#but yeah one down now it’s just Raspberry Jam to go

[quibbs126]

For the fan kid thingy, can I get a velvetgatto? (Affogato x red velvet)

Finally…after an eternity (about 6 months, which Jesus that’s a long time), he is finished. Zuccotto Cookie

So his name. Zuccotto is basically like an ice cream cake, so a combination of Red Velvet’s cake and Affogato’s ice cream. Also, it’s Italian, like affogato. I vaguely recall the name giving me trouble at first, until I realized cake and ice cream was a valid combination and got this

Zuccotto:

So I had his design sketched out like a month ago, and I think I recall telling you all that I couldn’t figure out how to make his design work. I had left the design I made and just went and did something else, and then today I was looking for something to draw and I said “yeah the design looks fine, don’t know why I didn’t like it” and just drew that

But also this means that I don’t remember all the reasons for his design details, most notably the staff

I mean, I know I based it off the staffs some of the Cake Monsters have, specifically the Pomegranate shamans or whatever they were called. I also know originally I was trying to make it a spork, but I couldn’t get it to look good, so I switched to the other staff. But I admit, it looks a bit out of place. I mean, I changed some of the colors at the end to match it, but I think it still looks off. But I’m not going through the effort of making a new one, I remember that staff being a pain

Anyways, so I think I was trying to give Zuccotto a style more befitting a shaman, but also with a more modern twist to emulate Red Velvet. I think I did it well

But one thing that was a real struggle was the colors, because I had no clue what to do for them. In my mind he had a black and red color scheme, and that’s how I had it at first, but I was having difficulty with putting the reds next to each other, and I changed some of the colors at the end to match the staff, and I think it worked out fine in the end

I feel like he looks too similar to Affogato, at least without colors (I felt that when I was drawing the sketch). But maybe I just need to take some time away from him and come back to really know. He probably doesn’t look as similar as I think

Also I’m just realizing that considering he’s not made of a food that contains coffee, he probably shouldn’t have dilated pupils, but like, both Red Velvet and Affogato have some form of them, so shhh

Anyways, so let’s move on to him

So Zuccotto is part of the Cookies of Darkness (assuming they stay for a long time and/or there’s a new group), and he’s some sort of Cake Shaman, summoning Cake Monsters to do his bidding. Though he has a great respect for Cakes and see them as equals. He’s not necessarily a bad guy, but he’s very loyal to the Cookies of Darkness and has no inclination to leave, feeling that normal Cookies have no respect for Cakes

I can imagine him playing cards or chess with the Cake Monsters, or at least the ones with hands

Now one of the other main things I have for him is his relationship with Licorice Cream, a darklico fankid I did some time ago, and whom you can see in the sketch (it’s supposed to be a recreation of that Toy Story meme). Basically my idea is that they’re both part of the CoD and they’re this duo within the group. Zuccotto is the straight man that gets dragged along into Licorice Cream’s antics and tries to stay the voice of reason. I said in my head that they have a dynamic similar to Mule and Sonia from Berserk, but also it’s been a while since I’ve read the chapters with them, and my mind may have branched off from that initial dynamic. But basically it’s “weird girl and normal dude who has no clue what she’s on about”. Actually that’s probably not accurate, I just don’t know how to describe Sonia, so sorry to those who haven’t read Berserk and don’t know what I’m talking about

Zuccotto’s also generally the more mature of the two, despite Licorice Cream being older (Zuccotto’s like a teenager while LC is an adult)

I feel like I should have more, but really those are the only two bits I have on him, I don’t think he’s that complicated. But I might have more to say about him when I redo Licorice Cream, since I have a better idea of what to do with her now, and they are rather close

But yeah, that’s Zuccotto Cookie, hope you like him and that maybe he was worth the wait!

[jenosjarofjam]

Now, you're stuck with me forever

Alpha jeno x Omega fem!reader

-Rivals/enemies to lovers

Requested ✔️ @no-romance-for-me-please

Word count: 2k+word.

Warning: smut,abo stuff, a lot I mean a lot of slick, squirting, knotting, cussing, biting/marking, mention of scent, nicknames(princess, good girl, etc...)

An note! This is like my first one shot and abo so hopefully this is not too bad🤞.(I took some prompts idea from Tumblr.)I didn't really dive deep into the rival/enemies part.

Playlist: collide-Justine Skye, Best lover-BiBi

You took the same class with Jeno, both of you were the top 10 students in the whole uni. You vividly remember the first year you met Jeno, Jeno always sat next to you, taunting you when he got higher grades. On the other hand, you studied extra hard because of it, surprisingly Jeno still got a higher grade than you. This went on for months, until the professor decided to pair both of you up for a huge project, now you have no choice but work with him. You guys started texting each other, deadline of the project was approaching, you agreed on letting Jeno into your place to help on the project, another led to another, now he crashes into your place whenever he wants

9:34 a.m

Jeno: Can I come over I’m bored……

Y/n : Since when did you started asking?

Jeno:I’m just trying to be nice rn, I’ll bring you food.

Y/n:awwwwwwwwww are you showing affection to me rn?

Jeno: I want to wrap my hands around your throat, and choke you until the life in your eyes die down.

Y/n: kinky ;)

Jeno: stfu, u freak

Jeno was sitting on the couch, finalising the project while you ate your food. The presence of him was distracting you , you seem to be confused about the reason… but hey no one’s complaining when there’s free food.

You noticed the sun peeking through the curtains, sun ray hitting Jeno’s face, highlighting his features. He’s skin glowed under the sun, his eyes shimmered hazel, his nose- “Hey! Are you even listening to me?Hello? Earth to Y/n?” A voice abrupted your thoughts, you realised you have been unconsciously starring at him, your face blushed in embarrassment about being caught. “Were you starring at me?” He cocked his eyebrow in disbelief, “no- no way why would I be starring at you! You’re.. ugly.” Well that was a lie….. “You’re avoiding eye contac with me? Why’s that?” He grins in enjoyment watching you suffer. “No. NO why would I do that.” “Maybe because you’re into me?” He said poking fun at you. “ wha-what no no no…” “well, you’re looking at me like you want to murder me but also like…you want me.” He smirked, seeing your widened eyes. "*cough* umm I'm gonna go uhh get some water." You said, as you quickly walked to the kitchen. You let out a sigh, feeling like you lost your breathe just the moment before. You felt... feverish, oddly... horny.

You went back talking with Jeno, it still doesn't help the fact that you're thinking about getting pounded by a particular person. The uncomfortable stickiness between your thighs was borderline painful, you tried to ease the pain by crossing your legs...it didn't work. You spaced out looking into Jeno's eyes. "Hey... You should take a rest, you seem tired today," "Yeah..um yeah sorry I'll uh go to my room and get some rest, call me when you need anything." You responded, feeling the awkward tension in the room rise up. Little did you know, your scent was flaring up like crazy, the mix of raspberry jam and cherry blossom was putting off Jeno, the sweet smell of slick was oozing out of your panties, making it awfully hard for Jeno to keep his instincts and not to fuck you senselessly. You scurried off to your room, feeling overwhelmed to the brim. You started researching about random heats, trying to find the reason the sudden neediness. You came across an article about spontaneous heats.

Spontaneous heats-Though rare, there is a phenomenon called Spontaneous Heat, which is when an Omega goes into heat outside of their cycle. The rare cases where it happens include meeting one's perfect match (at which point both heat and rut begin almost immediately)

No way Lee Jeno was destined to be your mate, but you can’t deny he is dreadfully hot, but you definitely didn’t stand a chance to be with him.

All these mix signals are just throwing you over the edge.In spite of that, all you should be worrying right now is about the fact that you’re craving the feeling of Jeno’s dick sliding in and out of you.

You had to find a way to relief the pain, ignoring the fact Jeno is probably outside your room playing video games, you slipped your hand under your panties, stimulating your clit. You bite down on your pillow, trying to muffle your moans.

Jeno was standing outside your room, the scent of a sweet aroma slipping through the door crack is driving him insane. The sound of muffled moans , made it obvious you were touching yourself. The thought of marking you, letting everyone know you’re his. The desire to breed you, filling up your pussy with his cum. How pretty you’ll look when he fucks you until you’re senseless . He feels his body burning, blood rushing to his cock, he couldn’t get you off his mind the entire day, he was just craving to fuck you all day long . Jeno couldn’t hold it anymore, he knew damn way he wanted you, all the pretending was driving him mad.

As you were approaching your high, you closed your eyes and focused on the climax. Yougot so lost in the pleasure, you didn’t even notice that someone was standing in front of your doorway.

"Always so needy for me, having fun without me huh?" You quickly cover yourself, your face burned up in embarrassment, you stared at Jeno and his very prominent erection, the size of his bulge was huge , the sheer thought of it already makes you mouth water, you wondered how it’ll feel in your hand,or even in your tight pussy. “What you looking at?” Jeno interrupts your line of thoughts, but it doesn’t make it better. He's low raspy voice sends chills down your spine. He slowly walks to your bed, kneeling down and staring into your doe-eyes, you quickly turned your head away from his stare, he quickly leans closer, closer to the point you feel his breathe against yours " I asked you y/n, what are you looking at?”. Jeno realises how stupid this is, and pulls away, before you pull him by the collar, his lips crashes into yours, the hunger you both crave for each other is finally getting satisfied, his hands naturally went around your waist as he pulls you closer, goosebumps swarming every part of your body. He pulls away "do you want me to stop?” he asked, trying to reassure you wanted this. You hurriedly answered, longing for more “just the opposite, please” He pushes you on to the bed, now you’re under him.

“Submit yourself,” he demanded, “jeno-” “What did you call me?” he abruptly shouted, making you jolt from the unexpected behaviour. “I’m sorry, al-alpha.” he slowly pulled down your flimsy shorts along with your pink panties, the cold hands made you squirm away from his touch. He quickly put his hands on your hips and pull you in, “Let me take care of you, let me make you feel good, let me make you mine,” he whispers into your ears before he forcefully lifts your head up, now you’re staring at him. He’s eyes filled with lust, the dark orbs felt like they were burning holes in yours. He takes off his shirt, his toned abs, arms bulging with veins, looks just like a wet dream in sight. He spreads your legs further apart, slotting his head between your legs. He started licking your hole, not letting a single drop of slick going to waste, before adding two fingers into your leaking hole, slick dripping to his chin, his nose bumping onto your clit adding the extra sensation, making you moan like crazy. “Fuck, you taste so sweet, taste like mine,”he mumbled, the sound of slurping echoes in your ear, your hand naturally find its way down to his head, you grip firmly on his hair, tugging it slightly letting him know your getting close to your climax. The high he brought you was like shockswaves crashing into you, you arch your back gripping harder onto his hair, you let a breathy gasp as you came all over his face.

“I’m not done with you, yet." His eyes darkened as you reached your hands towards him, freeing his cock out of his confinement, it spring out hitting his abdomen. It was huge, far from the ones you've taken before. He slowly lift your legs up, pushing the tip in you, the stretch was painfully good, you unconsciously clenched around him making him groan, your slick coating his dick making it easier for him to fit. He gave you time to adjust to his length then he slowly thrusted into you. “Fuck- take it like a good omega that you are.” The new feeling of adrenaline came rushing in, your eyes rolled back when he hit the spot that made you see stars. He lets out a low breathy grunt , your creamy velvety walls sucking him in deeper, the tight fit making you feel every inch of him, every single veins dragging in and out of your pussy. He started thrusting in a merciless rhythm, he grabbed your jaw and kissed you roughly, his tongue swirled against yours, the passionate kiss turned into a messy make-out session. His warm lips taking over you, pussy gushing over his dick. "Alpha, I'm close-" you choked out "please, fill me up please.", you feel like time slowed, each thrust felt so sensitive, so good, you feel your vision blurring, the knot in your stomach snapped, you let a long lewd moan as you cum on Jeno's dick. Jeno kept thrusting, ignoring your whines. "Hmm, too much?? Too much for my omega? You were begging for it, you were begging me to fill you up right?? Good girl's keep their promises baby." The sensitivity was too much, you feel your eyes tearing up, you kept clenching on his girth, forming a creamy white ring around the base of his cock.

Jeno used his strength and flip you around, his big hands holding onto your hips, “ass up princess.” You obeyed, feeling a sharp slap on your butt, he swify pushes back in with a one quick thrust. "Plea-se knot- in me al-pha, please, wanna be full of your pups." You pleaded, the thought of being by each other's side everyday, carrying his child, was the best fucking dream ever. "Fuck- You want me to knock you up- huh? Such a slut, such a slut for me. Fuck I'm cumming." He grunted. Jeno grabbed your hair pulling it aside, exposing your bare neck and collarbones, Jeno put his nose on your neck, inhaling your sweet aroma. "Can I mark you- princess, wanna make you mine-" He asked, waiting to get a permission to forever mark you his. "Mark me please, alpha mark me!" Jeno licked the side of your neck, and bit down on it, he licked the blood that was oozing out of the mark. You screamed in pain, but the idea of being his was enough for you to bare the pain. Jeno kept thrusting in you, you feel like your were about to pass out, a new feeling rushed in, not like your typical orgasm. Your now breathy moans echoed the room along with the slapping sound of the skin, you screamed in pleasure as you squirted all over his abs. "S-shit , that was so hot, I'm so close princess." He growled, liquid dripping down your thighs. His thrusts became more sloppy, the raspy low grunts was starting to become smoky moans. You feel his dick twitched in you. He held you closer, gripping onto you harder. With a final push, his knot inflamed, hot white cum covering your walls, you whimpered from the knot's pain. The feeling was way too addictive that you can barely feel the pain now. Jeno lays on you for a few seconds, you can feel his warm breathe against your neck. It took a few seconds for him to recover from his orgasm, he finally broke the silence

"How are you feeling?" He asked genuinely, "Tired and confused...I thought you never liked me..." "Idiot, why would I not like you." "No shit Sherlock, you acted like you hated my guts." You argued

"Well now you're stuck with me forever."

[emmyrosee]

A FEW OF YEW WANTED THIS-

——-

“Toji!” You giggle, squirming away from him as fast as you can, only for a beefy hand to wrap around your ankle and drag you back.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He smirks, catching your other flailing ankle before lifting them in one hand, his now free one smacking your butt playfully. You whine at the playful little hits, but you shriek with laughter as his blunt nails drag down the back of your knees, his grip on your ankles tight as you yank. “This is personal now.”

“I’m sorry!” You manage between giggles.

You’re loud enough you don’t hear the door open and close, nor the footsteps slowly coming up the stairs, and through your teary eyes, you see two figures standing in the doorway.

“Help me!” You whine.

Toji moves his tickling from your knees to your hips, then turns to the two dark haired men in the doorframe. Rintaro merely smirks at him while Suguru crosses his arms. “‘Sup?”

“Nothing,” Rintaro chuckles. Then, he tips his head and gives you a fake pout, “and how did we poke the bear this time, troublemaker?”

“I dihihidnt!” You giggle, knowing full well you are more than deserving being punished.

“I call bullshit,” Suguru confesses.

“You should!” Toji shakes his head, “little fucker had the nerve to call me old after i did her oil change!”

“Annnd there it is,” Rintaro teases. “The truth comes out.”

“Make him stohohop!” You beg, using your weaker grip to try and dislodge his hands from your hips. “I-I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Alright, alright,” Suguru chuckles, making his way to the bed. He sits down next to you and kisses the giggles falling from your lips, and you let your mind appreciate the kiss and stop struggling in Toji’s wrath. He hums at Toji, “better call it. She’s all whiney now.”

“I would argue that’s when she’s at her best,” toji grumbles, but he ultimately does let you go, and you scramble away from him and into Suguru’s arms.

He snorts and holds you close, “it’s alright baby, I won’t let the bad man torture you anymore.”

“You’d better,” you huff. Your eyes shift to rintaro, who you also make a grabby hand for.

He pulls a face “ew, I don’t want to sit next to suguru, he’s gross.” He teases as he makes his way to the bed.

Suguru rolls his eyes, “you’re the one who just got out of practice.” Rintaro mimics him as he plops down on the other side of you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Toji crosses his arms, “I hope you learned your lesson, brat,” he grumbles.

“I was just teasing you,” you huff. “You’re not old. Or not that old anyways.” When he furrows his brows, you snicker and curl into Suguru more.

“I can only protect you so much, babygirl,” he chuckles, letting his thumb smooth over your hip as he cradles you. “You know toji never strikes unprovoked.”

“Yuh-huh he does!” You grumble. “All the time! Like if you don’t love me, just say that.”

“Oh don’t give me any of that,” toji smirks. “As if I don’t fold for your shit constantly.”

“Lover boy,” rintaro snickers, ignoring Toji’s glare. Then, he turns back to you and rests his head on your shoulder, “he didn’t get you last night when you jammed your cold ass feet in his sweats.”

“Only because you wouldn’t let me do it to you,” you giggle.

Suguru hums, “he also didn’t strike when you blew a raspberry at him when he asked for a bite of your ice cream.”

“I wouldn’t have given any of you a bite,” you hum. It earns you a poke from Suguru, and you yelp and skitter into Rintaro’s side now; he happily wraps his arm around you victoriously. “Rinnie, protect me.”

“Yeah, let me protect you against Mr body builder and Mr has the house under his name,” he snorts. “I have a death wish, but not by them.” He nuzzles at you with his nose, “but it’s okay. I still love you even though you fuck around and constantly find out.”

“Thanks, Rin.”

——

@throwmethroughawindow @reverie-starlight @lithielana LOOKIN AT YOU THREE-

[cornucopiawrites]

(Image Source: https://x.com/Asaki_illust/status/1746331831774130671?s=20)

You've been going to this other coffee house ever since your usual spot got shut down. There was a devil attack — Bat Devil, allegedly — that blew through the place, tearing massive holes in opposite walls, completely messing up the kitchen. It was shut down for repairs, and never went back in business. Thing is: you knew the owner. And they were getting up-there in age, so more than likely they managed to swindle the insurance money and call it a career. Not a bad ending for them, but you were forced to find a new spot. And this one just wasn't the same. It wasn't just the pastries and drinks you missed. Weird as it sounds, you missed the waiting. In line. At the counter. With others. The coffee house crowd. It was the same people every day, getting their morning coffee and snack. Much like you, sure, but with their own lives. You never knew them, obviously — you all just talked about the weather, latest headlines, the seasonal flu, and other benign things. The familiarity ran so deep, you knew several of their every-day orders by heart. Not a single one of you ever exchanged names, business cards, or anything. And at this new spot, you found yourself deeply regretting your time at the old spot. You vividly remember so many faces, and they may as well be dead now. Well, lately, there's been a new lady at the new spot. She's got pasty skin, is dressed in a suit, and basically looks like everyone else. You just know her because you're so often beside her, for roughly seven minutes each day. You deduce your commutes are somehow in-sync, since you always wind up adjacent to one-another in line. Occasionally — occasionally — you wind up a person or two apart. Or one of you doesn't show. Oh, there are a few things you noticed about her: her hair's usually in this braided ponytail kind of thing, she likes to wear bulky suit coats, she tends to miss a spot of dog hair on the back of those coats, and she never gets coffee, just tea. It's usually one of the shop's herbal blends. Oh, and you couldn't help but notice her eyes. Bright, yellow, unusual. Hard to get a decent look — you don't want to get caught staring. Again, you're standing beside one another. Walking together as the queue moves, but obviously separate. She senses you glancing at her, but doesn't look. You sense her side-eye, but pretend not to notice at all. You shuffle forward. Then again. Finally, you've had enough. "What're you going to get?" You see her flinch, as though you yelled in her ear. Frankly, you have no idea why you asked that anyway. You already know what she gets. Everyday. It's the same thing: tea and—

"Sorry, were you talking to me?"

"Yeah." It worked in your school days, at lunch. Why wouldn't it work today? "I said: what're you going to get?"

The lady blinks. "Me? What am I going to get?"

"Yeah." And after an odd pause: "I get a coffee, with espresso and lots of cream. And a bagel with jam." You need the big caffeine hit, and the calories to offset the shakes you'd get.

"Oh," she says, "um, green tea and a raspberry scone?"

(Why'd she phrase it like a question?)

"Tea? No coffee for you?"

She shakes her head and offers a smile. "My stomach doesn't like it. Too much caffeine, maybe."

"Maybe."

You're not sure what to say next. And neither is she, but she really hopes you do. Her eyes are kinda freaky, looking at you with such attention. Like she's eagerly waiting for something. It's like — anticipation, but tired?

Damn, you're almost at the counter.

"I'm Jun." (You're not Jun.)

"And I am Izumi." (And she is not Izumi. You can tell because she had to think about it.)

"Izumi" takes her order. She gestures for you to come forward. But—

"Oh, no. You don't need to do that for me."

"Maybe," she offers, "you can get mine next time?"

That's fair. And it makes you smile. And she's smiling.

Now what?

"Have you been coming here long?"

Oh, she's taken the lead! You're not complaining.

"About a month, maybe two. I notice you've started becoming a regular here."

She nods, looking outside. "The place I always went to was destroyed." Back at you. "It was a devil attack. I think it was on the news."

From the counter, you both hear, "Izumi? Jun?"

You're both heading outside now. She's looking down at the sidewalk. You say, "that's a coincidence."

"What is?"

"The place I went to was also taken down by a devil."

She nearly sighs. "That's not a very big coincidence these days, though. Is it?"

You shrug and gloomily admit, "that's true. That's true."

It would be a bummer if your first conversation with "Izumi" ended on this note, so you quickly ask, "are the scones any good?"

"I like them, yes. Raspberry's my favorite."

She takes a bite of the fresh pastry, and takes a sip from her disposable cup. Lifting her finger off the cup sleeve, she points to your breakfast.

"You know, I don't think I have had any of their bagels yet."

"Really? They're alright."

The two of you look at one another, then at the other's food, then at your own food. You tear half your bagel off. She does the same to her scone. You take one another's offerings. And you both have a stupid smile on your faces.

"I'll let you know what I think, Jun," Izumi promises, turning to walk away. "I have to get going now."

"I'll see you tomorrow," you answer, "right, Izumi?"

For whatever reason, you don't look to see her nod. She's a fleeting thought, quickly replaced by matters of the day ahead. And you know that for her, you're no different.

The raspberry scone is alright. Not as filling as the bagel.

Yet you're aware that, later this evening, as you're readying yourself for bed, you'll feel that tempered eagerness about the following morning.

It might even keep you up, for just a bit.

Maybe — it'll keep her up, too?

[greenticklerdreams]

Top 5 fruits? :)

Hiya! Somebody knows I am a great lover of fruit. 😉Narrowing this down will be hard. I won't order these, but I have to narrow it down to five...

Bananas have to be on here, since I eat one almost every day. They're versatile and you can make them into delicious bread or pair them with peanut butter.

Blueberries. Eat 'em raw, bake them into desserts, combine them with other berries (or lemons, GOD I love combining them with lemon)... just amazing.

Raspberries are the best red fruit and I will die on this hill. The mix of sweet with just a hint of tartness is DIVINE. Raw or boiled down into sauce or jam... yep, divine.

Picking a favorite stone fruit is hard... I have to acknowledge that peaches are used in so many things for a reason, but I love the tartness (and lack of fuzz) of a raw nectarine. Let's go with that.

While Lemon is the Queen of flavor enhancement, I'm going to pick her sister Lime. A hint of lime adds to much to SO many things - Southeast Asian cuisine, Mexican food, alcoholic beverages - and I adore key lime pie. (I still love you Lemon, I promise. Lemon bars are great too.)

Yeah this was hard!!! (and I totally didn't cheat and talk about more than five just now 😆)

[sunshinerapmonster]

The Saregeant's Daughter - Chapter Seven 7 Jay

"We were told to stand down. You were given a direct order!"

Chicago PD S7 E12: The devil you know

"Pregnant and undercover. It's a good name for a reality show." I said chucking.

"Ha. Yeah, I'm not gonna lie to you, man, this whole thing makes me nervous, but she loves the job. She wants to get as much time out here as she can before she's got to go on light duty, so here we are." he says holding his coffee in his hand.

"It's badass, no doubt" I replied.

"Thanks, man. Yeah, can you imagine the stories we'll tell this kid?" He says as we walked over to the van.

"Rojas, fill us in," Hailey says.

"All right. Our target is the DTO we've been jamming on. Finally getting a chance to buy up. I'm fronting as an in-between for a big player. I mean, today is step one, a test ride, a quarter-brick of H. I take it to my boss to make sure he likes the product, we are having a major sale next week. At least that's what the guy thinks. Instead, we take down my guy today, flip him." She said.

"Great, we'll have eyes on you inside and out. I'll be up on top, Kev and Kim will be right there with you. Adam and Jay will take your guy down as soon as he hits the street" Hailey said going over that plan.

"Dibs"

"All you, dawg"

"All right. Okay, it's show time." Rojas said putting on lipstick.

"So what's the takedown signal?" Kim asked.

"Raspberry"

"Cute"

"Let's roll"

"I like that."

-

"Raspberry," Rojas said.

"Let's go," Kevin said.

"South side. Leather jacket, jeans." Kim said.

"No, do not approach," Hailey said.

"What's the story here, Hailey?" Adam questioned her words.

"He's coming right at me. What's the play?" I asked.

"I repeat, do not engage." She said with a stern tone.

-

"What happened?" Hank asked as he walked over to us.

"My dealer," Rojas said moving away so Hank could see what Hailey had pulled up on the laptop.

"He's one of us," he said.

"Kelly Tyler. PO. Assigned to Area South mission team, TAC." Hailey said.

"11-year veteran. Nothing but standard beefs." I said with my hand on my shoulder.

"And we're sure it's him?" He said looking at Hailey.

"Yeah. We went to the Academy together. He might've asked me out on a date." She said we all turned to look at her shocked by her words, "I might've said no." She said finishing up her sentence.

"Well, maybe he was just doing what we're doing. Got our wires crossed. Could've been detained to DA, customs-" Hank said before Hailey cut him off, "We deconflicted before we got here. And now we were going through the list of all the agencies, checked A and A records".

"There's nothing that suggests he's here in any official capacity," I said.

"You're saying he's dirty?" Hank asked looking at us.

"We're saying what we know to be true. We have no reason to believe Kelly Tyler was here working today. He was selling heroin." She said.

-

"Okay, tell me something I don't know," Hank said closing the door to one of the office rooms in the building before sitting at the table with the rest of us.

"Well, we scrubbed Tyler's personal financials. Dude does well" Kevin said reading over his file.

"Well, he lives in Portage Park," Kim said.

"With the rest of the cops"

"Sure"

"And then a couple of years ago, he bought this in cash. Door County. Lakefront properly" Kim said showing everyone the house on the tablet.

"He also rents a storage unit."

"Which is the corporate address of a cash-only LLC that does absolutely nothing," Kim said.

"And it's run by a shell corporation, which somehow was founded by his mother," Kim said.

"Three years after she died," Kevin added.

"All right, the way we left things at the bus depot, Tyler thought we had a successful exchange, right? Got a good thing going" Hank said looking over at Rojas.

"Well, I texted him, you know, just to keep the vibe alive. Told him my boss enjoyed the product, and we're ready to do this. The dude left me on read. Just ghosted me." She said.

"He's spooked. He's a pro." I said.

"Cause he's a cop"

"Yeah, a veteran cop. So he's gonna think like us and move like us. We exercised extreme precaution. But I want a sneak peek at that storage unit. Off the books. Invisible. So no fingerprints, real or digital." Hank said looking at us all.

-

"Almost there" Adam whispered as he tried to unlock the lock.

"Come on, man," I said looking around to make sure nobody was coming.

"Let's go," he said as he unlocked it.

Sliding the door up for the unit we started to look around for anything, I took off the top of the grill to find a box and a black bag.

"Yo," I said as I opened the black bag to so much heroin, "Tyler must be using this like some kind of stash house," I said.

"Damn. I know he's a TAC guy and they gotta bend the rules here and there, but that's a hell of a lot of product." Adam said.

"Tyler is here," Rojas said into our earpiece.

"Yeah, copy. We gotta go" Adam said.

"Yeah," I said taking a picture of something.

"Jay, I can hear the elevator, man," Adam said holding the door.

"Yeah, all right."

"Let's go, let's go, let's go"

We quickly closed the door and Adam locked it up again.

"All right let's move," he said and we walked away.

-

Knocking on Hank's door to his office it caught both his and Hailey's attention.

"Hey, Sarge. We can't move just yet." I said they both looked at me confused, "I think there's another cop involved." I whispered so only they could hear.

"Shut the door," he said looking over at Hailey.

She closed the door before standing next to me, "so you remember about a year ago? We did a drug case where we seized six half-bricks of H over in Lawndale?" I said.

"The guy with the fake bread truck," Hailey said.

"So after he pleaded out, I put in the destroy order for the dope down at the South side drug vault. I did the paperwork with ERPS and forensic-"

"Yes, incinerated in the big burn, dope's gone," Hank said finishing what I said.

"Except it wasn't. I found some of it last night in Tyler's storage unit. So I went down to the review officer, and I pulled up stuff from the old case." I said pulling out pictures from the file I was holding, "It's the same dope. This is like a baseball thing. The guy was using it as a signature, putting it on his packages like a company logo. Look at this" I said pointing at a number on the dope package.

"That's your writing," Hailey said looking at the picture.

"Who signed the order and said the dope was destroyed?" Hank asked me.

"Sergeant Jake Gibbs, apparently he's worked in the drug vault for, like, a thousand years," I said handing him the file. "But guess who took a turn in the vault when he was a rookie?"

"Kelly Tyler"

"If Tyler's dirty and he's got someone inside the drug vault-"

"Yeah, it's like a buffet. It's free dope"  I said finishing up Hailey's sentence.

"If this is what it seems, it's a whole new thing. I got to loop in Crawford and we can't move on anybody till we know exactly how deep this thing goes. So just widen the net. Gibbs, Tyler, and whoever the hell else comes our way." He said.

"Trackers?"

"Do it. Both of their vehicles"

-

We all huddled down in the basement of the station where there weren't any cameras at all.

"Okay, let's walk through the steps one last time," Hank said as we all stood around a table.

"Okay, so we believe the key to this whole thing is the south side drug vault. Cop seize narcotics off the street, and they put them into the vault, where it's stored until it's needed as evidence." Hailey said.

"All right, once a month they do a huge burn. They take all the drugs they don't need as evidence and they bring it to a blast furnace" I said.

"All right, and that's the loophole. The big burn is how they cover their trucks with fake paperwork" Kevin said.

"Destroy orders come into the vault, orders from cops to incinerate narcotics. Gibbs signs off on those, so there are no checks and balances." Kim said.

"There's no system in the place to make sure that the stuff that goes into the burner is gone," Kevin said.

"And why would there be?" Trudy said.

"Okay, how do we prove it?"

"It all starts with the manifest"

"There's a running list of each type of narcotic stored in this drug vault. A key of coke half key of MDMA-"

"And we know how heroin is in there right now."

"Like two keys, give or take."

"So we're gonna ask Darius to ask for a lot more than that on purpose— a bigger score, bigger payday," Hailey said.

"And that's how we flush them out, figure out who else is involved. The play is, that we escalate the amount of the buy. It should press Tyler and Gibbs to kick the deal upstairs to whoever they're working for. The third cop" Hank said.

"Right, that's where Sergeant Platt comes in. She's gonna bring them the product based on her relationship with Gibbs." I said opening up a black bag that I placed on the table.

"Yeah, I've known Jake for almost 30 years, or I thought I did."

"All right, so we got 10 bricks of heroin, two bricks of coke," I said showing them what was inside the bag.

"We got tracers in the heroin?"

"They have their chemical footprint. So when they sell it to Darius, we'll be able to test them and make sure it's the same stuff, even if they change the packaging."

"Sarge, we're gonna need you to front like the dope isn't tied to any active cases.  That's nobody's gonna need it for court or evidence. It can go straight to the furnace. And if we're correct, it'll go straight into their pockets instead." Adam explained.

"They'll tell us it's been incinerated, and they'll sell it to Darius Walker."

"And that's the trap"

With that being said we all walked away from the table and got ready for our plan.

-

"Wire's up," Hailey said into her radio.

We soon heard Hanks's voice over the radio, " Remember, they walk. The rules are different on this one.  We're building a case. We need warrants. If we don't play right it, none of this matters."

"It's Tyler," Adam said into the radio.

I took loads of pictures of the drug deal going on, Adam and Kim weren't able to ID the other suspect who we think is Jake Gibbs.

"It's not Jake Gibbs, it's Lieutenant Mike Packer," I said into the radio as I handed Hailey the camera.

They seem to be in a heated conversation. That was till they did the deal. We waited for Adam and Hank to give us the go.

"We have a positive delivery. It's done" He said into his radio.

"All right. That's it. All right, grab the dope from Darius. Print it. Confirm the tracer. We got these guys dead to rights." Hank said on his radio.

-

"All right, warrants are in from the State Attorney. Time to get this done" Hank said walking out of his office.

"We just got ping orders too," Hailey said.

"Get up on their cellphones. Figure out where they are."

"Yeah, I'm already working on it! 17 minutes ago, Packer, Tyler, and Gibbs converged on the south side." Kim said looking at her computer screen.

"It's significant that they're all together. Another exchange, maybe. Something real." I said.

"Where are they?" Hailey asked.

"Off Vincennes. Hold on, it takes a second to triangulate. 86th place" Kim said.

"Same spot we set up for the heroin exchange. All right, Kim, you stay here on the pings. Any movement from any of them you call me" Hank said.

"Copy"

-

We arrived at the wear house where the deal took place to find bodies.

"Looks like he was in a hell of a battle"

Soon shots were fired and we all hid behind something.

"Get down!" Hank yelled.

"10-1 10-1 shots fried at the police! 300 block of 86th place."

We started shooting back till we shot one person.

"Put it down!" Kevin yelled.

"Who was it?" I asked.

"It was not one of us Let's move," Kevin said.

We kept moving around in the building till we arrived at where the war took place.

"That's Gibbs" Hailey said.

"And Tyler," Adam said.

"Sarge"

"I got Packer," he said.

"We got another body over here."

We all gathered around in the middle and looked around the place.

"What the hell happened here?" I questioned as I looked around the whole place.

"Call it in," Hank said.

"5021, George. We need the crime lab. We got six victims. Gunshot wounds." I said on my radio.

-

"You following me?" Hailey asked as she walked out of the dark ally.

"What the hell are you doing, Hailey?" I asked her.

"Doesn't concern you"

"Yes, it does. Good or bad, right or wrong. You know it does" I said.

"Okay, I'm investigating the murder of the three police officers." She replied coldly.

"We were told to stand down. You were given a direct order!" I yelled at her.

"Well, Jay I don't care! Darius is the reason my CI is FUCKING DEAD!" She shouted.

"Hailey, I get it but we were given a direct order by the superintendent of police," I said.

"I'm gonna figure out what the hell happened no matter what," she said walking away before getting in her car and driving off.

-

I opened the door to a bar where Will said he wanted to meet up for drinks with his coworkers and I only know Natalie and Ethan whom I'm close with. 

I walked farther into the bar looking for Will or anyone that I recognize, "Jay!" Ethan said walking towards me.

"Hey man," I said as we did our handshake.

"Good to see that you joined us tonight," he said leading me to the table.

I only recognize April, Sarah, and of course, my brother who was talking with the same female doctor that I saw a couple of weeks ago and a guy who looked familiar.

"Jay!" Will said standing up from his seat and giving me a side hug, "Jay meet Madeline Sanchez and Conner Rhodes" he said pointing at them.

"Conner Rhodes, nice to meet you," he said shaking my hand.

"Likewise," I said.

"Madeline Sanchez," she said waving her hand.

"Jay, Jay Halstead," I said nodding my head.

"Ahh your brother of Will," She said smiling.

"Yeah, that's me"

She was beautiful she had long brown hair and brown eyes, she was wearing a gray sweater shirt with some jeans. 

"What was it like growing up with him? I bet it wasn't the same while I went to Med school with him" She said chucking.

"Horrible! I was the better brother" I said smiling at her.

"Oh shut up Jay," he said hitting my shoulder, "He is a lair! I was an amazing brother"

Jay Master List

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[dont-offend-the-bees]

Lucy’s Secret Shame

Thing is, right, she knew it was a bad habit. She did! Her mum used to give her a right bollocking for it, and frankly, it was the one thing Lucy actually agreed with her on. It was annoying, and she knew it. She just couldn’t seem to distance herself from it. But she had it under control — she knew how to catch herself before it got too bad.

At least, she thought she did. ‘Til now.

She sat at the kitchen table, rigid, staring intently down at her tea. Her cup — no. Her jar. Her mason jar, full of very hot tea.

Across the table, bright and affable as he ever is of a morning (which is to say unsettlingly so, freak-of-nature that he is), Lockwood sat slightly reclined in his dining chair, eyes on the newspaper he had spread open across the thinking cloth. His hands, sure and elegant as ever, did the only thing they did better than swing a rapier; they held his tea. He didn’t say one solitary word about the way he was forced to awkwardly pass it back and forth from palm to palm to avoid prolonged contact to the very very hot tea through the handle-less glass of his own mason jar. 

Lucy hadn’t even taken a sip yet. She couldn’t bring herself to. She felt like touching the jar would force her to acknowledge it.

“So, how’d you sleep, Luce?” asked Lockwood, smiling at her through his mildly pained wince as he juggled his jar to his other hand. 

“Um. Good. Yep, good,” Lucy mumbled, artlessly globbing raspberry jam onto her toast as she avoided Lockwood’s eyes.

“Are you sure? You don’t seem certain. And you look a little…”

Lucy bristled. “Stop lookin’ at me.”

He sounded bewildered and slightly hurt when he asked: “Why don’t you want me to look at you?” Which, of course, made her feel even worse.

“Fine.” Slamming her butterknife down with extreme prejudice, Lucy crossed her arms on the table and stared at Lockwood, meeting his gaze with, yes, probably a bit too much crazy-eyes for this time of morning. Skull would’ve been proud of just how bug-eyed and unappealing she managed to be in that moment. “Some quality lookin’ time. This what you wanted, Lockwood?”

Lockwood, managing through sheer bloody-minded politeness not to flinch away, stared back at her with thinly-veiled alarm. “...No. No, not as such.”

“There you go.” 

George, cradling yet another jar — this one wisely insulated in a folded tea-towel — against his chest, glanced at Lucy through the steam on his glasses. He seemed utterly unbothered by the distinctly threatening air she was giving off. “Luce?”

She cleared her throat and dropped her gaze, embarrassed. She was getting defensive. Cool it, Carlyle. “Yeah?”

He adjusted his grip on the jar, faffing about a bit to get the towel secured in one hand so he could adjust his glasses with the other, and brazenly acknowledged the elephant in the room.  “Any idea where all the cups and mugs are? Haven’t been able to find any.”

“Really? I hadn’t even noticed,” said Lockwood airily, punctuating it with a soft ‘ouch’ as he fidgeted with his mason jar.

Lucy blushed. “Maybe… the skull took ‘em. Keeps bragging ‘bout how evil he is.”

“I don’t think the skull’s moral capacity for evil is the issue in that theory,” said George.

She focused very intently on the sorry, savaged remains of her aggressively jam-slathered toast. “Best I’ve got. Dunno where they’ve gone. No clue. Dunno. No idea. They’ve… I dunno, I dunno.” She shrugged. “Don’t know. Sorry.”

George narrowed his eyes. “You just said you don’t know seven times.”

“Didn’t know you were keeping score.”

“Lucy.”

He was levelling her with that no-nonsense George-vision. Beside him, Lockwood was watching her warily over his tea — and doing his best attempt at a nonchalant sip under the circumstances. Lucy glanced between them furtively, wondering if this was a mystery she could pin on Quill Kipps, somehow.

No good. She’d been rumbled.

She sighed, and pushed back from the kitchen table. “Give us a sec…”

~

To Lockwood and George’s credit, they did try not to stare at her as she clinked miserably into the room, arms laden with glass and crockery like she’d just pulled off the world’s most crap charity shop heist. It just so happened that the careful way they avoided looking at her was actually even worse.

Took her a minute or so to transfer everything in her arms to the table, each individual mug or tumbler landing on the thinking cloth with a thud like the fall of an apathetically wielded gavel. Lockwood cleared his throat and scratched under his ear, pretending to be very interested in a rude doodle next to his crumb-spotted plate. George watched the steadily growing ranks of tabletop crockery soldiers without comment.

When the last chipped old mug landed, Lucy stood back and crossed her arms, fidgeting on the spot. “...I get thirsty.”

“Right,” said George.

“Keep forgetting to bring ‘em back down.”

“Of course,” said Lockwood. He smiled understandingly, obviously subduing a pained wince as he once again shifted the weight of his handful of scalding hot glass. “Well! No harm done.”

George blew the steam off the top of his jar.

Lucy sighed, and grabbed two mugs. “I’ll do some washing up.”

~

“Oh, good!” sighed the skull, as it flickered to life in its jar on the darkening attic room windowsill. “You got some air conditioning in here.”

Lucy frowned. “What? No I didn’t.”

“Are you sure? Feels different. It was getting ever so muggy.”

She snapped its valve shut over its cackles. ~ This is literally just the Lockwood & Co version of this song. Go listen to it and appreciate Tom Cardy.

[fangirlwriting-stories]

Protector

Chapter One

Chapter Twenty-Nine:

So here was the thing about teaching Remus to cook.  It made a mess.

Virgil doubted that would actually surprise anyone, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t going to create problems, because now they were standing in an absolutely ruined kitchen at three in the morning that was a result of an attempted peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“You take the left side I’ll take the right side?” Remus asked finally.

Virgil laughed despite himself, and nodded.  “Deal.”

The cleaning supplies were under the sink, and though neither of them knew for sure exactly how to use them, the wet wipes and rubber gloves seemed pretty straightforward, so that’s what they both went for.

Virgil cleaned up the spilled condiments off of the counter, and Remus gathered all of the breadcrumbs into a pile and sent them away, likely to the growing mold pile.  Then they washed the numerous dishes together using probably too much dish soap, and ended with one final relatively normal looking peanut butter and jelly sandwich sitting on the table.

“So,” Virgil said, turning to face Remus.  “Rules for cooking.”

“Boo!”

“Shush and listen up.  You’re not allowed to cook anything actively dangerous to anyone else.”

“Can it be actively dangerous to me?” Remus asked, getting a manic gleam in his eye.

“Only if it won’t kill you and you can ensure the effects remain imaginary.”

“Hell yes!” Remus said, pumping his fist.

“By dangerous to anyone else I mean airborne contaminants or anything that’s going to grow mold outside of your room,” Virgil said.  “And it can’t make the commons smell bad for days on end.”

“Virgil, you’re taking all the fun out of it!”

“I’m trying to keep us both over here and alive,” Virgil said with a pointed look.  “But.  If it is something normal people would consider edible, just also insane, you can go nuts.”

“Meaning?” Remus asked, starting to grin.

“Peanut butter banana mayonnaise sandwiches are totally on the table.”

“Hell yes!” Remus called, jumping up in the air with a clap of his hands, thankfully just quiet enough that Virgil was pretty sure no one else was going to wake up.

“For now, though,” Virgil said, picking up the sandwich they’d just made and passing it to Remus.  “Enjoy your first edible creation.”

Remus beamed and took a bite of the sandwich by biting right through the middle, and causing the rest of it to fall apart into pieces, thankfully back onto the plate.

He swallowed his first bite before seeming perfectly content to attack the rest like a hungry dog.  By the time he finished the table was covered in bread crumbs and condiments again.

Remus licked the jam off his lips and grinned at Virgil.

“Yeah, well that’s to be expected,” Virgil said with a laugh.  He grabbed the wet wipes while Remus sent all the breadcrumbs back to his room again, and they cleaned up everything in much less time.

“Next time teach me pancakes!” Remus said with a grin at Virgil.

“Absolutely not,” Virgil said.  “I’m not letting you around liquid batter until you prove you can handle jam.”

Remus blew a raspberry at him, but still seemed to accept that.

They’d picked the middle of the night because it was less likely someone would come in and get mad at them for using the kitchen, and Virgil could tell the lack of scolding was nice for both of them.  So after they finished with the sandwich supplies, they both sat at the table with the intent to just talk for a while, leaving the jars out to put away before they went to bed.

Apparently, though, they were both foolish to assume the commons could really be theirs at any time, because just after they sat down, a door opened upstairs.

Both of them heard it, and looked at each other at the same time with a sigh.

“I’ll put stuff away,” Virgil said.

“I’ll erase any and all traces of our existence,” Remus grumbled.  He waved his hand, and two new pieces of bread appeared in the loaf they’d used.

Before either of them could finish cleaning up, though, the side’s footsteps sounded on the stairs, and Logan walked around the corner and over towards the kitchen.

“Oh,” he said.  “Remus, Anxiety, you’re… here.”

“We were just leaving,” Virgil said, moving to put the jam back in the fridge.

“Oh, no, I was—” Logan started, moving over towards Virgil.  “I was going to make a sandwich.”

Virgil turned to Logan and raised an eyebrow.  “At 3AM?”

“It is perfectly normal to wake up hungry from time to time,” Logan said, starting across the kitchen.  “And I would appreciate you not questioning my actions as if I’m doing something wrong.”

Remus scoffed, but crossed his arms and didn’t say anything.

“Sure, whatever,” Virgil said.  He set the jar of Crofters down on the counter, and Logan pulled out a couple pieces of bread, so Virgil turned to grab the butter knife, as he doubted Logan would want to use one that Remus had just used.

Logan either didn’t know or didn’t care, however, because he reached for the knife at the same time as Virgil, and they collided, the jar of jam Logan was now holding slipping out of his hand and shattering on the counter.  One of the small pieces embedded itself in Virgil’s hand, and he hissed slightly, more in surprise than in pain, as he reached for it.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Anxiety,” Logan said.  “Here, let me—”

But as Logan reached for Virgil’s hand, he was interrupted by Remus shoving himself in between them both.  “Don’t touch him!” he screeched, glaring daggers at Logan.

Logan took a surprised step back.  “I— apologies, I was merely trying to—”

“Re,” Virgil murmured, reaching for Remus from behind.  “I’m okay.  It’s okay.”

“You’re hurt,” Remus said, turning and looking at Virgil’s hand, which had started bleeding.

“Yes, I was attempting to help,” Logan said.  “I apologize if I… startled you.”

He sounded confused, and Virgil honestly couldn’t blame him.  The idea that a small cut like this would startle someone like Remus would have been hard for him to believe too, if he didn’t know exactly why it did.

“I’m okay,” Virgil said, grabbing Remus’ hand with his uninjured one and squeezed it.  “I’m okay.”

Remus didn’t stop glaring at Logan though, and eventually Logan took a step back.  “I… I apologize,” he said again.  “Would you like me to leave?”

“Yes,” Remus said instantly.  Logan nodded and sank out of the kitchen.

As soon as he left, Remus summoned a bandage and turned to pull the glass out of Virgil’s hand.

“Re, it’s okay,” Virgil said.  “I’m alright, it was an accident.”

“As if that makes it better,” Remus snapped, setting the glass on the counter and inspecting Virgil’s hand.  He didn’t seem to find any other glass in his hand, so he pulled Virgil over to the sink and washed his hand off, then dried it, and then started wrapping it with the bandage.

“Remus,” Virgil said.  “He didn’t hurt me on purpose.  He wouldn’t do that.”

“How are you so sure?” Remus asked, finally letting go of Virgil’s hand once he finished taping the bandage down.

Virgil pulled his injured hand to his chest and ran his thumb over the bandage.  “Because I hurt Thomas,” he said.  “I hurt Thomas, Re, on purpose, and not one of them did so much as lightly scratch me.  Not even Roman.”

Remus shook his head like he didn’t quite believe him.

“Re.  Remus, look at me.”

Remus did.

“We’re safe here, okay?  I promise.  I’m safe.  It’s okay, it was an accident.  I promise.”

Remus shook his head again, but he at least looked like he believed him now.

“It’s okay,” Virgil murmured, reaching out and grabbing Remus’ hand.  “Come on, let’s go to your room.  It’s okay.”

And with that, Virgil sank them both out to Remus’ room, waving away the broken glass as he went.

“Sorry,” Remus mumbled, dropping his head against Virgil’s shoulder.  “Shouldn’t have freaked out.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” Virgil murmured, wrapping his arms around him.

“I probably woke everyone up.  And Logan was right there.”

Well, yeah, that wasn’t ideal.  But Virgil wasn’t going to blame him.

“It’s okay,” he said.  “We can deal with it tomorrow, when you’re not tired and stressed.”

Remus pulled back slightly to look at him.  “You really think we’re safe here?” he asked.

“Physically?  Yeah.”

Remus took a deep breath, and it came out shaky.

“Okay,” he said anyway.  He took another breath.  “Okay.  Can we sleep?”

“Yeah,” Virgil said.  They both turned to walk towards the bed, and Virgil pulled the blanket back so they could both curl up together.

Remus clutched Virgil’s injured hand until they both fell asleep.

…

The next morning started with angry pounding on the bedroom door.

The second it started Virgil and Remus both sat bolt upright, and Virgil’s scythe and Remus’ morningstar were in their hands before they even got out of bed.

“Remus, open up!” called the voice from the other side of the door.

Remus gave an irritated huff and sent the morningstar away, and Virgil sent his scythe away as he started over towards the door and pulled it open to reveal Roman.

“What do you want?” he asked, leaning on the doorway and giving Roman a glare.

“I’ll tell you what I don’t want,” Roman said, marching right past Virgil and over towards Remus like they’d said he could come in.  “I don’t want you trying to sneak your ideas into my creations without permission.”  He shoved Remus’ notebook against his chest.

“Uh, excuse you?” Remus asked, starting to scowl even as he took the notebook.  “I was trying to help, asshole.  It’s my job too, I figured you might be sick of doing it all on your own?”

“I don’t need you,” Roman snapped.  “And I don’t want your ideas corrupting what Thomas is trying to do.”

“Corrupting—”

“So next time you get an idea, keep it to yourself,” Roman said, and sank out as if that was a perfectly alright place to end the conversation.

Remus stared at the spot where he’d been for a second before shouting “Well maybe Thomas needs a little corrupting!” at the empty space.

He screamed in frustration and hurled his notebook onto his bed.

“I’m sorry Re,” Virgil said, glaring behind him towards where Roman’s room was.  “Apparently Roman woke up and decided to be a dick this morning.”

“Oh no, he’s totally right!” Remus said, whirling around and starting to pace angrily.  “I mean, it’s not like I’m trying to make his life easier or anything.  It’s not like you improve your craft by considering things from multiple perspectives.  It’s not like he’s been struggling when I haven’t been able to help so I’m trying to make up for that now!  It’s— I— argh!”

He walked over and kicked the wall, then swore and grabbed his foot.

“Well that probably wasn’t a good idea,” Virgil said, summoning an ice pack to hand to Remus.

“That tracks, considering apparently I don’t have those!” Remus snapped, snatching the ice pack and pressing it to his foot.

“Hey, come on Re,” Virgil said.  “That’s not true and we both know it.”

“And we’re the only ones that do,” Remus said, sitting down in his desk chair.

Virgil’s chest ached, but he just moved to sit on Remus’ bed.  He didn’t say anything, because it was true, and it sucked, and there was nothing he could do, and they both knew that.

Finally, Remus threw the ice pack down on his desk and stood up.  “I’m gonna go burn this,” he said, and he grabbed the notebook on his bed.

“What?  No, Remus, don’t do that,” Virgil said in concern, standing to meet Remus’ eyes.

“No, I’m gonna burn it,” Remus said, glaring away.  “If none of it is ever going to matter anyway.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is if no one ever sees them,” Remus said.  “And no one ever will.  So I’m going to burn them.  See you for lunch.”

“Remus,” Virgil said, but Remus sank out, and when Virgil tried to follow him to his Imagination, he found the way blocked.

“Remus!” he called again, but the block didn’t go away.

Finally, Virgil sighed.  There wasn’t anything he could do when Remus got this stubborn.  And he… he had other notebooks.  It was fine, except for all of the ways it very much was not.

Virgil’s stomach growled, and he sighed again.  Food then.  It’s not like he could do anything else.

Roman wasn’t in the kitchen, which was fortunate for him, as Virgil kind of wanted to strangle him.

Patton was, but the second he saw Virgil he left, and Virgil had the kitchen to himself.

He went and grabbed the eggs from the fridge, because he didn’t want to eat any kind of toast with jam right now.  He made enough scrambled eggs for himself and some leftovers for Remus, and then sat down at the table and pulled out his phone to hopefully find some way to distract himself from the thoughts that would take over his head otherwise.

He’d just started scrolling through tumblr, though, when he heard his name called.

“Anxiety?”

Virgil looked up to see Logan standing at the edge of the kitchen, fidgeting with his tie.

“Uh, Logan, you good?” Virgil asked, raising an eyebrow, because the best course of action would probably be to pretend that last night hadn’t happened at all.

“Yes,” Logan said.  “I just wanted to… tell you some things, which I might have forgotten to mention during our conversations about trauma.”

Virgil tensed.  “Um, okay,” he said hesitantly.  “Like what?”

“Well,” Logan said, moving his hands behind his back.  “According to my research, victims of trauma often feel a sense of shame.  Like they should have been able to stop whatever it was that happened to them, or to others they care about.”

Virgil’s eyes widened, and he clenched his hands into fists, trying to think of something to snap back at Logan.

“Even though,” Logan said, his voice suddenly much more gentle.  “There often was not anything they could do, and what they have been through is not at all their fault.  This sense of shame can also cause them to believe that talking about what they’ve been through will not help, when this is almost never the case.”

Virgil pushed his chair back and stood up, his nerves rising.

“This is not to say,” Logan said instantly.  “That I— have found any… professionals who believe that trauma victims should talk about it before they’re ready.  But it is important that these individuals know it is an option.”  Logan adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat.  “Hypothetically speaking, of course.”

Virgil stared at him for a minute, trying to slow his breathing.  “Uh… okay,” he said finally, shoving his hands in his pockets so they’d be out of sight.  “Thanks, Logan.  I’ll… add it to my notes.”

“Of course,” Logan said, smiling for a brief second before drawing himself up into a faux-professional look.  “I do not like it when knowledge remains unknown.  Naturally I only wanted to ensure you had a complete data set.”

Virgil smiled just a little too.  “Course, Lo.  Um.  Thank you.”

Logan smiled again, and turned to leave the kitchen.

Virgil moved to sit down again, and finished eating his eggs.

Logan wasn’t exactly right, of course.  He didn’t understand that it was Virgil’s job to protect Remus from the others.  It was his job to protect all of them from them, of course he should feel ashamed if he failed at his job.

He also couldn’t talk about it to anyone, or at least, not anyone who wasn’t Remus.  If the core sides learned about the others it could put them in danger, he wasn’t going to share unless he absolutely had to.

But still.

The sentiment was nice.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine

[foxboyclit]

life's too short for toast (or spoons. or napkins)

for day 11 of @flufftober! more Miskit and co shenanigans, and it's up on ao3 here!

Sock wove through the bustling streets like thread in a needle, keen ears picking up on vendors barking their services since she was too short to see them. The bags at her side were growing heavy, but there was just enough space for one more purchase; she would not go home without it. If memory served her right, what she was looking for was just a left turn away. Through the noise of shoppers and vendors, the man’s shouting cut through cleanly:

Homemade jams and preserves! Best in the Outlands!

There it was. Winner-winner-toast-for-dinner. She made a beeline towards the call, apologies and excuse me’s only half-bothered as she snaked through the market. Sock approached the jam-seller from the side, borrowing a nearby crate to stand on to make herself visible.

“Well if it ain’t good ol’ Socket Wrench!” the vendor greeted her with a wide smile, “how’s your shop doing? That boy’s still helping out?”

“Yeah, whenever I can track him down,” she laughed, “sharp as a whip but doesn’t have much patience for welding. Whatcha got today?”

“Ah, today we got the usual grape and raspberry ,then we’ve got marmalade, some peach, and that there’s an apple butter we’ve been experimenting with.” he pointed to each jar as he listed its contents, and Sock was bouncing on her heels.

“‘Kay, lemme get a couple jars of those peaches, three marmalades, and four raspberries.”

“Stocking up for winter already?”

“That boy”, she shook her head, “he’ll tear through ‘em in a sitting if you let him.”

*

Miskit sat crouched in front of their window, waiting for Sock’s return. Upon seeing her approach the house lugging two full bags of groceries, they tore down the stairs to meet her.

They’d nearly tackled her with the eagerness in their hug, and the smaller woman swore in surprise. He offered to take a bag from her, and she accepted. Miskit spent no time peering in and rummaging through the jars, angling for a hint of what was in them.

“I got your favorite, now help me get the rest in sighed.” She rolled her eyes, and they hoisted the bag over their shoulder, walking ahead to hold the front door. 

The two wasted no time unloading the spoils onto the kitchen table, with Fiver and Zenia there to help put food away. They talked and joked while doing so, until Fiver called out from the pantry,

“You said you got four of the raspberries? ‘Cause I’m only seeing three.”

Sock looked up, “I swear I bought four, unless-oh that little gremlin.”

Silent as moth wings, Miskit had snatched a jar and was already back in the Nest; no doubt he was up there, fingers smeared with red and jar licked clean. 

[justahopelessaromantic]

In your dreams, kid (Ch. 1: Welcome to...fuck, um.)

Fandom: Omori Timeline: Post Good Ending Ships: Kelhero (Hero/Kel) Link to Next Chapter List of Accompanying Playlists for this Fic Pinterest Moodboard for this Fic Summary: Under Sunny’s hypocritical, well-intentioned advice, Kel puzzled over his mental checklist as the bruised house drifted out of sight, now a grey blur. An assortment of surgery, artery-clogging snacks? Check! Mixtape Sunny made special for him, covered in little red hearts and a doodle of the two of them holding hands? Check (No, actually, he will not read into that, thank you for asking). An 8-pack of Monster so Aubrey wouldn’t fall asleep at the wheel while he drives her mad with alien conspiracies and iSpy all night? Check! (Sunny downed three, the absolute madman, before they even stepped foot in the car, but he figured it still counted) Homework? ...check. An excuse for stealing Ms. Suzuki’s car, running away with her son and "future daughter-in-law", and showing up at his incredibly busy brother’s dorm room? You know, something even remotely better than “You sounded like you were about to cry over the phone last night and you don’t cry and I’m so worried and distracted and madly in love with you, I simply had to come check on you, so...Surprise!” ...He’d check that one off sometime before they got there. Probably.

It was a dark and stormy night except it wasn’t.

...Although...no, wait...what?

That can’t be right, right?

The drizzle...You can feel it. Drumming against your head.

No. Tapping?...No, no, drumming. Like the way you drum your fingers against your desk, straining to read the standard classroom clock. You brace yourself for the thud of Aubery’s elbow jamming into your side, tender and sore from hours of dribbling. For the buzz of your bratty, grating, girlish whine against pursed lips and spit from a raspberry if she feels like stooping to his level this...cold...afternoon (You think. Or hope?...No, no, think. You never liked the rain. Too lonely).

...It’s not coming. how do you know that?

Weird. Sure, you’re...well, you’re not in a classroom, but it feels wrong, imagining a classic moment like that without its signature...feeling. That woman never passes up a socially acceptable chance to bruise you (read: your “friendly” basketball matches).

The sentiment brings unreasonable tears to your eye, washing away with the…the downpour (Yes, the purple downpour). She only shoves you out of your seat to wake you up with the shock of cold tile. You're sure it's just to embarrass you in front of Ms. Ṃ̷̨̙͕̞̫̪̻͛̾̎e̸̡͎̻̰̳̦͚͚͛̈́̏̏̂̚͝ͅd̶̡̡͎̣̤͓̰̺̦̮͈̈́̊u̷̡͙͓̝͔̥͙̻̠͒́̏ͅs̵̹̏͗a̶̖̅́̀̆́͌̀̓̓̄̍͌͛͌̚. That her rough, calloused hands are laced with anger, or frustration, or resentment, or whatever those trailing fingertips burn your skin with!

The vague, wavy...consciousness? Reverence? washing over you lets you entertain Basil’s warning. Her promise to keep you on track—the one she half-assed whispering into a crouching Hero’s ear, tugging at his sleeve—so they could compare heights and grades?

Maybe he was meant to hear it. Could it have been addressed to the both of them, tied up nicely with a smirk?

Oh! Maybe he should treat that like her bow. Yank it out of reflective neon locks and tease her about it. Use it as a scrunchie and ignore her adorable pleas for it back after practice is finally done with you. Say it looks better on you. It doesn’t.

Hero had addressed something to him, too.

...Yeah, yeah, he had.

You figure he’d rather give it to you in person, though, and suddenly, without due formal warning, you feel mortifyingly important.

Undeserved importance is hell. And rude. And unbecoming of you and all your inherited potential. You don’t remember Mari saying those last two lines, but this doesn't seem like the right time to suck at "remembering", if you can call it that.

Still, how is she doing it now? Her mouth hasn’t let go of its smile yet, even as she bends down to meet your stuttering eyes.

Can you bring yourself to laugh at the Shonen protagonist holding the an? The envelope out with rigid arms like it’s a fucking rooftop confession scene? No. Not even with him bursting into restrained giggles, like always. All you can do—all your body can do, like it's poorly pre-programmed—is kiss her aching cheeks and tears and tell her that it’ll all be alright and we’ll figure it out. Together. And you love her, you all do, and for god sakes, stay!

If not for your sake, then Sunny’s. Then Aubery’s. Then Hero’s (You have a feeling he could use someone to love up there). Then yours, if she can find room in that hideous mess while restraining her grimace.

Her taunting smile stays, positioned right where Hero’s should be. A rude, hellish compromise, unbecoming of her familiar all-or-nothing and yet just as unnerving. It glitches out of sight, tugging at the edge of the 2d plane.

The force pulls you and Hero just a bit closer. well, someone had to do it.

The darkening gradient of the sky shades everything but the letter glowing white and your light-up sneakers, taking off as if the allure of the ball hadn’t distracted you from your faint intrigue in track. You think, defiantly. (You don’t know. You can’t know in??? Here, it says.) You think it's braiding, not drumming. Something carding its dull nails through your brittle hair to yank something beautiful out of it.

You need to know if it’s him. You need to know if he sees something in that tangled, crusty mess. In you.

If he’s willing to get his hands dirty (Sunny’s words, not yours).

You run until you see white.

Kel awoke with a fright and a frightening young boy tracing his fingertips down from his scalp to his back, rubbing little circles as he nudged Kel’s face into his shoulder.

Oh. Huh.

The sun’s not supposed to be out this late.

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

a drabble of any ineffable husbands fluff if you're up to it (if you need more to go on it can be in Aziraphale's bookshop)

I've been drawing stuff with them in their cottage in the South Downs, so I'm gonna go with that.

On with the fic!

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Crowley liked the little slice of the world they now lived in, and that included the little town nearby, where he'd go about causing minor problems for old time's sake, and getting the shopping down. He had left Aziraphale alone for a few hours, which was perfectly fine, the two of them loved being around one another but also liked their space.

The demon came to a stop in front of their cottage, parking the Bentley. He stepped out with the shopping bags, looking over his car real quick. She was in need of a wash, the country roads kicked up a lot of dust.

Yes, Crowley could just miracle it away, like he did in the city, but he enjoyed cleaning, especially when it wasn't him stress cleaning. He made a note to come out later in the day to get the Bentley cleaned up, but after he spent some time with his husband.

He stopped in front of the door, about to put his key in the lock, when he tasted something in the air. It was sweet, strong, and warm.

Ah, Aziraphale was baking.

Crowley really hoped that he was using the actual packets of yeast he had in the kitchen and not... whatever grew on some of his books. Again.

Open the door, Crowley could smell and taste the aromas of baked goods, and felt how warm the cottage was. "Angel?" He called out as he walked towards the kitchen, finding the place a bit of a mess with bowls and dishes, utensils and baking items scattered all over their counters and island. "Got a wild hair up your arse and decided to break out the flour, angel?" He commented as he set the bags on the island.

"Oh!" Aziraphale looked away from where he had been bent over, staring into the little window of the oven. "Ah, yes, sorry! I had nearly forgotten I promised the ladies at the local book club that I'd bake for the farmer's market tomorrow. They're doing a charity thing and wanted me to contribute with some of my tasty cakes and such!"

Crowley glanced about after pushing his glasses up to rest on his head. "Yeah, I can see that. I think you made enough for everyone in all the towns and villages around here."

"Oh, hush." Aziraphale huffed and opened the oven, pulling out a pan that contained what looked to be muffins. Crowley could taste bananas in the air, ah, banana nut. He might snatch one of those up.

"Made anything for us to enjoy for tea?" Crowley asked as he put things away with a wave of his hand, too lazy to bother with the task himself.

The angel perked up. "Yes! I made a delightful loaf of honeyed bread for us to try with those delightful jams you experimented with the other day! I'm really looking forward to the pear one."

Crowley made a face. "You can have that whole mess, I'll stick to the strawberry and raspberry ones. But still, sounds good, want me to get things ready while you deal with your mess?"

Aziraphale nodded and the two got about to work, the sound of music from another room, sounded like one of Aziraphale's records, was playing. Crowley glanced over at his husband, who was moving about, grabbing used dishes to put in the sink to be washed after lunch, with a smile on his face.

Sometimes it caught him off-guard to find himself in this situation, where he didn't fear Heaven and Hell finding them together, where they were living together in retirement. And married, to boot.

"What's got you smiling like that, dear?" Aziraphale asked, catching Crowley's attention.

"Ah? Well, just... thinkin', 's all." He turned back to starting the electric kettle.

The angel moved closer, pressing close. "Thinking about what?"

"Don't make me say it, angel..." He groaned. "I've got a reputation."

"I'm sure you do." Aziraphale said, the bastard.

Crowley huffed. "I was just thinkin' about how lucky I am that I can do stuff like this with you, it's... it's nice."

This put a huge smile on the other man's face. "It is, isn't it? Now, get the kettle started, dear boy, so we can have some nibbles!" He then kissed Crowley on the cheek and went back to the sink.

[songbirds-sweet]

Oh that sucks that you had to go in when the weather was bad! I know my family got lucky where they live in Ontario and didn't get hit as bad as predicted thankfully. It's not a great day here. Windy and freezing rain at times. I'm so glad I clued up my shopping yesterday so I'm just in PJs and cleaning and wrapping today. A white Christmas is pretty but then the snow can all be gone on Boxing Day ☺

Oh I love a good birthday week spam! I thought about doing a Christmas countdown of my fav pics of the PJ guys but never got around to it lol.. Maybe next year!

I love berries. A fav quick treat lately is toasting a belgian waffle and when it cools down a bit I smother with cool whip and top with raspberries, blackberries and strawberries 😋 It's so good and the berries make it totally healthy, right?

Will you have a traditional turkey dinner? I'm not looking forward to all the time I will have to spend tomorrow cooking it but I am looking forward to a heaping pile of potato, stuffing and gravy!

Hopefully I'll find a little time tomorrow to reveal myself. Then you can expect me in your notes as I go on a dig around your blog! I may have already saved a few things in my drafts 👀

Hope you have a wonderful Christmas 🤶

Glad your parents are okay!! In the GTA it was hell here 😩 I'm sorry that the weather isn't great there either omg. Also glad you got all of your shopping done and now you can relax!!

Oh yeah you're gonna see a Danny spam on his birthday 👀 Oh that's so cool, you totally should do a Pearl Jam one next year, that would be epic!!

YUM and I totally think that's healthy cause berries haha. Pancakes are good with berries too like blueberries but I'm more of a plain pancake and waffle person with maple syrup!

Ahhh that's awesome! We're having roast beef tonight since we don't wanna cook too much before leaving on Monday morning, we're also having roasted and mashed potatoes, carrots, and onions. Also lemon squares, apple pie, and shortbread cookies for dessert!

Yes yes I can't wait for the reveal! We're already fast friends!!! And Merry Christmas to you as well!! 💖

[victorluvsalice]

-->But then, things just kept getting more and more chaotic, with loads of customers deciding they all needed to buy something at once. Meaning the trio REALLY had to stay on the ball if they wanted to keep track of everyone wanting to be rung up. But, as previously stated, this lot has lag problems, which made that a little more difficult –

AND my Sims have attention span issue problems, which made that a LOT more difficult. Smiler wanting to go play in the fountain outside was easily canceled out every time they tried, fortunately – but Alice deciding she HAD to go downstairs and make a cupcake on the cupcake machine midway through the day? When sales were really picking up, Smiler was already occupied, and Victor was having his own problems – namely, trying to clean up his hamburger plate while he was busting to go to the bathroom? Yeah, the game didn’t LET me properly cancel that – she zoomed down there with her werewolf super-speed and got apparently midway through before coming back up again. And then went back down to retrieve the cupcake. Leaving the machine glitched out and acting like it was still in use for the rest of the day. *heavy sigh* And THEN there was all sorts of issues with me getting Smiler to actually clean some of the produce stands and retail fridges so they didn’t annoy customers (mostly because the customers wouldn’t stop using them – fortunately, I learned that you can just Scruberoo them, so Victor ended up taking care of that near the end of the day), and getting Victor to relieve his bladder without losing any sales (fortunately, he only had to ring up one person before he got to use the bathroom), and keeping track of Alice so she didn’t go zooming off, and customers occasionally popping into the employee break room to sit in the chair by the door (I thought I locked that against you guys?? Though now I'm worried I locked the TOILET door by mistake), and more sales popping up all over the place every time one was completed, and a spoiled case of Grape Fizz juice that magically unspoiled itself when I set it not for sale (O.o – I just set it for sale again, because if the spoiled food wants to refresh itself, great) – and – YEAH. It was a LOT to keep track of! @.@ This is why I don’t want run the store every day – I’d drive myself COMPLETELY mad if I had to put up with this every time I played!

-->On the plus side, though, they DID have a very successful day when it came TO sales! By the time they closed up at 9:40 PM, they’d sold 15 things for a total profit of $4,562! Two boxes of raspberry jam jars, an apple pie, a box of cheese, a couple bottles of red hot tablets, a jar of pumpkin conserve, a jar of lettuce conserve, a loaf of artisan herb bread, a box of canned green beans, a box of canned green peas, a box of canned tomato sauce, a box of mayonnaise, and two quill fruits from the fridge. Not too shabby, honestly. They also earned a bunch of business perk points, which I promptly spent on the smaller of the Faster Checkout boosts – they really need that edge in ringing up customers! The day ended with an exhausted Victor napping for a bit in the break room; Alice and Smiler cleaning up some spare plates and spoiled food in the bathroom; then Smiler and Victor catching some TV while I stopped Alice from cooking supper on-lot and made her clean up her cutting board. *whew* Seriously, you have to watch these Sims every minute.

[honeyspiders10]

i saw your post about fluff with eddie and i gotta agree, there's so much smut and not enough fluff-

so to change that a bit, i would like to request gender neutral reader (who graduated) visiting Eddie at school during either lunch break or hellfire club meeting as a cute surprise (as eddie has been stressed out lately etc), and him just being SO happy that his partner visited him, and the reader visiting him much more often :>

Hi there!!!! I really like this idea!!! And also thanks so much for reading my fic..<3

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Gender: gender neutral!!

Pairing: eddie munson

Summary: eddie was having a stressful day at school so you come visit him during one of his hellfire campaigns :)

Not proofread!! Sorry for any mistake!! I was writing this while I was waiting for cinnamon rolls..and I'm pretty sure they're burnt now...I'll read this over when I eat my burnt rolls..

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Third person pov

Eddie was sitting at his and his friends lunch table, everyone was talking amongst themselves but eddie wasn't paying attention. "Hey man, you alright?" Gareth asked him, concern lacing his words. "Yeah dude, you've been pretty distant these past couple weeks." Jeff stated. "Uhm, yeah okay. I'm been busy with tests and shit, I guess I'm just kinda stressed." Eddie said never looking up from his notebook that he had notes written in it from English class. Eddie was currently falling behind in this class ever since his partner graduated last year. They were great at english, they love to write and read and stuff. Eddie does like to read and write but he doesn't like to do it at school.

(Time skip)

Y/n's pov

I got off early today at work. I thought it would he a good idea to go see eddie today, he's been stressed and I got him something to cheer him up!

I walked out of family video waving bye to Steve and Robin with a special something in my hand. I pulled my keys out of my pocket and fiddled with them to find my car keys. I gently placed the item for eddie in the seat next to me, then I jammed the keys into the ignition and drove to the school.

I entered the school with my item for him in hand, I made the journey from the front entrance to the closet were they do their d&d campaigns. I peeked through the glass window on the door, being careful to not let anyone see me. I saw eddie standing on his throne being the silly goober he is. Everyone around him laughing and blowing raspberries at him. These events brought a smile to my features. He doesn't seem as stressed anymore, but he still looks tired. I decided after spying on them for a couple minutes I should walk in. I opened the door and stepped in, putting my present for my freak behind my back.

Third person pov

At the sound of the door opening they all aimed their heads at the door, looking at who dared to interrupt their campaign. Eddie was very irritated at the disturbance, until he saw who it was. A smile, stretched from ear to ear made an appearance onto his face. He jumped out of his throne and practically ran over to y/n wrapping his arms around their neck/waist (depending on your height). You looked down/up at him smiling at his excitement. "What are you doing here, sweetheart?" Eddie questioned, tilting his head slightly like a puppy learning something for the first time. "I came to see you, baby. I know you've been a little  stressed lately, anytime you come visit you're always really tired and sad, so I wanted to surprise you! And I bought you something and I couldn't wait till tonight to give it to you." Y/n exclaimed. Eddie's features turned from happy to curious, he titled his head again, a smile never leaving his face. "Oh sweetheart! Thank you for coming.. now.... what did'ya get me?" He asked reaching for the bag behind your back, you moved the bag out of his reach earning a soft whine from the man in front of you. "Come on, n/n! Let me have it!" You backed away, a playful smile finding a place on your lips. "No I don't think I will." y/n uttered, moving the bag that eddie just tried to pounce. You and eddie continued what looked like a weird dance to the others for a couple minutes before eddie gave up with a half laugh half groan. "Okay, okay! I give!" He said said, giving you a pout, a very overdramatic one at that. His bottom lip was jutted out a little to far and his doe eyes were bigger than normal if that was possible. Laughing you said, "okay big boy, I'll give you your present. C'mere and get it before I change my minnndddd.." exaggerating the last word, and waving the present in front of you. He walked over to you and reached for the present. You pulled the present back and leaned down/up and planted a soft kiss on his lips, you mumbled against his lips, "of course, you had to give me some form of payment, big boy." You uttered against his lips. Eddie was blushing, even his ears were a shade of pink. He smiled and brushed your noses together, earning a giggle from you and a "blaugh!" From the others behind you. Eddie flipped them the bird, and them proceeded to grab the present you handed him.

He opened the gift a smile still gracing his lips. He pulled out a cassette tape, and a vinyl. The cassette tape was a black sabbath song, you new eddie was having a hard time finding it, so when it arrived at family video, you snatched it before anyone else could. "I- this is the newest black sabbath song!! Where did you find this?!?" He exclaimed, practically jumping up and down out of excitement. A chuckle escaped your lips, "I was doing my restocks and found it." Y/n stated. Eddie nodded and continued looking at his new cassette. Next, he looked at the vinyl. It was a limited edition Ozzy Osbourne album. The vinyl, instead of being black, it was red with bats on it. Eddie was crying in excitement. No one has ever given him stuff like this. This album ran for 150 dollars in any store he's been to looking for it. He felt a little guilty. "I-babe. This vinyl was so expensive. That's why I haven't bought it. You didn't have to spend so much money on me.." Eddie said, rubbing his eyes trying not to cry. He felt so loved, it felt nice. Y/n ran to him, wrapping their arms around him. "Hey, don't cry."- y/n said bringing a hand up to wipe a stray happy tear from his beautiful face. "Its okay, eddie. I found both at family video and i know how much you love their music. You've been looking for both and I couldn't just not get them for you. I didn't spend that much money, I know that's what you're worrying about. I get an employee discount so it was just a little over 80 bucks. No need to cry over this baby. I love you." Y/n stated, in a soft tone, while rubbing Eddie's cheek with their thumb. Eddie smiled big at them, leaning into their touch. He loved his presents so much, but not as much as he loved you. He hopes you'll come visit him again more often now. It really helped him.

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[shankss-magnificent-ass]

How Zoan users would react to their kids wearing a onesie of their animal part 2

This will be pure fluff, so I have to gut some characters' canon personalities.

Queen

It's been six months since Queen had informally adopted the boy. And every day before dinner for those six months, the boy would throw open the door of Queen's lab and would ask him to play with him. Today was no different, however what was different was the onesie the boy was wearing. It had a comically long, stiff neck, with a hole at the base for the boy's head. The boy had jam smeared around his mouth, as he gave his father a big happy grin that made Queen's heart melt. He chuckled, "Am I going to have to take the fall for something?"

The boy cocked his head and replied, "What are you talking about?"

Queen wiped the jam off the boy's cheek with a wet wipe and showed him the evidence. As he threw away the wipe, he sighed, "I'm pretty sure the cook made those jam cookies for young Master Yamato. How many did you eat?"

The boy looked ashamed as he mumbled, "Four."

Queen grumbled, "No one is going to believe I ate only four, let's go get you two more."

A large smile spread over the boy's face as he nodded, "Okay! Oh! Do you like my suit! Now I get to be the coolest dinosaur too!"

Queen laughed, "You're giving me a run for my money, kid." He lifted the boy onto his shoulders, transforming in the process, causing the child to slide down his long neck to sit on top of his back. Queen loudly proclaimed, "Let's go get more cookies!" And marched out of the lab in a funny gait, making the boy laugh loudly.

Jack

Jack was home at last, he had been on an expedition with Kaido for six months. He cracked his back, he was also happy to be off the blasted ship as well. Upon his return to his quarters, Jack finds it in a state of disarray. He looks around and doesn't see his partner or his son. After cleaning up, Jack sunk down into the couch to relish the silence of finally being alone. Not even a minute later, the silence was broken by his toddler throwing the sliding door aside. The boy stared at Jack with wide eyes, as he stood in the center of the door holding a dry cleaning bag. After a moment of staring, Jack said, "welcome home, where is (y/n)?"

The boy did not respond or close the door as he marched off to his room and slammed the door behind him. You arrived a second later, out of breath. "Please tell me our son is here," you panted as you leaned against the door frame.

"Yeah, he's here, he's in his room. What has gotten into him?" Jack groused.

You laughed, "He wants to show you his onesie, he's been very excited to show you. We just picked it up from the store when we heard you had arrived. And outta no where, he just bolts off into the crowd. So of course I chase him, and I nearly ate shit like three times, and knocked a bottle of sake out of Sasaki's hand, we owe him a new one. I don't know how he out ran me with those little legs of his."

The boy came out of his room wearing a mammoth onesie, and stood in front of his father and held out his arms. From the look of contained pride and excitement on the boy's face, it was easy to tell he was eager for approval. Jack snickered, "oh my, here I was thinking I was the only zoan user in this family. Can I get a trumpet?" Jack shifted, so he could softly trumpet through his trunk. The boy blew a raspberry, and cheered as Jack picked him up with his trunk. The boy climbed up his father's chest and wrapped his arms around his neck. Jack turned back and blew raspberries into the boy's stomach, making him laugh.

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[miniimapp]

ASSASSIN*TOWN AU - Character Deep Dive

Gen ;; Teens and up - Headcanons

Warnings ;; Murder ig

Proofread + edited ;; Never lol

Auth. Note ;; BOO BITCH IT'S ME !!

I literally cannot leave posting anything any longer but the HS post is taking so long and I just can't so have so assassin*town lore bitches :/

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Aaron T

T loves to make a game out of his targets

Playing with his food kinda mf

Definitely the type to sit down and go on some big villain speech tangent to his target as they're tied up and gagged or whatever

"It's nothing personal, dude. Gotta make money somehow, y'know?" comes up a lot

He loves to make his presence known to his target

Some may think it's weird that he enjoys his victims targets screams and pleads for mercy but trust him, it's simply acquired taste.

Once he's got your file and he's skimmed it once, T is off.

He's coming to getcha ass

Please remain calm during this process, keeping your arms and legs within their binding to ensure a confused T and an extended expiry date

T got into the business when he was struggling for money

He had nowhere to turn and so he became a hitman for a certain company

Now, though, he works for anyone who offers good money

T never really found a way out of this line of work and after all this time he's a little scared to try anything else

Throwing knives are his life-ender of choice, he especially likes to juggle them and freak people out

He can do this because he went through a "i'm running away and joining a circus and becoming a knife thrower because that's cool also i'm going to eat mcdonalds every day and you can't tell me what to do because i'll be in the circus" phase

You know that phase that we all go through

The one that we come out of with the skill of knife juggling and throwing

Yeah, see, i knew you'd relate !!

T mainly takes cases that require a very public death

Not that he kills in public

No, I mean that the new about this death needs to be loud and send a message

This kinds of missions require a bold and...unique style which T possesses

Although T has his own preferred style he definitely likes getting tips or hearing about others

Since Tae Young's is the complete opposite of his he really likes to learn about his

T definitely tries to takes aspects of all the other's methods and try them out to see if he finds them better

The biggest Robaire v Z instigator you've ever seen istg

T will purposely make shit up to piss one of them off and pin everything on the other

And everyone definitely knows this

But neither can pass the excuse to beat the other up

Lovingly of course

Middle child energy all day every day

But Papa Jesse™ does not overlook him

Which T is eternally grateful for

It's nice to be acknowledged and viewed as an important member of their little group

And Jesse is always there to include him and hype him up

Fun fact: T absolutely loves raspberry jam doughnuts !!

Jesse

Jesse prefers to watch over his target before striking

He'll get your file memorised and then he tries to get more personal info

Over the years Jesse's been working he's figured out the best and his favourite way of getting intel is organically, in person

Mans is so old

Because he's very charming and overall outgoing it's easy for him to worm his way into his targets lives

Jesse tends to get assignments were a careful, strategic kill is needed

He is very delicate with his work

Tip-toeing around, very careful not to rock the boat

And obviously he's had years to hone his skills

When Jesse takes missions he basically shuts off his emotions

In this line of work emotions are frowned upon and truly don't get you anywhere

Empathy is a useless trait and boy does Jesse know it

Because of his chosen method he's gotten mildly attached to targets when he'd first started out

Jesse learned the hard way to not challenge the system he'd found himself in

Play their game and no one gets hurt

You want to give your kids a good life, don't you??

Jesse's preferred weapon is a gun

A fairly quick method that doesn't require him to hang around after

Jesse doesn't necessarily enjoy any part of his process but he does find it interesting figuring each target out - what makes them tick, what buttons to push and what to stay away from

He's interested in the psychology of each and every one of his targets

Jesse initially got into this line of work for his kids

His partner left them on his doorstep and he just panicked

Jesse was barely able to support himself, how the fuck was he meant to support two kids

This is how

As the most seasoned assassin Jesse tends to look out for those with less experience and gives them tips

He doesn't see others as competition

There's no competition in a race no one wants to win, after all

Jesse definitely took Z and Tae Young under his wing the most but he looks out for all the boys and hope to be a good role model for them

Jesse usually keeps the boys away from his kids as he wants to keep the two sides of his life separate

Though on occasion the boys do get to play cool uncles and run around with the kids for a bit

He's very insecure about how good of a parent he is to his kids - Jesse's constantly worrying that he's going to corrupt them or ruin their lives by getting sent to jail or something

At his lowest points he's considered giving his kids up but at the end of the day he loves his kids more than anything and could never give them up - not unless they were in danger

Fun fact: Jesse favourite kind of jewelry is earrings and he especially loves dangly earrings

Aaron T

This man can be creepy af ngl

You will never see him coming

This bitch is silent and no sounds will be coming out of him until he's got his target on lock

He hates when people beg him and scream

Like please,,

He realises you don't want to die

No one particularly wants to die via assassin but suck it up

Deal with it, it's happening now

Z gets headaches and migraines super easily

So when people are screaming it just makes him want to shut them the fuck up even faster

Z got into the business by accident

He's been working in the industry the second longest, just after Jesse

He was young and naive

Initially Z was meant to be a bodyguard of sorts

And he was for a little while

But once he was sucked into the company he could not leave

Kinda sad but mans is being manipulated fr

Z mainly takes on people who oppose the company he works for

But there's always that one person who just doesn't make any sense

But oh well, money's money right ??

Z's weapon of choice is anything with a blade tbh but he's known to use a dagger

Z is probably the most sympathetic assassin out of them all

Don't get me wrong he's not kind, good or even nice

He really just doesn't like watching people in pain

For an assassin he's pretty squeamish

He tries his best to give every target a quick death

One that's as painless as possible

Deep inside (where he's repressed the shit out of his emotions) Z really wishes he could leave this way of life and do anything else

He probably became an assassin at the youngest age

Z definitely wanted to prove his independence by getting a job and just got unlucky

Z is incredibly grateful for Jesse

After having spent so long in the business with no support having a mentor-figure was a godsend

Robaire somehow always gets Z into competitions over their kill count that week

They get T to keep a tally

Z finds T really refreshing, after having spent so long being uniform within the industry because that's all he knew to have someone just do whatever the fuck he feels like is kinda mind-blowing

Tae's cuteness may make people melt but Z's stoic shows of affection make all the boys simply implode

Fun fact: Z hates rollercoasters with a fucking passion, especially ones that go upside down

Robaire

Robaire prefers to watch his target for a while

A couple weeks to a month usually

He keeps a firm distance from his targets and only watches over them

Robaire believes getting close to your target is idiotic when it's your literal job to make them extinct

Ahem looking at Jesse and Tae Young

Okay but while he doesn't personally agree with these methods he can acknowledge the results they bring both assassins

And he just really admires Jesse but don't tell him that

Robaire really plans out the best course of action for each of his targets

Double then triple checks the file whilst making the plan

Not that he needs to - he's got it memorised

But just in case

Robaire is someone who would do anything for his family

Even commit murder to pay back a debt

He never enjoyed his job, he despised it in fact but it was all for his family and fuck if there isn't a better cause than that...

Robaire got into the business through a family debt

His cousin was the one meant to work to return the debt on behalf of his uncle

But instead Robaire was offered last minute instead

Being who he is Robaire accepted because at the time he had no idea about his cousin and thought he was the only one who could repay the debt

And of course he'd do anything to help his family

It took years after learning the truth

And some all-nighters filled with reassurance and advice from Jesse

That Robaire finally let himself be angry at his family

He finally let himself mourn the loss of his freedom to a debt that he wasn't supposed to be paying back

At his core Robaire is just tired and missing his family

He just wants love - is that too much to ask ??

*Cue the rest of 4*TOWN starring as Robaire's chosen family !! :DD*

When they aren't squabbling or competing Robaire and Z are bonding over their shared trauma as all rivals should

They relate to each other in the way they were both coerced into the business a way too young of an age

They both find that their rivalry keeps their mind off things so even if from the outside it looks bad they both know just how good their relationship with each other is

Jesse fills a father/uncle role for Robaire

He's someone to look up to and admire

But he's also someone Robaire can come to in a time of need and curl up against as they fall asleep together

One day randomly Tae Young started giving Robaire homemade bead friendship bracelets

Robaire gave him one in return and it became almost a tradition

now they make bead bracelets together on off days bc awww

Fun fact: Robaire loves the Paddington movies - something about a small bear finding a family with humans in London tickles him and makes him go all soft

Tae Young

If silent but deadly was a person

In and out in a matter of minutes

Though he will stay behind just to make sure you stay dead

Tae's a bit of a worrier

He's scared he's going to mess up and get into trouble

He has a bit of trouble with authority figures

(No I'm not projecting)

You'd think he'd be the kindest assassin but not really

When Tae Young was first starting out he definitely cried a little bit when completing missions

He's found ways around that though

Tae realised killing people with his own two hands just wasn't working out for him

So his demise-determiner of choice is poison

Depending on the instructions within a targets file Tae will switch out slow-acting poisons for faster ones, untraceable poisons for obvious ones, and so on

His preferred method is similar to Jesse's in that he will make appearances in your life

Expect him to be a familiar and friendly face you see fairly often

But Tae's role in his target's life will never develop from there

He likes to gather intel in person, like Jesse, but he won't use only that method as it's impractical and would take months to learn anything below surface level unless he posed as a therapist or something

Leave that shit to people with too much time on their hands like Jesse

After Tae Young's gathered whatever info he needs he gets right into the main part of the mission - the assassination

If given a choice Tae personally prefers fast-acting, untraceable poisons but any will do

Tae Young got into the business a bit differently to the other boys

You see Tae was introduced into this way of life through his family, like Robaire, not because of a debt or anything like that

It's because his whole family are, have been or have some connection to assassins

The family business with a dark side if you will

Tae doesn't love his job but he figures it could be worse

He makes a fair bit of money and he has the freedom to do most things on his own terms and reject a mission if it violates his boundaries

Plus he the free time to volunteer at animal shelters so in his mind there isn't really anything better suited for him out there

But coming from a family of assassins Tae Young has access to a lot of resources the others don't have

Of course he shares what he can though

Tae Young loves to try and trick T by giving him phony tips "from his family" just to see him try them out

And he does

Every

Single

Time !!

And T always comes back with a weird story about how he somehow managed to make Tae's ridiculous advice work for him

One day Tae Young will successfully trick him...one day !!

A huge hobby of Tae's is pestering Jesse

"Jesseeeeee,, can we see the kidsss ??"

"Jesseeeeee,, can you get me a dog ??"

"Jesseeeeee,, what about a cat ??"

"But Jesseeeeee,, I really want ice cream !! Can we pleaaassseee go get some ??"

And because Jesse is a 10/10 older male figure in all the boys lives (and because no one can resist Tae's puppy dog eyes) he usually gets what he wants

Tae Young and Z definitely have quiet time together

Whether they nap, do a puzzle, watch a movie or show, doesn't matter because it's quiet bonding away from the noise (Aaron T)

And Tae loves to paint Z's nails

He tries out new nail art on Z

Z proudly shows it off - he even gets fingerless gloves just so he can show off Tae's nail art even when he's on missions - it makes Tae smile every time he sees it

Fun fact: Though Tae loves animals big and small he does have a fucking ginormous small fear of cows (yes i am projecting, don't laugh, cows are frightening af try me-)

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Okay and that's all for our latest lore dump, hopefully the next post will be the HS theatre headcanons but who knows at this point lmao

Hope you enjoyed <3