#happy birthday you lovable bastard

[redheadspark]

#11 with Jack Russell? But maybe they get a little....sidetracked before they can get to the beach/pool? 😉

A/N - Very cute for Jack! Thanks for the request, Anon!

Distraction

Summary - Jack's birthday present to you is a distraction to him.

Warnings - Nothing but pure fluff and a hint of suggestion :)

“Darling, I am in need of your assistance.”

Jack perked up as he was grabbing his bathing towel and then the sealer yeah bag that had all the snacks.  Your voice carried from the front of the living room, out where the sliding doors were perched open to show the beach that was awaiting you.  Jack could even hear the surf with his heightened hearing, and he was more than excited to simply enjoy his vacation with you.

Two weeks in paradise, just what the doctor ordered apparently.

Jack’s business and monster hunting has made things a bit more strenuous and agitating for him.  He was constantly working for weeks and weeks on end with no day off, his anxiety was heightened a few times and brought a dark cloud over his head, and he felt as though he was not having enough time with you.  So he finally relented and got you both a two week vacation at the beach, renting out a small little cottage that you two would share together and enjoy the time together. It surprised you when he told you about the beach house and the dates, you grinned widely as he seemed like a giggly school child that was showing his “A” got on his paper.  But of course you knew deep down that he wanted this, to simply not think about monster hunting or his lycanthropy.  

All he wanted to think about was you, being with you, and making you feel just as happy as he was.

Jack walked out into the living room, seeing you pul your hair into a high ponytail as you were perched in your new swimsuit.  It was dark blue two piece, a retro looking bathing suit that must have came out of the 1940’s that you adored and got for your birthday from Jack.  Of course he got help from one of your best friends who mentioned you liked the suit that was in the store.  Jack saw the joy on your face as you unwrapped the gift on the morning your birthday, and he himself was excited to see you sport the outfit on your vacation.

There you were, looking breathtaking beautiful in front of Jack.

The suit showed off your curves perfectly, your hips that Jack always touched with his fingers, your soft yet muscular thighs and calves from your constant walks and run with Jack, even the sight freckles that were scattered on your skin from reading out in the sun when the weather was too hot made Jack almost freeze for a moment.  You were beautiful, gorgeous even, Jack knew there was not one real word that could describe you in how you looked to him.  He considered himself a lucky bastard that you loved him, seeing the god and bad parts of him that was still lovable.

“Can you put sunscreen on my back, please?” You asked, mostly in a nonchalant manner but with a small smile as you turned your back on him.  Jack walked over, trying to remain calm a bit as he took the bottle in his hand and gazed over you soft and tan skin in front of him.  He poured s decent amount on his hands, lather them together and started working on your shoulders.  You hummed, the cool lotion against your barely sunburned skin was quite enjoyable and felt amazing.  

Jack always had the gents touch with you, he make sure it was gentle and never rough.  Maybe it was being a werewolf for decades and having to deal and kill wit monsters that made him rough around the edges and almost hard within himself.  

Yet with you, you were precious to him.  More than precious, you represented anything that was all good and soothing and kind and loving.  He saw you as a rare flower or a delicate gem, yet you were far from it.  He’s seen you go through tough situations and go up against the occasional bully, Jack knew you could hold your ground.  He still considered you someone beyond important  in his life, and for the first time in his long life he was beyond happy.  All thanks to you.

As his moved his hands and the lotion to your mid back and lower, seeing the freckles along the skin and the small dip of your hips, Jack let his eyes linger a bit more.  Of course you were attractive in front of him, you were always attractive to him.  He loved it when you were comfortable in your skin the most, sporting your college sweatshirt and old running shorts as you read your book under a lamplight, stripping off your scrubs half-hazardly as you walked in the bar with a messy bun on the top of your head. He loved seeing you sport all kinds of beauty, this suit was no exception.

Finally, he had it to your lower back, getting every inch of your skin he leaned over to press a few kisses along your cheeks and neck as you giggled and hummed.

“What’s that for?” Your asked him, your breath hitching as his kisses were still along your sensitive skin with a grin on his lips.

“Just of you being beautiful, Amor,” He replied in a hum, making you think you almost heard a growl from him.  As his hands finally moved away from your hip, you leaned back against him with your back to his front, feeling his hands touching along the fabric of your suit, “And this swimsuit is making you look unbelievably sexy,”

“Is that why you picked it out, just to stare at me?” You coyly asked as he paused and had you turn and look at him directly in the eyes.  His eyes were large and already filled with a flicker of heat, almost primal as you gulped and felt him give you a signature smirk.

“No, I got it for you so I can help you take it off,” he replied in a low growl, you grinning from ear to ear.

“Well, have at it then Mr. Russell.”

The End.

August Prompt Session

[milkyautism]

happy birthday rui, you lovable bastard you.

pixelart by me, 320x200, simulated commodore 64 high color graphics mode (120x200 with a pixel size of 2:1)

made on pixaki on an iPad Air 5

timestamp of completion: June 24, 2023 @ 11:59 AM

[dark-frosted-heart]

Happy belated birthday!! Hope you’re doing amazing today :)

What do you like about Clavis and Saerial ? Like was there a specific reason why they’re your favourites, or is a collection of reasons?

As a fellow Clavis simp I can list a lot of reasons why I love him and I love to read other peoples’ reasons for falling for their fav otome boy !

Thank you!

( ˊᵕˋ)/ whenever people ask me why I like a character, I always have a hard time answering because it’s usually a natural pull toward them. I wish I could write essays on my favorite characters but I can’t. I suck at this kind of stuff.

So…Clavis and Sariel have been my favorites since the day the game was announced. Simply just by looking at their designs and what little description they had, I was like “Them. I like them.” 9 times out of 10, my initial picks remain my favorites forever. Their voice actors were a big plus too, even with what little spoken dialogue’s actually in Cybird games. 

So yeah, the initial reason was pretty superficial. I liked their designs and descriptions, along with Nokto’s and Chevalier’s, the most. And I ended up with two workaholics that hate each other. But out of everyone, Clavis always felt like “the one”.

I guess, in an attempt to expand on this...

Clavis

On the surface, a lovable troll, tease, and pervert. And I love all of that about him.

I guess he’s a happy virus. Clavis has never failed to make me smile and laugh with all of his antics. This bastard has also almost made me cry a few times too with his words and thoughts. I was in the middle of a rough time when Ikepri came out (and I’m sure a lot of people were given the year), and his trolling and teasing in Chevalier’s route was such a joy. 2 years later and he’s still brought a lot of happiness to my life. He’s like the extroverted friend that’s adopted introverted me.

I admire what was once learning about everything and anything to be better than Chevalier has become utilizing this knowledge for his pranks, his work, and for the benefit of other people, how he works tirelessly to help others, how much he enjoys life, and how he’s always able to come off as someone with an overflowing amount of self-confidence despite his actual low self-esteem. And I love that he grows comfortable enough to begin to expose himself to Emma (it’s a slow process but he’s working on it). Because I want all of that 🤣 I could go on about my life story and how Clavis is the opposite of me—minus the low-self esteem and constantly being compared to others—but I’ll save everyone the trouble and not do that.

This man’s continuing to grow, doing his best to let go of his bad habits and I am here for it. And the way he’s a gentleman to the point of blue balls-ing self.

While I wouldn’t want to deal with a person like that irl, how he throws everything out the window when he gets jealous is just hilarious to me. Like “I want Emma to struggle and learn. I won’t coddle her.” *Emma seeks advice from Keith* “Yeah, no. Emma can come to me for advice whenever she wants”

Sariel

While Clavis is this whirlwind that sweeps you off on an adventure during the day, Sariel feels like someone you can retreat to afterward. A mysterious, yet comforting presence I guess?

Also I’m gonna be real here...I am weak to glasses wearing characters, especially the “cool” types. And he’s voiced by Hayami Show. Plus he’s a sadist and a tease with an unexpected mischievous side that always catches me off guard. But he can also be really soft and sweet, a side he only shows to Emma.  And the amount of patience and self-control this man has... His entire being is for my self-indulgence. 

Anyway...I love the way he is with the princes...How hard he tried to get along with the princes when he was assigned as their tutors. And now he’s drinking buddies with Jin and Leon, and the latter’s confidant. He’s never been scared of Chevalier at all and has this understanding of his behavior. I think he was the twins’ first friend and though things have changed since they were 10, having known them for so their whole lives, he can easily see through them. Regrettably being Clavis’ enabler yet sometimes he can’t help but feel proud. 

And him telling Emma (paraphrasing here) about taking care of what you’re passionate about so that even in times of chaos, you a place you can still retreat to and be yourself really struck me.

[incorrect-snkquotes]

Kyo: Hey look what I did in class today!

Saisyu: These are paper boats and you’re a high school student.

[dreamii-yume]

I got something for the sk8er boi, having sex while live filming for his Onlyfans cause the b-day was feeling possessive

He is our sケイト boi.

At first glance, it doesn’t seem like a good idea. Cater had always been one of the eccentric seniors in the academy, always getting himself into trouble for a quick selfie and people have to pull him out of it every time. You could scold him, sure, but in the end, a playful apology with some hugs and kisses are enough to make your heart soft. Repeat that cycle over and over again, you just eventually got used to his idiotic but lovable ass, he’s just that kind of person.

Or at least, that’s what you thought but...

“Come on, (Y/N)-chan~! It’ll be fun I promise!”

You knew he had an account like that and yeah, it’s weird to think about when you’re about to fall asleep sometimes but you supposed it was whatever. Cater could tell you that he’s accessing a black market to buy human organs but at this point, you might’ve done nothing but bat an eye at it and tell him to do whatever he wants. It’s not like your strong enough to even prevent him from doing stuff like this anyway. But it’s a different story when he asks you participate alongside with him.

“Please~” He begs and begs, and normally you really wouldn’t do it, you still can’t even believe that he would ask something like this in the first place! You, of all people!

“N-No, I don’t think this is appropriate...” You whispered, but your voice trails off as Cater leans in closer. This is bad, he had always been that one guy who mastered the ultimate puppy-eyes that could charm anyone to do whatever he wants! You were no exception to that charm, in fact, you’re very weak against it. However, to add more salt to your already damaged pride, it was this bitch’s birthday! What kind of person decides to ask for this as a birthday gift!?

But the fact that you’re actually in here, covering your eyes from the burning stare of the camera before you, it shows that you have caved in eventually.

Naked from head to toe, you sat on Cater’s lap with a flushed face with his hand roaming around you, groping any flesh that they could come in contact with. With what you assumed to be your face as red as a tomato, your hands carried the role of protecting your eyes and your lips quavered as you felt one of your breast getting fondled with your nipples rolling around his fingers. You gasped and moan but tries to keep it at a minimum, it proved to be a difficult task however, as Cater’s other hand were in between your legs. “Mm...Hey, (Y/N)-chan...You don’t have to be shy.” He whispered, but not before suckling on your neck to leave a bluish mark. He then grabbed your wrist, forcefully pulling them apart so you could see the shame in you. “If everyone can see you for what you are right now, then don’t you think you deserve to look at them too?”

Your eyes to twitched as Cater opened your legs to show your little dripping pussy to everyone. At the corner of your eyes, you can see the live comments from here scrolling up in an incredible pace and you dread to think that some of them may be someone you know. “See~? Everyone’s so excited!” Cater cheerfully said and you shivered as his hand moves to rub on your slit. “...And I don’t blame them. They’re not the only ones who’s excited about all of this after all.”

Looking down, you widened your eyes as you saw his dick just beneath you, excited and eager to enter your hole. “N-No way...” You said, glancing at Cater from behind in a nervous manner. “T-There’s no way...It can fit inside...”

Cater only gave you a close-eyed smile. “What are you talking about~? Of course, it will! We’ll make it work!” He said, which only made you gulp down. Holding you by both thighs, you squeaked as he began to position his cock right at your weeping entrance. You began to breathe heavily, feeling Cater leaning closer to you by the ear once again. He bit the shell of that same ear, making you shudder. “Just leave it all to Cay-kun~”

And with a hitched breath and a squeak from you, he lowered you down and you immediately felt his snake going up inside you. You yelped out, trying to get used to the overwhelming pressure on your stomach and covered your mouth with your eyes shut tight. It hurts, Cater was forcing his girth all inside, slowly but impatiently until a final moan from you sealed it all and finally sheathed himself inside. You feel light headed with how surreal it felt and just barely, you saw yourself in his computer monitor. Legs spread out with Cater’s cock in you, the comments were still as crazy as ever which just filled you with even more embarrassment.

“Ha...There you go, it’s not too bad, right?” Cater chuckled in your attempt to cover your heavy-breathing self. He gulped, nuzzling on the side of your neck. “It feels good, (Y/N)-chan. Just relax and I’ll do all the moving from here, okay?”

You didn’t respond, but anticipated the moment he moved instead. You squeaked as you felt your walls contract due to having a foreign object banging against it over and over again. As time went on however, the pain eases up little by little to the point that it doesn’t hurt as much as before anymore. It was uncomfortable, sure, but that was probably because you weren’t use to Cater’s movement yet. Which you don’t find possible actually, considering he’s been thrusting inside you faster and faster.

Soon, the feeling slowly transforms into that of a pleasing sensation, one that you fear may be the reason why people gets addicted to something. You can’t control your moans anymore, the cock banging on the entrance of your womb was just too stimulating that you can’t focus on anything else. “C-Cater...!” You moaned his name as you can feel a knot in your stomach. “E-Everyone...Everyone is...Watching...!”

“Mm, that’s right~! Everyone can see you right now!” Cater confirmed which didn’t help as you began to whimper, the embarrassment getting you close to tears. Cater laughed, easing your state as he gave you a hug, whilst continue on grinding his hips against you. “Aww, don’t worry, Baby~ They won’t judge you!”

“Come on, I’ll wipe those tears away for you. We can’t have your cute face all swollen now, right?” He said, grabbing your wrist and raising them up. “How about giving them a peace sign? You’re feeling good, aren’t you? You have to relay that to your audience!”

“P-Peace...Sign...?”

“That’s right...!” You yelped out, louder than usual as Cater pounded against you with an extra punch. You cried at the rough action, but it didn’t stop your senior from doing it again and not stopping. A few more times and it already got you rolling your eyes upward and your tongue out as he rearranges your gut. “Come on, do it! Everyone will love it, Darling!”

“Nngh...!” You whimpered, as you weakly pulled out both your fingers in a peace sign, just like he said. The comments boomed once again.

Cater laughed whole-heartedly, gripping your thighs tighter and spreading them for everyone to see how battered your pussy looks. Soon, you felt an intense orgasm bursting out of you, nearly soaking the camera but Cater continued on abusing your cunt. You moaned out loud, bouncing in a speed that reached beyond human comprehension. Widening your eyes, you felt as if Cater had finally reached his high and thrust so deep inside you that your breath knocks off. With that, you felt a huge flow inside you and realized that he had finally came into a release.

Exhausted, you practically collapsed limplessly into Cater’s arms, who holds you tightly with a cheerful smile on his face. “...W-Whew...” He said, panting and looked over at the monitor in which his audience were still actively watching. “That felt good, huh? I told you, it’s better to do it with everyone watching!”

You groaned, puffing your cheeks, you honestly couldn’t see his point at all. All you felt was shame. But then again, you really can’t imagine Cater of all people to have a speck of shame in him. He could only laugh as he continues to read the comments. “See? Everyone is saying how cute you are! That they’re jealous and wants to be with you too!” He said with a smile.

“T-That’s...” You paled, hoping that this senior of yours won’t actually think of selling you out.

“But too bad~!” However, Cater hugged you tight, with the same laid-back smile but somehow, this embrace felt a lot more possessive than usual. His eyes looked dead serious as well, and is practically glaring at the camera. “(Y/N)-chan is exclusive to only me. She’s already mine, so stay the hell away, Bastards.”

Widening your eyes at the scary show of affection you received, Cater went back to his happy-go-lucky attitude and waved at the camera. “Well then, thank you for watching!” He said, sticking out his tongue as if he was taunting his own audience.

At first glance, this doesn’t seem like a good idea at all, but now that you’ve actually tried it, you can finally conclude...That this still wasn’t a good idea after all.

Yeah...Yume has no idea how to run an OnlyFans account too.

[starshiningsirius]

Affection (Yandere Floyd x reader)

Turns out @minteasketches birthday is the day before mine and I couldn't decide who I wanted to write for so I asked for a few of her favorite characters and had a draft for Floyd that would have sat. So I'll just post this on her birthday as a gift and have this be my post for my birthday too! Happy Birthday by the way you wonderful writer and artist I love your work!🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

"I really don't like youuu~"

Floyd took a step closer towards the student with a menacing look in his eyes. Anyone who pissed him off had hell to pay for it that was for sure. He would make sure he never layed his disgusting fingers on her again.

His adorable little shrimpy that he adored so much. It was always oh so tempting to hold her close and squeeze her tight, which is what he usually did on the daily basis, but today was different. She had to spend time with another student and denied his affections promptly. After she had left him after apologizing Floyd went into depression again. His shrimpy never failed to brighten his day. Except today of course, when he didn't feel like going to club, specially not with his bad mood.

"Why does she have to spend time with someone else, can't she see I need her more." He released a sigh thinking more and more about the whole situation, her words recalling in his mind.

Then an idea popped up in his head. He could always spend time with her afterwards. She mentioned going to the library to tutor, he'd surprise her there, as soon as she was done!

He arrived there early then the supposed study session. He was actually hiding behind a bookshelf waiting for her to arrive. He noticed one student sitting their waiting impatiently. He assumed that he was the idiot who needed some help. After a little while he finally saw her arrive. It did irritate him to see her with someone else, but he knew the kind of person Y/n was and leaving someone to fail just wasn't her.

Overtime he started to see her become frustrated which wasn't like her in the slightest. She even taught the little sea otter who was beyond hope when it came to teaching him something. She was ever patient and calm the entire time. This guy managed to piss her off so easily, he had to be doing something wrong, at least that's what Floyd deduced. Seeing her so angry made him both curious and annoyed. What could he possibly have said to make her mad?

Floyd at least had a bit more constraint in him today and decided to listen in to gain some understanding.

"Hey, why do you always spend time with that eel?"

"Can you focus please?"

"Why as far as I'm concerned your hanging out with a crazy pyscho merman? He's gotta be forcing you." This student was really getting on his nerves.

He took his time away from his shrimpy, and for what to spread lies and try to pull her away from him. Not only that he placed his hand on her and she looked discomforted by it, never did she feel that way when Floyd would hug her randomly. It really didn't sit well with him, he was agitated and beyond that rage filled his system. That was never a good sign for anyone nearby.

He was about a second from taking the student and squeezing the life out of him literally. Until he saw his little shrimp stand from her seat.

"An arrogant bastard like you could never compare Floyd! He's far more sweet and lovable then you'll ever be! Don't you dare ever say shit about him!" She actually punched him across his face which surprised Floyd greatly cause the impact knocked the student out of his chair.

She immediately picked up her books and went off towards her dorm Floyd assumed, he couldn't keep his eyes off her until she exited the library. His heart was pounding faster in his chest and a smile ecstasy. Shrimpy really thought of him like that huh?

It definitely made him feel happy to learn how she felt. Maybe he should tell her he feels the same too! Ah, but Floyd still doesn't know himself what the feeling is but since Jade's so smart he'll just ask him!

He heard the groans of the student on the ground which brought him out of his thoughts. He saw the student getting back up from the floor murmuring curses and insulting his darling Shrimpy. It definitely reminded him of his rage against him for taking up her time in the first place, but now he insults her it struck a sense of bloodlust in the eel. He shouldn't do this in here though, he's sure Jade could help him get rid of any evidence too.

. . .

"Angelfish where are youuuu~?"

"Floyd-" She couldn't speak for a second cause a pair of long arms wrapped around her neck, covering her mouth, and a head nuzzled in her cheek.

"Yup~" He showed her a sharp toothed smile.

"Floyd you seem overly happy these days, has something happened?"

"Huh~ What do ya mean Shrimpy? I get to spend more time with you that always makes me happy!"

She was relieved on the inside since she tried calling him yesterday after the library incident and he didn't pick up. She called Jade too but he said his brother was doing something important for Azul, for a second there she thought she had put him in one of his bad mood swings by denying him.

Speaking of which,

"Floyd?" He wouldn't stop nuzzling her until he heard her voice calling him.

"Yeah?"

"Sorry about yesterday, I shouldn't have denied your offer, that guy was a total prick. I should have chosen you instead. If you forgive me I'll get you some candy at Sam's Shop?" She tried to offer him.

"Eh? It's fine Shrimpy but since your offering I want to get some and share it with you!" He seemed far more cheerful than the mood you left him in yesterday. Usually his mood swings would last the whole day and bargaining him with something would work even his brother didn't have control over him all the time.

It definitely felt strange in her mind but she had to dismiss it with Floyd pulling her arm in the direction of the school store.

. . .

He had brought a lot of supplies from the store more than usual. As she had asked out of curiosity he said it was a surprise. Later on the next day she found out that the surprise was making takoyaki together.

It really did surprise her, seeing Floyd be this thoughtful took her by surprise. He was more of a PDA type rather than wholesome cooking together. She did tell him once that she wanted to try it once with him,, after learning his favorite food. That was a while ago though and for him to remember such a small detail like that. She shrugged it off as nothing though and went about doing the instructions Floyd gave as they worked together in the Octanivelle kitchen.

Both of them were enjoying themselves and when it came time to heat them up he put in one last ingredient mixing with the cream color mixture. He didn't want to tell her what it was but he said it was extra special.

When it came time that it was all done he told her to open wide.

"Shrimpy come on open up~! I want you to try the first bite of this new batch so you can tell me what you think! " He looked happy and stared at her in anticipation.

The gaze had her face turning red in which she could hear the laugh of the other twin within the empty Monstro Lounge. She didn't want to keep him waiting so she did as he was told and opened her mouth.

Soon as the sphere shaped food had entered and she had chewed the taste was weird, normal savory flavor but with the taste of something she couldn't put her finger on.

It wasn't that many of the food and as soon as she finished she had another pressed to her lips. Until it was all gone did the process repeat. That's when her vision began to get hazy.

"Floyd I don't feel so well. I think I need to go to the infirmary." Her body swayed as tried standing before she could take a step her body fell over tripping on air possibly.

"Eh~ What do you mean, Angelfish? You don't need to rely on anyone else but me." He had pulled her toward his chest the warmth lulling her senses into a gentle slumber.

. . .

When she woke up she found herself in Floyd's room, the messy appearance of it familiar to her. It was strange though since she couldn't remember coming into the room or falling asleep. The taste of takoyaki though remained on her tongue and she recalled a couple of things including the so called 'special ingredient' Floyd put in a few of them that he got from Azul.

It must have put her to sleep, but why would Floyd do something like this?

When she heard the door open she looked up and saw the man in question. He was elated to finally see her awake and ran over to you quickly.

"Angelfish! Your finally up! Great that means we can play now!" One word in particular stood out to her.

"Angelfish? You usually call me Shrimpy. Floyd what's going on?" She was confused and wanted answers but it only made the eel happy.

"Oh your mine now! That little study session of yours with that annoying little crab, you defended me, it was so amazing to see you angry for me Angelfish! It made me so happy so I had to show my affection back some way."

"What do you mean?" She did not like where this was going. She had used violence which was unlike her but with Floyd's seeing it too it's not a good thing for how he would interpret it. She did like the eel of course but she might have put the life of a student in danger.

"He was trying to take my angelfish away from me, so I let him know just how much I love you! Jade said it'd be good to show you how much and you used violence so I should do the same!" He nuzzled his mouth near her neck invoking a shiver to crawl up the girl's spine as he inhaled her scent.

That guy was right about him being dangerous, but he only did want to show you his affection.

Masterlist

[killuaisaprincess]

Only One

SHORT KI SUPREMACY! I just want really short bby little Ki! People can come to me with dna, blah, blah, blah. I don't give a fuck.

♥*♡∞:｡.｡　　｡.｡:∞♡*♥

Killua wanted to laugh. In cold dripping irony, all at his parents. The ones who thought he'd be a perfect heir. For many reasons, all genetic reasoning. He wants to laugh at all the DNA in his blood. He hated being short, but for the one reason above, he loved it. Reveled in it. Imagine if they saw him now, nineteen years of age and still only about five foot four. He hasn't grown... At all. Well, hardly that is, since the last time he saw his parents.

Alluka reveled in it too. She was happy to be a whole three inches taller, and she was a little devil about it. Kalluto; sweet thing they are, would always pat his head and tell him it's fine. While patting his head.

That little monster was up to it again.

Killua sighs, glaring daggers at the cereal box that sits just at the very top edge of the shelf. The top-shelf. Alluka herself could barely reach it, but he knows she asks Nanika for help if she really needs it. That and if she reached up on her tiptoes, she could get it.

Killua... Killua wasn't going to be able to get it. Not unless he jumped, which he was much too grouchy and sleepy to physically do so. Silver locks of hair sticking out all over the place in an even messier manner than usual, the sleeve of Gon's t-shirt falling off his thin shoulder easily.

Oh, right. Gon's. That lovable moron was going to be whining about how he 'stole' his favorite shirt again. Killua didn't steal anything! He was borrowing it! Maybe Gon should stop leaving his clothes out on the bed if he didn't want him to take them! It's not his fault they're comfy!

Killua grinds down on his teeth, ignoring his sister when she pads into the room very loudly, a sleepy smile on her face.

"Gooooddd morning, big brother..."

She slurs out, wiping at her eyes, her long hair sticking out much akin to Killua's, albeit less so due to the length.

Grr... she has some nerve being such an adorable, sweet, evil little sister in the morning; he knows it was her doing!

She stumbles on over, clearly ignoring the box at the top of the opened cabinet, placing a palm over his head of messy hair and patting. Something she must have gotten from Kalluto. Dangit! That kid was nothing but sweet and filled with good intentions, but now Alluka's doing it!

"Good morning, Alluka." He forces cheer and a smile through gritted teeth.

"Can you ask Nanika to come out? I want to tell her good morning."

All the vice in his voice is replaced with soft happiness.

Every morning he'd make sure to say hello to both of them, although today, sadly... He was also going to have to ask her to get the box of cereal.

He really didn't like asking her for things, but it's not like Alluka was going to be able to reach the dammed thing without asking for help either. Since she was also not fond of physical activity straight away in the morning.

"Mmm!"

She nods her head about to do so when another pair of footsteps that sound like an elephant clambering around make her turn her head, grinning wide.

Killua groans. No. He was not. Never. Asking for Gon's help.

He turns slowly, eyebrows pushed down in annoyance only to raise faster than his Godspeed, seeing Gon, very much so, not wearing a shirt.

He screeches.

"Wh-what! You idiot! Put on a shirt! My sisters are here!"

Killua quickly slaps his hand over Alluka's eyes, his face a brilliant shade of scarlet.

Gon, the stupid, six-foot-six lumbering giant, has the nerve to pout, pout at him like an overgrown man child.

He has the nerve, the nerve to look cute...

"Somebody stole my shirt."

He emphasizes the somebody, giving a pointed stare to Killua, who is as bright red as a tomato at this point.

"W-well... you have other shirts, moron, use those!"

Alluka giggles, wrapping her fingers around Killua's and tugging them away.

"I think you're the only one who's bothered, big brother."

She teases, shrugging like she's unbothered by the fact that Gon is standing in the room without a shirt! Gon with his stupid abs, his stupid goofy grin, and his eyes you could just stare at forever...

"Here!"

Gon chirps, and his not daydreaming, surely not, is interrupted by a box right in front of his nose. Killua stares and stares before grabbing it with an annoyed huff.

Alluka in the background giggles, holding her dainty fingers in front of her mouth.

"Thanks, Gon! Big brother couldn't reach because he's sooooooooo short!"

That little devil.

Gon looks at him with those big brown eyes, back and forth between him and his sister.

"I don't think he's short."

Finally! Someone on his side!

"I think Killua's a cute little munchkin!"

Alluka isn't sure whose face loses color first; her brother, who goes dead cold silent, ghost pale, minus the red starting to burn at the tips of his ears, or Gon. Gon, who must be remembering Killua, may look fragile and tiny, but he has a fierce leopard on the inside he is not afraid to let out.

He does when he promptly knocks the wind out of Gon, punching him square in the gut.

Alluka just grabs the cereal box, now on the floor, ignoring Gon's wheezes and whines, alongside her brother's angered, flustered 'idiots.'

It was just another day in the household.

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"Lily? What's wrong?"

Killua's tense posture, tightened scrunch of his eyebrows, the endless biting on his bottom lip till it bleeds, bristles and shifts slightly at the voice. His cheeks flush pink slightly at the use of the nickname, at how it makes his insides feel all warm. How Gon's voice alone makes Killua feel safe, protected, and better all at once. His warmth presses against him enveloping him. Even though the big oaf had to lean down so far to do so, it makes his heart flutter more.

When Gon's arms fall over his shoulders and wrap his whole lithe frame in a cocoon of warmth, Killua lets out a breath he's been holding for who knows how long; the stress and anxiety slowly building releasing with it.

"Gon."

He looks up even though he cannot see Gon's face from this position.

"I'm-"

"This isn't just because Leorio's been trying to get you to drink even though you're still underage, is it?"

It's less of a question and more Gon seeing through every wall he builds up.

Gon removes his chin and then his arms, leaving Killua feeling empty and cold in a split moment.

Until Gon leans down, knees digging into the grass and tugs Killua around, and pulls him flesh into his chest.

It probably looks ridiculous; Killua's knees are now also bent at an awkward angle to be able to be smothered in Gon's arms, Gon's strong warm arms that wrapped around him the instant he had been pulled in.

It looked downright stupid. He's sure. He doesn't really care at the moment. Gon doesn't either. Gon never did. Killua hated being short, but he found more exceptions every day. Killua's small and fits easily in Gon's arms; he fits so easily, snuggly, and warmly. It makes him break under the impact, and he sniffs. Just once.

Gon leans his nose into his hair and mummers such kind things; it only makes him feel somehow better and worse concurrently.

"We'll figure it out together. I won't let anything happen to Killua or anyone else. I don't want Killua to be unhappy on his birthday."

The fact that Gon knows exactly what he's thinking, it makes him stifle a sob.

Gon knew he was worried about what would happen on his twenty-first birthday, it was going to be some huge event for his parents, and he's terrified.

Gon takes away some of that fear, though, and he buries his nose into the nice fabric of Gon's tuxedo and gets snot and tears all over it, but Gon doesn't care. He just holds him, eventually pulling Killua into his lap, so they're both more comfortable. He doesn't let go, not until he's sure Killua is okay.

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Once Leorio is done smashing Kurapika's face into his birthday cake for 'The bastard showing up late!', both of which bring a smile to Killua's face, Gon's standing there; tux now clean, bowing like an idiot.

"May I have this dance?"

Killua takes one look and snorts, genuine laughter spilling from his lips.

"You moron."

Gon looks up with a cheeky grin, getting down on one knee and grabbing Killua's nimble fingers, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

"Your moron."

Killua goes bright red and whips his hand back as Gon stands back at his full height.

"S-shut up; you're so embarrassing!"

He is close to threatening to use some leftover cake and throw some at Gon, but one look at those sparkling eyes, makes him give in.

He anxiously digs his palms into his white suit, eyes darting from the ground to Gon frantically, the tips of his ears are on fire, and his cheeks even more so.

He, in a rush of embarrassment, runs over and almost collides with Gon. Slowly standing on the tip of his toes, ignoring how painful it is to do in these damm dress shoes. He can't reach with ease, and his heart is hammering in his chest. Gon leans down and meets his lips.

Promptly laughing into the kiss, filling Killua's stomach with butterflies and making him start to giggle too, and he tries to hit Gon's shoulder; keyword, tries. Not that it really matters since he still manages to get a playful, gentle hit on him.

Gon pulls away, still grinning like a fool.

"S-stupid!"

Killua's face is the same shade as the bright red carpet, and Gon grabs his wrist and tugs him closer, Killua still too flustered, giggly, and annoyed to argue. Gon made him feel a million things and more.

They bumble around, Gon almost falling over when he bends down to place a hand on Killua's waist, and Killua decides then Gon's a horrible dancer and jumps up, wrapping his legs around Gon's waist. Trusting Gon to catch him, so he doesn't fall, even as he wraps his arms around his neck. Gon does and saunters them around like that, uncaring of the stares, giggles, and crying in the background. Was the old man crying, or was it the old hag?

Questions for another day. Killua simply enjoys the moment with Gon.

"I like this version of dancing more!"

Gon presses his forehead down into Killua's, and Killua smiles. He smiles so fondly, filling with warmth.

"You would, you dolt!"

Well, he did too. Maybe... maybe being this short wasn't so bad after all.

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Large, lovable Gon being so soft and kind with tiny Ki is my life blood.

[cottoncandyjester]

Happy birthday prince! ❣️

Happy birthday to our lovable horny bartender!

Prince usually had a huge orgy party for his birthday but this year he had you so he wasn’t really interested in all that..though the thought was appetizing to imagine, man last year was crazy! Prince wasn’t even expecting a party just a simple you and him celebration but when he walked inside the house his phone in one hand a bag of ice cream in the other he flinched at the sound of cheering.

His eyes snapped up only to see you with the others around a table that had a spread of not only alcohol but cake. “Happy birthday prince!” You cheered out watching him just stand there in shock before his face turned bright red and he turned his head away.

“Hah?! What is this? Y-you really remembered?” He mumbled out feeling you wrap your arms around him making more flustered. “Y-y/n! T-this is totally not manly or cool!” He whined but looked down at your happy expression only to flash a shying grin.

“Really did all this for me baby?”

“Mhm!”

Prince leaned down pressing a soft kiss on your forehead. “My sweetie” he purred out and you pulled him in for a sweet kiss but heard a loud coughing when you both looked back there stood an annoyed Hikaru.

“Alright you whores I was promised whiskey sooo let’s get this party started” he sneered out making prince laugh. The party was actually really fun! You all tried to make drinks and he got to taste test them, it was.. interesting.

“Ack! Yuki you bastard you just filled the cup with salt and juice!”

“Happy birthday.”

By the end of the night when everyone left you and prince were both tipsy and tired. Prince cuddles up to you his head buried into your stomach as you ran your fingers through his hair hearing him let out a happy hum.

“Y/n, thank you for this..it was the best birthday ever”

“Better than the orgies?”

Prince shot up face flushed “h-how did you know-” you cut him off with a short laugh. “Zeke told me, honestly you were the worst before me” you teased which made him grin before he leaned in giving you a slow kiss

“Mmm, just the worst.. which is why I’m glad to have you”

[syst3merr0r]

Happy birthday Sargent Captain John, you fucking lovable little bastard-

[oxenfurt-archives]

Chapter 14: In the bottom of my bottle

*cover picture by Dai (bookscorpion)    

Chapters: 14/?

Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher (Video Game), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Kiyan (The Witcher) / Adrien (The Witcher)

Characters:  Kiyan (The Witcher), Adrien (The Witcher), Original Male  Character(s),  Original Male Character(s) of Color, Joël (The Witcher),  Guxart (The    Witcher), Ireneus var Steingard, Original Female  Character(s),   Sigismund  Gloger (The Witcher), Gottfried Oss (The  Witcher), Marco  Gedl  (The  Witcher), Michelle Sabina Ruxer (The  Witcher)

Additional Tags:  Canon Rewrite, Blood and Violence, Blood and Injury, Bisexual Kiyan,  Unbury The Gays, saving  Kiyan, Witchers Have Feelings (The Witcher),    Witcher Senses, Racism,  Canon-Typical Violence, Sexual Tension, Murder    Husbands, Cat School  (The Witcher), The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt, Demonic    Possession, Rare  Pairings, Rare Characters, Just two growly tops,    Possessive Behavior,  Misunderstandings, Hurt/Comfort, Get Together,   Main  Character(s) of  Color, Est Tayiar, Oxenfurt Academy (The  Witcher),   Based on Scavenger  Hunt: Cat School Gear quest, game canon  mostly,   Swordfighting, The  Witcher Lore, Developing Relationship,   stubborn  idiots to lovers,  Emotional Slow Burn, assholes in love,   Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism,  Suicidal Thoughts    

Chapter 14: “In the bottom of my bottle” summary:

Titus didn't immediately realize something was wrong. He had had a sleepless night after his turn on watch at the camp, and on his way to Oxenfurt, he hadn't noticed the mood in the group. In truth, he didn’t pay it any mind even after they had settled in at the Marywil Inn near the harbor. All he had in mind was a decent bed on which he could finally sleep. Of course, everyone was glum. On top of the fact that they had witnessed the death of their escorts, the fate of the entire expedition was in question, and the prince and Professor Gloger were furious with each other. So in all of this, the captain easily missed the fact that Adrien and Kiyan were strangely tense with each other.

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Yas! First of August and it's Chapter 14!

This is a special date because our Cap is celebrating birthday today! In general, August is a birthday month for us because Gav and I also celebrate birthdays! So happy birthday to Cap, happy birthday to Gav and happy birthday to me! Yay! :D

We also thought that since we have the advantage of Leos in this group, Adrien will also be a Leo and we also set his birthday at the beginning of August. I mean, who's to stop us? As for Kiyan, it's hard to tell since even he doesn't know his birthday, but I can feel the strong Virgo vibes from him. But I'm also very curious if you have any theories about the Kiyan zodiac sign? Maybe you feel different?

Anyway, this chapter is interesting not so much because of the action (no, I know, there is no action here), but because of the small cameo (young Mislav! He's a baby! <3) And a few other little easter eggs from the game. However, the name of the inn - "Marywil" - comes from the name of the first hotel in Poland. So consider this as a kind of historical easter egg. The location of this inn is in the building complex where in the game we can find Tamara, the daughter of the bloody Baron. The plot of our story takes place some 30 years before the events of The Witcher 3, so in this place, so many decades earlier, there could also be an inn. Because why not?

ALSO we celebrated reaching 600 hits when we published the previous chapter a few weeks ago. Now we're celebrating 700 hits and thank you all so much for that! It means a lot to us and we are very happy that you are here with us! Ask meme is still active and you can still send us a question about our lovable bastards, and we’ll tell you our thoughts!

We have already answered a few questions, you can read the answers hereand here.

As always, please let us know how you like our project so far. We are always very happy to hear from you! <3

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After lunch, everyone started packing up the camp and getting ready for the road. Kiyan tracked and recovered the horses that had bolted during the rotfiend attack. Thankfully, they were all grazing calmly and had no injuries beyond a couple minor saddle sores. The healer had continued on his way to Novigrad before Kiyan had even woken up that morning. Adrien asked the hunter's son who had accompanied him to go to Drahim Castle and inform Klemens of their situation so the majordomo could send a group of guards to Oxenfurt to be the scholars’ new escort. However, before the boy went on his mission, he asked to speak to the prince in private.

"Please forgive my boldness, Prince," the boy said as they moved away from the camp. "I really appreciate the payment you gave me, and of course I will deliver your message, but instead of coins, I'd like to ask for something else. If you allow, of course."

Adrien looked at the boy, intrigued. The sum Adrien had offered the kid was quite a lot of money to a peasant hunter. Contrary to what was said in the area, Adrien wasn’t stingy, and he appreciated the help of those who offered him their service selflessly. Though apparently the boy’s motives were less than selfless. He only wondered what could be more valuable to a village boy than coins.

"You’re always allowed to ask." Adrien gave the boy a cold look. "However, whether you will get what you ask for is a completely different matter."

The kid swallowed nervously, but summoned the courage to look the prince in the eye. "I'd like to work for you."

"Work? For me?" Adrien eyed him incredulously. The boy was very young. He was definitely younger than Gisbert. "How old are you?"

"Does it matter?" The boy grimaced slightly. "I can hunt, I'm really good at it, I could--"

"Okay, slow down," Adrien cut him off. "Isn't your father a hunter? Shouldn't you be helping him?"

"Father and I-- We don't get along well lately."

"Ah, so you want to run away from home." Well, the kid was smarter than the prince had been the first time he’d tried to run away from home about the same age, too. At least the boy had a plan. Finding a rich lord to work for wasn’t even that bad a plan, all things considered. "It's interesting that you chose me. I doubt anyone around here would recommend me as a good lord."

The young hunter shrugged. "I've heard rumors, if that's what you mean, prince. But I also saw here that you care about your subordinates. You’re taking the dead guards home to bury them."

That was Titus’s doing, not mine , Adrien thought. It’s not that the prince was against the idea, but in light of recent events, his attention was rather focused on those who remained alive. Death for Adrien was a simple thing - the dead will remain dead no matter what you do, regardless of how you commemorate them or where you bury them. But the prince would carry these dead bodies all over Redania if that would ease Titus's conscience. Adrien's conscience would always be disturbed anyway; so many people had already died because of him, and he had no illusions that a worthy burial would change anything. He had just learned to function with his guilt.

"You took care of those who were wounded, you brought a healer for them," the boy continued, and Adrien mentally rolled his eyes.

It was Marco's idea to go for a healer , Adrien thought, but he didn't correct the boy aloud. There was something engagingly naïve about this child trying to convince them both that the prince was a good person. It was a nice feeling, though it was fed with a lie. Like most of the nice things in Adrien's life.

"And you were worried about the witcher even though he’s a freak," the boy finished, and the prince gave him a stern look. He didn't like the word freak . He liked it even less when it was applied to his witcher. "So you aren’t such a bad lord as they say. Besides, you paid me in advance, even though you have no guarantee that I will deliver your message. So I figure serving you wouldn't be so bad. I don't want to go home, but wandering around nearby villages and hunting in forests that belong to someone is asking for trouble."

"I don't need a hunter," said the prince at last, and he saw the hope in the kid's eyes fade. He could understand his reluctance to go back to his father, really, better than most, but he couldn't take in all the orphans around. "However, I can write you a letter of recommendation for one of the local noble families. The Bilewitz are my distant cousins; they are honest and wealthy, they will gladly take you on."

The boy shook his head. "I know this family. I thought about them, but it's too close to home."

"Where are you from?"

"Brunwich."

So the Garin and Moldavie families with whom Adrien did business were also out of the question. Their estates were also at Gustfields. No wonder the kid had chosen Adrien: Castle Drahim was the farthest noble estate from Brunwich in the area. And the greatest. Further from Grassy Knoll there was only Temerian Velen, but Baron Dieter wasn’t worth taking into account, for obvious reasons. Things weren't going well with Reardon manor, the neighboring estate to Dieter’s, so there was only one place left that was both far enough away and somewhere Adrien's letter of recommendation would be worth anything to the boy.

"Do you know where the White Orchard is, the lands of Ignatius Verrieres?" Adrien asked

"White Orchard?" the boy hesitated. "It's in Temeria, isn’t it? It's very far away."

"I thought you wanted to distance yourself from your father as far as possible." The prince laughed. It wasn't far at all, but he supposed that to such a young boy who only knew Gustfields, it must seem the end of the world.

"Please don't mock me," pouted the young hunter. "I've never even been this far before. This Verrieres, he’s a good lord?"

"I don't know him well," Adrien admitted. He had no interest in lying to the kid. "But I did a large deal with him once, and he made good money thanks to me. Let's say he owes me, so my letter of recommendation should work. Verrieres has a lot of land and vast forests, he could use a hunter for sure."

The boy hesitated, and he glanced at the purse he had received for agreeing to deliver a message to Drahim Castle. The boy had declared he would give up the money if Adrien gave him a job. He was probably wondering now if there was a chance to get a letter of recommendation and the money. It gave the kid more options. Adrien smirked. The kid wasn't stupid. He was starting to like him.

"What's your name?" asked the prince, for he realized there had never been an official presentation between them.

"Mislav," replied the young hunter, as if surprised that the prince was even interested.

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[lana-fucking-alarie]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @itsuki-kamiko YOU LOVABLE BASTARD

[anika-ann]

If You Stumble... - Pt.1

Step One

Type: Three-shot, part of a soulmate AU series  (part 1 here)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader    Word count: 3300

Summary: If you stumble...make it part of the dance.

In which you ask Steve what your date would look like if you lived the forties. He decides to show you instead. There are few flaws, holes to see through to glimpse beyond that illusion. 

But what life would be besides boring if everything was perfect? Perfect dress. Perfect date. Perfect gentleman…?

CH1 - Starring: innocent questions, soft, witty and badass Steve, unfazed Fury, likeable Agent M. and Tony being a surprisingly good bro.

Warnings: swearing, light angst, FLUFF, very brief violence if that even counts...

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It was an innocent question really or you thought so.

Steve was walking you home after date number seven – officially anyway, with how attached you became to your phone, you might as well say you were on one never-ending date, only taking a time-out when sleeping –, talking about everything and nothing. You had been bowling, your idea after you had found out he had never played before and yet he handed your ass to you, kissing it better (kissing your loser’s pouting better, not your bottom, you still weren’t there).

“So… you got a taste of a 21st century date. What dating looked like in the late thirties and forties?” you hummed, glancing at him curiously as you walked side by side, hand in hand.

You purposely didn’t ask him about dating in ‘his time’; despite him telling you he wasn’t fully accustomed to the 21st century, you couldn’t see it 98% of the time. He belonged here as much as he had probably belonged back there.

“Hm…” Steve mused, apparently giving it serious consideration and you smiled for yourself, wondering if he was thinking about an ideal date he would come up with in the past. In the end, he shrugged. “Dancing was popular back in the day. Music and dancing. Going to pictures too.”

He fell silent then, not elaborating, seemingly lost in thoughts. You leaned into his arm, guilt settling in your stomach. You hadn’t meant to sadden him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, earning a confused glance. “I didn’t want to… poke at sore spot.”

He blinked and you could almost hear the wheels turning in his head as he shook it and stopped in his tracks – hence preventing you from continuing your gait too as his fingers were still interlaced with yours. His free hand cupped your cheek and his lips found your forehead first before pecking your own.

“You didn’t,” he declared, giving you a half-hearted smile. You looked up into his eyes, knowing for sure he wasn´t telling the truth, and raised an eyebrow. His smile grew more sincere after that, his thumb stroking your cheek softly. “I promise.”

You sighed, but shortly met his lips once more, letting it go and obediently started rambling about your first experience with bowling.

You knew Steve wasn’t quite listening, mostly because when you stopped talking, he didn’t react. You spent the rest of the walk in silence, him lost in another world and you mentally kicking yourself with vigour, anxiety twisting your insides. You hated you had made Steve brood.

Stupid, stupid woman!

With Steve having been absent-minded for the past few minutes, it took you off guard when you reached your building and he suddenly tugged sharply on your hand, forcing your body to spin, and caught your mouth in a searing kiss.

You blinked, shocked, gripped his shoulders to maintain your balance, but soon let yourself melt into him, relaxing into the kiss that set you on fire despite not expecting the lunge. His fingers curled around your nape, his tongue dancing with yours, stealing the air from your lungs and effectively turning your bones into goo.

Your head was spinning by the time his forehead rested against yours, your lips parted, unable to form words. Steve tenderly caressed your nose with his.

“Let me take you out,” he breathed out, making your eyes, fallen shut at some point of his ministration, snap open. A baffled chuckle escaped you at the request.

“What?”

Both of his palms framed your face as he stole another kiss, this time softer, soothing. He was smiling, his eyes twinkling with something that brought the butterflies in your stomach to life.

What was he talking about though? Did you miss something? You thought you were dating. Wasn’t going out, spending time together, kinda the point? You’d admit your brain was floating a bit thanks to his unexpected display of affection, but you weren’t that out of loop, right? Why would he ask that?

“Let me take you out,” he repeated, voice firmer. When you inspected his face for any hint of what he meant, still confused, he finally clarified. “You said I had a taste of the 21st century dating. Well, I’d like to show you a bit of the old Brooklyn charm.”

Your heart pondered in your chest, threatening to burst at the sweet suggestion. You observed his expression for a long time, seeking any trace of the idea bringing back painful memories, regret of unfulfilled wishes of the past, but you saw none. He radiated nothing but hope and eagerness.

Your lips unwittingly spread in a smile nearly wide enough to tear your mouth.

“Really?” you checked carefully, his barely audible ‘yeah’ brushing your lips. “Then yes.”

You didn’t think his expression could light up more, but clearly you were wrong. He rewarded you with another breath-taking kiss, lifting you few inches above the ground, which caused you to giggle.

Was it possible to burst from happiness? You were feeling pretty close to that, the L word threatening to roll off your tongue. You barely held it back, but still did, worried it might ruin the moment, so preciously shining with delight.

“Okay. Thank you.”

He pressed another firm kiss to your forehead, himself grinning like a fool, and set you back on the ground. You didn’t want to say goodbye, but you knew it was inevitable. He had told you he was heading out for a mission in the morning; simple one, he had claimed, but he still needed to get some shuteye.

Looking up to him seriously, you pleaded him to be careful and stay safe. He promised to do so, the giddiness not quite leaving his aura.

You found yourself falling asleep light-hearted, leaving worries for tomorrow.

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Steve finished the mission the very same day he left for it. The relief washing over you was way bigger than you were willing to admit; to be fair, Steve may have been slightly more hurt than he was willing to admit, so you called it even. He also insisted on ‘taking you out’ on Saturday, knowing too well that kind of talk would distract you from your fretting. Lovable bastard.

He said he would let you know the details during the week.

And he did. Those were seemingly random bits of information slipped into your conversations; wear a dress.

Don’t do any exercise on Saturday.

I have a meeting before that I sadly cannot escape, but I’ll pick you up at half past seven.

You’ll probably want to have light dinner before the date.

It was only one piece of info at time and you could hear the mysterious smile in his voice every time he refused to tell you more. To be fair, you had a good idea of what was going to happen. You were going dancing. Which was a bit funny and bit intimidating, because you had already tried something that might resemble that activity on his birthday and your technique definitely needed improvement. However, you trusted Steve; if you were about to make an ass of yourself, he would make sure it was in private at least.

Then the last piece of information came when you were talking on Friday night: wear dark nylons.

“…what?”

You had thought your outfit through; you were making your best effort to look a bit like the women of the old days, but not overwhelmingly so for Steve. To say you were surprised by his request was an understatement; you would have never imagined Steve would want you to wear anything in particular and you had no idea what to think of it.

“Just do, please?” he pleaded, the trademark smile of past few days no doubt creeping into his tired voice. The upcoming meeting had been keeping him busy, you knew that much if only because you had managed to meet for lunch once and that was it. But tonight, he sounded just exhausted.

You bit your lip when an idea on raising his spirit occurred to you.

“So… is that a practical issue or is it simply something you like on a girl?”

It worked. He chuckled, surprise and disbelief colouring his next words.

“Doll! Come on!”

“What?” you asked innocently, laughing at his exasperation. He was blushing. You were sure of it. “Alright. I’ll make sure to dress to your liking, Mr. Rogers.”

“Not to be too daring, but you’re being mean today.”

“Are you complaining?”

He sighed. “I guess I’m not. I hate to say goodbye, but I gotta go.”

You huffed, knowing he must have had tons of work still ahead.

“Okay. It was good to hear you, Steve. Take care? I’ll be thinking of you so you survive… figuratively speaking!”

“I’ll try, doll,” he reassured you and you imagined his smile turning tender. “Hey, I… I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow. I miss you.”

Your heart swelled in your chest, happy grin finding its way to your face.

“I miss you too, Steve. I-“ love you “-I can’t wait. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

He ended the call and you whined, hiding your face in your palms. The urge to confess your feelings was getting stronger each day. If he wasn’t going to say those words soon, you might actually slip. Would it be so bad, though? If you said it first? Hard to tell.

With a determined huff, you made your way to the bathroom, wanting to wash away all the worries in the shower stall.

Well. You could at least try.

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You were giving your make-up the last touch when the ring echoed in your apartment. Slow smile spread on your lips, as you finished, grabbed your purse and a thin sweater and nearly ran downstairs; well, as much as one could run in heels.

When you opened the front door though, you were met with an unfamiliar dark-haired man in a suit. He stood straight, hands by his sides, face serious, but inviting.

You frowned. Who the hell was he? Why was he here? Now of all times.

You were just opening your mouth to ask when he beat you to it.

“Madam. I’m here to drive you to your… date,” he informed you formally, wavering a bit at the end as if he didn’t know what the proper word was. It had you frowning harder, a chill of fear creeping up your spine. “Captain Rogers got held up in the meeting and asked me to pick you up.”

Your suspicion spiked. Yeah? And why didn’t he let you know? Surely, he could shoot you a text at least if that was the case?

What the hell was going on?

“And who you might be?”

“Apologies, madam,” he swiftly pulled out a simple and very familiar card from the front pocket of his jacket. You squinted at it. “Agent Morales of SHIELD, at your service.”

Was he… was he really showing you… that?

“Why are you showing me your driving licence?” you asked, perplexed. What the hell? Either this was a bad guy with zero experience or he was simply an idiot.

A smile played on his lips when you looked up at his face. “Captain Rogers said you’d be able to see if it was fake unlike with our service badges.”

For few moments, there was deadly silence between you. You stared at the licence in front of you, surprised he actually handed it to you to inspect it. You only needed seconds to tell this truly was George Morales’ proper driving licence. Still, you watched it a little longer, unable to form words.

And then you burst out laughing, the tension in your shoulders easing.

You gave Agent Morales his licence back, the amusement on his face not escaping your notice.

Turned out he wasn’t an idiot in the end; he was just victim of Steve’s wit, not that he seemed to mind. It had been a short and unpleasant talk with Steve, about someone possibly wanting to get to him through you if they knew you were dating – or worse, actually knew about you being his soulmate – and it was followed by longer, not any more appealing talk encouraging you to be slightly paranoid.

So you were. Nevertheless, this man definitely convinced you he had been sent by Steve.

Agent Morales beckoned to a car with dark windows standing nearby.

“Shall we?”

You only nodded in response, unable to hold back another chuckle as you climbed in the back, silent ‘wow’ escaping you when you saw the black leather of the seats.

“Can I ask what held him up?”

“Meeting, madam. If I may… people in high places can be rather insistent.”

“Yeah, I bet…” you murmured, trying to contain the shadow of sadness at not seeing Steve just yet.

One hand on the steering wheel, the agent offered you his phone. You tilted your head in confusion, but accepted it. There was an unmistakable triangle in the middle of the black screen – a video to watch, you realized.

“What is it?”

“The gathering is at the Tower. We were informed that everything will be recorded. Mr.Stark was generous enough to provide me the footage for you,” he explained, but you weren’t sure what exactly it meant.

“A footage of what?”

You caught his grin in the rear mirror. “You’ll see, madam. Let’s just say I watched videos of Captain Rogers in the field-“ Well, at least someone did. “- and training, but this is the most badass thing I saw him do.”

Your eyebrows shot up at the informal language he used all of sudden and you tapped on play.

The frame was rather small for such space of the conference room, but you could easily recognize Steve and Tony siting at the table as well as a black man with an eye patch – what the hell – and three more men in suits; Agent Morales by the door and two sitting at the table, looking like very important people you wouldn’t want to cross paths with.

It was Tony’s cocky voice you heard first. “Look, just because you said-“

He was interrupted by an alarm beeping and everyone’s head snapped Steve’s direction, while he straightened and slipped his hand to his pocket, pulling out his phone and silencing it.

Your breath hitched for two reasons; firstly, did he really set an alarm to… what, tell him it was time to get ready for a date? That was incredibly sweet. Secondly: fear. Was he about to get in trouble for that?

“Oh, that’s nothing. Wait for it,” the agent uttered, a knowing smile in his voice.

“What the hell was that?” the ‘eye-patch’ man demanded, sounding more annoyed than exasperated.

Steve rose to his feet. “I gotta go.”

Your hand shot up to your mouth. Oh. Oh, Steve.

“I beg your pardon?” one of the suited men hissed.

“Excuse me, I need to go.”

“You have a hot date or what?” the black man asked and… did you see a smirk on his face? No, must have been your imagination, there was no way you could see their facial expressions, the screen was too small for that.

Tony in the video snorted.

“As a matter of fact, sir, I do.”

“Oh my god,” you muttered into your palm, hearing a real-life chuckle from the driver’s seat.

“Gets better.”

What?!

One of the intimidating white men in expensive suit rose from his seat, leaning onto the table as if he wanted to intimidate Steve. Ha, he wished. But worries twisted your gut. Was Steve getting into trouble for this? It didn’t look like it, judging by Agent Morales’ momentary amusement, but still.

“This is a matter of national security! It holds the greatest importance!” he sputtered, his face getting a shade of red.

“With due all respect, Senator Brendon, so does she,” Steve announced evenly.

Your jaw fell into your lap, your eyes going wide and filling with tears under the wave of emotions hitting you. You gasped, staring at the device in your hand, blinking.

Did he… did he really just say that? To Senator’s face?!

Clearly, the men in the room were equally shocked – and not nearly as moved as you were.

“You’re not leaving this meeting just so you can go see your girl-toy and get la-“

The Senator never got to finish the sentence which immediately struck you with humiliation and indignation.

You only blinked, wondering when exactly Steve had moved to have the man pinned against the table, hand twisted behind his back, hissing furious words, his voice like venom.

“Do not talk about her like that!”

Despite the horrifying situation, the picture was almost funny. Why? Because Tony was calmly examining his nails as if they held great importance, the other senator’s face was terrified as he jumped back, the black man only had his eyebrow raised and… Agent Morales stood by the door, seemingly unfazed as well.

You paused the video, unsure you wanted to see the rest, your mind racing.

“Weren’t... weren’t you supposed to… I don’t know, draw a weapon at that point?” you asked, overwhelmed.

That would make sense, right? Make sure the senator didn’t get hurt by an angry soldier? Supersoldier, but whatever.

“Probably. Honestly though? He deserved that and a punch to his face on top. Please, finish it, madam. It’s just few more seconds.”

The respectful ‘madam’ sounded incredibly out of place as he was being brutally and possibly unprofessionally honest. You obediently resumed the video, eyes still wide.

“Well. Now that we established that Senator Brendon is an obnoxious ass,” Tony hummed, his voice carrying a surprisingly sharp edge, making your jaw fell lower.

What the hell was he doing speaking like that to a senator?! Also, was he defending you? Tony Stark, who seemed to never run out of double entendre when you were around, always poking your intimate relationship with Steve? Colour you impressed and shocked once more.

“Can we send Agent Morales to drive Captain Rogers’ very respectable woman for their date and then finish the meeting real quick so we can go separate ways? Cap, let go of him, please. He needs that hand to sign a lot useless papers.”

Tony Stark just became your best friend. And you started hating politicians more than you had until now, but that was beside the point.

“Good plan, Stark,” the eye patch man stated calmly, eyeing Steve who was still literally breathing at Senator Brendon’s neck. “Captain?”

Steve reluctantly released the man, watching him like a hawk. You tried to hold back the smile at him defending your honour, but it was really hard.

“Let’s get this over with. Agent Morales?”

“At your service, Captain.”

Steve wrote down something for him then – your address, you presumed, as well as the point of meeting – and told him to show you his driving licence. You looked up and met the agent’s smile at that.

The last words before the video ended were from Tony.

“Agent Morales? Jarvis will send something to your phone to entertain Cap’s lady when you’re driving her. Be so kind and treat her with respect unlike some people in this room who didn’t seem to move on from pre-historic view on female population. She’s a good and brilliant woman.”

The agent in the footage nodded as Tony did something on his phone and then the screen went black.

You had to fight tears now, silently staring at the phone.

“Sorry about hearing Senator Brendon. But I think the rest was quite spectacular, wouldn’t you say, madam?”

You choked on a laugh, too many emotions swirling in you.

“Yeah. I’d say.”

You wondered what you should give Tony for being such an incredibly kind advocate for you; given the fact he could have everything in the world with the billions he had on his account, you decided you would just had to settle for a hug.

As for Steve…. well. You weren’t sure if it was wise to bring it up in the first place. You decided to act after you’d see his mood; you definitely wanted to show gratitude though.

The rest of the drive was spent in silent awe.

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This was supposed to be ‘the First Time’ fic, mostly plotless smut. Somehow, there are like… things happening? Oops.

Still, the fic is spectacularly self-indulgent. You’re welcome? :D

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[ana-deaky]

It’s The Little Things || Joe Mazzello x Reader

What started out as a discussion between me and @amethyst-serenade on how cute Joe is, blown out into this story/HC, I honestly don’t know what this is. It’s definitely fluffy, now that I’m sure. Hope you guys enjoy our work!!

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No warnings whatsoever

HERE WE GO!!

Oh without a doubt! He's gonna be an amazing father and his kids will be adorable and lovable just like him.

Imagine him with his firstborn (especially if it's a girl) holding them in his arms and the absolute adoration on his face ♥️

It would start when you tell him you're pregnant. He'd be beside you (crying a little), kissing and hugging you, and your belly and telling "I'm gonna be a dad. We're gonna be parents."

Even when before you start showing, his hands will be on the belly, secretly protecting his kid. Involuntarily yelling "excuse me" and "coming through" when the two of you walk through crowds. And randomly talking to the baby, reading to the baby at night. And when he goes on a shoot while you're pregnant and he calls and he says "put the phone on speaker, I wanna talk to the baby" and talks about the day.

And he'd be showing everyone the ultrasound pic! And when you're having a movie night, he'd either have his hand or his head on your belly, constantly snuggling into you. And he'll tell anyone who'll listen that his beautiful wife is expecting your first child. And during the movie, if anybody cusses, Joe would put his hands on the sides of the belly and he'd say "too early for that" jokingly.

Oh Joe won't be able to hold it in for the first trimester. The day the second trimester hits, the ultrasound will be on his page and he'll share an entire paragraph about the baby and his incredible wife.

And obviously help throw the best damn dramatic Baby Gender Reveal Party ever!! YES! It's a girl!!

The moment he feels the baby kick over your belly, god, here comes the water works AGAIN!! His hands will be literally glued to your belly until he feels her kick again.

And the day comes when little Ms. Mazzello is ready to make her grand entrance into the world and you bet your ass, Mr. Mazzello has had the hospital bag and ready to go right after the baby shower.

And there she was, Ella Virginia Mazzello, the absolute adoration in his face as he watched his little girl in a tiny bundle on her mom's chest.

His face would be all lit up when he finally holds his baby girl, he's looking at his baby girl, all teary eyed and you could see his love for the baby in his eyes. And he'll literally worship the mother of his more than adorable baby, the love of his life and love her like anything.

He'd be loving and considerate, and would make sure his wife is happy and comfortable. And he tries his best to for you to let him dress the baby in the Yankees onesie he got for her. Well he knows how that's gonna end up.

Let us assume the fact that Ben has a baby boy around that time and Gwil makes a joke "that's your future boyfriend" when the boys visit the new mother and baby at Joe's home and Joe whispers to the baby, pretty audibly, "No dating for you until 16, young lady"

And on one day when the Yankees are playing, he'll be wearing a Yankees tshirt and dresses the baby in the Yankees onesie that he specifically got for her, and seats her on his lap, he'll post that picture captioned "Just two Yankees fans hangin' out"

His phone memory will be filled up with all of Ella's pictures, videos of her bouncing up and down on her father's lap to one of those Beatles songs from her dad's collection and obviously in her Halloween costume, that's right, Joe dresses up his little girl in a baby Raptor costume.

And all the boys would give him shit for it but Lucy would think it's the most adorable thing ever and tell you how lucky you are to have a husband like that.

As his little girl grows up, he'll help her host tea parties and he'd take her on daddy-daughter dates so he can show her how a REAL man should treat her.

Joe would make sure his little girl don't take no crap!

Second time along, during their second gender reveal, they find they're having a baby boy and he'll go crazy raising his hands and jumping up and down "we're having a boy, our lil baseball player is here."

He'd be going on and on and ON about having a firstborn son to carry on the family name.

He'd DEFINITELY get him a raptor onesie first and practically beg to organise play dates with Gwil & Dana's little girl and Rami and Lucy's twins (we haven't forgotten Ben's kids)

And Joe's baby girl, he'll definitely be by her side when his baby boy is too little so that she don't feel left out or anything.

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And Mother's Day,

The boys would all get together and plan something special for the ladies so they don't have to lift a finger. Starting with breakfast in bed (that Joe made with help from the kids), well you woke up to your little girl's giggles from outside the door and in comes your lovely husband with your baby boy in the baby carrier and Ella.

The boys would have booked the girls in for a spa day and he'll organise daddy-daycare with the boys. Then you'd all go to Rami & Lucy's place for dinner, which of course, the dads are making while the girls hangout with the kids. And then comes a bab(ies)y-mommy photoshoot and everything.

But Joe would find you when the baby's hungry because 'that's the one thing I can't do, sorry!' He'll be so dramatic saying "My nipples are useless."

Under the starry skies, the boys and their wives and babies, pictures perfect.

Ooh and the kids, well the boys will set up tents for them to camp in the backyard. And they'll sit around and tell stories of dragons and pirates and wizards; and let their imaginations run wild.

Imagine Gwil telling all these amazing stories with his soothing accent, doing all the voices and making the kids laugh while the rest of you are enjoying a beer or a glass of wine under the fairy lights hanging in the trees. And later, when he gets an acoustic guitar and break into a song and all the boys sing along.

And after the kids are down, all of you reminisce about the time when they did BoRhap and all the fun you guys had during press tours and birthdays and holidays.

And Joe tells about the adventures in Japan for the press tour when the translators were finding it hard to keep up with the boys. And Ben's like "Sorry I missed it!"

"But Cardboard Ben did" and that's when they remember Ben Cardy after an awful long time

Then Gwil and Joe explain the terrible night that Cardy B was in jail. Meanwhile you and the girls look at each other like "Boys!" 🙄

And Lucy takes out Joe's YouTube page and shows all the videos. And they all give him shit for doing 'Milk' and you be like "He still got the occasional screams."

Then Rami says "so THAT'S your bedroom secret, Joe?" And Joe's like "Well, we've got two kids so it must be working!" And you shove at his arm to keep him quiet saying "Joseph!"

"That's nothing",  Lucy says with a grin "Rami sings to me". And Rami covers his face with his hands and Ben shoves his arm. "Gwil goes "Huzzah" everytime he's done", says Dana from a corner. Ben gives Olivia a warning look, and Olivia says "Ben tells me to call him Skywalker to get him in the mood" and Joe laughs.

"So we all have weird quirks, cheers to that", says Joe and takes a drink and you go like eww

"That's why were friends", says Gwil. "Joe and I are more like brothers' says Rami, "We've seen each other shirtless in The Pacific". "And other things" says Ben. Lucy rolls her eyes and you two give each other a look.

"Here we go again" says Gwil and turns to you to ask "Has he tried to make the kids watch The Pacific yet?"

"Well it's not my fault. That the scene was TOO GOOD, y'know", says Joe winking, "besides you enjoy it as much as I do" says Joe to you.

"Several times. Barely made it halfway through the first episode before Ella said she was bored. He then tried with Joey until I reminded him that the baby is, in fact, still a baby. But when WE watch it, Joe always seems really interested in THAT sex scene", you said. "Joseph!" Lucy gasps

"Attaboy!" Rami chuckles and pats Joe on his back.

"How come you guys never watched it with me?", Ben asks. "We should do a "The Pacific" watch party one day", Rami announces and Joe toasts, "To the watchparty!"

"Oh she hesitated! That means it's true!" says Ben. "No wonder you've got two kids" Gwil grins.

"You watched it too!" says Dana. "Only because Rami and Joe wouldn't shut up about it and brought it up in EVERY interview we did!" says Gwil.

Just as Joe does the toast, your daughter comes out in her favourite unicorn pyjamas. "Daddy, I need to pee". Joe looks over at you. Rami and Lucy giggle. "She did call Daddy, didn't she?", you gave a look to Joe and he says "Come here" he says and picks up his daughter and off he goes. "She walks right?", Dana asks. "Don't even get me started with that.", you told.

"Always knew he'd go all gooey over his little girl." Ben says, lighting a cigarette. "She's definitely daddy's princess", you sigh. "Does he have tea parties with her?" Olivia asks. "He does, but uh" you hesitate just as Joe comes back, "Liv wants to know about your latest tea party"

"Oh what can I say Ella loves tea parties as much as I do. It's incredible and so much fun, you know" he says. "And this one here", he gestures to you, "is kinda jealous of us spending all the time together."

"You pinky promised me that you wouldn't show it to anyone" says Joe trying to grab your phone. "Oh its them", you said. "Yes it's us. Also pinky promise? How old are you guys?", Gwil asked.

"Yeah, Joe left me for a younger woman", you grin, sipping your wine. "You bastard!" Gwil gasps.

"And yet I have photographic evidence of you wearing a flower crown" you add. "Show us!", says Ben.

"That's just the start of it, Gwil", you wink, "so we have a choice between the flower crown, the fairy wings or the unicorn headband". Ben chokes on his cigarette and the girls laugh.

"You're a man of many hidden talents, Joe", Rami smirks.

"In my defense, I take pinky promises very very seriously", Joe said as the group passed the phone around, "Also I looked good in every one of those pictures"

"Y/N, tell them", Joe said. You roll your eyes. "He looks good in every one of those pictures", you said, adding to Dana "otherwise he'll sulk for the rest of the night." Dana giggles.

"Speaking of onesies, Joe wanted to get BoRhap themed outfits for the kids.", you said. "Thats so thoughtful, Joe", Lucy said. "Hold on, next time?", Ben grinned, "You guys wanna have more kids?"

"Did you get that onesie that we sent you for the baby?" Ben asked. "We did", you confirm "and it fits perfectly. Though El almost threw a tantrum when she saw her baby brother dressed as a raptor."

"Well Joe has already bought a Yankees one, so Ben had to compromise", said Rami. "Joe made me pinky promise that we HAD to buy the Yankees onesie first", you grin. "I wanted that for the baby's "homecoming" outfit, but she didn't allow it. Both times. Better luck next time, right?" Joe said.

'It's Joey's first Christmas. They're growing up so fast. I remember like it was yesterday that I told Joe that I was pregnant with El. Now here we are", and you were interrupted by a baby crying through one of the monitors. All of you scramble around to check which one was active. And found out it was yours, "Is he hearing all this? I'm gonna go check on him", you said and walked away.

"Oh he's already advised me of this, on the wedding night", you shrugged. "Pretty sure we conceived lil Joey at your place, Gwil", Joe grins, making Gwil sputter on his beer. You swatted his arm, "Joe!!".

"And I assume you've already found these outfits for the kids?" Olivia asked.

"It's a work in progress. It should be ready by the time of our Disney trip, hopefully", Joe said.

You sat in the rocking chair with Joey in your arms, singing to him softly, looking deep into his hazel eyes, stroking his cheek with your finger.

"I remember when you told us that Y/N was pregnant again", said Lucy, "You couldn't wait give give El a baby brother or sister."

"That's what you meant when you said you were busy, huh"' Rami winked. "We thought it was time, you know, El became a big sister."

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"Gosh, I feel bad for not saying goodnight to everyone", you yawned "I didn't realise how tired I was.". You watched as the baby snuggled into the pastel green blanket, sound asleep.

You felt the baby lifted off your arms and opened your eyes, your fingers tightening on the baby "Shhhh its okay, it's me. I got him.", said Joe as he took the baby in his arm and laid him down on the bassinet right by the bedside. "Aren't you supposed to be downstairs?", you asked sleepy

"I knew you'd have dozed off with the baby when you didn't show up and everybody was tired after the long night. Probably asleep by now", Joe said, "Come let's go to sleep."

'C'mon now, in you get', Joe said pulling the duvet aside and you got in and he behind you. His strong arms wrapped around you after he pulled the blanket over the both of you. You nuzzled into his neck. Joe kissed the top of your head. As the two of you dozed off.

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[finnified]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUT FINALLY IN PST TIME-

you’re a lovable and wonderful cat bastard (lh) and i wish this day will be good and kind to you... and that Apollo leaves you alone today at least- you survived another year!

THANK YOU AURIE!! i am glad to be everyone’s favorite resident cat bastard :] hopefully nothing monumental happens today for apollo to smite me over (the newest tales episode is(?) happening today though so maybe i shouldn’t say that HFBGHFBFNFH) but i will enjoy my day regardless. i survived another year crab rave!

[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

Most Educational Anime

I know what you might be thinking, how can an anime be educational, funny and have amazingly lovable characters? I’ll tell you simply. I have been trying to watch new anime that I have never seen before I start this new quarter of community college. The first one that I watched was Plunderer which was a fun smack em down shonen anime but wasn’t really very profound or saying something that hadn’t been said before. It wasn’t until I got to my second anime that I watched Dr. Stone that something sparked inside of me. 

Dr Stone became one of the most popular anime of the last year. It’s a science related comedy about the stone age. 3,700 years before the start of this show humanity froze to stone. It's up to a high schooler with genius intellect, Senkuu Ishigami, to get humanity back to the days that it was before. After a mistake was made on the part of him and his best friend Taju they are forced to separate and Senkuu founds his own Kingdom Of Science to defeat the Tsukasa Empire. Overtime more people join his motley crew including one of my favorite characters in the entire show Gen Asigri, a “mentalist” magician who has the tendency to speak pig Latin. 

I have never in my years of watching different anime, come across a show quite like Dr. Stone. I have never learned anything substantial from an anime that wasn’t about friendship or something of the like. However this is not the case with Dr. Stone. There are so many moments that Senkuu teaches the audience about how modern science works. From making penicillin to building the Stone Age’s first cell phone and record player every big obstacle that he overtakes  teaches something to the audience about how it’s done. One of my favorites was when he made their world’s equivalent of cola for Gen using caramelized honey, carbonated water, cilantro and lime. Mecha-Senkuu taught the audience about the basics of science and it was one of my favorite running gags of the show. 

If I were to have the opportunity to join any sort of group in any anime this would probably be my answer. As much as I would have loved to be gifted with magic like in Fairy Tail, or a superpower like in My Hero Academia something called to me with the main group in the Kingdom Of Science with Senkuu, Chrome, Gen, Kohaku, Sukia, old man Kaseki  and the grunt workers brothers Kinro and Ginro. I love this group of characters because of how different they all are yet when they come together for a common goal nothing can stop them. They are also one of the most heartfelt groups surprisingly, like making Senkuu a telescope for his birthday. I rarely get into shipping two characters together if it isn’t iconic like Kyoru or Tamaharu. But I was pulled into the dynamic between our two favorite conniving bastards Senkuu and Gen. I love these two and their interactions so much when Gen says what Senkuu is thinking even if it’s obvious to everybody else it’s actually really adorable!! 

Can we also just talk about this dub for a hot minute? Because this couldn’t have been easy for anybody involved. Watching the show and noticing how fast Senkuu in the sub had to blather about science or make equations aloud was hard enough. But finding out that in the sub that Gen has the tendency to slip into pig Latin or saying words in a miscellaneous order made it seem improbable. But hearing Aaron Dismuke voice Senkuu was actually one of the most incredible things that I had ever heard in voice acting. I love him but I’m super happy that he seems to be getting more roles!! Ever since I saw him voice Alphonse Elric in the original dub of FullMetal Alchemist when he was a kid he was one of my favorites. Hearing him play Tamaki Amajiki again quickly moved up the ranks as one of my favorite English voice actors. Talking about Gen he’s voiced by the same voice actor who played Sir Nighteye in this season of My Hero Academia. He is the fiancè of probably my biggest hero for anime voice acting J Michael Tatum, Brandon Mcinnis. He has quickly moved up the ranks after watching this show!! He was so good for Gen slipping into the antics of everyone’s favorite magician\mentalist goofball was probably one of my favorite things about the show. 

Dr Stone has quickly became my third favorite anime of all time. It has even taken My Hero’s spot on my favorite’s list knocking it down to number four and my favorite characters were a toss up between Senkuu, Gen and Suika. Watching this show is something that I recommend to most everybody to at least give it a shot.  

[pkselfship]

Happy birthday you lovable bastard. I'll always love you.