#i forgot the target logo on the shirt but i’m not going back

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Clark From Target

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Welcome Back: Fives x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Smut (18+ Please! I'll mark where it starts, so you can still enjoy the first half!)

Words: 2.5k

Corellia was dark as always. You hated this. As you strolled down the crowded street, you held your breath in disgust. The filth of the planet made you gag, but, you felt as if Corellia was the safest place to be. Crowded and disgusting, the opposite of what you liked. During the Clone Wars, post wars plans were frequently discussed among your men. You often found yourself thinking about the plans the men had. Rex wanted to be a farmer, Hardcase an actor for an action packed holovid, Jesse a dad, and Fives, well, Fives didn't care what he did, as long as those plans included you.

Before you could spiral too deep into those thoughts, you shook your head, attempting to clear your mind. Order 66 had ruined all of those plans for everyone, and two years later, you still couldn't fully process that.

As you continued down the street, you constantly glanced around for imperial stormtroopers. It felt as if as more time passed from the Jedi purge, your touch with the force faded. You could no longer simply "sense" people's presence without thinking too hard about it.

Roughly one hundred yards away from you was a small group of stormtroopers. Out of instinct,  you threw your hood over your head and tried to blend in as much as possible. As you got closer to the troopers, you ran your fingers along a soot covered bench and smeared it down your cheek, trying to disguise your facial features. On the rare chance any of those stormtroopers were clones, you could easily be recognized. The empire knew you were alive, and you didn't even want to think of the bounty over your head.

You wondered if any of troopers were clones. With there being only a few meters away from the soldiers, you glanced at them as any Corellian would. You felt one of the troopers eyes meet yours though his helmet momentarily. He watched you as you picked up your pace though the crowd, the slow turning motion of this head indicating this. After a minute or so of your quicken pace, you felt as if you were a good enough distance away from the solider that made eye contact with you. You paused and slid into an alley located only a few blocks from the run down apartment complex you call home. You sat on an empty crate and sighed, pulling your hood down. The last time you felt that stare was two tears ago.

Just like the last locked gaze you shared with Fives.

That last glance.

He was shooting at you. Through his helmet, you could sense his tears. Fives didn't want to hurt you, and you knew that. But, he had no other choice. You remember clenching your jaw, holding back tears. There was no escaping with him. You leapt from the building you were in and ran. You ran as far as you could. Far from Fives. Far from your life. Far from everything. Everything you knew was gone.

All you could ever wish for is that forever lasting nightmare to stop replaying in your head every time you saw a stormtrooper. But, that was a hopeless wish.

You ran your soot covered fingers through your hair and sighed. Just as you were about to stand up, the stormtrooper you locked eyes with was standing at the alley entrance, his blaster held lazily as his side. Figuring it was just a routine check, you began to reach for the identification card in your pocket. It was forged of course, but it always seemed to check out with the troopers. The trooper still hasn't spoken when you extended your arm, showing him your identification. His helmet tilted downwards as he read the name.

He chuckled, "Arilani Forrest? Creative!"

"No one has ever called me creative before," you mumbled, "but I best be on my way. I have a shift at the mining yard soon."

"Oh really?" his voice perked up, "would have never imagined you doing that." He began to walk towards you, forcing you to walk deeper into the alley.

You shrugged, "It was the best work I could get. Anything to better the empire." You HATED saying those words, "I'm honored to work for such a great-"

The trooper took off his hemet, making you stop mid-sentence. No wonder that glance felt familiar. It really was Fives.

Anger and passion fought within you as you stared blankly at him. Then fear hit. Quickly, you took a few steps back.

"Get away from me," you spit out.

Fives' smile turned to a frown, "Cyare, let me explain."

"You tried to kill me! You probably still are! And you just expect me to listen to you? To let my guard down and listen to the man who captured my heart and tear it to shreds?!"

"Don't act like that day was any harder for you as it was for me," he begged, stepping towards you, putting his blaster on the ground. "Remember Tup? I took that stupid chip out after that. That's why I cut my hair. I had to keep that a secret. For my safety, for your safety, for our safety!"

"Why should I trust you?" you murmured, trying to hold back tears.

Fives gave you a sympathetic smile, "Because you always used to tell me that I was the best shot in the 501st. You told me that there wasn't a single target I couldn't miss. If you really meant that, then why did I miss every shot I made at you. I wasn't even close. I was never shooting at you. If I didn't follow the order, I would have been killed right then and there. I knew you were capable of surviving. That's why I followed everyone else, knowing you would escape, hoping one day I could find you!" his smile grew, "it took two, long, excruciating years but you're here!"

You were quivering. As he stared at you, awaiting your response, you closed your eyes and exhaled, channeling the force. You came within arms length of him and placed your hands on the side of his head. Your heart skipped a beat at the touch. As you let the force speak to you, you soon came to realize he wasn't lying. There was no chip in his head. You let your arms fall to his neck as you pulled him close to you, your slow tears making his under armor around his neck wet.

His strong arms wrapped around your waist and pressed your body against his. The crappy armor felt uncomfortable on your cheek but you didn't mind. Fives twirled your hair around one of his fingers, the other hand stroking your back. The only reason why he "stayed loyal to the empire" was for this moment, no matter how long he had to wait for it.

Fives released your hair from his fingers and placed his hand on your chin, angling your face towards his. He took his glove off, exposing a clean hand, which he used to rub the soot off you cheek.

"Still as beautiful as ever," he murmured, studying your face as if he would never see it again.

"Fives, I-"

You were interrupted by his com link. He quickly threw his helmet and answered, explaining that he was simply doing identification checks, and he would report back soon. As soon as he ended the conversation, he took his helmet off and chucked in a nearby dumpster.

"I don't want to be a stormtrooper anymore," he sighed, his hands placed on your upper arms. "Please, get me out of here. They don't need me anymore."

You let out a small laugh, "While it will be a loss to the empire, let's get you, or, us, out of this nightmare."

The dark clouds over the Corellian sky finally began to give way, polluted rain hitting every surface. Rain on Corellia was vile, but in that moment, eyes locked with Fives, it didn't matter. He took off the rest of his armor and put it in the same dumpster as his helmet.

Digging through the trash, you found a battered cloak and threw it over him. "This will help you not stand out. I think the imperial logo on your shirt will give a little too much away. But let's get going. The rain is clearing out the streets."

He nodded in agreement and followed you to your apartment building. As you entered the elevator with him, you noticed he had a look of disgust.

"What?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Fives shook his head, "would have never expected someone like you to live somewhere so disgusting."

"Exactly. That's why I'm here. You don't get options when the empire is out to kill you," you explained as you unlocked the front door.

The apartment was smaller than Fives expected. He thought the 501st barracks were nicer than your apartment, which was clearly saying something.  He glanced to his right and watched you take off your robes, revealing an outfit similar to the one you wore during the Clone Wars. As much as he loved it, he hated it. He hated knowing that every other man in the GAR would stare at the way it hugged your body, making you look far better than any model on the holonet. But, he loved knowing that you were all his.

"Yes?" you laughed, catching Fives staring at you in awe.

Fives swallowed hard, nodding, "Just looking at the most beautiful thing in the galaxy."  He slowly walked towards you and pressed his lips against the side of your ear, "we have two years of catching up to do."

Smirking, you hopped up to sit on your kitchen counter, "723 standard rotations to be exact," you winked, playfully grabbing his hands.

His forehead met yours as he whispered, "I think I forgot how it feels to kiss you and cyar'ika, I've thought about it every day."

SMUT INCOMING

"Then what are you waiting for," you lustfully groaned into his ear.

That was all he needed to hear. Before you had the chance to take another breath, his lips were on yours, filling your body with a euphoria you haven't felt since the order. It felt as if no time passed at all, he still had every square inch of your mouth memorized. Fives put his hands on your ass, pushing your hips into his, you both instantly feeling the heat coming from the other.

"We need to get you off this counter," he groaned, nibbling on your lower lip. You moaned something inaudible in response as he picked you up and shoved your body onto the nearby couch. Straddling over you, he took a moment to stare at the sight. He longed for the day he could see you under him again.

As Fives grinded his hips against yours, you couldn't help but notice the growth in his blacks on the brink of busting open the cheap fabric. Your hands made their way to his waistband, which you didn't hesitate to pull down, exposing a fully erect Fives. The sight alone was enough to push you over the edge.

"Like what you see?" he smirked, taking the rest of his bottoms off and tossing them across the room. But before you could respond, he pressed a finger against your lips, "Now this isn't fair is it?" he wined, tugging at the hem of your shirt. In one swift motion, your shirt and bra was next to his discarded pants. Still straddled over you, fully exposed, he gawked at the sight in front of him. As he was in la la land, you pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the same toned body that made your knees weak when you first met him. You reached up to touch his left peck, running your fingers down his chest.

"Oh my handsome ARC," you whispered, tracing the outline of his abs. Two years later, pulling rank still sent him over the edge.

"That's it," he groaned, pressing his chest against yours and grinding hander into your hips. You were gasping his name with every push, which only made him push harder. Fives slipped his fingers into your pants and softly ran his index finger up your soaked clit. He pulled his finger out, your moan being music to his ears, and licked his finger dry. Fives knew damn well he was driving you up the wall, and had no plans on stopping.

You quivered at Fives' touch, and pulled the rest of your clothes off. Fives collapsed his body onto yours, the sensation of full skin to skin contact making his body tremor. As you both laid there motionless, taking in the moment, his throbbing cock kept poking at your entrance.

"Fives," you groaned, knowing you didn't even need to finish your sentence.

Slowly, he pushed the tip of his cock into you, listening to you moan under the pressure. As Fives pushed in further, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He steadily thrusted in and out, giving you enough time to adjust to his size. Every next thrust came faster and harder. Your jaw was clenched as you groaned, trying to hold back the orgasm.

"I know you're close cyare," he said between thrusts, "where do you want it?"

Breathing heavily, you put your hands on Fives' lower back, preventing him to pull out for another thrust, "The damn war is over and we can finally live our dreams," you gasped for air, "it's a risk we can now take." You let go of his back and he continued to pump into you. As soon as you felt as if he was on the verge of splitting you right up the middle, you let out a loud moan as your walls clenched around his cock, which was simultaneously, filling you up. Fives laid down on top of you, still inside you, as you both rode out your orgasms.

"Fives," you panted, running your fingers through his hair. He smiled and shut his eyes, placing his head on your chest, listening to your rapid heartbeat.

"Oh maker, I love you," he wined, nuzzling his head into your neck. He slid his softening cock out of you and got up, grabbing a blanket from across the room. You stared at his naked body, shining with the sweat you two just created. It was like staring at an ancient god. He laid the blanket over you and sat down, pulling you onto his chest.

"Welcome back my love," you smiled, tracing your finger on his chest.

"Hope I wasn't gone too long," he winked, watching you fall asleep in his arms.

It took two years, but finally, the post war dreams you shared were finally coming true.

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Simulation

Berry Good Johyun x Male Reader

4747 words

Categories: oral, handjob, mutual masturbation, swallowing

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The sound of targets being hit.

There were four stalls in the target range, each individually marked. Three were empty, only number 2 was being used.

"I did good, right?

"An angelic voice brings you back to your senses. The young woman had finished aiming the BB gun at a target, knocking it over as if it was a prize at a carnival. She was bent over the stall, the leggings she wore fully displaying her powerful looking thighs, baby making hips and a firmly sculpted butt. It was evident she was blessed with curves in all the right places. Her leggings seemingly fitting her like a glove. If you weren't in a public place, you would spank her butt as hard as you can.

"Fresh clothing service" the back of her hoodie read. An appropriate thing to be printed on you thought, imagining all the things you would want to do to her that would require said services afterwards.

The highlighter hoodie she wore ended at her midriff, showing off her beautiful milky skin and just the tiniest bit of love handles. Not that you cared, you preferred a girl with meat on her bones. As she turned around, her cute belly button came into view. It was a ridiculous thought to have, but it really was cute.

Shiny straight black hair flowed through the air like a waterfall as she fully faced you. Although she had the body of a goddess, her smile was the most beautiful thing about her. No makeup or blemish was tarnishing her flawless skin. Her under eye skin was prominent, brightening her overall look and making her seem even more youthful. There was just something about her that made you believe she was the most beautiful woman alive.

"Oppa, do you want a turn?" she says to you, smiling brightly as she turns around and readies herself to shoot again. You wonder how fortunate enough you were that you found yourself into this situation.

Before you know it, you find yourself in a front of a pool table. Compared to the brightly lit shooting range, this place had painted walls and more ambient lighting that contrasted the shooting range's white walls. The walls were painted a more mellow gray color, with people depicted on it. This place felt cozy and familiar.

You find your girlfriend putting some last minute touches by lathering the tip of her pool stick with cue chalk. She hums in satisfaction before blowing some of the excess chalk into the air. The not so subtle innuendo of it was clear to your brain. It was the same beautiful smile she had after she gave you permission to cum from edging you for hours. Blowing the excess chalk was the more innocent way of saying she finished swallowing you and used her tongue to lick up the straggler droplets from your urethra.

As she sat on top of the side of the pool table, you saw she had a new outfit on, one that gave an even better look at her magnificent S line body. At this point you assumed she owned nothing but skin tight clothing. The cherry red dress she wore matched the color of her fingernails. The dress barely covered her butt, exposing the creamy thighs that were wrongfully imprisoned in the leggings she wore earlier. Although you considered yourself to be a man who prefers ass on a female, you were never one to say no to a nice rack, especially one on a woman as beautiful as your girlfriend. You enjoyed fondling them like a toy whenever you got the chance, sometimes to your girlfriend's annoyance since you would do it whenever she was busy. Other times you used them as a soft pillow when the two of you would watch movies. But one newfound kink you truly enjoyed was finding out your girlfriend was lactating. She wasn't pregnant, yet, but one night during sex, you sucked on her nipple and discovered she was able to secrete the sweet liquid. You had consumed much of her pussy juice during your relationship, but her breast milk was a game changer. You were salivating at the thought of ripping her dress off and kissing every square inch of her body.

Seeing that beautiful smile on her face once more, she readies herself to shoot. You thought to yourself a lot of shooting has been done today. Shooting at the target range, shooting a round of pool, and who can forget, shooting a giant load on her face in the bathroom this morning. The last one having been your favorite of the three so far. As your girlfriend angles her pool stick for a shot, your view is transported across from her, seeing that she only has one ball left to shoot before she wins. The pool stick's tip coming in and out between her fingers is another innuendo of what you plan on doing to her tonight. One swift forward motion of the pool stick hits the cue ball towards the only other ball left in play.

Click.

Your camera registers the shot you just took of your girlfriend drinking a bottle of beer while simultaneously posing for the camera. As you admire the photo you have just taken, you find yourself in a bar that's seen better days. Stickers of various foreign beers and logos litter the black wall behind your girlfriend. The ceiling intentionally designed to look like it had been damaged by water and exposed. The tables next to you were empty, there couldn't have been more than five customers in total.

You weren't planning on coming here, as your favorite bar that your friend Jennie Kim owned was a few blocks away, but the aroma of food being carried through the wind caused your girlfriend to immediately exclaim she was hungry. Besides, how could you say no to your girlfriend asking so sweetly and explaining that the fried foods here were to die for. If that wasn't enough, she immediately became naughty by whispering in your ear, promising to do most of the work during sex tonight as an incentive.

"Ahhh, delicious~" she exclaims in delight as she feels the alcohol buzz in her system slightly before putting the beer down and staring at you with that smile you fell in love with, curling her fingers and placing her hand under the right side of her chin. You bring your hand up and gently caress her left cheek, her body responding by leaning into your hand, kissing it gently. It always warmed your heart seeing your girlfriend happy.

Today must've felt like a red day for her as she was wearing yet another red outfit, this time resembling something that you would describe as "shiny red velvet". Although it was looser than the previous two outfits, you believed she made anything she wore look amazing. 

"I'm more of a soju girl, but sometimes a nice beer really hits the spot" she says.

"I'm more of an ass type of guy, but sometimes your tits really hit the spot" you reply, imitating her look back at her.

She gasps and pretends to be shocked, softly hitting your shoulder.

"Babe!"

The two of you laugh and enjoy each other's company, feeding each other fries and talking about how her modeling gigs have been going.

Before long, you find yourself outside of a still active phone booth at the entrance of the bar, your girlfriend fascinated by it as she has never seen one before. Various stickers are seen on the windows. As the door opens, a blur of hair goes by as your girlfriend opens the door, happy that you were waiting for her. You snap another candid photograph, wanting to preserve this image of her forever. She is surprised at first, by the flash of the camera, but smiles again before heading to you and giving you a hug.

"Let's go home now, baby" she says softly.

You sling her purse on your shoulder as she lets go of you, taking your hand and intertwining it with hers. You look at her and smile, she responds by smiling with her eyes before tiptoeing to give you a kiss.

The night was still young as the two of you drove home. There weren't many cars on the road during this time as it was a weeknight and most people would be starting their days early. Your girlfriend stared at the window, the light from the posts illuminating her face momentarily as you two passed through the bridge. Even though it was dark, the water was calm.

As the ringtone played from the front door being opened, both of you finally return home after a long day, taking off your shoes and heading into the living room. The apartment was still a mess, half of the boxes having been unpacked while a tower of unopened boxes were near the kitchen. You immediately head to the kitchen, opening the refrigerator and getting a bottle of water. You forgot how much your girlfriend liked spicy food. Once you closed the door, you saw various photos were hung up thanks to the help of cute hello kitty magnets. You smile, thinking about each event. Your first date, first 100 days, white day, and most recently, a photo with the two of you, your girlfriend holding up the lease to your new apartment. When you both decided you wanted to live together, instead of choosing one's apartment over the other, you both thought it would be better to find a new place you both could call home; to create new and better memories. Another photo on the door was from your girlfriend's very first modeling job for a cell phone company, her legal name displayed proudly under the company's logo with her stage name on the side in quotes.

"Shin Jiwon (Johyun)" you read to yourself quietly.

The sound of the shower faucet could be heard as you turned your head and you attention immediately turned to the clothes on the floor that led a trail to the bathroom.

"Baaaabeeeee" your girlfriend yelled from the bathroom, peeking her head out the door and smiling, using her index finger to signal you to join her in the shower. You quickly run over, unbuckling your pants and almost tripping as one pant leg gets stuck. Jiwon laughs at the sight in front of her. You take off your boxers and shirt as you reach the door, forcefully being pulled in by her.

 "I thought you were going to take a shower" you say, placing your hands on her hips.

"I was" Jiwon replies, as she begins stroking your cock. "But I wanted you to join me"

"Isn't the point of taking a shower to be clean?" you ask as you take off her bra and pepper her collarbone and upper chest with kisses while simultaneously reaching into her panties and stick your middle finger into her pussy.

"We c-can ah! Get clean after we g-g-get dirty-ah" Jiwon moans, you respond as well from the mutual pleasure you both are giving each other. "Babe, we have to get in b-before the water g-gets cold" she heaves as you take her right breast and flick your tongue on her nipple to make it erect. You do the same to her left breast before taking it in your mouth, sucking on her nipple. Jiwon closes her eyes in satisfaction, her body in a state of euphoria from the pleasure she is receiving. While you are sucking on her left nipple, your left hand is fondling the right breast, gently massaging it as your right hand continues to pleasure her core.

Jiwon is even more turned on when you begin to hum on her breast, as she increases the speed of stroking your cock and pushes your head deeper with her right hand. She begins to lightly sweat and give off a natural odor, the intoxicating aroma perfuming the air fueling you to pleasure her even more. Her sensations going into overdrive prove to be too much for Jiwon as her toes curl and she pushes your head deeper into her breast, her body violently shakes as her orgasm arrives. Her juices flow like a waterfall, your finger violently pushed out as she continues to moan loudly. Jiwon has had intense orgasms before, but none have come close to this.

She slowly removes your head from her grip as she breathes heavily, her body still heaving from smaller aftershocks. You continue to finger her as you caress her face and give her long, deep kisses.

"Baby, that was so intense. You did so well" you say after a kiss, moving your hands back down to her butt.

It takes Jiwon a few minutes to compose herself enough to form something that resembles a sentence.

"S-s-shower... fuck... n-now"

Her voice barely above a whisper as she lifts a finger and points it at the shower that had been running for some time now. You both make eye contact and you smile, nodding at her before pecking her lips one last time and guiding her into the shower.

Jiwon continues her firm grip on your cock, slowly stroking you again when you two enter the shower. The water was cool to the touch, both of you feeling a sense of relief from it. Jiwon was even more beautiful when wet, the light from the water droplets being reflected on her fair skin was a sight to behold. You reach past her and gently increase the temperature of the shower. Jiwon's showers were extreme on both sides of the temperatures: blistering hot when the weather was cold and hypothermia cold during the summer months. You learned both of these the hard way. But it was worth it since it meant spending intimate and quality time with your girlfriend.

Jiwon grabbed the shampoo bottle and poured a small amount into her palm before rubbing it between both hands and lathering her luscious hair. Cherry blossoms permeated the air as you inhaled the scent of it. Of course, she wasn't going to leave you out of it, and after a brief bicker about how you could do it yourself, Jiwon massages your scalp. After washing out the shampoo came your favorite part. You have done this countless times, and every time you find a new part of her body to appreciate. Jiwon grabs the loofah and pours out lavender scented body wash and squishes it, eliciting a childish laugh from the two of you.

"So, we'll take turns washing each other?" Jiwon asks, her cheeks turning a rosy shade of red.

"Babe, it's not like we haven't done this a million times already" you laugh.

"I know, it's just.. I really enjoy these moments with you"

You grab the loofah and squish it one more time before getting to work. Jiwon moves backwards from the water and towards your body. You gently pepper her shoulders and neck with kisses before rubbing the loofah all through her back. She was toned, her constant hours in the gym and Pilates lessons are doing wonders on her appearance.

After you rub her arms she raises them up, allowing you the chance to rub her abdomen. Jiwon's love handles were one of the many things you enjoyed about her body. Your girlfriend wasn't the average underweight petite idol. She enjoyed a giant meal almost as much as she loved sucking your dick. She hated being addressed as "thicc" or "curvy" by netizens. Even though she put a lot of work into exercise, she truly was comfortable with her body. 

You were a firm believer that Jiwon had abs, but she would always tell you it was hidden under her tummy fat. Once you made sure it was thoroughly lacquered, you moved your way up to your second favorite thing or rather things to grope: her tits. Not fitting the normal Asian standard of petite beauty, it was fair to say Jiwon was bustier than the average woman. Her company and the various gigs she filmed took advantage of this: purposefully making her wear bras, sometimes padded, painfully smaller than her actual size or making her wear risqué clothing, sometimes even during winter. She wasn't comfortable with all the gawking and criticism from people, but after meeting you one day after a shoot and the two of you eventually beginning a serious relationship, Jiwon began to be more self confident. She was beginning to love herself more because she found someone who loved her for being Shin Jiwon, imperfections and all, and not just some busty thick eye candy people fap to.

As you begin to lather her breasts, Jiwon moans and your previously unerected cock slowly hardens as the blood rushes to it. Due to the fact both of your bodies are close together, your cock pokes Jiwon's butt. She giggles and grabs it with her left hand.

"You're such a pervert, babe. Do my tits really turn you on that much?" She asks, stroking your cock to full erection.

"You're one to talk. All I'm doing is cleaning up my beautiful girlfriend during a shower and massaging her breasts after a long day being confined to a bra. If anything, you're the pervert. Moaning erotically when I just want to make you feel good" you reply, but not before teasing her and reinserting your finger into her pussy.

"Ahhh, that feels so good babe. Faster" Jiwon moans.

"See, I told you you were the pervert"

Jiwon stops moaning and turns her head back at you, pouting.

She grabs the loofah from your hand and reapplies a fresh layer of body wash. Squeezing it, you remove your finger as she goes behind you and repeats what you did to her.

"You've been working out, haven't you?" She asks as she rubs body wash on your chest and back.

"I've been wanting to look good for you"

"You always look good to me, babe"

Her hands freely roam your body until they approach your abdomen. While not fully visible, your abs were noticeable if touched.

"A lot of people are noticing my progress. Even Eunji noona. She's been my personal trainer at the gym"

"Eunji noona... Jung Eunji?" Jiwon's tone instantly becomes dark, unhappy to learn your trainer was a female. An older idol at that.

"Y-yeah, I thought I told you" you replied nervously. 

"You told me you had a trainer. Not that your trainer was my sunbae and an incredibly hot woman at that"

"Baby, don't tell me you're jealous"

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous?"

You knew you were beginning to dig yourself into a grave. Jiwon certainly wasn't the jealous type, and neither were you. She knew that many men were lusting after her, some even sending requests to the company to be her sponsor. But Jiwon had more self respect than that. She was proud to call you her boyfriend, but she only allowed those she truly trusted to meet you for fear of what netizens would do to you if they found out about you. Jiwon attended a underground idol afterparty for the end of the year celebrations. It was only a couple months since the two of you had started dating. You were rightfully nervous, here you were just an assistant to the main photographer and now you were Johyun's +1. The underground club was very modern, colorful lights strobing with a DJ playing the top hits at the time. Everywhere you turn you see idols you saw on tv, having a good time whether it be with their members or with a casual fling or serious partner. Jiwon was busy chatting with her members before she turns your direction and waves at you, smiling. She was wearing a low cut black dress, with matching heels. Her hair was neatly styled, not one out of place from her bangs. She completed her look with a rose gold necklace and bracelet.

You always were a sucker for her sweet smile. She motions you to come over. When you arrive, she instantly locks her arm with yours, earning woo's from her group members.

"Everyone, this is my boyfriend"

You bow to the girls. You weren't really familiar with them, but nevertheless they seemed nice. They bow back, unable to contain their giddiness at the thoughts of finally meeting Jiwon's boyfriend that she had been talking about nonstop.

"Unnie, we'll give you two some alone time. Have fun!" One of the members says before they all move to a different area.

"Are you sure this is okay?" You ask with a nervous expression on your face.

"Babe, don't worry. Everyone here is an idol or related to an idol. There's no reporters and no one's going to snitch unless they want to be blacklisted. Trust me" Jiwon calmly replies, tiptoeing and puckering her lips at you.

You laugh and shake your head before leaning down and giving her a simple kiss.

"Oops, we just kissed. Dispatch will surely find us out" Jiwon teases. You pout at her. "See, I told you there's nothing to worry about"

Trusting her, you nod and give her light repeated kisses.

"Aish, where did that snake go. Yah, Jung Eunji! How could you lose her, Bom-ah?"

"Unnie! I can't keep track of everyone. I've been busy making sure Namjoo and Hayoung don't drink too much"

"Jung Eunji!" "Eunji-yah!"

You and Jiwon's attention was on the two women searching for their friend. Jiwon asks you who they were looking for, before you get a chance to explain someone bumps into you"

"Oh? Sorry, I didn't see you there"

You turn around see a woman in a cocktail red dress. She was clearly intoxicated, through her slurred speech and lack of balance. She swayed back and forth before running her hands through her hair and facing up at you.

"You're c-cuteeee. W-whaaat's your name?" She managed to slur out.

Not giving you a chance to respond, she continues a pathetic attempt at talking.

"My name is Jung Eunji!" She says, pounding her chest with her hand. "APink's main vocal. Tell me, cute boy. Do you have a girlfriend?" Eunji's eyes had an appearance you had seen several times. The look of someone who bottled their emotions up and used alcohol and sex as a means of temporary escape.

"Eunji! There you are!"

The two women finally found their friend. Eunji was about to become deadweight soon.

"Hello, I'm Park Chorong. I'm so sorry about my idiot friend here" Chorong greets you, bowing her head in shame.

"Hello, I'm Yoon Bomi"

You nod to the two before explaining that it wasn't a big deal.

"You dumbass! Why can't you behave? Namjoo and Hayoung didn't need to be the ones we needed to watch tonight" Chorong yells at Eunji as she slaps her shoulder.

"We're so sorry once again" Bomi says to you, bowing. "Now we have to go home early! I was looking forward to dancing" she complains.

As the two begin to drag Eunji away, she shakes her head and manages to escape their grasp, approaching you.

"Hey, cutie. Here's my card. Call me" Eunji confidently says, winking at you before returning to Chorong and Bomi, the two of them covering their faces in embarrassment.

You stare at the card she handed you. It was a standard business card with Eunji's name written in English and Korean. Her phone number and email were also there, along with a photo of a panda.

You turn around to Jiwon and see anger in her eyes. She continued to glare at Eunji until the three were no longer in view. Lucky or unlucky to you, she didn't care about the business card you were given. Instead, she grabs her purse from the table and grabs your hand, whisking you away.

"Uh, babe"

"Shut up and follow me"

The two of you eventually find an empty restroom. As you wonder why you two are in there, Jiwon begins to undress and reaches for your belt.

"Baby, are you okay?"

That statement earns a slap to your face from Jiwon.

"Shut up. After I swallow your cum, you're going to bend me over this sink and fuck me until I lose the ability to stand"

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous?"

Jiwon's words snap you out of your daydream as she looks back at you.

"I'm not jealous my boyfriend has an extremely hot trainer that wanted to fuck him the first time they met"

"Babe, Eunji's not like that. She already apologized to us"

Jiwon grabs your cock and begins to stroke it.

"That was a lie. This is what she wanted, right?" She snarls, shaking your cock in anger. "I saw how she was staring at you, she was giving you bedroom eyes! That bitch wanted to fuck my man in front of me!"

You weren't sure what you were feeling. Pain from how hard Jiwon was gripping your cock, or arousal at the fact she was stroking you while being jealous.

"I bet she was dying to feel how heavy your balls are, or how sweet your cum is. I bet she wanted you to pound her until she was satisfied. I admit, her ass was nice. But she doesn't have tits as big as mine" Jiwon says, grabbing her breasts with her left hand.

"N-n-no she doesn't. No one has a body like yours, love"

"Right? No one has a body like mine. And no one has the right to touch or even stare at yours. Because it's also mine" she replies. She didn't bother gradually increasing her pace and just jacked you off at an intense frequency.

"Babe, I'm g-gonna cum soon"

The intensity of Jiwon's handjob was beginning to be too much for you to handle.

"I'm gonna cum, ah I'm gonna cum"

Jiwon instantly kneels down, resuming her torturing pace as she opens her mouth and stares at you. You feared looking down at her, wanting to prolong the experience as long as you could. Eventually, you give in and stare at your girlfriend's inviting mouth.

"Trust me"

"Ugh!" You groan, Jiwon using her other hand to grasp your balls and pull them down. Your orgasm occurs, instincts kicking in and you pushing Jiwon's head down your length until she reaches the base. Wave after wave is released, you feel like you haven't came in weeks even though you gave her a facial this morning. Once your body stops shaking, Jiwon takes this cue that your orgasm is ending. Her suction hold on your cock remains tight as she slowly inches her lips away. She releases her grip on you with a loud pop. You continue to stare at her as she opens her mouth, showing you the creamy present she worked so hard for. After flicking it a few times with her tongue, Jiwon tilts her head down and swallows. She opens her mouth once more and sticks her tongue out, showing you it is now empty. As she kisses your urethra and laps up the remaining cum, you toss your head back at the pleasure you just experienced.

"And that is why Jung Eunji will never have you"

You remove the headset as you look down and see the mess you made. Your cock still throbbing and leaking, the tissues you were holding shining as light was being reflected on your cum, and a video being looped on your phone.

"Baby, I'm home!"

The door opens and you turn around.

"Babe, did you just finish jacking off to my VR date video? Again?"

"I'm sorry, baby. I got home early and really missed you. Your ass looked so good in those Puma leggings"

"I was gonna wait until after dinner, but seeing as you're horny now I guess I have no choice. I kinda wished you didn't cum yet so I could feel it inside me" Jiwon pouts. "So what did you imagine, babe?"

"Well, besides the three dates I went with you in the video. I imagined us making each other cum in the shower before we have sex in bed and around the house"

"Why don't we make that a reality?"

"What?"

"You heard me. Let's get started and put a baby in me" Jiwon begins to undress and throws her thong at you

[fbfh]

Light Up the Dark - [IV] Leo x reader

genre: romance + action + enemies to lovers kinda

word count: 2k

au: none

pairing: Leo x gothy!child of eros!fem reader

requested: nah

warnings: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR HEROES OF OLYMPUS!!, normal reader being mean lol, mentions of abandonment issues, a breakup over skype call basically, reader uses  seduction powers for fun and profit, i think that’s it

summary: You pull some strings to get a hotel room and some cash, the boys get to know you a little better, and you overhear something you probably shouldn’t have.

listen to: bad liar - imagine dragons

a/n: since the reader is a daughter of Eros, the characters are aged to 18+ idk i think i forgot to put that on the other chapters lol 

also requests r open uwu

“What do you mean she’s not coming?” Leo asks, all the bad feelings quickly overtaking him. 

“She said she wanted to sight see more, and that she’d meet us back at camp in a few days,” Jason says, trying to break the news as gently as possible, “I’m sorry, Leo.”

He bit back his heartache.

“Yeah, it’s…” 

The door creaks and their heads turn to you, exiting the front door. 

“Who’s driving?” you ask.

“Jason,” Leo replies. You open the passenger side door, gently place the coffin shaped box on the seat, and buckle it in. You can feel their inquisitive eyes on you, and you counter with a blank, resolute look of your own.

“This one’s special.” 

You notice Leo seems… off. His whole mood seems to have plummeted. Leo reminds you of a buoy. Even in the worst storms, even if he gets caught under a huge wave, he always comes back to the surface. Based on his current vibe, someone nuked the buoy. Wheels turn in your head, and you hand him the trout mailbox. 

“Could you put this in the back?” you direct your words at him, hoping the heat flushing to his cheeks would distract him from whatever made him upset. His hand brushes yours and you can almost feel his heart spasm. You make eye contact at him through your thick, dark eyelashes and he almost chokes. He agrees and you pull Jason aside. 

“What happened?” you hiss. 

“What?” he whispers back.

“What did you tell him to make him all lame?”

“Oh, uh…” he rubs the back of his neck and you shake your head, waiting for an answer, “Calypso’s… not coming back with us.”  You wait in silence for him to keep talking. 

“She said she wanted to see the world more, and she’d meet us back at camp in a few days.” You process this for a second.

“So he’s-” you catch movement out of the corner of your eye, “driving?” you ask Leo, who just came back from the trunk.

“Jason, I mean.” you clarify. He confirms, and you all get in the car - Jason up front, you and Leo in the back. You reach into your bag and hand Jason a cd that says ’fun sad angry music :)’. He stares at you through the rear view mirror. You stare back. You sip your coffee. 

“Well?” you ask, “Are you going to put it in the player or eat it?” His eyes dart to Leo’s. “She gets to choose the music,” he explains. Jason mutters in agreement and fumbles the disk into the slot. A smile spreads on your face as the music plays and he starts to drive. 

Leo watches you as you nod your head and mouth the lyrics. He can tell you love this song. You vibe to the music for a minute before glancing over at Leo. He realizes he’s been staring when you give him an expectant look.

“What.” you ask. 

“Uh, this song is really good,” interest tints your face, and he’s relieved he recovered okay, “what’s it called?” You’re a little surprised he likes it.

“Mr. Doctor Man by Palaye Royale.” You two enjoy the music in silence, Jason focused on the road and GPS directions. A minute later, your curiosity starts to get the better of you. “How far is it?” 

“Not far, a couple hours.” Leo replies.

“Is everyone there all… campfire songs and friendship bracelets? Cause I’ve never been like, a summer camp person,” your eyes flick to the side towards him for a moment, and he can tell you’re listening closely. He smiles a little. 

“So what kind of person are you?”

“I’m more of a… cult documentaries and obscure unsettling 1960’s Czech animations type.” He’d never heard the words “1960’s Czech animations” sound so hot. 

“What about you?”

He paused for a minute. Part of him was deciding how to respond, and the other part was just flattered giggling that she had asked him back. You talk for the next hour or two, Jason chiming in periodically, until he points out that it’s getting dark and you should find somewhere to stay for the night. 

“Okay,” you reply, “pull over at the next truck stop.” 

They’re a little confused, but Jason complies and pulls over at the next gas station/convenience store you come across. They watch you get out of the car without a word and walk into the store. You approach a guy near a soda display. He has on a fedora and a shirt with a kids video game logo on it. He stares at you absolutely transfixed. They can’t hear what you’re saying, but he has a dopey grin on his face and nods his head a lot. Your hand touches his arm gently, and he laughs so loudly (and nervously) they hear it from the car. 

“Do I look that dumb around her?” Leo asks. 

You tilt your head and he blushes and nods again. He hands you something and a second later, you two walk to the counter. The cashier looks up startled, and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She stares at you for a second, then says something and fumbles with a cellphone you hand her. She hands you a paper a few seconds later. You give the guy his phone back. He walks to an ATM at the corner of the store. He walks over to you, but you’re in front of a display so they can’t see anything until you come back out. You get back in the car and hand Jason a piece of paper and a wad of cash.

“Got us a room at a Best Western like, ten minutes away. And some cash.” 

They stare at you in silence. You lean toward Jason. 

“The room is under your name, Kevin Grossman.” Leo bites back a laugh. 

You finally get to the hotel, and Jason flips on his turn signal to get into the parking lot. “Park at the Walmart over there,” you point a block or two up, “under a light.” He turns his blinker off. 

“Walmart doesn’t care if you park overnight. If someone sees our car at the parking lot of a hotel, we’re just leaving a target on our backs.” you explain. They don’t say anything. 

“You said monsters are after us, right?” 

“Yeah,” Leo said, “good thinking.” Jason agreed and you exit the car, remembering to grab the duffle bag with your clothes and other essentials. You all walk across the street to the hotel. You talk your way through checking in pretty easily. When the hostess asks to see your in app registry you hand her the printed ticket. “His phone died.” you say simply. The three of you are about to head up to your room, when you turn back to reception. You hesitate for a second, before leaning in to the receptionist.

“Can you put us as unlisted?” you ask quietly. 

“Of course,” she replies sincerely, “let me know if you need anything.”

On the way up to your room, you tell Jason and Leo that if anyone asks, you’re not here. They seem impressed. Your room has a small seating area with a couch, coffee table, coat rack, and a phone. Past the half wall are three beds, a desk, a TV, and a doorway you figure leads to the bathroom. You walk into the bathroom and touch the mirror. You notice the space between your finger and reflection, and move on. You call to Leo to turn off the lights. He and Jason share a look. You may be a little weird, and incredibly intimidating, but you haven’t steered them wrong yet. Leo hits the lights, and you said quietly, “Listen for any weird buzzing or beeping noises, and look out for any out of place lights,” you creep around the room very quietly. After a minute you turn the lights back on and look at the ceiling.

“What was that about?” Jason asks.

“Bugs,” you reply, not looking at him, “and not the fun kind,” you mutter. 

“Jason, can you reach that?” you point up at the smoke detector. He looked between you and the device on the ceiling. 

“Don’t think so.” You looked between him and Leo. Your head might hit the ceiling if you Jason gave you a boost, but you could probably access it fine with Leo’s help. 

“Leo,” you said, and he looked up from the wires he was fiddling with, “give me boost,” your gaze not leaving the smoke detector. He agrees, and you get up onto his shoulders. His hands rest just above your knees, and it takes all his focus to not burst into flames. You pop off the cover.

“This doesn’t look weird, right?” you ask him. He looks up and back at your face, hair angled down, and is reminded of the Spiderman kiss. He pushes away the thought and examines the smoke detector. 

“About as non-weird as a smoke detector can look,” he confirms, and helps you down. He’s incredibly impressed that you thought to look for bugs - even he hadn’t thought of that, and he’s a son of Hephaestus. 

“Where did you learn this stuff? The parking lot, being unlisted, checking for bugs?” You half exhale half scoff.

“When almost everyone in a five mile radius constantly wants to get in your pants, they can get… pushy… so you learn some stuff.” You grab your pajamas from your bag and head toward the bathroom. Leo and Jason meet eyes. It made more sense now, why you were always so intimidating. If he got constant unwanted attention, Leo would get pretty prickly, too. 

Once everyone had showered and gotten ready for bed, Jason pointed out someone should IM Chiron, but you were way too tired, and collectively agreed to update him in the morning. 

Right as he’s about to fall asleep, Leo feels like someone’s watching him. He opens his eyes, and sees Calypso’s face. His heart lurches. He pushes himself out of bed and sees the shimmery edges of the iris message. She opens her mouth and he holds a finger to his lips. He moves over to the couch, so he doesn’t wake the others. He sits down nervously.

“Hey, sunshine… I really miss you, what’s-” 

“Look, Leo, I… I can’t do this.” 

His stomach drops. 

He knows what’s happening. He had it coming, he knew that. He knew that this was probably inevitable. Still, that didn’t make it hurt any less. He tries to sputter out something, anything. Why, what, can he do anything to fix this, but he’s too choked up. 

“I need a break from this, from us…” she continues, “there’s so much of the world I haven’t seen yet, and you have your projects… I don’t want to hold myself back because I feel bad that you’re not with me. I want to experience everything.” He feels like he’s falling forward. His eyebrows knit and an unstoppable rush of memories of everyone who’s left him or kicked him out comes flooding back. 

“Calypso,” his voice cracks. He can’t finish the sentence. 

You wake up from the light sleep you had settled into, aware of an unfamiliar voice. You get up, throwing on the short black robe over your pajamas - despite their velvet material, the loose cami and shorts don’t provide much warmth. You tiptoe over to the seating area. Leo’s on the couch, staring at the floor. You walk up behind him and place a hand on his shoulder. 

“You okay?” you ask, your voice foggy with sleep. 

“Who-” you briefly see the unfamiliar voice is coming from a shimmery image of a pissed off girl floating in front of him, but he quickly swipes his hand through, and the image vanishes. He rubs his eyes and his hands come away damp. You stay quiet. You don’t want to make him feel worse. 

“Long day,” he mutters. He stands up and says goodnight without looking at you. You watch him get into bed, and you do the same. Even if you knew what was wrong, there wasn’t much you could do this late at night. You hope some rest makes him feel better, and tell yourself it’ll be dealt with in the morning. 

Maybe over coffee. 

You could use some coffee.

[lovemesomesurveys]

1. have you ever gotten soap in your mouth for cursing? do you think that’s right to do to kids who curse?: Nope. I didn’t say any curse words as a kid for one, but also I’m pretty sure my parents wouldn’t have done that if I did. They would have just talked to me about it and tell me not to say them. I personally don’t like the soap punishment, I think it’s dumb. I’ve heard of some parents who use hot sauce instead, which is just horrible. I understand if you don’t want your kid to curse, but you don’t have to torture them. Just talk with them and explain why it’s not nice to say and that kids shouldn’t speak that way or whatever. Don’t make too big a deal about it. Try not to curse around them either, that’s where they likely hear it and you can be an example for them. If talking doesn’t work then take something away like a toy or some computer time or whatever. I think it’s also important to reward kids when they’re behaving, even just acknowledging it. That can go a long way.

2. what age do you think is appropriate for kids to start watching horror movies with lots of gore?: Well, I personally don’t think kids should watch that at all. I’d say wait until they’re in high school. 

3. do you know what the word “polyamorous” means? and did you ever hear that song by breaking benjamin?: Yes I know what it means, no I haven’t heard that particular song by them.

4. how many bug bites do you currently have?:  Zero.

5. what’s one word you always have trouble spelling and can’t remember the correct spelling of?: Whenever a question like this comes up, “onomatopoeia” always comes to mind. That’s a word I never use except for these questions haha, but yeah I can never seem to remember the spelling, I have to Google it each time.

6. what’s one band that really sucks live?: I’ve never seen a bad live performance, but I’ve heard things about some bands that I haven’t seen, such as Maroon 5. I’ve heard they’re pretty bad. :X

7. do you go to warped tour? why or why not?:  I’ve never been.

8. do you have any wind chimes outside your house? how many?: Yes, a couple. 

9. do you know someone who actually had someone give them a bouquet of real roses and one fake one, and tell them they’ll love them until the last one dies?:  I’ve never heard of that lol but awww how corny and sweet.

10. which do you like better, firefox or internet explorer?: Firefox out of the two, but I use Chrome.

11. who is the most attractive person on your street?: I haven’t seen all my neighbors, but I don’t find the few I have seen attractive. 

12. do you have a flat stomach? would you ever wear a belly shirt to show it off?:  I have a flat stomach, but noooo you’ll never see me in a crop top. I’m waaaaay too self-conscious for that.

13. which do you prefer on yourself, long or short hair?: Long, which is what I have, but it takes more energy and maintenance than I can give right now and I should just cut it short again. :/ I just can’t bring myself to do it for some reason, though.

14. what about on your preferred sex? long or short?:  Short.

15. with eyebrow piercings, do you prefer the ring or the curved barbell?:  I don’t care for eyebrow piercings, personally.

16. have you ever pierced something yourself? why and what was it?: Nooooo. I would never. I’m terrified of needles and don’t do well at all when getting blood work done, and that’s by professionals. I could never attempt to pierce myself with no experience at all. I’d also be scared of doing something wrong or causing an infection.

17. would you date someone who was five years older than you?:  Maybe. I think that’s the oldest I would go.

18. i heard of a girl whose boyfriend cheated on her with a 13yearold (he’s 18) and got her pregnant, so she left him. what would you have done if you were in her situation?:  Omg. I’d have left him, too, but I also would have reported him.

19. how old was the youngest person you ever found attractive? and how old were you?:  Just a year younger than me.

20. isn’t it annoying when you’re trying to start conversation with someone and all they say is “yup” or “really now” or something like that?: Ugh, yes. If they’re clearly not into it or they’e distracted then forget it, what’s the point? I can’t keep a conversation going if the other person isn’t putting anything into it nor would I want to even try.

21. if you have aim, do you have any linked screen names? how many?: AIM died.

22. which of your favorite bands released a new album last?: Hmm. I’m blanking at the moment.

23. are you waiting for any bands to release new albums? which ones?:  Not in particular, but I’m always down for new music.

24. what’s your favorite store for buying cds and such at?:  I haven’t bought a CD since like 2011. I usually just went to like Walmart or Target. I also bought a few CDs from a place that sold old records/albums/cassettes, though. That’s also the place I sold all my CDs to.

25. what’s the point in buying dvds like “girls gone wild” and other porn if you can get tons more online for free?: I don’t know, ask someone who watches porn. 26. if you had to have one drug (illegal ones, like marijuana and cocaine and all of them) right now, what would it be?: Marijuana is legal here, but that’s the only drug I would do.

27. would you ever get a sleeve or a half sleeve on your arm (we’re talking about tattoos)?:  No. I only want one little one.

28. do you have a wireless mouse and/or keyboard?: I have a laptop, so it has a built-in trackpad and keyboard. 

29. do you think your biological parents love each other?: Yes.

30. do you have callouses on your feet?:  No.

31. did you see the commercial for that “foot grater” on tv that basically shaves the callouses off of your feet? isn’t that nasty to think about?: Gahhh, yes. 🤢 It was so gross.

31. what’s your favorite color combination (ex. pink and purple)?: I love pastel colors together.

32. ever been to watchmovies.net? what do you think of the quality of the movies there?:  Yeah, back in the day. I totally forgot about that. The quality wasn’t too, too bad on the ones I saw.

33. what’s one movie you’re dying to see but haven’t had the chance to see yet?: There’s a few movies that were supposed to come out this year that I wanted to see, but that’s obviously not going to happen. 34. would you rather live alone in a huge mansion or alone in a small studio apartment?: I don’t want to live alone at all, but if I had to choose I’d definitely choose the small studio apartment. I wouldn’t want to live in some huge house by myself. That would make me a lot more anxious and uncomfortable. I don’t even want a big house like that for my family and I, it’s just so unnecessary. We’d only need a house big enough for 4 adults and a doggo to live in. 

35. if you came across child porn on your computer, what would you do?:  Omg, that would mean I was hacked somehow. I’d be disgusted and horrified and try to get rid of it as quickly as possible. Are you supposed to report that kind of thing? I would think so, so that it could be taken down and hopefully catch whoever distributed it.

36. what’s the last computer game you played?: The Sims 4. It’s been a couple years, though. I get urges to play, but I’m too lazy.

37. what’s the name of the street you live on?: I’m definitely not sharing that.

38. would you ever dye your entire head blonde?:  No.

39. what’s the randomest thing you ever heard of someone collecting?:  *shrug* I have a rock collection, so who am I to judge. lol.

40. how often do you use “<3” or “:]”?: I don’t use :], I use :) Anyway, I don’t use emojis or smiley faces super often, but sometimes when I feel they’re fitting. I know some people who get a little carried with them.

41. isn’t it annoying how people walk around thinking hollister logo tshirts and ripped jeans are preppy, even though those things would never be allowed in a prepatory school because of the dress code?: >> *stares blankly in “I don’t care”* <<< Hahaha, for real. 

42. how do you feel about abortion?:

43. what’s one thing your grandmother does that you can’t stand?:  She doesn’t do anything that I can’t stand. My grandmothers were/are (my maternal grandmother sadly passed away 15 years ago) sweet, loving, and adorable. haha.

44. did you ever notice how it’s more tragic if a younger person dies than an older person, even if they both died of the same cause?:  Loss of my grandparents was heartbreaking for me, I had a really hard time with their loss. Them being older didn’t make it any easier. I think why people find it even more devastating when a child dies is because they were so young and hadn’t even had a chance, yet, like their life had just begun. There was so much still to experience. They should have had a lot more time. Even a young adult because it’s like their life is also kind of just beginning in a way, perhaps they just started or finished college, were about to start a new job, or were about to get married and start a family. They, too, have so much still to experience and should have had more time. But still, losing someone who is older is still just as sad. I think some people just can sometimes find a little comfort in the fact that they had lived a long life and got to experience a lot. 

45. when’s the last time you snuck around, and where did you go?: I don’t have to sneak around. Never have.

46. how often do you wash your hair?: Every couple days.

47. do you think the price for a movie ticket is too high these days?: Well, these days movie theaters aren’t even open. However, I don’t think it’s the movie ticket price that’s too high, it’s getting stuff at the concession stand that racks it up. The food and drinks are ridiculously overpriced. I just have to get some popcorn, though. I miss movie theater popcorn with salt and lots of butter.  48. have you ever been to a drive-in movie theater?:  Yeah, a few times as a kid. Actually, the last time I went was to see the Willy Wonka movie with Johnny Depp when it came out. I wish they still had drive in theaters where I live. I think they should make a big comeback, I mean that’s perfect for social distancing. We can stay in our own cars, closed off from others, but still enjoy movies on the big screen.

49. what’s your favorite musical?:  Sweeney Todd (the one with Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter). 

50. what do you think of dr. seuss?: I was a fan as a kid, I loved his books. They’re classics. I actually have a Star-belly Sneetch stuffed animal, which is a character from his book, The Sneetches. 

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Iruma-kun 10 - 12 | Shinchou Yuusha 9 - 12 (FINAL) | Dr Stone 22 - 24 (FINAL) | BnHA 72 - 74 | Stars Align 9 - 12 (FINAL) | No Guns Life 10 - 12 (FINAL)

Iruma-kun 10

That mascot is still around to annoy poor Kalego, huh? (LOL) I also noticed the demonstration demons have horns like oni.

Oh no! This means Azz-Azz is a prime target for Iruma!

(I was going to write something. Then I got so engrossed in the action, I forgot to…)

LOL, Sabro’s too heavy for Team A to lift!

Oh, Iruma’s hair isn’t tied anymore…

“…pruning this cactus.” – Does Eggie-sensei like plants?

Ooh, the first double-parter ever for this show, I think it is.

Shinchou Yuusha 9

Apparently ep 10 got delayed…*sigh*

LOL, thre’s product placement for a certain ice cream brand in this episode, huh?

Can we not with the boob grope???

*Rista takes care of Mash and Elulu* - Rista’s such a mom sometimes…

Stars Align 9

This one scene with Nao looks really blue…it’s almost unsettling.

Oh dear…I understand the sentiment of an inferiority complex all too well.

Dr Stone 22

Now we’re back to good ol’ science vs. survival of the fittest philosophy clash. Now, see, that’s the Dr Stone I like best!

Torricelli’s law.

Why is mica like baumkuchen? Probably because it has a lot of layers…

Wow, for WSJ – which encouraged fangirls all over the world to make yaoi/shonen ai ships – they sure tossed out the yaoi/shonen ai option real fast…

Skarn. I’ve never heard of it until now.

Magma, staring at the product of magma…LOL.

I…don’t get it. Even after watching the bit again, I don’t understand why Magma was trying to save Senku.

So…as is said for most WSJ series, the treasure was the friends we made along the way…LOL, what a way to acknowledge a trope.

Lemme guess…surprise birthday party? (Sorry, when I was reading up on Magma earlier, I saw that Magma helps with a birthday surprise for Senku and I found out what it was.)

I wonder if Rei is still up there at this point…? (Who’s Rei? You’ll find out if you read the Byakuya reboot…)

Well, “Rock Day” only works in Japanese. The language would’ve drifted over thousands of years so it shouldn’t work in the year 5731 (or whatever year Dr Stone is set).

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One episode until the end…but I’m away over Christmas, so I’ll have quite a bit to catch up on when I’m back. Update: I never did end up going away over Christmas.

Senku is much more of a trickster hero than an action hero. That’s been pretty obvious all the way through, but here it’s at its most obvious.

Oh, so Kaseki made the village bridge? Is that a correct assumption…? Update: I think the answer was yes from the manga.

How much chemistry does Gen know, anyway? Assuming he’s a humanities person because of psychology and his tricks, it must only be basic, right?

Thse intense stares…I’ve been reading JJBA: DiU lately, so I’m expecting an 80s-style “!!” to appear over someone’s head at this point, LOL.

Ooh, hardware. In fact, it looks like the inside of a computer…or, more relevant to this case, a phone.

So it’s not “rules are rules” anymore? Now Kinro’s changed his words to reflect his faith in Senku…hmm! Interesting! (Update: A quick google says Kinro is 18. Senku is about 18 (+ 3700 years). Plus, after they start dragging Ginro away, Kinro says his trademark line.)

Wouldn’t the coal smoke alert Tsukasa of the village’s location, though…? Then again, thanks to Homura and Hyouga, Tsukasa already knows their location…oops.

Rochelle salt.  

I saw that one shot of the world from the 1st OP and I thought there was meant to be a post-credits segment…LOL, nope.

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The “acquisition message” basically said “We didn’t (just) need one cell phone, (so) it was useless!” Notably, it uses the counter for large items (like computers) for the phone.

Having finished the Byakuya reboot now, I wanna cry every time I hear about the guy…

Oh! The eyecatch is a record!

Basically, what records do is that they recreate sounds by using vibrations created by the grooves of the disc. Sound is a set of vibrations.

“Astronauts are science elites…” – Except maybe Lillian Weinberg…

I like Shamil out of the guys from the Soyuz the most. He’s a cross between Tsukasa and Senku. Stoic yet skeptical, a voice of reason for Byakuya’s sillier outbursts.

I wouldn’t be surprised if the shield was made with CGI, tbh.

Byakuya’s humour here is betraying the emotional capacity of the scene…it’s gone from “100% tear-inducing” to “confusing”.

Please sing Tsubasa wo Kudasai, Lillian…*crosses fingers*

I didn’t get what I wanted, but oh well. This song is good too. (I wouldn’t be surprised if most of the record player was CGI too. It’s good CGI for sure.)

LOL, Puyo Puyo! Even Sherlock Holmes! Dragon Ball, Nintendo Switch, VR, Saiyuki! It’s like a treasure trove of references!

Normally the s2 announcement comes after the credits, so I was thrown for a loop when it was announced before the ED…anyways, this is the end of the s1 coverage. See you for s2!

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Robin looks like Iruma…(this vaguely annoys me.)

I noticed Keroli (sp?) is in the back left, alone…that’s kinda sad.

Sabro is hella tall…even taller than Azz-kun, and that says something.

Ah…I love Eggie-sensei. He’s so funny!

Really? I thought Sullivan wrote them (the rules).

I wanna see an episode where Eggie-sensei can’t turn into his fuzzy form and has to do familiar activities with Iruma. That, or an episode where Eggie-sensei has some human parts and some familiar ones (although that would scare some little kids, I think…)

What a Machiavellian mindset Eggie-sensei has!

Iruma’s got wine, people! Underage drinking is a no-no! (partially joking)

Good on ya, Clara! Go kick those girls to the kerb!

The butterflies are so beautiful in this show!

So basically school clubs.

Hmm…it’s almost a Fordist approach. I mean, “freeing yourself up to do other things” is basically the entire ethos of that.

NGL 10

I was reading JJBA: DiU today and Colt seriously looks like a Jojo’s character…

“Your face is just like…”

N-No way! You mean, the Victor Mary’s wanted to see all along…is the other gunhead…?! Geesh, what a plot twist!

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“We all play to win.” – That’s very Maki of you, Maki.

Shinjo/Oshimi???? That must be Ryoma…! By the way, what’s up with these Itsuse twins…?

Who’s Hatanooka? Update: That’s the team with Joy in it…and those fangirls who busted Mitsue up.

F*** it…Arashi, I wanna pummel you someday.

LOL, you can sell your temmates out with chanpuru, huh, Arashi?

Did Maki suggest something subliminally…?

*Maki and Toma run around* - LOL, this play is completely unorthodox, haha. I can tell even if I’m no expert.

Shinchou Yuusha 10

We’re back after another week’s break…

Come to think of it, how do fantasy worlds have concepts of “hours”?

LOL, how convenient it was that there just happened to be a dude needing healing walking past! (partially sarcastic, partially meaning it since the circumstances foreshadowed it)

“Talent”, eh? *stares at the camera, which is showing Rista’s boobs, with disapproval*

The Demon Spirit Orb is basically a monster cell from OPM 2, isn’t it…?

If Seiya came from our world…then I’m sorry, Wolks, but whoever told you is completely and utterly wrong. *gestures at all the conflicts around the world, including political turmoil*

“Are you calling…”  

No Guns Life 11

Second-last ep!

Oh great…another yandere?(I read JJBA: DiU hardcover vol. 2 yesterday, so I’m still thinking about Yukako Yamagishi…)

There’s a convertible in the OP, though…I wonder if that will come into play later. Update: Even if it does come into play in the future, it doesn’t happen in ths cour.

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It was like Joy was showing off to the camera…LOL.

Apparently, Joy’s name is a weird reading for yorokobi (happiness).

This feels like a final episode…

Hmm. I thought Yonex sponsored this. Turns out that’s a parody logo after all (or at least, here it’s a parody).

One of the Itsuse bros looks exactly like Maki, so it’s confusing…

I’m still confused as to why Shijo Minami’s shirts say nantei on them. The minami might be nan in another way of reading it, but…the shi can only be read kokorozashi otherwise and while the jou can be read many, many ways, tei isn’t one of them.

Ume = plum blossom, so that purple-pink colour really suits them.

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Eri’s name means, literally, “to break reason”.

This scene with the stars and the dancefloor…that’s new.

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Sometims you forget this dork *points at Azz* is more powerful than Iruma and Clara…

You can see Clara and Iruma in the shot of Azz-kun.

The reason why I like calling Kalego “Eggie-sensei” is because he doesn’t like it! 

I love how the narrator is even aware it’s been mentioned several times Iruma can’t decline requests.

New Magic is basically science…?

Oh, it would be hilarious if this character Iruma just bumped into and he (Iruma) would be in a Battler together…but I’ve read spoilers, so I know what Iruma will join…

Is this some kind of allegory for technology…?! *eyes sparkle* Yes, I want in! Iruma! Join this club!

Even this demon’s clip is a book! Amazing!

Clara! She dab! In a pot!

Come to think of it, in the basic premise, Iruma-kun (the show) is Kenja no Mago, right? The Wise Man’s Grandson…sort of.

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Almost at the end…I’ll sorely miss this show.

Is Tiana some former version of Rista…?

How old is Seiya again…? Update: Apparently he’s 17…and if he’s the same age as he used to be in this flashback, then…kinda squicky, no?

Stars Align 12 (FINAL)

I heard this show dropped the ball and that Nao’s mother got a rant, but otherwise I don’t quite know what happens here…so let’s finish what we started. Update: Nao’s mother’s rant was in a previous episode.

Oh hey! It’s that running thing Nao and Taiyo were doing…I think. (I don’t think I’ve grasped everyone’s names, even over 12 eps, so I had to check Taiyo’s name up.)

Oh, these gremlins…*sighs happily but also exasperatedly* No wonder this show took out a top 10 position for my 2019 list.

I’m worried now…there’s always a last minute thing to ruin an episode on this show.

I always thought Ryoma’s hair was pretty nice…(small LOL). That’s just my bias for bishonen showing though.

I’m…scared now…Maki’s dad must’ve come back and the red in the sky really sold that moment…

Maki…no!!!!!!!! Aw, f***, that’s the final seconds…geesh, way to end the series. If this were a 2 cour, I’d definitely watch the next one, but since I heard through ANN that this is all we have so far, really, the only thing I can do for a passion project is hope another cour gets funded and (maybe) purchase what I can to help out. Well, that’s it, folks, skedaddle out of here until next time.

No Guns Life 12 (FINAL)

This pendant reminds me of the mana compass I saw in Fate/Zero yesterday.

I bet Danny planted those footprints…or something like that. Update: Yup, he did.

Come to think of it, is Juzo still missing his arm from last time…?

“You weren’t my client, little lady.” – There’s one of two possible options here, I think: 1) the hands guy was or 2) Danny was.

I wonder, will the hand Extended ever become his (Juzo’s) left hand? Or will he get an Extension for it?

Wow, second huge end-of-season cliffhanger! Juzo got a new buddy, it seems…anyway, see you in spring!

Cautious Hero 12 (FINAL)

If the Valkyryja (sp?) isn’t magic…what is it???

That one guy lying on the side of the fountain, looking all drunk…LOL.

Geez, you make me wanna cry, show!!!

Even the alarm clock is dejected…geez…

This is…the best conclusion of the fall season in that Seiya defeated the Demon King and the story wrapped up properly, but the worst in that Seiya died. No one died in Stars Align, even if they failed a tonne! So…I dunno. I guess it should be happy it ended optimistically…anyways, enough of my moping. See you next time.

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Shin Nemoto = “the truth of the origin of the sound”, if you stuck the particle no between each character.

Tintin got scary, LOL.

Lemillion, making “no capes” go out of fashion again (LOL).

Wow, talk about a clip show…! This is really one.

Check the end of the episode, don’t forget to watch the post-credits segments, people.

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what doesn’t kill you (might change your life) 4/5

Rating: T

Summary: Marinette sighs and sinks back into the couch cushions. She knows that she shouldn’t be here. She needs to talk to Master Fu, needs to get a message to Chat Noir, needs to let her parents know that she’s alive. But she doesn’t have the slightest idea how to do any of those things. She turns to face the large floor-to-ceiling windows, sinks further into the couch cushions and lets her head fall back.

Hawkmoth knows who she is.

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Golden eyes Chapter 3

I was standing in front of my 'guests' who wanted to see me. I couldn't believe who I saw. There was two people. The one on the right with a familiar smile with both hands underneath his chin had traditional red Chinese shirt with black sleeves, a Disney logo, red gloves and eye mask. The other had his arm crossed and looked at me with his poker face had similar outfit but with blue Chinese shirt, white sleeves, same logo, blue gloves and a rabbit mask.

“Thank you for bringing our request, you may resume your work.” The one in red answered and waved. The waitress bowed and left us. I entered and closed the curtain behind me. The Lounge it self was impressive. It may be not much, but the Chinese architectures really feels like you're in a foreign upper class. There was the red on walls and cushion seats, the table was wonderfully round and golden-like color. The picture frames were all Walt Disney and his family, friends, employees, cartoons and his fans.

I bowed for an introduction. I know it's one of those custom I had to be polite in these cultural parts. “Good day, I'm Felix Lockheart. I was surprised you've known I was here and recognized me. It's a honor to meet both of you, Mickey and Oswald Disney.” Did I forgot to mention they missed something for concealing their identification? Like, did they ever think about changing their 'unique' hair style?

“I told you we should have wore a lion's head instead.” The one in blue said. Revealing his face, he was Oswald.

“But it's hard to move and breathe in those things. Besides, he might be a good ally to us.” The other said with his signature smile while he took off his. It was Mickey. “Hi! Welcome to our usual spot! I'm very happy you know my big brother, Oswald. Not everyone can recognized him apart when I told them. See, Ozzy? You're being recognized!” Saying so by playfully shoving a hand on his right shoulder. He still hasn't change his expression.

“Not in a good way, pixie dust.” He responded with a flick on his little brother forehead. They smirked and chuckled. “Please sit down, we'll be having lunch and have a few words with ya, it won't be long.”

I sat down and then I heard a waiter calling behind the curtains. They immediately put on their mask and Mickey said something in Chinese. Probably saying he can enter.

We had our lunch together and Mickey spoke. “While we are all together, let's cut to the point. We wish you to work with us for the missing jewels.” I was a bit confused, then I swallow before I asked. “Pardon? Uhhh... I'm already on that case. You don't have-” “I don't think we ever told you, but we actually have more information in this case then your police forces and comrades back at your station.” Oswald pointed at me with his chopsticks.

What did he just say? “Wh- That's against the la-” “Sorry, but we don't trust corrupted coppers nor somebody who could use this information against us.” Mickey said so before popping a piece of cheese in his mouth. I defended myself. “We're not all corrupted! We-” “If we did told that, your chief commissioner Hank Blake about our evidence, he'll blab out to every cops in his department. We know a few people there are under Bendy. But after digging your back ground a bit more,we decided to work with you personally.” Oswald stated, looking at me like someone's an imbecile.

Is our trust issues really that bad? and what HIS problem this time? Luckily, Mickey breaks the tension vibes with his colorful character. “Why don't we start of what we have to say first? I think we gave you the wrong impression. Mr. Felix, we wished you be our only detective to investigate this case WITHOUT telling that chief of yours or your forces, except maybe a few friends of yours of whom you trust dearly that we know already. We also had a small chat with your chief and we made 'agreements.'” He said so with a smirk, but I can tell what he means from that last part. I can't believe it. I had so many things to question their motives, but I asked instead. “Why do you want to work with me and only me?”

Mickey replied: “Let's just say, we both have some information that the other wants and you are a unique character of justice. For a detective.”

This is too fishy for a confession. If they didn't like the police that much, why did they asked them in the first place? Should I trust them or turn them in? Oswald asked me before taking a bite on his carrot. “If you want to find the missing necklaces, you need to tell us if you found something the three people have in common. Your answer will depend if you are trustworthy of your status or you're just another fame hungry Jiētóu māo.”

Now I really hate that guy always looking down on me for almost no reason. But he's got one point right, there's not gonna be a new lead if I don't find another clue for this case or the others. So I asked. “Why should I trust you on this? It's a police's job to-.” Mickey hand signed a halt at me. “Don't cha worry, pal. We don't discus these secret information to anybody we pleased or the public. I may not look like it, but I'm a professional negotiator.”

He shows his badge for proof. No way! My eyes were widen.“Like THAT'S gonna convince him.” Oswald stated in disbelief.  

After some thoughts, I gave a deep sigh and told them. “If the chief gives you the green lights, I have no choice but to cooperate.” Oswald responded with a laugh. “HA! Mickey's convincing techniques are very predictable before you Tā mā de propose it.” As he pointed, Mickey showed his signature smile. I was not amused. “You two jokers know exactly what you wanted.”

“Let's get back on the subject.” Mickey said. “Tell us about what the three people had in common apart from the necklaces. In exchange, We'll tell you where your next possible clue might be.”

“Fine” I responded. “Apart the robbery, they were all wealthy individuals, have eccentric taste of completely turning themselves in their favorite colors and they had dogs.” I then took my last bite out of my meal. Oswald spat. “That's too easy,  Hēi māo, anybody with half a brain could have figure it out.”

“Did I mention that YOUR company was also sponsoring both the jewelry show and the dog contest too? They all competing for the grand prize and also displaying their highly valued, priceless jewels. I know at least that much in common.”

“My my, is this the reason that you lack of trust in us, is that we are the main suspects?” Mickey stared me with his hands hiding his mouth. Without warning, Oswald grabbed my neck single handed with a glare. I tried to let him go cause I had trouble breathing, but I can't shake free. Darn! He's fast AND strong! ... and he not bad looking too.

WAIT! Seriously, what's your damage, rabbit? “Ozzy! Please, He didn't say it WAS us. I was the one who just speculated it might be. I just wanted to know to the bottom of this mystery to clear our names just as much.” Mickey explained.Oswald lets me breathe, but he still had a good grip on me. I calmly spoke. “He's right. I didn't say it WAS, I just say it might BE a possibility. Speaking of the Dog Show, One of the victim's dog, Countess Violette's beagle, Lilly, was dog-napped. What if I told you there's a chance that it might be another one targeting either Mr. Vermelho's or Mr. Blancheur?” They raised an eyebrow. I smirked as what I'm about to tell them next. “Oh! I also wanted to mention a nice detail I found that might peek your interest. Mickey, wasn't your girlfriend also participating with her loyal shih tzu friend? They might be a target too.” He nearly choked his piece of cheese covered vegetable when I said what I found out. “Wh-wh-what? How did you figure that one?” “He's bluffing!” Oswald snared.

“No, I'm not.” I smirked. “When I looked through the list of participants, there was one name that stood out from the others. A certain Mǐnī lǎoshǔ, it was an odd name comparing to the others. I had my one of my friend who's an expert on looking background records and I.D.'s and the other one checking his sources where that person lived before we all left from the football stadium yesterday. Mickey, that name was Chinese for Minnie Mouse, your girlfriend. I believed the reason you choose that specific name for her is that people will think if she'd put her real name, even if she's well concealed her image, the public will suspect it's a rigged contest because of your relationship. That can really damage more than your image.” I knew I hit the head of the nail.

“Bì shàng nǐ de zuǐ !” Oswald threatened, now he quickly got me in a lock hold. He about to took something out when his brother reached out his arm and said. “Wait! Don't! Let's all settle down for a moment.” We all took a minute to calm down.

Mickey resumed. “Before you continue, I just wanted to say it's not what you think it is. She wanted to participate just for fun, not the prize. That's all.” He then smiled. “But I must say, you impressed me when you find out her identity. As for my end of the deal, the first clue is at the Michigan Avenue, there's a glass shop named 'The Fallen Glass'. We believed there's something might worth your time. The second one, for your exchange of secrecy to my Minnie, Oswald.” He winked and his brother nodded. He lets me go and took something out if his vest. It's four lucky tickets to a restaurant named The House of Mouse. Why the heck did they what me to do with this? “I believed that Bendy and his companions will be there discussing about their business trades for your other issue about what you find in that stadium as well. I'm sure you know what we mean.”

I was dumbfounded. How did they find out so much out of us, is it just for the necklaces? Or is there something else for them? Plus, there's something fishy about this. “I understand what you wanted me to do, but tell me. Why do you think I should see this place? Further more, why is there four tickets? I could understand one, but four? Are you suggesting-” “Please bring your cat family and girlfriend. It would make a lovely quality family time.” Mickey joyfully answered.

Is he insane?! I may be determined to stop Bendy's wrath, but I'm not so desperate to risk Kitty and my nephews to be so close in Bendy's hands!  Oswald once again grabbed my jaw to look at him sideways. “Before you say something stupid, let me explain a little bit about us we don't share to the public.” Oswald spoke and held me once again, this time more in a friendly. “Apart from my appearance earlier, I'm actually the one who run this part of the City. I own this district, shops, the people who lives here, including the trained ones whom are trustworthy, and who's left to live. Mickey on the other hand, he's not really in charge but he's my number two if I needed someone to watch behind my back. I can assure you, if you allied with us just for a while, at least for solving the cases, we will do our best to protect what's dear to you OR-” He pulled out a photo of my family from his sleeves, showing it right at my face. “Would you radder die alone, Hēi māo? You do want to know what happens when the girl and the kids left behind? You saw what the other mafias did to their victims' relations, right?”

I was getting furious. How DARE he threaten to used my girl and family for getting me! He's not different from Bendy!

“Don't. You. Dare.-” Before I finished my sentence, Mickey took the picture away from him and he scold. “OSWALD! That's enough! This not how we agreed to operate our negotiations! We don't need more bloodshed on our hands.” He turned his head to me and said. “Please excuse him, He had a rough week before this. He's much more behaved than that, believed me.”

Oswald then admits defeat and apologized. “He's right, Wǒ de cuò. But tell you what, how about a deal? If you find a new lead in the glass shop, you'll come and see us tomorrow with your little cat family. If not, we shall never speak a word about this. Hétóng?” He offered me with his other hand, showing a devious smile. Considering of what's all happened in one meal, it's either that or hope to God nothing happens to them. I decided to play safe for now. “Fine, we'll be allies. But don't think I'll let both of you off the hook just cause your status is Disney infinity level.”

“Fine by me. My informants is much reliable that yours.” Oswald says while he glared at me. We then shook hands.

“Great. I promised you, Felix. You will not be disappointed with our cooperation. Don't worry about the bill, we'll cover it. Oh! Almost forgot!” He took out his wristwatch. “You have fifteen minutes to get to the bus stop right outside across the street. It will get you to your assigned destination. Don't be late and farewell for now.” His brother unhanded me and they put on their masks. I put on my cap and glasses before I  said my farewells and exited the booth. I decided to pack my lunch next time I go here.

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It was a quarter before three when I arrived at the Michigan Avenue. I was standing in front of the glass shop with the name 'The Fallen Glass.' The title itself was a bit odd, but what I do know is weather or not should I look into it.

'Should I really trust them this is the right track? Or is it a false lead?' My mind was in a mess.

On one hand, Both Mickey and Oswald were allies with us for the missing necklaces. Mickey was surprisingly a Negotiator but Oswald... I think I've seen him before...

On the other hand, it is plausible that they are throwing me off the tracks.

Just then, a familiar voice chimed in. “FELIX!!!” I turned to the direction where it came from. It was Kitiana.

“I though you were having a day off! What are you doing in front of the glass shop?” She looked at me like she wanted the truth or else. I have to be careful of what I say because she can tell if I'm lying. So I said. “I-I had a friend of a friend of mine who told me about this place and I decided to look around. Out of curiosity.” I hope she doesn't notice that I'm sweating a bit. She looked at me intensely for a few seconds until she sighed. Her expression turned gentle but concerned. “Look. I know I said it many times, but let me say it again. Please don't go out alone when you're off. You make me and your friends worried more than we should.” I know what she means but...

“ANY ways!” She regained her true self. “Since were both here, Why don't we look into the shop together? I heard from my friends there's a new collection of glass-made necklaces they saw!”

“Wait, 'glass-made' necklaces?” I asked. Kitty Explained: “It's one of the latest talk. There's this shop in front of us that makes beautiful glass-made decorations and accessories for a very good price! Some are like almost the real thing! One of my friends showed me a little owl necklace at it was so beautiful!”

Huh. What a interesting fact. I questioned her. “Are they all made from this shop or were they delivered? I'm curious.” “I don't know yet, but we'll find out! Come on!” She grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the shop.

Once we were in, the scene and presentation was quite breathtaking. It was like I stepped into a royal white and golden-like castle. The place was spotless, bright and it was very high class like! The goods they display were very well crafted. Vases,  statues, stained windows,: (It's a bunch of colourful glass shards you can hang in your window like the ones in churches.) and on the displays counters, there were various of earrings, rings, and low and behold, necklaces. What caught my eyes were some are extremely similar to the ones who were stolen. Is this what they mean when I was back at the cafe? But upon close inspection, they weren't exactly the same. Some where altered a bit like for instance, the Snowflake Diamonds had larger and more details and the Lavender Pearls did NOT have hot pink flowers with them. Are they sending me on a goose chase or something? Kitty came up and stand next to me, pointing at the necklaces. “Wow! Look at these! They look so much like the real thing.” 

“Madame! Please keep your hands off the guard cases.” The shopkeeper suddenly appeared. He had a square like head shaped with his hair sleeked backwards, big green eyes, had a thin french mustache, his vest and pants was completely purple, his white tie was with purple pokadots and brown shoes. He looks more like a guy who works at a casino rather than a glass shop. He used a handkerchief to wipe off something that wasn't there with a smug look that we look like paupers. “This here is 'The Fallen Glass', a TOP quality hand-crafted Glass Shop, not a pawn shop.” My face was like... 'So he's THAT kind of d!ckbiscuit.' I mentally thought. But I have to let it slide for today. I have questions that need answers, pronto. “Excuse me, were here for an investigation regarding the past robberies of jewels and we would like some answers.”

He raised an eyebrow and said. “This is a clean 'legitimate' business. We have the licence and we do not have any connection to such vulgar activities. You should be investigating instead at that Chinatown district. It's filled nothing BUT filthy eastern immigrants who are thieves and criminals. Thought the only good quality is they're some are good enough to be efficient janitors or maids.” One of my eye started to twitch on my poker face cause I'm doing my best not to claw his tongue out.

What.. Did.. He.. Just.. Say?!?  No wonder why I didn't understand Oswald's bitterness towards us, there are people like this jackhole! Now I'm salty as crap tanks to this guy's prejudice perspective!

“But they're not all like that! There a plenty of good immigrant people who have a good character just as much as we are!” Kitty spoke up. “Even if some are as mean as you say, we can't just-.”

“I have the rights to say what I pleased.” He cuts her off. Now I'm pretty much fuming. 'I have to calm down. I”ll just ask a few more questions and leave.'

I cleared my throat and asked. “Um.. Back to the necklaces subject, may I asked who's the supplier for these goods? And were they being delivered from a different factory or is there a separate room you all make them here? And also, who owns this shop apart the company itself?”

He looks at me for a few seconds and answered. “If it makes you feel better, this establishment is owned by my master and the head of the King Dice casino. We don't have a separate room for manufacturing these products. Instead we have it delivered here from somewhere else. We don't want more disgusting soot marks over here. If you wish for the name of the place, it's best you need to discuss to my master. He doesn't like people who stick their noses into somethings they shouldn't know. Curiosity KILLS the cat, as they say.” Saying so while looking at me with a grind.

Does he know I'm a cop, detective that is, underneath my casual clothing? Either way, He's not telling me all what I need to know. “If you have nothing else to do or have cash, please use the same door you came from. I have another 'paying' customer to assist. I do not like wasting my time on the working class.” He 'politely' asked. Kitty scoffed in annoyance and responded. “Fine. We didn't find anything interesting here. Let's go, Felix. I want ice cream.” She pulled my arm and dragged me out of the store.

We were walking out on the side walk and Kitty was venting her frustration. “NYAAAAARGH! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT GUY! Just who does he think he is?! It's bad enough we have to deal with thugs, but why can't we do the same with people with narrow views like him? Can't we just throw him in prison with the rest of the turds?” I don't blame her for what happened, but we cannot do much with 'those' people in the court room. “Even if we wanted to, there's no laws against one's opinions. He still had the freedom of speech too. Ironically, it's the same as equal rights to anyone.”

“But still! He doesn't- hm?” She glanced through a high class french coffee shop we were just passing by. She gasped. “FELIX! Quick! In here.!” “Wait-WHA!” Once again, I was pulled off and dragged inside. She dragged me to the area where there's a piano stage and boy oh boy, I saw two very familiar faces when I was up close to them. One of them said.

“Why, Kitty and Felix! It's so nice to see you two again!”

TO BE CONTINUED... Chapter 4

Read the previous chapter here

Read from the beginning here: Chapter 1

I’m sorry if this week’s chapter is short, but I promised the next ones will be longer.

AND YES! I added Mickey and Oswald! I saw Marini4′s early sketch back in July on this sketch here!

And I HAD this inspiration between Felix’s character and his eyes plus these two.

Now I admit I don’t have MUCH information on what role they’ll play in the CANON comic, but with a little research history and Bendy’s reaction to this ask.

My bet on the future comic updates is that Bendy is not ‘exactly’ in good relation with the Disney Brothers. (At least in this daytime job.) But he MIGHT have some history with them in his teens....

BUT these are just my random theories and my biggest hope for the Team Watlz. (Like the team Demon and team Aristocats.) are the GOOD guys! or at least a robin hood like good guys.

BBTIM characters belong to Marini4.

Game related characters belong to their respected owner. and same goes for the Disney characters. 

[andystanberg]

Gonna Take Ya (Away From Harm)

Word Count: 2340

Genre: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

Warnings: crying, parents yelling at their kids, emotionally abusive parents (not sure about this one, but just in case)

Summary:

Dan has a shitty night and Phil makes it better. Set in 2009, sometime before October.

A/N I’ll be getting busier throughout the next few weeks, but I’ll try to keep fics consistent.

Dan tries to pretend like it doesn’t bother him when his parents start making ever so subtly snide comments about his relatives. He doesn’t quite understand why they would – the relatives in question all seem nice enough, but apparently not.

Even so, what his parents are saying shouldn’t affect him like that. Yet it does. Dan knows that it has nothing to do with him but at the same time… He’s all too familiar with the insult-that-could-pass-as-a-joke routine. His family – both immediate and distant – enjoyed talking about him as if he wasn’t there. Dan gets it; he’s lazy, has gotten fired for his own stupidity at all jobs he has ever worked at and to top it all off, he has recently dumped his girlfriend of three years. His parents are under the impression that she dumped him. (He doesn’t say anything, just sits there as they joke about it.)

Most of the time he fades into the background during family events. He understands that he’s a pretty easy target. That doesn’t make it hurt any less though.

Instead of saying anything in defence, like he knows he should, Dan casts his eyes downward and grips his fork tighter. The conversation quickly moves on and he almost forgets it. He almost lets himself believe that nothing else will go wrong tonight.

-

Dan races to his room, fighting the urge to slam his door shut, because he knows it’ll only make things worse. He’s about to cry, he can feel it, but he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t like the fact that he’s going to cry over the stupid shit his family says. He doesn’t like that he’s proving his parents’ “too sensitive” argument they bring up every time he has the audacity to not like being yelled at.

Most of all, he doesn’t like crying. His mum might see, and he knows she’ll come in if she does and tell him to toughen up – obviously more sugar coated – in a soothing voice and he’ll accept. That’s just what he does. So instead of going out and pretending that he’s fine, Dan wraps his blankets around him tighter, furiously wipes his tears that have just started and closes his eyes. He hears his parents having fun and joking around outside, unaware that he’s currently bawling over how much of a disappointment he is to them. He chucks a pillow over his head for good measure.

-

The next thing he knows is that he’s waking up at 1am in uncomfortable jeans and a sweaty shirt.

He immediately shuffles out of them, chucks the offending articles of clothing somewhere in his room and tries to sleep. Surprise, he doesn’t.

After a few more minutes of tossing and turning, Dan gives in and pulls out his laptop from where it is under his bed and turns it on. It’s there in case he steps on it, which he has never done. (It’s actually there because his dad got mad at him for leaving it lying around and yelled at him until he moved it.)

He chews his lip while it takes forever to boot up. Every part of his body is screaming to call Phil, to hear his voice. Dan can’t do that, though. He has a feeling that as soon as Phil asks what’s wrong – and he will – Dan will break down. He can’t have that. Not now, not over his family, not in front of Phil.

The Windows loading thing that Dan never learnt the name over is replaced by his desktop background, which is most certainly not a screenshot of Phil that he captured during one of their Skype sessions. He frowns and weighs the pros and cons of calling as his mouse hovers over the Skype logo. All it takes is the memory of the disaster dinner filling the silent house for him to open it up.

Unsurprisingly, Phil’s offline. It is 1am after all, what did Dan even expect? He doesn’t know why, but this crushes him. It makes everything seem a billion times worse. He just wants to see Phil’s smile, to hear his voice. He just wants Phil to tell him everything will be okay.

Dan’s trying not to sob again. He’s tired and emotional and has no impulse control, so he sends Phil a text via his phone. He chucks the phone away a few seconds later, knowing that there’s no point staring at it and waiting for an answer. He jumps and barely stops a scream when a loud ding rings throughout the room.

(He swears that he didn’t scramble across his room to get his phone and fall off his bed in an ungraceful pile of blankets.)

DAN – 1:12am hey, you up?

PHIL – 1:15am Took a while, but I am now! Are you alright? <3

Dan almost started crying again. Phil picked up on his mood straight away. Okay, maybe texting someone at 1am was a dead giveaway that everything was most certainly not fine, but Dan couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming rush of gratitude to his best friend.

DAN – 1:15am yeah

DAN – 1:15am it’s just, sometimes i can actually convince myself that people care

PHIL – 1:15am I care :(

DAN – 1:16am

i know, i know. i know that people care, but then a night like this happens and i can’t even imagine that anybody would care if i died.

PHIL – 1:18am Dan, answer my calls. Or at least skype me <3

DAN – 1:18am can’t, sorry…

PHIL – 1:19am Why not? What happened? Are you sure you’re okay????

DAN – 1:21am …i swear i’m physically okay

PHIL – 1:21am ?

DAN – 1:21am i’m a sobbing mess right now

PHIL – 1:21am Why? :(

DAN – 1:23am idk, i’m just so upset phil. it’s like nothing i ever do is good enough for them and idk… said that twice oops

DAN – 1:24am also the other reason we can’t skype is because everyone’s asleep and i don’t want to wake them up. my dad would probably barge in and start yelling at me again >_<

PHIL – 1:24am He yelled at you?!

DAN – 1:26am don’t worry i was just being stupid and spilt water everywhere while i was trying to clear the table. i fuckup everything haha

PHIL – 1:26am You’re not stupid! None of that’s your fault and don’t you dare say you’re a fuckup ever again.

DAN – 1:30am i know, i think. get this though – i completely forgot about the mess and putting away the leftovers (literally mostly what my job is lol) and went to my room to cry so he told my brother to tell me to “clean up the mess i made”

DAN – 1:31am like i’m so dumb dad actually had to tell my bro to tell me so i got the message O.o

PHIL – 1:32am Dan…

PHIL – 1:32am Can I please call you? <3

DAN – 1:33am …fine. on skype? no video tho soz <3

Dan switches off his phone with a sigh and looks back at his laptop. It’s an old one and after twenty minutes of being on, it’s whirring dangerously. Dan is pretty sure it’s not supposed to be doing that, but he wants nothing more in the world to see Phil right now, so he dismisses it. This time, when he checks Skype, there’s a green tick next to Phil’s contact. And a new message.

PHIL – 1:40am Am I still able to call?

Dan smiles. He loves the way Phil always makes sure he’s okay with stuff. His sleep-addled brain can’t really form words to express how it feels other than warm, but that’s okay, because he doesn’t need that right now. He needs Phil.

DAN – 1:40am please.

PHIL IS CALLING.

Dan takes a deep breath and rubs his eyes a final time. They’re still wet and he knows they’re red but he doesn’t care that much anymore. He accepts, making sure to turn off the camera.

“Hey, Dan!” Phil’s sleepy but somehow cheery voice chirps as the pixels that are supposed to resemble Phil take up Dan’s screen. Phil doesn’t have his light on, but his face is dimly lit from his own laptop. Dan wishes he could see more than black and grey chunks.

“H-hey,” he croaks out, then clears his throat. He’s so quiet that Dan’s not sure if Phil even heard him. He did.

The pixels move around a bit and suddenly everything is much brighter, making Dan squint. When he fully opens his eyes, he sees Phil frowning worriedly. He also sees the colourful bed sheets Dan has grown accustom to seeing, Phil’s toy lion and the edge of his wardrobe. The familiar scenery relaxes Dan and makes him feel at home.

“You okay?” Phil asks.

Dan knows that there’s no point in lying, because Phil knows him. He nods anyway. Then he realises that he doesn’t have video on and that he’s gotten used to video Skype calls with Phil. Dan sighs, contemplating whether or not to turn video on when he remembers that Phil asked him something.

“What?” Dan says dumbly, before recalling the question. “Oh- yeah, I’m fine.” He says it in such a resigned voice that there’s no way Phil will believe him now.

There’s an uncomfortable silence. Dan watches as Phil moves around on his bed a bit, then open his mouth only to shut it again. Phil does this quite a few times before he finally says anything.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Phil’s voice is gentle. Dan is half-tempted to. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but at the very least, could you turn on your video? Just so I know you’re okay.”

Dan knows that if he does turn on his camera, there’s no way he can tell Phil what happened without breaking down embarrassingly, and as he stated before, he most certainly did not want Phil to witness that.

He agrees and clicks on the camera button, not before messing around with his hair until he decides that nothing can be done about the curly mess on his head at the moment.

It takes a few seconds for his laptop and Skype to process the request. In those few seconds, Dan realises just how shitty he probably looks. He had fallen asleep crying and woken up forty minutes ago, his hair is a mess, his eyes are red and his cheeks are blotchy. He realises with horror that he’s also just in his boxers.

It’s too late for him to back out now because the box with the three, maybe four, pixels that are supposed to represent him is in the corner of the screen, meaning Phil can (kind of) see him.

“Hey,” Dan says lamely, then cringes because he’s already said that.

Phil shuffles closer to the screen. “Hello,” he grins, easing Dan’s nerves slightly. “I can’t really see you that much, can you turn on your light?”

Dan almost slaps himself in the forehead right then and there. Obviously Phil can’t see him. “Right, sorry, I’m such an idiot.” He forces a laugh as he reaches over and flicks the light switch. The bright light floods the room immediately, making Dan blink.

Once he can actually focus on things without seeing spots dance across his vision, he turns back to Phil. Dan notices that he’s being uncharacteristically quiet, like he’s thinking about something. Dan doesn’t push it.

“Sorry about my lack of clothes. I fell asleep in the ones I wore today and felt gross when I woke up. I honestly forgot about it until now,” he rambles.

Phil laughs. “Right,” he grins, winking. Dan blushes.

“So, how was your day?” He cringes at how awkward and forced the question sounds.

“Pretty good. My brother visited and my parents took me and him out to some fancy restaurant. Although, it did end up in us getting kicked out.” Phil laughs again, making Dan crack a smile.

“How’d you manage that?” He asks, incredulous.

“Well, it started with us seeing a goose dish on the menu...” Phil continues his storytelling and soon, Dan forgets why they started the call in the first place.

-

It’s only when Dan starts to yawn do they realise how late/early it is. They had been talking for over three hours. It may not seem like a lot, but considering they had both woken up at one and it being roughly five now, they’re entitled to feel tired.

Phil offers to leave, but something in Dan’s expression convinces him to stay just a little longer.

“You know,” Phil says, out of the blue. Dan’s droopy eyes open slightly, so Phil knows he’s listening. “I’ve been thinking. We’ve known each other for a few months now and you’re like my best friend, so I was wondering if you’d like to come over sometime? I could buy the tickets if you didn’t have the money. You would also be able to escape your parents…” He trails off nervously.

“Mmm,” Dan mumbles, not really conscious enough to comprehend anything. His brain takes a while to process what he just heard, but as soon as it does, he’s suddenly wide awake. “Wait, are you serious?”

Phil nods while his hands fiddle with each other in his lap.

“Yes! That would be the best thing ever, I’d love to come to Manchester!” Dan’s smiling so wide it hurts, but he can’t bring himself to stop.

Phil lets out a relieved sigh. “Thank god. I thought you were going to say no.”

“I’d never,” Dan swears. He’s never been more honest about something in his life.

Phil smiles. “How about we talk about this in the morning? Well, later in the morning. You should get some sleep.”

“So should you.”

“Oh, hush.”

Dan’s the first to fall asleep. Phil admires how peaceful he looks for a few minutes before deciding that he should also go to bed. With a sigh, he ends the call and turns off his laptop, making a mental note to look into tickets to Manchester tomorrow.

A/N Got really emotional last week and started writing this. On a lighter note, I got out of first period halfway in and went to the doctor (dehydration, it was fine) yesterday so that was cool. (Pun not intended.)

[queen-scribbles]

For our kids Sentence & Dialogue Drabble Prompts: Dialogue 8. “Come here.”“Why?”“Just come here.”“No. You’re gonna hit me.” Have fun. :3

Decided to use the modern AU for this one and it sorta turned into our kids +Aed. Whoops. But it was exceedingly fun. :3

Usually her aim was better. She was actually a pretty good shot most of the time. However, laughing so hard she almost fell off the couch meant the throw pillow Trinne lobbed at Aed hit Harvey instead. It was a nice hit, the kind she would’ve been extremely proud of, if it had hit the intended target. As it was, Aed did fall off the couch laughing as Harvey yelped in surprise, his drink sloshing before he had a chance to set it down.

“OhmygodI’msorry!” It came out in a muffled rush, filtering through her fingers. She moved her hand to rake through her hair as she pointed at her cousin with the other. “I was tryin’ to hit him, I swear!”

“Likely story,” Aed cackled, still rolling on the floor laughing, despite the fact his tumble from the couch had barely missed the coffee table.

“Not helping, you jerk.” Trinne kicked at one of his feet, barely making contact.  “Seriously, Harv, I’m so sorry.”

“Trinne, it’s just water, it’s fine,” he said reassuringly, setting down the glass so he could shake off his arm.

“Still, I’ll go get a towel,” she said, boosting herself over the back of the couch and heading for the kitchen.

“Trinne, it’s fine,” Harvey repeated, smiling slightly. “Come here.”

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. She didn’t trust that smile. “Why?”

He chuckled. “Just come here.”

Trinne’s gaze darted from his entirely innocent expression to the throw pillow laying way too close to him. “No. You’re gonna hit me.”

“And what, in all the time you’ve known me, makes you think I’d do something like that?” Harvey saw where her gaze had gone and kicked the pillow out of reach.

“Nothing about you,” Trinne conceded, moving in his direction. “Everything about growing up with three siblings, two of ‘em with a fondness for pranks and mischief that rivaled my own.”

“I find that hard to believe. You love mischief an awful lot,” Harvey said, perching on the arm of the chair.

“S’true, I do,” Trinne laughed, which quickly turned into a yelp as he pushed himself to his feet and pulled her into a hug in one fluid motion–a hug tight enough she could feel the water soaking his shirt also soak hers. “No, Harvey-!” she protested, trying to squirm free. But he had a better grip than she expected and was stronger than he looked(how did she keep forgetting that?), and she didn’t make any progress until he let go. “You… rat!”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Harvey said, kissing the top of her head.

“Oh, right, I forgot who I was talking to,” Trinne deadpanned, tugging grumpily at her wet t-shirt. “You do realize this means I’m gonna borrow one of yours, right?” She was halfway to Harvey’s bedroom even as she asked.

“Not like you’ve never done that before,” Aed chipped in from his spot on the floor, grinning innocently when she glared daggers at him.

Trinne didn’t give him the reward of an actual reply, just a dirty look as she vanished into Harvey’s room. She reappeared a minute later wearing a t-shirt with a faded blue and green high school logo across the chest.

“How’d I know you were going to pick that one?” Harvey said with a grin.

“Maybe ‘cause I never shut up about how comfortable it is?” Trinne snarked, holding up a dark green shirt. “Here, I grabbed you one, too, while I was in there.”

He caught it when she tossed it in his direction. “Thanks.”

“Oh, sure, now your aim’s good,” Aed teased, still sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch.

Trinne shot him a dirty look, marched over and scooped up the throw pillow that started this mess, and winged it at him again. This time she beaned him right in the face. “Yeah, I’d say it is.”

“Nice shot,” Harvey laughed, pulling on the dry shirt.

“Thanks, hon,” Trinne said brightly, kissing him on the cheek.

“I hate you both,” Aed muttered, but he was smiling as he hugged the pillow to his chest. “And now I keep this so you can’t get yourself in more trouble, Trinne Amell.”

“I am awfully fond of trouble,” Trinne acknowledged cheerfully, looping an arm around Harvey’s waist. “But right now I’m more in the mood for dinner, so I think you’re safe.”

[smallestavocado]

Sunshine and Death

This is the first fan fiction I've written, its just a soft telling of how Nico and Will got together. I hope you enjoy it. 

Nico

“Hey, death boy, wake up sleepyhead” 

Nico Di Angelo groaned and buried his face in his pillow. Ever since he had agreed to help Will Solace in the infirmary, he had been woken up every day at the crack of dawn to assist Will in treating the many injuries that were sustained each day at Camp Half-Blood 

He rolled out of bed after a minute or so, he had learned the hard way that Will wasn’t just going to let him lie in bed. He’d made that mistake a couple of times and had water poured over his head. He got dressed out of his skull decorated pyjamas (He knew they were ridiculous but Hazel had bought them and they were comfortable) Pulling on a black MCR t-shirt and some black ripped jeans, he examined himself in the mirror.

It was true that he looked a lot better now that he had stopped shadow travelling for a week. He didn’t look as pale or malnourished, and the bags under his eyes had shrunk. He tried to flatten his hair, it was forever looking like he had spent the day in bed. 

“Trying to impress someone?” came a voice from behind him. 

He jumped and then cursed as he turned around and saw Will standing in the doorway, a smile on his face. Will was wearing his usual orange t-shirt and grey shorts, a satchel slung over his shoulder, his sky blue eyes sparkling in the early morning sunlight. 

Nico composed himself, scowling at Will “it's rude to sneak up on people” He muttered. 

“Yea well Paolo managed to get his hand chopped off while being a test subject for one of the Hephaestus cabins dumb experiments, so I need you to help me check on him.”

Nico rolled his eyes. Paolo Montes was a Brazilian son of Hebe who claimed to only speak Brazilian Portuguese, however, he could fluently understand English. He had a tendency to get injuries and spent quite a lot of time in the infirmary. 

“Ok, but don't sneak up on me again,” Nico said, pulling on his shoes and following Will out of the cabin to the infirmary. 

Two hours later, having treated Paolo, let Katie Gardner have a lie down (she had overexerted herself growing strawberry plants) and given Rachel, Elizabeth Dare a plaster (she got angry while painting and punched the wall of her cave) Nico sat down and took a breather. 

He called for Will and told him that he was going to summon Jules-Albert to drive him to McDonald’s. Usually, Will wanted to stay and make sure no one else needed any help, so Nico was surprised when he asked if he could accompany Nico. Nico said sure, and Will hopped into the back of the car, explaining that one of his siblings had agreed to stay at the infirmary. 

Will

The car pulled up at Mcdonalds and Will sighed a breath of relief. Jules-Albert could be quite a competitive driver, but he tended to go a little fast for Wills liking. He could wait in traffic for half an hour without getting mad, but as soon as he was able to move, he would take off as though Zeus himself was chasing him. Nico thanked the French zombie and got out of the car, Will followed suit, and they headed inside. 

Nico asked Will what he wanted and he told him his order, before leaning against the wall and studying Nico. His skin had gotten a lot less pale recently, and he looked a lot healthier, but he still had that haunted look in his eyes, as though he had seen hell (which he had) 

Nico finished ordering and they went to find a table. Once they sat down, Will asked Nico how he had been feeling. Nico pushed a strand of hair away from his eyes and answered. 

“I feel a lot better, and Jules-Albert says that next year he can teach me how to drive, so I might not need to shadow travel every time I want to go to McDonald’s”

“Well that sounds pretty good,” said Will, smiling. “And, hey, if you ever wanna hang out again sometime, I’m available. I know you agreed to stay at the camp but you still aren’t really interacting with anyone and you need to make some friends” 

Nico hesitated for a moment, looking… apprehensive? Why did he seem scared? But a few moments later he nodded. 

Will smiled. “It's a date” 

He watched as Nico’s cheeks coloured slightly, as he stood up and chucked his happy meal into the bin. His black hair, that always looked as though he’d just gotten out of bed falling into his face as he lowered his head and walked briskly back out of the McDonald’s towards the car. 

Will smiled to himself as they got in the car. Little did Nico know that he had been working up the courage to ask him to hang out for weeks now. Nico acted tough and emo, but Will knew he was really rather soft, deep down. Once he had walked in on Nico cuddling up with Mrs O’leary. Nico had denied it and had said that he was checking her breathing because he thought he had heard her cough.

Nico

Nico sat in the passenger seat of the car, a thousand thoughts running through his head. “It's a date,” Will had said. A date. He knew it was just a figure of speech but he couldn't help wondering. He knew that Will’s father, Apollo, was bi, maybe that was, like, a gene passed onto his children? He shook his head to stop thinking about it. Agonizing over this was gonna drive him crazy. He glanced back at Will, who was looking anxiously out the window as Jules-Albert rounded a corner at very fast speeds, His shaggy blonde hair falling into his face. He watched as Will shoved his hair out of his eyes, falling back against his seat as Jules-Albert sped up even more. 

When they arrived back at Camp Half-blood, they went their separate ways. Nico headed to the arena to do some archery training. Half an hour he had planted all the arrows in the targets and he was tired and sweaty. He trudged back to his cabin to have a shower and go to bed. 

Will

Will wiped his brow, taking a drink of water. Those idiot Ares kids had hit his sister Kayla with their dumb chariot and he had spent the afternoon telling them off and running around getting medical supplies. He had fixed her up the best he could, but she was gonna be bedridden for at least five days. He closed up the infirmary and headed to his cabin for a nap before dinner. 

On the way back, he encountered Nico, drenched in sweat and rubbing his arms. 

“Nico! Where were you?” He asked. 

“I was just doing some archery practice,” Nico replied. He sounded absolutely exhausted. “I was gonna take a shower then go to bed” 

Will frowned “and skip dinner?” 

Nico nodded, looking guilty. “I’ll be fine” 

“Oh no, you don't, death boy. Tell, you what, I’ll bring you some dinner, ok?”

Nico nodded in defeat and headed to his cabin. 

Will walked along the grass towards the Hades cabin, Holding a plate piled with crispy baked potatoes and some bacon and eggs. He knocked on the cabin door and Nico called, “come in” 

He entered the cabin, seeing Nico covered in his sheets, his hair all rumpled up and a drowsy smile on his face as he saw the plate Will was holding. He sat up against his pillow and took the plate. 

“So, I figured out what we can do together” 

Nico nodded

“So I was thinking that we could go to a movie and then maybe a cafe or restaurant” 

“Ok sure. Which movie should we go to” 

Will suggested one of the new Marvel movies and Nico agreed, proceeding to order him out of the room so he could sleep. 

Nico

Nico woke up a few days later, feeling a flash of happiness as he remembered that he was going to a movie and meal with Will today. He got up and got dressed then headed outside. 

Will was walking towards him and looked surprised when he saw him. 

“Hey, Nico! I was just about to come and wake you up. Something motivating you today?”

Nico blushed and looked down. 

“I’m excited to see the new Marvel movie,” he muttered.

Will Smiled, “yeah I’m looking forward to that as well,” he said, as they walked to the mess hall. 

When it was time to go, they met up and Jules-Albert took them to the theatre. They got to the counter when Will swore loudly. Nico was taken aback at how aggressively Will swore.

What’s wrong? He asked. “I only have drachma, I forgot to get normal American money.”

Nico laughed, pulling out his wallet, which was black and had the My Chemical Romance logo on it. He pulled out some money and handed it to Will. Will smiled, turning around and addressing the teenage boy at the counter, who looked as though he wanted nothing more than to get high right now.

 “One couples combo please,” He said, and Nico hit him. “What?” Said Will “it's cheaper” 

Nico blushed. “Whatever” he muttered, looking at his feet until Will asked what drink he wanted.

Will

Will was psyching himself up, looking at Nico out of the corner of his eye, watching the way the corner of his mouth twitched whenever something funny happened. He kept having to brush his shaggy hair out of his face. 

“Hey Will” Nico whispered, shaking Will out of his thoughts. “Yeah?” he answered, looking at Nico. “there’s a cool place I go to sometimes when I want to get away from camp, can I show you it after this?” 

“Of course,” replied Will, turning back to the movie. For a while he just enjoyed sitting there, feeling Nico’s presence beside him as he popped handfuls of popcorn into his mouth. 

When the movie ended, he didn't wanna move, and he sat there staring at the screen until Nico waved a hand in front of his eyes. “Wake up,” He said, laughing, and Will smiled weakly, wondering if trying to ask out Nico was really a good idea. What if it ruined their new friendship? 

Before he could question himself into making up an excuse and running away, Nico grabbed his arm. “Cmon I wanna show you my favourite place” 

They went along the streets, Will watching Nico’s face as the streetlights occasionally lit it up. 

After about five minutes they came to a scruffy looking bar with the name Club Νέο

Nico led him inside. 

Nico

Nico walked inside the bar, feeling himself relax as the familiar features of his favourite place filled his vision. “Hey Nico!” said the bartender, who was washing the dishes, “whos this with you? Have you got a boyfriend” 

Everyone else in the bar turned around and went “Ooooh!”

Nico felt his face go red and he looked at the floor. Will looked at the bartender, introducing himself. “I’m Will, Nicos’s friend.”

“Mm yeah ‘friend’…” said the bartender, winking. Nico saw Will blush, tucking his hair behind his ear. 

When they had ordered food and sat down, Nico pulled a bottle out of his bag. 

“Whats that? Asked Will, looking at the plastic water bottle. “Vodka,” said Nico

“You’ve gotta be kidding me, we’re fifteen!” said Will, looking at him. “Do you drink alcohol regularly?” 

Nico Shrugged “technically I’m seventy-something years old, so,” 

Will decided to let the matter go and accepted the bottle, pouring some into his glass. He looked like he could do with a drink anyway. He took a sip and swallowed, grimacing. “God this is strong” 

Nico opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the bartender, who came over with a bowl of chips, setting it down and smiling “hope you boys are having a good night” 

“Thanks, Craig,” Said Nico, plucking a chip out of the bowl and popping it in his mouth. 

They sat at the table, laughing and talking for a while before Will took another sip of vodka and said “Nico” 

Nico looked up from the sauce, with which he had been drawing a smiley face on his plate. 

“Yeah?” he said, studying Will’s face. He seemed nervous, which wasn’t really an emotion he usually saw in Will. 

“Well um, I’ve been really enjoying these past few days with you, and, well, I was wondering if you might want to go on an actual date with me” He looked down at the table blushing furiously. 

“It's fine if you don't want to” He added quickly. 

Nico was surprised, he hadn’t thought that Will would like him back. The sunny, outgoing son of Apollo going out with the son of Hades? It was a contradiction, but, he thought, who cared. He trusted Will not to mess with him, if anyone was going to ask him out as a prank it would be Leo. 

He smiled and looked up. “That would be great thanks.” 

Will looked very relieved, taking another sip of Vodka, it seemed, just so he could do something with his hands. 

Nico grinned. This was going to be great. 

THE END