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goonforgeto · 9 days ago

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・☄︎ CRUSH

chapter 04

SYNOPSIS — The last thing ten-year-old you ever imagined was falling in love at fourteen, getting your heart broken at seventeen, and spending your early twenties hunting down Jujutsu Society’s most wanted — your (ex?) boyfriend. But the last thing your twenty-something-year-old self expected? Falling for his best friend... just before your ex comes crashing back into your life after over a decade of silence.

WC — (2.7k) not proofread

CONTENT — fluff, mentions of vomit once, time jump

a/n: i actually got really upset writing this chapter heh. next chapter is rly long and what happens during christmas, also we get so see some more of satoru's friendship w reader and suguru so get ready!

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December, 2005

It was one of those rare days where your mission and Suguru’s wrapped up at the exact same time — a little stroke of luck that meant your schedules actually lined up for once. Even better, Satoru and Shoko were both busy.

Sure, you usually found ways to sneak in time together — late-night walks, stolen moments between training — but most of it involved tiptoeing around curfews, since neither of them knew about you and Suguru. Yet.

Not that it was anything serious or dramatic, you just liked having something that was yours. Something that didn’t come with teasing or smirks or endless questions.

And today — with the afternoon wide open, the air crisp and cool — it felt nice to think you had time.

The both of you had returned to campus around the same time, tired but relieved, and quickly agreed: freshen up first, meet outside in half an hour.

And right on time, when you step out onto the path behind the dorms — coat buttoned, scarf a little crooked — you spot him leaning casually against one of the old stone railings.

Suguru’s hair is still damp from the shower, tucked loosely behind his ears. He’s in a dark sweater and coat, hands in his pockets, looking up at the overcast sky like he’s thinking about something far away.

When he hears your steps, his gaze flicks down and softens the moment he sees you.

“You look warm,” he says, a small smile tugging at his mouth.

You grin. “And you look like you forgot your gloves again.”

He shrugs, pushing off the railing. “You’ll keep me warm.”

You roll your eyes, but your heart’s already doing that quiet little skip it always does when it’s just the two of you.

You come to a stop in front of him. He watches you for a beat longer, then dips his head and presses a soft kiss to your mouth.

But the second it hits, you stiffen — the taste of something pungent, bitter, metallic underneath the softness of his lips — the lingering residue of the curse he’d exorcised earlier.

Without thinking, you pull back. “Ugh—”

Suguru’s eyes widen slightly. “Shit — sorry,” he says quickly, already fishing in his pocket. He pops a stick of gum in his mouth, chewing fast. “Didn’t even think.”

You’re still catching your breath, rubbing at the back of your hand. “It’s fine— it’s just— gods, what was that?”

He grimaces a little, leaning closer. “Dunno. What’s it taste like to you?”

You blink. “Like… burnt, wet hair. And something metallic."

He makes a face. “Yeah, thought so. Usually tastes like a vomit rag to me.”

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes. “You’re disgusting.”

“Hey, you kissed me back,” he says, teasing, a faint blush creeping up his neck.

You shake your head, the taste fading.

“Ready?” you ask.

“Always,” he says, falling into step beside you.

His hand finds your gloved one as you walk, fingers threading easily through yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“So,” you say, glancing up at him, “where are you taking me?”

He gives you a small, knowing smile. “To buy you dango.”

You blink. “Seriously?”

“Mm.” He squeezes your hand gently. “Since someone—” he tilts his head, a clear jab at Satoru, “ate your share last week.”

You groan. “I told him not to touch mine.”

“He never listens,” Suguru says with a faint laugh. “So. I figured you deserve a replacement.”

Your heart warms, simple and soft. “You’re the best.”

“I know,” he says, eyes flickering sideways at you. “But you can tell me again once you’ve got your dango.”

You tug your glove off with your teeth, pulling it free so you can reach up — fingers lightly toying with the ends of his hair. It’s a bit longer now than it was in the summer, the strands soft between your fingers. He’s taller too — an inch or two since the last time you really noticed.

“Sugu,” you say softly, brushing a damp strand behind his ear, “your hair’s wet. You’re going to get sick.”

He leans in slightly.

“I’ll be fine,” he murmurs, voice low. “You worry too much.”

You let your fingers slip away, brushing down the side of his neck. “And you don’t worry enough.”

His smile widens just a little. “That’s why we work.”

The two of you made your way down to the station, hands still twined as you followed the quiet slope toward the subway entrance. The city above was crisp and cold, breath puffing faint clouds in the air — but down here, it was warm, the scent of metal and sweat hanging in the tunnels.

You slipped through the turnstiles side by side, Suguru thumbing your fare through before you could argue.

“It’s my treat,” he said simply, steering you toward the platform. “I’m taking you out, remember.”

The train rumbled in not long after — a soft clatter through the tunnel. You caught one of the middle cars, leaning together against the side rail as the car swayed into motion.

Outside the window, Tokyo blurred past in streaks of grey and light. The station names rolling by felt familiar.

“Where are we going again?” you asked, glancing up at him.

“That little shopping district you like,” Suguru said. “The one with the stalls and the food carts.”

You smiled, heart warming at how easily he remembered.

“It’s not that far,” he added, fingers brushing against yours again, casual, easy.

The train swayed gently as it sped through the tunnels, a low hum filling the car. You stood close to Suguru, shoulder brushing his arm, the warmth of him a welcome contrast to the cold air you’d left behind.

At one stop, the train jolted a little harder than usual, and you stumbled, hand catching his coat. He glanced down, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“You alright?” he asked, steadying you with an arm around your waist.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, cheeks a little warm. “Just clumsy.”

He huffed a soft laugh, not letting go. “It’s the train. Not you.”

You peeked up at him, still tucked close. “You’re just saying that because you like having an excuse to hold me.”

He leaned in, a small smile playing at his lips. “Maybe.”

You look away, face flushed, trying to calm your heart.

“So… are you going home for Christmas break?” you ask, trying for casual — though it comes out softer than you mean.

“Definitely,” he says, smiling. “I haven’t had my mom’s cooking in ages.”

“Jealous,” you admit. “I’ll probably be stuck here. My parents are out of the country again.”

Suguru hums, thoughtful. “Well… maybe I’ll bring you something.”

You glance up. “From your mom?”

He grins. “If you’re nice to me.”

You nudge him lightly with your elbow. “I’m always nice to you.”

“That’s debatable,” he teases, eyes bright, then adds, a little quieter, “Or… you could come with me.”

Your breath catches. “Really?”

He shrugs, smile turning softer. “I mean… Satoru’s coming too. But my mom’s been dying to meet you.”

The train slows as it nears your stop.

“You… never mentioned that before,” you say, voice quieter.

Suguru chuckles under his breath. “Guess I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

You glance at him, pulse skipping. “You didn’t even ask.”

His eyes flick toward you. “I’m asking now.”

Before you can answer, the train comes to a smooth stop, the chime for your station echoing through the car.

He tugs gently on your hand, fingers still twined through yours. “C’mon,” he says, soft. “We’ll talk about it after we’ve had you fed.”

The two of you step out of the station and into the heart of the shopping district — a narrow street lined with stalls and twinkling lights strung between the buildings, already glowing faintly in the late afternoon.

The air is cold, but not biting. It’s crisp enough to see your breath, the kind of chill that makes the steam from food carts rise in soft white clouds. The smells of grilled mochi, chestnuts, and sweet soy sauce drift through the crowd.

Suguru’s fingers slip back through yours as you walk, weaving easily through the bustling street. It’s busier than usual — families out shopping, students laughing over hot drinks, the hum of the city wrapping around you in a way that feels alive, familiar.

You glance up at him, warmth blooming in your chest.

“Lead the way,” you say softly.

He squeezes your hand, giving you that quiet smile of his. “You sure you trust me to pick the stall?”

“As long as it’s not the one Satoru always drags us to.”

He laughs — a soft, easy sound — and steers you down a smaller side street, where the line of dango carts stretches beneath colorful banners.

“There,” he says. “Your favorites.”

You walk up to the cart together — the familiar scent of toasted rice flour and sweet soy sauce filling the air. Suguru orders without asking, already knowing exactly which kind you like.

You smile as the vendor hands over the skewers, warm and fresh from the grill.

Suguru passes you one, keeping two for himself. “Fair, right?” he says, tilting his head innocently.

You eye him. “That depends. Are you planning to share?”

“Depends how nice you are to me.”

You huff a laugh, but as you take a bite, the smile pulls across your face before you can stop it.

He watches you, fond. “Good?”

“Mmh,” you hum, mouth full. “Worth the trip.”

He leans in a little, voice quieter now, eyes warm. “Told you.”

You reach over, and steal a bite from one of his skewers.

“Hey,” he laughs, mock scandalized.

“You said sharing depends on how nice I am,” you grin. “That was very nice.”

Suguru shakes his head, smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’re unbelievable.”

And before you can think twice, he dips his head, brushing a soft, quick kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Warm, simple. Enough to send your heart fluttering.

You blink, surprised — cheeks going pink — but he just grins wider, unbothered.

“Sticky,” he teases, thumb brushing lightly at the edge of your lip. “Messy eater.”

You look away, flushed, but you can’t stop smiling.

Suguru just watches you for a second, the faintest flicker of something warmer in his eyes.

You busy yourself with another bite of dango, hoping it’ll settle the way your heart’s racing.

Beside you, he shifts a little closer, shoulder brushing yours lightly as the crowd hums past.

For a while, you walk like that — side by side, quiet, comfortable — the soft winter light catching on the shop signs, the air thick with warmth and scent.

Suguru glances down at you again after a moment. “So…”

You look up. “Hm?”

“That question from earlier.” His voice stays easy, but there’s a hint of something softer beneath. “About Christmas.”

Your breath catches a little, but you cover it with a small smile. “You’re really serious about bringing me home?”

“Of course,” he says, like it’s obvious. “Mom keeps asking who this mystery girl is that’s got me sneaking out all the time.”

Your heart stumbles again — that quiet ache blooming warm in your chest.

You shake your head lightly, teasing. “Mystery girl, huh?”

He smiles — slower now, gaze steady. “Not much of a mystery to me.”

You shift on your feet, glancing down at the half-eaten skewer in your hand, and then back up at him.

“...Yeah,” you say softly. “I’d like that.”

“Good.” He nudges your shoulder lightly with his. “Guess I’ll tell Mom to set an extra place.”

You laugh, heart light now, the earlier nerves fading into something sweeter.

The two of you wander through the stalls after that — past rows of trinkets, candles, little charms and scarves. The air smells of cinnamon and roasted chestnuts, chatter rising from the crowd as the sun starts to dip lower.

You stop at one stall, all tiny hand-made charms and keychains lined up neatly on velvet cloth. Suguru’s already moved ahead a few steps, distracted by a stall selling old books, but something here catches your eye.

A pair of simple matching keychains — small wooden ones, carved with little protective sigils and tiny painted flowers. Subtle, but sweet.

Without overthinking it, you buy them — slipping the pair into your coat pocket.

When you catch up to him, you tug on his sleeve.

“What’s that?” he asks, amused, as you hold one out to him.

“For your bag,” you say simply, cheeks warming again. “So you can’t lose it.”

He watches you for a beat — then smiles, soft and bright. “You’re dangerous when you’re cute, you know that?”

You roll your eyes, but your heart flutters as he crouches slightly to let you clip the keychain onto the strap of his bag.

“Now you have to keep it on there,” you say, teasing, stepping back.

He straightens, giving the little charm a glance — then you. “I will.” His voice is soft, but certain. “I’ll keep it.”

You keep wandering a while longer, Suguru’s hand finding yours again as the crowd starts to thin with the setting sun. The lights strung across the street glow a little brighter now, soft against the early dusk.

You catch sight of a little photobooth tucked between two larger shops — a narrow thing with faded pink curtains and a bright sign above.

You tug on Suguru’s sleeve. “We should do that.”

He follows your gaze. “The booth?”

You grin. “Yeah. Come on — you owe me for letting you steal my dango.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “You stole mine, remember?”

“Details,” you say, already pulling him toward it.

He doesn’t resist — just lets you lead him inside, the two of you ducking beneath the curtain. The space is small, the bench barely fitting both of you, but you slide in close without thinking.

Suguru leans in, shoulder pressed to yours. “You know these always come out ridiculous, right?”

“That’s the point.”

The machine beeps and you barely have time to grab his arm before the first flash goes off.

The next few seconds are a blur of laughing and leaning into each other, you sticking your tongue out on one shot, him grinning too wide on another. The last one — right before the final beep — you turn on impulse and press a quick kiss to his cheek.

The flash catches the exact moment his eyes go wide, surprised, the faintest blush creeping up his neck.

You’re still giggling when you step back out into the cool air, waiting for the little strip of photos to print.

When it does, Suguru takes it first — holding it up with a soft smile.

“I’m keeping this one,” he says, fingers brushing over the image of you kissing his cheek.

You grin, cheeks warm. “Fair. But I want a copy.”

The two of you linger a little longer — enough to wander past the last few stalls, the air now cooler against your skin.

Suguru glances up at the sky, “We should head back,” he says gently. “Before curfew.”

You nod. “Yeah.”

He adjusts the strap on his bag, giving the new keychain a quick glance, and then falls into step beside you, fingers brushing yours again. You tuck your hands in your coat pockets, but stay close, shoulders almost touching as you walk.

The train ride back is quieter this time. You lean lightly against him as the car sways, the soft rumble of the tracks almost lulling you to sleep. Suguru says nothing, just lets you rest there.

By the time you reach campus, the air’s colder. The lights in the dorm windows glow soft against the dark.

At the path where your buildings split — his dorm to the left, yours to the right — you both stop.

Suguru turns to face you, hands deep in his coat pockets. “Thanks for today.”

You smile, heart still warm. “I should be thanking you.”

He holds your gaze for a beat longer, the air between you soft and a little heavier than before.

“See you tomorrow?” he asks.

You nod. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

For a second, it almost feels like he might lean in — but instead, he lifts one hand, brushing his knuckles lightly against your cheek.

“Goodnight, pretty,” he says, voice low.

“Goodnight,” you echo, cheeks warm again.

And then, he turns, heading down the path toward his dorm.

You watch him go for a moment, heart still fluttering. Then turn toward your own, the cold air nipping at your cheeks.

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slashingdisneypasta · 3 months ago

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Some Horror Villains that would ♡l o v e♡ a thick, voluptuous woman.

Disclaimer: This is purely about characters lovin' thick women. This is not about characters disliking beautiful thin ladies. Also, characters who aren't listed don't necessarily dislike the curves, they may just Not Care either way. Like Michael and Otis. Also, of course, these are my headcanon's and vibes 😅 Definitely not universal. With that out of the way, we can proceed ^^ 💗

Baby Firefly: Baby might poke fun sometimes, and it'll feel bad- but you have to remember this woman has no filter. She has no impulse control, and no shame. She says whatever comes to mind. She does find you to be Hot though, so hot. And cute. And you'll hear it all the time.

Bo Sinclair: Again, he's a lil asshole-y. He calls you his lil pumpkin or pound cake, and he knows it's mean, but you can tell clear as day (he ain't trynna hide it) just looking at the way he eyes up your frame - your rolls, your folds, your ass, - with so much hunger in his eyes (and a gross smirk on his mouth when you're about to Get It)-- he's just teasing. And he's a jerk; that's just the way he is.

BUBBA SAWYER!! + Jedidiah Sawyer and Thomas Hewitt: Like all the big boy slashers, a fat s/o is ideal for them. Even just a little meat on the bones is better than none. Bubba especially, cuz he'd be nervous to break you otherwise 😭 They also just loves looking at you, thinking how beautiful and perfect you are, and thinking well maybe then he is perfect, too <3

Candyman: This is a romantic gentleman. He looks at all ladies (and gentlemen) the same. He would never ever let you look down on yourself because of your weight. Never ever. Full stop. Whether you're insecure or not, look forward to many a night of him worshipping you, AS THE UNIVERSE INTENDED.

Captain Spaulding: Okay, I think Capt. Spaulding mayyy have a little chubby chaser in him. He likes big women; Hot as fuck. And he will never let you forget it.

Carrie White: You're??? So cute??? And you give amazing cuddles??? Carrie needs you😅

Chop Top Sawyer: Ohhh, heh-heh-heh, you eat well, huh, bunny?? Chop Top teases, but not as mean as Bo or Baby 😅 It's more like 'where do you get all the food, huh?? share with big bro!!'. Fond teasing. I just get the feeling that Chop is a lot more Aware than he lets on. Don't get me wrong, he is nuts-- but through the fog, he recognises if (IF!!) you're insecure. And he wouldn't make it worse. You're his sweetheart!! And so hot; he's mad about you. Also yes, he calls himself big bro even though you are NOT his sibling.

Chucky Lee Ray: Look Chucky loves a voluptuous women- they have great tits. And we ALL know he is a breast guy. That is not a secret or a headcanon.

Dr Suave: He ain't gonna turn away a pretty lady in need of dental care~ (; Sorry sorry XDD But it's no lie- Dr Suave is a flirt (it's in his name!!), and that is NOT confined to just people with flat stomachs.

Freddy Krueger: Okay he is a l w a y s going to poke at your insecurities, or what he deems as a soft spot. Always. Doesn't matter what it is- it is what he does. He's mean. But he doesn't do that because he necessarily thinks that thing is unattractive or unpleasant; he's just perceptive and knows it'll hit its mark. Truth is he loves a little meat on the bone~ (;

Harper Alexander: Oh my goodness Harper loves a voluptuous lady. He's been doing the same song and dance with the same kindsa women every year for so long that they all blend into one now. And yeah they're all real pretty but he'd be all over a new kinda pretty. He'd have his eyes GLUED the thick thighs, the ass that moves, the belly pouch, the soft round cheeks... he would genuinely enjoy seducing her (;

Inkubus + Jerry Dandridge: A sweet naïve virgin is a sweet naïve virgin (; If you smell good you're going to get their attentions. What difference does it make whether you have a flat stomach or a belly? Besides, they're both from times when fat meant well fed, wealthy, and healthy.

Jason Voorhees: Strong woman!! Jason is all over it. In fact he may wanna make you beef up some more (You will not leave this dinner table until you're finished. Eat your meat, Y/N.). It gives his love a better chance at surviving the winter at Crystal Lake. Also... in what world would Jason Voorhees conform to societies concept of beauty?? With Jason it is definitely your mind he falls in love with, and (genuinely) absolutely nothing else matters.

Jennifer Check: You are her adorable moose girlfriend. Yes she calls you moose. Don't dwell on it; she's mean out of affection.

LESTER SINCLAIR!!: Lester finds curvy women to be s o beautiful, and if you give him the time of day- he will make sure you know it. And Oh he will get pissed off and very very sad if someone else suggests that you aren't, or tries to make fun (*Cough* Bo stop being jealous of Lester *cough*). Why don't they see what he does??

Midnight Man + Pennywise and the Djinn: these Creatures think you look so snuggly, and so warm <3

Rocco the Clown: Ohhhhhhhhhh he loves a big woman. You will catch his attention immediately. And he prides himself on the fact he can manhandle you- make you feel small and delicate (; ^^

Stu Macher: Stu will be all over you and your curves. He will embarrass you with all is affections, honestly 😅🤣😂 Wolf whistling in class, making out in the halls, getting detentions for grabbing your ass (He never learns), etc.

Tiffany Valentine: You. Are. Gorgeous doll!!~ You're enough to make her forget all about her husband (; Chucky who?? Oh my goodness Tiffany would be constantly complimenting you, buying you things she thinks you'll look amazing in, admiring you, etc.

Vincent Sinclair: Oh so you're a goddess?? Cool, cool, cool... please please let this artist get a mould of your body 🙏 Using safe wax of course!! He will try to be respectful, he swears, but well Bo is not the only Sinclair with a dirty mind.

Winslow Foxworth (Foxy) Coltrane: Foxy loves all kinds, but damn... You're trouble. You're gonna make him quote Lon Chaney in Phantom.

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syoounn · 6 months ago

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New Year Celebration Scenario

•Characters: Chuuya, Dazai

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Chuuya

Spending New Year with your beloved Chuuya has always been the sweetest moment. As usual, both of you would go to the roof top that'll would see the fireworks better.

The countdown is nearing, and you've already invited him to go to your usual place to celebrate. Chuuya stretched and stood up, rubbing at his head. He ran a hand through his hair tiredly, then began to walk to the door.

He looked back at you, waiting for a moment to make sure you were following behind before starting to walk again to get out of the penthouse to go to the roof.

Chuuya opened the roof’s door and walked outside into the cool air of the night, looking up at the night sky and the stars.

He walked over to a bench set in the corner and sat down on it, pulling a carton of his cigarettes before taking one out and lighting it. He looked over to you when you walked outside as well, waiting for you to join him as he extended his hand for you to grab and the way he looks at you is making you melt and taking his hand as he pulled you in.

“It’s cold.” Chuuya muttered as he blew out some smoke while observing you as you came over and sat down beside him. He held his carton out towards you for you to take a cigarette if you wanted.

He stared up at the sky for a moment, taking another drag of his cigarette before speaking up again. "Do you think we’ll actually be able to see any fireworks from here, Doll?”

You chuckled. "What do you mean? we always go here."

Chuuya rolled his eyes at your laugh.

“I mean that the sky is pretty damn cloudy tonight, you idiot.” He smirked and shook his head, taking another drag from his cigarette as he spoke. He glanced over at you again.

“You really don’t think about these things, do you, Doll..?”

You then just smiled, hoping the sky would clear up soon. You then looked at him smiling.

"Chuuya.. Thank you, " you said with a smile.

“Heh, thank me?” Chuuya raised an eyebrow at you, looking a bit surprised by your words all of a sudden.

“Thank me for what, Doll?”

"For everything," you said.

“Oh yeah? You’re thanking me for everything.” Chuuya hummed in amusement, shifting a bit on the bench to face you. He raised one of his arms up and wrapped it around your shoulders, tugging you in closer to him.

He took another drag from his cigarette, his eyes staring directly at you. "You’ll have to be more specific, Doll. Everything’s a lot of things."

"Okay then.. Thank you for loving me, cuddling me, kissing me, cooking for me, taking care of me, spoili-" you said as you kept talking.

Chuuya couldn’t help a subtle smile from appearing on his face, listening to your long list as you rambled on. Though, he couldn’t help but cut you off when it started to become quite long.

“Yeah yeah, I get it, you’re thankful for a lot of things.” He said, trying to sound unamused, but you could tell he wasn’t.

“But you’re thanking me for all that when really I should be the one thanking you for putting up with me.”

“You’re the one who gives me affection, lets me dote on you, kisses me back, takes care of me just as much as I take care of you, and puts up with me for every minute of every damn day.” Chuuya continued as he spoke again.

“I don’t think you realize how much I’m grateful to have you as my Doll.”

Chuuya’s arm around your shoulders tightened just a bit, bringing you a tiny bit closer to his side. He took one final drag from his cigarette before flicking it away somewhere, not really caring where the hell it went.

“If anyone should be grateful, it should be me, Doll. You’ve stuck with me for all these years, and you’ve kept up with me so well despite all my bullshit.”

You looked at him soflty and speechless by his words as you immediately leaned and pressed your lips against his. Chuuya was caught a bit off guard by the sudden kiss, but he leaned into it without hesitation. His hand slid down to the side of your waist, and his grip around your shoulder relaxed a bit.

Chuuya’s eyes remained closed as the fireworks lit up the sky behind him, the beautiful light colors reflecting in his face, but he didn’t pay them at any attention. He was focused on the intimate and tender moment of the kiss that the two of you were sharing.

As the kiss ended, you looked at him all softly with a smile as you spoke. "Happy New Year, Chuuya.."

“Mhm.. Happy New Year, Doll.” Chuuya mumbled against your lips, one of his hands reaching up to cup your cheek as he tilted his head, deepening the kiss just a bit. He let his eyes close again, and he just savored the way your lips felt against his, the sweet taste that he was addicted to, and the comforting warm sensation in his chest that only you caused him to feel that and only you, and both of you welcomed the new year and celebrated with eachother warmth.

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Dazai

It was New Year's Eve, as expected, your lover would invite you to celebrate New Year and watch the fireworks together.

You wondered, though, where he would take you this time as you asked.

"Dazai, where should we be celebrating?"

A small, sly grin slowly spreads across on Dazai's face, his tone almost flirty...

"Well, that depends... do you want to celebrate somewhere private or-?"

"Wha-.. What are you talking about.. we need to see the fireworks too, " you said, cutting him off and immediately flustered by the idea.

Dazai laughs lightly at your response, amused by your innocent confusion to my clear proposition. Dazai keeps his fingers intertwined with yours, not wanting to let go of your hand, and Dazai's eyes never leaving yours as he speaks, his tone light and playful still.

"I was just kidding... of course we can go see the fireworks..."

Both of you proceeded looking for a spot as you both walked on a snowy path, and you called his name.

"Dazai.."

Dazai walks alongside you as both of you make your way towards the view of the fireworks, his hand still holding yours, the sensation of your fingers intertwined with his sending a wave of comfort through both of you.

"Yes, Bella..?"

"Hmm, well.. i just wanted to thank you.. for being always there for me." You said with a smile

Dazai's eyes widen slightly at your words, being taken aback for a moment at your sudden sincerity. He pauses for a moment before slowly responding, his tone affectionate and sincere in return...

"There's no need to thank me, bella... He squeezes your hand in mine, as if trying to emphasize what he's about to say... as if trying to drive the sentiment of his words into you with my touch...

He takes a deep breath, his gaze still fixed on you.

He doesn't feel like he deserves any credit for always being here by your side... It's something... he wants to do, he wants to... No, he needs to be by your side...

He keeps his hand around yours, not letting go, almost like his scared that if he let go, he'll lose you...

"...I need you..."

You were surprised by his words as you smiled softly, without even realizing the fireworks started to show up.

He blinks as the sky suddenly explodes with colour, breaking his attention away from you for a moment to quickly look up and take in his sight of the fireworks. His grip on your hand tightens slightly, as if he's make sure you're still here with him...

Before he can even speak, you leaned to kiss him, savouring the another moment with him that'll you hope would last long.

He feels a slight shiver go down his spine at the feeling of your lips pressing against his, his eyes slowly closing as he slowly returns the kiss.

His mind goes blank for a moment as the two of you stand here, sharing a sweet kiss by the side of a snowy pathway, the beautiful sight of fireworks playing out in the sky above.

After a little while longer, Dazai reluctantly pulls away, opening his eyes and looking down at you. he can't help but let a small, affectionate smile appear on his face as he looks at you, unable to deny how good that felt. he releases one of your hands and instead wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"Happy New Year, Dazai..."

He looks down into your eyes as you wish him a happy new year. He can't help but feel a warmth spread throughout his chest at the sound of your voice. He pulls you even closer as he responds, his voice speaking out sincerely.

"Happy New Year..." he says

Without warning, Dazai suddenly leaned down and kissed you again, this time with a bit more passion as both of you shared your love, feeling both of your warmth in the snow.

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(Happy New Year, everyone! I apologize for not updating for months. i hope yall enjoy this!)

#bsd x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd fluff #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader

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noddytheornithopod · 1 month ago

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ALRIGHT PEEPOS

TIME TO NERD OUT OVER THIS NEW PREVIEW

We got credits on the cut up instagram version: Directed by Amber Tornquist Hollinger, who was a director on Hamster and Gretel

Written by Scott Peterson, makes sense the head writer will do the first ep

Brandi Young is producer, she's been this for Hamster and Gretel and Candace Against the Universe.

Bryan L. Francis and Sang Young Ha did the storyboards.

First... the kids are in middle school! They're growing up!!!!

This actually ties into Isabella saying she looks forward to junior high in Cranius Maximus, so neat detail if intentional. Though Doof 101 implies that they go to elementary school, though as the PnF wiki says when it catalogues this continuity hiccup, maybe they were just visiting the old school to give them neat stuff. :P Also a different school to the one in Milo Murphy's Law.

Sorry to let the Phinabella brainrot take hold, but... LOOK AT HER. SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH. SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE COULD LISTEN TO HIM ALL DAY!!!!

...okay, got that out of my system. Baljeet also taking notes, no surprise there.

"We saved the world... again!" Make that all of time and space. But yeah, you seem to end up doing that a lot, huh?

Phineas and Ferb broke up their report over what they did over Summer over the entire freaking school year. Honestly they probably didn't even need to do this given EVERYONE would know what they were up to, but hey, commitment to the bit.

HEY THIS WASN'T YOU

Did Baljeet always look this weird facing forward?

They recoloured some of the extras, do the old ones still exist or are they now the guys lol

Even the teacher is dancing to Phineas singing!

Django's spotted! Also, no glasses Irving shot, lol.

Wait did her hair always go pointy at the end or is this a new animation thing

u ok jeet

HMMMMMM

More forward facing weirdness

"Venomous insectoid robot duty for the last 9 months." Well guess we know Perry's main job in that time, besides all the other times he got tangled up with Doof. :P

I can tell Maulik finds it harder to do the Baljeet voice now, gonna take some getting used to.

Love that Candace is able to get them to build all of the ideas they suggest, like just as an offhand suggestion hoping Phineas will take it, which he does. She made a good play here, she knows that Phineas is good natured and assumes the best like that. Way better manipulative behaviour than whatever was tried in Suddenly Suzy. :v Can't wait to see how EVERYTHING disappears, cuz that was a LOT of ideas.

Also, we got an article from Variety listing some neat stuff! Stuff that sticks out to me.

“In fact, we have one of the new writers who actually knows more about what was on which show when. We used to go to the wiki fan site. Now it’s just easier to ask him.” I WANNA KNOW WHICH WRITER THIS, WHO ARE THEY, WHO IS THIS GOAT???

"for the first few episodes of the revival, it’s been tweaked to say, “there’s another 104 days of summer vacation.” (Povenmire and Marsh say that’s only for the first few episodes, before they revert to the original lyric.)" Heh, neat. I guess the title sequence is gonna be mostly the same then if so? Guess we'll see.

"an episode where a large, inanimate object has what they promise is a “very meaningful storyline,” including a song by Michael Bublé." Huh.

"Meap (as voiced by John Stamos) will return in the long-awaited “Meap Me in St. Louis.”" So new Meap VA. RIP Lorenzo Lamas.

"Dr. Shamai". Hmm, is that the psychologist in Deconstructing Doof?

"Receptionist" Could be Deconstructing Doof or Chip to the Vet, or something else entirely.

"Alan Cumming as “The Haberdasher”" I KNEW IT

"Alliance Commander" "Lieutenant Zarna" No idea what these are, is this the Space Adventure episode, or a Meap Me in St Louis thing, or something else? "Lomond" by Rhys Darby also sounds kinda alien/spacey.

"Samantha Sweetwater" Relative of Adyson's?

"Vending Machine Prime" VENDING MACHINES WILL BECOME THE DOMINANT RACE

So uh yeah, all pretty neat

#phineas and ferb #pnf spoilers

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jazzically · 21 days ago

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ranking fears by how great or not great it would be to be an avatar of that fear. lets go.

14. at the bottom of the list we got flesh. nasty. no thank you. someone else can grind up peoples bones. also how are u gonna go anywhere without being obviously supernatural. unoriginal attacks. 0/10 look forward to a friend circle with a radius of zero

13. extinction. what do u even do all day?? spend time waiting for things to happen? news flash we already do that

12. end. u get sadistic powers and ur emo all the time

11. buried. u squish people and thats it. thats ur whole job. half the time u dont even do it correctly.

10. desolation. ur hot (temperature-wise) and u can never hug anyone and that is no fun. and u will prolly have to join a cult of psychotic arsonist freaks who have never agreed on anything but u do get to smite ur enemies which is desolation ONLY thank u very much no i am not taking feedback

9. corruption. fix your family issues. you dont need the toxic (heh) love and validation of literal germs. if you wanna be devoured by what loves you see mr pitch or forever deep below creation please. however there is a wasps nest in my attic

8. stranger. lowk soooo fashion soooo skincare creepy magical girl identity crisis moment loving it. freakish tho.. get away from me i dont wanna hear abt ur untalented taxidermist friends... but jessica law <3 yeah she's why stranger is up here thats the only reason

7. eye. ooh this one is a toughie. obviously everybody else will see u as a prick forever (beholding is obnoxious by nature) but at the same time..... knowledge ???? yummy ?? however you will be absolutely insatiable and lose all your friends and become a monster addicted to sucking people's stories out of their souls and invading their dreams. so. there's that. the series has explored a lot of what it's like to be an eye avatar and i think in general it's not worth it. sure, you can win the occasional pub trivia, but in the long run knowing everything sort of removes the joy and meaning from life. jon was so depressed by the end and i feel like we don't talk about that enough.

6. slaughter. prepare to win a million dollars by becoming a boxing champion.

5. hunt. k i have lots of thoughts on this one. most prey cant run as long as you can like dont you get bored???? but u get to be hot and deadly so thats a plus. also i bet youd be really good at first-person shooters and laser tag or hide and seek. and finding lost objects. all in all a solid pastime, although you do have to hunt on a consistent basis to sustain yourself and thats probably a pain to do without getting noticed. 70/30 pros and cons

4. dark. hear me out on this one ok i feel like it would come with a huuuuge advantage in combat like u can probably literally blind your opponent and summon made-up child's monsters (fnaf?) to attack for you. also black goes well with anything. nat 20s every time youre a rogue. think about it

3. web. manipulation is not ok but its funny. just IMAGINE the PRANKS you could pull

2. spiral. fucky fuckin hands??? freaky architecture?? mysteries??? hallwaylighting doorkeeping monsterbossing???? sign me UP

1. THE VAST. FLYING. EXISTENTIALISM. THE CONCEPT OF INFINITY. ROCK CLIMBING. TROLLING PEOPLE VIA IMPROMPTU ROLLERCOASTER RIDES. DO I NEED TO SAY MORE

#sadistic emo core my new favorite aesthetic #hunt is assuming the person already has a taste for blood btw #this might be controversial and tbh i struggled with the placement a lot cuz i hold no REAL hatred for any of the fears..#like i could def argue for flesh to be higher or dark to be lower or stranger to be lower #but all in all i think its a fair list #IDK IDK THIS IS HARD #tma #the magnus archives #tma.txt #tma shitpost #this is hashtag cringe #can you tell i'm squeamish. this could be a list of how squeamy each fear is actually #if “squeamy” is even a word #i love what i said for buried though and i will stand by it.#did you notice how i slowly devolved from “you” to “u”. yea me neither #ok i didnt MEAN to put slaughter and hunt right next to each other again #sigh i swear i see them as very different entities #ermmm also “the vast” technically isnt grammatically correct if youre referring to “that which is vast” such as the entities/places #yaaaaay (this bothered me but i have now explained it to myself so all better)#btw for buried how are u even gonna lure fam into a pile of dirt.. only insane people #like cave divers would go there and they like that shi anyway #and for end theres acc no joy in death and no jokes to be made when ur oliver banks i mean cough cough an end-affiliated entity #who what who mentioned him not me #i do really really love the justification for the flesh though but this is about avatars 😤#tma fears #the dread powers

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merryro · 1 year ago

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bottom ryan ross fic recs =D

this post is what it says on the tin! mostly ryden, i'll indicate if otherwise. fics w ☆ means they're my FAVES. will update as i find more, so check it every so often and there Might be a new fic listed heh ^_^

fics on livejournal! (most of these are written by the same writer?!)

☆ Rose Is a Four-Letter Word *sort of gsf (but mostly ryden), summary: Ryan's allergic to roses. Well, maybe "allergic" is the wrong word for it. my absolute FAVOURITE fic. ever.

☆ There's No 'I' In Ryan Ross *gsf, summary: Jon Walker attempts the impossible: to make the gayest band on the planet even gayer

hormones in key *panic! gsf + pete wentz on the phone

The Taste of Red *summary: It would seem absurdly ordinary, Ryan waking up next to another body like this, except for the fact that Brendon's not breathing. vampire brendon!

We Were Dreamers Not So Long Ago *rywalk, summary: Set about ten years in the future in a cabin in the woods, Jon and Ryan go to unwind before they start up again. Ryan's less than pleased, but that changes quickly.

We Were Heading For The Sea *summary: "Across the kitchen table, I fired several rounds, but you were still sitting there when the smoke cleared." – Ani Difranco post-split ANGST ANGST

☆ and set this cruise control for crash *rycer, summary: We had to, Ryan says, for the band. my notes for this fic was "CDSZZYYFUCKING FIC IM LOSING ITTTTT"

☆ Crush (With Eyeliner) *gsf, summary: Yeah, honestly, Jon Walker totally is that kind of guy. He just doesn't know it yet. anything written in jon's pov is automatically a 10/10 fic

Broken Glass and Rusty Nails *summary: When Ryan gets the tattoo, he bears it casually, sprawled out in the chair and smiling at Brendon's chatter as the needle traces over his skin. ryan has a freaky pain kink

Here Be Dragons * no summary but here's the main gist: time travel fic, ryan wants to be the one to take brendon's virginity underaged brendon but not by a lot

A Little Less Sixteen Candles A Little More Schoolboy Crush *rywentzden or whatever the shipname for ryan/brendon/pete is, double penetration, summary: What if Ryan can have them both?

The Pros and Cons of Group Sex With Your Bandmates *gsf + pete again! that man is always in patd's business

☆ That First Inconveivable Touch *summary: Ryan never gets what he wants like this. It's just not how his life works. dirty sex in a bathroom!

Like a Game *sequel to That First Inconceivable Touch summary: Boys are only after one thing, Ryan is. Ryan doesn't know what he's after, but he hopes to find that only one thing one of these days so he can stop looking.

This Is Screaming 'Photo Op' *summary: Brendon thinks Ryan is totally sexy. brendon finds pics of ryan naked

☆ laid bare for all to see, but mostly just for you *no summary but here's the gist: ryan is a slut and brendon fucks him against a window (its REALLY hot)

☆ NaNoRyRo *a compilation of ryden smutshots over 30 days. literally felt like i struck gold finding this

Bets Off * summary: "I know you guys are taking bets on me and Brendon," Ryan said, "and I want in." kinda sad since we’re actually in the future now and… they didn’t last forever

you’ll be platinum *summary: Brendon's sex tape gets mixed reviews. i honestly love the way this fic went from brendons sex tape is leaked to ryan has an existential crisis

after i have dreamed *summary: Brendon’s eyes are huge and brown and his lashes are approximately as thick as trees, and yeah, their noses are brushing because Brendon has just leaned in closer. He’s thumbing Ryan’s arm carefully, blinking, and Ryan swallows and squeezes his eyes shut, suppressing the urge to bite his lip. such a beautiful fic, chockfull of wonderful imagery

In The Sound *was deleted off lj but luckily someone saved this on the wayback machine! so that’s the link i put here, summary: How could you walk away from it? Why are you still walking away? this fic. wow. ok it doesn’t count as bottom ryan bc theres no explicit sex, but its just such a good story so i wanted to recommend it! its a ‘what if’ brendon left the band scenario n yeah its heartbreaking but its a happy ending!!!

Take Center Stage And Step Up To Save The Last Dance (He Was A Sk8er Boi) *ryden switch! ryan tops first then brendon, if udm!! summary: They come from two different worlds. a fic inspired by Sk8er Boi by avril lavigne! ryans a skater and brendon does dance

like you imagined *summary: Yeah, Ryan's thought about it. ryden’s first time! sooo hot

Spin Cycle *ryan has a dirty stinky tshirt kink, doesn’t technically bottom cs he just sucks brendon off but its really hot!

To A Man’s Heart *side couples jon/joe and spencer/patrick summary: Desperate to escape an arranged marriage, Charleston belle Ryan Ross heads to Denver and takes his chances as a mail-order bride. When he arrives, he discovers that handsome rancher Brendon Urie has absolutely no desire to marry--until Ryan charms him with his sweet nature and even sweeter kisses.

One Summer Last Fall *summary: Fall Out Boy never existed, so life is pretty tough for Ryan Ross. no actual fucking in this one but its such a hilarious read!

In Medias Res *summary: One minute they were watching tv and Brendon was groping Ryan good-naturedly, and the next...

The Ones You Can Count On *ryan/william beckett/mike carden no summary but basically ryan is sad bc he cant have brendon so bill and mike carden of tai… fuck him! really hot and really good

☆ Four Men And A Little Cabin *gsf, Unrelated, non-linear scenes from a recording cabin

The Hand That Feeds *summary: It's always easy enough for Ryan to come to him after the fact, after ignoring Brendon all night, after being with her; easy enough for Brendon to give in.

☆ That’s What He Said *gsf, idk how to tag this but everyone fucks everyone, its hot, summary: Truckstops and Statelines and boyfriends, etc.

Sweeter Than Candy, Better Than Cake *gsf, summary: It's really no big deal that their male guitarist smells fruity and has unnecessarily glossy lips.

The One Where Ryan Ross Gets Gangbanged *panic! gsf, but mainly ryden, summary: All Ryan wants on his birthday is to get fucked. A lot.

just a little longer, long enough *kind of rycer? and joncer.. and also ryden… summary: Spencer has plans, Spencer gets what he wants, Spencer is clueless. A spencer character study, really worth a read!!

☆ where the light bends at the cracks *ryon, with a super subtle tiny hint at ryden, no summary and idk how to describe it even, just read it!!!

Hum Along With The TV *not really explicit sex but im pretty sure ryan bottoms… summary: "Brendon." There's a smile as he sits down on the bottom step, knocking Ryan's knees slightly; a smile with straight, white teeth and an imperious mouth, one that gets imprinted into memory. He cups his hands around his lips and tilts his head. There's a brief orange glow and a lazy stream of smoke as Brendon asks, "So, what are you here for?"

"penises are for boys, vaginas are for girls, unless of course, something crazy happens. then anything's game." *fem ryan!

☆ Date Night *summary (ok not a summary, its an excerpt, live with it.): It’s almost like starting from scratch, even though they’ve been invading each other’s personal space on a fairly regular basis for a couple of years now. But there’s a big difference between friendship and relationship and up to this point, everything that’s been done has been for show. i really loved this one for some reason… so sweet!

Moulin Rouge AU *rycer, (toxic-ish) brencer and ryden, MAJOR character death(s), no summary but its basically what it says on the tin HAHA. i really wanted to love this but god that ending is just SICK. maybe one of you will be into the heartbreak as terrible as this one gave me

Retail jobs and cracks in the ceiling *they fuck in the second part! summary: Such a muddy line between the things you want and the things you have to do.

☆ Always Leaving, But *brendon bottoms in the 3rd part but the rest of it should be bottom ryan! has ryan/keltie and a little brendon/pete, summary: If there's a science to it, Brendon can't figure it out. This fic. THIS FIC. fucked me UP. read it!!!!

False Advertising *kind of rycer at the end, summary: AU. Ryan makes a mistake. Spencer helps him out.

☆ (sequel to False Advertising) Small Blessings *rycer/brencer and joncer too, summary: Spencer Smith puts up with a lot of shit. okay so this was a really strange whack fic, but in the BEST WAY possible. totally recommend it, just. read itttttt

It’s All Secret Love *summary: Flashbacks and love making.

everyone is shaking to your name *summary: Okay, so, um. Ryan really, really hates admitting this – and, well, he's never really admitted it before, the only person who knows is Spencer – but... Ryan goes on the voyeur website things. this one’s a little strange, so do heed the notes and warnings!

Carousel *this one’s a bit tough to tag the ships HAHA its gsf, ryden-leaning with jealous spencer, and also its MPREG (read the prequel linked in the notes), summary: "Don't do anything drastic before coffee. I don't want to miss it." huh! this one was strange too… do read it though, its interesting… a housemd crossover (kinda)

☆ ☆ All We Fear is All That Can Save Us *summary: Jon and Ryan still talk to Spencer, and Jon still talks to Brendon, but since that decision was made last May, Ryan and Brendon haven't really talked. And Brendon knows that he shouldn't be surprised that Ryan's here; after all, he's here and he's never been as, well, expressive about sex as Ryan has been. TWO STARS BC THIS FIC IS GENUINELY LIFE CHANGING. dom brendon and sub ryan post-split and its ough my GOD. read it read it NOWWW

Elsewhere *small hint of one-sided brencer, The Giver (novel) au, summary: According to Spencer, the Community is the way it is for the good of everyone. “Choices are dangerous,” he tells Brendon. “What if people were to choose the wrong thing?” ~20,000, this reawakened my childhood obsession with dystopian novels, give it a read!

☆ Nerds In Love *summary: "Sorry, man. Maybe you should call Geek Squad."

this one time, at band camp… (or; save a drum, bang a drum major) *summary: Spencer's best friend is falling for the guy they used to refer to as "the annoying kid from All-State". definitely my favourite band au

☆ the trapeze act was wonderful but never meant to last *wentzross, summary: Someday we'll be loved the way we want to be loved by the people we want to love us. SO BEAUTIFUL AND TERRIBLY HEARTBREAKING. read it if you hate/love yourself

Except under the pale light *wentzross, summary: Later, Pete will make pancakes. Maybe he'll bring Ryan along to the studio, maybe he'll let Ryan talk him into eyeliner again.

Walking Sideways Takes Longer, But You Get There Eventually *spyan, summary: Ryan tries to have a positive heteronormative influence on Spencer, but it doesn't go as planned, because come on! Who do you think you are kidding, Ryan Ross?

Dealing With Bullets *summary: “You know these words, though.” Brendon points out. Ryan just shrugs and says, “Yes, my mind does, but do my fingers?” Brendon thinks about the question for a long, long time. Three days later, Spencer is already asking about how Ryan got Brendon to be this quiet and would he mind sharing the secret?

pointy fucking shoes *this one’s kinda fucked up, so, summary: Ryan isn't sure who he is so he tries to forget.

☆ Back To The Place You Are *brendon/OFC but its ryden-centric and ryden endgame! summary: “He’s cute.” Brendon looks over at her, startled, and wonders if it’s all as obvious as it feels, if she can see it scrawled across his face after only talking to him for ten minutes. “He’s uh. He’s my band mate.” She smiles and nods like she knows there’s more to it than that, but doesn’t know him well enough to ask. really cute brendon character study sorta? its a good exploration of ryden’s relationship and its a happy ending =) readdd ittttt

I thought *summary: In the beginning, the Thing that Brendon and Ryan start up isn't supposed to be anything other than a way to relax and unwind. After awhile, Brendon stops being sure what it actually is, and what either of them want.

These Elegant Crimes *wentzross (technically its more petekey which has nothing to do w ryro but i digress, its a good fic!) summary: After his Summer of Like ends, Pete convinces himself that Ryan is what he needs. Pete's still got a few hang-ups, however, and that's made clearest when Infinity on High is produced. In other words: No one is getting what they need.

Hasselhoff *wentzross, jailbait ryan, summary: Pete Wentz can't seem to drink enough to have a good time at this rep party. The beer doesn't taste right, the band playing pretty much sucks, and everywhere he turns dumb teenagers shanghai him. But when one teen, a slight, brown-eyed boy, pops up, Pete can't help but feel something other than annoyance.

Like Light Ends, With a Z *ryden switch!! brendon gets bit by a chinchilla and enters a sex craze 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Clandestine *summary: Ryan doesn't expect Brendon to actually show up in New York at the show and he certainly doesn't expect what happens, only now he can't quite let go. the young veins postdivorce era fic!

I Am the Derivative and You Are the Curves *summary: Brendon’s good at math. Ryan isn’t. In fact, Ryan’s so bad, he needs a tutor. In fact, his tutor is Brendon. This, of course, leads to weekly meetings, but sushi breaks and local concerts follow, to costume parties and beer pong, first dates and thanksgiving break, and more than Ryan could've thought possible from someone with a stack of books that thick. theres some past jon/brendon

Acquiescence Hard Gained *actually a joncer fic, but theres SOME ryden and i love this fic so im reccing it anyway. summary: Spencer had the control. It took Jon a little longer to notice that perhaps Spencer didn’t want that role. d/s elements

Irrevocably Combined *summary: Wherein Ryan really just needs some time to figure a few things out. takes place after ryan’s dad dies

Meant It When I Said “The Pleasure Is Mine” *no fucking, just really intense rimming and YES

☆ The Width of a Circle *summary: An object at rest will remain at rest unless acted upon by an external and unbalanced force.' Patrick watches the pieces fall together. just, the sweetest fic ever. tells the story of ryden getting together through the eyes of patrick

Bedazzled (blinded by the light) *summary: Brendon is Ryan's canvas.

Synergy *gsf, summary: They weren't so much dating as simply existing.

☆ Ryan Ross’s Guide To Sex Positions *summary says it all tbh, summary: Ryan's favorite sex positions with all three of his boyfriends, and his favorite with all of them together, THIS FIC IS EVERYTHING IVE EVER WANTED

Asphyxiophilia *spyan, summary: Ryan discovered his biggest kink, the thing that could get him off the fastest, make him come the hardest, when he was almost too young to even understand what he was feeling. breathplay! super hot. underaged spencer though

How naptime can go horribly right *no summary but basically ryan wants to nap but brendon wants to fuck so he does!

Some Things We Can’t Escape *rockett, summary: Ryan knew exactly how Bill was 'sorry'; sorry for overstepping that mark, for making impossible feelings suddenly flare up from where the two boys had kept them buried, sorry for making it real. Unbearably, painfully, real. HOLYYY wow i love rockett so i love this fic so very very much

Cuffed *rosswald, summary: Ryan, Alex, handcuffs

fics on ao3!

not to shamelessly plug but my patd fics are all bottom ryan. it's not much but check it out if you wanna ^_^

☆ ash in your mouth *summary: Ryan just tilts his head, hands behind his back on the table, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, make-up runny and smudgy, eyes alive, little pearl teeth biting his lips as if he’s holding something back. the end has a little kick to it.

Give Me Envy, Give Me Malice, Give Me Your Attention *summary: The aftermath of Brendon running into Ryan at the 2015 Halloween party.

A Fever You Can't Sweat Out *rycer (implied gsf), summary: Ryan has a strange affinity for sweat. And when I say affinity… sex pollen-esque

Hands Down *summary: Brendon is experimenting, but he doesn't know that Ryan is too.

Out of Tune *this fic is locked so you need an account to read it, summary: Brendon wakes up tone deaf. Ryan has no idea what to do. Maybe sex will fix it?

What We Have Is What We Will Be Given *summary: They finally have a hotel night, and Ryan's got everything planned, even if he's not the one in charge.

☆ No Object *wentzross, ryden switch, summary: The first blowjob Pete gets from Ryan is startlingly mediocre, considering that it's the kid's job.

Fucking like rabbits *summary: Ryan has been desperate for the whole show, Brendon is sweaty and in love, and their last song is a fucking love song. They really were reinventing love right on that stage. stage gay on another level

it's just flesh, it's just flesh *locked fic! summary: Ryan's mouth tastes sort of like the sour candy he got from the vending machine earlier, but mostly it's just hot and wet and warm. this one also has a lil kick! small kick

Drive Faster, Boy *summary: Ryan, Brendon, backseats, secrets.

☆ That Left a Mark *DUBCON (brendon is super drunk) summary: Alcohol initially serves as a stimulant, then induces feelings of relaxation and reduced anxiety. Consumption of two or three drinks in an hour can impair judgment, lower inhibitions, and induce mild euphoria.

An Unlikely Victorian Heroine *locked fic, summary: "You're like a Victorian heroine," Brendon says, rolling one bracelet over Ryan's hand to expose a little more skin, then another and another until he has a small pile on the bed. "Arms aren't supposed to get me so hot, Ross."

☆ How Did I Fall In Love With You? *summary: Bad things happen when Ryan reads fanfiction. i love meta fics like this

You Will Know The Difference When I Touch You *summary: It wasn’t a gay thing at first. Well, it was possible that Brendon had a tiny little crush on Ryan, but it was a buried thing in the back of his still-half-Mormon brain, emerging very slowly.

Two of Cups *the second part is gsf, summary: Spencer and Ryan are part of Pete's travelling circus. Jon and Brendon come for the show, but there's something about the place that keeps them coming back for more.

It must be an alien thing *idk if this counts but its ryan getting girl parts and brendon fucks him and if bden fucks him then yeah hes a bottom idc, summary: “His dick’s missing too,” adds Jon, and if Ryan had lasers in his eyes, Jon Walker would be history right then and there. “And he keeps telling this alien theory, but it can’t be fucking aliens, man. Aliens are too busy doing their shit to give you tits and a pussy.”

☆ Leaving Without Moving *mainly ryden but theres a hint of one-sided rycer from ryan, summary: "I'm not trying to embarrass you or anything here. But seriously, I'm just trying to make things clear - what you want is to be my own personal little toy, is that it? You want to be my pet in the... pet sense?" I HAVE NOOO IDEA HOW IVE NEVER COME ACROSS THIS FIC BEFORE ITS SO GOOD!!

☆ Hard to Believe in Sundays *rywalk, summary: Ryan shouldn't be making out with one of The Academy Is…'s techs in the dusky brown darkness behind his own tour bus where everyone, anyone, could see. Truckstops and Statelines-era. Just. wow the writing and the story are super amazeballs

Candyman *summary: It's a strange and beautiful thing to hate yourself so much you'd let someone else do this to you. Even stranger is trusting them enough to say these things and not mean it. Or mean it and love fuck you anyway. post-split, kinda poetic and angsty

☆ Give me more *read the tags! summary: They called this tough love. 2005, just starting out the band, brendon getting kicked out his house, just a really interesting and well-written fic. couldn't put it down once i started!

☆ Dog Ears, Frozen Lakes and the Resonance of Your Voice *gsf (mainly ryden), summary: The boys go on vacation to a secluded cabin in Switzerland for Christmas. a short sweet and hot fic! ryan just loves his whole band

Bossy *summary: In which Ryan is like, kind of a bitch to be honest, but in a good way. Subby top brendon and dom bottom ryan

☆ We’ll Reinvent Love *brendon bottoms in the last chapter, summary: “He remembers back when he was younger, and he would scrape his elbow, and because he hadn’t yet started these daily screaming matches with his mom, she would place a band-aid over it, ever so gently, and then an even gentler kiss on top of that. And because Ryan looks like his world is one big scraped elbow at the moment, Brendon leans forward and kisses him, butterfly-soft, and pulls away before Ryan gets a chance to do it first.” read this all almost in one shot and it made me slighty crazy… read it, it is SO wonderful

A Little Push *summary: In which Brendon finds out some interesting info about Ryan and acts on it.

More Than Skin Deep *summary: Ryan takes to writing his words of love on Brendon's skin.

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Fake it till you make it | Part 4

‘Boundaries’ were harder to settle on than they'd expected them to be. Eddie didn’t seem to want to put anything on the “strictly no�� list. Even when Steve suggested sex should be on there Eddie just wiggled his brows and claimed a week in a cabin with him might change things.

Steve found that hilarious enough to laugh at (much to Eddie's adorable pout) but also too fair to disagree with.

They were two healthy, queer, adult men! What was a little consensual nookie between fake boyfriends?

Plus he couldn’t tell if Eddie was joking or not so he put that on the mental ‘maybe a boundary’ list that may or may not be tested.

Steve wasn’t about to completely rule it out either! He had a healthy libido and Eddie wasn’t unattractive. He… actually was pretty damn attractive.

Nice eyes, nice hair, nice lips, nice voice, nice han— anyway, they had a whole week together in a romantic chalet, pretending to date.

Anything could happen. Especially if they didn’t rule anything out. And ruling it out only made it seem more exciting, like it was dangerous. Best to just not rule it out.

“What about kissing?” Steve pondered aloud, a small frown on his brow

“If I’m not ruling out sex, Harrington, I think kissing should be fi—"

“No, dumbass, not ruling it out, I mean… it’s gotta seem like a thing we normally do right? An you gotta stop calling me Harrington, it’s Steve. Boyfriends don’t call each other by their last names.”

“I’ll have a mental list of pet names prepared before the day ends, don’t you worry, Stevie, but what do you suggest? Are you thinking we should practice?” Eddie leaned forward a grin stretching on his lips that almost seemed predatory, like he was expecting Steve to stumble through a rebuttal, expecting him to back down or to apologise, but no, Steve wasn’t some simpering maiden who’d bashfully turn him down.

Steve was an experienced ladies man with a reputation for being… for lack of a better term, a bit of a hometown slut.

Even if he had no practical experience with men, that didn’t stop him from exuding confidence as he moved onto his haunches and crossed the very short distance between them, forcing that mischievous little shit right back into his spot as Steve basically climbed from his hands and knees into Eddie’s lap, watching in satisfaction as all that mischief just kind of…

Drained from his face.

Drained and replaced with wide-eyed rosy cheeked surprise, his hands extended out either side of himself to avoid touching Steve’s body. Adorable.

“Maybe we should.”

“Ah—uhm—heh—y-yeah I mean—m-maybe not here though, yeah?” He talked a good game, he put on a damn fine front, but Eddie Munson wasn’t exactly swimming in cock. Wasn’t even paddling. Or wading the cock waters.

No he was mainly just suffering in queer silence on dry land with just good ol leftie and a few skin mags to make himself feel better. Although the image of Steve Harrington in his lap? Oh yeah that’d do him for a few months.

Sad that it ended so fast though, with Steve backing his perfectly plush ass right back into his seat quickly after, holding his hands up in mock surrender, accepting the stuttered rejection like a champ.

“Wherever you feel comfiest, man, but I suggest we figure that shit out fast, we don’t have long before this trip an you’ll have to meet them before we go so we’re going to have to be comfortable with each other, especially if it’s an environment where we have no excuse to not be comfortable.” If they were in public? Absolutely they’d have many excuses readily available.

The chalet? Not public. In fact it was quite big, the only reason he was so sure his parents would bring someone for him was because it was big enough that they could do their own thing for hours without crossing paths. Sure the bedrooms were close to each other but there were other rooms to fuck around in.

Damn thing had two Jacuzzi’s and a sauna. Not to mention a home cinema to fool around in.

They’d be hoping that he’d spend some easily obtained alone time with this mystery person. God he’d be being pimped out by his parents. How had his life come to this?

“You want me to meet them before we go?” He was just expecting to turn up on the day and be ‘Steve’s new boyfriend’ that they’d never met and would just have to accept would be in attendance. In that scenario he assumed Steve would just get the okay from them to have him come and that be that but—

Clearly his imagination was not even remotely true to real life. “Uhh… yeah, they’ll wanna know who they’re spending a week with, Eddie, c’mon, fake dating starts like… now…”

“So can I charge you from now?”

“Dude that’d be double—”

“Aren’t you rich?”

“I work minimum wage at Family Video for crying out loud, no I’m not rich. My parents are rich, I make enough to keep the lights on and keep my fridge stocked while they’re away. C’mon man… I can do a week, I have savings that’ll cover a week but two weeks? That’s fourteen-hundred, dude, I can’t—” Two weeks was stretching things uncomfortably far. Like… going into debt kind of far. He couldn’t ask his parents for money because they’d wanna know what it was for and for him to get a receipt and Eddie didn’t do receipts. Or refunds. “I might actually starve.”

“… Fine.” He almost argued, you live in a McMansion Steve, I live in a trailer park, but then… Steve did actually work at Family Video, wouldn’t just do that if he didn’t have to, who’s to say his parents paid for anything for him? Who’s to say they didn’t pull the ��you’re an adult now, son, we’ll let you live here but you have to pull your own weight’ shtick parents were apparently so fond of? God what if they made him pay rent?

Eddie really didn’t know anything about the Harringtons.

Steve clearly didn’t go to college, so… maybe his dad wouldn’t hire him for a role he wasn’t qualified for? Unlikely but not impossible if recent discoveries concerning Steve Harrington were to be used as a reference point. Couldn't assume anything about him. “Fine?”

“Yeah, fine. How about, instead… we stick with my original rate an call it a flat seven hundred, fifty per day, an we start now? We can head to the trailer park an figure shit out there, deduct today so it’s only six fifty cause we’re brainstorming. My uncle may be home, but he should be asleep now. He works nights. We should be fine… unless you wanna head to yours and go in blind, take a ‘we’re figuring things out together awkwardly’ approach to it?” That’d track, he could do awkward, he could probab—

“Nah, they’d never think I was awkward at dating, even though you are a guy.” Of course they wouldn’t. Their lady killer son would never be awkward about dating… he wasn’t either, that was the kicker. He’d got all the way up in Eddie’s business not five minutes ago and looked comfortable doing it, like he actually would have practiced kissing in the back of Eddie’s beat up old van.

Holy shit he could have been making out with Steve Harrington in the back of his van.

He said not here, yeah?

What the shit was his problem?!

Was he actually completely insane?

He was going to be a virgin forever.

“You good there, Ed?”

“Huh?” He squeaked. Eddie Munson did not squeak, but yet, there he was. Squeakin away. “Oh! Y-yeah yeah, just coming to an abrupt unfortunate conclusion, yep, I am a-ok completely and totally oooone-hundreeeeeee— okay I came to a very real realisation that I could have been basically making out with you for ‘practice’ in the back of my van in the bushes where nobody could interrupt us and that could have gone anywhere cause it’s comfy back here yet i decided to tell you ‘not here, yeah?’ like a perma-virgin so— yeah.”

“Jeez… maybe you could pull off the awkward boyfriend thing.”

“…So about that fourteen hundred.”

Part 6

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Get Off the Highway || Chapter 10

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Size Reader

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Warnings/tags: Enemies to lovers trope, angst, childhood trauma, eldest daughter syndrome, brief talk of religion and faith

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The book dropped on the table with a heavy thud. Sam glanced up at you quickly while you took a seat at the table.

“How is one supposed to cure a demon, uh?” You asked no one in particular, “this is ridiculous.”

Sam scoffed, “please tell me that’s everything,” he said as Dean walked in carrying files.

“Yeah,” he said back, “heh, no, not even close. See, the Men of Letters kept files on every demonic possession for the last 300 years. We got, uh, Borden, Lizzie, all the way to Crane, Ichabod.”

“Lizzie Borden was possessed?” You glanced up at Dean.

“Really?”

“What? It’s a legitimate question.”

Sam groaned dropping the files on the table, “how you’re feeling?” Dean asked him.

“Honestly,” Sam started. “My, uh—my whole-body hurts. I feel nauseous and like I’m starving at the same time. And everything smells like rotting meat.”

“I’ve had that hangover,” Dean crossed his arms over his chest. You and Sam glared up at him, “Jäger, man. Pfft. Maybe you should, uh, take a break, get some air.”

“That’s an idea,” you agreed with him.

“Only thing that’s gonna make me feel better is finishing this.” Sam turned it down.

“All right. Well, I’ll go get you some grub. Keep your strength up.”

“Morning,” Castiel greeted the room as Dean walked away. Ignoring him.

“Hi,” you timidly answered the angel.

It wasn’t everyday one found themselves in the presence of an Angel of the Lord. It was one thing to know about Castiel and another to be in his presence. Although, you had envisioned him to be much more impressive than this. Taller even. But Castiel was dressed in a trench coat, which you kinda dig, and quite shorter than Dean and Sam.

As a matter of fact, you would find that Castiel had been quite weakened by recent events, that you were not completely privy too. And from what you gathered so far, it seemed that Dean and Castiel were no longer on good terms. Or at least, Dean couldn’t stand him anymore. If the cold shoulder he was currently giving to Castiel was anything to go by.

“I like this bunker,” Castiel’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. “It’s orderly.”

“Well, give us a few months,” Sam sighed. “Dean wants to get a Ping-Pong table.”

“Heard of that. It’s a game, right?”

“Yeah,” you said slowly. “More like a sport, really?”

He bent over, letting out a groan. “You okay?” Sam asked him.

“My wound isn’t healing as quickly as I’d hoped,” Castiel sat down at the table. “But I’m getting better.” You cast your eyes down on your book. “And you’re getting worse.”

“Well, two trials down, one to go,” Sam said.

“And the final test, you know what it is?”

“I have to cure a demon.”

“Of what?”

“That’s the mystery to solve,” you commented from your spot.

“Soup’s on,” Dean walked back into the room with a tray. He put it down next to Sam. “Here you go. I think this is, uh—” he took a long sip of the beer that was destined to Sam, or so you thought. “Ah, it’s still good.”

“A half-drunk beer, um—jerky and three peanut-butter cups?” Sam listed out, unimpressed.

“Yeah, we’re running a little low,” Dean replied, you let out a snort before he glared at you. “I’ll make a run.”

“Dean, I can go with you.” Castiel volunteered. Dean didn’t acknowledge him. “Dean,” the Angel called. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Dean questioned.

“For everything.”

“Everything?” Dean repeated. “Like, uh—? Like ignoring us?” You couldn’t help but glanced at Sam, as though asking if you should be here for this conversation.

“Yes.”

“Or like bolting off with the angel tablet then losing it. Because you didn’t trust me? You didn’t trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah. No, that’s not gonna cut it. Not this time.” Dean’s tone held a finality to it. As though he’s had enough of Castiel’s lies. “So, you can take your little apology and you cram it up your ass.”

You squirmed on your chair, uncomfortable by the confrontation. You shouldn’t be in the room for that. Neither should Sam.

“Dean, I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“Yeah, you always do.”

Sam cleared his throat, breaking the tension that momentarily thickened in the room. “Hey, uh, do we have a room 7B?” He asked his brother.

“Hey, princess, do we have any popcorn left?” Dean stomped into the kitchen. You stopped scribbling on your notepad.

“Yep. Why?” You looked up to him.

“Movie night,” he announced cheerily.

“What are we watching?”

***

A grainy, white and black motion picture. Found footage, one might call it. A young woman was behind the camera speaking to a priest about a new ritual. An exorcism. The camera panned over a mirror where you caught a glimpse of the woman holding it.

“Wait—is that Abaddon?” Sam seemed to have recognized her.

“She’s not kill-y enough. It’s gotta be the, uh, the chick she possessed.” Dean replied.

You knitted your eyebrows in confusion. Apparently, the brothers had been quite busy. Grunts filled the room as the camera followed the young priest. The grunts grew louder, and the rattling of chains could be heard, as an old woman appeared on screen. Black eyed and chained to the ground, the woman seemed to have been through a lot.

“Dead. They’re all dead. Everyone you ever loved,” she threatened.

“Those chains look exactly like the ones in our dungeon,” Sam interjected.

“In your what?”

“You have a dungeon?” Both you and Castiel asked at the same time, but your questions remained unanswered.

“Demon on a leash. Cool,” Dean commented.

The possessed woman wailed as blessed water was thrown onto her. Her skin sizzling at the contact. Both priests started to recite the exorcism. You recognized a few words but something wasn’t quite right. The words sounded different; the litany seemed to have been changed. The oldest priest cut open his palm and slammed his hand over the possessed’s mouth. A blinding light spilled out of her eyes. The camera fell on the ground.

Coughing sounds were now filling the room, as the woman on the screen got back on her feet. Taking back the camera, she appeared briefly on screen before she panned over to the now deceased woman.

“What the hell?” You exclaimed.

Her chest was burst open.

“Well, that was weird, with three exclamations points.” Dean said as soon as the movie ended.

“That wasn’t a normal exorcism. They changed the words,” Sam said back.

“But why?” You questioned leaning over the table.

“I believe lustra is Latin for ‘wash’ or ‘cleanse.’” Castiel provided.

“Yeah, because that was the most freaky thing was the vocabulary,” Dean replied. “What about the, uh, bloody high-five or the chest-burster? Anything else on the film? Like director’s commentary? A sequel maybe?”

“Yeah, listen to this,” Sam moved over to Dean with his laptop and so did you. “The older priest, Max Thompson, bit the dust in ’58—but the younger one is still alive and still in St. Louis.”

“Think this kind of weird is worth the drive?” Dean asked his brother as you stood next to him.

“Dean, everything in those folders, the possessions, the deals, all of it, we’ve seen that before. But that—that was all new. Yeah, it’s worth the drive.”

“All right, let’s roll,” he agreed getting up. “Not you,” he pointed to Castiel.

“Sam is more damaged than I am,” the Angel argued back.

“Yeah, well, you know, even banged up, Sammy comes through,” Dean countered.

“Dean, I just wanna help,” Castiel said almost begging for Dean to accept his help.

“We already got all the help we need,” Dean snapped back, giving a slight nod in your direction. “Just stay here—and get better.”

You crossed yourself as you walked through the threshold. Raised Catholic, you had a complicated relationship with God. Your faith had not really wavered through the years. Still, you sometimes had a hard time understanding God’s motive for letting certain things happen to certain people. Of course, you were aware that people still had their free will and most often than not, their misfortunes or fortunes were consequences of their own choices and actions. But what about the things out of their controls? Why would he allow certain people to become parents? Why would he let wars happen still? Or natural disasters destroy entire cities? Let children suffer? Surely, a loving God would not allow that. A merciful God would spare them the pain and the heartaches.

And surely, He would not have created monsters.

Not the God you believed in anyway.

“Father Thompson had some unorthodox ideas which is why the Men of Letters were interested,” Father Simon told them.

“Unorthodox how?” Sam questioned.

“He believed demons could be saved,” the priest answered.

“What exactly do you mean, ‘saved?’”

“A demon is a human soul twisted and corrupted but its time in hell,” you intently stared at the priest as he continued. “Father Thompson believed that you could wash that taint away and restore that humanity.”

“So, what, they just stay in whatever schmuck they’re possessing—and get a ticket upstairs?” Dean asked him, skeptical.

“I wish I knew.”

“Okay, but this, this ritual can cure a demon?” Sam inquired.

“I suppose, if it worked,” Father Simon softly said. “But that night something went terribly wrong. The demon escaped into the world, and that poor old woman—it was horrible. I know Father Thompson kept trying. There were other possessions, experiments—but I couldn’t face that, not again. And then, a few months later—he was dead.”

“How did that happen?” You asked the priest.

“Something tore him apart,” he said gravelly.

“Did he keep any, uh—?” Sam suddenly coughed but kept going, “did he keep records or—?”

He coughed in his fist; it sounded dry and painful. You winced. When he opened his fist there was blood in his palm. Sam glanced at his brother.

He cleared his throat, “you have a bathroom, maybe?”

The priest pointed to the back of the church, and Sam left the pew quickly. “Is he all right?” Father Simon asked Dean.

“Uh—” Dean stood up, you glanced up at him. “No, Padre. He’s pretty damn far from all right. That’s why we’re here.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Well, the short story is, Sammy there is gonna take whatever shredded your friend and every other black-eyed bitch out there and he’s gonna get rid of them, for good.”

“He is? In his condition?”

“Over the past couple of months, I’ve seen him do crap that I didn’t even think was possible. I mean, sure, he’s miserable and he’s hurting, but you know what? There’s not a doubt in my mind that he’s gonna cross that finish line. Not one. So, will you help us?”

“I’ll get Father Thompson’s things for you.”

“Thank you.”

Father Simon left you both in the pews. Dean sat back down next to you. “Are you okay?” You asked quietly.

“Yeah,” he replied quickly.

“You’re not—but I’ll take that answer for now,” you stared at the cross on top of the altar.

There was nothing you could say to make him feel better. Dean was worried for his brother. And frankly, so were you. You did not know much about the trials, and the sort of forces the brothers were up against. All you knew, was that they decided that it was their burden to carry. That they would do what they needed to for the greater good. But it wasn’t without consequences.

The trials were taking their tolls on Sam’s body. He was deteriorating as the days went by. Coughing up blood, the constant fever, the chills, and Sam was barely sleeping or eating. Sam was slowly dying. Even their angel friend couldn’t cure him or at least, stall the inevitable. You hoped that after the last trial, after curing the demon as he was supposed to, Sam would only get better.

That was what you hoped for.

With all Father Thompson’s belongings, you and the brothers drove back to the bunker. There was so much in that box. All of his researches, his experiments, notebooks. So many things that could help the brothers—or rather Sam overcome the third trial and come out the other side stronger.

“I can’t find Cass,” Sam stepped into the war room while you were deep into one of Father Thompson’s notebooks. “You think he blew town?”

“Sounds like him,” Dean said back. “So, it turns out that, uh, Father Thompson recorded all of his demon-cure tests.”

“Pretty gruesome stuff, I’d say,” you commented not taking your eyes off of the page.

“This one here, this was the last one. Two days before he died.”

***

“The date is August 3rd, 1958. This is trial 19, hour one. My subject is Peter Kent. Mr. Kent is the father of two young sons—"

You listened intently to the voice recording. Father Thompson was doing it alone this time, At the sounds of chains clanking, you deduced the possessed man was in shackles while Father Thompson was attempting to cure him.

Father Thompson went through the trouble of extracting his own purified blood. And injected it in the man’s body. Six injections, it took for this man to finally break through possession. Although, you weren’t entirely sure about this. Did he cure the demon of all evil? Or had he saved a man from possession?

“Did he just cure a demon?” Sam questioned, in awe of Father Thompson’s accomplished.

“Maybe,” Dean replied. “Can we take this hoodoo on a test drive?”

“Um,” Sam turned a page from the notebook. “I mean, I have the exorcism right here, all we need is the blood—consecrated ground and a demon.”

“What?” Your eyes shifted from a brother to the other. Confused.

“So, what, we summon a demon, trap it—?”

“Or we use one that we’ve already tagged.” Dean said. “Do we still have Dad’s old, uh Army field-surgeon’s kit?”

“It’s in the trunk. Why?”

“Yeah, I think it’s time we put Humpty Dumpty back together again.”

“Humpty Dumpty?”

“Bucko, wait!” You rushed after him, “Dean, would you stop for a minute?” you grabbed his arm to stop him.

He turned around, his eyebrows high on his forehead, looking down at your hand on his arm. “It’s final, Princess. You’re not coming with us on this one.”

You let go of his arm, “yeah, you made that pretty clear. Which I have to say it’s pretty hurtful and rude.” He turned to face you, rolling his eyes, and crossing his arms over his chest. “But I have a few questions?”

“I don’t have time for this.”

“Who’s Humpty Dumpty? And do you actually have a demon on layaway?”

“It’s more complicated than that and I don’t really have time to explain,” Dean started to turn away.

“So, that’s it. You’re just gonna go in head first, not knowing if it’s really going to work.”

“That’s the point of the test drive.”

“And why should I stay back?”

“Look, Princess, this is between me and Sam, and those sons of bitches. And we’re going to finish this.” He argued back. “And I don’t need you to get involved now. We need to do this on our own.”

You scoffed, “right. I get it. You don’t trust me. You still don’t think I’m capable of handling myself.” It was your turn to walk away from him. “Good luck, Winchester.”

And he was his turn to hold you back, “hey! Hey! Don’t put words in my mouth, okay? I know you can handle yourself. I’ve seen it, sweetheart. But this is different, okay?”

“How?”

“Damn it, woman! Can you just do what I’m asking you for once?”

Your lips curled up at the end, in spite of yourself. “Woman?” You repeated, cocking up an eyebrow.

“You think this is funny, uh?”

“I know it isn’t,” you answered, your eyes boring into his green ones. “You’re worried about Sam. About the trials. You, guys, are literally betting your lives on this. I get it, okay? I just wished I could help more, that’s all.” He opened his mouth to protest, you shushed him quickly, placing your index on his plump lips. “I’ll stay, alright? Doing as I am told by you—for once.”

He grabbed your wrist and pulled your index away from his lips, “about damn time, Princess.”

“Don’t push it, Bucko.” You countered, “But if you need anything—”

“I know.”

Your eyes roamed over his face, taking in every small detail, from his freckled nose to red lips. His tongue darted out to wet them. Your eyes snapped back up to his green and beautiful eyes. Suddenly, highly aware of your close proximity, of his rough fingers around your soft wrist. A flush crept up your neck as Dean imperceptibly leant in closer.

“Hey,” Sam came around the corner. “You’re ready?”

As though the very touch of him had burnt you, you ripped your wrist away from his grip. Stepping away from him.

Dean cleared his throat, “yeah, just give me a minute.” He stepped away from you, without sparing you a glance and disappeared in his room.

“You’re okay?” Sam questioned you while you walked up to him.

“Yeah,” you answered, your voice slightly squeaky. “Your brother is just very stubborn.”

“Yeah, he is,” Sam snorted. “You know he means well, right?”

“I know he’s worried about you,” you said back.

You heard Dean’s boots thudding against the floor from behind you, “alright, let’s go.”

“You be careful, okay?”

Sam gave you a small smile, and a slight nod before walking away. Dean touched your back as he walked by, his eyes finding yours immediately. Your lips turned up quickly, and soon his back was facing you.

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Rio Meets the Avengers 2

The thrilling follow up to Rio Meets the Avengers, now with 100% more Agatha

“Nat, the weird not-breathing lady is back again.”

“She didn’t do anything last time, leave her alone.”

“Okay, sure. Only—Tony’s talking to her.”

“…Why? What’s he saying?”

“…I think he’s flirting."

****

“Fancy meeting a girl like you in a warzone like this.”

“…She’s here!! She’s here she’s here she’s actually here.”

”Who—and she just disappeared. Okay, let's scratch that line off the list.”

**** “Agatha!!!"

“Ah! …Oh. It’s you. What are you doing here??”

“Heh. Hehehehehe….its been so long and that’s all you have to say to me??”

“What else should I—hey, whoa, no touching!"

“You’ve been hiding from me. I missed you so much.”

“Somehow you’ve grown even weirder and creepier since I've been gone. …Hey, want to see something?"

"Only you."

"…Right, ignoring that. Look over there, you see her? The woman throwing around massive amounts of magic without any kind of spell or incantation at all?"

“I do.”

“Wanda Maximoff. Don’t let the ridiculous superhero stuff fool you, I swear she’s got power like you wouldn’t be—“

“Agatha. Why are you telling me this?”

“Ugh, okay, fine. You don’t find my pet projects interesting anymore. So what do you want?”

“…No, wait, keep talking.”

“No, no, I assume you want to fight or exchange barbed witticisms or whatever it is we used to do. I wouldn’t want to bore you talking about the latest witch I’m planning to kill.”

“I want to hear it.”

“...Fine. So what was I saying—right, the Darkhold, you know, the book of dark magic I’ve been using to hide from you?”

“…Are you deliberately trying to annoy me?”

“Always. Is it working?”

"Honestly? I think I've even missed how annoying you are."

“Ew. …You know, I said no touching, but you could come a little closer.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, about there is good. Familiar, anyway. No doing that weird thing where you chew on my hair, though.”

“…Agatha, did you miss m—“

“Don’t be ridiculous. In fact, don’t talk. Just…stay close and listen. So in the Darkhold, there’s a whole chapter on the Scarlet Witch…”

**** "She's got a friend now."

"Who?"

"The not-breathing lady."

"Oh. What are they doing?"

"…Flirting?"

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#agatha all along #agatha x rio #agathario #This probably isn't canon for anything else I write but it is super-cute to think about #also don't ask me what point in MCU canon this is IDK

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desireunleash · 6 months ago

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I'll be writing this in a hurry bc I can't break my yearly tradition (been doing it since 2016 ig? heh). didn't want to let the last day of the year go by on a blank page, we need to write a decent ending to this rather... something-year.

how is everyone doing? is it 25 already for you already? how many hours still left for some of you? as I am writing this, it's still '24 here but I already hear the few fireworks going off in the distance. every end of the year, i wonder if the next 365 days are about to be any better. do you guys think we will finally kick it off and enter a turning point? (the best one yet?) I'd like to think so.

these past few months have been a hassle (personally it was very harsh ngl) but we've managed to survive, didn't we? I remember thinking back in '23 that "next year will be different. we'll finally be okay!!!" - oh well. to each one of you here, let's please not just survive again. let's breathe this time instead, take one step at a time, yeah? we've got time. quite literally so much of it. why rush? why run into things like we are running out of time? nope. it's always just another 365 days ahead after all. phew!

as the honorary older sister to (probably most of) you guys, in case you didn't get to hear it at all: I am so, so proud of you! despite the heaviness of all the personal burdens you've carried on your back (possibly all on your own) this whole time, you are still here, standing like nothing can, nor will break you again. (you're much stronger than you might ever give yourself credit for. big sisters know better, just listen!)

you better not skip your meals, your showers, your end-of-the-year plans, and all that. but you definitely better not skip yourself. don't listen to the wrong words coming from the wrong people. they don't know you. you are not too much, you never were. never will be! don't leave yourself out of the plans, set a plate for YOU at the table too, pour yourself something to drink, cheer you on into the new year. and don't forget to include your own name for once in your priority list, yeah? I want to see you again next year. I need you around to celebrate it again this time, a year from now.

to everyone, whether you're with family or not - with anyone at all, or spending it alone somehow like me, I hope you don't feel too alone tonight. to those who are specifically not in the most festive mindset, and to those who feel out of place, I'm sending you more than just a wish upon the stars to a happy new year right now. I'm holding your hand and walking through it with you just to let you know that we'll be okay. just hold my hand, I'm not leaving you alone until you're good to go again. pinky promise! 🫂🩵

thank you guys for yet another year. even if I'm not the most vocal about it, I truly adore each one of you. I feel like this site has become more than just a few people gathered together to share an interest or two. you guys are like distant friends, long-time besties somehow. I'll see you guys next time (in a couple of hours). happiest new years!

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#there's no cute pic this time bc this was truly just in a hurry lol #jst wanted to come back for a beat just to throw in a last minute appreciation post 🫂❤️#love u guys hope u read up til the end heh if not that's fine i still love u 🫶💘

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redflagshipwriter · 1 year ago

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Hi, it's Tim (just Tim) chapter 6

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San Francisco was a breath of fresh air. It would have been better if Dick wasn’t shepherding him there like the world’s most anxious and chatty herding dog. Tim halfway wanted to make a break for it to see if Dick would bark at him.

He nobly resisted the urge. He actually hadn’t gotten in trouble for going no contact. Incredibly, Bruce hadn’t noticed that he had been with Superboy. He must really be wound up about the Red Hood.

Speaking of- “What’s the Red Hood done that makes B think I’m the target to be concerned about?” Tim asked.

Dick looked a little ill. He clearly didn’t want to answer. “Well, he’s been pretty clear,” he said apologetically. “Very clear. A lot of metaphors about breaking off your wings that B is taking pretty seriously. It’s like English class all over again,” he complained. Dick scrunched up his face and gestured wildly with his long elegant hands. “There was this like, poetic reference that I didn’t get, but it was about stomping on a bird and crushing all their bones under your boot. B had to look it up.” He cocked his head to the side at the end.

…This guy was referencing poets B didn't know offhand, and they were meant to think he was some big scary thug?

“...So he’s, uh, well-read, then,” Tim concluded, adding it to the very short list of things they knew about the Red Hood. “Loser.”

“We shouldn’t say that,” Dick demurred, which meant ‘lol yeah.”

Tim gave the older bird a judgemental look for even trying as Dick typed in pass codes for Titan Tower. That was their whole thing as Bats. They took information and made deductions. This particular deduction made him feel cockier. While the big bad Red Hood had been wasting time reading, Tim had been studying the blade and uh, making out with a really hot guy. Heh. He couldn't hold in the self satisfied smirk. Hood was a loser. He could use his time much better than by reading moldy old books.

Dick stayed long enough to get Tim settled, but he was clearly anxious to get back to Gotham.

Tim was torn. On the one hand, he did not like essentially being benched. But… Well, he wasn't benched outside of Gotham, Tim decided, wandering through the shared kitchen and rummaging around for a snack. He could go on any Titans mission that came up. He opened the fridge and squinted suspiciously at something in the vegetable crisper.

He had always assumed someone really liked potatoes. But knowing what he did now, he wondered if those were Kon’s groceries. Did the guy just eat raw fruit like some kind of lunatic?

…Maybe no one kept potatoes there after all. He had thought it was weird since he never really saw anyone cook. Tim picked the suspect up and sniffed at it. This ugly thing was a fruit?

Well. He was brave and he was bold. Tim bit through the skin. His teeth sank in with much less resistance than he expected: not a raw potato. It tasted okay. This was Kon’s favorite flavor? Tim had another bite and mulled it over. It was alright. It wasn’t exactly bacon and artichoke pizza or sour cherry candy, though.

Huh. He shut the fridge door with his hip and made his way to his room, planning to drop off his travel bag.

A window opened and slammed shut nearby. Tim detoured to see who it was. His heart beat hard against his chest when he rounded the corner.

“Superboy,” he said casually, as if he hadn't been making out with the guy a couple hours ago.

“Hey, Rob.” Kon breezed past, obviously lost in thought. He stopped midair and frowned. “Do you smell mango?”

Tim hid the half eaten fruit in his utility belt. “No. Maybe you're just hungry.”

Gaslight gatekeep girlbossing worked, as always. Kon let out a “huh,” cocked his head, and zipped away to the kitchen.

Ah, hell. Tim realized he was smiling like a dope to the empty hallway. He wiped the expression from his face and hoped that no one ever reviewed that section of security tape. How embarrassing.

He hid away in his room for a while, letting tactics and plans stew away in his mind. He was hyper aware of the fact that Kon was somewhere in the tower. Was anyone else? He didn't know. He should check.

While he was at it, he should try and hack into whatever B was hiding about the Red Hood on the bat computer. Tim spun idly in his desk chair as he thought it over. Bruce was being twitchy. He wanted Tim so far away from the situation that Tim knew in his gut it would eventually be his problem. That was how this shit always worked; the most dramatic thing possible would happen.

He emerged from his room to find Kon in some kind of argument with Cassie. Tim decided to stay way the fuck away from that. He steered to the living room. Raven looked up from her book, expression flatly unamused.

“Robin.” She acknowledged. Then she looked away.

She was in a great mood, then.

He checked through the logs: it was just the four of them. As Tim watched, Cassie's status dinged to display ‘out of the tower’.

Just the three of them, then. And Raven wasn't going to come seek anyone out.

Tim went Kon hunting. Kon was sprawled out in his room, tossing something up and down. It glittered where it caught the air.

“Superboy,” he said, leaning on the doorframe casually. Did it look casual? Did it look douchey? Tim stood up straight before Kon looked up.

“Hey, Rob,” Kon said. He flashed his toothiest grin at Tim. Fuck, he was pretty. “Did you want something?”

“Yeah, I wanted to talk. Can I come in?”

Kon sat up on his elbows. “Come right the hell in, my dude.” He cocked his head to the side and a curl fell over his face. “Everything alright?” A smile tugged one half of his mouth up mischievously. “Come sit on my lap and tell me all about it.”

The thing was that Kon said shit like that all the time. He said it to Tim, he said it to Cassie, he said it to any number of civilians. Tim had thought that Kon was just being kind of a bitch to him.

“Thanks,” he said easily, and sat with his knees on either side of Kon’s thighs.

Kon’s mouth fell open. Tim waited, but no sound came out.

“I was actually wondering- you say things like that to me a lot,” Tim continued, feeling very smug. Haha, Kon hadn't just been needling him. He'd been pulling pigtails. He wanted Tim, what a loser. “A guy starts to get the impression that you're interested. And…” he dragged his gaze pointedly down Kon’s perfect body. “I'm not disinterested,” he finished coyly.

“Robin.” Kon swallowed visibly. “I uh. I'm really flattered.”

Ah. Fuck. Tim had a very bad feeling.

“I'm kind of seeing someone at the moment.” Kon’s voice cracked. “If- if I hadn't been, I would be all over this. But I am. So.” His hands hovered uselessly a few inches from Tim’s sides.

Well then. Tim slid off Kon’s lap. He didn't let howling frustration show on his face. He was cock blocking himself. “I see,” he said simply. “No worries. I'll see you around.”

“Right.” Kon’s voice cracked again. He shoved his hands in his pockets. His eyes were wild.

Wow. Okay, so life isn't fair. It was good to know. Tim sulked his way back to his room. Well no, actually, he hated this information a lot. But it was useful for his prediction models. He should have known better than to think things would work out.

On the one hand, Kon was apparently loyal to his flavor of the week. Tim could choose to appreciate that, since he was flavor for early September.

Or he could be mad that he'd apparently chosen the wrong ID to flirt with Kon under. He paced an angry circuit in his room around the pile of things he was going to eventually reconstruct. Hell. Fuck. This sucked. Kon had a crush on Robin, the guy he actually knew. What a wasted opportunity!

He calmed down enough to think.

Of course that was when sirens went off. Tim booked it to the landing pad, pulling up the alert on his wrist computer on the way.

They had a mission. Okay. Tim compartmentalized away all the mortification. He could deal with it after they got back.

#red just tim #timkon #tim drake

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thephonemenarentreal · 2 months ago

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A silly thing that lived in the brainrot of my mind for days.... finally edited to post <3 I am a sucker for opposites attract over mutual feelings of hurt.

Think this covers as a Part one... and like, maybe more parts. Because I am a sucker for this crap and need an outlet 83

Title: Mysterious Fathoms Below Part One <<Current Chapter>>

PART TWO PART THREE

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Canon-typical violence; playful babies, this some Disney level fluff, Whistle’s unrelenting teasing and cursing of the titan with “shy people are cute” feelings; implied naughty thoughts of what an electric touch would feel like

Characters: Titan Speakerman, Charybdis (OC; semi-titan Camera OC faction Conglomerate)

Guest Staring: Whistle (Belongs to @tabieeee because of the witty teasing banter between chief engineer and silly fly son. Also mention of the tailor a certain engineer is sweet on. Circuit (Belongs to @Pughat because ship is needed for sassy cameo)

Summary: A chance encounter leads to something a little more, a little complicated, and a house divided as surely as Romeo and Juliet, with a touch of tragedy and yearning that comes under the terror of a war. Feelings of any kind though tend to grow in the strangest of places, starting with the simplest of playful meetings.

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“All clear ahead. ETA still set for 1600,”

“Copy that,”

“Having a nice time out there?”

The Titan Speakerman gave a tilt of their head at the question that came over the comm from his chief engineer, giving a glance about. There was some cloud cover over the ocean today, but the weather remained balmy and the surging surf below remained calm, if uninteresting and expansive as it had for the last two hours.

“Weather is nice for flying, although gets kind of boring looking at the same ocean. Just flat expanses of water everywhere,” the titan finally settled on with a shrug.

“Heh, well, if you see a mermaid out there, give her a kiss for me, will ya?”

The titan speakerman let out a snort as they jetted along, moving fast above the surging body of water below, giving a rumble that could have been an eye roll, “Sure, chief engineer. Will just get right down in the water and do that,”

“Do it above the water. You aren’t as water proof as titan cameraman,”

“I know that,”

“Just a reminder in case you want to try and become a sea speaker or something,”

There was another rolling rumble of a speaker version of an eyeroll, but the titan didn’t comment back. They were very well aware of their specs and well aware that aquatic maneuverability was not on their list of attributes as more focus was put into speed and aerial support.

Titan Cameraman was built to be able to take more hits and as such, a bit more water tight than other the titans when it came to being submerged. Or maybe that was just the chief engineer of the Cameraman faction realizing that the giant cameraman had a like of water and had worked to make him more water tight. For the Titan speakerman however, a plunge into the ocean and staying in the water too long would lead to some not so pleasant flooding of their speakers, a breakdown of their jet systems, and probably end up in a weird state of half drowned burn out, sinking to the bottom of the ocean to be crushed to death.

Not something the more flight-oriented titan cared to happen. Thus they stayed comfortably above the water, just below the clouds, and well away from the ocean.

“Everything good out there still?”

The titan gave a hum back to their chief engineer over the com, rolling lazily over in mid-air, “Yeah. Same old ocean as reported a minute ago,”

“Getting sassy are we?”

“Getting worried I decided to swim?”

“Maybe a little. You sometimes do some dumb shit,”

He could hear his chief engineer, Whistle give a chuckle over the com and could imagine her leaning against her desk. Calm and cheerful, but the titan was well aware she worried about them. She worried about them a lot after all that had happened. Maybe she was right to worry.

Since the whole parasite incident and the fallout in the faction from it, the titan speakerman would admit it didn’t feel like their mind was in the right space much anymore. Coming to in that moment, seeing their own faction burst apart and only to be told just how many they had killed, all that all the death and destruction on their hands, it was hard to cope at times. A factor made even worse by knowing how many of their own family had been destroyed. That the speaker faction was barely cobbled together and constantly playing catch up now in terms of everything. From resources to research, they were running a sprint trying to keep up. Titan Speakerman was well aware of the comments made behind closed doors, the arguments of how much they had cost the faction and the lack of faith in the speakers to step up.

Which had made it hard to act like a leader when every choice felt like it held more and more weight and more more judgment attached to it. Everything that they said or did, always felt wrong given how higher ups and other speakers looked on at him with a quiet sort of disdain. A sense of paranoia had started to creep up, even if the titan speakerman didn’t want to admit that he felt a stranger in their own faction. Or maybe it was just their own guilt ripping away anything pleasant and leaving a gnawing sense of inadequacy and depression behind.

It led to spiraling thoughts, moments of heightened distress that the titan speakerman hated he couldn’t keep in. That anger and violence and depression and- it was growing to be too much even with having to sit with a therapist and try to talk it out.

What was there to talk about when no one understood what it felt like to be a monster?

Whistle had been the one to put forth the idea of running routine patrols, both to test long flight capabilities with an eye towards increasing the distance and time that the titan speakerman could spend in the air as well as looking towards upgrades for higher altitude flying. Not to mention there was now more stake in protecting Alliance water to maintain shipping lanes for supplies. All things the higher ups agreed upon. For the Titan Speakerman though, it was an excuse to get away from the base, away from everything, and enjoy in the pleasure of freedom that flight gave. All they had to do was keep an eye out for enemies, keep well away from the water, and chat with their chief engineer. It was away from prying eyes and also had some purpose in helping to secure Alliance waters which had been woefully neglected save for a pint-size navy and a single semi-titan ship.

It was refreshing and the titan always felt better on these flights where the only obligations were not to crash and take out anything that came into Alliance waters that had no business being there.

Simple. Straightforward. And just time to talk over the com with Whistle until it almost felt like how things were before.

“Picking up strange signals out there and a report of the flagship Circuit having issues,”

The voice of his chief engineer had the titan rolling back over, crossing their arms, “Skibidi related?”

“Nearby Alliance demi-titan Circuit and her crew reported instrument issues if you want to do a fly by and see if they are being scrambled,” Whistle said, “Also they report that the Conglomerate mobile base may be close by so keep frosty,”

The Titan gave a displeased rumble at that, “Conglomerates,” he grumbled, “Would they dare to shoot at me?”

“Don’t think so, but I don’t trust those yellow-bellied rattlesnakes as far as I can throw em. Best keep your distance if spotted,”

“Or give them a pot shot for the trouble they cause,” the titan grumbled, cutting his jets and doing a sharp turn to head in the direction of where the alliance ship had pinged.

“Says the one that still wants to go to one of those big parties,”

The titan gave a rumbling huff in response, “That is different! That is just music and dance and it seems everyone in the faction but me has gone to it!”

“I told you love, I would take you next time and be your chaperon,”

“...Usually people don’t want to go to parties with their parental figures,”

“Yeah, but I would worry about you. So just want to go for my own piece of mind yeah?”

The titan speakerman fell silent, perhaps wincing a bit as they knew what she really meant. Having seen them get...taken over by that parasite had made Whistle far more protective and wanting to ensure that they were kept safe.

“I know,” the speakerman dipped lower towards the ocean, following the ping in the direction of where the warship, Circuit, was making her rounds, “It will be fun either way, right?”

“Right,” Whistle said warmly, “How can it be a bad time with me there?”

The titan gave a hum in agreement, although they began to reduce their speed as they spotted the flagship warship of the Alliance fleet in the distance. As the titan drew closer though, very quickly the giant speaker techno could feel the trouble that was going on in these waters. There was a buzzing in their communications array that gave the titan pause and a tilt of the head. The feeling felt like when the skibidi tried to jam communication, although this one felt more powerful, less like someone stopping it and more like how it felt when skirting the edge of one of the massive storms that could form over the ocean. The titan let out a rumble, now reaching out as well to try and pinpoint the source but it was almost impossible which was a worrying amount of system scrambling even in the aftermath of whatever happened.

“Something is out here messing with communications and electrical systems,” the titan commented back to his chief engineer, “Feeling it myself,”

“Not doing too much damage I hope?”

“Nothing has been offline for me, but you sound like you are talking through a wall,”

Ahead the warship was coming into view, chugging along through waves although it began to slow down as the titan approached, the turrets turning as if to greet him with a small bob up and down and the titan speakerman slowed to a halt, jets realigning to allow for a hover above the water as they regarded the ship below.

“Report came in you were having electrical trouble?”

“I’m not having any trouble!” the ship huffed.

“Minor issues that caused some concerns about cooling the core,” one of the crew members on the ship, most likely the captain said with a quick salute, “Been like that here and there and we believe the source is a Conglomerate unit in operation,”

The titan blew out a rumble of annoyance, “How sure are you?”

“One-hundred percent sure,” Circuit, the ship, retorted with an annoyed flick of their turrets, “We sail these waters all the time and have to encounter the Conglomerates and radio them. The captain is usually pretty open about disturbances,”

“You talk with them?”

“Ship safety reasons,” Circuit’s captain said quickly, “The Conglomerate captain wants to avoid a fight and best to know where each ship is going to avoid unnecessary collisions sir,”

“Not really avoiding a fight if something of theirs is messing with electrical systems,” the titan drawled.

Circuit flicked her turrets, almost as if trying to avoid eye contact, if a ship could do that, “I…may have spooked the individual in question and they let out an electrical burst in response. They are harmless usually,”

“Usually?”

“They have cleared out of the area given that our systems are back online. Just some residual static, so not an issue to be concerned with at the time,” The captain said with a wave of the hand, “But we appreciate the check in titan,”

The titan speakerman gave a rumble in acknowledgment, but glanced to the side and down into the dark water below, “Try to avoid getting too friendly with the Conglomerate. They aren’t allies of the Alliance,”

“Of course sir!”

“Yep! We are keeping our distance,” Circuit said with another wave of their turrets, voice far too innocent and cheerful, “Very professional ship safety relationship and just talking about shared ship things to watch out for. All ship-shape here,”

“Right,” the titan speakerman’s jets re-aligned and with a burst, they were back off over the water, flying backwards, face up to the sky before doing a twirl in the air to re-orient themselves to point forward again. Such little tricks in the air were always fun to pull off and over the ocean, there was far more room to do so and less chances of colliding with something.

The crackle of static still continued in the communication and he raised a hand to give a gentle smack to the side of his head, “Communication is still all messed up,”

“So did you talk with Circuit?”

“They say they spooked some Conglomerate unit and it let off a discharge that caused the incident and nothing to worry about despite it all seeming like something to worry about if a discharge could knock out and still continue to mess with equipment,” the titan said, voice flat with slight annoyance, “And apparently talking to the Conglomerate captain or something for ship safety reasons,”

“Makes sense. The mobile base of the Conglomerate contains a lot of civilian units, not just criminal masterminds and shady executives,” Whistle said with a sigh, “There are rumors in high command about making some sort of deal to house more human survivors with them given their more secure position and ability to provided for their needs,”

“Seriously?”

“Oh don’t be like that. Weirder allies have been made,”

“You don’t like it either,”

The chief engineer went silent before she let out a whistle of a sigh, “No, but beggars can’t be choosers in war. Sometimes things happen and you got to do what you got to do,”

The Titan Speakerman gave a frustrated rumble as they moved across the water. It didn’t sit well to deal with the neutral faction, especially with how much crime and shady business crawled out of that place. A few good intentions weren’t enough to clear out the mind worm addiction, stealing of Alliance talent, and general concerning experiments going on. The titan gave a glance downwards to the water and the expanse of water was still there, capped white with the swell of waves, but they paused, head tilting as there was something moving below the waves now.

There was his own shadow moving over the surface, but there was another large shadowy mass moving below the waves. At first the titan speakerman thought it some sort of whale as it was big enough to put a blue whale to shame, but as they continued along, it was clear enough that it was keeping pace easily with them. The titan gave a rumble, tensing a bit and moving faster.

Whatever was below the water though increased its pace, once more catching up and leaving a wake even as it moved beneath the waves.

“You are moving fast,” Whistle commented, “Something up?”

“Something is in the water,”

“That isn’t spooky at all,”

“I don’t know what it is,” The titan turned in midair, changing directions to start moving backwards, watching as the thing under the water did the same, still keeping up with them below the water and out of sight save the shadowy outline of its mass, “It’s fast,”

“Aggressive?”

“No,” the titan gave a louder roll of their bass speakers, maybe trying to use a bit more of echolocation to get a feel for the size of whatever was down there, although all that came back was a garble of static that was hard to sort out, “I can’t get any readings on it other than it is big,”

“Bigger than you?”

“No, more semi-titan if I had to place it,” the titan said, changing directions, watching as the thing under the waves did the same, seemingly content to follow them like a little game, “Just sort of following me around,”

“Just don’t get close,”

The titan gave a grumble in response, having heard his chief engineer. They continued to change directions, picking up speed and finding it rather impressive that the thing in the water could keep up. Whatever it was, it was fast, made for the water as surely as they were made for the skies. Whistle’s warning was in the back of their mind, but curiosity to know what it was below them had the titan starting to lower closer to the water. Later they could just pretend there was a communication error. The titan angled their chest before diving down towards the water suddenly, pulling up at the last minute to blast jets over the waves, splashing up the water to see how whatever the thing was would react.

The figure in the water pulled back, before surging up, a spout of water shooting up, causing the titan to move to the side. Not anything dangerous, more of what could be a returning splash. The titan couldn’t help a small chuckle at that, a playful rumble as they took off, close enough to the water to leave a wide wake behind them. Below, the figure was moving and this close, it was easier to make out what could be a head, more boxy and kind of vaguely like a camera as well as a humanoid form, although it was impossible to get more details. The spread of what looked like wings gave the figure under the water the look of some large manta ray.

If the titan sped up, so did they. Every time the titan changed directions, moving around in zig-zags and sharp turns, the thing in the water did the same, like a mirrored image. There was something…playful in all this. The titan found themselves giving more a chuckle, pulling off more elaborate moves, moving backwards and sideways, fast and slow, watching their hidden water counterpart do the same.

“Something up? You are moving around the GPS like Right after a laser pointer,” Whistle commented.

The titan paused, silent for a moment before answering, “Just, you know, seeing something,”

“Seeing something?”

“They follow what I’m doing. It is…kind of fun?”

There was a louder hum of embarrassment at admitting that. Not to mention if anyone were to see them whizzing around in circles, pulling off aerial tricks and splashing feet along the surface of the ocean like a child in the park, they might just put themselves in the ocean to die of embarrassment. There was no hiding all that from Whistle though. The chief engineer could detect even the smallest lie from a mile away. The problem was the titan speakerman was very painfully aware he would never live to hear the end of it.

“Oh? Having fun are we?”

“Just a little,”

“Been a while since I’ve seen you actually do something playful like that in a long time,” Whistle commented, “How about we up the ETA to give you time to play with your new friend hm?”

“Not a friend. Just…something,”

The Titan hovered in the air, looking down at the large watery figure. Lights flickered on like they circled a head with a center lens. It had the speaker tilting their head curiously. It was a techno of some sort, camera by the looks of it, but they hadn’t heard of any camera that was completely aquatic unless it was titan cameraman.

If it was his fellow titan though, it wouldn’t make sense for why they wouldn’t come out of the water and the alignment of the lights wasn’t correct for titan cameraman, nor was the size correct. Now though, it was revealing more of itself, if only just the lights of its head. The titan moved down closer, hovering nearly horizontal to the water with a low, but friendly hum of their speakers before daring to try and communicate with their mysterious mirror image in the water.

“So, you have a name or something?”

There was no response, save the figure ducking down further down, the lights winking out.

“Is it an embarrassing name?”

Again, no response, only a sudden turn as they suddenly jetted off. The Titan Speakerman let out a huff as they took off after it, catching up and now the one on the chase, following where it went. The shape in the water was fast and at times moved closer to the surface, almost showing more of their figure and letting a single fin slide up through the water like a shark before diving down. The titan let out an eager little trill following the other around and around before coming to a halt as suddenly they dove down deep and out of sight into the depths below.

The titan paused, hovering there a moment with a small sound, almost a whine as it seemed the game was now over.

“Something wrong?”

“They left,”

“Well, sometimes it is like that,” Whistle said, “Any luck on guessing what it was?”

“Don’t know. Maybe a camera,” the titan said, giving a slow circling about the area, but there was no sign of the strange techno and the static feeling was soon gone as well, leaving them alone to hover in the sky.

“Well, best hurry yourself back to base now. I don’t think the higher ups are going to accept whimsy playing with unidentified unit on the ocean as an excuse,”

The titan Speakerman hovered a moment, letting out a loud booming shriek as if that would summon whoever it was back, but there was no response. Disappointment settled even if they were well aware of how childish that was. It was just some shadow, some odd unit playing around. They shook their head before bursting away, rising back higher into the air and back on their previous trajectory.

“You got awfully quiet,”

“Just don’t have anything to say,”

“Or your sulking,”

“Am not,”

They probably were, just a little bit. Because for that moment, it had been fun and...it had been so easy to forget about everything to just focus on the game. It wasn’t like training or fighting with other titans. The whole experience was different, although why, they couldn’t put their finger on it.

Just different in a way that had made their core warm a bit.

“Look sharp, detecting incoming-”

The titan speakerman barely moved back as a hail of bullets flew past them. The flying titan quickly turned in midair, already locking onto a trio of grinning toilets starting to close in on their position that seemed to just come out of thin air. An angry roar erupted from the titan at the near hit, every speaker bristling with that growing rage. That famliar anger had been something the titan had started to carry ever since they had been infested and sometimes they still weren’t sure if it was there or something residual and broken in their program.

Whatever the source, that anger had them seeing red and with another loud scream, they were recklessly charging forward at the three toilets. Each one was a mechanical nightmare, more swirling rings and wicked grins barely seen under a helmet than most skibidi were like. It was unusual, that was for sure, but then, with the skibidi, anything was possible. One ugly thing was the same as any other.

The titan ducked out of the way, shooting off shots as the toilets seemed to vanish briefly, reappearing elsewhere just as quickly. A frustrated sound rose up in the titan’s speakers as he peppered the water with shots, putting their speed to use to keep ahead of the three strange skibidis, making shots where they could between the hail of fire sent their way. For now, their speed and the cloud cover were allowing the Titan Speakerman to keep ahead of their attacks, able to use the cover to get out of view. The skies were the titan’s territory and they knew well how to fight where they had the advantages.

One hand went to their knife as they burst upwards over the clouds before cutting their jets and all sound, quietly falling back into the thick cloud cover. Echolocation at frequency far below skibidi hearing made it easy to ping where each toilet was and the titan speakerman ready his knife, poised as they fell as one of the strange skibidis moved right into their strike range.

The thing only managed a single gurgled yell before the titan grabbed it with one hand, yanking it back. With another jerk, the titan plunged their large knife down its throat, digging into the toilet bowl itself, dispatching one of the toilets with bloody ease. The other two rushed in, those grins wiped away to expressions of twisted fury. The titan just snarled right back, a booming sound that rumbled their basses all the way to the core before shooting forward, sending shots their way. The two toilets peeled off in different directions to avoid the bullets and the titan quickly pulled up to avoid getting caught in the cross hairs of both. One of the toilets though moved in to close and with a sudden burst, the titan speakerman barreled into it, grasping onto the head and letting out a loud, hellish screech that burst through the helmet of the thing, blood and gore spurting out.

However, just as the titan speakerman was letting go of the second awful thing they were struck hard from the side. The titan roared, struggling as they tried to turn, but the toilet had momentum with the hit and were bodily pushing the titan downwards, through the clouds and back towards where the ocean swirled in white capped waves. The titan speakerman only roared and howled louder, but shifted to get their jets pointed down just before colliding with the ocean, hovering above it as the toilet pushed down. The angle was too off to get their knife in for a good hit, the blade cracking off metal and porcelain without finding purchase against flesh. It was currently a battle of jets, with the strange toilet looking it had a slight advantage as it pushed harder until the wet spray of water was now lapping dangerously at the titan’s chest.

The Titan Speakerman was a ball of fury, wailing and howling, jerking an elbow back to try and get the thing to let go, only to shriek as teeth dug against one jet, looking to try and pry it lose. The water was cold, rushing and the sudden fear that this was how they would end up scrapped, drowned like a bag of idiot puppies in the ocean had the titan bucking all the more, finally getting a better strike with the knife, although the blade got caught, even as the strange skibidi howled.

Above the din of the titan’s howls of pure rage and the strange toilet’s shrieks though, another sound rose up from below the water. It was loud, like the call of a whale mixed with some unspeakable monster of the depths. Something rocketed out of the depths to smash into the toilet, sending it flying back in confusion. The titan speakerman righted themselves up, turning and ready to pick up the fight again, although wary and confused themselves as to what had struck the strange skibidi. Their first reaction was it was Circuit and her crew having heard their angry roars, but there was no ship in sight.

The toilet was snarling, half its face burned, its one good eye roving around for what had hit it. Both of them had looked everywhere...except for down.

The ocean erupted below the toilet and something jumped out in an elegant arch, like a monster of ancient sea legend. It was a semi-titan in size alone, sleek and well built. Effortlessly, two large hands grasped onto the strange skibidi and pulled it closer to the large camera head, all light up with a solid teal glow now. What gave the titan pause to rushing in though was the sparks of electricity now building up along the form of the semi-titan as it bore the toilet back down towards the water. Just as it hit the surface, a powerful surge of electricity was let forth, making even the titan speakerman feel the static tingle from where they hovered. The toilet didn’t even get the chance to shriek as it was electrocuted and then dragged deep under the water, a trail of fluid following the body at it vanished into the depths.

The Titan Speakerman hovered their a moment, confused, in a bit of awe at the whole display, and just staring at the disturbed water where the other unit had vanished too. There was no motion though, although the crackling feeling remained in the titan’s speakers from the electrical shock. A vague thought in the back of their mind murmured that at least they knew what had caused the electrical malfunctions now.

All was silent then as they slowly moved to put their knife away, lowering a bit closer to the water to try and figure out what they just saw or if that semi-titan was still even in the area.

The titan gave a yelped, floating back as suddenly the fried remains of the strange skibidi was thrust upwards out of the water on two hands followed by a soft, nearly undetectable whisper of a voice.

“You can have it,”

The voice was soft and so delicate, shy in a way that didn’t seem to match the powerful form the titan had glimpsed. Still, the titan stared in confusion at the offered dead skibidi, tilting their head, “Uh, thanks? But uh, why give it to me?”

“It is one of the strange ones. I am suppose to bring them back for study, but, you fought it first, so you can have it,” the quiet voice said giving another nudge of it upwards, “I can uh, get the other ones too. If you want all of them for study,”

The titan speakerman hovered a moment before moving closer to look over the charred remains more closely, “Why are they strange?”

“Don’t know. I was just told they were different because of their markings and how they don’t really travel with the normal skibidis. They’ve been keeping around, watching what is going on so far. Not really fighting but, scouting. Yes, think they are scouting. Sometimes go for ships,”

That did not bode well and there was something rather foreboding in those words if they were to be believed. Idly the titan moved to take the fried remains. Hands brushed and the other quickly pulled away at the contact with a soft, rather adorable squeak.

“Thanks,”

“You’re welcome,”

The last words said as they quickly ducked down before the titan could get a glimpse of anything but the flash of a large camera head.

“Wait! Do you have a name or something!?”

There was no response other than the rush of the ocean. Even the electric crackling feeling was fading away indicating that however the mysterious semi-titan was had pulled away once more. The titan hovered a moment before letting out a sigh and angling his engines again, now powering back towards base.

“Sorry, skibidi attack,”

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Some minor damage. Damn thing bit me!” the titan grumbled, turning to glance at the bite marks all over their jet engines before looking down at the burnt out remains in his hands, “The uh, other unit helped to dispose of them and gave me the body of one. Said something about it being a strange toilet and someone was studying it,”

“I’ll have to take a look when you get in,” Whistle paused, before speaking again, “Catch anything about that other unit?”

“Cameraman of some sort. Maybe ask Optical if he’s built some semi-titan that is fully aquatic and… really well built. Very graceful though in the water. And electrical based abilities,”

Whistle let out a hum, “Will have to ask him about that. Would be nice for you to have an Alliance playmate,”

“Oh shut up,”

“It is cute seeing you darting all about trying to chase something!”

The titan let out a groan, speakers giving a low rumbling flat base sound. No doubt she was going to tease relentlessly about this. Their hands fidgeted with the remains of the toilet as they replayed the whole thing. The strange cameraman flitting about, and the soft voice, so shy that it had something in them wanting to talk again. Maybe that was Whistle’s bad influence of flirting with shy units rubbing off on them.

“Will be there soon. Send word to Circuit and crew to be vigilant,”

“Will pass the message along,”

There would be more answers maybe back at base, or at least more secure communication to ask someone else about what was encountered. Either it was an Alliance unit or it belonged to the Conglomerate and their hodge-podge of experimental monstrosities. The titan really hoped it wasn’t the latter. The Conglomerates were as good as an enemy in their book. Shady characters who worked angles rather than worked to do any real good.

They really didn’t want to owe a favor to one of their kind. Or have to sort out they might want to meet that unit again regardless of alignment.

Nothing else happened on the flight back and the titan speakerman practically punted the toilet remains into the research bay before heading to their own hangar for repairs and the usual cleaning and data collection protocols.

“Would you hold still?” Whistle tutted, “I can’t get the data if you keep moving your head,”

The titan gave a whine, trying to hold still, but every time the connection wire got close to their neck, they couldn’t help fidgeting, that mild panic from the parasite infestation always making it hard to let anything near their neck.

“I’m trying!”

“Come on-There-Finally!”

The titan jolted when the connection was made, freezing for a moment before forcing themselves to relax as the data download began, gentle and non-intrusive as they sat there, grumbling. Whistle sighed, patting the side of their head gently, “Just getting the stats in,”

“Mm,”

“I swear I’m working on where to put new ports that aren’t near your neck,” Whistle said with an apologetic tilt of her head, “Just takes some time. Same for your recharge ports so you actually you know, get some sleep,”

“I shut down,”

“Shutting off is not the same as a recharge,”

The Titan Speakerman just gave a huff, letting their head lean back to look up at the ceiling. It was always hard to get the recharge plug in after coming to from the parasite. It was too close to that same feeling, uncomfortable now where once it was a source of comfort. Most nights they just powered off and pretended they were plugged in for recharge. Whistle has started to make a habit of sneaking in to put it in herself, nearly waking them up in a panic a few times.

“Optical responded by the way, when I asked about any camera semi-titans,”

The titan gave a glance down, “And?”

“Nothing on his end. Actually was interested himself on any stats that could be found as an aquatic unit able to generate that much electricity is a marvel of engineering,” Whistle said with a shrug, “From reports though, we can assume though it is Conglomerate as there is talk of them having a semi-titan that keeps the mobile base safe,”

The Titan Speakerman gave a low grumble of a whine, shoulders slumping.

Such a soft-spoking, playful unit didn’t fit with what a Conglomerate monster was suppose to be. Especially given they had helped them in the battle. What purpose did that serve?

“You look distracted,”

“Mm. Just thinking about today,”

The Chief Engineer chuckled, not looking up from her tablet, “Thinking about your new friend?”

“Not a friend,” the titan grumbled, “I didn’t even get their name and you just said they are Conglomerate, so not one of ours,”

“Eh, neutral faction and really, it is adorable you found a new friend and they were too shy to talk,” Whistle chuckled, “I should have trained you more in that old charm to get them to speak up,”

“I think I’ve had enough of your charm in trying to court that tailor,” the titan drawled, reaching down to poke at their chief engineer.

“Well now, someone is getting sassy,”

“Blame titan Cameraman,”

“I’ll blame Optical for making him sassy, thus making you sassy,” Whistle retorted with a good-natured swat at the titan’s finger, “Still, good to see you in higher spirits and thinking about something more positive,”

“Right,”

The titan leaned back, head falling back to look up at the ceiling of the hangar again as the repair drones continue to patch up the minor damage they picked up in the fight. They were thinking about that strange unit, maybe a lot more than they should. The aquatic semi-titan were really…beautiful coming out of the water like that. Powerful and precise with their strike and not relying on weapon fire. How could they? Being underwater, more ballistic weapons would do them no good, which meant it was all physical weapons and their powerful electrical discharge. And they were powerful given how those fingers gripped tight, claws extending to keep a hold on their target and then how quickly, like a vicious electric eel, they just lit their prey up.

It was effective and quick, taking the evidence with them into the deep. Fast, strong, with a form that was really attractive, all muscles and hard lines. No doubt put a knife in the hand of that semi-titan and they could put it deep into an enemy-

“You’re vibrating,”

“What?”

Whistle glanced up with a smug clean in her speaker, “Your vibrating,” she repeated, “All low and pleased like a cat,”

“Am not,”

They hadn’t been aware they had started that low thrum of a happy speaker and quickly silenced themselves with a stoic glance to the side, “Not at all,”

“Sure you aren’t,”

The titan shifted about, a tad restless and refusing to look at their chief engineer before letting out a loud sigh, “Can we…do another flight over that area?”

“Want to see your friend?”

“No, just there was a skibidi there so it should have more patrols!”

Whistle gave a low hum, looking down at her tablet, “Maybe. Should I swing it so you can go ask Circuit more questions about something?”

“About what?”

“About whatever has you purring like a speaker with a crush?”

“I do not have a crush!”

“You are doing the same purring when you got back to base and talked about Titan Cameraman,”

The titan sat up, a loud whirring of fans kicking in as the internal temperature kicked up in response to their obvious embarrassment. They waved a hand at their engineer, turning to prop up the lower speaker of what was roughly their face in one hand, looking all the world a sulky teenager.

“We are just friends now!”

“Just like you and your new aquatic friend? Seems you have a thing for cameras,” Whistle teased, looking down at her tablet with a smug tilt of her head.

“The semi-titan and patrols are separate things! I just want to know what is out there! For intel! We need to know what other units are atttractive-active! Especially a semi-titan!”

“Sure,” Whistle leaned back against her desk, “Where they really that hot?”

The Titan Speakerman was silent for a long moment, trying to ignore their chief engineer, but silence never sat well with the titan. They fidgeted, grumbling before they turned, leaning in close and giving a quick glance about the hangar before speaking.

“They were really, really hot,” The titan admitted in a loud, conspiratorial whispers, “All pure muscles, but also like…curvy. Soft spoken…good fighter. Graceful too. And..” the titan gestured to their chest, cupping it, “really big muscles on the chest,”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, and when they lit up to shock the toilet it was…you know,” The titan gave a shrug.

“A turn on?”

The titan stared at his chief engineer, “What?”

“A unit with the ability to control electricity is rare. Just imagine what that would feel like on the circuits eh?” Whistle teased, looking up with a conspiratorial tilt of the head, “All tingly in the right places,”

If a speaker could wear a smug grin, the Titan Speakerman was sure their chief engineer was wearing one because the titan immediately let their mind settle right into how that would feel. Probably good. Especially run up along the spine, right up to where it met the head, just under the back speakers-

The sound of the titan’s fans kicking in would have given an apartment building of ACs in the middle of summer a run for their money with how loud they were. The Titan Speakerman covered their face in both hands with a sound of distress at the teasing.

“You are the worst,”

“You still love me,”

“Why would you say that!?”

“Something sexy to think about is better than something depressive!”

The titan peered at her from between fingers, “But I’m never going to see them again!”

“Maybe not, but you’ll have those memories to ease your soul,” she teased, “And the fantasy of some semi-titan with an electric touch giving a good rub behind the speakers,”

The titan speakerman let out a loud warble of sound, enough to have their chief engineer stagger a step back as they slunk away, “Horrible,”

Because a part of them really wanted to see the other again, if only to get their name or at least tell them how they liked how they fought. Maybe ask if the aquatic semi-titan, even if they were a damn Conglomerate, maybe wanted to do the whole chasing thing again. Maybe go take on some skibidis together just to see them slam into a toilet like an electric bullet of death. Maybe ask if they were any good with a knife too.

They seemed so shy too, nothing like the louder people in their life. Cute. Very cute. Which made the titan speakerman have to reluctantly say their chief engineer had a point about having a partner that was terribly shy and adorable.

Not that the titan was thinking about dating like that. They were in a war and there wasn’t time for that, at least for a titan. Especially with a unit of the enemy.

That was attractive. And electrifying. And liked to play silly games and not act like it was beneath their status to have some simple fun.

The titan speakerman let out a warble again, slumping back in their chair, both hands over their face at how stupid all this was. Maybe they were just lonely. Of course they had Titan Cameraman, but the other titan was often busy with their own duties and a bit stoic and serious about things. Titan TV-man was mostly passive aggressive towards any interaction had and the titan speaker was sure they were going to put another knife in the stupid TV’s screen if he so much as made another damn reference to them being built out of spare parts in a dumpster. Definitely no warm feelings there.

There was their chief engineer and a few of the speaker units that didn’t think they were a monster for what happened when they had lost their mind to the parasite.

Or just pretended the titan was part of the scenery and ignore them completely.

But it wasn’t the same. The size difference made it difficult at times to interact. There just were things that a semi-titan or another titan could provide by being larger.

That warm feeling from just that small bit of chasing.

Not to mention the fact they had come to help them not be drowned in the ocean by the weird toilet.

“Oh, you really are down bad already. Love at first fight?”

The titan looked over their shoulder at their chief engineer, giving a woof of the bass speakers in response, “It is not- look! No one is immune to- just-!”

“Hey, come on, we all get the feeling for someone one day! I am usually the cause of such sudden wild oaths,” Whistle said, reaching out to pat at the arm of the titan, “And I myself am the victim of an embarrassing crush too,”

“Is it a crush or maybe I’m just desperate?” the titan asked.

“Can be both,” Whistle paused, giving another pat, “Give it like a week though and you’ll probably move on to crushing on something else,”

The titan speakermen was skeptical of that. They were pretty sure the embarrassing crush of the chief engineer was crush at first awkward glance and had become a plague upon the speaker faction in the weeks to follow for how it was playing out. At this point, the titan just wanted to pick up their chief engineer and the TV tailor crush and make them kiss and get married just to be done with having to witness it.

Now though, the titan was having the sinking feeling that the curse of awkward crush had been bequeathed to them by their engineer, now doomed to be the one sighing and fidgeting about, looking longingly at photos, and dramatically sitting down in chairs.

Over a unit that was completely aquatic. And not part of the Alliance. And electrifying.

Which they were not thinking about how good an electrical thrum would feel right along their core because of the stupid comment their chief engineer made to tease them..

“I’m going to go with I’m desperate for friends because I only have you, titan Cameraman and like...three other speakers that still think I’m worthy of acknowledging I exist,” the titan grumbled, slumping to hide their face in their arms with a loud whine.

Whistle sighed, moving to lean against the titan, patting lightly at their head, “Oh shush you. Let’s not get into that. How about we focus on tomorrow you go out flying and find that new friend of yours and work at trying to get their name. That’s an easy enough goal,”

“Is it? Did that tailor give you their name right away?”

“Had to use that speaker rizz to do it, but yeah,” Whistle chuckled, “And I built you, so you come preloaded with that charm too,”

“...you think they will be out there tomorrow?”

“No harm in looking,”

There was no harm in that, even if the guilt was creeping up on them for wanting to get the name of some stupid Conglomerate monster.

That thought had the speaker titan wincing just a touch, one hand subconsciously going to cover the back of their neck. Who were to through around the accusation of monster when they had, when so many units, family, friends, their faction were-

“How about you try and draw a picture of them hm? Maybe can put up a wanted bulletin on social to see if anyone can ID them for you,” Whistle’s voice jolted them from their thoughts, looking over to the engineer.

“I can’t draw though,”

“Nothing like the present to try,”

The titan speakerman gave a long look at Whistle before sighing with a low loud, long rumble of all speakers before sitting up more, “Fine. I’ll try,”

It was worth a shot and maybe, just maybe, there was a chance of finding a friend that maybe would...understand what it felt like to be called a monster.

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"Why did you focus so much on the chest...?"

"It was really big okay!? Muscular!"

"So that's what you like huh?"

"....."

"Well, I'll just put this up on socials and-"

"I change my mind. No posting this!"

"Too late"

*distressed sounds of a titan realizing they are going to get teased more for these drawings from T-Cam when he sees them*