#they're like too busy to eat must save world

[babyblueetbaemonster]

Uuuuuuuhhh......

I forgot to feed my HOK the entire play through.

I headcannon both Martin and Acelta are terrible at taking care of themselves. They're not gonna eat or sleep if they can use that time on something more important, like decrypting evil book or closing gates.

Good thing Baurus is here to take care of these old butts.

[oneatlatime]

The Desert

Alternate title: Gimme Appa back.

"But I believe, Aang can save the world." no pressure kid.

I had completely forgotten about these two chuckleheads. For once the 'Previously On' segment is useful rather than spoilery.

Ok Aang is going to get the world's biggest pass this episode, because he's in the suckiest of all situations. But even so, how exactly was Toph supposed to come and get them, when she was both actually blind for once and the only reason the library hadn't drowned them yet?

Aang has something of a history of running away. Does going after Appa count as running away from his friends?

Zuko's theatre kid tendencies are genetic.

The way Iroh said "What Now?" you know he was actually saying "fuck's sake."

Zuko's hair seems to grow very quickly. I thought that I could use his hair growth to measure time passing but this is not tracking. He barely had a buzz cut in The Chase and now he's fluffy.

Two things: a) this guy has eyes greyer than Aang this episode. b) He's cocking his hands like that ridiculous Henry Cavill scene from Mission Impossible where he cocks his biceps.

This guy's spear has piercings. And is coming out of a Dragon's mouth.

I don't know that I'd call these guys legendary. They're zero for two against an Avatar in Drag and two starving refugees with three functioning arms.

Doesn't Katara ever change out her water? Or even use it up and have to refill it?

I said it last episode, and I'll say it again: why did five people, a lemur, and a ten tonne sky bison travel into a desert famous for its desertiness with only a single water pouch between them? Admittedly, if they'd brought extra water and left it on Appa, they'd be having the same problem, but still...

Is a kids' show actually going to go there?

They actually went there!

Honestly if you're dying of dehydration in the desert, eating strange plants is absolutely the way to go. I'd rather trip my way into the afterlife than just shrivel up and die.

I love the way Aang's glider shadow moves over the dunes. Another one of those tiny details that the animators could have left out, but they didn't!

Sand benders must get crazy high speeds if Aang can't spot even a trace of Appa from up high. He wasn't Appa-napped very long ago.

Everyone go watch the scene where Aang blows up the mushroom cloud. Go right now I'll wait. And pay attention to Sokka's mouth. It does the wave.

His mouth does the wave and his arms do the worm. Someone really had fun this episode.

Zuko breaking the world record for highest number of Fire Nation wanted posters. Despite being the only person on that board who's unquestionably loyal to the Fire Nation. What a nice reward he got for his loyalty.

How is that one wrestler dude's hair so shiny?

Why, other than plot convenience, would Zuko and Iroh be at the Ice Spring?

I see now that the left hand shadow is Sokka with a Momo on his head. But for just a second I thought it was Ramona from Scott Pilgrim.

There are some really beautiful colour gradients in this desert.

"We won't survive without Appa." Well yes, but you have to try.

If this is a normal desert they're going to freeze their butts off overnight.

No comment. Just vibes.

Hey this is a Katara episode! Toph is blind, Sokka's zoinked, Aang's given up, so it's Katara time baby!

This episode has no business being this pretty.

"Sokka. I was there." I'd be very surprised if Katara's voice actress doesn't have an idiot older brother. That line was delivered a little too perfectly.

I'm not going to comment on every Sokka is high joke, but rest assured I'm finding them all hilarious.

Those drinks cost a gold piece each. Where did they get five gold pieces from?

Colour me shocked. The chuckleheads actually had a good idea for once.

Colour me shocked again! I vaguely predicted this!

Zuko. Honey. How are you this dim? He's so very good at missing exactly what's in front of him.

"Gold?"

Big muscles. No brains.

Very pretty. The sand texture is good too.

Well that was mean.

Passive aggressive glider deployment. Also how low is that cloud if Aang can reach it to bend it?

Aang is not shining this episode (understandably) but Katara is going from strength to strength. I NEVER would have thought that she was someone who could keep her cool under pressure like this. Happy to be wrong!

I have no idea if Sokka is going to remember or be aware of this epic trip he's on, but this is probably the best time he's had in months. Certainly since Yue died. He deserves this. Bad timing, but he needed a break.

"You must forgive my nephew. He is not an initiate, and is dumb as shit and incapable of reading the room."

Why is there a flower shop in the middle of the desert? What clients do they have? Obviously it's a front for this pai sho secret society thing, but why did they pick such a nonsensical front?

Toph has so much personality that it's easy to forget how tiny she is. Like a little gargoyle.

Sokka talking like a Greaser was the thing I didn't know I needed.

Poor Katara. Now you know how your brother feels every time he has to save your bacon from your weekly prison break.

I am losing my mind over these colours. Especially after The Library.

"I have a natural curiosity." I'm going to start using that.

Oops they found the circle bird nest.

Hey showrunners, you're going to take Momo from me too? You sure you want to do that? After last episode? Don't give me a pretty sunset with a latte swirl. Give me back Appa, put down Momo, or I'll sic Toph on you.

I do like Toph as a piece of artillery.

Turns out a combined Appa and Momo -napping is what it takes to get Aang to break his no killing rule. I now know how to defeat the Fire Lord.

The Audacity. Going to Ba-Sing- however the hell that's spelled. The sheer audacity. But then what? What's the plan after they get there? Just live the rest of their lives?

Rejected Mortal Combat guy.

You ever have one of those days where you do only your top lip?

Whoever made that door, and that lock - good job!

Nothing to see here, just making a delivery of two giant planters in the middle of the desert. The Owl decided to spruce up his entryway.

Y'all are fucked. Y'all deserve it. Aang has completely lost control. He's spent the whole episode losing it more and more and now he's gone completely off the rails. Has he ever zipped into the Avatar state that fast before?

Never underestimate the power of a woman who's fed up with everyone's nonsense. Just so fed up.

Well that was sad.

Badass name of the day: Malachi Throne, voice of a character whose name I don't recognise.

Final Thoughts

This was Katara's episode. I'm not going to forgive not getting Appa back, but Katara actually keeping a level head for once was an unexpected delight.

This episode was pretty unrelentingly heavy in the A-plot, which is why I don't understand why Sokka and Momo tripping worked so well. It did work, and I very much enjoyed it, but it should have stuck out like a sore thumb and it didn't. The beat up Sokka quota fulfillled from within by chemicals was a nice creative touch.

I am very happy to see Iroh take the wheel, although I'm not convinced there's a long term plan here beyond get food and shelter. Which, fair enough, goals tend to be short term and immediate when you're in dire straits.

This episode really stomped all over Aang. And then stomped some more. I was surprised how negative and shouty he was at the beginning, but by the end I was surprised how long it took him to lose it. Apart from his staff and his clothes, Appa really is all he has left from before he got frozen. That sandbender punk was rotten to the core.

So I guess we're going to the earth kingdom capital regardless of the eclipse information. Is the rest of the season going to be getting there? I also can't help but notice that it's where Iroh and Zuko are headed as well. Zuko could actively run in the direction opposite to the Avatar and he'd still end up tripping over him. The earth Kingdom is ginormous. And yet, like every two episodes Zuko runs into the Avatar. Is it fate? Is it plot convenience?

I should dislike this episode. It's 24 minutes of our faves getting beat down and not finding Appa, with a b-plot of Zuko being more oblivious than usual. I should dislike it, but I don't. This is definitely going on the rewatch list. It was a very pretty episode, which helped. Beyond that I can't put into words why I liked it, but I did!

[quinnswritingquill]

The Drug In Me Is You

Jason Todd x AFAB Reader

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CW: Slowburn, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Light? BDSM, Blood Kink, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Honestly Kinky in Gen., Reader has female gentile, Use of Y/N but not too much.

AN: This is pretty much of a what if Jason was a sugar daddy turned lover. I also posted this on Ao3 as well.

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Not everyone is built to handle the harsh world of Gotham. I mean fuck, I was raised in this hell bent city. I grew up surviving just barely over the poverty line. Lower income childhood meant cheap or in the box food for dinner. It meant thrifted clothes or cheap chain stores having sales and deals. Brands for show. School supplies, book ads, shoes, ect.

Nothing would prepare me for tipping my toe onto the world of rich men and wealthy women. Couldn't afford to attend college, not that it was the most important thing for me. But I needed to live on my own. Support myself. Somehow I managed to land a job as a waitress at a high-end restaurant near the wealthiest part of Gotham City. The hourly pay barely covers my rent. But the tips? Those help cover food, some to cover miscellaneous costs, and a little bit extra for savings incase of other crap. Still surviving. Barely but better.

No need for another job right now. It's been months since I started there. And I even have my own little studio apartment because of the job. Within a month of saving all the money I earned and money I previously saved. It's old and covered floor to ceiling with art pieces. Some older and some fairly more recent. I like looking at them. They bring life to this creepy old building.

Today I scrambled recklessly out of bed once my alarm clock started blasting. Turning it off I glanced at the time. Damn it's only 10 am, I still have about a few hours before my shift. I stretched out my sore muscles and walked to my small kitchen to make brunch. I grab out my lovely yogurt bowl and place it on the table along with the food I'm gonna scarf down. I mix my granola mix with some strawberry yogurt in the bowl. A quick meal before I get dressed for work.

By the time I finished eating, showering, dressing up, and cleaning up it's one o'clock. I check my work outfit just in case. We only had two choices that could be four different outfits at work. White or black button up, black slacks, or a knee length skirt. Obviously with tights tho. I picked a fuzzy off my black button up and straightened the pencil skirt. Finally I put my heels into my bag and slipped on my flats.

The restaurant was busy as usual. Honestly I wished for at least one day for us to be slow. But unfortunately rich people don't exactly give one shit. At least I think so. It's not something I would actually say, well to their faces.

My coworker Allison comes up to me as I swipe a card to finish paying my current table's bill.

" Hey Y/N? I just wanted to let you know I just sat three at table ten. The reservation is for Wayne." She said before patting my shoulder.

I smile, " Yeah okay, thanks Ally."

I go back and hand the receipt and card to my leaving table and head towards table ten. Three gorgeous looking men sit, chatting and laughing like they're not at a five star restaurant but at a diner by a public highschool. Weird beautiful men, but alright. I pull out my spiral notepad, pen in my right hand, ready for them to order.

" Hello there! You must be the Wayne reservation. I am your waitress this evening. My name is Y/N. Are gentlemen ready to order drinks?" I make sure to sweeten my words.

The three men stop talking. One with the shorr, but longer dark hair speaks, " Yes we are. We also know what we would like to order as well."

The man with the red hair and the man dawning the short black hair with a white streak also agree with the other gentleman. I jotted down the orders. I collect their menus and walk over to put in the orders so they get sent to the kitchen.

Once they finished eating, I walked over with the receipt and the card that belonged to the charming man with the long hair. I bid the men good day, leaving with the signed copy receipt. I opened the book to see the receipt and three sets of tips. Two were around a hundred in cash tips. The other was. What the hell? Five hundred dollars in cash?? The entire meal cost less than that! I stare blankly at the money before grabbing it out to place it in my wallet I use for my personal tips of the day.

Fuck it, I take it back. Only some rich people are douchebags. I finish my things up and head out to the back side of the building for a short smoke break before I take my lunch. I pull out my unopened cigarette pack from my bag and hit the bottom of the pack before unwrapping it. I grab out my FUCK OFF labeled lighter from the side pocket. I light it and take a long inhale of smoke.

" Got a light?" A voice asks.

I exhale and nod, " Yeah." And hand my lighter over, still not looking over.

He laughs, " Thanks, sweetheart. Did you like the tip? Thought you deserved more since you had to deal with my brother Dick and our friend Roy. They can be… Loud."

That's when I looked over like a deer in headlights, " Uh.. Ooh that was you? And yeah, thank you for the tip. But you do realize the entire check was less than that right? I'm not complaining, just curious."

He pulls the cigarette out of his mouth before taking a bit to talk, " Yeah, I know that, darling. But I like spoiling hard-working people. Money is money. I also know that this place gets more money than they pay their waiters and waitresses. I know that most of you survive with tips."

"Oh." I manage out.

I can't but stare at the sincere look on his face. His absolutely hot face. God I need to get a fucking grip. He finishes his cigarette and hands me back my lighter. I put the rest of my own cancer stick out as well before shoving my shit back into my bag.

His hands are in his pocket as he smiles at me.

"My name is Jason, by the way, sweetheart. What's yours?" His right hand extends towards me.

I take his hand to shake, " It's Y/N."

We shake hands but before I can pull away he already turned mine over and plants a light kiss on it. I just stared like a god damned weirdo so unsure of what was going on. Letting my hand go he shoves his own back into his pocket.

"Have a good night Y/N." And he walks away.

What the actual fuck is wrong with me? My face is hot and I rush back inside to grab my lunch. I sit in the back of the locker room slash break room. Recounting the events only worsens my reddened face. I shovel my chicken caesar salad trying to refocus myself. Spoiler alert, that didn't fucking work. I look at the clock on the wall. An hour and I'm out of here. I can just forget pretty boy and move on. He's definitely just a flirt. Get over it Y/N.

Even when I got home, I can confidently say I didn't forget Jason. In actuality, all I did was think about him. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck.

[fallout4-reacts]

How would the companions feel about a SS with a really slow reaction time, like taking a moment to get a joke, having trouble avoiding hits from weapons, etc

It certainly took me a long time… (I had a slow reaction lmfao) I admit that, unlike many others, my creative side suffers when I live too many things… not fun. I persist, though,  I don't let you down, which is why I maintain the Masterlist up to date. So this is a slow reacting Sole. Nick may have something here.

Cait : It was manageable as long as they stayed close to the Boston ruins.

In general.

Cait was conscious that Sole seemed a little light at times, but nothing too significant. Anyway, a few psycho shots here and there, and Cait had lost interest.

But things didn't always go as planned. A gunner with a happy trigger and Sole looks left and right before understanding they're being shot. Or the raiders who mocked Sole for 10 minutes before Cait grew mad. And Sole remained there, attempting to comprehend what had just been stated to them, before exploding with wrath as if they had only recently arrived in town.

"Eh! You are not business owners! You are thugs attempting to rob me!"

Cait palmfaces herself before smashing the last with her baseball bat.

"They didn't put an Assaultron's processor in your terminal, did they?"

Sole offers her an empty stare. Then the realization dawns on them: "Oh, you did notice?" They appear to be embarrassed by it.

Cait places a confident hand on their shoulder. "No need to fret, I've got the quick deals covered from here on out. But ya, listen up. Pull out the weapon if I tell ya it’s spurts. Otherwise, I reckon the Commonwealth ain't gonna have enough stimpacks to handle whatever you decide to catch as a bullet."

Cait's words appear to have encouraged Sole. They make the decision to blindly believe the fighter. May the Gods help the commonwealth.

Codsworth : It's nothing new for the butler. Nate had done an excellent job of preparing him. It's a tragedy to request Sole for an addition by adding a division. It's better to also remove the nuances. The innuendo? The greatest way to see them on the mat for two days, contemplating what they had missed.

He travels with Sole in this post-apocalyptic world, attempting to get rid of any problems of this kind. "They shoot at us, mother/sir." - "This man offends you, Sole." - "They ask if you don't have some caps so he can eat."

Then they save this wretched detective. Things are getting really complicated now. This synth has a habit of speaking in Innuendo and Sole bugs so frequently that the domestic robot ends up takin the other apart for a little talk.

"Very well, let us establish this clearly. It's not the swiftest contraption on the circuit, sir/madam. But they are not imbeciles, and you must cease treating them as such."

Nick appears astonished. "I ain't one who regards 'em as fools!" He exclaims.

"Do kindly cease with the innuendo and diminutive inside jests, if you please. Most importantly, I hear you say once more: "Well, I shall conduct a diagnostic while you ingest this serpent’ I assure you, next occasion, I shall procure an authentic serpent to compel YOU to ingest."

Nick appears to be growing increasingly surprised. He has not a reputation for making fun of others, and he didn't feel like it. He would make a remark or two about the speed with which Sole absorbed the information, but he didn't think he'd been impolite. He assures the butler that he would pay more attention in the future, attempting to discover the simplest and most direct method to communicate with Sole.

Curie : Curie had plenty of time to think about it before finally releasing her truster from her century-old jail. Every piece of information appears to take ten years to gather. Surprisingly, it does. It reminds Curie of one of those terminals that always appears to take longer to digest the information than the others, but at least it gets in. Curie recognises that she must be patient. Then, as they make their way to the vault, one of the damned molerats who escaped them leaps upon Sole's neck. Curie reacts quickly and extracts it from the poor human, burning it to ashes. However, it is too late. Sole is most likely contaminated.

"Oh, dear, what shall we do, my good sir/madam?”

"How about a stimpack?"

"However, this affliction! There was but a solitary opportunity! Only one dose!"

Sole frowns. They remain frozen for an extended period of time. Curie tries to assist them.

"The dosage that you shall administer unto the child.”

"The dose that...yes, I'll gave the child the cure." They appear enlightened, proud to keep up the conversation.

"But then, how shall you indulge yourself?”

"With the help of a stimpack."

"But, for the molerat's decease!"

"Ah!" Sole shrugs, "we have to save the child."

"Are you still committed to the noble cause of rescuing the child?"

"What would you do in this situation?"

"I remember you I am a Contagions Vulnerability Robotic Infirmary Engineer, impervious to any form of affliction.”

Sole scratched their head, trying to figure out how to connect the dots. Curie leads them forward, not wanting to loiter too long. "It matters not to comprehend it right now, for we shall ascertain in due course.”

Then, as they set up camp on the outskirts of Boston at night, Sole burst into tears unexpectedly. Curie hurried.

"Goodness gracious, what in the world is happening?"

"I have an incurable disease!"

Curie then experiments with what appears to be human irritation.

Danse : He encourages this civilian to come into the police station and get some equipment. Sole stands there, tapping their hands.

"Civilian, I have instructed you to ready yourself for our imminent mission."

"OK, OK. I'm getting ready...um, but what exactly do you mean by preparation?"

"We have surplus purified water, ammunition, rad-away, rad-x, take anything you might need."

Sole joyfully approaches the counter that shows Danse. They already know that this post-apocalyptic environment doesn't have many of these fortune, so it's a tremendous gift to be offered.

Then Rhys exclaims, "Catches fast!"

Sole receives a can of water behind their head before they can figure out what's going on. They revolve slowly while stroking their neck.

"But, but..."

And Rhys do it again with two others cans who attack them like missiles. To say that Danse is catastrophed is an understatement.

"Rhys!" Heylan chastises. "How dare you?"

Rhys appears perplexed. "Wait, they don't have reflexes?"

Sole, embarrassed, picks up the three water cans that have fallen on the ground. Danse approaches his man.

"In any case, these circus act manners have no place in the Brotherhoods of Steel. And you should have known better than to continue after the first can."

Rhys lowers his head, embarrassed. "Sorry, Sole, but I won't do it again." He doesn't like this freelancer, but he also doesn't want to harm them.

Danse rumbles a little more before turning to Sole. "Are you all done?"

Sole puts their water in a bag. "Here it is, the water is tidy."

Danse raises his brow. "I mean, to prepare you."

"Oh!" Sole returned to the counter and grabbed whatever they believed might be useful. "Here it is, everything is tidy."

"Certainly…"

Danse walks to the door, thinking that a least, Sole have courage and a fine aim when it comes to killing abominations.

Deacon : "Oh, I do love self-deprecating humor, but I'm afraid I'm not very good at it." Deacon then busted up laughing.

Sole gives him an unsettled glance. "It's unfortunate for you not to be good at something you love."

"Oh no, wait, you don't understand." But Deacon, as brilliant as he is at making jokes, is uncomfortable explaining it. "What I meant was… that's what you see, self-deprecating humor…it's…"

"Oh, I just figured it out!" Sole laughs, "Oh, she's good!"

Deacon wipes his brow with relief. When it's too subtle, leave a cool-down. Got it.

Dogmeat : The good dog is ecstatic to be following his new master. Then the New Master and him gets at Concord. The New Master approaches one first raider as if it were a stroll through the park.

"Eh!" they exclaim. "Are you the one who threw sticks at my butler? That's not very nice!" 

Sole is shot by this first raider. They takes the round into their arms and, shocked, notices the injury. The dog leaps upon Sole's shoulders and slams them to the ground behind a low wall.

"But they're shooting at me!" Sole finally understands.

They then pull out their revolver and don't bother asking questions, much to Dogmeat's relief. Because they don't have a crumb of it, the good poop swears to devote all of his instincts to his New Master.

Elder Maxson : “…so I ask you to go down to the island and clean it up for me.”

“It’ll take more than a day! It’s ruins!”

Maxson looks at Sole in astonishment, to say the least. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, you mean, kill every stray! Okay, at your command."

While Sole turns their heels to the vertibirds, Maxson glances at Danse and whispers, "Good luck."

Danse nods. Fortunately, Sole is a good shooter…

Hancock : Sole remains frozen for an extended period of time. Nick is no longer harassed by the butler, but he recalls his admonition.

"Uh Hancock, meets Sole." He's attempting to figure out how to get things going.

"You just killed him?" Inquire the newbie.

“Yeah, he threatened me," the mayor replies.

"He made a threat against the mayor. And you invited him to come talk to you. And you murdered him."

"Sole, uh? You know who I am?”

"A ghoul that talks?"

Hancock shrugs his shoulders and casts a glance at Nick. He grins. "My young friend, I am the Mayor."

"Oh!" Sole appears to have finally grasped the concept. "So, yeah, killing him was preferable. I get it now."

"Oh, if I get it right, they didn't bother putting a ten speed in the damn box,” Hancock observes.

"But he's not stupid!" Stated Nick swiftly. "All you have to do is... give the information time to get to it. Even if the information is as deadly as a bullet in the back."

Hancock offers Nick a shocked expression. "Sorry?"

"When it shoots around, it's better to let Sole know, because if you expect a reflex, it's going to bleed."

"You're talking about me!" Sole said.

"Just the usual recommendations," Nick insists. "This world is… hard… and it often goes very fast."

"Too damn fast," Hancock grumbles. Sometimes, movin' at a pace that's just too damn quick for my likin'.”

"Oh, I can understand it so much!" Exclaims the newcomer. "It always seems to move too quickly for me."

Hancock gasps in laughter and hands them a Jet inhaler. "Listen up, brother/sister. 'Cause I gotta be honest, I already feel like I'm fallin' head over heels for ya. Grab this here, and if your can's hollering at ya, pop a solid dose. Ya gonna start noticin' that ya movin' faster than this here rock we call home, catches me?”

While Nick scolds, Sole pockets the gift with a wide smile.

"Not sure it's a good idea to fuck up the gray cells on top of that."

Hancock dismiss with a "pfff" sound. "It'll be a real sweet deal for 'em. And if the light's gone, I've got Mentats.”

Gage : "The water gun's stashed away in that there locker!"

"But how will a water gun help me against a power armor?"

"I done told ya it was a blasted power armor with one of them fancy electrical systems. Sending water is gonna fry those circuits faster than a molerat in a radstorm."

"Oh, I understand!"

Not too soon, Porter reasoned. He witnessed them in the Gauntlet when this dude/girl took shots like they couldn't feel pain, but if they were to play hot hand, Gage would surely want to take on them. He'd almost certainly win.

MacCready : "I take 200 tax caps when walking in irradiated water pools."

“I understand,” says Sole. Then they frowns and replies, "Wait a minute. Why would I pay you 200 caps extra for a wad of water you have to walk over every day?"

Mac chuckles. He will have attempted. They must not be taken in. Sole may be slow to get the point, but they can rationalize. Meanwhile, Mac's rifle has their back, and the person, they're not too bad of a boss.

Nick Valentine : He is relieved when the Butler announces that he is returning to Sanctuary and leaving Sole in the care of the detective. This robot has something threatening that he dislikes. Perhaps a tad overprotective for this poor soul, but it puts him on a tightrope. Nick realized what was going on pretty fast with Sole. You don't make little ironic jokes, or they will lose track of the subtlety. But he's genuine. He wishes to assist Sole. Sounds like a fine person who has seen too much in too short.

He swiftly takes the beat and realizes that when the balls start whistling, his priority is to put Sole away until the bug learns and pulls out their gun. Aside from that, after all the data is in, they are incredibly fine-tuned. If we give them enough time to think about it, they might make a great detective. They found this damned hit man's lair because, with all Nick threw at them as information, Sole drew out a profile that would impress colleagues.

"Some are in the box. Perhaps too much, which would explain why there are traffic jams?"

"Are there traffic jams? But there isn't a working vehicle, is there?"

Nick waits with his arms crossed.

"You mean in my head? Yes, I confess it. Thank you; this is the first time anyone has understood."

Nick gives a small smile. He genuinely likes Sole.

Piper : "I'm not a trader. Right now, I'm just trying to... understand and survive." 

Piper eyes widening.

"Shut! Just play along, I ask! Please!"

Sole gives the reporter a blank stare. "Play to what?"

Danny becomes impatient in the speaker. "Piper, what are you doing?"

Sole is now getting it. "Oh, I'm a trader from... Quincy? Yes, Quincy, I have a lot of... supplies."

Piper casts a glance at Sole but manages to improvise and eventually grants them admission. She moves her gaze to the new as the door opens.

"You're really something, eh? But thank you for participating."

"Yeah, sorry, sometimes I take a little time to understand…all the time."

The journalist's grin broadens. "No worries. Now that I know, come with me and I'll filter. Thank you once again."

With that, she finally enters her city, where she is met by a rather dreary mayor.

Preston : They must be a moron. They are standing there, about to be shot. Definitely an irradiated bulb moron.

Preston notices a dog rush on the newcomer and rescues them. He knows who Dogmeat is. He had no idea Dogmeat was taking desperate causes.

Then, whoa!

The new one returns and destroys everything! Some argue that you shouldn't make snap judgments. This individual is proof. The treats are down in less time than it takes Preston to fire three shots.

"Damn! Slow at first, but after... Hey! Over here, on the balcony!"

Strong : “Puny human strong. Puny human doesn't react to bullets”

“What bullets?”

“Puny human amazing! Puny human doesn’t feel pain?”

Sole suddenly seems to realize that they are being shot. They scream, turn to the mutant who targeted them, and burst his brain.

“Puny human… funny… Strong likes it."

For his part, Rex seems to think they are a simple mind. He tries to explain his mission to them, and the new one just stares at him with an empty expression. Then suddenly, the light was there.

"Teaching super mutants art! That might be a good idea."

“It could have, but it’s not.”

“But you convinced Strong.”

“In a way, yes.”

“Strong wants to find milk of human kindness.”

Sole looks at Strong for a long time, then nods.

"We’ll try, my friend. We’ll try."

Strong love Sole. 

X6-88 : "Why a recall code?"

"In order to... completely erase Gabriel's memory, I explained it to you."

"Yes, but why?"

With a heavy sigh, the Courser grips the bridge of his nose.

Standing up, Sole widens their eyes. "Oh! Because he defied the Institute, and you don't want that to happen again!"

"Indeed."

"I understand now!"

"It seems…"

He exhales another breath. Okay, left them time for some downtime. Every. Single. Time. X6 is capable of this... He'll have to do it one way or another.

[archoniluthradanar]

A Day on the Boardwalk with the Volturi Masters

The fourth place winner for the Summer Fun with the Volturi Masters, story poll results.

You are outside in the garden, enjoying the warmth of the day. The inside of the castle can be chilly since vampires don't notice temperature, hot or cold, and wearing sweaters inside is common for you. The fireplace in your room provides enough heat, when you're actually there. You look at your bare arms, wondering what they will look like in the sun once you're a vampire. Would you sparkle as prettily as you'd seen the Volturi sparkle? It seemed absurd that vampires would sparkle in any case. No TV or movie vampire did that. But these were genuine creatures of the night, only they weren't relegated to existing in the dark. Your entire belief system about beings that shouldn't even exist was thrown out the proverbial window when you had been saved by the Volturi masters. You were so happy they did exist, and that they'd granted you permission to stay with them.

The masters had been busy today with a few trials that involved errant newborns and their indiscreet sires. After judgement had been passed and punishment meted out, Aro was free to come outside to greet you and see how you were doing. You scoot over once you realize he intends to sit next to you on the bench. He generally does things without prelude, assuming everyone knows what he wants without his needing to say anything. The Guard usually do, but you're human and a newcomer.

"Good morning, Aro. Court all finished?" you ask, a smile on your face. The lead Volturi master is so utterly gorgeous, just being around him makes you smile. But your gratitude for everything he has done for you surpasses the appeal of his appearance. When you tell the masters you love them, you mean it wholeheartedly.

"Yes, the guilty have been punished, so I thought I would check on you."

"Aro, do you really have to determine if they're innocent or guilty, or do you make that decision ahead of time?"

"My dear, if they were innocent, they would not be standing before us. Do you understand?"

You pat his hand closest to you and nod. "I do. And you must do your job well, or the planet would have been in chaos long ago."

He's pleased you understand their importance in the vampire community, and bends over to kiss your cheek. "Now that we are free for a few days, have you anything you wish to do? It has been interesting seeing the human world through your eyes. Name it, anything you wish to do."

"Well...there is one thing. It means leaving Italy again."

"Where to this time?" he asks you, curious.

"There's this boardwalk I have always wanted to visit on the East Coast of America, and never had the chance. It's in Ocean City, Maryland."

"The ocean again?"

"I love the ocean, Aro. And it's fun, if you enjoy people watching, eating, walking, and oh yes, they have rides and games too."

"But, dear one, we have done these things already."

"It's not the same, Aro. We can't swim since it's so crowded, and therefore there'd be no privacy for us. This is more people oriented, and I thought you all might enjoy the prospect of mingling with my kind for a change, as long as you feed before we leave. We could stay one night at a beachfront hotel and just relax. You do know the concept of relaxation."

Aro nods and places cool fingers under your chin. He leans in and kisses your warm lips in his usual familiar manner. You sometimes wonder if Sulpicia knows about his ways and doesn't care. You'd hate to have her despise you for the liberties her mate takes for himself. "Very well, my dear. Make the necessary preparations, and let me know when we should be ready."

"Thank you, Aro. It'll be fun." You rise from the bench and look down at him. "You're making it possible for me to do the things I missed out on when I left America." You lean down and hug him, then run off. "Thank you again!" you shout as you leave the garden.

Later that day, you seek out Aro, who is in the library with Marcus and Caius.

Excited to be traveling again, you give the masters the details of this short trip. "We have a room booked at the Grand Hotel, direct ocean view with king and queen beds, and a kitchenette, which is important only to me. It's right on the beach too. There's a game room, and several pool tables and darts in the bar. They have an indoor and an outdoor swimming pool. And our room has a balcony for those of us who don't need sleep. You can sit outside and watch the ocean and the night sky. Its the best I could find on short notice, and since money is no object, I was able to reserve one of their remaining best rooms."

"It sounds lovely, my dear," Marcus says, noticing the pink rise in your cheeks. Your enthusiasm is bubbling over and it can at times be catching.

The next day, the coven awaits Heidi's arrival, their walking meals already approaching the throne room. You are always ordered to stay in your room during these times, for your safety. While the Volturi feed, you're looking up information on the boardwalk. Aro already made sure the jet was ready to go. It will land in Baltimore where you have a car waiting. Then in less than 3 hours, you should be in the city by the sea.

Without realizing, you've fallen asleep on the bed, your cell phone in your hand. You wake when you feel someone kissing your neck. Opening your eyes, you see Marcus bending over you. "Wake up, little human. We're getting ready to leave."

"Is everyone done eating?" you murmur with a yawn.

Marcus smiles when you ask. Feeding off humans is something that's so normal for them and should be just as grotesque to humans, yet you ask as if they had just eaten pizza and not human blood.

Taking his hand, you get up off the bed and throw a few things into an overnight bag. You freshen up in the bathroom, then change into blue jeans and a red button up sleeveless shirt. Your long hair is pulled up into a ponytail and your favourite hoops are in your ears. You turn to Marcus, smiling, and slipping on your sunglasses, ask, "Does everyone have their contacts and sunglasses, Marcus?"

"Yes, dear one, so if you are ready..." He takes your bag and extends his free arm for you to take, and you both leave your room.

The flight is uneventful, and before long you're landed in the state of Maryland. The car is waiting, as expected, and you drive everyone to Ocean City in record time. The hotel is not quite ready for your check in, so you ask the masters if walking the boardwalk would be doable now. They agree and walk with you, dressed as casually as they had chosen, in black jeans and pullovers. They surround you in their usual formation, Aro in front, with Marcus and Caius on either side of you, protecting you even when there is no need.

The masters look around as they move gracefully along the boardwalk, finding the place a chaotic one of noise, light, voices over voices, and the smell human of blood mingling with sweat, suntan oil, and fried foods. You just see humanity at its most casual.

"Oh, isn't it wonderful," you say, dancing around the masters. "Listen to the ocean waves washing ashore, hear the seagulls flying overheard. And look at all the half-naked humans. All that bared skin, the blood coursing underneath it, just waiting to be savored like fine wine. A mass of foolish humans deserving to be bitten...and you can't do a thing about it." You laugh in an exaggerated tone, similar to the villains in old cartoons.

Caius grumbles low in his chest. "Why are you doing this," he asks you. "You're an evil little girl."

"I'm just getting back at you for all the teasing. And I'm not a little girl." You stand in front of Caius, your legs parted, your hands on your hips, glaring at him. The next thing you know, he's coming after you, his teeth bared.

You run and hide behind Marcus, who is tolerant of your behavior, finding himself amused. Using his body as a shield, you round him several times while Caius pretends to attack. God knows if he wanted to really hurt you, he could. Your shrieks fill the air, until Caius catches you and wraps his arms around your entire body, making it impossible for you to move. You feel his icy breath wash over your neck, his teeth gnashing in a threatening manner, but you just giggle until you're breathless.

Aro has kept his patience, but finally huffs at you both. "Children! Stop this nonsense," he says, emphasizing the word 'children'.

You stop struggling in Caius' arms, and tug your clothing back into place when he releases you.

Caius glares at Aro. "Brother, do not call me a child. We were just...playing." He turns to you, smirking.

You look up and point. "A T-shirt shop! Oh, we have to go in there and look for the perfect t-shirts to take home as souvenirs." The masters follow you into the store, their eyes perusing the wares hanging everywhere.

You look over the shirts with ocean theme images on them, something that would help you remember this short visit. "Oh no, look at these." You point out a wall displaying various supernatural logos, some vampiric in design.

The masters scan the shirts, finding them amusing. You show Aro one that says 'I'm a vampire. Don't let this human costume fool you'.

"I think I prefer this one," he says, showing you. It reads 'If I say "First of All", run away because I have prepared charts, data, research, and will destroy you'.

"Well, that's not very nice, Aro."

"Exactly, my dear."

"I have the perfect one." Caius shows you his choice which says, 'Once a King, always a King. But once a Knight is never enough!'

"Hmmm?" you suppress a smile.

"You do understand the play on words," Caius queries, one hand sliding up your arm, giving you goosebumps.

"Yes, Caius, I get it. Now behave, before Aro gives us another dressing down." You look for Marcus, who is looking over the display. "Find anything you like, Marcus?"

He picks out one that says 'Wear Black, Drink Blood', then looks down at you, his brows raised.

"Well, it's to the point. And very Volturi. I love it." He puts an arm around you, asking you if you've found one to your liking. You point to a blue one that says 'Ocean City, Maryland. Summer paradise.' with an ocean, two palm trees and the sun imaged on it. It was typical tourist kitsch and you grab it.

Aro pays for all the t-shirts and you get to carry the bag. When you leave the store, you see a stand that sells buckets of fries. You've heard of this stand and run over to get a medium size bucket. You return to the masters, eating the hot fries one at a time. And as usual, Aro makes a face.

"Child, your health."

"Aro, it's one small medium-sized bucket, and besides, eventually I'll be changed and then it won't matter. I'll be in perfect health. Forever." You feel a hand tug playfully on your ponytail. but when you turn around, no one is there. "Caius," you mutter.

As you continue down the boardwalk, you find a gaming room loaded with all kinds of machines and a large sign that says "Prizes!" hanging overhead.

You challenge the masters to play the bowling game, asking them to give any tickets they win to you. You don't do too badly, but vampire skills win the day, and your hands are soon full of tickets. You sort them out and stuff them in your pockets. then challenge them to air hockey. Caius is always up to a challenge that feels like a battle, and offers to play with you once he understands how. Aro and Marcus watch with curiosity and are soon cheering you on. Of course Caius wins but he does give you all his tickets. After a while you add up them up and redeem them for another stuffed animal.

"What is this, my dear?" Aro asks, turning the toy over in his hands.

"You claim to have read more books than any human in the world, and you don't know Winnie the Pooh?"

He gives you back the bear and states imperiously, "We don't read children's stories, dear one."

"Hmmm. Well, maybe we should get to the hotel. Our room may be ready by now." And it is. Once in your upper level suite, you look around, smiling when you see the large balcony. You go out and look over the entire boardwalk, the beach and the ocean beyond. "It's perfect," you whisper.

The masters are not impressed, feeling there is no grandeur, but if it makes you happy, they are happy.

"I'm hungry. Can we go downstairs and get something to eat, and maybe get a drink and play pool?"

In the bar, you find one pool table not in use and claim it. You persuade Marcus to play against you first. With a mai tai in your hand, you choose your pool stick and wait for Marcus to do likewise. He watches you break, and in no time he understands the concept of the game. You love pool and have not done too poorly, but Marcus easily beats you three out of three. You put your sticks away, but before he walks away, you stand on tiptoe and kiss him. He watches you silently while you go pick up your drink.

After several games of darts, in which both Aro and Caius defeat you, you finish your drink and say, "If my ego was in constant need of boosting, I'd be very depressed by now." But you realize, you don't need to think about your ego. You have the best companions in the world.

You fetch a supper from a local eatery and then return to the room. The masters go sit outside on the balcony while you eat, then you join them. You stand behind Marcus, your hands on his shoulders. The sun is now setting, and the crowds have thinned considerably. You inhale deeply of the salt-sea air, so different from the air in Volterra.

You feel Marcus rest his cold hand on yours, drawing you down. He seems to enjoy the warmth of your skin. The sweet scent of warm cinnamon milk, with a dollop of whipped creme, fills your nose. His soft hair tickles your cheek.

When you ready for bed, tired from your full day, he is the one who tucks you in. You ask him to lie with you awhile, whereupon you both talk about the day, and you even dare ask a couple of questions about being a vampire. As you fade off to sleep, you feel Marcus kiss you, gently at first, then with a bit more passion. You determine you need to speak to him about things, things...and then you're out.

The next morning, you feel hands shaking you. It's Caius. "Wake up, little human. Time to get ready to go."

"No, please, just three more hours." Then hands start to tickle you, making you shriek, "No fair! You're not ticklish. Stop! ARO!"

"Brother, she is awake. My dear, get ready please. Caius, take her things downstairs and we will be down in a moment."

No matter how much fun the masters seem to have when you travel, they also seem just as eager to go home.

Aro looks at you, then takes your hand in his and begins to read your most recent memories. After a couple seconds, you suddenly pull your hand from his.

"I'm not finished," Aro says, a frown on his face.

"Oh yes, you are," you retort. "I think I deserve some privacy where...uhem, my thoughts are my own, Aro."

He nods once, but then he gives you a smile of understanding. "I'll wait until you've had the chance to discuss the issue with our brother."

As if you plan to let him read you then. You huff quietly, and leave the room, Aro right behind you.

You meet up with patiently waiting Marcus and Caius, then leave the hotel lobby together.

"Let's ride the tram back to the parking lot," you suggest.

"Tram? What is a tram?" Aro asked.

You point at the conga line of open cars being pulled by a lead car. "That is the tram."

"Why take the tram, my dear?"

"Because I'm tired, Aro. And it would allow me one last look at everything before we go home. Hello, it's your little human here. You could run the length of the boardwalk in the time it takes to say 'run the length of the boardwalk'. I can't."

Aro bends to whisper in your ear. "All the more reason to change as soon as possible."

His whisper tickles. "I know," you say simply.

"She must be tired to offer no argument to that proposition, brother. Let's take the tram," Marcus says.

Everyone climbs onto the next tram, and rides it the length of the boardwalk to the parking lot. You take one more look around at the ocean, the shops, rides, then watch the masters while they do the same. You feel a hand take your own and look up at Marcus. He leans over to kiss your temple, then looks straight ahead. You lower your head and smile. You have a feeling Volterra will become your permanent home sooner than you thought. But for now, you're enjoying showing the Volturi masters a world they don't know as they prepare you for a world you never knew existed.

A/N : The vampire-themed t-shirts are real. Found them at an online shop.

[the-scrappy-stinger]

We open up to Honda being a mood.

This is Honda, and he's a business guy. He doesn't wanna go to the old okonomiyaki place with his high school buddies because he's bored gossiping about old girlfriends and passed memories. They make him go anyway. Along the way... they avoid KitKat.

Heading off to the old place, the shop is deserted, dirty, and run by the shopkeeper's only daughter. So what's basically the first place she does when they walk into the store?

What is it with this manga and women running restaurants? To be fair, she doesn't WANT to, her dad's just in the hospital. And she's got a toddler at home, and her husband works full time at a DIFFERENT restaurant as the head chef, and she's still expected to be a homemaker, so yeah, she actually has it rough.

So they all agree to help. Honda the grump is... not as agreed, but onboard in his own very food-tsundere way.

So of course he goes to the MEETING OF THE HIGH SCHOOL YOUTH TO SAVE THE OKONOMIYAKI PLand nobody else shows up. Figures. Honda the grump is alone.

AND OH NO, CUSTOMERS. AND HE DIDN'T READ THE RECIPE. I think I've had this nightmare. SO he sucks at it. KitKat comes over to borrow some flour and even though Honda the grump isn't the owner, he has a speech.

Weeping like my co so then a fuckin' yakuza boss comes in for food, because why the fuck is this place still getting reservations if the owner's been laid up for months- anyway so the yakuza boss nearly throws Honda into the back of a car to fuckin' kill him or whatever and KitKat's like "stop it. We're gonna use words."

And these guys were willing to kill Honda because he told them he didn't work there and the restaurant was closed because the owner's kid had the flu. ANd they're street food vendors.

Thus is the world of KitKat Jesus. (The Jesus part we're getting to, just stick with me.)

I have never related harder to a character in this manga in my life.

So KitKat's like "Look if you're here to shakedown for flavor THIS hard, let me try making the recipe. Honda you stay you have to taste test" and Honda's like "damn it!" because he is LITERALLY walking out the door! KitKat reads the recipe and goes "Wait... this is way too basic, this can't be right" and it turns out he's right, because despite living in the shop her whole life and watching her dad cook every day she didn't know the recipe.

So the street vendors are like "You should sell this at the food fair tomorrow!" and KitKat's like "... hell, why not?". Honda's like "okay i'm fucking LEAVING NOW THANK YOU" and the street vendors go "Hey wait aren't you a government worker? You know your job would be way easier if you did public work and people saw your face" and Honda's like "... ... sign me up."

They got the owner's daughter's permission, though, that's okay.

This next chapter's actually kind of cook- I mean cool! Freudian hungry. But KitKat talks about how food stall cooking is different from restaurant cooking, because you have to take into account eating on the go. Honda the grump is put on the cabbage cutter machine to help and bemoans that he wasn't allowed to eat street food as a kid.

Guy's just got opinions about fuckin' everything.

Honda the temporarily-asshole-for-the-plot decides to just go... LITERALLY grab customers out of someone else's line to force them to eat at his stall.

And starts a fight.

I'm starting to think the author has a low opinion of street food vendors.

OH wait no, I was wrong, they are ALSO the mafia. And street food vendors. Yeah there we go. No wonder Honda wasn't allowed to eat street food...

(skims ahead) oh god I'm gonna run out of pictures again- SO TO SUM UP:

The Capo wants to put the screws to Honda the grump because he tried to cheat at food stalls, so he has his two lancers, big dudes who cook fast, give him a bunch of okonomiyaki to sell before sunset, but KitKat's like "you bitch, you gave him shitty food to sell so you could kick his ass later".

Honda at this point must be like "I wouldn't be in this situation if everybody else hadn't flaked out on me, christ".

OH well, only one way to settle it.

And Honda the... weirdly malleable personality for the plot is like "I am so moved by this cook-off between two rival food mafia gangs that I volunteer to be the chef".

And so KitKat's like "Okay". TRAINING

Honda the singer now apparently has to sing ONLY this song for the next two days.

It's supposed to help him improve his internal clock so he doesn't have to look at his watch while he's cooking. Three minutes to cook on one side, six minutes on the other. ... thing is.

This song's been covered a LOT. And most of them aren't 3 minutes long. Most of them are REALLY fuckin' short actually. Fun little bop though!

Must be this version.

Hey, me too, guy!!!

So the training continues, and on the day of the cook-off-

Sooey sooey, soodada-lata, soodada-lata sooey sooey!~

And his place is a hit! Because-

It's in easy-to-eat pieces!

So he wins the contest- wait whatever happened to the restaurant?? WELL LEMME TELL YOU!

Honda the better goes back to his normal job.

Honda's buddies realize that they forgot about the plot for TWO WEEKS.

Buncha assholes!

And... Honda has quit his well-paying government office job... to work the okonomiyaki bar.

I mean... Not judging but... like, benefits? Vacation days? ... not going home at night smelling like cooking oil? Just a thought...

Story arc length: 9 chapters.

[666writingcafe]

Lesson 5: How to Befriend the Avatar of Gluttony

With each passing day, MC's losing more of their ability to make their own decisions. Mammon and Levi regularly use the pact they have with MC to force them to do things that they have no interest doing (like eating other people's food and staying up all night to play video games), and the seventh brother is constantly controlling MC's actions as a result of possessing them in their dream.

And if that wasn't enough, Beel's currently seconds away from killing MC and Mammon due to them eating his custard.

MC's Current Relationship Statuses

Lucifer: Things have gotten a lot more angsty between the two of them. Lucifer's worried sick about MC, and MC wants to tell him the truth about what's going on but is unable to, no thanks to the seventh brother.

Mammon: MC's developed a soft spot for Mammon, despite everything.

Levi: tentative friends

Satan: on the path to becoming friends

Asmo: stable

Beel: surprisingly stable

The Seventh Brother: There's a constant battle between him and MC for control.

Diavolo: stable

Barbatos: stable

Simeon: slightly more friendly

Solomon: stable

Luke: stable

Notes

MC makes sure to carry the knife Lucifer gave them wherever they go.

The more Mammon lies about eating Beel's custard, the more MC becomes irritated at him. So, when Mammon throws them under the bus, MC snaps, "I wouldn't have eaten it if you didn't use our pact to manipulate me into doing it! I don't take death notes lightly, and I don't appreciate you lying about what happened in order to save your sorry ass from getting in trouble!"

On the one hand, MC's upset that their room got destroyed. On the other hand, it could give MC the opportunity to style that room the way they want it, because they weren't super keen on the original design.

There's a part of MC that doesn't understand why they had to sit through Lucifer's three-hour lecture. It's not like they destroyed rooms or ate things willingly...

As much as MC's understanding of how Mammon feels about them, they're not exactly in the mood to spend an indefinite amount of time in his room while their room gets fixed.

Plus, the seventh brother whispers in MC's head, it'll allow them to get closer to Beel.

MC Enters Beel's Room for the First Time

MC Confronts Belphegor

MC really doesn't want to eavesdrop on Beel and Lucifer's conversation, but Belphie makes them drop down to their knees and lean in to listen.

MC does not like the side of Lucifer that would eliminate people for opposing Diavolo. Yet, something tells them that he has a good reason.

Mammon scares the shit out of MC when they hear his voice out of nowhere.

MC's surprised that Mammon told them that the brothers were once angels. Not because they don't believe him, but because he willingly gave up that information without much thought.

Thankfully for MC, Mammon's too busy putting himself up on a pedestal to notice their eyes turn purple as Belphie makes them recall their conversation from the night before.

Unluckily for MC, Belphie makes them pass out right there at the dining table. This time, instead of dragging MC to him, he meets them in the void.

Belphie: Do you understand now? Do you know why you must help me escape?

MC: I won't be doing it to help you. I'm doing it for Beel.

Belphie: I see. Well, no matter what your reason is, this works out well for me, so I'm fine with it. Now, I'll say this as many times as I have to, because it's important. You can't tell my other brothers anything about this. They have to keep believing that I'm up in the human world as an exchange student.

MC: Then quit making my eyes change colors, because I'm pretty sure both Lucifer and Beel suspect that something's going on.

Belphie: I'm afraid I can't do that unless you obey my orders, which you haven't been very good at thus far.

When MC wakes back up, Mammon has a million questions. Unfortunately, MC can't answer any of them.

MC's legitimately concerned that Luke's just hanging out at the gates of the House of Lamentation, for both his sake and theirs. MC doesn't want to get in trouble, and they don't want to see Luke get eaten. That's why they tell Luke to not be so loud when they meet him outside.

MC tells Luke that their room is currently under construction and that they're staying in Beel's room as a result, but to MC's dismay (and Belphie's delight--the man wants to cause chaos), Luke's feeling brave enough to take the risk.

MC comes to Luke's defense (again) when Beel insults him by calling him a dog. However, when Beel offers Luke pomegranate juice, MC coaxes the young angel into drinking it, for the point of the exchange program is to start allowing angels, demons, and humans to get along.

MC's impressed that Luke's learning how to bake. That's a skill that MC's certainly has not had time to work on in the human world.

And then to find out that Luke wants to bake Michael a cake some day? Simply adorable.

Belphie starts laughing in MC's head when Luke tells MC that they'll be corrupted if they begin making friends with demons, and MC has to stop themselves from hitting their head against a wall in the hopes of getting him to shut up.

MC can't help but give Luke a hug once he's done venting (and they've elbow Beel for his mumbling). Back in the human world, MC made sure to take a kid's concerns seriously. Just because it's not a problem for them doesn't mean that the kid doesn't have a right to his feelings.

MC tells Beel that they'll take the hit if and when his brothers find out that an angel's staying in his room. After all, MC's the one that's allowed Luke to crash for a bit.

Belphie interferes by forcing MC to tell Mammon to leave them alone so that he can enjoy the chaos of having an angel stay at the house.

MC to Asmo after his comment: "Last I checked, insults weren't a form of flirting."

Once again, MC has to elbow Beel for his muttering at the breakfast table.

MC to Luke when they find him roaming the halls: "I understand that you're curious, Luke, but Beel's right. This isn't exactly the right occasion to be exploring. Perhaps when you're formally invited, we can show you around, but for right now it's best if you stay in Beel's room."

While MC tells Luke that they'll keep his secret of liking Lucifer when he was an angel, they do eventually tell Lucifer this information so that he can start acting nicer towards the young angel.

Upon Beel telling Luke that there's a surprise inspection occurring, MC tries to take out their D.D.D. to text Lucifer about the situation. However, Belphie makes MC throw their phone across the room so that it's out of reach.

The moment Lucifer enters Beel's room, MC and Belphie begin arguing. MC wants to tell Lucifer that Luke's asked to stay with them because he told Simeon off, and Belphie wants to cause Lucifer as much trouble as he possibly can. The arguing intensifies when Lucifers asks if there's anything MC or Beel would like to tell him, which results in MC's eyes flickering between their natural color and Belphie's. Beel ends up having to be the one to state that there isn't anything worth mentioning.

The arguing starts back up again the next morning when Simeon asks MC and Beel if they're looking after Luke.

For some totally bizarre reason (wink wink), MC compares Satan to Draco Malfoy when he demands to know what Beel and MC are talking about.

[glamrockerfredbear]

i've been stalking ur blog for a while now and i'm so giddy for your growth bc u absolutely deserve it u feed us so well & ur writing style is 🤌✨

i do have a hc request- how would freddy, bonnie, sun, and moon handle a situation where someone's flirting with them but they're already taken? with the reader trying to hide their jealousy

🐿 this ask is so good Anon. Whaaat I’m back whaaaat. ALSO I HAVE A AO3 ACCOUNT PEOPLE. SAME USERNAME.

Idiots with jealous S/O

☆ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. ☆

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 🐊

Mr Gator. The stupidest, most stupidly popular gator in the Plex. Now, we all know how many fans groupies he has had. Far too many for any of us to count one by one. Monty loves any type of attention he is given, he gobbles it up like the golf balls he eats!

So sometimes, you can actually catch the dumb gator gently rumbling and purring at the praise he is being given by his fans. Usually, you don’t mind. As long as Monty is happy and is enjoying his time being praised by his fans, who are you to step in?

But this time

Oh THIS time

You almost had to certainly step in.

You were busy doing your thing, setting up the neon decorated plates and paper cups for a birthday party that had Monty booked. As the shiny and sparkly Monty balloon went up above the chairs, you went off to look for the equally shiny and sparkly Monty. He was running late! He needed to be at the party soon or else you’d have another child puffing their cheeks and beginning the wailing sirens…

Your madman running around the Plex caught the attention of Freddy, the biggest gentleman—or gentlebear—of the Plex. He, bless his sweet soul, guided you to where he had last seen your gator: Roxy Raceway.

Number One: You avoided Roxy Raceway because this is where most angsty and emotional teens went to hide from the annoyingly 80s restaurant. So often you would get nasty glares or be asked questions that made you want to go against guest safety guidelines.

Number Two: Roxy was nice and all but she certainly had her moments. Being a rockstar must not be an easy life since what you’ve seen it’s done her. Sometimes you find strands of her hair around the raceway, and you’re too afraid to ask if it’s from her pulling them out or from stress.

Number Three: …Who is that girl?

You squinted your eyes to spot your tall handsome boyfriend talking to a girl decked out in Monty merch. She obviously seemed extremely excited and enthusiastic to meet him but—him? Not so much. Monty kept shifting his eyes towards the side and even up to ceiling, something you came to known as ‘I-Don’t-Wanna-Talk-To-You’. (He does this many times when managers scold him)

You went to rescue, but as you inched closer to make up a little white lie about having to whisk Monty away into a world of glitter and funfetti cake, he spoke before you,

“Ah, my darlin’!” He grinned, quickly pulling you close to him. You looked up at him, already knowing to play the part and help him escape the conversation.

“My sweet, sweet Monty. We have to go. You’re wanted at Table 7!”

“Shit- I mean- Shoot, I forgot! Damn, talk to ya later, Kim. Nice meetin’ ya.” Monty gave his signature two wave salute to the fan, who seemed content with her time with Monty. You grinned up at Monty, who seemed less uptight. You didn’t want to brag or anything, but you almost certainly had an affect on Monty.

He always loosened his tough guy looks, softened his snarls, his tail wagged ever so slightly, his sometimes loud bellows became soft and rumbly in his chest. He always seemed to slow down and relax with you around. And you always internally felt yourself explode seeing the reaction from him everytime.

“Guess I really saved you, huh?”

“I’m only going ‘cause you said you would play golf w’me.”

𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 ☆ 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲

Freddy is a pushover, there is no doubt about that. You have never seen someone be such a doormat. You could ask him to jog around the entire building with a delicate egg on his head and he wouldn’t find the courage to say no. (Don’t actually try this out on him :( he’s sensitive)

So you really, really have to take the role of the assertive partner. You know those memes of guys saying that when they get the wrong order or are missing something, their s/o speaks up? Yeah that’s you.

Freddy, ever the loving boyfriend he is, often apologizes for the situations he gets himself in when he can’t find the courage to say no. He honest to God feels guilty everytime he sees you jogging towards him. He droops his ears and saddens his often bright eyes. You can’t take it everytime he does it.

And this time, it was no different. A rather chatty boy came up to Freddy, clearly showing romantic interest by feeling Freddy’s arm and asking if Freddy’s single, which Freddy obviously replied with ‘no, I am in a committed relationship!”

If the flirting wasn’t bad enough, the boys ‘jokes’ about stealing him really got under your skin. You glanced at Freddy who was clearly in distraught at what to do. Already standing, you were about to make your way to your too sweet to say no boyfriend, when…

“I-I’m terribly sorry if this comes off as rude, but please, refrain from making suggestive jokes about me and my Superstar.” Freddy choked out, somehow seeming small and timid. The boy shut his mouth.

Then, the boy nodded awkwardly and quickly excused himself to his group of friends. And you finally saw Freddy uncup his hands and exhale, staring at you with a wide smile.

“You did so great, Freddy!” You praised, raising your hands to a happy bear who was already kneeling to your height, allowing you to pet and kiss all over his favorite spots.

“Thank you, Superstar.” Freddy hummed softly, clearly enchanted and loving all the kissing he was receiving.

This was a big step for Freddy; becoming more assertive about things meant he’d find an easier way to put his foot down. A small thing to achieve for some, sure, but for you and him?

It obviously meant a celebration in late night cuddles and abusing Level 10 Security Clearance to the movie theatre!

𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 ☆ 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞

Bonnie was very chatty and friendly. He was very approachable compared to others and besides Freddy and Sun, he was the most amiable. Which meant he fell victim to a loooot of flirting and suggestive stares from guests.

Unlike Monty who shuffles from side to side, avoiding his tanturms in worry of being scolded or locked in his room or Freddy who is a pushover,

Your sweet bunny put his foot down when he saw your discomfort or annoyance at anyone. He didn’t care if it made them uncomfortable by the sudden tone change, you came before a lot of other humans in his eyes. You were his dear.

He was more protective and affectionate than Monty. You may be wondering, ‘How is he more affectionate than the Gator?’ Well he literally throws an arm around you and man-spreads if he’s sitting, basically inviting you to sit on his lap.

You choke everytime he does it. Because to be honest, nobody expects this behavior from such a funny guy like Bonnie. You think he’s just fooling around,

But that serious, loving and suggestive gaze says otherwise everytime.

You couldn’t forget how he made you feel everytime. Enclosed and protected and safe and loved and jeez, is it hot in here?

And you always believe, stupidly, that the last time he did it will be the final time. (It never is)

Now you find yourself plotted on his lap like a pretty decoration to his large and broad figure. Bonnie’s decorated ears bounce with his shiny, golden earrings as he sends a straight message to the two behind him trying to feel his shoulders.

That soft yet strong grip he has on your hips makes you want to flop around like a fish. Bonnie will never, ever shy away from pda and you don’t know if that’s a blessing or not. He loves to fluster you in public like this.

“Well, I say I’m pretty tired. Why don’t we head to my room for some alone time, cottontail?” Bonnie smiles down at you.

Well? Why don’t you? :)

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 ☼

Listen: Sun is everything but oblivious. He runs a very busy and popular daycare with minimal staff help. He catches everything even if it seems like he doesn’t. Observant should be his middle name with how much his eyes are peered for everything.

So, when staff or even guests flirt with him, he plays the role of oblivious very well. He hates confrontation, so often he tries to find other solutions to problems. And those solutions often require you, the sunshine of his life to help him.

You side glance a guest who was getting too comfortable with staying so close in proximity to Sun when discussing business hours. His pleading side glances sent you the message that you had to rush over to save your dear sweet.

Your march towards Sun was full of jealousy and annoyance.

“Who are you?” The guest huffed, their annoyance practically dripping out of their lips. You unconsciously formed a disgusted facial expression under workers’ hat. They did not just ask that.

Who they think they are? You are obviously someone important to not only the daycare but to Sun with how decorated you are with Sun pins, cheery grin and everything!

“I’m someone who Sun wants to actually be around.” The snarl you gave would’ve even intimidated the DJ.

You were really about to catfight this bitch guest on the matted floors of the daycare. Unfortunately, the tall daycare attendant gently tugged you to a mess of toys in the far distance, very far from the glaring guest. You swear that if Sun had the chance, he would’ve picked you up and carried you away to his room.

But duty calls before any cuddles, so you two kneeled down to pick up some toys off of the ground with the help of a STAFF bot and a kind child.

“Sweet sunshine,” Sun began, eyeing the Sunny pin on your blue work shirt,

“What’s up Sun?”

Sun’s little giggles intrigued you. “Don’t look like you’re about to rip someone’s head off next time.”

You scoffed, but smiled with Sun, “I can’t help it! I had to. They were asking for it.” You reasoned as Sun’s slender fingers gently caressed your skin and his ‘kisses’ soothed your heated cheek. His ‘kisses’ and affection made it worth it.

“Let me handle it, do not lose your temper over jerks.” Sun reasoned, the excessive eyeing of the Sun pin on you making you think he had some pride in being displayed so proudly on your person.

“Alright alright.”

Sun smiled and sneaked a loving kiss to your lips when the child helping you looked away, causing the STAFF bot to stare. You could’ve sworn you saw a tear fall from its eyes (MUST BE NICE??? DATING SUN.)

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 ☽

Out of all the animatronics, you’d consider Moon the most avoiding of crowds and people in general. So when he got flirted with by someone who was very interested in him, he often shuddered and stuttered out polite and awkward sentences.

He’d get annoyed quick enough and sometimes just, leave. It’s not because he’s rude, no, he tries his hardest to be as kind as possible to guests. It’s literally ingrained into him through his programming and code.

But it’s just if you push Moon too far, he will just up and leave the conversation.

You’ve seen this happen too many times before. A guest or staff member becomes too friendly, touching Moon too much that it overwhelms him. And then, the minute they turn to see some noise in the distance, Moon climbs to the ceiling to scurry off into his room to relax.

You never had to do anything to step in. He always treated it himself. You did have to help him though.

And that was by relaxing with him by allowing him to vent and to tell his frustrations to you as he lays his head to the comfortable pillow. He always waited for you to enter his room so you could begin to cuddle and detangle from the social interactions.

The soft mechanical whirrs of his body, the gentle breathing, the hard glow of his red eyes softening so it won’t hurt your eyes in the dark, the comfy hat on his head feeling soft and nice on your hand and fingers, you never felt too jealous because you always knew Moon and you would end like this. Intertwined and unwinding from social life.

The times you do get jealous though are when you silently think to yourself because a guest is tinkering with Moon. You don’t show it, but you do get jealous when Moon is doing things with others that you could’ve clearly done it with him too. But maybe you’re just clingy or something…

However, you never act on these feelings. Because he’s more valuable to you than you dumb pettiness :)

Also he likes to fall asleep cuddling, so, you will always feel reassured at the end of the day!

[silverynight]

Hello! If it's alright with you, I have a small request for a oneshot maybe? For Kimetsu No Yaiba/Demon Slayer? The story would be taking place post-Mugen Train arc, (where Rengoku lives because OF COURSE he does, maybe with an eyepatch), and after everybody is mostly healed from it, the Pillars and Zenitsu are curious on how Tanjirou (and maybe even Inosuke?) was able to escape the dream thing, considering it must have been very hard because he might have seen his family there. Just IMAGINE when they see Tanjirou suddenly get a bit uncomfortable as he rubs his neck awkwardly and says he killed himself to get out of the dream. Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE (pillars, Kamaboko Squad, Nezuko, basically everyone) getting all protective because Tanjirou has not mentioned a thing about it, and I remember Enmu saying that killing themselves, dream or not, takes an incredible amount of mental strength. Thank you!

At this point, Zenitsu is used to the attention that's fortunately not directed at himself but his friend Tanjirou. Everyone's at the butterfly mansion because Tanjirou is there (still recovering from his fight with the dream demon) and the hashira were all desperate to see him.

Rengoku is getting better as well, he was the most injured of everyone (his left eye is useless now) and yet he looks more worried about Tanjirou than himself. He's been trying to get the boy to eat more (sometimes he sits him on his lap and tries to feed him himself while looking at him like he's the most precious thing in the world) but he's not the only one that's constantly fussing over the boy with dark red hair.

"How did you manage to wake up from your dream?" Kocho asks what Zenitsu has been dying to know, because to him it was like jumping from one dream to another.

Everyone around the table stops whatever they're doing in order to look at Tanjirou, even Shinazugawa forgets to pretend he doesn't care and actually turns his head towards him.

There's a slight blush spreading over Tanjirou's cheeks as he scratches one of them nervously. He looks at Inosuke for help, but the other boy is too busy shoving one rice ball after another into his mouth.

"I killed myself in the dream. It's the only thing I came up with in order to wake up," Tanjirou mumbles, still looking a little bit flustered.

Zenitsu feels a sudden wave of concern that's seconded by all the Pillars' hearts. Not exactly for the first time, because Tanjirou is sometimes too good not to want to take care of him, but perhaps with more intensity now he feels protective towards him.

All the hashira must be dying at the moment.

"The demon tried to trick him into doing it for real," Inosuke finally cuts in, mouth still full. "I stopped Santaro before he cut his own head."

He's really proud of himself and Zenitsu is sure the Pillars are really happy he was there next to Tanjirou in that moment, but right now the fact that they almost lost Tanjirou is too real for them to think properly.

"Are you alright?" Kanroji sobs, trying to reach out to the boy.

"Yes, don't worry Kanroji-san, that happened a while ago," Tanjirou assures her with a smile, but it's not enough for any of them.

Rengoku takes him in his arms and embraces him like he doesn't want to let him go. Tomioka gets closer to them to cup Tanjirou's face in his hands.

"I'm fine!" Tanjirou mumbles again, nose twitching as he finally realizes how worried they are about him. "Inosuke saved me!"

"It's a shame you killed the demon," Shinazugawa says then, his eyes darkening with hate for a moment. "I would've loved to kill him myself."

"Maybe you should travel with one of us from now on, just in case," Uzui suggests right before taking one of Tanjirou's hands to kiss it.

Although everyone knows Tanjirou is not going to allow them to give him special treatment.

"I can deal with my own missions, don't worry."

"But now that you're Kyojuro's tsuguko you have to go on missions with him," Tokito comments, prompting everyone to nod.

Zenitsu rolls his eyes, he remembers that not long ago they were fighting over who was going to train Tanjirou, but he supposes that his safety is more important than anything.

And honestly? He likes them a little bit more just because of that.

"That's right!" Rengoku grins before leaning to press his lips on the top of Tanjirou's head, Tomioka narrows his eyes at the flame hashira but the boy doesn't notice it.

"Oh... Well, if that's the case then it's fine."

The relief he can hear in everyone's hearts is overwhelming, Zenitsu is still not sure how Tanjirou doesn't realize what's going on; there must be something in their scents, right? Or perhaps all the scents together are too much for Tanjirou at the moment.

It doesn't really matter, Zenitsu is glad that Tanjirou has so many people that would do anything for him.

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SFW ALPHABET A-Z

Gojo Satoru Edition 💙

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A= Admiration (How do they admire you? What is their thoughts about you? What is their reaction in meeting you for the first time? Do they instantly like you?)

Gojou loves staring at you and he's not afraid if he gets caught.

Even if you're doing chores or you're laughing with the first years. You could of just woken up with messy hair, drool dried on the corner of your mouth and he'll still think you're the most beautiful person in the world.

When he stares at you it's as if the world slows down and everyone goes in slow motion. He'll notice the twinkle in your eyes or how you suddenly shifted to your right. As he's in a trace where his hearts flutters at the sight of you.

His Six Eyes will notice even the tiniest detail about you.

Even in a crowded room his eyes will immediately try to find your form. You're the first person he seeks whenever and wherever.

He likes to boast about you to everyone, especially his students. You're his lover and he's proud to have you.

To him, you're his equal, his safe haven. You're the only person he can truly let his guard down with. You love him not because "he's the strongest shaman" but just as "Satoru" and that's something he thinks about that makes him feel all warm inside.

You're his everything, he wouldn't know what would he do if he ever loses you. If Gojou truly loves you he will fully commit to it.

You and Gojou didn't exactly start off on the right foot.

You thought he was too arrogant and annoying.

While he thought you were weak and boring.

You quickly proved that wrong, and his perception of you changed. He would often tease you and find opportunities to spar with you.

You slowly started to grow on each other from rivals to lovers.

He's still annoying though.

B= Bestie (Do they act like best friends while dating? How comfortable are they with you?)

Why absolutely! You guys are lovers at the same time bestfriends.

Gojou is very comfortable around you. He's pretty confident man already but when he's around you there's no breaks for this man.

He will do the wackiest and craziest things just see you laugh and smile.

You both tell each other everything, such as recent turn of events or even student gossip. He loves to gossip.

You can expect him to wake you up at 2 am just to go to McDonald's while blasting music from the car while you both sing on top of your lungs.

Of course there will be moments where both have arguments or disagreements but they don't last long. They get solved pretty easily.

"Wanna get icecream?"

"Fine, but you're playing."

Gojou can be quite obnoxious at times and you're not afraid to let him know. He doesn't listen and still annoy you anyways.

But now you should be used to his antics and don't take them too seriously.

There is no such thing as a boundary for this man.

He can literally become your safe haven during sad times or hell as he tickles you until you cry.

C= Cuddles (How often do they cuddle? How are they when they cuddle? What cuddle position do they like best? Are they the Big Spoon or Little Spoon?)

If he could, Gojou would always want to be cuddling with you. Whenever and wherever you both are.

He loves the feeling of having you in his arms or him in your arms. His home is where your arms are. It's one of the moments where his Infinity isn't activated.

He wrap his long limps around you and bring you as physically close as possible so he can nuzzle against you or press kisses to you.

Whenever he's in a cuddling mood or he's feeling stressed he'll come to find you and pull you to the nearest chair. He'll have you sit in his lap while he embraces you tightly. He won't go until he's satisfied too!

He usually prefers to be the bigger spoon, he likes the idea that you're safe within his arms. Sometimes he'll just stare at you while you sleep, smiling to himself as he drifts off to sleep.

If you're both in bed you must cuddle! It's a rule he made up.

He doesn't being the little spoon either, he loves the feeling of when you playing with hair. He truly feels comfortable and vulnerable within your arms.

He can't decide with position he likes best, he just likes the feeling of your body close to his.

D= Domestic (Are they willing to settle down with you? Are they willing to do chores? What do you two do at home?)

Gojou never thought he would settle down. That is until he met you!

With his busy and dangerous lifestyle, he thought he would spend the rest of his days alone.

Being with him, is a huge risk. The higher ups or the enemies would use you as a bargaining chip.

After lots of convincing, that you'll promise to be by his side forever. You'll have his heart now and forever.

Gojou when he's at home...he's lazy. He'll be munching on some snacks, lying on the sofa while you hang the laundry.

Somedays he's tired from work, so you let him be but if he really isn't doing anything. Some threats work really well on him.

"If you don't don't do the laundry, you're sleeping on the sofa tonight!"

"Then I'm off to do it!"

Having growing up with servants, he's not used to doing household chores.

But he will try, because he doesn't want you take take on the full workload. Teach him, he's a fast learner!

At home, within your arms is where he feels safest. Majority of the time you two would be in contact with each other one way or another.

You're watching tv? He's sitting you with his arm around your shoulder. If you're cooking, he'll come and unexpectedly hug you from behind. This man craves your touch.

Watching movies or television is something you both do very often, you'll both be snuggled up together, while Gojou throws commentary here and there.

Cooking or baking is another thing you both do. Majority of the time you both rarely get to spend together due to Gojou's work schedule. Who ever arrives home first will have to make dinner. However, you two are both at home you both help each other make a delicious dessert or meal. Nothing like eating a home cooked meal together.

Playing video games together is a must! You're his player number 2. He's very competitive so if he wins, it's non stop boasting but if he loses he demands an immediate rematch. Mario Kart or Super Smash Brothers is some the common ones you both play.

E= Endeavor (Are they supportive in you trying to do something? Will they help you reach for it?)

Gojou Satoru is known to be your literal hype man.

He will be very supportive of you and what you're trying to accomplish. As long as it's not something like becoming a murder. He's gonna have to do a double take on that.

If you're gonna become a piano, he'll have a grand piano delivered straight to your home. If you're gonna become an artist, he will buy you the best art supplies.

As they say "live your life to the fullest" and Gojou completely agrees with that statement.

If you're trying to learn something new, he will be encouraging you. There are times where he can be a little but don't take it to heart. He just wants you to improve and sugarcoating things isn't always the best way to improve.

If you're feeling down but you're trying to achieve, he'll be there to comfort you and motivate you.

"Things won't always go your way, but I promise I'll be there to cheer you on."

If you're trying to learn a new skill, he might have a go at it too. He's a fast learner but if he doesn't or can't do something, he'll just blame it on the fact that if he does it then he's gonna become perfect so he chooses not to. It's just to save his huge ego.

F= Fights (How often do you guys fight? Who apologizes first? How long will the fight last? What is the reason behind the fight?)

You guys argue pretty often but they're mostly about trival issues. Like Gojou forgot to take out the trash or who cooks today.

If you both do fight seriously. It would definitely have to do with "work". Because of Gojou's busy schedule you're not sure when will he be back home or when he will be gone. If you both have very different schedules it would definitely lead to some misunderstandings.

If you realize you did something wrong you'll apologize to him right away. While he spouts things like "I told you so!" but he's only teasing.

If he realizes he did something wrong it'll take him a while for him to admit it. Depending on the seriousness of the situation his apology will differ.

If it's something trivial, he'll just pepper you with kisses while says sorry a hundred times.

If it's serious, he'll fully embrace you and apologize, straight to the point no needless words.

Trivial fights don't last long but serious one may take time. Depending on who's wrong or right.

Gojou is a stubborn person so even if he's wrong it'll take him a while to admit it. Maybe days or a week but no longer than that. After all he can't resist not being around you.

G= Guard (Are they protective of you? How protective are they? Are they willing to risk themselves to save you?)

This depends whether you're a shaman or a civilian.

If you are a civilian, he will be very protective of you. You don't have the ability to see curses so who knows what or when can hurt you.

He'll take sure to put lots of talismans and barriers around your home for safety.

Gojou due to his busy work schedule won't always be home or be around you. During these days he's worried sick about you.

He'll be sure to message or call you whenever he can to check up on you.

If he truly senses you're in danger, no matter what he'll go to you instantly. After that happens he'll more frightened of losing you and might resort to leaving you.

Despite how much he loves you, you're life is more precious than him. He can't risk that by being around you.

If you're a shaman just like him, he won't be as protective over you. He'll understand and trust that you'll be able to defend yourself.

He'll make sure to spar with you so that you won't lose in touch in fighting.

Even though he knows you can take care of yourself, in his heart he still worries for you. So he may or may not pop up randomly during your missions and exorcise the curse immediately.

You may end up getting annoyed or mad at him because you may think he thinks you're weak but that's not the case. He just loves you and worries about you.

Whether you're a civilian or shaman, Gojou will 100% risk his life to save you. He's lost so many people, he can't afford lose you too.

If you're out in public, he'll be sure to be holding your hand or have an arm around your waist. He'll glare at anyone who looks at you funny through his sunglasses.

Gojou has a massive presence so good luck to anyone who tries to approach you. They gotta get through him first.

H= Healing (What is their reaction in you getting hurt? Do they get hurt often? Do they help you patching you up? Or do they not know how to patch you up, and tries their hardest?)

Gojou hates seeing you hurt in anyway. Even if it's a tiny wound. It's kinda like if you're hurt he's hurt too. That's his way of thinking.

If you get injured during a mission, you can bet Gojou will be all over you.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"For the hundred time, yes..."

Despite your assurance that are fine, he'll still insist to take you to Shoko just to be safe.

If it's a trivial wound like you accidentally cut yourself or you stubbed your toe. Gojou will be the one to take care of the wound. He does have basic knowledge on how to treat wounds.

If it's a severe wound, he'll instantly bring you to Shoko. He'll teleport all the way from Hokkaido to Tokyo if he has to.

He doesn't know how to use the Reverse Cursed Technique but at the moment when you're dying in his arms he will try his best to.

He will literally become your human shield if he knows things are dire.

If he sees an enemy wound you, well it's gonna be game over for the enemy. Instant oblivion.

It is known that Gojou has his Infinity activated at all times, so he doesn't ever get hurt whether from missions or trivial issues.

Very rare but when he does turn off his Infinity he can get hurt but it's because he let's it happen.

He still gets sick from time to time because that's something his Infinity can't protect him from.

I= Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do you two often go on dates?)

Gojou as we all know is very affectionate and romantic person.

He's very cheesy and likes to tease you just to see you blush.

He can't keep his hands off of you, he has to be touching you even just by lacing your fingers together. He also likes to stand near you often behind you or right beside you.

Gojou goes all over Japan for his missions and he makes sure to always bring a souvenir home for you whether it's a little trinket or something you'll like. Definitely will buy sweets, he'll share just a little though.

You'll often be surprised with deliveries of bouquets at work addressed to you but not written from who but you know who it is.

This man is extremely rich, so you ever have an eye on something, he'll secretly buy it for you.

When you're cold, he'll give you his jacket or hug you to keep you warm. If you're feeling hot under the sun, use this man as your personal shade. He doesn't mind.

It's rare for the both of you to have day offs at the same time so it's always something special to him.

He'll either take you out shopping or a cafe date.

He loves going around Tokyo with you to different places and secretly takes pictures of you when you're not looking.

If you don't feel like going anywhere he's fine with just cuddling you while watching a movie.

Gojou just has a sense for you if you're feeling down or stressed. He'll instantly know and would try to make you feel better.

He can cook your favorite meal or even give you a massage.

He's not shy to show the world how much he loves you, everyone in the Jujutsu society knows about you two.

J= Jealousy (How often do they get jealous? Do they get easily jealous? How will they react?)

Gojou doesn't get jealous easily. He trusts you and knows the things you do and won't do. However, on rare occasions it does happen but he won't directly voice it out.

"I'm the strongest most handsome shaman ever!" But behind that he still has insecurities. It usually depends on the person you're interacting with. If he sees you getting a little too close to someone, he'll step inーcausally stepping in between the two of you. A hand around your waist around strangers and a full on back hug around people he knows.

If a stranger tries to pick you up, he'll swoop right in towering the poor stranger. He knows he's attractive and he knows show to use it.

"Pay attention to me (Y/N), not Nanami!.

"Satoru, we're talking the recent sighting of a grade 1 cursed spirit."

Afterwards he'll just be very whiny and needy, he wants your full attention on him and him only!

K= Kissing (Do they like kissing you? Are they shy or confident in kissing you?)

Gojou Satoru loves all forms of affection. Kissing being one of them.

Gojou has had experience with kissing so he knows what he's doing. One moment he'll be kissing you sweetly then it turns into a full blown make out session.

He's not embarrassed about kissing you in public. Despite the Japanese culture of being conservative of PDA. He won't be making out with you in front of the entire crosswalk but he'll give you pecks or smooches that last a moment or two.

Whenever he leaves for work, he'll always ask for his goodbye kiss or when he's back home he'll be eagerly waiting for your kiss.

Whenever you both pass by each other whether at home or at school, he'll press a chaste kiss to you.

His tongue is divine, he definitely knows how to use his tongue. You can bet he knows how to tie a cherry into a knot using just his tongue.

You will always taste something sweet lingering on him as you kiss him.

He doesn't have a specific type of kiss he likes, he likes them all as long as they're with you. Forehead kisses, cheek kisses, eskimo kisses you name it!

He will definitely will to try out all forms of kisses with you.

L= Love (Who drops the L-word first? Would they rather say it or do it?)

Love is a complicated feeling, Gojou hasn't felt that before with any of his past relationships.

That was until he met you. That's when he realized that what the feeling was.

You were cuddling in bed together, face to face. There was no talking just silence as the two of you stare deeply into each other's eyes. Only the light of the moonlight peaking through the curtains illuminating the room.

Gojou stares into your eyes with a soft smile on his face as he gently lays his hand on your cheek.

Your eyes held the universe within them, the universe that is you and it's staring back at him with so much love and affection within them. He feels the warmth spread throughout his body. He whispers softly "I love you..." as his own eyes reflect yours.

You gasp with eyes widening, processing the words he spoke. You feel your eyes well up in tears, as your cheeks warm. You place your hand over his and whisper back "I love you too.." smiling brightly at him.

That was the moment when he first told you he loved you, it was so genuine and raw.

Afterwards he'll always voice out that he loves you but of course he shows it as well. He'll call you beautiful while pressing a kiss to your forehead.

M= Marriage (How do they propose to you? What’s their ideal wedding like? Where do you plan it?)

Gojou is a very spontaneous man, I can imagine him doing it during the most mundane and random moments. Such as after you're both walking home from a date or maybe it's late into the night while you're both cuddling.

Maybe moments where you're hurt or if he almost lost you.

"Marry me, (Y/N)..."

It's just a spur of the moment kind of thing, when he's the most vulnerable. When he realizes "ah, I want to spend the rest of my life with this person..."

Gojou is pretty flexible with the kind of wedding he wants. He doesn't really have a dream wedding.

The elders of his clan would definitely bug him for a Traditional one as it is customary.

However, if you want a Western style wedding instead he will definitely go for it.

Mostly likely, you both will have two weddings one traditional and western.

Money is different not an issue with this man. Say the word and you shall receive. It's definitely going to be extravagant.

Whether you want to or not he'll find a way to splurge his money.

If the elders are opposed to your marriage you'll both will just have a private wedding, inviting the people closest to you guys.

Not marrying you because someone said no is not an option for him.

N= Nicknames (What do they call you? Do they call you these in public as well? How often do they call you in nicknames?)

Gojou has a variety of nicknames for you!

Ranging from the typical baby, babe, sweetie, darling and honey.

Or something more sweet such as princess/prince, my love, my dearest.

And there's those really cringey ones such as sugarpie, cupcake, my strawberry cheesecake.

He will literally call you by any dessert name.

"Hey, my kikufuku!" Yup, that's you.

If you're shorter than him you can add shorty, short stuff or munchkin to the list.

When he uses them usually depends on the situation. If he's feeling really affectionate or needy he'll be using the really sweet nicknames.

Sometimes he'll even come up with the most ridiculous ones as much as it embarrasses you.

Usually he'll just call you using the common nicknames. He will only use your real name during serious situations.

He's not shy about proclaiming you as his chocolate cupcake. Not even in front of his students or colleagues.

"Are you referring to (L/N) sensei?" "Bingo!"

You've tried to beg him to stop but the man doesn't listen.

O= Open (How open are they with you? Are they willing to share their secrets and past with you? Do they trust you?)

Gojou despite being a man who loves to talk does not like talking about his private life or his past.

It's very personal information to him and he doesn't want the information to fall into the wrong hands.

If anyone asks about it he'll either ignore the question or answer it very vaguely.

You would have to be someone has spent years by his side to be to attain that level of trust with you.

There are some things in his past that isn't easy to talk about, even though it doesn't bother him now. If you ask he will tell you about it briefly.

If it's information not regarding his secrets or his past, he doesn't sharing those details. If you wanna about his mission or want to check his phone, he will let you. He has nothing to hide except the secret pictures he takes of you.

He in return trusts you as well, but he won't pry into things you don't want to talk about.

If you manage to gain his trust enough for him to reveal personal information about him, don't break it. If you do, you will never be able to gain it back.

P= PDA (Are they into PDA? Do they often do it? Their reaction if you hold their hands or kiss them in public.)

Gojou is into PDA but he doesn't flaunt it as often as you think. He won't be making out with you in the middle of the school hallway but he will press chaste kisses to you.

He's not afraid to hug you or hold your hand around the faculty or students.

He won't do something inappropriate in public he likes to keep that in private. Through sometimes he will because he likes seeing you embarrassed while you desperately ask him to stop. Trying not to gain the attention of the people around you.

He also likes seeing the reactions of other people when he does display affection towards you but mostly he does it to see your cute reactions.

If you initiate hand holding with him, he will definitely hold your hand back tightly. If you kiss him, he'll be surprised but then he's quick to tease you about it.

"Oya, is my cupcake getting bold～?"

If anyone looks at you two with disgust he will yell out "you got a problem?"

He's not shy to show the world he loves you.

Q= Quirk (Do they find your quirks adorable or odd? Do they tell you or not? Do they have a quirk of their own?)

Nothing escapes his keen eyesight. He'll notice and remember a lot of your quirks even the ones you're unconsciously doing.

He thinks its absolutely adorable, like how you furrow your eyebrows in concentration how you pout when you're deep in thought.

All these little quirks make you who you are and he adores them.

Gojou will tell you about them of course, even if you try to deny it. If you don't believe he'll try to take a picture to show you which ends up making you really embarrassed.

"I can't help it, I don't even know that I'm doing that..." you whisper with a blush on your face.

Gojou has a quirk of fiddling with his blindfold or his sunglasses if he's wearing them.

Definitely a fan of putting his hands in his jacket or hands while he stands or walks. He doesn't like the feeling of his hands being empty.

R= Reliable (Are they loyal? How loyal are they? Are they there for you when you need someone?)

Gojou is a very honest and down to earth kind of guy. Of course, loyalty is something he firmly commits to.

Cheating is something he won't resort to at all costs. No woman or man is tempting enough for him to be swayed.

We all know he is a good looking guy, he's bound to attract suitors anywhere but he'll turn them all down. He already has you, why would he need anyone else?

There are times where you might feel insecure or jealous but Gojou will always be there to assure you not to. He'll do his best to comfort you, until you're smiling again.

"You're the only one I need..."

During these times he'll even share his precious sweets with you. He'll feed you cake while hugging you from behind.

Have faith in him because whenever you need him, he'll make sure to be there.

S= Solace (How do they comfort you? Do they immediately notice you being sad?)

Gojou just has sense whenever you're feeling sad, even though you try your hardest to hide it.

He just sees through your facade. He won't ask if you're okay when he clearly knows you'll try to lie about it.

If you're trying to avoid him, he'll either pin you against the wall or pull you into his embrace.

He'll be silent as he takes off his blindfold to stare deep into your eyes, how could you lie when those eyes are looking straight at you.

He won't ask you about what's bothering you but he will always be there to comfort you.

Gojou would pull you into his lap on his expensive chair and cradle you like child as he gently caresses your hair.

Ligerning forehead kisses is also he does to comfort you.

Gojou would also bring his sweets stash and slowly feed you some while he hugs you from behind. If you want food, he'll be glad to cook up your favorite meal.

He knows a lot of cringy and cheesy jokes, in which ends up with him laughing at his own jokes. His laughter is contagious so wouldn't be able to hold back a smile after that.

T= Turn-off (What do they dislike in people? What is their turn-off?)

Gojou hates the old way of thinking he finds in elders especially the elders of his clan and the jujutsu society.

He doesn't like anything anything serious or boring. If you're too uptight, he'll find a way to break that.

Another thing he hates is when people do something behind his back or say something behind his back. If you have something to say, then say it straight it to him.

Routine is another thing he dislikes, he's very spontaneous and looks for the fun in things.

He dislikes vegetables and anything bitter. He's a lover of sweets afterall!

Prying too much into his personal life, as proud as he isーhe doesn't like going around talking much about his private life or his past.

U= Umbrageous (Do they easily get offended by what you said? How will they react when you get hurt by what they said?)

Now if you mean playful gets offended then the answer would be yes. If you're seriously trying to offend him, he won't. He's not the type to take things like that to heart.

Call him an idiot, a narcissist, he will playful hold his chest in pain and whine to you while he pouts.

He'll even tease you back if he feels like it.

"Sorry, did you say something～?"

Even though he doesn't take insults to heart, if you use his past against him, he will take offense to it. His past is something he doesn't want to bring up so if you or anyone brings it up. That changes things.

He tries to keep the optimism but he's only human with emotions so there will be times you could offend him.

If you managed to offend him, he'll be unusually quiet as he dwells on your words.

He won't resort to anger but that doesn't mean he won't at times. That's when he's firing insults back you, blinded by rage. He will regret it afterwards though.

V= Vision (What do they imagine their future? What is their dream? Do they want to spend it with you?)

If Gojou truly loves you, he'll definitely would want to spend the rest of his life with you by his side. Somewhere where he doesn't have to be on guard and would always welcome him with open arms.

Yet at the same time he is afraid of the dangers that come associated with him. If you're a civilian he'll try to distance himself away from you. He's afraid one day when he's not around, someone might come after you. His world is completely different from that of a normal person's afterall.

If you work in the same field as him. He'll definitely be more reluctant to push you away, because he knows you can handle yourself. It lessens his worries.

Still life as a shaman is still as dangerous, you're putting your lives at risk every time you go on a mission. The thought of losing you scares him to the very core.

Despite that he still loves you and if can't be with you he would like to associated with you someway maybe as acquaintances or friends.

He dreams of a world without cursed spirits, where he can live a peaceful life, settle down and start a family with you.

In a world crowded with darkness he dreams of a single ray of solace that is you.

Someone that will stay by his side no matter how difficult it will be.

W= Wacky (What is their reaction in you doing something crazy? Will they join you or stop you?)

Gojou Satoru is a man child, he does the most ridiculous of things like wearing a skirt of a highschool student.

If you're the type of person who's just as energetic and wild as him, it's going to be chaos.

You both will pull pranks on the students and faculty. Poor Ijichi being one of your primary targets.

If you're the type of person who's more on the serious side then he'll be shocked by your suggestion.

But of course he's willing to join in whatever plot you have.

Gojou already gives the higher ups a headache, if you're added to the mix it's going to end up being a massive headache.

He lost count of the amount of times he got scolded by Principal Yaga.

He can come up with the wildest ideas and sometimes you will have to become his break.

Principal Yaga specifically asked you to keep him in check after all.

X= Xtra (Random Headcannon about them)

Gojou Satoru has a driver's license. In fact he even owns several cars.

Of course, they're all the expensive ones because he thinks they look cool.

Does he use them? Not that often, when you literally have the ability to teleport or have Ijichi to drive you around.

As you expect he's a fast driver, you will literally be griping your seatbelt for dear life. It looks like he's gonna crash but he won't. He just likes to scare you.

Of course there's a stash of candy and extra pairs of sunglasses in the glovebox.

Gojou is surprisingly a great cook. You would think being raised with servants he wouldn't know how to cook but he does.

He studies the recipe very carefully and cooks. It's as if he has a natural talent for cooking.

At first, you were pretty skeptical of his cooking but once you had of bite of his dish. You could feel the literal flavors explode on your tongue.

When it's his turn for him to cook, expect him to be wearing a cute apron while blasting music from his speaker.

He'll be singing and dancing in the kitchen.

Hug him from behind while he cooks and he'll melt right then and there. Trying to hide a blush from you.

Y= Yearning (Do they long for you? Will they find themselves missing you while you’re away? If so, how will they cope with it?)

Even though you haven't seen each other for a day he terribly miss you. Your just gives him warm and when you're not there he feels cold.

He goes on missions very often and they can last days or even weeks depending on the case. He'll try to update you as much as he can on when he could come home.

Even when he's in the middle of fighting cursed spirits, he'll find his mind wondering towards you.

If he's away from you, you'll be getting calls and texts from him quite frequently. He'll make sure to always greet you good morning or good night and ask how you are.

He'll always ask if you've eaten or not and asks you to send a picture of your meal to prove it to him. He needs to know you're being well fed.

If you think he talks too much he texts just as much. He'll even take random selfies of himself or something interesting he wants you to see.

If you send him a selfie or video he'll save that so fast and save that to his folder. So he can look through them whenever he misses you.

If it's a long mission, he might pack one of your shirts which has your scent so he could take a whiff to calm himself or cuddle as he sleeps.

After a mission if he's not tired yet, he'll video call you every now and then.

He'll try to come back as fast as possible because he doesn't feel complete without your presence.

Z= Zzz (Do they fall asleep easily? Do they move around while sleeping? What sleeping position do they like best?)

If we are talking about the past Gojou, maybe around his youth then no. He had difficulty sleeping because sleeping meant he's vulnerable to attacks.

This is why relies mostly on sweets to stimulate his brain because there are days where he can't sleep at all. His powers drain a lot of energy to keep up.

Once he could run Infinity automatically, he doesn't have any trouble sleeping at all. In fact, he passes out instantly once his head hits the pillow.

The man works hard and goes on tons of missions so of course he's bound to be tired when he gets home.

Gojou Satoru is 190 cm tall so of course he has a large king sized bed at home. He likes having a lot of space but he tends to move around a lot unconsciously.

There have been times where he has fallen off the bed as well.

If you're sleeping with him and want to prevent him from taking all the bed space, you both cuddle that way his limbs are locked on you.

His likes to sleep laying on his back while you lay on your chest or embracing you from behind as you both sleep on your sides.

It's very rare from him to snore but that doesn't mean he doesn't and when he does, it's loud.

However sleeping with him has it's benefits, if you wake up before him you'll be graced by the most angelic view. As he breathes softy while his long white eye lashes remain closed.

If he does wake up you will also be graced by his morning voice which is divine.

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP meme from Tremors

Let's get you out of the sun for a spell.

Please move your fat ass.

Well, when I'm your age I'll probably forget what I eat, too.

How many cows does it take to make a stampede? Is it like three or more? Is there a minimum speed?

You will have long blonde hair, big green eyes, nice full breasts that stand up and say hello, ass that won't quit. And legs, legs that go all the way up!

Yeah, well, I'm getting what I refer to scientifically as "weird vibes."

They're all the same; dead weight. Can't make a decision, can't walk because of their shoes, can't work because of their fingernails. Make my skin crawl!

Well, I'm a victim of circumstance.

Twenty years of looking for a woman exactly like Miss October 1968, and where'd it get me?

Down, honey, down.

The way you worry, you're gonna have a heart attack before you get to survive World War III.

Right. We plan ahead. That way we don't do anything right now.

The idea was; we were ripping you off.

Now, you know I'm good for it.

Are we too easy-going?

If we're gonna take the plunge we oughta have a better plan than that.

Stop it! Stop it, you horrid animal!

God almighty, my mama sure didn't raise me for this.

You're the one's gotta have a plan.

What keeps us doing jobs like this is you dragging your feet.

You gonna stand there in broad daylight and tell me you think I'm the reason we're still here?

I'll call that little bluff.

Forget it, man. It's not worth it.

We did it! We faced temptation and we did not bend!

Last chance, asshole.

Jeez, look at that guy.

You're full of shit.

He must've really been drunk this time.

You damn fool, you owe me on this one

Well, whatever the hell happened it's just one more goddamn good reason to haul ass out of this place.

Hey, where the hell's that asshole dog?

We got a killer on the loose!

He's cutting people's heads off!

I'd high-tail for town if I was you!

The phone is out!

We've gotta get the police up here.

Well, there's sure as hell nothing to stop us now.

Is some higher force at work here?

Are we asking too much of life?

You on a booze break or what?!

Where are the bullets? Don't we have any goddamn bullets?

Hey, I don't want spend the night out here!

What the hell you doing back already?

Unreal! Where'd you get it?

It's disgusting.

So, it's some kind of snake?

It's dead all right. Tore the damn thing in half.

There's gotta be more out there, a lot more.

Slick as snot and I'm not lying.

Look, we organize, we arm ourselves.

We go out, we find those damn snake things, we make 'em extinct.

Might be aliens. Who knows?

Why go looking for trouble?

Phone's out. Road's out. We're on our own.

I'm dead. Let's finish in the morning.

Just keep looking at that beautiful sky.

Damn that thing!

Well, what's wrong with it?

You sure this is where it was?

God, what a stink!

Something's got me!

Oh, God! Get me Out!! GET ME OUT!!

Somebody stop it!

You want the rifle or the Smith?

IT'S GOT ME! IT's GOT ME! AAAAHGH!

You stupid punk!

One of these days, [NAME], somebody's gonna kick your ass.

Come back with the Sheriff.

Come back with the National Guard.

That means we're gonna be out here, like, in the dark.

Oh, man, I hate this shit.

Ride like hell.

How could they bury an entire Plymouth station wagon?

They're under the goddamn ground!

There must be a million of them!

It's gaining on us!

We can do it, we can do it!

We killed the bastard!

Did you just notice something weird?

Think it smells like that 'cause it's dead?

I think they shoot right outta its mouth, hook you, and pull you right in.

Good thing we stopped it before it killed anybody else.

I'm lucky it didn't find me.

This is like, well, let's say it, it's probably the biggest zoological discovery of the century.

Just look at what we caught here!

This is one big mother!

Come on, nobody's ever seen one of these!

There are five more of these things!

Five more?

If you compare the different readings, there have to be five.

There's nothing like them in the fossil record, I'm sure.

I'd vote for outer space. No way those are local boys.

The government built them, a big surprise in the next war.

How the hell's it even know we're still here?

It can sense the slightest seismic vibration, hear every move we make.

I always wanted to be stuck on a desert island. But somehow I always imagined, you know, water.

You know, I hate to be crude, but I'm gonna have to take care of some business here.

I'll tell you, if you ever wanted proof God is a man, this is it.

Running's not a plan. Running is what you do when the plan fails.

You're not even trying to come up with a plan!

Think it's still following us?

You go north, I'll go south.

Well, I'm scared, but I'm not sorry.

All right, I'm about as subtle as a donkey's ass.

You think we're not even safe here in town?

I think we should all get the hell out while the getting's good.

You should have a theory at least.

This valley's just one long smorgasbord and if we don't haul ass outta here we're the next course.

You little ass wipe!

You knock that off or you're gonna be shitting that basketball!

Where are we going to go that's safer than right here?

I'm gonna kick his ass!

Man, you got a gun?!

Big as a house!

Remember, no noise. No vibration.

Get off your pogo stick!

Go back, for chrissake!

Come on! Outta your pants!

Just run! Run like screaming fuck!

This oughta hurt like hell.

So, is that one of your usual jobs, saving peoples' lives?

How long till they go away?

Shut it up! Shut the little bastard up!

Quiet! Quiet you hateful thing!

Chuck him out the door!

Son of a bitchin' lowlife, putrid, scum.

I got enough food here to last us for weeks.

Jesus! Shut it off!

Can't you shout a little quieter?

How the hell long it take you to change a tire?

They're coming after you! They're coming right now!

Big monsters under the ground, [NAME]!

Broke into the wrong goddamn rec room, didn't you, you BASTARD!

We killed that motherfucker!

Uh, be advised, however, there are four more, repeat, four more motherfuckers.

They got one! They killed one of the sons of bitches!

You're not getting any penetration, even with the elephant gun.

Never figured on having to shoot through dirt! Best goddamn bullet stop there is.

They can feel our vibrations, but they can't find us.

The bastards are up to something.

Oh, wow, man! No way! No fucking way, man!

They're gonna tear this whole town out from under us!

We'll come get everybody. Just hang on tight.

Since when the hell's every goddamn thing up to us?!

We don't have a hell of a lot of time here.

We need a helicopter is what we need, or a goddamn tank.

Jesus. It's slower than hell.

Couldn't we distract them somehow?

We need a decoy.

Hey, [NAME], you wanna make a buck?

We're gonna save our asses here!

Get real. I'm faster than you.

Damn. Guess I have to do it.

Watch your ass, shithead.

Don't worry about me, jerkoff.

You goddamn suicidal son of a bitch!

He'll never make it! They're gonna get him!

HEY, YOU SORRY SONS OF BITCHES, COME AND GET ME!

Goddamn good thinking!

Me next!

Get me off of here!

We got about three seconds!

God damn! Armored transport!

What do you think? Max firepower or...?

I'd go for penetration.

Give me a gun! I'll take one!

I wouldn't give you a gun if it was World War Three.

Underground goddamn monsters?!

Any sign of'em?

Maybe they're taking a dump.

What the hell are they doing? They're up to something.

I don't care what they're doing as long as they're doing it way over there.

They dug a trap! I can't believe this!

Hungry?! Eat this!!

Here they come! They're coming back!

They'll sure as hell get us if we stay here!

[NAME] do you have any more of those things?

Then, when the explosion happens, if it drives them away again, we all run like goddamn bastards!

What if it doesn't scare them? What if they don't run?

They're so sensitive to sound, they have to run! It hurts too much!

We're gonna run. Get ready.

They're too fast! You can't outrun them, no way!

It worked! There they go!

You asshole! There's no bullets in this gun!

Could we make it to the mountains?

What's the matter with you? What are you talking about?!

Those animals would have killed you!

You haven't seen what they can do.

They're not falling for it!

I'll make'em pay attention, goddamnit

We can't kill them all.

Use the fucking bomb!

This better be one great plan!

We could make some real money off this whole thing, get in People magazine.

Sell the movie rights.

You're really leaving, huh?

There's going to be major research up here.

And thanks for everything, you know, saving my life and stuff.

Civil? I'm civil.

You're not civil, you're glum.

We got the world by the tail with a downhill pull and all of a sudden you go glum on me.

Somebody paying you to do this?

She just practically asked you for a date.

God, my work is never done.

Fine, make the mistakes I did.

I think I'll just be playing this hand myself.

I'd goddamn worship her.

Can you fly, sucker?! CAN YOU FLY?!

[echo-three-one]

The Bounty Hunter

Alex was one of the best bounty hunters in the country, but no one knows that. He used to work alone and had single-handedly caught every man with a reward on their heads. But this time, he needed help. Each day Barkov and Hadir's Bounty was increasing and none of the other bounty hunters had the guts to catch up to his sneaky schemes. This is his story on how he caught the most elusive criminal of his time.

I suck at summaries!

Western AU for Alex because why not. Thank you battle pass *kiss*

Part I - The Bounty Hunter, The Bartender and the Other Bounty Hunter

He groaned in frustration against the world's distractions that bothered his basic senses. The sun's rays on his eyes, which he attempted to cover with his arm, the loud annoying cheering of the crowd just below his room, the searing heat of the area making his skin sweat, the smell of gunpowder from downstairs and the taste of last night's drinks were still lingering on his tongue. It was going to be a tough day for him.

He turned to the woman who slept peacefully on the other side of his bed, wondering how she could sleep with all these things going on around. He just chuckled and made his way to the bathroom, washed his face and cleared off the taste of liquor in his mouth.

He grabbed his coat and hat by the door, holstered his gun, wore his boots and exited the room.

The inn was quiet and empty. Ever since the villainous Barkov and his right hand man Hadir were on the loose, tourists no longer visited the area, despite it usually booming with people given that this town was home to the best bazaars throughout the county.

He tipped his hat to the receptionist who eyed him differently ever since he entered the area. He was a new face to the town, so locals might just be suspicious. That or she's another one of those who gets attracted by his charms.

The Bounty Hunter pushed the double doors open to see the culmination of the high noon duel, people started going back to their places as the Sheriff, an old man with a signature moustache and his right hand man, a younger fellow with a skull mask, were already clearing up the area.

He didn't let this moment stop him from going to the bar, where he was advised by the lady he met last night that a certain bartender with an unmissable hairstyle would know a lot about the person he's looking for.

As people ran away from the sheriff, the saloon was now filled with rowdy people getting back to their businesses after the duel. Some tables were splitting bets while some resumed drinking and being loud.

Alex set his gaze on the counter where a man with a mohawk, donning a decent bartender attire, stood shaking a few bottles and wiping off the table. Most of the barmens eyes were already on Alex as he walked to the stool by the counter and was greeted by the bartender he was looking for.

"Howdy! Welcome to Saloon 141. What can I get ye?" He greeted the new face who sat in front of him. Alex stared at the man and placed a piece of paper on the table, a wanted sign with Barkov's face on it, along with a wealthy amount of reward.

The bartender looked down and looked around, suspiciously looking at everyone in the room.

"When I heard rumors of a new face in town, I half expected it to be another bounty hunter." He murmured, pouring a drink and sliding it to Alex.

"The name's Soap by the way. And judging on how you knew that I know stuff, you must be very good at this." He mused, shoving the paper back on his pocket.

"Barkov is a very stealthy son of a bitch. I once knew someone looking for him for three years now. She occasionally visits for more information, but as time passes by, I only know one thing." Soap said as quietly as possible.

"My friend works for him. He's always on the run, but every third Sunday of the month, he visits the abandoned mine on the edge of this town. He resupplies water there. Now please, if you intend to catch him, try your best not to compromise his location. This is the only thing constant in his schedule." Soap informed Alex and he gave him a wealthy tip. The bartender chuckled as he pocketed his reward for such information.

He stayed for a while as he ordered some grub to eat. It was still the second Sunday of this month so he still had time to devise his perfect plan to capture Barkov.

Alex observed everyone at the saloon. He could notice that he's being the center of gossip on most tables and didn't mind it. Maybe it's because of his flashy coat, or his foreignness, but he wasn't new to the feeling.

"Say, you got yourself some fancy clothing. Are those from the Capitol?" Soap asked as soon as he was free from customers. Alex wasn't a fan of small talk, but considering how this man helped him a lot today, he might as well share a few things.

"Yeah. Bought them after my hundredth catch." He said, not attempting to boast but Soap felt astonished.

"Damn. Hundred catches. Does that mean?" He quickly grabbed a pen and tissue, sliding it on Alex's front.

"My old man would love a signature from you. It's just miner rumors but he thinks you're the one who captured The Wolf." he said, pretty amused at his discovery.

Alex chuckled and signed the tissue. He didn't sign autographs but if some of the miners knew of him, they might as well deserve the recognition.

It was indeed him, who caught the wolf. It was also the last memory of his trusted steed, who got shot by his target. The bastard ran through the mines and threatened to kiss everyone just to evade capture. One way or another, he outsmarted the outlaw and saved the mines. That was one of his near death moments, where he realized that he'd better work alone.

~

He had nowhere else to go so he decided to stay at the saloon and get drunk. It was already three in the afternoon when the door opened and everyone fell quiet.

Curious as to who might be the cause of the disturbance, Alex slowly turned his head to the door, where a woman walked in. She had a green bandana on and matching wear that made her look like a bounty hunter too. Alex wondered who this woman was after and how she established quite the presence.

"You. New face. What is your deal here?" She asked, her tone was demanding and Alex wondered why she was mad.

"Just enjoying a drink." He lowered his cap and greeted. Her eyes stood out once their gazes met, there was something in there that Alex can't seem to forget.

"John. Is this man telling the truth?" Alex turned to Soap who was now referred to as John. Soap turned to him and back to the woman.

"Yes Karim. He also ate lunch here." He replied. Then what happened next was muttering between the two and the rest of the tables. Alex didn't mind as he resumed his drinking and classified this event as an awkward moment. Whoever this girl was had enough authority to quiet a rowdy crowd and Alex was to not take her lightly.

But he already had a feeling that they're both after the same person.

"A little competition couldn't hurt." He muttered with a smirk, downing his last drink, leaving his payment and exited the saloon.

[To be continued...]

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

[minkmousesworld]

AAA sorry for worrying u!! (′̥̥̥︿′̥̥̥๑) i wanted to pop into ur inbox but my life has gone down a very busy route ,,, a good kinda busy tho! secured myself a new job yehaw. Hopefully things will get back to routine tho cuz i have ideas i must SHARE ....

it is indeed a good time to be a monster lover!! i saw the recent tanjiro post and...my good mod ur writing is always such quality how do u do it....saving the monster-loving community one quality tanjiro kemonomimi au at a time..

im glad to hear you've been doing well!! man nothing beats the joy of resting...i wanna nap now....but only if i can rest on mitsuri's thighs yknow👀 /hj

you too!! pls make sure to have a great day and invest in plenty of relaxation for urself!!

AWWW NOOO ADORABLE;;;

AAA sorry for worrying u!! (′̥̥̥︿′̥̥̥๑) i wanted to pop into ur inbox but my life has gone down a very busy route ,,, a good kinda busy tho! secured myself a new job yehaw. Hopefully things will get back to routine tho cuz i have ideas i must SHARE ....

I understand that everyone has their own life!

I just got so used to you that I was a little worried when I lost sight of you;;; not that I blamed you or anything like that, but I missed you. I hope you can relax soon!୧( ˵ ° ~ ° ˵ )୨

Hope you have a good job, charmer♡ Whatever happens, don't forget that everything will be fine in the end!(´｡• ω •｡`)♡

life sometimes moves very fast, but we need to not let ourselves be pushed out! ♡

it is indeed a good time to be a monster lover!!

we were born in such a good world where we can communicate with each other;;; <3

i saw the recent tanjiro post and...my good mod ur writing is always such quality how do u do it....saving the monster-loving community one quality tanjiro kemonomimi au at a time..

I... I actually blushed this time;;; at least I can feel my cheeks getting very warm;;;

awwe;;;

tthank you sunshine;;; absghsgshs <333

I really blushed...;;;;; it was unexpected ehehe </3 /s

im glad to hear you've been doing well!! man nothing beats the joy of resting...i wanna nap now....but only if i can rest on mitsuri's thighs yknow👀 /hj

My dream sometimes reminds me of a coma, but that's normal. I think if I were a monster, I would be a Baiyun cat, but I would be the only one who would fall asleep from my stories </3

I can't tell if you're joking or not, but if you're serious, don't forget to take a nap! Sleep is actually such a useful thing and is very underratedᕙ( : ˘ ∧ ˘ : )ᕗ

Mitsuri's thighs are so... delicious. I'm sure they're very comfortable to sleep on; they look so soft and squeezable. A great place to relax♡♡♡

you too!! pls make sure to have a great day and invest in plenty of relaxation for urself!!

I'm afraid if I rest any longer, people will be surprised to know that I'm still alive shshshsg /j

You too, don't forget to rest! It was a bit rude of me to assume that you were doing well based on your bright personality;;; in any case, don't forget to drink plenty of water and eat well!

Caring is such a useful and pleasant thing <333

I hope you have a good rest and have happy days, honey♡

[trials-by-blood]

Umm...I always see Yautja being paired up with someone strong and skilled and stuff. I was wondering if you could write something with any Yautja being with someone who is shy, meek, and a little chubby. And when they're alone or think they are they sing along to music and dance even though they can't.XD Sorry if I'm asking too much or anything...

Fegris, the dump world where the unwanted are left to rot and crumble.

  This was once a world where the yautja would crash their obsolete vessels so that they could not fall into use by the other space faring races. Ships were not the only things they left behind. Exiles, heretics, or anyone who upset the balance of their society were also left to wither, but not all did.

  In the following ages, other peoples would use Fegris as a place to forget their burdens. The Faceless Ones unloaded their collected specimens here when science deemed that their time of usefulness had ended.

  Now generations of humans, yautja, clade, mind eaters and all manner of invasive species build their cities here, clinging to half remembered mockeries of their mother cultures. Here, all Forgotten busy themselves mining ore, seeking pleasurable escape, stripping precious metals from ancient wrecks, gambling, farming, extorting, building, destroying, breeding, killing.

  One of the few honest livings to be made anywhere, the food service industry, prospers here. Organic people must eat, so this work will never die.

  Heather, an old name from an old world no one can recall, worked for her room and board at what would best resemble a mall food court. It wasn't a particularly hazardous occupation, so long as you don't taste-test the food or stay long after the coalition of retail outlets close.

(OOC: Okay this ran WAY longer than I anticipated and I had to make the choice to cap it off at 2,500ish words. I’m sorry if this TOTALLY misses the vibe you were hoping for, I kinda got carried away. Oops)

  Once, she'd made that mistake. Even her cold hearted rock-sucker of a boss told her not to bother finishing the cleaning if it meant staying after hours, but she hadn't listened. Heather hadn't wanted to leave her work half done and risk losing her job and newly acquired living space on her first day. So she'd stayed to wipe down the counters and load the trolly cart with the leftovers for the cooler. The reward for a job well finished was stepping out into the market spaces abandoned by customers and workers but repopulated by the local Yautja Bad-bloods and their rivals, The Cranium Skaggers. They were working through a territorial dispute.

  The Skaggers were human, but barely. They injected enhancement serums, most barely tested, directly into their brain tissues via an implanted port installed at the top of their shaved heads.

  Heather had stepped out of her safe enclosed little work area into a street brawl, and was pinned between the doors she'd only just locked and the carnal violence of the city. One of the yautja, who's vision was... not like hers, must have mistaken her bright heat signature and rapid heart rhythm for a Cranium Skagger.

  Oh, she tried to run when she saw him move on her with his unhuman, talon tipped hand outstretched to seize her. Heather had dropped her bag, the keys, the silly hat which matched with her uniform, and she ran but he was fast, so horridly fast for something so big, heavy, and grieved with bulky armor.

  It only took him three strides, thud thud thud, to reach her and tangle his terrible claws into the back of her long tunic. She was thrown, landing hard, disoriented and crying out as deep, raw pain shot up her left hip and into her pelvis. Something was broken.

  She saw him, her attacker, and the blades attached to his dominant arm glistening with the blood of Cranium Skagger's, but she didn't even think to cover her face. All she could do was scream for help.

  Her plea was answered. A great clawed fist smashed across the Yautja's mask with such force that his yowling face was revealed as his helm was torn from him. Next, skulls collided with a clapping of flesh so sharp, Heather thought someone had cracked a whip above her.

  One Yautja had begun to fight another. That was when she did the sensible thing, curling her arms over her head and making herself as small as she could.

  She survived that night. That battle resolved itself as she lied on the ground trembling and weeping in terror, but her savior stuck around after all the others had left. He put her things next to her, and waited until her boss came to collect her and get her help. The yautja must have gone through her communicator for her contacts.

  The fractured hip was easily and painlessly repaired but the procedure had completely drained her savings. To her shock and mild horror, someone had wired to her account credits in the exact amount to replace what she'd spent at the Urgent Intervention Facility to fix her leg.

  When she returned to work, who was there at the food court? The yautja who'd stayed that night. He stood out like a broken finger, the cleaned hand bones and torn out skull ports of Skaggers littered about what he wore like grim badges of honor. The sight of him watching her enter her workplace sent a chill up Heather's spine.

  This kept up for weeks, until The Indecent was months behind her. She'd go to work, and he'd be there, just watching. Heather's co-workers weren't fans of her admirer. Yagon, the young clade boy who took the morning shift before her was the least fond of the yautja lingering around.

  Today, as Heather stepped past her bad-blood observer who had decided to lean against the wall next to the employee entrance, Yagon was peeking out from the door to keep a watchful eye on her as she came in for her shift.

  Yagon chittered irritably, antennae vibrating as he took off his smock and hat so he could scratch his double claws at the translator hanging on a lanyard around his the joining of his head and thorax.

  The voice emanating from the little box was monotone and purposefully slow so that it could be heard clearly as he continued chirping and tweeting.

  "You know what that creep does all day waiting for you to come in? He listens to recordings of you singing on your shifts."

  Heather cringed. That was creepy. She'd had a feeling that he'd been able to hear her sing to herself from where he usually hung around, but she never thought he'd record her. It felt incredibly invasive. She briefly imagined confronting him about it, but thought better of it. He could crush her skull between his hands as if it were a brittle little Skitterling egg. She hunched her shoulders and hugged herself a bit.

  Yagon then turned and dropped the claws of his primary arms on her shoulders.

  "I can file an anonymous report for you. Please? I don't want to come in to work one day and find out something happened to you."

  Heather sighed, trying not to vividly imagine how an exiled yautja might retaliate to that.

  "N- no, I think that would just make things worse, Yagon," Heather tried not to whimper.

  Yagon finished folding his smock and hat into his bag and left, but not before offering twice more to file that report.

  A few hours passed and Heather caught herself singing a handful of times as she fell into her work routine but always stopped when she remembered who was listening. It felt awful, being observed so closely and denied the personal freedom do anything without fear of having it recorded for some stranger's entertainment.

  Again, she thought about confronting the yautja watcher, but couldn't help the violent catastrophes imagined with the idea.

  She felt like she couldn't make a noise or do a thing for herself to make this crappy job the least bit bearable without putting on some bizarre show for Captain Cranium Crusher out there! Heather's frustration built and built until she couldn't take it anymore.

  The walk-in cooler. It was sound proof, right? The moment she finished the lunch-rush line of customers holding out their trays for their greasy food, Heather tore off her gloves, tossed them in the general direction of the trash chute and turned on her heel to stomp her way to that cooler door.

  Heather glanced over the counter to confirm the Skull Collecting Jerk was still out there haunting the seating area. There he was, arms crossed against his chiseled chest, ass planted on a chair that could barely hold his weight with his big ugly sandled feet propped up on one of the tables. Bastard.

  She pulled open the thick insulated door and slammed it behind her. First she simply bellowed angrily, stomped her foot, slapped a bag of single serve condiments as hard as she could manage, doing anything to break the severe edge from her frustration.

  "UGH! WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" She tore off her work smock and threw her hat on the floor to stomp on it, "I'M JUST A SHORT, ROUND, NOBODY WHO SHOVELS SLOP ONTO PLATES SIX HOURS A DAY. I'VE NEVER EVEN BEEN IN A REAL FIGHT! I'M NOTHING! WHY ARE YOU WATCHING ME? WHAT THE FUCK COULD BE SO INTERESTING ABOUT ME?! STOP WATCHING ME, YOU ASSHOLE!"

  Then, spitefully, she sang her favorite song, watching the misty puffs of her breath dissipate as her heart pounded.

  Now, she felt cold and her throat hurt from belting out her very favorite lyrics so harshly. It wasn't fair, she shouldn't have to be reminded of that night every afternoon on her shift. It sucked, and somehow she felt guilty for being angry even though none of this was her fault and she knew she had every right to be angry. So Heather curled up and cried in the cooler for a half-hour at the helplessness she felt. It felt gross, and she knew by now there had to be a never-ending line of pissed off customers outside. She was afraid of confrontation and couldn't ever imagine herself actually standing up to anyone. She could already tell that she'd be crying in her apartment after work too. Whob wouldn't after the verbal abuse she'd no doubt suffer at the service counter from customers tired of waiting.

  Miserably, Heather stood and steeled her resolve to go back out there. With a deep, shaky breath, put her smock back on and fixed her hat.

  "I'll get through it because I'm good at getting through it," she told herself to make it easier to reach for that door.

  Chur-clunk. Chur-clunk. It was jammed. Oh no the cooler door was stuck. Heather put her weight into her next push, then her entire being into the push after that.

  "Oh GODS I'm going to freeze to death!" she wailed, pushing at the door again with everything she had.

  Frustration, anger, helplessness, now panic. She didn't want to die alone of hypothermia at work.

  There was a bang and a great dent had appeared in the thick door. Before she could figure what was happening, the door was torn completely from the reinforced hinges. Heather shrieked and fell squarely on her bottom.

  There he was again, who else would it be coming to her rescue and staring coldly down at her through the dead lenses of that helmet.

  In one swift motion he lifted his left arm and clicked away at the keys of his gauntlet computer with those claws. The hologram display showed Heather a collection of files marked with icons she recognized. They were just cropped, slightly fuzzy pictures of her name tag for work. With a few more taps of his claw, all of the icons dissolved. He deleted them. He'd deleted all of his recordings which pertained to her.

  "Oh, shit, you heard all of that," Heather whimpered, clutching her head with both hands in mortification. He must have heard what Yagon said earlier too.

  He said nothing, made no noise. He just stood there like an imposing statue for a few tense seconds before turning to stride away.

  She wasn't fired for the broken door and spoiled food. Before she could even collect herself from the floor in the cooler, her boss was wired a credit transfer for "damages".

  Later as she heard of his generosity, it also explained the mysterious funds appearing in her account after the hip procedure. That had been Him too.

  Her "admirer" didn't come back after that, which was a relief for the first week or two. After a while she found herself over thinking the whole thing. Yautja were notorious for being socially incomprehensible. Heather wondered if he just pitied her so much after one of his own kind damn-near destroyed her that he felt responsible for her continued safety. Or, maybe he was just a stalking sleeze-ball. She tended to flounder between the two conclusions, but one thing was certain, he was respecting her boundaries now and she appreciated that.

  After nearly a month, she decided that the best closure she'd get was accepting that the entire ordeal was some bizarre misunderstanding, totally on his part, and he did a few nice things but that didn't make up for the weeks and weeks of discomfort he'd inflicted.

  More time passed, Heather became more comfortable with her new job, and she very nearly forgot about that Yautja. The only time she remembered him were on cold days when her hip would ache, but it was pleasantly warm out on the afternoon she came in for her shift and found Yagon agitated with his antennae twitching so fast one might expect them to fly off his head. Heather looked around, hoping that the cleaning she couldn't finish the night before hadn't upset him. What she found was... Unusual, and she certainly hadn't left the thing there last night.

  It was a skull, from what she wasn't sure, sitting there on the counter by the check out scanner.

  "The Creep is back. This time he left a name with that." Yagon's translator couldn't read the inflections in his speech, but Heather could tell where the translator omitted expletives.

  "W-hat was it? His name?"

  "Stone Fist was the direct translation. I can't get the translator to say the correct pronunciation in his language and he made a scene about it until I threatened to call security. You know what that thing means, don't you?"

  Heather nodded, she knew what it meant. Everyone did. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the empty sockets of the skull. It was as if it were staring through her being.

  "I can still file that report, Heather," Yagon offered again.

  "Don't, I mean... As long as I don't take it, then nothing happens. Right?"

  "As far as I'm aware? I think that's how it works."

  If Heather didn't touch it, he wouldn't come back. If she took it home, he'd follow her home because accepting an offering like that was an act of giving permission to pursue courtship.

  Working with that lifeless skull watching her was eerie to say the least. She covered it with her hat midway through her shift so she didn't have to look at it. At the end of her shift as she fiddled with the patterned key to lock up before she left, she considered the skull one last time. No, She wasn't taking it, but she'd leave a note. Two notes actually, one to ask Stone Fist if he would consider an actual conversation before anything else, and a second note to apologize to Yagon for asking him to speak with Stone Fist again.

To Be Continued?

[guigz1-coldwar]

'The plan' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"The plan"

"Park, I will do everything for you ! You're my world now."

Chapter Summary : Yirina is finding herself more happy to have heard her father and with Park & Zasha, she's back in Moscow at the safehouse....

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +3400

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James Doyle....the name of my father....As we were loading everything belonging to him inside the car's trunk, I could hear his voice everytime in my head, saying that I was his greatest creation of his life and it did allow me to reinforce my goal to fight against Perseus. My father did start an fight against him and his organization and me....I will be the one that will finish it once and for all along my friends, my lover. I'm doing this because I have no choice and that it's the only way. My fight against Perseus is not going to be done like that.....

Everything that was inside that secret basement ended up in the car's trunk and on the ground level, there were nothing left valuable to link me to my youth so once we got what we needed with Park & Zasha, it was better that we drove off the place back to Moscow with all of my father's work behind. To change, Park was the one to drive the car on the way back and I did change too by going on the front passenger seat and Zasha sleeping on the backseats. Of course, I soon followed Zasha by sleeping too...feeling more relieved to have heard my father's voice.

I didn't dream at all during this night and it was very peaceful and also strange that I didn't have an simple dream right now that could answer one of my large numerous questions I have in my head. Unlike the other day, I didn't sleep too long and I was able to wake up near noon as Park was retaking the wheel after also sleeping too as Zasha woke up hours later at the beginning of the afternoon and then we arrived back to Moscow in the evening back at the safehouse.

When we got inside, everyone were working on their desks and were pretty happy to see us back alive excepting Hudson that I did see for the first time in here as he got out of my sight once he saw me arrive. Hopefully, the others weren't so curious about what we found in Ukraine and they left us alone a few minutes later to refocus back on their works while us....we could go eat and then go back at our desk....waiting.

"One more day..." I whispered to myself, sit on my chair as I was looking at the paperworks we have done for the past few days before looking at the radio turned on in case of surprises transmissions.

"At least, we're doing something." Park proclaimed, making me raise an eyebrow to her, looking an bit confused.

"For you, waiting at our desk doing nothing is like doing something ?" I asked her as Zasha looked at her too, also confused like me.

"What ?" Park raised her shoulders to us "We're not doing nothing, we're awaiting."

"By doing nothing ?" I said, putting my right arm on the desk, not even removing my eyes from her and she nodded.

"Oh my god, you two." Zasha exclaimed, rolling their eyes around as they were sit at my sight before getting up from their chair. "I'm going to get my usual coffee." They added.

"Don't take too much coffee, think of the others !" I scoffed, making them sniff in an funny way before they walk away from the desk, leaving me with Park, looking back at her. "So, we're doing something by doing nothing ?" I started again, making her roll her eyes around like Zasha.

"Yirina." She breathed, getting her left hand on top of my right one. "It was just for testing you." She then got her chair closer to me.

"Testing me ?" I laughed an little about it as I was feeling good & better since the last day after we got everything from my father out. "You're always surprising me, miss Park." I expressed in an lovely voice, using my british accent at its best

"And you, Miss Grigoriev." She laughed again with me before she pulled me in for an little kiss on the lips, something that we weren't able to do for days and honestly, it was perfect. "By the way, I was thinking about your father." She told me, getting my attention after that kiss.

"About what ?" I demanded in an low voice.

"Since your father is british and you have british blood in your veins, I can put an word to grant you the british citizenship with the MI6." She fully replied, making my eyes goes wide at hearing this, I was mostly surprised by that to be honest.

"So I can be an british-russian woman now ?" I questioned and she nodded.

"You were always has been one, Yiri." She affirmed, looking at my hands as we joined them together again with me having removed my gloves. "You were always one of us since the start." She added, making me smile.

"Thanks you." I whispered as I slowly move to kiss her on the on the left cheek as an sign to happiness to her.

"For fuck sake, can I have just peace without seeing an romantic moment in here ?" A man voice surprised us near our desk and we looked at him to discover Woods, holding an cup of coffee in his hands, looking annoyed. "There's Garrett & Song that are teasing each other for days and you two only came back today and you're already sounding that you are going to jump on the other on that desk while there's still people around." He took an deep breath by seeing us, putting his cup down at his desk. "You two, little lovebirds didn't seem to have receive my message well."

"Woods." I said in an low voice, narrowing my eyes to him. "Do you have something against personal relationships ?" I asked him, mixed between getting serious & getting funny right now. "Because if yes, are you becoming like Adler ?"

"Oh hell no, you're fucking joking, right ?" He told me, making me nod slowly as I didn't mean to be like that, talking about Adler. "You better be, no one here is like Adler...except Hudson."

"You got an point !" Park pointed to him with her index finger about Hudson.

"If I could, I would have left Adler behind, not wanting to save his ass after what he did but orders are orders and since Adler is the only one that know how to lead, we have no choices." Woods expressed, sounding low about it as he wasn't willing to talk nicely about Adler....no one wants to do that. "Anyway, you two better got your personals business in private like...take an room or something."

"We would like to but all the rooms are already occupied and the car isn't so comfortable." I joked about it, thinking about having sleep for days in an couch or on the car backseats, sleeping on an bed is been an while....I'm missing to sleep on one to be real....."Unless you let us your room."

"Fuck you." Woods told me in an funny voice, making me laugh. "There's no way that...." He was going to continue until the radio that was still ons start to emit meaning that an transmission was on the way to us.

"Wait, something's for us !" I exclaimed as I quickly grabbed the headset to listen perfectly to the message, it was something in russian and I took an pen and an paper close to me before writing the message I was hearing. "Must be Ritter breaking the radio silence." I thought as I was writing down and once the transmission was no longer audible, I start to decrypt the message while Park & Woods were watching me closely, not even disturbing me at all even if Woods was very close. "Ok...so that's not Ritter." I exclaimed after spending 5 minutes on having the message clear.

"So, who is that ?" Park asked to me, curious

"That's Portnova !" I responded, sounding enthusiatic, wondering how she did manage to find an way to contact us like that. "She's saying that she was able to get everything done for us and she's waiting for us now."

"Now ?" I nodded to Park. "Well, it's better that we're going immediately." She then got up from her seat, looking at Woods. "We might need to take Garrett & Greta with us since they're in my team." She demanded to him as she was putting her jacket on.

"Of course if they're on your team." He repeated before he took back his cup of coffee on our desk before he start to walk away as me was getting up from my chair.

"Okay, I'm getting the two aware and go tell to Zasha." She ordered to me, having finished to put her jacket on her.

"Yes, miss." I scoffed, releasing an little laugh before I start to go to the kitchen to tell Zasha about having been contacted by Portnova herself.

When I told them about this, they were kinda relieved and surprised about it and for me, I hope that the two could make something tonight to rekindle their relationship for good. With that in mind and without losing any seconds, Zasha drink their coffee very fast and then, we joined the others that were awaiting for us before we got into the car and off the place, on our way to get to Portnova's house and to be honest, me & Zasha were a little stressed about it on the way as we were sit on the backseats with Greta as Park & Garrett were in the front.

We were stressed because we don't know exactly how Portnova is feeling right now about us and about Zasha. I really hope that everything did got well and nothing did go wrong.....please, everything is going to go fine....Portnova is going well and she's going to go fine with Zasha, please.....After minutes of driving, we finally arrived at our destination with Garrett & Greta who were discovering the place. Park explained to both the reasons of their presences and since they're with us, it has to be done.

"This is the place Portnova is living ?" Garrett asked as we were getting out of the car, looking at the house from his side.

"Well, we didn't stop here to get lunch." Greta joked to him, nudging him an little as she got out at the same time as him...seems that the two are still on each other in an friendly way after that incident in West-Berlin. "Helen, you're sure that the KGB isn't watching her ?" She questioned Park, using her first name.

"No." Park replied, starting to walk with us to get to the front porch of the house.

"But she is listened in her calls." I added to Park's response. "So if she is called at her phone, everyone is quiet." I ordered as Park start to knock at the door, now awaiting that Portnova open the door for us.

"Uhm...Zasha...." Garrett started, sounding curious to them and getting their attention to him. "Portnova....is she someone important ?"

"Yes, very important !" They responded as I moved my hand to their shoulder to recomfort them. "I...I don't want to...talk too much about it right now if you want." They demanded, looking at them an little before looking back at the door.

"Okay, okay." Garrett whispered, understanding their state before the door finally opened, revealing Portnova herself, wearing an leather black jacket with an red scarf.

"You're there !" She exclaimed, sounding happy to see us as me & Zasha smiled with Park as Garrett & Greta were an bit different, mixed between smiling and not smiling. "You must be Park friends ?"

"Yes, I'm Garrett Donovan and she's Greta Keller from the BND." Garrett presented himself and Greta, nodding to Portnova as she start to look around.

"Good, get in there." She told us, making us move quickly inside and finding ourselves in her house.

"How did you find out about contacting her ?" I asked to her, wondering about this since I decrypted her message.

"Well, that was easy...I did make my research and found out that Lukas Ritter was the one who was the MI6 insider." She answered, it's true that we didn't tell her about Ritter at all during our first talks and to say, it was brilliant. "So, I managed to persuade him to let me use his communications to send you an message."

"To tell us that you got everything..." Park whispered.

"Yes and since you all here, we can start to talk about the plan for tomorrow." She exclaimed as she was gesturing to us to get inside the living room and when we entered, we could see an lot of things on the table including the plans of the Lubyanka building.

"You want to get inside tomorrow ?" Garrett questioned, getting inside the room and going next to an couch without sitting on it.

"Does that cause an problem ?" Portnova asked back to him, sounding nervous.

"No...it's just that I thought that it will have happen in two days or more." He said, stressed about Portnova before he look at the plans.

"It needs to happen tomorrow because if we don't, the intels on Stone will be useless." She explained, making our eyes goes wide. "As I heard, he's going to go completely into hiding in 3 days."

"Shit." Park cursed in an low voice, thinking about Stone. "So, we need to get inside tomorrow or Stone will be out of sight." She added as Portnova pointed to us the plans of the building on the table.

"I succeeded to have the plans of the building : what you are looking for are in the big archives room in the main part of the building." She showed to us the part she was talking about. "By luck, I'm able to go inside but only for tomorrow and for only 30 minutes."

"How did you manage to do that ?" Zasha asked, sounding low.

"I managed to convince the Central Comitee two days ago to let me enter the archives room, they forbid me access since we got suspicions of an traitor inside the KGB...guess they were right." She admitted, looking at me & Zasha before having her eyes on Garrett. "I suppose that you're here to organize maybe our escape."

"Yes...uhm...you might need to give me suggestions about how you will proceed." He proposed to her and she nodded, getting him closer to the plans and he gesture to Greta to get along with him.

"To start, Grigoriev, Zasha & Park will enter the Lubyanka by the big door with papers I was able to create for them." She started, moving to get some files away to reveal some fake KGB credentials for us, each one with our pictures on it....very surprising to say. "They will join me at my office." She showed the place she was mentioning on the plans. "And then, we will go to the archives room to get Stone's intels."

"When you got them, what's the plan ?" Greta demanded.

"The thing is we can't leave the room with something as the guards are going to frisk us at the exit so the big door option isn't possible." Portnova replied, taking an deep breath. "We're going to make an distraction but for after, I don't know...."

"Well, we can wait for you a few streets from the building, away from the KGB sight." Garrett suggested, scratching the back of his head, trying to find something. "If you can cause something that could create panick, it could be useful for you....not an shootout, I mean." He added

"That wasn't going to happen, Garrett." Park reassured them as he was sounding aware of what happened 3 years ago. "And after we got out ?" She asked to Portnova.

"I think that we will have to leave the country quickly." I was the one to respond instead of Portnova and she nodded, meaning that I was right with her. "And Portnova is coming with us."

"Yes." Zasha whispered, looking with an grin.

"Once we got out of the Lubyanka, we're packing up and we're returning to West-Berlin before going to the mysterious destination where Stone's hiding." Park proposed to everyone as it was our only option and for me, it was better that we were off the country next day.

"Someone will have to stay here to make sure the KGB isn't going to do an thing while we're gone." Portnova suggested before Greta looked at her.

"I will." Greta volunteered.

"Good and you, sir Donovan...you will be the one to drive Grigoriev, Zasha & Park near the place." She looked at him quickly before matching with our eyes. "I can't bring you with me as it would bring too much suspicions."

"Okay, okay." Zasha said in an low voice as Portnova looked at them with an grin.

"We may have to tell the others about this." Garrett then decided to got up to stand up on his feets, followed by Greta and soon by us. "We need to tell them that we will be going away for good."

"Wait !" Portnova stopped us as we were fully up from the couch I did sit with Park & Zasha, making us curious. "If you want...you maybe want to sleep here for the night." She proposed to us and our eyes went wide at this. We were looking at each other with Park, Zasha, Garrett & Greta to be real.

"Uhm....I'm not sure...the others need to know." Garrett said, his hand on his chin

"Yes but...the three of them can stay while you two can leave." Portnova proclaimed to him & Greta as the two was understanding the meaning of her words.

"Well, it's okay for me." Park told her, nodding to Portnova.

"I am too." I added and I was awaiting for Zasha to say something but nothing came, they were still stunned about Portnova's proposal.

"Good, so me & Greta are coming back tomorrow for everything, I suppose." Garrett demanded and we nodded. "Then, we're in our very way, goodbye everyone." He exclaimed as he decide with Greta to leave the place, waving at us & Portnova with Greta before they were out of here, leaving us with Portnova.

"I...I think that's better that you three stay here for tonight, it's better." She affirmed before she start to slowly move towards Zasha. "Zeze....I'm sorry." She whispered before she took them in her arms, surprising me & Zasha who was on the verge of crying of happiness....It was sure that everything will go fine between them.

"Yiri...." They said in an low voice, wrapping their arms around her shoulders. "I'm....so sorry."

"I know, me too." She smiled at them, looking sad before she look at me & Park. "There's...an guest room for you both in this floor next to the bathroom." She expressed, looking at its direction. "I will sleep with Zed tonight."

"You...want to sleep with me ?" Zasha questioned her, so surprised and looking happy.

"Yes, I want to." She affirmed before she start to take them with her slowly away from us. "I think that you two need some rest, goodnight Grigoriev & Park." She told us before the two were away from the room, leaving us alone....I was so happy for them and even if they were going to maybe to take things slow, they were back together.

"They look so pretty together !" Park confessed to me as she put her hands on my right shoulder.

"Yes, they were meant to be together, they need to." I exclaimed, so happy to see Zasha finally smiling for real in days. "I hope that the two will have an good future."

"You know, I can get Zasha an job in the MI6....an real one." She suggested, getting closer to me as I smile to her...it was true that Zasha was like working like me in my first days when I came back.

"Yeah, they would be so happy about it....if of course, it's about cryptography." I said, getting my arms on her shoulders, looking at each other in an lovely way. "Thank you for everything, Park."

"Thank you too, Yiri."She whispered before she moved in for an little kiss on the lips and then, she took my hands in hers "You're coming, we're going to have an bed only for us." She added, making me smile about it as sleeping in an bed wasn't common these days....

"It's going to change from the car backseats, my Yiri !"

[milknette]

day 03 - time travel

this time we had, i will hold forever.

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BUNNYX warns him that he shouldn't stay for too long.

It's a simple mission, after all— get in, ensure Master Fu meets Marinette that day on the street, and him outside the school, and that the two of them receive their Miraculous. All he really has to do is maybe put up a roadblock or a stop sign, but he can't find it in himself to leave so soon.

Instead, Adrien Agreste walks toward the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

"What are you doing?" Bunnyx's voice rings in his ear— a telepathic talent she'd developed over years of training in costume (and one that he personally finds quite irritating).

"Calm down," he replies instead. "This is all part of the plan."

"No, Chat, the plan is that you get Master Fu to the bakery. Not you." She sighs, and her voice shifts to a softer tone. "Look, Adrien, I know you want to see her but you can't do this. It's too dangerous."

Adrien's eyes shift downward, and he takes a deep breath in. "I won't do anything," he says. "I swear. Besides, I know for a fact that she won't be there yet." He laughs softly to himself. "It's too early; she'll still be asleep."

"But we can't take that risk. What if her parents recognize you?"

"It's been almost fifteen years, Alix. I doubt they'll recognize me now. And at this point in time, I haven't even met them yet." Adrien tips his shades downward, and shifts the tie along his black trenchcoat. "I'm disguised, too. Trust me, I just need to order something to get this plan moving, okay?"

He hears her sigh, audibly exhausted, but she caves. "Fine," Bunnyx finally says. "Just be quick, alright? And no small talk either." Her voice quiets down. "This is important. Please don't do anything to jeopardize this."

"Thank you," Adrien replies. There's still a lot of things left unsaid, things that hang heavily in the air, but they choose to ignore it.

Now isn't the time.

He enters the bakery.

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It's the smell that hits him first—

That unique blend of scents from freshly-baked goods and sweets that waft pleasantly across the room. Sure, the bakery still stands years into the future (something he's always been thankful), but there's something new and at the same time nostalgic about entering the place it was years before.

And he sees them: a small, tout, woman lightheartedly berating her husband, an almost-gigantic man who would've been intimidating if not for his kind smile and altogether too-sweet demeanour.

Adrien's mind flashes back to a few years later, with him bowing down to them, nervously asking for their blessing to have their daughter's hand in marriage.

Being held in the token Dupain-Cheng family hug.

His mind's distracted as a familiar voice rings through the store: "Well hello there, what can I get for you today?"

"Ah," he coughs. "I'll take anything you recommend. I'm not really in the mood for anything specific."

The small lady nods as she looks along the shelf of goods, before retrieving a single tray of macarons from the fridge. They're bright pink, and he recognizes them as soon as they enter his sight.

They're hers. She made them.

"Now these aren't actually our creations, but our daughter, who's extremely talented at great at baking, is—,"

"No need," he replies, quickly retrieving his wallet. "I'll take it."

(It takes a few minutes for him to retrieve bills that were still used in the period he was in, but he does have enough.)

"Great! Then I'll get that right out for you." She smiles brightly. "Will you be eating it on the way out?"

"Yes, thanks Miss Dupain-Cheng."

As soon as the statement escapes his mouth, they both pause in surprise— Adrien, even more so. "I mean, that is you, right? Since this is the Dupain-Cheng bakery…"

To his relief, the adult woman simply smiles at him. "You're right. I'm Sabine," she replies. "And this is a family-owned business. You've heard of us, then?"

Adrien scratches his head. "I've heard that your family makes the best sweets in all of Paris."

Sabine laughs. "Well, I don't know about that." She says easily, before winking. "But I'm glad someone seems to enjoy our food to that level."

He nods along absentmindedly. "So even your daughter bakes, then? That must be great."

"It is!" Sabine replies, softly humming along as she carefully reheats the macaron. "She helps out sometimes— that is, if she wakes up on time." The parent laughs to herself, suddenly looks at him, then wonders aloud. "Do you have kids?"

Adrien smiles back at her, though it's a little less genuine. "I wish I could've been so lucky, but no, unfortunately."

"Oh," Sabine replies, sympathetic. "Sorry if I was intruding."

"No, no," Adrien's quick to reply. "It's okay! I did want kids— me and my wife, but we were never blessed with them."

"Well," Sabine hums. "It's not too late to keep trying! Marinette… my daughter, she was a little surprise to our family. Our little miracle."

Hearing her name escape her mother's lips is a little too much to handle.

A flash of her father, oftentimes towering, hunched downward, head buried in his hands, never looking smaller than he'd ever been then. Her mother's aghast face, kneeling beside him, holding onto his frame like it was the end of the world.

(And maybe it was. He felt like it was. They all did.)

Adrien swallows down the sudden rush of emotion, and instead plasters on a happy expression. "I'd love to try again. It's everything we ever wanted."

"Then I wish both of you luck." Sabine smiles, kind, full of good intent, as she passes him two macarons— one ready-to-eat, and the other neatly tied into a box. "For your wife," she winks. "I hope you'll come again."

Adrien smiles, again, and whispers, "thanks," before immediately walking away.

Bunnyx was right, after all. It was too much.

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After his visit at the Dupain-Cheng bakery, Adrien immediately makes his way to Master Fu.

The experience is a whole other mess of emotions— he wonders if it's because he's been thrown so far into the past, but the memory of their guardian sacrificing himself to save them becomes a fresh wound, and he actively has to shake off the feeling.

He doesn't introduce himself, of course; it's too risky, but he finds a way to catch the older man's attention.

With Marinette's macarons.

(Even now, she still finds a way to help him. It's a strange feeling, like she's right there, working with him to complete the mission together.)

As Master Fu steps outside his shop, Adrien strategically walks past, bumping into him as they both tumble into the ground; dropping the macaron box as near as he can to the guardian.

"I'm so sorry!"

"Please don't worry, it's okay." Master Fu's quick to respond— quite agile for his age, and easily picks himself back up. He bends down and picks up the box, offering it to the younger male. "Here, I believe this is yours?"

"Oh, thank you so much," Adrien replies, taking it into his hand. "The Dupain-Cheng's have the best sweets in town; it'd be a waste if they were ruined."

"The Dupain-Chengs…." Master Fu hums, leaning over his cane as if in thought. "That's the bakery in Rue Gotlib, is it?"

"Yes, I love what they make there," Adrien continues, as if hooking in bait. "It tastes delicious—," then, as if in thought, he suddenly returns the box. "Please, try some."

"No, that's alright…"

"I insist," Adrien presses on. "Take it as my apology for bumping into you."

"Well, I'm not one to say no to a free meal," Master Fu laughs, then pops the macaron into his mouth in one gulp. His face lights up almost immediately. "That is lovely! And they're currently open?"

Adrien smiles. This was child's play. "Yes, just got these fresh off the oven earlier today." Then, he drops the hint. "These macarons are actually made by the family's daughter— she seems really sweet, and talented too."

"A daughter, hm?" Master Fu looks deep in thought, then nods to himself. "Then, maybe I should order a box for myself. Thank you, sir…"

"Just a friendly stranger passing by," Adrien finishes on for him. Master Fu nods in understanding. (If anything, he was the expert on secret identities, after all.)

"Maybe you'll allow me to treat you some time? I'm sure that macaron was meant for someone else."

"Maybe in the future," Adrien responds, still smiling at him. "And it's completely okay— I don't think she could've eaten them, anyway."

At that, he excuses himself, making up some half-baked excuse about having somewhere else to be.

Adrien doesn't really remember.

His heart feels heavy and it's becoming so much more than he can handle.

He doesn't belong here.

Not anymore.

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The next, and final, task involves much less talking— simply needing to follow Master Fu around and ensure that the Miraculous end up in their hands.

Adrien's relieved to find that he doesn't have to do much to get his own Miraculous, seeing the guardian quickly end up at their school after finding out about Marinette.

He watches with slight awe as the younger him helps Master Fu without a moment's notice, with his expression souring as he's escorted back into the limousine.

Things were never easy back then. (They never got easier even after he was 'free'— but Marinette always had a way of making things seem much better than they were. She always knew what to say.)

As soon as the Younger Adrien leaves, Bunnyx's voice rings in his ear. "Good job, Chat. Now it's time to go."

"Wait."

"What do you mean wait, it's done. The Miraculous are in the right hands. You need to go."

"Wait."

His voice is soft, almost too quiet to be heard, but it's so set and determined that even Bunnyx pauses in her tracks.

Then: "I just want to see one thing."

"Adrien, you know I can't…"

"Please." He whispers it, but she can hear the crack in his voice. Hear the crack in his heart. "I just want to see her."

Bunnyx sighs.

"How long do you need?"

"Just give me the end of the day."

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Adrien spends the rest of the afternoon walking around Paris.

It's strange, being somewhere so familiar yet unfamiliar, somewhere so new yet so nostalgic, all at the same time. He decides to stay away from the school and all the places he knows she'll be, simply because he's not ready.

Not yet.

Just a few more hours.

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It's raining.

Adrien watches from outside, as the dark clouds serve well to cover his grown frame. Students are walking outside as the bell signals the end of classes for the day, and he waits.

He waits until they slowly fill out until only two people are left in the entire school building.

He's not sure if he's ready for this.

She walks out of the building.

He knows he's not ready for this.

Adrien almost slips over the concrete. It feels like the wind's knocked out of his lungs; seeing her all over again, he can't help but gasp for air. She was right there. Standing plainly like there wasn't anything wrong in the world.

Like she hadn't destroyed his own.

He has to stop himself from running to her. From confirming for himself that she isn't fake; not another figment of his imagination coming to haunt him after months of nightmares and night terrors.

Instead, he breathes in.

And he waits, as a Younger Him walks next to her.

Adrien's not close enough to hear their exchange, but it doesn't matter because he already knows those words by heart. Their first conversation forever carved into his memory as the first time he ever spoke with his soulmate.

He watches as his younger self extends his hand to give her umbrella, and how she reaches out to take it.

"You know, I felt something when our hands touched," Adrien begins, fully aware that Bunnyx was watching the whole spectacle from her burrow. "I just… I didn't know what it was yet. It was a new feeling… but I know my body knew before my mind did: that I had met my soulmate."

He laughs as the umbrella closes over Marinette's head.

"Apparently that was when she fell in love with me." Adrien continues, smiling forlornly. "Can you believe that? No normal person would fall in love with someone that quickly. We spoke less than a hundred words to each other. And we just met."

He pauses, watching as the Younger Him drives away, and as Tikki flies out from Marinette's bag to speak with her.

"But I think subconsciously, she knew too. That we were meant-to-be. That I loved her, and that she loved me. We just didn't know it at the time… not yet."

The tear rolls down Adrien's face before he can stop it.

Then they don't stop at all.

A torrent of tears, unstoppable. He can't breathe. He can't speak. He can't stand. He exhales deeply, and desperately tries to rub away the sadness. The grief. The loss.

Adrien only realizes he's no longer in the past when Bunnyx's arms wrap around his body.

He feels lost.

And Marinette's no longer there to guide him.

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Adrien kneels down onto the soil, and sets down a bouquet of flowers.

He lights a candle— scented, sweet, and lays it on the grass.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

"I miss you."

Beloved friend, daughter, and wife.

"I love you."

Our Everyday Ladybug.

"I'll never forget you."

May she rest in peace.

"Goodbye."