#this has probably already been said/ noticed but i found it neat

[pippytmi]

Hi!! For the Kacy Post Breakup AU stories. Do you still taking promt?? Please can you write "i found the ring when i was moving my stuff out of your apartment and now everything makes sense”?? But Kate found the ring, Kate broke up with Lucy the reason is up to you. Love the ones you already write, thankkk yoouu 🫶🏽

“Theoretically—and I do mean this theoretically, I can’t stress that enough—would you be able to one: procure a pair of bolt cutters, and two: meet me somewhere in twenty minutes? Just think about it. As a purely hypothetical situation.”

Lucy has to stifle a laugh into her fist as she patiently listens to Ernie’s dramatics. “As much as I want to come free you from wherever you’re chained up—”

“I said in theory—”

“—I have a thing,” Lucy says. “Um. With Kate?” To call it “a thing” might be a complete oversimplification, but Ernie gives an understanding hum on the other end of the phone.

“I can be there in five minutes. Okay, like twenty-five minutes. And I can be a buffer, or a distraction, or someone to stare her down all night. Whatever you need.”

Lucy turns the corner and sees Kate Whistler waiting on her doorstep, and the tell-tale pang in her chest briefly makes her falter. “No, it’s fine,” she remembers to answer. “I have to go, though.”

“If you’re sure,” Ernie says, sounding entirely unconvinced. “Good luck.”

“Thanks,” Lucy mumbles, and she shoves her phone into her back pocket as she carefully approaches her apartment. Kate is still standing there—stiffly out of place with suitcases at her side—but she somehow still straightens up even more when she notices Lucy. “Hey,” Lucy calls, a touch confused. “You didn’t let yourself in?”

“I wasn't sure if you wanted me to,” Kate says, awkwardly pulling at the strings of her hoodie the way she does when she is uncomfortable. She takes a step back when Lucy brings out her keys, obviously trying not to hover, and Lucy sighs.

“I don’t care, whatever,” she says, ushering Kate in with a halfhearted flourish when the door clicks open. “Just ignore the mess, I haven’t cleaned or anything.” Work has actually kept her from being home very often beyond to sleep, so she knows her apartment will be a little bit in disarray.

To Kate, it must be a war zone; she has always been a neat freak (in the most endearing way). Lucy has to step over a stack of Amazon packages to even get inside, and she knows that Kate will zero in on everything else Lucy hasn’t cleared out yet: the takeout containers on the coffee table, the jackets strewn over the chairs, the abandoned folders and posters all over the couch. 

Lucy is used to it, though, and she walks right in whereas Kate seems to freeze. “Do you want a drink?”

Kate does a double-take, snapping out of her stupor. “Sorry?”

“A drink,” Lucy repeats. “Do you want one?”

“I…think it would be better to do this sober,” Kate says, brow crinkling, and Lucy has to pause to work out what the hell Kate is talking about.

“What? No, I meant like water. Or Gatorade,” Lucy amends. “Actually, I might only have Gatorade.” It’s a whole thing—some new sponsorship her agent had set up which led to a whole crate of the stuff being shipped—and now Lucy has way more than she can drink.

“I'm okay. But thank you,” Kate says, formal to a fault, and Lucy resists the urge to roll her eyes.

“Okay, well, you can…get started. I’m going to be doing some work in the kitchen if you need anything,” Lucy says.

Kate rapidly nods. “Right. Of course,” she says. “I’ll be as quick as I can. I’m sure you’re busy.”

“Yeah. No, totally.” Lucy has actually cleared her entire day just for this, but she doesn't say as much. It is much easier to hide away and pretend she's reading a script instead of, you know, waiting for her ex-girlfriend to pack up all remnants of their relationship.

Even without watching her do it, Lucy knows Kate is probably working efficiently and effectively to erase all traces of happiness from this apartment—their apartment. Kate had never officially moved in, but it was still theirs, and Lucy sees her in everything: in the framed print of The Great Wave off Kanagawa, in the uneven coffee table they picked out from a flea market because it was so beautifully hideous, in the old, torn couch where they had exchanged I love yous for the first time.

(That fact may have also influenced Lucy’s choice to spend as much time as possible at work. Maybe.)

Speaking of work…Lucy begrudgingly takes a seat at the kitchen table to pretend she is doing some. At the very least, she can do the boring task of clearing emails from her agent. Also, she should probably check and make sure Ernie is alive.

About an hour into rewatching Gilmore Girls, Kate shows up in the doorway, wringing her fingers together anxiously. “Sorry to bother you,” she says, as if she can’t hear Lorelai Gilmore’s voice from Lucy’s laptop, “but do you know where my backpack is? The one I use for hiking?”

Lucy blinks. “Uh, I’m not sure.” Kate is the person who normally knows where everything is. Even in Lucy’s apartment, she has an uncanny ability to find stuff Lucy never can.

“I had it the weekend before…” Kate doesn’t have to finish with before I broke up with you, but Lucy hears it anyway. “You know what? It doesn’t matter. If you find it later I can just come back for it.”

“No, I can help you look.” Lucy pauses her show to clarify, “Just so you don’t have to make two trips.”

Kate’s cautious expression slowly morphs into a slightly crestfallen one. “Right. No, of course,” she says.

“Where did you look?” Lucy follows Kate outside to retrace her steps, and all the while, she curiously takes note of the absence of things Kate has chosen to select as purely hers: the cozy throw blanket off the couch, the snow globe which Kate’s mom had sent over for Christmas, the paper flower which Lucy had folded for Kate and previously was displayed in their only vase.

“Both closets—I don’t remember putting it anywhere else. Did you let someone borrow it, maybe?” Kate heads into the bedroom, zeroing in on their closet, but Lucy is focused solely on Kate’s question.

“Why would I let someone borrow your backpack? It’s not mine,” Lucy says, with admittedly a bit of indignation in her tone, but. Who the hell is Kate to suggest that Lucy would be so petty as to lose Kate’s lame hiking backpack?

Kate glances at her sideways, brow crinkling ever-so-slightly. “I don’t know. I just thought—”

“That I’m going to be that ex who trashes your stuff?” Lucy knowingly fills in.

“No, that’s not at all what I’m saying.” Kate says, and she even looks quite alarmed at the suggestion. “I’m not trying to accuse you of anything.”

“Okay, then, don’t look at me like that!”

“Like what?”

“Like I’ve kicked your puppy or something!” Lucy presses her fingertips against her temples.

Kate opens her mouth, then dejectedly shuts it. After a beat she mumbles, “I wasn’t trying to.”

“Well you are.” Lucy has to turn away, and she busies herself with digging through the pile of clothes at the bottom of the closet to see if somehow Kate’s backpack is buried underneath. It isn’t, but Lucy does find the script she had been searching for since last month, so it’s still a win-win. 

“I can get another one,” Kate says suddenly. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Sure, whatever you want,” Lucy says, kicking a parka out of the way as she wanders into the adjoining bathroom. “Is that the last thing you need to pack?” Already, all of Kate’s toiletries are missing. Lucy has to bite her lip to keep from doing something stupid like tearing up at the sight of her toothbrush all alone; the absolute last thing she needs to do is start breaking down when Kate is right outside.

“Almost,” Kate’s voice rings out hesitantly from beyond the door. “I have to finish sorting out my clothes.”

Lucy pokes her head out to briefly advise, “Check my drawers, I might have stolen a few of your shirts.” Selfishly, she wants to hang on to anything of Kate’s that she can, but she is making an effort to be practical. If she keeps on wasting her nights getting drunk and crying into that sweater of Kate’s that still smells like her, Lucy will never actually get over Kate. And she has at least promised Ernie that she will try.

Kate starts opening the drawers of the nightstands; Lucy can hear them open and shut. Lucy continues to peek about the bathroom until she has no reason to, and she begrudgingly makes her way back into the bedroom prepared to fake a call and escape back to the kitchen.

But when she walks in, Lucy is immediately immobilized at the sight of Kate standing stock-still in the center of the room—eyes wide, skin eerily pale—and in her hand is the ring box that Lucy forgot she hid in the top drawer of her nightstand.

“Oh fuck,” Lucy breathes out, her mouth forming words before her brain can interject. “That…is not what it looks like.”

Kate rapidly sets the box down on the bed, hand trembling all the while. “I’m sorry,” she says. “It just fell out. It—” She stops, sags backwards until she is leaning against the wall, her usual stoic façade completely melted away into pure disbelief. “You were going to propose?”

This time, there’s no stopping the tears when they spring to her eyes, but Lucy still wipes at them anyway. “I loved you, Kate,” she says thickly, her heart beating fast in an unbelievably painful manner. “What do you think?”

“I thought—” Kate audibly swallows. “You told me you never wanted to get married.”

Lucy shrugs limply. “Well, you do,” she says. “Obviously not with me, but..."

Kate goes silent for a moment. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks at last, and her voice quivers like she might cry, which makes absolutely no sense.

“How could I?” Lucy scoffs. “Did you want me to stop your little spiel about ‘not fitting in each other’s lives anymore’ to say ‘hey, Kate, I actually want to propose to you. Can you maybe reconsider breaking up with me?’” 

“It would’ve explained a lot, Lucy,” Kate says, stricken. “This whole time—is this why you were acting so weird?”

“I wasn’t acting weird,” Lucy says defensively.

Kate doesn’t seem to be listening. “I thought it was about your job,” she goes on, almost as if to herself. “I thought you were regretting everything.” Her cheeks glisten with silent tears, and Lucy’s stomach flips in on itself.

She doesn’t know what she’s feeling at first. Initially, Lucy assumes it’s devastation, her chest so tight with it like she might finally burst into sobs. But then she realizes it’s anger, white-hot and all-consuming, and when it explodes it comes out as:

“You didn’t even try to talk to me? If I was acting weird, fine. I don’t agree, but let’s say I was.” Lucy begins to pace, because otherwise, she might actually start crying hysterically. “Why wouldn’t you ask me what was going on?”

“I did,” Kate says softly, too softly. “You said it was work.”

Lucy pauses. “Okay, maybe that one time,” she allows. “I don’t see how that leads to dumping me.”

Kate pushes off the wall, her gaze so sorrowful and pained that Lucy has to cross her arms and pointedly look away. “I was holding you back,” she says plainly. “Your career is taking off, Lucy. You’re so famous now you get recognized every time you leave the house. I’m still a dropout law student with no idea what I’m doing in life.”

“I never cared about that.”

“But I do,” Kate says desperately. “That’s why I…that’s the only reason why I wanted to break up. It was never because I didn’t love you.” Kate has moved closer, maybe inadvertently, but Lucy jerks backwards all the same.

“It’s too late,” Lucy says—realizes. “You can’t tell me that. You’re leaving. You chose this! Kate, you—you decided to break my heart instead of trying to make this work. How do you expect me to feel?”

Kate’s hands go immediately to her hoodie strings. “I know,” she says. Twists the ends between her thumb and forefinger. “If I could take it back—”

“You can’t,” Lucy cuts her off. “You ruined it.” Her frustration is the tipping point: the tears come and they’re not pretty, hot and stinging and absolutely ruining whatever makeup she has worn today. “I’m going to go, okay? I’m going to ask Ernie to pick me up and you can just—just let me know when you’re done.”

“No, I…” Kate shakes her head. “I’ll go. Um. Don’t worry about the rest of my stuff.” She zips up her half-empty suitcase and haphazardly yanks it along, lingering briefly only by the doorway like she wants to say something else before she leaves. Lucy can see her struggle; her jaw clenches and unclenches until finally she says, “I’m sorry.”

Lucy exhales, recognizing at once she only has one chance to ask what has been bugging her this entire time. “Kate,” she says, to stop her just for one second. “Would…would you have said yes?”

Kate gazes at her so sadly that when she smiles, barely there, it is as surprising as it is heartbreaking. “Of course I would have,” she says quietly.

And without even waiting for Lucy to say anything—perhaps realizing that she won’t—Kate is leaving, and Lucy is letting her. If this was a movie, Lucy would chase her out the door; maybe get down on one knee anyway, and wait for Kate to finally accept their happily-ever-after in whatever form it takes.

But this isn’t a movie, and there is no black and white ending which will ever really satisfy them both. So Lucy sinks down onto her bed, cradles the ring box in her palm, and begins to mourn a life that was never hers to begin with.

[darubyprincx]

Evil Xisuma is fascinated by lizards.

There's some in the Nether, of course, bejewled in crimson and golden and black, but those types usually hide out near the lava pools, and EX isn't fireproof, not by a long shot. They tried to catch one once, but they burnt their hands and got told off gently by X when they came home and the lizard escaped. There's some in the trees, but they're venomous and lightning fast.

The ones in the Overworld are much friendlier, so whenever they can, they walk over there and find a mangrove swamp far out, where the Overworld lizards like to hide. They're skittish, but EX has found that if you're gentle, they'll let you hold them.

Why lizards and not like, frogs or something? They don't know. They just think they're neat.

One evening, EX found themself in a particularly foggy swamp, grumbling as they picked their way through sprawling tree roots and mud that pulled at their boots much like the soul sand did. They were getting lost. They didn't care. This server had respawn enabled, anyways. But as they trod deeper and deeper in, something felt a little... off.

"Where are these lizards?" they grumbled, loudly enough to get the attention of a nearby breeze, which ruffled the leaves. Wait.

You can't be noticed by the wind.

"Hello?" they asked, looking up.

Somewhere to the front and right of them and very much on the ground, a twig snapped. A light came out of the fog, and a figure wearing a very broad hat walked into view.

"I'm telling you, Joel," they sighed, "you can't be in here. Especially not after dark. It's dangerous, the ghosts might- who are you?" They stopped and leaned closer, confusion clear on their face.

"If you're asking for a name, I won't give it," said EX. "They're powerful things."

"Fair enough," shrugged the stranger. "There have been some weird things happening around here lately. I'm the swamp witch. What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for lizards," said EX.

"In full body armor?"

"My lungs are shit. I have to wear this. Also, it's comfortable."

"Oh, so you're the swearing type," said the stranger with a frown. "Okay."

EX sighed. "I've never met you in my life, but you've already managed to sound exactly like my brother."

"Your brother??"

"Yes, my brother. People have them, idiot. I'm not giving my name away but I'll sure as hell give you his- Xisuma. I could pr-"

"Wait, wait, hold on," said the stranger, cutting them off with a wave of their hand. "Xisuma?"

"Weird name, I know."

"No, I mean I've met him. I never knew he had a brother."

"Sibling," corrected EX. "Also, what?"

"My bad," said the witch. They sighed. "Listen, whatever, I don't know how you got here, but you should probably go. There's some dangerous stuff in here, especially at night." They looked around warily as if to prove their point.

EX laughed. "You're tripping if you think that I'm scared of your stupid swamp. It's just a slightly damp forest. What could possibly live in here that I would be scared of?"

On cue, the wind picked up. The stranger looked around frantically. "You need to go." A bunch of blue lights appeared at the edges of the lamplight. "Now."

The wind blew a myriad of leaves into EX's face and they stumbled backwards as the yellow light receded rapidly, tripping over a tree root just as one of the blue lights came into focus. The last thing they thought before their head hit the ground was that it sorta looked like a face.

When they sat up, it was morning. The fog was gone. They looked around to see where it went, but there was none.

"Weird," they said.

Three unread messages from Worm Boy.

Dude, where are you? It's getting late.

EX? I'm going to bed now but please message me if you see this.

Just woke up. If you don't respond by lunchtime, I'm calling Xisuma.

"Hey. Sorry. I fell asleep while lizard hunting," they typed, then sent it with a sigh. What a mess.

A small blue wisp floated up where they had stepped as they walked out of the forest.

[paradoxcase]

@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess:

Fascinating to me that a nun commiting suicide TWICE drove two of the big background events: John identifying soul (when she puts a bullet in her brain) and the Lyctors being forced to take the final step in the process (when she talks Alfred into a suicide pact).

Yeah. Cristabel seems to have been a very strange person. I noticed there was also a mention of her and Alfred meditating together in this chapter, I guess he must also be pretty strange even for a hedge fund manager

John needed the suicidal nun too be able to identify the 'individual code' that identified separate souls within the larger 'program' of the 'world soul' I think. Once he did that he could get that specific about souls....I think.

Yeah, he was able to see the individual soul at that point, but it said he was still not able to do anything with it because Alecto was there

@eye-lantern:

For the nun, well. She is a nun, so the soul is more important than politics. She has found here second coming, but the idiot is raving about how the merchants in the temple are not funding his project instead of becoming closer to his Father. She has a few loose screws but a very clear sense of purpose

@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess:

@eye-lantern This comment about the nun is really well said, in my view. She was a zealot, both before and after what happened, but she seemed to believe deeply in the 'holy' mission.

When you put it like that, I guess I can see it. I wonder what she is actually like on the other side, after they all come back and I guess have probably forgotten Christianity?

The reference to the shaman and the sun refers to a Maori legend about catching the sun in the sky (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tamanuiter%C4%81)

Ahh, neat. But John envisioning himself as Maui (if I understand that right) now makes me think of him singing the "You're Welcome" song from Moana. It's interesting that Maui shows up in both Hawaiian and Maori mythology

@eye-lantern:

I agree that John's decision make little sense, and to me that's part of the message

He is a random dude who was given power over life and death in the most stressful situation of his life. He couldn't handle it better. Anyone in this situation would have their worst aspects exacerbated and for him it was his vindictivness. He misuses it immediately because he is hooked on directly to the absolute power of a screaming mad planet. A few days of lack of sleep can fuck up your reasoning so bad, and he was already at his lowest.

His behavior after becoming Jod is more logical, but informed by the fact that no one can ever harm him, and he can kill with a thought. Life has lost all human like stakes to him. It's nothing more than a game to play with his dolls/friends.

Oh, yeah, I get that he was stressed out and sleep deprived and made a bunch of bad decisions, but like for days up to this he keeps talking about how how it's so important that the trillionaires not be allowed to leave, and nobody tells him that that's not right. Well, I think Augustine maybe did once, when he was like "why don't you do some good wizard shit", and Cassipeia said so way too late, but when John was all like "we have to stop them!" at the beginning of the chapter, no one said anything. I feel like there were some sensible people in this group who should have said something sensible at that point? Mercy, Augustine, Pyrrha, Cassiopeia?

For the burnt thumb thing, when you hurt a finger a lot of instinctual reflexes are: aply pressure, get close to you, and for a burn, wet. So a lot of kids shove any hurt finger in their mouth. Also works for bleeding.

Sure, but I don't see how that relates to "it's human nature to take things" because you're not taking anything by doing that?

And my personal theory for the gift she gave him. She gave him an instinctual look in the working of a plane of the laws that regulate the world. Kinda like how humans and some species evolved to understand abstraction, that allowed them to use tools, and even make them. But when discovering a new concept it's easier to use it to hurt than to heal of build. If you give a sharp rock to someone, they'll understand how to make a weapon before using it to fray plants and create rope. John is a monkey given a toolbox and he realise the hammer breaks things, and did not go in depth with the mastic and spackle because it did not do anything interesting immediately. I think if he had not focused on death, the "easy" option of what he was given, he may have realised he had powers that could have saved humanity

I don't know. I mean, it seems like necromancers generally can work with organic material, but might not be so good at changing the climate or neutralizing pollution. Or do you think that John's powers are significantly different than necromancy, and the powers of regular necromancers don't ultimately come from Alecto, but are just a different thing caused by the thanergy radiation from the undead planets?

[can-of-pringles]

When I'm Alone with You - Chapter 14

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None unless you count pet rats

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Copia has a surprise for Silas

Note: We're back people!

Also Read on AO3

August

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Copia smiled as he watched his new pet rats settle into their new home. It had been a long time since he'd had rats. He’d missed how sweet and affectionate they were. It had been rough when his childhood rats had finally crossed that unholy bridge, but he was grown up now; he knew it was better to focus on spending time with the lovely furry sweethearts than to mourn prematurely.

“Just wait until Silas finds out about you guys. He’s going to love you!” He whispered and watched as they explored their habitat.

As much as he wanted to watch them play all day, he knew he had to work. He sighed and frowned, resting his head in the palm of his hand. Maybe he could just work from his room today? Sister probably wouldn’t care as long as the work got done on time, as it always did. And besides, he still wanted to make sure the rats were settling in properly. How could he do that if he couldn’t monitor them sometimes throughout the day?

“I’ll be right back, okay? Don’t get into too much trouble while I’m gone.” He smiled as he watched them run around and play in their new home.

Copia left his room to go retrieve his work for the day, walking down the halls and heading towards his office. He was already in a good mood from his new pet rats, but seeing Silas as usual made it double. He was leaning slightly with a broom, taking a pause in sweeping.

“Silas.” He called, lightly waving.

Silas noticed him and smiled, returning the wave. Copia walked over to him, seeing no issue in having a small chat with him before getting his work.

“Hey, you’re not working in your office today?” Silas asked, curious.

He shook his head. “Yeah, working from my room, actually… but I have a reason.” He tried hiding the smile growing on his face.

Silas picked up on it, smiling and raising a brow in interest. “What’s the reason?”

“Well, I didn’t want to leave my new rats all by themselves while they’re settling in,” he played it casually, before grinning.

“Hey, that’s great! Everything’s going well?” Silas asked.

“Yes, they’re happy and healthy so far.”

“I’m very happy for you.” He smiled.

Copia blushed but ignored it. “Thank you.”

“Maybe the next time we’re on break I could meet them?”

“Yes, of course! They’d love to meet you.” Copia nodded.

“Sounds great. See you and them soon,” Silas said before getting back to sweeping.

Copia gave him one last quick look before heading to his office as he had originally planned.

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“Just one more page and you can go on break…” Copia muttered under his breath, tapping his foot impatiently.

He looked up and turned around in his chair when he heard a squeak coming from his rats. He smiled when he saw them climbing around in their cage, playing with their toys.

“It’s almost time for you all to meet Silas,” he spoke before turning back to his work.

“Just power through this…” He thought, furrowing his brows as he focused.

After around ten minutes of solely working, he sighed and leaned back in his chair, relieved that it was finally done. He re-stacked the pages, leaving them in a neat pile on his makeshift desk. Copia stood, lightly stretching his wrists. Now was hopefully going to be the best part of his day.

He left his room to find Silas. The bedrooms were kept slightly separate from the main part of the building, but it wasn’t any distance he hadn’t walked before. His eyes visibly lit up when he saw his friend.

Silas had a small smile on his face when he saw him. “Hey, I just finished, and I was going to try to see if I could find you, but I guess you found me first.”

Copia chuckled shortly, scratching the back of his head. “Yes, I suppose I was eager for you to meet the new rats…”

“Oh, yeah, we can go right now if you want, and then maybe eat lunch afterwards?” Silas asked.

Copia smiled. “Yes, that would be great.”

They walked side-by-side, talking briefly about their day. When they got closer, Silas looked around slightly.

“Something wrong?”

“No, it’s just I don’t clean around the personal rooms as much as the other janitors, different shifts, and all of that. So I was going over all the details again, just a reminder.” Silas explained.

Copia muttered an ‘oh’ and nodded.

“Well, here we are. Ta-da!” He motioned to his room in a slightly exaggerated, comical manner, causing Silas to chuckle a little.

He opened his door slowly, and they walked inside. “Maybe try to just start slow and keep quiet, since they’re not used to visitors yet.”

Silas nodded. He stood for a moment, vaguely observing his room. It wasn’t anything extravagant, quite the opposite, though he figured it wasn’t like his own apartment was that fancy either. He at least noticed a tiny kitchenette, a small couch, and a bathroom nearby. There was probably a bed somewhere slightly out of view. It reminded him more of a hotel room. Although Silas definitely noticed some small personal touches, a couple of cat related posters on the wall. Some candles close by. Even a small potted plant.

“Silas?”

“Oh, um, yeah?” He answered, realizing he wasn't paying as much attention as he'd thought. “What is it?”

“You can meet them now. Could you maybe wash your hands? Just in case.” Copia asked.

He nodded and quickly washed his hands at the small sink in the kitchen. He wasn’t sure if Copia was actually going to want him to hold the rats, but whatever happened, it didn’t hurt to be prepared.

“Okay, here they are.” Copia smiled, leading him to a large multiple-story cage full of toys and things for rats to climb on.

Ironically, it looked like rat heaven in there. Silas watched in a bit of awe as the three rats climbed around and played. They took turns burrowing in their small hidey holes, climbing up ladders, and chewing on wood toys.

“The light silvery one with white patches is called Alessa. The black one over here is Bella, and then the brown one is Clara.” Copia pointed them all out.

Silas scoffed lightheartedly once he put it together. “They’re ABC rats?” He raised a brow, amused.

“Yeah, I thought it was kinda funny.” Copia shrugged. “Aren’t they perfect?” He spoke softly as he looked at them.

Silas smiled and leaned closer when he saw Alessa sniffing at him through the cage. “She’s very cute. They all seem very sweet.”

“Yes, though I’m looking forward to seeing more of their personalities shine through once they completely settle in,” Copia explained. “Do you want to hold one of them?”

“Oh, well, only if it’s okay with them… I don’t want to disturb them too much. Also, won’t the other ones get jealous?” Silas stammered a bit.

“Yeah, they’re very cuddly, and as long as you stay calm, they won’t mind. We can also do one at a time so they all get to meet you; no chance of jealousy. If you’d want to.” Copia carefully opened the cage and began to place them one by one in their playpen outside of their cage. “They need outside time from their cage, anyway.”

“Oh, alright,” Silas said as he watched the rats run around in their play habitats.

“Sit down and I’ll bring you Alessa first.” Copia gestured to his couch.

He listened and sat down, staying still and mentally preparing. He liked Copia’s rats and all the rat-related stuff Copia had shown him, but he still wasn’t that familiar with being around them, especially holding them.

Copia gently picked up Alessa, talking to her sweetly as well as reassuring the other two. Silas tried listening to what Copia was saying quietly but realized it was in Italian. Copia looked up from his rat, practically seeing the nervousness radiating off Silas.

“You know, you don’t have to hold the rats if you don’t want to. I promise I won’t mind,” he said.

Silas looked up at him, opening his mouth to speak before shutting it, and then trying to speak again. “Oh, it’s not that I don’t like them. They’re very cute. It’s just that I’ve never held a rat before… I don’t want to hurt them accidentally.”

“Well… I trust you, and I’m right here to help. They’re not as fragile as you’d think. Seriously, I’ve seen the way they play with each other. It gets brutal.” Copia winced at the end.

Silas laughed, thankfully loosening up slightly. Copia smiled.

“I’ll sit next to you just in case.” He moved towards him and sat beside him, still holding Alessa. “Untense your shoulders, relax, Silas,” Copia spoke soothingly. “Do you want to hold her?”

Silas nodded, following his instructions. Copia carefully placed Alessa in Silas’ arms. He remained as calm as he could, looking at her.

“Hi, Alessa, my name is Silas.” He started petting her head, beginning to naturally relax more. “Wow, she’s really soft.”

“Oh, yeah, it’s one of the best parts of rats.” Copia smiled.

Alessa squeaked and sniffed his hand, licking it.

Silas raised a brow, trying not to cringe at the feeling. “Um, what is she doing?”

“Don’t worry, she’s just trying to groom you. It means she likes you,” he explained.

“Oh, aw, thanks, Alessa.” Silas chuckled.

She chirped and rubbed her head against his hand.

Silas gently petted her, smiling and talking to her sweetly as if she were a puppy. Which, she basically was a tiny puppy. Copia couldn’t help but beam as he watched them and watched as Silas became visibly more comfortable.

After a while, Alessa began to grow bored and started to try to escape Silas’ arms, attempting to climb up them instead. Before she could get far, Copia picked her up, allowing her to perch on his shoulder, since Silas probably wasn’t ready for that quite yet.

“Are you ready to meet the others?” Copia asked.

“Yeah, thanks for introducing me to Alessa, the rats in general.”

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After the meeting with the other rats was finished, and the rats were placed back in their home, Silas and Copia chatted for a moment by the kitchenette, each quickly washing their hands. Silas noticed when Copia replaced his leather gloves, not used to seeing his ungloved hands. Since he wore the gloves all the time, it left his hands looking soft.

“Your gloves are kinda cool… is it a uniform thing? Or…?” Silas casually brought it up.

Copia glanced down at his hands, so used to the feeling of wearing the gloves that he forgot others noticed them. “Oh, well, it’s not exactly a requirement… but I think it completes the look, and if I’m being honest, they help with certain, um, sensory things.”

Silas furrowed his brows and nodded thoughtfully. “Yeah, that makes sense. When I was a kid, I’d have to wash my hands every time after eating a meal. Now I just use forks and spoons for pretty much everything.”

“Oh, yes, touching food is the worst.” Copia’s face scrunched up in disgust. “I'm so glad we invented utensils.”

“Speaking of food… do you want to go get lunch now?”

He nodded, looking forward to eating lunch with him.

“I have one more question though… if you have a kitchen in your room, why even bother going to the cafeteria?” Silas asked, tilting his head slightly.

“It’s better to eat with friends than alone sometimes,” Copia answered. “Although I usually eat breakfast and a late supper here,”

The corner of Silas’ mouth tugged up in a lop-sided smile. “That’s a good point.”

Copia returned it, and they headed off to lunch, but not before they both gave quick goodbyes to the rats; hearing them scurry about in their cage.

[thenerdyfanwriter]

Heyo! Can you write a s3 Robin x reader where reader is a Russian spy in training but hates it and ends up helping the scoop troop and falling for Robin ( reader almost kills them the first time they meet.) but ends up dying in the end because the Russians found out. Thanks :)

Untitled

Word Count: 2299

Pairing: Robin Buckley x reader

Synopsis: Robin finally found the person she wanted forever, but some things aren’t meant to last.

Warnings: Angst

A/N: I changed some of what happened in season 3. Some things changed were Steve already knew Robin was gay, Dustin and Erica didn’t go with Steve and Robin, and Steve, Robin, and Y/n are the one to destroy the gate under Starcourt. Also, I wrote the ending while crying. Hope you enjoy!

Masterlist

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I haven’t been in America for long. My parents brought me here from Russia for some type of training about 6 months ago. I’m not exactly sure where I am. They haven’t told me much.

My parents don’t seem to be around any more. I’m not even sure they are still alive. If they are dead, I don’t think I’ll miss them much. They weren’t in my life very much in the first place.

I’m currently getting ready for my second training session of the day. If I’m honest, this session is my favorite. They told me I’m doing some kind of security training today. As I’m walking to the training room, I notice the door to security cracked.

I peek my head in and notice a lot of security camera footage. One of them is for a place called Scoops Ahoy. I watch the footage from the door and notice a boy and girl. The boy seems a few years older than me but the girl looks around my age. She has short hair that bounces as she walks. I see her name tag. It reads “Robin”.

I have a weird feeling in my chest as I watch her. She is very cute. Before I get caught, I continue going to my training room. When I get there, I notice there's a gun on a table in the middle of the room. 

As I walk towards the table, someone starts talking from the speakers. “Grab the gun. Carefully eliminate all threats without getting injured.” 

I picked up the gun. It already has ammunition in it. I see a map on the wall with 4 red dots clustered together near the elevators.

With the gun, I make my way towards where the red dots were. The elevator is in view but I don't see anyone. I make my way to the elevator.

Sitting next to the elevator security sensor is a stand with a badge on it. I hold the badge up to the sensor and the elevator door opens. I hide behind the wall with the gun drawn while the door opens all the way.

I peek around the corner. I can’t see anything at first glance, so I slowly make my way into the elevator. When I make it about half way inside, I spot someone crouched behind a box. 

I walk around the box so that I’m behind them. “ Slowly stand up and turn around.” I tell them. They raised their hands in the air while getting up. “ Turn around.” I tell them again. As they turn, I recognize them from the security room.

“You are Robin, correct?” She looked much prettier in person. She stared at me looking confused. 

“Yes, I am.” She said. I was about to reply but I heard something behind me. Before I got the chance to turn around, I was hit in the head with something.

Robin Pov

“Steve, did you have to hit her on the head?” I whisper-yelled at Steve. The Russian girl laying passed out in front of me somehow knows who I am.

“She was holding a gun to you. She was probably going to shoot you, too!” Steve yelled back.

“She wasn’t going to shoot me.” I told him. I looked back down at the girl laying on the floor. Her hair was in a neat bun on top of her head. If I’m being honest, she was very attractive for someone who wanted to kill me.

“Just because you find her attractive doesn’t mean she isn’t going to kill us Robin.” Steve leaned over her and grabbed the gun she was holding. He lifted her up next so that she was leaning against a box. When Steve let go of her, she started to wake up.

As her eyes opened, she looked around with confusion written on her face. “ Where am I?” She asked in a thick Russian accent.

“How do you know who I am?” I asked her. She looked up at me and her eyes went wide.

“You are from the security video. You work at an ice cream shop in the mall. You are also very attractive.” Her cheeks turned red when she said the last part. ”I am Y/n. What are you Americans doing down here?” She stood up from her spot on the floor and glanced between Steve and I.

Your Pov

 Apparently Americans can be smart. Steve and Robin ended up here after discovering a secret code. They were looking for some type of gate with a monster apparently. I know what they are talking about. We have a team of scientists trying to open a gate to another dimension.

“I will help you get out of here but I will not take you to the gate.” I told them. They looked at each other like they were silently coming up with a plan.

“Fine, but you have to come with us and tell us what's happening down here.” Robin said, looking back at me.

“Ok, deal.” I go outside the elevator to where I left the key card and grab it. Stepping back into the elevator, I slide it over the security box and the elevator starts going up. 

Once the elevator stops, I open the door again and we leave. “ Where are we going?” I asked them.

“We’re going to my house.” Steve said. 

After arriving at Steve’s house, he went to his room to get us all a change of clothes. “So, um, do you really find me attractive?” Robin asked me as we sat in Steve’s living room.

“Yes, I do. It’s fine if you do not find me attractive as well. I understand.” I said.

She gulped then looked at me and said, “ I do, um, find you attractive as well.”

“Ok.” I said. I got up and started walking towards the kitchen. “Are you hungry? I can make something.” I yelled so that both Steve and Robin could hear me. I heard Steve running down the stairs.

“I’ll just order some pizza. Don’t worry about cooking.” Steve said once he reached me. “ Here’s some clothes. You can change in the bathroom around the corner.” He handed me some clothes then walked to where Robin was.

I took the clothes and went to change. When I was done, I went back to the living room where Robin and Steve were sitting.

“Can you tell us what is going on under the mall?” Steve asked.

I tell them everything I know, which isn’t much. “ I can help you guys get what you want from the Russians if you want.” I offer. 

“We’d appreciate it.” Robin said. “Steve, can you show us the guest room? It’s getting late.” 

“Yeah, sure.” Steve said. He got up and headed towards the stairs. Robin and I followed him. Steve got to the top of the stairs then led us down a hallway. “ This is the guest room. There’s only one bed, but the lounge sofa has a pullout.” He told us and walked away.

“I don’t think Steve likes me very much.” I said to Robin. I walked over to the bed and sat down. Robin came and sat next to me.

“It takes a while for Steve to warm up to people.” She said. “ If it makes you feel any better, I like you already.”

I looked at her and smiled. “That does make me feel better actually.”

“So, do you think maybe when this is all over, would you like to go on a date with me?” Robin asked me.

“Of course I would.” I told her. “Maybe we can go to the cinema, I think it’s called?”

“Yeah that would be perfect.” She said. “I’m getting tired. Do you want to share the bed or should I sleep on the pullout?” 

“We can share. The bed looks big enough.” I told her. We laid down and went to sleep.

The next morning, I could hear Steve downstairs walking around. I got up and looked around. Robin must already be up as well since I didn’t see her.

I walk downstairs and see Steve and Robin sitting in the kitchen. “ Good morning.” I tell them. I look at the clock on the wall and see it's almost 8 am. “ If we’re going to break into the facility, we should leave soon.”

They look at each other and nod. “Ok,” Steve said, “I’m going to go start the car then.” He got up and left. It was now just Robin and I.

“So, um, did you sleep well last night?” Robin asked. She looked so pretty first thing in the morning. My eyes drift over her face and land on her lips. They look very kissable right now.

“I slept very well. Would it be weird if I kissed you right now?” I asked Robin. I took a few steps closer to her. Her eyes grew wide in surprise. “Nevermind. Forget that I asked.” I started stepping away from her.

“No, wait.” She said in a rush. Robin grabbed my cheeks with both hands and smashed her lips to mine. “Sorry,but I’ve been wanting to do that since last night.”

“It’s ok. I liked it.” I said as my smile grew wide.

Robin looked like she was about to say something but was interrupted by the sound of Steve honking his car horn. With a sigh, Robin dropped her hands and said, “I guess we should go then.” She started towards the car before I could say anything.

When we arrived at the mall, we sat in the car for a minute. “I still have the security badge so it should be easy to get inside.” I told them. “We don’t have any guns so it will be hard to get past the security once we get to the basement.”

“I have some guns in the trunk.” Steve said.

“Ok. We should head in then.” I said as I got out of the car. Both followed after me.

Steve walked to the back of the car and opened the trunk. We each grabbed a gun and headed to the elevator in the back. “ You guys ready?” I asked with the key card in my hand ready to scan.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Robin said, looking at Steve.

“Let’s go then.” I scanned the card and the doors to the elevator opened. Walking into the elevator, I had my gun drawn in case there was anyone here this early. Once I saw there was no one in there, I signaled to the other two to get in the elevator. I scanned the card again and the elevator started going down.

Once the elevator reached the bottom, I glanced at Steve and Robin and scanned the card again, opening the door. I turned back to look at them, “ Ready?” I asked. They both nodded their heads.

We began walking down the long hallway. I know from living down here that there shouldn’t be anyone around until we get to the main part of the basement. Last night, they told me they needed to destroy the gate the scientists are making.

I stop and turn around to Steve and Robin. “ I have a plan. My room is around the corner. We go in there and change into the training uniforms. After that, we head to the lab where the gate is.”

“Sounds good.” Robin said.

“Let’s do it.” Steve glanced at Robin and I.

We made our way to my room where we all changed into the spare uniforms I have. When we were done, I peeked into the hallway to make sure it was all clear. “There’s no one out here. We should be able to make it to the lab without being seen.”

I walked out of the room with Robin and Steve following me. We made our way to the door that led to the lab without being seen. I opened the door and looked inside. 

“ Most of the scientists are either not here or are in the secure lab.” I told them. I walked into the room, towards the secure lab with Robin and Steve following. “ I can’t promise this is going to go easy once I open the door.” I warned.

I unlocked the door with the key card and pushed it open. There weren’t many people there, only about 10 or so. I glanced at Steve and Robin to signal them to be ready when I start shooting.

I walked into the room and started shooting. With the attention on me, Robin and Steve ran to where the gate was. I kept shooting until they came back. Robin grabbed me as she ran by and I ran with them. 

We almost made it to the elevator before security caught up with us. I slowed down and started shooting at them. When we finally reached the elevators, I unlocked the door. Steve and Robin both ran inside, hiding against the walls.

Security was halfway down the hallway now and closing in on us quickly.

“Robin, “ I yelled, grabbing her attention. “ Go to the cinema for me.” I told her.

I reached inside the elevator and scanned the card. When the door started closing, I threw the key card at Steve. 

“Don’t do this Y/n.” He said as he caught the card.

“Goodbye Steve and Robin.” I said as the door finally closed.

I turned around and started shooting at the security that was now standing a few feet away.

Robin Pov

I heard her start shooting after the door closed. As the elevator started moving, I heard her yell in pain before there was a loud thump.

I finally found someone and they were taken away from me too early.

A/N Part 2: Sorry it kinda strayed from the ask.

[littleboxcat]

Peter Reads Egon's most personal & intimate journal entry yet.

This is a continuation of a fic I posted earlier on my tumblr page. I have not yet uploaded it onto AO3

Peter Fanned the pages scanning them for something savorer, or unsavory rather. His attention was snagged when Janine’s name appeared again. Hello, peter thought as he began to read.

Date: July 2nd

Janine and I are partaking in a viewing of Médée at The Met.

The Diva’s voice was how I would imagine the sirens sounded as they pulled their unwitting victims to their death in the Odyssey. Sadly, I find myself hooked. Janine’s hand was placed on my thigh. Did she notice my aroused state? I must conclude as the intermission is soon to be over.

“And then you took her home and made sweet love to her. C’mon Egon, land the plane will ya! Geez.” Peter was startled by his own voice. He had said that loud. He looked around dumbfounded and then continued.

Date: July 2nd

Time: 2:45am

It was in my aroused state that I have found myself in Janine’s humble abode having just experienced for the second time in my life a rite of passage.

Peters’ eyes nearly bulged out of his head. He read on.

Observations:

-Janine favors osculation.

-Tea on the tongue leads to interesting intermingling of flavors in the mouth whilst kissing.

-She is observant. (She did indeed notice my engorgement during the performance.)

- Janine experiences a full-face/(body?) flush when sexually piqued.

-Her skin is also warm to the touch.

-She has beautiful Clavicles.

-It is difficult for me to not notice the gentle slope to her full bosom and erect mammillia beneath her blouse.

- manual massage to them is favorable. Tongue and mouth are ideal.

- Aggressive when aroused.

Again, Peter stopped. He closed the book around his finger making sure to save the page. He peered down at his own crotch. Was he getting hard from reading about Egon’s sexcapades? Nah. He bounced his left knee and thought about Ghosts, dumb technical words he had heard Ray and Egon say, and slimer sliming him for the umpteenth time until he had maintained a neutral state. Peter re-read.

-Aggressive when aroused. 

I bet she was Spengs. It took you long enough to do her. I mean all that pining and no penetration, I mean com’on. Peter thought to himself as he continued to violate Egon’s privacy.

I have taken into account the magnitude of reactions to stimuli Janine experienced and have pinpointed approx. 5 actions to experiment with upon our next coital encounter.

For instance,

Frottage of my pants covered vascular engorgement against her vulva while clothed, yielded an unmeasurable amount of low viscosity vaginal fluid to be released. This liquid covered both the gusset of her undergarments and my fly area.

However, this may be a combination of both of our fluids as this act was quite pleasurable to myself as well. I did notice my own Cowper’s fluid leaking from the meatus during the act.

Ehk, Meatus?! What are you doing, having sex or makin’a hamburger? He chuckled breathlessly. Peter had made it a rule that if he needed a dictionary to read something, the book was probably going to be a snooze fest. He absolutely hated textbooks, one day someone would place all of the world’s books into a neat cassette tape that he could play in his Sony Walkman. They were already doing it with kids books in Teddy Ruxpin. Why not all books.

In Uni, anytime he needed to study, he would end up sleeping. He owed Egon for helping him get through grad school. Had it not been for his dear friend he would probably have dropped out. This was the first time Peter wanted to have a dictionary nearby. He decidedly called what Egon had written, scientific smut. Egon, ever the inventor.

I hypothesize that usage of a phalangeal digit may produce a similar reaction.

-perhaps usage of the tongue?

-Possible experimentation with foods. How does Janine’s diet effect the bouquet and palatableness of her vaginal transudate?

*It might be time to revisit Masters and Johnsons “Human sexual Response.” I should take a visit to the research library.

Despite the textbook nature of Egon’s journal, Peter still sported a simi-chub. This time he didn’t try to think it away. If it was gonna happen, let it happen. Besides, he was home alone.

Oral stimulation of Janine’s’ erect mammillia yielded audible approval.

(Her breathy squeaks did something to me. I did not last to penetration.)

-She moaned when I moved my hands against her undressed body.

-I would like to try using ice on the skin, possibly on her nipples. Will it increase Janine’s arousal state?

-I believe manual stimulation leading to full release approx. 2x prior to coitus will allowed me to extend the period of time with which my next orgasm will happen.  

-I will experiment with the thrust to ejaculate ratio (TER) as well as time between arousal states

-I postulate that the longer the period to time between my own release the more time is allotted for Janine’s Physiological and psychological arousal response.  

*She did state that she experienced full sexual release during our frottage episode.

-I penetrated Janine in the missionary position. I experienced a very clear heightened arousal state; quickened heart rate, flushed skin, slight throbbing in the genital region. Janine, however, requested to be on top. This produced deeper penetration. This also seemed to allow her to create the pacing. I observed a similar physiological response in her.

At this point, Peter had already unsheathed his hard-on from its jean prison and was lightly stroking along with the journal entry. Was he really going to do this while reading his friend’s very intimate, deeply personal thoughts. Yes. Yes he was and no one had to know. Just he and Egon’s journal and the office. Slimer was nowhere at the moment. Besides, it had been a minute since his last tryst and as nerdy as the entry was, it was doing it for him. He continued stroking and reading.

-Her moans were more low and elongated.

- I did not last long, neither did she. This was my first time experiencing a form of Kabzah.

-Female orgasm is not dissimilar to the male. An inverse of rhythmic contractions from the inner vascular walls similar to my own corpus spasm without the outward release of seminal fluid.

*Is squirting possible?

- I would also like to test which position during active Penile/Vaginal interaction (PVI) yields the longest coital connection and which produces the highest pleasure response in Janine.

*Note to self, study more on tantra. I might need to brush up on my Sanskrit. I have my work cut out for me.

Writing this has caused me to become aroused yet again. Perhaps I will have the opportunity to try one of my hypotheses now.

Peter was already on his last few strokes. He was not paying attention to the journal anymore; or the door to the lab for that matter.  His eyes closed tight as he pumped himself faster. A dark figure stood in the door frame. Peter climaxed with an audible grunt spurting into his own hand; Panting as he opened his eyes to see Egon standing there in the doorway. Huffing. straight faced. Eyes wide. Eyebrow low. For a hot moment the silence stretched on for eons. The silence lasted until the eventual heat death of the universe, at least in Peter’s mind, which had ceased to function.

“OH MY GOD! I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY!”

Peter shouted as he grabbed a pillow from the couch absentmindedly holding it in front of himself with his cummy hand.

“I now understand the adage feeling your blood boil.”

Egon stated matter of factually, in a calm and cold way.

“Spengs I can explain.”

“Don’t. I wouldn’t want you to debase yourself.”

“I…I’m just gonna go. I—I’ll clean the pillow.”

Peter Lowered his head and cowered making himself look small. He quickly pushed himself back into his pants and backed out of the lab leaving the journal on the couch and the mop laying on the ground. Egon was still silent as if processing. Egon turned slowly toward Peter, still cold and calculated he spoke.

“Peter, I’m not angry with you. I am pissed with myself. I should have known better than expecting anything better of you.”

“Hey! Wait a Minute.--”

Peter stopped; Egon’s words hurt but he deserved it. Still, It felt like Egon was a parent who was deeply disappointed in a son. He didn’t view his friend as a father but he knew this particular kind of shame.

“I really am sorry. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but I did it anyway. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me big guy?”

Egon sighed. His face softened. He lifted his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and pointer.

“I need some time to think about it Peter.”

He stated as he shut the door in peters face.

Authors note: It would take Egon some time to get over this but that’s a story for a different day.

[carmypen]

I’m a little more than halfway through OOO now, and I wanted to do a little write up of some of my thoughts that I haven’t already put in other posts, so here it is!

I am completely and utterly amazed at how good this show actually is. When I rewatch an old show, especially a show that I have a lot of nostalgia for, I usually try to keep my expectations low (and that goes double for a show where I’m not the target audience). However, OOO, somehow manages to almost be better than I remember it. A big part of that is I’m watching it now knowing how the show ends, and I can clearly see how much foreshadowing there was. Stuff like Eiji and the purple Medals or Date knowing who Eiji is are brought up pretty early and continue to get hinted at throughout the show. One really big example is Ankh mentioning in EPISODE 2, that he can taste things now. It seems like a completely innocent, throwaway line, but when you know what’s revealed later about the Greeed it just hits you right in the heart ;__;

I was a bit surprised at how much I had forgotten about the show, but that made rediscovering those things kind of fun. One major thing is Eiji having that I’m-pretending-to-be-stupid-but-I’m-actually-two-steps-ahead-of-everyone aspect of his personality. It’s a trait that makes him into a really entertaining main character.

Speaking of characters, the big stand out for me this time around is Gotou. I didn’t notice him as much the first time because he’s a lot less flamboyant compared to the rest of the cast, but now I really love his character. It’s cool how he starts off bitter and entitled, but then when he has the opportunity to get what he wants (being Birth) he turns it down because he has to stick to his morals. Then he goes through a dark, hopeless period before working his way up to finally becoming Birth. It’s just such a great little character arc, I can’t wait to see it all.

Also (and I probably forgot this because OOO was my first Kamen Rider show and I didn’t know any different) it is very amusing to see some of the characters fight Greeed/Yummies with real life weapons. Like, Gotou whipping out a rocket launcher or Satonaka dual wielding handguns when she shows up to bring the final core medal for TaJaDor’s debut.

We cannot talk about OOO without talking about the one and only notorious birdman himself. I remember when I first watched OOO I felt like Ankh was the kind of character I would have created when I was in middle school. Having rewatched a good chunk of the show now, I can say that I agree with past-me 100 percent. Ankh is, like, the perfect blorbo. If you opened the dictionary and looked up “blorbo” there would be a picture of Ankh, and he would be looking very pretty in it. He’s like if a group of top blorbo scientist gathered together and decided to build the perfect blorbo with the most blorbo-y of blorbo traits. All with the main goal to blorbo-ify the entire world.

With that being said, Ankh is also absolutely terrible. And I love it. I remember him being pretty selfish, and I was preparing for the fact that I probably had a nicer, fanon-ified version of him in my head, but, woooow I was not quite ready. Still, it makes the show just that more enjoyable. He stirs up a lot of drama and it’s great.

For a quick aside, it’s also been neat to go down the Internet rabbit hole and see how many other roles Miura Ryosuke has had in the last few years. It looks like he found his niche in musical theater, and has been involved in a lot of anime-to-stage adaptations (did you know there’s a Fist of the North Star musical? I sure didn’t!). The Black Butler fandom seems to have embraced him, and I hope the JJK fandom enjoys him as their stage Gojo.

Finally, I don’t have too much to say about him, but I absolutely love Date. I couldn’t wait to get to his episodes, and all of his focus episodes (the Kendo girl eps, the LOVE-LOVE-LOVE combo eps) have been my favorites so far. He’s so much fun.

Overall, I’m so glad that I decided to rewatch the show. I was kind of hesitant because it’s hard for me to watch TV shows these days ( and I’m still rewatching Zexal), but it’s been so wonderful to re-experience OOO again, especially after what a gut punch the 10th anniversary movie was. I can’t wait to watch the rest!

[thejabberwokk]

Zevwarden week, day 6 Death

I had no plans to actually write the adventures of the Two Inquisitors, but after the arguments and reconciliation prompt.. this wouldn't leave my head. I have a LOT more already written... lol

6. Death

Leliana gnawed on her thumb nail as she looked down at the missive. The seal of the Warden-Inquisitor was yet unbroken, but she had the sinking suspicion she should read it, despite the promises she had made to her dear friend.

‘Please, read anything I send, just, please not the ones to Zev. I want at least one person I can talk to without the Inquisition knowing.’

Her jaw had been set in a stern line, but her eyes were pleading. Of all people, they both knew how a Seneschal worked, how organizations such as the Inquisition needed to know all that was sent and received for their security. She had asked for only that, and had allowed both the templars and the mages to test her blood once the red lyrium was found. Had allowed their own mages and artificer to experiment and aid in the knowledge of the Anchor, the Fade and The Blight. She had let them take of her in return for her aid in helping them save the world, again…

“And I am going to have to betray her trust.” Leliana hastily broke the seal, reading the contents as quickly as she could. Letting the parchment drop on the table, she hung her head in her hands and let out a soft sob.

Zev, my Sunshine, 

I beg you, please come to me. The Anchor is accelerating the Blight, and my trip through the fade is not helping matters. I’ve been hiding it as best I can, but I fear I am not going to be of use in the coming battles... [Tear stains blur a few words] you must help them get into the temple. My Dreamer thinks there is something there that can help, but I am not quite [more tear smudged script].

I want to see you before I am a sore sight, the Ambassador thinks I am just stressed, but I fear she might notice the shadows. 

I know our dear Nightingale has probably read this one, but I’m growing too tired to write much more. I worry this might be the last letter I’ll ever send you.

Just please, Zevran, I need you.

Forever your moon, Isabeaux

Leliana made a decision then, and though her friend may never speak to her again if she ever were to find out. She wrote her own letter, to replace her Warden’s.

~*~

Zevran awoke in a cold sweat. A dream filled with red lyrium and angry spirits haunted him still, and the heat from the desert did little to warm the cold that seeped into his soul.  It had been the third time this month the dream had occurred. The third time he failed to save his Warden from the grips of whatever dream bound creatures he was seeing. The nightmares had grown steadily worse, wolf howls echoing through them, giant spiders and blue wraiths thwarting his path.

He missed her, and his mind was apparently rebelling against his better judgment. Or rather, his very foolish judgment. 

He rolled out of his cot with a grown,  reaching for his pack as he did so. Rummaging for a bit, he pulled out a stack of letters he hadn’t been able to bring himself to open. The tear stains on their edges plunging his heart into despair each time he caught sight of them.

 Grabbing a knife from his boot, he sliced the seal on the most recent one bearing her seal. He noticed the script was far too neat to be hers, and with a furrowed brow began to read;

My friend,

Pardon my language, but this needs to be said;

You are being a complete piece of cowardly nug-shit. 

The last few missives were spelled to let one of my mage agents know they had been read, so we KNOW you have read about the state of your beloved wife, our Rogue Inquisitor, Isabeaux. I know our companions have been rather optimistic about the situation, if not altogether vague, but they all think they are the only ones you are listening to, as it were. 

We are doing everything we can for her here, but she needs you. She needs the one that holds her heart. As much as we each pride ourselves on being considered her friend, it is not enough for the sickness of her soul that is settling in.

You are being selfish and acting as though she has already passed.

Get your feather brain to Skyhold post haste. 

Always a friend,

Leliana

P.S. 

If you're reading this, then her Dreamer finally got through to you >:P

He crumbled the parchment into a tight ball and threw it unto the smoldering embers of his camp stove. 

Rubbing and hand across his face, then through his hair he groan. They were right, Leilani was right. He was being a coward. 

They had discussed the inevitable, at length, over the years, but he had never thought he would not be beside her from the onset. Having their paths diverge before there was even a hint…

He fisted the hair at the base of his neck and tugged in exasperation. 

He thought he would be dying with her, in some final battle. Not in a dessert filled with the weird creatures that shared her myths name. 

Heaving a heavy breath, he pulled out parchment and the fancy pen she had gifted him long ago and wrote;

Oh most glorious Nightingale,

I am indeed a coward. I'm leaving now. 

Tell the Dreamer to track if need be, but no more nightmares, please. I don't want to watch her fall to an archdemon not tied to the blight... I can sense his low opinion of me. 

Ask someone who is comfortable to hold her close in the sunset. She likes that.

-Your cowardly and wayward Crow

P.s. I thought you liked the smell of your weird broods excrement, 'Smells of berries~  ٩(˘◊˘)۶

[the-parentheticals]

i messed up, i found out

Summary: She wants to keep him safe. He doesn’t want her to do it that way.

Word count: 760

Warnings: dubiously consensual human experimentation? human experimentation makes it sound a lot worse than it actually is but it’s still kinda bad

Note: For @badthingshappenbingo​, Minor Character Death. See, to make it minor I had to make it mostly rambling about other stuff. Which includes murder but not any actual murder. Also tagging @madame-butterfly-knife​ because I recently learned she has a Tumblr.

Finally, an opportunity to just write my own OCs…

Title from “Umbilical”, MILGRAM.

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He’d slipped into his room before anyone could notice he was missing after the trial. He didn’t need any more questions.

“Karuta-san?”

Maybe it’s too late for that. He doesn’t answer.

The paper Niko left behind after her execution was typed in the neat font that their captors had used. Like she needs more proof. She’s already screaming. There’s no better way.

HIDE KARUTA: BRAIN SURGERY

He doesn’t want to talk about it. He doesn’t want to think about it, even, and that one’s ridiculously easy. It’s been easy to not think, for so long.

“Karuta-san, hello?”

She’s got about a 73.2% chance of giving up if he says something. Something good.

“I’m gonna be okay!”

“Vaughan-san’s coming, and I want to explain this without him listening in, can you please just…” There’s a doorknob rattle.

Hide’s never really tested how hard these dorms are to get into. He thinks that vaguely one of the terrorists might have broken in, in their last game. Or maybe out. That’d make for a good kidnapping…

“This isn’t about Koyuki-san’s thing!” Another doorknob rattle. “Karuta-san, open the door, please!”

He opens it, and Yukiko Kuromoto tumbles in with a look of utter relief on her face.

There are bruises on her wrists, larger than the finger-shaped ones he doesn’t remember getting and never worries about.

“Yukiko…?”

She pulls her sleeves over her wrists. How did she even know he was thinking about it?

“I got my meds back from Hayashi-san’s room a long time ago, I really did. But don’t worry about me, Karuta-san.”

Her expression is strange. It pulls and pushes in a different way than before the motive.

“You should call me Hide.”

Right now, it seems like the most important thing.

“Hide.” It’s a whisper, like it’s the name of something so much more important. “You’re better than me, I know that now. So, I think, I’ll be willing to do anything for you. If there’s someone you need to get rid of…just say the word, and I’ll do it.”

He blinks up at her, making sure to take in everything in the moment. He’ll forget it. He always does.

“Do I need to spell it out?” She says it in barely a whisper. “I’ll do anything you ask of me. Mikisaki-san was wrong. You’re the best person here.”

“…why?” He’s not smart, he knows it, so why is she saying it?

“You’re brilliant. You’re the darling of Syotoyo, and nothing of what she said changes that. You’re still you. It’s just…I’d really want to know what happened. But…that’s a stupid question.”

“Don’t worry about it. After all, I’m happy now, and that’s all that matters.” He’s not quite sure who he’s saying it for. It doesn’t really matter, anyway. It’s right.

“But…you could be happier.”

“Not this way. This isn’t—"

“Do you know how valuable something like this is? I don’t think you do. You’ve got no chance of being executed, after all.”

“But I don’t want anyone dead.” He stares at her, trying to create something that would push her away, that would stop this. He likes her. He just doesn’t want her to talk about any of this.

“You probably will. Eventually. Then you won’t have to be. But, please…let me be worth something. For you, if nothing else.” She looks down, and Hide can’t help but think there’s something she’s not telling him.

“…hey, Yukiko? Whose list did you get?” He doesn’t really expect an answer.

One end of her mouth flies up, and she points a finger at herself.

“Why, the crimes of Yukiko Kuromoto herself, of course.”

She starts laughing. Not happy, but dull, like she’s lost everything she’s known. Maybe she has.

“What did you do?” It’s not scared. He can’t really be scared. He can’t really be anything.

“I did it for the wrong people, and they betrayed me. So dirty…” She laughs again, and this time there are tears in her eyes. “But you’re not, right, Hide? You’re gonna listen to this? You’re gonna do what’s best for you?”

“Can I just think about this? Please? You should know I’m not—”

“If you have to. Just don’t let anybody talk you out of this.”

She reaches into her pocket and takes out a black ribbon, then wraps it once, twice around his wrist, ending with a knot.

“Don’t forget, okay?”

He pulls his sleeve over it and wills her to go. She said Isiah was coming, didn’t she? Maybe he’ll know better.

Anyone else would know better. Even her.

[yukidragon]

Sunny Day Jack - Sunshine In Hell Chapter 3

The third chapter of Sunshine in Hell, my Something’s Wrong With Sunny Day Jack fic has just been released! I’ve decided just to make teaser posts with links to the full chapters as they go up from here on out. I hope you enjoy the newest chapter and please leave me comments if you like it. Thanks~! 💖

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There hadn’t been a lot of time for Alice to dwell on Jack and whatever was going on between them. When she spotted the time, a different sort of panic seized her, sending her to her feet in an instant. “Shit!” she shouted. “I’m late for work!”

Jack jerked back to avoid Alice as she rushed past him and disappeared into the other room before he heard a door slam shut. He felt a pang of regret at her retreat, and trailed after her as he clasped his hands together to retain just a little of her warmth that was already fading from his grasp. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much else he could do but wait, hesitant and uncertain.

When Alice emerged from her bedroom a few minutes later, she was dressed in a new, much more colorful outfit. Above smart brown slacks and shoes she wore a blue and white pinstripe button up shirt with puffy sleeves, topped off with a red bowtie dotted by yellow polka dots. She checked herself in a mirror hanging in the hallway as she hastily shoved a red visor on her head and finger-combed her wild mane of curls into something close to a neat style despite now being slightly hindered by a pair of yellow gloves that were similar to the ones Jack wore.

The change in look was unexpected, but Jack found it pleasantly nostalgic. Alice would fit right in at CloudyTown with an outfit like that. He considered saying as such or asking if she needed help when his sunshine turned around only to jump in fright at the sight of him.

“Shit, dude!” Alice yelped.

“What?” Jack asked as he jerked back in surprise.

“Where did you come from?” Alice asked as she placed a hand over her racing heart.

Jack blinked, confused. “What do you mean? I was standing here the whole time.”

“I didn’t see you in the mirr… or…,” Alice trailed off as she turned back to the mirror, only to find no sign of Jack in it, though she could see herself and the rest of her apartment as she expected. She turned back to her new friend to see him staring back at her, perplexed. She noticed the posters behind Jack, and when she looked back in the mirror she saw the same posters reflected backwards in it, but without the giant clown standing in front of them.

Jack felt his insides twist as he came to the same realization that Alice did - he didn’t have a reflection in the mirror.

“O… o-okay,” Alice said shakily as she turned away from the mirror before doing her best to brush the new revelation aside and soothe her nerves. “Let’s… let’s deal with that later.” There would be time to figure out the implications when she wasn’t at risk of getting written up for being late. “You can, um, stay here… I guess? I’ll be back in around ten hours, after my shift ends.”

The idea of being separated from Alice for so long was enough to make Jack forget all about his lack of a reflection. “No, wait I…” He paused to collect himself and take better care with what he wanted to say. “Do you mind if I come along? We’re friends now, right? So, I’d like to know where my new best friend works. If that’s okay with you.” He gave her his best smile. “You look great in that outfit, by the way.”

Alice felt heat flood her cheeks at the praise, thinking that only a clown like Jack would find such a garish circus-themed uniform flattering. Still, the compliment felt far better than it had any right to. It distracted her enough that it delayed her in answering his question. “S-sure.”

It was probably for the best, Alice reflected. Leaving her imaginary friend at home to not distract her at work was one thing, but leaving a supernatural entity she barely understood alone in her apartment unsupervised was probably not the wisest choice. Though she was mostly convinced that Jack was the former - despite the unfortunate implications that said about her mental state - she couldn’t dismiss the slim possibility that he could be the latter.

[hellscape-halogens]

dream i had

I had a dream I was in an Italian restaurant in the middle of the desert and it was empty. No employees, no customers, nobody except me so I just sat down at a table bc everything else was otherwise kept very neat and taken care of.

I found some magazines on the table next to me and decided to flip through them. GQ, Vanity Fair, Vogue, Rolling Stone, Billboard (there were more, but those were some of the ones I remember). They all had Lil Peep on the covers in various outfits, makeup looks, poses, etc. Most of them were dated for 2018 through this year. I found another one that was much bigger and made of harder paper/card stock and had a blank cover, except it said "WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN..." on the front in big, bold black letters.

I decided to start flipping through that one too and the first page was a picture of Lil Peep. Someone came and sat in front of me at my table and I looked up and I don't think I have to say who it was as many times as I've mentioned him by name already.

"What're you reading?" he asked.

"A magazine." I answered.

"Can I read it with you?" "Sure."

He sidled into the booth with me beside me and looked. The energy about him changed. We looked through the magazine together.

November 2017: Lil Peep leaves Arizona and voluntarily checks into a rehabilitation center after barely escaping a deadly overdose; his best friend and mother accompany him to offer their support.

January 2018: Lil Peep and Lil Tracy formally announce their departure from Gothboiclique, subsequently going on hiatus from both of their musical careers.

March 2018: Gothboiclique officially dissolves on account of allegations against management of forced intoxication by ex-members and their families. Lil Peep and Lil Tracy declined to comment.

August 2018: Lil Peep and Lil Tracy make a visit back to New Mexico, officially resuming their careers with a surprise concert.

September 2018: Lil Peep releases a new album, returning back to his original sound with Lil Tracy now officially his co-producer.

-

Me and Gus were quiet. I continued skimming through the timeline, flipping another page.

-

January 2020: Lil Peep was nominated for and received a Grammy, following a remaster and re-release of his Hellboy album in June of the previous year.

-

April 2020: Lil Peep is spotted in Las Vegas wearing a new wedding band. Marriage rumors remain unconfirmed today, as he refuses to comment. Speculation begins circulating that it was merely an "April Fools Day" prank.

-

I looked at him and he was laughing. Of course 4/20. We read on further.

-

August 2022: Lil Peep and Lil Tracy release another album together.

-

November 2022: Lil Peep celebrates his 26th birthday in Belgium with close friends and family. Lil Tracy is most notably in attendance.

December 2022: Lil Peep and Lil Tracy announce another year-long hiatus. Rumors begin flying that Peep has checked himself into rehab for the second time since 2017, citing his openness regarding his previous substance abuse issues. He remains semi-active on social media, which immediately squashes the rumors.

-

November 2023: Lil Peep and Lil Tracy burst back into the scene with a brand new album, containing 21 original tracks. Both stars cite their 5 years of sobriety as being their inspiration.

-

We ended up talking for a while, and both of us noticed that the other magazines were disappearing, and then the one in my hands just became blank.

He looks at me and asks if that's what his life really would have been. I just shrug and tell him that I didn't know and this was probably just a dream.

We ended up smoking a couple of cigarettes in silence together, and I watched him fade into nothing with the rest of the restaurant. Shortly before I woke up, he gave me a "goodbye" nod.

I woke up feeling very hollow and weird.

[eristic-kaleidoscope]

Consolation Prize - Ch1 Start 3/4

An puffed out her chest in pride, brushing off dust from her ragged shirt, just to leave enough time for the comment to sink in. A murmur spread among the group. This must have been a joke, right? Just like the exploding brain chips? This was the same voice who’d mentioned it earlier, of course. Yet, An continued, more than enthusiastic about sharing the details of her work.

“Thaaaat’s right! Murder! You’ve all been welcomed here with the purpose of KILLIN’ FOR THE SAKE OF SCIENCE! Oh, non non, but we won’t force you to murder. We’re just gonna encourage you to a little bit. But… isn’t the idea enticing? Haven’t you ever wanted to know what it’s like to have blood on your hands? … Oh! Guess that doesn’t apply to those of you who’ve killed before, anyway, probably. Not namin’ any naaaames, but…!”

M-murderers already among you already? You glanced around at your fellow subjects, trying to take a guess at who it could possibly be. You aren’t given much time to read expressions before Calluna spoke up once more in far more eloquent terms. This time though, however you might have wished her too, she doesn’t disagree with what An has said in the slightest.

“Rather than anything like a ‘battle royal’ however, we’ve devised a set of rules for you all to follow in this endeavor, so please be sure to read them thoroughly. A murder is to be followed by a murder investigation and then a trial to deduce which of you the killer is by a jury of your peers, with the resulting vote will conclude with the execution of either the correctly identified killer, or a random innocent party if the killer is to get away with their crime undetected. 

And of course, we don’t expect you all to put your lives on the line without proper motivation to do so, so after a three day to allow you to test the VR system and recuperate as needed, a ‘motive’ will be provided to you all to encourage one of you to murder another, which will last as long as it takes for one of you to do so. Perhaps if you do well enough in your primary VR experimentation, less of you will end up dying in the end, hm~?”

An snickered in response to the more formal rules she’d seemed to leave out. If a ‘trial’ was involved, perhaps that would act as a deterrent rather than it would if there was no consequence at all? She finished off her plate of food during the explanation, then pulled herself up to sit on top of one of the empty tables, cross-legged as her legs dangled off.

“Well then… Moving right on, we’ve got some goodies as a reward for your patience during all of this. The explanation and the 12 hours. Can’t give the stick without the carrot, can we? The elevator doors are now usable, but you can only go to the E floor right now, got it? There’s some of me and Callie’s favorite stuff there, and I heard some of you asking for places like them so maybe you’ll be happy. Bigger space! More room to wiggle.”

To emphasize this, An wiggled in place, clutching their tablet with both hands. Following this, however, they pressed a button on the screen. Your tablet vibrated, and… pulling it out, you noticed a loading screen for an update pop up, automatically downloading… something.

“Next up, we got some new apps for you! Two are related to the wonderful PS8 stuff, and the others are chat thingies. Right. And the rules are updated too. Anyway, the PS8 apps are like… hm. There’s these neat texts you can find in the world, and whenever you find one you can read it in the game. But ALSO when one is found, it gets unlocked and sent to everyone’s tablets so they can read it wherever, too. The other PS8 thing is an app that shows you your personal skills you can use in your sessions, they’re pretty cool. I helped make them.”

The download completed, and four new apps pulled up on the screen you could tap as you needed. The icons for them were either simplistic or just text for what it was (in the case of “skills” in particular).

“The other three new apps are pretty basic bitches. One of them’s a big group chat like corporate departments or discord servers or whatever have, one can translate written word with a photo, and the last is a function that lets you send me or Callie texts or facetimes, whatever’s easier for you to do. Text or call both of us at once if you’re feeling saucy. That’s not an invitation to flirt though, kay? You know who you are.”

Not that it would stop some people from trying anyhow, more than likely.

[helianthus04]

(mag 39-infestation, and mag 86-tucked in) 

i just noticed the parallel between these two scenes,, (they match up better than i remembered honestly),,, Jon was really doomed from the start of it all, huh?

[purple-babygirl]

request if open; daddy!bucky had a bad day and little!reader is just trying to comfort him but he accidently lashes out and yells at her/pushes her and immediately feels guilty but she regresses even more into her little space and is scared of him, you can kinda play around w this and figure out how it ends! xx

Pairing: Mafia!Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word Count: 3,423 (you know you love me)

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, yelling, harsh treatment, crying, angst turned fluff?

A/N: thank you so much for sending this in, nonnie. i took your request and ran with it to angst land. Hope you enjoy xx💜

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“Dada,”

She could see Bucky’s frown, the lines on his forehead wrinkling his handsome face up. She knew it meant he was upset and she never wanted Daddy to be upset. She knew he never left her upset.

Bucky’s been looking like that since he walked through the mansion door that morning, barely acknowledging her when she greeted him. He almost forgot to give her her welcome-home kiss even.

“Not now, angel,” Bucky murmured, proceeding to flip through the papers covering his desk, huffing and puffing every now and then at the mess he was stuck trying to fix.

“Wanna show you somethin’,” she whispered, biting back a smile.

“Later, angel. I’m busy right now.”

He regretted telling her to come in. He should’ve known she’d be nothing but a distraction.

“Dada, jus’ take one look,” she bounced on her feet before slipping a neat sheet of paper on top of Bucky’s desk, momentarily blocking his view of the contracts he was angrily staring at. Now that made Bucky mad.

“I said I was busy!” Bucky shouted as his head snapped to her, his hand slamming down on the paper without even seeing it, blindly crumpling it and throwing it on the floor at her feet. She flinched at the sudden outburst, taking a step back.

“Dada,” tears filled her eyes as she looked at her discarded paper. Bucky just broke her heart.

“Why don’t you ever listen!” Bucky grabbed her arm tighter than usual, pulling her back to him, “How many times do I need to repeat the words for you to understand! I said not now, didn’t I?!” He let go of her arm with more force than he’d intended, making her stumble a little.

She was terrified now. Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked at Bucky with wide eyes. He has never lashed out on her like that, not even when she was big. She was scared. As her breath picked up, she wished she’d never left her playroom.

“Get out and don’t step into this office again until I tell you you can, you hear me?” Bucky growled, oblivious to the signs of regression and horror showing on her face.

Her quick nods set off no alarms in his head as he watched her run out of his office.

Bucky felt bad about taking his anger out on her the second she fled the room. He flopped back down with a huff, flipping through the contracts again and again with no focus. He threw them down carelessly, running his fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots in frustration.

Cracking his hurting neck, Bucky regretted raising his voice at her. He couldn’t see the words on the contracts; her teary eyes flashing through his mind every time he tried reading.

Why did he have to yell? He could’ve just looked at her paper. She was likely trying to show him a drawing. Why couldn’t he just go with it? He’s sworn he’d never let anybody hurt his angel and then he goes and does this?

Bucky was ashamed. What kind of Daddy was he if he treated his little like that? It was no excuse that he was still getting used to being a Daddy. Bucky knew that wasn’t how a man should treat his girl.

He bowed forward, picking up the balled paper by his desk. He carefully straightened it, deciding to fix his angel’s damaged drawing and make it up to her.

Only it wasn’t a drawing; the paper was a handwritten Daddy-Angel contract. It even had colourful flowers, bees and butterflies decorating the paper and everything.

She was probably trying to play office with him; probably just wanted Bucky to pretend he was signing her paper too.

A sad smile spread across Bucky’s lips as he read the paper. The contract stated that

- Dada will smile

- Dada will not be angry no more

- Dada will let me sit on his lap (will be quiet pp)

- Dada will play with me after work

Dada: ……………..

The paper ended with a free space for Bucky to sign in case of agreement to the ‘terms’.

There were a lot of moments where Bucky wished he could turn back time, but not being able to do so in this very moment seemed to torture him the most. He was an asshole.

She just wanted him to calm down. She respected that he was working and she wasn’t trying to interrupt, she merely wanted him to smile. She even pinky promised to sit quietly in his lap.

Bucky has messed up and it was for nothing because the damage to his work has already been done. He shouted at her like she was responsible when she was just trying to help him feel better.

Bucky got his pen out of his pocket, signing the empty place by his name, remorsefully sighing at his utter stupidity.

~

“Angel,” Bucky called, knocking on the door before opening it.

She wasn’t in her playroom, but Bucky could see her round table full of similar papers to the one he had folded in his pocket.

She’s made at least 6 of these ‘contracts’, some of them were written in different colours or had spelling mistakes.

She’d obviously worked hard until she settled on the paper to give him and he ended up throwing it on the floor.

Bucky’s hand rubbed his face, frustrated at himself and his lack of control. An asshole was what he was. An asshole.

“Angel, where are you, baby?” Bucky sighed, opening the bedroom door to see her sitting, hugging her knees on the large bed.

She looked too tiny bundled up like that and her muffled sniffles punched at Bucky’s heart.

“Angel.”

She only lifted her head up when she felt the bed dip under Bucky’s weight and panic flashed over her delicate features.

“Baby, don’t cry,” Bucky said, his hand instinctively moving to wipe her tears only to have her flinch back, squeezing her eyes shut as if she was awaiting a blow.

Bucky’s heart stopped beating for a second when he realized what had just happened.

She was scared of him. His angel had flinched away from his touch. A huge lump formed in Bucky’s throat as she opened her eyes again, “angel?”

“Please don’ hurt me. Won’ come to the office. Won’ leave the room.” She shook her head and sobbed, scurrying back on the bed and away from Bucky.

This pained Bucky more than any punishment he thought he deserved. The look on her face was enough for him to want the walls to open up and swallow him.

“Angel, I would never hurt you. You know that.” Bucky whispered, sniffing back the tears about to spill down his bearded cheeks.

He needed to hear her say she did. He needed to know she knew Bucky could never hurt her.

She looked from Bucky to her left arm where his metal hand had grabbed her earlier. His fingers had left a mark around her arm. The skin was still pulsing as if his hold on her never loosened.

It was too late and it didn’t matter what he said because he’d already hurt her and the evidence was on her body.

Bucky’s mouth opened and closed as he swallowed again. He didn’t know what to say. He was supposed to be the one protecting her, not the one hurting her. How could he do such a thing to his angel?

“Oh, baby,” he breathed, shaking his head regretfully before trying to get closer to her.

Her instant reaction was to crawl back further and Bucky’s heart sank to his stomach. He felt his soul leaving his body when he looked her in the eyes and saw fear.

A tear betrayed him, falling down, gliding by his lips. Bucky wiped it away quickly, sniffing and clearing his throat.

“I signed your contract, angel.” Bucky got the paper out of his pocket, opening it and putting it on the bed for her to see.

Her eyes looked down and more tears left them at the sight of her once fine work now ruined.

“I’m so sorry, angel. Daddy was bad, baby. I’m sorry,” Bucky pleaded, his fingers reaching out for hers.

She pulled her hand away quickly, hiding it behind her back and Bucky knew he had really messed up. It was no use trying.

She was scared of him. His touch frightened her and was no longer a symbol of comfort to her.

He took his hand away, straightening his back and getting off the bed.

“I-I’ll see you at lunch then.” Bucky sniffed again.

“And angel?” he called from the door, getting her attention.

“Thank you for caring for daddy. I love you.” Bucky has never heard his voice as weak as he did in that moment and he felt even worse when she didn’t say it back.

~

When the table was set and Bucky came out of his office to find her chair empty, another lump was quick to form in his throat.

He wasn’t even hungry. He had no appetite to eat; he just wanted to see her but didn’t have the guts to peek into their bedroom again.

“Angel?” Bucky was ready to knock on the bedroom door but it was already open.

He carefully pushed it and took a look inside to find the bed empty. He tried not to freak out as he knocked the en suite bathroom door and got no answer. When he opened it, she wasn’t there either.

Bucky could hear his own blood pumping in his ears because she was no where to be found in her playroom as well.

She left. She left him and she had every right to. How could he lose her? How could he lose the one good thing in his life?

Tears distorted Bucky’s vision as his hand clutched the side of the door. His heart clenched at the thought of never seeing her again, never hearing her sweet voice call for him again; never getting to smell her on his pillow again.

The sound of her feet padding on the floor behind him pulled Bucky out of his head and he thought he’d imagined it for a second. He turned around and she froze when his eyes fell on her.

She shifted on her feet, hiding one behind the other and internally hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice she was roaming around with bare feet when he’d specifically asked her not to before.

That was the last of Bucky’s concerns at the moment though. He was just relieved she didn’t leave him even if he deserved it.

“Where were you, angel?” the tenderness of Bucky’s tone let her know he wasn’t mad at her for walking around shoeless.

“Couldn’ fin’ PinePine,” she replied softly, referring to the white feline, “’s lunch time.” Her eyes remained fixed on her feet as she avoided Bucky’s.

He was secretly thankful for that, not wanting her to see him in tears twice in the same day.

She was so pure; so caring and loving to everyone around. Bucky found himself slightly jealous of his own cat for a second there.

“Where did you find, PinePine?” He asked calmly, just wanting to hear her speak to him.

“Downstairs,” she answered shortly, leaving Bucky disappointed.

“Let’s go then. The table’s set.” Bucky smiled, hesitantly offering her his hand.

She stood unmoving for a few seconds, eyes still casted down, before she decided to hold onto Bucky’s pointer.

He sighed, knowing she was still scared but didn’t want to reject him. She was so sweet on him even when he least deserved it.

~

When lunch was over, Bucky let her know she could come to the office whenever she wanted, although he doubted she would. She gave a small nod before running back to the other room as Bucky shouted an “I’ll get back to work then.” behind her.

He didn’t actually get back to work. He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t think of anything but the way she pulled away from his touch every single time he tried to come near her, or the way she forced herself to hold one of his fingers as they walked less than 10 steps together to the dining room. She'd even begged him not to hurt her earlier.

How did he let himself fuck up so bad? When did they get there? What was he going to do now? How does one get forgiven after being this awful?

A lamp lit above the mafia boss’ head and he grabbed a clean sheet of paper before he could lose the idea.

Bucky was going to write his angel a contract. A pardon contract.

His Daddy-Angel 2.0 contract stated that:

- Angel will forgive Daddy

- Angel will not be sad with Daddy no more

- Angel will sit on Daddy’s lap (even if she doesn’t wanna be quiet)

- Angel will play with Daddy after work if she still wants to

Angel: …………….

Bucky sighed as he tried to draw anything other than sloppy hearts in the empty places around the words to decorate the paper but he was terrible at this. He was desperately in need of his angel’s forgiveness though so he scratched his beard and kept working.

Bucky needed to know she wasn’t actually scared of him; not her. Anyone but her. He wouldn’t be able to take it. He wouldn’t be able to ever tolerate himself if she didn’t forgive him.

Bucky’s tongue was hanging outside the side of his mouth as he drew another birdie on the bottom of the contract. It didn’t really look like a bird, unless of course that bird was struck by lightning a hundred times before, but Bucky thought it would do. After all, he was no artist. He didn’t draw. He didn’t deal with colours; he dealt with weapons. His hands were rough for a reason. But he would do anything for his angel. Anything to win her over again.

A knock on his door cut off his focus and Bucky groaned.

“Come in.”

He felt sorry for whoever had the bad luck of interrupting him during his contract-making, ready to yell at someone.

Bucky looked up from his desk when he didn’t hear anyone speaking, and his face has never softened so fast.

It was his girl who’d come into the office. She had her folded contract in her hand and her eyes were looking kind of puffy from crying.

Bucky just stared at her in remorse, pushing his chair back a bit as he watched her walk closer to his seat.

He wanted to tell her he was sorry. He was so sorry. He’s never been sorrier in his life. He wanted nothing more than to take every word and every harsh touch back.

She stood there for a second, waiting to see if Bucky was going to kick her out this time too. When he didn’t, she rounded the desk and stopped by Bucky’s chair.

Bucky remained speechless, not wanting to scare her away again. She came to him. She came on her own. Unless she came to throw the contract in his face and break up with him, that should be a good sign.

Her tongue peeked outside, wetting her lips nervously before she stretched an arm out, ever so carefully nearing it to Bucky’s thigh. Her gaze was glued to Bucky’s face, gauging his reaction. When Bucky’s frown didn’t show up she let her palm touch Bucky’s leg.

Bucky didn’t understand what she was doing but he wouldn’t dream of questioning her. He was just glad she was okay with touching him again at all after what he’d done, even if she was doing it so cautiously it broke his heart to a thousand pieces.

With her stare trained on Bucky, she stepped forward, slotting herself in the small space between Bucky’s chair and his desk, facing him. Her hands moved to grab on Bucky’s strong shoulders, still watching his face. She swallowed before effortlessly climbing on, cozily curling herself on his lap.

Bucky’s heart swelled as he felt her nose nuzzle his shirt. His own emotions overwhelmed him and tears gathered in his eyes.

“Angel?” his voice was barely a whisper as he looked down to her, careful not to startle her.

She looked up at him worriedly, thinking he didn’t want her where she was.

Her eyes showed fear for a short second before she unfolded the scrunched paper in her hand, a finger pointing to the third term.

“Dada signed,” she said, her eyes so innocent and Bucky couldn’t contain himself anymore.

“Oh, angel,” Bucky’s tears uncontrollably rolled down, wetting his beard.

He held her so close, she could hear his heartbeats drumming in his chest.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Bucky cried, wetly kissing her forehead over and over.

“I’m sorry, my angel. Forgive me,” he repeated, leaning down to kiss her bruised shoulder before lifting both hands to his lips and kissing them, “I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.”

“Dada,” her smaller hands cupped Bucky’s cheeks as sadness covered her features.

She’s never seen Bucky like that. Not even at his father’s funeral did he sob like that.

She didn’t know it but to Bucky, the thought of losing her hurt more than the actual loss of a family member who never gave two shits about him.

She was Bucky’s everything. His love, his partner, his companion, his baby angel. She was the one who stole his heart and took good care of it. Bucky would give up anything and everything in life and choose her to forever keep, protect and love.

Her short thumbs wiped under Bucky’s eyes, pushing his tears away. She turned to straddle him and wrapped her arms around his neck, laying her cheek on his shoulder.

The smell of her hair calmed Bucky’s heart down as he turned his face to kiss her head, hands settling on her back, “I will never hurt you, angel. Please tell me you know that, my love.”

Bucky’s hoarse voice had her pulling away from the hug. She sat back and looked her man in the eyes, her thumb brushing his chin, “I know,” she whispered and Bucky could see it in her eyes. She did. She believed him. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

She stroked Bucky’s cheeks as he sniffled, smiling gratefully at her reply. And his whole world lit up again when she smiled back, timidly pecking the corner of his pink lips.

Oh she was a real angel. No one’s ever been this kind to Bucky before, only her. Bucky kissed her hand one more time, quietly thanking her for forgiving him.

“I made you a contract too,” Bucky told her with a chuckle, pointing to the desk behind her as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.

Her mouth opened in a silent gasp, her smile reaching her wide eyes. She turned around in Bucky’s lap, planting her knees on the chair between Bucky’s open legs and stood on them to take a look.

She took her time reading the words and then she was off Bucky’s lap and bolting out of the room.

The man was about to lose it again, thinking she’d remembered his cruelty towards her and changed her mind when she came running back inside the office.

She climbed back on the chair between Bucky’s thighs, her glitter pen in hand.

Bucky sighed in relief, his lips spreading with an adoring smile as he watched her write her name letter by letter in glittery ink where her signature was needed. Bucky held her waist, kissing her back as he admired how focused she was.

She closed the cap on the pen, placing it on the desk before picking up the contract to show Bucky.

“Angel signed,” she beamed, plopping herself against Bucky’s chest and clinging to him, earning a hearty chuckle from him.

“I love you so much, angel. More than anything in the world.” Bucky gently held her face by the chin, giving her lips a short kiss.

“I love you too, dada.” She smiled, blushing as she hid her face in his chest again.

Bucky wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him and closing his eyes, just enjoying the feel of her body against his once more, silently promising his angel to never hurt her ever again.

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[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

➶ WHAT MAKES THE MHA BOYS BREAK (PT. 1)

pairings: mezo shoji, tokoyami fumikage, hanta sero, izuku midoriya, shoto todoroki, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hitoshi shinsou

warnings: reverse comfort, may or may not have cried a lil’ while writing this. this one hurt a lot but it’s so sweet and fluffy, enjoy luvs!! also lol you could see my favoritism for kirishima

part two with bakugo, iida, ojiro, tamaki, mirio, hawks, dabi, shigaraki, and aizawa is here!

WHEN YOU CALL THEM BEAUTIFUL: MEZO SHOJI, TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE, HANTA SERO

MEZO SHOJI 

(HE’S SO UNDERRATED LIKE PLS Y’ALL 😩)

he starts panicking as soon as you ask him to take off his mask

at first, he declines right away before turning his face around so you couldn’t touch the fabric

“mezo, i promise. i won’t hurt you, or judge you i just- i want you to trust me, is that alright with you?” you said gently. “but if you don’t want to, don’t worry about it, ‘kay?”

could he really trust you? or would you leave when he found out he wasn’t a normal person with a normal smile, that he was a monster, that was someone who looked different, what would you do?

but if you didn’t love him for who he really was, then... what was the point, right?

shoji let out a trembled sighed in defeat as his dupli-arms took the mask off. he looked down in shame, eyes shut so he couldn’t see your reaction

but your reaction was... completely unexpected

"You're beautiful!!! Why didn't you tell me that you looked so lovely all this time baby??" 

did he just hear you correctly?

did you just-- call him beautiful?

and in that moment, in those small moments, you can see his geniune smile.

his real smile beneath the mask, as his eyes shine for the first time with sincere, and earnest love and thanks

pls keep him 🥺

TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE

the moment he hear the words "you're beautiful" come out of your mouth, he couldn't stop thinking about it for days. 

and i mean days as in multiple days, so probably weeks

and he’ll probably think about it for the rest of his life

because when he looked at himself, he thought: what about him was beautiful? 

he didn't have human-like features like everyone else, he didn't have those big muscles and a nice body, because-- well, he had a bird head!

A LITERAL BIRD HEAD, so why on earth did you: you who had human features, you who was so nice to everyone, and you who could have gone for so many other people call him beautiful?

he didn’t have that charisma and extroverted personality like some others did, and he kept to himself 

why did you think he was beautiful? how?

but you were the one who said it. you were the one who reminded him, you were the one who gave him hope

and he knew that you were always straightforward with the truth-- and this was a truth, too

and to him, that was the most beautiful thing.

HANTA SERO

this amazing bby doesn’t get enough recognition

but for a good part of his life, he’d been surrounded by people with amazing quirks, levels of strength, and amazing appearances.

he was literally friends with bakugo fricking katsuki, and he was in the same class as shoto todoroki

when he first met you, he had to convince himself for days that there was no way that he could ever catch your eye,

until he did.

when you two met after a long day of training and you told him a joke, his eyes sparkled and he laughed, genuinely

before you knew it, you blurted out the words, “you’re beautiful” before realizing what you’d said and flushing

lol sero chokes on his water

“...did you really mean that?” 

“i- yeah, sorry, i didn’t-”

“no, uh, thank you. thank you so much.”

for the next few days, he stays up at night and keeps on training because he thinks of the time you called him, who constantly felt like he wasn’t enough, beautiful

and that was more than enough to make him smile. 🥺💕

WHEN YOU KISS THEIR SCARS: IZUKU MIDORIYA, SHOTO TODOROKI

IZUKU MIDORIYA

he immediately starts tearing up when you kiss them

most people probably expect him to get flushed with something so intimate, but it’s the opposite

his scars are just something that’s so meaningful to him because it’s evidence of what he’s been through

but at the same time, he’s also insecure about them because he feels like he disappointed his mom by getting hurt so often 🥺

when you kiss his scars and tell them that they’re beautiful, he starts tearing up because-- wow

this is the moment that he’ll remember until the day he dies, because it’s when he feels free to finally open up to you

it’s when he feels free to open up to anyone, for that matter, and a huge weight just gets lifted off his chest

you took his hands and kissed his knuckles before pressing your forehead to his

izuku begins to cry, just a little bit as you gingerly kiss his scars again

“you see? you’re safe. you’re safe with me, okay?”

he nods slowly. “th-thank you.”

SHOTO TODOROKI

you two were walking back to the dorms after training out on the field together

it wasn’t too late a night, just a few minutes before curfew

your hands were buried in your pockets as you two talked about your day and what you could improve on in training

“shoto, can i ask you a question?”

he thought you were mad at him for a moment 😳

“sure.”

you swallowed, as you took a breath, “can i touch your scar?”

he whips his head around, out of shock and confusion

you wanted to touch his scar?

shoto had never planned on anything like that happening to him, and especially not from someone who meant so much to him

“...i suppose so,”

you hid your anxiousness and swallowed, cupping his face in your hands as your hand brushed across his scar

a jolt went through your fingers at that moment, and it was the first time you’d ever felt so connected to someone

shoto todoroki, the prodigy and son of endeavor was letting you touch his scar

to your surprise, shoto melted into it as he closed his eyes, placing his hand gently on top of yours 

you could feel his hands shaking though his expressions were so relaxed

you kissed the side of his scar, running a hand through his hair

“i’m so lucky to have you.”

WHEN YOU COMPLIMENT HIS QUIRK: EIJIRO KIRISHIMA, DENKI KAMINARI, HITOSHI SHINSOU 

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

eijiro cursed as he slammed his head against the wall for the hundredth time that day

he hated to admit it, but ever since the sports festival, everything had just been falling apart

for starters, he was already insecure enough on his own about his quirk

it seemed like everyone had something flashy and made them look invincible, while he was stuck with something that could only follow around his body and cracked if he used it too much

and that... that made him upset

but when the sports festival came around, not only did he see everyone with amazing quirks and using them to their full potential, tetsutetsu had nearly the same quirk as him

and to make matters worse, they had tied and had to settle it with a fist fight

“why?” he asked to himself, looking down at the floor. “why couldn’t i- why couldn’t i have been born with a flashier quirk?”

great, now he was crying.

at least no one else was around to see him this weak-

“kirishima?”

oh shit.

he turned around, his bloodshot eyes locking with yours. “h-hey,” eijiro said weakly 

“what are you- what are you doing here-?” you noticed the way his body trembled when he took a breath and blood trickling from his forehead. “hey, are you okay?” you said.

eijiro sincerely had no idea what to say. “my quirk,” he looked down at his hands. 

you cocked your head. “what about it? i think it’s pretty neat!”

kirishima looked up. “really?”

“mhm!” you nodded enthusiastically. “it can be the strongest barrier, or the most powerful weapon! i think it’s cool that your body can just become a shield out of nowhere, it’s like-- it’s like you’re a shield, ya know? sure, todoroki might have his ice, but that makes damage and takes time to clean up, like midoriya’s punches or bakugo’s explosions. but your quirk is its own little thing! and i think that’s pretty neat.”

kirishima beamed. huh, maybe so. 

DENKI KAMINARI

“good job, bakugo!” 

“haha, nice job on that one, kirishima.”

“your quirk is so cool, todoroki! i love how the ice just went striaght through the roof!”

“nice jumping, deku! your punches are amazing.”

but i...

i was the one who helped the power come back, i was the one who literally fried my brain, i was the one who did all of that, and i-

i’m so weak.

denki inhaled through his nose, exhaled through his mouth, trying to stop the trembling in his breath as he closed his eyes

he had done so much, and what did he get in return?

all he wanted was to be someone, to be someone that made people smile, to be someone that people genuinely wanted to see

did anyone even want to see him?

“i’m a failure, i’m a failure, what am i doing, why am i so weakwhat’swrongwithmewhycan’tidoanythingright-”

“good job, kaminari!”

he turned his head, finding you running up to him and waving your hands up in the air

“hey! pikachu!” you exclaimed, trying to catch your breath once you stopped. “great job up there! you left before anyone else could notice, i can’t believe you managed to do all that. your quirk is so cool!”

denki’s heart swelled with pride, his eyes saying nothing but thanks.

your quirk is so cool!

“thanks, y/n! so, how do you feel about going to the arcade after school?”

HITOSHI SHINSOU

hitoshi stared at himself in the mirror, his eyes blood-shot and head fuzzy

“i’m not a villain.” hitoshi said slowly. “i can’t be a villain. i want to be a hero.” 

he splashed the sink water onto his face. “get yourself together, are you really going to let a few words hurt you?”

but hitoshi couldn’t help but feel that way-- what could he even use his quirk for- no, no, he could use it for so much. but...

“ha! a quirk such as yours should be only used for villains, you monster! you might as well get out of here before anyone else tries to kick you out.”

hitoshi screamed in anger, splashing the water across his face and pressing hard into his eyes, before slapping himself across the face

“get yourself together..”

“hey, shinsou!! i was wondering if-”

your eyes locked with his frustrated expression. “shinsou? is... something wrong?”

normally, he’d push you away, but-- but now, he really needed someone

your breath hitched when you saw his eyes land onto yours, but for some reason, there was something so lonely and upsetting behind them, before you remembered what a few students at ua had said.

you didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but you were on a rush to get to school that morning and had to run ahead and pass through that area. 

“if it’s about what some of those idiots said this morning, just... know that i think, for the record, that your quirk is so cool.”

shinsou’s eyes furrowed in confusion. you? you thought his quirk was cool?

“i’m not lying,” you said, as if reading through his thoughts. “i really think its amazing. you can help so many people with it, you can change the entire world with a quirk as special as that, so act like it! because it’s true, your quirk is really amazing, and i’m pretty sure you’re the only one who doesn’t see it, you knucklehead.”

he doesn’t tell you this, but-

ever since that day, he’s never stopped thinking about it. 

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[sukirichi]

a thing or two (m.)

tutor geto has a thing or two to teach you.

cw. oral sex (f and m receiving), lube, unprotected sex, sweet! geto, halloween setting so priest! geto, age gap, slight body worship, fingering, overall romantic sex, kitchen counter sex, dirty talk, lots of kissing, mutual masturbation, intoxication, pwp, unedited as always eep

note. for my right boob @sixeyesgojo​ my first ever geto fic and i hope it’s to your liking...writing this with a frozen arm and numb fingers weeeee, i almost became a geto simp.

Halloween festivals have never felt livelier in the city. People dressed up in various outfits milled about the events place, your drink nearly sloshing on the ground the more they bumped into you. 

Bass and music boosted from the large speakers smack in the middle of the grounds, and everyone danced to their heart’s content, you and your friends a huge inclusion to the crowd.

You don’t really go out to parties that much. Hell, you don’t even drink.

But after numerous encouragements from your friends, you’re now dressed in she-devil skin-tight black dress, black lipstick, and red horns placed on your head. It’s hard not to feel confident and sexy – the kick of the liquor is settling down as well – when you’ve got human eyes, vampiric red eyes, ghoul sclera lenses and even a fucking Cyclops eye turning your way.

You’re excitedly grinding against your friends, the whoops and cheers mixing in with slurred mumbles of the lyrics.

The night is young and so are you. 

This may have been your third or fourth drink, you don’t really know, but probably some way along the second since you’re not really hammered. You’re somewhat sober enough to feel large hands gripping your hips, a protest of not tonight, Dracula about to leave your lips when you come face to face with a face you never thought you would see here.

Clad in a long black cloak, a silver cross hung around his neck, his dark hair in a neat bun and black earrings a perfect completion to the hauntingly stunning look he pulled off, your throat ran dry.

“Sir Geto?”

“Hey, it’s you,” your tutor spoke up with unmasked interest, his curious eyes trailing down your revealing outfit…the way your dress hugged all your curves and how your breasts are practically popping from your top. Geto smirked, “And please, we’re not studying at home, just call me Geto. Surprised to see you here.”

“Well, it’s Halloween, would be a shame if I didn’t go out,” laughing nervously, you found yourself acting out of habit as you twirled a strand of hair to your finger. “I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you’d have work.”

“Nah, the boys and I are free for tonight,” he answered with a grin, nodding to where his friends – a really tall white haired man and a bored blond who looks like he’s ready to leave anytime – dancing and drinking at the corner. Geto must’ve felt your unnecessary prolonged stare at his attractive friends for he’s pulling you closer again, not sexually or even hidden with motives, but because it’s hard to hear each other through the music.

“Hey, do you wanna dance?” Nodding, you waved goodbye to your friends. They didn’t really notice considering they’re way too hammered and occupied dancing with others. Surely, they wouldn’t notice your little escapade.

Geto’s warm hands leads you somewhere out the bar and into the open grounds, where cups are already littered on the grass and people are drunkenly shaking their ass to everything and everyone.

It’s a ridiculous sight that has both you and Geto laughing.

“So…you liking the festival so far?”

“It’s…pretty fun,” you admit and loop your arms around him with ease. Normally, you wouldn’t be doing this. 

He may not be your actual professor or teacher, but he’s still a family friend of your friend who’s been tutoring you for the past semester and is basically the only reason you can endure math. Granted, he’s always been deadly attractive, but you’ve never really been affected by it, not up this close, anyway.

But you’re most definitely closer now, and Geto’s forehead is pressed against yours as he sways you both side to side.

“My first time drinking and I feel so light,” Geto hums at your slightly intoxicated eyes, his grin turning gummy when your curious hands trail up his robes to experimentally grope his pecs.

“First time, huh? We’ll I’ll be here to hold you up if you feel dizzy.”

“Thanks,” you beamed up at him. Geto, albeit being at least seven years older, feels so youthful that you’re not really bothered by the age gap. Again, it could be the alcohol, but he feels so warm, so nice, that you lean back to survey him this time around. “You look great, by the way, though you’re dressed up as…”

Geto rolls his eyes before you can finish.

“I know, the priest costume looks weird, but we found it pretty funny so here I am.”

“No, no, it looks great,” you wave off, your smile freezing on your face when a nostalgic song starts to blast through the speakers. In your head, in your head! “Zombies by the Cranberries. A classic.”

Geto’s hands snake around your waist before they hover over your ass, his eyes mischievous and slanted as he mumbles, “It’s a great song to dance with a perfect little devil with.”

You don’t know who leaned it first.

Not like it mattered, when Geto tasted strongly of strawberry flavored bear and cheesecake. An odd combination, even more so with his spicy cologne, but it only has you pulling you in closer to him.

He’s such a great kisser. Legs turned to jelly, knees weakening and lips locking in rhythm to the beat – it feels like it’s just the two of you in that moment. Geto smiles through the kiss, tongue prodding your lips to open before you’re gasping for air. Your attempt to regain air back to your lungs is cut off when Geto leans closer to slip his tongue inside your mouth, greedily sucking on it until you’re moaning in his arms.

Soon enough, you’re both holding on to each other to the point you might as well be fucking openly.

Geto is cupping your cheeks as he excitedly kisses you, his smiles intoxicating and the bubbling laughter he lets out much like music to your ears.

“Yo, Geto, are you sure about this? She looks like a minor, dude,” one of his friends speak up, and that’s when you see his white haired friend – who has extremely azure eyes that you can’t tell whether it’s contacts or not – crossing his arms on his chest, though his amused smirk said otherwise.

If anything, the guy is only suggestive, wiggling his brows up and down as he puts his fingers into a V shape, his tongue poked out.

You snort at his gestures, and just like how Geto did before, he turns your cheeks towards him again, his gaze feral and wanting. “I assure you,” Geto murmurs over your lips, “She’s not.” Eyes wide and all attention to him the way he wants, Geto’s smirk is cunning before he leans down to capture your lips in another heated kiss.

Stumbling back to his apartment turned out to be a lot more challenging. With the urgent need to relieve each other of this burning in your cores, you and Geto have made out everywhere, hands kneading each other’s skin until you fall awkwardly at his bed.

There’s no time to worry about it though. Not when he’s eagerly unbuttoning his robe, his dark hair messed up and a few strands shielding his eyes that glimmer when you struggle to squeeze out of your dress. He helps you get it off before he hovers over you, knocking your knee with his to make you fall open. You’re left completely vulnerable and naked under his predatory gaze, large hands smoothing over your skin – from your ankle, up to your thighs and the dips in your body, before he settles right above your breasts, nipples hard between his fingers.

“Fuck, you look stunning,” he praises, biting his lip at the same time you drunkenly giggle. “Bet you taste perfect too.”

“Only one way to find out, then.”

“Come here,” Get growls and rips off your panties, your half-hearted protests completely missed in his haze of pleasure. Upon seeing you bare for him, wet and pussy lips glistening, Geto groans deep in his chest. “Such a pretty pussy. Shoulda fucked you a long time ago when we were alone for so many hours,” curling his upper lip, he begins to settle down between your legs, peering up from you under his lashes as he teasingly blows air over your core that has you shivering. “I could’ve taught you so many more things, don’t you think?”

“Careful there, father, wouldn’t want you to sin tonight.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to do that to me tonight, sweetheart,” he laughs evilly, joined by you afterwards at the little teasings. “You’re a little devil and I’m nothing but a mortal man. Of course I’d fall to the consequences of my sinful desires.”

Sitting up with your elbows resting on the mattress, you tug him by his cross, hard. “Here’s your one way ticket to hell then,” you dared, letting your legs spread wider and pushing his head down. Geto inhales sharply when the tip of his nose nudges your clit, drawing out a shuddered moan from you. “Feast for yourself.”

“Hmm, you’re a whole ass fucking meal, baby,” he marveled, giving little teasing bites on your inner thigh that you’re sure would leave a mark. “I’m going to devour you.”

Geto isn’t kidding.

You clearly undermined him, or perhaps you knew all along what he could do and you just wanted to bring out this side for him, because riled up Geto who was excitedly sucking on your clit like a man starved had you seeing stars in the whites of his ceiling.

“Hnggrr, G-Geto, fuck!”

“Yeah, you like that?” he chuckles from your pussy, the vibrations of it sending electricity jolting down deep to your core. Geto begins to trail down, his tongue playfully poking your entrance as slick coats his muscle and cheeks, licking and kissing everywhere that you actually find it hard to keep quiet. Narrowing your eyes at him – and you wished you didn’t, because you’ve never seen a more lewd sight before – you slap your palm over your mouth, the only thing keeping your legs apart the strong grip he had on you. “Don’t be shy, babe. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves tonight. Scream as loud as you want. Let the neighbors hear how good I’m fucking you.”

“Y-you’re so lewd, fuck-” you announce, but the sounds of your squelching being sucked by his eager, unquenched self is even more lewd. “Geto, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Geto just pushes you over the edge, ignoring the way your thighs are shaking and you’re pushing him away once the overstimulation becomes too much to handle. You giggle when he sighs at not being able to eat you out anymore, but his glistening face is a lot more arousing than entertaining. Struggling to catch your breath, Geto smirks at how easily you’ve come undone, groaning as he wipes your juices with his thumb and licking his lips afterwards. He bends forward as he stares at you the whole while, slipping his digit through your mouth in a silent demand for you to taste yourself.

Never pulling away from holding his gaze, you wrap your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue and sucking just hard enough that he absentmindedly humps the air.

“You okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Shut up. You literally ate my soul out,” you stare at the trail of saliva connected to his finger, the image so fucking dirty yet arousing that you begin to clench around nothing. Meanwhile, Geto’s biceps flex as he runs his hand through his hair, and that’s when you see he’s so rock hard that he probably feels uncomfortable. “Do you want me to…?”

“You don’t have to. It’s okay.”

“Seriously, Geto, you’re declining an offer to get your dick sucked?”

“I mean, I’m not against it but-” you shove his boxers down and immediately take him into your mouth, no foreplay at all, and your teeth graze his dick as you do so. Geto’s hips sutter forward in a knee-jerk movement he almost falls down on his bed, but catches him on the last second to not crush you. He ogled at your cock-stuffed mouth and puffy cheeks, his breaths sharp from the pleasure he’s receiving. “Sh-shit, not so fast, baby. I don’t want to cum like this.”

“Hmm.”

Staring up at him innocently, Geto closes his eyes and runs his finger through your locks, slightly bucking his hips deeper into your mouth. Even in his euphoria, Geto is careful to let you go at your own pace, though his self-controls falter a little bit the moment you fondle his balls.

His eyes snap open. Teeth bared and belly flexing, you keep rendering him frozen with how you take him in deeper until his hair is tickling your nose, cheeks sucked in and hollow as you slide his cock along your warm walls. “Oh, fuck, you’re really a fucking devil, right there, yeah,” he hisses, taking a handful of your hair so he could get a better look at you. “Well, who would’ve thought? Always seemingly so innocent. Who knew you could suck dick like this?”

“You like it,” you tease while pumping his shaft up and down and giving kitten licks to the head, where Geto smirks at you.

“Yeah, I love it,” he corrects, his cock twitching on your dainty hands that look so tiny in comparison to his girth. “But no way I’m coming tonight anywhere than your pussy,” Geto pushes you back down on the bed where he showers you with heated kisses, wrists pinned under his grip and hickeys left everywhere on your neck. His sticky fingers trail down your skin to finger you, the sensation too much, too good, too wrong, and that thought alone that’s been drumming into you as the intoxication fades away make you both pause.

“I-I…”

“It’s okay, just relax,” he reassures, withdrawing his fingers that can’t get past your pussy that has now tightened the minute he touched you down there. Geto sends you another approving glance before he pumps his shaft and up down, aligning it with your entrance and kissing you flat on the lips the whole time. “I’ll put it in, okay? Tell me if anything hurts.”

“Hey, hey. Breathe,” he cups your cheek while looking deep into your eyes, though that slight pinch on his forehead let you know he experienced the same discomfort.

Geto must’ve realized both of you aren’t getting anywhere tonight because soon, he’s falling back to this side, eyeing your pussy with longing and lust before his arm lands over his face.  “Well… Maybe not tonight.”

“Geto,” you begin, turning on your side in hopes of easing the pained frown on his face. “I’m so sorry…”

“Hey, it’s fine, really, don’t worry about it,” he blinks at you and rests back on the pillows, his hand already wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock where the tip is leaking. “Let me just relieve myself. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”

You don’t know what you’re expecting, but definitely not for him to jack off right beside you. You watch; perplexed, awed, undeniably aroused as he holds your gaze, his jaw clenched and accentuating his sharp features more from the movement. Geto is absolutely shameless as he fucks his own fist that is cum-stained, beads of white pre-cum coating his incredibly thick shaft with thick veins.

It’s so wrong yet so fucking hot that you can’t help but do the same.

Sneaking your fingers down to your kitty, you rub your clit and bite your lip, pleasuring yourself the same way he does. Geto exhales in wonder from watching you masturbate, his muscles ripping and arm so buff, you wonder why he hasn’t folded you in half yet.

Oh right, you’re too anxious to ever have his dick inside you, yet you’re shamelessly rubbing circles in your clit. Spreading your pussy lips open, you slide your fingers down and collect your juices, gasping right beside Geto who’s angrily pumping his dick.

Geto suddenly leans back on his calves to stare at your pussy and jacks off, catching some cum from your pussy lips which makes you giggle in surprise, but he comes back to fisting himself. The eroticism of your actions pushed you both to the edge until the both of you came, his dick softening and his cum shooting all over your thighs.

“God, you’re so sexy, I could stare at you all day.”

“That was…”

“Yeah,” he breathes out in stuttered chuckles, throwing a leg over the bed as he stands to hs full naked, cum-stained glory. “Hey, I’ll clean you up. Do you want something to drink or eat? A glass of water, maybe?”

“That sounds great.”

Geto comes back with a shirt of a rock festival and wipes his cum from your stomach, then folds it to wipe your arousal off. He helps you settle inside his oversized shirt that is warm, comfortable, and smells so faintly of him that the exhaustion of tonight’s events is rapidly coming to you.

“Come here. It’s pretty cold tonight,” You gladly cuddle with him, your head laid on top of his buff arm while his free one is wrapped around you.“How’s your studies going? Do you understand math a little better now?”

Despite his innocent queries, his actions are everything but.

His hands are trailing up to slowly to stroke your nipples. Geto thumbs at the hardened peaks before he softly squeezes your breast, letting his hand repeatedly graze over your sensitive nipples as if it’s second nature to him. It turns you on so bad, but you’re exhausted and you’re rubbing your thighs together, sighing and quietly moaning every now and then.

“A-a little, I guess,” you answer, a little bit distracted. He’s modest and no longer aroused (judging from his state inside his boxers), so you try not to start something you’re not prepared to finish. “Hey, Geto, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you more of an ass or boobs person?”

Geto handles the question with ease. “As long as the proportions are right, I like both, and I like yours,” he grins, cupping your boobs in his hand as if to prove a point. Then, he tugs your (his) shirt up just enough to reveal the erect nipples, his eyes narrowed before he sucks lightly on the sides. You gasp at his ministrations but voice no complaints, and neither does he when your nails dig into his arm. “Yours are so beautiful.”

“Flatterer,” you playfully punch his chest, but Geto only chuckles and brings you closer to his chest, his lips warm on top of your forehead. “I’m pretty sleepy…”

“Then sleep. I’ll still be here tomorrow, don’t worry. You’re free to stay as long as you like.”

The next day, Geto is already gone from the room. You’re not worried because one) this is a one night stand with your hot tutor, you’re not supposed to be attached, and two) the smell of pancakes wafting from the slight crack of his door is very much present.

Stretching your arms out, you pad to where Geto is busy flipping pancakes. He’s already dressed comfortably in a white shirt and dark sweats, turning around to smile at you at the sound of your footsteps. “There’s a naked girl in my room? Wow.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen everything last night.”

Geto doesn’t need to gesture you to come closer to him, you’re already too pulled in by his presence that you’re wrapping an arm around his neck while he kisses you flat on the lips.

“Doesn’t mean I get tired of it,” he teases, lips lingering above yours before he drifts down the crook your neck, voice deep and husky as he greets, “’Morning. Can you pass me the syrup?”

Nodding, you bend over the counter. The syrup is located in the bottom of the pantry and you’re halfway to opening the glass panels when you hear Geto shut off the stove. His hands come to grip on your hips as he grinds his hard cock on your exposed bottom, his lips hovering over your ear. “On second thought…I think I’ll have my meal a little differently.”

“G-Geto.”

“I bought lube while you were asleep. Maybe it’ll make you loosen a little bit?” Geto touches you down there, his eyes glimmering with mischief once he witnesses for himself your state. “You’re already wet babe,” he announces, proudly presenting his wet fingers right before your eyes. “Wait for me.”

Nervously, you fix your shirt and hair as Geto runs to the living room where he pulls out a bottle of lube and discards his shirt somewhere. He wastes no time in lifting you up to the counter where dives between your legs, and you’re tugging at his hair as his tongue eagerly licks your wetness.

“Geto, ah, stop playing around!”

“Wasn’t planning on it, babe, I’m a little impatient,” Geto stands up again to kiss you for a quick second before he grabs the lube and spreads it all over his cock, his fingers experimentally prying your hole open to see if you could take it.

Once his digit slides in with ease, you moan the same time he grins wickedly.

You think he’ll go straight for it but Geto takes his time with you, making sure you’re properly stretched open before he splits you in his half with his cock. He’s really thick, after all, and your tight little cunt needs to adjust well to make sure you enjoy it rather than be in pain. Once satisfied, you pull Geto by the collar and wrap one leg around his waist to bring him closer, gasping when his tip slides between your pussy lips.

Both of you are too lost in a daze of lust to be able to speak properly. One nod from you is all he needs before he’s slipping inside your warm walls, his head falling into the juncture of your neck where he keeps grunting on how good you feel around him.

You can’t help but scratch down his back the deeper he drives his hips, the mere movement of his cock sliding against the bumpy drags of your tissues making you fall apart.

Not a minute later, your shirt is bunched up under your breasts, free for Geto to suck on while he fucks the living daylights out of you. His knuckles turn white from how hard he’s gripping the counter, another hand planted right under your knee to keep your leg spread open for him. You’re moaning openly under him, strings of fuck yeah right there and shit, Geto, you feel so good filling in the early morning air that would’ve been innocent if there weren’t such loud sounds of skin slapping against skin mixing with the chirping birds.

You squeeze Geto’s ass as he plants himself deeper inside you, setting a pace that is both mind-numbing and exhilarating.

It’s hard to believe that just days ago, you’re in the exact same place sharing waffles with him, only you’re studying math and he’s wearing glasses; professional, formal, polite – the exact opposite of the sinful things he’s doing to you right now.

Geto’s grunts are almost choked in your ear as you come hard, walls convulsing and spasming around his thick length.

He immediately pulls out his hard cock to come all over your thighs instead, watching the way your hole clenches around nothing while his slippery dick is smeared and repeatedly slapping your inner thighs. You keep gasping as you ride out your orgasm, thighs burning from the uncomfortable stretch of having one leg propped by him and the other heel planted on the counters. Geto’s moans are deep, sinful, and inherently masculine the whole while he shoots his deep all over you, creating a mess both on the counter and on your skin.

It takes a while before you both regain your breath and composure, with Geto awkwardly pulling his pants up as he laughs along with you. “So…breakfast?”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “I’m famished.”

Safe to say, that morning was spent with not much enough breakfast, but definitely lots of kissing and even more fucking around. Everything Geto said the first time you met him had been proven true – he did have a thing or two to teach you.