#tumble cant code for shit

[astercontrol]

bringing back this half-derezznored thing

in honor of having a little more of the Nine Inch Nails soundtrack

[emerulynn]

Ok ok hear me out, so I think we can all agree that Rook and Ben share this room at Plumber’s Academy right. If you look at the drawers you can see Ben’s clothes all nicely folded (it’s even folded to have the number 10 on top and in the middle). Sorry but Ben folding clothes that nicely doesn’t sit right with me, i bet this bitch just yeets his clothes in the drawer and claws through the pile to get shit out, that, or he just dumps them on the floor (well I think he refrains from doing so when he’s sharing this room with Rook, unless he’s like rlly tired one day and doesn’t have the energy to give a fuck).

So of course, Rook, someone who’s shared a cluttered home with his what, 5 siblings, who’s gotten used to picking up everybody else’s slack and laundry will notice how messy Ben’s corner of the room is and naturally starts folding his clothes, re-organizing his socks, color coding all of them and everything. In fact, Rook organizes so much of Ben’s stuff that whenever Ben needs something, he would just ask Rook where it is (Ben also went on about how it would be sooo easier for him to fetch his knick-knacks if they were left in piles instead of being systematically arranged in cabinets but never strived to prove his point).

They even have a selfie and posters of their own automobiles stuck onto the drawers. They’re just so sickeningly domestic yall i cant fucking 😭😭

Ok time for some not-so-platonic headcanons:

They have bunk beds in their room but never actually use both of them at the same time. When they get back from their missions, they simply flop both of their bodies onto one another and sleep. Rook’s disproportionately large body and the single-sized bed made it hard at first but they sort of got a hang of it after some time. When they sleep, they look like a tangled bundle of yarn with their limbs locked and linked but they never looked uncomfortable.

The top bunk is still used though, when they’re not that drained and when Ben likes to sleep on the top bunk because tbh who doesn’t. Stuffing their bodies into the top bunk is extra challenging because the ground’s gonna be extra hard if one of them tumbles down, but this is Ben and Rook we’re talking about, they managed, somehow.

Ben once asked Rook why he kept sorting his clothes like it’s second nature and teased at how motherly it was, saying that if Rook just nagged him a bit more, he would have actually done it himself. Rook just smiled and said that he would have “zero problem doing so for the rest of my life”, as it has become more of a past time rather than a chore - ridding Ben of minor inconveniences, small tasks that added up to the boy’s mountain of duties. After hearing that, Ben realized how he might be spoiled rotten by Rook and decided to semi-regularly fold his clothes (half-assedly nevertheless).

[levi-my-beloved]

Blue Flowers, Red Silk (Part One)

Levi Ackerman Oneshot

Pairing: Modern!Levi x F!Reader

Summary: Your boss has you working down to the bone trying to strike a deal with a famous author to publish their new upcoming series. Levi hates seeing you so overworked, so when you finally have the evening to yourselves, he decides to show you how proud he is.

Word Count: 6.1K

Warnings: Reader’s boss being an asshole, oral (m receiving), light teasing, dacryphilia, just a WHOLE LOTTA FLUFF

A/N: this... this wasn’t even supposed to exist... part one was never supposed to happen there was only supposed to be one part.. pls blame @cant-spell-slay-without-lay​ for this part one fuken putting ideas in my head that i can’t get rid of :( (totally kidding ily bb :3)

yes i know i said the next writing upload will be BoaF chapter six pls forgive me ;^;

ANYWAY! there shall be a part two of what i originally planned, but this is almost pure fluff with some smut sprinkled in because i was feeling cosy. enjoy lovelies!

MINORS DNI 18+

“You know, I sometimes wish murder was legal.”

Well that certainly wasn’t how Levi expected to be greeted when you came through the door, soaking wet from the torrential rain outside. You stood there in the doorway of your flat, dripping on the doormat. Your sodden hair clinging to your forehead, acting like a raincloud as water fell from your now darkened locks. Levi poked his head from the kitchen archway, stifling a laugh as he took in your comically miserable state.

“You look like a drowned rat,”

“Oh, thanks very much!” you replied sarcastically, shaking out your broken umbrella deliberately over the freshly mopped floors, throwing him a sickly sweet smile as you did. Levi rolled his eyes at your petulance, coming to lean against the wall, cocking a brow in disdain as his arms folded over his chest.

“You’re cleaning that up,”

“Kiss my ass.”

“Have a shower first, you're soaking,” it was your turn to throw your eyes skyward, peeling off your dark, woolen coat to hang on the rack to dry. It was midwinter, and the weather forecast had predicted snowfall. You made a note to flip off the reporter the next time you saw their stupid face on the screen. Thankful you’d worn waterproof makeup today, you kicked your shoes off, feet soaking thanks to the open top heels of your dress code.

You loved your job, Production Manager for a rather large book publishing company, but currently your boss had decided you were a human punching bag, sending you email after email about the current deal you were trying to strike with an extremely well known author. It wasn’t exactly going smoothly, the stubborn bastard wanting 36% of all sales whilst you were trying to cut it down to, at most, 24%, which was still a shit ton. You understood Niles was stressed, but fo fuck sakes, you wish he’d cut you some slack.

A sigh escaped your lips as you watched Levi disappear into your utility room just as you started to peel off your top layer of waterlogged clothing, tossing it into the basket, leaving you in just your blouse and your underwear. You really need him right now. Just to hold you and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. You really wanted to snuggle up in bed, caged in his secure arms, but you knew that wasn’t going to happen. Unfortunately, your work doesn’t stay at work. You had mountains of paperwork to get through. Book covers to approve, edits to look through, printing companies to email. Fuck, everything was just too much right now. It wasn’t that you were the bread-earner out of the two of you. You both had incredibly well paying jobs, but Levi had much less paperwork as a Pediatrician.

“Why do you wish murder was legal, hm?” you’d been too wrapped up in your mental rant to notice your fiancé return to you, a large bath towel bundled up under his arm. You glanced over your shoulder just as he draped the towel over your head and shoulders. The freshly laundered scent greeted your nose and you realised he must have put it in the tumble dryer especially for you before you got home.

“I don’t. Not really. Just my fucking boss giving me shit for something I can’t control. He knows full well I’m trying my fucking best to cut this deal. It isn’t even my fucking department! I’m doing him a goddamn favour,” you muttered spitefully as Levi gently guided you into his arms, letting you ramble about your day just to get it off your chest. He listened silently, offering occasional hums of agreement whilst softly caressing your arm with his thumb.

“And on top of everything else, it started fucking raining as I was walking home. The fucking weatherwoman said it was going to fucking snow and it fucking rained. Fuck.” Levi snorted a laugh as you pouted, knowing you were just complaining to add things to your list of things that made you miserable today.

“Well, maybe we can just have a quiet evening? Stick on a movie, maybe order a Chinese takeout or something? I can put the ratatouille in the fridge for tomorrow instead of having it tonight,” you hated having to say no. It was so rare Levi was willing to actually suggest something like this. Though you knew he loved those evenings just as much as you did, he often rolled his eyes and grumbled about not doing something ‘productive’ enough.

“I’m sorry Vi, I can’t. Niles has me working on this godforsaken deal round the clock, which means I have a huge backlog of work I need to catch up on,” Levi’s lips drew a thin line of annoyance as you shifted to look at him. He wasn’t annoyed at you. This wasn’t your fault.

Well, it was kind of your fault for offering to help, but he wouldn’t be mad at you for being you.

No, he was utterly livid at your boss. For the past few nights you’d gotten little to no sleep, staring at your bright laptop screen until the sun rose, trying your fucking best to slog through the swamp of work, wading through countless emails.

You felt guilty. It had been almost a week since you actually spent time with Levi. You hated knowing you always came home and almost immediately disappeared into your office, never to be seen until the next morning. He could sometimes hear your phone calls through the walls, listening to your tired, broken voice utter short sentences, presumably the only words you could get in through your boss's tyrades.

“Tch, don’t be sorry, idiot. ‘Not your fault,” Levi huffed, guiding your head back into his shoulder. If he could hold you tonight, he supposed he would just have to stand here with you in his arms for as long as he could. He missed you. Dearly. He missed hearing your soft breaths as you fell asleep, listening to your heartbeat. He missed your high pitched gasps and breathy whimpers as he slowly filled you, those desperate moans as his fingers circled your swollen clit. He missed making you scream his name as you reached your upteenth high, convulsing and shaking as his tongue continued to lap at your cunt, drinking in your essence. Ever since you two started dating, he’d had difficulty getting off by himself, becoming so used to your supple hands or scorching mouth massaging all the sensitive spots he wasn’t even aware he had, knowing how to pull long strings of groans and mewls from his throat. He missed your walls clamping around his cock to the point where he could hardly move, feeling you cream around his length, knowing it wouldn’t take much longer before he was spilling into your tight hole, pumping you full of his seed. Eyes crossed and head thrown back.

Fuck, he missed you.

“It’s almost over, I know it. We’re down to 29% of all sales now, so just a little more negotiating and that’ll be it, I promise. I mean, with any luck, this shit will be dealt with by tomorrow afternoon,” you murmured tiredly against his neck. Levi nodded, glad you were blissfully unaware of his filthy train of thought. He knew you wouldn’t mind him thinking about you in such a lewd manner, but he hated the thought of making you feel guilty for not helping his sexual frustration. Well, more guilty than you already felt. He sighed through his nose, planting a kiss on your toweled head.

“C’mon you, let’s eat something. Relax for a bit before having to start on your work again. Oh, your blankets are in the dryer as well.”

“Marry me.”

“I already am, beautiful.”

“Marry me faster,” you swore you felt the clinging cold dissipate as he laughed against your head, the sound instantly warming you heart and soul as he spun you in his arms, steering you back into the kitchen to remove the dish currently keeping warm in the oven.

“Oh? Next month's too far away?” he teasingly asked, letting go of you only to pull his pair of black oven gloves over his hands. You nodded, hopping up to sit on the counter, the warm towel falling to sit around your shoulders. “When would you prefer?” he asked, going along with the topic of conversation with a slight smile.

“Mmmmm… tomorrow.” Levi looked at you from where he’d crouched to the oven door, a brow raised in mock intrigue. He turned his attention briefly back to the vegetable meal, dragging it from the heated confines and placing it on the stovetop.

“Tomorrow? Not sure what your father would say about that,” he replied, hanging the gloves back on the oven door handle, leaving the ratatouille to cool for a bit as he made his way back over to you, chuckling away on the countertop.

“Oh please, I changed his mind about you, didn’t I?”

“Pretty sure I did that on my own,” Levi smirked at your feigned offended scoff. But it was true. Your fiancé and your father really didn’t get along to start with. Having been from two entirely different backgrounds, their values often collided. It wasn’t until the subject of you came up in conversation one long family dinner did they finally see eye to eye. You’d left to help your mother put your baby sister to sleep, leaving your fiancé and your father at the table. You’d half expected to come back to the dining room in utter anarchy. You definitely didn’t expect them to be sharing a toast in your name.

It almost brought a tear to your eye.

“You certainly did,” your beaming grin turned soft at the man standing between your thighs, currently holding his palm against the side of your face. “(Y/N) Ackerman. Has a ring to it, doesn’t it?” Levi didn’t think he’d heard anything sound so sweet, so perfect in his life. His heart swelled with adoration as he traced your eyebrow with his thumb.

“It certainly does, sweetheart,” He tilted your head up, closing the miniscule distance between you, his lips easily grazing against yours in a teasing kiss. Levi chuckled softly as you immediately grew pouty at the ghost-like touch, before snaking your hands up his shirt clad chest to wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into your passionate embrace. Your lips melded against each other, finding a slow yet heated rhythm. Fuck you had missed him just as much as he’d missed you. A small whine bled from your chest as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, teeth gently sinking into the soft flesh. You gladly opened your mouth, appreciating his own soft growl as your tongues began to dance a hot tango, both fighting for dominance.

Levi trailed his hands down your front, palms briefly massaging your clothed breasts before tickling your waist and finally settling on your hips. He squeezed your upper thigh, pulling you further towards the edge of the counter and encouraging you to wrap your legs around his hips. The mixed sensation of his growing length grinding against your dampening cunt, and your fingers threading through his hair, nails scratching his undercut drew a low groan from the back of his throat, his chest inflating as you tensed your calves, deliberately rolling your hips into him. You were driving him absolutely wild.

“How long before the ratatouille is ready to eat?” you whispered breathlessly, before his lips crashed against yours, as if he would suffocate without feeling you in his mouth.

“Ready now– f-fuck...” he could only manage short sentences, his hips bucking involuntarily into yours, his nails digging crescents into the flesh of your bare thighs as he found a rhythm that matched the battle of your tongues.

“Okay, new question, how- mmph– how long before it– get’s cold?” you asked between increasingly feverish presses of his lips. You understood why. You’d both gone from fucking regularly to not at all in a very short amount of time, the fierce tension in the room now taut enough to snap completely. You were just as frustrated as he was, finding yourself dripping at the mere thought of his hard, leaking cock. The image made you grind your hips mercilessly, fingers roaming down his navel to his belt, nimbly fiddling with the buckle. Your breath hitched at the prominent outline of his erect length pressed against his slacks, shivering as he pulled back to breathe a needy whine into your ear.

“Six minutes maybe,” Levi panted, gritting his teeth to stop himself from cursing as his belt snapped from around his waist. He reluctantly stepped back when you gently pushed against his chest, giving you room to hop down off the countertop. His question was caught in his throat as you spun him around, pushing him back against the counter you were just seated on.

“Perfect… gives me time to suck your dick,” your grin was borderline feral as you briefly latched onto his neck to suck a deep bruise against his pulse point, as well as a high-pitched mewl from his throat, before sinking to your knees in front of him. You didn’t have time to slowly rid him of his shirt, unravel his composure bit by bit. You want to feel his pulsing length against your tongue, want to listen to his carnal cries as you brutally milk him dry.

The metallic tang of his zipper spread across your taste buds as you dragged it down, dropping his slack to pool around his ankles, borderline drooling at the sight of his tented crotch. You leaned forward, sucking against the darkened patch where his precum had dampened his briefs.

Levi’s hands flew to the countertop behind him in order to steady himself, mind reeling at the torment you were delivering with your mouth. He didn’t realise just how sensitive he would be, whimpering and groaning uncontrollably before you’d even properly touched his leaking dick.

“P-please (Y/N). N-need your m-mouth b-baby, please,” he begged, stuttering through his pleading as you finally freed his throbbing length from the cloth prison. You smirked as his cock bobbed slightly, flushed a deep crimson and and just aching to be touched.

But, you had a whole six minutes. Given how needy he was, you had three minutes to tease him, confident you’d have him cumming down your throat in the remaining three. Just as Levi thought you were going to be merciful on him, you dodged his erection, opting to flutter kisses against the inside of his thighs. His pitiful whine almost made you feel sorry for him as you sank your teeth into the supple flesh, decorating his inner thigh with the most beautiful hickeys, specks of red flecking to the surface of his skin as you smoothed your tongue over the small hurts.

Moving to his other thigh, you threw him a devilish simper when your hot breath against his tip caused his whole body to tense, which gave you an idea.

“Undo your shirt for me. I like watching your body respond to my touch,” you voice was husky, full of a domineering presence Levi hadn’t heard in far too long. Fuck he loved your dominant side, possibly more than when you’re all submissive for him. Then again… the image of you on your back, tears sliding from the corner of your eyes as he fucked you into oblivion, a vibe buzzing against your clit has to be one of the Wonders of the World. Screw the Temple of Artemis. Your body was the only temple he fucking cared about.

He made a hazy mental note to use that cheesy pickup line on you later, knowing how much you loved them before all thought was wiped from his mind as you delivered yet another sucking kiss to his inner thigh. He somehow remembered he was supposed to be unbuttoning his shirt, hands trembling as he popped open the fabric, exposing his sculpted chest to you.

“Hmm, good boy,” Levi keened at the praise, knuckles draining white as he held the countertop edge in a deathgrip. You were surprised the marble didn’t crumble in his fist as you looked up at him through your dark lashes. But your attention on his gorgeous hands was brief, caught again by the precum now seeping freely from his slit. Deciding he’s waited long enough, you poked your tongue out between your lips, delivering small kitten licks to the bulging head of his cock.

“Hng– sh-shit…!” he exhaled, before inhaling sharply as the tip of your tongue circled the tip of his dick. You were curious to see if you could get him off with such small movements, but you really wanted to reward him for being so patient with you. Levi’s stuttering wail was well worth the wait as your hand fisted his shaft, slowly pumping along his length, your tongue still lapping at the precum gathering at his tip.

“Ah-ahh– haah, f-fucking– shit!” you giggled at his string of profanities as your lips puckered around his head, gently sucking gently against the raging organ. Levi’s hips bucked into your mouth, whining profusely at the electric sensation frying his brain, becoming nothing but the network of nerves between his thighs. Your hands gripped his bruised thighs, sending delicious bolts of pained pleasure through his system as your thumbs pressed against those purple blossoms. Your tongue swept the slick bleeding from his slit, smearing it all over your taste buds and his dick.

If Levi could form a coherent thought, he would have acknowledged how fucking hot you looked right now. Blouse hanging off your shoulder, brows furrowed in concentration as you vigorously made out with his cock. It wasn’t until your eyes slid up to meet his lidded orbs did he realise he was staring, but he couldn’t look away. That was until you engulfed half his length into your mouth, fist gripping the base of his cock tightly as your tongue flicked against the vein along the underside of his shaft.

“(Y/N)! F-fuck baby– nngh, y-yes oh fuck oh fuckohfuck… A-HAAH!” Levi threw his head back, his hand fisting his own hair through his desperate sobs. You watched his chest rise and fall rapidly, his abs contracting and relaxing with each bob of your head. You pulled back a little to flick your tongue against his frenulum, squeezing the base of his shaft again. Levi knew exactly what you were doing to prevent him from releasing too early, but couldn’t deny he was loving every moment of this torturous euphoria.

Your other, currently unused hand began massaging circles against his hip, encouraging him to relax his muscles. You stilled on his cock, thumb mirroring your other as you began the same treatment against his length, pulling off his mouth to allow him to recover for a second.

“The ratatouille’s going to get cold,” you mused, admiring the way his tip glistened with a mixture of your saliva and his slick.

“I don’t care,” he hissed through his teeth, his head dropping back down to look at you with blown pupils. “Thank you. For this. I really needed it,” your heart warmed at the sincerity, knowing Levi always found admitting these things rather difficult. You rewarded his efforts with a rough jerk of his length, watching his mouth fall open in pleasure.

“I know, and you’re very welcome,” Levi noted the mischievous innocence in your eyes, but before he had time to question it, you removed your hand from his cock and swallowed him down your throat.

“NNGH– AA-HA-AH, sh-shit your mouth feels so– HNNG, MMN– so FUCKING good... !” you gripped his hips to stop them from writhing, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you fought your gag reflex, nose pressed up against the well kept, coarse patch of hair on his naval. You held him in your throat, your own arousal dripping down your thighs as he squirmed in delicious ecstasy, hands now tangled in your locks to ground himself. You swallowed again, moaning around his length as his thighs trembled at the feeling of your vibrating throat closing around his tip, admiring the way his face scrunched in lascivious bliss.

“Please baby…! F-fuck you’re s-so good at this. C-can’t get there without you. Need your– aah– ‘need your touch baby, p-please,” it had been far too long since you’d heard him beg like this and fuck you could cum just listening to him. Your clit throbbed with each choked sob, looking up through wet lashes only to see tears of bliss gathering at the corners of his own eyes. There was nothing hotter than Levi when he was vocal. Whether he was growling against your ear, whimpering beneath you or sobbing into your mouth, there was something so thrilling about him completely losing, or willingly giving up, his control. You swore his voice was some sort of aphrodisiac.

Your desire to listen to him completely fall apart prompted you to move, hollowing your cheeks as you began to bob up and down on his cock in earnest. The various sounds of you sucking and gagging sloppily on his dick pierced the air around you, intertwining with the downright pornographic moans of your fiancé dancing in the air around you.

“I-I’m so– haah– so close baby…! Fuck, shitohshitohfuckohshit FUCK… haah– haah– haah– d-don’t… don’t stop… ‘m so– SO fuck-ing close... !” Levi’s mind reeled as he rocketed towards his high, unable to stop his hips from rhythmically thrusting down your throat. Stars began to flicker in his vision, the shattering pleasure of your mouth pushing him ever higher into Elysium. “Gonna– gonna cum…! Fu– nnghaah– g-gonna fucking cum… p-please baby– AA-HAAH– please–  please– please– o-oh fu-uck (Y/N)...!” Levi was metaphorically on his knees, begging for you to let him cum in down your throat. Shoving his hips back against the cupboards behind him, you held him there as you sucked long and hard against his cock, hand coming round to rapidly play with his balls.

It was all Levi needed to find his release.

“FuckfuckFUCK A-HAAAH-AH FUCK (Y/N)!”

Hips stuttering against your hold, you looked up to watch his orgasm course through his nerves, spreading like wildfire throughout his body. His eyes crossed, rolling up into his skull as he threw his head back, mouth held open in a silent roar as ropes and ropes of white seed painted the back of your throat.

A long, satisfied whine slipped past his lips through gasps for breath. His thighs shook, the muscles in his torso tensing as you continued to milk him, tears leaking from his eyes as euphoria clouded his mind, unable to feel nothing but your tongue continuing to lap up his seed.

You slowed the ministrations of your mouth, breathless pants and needy moans of your name dragged from his throat, hips still bucking with the aftershocks of his high into your heated cavern. Another swallow pulled another high-pitched, overstimulated whimper from the man above you, cleaning up his mess before you pulled off his length, lips frosted with his cum.

“Better?” you teased, grinning with pride up at your fiancé. It had taken a little longer than three minutes, but mainly because you wanted to drag it out. He’d been so good to you recently, you didn’t want to just suck him off and be done with it. You wanted to take your time.

Levi cracked open an eye, and he was sure he could cum again at the sight of your slick coated chin. A lazy, tired smile pulled at his lips as he slowly removed his hands from your hair to gently tilt your head up from your jaw.

“Much,” was all he could manage to respond as you tenderly tucked him back into his pants and slacks. He gently swiped his thumb across your swollen lips, pulling you into a tender kiss as you rose back up to your feet, tasting himself on your tongue. “You didn’t cum,” he murmured in concern, hands on your shoulders to pull you back a little, gazing into your (E/C) irises. But your reassuring smile put him at ease.

“I’m saving myself for when you can fuck me properly,” Levi chuckled at your blunt, cheeky response, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes contently. He couldn’t fucking wait to marry you.

“C’mon. Let’s finally have dinner.”

“I’ve had mine.” you grinned impishly, turning away from him, only to be pulled back into his arms, his nose nuzzling into your neck.

“Don’t give me that, I worked hard on this.”

“Yeah? Well I worked hard on that.” you bucked your hips back against him, earning yourself a playful nip at your shoulder.

“You’re appalling,” Levi smirked as you both crossed the kitchen to the now lukewarm ratatouille sitting, foregotton on the stovetop.

“It’ll need reheating in the microwave,” you helpfully observed, watching the ravenette’s expression fall into contemplation.

“Can’t. It’ll just dry out,” he responded flatly.

“There’s a sauce with it, Ramsey,” you jabbed teasingly, holding his arms against you as he gently squeezed your waist, securing you to his front.

“It’ll suck the moisture out of the courgettes.”

“I know how it feels.”

Levi snorted in amusement. He loved your sense of humour, matching so well with his own. A perfect blend of witty quips and sarcastic comments.

“Be serious,” he chuckled, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You salted the courgettes beforehand though, right?” you raised a brow, looking at his side profile through the corner of your eye.

“Tch, obviously,” you rolled your eyes at his tone, turning your head to give him a flat stare.

“Soooo… there’s no moisture in them anyway,” the weight of your observation came in the form of a heavy silence. You couldn’t help the smug smirk that pulled at your lips, Levi refusing to meet your glinting eye.

“Shut up smartass, I can’t think right now,” you snickered, removing your hands from his arm to pick up the dish you’d both been scrutinising for the last sixty seconds. Levi clung to you like a limpet as you slid the dish into the microwave, setting the timer for two minutes. You assumed some heat would still be retained as you rested your head against his on your shoulder, the low hum of the microwave filling the comfortable silence.

“Blue flowers,” you randomly stated, after what felt like years of the two of you standing in your kitchen watching the dish slowly spinning behind the tinted microwave door.

“Hmm?”

“Blue flowers. At the wedding. We need blue flowers,” you raised your head off of his, allowing him to look at you with that handsomely quizzical expression.

“Any particular reason?” he asked, tone softening along with the topic of conversation. The thought of your wedding day next month always made him gooey. The day where he’d finally be able to call you his. You owned every part of each other already, but it would be official next month. Levi shifted himself so he was no longer against your back, but rather pulling you into his chest, cradling your face in his hands.

“Because they’ll highlight the blue in your eyes,” you responded as if it was the most obvious answer in the world, before continuing with your train of thought. “I can have a bouquet of Delphiniums and Irises or something. Ooo! Maybe you could have a Blue Orchid on your jacket, since, you know, that’s your favourite flower! And we could have an arch of Hydrangeas and–” Levi cut you off by gently capturing you in a deep, loving kiss. Your eyelids fluttered shut as you all but melted into those arms encasing you to his body.

“Have I ever told you I love you?” you giggled at his question, peering at him through star-struck eyes.

“Once or twice,” you mused with a smile, swaying slightly in his arms.

“I love you, (Y/N), and I cannot wait for the day I say I do,” slivers of silver lined your lashes at his heartfelt words, your smile broadening into a teary-eyed beam.

“Tomorrow, right?” you called back to your earlier joke, diamonds of pure serenity trailblazing down your cheeks as you regarded your husband-to-be, eyes flitting over his carved features. Levi brought you into a tight hug, tucking your head under his chin and against his neck, your breaths fluttering against his skin. Warmth spread within his chest from the simple comfort of feeling you close to him. But you both knew this moment couldn’t last forever, despite how much you wanted it to. So when the harsh beeps of the microwave shattered the moment, you sighed heavily, knowing this was probably the last time you’d see him until tomorrow night. The heavy weight of work lay upon your mind as you stepped out of his embrace, offering him a sad smile that broke his heart.

“Hey, once you’ve managed to strike this deal and it’s all over, how about we go out for dinner? I had a quick look at the menu for that new Turkish restaurant downtown on my way home. It looked pretty good, and maybe we could celebrate?” Levi raised a brow to you as you removed your food from the microwave, turning to look at him with an excited gleam in your eye. Once again, Levi suggesting such a thing was usually saved for special occasions and it made you smile to no end.

You nodded your head eagerly, hair falling in front of your eyes. You made a mental note to quickly wash it before you settled down in front of your desk this evening.

“Something to look forward to,” you sighed in relief, setting the dish on the countertop as your fiancé placed two plates next to it before delivering a gentle kiss to the back of your head as he passed to set the cutlery on the table. You set your elbows on the breakfast bar, leaning your chin on the heel of your palm, a soft smile playing on your lips as you watched him, admiring how even the smallest, most basic things make your heart sing.

“What?” you hadn’t noticed him looking back to you over his shoulder, half way through setting down a fork.

“Nothing. I just love how domestic you look,” you giggled, knowing how ridiculous it sounded. You’d been living together for the best part of four years now, and you still couldn’t get over how handsome he looked when doing the most menial of tasks. Levi rolled his eyes, hiding his amusement by continuing to set the table.

“Tch, you should be used to it by now, we’ve been living together for the last four years,” he responded dryly, smoothing down the tablecloth before crossing back over to you, leaning over the other side of the breakfast bar, mirroring your stance so his face was inches from yours.

“I think you mean three years, ten months, twenty seven days, ten hours and…” –you looked at the leather strap watch on your wrist, suspending the moment until the little minute hand ticked over the twelve– “forty-two minutes,” you grinned as Levi raised his brow.

“You made that last bit up,” it was your turn to mirror him, cocking a brow of intrigue as you purse your lips to avoid breaking your façade.

“Oh? You know that for a fact do you?” you asked, voice laced with high pitched cockiness as you started dividing up the ratatouille into meal portions. The tomato aroma caused your stomach to rumble as you did your best to keep your attention on the food and not on Levi’s face. Which was always difficult.

“(Y/N), you hardly remember to eat lunch…” he didn’t need to finish his sentence, knowing you’d already finished it in your head for him by the roll of your eyes.

“That was literally one time, let it go man,” you teased, handing him both plates to set on the table before crossing to put the dish back in the fridge. You’d section out the portions into tupperware later, perfect for your lunches.

“It was three times,” Levi muttered, sitting at the table to wait for you. You looked so cute, still dressed in nothing but a blouse and underwear, toned thighs flexing as you walked, soft skin so perfect for suckling sweet little lavender blossoms onto.

“I’ll start charging rent if your eyes linger any longer,” Levi blinked, not realising he’d done exactly what you were doing earlier, getting completely lost in how much he fucking loved you by just looking at you. You leaned against the wall, arms folded across your chest, your mouth pulled in a sly smirk.

“Let me stay for free, I'm your fiancé,” you chuckled at his pout, swaying your hips a little to deliberately draw his attention back.

“Maybe if you’re nice to me,”

“I’m always nice to you.”

“Levi Ackerman you are such a liar!”

“Okay, name five times when I haven’t been nice to you.”

“You know, most people would ask me to name one.”

“That’s too easy, I’m trying to challenge you.”

“Too easy because you’re mean to me all the time?”

“Tch, no.”

“Okay fine, you called me a rat when I walked in.”

“That wasn’t me being mean, that was me making an observation.”

The conversation continued along a similar line, teasing each other back and forth between mouthfuls of food. You adored the way you were one of the only people who Levi would relax with. You knew he wasn’t immune to you, and couldn’t always mask his emotions when you were around. You especially loved that little smirk he had whenever he made another teasing comment that had you feigning disbelief, gasping theatrically in your chair.

Another moment you wanted to last forever, but you knew it couldn’t. You felt your heart break just a little as you started to clean up, before Levi took the dirty plates from your hands with a small peck to your forehead.

“Go shower, I’ll clean up and make tea,” he muttered against your skin, looking down to meet your grateful eyes. You wish you could convey just how much these small gestures meant to you, but you found yourself overwhelmed.

“Thank you,” – you whispered, turning to head to your bathroom– “I love you!” Levi chuckled to himself as you called back to him.

“Love you too, brat,” he muttered, before a seed of an idea planted in his head. You’ve been working ridiculously hard lately. It was definitely time he showed you just how proud he was.

Basic cleaning never took that long for him. Usually he’d spend a little more time disinfecting the table, or scrubbing the plates until his own reflection shined back at him. But he was excited. Too excited to deep clean right now. As soon as he’d pressed Start on the dishwasher he almost ran to his laptop, punching in the password before the screen highlighted his face.

There were a few online stores you two had purchased toys from, and he wasn’t ashamed to say he had them bookmarked. His eyes adjusted from the lighter coloured glare of his search engine, to the darker themes of this specific website. Before he’d even chosen anything, he’d already ticked next-day delivery, remembering how you’d said this whole deal thing might be over by tomorrow evening. If he could book a table at that restaurant and bring a little gift with him, then tomorrow would be perfect.

Levi’s excitement continued to simmer, so much so that he almost accidentally ignored you as you came out of the shower, dressed in the comfiest clothes you could find in preparation for the long night, the garments consisting of his own hoodie and a pair of his joggers. You regarded him with a suspicious eye, clearly noting his subtle change of demeanor.

“So suspicious,” you muttered with a grin, before disappearing into your office for the night.

Levi didn’t know if he could stop himself.  Not that he wanted to. He didn’t care if this was about to empty his bank account. He was so fucking proud of you, and he wanted to show it. He ended up buying seven different items, adding up to an amount he’d rather not look at if he was being honest. You deserved it though. You deserved the world.

And Levi would be damned if he had to wait for his wedding day to give it to you.

[neewollah-dorm]

How Neewollah would operate in the game

More so a series of events than actual like, story story written out. More so the beats than everything in depth and detail. 

The beginning of the arc has sprinkled in a lot of hushed whispers of other students about the vague 'game' or about 'bets' being placed to them and others anxious that they didn't make a wrong bet or that their bet actually went through and didn't get duped into money being lost cause they got tricked. 

With those whispers and rumors going around about a soon to happen ‘session’. Ace and Deuce definitely want to stick their noses where things don’t belong and are very intrigued with what they hear the upper classmen talking about so secretively. Thus when inevitably Ace can’t keep his mouth shut and is asking and talking about it so freely and openly it will catch the attention of Rowdon. Whom, if i should remind people, is more of the muscle that makes sure that people don’t talk about it. Not so openly at the least. 

So Rowdon would be quite an intimidating force and especially so for the Adeuce duo thanks to them wanting to find out what they can. I’m sure the two probably end up getting quite a bit roughed up that lead to more interest unfortunately in this session but also probably leading for Yuu to going to the Neewollah to personally talk to the dorm leaders about Rowdons actions. Sure they hadn’t seen Rowdon do anything to the duo but...with their insistence and how they try to turn the other way whenever Rowdon even shows any trace is worrisome. 

Yuu and Grim probably end up demanding Rowdon take them to Neewollah. Which Rowdon will shock them with nodding “Tomorrow. Same time, meet me here! Kekeke.” In which Rowdon will be dragging them personally towards the mirror without explaining anything which is honestly quite terrifying. They get dragged in through with burlap sack tied over their heads and then shoved into a moving enchanted bathtub while they make their way to the dorm building. Obviously in a homage to the movie. 

Its a lot of alluding to how busy Ammiras is and how its rare hes seen unless its for scheduled events and usually you need to mark down when you meet with him if its so important and cant be solved in a few minutes. Which drives Tallis up the wall that he has to deal with so many of the dorm leader responsibilities on his own, but that’s just how it is around here and it was like that last year too when Tallis took up the vice dorm leader position. 

A lot of the inside Neewollah portion is dealing getting to see the relationship between Rowdon and Tallis which is quite a bit odd but also it’s where theres a few small and quick interactions with Ammiras that was busy about and also coming to pick up reports the others in Neewollah have dropped off. He’s quite a bit hospitable and kind but he makes sure the stay for Yuu and Grimm isn’t long. Though he did say he’ll ‘talk with Rowdon’ about his actions and that he’s ‘So sorry something could potentially harmful could have happened, he’ll investigate when he has the time further’ . Ammiras personally would escort Yuu and Grim out of Neewollah, back in the enchanted bathtub and with the burlap sacks over their head again [Though Grimm probably was just stuffed in a bag fully]. Oh well the cat’s out of the bag when they get to leave Neewollah, he’s fine.  

Cause its getting close to when 'The Day’ happens, when the place will open in a specific area and only people who have placed bets know when to go precisely in and with the right code that they better memorize or they wont be able to come in at all and will just flat out lose their money if they cant keep their shit together. its high stakes and secretive and i bet grim really wants to get in there and see whats up because they hear you can even learn high and secret spells most of the public don’t have access to that makes it very alluring for those wanting better magical prowess. So theres more than just monetary prizes to win.   Obviously its around a very high stress time for Ammiras because he needs to keep everything organized on everyone as hes the only one to handle all this because if only one needs to keep a secret then the secret will stay secret. He has to write reports for Crowley, he has to deal with a snoop that might actually end up in the place if he isn't careful. People aren’t being careful with how much they’re talking as much as they used to. Not to mention the prefect of Ramschackle seems to be butting their head into this business and with what’s been following where they go it’s worrisome. Especially since he heard of Azuls ruined contracts, those overblots, so many things. He’s more tense than usual. 

its the end where they get to see the underground place thats blacked out and full of glow in the dark leading to more hints of who it could be. It’s got music going, a myriad of different rooms, and a giant door that leads to the ‘pit’ as most like to dub the arena people watch the ‘losers’ compete. 

As The Gambler, Ammiras is very showy, hes a proper show man and gets the crowd interested and ready. Though it’s not hard to when most of the crowd know what they’re getting ready to see. People struggling to survive in the pit.  When Yuu and Grim stumbled in Ammiras thought it would be a good example for why you don’t meddle. Forcing them in to continue playing like the other penniless losers. However being Yuu and Grim and working together they’ve started ruined the game going on for those who are the rats for the peoples entertainment for the others failings and now this whole thing is tumbling over, people are upset, people want their game, people want their bets, and these upstarts are ruining everything! He hasn’t worked years on this for these stupid first years, a weird racoon and a magic less human to come RUINING! EVERYTHING! 

Mostly everyone scatters as soon as as The Gambler starts overblotting, leaving only the few people around in the pit left while people above are getting out of there because they don’t want to be chanced with interacting with The Gambler when overblotted.  Behind The Gambler, obviously it would be oogie boogie like the other villians, but i do think Ammiras would show a lot more spider qualities to show its way more like him in the overblottage. 

What we’d see in Ammiras memories would be a moment with freshman Ammiras, showing his grandfather in falling health, his sole guardian at this point all the tiers he’s been getting, disregarding practically everything else, no clubs, no friends, no breaks, just having worked as fast as he could to getting all these tiers showing what he’s learned not just only from the school but in the dorm. Ending the little scene with Ammiras assuring he’d come back as dorm leader and get to show off a new dorm outfit. [But that wouldn’t be able to happen as his grandfather passes away before getting to see him as a dorm leader] 

In the aftermath of it all hes probably waiting terrified in the dorm room waiting for Crowley to show up, hes an adult, he’d easily be tried for all the things he did, the least offense he could get is expulsion and as a third year.... so close to graduation. 

he probably already packed what few things he had just ready for him to come to just leave but then Crowley....doesn't. So Ammiras probably keeps staring at the Yuu and Grim far away whenever hes out and about for classes, obviously distrust and disdain when others aren’t looking. He wonders what they're up to, what they're plotting, why haven't they told Crowley? itd be something that carries over into another chapter for full reconciliation and being on good terms

Ammiras would find them repulsive for being like this and tell them straight to their face "Your tenderheartedness can be so unbelievable. Its disgusting how you want to portray yourself so genuinely like thats the truth of yourself. You don't want me safe at all. Whatever. If it makes you feel so superior fine. Just keep your mouths shut." being very transparent just this once and leaves the room before pausing at the door and turning his head over his shoulder "But thank you. I appreciate you being quiet in the least." "Even if you caused that whole mess in the first place."

it probably just ends up a chill underground club on the weekends with cool glow in the dark and less deadly games and more like a general casino but with the cooler atmosphere. With glow in the dark, actual games to play and ya know learn, still more stacked in Ammiras favor but still those are how casinos go. Actually a lot of the more terrifying and scary equipment from the pit, chains, saws, electrical things, and more probably are more used for decoration behind glass containers so there’s still a bit of edge to the whole look of things...and especially how it started as a reminder.  he did as they asked, he held up his end in making the casino both safer, more fair, and more accessible.  They just need to shut up and don’t mention whats up though Rowdon probably lets Yuu, grimm and unfortunately the Aduece duo in whenever instead of specific people only because Ammiras doesn't want them feeling slighted for not getting an invite even tho they didn't apply for one basically.  Ammiras knows better than to go against the hand that feeds you. 

[blueluneacy]

Could I get one 🅱️oneless yan! sdc Jotaro who has a crush on a loner girl (a bit of a delinquent herself) who gets scared and avoids him because of his reputation? (Sorry if this is too specific you can go more vague if its easier shdhdj)

I CANT STOP LAUGHING AT THE BONELESS PART FGJKSFKGGKJDL

And yes you may, here. Don’t worry, details make it easier!

Warnings: yandere, implied stalking. thats it, its like vague yan

You really could’ve showed up on time, you knew that. You were sure there would be a fit when you got home, about you being late again and missing the lesson. But, the idea of making a kid your age stand outside in the hall for being a little late was absurd. Now you’re missing the entire lesson, all because you slept a little too late. What a joke. It’s not like school was ever going to amount to something that mattered anyway. You sighed, considering lighting a cigarette, but that might get you expelled, and you didn’t know what kind of shit that would get you into. 

School in general annoyed you to no end. It was too regimented for someone as free spirited as you, too much effort for things as silly as dress code violations and not showing up on time. You still got decent enough grades, so why were they being such a pain in the ass. And it wasn’t like you were the worst person here, either. No, that went to Jotaro Kujo, who you expected not to even show up to this class.

He was later than you most of the time, sent out into the hall and stand with you. He reputation preceded him, known as a rough and tumble sort of guy who got into fights, and didn’t deal with anyone. It freaked you out slightly. While you dabbled in minor delinquency, Kujo was off the deep end in your opinion. 

And even more so, he had even tried to talk to you, on occasion, asking you about an English assignment. It was shocking to you that Jotaro Kujo would even speak to you. While he was an attractive man, you knew that it would be absolutely terrible if you ever got yourself into a mess of a man like that. So, you ignored him when you were stood in the hall together, just sliding over your notes if he ever asked you for something without question. Easier to listen than it was actually deal with him. There were even whispers around the school that the two of you were dating, and you just rolled your eyes. Shitty rumors for shitty people. Not like any of your friends bothered to ask you if the two of you were really a thing. Wait, you didn’t really have friends to ask you to begin with. And fuck it, that was fine too. 

But anyways, you really didn’t expect Jotaro to show up. And yet he did, opening the door to the classroom, looking at the teacher, and closing it. Like he was just noting that he was here and he’d take his punishment now. Or maybe he just didn’t want to go, but wanted to be marked present. Who knows.Still, once he showed up, you froze up as he looked over, looking you up and down. You just looked away, making a small ‘tch’ noise, crossing your arms and leaning against the hall. Even if Jotaro freaked you out, you still weren’t going to show any sort of weakness towards the man. Little did you know that your little action made his heart flutter, god you were so cute. Maybe you had purposefully been late just to see him. Even so, how could Jotaro not love you, you were just like him! Free spirited, not willing to put up with anyone’s bullshit. And today, well, he was planning on doing this after school, but you being here just made it more perfect. The two of you, alone in the hallway. It was like fate.

“Hey, you.” Jotaro’s voice was low, and you gulped at the sound of it, trying to not sound nervous as you replied. This was probably about the English homework, wasn’t it? 

“I’ll show you the notes once we go on break. Bastard made me leave my bookbag inside, afraid I would just bolt.” You said, waving him off. Still, Jotaro persisted, stepping in front of you. You looked up at him and realized how much larger he was than you, and you gulped, feeling a bit cornered against the wall.

“Not that. I want you to meet me at a cafe this weekend. Two. You’re free, right?” Jotaro asked, and you looked around, shocked. Was Jotaro asking you out on a date? What kind of universe was this? You gulped, shrugging.

“I don’t have anything else going on, I guess. Why, do you need a tutor too now?” You tried to jest, hoping to lighten the mood at least a little, but Jotaro pressed on.

“No. I figured if we’re a couple to everyone else, might as well give them a date to show for it.” He replied with a shrug. You felt yourself heat up, and god how Jotaro just drank your cute expression up. His partner. That’s right, all his. Finally, all his. And you would accept, wouldn’t you?

“I… I um, well, I uh… I guess I’m not doing anything-” You mumbled, and Jotaro just cut you off.“Great. I’ll call you later to give you the details.” Jotaro replied. You didn’t recall ever giving him your phone number, but he didn’t seem to mind, a small smile on his face as the door opened and the teacher called the two of you back inside. As you sat down at your desk, you had to wonder, what the hell just happened?

But Jotaro just smiled, not paying attention in class to stare at you, happy to know that finally, you were going to be all his.

[oscquinn]

A Love That's So Demanding

Rating: General

Pairing: Finnpoe

Tags: Fluff, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - College/University, Established Relationship, Singing, Cuddling and Snuggling, Studying, Poe is emo, and Finn is precious, title from an MCR song, Cuties

Summary: "Have you seen my red flannel?" He continues singing, a little softer now. "So many bright lights that cast a shadow, But can I speak, Well is it hard understanding, I'm incomplete."

"God you're so emo," Finn murmurs to himself.

"What was that?"

Aka: a short little one shot in the college roomates au in which Poe is emo and Finn is his ray of sunshine boyfriend :) complete with Finn studying like the good student he is, and Poe being cute and annoying while still respecting Finn's boundaries

For @natthemess and @tinyphantomsalad :D

×××××

Poe is shuffling through his dresser and singing softly, something that Finn vaguely recognizes. He thinks it might be My Chemical Romance but he's not entirely sure. 

"And I know," he slaps his hands twice on the dresser along with the words, "there's nothing I can say, To change that part, To change that part, To change-" he sings the guitar part as he pulls his dresser away from the wall, making Finn roll his eyes. 

"Babe, can you please stop?" he asks softly, giving Poe a look. 

Poe continues humming for a moment at the same volume, if not ever so slightly louder, then stops. "Have you seen my red flannel?" He continues singing, a little softer now. "So many bright lights that cast a shadow, But can I speak, Well is it hard understanding, I'm incomplete."

"God you're so emo," Finn murmurs to himself. 

"What was that?" Poe pops up from where he's climbed behind his dresser, presumably searching for his flannel. Finn knows exactly where the flannel is, but he's not going to tell Poe that because Poe's being an annoying little shit today, and Finn is working on the art of being petty. 

The flannel is buried in Finn's backpack. He would never admit it, but he takes it with him to his least favorite classes. He likes to rub the soft fabric of the collar, to breathe in its smell. 

"Nothing," Finn says sweetly, eyes never straying from his textbook. From the corner of his eye he can see Poe clamber back over his dresser. He pads over to Finn, grumpy and indignant. 

"A life thats so demanding, I get so weak," Poe leans down to kiss the back of Finn's neck, muffling the words against his skin, "A love thats so demanding-"

"You're damn right its demanding-"

"I cant speak," he grins against Finn's neck. "Kiss me."

"In a minute," Finn tries to brush him off but Poe is stuck to him. "Babe I'm in the middle of something."

"But I miss you," Poe complained. 

Poe won't get off him, and as much as Finn loves him, his skin is starting to crawl. "Not right now, I'm trying to concentrate." He can't say it out loud right now, that he's being overstimulated, but he reaches up and taps a rhythm onto Poe's wrist. Tap tap tap. Tap tap tap. It's their code, put in place for when Finn needs some alone time, but doesn't have the strength to say it. 

"Oh," Poe breathes, retreating from his position draped over Finn. "Okay baby," he murmurs. "I'm gonna watch some TV, want me to use headphones?"

"Please," Finn says, giving Poe a tired smile. 

Poe smiles in return, settling down on his bed. "I'll be here when you're ready."

*****

After about two hours of taxing work for his pre med classes, Finn is finally finished. He closes his textbook and stands, stretching out. He ambles over to Poe, sluggish and dazed, rubbing his eyes. He tumbles into Poe's lap, nuzzling his neck. 

"Hey," Poe murmurs, taking out his ear buds and rubbing Finn's back. 

Finn hums, "whatcha watching?"

"Supernatural."

"Ooh!" Finn perks up, looking at Poe. "Can we watch it together?"

"Of course baby," Poe kisses him sweetly, then nudges him to flip over. "What episode were you on?"

Finn leans back against Poe's chest, settling in between his legs. He closes his eyes, thinking hard. It has been forever since they got a chance to sit down and watch the show together. "Um, I think we just watched the one where the lady sheriff's husband and son tried to like, eat her or something?"

"Oh yeah," Poe snaps his fingers and navigates around Netflix on his laptop. "That's one of my favorite episodes," he says. 

"Dude, why that one? Its so… traumatic."

Poe shrugs, "sentimental value I guess, it was on the TV one day and I watched it and, well," he trails off. 

"You decided to watch it from the beginning and became severely emotionally attatched to the characters, immediately becoming obsessed with the show?"

Poe huffs out a little laugh, "you see right through me, don't you?" He kisses Finn's head, pressing play on the episode and bringing his hand over to trace patterns under the hem of Finn's sweater. 

"Yeah," Finn grins, leaning up to kiss Poe, sweet and slow. "I do."

Taglist: @shibasus @kitmarloweki @stormpilotsrus @wheeliebinbyers

[hvmanbeing]

Neopian Gothic III

you are nine when you make your first neopet, and you are fifty six when the Earth is abandoned.

a husk, consumed, now the third desolate rock in a chain of desolate rocks orbiting a star; one, that in of itself, was so tainted by human tampering that staying within the solar system was hazardous.

yet, you quantify your terrestrial lifespan by the age of your digital pets. some would consider that odd, but nowadays you seek nostalgic comfort in anything from Earth.

it’s remarkable that anyone bothered to back up Neopets to the cultural archive servers. you sometimes wonder about the cultural items deemed less worthy than a petsite abandoned in 2040. who’s life work was lost because a website where you can eat literal shit was prioritized?

dwelling on it fills you with some emotion you cant quite name.

you pay it no mind. as you sit at the console in your narrow living space, you access the backup servers and try to log in. passwords are trickier now, it’s hard to get into the mindset you were at when you last joined. the you who lived thirty some odd years ago evidently thought the account’s security was so vital that you changed the it from the password you’ve used your whole life. frustrating.

maybe it was hacked. whatever.

after a few attempts you call it quits. you make a fresh account because, frankly, what else are you going to do in your free time? stare into space? actually work? fat chance.

immediately you look up your old account. everyone is still there. still wearing what they last wore. it’s like looking at a snapshot of your young adult life. sleek, clean CSS on your lookup, marred by the occasional broken image, chunks of corrupted text, but otherwise intact.

your pets are hungry. you wish you could feed them.

you look up the accounts of a few of your old friends. everything is still the same there too, at least for the unfrozen few. you let out a breathy sigh at some of these old usernames. you wonder if they made it off the planet.

clicking away, you are disquieted by the unchanging nature of the site. so much has changed for you, do your pets even experience time?

you chuckle quietly at that last question. Neopets never chased the AI train when it eventually reached the virtual pet market. after the shitshow that was the flash conversion, they never bothered to do any overhauls more complex than a code copy-paste. as you do your dailies, the flashing of webpages loading and unloading between win states wears on your eyes. you look away from the site. the night lighting has been turned on. how long have you been here? clearly your pets don’t experience time any better than you do, you think.

looking back at the console, you linger for a few seconds, before you log off and climb into your bunk.

your pets are hungry. this slips from your mind as you slip from conciousness.

the years crawl on, the emptiness of space makes time stretch relative to the human mind. it’s a lot harder to feel like days have passed when you don’t have a sun, or a moon, or a sky to remind you that time even is a thing.

it has been many years since you’ve thought of your Neopets. you logged on once in a while to check on your new account, play some games, and chat with the few remaining players on the colony’s ships. those days are long gone.

but now, as you’re laying in the medic bay, feeling increasingly weak, a rather unusual thought crosses your mind.

your Neopets are going to outlive you.

for some reason, this thought makes your skin crawl.

but on some basal level, something tells you that you’re not wrong.

days later, when the light leaves your eyes, and the recycled air leaves your lungs, the statement gains truth.

your pets are hungry. you can no longer feed them.

the idea that — after leaving the Earth — a new home planet could be secured used to be something constant, reassuring. years of pop culture and layman science lead everyone to believe it was a simple eventuality.

but it has been 130 years since humanity left Earth, and no planet has been satisfactory.

the population of the colony has sharply declined, those raised in space do not wish to inflict the same strife upon children of their own.

and as time stretches into nothingness, that decline reached it’s natural resting point at absolute zero. there is nobody left aboard the ships. they remain piloted by the on-board AI, who was never programmed to deal with the total collapse of the colony.

they were built to practically run without any humans, after all, so they didn’t even notice when the virtual manifest read as empty.

so they carry on, into the empty vastness of space.

the only evidence that thousands of years are passing by is the ever decaying behaviors of the AI. they feedback on themselves, winding down an endless repeating logic loop. but even when the AI eventually fail, the few ships caught in the larange points of distant stars collect enough energy to remain online.

your pets are hungry. there is no one to feed them.

and so as entropy becomes more violent, and the stars slowly start to blink out of the night sky, there is no one to witness it. except for your pets.

locked in a hibernal state, unable to affect their environment but at it’s total mercy. the eternally undying “dying”. perhaps, were there anyone left, they would observe this truly wretched state. your pets are cursed, purgatorian resident remnants of a civilization dead for millennia.

and yet, they stand stalwart, paragons of eternity. unchanging. despite their fellow sites slowly fading off of the serverbanks as their AI turn cannibalistic, they remain. conceivably, one could argue it was TNT’s refusal to update that ultimately saved them. if they adopted a hokey AI system, maybe they would’ve been released long ago.

the suns they orbit begin to rot. some ships manage to break free as the star’s gravitational pull fluctuates, barely escaping as they self destruct and are reborn as dwarfs.

set adrift in an ever darker space, the distant explosions of star systems offering the only change of scenery, they still persist. gnawing, ever present hunger does nothing to their digital bodies.

when the ships lose power, and become no more than space debris, the pets remain in their serverbanks.

even trillions upon trillions of years later, when the ships remain fetid fixtures in the vaccum of a cold universe, the servers survive. they were built with the intention to last forever, hypothetically, in the hopes that our accomplishments would outlast us in a worst case scenario.

how naive it was, to believe there was anything out there other than us, even more naive to believe that, had they existed, they’d take any interest in what we had to offer.

the pull of black holes begin to draw what remains of the universe into their infinitely dense maws.

the ships and dislodged servers are not immune.

at the end of everything, your pet is still hungry.

they bare witness to the heat death of the universe, the final act of consumption.

someone might find that ironic, if there was anyone left alive. someone else might find it completely inconsequential. they would probably fight about the metaphysical meaning of this event.

as the serverbanks tumble inward, parts being rend from parts, the final physical form of your pets is destroyed, flattened into a molecule thin sheet of raw matter. they don’t even get to see the event horizon.

as the black holes consume one another, there is nothing left. only the most base elements remain; just particles of light, nothing that could be seen as matter.

but.

data, at it’s raw level, is never lost. although what encased it may be gone, the points that made it up still exist within the abstract arbitration of the universe. finite particles coming into existence randomly arrange themselves in a pattern that resembles the binary code of your pets, before casting themselves out of existance once again. for the briefest of femtoseconds, it is as though your pet still lives. this happens, sporadically and increasingly rarely, as the universe cools to a consistent temperature.

then finally. after an inconceivable time since your death;

the universe is empty. and your pets are hungry.

[watermonkey0]

4th Point of Contact *Preview*

Preview of Mission Report #1 of ‘4th Point of Contact’ (Do Kyungsoo x Harper Hasagawa)

Please let me know what you think with notes and comments! @trinitysroses

“Never cut a tree down in the wintertime. Never make a negative decision in

a low. Never make your most important choices when you are in your worst

moods. Wait. Be patient. The storm will pass. The spring will come.”               

--Robert Schuller

The world was a drenched grey scale, tilted on its axis, hanging skewed on the scale of forever. The balance was off. I felt it, the rocks felt it, the sea felt it. We were lost in the shift, forgotten between the strands of this new fabric of universe we’d found ourselves in. I didn’t fit in here, the island under my boots didn’t piece together here, the ocean roiling before me would never be calm here. It was a tempest, crashing against the cliff, crashing against my heart, the pieces left of it. We competed to see who was loudest in this new truth, and I think I won. The whirlwind ripped out of me with enough force to shatter the canted rocks, to silence the ravaging sea. I was more than them, but I was less than nothing. There was no way to tell if the rain hitting my face was from the sea, from the sky, or from me. But it pounded into my skin, each drop a punch. Let them come! I wanted it, I wanted them to wash off this illusion, strip away this lie, because it wasn’t real, it couldn’t be.

“Hello?” The voice said, and the ocean fractured---

I woke with a jolt.

“Harper? Harper!” My mother was screaming as Fall Out Boy was blaring through the speakers of my phone.

Strange, I thought as I rolled out of bed. It had been at least six weeks since I’d dreamt of that night. Memories were funny things, but dreams were worse. I’d done well for the past few months, avoiding any unnecessary triggers, but who knows? Maybe it was because ‘Thnks fr th Mmrs’ was playing on a loop and I still hadn’t answered the phone.

“Harper! Will you turn that down already!” She yelled again from downstairs.

“Okay okay!” I hollered back, grabbing the iPhone from the dresser and swiping the green button without even looking to see who it was. “Hasagawa.” I answered with a yawn. Enough time had passed that I no longer screened my calls, not that anyone but my mother called my anyway, but my heart always beat a little bit faster in those first few moments. Because, what if…

“Sergeant?”

I pulled the phone away from my face, gaping at the massive mistake I’d just made. The caller ID listed a  +81 country code, prefecture 98--Naha. “Sergeant? Are you there?”

“K-Kojima?” I mouthed. The ghosts seemed to be out in full force today as I dropped to the edge of my bed. I didn’t even have a bra on, I hadn’t even brushed my teeth! It was too early for this!

“Yokatta! You finally answered! I’ve been calling all day.” A morning of muffled Patrick Stump seemed a likely enough explanation for my mother’s mood, but still, it was like two am in Okinawa--I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and sucked in a horrid realization: 13:15 blinked at me in big block numbers, and I practically threw my phone.

“Ohmygod! I’m late for work!” I screamed and flew around the room, grabbing pants, forgoing the bra, screwing the toothbrush.

“What? Sergeant? Hello?” Kojima’s tiny voice squeaked from the speaker in my hand, but I ignored it. One boot after the other, I tumbled down the stairs. I heard mom in the kitchen, and figured I was late enough to yell at her and not cause any more damage than I already had.

“Why didn’t you wake me up!” I howled as I stormed through. She was unphased, chopping vegetables on the kitchen island like I howled all the time. I clocked the knife but assumed she’d let me get fired first before she used it.

“What would I wake you up for?” She asked nonchalantly, decapitating a carrot that I envisioned my face on.

“Uhh, my job?” I hissed as I snatched a smoothie from the fridge and b-lined for the garage door.

“Oh they called this morning.”

My heels clicked together in a halt. My back was turned to her but I could tell she’d been waiting all day to have this conversation, just by the way she was massacring those veggies. Not to mention her answering my phone while I was asleep! Without giving away my temper, I rolled my neck and backtracked to the otherside of the kitchen island. We stood face to face, and I tried my very best not to follow through with my reflex to disarm her first.

“And?” I said through my teeth.

“They said don’t bother.” She wrinkled her nose as she said it, like it was only a matter of time, like it wasn’t my third job this month. I let my head fall at her casualness. “Besides,” she went right on, scooping up her murder victims and throwing them in a stew pot, “you have a job.”  

“Moooooom.” I drowned in the syllable of her. Surely people would understand if I just threw her in the pot, right? She was nosey, and pushy, and constantly--

“Shouldn’t you be taking that call?” She used her butcher knife to point at the still ticking call on the face of my cell phone, ignoring my wail.

“Shit.” I muttered as I brought the phone back to front and center. Kojima wasn’t speaking but the timer was clearly still going, he hadn’t hung up.

“Language.” Mom snipped at me as I backed up from the counter.

“I mean shoot.” I corrected snobbishly, but then stopped. “Wait, how did you know he was…?”

“I'm looking forward to the future, but my eyesight is going bad and this crystal ball, it's always cloudy except for when you look into the past…” She started to sing, and all I could was shake my head.

When I was back in the safety of my room, I took a deep breath and put the phone back to my ear.

“Kojima?”

“Your mother has a lovely singing voice.” He chimed and I made a face at the wall.

“That is not something I want to hear from you, Private. Now what do you want?” My Sergeant voice came out without my meaning to, and I flinched at the sound of it.

“Well, I have a situation.” He continued easily, because well...he was used to it.

“I’m not in country, haven’t been in--” I quickly started to deny whatever he was about to ask of me, but he cut me off.

“I’m not dumb, Sergeant.” He snorted. “I talked to your mom, I know you’re in California.”

“Then you should already know that I can’t help you.” I fired back, wondering why I bothered to answer this call in the first place.

“My situation is in LA, and I don’t have anyone else to ask. Otherwise I would have called them.” I let that sink in for a moment, the bittersweet taste of clapback.

“Rude.” Was all I could bring myself to murmur, but he heard me.

“No, you just made your stance very clear is all.”

“What situation could you possibly have in LA?” I steered the conversation away from my ‘stance’ and back to whatever it was he wanted. “I thought you didn’t know anyone in the US.”

“It concerns our mutual friend.” The words sounded careful, even over the phone, and they made me frown at myself in the mirror.

“Mutual?” To my knowledge, Kojima and I didn’t have any mutual friends, not in the US anyway.

“If you have the time…” He trailed off, and I figured he wasn’t going to tell me anymore until I made some small amount of commitment. Glancing at the clock with a sigh, I plopped down on the bed and kicked my boots off.

“I guess I do now.”

Two hours later, I found that my 5.11s still fit, which was a relief, and my fingers laced up my combat boots as if it hadn’t been six months since I even looked at them. All in all, I spent most of the time after the call on my hair because, well...that’s a thing. I pulled it up, let it down, pulled it up, and let it down again. No matter what I did with it, it always morphed into a standard issue bun by magic, like the strands knew no other shape. With a frustrated sigh I raked my fingers through it, surrendering to the down do. It would be a matted mess and get constantly stuck to my cap stick, but at least it wouldn’t look uniform.

I proceeded downstairs quietly, hoping she wouldn’t stop me, but knowing that she would. She’d moved on to a different part of the meal she was preparing as I passed by, quiet and small. She saw me meander through though and paused long enough for us to lock eyes. Then I watched as she took in my gear: the boots, the tactix pants, the pack, the rods.

“Off to work then?” She asked, her voice a cheery imitation of what I knew to be true going on under the surface. Her expression was grave, despite her pleasant question. It was the face she used to make before my deployments; the disconnect of what she was feeling and what she knew to be right. She hated when I went to battle, it reminded her too much of my dad, but she still believed, even when I didn’t, that I was a soldier through and through. But this wasn’t exactly a sanctioned mission.

“Will you bail me out?” I asked sarcastically, hoping to lighten the mood, but she responded with,

“Absolutely,” without hesitation. I cleared my throat, not knowing what else to say, but her eyes were insistent.

“Well, I’m grabbing a train.” I pursed my lips and started for the door.

“To where?” She asked and I winced.

“...South.” I hated this part; the part where she wasn’t allowed to know anything; the part where we left her over and over again without telling her where we were going. When I looked back to see how bad it hurt this time, her face was surprisingly resolute. She looked like she always look: proud, strong, destroyer of vegetables, worried... “Don’t wait up.” I nailed in softly before escaping out the door.