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mysicklove · 7 months

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋

DAY 7: FEMINIZATION

With: Yuuji Itadori

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: sub! yuuji, gn! reader, men in skirts/feminine clothing, yuuji being shy and embaressed the entire time, teasing reader, praise, reader refers to him as a "she" and "her" throughout the entire thing, handjob

A/N: In my head i see yuuji to be very shy when it comes to sex. ppl most likely dont see him this way, so it may be ooc of him. idk u tell me.

“Is this really necessary?”

You grin, freaking out on the inside, but trying to hold your composure. Dark eyes flicker to yours, and he pouts, tugging at the fabric with nerves.

You managed to convince Itadori into wearing the cutest pink short skirt, so short that his tip peeks out from below the fabric, and he's uselessly pulling it down to try to cover it. He wears a white v-neck tank top, that slightly exposes his chest due to the lack of cleavage he possesses. And finally, you convinced him to wear white frilly thigh highs.

His face matches the skirt, and he's gulping under your gaze. “Its embarrassing,” he complains lowly, padding his way over to you. He stands in front of you while you sit on the edge of the bed, looking up at him. Your hands drag over the soft fabric, admiring the texture, and rubbing it between your thumb and pointer finger.

“Soft,” You mumble, leaning forward and resting your head on his hip. He jumps slightly when he feels you just graze his groin. The boy reaches his hand down and rests it on your head, petting it with a blush on his face.

“My pretty girl.”

He uses the other hand to cover his eyes, a wobbly smile on his face. “I’m not a girl,” Yuuji replies, looking away from you as his body begins to heat up.

You grin at him, and move backward on the bed, pulling him forward toward you. You rest your back against the headboard and pat your lap, signalling for him to sit on it. He pauses, and then shakes his head. “Cmon, sit Yuuji.”

“I'm too heavy,” He replies, playing with his hands a little nervously.

You grab them and pull them forward, sending him stumbling forward and into your lap. He quickly maneuvers himself to straddle you, not letting his entire weight on you. He didn't mind having to hold himself just slightly up, he rather that then to be nervous of him accidentally hurting you. “Aw, you are showing,” You say, smiling at his lap.

The skirt must have flipped upward with his movements, because now his cock is on full display. It's hard, and throbbing against the pink fabric. He pulls the skirt down immediately, hands moving to cover it as quickly as possible.

You pout at him, hands moving on top of his. “Wanna see your pretty cock. Bet it will look so cute with your outfit,” You murmur, pressing your lips to his chest, covered by the thin tank top.

His ears burn, and his eyes flicker to yours. “You're being so weird,” He half-heartedly complains, gulping when he feels your mouth bite one of his nipples.

“Can't help but be a perv to my cute little girlfriend.”

He lets out a small whine, arm raising to cover his face. It's so rare for him to be flustered, usually pretty confident in his position in bed, but the second he tries something new he seems to crumble under your gaze. It was cute, watching your usual puppy like boyfriend turn shy. “B-Boyfriend…And I'm not cute, nor little,” He uselessly reasons to you, fidgeting with anything his hands can find.

You pull back his skirt before he could process your movements. Yuuji lets out a small yelp, and tries to cover himself, but you move his hands away. “Hmmm, don't know, your girl cock seems to get excited whenever I mention the word girlfriend,” You tease, rubbing a finger up his shaft, as his face heats up.

“G-Girl cock? Stop it,” he whines, gripping onto your waist with a pout. It gives you a view of his chest, and you hum, dragging your finger over his right nipple. He doesn't say anything, letting you do what you want, even if he jumps lightly from when you gently pinch him.

Eventually when you grow bored, and his cocks begins to leak, you move your hand to his mouth. He makes eyecontact with you, asking for confirmation, so you nod, and he moves himself toward the cupped palm and spits in it.

You coo at him, and he shakes his head, pulling away from the hand, and watching as you move it down to his dick. Your now wet hand begins to stroke him off, him twitching in your hold, trying not to get too excited and blow his load too fast.

“Look Yuuji, you are so wet.”

He sighs, and without realizing the meaning behind it, nods at your words. You in return kiss his cheek, using your other hand to rub your hands up and down his chest. “Such pretty tits. So big.”

“B-Been working on my chest for a bit,” He whispers and you can't help but laugh. He wasn't lying though, over the years you've known him, his frame has gotten bigger, and with it, his pectoral muscles.

He groans, eyes falling shut, and unconsciously leaning deeper into you. More of his weight falls on your lap, but you don't mind, focusing solely on your hands traveling his body. “Is it okay if I cum?”

You chuckle at him, teasingly pinching one of his nipples. “So soon?”

He whines at the words, feeling the familiar blush creep upon him. No matter how many times you've done it, he always gets uncharacteristically shy, and way too excited. It was like you were fucking a virgin, but you always found it cute, how the second the two of you fall into bed he can barely look at you. “Sorry.”

Your hand picks up the pace, and he slumps against you, eyes hazy as he approaches his high. “It's alright. You feeling good, pretty?”

He begins to pant into your neck, his breath warm, and his pink hair brushing against your shoulder. “Mhmmm. W-Wanna cum, please.”

You nibble on his ear, and whisper, “Tell me about how pretty you are.”

His first reaction is to shake his head and deny you, embarrassed by this entire thing, but he knows that he will cum better with your approval. So he gulps, and nods, before mumbling a weak, “I think I am pretty.”

You run a hand through his pink hair. “What is pretty about you?”

He whines your name, eyes traveling up to meet yours. Itadori continues to frown, even with his breathy moans from the stroke of your hand. You focus on the tip, rubbing your thumb around his slit, and he gasps, eyes slightly rolling back. “My–My….Body?”

You pull down his tank top, kissing his chest, and then his neck. “Super pretty. Looks so good in the cute clothing, right?” He nods, mostly out of habit, but you don't say anything, just humming for him to continue.

It's getting harder for him to think, but he needs to go quickly, because he is getting closer to cumming with each passing second. His hips begin to rock into your hand. “Um…My face?”

"One of the reasons that you are so loveable," You compliment, planting a kiss to his lips, and when you pull away, he tries to follow, looking away with a red face when you snicker at him. “One more, then you can cum.”

He tries to think about something, but the sound of your hand squelching up and down his cock is getting him distracted. He begins to stare at himself getting stroked, panting from directly above it. He grips onto the fabric of the pink skirt, and then looks back at you. “My dick?”

“She is so pretty. And look at all the attention she is getting.” Referring to his cock as a “she” makes him twitch, and he wants to hide his face again. Some part of him feels humiliated by it, and with the humiliation, came arousal.

“Y-Yeah. Um, can I now? I’m really really close,” Yuuji pleads, making eye contact with you, and leans in so close that his lips just graze your own.

You nod at him, smiling. “Go ahead lovely.”

He nods, pressing his lips to yours for about ten more seconds until his breaths become heavier, and his orgasm hits him. He trembles, pulling away from your mouth to bury his fingers into his skirt. Small moans are released, and you stroke him through it all, watching as the white liquid stains the pink fabric. “Good girl. Doing so well,” You coo through it all, and he tries to nod, but fails.

A couple seconds go by, and he's come down from his high, trying to catch his breath. You wipe away his cum with a rag, smiling when his body jerks slightly from overstimulation. “That was…Nice.”

“Yeah? You seemed to be pretty embaressed.”

He laughs lightly. “No, I definitely was. Being called a girl feels…weird. No offense to girls! I like girls a lot! Just I am a boy, so it's just–weird!” He stammers out, returning back to his usual chatty and upbeat behavior.

You laugh at him and he grins at you. “But I didnt mind it…It was fun.”

“Next time we should put you in makeup and panties,” You say, raising your eyebrows suggestively.

His eyes widen and his ears burn with embarrassment. “Panties? H-How? I am a guy, I can't wear girls underwear!” He exclaims, grabbing onto your shoulder lightly to get his point across.

You chuckle at him. “I know plenty of guys who wear girls underwear,” You lie, knowing that it will trigger some sort of reaction.

And you were right, he immediately finds himself feeling jealous. “What? You have seen guys in panties? Why havent you told me about this. You can't just say that! Who have you seen?”

You play into the joke, pushing him off of you with a grin, and turning over, looking at the opposite wall. “Can't tell you. It's a secret.”

He shakes your body to try to get you to look at him, “Secret? Hey! Don't go to sleep, this is important!”

And by the end of it all, you convinced him to wear panties under his skirt next time.

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lulureadsandwrites · 2 months

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Hmmm.... How would Alastor realize he has begun to feel a sort of... affection for a reader? (Basically he's developing feelings and he realizes it).

hii this is my first work for alastor so forgive me if it's a little ooc and if you guys have any tips or requests, please let me know :))

Alastor Falling For the Reader

pairing; alastor x (gender not specified) reader warning; ooc alastor (probably), a little bit of angst if you squint, cannabalism (its alastor what do you expect), blood, no dialogue (is that a warning?) perspective; 2nd person, in the eyes of alastor though if that makes sense?

so you first joined the hotel because of charlie

you weren't a parent per se to charlie, but you stepped up after lilith left to god knows where

(literally, god knows.)

and when lucifer was quite neglectful

so after getting you settled into your own room charlie wanted to introduce you to everyone

she had called a meeting to everyone in the main parlour

the reason alastor was so interested at you at first wasn't your kindness, or charisma, or even your charming smile

as much as he thought it was nice

it was your colour pallet

yes, as weird as it was, you were the only one in the hotel with blues and purples in your hair, outfit and makeup.

since the vision spectrum of a deer was limited to cooler colours and hell was filled with reds, blacks, and pinks it was refreshing for him to see something other than black and white

after a deft introduction from himself and quite a sloppy one from the others should he add, you all were spread around the bar drinking your respected drinks

and after a solid and quite warm welcome, you headed to your room and off to bed

the reason you and alastor grew close was because of your shared love of jazz music

there was no one else in the hotel who enjoyed the genre so it made you a bit more tolerable to him

as the weeks turned into months, you had grown close with most of the original people in the hotel

though, you couldn't find yourself getting close with angel

nothing against him of course, it was just hard to find common interest with him

personally, i don't see alastor falling easily, so it would take a lot, and i mean A LOT so idk what you did but congratulations

as yours and alastors platonic relationship grew, so did the want to be even closer with you

he was very up in your personal space and you couldn't say that you didn't like it

when he realised he wanted a romantic relationship with you he short circuited

let me expand, you two were enjoying dinner in one of the dinning rooms that had come with building up the new hotel

alastor was enjoying his weekly venison heart and you were indulging in some red wine and VERY MUCH COOKED deer

you had told him something about texture issues but he wasn't really paying attention to the words that came out of your mouth

he was more so just watching the way you slightly smiled while talking to him

anyways, as you had finished your meals, you had realised alastor had some blood dribbling from his mouth

you had tried to get him to wipe it off but he couldn't quite get it

so you had walked up in front of him and wiped it off with your thumb

not just that you had licked your thumb clean

in a twisted way, that was just really attractive to him

as soon as he realised his attraction to you he had to quickly excuse himself

after these newfound emotions that he had registered as love he ignored you

yeah, probably not the best move on his end but to be fair, he had never fallen in love before so that was his immediate reaction

he saw his affection for you as a weakness

you tried to talk to him?

oh apologies he has that thing he has to do since he's an overlord

and it was frustrating you, a lot

after a full week of him ignoring you, he decided to get advice from the best person he knew

rosie

when rosie had told him off for ignoring you, he knew he fucked up

not sure why that's would it took

she had told him that love shouldn't be seen as a weakness but a tool that he could utilise to make himself stronger too

basically out for love but in rosie's style lol

so when he came back to the hotel, he went to your room and knocked on the door

you had reluctantly let him in to explain himself

and while he didn't outrightly admit his feelings for you, it was pretty obvious

after a kiss on your hand, and a very long spiel of how sorry he was, (bro is down BAD i swear) you had forgiven him

now the next hurdle was trying to bring himself to ask if he could court you.

AHH FIRST HAZBIN HOTEL POST!!! PLEASE LEAVE MORE REQUESTS I LOVE THEM <3333

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor the radio demon #the radio demon #charlie morningstar #hazbin alastor #fanfic #x reader #headcanons #hcs #ooc alastor #alastor hartfelt #the radio demon x reader

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mazestars · 2 years

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A/N:

Hi my name is Mazestars, and this is my first fanfic of Keisuke Baji, I wanted to write something for his birthday, so here we are.

Happy birthday Keisuke, and also this will be a series, this is a female reader x Keisuke Baji, I hope you enjoy.

🫥Prologue 🫥

Keisuke Baji x Fem reader

Location: school corridors.

Time: 3:11 PM

“Keisuke pleaseeee come with us to the new cafe after school, there’s some cute girls who wanna hang with you, there’s one girl who’s a real cutie and she totally has the hots for you”, Ryusei whines skipping behind the black long haired male, trying to entice him to join.

Ryusei shudders, stopping in his tracks.

The cold glare that gleams from the bronzed eyed black silky haired male makes Ryusei stop talking.

“I said no”. And just like that the conversation ended.

“Oh well I tried, he’s a hard guy to convince”, Ryusei shrugs, “who’s hard to convince?” Chifuyu questions taking out his shoes from his locker.

“Ya know Keisuke, I invited him to hang at the new cafe after school with some girls, but as usual his royal stubbornness, said no”, Ryusei sighs shrugging his shoulders.

“Oh, who’d you know he’s not busy, he could be training for the football ⚽️ match that we have coming in the next 3 months, I mean Toman is going to the big international football leagues ya know.” Chifuyu suggest while taking out his manga from his locker.

“Practice? We basically practiced for the whole day, as we do everyday, I think there’s something more to this, I feel like he’s hiding something”. Ryusei scratches his chin.

“Just drop it Ryusei, Baji will get mad, anyway what cafe are you going to?” Chifuyu closes his locker, he stands up and quickly and carefully stuffs his shoes and manga into his bag.

“The pearl Kat cafe, I didn’t invite you so don’t bother asking if you can come with me”. Ryusei grins waving Chifuyu off.

Chifuyu’s eye twitches.

“You jerk! I never asked for an invite in the first place! Anyway!”. Chifuyu stomps away in a flushed state of both frustration and annoyance.

“Your so easy to set off Chifuyu, how adorable”, Ryusei gushes.

Location: Baji’s residents, in the kitchen.

Time: 4:03 pm.

Keisuke drains the peyoung Yakisoba noodles from the water, Keisuke stops what he’s doing.

“Hmmm, I- tch”.

Keisuke puts they peyoung Yakisoba on the side of the counter next to the sink, before he heads off to the front door.

The sky that was once bright and blue, now dims grey, indicating that rain is on its way.

Slowly the droplets of rain begin to fall like the sounds of patters of a drum, and just in a few seconds, VWOSH! The rain crashes down heavily.

Keisuke starts to run.

“Shit it’s raining heavy, I wonder if she will be mad at me?” Keisuke thinks to himself, he’s not too far from her house, just 2 minutes away, or less.

Side note: readers pay attention! here are the list of features.

(S/C)- skin colour.

(H/T)- hair texture.

(H/L)- hair length.

(H/C)- hair colour.

(E/C) - eye colour.

(B/S)- body shape (not adding yet).

Keisuke thinks about her smile, her (S/C) illuminating against the light, the way how she styles and wears her (H/T) (H/L), the sound of her voice, when she’s having a conversation with him.

Keisuke walks up to her apartment, looking through her bedroom window to check to see if she’s there, he spots her, she’s ready to walk out of her bedroom door.

Keisuke starts to tap on the window hoping that she will hear, his tapping and not mistake his tapping for the heavy rain that is pouring down.

She quickly turns around, hearing the tapping against her window that belongs to Keisuke, a warm smile spreads across her face, when she is met with Keisuke standing at her window.

She quickly runs towards her window, opening it as quick as possible.

“Kei, you came back, look at you, your completely soaked”. She smiles softly, brushing his hair.

“Meow”.

Meanwhile at, the Baji residents. Extra.

“Keisuke, I’m home!” Ryoko hollers, while taking off her shoes at the front entrance.

“Hmm? He doesn’t seem to be home just as yet.” Ryoko stands up, after neatly putting her shoes away, she makes her way into the kitchen.

“That little shit left the kitchen light on agai-“, Ryoko stops her rant for a second, to see the peyoung Yakisoba noodles thrown half way down the kitchen sink drain.

Her eye twitches, the flames burn from her brown orbs, steams flairs from her nose.

“Keisuke Baji! I’m gonna beat your ass when you get home!”.

Chapter 1 coming soon.

Book title reveal

Just one wish Kei.

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mondaymelon · 1 year

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baking classes for a so-called genius pt 2 (mizuki, rui, and nene besties fic!)

warnings! wholesome... again? mentions of social anxiety i guess? ...and blackmail...? (pt 2)

(a/n) pt 2 of a gift for @pjsk-writin!! enjoy ✩ reminder that requests are open!!

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"For I have devised a class!! Let's start some baking classes for our so-called genius!!" ⁺˖ ⁺˖ ⁺˖ ⁺˖ ⁺˖ ⁺˖ ⁺

"Rui, you don't even know how to stir the batter??" Mizuki seemed horrified as she watched the said male's movements.

"Aren't you supposed to be the one who's teaching me?" Rui retorted, parting the mixture more vigorously than before.

"It's hopeless, Mizuki. Emu tried once." Nene shrugged, looking up from her flashing game console wearily.

"You can't talk - all you're doing is sitting in the corner and playing who knows what." As he said it, the male lost his grip on the spoon, causing flecks of cupcake batter to be splattered all over his shirt. "Great."

"That's why I said to wear an apron!" Mizuki angrily chided, grabbing a paper towel and handing it to Rui. "This would've never happened if you weren't so stubborn."

Rui blinked, wiping off the mixture on his clothes. "...Mizuki... the apron you wanted me to wear was literally pink all over with lace and frills and a literal stitched on heart in the middle."

"Are you insulting my handiwork? I hand-sewed that, you know?"

Nene let out a little sigh in the corner. "Just give in, Rui, you aren't winning this."

Rui stayed silent for a moment, contemplating all the choices he had made in his life that had led him to this moment, before hesitantly taking the apron off the wall and holding it up to himself. His face was burning, dusted with red as he stared down at it. "Really?"

"Yes, really! Now you put that on gratefully, and then we can continue this without any more mess-ups! Although I highly doubt that..." Mizuki nodded energetically, smiling vengefully at Rui. "On it goes, now!"

Rui looked practically dead inside as he hesitantly tugged it on himself, golden eyes staring at the ground awkwardly. "There." The ruffles on the dress of the apron swayed as he placed his hands on his hips defiantly.

Click.

The purple-haired male spun around, first glancing at Mizuki before turning to Nene, who had her phone held up, busy taking photos of Rui in his new outfit. "Hey...!"

"Blackmail." Nene shrugged simply, putting the phone back in her pocket before Rui could reach it. "Don't worry, I won't show it to Tsukasa. Probably."

Mizuki giggled from where she stood, taking a couple photos herself. "We're just saving them for future purposes!" She explained nonchalantly, dodging swiftly as the male lunged for her phone. "Now, you'll listen to my instructions, or I'll accidentally somehow leak this photo onto social media. Ah~ wouldn't that be a shame~" The pink-haired girl smirked, sticking her tongue out of the flushed Rui.

"Ugh... Let's just get this over with." Rui sighed, obviously exasperated. "And why isn't Nene helping?"

"Because Nene can actually bake, unlike you. No more complaining." Mizuki tutted, re-handing Rui the spoon that she had taken earlier. "Now instead of doing whatever you were doing, you want to fold the batter instead to keep the air inside. That way, the cupcakes won't have the texture of well... dust."

"...Alright."

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"Oh! Are they done baking now?" Mizuki silenced the egg timer, peering into the oven excitedly.

(there was an attempt to photoshop oh god help me what have i done to mizuki)

"Hmmm... they didn't rise much..." Mizuki pouted, gazing at the muffins in the oven. "That's strange."

"Rui probably did something wrong." Nene helpfully noted from where she sat in the corner, busy playing Pokemon Violet on the switch that had seemingly materialized.

"What- Hey! Why is everyone being mean to me today??"

"It doesn't matter all that much either way, I'll just leave them inside there for maybe five or so minutes, and then maybe we'll have some decent cupcakes." Mizuki shrugged nonchalantly, resting the egg timer but leaving the oven light on. "We'll prepare some icing and sprinkles and all of that good stuff and then sell some of the finished cupcakes to the people visiting Phoenix Wonderland! How does that sound?"

"Fine by me."

"..."

"Nene...?"

"I-I'll... I'll have to talk to strangers...?"

"I mean yeah-"

Thud.

"Waah! Rui, help!!! Nene's fainted!!"

-- end of part 2.

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cararolime · 8 months

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13 septembre 2023

In honor of officially reaching the one week mark of my stay here in France, I will be rating all of the new foods I've tried while being here. (And this is no hate against my host mom, she's an amazing cook and I'm so grateful for everything she's done for me during my stay here :))

1.) Salmon - 3/10

Wrote on my forms that I hated seafood, but was served salmon on the first night. Honestly, it wasn't the worst thing ever. What WAS the worst thing ever, was the lemon-y cucumber concoction that it was served with. *shiver* I feel like I got the worst out of the way eating that meal first.

2.) Mushrooms - 6/10

I knew I didn't like them going in but I've been served them multiple times and honestly? Not terrible. They don't seem to have a huge flavor and everything I've eaten with them in it must have masked them pretty well. Most of the points subtracted here are for its weird texture.

3.) Cantaloupe - 4/10

My dad buys cantaloupe often but I've never liked it. My host mom has given it to me many times and I obviously eat it as to not be rude. I have to take a sip of water after every slice but despite how much I dislike it its definitely not the worst thing that could be served to me.

4.) Ham and cheese galette - 5/10

I've had two; one that was just ham and emmental cheese and one that had ham, cheese, mushroom, tomato, and probably other things. Both were eh. Wouldn't mind eating it again just because it could be worse.

5.) Whatever it was my host mom made for dinner two nights ago - -2/10

Let me set the scene. I walk into the dinning room and on the table there is... something. It is long, bright green, and spongey like a cake. It is hot and has chunks of what I believe was salmon. A mysterious liquid seeps out the bottom and onto the plate. It smells and tastes like a reheated microwave hotdog that has been sitting in an open package in the refrigerator for too long. The texture, as expected from the observation from before, is like a very moist sponge cake. I did not feel very good after dinner.

6.) Ratatouille- 6/10

Idk what that food critic was on in that movie, ratatouille is not that great lol. I'm starting to think I just don't like a lot of vegetables. Hmmm.....

7.) Tirimasu - 11/10

I LOVE TIRIMASU!!!!!! SOO GOOD!!!!

#language learning #studyabroad #french #france

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nightfury-2001 · 1 year

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I just saw Thunder's family and oh my god, how did they manage to make it worse? It's like they took all the criticism people have for Toothless and the Light Fury, put them into Thunder's family and managed to fuck that up too! The mother looks like some kind of cow dragon, the babies are straight up dead eyed copies of Night Light fan art and a Dart clone and the father, oh they tried to make him look cool but he looks so cheap.

It's like they're trolling us at this point LMAO.

"Okay guys we need to make Thunder's family! Oh the fans want a Night Light with more Light Fury features? Okay! We'll give them one but she's going to be the only one confirmed to be female and she's going to be the mom. She's going to have literal eyelashes because we don't have the technology to give her glittery pink hearts on her forehead like the Light Fury has and well we need everyone to know she's a girl. Her proportions are also going to be extra wonky even when compared to the other modern Night Lights. Oh yeah and her mate, the dad, is going to also be a Night Light (just ignore the implications of this!!!). He's going to look even uglier than Thunder and have even stranger features for a supposed Night Light to have that make it look like he has a Monstrous Nightmare ancestor or something but whatever we need him to look cool.

Oh yeah and we gotta give them cute kids, everyone will love the unique and interesting characters Not-Ruffrunner, Not-Dart, and Not-Pouncer! We'll make a new model for them that somehow makes them look even more fucked up than the original Night Lights but hey at least they'll kinda sorta have snouts. They'll also all look the exact same except for their markings and eye colors (just like the original Night Lights - there's even three lol lmao) because we can't be bothered to remove a set of ear plates from one of them.

Hmmm, what if we also make an awesome elder Night Light that's the leader of the family? With the same terrible proportions of the other modern Night Lights, odd features such as three randomly placed sets of tail fins, the crustiest looking texture you've ever seen, and the same boring "lol cat" markings that basically all the other Night Lights have, this powerful and respected dragon is sure to become a fan favorite. Also yes he has to be male because god forbid we make a giant ancient female Fury."

...okay this is the saltiest thing I've written in a while but damn do I hate the new TNR Night Lights lol. Thunder was bad enough but ugh the new ones are somehow even worse!

(Though I will say that if you ignore the terrible model, Splattertail (aka the Pouncer ripoff) has markings that are kinda fun and interesting.)

#the nine realms salt #httyd salt #the nine realms criticism #httyd criticism #reply #anonymous

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leatherbookmark · 6 months

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thoughts!!!

(not necessary and way too long, since the preview, even instrumental, is bomb, so "wow!!!!!" would be perfectly enough as a reaction, but i have thoughts and i must scream)

first of all, right off the bat it kinda hits you how synthy this album is! and not in your typical "okay, apparently synthpop is in fashion again, we gotta do synthpop now to get views and sales" way! the synths are there for flavour, not to Be A Retro Song. of course these are just snippets, but!

we know -- sounds like an intro to some video game, haha. i wonder if it's the intro to the song as well, or perhaps a rap part morphing into prechorus/chorus? probably the former, hmmm.

emergency -- oughhhhh the Texture... very coarse! very rough and grainy! the growly BWANG-BWANG noises are kinda exciting. the sound fits the name!

crazy form -- YOOOOO moombahton beats!! nope, sorry, i'm adopting her, she's mine, i KNOW this song's gonna fuck (though what atz title hasn't fucked), ahhhh if bouncy was "spicy", then crazy form is definitely "hot". sounding like this, in december?! heart eyes.

arriba -- huh! they definitely haven't tried this sound before! i'm excited, although not as much as for the other group songs. we'll see!

silver light -- WHAT DID I SAY!!! my girlfriend. my wife. okay, this one sorta IS the obligatory synthy song, i was wrong before, but who cares!! take me home was amazing, cyberpunk was amazing, new world was amazing, silver light's sound is lighter (well.) and more airy, but still has this aura of melancholy i'm such a slut for when it comes to hashtag retro synths. kissing her

crescent pt. 2 -- okay, this is an instrumental, but i think it's going to be an instrumental i'm Not going to skip/going to actively LIKE listening to rather than just enjoying it passively. they POPPED OFF and i bet this thing is barely one minute long. paired with the visual, it sounds unsure and sad, and then! and then! the last part sounds like something straight out of LOTR's soundtrack!!! who the hell does that!!! (laughing because deukae's last full album also had an incredible instrumental, except i liked that one more than the title track, which i feel won't happen here but. lol.)

dreamy day -- producer hongjoongggg i usually only nod politely whenever people say that a song sounds TOTALLY like [idol who produced it]'s style, they knew it right off the bat, but the funky bass clangs and the clappy drums sort of sound hongjoongish to me. my favourite song he's produced is horizon, but the others (as well as xikers' discography) show he leans more towards a brighter sound. it doesn't sound out of place, though, but instead rather nicely fits in with other songs, so again, this is boring to say at this point, but i'm excited lol

and now, the weather subunits:

matz -- WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT (fondly amused) the contrast between dreamy day fading out and matz barging in with the appropriately edgier visual being slapped onto the screen cracked me up a little. it's so aggressive! it sounds like staticky fabric feels. at this point i'm sort of apprehensive about cooltough music from people who don't look like it (jimin.......), but then. seonghwa DID audition as a rapper, so this song might as well be him jumping on the opportunity to show off properly! and i'm into that! i have to shamefully admit that when i first heard dreamers, his voice was so low that i thought it was... mingi... and then i watched the mv lol;;;; and it's going to be interesting to see hj rapping along someone who's not mingi! not to mention the lyrics, i just said the instrumental sounds cooltough and perhaps braggy (i've seen others say it sounds like a diss track lol;;; wouldn't it be something? a diss track for the 99s+jongho), but maybe it's something else! either way i think i'm excited looking forward to this subunit song the most hehe

edit: WAIT THERE'S NARRATION??? oh that complicates things, i'm not too fond of narration in songs, but i dearly hope this one won't ruin my enjoyment! i got used to the creaky bed sounds in rock with you, maybe i can get over my narrationhating too. man, what is this song.

it's you -- it sounds... interesting! as opposed to the previous track, this one sounds like it's vocal-centered, which, well, not a surprise, but i mean it in like, a reve way, in that bare instrumentals don't really say the whole truth, and the whole flavour comes out with the addition of the vocals. all three of the guys Have Range, both from smooth, silky lighter stuff to stronger/more aggressive/lower -- i love when san gets growly, for example! wiggling in anticipation. also, the lyrics. is this a gay song, my dear boys? is it

youth -- mingi main producer!!! literally. even when hongjoong gets composing/arrangement credits for songs, he's listed as second or third, but here mingi is first in both the lyrics, composing and arrangement (and he's also credited in midi programming and the chorus!! what can't this man do!!)! the drums sort of remind me of old school hip hop, but the other instrumentals have this sort of... sushi restaurant jazz vibe, haha. it does sound like it might showcase mingi's more sensitive side, lyrics wise! when i was still reading asianjunkie from time to time, the mood over there was kinda "cmon, don't lie, no one cares about the lyrics" but for me it depends -- good lyrics can make a boring song listenable, while bad lyrics can ruin a vocally/instrumentally good one (fucking. bbb by dalshabet. i had to put the instrumental in my "retro sounding kpop" playlist), so so far i'm rubbing my hands like a little fly

everything -- i'm not really a ballad guy unless there's something interesting going on melody and instrumentals-wise, so i sort of assumed this solo would be my least listened to song, but? guitars? there are guitars and not just a sad little piano? just for this the song gets +3 love points from me, lol. this snippet sounds rather soft, though, so i hope the drums will have something more to do later on! the jjong deserves Power (unless, of course, he doesn't want it, in which case i'll gladly accept what he does want to show us ^_^)

fin: will -- oh this sounds big, like the last big and impactful scene in a coming of age movie! there are FOUR guys doing the chorus (aka probably soulful vocals), though i don't know them as well to be able to tell which one's doing these angelic notes. and... there's another narration... it's fine. this album intends to both make me happy And force me to grow as a person. it's alright. i can do it. fighting.

tl;dr *hala hala voice* wow!!!!!

#shrimp thoughts #crossposting to dw as well haha;;;

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picassho-18 · 3 years

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Hi! I saw that you write for Azriel from Acotar. Could you write something for him with number 28. accidental hand touching? If yes, thank you so much, if not thank you anyway!

azriel + accidental handtouches

sorry for how long it took! okay this is pure fluff so plz enjoy!!

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The shadow singer was silent. But that wasn't anything new, you should have been used to it by now. However, you still always felt the need to fill the air with something, pointless chatter, small talk, or long random tangents that you managed to get on because you always got nervous around the silent Illyrian.

Everyone else in the house was always loud. Rhys and Cassian have been and always will be loud troublemakers that never let silence drag on for very long. Feyre was a socially talkative person and easy to talk to, never having to worry about long pauses in conversation. Even Elain, while unexpected, would hum or sing softy when she goes about her business.

But Azriel... He made no noise whats so ever. When you first met him, you tried to hear if he was breathing. Yet even that was so quiet that know you weren’t even sure if he was alive.

You were sitting in the library when he had walked in. He gave you a simple nod, acknowledging your presence before grabbing a few books off the shelves and sitting down a few seats away from you.

All focus flew out your brain, the book you were engrossed in just seconds previously now a scatter of words on paper. If it had been anyone else in the house, you would have been talking instantly. Even if it had been as dull as discussing the weather, anything would have been better then this suffocating silence that Azriel seemed to bring with him.

Maybe it was just because it was Azriel. You did have a teeny tiny thing for the shadow singer, and starting conversations with him always set your pulse racing but he never made it any easier for you.

Clearing your throat, you looked up from the book in your lap, "Hello Azriel. What are you reading?"

He glanced up, his face perfectly blank as he showed you the cover, "History of Hybern."

"Hmmm" you nodded, of course he was reading a history book of all things. If you had to pick one word to describe him it would probably be practical. "Are you reading that for fun?"

"I find history enjoyable." He turned back to his book, and a few moments past as his eyes flickered across the pages. Then he looked back up to you, the slightest bit of guilt shadowed in his face.

You were still looking at him, biting your bottom lip as you tried to figure out how to continue the conversation.

"What are you reading?" He asked. Your eyes widened as you realized this is the first time Azriel asked you a question. While he was never rude, he only ever responded to your questions and most of the time it was only one word answers. He'd never tried to continue the conversation before.

"Um, ah uh..." you fumbled with the book in your hands, and cleared your throat as you showed him the cover of the book you were reading. “It’s a romance novel Nesta recommended.”

He got up, looking at the cover before sitting in the chair next to you.

You froze up a little, watching him helplessly as he went to grab for the book in your hands to see the cover better. You scrambled and moved your hands closer to his to give him the book. His fingers accidentally touched your hands, and he jolted back in a harsh flinch.

“I’m sorry” he said softly, looking down at his scarred hands he let fall into his lap.

“Huh?” you said, completely confused, the book still in your outstretched hand. “What are you apologizing for?”

He refused eye contact while he rubbed his hands. “That my hand touched yours. People have told me my scars have made them uncomfortable.”

You just stared at him while your brain comprehended what he was saying, your outstretched hand slowly moving back to lay the book in your lap.

“Well...” you started off softly, “I think your hands are beautiful.”

You slowly reached your hands out to his, but before you touched them, you looked up to Azriel in question, the question obvious in your eyes.

He slowly nodded, holding his breath and completely frozen as you grabbed his hands.

Cradling them as gently as possible, you slowly rubbed your thumbs across the tops of his hands, gliding across the hardened textured scars smoothly.

“I don’t see how anyone could think anything negative of yours hands. They are a part of you. And I couldn’t think anything negative of you. Well... maybe besides just how quiet you are.”

You giggled softly, not looking at his face, but rather completely absorbed by how his hands felt against your own. Your fingers were now tracing the thicker scars that lined his own, your touch soft as feathers against the rough skin.

Without a second thought, you gathered the pair of beautifully scarred hands, cupping them in your own and brought them up to your face.

You placed a slow gentle kiss to the back of each hand so incredibly tenderly it shook Azriel to his core.

Azriel simply stared at your actions, stunned as all he could focus on was how your soft lips felt against his scars.

You pulled away, still holding his hands, as you gave him a soft smile. Suddenly, your face morphed into horror as your hands flew to your face.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry Azriel, Ah, I huh, didn’t mean to overstep like that...”

The softest of smiles graced his face as he gave a slight chuckle, “There is no reason to apologize. That was...” He paused a moment, looking down at his hands again, trying to ignore how cold that already felt with you not holding them, “That was the first time anyone has held my hands like that.”

You just looked at him, unsure of what to say, before he looked up at you again. Your breath caught in your throat as you noticed the growing smile on his handsome face.

“It was nice.” He said simply. Always a man of few words.

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masterlist

#azriel x reader #shadowsinger #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #azriel oneshot #request #reader insert #fluff #drabble #azriel acotar #hands #accidental hand touching #gender neutral!reader #gn!reader

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whumpcollector · 3 years

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Lucas Pt.8: The gladiator and the Captain

Hey everyone. Here I am, back at it again with Lucas. There’s a bit of character introduction and set up coming so hopefully ya’ll don’t mind the slower pace. Hope you all enjoy.

CW: Mentions of vomiting

Lucas knelt over a bucket, dry heaving and choking as his stomach churned. Sweat poured down his forehead, his body shaking as another wave of nausea washed over him.

“I am so sorry Lucas,” Jawad said, kneeling beside the boy and patting his back. “I didn’t think you would take to the tincture this poorly...”

Lucas tried to respond, but any attempt at speaking was shut down as another dry heave hit him. Nothing came up, what little food Lucas had in his stomach had long since been expelled. All he could do now was wait for things to pass.

Jawad signed, walking over to his desk and picking up his journal. He scribbled in the pages, shaking his head slightly. He turned back to Lucas. “Do you at least feel like your magic has returned?”

Lucas took his head out of the bucket, holding up a shaky hand and trying to bring forth a flame. Nothing manifested and Lucas had to abandon his attempt as another wave hit him.

“I suppose that's a no then.”

It had been a couple of days since Lucas had first awoken. He had not left Jawad’s tent, the doctor insisting that Lucas remain so he could monitor his recovery. There had been no issues, by all accounts he was healing like any normal person would. Lucas didn’t know how he felt about that. It was good that nothing bad was happening, but it was also...strange. He was used to any injuries he had healing in a few hours at most. The need for bandages, the bleeding, the soreness that came from healing muscle, it all felt unnatural.

He didn’t care to think about whether or not he would need to get used to it.

At last the nausea faded and Lucas was able to pull himself to his feet. He was still shaky, having to brace himself against the table to avoid falling over. Jawad gently grabbed onto his arm, guiding him over to the bed and letting him sit down. He handed Lucas a bowl of water, letting him rinse out his mouth.

“Thank you.” Lucas said, bowing his head slightly. Jawad had so far not been partial to the more overt displays of submission that Captain Edwin had drilled into Lucas. Anything more than an appreciative thanks was dismissed as being ‘unnecessary’. Lucas was grateful that so far these mistakes had gone unpunished.

“No thanks needed Lucas, least of all because I just poisoned you…” Jawad trailed, flipping through his journal some more. “Hmmm, perhaps another potion might work...if only I had something more reliable than my old mentor’s theories.” He turned to Lucas. “Are you certain there is nothing you might know that could lead us in the right direction?”

Lucas thought for a moment, racking his brain before a memory stuck out. “When I was with my old masters I was given a sort of potion once. It, um, it sort of helped my magic after I had used it a lot.”

Jawad’s eyes lit up and he walked over to Lucas, sitting down next to him and focusing on him intently. “What do you remember about it? Taste, texture, smell.”

Lucas tried to recall what he could. Everything before his time with Captain Edwin felt fuzzy, like he was trying to look at it through thick fog. “Um, it was thick...I think? Yes it was a thick liquid and…” Lucas trailed off, trying to remember anything else. “I think...it burned when I drank it.”

Jawad nodded, writing in his journal before responding. “Do you know what it was called? Or where your...old master,” he frowned at the word, “purchased it?”

Lucas shook his head. “No.”

“Any specific taste, any...side effects of the potion?”

“N-no.”

“Do you remember what color it was?”

“It...no.”

“Did it have a particular smell?”

“It...it smelled...sweet?”

Jawad hummed to himself, flipping through the pages of his journal rapidly. After a seemingly unsuccessful search he stood up and walked over to his table, sifting through several thick tomes and other journals. Lucas watched apprehensively, shrinking back as the doctor became more and more frustrated with his search. After what must have been at least half an hour Jawad slammed the book he was holding onto the table, causing Lucas to flinch.

“Well, there are at least a dozen theoretical,” he spat the word out like it tasted of ash, “concoctions and tinctures that help restore the use of magic and share some similarities with what you described, but without any more details I can’t determine which, if any, of the ones in my records match the one you were given.” He pinched his forehead. “Much less if any of them work.”

Lucas bowed his head. “I-I’m sorry for not being of any help, a-and for wasting your time.”

Jawad sighed, walking back over to Lucas, patting the boy on his shoulder. “It's not your fault.” He turned away, crossing his arms and placing a hand on his chin. “Perhaps it's time you introduce yourself to the others in camp. From what I can tell your recovery is coming along fine, and I imagine you’d want to get out of this tent by now.”

Lucas swallowed, his throat suddenly very dry. He had been dreading this, being forced to serve the others in the camp. Jawad had been easy to satisfy so far, and he was just getting used to how to address and act around him. Now he would have to learn all over again, with people likely far less forgiving than Jawad was.

Still, it wasn’t up to him who he did and did not serve.

Jawad must have taken Lucas’s silence as agreement, which it was in a way, and beckoned Lucas to follow him out of the tent. Lucas complied, walking out from under the tent flaps and into the camp itself. He squinted at the sun, the bright light hurting his eyes after so long in relatively dim conditions.

“Ah, Lucas. I see you are on your feet now. That is good news.”

Lucas turned to see Mehrzad approaching him, saber slung over his shoulder and helmet held at his side. He was the only person Lucas had really seen over the past few days, often bringing Jawad food or supplies he requested. He didn’t really talk to Lucas, usually only staying around long enough to drop off what he needed to and say a few parting words to his husband.

“Are you alright?” He asked, looking Lucas up and down.”You seem a bit pale.”

“I am afraid that would be my fault.” Jawad said. “The solution I made had some...unfortunate side effects.”

Mehrzad let out a hearty laugh. “Ah, I see you’ve been on the receiving end of my dear husband’s ‘experiments’. I remember one time when he tried to brew something for stomach pain. I wa-”

“I’M certain Lucas doesn’t wish to hear the, well, gory details of that...” Jawad trailed off with a chuckle. “Why don’t you show Lucas around the camp? I need to convince Jon to let me acquire another batch of ingredients. I’m not sure what they are yet, but I don’t imagine they will be cheap.”

Jawad walked off, healing towards a large tent towards the center of camp. Lucas guessed that was where Captain Jonathon was. Lucas hoped he wouldn’t get too mad at Jawad’s request. Jawad shouldn’t have to get in trouble for his sake.

And Lucas didn’t want the doctor to have any reason to vent his frustrations.

Mehrzad clapped Lucas on the back, causing the boy to flinch slightly.“Well, looks like you are stuck with me for a while. Come, give you the tour.”

Lucas followed dutifully behind Mehrzad as he was led through the camp, head bowed and trailing by a couple of feet. The camp was large, with close to two dozen tents standing and numerous people milling around.

“Most of the people here are temporary hires, we call them ‘temps’. They usually only stick around for a few contracts or long enough to make it to a major city before leaving. You don’t need to worry too much about getting to know them, they’ll be replaced before you can get to remembering their names.”

Lucas grimaced at that. So many different people to get used to serving properly and he’d just have to relearn everything again later. Avoiding mistakes would be impossible. He looked around at some of the passing people. All of them looked imposing. Well built, big (or at least bigger than him), and...violent. A beating from any one of them wouldn’t be fun.

He decided not to think about what it would be like if they chose to gang up.

Lucas was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t realize Mehrzad had stopped walking. The two bumped into each other and Lucas sprung back, shying away and waiting for the reprimand. Mehrzad simply stared at him, confusion on his face. After a few moments of awkward silence, Mehrzad finally spoke.

“Are you alright Lucas?”

Lucas looked up meekly, scanning Merhzad’s face for any sign of displeasure. “Um...yes I am sir. S-sorry sir.”

“Apology accepted?” He cocked his head, studying Lucas before humming to himself. “Perhaps we should rest for a moment, come sit with me.”

Mehrzad sat on a nearby fallen log, gesturing for Lucas to join him. Lucas obeyed and took a seat on the log, just close enough that he wasn’t being disrespectful but not too close for his own comfort. Mehrzad had seemed merciful thus far and Lucas felt like the man would be willing to give this one liberty. The lack of any reprimand confirmed his guess and Lucas let himself relax just a tad.

“So, Lucas, how are you feeling? You seem to be in much better shape, my husband’s experiments aside.”

“Oh. I’m feeling alright. Jawad says that my healing is going normally.”

“That is good news.” Mehrzad reached into one of his greaves and pulled out a small dagger. Lucas tensed, eyeing the weapon warily, but the man simply began to use the tip to clean beneath his fingernails. “If you don’t mind my asking, what were you traveling with that caravan for? From what I can tell you weren’t exactly there of your own desire.” He turned to Lucas, a playful smile on his face. “Am I in the presence of some dangerous killer?”

Lucas looked down at his hands, memories of the attack flooding mind. Scenes of bloody fields and butchered corpses. He felt his throat tighten and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. The bloodstained face of Harold flashed in his eyes and Lucas shook his head harshly, banishing the image before he had the chance to think about it.

“You don’t need to say anything if you don’t want to.” Mehrzad said softly.

Lucas’ head snapped up at Mehrzad’s words. The man had a concerned look on his face, eyebrows narrowed and lips formed into a small frown. Lucas swallowed thickly. “I was a performer for, for two of the men at the caravan.”

“A performer eh?” Mehrzad raised an eyebrow at the answer. “It's a difficult job, pleasing a crowd, isn’t it? You run yourself ragged putting on a show, put everything you have into it only for the slightest mistake to turn everyone against you.”

Lucas looked at the man taken somewhat aback. “Y-yes. It was difficult. My master Harold always made me do better after each performance.”

“Ah, yes. Always have to make it bigger, flashier, more impressive. First you’re fighting a single man, then you’re shoved into a pit filled with a dozen hyenas and given nothing more than a broken spear.” He shook his head, almost as if reminiscing. “I was a gladiator back in my homeland, a rather good one if I may say. Sometimes I can still hear the roar of the crowd in my ears.”

Lucas didn’t know if he should say anything. The two lapsed into an awkward silence as Lucas contemplated possible responses. Mehrzad coughed, fiddling with his dagger before placing it back into his greave.

“What's it like, using magic?”

Lucas started slightly, looking at Mehrzad and frowning. How would he describe it?

“It...hurts.” Merhzad raised an eyebrow but didn’t commnet. “It hurts when I try to use it, like, like I'm lighting a fire inside of my body that burns me. The more I try to do, the hotter it is and if I do too much it...it hurts a lot more.” He paused, looking down at his hands and running his fingers along the leylines. “But, it also feels natural, like it's something I’m supposed to do. Without I...I feel wrong. Like, like I can’t blink or, or move my fingers.”

Lucas sniffled. “I don’t like it.”

Lucas was crying. He hadn’t realized he was until a tear landed on the back of his hand. A shaky breath left him and he wiped at his eyes, trying to regain his composure as best he could. An arm wrapped around his shoulders and he turned to see Mehrzad looking at him sympathetically.

“I can’t imagine what that feels like, losing something so...integral to who you are.” He handed Lucas a small piece of cloth and let home clean off his face. “But don’t worry. You will get your magic back. Jawad, for all of his eccentricities, is brilliant. Whatever the solution is to your problem, he will find it. I assure you.”

Lucas nodded, not trusting himself to speak. The pair sat together as Lucas gathered himself. Close to an hour passed and Mehrzad stood up, stretching his back and gathering his gear.

“I must go, Lucas. I have a contract soon and I am to meet the others for a briefing. You take care of yourself alright?”

With that Mehrzad left, and Lucas was left alone. A sense of unease filled him. What should he do? He wasn’t given any orders or instructions. Was he just supposed to...wander around until someone told him to do something?

Lucas stood in place for a few moments before deciding to do just that. He looked around and decided to walk towards the center of the camp. As he moved he took in his surroundings trying to notice any major landmarks he might be told to go to. As he searched he noticed a woman working at what looked like a giant cauldron. She was busy skinning what looked like a deer. A cook perhaps.

Lucas decided to ask if she was in need of help. Kitchen work was easy and he was decent at it. He probably wouldn’t do anything that warranted punishment.

Not that she would need a reason if she wanted to hurt him.

He started walking towards the woman when he heard someone call out to him.

“HEY! Who the hell are you?”

Lucas turned to see a lean man walking towards him. He stood straight, bowing his head as the man approached. “Haven’t seen you around before. You a new hire?”

Lucas nodded. “Yes sir, my name is Lucas. I am here to serve at your command.”

The man released an eyebrow. “What, really?” He fiddled with the scabbard on his hip before producing a dirtied sword. “You uh, you gonna clean this then?”

Lucas deflated, so much for kitchen work. Still, an order was an order. “Of course sir, if that is what you desire.”

“Shit, well, have at it then.” He dropped the sword into Lucas’s arms.

Lucas grasped the sword carefully, making sure to avoid the blade. He noticed the man walking away and called out after him. “Um, sir, do you know where I could find a rag?”

“Fuck if I know kid, you figure it out.”

Oh. Lucas looked down at the sword, and then at his surroundings. He didn’t see anywhere that might have something to clean with. Maybe he could ask someone. He noticed a woman walking by and tried to talk to her.

“Excuse me ma’am cou-”

“Piss off asshole, I'm not in the mood for chatter.”

She didn’t even look at him as she walked away. Lucas deflated further, looking down at the sword. He needed to get it cleaned soon. If he took too long the owner might get angry. Moving to a nearby fallen log to sit on Lucas began to rub at the sword with his shirt.

The work was slow, with most of the grime coating the blade taking considerable effort to work out. His shirt quickly became stained, with black and brown splotches dotting the area he used to wipe the blade. Just as he was about to finish a group of three other people walked up to him, dirty equipment in hand.

“Hey you, you the kid whose cleaning kit?”

Lucas looked up and nodded meekly. “Yes sir, I am here to serve at your command.”

“Damn, well here, clean this would ya?”

All three of them dumped their equipment at Lucas’ feet before walking off, leaving Lucas with a much larger workload. He sighed, his shoulder slumping at the sight of the pile. Dejectedly he placed the sword against the log he was sitting on and got to work cleaning off a breastplate.

News about his services spread throughout the camp, and before long Lucas had a barrack’s worth of arms and armor waiting for him to clean. After a few pieces Lucas just decided to strip his shirt off, using as much of the fabric as he could. It was long and exhausting work, with the last pieces being cleaned close to sundown. His arms ached from the rubbing and sweat poured down his face. As he hunched over the particularly filthy spear a shadow loomed over him. He sighed internally, something else to clean.

“Um, Lucas. What are you doing?”

Lucas looked up to see Captain Jonathon standing in front of him, eyebrows raised in confusion.

“I am cleaning this equipment, Captain Jonathan.”

“Uh-huh. Why exactly?”

“Because I was told to, Captain Jonathan.”

“Did you...want to clean all this equipment?”

“I am more than happy to serve, Captain Jonathan.”

“Uh-huuuhhh. And you are using your shirt to clean because…?

“I could not find a rag, Captain Jonathon.”

The captain looked down at him like he had sprouted a second head. Lucas squirmed under his gaze, unsure if he had done something to upset the man.

“How...how long have you been cleaning this stuff kid?”

“Um...since midday I believe Captain Jonathon.”

The captain exhaled, placing a hand on his face and shaking his head. “Ok. For the record, don’t go around cleaning everyone's kit alright? Don’t need any of these bastards getting lazier.”

Lucas nodded, quickly dropping the weapon and starting to pull his shirt back on.

“Don’t put that thing on!” Lucas’ eyes shot up to see Jonathon staring at him like he had just stuck his hand into a fire. “It’s covered in dirt and grease, what th- Cathrai above, what's wrong with you?”

Lucas inhaled sharply, dropping the shirt and then falling to his knees, head bowed. “Im-I’m sorry Captain Jonathan. I-I did not mean to upset you.”

Lucas waited, trembling as he heard the man approach. He screwed his eyes shut, bracing himself for a blow to land. Instead he felt a hand lay gently on his shoulder, and looked up to see the captain kneeling down to look at him.

“Hey kid, it's alright. Didn’t mean to snap at you. It's been a long day for both of us. Why don’t you go get cleaned up?” He pointed towards a nearby river. “Go take a bath. I’ll get you some new clothes and make sure Annya saves you some stew.”

Lucas paused for a moment before nodding eagerly. “Yes, Captain Jonathon. Th-thank you for your kindness.”

“No problem kid.” Jonathan stood up, taking the shirt with him and walking away. After a few steps he turned. “Oh and uh, don’t call me ‘Captain Jonathon’, all the time. I imagine it gets a bit tiring .”

“Yes Ca-, yes sir. Sorry sir.”

Jonathan nodded and walked away. Lucas watched him for a few moments before making his way towards the river. It was a fair way away from any of the tents, far enough to give some privacy. Lucas undressed himself and walked into the water. It was cold, but once he was able to wash away the muck and grime that had built up on his skin he felt much better.

After he finished cleaning himself Lucas sank down into the water slightly, letting himself relax. When was the last time he had been allowed to bathe in private? Or without a time limit? He honestly couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter, he was allowed to now. He sank lower, resting his chin just above the waterline. He shouldn’t stay too long. He didn’t want Jonathon to think he was lazy or taking advantage of the man’s generosity. He let himself languish for another minute before pulling himself from the water. The air was cold against his wet skin but he didn’t mind. He hadn't felt this clean in...years probably.

Jonathon was sitting on a tree stump a short distance from the river. His back was to the water, a gesture that Lucas appreciated greatly. The man was carving at a piece of wood with a small knife, whistling a tune that Lucas didn’t recognize. He stopped when he heard Lucas’ footsteps, turning around and picking up a shirt he had laid across his lap.

“You look better kid, here, new shirt for you.”

Lucas took the shirt and pulled it on. It was big, the fabric hung loosely off of his body, but it was clean and warm. “Thank you, sir.”

“No problem kid. I’ll see about getting you some nicer pants too, those things look a little thin.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Jonathan nodded and gestured for Lucas to follow him. The two walked back to the camp, heading towards the center. Several small groups of mercenaries were sitting around a large bonfire, talking and laughing over bowls of food. Lucas saw the lady from earlier, Annya he figured, doling out stew from the cauldron, a small line forming in front of her.

“Take a seat Lucas, I’ll go get us dinner.”

Lucas nodded and sat down on a box placed towards the fringes of the bonfire. Jonathan walked towards the lady, nodding to a few of the mercenaries he passed. Some nodded back, others offered salutes, one asked for the captain to join him and his friends at a game of dice. Jonathon declined and walked up to the cauldron, taking his place in line behind the others.

Lucas watched him, trying to get a read on the man. He seemed well liked by most of the people in the camp. That was a good sign, well liked people don’t tend to dish out beatings for no reason. He fiddled with the collar of his shirt. It was well made, probably the nicest piece of clothing Lucas had ever worn. He was surprised it was wasted on him.

The captain returned with two large bowls of stew, sitting next to Lucas and handing him one of them. “I had Annya give us the big bowls. Perks of being captain.” He pulled a spoon from one of his pockets and handed it to Lucas. “Eat up, you did a lot of work today. More than your share.”

Lucas took the spoon and dug into the meal. It was as good as always. He had been fortunate enough to be allowed meals every day so far, probably to help along his recovery. He hoped that things wouldn’t change too soon, though he had a sinking feeling that they would once he finished healing.

“Annyas a blessing. Before we picked her up we didn’t have anyone who could cook. We ate what preserved crap we could carry and whatever we managed to hunt or forage.” Jonathan shook his head. “Once when we were low on supplies all we had to eat was raw grain and mushrooms for days. I don’t think I've come closer to being killed by my own men.”

The captain tilted his head back, draining the last of the broth from his bowl and placing it on the ground. He turned to Lucas, a serious expression on his face. Lucas paused, placing the bowl in his lap and waiting for the captain to speak.

Jonathan pulled out a small metal medallion shaped like a crown. “You see this? This is the emblem of the Crownsmen - that's the name of our company if you didn’t guess. Everyone who works for me has one, and it serves as a symbol of our unity and camaraderie, of our code. One very important tenant of that code is fairness, everyone pulls their fair share, no more no less.” He pocketed the medallion. “Now you aren’t a crownsman, but you are a guest in our camp, which means that applies to you too.”

Lucas gulped and bowed his head. “O-of course sir. I am more than willing to do whatever you order.”

Jonathan shook his head. “No, no. Probably could have phrased that better...” He muttered to himself quietly before turning his attention back to Lucas. “Anyways that's not what I meant. It's been less than a week since we pulled you half dead from the site of a massacre and today you spent the better part of 10 hours cleaning a barrack’s worth of kit. That is far and away beyond what I consider a fair share of work. You’re on your feet now so I’ll probably have you help around the camp a bit but any work you do comes from me. Anyone else tries to order you around you tell them to fuck off alright?”

Lucas nodded, it made sense that the captain of the camp would be the only one allowed to give him orders. At least that meant he would only need to learn how to please one person now.

“Good, now get some sleep. It’s late and you must be exhausted.” Jonathan stood up and began to walk away before turning around. “Oh, and if anyone tries to give you too much shit you let me know. I don’t tolerate infighting.”

“Yes sir, of course.”

Jonathan nodded and left. Lucas watched him for a moment before picking his bowl back up. Fatigue was starting to hit him hard and he could barely muster the energy to finish his food and walk back to Jawad's tent. It was empty, the doctor was likely taking care of something. Lucas was too tired to wonder what. He crawled into the cot he had been using and let himself drift away.

So far, this place didn’t seem too bad.

Tags: @haro-whumps @ladygwennn @dramaticcollapse @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @brutal-nemesis @rippedjeansandfadeddreams @inpainandsuffering

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@gingerreggg welp part 3 is up (part 1) (part 2)

Heads Up- Part 3 (Joseph x Bust Caesar)

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"Joseph!" said Suzi in her gentle, merry voice. "I've come to visit!"

Inside the house, Joseph began to panic. "Caesar! I can't let her see you! She'll freak out!"

"What?" Caesar asked, looking up at Joseph. "Who's Suzi?"

"My old classmate from the art school, she can't see a living, talking clay bust like you! I need to hide you somehow!" Joseph's frantic eyes darted around for something to cover Caesar with, until they fell upon an empty cardboard box on a shelf by the living room.

"I hope you don't need to breathe, Caesarino!" he said, putting the box over Caesar, who sat on the floor of the living room.

"Well I have no lungs, you said--" complained Caesar before the box completely covered him. He complained in muffled screams from inside the box.

"Now be very quiet!" Joseph scolded. "Act like a perfectly normal, inanimate clay sculpture and everything will be fine!" With an irate grumble Caesar begrudgingly complied and soon all was quiet.

"Jojo? Is everything alright in there?" Suzi called from outside, knocking again.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Joseph called out, glancing back one more time to make sure Caesar hadn't budged, before he grabbed the door with shaky hands and opened the latch, to reveal a radiant and cheerful face crowned with blonde locks on the opposite side of the door.

"Jojo!" she beamed, sunny as ever. "It's been a long time!" Before Joseph could stop her, she came waltzing right into the house and began to look around as if she was in a museum. Typical Suzi, Joseph thought to himself, a clever and capable young lady but at times a bit of a ditz.

"I've heard that you'd moved into a new apartment in town for your final year in art school!" she said. "And you've got a nice little place too to do your work!"

"Well, it's not much, but I suppose it'll do," Joseph sighed uneasily. "I've just been so busy for my senior project--" Joseph's eyes shot a glance to the box covering Caesar. "--before I graduate and hopefully start my career! I just though a pad of my own would be good for my, uh...creative touch."

Suzi skipped around the room, marveling at all of Joseph's art on display-- sculptures, figurines, models, paintings-- that Joseph had put up on display on his walls and cabinets. She gaped in awe, like a five-year-old at the fair, as she admired all of his work.

"It's all so pretty!" she exclaimed. "I see why you've been so busy for the past two years. I hadn't even heard more of a peep of you all this while."

"I'm sorry, Suzi." Joseph sighed, rubbing his brow. "Sorry I missed out on so much time we could have spent hanging out...It's just been a lifelong aspiration of mine to do the greatest art I can! Art that seems like it could just come to life."

No sooner had those words left his mouth did Joseph suddenly regret his little Freudian slip-- fortunately it seemed Suzi hadn't clued on. She continued looking around the house at every artwork she could see, and as her stay dragged on Joseph grew ever uneasier that their secret would be up.

And so Suzi had gone out of her way and admired every piece in the apartment. Except for one.

"Jojo! What's in the box?" she exclaimed,

Joseph suddenly blocked himself between the box and Suzi. "Er, nothing!"

"You sure?" She asked teasingly. "I know you have a little surprise in there!"

"You've seen everything!" Joseph huffed, his face red and sweating. He tried to keep himself between Suzi and the box as she circled around trying to get a look.

And by a twist of misfortune, Joseph's foot slipped, knocking against the box hardly.

"Ouch!" cried Caesar, muffled.

Joseph smacked himself in the forehead. "Aw shit."

Suzi had heard the voice. "Who said that? It came from inside that box!"

"It's nothing, I promise!" Joseph pleaded, but he knew their little charade was over.

"You've been acting kinda weird lately, Jojo, there's something going on here," she said, her voice quizzical and filled with concern. And before Joseph could stop her, she lifted up the box--and two loud screams filled the air.

"AAAAHHH!" Caesar cried out squinting in the bright living room light, as his cover was lifted away.

"AH!" Suzi exclaimed in a brief, shrill yelp of surprise, as she met eye contact with Caesar. Caesar tried to freeze in place, but it was too late: she had already seen the sculpture moving.

"Joseph! It's gorgeous! It's...moving! How? How did you make this!" she squealed in delight. Joseph glanced up, surprised.

"You're...you're not scared?" the artist asked. "I...I was worried you'd be frightened of uh...of him."

"He's beautiful!" Suzi cried joyfully, reaching her arms out at Caesar. "Let me hold him!"

"NO!" Caesar screamed, and frantically tried to hop away with all his might. But as much as he'd practiced bouncing the whole night, he was, after all, little more than a limbless blob of clay with a human head, and against Suzi with her long legs and grabby arms, he wasn't winning any marathon races.

"Oof! He's heavy!" Suzi groaned as she grabbed Caesar, lifting the bust off the ground and onto the table.

"Don't! Let...let go of me!" Caesar protested, though his struggles consisted of little more than his neck and torso-stump flailing side-to-side like a wagging tail. And soon, to his dismay, he found himself up onto a tabletop again. Unable to jump more than a few inches, there was no getting away this time, and Caesar and Joseph glanced uneasily at one another, resigning themselves to face the consequences.

"Alright, I'm coming clean," sighed an exasperated Joseph. "Ask all the questions you want, as long as you keep it between the two of us."

"Three," corrected Caesar.

"He's alive! And yet...he's made of clay!" Suzi said, as she gently felt Caesar's shoulder. "How is this even possible?"

Joseph and Caesar exchanged glances. "We have no idea," they said in unison.

"Did you make him?" Suzi said, inquisitively sticking her finger into Caesar's ear which prompted a near-missed bite from the annoyed bust. "Oh, those teeth! And those eyes, and lips...he looks so human!"

"Well, I'm not perfect," joked Caesar dryly.

"What's your name?" Suzi asked the living bust excitedly.

"Oh...I'm...I'm Caesar," he replied, bowing his head shyly. "Jojo here gave me that name."

"This is beyond extraordinary," Suzi gasped in wonder. "You've created a living, talking, thinking person out of just clay and paint! Well, not quite a whole one, but still!" Caesar grimaced at the 'whole' comment.

"I wish I could explain it to you, Suzi, but...but I just can't," Joseph pleaded. "Caesar...is...he's my finals art project. He isn't even supposed to be alive! I just found this lump of clay in the attic while trying to find a medium for my grand masterpiece, I worked and painted it for several months, and before I knew it, my project was screaming and yelling and hopping around."

"Like a goddamn Veggietales character," Caesar sarcastically added, prompting a hearty laugh from the two artists. "Now put me back on the floor this instant," he demanded, unamused.

"He is amazing," Suzi said, complying, placing Caesar back down with a little effort. "I still can't believe you made something that looks and acts almost like a real person!"

Caesar's metaphorical heart sank upon hearing her words. "So...I'm not a real person then. I'm just a half-made piece of work after all." Pushing against the floor with his neck, he sadly began to hop away, in his now familiar clumsy, thumping manner.

"Caesar! Wait!" Suzi called out to him, managing to give the distraught figure pause. "I'm sorry, I meant to say you looked almost human, but you're definitely a person all the same, with or without a body. And I think you're quite handsome, for a bust."

Joseph watched as Suzi gently brought down a wall mirror and rested it onto the floor. "Have you seen yourself, Caesar? Look here."

Intrigued, Caesar began thumping over to the mirror, and for the first time since he awoke in Joseph's room, he got to see his reflection.

"That's...that's me?" Caesar gasped, leaning forward to inspect himself. He looked into his own brilliant green eyes, painted an iridescent glossy sheen, at his spiked, blond hair, formed of clay but etched with fine lines that created the illusion of individual strands. He pondered curiously at the strange pink patches on his cheeks, admired his own sculpted face, his chiseled chin, his thick, muscular-looking neck, and his smooth yet detailed collarbone.

And then...nothing. His form ended below in a rounded lump, with only the slightest hint of shoulders and the upper part of a chest. Beneath, there was only a flat pad of clay on which he stood--or sat? or lay?-- upon, painted the same textured fleshy tone as his head and neck were. Gazing over to Joseph and Suzi's reflections, he couldn't help but feel a hint of envy, at the graceful limbs that he lacked.

But at the same time, he couldn't deny that he was beautiful. Incomplete as his body was, he nonetheless felt, as he noticed every tiny detail, Joseph's hard, painstaking work in creating him to the utmost perfection.

And he felt loved.

"Wow," was all that Caesar could say at first, before he managed to gather up his bearings. "I really am a project of passion, ain't I?" he asked. Joseph smiled proudly.

"You're welcome," he said, stooping down to give the bust a gentle pat. "And I'm sorry I made you like this. It must be difficult."

"For now, my mouth is my hand and my neck is my leg," Caesar chuckled. "But I can tell you loved making me. Thank you, Joseph."

Joseph glanced up uneasily at Suzi. "Is it wrong for me to keep him, y'know, just a head? I chose to make a bust to begin with because I couldn't sculpt bodies! It's not my forte! And how long would it take to complete him?"

"Hmmm," Suzi hummed, observing Caesar from all angles. "He seems to be doing fine right now. But if you insist, perhaps I might be of help..."

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#jjba #gingerreggg #hands of life au #bust!caesar #sculptor!joseph #battle tendency #jojo's bizarre adventure #caesar x joseph #caejose #heads up

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Ice Cream Expertise (All the Little Lights #1)

Fandom: Neon Genesis Evangelion

Ships: Kawoshin

Rating: G

Summary: Shinji is faced with a dilemma of sorts, and is characteristically indecisive. Fortunately, Kaworu is there to give some helpful advice. Or maybe just call himself an ice cream expert. Let's be honest, it's a bit of both.

Notes: This is intended to be the start to All the Little Lights, my attempt at a relatively happy Evangelion high school AU featuring the pilots we know (and maybe love) actually getting to live a normal life (including all the cute gay romance they deserve). That said, it also works totally fine as a one shot. Considering it's an AU, there's going to be some rather interesting deviations from canon, some of which are alluded to here. So, if something seems off, that's probably because it is.

As usual, any errors, grammatical or typographical, are mine. I apologize in advance.

This was originally posted to my old AO3 on May 21, 2020. I hope you enjoy it!

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Shinji Ikari was not having a good day. No, perhaps that was an understatement. He was having a distinctly bad day. School had been tedious to say the least, considering that testing week was approaching, and the teachers seemed to be doing their best to “prepare” the students using every form of academic torture known to humankind. Okay, perhaps that was a bit of an exaggeration, but it had been a hectic hell all the same. Not to mention the fact that his best friend Touji was going through a rough patch (not the first one, mind you), with his girlfriend Hikari, which led to a tense mood within their friend group outside of class as well. Adding onto this was the fact that he was getting worried about his sister (what wasn’t new?) Rei, who had been especially quiet the past week or so, even by her standards. That was usually a sign that her depression was going through a rough spot. He had wanted to mention something to his mother about it, considering she usually had better luck at getting through to Rei than he did when his sister was going through a difficult time, but unsurprisingly, he hadn’t gotten around to it yet. He was gone too often, and his mother was gone too often. There was all of a one to two hour period when they were both home and awake on any given night. Rei always ending up alone probably doesn’t help her state of mind improve either. I wish she had more friends. People she could connect with.

And, of course, to top all that wonderful baggage off, he had had work after school, which had gone lovely. Just lovely. A simply wonderful group of customers had come in, and stayed for a better part of three hours, ordering intermittently while they all talked (way too loudly, in his opinion) at their shared table, which, in a predictable move, they hadn’t even bothered to clean off. He was a barista, not a waiter, despite what some people seemed to think. To make matters worse, they had been laughing so hard partway through their “discussion,” that one of the party had practically flung her iced latte through the air by accident (how someone could do that by accident, was a whole other topic for conversation), sending its contents flying halfway across the room (in a bafflingly impressive display, he had to admit, as irritating as it was). Of course, he had drawn the short straw and been the one tasked with cleaning it up. His boss seemed to get a special satisfaction out of giving Shinji all the “fun,” jobs. Okay, maybe Mr. Anno’s not that bad, but he still gets a kick out of watching me suffer. Or something like that.

Shinji sighed as he pulled his car into the store parking spot. As he exited it, he glanced down at his phone. 7:16. That meant he should have enough time to get home and get dinner going before his mother got home. These days, it seemed as though she worked progressively later and later. It had been a couple months since she’d been home before 8. She was almost certainly still out at the base at that moment. Whatever project she’s working on now is one of the more intensive ones.

He headed for the doors. He was planning on making stir fry, which meant that he needed to get soy sauce for sure, since he knew they had run out from the last time. He thought they had most of the rest of what he needed at home. So, this should be a quick run. Just in and out. After a day like today though, he was tempted to grab something sweet. Come on, after this whole mess, I think I at least half deserve something to take my mind off of it. Just a little.

Inside, he made a bee line for the condiments aisle. Alright, first things first. Get what I need. Then, maybe, I’ll just check out what they have. He grabbed soy sauce, and then wavered for a moment, trying to decide just for what he was in the mood. Okay, just something little. Nothing too big. I am going to be cooking, after all. Hmmm . . . I mean, it’s probably not the best idea, but . . .

Making his decision, he set off for the frozen section. Once again, he paused when he arrived at the aisle, looking through the glass freezer doors at the available options. I’ll just get a pint. That should be more than enough. Even if Rei goes for some too. ‘Cause mom hardly ever eats anything sweet, so I doubt she’ll have any. He tilted his head, tapping the soy sauce bottle against his thigh as he considered the selection. Why are there so many flavors? I didn’t even realize they sold Pumpkin outside of November. And Lime-Raspberry? What would that even taste like? Who comes up with these things? I’ll go for something classic. I could always do Vanilla. But, that’s a little boring. I don’t even really like it that much. Chocolate’s always classic, except that Rei doesn’t like it. And her favorite is Cookie Dough, which I don’t like the texture of . . . there are way too many choices here. Running his eyes over the racks, he did a quick count. Forty-two different flavors. Why are there forty-two different flavors? I wonder if anyone’s ever tried them all. Then again, that might take a while. And be kind of pricey. Dammit, I’m getting distracted again. The only conclusion that Shinji was coming to was the fact that he liked ice cream far too much, and was wasting far more time than he should be trying to pick out something. Maybe I should just get the soy sauce and head home. He peaked down at his phone. 7:29. Yeah, I’ve already been here longer than I should be.

A voice interrupted Shinji’s thoughts. “So, what’s your drug of choice?”

Shinji head snapped to the side, his concentration broken. “What?,” He asked, a little surprised.

The source of the interruption was standing a little further down the aisle, casually leaning on one of the freezer windows, his head cocked to the side, watching Shinji with a friendly smile on his face. Shinji thought the interrupter looked to be about the same age as him, though that fact was complicated slightly by the fact that though his face was youthful, his hair was an ashen grey. He must dye it. Is grey hair a style though? The interrupting individual sported a pair of black jeans and a band shirt for a group whose name looked vaguely familiar to Shinji. Porcupine Tree . . . I feel like Rei might listen to them. Maybe. Not to mention the fact that the newcomer had red eyes. Red eyes. Okay, so maybe this is a look he’s going for. I mean, those are definitely contacts, right? Unless there’s a genetic mutation I’ve never heard of, I don’t think humans can be born with red eyes. Which means that they’re contacts. Which means that the hair is almost definitely dyed too. I’m pretty sure that’s not what ‘scene’ looks like . . . there’d be brighter colors . . . and I don’t think it’s emo either . . . I’m pretty sure his hair would be black then . . . huh . . . maybe that’s goth. Yeah. Let’s go with that. In addition to making him second guess what scene fashion looked like, Shinji’s visual analysis of the interrupter also led him to a more definite conclusion. That regardless of what category his fashion fell under, he was pretty cute. Seriously Shinji, focus here, and stop thinking about how some random boy in Safeway who asked you what type of drugs you like is cute. Don’t be an idiot. Sure, you haven’t been on a date in months, ever since Martin broke up with you, but he was a manipulative jerk anyway— Shinji realized the interrupter had started talking again, which snapped him back into reality and out of his wandering mind.

“Yeah. What flavor is your favorite. I mean, out of the forty-two, there has to be one you’d pick, right?”

“Oh. Yeah. Probably cookies ’n’ cream,” Shinji answered, feeling more than a bit confused. On an afterthought, he added, “You’ve counted all the flavors too?”

“Not a bad choice,” the boy said with a firm nod. “Although, I’m more into mint chocolate chip myself. And yes, I’ve counted them all. It’s an important part to being an ice cream expert. Keeping track of the available flavors at the nearest store.”

“Okaayyy.” Shinji’s tone betrayed his uncertainty concerning just how he should deal with this stranger. “Ice cream expert?”

“Yep, that would be me,” the boy replied matter-of-factly, as though the question was a pointless one. He strolled over to Shinji and extended his hand. “Kaworu Akagi, ice cream expert, at your service.”

Shinji shook the offered hand, deciding he should be polite, despite the fact that his perplexity had not been substantially diminished in any way. This guy is . . . interesting, to say the least. As their hands met, Shinji was struck by the strange, but intense, sense that this wasn’t his first time meeting Kaworu.

“Shinji Ikari.” Against his better judgement, he decided to follow his introduction with, “Have we met before?”

Retracting his hand, Kaworu pursed his lips, ostensibly mulling over the question in his mind. After a few moments, he shook his head. “I don’t think so. At least, not that I can recall. I just got into town a few days ago. Why do you ask?”

Shinji shrugged, trying to play off his earlier question. “Oh, I think you just reminded me of someone I used to know.”

Kaworu nodded, seeming to accept this answer. “Ah, that makes sense. So, have you come to a conclusion, or would you like a second opinion?”

Shinji raised an eyebrow. “About the ice cream, you mean?”

“Indeed. That is the topic on the floor, as they say,” Kaworu responded nonchalantly.

Shinji blinked. “Who says?”

“Why, they do of course.”

“Oh. Umm, alright.” Shinji looked back through the window, surveying his options once more. A obvious choice didn’t present itself. “Well . . . I suppose a second opinion probably wouldn’t hurt.”

“Great,” Kaworu stated, his tone even and pleasant. “Any occasion in particular you’re buying for?”

Shinji shook his head. “Nope, not really. Just . . .” he hesitated, uncertain how much he wanted to tell someone who was still basically a stranger to him. “Just a bad day,” was what he ended up deciding on.

Kaworu pretended to stroke nonexistent hairs on his chin, nodding slowly as did so, in an amusing imitation of the stereotypical philosopher. “Hmm . . . ice cream for a bad day, you say?”

“Uh. Yeah. I guess so.”

“I’d have to recommend Cherry Chip for that. It’s a guaranteed mood improver from my experience. It is nearly impossible to feel down while you’re eating Cherry Chip ice cream.”

“Really?” Shinji’s ice wandered down the display, finally locating the flavor in question. Fortunately, they had it in pint size, which meant that the option was on the table. He couldn’t think of any reason not to go for it. As far as he knew, Rei liked Cherry Chip. At least, he thought she did. He wasn’t entirely sure that he’d ever seen her eat it. For that matter, he wasn’t entirely sure that he’d ever eaten it himself. Which means it might be pretty good, and I just don’t know it yet. You never know. “Really. Trust me, I’ve tested its potency. It won’t let you down.”

“Alright. Why not?” Shinji opened the door and grabbed a pint of Cherry Chip. He examined the container in his hands for a few seconds, before looking back up at Kaworu, who now seemed to be smiling in encouragement, which had the effect of making him look even cuter than before. Come on Shinji, don’t get distracted! Sure, he might be attractive, but he’s also a self-proclaimed ice cream expert. . . not sure whether that’s a good or a bad thing yet, to be honest.

“That’ll do the job,” Kaworu remarked, in a straightforward tone that made it sound as though he was utterly confident in the truth of his words.

“I’ll take your word for it.” Shinji furrowed his brow as another question popped into his mind. “Hey .. . you said you just got into town a few days ago. How is it that you already know all the different flavors they have here?”

“It was one of the first things I scoped out after we got into town. Always important to know what kind of ice cream game you’re going to be dealing with. Plus, I had plenty of free time once we finished unpacking, considering I won’t be in school up here until the fall.”

“Ah, okay. That makes sense.” Almost on a whim, Shinji was tempted to ask Kaworu where he had moved from, but decided that could come across as prying a little too much, since Kaworu hadn’t offered that information. As it was, Kaworu gave a partial answer to the question without Shinji even verbalizing it.

“School down south ends earlier. Though, to be fair, it also starts earlier there as well. We left a couple days after my semester ended. Which means I currently have relatively few obligations, other than locating and obtaining a job for the summer.”

“Oh. Yeah.” Shinji still wasn’t exactly sure how to respond, but he decided to field a question of his own. He figured it could come across as a polite inquiry, rather than being nosy, taking into account what Kaworu had just revealed. “So, what brought you up north?”

“My mother got transferred out to the base,” Kaworu returned offhandedly.

Shinji tilted his head in response to this answer, the gears in his brain turning. Well, that’s interesting. He almost wanted to make some sort of follow-up remark expressing their similarity in that regard, but he decided that might be a bit too much to say for the moment. Instead, he merely offered a casually, “I gotcha.” He continued with an amiable, “Well, welcome to Asherdale,” along with a more ironic, “It’s halfway decent, once you get used to it.”

Kaworu’s face broken into a grin at the humor, an expression that Shinji couldn’t help but feel made him look all the more attractive. Oops, getting distracted again. . . don’t do that . . . too much.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Kaworu said warmly.

“No problem.” The thought suddenly entering his mind, Shinji shot a momentary glance down at his phone. Hmm, what time is it? The answer was 7:37. 7:37?! I’ve been talking for eight minutes?! That felt like four or five at the most. I have to bail, now, if I’m going to make it home in time to get cooking.

He looked back up at Kaworu, who was still watching him, his gaze soft, the smile still on his face, his head tilted to the side. Shinji had the strange feeling that if it had been anyone else, the observational pose the boy had struck would have looked unusual, to say the least, but somehow, on Kaworu, it didn’t look half bad. It gives him a kind of elegant aesthetic . . . okay, where did I come up with that? I definitely need to head out.

“Hey, look, I’m sorry to leave so quick, but I need to get going.” Shinji cringed a little internally, hearing the awkward tone in his voice. You could have said that in a way that didn’t basically announced the fact that it made you flustered. Great going.

“Understandable. You wouldn’t want that ice cream to melt before you get the chance to test out its powers.”

“Haha, yeah, you know it.”

Kaworu nodded, imply that yes, he did indeed know it. “Why don’t I give you my number?” He remarked. “That way, you’ll have someone on hand for any future ice cream dilemmas.”

“Ahhh . . .” Okay, that was actually kind of smooth, in an odd way. And . . . it’s not like it could really hurt anything. I mean, he didn’t even ask for my number. Which means he’s not even necessarily flirting with me. It’d probably be a bit of stretch to say he is. After all, if I have his number, and he doesn’t have mine, that means I can choose whether I want to text him or not, and there’s nothing he can do about it. Which isn’t really a good way to flirt with somebody. I think I’m stalling again here . . .”

Shinji noticed Kaworu was watching him again, waiting for a response. “Sure. Sounds like a good plan.” He pulled out his phone and hastily created a new contact, before offering it to Kaworu. “Here, you can put it in.”

Kaworu nodded, his smile remaining intact, and typed in the digits, before handing it back to Shinji. “It was nice to meet you, Shinji Ikari,” he commented affably.

“You can just call me Shinji,” Shinji quickly responded.

“Alright then. It was nice to meet you Shinji.”

“You too . . .” Should I use first and last name like he did the first time? Or just go with first name. I don’t want to offend him, if that’s the sort of thing that’s important to him. After all, he does seem a bit, umm, particular.

“You can just call me Kaworu,” the boy suggested, his smile widening.

“It was nice to meet you Kaworu,” he finished lamely. “Guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yes, maybe so.”

Shinji nodded again, spun on his heels, and promptly made for the registers. Well, that went excellently. You meet a boy who’s kind of cute, even if he is a little eccentric, and straight off the bat, you’re second guessing yourself and fumbling for words. Fantastic.

Shinji shot a brief glance back as he reached the end of the aisle, to see that Kaworu was now retrieving an ice cream carton of his own from the merchandise freezer. Shinji turned away again before the boy could look back in his direction. Don’t want him to think I’m staring at him or something.

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Shinji collapsed back onto his bed with a satisfied sigh. He was glad to have finally reach it, after the nigh-interminable day. Well, maybe not quite interminable. But definitely overlong. Without much thought, he grabbed his phone from his nightstand and spun in about in his hands a couple times, feeling the sensation of the textured case against his skin.

Dinner had been a success, such as it could be, anyway. He had impressed himself with just how fast he managed to throw things together when he went into slight (well, maybe more than slight) panic mode.

The ice cream had been a success as well. He had to admit, Cherry Chip was a pretty good flavor. He still wasn’t sure whether he had tried it before or not, but he was glad he had definitively tried it now. Rei had also enjoyed it, which was an added plus. In fact, their mother had even had a bowl, something altogether unexpected. Apparently, Cherry Chip ice cream was one of the sweets she would indulge in. Didn’t see that coming. All in all, the majority of the pint was no more.

Powering on his phone, Shinji was faced with another choice for the evening. Unlike his earlier ice cream deliberation, however, this cerebration was of a cursory duration. After a few seconds, he had composed the text, and was hovering over the send button. Alright. Let’s do this. He tapped the icon.

Shinji I.: Thanks for the recommendation. It was a good choice! Lol. This is Shinji, btw.

The response to his message came swiftly. Wow, he must type fast.

Kaworu A.: Happy to be of service. I’m glad it worked out.

Shinji found a smile edging its way across his lips. Maybe, in spite of everything, today wasn’t such a bad day after all.

#evangelion #fanfic #kawoshin #shinji ikari #kaworu nagisa #shinji x kaworu #neon genesis evangelion #eva #fanfiction #high school au

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gumnut-logic · 4 years

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Ellie (Part Two - Bit 1)

Part One | Part Two - Bit 1

This fic appears to have happened. I still have no idea what I’m doing or where it is going, but it is what it is. This is the first half of Part Two as I fumble my way through.

Many thanks to @vegetacide and @scribbles97 for both reading and putting up with my wibblies today as I tried to put one word after the other. I have no doubt there will be more wibblies tomorrow at some point.

I hope you enjoy whatever this is ::hugs you all::

-o-o-o-

“So, what’s he like?”

“Who?” Ellie chewed on the end of her stylus. Setting up a new tablet was a pain. All the fun of a new piece of tech had been taken away by the fact she couldn’t really afford it and paying for it had physically hurt.

“Virgil Tracy.”

She entered her password yet again. How many times did she have to prove she was who she said she was? “Who?”

“Your saviour! Verri said you nearly fell down the stairs in class and Virgil Tracy grabbed you at the last second.”

That had her sitting up. “What?” Verri was all mouth and no brain. Then it clicked. “Oh, Virgil.”

“Oooh, so it is a first name basis then is it?”

“What? What else would it be?” God, Terri was almost as bad as Verri at times. It was understandable as they were sisters, but Terri was usually so much more.

Usually.

Terri put down her coffee. “Well, you know, with him being famous and all.”

Ellie frowned, finally distracted from her tablet. “What?” Great, now she was repeating herself.

Terri looked at her as if she was an idiot or something. “Virgil Tracy. Of International Rescue. Son of Jeff Tracy. Billionaire.”

She stared at her friend, her mind spinning. Really?

“Oh, god, you didn’t know?!” Terri burst out laughing. “I can’t believe it. You need to get your head out of those romance novels, girl, or you might miss one of your own.”

Ellie stared at her a moment longer aware that her face was flushing red. Damnit.

She picked up the marshmallow sitting beside her hot chocolate and threw it at Terri.

It bounced off her forehead, leaving a little puff of icing sugar.

That, of course, only made her laugh harder. “Omigod, you had no idea.” Now her giggles were becoming irritating. Why did she invite her friend over for breakfast?

Oh, yeah, because she was her friend and Ellie being on the night shift meant it was the only time they could see each other.

Ellie went back to her tablet and the hell of setting it up.

How was she supposed to know? “I was late to class.” It was mumbled.

“Well, that explains it.” Terri picked up her coffee again and sipped it. “Verri said he walked in with a security guard and there was this room check thing before he even sat down. I’m surprised you didn’t get harassed at the door.”

She blinked. There had been that guy she’d had to show her ID to, but wasn’t that the norm? He had been as dark as the shadows he was standing in.

Ellie had been too panicked about being late to care.

Virgil Tracy. Famous hero who saved lives on a regular basis.

No wonder he had caught her.

A flash of bicep.

An embarrassed swallow. Okay, now she was just being stupid. If there was any chance of getting to know him better, it had been snuffed out by his identity. Why on Earth would he even care she existed?

But he had caught her.

His voice had been so kind.

“Are you okay?” Terri’s voice was suddenly soft…concerned.

Ellie shook herself and forced a smile. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Her friend frowned at her. “You sure?”

Elli forced her bravado. “So, what is a famous hero doing in my nursing class?”

Terri blinked. “Buggered if I know.”

“Hmmm…”

“You could ask him.” Terri peered over her coffee cup.

Talk to him? Famous hero, Virgil Tracy?

Then she realised that tomorrow she would have to sit next to him again.

Oh, shit.

And her embarrassment at her clumsiness last time welled up yet again.

Oh god.

Terri was eyeing her suspiciously again. “Don’t forget to breathe, Ells.”

“Shut up.”

But she was right.

Damn.

-o-o-o-

Ellie was on time to class the next day despite the night shift. Actually, she was early. Early enough for the lecturer to frown at her and possibly question if she had been replaced by an alien.

“Ms Tyler, I’m happy to see you here.”

“I’m happy to be here, ma’am.”

That did it. She gave the old battle axe respect and immediately the woman became suspicious. Ellie would be under surveillance for the entire class.

Pfft.

She’d had worse patients. Those frowning eyes didn’t scare her.

“Hello again.”

She jumped as Virgil Tracy sat down beside her. Oh god. She hadn’t even seen him come in.

And yes, there was that mysterious guy running around with a scanner of some kind.

“Don’t mind Jeremy. He’s just pedantic.” It was said with a warm smile that had her stomach filling with butterflies.

As if to illustrate that fact, the security officer narrowed in on her and requested her identification. Dark eyes sliced and diced her as she fumbled in her bag for her card.

He said nothing as he eyed it, scanned it with his gadget and handed it back before moving onto the next student.

“He’s not happy because I made us late.”

Ellie blinked. “You’re not late. You’re early.” Wow. She had found her voice.

Virgil snorted. “Not when Jez wants to secure the premises, I’m not.” His smile was a little fond as his eyes tracked the man skipping between arriving students. “But then his boss is even more pedantic.”

“You’re pedantic?” Ellie frowned.

He turned to her. “Me? Oh, no, I’m not his boss.”

Then who? But she didn’t ask as he turned back to tracking his security officer with his eyes. His profile gave her the chance to actually look at Virgil.

Dark hair coiffured into some kind of pseudo-mohawk, tanned skin…she tried to remember where the Tracys actually lived. Wasn’t it an island somewhere?

She could almost hear Terri laughing at her. She really needed to pay more attention to current events.

Particularly if they were going to sit beside her in class.

But yes, tanned skin. She frowned. No…was that makeup?

The soft texture of foundation kicked up at the edge of his hairline and the skin colour changed as it merged into his hair.

Oh god.

She could barely see it, but there was the shadow of a massive bruise on his cheekbone.

He turned to look at her at that moment and she was forced to look away.

She swallowed.

Terri was laughing at her again.

The man had his arm in a sling. He had obviously been injured somehow.

Her mind wandered off wondering how.

“Did you receive my notes?”

She blinked. “Oh, yes, thank you so much.” She fished out her new tablet and held it up. “New device acquired.”

He smiled just a little. “Good to see.” But if he was going to say anything further, he was interrupted by Battle Axe calling the class to attention.

She pulled Spud out of her bag and stuck him on the tiny lap desk. His stitched-on smile brightened her despite herself.

Vaguely she was aware of Virgil glancing at the toy, but Battle Axe was talking, and unfortunately Ellie had to pay attention.

Today’s topic was about drug development and testing as background to administration. It was dry fodder and Ellie found herself zoning out.

She could smell his after shave. Or was it his cologne? Whatever it was, it was pleasant and warm.

The scratch of his stylus on his tablet was a soft counterpoint to Battle Axe’s droning voice.

Why hadn’t she taken the online version of this course?

Oh, yeah, because Battle Axe actually knew what she was talking about and there were certain things she just had to see in person.

That stylus scratching was almost a beat she could write music to.

She found herself visualising her fingers on her grandmother’s piano, notes marching out in time.

She drifted for a moment there, only to be nudged gently…

Awake! She was awake.

“Ms Tyler?”

What? She was in the lecture hall and Battle Axe was glaring up at her.

What?

“Ms Tyler, I recommend you get sufficient sleep at all times. A patient may depend on your alertness.” Battle Axe was frowning at her.

Oh, shit.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The woman’s eyes flickered to the man beside Ellie and smiled without smiling.

What?

Ellie looked at Virgil and found him frowning.

Battle Axe was blushing!

Ellie’s eyes widened.

Virgil shifted where he sat, fingering his sling.

But then the moment snapped and Battle Axe went back to babbling about Medsafe and New Zealand’s legal requirements for all medications.

What the hell was that?

But Virgil was looking down at his tablet, apparently scribbling notes, and Battle Axe had gone back to lecturing. She babbled for a few more minutes before darkening the room and activating the holoprojector.

Depressingly, the video was the same one she had viewed herself for her special study. She was already familiar with Emergency Department drug procedures. Which was probably just as well since she now worked in one.

She almost wished she had stayed asleep.

“You okay?” It was whispered baritone.

She turned to find his shadow looking at her. The holoprojection reflected in his eyes.

Whispered back. “I’m good.” Her body betrayed her by yawning at that exact moment. “Had the early shift this morning.” Or very late. It was kind of both. But it did give her the opportunity to attend the lecture. This early part of the course may be boring, but she needed it for the later part which she hoped would be worth it all.

It just meant she had to crash and burn when she got home before getting up in the dark to go to work.

“That and I’ve seen this before.” She straightened in her seat and prepared to keep herself awake for the next forty-five minutes.

“So have I. Bought it for reference.” In that moment he appeared as tired as she was.

She grunted and shifted in her seat again and they sat there for another five minutes.

“You want to go grab a coffee?”

What? But he was looking at her, his shadow sculpted by hololight.

“Okay?” It was out before she could think about it.

Without further word, he picked up his tablet and stood.

Caught out, she fumbled again, grabbing at her things and shoving them in her backpack as he started to make his way to the exit.

“Mr Tracy, where are you going?” Battle Axe emerged from the shadows below, her finger the pause button.

Ellie froze half out of her seat.

“Please excuse us, Ms Kingston.” And he kept moving.

Ellie blinked. He offered no apology, yet was still polite. It left Battle Axe with no ground to stand on and somewhat speechless enough for the two of them to make a quick exit.

It confirmed that Battle Axe was fully aware of exactly who Virgil Tracy was and that he could do pretty much what he wanted to. Ellie had no doubt that if she had tried it herself, the results would have been considerably different.

But she was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth and she hurried out of the room after him.

-o-o-o-

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #Ellie Tyler

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leap-loves · 3 years

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The Armed Dating Agency (Kunikida x S/I, Written in the Waves)

I did not plan on writing this, but got the idea and had to take it and run. Sooo enjoy this! Pre-relationship, and Kunikida is torn between regret and gratitude :P Including an allusion to @singingdeepinme :P

Kunikida was a very predictable man. He didn’t take well to unexpected change, and had a fairly basic routine. He took the same route to and from work, unless he had errands to run, and even then he had his habits there too. He wore the same general outfit to work every day. Same pair of glasses. Everything was constant.

So Dazai was surprised when he noticed something new as Kunikida searched for something in his bag and had to set a few things on his desk, grumbling all the while. Dazai took advantage of his coworker being distracted to ‘sneak’ from his desk and peek over his shoulder at the shiny object that’s on his desk.

When he recognized the shape, Dazai could already feel a grin spreading on his face. And a quick glance to Ranpo, who was glancing over and noticed the same thing, told him that the older detective had the same conclusion.

“Ooo, what’s this~?” Dazai asked, reaching out to poke at the shell shaped charm on Kunikida’s keychain. It didn’t seem too fancy, small enough to easily be hidden in the palm of his hand, and plain silver. Shiny enough to reflect light, but not over polished to be truly reflective.

The blond clearly hadn’t been expecting to have someone right next to him, about dropping the papers he’d finally found back into his bag. “Dazai!” He scolded, trying to hide the fact he’d been startled. When Dazai reached to try and pick up the charm, Kunikida smacked his hand away.

Dazai faked a pout, moving to stand beside Kunikida’s desk. He crossed his arms on the edge of the table, leaning forward to inspect it more that way, even poking at it some. “But really, what is it? Just a little charm? It doesn’t make any sound…”

Kunikida rolled his eyes, setting his bag aside and carefully picked up the shell, opening it up with a little effort. One half of it was a bottle opener, the other half of it was solid.

“And where did you get this?” Dazai asked.

He already had his theories, considering Kunikida wouldn’t really have need of a bottle opener, and would have gone with something less bulky and simpler more than likely. And there’s only one person they know who is always drawn to the ocean.

Kunikida’s cheeks turned a light pink as he snapped the shell shut, ever careful not to damage it though, putting it back into his bag after running his thumb over the texture on top for a moment. He refused to meet his coworker’s gaze as he set his things aside to get ready to work. “It was a gift. From Andersen.”

Rolling his eyes at his stubborn insistence to use her last name even though she’s said before that they can all use her first name, Dazai just gave him a smirk, even moving around to the front of his desk to stay in Kunikida’s line of sight.

“Well that sure was sweet of her~. What’s the occasion?”

The harsh look sent his way didn’t dissuade him, just widening his smile in response.

“There is no occasion. It was just a gift. Simple as that.” The blond tried to insist, leaning forward just a bit as his way of trying to tell Dazai to back off and let him work. But he wasn’t done just yet.

“Hmmm, I guess I’ll just have to ask Christina, then.” Dazai mused, even getting his phone out. He started to text, speaking aloud as he did so. “What is the occasion for the cute shell for Kunikida? He’s all blus-”

Dazai was cut off by Kunikida snatching the phone out of his hand, holding it to the opposite side of him and checking the text, his face a bright red. Though his blush only got worse when realizing that Dazai hadn’t typed what he’d said. Instead it was a normal greeting to their friend, wishing her good luck on her job this morning.

“It sounds like Kunikida’s got a crush~” Ranpo teased from his seat, his feet propped up on his desk while munching on some chips.

“Like you’re one to talk.” Kunikida shot back, just trying to take some of the attention off of himself. It seemed to work for a moment, considering how Ranpo’s cheeks turned a light pink and he sat up more normally, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“Hey! Don’t go turning this on me, we’re talking about you here, and your obvious crush on Christina!” Ranpo countered, his eyebrows furrowed in a pout.

Still struggling to regain some semblance of composure, Kunikida narrowed his eyes at him, still trying to keep Dazai’s phone out of his hands for the moment. “I do not.” He attempted to argue. And by the look on everyone else’s faces… it was a failed attempt.

Yosano rolled her eyes, having come up from her own office to get some coffee, and stayed once realizing the conversation. “Kunikida, please.” She sighed. “You’re so head over heels for her it’s not even funny. You make sure she doesn’t go overworking herself, which is hilarious coming from you, there’s all those little cafe dates you go on during lunch breaks, and that’s not even mentioning the goody bag you got for her for after she’s used her ability.” She listed off matter of factly, even counting off her evidence on her fingers.

Kenji piped up too, deciding to add his own two cents. “And there’s the hair thing!”

Any control he’d gotten over his blush was lost in the face of this outside perspective, and everyone’s obvious amusement at it didn’t help matters. So he just groaned and put his head in his hands, finally letting Dazai take his phone back. “I hate you all…” He mumbled, but there was no heat behind his words.

Dazai patted his shoulder sympathetically. “You love us. But you have nothing to worry about, we won’t interfere. We don’t have to.” He said, his smirk audible in his tone as he said the last line.

After a heartbeat, Kunikida glanced up at Dazai. “I don’t trust you, but what do you mean?”

Atsushi chimed in a bit hesitantly. “Well… she seems to be a lot closer to you than the rest of us…” He said, beating around the bush.

So it was Ranpo’s turn to pipe up again. “She likes you back. Big time. About as obvious as you, really.” He said simply, tossing another chip in his mouth. “Dunno how you haven’t seen it, she does a pretty bad job hiding it. Obviously.” He pointed towards Kunikida’s bag to prove his point by referencing the small charm that started this whole conversation.

Kunikida returned to hiding in his hands, sighing slowly. He was torn between wishing the conversation would just end, and asking what they suggest he do. Knowing them, it’d likely end up being wildly terrible advice… though it would likely work out in the end…

No one said anything as he seemed to debate this, finally putting his hands down, looking oddly uncertain. “So…?” He asked, knowing they’d understand the unspoken question.

Everyone in the room lit up at his accepting their help, Dazai taking his chance to chime in again first.

“Well obviously, you need to ask her out!” He announced, the others nodding. “I’d suggest going dramatic, maybe a moonlit walk after a romantic candlelit dinner~.”

Yosano hummed thoughtfully, taking a sip of her coffee. “No, Christina doesn’t seem like that kind of woman. Keep it more simple, big gestures might scare her. Invite her out for a drink? Get some liquid courage in your system.”

“Take her to her favorite restaurant!” Ranpo called, his turn punctuated by the sound of him opening his ramune. “Or make her something yourself. The quickest way to the heart is through the stomach!”

“Actually the quickest way to the heart is through the chest.” Yosano corrected, even if that wasn’t the point.

Kenji raised his hand eagerly from his desk “Oo! Back home we’d give our crushes bouquets! And we’d usually bring them something we made!”

Kunikida suddenly regretted accepting their help, pinching the bridge of his nose again. There were so many conflicting suggestions that… honestly had good points.

A romantic dinner is a classic for a reason, right? But as Yosano said, that might be too much, so something a bit more casual might be better. Though, neither of them are really drinkers… Ranpo’s suggestions so far were actually seeming the most promising, and perhaps flowers wouldn’t be a bad idea...

“We’re behind schedule.” Kunikida said after some intense thought, picking up his pen to get back to work. He was done with this conversation, and didn’t want to have to fall too far behind.

Though after everyone finally went about their days with various degrees of disappointment at the lack of obvious resolve to do something, he reached into his bag and felt the shell charm again.

Perhaps… he could stand to be more ‘go with the flow’…

He pulled his phone out of his bag, and sent a single text, trying to ignore how he felt his heart pounding.

'Are you free this Saturday?'

#text post #my writing #my fic #otp: written in the waves #bsd #bungou stray dogs #kunikida x si #kunikida x s/i #kunikida x oc #the armed dating agency #I'm still proud of that XD Shush #brotp: calm as the sea

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valkyrieofsmut · 4 years

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Captive Love 18

UF!Sans x Reader (or Frisk if you wanna)

Summary: Um... Delicious sin... Hope it is, anyway.

A/N: Hmmm... been a long time coming! ha- ha ha... *puts hand over mouth and pretends Papyrus is in the background yelling* Saaaaaaaaans!

Masterlist Series Masterlist

Story

Sans is sweet.

Somehow, Papyrus managed to make shepherd's pie gross.

He burnt the meat, made the instant potatoes too watery, and the cheese had somehow gotten burnt on top, but was still uncooked underneath.

Someone needed to teach that boy how to avoid murdering food… (Y/n) had chosen that recipe, combined with the mostly instant components because she'd thought that no one could mess it up.

How wrong she'd been.

She decided that the next night, she was going to stand next to Papyrus and help him.

After cleaning up the mess from dinner, (Y/n) and Sans went up to his room, hearing Papyrus watching a late night Mettaton show.

(Y/n) went to the bathroom and changed, doing what she had of a nightly routine.

When she got back, she climbed into bed and got comfortable.

When Sans climbed into bed behind her, she felt his arm wrap around her middle, pulling her close against him.

It only took a moment for him to start up, nuzzling and nipping at her shoulder and neck.

"sweetheart, ya a'ways feel s'nice an' soft 'n my arms… makes me wanna stay up all night feelin' how soft ya are everywhere…" He murmured suggestively.

Mmm…

She'd… like that, too…

A soft snore blew across her ear, and (Y/n) had to try not to giggle.

Poor Sans was so tired. He never looked like he got much sleep.

(Y/n) moaned as pleasure shot straight through her from her nipple.

She twisted, a hum leaving her as something warm and wet dragged over her throat.

"mmm, sweetheart, are ya an archaeologist?" Sans' soft, low voice asked.

"Huh?" (Y/n) asked groggily, dragging herself from sleep.

"heh heh," he chuckled against the sensitive skin behind her ear. "i asked if y're an archeologist, 'cause i got a bone fer ya ta 'xamine," he told her, grinding his pelvis against her.

A soft noise left her as her hips arched back to him, his name leaving her lips in a whine.

"mm, say my name like that again, sweetheart," he growled.

(Y/n) gasped as his hand slid over her hip and buried itself between her thighs, his phalanges pressing in to stroke over her sensitive area.

"S-Sahns," she moaned.

Sans pulled her onto her back and laid over her, one femur pressing against her pussy as his teeth and tongue met her mouth.

(Y/n) moaned, arching up to him as her hands pulled him closer.

Sans trailed his mouth down over her shoulder, nipping and licking as he ground against her.

His hands slid down over her breasts, squeezing through her shirt. Her chest pressed up into his hands with a moan, and Sans ran them down her body to push her shirt up and uncover them, his skull pulling back to see them completely bare for the first time.

"f-fuck, sweetheart… y-ya got-" He groaned hungrily. "fuck… such gorgeous tits…" he murmured before ducking down to them.

His tongue trailed over one, leaving a tingling buzz in its wake. His tongue, which she knew was flexible, circled around a nipple before flicking off.

(Y/n) cried out, her hands tightening on his shirt and tugging as her hips lifted to his.

Sans growled, shifting fully between her thighs and ground his stiffened cock against the puffy, wet softness of her pussy.

"tha's it, sweetheart, lemme hear ya," he groaned into her breast as he somehow pressed his tongue around her nipple and worked it with his teeth make it feel like a tugging, sucking motion.

(Y/n) moaned, feeling herself getting wetter at the amazing feeling. She'd never felt something this good before.

She whined as he pulled away, shifting to the other nipple, but let out a needy moan as one of his hands went to squeeze and play with the first.

She moaned his name again, her whole body arching up to his, but realized how loud she was being and covered her mouth with one hand.

Sans looked up and pulled back, grinding roughly against her as he pulled her hand away from her mouth and pinned it near her head with his free hand as he growled to her, "don't hide it, sweetness, i wanna hear ya."

"Wh-wha 'bou-" [what about-]

"don't worry, sweetheart, my brother's gone fer th' day," he soothed. "y'can be loud 's ya want- 'r loud 's i want ya- an', sweetheart? i want ya ta be loud, " he growled the last part, his low voice rumbling through her and making more moisture pool between her thighs. "ya wanna be loud fer me, sweetheart?"

(Y/n) whimpered and gasped for breath from between her parted lips.

"aww, listen ta those cute lil noises y're makin'… ya gonna beg, too, sweetheart? think i can get ya ta beg fer my cock," he told her, pressing the stiff length against her pussy hard before rubbing and managing to stimulate her clit.

She let out a cry of his name, gasping for breath as he returned his mouth to her breasts.

"shit, sweetheart, y're s'soft… s'hot… ya must really need some 'ttention there…" He growled.

Good god, (Y/n) knew that she was flooding the shorts she was wearing, he was making her feel so good, and the dirty things he was saying to her… she was more wound up than she'd been in a long time.

"heh, gotta question fer ya," Sans chuckled, going to (Y/n)'s lips and kissing her in his unique way with his teeth and tongue before pulling back. "d'ya believe'n karma, sweetheart? 'cause i know some good karma- sutra positions."

(Y/n) looked up in confusion to see the shit eating grin on Sans' face, and started laughing when it clicked.

Sans felt his expression softening and buried his nasal ridge in her neck as he licked her there, feeling a shiver travel through her.

"s' do ya, sweetheart?" He asked softly, giving a pause to recover his normal voice from his nerves. "ya want me ta shove my thick cock in ya?"

His voice was full of sinful innuendo, and it made (Y/n) bite her lip.

Nervous, he pulled back to look down at her, one hand still holding her hand against the bed, the other holding her breast.

(Y/n) took a deep breath, feeling the embarrassment shadowed excitement rising in her.

She nodded, and Sans' tongue ran over his teeth a bit nervously.

"y-yeah?" He asked, seeming a little surprised.

(Y/n) nibbled on her lip more for a moment, then nodded again.

"y-yeah- yeah," he stuttered at first, but continued confidently. "course ya do, sweetheart, lemme, um," Sans ran his tongue over his teeth again as he looked down at her and moved to pull her shirt off.

She held on to it, not letting it go, and there was a nervous look in her eyes as her hand stayed in one spot in particular over her shoulder.

Shit- that was the same look Sans had gotten when she'd tried to take off his shirt, he knew…

Alright, then. Not like sex with clothes on was unheard of. He just had to… get rid of the important stuff.

Sans' hands ran down her body as he made his way to her hips, the texture exciting her nerve endings.

He tried to think back over all of the things he'd seen in his exploration of human porn, and remembered that they used their mouths on each other. They used their hands on each other. They used- well, they pretty much used anything they had on each other…

Sans remembered that little bump on the outside, and decided to see what he could do with that.

He could tell that she was nervous when he tugged her bottoms off, baring her at once instead of layer by layer, so he went slow, letting the fabric drag over her until they came off and he tossed them away.

Sans' tongue nervously ran over his teeth again as he leaned forward, starting at her knees with nips and nuzzles, making sure he wasn't going too fast; the women in those human/ monster porn videos were likely the only human women to have done this before, and he didn't want to scare her away before he'd even had her once, let alone before he managed to get his fill.

(Y/n) just seemed to have the same kind of first time with a new partner nervousness he'd seen and experienced before, after all, this was such a vulnerable place to be; all uncovered and bare to the world and others judgment.

Sans wrapped his arms around her thighs, reveling in the soft squishiness for a moment before going to the apex.

An alluring scent met his nasal cavity, and when he sniffed it, he couldn't help but think how delicious it smelled.

His tongue extended, touching her, and the gasp she gave encouraged him to crawl closer and engage more, careful to keep the points of his teeth from her, but letting his tongue slide over her wet folds.

His sweetheart's flavor coated his tongue, and it could rival mustard and whiskey for the best thing he'd ever tasted.

Sans played his tongue along her, letting it dance over her as he found out exactly what made her cry out.

A twist here, a lick there…

Soon her hips were arching with each movement, and Sans' phalanges were gripping her soft thighs to keep her still enough for him to continue.

He was so buried in his work, that he didn't notice how close she was until her hips were shivering and a sudden whining cry came from her.

His tongue licked her delicious taste from his mouth as he crawled back over her, his eyelights taking in her beautiful body as he made it back up to her mouth and his teeth and tongue met her lips in a passionate kiss.

Her hands were stroking over his spine, ribs and shoulders as she kissed him back.

She was so sweet and soft under him…

He didn't deserve it, piece of shit that he was.

Sans pulled back, looking down into (Y/n)'s eyes, his soul twisting inside his ribcage. "ya- ya sure ya want this, sweetheart?"

(Y/n) looked up at him in confusion. Did… he not want to?

"Do you?" She asked softly.

He seemed surprised by that. "y-yeah- course i do, sweetheart- i-i was jus' makin' sure ya were still on board…"

She gave him a soft smile that made him melt a little, and nodded.

"yeah?" He confirmed.

She nodded again.

"yeah…" He was a bit nervous, so he leaned back down and kissed her again, his tongue sliding against her own.

He didn’t know what it was that made her want a bum like him, but he was just going to take it as a win.

(Y/n) moaned against his teeth, her chest arching up to his hand as it went back to squeezing and groping it.

The kiss grew more and more heated, especially when the points of his teeth pressed into her lip, making her gasp.

Sans' kiss turned to nips and nuzzles down her jaw to her throat, stopping at her collarbone. His hands trailed down her body as he straightened so he was kneeling between her thighs, leaving trails of goosebumps.

His tongue licked over his teeth as they turned up in a carnal grin while his hands tugged at the strings to his shorts.

"ya look s'fuckin' gorgeous all laid out fer me like that," he told her.

(Y/n) felt a jolt of excitement shoot through her at his words, and knew her face was reflecting it when his grin widened.

Finally, his shorts fell down his femurs, and (Y/n) could see when he had there.

Her eyes widened at what she saw.

He was maybe slightly longer than average, definitely a bit thicker. It matched his tongue in color, with a dark shadow in the center, and what may have been cartilage surrounding the shaft with what looked like a ribbed, slightly bumpy texture, the head was a bit brighter in color, and she swore she saw a glimmer that matched his false tooth somewhere down there.

Sans noticed her staring, and a blush dusted his cheekbones.

"like whatcha see, sweetheart?" He asked suggestively, taking himself in his hand and guiding the head to rub along her crease, giving a chuckle as her flustered state grew moreso.

She was so wet that the head of his cock slipped between her lips and he began dragging it up and down, giving a groan.

"stars, y're s'warm- nnnngh… pretty sure y're a'ready wet enough fer me ta make it in, too…" He focused his head over the dimple of her opening, rubbing and watching her squirm. "heh… uungh… 'm jus' torturin' both a us now, ain't i?" He asked breathlessly, pausing for a moment to watch her nod in agreement before lining himself up and starting to slowly push in.

(Y/n) gasped, surprise at the feeling of him entering her showing on her face.

He felt so…

She couldn’t even figure out how to describe it.

Maybe like using a silicone dildo?

He was smooth, but still had enough grab that she felt him going in.

Maybe it was how a normal human dick felt, but… honestly, it had been too long for her to remember…

(Y/n) was glad that Sans was going so slow, since she hadn’t had anything that wide in her in at least a while, if ever, and she felt the stretch with every little bit of progress he made.

As Sans inched into his sweetheart, letting soft curses out the whole way, his body seemed to be failing him, unable to keep him up, and he curled down over her more the farther he got. By the time he was hilted, one hand had managed to stay on the back of her thigh, but the other had twisted a deathgrip into the sheet over her shoulder, and his chest was nearly pressing against hers.

“nnn, sweeeetheeeaart…” he groaned, “fuuuuck… ya feel s’goooood…”

A soft, panted giggle of excitement and pride left her as her eyes opened to see him, his head bowed and eye sockets clenched almost like he was in pain as he panted.

“Sans,” she murmured softly, not even registering that her voice was mostly working as a hand lifted to his jaw and directed his mouth back to hers. “You feel good, too…” She kissed him, and he lost himself in it.

Sans slowly slid out, and she could feel each bump and ridge sending ripples of sensation the light up every nerve. She gasped, her hands tightening on him, and he paused, looking over her as she took a breath, then went back to her lips.

When he started rocking his hips, she whined, and Sans growled into her mouth, each sound she made only making him hungry for more.

(Y/n) felt Sans’ hand tighten on her thigh, holding it firmly around him as he started thrusting in earnest, now, the thick feel of his cock making him feel longer, she suspected, and the feeling of him over her, panting and groaning out surprisingly sweet nothings, made her want more of him, feeling greedy for whatever he’d give.

“stars- y’re so fuckin’ pretty,” he gasped to her, “ya l-look s- so be-eautiful under me… haaah! shit! y’re so tight, sweetheart… nnnnggh! i dunno how ya can feel this good wit’out it countin’ as a sin…”

His hips were picking up the pace, and (Y/n) whined and moaned louder, arching her hips with his thrusts and dragging her hands over him, her nails scraping over the bones hidden under his shirt.

He felt so good- so right …

So amazing…

“Sans,” she gasped, starting to pant his name as his soft gasping made way to growls, his panted breath growing rougher along with his thrusts.

(Y/n) panted his name like a mantra as he thrust, his movements filling her and leaving her empty in nearly the same instant.

“aaaah, sweetheart…” his moan trailed off as his hand tightened on her thigh. “sweetheart, i wanna feel ya come fer me- fuck- i f-fuckin’ need ta feel ya comin’ on my cock-” Sans gasped for a breath that came back out as a growl that made shivers of need wiggle in her belly.

His pelvis was slapping against her soft skin, his movements rhythmic and precise as he pounded into her.

She was so wet that it was spreading everywhere, her inner walls starting to clench with Sans’ movements.

"uuuuuuuuunngh, yes, sweetheart," he groaned, pushing into her a little harder. "come fer me an' let yer tight lil pussy squeeze me…"

(Y/n) felt her inner muscles clench and shiver as she reached the edge, then, with a loud cry, she fell over and it was like free falling through clouds of ecstasy as all of the amazing sensations seemed only to intensify as Sans kept thrusting.

"fuck- oh fuck- y-yeah," Sans groaned shakily, his hands tightening, one on her thigh, and one probably ripping holes in the sheet clenched in his fist as he continued to buck into her. "sweetness, y-ya feel s-so- …perfect," he sighed out softly before his jaw clenched.

(Y/n) whimpered and held tight to him as she came again.

"ungh! f-fffuuuck," he ground out, curling forward around her and groaning her name into her shoulder as he came.

They panted together to catch their breaths, and Sans let out a small grunt as he pressed his pelvis against her. "nnn, stars- y're s-still suckin' at me, sweetheart," he groaned, sounding like he was in heaven.

(Y/n) let out a chuckle, her face burying itself in his shoulder as soft, satisfied noises left her.

Sans wrapped his arms around her and flopped over, rolling so that she was on top of him and stroking her head where it laid against his shoulder with the hand that wasn't cradling her on him. "mmnnnf, tha' was…" He trailed off as his arms gave a gentle squeeze.

"Good…?" (Y/n) offered.

"good? fuck 'good', sweetheart, that was fuckin' amazin' ," he groaned.

(Y/n) felt her lips curl up in a smile, glad he was as affected as she was. "Yeah," she agreed.

He let out a small grunt of satisfaction, and (Y/n) realized that he was still actually in her.

That was… different…

"Sans," she asked, moving her hips to let him slip out, but not feeling him move.

His hands went to her hips to hold her still. "nn, jus', let it be, sweetness. it feels so good inside ya…"

She stopped moving, but asked, "is that normal?"

"fer me, yeah. humans don't stay in?" He asked.

(Y/n) thought back over everything she'd learned or experienced. "Noh," she squeaked.

"huh," he commented. "maybe ya jus' never met a guy with a big enough baculum," he chuckled, making it sound like it was a small dick joke.

"A whakh? Whakh's that?" She asked, looking up at his relaxed face. [A what? What's that?]

"baculum," he repeated. "'s th' bone that jus' boned ya, sweetheart," he chuckled, "penile bone."

She thought for a moment, then, realizing her voice worked better at softer volumes, softly told him, "I don't remember ever hearing about that bone in human biology…"

Sans looked down at her in surprise. "ya mean humans ain't got one?" He asked.

(Y/n) shook her head humming a no.

Sans chuckled to himself. "well sweetheart, i'd tell ya a joke 'bout my penile bone, but ’s too long." He burst out laughing, sending tremors of laughter through her.

(Y/n) snorted and let out a soft chuckle.

After a moment, Sans hummed. "i have a feeling that boss's gonna be really pissed t'day," he told her, turning his jaw to give a nip at her cheek as his hands ran up and down her body that was still sprawled over his. "cause i feel like i owe it ta ya ta spend th' day showin' ya how it works, now," he teased, letting his tongue lick up behind her ear.

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A/N: Aww, how sweet, Sans!

Sans: shaddup! ain't like that!

I read it- in fact I wrote it, so I know it's like that.

Sans: only 'cause ya fuckin' embellished th' shit outta it!

*stage whispers* I toned down the sweetness. Don't need cavities when I'm already going to get my wisdom teeth out.

Sans: *flushed bright red* i said shaddup!!

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winter bakin’ | jovier

pairing - javier chavez & @jojohood

time - sometime around winter break

setting - the kitchens

summary - javier and jojo make cookies for the holidays

The best part of Christmas was the baking. At least that was Javier’s opinion in previous years. This year he had something even better to look forward to, and that was baking with one of his favorite people. She might not be the most adept baker, but it was still nice to have company in the kitchen. And Javier couldn’t have asked for better company than Jojo. Grabbing the last of the ingredients, he gave her a quizzical look. “Now, the only question is…” he trailed off as if to build suspense as he reached into the drawer. It wasn’t anything that needed the suspense, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t fun to make it sound like a much larger debate than it was. “Do we want to do snowmen or the traditional gingerbread man?” Though he was asking for her opinion, he definitely made his own known by nodding his head slightly towards the former.

Jojo wasn't exactly what anyone would call the most festive person, but that didn't mean she hated the holidays. How could she, when her home back in Sherwood always went all out for them? It just meant that while she admired the holiday lights and decorations and all that stuff, she didn't usually participate in any of it firsthand. She especially didn't if it had anything to do with cooking or baking, but baking holiday cookies was a fun excuse to hang out with Javier. Not that Jojo needed an excuse -- almost without her even noticing, Javier had become one of those rare people that she knew she could hit up to talk about anything, at any time. And she must like him a lot if she was here, ready to try making cookies for the first time. "Hmmm..." Jojo said outloud as she struggled to tie her long, wavy hair back into a ponytail or bun to keep it out of the way from getting burned or something like that. She considered saying gingerbread just because she knew he wanted the other one more but she ended up going with, "Fuck tradition! Let's make some tiny snowmen!" With that, she finally wrestled most of her hair into a ponytail that stayed and she wiped her hands on the side of her pants. "So, Chef Chavez, how do we start this thing? Because I'm not kidding when I say the extent of my baking knowledge is those tv competition shows."

Javier could hardly contain his excitement when she agreed with him. He honestly would have been okay with either cookie, he just liked the way the snowmen looked and the fact that they had more icing on them than the gingerbread men. “Seriously, don’t even worry about that. That’s what I’m here for,” he said, trying to make her feel better about her inexperience with baking. “I can show you what to do. It’ll all be fine, trust me.” He’d shown plenty of people how to make things. Okay, maybe not that many people, but he was sure that he could teach Jojo a simple sugar cookie recipe. “So first, we’re going to pour flour, baking powder, and salt together in a medium bowl and use this to mix it together.” He handed her a whisk as he spoke, with his other hand setting out the measuring cup to measure out the mentioned ingredients. “And while you do that, I’ll get the butter and sugar going in the mixer.” Javier waited until all the dry ingredients were properly measured before moving on to beat the butter and sugar together and tossed her a reassuring glance. “See? So far so good. You have nothing to worry about.”

"Worried? I'm not worried," Jojo lied through her teeth in the most teasing tone she could manage. She wasn't used to the part of liking somebody that made her insecure that they'd think less of her if she proved herself talentless, but at least Javier was nice about it. He was nice about everything, and besides, it wasn't like cookies were even that hard of a recipe to not fuck up. "And I do trust you," she admitted with a sigh. It was weird to say those words and even weirder to mean it, but it felt like a good kind of weird. "Alright, let's go!" She rubbed her hands together before taking the whisk from Javier and nodded. It sounded simple enough. Just mixing together weird dry powders. And whisking itself was easy enough to do, even without paying too much attention, which was good because the best part of this by far was getting to watch Javier. Even when he was doing simple stuff like beating butter and sugar together, it was kind of sexy; he was just so casually confident in the kitchen. "Right? I don't want to jinx myself but I think I might be a whisk master already. Do you ever just eat the sugar-butter mixture by itself? Because that looks good!"

Before he had been grinning at getting to do the shape he wanted, but now that grin turned into something softer; it wasn’t everyday that Javier was told that someone trusted him. Not that he’d ever do anything to make him untrustworthy, but he wasn’t naive enough to assume that absolutely nobody had preconceived notions regarding the VK’s. Although he’d never accuse Jojo of being like that. After all, if she thought something, she would say it. She was definitely not the type to say one thing and mean another, and maybe that was why he’d appreciated the comment so much, although really it wasn’t that big of a deal. They were only making cookies, not a whole lot of trust was needed in the subject, but it was still very much appreciated to be heard. And he also appreciated the enthusiasm she exuded even while doing something she had said time and time again she wasn’t good at. Javier laughed when she called herself a whisk master and peered into her bowl, a playful gasp leaving his lips. “Wow, that’s the best whisking job I’ve ever seen. And that’s coming from me.” Her question gave him a slight pause, a look of guilt spreading over his face briefly. “Uh, yeah, but no judging me! I only did it the first time I made cookies over here because, well, it was the first time I’d made cookies with fresh ingredients. And I do not suggest eating just butter and sugar. It’s kind of gross.”

Jojo rolled her eyes but couldn't help but smile at Javier's surprised gasp; joking around in a kitchen together was annoyingly just as much fun as the lame people in romcoms made it seemed, and she kind of hated herself for actually puffing up a little bit at his playful compliments. Maybe it was too late for her and she was officially a fool with feelings. She'd think about that later, though. Right now, she had a handsome and hilarious boy to mock. "Um, permission to remain unjudged denied! I can't say I don't get the temptation though. It looks freaking tasty." She looked down at the mixture and then over at Javier with mischief twinkling in her eyes. "Hey, are you one of those cooks that gets weird about people sticking their fingers in your food?" she added, sticking a finger out menacingly towards the butter and sugar bowl. "Do you dare me to taste it?”

“I just told you it was gross and you still wanna try it?” Javier asked, laughing as her finger neared the mixing bowl. “I’m not one of those, no, but like I said, I really advise against it.” He made sure the mixer was off before tipping the bowl towards her. “But if you really want to do it, be my guest. Just don’t blame me when it’s the worst thing you’ve ever had. I warned you it was gross.” He had to admit, even though there wasn’t much baking being done and more messing around, he was having a great time. It was always a good time with Jojo, no matter what they were doing. “I’m about to add vanilla, egg, and almond extract though, if you’d rather wait. We’re almost to dough and that tastes a lot better than just butter and sugar.”

For someone who had never been in any relationship before and had only really seen successful ones, Jojo really had a bad habit of waiting for the other show to drop, and so she kept expecting Javier to get annoyed that she delaying their progress, or that she was just goofing off, but it felt more and more like waiting for something that wouldn't come, and that made it easier to be herself. "Yeah! You can't call something gross and honestly not expect me to try and test it out," Jojo snickered. She loved self-imposed dares and trying new shit out, and this felt like a good opportunity to do both of those things. She considered waiting for a moment so she could have the full dough experience as Javier suggested but then she just shrugged. "I'll try it when you get it all doughy too but I'm too curious right now!" Her finger swiped the edge of the mixture and scooped some up. "Cheers," she laughed, popping it into her mouth and keeping eye contact with him the whole time. The taste wasn't as bad as she had been expecting and she covered her mouth with her hands as she laughed. "Dude... is it bad that I liked it?"

Sure, he’d definitely had worse tasting things on the Isle, but this was gross more so because of texture than anything else. Just watching Jojo eat it made him grimace, remembering his reaction the first time he’d tried the mixture. It was not at all the one she gave him now, and Javier couldn’t help but snicker. “I mean, everyone’s got different tastes?” He responded, reaching for the next set of ingredients to add to the bowl. “But I’m telling you. Nothing's gonna beat the dough. I know they say you shouldn’t eat raw dough because of the eggs and what not, but it’s still amazing. I could sit and eat an entire bowl of it, honestly. Who needs actual cookies when the dough tastes a little better?” After adding in the vanilla and eggs, Javier added the dry ingredients, setting the mixer to low and letting it do its thing. “So, thought about how you wanna decorate your snowman? Do we want royal icing or would you rather use fondant?”

Jojo felt even more like smiling at the look on Javier's face; he looked absolutely aghast, and it genuinely cracked her up that she could gross him out a little bit. And then he laughed and it made her laugh, and her heart felt light. She was still getting used to the fact that somebody's emotions had such sway on hers, but it felt so good right now. "I love raw cookie dough, man," she laughed. "I'd eat it all day, but I guess I wait until they're real cookies. That's the Christmassy thing to do, yeah? And I'm not sure. How are you going to decorate yours? Not that I'm planning on copying you, but you're the kitchen genius here! I'm not even sure I know what fondant is, actually, except that the cooking shows say it's hard to use. Which of those is more fun to lick off? I vote for the best licking experience!"

“You have no idea what fondant is? Wow, I really have failed to teach you anything,” Javier sighed exaggeratedly and shook his head. “But at least you know it’s hard to work with, and honestly it doesn’t taste great. It just makes decorations look better. Especially when you’re trying to create a scene or build something. Royal icing it is, but don’t expect it to come right off when you lick it like regular frosting does. As for how I’m decorating… I’m not sure. I guess I was just gonna do a regular old Frosty type snowman. Boring, huh?” He was really glad that they’d gotten the chance to do this, especially since she’d always said she wasn’t any help in the kitchen. It was nice to have someone other than his sister or dad in there with him, and someone he could really joke around with like they had been. Javier really felt a connection with Jojo, and it made him really happy to know that she hadn’t gotten sick of him yet. He hoped that day wouldn’t come for a long, long time, if it ever did come. For now, though, they had cookies to worry about. What the future held for them could wait; besides, it was much for fun to live in the present with her. “Ready to roll it out? You wanna do the honors?”

"It's not my fault you look hot when you're explaining kitchen stuff," Jojo complained, fake-fanning herself as if he was too sexy at this moment to even stand. "It makes it hard to listen to you when I just wanna kiss your face." She was good at saying bold stuff like that over text but in person, it made her blush a little and she let herself listen about the icing instead. "Eh, some people say boring. Some say classic. Me? I say boring," she joked, "but it'll taste delicious for sure." She nodded when asked about rolling out the cookies and she excitedly took the roller to the dough, ready to show her stuff. "You're not going to get behind me like a guy in the movies to 'show me how it's done', are you?" Jojo jested, her strong forearms making quick work of the dough.

Javier “looking hot” was something he was still getting used to; the only time he thought the word described him at all was in a literal sense, not an attractive sort of way. He scoffed lightly and rolled his eyes, muttering a “yeah, right” as he busied himself cleaning the area while she rolled out the dough. “You know, I kind of thought you’d say that,” he joked, moving the ingredients no longer needed out of the way to make room for the icing. Egg whites, vanilla, and confectioner’s sugar were pulled out instead, and measured carefully into a new bowl for the standing mixer. “Wow, do I really come across as that kind of guy?” Javier snorted, trying and failing to feign offense. He traded his expression for a small pout, adding on, “I didn’t think you thought so little of me.”

Jojo was very familiar with the sort of reaction Javier let out when she called him hot -- honestly, it was the kind of reaction she always had whenever anybody complimented her looks. She was convinced she was the worst looking in her family and just sort of weird-looking in general, but that was different; Javier was actually hot, super fucking hot. She'd thought so even before they started whatever this was. "It's true," she sighed, but otherwise let it go as they started preparing the icing and she licked her lips in anticipation for tastiness. Jojo giggled at his false-offense, raising a brow at him. "Maybe I just wanted to get you behind me," she quipped, shrugging a shoulder. "But seriously though, no. You're the least 'that kind of guy' I've ever met. It's why you're my favorite."

‘You’re my favorite,’ wow. Javier hadn’t expected to hear those words or have the kind of reaction he did; he could feel his cheeks warm as a smile tore across his face. The only people he’d been the favorite of were his father and sister, and that didn’t have nearly the same effect on him as hearing it from Jojo. “Favorite, huh?” he echoed teasingly, or at least that’s how he meant to repeat it. He was sure it didn’t come off quite like that with his cheeks still tinted with blush. It probably came off more like a schoolgirl laughing a bit too hard at a joke her crush had just told, which truth be told did describe how he was feeling at that moment a little bit. Giddy, giggling to himself in a slightly idiotic manner in response to something his crush said. Javier cleared his throat to compose himself a bit, busying his hands with the icing that was quickly coming together. “And if that’s what you really want, I guess I can show you how to pipe the icing onto the cookie. Have you ever used this stuff before? It’s kind of fun, a little like coloring if I’m being honest. Just draw a border around the area you want to ice and then fill it in,” while he explained, he separated the icing into several bowls so they could color it for whatever accessories their snowmen would be wearing. “Is the dough ready to cut and bake?”

#para #para: jojo #para: winter bakin'#asujojo #/ hi remember when you said like forever ago this should be posted??#/ it sat in a google doc for way too long after that lmao my bad #/ also titles are hard lmao #/ this one is awful

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