#they’re just like hey buddy you look like you could use a break how about you come in for some lunch and maybe we can talk or smth and

[mydearlybeloathed]

𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ²

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥...

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: whispers all around the marine ship warn of a new cadet handpicked by the vice admiral himself, making for fine gossip. meanwhile, the strawhat crew wonders why their captain is so frustrated with a storybook.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: opla!luffy x gn!reader, koby x platonic!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.5k

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: use of Y/N, gender neutral reader, angst, platonic fluff, koby and reader team up of the century

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤: this is me trying

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Koby really wanted Helmeppo to shut up, but didn’t have the heart to say it. So he let his new friend rattle on and on whilst they were meant to be getting important work done mopping the deck.

Though Koby did admit, the hushed whispers around the ship of a new cadet were intriguing. And apparently, Helmeppo knew all about the new recruit.

“New?” Helmeppo laughed. “They’re far from new. Been at this for a matter of months and already they’re at the top.”

“How come?” Koby couldn’t help but ask, leaning slightly on his mop. “Experience?”

“Probably,” Helmeppo considered, turning secretive the next moment. “I hear they grew up with Garp, learned all they know from him and their father, who also happens to be a major.”

No wonder there was so much praise for this cadet. “And they’re really that good?”

Helmeppo nodded through a sigh. “So they say. Apparently, they’ve been assigned to this ship by Garp himself. No big surprise there. If this cadet is as fierce as they claim, we’ve got some competition.”

Koby nodded mindlessly, getting back to swabbing the deck, trying his best to focus, but Helmeppo just moved on to the next topic of his interest. 

“Hey, do you wonder—” Helmeppo stopped short, catching sight of an approaching figure through the dark shrouding the deck. 

Glancing up, Koby saw them too, a puzzled crease forming on his brow. The figure fumbled about the dark, mumbling to themself, two buckets in hand. 

Only after nearly tripping over air and stumbling to a stop did they draw out a sigh and assess their surroundings, finding Koby and Helmeppo watching with equally curious expressions.

“Oh, uhm,” they stammered, stepping into the dim lamplight Koby had set to the side. “Hello. I’m, uh, I was sent me to help.” They set down the buckets and stepped back. “Fresh warm water, and uhm, soap.”

Koby reacted quicker than Helmeppo, who watched this stranger carefully. He went to inspect the first bucket, smiling at the sudsy water. Given that Helmeppo had knocked their bucket over and Koby could only save a quarter of the water, this was a godsend. “Thank you. This helps a lot.”

The words went straight to the stranger’s head, a smile breaking out on their face as they turned to take up a spare mop. “No problem. Anything to stay useful. That’s what my dad always says, at least. A useless soldier's a dead soldier, or something like that.”

Whatever reservations Helmeppo had faded at the prospect of another gossip buddy, prompting an eye roll from Koby as he moved to start cleaning the farther end of the deck.

“Are you new?” he asked. “I haven’t seen you before.”

“Oh, yeah,” the stranger replied. “I just transferred from that marine base we’re docked at.”

Helmeppo immediately stopped mopping and zeroed in on the stranger, like a disarming fledgling hawk to an unbothered mouse. “You would know about Y/N L/N, then. They’re being transferred to this ship too.”

There was a brief silence after the question, only long enough to have Koby cast a curious glance back at them. The stranger stopped mopping too, a thoughtful look crossing their face, before they nodded. “What about Y/N L/N?”

“So you’ve met them?” Helmeppo wondered, cutting the stranger off before they could answer. “I’m curious to see if they live up to their reputation.”

The stranger folded their hands behind their back, face quite expressionless. “Oh… What’s their reputation? From an outside perspective, I mean?”

“Only that they’re responsible for twenty arrests within the span of three months. That’s bullshit, in my opinion. But that’s just the tip of the iceberg.” The stranger’s undivided attention was now given to Helmeppo, and he was living for it. “Apparently, they were trained up by Vice Admiral Garp himself. I hear they’ve even had a drink with Dracule Mihawk. Can you believe that? Honestly, I’m just waiting to meet this cadet and see if they’re as cold hearted as everyone says.”

Now, Koby was smart. He had to be in order to survive. So of course he’d caught on far before Helmeppo, watching the stranger’s grip on their broom tighten and their gaze tighten into a glare. 

He rushed up behind the stranger and mimed for Helmeppo to shut up. All Koby got in return was a strange sort of look and complete ignorance. Koby ran a palm over his face.

The stranger was quiet for an everlasting moment, before they dipped their mop into a bucket and continued to do their job. “It was twenty-three.”

Helmeppo tilted his head as if to hear them better. “Sorry?”

Quite having enough of hearing what other people thought of you, you swiftly whirled back to face him with a steeled expression. “I said I took part in twenty-three arrests in three months. I was raised in the same town as Garp, so yes he trained me as a child. I’ve never met Dracule Mihawk and I’ve never had a drink with anyone.”

You jutted out your chin. “And yes, I’d say I am cold hearted when the situation requires it. Like when dealing with a ignorant, gossiping pain in my ass!”

Jaw slack, Helmeppo searched out for Koby’s assistance, only receiving a pointed glare from his friend. You mopped some more and moved to go back over the spot Helmeppo had already done. “Put some more elbow grease into it, yeah? These decks outta be spotless by morn.”

Miraculously, the deck was nothing but tranquil after that. The three of you worked in silence till just as you’d said, the deck was spotless to your satisfaction. Helmeppo retreated back to the barracks immediately, seeking to collect his pride off the floor, leaving you and Koby.

Koby was going to apologize on his friend’s behalf when he found you picking up your bucket and mop and trudging off to the afterdeck. Koby followed after you, telling you, “Oh, we don’t have to clean the afterdeck. That’s next shift’s job.”

You didn’t reply, setting the sloshing bucket down and starting to work. Koby paused. “We should sleep. We’re setting off tomorrow—”

“I’m aware,” you said carefully, without too much malice. “I know we don’t have to. I want to. I’m not tired.”

The bags under your eyes begged to differ. Koby watched you work before he hurried off, and half of you was sorry to be alone again. But then the boy came back with his own mop in hand, causing you to halt and observe as he started to join you.

“What’re you…”

“I’m Koby,” he said, holding out a hand with a scant smile. 

Glancing down, you accepted his hand and grinned. “Y/N. But you knew that.”

He grimaced. “Sorry about Helmeppo.”

Shrugging, you said, “Eh, I’m used to it.”

And you set back to mopping the night away, having the occasional laugh with Koby who did the same. Only when there was without a doubt nothing left to clean of the afterdeck, yet you continued to go back over it, did Koby stop and get in your way.

“I can see my reflection in the deck,” he tried to joke. “It’s okay to stop.”

You couldn’t tell him he was wrong. If you stopped, you had time to think. If you had time to think, you’d think of him. If you thought of Luffy, well, you’d be lost to your thoughts for the rest of the night. It was a whole cycle you couldn’t afford to go down. Not as a marine. 

Marine’s don’t have time for trivial affairs such as heartache.

But Koby was insistent, snatching your mop away from you and holding you back when you tried to get it back. He held a soft look as you glared daggers into him. “I think I understand.”

You scoffed, giving up and picking up the buckets to put away. You turned your back and headed to find the supply closet. “What exactly do you understand?”

“I... I was on a pirate ship before this,” he told you, causing you to slow enough for him to fall into step beside you. “I was forced to do things I’m not proud of. Sometimes I feel like I’ve got to make up for it.”

You cast him a glance. “I wasn’t a pirate.”

“But you’ve done something you’re not proud of,” he guessed.

Coming to a halt, you bit down on your cheek as Koby turned to face you, confusion laced in his expression. “You don’t know me, Koby. I’m proud of how I got here. That doesn’t make it easier to sleep at night.”

“Okay,” he nodded. “I understand.”

He didn’t. He couldn’t. But it was nice he tried, you supposed. “Okay.”

So he helped to put away the mops and dump out the buckets, following you back to the barracks. All the lights were off, leaving limited sight to find your way to your bunk, clambering through the dark as quietly as you could.

Koby was having a harder time, tripping over something and nearly waking the whole room. You shot him a glare and hurried to bed, hiding under the covers. The bed was hardly comfortable, and tossing and turning did nothing to provide any comfort. 

Rolling onto your back, you refrained from opening your eyes as long as you could before they pried themselves open, and you came face to face with Monkey D. Luffy. His wanted poster was pinned to the underside of the top bunk, something you had thought was a good idea at the time, but now it offered an unwanted spectator to your sleeplessness.

Still, you didn’t have the heart to take it down, pulling the thin blanket up over your head.

જ⁀➴

Nobody wanted to be the first to approach the captain, not when he was in a mood none of them had ever seen him in. If the crew was honest, it made them nervous.

“Somebody should make sure he’s okay,” said Usopp, looking around the lot of them as if to prompt one of them to step up. 

They all leaned upon the railing around the ship’s helm, eyes locked on Luffy. The boy sat cross legged on the deck, a book of all things in his lap. From the crease in his brow, he was growing increasingly frustrated.

“Not it,” Zoro quipped when he caught Nami giving him that look.

She rolled her eyes and pushed off the rail, glaring as she scathed, “Honestly.”

Taking tentative steps, Nami assessed the situation closer, not meaning to provoke whatever was going on in Luffy’s head. The book lay open to the very first page, his face a little too close to the words as he sighed every few seconds. He flipped to the next page, then the next, before gritting his teeth and going back to the first. 

Kneeling at his side, she bumped his shoulder as she settled down. “Luffy?”

“Hmm?” He barely looked up from the page, and Nami wondered if he even registered what she’d said.

“You okay?” When she didn’t get a response, she ducked forward to see what he was reading. “The Two Birds?”

Luffy snapped the book shut so fast Nami flinched, the sudden smile on his face a little bit of whiplash. “Sorry, what?”

“Luffy, what’s wrong?” she asked, concerned. “You’ve been glaring at that storybook all day.”

“Nothing,” he waved her off and tried to hide the book behind him. “Is it time to eat?”-

Nami wasn’t letting him get away from this, not when his smile was a little too bright to be real. Luffy had never been like this, and it was worrying her more than she liked to admit. “Luffy.”

Gaze flickering from each of her eyes, Luffy’s smile slowly but surely lost its enthusiasm, lips curling downward. He brought the book back to his lap, holding it ever so gently, skimming his fingertips over the cover. “It belongs to my lover.”

“Wait.” She blinked. “Lover?”

Nodding, Luffy almost smiled. “It’s their favorite book. I used to have more, but my ship sank. This is the only one I could save.”

The melancholy in how he said it gave Nami a sick kind of feeling, a million different ideas of this stranger’s fate coming to mind. She almost didn’t even ask. “What happened to them?”

“We got separated a few months ago,” he said, before giving the book a firm nod, “but I’ll find them again.”

“How do we do that?” Nami asked instantly, drawing another half smile out of Luffy as he raised his eyes to meet hers.

“Well,” Luffy laughed breathily, “it’s a bit complicated. They’re with the marines.”

They weren’t dead, which was good, Nami supposed. But this? This wasn’t what she’d expected. “Your lover is a marine?”

“Unfortunately. I couldn’t save them. But they’re strong.” His grin wavered. He thought of that sinking feeling when you remained on land, staring after him with this look he couldn't get out of his head. You'd looked like this was what you planned; him escaping, and you staying. It had been noble of you, he supposed, and he could never hate you for it.

Luffy swallowed thickly and his eyes went all misty. “They’re the strongest, kindest, truest person I know. I’ll find them, and I’ll return their book.”

Nami still couldn’t figure it out. “If they’re so good, why’re you burning a hole into their book?”

“Oh.” Luffy’s cheeks warmed at the question. “Uhm, I was trying to read it but… I got stuck. They usually read it to me.”

She should have left it at that. Really, Nami should have patted him on the back and offered to get a pre-dinner snack to cheer him up. But for some reason, Nami found herself looking at the storybook and hesitantly saying, “Can I?”

“Really?” The shine in Luffy’s eyes nearly made it worth it. 

Nami sighed and forced a smile. Only, she didn’t have to force it too much; Luffy’s quickly brightening expression warmed her from the inside out. “Sure. Hand it over.”

She’d barely laid a hand on the book when Luffy whipped his head around and shouted across the deck, “Guys! Nami’s reading a story!”

“Luffy…” she groaned, pursing her lips as Usopp jumped down the stairs, swiftly followed by Sanji and a more reluctant Zoro. 

Luffy raised a brow. “What?”

Letting out a huff, Nami simply flipped open the book. Usopp plopped down beside her, leaning in to see what book it was. 

“A story?” Zoro asked, ever unamused. Nami shut him up with one glare. 

“I personally am happy to hear Nami’s lovely voice,” Sanji piped in with a wink.

Nami gave the chef a deadpan, her head tilted. “Thanks.”

“C’mon,” Usopp urged her. “Let's see if it beats the tales of Great Captain Usopp.”

“All right, all right,” she laughed, turning to the very first page and starting to read off the story to them. 

Every once in a while Luffy would start frowning again, eyes unfocused, the words Nami read piercing his heart. It never lasted too long though, some commentary from Usopp dragging a snicker out of him. And when the story came to a close, Luffy offered his crew a grin. 

“Y/N would like you guys,” he said, raising some confusion among the men around him.

Nami tried to smile and, half to explain and half to reassure, said, “We’ll get your lover back, at some point.”

Maybe three seconds went by before all heads jolted in Luffy’s direction. 

“Lover?!”

>>

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[eli0004]

Thinking about University AU with Eren x his friend’s hot older sister.

⚠️ nsfw warning ⚠️

Implied age gap, but Eren is 21 and reader is only older by 2-3 years.

You two meet when he’s on spring break. You and a couple of your friends are doing a bonfire on the beach. It’s supposed to be a small thing, to hang out and smoke and have some drinks, listen to music to kick off the start of warmer weather.

Your younger brother Jean asks if he could come and bring a couple of his buddies. You say yes, assuming it will actually only be a few.

It was more than a few. Actually “a few” would be the biggest understatement of the year. Needless to say, you were pissed.

It turns out, Jean intended for in to be just him and 5 of his friends. One of those friends, none other than Eren Jeager, happened to text some of his friends, who texted their friends, and so on.

You’re standing by the fire, yelling at Jean for fucking up your function, while he’s trying to explain what happened, but you’re not having it.

Jean stomps off to go find Eren, and tells him he needs to come apologize to his sister because she’s pissed and now he won’t be able to smoke anymore since she supplies him. His broke ass can’t afford the good weed she’s got.

Eren’s like “woah man…don’t worry, I’ve got this.”

But when he walks over and sees you standing there, he loses his footing in the sand and trips over his flip flop, stumbling to the side like an idiot, and he realizes he absolutely does not got this.

How has he never noticed what a great body you have? Was your hair always this perfect? Why are you so hot when you’re angry?

When he approaches you, you raise an eyebrow at him, and he scratches the back of his neck.

“Hey, you’re Jean’s sister, right?” He glances to the side, scanning for him. You nod.

“Yeah, and what about it?” You ask, rolling your eyes at the question. You’re used to your little brother’s dumb friends trying to hit on you by now.

“Erm…I just wanna apologize for inviting so many people. I didn’t think they would all show up…and uh- please don���t take weed privileges away from Jean.”

You can’t help but laugh at that last part, finding it endearing that he was stumbling through an apology to save his friends ass, when you didn’t even expect to even get a “sorry”.

“Whatever man” you shrug, slowly turning away with a smile and waving him off. “I’m gonna go get a White Claw”

Since then, Eren couldn’t get you off his mind. He knew it was stupid, it’s not like you two had a moment or something back there, but it was just something about the way you looked at him after he apologized.

The next time you see each other is on Jeans birthday. Your parents are hosting a dinner party for him, family and a few of his friends.

Eren happens to be there, and they’re all downstairs in the basement playing pool.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought Eren was cute. The whole night you’d been smiling and throwing looks at him.

Then, you happen to be walking to your bedroom as Eren is exiting the bathroom, bumping into each other. He stumbles back in the dark hallway.

“Shit, sorry” he reaches out to steady you. “Are you ok?”

“Better than i was a second a go” you grin, eyes twinkling. Eren’s brain just kinda…goes blank.

…

About 20 minutes goes by and you’re sucking him off against the door of the bathroom you two are locked in. One of his hands is tangled in your hair, the other is gripping the granite countertop like his life depends on it.

He doesn’t dare look down or he knows he’ll cum too quick. You’re older, more experienced, and it’s obvious you know what you’re doing. He’s never had a blow job like this in his life.

He feels like his soul is leaving his body, head thrown back against the door as he lets out soft whimpers between heavy pants. He knows he can’t be loud, but you coerce the sounds out of him with every slurp around his cock.

The fact that he’s getting blown off on his best friends birthday by his big sister is something he doesn’t know whether to be turned on by or ashamed of himself, but he’s filthy and he doesn’t care.

His abs tense and his hips buck slightly as he feels himself getting dangerously close.

“Fuck, fuck i’m close..I’m gonna cum.” He hisses, trying to pull back on your hair so you don’t have to swallow.

But you push his hips back against the door and move your head faster, hollowing your cheeks. His legs nearly give out underneath him as he cums hard, spilling into your mouth.

When you stand up, look him in the eyes and swallow, wipe your mouth with your sleeve and push him aside, leaving him there with his dick out and soft, he knows he’s in love. Perhaps obsessed is a better word, but Eren is a hopeless romantic. He’d rather call it love, if love feels as invigorating as your mouth all over him.

#attack on titan #aot #aot smut #aot x reader #aot headcanons #aot x y/n #eren yeager smut #eren jeager x reader #eren jeager smut #eren smut #eren aot #eren x you #eren x reader #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren x y/n #sub!eren #sub!eren jeager

[unicyclehippo]

flew for the first time in a very long time, since well before covid started, & oh i missed it so much. first, how remarkable an invention a plane is, how clever, how world changing!! it can seem so normal but actually we are FLYING. i looked down on the clouds that look down on me. the sun rose & everything was brilliantly incandescently white. i stared out the window for the entirety of the admittedly too-short flight & cloud spotted—i saw lions & palaces of cloud & a fleet of dolphins breaking out of the waves. mostly it looked like quilting wadding. i love to fly. i love to people watch, i love to cloud watch, i love the clouds, i love the captains & the cabin crew. when i fly i feel like i will never run out of things to love about humans

a short list of things i loved about the two flights i took:

- special shoutout to the cabin crew, ground crew, they’re incredible. literally all the crew i interacted with had the biggest smiles & were so so friendly & helpful. if ur a crew member out there, i love you. huge shout out to the mid 50s (?) hostess on my first flight—short, super sharply put together in the “im a modern witch” kinda way—who had a quip for almost every comment directed her way. the only one i rmbr was when an elderly passenger called her love she replied “how’d you know my name is love? you must be a psychic!”

- all the passengers i saw were calm & unruffled at the least & sometimes very nice! all around me i could hear people meeting & passing with those small human courtesies repeated & repeated—pardon me, d’you mind if i duck past, hey do you need help with your bag, oh mind their head there, where are you headed, can you get by do you need some room, thank you, thank you, thank you, can i help you, can i help you, can i help you

- special shoutout to the passenger w the crying baby. he was such an upset baby & the only thing that calmed him was being walked up & down the aisle over & over. every time he came down the aisle, i saw heads turn toward him & people smiling their baby smiles—exaggerated, kind, often accompanied by a scrunch of the nose or a tiny wave. ‘he doesn’t sound happy poor thing,’ i heard a lot, or things like it, as his dad bounced him in his arms, & then, invariably, help was offered. ‘my mother swears by this trick‘ — ‘my husband does this to calm our kids” — ‘my wife always does this’. the flight was delayed by nearly fifty minutes. no one was allowed out of their seat as we idled on the tarmac except for this unhappy baby & his dad, walking up & down the aisle.

- special shoutout to my seat buddy, who had a wonderful bright yellow backpack with rainbow straps. i have a matching one & told her so. she said it was a whim, on account of the yellow & rainbow. i told her it’s a very durable bag & one of my favourites. there’s a softening that comes with a compliment, a small comment when we meet—it’s an invitation from then on to say whatever little something pops into our heads. are you listening to music? what book are you reading - oh it’s a library book! good on you mate! we gotta use them more. do you know how to get the headphones working—ooh i figured it out. mind if i use your charger, mines not working. hey the refreshments are headed this way did you want anything? are you headed home? my family is in the row in front & she smiles every time they twist uncomfortably to chat through the gaps in the seats. later, as we are waiting to disembark, she confesses she was on the flight before but it was cancelled . you mean i could’ve had more space, i teased. she laughed, apologises. i could have had far worse company…but not by much, i teased a little more, & she laughed harder. get home safe, we say to each other—i don’t know her name, she knows mine just because my mother whispered it through the seats (are you too hot back there? do you have enough leg room? i can’t move the seat but - oh your sister wants me to recline my seat onto you, im going to squish you!). get home safe, i hear echoed by ten more people to their seat buddies as i hurry off the plane. the last is from a smiling crew member (refer back to my first point. i love you crew members).

- a turbaned man held his baby up at the huge windows looking out to the planes. she clung to him for a minute then tried to dive out of his arms, her own spread wide like the wings of a plane, laughing.

- the women having dinner in the food court as we waited for our plane. i was facing away from them & somewhat half heartedly eavesdropping but every now & again they said something so familiar that it may as well have been my own sisters sitting behind me. ‘—don’t hate her but some of the things she says-‘ ‘i know, i know. can she even hear herself? it’s like. so self-centred.’ ‘and she THINKS she’s being the nice one or she wants us to think it? i don’t even KNOW anymore. like, either she’s so conceited she thinks we love everything she does or she knows she’s behaved badly & is enjoying, i don’t know, us not knowing what to say?’ ‘i KNOW. and, like, we have to be honest,’ ‘absolutely,’ ‘but at the same time it’s like. she should know.’ ‘she should KNOW.’ ‘but she doesn’t or she’s pretending not to and im so done.’ i don’t know who you ladies were, i never saw your faces, i wish you all the best with your friend.

- the Intensely Cheerful & Organised Mother who was my seat buddy on flight 1. you were corralling three teen daughters &, from the glimpses of your notebook i caught, were studying for a test on medicine or maybe nursing. i know you were all on your way to see taylor & you were Determined that it was going to be the perfect trip. i have never seen someone work so hard at getting their luggage to fit in the overhead compartments but you managed to find a space for all of it & i applaud you now

i know there’s more but im for bed. basically i love to fly & im so happy to have done it again

#you can ignore this

[octuscle]

Hey, uh, bit of an urgent query here. Me and my brother Jeremy have been visiting our cousins down south, out on the farm. (We’re all in our early twenties.) They’re very raunchy, rural, immature guys, y’know. Jeremy’s so smart and snobby, and he was constantly calling them dumb hicks, which I thought was really mean, since they’re family and they are basically good-natured guys…so I used the chronoviac to adjust him and make him one of their brothers instead—a dumb, grinning cowhand, all about booze and fishing and tusslin’—just for the weekend! Just so he could put themselves in their shoes and not be so superior for once. Well that was funny for a few days, but I woke up this morning and now I can’t find the chronoviac anywhere. Like it’s gone. I’m terrified that Jeremy may have it and what he might do with it in his, um, duller state. Is there anything I can do to retrieve it before something irreversible happens???

When you come into the kitchen, your brother is already sitting there, drinking a coffee and smoking a cigarette.

"Good mornin', liddel brother! Everythin' good? Is yawl lookin' fahwar sumpn? " He's playing with the Chronivac. And grins. "Dja play uh liddel game with may, buddy? Let's keep playin' thet game with pleasure. Ahm havin' uh hell uh uh lottuh fun. Ah took uh closer look at thus liddel thang. An naw matter how stupid yawl made may, Ah gist bout understood how tuh use it. Ah made uh few adjustments on mah end. Ah lahk it hare. I'd lahk tuh stay hare." Sweat breaks out on your forehead. "Is yawl scared? Don't bay. All Ah want iz fahwar mah liddel brother tuh stay hare, too. Yawl know, Ahv already looked fahwar uh job. But yawl need wun now, too. "

Your brother plays around on the display. You ask him to stop. He asks you to name a number between 1 and 3. "Yee-haw," your brother says, tapping the screen. Fuck, you kind of blacked out. Damn, why is your brother already awake. With his job in the IT department at the local oil company, he can usually sleep an hour or two longer than you. And now he's sitting here at the crack of dawn drinking a coffee before you. "Fayul out uh bed, big brother?" you ask, taking one of his cigarettes. "Overslept, liddel brother?  " he answers and gives you a friendly poke on the chest. "Naw, sum dawgone software error. Ahv gotta go! Say yawl tonight?" "Yawl bet, bro."

Your brother grabs his coffee and laptop bag and disappears. An office job really wouldn't be for you. Just having to shower in the morning before work would be a challenge. You take a deep breath from your armpit. Yes, that's what a good start to a working day smells like. But now you have to go. The bulls aren't going to feed themselves.

Enjoy your stay with your cousins. And don't worry, I've changed your brother's settings so that in a month you'll realize you're in a modified reality. Get in touch if you want me to correct anything then!

#male tf #muscle tf #chronivac #reality change #inked man #redneck tf

[lemonlover1110]

Can you make one we're nanami and toji are friends at work and reader is a new coworker and so they start a competition too see who can get her but they decide something completely different 😉😏like sharing her

Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader x Kento Nanami

Warnings: Smut, Threesome, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex (m. receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Cream Pie, Gagging

The moment you walked into the office, it was as if Cupid stroke them with his arrow. Their eyes glued on you, watching you take every step. You looked stunning. That’s the first thing they noticed about you.

Then your smile captivated them. Your laugh. Your mannerisms when you spoke. Your personality. The way you batted your eyelashes at someone when you wanted something, and more specific the buttons that came undone on your blouse when you wanted something from a man.

They’re victims of that. Of your pretty face and your sweet voice when you ask them for something, purposely showing a bit of cleavage. They fall for it too, because what’s the point of refusing? They don’t want to risk you getting mad at them.

“Oh, these are so pretty!” You gush, looking at the flowers that were left on your desk. You know they’re from Toji. Toji is always the type to send you flowers, and after many attempts of trying to find your favorite, he’s finally got them.

Kento shoots dagger at his co-worker, who’s doing everything he can to win you over. But of course, Kento doesn’t worry too much because the previous day he had bought you your favorite chocolates. At least the chocolates can be useful in some way while flowers are just decoration.

And Kento thinks of ways to one-up Toji. Kento wants you to think of him and only him, nothing with the man that just sent you flowers. But what can he do? Something romantic that won’t take any preparation? Perhaps lunch?

Truth is, the two co-workers are no longer friends because of you. The two men that could be considered best friends at work, can’t even look at each other without getting mad. They’re after the same woman, and both have made it clear they don’t have any intent to back out, so how could they possibly stay friends?

Kento can’t get more mad when he sees you walk over to Toji. He watches you bend down and kiss Toji’s cheek before muttering a thank you for the beautiful flowers. Kento’s jealousy goes beyond the roof, as if he wasn’t in that same position yesterday.

When Kento catches you in the break room, he thinks about his solution. A simple lunch. That’ll catch your attention more than some flowers, right?

“Hey, so I was wondering if you wanted to go out for lunch?” He asks. You pout, which worries him. Is there something wrong with him?

“I have lunch with a client today.” You inform him, which relieves him. At least he knows it’s not something he did. Well since lunch is off the table, and he doubts you’ll have energy to go to dinner with him after work, he thinks of the next best possible arrangement.

“How about tomorrow?” He asks, and before you can answer, Toji walks into the break room. Of course, he was eavesdropping.

“Just for lunch, right? Because I want to take her out to dinner.” Toji speaks, the two men glaring at each other. You don’t give them the chance to argue.

“How about the three of us go to dinner together, like the best buddies we are.” You lie through your teeth at the last few words. They’ve made it clear that they like you and that they’re in some sort of competition, so you know they’re not getting along.

“If that’s what you want.” Toji responds.

“Anything for you.” Kento says.

“And just so you two know– I love fine dining.”

-

Their competition doesn’t stop when they have to take you out to dinner together. They take you to the most expensive restaurant in the city, and of course they’re paying. They both try to woo you in their own manner, excluding each other from the conversations they start with you. While you try to make conversation that includes them both.

“So for how long have you two been working for the company?” You ask before bringing the glass of wine up to your lips. You made sure to get the most expensive bottle that the restaurant carries, and you’re for sure enjoying every drop of it.

“Three years.” Kento answers.

“Six years.” Toji says, looking at Kento and smirking. Kento clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes.

“Yet you haven’t managed to get a promotion.” Kento points out, making Toji furrow his eyebrows.

“I make twice as much money as you, shut your mouth, squirt.” Toji responds.

“We can compare right now, old man.” 

“I have to use the restroom, excuse me.” You interrupt the exchange. This is around the fifth time in the night that you’ve stopped their arguing. You stand up and walk away, while the two men glare at each other.

“Back off.” Toji tells the man that sits across from him.

“What? You’re so greedy. Your two other wives weren’t enough so you have to come after her? Will you let me have something for once?” Kento replies. Toji clicks his tongue.

“You’re so selfish. So what, I had two other relationships before and they didn’t work out, aren’t I allowed to be happy?” Toji says. He shakes his head in disappointment. “We were such great friends before this.”

“What do you want me to do? Just stand there and let you get with the woman I want?” Kento questions.

“You want her? Fine… But you don’t have to be so stingy.” Toji tells him, a smirk forming on his lips. Is fair to say Kento is confused. But when he finally understands, he isn’t opposed to the idea.

When you come back from the bathroom, the conversation begins again but now they’re actually talking to each other. You wonder what happened, but at the same time are glad that they seem to be getting along.

-

After dinner they insist on taking you home, which you accept. The three of you go to your apartment, and on the ride there they make jokes and laugh with each other. Your mind thinks about what possibly changed, and after many different possibilities, your brain sticks with one.

They’re sharing. Which you don’t mind, in fact, it’s something you’ve been thinking about ever since you’ve known about both of the men wanting you, but you’ve never known how to bring up the indecent question. You’re glad that they came up with it themselves.

You get to your apartment, and they insist on walking you to your door. You accept, and they walk behind you. You get to your door, and you smile at them, “Will you two like to come in?”

“Of course.” Kento smiles. You walk into the apartment and they follow behind. You take off your shoes before walking over to the couch and take a seat.

“Please join me.” You tell them, and they take a seat beside you. Your hand lands on Toji’s thigh while you look at Kento. “Hmm… You two think you’re sly, but I can read through every one of your moves.”

You then look at Toji who’s smirking. “You two plan on sharing, don’t you?”

“You’re a smart one, aren’t ya, princess?” Toji says, putting his hand on your chin, bringing your face closer to him.

“Of course she is.” Kento responds, his hand landing on your thigh, going under your dress and slowly going higher and higher. Toji’s lips land on yours, while Kento's hand rubs your cunt over your panties.

Toji’s tongue explores your mouth, while he grabs your hand to make you feel the erection in his pants. Kento’s index and middle fingers go under your panties and run through your folds. He runs them up and down your cunt, and he can’t believe how wet you are. He’s barely done anything.

Kento’s lips begin to kiss your neck, while Toji’s tongue presses against yours. Toji unzips his pants and pulls his cock out, taking your hand and wrapping it around his cock. He was planning on guiding you, but you know what to do, collecting his pre-cum before guiding your hand along his shaft.

Kento finally inserts his fingers into your cunt, making you moan into Toji’s mouth. Kento’s fingers slowly move in and out of you, and they feel so great, just like you imagined. Toji finally pulls away from the kiss, and you spit on his cock.

Your hand then grabs the back of Kento’s head and you pull him into a kiss. Toji’s soft moans fill the air as your soft hand moves up and down. He’s never thought that this is how the night would end, but he’s so glad this is the end result. He just needs your mouth to wrap around his cock.

Your tongue presses against Kento’s, and he feels the vibrations of your moans. His fingers repeatedly brush against your g-spot, and fuck that feels so good. And while you’ve always thought that he’d be good with his cock, you never thought he’d be good with his fingers as well.

“Break it up, I’m trying to get my dick sucked.” Toji complains, and you pull away from the kiss. You chuckle before lowering your head, your tongue circling Toji’s tip. Toji throws his head back. You’ve barely done anything and that’s already so fucking good. He could just come right there and then. 

Kento’s free hand pulls down his zipper to get his cock out. You wrap your mouth around Toji’s cock, hollowing your cheeks. You try to take it all on the first try, but you didn’t think about how large he is. You gag for a couple of seconds before taking his cock out of your mouth. 

A couple of your moans roam into the air, nearing your orgasm from Kento’s fingers. You wrap your mouth around Toji’s cock again, and you plan on taking it all. You gag, tears forming in your eyes and quickly falling, due to your refusal to not take what you can. Toji just smiles, “What a good girl, your mouth feels so great.”

You begin to squeeze around Kento’s fingers, and that makes him take them out. He’s decided that you’re going to come around his cock, not anywhere else. He brings the two fingers up to Toji’s lips and Toji takes them in his mouth, licking them clean. Kento takes his fingers out of Toji’s mouth then grabs your hips, adjusting you so you can take his cock. 

Kento pushes your panties to the side and runs the tip of his cock up and down your folds. He teases you. And if your mouth wasn’t so occupied with Toji’s cock, you for sure would’ve whined and begged him to put it in. Kento slaps his cock on your cunt, seeing if you would dare to stop gagging on Toji’s cock just so you can complain. But as to be expected, you’re quiet.

Kento finally enters the tip, and he slowly inserts himself in your cunt. And Toji throws his head back, biting down his bottom lip so no noise can leave his lips. He swears this is the best blowjob he’s received, and he has yet to see a thing.

Once Kento is fully in, Kento has to close his eyes. He gives you a couple of seconds to adjust to his cock, which are very necessary. Kento’s cock is big, at least bigger than any other guy you’ve been with, so you need to adjust. But it’s pleasing. On the other hand, Toji’s cock looks like it hurts if not prepared correctly, but Toji hopes that Kento’s cock is more than enough prep.

“Fuck- your pussy is so good.” Kento moans as he begins to move his hips, and your moaning gets uncontrollable around Toji’s cock. The man can’t help it, and he groans from your mouth. You stop taking his whole cock and instead take as much as you can, your hand stroking the parts that are left out of your mouth, your other hand massaging his balls.

Both men think this is what heaven feels like. Kento hasn’t been inside you for more than five minutes and he’s already in love. Your cunt just feels so good around him, as if it was made just for him. Toji watches, and he reaches over to play with your clit, while his other hand holds back the urge to make you gag on his cock again.

The sounds that come from the room are filthy. Sinful. The sound of Kento’s skin slapping against yours joins the sound of you sucking Toji off. 

Kento moves fast, making your moaning hysterical. Toji bites his bottom lip and looks down at you, watching how you’re nearly taking all of him. Such a good girl that plays with his balls while sucking his dick, just like he imagined.

“Shit-” Toji moans, his release nearing. Toji’s fingers that are on your clit speed up, going at the perfect pace. You begin to clench around Kento, the orgasm that was taken from you coming back. And you’re at the edge, but Toji groans, closing his eyes and coming inside your mouth. His cum hits the back of your throat, and it keeps coming, as if it won’t just stop. So much cum from the man, but it was to be expected.

You take your mouth off Toji’s cock, so much of his cum gathers around your chin and around your mouth. And while you always look beautiful, Toji swears you’ve never looked better. Messed up makeup while drool and cum are on your face. Toji smirks, proud of it. He’s so proud that he brings his thumb up and picks up that cum and forces back in your mouth, which you gladly take and lick.

“You’re so tight.” Kento groans, your walls tightened around him as your orgasm nears. You continue to suck on Toji’s thumb, while his other hand continues to play with your clit. Kento’s cock feels so right inside you and your assumptions were right, he does know how to use his dick. 

You have to close your eyes as you see white and come around Kento’s cock. Toji continues to play with your clit, watching how Kento’s cock disappears in your cunt. Toji gets hard again, thinking about how it’s his turn next. 

Kento’s thrusts are unregulated. He goes fast, and all you can hear is the rough sound of his balls smacking against your skin. And it feels so fucking good, although tears form in your eyes again because Toji refuses to stop playing with your clit.

“So fucking good-” Are the final words that leave Kento’s lips before he releases his cum inside you. Just like Toji, it’s a lot. So much cum. And you love it.

That’s when Toji stops playing with your clit. Kento takes his cock out, and for a minute the only thing audible and heavy breathing. But then Toji speaks,

“Hope you prepared her well enough for my dick.”

#toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #anime #jjk #smut #jjk smut #toji x y/n #daddy toji #jjk toji #toji smut #toji x reader #fushiguro toji #toji zenin #toji x you #jujutsu kaisen toji #kento smut #jjk kento #nanami kento #kento x reader #kento nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami smut #nanamin

[buckactuallys]

hiiiii, from the soft prompts how do you feel about absent mindedly fixing the others' clothes?? i feel like it's already sooo buddie coded

i feel VERY good about it, thank you for the prompt!! i hope you like this 🩷

send me a soft prompt

[read on ao3]

Maddie and Chimney’s patio is lit by strings of fairy lights and candles on the high tables they’ve placed everywhere they would fit. Everyone they love is still there, talking and laughing and dancing in the tiny space they’ve cleared to serve as a dance floor.

The main couple of the day are there as well, swaying in the middle of it like they’ve forgotten the rest of the world around them. Judging from the fact that they’re slow dancing regardless of what’s playing on the speaker from the carefully curated playlist, they probably have.

Buck looks at his sister's face, the happiness she radiates, and sighs wistfully. This is everything he’s ever wanted for her. The fact that she gets this happiness with Chimney, who was kind of like a brother for Buck before he even met Maddie, is only a bonus.

He smiles down at Jee, asleep in his arms, and whispers, “This is pretty good, huh?”

She doesn’t reply, obviously, but a moment later, a glass of water is placed on the table in front of him.

“Thought you could use this after all that dancing,” Eddie says, and Buck smiles at him.

“Thanks, yeah. Had to tire this one out.” He points his chin down towards Jee, careful not to jostle her.

“Looks like it worked,” Eddie grins. “Do you want me to take her so you can drink something?”

Buck loves his niece, but she’s almost three years old and her sleep-heavy little body is starting to put a strain on his arms, so he nods gratefully. “I’ll take you up on that offer.”

They have to step close to transfer the sleeping toddler from Buck’s arms to Eddie’s, and when they’ve managed it, Buck kind of forgets to step back.

Eddie is always beautiful, but tonight – he’s fucking breathtaking. He’s lost his jacket somewhere along the way and his shirt is rolled up to his elbows, and unbuttoned far enough for Buck to get a good look at his collarbones and the smattering of chest hair below. The crisp white of his open collar stands out against his skin and Buck stares, enraptured.

It’s crooked on one side, folded up in what Buck assumes is a look Eddie wasn’t going for, and he reaches out to fix it without thinking.

His fingers brush Eddie’s throat and he feels the sharp inhale there, freezing when he realizes what he’s doing. His eyes flick up and their gazes catch, and hold.

“Thanks,” Eddie says, and it breaks the spell.

Buck drops his hand, takes a step back, and clears his throat. “Sure.”

He downs the glass of water Eddie brought him in one go, feeling Eddie’s eyes on him the whole time. He’s not sure what just happened – he really didn’t think he drank that much, but he guesses his brain simply turning off around Eddie was bound to happen eventually. He’s kind of surprised it took this long, several weeks since he realized that he’s head over heels in love with his best friend, and probably has been for years.

And well, tonight, Eddie looks beautiful and happy and bright, and he’s holding a baby (a baby Buck loves!), so is his brain really to blame?

“Hey,” Eddie says, and Buck turns to look at him, because he always wants to be looking at him. Eddie smiles, but there’s a little edge to it – nerves? “I heard the Lees are taking Jee tonight. Once we’ve both got our arms free again, do you wanna dance?”

Buck loves him and loves him and loves him.

“Yes,” he manages to get out. “I’d love that.”

Eddie’s smile grows, but some of the nervousness stays, sticking to the corners of it. Buck wants to reach out and smooth it away, but he’s not sure he’s allowed.

“I’ve been wanting to ask all night,” Eddie admits quietly, and Buck bites down on his undoubtedly giddy grin.

“Yeah?” he asks, just as quietly. “I would’ve said yes at any point.”

Buck’s heart is in his throat and he watches Eddie’s smile transform into a new one, slightly different from all the ones Buck already knows. It’s a good one, though, definitely good. He smiles back helplessly.

“Cool,” Eddie says, and it’s so dorky that Buck is tempted to ignore everyone around them, including his sleeping niece in Eddie’s arms, to get his mouth on Eddie. At this point, he’s pretty sure it would be welcomed.

Thankfully for everyone else, Mrs Lee picks that moment to step up to them to get Jee from Eddie. It puts some space between Buck and Eddie and gives Buck a second to catch his breath, even though watching Eddie gently hand Jee over should officially be considered a form of torture too. 

“We didn’t want to interrupt the lovebirds,” Mrs Lee says with an indulgent smile towards where Maddie and Chim are still swaying. “This was the plan all along but if they ask, can you tell them we took Jee-Yun home with us?”

“Yeah, of course,” Buck promises. “Thanks, Mrs Lee.”

“Buck,” she says in that gently stern voice of hers. “We’re family now. It’s Anne.”

Buck laughs. “Okay, thank you, Anne. And good night.”

“To you too,” she says with a smile at them both, and then Buck and Eddie are alone again.

Immediately, Buck is right back where he was, heart racing and fingers itching to touch Eddie.

“So,” he starts, drawn-out, and Eddie steps closer to him.

“So,” he echoes, and smoothes out a nonexistent wrinkle in Buck’s shirt with the flat of his hand, right over his thundering heart. He’s still smiling that smile, like he’s keeping a secret, the good kind. “Wanna dance?”

Buck shakes his head. “Hold that thought. But first – come with me?”

Eddie looks confused, but not worried when he nods. It makes Buck feel giddy, knowing that they both trust this.

He leads them away from the patio and grabs Eddie’s hand as soon as they’re out of sight. Eddie tangles their fingers and squeezes, following Buck to the dark front porch.

There, he stops and turns to look at Eddie. There’s enough light spilling out through the windows and from the street light to see the smile on his face, his beautiful glittering eyes. 

Buck takes a deep breath. “I didn’t wanna steal Maddie and Chim’s thunder, but I really, really want to kiss y—“

Eddie’s grabbed him by the lapels to pull him in, but the second Buck starts kissing back, he loosens his grip and slides his hands up Buck’s neck to cup his jaw tenderly.

Buck shivers with it and pulls Eddie closer by the waist, their entire bodies pressed together.

“I love you,” Eddie says against his lips, barely pulling away. “Buck. I love you.”

“I love you,” Buck says back, and his smile is making it difficult to keep kissing, but at least Eddie’s is the same.

“You still wanna dance with me?” he asks.

“Yes,” Buck says decisively. “Not sure how well I can hold back so we don’t immediately spill the beans, but I really want to.”

“We can do it,” Eddie promises, but they get lost in their kisses again first. He’s laughing when he puts some space between them. “Let’s enjoy the rest of the party, we can continue this at home. And then we’ll tell everyone in a few days.”

Buck nods, reeling him in for one last kiss. “I like the sound of that.”

#buddie #911fic #911 #pia writes #maddie when they tell everyone: yeah you really aren’t as subtle as you think #we all knew it happened at our wedding. thanks for trying though #chimney: also #we have a security camera on the front porch #ask #zahlibeth

[good-beanswrites]

haii bean !!! I wanted to bully kotoko request some funnies and sillies :) could you please write a drabble with amane and yuno (and anyone else) annoying kotoko . i feel like amane and yuno would go :3 and kotoko would go >:T… ofc feel free to ignore/dlt this :3

LOL of course! I'm sad I've become the Milgram Bully but I'm glad to give the boys a little break 😂 Thank you so much for the request, it was really fun getting back into the swing of writing with this! (also wooooo it's getting me so hyped for Deep Cover!!) Out of everyone, those two could definitely get away with :3-ing Kotoko to no end...

“Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-sev--”

“Hey, Kotoko?”

“Thirty-se, er, thirty-eight...”

“Kotoko?”

“Thirty- uh…”

“Hey, hey, Kotoko?”

She rolled onto her back, having lost count of her pushups. “Yuno.” Her voice was even between heavy breaths. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Actually, I can see you need a break, and I’m happy to provide one!”

With a grunt, Kotoko sat up to face her. Yuno smiled down, her eyes sparkling with... something. Amane stood nearby, looking just as suspiciously sweet.

“What do you two need…?”

“We’re here to join you,” Amane said. “We wish to work out.”

“Oh? You’ve never been interested in exercise before.”

“Well, you yourself have motivated us to get stronger.”

“I’m pretty sure you just got bored…”

“Of course not! We’re committed!”

Kotoko studied them with a harsh look. They smiled innocently back. She narrowed her eyes. They widened theirs in anticipation. She leaned back. They leaned forward.

Yuno clasped her hands together. “Come ooon~ It’ll be fun having workout buddies! I’m a very hard worker, and you’ve seen how well-behaved Amane is. How bad could it be?”

Very, apparently.

She started with some stretches to get them warmed up. It was impossible to get them to focus, or hit the right positions, or stop giggling. Kotoko tried to tell them about breath control, but they seemed more excited to chatter on about everything under the sun. 

“I’ve always thought of stretching like this and being a famous dancer,” Yuno said. “Like a ballerina…” She did a little set of twirls. Kotoko tried to tell her not to do anything to crazy before they’d warmed up, but she just kept on spinning.

Amane’s eyes lit up. “I’ve always wanted to be in a marching band. They’re like dancers, a little bit!”

“Ooh, you’re right! I could never be so uniform, though, I want to do my own thing… like an idol or something!” Yuno did another set of moves. No one was following Kotoko’s perfectly timed toe touches anymore. 

“I guess we can get started…”

There was just as much dancing when they began jumping jacks, despite the fact that there were only two very clear positions to hit. Yuno wanted to do sets that traveled around the room, then ones that turned rapidly around in a circle, then ones that turned really rapidly in a circle. She and Amane made themselves dizzy with it. 

Kotoko decided a good, grounded activity would serve them better. They took turns holding each others’ feet and counting situps. Yuno got distracted easily, delving into nonstop conversation whether she should have been counting, watching, or doing the situps herself. She’d use her hands to talk, letting go of whoever she was meant to stabilize. Amane, on the other hand was practically a drill sergeant the way she tried to keep the others on pace. 

“Eight! Nine! Ten!”

“Amane, I think you’re supposed to count when I sit up, not force me to keep up with you…”

“Well don’t be so slow about it, and you’ll stay in time. Let’s go! Eleven! Twelve!”

“Ack!”

Kotoko rubbed her temples. Maybe adding some equipment could keep them busy? 

Jumping rope brought new struggles. Yuno spend ten minutes trying to recall a schoolyard rhyme to jump rope to, and teach it to Amane. They both encouraged Kotoko to join in, but she was jumping at a faster rhythm. That became impossible as their chanting filled the room. Moreover, none of them could stay in their own space. There were about five rope tangles before Kotoko decided to call a break.

(She didn’t exactly know what they needed a break from, they’d hardly done anything.) The girls seemed happy to sit down and chat, though. Kotoko reluctantly passed her protein shake over as they asked to try it. “One sip…”

She covered her mouth, deep in contemplation. Maybe these exercises were too easy. It was too easy to get distracted out here in the common area. They’d be forced to buckle down and focus on something more taxing, right?

She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. “After this we’ll head over to my cell, okay? I have a bar installed for pull-ups. It’s tricky, but you have to start somewhere.”

“Hmmmm…” Yuno tapped a finger to her chin. “I’m not sure about that. You know… I think you were right. I think we were just bored. Well!” She clapped her hands together. “I guess we’ll stop bothering you now. Bye!” 

Amane joined her for a curt bow. “Thank you for your time.” 

Kotoko blinked after them. “Er, but…!”

Just like that, they were gone.

She released a long breath. She picked up her shake. It was empty.

#milgram #kotoko yuzuhira #yuno kashiki #amane momose #LMAO thank you so much for the request!! #sorry for the wait but dont worry - the thought was tickling me the whole holiday break asdfds #kotoko seems the type to be Very strict and structured about her routines #she cant fathom not following the proper forms and practices #so to have the two prisoners associated with 'i just want to have fun' and 'is it okay if i just have fun' would completely throw her off #😂😂😂 #also thinking of that minigram where yuno steals her shake asdfds #rip kotoko - she knows no peace surrounded by all those sillies........ #es at least gets to sleep between trials but kotoko gets no break from their nonsense -_- #DEEP COVER THUMBNAIL THIS WEEK #<- she is so so normal about it!!!!! #drabbles

[graywrites5567]

Detective Trio (Poe x Ranpo x PM (neutral) reader)

since season 4 is out and I’ve already binged it all hehe I thought some cute fluff of a little mystery gang. Also just saying Ranpo has been one of my favorites from the beginning so seeing his backstory made me so happy. Might add a part two if asked… Anyways here you go filthy animals!!!!

You messaged the groupchat, “Hey fellas! A new bookstore opened up in town and they have a cafe! Please come with me I don’t want to go alone ☺️” with a small grin on your face, you pressed send. 

The phone immediately dinged as you just closed it, looking at message Ranpo was the first to respond, “Do they have sweets? If so I’m down fr” a little giggle. All that boy ever cared about was food. Poe’s response was very blend, “I wouldn’t mind going.” Typing out a reply to Ranpo’s question to make sure he won’t skip. 

“I believe they do, Ranpo. But if we are all down to go I’m available tomorrow evening.” Pressing send and placing my phone on my work desk trying to finish my latest case. Seeing as all of my mystery buddies are from different organizations some would believe it was awkward but it wasn’t, we never brought up work only books and Poe would show his new project. It felt so refreshing to have friends that share a liking with my hobbies. 

You grab your bag with files and got ready to leave. As you were leaving the warehouse, you decided to check the chat,

     5 new messages 

P - “Evening, like what time evening because I don’t want to be too early?

R - “No need to stress Poe, actually bigger question how can I get there? I hate buses and trains they’re to complicated!”

P - “I don’t have a car but maybe Ranpo we could meet up and go together via Taxi” 

R - “Yeah but we could just force (Y/N) to take us because they have a car and then we wouldn’t have to pay!!” 

P - “mm I guess we could ask but from the lack of replies they probably are finishing work.” 

“Wow these moochers” you whispered under your breath giggling  as you’re walking down the corridor to leave. “Ahem Mx. (Y/N) what’s the giggle about?” The man spoke but you didn’t want to look up and see his face. “Hello boss… nothing just a few personal thoughts…” looking at Mori’s shoes trying not to break underneath the stare he has. “Hm that’s nice. Did you finish the case I’ve assigned you?” You nodded at the boss’s question trying to finish this interaction as soon as possible. “Ah thank you I’ll take the files now then, also take tomorrow off if you already finished..” You finally made eye contact with the man and reached into your bag taking out the file. Handing it to him with a question,  “Are you sure you don’t need anything tomorrow?” It wasn’t that you like working it was that you needed the money. He nodded his head and walked off, you should have known not to question his judgment. You just walked out to your car not wanting to look stupid.

Finally in your car, you felt safe enough to answer the messages.

“Okay moochers I’ll give you two a ride, I’ll pick you up at the ADA if that’s fine with you Ranpo.” Pressing send and putting the phone in a car holder to speed out the parking lot. 

3 new messages 

P - “I am not a moocher! It wasn’t my idea to force you to drive, I asked nicely”

R - “ Yeah I’m fine with being picked up from the ADA as long as we don’t have to PAY 😈”

P - “Thank you very much 

(Y/N)” 

Being home was such a nice atmosphere, the feeling you get from coming home after working with a deadly mafia that constantly overworks and threatens you is a different type of relief. You planned on checking your phone after making dinner, showering, and getting ready for bed. But that didn’t work after you kept hearing it go off in your bedroom. Walking over and seeing new 6 messages from the chat. 

R- “Wait I FORGOT I DON’T HAVE MONEY” 

R- “POE pleaseeeee pleaseeeee pay for me I’ll pay you back”

P- “The other day you were bragging about having enough money for snacks”

R- “EXACTLY I SPENT IT ALL ON SNACKS” 

R- “IT WAS A GOOD CHOICE I HAVE NO REGRETS!”

R- “POE I KNOW YOU ARE READING MY MESSAGES!!! ANSWER ME!” 

Goodness these two boys could never get enough of their own little games. You made sure to put extra money in your wallet before going to bed for the night. Deciding what time to set your alarm and finally hitting dream land. 

  One new message 

P- “Last time you said you would pay me back, it took 5 months just to convince you to pay me back” (sent 3am)

    * The next morning *

Finally ready, you looked in your full body mirror to check your outfit. Grabbing your keys and heading out the door. Opening your sliver SUV driver door ready to head off for your trip. Starting the car, reading your mental list of everything you have to make sure you didn’t forgot anything. 

Outside the ADA office honking your horn to tell Ranpo you’re here about 5 minutes early.  Ranpo walked to the window looking at the window waving seeing you wave back. With a loud giggle from the shorter boy he says,”Come on Poe, they’re here” before the boys can leave, Dazai looks out the window seeing you hanging out your driver window. Dazai makes an ahem to catch Ranpo’s attention, “Ranpo what are you doing with a detective from the Port Mafia?” Dazai’s glare was sweet but laced with questionable intentions. “Oh (Y/N) I don’t see a problem with their occupation. I’m the world’s greatest detective I would be able to see if they had bad goals. So (Y/N), Poe, and me are going on a trip.” Ranpo set things straight and walks out with Poe. “Let’s not tell       (Y/N) about what Dazai said. My friends care about me so they have the right to ask questions, but (Y/N) shouldn’t feel as if their job affects our friendship…” Ranpo tells Poe before walking out the building to your car. 

Connecting your music to the car radio and waiting for the boys to figure out seating arrangements. Ended up in a fight and you had to pick. Ranpo in the backseat in the middle which left Poe the passenger seat. “OH Come on (Y/N) again with (fav artist) don’t you have any better taste!!!” Ranpo whined as if he didn’t compliment your music a few days ago when you sent him a song. “I think this music is quite good..” Ranpo said quietly. “WOW don’t be a suck up POE BE YOUR OWN MAN!!” Ranpo said with a grin and you couldn’t help howling with laughter.

Pulling into the parking lot of the library, which to our pleasure was mostly empty. You and Poe share a dislike for public eyes to stare. Turning off the car and hoping of the car with the boys, putting your keys into your pocket, “What genre of book are we getting first?” You say thinking really hard. “I want to look into the mystery of course” Poe said walking behind the car to be beside us. Ranpo made a face then spoke, “Maybe thriller I don’t know first I’m checking the menu” with a laugh you three walked in.

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Death by Exposure

Written for the Phic Phight Prompts: At first Danny had been worried sick that Wes had figured out that he was Phantom, but when no one believed him it had sort of become funny. Still, after the anti-ecto act, and the GIW, and his own parents very public very violently vitriolic screeds against ghosts, Danny had to wonder what he'd ever done to Wes that the guy would risk exposing Danny to all that. (from @hpwotters-blog, or at least I think that's you're tumblr.), Wes Weston wakes up to find an injured Phantom on the fire escape. (from @half-deadmagicperson), With how much time he spends on basketball and his delusional conspiracy theories, no one would ever suspect that Wes Weston has another secret hobby… (from @kadziduo), And Wes has been spending more and more time around Fenton and Co. lately - hey! he’s only trying to get some much-needed evidence against them, not trying to get all buddy-buddy with them. And anyway, they’re an entirely annoying bunch, so he wholeheartedly blames them for the fact that he’s currently being monologued at by the ghost holding him hostage. (from @a-closet-emo)

Chapter 5: Exposed

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[Warnings death mentions and kidnapping]

Much to both boys' surprise, Wes and Danny bonded during the remaining days of spring break. Even after Danny was fully healed and could go home, they hung out together. Wes even helped him in a ghost fight once or twice. When Sam and Tucker got back from their respective trips, they were dumbfounded.

"Danny, this is definitely just another ploy to gather evidence that you're Phantom," Sam pointed out. "I know you're not the brightest bulb, but even you have to see that."

"First of all, rude. And second of all, I showed up on his fire escape, bleeding out, and he patched me up," Danny told her. He'd already told her twice before. "I really don't think he's all that eager to expose me anymore. For now, at least."

"And how long is that gonna last?" Tucker asked. "How do you know he'll still feel that way tomorrow? Or next week?"

"I rarely ever say this, but Tucker's right," Sam said, crossing her arms. "Your parents and the Guys in White have created a propaganda machine that's constantly pumping out new anti-ghost sentiments. Wes may have resisted so far, but for how much longer?"

"Will you two just trust me?" Danny pleaded. "Ever since he figured out I'm Phantom, Wes has learned a lot more about ghosts than your average Amity Parker. He knows as well as we do that the Guys in White are lying about ghosts being non-sentient. And you're right, he still wants people to know I'm Phantom, but you were also right a couple months ago when you said he didn't want me to get hurt. Do you remember that?" 

"We do trust you, Danny," Tucker said. "We just don't understand why you'd trust Wes, unless you're like, being overshadowed, or you lost your mind or something."

"Is that it?" Sam asked. "Have you gone completely insane? Next thing you're gonna tell us is that you've started thinking of Vlad as a father figure."

"Ew," Danny cringed. "It's nothing like that. I just think maybe we misjudged Wes a little bit."

"I'll believe it when I see it," Sam scoffed.

"Great, 'cause he's having lunch with us on Monday, when school starts back up again."

"WHAT?"

Sam and Tucker were none too pleased when Wes joined them in the cafeteria, just like Danny had said he would. But he didn't go on his usual tangent about Danny's secret identity, and, "How am I the only one seeing this? Wake up!" Even when Danny openly mentioned something that happened while fighting ghosts as Phantom, Wes kept it confined to their table.

He did ask a lot of questions about ghosts, though, and every time Danny answered them, Sam and Tucker would give him a look like he'd just sold Fenton Works for a handful of beans.

"What are you doing?" Sam hissed in his ear. "He's going to use this information to expose you!"

"Eventually, maybe, but relax," Danny muttered back. "He's changing his tack, okay? He wants to prove ghosts are sentient first and get the anti-ecto acts repealed."

"Oh, sure, that's a totally attainable goal for a high school student." She rolled her eyes. "Do you really believe he's going to do that?"

"I don't know, but he seems to," Danny told her with a shrug.

"I know you guys are talking about me," Wes said. "If you won't say it to my face, don't say it at all. Put up or shut up."

"Sam says she has no faith in you," Danny told him, and she gasped and punched him in the shoulder. "Ow!"

"That's fair," Wes said. "She's gonna eat those words, though."

"I'd like to see you make me!" she sneered.

"I'd like to see that, too," Tucker piped up cheerfully. "It's always fun to watch Sam eat her words. Those words better be vegan, am I right?"

Danny laughed before saying, "actually, I think words are technically an animal product, since they come from humans. Guess Sam may have to go off her diet." The two of them busted up while Sam scowled, and Wes looked confused for a moment before chuckling awkwardly, just so he wouldn't be left out.

Wes continued to spend more time with the three of them. He could often be found taking notes on things they said about ghosts for his new conspiracy theory about the G.I.W. covering up the fact that ghosts are sentient in order to enact the legal genocide of an intelligent species.

"What are you doing hanging out with that loser so often?" Dash asked derisively as he caught the ball Wes sent his way and passed it to Josh. Wes had just told him that he was meeting Danny and his friends once basketball practice was over. Dash faked a gag for dramatic effect.

"Lay off, dude, I'm gathering evidence," Wes said. The whole school still thought Wes was obsessed with his 'Fenton is Phantom' theory, and he didn't have enough evidence to start spreading his new theory yet, so he used that as his cover. It was harder than he thought to prove that ghosts were genuinely sentient when the commonly held belief was that they were pretending to be sentient, for God only knew what reason. "If I spend time around them, they'll eventually slip up and give me everything I need."

"Dude, you're off your nut if you're still trying to prove your stupid theory," Dash said with a snort. "He's not Phantom. Just admit you're crushing on him and stop making excuses."

"I am not crushing on Danny Fenton!" Wes snapped, insulted by the insinuation, one that was made far too often for Wes' liking. "Fenton's a complete dumbass, a liar, and an asshole. I'm gay, not stupid. I would never be attracted to someone like that."

"Uh-huh, sure." Dash clearly didn't believe it. Wes just sighed and stopped arguing, knowing it would be useless if he did. Nobody ever believed anything Wes said, so that was hardly new. It was annoying though. 

When basketball practice ended, he headed to Fenton's house. Sam, Danny, and Tucker were all going to teach Wes how to play Doomed, which promised to be an... interesting experience.

Wes had never really played any video games before. He'd tried out a few at an arcade once, years ago. Kyle got to pick where they had their party on odd numbered years, so they went to one for their eleventh birthday. Wes hadn't lasted more than five minutes on any of the games there, and it ranked among the worst birthday parties he'd ever had for the pure frustration. He got back at Kyle for their twelfth though, when Wes got to choose the place and they had their birthday party at a bird sanctuary.

He knocked on the door when he arrived, and Danny answered it and immediately ushered Wes up to his room before his parents could intercept and trap Wes in a one-sided conversation about ghosts. Well, actually, with Wes there might've been some audience participation.

After an hour, Wes had made a character and approximately nine thousand derisive comments about video games, but he hadn't even managed to beat the first level. The other three were extremely amused.

"I told you I'm not good at video games," he reminded them, having to shout to be heard over their uproarious laughter as he repeatedly ran his character into a wall... again. "I told you all, like, a dozen times, but you insisted!" Even Sam had, which had surprised Wes, because she didn't seem like the gamer type. "I don't have the finger reflexes and shit."

"You spend all day behind a camera!" Tucker pointed out, panting with laughter. "How do you not have finger reflexes?"

"It's different reflexes!" 

"You know what, Wes, maybe you should stick to bird watching," Danny said, patting his shoulder with fake sympathy.

"I didn't want to play in the first pla—"

"Bird watching?!" Tucker shouted, interrupting him. "You're shitting me right now."

"No, I saw his bird watching journal," Danny said. "It's intensely nerdy." Wes shot to his feet to chew him out for exposing his shameful secret, but whatever he said, it couldn't be heard over Sam's witch-like cackle.

In the end, Wes couldn't help getting dragged in, and started laughing himself. Even as he said, "Fuck you guys," he was smiling.

They took a break from gaming when Danny's parents left to check out a ghostly disturbance that Tucker had called in a fake tip about. The four of them headed downstairs to the lab to give Wes a tour.

"If he's going to hang out with us, he needs to at least know how the ghost portal works," Danny insisted, though Sam and Tucker grumbled complaints the whole way down the stairs. "Let me show you." Danny gave him a demonstration of how he returned ghosts from the thermos into the Ghost Zone, and how to know when the portal was just closed, and when it was actually sealed.

"This is pretty cool, actually," Wes said. He'd heard about the portal, of course, the Doctors Fenton could hardly shut up about it, but looking at it was a different story, "seeing another dimension."

Danny snorted. "Careful, Wes," he warned lightly. "That's the same thing I said, right before I died in it." Wes stopped cold.

"You what?"

"Oh... I guess I forgot that for all your yelling, you don't actually know how I became half ghost, do you?" Danny's smiled turned pained. "Yeah. The portal didn't work at first, and Sam and Tucker convinced me to check out the inside. It uh... kinda turned on while I was in there and...." Danny trailed off for a moment, swallowing and furrowing his eyebrows, as though he was remembering something deeply unpleasant. "Well, short version is it kinda killed me, kinda didn't, and that's why I am the way that I am."

"Just so you know, Wes," Sam said darkly, "It's super rude to ask a ghost how they died."

"It's okay, Sam," Danny told her, pulling himself together. "I'm the one who brought it up."

Wes refrained from making a biting comment about how he wasn't the one who'd goaded Danny to his death to begin with. It seemed like it would be in poor taste, given the setting and present company. Danny clearly didn't like thinking about it. Instead, Wes pointed out a huge object against one wall, covered in a tarp, and asked what it was. 

Danny jumped on the subject change and tore the tarp away to reveal the Specter Speeder, and told Wes all about how it worked. "Maybe some other time, we'll take you with us on one of our trips into the Ghost Zone," Danny offered.

"Really? That would be awesome!"

Sam and Tucker groaned. They still weren't fully on board with Wes spending more time around them, and it wasn't like Wes wanted to get all buddy-buddy with them either. If anyone brought it up, he'd tell them the same thing he told Dash. He was gathering evidence against them, nothing more. They were all annoying, anyway.

Wes left when it was starting to get dark out. All told, despite monumentally sucking at Doomed, he'd gathered a lot of good information on ghosts and ectology when he was in the lab, and he could definitely use it to support his theory. As soon as he stepped off the front porch, something grabbed him out of nowhere, and he was flying away.

"What the?!" Wes struggled, but it was no use. He looked up to see his kidnapper, the ghost of some kind of medieval nobleman or something, wearing fine purple and black robes and a bitter expression on his blue face. "Fan-fucking-tastic." Wes pouted and crossed his arms. Of course something like this would happen. This is what he got for befriending Danny Fenton. 

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📚Broppy CollegeAU | "Campus Days"

Part 4: Locker Buddies

Thursday, Week 2 of 16.

Branch and Poppy are walking together this morning, making their way to class through a path framed with lush green bushes and trees. A fresh cool breeze, the sound of birds singing, and a friend to share this moment with is one they both bask in. Branch holds open the door for Poppy, walking in after her.

“Alright class” The professor begins, leaning against the front of his desk. “So, if anyone hasn’t paid enough attention, there are flyers talking about locker registrations. They begin giving lockers and the codes next week, so pick your partners now before they all get taken.” He waves his hand and begins to gather his memos.

Poppy glances at one of the flyers tacked to the left side of the classroom, wondering who a good partner would be to share a locker with. She played with her polished fingernails, ’None of the snack pack members are in any art classes this semester, so they’re out of the question. Viva majors in business, not art, so it would be pointless to have a locker across the campus.’ Poppy’s thoughts were interrupted with the professor’s booming voice, he’s beginning today’s lecture. She saved her ideas for later.

A little while later, the class was busy painting. Suddenly, Poppy had a lightbulb moment. She looked up towards Branch, with a twinkle in her eyes she grinned, biting the bottom of her lip with eagerness.

“Psst, Branch!” She waved her hand in front of Branch to grab his attention, he slid his headphones off to listen, “Yes Poppy?” He continued mixing paint on his pallet.

Poppy sprayed her pallet to keep the paint fresh, “Will you share lockers with me?” Clasping her hands under her chin, she pouted and gave Branch her best puppy eyes. Branch could swear he saw sparkles in her eyes from that move, a blush crept up to his cheeks. ‘How could she look so...’ He blinked the thought away, and after a moment, he composed himself. Grumbling under his breath, he looked at Poppy,

“Okay… But only because I need one.” Branch looked to his left, practically burning a hole in the wall.

Poppy gasped with excitement and nearly jumped across their carts to hug him by the neck. “THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!” She loudly whispered repeatedly into his shoulder, nearly crushing him with her arms.

Poppy and Branch go back to painting. Branch had to compose himself, the hug did a number on him. He sits down and adjusts his apron, continuing to mix his paint. Poppy sits down in her chair, looking down she noticed the paint smeared on her apron and uses a towel to clean it off. After a moment, Poppy speaks up.

“Hey Branch?” She’s still cleaning her apron and quickly glances up to see him. “Yes Poppy?” This time, a tone of endearment is in Branch’s voice. Poppy’s smile seems to falter a bit, looking down again, her motions slow, “I just wanted to thank you... When I learned about those assaults, I couldn’t imagine what it would’ve been like for those trolls.” Her voice cracked a bit, her hands began to tremble.

Branch noticed the change in her words and stopped his work. Slowly, he rolled his chair around their carts and stopped to her left side. He slowly reaches for the towel in her hand, setting it down on her cart, and carefully taking her hands into his.

“I want to open up to you about something... or someone to be exact.” Poppy’s eyes pricked a bit and her eyes looked glassy. Branch gently rubbed circles on the back of her hand, grounding her from the memories she seemed to be reliving, he waited patiently for her to continue. Before Poppy could finish her thought, the ringing of a distant bell signaled their break. She freed her left hand to rub her eyes dry.

“Actually, let’s go get something to eat, I’ll tell you after we’ve had some food.” She gave Branch a weak smile and squeezed his hands, her heart swelled from his kindness. He nodded and returned her smile, guiding her to stand up. Together, they left behind their aprons and took their wallets, walking out of the classroom.

The air outside was warmer, not too hot, and the occasional breeze was still cool. The pair walks side by side, still holding hands, it seems to be the only thing keeping Poppy from spiraling down. In peaceful silence, their hands swayed with each step in a rhythmic motion. Eventually making it to the café, Branch was first to break the silence.

“Poppy, I’ll buy you your snacks today.” His thumbs gently caressed her knuckles, he received a squeeze from her hand, and a weak smile on her face. “Thank you Branch.” Poppy looked up from her shoes to meet Branch’s eyes, her mind was at ease again.

“My treat princess.”

Branch held the door open for Poppy, she walked out with strawberries and cream milkshake in her left hand, her pinky holding a bag with a sandwich inside. Branch Followed behind, his left hand holding her free hand, and a cold brew expresso in his right. They only walked a few feet when Poppy freezes in her tracks. She was staring off into the distance, watching a couple in the cafeteria being friendly. Branch takes notice, following her gaze.

Two trolls were sharing a single seat, a lady on the man’s lap. His purple complexion and blue teal ombre hair ringed alarm bells in Branch’s head. Quickly, he gently pulled Poppy away from the scene, sitting her down near their classroom building. The tree above provided a fresh shade on the cold concrete benches. Branch sat to Poppy’s left side, facing his body towards her, and waited for her to calm down. He rubbed soft slow circles on her back, to bring her back to reality. She takes a deep breath and stares off into the distance.

“His name is Creek… That guy you saw, with the lady on his lap” Her voice strained a bit, “He’s my ex.” Her lips pursed. After a moment she continued, “We dated for a few months, but they were the worst months of my life.” Poppy squinted, questioning Creek’s actions, “To this day, I still don’t understand his intentions, he would stalk me after we broke up.” Her hands waved around, emphasizing her frustration. “I literally had to call the police on him, which spooked him, and I hadn’t seen him until today.”

Branch noticed she couldn’t finish her thought; she slumped her shoulders a bit and stared up to the clouds. All he could do was sit with her, supporting her, “Need a hug?” He opened his arms. Poppy practically threw herself into his embrace, shallow breaths, and quiet sobs are all Branch heard. He held her firmly, providing a warm cocoon for her, keeping her safe from any pain in their own little bubble. After 10 minutes, Poppy pulled away, gazing into Branch’s eyes.

“Poppy, it’ll be okay, I’m here for you whenever you need a shoulder to cry on.” His voice was like honey that melted her fears away, he carefully cupped her face and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. “Now, let’s have you take a sip of your milkshake, a bite of your sandwich, and then we can head back to class when you’re ready.” Branch sits back a bit, encouraging her to eat, and waits for her to lead them back to class.

 Outside of the classroom, Poppy pulls Branch into an embrace, and takes a deep breath. “Thank you for that Branch, I’m not ready to go into everything today but, you helped me remember that I’m safe again.” She pulled away to smile at him, her bubbly persona was back, and the sparkle was bright in her eyes again. “Anything for you princess” He gave a shy smile, his confidence from earlier had disappeared.

Poppy giggled at the nickname and playfully punched his shoulder. “I didn’t realize we were at the nickname level of friendship.” She gasped, pretending to be shocked. “It- it just came naturally.” Branch could only hide his blush before they headed back inside and ended the day with a walk back to Poppy and Viva’s yellow Beetle.

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Rowan and Link's soldier buddies hanging out while Link has to work

This was a fun one to write! Martin and Talyn are always up to chaos, and Crin tries to pretend he's above it (but he would definitely fight the other two for his favorite pastry.) These OCs come from my fic Friends in Low Places!

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Rowan set the tray of the day’s last pastries on top of the display case. He was getting ready to close, so the remaining pastries would be sold at a steep discount or given away if they still didn’t sell in the next hour. The bell hanging off the door knob chimed and the door swung open, breaking the peaceful atmosphere of the bakery. Rowan looked up to see three of Link’s friends — Crin, Talyn, and Martin — walking in. “Hey guys. Sorry to say that I’m just about out of stock for the day, but help yourself to anything left.” Martin and Talyn immediately went to the tray of pastries while Crin leaned on the counter near where Rowan was cleaning the shelves. “Good day for the bakery?” “Pretty good. Not too many leftovers today.” “I guarantee that there won’t be any left by the time those two get through with them.” Crin gestured to where the other men each had a pastry in both hands and were trying to talk with their mouths full. Rowan laughed, shaking his head. “Better get something before they’re gone, then. I think there’s an apple tart left.” Crin kept up his usual facade of seriousness for just a few seconds before he broke down and turned to the pastry tray. He pushed the other two out of the way to take his chosen pastry. Rowan went to the front door and flipped the sign to ‘closed’. He knew the three men would polish off the pastries soon enough, and he was more than happy to let them. It meant that he could get an early start on cleaning up. He’d been running the bakery by himself since day one, but he’d gotten used to having Link around to help out. With him being on an extended trip to the far reaches of the kingdom, Rowan’s days had gotten longer and more tiring. He still loved the work, but that didn’t change the fact that the bakery was busier than ever and being the sole worker was getting harder. Rowan gathered the utensils and trays still left in the front of the bakery and took them to the kitchen. Crin, Martin, and Talyn’s voices drifted in from the front as Rowan started washing up. It was a few minutes before his guests joined him in the kitchen. “How can we help?” Martin asked. “It’s okay,” Rowan said, setting one of the trays beside the sink. “I got it.” “We want to help, though. Help you get out of here a little early today.” Rowan looked over his shoulder. Crin was already wiping the counter, clearing off the flour and dough scraps. Martin and Talyn were practically standing at attention, waiting for orders. Rowan tried not to smile — they both looked so earnest. “All right, as you wish. One of you can clean the displays out front. It’s okay to just wipe stuff onto the floor, we’ll clean those last. And the other can dry these dishes and put them away.” He trusted Crin to keep working at the counter behind him. Of the three friends, Crin had spent the most time in the bakery, coming to check on Link and helping out on occasion. The others hadn’t come back to the kitchen very often. With all four of them working, the bakery was cleaned much quicker than normal. Since the bakery was closed tomorrow, Rowan didn’t have to start making anything. Instead, as Martin finished the floors, he wrote out a list of ingredients he needed to restock at the market and his order for his supplier for the following week. “Alright, Rowan, I think we finished everything. Are you ready to go now?” Rowan looked up from his list. “Go where?” “We’re going to the tavern for dinner. Did we not tell you?” “No?” Martin pointed at Crin. “You were supposed to tell him!”

Crin grinned sheepishly. “Well, he knows now.” Crin turned to Rowan. “Anything else we need to do first?” The bakery was perhaps the cleanest it had been since Link had left, but when Rowan glanced down, his clothes were definitely not. Despite the apron he always wore, there was flour everywhere and he couldn’t imagine that his hair was in any way presentable. “Maybe I should get changed first. Want to come upstairs?” At their nods, Rowan led the way up to the apartment. It was cool and dark upstairs, so Rowan took a moment to open the curtains before heading to get washed up. After getting changed and washing his face, Rowan redid his hair, brushing a finger through the curls and tying it back up.

By the time he made it back out, the others had washed up in the kitchen and were waiting by the door. Rowan pulled on his shoes and gestured for them to head back downstairs. Afternoon was turning to evening as Rowan locked the bakery doors and walked beside Crin towards the tavern. Martin and Talyn walked ahead of them. “It was nice of you guys to come help out. Did Link ask you to?” Crin looked over at him with an eyebrow raised. “What do you mean?” “I just thought that with him being away…” Rowan shrugged. Crin hummed. “You’re our friend too, you know. Maybe we haven’t been very good friends if you think we’d only want to hang out with you if the captain asked us too.” Rowan blushed and smiled sheepishly. He supposed he hadn’t realized how close they’d all gotten, but he had to admit that this was nice.

#Zee!! #worm writes #linked universe #lu fanfic #rowanverse

[ladylovesloki]

Something Real: Chapter Eleven

Pairings: Loki X Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Poor Narfi.

A/N: Not gonna lie this took me a little longer because I wrote a whole chapter…hated it…deleted it and wrote an entirely different one…So I hope you like it 😬

Masterlist

“Narfi? Narfi? Are you alright child?”

Narfi’s eyes are shut tightly as he tries to shut out the onslaught of emotions coming from his parents. Clearly something happened between them, he felt as if both of their hearts were breaking. Narfi just wanted it all to stop.

He put his hands over his ears and shuts his eyes even tighter. He feels hands trying to pry his own off of his ears and he can hear the muffled sound of his name. He opens his eyes slightly and sees his brother trying to snap him out of it.

“Narfi?! What’s wrong?”, Vali continues his attempt to calm his brother down.

Narfi takes a deep breath and tries to calm his beating heart, he remembers some of his dad’s teachings about using focus to control his seidr. He takes a few more steady breaths and the emotions from his parents getting less and less. He was finally able to focus on Vali, “I’m ok..I’m ok..”.

“What happened?”, Vali asks, his hand now on Narfi’s shoulder.

“Something happened with mom and dad..they’re both…sad about something..”, Narfi’s eyes fills with tears, his fear of his dad leaving growing more and more.

“Maybe we can call mom..make sure everything is ok?..”, Vali suggests.

Narfi nods a little and with that Vali turns to the teacher watching the twins, concern showing on her face. “Ms? May we call our mother? Narfi isn’t feeling too well.”

She nods at Vali, “yes of course, take your brother to the healers and they will alert your mother.”

Narfi and Vali leave the classroom and head to the healers, when they arrive they see a healer and ask to call their mom.

Ring Ring Ring

“Hello?”, you answer the phone, trying to compose yourself.

“Mom?”

“Vali? Are you ok baby?”, you immediately get up from your fetal position on the couch.

“Mom..something is wrong with Narfi. I think his new ability is…hurting him..”, Vali explained.

“Hurting him? Can I talk to him?”, you ask as you stand from the couch making your way to the front door to get to the school. You hear some shuffling and Vali talking to Narfi, you couldn’t make out what he was saying to him.

“Momma?…”, Narfi’s sad voice comes on the line.

“What happened Narfi?”, you ask him practically jogging now.

“Are you and daddy fighting?..”, he asks in his small broken voice.

You hesitate for a moment. His question slowing down your frantic pace, “baby, I’m gonna call daddy and we’ll come and get you and your brother. Ok?”. You hear him sniffle on the other end.

“Ok.”, he responds sadly.

“Ok Narfi, give the phone back to your brother please.”, you hear the phone shuffle again and then you hear Vali.

“Mom?”

“Hey buddy, I’m gonna call your dad and then I’m coming to pick you guys up ok, I’ll be there soon. Thank you for being there for Narfi, you’re an amazing brother.”

“Thanks mom, love you.”

“Love you too baby, bye.”, you quickly hang up and then dial Loki. Thank goodness you decided to get him a phone in case of emergencies like this.

“Hello?”, you hear Loki’s confused voice on the other end. You asked him to leave your presence not that long ago…how long had he been walking?

“Loki. Narfi just called, something happened at the school. I’m on my way there now…”, before you could finish your sentence Loki is there in front of you looking frantic.

“What’s happened?!”, he asks you. His eyes are wide and fear is clearly visible in them.

“He seems to be having an issue controlling his ability right now, Vali called me and said that Narfi’s abilities were hurting him. When I spoke to Narfi he seemed shaken and asked if we were fighting.”

Loki looks up to the sky and closes his eyes, “gods..how will we explain this to them?”.

You shake your head, “I don’t know…we can’t tell them the truth obviously..”

“He knows when it’s a lie..”, Loki interrupts and you look at him questioningly. He continues and answers your unasked question, “he told me he feels when I lie. He knew I was keeping something from you last night..when I was trying to figure out how I was going to tell you about Maza…he felt my apprehension, misery and ultimately my dishonesty with you..”.

You feel the same stabbing pain you felt when Maza told you everything but you take a deep breath and focus on what’s important right now. Narfi. You close your eyes to calm yourself and look at Loki, “ok..then we tell them the truth but only enough to explain your absence..we tell them that we learned some things about the variant that lived on this timeline and you need to stay with Uncle Thor until it’s all sorted.”

“What if they ask what it is that we learned.”, Loki asks looking miserable.

“We tell them that they are too young to understand…when we figure out…everything…we’ll go from there…just like we planned.”

He nods his head miserably, “..we should hurry and get to the school…”, he quickly creates a portal straight there.

You both run through the school doors and straight to the healers wing, when you enter the room you immediately see the boys sitting by the front desk. Narfi’s head in leaning on Vali’s shoulder. You go to the front desk and sign both boys out for the day, walk over to where the boys are sitting and kneel down in front of them.

You pull them both into a tight hug, “hey..”, you pull back and run your hand through Narfi’s hair, “you ok?”. He just shrugs his little shoulders and looks down. You look to Vali and he gives you a sad look.

“Let’s get home.”, Loki says behind you, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder.

Narfi looks up in surprise, not noticing his dad was even there, “you’re coming home too?!”.

You look up at Loki and rise to your feet, you give him a worried look and then turn your gaze back to Narfi, “we’re all going to go home and…talk..”.

The way you ended the sentence sent another wave of sadness through Narfi, his own and his parents.

The family all walk outside and Loki creates a portal for all of them to walk through to get home. Honestly, he thought about suggesting a walk, not knowing how much time he had left with his beautiful family. You all walk inside the house, “alright guys, go ahead and sit down in the living room. Dad and I will be there in a second.”

You look at Loki for a moment when the boys leave and your eyes start filling with tears, “I don’t know if I can do this right now…”, the tears start falling down your face.

“Shh y/n..shh..it’s alright.”, Loki chances it and takes you in his arms. He rocks you both back and forth trying to calm you. “It will be alright..”.

You release him and look at his now sad face, he was right. No matter what the outcome was, it was going to be alright. You nod and walk to the living room with Loki close behind you. You see the boys sitting close together on the couch, Narfi has tears falling down his face again.

You sit down on the coffee table in front of the couch and you place your hands on the top of the boy’s knees.

“Ok guys..so..umm..”, you struggle to start.

“Dad is leaving.” Narfi says bluntly.

Vali’s head whips from looking at Narfi in concern to you, his face now looking confused.

“What? Dad is leaving? To go where?”, Vali asks, getting just as upset as his brother.

You nod a little, “he’s going to stay with your Uncle Thor for a little bit…”

“What?!”, Vali then looks over to Loki, “why?!”.

Loki looks down in shame for a moment and then looks at his son, “your mother and I have learned some things about me…the variant of me that lived on this timeline…things that your mother and I need some time to figure out…apart..”

Vali looks at Loki in shock and then looks to you for confirmation, “but…but..he’s not our dad anymore!”, he looks over to Loki and through sniffles says, “you’re...you’re our dad…you didn’t do whatever it is that he did!”.

“My son..it’s a bit more complicated than that…”, Loki tries to calm him.

“Then explain it!”, Vali stands up and yells. The old anger that used to live inside of him before his dad came into his life returning. He could feel his magic start to build, but now he knows how to control it, he doesn’t feel the fear of a magical burst. He just feels anger.

Loki could feel the swell of Vali’s magic, he needed to calm his son down before his magic got to the point of no return. “Vali…calm son..I will explain…but you need to calm down..”.

Then, Loki started to feel another swell of magic, this one building a lot faster and chaotic than Vali’s. Loki’s attention moved from Vali to Narfi who was sitting next to him, eyes closed…sweat dripping from his forhead…a blue hue coming to his skin, Narfi looked like he was about to have his own burst with his magic. You were so focused on Vali and his emotional reaction, you didn’t even notice poor Narfi struggling with his control.

Loki gets your attention “Y/n…you need to get outside”, he looks over to Vali and addresses him seriously, “…Vali..go with your mother…use the protection spell I showed you…slowly…”.

You both get up and you see a green aura around you and you see Vali with his hands up as you both start to walk backwards through the kitchen towards the door to the backyard.

“Dad…I should stay..”, Vali pleads with Loki.

“No Vali…protect your mother.”, Loki’s tone leaves no argument. You look at him one last time before you walk out, concern in your eyes. Not just for Narfi but for him as well. Like he knew what you were thinking he just nods at you, “we’re ok..go on..”.

Now that y/n was out of the house Loki can fully focus on Narfi. He needed to help his son bring down his magic, he could feel it slowly start to get out of control and moving him was out of the question at the moment. Just then a burst from his magic released, sending a shock through all of the electronic devices in the living room…effectively making everything useless.

He moves to take y/n’s previous seat on the coffee table, directly in front of Narfi.

“Narfi…son..can you hear me?”, Loki asks softly.

Narfi’s head snaps up, his red eyes focused in on Loki but it was like he was staring through him. “You are so scared father. Scared of losing the only thing you hold dear. Your darker emotions inside of you begging for release. A quick. Deadly…solution to your problem. And all would be well. Oh. But what would mother think? Your attempt at redemption foiled because you cannot attain what you are trying to teach me now.”..

“And what would that be?”, Loki asks. His son clearly showing more than just being an empath.

“Control. You wish for control. Asgard, Midgard, the Avengers, Thanos, Sylvie, the TVA…He Who Remains…all of the things you could not obtain control over…this attempt at control over this..family..you crave it..”

“Narfi that’s enough...”, Loki says sternly. He takes a breath to calm himself and sits on the edge of the table closer to Narfi. Softening his tone, “my son come back to us…your family. This isn’t you..this is…chaos magic. The fear you feel from me is genuine. I am genuinely afraid of losing you to this my son. Please. Your mother and brother love you..I love you…please Narfi, you need to take hold of your magic…”, Loki places his hands on Narfi’s shoulders and as soon as he makes contact Narfi’s magic erupts. A blast of magic shoots out from Narfi and Loki goes flying across the room, breaking everything in his path. The windows and glass around them shatter and Loki ducks down for cover. Only once the sound of Narfi’s pulsating magic ceases does Loki dare to open his eyes and look at his surroundings. When he finally does, what he sees shocks him. It’s Narfi. He’s….floating. He’s still sitting like he was on the couch, with his feet tucked under his legs, hands in his lap. His eyes are closed, the couch is now underneath him in two pieces. Feathers are still falling to the ground but it looks as though they were bouncing off of an invisible bubble that surrounded him. Everything else around them was destroyed. Furniture, windows, everything in the living room and some of the kitchen…destroyed. And the pulse of magic was still there. If Loki didn’t get Narfi to calm or at least somehow get him moved out of the house, he was going to destroy the entire home. Loki slowly starts making his way over to Narfi…but as he reaches him, you and Vali run into the living room…or what’s left of the living room.

“Loki!!?”, you yell out to him. Vali protected you from the explosion while you both waited outside for Loki and Narfi but you couldn’t wait any longer.

“Don’t move y/n…Vali you need to keep your mother safe…outside..”, Loki directs his son. Trying not to sound too stern.

“Dad..wait I can help..switch with me..”, Vali doesn’t wait for his father’s approval, he just moves. He leaves your side, removing you from the protective bubble he had around you both. Loki quickly moves to you, putting your body behind his. You instinctively take his hand in yours, he grips it tightly letting you know that he was there to protect you.

Vali moves toward his brother, “hey Narf…”

Nothing.

Vali dramatically turns his back to Narfi and puts his hands on his hips, “alright you win Narf! You are the strongest brother!..but that just means that I’m the smartest..”. He looks over his shoulder to see if he got a reaction out of his brother, knowing that Narfi would blow a gasket at the notion of Vali being smarter than him.

Nothing. Narfi’s eyes remained closed.

He walks up to Narfi. Too close for comfort.

“Vali…”, Loki warns him.

Vali looks over to Loki, “it’s ok dad.”.

He looks over to his brother and reaches up to place his hands on Narfi’s shoulders.

“No!..” Loki’s body moves forward and immediately stops when he processes what he was witnessing.

Vali slowly brought Narfi’s floating body down so they were eye to eye. Slowly Vali leans in and places his forehead on Narfi’s. A green glow starts to encompass the two of them, Vali’s skin turns the same deep blue like Narfi’s and a frost starts to form on everything in the room. Loki pulls you into his arms, protecting you from the cold coming from his sons. Keeping you close to his chest, ensuring you were safe and sound.

Narfi’s eyes suddenly open and he sees his twin brother in front of him, his arms keeping him steady. Narfi raises his own arms and places them on Vali’s shoulders and closes his eyes again, unfolding his legs and placing his feet on the ground. He could feel his brother’s magic reaching out to him, calling his own magic to calm and recede. It was like a game, chasing his brother in a maze. Only it was his magic chasing Vali’s, trying to find the calm dormancy his magic was in before. Finally they find it and Narfi can feel his magic calm, like the sky after a storm. The slow rumbles of it under the surface, quiet reminders that it is silently there waiting to erupt again.

You clutch on Loki’s arms as you watch your sons in awe. Slowly the pulse around them recedes and so does the blue on their skin. They both open their eyes and stare at each other, the red slowly fading to green. They both smile and hug for a moment, you and Loki take the moment to take a look at each other. Both of you have matching smiles on your faces, unable to hide the pride you had in your children. Your fear of them ending up alone in life fading, they would always have each other.

The twins look at you both at the same time and say, “we’re hungry.”

You look up at Loki again and laugh, “I think part of my kitchen may be broken…”.

Loki pushes you back a little, “oh I can fix that darling..”, and with a quick wave of a hand your living room and kitchen were back to the way they were before, like nothing ever happened.

“Well then…you guys sit down and rest and I’ll make you some lunch..”, you signal Loki to come with you to the kitchen. Loki joined you and watched you get some food prepared for the children. He could easily make them something to eat but he knows you like to cook for them, so he indulged you in this. After the mishap with Narfi’s magic he was surprised you were holding it together as well as you were. And even though this crisis has concluded there was still the issue of Maza on the horizon.

“What now?..”, Loki asks. Addressing the elephant in the room.

You take a deep breath, “I don’t know…”

He takes the moment of silence to plead his case one last time, “y/n..I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose my family. They need me as much as I need them. I will get to the bottom of this with Ma…her..I still don’t fully believe what she is saying to be truth..”

You look up at him knowing that he’s right, Narfi and Vali needed him and sending him away is probably the last thing they need right now.. and if he’s right and Maza is lying about everything you could be wasting precious time, “ok…but you have to sleep in the guest room again..”

Loki nods his head, “I understand..I will do anything to make this right with you y/n…anything.”

You nod your head and you make your way into the living room to bring the kids their sandwiches but found them fast asleep on the couch.

You look down at the plate of sandwiches in your hand, “whelp…”, you look over your shoulder to Loki who is staring fondly at the twins. 

You smile at him and hold out the plate, “hungry?”.

To be continued…

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[stitchbot-cain]

Cheyrolls University: Chapter 2

Warnings: Vague mentions of Murder

AN: Dialog fun, my eyes hurt, Let's see how Mango's coping with the new roommate!

*Anacardiaceae has joined the call*

“Hey! Citrus boy joined!”

“Wrong family Dev.”

“Eh, they taste basically the same.”

“NO THEY DO NOT, YOU FUCKING FRUIT.”

“Annnnd I’m putting in headphones.”

“Oh right, Audio’s sleep schedule is actually halfway decent. How is he by the way?”

“...Well I mean they're alive. They’re REALLY not looking forward to repeating calc two.”

“Who would to be honest? That course was HELL"

“I'm just glad I got that shit over with in highschool.”

“I’m looking back on it positively cause now I get to help them.”

“Alright you mushy banana-”

*CRASH*

“...Hang on, is Angel on call?”

“Nah, she doesn't like us.”

“We’re just too good for her!

“Hey, she’s decent… When we’re not in public.”

“Tch, doesn’t matter if in public or in private. She’s a dick either way. She only likes her human friends, I swear...”

“We can hang out without her, we don’t need her.”

“Only asking cause I heard a something break.”

“No, that was just me. I'm doing dishes since I have nothing better to do and may or may not have obliterated a mug.”

“...It is midnight and school starts in four days.”

“All of my courses are online or video calls this year.”

“STILL.”

“Hush. You are also awake at this ungodly hour.”

“MY FIRST CLASS OF THE YEAR IS AT 10 PM, I HAVE AN EXCUSE.”

“Shhhut up.”

“Changing the topic, how’s your new roommate? Heard from Amber you ate like eight crepes in a row when you went out with them.”

“Fucking narc.”

“For the love of- those crepes aren’t even that good!”

“Wh- You take that back right now, those crepes are the food of the gods!”

“No! Rot!”

“Bold words from a mold creature.”

“Devvie? Devvie. Buddy. I have been tolerating your existence since I was bored, but I’m about to go right back to wishing for your death.”

“As for my new roommate… Well, they’re nice. So far at least. I just… I just couldn’t. They were just so… so sweet. And I mean, kind of pathetic, but y'know in a good way. But they were terrified of me. I just… you two understand what I'm going through right?”

“Welcome to the club bestie.”

“We’ve both been there.”

“Well, I mean, I didn’t meet Amber for an entire year even after they were assigned my roommate, but, yeah. First sight, I decided they were worth the trouble.”

“Took me a bit to get attached to Audio, but once I did... I made sure they were safe.”

“I don’t know if they’ll stay nice though, I'm a bit scared of them turning out to be an asshole.” 

“Hey, hey. Don't worry. If they break your heart, I will break their legs.”

“You'd break their legs for looking at you wrong, what are you talking about?”

“Heh, thanks for the offer but I'm more than capable of dealing with them myself. They only go up to under my chest. If I have to, there shouldn't be too much of a struggle.”

“ONLY UP TO YOUR CHEST? THIS GUY IS ANGEL'S HEIGHT?”

“Tiny bit shorter I'd guess.”

“I… damn.”

“Oh right you got all the short roommates.”

“He's only had one roommate?”

“Exactly.”

“Hamg on, Didn’t-”

“Leave Amber alone, it's not their fault they're small enough that Luden could pick them out without any issues.”

“WOW, OK. MANGO I CAN HEAR YOU, stop laughing, you’re enabling this!”

“Assigned twink by cryptid.”

“YES!!”

“This is bullying, I am being bullied by my own family, this is why I isolate myself.”

“I mean, you’ve been doing better lately.”

“If by better you mean them using you or Audio as a therapy dog to prevent them from doing something stupid then yes.”

“Shut up Devvie, I have been so brave lately, you could never understand you damned extrovert.”

“Ok, ok, calm down, I’ll lay off you about it.”

“Also, what I was going to say before you so RUDELY cut me off, didn’t Mango have that one roommate, I don’t know how many years it was now, they were literally less than half Angel’s height.”

“Yep, Charlotte. That would've been back in freshman year, so five years ago.”

“Yeah, you should remember her! I don’t know how you dealt with her for so long, she was a fucking bitch.”

“I mean, she was my type though. I do have a bit of a preference for dealing with the bratty type. Honestly had Mango not dealt with her? Heh, well-”

“DEVVIE, NO, SHUT UP.”

“I'M LEAVING!”

*The_Lichen_Queen2089 has left the call*

“I was NOT gonna go into detail on what I would've done, don't worry- oh shit it wasn't kidding.”

“Always count on the Asexuals to ditch you.”

“Hey, I’m asexual myself!”

“You aren’t doing yourself any favors, you know.”

“What are you- oh. Ok that was justified, shut up!”

“Nah, I got some precourse reading to finish up on before Monday, I just started, and my favorite podcast doesn’t update until next month, you're stuck with me.”

“...You are a walking disaster.”

“Thank you.”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“I know."

“Hey, you on call with Crepe Boy?"

“AUGH- Don't jump on me like that.”

*Cough* “NOT ANYMORE.”

“BITCH, DON’T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE-”

*Anacardiaceae has left the call*

(Prev/next)

#Cheyrolls University #Mango #Devvie #Ludenberg #Amber #Cain writes

[night-heron-writes]

Buddy Daddies Episode 10

~*~WARNING: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR BUDDY DADDIES EPISODE 10~*~

Okay so first things first. Ouch. Damn was Episode 10 angsty. Also Misaki looks unsettlingly like me? I don’t quite know how to feel about that 😂

Poor Miss Anna is not musically talented in the slightest, and all the kids are roasting her for it. Miri’s singing voice is really nice for a toddler, which makes sense since Misaki apparently taught her to sing, and Misaki is a really good singer.

So, Misaki’s back. We all knew that from the PV. She’s got a new haircut, new clothes, and seems to have gone sober. Good for her. However, the daycare is an interesting spot for her to show up at. How would she know where Miri goes to daycare?

The timing of her return is also suspicious to me. Just in the last couple episodes we learned that the organization is after Miri and Kazuki. I suspect Kyutaro is behind her reappearance, since this is the least violent way to resolve things. Not much of a resolution, but hey, we still have three episodes left.

Rei being the one to pull Kazuki back from a fight is interesting. He usually doesn’t get involved in whatever Kazuki decides to do, and he used to not care about making a scene in front of the daycare moms. Character growth!

Somebody else here on tumblr identified a piece of music as “Kazuki’s Theme” (I can’t remember your name, sorry! If you’re the person/know the person who did, please tell me in the tags so I can credit properly!). “Kazuki’s Theme” starts playing once they’re back in Rei’s apartment and Miri is playing with Misaki. It’s a very melancholy theme, the same one that played during Kazuki’s conversation in episode 7 with Karin. It often pops up when he believes he doesn’t deserve happiness.

Misaki dodging singing for Miri is interesting, especially given that we know she used to sing for/around Miri all the time. Rei also seems somewhat suspicious.

Oh so Misaki has cancer? Not what I expected. But if she has throat cancer, why is she still smoking cigarettes? Old habits and addictions are hard to break, but this is almost downright self-destructive. I’m also noticing the connection between Rei quitting smoking for Miri’s health, and Misaki being unable to do so even though continuing to smoke puts her life at risk.

Misaki having cancer also adds an interesting, rather macabre dimension to her theme being an instrumental version of “Don’t Say Goodbye”. She’s dying, at least potentially, and is trying desperately to cling to life, to not have to say goodbye. If you listen closely to her dialogue, you’ll also notice that her voice sounds strained, which adds an excellent dimension of realism.

How does she know that Rei and Kazuki are involved in “dangerous business”? I’m suspecting Kyutaro even more now, since Kazuki gave nothing away about his profession in Episode 3.

So it was Kyutaro who called in Misaki! I knew it! It’s also really the only choice he could make where nobody dies. His language in this episode is really harsh compared to previous episodes, and I’m willing to bet it’s because he’s feeling more than a little guilty.

Their final family outing is so sweet and so painful at the same time. Rei and Kazuki are trying to give Miri one last good experience with them before they have to say goodbye. The most painful part, at least to me, was that right when Miri says she wishes Misaki could’ve eaten with them, the theme I’ve nicknamed “Miri’s Family” starts playing—but it’s the piano rendition used when things are serious or sad. The music this episode straight up broke my heart worse than the episode itself.

The Ferris Wheel ride is eerily silent for a while. There’s not any background music, which is often more telling than whatever music might play. Other fans have compared the Ferris Wheel ride to the family’s journey together, and it’s certainly a good comparison to make.

Interestingly enough, Kazuki brings up the cat from Episode 1. Not a single mention of that cat has been made up until now.

The ride is silent until Kazuki says “Sometimes it’s kinder not to get involved”, when “Kazuki’s Theme” starts playing. He’s basically given up on ever having a permanent family, or ever being happy.

Rei talks a lot in this episode, especially in this conversation. He’s more open and emotional than we’ve seen him before, and he reacts a lot to Kazuki just giving up. His line about Miri having shown him things he never would have seen otherwise hurts so bad 😭.

Kazuki tells Miri she’s having a sleepover with Misaki. I can’t help but wonder how Misaki is going to explain that Miri will be living with her now, that she won’t be seeing her Papas again. I can’t imagine that being a fun conversation.

Kazuki wrapping his scarf around Miri paralleling the cat in Episode 1 made me bawl my eyes out. And so did Kazuki’s line “Guess we weren’t able to change.” But he has changed, they both have, and we still have three (?) episodes left. It’s not over yet and this series had better have a happy ending. If it doesn’t I will learn to draw and animate a second season myself.

#buddy daddies #buddy daddies spoilers #episode 10 #the angst was *strong* this episode #lea over analyzes fictional stuff again #long post

[zeldaelmo]

One Night in December

Link flips through the titles of the movies in the media center on the big screen of their TV. "Why do we have to watch these Christmas movies again? Just look at the covers, they’re all the same green-red rubbish."

"Because it's a tradition in my family and I refuse to abandon them as the traitor did." 

Ah, yes. Zelda's father had babbled something about taking a break from his manager job, skiing with his new partner, and 'recharging’. 

"Alright then…" Link sighs. "Which one is it?" 

"Is there one with old friends?"

Link blinks at her. 

"What, I thought it's funny."

No, it's not funny. Not at all. Not when he has an unrequited crush on his childhood friend/roommate/laundromat buddy/college pal for years. Did he ever tell her? Of course not!

"'One day in December' is with high school crushes meeting again ten years later," he says instead.

The twinkle in her blue eyes makes his mouth dry as always, but at least it shows him he chose right.

He starts the movie and they get comfortable on the couch. Her knee presses against his thigh, but he's used to the tingling spreading from the spot they're touching. His crush has boiled down to syrup at his point. Sweet, viscous, and impossible to get rid of once you have it on your fingers.

"Thank you for sticking with me tonight, Link. I really appreciate that you skipped family dinner for"—she points at the TV—”this.”

"Always." As if a boring five-course dinner at his aunt Mag's could hold a candle to her. As if he wouldn't choose her over everything and everyone, as if he wouldn't— Wait. Why is she looking at him and not the film?

"Sorry?"

She chuckles. "I asked if you want a cream liqueur on ice, too. We always drink one but if you have your own tradition, I'm happy to switch to that."

"Um, no, it's fine."

Her warmth leaves and Link stares at the guy on screen who's wrapping gifts. He's going to get his happy ending. That's the point of the film. Link had stopped daydreaming about his own happy ending for years.

He nearly snorts when the guy sees his assigned love interest for the first time after high school. She's tinted in the sparkling light of a wintery fair, her smile bright, and the hair cascading around her shoulders is moved by the smooth draft of a wind machine. 

"Hey." Zelda is back with the drinks and a soft smile that lets the actress look like a stick with a floor mop put on it as a head.

"Hey." He smiles back like the hopeless idiot he is.

She settles back down on the couch, pulls her knees up, and sneaks her feet under his thigh. "Sorry." She flinches playfully as if he hadn't massaged her cold feet back to warmth a dozen times already.

"Your hands are cold too?" 

She nods, crinkles her nose, and sips the liqueur. With a sigh, he tugs the collar of his hoodie. He really likes this one. "Wanna have it?"

She puts the glass down. "If you don't mind?"

He jerks the hoodie over his head, pulling the shirt he wears under with it and revealing his abs. It doesn't matter. She has seen it all before, he has nothing left to impress her.

He can't bear looking at her too long with her golden hair splaying all over his too-big sweater, so he turns back to the movie.

"It's cozy," she mutters, wiggling her shoulders deeper into the fabric. "I might steal it."

He snorts, eyes hefted to a story he doesn't care for. "As if half of your lounge-wear isn't mine anyway."

"You just have the best taste," she teases, blissfully unaware of how close to the truth she is.

The couple on the screen gets into the obligatory breakup and Link stands up and fetches a second serving of cream liqueur. Zelda doesn't look at him when he comes back which is a bit weird. The movie isn’t that captivating. He takes the long way around the couch, putting the drinks on their coffee table. 

Oh, her eyes are glistening.

"You ok there?" 

She bites her lip and nods. "Maybe you can…" 

Of course, he can. She shifts and makes room for him. She's soft in his arms and he strokes a pattern onto his hoodie that he really likes but never wants back if only it means she wears it. He buries his nose into her hair and fully pretends he does it to pick her up from whatever sadness has befallen her. It's selfish, but it's all he ever gets, so he makes do.

"Why did you tell Groose off if you're sad about your breakup now?" It's a little bit of guessing on his part, but he usually has it right. It did take a lot of him to not flip the giant bouquet of roses into Groose's face when he showed up at their door, but he kept it together for her. He hated the tiny spark of hope enlightening in his chest when he walked through the flat later and found not a single rose petal. 

She hums and toys with the sleeve of his hoodie. "I don't — It's not about Groose. It's just… dating is so frustrating. So much effort only to find out someone is a mismatch."

Link closes his eyes, arms wrapped around her loose enough to give her space and heart burning like a fireplace on a cold winter night. "Maybe you're looking in the wrong places." It's the closest to a confession he has come so far.

"Maybe," she whispers and her chest rises and falls against his forearms when she swallows.

The film blends over to the wintery fair again, all sparkling lights and soft glow. The guy has it finally figured out and the reunion is heartfelt and cheesy. Link looks at his Loftwing carvings that Zelda has lined up on the shelf above the TV instead of the kiss.

“Maybe,” Zelda says, “Maybe I should take a break. Figure out what I want.” She shuffles deeper into his embrace, takes his hand in hers. Link is dizzy with her overwhelming closeness. Her warmth mingles with his, her hair falls smoothly over the skin of his arm, and he can smell which conditioner she has used today. It’s still not close enough. Her thumb draws a lazy, little circle into his palm and she raises her gaze to him, blue, clear, addicting. His breathing stops. “Or maybe I know what I want, I’m just not willing to acknowledge it.”

Kissing her might be a good idea, here on their old sofa they’ve spent hundreds of evenings on, the trashy music of the end credits of the movie accompanying the smile that parts her lips. He nearly chuckles about himself. He’s trapped in his pining like a figure in a snow globe. There’s a hint of sweet liqueur on her breath and he wants to taste every single drop of cream from her lips, wants to melt with her, into her. Her name, he wants to say her name at least, but he can’t get it out, not even when her gaze flickers to his lips, once, twice.

The ending of the film leaves a gaping silence in the room and the longer they linger, the louder it gets. She withdraws eventually. Link curses under the breath he’s finally able to take again; the years have made it difficult to distinguish an opportunity from a stupidity but he can’t help but feel this one was the former.

He nearly misses the quiet sigh that falls from her lips. She has turned back to the TV, flipping listlessly through the titles. “Why don’t you pick one? I can’t decide,” she says and offers him the remote.

Maybe…

Hand shaky, Link scrolls for a moment, stopping at one that looks like all the others. “Coming home for Christmas.”

“Ok?” She scrutinizes the too-small description. Then she stills. “It’s about a guy stuck in the friend zone.”

“I thought that was funny,” he repeats her words from earlier, heart drumming wildly. 

She inhales soundly and takes his hand, interlacing their fingers in a decidedly non-platonic way. Back in his arms, she leans against his chest, putting their hands on her stomach, and nudges his throat with her nose. He thinks he might just faint. 

“Does it have a happy ending? If not, I don’t want it.”

"Yeah," he whispers hoarsely. "Yeah, I think it does."

#zelink #legend of zelda #advent calendar #day 5 #one night in december #zeldaelmo writes

[such-geekiness]

baby, let’s go home

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Two days have passed since Eddie left for El Paso. Two days, Buck has watched Christopher, slept on Eddie’s couch, even though Eddie told him to take the bed. Tonight, over spaghetti and meatballs, Christopher sets down his fork with all the solemnity a ten-year-old can manage and says, “Buck. I think you should move in with us.” 

Buck manages not to choke on his food. Christopher has a way of surprising him, but this… this feels different. “You sound like you’ve thought about this.” 

“I have. You could sleep on the couch, or you can share my room. Or Dad’s. Or if you want your own room, we can build another one. Dad wouldn’t mind.”

“Another room?”

“Yeah.”

Like it makes perfect sense.

Buck latches to the easiest topic to tackle. “I don’t think your dad wants to do major construction on the house just to build me a room.” 

“You can share, then.” 

Buck should have known Christopher wouldn’t be deterred. “Buddy,” he says. “You know I really like hanging out with you guys.” 

Christopher’s nose scrunches up. “You don’t hang out. It’s not hanging out when you do chores. I don’t even like to do chores.”

“What do I do, then?”

“You live here, like you lived with us a few weeks ago.” 

After the year they’ve had, the last thing Buck wants to do is break Christopher’s heart. It’s not like that, he could say to any adult, and Christopher is a smart kid, but he’s still a kid. He might think Buck belongs here all the time, but Buck has the loft. Buck has Taylor. He loves Taylor, puts in the work to love her functionally. He’s an adult with an adult relationship. 

“I was taking care of your dad,” Buck settles on saying. “You remember how he wasn’t feeling too good?”

Christopher nods. “He was sad.” 

“He was,” Buck says. “He’s feeling better, now.”

“But that doesn’t mean you have to leave. Can’t you still take care of him?” Before Buck can answer, Christopher presses on, his voice urgent. “Dad smiles more when you’re here. He really hates doing the dishes but you always do them. And the only time he goes to sleep before me is when you’re here, because he feels safe.” 

One of Eddie’s habits comes to mind: as he’s nodding off, he always whispers to Buck, you got him? A question usually answered with a nod, and it sends him into sleep. Buck hadn’t thought much of it, before.

He’s floored by it now, and similarly shocked that Eddie can still surprise him. Still, it doesn’t change the truth: he can’t simply move in. 

“Maybe this is a conversation we should have with your dad,” he says, trying to let Christopher down gently. 

When Christopher’s smile falls, Buck knows he hasn’t quite succeeded

They’re both quiet, as Buck does the dishes and Christopher plays games before bed. Because it’s good for him, Buck makes him get off the computer and reads with him in the hour before bed. Soon, Christopher won’t want to, but for now, they sit on Christopher’s bed, Chris curled into Buck’s side as he reads aloud. The words blur, drowned by the voice in Buck’s head that wants this forever—all that’s missing is Eddie. 

When Christopher begins to yawn, Buck bookmarks the page and sets the book aside. “I think this is for tomorrow, bud.” 

Christopher blinks up at him, brow furrowed in a way that is quintessentially Eddie. Eddie has told Buck he doesn’t want Christopher to be like him, but when Buck looks at the kid in front of him, he sees compassion. Intelligence. Resilience. The best of Eddie, and it’s no accident. 

“Buck,” Christopher says. “I want Dad to come home, but I don’t want you to leave.” 

And here they are again.

“Chris—” Buck starts. 

“You can see Taylor sometimes and us for the rest of the time. Aren’t we better?” 

Buck weighs the question in his mind. “It’s not nice to compare people.” Christopher scowls—also all Eddie—so Buck thinks on his feet. “How about I stay the night when your dad gets home, too? He’ll be tired, so I can cook breakfast in the morning.” 

“Two nights.”

“Hey, this isn’t a negotiation.” 

“Dad will need you when he comes back. Grandma and Grandpa make him sad, too.” Christopher’s expression does something complicated, much too complicated for Buck’s liking. It reminds him of the days after the tsunami, where even mentions of water clouded Christopher’s face. “After Mom left, they yelled at Dad. I wasn’t supposed to be listening.” Christopher whispers this quickly, a quiet confession for Buck alone. “They were mad at him, and we left Texas after that. Buck, I don’t think they should have been mad at him.”

Buck’s heart breaks for the Eddie of four years ago, constantly on the defensive, constantly struggling to make his life work. He shouldn’t be, but Buck’s furious nobody stepped in to help him—that his parents didn’t even try, just looked past what an incredible father Eddie was and tried to take Christopher away. 

“No,” Buck says. “They shouldn’t have.” 

“It’s okay, though.” Christopher curls deeper into his blankets, yawning. “We came here and found you, and I think that’s what we were supposed to do. We like having you.” 

Buck can only stare, speechless, as Christopher’s eyes flutter closed. Even when his breathing evens with sleep, Buck sits on the bed’s edge, reeling. 

We like having you. It’s so simple, put like that. Christopher isn’t asking anything of Buck. Eddie isn’t asking anything, either. They only want him here. If Chris had his way, forever. 

And Buck… of course he wants it. He just can’t close his hand around it, and really, he doesn’t understand why. Even if it feels as simple as curling his fingers, it isn’t. A part of him will always be afraid of clinging too tightly and crushing something delicate. 

Tucking the blankets around Christopher, Buck stands. With only the kitchen light on, the house is soft, softer than the loft has ever looked. It looks like a home, Buck thinks, even with sheets stretched over the couch and his duffel bag spilling onto the living room floor. It’s where he should go, where he’s been sleeping for the past nights.

His feet bring him to Eddie’s bedroom. 

Before a few weeks ago, the only other time Buck passed here was after… after Eddie was shot. When everyone but Buck, even Ana, had left and Eddie could hardly keep his eyes open. Buck helped him change, trying to hide his shaking hands because all he could think about was that the last time he removed Eddie’s shirt, it was to staunch the bleeding. In the ambulance, Eddie watched him. In his bedroom, Eddie watched him, silent, tired, wide-eyed. Buck slept on the floor that night, because even the couch was too far. 

Now, the wound is only a scar on Eddie’s shoulder. Now, Eddie is in Texas. Now, after everything shattered, Eddie’s bedroom is deep green, soft and inviting. They picked the new things out together, and it feels like him. Buck thinks he would sleep easily here.

His phones buzzes, pulling him from thought. 

TAYLOR: you could bring him here for the night

Buck stares at the message for much longer than he should. She’s trying. He knows she’s trying. But it’s nearly ten, and Christopher is already in bed for the night, and…

He doesn’t want to. 

Standing in Eddie’s bedroom, newly decorated, all him, Buck doesn’t want to leave. And while he’s staring at the one sentence from Taylor, the only message from today and yesterday, Eddie’s contact picture appears, a green circle to the right, red to the left. 

There’s the relief Buck craved. 

“Hey,” Buck says. 

A sniffle comes from the other side of the line. “Hey.” 

Relief turns to panic. “Eddie?” Quiet. He’ll need to call Bobby to watch Christopher, or maybe Hen, and then there’s a matter of finding a flight quickly and then an Uber from the airport to—shit, he doesn’t know Eddie’s parents’ address, he’ll have to—

“Sorry.” Eddie’s voice drags Buck to reality. He’s not going to run to Texas (not now, at least). He promised Eddie he’d look after Christopher, and Eddie trusts him enough to do that. “Just…” Eddie sighs, deep, shuddery. “What did you guys do today? I want to hear about it.”

Every part of Buck wants to press, to excavate the problem so it’s in open air. Last time he let Eddie pretend like this, it ended with Eddie and his bedroom in ruins. Yet Eddie isn’t in front of him, Buck can’t gauge the situation’s severity, so he goes along with what Eddie needs. 

“Well, we had some trouble waking up this morning.” Buck sinks onto Eddie’s bed, the mattress shifting under his weight. “So it was McDonald’s in the car instead of pancakes. Only one ketchup stain between him and the Jeep, so I count it as a win. Oh, and I was off, so I organized your kitchen. Eddie, did you know you had seven whisks in different places? Like, if you have that many, fine, but in different places?”

Laugh, Buck wills. Give me something. 

A small sound comes, not quite a laugh, but not not a laugh. “I picked Chris up. Eddie, I swear, he’s getting better at manipulating me. We were playing with his dinosaurs and LEGOs for two hours before I realized he had math homework.” 

Buck stills. What’s he supposed to say? Oh, by the way, your kid said you felt safe with me and that I should live with you guys forever. Thoughts? It’s… a lot. It was a lot for Buck. Buck imagines it will be a lot for Eddie, too, so he says, “He wanted ice cream for dinner. I negotiated that to spaghetti, and after dinner, he read me a chapter from—” 

A choked sound comes from the other side.

Buck can’t pretend. 

“Eddie,” he says. “Eddie.” 

And then Eddie’s crying, his breath coming in small, desperate gasps, sobs leaving his lips unstifled. Buck’s heart aches, because he can picture it all too well, the day Eddie must have had to leave him sobbing unrestrained. 

“Okay,” Buck says softly. “Okay. I’ve got you. You’re okay, Eddie.” 

Time blurs. He’s not quite sure how long he sits there listening to Eddie cry softly, but eventually, Eddie clears his throat. 

“I needed…” Eddie’s voice cracks. “I couldn’t… not until now.” 

“Where are you?”

“Sitting in my dad’s truck in my high school parking lot.” Another sniffle. “Looking at the baseball field. I had to leave.” 

I had to leave. Buck isn’t sure what Eddie’s talking about—leaving his parents’ house, tonight, or leaving El Paso altogether. Maybe both. But if Eddie’s leaving, if Eddie’s crying, Buck needs him to know he doesn’t have to do it alone.

“I’ll come get you,” Buck blurts.

Eddie’s laugh is more surprised than anything. “Buck, you’re in another state.”

“I’ll still come.” 

Distance has shaken something loose in Buck’s chest. How many times has he shown his hand? The well. The day Eddie was shot. The day they were taken hostage and even though there was only one shot, Buck heard two echoing in his mind. The night Christopher called and Buck spent the fifteen-minute drive fearing the worst. 

Compared to all that, LA to El Paso is nothing. 

“I’ll still come,” Buck repeats. “You’d just have to wait for me.”

“I know.” Eddie laughs, breathless. “I know. God, Buck, I told them about my will. I didn’t mean to, they were just… I couldn’t take it. The way they were talking about both of us.” 

About both of us. A chill settles in Buck’s blood. “What do you mean?”

“They told me…” Buck pictures Eddie working his jaw, steeling himself, taking deep breaths the way he did the day he told Buck about the will. “They told me I was irresponsible for leaving him with you. That I cause instability in his life because I bring people in and make them leave. That you were just temporary for me.” 

Insecurity prickles. He has only met Eddie’s parents once, when they were on special assignment in Texas, but they’ve still cut to his core, exposing his fear that everyone in his life will walk out of it eventually. For awhile, he was afraid Eddie would do the same. 

“But you’re not.” Eddie’s voice grows insistent, the same way Christopher’s did. “I know you aren’t, and Chris knows you aren’t. So I told them that, and they asked how I knew, and I told them… I told them the truth.”

“That I would look after Christopher if you were…” Dead. “If you couldn’t.”

“Not only that.” Eddie quiets for a long moment, then says, “That you do look after Christopher. That we do it together, now. I told them about the tsunami and that you nearly killed yourself looking for him. I told them about the shooting.” His tone becomes even more urgent. “You understand, right? You aren’t just a replacement, Evan.” 

We like having you. 

The words cut deep, to some part of himself Buck has tried to keep hidden from the light, for fear it would turn everything to ashes. He… he knows. Some part of him knows. Believing is where he has trouble. That anyone could want him for who he is—not who he could be, not what he can do, but who he is. 

“Come home,” Buck blurts. Suddenly, there’s nothing more he wants in the world than Eddie in this house with him, Eddie at his side. “You don’t belong there, Eddie. Come home.” 

We need you. 

“I am.” Relief washes over Buck at Eddie’s clear, collected tone. “I always will. Hey, you’re not sleeping on the couch, are you? That thing did a number on my back.” 

He’s trying to sound casual, but he’s just to the left of it, just off. Instead of trying to make sense of it, Buck says, “I’m in your room, now.”

“Good.” This time, it’s obvious—even without seeing his face, Buck knows he’s smiling. He pictures it, soft, tentative, and keeps it safe in his mind. “I’ll be home soon. Promise.” 

#my fic #fanfic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #buddie #911 fox #911 5x17