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uchihaharlot · 4 months

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MORE THIRST! ❤️‍🔥

I got the idea from a friend and I can't get it out of my head, maybe you have some headcanons for it or want to write something:

What if... you fed Shisui's own cum back to him after e.g. a blowjob? 😏

This is the sort of filth I am talking about. Seriously, am not computing how I came up with this trash.

Severely NSFW; bj; bird feeding cum; vaginal — all around hot shit I would absolutely do to Shisui in a heart beat and this man would thank me.

Let’s just say it’s a rather calm evening. You’ve already had your rounds for the day and as you lay with Shisui on the couch. You just can’t get this idea out of your head.

(And picture you more or less head on his abdomen and Shisui’s arms rubbing your back soothingly.) Nothing about this position indicates you want to fuck….yet. You both are very explorative with your desires. Binding, bondage, choking even. Possibly some other wild things that won’t be discussed right now.

You can’t stop thinking about this afternoon, in the kitchen. Shisui came home for ‘lunch’ and while he did eat lunch, eventually. He had dessert first. Which was you. You just looked so cute on your day off. Hair in a bun, house was immaculately clean. He just had to thank you by bending you over the table. And thinking over and over on this made you just wet all day. You were incapable of not making a damp spot on your panties. Fine, so be it. It was what he did after that had you reeling. See Shisui sometimes is too fast for his own good, and so to make things quick, he got off and filled you up like a cream puff. Took two fingers and gingerly stuffed it back in you while sucking your clit and putting you in overdrive with several climaxes before actually eating his lunch. There was a reason he stuffed his fingers to plug you, well two actually. One he just loved to see your weeping little cunt filled with his Uchiha serum, and two he didn’t want to mix the flavors so he made sure he was only able to taste you.

This would not do, and there were only two solutions.

He could either fuck you stupid again, and taste himself the proper way he should have today or you could suck him off righteously and essentially bird feed him his own essence. Either or worked but the mere conceptualization of dripping Shisui’s own cum into his mouth from yours won by a large margin. What would he even do? Should you ask? I mean he always kissed you and tasted of you. Polite and considerate you usually kissed his cheeks after taking him deep in your throat and digesting his creamy fluids. You’re such a good girl for him though. Only the best lip service for this man. Shisui can hardly ever be around you without being half cocked. So the moment you rub your cheek over his groin he’s already curled a hand at the nape of your neck. ‘I need a snack.’ You say, which if he wasn’t exceedingly hard at your subtle cheek rub, he definitely was now.

‘I have just the thing.’ His soft gaze looks down at you, oh he’s had a long day. Filing police work and all that. His eyes are probably tired from reading and memorizing mundane details.

So you gently position yourself between him and rub your hand over his aching cock. ‘Just close your eyes baby. I’ll take care of you.’

Hehehe yea, keep your eyes closed the whole time you thought.

You took him out of his sweats and ran kisses up his shaft. Shisui’s head rested against the armrest of the couch and his mouth parted slightly. He was tired so it took a little more effort on your end but that’s ok, anything for this beautiful man. Shisui was not in a hurry to cum which made you all the more wet. You were able to see him in his most vulnerable state. Completely relaxed but needy. His hand still controlled the depth he face fucked you. Slow and gentle, this was new? Shisui wasn’t necessarily a dog by any means but he must’ve been in a mood to really enjoy your soft warm mouth taking him in. Every now and then you’d swallow him a little deeper, tightening your cheeks each time. Hitches in his breath and a hiss here or there…. ‘Slow…go slow.’

He was really working himself up to it, definitely imagining that he was filling your sweet wet pussy with his thick diameter. Pumping you slowly from behind maybe? With a hand wrapped around your stomach. Or even just encumbering you with his whole weight and fucking you slow and deep, touching that spongey tissue in the back. Either way, he was a moaning mess of a man. And when you slobbered that backwash of spit that built up in your throat all over his pulsing cock. Only then did he touch the back of your throat. And from there he would be able to hear your small struggles for air. You’ve been conditioned well to take the entirety of his length right as he is about to cum. Which rises an issue for your ulterior motive.

If Shisui was deep fucking himself on your throat, his thick cum was definitely going down in one shot. Like the finest liquor or oyster. You couldn’t have that, no. You needed to make sure that there was enough on the ‘spoon’ of your tongue to kiss him with. So you reminded him, with soft words as you popped off his throbbing cock…’slow, remember?’ He nods hurriedly, of course! Of course, slow. He did ask for that. As you took him back in your mouth he reiterated words of praise to you, many a ‘good girl’ were said, ‘do you know how hot you look’ and your personal favorite was, ‘I love the look on your face when you can’t breath.’ Because yes, even though he was going slow he was drowning his cock in your mouth. Slow, deep thrusts to your throat and back. His hips shuddering a few times. This felt good, really good for Shisui. And your eyes watered a little bit when he held your face down to his pelvic area and wiggled himself deep enough to cause you to gag. ‘Such a good girl for me…fuck.’

When his cock stiffened for release, you took his hands out of your hair and laced them to his chest with yours. Hardly ever were you dominant, so the shift in power had Shisui full mouth grunting when you sucked and bobbed on just the tip. Holy shit this was so different. He could only watch as you took him deep a few more times before delicately taking a hand to tug on his bunching testicles right as he filled your mouth with his salty batter. You swallowed and left what was necessary on the tip of your tongue before crawling up to a chest heaving, wide eye and fucked out Shisui, who just had the soul sucked out of him, and depositing the smallest modicum of himself in a deep kiss. He groaned and raked a hand in your hair tightly and sucked on your tongue.

‘You’re filthy and I fucking love it.” He whispered before invading your mouth for more of the same.

This definitely didn’t hinder Shisui in the slightest, raging boner syndrome for this man. He flipped you on your stomach and sat on your legs pulling your shorts down just enough to stuff you full; nearly the whole weight of his body on you. Thrusts so fast and precise into that wet hole he calls home half the time. ‘Fuck…you’re so wet, did you like that? Hmm? Making me taste myself.’

Yea he is wired, definitely did not expect to be damn near bird fed his own cum on top of finding the whole ordeal arousing.

He overstimulates you, making you come several times over and for definite this time on his throbbing dick because he didn’t get to feel that this afternoon. Shisui came fast earlier and needed to make up for it. So each time you come and clench his cock, it brings him closer to the edge of a second release. He pins you by the neck, and listens to your pleas and cries of pleasure. His name and several curse words intermingle in a salacious symphony of sounds. Desperately chasing his climax, the timing was perfect. You let out a guttural moan and Shisui’s hips jutted enough to incessantly tap your cervix and drag over that sensitive bundle of nerves. You squeezed and fluttered around his stiffening cock as your orgasm milked him. The show in the background was overcast by the low but long grunts Shisui had made when he bent down to your neck out of sheer desperation to finish with you.

‘…fuck (y/n). That…that was hot.’ He breathed heavy. Easing on the full weight of his body over you, he adjusted your house shorts back up and kisses your ass before bringing you to his chest and holding on to you while you both catch your breath and process the hottest sex of the week.

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tranquilpetrichor · 8 months

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afternoon with a ghost

synopsis: it's just another regular weekend for you, visiting your boyfriend in the land of the living.

cast: non!idol taerae (zb1) x gn!ghost reader

genre: ghost au, comfort, light fluff, light angst

wc: 1k (1082)

warnings: references to reader's death, mentions of a drunk driver, joking about stealing boba, pet names used, cursing

notes: another wtf is eris writing moment. i'm not really on something when i think of my writing ideas, but i'm on something, you know what i mean?

taglist: @restlessmaknae

taerae attempted to stab the top of his strawberry milk tea (a recommendation from ricky) with a straw, resulting in some liquid spilling out from the top.

he frowned and tried again, this time, managing to successfully puncture a hole at the top so that he could drink his sugary drink in peace.

you laughed at him and his struggle with the drink. "you would think that after being friends with me for so long, it'd be easier for you to do that. how often do we get boba?"

"not as often as we used to, love."

you laid your head on his shoulder like usual, and he glanced over—he's still not used to the chills he gets when he's around you, metaphorically and literally.

taerae was also not used to how transparent you were, like the glass on his shower door. how he could see the other side of his couch through your torso. but he never stared for too long—he knew when you were aware of him doing that.

but most of all, he wasn’t used to you referring to your hangouts as if you were still alive and well.

you yawned. "well, you're very busy, and i'm very dead. still, it's nice to hang out. do your friends know you've been talking to a ghost?"

"even if they did, i'm sure they wouldn't believe me," he said, shrugging. "i get it, honestly. i'll tell them, eventually."

smiling, you took your own boba cup, piercing the top with one clean stab of the straw. in life and death, brown sugar milk tea would always be your favorite. mortifyingly sweet, but tasty.

"of course, this can be our little secret for a while longer. how's the singing channel going?"

he laughed. "it's alright. you should listen to the new infinite cover medley i uploaded!"

your eyes widened and you nodded in approval. "wow, you really have been busy. when i get the chance, i will, don't worry."

a small grin appeared on his face.

"i'll hold you to it."

"even though i'm dead?" you asked sarcastically.

"yea, who said you being dead would stop me from making you stream my videos? i do technically need views and more engagement."

he took another few sips of the milk tea. god, it was hard to maintain the perfect ratio of tea to boba pearls. you were always able to do so, after all, you were considered the expert on all things boba.

you hummed and tapped your chin with your pointer finger. considering your transparent appearance, the motion did look odd to taerae.

"i'll consider it."

you put your drink down on the coffee table, laid your body across the couch, and rested your head on his lap, causing him to feel a light but odd sensation on his skin.

he grinned. "wow, you're so cold, y/n."

"no shit, sherlock. but you're here with me anyways."

the two of you laughed simultaneously.

"because i missed you. even if you're only occasionally able to visit, some time with you is better than none at all.”

you stared up at his face, no doubt taking in his dimples and other facial features.

"cute," you muttered under your breath. this was a common habit of yours, laying your head on his lap, sometimes saying whatever came to mind, and other times, saying nothing at all. it was a relaxing time for both of you.

his face softened even more while staring at you. for a few more minutes, maybe he could pretend it was all okay.

some days, it hurt more than others, seeing you and wishing your life hadn't been cut short by a reckless and drunk driver. you told him not to be so down about it, but he couldn't help but think of the ways the scenario could have been prevented. other days, he'd forget about the incident, only to recall it suddenly.

what hurt most of all was that taerae had envisioned a beautiful and vibrant future with you, one that would never come to fruition.

maybe it was a little delusional, you'd both have a house with a room for instruments, go on semi-frequent boba runs, and lovingly annoy the shit out of each other for eternity. and now, the possibility of that was gone.

he closed his eyes. "i know that i can't logically date a ghost, but believe me, i would try if it was you. i miss you."

for some reason, logic and reason always seemed to find the door when it came to his feelings for you.

your gaze pierced through his soul. "i know, taerae, and i hope you can move on. i love you, but you know that you have to live your life."

he sighed and gazed at the steady rise and fall of your chest. "of course, y/n."

you easily sat up, picked up your boba, and floated beside him. "now, let's move on from depressing stuff, shall we? i still haven't asked you for your opinion on the drink."

he looked at his half-empty cup. "i like it. i'm glad i didn't order it any sweeter, though—it's refreshing as it is. i'll have to tell ricky his recommendation was pretty solid."

"as for you," he continued. "you'll never stop drinking brown sugar milk tea, will you?"

"until the day i die—oh wait. until i'm reincarnated into someone who absolutely hates boba, i will never give up the chance for that drink."

you hummed thoughtfully to yourself. "you know, i could steal it. i don't think any of the employees over at that boba place can see ghosts. but i won't, because i'm a semi-nice person."

taerae laughed. "to be fair, you didn't think i could see them either. but here we are."

"yeah, you're right. even that only happens every once in a blue moon."

he stood up, watching you take a few more sips of your drink. "can't get rid of me, y/n. even when you're dead."

you rolled your eyes, trying to hide a smile. "would never dream of it. but please. like i said, don't let me hold you back from a great future."

he paused. "y/n, you could never hold me back. if anything, you keep me going."

you giggled lightly. "then let's keep going, until the end."

maybe taerae's future wouldn't be one he had planned or expected. but as long as he had his favorite ghost by his side, he was sure things would be easier.

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heyyallitssatan · 7 months

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So I saw a headcanons about Janus being colour blind, and when he lies he can see colour for a minute, but no one else knows about it

So here’s my headcanons for how the dark boyfriends sides found out below the cut

Remus and Virgil were watching Disney conspiracy theories on YouTube when Janus came down to see what all the ruckus was about.

As it turned out they had since moved on from Disney conspiracy theories and were currently watching “Ultimate Trump Fail Compilation”. They were dying of laughter when they noticed Janus standing there staring at them.

They pulled him onto the couch and rewinded to the last clip, and watched Janus as he watched.

He fought back a smirk as he said in his usual deadpan tone, “Well that wasn’t the highlight of my day.”

They died, right then and there, all over again, Janus brand of deadpan sarcasm had always managed to get them going, especially when they were already giggly.

And with that one little lie, Janus saw something he had never seen before; Virgil’s eyeshadow had turned purple.

With every lie that Janus told, he got to experience colour vision for a moment, something he lacked the rest of the time, and given that, along with how little Virgil relaxed enough to make a colour change, this was the first time he had ever seen it.

“Virgil, your eyeshadow, it’s… purple.”

He had scrunched his face up in a look of confusion, something that Virgil’s over analysing brain took to mean he didn’t like it, as such, the eyeshadow started to lose its newfound colour, which Janus didn’t notice, thinking it was just his vision fading.

Remus popped up right in time to almost save it, “Of course it is J-anus”

And in a small, vulnerable voice, Janus asked, “Has it always been purple?” As he looked away from Virgil.

“Of course not Janny, only when he’s happy, and the storm cloud over there doesn’t do that often,” Remus responded, indicating to Virgil, who was still confused and staring silently.

The smallest ‘oh’ escaped his lips, as he stared down at the ground.”

“How could you not know that, it might be rare but he’s done it around us plenty enough for you to notice, I mean, even I did.”

While was faltering for words to write this off, some suave lie that would get him out of this and show him if there were any other colours he had missed Virgil seemed to at least somewhat piece together part of the puzzle.

“…You’ve never seen it change, have you?”

“No.”

“How have you never looked at me long enough to see it?”

“What? No, it’s not that, it’s not that at all, the truth is…”

“Come on Jan, tell us.”

“…I’m not colour blind.”

“Oh Jan, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know,” came from Virgil at the same time as Remus’, “Why the hell didn’t you tell us?”

“I…don’t know. I just…”

Virgil sighed, “It’s okay Jan, we can talk about it later, for now, let’s just watch the video.”

“Yes, that’s exactly what we should do.”

“Ok then, you want to explain?”

“…Yes.”

“C’mon work with us here, we gotta pick something.”

“Yea J-anus, explain, we’re just dying to know,” Remus responded as he mimicked some strange death scene, maybe Romeo?

“Fine…I’m not colour blind, and when I lie I can’t see colour.”

“Oh Jan…”

“Don’t, don’t pity me.”

“It’s not pity J-anus, he’s beating himself up for never realising, something he should stop doing before I turn in a brain eating amoeba a feat all the bad thoughts.”

“You are the bad thoughts?”

“Oh…I’ll eat myself then, starting now!”

“Yes of course Remus, you absolutely should,” Janus drawled out while he pulled Remus’ hand out of his mouth.

The night continued similarly, important conversations being had in between bouts of goofing off, mostly from Remus. He did it whenever one of them started thinking too much, they’d always had a bad habit of that, but it seemed to work, so he kept doing it.

Eventually all of the necessary explanations and talking had happened, and now they had to decide what to do. So naturally they chose for Janus to tell blatant lies over and over, so that he could see different colours they were showing him. It became a game of them describing the colours to him, then showing him, which seemed to make him laugh quite a bit. They also discover that when one of them lied Janus could see their colours, like their hair and clothes.

But of all the talking they had done that night, they had never really brought up Virgil’s eyeshadow again, but it stayed purple the rest of the night, and they realised that the white strike in Remus’ hair could glow radioactive green when he got excited.

At the end of the night, which was actually the beginning of the morning, they had shown Janus all of the colours they could imagine, so they asked him which was his favourite. He responded, in a quiet tired voice while he stared up at them from whatever strange pile they had found themselves in, where limbs went numb and melded together and no one really knew where they ended and someone else began, “Not purple, or green,” in an effort to see them one last time before his eyes finally slipped shut.

Virgil and Remus fell asleep just the same, but not before quietly admitting they they quite like yellow too.

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sweetestpjm · 8 months

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never trust a skinny baker

pt.1 of ?

Never trust a skinny baker.

"1...2..." Jimin pursed his lips, wondering why he only had two and a half dozen of his signature cookies made. He swore that he'd put in 3 dozen. Okay, maybe he'd eaten one of them. Or two— just to make sure it was good. And then maybe 3 more while they were still in their warmest state. Then that last one for good luck...

Okay, maybe it made sense why there were only 2 and a half dozen left now. It made sense, it added up.

"Hyung?" Hoshi said, poking his head into the kitchen, making his way in once he realized that Jimin was just organizing the baked cookies onto trays. "Someone's come in, they want to apply for a job here."

He practically lit up at that— he really needed more help. Hoshi was great but he knew running the entire bakery together was difficult. They'd learned that on their first holiday rush. Valentine's day, if one could even call it a real holiday.

"I'll be right out. Just get them something to nibble on while I finish with these," he said, shooting a smile, "and let them know that the job is probably theirs."

"Got it, boss hyung!"

Jimin rolled his eyes at the excessive formalities, but he'd scold him on it later.

Eventually he put the tray out— though he nearly dropped it upon seeing the male that Hoshi was giving a croissant to. Oh he was really handsome and dressed well, which had Jimin instantly attracted to him. But that was easy, he was one of those universally handsome guys, after all.

"Hi, sorry for the wait," he apologized, shimming his curvy body through the little area and joining them at one of the booths— of 3 booths. Pretty big for a little bakery but still not many.

The man shook his head, standing up and giving him a respectful bow. "Hi, I'm Jeon Jungkook. It's no worry, I was just coming around wondering if you were hiring still?" he pointed to the door, where there was a 'hiring' poster.

"Yea!" he said, a hand on his nearly aching belly as he thought, "let me just interview you. Got a resume on hand?"

"Hyung! I got the job," Jungkook squealed, jumping as he put his hands on Yoongi's shoulder, "ugh, you would've loved it there. And the baker..he's really cute."

"Oh? Really cute?"

Jungkook shrugged, "like a doll. He's pretty and cute and— well, I quite like him since he's given me a job even though I've only been a bartender and an assistant carpenter.."

"Weird jobs of yours," he chuckled, still chopping vegetables, "but sounds nice, I'll be sure to drop by."

"And eat, because the food is to die for. Like, the fumes of the bakery are like a happy pill, or something.."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, still focusing on finishing chopping the last of the cucumbers. "I'll be sure to. Weird of you to tell me how hot your boss is, though. You usually don—" He finished up chopping, setting the knife down and grinning at Jungkook. "Someone's already got a crush on their new boss, mm?"

"A little? I mean, keep your options open, baby. You'd like him."

"Any pictures? I'm always keeping our options open, darling."

Jungkook nodded with a wide smile, opening up the instagram for it. It took some time until he found a post featuring the owner, Jimin. A few pounds lighter for certain. Once he found it, he put it up to Yoongi's face who instantly melted at the sight.

"Oh he's really cute. Ah, you should invite him over, I'll cook him a nice meal." Yoongi cooked for a living rather then baked, so it was a regular offer he'd make. New friend? 'Bring them over, I'll cook them a meal. Find out their favorites.' Meeting family? 'I'll cook them the best meal of their life, invite them over'.

"Maybe after I've worked there some time?"

"Really? Fine, shy boy. But I'd be interested too if his personality is as sweet as his looks are."

"Oh, most definitely."

"Just tighter, please. However it needs to be so you can tie it," Jimin said, not sucking his belly in this time. The attempt before when he did, it undid itself the moment he'd relaxed. Not this time. This plan was undeniably foolproof.

The younger nodded, trying again and eventually it worked, somewhat. "There, hyung. I— if you need to extend the ties, I can do it. I used to sew."

Jimin turned around, nodding his head, though he could see his cheeks were red. "That— that would be great, I really don't want to buy a new one, this one just.." he tried to flatten it better, "holds a special place in my heart."

"I get it.." he said, an idea coming up. Perhaps now was the time? It had been three months and well..he couldn't compose himself much more. Especially with all this tying business. "Maybe I could fix it up at my place and you could join us for dinner? Us being me and my boyfriend. My boyfriend's a private caterer, so he cooks," Jungkook said, "whatever you'd like to eat."

He instantly smiled, nodding his head. "That'd be lovely! I was wanting to invite you for a meal for some time but I am a bit shy." Jimin's belly rounded out more and well— the ties undid. His cheeks were red hot again.

"Don't worry about it. How about just leave it like this?"

Jimin nodded, shyly stroking his belly. "Yeah. Guess it's the muffins doing their work, huh?"

Jungkook nodded, not sure when he'd gotten red from this encounter. "I— well, guess so."

"Lovely to have you over, Jungkook tells me all about you. Best baker in the world, hm?"

Jimin smiled sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders and looking at the food on the table. Were there others coming? It looked like quite a lot for how small and lean they both were. "Maybe one day. I can tell that you're good too. Are you excepting another?"

Yoongi tilted his head, then noticing his confusion's reasoning, "ah, no. Just us three." He pulled out another dish, just some baked bread and set it on the table. "Sit, dinners ready."

Jungkook sat down, as did the other two shortly after. And so dinner and small talk began.

"Caterer, huh?" Jimin said, between his bites, "no wonder you are, this is delicious. I really love food— clearly, and this is great. Really great."

"Your bakery is great," Yoongi said, nearly choking at Jimin's comment towards himself, "I'm happy you're enjoying it."

Jungkook perked up, "oh, Jimin hyung, you should tell Yoongi about your muffins! He likes them a lot, he's actually really good at making them but—"

"Gguk here accidentally broke my muffin mold tray, so now I make him buy me muffins to make up for it." Yoongi bit back his smirk.

"Aah.." Jimin giggled, tilting his head at Jungkook like a puppy, "no wonder you're always so insistent on taking some of the muffins home. That's adorable."

Jungkook tried not to visually show how something as simple as those words was making him quite happy. Really happy. "I owe Yoongi big time plus I can never say no to him. Look at those eyes, imagine saying no to those eyes."

Yoongi made the effort of batting his eyelashes at Jimin who chuckled, a hand over his mouth. "That is pretty cute. I wouldn't say no either."

Now Yoongi was further understanding Jungkook's crushing. There was just something about Jimin. Something adorably soft and intriguing for certain.

It wasn't often they agreed about someone, after all. Yoongi nor Jungkook was taking to it lightly.

As the evening went on, they glanced at one another making it obvious to themselves that this was universally agreed on between them.

For Jungkook, it was his sweetness of course. His praising, his attitude and he could admit (not aloud of course) that he was very fond of that bakers tummy he had going on.

Yoongi on the other hand, quite liked his storytelling and his joking. He kept wondering if he'd get even cuter and each time he did indeed get cuter. Mumbling on about baking, about his old cat and especially about the latest BL he'd been reading (which was great information for him to behold).

They were just very glad they were on the same page.

At last, they could agree on doing this; asking that chubby (and clueless) baker out on a date.

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enigmaart · 1 year

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HAHA GET PROMPT-BOMBED

“You bought me flowers?” “Yeah, well I noticed you’d seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up.”

“We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now?”

“I don’t want you to die for me, I want you to live for me.”

“I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this.”

“I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you.”

EATING THIS PROMPT RN-

Eclipse-Centric Reader Drabble:

"You bought me flowers?" "Yeah, well I noticed you'd seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up."

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You had been feeling particularly shitty this week compared to the previous. You couldn't catch much sleep because you kept having the same weird nightmare over and over again and you couldn't seem to remember what it was about, which only served to stress you further.

You really shouldn't have been so surprised that eventually your boss took notice of this. What would ALWAYS be surprising to you would be the his method of approaching this.

"You...brought me flowers?"

This question was more of a statement, but you made your puzzlement known anyways. Eclipse stood tall and straight and somehow straightened his tie even more despite having done so 3 other times today. He held the flowers out to you.

"Well, erm, you've been looking down in the dumps all week, babe, so I thought I'd do something nice for you! To make you feel better, and all." He explained

If you hadn't known any better, you would have thought that his stand-offish way of saying all this would have meant that he just wanted to get your gloomy mood out of his sight and this building. But you knew your lover better than that. He's trying to stay professional in the office, as per your request, but the poor man just has no idea how to tone it down without looking like either some kid with a crush or a bit of an asshole. You don't mind though, you think it's cute of him either way.

You take the bouquet out of his hand and smile sweetly at him. "Thanks hun. You don't know how much this means to me."

Eclipse visibly perks up at the praise, but is quick to smooth his features and act cool. "Yea," he says, "no problem, sweetheart. If you wanna talk about whatever's been nippin' at you, you can always come to me~." You chuckle a little at the attempt to be suave, because you know he's actually genuinely concerned deep down inside but is trying not to pry too hard for your sake. He's just too good to you.

"Thanks babe, I'll remember that. I think I just wanna go home a bit early today." You say.

"I'll walk you to the front entrance." He replies.

You get up from sitting and stretch your legs. You and Eclipse walk out of his office doors and down the hall to the front entrance. You pass the front desk as the receptionist gives a look up at you two then goes back to work with a knowing smirk. Your trip took seemingly no time at all, but it was nice to just travel together.

Eclipse holds the door open for you, but before you walk out, he gently holds your shoulder and turns you towards him. "Honey," he says, "you don't have to hide anything from me. Whatever it is that's bothering you, we can deal with it together. I've been with you for all this time, and I don't plan on abandoning you if things go sideways. You can ALWAYS count on me to come and save you."

Such sweet and sincere words, you can't recall ever feeling this cared for in your life. How on earth did you end up with a man so sweet?

You're near tears, but they don't fall, you refuse to let them. You have to be strong now. You say, "I'll be okay honey, I think I just need to take your advice and finally take a break and rest a bit. Next time you see me, I'll be as good as new!"

You hoped your enthusiasm would get him to worry a bit less, but you could tell from his wyes that you may have only served to make things worse, but he didn't say anything to make this known. Instead, he said, "Alright doll, have a pleasant evening. See you again soon."

You felt bad that he was willing to put his feelings aside for you AGAIN, but you still found it better than the alternative.

"Goodbye, Sir. See you around."

With that, you walk outside and down the street, not daring to look back and accidentally look your tired, somber eyes with the dark, hurt eyes behind you.

#asks!!#fnaf sb #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf security breach #fnaf dca #fnaf eclipse #fnaf eclipse x reader #fnaf y/n #fnaf au #cosmic chaos y/n #cosmic chaos au #cosmic chaos

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I'm always down for lee!George and ler!Dream 😬

Careful cuddles leading to domestic bliss

It had been around a month or two since George had finally made it to America and since Dream has face revealed! They took the first few days to just calm down and settle into the house and then did the face reveal and posted the meet up vlog and after that went to twitchcon! After all that and a few meet ups with some friends they all decided to just take it slow and not do much for a few weeks apart from some streams. Sapnap was currently in his office playing and streaming valorant with punz as Dream and George sat cuddled on the couch.. It had taken a few weeks for them to get like this, George not being one to initiate contact and Dream being ever worried about crossing peoples boundaries..

It had started around the second week in the three of them were up til around two A.M. watching some anime sapnap had insisted on showing them when George had begun to grow tired as did Dream.. Dream noticed George beginning to doze off and lightly nudged him “Y-you um you can lay down on the couch if you want” George flinched softly at the nudge “hmm? O-oh um I…” Dream flushed softly “W-well I mean if if you’re not comfortable you don’t have to lay your head on me you could put your feet here instead or you you don’t have to lay down at all I mean it’s fine we can just have sapnap turn it off and we finish it tomorrow” George flushes softly as well glancing at dreams lap a yawn escapes him and he glances up at dream “I… no it’s fine I’m uh I’m fine with laying my head on your lap…” And so George ever so softly lays his head on dreams lap and at first he doesn’t even have his full weight on it but eventually he grows so sleepy it starts dropping more and more, Dream can’t help but be enamored by this moment he’s dreamed of simplistic moments like this with his two best friends for years and now it’s actually happening.. Before he’s fully registered what he’s doing as he gets back into the show slightly, one of his hands has found place in George’s hair as his other draps over his midsection… His hand lightly caresses through George’s hair getting out small knots as he does so, George flinches softly at first and dream quickly glances down and pulls his hand out “o-oh sorry sorry i um sorry I didn’t realize…” George waves him off softly “n-no s fine you can *yawn* keep going” Dream nods “o-okay” so they stay like that about twenty minutes before Dream himself as fallen asleep… Sapnap rolls his eyes softly shutting off the TV and grabbing a couple blankets he places one over George and one over dreams shoulders and needs to bed….

After that night Dream slowly began initiating touch with George more and more small head pats of teasing over his shortness compared to Dream, more hugs, simple moments of cuddling together but these times nearly zero hesitation and no need for either to ask to cuddle or lay on the other… Dream was in pure bliss such domestic moments were probably some of his favorite moments… So we fast forward back to the current domestic moment of bliss… Dream and George were cuddling as per usual watching some Disney movie Dream threw on mostly as background noise and they idly chatted about the plans for the next few weeks seeing as Karl, Foolish and Quackity were coming to stay.. “So basically just wanna do IRL streams during their visits?” George questions, Dream nods “Yea I figure it’ll be easiest and I figure Punz will come over as well so I just don’t think it’d be easy to find a what seven player game?” George nods “yea okay so what will we do?” Dream shrugs “I don’t know I figure maybe a Q&A, maybe get some fans to send in some truth or dares, it would be a mess but we could do a cooking stream” George laughs softly “seven people in the kitchen trying to cook?” Dream laughs softly as well “Yea I know it’s crazy but it would be funny” George nods “yea I guess the mess would be worth it” Dream nods “mhm so I guess that’s settled” George nods “I suppose so”

They go back to watching the movie this time more intently, so much so Dream begins tracing idle shapes on George’s side not realizing it until he notices George squirming and looks down at him curiously and then looks to his hand and notices what he’s doing… he smirks softly deciding to continue and see just how long until George stops him… He continues the simple shapes on his sides a few minutes with no complaint from George just squirms and hitches of breath but once Dream begins moving towards George’s ribs George freezes holding a breath and Dreams eyes widen before narrowing like a predator who’s about to capture their prey… He pauses his movements and George waits a few moments before letting out his breath and settling back down… That’s when Dream strikes!

He doesn’t start scribbling or squeezing though he doesn’t wanna do too much or take it too far too quick so he simply begins tracing George’s lowest rib bone but the reaction is instant! George squeaks and begins squirming fully and giggling! “Eek! Drehehahhammm whhihiyyy!” Dream laughs softly “well I started tracing your side not realizing at first what I was doing until I saw you squirming and so I just decided to see how long I could do it until you’d ask me to stop and you didn’t so I moved up and noticed you freeze so I waited for you to unfreeze before starting here, why? Well it’s just fun and cute, do you want me to stop?” George blushes brightly “yoourrhehehe suhuhcchh ahahnnn ihihoddihihioohohtt! B-buhuhuttt nohoho yooouuuu dohohonnttt hahavvehehehe tohoho stohoppp… Ohohonnllyyy behehecchahauhihussshehee yoourrrhehe hahahvvihihinngf fuhuhunn!” Dream rolls his eyes knowingly “sure George only because I’m having fun, can I up it to lightly scribbling or no?” George bites his lip softly on contemplation “ihihi ihihi guhueehehsss fohohohorrr ahha fehewww mihihinnuhttheehehsss b-buhuttt plehehasshehee stohohppp whehehnnn ihihi shahayy?” Dream nods firmly “of course George the second you utter the word stop I will!” George nods softly and so Dream wastes no time scribbling softly up George’s ribs!

George jumps squeaking again louder giggles pouring out “Eek! NahahHAHAHAHA DRHEhehehhahahammm!” Drema smirks “yes George? Hmm? What’s up does it…” he leans close to George’s ear “tickle?” George squeals not expecting dreams breathe on his ear or the feeling of his hair grazing it! He quickly brings his arm up rubbing his hand against his ear “EEP NAHAHA DOHOHNNTTT!” Dreams eyes widen in shock “okay I’m definitely going to keep that in mind for the future!” Dreams hand moves to George’s upper ribs and his giggles increase even more as does his squirming, the slow and gentle tickles have started to become almost maddening George debates asking for rougher quicker ones but his pride won’t allow it so instead he calls stop “AHAHA NAHA IDHIHTTT ohohkkahhayyy ohohokkkahhyyy stohohppp! PLEEHEAHAHSSEE!” And so true to his word Dream immediately stops, he switches to firmly rubbing his hand on George’s ribs to dispel the left over ghost tickles.. George takes in small breathes of air turning himself onto his back smiling dazily, Dream looks at him his fave flushed softly hismelf smilimg dazily as well… this will definitely have to become a normal thing and something he needs to explore more… Suddenly he’s pulled out of his thoughts by a poke to his side making him jump and look at George who’s smirking with eyes shining with mischief “So you’re ticklish too hmm?” Dreams blush turns bright red as he clears his throat “s-so um what do you think of the movie?” George rolls his eyes deciding he’ll do at least a small investigation into that later “it’s alright I guess for a movie about singing cats or whatever” Dream rolls his eyes as he scoffs “whatever I’m sure you just couldn’t fully appreciate it with all your giggling” George flushes and sits up and then stands up “so um you hungry I can go make us something” Dream laughs sitting up then standing up as well “oh no you’re not last time you tried to cook you forgot to turn the oven off and nearly burnt the house down! Come on I’ll make us something” he grabs George’s hand and so off to the kitchen they go, the movie lays abandoned but I have a feeling that it may become one they watch rather often…

The end

#Kasey writes stuff #kasey rambles #asks #mushiewrites #lee!george #ler!dream

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angelvyxen · 9 months

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CRYING AGAIN anyways I’m back for the apple picking update!

Mkay so let’s start hmm here. When I told you he texted me about the apple picking thing and then I finally responded and we make the plans right? This all happened yesterday so let’s get into it.

So first off we couldn’t even go in his back yard because his family was over so we went to like this pumpkin patch thing with the apples (little early for this time of year…) but anyways it felt strange cause like isn’t it summer? But climate change is a thing so anyways we had a lil breeze going right and I’m looking around in my mind I’m getting scared again cause like I’m like “this man better not have brought no toys!” So I’m like to him well what am I gonna do if you don’t have ya toys or whatever guess what he say y’all “uhm you have fingers don’t you” BITCH my mouth dropped I’m looking down at my fresh set like bitch no! But anything for the bag y’all.

So we’ve been trying apples and looking at pumpkins and stuff by now we’ve been here for 2 hours my feet staring to hurt so this is where the fun comes in at this point I’m like alright lemme go try to find some type of wooded area to get this over with I’m dragging him with me he smiling hard as shit! Like it’s not funny at all ig he was excited so finally I find this little quiet area away from everybody right? I grab that mf by his hoodie and throw him down in my mind I’m cringing so hard y’all I swear.

He laying there shocked blushing per usual and I’m over here unbuttoning his pants and pulling his boxers down half way so I can get started I took a breath this time I wasn’t as scared so I was able to do my shit in my mind I’m like “think of the bag think of the bag think about the bag💰 you are getting 800$ for your service be strong” is just repeating in my head.

So I’m rubbing his dick up and down and I’m not even trying to be sexy rn so I’m like to him “what if someone sees us what if we get caught” he throwing his head back moaning so once again like last time I’m like can you shut up! Like damn nigga eventually I suck it up I’m all in his ear going crazy with my usual like “you like that you like when I dominate you huh baby?” Stuff like that and he’s like “yeah” but in a whimper when I say he’s like so submissive that’s what I mean like you can look at him and tell anyways he’s getting loud again so I slap that mf on his thigh telling him to shut up bad choice. Cause he liked it. I pull his pants down further getting ready to “finger” him I could have gagged I kinda did not cause he dirty he’s actually so clean but like for me I just couldn’t believe in all my years of living I’m doing something like this type of gag.

So I eventually get over it and I just take my middle finger & ring finger and go to town while im rubbing his dick. And like im going crazy he moaning and shit and im just ready for this to be over not cause im scared but cause like bitch what if somebody catch us and then he was whimpering shaking, breathing all fast and my head is going back and forth so like im scared while trying to be sexy! It was chaotic it’s so hard for us sexy people in life fr!

So he’s getting close cause he’s shaking bad and im over here like “hold it hold it good boy” finally he lets it go and guess what cum all over my hands and jeans a mess then we hear people in the distance so im like FUCK cause for 1 he hasn’t cooled down yet and is still very erect 2 im having to dig in my purse for the wipes (thankfully) I brought I tried to be more nicer this time basically like “you’re good you’re fine your ok” and I think he liked it I clean him up myself I threw those wipes down cause they were not going in my purse.

We walk back to the entrance his legs are still shaking I’m like oh no I am just happy we got there when we did cause they were about to close like no! And some man is like “yea it’ll do it to you after so long of working here my legs shake daily from this job” he was a worker I could have busted out laughing right there cause sir! I just finished ruining this man that’s why he’s shaking!

I got my 800$ dollars in the car tho I tell you what as hank hill says.

Anyways moral of the story ladies is do it for the bag and as my lil yt boy says during “sex” or whatever we do “thank you oh oh thank you” he be whimpering while saying it to I be like in my mind like “ughhh” he cum every where.

THIS HAS TO BE THE WILDEST SHIT I HAVE EVER READ LMFAOOOOO, BUT GET THAT MONEY! IKTR!

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He'd wanted to be...

((Okay so drabble time. Silco randomly ends up in the past and meets his old self, and also his younger brother. No violence here, but content warning for mention of child death from natural causes (off screen not explicit), and a burial as well as a wasting disease... this really is not happy so... yea. No abuse, and anything that might seem like "neglect" just comes from being poor and them not having enough money.))

Silco had no idea at all how he’d suddenly emerged into a Zaun from years, and years ago. It was at a point he did recognize however, and despite knowing it was a bad idea his footsteps slowly guided him inevitably to a community built up close by one particular mine. A few suspicious looks at him made Silco decide to tuck his coat away in a particular corner, and roll his sleeves half way up his forearm. Continuing on his way after that he got fewer looks, and getting to the outskirts of the community Silco found a small pile of dark dust and patted at his arms and face with it. Not enough to make him look filthy or as though he’d just came from work, but enough to make him seem more like part of the community even if he just as obviously seemed likely to have more money than most of them.

Continuing on his way Silco’s eyes widened a touch seeing...well… himself running around. Skinny, and wide eyed, and excitable practically begging to understand more but at the same time with a particular cynical spark hidden in the back of his eyes that was hard to see unless you already knew it was there. What hurt though was seeing his younger sibling trotting after him. He’d forgotten that they had still been alive at this point when he was only eleven. Silco wasn’t sure he actually would have came to see his old home if he’d remembered that, and it made his heart clench with a pain that had never gone away. Standing next to a bench he was completely still, and completely unaware of the fact that with how he was staring at the two kids eventually his younger self was bound to spot him.

Suddenly there was a skinny eleven year old Silco with pants that were too big around the waist, and too short in the leg casually approaching him with a smile that was a kind of fake friendly. “Hi Mr! I haven’t seen you around here before. I don’t suppose you have any change? My brother’s real hungry you see.” Pointing back towards the youngest of the family the eleven year old seemed as bright and cheerful as possible even as he stood there obviously not fed as well as he should be. The younger brother however moving closer suddenly buckled over coughing into his hand. He in contrast looked as though he should be healthy. He had more weight, and although his pants were also too short they fit better around the waist, and although shorter than Silco he seemed headed to become a large strong man like… if he had survived. The coughing however made it clear that there was something wrong be it with his lungs, or chest, or some hidden disease brought on by the dust and fumes from the nearby mine. The coughing made young Silco look worried for a second before he forced his face back into a stoic friendliness. “I mean thirsty. Could you help Mr?”

Silco felt a wave of regret, and a quiet little mournful feeling rise up within him and nodding he offered his own little smile. “Of course. Why don’t we all go get some food, and a drink? I could use something myself. You can call me Vander. What’s your name?” He had no real idea why he’d picked that name, but it was as good as any.

The three spent most of the rest of the day together, and no one so much as questioned it. Silco never did anything weird, or took the two boys away from the main area and had quite obviously paid for both of them to have a meal. Perhaps he was some Uncle from another side of Zaun. Silco had done his best to ensure both boys had enough food, but he didn’t say anything as his younger self had quietly pushed a third of his share of food to his brother and then wrapped up another third sliding it into a pants pocket while avoiding anyone’s eyes. No doubt that saved portion would later be split half and half between the two brothers, or perhaps if mother seemed tired and worn out more than normal offered to her. Silco never had eaten much.

Evening started to approach but their father was no doubt going to work a couple of hours past evening as what did it matter to a miner? They had their own lights, and the Pilties always demanded more and more and more. Mother wouldn’t have dinner ready for another hour or two, and so with things starting to get dimmer they settled down in a spot that had their backs against a wall and let them people watch. Even now Silco had been a careful lad. Partially because with how his younger brother could randomly break into coughing fits, and got tired faster than others there were a few other kids that liked to try to bully him. Silco had gotten into fights because of that before, and had lost most of them at first however that was slowly starting to shift as the young boy felt a particular ruthlessness slowly start to emerge from him.

The youngest child leaned in against his brother even though with both sitting down he looked the same age and closed his eyes softly breathing. “This was nice. Thanks Silco, and thanks Mr. Vander.” Voice tired he was obviously exhausted, and wrapping an arm around him the younger Silco who had no idea at all that in just a few short years if even that his beloved younger brother would be gone hugged him close. “It’s okay, you’re welcome, just rest a bit alright? I’ll wake you up when it’s time to go home.” Softly the eleven year old started to hum a particular tune passed down through his family, and the older Silco had too look away actually clenching his jaw and closing his good eye to try to keep from… he wasn’t sure. Screaming at the unfairness of it? Cry? Some strange mix? A deep breath and he simply watched people watched until his younger self spoke suddenly.

“It’s not his fault you know. It’s just how he is. He doesn’t mean to get tired and coughing and all. He’s really smart, and kind, and nice. Da got a dictionary for him once and he’s read the entire thing. Taught me some words even, and Ma. Well she got all dressed up real fancy once with make up and everything. Went uptown way and got back real late at night. I don’t...know how…” Voice hesitating for a moment the truth was that the young boy had an idea of just what his mother had done, but wasn’t about to admit it to anyone including himself. “She got them but the next morning there was a book about maths and another with all sorts of maps and little notes about different countries and stuff in it. They were both for him, and that’s okay. He needs them. I’ll go work in the mine with Da, and he will be all book smart and it’ll be okay.” Looking up at “Vander” the young Silco started with all the firm determination he could muster. “It’ll be okay.” Somewhere deep down inside he had a suspicion it would be however. Over the last couple of years you see his brother’s cough had gotten slowly worse, and the boys energy slowly sunk downwards. The Piltie doctor that sometimes came around to do checkups and offer medicine when asked had simply shrugged and muttered something about “damn Zaunites don’t know nothing” and continued on his way.

Silco nodded slowly, and offered a faint smile doing his best to hold back the anguish that was slowly flooding him. “Silco tell me… what is it you want to be when you grow up? His younger self was quiet for a moment than shrugged and looking at his sleeping brother softly spoke. “Helpful, and loyal, and loving. I want to help my brother run a shop just for people like us. Zaunites. Miners and all. A shop people can actually afford to shop at. A good shop not like those fancy ones the Pilties run.” Looking up to “Vander” the boy shrugged. “I want to be someone that helps make things better. Is that silly?”

Silco took a slow breath and reached out to gently ruffle his younger self’s hair shaking his head. “Not at all. It’s not silly at all…” An hour later Silco found himself walking through the streets of Zaun and pulling out a cigarette he lit it taking a deep drag off of it as tears dripped down his face as he dipped into an alleyway so no one could see.

He’d wanted to be helpful, and loving, and to make things better.

He’d wanted a shop people could afford.

He’d wanted to help his brother.

He’d wanted to be loving.

He’d wanted to be all the things those uptowners from Piltover were convinced he could never be.

They had been right of course, but for one simple reason. Their greed and refusal to care at all about caring for the miners or their living conditions or the pollution had killed his brother.

That had been the first time Silco had died. When his beloved brother was put onto the funeral pyre and his mothers sobbing had filled his ears and his father had stepped forward to light the funeral pyre.

The second time of course had been with Vander when a loved one had tried their best to murder him.

The third time was at the hands of someone he had came to love so much he’d forgive her anything.

He’d wanted to be loving.

#justsilcothings #silcodrabbles

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a-crash-in-time-collection · 1 year

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Chapter 32: Cheesy Headphones

The air around the ship was cool. The sun shined brightly nearby, but it didn't affect the temperature too much. The cruise ship had finally started to head back to the dock. This (forced) vacation was almost over.

It was a silent relief for most Toppats. Sure getting to go on this was fun and gave some the true break they needed, but it was a big delay from them getting home at the same time. They knew they were going to have a lot of work stacked on them once they got back. Attempt to make up for the lost time. So for most, they try to take these last few days stress-free and enjoy the time they currently have available to them.

Fredrick was not one of those people. Not that he wasn't trying. It's just… it's been days since he drunkenly confessed his love for Burt. And although he told himself that he was going to talk to Burt once he had recovered from the hangover. But he hadn't… He wasn't sure if he was the one avoiding Burt or if Burt was the one avoiding him.

He knew it had to come up eventually. He spent the past few days talking and hanging out with Sammy, trying to make things seem normal for when he eventually stumbled upon Burt. Transition into a conversation he could use to talk to Burt about what happened. One thing is for sure, that was the last time he was drinking for a long time. Especially when Burt was nearby. At least he knew members of the clan were rooting for him.

Now, he was alone leaning on the railing of the ship, glancing down at the sea alone. He was still trying to think of what to say when he finally met Burt. Should he try to pretend his feelings weren't real and it was just the alcohol talking? He shook his head, he had a feeling Burt knew him well enough by now to tell what was real or not. But how should he explain his feelings then? How can things be the same anymore?

"Hey." Burt's voice was like a gunshot in the middle of a peaceful valley. Fredrick let out a shout as he glanced over.

"Oh thank goodness it's just you," Fredrick said, holding a hand to his heart as he took a breath, trying to make the rapid beating of his heart slow. It did after a moment, but only faintly. Burt just tilted his head, holding a cup of coffee close. Fredrick gave a small eye roll at that, glancing at the cup. "Let me guess, 4th one today?" He asked, getting a shrug from the man. "For real, you could find another drink."

"Nothing's as good as this, I told you that a million times," Burt said, rolling his eyes as he glanced to the side, taking a sip of the drink. Fredrick let out a small huff and glanced to the side as well, before sighing and shaking his head. Burt paused and glanced at him as if debating whether to leave or not. "I haven't seen you in the past few days," Burt said. "Not that I was looking for you, or anything. I figured you do that for me."

"Yes.." Fredrick let out an awkward chuckle as he glanced to the side. He had an idea he knew where this was heading. He still didn't have the words, despite needing them. He glanced at the ground and silently hoped Sammy came by and grabbed him. "I normally do, after all."

"If we're going to talk about how much coffee I have, we need to talk about how many drinks you had," Burt said, a small blushing forming on Fredrick's checks. He looked to the side as he tried to think of what to say, Burt couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. He didn't know he liked seeing Fredrick flustered this much. "Hey, I'm just saying. Don't be a.. uh, what's it called again. Hypocrite. I think that's the word."

"Yea… Listen, Burt. I’ve been needing to talk to you for a bit now. About what I said." Fredrick said, glancing to the side. Burt just nodded, waiting for what he was expecting to hear the past few days so they could move on. But Fredrick soon sighed and glanced at him, rubbing his arm like a small, shy child. "Listen… I would be lying if I tried to say those feelings weren't real. And I have a feeling you would've called me out if I tried."

"I mean, you called me handsome in Italian before you knew I spoke it before," Burt said, taking a small sip of his coffee. Fredrick got another blush, how could he forget that? "I honestly just thought I misheard you. I don't look good at all."

"Yes, you do!" Fredrick said, before covering his mouth as he realized what he said. He glanced around, and thankfully no one seemed to notice their conversation. Fredrick let out a sigh. The heat he felt in his cheeks might be enough to start melting his hat. Burt looked at him, blankly, if not a little confused. "Look, it's perfectly ok if you don't feel the same way. I don't want to make you feel like you have to feel something just because I do."

"Well. That's good to know." Burt said, letting out a sigh of relief. It wasn't like Fredrick could force him into a relationship anyway, that wasn't how these things worked. Although a part of him still felt… odd. He still needed to get his emotions in order. Part of him demanded to rest to tell him, but the rest didn't give in. "Not like you could make me anyway. I mean, I doubt that ghost has love spells or something."

"Yea…" Fredrick just sighed and shook his head. "Look. Can we still just be…chill?" He reaches his hand out a bit. "Just friends?" Fredrick asked. Burt could see a small bit of pain in the smile.

"I.. Guess we're at the point where I can admit we're friends," Burt said, giving the smallest smile as he took Fredrick's hand. But even that gave a sense of longing in him. He let go after a moment and Fredrick let out a sigh of relief. He must have been worried sick about it all since the incident at a bar. "You were that worried?" Burt asked, tilting his head. "You bought me coffee once, you shouldn't have to worry."

"Wasn't that a dine and dash?" Fredrick asked, Burt shushing as he gave a nod. Fredrick let out a sigh, both of their memories weren't perfect in places. He had a tensity to forget some people's names after all. He has gotten better over the years, but it was a small issue… not that it mattered at the moment. Fredrick glanced at Burt. "What are you planning to do once we get back to the orbital station, Burt?" He asked.

"Not sure. Probably just sit in my office and see if I can get Youtube to load." Burt stated, Fredrick gave a nod as Burt began to walk away. He seemed to pause after a moment, glancing over at him faintly. He gave a small eye roll. "Come on, you're going to follow me eventually anyway. It's not like either of us has much more to do."

"Yea… Remember when we found out J was in that painting thanks to Snatcher." Fredrick asked as he headed over.

"Never seen you drink that much coffee in your life." Burt chuckle. Fredrick shook his head, another blush forming on his cheek.

Eventually, the evening began to fall on the ship once again. Many people started to head back to the hotel-like area to get ready for the night. Some took the chance to enjoy some places now that fewer people were there. Some went to where the railings were and glanced out at the sunset as it slowly lowered down from the sky. The icebergs in the distance shape the sky, it almost seemed. Made it feel more special.

Burt and Fredrick happened to bump into Calla and Sven, and, since they didn't have anything better to do, joined them at the table they were at to speak. Well, mostly Fredrick and Burt just glance at his phone while adding the occasional comment to the conversation. He was paying attention, but he was also just scrolling through his pictures. He always swiped fast when one of Fredrick's came up before the man had a chance of seeing.

As they kept talking, Burt found himself feeling odd when he looked at Sven and Calla. Almost… jealous. He didn't know why. They were just a happy couple and he wasn't good enough for anyone who might want him.

"The sky does look beautiful tonight," Calla said as she glanced over at the sea, Burt glancing over. The sky was warm and the ocean was cool. At least from what he could see… He couldn't help but wonder what that full picture must look like… Would there be a day when he wouldn't be able to see the picture at all? "I wish I could get closer to it, the pictures only capture the memory so much." She sighed as she said that.

"Hey, some memories are best left forgotten, if they can be," Burt commented, placing his phone down and adjusting his hat. Calla glanced to the side at that, and Burt sighed. "Sorry. Didn't mean to sound rude." He stated, crossing his arms as he glanced over at Fredrick. He gave a small smile as he glanced back at the two in front of him. "So, Fredrick likes to let secrets out when drunk." He said, and he heard Fredrick place his hands against the table.

"Yea. Macbeth told me about it. Didn't say what you said though." Sven said, adjusting his sleeves as he looked down. Fredrick let out a sigh of relief. "Although If I had to guess, you admitted you had a crush on someone, didn't you?"

"W-Why is that the first thing that comes to your mind!" Fredrick said, but the blush on his cheeks gave it away. Burt let out a small chuckle as he shook his head a small bit. Fredrick glanced at him and Burt just shrugged. It wasn't like he was going to tell them. If he did, he might have to get into his feelings… "…Ok, fine, it was." Fredrick admitted, crossing his arms as Calla let out a small gasp.

"Who is it?!" Calla asked, lending against the table to get closer to Fredrick. Fredrick backed off a bit and Sven gently pulled her back with a sigh. Calla paused for a moment, then gave an awkward chuckle as she looked to the side. She adjusted her hat where it almost fell off from the sudden and quick movement. "Sorry. I just got curious. You don't need to tell us if you don't feel comfortable about it."

"Yea, ok," Fredrick said, letting out a small sigh of relief. "I’d rather not, at least not right now. It's complicated."

"Paperwork complicated," Sven said, rolling his eyes as he adjusted himself in his seat. Burt gave a small nod. He didn't have to do too much himself, but it was rare that the process wasn't annoying in some way or shape. Then again, that's partly because he needed to keep moving his head to fully read all those annoying little words. "So are a lot of things. It's hard for things not to be complicated."

"To be fair, here a lot of things are pretty simple," Fredrick said, pausing as he heard a small knock behind him. He turned to see one of those seals, moving around to push the cart in right away. He still was trying to process that seals were serving them, to be honest. You think after all this time on this planet he’d be used to stuff like this by now. "Then again, I suppose some things are complicated as well."

"Wonder what kinds of sports they have here that we don't have," Calla said. Fredrick glanced over at Burt, who paused mid-scroll. He turned off his phone and glanced up at her. There was some annoyance only Fredrick could see. "I mean, there's magic here. So magic sports?"

"Maybe there's a sport where someone can easily get their head blown off but no one minds because it's fun the other 99 percent of the time…" Burt mumbled as he glanced to the side. Fredrick let out a sigh and reach to place a hand on his shoulder, but Burt stood up before he had the chance. He grabbed his phone and glanced at the table. "It's clear I'm killing the mood. I'll go ahead and go." Burt stated, beginning to leave.

"Burt." Fredrick stood up and planned to follow him, but Burt turned to face him for a moment. Fredrick saw a conflicted look in his eyes for a moment, before turning and beginning to go, a bit quicker. Fredrick glanced back at those from the table, sighing as he sat back down. He glanced at the now empty chair. "Sorry about him," Fredrick said, glancing over at the two. "It's just… he's had a rough history involving sports."

"I mean, I suppose some can easily lose you a limb…" Calla said, glancing to the side. Sven mumbled something in Swedish as he wrapped an arm around Calla. Calla glanced at him and smiled. Fredrick gave a small smile back, before looking at the empty seat again with a small sigh. "So… How's it going to go now that he knows?"

"It… is that obvious isn't it?" Fredrick asked, getting a nod from Calla. Sven looked a little confused but Fredrick sighed. "I don't know. He says we're still good to be just friends. And I'm happy about that, I am!" Fredrick said, before sighing as he glanced out at the ocean. "But, at the same time… I wish we could be more. I just think maybe that could make us both happy… truly happy. You know?" He asked.

"I mean, he doesn't open up to anyone," Sven said. And Fredrick gave a nod. He didn't talk to many people outside of the parts of his work. Fredrick might be the only person he told a lot of things, now that he thought about it… A lot of it without, or with very minimal pushing from Fredrick. The man paused slightly. "Maybe you just need to get him a really good cup of coffee to start things out with."

"Is that the best you got?" Fredrick asked, Sven, shrugging as Calla let out a smile and giggled. Fredrick shook his head before letting out a small yawn, then glancing to the side. "I should go try to rest. Maybe in the morning, I'll have a clear head…" He said.

Calla and Sven both gave each other a knowing look as the man left. They had a feeling he could get through Burt's tough shell, somehow.

It had been about three hours later. Everyone was either getting ready to sleep or was asleep. Besides, maybe some night owls and the seal crew do some tasks. Fredrick didn't know why, but he felt Burt was somewhere around the ship as well. He just had a feeling Burt couldn't sleep… Maybe that's why he couldn't. He’d done everything he normally did to try and get to sleep early, but nothing worked. Ok… Maybe actually changing into nightwear might help.

He sighed as he got out of bed, went over to the sink nearby, and grabbed a glass. Maybe some water would help… Probably not. But he could try, just trying to think a bit. He glanced to the side as he drank the water he had. He always liked his personal space to just be his. That's why he did the whole cheese hat thing, to begin with, other than just fitting with his clan now. But somehow it felt more… lonely than it normally did.

He shook his head as he left the room, glancing down the railing of the hotel area as he tried to think of what to do. He thought he would be ok, but somehow he wasn't. And he didn't know why.

"I was perfectly fine with how things were before. Why can't I be now?" Fredrick asked himself quietly as he glanced at the ceiling above. He longs for the days when Burt was unaware. It made things feel more normal between them… but even then. Deep down there was always this longing for something more. Ever since he realized he had a crush on the man. "Oh, you're so, so hopeless Fredrick. What are you supposed to do now?"

"Fredrick, are you monologin' to yourself or somethin'." Right Hand Man called, Fredrick glancing over to see the cyborg popping out of his room a bit, head titled. Fredrick gave a nod, he wasn't sure what else he could give. "Take it today wasn't well?" He asked, getting just a sigh in return. The cyborg glanced in the room for a moment. "Reg! Is it ok if I let Fredrick come in for a bit?" He called inside the room.

"Yea!" Reginald's voice called, and Fredrick came over and walked into the room, a little awkwardly. Reginald gave him a worried look as the chief quickly pulled his gloves back on. "Are you alright? You look like you aren't doing so well."

"I'm fine Chief… Just in a mood he guessed… I guess." Fredrick shook his head as he sat down at the table nearby. Right Hand Man looked to Reginald, to which the man only tilted his head. Guess the chief wasn't in the know yet… Although that didn't bring much comfort. He appreciated Right not telling everyone though. "It's just… It's between me and Burt. I tried to get things back to normal after…" He glanced at Right Hand Man. "You know."

"'e confessed t'at 'e loved Burt w'ile drunk." Right Hand Man said, looking over at Reginald, who just gave a nod. Fredrick glanced to the side as he tried to think of what he could do next. Was there a way to just forget about what he did and allow himself to feel more normal between him and Burt? Maybe he could talk to Snatcher. "'ad to stay wit' 'im w’ile ‘e tried to recover durin' ‘is 'angover. I guess just talking didn't go well."

"No, it did," Fredrick said, glancing at the cyborg. "It's just… things don't feel normal between us now."

"Well-" Reginald started, but let out a small shout of surprise as all the lights suddenly went out. Right Hand Man walked over and flicked the light switch a few times, but nothing happened. He glanced over, his robotic red eye being the main source of light in the room. Reginald let out a sigh as he stood up. "The power must have gone out in our room. I'll be sure to let the captain know when I see him."

"What happened, I just got force-booted out of charging," Platinum called as he entered the room, his orange eyes joining Right Hand Man's red one as the only light source in the room. That was until Reginald pulled out his phone and turned the flashlight on, shining it around as he headed for the exit of the room. "Oh, hey Fredrick," Platinum said, the man giving a small smile and wave to the robotic teenager.

"Psst, hey." Snatcher's voice suddenly called, Reginald letting out a shout to turn the light and see the ghost coming up from the floor. Right Hand Man crossed his arms. "Uh, don't tell the captain, but Shadow Kid's spell might have hit something… and caused an outage."

"Your secret's safe with us.." Fredrick said, heading out to the railings again and glancing down. It was almost purely dark, even with the few candles that had been lit in case something like this happened. How the captain trusted those seals with candles when they could easily mess up stuff, he didn't know. "Almost looks like you're blind in… here…" Fredrick said, pausing as he processed the words.

Mr. Macbeth yawned as he came out of the room nearby, walking over to the group. "Snatcher, you shouldn't have encouraged your kid like that." He said while holding Alexsandera close, the dweller warping around his arm. Snatcher came out of the room and stuck his tongue out. The fellow ghost rolled his eyes before seeing Fredrick, hurriedly pulling out his phone. "Uh, Fredrick, are you alright?" He asked. "You don't normally-"

"Use your soul-tracking power." Fredrick suddenly demanded, glancing at the ghost. Snatcher tilted his head as Macbeth rolled his eyes. "Don't do that. Burt is somewhere in the dark and could be in danger!"

"Wait, is that something you can do?" Snatcher asked, getting a small nod from Macbeth as he began to focus. He didn't use this power too often because it took a lot out of him. But he supposed he was dead now so… He was only able to get so far though before the amounts of souls he sensed became a bit overwhelming and he had to shake his head. "You must teach me! I mean. I already have something kinda similar, but this is next level."

"I want some people to get through your woods alive, Snatcher." Mr. Macbeth said, rolling his eyes as he glanced down at Alexandra, who looked at him in a bit of worry. He lifted his arm a bit and allowed them to head to his neck and lay there. Then he turned his attention to Fredrick, who had begun to pace back and forth. "Was just barely able to sense him. Small room down in the ship, really small. Think it might-"

"Thank you goodbye!" Fredrick said, racing away. Or attempting to, since he almost immediately fell face-first on the floor. "Peck." He mumbled as he got up, and raced forward again. Macbeth just tilted his head to the side and glanced at the group, who seemed just as confused as him.

"And you guys say I'm the one who always falls on my face," Platinum commented to the others, before looking around with a sigh. "Hope Hydartic and Burt are ok…"

Somewhere between an hour to 30 minutes before the power would go out, Burt was walking along the lower levels of the cruise ship, trying to think. He tried to head to bed, but Fredrick enter his mind every time he got close to falling asleep. And he didn't want to dream of that man all night… maybe a part of him did. He didn't know, he just wanted to walk it off until all the coffee he drank earlier wore off and he could sleep. Maybe Fredrick had a small thing right about coffee…

Plus, after speaking with Watt for a bit, he was a little curious about how many hidden rooms on the cruise he could break into without anyone noticing. Surely he’d be fine. The seals of this place were so innocent that even if they caught him, they would likely say it was ok and let him go. So it was easy. Much safer 'crime' than that robbery he attempted with Fredrick, even if he enjoyed that more than he admits.

He glanced at the sky briefly as it seemed to get darker. Some clouds had begun to form. Didn't look dark enough to be storm clouds, but were dark enough to block out the stars.

"Huh, that's neat," Burt said, despite the fact it wasn't really. He supposed he just wanted to make sure of something… no that didn't make sense. Not much had happened since Fredrick… he shook his head as he walked forward, running his hand along the hallway's wall. Until he felt the faint marking of a door. He paused and looked over. "Bingo." He said and began to push it open, taking out his phone in case he needed its light.

He found himself in a gray hallway of sorts, looking like it hadn't been used in a while based on the spider webs around. Maybe they had it while building the ship and never found a use for it? Either way, there was something to explore now. He opened up one of the doors to the room nearby, heading in. It seems to be a dark room, the walls a very dark shade of gray you could almost consider it black. But the light from above shines in the room enough.

"Best not to waste all the battery on this," Burt commented as he turned off his phone's flashlight, and placed it in his pocket. He hummed as he glanced around the place. There were a few old shelves with books and papers, and some cracks in the wall. There was a metal pole in the middle of the room that he almost ran into. Would have if he didn't turn his head quick enough to see it. "If only I wasn't… No, that blends too much into the wall."

Maybe that's why it wasn't being used. Maybe some seal bumped into it and broke its head or something… Why did the image of that hurt him a bit to think about? Normally he couldn't care much. Were the seals that cute?

"I mean, I suppose I'm not immune to cuteness," Burt said, glancing to the side. He wanted to check out the other rooms, sure, but he wanted to stay here for a moment. See if he could get his thoughts figured out. He wouldn't have to if Fredrick just found a better guy already… But why did he have a feeling he only felt hurt when that happened… He shook his head. "You don't need him Burt, and he doesn't need you."

With that in mind, he glanced down at the floor with a nod. Enough with those dumb feelings. He’d say it to Fredrick's face if he had to… but that would just mean he admitted he had felt in the first place… He shook his head and grabbed it for a moment. He gave a sharp nod and a sharp turn to head out of the room… And felt a sharp pain as he ran right into the pole, hitting his good eye. He let out a shout as he fell back… and everything went black.

"Ow…" He mumbled as he slowly began to wake up, closing his eyes tight as they still felt sore from what happened. He reached for his head and adjusted his hat back into its proper position. Oh, if he knew he wouldn't get in trouble with the captain for sneaking around, he would have demanded he makes the pole brighter, or something.

Still having his eyes closed, he slowly sat up from where he was, reaching his hand in front of him to feel the pole before he bumped into it again. He let out a sigh as he slowly brought himself over to it, letting his head rest against it faintly as he tried to make the ache go away. He wasn't going to tell Fredrick about it. He'll complain all day about how he got hurt and how he needed to take better care of himself or something.

"It's not like there's much to care for either way," Burt said with a huff, rubbing his eyes a bit and then blindly pulling down the hair in front of the one again. He really should open them by now, keeping them close like this was just going to make them sting all once more. So, he let out a sigh and after a moment, they opened. "…Are they not open?" Burt asked, blinking. He felt his breath get shaky. "Again".

No matter how many times he closed and opened either of his eyes, nothing changed. It was pitch black, with no hint of light. He reached for his head, rubbing around and trying to push any hair away from his good eye, silently hoping that was it. That was all. He had black hair after all… But it wasn't. Nothing changed, even as he was eye wide in horror as he glanced around the room. He couldn't see anything.

"I-I can't be completely blind, not now," Burt said, his voice shivering as fear filled it. He shook his head, looking down to try and see himself. But he couldn't see anything, it was just pure black. He gulped as that confirmed it. He had gone blind. Completely blind. Like he always feared. He let out a sob as he grabbed his head. "No…NO NO NO! I didn't get a chance to be happy!" Burt said. "Please come back, p-please…"

But it didn't. And it never would, he realized. He found himself sobbing into his knees once he used his arms to pull them close enough. That's it. Sure, he found small bits of happiness before this happened, but he wasn't sure if he was ever truly happy. He knew he would never be now. Once the other members of the clan found out, he’d be kicked out. A small voice in the back of his head told him that wasn't true at all, but his fear outweighed it.

"You're so stupid Burt!" He said, slamming his hand against the ground so hard he might have broken it. Not that it would be of much use to him anymore anyway. Not when he didn't have anything to do. Not when he was, he paused as he shot his head up with a gasp. He was someone he didn't know! He was lost, completely hopeless, and lost!

"N-NO…NO NO! I don't want to die here!" Burt said, forcing himself onto his feet. A little too hard where he stumbled forward and hit his head against the wall faintly. He let out a whine as he grabbed it, sobbing at how completely useless he was. While he didn't know it, he found himself leaning against the door.

He buried himself into his knees again as he sobbed into them. Memories of his past flooded him. Back when his sight was perfect. Back when it wasn't but still usable. Back when he had some sort of purpose in his life… Back where Fredrick wanted to be with him, and he wanted to be too. But that small hope was gone now. Buried away. His only chance of true happiness is taken. Because he didn't take it.

He told himself he needed to get to the door eventually, not knowing he was against it. But how could he? He didn't even know what side of the room he was in, or if anyone would hear his screams for help. Or if they would even care… they wouldn't care. He always ruined their lives when around, why should they look for him when they didn't even know he was missing? They’d probably celebrate tomorrow while he was locked in here…

Suddenly there was a sound nearby. Footsteps. Burt let out a shout. He couldn't tell what they belonged to. They sounded like they had an echo, but an almost un-human one. He gulped as he buried himself more near the wall, hoping to blend in with it. Not that his jacket would make that easier. It was always a decently bright shade of yellow… Bright, something he would never know again. Not after tonight. He pulled his hair down in fear.

Suddenly, the wall beside him moved, and he almost fell. He heard a gasp, and he tried to stubble to his feet in the dark to get away, taking some gasps and sobs as he just couldn't. He was completely helpless like this, truly.

"Burt! It's ok, it's me. It's Fredrick!" The voice called, somehow sounding heavenly despite still having the sore tone it always had. Burt let out a gasp. He wasn't sure whether to be happy or upset Fredrick was the one who found him. He didn't have time to think, as he felt his hands being garbed and being brought up onto his feet. "It's ok, it's ok! You're fine." Fredrick said. "You didn’t go blind, you didn't!"

"Don't lie to me, Fredrick!" Burt shouted, letting out a sob as he heard Fredrick take a small step back. Fredrick then pulled him somewhere quickly, and Burt didn't have any time to react. Once he was finally let go, he just stood there shakily in place for a moment, gasping for air…. until a small light-filled part of his sight. "W-What.." Burt asked, shaking his head as he saw the phone screen through his hair. "I'm…"

"The power's just out. That's all." Fredrick said calmly. He reached for Burt's hair, pushing it out of both of his eyes. His green one, and his gray, blind one. Fredrick never saw it this clear before, he didn't think anyone in the clan had. He began to wipe the tears away. "You're not blind. Just in the wrong place at the wrong time.."

"I-I'm not… blind.." Burt repeated, shaking a moment to glance around and let his eye properly adjust to the dark. Of course, a single slam into a metal pole shouldn't have been enough to blind him. He was being ridiculous. He let out a sigh as he tried to calm down. He glanced at Fredrick and found himself blushing. "You… You don't have to do this." He said, glancing around to find Fredrick's hand and garbing it.

"I think you need to talk, Burt," Fredrick said. "I have never seen you that emotional before… and it wasn't in a good way," Fredrick said, pulling Burt down with him gently as he sat on the floor. Burt let out a small sigh as he glanced to the side. He was embarrassed. He wished the tears would stop running down his face. "I know it scared you. I know how much your remaining sight means to you, Burt. I do."

"You'll never truly understand, Fredrick," Burt said, watching as the man nodded. When Fredrick first found out about Burt being blind in one eye, being one of the few to know, he was surprised. Didn’t think it was as big of a deal… "Remember when I dared you to wear that eyepatch for a day?"

"Yea got your message across quickly." Fredrick chuckled. Fredrick had said how he could close his one eye and still have decently fine sight when he found out, like a stubborn jerk. So Burt said he would give him 100 bucks if he could make it through the day with a 'good' eyepatch on. He only made it to 9 am. Fredrick glanced to the side. "I'm sorry that ever happened to you. I know you started fine sight-wise."

"Ehh, you weren't one of the kids that gave me this," Burt said, pointing to his bad eye. He still had nightmares about that night. He didn't know the exact reasons the kids did it, but they beat him up in that dull, unvisited section of the park so badly that he lost sight in his eye. He was supposed to follow in his father's footsteps but now… "Sometimes I wonder if it's a good thing. I hated baseball."

"I thought you said before you started to hate it after you lost your sight in that eye," Fredrick asked, tilting his head. Burt nodded, he guessed some of his memories got mixed around during his panic attack. His father was well-known in baseball and he was supposed to be too… His father always blamed him for what happened to him. "I still wanna punch that jerk."

"That alone would get you a life sentence," Burt said with a small chuckle, shaking his head. He supposed that's why he started doing crime in the first place. When it was just making pirated copies of games and selling them for cheap on the street at first. His father must be loathing that he's part of the toppat clan, and he couldn't care less… "Why do you seem to care so much for me, of all people?"

"Because… Well for one I think we already establish one." Fredrick said as he looked at him. Burt gave a small nod, and Fredrick glanced to the side. "And… I don't know. There's just something… real about you. You're honest with yourself and others when no one else would dare to be. There's a reason you're head of communications." Fredrick said Burt was silent. "Plus, you're talented. I don't know anyone who can speak as many languages as you!"

"You're wrong about me being honest with myself," Burt said, glancing to the side. He hadn’t even noticed his hat had fallen off. Seem Fredrick's did too. He glanced at them both for a moment, and then at Fredrick. "I…I like you too Fredrick. I just… want you to have someone much better than me. I know you deserve it."

"…Well, isn't that what they say love is?" Fredrick asked after he recovered from the sudden shock. "Loving someone and wishing the best for them, not caring about who makes them happy as long as they are?" Burt thought about it for a moment, before giving a small nod. He then paused as Fredrick grabbed his hands again. "But I don't care if I deserve it. Because I want you Burt… And I think you deserve me too."

"I.." Burt hated how he felt tears begin to form in his eyes. But then Fredrick hummed. The man couldn't sing for the life of him, neither of them really could. But that simple, mostly three-note tone… Burt wiped his eyes as he glanced to the side faintly. He then glanced at Fredrick. He gave a gulp and then sighed. "Are you sure?" He asked. Getting a quick nod from the man. "Are you sure you won't regret this down the road?"

"Will you?" Fredrick said, and Burt's response was an immediate shaking of his head. Fredrick gave a small smile, before pausing as he stood up. "We should go ahead and head back… coffee in my room?"

"You just said the power's out., Burt stated, garbing his hat as he pulled his hair back in front of his blind eye, getting an awkward chuckle from the man.

As the two sat chatting in the dark, the light above suddenly flickered back on. As the two let out slight whines from the sudden light, the intercom came out. "Attention, this is your captain." The voice was holding back an annoyed yawn."For those of you awake while it was happening, the power outage has been solved. At this moment we are unsure what caused it, but our… electronics expert says it shouldn't happen again. We apologize for your inconvenience, thank you for being patient."

"Watt probably just told him that so the captain would shut up," Burt said, letting out a chuckle.

"Watt?" Fredrick asked, tilting his head.

"A squid in one of the lower rooms of the ship," Burt said, waving a dismissive hand… He paused as he glanced down at the table. Or at least the parts of the table his vision allows him to see. "So… If this whole thing works out, and we do become fully official… what then?"

Fredrick paused for a moment, glancing to the side. Not in a thinking kind of way, but in a way that said 'the answer should be clear.'

"I don't know," Fredrick said with a shrug, coming over to Burt, sitting across from him. "Get married. Be happy with each other. Always have someone with us in case things go south…" He chuckled. "Who knows, maybe take in a kid of our own someday."

"There's only one child I could see myself racing, and he doesn't exist," Burt said, plainly.

"Really?" Fredrick asked, getting a simple nod from Burt as the cheese-wearing man shook his head. "You are like that sometimes, aren't you?"

"Isn't this the way you like me?" Burt asked, tilting his head.

"Yea… Yea I suppose." Fredrick said, watching as Burt pulled out his phone and began to listen to something. After a moment, he got up and turned off a few of the lights, leaving just enough to still faintly see everything.

Burt mumbled under his voice. "I thrive in the shadows, untrusting of light…"

Fredrick's hand suddenly appeared in Burt's view. "Fai attenzione se ti unisci a me," Burt glanced at him as Fredrick smiled. "è solo per un morso."

"Those aren't the exact lyrics… Then again, I doubt I get them right either way." Burt watched as Fredrick rose a brow. He sighed as he grabbed his hand, standing up. Feeling a faint blush on his cheek. He glanced to the side. "Preferirei essere perso e solo. Perché gli amici non sono fatti per durare. Pensavo che finalmente mi conoscessi." He glanced at Fredrick "Ma hai incontrato solo la maschera."

Fredrick shook his head. "Bad è il mio sogno dove l'erba è abbastanza verde. Trasformato in un pascolo di pecore ipnotizzate. Li conterei-"

"Ma perché dovresti preoccuparti?" Burt asked, running his finger down the side of Fredrick's blushing face. He gave a small chuckle "Alla fine sono tutti destinati ad essere macellati…"

"Now you're the one messing up the lyrics. I know the song that well." Fredrick said.

"Hey. I never said I could sing in another language. I can't even sing normally…" Burt gave a smile as Fredrick let out a chuckle. He then glanced to the side and hold his hand tight. "If this works out… if we do end up sharing our story… please…" Burt's eyes almost seem to glow with the honesty of his request. "Don't drop me before our story ends… I wouldn't want to be alone again."

"I won't…" Fredrick glanced at Burt, placing a hand on his shoulder as he pulled him in. "I promise."

Neither knew who was the one to kiss first, but they didn't break it for what felt like a while.

When Burt finally did, he glanced at Fredrick and Fredrick glanced at Burt. Fredrick moved some of Burt's hair out of his eyes, and both working and blind looked like they had their lives in them. Then Burt chuckled. "Mentre chiudeva i miei occhi ricordami ancora una volta." Burt said, closing his eyes for a moment before glancing at Fredrick, his head tilting a bit. "Qual è la bugia del sognatore?"

Fredrick blushed a bit as he smiled. "Ogni incubo ha una fine."

Reginald let out a sigh as he landed back in his chair, looking at the paperwork on the desk. It's been two days since they got back from the cruise, not counting the day they got back since they got there at 11:40 at night. They all had spent the past day during vacation recovery, as Sven nicknamed it. Now, Reginald was trying to get back in the habit of working, they all had so much they needed to get done after all.

He hadn't heard from Fredrick or Burt the past few days. Reginald was half tempted to wait for them to get back that night on the cruise ship, but eventually, Righty came and got him back in bed to rest. He did see them the next day, and both seemed to be happy. They were sitting at a table, talking. It felt different from how they normally talked, however. There was a sense of figuring things out for them both at the time.

Either way, he was happy to see them both fine and well. He did faintly notice markings on Burt's face. Almost like he had been crying the night before. He hoped he was alright- He paused when a knock came on the door. "Come in!" He called, turning his chair around.

"Hey Chief, hope you don't mind," Burt said, coming in with Fredrick. Who had an oddly smug look on his face? Reginald glanced to the side, before noticing the stain around Burt's mouth. He saw the same type of stain all the time after Hattie had a cup of hot chocolate. That explains the smug look from Fredrick. "Don't ask," Burt stated. "But anyway, you said you were going through the room plans last we chatted, right?"

"Oh, yes," Reginald said, a little surprised Burt was paying that much attention since it was a small part of the conversation, and Burt was in the middle of something on his phone. He saw Burt and Fredrick glancing at each other. He couldn't help but give smile, recalling what was said before. He couldn't help himself. "So, did you two get things to normal… or maybe something more-" He stopped when he got a death glare from Burt.

"Easy Burt… the answer right now is maybe. We only started dating." Fredrick said but gave a glance to Burt. They have been dating for a long while, they just never noticed it till now. "Anyway.. we were hoping to test how we would do sharing a room."

"A little quick there, aren't you?" Reginald asked, giving a small chuckle as Burt crossed his arms. He glanced to the side. He still remembered when he and Righty first started sharing a room. The wonderful feeling of getting to see your love every morning and night… even if there were fights in the beginning. He turned his attention back to the two in front of them. "I can get that sorted for you two. Just give me a moment."

"That's all we needed to hear… man I hate how good this tastes…" Burt said after he took another sip of the hot chocolate, Fredrick giving a knowing smile. Burt glanced at him, reaching down and holding his hand while whispering something in Italian. That made Fredrick roll his eyes as Burt began to head out of the room. "See you, Chief," Burt called, passing Right Hand Man as the cyborg glanced at them for a moment.

"T'ey got toget'er, didn't they?" Right Hand Man asked once the door was closed, getting a nod from Reginald. "About time. Don't tell t'em but I 'ad a feelin' t'ey were goin' to fall for each other eventually."

"Them getting into a happy healthy relationship is now my top priority… in a way. The station still needs to be fixed after all." Reginald looked at the documents. "Now where did I put the roommate files?" He said, Right Hand Man barely holding in a chuckle.

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