#my signature is getting worse and worse hah

[simonsquest]

@monochromatictoad requested Gabriel Belmont. I hope you like it! :)

#i feel like i did not do him justice at all ack #castlevania #castlevania: lords of shadow #lords of shadow #castlevania: los #gabriel belmont #my art #my signature is getting worse and worse hah

[ellafushiguro]

“Not bad…” Chapter 2

(Links to: Prologue & Chapters 1, 3, 4, 5)

You didn’t bump into Hange on the way to the mess hall this morning. Huh, maybe she’s already there waiting for me. Oddly enough, she wasn’t there either. In fact, no one was. A completely empty dining hall, other than the cooks. You picked up a cookie and ate it on your way out.

Carrying your Captain’s morning tea in the usual tea tray, you knock on his office door. Nothing. You peep your head into, also, an empty office. Was there a meeting you weren’t notified about or something? You leave the tea on his desk, eager to investigate. It’s too quiet around here…

You run into Mikasa and Armin, on their way to see the medic. Finally, someone! “Hey guys, oh god, Armin what happened?” He looks up at you, holding onto Mikasa with one arm, the other holding an ice pack to the side of his cheek. “Goodmorning Lt” he groans, “oh yenno the usual… got my ass kicked hah… nothing too serious!” There was a training session today? Why weren’t you notified? “Ah I see, I didn’t know. I thought I was going crazy for a sec. I couldn’t find anybody.” You say, scratching the back of your neck. “Captain Levi didn’t tell you?” Mikasa asks. “It wasn’t on his calendar” you shrug. “Huh. But anyway, they’re all out back in the field. We’ll catch ya later.” Armin says with a soft smile. They give you a quick salute and went on their way. You had some documents that needed Levi’s signature ASAP. You make your way to the woods behind the castle.

You start to hear faint groans and the sound of sticks click clacking the closer you get to the training ground. You’ve never been back here before. You never really had a reason to. Making your way through the trees, bugs buzzing all around you, branches poking out at you in all directions, getting caught in your hair and one getting caught on your skirt. Ah shit. You try to pull it out, and while doing so, it ripped the side of your skirt creating a side slit. This is why you work in a frickin office!!!!! You’ve turned into such a mess while in this damn forest. Fuck it, you’re in too deep to turn back now. You’ll explain yourself later. You grumble under your breath.

You breathe a sigh of relief as you finally make it out, in one piece. You see all of the younger cadets spread out on the open field fighting, teaching each other, throwing each other, some even doing all kinds of kicks and flips trying to dodge hits. Ah, those were the days. You thought back to when you were once a cadet. For a 15 year old, you were a quick and eager learner and turned out to be an even greater fighter. But that was years ago. You’ve been working in administration since you were 18. You’ve been sidelined for the last 7 years. You haven’t picked up a sword or even thrown a punch ever since. You wonder if you still got it. I mean you’re only 25, it’s not like you’re old.

You search the crowd for Captain Levi. From across the field, you see him standing next to Commander Erwin, Hange, Miche, and Nanaba deep in conversation. You raise your arm up as high as you can, trying to wave him down and get his attention. But nothing. You can’t exactly go around the cadets since they were so spread out. It’s too early for this shit. You were running around the castle all morning, left out of the day's schedule, it’s hot, your legs are sweating in your leather boots, and you were almost just devoured by the damn forest. Your good mood has quickly turned sour, and just keeps getting worse by the minute standing here in this heat. I just need him to sign these damn papers. All this shit just for some frickin documents! But they’re important ones… and they need to be mailed out by lunchtime… so you suck it up. You make your way towards the middle of the crowd, feeling yourself get worked up. The deeper you get into the crowd, the more dusts of dirt fly around into the air, making it a little hard to see. You use your hand to try and fan it from your face, but through the dust someone grabs your hand and throws you down. “What the hell! It’s me, Lt L/N!” I guess they didn’t hear you because whoever it was, wasn’t finished with you. You roll yourself away from them and bump into someone else who grabs your arm and lifts you up, finally someone coming to my rescue, you thought, only to see a fist flying toward you. You quickly dodge the punch leaning to the right, fuck this I’ve had enough! You clench your right hand into a fist and swing, knocking whoever it was to the ground. Damn that felt good. You felt something awaken inside of you. You turn around to start walking again but was met with the same thing… again… and again… and again. Blind with rage, you blacked out.

Once the dust had cleared, you found yourself standing a bit further away from where you last remembered, which was the middle of the field. Panting, you looked down at your hands. Knuckles bruised and bleeding. Your clothes were covered in dirt with a bit of blood that for sure wasn’t yours, the top two buttons on your blouse finally gave up and is now showing more of your chest, and the slit on your skirt from earlier was torn even higher exposing your whole right thigh. Surprisingly your satchel was still hanging around your neck. What the… Then it hit you. You blacked out. This has happened before... You look around the field only to see half of the cadets knocked out, and the other half groaning in pain. “Oi, Y/N.” You looked up and locked eyes with Captain Levi from where he was standing with the others. You turned to look at Commander Erwin, who had a look of satisfaction on his face. Hange, eyes practically popping out of her glasses. Miche and Nanaba, trying to hold back their amusement. The skin in between Levi’s eyebrows scrunched together. You dust yourself off and exhaustedly walk over to him, pulling out a pen and the documents. “I need you to sign these sir.” He looks down at the papers in your shaking hands, and then back up at you. His heart skipped a beat. Our dear Captain Levi was speechless. A rare occurrence. And the others noticed too.

She’s a fuckin mess. A beautiful… goddamn mess…

Yeeesh, he looks like he wants to rip my head off…

“I’ve been wondering when I’d finally be able to see you in action Lt L/N.” Commander Erwin finally speaks up.

“Not bad.”

#leviackerman #levi in love #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman fanfic #levi #levi x tea #levi blushing #levi fluff #levi x reader #levi aot #levi attack on titan #captain levi #levi heichou #levi ackerman #aot levi #aot levi ackerman #levi ackerman x female reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you

[synthleeius]

Tickletober day 1 - anticipation

hi omg. i absolutely hate this but i wanna try and to tickletober this year since ive never done it before and it feels weird if i dont do the 1st one so ☹️☹️ and just know its 2am and im tired but i wanted to get this done so if its shit literally jusy dont read it

pairing; lee!reader x ler!venti

Venti huffed, letting his hands rest on his hips. He had been looking for his hat everywhere, but to no avail. And he swore he left it riigghhtt on his lamp before he went to bed last night! How strage..

“Windblume!” He called out from his doorway, before beginning to make his way to your room in the teapot you two shared. “Have you seen my–”

He couldn't help but smile when he saw the same hat he turned his room upside down for, sitting lopsided on your head. He moved to stand in front of your sitting figure, then spoke; “My hat, love?”

“Huh?– oh! Yeah, I borrowed it.” You replied, looking up at your beloved with a casual expression. You didn't think he would really mind when you did take it.. but in your defence, he was asleep! And you were going to return it.. eventually.

“..Oh come on, here.” You rolled your eyes lovingly when you saw the stern look on his face, crossing his arms over his chest and looking down on you. “Better?” You asked after had taken the hat off of your own head and placed it onto his, just the way he liked it.

“Almost,” He said with an innocent looking smirk, (well.. innocent enough.) taking the book you were previously reading and placing it to the side. “Just one more thing you can do. Yknow, to make it up to me!”

“And that is..?” You asked, your attention fully on the bard in front of you now. “Stay still, is all. Surely you can manage that, my beloved~” He said in a dragged out tone, moving to push you down onto your bed, a singular hand of his holding both of yours above your head.

“..Venti? What are yo– no.”

“And that's what I would've said if you had asked to try my hat on!” He huffed, lowering his free hand to the side of your torso.

You jerked your body away, a soft squeak leaving your lips. “hah– I didn't think yohou’d mind! I swear!” In all honesty, you knew if you had asked he would've said yes anyways.. What a dramatic little bard you had.

“Oh, now you're laughing at me are you?” The bard in question spoke in a ‘stern’ tone, “Now I really have to get you~” His signature giggle filled the air, looking up at your flushed face to make sure your eyes weren't on him, but his fingers instead.

He let his fingertips rise near your ribs, resulting in another jerk away and a gasp on your side. “Come on, this is ridiculous. I didnt even do ahanyth– can you stop doing that already?!”

You huffed the words out when his nails wiggled towards your stomach, slowly dropping down until they were inches away from the skin. Only then would he pull back, returning to his previous position above. “What? Does it tickle, windblume~?” He questioned with a genuine tone, but that shit-eating smirk on his face told you he knew what he was doing.

“No, I'm just laughing because I feel like it. Yes, it fucking- ohokay ohokay! I'm sorry! God, somebody's sensitive..” You began to return the sarcasm, before he simply tilted his head and moved his hand to rest on your inner bicep. “Uhuh, that's what I thought, my love. Now.. where was I?”

You slightly regret the words you spoke that made him switch to a different spot, because this was arguably worse. He was repeating the same spidering motion, directly above your underarms. Your senses set off, causing you to lean back into the bed and attempt to tug your arms down to cover the sensitive area.

“Bad spot?” He asked, “By how much your giggling, I think it iiiss~”

You simply whined in response, rolling your eyes away from his hand and turning your head to the side to try and get rid of the tingling sensation. Though, it didn't help much. His hand being blocked from your view did not block out the slight graze every few seconds, maybe even made the feeling worse. “You're the worst.”

“Yknow what else is the worst?” He said in a sigh, tilting his head away from you in a fake thinking look. As he did, his hand suddenly squeezed onto your sides, causing electricity to shoot into your nerves. “Waking up and looking for your hat, only to find out a special somebody took it after spending 10 minutes trying to find it!”

“Ohohonly 10 mihinutes? Yohour just inpatient!” You giggled out, his movements causing your body to reflectivity twist away from him. “Yeah, and I'm not the one pinned down right now. Maybe you should learn to watch your tone, my love~”

“Maybe yohou shou- fuhuhuck, ohokay! Ihi give, juhust stohop!” You couldn't help but give up when he began to scribble his fingers along your stomach, causing him to laugh at your quick efforts to escape the feeling.

“Mm.. fine, fine~ Just one last thing though..” He let his grip off of your wrists, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as he did. “If you’ll allow me, of course.”

You slowly quickly moved your arms to the sides before he got anymore ideas, letting out soft breathy giggles and turning to look at him again. "Hah.. your already here, aren't you? ..Fine, make it quick."

He didnt respond in words, but rather by hiking your shirt up to your upper waist and sliding his hands down to your hips. While pressing his thumbs gently into the skin as small circle, he leant down to press a soft kiss to the middle of your stomach.

“Ah.. yohour so sappy, Venti.” You responded with a soft gasp and giggle, not being able to help the small shuffles your body involuntarily did after. “I know I am.. But you looovee it~”

He spoke his words into the skin of your torso, only making it all the more worse for you. He let out a soft giggle, before looking up at you. “Okay, okay.. Actual last thing. You ready, windblume~?”

You couldn't suppress the giddly smile that formed on your lips, nodding before letting your head fall back onto the blanket. “Yeheah..”

You listened to him take in a deep breath, before pushing his lips into your stomach and blowing a raspberry directly in the middle.

"AHahah- aharcons, yohour hohorrible!" You whined out, shoving his hands off of your hips and turning onto your side.

"Mm, the archons have heard your complaints love.." He said in a played on uninterested tone, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Now, I trust you'll be getting ready? After all, were going out to Mondstadt.."

"..Ugh, yeah.." You groaned, moving to return the kiss on his cheek. "I will.."

#tickletober2023 #lee!reader #lee reader #ler!venti #ler venti #genshin impact tickles #genshin impact tickle #genshin tickles #genshin tickle #tickle fic #augtickletober2023 #syns stuff

[sunnydayroleplay]

How does jack react if his sunshine got murdered by an unknown killer?

Oh yes, angst hour. My favorite time of day where I have all the power in the world to end this story. And to make it worse, it's gonna be your birthday. I don't care if it is or not, it is now. You've picked the wrong headcannon. Suffer the consequences.

This fic includes: Murder, Weapons such as: Guns, Mentions of being tortured, Blood/Gore but it's not heavily described. Viewer/Reader: Desecration is advised, if you do not feel comfortable with any of these topics or as you read, please do not feel compelled to finish, and just click on another post :)

It was all over the news. Specifically in your area. Not that you would know, but what are you gonna do? You've been murdered. You went to work like any other day, Jack didn't go surprisingly but you thought he had something planned so you didn't argue against it. The sky was just brightly blue, the sun slowly crept to flaunt it's rays, the birds sang their song while you were in the one and the only Popov's Big Top Yogurtopiaaa! It was not as fun as you were paid to make it be. You sat around, just waiting for the time to go a little bit faster so you could clock out and head out. But, instead of walking to your car and happily reclining in the drivers seat, your mouth was covered, and you tried everything you could but you didn't make it. The details aren't exactly sunshine's and rainbows. To spare the gruesome aspect of it all, you were taken into a random strangers home, where you were beaten, tortured, grabbed on, cut, and your death sure as hell wasn't swift. You remember your final moments living, as the unknown person pulled your swinging head by your hair, With such precision, the unknown monster grabbed a revolver from their holster, and aimed it in between your seeping eyes. Despite all your screams and begs of mercy, the being cocked the gun, and shot you cold. Your blood and brain matter splattered all over the floor like a Picasso painting. Except there was no signature, and this wasn't a one of the kind artwork. Your lifeless body was dragged out of the chair it sat in, and shoved into a series of bags, soon into the back of a gray car. Your body rolled back and forth in the trunk through every stop, speed-bump until your own designated drop off was made. It wasn't long until your slowly decomposing body was found at the side of a high-way. Police cars swarmed your body, the lights flashing from miles away. A bag being brought out to put you in for further examination. All your family and loved ones were notified, and soon was Jack. Jack found out by turning the TV on accident while vacuuming the living room. He picked up the remote only to drop it again. The words coming out of it making him quake. "There has been a body spotted by a couple near South 123, the body is yet to be confirmed, but Police believe it's the body of [Age] year old [Gender}, [Your name]. More details are yet to be published."

"N-No...s-sunshine..This can't be real, it can't. NO! I WON'T BELIEVE IT!"

Jack was stunned. From what he planned, you were going to come home safely, with a nice birthday cake made just by him and a gift. Instead, your gift was your own demise. He was pissed. Angry. Who took his sunshine's light, and where were they now? Sure, you could just report him to the police, have him arrested, right? Hah! No. Jack wanted revenge. He needed it. The...monster that did this must go. They got to die. They have to suffer just like how they made you. There's no if's, and's about it. He won't rest until they were found. "You..I'm gonna get you..!! You're going to get it! I-I'l find you! You'll pay for what you've done!" At least you got what you wanted. For time to pass by faster. It's been years since your death. Your ghost hasn't yet developed enough to say hello to your beautiful love, Jack. But enough with that. Your beautiful love still didn't stop for nothing. The cunt who took your life was still there living theirs. And after all those years, he finally figured out who. He figured out who took the life of his darling, and he was more ecstatic than he was with you. Smiling innocently, he took a knife he kept with him ever since your death arose on the news. He kept an array of items from you or of yours ever since your death to have something to keep him going. The knife he bit it horizontally within his teeth, he went over to the nearest T.V, crawling from the outside and into it, walking around a mass explosion of darkness and entrances. Walking around the darkness he spotted your killer. His laugh was frivolous when he saw him. Without hesitation he made his way into his entrance and slowly but surely made his way out of the killers screen. The person backed away in a hurry, yet that's the only thing going to be hurried in this case. "So, we finally meet. Such a shame it'll be only time we will." "P-Please! I'm sorry, I-I didn't mea-" "You didn't mean too?! Hah! You're a funny guy, you didn't mean to brutally torture them, you didn't mean to shoot them, you didn't mean to dump their body! It was all an accident I'm sure!" "I..Wh-Wait! We can talk about this, ahah...!" "You've had enough time to talk." Jack had enough time waiting, he wanted to finish what he came for and that was it. No time for small talk that was going to be pointless in the end. He pulled them so close that he could just hear the blood pumping inside their body. As the blood gushed out the moment he jammed the knife into their body, he repeatedly stabbed them, he gouged their eyes out, he cut down their limbs one by one in front of a mirror so that that could see the body horror that was happening to them. And the best part? "Man found dead in his home. His own insides found hanging from wall to wall. Police have no leads."

#jacktor #sdj jack #sdj jacktor #sdj joseph #sunny day jack #swwsdj #somethings wrong with sunny day jack #sunny day jack roleplay #sunny day jack joseph

[clanofjones]

Ghosts of Our Days: Chapter Ten

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Chapter Ten: Sleep is Not Listed in the Plan of Casey Jones

Casey's POV

It took several more hours and the police on the ground below them for Raph to get Casey off the rooftop and guide his ass back to the apartment. Of course, his first stop once inside was the ice box, but with his newest discovery, it felt strange. Which Raph should he kiss now? ‘Cause he could totally kiss both. 

Both sounded good. Both was good. 

Unfortunately for him, Raph had other plans, which included pushing Casey away from the ice box and onto the couch before asking him gently to lie down. 

"No." 

Raph's POV

"Casey, please-" 

"I WANT THE ICE BOX." 

"I'm right here, Case, you've got me-" 

"I want the FUCKIN' ICE BOX, GODDAMNIT!" A fresh wave of tears down his face reminded Raph of the now very unrecognizable paint job he'd done on Casey's face. It needed to come off for his safety, whether he liked it or not. 

"Ya' need to at least take that shit off." 

"What?" 

"If ya' won't sleep like a normal person, at least just wash the paint off in the sink." Casey looked mortified. 

"No way in HELL am I taking thi' off!!" 

"Your face is gonna get worse if you don't!" 

"DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE 'BOUT MY FACE? ALL I CARE ABOUT IS YOU!!" More tears, falling down his face like a waterfall, making things worse just like Raph feared, but he had a solution. 

"I've been teachin' myself to hold things while you were gone." 

"What?" That was really Casey's favorite word that morning. 

"I'm learnin' how to touch and hold things, Case. I can hold a brush now for like, a minute, if I really try." Casey looked hopeful, his eyes bright and his paint crinkling into a smile. 

"YOU CAN DO PAINT AGAIN?!?" 

"Yeah, babe, I can do paint again!" 

"THEN WE NEED TO GO BUY SOME! I've got money I stole from the Foot punks! LOTS OF IT!" 

That was great and all, but Casey needed sleep before he went out on another adventure into the city. He'd just gotten home after hours of crying on a rooftop! Raph was surprised that he even had any more tears in him, let alone energy, but that's just the benefit of Casey Jones: unlimited energy and lots of repressed emotional trauma. 

"No, Case. Not right now." 

His smile faltered. "Why not?" 

"You need to wash the paint off and sleep. No buts." 

"Bu-" Raph cut Casey off with a hard stare. "FINE. But I'm not sleepin' on the couch and no way in hell am I showin' my face, so you get the mask tonight." 

Raph sighed. "I don't care what I get as long as you're healthy and safe. You know that, right?" Casey knew that extremely well, but would he admit that out loud? No way in hell. 

"Whatever." 

"Case." 

"I said whatever." 

"Casey!" 

"FINE! I know. Just leave me 'lone! Now, I gotta go take this thing off. Thanks lot." 

He did not sound thrilled in the slightest, so Raph got up and walked over to the window in the opposite corner of the apartment, as far away from the sink that Casey had limped to. He heard the sound of water running and Casey's many creative curses, so he was clearly doing what Raph asked. Yeah, he felt bad for making Casey take the paint off, but it wasn't healthy for his body and Raph could try again! 

For now, he'd make Casey buy cream at the store to keep his face nice, and then once he looked better, he could take off the mask and don his signature paint all he wanted. Casey came back a few minutes later, standing by Raph with his mask firmly on his face. 

"Better?" He snarked. 

"Yeah, much better. Now my boyfriend doesn't have crusty shit all over his face." 

"Hey, that was YOUR 'crusty shit', asshole, I was wearing it for YOU!" 

"Well, don't. You're gonna get acne and nobody fucking wants that." 

"All I want is you next to me and that ugly, horny motherfucker DEAD." 

Raph couldn’t keep himself from laughing. "Hah! You said horny!" 

"Shut up, peabrain!" 

"Crustface!" 

"'Least I got a face!" 

"Douchebag!" 

"Asshole!" 

"Love you." 

There was a moment of pause. "...Love ya too, Raphie. I really do." 

"I know." He leaned his head against Casey's mask, trying to keep it so he didn't fall and go right through Casey's body. "Now go the fuck to bed or I'll find a way to unplug that damn freezer." 

He could see Casey's horrified expression even with the mask on. "You WOULDN'T!"

"Oh, I would. Bed. Now." 

Casey's POV

"God, you sound like Leo. Whatever you say, Raphie." He muttered sarcastically, stalking over to the freezer, kissing Raph's slowly decaying corpse goodnight, and crawling on top of it, curling into his usual position. 

After weeks of adapting, his body was finally getting used to the temperature and texture of sleeping on cold, hard metal. Casey didn't care what Raph said, he was still going to do things his way. He needed that security, that sense of normalcy. Especially after finding out that his dead boyfriend is now a ghost that only he can see. What a day. 

Five Months Earlier 

Casey Jones just needed a break. Between not trying to flunk classes, daily hockey practice, vigilante patrol, and the problem that was Arnold Jones, he was just about ready to crash on his couch and call it a day. 

Provided that the couch wasn't occupied by said problem Arnold Jones, which it most likely was. Before he could get home, however, his T-Phone started to ring. If it was anyone other than Raph, he would've smashed the phone on the sidewalk and run over it with his Heelys. 

"Hey, Raphie..." 

"Case! You okay? You don't sound so hot." For once, Raph seemed to be in a good mood. 

"I'm always hot, Raphie, I'm just tired." 

Raph rolled his eyes, letting out a soft groan. "Not too tired for jokes?" 

"That's all I've got for today." 

"Uh-huh. Sure. Anyways, I wondered, since today's a slow day, if you wanted to come over and watch Space Heroes with me?" 

That was an offer Casey Jones couldn't refuse. He was at the lair in three minutes, tossing his shut aside and practically running towards the couch where Raphael was waiting for him. ,

"Woah! Slow down, Casey, I'm not goin' anywhere!" 

"Missed... my boyfriend..." Casey mumbled into Raph's shoulder. 

The turtle softened. "Missed ya too, Case." 

And for a while, they sat there, filling their brains with mind-numbing cartoons until Raph seemed to feel that Casey was asleep, or at least relaxed enough that he felt asleep. Turning off the TV, Raph picked Casey up bridal style and carried him to their shared room, setting him down on the bed as softly as possible. 

As it happened, Casey Jones was not asleep, in fact, he was far from it. It wasn’t often that he let himself take trips into his mind, preferring not to think too deeply most of the time cause it was just too much work. It also meant thinking about topics that he was scared about, like his father, his mother, and his own identity. 

The last one was the thought currently eating away at his remaining brain cells, the one he wished would just go away. It all started with Angel's tea parties.

His little sister, ever the perfectionist, insisted that everyone who participated in her tea parties had to wear a skirt or a dress. She wasn’t picky about which. Casey didn't mind that at all, in fact, the part that scared him most was that he liked it.

He liked dressing up like a girl, acting like a girl, being a girl. Casey Jones was a boy, he knew that he'd always been a boy and that was fine by him, but he'd recently discovered that maybe he was okay being a girl too. 

So, at night, in the comfort of his room, when Arnold was fast asleep in front of the TV, he put on that tea party skirt and called himself she instead of he, and as stupid as he felt, he loved it. Casey Jones loved being a girl. 

He was obviously scared to tell Raph given that Raph was Raph. Tough, manly, acted like he was too good for Angel's tea parties even though he secretly loved them. 

Not that Casey knew that part. Raph was his boyfriend, but even mutant turtles living in the New York Sewers could judge things. He figured he might as well try, and if it went south he could ignore his feelings, bottle them up again, and be the completely normal, trauma-free Casey Jones! 

Right? Yeah, that would have to do. 

"Hey, Raphie?" Raph jumped, not realizing Casey was still awake. 

"Holy SHIT, Case! You almost gave me a heart attack!" 

"Some ninja you are." 

"Shut up." Casey went quiet. 

"Raph? 

"Yeah, Case?" "Can I tell you somethin'?" 

"Sure."

Casey paused for a minute, then shook his head. "Wait..I...Um... never mind." 

Raph's brow furrowed, and he put a hand on the back of his boyfriend's head, stroking his hair softly. "You sure?" 

It was killing him, he couldn't keep it in any longer. Raph would still love him, right? Casey took a deep breath in, and blurted out: "I wanna be your boyfriend but I wanna be your girlfriend too!!" 

Raph's POV

Raph blinked, trying to process what he heard. 

"You wanna be my boyfriend and my girlfriend?" 

"Yeah..." 

"So... are you a girl now too?" He asked curiously, not wanting to upset his lover. Casey looked terrified and Raph could feel him shaking the entire bed from nervousness. 

"Yeah..." He nodded. 

Raph smiled, placing a kiss on his girlfriend's head. "That's pretty cool, Case." 

Casey was shocked, to say the least. "Really? You're.... you're not mad?" 

"Why would I be mad? Now I have a girlfriend and a boyfriend all in one person! That's awesome!" 

Casey felt like she was about to explode from the happiness, kicking her legs and letting out a loud cackle. "YES!" 

"So.... are you... still Casey, or-" 

"Yup! Still good ol' Casey Jones! But now I'm a girl too!" 

"So do I... call you a boy, or, um... how do I-" 

"You can call me a boy, girl, he, she, whatever! Just don't call me late for hockey practice!" 

Raphael could now state with confidence that he had the most annoying boyfriend and girlfriend on the entire planet. 

"So, do you wanna tell anyone else or just... keep it between us?" 

Casey thought it over for a minute. "Ya think your brothers are gonna be like you were?" 

"They should. We're mutant turtles, we're used to people reacting to us weird. But ya know Donnie will probably tease you 'bout it." 

"Eh. I don't care what he does, he's pretty wimpy at insults. Nothin' like you, babe!" 

Raph chuckled, remembering all the times in battle that he'd thrown some killer insult, and heard Casey laugh in the distance. At least somebody liked his jabs! "Thanks, Case. Ya know I love ya, right?" 

"You gettin' soft on me, Raphie?" 

"Only for my girl." Casey blushed bright red, biting his lip and burying her head in Raph's shoulder. 

"FUCK, why does that feel so nice-" 

"Now who's gettin' soft?" 

"Shut up, douchebag, I didn't know bein' a girl would be this nice!" 

"But it feels good?" He sure didn't get it, but if it made Casey happy, then he would do whatever it took to make sure she stayed that way. "It feels AWESOME. Like, like there's been a part of me missing for years and you just gave it to me with one fuckin' WORD." 

That's what it felt like to Casey? Raph calling him a girl was that important? He'd never felt like a part of him was missing after he found Casey, Casey was the missing piece, as corny as that sounded to him. He would ask her more questions later, but for now, he was going to enjoy this time alone with his lover before the Foot attacked again or some random goon tried to threaten the city. They both deserved a well-earned break and a nice cuddle session after everything they'd been through together. 

Not that the aforementioned cuddle session could lay to rest Raph’s own thoughts and worries. Moments of levity, whenever he, Casey, and the others weren’t facing mortal danger in one way or another, were few and far between, which made relaxing a feat only achievable by someone like Mikey, who Raph was sure was down a brain cell or two or ten. 

Casey, for all her virtues, contrary to what Donnie seemed to be holding fast to, didn’t really relax anymore, and Raph had noticed.

Between school, patrolling, spending time with Raph, hockey, staying an active figure in her sister’s life, maintaining enough energy to deal with his dad, and probably devoting some time to thinking extensively about the whole gender thing, sleep, and relaxation were both about as frequent as a blue moon. 

Which was probably why the vigilante was out in record time, snoring lightly as all the tension finally left his body in the way only sleep could do. If Raph held him a little tighter, it's not like anyone could prove it – not even Donnie.

The temperature of the lair was never really finite and pretty dependent on the temperature topside, and as they had quickly figured out, thermostats hadn’t been super high on Donnie’s list of fixes since the Kraang and the Foot had taken notice of them.

Because of that, Raph curled in a little closer, running a three-fingered hand through Casey’s hair. It was a little difficult, given how tall Casey was (and no, dickwad, Raph wasn’t short, everyone else except for Mikey and Leo was unfairly tall as fuck), but he managed, inching up so their heads were level with each other. It was also a useful position if Casey leveled a kick at him because then Raph was in a position to kick back as a gag reflex. 

“G’night, Case,” he whispered, and Casey nuzzled in a little closer, and Raph felt her breath hitch against him momentarily before leveling out. 

By now, he’d long perfected the art of sneaking Casey back into his room, sometimes seeing his little sister, and the little squirt would always promise not to breathe a word of it to anybody else, least of all their father.

Most importantly, he was able to sneak Casey into her room without waking said lover, which really was the kicker, given that most days, when Casey was without his corpse paint, he looked metaphorically dead on his feet. This effect was especially heightened on the days when he had his corpse paint, the poor girl actually looking dead on his feet. 

He kept a careful eye on a small radio with an analog clock, the numbers flicking to the early, ungodly hours of the morning, the sweet spot where that god-awful douchebag Arnold Jones would be asleep, or at least so far gone that he likely wouldn’t register a ninja sneaking his son in through the window. And if he did, then there was a good chance it wouldn’t occur to him to inspect the room until Raph was long gone. Of course, there was a minuscule chance that Arnold would catch them, and in that case, Raph and Casey would snatch up Angel and get the hell out of there. If Arnold Jones had a few broken bones to speak of – that was, assuming he’d be able to speak – then it wouldn't be Raph, Casey, or Angel’s problem. 

Raph blinked the lingering thoughts away, despite how much he wanted to let the thoughts persist. 

Performing the difficult task of situating Casey in his arms without waking him, he peered over his girlfriend as he made his way to an exit. 

Jumping across roofs with minimal difficulty, Raph picked out the Jones apartment. Honestly, the place looked like shit, but according to Casey, it had always looked like that.

As Raph touched down on his target roof, he slowed as a particularly hard draft of wind blew in their faces. They had figured out early in the game that the two combined forces would sometimes wake Casey, and Raph believed that Casey deserved any and all of the limited sleep she could get. 

He took them down the rickety stairs that lead into a small balcony, and balanced himself on the railing, finding his center of gravity, before he leaped onto a window ledge, which had been graciously left ajar. Raph ducked into the room and dumped his partner on the bed in one corner of the room. 

“Sleep tight, Case.” The vigilante let out an odd snoring noise like someone had plugged his nose in the middle of the process so that it sounded more like a ‘snurf’ than anything else. 

Raph helped himself to a brief snort at the sound, and for a second, let himself just exist there. 

He took in Casey’s room – the numerous hockey posters and equipment littered around the walls, a mess of school textbooks that spilled out of a broken school bag, a spinny chair in front of a desk that held the remnants of a rotting meal composed of something that smelled fit for an actual turtle. Raph couldn’t help the scrunching of his face that accompanied the aroma of it. 

Raph took the largest blanket from an asymmetrical pile adjacent to the foot of Casey’s bed and brought it over her. 

“You’d be a mess without me, Jones,” Raph muttered as he turned back to the window, allowing a genuine smile to cross his face before closing it behind him and leaping from the railing into the night.

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A/N: Plan 10, bitches!! If you're going to tell me that Casey was being cis at ALL in that episode, then we're gonna have some problems /j

I feel you, Casey, gender's hard.

But yeah, this chapter was really fun to write! Oz and I hope you enjoyed!

#TMNT 2012 #Ghosts of Our Days #2012 raph #casey jones #angel jones #arnold jones

[dr-ground-zero]

Missing your scent

(thought i’d try again at writng fanfiction, and you know how much i love V!deku. so why not try again.)  You weren’t too worried about him when he left, he said he’d be fine to go out. He was just a little sniffly and had a little bit of a cough. Besides he’s strong, he can handle himself! As the daylight faded the rain clouds rolled in, and up hoped he would be home soon.

When he did come home it was almost 1 AM, it usually never takes him this long. You were asleep when the villain stalked in lugging his bag trying to keep from waking you. He wasn’t quiet enough.

“HEERRRSSSHFF!” that sneeze came out as a surprise to both of you, he sucked in a breath hoping you wouldn’t stir, but you did. His glowing eyes dart to your frame as he watched you shift on the couch. Your eyes flutter open and catch glimpses of the taller frame standing above you. You realize your boyfriend is finally home and get to your feet quickly.

“Oh my god, your home! Finally!” You exclaimed hugging Deku. You noticed how soaked his clothes were, his hair wetly sticking to his face. The smell of rain was outweighed by the smell of blood. You looked over and saw his hunting bag, blood staining the base of it. YOu honestly didn’t care for the smell of blood, it was a little nauseating but you knew that for the cannibal it was something he craved. You did take note that the hungry look that your lover usually had after a hunt wasn’t there.

It was more tired than anything, he looked worse than he did before he left.

“Sorry bmy darling, I did’t bmean you wake you.” He says softly with congestion muddling his voice as he wrapped his arms around your smaller build. You shook your head and smiled sweetly at him. 

“N-no I fell asleep waiting for you to come back”  He lets out that signature laugh he does when he finds something you’ve done to be cute. Though he’s interrupted by his bad-sounding cough that makes your flinch, when he regains his composure he comments.

“Oh bmy darling, were you worried for bme?” You blush when he brings this up. “How cute~”

His lips leave a kiss on your forehead, you take note of the fact they felt warmer than usual. You see how pale his face has gotten, the pinkish hue on his cheeks and nose. His nose is twitching quite a bit not to mention the constantly sniffling. You feel his arms tense around you, one hand leaves your waist and fishes quickly into his pockets.

Pulling away from you he’s gasping sharply, his eyes get hazy and the glow of them dims. His mouth opens and you can see all of the sharp canines in his mouth. His nose twitched more and more, finally, he found was he was looking for as his chest pushed against his wet shirt.

Bringing a red cloth up to his face just in time to catch the sneezes that tumbled out of him.

“HEERRRSSSHFF! HEERRRSSSHFF!! HEERRRSSSHMMFF!”  The triplet of sneezes startled you, even while muffled they still had volume. Izuku let out a few sniffles before just blowing his nose. You weren’t disgusted by the sound or anything, you just held a look of concern for the villain. 

“Sorry it took bme so long to get hobe” He apologized after wiping his nose and stuffing the red handkerchief into his pockets. 

“I got a bit lost durig bmy trip, bmy dnose is too stuffed up to smell my way around properly so i got a little lost with my prey. Also the r-raid bm-bmah made it h-hah” You could tell he was about to sneeze again, you kept your space and watched onced again as more sneezes growled through his body. His shoulders hiked up, his lips in a snarl, nose scrunched up, and eyes shut tight when the fit came. 

“HEERRRSSSHFF! HEERRRSSSHFF! HEHHH! HEERRRSSSHFF!” 

Poor thing sounded horrible.

#sorry its not much #s!ckV/deku x reader #non kink blogs don't interact #i'll try and add more if I don't hate it

[fantasydaydreamers]

Welllll

We really are getting Kirishima Real Thing this week... Sooo. Here to drop off some thoughts.

Imagine if Kirishima finds out that you were once into Bakugo before him. You had his shirts, magazines, signature from some shitty meet and greet. Even worse, you bought a knock off vibrator with HIS DAMN FACE ON IT. His ego is a little bruised, but you reassure him that he makes you cum way harder.

Kiri is still sulking by the time he makes it to the agency. It just happens that Bakubro was his patrol partner today. He assumed the calm patrol, quiet neighborhood, and time to ponder what his morning discoveries, causes the next sentence to fall out of his mouth.

"What gives you so much sex appeal?"

"What?"

"You heard me. How do you have so many girls waiting flocking all over you?"

"Shitty Hair, it's easy when they're all desperate."

"For you..."

"Why'd you bring it up anyway? Your girl wants a piece too?"

"...What if she did?"

"Oh god. She's a whore for Ground Zero's dick?" Kirishima glared at his friend. Bakugo had a smug grin on his face.

"No, bro. She used to like you. It's just bugging me that she- nevermind."

"What? She bought my dildo too? Hah, still remember that mine had a bigger head," laughed Bakugo.

"Yeah, so what if she did? I can make her cum way faster," Kirishima groaned in return.

"You don't know that. She's never fucked me. But let me tell you, I've never got a single complaint from my hook ups," Katsuki shrugged. The pro hero looked over to gauge his best-friend's reaction. The man appeared to be thinking. "Tell ya what, Shitty Hair. We'll never know the answer unless we see what she says."

hmm.... interesting 🤔 I can't tell if this is your prediction of Kirishima's Story or you're own imagine🤔

(if it's a prediction I suggest re-reading The Real Thing and remember how the best friend reacts around kiri...bc you're the best friend now)

but this is a temmpttinnggggg threesome fic. like... DAMN. you mean they're gonna take TURNS?!?! they want a REVIEW?!?!?

#thats actually kinda funny #rating them💀 #ask miss fantasy

[nyd-needs-cuddles]

Emperor’s New Clothes

Finders keepers, losers weepers!

When Sanji is wed, the Strawhats are too little, too late.

They come upon bloody bodies stuck on tables and chairs, all looking similar to their beloved Cook sans a large man with the only defining feature of blonde hair. They’re all barely alive, clinging to air for how knows long. Chopper is immediately upon them, panicked but steady, shouting instructions over Pedro and Brook’s direction as Carrot tries not to puke with Nami helping her out.

Luffy stands in front of the altar, quiet but not for long.

“Nami,” he says, without looking away at the place where Sanji had been forcefully thrust upon some random girl. He knows he likes women—loves them, even. But this place is a cage hidden with sweets and food that Luffy would never glance at, and Luffy should know (he nearly lost a brother to a similar, golden cage—). “Where?”

Nami stops from where she’s rubbing circles on the Mink’s back, sees the steel line on Luffy’s—no, her Captain’s shoulders and feels a comforting weight settle on her like a protective blanket, and she understands. She may not have Zoro’s innate understanding, nor Robin’s intelligent observations, or Ussop’s easy camaraderie, but she’s his Navigator. She’s the one who guids his anger and let him loose.

It isn’t raining, and there is no Aqua Laguna to run away from, but a nakama is missing (taken away from their home—) and if she has to set the World Government Flag on fire, she will.

“Follow me,” she answers, and knows it’s true.

(They’d give up their lives for him, but knows it’s harder to come back after turning him away)

—

Sanji is found in a small cottage, asleep and with a girl—his bride, but she looked no older than Shirahoshi—who cries and attempts to kill them with a grin on her face.

Luffy bats her away, then breaks the pistol and knife on her grasp. Face devoid of any joy, he asks, “Are you going to hurt him?”

Speechless, she doesn’t speak. But Luffy’s eyes tell stories when he doesn’t have the patience to, and she tears up as she nods, “For as long as I live.”

Nodding, and deeming her sincere, Luffy walks up to his Cook’s slumbering form and sets his hat on his chest without a word.

Exiting the safe haven amidst a cake-frosted wonderland, Strawhat Luffy leaves for war.

—

Katakuri sees the man in front of him, thin but whipcord strength hidden underneath his fancy clothes, a fedora atop where a strawhat should be.

He sees, then, still only for a moment, but what he has yet to hear staggers him.

“Move, I have no reason to fight you.”

It takes him a few beats before he realizes that Luffy had spoken in the present, and he can’t help the confused, “What?” Even as he already knows his answer, which was more baffling than the first one.

“Pigtails would cry, and she likes Sanji so I won’t make her sad,” was his simple reply. It was dumbfounding. “So move. I don’t wanna fight you.”

“And why should I?” He finds himself asking, and feels the breath knocked out of him when he gets an answer.

“I have business with Big Mom.”

—

Jinbei sets down the red cup, no fear whatsoever, for he knows his Captain will be the Future Pirate King. A mere Emperor should not faze him.

Then he comes, decked in red and black, his signature item gone but Jinbei isn’t worried. Luffy-kun is calm, eerily so, and it reminds him starkly of his desperate run towards his brother.

But this is different. This time, Sanji-kun is somewhere safe with a protector by his side, and Luffy is not alone.

“Oi,” he says, unheeding the others’ murmurs and incredulous stares. “You’re the one who took my Cook, right?” His brows furrow. “And you made Fishman Island your territory. You’re doing a pretty sucky job at it.”

“Oh? Aren’t you that pesky rookie who claimed Fishman Island as your own?” Big Mom sneers, haughty and confident in her powers. Around them, her children stir in unease, but refuse to show weakness. “Come here to prostrate yourself? Hah! As if I’d let you live.”

Then, in a rare occurence of seriousness, Luffy-kun’s face is shadowed as he shoots back, “I should be the one saying that to you.” And then he’s a blur of rage.

Big Mom meets his haki-coated fist with one of her own, the collision an explosion of wills that sends majority of those present flying, and Jinbei watches in awe even as he struggles to stand.

This... is a fight between Conquerors.

He sees one of Big Mom’s children—a little girl, who looked severely displeased—try to hit Luffy-kun woth her weapon, and he sends a stream of caramel towards her. Shifting into his favored stance, Jinbei faces the children of the soon-to-be defeated Emperor and introduces himself, palm up, “I am Jinbei of the Strawhat Pirates, and I shall be your opponent! Let’s not bother them, yes?”

—

They’re still fighting.

Pedro knows what Strawhat is doing is risky, knows that they still need to get to Wano, but Strawhat is still fighting and he’s losing.

“Pedro!” Nami yells, secure with the fact that they’ve gotten a copy of the Red Poneglyph. “We need to go! We’ll just get caught up in the crossfire at this rate!”

“But your captain—“

“Luffy will be fine!” She interrupts, and smiles. It’s not without worry, but filled with faith. Not blind faith of someone who worships gods, but one that has seen happenings people would call miracles when it was merely a kind and brave act of a human soul. “He’s gonna be the nest Pirate King, remember?” She winks, and Pedro...

Pedro remembers watching the Pirate King’s execution, remembers the rain against his fur and his sword slipping out of his paws.

Then he remembers all that they had done—infiltrated Tottoland, stole a copy of a Red Poneglyph, allied with another Worst Generation Rookie, successfully retrieved their crewmate—and lets himself hope that the sun will shine again, and bring about a new dawn.

Perhaps, after this, he’ll see his home bright and happy (truly happy) once this is done.

—

Luffy unlocks Snakeman, but it’s not enough.

He knows he’s not strong yet, knows there’s a reason Torao became his friend before going after Kaido, but Sanji was hurt and his family nearly got killes and Sanji—his kind, sweet Cook with a bleeding heart and kicks as hard as steel—would forever blame himself if he didn’t do anything about it.

Sanji is strong, but not as strong as he is. And Luffy is the Captain, so it’s his turn to help him.

Once more concentrating on his haki, he stores up all the helplessness at Sanji being taken away (yet another failure, what kind of captain is he?), the fury (how dare they steal Sanji’s freedom!?), the sorrow (oh, he’ll be sad. He’’ll cry. Luffy can’t let that happen), the glee (he’s safe he’s here he’s whole he won’t die like Ace—) and glares down at Big Mom, huffing and puffing and the flames on her hair dying. The cloud was taken by Nami, so he won’t have to worry about that. He’s rubber, anyway.

He recalls Katakuri’s resigned admittance, the way he’d said, “I can’t leave my family.”

It sounded like—(“Leave them. If I come back with you, leave them.”)

It doesn’t matter now. He’ll beat up Big Mom, make Crybaby-Hoshi’s home safe, and take back the Mochi-bastard with them to Wano. He’ll like the donuts Sanji’ll make.

Decision made, he jumps and meets Big Mom head-on and, this time, it’ll be the last time.

—

When it happened, nobody knew except those in Tottoland had any idea what was going on (not even those who watched it with their own eyes could dream to describe it).

It starts like a thunderclap, but silent. An abrupt hush all over the world, enveloping everything within, and left all wondering but largely unafraid.

Only one can put it into words, but that was only because he’d lived through it before.

Rayleigh looked up not at the sky, but the sea in the horizon, and mused, “Took you long enough,” as he drank a glass of whiskey.

Roger’s had been more like a roar, a threat and a promise all wrapped in one.

“Let’s turn the world upside-down,” he said. And he did. Oh, how well he did.

But Luffy’s was different. A declaration of war, a simple fact with no room for arguement:

“Mine.”

And Rayleigh can’t help but laugh, for the boy who only wanted freedom and adventure, will be the one who conquered all.

—

He couldn’t believe it. Mama, Mama was—

Dynasty decapitated—

Oven looked at where Mama’s body had flown, sinking into the depths of the sea she loved so. Strawhat Luffy was barely standing, but the sight that he was, that Mama was the one who wasn’t—

“I told you, didn’t I?” He heard, and saw the other Strawhats emerge from where they were hiding on their ship. The busty gingerhead was smiling smugly at a jaw-dropped Pedro, Zeus (coward traitor that he was) cowering behind her shoulder.

—you just might see a ghost tonight.

“Luffy!” The racoon(?) yelled, worry in his features and pale, “You’re injured—heck, you’re worse than any physical dismemberment I’ve seen in my life! And let me tell, you, Doctorine made sure of that!”

“Luffy-san!” The skeleton yohohoho’ed, but the grip he had on his guitar was, well, bone-white. “Come, let us come home! Our nakama is waiting for us!”

Groggily, Strawhat lifts his head up, gaze blurry and almost catatonic. If he moves now, he could—

“Don’t,” Oven gaped at his triplet, and barely has a second to understand what he meant before Strawhta speaks up, voice shaky but with a command that said, Listen.

“You...” he whispers, coarsely. “This place... and Fish...’n Island...”

Oven knew what he was about to say, but nothing prepared for him to be pinned down by a stare heavier than gravity itself,

“They’re mine now.”

Then Katakuri flinches, seeing something with his advanced sight as he chokes out a, What!? And then he realizes Strawhat wasn’t done. Not yet.

Finger pointed solely on his big brother—their Katakuri, Luffy announces, “Him too.”

There’s a stillness, like the whole world was holding in its breath. And then—

“I can’t,” Katakuri answers, and he looks so sad and small that Oven can’t believe he’ve never seen this. Never seen the longing and sheer want that Katakuri’s gaze held as he watched Strawhat fight and breathe like he was God’s Word come to life. “I—“

“I...” he pants, but his eyes are determined—the same determination that brought Mama down with his fists and pure spite. “...are you happy?”

Katakuri doesn’t answer. It was enough.

“Go,” Oven murmurs, and Katakuri looks so shocked that his heart clenched. Had they really been so blind to their brother’s woes? “Join him. Call us sometimes.”

Daifuku claps his shoulder, and Smoothie nods. Amande takes out her cigar, and Annana is too young but smiles supportively nevertheless. Katakuri watches his family wait for him, and feels tears pool his eyes.

Brulee pushes him, only able to move him because he was idle, and she tears up as she says, “Be free, brother.”

You’ve done so much for us, let us return your love.

“It’s not goodbye,” Daifuku says. “It never is.”

Throughout it all, Strawhat is patient, and the rest of his crew don’t move. Though the racoon seemed to be a second away from sprinting on land and dragging Katakuri back himself.

Swallowing, Katakuri approaches Straw—no, his Captain, and kneels. Not in deference, but to meet him eye to eye.

Slowly, he unravels his scarf, and despite the horrified intakes of breaths, all the Charlotte Siblings had eyes on were Luffy.

And he doesn’t disappoint (not like Mama—Big Mom)

“Huh, cool teeth...” he grins, tired but so full of warmth even Oven feels safe looking at it. What more to Katakuri who’s been accepted without a second thought? “Like... Barto’s... you guys should... meet...”

“Of course,” Katakuri says, and it sounds like a vow, like I’ll follow you beyond death.

Oven doesn’t blame him.

“From now henceforth,” Smoothie suddenly breaks the atmosphere. All look, expect for Luffy who is carried by Katakuri as if it was the most natural thing to do in the world. Maybe it was, maybe it is. “The Big Mom Pirates are now underneath the Strawhats’ Flag. Any opposition?”

None, save for Luffy’s dismayed groan of, There is no Strawhat Grand Fleet!

Scattered laughter erupts, and Katakuri looks more relaxed than Oven has ever seen him just by being with Luffy, and feels more glad of his decision.

And so Katakuri carries Luffy back home to their ship, with Jinbei and the Sun Pirates following, and Oven feels content.

—

Sanji can’t face him, doesn’t even dare to look at his—at Luffy, the strawhat a heavy reminder of what he left behind, of what he’d done.

“I can’t be the Pirate King without you!”

“Sanji,” Luffy starts, and Sanji can’t hold back his sobs. How could he, when the floor he’s looking at is the welcome sight of Sunny’s wonderful kitchen, when he’s away from that hellhole (and his blood family was alive, by the gods—), when standing before him was a Messiah that refused to be known as anythinh other than simply Luffy.

But he lifts his head up still, meets unfathomable dark eyes, and as they soften with a knowing look, Sanji—

Sanji breaks.

It’s messy, a loud keen tearing from his abused throat. His wrists are free and he still has his hands, his Captain is kissing them like they’re pure gold itself, and he’s wrapped in an embrace like nothing can touch him and he knows it’s true. Knows that, for him—useless, unwanted failure of Germa 66. Simple East Blue cook with a debt never (could never be) repaid and skirt-chaser. Vinsmoke Sanji. Blackleg Sanji. Strawhat Sanji—Luffy would break heaven and raise unimaginable hell. For anyone he considers as nakama—

For anyone he loves and Sanji can’t—

“I’m sorry,” it’s weak, nothing compared to the feeling of his Captain’s face smashed against his shoe, and he wants to cut his legs off—“I—I wanna go home.” I wanna go home with you.

I wanna go to the sea with you.

I—

“Silly Sanji,” he shishishi’s, and it sounds like forgiveness he doesn’t deserve. Curved crescents and a blinding grin. “You’re already home. We’re in the Sunny, remember?”

Welcome home.

Sanji laughs, hysterical and so full of relief. And then Luffy’s—his Captain, by god—dragging him out to the deck to meet “Mochi-bastard, he loves donuts!”, and it doesn’t matter that Nami had slapped him when she’s hugging him so tearfully like he’d slip through her fingers, doesn’t matter that he lied to Chopper when he’s clinging on his leg with insults spewing out, doesn’t matter that Brook was a skeleton when he shakes and rattles as he holds him close—

Because Sanji... Sanji’s finally home.

I wanna give All Blue to you, my Captain.

—

Torao looks at the way Blackleg-ya had a piece of Mugiwara-ya’s yukata on his hand, like a child that could get lost in a crowd. He looks at the unmistakeable forms of the Former Warlord Jinbei-ya’s “First Son of the Sea”, and Charlotte Katakuri “Dogtooth” having brunch with a three-eyed woman. He looks at Roronoa-ya’s unsurprised and exasperatedly fond look and just. Throws his hands up in the air and walks away.

He’s not paid enough to deal with this shit.

—

Shanks takes one look at the newspaper the News Coo gave him and spits out his drink.

“Capt’n?” Yassop asked, early-riser that he is. “What’s—“ he stops, and Shanks feels his shoulders shake.

There, bold in and huge, were the words printed for the world to know, “Big Mom, Defeated! Strawhat Luffy Is Crowned Emperor of the Seas!” And “Fishman Island and Tottoland, Flies the Strawhats’ Flags!”

Shanks finally guffaws, loud and like his old Captain’s, and he yells to the bastards he called nakama, “See this? Anchor’s an Emperor now! Just like your Captain! DAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“What,” is Benn’s first words in the morning. Yassop is still looking at the newspaper as if it could answer the questions of the universe. “He just brought down Joker, can’t that brat take a rest for us old folk?”

“Nope!” Lucky Roux beams, drumstick at hand. “It’s how we met him, remember?” And Shanks does. He really, truly does. Just like how he ran up on the dock of his West Blue island home and yelled at Roger to take him in.

Feeling for the phantom of a strawhat loved and dear, Shanks faces the sea and hollers, “All hands on deck! Set a course, my fellow bastards!”

“Where to, Captain?” Benn asks, but his grey eyes already know.

Gleefully, he screams an announcement of his own:

I’m taking back the crown! I’m all dressed up and naked!

“Wano! I wanna see Anchor plummet Kaido to the ground!”

I see what’s mine and take it!

“Make way for the King.”

#one shot #one piece one shot #nyd writes #bday gift from me to me #one piece #monkey d. luffy #monkey d luffy #au #whole cake island #whole cake island arc #katakuri and pudding joins the strawhats #good charlotte siblings #except for flamoe #fuck her

[snuggetfish]

I love your thoughts on Majima so much! He’s such a fun and interesting character to analyze and I’d like to ask what your general headcanons of him are? Like, just about any headcanon that comes to mind

Aaah thanks so much anon, it makes me fuzzy inside to know people like reading these sometimes really rambly replies! 💙 Headcanon-wise, ohhh, I’ve got a good few, but below are the first ones that come to mind. I’ve split them up roughly by topic, hopefully they’re easier to read this way!

Outfit

It always seemed to me that Majima’s environmentalism was a bit at odds with his signature look. Leather pants, leather gloves, snakeskin jacket, that’s a hell of an animal cruelty combo right there... so I think they’d actually all be fake. Majima may be flashy, but he’s not a hypocrite and with how many clothes he ruins by getting into fights, I don’t think he’d want to continuously sink cash into the leather industry. 

Though, that’s not to say his fashion would look or feel cheap! Whoever his tailor is, I bet they’re being paid well to source high quality, realistic looking leather and snake imitations.

Diet 

While we’re on this topic, I’d like to think Majima had a phase where he tried going vegetarian, after reading up on the ecological effects of animal farming. But here, he finds he can’t be as principled as with clothing, because the beef bowl cravings get too strong sometimes and the boys are noticeably crankier without their usual family barbecues... So he’d give up on the idea eventually. He's not a saint, he’s gotta have some indulgences. 

Love life 

Other things yakuza are known to indulge in: the sex trade (or “water trade” in Japan I suppose). I mean, they run a good amount of these businesses, makes sense that they’d visit them too, right? But I think, for Majima, hostess clubs would hold too many bittersweet memories and, generally, he wouldn’t enjoy being buttered up. Simulated love and empty words for a price... a hostess won’t be nearly as sincere with him—an obviously loaded customer—as the Sunshine girls were with their manager, so why bother? If it’s just gonna be two clowns putting on a show for each other... 

Frustration and distracting thoughts might push him to go to a soapland or brothel, but those visits are about as frequent as his one-night stands, which is to say: rare. His body has needs, but they mostly serve to remind him of the needs of his heart, which are so much harder to fill...

Pastimes 

So how does Maijma spend his spare moments then? Batting cages, of course, but also watching TV in his apartment, playing zombie shooters or just about any game that can help pass the time. When he’s alone, I think a lot of his habits are carried over from his days in Sotenbori, whether he realizes it or not. Thus...

Smoking 

He’s likely got an ashtray in every room, since his addiction manifests all the worse when he’s at home. He usually remembers to open the window first, but on particularly bad nights, he’d be no stranger to smoking in bed or on the bathroom floor. 

I think he didn’t use to smoke much as a young adult (19-20), but after his days in the Hole, it’s a way to cope with trauma and mounting stress. The habit only really ramped up when 23-year-old Majima realized that the more cigarettes he burns through, the less hungry he feels and the more money he can save for Sagawa’s monthly payment.... Grooming 

His apartment is sparsely furnished and looks barely lived in, probably because it is. You also won’t find him in lounge clothes too often, even the eye patch stays on almost 24/7. It’s so much a part of him now, that he occasionally forgets to take it off in the shower. But let me just say this: he’s no slob. Majima has had more than his fair share of living in squalor, while he was still in the Hole... People joke about him being greasy, but I really don’t think he could stand the feeling of being dirty. Though speaking of, I think he’d prefer showers over baths. Less idle time for the painful thoughts to creep in. The only way he’d start warming up to the idea of a nice soak every night is... if he maybe had a partner who’d gently wash his hair and back, to ease the day’s tension... or if there was a little munchkin all too eager to have him play sea monster to their fleet of rubber duckies. Would at least one of the duckies have a little eye patch scribbled on it in sharpie? Well, who’s to say... 😌

Just like his apartment, I think he would himself smell of cigarettes, but always mixed with something almost... citrus-y. Muted and a little bitter, like bergamot, from the cologne he wears on days where he needs to dress presentably. Though if you also happen to catch a note of vanilla on him... well, that’s likely a hint that Goromi’s been out on the town. (´~ ω •`) 

Skills 

Last but not least, a slightly unrelated headcanon: Majima’s surprisingly good with numbers and equations. Not because he’s received a great education (though he is definitely the kind of guy who succeeds in almost anything he applies himself to, it’s just that he rarely does) but because being in charge of The Grand’s bookkeeping, night after night for two years, has taught him skills that are not so easily forgotten. However, it’s not something he brags about, so the first few times it’ll definitely come as a shock to his subordinates. He’ll be given a balance sheet or a contract to sign and Nishida assumes his eye will just glaze over and he’ll throw the papers back at his face, but instead Majima spots a calculation error within a minute of looking at it. Then he gives Nishida an earful about paying more attention to these things... then he throws the papers back, yeah.

And because I can’t help myself on the Majidad headcanons: of course this means he’s on duty for helping his kid with their math homework. 

Whew, this ended up as a big wall of text, sorry! Guess you can tell Majima occupies my thoughts a lot more than he probably should hah... It’s fun to share these though! Thank you so much for the ask! 💙💙💙

#majima goro #goro maijma #yakuza headcanons #anon asks #answered #you ask for Maji headcanons brain go brrrr

[some-dr-writings]

Shuichi, Kokichi, Kaito and Kiibo’s crush tries to wake them up, but accidentally naps with them instead

Shuichi Saihara:

·       You groaned, lifting your head off the table. Looking at your phone you found it was about three thirty. You lightly pat your cheeks and face, trying to wake yourself up. You barely had enough time to finish this project as it was, you could not afford to lose a moment to sleep. You looked down to your notebook, the scribble you had scratched down giving you a throbbing headache. “Sorry Saihara. W-what did I miss?”

·       … You got no response.

·       “Saihara?” You tried rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes, looking up to finding your partner was asleep on the floor beside the table.

·       You sighed, slipping out of your seat. “C’mon sleepy head.” You kneeled down beside him, placing your hand on his arm, gently rocking him. “We need to get back to work.” A gigantic yawn escaped you. You couldn’t even stay on your feet, opting to lay next to Shuichi, still rocking his shoulder.

·       …

·       … As Shuichi woke up, he was confused as to what was on his face.

·       A paper?

·       It was a note stating that if you were asleep, to please wake you up so you both could get back to work.

·       Asleep?... Work?...

·       He abruptly sat up realizing he had fallen asleep as you were working. “Y/N I’m so-… Y/N?” He looked to where you were sitting, finding you were not there. He almost panicked before his gaze landed beside himself, where you were sound asleep. He stared at you for a moment, the cogs in his mind slowly turning before a furious blush exploded on his face. It was silly, but the mere thought of sleeping beside you sent his heart racing.

·       He took a moment to compose himself before waking you up. As you couldn’t help but notice how Shuichi would occasionally blush and how in those moments he’d look in any direction away from you. Though confused, you decided to leave that be, getting the project done was more important.

    Kokichi Oma:

·       “Oma!... Hey, Oma! Where are you!?” You sighed in frustration. Were you really just forced into a game of hide and seek? “Oma! Just come out here! Please… I’m REALLY not in the mood for any of your shenanigans right now.” It was evening and the campus was giant. You just wanted to eat dinner and go to sleep, but knowing Kokichi, if you ate without him he’d ‘punish’ you for ditching eating with your lovable dictator, with a day filled with nothing but pranks. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world but eating dinner with Kokichi to avoid that wasn’t so bad. He was a good friend; albeit clingy at times.

·       You searched around for any sign, uproarious laughter, perhaps a scream or the boy’s signature troublesome Nishishis. Maybe even Kirumi or some staff at the school cleaning up some giant mess. Yet you found nothing, no matter where you looked. Every classroom, every hall, every closet, every lab, every field, you found no sign of the supreme leader anywhere.

·       Tired and hungry after having ran around for so long you leaned against a wall, sliding down against it till you were sitting. A cool breeze rolled past, catching your eye as it shifted the grass, lines of tiny bright reflections of that deep orange setting sun racing across the ground. Well… even if you would up getting endlessly pranked for skipping out on dinner, this view of the empty field was well worth it. Simply gorgeous with those rays harshly cast against the mountains, trees, and buildings off in the distance. You watched for a while, letting yourself get lost in it.

·       But then. As the wind picked up, you heard something. In looking for it, you found that unmistakable checkered infinity scarf Kokichi always insisted on wearing with his school uniform in a tree. You quickly climbed up finding Kokichi asleep amongst the branches, slightly shivering with chattering teeth, the strange sound you heard. “Hey, Oma. It’s dinn- AAH!” Somehow you were pulled onto the branches with such a strong, viper like grip the air was knocked out of you momentarily. Next thing you knew Kokichi was curled up atop you, hugging you tightly as he nuzzled into you. “Well… I guess this is my life now.”

·       …

·       With a loud yawn and a stretch, Kokichi sat up. It was rather dark out, nightfall. Perfect, he successfully avoided curfew so he could set up his prank in the gym. Though his hiding place in the tree was notably much more comfortable and soft than he had recalled. Then he suddenly realized why that was. He was very confused as to how you had gotten yourself into the position of being his pillow, but he simply shrugged his shoulders, sure you’d tell him later. Instead he laid back down, quietly snickering, giddy out of his mind.

·       He decided to stay asleep and set up that prank some other night as he snuggled into you, his smile absolutely beaming.

    Kaito Momota:

·       You loved your body. You always worked out, exercise, ate healthy, and rested well. You never found any of this to be a chore, it was always fun for you. Pushing past your limits to see if you could get any better. It was like you were always challenging yourself, always in a competition and you were determined to always come out on top, to be the best! It was for those exact reasons Kaito admired you.

·       The moment after meeting you he practically insisted you be friends and train together. As much as you liked the guy, he infuriated you to no end. HE ALWAYS SKIPPED OUT ON TRAINING! He could be so much better, but he never tried! The few times he did, he actually gave you a run for your money, but it was only on the most rare of occasions he’d put in enough effort to do so. Why was he like this you wondered. It was just so dumb. You could not see why anyone would not want to keep pushing themselves if they were that good!

·       The testing period was coming around, and you! Were! Ecstatic! You could always motivate yourself but getting the opportunity to show off how much you improved!! This was the best! And since Kaito was being tested too, you got to train with him when he was going all out and it was amazing! You’d both challenge one another helping one another push the other to keep going even when you wanted to stop and rest.

·       One night you decided to do push-ups and see who could do more. You were so focused on yourself you weren’t keeping track of how Kaito was doing. Though you did know that neither of you was going to last for too long, given you had been challenging one another like this all day so you were rather exhausted.

·       After some time you lost count, and quickly after you collapsed, unable to push up any more. Out of breath you rolled onto your back, finding Kaito was out of breath, laying against the ground. “Heh, l-lost count. How, how many you got?” “Uh… don’know.” “Rematch tomorrow?” “Yeah! And let’s get Makiroll and Shuichi to join.” “Hah, I, I think they’d just end up keeping count for us!” Kaito rolled onto his back, landing right next to you.

·       Watching the stars, you lightly chatted, feeling that sleepiness slowly but surely taking hold of our mind. You tried telling Kaito that you should hit the showers and get to bed, since staying out in the cold, covered in sweat would likely get you guys sick. But neither of you were up for moving and you’d also get so absorbed in listening to Kaito speak of his dreams and space and you’d end up forgetting all about that.

·       …

·       Kaito slowly awoke, greeted to the brilliant sight of the rising sun. For a moment he was thinking of challenging you to running some laps when he realized that he was seeing the sun rise, he was not in his dorm. He also realized he held someone in his arms. You, the very person he was just thinking about… As he thought more about it something dawned on him. He thought of you a lot, much more than others, and you always inspired him, getting him to want to seek you out and spend time with you.

·       Did he have a crush on you? He decided he’d tell you after you had woken up, after all, you needed rest for all the training you’d be doing together… and maybe as partners if you liked him too… Having a partner like you… he rather liked that thought.

    Kiibo:

·       “Kinda feels weird drinking this in the day. I usually just have this when I’m trying to get to sleep.” “I don’t believe hot milk and honey have any sleep inducing properties. How does it help?” You though for a moment, humming as you took a sip of that soothing sweet drink. “It’s calming…” You gently rocked the mug, seeing that white liquid swirl around, almost reaching the rim and spilling out. “Say, Kiibo, since you don’t need sleep, do you ever dream, like have night terrors or something?”

·       The pair of you sat in your kitchen, you huddling near the oven, a mug of hot milk and honey in hand, desperately seeking warmth since the heater in your apartment broke. You glanced to the window, seeing that gray landscape dusted with white, like dusted powdered sugar over abeleskivers.

·       “No, I don’t believe so. When I recharge, I do reexperience all my memories from last I recharged, but that’s for sorting out where those memories are to go in my memory bank.” “Hmm… So nothing new. No memories mixing and melding together. No warped past. Nothing to send you back years ago to worse times. No fears or terrors resurfacing. No…” “Y/N?” “Ah! Sorry, guess I just got lost in thought for a moment there.” You nervously chuckled, taking another sip of your drink, hoping it’d calm your nerves.

·       “A-anyway, we still up for meeting next week?” “Yes! I’m always free for our weekly hangouts.” “I know, just making sure. I don’t want to have to go through all the trouble of setting up all your recharging equipment only for you to not show up.” “I- That was only once! And that only happened because Oma found my address and thought it was a brilliant idea to lay pranks all through the house and lab!” You chuckled, seeing Kiibo so easily get flustered. “I’m only teasing. Go and recharge now, I’m sure Idabashi is missing you and want’s you back home already.” Placing the mug on the counter you went over to the corner of the room where strange, misshapen looking equipment lay, you plugging it in set a few lights to gently blink on. “I’ll be doing chores if you need me, go and rest now.” Kiibo happily obliged, quickly getting out of your way, secluding himself in the corner.

·       …

·       Suddenly his emergency system went off, forcing him to turn on, and he awoke to the sound of a scream, then heavy breathing. “Y/N!” You were on the floor. He raced to you, but you flinched away, looking absolutely horrified. “K-Ki-Ki-Kiibo? Kiibo. I-” You placed a hand over you heart, taking deep breaths, trying to slow them as to not start hyperventilating. “What happened. How are you?” He moved slowly, kneeling beside you. “I…” You looked around, seemingly confused as to where you were for a moment. “Yeah, I’m fine.” You winced patting your head, feeling a bump at the top. It was then you noticed the broken vase by the high shelf you were dusting. “Ah… so I was knocked out. Explains why it was worse than usual.” You sighed, lightly shaking. “Y/N, what’s worse than usual?” Kiibo placed a hand on your shoulder, causing you to tense up for a moment before forcing yourself to relax. “… You know things weren’t so good a few years back. And… I have nightmares. Frequently. Remember how I was always napping in High School?” He nodded. “Well, my therapist and I were experimenting with medication, seeing which could repress the nightmares and get me enough sleep at night and NOT day, but… clearly it took us a while to figure it out.” You nervously laughed recalling the many times you had fallen asleep in class, or at the cafeteria, or during P.E. or when walking to class or in any number of other places, only for Kiibo to wake you. The first few times he’d reprimand you, but after getting closer you opened up about your past a little and how you were on medication because of it. “But you never told me you had night terrors.” “Well… I would have told you if it had come up, but it just never did.”

·       “Here, rest on the couch, I’ll call the hospital and clean the vase.” “Hey, I’m fine. I just need an-” “Oh no! You are going to see a doctor! That’s final! You got hit hard enough to be knocked unconscious for who knows how long! You are seeing a professional!” Knowing there was not going to be any way of convincing Kiibo otherwise you accepted your fate and waited to see if you got a concussion or not.

·       “Happy now?” “Yes! Now we know you are alright for certain.” You shivered, tugging on our scarf. You glanced up, recognizing the building you were approaching. “Sorry for my clumsiness making you late for getting home. Tell Idabashi that and he still doesn’t have to make a better heating system for the whole building.” “I’ll tell him, though I’m not sure he’ll listen. See you, Y/N.” “See you next week.” Kiibo simply watched you leave till you rounded the corner, out of sight… Strolling to the door he thought of those days in High School. You likely never told him before, not wanting him to worry or shed those days in a different light, but you told him now, so you trusted him. Back then you had slowly opened up to him, and… well… it hurt knowing you still had secrets from those times locked away, but it was completely understandable as to why. Kiibo just wished there was something he could do to help you.

·       You fell face flat on the couch, exhausted from another taxing day at work. You grumbled, hearing your phone, thinking it was your boss calling you AGAIN with the exact same information they had been nagging you about all day. You were relieved to see it was just Kiibo. “Hey, Kiibo. What’s up?” “What I mailed you, do you not notice it? It’s supposed to be as if it were your own skin.” You stripped off your stuffy suit seeing the sticker like ring that wrapped around your wrist and the square patch that you placed over your heart as instructed, the tiny lights on it in a heart shape lighting up in time with what you assumed to be your actual heart. “Yep.” “Good. Could I stay over for the night tomorrow?” “Hmm? Well… My schedule should be clear, but I thought you’d get enough of me in one day. Now you want to stay the night. You realize I’ll be asleep, so it’ll be boring, right?” “Yes! That’s the plan at least!” “… Huh?” “Thank you! I’ll see you tomorrow!” You were confused with the call being ended so abruptly. You were disappointed, not getting the chance to ask why Kiibo was using these to keep track of your vitals, but you didn’t have long to dwell on it, seeing moments later your boss was calling.

·       Thankfully the next day you were able to relax, gleefully chatting with Kiibo and exchanging brief words with Idabashi, Miu and Soda as they went about installing a new heater in your apartment before moving on to ‘improving’ the place as they saw fit effectively kicking you and Kiibo out for a few hours to wander around town. When returning you were expecting to not recognize the place, but it seemed Idabashi was actually able to restrain Miu and Soda from transforming our entire building. Idabashi was even kind enough to leave out some tea for you.

·       “Okay, can I finally ask why you’re keeping track of my vitals?” You pointed to your wrist then chest. “I’m seeing how you are normally and comparing it to when you have a nightmare. That way, I can see the signs and wake you up before you can even dream it! You still have nightmares, even if the medicine lessens the severity, I don’t want you to have them all together! So I’ll wake you up before you can have one!” “… Kiibo.” You smiled, but it wasn’t happy, Kiibo couldn’t quite tell what it was expressing. “Well I guess it couldn’t hurt to try, but won’t you get bored just waiting for me to get a nightmare?” “No need to worry! I have plenty to occupy myself with, though for this first night, and other first few if this works out and we keep doing this, I’ll solely be paying attention to you!” “Hmm… seems kinda weird, but… Sure.”

·       Kiibo sat beside you bed, lost in thought, hoping this would work. You deserved to have a restful night’s sleep. This had to work! And he was going to make it work! He never had a nightmare before, but… it sounds horrifying for one’s own mind to conger up terrifying specters of any kind, digging up the past even if it was long dead and buried, unable to escape. One top of that, in his research Kiibo had learned of sleep paralysis and the supposed ‘demon’ many spoke of seeing. He wondered if you had experienced that. He feared he’d wake you into that state, if he’d appear to you as the demon. The longer the night wore on the more Kiibo’s fears kept pilling and pilling, to the point he was questioning this plan.

·       That was till he was snapped to attention, noticing the signs of a nightmare starting. He gently rocked your shoulder, softly speaking to you. You flinched and softly gasped. “Ah… hey Kiibo.” “How are you doing?” “Uh… feeling kinda funky but… better than last I awoke in the night.” “Good. Huh, wait, why are you sitting up?” You mumbled ‘warm milk and honey’ as you shuffled out of the room. After heating the milk, you went straight back to bed. Nursing the mug, you and Kiibo chatted about nothing, mostly doing so to fill the stagnant air. Soon though, with a yawn, you placed the mug on the nightstand.

·       Your movements were slow, your hand lingering on the handle before retracting it. “Kiibo.” “Yes.” “It feels weird having you just sit around, and I’m still feeling kind of off, would you get into bed with me?” Kiibo froze, a studder escape him, completely caught off guard by the request. “YES! U-uh, well… I did some research and there are lots of health benefits of sleeping with someone you have a great attachment too, like someone you love, so, I- uh… y-yeah… if it’ll help.” His voice wavered and his entire face flushed a bright red. However, in your sleepy state you didn’t completely take in what he said, more so confused why he looked different, but he said ‘yes’ so it was fine… you thought. You scooched over and lifted up the quilt… Though it didn’t leave much room given it was a single person bed. Hesitantly Kiibo slid under the sheets, having to lightly press against you as to not fall off the bed. “A-are you comfortable?” “Uh huh.” You simply pulled the chain attached to the lamp on the head stand, shutting it off.

·       Internally Kiibo was screaming, panicking, having no idea what to make of this situation. Especially more so when you wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly. Did you like him back? Were you just acting like this because you were tired, or were you already asleep and didn’t even realize it? Wait he could just check, but then you’d be doing this subconsciously so then was it possibly you liked him and you didn’t even know it? Kiibo sent himself into a panic as these and other questions of similar nature raced through his mind.

·       …

·       Then he awoke. Sunlight shone through the curtains, softly illuminating the room. After a moment of his systems turning on, he realized he shut off due to overheating, likely due to you hugging him and OH FUDGE! He flipped over finding you drowsily opening your eyes. “hmm? Oh, hey Kiibo.” You yawned, sitting up and stretching. “… Don’t know how the night actually went, but I’m feeling great.” “You are!” “Yeah. Guess your plan worked. Thanks, Kiibo. Guess I can actually get sleep once a week now, so that’s good progress.” You chipperly smiled, crawling over him as to get dressed for the day. Leaving Kiibo stunned, a bright blush dusting his cheeks, a goofy smile plastered on his lips. So it worked! Or was it sleeping with him… Kiibo really needed to stop this line of thinking before he overheated again. Though if him sleeping with you helped…

·       You sat at the kitchen table, eating some breakfast as Kiibo sat beside you. “Hey, Kiibo. I’m guessing you could probably see this since you can compare it to other nights, but… well, even if I didn’t have a nightmare, it was nice to wake up and not be alone. This is a small apartment, but… it can still get creepy. Especially if you can’t move. So again, thank you.” “… Then, if I helped so much, maybe I could stay with you every night.” “If you did that, you might as well as move in.” Kiibo fell silent for a moment, thinking. “Dr. Idabashi likes you, and we have plenty of room back home. You could move in with us!” “… Wait, you’re serious?” “Yes, I’m being serious! Let’s do it!”

·       If he could help you, Kiibo would do just about anything. Though… if you were going to move in together, he should probably confess, as to not let you find out later and you possibly think he had you move in under false pretenses.

·       “Um, b-but, before you can, I have to tell you something!”

·       He just hoped this would go well.

#shuichi saihara #kokichi oma #kokichi ouma #kaito momota #kiibo #k1-b0 #k1b0 #shuichi x reader #shuichi saihara x reader #kokichi ouma x reader #kokichi x reader #kokichi oma x reader #kaito x reader #kaito momota x reader #kiibo x reader #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #danganronpav3 #New Danganronpa V3 #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa v3 imagines #danganronpa v3 imagine #dr imagines #dr imagine #dr v3 imagine #dr v3 imagines #Mod Gundham #danganronpa x reader

[honeykpop]

8, 10, and 15 for SKZ with the kpop ask thing. ☺️ I'm super curious about your answer for 15.

Oh my goooood these ones are hard I'm so long winded sorry hah

8. Your favorite album?

Its hard not to pick one of the newer ones for the sheer factor of getting to experience it as it happens - I have serious like.....retroactive fomo (do people still say that???) that I wasn't in this since predebut BUT!! Based on sheer density of songs I love it would have to be I Am Who? like you're seriously going to give me question, insomnia, m.i.a, and awkward silence BACK TO BACK?? Insanity. AND MY PACE IS THERE..... Also maybe my favorite era for jisungs hair which is incredibly important to only me lmao i have considered paying real adult money for the photocards from the i am not/i am who/i am you era - which is a bit out of character for me - but they are (understandably) more expensive so I am hesitant

10. Favorite music video?

THIS IS ACTUALLY WORSE THAN FAVORITE SONG SOMEHOW??? I literally could think of a favorite song faster than I could think of a favorite mv (blueprint im almost 90% sure) can I cheat and say all the street versions???? Okay I'm gonna say Cheese only because I know if I think about it for too long I'll change my mind

15. What's a concept you would like to see them try?

So this is a funny question because I feel like I have different answers for musically and visually. If you ask me musically I would say that I knoooooow they've already done more rock leaning songs but I need MORE like the level of hype I get listen to YAYAYA and Rock is just off the charts give me more growly headbanging skz I know they can do it!!! And then visually....................mostly because I don't know if it would mess with their signature skz sound too much to do it musically

and hear me out I know its overdone practically done to death at this point

but I think they would look really cute in a retro concept

by the end of this I have already considered changing my favorite mv to Ex, Get Cool, and Any..........how do people decide.......

#ask #honey.ask #stray kids #skz #this was so hard oh my god i was not expecting to struggle so much

[mythologyfolklore]

Baldr in Hel - Ch. 03

(A/N: Baldr and Nanna talk things out and Hel is just in it for the drama)

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Hel's POV

Two more days passed (it had been four days since Baldr had arrived) and Hel noticed, that the Bright One was growing more quiet.

At first she had just assumed, that he just adjusting to his new home.

But today he was wearing a concerned expression. Hel decided, that she didn't like it. Now, that the burdens of his old life were off his shoulders, she wanted him to smile genuinely. It looked so cute, when he genuinely smiled. But now he was having that troubled look on his face and that was not cute. The Norns knew his life had been troubled enough.

At lunch she brought it up: “Something is worrying you, Óðinnson. What is it?”

Baldr seemed embarrassed at being called out like that, but he cleared his throat: “Ahem, I don't want to offend you.”

Hel chuckled; his politeness was just so adorable. “Go ahead, Baldr. While I could just read your mind, I'd much prefer, if you opened up by yourself.”

Seemingly a little less awkward now, the light god continued: “You have been so kind to me the last days. I'm really thankful for that.”

“I can hear a 'but' in that sentence.”

“Uhm, yes, well … I don't really miss Asgard, but I do miss some of my family members.”

“Understandable.”

“And I worry about Nanna. I … you give me so many honours. I get to have my own quarters and I dine at your table, while she has to shovel snow …” He broke off.

The Mistress of the Dead motioned for him to go on.

“I don't question your judgement – how could I? But I still feel like her punishment is too harsh and the honours I receive are more than I deserve – hear me out!”, he pleaded, when she opened her mouth to protest, “I know, that she wasn't a faithful wife and that she cheated on me, but the truth is that I've never done anything to earn faithfulness in the first place! I never kissed her in private, never confided or trusted in her and my efforts to make our marriage work were … poor. I wasn't the loving husband I should have been. Whatever affection I showed her was out of obligation and because we had a reputation to uphold. I cared about her, but that's not the same. And once our son arrived, he was my top priority. I didn't even desire her in the way a husband should with his wife.”

“Ah, yes.” Hel couldn't help but smirk in amusement. “In all the centuries of your marriage you've had sex, like … four times? How has no one ever questioned your masculinity?”

“It's not funny!”, Baldr reproached her.

“Of course not, I'm sorry”, she apologised. “I guess crudeness comes with being a Jötunn. Go on.”

He frowned, but finished: “Bottom line is, I couldn't really give her the kind of love and attention she deserved as my wife. So of course she sought it elsewhere. I can't even say that I was surprised, when I caught her making out with my brother.”

“But it still hurt you.”

“Yes. Even so, I do not blame her.”

“Still you should have confronted her”, Hel told him with a frown. “An open conversation held on an equal level and with the willingness to see the other's point of view can do a world of good. At least it would have made your relationship healthier, had you been open with each other.”

Baldr looked so miserable, that she couldn't help but pity him.

“Now obviously you two weren't meant to be, marriage or not”, she went on more gently. “And now you're both dead. I think it's time you resolve your issues and move on. Don't you agree?”

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Nanna's POV

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Four days.

At least Nanna estimated that this was how long she had been here, since her only indication of the passing of time were the breaks.

But it didn't matter, she supposed, because she had been sentenced to snow shovelling in the palace garden non-stop.

The weather was awful out here. It was so icy, that your breath froze in the air, the fog made it hard to see further than a few steps and the frosty wind did its own work. But something told the dead goddess, that beyond the walls of the garden it was even worse. This was nothing like the peaceful, calm winter nights in Asgard. They had reflected the discreet, equable and aloof nature of the blind god, who had presided over them. Here it was just as inhospitable as could be expected of a place located in Niflheimr.

At least Nanna wasn't alone here. There were several other dead souls, who had committed wrongs that weren't bad enough to merit actual punishments, but still came with consequences. The dead goddess had quickly got to know some of the other workers and was currently bonding with the Midgardian woman, who was shovelling the snow off the path next to her.

“It's not always this windy”, the woman tried to soothe Nanna. “Sometimes it's so quiet, that we can get it done within half a day.”

“Well, today isn't such a day!”, Nanna grumbled. “Anyway-”, she shovelled some ice off the path, “-what are you here for?”

“Mortally wounded my brother-in-law, when he tried to rape me. You?”

“Cheated on my husband.”

The Midgardian gave her a glance of surprise. “But why are you here, then? Normally-”

“I know, it's weird”, Nanna interrupted, “But our marriage was so miserable, that – ugh! – Lokadóttir actually had pity.”

“You say that like it's a bad thing”, the other woman remarked and prodded at the ice on the way with her shovel. “Normally the queen sentences adulterers to suffer in a snake pit or to be chew toys for Níðhöggr, the dragon who chews at the roots of Yggdrasil. She must have had a really good reason to be as lenient with you as she was. Did he abuse you or anything?”

“No. Our marriage was just really loveless, while we played the happy couple in front of everyone. Our marriage was arranged, you see. At first I was ecstatic. But after a while, it became clear to me, that he wasn't happy with our marriage – or me, for that matter!”

“What a bummer!”, the Midgardian commented. “And that never changed?”

“Hehe, nope!”, Nanna snorted. “Never. I tried so hard to get him to love me, but it was wasted! He was always sweet to me, but he was sweet to everyone, so that meant nothing! All his tenderness towards me meant nothing! Marriage is supposed to be a partnership, but he and I each were on our own, always! Where was the point in that?!”

Her sight blurred and she sniffled, but vehemently rubbed her eyes on her sleeve. There was no way she would cry, not here, not now, not about this.

“Eventually I resigned myself to the fact, that I was trapped in a loveless and unhappy relationship, while everyone called me the luckiest woman in Asgard – hah! I was embellishment! Baldr's pretty wife, that was my signature feature! And that was enough for all the other women to envy or even hate me! Can you imagine how many hate letters and death threats I got?!”

She shovelled the snow and ice away even harder in an attempt to channel her hurt into anger, instead of tears, while her co-worker stared at her in obvious disbelief.

“But I never once complained! And why would I have?”, Nanna scoffed bitterly. “I was married to Baldr, the best of the Æsir! Who would have believed me? And we had a reputation to keep, so all I could do was suck it up. I had a nice home, a beautiful, gentle husband, we had a wonderful son and everything was perfect!”

It was so hard not to cry right now. Especially not with who she knew was standing a few steps behind her.

But she swallowed the lump in her throat and kept ranting: “Of course it was! He didn't make me feel undesirable or like I wasn't enough, with how he always avoided me and slept with his back to me, like he couldn't bear to even look at me in bed – not to mention we never even had intercourse, except for four tries – four! – at having a child! He didn't leave me wondering what I was doing wrong! He wouldn't even let us be best friends or something! Oh, and did I mention his insecurities and severe depression? But he never once came to me with his troubles, so why would I go to him with mine? The only ones who noticed, that I even had any, were Loki's wife Sigyn (she's the best, really) and my brother-in-law Hermóðr! So I stopped trying to be the perfect wife, because the latter appreciated me more than my husband ever did!”

She ceased her pitiful attempts at holding back her tears.

“And that's how the affair happened! He was the one, who gave me attention, wanted me, held and kissed me, told me I was beautiful and listened to me! He was the one, who … who …”

“Made you feel loved?”, the person behind her finished the sentence for her.

With another sniffle she turned around to glare at the newcomer.

There stood Baldr, looking absolutely devastated (good! He better be!) and Hel, looking somewhat sombre.

“Nanna …”, he began, but she cut him off: “Oh, so now you want to talk?! Thousands of years of marriage, in which you only interacted with me out of obligation and politeness and now that we're both dead, now you finally hear me?! You – you unbelievable, oblivious-!”

Hel interrupted by clearing her throat: “Ahem! Would you two mind settling this inside?”

Then the queen directed her attention to the other workers in the garden and ordered, with a voice as eldritch as herself: “And what are you all standing around and gawking? Get back to work!”

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Baldr's POV

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Hel had directed them to the audience hall and told them to wait there for her.

In the meantime Nanna and Baldr had to deal with being alone with each other.

The atmosphere between them was so tense and thick, it could have been cut with a knife.

He so desperately wanted to say something, but suddenly there was this huge clot in his throat.

Nanna stood there, frowning and with her arms folded.

“Well? Didn't you want to talk?”

“I … uh … I … uhm …”

Seriously?! Now that he really needed to say something, he couldn't? Where was his eloquence, when he needed it?!

She was arching an eyebrow.

After a while Baldr grew frustrated at his own failure and tore at his hair. “Shit!”

He stopped short. Had he just …?

Nanna gawked at him. “Did … did you just …?”

Baldr flushed in embarrassment, while Nanna broke into laughter: “I can't believe it! You said the s-word! I don't think I've ever heard you use it before!”

“That's because I never did”, he mumbled sheepishly.

But now that the ice was broken a little, he decided to try again.

“Okay, take two. Nanna … it's really hard to tell you how sorry I really am, without making it sound like I'm feeling sorry for myself or like I'm trying to justify my actions. Which obviously would be really insulting. Even so … I'm sorry. I deeply truly am. I'm sorry, that all these things didn't occur to me, while we were alive. I'm sorry that I couldn't love you, like a husband should have. I could never get past the fact, that I never wanted to marry and you had to pay the price – that was beyond unfair of me. I was so busy trying to please everybody else, that I forgot about the one person I should have cared for the most. I'm sorry I didn't give you what you needed and wanted. I'm sorry I never let you in, even though you were my wife. I guess Loki was right”, he chuckled bitterly. “His roller coaster of a marriage with Sigyn is healthier than our relationship was. At least they love and trust each other. I did neither of those for you, so how could you have done it for me? Your bitterness and resentment are justified and in the end, I deserved what I got.”

With that his apology was finished.

For what felt like an eternity silence hovered over them.

Nanna's expression was unreadable and Baldr was starting to fear, that she would lash out.

To his surprise she smiled. “Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?”

He returned the smile: “Once I stopped flipping out, no, I suppose not. But seriously – why did you never confront me? Obviously I didn't realise myself what a git I was being, so why didn't you tell me?”

“Well, firstly: like you just said, you always were so bent on pleasing everyone, that you had an internal breakdown, whenever it seemed like you couldn't. Had I told you, I wasn't happy, it would've crushed you. I couldn't have that.”

“Uhm-”

“Apapapapapah! Secondly: you're a downright sensitive plant!”

“A what?!”

“You heard me.”

Baldr gasped and theatrically clutched his chest. “Nanna! How ever could you say such a thing!”, he cried and let himself drop to the floor, like the drama queen he was. “You're wounding my heart! Your words are sharper than the dart that pierced me! Oh the agony! What ever shall I do?”

She chortled: “Baldr, stop!”

He didn't stop.

“My last shred of pride has been shattered! There goes what little bit of masculinity I had! Millennia of being the god of light, peace, purity and justice, being a judge and advisor to the other Æsir, enduring their nonsense and putting on a brave face despite all hardships! A sensitive plant! What a choice of words! So liking nature, gardening, wisdom and knowledge more than fighting and getting drunk off my butt makes me a wimp? Now that's just hurtful! And from my former wife too! How could you betray me like this?! Oh, the tragedy!”

At this point Nanna was doubling over with laughter.

“Baldr! Stop – hihihihi – I can't take it – hahahaaha – it's too much!”

Baldr grinned up at her. “Hmm … I don't know …”

“Come on”, a new voice chuckled. “Have some pity, Bright One.”

The dead god blushed furiously, when he spied Hel leaning against the entrance and regarding the scene with a smug smirk.

“Uhm … I can explain-”

“Don't bother”, Hel laughed. “I've been standing here the entire time. I just didn't say anything, because I wanted to see, if you two could resolve your issues on your own.”

“They're not resolved yet”, Nanna objected.

“You're right”, Hel agreed. “But it's a good start. Things can only get better from here. Keep it up and you might become actual friends.”

The Queen of the Dead came over and helped him stand up.

“By the way, Nanna, your punishment is over”, she let the dead goddess know. “From now on you're allowed to dine at my table with Baldr. Come. You must be hungry. I asked my servants to keep the lunch warm, since thanks to a certain someone we didn't get to finish it.”

Baldr's blush deepened.

“Let's go”, the queen said nonchalantly and made her way back to the dining hall, followed by a still flustered Baldr and by Nanna, who was grinning smugly for some reason.

When he gave her a questioning look, her smirk grew wider and she motioned into Hel's direction.

“Not a word”, he muttered and blushed harder, making Nanna snicker like a plotting court lady.

#norse mythology #baldr #hel #nanna

[flightfoot]

The reason of the so many Adrien salt fic is because while Mari need to face a consequence of her wrong doing (akumatizing Lila, chat blanc, animaesteo, miracle Queen) Adrien could scoot free with no consequence copycat is harmless and not counted.

...Huh? Wait, what? How does “facing an akuma that was partially due to Adrien’s actions” not count as a consequence for Adrien, but DOES count for Marinette? Also Marinette had her own issues in that episode - breaking into your crush’s locker in order to break into his phone and delete an embarrassing voice mail? Not cool. And Marinette actually came out on top that episode - she got to go to the movies at Adrien - though granted, not alone - like she’d wanted.

Marinette sometimes gets hit with “consequences” for silly things - what she did in Chris Master was FINE Tikki, just because it was tangentially related to the story Marinette told Chris didn’t mean he did anything wrong - I’ll agree with that. And she’s gotta be feeling like if she slips up at all, even for a minute, like things can go catastrophically wrong, after what happened in Miracle Queen.

Something to note even about those, though; while bad things may happen as a result, it’s never treated as a “she deserves to suffer” kind of thing, and no one tries to punish Marinette. Nor is there ever a long-term consequence, except in Miracle Queen - and you notice what happens when she breaks down in that episode? She gets hugs and comfort. Chat doesn’t scream at her about messing up. NO ONE gets upset at her for making a mistake. Everyone just tries to help her deal with the situation as best they can, try to get it to the best outcome, and try to reassure her. (Well, everyone mostly meaning Chat and Fu here). 

AT WORST, she might receive a mild scolding, usually from Tikki, very occasionally from Adrien. But neither of them ever do more than that, or seem to even think badly of her - just that she didn’t make the best choice right in that moment, or that she made an honest mistake. They don’t yell and scream at her or try to get her Miraculous taken away or really do more than say “hey, that wasn’t cool.” 

And Adrien DOES sometimes face consequences - Reflekdoll’s a decent example, where he’d been kinda obnoxious earlier in that episode about making jokes with bad timing, since Ladybug had needed him to focus right then. And later, when he had the Miraculous, he experienced why sometimes she didn’t have as much time for jokes since it requires more concentration than the Black Cat to use well, and he recognized that at the end and told her he understood. Then they all got to have a fun time finishing up the photoshoot.

That’s another important thing; whenever someone faces a consequence, like with Marinette, they’re always fine at the end. Life goes on, they still have people and friends to rely on, and generally the episodes end on a positive note. She gets to hang out with her friends, go to a movie, eat some ice cream, etc. She isn’t treated as deserving to suffer.

Also, Animaestro REALLY isn’t a great example of Marinette facing consequences. What she did there was pretty damn bad, and she never really faced consequences due to THAT exactly - the akuma was partially due to the plan going awry and Thomas getting caught up in it, but... not so much because of the awful things she tried to do to Kagami.

I’ll go over the episode a bit, because honestly? I think it should be talked about more.

Chloé: If we get rid of Kagami before the movie starts, there'll be an extra seat for you. Marinette: We can't do that! Chloé: Remember what you said to me once, Marinette? All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good people do nothing. (Marinette gasps) Well today, the evil is her and the good people are us! Marinette: I'm not too sure about this. Chloé: Fine! Keep on not being sure about it and tomorrow, Adrien and Kagami will be on a plane headed for Japan! Marinette: Adrien? Japan? There's no way! Chloé: You think? They're already going to the movies together, their parents are signing papers together. (camera zooms in on Mrs. Tsurugi in the background, stamping a document with her signature) Marinette: (imagines Adrien and Kagami on a plane and dancing with kimonos on) We can't let her do that!

To Marinette’s credit, she DOES at least have reservations about doing something to Kagami... but she still agrees to it, because she doesn’t want Adrien and Kagami to get together... and Adrien to potentially leave. She still decides that it’s ok for her to interfere and to purposely try to “get rid of” Kagami.

Scene: Under the serving table. Marinette is gathering items needed for their plan.

Tikki: Marinette! Surely you're not gonna team up with Chloé?! Marinette: I'm just stopping Kagami from kidnapping Adrien and taking him off to Japan. He's too nice to see what she's really up to! (Tikki looks at her judgingly and sighs)

Marinette’s in full anxiety mode here and has persuaded herself that Kagami is this awful person who deserves this, and that she’s ‘saving’ Adrien somehow - that she’s in the right.

Adrien: Well I'm more of a dog person... (camera zooms further out to show Chloé and Marinette) Chloé: Alright. (she looks at what Marinette has gathered) Garbage bag, ladle and what? (she holds up a spool of string) I asked you to get some rope! Marinette: All I could find was this cooking string. You know, for tying up roasts. Chloé: Do I look like someone who knows anything about cooking roasts? (she grabs Marinette's arm and starts pulling her along) Marinette: Hey, wait! (Chloé finds a plate of macarons and pours them into the garbage bag. She ties up the bag and begins smashing it with the ladle.) Marinette: Chloé! We can't do this! Chloé: Listen, Marinette! If we don't sacrifice a few macarons now Adrien is going to be eating sushi for the rest of his life! (Chloé blows a bubble with her gum before spitting the gum into the ladle.) Chloé: You better not screw this up, Dupain-Cheng. Marinette: (picks up the gum warily) I'm doing this for you, Adrien.

She does at least voice some reluctance about the plan again - but she still goes through with it. Still thinks that she and Chloe have the right to try to do things to Kagami to ‘protect’ Adrien for his own sake, but not say, talk to HIM about it and see what he thinks - heck, earlier she was saying that he was too nice to see what Kagami was really up to! And then saying it’s for HIS sake - which no, it really isn’t. Even in her imaginings of him going away to Japan, he doesn’t look unhappy or miserable or anything, she just - doesn’t want him to potentially leave her, and has persuaded herself it’s for his sake for her own sanity.

Chloé: (to Jagged) Hold this for me. (Marinette is being helped up by Adrien) Marinette: Thank you, Adrien! (The gum sits on the ground next to Kagami's foot) (Marinette takes the special macaron out of her pocket.) Marinette: Here, Adrien. This is, uh, your favorite flavored macaron. Er, of course I'm just guessing. I mean, how would I know, right? (nervous giggle) But people do sometimes prefer some things to other things so... Here! Adrien: Uh… thanks, Marinette!

Here, Marinette purposely drops a tray of her parents’ macarons which they made for this big event, in order to provide cover for planting gum on Kagami’s shoe. It’s a good thing her parents made extra. This is a big event, and it wouldn’t look great on them professionally if they hadn’t brought a sufficient amount of treats, or if one of their servers had dropped so many of them that THAT’S why they ran out. She didn’t drop them by accident at least, like her parents thought might happen - she did so purposely as part of a plan to ruin Kagami’s clothes. Which I’m pretty sure makes it worse.

(Marinette smiles at Adrien briefly before Chloé whisks her away) Chloé: What were you doing with that macaron? That was not part of the plan! Adrien: Kagami is something wrong? (Chloé and Marinette peek over a counter to see what Adrien is talking about. Kagami is holding up her shoe with gum on it.) Kagami: These shoes belonged to my grandmother. Chloé: Hah! This is a part of the plan. (Adrien puts down the special macaron and goes to get a chair) Adrien: Sit down. I'll help you. (Kagami and Adrien spot the crushed macarons that Chloé had put on the seat) Chloé: Phase two, Dupain-Cheng. (Chloé crawls across the floor and pulls out the spool of string and Marinette grabs a poster of Jagged Stone. Adrien looks all over the event for another chair but all the chairs have crushed macarons on them.) Marinette: Can you please autograph this for me, Jagged? (Marinette holds up the poster of Jagged Stone) (Jagged gets a pen out and puts the cake on a chair. Adrien finally finds a chair that doesn't have macarons on it. Just before Kagami sits down Chloé pulls the string which is attached to the cake chair. The video goes into slow motion as Kagami goes to sit down.) Mrs. Tsurugi: Kagami! (Kagami straightens up and doesn't sit on the cake)

The plan here, which Marinette was privy to and is a part of, was to have Kagami sit on that chocolate cake, staining that kimono. Considering that the overall goal is to drive her off, at the VERY least, they’re intending her to need to go to somewhere to change and not getting back in time to see the movie. Considering that it seems like she could at least get a change of clothes and come back in time to catch part of the movie - getting around ML Paris doesn’t seem to take all that long - I’m guessing part of what’s intended to keep her away is the whole “getting really upset at having something humiliating and awful happen to her so publicly at such a major event, with lots of press and one of the few people she’s friends with there to see it”. This isn’t some unintended, not thought about consequence - it’s PART of it. It’s intentional and premeditated. The only reason it DIDN’T work isn’t due to say, Marinette having a change of heart and trying to change the plan - it’s ONLY due to the dumb luck of Mrs. Tomoe calling out at precisely the right moment to stop Kagami from sitting on that cake. I actually wrote a fic based on what I think may feasibly have happened if she HADN’T called out right then actually, and HAD sat on that cake.

(Adrien helps Kagami hop towards Mrs. Tsurugi as the children and Thomas go near the cake chair) Child: But if you didn't make the story or the drawings, then you didn't do anything. (Thomas sits down and sighs. He spots the special macaron on the table where Adrien left it. He takes it out and eats it. His face becomes worried as red boils pop up all over it.) Thomas: What's happening? Children: Eww! (Thomas takes out his phone and looks at himself in the camera before sniffing the macaron packet.) Thomas: This macaron contains almonds! (runs over to Tom and Sabine) I specifically told you that I'm allergic to almonds! Tom: We were so careful about that. All the macarons are made from coconut. Marinette: Uh, oh. All but one! (The children laugh at Thomas) Thomas: What? What in the- Who put this cake on this seat!? (The children run away from the angry Thomas) Marinette: I should have known! How could one of Chloé's plans end in anything but disaster? Thomas: I spent three years of my life working day in day out for this! What was meant to be my night is ruined! (looks sadly at the floor)

Notice that Marinette’s upset here that Chloe’s plan ended in ‘disaster’ - which it was always intended to, just as a disaster for Thomas rather than Kagami, who was the intended target.

Also, bringing that macaron to an event where that type was specifically barred due to allergies could also have gotten her parents in serious trouble. Though admittedly, there’s a decent chance that she didn’t know that macarons with almonds were barred, and with how she’d planned to hand it over, the risk was minimal.

Mrs. Tsurugi: Now I understand why Kagami speaks so much about you. Your father has raised you to be a refined young man! (Adrien blushes at the comment) Marinette: The plan is a total disaster! Adrien and Kagami are even closer now than they were before. Chloé: You ruined EVERYTHING, Dupain-Cheng. What was it with that macaron, anyway? Marinette: Er. It was a special passion fruit macaron. Chloé: But that's the favorite of... No. Don't tell me that! (laughs and points finger at Marinette) You've got a crush on ADRIEN! (laughs and wipes eyes) That is ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous. You're a nobody in his eyes and you'll always be a nobody. Watch, I'll prove it. (walks over to Adrien) Adrikins! Doorman: (offscreen) Who are you? You can't come- wah! (the doorman is thrown from the door and Animaestro is there instead) Animaestro: So you really think a director does nothing? Let me show you exactly what I'm capable of. Chloé: Come on! Get a grip! Hey, Adrikins. You'll never guess- (sees Adrien gone) (Civilians start screaming and running away) Animaestro: Oh, come on! Don't leave! The show's just getting started! (Animaestro transforms into a large green cartoon dinosaur in a puff of pink smoke) Animaestro: Roar! (spits a lasers out of his mouth that hit buildings) Marinette: I promise I'll never take Chloé's advice again!

Notice here that Marinette does NOT realize that trying to ruin Kagami’s clothes and sabotage Adrien and Kagami’s time together was wrong in its own sake - she’s only upset that things didn’t go to plan, and especially that it’s had the OPPOSITE effect of bringing Adrien and Kagami closer together. The lesson she learns is “Chloe’s plans don’t work and tend to backfire, so don’t participate in them if you want the intended outcome to actually happen”, not “trying to purposely sabotage other people’s time together, even trying to get their property ruined to do so and be publicly humiliated, is a bad thing to do”.

Then the akuma happens. Partly as a consequence of some of her actions, but no one blames her for it or even have a clue she was partly involved. And at the end?

Marinette: Chloé! Please don't tell Adrien I have a crush on him! Chloé: (takes a macaron) In this world, there are those who work and those who shine. Forever there will be this division between us, Dupain-Cheng. (pokes Marinette on the nose) Which is why you and I will never be a team. I'm not going to tell him. You're not worth the extra attention. (enters the theater) Thomas: (after seeing the conversation) You know what. Take my seat and enjoy the movie. I've seen it ten times or more. What matters the most for the movie is to be seen by people who really want to see it right? Marinette: I-I but.. Thomas: Sorry, I guess you don't know who I am either Marinette: Of course do. You're Thomas Astruc the movie director! (hugs him) Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! Thomas: She recognized me. Somebody actually recognized me! (wipes away tears) This is the best day of my life! (eats a macaron)

She still gets to go to the movies with Adrien, though he spends time with Kagami as well. Nothing bad happens to Marinette, and she gets what she wanted in the beginning, why she came in the first place - to spend time with Adrien.

Look. If the places were reversed, Adrien salters would NEVER EVER EVER STOP SCREAMING ABOUT IT. If Adrien had teamed up with someone - probably still Chloe - to try to sabotage Marinette and Luka spending time together because he’d convinced himself that she’d get together with Luka and he’d whisk her away to somewhere outside of Paris so he wouldn’t get to see her again, and had as a consequence knowingly participated in a plan to ruin Luka’s property at some huge public event in order to get him to separate from Marinette, and to take Luka’s place and spend time with her in his stead, because he was convinced that he knew what was better for her than she did, that she just couldn’t see that Luka was bad for her? And then only learned that those kinds of plans backfire, getting upset that they became closer instead, and getting to still spend time with Marinette afterwards? Somehow I don’t think Adrien salters would accept that as Adrien facing consequences just because an akuma happened.

And that’s part of my problem with Adrien saltfics, and most saltfics in general; they’re not generally about ‘consequences happening’ so much as ‘punishing the characters and wanting to make them suffer horribly and telling the characters that they DESERVE that suffering’, which is NOT a thing in canon.

#ask #fandom salt #animaestro #miraculous ladybug

[melissart]

Date Night

Terry x Korvo Solar Opposites fanfiction!

Rating: M

Warnings: Alien sex stuff, Korvo cries during sex a lot, NSF*W

Genre: romance, comedy, hurt/comfort

Words: 3,852

Summary: “Couples go to scheduled fancy dinners to help keep their relationship alive.“

Korvo paced around the backyard with his Element Detector.

Beep… beep… beep… 

Nothing. 

There were no useful elements on Earth! Of all the 118 elements that Earth discovered, everything just had to be carbon-based. Korvo had enough carbon to last the destruction of five planets. What he needed was the isotope Megeon-166--or as it’s called on Earth, Erbium. He needed at least 15 moles to repair the ship and, of course, nobody was helping him. What was the point in being mad, anymore? He knew nobody would help him but it never got any less frustrating. 

Terry slid open the back door while cradling a tray of Starbucks™ frappuccinos in one arm. “Korvo!” he called out. “Got your favorite--matcha frappuccino!” 

No, that’s not right--Terry did help. Just in a different way. Only Terry knew how to get everyone’s Starbucks™ drinks right. 

Korvo tossed the Element Detector over his shoulder and took his frappuccino. Oh, the first sip was always the best. The whipped cream was at the bottom just the way he liked it. 

Terry just… stood there and watched him drink the frappuccino. He wasn’t even going to sip his own untouched pink drink. He was waiting for a specific response from Korvo. Probably one that was two words and began with a “T”. 

Korvo sighed. He had to relent. “Thank y--” 

“--Do you know what day it is today?” Terry quickly blurted out. He was unusually excited. 

Korvo paused for a second. The effects of the Dumb Ray still hadn’t subsided completely. “Friday?”  Was he forgetting something? It couldn’t possibly be their anniversary. 

“That’s right! It’s the first Friday of the month! That means it’s date night!” 

“That is ridiculous. Every night occurs on a date.”

 Terry laughed and put his hand on Korvo’s shoulder. Everything was a joke to him. “That gets funnier every time!”

Korvo brushes Terry’s hand off of him. It seems that Korvo has forgotten what “date night” was. Ten blasts of a Dumb Ray does that to you. “Explain it to me again.” 

“Couples go to scheduled fancy dinners to help keep their relationship alive.” 

Evidently, Terry has explained this concept multiple times. There were no side tangents, no movie references, and no headaches. “I am satisfied with our relationship.” Korvo sunk into himself and slightly turned away. “Are… you… not satisfied?” 

Terry erupted into an even louder bout of laughter and slapped his knee. “Hah! That gets funnier every time, too! It’s for fun, Korvo. I already made reservations at your favorite restaurant for 8PM.” 

“But, I--” 

Terry was already heading back inside to give Jesse and Yumyulack their drinks. “Make sure you wear something nice this time!” 

Korvo racked his mind for any memories of going on a date night with Terry, but there was nothing. Korvo didn’t realize how harsh the effects of the Dumb Ray were. He felt like an idiot. Maybe it was like the NBC show Dateline. He had some researching to do. If Terry found out Korvo’s memory was still foggy, Korvo would surely get locked up again. 

Terry was about to go on the best date night of his short, pathetic life. 

--- 

It was 7:50 PM, Terry was already dressed in his favorite pink button-up with the top button unbuttoned and jeans, and Korvo was nowhere to be found. To make things worse, Korvo took the car so Terry couldn’t even go to the nearest Jack in the Box to drown his sorrows in a $5 munchie meal. It was uncharacteristic of Korvo to forget about date night, especially when he reminded Korvo just earlier. Perhaps, he wondered, the Dumb Ray effects had not subsided yet.

He went into the replicants’ bedroom to ask them if they knew where Korvo was, but they were gone. That’s right, they were at a party and said they wouldn’t be back home until midnight. Terry was alone at the house. Bored. Bored in the house and in the house bored--just as how that TikTok prophesied. 

There were three loud knocks on the front door. Terry groaned. “Coming!” He wasn’t in the mood to entertain the neighbors. 

Terry opened the door to find a bouquet of a dozen red roses being shoved into his face. It was Korvo, all dressed up in a tuxedo as if he was about to get married. 

“I have arrived to date night you,” Korvo declared. 

Terry happily accepted the bouquet. “Sick plants, dude! I didn’t know they came in red.” 

“Red means love.” 

“Cool! Should I plant them?” 

“No, you put them in a vase with water.” 

“Hmm…” Terry stared at the stems. “I don’t know, Korvo, don’t plants need dirt?” 

“Why would I--” Korvo stopped himself and took a deep breath. He had to be charismatic. “You put them in a vase, you look at them for a couple days, and then they die.” 

“Aww…” Now Terry was bummed out. He hated reminders of his planned obsolescence and inevitable death. “What’s the point of it, then?” 

“Because they’re red, Terry!” Korvo’s fury was quick to resurface. “Red means love!” 

“Okay, fine, but you don’t have to yell!” 

Korvo hated himself. Stupid. He was already ruining their date night. 

----

Jazz music played softly in the background. It would have been relaxing if it weren’t avant-garde jazz. It was times like these that made Korvo pray for the Pupa to eat everyone and terraform the planet, already. He had no idea how the cacophony he was hearing could possibly be classified as music. There was no discernible key signature, no rhythm, no melody, no dynamics--it was literally just a collection of instruments blasting away and competing with each other to see who could best resemble a dying animal. 

“What the hell is this?” he grumbled. 

Terry was busy looking through the menu. “‘Om’ by John Coltrane.” 

Korvo was taken aback by the answer. He didn’t know Terry listened to this kind of noise. Even TV static sounded more harmonious. “What’s the point of it?” The thought of someone sitting in a recording studio and blasting terrible screeches into a microphone was enough to make someone gloober. 

“Uh, to piss off people like you, duh!” Terry scoffed. “Just relax a little, okay, Korvy?” He reached across the table to put his hand over Korvo’s. 

Korvo stared down at Terry’s hand and pondered for a moment. He curled his fingers over Terry’s hand. “I see… So what you’re saying is that music acts as a medium not only to organize patterns and produce a conventionally pleasing aesthetic, but also to defy those same standards and redefine the purpose of music through an ironic lens?” 

“That’s jazz, baby!” For emphasis, Terry does jazz hands with his free hand. 

Korvo leaned in and clasped his other hand over Terry’s. “You know a lot about music,” he comments. A loving smile curled the corners of his mouth upwards. 

Terry smirked. “Well, I did major in music when we went to community college… Remember when we did that? That was fun.” 

Korvo’s smile dropped. “You did?” He had no idea. 

“Yeah, I majored in percussion performance. I was trying to get into a drumline, like in the movie Whiplash. Don’t you remember? I even invited you to my winter and spring recital.” 

Korvo genuinely could not recall anything after Terry referencing Whiplash. This wasn’t on the Dumb Ray, this was clearly on his own negligence. “Oh.” Now that he thought about it, Terry was really good at drumming. 

Terry withdrew his hand and crossed his arms. He sighed, slumped into his seat, and looked away forlornly. “It’s okay, you were probably busy working on the ship… The mission is always the highest priority.” He was already conditioned to expect disappointment when telling Korvo anything about his personal ambitions. It was Wetzel’s Pretzels all over again. 

“It is...” Korvo agreed. 

Terry felt his heart sink. 

“... but you’re a high priority to me, too.” 

Before Terry could respond, their waiter interrupted to take their orders. “Seafood platter for him, fettuccine chicken alfredo pasta for me, and your biggest bottle of wine.” 

“Of course, sir.” The waiter took their menus away and left to relay the orders to the kitchen. 

Fuck, Korvo loved it when Terry ordered for the both of them. It made him feel slightly lesser. He tugged at his neck collar. 

“You know… I didn’t actually want to be a Pupa Specialist,” Terry quietly confessed. “I wish I could’ve been a music major on Shlorp.” 

“You could’ve,” Korvo reminded him, “but you’d be dead.” 

“Yeah, yeah, I know...” 

Korvo watched Terry slump further into his seat. He was blowing it. Again. Discreetly, he took out his phone on his lap and pulled up a Wikihow article he had bookmarked on Safari: “How to Get Guys to Like You More when You Go on a date”. He skipped to step 3, “Be conversational.” Korvo cleared his throat. “Um… I wanted to be a biologist on Shlorp.” 

“Aren’t you already a biologist?” Terry argued. “Science is like, your whole gimmick.” 

“I’m an electrical engineer. I work with technology. I only got to take a few biology courses but my schedule was so loaded since I was a math/physics/engineering triple major, so I had no time to declare a minor in biology.” 

Terry laughed. “You sure dodged a bullet! Pupa Specialists had to take a shitton of bio classes, and let me tell you, the only silver lining is the sex unit.”

“There’s a sex unit?” 

“Yeah! Meiosis, DNA, best positions, tongue stuff… Jesse was conceived during that unit!” Terry smiled fondly, as if it were a normal sweet memory to be nostalgic of. “Ooh, ooh, how was Yumyulack conceived?” 

“With my right hand and a magazine at a lab.” Korvo didn’t realize there was anything more to it than that. “Tell me more about this unit,” he demanded. 

“Okay, so on the first day of class, our lab experiment for the day is to analyze genetic fluids, but wait! Our old tree professor forgot to order enough sample genetic fluids for the entire class! But, it turns out that collecting genetic fluids is the real lab experiment! Of course, I’m just sitting there with my lifemate, confused as hell, while the TA’s start to unbutton their robes…” 

------

Terry and Korvo laughed as they stumbled out of the restaurant together, holding hands and swinging it between them. When Terry asked for their biggest bottle of wine, they sure did deliver. Behind them, the warm glow of the restaurant faded away as they searched for their car. 

Terry wiped away tears of mirth with the back of his hand. “So I said, ‘You wouldn’t know one if you saw one!’” 

Korvo dropped the car keys as he erupted in more laughter. “Hohoheehoihoiheehoihoi! You sure told him! That was something that you told him, alright!” 

Korvo and Terry crouched down to reach for the car keys at the same time. They both groped around the spinning ground until their hands met. They looked up at each other with the same dazed, lovesick look in their eyes. 

Within seconds, they were sloppily making out. Terry had so much to drink that he couldn’t even feel where his body started and Korvo’s ended. All he could taste was wine and seafood. He felt Korvo topple over, putting Terry on top of him, straddling Korvo’s hips between his legs. Their tongues swirled around each other as Korvo moaned and dug his fingers onto the back of Terry’s shirt. The sidewalk was cold, but their bodies were hot enough to compensate. 

Terry pulled away and fumbled to unbutton his shirt. 

“Woah, woah, woah--I think we should, should go home first.” Korvo slowly sat himself up. 

“You can’t even drive!” 

“Of course I can!” Korvo declared, unintentionally flicking specks of saliva onto Terry’s face as he spoke. “W-We’re aliens! Our bodies… they got high tolerance… Alcohol sharpens our senses!” He pushed Terry off of him and crawled over to the car keys. 

Terry helped him up. “That doesn’t sound so right, but I don’t know enough to argue with that!” 

Korvo waved the car key fob in the air and pressed the lock button repeatedly, struggling to hear where their car was. “Beep beep! Beep beep! Beep beep!” he called out, as if it were a dog that could respond and come running over. “Fuck, where’d I park?” 

Terry turned Korvo around to face their car. 

“Oh shiiit, found it!” 

Korvo clicked the unlock button a few dozen times, then they let themselves in. Neither of them bothered to strap in their seatbelts.

-----

As soon as their bedroom door was shut and locked, Korvo and Terry started hurriedly undressing each other. Terry kissed Korvo’s neck as he loosened his bowtie while Korvo yanked Terry’s shorts down and began unbuttoning his shirt. 

“Fuuuck, Terry,” Korvo raspily moaned out. “I-I want you to dominate me! Dominate me, Terry! Make me your slut!” 

“Yeah, you’re a little slut, huh?” Terry palmed Korvo’s mound. “My fucking whore needs to be taught a lesson?” 

Korvo bucked his hips into Terry’s hand. “Yes, Terry!” he groaned. “Teach me a lesson!” 

Terry swept Korvo off his feet in one motion and carried him to the bed. As soon as he dropped him, he crawled on top of Korvo and tugged Korvo’s dress pants down. Korvo’s rootstalk was eager to be exposed, wriggling out of its hole to meet Terry’s tongue. Terry gave the thick root one long, slobbering, lick up the shaft and to the tip. “Alright, Korvy, pop quiz--what’s the powerhouse of the cell?” 

Korvo didn’t respond. 

“Wait, Korvo, you do know what the powerhouse of the cell is, don’t you?” Terry heard a small sob. He looked up at Korvo, who was covering his blushing face, wet and shiny from fresh tears. Terry crawled away from between Korvo’s legs and to his side. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he whispered gently. He coaxed Korvo’s hands away from his face. 

Of course, being asked what was wrong only made Korvo cry harder and curl away. “I-I-I forgot!” he wailed. “I f-forgot what the powerhouse of the cell is! W-What is it? I have no f-f-fucking clue!”

Terry hugged him from behind. “It’s okay, baby, it doesn’t matter! It’s just the mitochondria.” 

“I-I just… I just feel so dumb. I’ve been waiting weeks for my intelligence to fully recover ever since you hit me with the Dumb Ray, but… but that’s it. This is as smart as I ever was before! And I’m fucking s-s-st-stu-stupid!” 

Terry squeezed him harder while he sobbed and wailed and gooblered all over the both of them. “There, there, Korvo.” He knew the drill. Korvo cried during sex all the time--something about the physical release of his genetic fluids seemed to trigger an emotional catharsis in him. This time was unusually early, though. They hadn’t even finished foreplay. “Do you want some ice cream?” 

“N-No, let’s continue having sex,” Korvo insists. 

“But you’re crying--” 

“--Well, I’m still horny!” He tried to dry his eyes, but it was a Sisyphean task. 

“Alright, fine, but talk about your feelings while I’m sucking you off.” Terry crawled back over to Korvo’s crotch and continued where he left off--licking the thick root all over, from bottom to top. He began sucking the tip of it, which wriggled slightly as it grew more. 

Korvo panted heavily. “O-O-Oh my g-god…” Hot pleasure took over him. “Well, I wanted to be a biologist on Shlorp, but…” He interrupted himself with a loud moan when Terry started deep-throating his root. “Hohhhmygod! Oh, Terry! Fuck, it feels so good!” He felt his root lengthening more and wriggle down Terry’s throat. “Terry, Terry, Terry… I’m gonna--ohhh, fuck…” 

Terry gave a small grunt of surprise when Korvo’s genetic fluids began squirting down his throat. He could just barely taste the sweet, floral nectar as he swallowed. There was so much to swallow down. Korvo was always so repressed--he was always too busy studying repair manuals to jerk off every now and then. 

Korvo felt dizzy from the waves of pleasure still crashing over him after his release. “Terry, I love y--”

“--What happened?” Terry interrupted. 

“Huh?” 

“What happened to being a biologist?” Terry asked again. “I mean, you could’ve just not majored in so many majors in the first place, right?” 

Korvo grabbed a spare pillow and put it over his face. “It’s not important anymore, never mind,” he said, muffled. 

“Korvo, c’mon, I won’t tell you my secret sex techniques if you don’t tell me your tragic backstory.” 

Korvo uncovered his face. “Tell me,” he demanded.

“You first!” 

Korvo took a moment to decide if it was truly worth opening up about his deepest, darkest insecurities just for sex. It was a very short moment. “I got a B+ in Intro to Biology my first year.” 

Terry waited for further explanation, but there was nothing more. “B+ isn’t a bad grade?” 

“I know!” Korvo snapped. “But I-I freaked out! That was my first B in a class, ever! And now we’re stuck on Earth and the Pupa could destroy us all any second and it’ll be all my fault because I wasn’t smart enough to fix the ship! And I’m not even smart enough to understand why the Pupa is 670C because I got freaked out over a B! And now we’re all going to die!” Gooblers danced all over their bedsheets. 

“Korvo, baby, relax!” He wiped away Korvo’s tears. “Even if you quadruple-majored in biology/math/physics/engineering, we’d still be on Earth because you couldn’t fix the ship. It doesn’t matter!” 

Korvo buried his face into Terry’s chest and gave out a strangled scream. 

Terry laughed to himself. “I mean, what’s the point of studying so much if you can’t even fix the ship?” He stroked the back of Korvo’s head lovingly. “I was able to fix a lavatic reactor in just a few minutes of reading one of your dumb manuals!” One of the gooblers popped straight into his eye. “Ow! Okay, I’m sorry! I guess the point is, uh… I’ll help you fix the ship. How does that sound?” 

The gooblers finally came to a stop. “You will?” 

“Anything to get you to stop crying during sex…” Terry grumbled.

Korvo began showering Terry with kisses. “Oh, Terry! Thank you! Mwah, mwah! Thank you so much! There’s so much I still have yet to diagnose in the ship--the catalytic nasprober, the psionic cholecystosanitizer, the carcino-fibrillator, the hexylgraph, the blinkers--” 

The list went on and on and on and on and on. Terry didn’t realize how much was wrong with the ship until now. He started to understand why Korvo was so stressed out all the time. Korvo had spent hours every day working on the ship for over a year, and this entire time Terry assumed that Korvo was just bad at repairing. 

There had to be an end to this. Terry slowly crawled back over to Korvo’s root, still wet with saliva and nectar genetic fluids, and began sucking at it again. It was only a matter of seconds until Korvo was back to being a squirming, moaning mess.

Korvo rested his hand on Terry’s head. “T-T-Terry, T-Terry! Oh, Terry!” 

After Terry deemed it wet enough, he finally gave his mouth a break. “Okay, don’t freak out,” he warned Korvo. 

“Why should I not freak out?” Korvo asked, freaking out already. 

“I’m gonna try a special Shlorpian sex technique on you.” 

Korvo has only ever had sex with Terry the traditional way--humping and twisting their roots around each other. “It won’t hurt, will it?” 

“Hmm--well--um---I wouldn’t say hurt?” 

“I do not like your hesitance.” 

“Okay, okay, okay! So, you twist up your partner’s root into a spiral-cone-thing, tuck that into their root-hole, and fuck it like a pussy, basically.” 

The image of it was vivid in Korvo’s head. It sounded so… demeaning and aggressive. “Okay.” 

Terry kissed him. “I love you!” He licks Korvo’s root and tries to coat as much saliva as he can on it before twisting the root as tight as he can. This, of course, is not the part where it hurts because their roots do not have pain receptors. With his other hand, he gently pries open Korvo’s root hole. 

Korvo groaned. He felt so violated in a way he had never felt before. It felt so lewd to have Terry stretch his root hole open. He bites his tongue when Terry starts fingering him. “Mmghh…!” It hurt so good. 

“Damn, Korvo, you’re so tight. Tighter than Honey Boo Boo’s training bra!” 

“Oh, shut up.” 

“Seriously, you make Terri look like a corner street hooker! Because you’re so tight, get it?” 

“Yes, Terry. I get it.” 

Terry lapped at Korvo’s hole, then stuck the tip of his tongue in. Breathy moans spilled out of Korvo as he clencher himself around Terry’s tongue. Terry went back to sucking on Korvo’s root while slowly pushing his finger inside of Korvo’s hole. Korvo’s moans crescendoed with every millimeter Terry pushed in. Terry tried to wriggle his finger and stretch out Korvo’s hole as much as he could before squeezing in another one. 

“Ahh… Ahh! T-Terry! Oh my god--Terry! Mmphh!” Korvo grinded his hips against Terry’s fingers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! T-Th-That feels s-so good!” He was close to cumming all over again. 

Terry took his mouth off of Korvo’s root and began twirling the root around his finger. He wasn’t one to brag, but it was known that he had the best root-twirling technique in his class. Korvo’s root was, thankfully, very flexible and easily conformed to the twirled form. Terry quickly shoved the root as deep into Korvo’s hole as possible. There was a soft squelch underneath Korvo’s grunts. Terry got on top of Korvo, pinned Korvo’s arms over his head, and kissed him as he gently pushed his root inside of Korvo. 

Korvo wrapped his legs around Terry’s hips. He finally understood the human concept of “heaven” and it was Terry holding him down and jack-hammering away at his hole. Within seconds, he was already cumming. His root clenched hard around Terry’s and squirted more lubrication for Terry to penetrate even deeper and harder. 

It wasn’t long until Terry cummed, too. His hot nectar filled Korvo up and leaked all over both of their groins. He slowed down, then eventually paused. This was usually around the time when Korvo started to cry again. He rested his sweaty forehead against Korvo’s. “Korvo?” 

The waterworks came back. “Terry, I love you so much! I-I-I’m sorry I keep crying d-during s-s-sex!” 

“It’s okay, I love you too.” He accepted more tear-stained kisses. “Do you wanna keep going?” 

Korvo shook his head no. 

Terry got off of Korvo and hugged Korvo and patted his back while he cried. “It’s okay, Korvy… I love you a lot, too! We have a house and replicants and a cute little Pupa--we really nailed this whole family thing, huh?” 

All in all, Terry would say that it was a very successful date night. 

#solar opposites #tervo #fanfiction #terry #korvo #terry x korvo #korvotron

[escapingreality1992]

Satisfaction Needed

Loki X OC - Mina has always finished herself off after meeting up with her fuck buddy. Her secret is revealed to Natasha and Wanda while walking. To make matters worse, she is told she needs to bring a date to an Avengers party. With her options limited, she chooses to go with Loki. She meets up with Emmett, her fuck buddy, before the party and again he denies her another orgasm putting an end to their relationship. Left with no time to masturbate, she changes and goes down to the party horny as hell. Once she lands on Loki’s thigh wrong, it does nothing to help her arousal. Loki pulls her aside and helps her deal with the situation.

Warnings: use of the word ‘slut’. Thigh Riding. Explicit Sex.

           Wanda, Natasha and I were taking a walk around the block, talking about life. We were best friends, enjoying each other’s company whenever we could. Somehow the subject changed from details of a future girls’ night to our love life; a secret of my own coming to life.

           “I thought I heard you masturbating the other night, Mina. Is Mr. Irish Eyes not doing it for you?” Natasha said.

           “Wow. Cut to chase Natasha. Don’t ease into the subject,” I said, sarcasm dripping from my tone.

           “Oh, I’m sorry. I just thought I’d ask. I wanted make sure you’re being satisfied,” she countered. I rolled my eyes, avoiding the question.

           “Out with it. Does he keep you entertained? Or does he bore you?” Wanda demanded. I could always count on my friends to be bold with me. They didn’t care who was around or how private the subject might be. Both women nudged their elbows into my side, attempting to get me to talk.

           “Stop. Stop. Fine. If you must know, Emmett doesn’t exactly let me…you know,”

           “Hah! He has a name. He doesn’t let you what? Spill!” Natasha pressed.

           “Finish. He won’t finish me off. He gets off, sure. When it comes to my orgasm, though, he doesn’t care. Just pulls out, leaving me throbbing. By the way, he’s not Irish. He’s purely American like me. With emerald eyes,” I confessed. Heat flooded my cheeks, traveling down to my neck. Wanda and Natasha stopped walking and traded looks with each other. Shock was evident on their features and I almost regretted telling them. Almost.

           “I’m sorry. Did you say he won’t let you orgasm? Is this every time or on occasion?” Wanda asked. The heat intensified, only answering her question further. Another exchange of a look.

           “Why are you still with him? I mean, that’s downright awful. What kind of a man doesn’t let a woman finish? How can he call himself a great boyfriend?” Wanda continued.

           “Ah. Well, he’s not my boyfriend. Technically speaking. We’re only fuck buddies. I don’t mind, really. I manage to take care of my issue when I get back to the compound. Before anyone notices. Except for Natasha, apparently,” I replied. I linked my arms through theirs, pulling them along to finish our walk.

           “Don’t feel bad, Mina. Nothing tends to get past me anyway. You should remedy this problem. Get rid of Emmett and date a real man,” Natasha commented. I laughed, grateful to have her as friend. I truly admired her honesty.

           “No time. Hence the fuck buddy,” I commented.

           “You could always date one of the boys. I hear Steve and Bucky are single. So are Sam, Thor and Loki,” Wanda suggested.

           “Too complicated, I think,”

           “It’s not that complicated. We’re all in the same field of work and we all live together. I think it might be easier with one of them,” Wanda argued.

           “Unless we break up. Then it’s just awkward. And I wouldn’t dare be fuck buddies with one of them. Natasha would only spy on us,” I quipped. She burst out laughing, knowing I was right. “Seriously, though. I’m okay with it. I don’t need to be set up with anyone. I’m not ready right now,”

           “Not ready for what?” Tony asked as we entered the compound. He followed us to the kitchen while we got water, continuing the conversation.

           “A relationship. Not that it’s any of your business, Stark,” I said. I shot him a snarky grin, skirting past him to the fridge.

           “Okay, ouch, Mina. I only asked a simple question. I wasn’t trying to get all up in your business. Speaking of relationships or in this case a date, who are you bringing to the party next week?” he shot back. He feigned being injured in his chest, which set us off laughing again.

           “No one. I kind of wanted to go alone. No attachments,”

           “You might want to rethink your decision. Bringing a date is mandatory. We’re all supposed to be paired up with someone, regardless of being in a relationship with someone,” he informed me. I groaned in frustration, my nose scrunching up in disgust.

           “Why? I can bet you 10 dollars Strange isn’t bringing anyone. He never brings anyone anyway. Why do we have to?” I complained.

           “One, he’s too busy to meet anyone to bring a date and two, he’s not coming this time. He got called off to another universe, which interferes with the date of the party,” Tony stated.

           “I doubt it’s the real reason he’s not coming. He probably heard a date was mandatory and opted out of it because he can’t find one. I’d be willing to bet no one in their right mind wants to date a second-rate sorcerer like him,” a new person said, joining the conversation. We all turned our attention to the source of the voice; Loki, God of Mischief. He chose not to dress in his usual Asgardian garb. The leather suit with his signature green and gold were gone replaced by a black tailored shirt – two buttons opened to show off a portion of his chest – and black pants. His raven black hair curled around his shoulders, those green eyes sparkling with a sort of malice as he spoke.

           “Brother, I don’t know why you have an issue with the wizard, but you should be a little nicer when talking about him. Try to be a little more polite,” Thor’s booming voice chimed.

           “Do you ever wear a shirt? Or is that just for public outings and not in the compound?” Nat asked. She gestured to the half-dressed God of Thunder. He only beamed a smile of confidence, showing of his muscles more.

           “Enjoying the sight, Natasha?” he said. She rolled her eyes and I snickered at her.

           “What about Steve? Bucky? Sam? Are they bringing someone?” I asked, turning the conversation back to the original topic.

           “Steve is bringing Sharon Carter, I believe. Bucky is going with Natasha. Sam has a reporter friend he’s planning on bringing. You know Wanda is going with Vision,” Tony answered.

           “Bruce?”

           “Sitting this one out,”

           “Clint?”

           “He’s bringing his wife. I’ve got Pepper before you ask. Which now leaves you, Thor and…Loki without a date,” he replied. Loki, without a date, I thought, weighing my options.

           “Mina, you could accompany me to the party. No one could ignore the God of Thunder and his beautiful siren,” Thor offered. He still beamed with confidence, but my mind was still caught on taking Loki to the party.

           “It’s probably too late to ask some civilian right?” I asked, drumming my nails on the counter, deciding whether or not to commit to my decision.

           “What about Emmett?” Wanda suggested. I waved it away with the flick of my wrist.

           “No, he doesn’t like events like these,”

           “Who’s Emmett?” Tony and I spoke at the same time.

           “Someone who I like to call around to fuck. He’s not important,” I answered his question. Silence filled the room as Tony, Thor, and Loki stared at me. Tony’s mouth had dropped open, his eyes had widened while processing the information. Loki arched an eyebrow, a smirk stretching his lips. Thor looked like a deer caught in headlights.

           “You have fuck buddy?”

           “I think I’ll go with Loki,” Again, Tony and I said at the same time.

           “One more time, Tony and we’ll have to play jinx,” I warned. He gulped, putting his hands up in surrender.

           “Did you say you’re taking Loki? Why on Earth would you do that?” Wanda asked. Thor’s smile had dropped once I had picked Loki. I think he would have preferred for me to take him.

           “He looks good in a suit. Plus, no one ever invites him to formal events, and I’d hate to allow him to sit alone in his room,” I replied, deliberately walking up to Loki. I let my hand rest against his chest, stroking his skin with my thumb.

           “Oh, this is going to be fun,” he commented, flashing a mischievous grin. I think it meant to intimidate me, but I flashed one of my own at him.

           “Looking forward to it,” I retorted. I winked, squeezing his bicep as I passed by. A mistake. I’d be eating those words at the party when I found myself in a sticky situation during the party itself.

  1 Week Later

           “Keep going. Yes. Just like that. Oh, god,” Emmett grunted, riding his orgasm high. He pulled out of me, rolling over to dispose of the condom. What was I thinking hooking back up with him? He called a few hours ago, begging to have a little fun.

           I said, ‘Why not?’ I still had a few hours before the Avengers’ party. We were celebrating another anniversary of the team. Part of the reason why we needed dates for the evening. The other part was it was more of a formal event and those who were visiting preferred us paired up with someone. Thor had managed to call Jane Foster, a former flame of his, and invited her to join him; no romance required. We were also the highlight of the party, which made it very important to have a date.

           Emmett and I picked a time, a little close to the time of the party for my liking. I thought maybe he’d be able to finish before I had to return to the compound to get ready. Emmett, however, had other plans. A longer foreplay, a little tying up to lead up to us fucking our brains out. More aptly put, it was up to me to fuck his brain out. Like always, he didn’t allow me to finish, my pussy throbbing for more.

           “Thanks, sweetheart. I needed that,” Emmett said. I sighed and checked my phone. 5:50 p.m. Shit. I bolted up and dressed quickly to head back home.

           “Hey, hey, hey. Where are you headed off to? I thought we could have dinner. Do this again,” he complained.

           “I can’t. I’ve got a party to go to. I’m going to be late. It starts at 6:30,” I explained, pulling on my boots.

           “Party? Need a date? We could fool around in your beloved compound if you like,”

           “You wouldn’t like it. Too formal. Besides, I already asked someone else. Uh, I don’t think we should do this anymore,”

           “Wait, what? Why not?” Emmett asked, sitting up.

           “For starters, you won’t let me orgasm. Ever. Not since we started this relationship, which isn’t really a relationship. I’m sorry but you’re not doing it for me anymore,” I replied.

           “Is this because of your date? Who is he, Mina? Are you interested in him?”

           “It’s not any of your business. We’re not friends and we’re certainly not dating. I don’t need to tell you everything that goes on in my life,”

           “It’s one of your Avengers friends isn’t it? Which one? Thor? Captain America? Everyone says they’re both dreamy. It must be one of them,”

           “No. Not one of them. It’s not as if you care. For your information, it happens to be Loki,”

           “I’d like to know who else you’re fucking. I didn’t know you were such a slut. Is he good in bed? Is he the real reason you’re ending this?” Emmett snapped. My blood was boiling during this argument.

           “Oh, for heaven’s sake, get over yourself. And your tiny cock. I’m not sleeping with him. To be honest, I’d rather fuck him than be with you anyway. Goodbye, Emmett,” I growled. I left, slamming the apartment door behind me.

              Arriving back at the compound, I rushed to get ready. I had no time to masturbate, knowing I’d be extremely horny while at the party. I wiped down, getting rid of the sweat covering my body and changed into the dress planned for this evening. The dress in question was a floor length, dark green one, which had straps that crossed over each other to show off my back. It had an intricate gold design on it and would catch anyone’s attention.

           I chose it specifically to please Loki, a nod to his signature choice of colors. I matched my makeup to the dress but kept it subtle so as to not hoard the gazes of the guests. I had just finished strapping on my heels when a knock sounded at my door.

           “It’s unlocked. Come in,” I called out, standing up. Loki walked in, wearing an all-black suit, his hair slicked back from his face. It still curled slightly around his shoulders but in a nicer way, increasing my attraction to him. My body responded and I mentally cursed myself for not being able to satisfy my cravings.

           “Ready to go?” he asked, offering me his arm. I nodded, taking it and he led us downstairs to the party.

              It was a mistake meeting Emmett for sex, I thought. I was struggling to keep it together, I had to admit. The throbbing had intensified, and I had to fight showing any sign of my sexual frustration on my face. It had grown to the point where I was now fidgeting with my hands. Anywhere. Talking to people, waiting in line for dinner. Everywhere.

           “Everything alright, Mina?” Loki asked me, as we waited for tonight’s dessert; Red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting and chocolate shavings.

           “I’m fine,” I lied, hoping he wouldn’t see through it.

           “Stop fidgeting. You’re making people nervous,” he whispered. His breath was cold against my skin and I shoved down the urge to push him down on the table and taking him in front of everyone. He placed a hand on the small of my back, I guess as a form of comfort. It did nothing for my arousal. Fuck, this is not good, I thought. It was now my turn to get a slice of cake and I quickly found a place to sit down, preferably away from him.

           I found a spot next to Natasha, focusing on eating the cake in front of me. I clenched my legs together to stop the throbbing between my thighs.

           “Something wrong?” Nat whispered in my ear. Damn, nothing ever gets by her, I thought. I leaned in as if to hug her.

           “I met up with Emmett. As usual, he didn’t let me finish. I didn’t have a chance to rub one out,” I told her, low enough for her ears only.

           “Ah. Please tell me you ended things with him,”

           “I did. I’m trying to make it through the party,” Natasha squeezed me, releasing my body to throw away her plate. I did the same, wanting another drink to distract myself. Tossing it back, I went to sit back down; Loki had already stolen my seat.

           “Why don’t you sit on my lap, darling?” he asked, flashing a smile. I hesitated, looking around to find a different spot. All the other seats were filled, leaving me no choice but to accept.

           “Relax. I promise I won’t do anything inappropriate,” he told me. His arms coiled around my waist, pulling me down onto his lap. Instead of landing on my ass, I landed on his thigh; It hit me right between my thighs and I really regretted not dealing with my arousal sooner. Under normal circumstances, this wouldn’t have been a big deal. This wasn’t normal circumstances.

           As I landed on his thigh, I had to bite back a moan as the friction jolted through me. I hid my face against his neck, my breath fanning on his skin.

           “Darling? Is something the matter?” Loki asked.

           “N-Nothing. Landed on your lap wrong, I think. That’s all,” I managed. I shifted to sit better on his lap; another mistake. My nails dug into his shoulder and a hushed ‘fuck’ escaped my lips.

           “Mina look at me,” Loki demanded. He lifted my chin with a finger, examining me. I knew what he might have seen. Pupils blown with lust, shallow breathing as if I was panting, flushed cheeks.

           “Will you excuse us? I believe Mina needs some air,” Loki addressed the group. They nodded and he helped me up, leading me to the third-floor balcony.

           “Tell me what’s wrong. Is it me? Do I get you all hot and bothered?” Loki asked. He shut the sliding glass door, shutting out any eavesdroppers.

           “It’s not you. Not really,” I responded.

           “Then, who? Oh. Don’t tell me. It’s the one you’re sleeping with isn’t it? Did you two not finish?”

           “He did. I didn’t have time to finish myself off,”

           “Finish yourself off? He left you unsatisfied. Is this the first time he didn’t get you off?” he asked. He pressed closer, pinning my body against the concrete wall. I laughed, pressing my legs tight together.

           “He never let me. I always took care of my own orgasm. In the privacy of my room,” I confessed. Thank god, I was already burning up. My face was already flushed from my arousal.

           “He…why did you continue meeting if he denied you orgasms? You should always be allowed to cum my dear. Unless you’ve been super naughty. Honestly, you should have come to me. I would’ve let you cum over and over again,”

           “I ended it today. I can’t stop the throbbing. It’s only gotten more intense as the night went on,” I said.

           “Allow me to help you,” Loki suggested. I nodded and he pressed his lips against mine. They were cool to the touch, yet soft. I kissed him back, wanting more of him. My hands clung to his waist and he nipped my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I let him slip past my barriers, his tongue dominating mine. I groaned, arching into his body, losing control. Never breaking our kiss, Loki bunched up my dress, draping it over his pants. He nudged my thighs apart with his knee, pulling me forward; his thigh brushed up against my folds and I moaned at the feel of it.

           “Loki…”

           “Ride it, sweetheart. Get yourself off on my thigh. I know you want to,” he ordered. He pressed down on my hips, the pressure eliciting another moan out of me.

           “But…your pants...will get soaked,” I panted.

           “Nothing magic can’t fix. Don’t worry about anyone seeing. No one ever comes up here,” he said. He rubbed against my aching core, coaxing me more. Caving, I ground against his thigh, creating enough friction to increase my pleasure. I gripped his shoulders to keep steady, moaning as I rode his thigh.

           “That’s it, my love. Keep going. I love the sound you’re making,” I rocked against him faster and faster until my orgasm rushed over me. I rested my head on his shoulder, breathing hard, my fluids soaking his pants.

           “Feel better?” he asked. I hummed my approval and he dropped his thigh, lifting my chin to devour my mouth with his own.

           “Let me show you how it’s really done,” he growled. He unbuckled his belt, unzipping his pants. He shoved them down along with his underwear, an item I had decided not to wear this evening. Loki lifted me up on his hips, slamming his cock into me. He held me against the wall, pounding into me. He would switch paces, making sure to pleasure me as long as possible. He worked me to my climax until it flooded over me. Loki kept thrusting, reaching his a few minutes later, while I reached my third orgasm of the night. We were both breathing hard, staying in place until we came down from our high. He put me down on the ground, redressing while I fixed the angle of my dress; he brought forth a new pair of pants to cover the evidence we did anything.

           “Anytime you feel the need to fuck, come find me,” Loki told me, kissing my lips again.

           “I might take you up on that,” I said, taking his arm to rejoin the party downstairs.

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TLT : Long Time Friends

the Synopsis

Rated : T for some coarse language and mentions of nudity, hazing, and alcohol abuse

The Living Tombstone fanfic loosely based on the song of the same name. It’s a story of a man having a quarter life crisis who has recently been developing a drinking problem after a long string of bad luck. Made worse by his roommate from hell that he’s known since high school whom he considers a “long time friend”.

All he wanted to do was sleep all day to get this hangover over and done with. He’s had enough of the excuses from his boss to get on him for. Recently he was given a warning of firing all because someone at High May’s Jr decided to post a picture of him buck naked after the 5th or 7th drink (or at least he thinks so). What made it worse was the fact that there is a poorly done almost homemade tattoo on his left buttocks of what looks like a tombstone with head phones. While yes, he did have another set of better quality tattoos on his shoulder blades of two haves of a tombstone with headphones but he assumed the only reason he got in trouble was because it was made public. Also the fact he was streaking at a bar and if what a mutual friend says is true, in the parking lot as well before blacking out. As a spokesperson for an energy drink company he was told to hold a certain image in order to keep his job. But that statement is rich coming from his boss who he had spotted multiple times there too. He murmurs “I swear that bad tattoo was because I lost a bet that night… ugh”

Another Little Abuse Another Pointless Excuse

Without warning, he felt someone grab him by the back of his neck. Before he could even react, he could hear “Surprise walking dead man!”. He was then shoved face first into something white with black dots that he couldn’t make out, he felt it violently pull at his eye brows and broke his nose upon impact. He rolled around hollering and grunting trying to get what was glued to his face off but to no avail. He opened his eyes and could see his “friend” whom he had known since high school snickering at him. “Hey now you don’t have to worry about wearing that stupid ass helmet you were bitching about. It ain’t exact but it would work.” Part of him wanted to punch him in the face for pulling something like this. However he just couldn’t because he was still hungover from the night before. And this “friend” was a stout but muscular 6’3” buck in his 30s. While he was just a 6’.11” bean pole in his mid 20s with very little muscle definition along with a developing beer gut who hasn’t really got to where he wanted in life. The strange thing was the room looked darker than usual; almost like wearing sunglasses indoors. The only thing he choked out was “This thing… on my face?”. The “friend” scoffs and shrugs “Don’t know, someone gave me it saying it was ‘the mask of greater understanding’ or some shit like that.” Even as a semi functional alcoholic he could tell that was a load of bullshit and this is just another pointless excuse for this friend to haze him. If this abuse escalates even further he swore to move out but that’s not even an option because of financial reasons and he’s not sure he can live alone to save his life; not for now at least he thought.

Later he looked in the mirror after his “friend” went off to work: he had a day off. He then noticed what was quite literally glued to his face: it was a matte white skull mask with wide black lenses that reflected light in such a way it made them almost looked like empty sockets. Also their were three semi circular teeth on the mask with the center one completely obscuring his already broken nose.  Then as soon as he blinked, the mask did so as well like it was a second face. Seeing this made him reel back and yell “HOLY SHIT! eck AH.!!” His back hit the bathroom door shut as he stumbles back panting trying to catch his breath. “What the hell even is this thing!?”. Being optimistic, he starts to grow fond of his new accessory (if it could be called that) and talks to himself “This thing couldn’t be that bad could it, I mean it kind of looks badass with the fohawk and sideburns right?”. He sighs and backs away from the mirror murmuring “Don’t fool yourself.”. Later that night, his “friend” gets back from work with some new wine that he got with his last pay check and gave him a glass saying “Truse man?”. He hesitated at first but since it was premium wine he relents with a shrug “Perhaps.” A part of him wanted to throw it back in his so called friend’s face and say no but how could he resist any offer of alcohol. 

Another Joke That's Not to Laugh At

The next morning, he wakes up to take a shower so he could head off to work. He murmurs “Why am I so itchy all the sudden? huh.. Maybe have to wash the sheets again… What a pain in the ass”. He doesn’t notice that his hair is slowly falling off as he scratches his head. Showering with that skull mask is a pain to deal with he admitted to himself because it was almost like wearing glasses but worse. He had to hold his hand to his forehead to keep the water out of the eye holes of the mask. All the sudden, he notices the water is at his ankles. He then looks at his feet and sees that the drain is clogged by a clump of dark brown hair; his hair. “Aw shit.. That better not be what I think that is…” The friend hanged out behind the bathroom door chuckling to himself whispering “Oh shit, this is gonna be lit.” He franticly bolts out of the shower stall towards the sink mirror still dripping wet with a towel around his hips. He then rubs the fog off the mirror and is horrified to see his hair was completely gone, it was now just stubble and stray curls barely clinging to his now bare head and shoulders. He lets out a piercing scream that rang out startling the neighboring tenants of the apartments they live in. He then yells “WHAT THE HELL!? WHY AM I BALD!?”. 

The friend busted open the door with his elbow “Hey man do you ever bother to lock the… Oh ho ho ho holy shit man it actually worked? Wow that’s one hell of a look for you Undead Mr. Clean” He just narrowed his eyes (or at least what now approximates them). “Wha… ARE YOU SHITTING ME RIGHT NOW?! uhh… oh no.” But all the sudden remembered; he has work today too. He groaned in frustration, murmuring curses and other unusual higher pitched noises as his “friend” laughed at his new look. “Hey dude look on the bright side, *snort* now your head is as hairless as your ass now.” Outraged he snaps right back at him “This is really not the time to be joking about this! What the hell did you put in that wine glass last night?”. The “friend” impishly pulled a vile of medicine from his pocket whistling a small tune. He snatched it out of the friend’s hands and looked at the label; he saw the word ‘dactinomycin’ in bold letters. His blood ran cold and was left speechless save some high pitched noises. “This shit has got to be illegal… how the hell did you get this?” he said in a dumbstruck tone. His “friend” just shrugs “My girl got it for me, said my grandma needed it.”. He looks at the “friend” with extreme disgust “Your a special kind of asshole you know that.”. He later gets dressed as his “friend” gave him a new name to go by “Undead Mr. Clean”. He just ignored his so called friend that literally just poisoned him for some kind of messed up joke. 

Another day, feeling like I don't belong

While driving he angrily murmurs “First the mask and now this… None of these ‘jokes’ are funny. (under gritted teeth hunching his back slightly) Not at all.” Work’s going to be hell he just knows it. He had to put his hoodie over his face so no one could even recognize him if they could at all. He was always the odd man out when it came to his work even though he was practically the poster boy for the company. He only had handful of friendly acquaintances there as well that made it semi bearable. He sighed “Make it through the week and meet up with your actual friends this weekend.” Then he mutters under his breath “That’s just great. I know I’ll regret saying it but what could possibly be worse then having a mask glued to my damn face or slipped a cancer drug that made my hair fall out? Seriously what?!” He pauses for a moment and notices that he’s 10 minutes late to work. Then he yells in an indignant tone “Oh GOD, WHAT AM I SAYING?! HAVE I LOST MY FU…ek… hah!?”. He narrowly avoids a curb in his workplace parking lot; he’s lucky he didn’t crash. He already had his driver’s license suspended a year ago because of a DUI after running into a lamp post. This day is going to be a living hell for certain. 

Author’s Note: This sort of takes place within an alternate universe before the events of “Drunk” where Skulldude gets his signature appearance i.e skull mask and bald head. This also based on my crack pot theory that it was just an elaborate cruel joke. He’s not directly named either because it would be awkward.

#the living tombstone #tlt zero_one #fanfic #song fanfic