#( . ehhh this was a little hard to answer

[lxnarphase]

As a society we need to appreciate Suguru fingerfucking fem!reader as if it was nothing but an everyday task.

yes i have an indifference kink.

━━ ❝ INCOMING CALL : S. GOJO!!! ❞

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : suguru isn't going to let a phone call interrupt his wrist work out, especially when he realizes who's calling

☾₊‧⁺...cw : suguru geto x fem!reader ft. satoru gojo, smut, fingerfucking, pre-established relationship, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, begging, suguru and satoru being perverts, suguru is a bad influence

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : mmm iM A FREAK !!! sorry i couldnt help but throw gojo in there too for a lil extraness so i hope u like it, suguru is just a big meanie but i love it

"oh, satoru's calling."

beep.

"hey, satoru, what's up?"

he was annoying. so, so, SO annoying.

only suguru would have the fucking nerve to whine and beg for you to leave the comfort of your soft sheets on the bed on your rest day to sit on the couch next to him while he watches some game show.

only suguru would pat your thighs, muttering a little 'open up, baby' without taking his eyes off the screen, acting as if he's more into it than you.

only suguru would smirk as he slips his fingers inside your soft pussy, humming as he slowly feels you begin to soak his fingers, teasing you on how quickly you get wet for him.

and only suguru would answer his fucking phone to gojo satoru of all people while he plays with your pussy.

"ehhh? you want to come over? but you were just here this morning," suguru hums into the phone, acting as if his fingers aren't swirling circles into your clit. it's so unfair, he's so good with his hands that you aren't sure how you're gonna be able to stay quiet. satoru never knew when to shut up, especially on the phone.

"aww, but i didn't get to see pipsqueak today!"

that makes you huff, annoyance crossing your features. you were not that small! satoru and suguru were just! abnormally tall!

before you can even mutter a snide comment, suguru slips his fingers back into you, smirking when you gasp so sweetly. your gushing all over his slender fingers and he's relishing the tight heat that envelops him.

"aww, satoru," suguru fucking purrs into the phone, not missing the way satoru's teasing comments pause for a moment nor the way you shook him a look. you know that tone, you know it better than anyone.

suguru is up to no fucking good.

"you're right, you did miss her. poor thing was so tired from last night, she needed to sleep in." suguru's focus is back on the TV, voice mischievous as he picks up pace with his finger, wanting to see if he could get you to crack.

"s-sugu," you whimper, a hand coming to cover your mouth. you didn't want to get too loud, the embarrassment of satoru possibly hearing you sounding worse than death. suguru nearly groaned into the phone, feeling how you squeezed on him.

"awww, baby, thinkin' about satoru hearing you is getting you this wet? hm?"

suguru's grip on your thigh to keep you spread for him is firm, his fingers digging into your soft skin as he holds you in place. it's so unfair how he continues to multitask so effortlessly, his phone in his other hand away from his face so he can say such filthy things to you.

it's unfair because it's just making you wetter.

"it's so cute how you get so wet for me, soaking my hand just from two fingers...now shh, baby, i gotta talk to satoru," he coos at you, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, like he's not fucking your cunt open with those slender digits of his.

without hesitation, he maneuvers his fingers deeper into the plush, wet heat of your pussy, curling them in a way that made your body arch instinctively as he brings his phone back to his ear, talking to satoru like nothing is happening.

while satoru continues to talk suguru's ear off, you are struggling so bad. it's hard to stay quiet with the way he's touching you. you don't get it, why is he still on the phone? each stroke of his stupid fingers keeps you wound up, unable to think properly, which lets to a sweet whimper leaving you before you can stop it.

"shhh, keep it down, baby," suguru whispers, leaning closer to you, his breath hot against your cheek. "we don't want satoru to hear what a naughty little slut you're being for me, would we?" he's so cruel, his words only making you shiver at the thrill of the situation. feeling you clench on his fingers, he hums curouisly. "oh..? maybe you do. you wanna have satoru hear you get your pussy played with?"

you shake your head, not wanting to deal with the endless teasing from suguru and satoru from being in this situation. but while you was keeping your mouth shut, your pussy betrays you. you're so wet, the sounds of your cunt gushing and sloshing around his fingers start to get picked up by the phone, and satoru noticed.

he could fucking hear the wet slick noises of suguru's fingers messing up your soft slit, and the sound stuns him into silence. he glups, something suguru hears and can't help but smirk about.

he's got the both of you exactly where he wants you.

after a few moments of silence, satoru clears his throat.

"i-is, uh...is she there?"

he's...he's curious, so curious to see if suguru will keep playing this game, keep pretending like he's not fucking you open with his fingers so good that he can hear it through the phone. shit, he's getting so hard from this, he feels like a fucking perv.

suguru's eyes flash with something dangerous at satoru's shaky words, his smirk turning almost evil. you want to glare at him, do something for putting you in such an embarrassing situation, but you just can't. not with how good he's making you feel and how the thought of satoru hearing you makes your walls clamp on his fingers.

suguru maintains his composure, fingers never faltering their movements in and out of your dripping cunt. "mm, i dunno, satoru, what do you think," he asks coolly, his voice a seductive blend of mockery and affection.

"suguruuu, h-he's gonna hear me," you whimper as your arm reaches out to grip his wrist, trying to stop his fingers from moving anymore. it was so messy sounding, your face was on fire. god, why did you have to get so wet from suguru being so mean?!

your breaths come in ragged gasps, hips moving instinctively against suguru's hand, unconsciously seeking more. you just can't help it, he's playing with your pussy so good, it's making your brain mushy.

the squelching sound of your slick wetness is unmistakable to satoru. on the other side of the phone, he's got his phone squished against his ear as much as possible, desperate to hear all of your noises. he's...he's hard, but he can't touch, not yet, he doesn't want any distractions from this.

"fuck, i-i can hear her, suguru...i-is she really wet?"

"mhm. she's dripping, 'toru, all over the couch."

without missing a beat, suguru moves the phone closer to you, continuing work his fingers inside your dripping slit. if you say anything, he'd just smirk at you and say he's just repositioning so his hand doesn't hurt.

but you know he's moving it closer to give satoru a better chance of hearing all your noises. and it just makes you squeeze on his fingers, your juices dripping down his wrist.

"here, angel. talk to satoru for me, yeah?"

...oh, what the hell?

your brain is already fucking melting out of your ears, you don't even think about what would happen if you take the phone. your hand trembles as you take the phone, the other hand clutching at the couch cushions for support.

the moment you bring the phone to you, you can hear satoru's excited breathing, the anticipation practically radiating through the speaker.

"h-hi, satoru..." you manage to greet him, voice breaking as suguru finds another sensitive spot within you, his free hand now pressing down on your tummy as he really starts to fuck you with his fingers.

"h-hey, sweet thing," satoru tries to purr, but it just comes out like a desperate sigh, a mix of curiosity and arousal clear in his tone. "you...you sound so pretty..."

suguru doesn't relent for a moment, his pretty fingers plunging and twisting inside you. sure, he wants you to be able to talk to satoru, but that doesn't mean you have to be incoherent. no, he wants you to be unable to hold back those moans from him.

who cares if his best friend is on the other line?

"c'mon, princess, tell him how you're feelin'," suguru whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "let him know how good 'm makin' your pretty pussy feel right now."

his voice sounds so good in your ear, your grip on the phone tightening as you try to hold onto the last shred of your composure.

"s-sugu, don't talk t' me like that, fuck, 's so embarrassing..."

he knows you don't mean it, not when he feels your gummy walls clench on him like that. you like it, you like when he's mean, when he makes you talk to him and tell him how good he's making you feel. but it feels even better because you know satoru is gonna hear how good suguru, his best friend, makes you feel with just his fingers.

the sensation of suguru's fingers, slick and sticky with your arousal, moving relentlessly inside your soft pussy and pressing against that fucking spot that makes you gush all over his hands, is making having any coherent thought nearly impossible.

"s-suguruuu, i-i can't, 'm gonna—!"

on the other end, satoru bites his lip to muffle his groan, the mental image of the scene flashing in his mind. his mind is going blank as the wet sounds of his best friend's fingers and your labored breaths and broken little moans fills his ears.

but then, they stop.

you let out the prettiest little moan and satoru feel his cock throb in his sweats, the feeling of precum leaking out making him shiver.

god, he wants to hear you like that all the time...

"s-suguru, why'd you—?"

"are you coming over or not, satoru? wouldn't you rather see her than hear her? if you come over, i'll teach you how t' make her squirt."

that seems to be all it takes to get him to keen, a high pitched and pathetic whimper coming from satoru's end of the call. who knew suguru could get the strongest to make such a sound just from a simple set of words?

"i'm on my way right now, please, don't let her cum without me there."

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[alexawynters]

Mommy Knows Best - w.m x r blurb

Summary: Wanda convincing R to let her to all the thinking for her

Warnings: Ehhh... allusions to manipulation, kidnapping, stalking.

A/N: So ahhh... I wrote this in 15 minutes while at work in a part of the office I very much didn't want to be in. This isn't connected to anything. I don't intend on expanding this bc I have no spoons and the plot bunnies won't settle on anything definitively. But if anybody wants to take a crack at it, pleeeeaaase do! Just like.. link me so I can read it because I am thirsty. Also all of this was typed up on my phone so sorry for any typos, or formatting issues. I left my laptop at home today like a dumbass..

Wanda's hand cradled your face with a gentle yet possessive grip. "I knew that you needed me the moment I laid eyes on you in that coffee shop."

Your eyes widened at the older woman's confession. Out of all the times you had met up with Wanda, it had never been at a coffee shop. Her implication that she had been watching you sent a bolt of fear down your spine.

"Such a sweet little thing, so easily flustered." She appraised you with a keen eye, searching for any hint that you might try to run. "You were just trying to substitute the milk in your coffee order, yet you couldn't even do that without nearly breaking out into tears. Poor thing. You just needed your Mommy to do all your difficult thinking for you, huh?"

The older woman's voice had taken on an almost saccharine quality, while simultaneously dripping with condescension. You couldn't have explained it if you tried, but something about her tone, her words, turned your head all fuzzy.

Alarm bells that should have been clanging loudly were but a distant detail in your peripheral, not worthy of your attention when the alternative was listening to Wanda's honeyed voice. You should be concerned. A normal person would be leaving this crazy woman as fast as their legs could carry them. Yet instead, you practically meted into Wanda's touch, almost craving it.

The witch gave a subtle smirk at the way your eyes glossed over when she talked down to you. This was going to be even easier than Wanda had thought. She might not even need to use her magic if you were already this responsive to her. Frankly, Wanda was delighted.

"Use your words, kotenok. I know you're just a dumb baby, and words are hard, but when Mommy asks you a question, I expect an answer."

Her grip turned firm, border lining on painful. Glassy eyes snapped open.

"Y-yes, Mommy. I just needed you to do all the thinking for me."

Your face flushed bright red as you spoke the words, but you couldn't bring yourself to take them back. Now that they had been released into the universe, the words rang true for you. They simply felt... right. Your trusting gaze met Wanda's domineering one, seeking any sign of her approval.

The older woman gave a salacious grin, very much reminiscent of a cat who caught the canary. "There's my good girl," she cooed, caressing the apple of your cheek with her thumb.

Lulled into a false sense of safety and security, you tilted your head. Leaning into her touch, you were practically simpering from her praise and touch. Why had you ever been concerned, you wondered? This was Wanda. She would always take care of you. She would never even dream of harming you. If only you knew the extent of the very real danger you were in, you might have tried to run. Not that you would have gotten far, but Wanda might have enjoyed the thrill of the chase.

Nevertheless, she had you right where she wanted you and why make it unpleasant when you were so... willing? The witch reveled in how pliant you were. Like putty in her hands, ready to be shaped and molded into the perfect plaything for her.

"Now kotenok," she said softly. "Why don't you go get changed into something comfortable and we can watch movies? I took the liberty of bringing over some of your clothes from your apartment as you won't be staying there anymore."

The former Avenger patted your cheek gently, sending you off on your way. It was only a few feet you had made before hesitating, turning to look at the older woman.

"Mommy...." You tried the title, and it rolled off your tongue surprisingly easily. "Why. won't I be staying at my apartment anymore? I'm still paying rent on it for another seven months." Uncertainty rolled off of you in waves.

Wanda bit the inside of her cheek, reigning her temper in. She needed to be understanding, but firm with you if she planned to get you completely under her thumb without scaring you off.

"You let Mommy worry about all of that. Those are big girl thoughts, and you wanted Mommy to do all the thinking for you, isn't that right?" Her voice was filled with exaggerated patience and condescension.

Part of you wanted to push the question. If you weren't going to be staying at your flat anymore then Wanda must mean for you to stay with her. Unfortunately, you couldn't afford rent in both places, so if you needed to sublet your flat, the sooner you knew for sure, the better. Not once did you question how, when, or why the redhead had picked up your clothes, being so focused about this rent situation.

Still, as you caught Wanda's steadily hardening gaze due to your lack of immediate cooperation, you could have sworn you almost saw a subtle flash of scarlet in her eyes. Opting not to upset the woman you were quickly falling for, you promptly turned on your heel, intent on doing as she had asked.

Unbeknownst to you, Wanda Maximoff was observing your trailing form with a razor-sharp gaze. She felt triumphant, everything was going according to plan, and you were honestly making it too easy on her. Soon you would belong to her, and by the time you realized, it would be too late.

A/N 2: What are we thinking? Bin it? Try to write it from the beginning? Or maybe keep going and only have the beginning appear in flashback format? I know I need to update Scarlet Whispers and I'm gonna, I swear! Just... effort. lol

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

i doubt that Arata's going to make any major appearances now, but i think it would be so funny if VBS starts travelling and he is made to supervise them, because Ken is busy and tells the kids, "sorry, i am not trusting you guys by yourselves abroad in a million years." so he calls up Arata, since he's travelled before (to America)

Arata is like "yeah, sure. how hard could it be?"

about everything that could go wrong goes wrong.

in the middle of the night, they were all meant to meet at WEG, from where Ken would drive them to the airport. all of them except Toya forgot at least one thing at home and had to go all the way back to retrieve it.

Arata ordered a cup of strong coffee while they all waited for An to come back after running up to her room for the sixteenth time.

at security, An, Akito and Arata seem to accidentally create a "whose jewellery can set off the metal detector more" competition. Toya is highly disappointed in Akito. and just before the trip, Emu had given Kohane a tiny little robot that has recorded messages from all of W x S, to remember them by while she's away!! so cute!!

it gets Kohane pulled away to be searched.

not even anything dodgy in it, it's just as if the machines could detect the Made In Rui Kamishiro's Room essence. Kohane was terrified. it took Arata, Akito and Toya to hold An back from fighting security and getting them all arrested. Rui woke up at home a few hours later to fifty missed calls from Akito, An and the airline.

Arata bought another coffee at duty free afterwards.

oh, and since i'm silly about my headcanon of Iori and Arata being twins, STANDOUT happens to be doing a world tour at the same time. Arata prayed he would not see his sister at the airport. he is not God's favourite. she sees him struggling with the kids and immediately takes the piss. he retorts that he hopes her plane crashes. nearly gets jumped by the other band members (minus Mio)

he needed two coffees to recover from that.

Kohane is super excited about taking as many photos as she can while in the airport, wanting to capture everything. Arata sees her struggling with holding the camera while dragging her suitcase and decides to be nice, offering to hold it. she accidentally calls him nii-san and he feels joy for the first time, thinking that maybe it's all worth it. which is very quickly dissolved when An takes him holding Kohane's bag as an invitation to drop her bag on him ("cheers, Arata!!"), followed by Akito. Toya tries to scold them and help carry all the things, though sheepishly finds that he does not have the strength to.

"why the fuck do i bother." ~ Arata Tono, 2024, on his fifth coffee.

Arata gets a call from Souma checking up on him and is so relieved that he's positively beaming (and maybe even tearing up) while he walks away to answer.

"ehhh, he hasn't smiled at us like that all night, even though we've been so good!!" ~ An. she and Akito tease the hell out of his relationship with Souma when he returns.

while waiting to board the plane, he has to deal with standing next to a bickering An and Akito, the sleepiness starting to really get to the both of them, making them more snappy. Toya is starting to really realise that flights involve... heights. and is staring into space while having a silent panic attack. Kohane unintentionally wanders off to go take more photos, nearly giving Arata a heart attack when he thinks he's lost her. or that might've just been the caffeine.

he is unable to buy another cup of coffee at this time.

the second Arata gets into his plane seat, he goes "do not talk to me" to all of them and immediately falls asleep. some poor flight attendant has to shake him awake to ask him to put his belt on because he'd forgotten. he starts sobbing right then and there.

he gets to order his now hourly coffee from that same flight attendant a bit later.

he tries to drift off once more, though is awoken again, this time by poor Toya in the middle seat digging his fingernails into both his and Akito's arms from fear, like a cat, while the plane takes off.

Arata downs some more coffee and reflects every one of his life's decisions while his arm is taken hostage.

An, who is much too peppy at this sort of hour, in Arata's opinion, reaches across the aisle every ten minutes to shake his free arm and ask "are we there yet??" so he makes Toya keep an eye on how many exact miles away they are and regularly report it to her, to both distract him from the height and satisfy An's curiosity.

when they arrive at their destination, VBS is ecstatic. Arata promptly goes to his room in the hotel and passes out for about twelve hours.

he gets offered coffee during breakfast and feels sick at the thought... before remembering that he's with this lot for a good few days and quickly accepts.

[nmakii]

omgg bachira and the little mermaid?

kiss the girl

— bachira m. x the little mermaid

entry two of “someday, my prince will come”

even as the prince of a very lively and musical underwater kingdom, meguru bachira was considered rebellious. all the freedom lavinho gives him, yet he still decides to break the one rule he was given— do not swim to the surface.

he just couldn’t help it! especially when breaking that rule saved the life of a beautiful princess whose ship was turned upside down by the storm.

eyes fluttered shut, and her hair wet with salt water. her clothes were soaked, she would’ve been freezing if it weren’t for the sun rays shining on the beach. it was unkempt, but it was beautiful all the same. her rosy lips shimmering and the steady rise of your chest— it would be beautiful to stay here forever.

and yet, he couldn’t. the moment was fleeting as your servant, kunigami ran to your aid— forcing him to hide away. cause no matter how rebellious he was, bachira knew of the dangers humans bring. slaughter, kidnapping… who knows what would happen if they learnt of mermaids.

ah..! what if he simply became human? easy peasy. but, uh… how does he do that?

“…it’s simple, really” the sea eel hummed. “all you must do is visit the sea wizard, barou.” he nonchalantly answered. “ah, niko! that macabre coral temple is so un-stylish. while the lion head sculptures are stylish, too many is simply tacky.” the accompanying eel sighed, his unusually long fins vibrating with the waves of the ocean.

“ahh, just visit the old sea wizard barou, huh? alright! take me there!” bachira cheered. the two eels were more or less… confused by his reaction, but they took him to the sea wizard nonetheless.

“bachira! are you crazy?!” isagi the flounder fish yelled, his little fins working twice as hard to keep up with the bubbly prince. “crazy… crazy in love, maybe!” bachira laughed out loud.

“for a human girl you’ve never even spoken to?!” the fish yelled. bachira pouted, “it’s more than that, isagi..! our connection goes beyond words!”niko couldn’t help raising an eyebrow at that statement. beyond words, huh? “we’re here.” he announced.

the temple was beyond breathtaking. the colorful exterior of purple and red, along with the long riveting layers of seaweed that hang across, most especially in the front, creating a curtain.

bachira takes the liberty of diving right in. literally.

his fin flaps hurriedly, searching for the wizard. and when he finally does… “ah, it’s him!”

“hm? who is this, niko? another donkey?” barou scoffed. bachira pouted at the insult. “make me a human!” he demanded. barou only turned his back, rolling his eyes. “what a wasteful wish. no thanks.”

“what?!” bachira exclaimed. “there’s nothing that makes being a human worth it. it’s a wasteful wish.” he explained, swimming to his bedroom as he left a dark trail of squid ink. “please!” bachira pleaded. “th…there’s this girl…” he finally admitted, stopping barou in his tracks.

his eye twitched with irritation. “y…you fell in love with a human girl?” he asked, to which bachira mindlessly nodded. barou rolled his eyes, trying to think of a reason to say no.

luckily for bachira, his overwhelming personality was one strong enough to contradict any defiance from the sea wizard. “…fine. but, i don’t do wishes without something in return.” he warned. ��i want… your voice.”

his eyes widened as he was taken aback. “how would i talk to her though?” he frowned. “body language, charades… it’s not my problem. i just want to get you to shut up for a while.” barou shrugged. “if you can’t get her to fall in love with you in three days, i’ll turn you back into a merman, and you’ll have to serve me. got it?”

bachira sucked his teeth at the internal conflict. it was his love, or his freedom. no— he was confident he could do it. “ehhh… fine! deal.” he nodded, eyes full of determination like a man on a mission.

and with the glow of his cauldron and a flick of his wrist, meguru bachira had legs.

landing on the same beach he placed you on when your ship turned over, the sun was hot. for the first time, the lower half of his body was warm, kissed by the sun.

“ah! why’s there a naked guy on the beach..!” you exclaimed, quickly taking off your overcoat and placing it upon the mysterious man, saving him his dignity. “sir..? are you alright?” you call out, gently tapping his cheek.

as bachira opened his eyes, he saw your face shadowed by the radiant sunlight. the scene before him almost mirroring what had happened after he saved you. “oh, good! you’re alive…” you sighed in relief. “what’s your name, sir?” you asked.

bachira’s mouth opened to speak, but no words fell from his lips. “…you can’t talk?” you frown, and he sadly nodded in return. his frown quickly left, however, after he realized he could write his name in the sand.

“…meguru? ah, that’s a pretty name.. i’m s/o.” you smile. “ah..! i’m sorry, where are my manners? come! i’ll tell my maids to give you some clothes.” you quickly stood back up, dusting the sand from your dress.

using his arms as leverage, bachira stood up as well, but quickly fell back down. “are your legs alright..?!” you asked, helping him up. bachira only gave a sorry smile.

you sighed in determination. ‘what does he do to get all these muscles, geez…’ it would be hard to support him all the way back to the castle, but it was better than letting him sit around as you run back to get servants to help.

he’s vulnerable! what if bandits come and take him? no way. “come on. i’ll help you walk, okay?” you hum.

and, bachira smiles. his cheeks flush under the hot ruby sun. what a generous princess! you were definitely the right person for him. he nods, limping as his leg muscles struggle to take the first few steps of his life.

his throat silently vibrates with content as the two of you slowly make your way to the castle, bachira leaning his head against your shoulder.

three days? this should be easy.

[kolyubov]

Say your French goodbye

✧ pairing. pm!dazai x gn!reader

✧ word count. 1k

✧ contents. angst? petnames (sweets, darling), ooc pm!dazai.

✧ author's note. hai :3 this may be written kinda weird because i'm experimenting with my writing !! hopefully it's still enjoyable <3

Dazai wishes to enjoy this moment; you lying on top of him with his arms wrapped around your form, breathing slowly against his chest, your eyelashes resting against your soft cheeks, your lips parted just slightly— he's holding back from just grabbing your face and pampering you with kisses, aching to feel that softness against his lips.

But he can't. He can't even let himself enjoy your presence, trying to warm his whole being; his soul.

It's wrong.

He knows he shouldn't be this attached to someone.

When he lets his guard down, allowing himself to enjoy the company of another human, life takes them away from his path one way or another.

It's always been like that.

—

Your couch feels much more comfortable than his bed, naturally, and your apartment seems too colorful for his eyes in comparison to the cold steel walls of the container where he “lives”.

He wonders what you'll think if you ever find out about his questionable lifestyle.

“Osamu…”

Dazai's attention is almost immediately back to you, watching as you snuggle and rub your cheek against his chest with your eyes still closed. The way his name sounds coming from your lips has his heart skipping a beat… He’s ashamed you’ll feel how pathetically it beats for the sound of your voice alone.

“Something's wrong?” He whispered, not wanting to break the small moment of peace for you. His fingers slowly ran through your hair, twirling it a little at the ends. “Ready to go to bed, darl’?”

His uncovered eye was hard on you, carefully analyzing your body language for any indication that you felt uncomfortable.

“You're pretty silent… Is something wrong?” You ask, and Dazai doesn't answer your question, only letting his head fall back against one of your couch's pillows; his lips part for a moment, and just as he is about to speak, he closes them again.

All of this is wrong…

He knows someday you'll be ripped off his life, he can't avoid that fate that awaits him, but Dazai is more afraid of you ending up hurt because of his fault. Considering his position as an executive of the Port Mafia, many could use you in order to threaten him.

For your own good, he should let you live a quiet life.

Dazai places his hands on your waist, firmly pushing you off him to lie on his side instead, “Sweets, it's kinda late. Why don't you go to sleep, yeah?”

When he briefly glanced at your expression, you were facing him with a pout on those lips that he couldn't take his eyes away from.

“Why don't you stay? You can sleep here, on the couch, or if you're comfortable enough, maybe in my bed!” There was no hidden meaning behind those words, you really wished for him to take a rest for once, “We can even have a slumber party!”

“Ehhh… I don't have any pajamas and sleeping in a suit is…” He trails off as your hand reaches out for his arm, but he’s already pulling away and sitting on the edge of the couch, not facing you.

“I'll lend you my clothes! I have some oversized pieces that could fit you.”

Dazai rolled his eyes, amused by your attempts to make him stay. He didn’t want to keep inventing more excuses in order to avoid staying, but knowing how stubborn you were, being honest won't work either— If anything, it'll be much harder for him to leave that way.

When he was just about to get up, ready to leave and maybe disappear forever before fucking up your life, your arms wrapped around his waist from behind, trapping him with you.

“Please, stay…” You murmur against his back. The softness of your plea has him biting his lower lip anxiously as a storm builds up inside his head. He is a heartless mafia executive, so why's it so easy for you to grip his frozen heart and melt his resistance away?

Dazai's hands rest above yours, kindly trying to push them away, but your grip was strong— He wouldn't want to use too much force accidentally. The last thing he wishes to do is hurt you.

“Darling, I'm busy. You know how the mafia works. Can you take those cute hands away and let me go?” Seeing no answer from you, he gave your hands a few pats, “C'mon, or do you want Chuuya to punch my face for being late again?”

With that, he felt your grip soften, leaving him the opportunity to stand up from your couch. When he turns around to face you, a small chuckle escapes him at the sight of your defeated pout.

“Will you come tomorrow too…?”

Dazai purses his lips and looks away. Conflicted.

Both his mind and heart were arguing whether to stay and appreciate these moments with you before everything comes to an end or be selfish, spend more time with you, and put your life in danger for being in a relationship with a mafioso.

His presence is nothing but an inconvenience.

Maybe he wasn't meant to love, maybe he was never meant to care for another human being, at least in the way you cared so sweetly for him. He doesn't get along with most people after all.

“…Sure.” He replies, his voice soft as a hand reaches for your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin for a few seconds, enjoying the lasting moments.

Before he could leave, you pull him for a hug that leaves him stunned. Everything stops; his breathing, his heart, his mind— All because of your sudden display of affection. A hug was something he wasn't used to. It took him a while until his arms wrapped around your body, letting you melt against him.

No words were coming from any of you, just calm breathing and small caresses over each other's back in your dimly lit living room. The embrace lasted for a few minutes until you pulled away. Your eyes meet his, trying to see through him, wishing you could just tell him everything your heart yearns for.

“Take care, Osamu…”

Dazai gave you one last small smile, squeezing your hand in his hand before walking away, opening the door of your apartment, not glancing back, as he disappeared in the dark.

Maybe, one day, he'll figure out how to make his life less miserable; someday, he could let himself enjoy your presence without fearing the consequences of his existence.

Maybe one day he'll change.

© 2024 kolyubov — Do not copy, repost, or recommend my works on other platforms. reblogs are welcomed and appreciated!

[hellodaekko]

Morgan has had crushes before but those hopes get kinda dashed due to the nature of his powers. He always dreamed of meeting someone and getting to know them organically and it gets ripped from him so early on. He resigns himself into accepting that if he met someone he was interested in, its likely he'll never get to experience that mutual slow burn connection that non-seers get to.

Enter Seer Obscura and oh my god his heart just sings with joy because OH SHIT!! SOMEONE LIKE ME!! SOMEONE LIKE ME WHO IS HOT!!! SOMEONE LIKE ME WHO IS HOT AND A LITTLE UNNERVING AND I GET TO LEARN ABOUT THEM IN A WAY THATS ORGANIC AND THATS HOT!!!!! At first its just a physical, face value attraction because he knows next to nothing about them upon first meeting and they're just like... kinda scary? Intimidating? Most people avert their gaze when meeting his, and as much as he prefers that people treat him like he's a person, he's pretty used to the opposite. That became his normal. But Seer Obscura just. Stares back.

Intensely, and unwavering. At least most people can agree that Morgan is a very kind man--polite and patient--so faltering from his gaze isn't from any sort of fear from them or an intensity that he gives off. That is not the case for Seer Obscura. There is no sweet smile to accompany their line of sight. Just deadpanned and straight-lipped.

When they choose to ignore some of his prodding they just stare at him. There isn't a response that beats around the bush, a response that playfully avoids questions that they aren't comfortable answering yet, just silence. The occasional twitch of their lip indicates that they were going to respond...and then choose not to. They pick a question from the litter another moment later, and answer that one. That's hot. Maybe it's a little rude? No, it would be more rude if they chose to not engage with him at all after requesting to see someone-- the other seers definitely would not have had the patience to be as genuinely understanding as he's trying to be. Ehhh, they have pretty eyes its okay. It helps him feel more at ease. At least they aren't being passive aggressive. They don't have that same sickly saccharine lilt in their voice when they answer that other people do. He hates when people treat him like that. He decides he enjoys this sense of honesty. He tries to very casually invite them into his life via friendship. He understands if they decide to fuck off forever after this initial encounter in the Sodality office but when they agree to stick around, be in his company in the future, to accept his guidance? It takes everything in him not to jump and click his heels together. BECAUSE MORE THAN ANYTHING he's just soooo excited that he isn't alone anymore. Seer Obscura could've came to him as an elderly person with five kids and 8 grandchildren and he still would've tried to befriend them because finally someone gets him. Finally, he meets someone in this world that he can get to know as opposed to knowing them already while he remains a total stranger. When Seer Obscura first calls him in the dead of night, he finds he's more honest in his feelings. Much easier to make laugh than usual, and it's not very hard normally. They're really funny, in all of their awkwardness. Because that's really what that intensity actually is-- just awkward and quiet. Why answer something you're unsure about when you can take your time to be honest and sure in your choice of words. They don't award people a smile when it's unnecessary, if they aren't happy, if something isn't funny, why should they smile? They don't feel any better doing it. It makes other people feel more at ease, but they don't. An interaction doesn't magically become easier for them by adding a bunch of fluff to it. "I like to take my time to think. People say they appreciate others being careful with what they say, but they want it done quickly. I can't do that-- I'm just not wired that way. So I'll stay quiet and think until I'm satisfied with what I'm trying to convey. Maybe I should mention it when I first talk to someone." That's how they think anyway, and Morgan finds it fascinating. He hangs on every word, every breath, because of it. He has to keep himself from giggling like a schoolgirl when his offer of breakfast makes Seer Obscura laugh. He made them laugh. 'I made them laugh' Seer Obscura notices the glimmer in his eye, the bite of his lip as he tries to keep himself from smiling as he guides them into the kitchen. They can barely make out the pink dusting the apples of his cheeks, the tips of his ears. They don't comment on it. They don't have to. It's small, but they smile again.

[redwryvernwrites]

With the latest chapter and also that last ask I sent to the ask blog, I think it’s gonna be really funny if/when Kilo finds out that D-16/Megatron is Termagax’s kid

Like I don’t imagine it’d change her views on Megatron, at least not to any notable extent, but I feel like she might have to choose words to describe Termagax carefully if he wants to hear more about his creator from some of the only people who can give him answers

Lol yes! If they ever find out who Megatron's mum is, Kilo is going to bite her tomgue so hard not to outwardly just bad mouth her. The rest of the crew however... ehhh they're not going to be as nice so Megatron's going to hear a lot of opinions and most of them not great.

And nah, Kilotron knowing that Megatron is Termagax's son isn't going to change her opinion on him. She'll be reminded of little parts of Termagax through his general personality but I would never compare him to his mum. If anything she'll be like: "Wow!! You turned out great compared to her!"

FUN FACT: Soundwave doesn't know either. He'd be in for the shock of his life if he ever found out the poor bot.

[gojo-mochi]

Scraped Toji Fic under BLEH

If ppl somehow likes it i may continue but i felt bad not posting it cuz i worked hard on it but ehhh

You got stuck with the night shift again, only you and the cooks were working tonight. Everyone else got to leave and spend their night cozying up under a blanket. Well, sighing about it wasn’t gonna get you anywhere, so you sucked it up and continued on wiping down the tables. 

Everything was already cleaned over twice, but there wasn’t much to do during these shifts and the manager hated it when you guys were “fucking around” on your phone. So here you were, wiping away at a nonexistent stain, waiting for something, anything to come through the door and spice up your night. 

Ring Ring

Lo and behold, your silent prayers were just about to be answered. As two men, dressed in all black suits, saunter in the cafe, the little bell above the door signaling their arrival. You straighten your back right away, and give a soft welcome. 

“He-Hello! Welcome to Cafe Mochi, please take a seat anywhere you like.” 

Only one of the men acknowledges your presence with a smile and a wave, while the other bigger and gruffer looking one just glares at you. It was fine, you dealt with horrible customers before, even drunk ones that like to stumble into your cute little cafe. You watched as they settled in their seats, taking a deep breath, you steady yourself. Walking over to their table with menus in hand. 

With a practiced smile on your face, you handed them the menus and tried not to stare at their faces for too long. Which you kinda failed at, the moment you locked eyes with the scuffy one, his dark green eyes seem to captivate you. Your eyes trace around the rest of his face, from his cheek bones, to his fluffy hair, and down to his lips. Which you linger on for a bit too long. 

Your eyes finally landed on the scar on the corner of his mouth. You hear a cough from the side, and flinch back, realizing how weird it was to be staring at one of your customers. Luckily for you, the guy you were staring at didn’t seem to mind at all, not saying a word as he looked away to the small sampling of sauces and condiments on the side of the table. 

Is pretending not to notice your blatant staring? Another cough, brings you out of your thoughts as you turn towards the other person. This one have some stubble on his face and looked a little bit older than the one you were just oogling earlier. 

“I think we’re ready to order now, miss.”

“A-ah! Right..”

You bring out your notepad and get ready to write down their order, ignoring the thumping in your chest. 

“Two cups of coffee is all we need.”

“Would you like sugar and creamer as well?”

“No creamer, just sugar. And an order of the Mochi Special.”

The voice of the gruff one spoke up this time, surprising both you and the older gentleman. 

“The Mochi Special? Didn’t know you had a sweet tooth, Toji.”

Toji.. so that’s his name. 

Toji leans back in his chair, sending a look over to his companion. 

“Maybe if you take me out more, you would know my preferences.”

His friends laugh at that, “I spend enough time with you on the job.” 

“Hmph, and here I thought you liked my pretty face.” 

You snort at that comment, which causes both men to look at you. You felt your cheeks heat up immensely, and hurried up to write down the orders and depart from the table. 

“Ah-Thank you! Your orders will come out soon.” 

You take a small bow and escape to the kitchen. You give the order note to the chef, and try to calm yourself down. It was just the late hours getting to you, you need to pull yourself together. You can’t keep making a fool of yourself in front of customers! Especially not the really handsome, strong, and drool worthy ones…

You decided to hide in the kitchen for a while, occasionally peeking over the window to the dining room, right at their table. While the other guy was also handsome in his own way, your gaze kept falling back to Toji. The two were talking about something, while Toji was playing around with one of the jam packets in his hand. You were mesmerized by it, his scarred hand just flipping around the little packet with ease. 

You start imagining how his hand would feel in yours, or how his long fingers would feel on your skin, or maybe even inside you, reaching places you could never on your own. 

*Ding* Ding* 

Before your thoughts could delve into a smutty daydream, the sound of the chef ringing the bell brought you out of your head. 

“Orders up.” 

You thanked the chef and quickly grabbed the order, a coffee pot, and a small jar of sugar cube all on a tray and prepared yourself to go back to the table again. 

You walk up to the table with a smile, gently setting down the tray and handing over the special to Toji, then filling up their mug with coffee. 

“Is there anything else I can do for you gentleman?” 

The two men looked at each other for a second, almost like they were having a silent conversation. 

“No, I think we’re good, darling. But we might need you for something later.” The older one winks at you, while Toji gives him a harsh glare. 

Toji mumbles something under his breath and then turns to you, you jump up a little, making Toji immediately deflate with a frown.

“Thank you.” 

That was all he said, as he turned to his coffee, adding three sugar cubes in it. Your heart began bouncing upon hearing those two simple words from him. You give a quiet “You’re welcome and please enjoy.” To the two, and depart from the table once more. 

You decided to stay in the dining area this time, mindlessly cleaning around the place, wiping glass and countertop. Occasionally taking glances at Toji, admiring his side profile while he eats. Watching intensely as he gets some cream stuck on his lips, swiping his tongue out to wipe it off. 

You could stare forever, secretly of course, or as secretly as you think you were being at least. You don’t know how much time passed by when you suddenly hear a phone ringing. It was the older gentleman who picked up his phone, speaking softly into it. 

“Shiu here…yeah…fuck…alright, I’ll be there soon.” 

Shiu gulps down the rest of his coffee and gets up from the table while Toji just keeps on eating. 

“I’m needed for a peace meeting, no need for you yet, but be on standby.” 

Toji waves him off as Shiu leaves the cafe, you stutter out a quick goodbye as he’s halfway through the door.

“Th-thank you for coming! Please have a safe night!”

Your eyes automatically fall back on Toji, who stares right back at you this time. You jumped up in surprise, and looked away quickly. Your ears burn when you hear Toji rumble out a deep chuckle. 

“Come on now, don’t think you can hide away that easily, doll.” Toji's voice sounded a lot deeper now than from the few moments you heard him before. You peek back up at Toji to see him beckoning you forward with his hand. You looked around to make sure he was talking to you, which made him roll his eyes. 

“Only you and me here, doll.” Toji points to the seat across from him, where Shiu just was. You hesitantly walk forward to the table, wringing your hands on your apron nervously. You slide in the seat slowly, your face burning with embarrassment at being caught, or knowing now that Toji probably was watching you oogle him this whole time.

You placed your hands on the table and looked down at them, too nervous to face Toji right now. Only for you to see a pair of hands, much bigger than yours, reach out and cover your entire wrist. 

Your head jerks up to find Toji smirking back at you. 

“Gotta make sure that you don’t run away now, doll.” He drawls out in a smooth tone. It wasn’t a tight grip, you could easily pull out of it if you wanted to. But you stayed, wanting to know where this was all going. Even though your heart might leap out of your chest at any moment. Toji placed his hands down on the table along with yours, his thumbs lightly brushing against your wrist.

“You’re a naughty little thing aren’t cha? Eyeing me up and down as soon as I walked in this place. Peeking at me at every chance.”

Toji chuckles, leaning forward across the table. Grabbing both of your wrist with one hand as he uses the other one to gently poke your forehead. 

“What were you thinking about when you were looking at me, hmm? Undressing me with your eyes, maybe?”

You shake your head, ready to sputter out some sort of excuse but something cuts you off.

Ring Ring

The bell signals another customer walking in the cafe, for a minute you thought it was Shiu coming back to take Toji. So you stayed in your seat, even though it was still your job to greet customers. And the fact that Toji was still holding on to your wrists. You take a glance at who it actually was and find an old customer that you know. A customer that you always dread serving whenever they come into the cafe. 

“Y/N~? I know you’re working tonight, where are you~?”

You groan softly to yourself, as Toji takes your hands back in his and squeezes lightly. 

“You alright?”

[grlzluvmyswag]

"Oh, my god, come on." You stand before him in the staff lounge, gritting your teeth and making a mental note to wipe that shit-faced grin right off that pretty-boy face of his soon. You irritably grab two fistfuls of your uniform shirt, as well as the lacy bra beneath it, and yank them both upwards so that they’re bunched up above your bared tits. For him, this should be adequate. It was adequate the last time, right? Men love boobs, surely he’ll just appreciate the gesture and give you what you need…? You almost groan in exasperation at his unpredictable nature and the apprehension it brings along with it. The man slinks back into the most ridiculously expensive chair you've witnessed the like of with a lazy sigh, proactively making you wish you could dropkick his lanky frame to the cold, hard floor.

"Ehhh..." Gojo taps his chin with a slender finger, giving the impression that he is "thinking about it", albeit in the most unconvincing way possible while making a face at the sight of his student in the same scenario she was in the previous week. At once, an apparently innocent smile brightens up his face, and those keen eyes peer up into yours as though you happened to be having a normal discussion. "Yeah, no, not good enough for me."

"Huh…!?" is what you yell in reply to his selfish conclusion. Naturally, you could've called that response, but that doesn't make it piss you off any less! Please, who does this cocky bastard think he is? Given the taboo element of your budding relationship, he should consider himself so lucky to be seeing your tits for the second occasion in a row.

Gojo, who was hoping for that exact reaction, grins more enthusiastically than ever. He shifts back in his chair, sets his polished boots on the desk in front of him, and interlaces his fingers behind his head. He looks a little too proud for your liking, you think to yourself with a scowl.

"I said... not good enough." He shrugs his shoulders, making fun of his agitated student and all that she's trying to do in order to acquire additional training sessions with him. His claims are contradicted by that dumb smile of his, but he'll keep this up just a while longer for the hell of it. Maybe he can get more than he originally bargained for?

"Why." you promptly ask, planting your fists firmly on your hips as you continue the heated interaction, playing right into his game. Gojo is determined to have you as on-edge as possible, and it's evident in his sparkling blue gaze.

"Why is this not good enough?"

"Yeah, why."

"You're asking me for more one on one training. You know that's gonna eat into my personal life, right?"

You sigh frustratedly at the way he forever finds a way and a will to skirt around the answer you expect from him, palms slamming upon the polished surface of his desk in a futile attempt to intimidate the man. Your movement is carried with such ferocity, yet all it accomplishes is to lure the idiot’s interest back to those exposed tits. They sway and jiggle a small distance from Gojo's face, and he finds himself beyond turned on. Enough that even his leg is beginning to bounce as a way to cope with the overwhelming urges he's suppressing inside.

"Can you ju-" you cut yourself off suddenly, frozen as ice once you register the sensation of your tender nipple being delicately rolled between his knuckles at the same time his other big, veiny hand squeezes at your chest. You swiftly shift forth for him in search of more touch even when your body's instinctual need to jolt away from the stimulation is activated. "Huh, w-wait..." before you can stop it, a soft whimper manages to escape you, and this automatically motivates the teacher to insist on continuing with an air of smugness up until you fiercely slap his hand away.

The sorcerer chuckles breathily at your harsh behaviour while he tilts his head. And to really gain your sympathy, he shamelessly adjusts and briefly strokes the throbbing bulge in his slacks, because look at him... he's already painfully hard at the sight of your perfect tits! You just have to let him get his way after what you've done to him!

"Oh dear, just drop that god-awful attitude already, would you? What I'm sayin'... is while the sight is good, more would be good enough."

"...What are you playing at, Satoru Gojo?" Your tone is cautious, slightly breathless as you gather yourself. It's only a question of making sure. You know he loves to take every advantage he can just to get under your skin. He’s already had the pleasure of fondling you just then, so maybe it’s only acceptable for him to want more from you. That’s what he wants you to think, anyways. The man huffs impatiently, crossing those long, lean arms of his.

"Tch. Come onnnnnn. Do I seriously have to spell it out for you?" He groans like an impatient child, a slight pout contorting his lips. "I want you to let me suck on your tits. Play with 'em."

Yep, there it is. Ever so determined to cross the line, isn’t he?

"…you’re kidding." You blink at the man. Once, twice. 

Gojo is bewildered. No, he's not kidding at all! If he didn't intend to act on  it, why would he state something so obscene? You look at him as though he were known for abusing your feelings or something... it’s almost hurtful!

"No, I’m not." He expresses his annoyance with an exaggerated sigh, running his fingers through locks of snow white, pushing back the strands that messily rest over the frames of his shades.

Oh, wow. He’s truly not kidding. What is this… self-entitled, utterly infuriatingly handsome man’s issue?! He must really enjoy the thrill of greedily sinking his teeth into more than he should chew, mustn’t he? And he’s just so shamelessly rude about it! Yet somehow that’s barely enough to keep you from actually, actually, considering the price he wants you to pay. What really gets you thinking about it is a quick peer at the teacher's (effortlessly aggravating) mouth. You have to admit that with those perfectly pink lips sucking, kissing and everything in between, your view could certainly gain just that little bit more oomph. And oh, you can only imagine how absolutely delectable that silver tongue of his would feel, lapping at your hard nipples till you feel weak. On top of that, the task ought to shut him up for a moment or so! A highly appealing aspect indeed.

But damn it all! If what you were doing were to be discovered by an unsuspecting member of staff or a fellow student who hadn't left yet, what in all hell would you do? Really, what would you say? "Sorry, I was just letting Gojo-sensei here suck on my tits so he'd continue to supply me with the additional training I need"? God, no! You're practically gasping for air at the mere notion of something so probable occurring, however you're struggling to determine if this is due to that sinking sensation of dread or… arousal.

"Thirty seconds." you place a time limit in a stern tone of voice, not wanting to allow the smug bastard to think he has the upper hand in this little negotiation.

"A minute." Gojo counters almost immediately, a challenging smirk curving the edges of his mouth much to your displeasure. It’s only natural for him to push the limit, after all, so how could you snap at him over something of such common knowledge. It’s not like you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into here, is what he’s thinking.

"Thirty. Seconds." Yes, that’s right. Stand your ground, you! Show him who’s boss right here and now—

"Minute and thirty seconds."

"Deal."

He could have been so considerate as to try concealing the certainly antagonising snicker behind a hand, or at least disguising it with a little cough! But not even the most meager attempt!  Without so much as a small slant of his head to keep you from catching it, it simply slips by those sparkling pearly-whites. He knew you would cave eventually, but this quickly? Brilliant, really. No, truly! Brilliant. Ugh, and if you had thought ‘that ego couldn’t possibly get any more obnoxiously huge!’, it’s very well proven by that fucking smile that yes, yes it can get any more obnoxiously huge. Of course, the man can’t help but smirk at the dirty scowl on your face as you simmer, taking off his shades to get a better look.

I am your most strongest, most incredibly attractive downfall, sweetie. Those are the words that his sultry gaze conveys as he beckons you closer, firm thighs spread out on that damned rich-prick-vibe chair to accommodate your body between them. Having forgotten that your chest was bared free, you’re abruptly reminded once his open-mouthed breaths lightly fan over the soft and sensitive skin, not failing to direct your attention to his actions. Shit, the view’s pretty. It’s all so very pretty. Bright blue eyes peering up at you, sparkling and enthralling enough to the point where you study them too intently and catch your own reflection. Rosy, full lips that fluidly mould against the shape of your breast, planting slow kisses with his cupid’s bow prominent and glistening with a thin sheen of saliva. Stray locks of pure white that fall across his forehead, the ends getting caught on the tips of his long lashes when he blinks up at you. Flawless, yet such an entitled asshole.

With minimal thought, you carefully brush the flyaways from his face, carding your fingertips through the perfect mess that is his hair. It's so soft — soft enough that it could be mistaken for the feathers of an angel's wings.

"Mmph, fffuck… again." the sorcerer groans lowly against your dampened flesh, dancing his eager tongue around your areola and barely making contact with the stiffened bud at the centre, just enough to have your breath hitching. The heaviness of his palms caressing your waist is fucking dangerous, something you feel you could get addicted to very easily. Could? Will.

"For god’s sakes…" with a deep sigh and a roll of your eyes, you let him feel your nails grazing his head once again and gently tug on a loose fistful of hair, earning a genuine moan sent straight from the back of his throat. Oh, the noises he makes are downright delicious, you could just… "Ooph-…!"

Gojo swiftly pins you between the staff room’s large desk and himself, carefully bending you backwards until your head could rest on the surface if it wanted. The teacher’s deft hands leave no distance when it comes to your bare skin, greedily rubbing up and down over your ribs and stomach like nobody’s business. He’s thriving for the overwhelmed yet delightfully pleasured expression on your sweet face, chuckling to himself before happily leaning over and wrapping his warm lips around your nipple to suck on it.

"Uh, mnn..." you moan quietly within the otherwise empty lounge, nails instinctively sinking into the nape of his neck as his tongue swirls around your sensitive bud. He’s super into it now, teeth grazing and suction differing, so many techniques directed at one area until he decides to switch to your other nipple, only to mess around with your fleeting reactions. Every nibble, every hot caress of that silver tongue has you reeling. Even your toes curl at the sensations he brings you, causing you to feel more than ashamed of yourself for genuinely enjoying Satoru fucking Gojo.

He’s hovering you above the desk, marked papers, stationery, folders and god knows what else being knocked off by the force of his passionate movements. A string of little gasps, oh’s and ah’s escape your mouth, twitching and jolting in a pair of strong arms in response to his advances. It’s so sexy, the manner in which he goes about handling your body. Rough but not too rough, quick but not too quick for you still find yourself yearning for much more of him than you would ever like to admit. Realising you’re about to start thinking of him in a different light, you forcefully lay a hand on his chest and attempt to push him off. You’re way too paranoid about being caught right now, you lie to yourself for an easier, less aggravating excuse despite having just remembered where you were only a few seconds ago. Damn it, he’s too good and it’s tempting your inhibitions to jump out the window.

"Hold on, hold on-" the man murmurs in a concentrated state as his teeth are almost taken away from your sweet flesh, chest pressing against your hand in order to get closer again since he’s clearly not done the time. Actually, Gojo’s almost a little offended that you think he’d miss the chance to get the last few seconds in on such a perfect pair of tits.

"Hey, what the hell!" a vexed whisper leaves you when he doesn’t comply, kicking your legs in the air in a half-assed attempt to strike him.

"Four… mmff, three." he counts down the remaining seconds out loud and pays no mind to your thrashing, desperate flicks of his tongue and short, gruff moans occasionally interrupting the sequence of numbers, "Fu- two… mmnnn one."

Finally, he stops sucking. However, his warm mouth trails up to your neck as you reluctantly hold your shirt and bra as high as they can go for his access, and its only after the last couple of open-mouthed kisses that he allows his slicked lips to detach from your body. Gojo can feel his pulsing cock trying its very best to escape the irritating confines of his clothes now, pushing and jumping against the fabric as he effortlessly continues to hold you, a sign that he needs to leave before he lets himself get too carried away.

"Minute and a half, bam."

"A minute and thirty-seven seconds…" is what you retort snappily in return, glaring at that dumb smile he’s sending your way.

"Training on Monday." The man purrs in your ear before carelessly dropping you against the desk, humming obnoxiously as he strides out into the hallway on those string bean legs you’d love to kick in as of right now.

"Ugh!" you grunt loudly when your head bumps upon the hard surface, immediately scrambling to sprint to the doorway with a hand rubbing the bruise that’s definitely forming as you shout, "Prick!"

"…You say somethin’?"

[galactic-rhea]

possibly the most obvious ship i could send for the ask meme but anidala/vaderdala!

ohohoh of course, them!!!!

when I started shipping it if I did:

Probably since I started watching TCW and saw some fanarts! Which I know it's a bit odd because most people apparently dislike them in TCW (and yeah, when I finally watched the movies I get why!), but that very first iteration of them in i think, the second episode of TCW with them kissing in an enemy ship, with Obi-Wan a few metres away, and all because she randomly ran into danger, was very, very fun to me, so I shipped them in a "they're dorks" way.

Then a saw all the epic tragedy romance stuff and, yeah, i'm sold.

my thoughts:

I think I have said it before, but there's something very "bigger than life" about their romance, which is what kept me hooked beyond "is just funny". They're extremelly passionate people, with the height of the world on their shoulders, and with sides of them that no one but the other knew about each other. Particularly with Padmé becuase she's very cold and compossed most of the time (it's her politician facade!). Anakin overall is just very painfully obvious and easy to read, but he still kept many things from the world, and Padmé knew most of that iceberg, so to speak, and they still loved each other madly despite the ugly side.

What makes me happy about them:

They're just,,,very romantic and silly! When they're actually together and in a situation where they're allowed to relax, they're just very dumb and in love 😆 I think what it makes me so happy about them is that you could tell how happy they were with each other, despite being so miserable most of the time, they just loved each other so much and that's nice.

What makes me sad about them:

This doesn't need answer, lmao 😭😂 But yeah, the,,,tragedy and damnation, Anakin turning on her despite doing all of that for her on the first place hurts so much

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

I'll be honest, I haven't read that many fics that focus anidala? At least no yet, it's been less than a year since a got into this. But I guess it could be that,,,many times they're tagged and then in the fic it's barely mentioned, like sometimes it will be just Anakin randomly thinkin "ah yes, padmé" lol

Another thing could be that,,,ehhh Padmé rendered to just girlboss/dominatrix/ the one that just gives Anakin a glare to keep him on check as if he's a manchild. And the diametrically opposite of this which is just sad, crying, poor wife in a domestic abusive situation and Anakin being the epitiome of Evil Bad Boy Sexy Cool Kidnapper

things I look for in fanfic:

Honestly i just want them being fairly in-character, I feel like they're very easily misinterpreted. But again, everyone has a different opinon on them, I guess, so -shrugs- Probably more situations in which Anakin is the one kidnapped/wounded/in danger and Padmé has to do something about it, so hurt/comfort!

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

Ah....-scratches head- They're so obssesed with each other that it's hard for me to think about that. Like, sometimes I fancy for the giggles and jokes some other ships for them in like a passing crush way, like Anakin and Rex, or Padmé and Breha, but, their narratives are so damn tangled into each other's that it's hard to, but that's just me.

My happily ever after for them:

Anakin leaves the order, Padmé steps away from politics and run away to Naboo to raise their twins, like they always wanted 🥺

Alternatively, I like to believe their ghosts are very happilly looking over Luke and Leia,,,,,,,and also haunting and scaring some random privileged senators passing awful bills in Coruscant. They love writing messages on mirrors with red lipstick

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

I think Padmé likes to be the big spoon just to more easily bite and headbutt him. But they switch, i suppose, because I'm sure Anakin sometimes just really really wants to hpld her.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Domestic: Just talking, the most boring and mundane stuff, but they just like talking.

Not so domestic: These two are wild souls, they probably enjoy randomly rushing to help some planet/cause/random battle, whatever. In an ideal scenario, this usually means rushing into the ship to go and bail their children out of jail, organize a heist, or a little slave liberation. While holding hands.

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I'm 60 years late I'm so sorry but oc questions for Enoch!!

1, 8, 9 and 22 please!! c:

No you're nottttt I'll always answer oc questions

1) Do they sleep with a stuffed animal? If they have multiple, who’s the favorite?

- He does not, I think he would probably benefit from one but he just doesn't have one yet (if Error made him something you can be sure that thing would be with him all the time)

8) Do complex puzzles intrigue or frustrate them?

- It intrigues him until he can't figure it out. Then it frustrates him. He's not very patient.

9) Do they empathize with non-sentient things (dolls, plants, books…)?

- People are hard and complex. They can hurt you and they don't react the way you think. Inanimate objects don't do that. It's a quality he likes about them.

22) Do they like being called pet names? Do they call other people pet names? What’s their go-to?

- He doesn't really enjoy pet names. Especially with how fucked him his sense of self is, he'd prefer if people called him by his name. What he does like is the small affection it represents he LOVESSS when fresh calls him 'little dude' it's his favorite thing. Sanses calling him 'kid' is fine if it's just a reflex but it makes him mad if they say it bc they look down on him. He doesn't use pet names himself. Ehhh well. Maybe for Ink actually. Haha would it be funny if he called him Kiki?

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Return, to the Scene of the Crime - Chapter 3

Playing human again, Alcor makes it longer than he usually does. He's in college now, juggling classes, family, a curious vampire, and a strange, increasingly sinister web of mysteries weaving themselves around him. Without his omniscience to guide the way, he'll have to work hard to get to the bottom of this before it spirals out of control.

See most updated version on Archive of Our Own.

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“Now, class, can anyone tell me what year the Dinner Crew was founded? Anyone?”

One hand went up, and a wave of snickers spread through the lecture hall. The professor pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Can anyone other than Lucy Ann put their hand up, please? Okay, Dipper?”

“Um, I’m confused. Is it 2048 when Hank moved to Portland, or 2049 when the first Dinner Crew charter was signed?”

“Uh...”

“Definitely 2048.” Lucy Ann sat back in her chair. “That’s when I joined.”

The professor tried for his politest smile. “Oh-kay, uh, Lucy Ann?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s, um, really an honour to have you sitting in on History of Early Transcendence-”

“Hey, no problem.”

“But! Hah, but, um, the problem is you’re not actually registered as one of our students? So if you could maybe refrain from answering questions…?”

“Oh, sure.” She picked her teeth. “No problem.”

“Thanks, I’m glad you understand. Class, obviously, we’re going by the date of the official charter, so on your test it’ll be 2049.” He changed slides. “Now, can anyone tell me who the first leader of the Dinner Crew was?”

No hands, this time. All the students had craned their heads around to look at Lucy Ann.

“Anybody?” He looked around the room with a frozen grin, wringing his hands. “Uh, hah, come on guys, let’s wake up! Oh! Yes, uh… Okay, Dipper. Again.”

“Hank Pines?” Dipper blinked as Lucy Ann whispered in his ear. “And his middle name was- wait, you’re messing with me, there’s no way he was called Forrest Pines!”

“Oh, you’d better believe it.” She chucked to herself. “Also, you know, Hank was the founder, but it was really a cooperative effort back in those days. Plus people always leave out Vivienne – ticks me off, honestly. I mean, if I had to pick a leader, I might even say it was her!”

The professor gazed out at the sea of students nodding along and taking notes with all the airs of a captain looking at his sinking ship.

Later the class ended, and Dipper was packing up his magi-orb as everyone in the room was filing out. Lucy Ann glanced over at him.

“What’s the next one?”

“Uhh, Russian, in like an hour.”

“Oh, yeah, your Russian class. Am I still-”

“Oh, yeah, you’re still very banned.”

“Well, nobody told me they tweaked the alphabet since I learned it! I was like, ‘why’s she leaving out so many letters?”

Dipper rose to his feet with a chuckle. “Yeah, we all heard.”

“Yeah, yeah, извини. ” Arms crossed, she followed him out. “So, we got an hour, huh? Wanna get something to eat?”

“Ehhh, it’s like a twenty minute walk across campus. There’s nothing really around there.”

“Oh.”

He glanced back. “But we can do something if you want! I’m sure we can-”

“Oh, no, no. Don’t worry about it – heh, believe me, I can entertain myself.” They were going outside; Lucy Ann split off and waved at him. “I’ll see you back at the dorms, alright!”

“O-oh, uh, alright!” Dipper stood there for a second, a little surprised at how abruptly she excused herself, but then he shrugged to himself. “Alright.”

It was always annoying to walk to his Russian class, but on a day like this, he didn’t mind too much. The sun was shining high overhead, a little too hot but not bad in the shade of the trees lining the path. He crossed a green, and saw groups of students hanging out on the grass, gentle laughter drifting his way like the lazy breeze tousling his hair. It was the kind of image he always pictured when he thought of college, him and Mal and their friends talking about their classes, studying together – and he’d never finish his sentence before Mal’d give him a shove and say something like, “Me? Studying? Do you even know me?”

He gave a little chuckle under his breath… one that ended in a sigh. Oh, Mal. He couldn’t believe she’d had to drop out. She was always the one talking about how exciting it’d be to move out; ugh, it wasn’t fair. It was… it just… he wished he could do something about it, you know?

Ugh… maybe he’d give her a call.

Digging in his pocket, he drew out his phone, and scrolled to her contact. The phone rang a good few times; he thought she wasn’t gonna answer, but at the last second it went through - and it sounded like a factory.

“Mal?” He cringed and held the phone a little away from his ear. “Hey, uh, Mal, you there? If you’re talking, I can’t hear you! Mal?”

He thought he heard a mumbling sound through the roar, and then suddenly it dropped to a background sound. Her voice came through in a crackle. “…stupid - oh, there we go. Dipper?”

“Hey, Mal! Where are you?”

“Sorry, I’m just next to the cremation machine. You know how loud that thing is - the noise wards are working now, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I can hear you.”

“Cool. So what do you need?”

“What do I-?” Dipper blinked. “Oh, uh, nothing! Just thought I’d, you know, call.”

“Oh!”

“I-I guess you’re busy, though? Sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“No, no, that’s… thanks! I just wasn’t expecting it - one sec.” There were some fumbling noises, and then her voice sounded a little clearer. “Just put on some headphones - you can still hear me, right?”

“Yeah!”

“Cool.”

“Yeah, cool…” Dipper said, and cleared his throat. “So! Uh, how are you?”

“Oh, you know. Working. Just uh-“ There was a faint slamming sound. “Getting ready for this cremation. Guy’s got a pacemaker, so I gotta take it out before it explodes in the machine, haha!”

“Oh, haha. Cool.”

“Well, I dunno if I’d call it cool, but it does make me feel a bit like a surgeon, so that’s a little fun. Sometimes I say, ‘We’re losing him!’, that’s,” she laughed to herself. “That’s my little joke.”

Dipper snorted. “Hah! I like that.”

“Oh, finally, someone laughs! You know, it’s usually a tough crowd in here, eh?”

“Well, I’d be more worried if they did laugh!”

“Hah! You’re not wrong there!”

They both chuckled to themselves for a moment. Mallory cleared her throat.

“But yeah, other than that, uh, nothing new. Dad’s doing okay.” A pause. “How’s your life?”

His life. Dipper looked around at the beautiful sunny day, and cringed. “Oh, yeah, it’s, it’s alright. I’m, uh, still at college, doing… college stuff.”

Mal was icily silent, and Dipper gave himself a mental smack on the head; why were these the words his brain was choosing to say? He gave a nervous laugh.

“B-but, uh, haha, I didn’t call just to talk about me! So you’re doing cremations now, huh? That’s cool! That’s great, I-“

“Dipper.”

Dipper swallowed. “Yeah?”

She paused, seeming to think over her words, and then she sighed. “Look, I… I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to bite your head off the other day. It was really nice to see you again, it’s just, stressful, right now, you know?”

“No, no, I get it. With Dad and the funeral home.”

A snort. “Yeah, amongst other things… but hey. You know I’m proud of you, right? My little brother, getting into honors college!”

Dipper grinned. “Little brother? We’re the same age!”

“My little baby brother,” she said, and they both laughed. “So hey. I wanna hear how your day is, okay?”

“Okay.” He nodded. “Okay!”

“So! Dipper! How is your day going?”

He smiled. “Well, it’s going good. I just got out of Early Transcendence History… walking to my Russian class. It’s - heh, it’s way on the other side of campus, and you get out right at lunchtime but there’s like nothing around!”

“Oh, boo.”

“Right? You walk like twenty minutes over there, and then you gotta walk twenty minutes back to get something to eat!”

“You can’t just drive there?”

“I mean, technically, yeah, but there’s no parking close by. You just end up walking again.”

“Sounds like a real nightmare.” A pause. “Oh, come on!”

“What?”

“Some blood just squirted on my shirt - ugh, I really gotta remember to put on the stupid apron.” He could hear her trying to brush her shirt. “But, uh, yeah, what else? Made any cool new friends?”

“Friends? Uh, well…” he heard Mal snickering, and rolled his eyes. “No, no, I’ve made friends! There’s this guy Darren down the hall from me, and…”

And Lucy Ann, he thought, but god, she was such a strange development he still didn’t know how to bring her up. Mallory cut in.

“Okay, so Darren down the hall, that’s one more than I thought you’d have by now.”

“Oh, and I guess I talked to - Marsh!”

“March?”

“I almost forgot, I do have news! You know how I always wanted to start my own ghosthunting show?”

“Whaaat?” She said in mock surprise. “I’ve never heard that before.”

“Hah, well, you know, I think I’m kind of starting to get known for hunting ghosts around here.” He grinned. “Some person called Marsh called me out to her apartment yesterday. We had a look, scanned around for ghosts…”

“Cool! Did’ja find any?”

He deflated. “Uh, well…”

“Sounds promising.”

He tried for a laugh, but then he shook his head. “Yeahhh, I mean… we decided it probably wasn’t a ghost.”

“Probably?”

“I mean, your necklace didn’t light up at all. And you know how sensitive it is, right?”

“Yeah, you kept getting headaches with the old versions. I had to drop the blocking threshold riiight to the floor.”

“Right!” He nodded. “And even weak ghosts put out a lot of magic, so there couldn’t have been a ghost in that apartment. There couldn’t have been.”

A pause. “Okay.”

“And I mean it could’ve just been… a series of coincidences, you know? It’s an old apartment, maybe it’s no big deal if the toilet flushes by itself, the TV turns on… she said the fridge kept opening…”

“Well, maybe it’s not a ghost.”

“Huh?”

"So let me get this straight. The toilet flushes by itself, the fridge opens by itself, and you think that’s a haunting?”

Dipper blinked. “What do you mean?”

“You’re really not seeing it? Who’s the real family genius here, huh?” She chuckled to herself. “I mean, I know you love the preternatural stuff, but that doesn’t sound like a ghost to me. That sounds like she’s got an extra roommate.”

“What, you mean, like… there’s someone else living with her?”

“I dunno, do ghosts go to the toilet? Do they use the fridge?”

“Wh- but-“

“Do they watch TV?” She snorted. “I mean, maybe I’m wrong, but I’m just saying.”

“But that… doesn’t make any sense! Marsh said nothing was stolen, a-and she didn’t see anyone in her house! How could someone just hide away like that? And why would they be hiding? Why would they-“

And then he stopped. Dead.

His eyes went wide. His stomach dropped.

“I dunno,” Mal was saying, and her words just washed over him. “That’s just my theory. Maybe…”

“The jewelry store.”

“What?”

“It’s the jewelry store,” he breathed, and then the gravity of it caught up with him. “Oh, my stars, Mal, the jewelry store robbery! What if it’s him?”

“Wh- jewelry store heist? What are you talking about?”

“Somebody robbed a jewelry store a few blocks from campus - really close to Marsh’s apartment!” Oh my stars, he thought, they drove right past it on the way over! “What if it’s him hiding there! What if - oh, shit, Marsh!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, what are you talking about?”

“It’s-“ He turned around and took off running. “Oh, I can’t explain now, she could be in trouble!”

“Nobody’s in trouble! Dipper, nobody’s in trouble, don’t-“

“I gotta go!”

“No, Dipper! Dipper, don’t-“

He hung up, and dashed back across campus as fast as his legs could take him, his backpack bouncing on his shoulders. He struggled to tap Lucy Ann’s contact; he was nearly to the parking lot by the time he managed to call her.

“Y’ello-“

“Lucy Ann!” He gasped. “Marsh - apartment! Gotta - whoo, gotta get there!”

“What? Wait, what’s going on?”

“I… figureditout!” He stumbled to his car door, almost too out of breath to talk. “Go - go there! I’ll explain!”

“Marsh? What’s wrong? Are you in-“

“I gotta go!”

Then he hung up, and struggled to call Marsh as he pulled out of the parking lot. Shit, she wasn’t picking up; he tried again, and groaned when it rang out. She didn’t even have a voicemail!

Then his phone started buzzing, and he quickly made to answer it - but wait, oh, it was just his sister. She was probably really confused why he hung up… but he didn’t have time, he had to get there now!

He’d explain later.

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As panicked as he was, Dipper couldn’t help but park neatly before shutting off his car. He stared up at the apartment for a moment, took a breath, and got out. He took the stairs up two at a time, sprinted for her door, and started knocking on it.

“Marsh! Marsh! Are you in there? Marsh!”

At first he thought she wasn’t home, but just as he thought of stopping he heard footsteps. Footsteps… Dipper suddenly thought of who else might be in there, but before he could do much more than step back the door was opening.

“Wh- you again?” Marsh rubbed her eyes as she glared at him. “Dude, I’m working tonight. You can’t just-“

“You’re in-!” He stopped himself, and leaned in close to whisper. “I think you’re in danger.”

“What?”

“Just come outside for a second,” he said, and led her a little ways from the door. “You remember when I came to find the ghost?”

“Yeah, that happened yesterday. What about it?”

“I think I figured out where it is… and what it is, I…” he thought for a moment. “Can I look in your roommate’s room?”

“Uh, sure? But what’s so dangerous about it?”

“I - I need to make sure. Just… stay back for a second, okay?”

“Uh, okay.” She frowned in concern. “Be careful, dude.”

Be careful - Dipper was opening the door when those words hit him. This was… this was actually pretty dangerous, wasn’t it?

Maybe he should call the police? But no, how would he explain this to them? And what if they didn’t find anything - he’d look like an idiot! Suddenly all the cracks in this theory were starting to show, but he was in too deep now.

No, he just needed to play it cool, find proof, and then he’d be out. Easy!

“Uh, okay, Marsh!” Dipper said, loudly. “I’m just here to look for ghosts again, like we agreed!”

Shit, he just realised something about himself: he was a terrible actor. Dipper waited for a response from the house, but it was silent. Was he not here, or…?

He thought for a moment, then an idea struck him. Putting his backpack down on the couch, he started rifling through it; come on, he didn’t put it away, right? It had to be- aha!

Drawing out the Ouija board, Dipper held it in front of him, and pretended to stare at it very intently. He moved it this way and that, and then acted like he was picking something up.

He walked down the hall, steps echoing in the silence. His breath felt too loud; his heartbeat sounded like a drumbeat in his ears. He took a look in the bathroom, then approached the ever-ajar door to the bedroom like he was sneaking up on a rattlesnake - a cautious shuffle forwards, a head peeking through the door, looking around for-

Ding!

With a little scream he dropped the board and jumped back, only to realise - it was his phone! Oh, just his phone, just his phone. He reached in his pocket to silence it, and gave a little laugh.

“Uh, whoops!” He tried for a grin. “D-dropped it, haha…”

Oh, this was such a bad idea. He gathered up the board with shaking hands, and held it out in front of him like a shield as he stepped through the door. The floor was warped in here, the floorboards uneven and shrieking under his weight. He cringed as he took another squeaky step forwards, and looked around.

No one was here… but the dresser across the room was closed. Swallowing hard, he crossed the floor, grasped the handle, and opened it up.

Just clothes, he saw, and let out a breath. Okay - okay okay okay. If this guy was really hiding here, he must be out at the moment.

Thank the stars… but now what? He could be gone forever - Dipper cringed at that. Maybe he spooked him off yesterday… or maybe he thought he had them fooled, which means he’d come back. And if he was coming back, he’d want to leave some stuff behind here, right? So it’d be hidden somewhere.

A grimace. That made sense… at least, it sounded like it did. So if he could only find a stash, that was evidence!

But where would it be? He looked around the room, took another peek in the closet, and frowned. Hmmm… maybe the posters? Oh, yeah, maybe he put them in a hole behind them!

He took a step towards the poster, and a loud creak echoed through the room.

He paused, there. Leaned from one foot to another - creaaaaak . He could feel the floorboards shift a little under his feet, and when he took another step, this one was even looser. Huh.

There was a rug right by the bed. Dipper stepped towards it, put the Ouija board down, and grasped it by the corner. He gently slid it away, and he could see it immediately; one floorboard was so loose it came out of place just by the movement of the rug.

Dipper rushed to kneel in front of it. Quickly he took out his phone, and shone it down; it was dusty down there, and he thought he could make out something… but it was covered by another floorboard. He pulled up that one as well, shone it down again, and gasped.

There was a small, dusty backpack under the floorboards, and when he reached for it, he felt the weight - it was much heavier than it looked, and there was a tantalising clinking sound that sent his heart right into his throat. With shaking fingers he reached down to open it; he grasped the zipper, dragged it slowly down the side, opened the bag, and gasped as he saw-

Creaaak.

A sound behind him. Before Dipper could move, something cold and metal shoved itself against his temple.

A voice, low and hard and seething.

“You think I’m fucking stupid, don’t you?”

Dipper glanced back - glanced, then felt the gun shove itself harder against him. But he’d seen it: there was no one behind him. “Wha- what, I-I-“

“Fucking around with this ghost shit, pretending you didn’t know I was here the whole fucking time - she set you up to this, didn’t she! She wants to cut me out of the fucking deal!”

His voice was the scariest thing Dipper had ever heard. He felt himself trembling all over. “I-I don’t- I-I don’t know what you’re- I’m sorry, I didn’t-“

“Don’t you fucking play dumb! You think you can make a fool of me?” A hand grabbed his shoulder like a vice. “You think I don’t know what’s going on? She wants to get rid of me! I had a feeling right from the start, and now here you are like clockwork, ready to take it away from me!”

“I-I don’t-“ He shook his head. “Please, man. Please. I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay?”

“Oh, you’re going to be sorry, Dipper.”

“Please d-don’t kill me, please don’t- Please. Please, I-“

The front door. They both froze as it swung open hard, as a familiar voice shouted into the apartment:

“Dipper!”

Lucy Ann. Dipper heard the man curse under his breath. “Shit… okay, you gotta make her leave. Get up.”

“What-“

“Get. Up.”

The gun shoved itself against his ear, and Dipper struggled to his feet. Stars, his legs were shaking-

“Dipper! You in here?”

“Uh…” he felt the man push him forwards, and made his way to the door. “I-I’m here! Everything’s… everything’s fine!”

“Dipper?” He came face to face with her in the hallway. “Oh, thank the stars. What was that call, man? Scared me half to death!”

Dipper gave a loud laugh. “Hahahaha! Yeah, um, it was… nothing!”

“Nothing?”

“Y-yeah, I looked and… and found nothing!” He moved to block her as she looked into the room.

“What?”

“I said, I found nothing.” He looked her right in the eye. “I found nothing, okay? So let’s go.”

Lucy Ann opened her mouth, but then she seemed to take him in; the sweat on his face, the tension in his body, the way his head was leaning oddly forward. There was a flicker of something across her face, but it was quickly swallowed up with a convincing scowl.

“Oh,” she said, and then she gave him a punch in the shoulder. “Then screw you, man! You scared me half to death!”

“Ow, hey-!”

She grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him down to her level. “Don’t you ever do that to me again, okay? Or you’re going to be sorry!”

Then he was shoved into the living room, and he stumbled to keep his footing. He blinked several times, and opened his mouth- but Lucy Ann was already gone.

There was a shout from the bedroom, a hard thump, a yell of pain. Eyes widening, Dipper raced to the door just in time to hear a-

BANG!

The sound was painfully, deafeningly loud; he recoiled and covered his ringing ears, and almost immediately someone knocked him to the floor. Squeezing open his eyes, he saw a figure he’d never seen before, a tall, scruffy, bleeding man with the backpack on, yelling and pointing a pistol into the bedroom.

“…what you get!” He was bellowing, but it was hardly louder than the ringing. “That’s… you fucking get!”

Then he grabbed some car keys from the counter and ran for the door; Marsh came rushing in, only to shriek and duck away from the sight of his pistol.

Dipper struggled to get to his feet. He felt like the world had gone sideways, but someone grabbed his shoulder - Marsh grabbed his shoulder, and helped him up.

She was saying something, but he could only see her lips were moving. He shook his head, leaned over and caught himself on the doorway - no, no, he had to see, he had to get to… Lucy Ann!

For one horrible moment, he thought she was dead. She lay against the bed, cradling her eye; his heart dropped when he saw dark blood leaking from between her fingers… but he also saw she was cradling it, letting Marsh help her up, and shaking her head when she tried to pry her hand away. I’m okay, he could see her saying. I’m okay.

She was okay. He was okay. Everyone… was okay.

Dipper let himself bask in that for a moment, let the sheer relief wash over him, and bring him to his knees. He caught himself on his hands, and immediately felt something sharp. Lifting his palms - and resisting gentle arms trying to help him up - he saw blood on them, saw little shards of something slip off and fall back to the ground.

There was something on the floor, subtle shimmers and sparks that caught his eye. He managed to feel out a bigger piece, brought it closer to his face, and that was when he realised what it was - it looked like a shard of multicoloured glass. Broken etching wards sputtered on the surface, flickering it in and out of existence, and when he looked at the floor again, he could see the ripped-off chain of a necklace.

Oh, he thought, and the voice in his head sounded a million miles away.

An invisibility charm.

So that’s how he got out of the jewelry store. He figured it out.

How about that.

It wasn’t funny, but Dipper found himself laughing, laughing harder than he’d ever laughed in his life. He was sure he was screaming, but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t hear anything over that godawful incessant unending ringing.

How about that, huh? HOW ABOUT THAT!

How about that.

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fanon sirius post fanon wolfstar break up going to bars all heartbroken and hooking up with canon james because he's nice (he has fucked up ideas on what's nice okay,) and canon sirius because he reminds him of remus ft bitter fanon sirius & nice (ehhh,) james & mean canon sirius thoughts ?

....oh dear. short answer is yes though.

no I'm imagining James sees this hot girl with luscious long hair on the ..stool counter bar thing and ofc shoots his shot and then is really shocked when the girl turns around to actually be a man, who looks eerily similar to his best friend (yay fem hot bsf)

I'm thinking James would try to hit on FSirius, but unfortunately, this Sirius would NEVER think that James is trying to hit on him, because they're best friends, always platonic, never crossed that line. While James is trying to get in his pants, Sirius is just crying on his shoulders about his last break up. He's just whining about Moony the whole time and James is getting frustrated with him.

Then CSirius, like the good bsf he is, notices James's dilemma (bc he's always looking), how his pickup isn't going well so he joins them to sort of wingman James. Then noticed that FSirius isn't a hot babe at all and is actually just a guy. Again, CSirius thinks he's a walking nightmare, it's actually disgusting to look at (idk man, toxic masculinity in the 80's) but also! The best friend he had a crush on for the past 10 years is tryna hook up with a guy?? He has a chance now!

CSirius does think he's an abomination as usual, an embarrassment for all the whining and crying, being hung up on one guy that didn't even seem all that impressive, but he also thinks FSirius is hot and could get off on that face. The face that looks like his. Idk he's a complicated man.

the conversations between all three of them is like...James being flirty, you're too pretty to be moping about some loser, you should be dancing with me but FSirius just taking it like a compliment, says thank you and goes to the dance floor to just, dance, nothing else with James who is clearly tryna uhh mush their bodies, CSirius trying to wingman by telling FSirius impressive facts about James, distractions, he's slowly pushing their bodies together so FSirius would have to touch James but the whole time FSirius is like...but wby 👀 and is just, flirting with CSirius instead, dancing on him and yk...

James is like??? What r u doing, this isn't wingmaning, and then CSirius is like mb and then switches tactics, starts sending out backhanded compliments and just outright being horrible, sarcastic and rude so he'd be scared off and run to James's arms but that makes FSirius swoon even more??

eventually, when they're basically tired from dancing, uhh well more like FSirius grinding on CSirius, and James watching like a man under a spell, they kinda agree on a threesome, since they're all basically hard by now. CSirius still thinks he's an atrocity, condescending and all but he had a pretty thing dancing on his lap and... he's just a man lol. It's not prongsfoot's first time w threezomes btw, ish, they've only done it w a girl (an excuse to fuck eachtoher rly) so it's not homo.

now pass the lines of no homo, I think they wouldn't even take FSirius into a proper place to fuck, bathroom stall it is before they're both working on ripping his clothes off, faster he could even say a word lol, ig they litr gave him no choice. what do we think of CJames getting a littleee violent because he's so tried of hearing this Remus bs. By giving FSirius pain, he'd focus on the present and the present is James so. It makes sense no? And CSirius is fanning the flames, he'd twist every little thing that's happening like, he's ignoring you, didn't know this was the kind of behavior you allowed, pretty much goading into James to get a littlleee more punishing and the whole time CSirius was just choking FSirius so he couldn't really speak well. The goading works on James cause he doesn't back down from anything he perceives as a challenge so hee gets really mean even thoygg he's still nice?? Like he'd slap FSirius's face hard enough that his head recoils from the impact then he goes on to talk about how pretty FSirius is?? Ya very confusing trust.

I think it's plentyy obvious that CSirius wouldn't be nice either except unlike James, he doesn't have a reason, he's literally just a mean guy, loads of pulling FSirius's ridiculously long hair around, scratching, bruising. But besides that, he's first and foremost James's best friend and that means putting FSirius on his bare knees in the bathroom stall and force his head down James's dick bc his bsf's pleasure comes first, even though FSirius is probably choking, struggling to breath and fighting to pull off, he'd push his head down until James is toeing an orgasm ig. It'd be a bad thing but like, FSirius is reallyyy into it. Weirdo freak.

And then FSirius leaves with his life barely intact, probably bleeding and stuff and he's like 💞💞 the marks they left on me 😻😻 aww they're so nice!! 💕💕 bc he just left the most abusive wolfstar relationship ever so he doesn't really know what affection is. Idiot. ❤️

they exchange numbers or smth, bc like, FSirius is very low maintenance, and he can really REALLY handle their cruelty which is impressive because literally all the girls they had sex with couldn't, which they were okay w, cause girls are fragile and all but FSirius is a man, he can take them so well and all he needs in return is a few praises here and there. Overall, he's a good fuck for them both!! Besides the whining. So they just keep calling him into their beds, fuck until he's on the verge of death, then...kind of take care of him because he kinda is a pitiful guy, like their Remus and Peter so.

It's a good, questionably healthy, questionably consensual dynamic with all of them!!❤️

[chronicsyd]

Yeaaaaa my brain’s like Literally not shut up since my last spam post about this GOD DAMN SHOW and it just… keeps spiraling… spiraling… spiraling… So, let’s talk about Vi again!

On my tiktok yesterday I brought up a post from the AMA for Arcane a couple of years ago that the co-creators were answering. And someone asked, “Will Vi and Caitlyn shippers be happy with the upcoming season?” to which the answer was, “There’s that part they might like, and that part they probably hate.” To which Amanda Overton (basically the writer responsible for most of the Caitvi scenes we got in s1) said, “I take full responsibility for both and they make the show better” so that’s… not all that thrilling.

However, it’s gotten me to think about what on Earth that “probably hate” bit would be.  Now this is something I’m saying as Complete speculation, I’m not Certain that this is what’s going on but if you’re willing to take a grain of salt with me then I’m willing to explain my reasoning. With that, let’s continue.

My HOPEFUL guess is that the “probably hate” thing is that Vi and Caitlyn split again at the beginning of S2. Honestly, it could be over a number of things: conflicting motivations about Jinx (Caitlyn wants revenge, Vi’s probably still in denial and wants to find “Powder”. Because she doesn’t call Jinx “Jinx” until After she’s already an Enforcer), Vi probably feels out of place and wants to figure things out on her own (As in she can’t trapse around Zaun she’s unwanted there, but on the flipside she’s a complete outsider to Piltover. Because even though Caitlyn would probably welcome her with open arms, doesn’t mean everyone else will…), there’s really a whole list of things that could probably explain this. So, Vi goes on her own to try and figure herself out and Caitlyn tries to go back to being an Enforcer and go through life without Vi.

But just because Vi left doesn’t mean that the conflict between Piltover and Zaun stops. And simply being an Enfocer is putting targets on Caitlyn’s back, which I think Caitlyn is fully aware of. And she and the others get ambushed at her parent’s tent that I pointed out in an earlier post; to which we Also saw Vi seeing the aftermath of. And, I think Vi has to make the decision that being an Enforcer is her best shot at bringing the conflict between Piltover and Zaun to an end; regardless of what her past has been with them. So, Vi probably comes back to Caitlyn probably midway through-ish (ep 4ish maybe?) and that’s when Caitlyn leads the strike teams to Zaun with those 3 objectives: Find Jinx, get rid of Shimmer, and neutralize anyone still loyal to Silco. I think that Vi and Caitlyn are the one team that goes after Jinx in that temple scene we see in the teaser (because that’s NOT the “finale fight” between the two, there’s NO way they’re showing that this early on) and I believe this for a few reasons: When Vi says “My sister is gone” the background looks like the temple and Vi really only holds that vulnerability in her eyes when talking to Caitlyn (See the bed scene from “Oil and Water”), and the last clip of Caitlyn we see she’s clearly in the temple as well, so I bet she’s probably backup for Vi in case thing’s get nasty. On the downside of this, there’s a still of Caitlyn that doesn’t show up in the trailer where she’s still in the temple, she’s lost her hat and her hair’s a mess and the cut on her lip is fresh. So Clearly this fight doesn’t go the way that they want it to, and that’s where Caitlyn gets the scar on her lip.

Now what happens After this? Ehhh it’s hard to say, mainly because I believe that they haven’t really shown us anything that has to do with the last episodes of the show. And to be honest even with a final trailer they’re probably gonna give us around Sept./Oct. they might only show scenes from up to ep 8 of the season (I only say this cuz that’s what they did for s1).

(Although my little shit of a brain DID say “what if the show Ends with Vi getting amnesia instead of it happening During the season?” soooo thx for That brain, that isn’t upsetting to think about AT ALL…)

So, yea just more speculations on what I think could possibly happen. Also, does anyone know what was said at the Annecy festival? That was supposed to happen today, right? Anyways, I’m out until my brain comes up with something else. Bye!

[herofics]

Heyy just saw your post on how many angsty themed requests you get and I hope your doing well, and please don't push yourself too hard and take care of your mental well-being!!

I also have a JJK request, so I was thinking of a platonic Sukuna x fem! teen reader (if you're not comfortable with fem then they/them is fine) and I was thinking of following kind of a fem! teen reader looking up to Sukuna but Sukuna obv being a terrible example. Also could the time period be like already future like with yuuji and jujutsu tech. Like the reader being a student in yuuji's class. Like honestly, idk if this makes any sense and I'm not sure if this is too vague.

Thank you in advancee

A/N: I decided to do teacher!Sukuna, even though that’s not really what you asked for, but I felt it was the easiest way to do this. He’s still pretty unhinged but not really as murderous as he is in canon. Sukuna is semi young in this, not the ancient relic he actually is, so something like 35 maybe? I went with HCs, since that allows me to put many different situations in the same post. I was kinda considering changing this into its own post and not the answer to this ask, but ehhh decided not to. I ended up really liking the whole teacher!Sukuna thing so I’m probably going to write some scenarios for this too… eventually

•Sukuna isn’t actually interested in being a teacher, but it was a sort of punishment by the higher-ups for one of his numerous “excessive force” incidents when catching a curse user

•So he was put on a sort of probationary period at Jujutsu High, to be a teacher for a year

•So that’s how he met you, Yuji, Megumi and Nobara, and by god you four are a pain in his ass

•Yuji being the most annoying in his opinion, there’s just something about this kid that rubs him the wrong way

•Yuji and Sukuna have a bit of a rocky relationship, Sukuna is actively trying to make Yuji’s life as miserable as he possibly can while still being at least remotely teacher-ish

•Opposite to that, Sukuna doesn’t even really see you, you’re not incredibly skilled, nor do you have an amazing cursed technique like him, Megumi or Gojo

•You’re pretty average as a sorcerer, not weak but not really strong either, Sukuna on the other hand is a special grade

•He doesn’t want any of you brats to die on his watch, not really because he cares but because he’s tired of hearing the higher-ups crap about his recklessness and negligence of students

•Sukuna very much believes in the survival of the fittest, weaklings are no good for being jujutsu sorcerers

•You were assigned to observe Sukuna on one of his missions that was supposed to be an easy one for him

•It was, but one of the cursed spirits somehow slipped past him and tried to attack you

•Sukuna grabbed you by the back of your jacket and just pulled you out of his way, as he slashed the cursed spirit to nice little cubes

•He didn’t even realize he was still holding you under his arm, before you were like “Mmm excuse me?”

•It took him a second to realize where the voice was coming from, but when he did, he let go of you, which caused you to fall on your ass on the ground

•”Ow!” you exclaimed as you hit the ground

•You got up and stretched a little, before following Sukuna, who was already leaving

•”Thank you sensei” you said to him as you caught up with him

•”Don’t thank me brat. You should’ve been able to handle that on your own, or at least you should’ve been able to dodge” he said with an irritated eye roll

•You were already disappointed in yourself for the fraction of a second freezing that had occurred, so you knew he was right about the whole dodging bit

•”You honestly think I should’ve been able to handle a grade one cursed spirit on my own? I’m a grade three sorcerer”

•”Then stop whining about it and get stronger, I probably won’t be there to save your ass next time, so if you end up dead, that’s going to be your own fault”

•That was kind of a wake up moment for you and while you had looked up to Sukuna for a while now, it was like he was even cooler now

•You started working harder and you asked to go on more missions with Sukuna, which he wasn’t excited about, he doesn’t have time to babysit you

•Sometimes you got to go with him, but it was always made very clear to you that he didn’t have time to keep an eye on you

•He always did though, and he saved your ass on multiple occasions, complaining about it every single time

•He just doesn’t want to get another lecture from those old farts at the headquarters for letting a student die

•It’s not like Sukuna hates you students, (except maybe Yuji) but he really doesn’t have the patience for this whole teaching bullshit

•Sukuna is absolutely not the kind of person you want to be, but you do admire his skills and his strength, so you put up with his asshole personality in hopes he will actually teach you something one day

[loz-chainsofcorruption]

Thanks for answering my ask! Your oc's are so charming and unique to eachother. Here are more questions:

43 + 44 + 49 + 58 + 90+ 91 + 96

Have a nice day! ❤️

Aw, thank you so much!

Aight, let's do this! Later than I'd meant it to be because I got possessed by the need-to-draw-a-thing bug and then had to do some other stuff, but I'm back and ready to roll 😎

How easy is it for them to make friends?

I feel like Boots can make friends pretty easily! He can be kinda awkward sometimes but he's sweet and helpful and relatively extroverted. Stray, ehhh, not so easily. He's really wary of people. He'll make friends with little kids super easily though, as long as they're also poor kids like him lol. He got a lil gang of street kids that look up to him, he's everything to them. It's very cute. I can't see Poncho making friends very easily because, well, even if he had options, he's very quiet. He doesn't talk much and it's hard to gauge his interest in someone since he's not very expressive either. Easy for someone to give up and back off, even if he kinda wants to be friends. People have to kinda just. Decide to be his friend regardless of how he acts for it to work lol. Gerudo Link is friendly! Among his people. A little wary/hesitant at first around Midlians, but he warms up after a bit and makes friends pretty easily!

Boots' Zelda... has gotten better with age. As a kid, she was not good at making friends. Now, she's a little better. Struggles to not infodump and yap too much about her interests still, but there's improvement. Crown has made friends with all the maids and plenty of other castle staff. She likes to think she's great at making friends! Stray was possibly her most stubborn case yet.

How casual are they? (As in how formal are they and/or how good they are at acting casual when things are Not Casual)

Love is like... So awkward but also so genuine. She doesn't get much chance to make friends until the adventure around Midrule with Link, but she really shines during their travels as far as connecting with people just by how much she cares and how much that eminates from her. She also builds her confidence and becomes a bit less awkward and unsure of herself, which helps!

Boots is generally a well-mannered and polite young man around anyone who isn't in his closer circle. Around people he's closer to? That Boy Who Your Grandma and Mom Would Both Adore becomes like. How do I even say... Goofy? Dramatic? Expressive? His reactions are big, he's a very reactive guy. However he absolutely spazzes under panic and pressure and fumbles in the least Act Casual way ever, UNLESS he needs to be the big brother because of Situation. Homie can lock in if his family is involved.

His Zelda is the picture of grace and formality and everything a princess should be until she's with Link. When she was a kid, he'd managed to get her temper to rise (which only made her more mad as she'd quickly try to stuff it back down and be the better person), and now (or, well, post his adventure) it's like. They've got sibling energy. They rag on each other and she winds up feeling really comfy with him, teasing and such. But she's great at Acting Casual and totally normal if the situation calls for it. Meanwhile he's fumbling hard in the background lol

Stray? Not good at being well-mannered and polite except for around his favorite adults and old people. A small number of people in the community he grew up with, specifically, and honestly any elderly person who isn't rude to him or Clearly Living the Snobby Rich Life... He's got a soft spot for kiddos and old people and old people turn him into the most polite little boy. Minds his Ps and Qs. May I get that for you, ma'am? type stuff. Was buckwild for Crown to see for the first time after she had experienced his bratty side so much. Overall though, he wears his feelings on his face, and is not good at Acting Casual when things Aren't Casual.

Crown kind of almost always has a sense of formality. Like the way she talks has a sort of elegance even when she's mad and berating Stray? She absolutely has a temper and loves gossip and would hang with the castle staff all the time, and so in a way, is very informal? But she talks like a princess almost 24/7. Boots' Zelda can sound a lot more like your every day person when she's not putting on her princess face, but something about the speech patterns and tone of princessness is like. Baked into Crown. Hardwired in there.

Poncho does not know formality. He does not know what that is or how to do it. He doesn't typically outwardly emote strongly though so even if he's kinda panicking, he'll probably look more determined than freaked out. Act Casual? Yeah he. He's just gonna be doing what he usually does. Like. Idk, might look a bit odd depending on who you are bcuz he's kinda like a funny lil forest critter in some ways, but it's natural to him lol

What is something they're afraid of, no matter how odd or irrational it may sound?

Gerudo Link is generally king of acting brave when he needs to be. There are moments that can break that, but he's good at masking because he's trained to do that. He's not superbly formal though. Like, he's a bit too mischievous and flippant to really keep up some sort of princely kingly attitude all over, so he's actually pretty casual with people. He can pull the Royalty Face/Behavior when it's really needed, but like. He generally doesn't bother. I think he's pretty good at Acting Casual when things are going down. Love, less so. She's not terrible (not near as bad as Boots), but like. She isn't quite as good at hiding when she's freaked out. At the very least you'd be able to tell she's uncomfortable. She's like... Idk if I'd call her formal as much as like, shy and worried she'll overstep boundaries? Trying too hard? I dunno.

Do they collect anything in particular?

Gonna dodge the more obvious ones, like monsters and the death of a loved one and go for some more irritational, telling, or unusual ones.

Boots is afraid of like. Being seen as some sort of failure, I guess? His siblings come to "find out" he's not actually that great and then they hate him and think he's the lamest person on the planet and never want to do anything with him again or something. Buds got some imposter syndrome hiding in there. If I had to guess, it's because he forced himself to step up into a mature role when his mom passed away. Half the time he worries he's messing everything up and feels like he doesn't know what he's doing, and I guess he feels like everyone is gonna find that out any time and hate him or something.

His Zelda... is afraid of the sensation of nothingness. Like, physically. There was a time where everything became dark. She could think - though she was very focused on what she was doing, so there wasn't much room for wandering thoughts, but the sensation of her physical body slowly faded during that time. It was very spooky! She gets nightmares about it sometimes now. That aside, she's absolutely afraid of getting into a relationship. Just found that out, that's new to me fjkfkgkg. I think she's really freaked out by the pressure of finding the right partner, considering her position. And the idea of having kids? Knowing she'll have to produce an heir one day? Downright terrifying. Doesn't want to think about it.

Stray is terrified of not being able to move his body when he needs to. Of feeling trapped, or super slowed down, like he's moving through molasses. After his gram gram passed, he had a lot of nightmares where he'd actually get the medicine, but he suddenly felt like he was moving through thick mud to actually get back home, and he was always too late. Waking up tangled in like a blanket or cloak to where it's hard to move his limbs will send him into an outright panic, which is why, unless it's an absolute emergency, Crown is not allowed to wake him up by taking control of his body. She did that one time because she thought she heard a monster prowling and it wasn't pretty. But anything that constricts his limbs or ability to move makes him freak out. He got used to Crown doing it after a bit though - and like, it was different pretty fast anyway because she'll give control back if he's actually desperate for it. But other stuff, things out of his control or when he's got no sense of what's causing it... Yeah. No.

Crown, pre adventure, was most afraid of being... Left behind, I think. Her father doted on her but in a... Distracted way. Idk how to describe it exactly, but sometimes it felt like his mind was elsewhere. Her brother, as he got older, started to get distracted and kinda cold shoulder her. She felt left out of stuff that was going on. Kinda worried she'd be stuck stationary while everyone grew and moved forward without her. Post adventure, a big fear of hers is any weird noise in the dark, no matter how safely protected the castle is.

Gerudo Link... I said I was gonna avoid basic stuff but honestly. Disappointing loved ones, losing the people he loves and cares about, and being a failure to his people, those are all like. His biggest fears. I don't think he's afraid of many other things, honestly. Or if he is, it's more like. Nervous than actually scared. It's funny to me that the one that doesn't have the Triforce of Courage is the one who sounds the most courageous, but in actuality, I think it's the opposite of you look at it in the sense that true courage is being brave despite fear. And Gerudo Link doesn't fear very much! Just a thought I had while writing this. Uh, anyway, later, like I mentioned in another one, there's this sort of smile Ganondorf had a few times that haunts his dreams. That does scare him. Can't give more details though, sorry, spoilers. Love is scared that certain... hm. Actually can I even say that. Uhh, there's a guilt that haunts her, and she's afraid of actual judgment of sorts over it. I think that's vague enough.

Poncho... is afraid that everything will be a lie again. I think even after his adventure is over, he'll struggle with what's real and what isn't. What if everything that happened was just a happy dream and he wakes up? Or what if the people who have changed their views on him, even those who have apologized and tried to make it up to him, what if those were all just lies to trick him or they change their mind again and he's in danger once more? And unexpected touch. That frightens him too.

What are some of their nervous tics?

Boots collects boots. /j that was not his choice he just kept getting them. Anyway, he has a chest filled with every single thing his siblings have ever given him that he was able to keep (along with a few other keepsakes). Drawings, rocks, ball of fur from their old dog with a few sticks through it for limbs and some short dull nails that keep falling out for eyes, notes, etc. His Zelda collects information!! Primarily historical information, or information that will be important history in the future. You can bet she's grilling Boots on every minute of his adventure. The records are a mess! Repeated disaster has made it very difficult to keep a detailed log of important historical events and figures! She is going to make every note she can about the time of her rule and then make 15 copies and store them all over the kingdom. She's so determined to be a good record keeper.

Stray does not really have the luxury of collecting things. Even if he finds something neat, he'll usually take it to one of the kids he knows and give it to them. Crown also collects information, but like. Just interesting current stuff. Gossip. Fun facts. Whatever strikes her fancy. She also kinda has a collection of ribbons? She hardly even ever wears ribbons, she just thinks they're pretty.

Gerudo Link sometimes goes out looking for fulgurite after lightning storms. He has a very small collection, but he's proud of it! He's also got a collection of colored beads. If he can't find the owner of a stray bead, he keeps it. Love likes glass danglies. A lamp with glass danglies got knocked over once and some of the bits bent and broke, but she took all the remaining danglies when they replaced it. Idk if it's really a collection since she's only ever added to it one other time when a larger dangly fell when someone was dusting something and it chipped a little, so she kept that one while that dangly got replaced. But. She likes them. She also has a lot of different colored sealing wax sticks for letters she will never write because she has no one to write to.

Poncho keeps acorn "hats" in a drawer in his nightstand. He just likes them. When he finds an especially nice looking or nice sized acorn hat, he'll take it home with him.

How open are they about their feelings?

All of my Links rub the back of their neck when nervous or embarrassed!! Link behavior!!!

That aside, the more nervous Boots gets, the more he tends to yap. He just runs his mouth to fill the space, especially if he's alone. He also gets antsy and can't sit still very well when he's nervous. His Zelda taps her fingers and does very Calm and Purposeful breathing.

Stray forgets to breathe sometimes dhfjkggk he'll like, accidentally hold his breath and then take a few fast and shaky ones when his body (or Crown) reminds him he kinda needs air. He tends to get pretty wide-eyed when he's nervous. Sometimes he'll reach back and grip his ponytail for a moment. Not even tighten it or anything just. Like. Grab it for a second. If his hair tie is on his wrist, he'll grab the beads on it. Maybe fist his tunic. I think grabbing or holding stuff might make him feel better lol.

Crown will kinda like. Hands down at her sides, rubbing her thumbs against her other fingers a little. Like. Not hand to hand, her hands are separated from each other. If she's sitting and her hands are folded or something, she will instead run a thumb discreetly against her palm or fingers or something. She also tends to purse her lips tighter. If she's at a table where no one can see it, one of her feet will be moving. Just kinda flexing and rotating.

Poncho just goes really stiff and still. He sometimes gets this weird kind of like. It's intense but also blank? look on his face. His hands might tremble if he's really scared, and if they do, he balls up his fists or holds whatever he's holding tighter.

Gerudo Link... Fiddles with his jewelry or the face frames of his hair. He used to chew on that hair but that bad habit was overcome lol. He still gets tempted sometimes. Instead he'll sometimes kinda gently bite at the inside of his lip/cheek just to feel something between his teeth. Might jiggle his leg a little if he's sitting. Love squeezes her hands together very tightly. And her arms get closer to her side. And honestly overall compacts herself a bit like she's trying to be smaller. Pulls her lower lip between her teeth and doesn't really bite at it in a harmful way, just kinda like. Keeps pulling it back between her teeth and occasionally letting it go. Idk how to describe it very well.

How would they react to a crying kid on public transport?

Boots is either incredibly open or incredibly tight-lipped. Depends on if it's something he's embarrassed about, I guess. His Zelda can be the same except she's not so easily embarrassed - she'll hide her feelings if she either thinks it's better to or if she thinks it's funny. Like, being secretive will bug the other person (usually Boots) in an entertaining way.

Stray is so tsundere. He gets better with being open to Crown specifically as a lot of time passes but. It doesn't come easy to him at all. She struggles a bit less, but she still is likely to keep her cards close to her chest about important feelings.

Gerudo Link... Is not terribly open. He wants to seem strong so he's hesitant to voice worries, but he's most likely to do so with his sister, Evala. She's probably the one overall he's most open with at first. Eventually, Love becomes someone he can be open with. He picks and chooses. Love wears half her heart on her sleeve. The other half is very anxiously guarded and waiting for the right person to show it to. Which will be Link hehe

Poncho is not at all open about his feelings, but simultaneously? Like? Would be? It's kinda hard to explain like. He won't tell you how he's feeling unless you ask, but if you did ask, depending on who you are, there's a good chance you'll get a pretty flat out honest response. Not always and not about everything, and definitely not with everyone because he doesn't have many people he can even remotely trust, but like, in theory.

Boots would do everything in his power to help. Fix the problem if there's a problem to fix, make funny faces, ask questions, distract, whatever. He loves kids. His Zelda on the other hand doesn't really know what to do in those kinds of situations. She'd probably sit there very awkwardly, maybe try and ask why they were crying and solve it if possible, but none of it comes naturally.

Stray always feels super awkward when kids cry. If it's not a kid that's within his jurisdiction (as in the group he cares about LOL) he'll probably just ignore it and feel weird and uncomfortable the whole time. Feels like it's not his business. But if it's a kid he knows or cares about, or they're very obviously alone, he'll absolutely go over to help. Ask what happened, kick some butt if needed, give them something to distract them, and then tell em No More Tears, Got It? Not in an unkind way, but like... Crying really won't get you anywhere in the long run, he's learned. So he tries to encourage action over just sitting and crying lol.

Crown also has never dealt with crying kids before! She'd be kind of in a tither like umm what if uh, I tell you a story! Or um, oh look, what's that over there? Trying everything under the sun she can think of to get them to stop.

Gerudo Link also has absolutely no idea what to do. In all his nearly 20 years, until he went on his adventure he had never directly interacted with anyone below the age of 20 because Gerudo vai can't interact with a voe until they're 20. So he's only ever been around adults! Love would just be trying to coax the kid, be gentle and sweet, try and get their mind onto something else if there's no issue at hand that she can do something about.

Poncho.. I feel like he'd just go over and pat their head. If it was a situation he felt safe to do so.

PHEW, ALL DONE! Some of these answers wound up really long...

Thanks again for the ask and I hope you had/have a nice day too!