#Connie O'Clock

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So for my Cuphead Hades & Persephone AU, have a few more ideas that I think will work really well for it, let me know if you have any questions or would like more information about. I am always down for answering questions/asks if you have any!

I decided to have King Dice in a relationship with a character by @mayadile (whom I believe is the original creator of them), Connie O'Clock. That way I can have the reader and Devil be together without any confusion on King Dice's relationship with the Devil, and so I can have cute husband/partner (I believe Connie is nonbinary as I have seen mayadile's art of them using they/them pronouns) relationship scenes too!

I also have ideas for the reader's and Devil's children, one of which is a trans! female (and will eventually have a girlfriend), and I have many ideas for cute coming out and other queer/LGBT scenes too!

The reader is going to not be gothic in the beginning (as it's not something that's widely accepted during that time period) and will become more gothic over time

The children of the reader and Devil will have predetermined names and personalities but the reader will not have a predetermined name (as that way it's inclusive for everyone)

The reader will be nonbinary but will be born a female, as a way to play into the Persephone characterization/inspiration and to make sense for how the children will be born/created (as it's just the most comfortable for me to write but there won't actually be any scenes about giving birth but there might be some for pregnancy (I have some ideas for that but I wont include them if it makes anyone uncomfortable)

The reader will have a predetermined personality but I will take suggestions/requests for scenes/reactions for the reader if that is something you would like to see

There will be no NSFW scenes, maybe a bit suggestive but not explicitly written or stated

Not all of the reader's and Devil's kids will be related by blood, I have ideas for them to adopt a young Necromancer (as I think it would be cute/cool to see)

The reader is going to be a florist, again to play into the Persephone characterization, but be a bit more Addams-esque in personality (like knowing and tending to poisonous/dangerous plants like Belladonna or Nightshade)

I will be adding some of my own original characters to add plot and interactions to the story, one of which is Cerberus (I am so excited for him!)

And that's everything I have so far! Again, I am always open to asks/questions and would love to hear what you think!

I hope you enjoy this so far and I plan on actually writing it sometime this week, so look forward to that!

[marvelfilth]

The mustache

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Natasha crashes your date

Masterlist

You let a fake laugh bubble out of your mouth for what feels like a hundredth time this evening. Your date looks smug, her eyes trailing over your form, almost leering. She takes a sip of her wine and licks her lips slowly, daring you to look.

You don't.

You can almost hear Natasha say I told you so.

You clear your throat and take another bite of a perfectly made steak - the only saving grace of this disastrous date.

You mentally cringe, closing your eyes briefly. Objectively, the date is going well - she showed up on time, held the door for you, helped you to your seat and made perfect small talk, occasionally throwing in a joke or two. You can excuse her wandering eyes, knowing you've been throwing mixed signals all evening.

You nod along to whatever story she's telling, smiling and chuckling when it's appropriate. You barely resist the urge to excuse yourself. You chew on your lower lip, wondering how you allowed yourself to get in such a mess.

Your phone chimes once, screen lightning up with a new notification.

Natasha.

Yep. Here's your answer.

You look at your date, hating how different her smile is from your best friends. It's too large, too open and not even half as genuine. Natasha's smiles are small, barely noticeable, but they're enough to make your breath come short.

You sigh. You need to stop comparing your every date to Natasha.

“Do you mind if I take a look? It might be important,” you ask, reaching for your phone. She nods happily, waving the waiter over for another glass of wine.

How bad is it?

You snort, coughing immediately to cover up the sound and reaching for your glass.

Another message appears right in front of your eyes.

That bad?

You choke on your wine, discreetly looking around, but coming up short.

Six o'clock, dumbass.

You wait a moment and look right behind you, mouth falling open when you finally see her.

She's sitting three tables down, wearing your favorite hoodie and a black cap. With sunglasses covering her eyes. In a dimly lit restaurant. What makes you let out a strangled laugh, though, is a perfect old fashioned mustache glued right under her nose. She twirls both ends around her fingers, curling them up, before lowering her glasses and sending you an exaggerated wink.

The best spy in the world, the woman who made entire governments collapse, is sitting right behind you, looking like a child playing dress up.

You whip around, your face red, and wave off your date's concerned look. “I'm alright.”

She nods, all too happy to continue talking about all of the famous people she's met through her job.

You hide your phone under the table and shoot your best friend a text.

You're ridiculous

Her reply comes instantly.

And yet you love me.

Her words hit a little too close to home.

You are hopelessly in love with your best friend.

Another message comes through.

What's wrong?

You frown, eyes darting around. You didn't even do anything to warrant the question.

And don't even try to lie. I can tell something's wrong.

You sigh, tell Natasha everything is fine, and place your phone face down on the table, your date still recounting a story of how she met some actress.

The next half an hour is tense. You can feel Natasha's eyes on you. You can hear her plotting a way to get you out of here, but you know you have to at least try to make it work, if not with… Connie? Courtney? Then with someone else, before you go completely mad.

Your phone rings. You can't stop yourself from picking it up.

“Sorry, it’s an emergency.” Your excuse sounds bad even to your own ears, and you wince when your date pointedly looks away with pursed lips.

“Do you want me to throw her out of the window?” She starts without a preamble. “If not, I have a knife in my boot and you know how good I am with knives.”

“Can't you handle it without me?” You ask, knowing Natasha will play along. Your date reaches for her purse, dejected. Guilt swirls in your chest, and you contemplate your next words. Maybe you should stay and-

“Don't feel bad, she's been looking at the blonde to your right since she came in,” Natasha drawls, “and no, I can't handle it without you. I need you back home.”

You blush, biting on your lower lip.

“I'm sorry, but there's been an-”

“Just go,” your date cuts you off, “I'll handle the bill.” Her eyes are on the blonde girl before she's done speaking, and you leave with your conscience clear.

Natasha catches up to you outside and leads you to her corvette - her sunglasses and cap are gone, but that ridiculous mustache is still in place.

“What do you think?” She asks as she opens the door for you before going around the car and taking a seat behind the wheel. “I like the look.”

You snort and shake your head, amused with your best friend's antics. “It's… something.”

She rolls her eyes, starting the engine. “I know you love it.”

You hum, relaxing against the soft leather, your worries stoved away by Natasha's calming presence.

“Why do you keep going on dates if you hate it so much?” She asks when you reach Compound gates.

You sigh, think of an answer that would get her off your back without making her suspicious.

“I just… I-” you stutter, wincing.

Great.

She raises an eyebrow, looking absolutely ridiculous, but so, so beautiful, it makes your entire chest ache.

The car comes to a stop, and Natasha focuses all of her attention on you.

“I need to get over someone.”

There, you've said it.

“Who?” She asks, and for the first time in all the years you've known her you can't read her at all.

“You don't know them.”

She looks ahead, her jaw clenched tight. “How long?”

You blink away the tears. “A few years.”

She looks down at her lap, her fingers tapping against her thigh. “Who?” She asks again.

“Natasha…”

“Is it Carol?” Her voice is tight, her eyes dart around the street.

“God no,” you chuckle, thinking about your blond friend. Valkyrie would kill you on the spot if you even looked at her the wrong way, not that you're interested anyway. They need to get over themselves and finally admit their feelings to each other. Anyone can see their pining from a mile away.

“Kate?”

You shake your head. “You don't know them.”

“Then tell me. What would it matter?”

“Nat, can we just-”

“Tell me.”

You groan, and turn to open the door, but Natasha’s hand landing on your thigh stops you. You swallow, freezing on the spot.

“Please.”

You close your eyes, bracing yourself for the inevitable. “It's you,” you whisper.

The hand on your thigh clumps tight. “What?”

“It's you,” you repeat, feeling braver after the admission. “Always you.”

She lets out a deep, shaky breath, before reaching for your face with her other hand. “Look at me, please.”

You face her, eyes still closed, a few tears sliding down your cheeks. They're wiped away a moment later, and your face gets enveloped in the softest warmth.

“Open your eyes.”

You swallow, and do as she asked. She looks at you like you're the most precious thing in the world.

“I love you.”

Your heart skips a beat at her words, lips falling open. “What?”

She smiles, her thumb tracing patterns on your wet cheek. “I love you.”

You look at her for a long moment, taking in her features - her forest green eyes, tender and soft, the slope of her nose, so kissable. Your eyes trail lower and then suddenly a loud laugh makes its way out of your chest. You bend, clutching your stomach, happy tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.

Natasha looks delightfully confused.

“I'm sorry, it's just…” you giggle, pointing at her face, “the mustache.”

She groans, tearing it away. “I've been going crazy all this time, you know.”

“Yeah?” You grin, head spinning.

“Yeah,” she says before claiming your lips. She's soft, so soft it makes your toes curl and your chest get warm and fuzzy. The kiss is gentle, loving. You mewl against her, opening your mouth and welcoming her tongue.

The kiss grows heated.

“I,” you gasp between the kisses, “I love you. So much.”

You can feel her blinding smile in the next kiss, and the one that comes after.

[sentience-if]

bothering Connie o'clock

[w1shes0]

TWO // Levi Ackerman x Reader

(chap three —> https://www.tumblr.com/w1shes0/767992044345081856/three-levi-ackerman-x-reader )

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you had made sure to go into work half an hour early the next morning, being late on your very first day was something you just could not live with.

once you got to your new desk, you saw that petra had left a note taped to the computer screen. "your login will be your email and the password is 123 (you will get to change this later) ps. make sure to get mr ackerman a tea before he arrives- no sugar." you read out loud.

before you got settled down, you made sure to quickly head over to the cafe across the street from your building, buying a single tea and a coffee, and then heading back to your desk.

"should i leave the tea in his office?" you mumbled to yourself as you looked down at the cup in your hands. shrugging, you slowly opened the door, peering inside to see an isolated room. quickly, you placed the tea onto his desk, peering down at the decorations he had lined neatly at the front of his desk. there was a picture with what you could only guess was his mother and himself as a young child.

'cute' you thought to yourself before rushing out. he didn't look like a man who would want you in his office without permission.

half an hour later, levi walked out of the elevator, stopping by your desk. "good morning, ms laurier." he nodded towards you as you stood up and greeted him back. "good morning sir, you have an appointment at 1 o'clock today with a Mr Woods from America- then at 3:30 you have a meeting with Mr Erwin Smith who will be accompanied by Ms Hange Zoe." you inform him as he nods. "push the 1o'clock to 2. i have a head ache." he says before heading into his office.

a few minutes later he comes out, his brows furrowed and the cup you had placed on his desk in his hand.

"ms laurier." he called out as he angrily walked over to your desk before practically slamming the cup down onto your desk. "yes... mr ackerman? is there something wrong with the tea?" you question. "its cold. unacceptable- also this is jasmine. i don't drink jasmine tea- i drink black tea. also you do not put any sort of drink down onto my desk without a coaster. remember these for next time and bring me another tea." he ordered before marching back into his office.

scoffing, you grab the tea and throw it into the trash beside you before wiping down the few drops that had unfortunately landed onto your own desk. "you're the one who came half and hour later." you mumbled to yourself.

"here you are, sir. i'm sorry about earlier." you hand him the tea as he takes a sip from it and nods, placing it onto his desk, a wooden coaster underneath it. "did you push the appointment with woods?" he questions, his focus still on the papers in front of him. "yes i did, on my way to the cafe. mr woods said that it's fine but it'll have to be shorter as he's got another appointment at 3." you explain as he nods. "good, i can't stand that guy anyway."

"you may go." he waves you away after a few seconds of silence, in which you quickly rush out of his office.

as you take a seat at your desk, you hear your name being called out down the hall. "connie!" you smile as he approaches you. "so, how is your first day going so far?" he questions as he leans against your desk.

"well... so far i've managed to mess up a tea order and also apparently ruin his desk by not using a coaster, but at least i got the appointments and meetings under control." you purse your lips as he chuckles. "you'll get used to it, i've talked to the big boss a few times and he's good once you get to know him."

"connie.. those few times were you telling him that your department is doing 'decent' during his monthly check ins." you roll your eyes as he stands up straight. "the point is... you get used to being yelled at for tea orders."

"ms laurier, i'm- mr spinger? what are you doing up here? you're located on the 10th floor." levi walks out of his office and towards your desk.

"oh, hello boss! i was just wishing my friend here good luck on her first day." he nervously explained, you had never seen connies posture so straight before, it was almost laughable.

"he was just leaving, sir," you glare at connie as he bids levi goodbye and rushes for the elevator. "was there something wrong?" you question as he shakes his head. "no... no, i was just heading over to floor 20, the new model has been made." he turned back to you. "you will be accompanying me."

"right, i go wherever you go." you remember as he nods. "so the new model? did you design it?"

"i design all of my car models. the only ones i have had assistance with are the 14' series."

you silently nodded, astonished at the amount of talent this man carries. not only is he practically a genius, he's also insanely good looking.

it took the elevator a while to get down to the 20th floor, in which the two of you stayed completely silent. it was extremely awkward for you but it seemed like levi was comfortable in the silence. once the doors opened, you let out the breath you didn't realise you had been holding and followed him out.

"i want your opinion on the car, so when we get in there make sure you really analyse it." he turned to look at you as he spoke. you nod and grip your shirt fabric as he stops at a door, pushing it open.

"mr ackerman!" a man rushes to his side, a bright smile on his face, you had your eyes focusing on your shoes out of nervousness. "hello jeager." he greets. the familiar name immediately made your head snap towards the man.

"oh my god.. eren?!" you exclaim as his smile fades. "suki..." his eyes widen as you hold your breath. "oh wow.. you work here?" you question as he nods. "your.. the new assistant."

"you two know each other?" levi asks. "yes.. eren- he's an old friend." you turn to your boss as he nods. "you two can catch up later. for now, jeager i'd like to see the car. i was told it was done." he says as eren immediately snaps back into a professional posture, motioning for levi to follow him.

the 20th floor was completely different to every other floor, it was solely built for the making and transporting of new cars. the models get made and taken down through a special elevator that leads out into the garage directly from the 20th floor in which the car is then taken to the showroom besides the building. once its green lighted, the car is then mass produced and sold world wide- so far every single car levi ackerman has come up with has been a great success.

"what do you think, suki?" levi turns to you after eren shows him the car thoroughly. "i think its amazing, truly. the paint job, the leather seats... the design is immaculate." you nod as he nods. "you don't have anything negative to say about it?" he asks and you shake your head.

"alright. jeager, safely transport the car. i don't want to hear anything about the car being scratched while in the moving process like last time." he says before walking past him and towards the exit, you quickly follow him, giving eren one last glance.

"you can go off to lunch, laurier. i'll be in my office until 2. i want you to meet me at the conference room by 2. bring me a black coffee." he says and you thank him before rushing down to the canteen where you saw connie.

slapping him on the shoulder, he turns around, a pained expression. "oh, suki!" he grins. "you idiot, how could you suggest this job to me while knowing that eren works here?!" you point your finger at him as he rolls his eyes. "oh you met him did you... look, you needed a job so i got you a job. if you two can't act civil that's not my fault." he shrugs as you scowl at him.

"come on go get your food and sit down." connie ushered you after no response. rolling your eyes at him, you turned away and angrily gathered your food. your new resolve was to avoid eren at all cost.

it shouldn't be too hard... you thought to yourself. he did work on the 20th floor whilst you were up on the 67th- practically hours apart— or that was what you told yourself at least.

"hey newbie, hows it going with the big boss?" you heard a male voice behind you. turning, you see a man grinning down at you with petra beside him. "oluo, she has a name." petra rolls her eyes as she places her tray of food beside yours, sitting down. "but, really, how is it going? he's not giving you a hard time is he?" she asked you, her expression and tone soft. you gulp down the food you had been chewing and clear your throat.

"it's going... great. sometimes he gets unnecessarily mad but i've learnt to just deal with it." you smile as she nods. she offers you some more advice before wishing you good luck and moving to a different table. you continue your conversation with connie before realising that your break was over soon.

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[slutsukio]

study date. (bf!armin x blk!femreader)

in the heart of academia, where the fragrance of knowledge lingered, you and armin ventured into the sacred realm of the campus' library, bright and early─ 5 o'clock in the morning to be precise. the atmosphere was charged with the palpable anticipation of impending final exams, a collective buzz of students immersed in the rigors of preparations for a plethora of upcoming tests. amidst this sea of focused scholars your eyes met a diverse array of individuals engrossed in their respective studies.

the daunting task that loomed before you and armin was the mastery of ASL by the approaching monday. while both of you possessed a foundational understanding of the basics ─ the fluid conversations, the nuanced expressions, and the art of signing in tandem with spoke words ─the nerve-wracking reality emerged from the knowledge that seven seasoned and professional sign language interpreters would scrutinize your skills and presentations.

in the light of this challenge, the hours unfolded as a crucible of dedication and meticulous practice. each minute, you and armin delved deeper into the intricacies of ASL, refining your signs and perfecting the synchronicity of your expressions. the library, once merely a backdrop for academic exploration, transformed into a haven for the relentless pursuit of linguistic finesse.

as the hours progressed, the weight of the imminent presentation hung in the air, motivating both of you to strive for nothing short of perfection. the goal was clear ─ to deliver a flawless performance that would not only showcase your proficiency in ASL but also captivate the attention of those seven discerning interpreters.

the clock had barely struck noon when you and armin decided to take a respite from your intensive study session, finding a quiet alcove amidst the library's towering shelves. releasing a contented sigh that resonated with the weight of a momentary relaxation, you indulged in a luxuriously deep stretch, your body unwinding like a cast basking in the warmth of the sun.

as your muscles surrendered to the stretch, you shifted your gaze toward armin, a genuine smile playing upon your lips, a manifestation of the unspoken joy derived from the simplicity of the moment. with an appreciative glint in your eyes, you deliberately took in the details of his features─ the sun-kissed strands of his blonde hair, the depth of his cerulean eyes that held a multitude of stories, and the subtle allure of his soft pink lips.

observing the rosy hue that painted his cheeks in the aftermath of maintaining prolonged eyes contact, you couldn't help but notice the subtle yet undeniable impact it had on him; a silent exchange that lingered in the air like an unspoken connection. the shared laughter that followed echoes with the resonance of newfound understanding, a bridge of camaraderie spanning the distance between you. in the wake of this unspoken exchange, a question lingered on the tip on your tongue, and as you parted your lips, you felt the weight of curiosity intermingled with the delicate dance of unspoken words.

in the cocoon of that tranquil pause, you breached the subject of mutual aquaintances, "how's connie doing these days? i heard about what happened at the game, sasha told me, and i heard he popped his leg out of place. is he better?" the concern in your inquiry echoed through the air, a testament to the bonds that tethered your lives together and the genuine interest you held for the well-being of your friends.

armin released a heavy sigh, the weight of concern evident in the furrow of his brow and the weariness that seemed to settle on his shoulders, prompting him to scoot his chair closer to the table, running his fingers through his silky hair, he began to unravel the table of a recent mishap, unfolding a narrative of injury that went far beyond a mere inconvenience.

"the doctor had to pop it back in place," armin disclosed, his voice carrying the echo of empathy for connie, "and he has to walk with crutches for the next three weeks." the gravity of the situation hung in the air, casting a somber shadow over the room. armin, who continued to relay the complete picture, continued, "then, on top of all that stuff, he has to do physical therapy before he can even entertain the thought of being back on the field."

as armin shared this intricate web of challenges and setbacks, you couldn't contain the spontaneous "damn," that slipped through the air like an unintentional sigh. this unexpected outburst, accompanied by a chuckle that escaped your lips, lingered in the atmosphere, a momentary lapse in the gravity of armin's narrative that perhaps wasn't needed at that exact juncture. realizing the time of your reaction, you quickly offered a sheepish apology, "sorry." the word woven with a sincerity but also a half-assed awkward laugh, seeking to mend the delicate fabric of the conversation.

in response, a soft smirk danced onto armin's face, a subtle acknowledgement that, despite the seriousness of the shared tales, your momentary lapse had added a touch of unexpected levity to the exchange. "well, boohoo for him," you continued, your voice taking on a playfully dismissive tone as you sought to downplay the weight of armin's challenges. "like i always say, it aint none of my business-" your sentence hung in the air, poised to continue, but before you could add another layer to your commentary, a sassy ahem cut through the air, the unmistakable sound of the librarian's disapproval punctuating the moment with a touch of stern interruption.

the librarian's gaze, sharp as the edge of a well-worn book, fell upon them— a silent warning echoing through the air and casting an almost tangible aura of disapproval. feeling the weight of that stern scutiny, you exchanged a perplexed look with armin, your eyes seeking answers within the depths of his expression. turning back to the librarian, a subtle ballet of facial expressions unfolded— your eyebrows knit together in a quizzical fashion, followed by a dismissive eyeroll that conveyed a mix of frustration and nonchalance. with a dismissive shake of your head, you refocused your attention on armin, seamlessly resuming your conversation with him despite the looming disapproval.

undeterred by your nonchalant disregard, the librarian, an imposing figure draped in an air of authority, advanced toward your secluded corner. her disapproving gaze now took on a vocal form as she delivered a speech about the perceived disrespect you two were displaying, disrupting the studious ambiance for other diligent students. despite your strategic position tucked away from the prying ears of your fellow scholars, the librarian seemed determined to voice her disapproval.

as she embarked on her lecture, you prepared a retort, ready to stand your ground against the unjust accusation. "first and foremost-" you began, a spark of defiance in your eyes. however, armin, ever the voice of reason, interjected, offering a sincere apology in a bid to diffuse the escalating tension and avoid further trouble.

the librarian, though not entirely convinced, graced you both with a half-hearted smile before waddling away, a symbolic retreat but with lingering scrutiny, watching over you like a vigilant dog guarding its territory. seizing the momentary reprieve, you kicked armin's leg, a clandestine exchange in the aftermath of the librarian's watchful gaze.

in the tense silence, you dared to challenge the silence. you signed to armin, "that strict bitch got me fucked up." your fingers moving with precision. armin cracked a smile, and a soft laugh, before it was contained with his serious face— which he could not hold. a daring comment on the librarian's serious countenance elicited the first whispers of shared laughter.

armin, his expressive hands translating his thoughts into graceful features, embarked on signing soliloquy, articulating the depth of your disdain towards the librarian and how he found it both audacious and amusing. even as he chastised you for the audacity of your words— well in this case, signs, —a subtle symphony of amusement played on his lips, manifesting as a soft chuckle that gracefully danced through the air with each sign, weaving together the threads of his disapproval and shared amusement.

your frustration bubbled over as you signed back to him, a clear expression of discontent etched across your face, "i don't care how mean it is, she should've waddled her saggy-titty ass over to those kids over there who're munching so loudly you can hear it from a mile away." the intensity of your annoyance was palpable, yet a paradoxical twist of humor tugged at the corners of your lips as your fingers signed your frustration.

in the midst of your evident frustration, a peculiar phenomenon unfolded – laughter, like an unexpected gust of wind, swept through the solemnity of the moment. the dichotomy between your exasperation and the absurdity of the situation struck a chord, and an involuntary laugh escaped your lips. this unexpected release triggered a domino effect onto armin, who, caught in the whirlwind of conflicting emotions, joined you in a symphony of laughter.

hands instinctively rose to cover faces and mouths, desperately attempting to stifle the burgeoning laughter, but it proved futile. laughter, contagious and unrestrained, echoed through the air like a rebellious melody. in the shared absurdity of the moment, you and armin found yourselves caught in a loop of hilarity, your attempts to quell the laughter only intensifying its persistence. the library, a bastion of silence, momentarily surrendered to the raucous symphony of mirth you both unwittingly orchestrated.

as the librarian, her patience threads worn thin, strode over to our secluded corner, the air in the library seemed to tense, much like the yellowed pages of a time-worn volume about to surrender to the weight of ages. with a demeanor as stern as the rigid silence she enforced, she brought her presence to bear on our animated study session. in a moment, akin to the snap of an old volume's spine yielding to the passage of countless readings, her restraint unraveled.

the second warning followed swiftly, a non-negotiable decree delivered with the eloquence of a stern flick of her fingers. it marked the abrupt end of our scholarly haven, and you and armin found yourselves unceremoniously expelled from the temple of quiet learning. the librarian, a harbinger of order in this sanctuary of knowledge, insisted on our immediate departure, scolding us for the transgression of laughter in her sacred space of silence.

as we gathered our belongings, a ripple of amusement still clinging to our senses, you and armin exchanged glances. you, sprawled on the floor in a fit of uncontrollable laughter, and armin, tears streaming down his face from the unexpected hilarity of the disrespectful moment, shared a moment of connection amidst the chaos. in that shared gaze, the laughter echoed louder than the librarian's reprimand, transcending the confines of the library's strict decorum and etching a memory of a rebellious, yet delightful, escape from the temple of silence.

beyond the weighty portals of the library, liberation unfolded with a saccharine taste, and the resonance of their laughter, akin to a clandestine elixir, cascaded through the echoing corridors. in the shadowy recesses, you and armin, you guys' backs pressed against the frigid walls, imbibed the bitter-sweet irony of their ejection from the sanctum of silence. the solemnity of scholarly pursuit clashed harmoniously with the exuberant and indomitable spirit of youth.

"perhaps," armin mused, his voice a thoughtful cadence, "we might find solace in a locale less draconian in its demand for silence." he delicately wiped away the remnants of laughter-induced tears, exhaling a deep sigh that metamorphosed into an affable smile, a blend of mirth and contemplation.

in response, you, still caught in the remnants of amusement, nodded with a grace that echoed understanding. "a haven where the librarian of knowledge not only tolerates but appreciates the symphony of humor might be our refuge." a melodic chuckle escaped your lips, harmonizing with the lingering echoes of laughter, as you embarked on a leisurely stroll down the corridor, transforming the expulsion from the library into a vibrant and enlightening chapter in your unconventional yet knowledge-filled study session.

❁ suki speaking — fun study session with armin, followed with lots of laughter and scolding!! this was fun to write ngl. the longest oneshot i ever wrote. ts was 2k words, hell. this was meant for neso + all the armin fanboys / fangirls, and his ass better ready every one of these 2,017 words. ok byee guys, im gna go work on my ocs now :3.

[ninetyminutes]

NBC had set up a meeting for eight o'clock in the morning to hear the pitch. If Michaels didn't show, "SNL" probably would have still been greenlit, but there was certainly no guarantee. Ebersol recalled Michaels saying, "Dick, eight o'clock?!? You know I can't function at that hour." TV producer and talent agent Bernie Brillstein was the one who called Michaels to make sure he got up and was there on time.

Ebersol remembered Michaels finally showing up and doing his best to suck up to the suits in the room:

"I don't know if he'd even been to bed, and he's sitting with these two guys who, despite whatever nice things they did for me, I have to give the title of 'stiffs.' They're basically asking if Connie Stevens is going to do the show. Lorne goes into his best BS. When it's over they say, 'Well, he's awfully young. But okay, you can have him.'"

[mrsjavierp]

Where you belong?

Chapter 3 - Acquainted

Javier Peña x latin!f!reader

Summary: Running away from life as you always knew to start a new position as Head Chief on a DEA Office, far away, on Colombia. There, you'll face violence, as you never thought you could. There, you'll meet Javier Peña, your stubborn agent...

Warnings (to the whole fic): +18!, angst, smut, cheating, last relationships, drug dealing, bad spanish, english is my second language, use of Y/N and Y/LN, no description of the reader.

(If I forgot anything, tell me, pls!)

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: thanks so much for all your love! Sorry to keep you waiting, hope you like it!

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Narrator's POV:

Coming out of the shower, Javier, once more, fought against his crave to remember:

Y/N dancing, he could see himself holding that body close...

Stop it, Javier! - he thought

Y/N wearing her red lipstick and a black dress, he could almost feel her lips on his...

No, stop it! - he continued.

Y/N almost purring when she called that stupid barman by "mi amor", oh, he could do so much: He could punish her, he could imagine her moaning...

No, fuck, no! - his voice in his mind almost screamed. - Stop, Javier. He doesn't want you, why would she anyway?

Y/N didn't even like Peña, so he believed...

Of course Y/N's supposed rejection towards Javier could be explained by a bunch of reasons: he was arrogant, was a complicated subordinate, a living RH nightmare, hated to follow the rules and orders, and risks? Oh, the stupid risks...

Truth be told, Javier Peña was fucked up in a lot of ways.

His boss had hella of work to do, a reputation to manage and maintain. If she's half as smart as he thought, she would have studied her team, to say the least.

Javier Peña had a problem, although. He wasn't expecting or counting that she would be so fucking perfect: loved whiskey and cigars, smart and hot as hell, such an angel that a devil like him definitely did NOT deserve.

And, of course, didn't want anything to do with him.

And now, she was just a few steps away, right next door.

Javier took a deep breath, trying to pick up an outfit, be damned the day he said "Yes" to Connie and Steve to join them at the USA's club in Bogota.

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Y/N's POV - 1st Person

I should've known better... I should've said something before... I knew I wasn't gonna run away forever. - I thought. - Oh fuck, and he just entered home, like, in the morning. Where have you been, Peña? Stop it! Leave it!

I shook my head, trying to keep him out.

I had so much to do, groceries, Mail, beauty salon, bank, Yoga... Then, I'd go check the USA's club here.

But he had to show up like that? When I'm trying to dodge him?

Around 1 pm, I went to the damn club, they checked my ID and let me in.

It seemed really nice, with lots of activities, different sports, a bar, restaurant, SPA... It almost felt like an advantage to fight the drug war.

After I changed and put my bag into the locker they lent to me, I walked around for a while, until I decided to lay by the pool, wearing nothing but my red bikini, enjoying the heat and the breeze.

All was missing: a good drink and a bittersweet cigar.

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Steve, Connie and Javi arrived about 2 o'clock, and the club looked a little bit empty than it would be on such a beautiful day. All of them were still trying to recover from the insane amount of tequila they drank.

All 3 agreed to go to the pool, since it was such a beautiful day and the bar provided all they needed.

Connie started to babble about Y/N, when they sat down, how she was a strong, smart woman. She wasn't a pushover... If so, Y/N was hard working and demanding of all of the DEA.

Javier made a face, while Y/N was the subject. He just wanted a little bit of peace, just to forget about you, until Monday. Murphy knew his partner like a few, and loved to mess with him even more.

Steve pretended that he didn't understand what bothered Javier so badly and endorsed Connie.

Steve ordered the beers, trying to enjoy a little break from all.

Javier's mind went to a place he avoided, just like the night before: his life in the US.

Truth be told, he could've brought Lorraine, she could try to make a home, he could see his son grow a little closer... But when they offered a chance to escape his wife, he left without looking back.

Colombia, despite all the problems, meant freedom to be, peace to live. He left the US, but brought an old self, another version, honoring his so called fame as "Laredo's leg spreader".

Not even his marriage kept Javier safe from that fame.

Of course, Lorraine and her family ignored all the comments and rumors about it, and when they've got a shot, loved to put Lorraine as a savior, his savior from a life of sins and depraved behavior.

Of course, Javier avoided doing anything at Laredo or its proximity.

But, again, Colombia was a new world, even with an anchor.

Once a week, he called his son, his little boy who was 3 years old, sent letters very often, sent money, different toys and... Was obligated to actually speak to Lorraine.

How could Javier deny his baby boy a family, just like he had?

Well, not exactly like that. Chucho and su mama loved each other a lot, not the same case as he had in his so-called relationship.

Avoiding another self-pity session, Javier made an effort to hunt his next company to bring home... At the same time, he spotted a hella of a piece of ass, wearing a ridiculously small red bikini.

Although Javier couldn't see a face yet, he was quite amused by the view and continued to appreciate it.

A few minutes later, a waiter came to serve her... With a scotch.

Neat scotch.

That's odd. - he thought. - what a coincidence.

She sat down, still not facing him. Her hair was smooth, with the wind playing with it.

"Showtime!" - he whispered to himself, leaving Connie and Steve.

Walking, as if he was the king of the world, towards the red bikini lady, he could see a little more... Her smooth skin, her curves, her nice ass, that was even hotter seeing it closely... Even noticed something on her ribs, maybe a tattoo?

Javier, the king of the world, was wearing a white speedo and open button down linen shirt, his aviator sunglasses, flip flops and his cocky smile...

A smile that started to fade, as her beautiful body became more familiar, her fresh perfume invaded his nostrils... And Y/N finally looked at him.

"There's no fucking way..." - he thought.

Steve and Connie felt like they're watching a stupid romcom, holding themselves, trying not to laugh in a way they'd notice.

"Agent Peña?" - she called him, pretending to be confused, yet, with her mouth watering so badly when notices his cock throbbing through his speedo.

A ridiculous tight speedo, that left little to no imagination.

You ignored the arousal between your legs.

As you spoke his name, with that mocking tone, that accent, that voice he hated to love, Javier became borderline painful. It felt like all of his blood went straight to his cock.

And there was him, dick hard as a rock, wearing small white swimming trunks, face to face with Y/N, the woman who he was positively sure hated his guts.

His jefe.

In parallel, little did Javier Jesus Peña know how you were drooling over his figure.

Of course you're having the time of your life, seeing the embarrassment all over his face, as he did not expect any of that...

However, not only your mouth, but also your very much wet cunt, clenching over nothing.

You got up, walked slowly on purpose, saving that unholy view, to greet that devil.

You meet halfway, but close to the pool.

"Javier Jesus Peña..." - she said, his name dancing on her lips. To him, it felt like something bittersweet. Felt like a motherfucking sin, a curse. - "What brought, better, who dragged you here? Let me guess, Connie and Steve?"

"Si, jefe." - he responded, still in disbelief. - "Care to join us?" - he showed the table. - "I know how you like'em."

Fighting Escobar seemed like eating candy, compared to the effort he was doing to look calm.

"Sure, will be nice. I did not expect company, since we all drank tequila as if it was water... Not even from you, given that you arrived in the morning." - and she laughed.

Javier offered to pick up her stuff, as she made her way to the seat. You let him, trying to keep it together.

In fact, you kept together, just not enough to walk straight, since you fell into the poll.

Per instinct, Javier took off his sunglasses and jumped, to save her.

"Gracias, Javi..." - he noticed that was the first time she called him by nickname.

You had military training, was an unbelievably fast and handy fighter, could take down a man twice your size, knew how to survive in the jungle, to shoot, to swim, to kill... You're Head Chief of the DEA.

Not to Javier, at the moment.

You're just a lady in danger to him.

Yes, Javier Peña was a manwhore, that was no secret, he fucked half of Bogota, was no stranger to brothels... But, on the other hand, he could be a gentleman. He grew up in Texas, it was his southern way.

Javier picked you up in his big and strong arms and took you to the edge of the pool. For a few, he could feel your soft skin, now wet, shivering... Saw your nipples get hard and appear though the bikini…

You really meant to thank him.

Javier just nodded, still taking in all those feelings and sensations, especially the one of having you so close, you fit so well against him...

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Next

[chuthulhu-plays]

[ID: a screenshot from Coral Island. The player is watching TV. On it, a pastiche of Conan O'Brien called Conny is sitting behind his desk, smiling at the guest on the couch. The guest has softly spiking ash-blond hair, thick five o'clock shadow, a dour expression and a gigantic sword strapped to his back. Conny is announcing that his guest is Claude Strafe. End ID.]

I know exactly enough about Final Fantasy to start cracking up laughing at this guest being introduced as an environmental terro--errrr, activist. I'll play it one of these days but I KNOW it'll consume my brain and I've just no got time for that

[grapenehifics]

Chapter 75

(Link)

We were not a Kraft mac&cheese family growing up and when I tried it as an adult I came to the conclusion that I think you had to grow up with it to understand it. (This is also how I feel about breakfast cereals. The ones you had as a kid are automatically good, and the ones you did not are bad.)

I spent probably too long looking up the names of the adult exercise equipment that shows up in public parks sometimes.

Anakin not knowing the difference between how fraternal and identical twins happen mimics the fact that I had to google the difference to make sure I had it right before I wrote it.

Kids DVDs from the library, in theory, are a great idea, because then you don't have to pay for them, and they're not cluttering up your house if you don't like them. In practice, you have to check out twice as many as you really want to watch, because half of them are super dirty and won't play.

I just accepted it as the norm when I was in high school, but now that I'm older, I'm starting to realize that homework over winter break is in fact really shitty and should not exist. I have a job and I don't work when I'm on vacation! Why do we expect schoolkids to do it?

I picked up the phrase 'squirrel-caging' from one of my favorite books - quite possibly my very favorite book, although I don't really like ranking books - Crosstalk by Connie Willis. God, I love Connie Willis. I love everything she does. (But Crosstalk is the best.)

I don't know how much I should have explained this - I don't know how it works in other parts of the world - but in L.A. if you want to go ice skating it costs money, because you have to go to a rink, because we don't have any ice :)

"What happens at six o'clock?" is a reference to Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.

Anakin remembered to lock his front door! Progress!

"Then wouldn't you be naked?" is from Casino Royale (the Daniel Craig one).

One of the great things about writing a fic this long, and that covers this many years, is that they can reference things like a random class Obi-Wan took in college and both know what he's talking about. It's just this throwaway thing that doesn't really matter, except to illustrate how far back their history with each other goes. A lot of the time it's annoying, from a continuity perspective, but sometimes it's really great.

I introduced the idea of getting Korkie a Christmas present in this chapter and then in the chapter where they see Korkie at Christmas, no mention is made of this present. So, um, pretend it's there. Thanks :)

[angelofstarlight]

Trip to the beach

Celia was smiling as she watched Cuphead and Mugman playing in the water with Chalice. It was nice to see them being children and not fighting. She rather preferred this.

The sorceress then turned her head to see a friend of hers walking over.

"Hello Connie." She said

"HI Celia dear." Connie said.

Connie O'Clock was a magican who worked at the Devil's casino and dating the biggest pain the ass Celia has ever met, King Dice.

How Connie could handle both Dice and Devil she will never know.

"How have you been?" Connie asked.

"I've been great minus having to deal with two assholes trying to get my boys's souls." Celia said.

"They're still at it?" Connie said.

"Yep." Celia said.

Connie rolled their eyes amused at her.

"How can you tolerate them." Celia said.

"They aren't bad once you get to know them." They said.

Celia snorted before seeing the two they were talking about appeared.

"Speak of the Devil and he shall appear." She said.

Connie snorted amused at her. Of course Devil and Dice noticed them.

"Celia what a pleasant surprise." Devil said.

"If you are here for my boys expect to get electrocuted." She said

"Not right now. We needed a break darling and you being here is a coincidence." Dice said smirking.

Celia twitched at the pet name as Connie facepalmed. They loved Dice, they really did but he and Devil were doing a horrible job of convincing Celia to date them.

Connie has zero problems with Dice being poly but this was ridiculous. Then again it was fun watching Celia deny she liked them.

"Stop with the pet names already." Celia said.

"Never sweetheart." Devil said.

Celia felt her eye twitched.

"You two are bastards." She said

"We know." They said each kissing a cheek.

Celia went red from being flustered or anger, however the two were then hit by a attack from Cuphead.

"Leaving Celia alone!" He yelled.

"That's it you little shit!" Devil yelled.

The two then chased after the three kids as Connie gave Celia a smug look as she went to a lighter red.

"You like them." They teased.

"I do not! I was not expecting that at all! Also aren't you dating Dice." Celia said.

"Yes. But I don't mind Dice dating Devil or you. It's entertaining." Connie replied.

Celia huffed annoyed. She didn't like either of them. They were pains in the ass and would stay like that.

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Celia belong to me

Connie O'Clock belongs to @mayadile

Hope I got Connie right.

Yes I stuck with Dice dating Connie but also made him poly but didn't make Connie poly, just that he was fine with Dice being so.

[having-conniptions]

Your friends love you more than you know.

About two months ago, I went through a life-changing, devastating breakup after an 8+ year relationship. I didn't want to have to tell all of my friends separately, and since this happened not even 2 weeks after my birthday party, I just broke the news to the birthday party group chat.

One of my friends called me a few hours later and asked if I wanted to meet up some day later that week, just to get out of the house and get my mind off things. That alone was very sweet, considering it meant a 4 hour train ride for him at ass o'clock in the morning and another one at "last fucking train" o'clock at night.

But here's the thing:

A little over a week ago, another one of my friends visited me over the weekend and while we were out shopping, she casually mentioned that after my message to the group chat, the same guy (who pretty much only knew her from my birthday parties, by the way) had texted her and asked her "So, what do we do about Conni?"

So my friends NOT ONLY separately decided to offer support and spend more time with me and get me out of the house, THEY TEAMED UP and thought about ways to help me 😭😭 AND I DIDN'T KNOW

I actually cried in the middle of the store when she told me this, I felt so loved

[sacrisomnia]

@fcused asked: ❛ It’s four o'clock in the morning, what are you doing? ❜

"Oh! Shit," Quentin fumbled his notebook shut, his pen bookmarking the page he was on. "Shit, you scared me."

Connie cast a wan shadow over him, the early light limning her hair into a russet halo. She looked more awake than he felt--which was not a hard comparison to achieve.

"I was...studying? We got that big chem test next week, so, you know," he bluffed. Technically it wasn't a lie, as he had started out studying. But then his thoughts strayed with his pen, and eventually transitioned into drawing cats and skulls with a mediocre hand. She caught him while he was in the early stages of outlining Nancy's visage--not a romanticized leftover of a severed intimacy, but just a symptom of his homesickness. Phone calls and mailed polaroids were only so much.

"Can't sleep, anyway."

Sleep only ever came in snatches for him. No matter what bed, what room, what floor, what state, he still lay there in a cold sweat, paranoia prickling the back of his neck, fearing Krueger's face on the other side of his window or his nightmares. Forever worried that once he fell asleep he wasn't going to wake back up. An unkillable dread he had no reason to have over a dead man. Still, it left him antsy. So he's been doing this; passing the tired hours of the morning at one of the benches outside the library, pretending to study.

Quentin gestured towards her, amicable: "What about you? Also looking to get ahead of the academic curve?"

[writer59january13]

The most pregnant event that occurred...

in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

recorded July sixth nineteen sixty upon birth of she who doggedly

pursued me to the ends of the earth and what not take no as an answer.

Unbeknownst to yours truly

a baby girl got born

sixty three years from aforementioned date;

she automatically triggered

excited buzzfeeding murmurs

heard amidst the madding crowd

patiently awaiting to secure their eats

at none other than Horn & Hardart

offering their house special,

albeit free of charge;

the grandfather of present day

food service industry company Grubhub acknowledged storied birth

with roster of special guests such as:

Connie Francis, Eddie Cochran

(the latter came all the way over from the United Kingdom), and even then president

Dwight David Eisenhower

made guest appearance.

Meanwhile, about sixty plus miles away

a little boy, (who lived

in Levittown, Pennsylvania)

experienced a fleeting warm gentle caress

identical to soft summer breeze

linkedin to sugar and spice and everything nice;

he smiled and unknowingly blushed

unaware his destined lifemate

secured courtesy good housekeeping

seal of approval,

which may seem

like an otter outrageous claim,

but mark my words approximately

thirty orbitz around the sun later

would witness his heartthrob

(currently snoozing away on the bed)

pledging to accept first one contra dance

after another until... death due him part.

I ofttimes sat alone

on the concrete steps

at Summit Presbyterian Church

6757 Greene Street, Philadelphia, PA 19119

perusing contents of reading material unable to focus on the words,

cuz excitement prevailed

to exalt in an evening of pure ecstasy. The third Thursday each month

at eight o'clock post meridiem

held special significance

at above named facility,

which constituted kibitizing,

fraternizing, but especially flirting

while contra dancing

usually with no ulterior motive.

Our fate got sealed upon occasion, when I willingly shared Neptune Salad

(a discontinued product sold at Wawa)

with lass who stood

all of four feet and eleven inches

and sported trademark long thick hair,

whose locks (I dreadfully report

long since got lopped off),

then rivalled those of Rapunzel.

As an introverted generic

long haired pencil necked geeky lad

always awkward in the company of people

(even making small talk),

an eventual comfort to converse arose

with longitudinally challenged referenced gal,

whose buzzfeeding dialogue

indeed jump/kick started

us to exchange tidbits about ourselves,

such as address, age, birthday...

and other general information,

hence bringing to my awareness

regarding special occasion

she made debut appearance

within webbed, wide world.

Said lass subsequently

became dance partner for life after she found herself with child we became husband and wife.

[mayadile]

Oh :)  ✨✨🐇🕒🕊️✨✨

[yellow-py]

Andy this is what you get for living on an island with a bunch of maniacs. 

Herbert bristle belongs to @p0ply Festher belongs to @marreeps-art Barron brushwork belongs to @eternalcartoonist Connie o’clock belongs to @mayadile and Florence belongs to @wonderweird

[fnafmangl]

Mr Oddcat and Company fellas! some best cuphead ocs than i love and of friends! Oddcat and Benz tex avery vibe

Mr Oddcat @fnafmangl me!

Benz @poprockpop

Madame @p0ply

Connie O’Clock @mayadile

Anna Thesia @marreeps-art

Cammie Mille @rustybirdcage

Andy Miller @yellow-py

Fran Mcfox @blackgeekygirl

Jadette Emeralda @jade-green-butterfly

Gummy @vanxllavixen

Alexis Heart @startoonz

Claire @paneritas

Futetta Flute @frootrollup1

Dr phantasmo @fluffylulusan

Wendy Widow @randomsnragtimes