#Should I do this with the rest of the pack?

[thetadispatcher]

Nines studied the man a moment, even the lack of change in the other's expression was usable information for him in figuring out Bishop's motive. He wasn't shocked when he came to the conclusion the man was trying to get him to react for his own amusement, it seemed to be something a lot of humans tried to do.

Sure, some actually had good intentions behind it, but he found mainly he had to deal with the ones who made it their goal to see if they could piss him off. Unfortunately for Gavin, Nines enjoyed how his lack of reaction made the man rage so easily, it made basically having to babysit a grown man worth it.

"I know how to tell if a sibling murdered the other or not, possible motives, and how to get information out of them. Not how to act like one as that is not useful to solving a case." He had no need to understand sibling relationships beyond what was necessary to solve a case.

"Of course, our batteries can last way longer then a human's life span. And they may grow tired of the issue before then." Hugh responded with a nod, he had a feeling the problem would likely be forgotten quickly as there were more important issues surrounding android rights to deal with. And wasting time on a bunch of military units that weren't causing issues would be ridiculous.

Kelvin arrived after a few minutes, catching SIxty's attention as the other unit started to help him pack the boxes without acknowledging him. Sixty frowned a bit, showing he really didn't much care for Kelvin likely due to how the android seemed to ignore his existence to focus on his given task.

Sixty would rather talk to the other units, and with Kelvin he couldn't do that or get much of any feedback from him, something that annoyed him. But he never got physically upset with the other android as he understood it wasn't something Kelvin had any control over.

Strasky glanced at the new android, noting his odd clothes and the tactical vest that had a name tag attached to the front. He stopped himself from greeting the android as he noticed the blue cracks around his ear canal, which he felt meant he likely wouldn't be able to hear him.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Rook." Ellis said with a smile and a nod, glancing at Dan as the PL600 walked away to go speak with some of the construction units. He knew Dan could tell they'd do fine without him standing around as they were talking about a shared interest.

"Part of the Jet Grind Radio series. Yep, I've heard of it." He confirmed with a nod. "Hideki Naganuma does good music, very good. He did a song for Lethal League Blaze too, nothin' for the original Lethal League game." He noted, sure a game about hitting a ball back and forth probably wasn't exciting to some, but at least it had a good sound track to listen to.

"I haven't played Jet Set Radio yet, but it is on my list." Ellis slid the jack he was resting on under the nearby vehicle to start jacking it up, feeling he should work and talk at the same time.

"Right now, Pete an' I are doin' Hollow Knight together. For a game about bugs it's got a very good story, an' very interestin' boss fights." He felt Peter's poor explanation of the game might've made it far more interesting to him then it might normally be, but he was okay with that.

That brief show of emotion was met with the same look as before, as Bishop made sure to guard himself at the same time. That was subtle, he had to admit that. Perhaps Cyberlife had managed to create something worth the while.

"I suppose that's a limited sample. Although I would expect someone designed to do detective work would be provided with a deeper understanding of this sort of behavior."

Just because he personally chose not to act like a human being most of the time, it didn't mean he didn't understand how they acted. Then again, that might have just been another jab.

He looked back to his cards, "As they do. You can at least trust in the debate taking so long to get to a point that you might outlive the people involved."

That was what he did anyway.

"Ah, that works." Rook pulled out her phone, "Did you catch that, Willow?"

"Of course." Willow was already on the lookout. A rushing android should be hard to miss.

"Sorry about that. It's better to keep our guards up with Bishop around."

Then again they hadn't heard from the agent in a while. Rook followed Dan all the way to the garage. She didn't know what to expect, but it looked like the construction units looked friendly enough.

"Well, you should probably mention that hole in the wall you made." That seemed like something that should concern these androids.

While she was expecting to spot a familiar face, she could have never guessed who it actually was.

"Yeah, I'm new around here. I'm Rook, nice to meet you!" she replied with a smile, "Okay, that's good to know. I haven't played that game but I like Jet Set Radio. Do you know that one?"

[sweetdispatch]

A break - L. Hughes

pairing: Luke Hughes x girlfriend!reader

summary: Luke announced that he's going back home for the break, assuming that you're working anyways but he doesn't know that you took week off from work to spend time with him

warning: argument, misunderstanding

words: 1.9k

note: ahh, i didn't write anything for the past month because i've been doubting my writing skills, let me know what do you think! feedback is always welcome🎀

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You picked up Luke when he returned from Montreal. It was the last game before a national team break. Since he didn't get called up, you thought that the two of you would spend a whole week together. When the two of you returned to the apartment, you noticed that he’s packing his suitcase. This looked suspicious because he didn't mention going anywhere.

“Umm… What are you doing?” You asked Luke. He closed the gap between the two of you and kissed your forehead.

“I’m packing because tomorrow’ morning I have a flight back home. Since it’s my free week, I want to spend some time with friends and family back in Michigan” He said casually and returned to packing. 

“Oh… You didn’t say anything earlier” You replied trying to cover hurt in your voice. 

“I didn’t plan it honestly but I talked with boys and they’re also going back to Michigan and we’re having a little reunion. You have work anyways so I didn’t bother you with this” 

“So you just decided to leave without saying anything? Very kind of you” You said with sarcasm. Luke sighed loudly.

“Look, it’s not a big deal, you have work so I don’t see a point in sitting here bored and waiting for you to return every single day, I think I can see my friends or are you gonna act possessive now?” You couldn’t believe in his words. 

“I’m not gonna act possessive but it would be nice to know about it earlier” 

“Well, I booked the plane ticket this morning so deal with it” Luke said nonchalantly and you could feel the anger boiling inside of you. Instead of arguing with him, you decided to drop it.

“Whatever…” You turned to go to the bathroom before you spoke again. “And for your information, I took a week off from work so we can spend time together” With that, you closed the bathroom door louder than you should. 

“Well if you would have told me this earlier, I would stay” Luke screamed so you could hear him. You rolled your eyes and started preparing a bath for yourself. You needed to rest and rethink what just happened.

In your opinion, you did nothing wrong and Luke is guilty. You wanted to spend time with him since he doesn’t have training and games and he decided to leave you. Even worse is that he didn’t bother to invite you to go to Michigan with him, knowing that you’re not working and he’s blaming you for this whole mess. You laid in the bath longer than usual because you didn’t want to face him. 

Luke didn’t see a problem in his decision to go back home. It’s his free week and he can do whatever he wants. He’s seeing you every single day and he has a full right to go and see his family and friends. In fact, he thinks that it’s all your fault. If you told him earlier that you took a week off from work, he would stay in New Jersey. He returned to packing, not even bothered that you’re sitting in the bathroom for the second hour. 

You left the bathroom, still mad at him and ignored his presence. Luke did the same. The minute you left the bathroom, he went in to take a shower. You went to the kitchen to eat something before going to sleep. You prepared yourself mac’n’cheese and didn’t even bother to make one for him. You knew it’s petty but in your thinking, he deserves it. 

You returned to the bedroom and went straight to bed. You saw that Luke is still in the bathroom and sighed deeply. You didn’t want to argue with him over something so silly but at the same time, you didn’t want to admit that he’s right and has full right to go and see his family and friends. You closed your eyes and tried to get some sleep. Luke left the bathroom and saw that you’re facing the window and even when he knew that you’re not sleeping, he decided to play your game. Without a word, he laid in the bed and fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up and saw that there’s an empty spot in your bed and the whole apartment is quiet. You stepped out to go and make yourself a cup of tea and notice that Luke left. You send him a quick message. 

Very mature to leave without even bothering to say bye

Have fun in Michigan and hope you won’t return to an empty apartment :)

You were well aware that you’re overreacting but you couldn’t help. You were mad over this whole situation. You drank your tea and decided to get ready for the day. You called your friend to meet up with her. That was the last time you checked your phone for the day. Since Luke left you, you didn’t want to have contact with him or anyone else and thought that maybe the break would be nice for the two of you to figure things out. You left your phone at home and decided to enjoy the day with your friend. 

Luke read your messages and laughed. He knew how petty you can get so he wasn’t even bothered by it. He blocked his phone and returned to the conversation he had with his mom and dad. 

“What’s so funny?” His dad asked. 

“Me and Y/N had an argument yesterday and she sent me a text that I should hope that she’ll be in the apartment when I return” He chuckled. 

“That sounds serious Luke, what was the argument about?” Now his mum asked.

“Oh, it’s nothing. She’s just mad that I flew to Michigan for my break and didn’t told her earlier, later she said something about taking week off from work, thinking that I would be feeling guilty” Luke shrugged 

“If she has a free week, why didn’t you bring her with you here?” His dad questioned and the realisation hit Luke. He didn’t even think about this scenario. He left you alone in New Jersey. His face lost all the colors when he realised it. His mum quickly noticed this.

“You didn’t ask her. You didn’t even think about inviting her here” His mom said and he nodded ashamed of the situation. Luke knew that he messed up real good now. 

“I need to call her” He excused himself and went to his bedroom. He called you 5 times but he couldn’t reach you. All the bad scenarios were going through his head. 

What if you really left him?

Luke knew he had to do something about it. He returned to the living room and asked.

“Mum, can I use your phone?” Without a doubt, his mum gave him her phone and Luke tried to call you. Again, he couldn’t reach you. “I think I need to get back and save my relationship” Luke replied and left again.

Luke booked a flight for tomorrow’ morning and prayed to see you there when he gets back to the apartment. He started to think about the argument you two had and he knew that he was the one who’s wrong. He should invite you when you told him that you took a week off to spend time with him. 

“Everything is going to be fine between the two of you. Y/N loves you too much to break up with you over this misunderstanding” His mum said standing in the entry to his bedroom. She could tell that his youngest son is scared that he might lose the love of his life. 

“I really hope for it. I’m scared mum” He sighed and closed the laptop. 

Around 9PM, you finally got back home. You spent a wonderful day with your friend where you drank overpriced coffee, ate the best carbonara that you could find in New Jersey and had a couple drinks. You went straight to the bathroom to take a shower and lay in your bed. You needed sleep after all the adventures you had today. Because you left your phone in the kitchen in the morning, you forgot to check it when you returned. It was your worry for tomorrow, today was all about you.

The next day when you woke up, you went straight to the kitchen. You grabbed your phone and saw 30 missed calls from Luke, 10 from his mother and over 100 messages from his whole family. You started feeling guilty and bad that you ignored them and quickly tried to call back to Luke. He didn’t answer the phone and you felt that it’s over between the two of you. Fact that you left your phone at home yesterday was his final straw and he’s gonna break up with you. 

Tears were falling from your eyes while you were making tea and didn’t even hear that someone entered the apartment. You were too deep in your head thinking about what are you gonna do. You and Luke had been together for the past 5 years and now it’s over. 

Luke entered the house and the first thing he heard was you crying. At first he sighed, relieved that you’re at home but then he realised that you’re crying. Quickly he dropped his suitcase and ran to hug you. You screamed in panic but then you recognized the strong grip. 

“Don’t cry, please don’t cry” Luke tried to calm you down and it was working. He was smothering your hair, whispering sweet things into your ear. When you finally cooled down, you spoke.

“What are you doing here? I thought you’re in Michigan” You wiped your cheeks and looked at him.

“I was but my parents made me realise that I messed up. I tried to reach you but you didn’t answer your phone so I decided to return and sort things out between us. I don’t want you to think that I’m choosing my friends over you. I’ll always choose you” Luke looked deeply into your eyes while he said the last sentence. 

“Sorry that I didn’t answer the phone calls from you. I left my phone at home yesterday when I went out and after I got back home, I completely forgot to check it. I did it this morning and tried to call you but you didn’t pick up and I thought that you’re breaking up with me” You hugged him and he kissed the top of your head. 

“I would never break up with you. I didn’t answer because I was already under the building apartment” Luke kissed your head again. “Sorry for all the misunderstanding, I should tell you about me leaving for Michigan when I…” 

“Stop. You have nothing to apologise for. I was wrong for being mad that you want to spend time with your family and friends. It was a bad call and I deeply regret it. Sorry for ruining your free week and that you couldn’t spend time with them” 

“We both messed up but that’s why we love each other right?” Luke joked and you giggled.

“True. I love you Luke” You tiptoed and kissed his lips. 

“How about I'll take you on a nice dinner today and you’ll tell me about yesterday?” He smiled at you.

“Okay and sorry again for ruining your trip. That was the last thing I wanted to do” You felt guilty for this whole mess and it was bothering you that he dropped everything just to see if everything’s alright between the two of you. 

“Everything’s fine baby. As long as we’re good, it was worth it” Luke smiled at you and you hugged him again.

[daryl-dixon-daydreams]

"I really should go," you mused, but Daryl could see the exhaustion settling over you. "I should get back. Maggie—"

"—has got a whole lotta people lookin' after her at Hilltop. And ya look like yer about to collapse. What happened on the way here?"

You shook your head. "Nothing. I mean, nothing out of the ordinary. Crossed a bunch of walkers."

"Tha's it?" Daryl drawled.

You nodded. "Yeah. Just walkers."

"How many?" he asked, his blue eyes flashing, perceptive.

"I don't know. I didn't count them," you said.

"Ballpark it."

You sighed heavily and tried to do a mental tally. "Fifty? Sixty?"

Daryl swore under his breath and let out a wry laugh. "That ain't just walkers. Tha's a herd."

"Not all at once!" you clarified.

"That only makes it a little bit better," he said, shaking his head. "No wonder yer exhausted." He considered you for a long moment and then sighed. "If ya really wanna leave and head back, I ain't gonna stop ya. But Maggie's okay. And the kid's all got to eat tonight because of you. Stay the night," he said, ducking his head. "Ya deserve the rest."

He returned to his task patching up his pack but stopped abruptly at what you said next. "Is that, like, a formal invitation or what?" you asked, and when he glanced up there was a little smile on your face.

Daryl gulped. "I dunno 'bout formal but—"

"Well, in that case I'm sure I can find an empty apartment or—"

"Nah," he interrupted. "Yer stayin' with me," he barked back, rolling his eyes at you. "Like ya've ever needed a damn invitation before..." he muttered. His heart was fluttering in his chest as his brain flitted over the implications around what you'd said but he was certain you didn't mean.

Your smile widened. "Maybe I need one this time," you sighed. "I don't want to impose, Daryl."

"Would ya stop?"

You only laughed and his heart jumped again in his chest.

Prompt: "Stay the night. You deserve the rest."

[imahyperfixated-artist]

Rest

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Ler:Doey

Lee: Y/N / You :3

Warnings: Mention of Feet tkls(?) vaguely described Injuries

‼️TIS A TICKLE FIC, NOT YOUR THING? GO AHEAD AND CLICK OFF‼️

Matt, Kev & Jack’s colors :3

A/N: First Fic I am putting out there, Inspo came from @conflictedemma little comic of Doey, hope you like it and I’m sorry it’s so short TvT .-👁️‍🗨️🐭🌲

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You sat on one of the beds in the safe haven. Exhausted but too paranoid to do anything but scope out the area. The Doctor was defeated and the prototype was nowhere around at the moment, maybe he got spooked by the Doctor's defeat. Ollie wasn’t responding at the moment but aside from that everyone was fine. The generator was fixed, most of the Critters resting, same with Kissy and Poppy.

For the most part, it was just you awake. You knew you could sleep. But You hadn’t slept in awhile and regardless you just knew you’d be plagued with nightmares. Adrenaline ran through you anyways. you couldn’t sleep, your body wouldn’t let you. So you sat debating what to do.

So many whispers about being hungry from the critters earlier. Why not go find some food, you had nothing better to do. You mounted your Grab pack on your back and went to leave, being quiet as you headed to the Infirmary. Avoiding waking any of the critters. You were just about to leave when two dough arms wrapped around you and pulled you back, Doey looming over you.

“Now where are you going, pal?”

Doey questioned, his tone curious and slightly suspicious. Though You helped his suspicions when you explained, pulling out the notepad you’d found a long while back and writing the explanation. He let go of you and moved to face you properly.

“Ah..well, you’ve been on a looot of adventures lately, friend. Don’t think it’s, ya knows..time for a little break. You just..look exhausted”

Doey suggested, eyeing you up and down. Your eyes were sucken, body littered with scratches and bruises. Your body shook with exhaustion despite your need to move.

‘They look like sh!t…’

‘Kevin!’

“Very exhausted..”

you shook your head, refusing to rest. You should make yourself useful. You had the energy, right? Doey frowned at your answer, your defiance to rest.

“Are you sure? As much as we need food, we don’t need you getting burned out. You’ve already done enough ya know.”

Doey tried again but again you refused so Doey gave in and sighed.

“Alright, fine..but at least let me patch you up first.”

Doey pleaded, giving you a look that made you cave. As long as it was quick.

Doey had you sit on a medical table as he laid out some bandages. He had you take off the Grab-Pack, putting it to the side. He looked closer at the scratches and bruises, running the dough and still mostly soft dough over your skin. He poked and prodded to check for any broken bones or internal pain, starting at your ribs.

That’s when the chaos started to ensue.

You were able to control yourself at first, sitting still and schooling yourself but eventually you started losing that control. Doey gave you a look, raising his eyebrow at every little jump and squeak. He asked if it hurt and shook your head, obviously he didn’t believe you but continued the examination regardless.

You kept jumping at every poke and prod at your ribs. Doey kept asking if you were okay and you kept nodding yes but with every jump and twitch and jolt his belief in that started depleting.

Then you giggled, you had failed to muffle your giggle when he yet again prodded at your ribs. That made him pause.

‘No way…’

‘Oh you’re kidding-‘

‘Aww, They’re ticklish!’

Doey stared at you for a moment, before his face split into a grin.

“What was that, friend?”

You shrugged and shook your head, acting clueless and Doey chuckled, raising his eyebrow again.

“Are you suure you don’t know? Well, if you don’t know, I suppose we should find out.”

Doey stated, gently digging into the spaces between your ribs. you yelp and crumble, giggles quickly bubbling up in your chest and spilling over.

“Does this hurt? And be honest, bud.”

Doey questioned, tilting his head teasingly. You shook your head, pushing at the doughman’s hands, which proved to be difficult.

“No?..what about this?”

Doey questioned as a new hand sprouted from the dough and reached for your tum. Gently prodding into the muscles.

You fell back onto the medical table in light hysteria, trying to push the three dough hands away which was impossible due to the dough texture simply morphing around your attempts.

“I guess not cause you’re giggling..what about your knees”

Doey asked rhetorically as yet another, smaller hand sprouting once more. Squeeze your knees which made you kick out.

“Oh would you look at that, your reflexes are working perfectly! Hmm where should I got next? I could..make sure you have all your ribs or..make sure you didn’t break your foot, that’d be a real shame if you had..”

Doey teased, not stopping for a second. Watching you laugh and wiggle around on the table like squirming would make a difference.

Doey watched with some fondness as you squirmed around and tired yourself out. Adorable. it wasn’t long before you tapped out and Doey pulled away immediately, giving you a moment to breathe before helping you sit up.

“Are you alright? I didn’t go too far, right?”

Doey asked with genuine concern and smiled when you nodded, confirming you were fine. Damn, it had been a minute since you’d laughed like that.

Doey gave you a moment longer to fully recover before he properly bandaged you to which he did give you a couple more pokes and squeeze. When he finished he brought you back to the beds to had you lay down with a blanket. You fell asleep with the other critters, smile plastered on your face.

Doey smiled at the sight, glad he could at least help you. It wasn’t long before he also got some shut eye, staying close by. Ya know, just in case.

[georgipopovich-voiceblog]

Damn it. Georgi should have studied rather than do origami at the aquarium.

As much fun as he had with his daughter's teacher, he didn't score well on his test, he just barely got a passing grade for it. It's time to lock in soon. One good night's rest means he will spend the next day working his ass off.... but perhaps a bit of baking would help him get his mind off it. Oh, but it was worth it to take an afternoon off.

Alexandra looked so happy. This sweet girl worked so hard this weekend to keep her mother happy, and Georgi was determined to make her first few days of the week easy. He packed her lunch with a heart stamped sandwich and some fruit, alongside a little note with some animal facts on it.

Georgi also made a few cookies, and one of them looked decent enough that he decided to distract himself with a bit of piping and royal icing. In some delicate cursive, he wrote 'thank you' on the cookie, alongside some sweeps and curls in a light blue. It had all night to dry, so it would be ready to take to class the next day.

As the father walks his daughter into school, he holds the cookie protectively in the hand that isn't holding onto her so it doesn't get dented. "Now, Alexandra. How do you feel about coming to work on your stuff at the station tonight?"

"Umm...... Okay! Can I watch the TV?"

"After you finish your homework."

Little Lessons

This poor thing. Georgi couldn't help himself from looking in the mirror a hundred times as he found a parking spot in the elementary school parking lot. Alexandra was just turning six, and this new school of hers was going to be a step up from the last school just outside of town. However, explaining the quality of schools to a six-year-old would be like trying to teach a cat how to do taxes. His little baby girl's nerves had been quelled slightly by getting up extra early so he could do her hair in little ribbons that cascade down her long brown curls. He even let her pick out the color of them to go with her blue dress.

Georgi opens the door to the car, holding his hands out to help her unbuckle and get out of her carseat ".... You're going to do just fine, princess." He coaxes as he helps her to her feet.

Alexandra immediately latches onto his leg. "..... I don't wanna go..." She hiccups, instantly looking sadder. "I wanna go sit in your work again."

"I know..." He reaches down, picking her up and walking into the school. "I know.... But how about this, I'll pick you up today and we can go get some sandwiches at the deli and we'll eat while I finish up my shift, okay?"

Sniffle. ".....I want turkey on rye."

"That's my girl...." He smiles, entering the classroom on her backpack tag.

@porkkatsuyuuri

[nthewriter]

Crazy fic idea I know

(Edit: had to change the date of reader mom death because I am a dumbass who cannot do math)

Being Simon's long lost biological child

He received a call from the now Captain Kyle Gaz Garrick and on the very next day, he drove with Johnny down to the base.

Coming back after ten years of "retirement" was not easy. They had saved the world from Makarov, Johnny had survived his wound, and the 141 disbanded. Now a new task force led by Gaz ensured to keep the world at peace and to hunt down the rest of the Konni's.

And what a find, deep inside an oil ring barely standing, Kyle Garrick had found the spitting image of his old Lieutenant. The hair and the eyes colour were different yes- but the features, the way they carried themselves... Everything screamed it was Simon's offspring.

And there he stood, behind a one way glass. Simon looked down at his child. His progeny. Johnny let out a gasp next to him, his hand reached for his hesitantly. They weren’t good with that.

Kyle stood there as well, hands behind his back.

"Figured out I might let you know."

"Where did you find them?" Simon's gruff voice spoke.

"Oil ring in the Pacific, packed with a lot of Konnis. Laswell was able to pull some strings so they fall into our hands. I might need- an explanation." Kyle said, and Simon couldn't believe how much the younger man became like Price.

"Slept with a woman when I was twenty or so, stucked around after she had the kid. Left when they were six. Never recognised legally the child as mine." Simon summarised. He never thought about them to be fair. He had almost forgotten about them.

"Could have told us, Si." Johnny chirped in. "We wouldn't have judge you or anything."

"Well... they are being held for terrorism. I looked at the intel on them, they're just- well, I am sorry to announce you Simon that your old girlfriend died around in 2014, meaning the kid had to go through social services, foster care. Looks like they had been indoctrinated in high school, and here they are." Kyle carefully stated, bringing some files to Simon. "It's your call, LT. We can go through the usual process. Or- I mean- if you want to- you can talk to them."

"Why would I do that?"

"Fuck's sake!" Johnny yelled, and rolled his eyes. "You have a second chance, mate. Time to step up." He fell silent. "I think you just should take the chance to speak to the kid." He muttered under his breath.

And what Johnny wanted, Johnny got.

[fruityindividual]

Hi I have a tmos question - how long did it take for Sirius to move back in? Like was he packing his bags immediately post-shag or did they have to like go on dates and be all formal about it for a while until they decided to move back in together?

anon i luv this question n sry for replying so late! kay well personally i think the moving-back-in thing began immediately, but our princess mightve got a lil spooked and begun dragging his feet.... smth like this maybe:

Today we decided to try again.

Two weeks later…

The January sun rose early, pale and cold. Sirius` pyjamas bunched up around his knees, his partner`s hairy shins brushing scratchily against his own.

Two thick duvets bottled their frames as they each cradled hotties to their chests. In the bright coolness of winter morning, Sirius studied the man beside him.

Tawny curls pressed between a warm forehead and a thin pillow, like flowers between pages. A shallow crease set between closed eyes and thick lashes and mussed brows. The delicate corners of slack lips - subtle, fragile as a secret.

Their 13 year-old bedframe was saddled on either side by half-unpacked boxes. His clock gently ticked beside a glass of water and a crystal ashtray; precariously testing the trust of a box`s thin, concaving cardboard.

Slowly, silently, very very quietly… Sirius crept back into the home; the old one, the new one, the one he`d left, the one he never left.

Day by day, box by box, his belongings began to tenderly fill cracks in the foundation of a home with a yellow door. His clothing washed its way into the closet, his bits and bobs walked their way onto shelves, his favourite condiments garnished the top shelf of the fridge.

Perhaps…

Perhaps if they were careful - if they were very lucky - their clothing would hang cramped in their too-small closet for the rest of time, gathering stains and tears and eventually replaced by new threads and trends and seasons and colours.

Perhaps their bits and bobs would never be parted again, growing dusty until Sirius finally did a spring clean and took a walk down memory lane.

Perhaps their favourite condiments would change over time, fluctuating with season and fancy, making the fridge`s shelf sticky until one of them grew annoyed and bravely did the clean.

Perhaps they might be very old one day, and their very old things would mix and meld, gathering the same dust, warming on the same windowsill, decorating the same shelves.

Perhaps they might be very old one day, and very happy. As happy as now, as happy as before.

Sirius glanced at the mouldy spot in the corner of the ceiling, the dewy spot below the windowsill, the damp spot on the wallpaper near the door.

Well, that would be sorted today.

Perhaps he would`ve let the damp have another day on the walls and in his lungs if he were still living alone, as he`d done for four years.

But it wasn`t just him. Not anymore.

Perhaps he`d miss the comfort of his own space - cold and dreary and fluorescent as it was. He`d had his own space for over four years now. Four years of doing whatever he liked, only feeding himself, only doing laundry for one. What if he were no good at living with someone else anymore?

But he was stirred out of these thoughts by Remus` soft snores quieting. He was nearly awake now. He must`ve been.

And Sirius swallowed.

They hadn`t woken up next to each other, side-by-side in bed, in - in -

“G`morning,” Remus hummed into his pillow.

Sirius wracked his brain. What had they used to do when they woke up? When they woke up together?

In the early years, he reckoned it had been an exciting thing (“What should we do today?”), sweet and generous and fun (“I can think of something. But you`d better stretch.”).

In the later years, he`d found it had been a sweet, fun thing to wake up beside him (“Five more minutes… You`re so warm.”), and they were lucky enough to have someone else to direct their love at (“Mm…mornin`, Moons. Shit, is that the time? Teds has football at eight.”).

And now. And now… Perhaps.

Perhaps if they were very intentional—if they were very lucky—Sirius might wake up beside this man for the rest of his life.

Perhaps they`d be older men with creaks and aches (“If I lay down on the floor will you step on my back?”), listing off their to-do lists for the day before even rising from their duvets (“Got the bank, then hair appointment, then supermarket. You wanna come with? We could have a park walk - or a picnic, even. The fountains should be running now it`s spring.”)

Perhaps they`d be ancient men with many medications and less to get done in a day (“Here`s the pill… And some water. I don`t see why we can`t stay in bed a bit longer… You want another pillow? Here, take mine—I`ll just use you.”).

Perhaps they`d be very old one day, and very happy, in the decades old bed and home littered with their things, gathering the same dust, warmed by the same bit of sunlight.

“Morning, Moons.” Sirius pressed a kiss to his forehead, inhaling the warm scent of sleep and last night`s shampoo. “Sleep alright?”

“Mm,” he hummed. “Will you just move-in already? For real?”

Remus` fingertips traced the cardboard box sticking out from the bedframe.

“I - I am.”

But Remus shook his head. “Something`s up. Is anything wrong?”

Sirius shook his head at no one. “I just…”

Fingertips wandered toward the hem of his nightshirt, underneath it, against his back. Sirius shivered. Too cold - Remus` fingers were icy.

“I`m a bit, erm - I don`t know if I remember how to do all this.”

Remus` fingertips didn`t leave him, but he nodded his head, eyes washing across their ceiling. “What`re you up to today?” he asked.

Sirius quirked a brow. Perhaps he`d said the wrong thing. “Erm… Teds has football at eight. And I`m gonna look for a washer, `cos honest to God, Moons, I cannot be bothered to sit around at the laundrette for an hour. We should have a washer. And then there`s the supermarket. Would you, er, like to come keep me company?”

And Remus` fingers pressed into Sirius` back as he felt himself shifting onto his back, letting Remus cage him in and stroke his face, thumb pads tracing the crease between his brows.

“You remember fine,” he said simply. “I think this is how we do this.”

And Sirius felt himself smile. He let Remus watch.

[moonchild701]

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Train Stalker: Part 1- On the Train

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[NSFW] ‼ 18+ >MDNI<

Part 2

Summary: Your stalker follows you onto the train, taking advantage of the crowded place.

But it turns out he's someone familiar to you.

Pairing: Stalker Dabi/Fem Reader

Content Warning: Sexual Assault, Chikan, Noncon Groping and touching, Turns Consensual, Dubcon, Public Sex, Public Transportation(Train), Fingering, Humiliation, Degradation, Self Degradation and Blaming, Victim Blaming, Stalking, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Word Count: 3k

Disclaimer: Character belongs to Kohei Horikoshi

A/N: Had this in my drafts for a while, contemplating to post it lol

I Do Not condone this, Stalking or Assault. I don't think I should have to say that, but just in case. Don't Like? Don't Read.

My Masterlist

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You don't really want to go to this company dinner.

What with the constant judging and personal questions, not to mention the token creepy guy, it's just never worth it.

But your only work friend begged you to come, and you're unfortunately inclined to be a good friend, so here you are on the train, on your way to the venue.

There was an accident on one of the main subway lines, and traffic is horrible and rush hour is still unforgivingly a thing.

There's so many people confined in this one small subway carriage, you're practically packed like sardines. You'd gotten on early, before the influx of people, and it would be a good thing if it wasn't for that fact that you just might spend the rest of the ride sandwiched between the mass of bodies and the corner walls of the carriage.

Things are somewhat bearable for a while. You zone out, trying to think of a passable excuse to get out of this thing that would maybe make your friend believe you.

When nothing comes to mind, your thoughts stray again, this time to your most likely stalker. You sometimes feel eyes following you, lingering for a bit too long. The gaze burns, yet you could never find where it comes from. Even today, as you left your apartment, you could feel them watching you.

And of course, when you went to report it, you were written off as "paranoid" and "imaginative".

Useless fucks.

Before you can dwell on it further, the train lurches, making the crowd shuffle and push, and you end up being further plastered to the wall.

You push back against the people surrounding you in an attempt to reclaim some of your space, only to freeze when you feel a hand pressing against the small of your back.

Your first thought that comes to mind is that you really hate public transportation.

Your second is that the hand is big and warm.

A lump forms in your throat as you swallow your voice. You decide to give the stranger the benefit of the doubt, hoping that it's just an accident; a misunderstanding, as you wait for them to pull away.

But instead, the stranger moves his hand down, resting it on your ass; and squeezes.

A gasping yelp escapes your throat, which goes unheard in the drowning noise of the train and surrounding people.

You curse under your breath as you feel a weight settle over you, pushing you even closer to the wall, till you're completely trapped between the corner and a broad chest; the heat and pressure of the stranger's body suffocating and overwhelming.

You can't believe this is happening.

Taking a deep breath, you try to calm down, contemplating your options.

Maybe someone will notice.

You try to look behind you at the packed carriage, but you can only see a black hoodie and a tall frame. Dread washes over you as you realize the stranger's body is completely shielding you from the view of the other passengers; from the posssibility of someone noticing what is happening.

You know. You know you should scream out for help, but you just can't bring yourself to. The thought of bringing attention to yourself like this, to reveal what you've allowed to happen to you is...humiliating.

There's a fleeting thought to defend yourself, but your body is completely frozen; the fear keeping you rooted in place.

And all you can do is clench your eyes and grit your teeth as you feel a second hand move up to grip at your hip, holding you in place, as the first slips beneath your skirt, sliding up your thigh to your underwear.

"Oh?"

You flinch upon hearing the stranger speak, low and breathy, right into your ear. His voice is deep and rough, his breath hot on your skin.

There's a passing thought that he sounds vaguely familiar, but it's quickly pushed aside as he continues.

"Lingerie in public, hm?" His fingers toy with the fabric of your panties, tracing the delicate lace; and you can hear the smirk in his voice as he taunts, "Slut."

A mix of shame and indignation runs through you, yet your body heats up as the stranger continues to play with your underwear.

Hot breath against your neck, mouth dangerously close to the tender skin, sends goosebumps along your skin. An involuntary shiver goes up your spine when his fingers slither underneath your panties, trailing over the soft, round flesh of your ass, his touch feather-light.

A pathetic, whimpering sound of refusal spills out of your quivering lips, which is of course ignored.

Your eyes sting when the stranger's lips meet your neck; his mouth closing around the tender flesh, rough skin and metal...piercings?...grazing your skin. An embarrassing little sound catches in your throat when he licks and sucks at your pulse, marking you. It dissolves into a sob when the hand on your hip slides up your shirt, slipping under your bra to fondle and grope your breasts, and something terrifyingly close to a moan slips past your lips when a thumb brushes over your nipples. Traitorous jolts of arousal run through your body, pleasure clouding your senses.

You come back to yourself when you feel him pressing against you, his chest warm against your back, and something twitching against your lower back and oh fuck that's his dick.

You let out a pathetic little whimper at that, and then you feel his fingers begin to trail along your inner thighs and slide further up between your legs, and a mix of dread and anticipation washes over you as they reach your crotch.

"Look how wet you are," he hums into your ear, fingers brushing up and down your slit through your soaked panties, and you can't help the feeling of shame and disgust with yourself when you realize just how aroused you are. And how good the touch of this stranger feels. "Fucking slut... You actually want this, hm?"

"N-no," you choke out, "I-I don't—,please—"

"Shh, be quiet, Y/N. We don't want to make a scene, yeah?", the stranger coos, voice a soft murmur, yet tinted with the threat of danger, as he gives a squeeze to your tit. Your heart speeds up, adrenaline pumping through your veins, as you freeze at the sound of your name, spilling like honey from this stranger's mouth.

This man knows you.

This wasn't random.

You were targeted.

Your mind races at that, and you hysterically think to yourself, 'Well, I found my stalker! Useless! Fucks!'

Yet it does nothing to curb the steady arousal licking up your spine as a heated, sleek finger pulls your panties to the side and runs along your slick folds, your body trembling. Anticipation and fear pool in your tummy, yet it's drowned out by the hot, shameful arousal there.

You suck in a sharp breath as you feel the tip of his finger prodding at your entrance, petting at it, before slipping in with embarrassing ease; you clench around the intrusion, but you're so wet that it does little to stop his finger from making a home in your tight heat.

With a bitten off whimper, you scramble for something to hold onto along the uselessly smooth wall as he slowly pumps the thick digit into you.

Almost too soon, he pushes in a second finger, his other hand still tugging and pinching at your nipples, and you desperately try to swallow your moans.

Which is futile as he slowly thrusts them inside you, curling his fingers and caressing your walls, and stretching you, scissoring you open so good.

Long and thick, the stranger's fingers reach all the right places, making you squirm and shake, and your hand clamps around your mouth as you feel a whimpering moan bubbling up your throat,

Your neglected clit aches to be touched, as he finally adds a third finger and you gasp at the delicious stretch; his hot fingers rubbing at your walls making you melt.

He breathes heavily into your neck as you squirm against him, the slow thrusts maddening. He gradually speeds up, into something rough and mouth-watering, fucking his fingers into you at an intense, mind numbing rhythm; the obscene squelching sounds of your soaked cunt as it's stuffed so good just barely getting drowned out by the rattling of the train.

The satisfaction practically drips off of the stranger's voice like honey, thick and sweet, as he hums into your skin, "Fuck, that's it, such a good girl for me..."

You can't help the whimpering moan that escapes through your covered mouth, that specific wording along with the man's deep voice sending liquid heat through you, even as mortification goes along with it. You clench around his fingers, rocking your hips down to chase the sweet friction, lost in the pleasure. The announcer's voice echoing through the carriage is a small mercy, masking your desperate cries as you throw your head back when he hits your sweet spot.

It's fucking mortifying, getting aroused by being assaulted on the train. And to the point where you're turned into a needy, whimpering mess of a slut, is achingly, deliciously humiliating.

You shake, eyes wide with pleasure, and you catch a glance at part of his face.

Your hips stutter to a halt even as his fingers keep going; your breath catches in your throat and you swear your heart simultaneously freezes and tries to beat out of your chest.

Because you recognize him.

You know who this man is.

And how could you not?

Dark scars along his throat and jaw, staples holding it to smooth, healthy skin, who else could it be?

You look up further and your heart lurches as your eyes lock on burning blue, the same ones you've always reluctantly found breathtakingly gorgeous, ever since you first saw them in a dingy bar last year, up close and personal before being kissed stupid, drunk and horny, and then again in his video detailing his life.

The villain Dabi grins down at you when he sees you looking at him; a devilish, dangerous thing, all heat and sharp edges, as his fingers curl, making your breath hitch.

"Missed me, Doll?"

You never did quite forget how he pressed against you, heat and tantalising danger wafting off him; smelling of smoke and sandalwood, tasting of cheap beer and something sweet.

Not getting further than making out and heavy petting, for whatever reason, this is the first time you truly had his hands on you.

And you can't deny the late hours of the nights, after seeing him on the news, bloody and wild eyed, surrounded by his pretty, blue flames that set your heart alight with awe at its beauty, with sweat coating your skin and a hand slipped between your thighs; can't deny that it's his name you cry and chase in your pleasure on those nights.

Yet, this couldn't be real.

It couldn't be.

You swallow dryly. Without thought, the word spills out, a whisper of a thing.

"D...Dabi?" your voice is small and disbelieving, yet so sweetly hopeful.

His fingers slow down, and he smiles, amused and smug.

Scalding lips brush the shell of your ear. "Mhmm.", is the rumbling confirmation and you sag back against him, subconciously rolling your hips.

"Dabi—" you choke out, confusion and arousal warring within as you try to grasp what the fuck is happening right now.

Your voice melts into a whimper as you feel his fingers move faster again and you clench around them as they rub and curl inside you, exploring every inch of your walls in a way that has your hips bucking down to meet him, desperate for more despite your questions.

Because right now, the man you've wanted for so long, your guilty pleasure, is knuckles deep inside of you, and fuck if you're going to deny yourself that, but you want answers dammit.

"Why—mmn—why are you—" you struggle to speak around the moans and pleasure, "—why are y-you here, doing thi—ahn—this?"

His replying chuckle is low and dark in your ear, his answer making your knees buckle.

"I've been watching you for a while now, Sweetheart. And I never did get a taste of this sweet cunt." he accentuates his words with a grind to your sweet spot that has you seeing stars.

And you're suddenly very grateful that you're cornered against the wall; because you know that your eyes are wide, blown and hazy, lips parted and face flushed, and you don't know if you could take the look in his eyes if he sees the slutty, debaunched expression on your face at his words.

Though, he doesn't even need to see it to know, not when he hears the wanton little sounds you let out as he fucks his fingers in and out of your tight heat. 

His thumb brushing over your throbbing clit has you biting down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from crying out, the touch sending sharp jolts of pleasure through your body.

"You always look fuckin' hot but today," he breathes into your neck, his voice dark and rough, exhilarating in the best of ways, as he punctuates the last word with a grind against you, the thought of his hard cock so close yet so far is almost enough to make you lose your goddamn mind, before growling out, "Today, you look fuckin' edible."

Heat washes over you at the depraved praise as you let out a tinny whimper.

"Oh fuck," you breathe out, high-pitched and needy. The thought that he's been watching you all this time, wanting you all this time, added to the sensations ravaging your body to the point it's almost too much, and you're just on that precipice, heat coiling low in your tummy.

You desperately clutch at his scarred wrist as his pace quickens into a near brutal rhythm, fingers simultaneously fucking into your pussy and rubbing at your clit, while his other hand fondles and kneads your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between the rough pads of his fingers, and it's just all so much, so good.

The pleasure is overwhelming, he is overwhelming, in all of the best ways they could be. His smoky scent, his deep voice, his filthy words, the feel and heat of him against you, the fingers that play you with the ease and prescision of a pianist; his very pressence electric, his every touch incendiary.

"Such a good girl for me, baby, so fuckin' wet for me, so fuckin' pretty..." he groans, muttering into the crook of your neck where he's nuzzling his face into, as his hips jerk forward, pressing and grinding his clothed erection against your ass.

Feeling him so big, so hard against you, for you, you moan; high and needy, dizzy with lust, wishing you could feel it stretching your insides instead of his fingers, pulsing and hot. That thought has you shaking, your eyes rolling back, vision going white, as you go limp; the only things now keeping you up are your shaky, braced hands against the wall and his hold on you, and you feel like a bubble just about to burst.

"Aww, you gonna cum for me, Doll?" He whispers almost harshly against your ear, his tone playful and full of sadistic glee. When you nod frantically he laughs, dark and mocking, "Do it baby, lemme see you."

It's exactly what you need.

Your juices drip down your thighs as you clench around him like a vice, and his hand releases your breast to slide up and cup over your mouth to keep you from screaming.

Ecstasy saturates your very blood, and you feel your cunt convulsing, your toes curling, and you reach your peak with a barely muffled cry, your release gushing down your legs.

Any thought of shame at the utter debaunced indecency of what you did and allowed to happen, is forgotten as  pure bliss clouds your senses, sagging back against Dabi's chest, spent.

His body is tense against you, as it takes all of his willpower to not fuck you right then and there in front of everyone, but he wants you to himself, so he endures; breathing heavily into your neck as he mutters, voice strained and husky, "Good girl."

If you could, you would come all over again just from that.

You moan softly as he pulls his fingers out, bringing it to the front of your face to see them glistening in your juices, sticky and stringy where he spreads them, before bringing them up and back. Your eyes helplessly follow them as he brings it to his mouth, lapping at them with a soft groan.

Your chest heaves at the sight as you stand there, dizzy and in disbelief, catching your breath.

He grins, a cheeky little thing, "I said I never got a taste."

You just stare at him, trying to wrap your mind around what the hell just happened; so out of it, you almost don't notice the train slowing down, announcing your arrival to yet another station......and you notice that you missed your stop.

Shit.

Though before you could panic, he speaks into your ear.

"This is our stop, Sweetheart."

Heart racing, you turn around to face him, after he steps back, allowing you space. Flushed and confused, you hastily fix your clothes to be somewhat presentable as you look up at him; at his dilated pupils and the unmistakable hunger in his eyes as he watches you intently.

And you realize what he means. The sweet, titillating promise in his words and what he plans to do with you: to you.

Once you do, you don't even have to think about it before you agree.

As the train comes to a halt and the crowd of people rush out of the carriage, you let Dabi lead you out to the platform, your veins thrumming with excitement.

So much for being a good friend, but you'll just have to apologize to her tomorrow.

You're finally going to have what you've been craving.

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[nicnak20]

Wisdom teeth:

*Yn gets her wisdom teeth out and Nicholas cares for her.*

The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the warmth that usually radiated from Nicholas. He sat beside Yn in the plush waiting room chair, his dark brown hair catching the harsh fluorescent light as he shifted nervously. His brown eyes, usually pools of comforting reassurance, were now laced with apprehension. Yn was currently staring blankly at a fish tank, a vacant smile playing on her lips.

"Are you okay, my love?" Nicholas asked softly, reaching for her hand.

Yn turned, her smile widening. "The fishies are having a party! Did you bring the dip?"

Nicholas chuckled, relief washing over him. He'd been dreading this appointment. Wisdom teeth removal was never a picnic, and he knew Yn hated needles. He squeezed her hand gently. "I think the fishies have enough dip. Maybe we can get some ice cream after?"

Her eyes lit up. "Ice cream! With sprinkles? And gummy bears?"

"Anything your heart desires," Nicholas promised, his heart melting at her childlike enthusiasm.

A few moments later, a nurse called Yn's name, and Nicholas squeezed her hand once more, offering a reassuring smile. "You'll be great, sweetheart. I'll be right here when you wake up."

Yn, fueled by pre-op medication and perhaps a dash of nerves, simply giggled and skipped towards the back, leaving Nicholas in a state of amused bewilderment.

The next hour felt like an eternity. Nicholas paced, read tattered magazines, and even tried to solve a crossword puzzle, but his mind was solely focused on Yn. He imagined her in the dentist's chair, the whirring of the drill, the pressure, and winced in sympathy.

Finally, the nurse reappeared. "You can come back now. She's still a little groggy."

Nicholas followed the nurse down the hall, his heart pounding in his chest. He found Yn reclined in the dental chair, her cheeks flushed, and a comical bib still adorning her. Her eyes were open but unfocused.

"Hey, baby," Nicholas said softly, kneeling beside her chair. "How are you feeling?"

Yn blinked at him, then a slow smile spread across her face. "Nicholas! You're here! Did you see the squirrels? They're wearing tiny hats and tap dancing!"

Nicholas stifled a laugh. "No, I missed the squirrels. But I'm glad you're doing okay."

The dentist, Dr. Lee, approached with a sympathetic smile. "She's reacting to the anesthesia. It should wear off soon. Just keep an eye on her, make sure she gets plenty of rest, and follow the post-op instructions."

Nicholas nodded, taking the printed sheet of instructions from Dr. Lee. He knew the drill: soft foods, ice packs, pain meds. The usual.

Getting Yn home was an adventure in itself. She insisted on singing opera at the top of her lungs in the car, mistaking the dashboard for a stage. At one point, she even tried to conduct the traffic with her hand, much to the amusement of other drivers.

Once they were finally inside their apartment, Nicholas gently guided Yn to the couch. She immediately curled up in a ball, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Are you comfortable, my love?" Nicholas asked, tucking a blanket around her.

Yn opened one eye. "Nicholas? Are you a cloud?"

"Only when you need me to be," he replied, kissing her forehead.

He spent the next few hours catering to her every whim, which included copious amounts of ice cream (with sprinkles and gummy bears, of course), reruns of her favorite cartoon shows, and a surprisingly detailed explanation of the mating rituals of penguins.

At one point, while Nicholas was preparing a bowl of lukewarm mashed potatoes, Yn wandered into the kitchen, clutching a stuffed penguin.

"Nicholas," she said seriously, "Mr. Fluffypants here thinks we should adopt a llama."

Nicholas turned, trying to suppress a grin. "A llama? Where would we keep a llama, sweetheart?"

"In the living room! It can watch TV with us! And we can knit it sweaters!"

He knelt down, taking her hands. "Yn, as much as I love the idea of a llama in our living room, I think we should stick to Mr. Fluffypants for now. Okay?"

She pouted for a moment, then her face brightened. "Okay! But can we at least name our next car Larry the Llama?"

"Absolutely," Nicholas agreed readily. He'd agree to almost anything in her current state.

As the afternoon wore on, Yn's pronouncements became increasingly bizarre. She declared that squirrels were actually government spies, that she could speak fluent dolphin, and that she was secretly a time traveler from the year 3042.

Nicholas just listened patiently, nodding and offering the occasional affirmative response. He knew it was the anesthesia talking, that she wouldn't remember any of this in the morning. But he also knew that these moments, however strange, were a unique expression of her personality, unfiltered and uninhibited.

Later, as the sun began to set, Yn finally started to drift into a more natural sleep. Nicholas sat beside her on the couch, stroking her hair and watching her peaceful face. He knew she would be sore and uncomfortable for the next few days, but he would be there for her, every step of the way.

He couldn't help but smile, remembering the events of the day. It had been chaotic, absurd, and utterly exhausting, but also incredibly endearing. He had seen a side of Yn he never knew existed, a side that was silly, imaginative, and completely unburdened by the constraints of reality.

As Yn stirred in her sleep, she mumbled something unintelligible. Nicholas leaned closer, trying to decipher her words.

"... love you… Nicholas…"

He smiled, his heart swelling with affection. "I love you too, my crazy, squirrel-obsessed, time-traveling penguin enthusiast," he whispered, kissing her forehead.

He knew that the next few days would be filled with ice packs, pain meds, and more than a few nonsensical ramblings. But he also knew that he wouldn't trade it for anything. Because even in her loopy, post-operative state, Yn was still the kind, sweet, loving woman he had fallen in love with. And he was endlessly devoted to her, in sickness and in health, in sanity and in…llama-induced madness.

He pulled the blanket tighter around her and settled in for the night, content to be her cloud, her audience, and her devoted protector, no matter how bizarre the circumstances.

He knew that tomorrow, she would be back to her normal self, a little embarrassed perhaps, but he would cherish the memory of this day, a reminder of the beautiful, quirky, and endlessly fascinating woman he was lucky enough to call his own. And maybe, just maybe, he'd even start researching llama sweaters. Just in case.

[neon-sunsets]

aa4 is fundamentally a game about trust. about people who trust each other when they shouldn't and don't trust each other when they should, and about the ways that trust can be earned or broken or misplaced.

see, there isn't exactly a lot of mutual trust to go around in the game. let's take inventory: apollo and trucy trust each other; they also trust ema, who comes to trust them during turnabout corner; trucy and phoenix trust each other in their own weird way (like the fact that she doesn't seem all too worried about him apparently leaving her in apollo's care prior to turnabout succession, or that he allows her to run around crime scenes with his new employee). and, by the end of turnabout succession, apollo and klavier at least trust each other to help work towards the truth.

there's also phoenix and kristoph, who are quite a unique case. this is because kristoph obviously does not trust phoenix, is friends with him to keep up appearances and keep an eye on him, but maintains that outward facade of trust. and while I don't think phoenix spent seven years plotting revenge on kristoph, i do think he was suspicious of kristoph's role in the whole thing. so they were friends (as twisted and weird as their friendship may have been) in spite of, not because of, mutual trust - both of them say as much. this weird, shaky, frequently one-sided trust in each other is only fully broken once zak gramarye is murdered. it's a source of grief for both of them. they did care about each other, as much as neither of them wanted to.

aside from those relationships, though, much of the rest of the trust in the game is one-sided. when characters in aa4 trust each other, that trust is frequently betrayed.

kristoph trusts apollo to follow his lead and accuse the right person. the kitakis trust paul meraktis to treat their injuries. wocky kitaki trusts that his fiance loves him. klavier trusts daryan to do both of his jobs. lamiroir trusts machi and romein to keep her blindness a secret. trucy trusts her biological father. and in all of these cases, the person who trusts another is inevitably betrayed or disappointed. the game is packed full of these examples; I probably haven't found all of them (nor is a betrayal of trust unique to aa4, though I think the game has a unique degree of focus on it as a theme).

there are three specific examples of misplaced trust I want to focus on, because they're essential to the plot of the game.

first, before anything else, klavier gavin trusts the brother who is implied to have had a significant hand in raising him (by the anthology comics, but even if you don't believe that's the implication it's clear from their interactions in-game that kristoph feels he has authority over klavier, and that klavier cares a great deal about kristoph's opinion).

then, apollo justice trusts phoenix wright to be the man he is (used to be).

and finally, vera misham trusts her good luck charm to protect her from the outside world.

klavier's trust in kristoph allows him to be used as a puppet in kristoph's schemes. it means he never questions kristoph's role in it all; though he certainly has questions, he blames himself instead of the person who's actually responsible. it breaks klavier's heart, and to a certain extent his faith in his abilities, when he finds out about what kristoph has done.

apollo's trust in phoenix seriously impacts his belief in goodness and truth. apollo trusts phoenix to be true, and just, and righteous - the man he used to be, the man whose court tapes apollo studied in law school. and then his idol hands him forged evidence and has the gall to laugh about it.

vera's trust in her good luck charm nearly kills her, and this is also a case where her lack of trust in the outside world is consequential. she should be able to put more trust in apollo, in trucy, and in the justice system. but she can't, and it makes her fearful, and the one thing she does trust - her good luck charm - is the one thing she shouldn't.

these three examples are driving factors within the story. obviously klavier's (and vera's, by extension) trust in kristoph is important because it sets into motion the events that culminate in turnabout succession. but apollo's trust in phoenix is also crucial because it allows those events to be exposed.

the rest of the time, the characters in aa4 tend not to trust each other. and they generally have good reason not to. the many instances where a character does not trust another character and is totally justified in doing so, are, in my opinion, less interesting. some examples include romein letouse, who had no reason to trust anyone he was working with given the nature of his interpol mission, and drew misham, whose paranoia, though extreme, was pretty much justified given his involvement with kristoph. their lack of trust isn't foolish, it's out of self preservation.

what are more interesting are the really important instances where characters should have trusted each other and didn't.

zak gramarye doesn't trust kristoph, so he gets a new attorney and kick-starts kristoph's murder plot. then he doesn't trust olga orly and knocks her out, which gets him killed. (obviously he had no way of knowing that kristoph was planning the things he was planning, but certainly not trusting olga is his own fault).

pal meraktis doesn't trust alita tiala, so he tries to kill her. wocky kitaki doesn't trust that his parents are trying to help him, so he acts out and gets himself into a lot of trouble. daryan doesn't trust klavier and goes behind his back, becoming so desperate that he resorts to murder. magnifi, zak, and valant gramarye all have levels of mutual mistrust that lead to a murder trial for magnifi's suicide.

apollo and phoenix don't trust each other, and they both have good reason not to, but it makes both of their lives a lot harder and I do think it damages their relationship. apollo isn't sure if he can believe phoenix and phoenix isn't sure if he can trust apollo to be who he needs him to be. that suspicion permeates all of their interactions in aa4. (they're so fucked up in this game, i'm obsessed with their dynamic.)

and, of course, thalassa gramarye doesn't trust that her children will want her in their life, so she hurts them by keeping their connection a secret. phoenix trusts her judgement and shouldn't, so he helps keep that secret. no one in that situation makes the right choice, and though we never actually get to see the fallout, I can't imagine apollo "foster care kid" "abandoment issues" "punched his hero in the face because he betrayed him" justice would react well to this revelation. I think it sets him and phoenix back, possibly right back to where they were in turnabout corner. and while I think they can repair their relationship over time, I do think it's a significant setback. and, importantly, it's a consequence of the same misplaced trust or lack of trust that is exemplified throughout the game.

and what I think aa4 is trying to say with all of this, just as its conclusion in regards to the truth is that the truth is so frequently ugly and upsetting, is that trust can only be useful if it is mutual and invested in. that people have many motivations, some of which we can never hope to know, and that sometimes they will betray us.

and, looking at apollo specifically, I think aa4 is telling us that trust is worth it in the end, even if it hurts when it is broken. apollo trusts each of his mentors and is betrayed by each of them (to different degrees), and yet he ends up in the right place because he trusts them and others. the force of his convictions, his belief in doing the right thing, and his belief in the good within other people carry him through other people's misdeeds.

and, if he hadn't trusted phoenix in turnabout trump, he never would have brought kristoph to justice or found his sister. he never would have gotten the chance to become a full-fledged attorney. aa4 is saying that it was worth it, in the end.

[wolfmoonwildflowers]

Bigger Dreams (Davrin x Rook fluff)

Read it on ao3 or keep reading below ✨

Word Count: 940

Rating: T

Rook uses she/her pronouns but is otherwise undescribed.

No CWs, just a couple of smooches and more warm/fuzzy feelings than should be legal.

Summary: Davrin and Rook share a cozy evening by the fire. Absolutely tooth-rotting levels of fluff packed into under 1k words. Not enough fanfic exists of this lovely, precious man (elf) so this is my contribution.

“I could get used to this,” Davrin drawls, dropping his pack to the ground near the entrance to his quarters. 

Rook peers around at him from the nest she’s made in his chair, grinning. “Get used to what? And how did you know I was here?” She resists the urge to reach out and make grabby-hands at him even as her imagination conjures scenes of them curled up here together, in front of the fire.

“Coming home to you sitting in my chair, safe, and warm, and waiting for me.” He leans over the back of said chair and kisses the top of her hair. 

Home. Home. Anywhere with him could be home.

She tips her head back so that she’s looking up at him upside down. Davrin huffs a laugh before dropping delicate kisses onto the tip of her nose and the corners of her mouth. “Let me go wash up. I’ll be back, aewnya.”

Hopefully he would be gone long enough for her to finish the chapter she was reading. Once he returned she knew it would be impossible to focus. These are the problems you want to have, she thinks, watching him pull the door shut on his way out.

—

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tuts, dodging her lips. “None of that until you’ve eaten.” He settles in the chair, pulling Rook comfortably into his lap and handing her a small plate full of fresh fruit and cheese with bread. 

She scowls but there is no weight behind it; Davrin had a sixth sense for knowing when she’s forgotten to eat. Rarely did his senses lead him astray. While she works her way through the meal, he busies himself. There is something so precious about watching him fuss with the thick woven blanket, making sure it covers her feet where they rest on the arm of the chair. This cozy comfort of domestic bliss, no matter how fleeting, is all-consuming. She could happily stay like this, with him, forever. She would never grow tired of it.

“Thank you for bringing me dinner,” she hums, leaning to sit the plate gently on the floor.

Davrin pulls her against his chest, one arm around her slightly-bent knees, the other around her shoulders. She presses her face to his neck and lets out a contented sigh. 

“Anything for you,” he promises.

And she knows he means it. Not in the grand-romantic-gesture way — although he would mean that, too, she knows — but rather in the quiet, mundane way. The way he brings her food when she’s forgotten to eat. The way he makes sure her feet are never cold. The way he wraps his arms around her and keeps her from falling apart. They had found a surprising reverence in caring for one another like this. It was more than she could have ever hoped for. He was more than she could have ever hoped for.

Rook finds exhaustion catching up with her, soothed by the rise and fall of his chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat. Her eyelids are suddenly so very heavy. She almost misses the soft murmur of his voice, stirring when his fingers brush the hair from her face. 

“Hm?”

“Stay here tonight,” he repeats, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

She smiles, teasing. “Trying to lure me into your bed, are you? Scandalous.” Her eyes are still closed but she can feel his smile in return, the corners of his mouth pulling up against hers before he kisses her. The press of his lips is so gentle that it makes her chest ache.

“You have no idea just how many scandalous things I plan on doing to you,” he whispers. Rook’s eyes flutter open at that, but Davrin just smirks. “But not tonight. Tonight, I only want one thing — one thing more than anything else in the world — and that is to fall asleep with you in my arms.”

“Has anyone ever told you to try dreaming bigger?” Rook jokes, raising her hand to trace the line of his lips with her fingertip.

“You’re right, as always.” He kisses the pad of her finger, then pretends to consider. “Let me see… a bigger dream, hm… Okay, I’ve got it. The thing I want more than anything else in the world is to kiss you right before you fall asleep so that you will dream of me.”

“Bigger,” she prompts.

Davrin plays along, happy to indulge her. “I want your face to be the first thing I see when I wake up.”

“Bigger.”

“I want those things for more than just one day. I want them every day.”

“Bigger,” she insists, gasping and giggling sleepily when he rises from the chair and makes to carry her to the bed. 

Getting under the covers like this is no easy feat. Neither of them want to let go of the other. Eventually, Davrin shifts, guiding Rook’s legs around his waist. He cradles her close to him, pulling back the blankets and hefting both of them onto the mattress.

“I want you to imagine a future with me,” he whispers, making sure she’s comfortable before reclaiming his place on top of her and leaving featherlight kisses along her jaw. 

The heavy weight of his body is so comforting, so real. Rook scratches gently along his scalp, humming at the way she can feel the tension in him melt. 

“It’s going to go to my head, you know,” she says, finally.

“What is, aewnya?”

With one hand still stroking his hair, she lets the other hand search for his. Their fingers intertwine. “Being able to make all your dreams come true.”

—

Footnotes:

aewnya - my little bird

I haven’t finished the game myself but from what I can find on the internet it doesn’t seem like Davrin has any pet names for Rook SO I bastardized Tolkien’s elven language and made my own. Linguists, avert your eyes; I am so sorry for this sin.

aew Sindarin, noun, meaning (small) bird

-nya Quenya, pronominal suffix, 1st person sg. posessive, “my”

[akiss-from-a-rose]

Any sort of childish comebacks muttered under breath were brushed off easily by Aaliyah. Rather than comment on it, she simply nodded. "You don't want to get to know me," she said easily. "I rarely want people to get to know me. It's an intentional design, Bri. I'm not asking you to trust me as a person because, well, you probably can't. I'm not even going to ask you to trust me, period, if you don't want to." She shrugged. "But I've accepted this position in the clan, and I intend to do it to the best of my ability. You can, at the very least, trust in that."

Aaliyah simply shook her head. "I won't argue about this. Think whatever you like about how I handled the situation. I am not responsible for stopping Jacob Sullivan from being a fucking imbecile until his imbecilic brings him in front of the Council on trial. I am responsible for making sure that the vampires within the clan do not do something that they could regret." She rolled her eyes, unable to help it. "You could pick up that six foot tall linebacker and punt him like a football before he so much as thought about electrocuting you, should you put your mind to it. Yes, yes, witch magic is the root of all evil. They made monsters and wreaked havoc and likely, totally, upset the balance of things for centuries. They're the fucking worst, we all hate them, I'd ban them from my club if I didn't enjoy taking their money so much." She waved it off. "You have the ability to siphon that magic and use it, too, along with the fangs, the speed, the strength, the senses, the durability and fast healing and all the other benefits we get."

Her head tilted to the side. "Does that concern you? To be a thought of as a murderer? I'm sorry you were told that, about living a life that belonged to another, but it's not really true. Even if it is, there are a thousand little instances every single day with every single person on the planet where that same logic of 'you took someone else's place' could be applied." She frowned. "I cannot begin to understand how the coven works, why they work the way they do, what they are or aren't willing to sacrifice for their own. As for my sire, that doesn't matter. It was years ago." She preferred not to think about the woman, if she could, or to at least try to think of the kinder things from that time. She remembered a conversation she'd had with Ken, about things being easier here than they were outside of town. She still stood by that, but perhaps they could be easier still.

"No, I don't think that. If you'd listen, you would have heard that the question was for you. I am a monster, don't be mistake," Aaliyah said, her eyes as cold as steel. "I don't want you to ever forget that, Brielle. I'm practically an angel compared to what I was, but that doesn't change anything. And I know better than to underestimate humanity. They're more plentiful than us for a reason. They've hunted us since the beginning of our existence, and they've done a damn good job of it. Physical advantages mean nothing if they've trained themselves to combat your weaknesses. It's careless to underestimate them, to look down on them, to coddle. And you do coddle. It's very sweet that the two of you look after each other, but you're up in arms if someone even breathes wrong in Ben's direction. I have known him for years. We have a mutual understanding. Let that be the end of it."

Aaliyah nodded. "We can. Let that be the end of this, too. Resting places are different depending on the location, the tradition of the people. But it doesn't matter." She looked at Bri, impassive. "See? Aren't I a bitch? But I'd offer the same to Veronica Bishop as I'm offering to you if she'd take five minutes to have a conversation instead of attempting to steal my liquor and destroy part of my club." She knew Shrek was a movie. She really didn't give a fuck. Instead, she pulled a pack of cigarette's out of her back pocket and took one out, sticking in her mouth. "Would you have just stepped out and actually had a conversation, or would you have been all mopey?" Anger was an emotion that's easier to work with than sadness. Aaliyah handled it better. "I'm sorry you didn't get what you asked for. I don't think I need to tell you that's just how it goes, sometimes. But, yeah, I mean it. I think I've proven that I really don't give a shit when anyone complains, and you're allowed to walk away at any time. You don't even have to come at all. But the offer's there." She felt mildly chagrinned, but she covered it up, lighting her cigarette inside and taking a drag, smoke pooling out of her nose. "Tuesdays, in the afternoon. We can chat while I do bookkeeping." She started to walk outside, needing to see how her auction was going. "Have a good night, Bri. Try to enjoy it."

"Um actually," She muttered under her breath, as she snuck a peek Aaliyah's way, not bothering to actually point out how saying 'that doesn't exactly sound like you care' is opinion and not a fact though. Not after she was called a fucking nerd in a nearly endearing sort of way. The corner of her lips tilted up ever so slightly at the sentiment. Though any semblance of a smile fell just as quickly as it appeared when Aaliyah carried on. "No, I don't know you, just as you don't know a thing about me. Though, your whole don't give a shit routine, doesn't exactly make me want to?" She countered. Her gaze moved back to fixating on the crowd out on the dance floor as she admitted quietly, "I have enough people in life who may or may not be genuine. I'm not really up for having to decipher another one. Just as an FYI."

"That's bullshit!" She scoffed under her breath as her gaze snapped back toward Aaliyah's. "I had already stopped and if you truly cared about making sure the starving vampire controlled herself then why not tell the one person antagonizing said vampire to shut up? I wasn't going to bite Frankie. Not after Poppy had stepped in. I might have shoved Jake, but you can't tell me he wouldn't have deserved it and, last I checked, pushing someone over isn't against any accords," She huffed. "So the coven advisor's sister gets special treatment? The witches are nepotists, is that it?" She could feel the anger rising in the back of her throat at the hypocrisy of the situation, but when Aaliyah said 'He was acting out of fear' any bite to her words were replaced by blatant distain. "Fear? The six foot white boy whose built like a linebacker and can fucking electrocute people with his bare hands was acting out of fear over what? A teary-eyed 5'6 brunette decked head to toe in pink?" She asked, as if clarify, despite knowing the hypocrisy of the situation all too well at this point. "The witches are the ones who created us, weren't they? That's what it says at the Historical Society. A coven sought power and immortality, so they invented a whole other species. It was witch magic that trapped us in the Emerald Hotel and the Rec Center, wasn't it? And it was witch magic behind pretty much every hellscape the Catalyst put us through over the past two years and, yet, we're the ones to be afraid of?" She lifted a brow up at Aaliyah as she found her jaw tightening even more in resignation. "Because we have fangs, we have to suck it up and wait to get back at them strategically, because we're the ones who have to prove we're not a threat? Okay."

"You know when I came back from the dead, a witch called me a murderer," Her voice dipped into a low murmur as her gaze fell once more. "They told me I was living a life that belonged to another, and, yet, when the pretty blonde supreme died, the entire coven voted to kill someone on her behalf. She was the leader. They 'needed' her, while I was a different story. And you wonder why I don't see a point in a caring anymore. We're always going be the monsters and, the more we treat ourselves differently from the humans and the witches and the fae and the wolves who can't control themselves either, the more we're all going to believe it too."

"I... I'm sorry your sire was a piece of shit. Truly. I can't imagine what that was like. But, my sire murdered me and the left me on my own. So, let me ask you something, from someone whose been trying to figure it out by myself- do you honestly think that your advice would suck more than the trial and error I've already been enduring?" She asked her genuinely, because if getting help was truly worse than wasn't this all futile anyway?

"Are you for real right now?" Her expression twisted into a look of horror as Aaliyah actually laughed before her. "Or maybe you really are a monster," She shook her head in disbelief. "Humans aren't weak and I would never dare act like they are and, if you ever have, then you are the weak one for needing to make someone feel small so that you can feel tall. He doesn't need anything from me. But, we protect each other, because that is what a partnership and love is. I didn't think I'd have to tell you that and I'm not fighting anyone's battles for them. I'm defending the man I love and I know he'd defend me too if someone called me a name to his fucking face and, if you do it again, then we will have nothing else to say to one another." And she meant it. While, she was willing to accept that Aaliyah and her might never see eye to eye on certain issues, if the woman before her truly believed that humans were inferior, then she was no better than any other prejudice asshole in this town who considered vampires to be freaks.

"We can agree to disagree. Death is a part of life. We all experience it eventually. But, those skulls in the wall are sad because no one cared about them enough to give them their own resting place and you're really not helping your case right now when that roommate of mine is a vampire and a clan member who likely needs your help even more than I do," She pointed out. "It's a movie." Though now that she thought about it, Aaliyah might be more similar to Lord Farquaad than Shrek, though she wouldn't say that part outloud on the off chance the woman actually googled it.

"I didn't plan the party," She muttered under her breath. "And the word people is plural, implying that there is more than one. One would be a person and, yes, I know I'm a fucking nerd. Though, I'm sorry you what? If you wanted me to step out of the booth you could have just asked. It wasn't as if I was going to carry on this long of a conversation through a screen door anyhow and I didn't ask for any of this. I wanted a small funeral themed birthday party between me and two of my friends two years ago in celebration of my new life and as a fuck you to the exe who killed me. Only they forgot until now when I was surprised with this and... if you mean it when it comes to helping me, then... I'll try it. I'm not saying I won't complain, but I'm not against hard work. Though, if it doesn't work, I'm allowed to walk away and I mean it when I say no more insulting Ben in front of me. Trying to piss me off, isn't tough love. It's being a dick and I'm not going to put up with that kind of shit."

[intomybubble]

The placement is temporary (probably) but I finally decided to put up my Hanako-kun and Haruaki poster celebrating their 100th chapters!

It’s just so cute! I really love them both (tho Haruaki is ranked higher in my heart, especially when comparing their actions in the last few arcs :/)

[theflyingfeeling]

tomorrow-me: I'd really appreciate it if you could drag your arse to the grocery store so that I won't have to get up early tomorrow morning to do it you know?

now-me, wrapped in a blanket with tears in my eyes: but I'm just a baby?? 😭

[bisexualmaedhros]

transfem furries hornyposting online about the relatively niche/"out there" things they're into have inadvertently helped me accept myself more than the body positivity movement of the 2010s ever did

[lotusxpop]

I am expanding on this.

Season 2 would follow Jason being sent to learn by all the different teachers Talia finds him.

He is a lot more mellow and uses a lot of his time reflecting on his life (where he went wrong or if he ever had a chance at being good at all) we still have the flashbacks but this time it shows him being a crime lord, how manic he was and how horrified he is at what he did (looking at you tim)

He struggles with his morals a lot in season 2, lacking the conviction he had in season 1. Trying to find purpose while he feels so detached to everything.

He finds it somewhere between getting his ass kicked by his first teacher for the umptenth time and finding evidence that his teacher is a scumbag.

Jason kills his teacher after he learned everything he could from the guy. It's a twisted sense of justice but it's one none the less and he clings to it, keeping at it as he travels the world going from teacher to teacher. Killing them all when he is done with them.

(I think that part would take up like 3-4 episodes maybe? I do think there should be a whole episode dedicated to when he meets Lady Shiva and how he lets her die in an honorable fight as she always wanted)

Then he moves back to Gotham, gets his crime empire under control again and plans the perfect murder of one Joker. If Bruce isn't gonna save him from his tormentor then Jason will gladly put a hundred bullets in the Joker's body himself.

While planning he has to dodge the others as they try to get him to redeem himself. (I do think he apologieses to Tim at some point but only after everything has gone down with Jk) also at this point Damian has become Robin and Tim Red robin.

Anyways he will have his big show down with Joker, do some big villain speech and then pull the gun at Joker's head only to not be able to shoot. Imagine he hears the Joker's voice from back when he was a child ("left or right little birdie? Option A or B? Ahahaha")

And Bam! Batman comes in incapcitate a hysterical Jason who keeps saying "I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it!"

Batman being the bitch he is would try to take the Joker into custody but he can't because while he was busy with Jason little demon heir Damian al fucking ghul have chopped off the head of the Joker.

"Damian" Bruce would say horrified but Damian isn't looking at him, no he is looking at Jason.

Damian hugs Jason and says "he won't hurt you anymore akhi"

(Because Jason always protected Damian while he was with the league, they became brothers far before Bruce had any idea Damian existed and Damian would do anything for Jason. If that means killing the Joker so his brother can finally rest easy at night then so be it)

The last episode would be a bit like an epilogue i think, where Jason reflects on gotham before packing up his shit to go travel the world again

(Season 3 perhaps featuring start of the outlaws or his time with the all-caste)

I need a whole tv show about Jason todd

It needs to follow him in his crime lord days like from the start all the way to his confrontation with Bruce

It also needs to have flashbacks to his life before (both on the street and at the manor) in like a manic way to emphasise his madness he got from the lazerus pit. (Just imagine him beating the shit out of tim while he has flashbacks to "Robin is magic" days)

And i need it to like be cut off very abrupt when Bruce throws the batarang at his neck, like the moment the blade hits his neck all the lazerus pit madness drains from his body and there is an echo of child Jason yelling "dad" at bruce.

Followed by the explosion and then you just see Jason choking on his blood once again all alone

That's how season 1 ends with perhaps a sneak peak to season 2 where you see Talia's feet walk up to jason

And maybe you here her say "you failed again" before it cuts to black.

Ugh i need this so much (I also need the show to not cut down of the brutality of Jason's life, it's very important😌)