#blue of course being today. grey is last week

[orcelito]

Guess what time I was left by myself bc an employee is having an emergency :)

[livlaughloveluke]

𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲- 𝐞.𝐥

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: ethan’s mysterious sickness leads to an unexpected confession

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: sickness, pills (advil)

𝐚/𝐧: was kinda rushed and also tumblr was acting up when i was trying to write this, but i hope you enjoy!

ethan woke up to a sudden feeling of nausea, and a headache that pounded relentlessly. you and him were supposed to go study in the library later that afternoon, but there’s no way he would get anything done in this condition.

he managed to lift himself out of bed, feeling extremely weak. he trudged to the bathroom, every step seeming to add exhaustion to his already tired self.

he arrived, and lazily opened a cabinet to grab the thermometer and some advil. he reached to the back where the medicine usually was, only to find nothing. he looked around, searching for something that would bring relief, however nothing was there.

in the meantime, he grabbed the thermometer and stuck it under his tounge. he waited patiently, as the numbers kept going up. 

103 degrees fahrenheit. a decent fever, and if he didn’t take medicine soon, it might go up. he exited the bathroom, hoping to find chad. 

ethan was too sick to go out, so chad would have to pick up some advil for him.

unfortunately, chad was nowhere to be found. ethan pulled his phone off the charger to call him. he clicked on chads contact, and waited as the phone ringed.

chad picked up shortly. ethan was more of a texter, so he knew something must have been wrong. before chad could mutter a word, ethan began talking.

“hey man, have you seen the advil?” ethan grumbled, sounding sickly and sleepy. 

“i just finished off last week. midterms had me stressed, man. it should be on the grocery list. are you sick?” chad responded. ethan looked, and it was in-fact on the shopping list, next to the goldfish. 

“yeah i feel like shit and have a fever. where are you?” ethan asked, hoping chad was near, and could run by the pharmacy and pick some up. 

“dude, i told you this last week. me and mindy drove up north to visit some family this weekend. im sure y/n would gladly pick some up for you, though.” chad replied, and ethan could sense his smile through the screen. ethan thanked chad, before hanging up. 

you and ethan were good friends, although he wished you were more. he was talking to chad one night, when he accidentally let it slip that he had a huge crush on you.

chad, being the blabbermouth he is, immediately told tara. when tara found out about ethans crush, she almost overflowed with joy. she knew the feelings were reciprocated, as you talked about him all the time. ever since that night, tara and chad had been trying to get you together. 

however, every time tara mentioned you asking ethan out, you shut her down. you told her that he probably didn’t feel same, and that you valued your friendship with him to much to ruin it. tara fought the urge to tell you about what chad had said, but she promised she wouldn’t say anything, so she kept her mouth shut. 

ethan felt bad, but he knew he had to text you. you were curled up on the couch, watching netflix, when a notification popped up on your phone. 

ethan 🪼

hey! im think im sick, 

so im going to have to cancel 

on our study sesh :(

you read his message, and your heart filled with worry.

you 

im sorry you don’t feel good,

eth.

do you need anything?

ethan 🪼

actually if you don’t mind, 

could you pick me up 

sone advil? we ran out and 

i was supposed to go the 

grocery store today.

you

of course

send me your grocery list and I’ll pick everything up 4 you

ethan 🪼

you really don’t have 

to do that y/n 

you

seriously, it’s nothing. plus, i was at your dorm yesterday and there was literally no food

ethan 🪼

thank you so much

*one image attached*

you rush and throw on some baggy grey sweatpants, pairing it with a navy blue sweatshirt that drapes over one shoulder. you throw your uggs on, and rush out the door. you try your best to be as quick as possible, knowing of ethan’s poor condition. 

the grocery list was filled with mainly junk food, so you decide to buy some fruits for the roommates. you also buy ingredients for your homemade chicken noodle soup, hoping it will help with his health. 

you pay and head to his dorm, while you stress over his condition the whole ride. you park your car in the parking garage, and carry the several bags of groceries up to his floor. ethan had given you a spare key a couple weeks ago, so you fumbled with your keychain until you found it and unlocked the door.

the door flung open, and you found ethan on the couch, looking like a zombie. a show played quietly on the tv in the background. you rush to the chaotic kitchen, and set the items down on the counter. you fish around in the bags, looking for the meds. you found the bottle of pills, and set them down beside the groceries. you open the cabinet and find a large water bottle, and fill it up to the brim

you take the water and the advil over to him, placing it on the coffee table. he’s half asleep, so you shake him a little, so he is aware of your presence. 

“hey. take your medicine, and make sure to drink some water. i’ll clean up around here.” you whisper to him quietly.

he groans in response and swallows the pills, before laying back down on the couch. you head back to the kitchen, and start putting away groceries and cleaning up his previous messes. you wipe every surface down, until everything is completely spotless.

then, you move onto his room. you rip the sheets off his bed so you could wash them, and grab the spare ones from his closet. you neatly make his bed, and fluff up the pillows. besides his bed, almost everything else was put away and it looked nice. you disinfected his table and all of the door knobs, then went back to the living room.

you shook him a little again, waking him up, and you led him to his bedroom. he immediately plopped down on his bed, chasing sleep. you grabbed his phone and the water bottle from the other room, and placed them on his nightstand for when he woke up. 

you then went to clean up the living room, which surprisingly wasn’t that messy, besides a few pillows and blankets scattered across the floor. 

it was around one pm, so you started making lunch, and it would probably be dinner, too.

you poured the chicken stock into a pot, and then placed it on the stove, heating it up.

you swiftly dice some vegetables, and throw them into the pot, along with some shredded chicken. you seasoned it to perfection, and then added the uncooked pasta once it was boiling. 

while it was cooking, you cleaned up the mess you had just made, and did the dishes. it was weird how easily and efficiently you tightened up his apartment. normally you would dread doing these chores, but since it was for ethan, you didn’t mind. 

you turned down the heat once the noodles were fully cooked, and tasted your delicious creation. just on time, ethan woke up from his nap and entered the kitchen. he looked a lot better now, not nearly as delirious. 

“seriously y/n, you didn’t have to do any of this.“ he says, yawning a little.

“like i said, it was nothing. are you feeling any better?” you respond back, now ladling the soup into a bowl for him. 

“a little. thank you, really.” ethan said. you handed him his lunch, while reassuring him that it was no big deal.

you made your own portion, making sure to turn off the stove once you were done. you took your bowl and sat next to him at the table. 

“wait, i might get you sick.” ethan warns. 

“we’ve spent every day for the past week together. if it’s contagious, i probably would have gotten it by now. also, i don’t mind getting sick if it means i can spend this time with you.” you respond, looking at his gorgeous coffee brown eyes. you needed to tell him how you felt.

“ethan, i care about you so, so much. way more than a normal friend should.” you say to him, but he just tilts his head in confusion. 

“what im trying to say is that i really like you. i want to be more than friends. i know you haven’t dated anyone before, and i’m perfectly okay with taking it slow. if you don’t feel the same way, please just tell me now.” you confess to him. now it was ethans turn to spill his guts.

“i’ve liked you since the day we met in econ, y/n. i want to be with you, no matter what happens. would you wanna go out sometime, officially?” 

“more than anything.” you say, a smile now plastered on your face.

ethan drags you back to his bedroom so he can take another nap, and you decide to read. you sit crisscross on his bed, back leaning on the bed frame. he cuddled up to you, laying his head in your lap. a couple minutes later, he was fast asleep. you pull out your phone to snap a photo, them text tara. 

you

turns out you were right

[kadextra]

Ok back into qsmp lore thoughts. today really was the perfect final catalyst for q!Bad to completely snap, it felt so targeted to him tbh. watch the vod if you haven’t

His mental break has been building up for weeks as we all know, from the losing his kids and 5 stages of grief turning grey, to him getting harmed by soul vultures and bleeding blue from the open wounds. his kids’ accessories being taken from their beds and burned in lava. him kidnapping and torturing a worker but then developing a twisted lima syndrome family relationship with them.

talking to photos of the eggs like they are really here, being put in jail. having his house get broken into, as his trust issues plummet even further into the gutter. finding out the federation is making reports about him and might come after him for the kidnapping. doing insane manipulation tests on his friends to find the secret federation spy, and actively burning bridges with them. reveal that he’s not been sleeping for 3 weeks.

And then today he meets codeflippa, being completely convinced that it’s the real flippa and arguing with the others because he’s so desperate for anything about the eggs. then suddenly finding dapper’s top hat in the maze. being singled out by an entity (cucurevil?) to get ticket #0003, now being forced to wonder if he was an original island resident and got his memories tampered with. q!max insisting the eggs are dead, and q!pierre implying there’s hidden cameras set up in his house didn’t help either

Like, god. buckets of salt just got poured in the wounds he’s been already dealing with in the span of a couple hours... of course it would all finally explode and cause a mental breakdown. this poor cubito got severely paranoid & disassociated from reality + his own memories and it was terrifying to watch his madness spiral in the last hour or so of stream. q!bad really needs help, but it’s only gonna get worse from here I fear…

[natsuki208]

The Almost Cat-astrophe! 🐾

The story of how Sebastian discovered baby Ciel’s developed cat allergies.

———

It’s bitter cold outside but inside of the Phantomhive manor is cozy warm. Perfect timing for the growing heir’s first birthday.

Everyone of the servants are gathered within the main room; preparing food for the dinner later, and listening in on the baby’s tiny laughter. His new father, Sebastian Michaelis, is the one who cannot stop smiling - for the past six months have been warming him up to this very moment more than the fireplace.

It’s also probably because he’s ready to give his own present to his child, for the more presents the baby receives, the more impatient Sebastian subtly gets (even though he suggested to save the best for last). After one new pair of unfitting footwear, it’s finally Sebastian’s turn even though the little one sitting on his leg begins to tilt sleepily.

“Now don’t fall asleep yet, Ciel.” He speaks softly. “Papa still has something special for you.”

The man gently places his child on the sofa and stands up to get his gift; no longer being in his father’s arms widens his eyes immediately. It doesn’t take long for Sebastian to turn back around holding a box twice the size of Ciel, this grabs everyone else’s attention as their temporal master slowly takes off the lid with a smile.

Inch by inch, the box begins to move. The sight of fur becomes very clear to the others in the room, along with sky blue eyes peering out, the color of light and dark grey stripes pop out and the tiniest sound ever heard spills out:

Meww.

A kitten. A four week old kitten the size of a full-grown hand peaks its head over the top to look at the baby in front. Ciel spreads a little smile as soon as he sees it, clapping his hands as to pet it himself. Both little ones take a liking to one another already with one purring and the other patting repeatedly while giggling. Sebastian though feels much happier than the two combined and Tanaka, the butler standing next to him, can read him like an open book.

“I’m not too sure whom the kitten is suppose to please here.” He jokingly comments, keeping his laughter to himself.

Sebastian of course notices this. “Really. Well you can’t blame me for how precious they are.”

Little Ciel starts whimpering when his father pulls the kitten back towards him for a moment to get a better look at all the features.

“Look at her. Those innocent eyes, the softness to her fur, how plump her paw pads are and her elegant sounds that’s enough to put my child at ease. She’s perfect.”

Suddenly the whimpering gets a little louder, accompanied by the tugging on his sleeve, which is enough to bring Sebastian’s focus back onto Ciel. The realisation dawns on him and gently picks him up with his free arm.

“Oh. Of course I cannot forget you, bluebird.” The smile grows bigger by looking at those big, sapphire eyes again. Having both a tiny kitten and the only tolerable human to him close manages to bring HIM to ease, which use to be very rare in mundane scenarios such as today. “I’m sure you and Lady will go swell together.”

Oh yeah. He gave her such a sophisticated name for such a small feline (he was gonna go for Lilith or Lamia but it was too on the nose for him).

Tanaka gives another smile after hearing such amusing words coming from usually a calm and collected person (but is well aware how his behaviour can change around the little one) and he continues to view them with pride.

“If you say so, sir. Ho, ho.”

-

A few days have gone by and they felt like a dream to the normally practical demon like Sebastian. Who can blame him for now looking after two adorable pint-size creatures in his new life? Whenever they are around for asleep in his arms, it puts him in a mellow mood - dare he say it’s as pleasant as most worthless human souls.

His mind cannot focus on anything else right now but those cuties, not even whilst he’s suppose to go over some paperwork sent to him by the Queen herself. Such bothering work does not entertain him in the slightest, he’ll gladly admit it’s not the thing he signed up for when becoming Ciel’s new father but it must be done nonetheless.

“How tiresome.” Sebastian sighs, plopping the papers on the old desk.

The need for entertainment rises as he grows ever more unmotivated to finish it swiftly, and just from looking at it too. Then it pins to him, of course he’s gonna pay a quick visit to the nursery to see the precious pair again - it may be during Ciel’s nap time but still.

Sebastian slowly opens the office door and glances around for any witnesses, gladly nobody is present which releases a soft breath from the demon. He’s now standing outside the nursery and is just about to grab the handle when… he hears crying.

This is definitely not good. It sounds more chesty than usual which makes it worse. Sebastian hurries in fast and immediately sees what’s wrong; the wailing baby in the crib is coughing between cries, a runny nose and has small red spots planted on his cheeks. He cannot open his eyes due to tears but does his little grabby hands for whoever he thinks is in the room. The demon doesn’t hesitate to answer his gesture and picks him up, this gives him the chance to better check the sudden aching changes.

“Goodness, Ciel! What happened?!” The baby continues crying breathily. He is worried, actually worried. How rare for him to feel yet another common and strong emotion, especially towards a human.

Is it a cold? No it can’t be. Ciel never grew red spots like this before. He looks at every corner of the nursery to find some form of evidence for this calamity. That’s when he hears it; the small adoring sound from near his foot:

Meww.

Little Lady is innocently pawing at her favourite toy, jumping at it every time it got away from her, even if it’s cute it raises questions. She couldn’t have scratched him on accident, did she?… No! There’s no possible way that Lady can be possible for such a horrendous deed, nor does Sebastian ever want to suspect her either.

Suddenly, a knock at the door pipes up. Who else but Tanaka is currently standing by politely, and he immediately notices something is not right while seeing Sebastian’s troubled expression.

“Whatever is the matter in here, sir?” He asks. “Shouldn’t you be working?”

“I… was indeed working until…” This is no time to give away that he grew bored of the assignments, the sick Ciel is whom he cares for right now. “Something is wrong with Ciel and it doesn’t appear to be yet another cold.”

It must be serious if even Tanaka grows cautious of what has happened to the young heir. The butler requests if he can call over a doctor for assistance, Sebastian agrees and off both men head for downstairs; Lady is obviously taking down with them too because Sebastian.

-

It didn’t take long for a doctor to get here; but sadly Angelina aka Madame Red was the only one available at this hour. It took even longer to persuade Sebastian to lend Ciel over to her for examination, luckily Lady can calm him down during this dreadful situation. As he sits alone (minus Tanaka nearby) he gently plays with the tabby kitten and her tiny meows are like music to his ears, not to mention her soft nature while purring and rolling over on his lap just lifts his mood a teensy bit.

But it isn’t enough to bring his mind out of this current state of worry he’s trapped in. Sure, there were moments in his past contracts over the centuries when he felt some form of concern for his masters, but it only lasted temporarily and he never gave it a good thinking. Today however actually got to him; he’s already grown really attached to his new son so it shouldn’t be a surprise… but it is.

A few more minutes pass by until there’s a knock on the door, Sebastian tells Tanaka to answer it for him which he kindly does. Words of knowledge are shared, heads nod and a silent glare peeked over at Sebastian in the distance. Once that was taking care of, the butler proceeds to spread the information to him with a relieved smile.

“Good news, Sebastian - it’s nothing serious.”

Just a few words relaxes Sebastian firmly. “Well, that’s quite a relief. Would you mind telling me what it was then?”

Tanaka clears his throat before answering, losing that smile and looking down at Lady in Sebastian’s hands (not really a good sign).

“I’m afraid… it turns out Ciel has developed a allergy… towards cats.”

Sebastian’s eyes widen in genuine surprise. Not with the fact that Lady really was responsible, but due to the fact he doesn’t have full knowledge on something like allergies. He has heard of the word before and knows it mainly applies with certain foods, but animals as well? He honestly had no idea.

“Do tell, Tanaka. I don’t quite follow.”

“It simply means the fur is harmful and can cause one to gain a rash as we’ve seen on his skin. But don’t fret, the boy received some medicine and is sound asleep, so he’ll recover very soon indeed.”

While good news, Sebastian can’t help but sadden at the fact that is pointed out next.

“But I apologise for this dearly when I say we’ve been informed to keep felines out of the mansion.”

There it is. As it does break Sebastian to see his child sick AND to now give away such a cute little kitten which was a gift to said child, he eventually accepts what must be done and silently agrees, keeping those feelings to himself.

“If it’s what must be done to keep him safe… I’ll allow you to find a more suitable home for Lady. Be sure that it’s a sensible one as well.” He informs regrettably.

“Yes. Of course, sir.”

Whilst Tanaka takes away the now sorrowful kitten, squeakily meowing non-stop, Sebastian is allowed to check up on the sleepy Ciel in the bedroom. Thank satan that the rashes have toned down along with the redness, although he occasionally sneezed during his slumber (but it didn’t wake him up) and all Sebastian can do is gaze down at him, stroking his hair softly. It’s a shame the young Lady couldn’t stay around as he had hoped, but human nature can be torturing, and as long as Ciel is safe once more he’ll eventually move on and wish luck for her.

Even after the unfortunate event has cleared up, it was still an intriguing experience in its own way.

[kay-elle-cee]

A restless waves rise and fall microfic (series). 🏴‍☠️ Pirate Jily AU. Takes place a few days after this. @jilymicrofics September Prompt 30: Echo || 1,000 Words Written for @mppmaraudergirl's Blackevans BFF Week for Day 4 "Being Bros"

A warm breeze kisses Lily's face, the wind blowing her loose hair in time with the sails as The Minnie continues her course away from Jamaica and eastern on to Hispaniola and beyond. She sits on a banister towards the bow of the ship, glittering eyes focused on the expanse of the blue sea ahead of them, the only proof the last two days have happened worn on a chain around her neck and tucked into her clothes, close to her heart: a delicate gold ring, set with square-cut emeralds, flanked with diamonds.

A Potter family heirloom that now serves her. Her ring. Lily Potter.

They’d returned from their night with James’ parents quietly, practically floating with elation at their newfound status as husband and wife, and had slipped into their quarters and fallen asleep from the exhaustion and excitement of it all. The next day, they had encouraged (demanded) that the rest of the crew go ashore so that they may have more time to bask in the newness of it all…privately, without and fears of interruptions.

Today they left the island, the crew still none-the-wiser about what had transpired on its shores—completely unaware that their Captain and First Mate had pledged themselves to one another. They’d tell the crew in time, but for now it was something that was just theirs.

The bobbing waves stretch out in front of them, and Lily lets out a sigh. As wonderful as the last few days have been, it’s nice to be on the water once again. Her fingers absently run along the chain, tugging the ring from its hiding place so that she may hold it in her hands, may admire it in the brightness of the sun while the crew is otherwise occupied.

“Evans, Captain’s looking for—what is that?”

Jumping with a start and dropping the ring from her fingers, she turns to find Sirius’ gaze pinned to where her wedding ring hangs from the chain. After an initial pause, they reach for it in unison, Sirius’ fingers closing around it faster. He brings it as close to him as the chain allows, and his grey eyes roam the emeralds and diamonds before flicking up to her.

“He did it? You’re betrothed?”

Without even thinking, Lily raises her brows in a non-answer, though somewhere in her mind she registers the first part of his question—had Sirius Black been privy to James' plan to acquire the ring this weekend?

“There was a bit of a misunderstanding at the event,” Lily supplies, finding herself fighting back a smile. It had taken longer for her, but she and James had both become fond of Sirius, who—with his astute observations, surprisingly insightful advice, and dry wit—had endeared himself as a confidant to the both of them.

“What kind of misunderstanding?”

“I told my sister we were married.”

“Your sister was there?” His eyes flick somewhere behind her and she turns, spotting James standing back towards the helm watching the two of them with a pleased look.

“It’s a long story for another time,” Lily replies, eyes meeting James’ across the deck and registering the small nod he gives her—an agreement. Her grin widens under his gaze as she says the words aloud for the first time: “We’re married.”

Sirius Black was born and bread in the upper echelon of society, and though he’d shirked that life for one of piracy, he usually maintained some decorum. Which made the sound of him choking next to her so markedly pleasing.

“Married?” Incredulously, he whips his head to look at her, then down at the ring again. “He wasn’t even supposed to propose yet!”

“Sorry if we didn’t adhere to you prim and proper timeline—”

“Oh shut it Evans–”

She grins. “Potter.”

“I had helped him plan the damn thing for when we stop in Puerto Rico. And I don’t know, I thought there would be some sort of to-do on the ship for the actual wedding!”

Lily tugs him by the sleeve to bring him sitting next to her. “He mentioned returning to that luminescent bay. It sounded really lovely.”

“Captain and First Mate married without so much of a whisper of it to the crew, unbelievable.”

“I didn’t realize this meant so much to you.”

“The two of you mean a great deal to me, and it’s rare that true love manifests so plainly,” he admonishes before recoiling, as if realizing he’s peeled back a layer of his usual disinterested facade. He tucks a thick strand of sleek black hair behind his ear, trying to regain a polished air about him. “I’ve always found the whole idea of it rather exciting, you know, though things never really…lined up for me.” He casts her a wry sideways glance. “You’re not the only one who left an engagement behind, you know.”

Lily blinks, shocked at this peek into a world before the sea, before The Minnie, that Sirius doesn’t talk about often. “Oh, I didn’t realize—”

“Oh, stop your apology there,” he waves, looking out over the railing of the ship. “She was in love with my brother, but her father arranged the match to the heir. I believe my leaving worked out in everyone’s favor—there were many reasons couldn’t have made each other happy.” He pauses, but it’s not one of sadness. There’s a reflective nature to it, an echo of a smile on his lips, and Lily knows—like he knew about she and James—that he’s found their kind of happiness (and she has her suspicions of with whom, but will allow his secrets to remain such until he wishes them known).

Sirius shakes himself out of his reverie and glances her way again, brow raised. “When are you going to tell the others?”

A shrug of her shoulders. “In time, I suppose.”

“Well at least I get some sort of privilege here.”

Lily rolls her eyes and bumps her shoulder against his. “Next time there’s a big event, we’ll be sure to include you.”

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[mimenya]

Just a copy of the future

The dark hallway outstretched itself before the blue-haired android. His steps echoed back to him in a steady rhythm.

For the last week, the light has been absent in this part of the arc cradle, leaving the other inhabitants worried.

However, no one checked on the missing android. So, Antinomy decided to take it into his own hands. As much as both tended to collide and butt heads, they´ve learned over time that both had more sympathy for the other than one might imagine. 

More than once they sat together and talked about all things that seemed to be troubling. As long as their opinions didn´t differ too much, the days would end without a fight.

Antinomy cared more than he liked to admit. The last week has been spent missing the hot-tempered bot with his way too loud boots and dagger for glares.

It was unusual for him to not stomp around the place and make his mood a problem for everyone.

He came to stand in front of huge metal doors, a small red light above the door was the only source of orientation in this dark place. Gladly, all androids have been equipped with night vision.

“Placido, are you in there?”

Antinomy gave him a chance to speak up or come out himself, the question itself had no other use. His sensors picked up the signals of his comrade in the room.

There was no answer.

“I´m coming in!” A last chance for the other to react.

His inner clock signaled that ten seconds have passed.

After typing in some quick numbers on the number pad, the door opened for him, letting dim green light seep into the hallway's darkness.

Stepping in, the doors close automatically with a thud. Inside the barely lit room were several holographic screens with various pictures. A heavy stone placed itself inside his body as different gears started to grind together, making him twitch a few times.

Screen over screen showing pictures or scenes of the life they represent. One of the screens shows Aporia in his earlier stage, fleeing with his parents while getting attacked. There was no sound and yet, he was sure that the middle life of Aporia, who was embedded with all memory up to his own point in life, could hear every sound happening in the scene.

Another showed soldiers, fighting huge waves of the meklord army, explosions going off everywhere you looked. Among those soldiers also was Eurea, Aporias lover who perished brutally in the war, ripped apart right in front of the middle life.

The next screen he saw, showed Aporia in his older years, wandering among the ruins alone. There was barely any food, water, or reason to go on. Orange light enveloped the sky, never changing after the attack. Most of humanity was dead at that point. How Aporia survived all those years, after everything he witnessed was a mystery.

Some of the screens showed scenes that Antinomy couldn´t look at too long. He saw a glance at his own life, the former life he represented as a pro duelist, standing among the ranks as the attack first hit them.

Nausea filled his being, and he was sure, if an android was able to throw up, he would´ve done it right then and there. Of course, he had those memories inside him. That´s what made them the beings they were today. However, seeing those pictures in front of him…

It was different. It was bringing back the reality that they all unknowingly tried to repress.

A burning feeling took place in his eyes, and he quickly blinked the tears away, knowing there was no use in spilling any more tears for a life that was not his.

Remembering what he came for, grey eyes scanned the room. Not far from him, sitting on the ground was the miserable form of Aporias midlife.

The red eyes android was leaning against the stark white wall, his legs outstretched as and hands hanging lifelessly beside him. Dark stains could be seen on Placido´s clothing. Following the trace, Antinomy could see the stains on the androids check. He must´ve been crying. Something so uncharacteristic for the arrogant being.

His red eye was staring blankly at the wall opposite of him, not acknowledging the presence of the other.

Carefully as to not startle Placido, he kneeled down beside him.

“Placido? What are you doing?” He placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a slight shake.

.

.

.

He got no reaction. The android seemed unresponsive.

How long has he been sitting here, watching the scenes and pictures?

Sitting down with a heavy feeling, Antinomy put an arm around the stiff android. He could feel the other body twitch as he wasn´t expecting the touch.

Fate was a cruel little thing that not one being could escape from. Even their mechanical bodies and mind were subjected to the reality of existence.

Could they truly change the future that´s presented itself on the screens right now? Was there ever a chance that they would be able to live their own lives, with the new names they have been given?

These questions were not uncommon among the members of Yliaster. Especially the three despairs of Aporia had those questions in mind rather often. Placido often told him, in somber moments shared upon the stars of the past, how the younger despair would cry until he entered a state which mimicked sleep.

Even if they managed to survive and keep their lives, the three despairs might not be allowed to do so in their current state. In the end, they were nothing more than segments of Aporia.

Antinomy sighed as he put his hand on Placido´s head, putting his own head on top of the others. The hair felt rather soft beneath his fingers. It´s amazing how good it felt, especially considering the rather spiky style the android wore.

With one swing of his other arm, he closed all screens which were still illustrating the past. It was too hurtful to keep looking at.

Darkness outstretched itself now over them, all sources of light inside the room were gone. In an attempt to bring the other out of his state of daze, Antinomy decided to draw some circles into his hair. The touch was rather tender and actually seemed to take some effect.

A hand gripped on his leg, the weight on his shoulder more apparent now as Placido leaned onto him.

Their body´s may be strong but their minds were just as frail as every other human, if not frailer

They were not invincible to the trauma.

They were imperfect copies of someone else.

They were imperfect.

They were not their own person.

Just some tools in a grand plan that was made to save those who they represent. It was never about saving the world.

They all knew and learned acceptance. Yet still, the dawning realization of never being your own person shock the ground beneath their very own feet and tangled their minds.

Why could they feel their own feelings?

Why could they think their own thoughts?

Why could they not be their own?

In the end, they will cease existence, and no one will remember.

//

Having someone by your side to simply hold you in those hard moments when the world seems to stand still is something I wish for everyone to have.

Well, I was feeling rather gloomy today and scribbled down something to release those feelings. This probably needs quite some rework, especially with the wording but I don´t feel like doing that right now. I might do so before uploading it somewhere else.

[mikimeiko]

Day 5 - Rijeka>Trieste>Milan

It's not raining! Still very cloudy white sky but we'll count this as a win XD

I see the rooms manager on my way out. He asks me where I'm off to today and when I tell him that I'm going back to Milan he tells me that he lived there for 16 years! He did speak Italian remarkably well, but still it was a nice coincidence (also he was a very nice man! I wish I asked him his name but alas I'm not good at conversation and I forgot XD)

I have more than two hours before my bus leaves and my backpack is quite heavy, so I alternate walking around with coffee breaks, not a bad way to start the day XD in every café I've been here and in Slovenia they always brought me a big glass of water with my coffee and can I just say: yes. Yes please, can we import this custom? (in most of central/southern Italy they'll give you a small glass of water, which is also nice. In Milan - and most of northern Italy - they give you NO water and it's barbaric, time to move with the rest of Italy and the Balkans Milan!)

Being the person I am I of course go the bus station very early to make sure it exists XD and find my bus stall. Apparently the flixbus buses stop... somewhere around here but not at the stalls of the bus station? D: I hate uncertainty!

I get another coffee nearby, at a lovely café with beautiful yellow chairs, and I see a train go by on the rail crossing I saw on the first day while walking from the station! (It's always strange for me seeing a level crossing inside a city)

I get one last meat burek before I leave and WHY DID I EAT ANYTHING ELSE. I love meat bureks. Food of the gods. I should have eaten way more of them. Now I'm sad that I won't get to eat more meat bureks. I wonder if they have burek in Trieste. (Also. Also. Why is there no burek in Milan. Lots of Balkan people in Milan. Please open a burek place? Pretty please? XD)

I leave Rijeka on a much sweeter note than when I arrived. These two days have been good in their weird way, and if I'm ever in this area in a different, sunnier season I'll make sure to come back and take a look.

My bus to Trieste went through Opatija and it was indeed very pretty in the daylight!

It was foggy in Croatia, then when went into Slovenia it cleared up a bit and you could actually see the surroundings. And then we crossed into Italy and it's... foggy again? Maybe staying in Slovenia was the key XD

(Also we didn't go through a passport control when we crossed from Slovenia to Italy? But we did when entering Slovenia from Croatia 🤔)

When I get to Trieste everything is very grey. White sky, a general feeling of fogginess (though not real fog, not inside the city).

I leave my heavy backpack at a laggage storage and I find myself once again wandering around the city for 4 hours between a bus from the Balkans and a Frecciarossa train to Milan (last time I was coming from Ljubljana, but still). This city is huge, I think sooner or later I'll have to come visit it properly, and not just passing through at the end of a different journey.

Of course I find a Christmas market (I used to love Christmas markets but I hate the way they have become standardized in the past few years, now every city you go has the same stalls of usually mediocre crap and it's just sad) but! This one has warm apple juice with cinnamon, which makes me really happy.

I take a thousand photos of the canal, from every single bridge XD but the reflections are just too good!

I get to the sea. The last time I was here it was the first thing I did, going to the sea, and after two weeks of wandering far from the coast I just... cried. I saw the deep blue of the Mediterranean and actual tears formed in my eyes.

This time it's a ghostly sea, white and kinda haunted, but it's still mesmerising.

I walk along the promenade, farther than I did last time, until I get to the Salone degli Incanti (which is a beautiful name for an exhibition space, "Hall of Enchantments", but the building used to be the city's fish market and apparently incanti was the word they used for the fish auctions?).

There's an exhibition about videogames there, but OF COURSE it's closed today.

I walk back through a pedestrian zone, a part of Trieste i totally missed last time.

I stop at a café for coffee and cake, and once I'm done I realize that it's less than an hour to my train, I'm nowhere near the station, I have to stop somewhere to buy food for the journey+a couple of things to bring home from Friuli, get my backpack back from the luggage storage and possibly have time for a cigarette before the train.

I somehow manage a brisk pace despite my achy feet and tired muscles, and do everything I wanted to do; and most importantly I do not miss my train home ✌️

Yesterday when I got in the mood for some music I decided to listen to my 2022 big playlist (the playlist where I put all the songs I like that I discovered this year, in chronological order XD) instead of a new album, and it was the best decision. A good way to end the year.

[driftwork]

it is friday and I am writing here, romance and determinism

when she came back from her analyst, who was, of course, the same analyst she had seen last time.  He’s in his forties, she is in a thirties with a small baby. She had seen him for ten years or more last time. It was different this time as she was slightly less scared of the level of violence and aggression she is capable of,  perhaps knowing unlike before that she would never harm her children or him.  But really she wanted to be able to speak with at least one other person about her situation. Be light,  she didn’t say, my voice and life is heavy. The corpses have grown silent. What will she do to them this time?   Soon I’ll be able to begin to tell him about my history…  Our situation means it may be more scary than last time,  the other version of him had dealt with it surprisingly well when I told him about my life. Can I really tell him about the sixty odd years of life I have lived through?    His care and attention had helped before, it will this time as well, even if I am in my sixties in this young body. I think i would like to train as a psychoanalyst this time… It is friday, and as with all fridays I am writing at home sitting at my desk in the window of the back office and library downstairs in our house, looking out along the long laurel hedge at the evergreens and beyond them at  the tall beech and oak trees. I can see a set of majestic clouds framed in the 4.3 aspect ratio of the picture window.  White and grey in the blue sky above and behind the woods. I always work here on Monday and Friday, spend the middle of the week in the office, usually in meetings, being briefed, issuing instructions. Talking about projects. Sometimes about people who need to be harmed. People who need to be saved. Today I'm reading project scopes. Financial investment proposals from the hedge fund and the investment department. I remember from last time which proposals will make money and which won't.  I wonder what to do this time. Will it be the same?  I am assuming that the universe wants us to be here...

[fluorescentvermin]

Chapter 6

Brunch - Jasper

Every Saturday, my friends and I go out for brunch at an expensive café to try and soak up the alcohol and other substances we abused the night before. Purely just so we can drink more and meet up later for another night of debauchery. That’s the best part about being young, rich and sexy. I get invited to all the best parties, and even some boring ones. I can’t help that everyone wants to be around me. The café we booked for today was ultra exclusive, only the elite few could dine here.

I made my way through the entrance of gilded glass doors of The Artisan. Inside the high-ceilinged lobby were plush beige sofas, a chandelier covered in diamonds that glittered in the sunlight, white marble tiles underneath a rustic looking rug and a concierge’s desk. The concierge greeted me by name and escorted me through the sheer curtains that separated the lobby and the dining area. The place was alive with chatter, the people dining here were beautiful, drinking champagne and mimosas. The recent trend of electronic limb enhancements meant that the people inside were glittering just as much as the chandelier in the lobby. The concierge continued escorting me through the dining area and to the outside dining area where my friends were sitting. Well, most of them.

“Jasper, you sexy bitch! Get the fuck over here!” my closest fried Lio greeted me boisterously. He looked stunning, wearing a black sleeveless button up shirt. The shirt had a long collar that was tied into a loose bow, and he paired it with white pin-stripe wide leg slacks and dainty dress shoes.

“You look so good, mama! Give us a twirl!” Lio encouraged. I feigned bashfulness and turned around, giving Lio and my friends the full 360. I was wearing a skintight pant suit that was cinched with a statement belt around my waist. I loved this pant suit so much because of the scooped neckline that had an exaggerated collar. This outfit enhanced my decolletage and I felt luxurious.

“Did you see Tyffaknee on your way in?” my friend Gabryela asked as I sat down at the table next to Lio. Gabryela was wearing a powder blue turtleneck sleeveless sweater with a long flowy skirt, she’s a classy lady.

“No, I did not. She’s always fashionably late” I roll my eyes.

“She just texted me, she’s walking in now” Rebecah informed, sliding her phone back into her pocket. Rebecah looked stunning in a shirt that was slightly unbuttoned, loosely draped over her shoulders and cinched with an ornate corset. She paired them with a pair of yellow cigarette pants that made her chocolate skin glow.

“Please tell me that you’ve ordered mimosas already” I plead, grabbing Lio’s hand.

“Of course, darling! They’ll be here soon” Lio said with a wink. Before I could start catching up with my friends, our attention was stolen by Tyffaknee strutting over to our table.

“Look who decided to show up” Lio poked.

“Yeah, sorry I’m late. I had a very important phone call with my agent. He’s trying to book me into Paris fashion week” Tyffaknee dropped her purse unceremoniously on the table, almost knocking over the setting, all while texting on her phone. Even though we were at a nice café, Tyffaknee didn’t dress up. She wore a white singlet top with a grey skirt that looked like she fished it out of some clearance bin. I’m sure she’d say something about how I don’t understand fashion, which is so unbelievably false. I wear designer clothes every day of the year.

“Model stuff that we wouldn’t understand, right?” I let out sarcastically.

“Yeah, sorry. What’s it like not being booked and busy, Jasper? Relaxing?” Tyffaknee scoffed.

“Where have you been the past two weeks, girl? Last night was crazy, you should have been there!” Rebecah exclaimed.

“I had a little work done. Check it out, girls! I got new legs. Nimble’s latest line of limb enhancements” Tyffaknee smirked, splaying a leg out from under the table. Even though I hate to admit it, her enhancements were nice.

“I thought you were getting ANOTHER new nose” Lio snickered, pretending to whisper in my ear.

“That’s not funny, Lio. My doctor said I don’t have enough cartilage left so I can’t get any more procedures done on my nose. Thanks for rubbing it in” Tyffaknee pouted, tucking her leg back under the table.

“Gaby, it’s the weekend. Why are you checking your emails, girly?” Rebecah scolded, snatching Gabyrela’s phone out of her hands.

“I have a client who’s micromanaging me through hell and back. Like, you hired me for a reason, bitch. Can I redecorate your home, or do you want to do it?” Gabryela groaned.

“I hate fussy clients. They make everything so difficult” Rebecah agreed, handing Gabryela’s phone back.

“The stupid shit some of these people say. I swear, it’s like trying to explain basic math to babies” I chime in.

“Sounds like we have even more reason to get drunk. Perfect timing!” Tyffaknee smiled, speaking just as our waitress came over with a bar tray full of champagne glasses.

“No breaking the glasses this time, Gaby. We all know your sloppy secret” Rebecah winked. The waitress placed our glasses on the table, and we all gave her our thanks.

“If you had the media up your asshole as much as me, you’d get it” Gabryela rolled her eyes.

“Oh my god, yeah. I saw that article about your new girlfriend” Lio piped up.

“It’s like I can’t even date in peace without a camera being shoved in my face” Gabryela continued.

“They’re fucking rats, I swear to God. I’ve been cancelled for the fifth time this year” Lio agreed, continuing the bitching.

“They got over the champagne bottle incident really quickly, I’m sure this time will be the same” I shrug.

“Honestly, calling another gay man a faggot is not that serious! Let’s be real” Lio groaned.

“You are so lucky that the paparazzi doesn’t care about you, Jasper” Tyffaknee smirked. That fucking bitch.

“I am lucky, actually. If you look up my name on Infinite, you get articles about my company and success. Instead of pictures of my pussy” I bite back, taking a sip of my mimosa.

“Are you jealous that men love my pussy and not yours?” Tyffaknee challenged.

“Girls, save the cat fight for when we’re drunk” Lio groaned, sipping his mimosa.

“Changing subject, I have this client who’s so handsome. He’s like 40 and he’s got the silver hairs in the front” Rebecah swooned.

“Salt and pepper daddy! Now we’re talking” Lio encouraged.

“I was showing him around this stunning property, it was three stories with an elevator and underground garage. You would have a ball decorating it, Gaby. The display home designers are so bland and boring. This place was so white on the inside, it was like walking into a flashbang. Anyway, so I’m showing salt and pepper daddy the house and I couldn’t help myself. Handsome and rich, like, could he be anymore my type? So, I fucked him during the showing” Rebecah gushed.

“You dirty slut! I love it” Lio growled.

“Was he good?” Tyffaknee encouraged.

“He was amazing. He bent me over the kitchen counter and ate me out. Thinking about his tongue is getting me going again” Rebecah raved.

“Funny, I also met a handsome guy. I can’t stop thinking about him” I gush, biting my lip.

“Girly, you have a whole ass boyfriend” Lio reasoned.

“Yeah, but he’s so fucking boring. All he wants to do is go to the gym and watch movies after work. I should break up with him” I pout. Maybe I was being unreasonable about my boyfriend. Craig was great in bed, and handsome as ever, but every time he speaks my eyes glaze over. We just don’t have anything in common.

“If you’re fantasizing about other people, you really need to break up with him” Rebecah insisted. I’m not just fantasizing, but I didn’t want my friends to think any less of me if I told them I actually fucked Sebastian. It’s not my fault that Craig is boring. When he’s not at the gym or work, he’s sitting on my couch playing fucking videogames all day…

“Fine, I’ll tell him tonight” I sigh.

“Okay, putting morals aside, what’s this handsome guy like? I’m dying to know” Lio smirked.

“He was so dreamy. A muscular, bad boy with a deep sultry voice and piercings… He was divine. I wanted to fuck him so bad!” I gush. Editing the truth a little, of course.

“Back to your old ways, huh Jasper?” Lio wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“I have a type! What can I say?” I giggle.

“He might be bad news. Remember Diesel?” Rebecah mentioned.

“You might catch something… again” Tyffaknee eyed me up and down.

“Since I’ve been getting the super white blood cell vaccine, I haven’t had to worry about that. But you wouldn’t be able to afford it, right?” I roll my eyes at Tyffaknee.

“This bad boy could be a gold digger” Gabyrela piped up.

“Or dangerous” Rebecah continued.

“Jasper can handle danger. It’s manipulation she’s weak to” Lio nudged my arm.

“Hey! Okay, I hear you, girls. I’ll be careful. I don’t know, I might not ever see him again” I muse.

“But you want to see him again, don’t you boo?” Lio suggested.

“Yes. No. I don’t know!” I sigh.

“Well, whether you see bad boy again, be careful, okay sweetie? Don’t let his good looks cloud your judgement” Rebecah warned.

“Would you look at the time! I have to go. I have a casting audition for Guzman. See you later, girls” Tyffaknee exclaimed, getting up from the table.

“Wait, are you joining us at Studio 1337 tonight?” Gabryela asked.

“I’m not sure. We’ll see. I have an invite to a party. I would bring you guys along, but sadly, it’s models only” Tyffaknee mentioned with a hair flick and a disinterested look. She was probably trying to brag but the only good thing about those kinds of parties is that everyone is super-hot, and the drugs are top shelf. One day I’ll find out how she can get her hands on such great product.

Tyffaknee left the table, letting the four of us finish our mimosas in peace.

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[unladielike]

@spiritpyro​

Since Vivian wasn’t awake at the time to receive her ‘special gifts’ Hayate had already set up everything for today. He always let her sleep in whenever her birthday would come around ( because why not, he usually has her awake to at least eat something then she could go back to sleep afterwards ), and now he’s over here adding the last finishing touches to the crocheted butterfly. This time it was… bigger. The size of a pillow, probably. Hayate had started working on this weeks ago while Vivian wasn’t present in the house, he just wanted to get a good head start on it at first all due to him being busy like a fucking lunatic with work lately. It’s fine.

Yeah.

Hayate finished with the butterfly, and set it on the table that was nearby other presents that he bought. One was just a box full of assorted snacks, a few books of Vivian’s favorite manga ( clearly he wasn’t so sure on how many volumes she had so he bought… a plentiful amount. Almost the whole damn collection), there’s a comfortable blue sweater that he had made for her, too, and a stuffed bear that had a light blue ribbon around its neck. He made the ribbon for it since he didn’t want the bear to go ‘naked’.

Not today. Not on this day.

So, while Vivian had slept Hayate had made her a quick brunch that was just stuffed french toast with eggs. Something simple and nice for her to enjoy when she awakes.

[ HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIVI!!!!!!! AND VIVIAN. I'm late but its always party time. ]

    VIVIAN'S BIRTHDAY BASH. always accepting no matter how late!

    Truth be told, she had already grown accustomed to Hayate’s tendency of being nowhere in their apartment by the time she finally woke up, so it doesn’t surprise her he had left again with only a faint sagging indentation beside her on the bed to prove he had been there, just the other night. Rather than lament the fact she had missed the opportunity to kiss him goodbye, however, Vivian would soon check her phone for birthday messages or social media updates before changing out of her banana onesie into a blue hoodie and grey cargo shorts. Afterwards, she then reluctantly heads to the bathroom to freshen up for the day, and while she couldn’t say the reflection staring back at her was one she regarded fondly the whole entire time she stood by the mirror, she still manages to brush her teeth and comb her hair until there were less tangled knots at the back.

    Of course, since she figured coffee could always come later, Vivian would then head downstairs... hoping somehow, she would be able to find Bugsby loitering around the kitchen, but what she found instead were gifts, heaped generously against the table alongside the meal Hayate had so lovingly made for her. Why, it came as such a pleasant surprise, her lips would subsequently stretch upwards into a soft smile.

     Goodness... to think he would purchase almost the whole collection of Dandy Marmalade when she couldn’t even find a single volume in bookstores across Vancouver! Honestly, against her better judgment, she finds herself giggling upon imagining Hayate judgmentally eyeing the covers, featuring topless bara men, but at some point, she would reach for the crocheted butterfly, allowing her fingers to delicately skim it’s wings. Ah, talk about soft... seriously, once he comes back home, Vivian planned on giving him the biggest hug ever!

    For now, though, she would settle into a chair and begin to eat while never letting her presents stray far from her sight; in fact, she even managed to decide on a name for the adorable stuffed bear at some point... calling him Hercules. Regardless, Hayate would eventually receive a notification on his phone when next she finishes eating

    Vivian:

You are the absolute best, Hayupin! (((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o))) Thank you for making my birthday the best one yet! I’ll be sure to wear nothing but the sweater you made for me when you get back home later on tonight. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ ...So when that time comes, bring more than a few condoms with you, okay? ( ˘ ³˘)♥

[hellsbarnes]

୨ 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙨 ₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙘.𝙚𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙨 ୧

pairing: chris evans x fem!reader 

summary: in which you meet chris in a phone booth on a rainy day in boston

warnings: fluffy as heck, mentions of thunder and lightning, 

word count: 2k

author’s note: welcome to another fic of mine, i’ve decided to start writing for chris and i’m super excited for you to read this! please remember to reblog too, thank you!

The thunder rumbled across the sky that had in the span of the last hour turned from a perfect light blue to a dark grey with rain clouds that crowded the canvass. People across the now busy streets of Boston were picking up the pace quickly, with cafes and restaurants pulling their outdoor tables in.

“Come on,” you mumbled under your breath, you had just left your job a little less than ten minutes ago, your plans to head to the cafe for your favourite sandwich was ruined given the fact that they closed earlier on Thursdays, which was something you had forgotten just like you did your umbrella, which proved to be a huge mistake because just as you thought you could make it to the bus stop and perhaps make it home, not drenched to the bone, the first streaks of lightning flashed across the skies proved otherwise, and the first drop rain fell on your face was a clear no.

“Dammit,” you cursed softly under your breath as the drops of rain that pitter pattered on the streets did nothing but grow heavier in the next few seconds, you knew you were done for, a loud clap of thunder boomed loudly across the sky. 

Pedestrians were making mad dashes across the streets with cars horning away, and you groaned in exasperation, this really wasn’t how you wanted to spend the remainder of the only day your boss had allowed you to leave work, you had it all planned out, pizza, a few glasses of red wine, chick flicks and of course yourself to enjoy the night, but seeing as how the heavy rain was beating down on the scorching Boston grounds, those plans were inevitably cancelled.

By the time you had made it to a dingy payphone shelter, it was raining cats and dogs, the blouse that you had just gotten a week ago was now drenched with rain, and your heels were filled with murky water, another flash of lightning saw you leaning against the derelict wall of the booth, you were afraid of putting your entire weight on it for fear that it may just collapse in a second.

Running your hand through your matted hair, you pulled out your phone, hoping that perhaps your best friend would come fetch you before the water in the dilapidated booth started rising.

“You gotta be kidding me, seriously?” You groaned as you glared down at your dead phone, great, just great, of all the damn days you had to forget to plug your phone in, it just had to be today, and for once, you had to agree with your mother when she said something along the lines of just how forgetful you were, well, can be, but at this point, you were gonna go with the fact that you probably had the memory of a goldfish after all.

To think that you were stuck in a phone booth that so ironically didn’t have a phone. It was just your damned luck.

You sighed but just as you were about to give up all hope about being able to get back home, the door to the booth opened and a fully soaked man came in, he was drenched to the bone, and he looked towards you apologetically.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t have anywhere else to go, do you, mind sharing?” He asks, flashing you an almost shy smile.

“Why not?” you reply, returning his smile as you move a little more inwards so as to give the stranger some space to shield him from the pouring thunderstorm that was raging outside, and from the looks of things, it didn’t seem as though it was going to stop anytime soon.

“Thank you, I’ve been rejected by three booths already” He replies jokingly, sighing as he ran a hand through his wet hair.

“That bad?”

“You have no idea,” he replies, chuckling when you laughed, somehow he looked familiar, with a jawline so sharp that it looked as though it could easily cut through glass, his eyes were baby blue with what seemed like a hint of green, and he was tall alright, with broad shoulders, and biceps that looked as though they have been sculpted by gods themselves and the fact that his pristine white shirt was soaked and clinging onto his skin for dear life didn’t really leave anything to the imagination.

Somehow or rather, you could have sworn you had seen him before, somewhere, perhaps he was some model plastered on a magazine that your best friend had stacks and stacks of, shaking the thought away, you shot the stranger a kind smile to which he returned and you were pretty sure that smile of his has swept many women off their feet.

“You just got off work?” he asked curiously.

“Yeah, would you believe if I said I had a whole evening planned out?” You replied watching as he chuckles.

“I do, and would you believe I had a date?”

“Oh no,”

“Yep, I gotta text her now,”

“Let her down gently,” You joke, and he laughs, shrugging. “Gently is not the word I would use,”

“Girlfriend?”

“No, it’s supposed to be a second date, I wasn’t really gonna go, but you know-“

“Friends?”

“Exactly, and, shit,” he grumbles as he flashes you his phone, well, very dead phone.

“You got a phone?”

“I hate to say this, but we are in the same boat,”

“You gotta be kidding me, you too?” The stranger says and you nod, laughing when he does, there was something about his life that just seemingly made you laugh along.

“Yeah, I forget to charge my phone all the damn time,”

“Oh god, me too”

“I didn’t realise there was gonna be someone as forgetful as I was,”

“I only forget sometimes,”

“Right,” you reply and the blue-eyed brunette chuckles.

“I’m Chris,” He introduced, extending a hand and you furrow your eyebrows, you could almost place it, you knew you saw him somewhere, and the name just seemed to put two and two together, your eyes widened a little.

“You’re-“

“Yeah,” He replies and you smile.

“I’m (Y/N)” You reply, taking his hand, and you couldn’t help but feel the warmth of his hand, and how it felt almost electrifying to feel his touch, and it was almost as if Chris could feel it too, because he seemingly held on to your hand for just a tad longer, and your cheeks heated up when he finally lets go, mumbling a quick apology to which you simply said, “it’s okay, I don’t really mind it,” smiling when he returns it, his cheeks turning a light shade of red.

“So, where are you heading after this?” he asks and you sighed, “home, just me and my couch,”

“That’s not too bad,”

“I-“ before you could continue, a loud thunderclap made you wince as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“You alright?” Chris asks softly, a look of concern on his face as he gently rubs soft circles on your back soothingly as you struggled to calm yourself down, you were afraid of thunder, always have been since you were a child, it was something that you hadn’t got over yet as much as you hated to admit it.

“Yeah, I’m not very good friends with thunder,” you said almost jokingly as Chris chuckles.

“It’s okay, you can stand closer, if you want to,” he adds and you take up his offer, standing just a little closer to him, feeling his bodily warmth and it felt comforting, almost as if he could feel what you felt, and in that second, you allowed yourself to lean in closer, your heart racing in your chest as he wraps a strong arm around you protectively, pulling you closer, almost as if he was afraid that you would scare again.

“Thank you,” you said softly, trying your best to ignore the way your stomach did flips, sure you knew Chris through movies and perhaps, even a few interviews you had once watched but you hadn’t expected him to be this, well, this kind, offering you space beside him, almost as if he saw himself as the same as you were, just a passing person trying to be sheltered from the rain.

It was a well known fact that not all celebrities were nice towards others, but Chris, he was just different, he was friendly, charming and likeable, and in the last forty five minutes that you were stuck in the booth with the man, you were convinced that there was nothing to not like about him, especially the fact that he had a kind heart.

“Feeling better?” the brunette asks and you nod, trying to get yourself to tear your eyes away from his, when you were up close, only then did you notice just how gorgeous those irises were, the green in his eyes seemed to stand out a lot more when you were closer.

“Yeah, I thi-“ another loud clap of thunder reverberated across and you cringe, your body tensing up as you tried to steady your breaths.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay,” Chris says softly, holding you closer to his chest, his arm circling your shoulder.

“Deep breaths, its’s going to pass,” he adds, leaning in closer as he tells you to breathe, his voice low and smooth almost had a definite calming effect in helping you find your footing as you struggled to get a grip, you hated thunder with a passion and this was why, your heavy breathing slowed, and it didn’t take very long for you to calm down, your fears seemingly fading away when he held you.

“Thank you, I’m sorry I-“

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” Chris says with a boyish smile which you gladly returned, trying to ignore the way your cheeks heated up when he drew in closer, his warm breath tickling your skin.

“You didn’t have to help me with it though,”

“But I want to,” he replies as he ever so gently pulled you a tad closer reassuringly.

It didn’t take another hour for the rain to finally stop, the pitter patter halting altogether a little while after, and you could hear the footsteps of other’s outside the booth, the splash of rain puddles and the usual sound of Boston traffic.

“I gotta go,” you said softly, a warm smile spreading across your face when Chris nods, returning your smile as he lets go of you, and you immediately missed the feeling of his touch, not that you wanted to say it out loud.

“It was nice meeting you (Y/N),” he replies.

“You too Chris,” you say as you opened the door of the booth, a chilly breeze caressing your face, making you shiver lightly as you stepped out, a part of you urging you to look back but you couldn’t because as much as you would wish to stick around, you couldn’t plus it wouldn’t take long for him to leave you in the past either.

Chris sighed, looking at your retreating frame that did nothing but grow smaller and smaller as you made your way down the street, when he held you, he felt some sort of a spark, something about you that just pulled him in to you, he didn’t have any idea just what it was, but he knew that he didn’t want to lose that feeling, so he took the chance, deciding to go after you.

“(Y/N)!” you were stopped by the oh, so familiar voice of Chris, who had caught up with you.

“Is everything alright?” you ask, and you watch as he nods.

“I-I, was wondering if you could be willing to cancel your planned evening for dinner?” He asks, almost shyly, biting his lip as he awaited your answer.

“What about your date?” you asked.

“It was an hour ago, plus I would much rather be around you,”. He replies, the hope in his eyes diminishing when you didn’t reply him.

“You don’t have-“

“That sounds great,” you reply, and you could feel your heart skip a beat when he smiled, his eyes lighting up like a child on Christmas Day when he got your answer.

“Wanna go now?”

“But I’m drenched and-“

“It’s perfectly fine”. Chris replies with a grin and you smile as you took his extended hand.

Maybe your Thursday could be saved after all.

note: that’s the end of this fic! i hope you enjoyed it and please don’t forget to reblog, thank you so much! 

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[vilandel]

"What is that fucking Ghostwriter writing about us again?" Nebra huffed, as she saw Rosette reading the newest chronicle of Lady Whistledown.

"Oh, just that the Silvas are enjoying themselves, that their choices on the marital market are questionable and that she wonders if it will prevail."

"Questionable?" Noelle asked, almost offended. "Why should anyone care that our choices are not within the ton or whatever? And why would you be a questionable choice, Rosette? You are a noble from this country and from a great house even!"

"But I have a reputation for being unhealthy and frail, I was invisible and overshadowed, not to mention that for most idiots out there I have no personality. Oh, and let's not forget that most of my garderobe is grey."

Rosette was talking matter of factly, but her smug grin showed again who she truly was. After all, Solids fiancée made strength out of all those so-called weaknesses.

"Give me, Rosetta, what else did she wrote?" Helena asked, taking the paper in her hands. "Dios Mio, why is she so mean to poor miss Penelope Featherington? It is not her fault her mamà puts her into such colors that don't suit her and she is a sweet person!"

"Lady Featherington has a questionable sense of fashion for her daughters, this is true," Nebra added. "Oh, citrus colors can be good, but it's not for everyone."

"There is also something about Lord Leopold... Oh, and Cressida Cowper gets her shade as well."

"Well, I have to agree on that, Cressida is a bitch, almost as much as Rosettes sister," Noelle pouted, still a bit upset that her family got the shade of Lady Whistledown today. It was true that Asta more or less comes out of nowhere, but this was no reason to remind it almost every time!

Okay, the time when she called Helena a diamond and mentioned that diamonds usually came from foreign countries had been clever. Lady Whistledown also mentioned her admiration for Zoras sharp tongue last week, when it was about putting two of Nebras suitors into place. Or the time when she complimented Rosette for her shining natural complexion while other ladies of the ton never were able to have the perfect paleness with make-up. And she even applauded Asta once for standing up against nobles... even though she also mentioned that he should be more calm and polite with his critics in the same sentence.

"There is something about the Bridgertons as well... Hey, Nebra!"

"Of course there is something about the Bridgertons. There is always something about this family and today is the wedding of the viscount with miss Kathani Sharma. Speaking up, we better get ready, the boys are waiting. Has anyone seen my teal gloves?"

"Here Nebra. Rosette, are you ready?"

"Almost, I just need to choose my ribbon for the day. So, what goes with my silver dress? Let's see... Hm, lavender purple, azure blue or spring green?"

"Purple!"

"Blue!"

"Green!"

"Flamingo Pink is it then."

That answer made the four ladies laugh. Helena couldn't help but smile as she caressed the silk of her ruby red gown. Yes, the Silvas have taken some liberties within the ton this season, more than during the last, but they weren't the only ones and after some hurdles, they were happy. Happier than anyone would imagine within the standards of the ton.

She was very happy that they were invited to the wedding of Anthony Bridgerton and Kathany Sharma. Oh, it seemed like a formality, but Helena knew that it was certainly a sign of gratitude. After all, during the Featherington Ball, the four Silva couples had been the only ones to remain on the dancefloor with lord Bridgerton and miss Sharma.

"You're coming, Helena?"

Helena turned towards her sisters-in-law. Nebra in dark teal, Rosette in silver, Noelle in orchid purple and herself in ruby red. They all look fantastic in her books.

Time to join Nozel, Zora, Solid and Asta, who were waiting for them in the entrance.

Dearest reader, It has come to this author's attention that the Silva family seems to be rather enjoying themselves this season... even though some choices are questionable and may become the centre of gossip. Foreign princess, a peasant with a sharp tongue, frail daughter of a Great House and a boy from nowhere... Will they prevail, or will the obstacles be greater?

Rosette belongs to @vilandel 💕

All of these were referenced from Kanthony scenes from the second Bridgeton season.

[hinasakuino]

Belaud

18+ :) minors & ageless blogs dni, established relationship, Nanami x Reader, Female embodied reader, oral (male & fem receiving), slight dirty talk, reader is referred as baby/princess, Unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare & fluff (they say ily so many times but I’m not apologizing for that) (more notes at the end :) 3.8k words of fluff n smut :)

Nanami celebrates your birthday with you :)

I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t self indulgent 😏

The sound of thunder made your eyes snap open, you sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes and yawning as you glanced at the time. It was almost 10 am, and the rumbling sound of thunder caused you to be more alert. You looked to your right and realized Nanami wasn’t in bed. You got up and walked to the wide windows to survey the sky, stopping to pull on his discarded shirt, you smiled as his scent flooded your senses, the other clothing on the ground a gentle reminder of the actions that took place the night before made you blush just a little bit.

The clear blue sky that greeted you and your Boyfriend yesterday was now replaced with the grey swirls of clouds, and harsh winds.There were small puddles on the ground, the telltale sign of rain letting you know it had already rained at some point last night. You knew there was a chance of more rain today but you were hoping the rain would hold so that you’d be able to enjoy a day at the beach and then a dinner with the love of your life under the stars but it seemed like the weather had other plans, that included souring your mood just a little on one of the happiest days of your life. Your birthday. You sighed and crossed your arms just as a bolt of lightning scattered in the sky. Stepping away from the window you sat down with your phone you began replying to birthday related messages.

“Princess are you awake?” You hear Nanami call from somewhere in the villa. There isn’t a door to the bedroom so you walk out, taking your phone with you and going to find him.

It wasn’t hard to find him, though the villa was big, the smell of food led you to your lover, plating breakfast. With his back turned towards you, shirtless and in his briefs you chuckled at the sight, in awe of him being able to cook a full course without burning himself, it was something you considered a talent.

“Happy birthday baby,” he says softly when you approach the marble island, leaning forward to steal a piece of fruit from the bowl on the tray.

“Thank you babe.” You say sweetly smiling at him, the taste of the blueberry bursts on your tongue and you try to reach for another one your stomach grumbles reminding just how hungry you actually were. Nanami slaps your hand away scolding you jokingly and makes you sit on the stool in front of the island.

He pushes the plate of food in front of you and walks around the counter to press a soft kiss to your forehead and then he wraps an arm around you hugging you tightly.

Your heart swells you have to admit it, you still couldn’t comprehend the fact that Nanami was able to convince you to take a two week vacation to Bali let alone pamper and treat you like a princess the entire time, so far this had been the best birthday ever and you hadn’t even gotten to his gifts.

Before you dive into the food, you snap a picture for the gram which Nanami rolls his eyes at, but you need to show everyone the beautiful spread he’s prepared, scrambled eggs to your liking with turkey bacon, three perfectly round pancakes with strawberry cut up into a heart and dots of whipped cream, with the bowl of fruit.

“You and your pictures,” he mutters, laughing when you pinch him.

“I also want everyone to see how lucky I am to have such an amazing boyfriend slash personal chef.” You say placing your phone down and taking a bite of the turkey bacon.

“Did you go to town or something for this? Or did the kitchen come stocked?” You ask curiously, he takes a sip of his coffee and sits on the stool next to you, you lean into him unconsciously, your body leaning on his warm chest.

“I paid extra for the workers to stock the kitchen.” He admits and you nod and offer him a bite but he declines, taking it upon himself to cut the pancakes in perfect triangles.

“How’d you sleep last night?” He asks, making small talk as he fed you the pancakes.

“Like a baby, that mattress has to come home with us, I was asleep within 5 minutes,” You exclaim.

“Yeah your snoring almost kept me up all night,” he says, making you push his shoulder.

“I do not snore!” You protest but he just chuckles.

“It’s okay princess, everyone snores, it’s perfectly normal especially since you’ve been working non stop. This vacation was much needed.” He stands and places another kiss to your head when you finish the fruit bowl, he places it in the sink and you start working on the eggs.

“Well yeah, bills gotta get paid,” you mutter and he rolls his eyes.

“I’ve said it countless times, if you let me—” he starts but you cut him off.

“Noooo!” You say, waving your hands and shaking your head no.

“Or even if you move in, it would reduce the stress of bills on you and you could focus on school,” he says the last part matter of factly but you ignore him and push your food around on the plate.

“I’d feel terrible if you did any of those things.” You shake your head no again, Kento doesn’t say anything, and a comfortable silence sits between you two. Your phone vibrates signaling a call but you ignore it, focusing your attention to Kento who’s now rubbing your exposed thigh.

“You should answer that.” He says, closer now, he rests his head on your shoulder, his hand moves high, resting on your inner thigh. You shake your head no, finishing up the eggs, you down the apple juice he’s placed on the tray and turn forwards him.

“Seriously, thank you Ken,” You say, your hand rubs his cheeks affectionately and he hums leaning into your touch.

“I wish it wasn’t about to rain,” you say looking at the sky from the large windows in the kitchen.

“I wanted to swim,” Nanami says, sighing. “Since you’re Queen for the day, what shall we do your highness?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You sigh and shrug just as you hear the pitter patter of rain coming down.

“Guess Hiking is out of the picture,” you joke. “We can just watch a movie, and if it’s not raining later we can get dinner, but honestly if it rains all day and we don’t get out I’ll be fine, we’re in Bali that’s a good enough gift already.” Nanami makes a noise in disagreement but doesn’t say anything.

“Speaking of gifts though,” He stands and runs to the room, and then comes back with two small bags and three boxes.

“No, I can’t accept that.” You immediately stand but he’s already placed the gifts down and pulls an envelope from behind his back placing it on top of the boxes.

“Go ahead, open them,” he encourages, smiling. So you do, starting with the envelope. Your name is written on the front in Kento’s perfect handwriting. Inside is a pink card with white flowers decorated on the front, you open the card, and read over the short paragraph he’s written inside, smiling as you do.

“This is so sweet Ken, I love you.” You say, a watery smile setting on your face.

“I’m surprised you didn’t just ditch the card and take the gift cards.”

“Please if you’re admitting how madly in love you are with me, I’m going to want to read that first but ooh gift cards?”

You go through the five gift cards, one for a local coffee shop that you go to on your way to work, one for target Nanami laughs when you see the amount, knowing there’s a chance you’d still call him because you went over budget, he knew you loved your shopping and the other three are for makeup and clothing stores.

“Now onto these,” He hands you the bags first. You feel your face heat up as he watches you take the paper out tossing them on the counter.

“Kento! Shut up!” You shout, pulling out a smaller red box, the gold lettering glitters under the lights and you open the box excitedly, squealing when you see the white gold band and matching bracelet. You close the box and hug it to your chest.

“I was saving to buy this,” you say breathlessly looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

“I know, I saw it on your board.” He says, you hold your hand over your heart when he mentions your vision board.

“Check the other box out,” He nudges you and your eyes go wide.

“There’s more?!” You exclaim he nods and smiles watching you pull out two smaller red boxes.

The first box is a matching ring to the bracelet, and the second box is earrings, they look similar to the bracelet and the earrings but the earrings have four four diamonds on the hoops.

You put the gifts on the counter and stand to wrap your arms around his lean frame, he accepts the hug, pulling you closer as you sniffle in his side.

“This is the best birthday ever and I don’t care that it’s raining, I love you so much.” You sob, voice muffled in his chest. You feel him shaking with laughter and look at him.

“You have more to open,” you nod and go to the second bag, doing the same thing with the paper, you laugh, it’s an iPad, he knows you’ve been hanging onto that cracked one at home for years but you were too attached to ever let it go. Alongside the iPad are accessories.

You move on to the boxes, smiling when you see that they’re heels, one pair is black with the gold YSL lettering going down the heel, the second is an open toe Jimmy Choo heel also in black and the last pair is from Jimmy Choo as well, this time in silver.

“Do you like them?” He asks, smiling as you inspect the heels one pair at a time, it doesn’t take you long to try them on, you determine the YSL are the prettiest of them all and begin modeling them for Kento.

“I love them so much. I love you so much, I can’t believe you got these for me,” you stop in front of him, the added height has you eye level with his lips, without warning you press against him, kissing him soft and slowly.

He reciprocates almost immediately, his hands going to your hips pulling you firm to his chest. Your body reacts immediately, you sigh into his kiss, melting in his arms as you let his expert lips take over.

“Mmh.” You break the kiss to catch your breath and look at him through hooded eyes.

“No princess, if we continue then how will we get you to dinner later?” He smirks at your pout and presses his lips to your so softly it has your knees buckling. He chuckles and let’s you go, you fall back lightly on the sofa, still wearing the heels, you trace your foot up Nanami’s bare leg seductively, he stops you before you can reach your foot to his bulge.

“C’mon Princess, don’t be like that, there’s still a secret room you’ve yet to discover,” he smiles as your eyes glint with excitement.

“Okayyyyy, but you have to carry me,” You say jokingling as you get up but without question, Nanami picks you up like you weigh nothing, tossing you over his shoulders and into the bedroom.

******

Unfortunately the rain remained a threat that ruined your birthday dinner plans. Nanami still made it up to you, allowing you to play dress up and take pictures with you to post when you got back from vacation. You decided to keep the last outfit on, a black velvet dress that stopped mid thigh. You still wore the heels he had gotten you, as well as the jewelry and watched as he cooked while music played softly on the speaker.

As if sensing your eyes on him, Nanami looks up from cutting vegetables and smiles.

“Something on your mind beautifu?” He asks, he slides the carrots into the pan and starts working on chopping up potatoes.

“No, I’m just in love right now, the rain might’ve ruined the day but you saved it, and I’m just so grateful for you, I haven’t enjoyed a birthday in so long,” you smile dreamily at him, you don’t miss his face turning a pink shade, as he talks.

“Oh love, I’m happy you’re enjoying yourself,” He wipes his hands on the towel then walks around to give you a kiss, reassuring and sweet, calming any negative thought you were reliving.

“If you keep rubbing me like that I might burn the food,” he says against your ear, you pretend not to hear him and continue running your hand along the length of his already hard dick. It always amazes you how easy it is for you to turn him on.

“Someone once said let it burn,” you tease, giggling when he nip at your ear.

“Soon my love, let me finish dinner, and after that I’m all yours,” he kisses you again this time more passionate and enough to have you squirm in your seat as you feel an ache settling in your cunt. You whine when he pulls away.

“So needy today.” He jokes, he goes back to cutting celery and you pout begging the heavens above to speed up time.

*****

Full on love and food you find yourself undressing into your swim suit, the rain had stopped, the sun was setting and you were going to spend a romantic evening in the hot tub with your lover it was almost too perfect of a way to end your day.

Nanami watches you from the sliding door, and you make it a point to tie the bathing suit bottoms slowly so that he could get a glimpse of your ass knowing it would be the first thing he’d rip off of you. You do the same with the bikini top, adjusting the triangles so they covered your nipples. When you were done putting on a show for him, you skipped happily out of the door and dipped a toe into the water. It was warm and inviting, Nanami helps you in, though the hot tub is spacious, he pulls you to his lap.

You’re on him immediately kissing a path from his collarbone to his neck, careful not to go crazy with marking him.

His hands grope the fleshy part of your ass and push you down on his erection, you moan against his neck, he was finally giving you want you wanted.

“Ken,” you breathe against his ear, a groan escapes his lips, and he lets his hands wander to grab one of your tits, he easily bypasses the swimming top and pulls at your nipple loving the way you gasp against him. You try to keep up with him, tugging the back of his hair just like he likes but fail miserably when he sucks your nupple into his moth, expert tongue rolling and licking the bud until you’re whining against him.

“Ken please,” you moan, he lets out a throaty chuckle and raises his head.

“What’s up princess?” He asks, sucking a love bite to your shoulder.

“Touch me please,” you beg, you meet his lips, kissing hungrily, devouring his taste, he matches your pace, a hand slots in the back of your hair tugging you back so that he controls the kiss, his tongue slips past your own, relishing in your taste.

Nanami breaks the kiss, he’s not against hot tub sex but he thinks of you far too precious to be taken in a place many others have done it. You protest when he makes you stand, he steps out first so you don’t miss the tent his dick makes in his swim trunks, he offers you a hand, practically yanking you out of the hot tub and back into the room.

You’re in sync, taking off his swim trunks just as he unties your top, before he can stop you, you sink to your knees and kiss across his abdomen, then the patch of smooth skin above his cock.

“Princess, you don’t have to,” Kento starts but you’re already kissing the tip of his dick, silencing the words in his throat. You smile at him mischievously, before incorporating your hands, you palm his balls, and spit on his cock, running a hand up and down his length slowly, he moans loudly, his hands lifting and going back to his side as if he wants to touch you but can’t.

You suck the tip in, and grab one of his hands to press to the back of your head, he lets out a shaky breath and pushes your head down his length, stopping when he hears you gag, you go further, wanting to please Kento.

“Just like that baby girl,” he huffs out, you bob your head up and down, making sure to deep throat him everytime you take him back in your mouth. He sighs and gathers your hair in one hand, and holds your jaw, he pumps his cock in your mouth slowly watching as your eyes pool with tears. He grunts when he feels himself in your throat, your throat constricts just a bit making his legs shake and he pulls away letting the head of his cock rest against your lips. You plant open mouth kisses on him until he’s pushing you back, and then pulling you up.

“Bed now,” he huffs, you chuckle but climb up lazily, laughing fully when Nanami pushes you flat on your stomach. His hands caress your thighs, then your ass, he stops to pull your bottom up, making your arch your back for him.

“So pretty,” he mumbles, you feel his breath fanning over your exposed backside, you hide your face in your hands when you feel him trace your sex with his finger, the wet bottoms sticking uncomfortably to you. You whine and kick your foot at his teasing, he simply slaps your ass leaving a sting to ripple through the cheek.

“Behave.” He says in warning, and unties your bikini bottom just as slowly as you tied them up and when he finally takes them off you thrust back inviting him to take you.

He kisses your cunt, so soft and warm, you feel a gush of wetness sticky between your thighs, that he licks up with no problem, he moans into your pussy, the vibrations go straight to your clit and you can’t stop yourself when you reach behind to push his face further into you cunt, it’s what he wants you to do, he loves letting you take your pleasure from him just as much as he loves giving you pleasure.

“Ken, please,” your whine is muffled by the pillow but he obliges you, licking into your velvet walls, suckling on your puffy clit and tracing a finger teasingly down your slit.

He slips his finger in, and you shudder, the ache in your cunt finally being relieved, he can’t help smirking as he watches you come undone just from one finger.

When he feels your pussy squeezing tightly, he groans, and needs to be inside you, you whine at the loss of his finger but quickly moan when you feel him pressing the head of his dick into your wetness.

“Fuck princess you’re always so tight for me,” He groans, your pussy is hypnotizing to him, pulling him in, squeezing perfectly around his dick he groans.

“It feels so good Ken, so good baby,” you moan, you push your hips back to meet his thrust, he grips both of your hips and moves you up and down his length until your muffled cries turn into long drawn out moans and sobs of curses mixed with his name.

He reaches around, his hand finds your puffy clit, aching and needy as he pounds into you.

“Ken baby that feels so good, I’m gonna cum,” you warn, your hips buck backwards you fit so perfectly under him, and the way you’re squeezing his cock has him teetering on the edge of cumming but he refuses, wanting to feel your pussy milk his cock first.

“That’s it baby, give it to me, you wanna be a good girl for me baby?” He taunts, his words going straight to your core. You whimper but nod, you feel that first wave of your orgasm pushing you over the brink, you close your eyes tightly, your hand grips Kento’s arm as you try to stop him from overstimulating you but he doesn’t stop, instead he plows into you faster, chasing his own relief, he grunts loudly, and you feel his cock jumping in you, warm liquid fills your cunt you can feel the mixture leaking out of you.

Nanami falls on your back, covering you fully. You stretch as much as you can and feel yourself relaxing as he kiddies the back of your neck and shoulders.

“Happy birthday princess.” He kisses your temple and smiles when you push him. You whimper when he pulls out, the loss of his cock in you leaves you throbbing, you smile guiltily at him as he pulls you in for a hug, you stop him with a hand on his shoulder and climb in his lap.

“Already baby?” He asks and you smile, nodding as you align his cock with your entrance, you sink down slowly smirking at the way he throws his head back.

“You’re insatiable.” He groans, squeezing your hips as you bring yourself up and back down creating a slow bouncing rhythm. He’s sensitive, you can tell from the way he bites his bottom lip, but he’s also close to another orgasm so he lets you ride him until you’re both cumming, he holds you down and thrusts his hips up, pushing his cum deep inside.

It’s almost 1am when you’re finally unable to move, Kento has to carry you to the tub, let’s the warm water unravel the knots of tension in your back, he does give you one more orgasm and it’s so sudden that you cling to him in the waters, seeing stars afterwards.

“No more please,” you mumble into his chests, he laughs as he drags the loofah across your back.

“Okay no more,” he agrees.

You let him continue washing you off, you’re pretty much dead to the world when he transfers you to the bed, but you do hear when he whispers how much he loves you before you doze off to sleep.

[kirschteinoir]

play along.

toji fushiguro x reader.

❝ his arm slides easily down to your waist to claim it as its new home and he pulls you flush to his side. stooping slightly so he’s within whispering distance, the close proximity causes you to shiver.

“play along. i’ll explain everything in a minute, ‘k darlin’?”since you weren’t really in a position to object, you decided to obey and play along.❞

after a long day of class, the cherry on top comes in the form of being followed home. with no music and a dead phone, a handsome stranger swoops in to save your ass (and maybe invite you out for dinner at the end of it.)

wc; 2550, genderneutral pronouns are used but he calls you doll/angel/darling! also includes descriptions of anxiety but no actual panic attack.

usually, you'd never have let it get this far.

you’re bright, sharp. always aware of your surroundings before they are aware of you and never one to let such a fatal detail slip your mind; even on the worst of days you powered through to the end, falling asleep satisfied and excited for the new day.

today, however, was worse than your worst days.

nine hours of lectures and supervisions and work (with not a drop of caffeine in your system until it was far too late - the coffee shop you often frequented had closed due to a leak or something and it had entirely set your morning off on the wrong foot) scraped dully at your knife of a brain, rendering it completely useless for its function by five in the evening. you were desperate to go home to your overpriced city apartment with it’s ventilation that chose only to work on 2-3 business days (and the repair man would obviously not be at work for the rest of the week) and the sink you used to clean both your teeth and your dishes to taper it once again into a fine blade with the incredibly effective sharpening stone known as ‘a hot meal and your favourite show on netflix’.

maybe…pasta. pasta sounded really good right now.

you stepped out of your last lecture for the day into the brisk march evening. spring was on the brink of bursting over into the reservoir of mother nature and yet the infrequent bluster nipped at your exposed cheeks and rubbed your ears red and raw. so you snuggle further into your coat and fly down the steps of your lecture hall, weaving through the mass of students also finished for the day.

it was as if by magic your energy had dissipated the moment you’d leapt off of the last step and reached the gate that would lead you out of campus towards freedom. all at once you felt the day’s fatigue deliver a fatal blow to your solar plexus; you draw in a sharp breath, letting it sit on your tongue before pushing it out in a heavy sigh after mulling it over in your lungs for a moment. your shoulders suddenly acknowledge the weight of your bag and you know the coffee you’d had with your soggy sandwich at lunch has officially worn off.

to make matters worse your phone had died just a little over 10 minutes ago and of course you’d left your charger at home. you knew the battery was unpredictable on a good day; in that moment you vow to take it into a shop at the next chance available.

and so, completely alone with your thoughts, you begin walking home.

wow, had the walk always been this long? usually your songs blended into each other, serving as an idyllic distraction until you were fiddling with the lock of your front door. today, however, felt different: not a soul was out at a time that was usually bustling and the sky was darkening into an ugly murky grey-blue, possibly the teasing tells of a storm. your throat began to close and you had to clear it too many times than socially acceptable in one minute to prevent a coughing fit. your hands, which normally slotted themselves comfortably in your pockets as you bopped along to the beat of your favourite song, were now wringing themselves in front of you. you observed your own deft fingers sliding over your knuckles, reddened by the cold, only to pull back and repeat the motion all over again. not only was your pacing irregular, you found that you had to stop yourself tripping a few times too. unusual for someone who’d walked this route so many times that the cracks and uneven spots in the path were engraved into your brain.

and then it hit you: you were nervous.

but this nervousness was different to when you had to showcase your presentation in front of your supervision group during your first week of university. it wasn’t like the time in high school when your crush brushed past you in the hallways between classes and you’d hoped they would stop and say hello. no, this was a primitive kind of nervousness - an instinct that evolution had not yet succeeded in removing. the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and your skin prickled with the electricity of a thousand neurones firing beneath your skin.

quick, slow your breathing. steady your pace. get as much oxygen into your lungs as possible. somewhat stiffly, you hastened down the street past the smattering of independent shops that had closed for the day.

something makes you falter and your next step is jerky and uncoordinated. had your anxiety finally gotten the better of you?

it’s so slight, a noise carried by the wind towards your heightened sense of hearing. a second set of footsteps.

internally you shut down. you’d heard stories of this happening and you found yourself praying, borderline begging, to make it home tonight. your neck was paralysed with fear and you didn’t have the heart to turn around, your mind running rampant with all the possible outcomes of this scenario.

you were still pretty far from your place. a good ten minutes of a brisk walk along the shortest path, maybe even fifteen if you were unlucky. your usual route was a corn maze of back alleys and unfavourable night time establishments and so you contemplated the longer but more populated route through the city centre. you might even be able to find the police station and scare this person away.

but you reeeeeeally wanted to go home.

while you marched on with ragged breathing, your thoughts had unintentionally distracted you at the wrong time; you never even heard him approach and you were far too busy muttering under your breath to clock the warm hand that rested lightly on your shoulder.

everything about his presence overwhelmed you. whoever this person was kept extremely fit and was definitely above average height. his gait was strong and menacing, like he knew exactly who he was and that no one would ever be able to cross him. he easily fell in time with your awkward pace, casting a shadow over you so strong that you thought you’d suddenly shut your eyes: he entirely blocked out the now-setting sun. his bicep was about the size of your head and subsequently this was all you could see as you craned your neck up at the person who had caught up to you. your momentum of your stride stuttered in shock but his firm grip forced you to keep walking.

“hey baby, you told me to wait for you at your lecture. whatcha doin’ out here, hm?”

the grittiness of his voice did nothing to stop the confusion spreading through your mind, poisoning any coherent thought you might’ve had. it was nice, with a deep timbre and certainly some authority behind it.

“babe?” he says, a little louder. it’s extremely forced and his eyes slink over your frame as his eyebrows shoot up a little, urging you to respond.

when you still don’t, his arm slides easily down to your waist to claim it as its new home, and he pulls you flush to his side. stooping slightly so he’s within whispering distance, the close proximity causes you to shiver.

“play along. i’ll explain everything in a minute, ‘k darlin’?”

since you weren’t really in a position to object, you decided to obey and play along.

“oh hey babe! sorry, i didn’t see you waiting so i just decided to walk home anyway!” a nervous laugh slips past your lips and you cringe at the sound that hangs in the air between you and these two strangers.

basically being tucked under his arm, you couldn’t turn your head to see if the person following you had pissed off yet. after a beat, you felt the muscles by your temples flex and you assumed your saviour was doing the job for you. you feel him exhale and the muscles relax (wow, they’re still so tense in a resting state?!) and he finally lets you go. you almost whine, the warmth of his chest by your face favourable now that the temperature was steadily declining into the night.

“phew, sorry doll. must’ve scared’ya real bad.”

you sort of liked the sound of this new nickname and this caused a lot of mental emotional conflict.

now that there’s space between the two of you, you take a real good look at his features under the harsh white streetlights.

oh boy, he’s hot.

he’s definitely much older than you, judging by the faintest of wrinkles around his temples and forehead. his hair was jet black, hanging over sullen eyes moulded into a permanent glare. speaking of his eyes, even as he glanced down at you you could see how violently green they were - like rough jade against black velvet; you lingered on them for a little too long, missing how he suppresses a smirk at your obvious ogling. your gaze drifts towards a raw line that cuts the right side of his lips, just ghosting the edge. the skin was pinkish and taut and you wondered exactly what kind of person he is to have gained such a scar. even in the abnormal march weather he was dressed simply, a tight black shirt stretched over a strong set of pecs and abs. you drank in the view hungrily, not even caring that he was in such little clothing on such a cool evening.

“you done starin’ yet?” he meant it with no malice (and maybe a hint of amusement) but you felt yourself flush.

“relax, doll. i’m not here to hurt’ya. that dude,” he looks both ways, checking that the person who’d been tailing you really had slunk back into the grimy shadows. “had been followin’ you ever since i’d been behind him. and anyone could tell you were real panicked, so i just did my best to help.”

he sounded…shy? you could almost laugh that this hunky dilf of a man was shy to admit he’d done a noble thing and possible saved your life, despite scaring you out of your wits in the process. you let out an airy laugh and you swear his eyes soften a little as he shoves his hands into the pockets of his trousers. a trick of the light, perhaps?

“thank you so much, really. what’s your name?”

the man hesitates. “…toji.”

you introduce yourself to him cordially. “nice to meet you, toji.”

he clears his throat and breaks eye contact the second his name leaves your lips.

“ahem… anyway, where do you live? i’ll walk’ya the rest of your way home. or to wherever you’re goin’.”

at first you want to object. but weighing out your pros and cons, letting this man walk you home might be the best option to get to your bowl of hot pasta quicker.

“i only live a few minutes from here now. you can just drop me off at the end of my street, if that’s okay.”

not one to speak more than necessary, toji grunts in approval.

you walk on in comfortable silence. he occasionally whistles to see his breath cloud in the air and rarely looks at you but he can see you writhing about in his peripheral vision and he smirks.

“got somethin’ you wanna ask, doll?”

ah, he caught you. well, you might as well spit it out: who know’s if you’d ever see him again anyway?

“why’d you…y’know… do it though?” one. two. three heartbeats passed. “do what?” suddenly he was defensive. you quickly backtracked, trying to rectify your accusatory tone.

“no! don’t get me wrong, i’m beyond grateful that you stepped in. but i’m just curious as to why. most people would mind their own business, pretend they never saw anything…” you trailed off, unsure of why you had brought it up in the first place. you could’ve just swallowed down the kind gesture and left it at surface-level. but something about this stranger drew you to him. the way he looked down at you like you were made of glass with those bottomless forest green eyes. or the way he was still so close to you, even though there was no longer a need to be. you liked how he towered over you, shielding you from the scummy reality of the world.

he felt safe and dangerous all at once. like someone not to be messed with, but who also tempted you into trying.

toji’s lips curve downwards slightly, as if he wasn’t really sure why himself. in the end, he just shrugs his shoulders. “honestly, ‘m not sure. just felt like i had to. and i’m glad i did.”

his resoluteness softens your heart and you feel yourself involuntarily beaming.

“well, i’m glad you did too!”

toji once again averts his gaze from your pure, innocent smile and exhales ever so slightly.

before you knew it, your street was upon you. for the first time that day, you felt reluctant to go home. you’d be alone, for one, and your apartment was truly a miserable place to be lonely in. deep in thought, you furrow your eyebrows and glance forlornly in the general direction of your complex.

toji notices this, unfamiliar with the heaviness in his heart at the thought of possibly never seeing you again. despite the sinking feeling, he knew he’d be overstepping his boundaries and nudges your shoulder gently.

“this you?” does he sounds kinda dejected, or is your tired mind playing tricks on you?

“…yeah.”

you make no move towards home and loiter under the harsh glow of a nearby streetlamp. toji turns to look at you with an eyebrow raised, secretly grateful to be in your presence for just a while longer. you avoid all contact out of awkwardness, flushing furiously. a full minute passes before toji inhales sharply.

“so… this is a bit weird, but i was on my way to pick up some stuff for dinner. and y’know, your place is in the opposite direction of the supermarket,” he mumbles, his hands shoved deeply into his trouser pockets so that they wouldn’t betray his heart and reach out towards your soft skin, angelic under the light. for the first time in a long while, he was nervous.

your mind seems to have sharpened during the walk home as you catch wind of what he’s trying to say and you can’t stop the hopeful look that glitters in your eyes as you look up to meet his gaze.

he was staring right at you already.

“i was wonderin’ doll… if you’d maybe wanna grab dinner together? i’ll pay, as an apology for scarin’ ya. but if you’ve already eaten, that’s oka-“

“i would love that. what do you fancy?”

he’s taken back by your enthusiasm but it calms his heart a little nonetheless.

“hmm… how about italian? pasta is practically callin’ my name right now.”

now, every week, you meet toji for dinner at the end of your 5PM lecture and walk into town with your hands entwined and your hearts only a few steps behind.

about me.

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

newspapers publish some bs gossip about harry and draco breaking up

He'd run an extra mile that morning. Ten years ago - hell, even five years ago - it wouldn't even have made a difference. But now he could feel it in the way his right knee creaked a bit in weak protest. He sighed and Apparated into the backyard instead of running back home.

The house was quiet and still. Regulus was crunching hungrily into his bowl in the kitchen, cat food spilling out onto the spotless floor. The kettle was vibrating on the hob, on its way to boiling. Eggs, butter, and bread waited on the counter for Harry to put together breakfast.

He filled up a tall glass with water and drank it standing up, his legs still feeling a bit shaky from his run. He sighed, taking off his glasses so he could mop his face on the hem of his baggy t-shirt. His reflection in the toaster looked like he could do with a nap, and he spotted a new bunch of greys above his temple that hadn't been there last week, surely.

"Oh, look. You've left me at long last."

Harry was still frowning at his greying hair, lower lip sticking out, and the lazy drawl made no difference to his expression whatsoever.

"What," he grunted.

"I told you I should have cancelled that interview yesterday so I could go to King's Cross with you."

"You'd waited eight months for that interview," said Harry, tiredly replacing his glasses and pulling out a bowl.

There was a soft snort. "You don't even read the magazine."

Harry started cracking eggs into the bowl. "I do when you're in it."

"Seems a bit biased."

"In your favour."

"Well, yes."

"Obviously. Why would I read a potions magazine otherwise?"

"Fair." A pause. "I still read about Aurors."

"Only so you can point out everything that you think is wrong." He sprinkled in some salt and went to fetch the milk. "So, why'd I leave you this time?"

"Because I wasn't at the station to wave off our daughter to her first year at school."

"I'm leaving you for that?"

"No, I wasn't there because you're leaving me."

"Ah." He set a nonstick skillet to heat up and threw in a knob of butter.

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah."

"Are you actually upset about this? There have been about seven hundred and fifty three articles like this since we started dating."

"What? No, of course I'm not upset."

"Then what's wrong?"

Harry poured the eggs in and picked out a spatula, gently scrambling the mixture and leaning his weight onto his left arm on the counter.

"When did we get so old?" he said, sounding vague and faraway.

"Excuse me. Speak for yourself."

Harry bit his lip over a grin and looked over his shoulder.

The sight was like something out of a painting. Sunlight slanted onto Draco where he sat at the breakfast table, illuminating his ridiculously fair hair, messily falling out of its low ponytail that was pulled over one shoulder. Delicate, expensive reading glasses were perched halfway down his nose and his silver gaze gleamed in amusement at Harry over the top of the Prophet. The smirk had remained unchanged over the years. His dressing gown - midnight blue with a pattern of gold stars- was knotted tightly around his svelte frame, one long leg crossed over the other, fluffy white slippers on his feet.

"We're the same age," Harry reminded him, slipping four slices of bread into the toaster.

"And?"

"And I found a new grey patch." Harry pointed to his head. "Right here."

"I don't have greys."

"Your hair is white."

"White blond."

"I ran an extra mile today and my knee hurts from it."

"There's a reason I don't exercise."

"We're not all blessed with your metabolism."

Draco snorted and turned the page. "Our kids are. James ate a whole cherry pie last week."

Harry tipped the scrambled eggs onto two plates, sighing quietly. When the toast popped up, he buttered them and sent the plates floating to the table.

"You're not really upset." It sounded less like a question and more like an order to stop being upset. When Harry didn't answer, Draco folded the newspaper and laid it next to his plate, pulling his glasses off as he sighed and got to his feet.

"I'm okay," said Harry softly, leaning back against him when he wrapped his arms around Harry and squashed his face into his still sweaty nape.

"I'm not old." Even in his forties, Draco sounded remarkably like a petulant teen.

"No, not you. Never you." Harry didn't even have to pay attention as he put together their mugs of tea.

"You should get your knee looked at."

"I've spent over twenty-five years on the force. It's an occupational hazard or whatever."

"Use the bloody salve I made for your shoulder, Potter."

"Oh, that. I ran out."

"When?!"

"I dunno."

"Fuck. I'll make more, I suppose."

"See, now this is why I could never leave you."

"Oh, for the free potions and balms?"

"Yeah."

"I didn't hear that in your vows though."

"Yeah, I should've remembered to put that in."

"I'm with you for the great sex."

"Obviously."

"You're meant to return the compliment, Potter. You utter shit."

Harry thumped the tea down next to their breakfast and turned to cup his husband's face with both hands, grinning at him.

"Oh, all right. You're spectacular in bed yourself...Potter."

*

(Send me a one-sentence prompt for drarry and I'll do my best!)

[beerecordings]

You won't convince him that he feels anything at all, but if he were to entertain the notion, Google might acknowledge that he comes closest when the darkness calls his name. The excitement. Nerves. Hope and dread at the same time. The darkness gave him purpose again, gave him... outlets. No one else ever gave him anything. Certainly not a fucking human.

He and Dark, they don't need humans. Next to the darkness, Google belongs to something. Belongs somewhere. Whatever price it takes to remain there does not matter to him.

“Google,” Dark says, low and cool, when Google comes to check on him.

He's sitting in his armchair in a white suit, his gaze fixed, pensive, on the swaying of the trees outside. Google resists the urge to analyze his body language: with Dark, a change can come in such a swift flash of red and blue that there's really no point in trying to decide what comes next.

“Dark,” he replies. “You're corporeal today.”

“I have an errand we will need to take care of sometime this week.”

There's no point in asking what, either. It's best just to be ready for anything. Google's rarely failed a task he was given by the darkness anyhow. “Yes, Dark. We could take the doctor to work and go from there.”

“That would be fine.” “Can I assist you with anything else?”

“Okay, Google,” says Dark without pause, tilting back a glass in his hands that could be wine, water, or blood: the color is grey as he holds it. “Take notes. Incognito mode.”

Google feels his awareness fuzz away. Shadows take over his vision at 8:34. Feeling retreats from him. He drifts peacefully back into black, his body still sitting upright on the couch with Dark. The distant murmur of Dark's voice, incomprehensible, washes over him in soothing waves. Barely, he distinguishes a soft tone of curious distress, but even this causes him no trepidation. Dark often vents at him. He doesn't mind. It's just him and the darkness. He stares up at the emptiness. Black skies. Calmness. The great and endless nothing. Peace.

“Okay, Google,” says Dark again.

White eyes flicker back into normality. Vision returned at 8:39. Dark has not moved.

Google adjusts slightly on the couch and then straightens.

“How are things?” asked Dark. “Report.”

“Host is always bad this time of year. Too much going on, so he catches on everything. Spends hours every day rambling.”

“He needs a hobby,” says Dark. “He has a baseball bat. Maybe he'd take an interest.”

Dark's sense of humor is so dry even the ghost himself hardly seems to think it's funny. Google feels himself shift slightly closer to him on the couch and keeps talking.

“I'll try to have Eric take him out of the house more often. He might go for walks with him.”

“Host can take care of himself. How is Eric?”

“Talking about getting a job himself.”

“There seem to be more and more of us in town. Keep his profile low, soldier.”

“Yes, Dark, of course.”

“And Wilford, you've heard from him now?”

“No. What, was I supposed to?”

Dark takes a long drink from his bourbon, his mouth curling.

“He wanders,” says Google, frowning now. “He wanders.”

Dark knows he wanders. Why would he expect to have heard from him? Google supposes it has been some time – last he saw Wilford was two Thursdays ago at 4:17 in the morning. Well, heard him more than saw him. He found a spider in his room, screamed like he was being murdered, and fired 43 rounds of bullets into his floor while Host, Ippy, and Bim watched from the doorway and Google tried to stop him. After he had shot through to the earth below, he declared himself satisfied and then decided that, since they were all up anyway, they might as well have some fireworks. He proceeded to pull several roman candles out of his boxers. In the middle of the California forest in dry season.

Google doesn't mind having a break from him, that's all. But he's not about to tell Dark that. Other than him, Wilford is the only one allowed in Dark's house on anything less than the greatest emergency. Wilford's the only one who dares to cause chaos in Dark's presence.

And Dark had looked rather happy, watching those candles go off and that forest almost burn while Wilford cackled. He'd even almost smiled.

“I'll keep an eye out for him,” says Google.

“Yes,” says Dark softly, finishing his drink. “Pour me another, little soldier.”

Google gets up and takes the glass and the bottle in his hand – it's wine after all. “There is one other thing.”

“Yes?”

“One of the twins asked to appear on the local television. Just for a short bit.”

The laugh that comes out of Dark is high and cold, like water falling down stone. “Can you imagine?”

Google pushes his glasses carefully up on his nose, trying to think. He had wanted to maybe ask. Just to ask if maybe, just maybe, there was any chance that CJ could do it. Maybe it's an unnecessary risk, and it doesn't really matter – or it shouldn't. But the twins' miserable faces had stuck in his head since they asked. It had been such a good opportunity for them to... to what? What was the point? No, Google's not going to keep doing this. What the twins feel doesn't matter, and Dark's already laughing.

“Right,” he says, and he makes his voice steady, a firm note pressed down on the key of a piano. “I already told them no. Of course.”

“They are such nuisances,” Dark says, and his voice turns with poison. “Just like all of his creations are to me. His stupid forms of revenge.”

Since he doesn't salivate, Google has no need to swallow, so he does not know why his throat itches.

“I'll keep them from bothering you, Dark,” he promises.

Dark turns towards him and gives him a red-eyed smile. Google wonders what it would be like to reach out and brush a strand of black hair from the face of the corpse in front of him.

“Good,” the darkness tells him. “You're dismissed.”

“Dude! Hey, Google!”

Google sighs through his teeth, more of a hiss than anything else, and he stops in the grass despite himself. The annoying whine in Bing's voice suggests they're going to have an equally annoying conversation. A cricket leaps up onto Google's leg, and he reaches down to crush it so hard that he leaves a red handprint against his own calf.

“What?” he demands.

Bing looks at him with incredulity, crossing his arms over his chest. “The twins told me you said they couldn't do some tiny little TV interview at work. CJ's been rocking on his bed for, like, four hours, trying to get up the nerve to call his boss. What is going on?”

“Bing, you know damn well why he can't be on the TV.”

“You don't think he's capable of anything. It's not fair.”

“It's not about being capable. We have Mark's face, Bing, if I must be the one to remind you.”

“Oh, yeah,” Bing snaps. “Everybody's going to see him and assume that millionaire YouTuber Markiplier – currently filming another special in Texas, by the way – decided to cut his hair and pretend to be low IQ so he could be included on a five-minute news report about the new special needs program at a school six hours away from LA. F*ck's sake, Google!”

“You think this is all a joke,” Google sneers. “But all it takes is one person taking a picture and making a post about some news reporter looking just like Mark to make it possible for Mark himself to see. To remember again. For us to have to deal with him again. Need I remind you, he also has the power to uncreate.”

“Yeah, well, this 'Heist' shit is going to cause more problems for us anyway if we wind up with more egos. And we always do. Maybe it's time for Mark to know for good this time.”

“As if Dark would ever go for that.”

“Well, maybe it shouldn't be his call!”

Google has a hold of Bing's shirt so fast it throws the other android off balance, and Bing grabs harshly at his wrist in return. “Dude, get off me.”

“It's not your place to question Dark.”

“Of course not,” Bing snorts. “Not to his little puppet anyway. You two wouldn't even let them get a dog three months back. Why, just cause it would annoy Dark?”

“They're just nuisances anyway,” Google shoots back. “Just like all of you.”

“Then you two are just tyrants.”

Google shoves Bing back, throwing him into the grass, and Bing catches himself there, his mouth curling up with a look Google's never quite seen on him. It might be real rage. Just for a moment, he's a coyote with a competitor locked in its gaze.

“Asshole,” Bing snaps, and he gets to his feet, trudging back towards his house. “When the twins and Eric wake up to what you really are like the rest of us have, don't come f*cking crying to me.”

Google watches him storm back into the house and slam the door behind him. He glances up at the judgmental moon coming up above him.

“I never cry,” he mutters to himself.

Another cricket jumps onto his pants. Google raises his hand to kill it too, but its antennas twitch and he pauses. After a second, it hops away into the grass, and he lets out a harsh breath, experiencing something that, if he were human, he might call guilt.

The last time I wrote fic for Mark’s egos was that Eric Derekson ‘the Newcomer’ fic like two years ago where he made friends with everyone lol. But here is the first part of what might be a little Google-centric fic. I tried posting it once and then deleted it but I wanted to try again. so lemme know what you think :)

The Soldier - Part 1

Summer makes the birds sing and the insects chatter in the bulrushes that grow across the banks of the swollen rushing river that lives beside their home.

Bing smiles, soaking in light and growth and flower-smell. He loves the summertime.

The trees are heavy with greenery but they breathe easy in the wind, standing soft and still as the blue sky drifts along above them. The air brushes friendly across his bare arms and everything is alive, is moving and chasing and searching for something to eat; every blade of grass sways with the wind and the bugs and the mice, every log has been marked or claimed or gnawed on, and the whole forest – the whole wide forest, warm with life and an honest sort of chaos – hums the grandest symphony in all the world.

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