#he is very tiny and we don’t see what he looked like beforehand and he is pointy

[puraiuddo]

WAIT

WAIT

WAIT

(sjabhdhsjdja fyi i've retracted this post, but it was fun while it lasted lmao)

[number1jeonginstan]

Ok, so sry to be bothering you... AGAIN😭Guess who's back with some more hard thoughts~?

But this has been on my mind all weekend

Lee Know asking if you wanted to hang out with him and the boy who r also bringin their girlfriends. He gives you the context of amusement park or arcade. You're like, I know the perfect outfit. It's a collared crop-top and a pleated skirt(idk what colors ill let you decide on that) The skirt just hugs your waist so nicely that it gets him hard. So he purposefully throws his glasses to the other side of the bed(It's against the wall), when you're not looking and asks so sweetly, "Hey, Baby? Can u get my glasses for me." And when you do what he asks he can see your cute little cotton panties and he can't help himself. He pushes you on the bed and devours you While he's fucking you, he's like, "Who were you dressing up for huh? Such a little slut with that tiny skirt. Trynna flirt with my friends?" He knows you would never but he's just too riled up

But, idk, just hard thoughts

-🥠

A/N: THIS WAS SUCH A GOOD REQUEST. I loved writing this, because Lee Know is definitely very protective, and seeing you in that short of a skirt would make him go feral…

WC: 1.9k

Minors don't interact, 18+

Pairing: bf! Lee Know x afab!Reader

Warnings: Lee Know calling reader a slut, unprotected sex, one ass slap, spitting… 

It was finally the weekend and you were excited to relax and do nothing with Minho. You were upside down on your bed, scrolling through your phone when he barged into your shared room. 

“Babe!” he yelled, running towards you, Soonie following behind him, swishing his tail. “Yeah what’s up?” you replied, rolling over onto your stomach to look at him. “Okay so, you know that new arcade that opened,” he said while sitting on the bed. 

Soonie followed suit, jumping and curling into a ball next to you. “Yeah?” you replied, unsure where he was going with this. “Well, the boys wanted to go with their girlfriends, and they invited us.”  

You just giggled along as he continued to explain. “Well, he rented out the place for us to play, so do you want to go?” He flopped onto the bed next to you, arms behind his head waiting for your response. 

“Yeah, how long do we have though, we can go get lunch beforehand.” You said, slowly getting up. “We have a couple hours, it’s only 11, and they were thinking around 5 so we can go out and watch a movie after.” 

“That works for me, let me go get ready.” You fully got up from the bed, giving Minho a kiss as you went to take a shower. 

Before you got into the bathroom he yelled at you. “Are you sure you don’t want me to join!” in a teasing voice. You stuck your head out of the bathroom sticking out your tongue to him and locking the door. 

You were only wrapped around in a towel as you got out of the shower, your body still a bit damp. You got out of the shower to meet Minho’s eyes tracing your body in the towel “Do you want to go in while the water is still hot?” you asked him. 

He put down his phone, rubbed Soonie’s chin, and walked up towards you. “You really should have taken my offer and showered with me,” he said, kissing your lips and heading to the bathroom. 

You just giggled, turning around and heading into your shared walk-in closet. You wanted to dress comfortably, but also cutely for the arcade. Thankfully, it wasn’t too cold, so you could get away with wearing just a skirt. You looked through your closet finding the new shirt you had just purchased, a mint-green collared shirt, and a pleated denim mini-skirt that worked perfectly with the shirt you chose. 

Minho was still in the shower as you began to do your makeup. Sitting at the vanity mirror in your shared bedroom, you were contemplating doing just light makeup because you guys weren’t going anywhere special. 

Minho had gotten out of the shower, towel still on his hips as you were applying your concealer. “What shirt should I wear?” he said from behind you, looking at you through the mirror. “I think a hoodie would look good, don’t you?” 

He just nodded, kissing your temple, not fully seeing the outfit you were wearing, too occupied thinking about his own. As he finished finding an outfit, he placed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, laying on the bed waiting for you. 

His back was towards the headboard, scrolling through bubble asking stays what he should eat for lunch as he finally looked up at you. You had gotten up to wet your beauty blender, what you vowed perfected your dewy makeup, which he always laughed up. His eyes roamed your body, taking in every inch. He had never seen that shirt before, or that skirt. 

The skirt hugged your torso perfectly, flaring out on your smooth thighs. The shirt on the other hand was his favorite color. He could see the outline of your bra, and he could feel himself getting hard.  You had been holding out on him, and he wanted you right there and then. He started thinking about what colored panties you were wearing under your skirt. How easy it would be to bend you over and see them. He put his plan into action. Before you came back, he threw his glasses to the other side of the room. You would be a good little girlfriend and receive it for him if he asked.

As you sat back down, he was trying to think of a way to get your attention. You had finally finished your look, applying mascara to your lashes, and you looked at him through the mirror. “Where did your glasses go?” you asked, taking note of the frames no longer being on his face. “I sneezed and now I don’t know where they are.”

“Do you want me to find them for you?” you asked, getting up from your chair and walking around in search of them. He just nodded, getting up as you bent over on the floor in hopes of finding them. They had ended up under the bed, as you bent over, trying to get them, Minho had rutted his crotch on top of yours, throat around your neck. 

He pulled you off the floor, putting your back directly against his chest, and whispered in your ear. “Who did you dress like such a slut for?” 

Before you could say anything, he threw you on the bed. You squealed in surprise, Minho was dominant, but he had never done anything like this before. “Fuck, look wearing white panties and acting all innocent while dressing like a slut.” 

“Do I need to remind you who you belong to?” Minho said, opening your mouth by pressing it together with his hands. “Take my spit like a good girl okay? Let me mark you.” 

You stuck out your tongue, waiting for him to put his fingers in your mouth, but instead, he spit into it. The string of saliva still being there as he told you to close your mouth. “Stop gaping at me like a fish, and swallow.” 

You just nodded, closing your mouth and swallowing his saliva. “Good kitten, now turn around I wanna see your pussy.” 

You did as he asked, turning around, your ass facing out as your face was slightly faced into the bed. He could already see a wet spot on your panties, “What a whore, already wet from me just spitting in your mouth. Maybe I shouldn’t even prep you?” 

You just whined at his words, begging for any sort of stimulation, and began humping the air slightly. “Fuck, can’t even wait for sir to make you feel good. Maybe I should just get off by myself?” 

“No please, will be good, will be good for you Sir.” you pleaded, you needed him. “Then be a good girl, and listen at once.” 

He smacked your ass, eliciting a moan from your lips. “Fuck, gonna eat this pussy like it’s my last meal.”

He kissed your thighs, slowly going up to your covered pussy, kissing the fabric. He slowly took the fabric off of you, letting out a sigh of contentment when he saw how wet you were for him. “Sir please” you moaned, feeling the cool air coming in contact with your bare cunt. 

“Shut up or else” he groaned into your cunt, wanting to enjoy the moment. You quickly became quiet, covering your mouth with your hand as he began to lick a stripe in between your folds. He flipped you around, wanting to be face-to-face with your cunt. 

You began to try and take off your skirt, but he slapped your hand away. “Wanna fuck you while you are wearing this skirt. Want to make you cum in this so it reminds you of who owns you whenever you wear it.” 

You just nod your head, placing your hands on your face as he begins to suck on your clit. Licking it and sucking on it as he began to slip one of his veiny fingers into your cunt. “Fuck baby, taste so good, only for me right?” 

You moaned as he began to thrust his finger inside of you, still sucking on your clit. “Take off your shirt and your bra, I want you to play with your tits.” 

You did as he asked as he still ate you out, barely able to comprehend anything as you felt the fabric of your bra shifting off your nipples. He looked up from your cunt, your juices splayed against his chin as he leaned in to kiss you. 

You could taste yourself on him, moaning as one of his fingers came to pinch your nipple. “Be a good girl and play with them for me okay?” He said kissing your lips another time. You nodded, bringing your fingers to them, as he began to take off his shirt. You could feel his cock rub against your thigh as he was doing so. 

It was getting to be a bit much, you were soaked and you needed him inside of you. You pawed at his pants, trying to get them off faster. “Fuck baby, that’s why you wore this skirt, because you want my cock that bad?” 

You nodded, “Can I please have your cock sir?” you begged. He obliged, reaching over to get a condom, but you stopped him. “Want you in me raw today” and he groaned out loud. “Fuck baby, want to wake around with my cum? Want everyone to know you belong to me?” 

You nodded, “want everyone to know that I’m your Sir.” 

“So my baby isn’t a slut for my friends, she’s just a slut for my cock,” he said, kissing your lips again. 

He began aligning his cock with your cunt, slapping your clit a few times with his tip, trying to get you to squirm underneath him. “Please sir, I need it” you moaned, wrapping your legs around him trying to get him to put it in already.

He finally obliged, slowly putting his cock into you, inch by inch. “Fuck kitten, you are so tight, I need to fuck this cunt more often then? Get you nice and stretched out for me so I can use you anytime.” 

“Yes sir, please fuck me anytime, where ever you want, will be good for you.” 

He fucked into you like a madman as soon as you said that, his cock disappearing under your skirt and into your tight pussy was all he needed. “Fuck baby, this cunt is squeezing me so tight.” 

He could feel your cunt squeeze around him, fluttering, so he brought down his hand rubbing your clit as he sped up his place a bit. “Are you close kitten?” 

“Yes sir, need your cum, please need it in me.” Your pussy was convulsing around him and you could feel yourself reaching your peak, especially because he was hitting the spongey spot inside you. “Fuck kitten, cum for sir, cum on my cock.” 

That was all you needed to cum around him, moaning his name over and over again. That was all Minho needed to cum inside you. 

He slowly pulled out, watching your pussy dribble out the mixture of both your cum onto your skirt, ruining it. 

“Fuck baby, sorry if that was too much,” he said, trying to fix your hair a bit. You just giggled, falling back into his arms. “At least this time we won’t be too late” you giggled into his ear. He just laughed, you still in his arms, 

[cuubism]

Made in an Instant (2/5)

part 3 of Wish. Chapter 2: Dream's eldritch baby shower

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Later on, Lucienne and Matthew put together a baby shower for Dream in the Dreaming. It’s very sweet. Hob invites Death, though by the time he does she seems to already know, he’s not sure how. Death brings Desire, Despair, and Delirium along with her, which Hob is a bit dubious about, but he can’t exactly tell Death what to do. Even Dream’s remade version of the Corinthian shows up, which Hob is even more dubious about.

They all meet in Fiddler’s Green, ostensibly to surprise Dream, though Hob tips him off beforehand because Dream doesn’t actually like being surprised very much. “Just pretend you weren’t expecting it,” Hob tells him. When they arrive, Dream doesn’t do a very good job of pretending, though he does seem touched. Lucienne catches Hob’s eye and gives him a little smile, and he realizes she was probably counting on him to do just that.

They set up on the grass under one of Fiddler’s Green’s large shade trees. For some unfathomable reason, the Corinthian is the one who brings cake. Hob doesn’t know who allowed him to be in charge of that.

Corinthian sets the cake on a picnic blanket. It looks extremely normal, which is only more unnerving.

“That doesn’t have eyes in it, does it?” Matthew asks skeptically from where he’s perched on Hob’s shoulder—presumably positioned there to keep Hob between himself and the Corinthian. Thanks for that, buddy.

“So what if it does?” says Corinthian. “It’s important for the baby to develop proper bloodlust.”

Seemingly unperturbed, Dream takes a slice and starts eating it with a tiny fork. Under the vanilla frosting, the cake is pure red. Hob hopes it’s just red velvet.

He’s too unnerved to eat any of it himself.

Despite the possibly cannibalistic cake, Hob is briefly hopeful that it might be a nice event. No one’s tried to kill each other in the first five minutes, so that’s a plus. Maybe things will actually be normal.

Then Desire sits down in the circle.

“Why are you here,” Dream says with open hostility, and Hob mentally braces himself.

Desire just grins at Dream toothily. “She takes after me,” they declare. “I can tell already. We may be enemies, dear brother, but I hold nothing but fondness for my little nibling. I will be Auntie and you cannot stop me.”

“Auntie?” repeats Dream with derision, but Desire does not seem put off.

“Indeed. I do believe we will be the best of friends.”

“Your influence can only be negative,” says Dream.

Desire waves a hand. “We all need negative influences in our lives. And you speak as if your influence will be any better.”

Dream’s mouth pops open in outrage, but Desire thrusts a gift into his hands. Not only did they bring a gift, Hob reflects, but it’s even wrapped. Babies make people so weird.

Dream looks at them suspiciously, then at the gift with even more suspicion, but carefully unpicks the wrapping.

Inside is a knitted baby blanket in the shape of a large red heart.

Dream stares at it while Desire grins at him. “For sweet dreams,” they say.

Hob thinks it’s meant to be at least somewhat mocking but it’s… kind of sweet, too? In Desire’s twisted way.

“Do not taunt me,” Dream says at last, glaring at Desire, and they roll their eyes.

“Can’t you accept one sincere expression of love?”

“Are you capable of sincerity?”

“Enough,” Death cuts in, and they both quiet. “I didn’t bring you to cause trouble,” she says to Desire.

“I’m not!”

Dream still looks suspicious, but when he looks down at the blanket in his hands again, Hob sees something soft flit briefly across his face. “If you are sincere,” he says, “then I thank you.”

Desire settles back, satisfied. Somehow, Hob actually believes that they genuinely want to be their child’s Auntie. He doesn’t know how that will turn out, though.

Dream sets the blanket in his lap. “Perhaps you should attend your own grandchildren before worrying about mine.”

Desire waves a hand. “Oh, we’re thick as thieves, don’t you worry. I gave Rose dating advice just the other day!”

Dream looks alarmed by that, as does Death, but before either of them can react, Delirium, who’s been bouncing in her seat, jumps forward and hands Dream her gift. “Open it! Open it open it!”

Her gift is not so much wrapped as it is… an immaterial swirling ball of sparkles. Dream takes it, and it hovers in his hands, then explodes in a shower of light.

Inside is a mobile hung with glittery fish, to put above the crib. Only it’s not really a mobile, because the fish aren’t actually attached to any wires. They just hover in the air, swimming around each other in mesmerizing circular patterns. Hob has to admit that even to his adult eyes, it’s… pretty hypnotizing. Almost trance-inducing.

“I made it!” Delirium says.

Unlike with Desire, Dream has no cutting words for Delirium. “Thank you, little sister,” he says solemnly. He sets it before him, and the fish dart up to spiral around his head, then return to their meditative spin. “You must come to visit, and set it above her crib.”

Delirium claps her hands in delight. “Babies have such fun imaginations!” she says. “Even I can feel them.” She throws her arms around Dream in a bear hug. He tolerates it in good humor, but Hob sees his tiny smile over her shoulder.

Everyone else has brought gifts for Dream too. He seems nervous about it, not being used to receiving nice things. Hob urges Lucienne to go next as he knows she’ll have been sensible about it—God only knows what Corinthian’s picked out. Hopefully just the bloody cake.

Lucienne gives Dream a newborn-sized onesie that says future librarian. Dream raises an eyebrow. “Claiming my daughter as your apprentice already?”

She smiles. “More an offer of babysitting.”

Lucienne is one of the few people in Dream’s vicinity that Hob thinks is actually capable of taking care of an infant. Everybody else in the Dreaming… he’s really not so sure.

“I thank you, Lucienne,” Dream says, and clasps her hands with a small, but warm smile.

Then Despair, who’s been keeping to herself so far, passes Dream a small package wrapped in newspaper. Inside is what seems to be a plastic teething toy shaped like her hook-and-ring sigil—though with the sharp hook suitably blunted.

Hob’s immediate first thought is will the baby even have teeth, which is insane and makes him wonder how prepared he actually is for any of this. But before he can ponder it more, Despair says, “When she is hurting, I can ease it.”

Hob’s been a bit leery of letting Despair near the baby to begin with. But from what Dream has said in the past, when she isn’t being pulled into her twin’s schemes Despair can be the kindest of the Endless. Hob is still wary of that form of kindness, especially when it comes to Dream himself. But he thinks perhaps he can see what Dream means.

Matthew gives Dream the book Quantum Physics for Babies, which he seems to have procured from a Waking world bookstore despite there most definitely being a copy in the Dreaming library somewhere. “Listen,” he says, “I gotta give the kid a better start in life than I had. Speaking of which, should we set up a college fund?”

“Hob can afford higher education,” Dream says placidly.

“Great,” Hob complains, “just put all the childcare costs on me, then.”

“S’what you get for knocking up a guy who’s got no money,” Matthew says, then immediately croaks in regret for having said that out loud, hopping several feet away from Dream.

Dream just gives him a look but doesn’t comment. It’s not like Matthew’s wrong, after all.

Fiddler’s Green crafts a flower crown of budding blossoms, and floats it down onto Dream’s head, which makes him smile faintly, touching the soft petals. Corinthian gives him a stuffed toy cat with a baby-sized knife stashed in the belly; apparently, it can be eviscerated endless times and will just repair itself. Hob had been expecting body parts so he can’t complain, really. An indestructible toy might actually come in handy.

Death doesn’t have a physical gift for Dream. Instead she leans in close to his side and whispers something in his ear. When she finishes speaking, Dream is close to tears. And Hob thinks he knows what she’s said.

It’s something he hadn’t even considered. Dream had said the baby wasn’t Endless, but Hob had still been assuming she was like, kind of Endless, some sort of ethereal nonhuman creature. To think he was wrong makes his stomach drop; he nearly grasps onto Dream’s arm for balance before the past few seconds catch up to him and he remembers what Death said. Presumably said. Christ, not even born and the baby’s already giving him a heart attack.

“I thank you, my sister,” Dream says, with more than his usual solemnity, clearly—to Hob’s eyes anyway—blinking those burgeoning tears back. Hob finds his hand and squeezes it, close to tears himself.

“You know I just want you to be happy, Dream,” Death says, cheery despite the heavy topic. Not so heavy for her, though, Hob supposes.

“I do.” Dream almost seems to believe it.

Then, Death hands him a package wrapped in brown paper. Dream reads the label, frowning. Then just stares at it, for at least a full minute.

“Dream?” Hob asks tentatively.

Dream picks open the wrapping on the package and opens the box. He lifts out a child’s art kit, finger paints and crayons and so on. He doesn’t say anything.

Desire looks pale. “Is that from—?”

“Brother!” Delirium squeals, and snatches not the gift itself, but the wrapping from Dream’s hands. She turns it over, lifts it above her head to look at the underside, tilting her head and frowning. “No address.”

“Where did you get this?” Dream demands of Death.

“It was left on the doorstep, so to speak,” Death says, then doesn’t elaborate further.

Hob almost doesn’t want to ask, given their reactions, but he’s dying with curiosity. “Who is it from, then?”

“Our brother,” Dream says. It might as well be a sentence to death for the way he intones it.

Oh. Hob has heard about this. Or at least, he’s heard Dream say there are seven Endless and then only talk about six. He’s heard the space around that name.

“He’s not coming, though,” says Despair, twisting the lank strands of her hair between her fingers.

“I don’t think so,” says Death.

“Why would he do this?” Desire demands. “If you’re gonna stay away then just stay away.”

“But family,” says Delirium. She’s still holding the crumpled gift wrapping in despondent hands.

Desire snorts. “What family?”

“I’m sure he has his reasons,” Death says, defusing the argument. “Whatever they may be, he clearly wants to show he cares. I think we should leave it at that.”

Neither Desire nor Delirium look like they want to ‘leave it at that,’ but Delirium only fidgets nervously and Desire huffs, rolling their eyes, when Death casts them a look, but ultimately stays quiet. Meanwhile Dream has set the art kit down on the grass before him and is studying it, brow pinched. Hob rests a hand on his lower back.

“We will not solve the matter now,” Dream finally says.

The art kit vanishes, whisked away by dream sand to Dream’s chambers, or possibly deposited somewhere in Hob’s flat, it’s hard to be certain. Hob’s unsure whether it will make another appearance. Dream doesn’t seem like he’s quite ready to deal with that yet, and knowing him, their daughter will be as old as Hob before he is.

Gradually, the tension dissipates. Delirium folds the wrapping paper into a flower and tucks it behind her ear. Desire pulls the entire rest of the cake towards themself and starts picking at the frosting with their fingers. Despair joins in soon after.

Lucienne gathers herself and tries to rally them all. “Any other gifts?” she says.

“Hob’s gift! Hob’s gift!” Delirium chants.

Indeed, Hob is the only one left who hasn’t gone. Before he can even speak, Desire smiles slyly. “Hob doesn’t need a gift. He already gave Dream his sperm.”

“Desire!” Dream and Death say simultaneously.

“Wrow,” drawls Corinthian. “Let’s hear more about that.”

“Let’s not.” Lucienne glares at Corinthian. How she survives this on a daily basis, Hob really doesn’t know.

“Let’s not,” he agrees, and Corinthian grins at him with all three of his mouths. Hob shudders, but ignores the nightmare in favor of pulling a gift box from the fabric of the Dreaming.

He’s gotten better at manipulating the Dreaming. He’s pretty sure he even managed to hide his gift from Dream despite it being in the Dreaming the whole time and made of dream stuff.

Indeed, Dream takes the box, eyes widening in surprise as touch reveals its origins. He opens it and takes out a small rectangle, somewhat akin to a mobile phone in appearance. He tilts his head, studying it. Hob taps it, and the screen lights up, showing a camera view of the spare room in Hob’s flat they’d converted into a nursery.

“It’s a baby monitor,” he explains. “Has sound, too.”

Hob knows plenty well that, while he might be able to convince Dream to take some time off after the baby is born, Dream isn’t going to be able to just be with them all the time, even if he wants to. His job is too all-encompassing and too important. And Dream won’t complain about it, because he never does, but he will be sad about it, and he will worry about his baby when he’s not there. Hob just knows it.

Hence, the dream baby monitor that’s connected to the Waking world. Dream can, of course, look in on Hob via dreams if he needs to, or send Matthew to the Waking to be his eyes from afar, but he’s not omniscient, he can’t just know what’s going on in their flat. Except now he can.

“Getting it to connect to the one in my flat was the tricky bit, but I think I’ve managed it,” he says, and Dream turns to look at him.

“You made this?” he says.

Hob scratches the back of his neck. “Well, the Dreaming was inclined to help, I think.”

Lucienne is smiling. Death, too. Dream just keeps staring at him, perplexed, or surprised, Hob’s not sure.

He nudges Dream in the side. “I wanted you to be able to see her.”

“To see her,” Dream echoes. He looks again at the screen of the baby monitor. Touches the dream-glass with a light fingertip. His eyes shine, but he doesn’t cry—he never does in front of his subjects, and rarely does even in front of Hob. Hob rubs his back.

“Thank you,” Dream finally says, quietly, and tucks the baby monitor carefully into the inner infinity of his coat. “You have become quite adept at dreaming, it seems.”

Then he lifts Hob’s hand to his mouth and kisses his palm.

Delirium makes a squealing, cooing sound. So does Corinthian, but mockingly. Hob’s pretty sure he hears Desire gag.

But as usual, he only has eyes for Dream, and cradles his cheek in his palm, thumbing over the corner of his mouth. Dream’s eyes hold promises for later that needn’t be spoken in present company. But above all is the love there, the devotion, the promise that is the two of them. 

“Can we please open the wine now?” Desire begs, and the tension is broken, but Hob catches Dream’s gaze intermittently throughout the rest of the afternoon, and he knows what he sees there, subtle though it is. It’s happiness.

“He loved it,” Hob tells Lucienne later, when the group’s mostly dispersed.

She smiles, quietly pleased. “I know.”

[poppitron360]

I’d like to dive deeper into my thoughts on Caleo, bc they have been taking up most of my brainpower rn:

I get where Rick was going with it. I really do. They started off hating each other, Calypso thinking Leo was really annoying and just generally being like “why is this tiny human talking to me?”, but then they grew closer, realised they misunderstood each other, and bonded over common ground. It’s sweet. But the thing is, Rick? You’ve already got a character that did all that with Leo in the previous book!

And his name is Frank.

1. You’ve already set up that dynamic! Why not spend more time focusing on fleshing out that existing arc instead of creating a new one?

2. There’s SO MUCH more potential with angst- Frank being afraid of Leo bc of his fire, Leo being afraid of Frank because he’s twice his size and could easily crush his tiny body under his foot. Leo’s had to learn to survive on his brains and quick-wits in order to protect himself from bullies, and instantly gets defensive when he sees Frank. Frank is very insecure and sensitive, so immediately falls victim to Leo’s jokes. It takes a while for both of them to take those walls down, put aside their differences, and learn to trust each other.

3. It’s just hilarious how got-off-on-the-wrong-foot they were. A reminder that when Frank first met Leo, Leo had just destroyed half of New Rome. They both immediately judged each other completely based on looks- like it’s seriously funny how much you could compare these two to “Pride and Prejudice”. Also, the awkward misunderstanding that was the whole Sammy thing-

4. But they also have a lot more in common that Leo and Calypso ever did- similar trauma with losing their moms, and actually Leo is just as afraid of fire as Frank is. Both are incredibly insecure, and they both feel like they don’t belong among the other Seven.

5. You’ve also got that fun opposites-attract thing- Frank is big and muscular, Leo is built like a twig. Frank is big soft pookie bear, Leo is an absolute menace to society. Frank can turn into animals, Leo is a machines guy. Frank is Roman, Leo is Greek. You get the idea. They were written to juxtapose each other beautifully. They are the Yin to each other’s Yang.

6. They get so much more time together to establish a meaningful relationship. Their arc carries over three books, and we get to form connections as a reader to BOTH Leo AND Frank separately beforehand, so the payoff is a lot more satisfying. It takes time for them to open up to each other, and when they do it feels like they earned it. Calypso and Leo got a couple of chapters, that’s it.

It doesn’t have to be romantic! Leo can heal his trauma with friends and found family, learning to love and accept himself, learning that he doesn’t actually need the attention of a hot girl to be valid. He can find his place among his brethren with the help of all his friends, even Frank- the most unlikely of friends.

I wish Rick had put more effort into fleshing out the platonic relationships instead of just conforming to romance-centric ideals of “love fixes everything!” It’s lazy, and boring, and has been done to death. Platonic friendships make up 95% of our relationships, yet they are SERIOUSLY underrepresented in media. I’m calling for more interesting platonic dynamics. Leo and Frank could’ve been so much more, if Rick had actually taken the time to build on their relationship, and focused less on “Leo Needs a Girlfriend”!

So, when I say “Everything Caleo did, Valzhang could do better”- THAT is what I meant.

Also, Jason is so much better for Leo than Calypso, but that’s a whole other post.

[Edit: And I have made that post! You can find it here]

[kiwi2229]

Pair of gloves

(James Potter / Regulus Black | 683 words)

For @jegulus-microfic prompt: Snow

Regulus closes the book and sights at the sound of his phone ringing. He picks up the phone and hesitates at the name James Potter on the display. James for some reason Regulus was still suspicious about started to spend time with him. He calls him just to talk or texts him random thoughts over the day. Regulus is not sure why. Don’t get him wrong, he likes the boy and the attention he is receiving. He just doesn’t understand why James even bothers with him.

“Yes?” Regulus says as he picks up the call.

“Well hello to you too, Reg,” James answers and Regulus can hear the amusement in his voice. “Are you home?”

Regulus narrows his eyes before answering. “Why?”

James laughs. “That means yes, great! I will pick you up in 10 minutes meet me downstairs.”

Regulus throws up his free hand in the air. Where the good manners of announcing your visit a few days beforehand went. He looks outside and yes, it’s still snowing. The white blanket lies heavily on the ground. “No. It’s cold.”

“So dressed up. Don’t forget your scarf, I know you have one. And gloves, Reg.”

“I’m not going outside, James.”

“You have 8 minutes.” James singsongs and Regulus can hear how the snow crunches under his shoes.

“I’m gonna leave you there standing.” Regulus resorts knowing already that it’s an empty threat. James apparently knows it too.

“Don’t forget the gloves. See ya.” And hangs the phone. Regulus stares at the phone and then looks outside and back at the phone. Unbelievable. He thinks and gets up intentionally omitting the gloves just out of pure spite.

Fifteen minutes later Regulus opens the door to see James waiting for him. He is dressed in a warm jacket and a red scarf around his neck. He is not wearing a hat, so the white snowflakes catch in his dark curls decorating it. Regulus refuses to acknowledge how cute it is. “James.” He greats.

“Reggie, how are you today?” Regulus can see the excitement shining from the boy.

“Cold. Why are we outside, when it’s snowing?” Regulus asks still hidden under the tiny roof over the door. James looks at him as if Regulus have just asked the most stupid question.

“Because it’s snowing? It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Come one, let’s go.” James says and takes a few steps back carefully watching if Regulus follows. When he isn’t he stops again smiling widely like he is enjoying this game too much for Regulus’ liking.

“Where are we going?” Regulus asks. He already made his way downstairs so he will be going, but he would appreciate knowing the plan, thank you very much.

“We are building a snowman!”

“We are not children anymore.” James takes a few steps back standing right in front of him.

“Oh, Reggie. And who said you have to be a child for us to build a snowman? I love it. And Sirius told me you never did it much as children because of your parents, so we are making up for it! Will you please do me the greatest honour and stop stalling?”

Regulus tries very much not to blush at the intensity James is giving him puppy eyes. He is a weak man and scoffs at the fact his legs move against his wishes. He briefly wonders what James would have to ask for Regulus to truly say no. He looks down at his bare hands and regrets not bringing the gloves. He starts to open his mouth to suggest he will just stand there and watch while James builds his desired snowman when James laughs.

“Oh, don’t even try that. I’m having no excuses today.” He buries his arm into his bag and hands Regulus another pair of gloves. “I brought spare ones because I know you are stubborn.” James leans closer, his shoulders bumping against each other and mock whispers. “I have you figured out, Reggie. There is no escaping now, you’re mine.” Regulus fastens his steps in an effort to hide how his breath hitch up at that.

[bluedillylee]

The number one thing about season 2 I didn’t like was how Geralt’s story line felt very static. We got little nuggets to extrapolate from but we never got to see Geralt really struggle with anything. And there was plenty going on this season with Geralt too but somehow the emotions never hit for me

1. Law of Surprise Fatherhood aka fuck how do i raise a traumatized teenager with magic powers

2. Yennefer is dead and I’ll never to see her again -devastating

3. Eskel is dead and I helped kill him.

4. Vesemir tried to mutate my child and could have killed her

5. Roach dies :(

6. I miss Jaskier but I don’t know how to fix things with him (a tiny nod towards their friendship would’ve been great)

7. Yennefer is alive! but also she’s kidnapped Ciri

Each one of these should have hit hard and we should have felt how betrayed and stressed Geralt was. How much he was grieving. They did a great job with Yennefer’s story line- I was right there with her in her desperation and her fear to the point that I understood why she would take Voleth Mier’s deal. Jaskier got his Burn song and the torture with Rience for the audience to understand and empathize with his emotional state too. I needed that same thing with Geralt so I understood how he could threaten to kill Yennefer. Why he would struggle to apologize to Jaskier.

I feel like a very easy fix would’ve been to use Geralt talking to Roach as a way to show what was on Geralt’s mind and how he was dealing(or not dealing) with it. Then when Roach dies that could’ve been used to increase the tension because now the audience wouldn’t have a view into what Geralt was thinking and feeling. Then his confrontation with Yennefer after she takes Ciri could’ve been more tense. But it would only work if the audience had the look into Geralt’s emotional state beforehand.

It would also give Roach’s death more narrative meaning because it would mean that not only does she die but also the only outlet Geralt had to express his feelings would die as well.

[fishy0bishy]

Mission upcoming

AN:after a minute of bringing up Mrs.Unamed and at one drawing I did of her and Merrit fighting reunited I wrote a little something leading up to that fight (long way of saying I wrote Merrit lore.)

also all of North’s crew is here! And Gilded!

Start of something bigger.

It was a cozy evening and Lizzy was wandering about and stumbling on Merrit in her lab making and testing some Filter soil but before doing or saying anything Merrit pauses and goes “Goggles and coat before doing anything in here”. 

Lizzy rolls her eyes and puts on the gear “what did ya parents told you to do the same thing beforehand?”

  Merrit smiles and nonchalantly goes “Nope never knew them. But my grandma and my other caretaker did” 

Merrit pointing at two photos on a bulletin board. One image is of two tiny elderly women, one a ferret and the other a possum. But the other photo is blurred by a drink spill stain but Lizzy could still make out ferrets one with creme colored fur and the other brown colored.

  Lizzy blinks at the photo and turns saying “wait what? You don’t seem like a person to have as trauma as everyone else on this ship.” Merrit exclaims and shakes her head

 “Woah woah it’s not like that. I just never knew them and I don’t mind it. All I know is that they’re space riders so I assumed they were always busy” 

“But wouldn’t you see them even when you became a space rider?”

“Someone is getting curious are we? You can ask poppy when we’re at HQ”

“We’ll I’m just say-“

Before the conversation (or questioning if you will) continues North interrupts by loudly knocking on the door and yells “Mission time! Suit up we got a big boss on our hands!” 

 Both Merrit and Lizzy look at the other and they go to the halls removing their Lab gear and Merrit going to her locker to change up and Lizzy leaving with north but a time skip and the whole crew is meeting up and discussing plans. the first to speak up is Zane “i heard we have a big boss what’s that about?” North smiles and leads by excitedly going “I found a lead with the cult and I’ve tracked down a High ranking member! There’s no photos of her, not a lot of information well except that she leads supply raids from our docks and only seen a total of 2 times within 22 years that she’s appeared and apparently there’s a urban legend about her!”

 “Woah she’s pretty tough and sneaky if there isn’t anything about her!” Jaz exclaims and stares at an artist rendition of the woman. A red cloaked figure with a twisted smile and crème colored ears sticking out the hood. But North nudges Lizzy’s shoulder and asks “Hey you were a high member ever seen them. If you don’t mind answering of course.” 

“A please would work but sure-“ Lizzy looks at the photo and her ears raise up and turns back to north pointing to the photo going “you do know who you’re dealing with? I dunno if the urban legend said something but she’s crazy scary. Even I didn’t get buddy buddy with her.”

They all stare at Lizzy till Zelda breaks the silence and tells North “what’s the legend about? Can’t be that bad.” 

“Well from what I gathered from Poppy apparently this lady used to be a space rider. A very honorable one as well. And she had a husband who’s was a medic in the crew she was in but he also disappeared but myth states they had a child but I couldn’t find anything on files dealing with Rider disappearances. Except the crew Zane’s mother was in. The room immediately goes quiet and they all give each other looks but Merrit speaks up “are we even qualified? Sure we are B+ rank but this woman is maybe a S rank cultist. And remember what happened with Gilded.” 

  Jaz teases Merrit and North by saying “oh the cultists that Merrit has the doki dokis for and the one who whooped North?”

 “Jaz this is serious.. but yeah you’re right…But let’s head out crew we don’t wanna lose track of this woman” “oh changing the subject so quick boss? Sunny remarks as the meeting ends with everyone nodding their heads and the crew leaving to their bikes flying to the upcoming red filled planet.Lizzy and Sparky waving bye waiting for their return. 

Meanwhile Mrs.Unamed with a treat left by a certain kitsune (cough cough @truelazymaker )

All Ocs Belomg to the listed!:

NorthHeat(@north-heats-stronghold) Lizzy and Sunny(@novalizinpeace) Jaz(@fanofanythingsblog)

Zelda and Sparky(@fandomssvetlanafrom) Zane(@moonspiritleaf) And finally Gilded(@qxurugosk)

And this Au Belongs to @onyxonline!

[gracie7209]

Amaryllis Epilogue

Pairing: Frankie x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluffy-fluff, reflection- (of more than one sort? I’m on one today. Don’t mind me lol), happiness, loved ones, we get to meet Reader’s momma! (Her English isn’t great so we will see her and Reader speaking Spanish) tiny sliver of angst? Lemme know if I forgot anything!

Summary: Just before your lives are set to change yet again, you and Frankie each get a moment alone to reflect on how life has brought you to where you are now. Santi saves the day yet again!

A/N: Guys…… This is it! We have officially officially reached the end of this story and I’m a whole mess of emotions. The has been such a labor of love and learning for me. It’s my very first fic and also the very first piece of writing I have ever shared with anyone. As previously mentioned, I have several new WIPs and I cannot WAIT to get to work on them! For everyone who has commented, liked, reblogged, asked questions or shown even the tiniest bit of love for my little story, I just want to thank you with everything I have. I have wanted to write since I was little, but could never put pen to paper until I forced myself to write a little 100 word Drabble, which literally turned into this series. The Pedro fandom alone has literally changed my life in so many ways and I will forever be grateful. So anyways....... Thank you all so much!!!!

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When he sees himself in the mirror, Frankie is all nerves.

Checking and rechecking his hair, making sure his tie isn’t crooked… worrying the little patch in his scruffy beard that refuses to fill in.

His palms are sweating and his stomach is doing flips, but he’s unbelievably HAPPY.

He never thought he would be here. Never thought he would ever want to be doing this, but you had changed his way of thinking in more ways than one.

It had always terrified him to feel as though he were tied to something. Or so he thought…

In reality, he never felt he was worth enough for someone to ever want to be tied to him. The things he had done, the horrors he’d seen? The nightmares he still endured would run off anyone who might be even the slightest bit interested. Damaged…

Valid.

He was damaged. There was no way to come out from that other side and not be. But to those who weren’t there? Ones who could never understand what he’d been through? They would only pity him and he didn’t want that.

He just wanted understanding. Wanted someone to accept him as he was, without trying to fix him.

And then there was you. You never looked at him like he was damaged. You knew about things and yet you never held anything against him. You knew the atrocities he’d seen and those he had committed, yet you never backed away from him or looked down on him.

From the beginning, Frankie felt a connection to you. He didn’t know what you’d been through at the time, but there was an understanding there - “We’re not defined by our experiences Frankie,” you’d tell him.

“We simply learn from our mistakes, grow into better people, and if we are genuine, that’s all that really matters. —You yourself told me something similar at one time, remember?”

Frankie smirks at the memory. Shaking his head, as he gets back to the task at hand.

...

He doesn’t think he can tie it any better, so he takes one final look, takes a deep breath and smiles at himself in the oversized mirror. Just a small half smile, knowing that what he was about to do was going to change his life forever….

And he was ready.

—

It doesn’t start to sink in until about ten minutes beforehand that you are actually going to marry Frankie today. You’re in the small guest room, waiting for your mother to stop fussing over you already and to let you look in the mirror. “Mija, todo tiene que ser perfecta!” (Everything has to be perfect)

“Mamà, está bien... ¿puedo mirar ahora? Ya casi es hora de irse..." (It’s ok….. can I look now? It’s almost time to go…)” There’s no malice in your tone as your mouth turns up into a silly smile that you just can’t seem to hold back.

“Ah, si mi hermosa luz, creo que estes lista. Ven agora, and a y mira.”(Ah yes my beautiful light, I believe you are ready. Come now, go ahead and look.)

You stand up and slowly walk over to the full length mirror. The look on your face doesn’t at all match the sheer joy you feel in your chest. The initial shock wears off, but the weight of the moment hits you then; You’re marrying Frankie today. This incredible man who barreled his way into your life and decided he wanted to stay.

To see yourself in your mother’s wedding gown and jewelry, knowing that Frankie was waiting for you had your eyes welling up with tears. You silently prayed they stayed put as your mother had fussed with your makeup for a small eternity and Lord help you if you messed it up. So, you forced the tears back, albeit they were happy, joyous, singing to the choir tears that would surely fall once everything was said and done. You were more certain now in this choice, in Frankie, than at any other time in your life..

You gave yourself one final look in the mirror before turning back to your mother. Grabbing her small hands in yours and kissing her forehead, you silently thanked her for everything she had done for you; today and everyday.

“Ok Mija?”

“Si Mamà, Estoy lista.” (Yes, I’m ready.)

—

The ceremony was modest, with only close family and friends in attendance, but you were blessed beyond reason.

Those in attendance included your mother, who had brought along your Aunt and your two little cousins all the way from Cuba. You hadn’t seen her in ages, and this was the first time you’d gotten the chance to meet the little ones.

Frankie’s Mom and Step-Dad had flown in from Texas along with his older sister, which had been a surprise to the both of you, having never gotten to meet them prior. They welcomed you with nothing but warmth and love. Your previous apprehension at making a good impression, falling away the moment his mother wrapped you in her arms as she introduced herself.

She also took little to no time in latching onto your and soon-to-be Frankie’s son, her Grandson. Who she happily spoiled rotten from the get go and volunteered to be in charge of during the ceremony, giving your own mother a well deserved break as she had been deemed (by herself) as the primary babysitter.

And of course, Santi, Will and Benny were front and center. They would’ve all been groomsmen if you and Frankie had decided to have a wedding party. Instead you both opted for just a simple service. Santi would still supply the rings, but aside from the preacher, it would only be you and Frankie standing at the altar.

—

It was time.

You took a deep breath in, and let it out slowly as you turned the small corner to make your way to Frankie.

As you slowly made your way down the aisle, you didn’t expect to become breathless at the sight before you.

The expectation was that, the Bride-to-be would walk in and a hush would wash itself throughout the room. All eyes on her as she made her way to alter to join her fiancé.

You were sure your anxiety would rear its ugly head at being the center of attention, and had tried to give yourself a pep talk before walking inside. However, the moment you laid eyes on Frankie, you nearly stopped in your tracks.

You realized at that moment that you had never seen Frankie wear anything remotely resembling dress attire, let alone a suit and tie.

It was always jeans and a t-shirt, jacket when necessary and work boots… always work boots. He looked good on any given day and there had never been an occasion up until that point for him to “dress up.” But, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him…

His hair was still a disheveled mess of curls that you loved to run your fingers through. Not too long, but long enough that the ends would curl behind his ears. He just wouldn’t be Frankie without them, so you were grateful he didn’t try to tame them back. He was also wearing his glasses, which he had been trying to wear more and more these days as he couldn’t stand to wear his contacts after having gone without them for so long.

His tux was your normal coat and pants, but completely white, with a black bowtie and shoes with a shine that could blind a person if they got too close. You don’t think you have ever seen someone so beautiful in your life and he was yours.

You had managed to keep your pace steady all the way to the alter, even though you had half a mind to just run and get yourself there that much faster. Your mother was waiting up front to take your bouquet and give you over to the man you truly wanted to spend your life with. She kissed your cheek before turning to Frankie and offering him your hand. As he took it she wrapped both yours and Frankie’s hands in hers, saying she loved you both and giving a firm squeeze before letting you go and sitting back down at her seat in the front.

Frankie took both of your hands and whispered from under his messy bangs, “Are you ready?”

You couldn’t speak so you just nodded, trying not to cry before the preacher even had a chance to talk.

You tried to concentrate on the words being said, the prayer being read to the audience, but you could only focus on Frankie’s smile and his thumbs rubbing reassuring circles into your hands. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, but ultimately, it didn’t matter. Frankie was sure as stone and after you both repeated your vows and placed the rings on each others’ fingers, Frankie lifted your veil, seeing your lips quirk up into a smile and he kissed you. In front of all of the people who mattered to you the most in this world.

His kiss was equal parts strong and soft with his hand coming to your cheek while the other wrapped around your waist. You didn’t dip, but he held almost all of your weight as he put his entire life into that kiss. Letting you and everyone else know that you were it for him.

—

When you both came up for air, there was nothing but big smiles and happy tears from everyone around. Benny was hooping and hollering, and even Will had his hand to his mouth letting out a piercing whistle that echoed throughout the church. Santi was clapping along with the others, with an almost forlorn expression that seamlessly slipped back into a playful smile once Benny clapped him on the shoulder, joining in with everyone else in raining congratulations on the happy couple. Frankie took your hand and raised them both entwined up toward the sky as you walked back down the aisle, side by side, as husband and wife. The both of you more than ready to begin this new chapter in your lives.

Together.

—

—

Two hours earlier -

“Rings, rings…. Uh, shit!” Santi is looking around frantically, shuffling papers and patting down his pockets, seemingly having misplaced the rings he was in charge of.

“Haha, very funny pendejo…. Now’s really not the time to be fuckin’ around…” Frankie’s voice is playful, but when he looks over at Santi, he sees the panic starting to set in.

“Fuck man, seriously? You had one job… !” Frankie is pacing now alongside Santi as they both desperately search for the missing rings.

“Wait!! Wait, oh! Shit haha, we’re good, we’re good, man. We're fine, everything's fine... I just left them on the kitchen table after I grabbed the mail this morning. I only live like ten minutes away from here, I’ll be right back!”

“Jesus Pope! I about lost my goddamn ass over here man… Shit, just go grab them and come straight back, ok?”

“Alright, alright…. You need anything else while I’m out?”

“For fucks sake Pope! Just go!”

“Yep, yep on it!” At that, Santi runs out the door, leaving Frankie to his thoughts for the moment.

He sits down on the little couch in the sitting area and puts his head in his hands. He’s nervous and he wants this day to go perfectly, but he actually starts to laugh when he thinks about the circumstances.

All of this fuss over rings, when in reality, they were just a symbol. A token to show the world that you were his person, and he was yours. And even if Pope had lost them, it honestly wouldn’t change a thing. He was marrying you today, with or without a ring, and he could hardly wait.

—

It only takes Santi about eight minutes to get to his place. Possibly breaking a few speed limits to do so, but he did not want to be the cause of something ruining this day for either of you.

He goes inside and sees the ring boxes sitting right there on the table next to the untouched pile of mail. He lets out a deep breath, muttering under his breath, "Thank you, God!" Checking inside each box, making absolutely sure he had everything before putting them safely in his jacket pocket. Picking up the stack of mail, he quickly skims through it out of habit. Finding an envelope in the mix with only his name and address handwritten on the front with no return address.

He carefully opens it, revealing a small slip of folded paper. On the inside is a jumbled set of numbers and symbols…

Ones that he recognizes instantly—

—

—

Coordinates.

Coordinates to the money stolen out of the walls of Lorea’s house before it was burned to the ground. Money that was dumped in a ravine to get rid of extra weight that made flying too dangerous. Coordinates that only he, Will, and Benny knew about. Aside from one other person.

Tom.

Tom had found the money.

—

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A/N: Whoops!

*But seriously, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all for reading. It absolutely means the world to me 🥹

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS GRAND EDITION Stellaworth Tokuten Situation CD ”Date Escapades ~ Ruki・Azusa ~

Original title: デートハプニング ~ ルキ・アズサ ~

Source: Diabolik Lovers GRAND EDITION Stellaworth Tokuten Drama CD

Audio: Ruki / Azusa

Seiyuu: Takahiro Sakurai & Kishio Daisuke

Translator’s note: Similar to the Reiji & Subaru scenarios which I uploaded last week, these tracks are fairly short but sweet. I found it rather ironic how Azusa’s scenario features him buying band-aids and new shoes for the MC after her current pair gives her blisters because I’m pretty sure there’s a scenario in his MB route where he forces Yui to wear tiny shoes because he wants to see her in pain lol. I suppose that’s what you’d call ‘character growth’? :p

RUKI’S SIDE: NURSING

*Knock knock*

You enter Ruki’s room.

“You’re finally here. We have to leave any second now. How strange for you to be tardy when you were the one who invited me along. I was just about to come to your room to call you. ...Hm? Your cheeks are flushed. Do you have a fever, perhaps?”

You insist that you’re fine. 

“No fever, huh? Then let me rephrase my question. ...What exactly were you doing in your room, staying there up until the very last second?”

You avert your gaze. 

“What’s wrong? You can’t give an answer?”

You remain quiet.

“I suppose that also answers my question. ...Come here.”

You shake your head. 

“Why are you acting so stubborn? ...Haah...If you won’t come to me, I’ll go to you instead.”

*Rustle* 

“Come on, look at me. I need to take your  temperature andーー”

You nearly fall but Ruki catches you in time.

*Rustle*

“What are you doing!? Watch out. If you’re this shaky on your legs then...”

He presses his hand against your forehead.

“Hmー Just as I thought. You’re running a rather high fever. It’d be reckless to try and head out in your current condition.“

You protest.

“You can protest all you want, but the answer is no. We aren’t going out today. You head back to your room and rest.“

You shake your head.

“Why are you so insistent on it? Ahー Now that you mention it, the Christmas lights you wanted to see so badly will be taken down after today, won’t they? ...Is that why you’re so stubborn?“

You explain. 

“Limited edition phone straps? Apparently it’ll bring happiness to couples who ue them? ...Do you actually believe that? Haah...Just think rationally for a second. What if you force yourself to head out and collapse like you nearly did just now? I doubt you will be able to enjoy the event in your current state either, so just give up on it.“

You frown. 

“...So you finally understand. I’ll escort you back to your room. There’s no way to guarantee you will actually make it back there safely after all.“

*TIMESKIP*

*Rustle rustle*

“...Ah. You’re awake?“

You ask Ruki how much time has passed.

“Hm? Two hours, I suppose?“

You don’t seem to remember much of when you got to your room.

“Yes. By the time we made it to your room, your consciousness was already fading. You were gripping onto my shirt and I could barely hold a conversation with you. Your fever seemed to be quite high, so I stayed here to keep an eye on you.“

You apologize. 

“No need to apologize. I’ve been reading that book over there while you were asleep. I do not blame you for falling ill. Nor do I mind that we aren’t able to go on our outing as a result. We can always go out another day. ...How do you feel? If you still feel illーー“

You tell him it has gotten a lot better.

“I see. Your complexion looks a lot better too. ...It’s almost time for dinner. If you have an appetite, it’d be best to try and eat something.“

*Cling*

“I made a risotto beforehand but...Do you think you’ll be able to keep it down?“

You nod.

“Mmh, I see. Haah...“

Ruki brings the spoon to your mouth.

*Cling* 

“Huh...? What’s wrong? Open your mouth. ...I am willing to feed you. It’s not that embarrassing, is it? So shut up and open up.“

You protest.

“‘But’...? What? Tell me what you think.“

You give up.

“...So you finally gave up. You should have just done so from the very beginning. Now open your mouth.“

*Rustle* 

“No need to rush. ...Hah. I see. I guess you are embarrassed after all. However, keep still for a second, okay?“

He leans in close. 

“...You had some stuck on the corner of your mouth. Heh. That’s what you get for scarfing down your food. Take that as a lesson to slow down a bit. Once you’re fully recovered, we can try again to go to today’s event.“

You tilt your head to the side.

“A different place? Oh no. Did I not say we would plan a repeat of today? ...You should always keep up with the latest news. Apparently the duration of the Christmas lights you wanted to see today has been extended by two weeks.“

You seem very pleased with the news. 

“Heh...So hurry up and get back, okay? You made a big fuss even while running a fever, so I can imagine just how badly you want to go. I promise that next time, we’ll make it there for sure.”

ーー THE END ーー

AZUSA’S SIDE: HAPPINESS FOUND IN AN UNKNOWN CITY

The two of you are walking in town.

“Eve...We’ve been walking for over an hour now but...This popular restaurant specializing in spicy dishes you spoke of...is nowhere to be found...huh?“

You start to panic.

“No need to rush...We’ve never been to this city before after all...I was really happy...when you invited me along today...So I don’t mind that we got lost...“

You nod.

“Hey. Can you hand me the map for a second?“ 

*Flip* 

“Thank you...Let me see...Right now we’re...“

*Rustle* 

“...around here, so... Mmh. It’s probably this way.“

*Rustle* 

“Let’s go. ...Oh. My bad. ...You were trying so hard to take me there...I shouldn’t have infered, should I? I hope you didn’t mind too much...?“

You shake your head. 

“Thank god...Then, let’s go.“

The two of you continue walking but you seem to be limping a little.

“Oh...Is something wrong with your foot...?“

You shake your head.

“It’s not ‘nothing’. ...Show me, please?“

*Rustle rustle* 

Azusa takes a look at your foot. 

“Ah...A blister...? ...Looks painful.“

You wince in pain. 

“Right. ...Can you wait here one second? I’ll be right back.“

Azusa leaves for a bit.

*TIMESKIP*

“Haah, haah...Sorry...for the wait...I went to buy band-aids for you.“

You frown.

“Eve...?“ 

*Rustle*

“...Cheer up? ...It’s fine.“

You apologize for ruining his day. 

“You looked up this restaurant...for me, didn’t you...? Besides, you chose to wore cute shoes...because today’s like a date, right? So...I’m happy. Thank you.

When I consider that...you thought of me while picking out this pair of shoes...I get this warm feeling inside my chest.“

You cheer up a little. 

“Heh...You finally smiled, huh? ...I get to have you all to myself today...That alone is enough to make me happy but...I believe I’ll be even happier...if I can see you smile.“

You point out a bag he’s carrying with him.

“Ah, this? On my way to buy these band-aids...I spotted this pair of sneakers which I thought would look really good on you...so I bought them for you...Let’s take off your shoes and put these on instead, okay? Just grab onto me.“

You change your shoes. 

*Rustle rustle* 

“Those don’t hurt?“

You nod.

“I see...I’m glad to hear that...“

He reaches out one hand to go.

*Rustle* 

“Come on...Mmh, exactly. Let’s hold hands so you don’t trip?“

You grab hold of his hand.

“Well then...Let’s go, Eve? ...Don’t let go of my hand, okay?“

You walk away hand-in-hand.

ーー THE END ーー

[averywiseanimatedcat]

I’m back with another ridiculous over analysis because I have issues.

I want to talk about the end credit elevator/Bentley scene.

Because there’s something BOTHERING me so much about it and other than coffee theory (which I don’t believe) I haven’t seen any explanation for it.

So to address Crowley first…his expression doesn’t really change he through the whole end credits. Which is on brand, he isn’t processing. You can see he’s on the edge of a breakdown but he won’t let it out. From the moment he gets in the car he is stonewalling. He hardly even reacts to A nightingale sang in Berkeley square playing, just calmly turns it off with a tiny lip twitch and drives away. He’s just staring blankly ahead while he drives and his face hardly even moves. All in character.

But Azirapahle…he is doing a whole lotta processing in that elevator. Sis is going through it.

At first he’s still recovering, looks like he’s about to have a breakdown to. He looks heartbroken. Devastated.

Once he gets past the initial heartbroken stage his expression is changing to a more determined look. He’s doing a Crowley shoving those feelings down. In my mind he’s planning a way to get Crowley back. Or he’s telling himself that Crowley will comeback on his own like he has before. He’s telling himself he is in the right and it will all be ok because he’s a bit delulu and he’s still in shock about what’s happened. Pretty normal and in character.

Then it gets WEIRD

These last few seconds are driving me insane.

This does not look like Aziraphale. At all. And this is the only reason I would consider coffee theory could be true BUT only if the brainwashing didn’t kick in until he was in the elevator. Because I cannot fathom what on earth would posses Aziraphale to smile like this.

This isn’t the smile that he does when he’s trying to be polite or pretend he’s ok. And he’s not smiling at the Metatron, he’s smiling at himself.

It’s not his determined ‘I’m going to fix everything’ smile.

It’s definitely not his normal genuine or excited smile.

Someone more insane than me might be able to correct me here but I don’t think we’ve ever seen Aziraphale smile like this before?

The smile isn’t IN his eyes (they’re dead asf) but it IS reaching them because it’s taking over his whole face. He looks like a serial killer and I cannot wrap my head around it. I cannot fathom that he would be smiling about the job at this point. That’s just weird and doesn’t make sense.

Either Micheal has made this acting choice or he was directed to do it for a very good reason. And it coming at the end feels like it was just dropped there as a hint. I’m not sure if the hint is plot related (like Coffee theory), or it’s just a hint as to what Aziraphales headspace will be like when we pick up in S3.

But can we all agree this face is CREEPY. It’s giving super villain vibes and I hate it. I feel like he’s going to appear in my sleep paralysis tonight and I’m scared.

Anyway.

The explanation options I have at this point are:

1. Something like coffee theory where some kind of outside influence is effecting him in the elevator (but not beforehand in the bookshop). This face does remind me of Gabriel’s weirdly overly happy expressions when he was Arc Angel

2. He’s in shock

3. He isn’t as good at hiding his feelings as Crowley is, so maybe he’s just over compensating to prevent a breakdown infront of the Metatron

4. He has convinced himself that Crowley will come back and is experiencing a weird mix of delusional excitement and pain

5. He’s having a complete mental breakdown (same)

[starrook]

KISS MEME: a kiss on the forehead of one who is starting to fall asleep

( everyone's favorite day: portrait dayyyyy )

morion understands the importance of getting his portrait taken. but that does not mean he has to like it.

sitting for hours facing a single direction with no movement is bound to make anyone start to itch. morion is a man of movement, not stillness! he needs to be outside swinging a sword for enrichment! he needs to get his blood flowing! arggggg!!!!

but years of discipline and previous captured likenesses have taught him patience in execution, at the very least. he can think all he wants about how much he wishes for an instant portrait-capturing device, but externally he could sit all day making the same tight expression if he needed to. it's all part of the job.

what makes this particular portrait easier to sit through is the fact that it is a family portrait, which means his most favorite people are all with him. his wife next to him, diamant standing by his mother, and alcryst sitting in morion's lap---all equally as enthused to be here, but all happy that the family shares in mutual suffering.

alcryst especially is not used to waiting around for portraits; there isn't much squirming, really, but sitting and doing nothing invites a drowsiness typical in young ones. morion sees this and can hardly fight the smile growing on his face. he motions for the portrait artist to pause before leaning over.

" psst, alcryst, " morion whispers, a hint of mischief in his tone. boy, he gets it. " wake up, mini fry. the portrait man still needs to paint your face. "

ahh, but his son is too cute. morion can't resist pressing an embarrassing kiss to alcryst's forehead, mussing up his bangs and scratchy-scratching his little nose with his beard. " you've only gotta sit for a little bit longer, okay? then we can lay down for naptime; papa thinks he needs one, too. "

Alcryst promised that he’d be a good boy. Because what they’re doing now is important: they’re going to have a picture painted so that they can join grandma and grandpa in the royal gallery! He looked forward to this day for weeks, had even begged his parents to let him meet the painter beforehand…

But it’s not nearly as fun as Alcryst thought it would be. There’s so much sit still and see here and don’t make a face—Alcryst wants to be good so he does his best not to fidget and keeps his complaints to himself. He tries, he really does.

And yet as time goes on, his enthusiasm runs out, and his patience begins to flag. Alcryst is hungry, and bored, and sleepy, and itchy, and- and- and-!

A little bit longer, Father insists. As far as a three-year-old Alcryst is concerned, that’s forever. It’s already been forever. He can’t stay here forever. He can’t! He hates this! If it’s because they need to paint his face, then…!

“I don’t want my face painted…!” Because if Alcryst doesn’t have to get his face painted, he can just go, right? But as it becomes clear that there is no escape, Alcryst cries tears of frustration. He writhes in his father’s arms like a fish, trying desperately to get away. When that doesn’t work either, he lets out a shrill, ear-splitting shriek.

“I don’t wanna do this anymore!!!” Alcryst hiccups, then continues to sob. His little feet kick at his father’s stomach, tiny fingers working desperately to peel his father’s hands off.

“NO!!!!!”

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

Anything Like Me

Fandom: American Actor, RPF

Pairing: Austin Butler x Pregnant Female Reader

Characters: Austin Butler, Female Reader, Original Female Character, Lori Butler, David Butler

Word Count: 1756 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary:  It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my pay back if he's anything like me

Tags/ Warnings: My Writing, Halloween Challenge, Writing Challenge, Songfics, Pregnant Reader, Dad Austin, Idk Austins Dad Please dont come for me, Parental Loss, Grief, Death of a Parent, Pregnancy, Love, Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship, Childhood, Worry, Divorce, Self Doubt, Insecurities, Child of Divorce, Anything Like Me // Brad Paisley

Notes:  This is part of my writing Challenge for Halloween 2022. All fics are based off of songs I love. The aim is to write one fic a day for 15 days straight. I’m doing a similar thing for Christmas but they will all be headcanons [requests welcome for that] Enjoy x  

Updated 8/23

15 DAYS OF SONGFICS FOR HALLOWEEN (OCT 15TH - OCT 31ST)

‘So,’ the doctor said as she placed cold gel on my stomach, ‘halfway there now. Are you excited?’ ‘Definitely,’ Austin answered from beside me. He was sitting on a stool, his hand interlaced with mine as I lay on the examination table ready for my twenty-week ultrasound. I looked at him, watching as his eyes lit up as he looked at the doctor, already a proud father. ‘And what about mom?’ she said as she started fiddling around with the ultrasound machine.  ‘Yeah,’ I said, ‘though my backs already hurting so I’m not looking forward to being any bigger.’ ‘I’ve told her she needs to take it easy,’ Austin said, rolling his eyes. ‘I am!’ I protested. ‘Yeah, which is why I found you painting the baby’s room at 3 am,’ he chuckled. ‘I couldn’t sleep,’ I defended,  looking at the doctor as I explained, ‘heartburn.’ ‘A mother’s curse,’ the doctor chuckled, ‘I can prescribe you some antacids that should help. But he’s right, you should be taking it easy.’ ‘Okay, okay,’ I said, ‘I didn’t know it was gang up on the pregnant lady day.’ ‘Well how about we stop all that and have a look at the baby,’ the doctor said. She swivelled the screen around so we could see.

The sonograph came on the screen and I took in every inch of it. The baby looked different from our last scan. Our last one had been very early in my pregnancy and due to Austin’s work schedule, we hadn’t managed to get back here. The baby had been a tiny thing with a big head, little arms and a hint of a tail. Now it looked like a baby, albeit tiny. A lump formed in my throat as I watched it moving on the screen and when I looked at Austin there were tears in his eyes.

‘And here's the baby's heartbeat,’ she said, clicking a button so a fluttering thump echoed around the room.  ‘Woah,’ Austin said softly as he held my hand underneath his chin.  ‘So,’ the doctor said, knocking the sound off. Austin pulled back but kept hold of my hand, ‘baby seems happy and healthy. Mom's blood work and measurements seem on target. Would you like to know the sex?’ ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘No,’ Austin said simultaneously. We looked at each other in shock.  ‘You don’t want to find out?’ I said quietly, we hadn’t spoken about it beforehand. We’d shared our ideas on names but hadn’t landed on anything so I just figured that we’d find out at this scan and then decide from there. ‘No,’ he said, ‘I wanted it to be a surprise.’ ‘Babe this whole pregnancy was a surprise,’ I giggled. ‘I know, I guess I just like the wonder of not knowing,’ he said. My eyes searched his pensive face. There was something more to it I could tell but I didn’t exactly want to get into whatever it was in front of my OBGYN. ‘If you want I can write it down and you can take it away. That way you can look at it anytime you want,’ she said. ‘No,’ Austin replied quietly, ‘it’s okay. Hit us with it.’

The doctor turned back to the screen and hit a few buttons so the image remained still. Then with a dainty finger, she pointed at a little bump. I squinted trying to determine what it was but she said, ‘you see that thing right there?’ ‘Yeah,’ we nodded. ‘That means you’re having a boy,’ she said. The lump in my throat returned. A boy. A little Austin. I could picture him now in my mind. A cheeky little thing with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. 

I was already in love but as I looked at Austin he didn’t seem to be in the same headspace. He caught my gaze and smiled weakly. I squoze his hand and he kissed my fingers but said nothing. My mind whirred at whatever was the matter with him but I decided it would have to wait.

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Austin was quiet on the way home from the hospital and I had decided to let him have some space. To let him think. But that was hours ago. Since then I had done two loads of laundry, ordered a ton of baby stuff and just finished putting dinner in the oven. As I placed the oven mitts on the side I wandered around downstairs and discovered Austin was nowhere to be found. 

So I trudged upstairs and found him sitting on our bed with a box of keepsakes in front of him, the contents of which were spread out around him. I lingered by the door frame watching him for a moment before he noticed me. He looked up at me with a small smile.

‘Hey,’ I said as I padded into the room. I put my hand on his cheek and he kissed it scooching over so I could sit next to him on the bed. ‘Hi,’ he mumbled.  ‘You okay?’ I asked. ‘Fine,’ he said. I looked at him and quirked an eyebrow.  ‘Are you sure?’ I said, ‘cos you’ve been awfully quiet.’ Austin sighed and leaned back against the headboard pulling me with him. I fell against him and tucked myself into his grasp as he moved my hair off my face. ‘I guess I’ve just been a little bothered,’ he said quietly. ‘About the baby?’ I asked, feeling him nod against me, ‘what is it?’ ‘I don’t know,’ he murmured, ‘I guess I never really thought about having a boy.’ I pulled back from him, my eyes searching his face as my brows knitted together, ‘what?‘ ‘I know, I know,’ he said, ‘it’s stupid.’ ‘No, it’s just you gotta have realised it was fifty/fifty shot,’ I giggled leaning back into him. He smirked and nodded as I traced my fingers over the back of his hand which was gripping my waist.  ‘I did,’ he said quietly, ‘I guess it just worries me.’ ‘What does?’ ‘Having a boy.’ ‘A baby’s a baby,’ I said. ‘I know I know,’ he sighed, moving so he could look at me, ‘I guess I just thought that with a girl at least you’d know what to do. I guess with a boy I feel like I should know what to do. How to lead, you know.’ ‘That’s silly,’ I said, ‘boy or girl we’re not going to be prepared.’ ‘I guess,’ he said, ‘it’s just…’ ‘Just?’  ‘I guess I’m worried he’s gonna be exactly like me,’ he said.

I pulled up a little and peered up at his face, my mouth agape. The idea of him being a mini Austin had been a wonderful one to me. 

‘Aus, you’re the best man I know,’ I baulked. He rolled his eyes, ‘yeah but I was a handful.’  ‘I’m sure you were,’ I giggled.  ‘I don’t think there was a summer where I didn't have something in a cast,’ he said. He fumbled around on the bed, producing a photo of him proudly showing off his casted arm. ‘Kids break their arms Aus,’ I said. ‘It’s not just that. When my parents split up I was a nightmare. I got into fights, I pretended to be ill to get out of school,’ he said. ‘That’s all normal kid stuff,’ I said but he shook his head. ‘I guess. It just worries me…because I was so close to my mom…but not my dad. I guess I don’t know what to do because I’ve never had that sort of relationship you know?’ he said. I nodded as he continued, ‘when they split up I was so angry. I refused to play football like my dad wanted me to even though I knew it wasn’t his fault. But I was so mad at him. And I put on my mom a lot but she seemed to know what to do. My dad had no idea where to start. And that made me angrier. I was his son and he just ignored me hoping the problem would sort itself out. Then I just acted out more. Staying out too late, dropping out of school against his wishes for acting. I put my mom through the wringer because he didn’t get me.’ ‘Just because your dad was like that doesn’t mean you will be. It doesn’t mean that you won’t know what to do. What you didn’t have you can give our baby. And you’re not expected to do it on your own. I’m here. We’re doing this together,’ I said, placing his hand on my belly as I looked at him. His face fell and he dropped his gaze from mine causing a pit to form in my stomach.

‘What if it’s not?’ he whispered, ‘what if we split up? What if I lose you?’ ‘Aus-‘ ‘Don’t say it won’t happen. I never thought I’d lose my mom but I did,’ he whispered. I sighed as I felt tears in my eyes. I tucked myself into him so I could hide my face from his gaze, allowing him to cuddle me tightly, his lips on my forehead. He kissed it gently.  ‘I can’t promise that. No one can,’ I said quietly after a moment, ‘but your mom didn’t want to leave you. They didn’t want to get divorced. No one does. But we don’t have control over everything. But we can choose to react differently. Better. We can support our kid just like your mom supported you. Be the parents we needed when we were younger. Okay?’ ‘Okay,’ he mumbled, kissing me again. ‘Even if he puts us through hell. If we have countless sleepless nights. We’re going to keep going. Because one day he’ll be grown up, sitting on his bed looking through memories and pictures worrying about if he’s gonna be a good dad,’ I said. ‘I bet you’re right,’ he said. ‘I always am,’ I chuckled. ‘I’ll remember that,’ he smirked into my hair. ‘You should. And I for one am ecstatic to have another little you running about,’ I chuckled. ‘Yeah?’ he said. ‘Oh definitely,’ I said, ‘blonde hair, blue-eyed and a cheeky smile.’ ‘That's what you think about me as a kid?’ he chuckled. ‘Am I wrong?’ ‘No,’ he said, ‘but I’m sure you were just as cheeky.’ ‘Oh honey,’ I whispered, ‘if you were worried about having a boy let me tell you. A girl like me is no walk in the park.’

‘Don't I know it,’ he chuckled.

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[cecilxa]

a sprinkle of love and an artisan slice of confessions

summary: heizou finds the courage to finally sing your praises

contents: fluff, silly boy heizou, flustered reader, gn!reader

cw: very slightly suggestive at the end, tiny mention of dying

recommend listening to: fool by frankie cosmos (for the vibes)

a/n: tysm for 100+ followers, proper post expressing my gratitude is up, but i am eternally grateful :))

last in a trilogy, read these beforehand! pt 1, pt 2

“... I really like your face?”

After an uncomfortable period of silence for Heizou, your voice echoes his words right back at him. Well, time to accept that invitation to live on Watastumi Island. If he wasn’t already red enough, he’s sporting a lovely shade of crimson, like a fresh tomato. His heart’s thumping erratically, and his hands are dreadfully shaking, trying to think of a way to make it not seem awkward. Heizou feels like he’s on fire, doused in the gasoline that is his love for you, uncontrollable and explosive.

“Not just your face! Not that your face isn’t nice; well, it’s much more than nice!” Man alive, that’s all he could come up with? Where’s the suave and cool guy people usually encounter? Gone, that’s where. Completely disappeared from view, leaving a stuttering, blushing mess of a detective in his place.

What he doesn’t notice, however, are your cheeks, which are also blazing red. Struggling to comprehend your- very complicated- emotions, your eyebrows furrow in confusion, trying to sort out the jumble of thoughts in your mind. It feels nice, being complimented like that, especially by him. Wait… what?

What he does notice is your frown, though, and, thinking you’re getting upset at the thought he only likes your face, desperately blurts out all of the things he could’ve only contained for a little while longer. Well, carpe diem.

“Don’t be upset! Please, don’t be upset, I don’t just like your face, I like every part of you! You know what I like; I like your eyes when you smile, they sparkle like the fireworks we have every year, and when I look at them, I want to get lost in them forever. Your smile’s the most wonderful thing I could’ve ever seen and- man alive- if I could see it every day, I would die the happiest detective in the whole world. You know, when I talk to you, I always feel like my heart’s slowly combusting, but I don’t think I mind, because it’s all worth it. I search for any opportunities to encounter you, and I know your favourite kind of flowers, even though you’ve only mentioned them once in passing, and the florist’s was supposed to stop selling them because they weren’t that popular, but I told them that if they kept selling them I’d help them for free with any investigating they needed, just to keep them in stock. Sara doesn’t believe me, but I think that I’d gladly do anything for you. Honestly, as if I wouldn’t! My favourite sound in the whole of Teyvat is your voice, and even that beats the silent noise of peaceful serenity in the early morning.” He’s rambling at this point, and you’re not even cross! But, there’s this feeling in your gut to let him continue.

“Every little thing I like. Every. Little. Thing. I like you so much, it hurts to think about! No, I love you so much, it hurts. So please, please don’t be upset; I love you.”

A short pause.

“I love you.” Heizou repeats. It’s uttered quietly, but with so much adoration and finality, it’s impossible to ignore.

The culmination of adrenaline coursing through his bloodstream, and the immensity of his feelings for you eventually settle, after his (extremely) lovely confession. He’s again met with silence, and, again, he doesn’t notice the very flustered state he’s put you in. Nervously, he meets your eyes, and they’re shining with something akin to the way he feels whenever he’s around you.

Your heart’s racing, and you don’t know what’s happened to your breath to be taken away so much like this. Thoughts of his cheerful face invade your mind; him laughing and stuttering, his red face. Each memory leaves a tingle in your heart, it seems as if it were expanding. Love… is this what they call love?

Meanwhile, Heizou can’t utter a word. You look so… wonderfully wonderful, and he doesn’t think that there would be anything better at this moment than to officially proclaim him as yours.

But there’s something he wants to do beforehand, before all of his nerves completely dissipate. Interrupting your sudden revelation, a soft whisper gently permeates your ear, so intimate, and quiet.

“Can I kiss you?”

Giving him a firm, and definite, nod, pink streaking both of your faces, your lips touch. Something shoots off inside both of you. Heizou’s felt nothing like this before. An explosion of colour fills his heart, and an indescribable warmth makes its way to his head. He can feel your body so close to his, and he wants nothing more than to stay like this forever. Urging him on, your bodies tangle together in a blaze of heat, neither of you wanting to stop. Maybe you’ll carry on, just for a little bit, it just feels so right. Exactly like two jigsaw puzzle pieces.

What’s most natural, however, is the fact that Heizou’s love for you, your feelings for him, they’re incomparable, even if you’ve both been playing the fool (most of the time).

a/n: likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! 💘

[sumeru-academy]

M.U.S.E Event Case 009. Kokomi x Female Reader

◇ Report submitted by: Moderator Angel on ▇▇▇▇.

temporary paralysis, reader almost gets stabbed in the nose

CASE FILE. MUSE-009

CLASS. MERMAID

SEVERITY. 3/10

DESCRIPTION. The fishermen of Watatsumi island have been complaining of a mysterious sea creature slashing their nets whenever they go out to fish. Every time they reel the nets up, they always come up empty with nothing but a gaping hole, the faint shimmering of pearlescent pink scales, and no fish. Villagers have taken it upon themselves to call for a monster hunter to remove this unknown creature.

“Ugh, sushi? No thanks.” You waved your hand dismissively at your coworker and eyed the mission board instead. “You go on ahead. I think I’m gonna take another job for some extra cash.”

“You sure?” Your coworker Thoma only stared at you in disbelief. It had been ages since you last took a break for dinner, and he was half tempted to change his dinner plans to something you did like in order to get you to take a break for once in your life. He can’t help it! He’s worried about your workaholic attitude!

“We could…go to that other restaurant you like so much. Don’t their rice bowls sound tempti–”

“This one!”

Thoma watched as you tore a job listing off the board and smiled with newfound glee. “Heh, ironic you brought up sushi beforehand, Thoma, cuz this job is an aquatic creature.” 

“Ah…a merperson?” Thoma broke into a cold sweat at your excitement. “You really want to go to the coast at this time of night?” He worried over you like a mother who couldn’t let go. “No silly, the island I’m going to is at least a day’s trip away, I need to prepare some equipment tonight before I go.”

“Oh phew. So you can go to dinner tonight?” Poor Thoma sounded like an excited puppy. 

“What? Dinner?” You literally laughed out loud at his statement. “Oh Thoma, you jokester!”

Thoma was in fact, not joking. 

“Y/N don’t give me that tone, you haven’t had a decent meal in over six months!” He held up six fingers to further accentuate his statement. “Everytime I come over to your place you’re always munching on those smiley face fries, or snacks you bought at the corner store. It’s not healthy!”

You stared at Thoma’s outburst and frowned. 

“I like those smiley face fries.”

“No!”

Thoma grabbed your hand with the paper and balled it up in his fists. “Listen, if you let me treat you to dinner this once, I promise I’ll come over and help set up your equipment for this job.”

“Gaaaaaaasp. Really?” Wow, Thoma really is the ultimate best friend. “Deal! Also I’m ordering the most expensive thing there.”

“As long as you eat properly…” Thoma sighed. “Now let’s go get this job approved for you.”

The journey to Watatsumi island was a short yet very tedious one. It required you to rent a motorboat off the pier and sail yourself to the secluded fishing village of Watatsumi island on your own. The waves did not seem to want to work in your favor as your tiny little motorboat was tossed back and forth for the past few hours and caused you to become sick upon reaching Watatsumi’s docks. Your poor, iron-stomached bravado being torn to mere shreds as you got off your dingy little boat with legs wobblier than a newborn lamb. Locals of the village looking at you in pity with how green your face looked upon arrival.

“Thank goodness! You must be the monster hun–”

“Yeah yeah just give me a second…”

You screwed your eyes shut whilst you got your equipment off the boat. Willing the seasick headache to go away as you had a job to do and the quicker you did it, the quicker you could get off this island.

“Erm, do you need some help, miss?” One of the men at the dock asked timidly. 

“Sigh. Half this stuff can explode and half this stuff can poison you. I’d rather not risk a dead man on my name after this.” You seemed so tired already after your time at sea and you didn’t even get to see what kind of monster you were dealing with. “Just let me handle this, I’m a professional.” 

“O-Of course Miss monster hunter.” 

Upon getting the last briefcase off your barely functional rowboat, you exhaled a sigh of relief and looked around at the shoddy fishing village before you. The whole place not looking too good as it looked like it went through fifty rounds of thunderstorms before you got there. 

‘I thought they were only suffering from a major food crisis…’ you pondered, taking in how the dock itself had holes in it. ‘Not good. The whole place is practically falling apart.’

“I thought the Watatsumi fishing village was a prosperous one…?” you voiced out loud, eyes widening when one of the ceiling tiles of a nearby shop fell off. Holy cannoli, this place was held up by toothpicks!  

“It used to be,” the timid man from before sighed. “But then we ran out of fish to sell on the mainland. Our main source of income now is whatever we can sell from our homes.” Your nose scrunched up at this reveal and you couldn’t help but feel guilty for lashing out at him earlier. “The situation has gotten this out of hand?” You watched as people began loading up wagons with household furniture to sell. 

“Unfortunately.” 

‘All this just because of one pesky sea monster…’ you scoffed and grabbed your stuff to head for the motel. ‘How annoying.’

“Timid boy,” you called for him to come and gestured to your bags beside you. “Take my stuff to the inn. I’ll be doing some investigating before taking any course of action.”

“B-But I’m not a bellhop!” 

You threw a small sack of coins behind you and watched from your peripheral vision as he stumbled to catch it. “You are now. That should pay you plenty.”

“Ah–! Miss monster hunter!”

“Don’t worry! I’ll be back soon!” you waved your hand dismissively and made your way deeper into town. The poor man left to handle your equipment, even though you said not to earlier. 

‘B-But she said they could explode and poison me…!’

“Over here is the cove where we do most of our fishing.”

After wandering around and speaking to a few fishermen, they led you to a wide cove on the edge of Watatsumi and showed you the damages caused to their nets by the unknown anomaly. “As you can see, these nets that were casted out not too far from here were violently slashed to threads after just being underwater for a minute. I mean, what could cause such destruction?!”

“May I see the nets for myself, Mr. Fisherman?”

“Do as you please, you’re the expert after all.”

He handed you one of the tattered nets and watched as you inspected it closely, catching bits of shimmering pink scales caught in the threads of the thick rope. ‘Hm…these scales…’ you plucked one off its knot and held it up closer to the sun. ‘Pearlescent, light in color, nearly translucent, rounder…’

You chuckled and handed the scale over to the fisherman. “You’re lucky this creature isn’t too serious. It’s not a siren or sea serpent of any sort, just a young merperson.”

“A merperson? You could tell?” The fisherman seemed in awe at your professionalism. “Of course, I can even tell that the merperson we’re talking about here is a young one. Judging by the scales, they’re much firmer and smoother compared to older merfolk who have brittle and rougher scales.” 

“Wow, you’re incredible!” The fisherman boisterously laughed. “I woulda assumed it was some sort of rainbow fish judging from the glittery pink.”

You shrugged and gestured to the pile of discarded nets behind, trying not to let your ego get the better of you. “Can I check the other nets too? I need to ensure that it’s the work of either one merperson or a whole pod.”

“Pod?!”

You ignored his surprise and walked over to pick up one of the discarded nets, holding them up to examine the scales and sure enough, they were light pink and shimmery just like the one you plucked. ‘Only one merperson?’ you were amused at the idea of a single merperson doing so much damage to one town. ‘Now this is interesting.’

“S-So?” The fisherman looked anxious at your ongoing silence. “Is it bad?”

“What? Oh no, of course not!” you burst out laughing and tossed the ruined net aside. “I can determine that this is the work of only one merperson. For whatever reason, they moved into the cove and have started slashing your nets for food or whatever reason I’ll come up with later.”

The fisherman exhaled a sigh of relief and patted your shoulder in assurance. “Phew, so you can get rid of it?” he asked with a toothy grin. 

“Tch, of course I can!” You flicked his hand off your shoulder and grinned an egoistic smile. “I’ve beheaded literal sea serpents before, this’ll all just be a walk in the park.”

“Hahaha! I knew our village chief would only hire the best of the best!” the fisherman –who was already getting a tad bit annoying to you– slapped your back with a big muscly arm and nearly sent you flying. “Oh whoops! Sorry, I forget my arms can send people flying sometimes. Whoopsies!”

You groaned and waved off his apology to keep searching around the cove for clues. Unknowingly attracting the attention of two curious blue eyes peeking at you from underneath the pier. 

‘Scary pretty lady…’ its pupils following you in both admiration and fear.

After getting a quick walk –not really quick, it took two hours– around the cove and analyzing your area for a bit, you decided that now would be the best time to strike as the sun was high in the air, and the sky was as clear as the water. Wow, the people of Watatsumi really knew how to take care of their waters!

“Agh, I can’t wait to get out of here,” you tossed your equipment in yet another dinghy row boat and went over to untie the ropes latched onto the pier. “Then Thoma can treat me to some more expensive food and I can eat like the queen that I am.”

You began daydreaming about all the restaurants you would drag him to once this job was over, and thought about possibly taking up that vacation week you haven’t used yet to take some quality me time and unwind. Maybe Thoma was right, you did tend to overwork yourself even though you complained often about having to do so much work. You didn’t even understand it yourself yet somehow it always happens. 

‘Ugh. I hate when Thoma is right.’ You chewed your bottom lip in frustration when the knot holding your boat in place wouldn’t come undone. ‘But I also wish he were here to help me get this STUPID KNOT UNTIED–’

SPLASH!

Your body froze when you heard a loud splash coming from the water and a wet ‘plop’ coming from the very edge of the dock. The dock you were currently stationed at was one that wasn’t frequently used by the village, so there was practically no one in sight as it was just you, your boat, and whatever just came out of the water just now. 

“Wh-What the fu–” your eyes widened when they raised to see a young mermaid woman adoring pastel pink hair to match her equally pastel pink tail. Light blue tips that matched the color of the sky and a soft expression on her face that could mimic that of a doll. 

‘IT’S THE MERMAID! THE MERPERSON THAT SLASHED THOSE NETS. THAT PINK TAIL MATCHES–’

You instinctively reached for your dagger on your thigh strap only to wince when something black and spiky launched into your left ankle. Your face drained of any color as your limbs felt weak and limp, paralyzed like something was shutting off all your nerves and forcing your body into hypersleep. 

“Wha…What the–” you quickly collapsed at the sight of a black sea urchin stuck in the skin of your ankle, piercing through the cloth with ease and seeping its toxin deep within its veins. “Did you just throw a sea urchin at me?!”

Luckily you could still breathe, otherwise you wouldn’t be able to talk. 

“Human women are so pretty…” the mermaid ignored your question before doing the scariest shit possible and slithering towards you with her arms helping her crawl. A scream trapped within your throat as you wanted to keep your pride and dignity intact as a high-ranking monster hunter. 

‘I’ve dealt with eldritch horrors, haunted manors, possessive demons and cult-like behaviors. YET A CRAWLING MERMAID FREAKS ME OUT THE MOST–’

You tried willing your arms to pluck the sea urchin off your ankle and kill the woman before she reached you, yet the toxins flowing from the urchin in your leg refused to let your muscles cooperate. Honestly, it felt like you were one of those helpless horror movie protagonists! “Ah shit. I will NOT meet my demise to a low-leveled, pastel princess, glittery pink mermai–”

And then she was on top of you, grabbing your face with her webbed hands and laying all her tail weight onto the lower half of your already limp legs. “Human women also make a lot of noise. Strange.”

You could only stare at her eyes in shock, fear, and confusion as you were half expecting her to tear off your face with her teeth at this point. Which, upon closer inspection, seemed relatively dull despite being of an omnivorous species. 

“Ah…of course we do. It’s only normal for humans to scream when in danger…” you were spouting nonsense at this point, wow; you really were scared half to death. Never in your life were you put in such a vulnerable position before, and by a mermaid no less! “Now can you please get off me? I don’t want to die from this…”

“Die? Danger?” The mermaid woman blinked slowly at your words. Almost like a tortoise as she seemed to take a while to comprehend what you were saying. “I don’t understand. I am not dangerous.”

You scoffed and looked down to the sea urchin still stuck in your ankle. “That urchin you threw to paralyze me says otherwise…”

The mermaid turned her head to stare at the creature lodged in your foot before turning back to stare at you some more. “It was a necessary sacrifice. How else am I supposed to get close to you?”

“Close to me?!”

She suddenly nuzzled into your neck, breathing in that dry scent that only humans seemed to carry. “Yes. I’ve been watching you traverse the cove all afternoon. You are one of the prettiest human women I’ve ever seen so I followed you.” She looked up at you again and reached up to pet your hair. “I wanted to touch your hair. It looked nice and soft.”

“Well, you’re doing it now…” you spoke with a shaky sigh as the mermaid fell into comfortable silence on top of you. ‘Hm, she doesn’t seem to be too dangerous, plus she’s capable of decent human speech. Best case scenario is that I can negotiate with her into a relocation. That way I don’t have to go through the effort of killing something again.’

“H-Hey…mermaid woman,” she hummed in acknowledgment but continued petting your hair. “Do you think you can remove the sea urchin in my leg? I want to talk to you.”

Her blue eyes moved down suspiciously, seemingly picking apart your words like a vulture to a carcass. “But you may hurt me. I’m not a threat, but scary lady can be.”

‘Oh so I’m the scary lady.’

“I promise I won’t hurt you,” you sighed, shutting your eyes in the process and lying flat on the ground with your neck bared, a common sign of submission in the monster world. “You can even check me for weapons and remove them if you wish.” ‘No big deal. Once she removes the urchin I’m free to move and defend myself even without a weapon.’

“Really?” the pastel mermaid looked at you with curiosity before unsheathing your dagger from its pocket and holding it up to the sky to examine. “So, I can take this?”

“...Sure.” You winced at how lightly she was handling it. Honestly, a mermaid with a dagger was even more dangerous and you regret ever showing her where you concealed it. “Hm, okay!” she smiled and threw the dagger over the pier while you screamed in agony. 

Mental agony. 

“Why did you throw it?!” you shouted, tears brimming at the sound of it plopping into the water. 

“You said I could remove it.”

“Remove it, not throw it away!”

You were honestly crying at this point. Of all the monsters that could have destroyed your sanity or make you cry, it was a mermaid of all things. 

“...Don’t cry.” The mermaid reached a webbed finger up to your lashes and wiped the brimming tears away. “Human women crying sounds awful.”

“Sniff, gee thanks…” your ego was practically nonexistent at this point as you found yourself being comforted by the same mermaid that scared the shit out of you. “That dagger was expensive, you know. It’ll be hard to get another one just like it.”

“...If it makes you feel any better,” the mermaid crawled back to remove the urchin in a quick, painless tug, all sense of relief and feeling flowing back to your veins as your body went back into overdrive. “I’m sorry…”

“Oh my gods…” you felt like you could see the stars once the toxins deployed in your veins had vanished. “I can feel again!”

“I’m sorry…” the mermaid got off you and raised her arms to cover her head. “Please don’t turn me into a fish filet!”

“What? Ew no!” you made a disgusted face at the accusation and recoiled out of cringe. “Why would I want to eat something that is anatomically half human?”

“Eh? But mermaid tails are a delicacy in the monster market,” the mermaid held onto her tail like it was the most precious thing in the world to her. “I heard that monster hunters capture mermaids to sell them to butchers. I don’t want my tail cut off!”

“...Gross.” You stuck your tongue out at the description. “Look, I promise you, I don’t even like seafood. Plus, the thought of mermaid seafood makes me want to gag.” Though you were already gagging.

“...Really?” she looked at you with pretty doe eyes and you had the strange yet tolerable urge to hug her. “I mean it. I just want to ask you a few questions, that’s all.” 

“That’s…it?” she looked skeptical and was hesitant to relax her body around you. 

“That’s it.” You confirmed, assuming a natural, relaxed stance and letting the creature know that you weren’t a threat. Well not anymore, at least. “Feel free to slither— er, crawl away if you feel uncomfortable.” Hah, that was a lie. Of course you were still going to chase her down, you were a monster hunter and this was your job.

“Oh, alright.” The mermaid leaned back on her tail and stared at you to continue. “I will answer your questions.”

“Good. Can I ask for your name first though? I’d like to put a name to your face as I’m already getting tired of referring to you as “the mermaid.””

“Kokomi.” She answered softly, fiddling with the tips of her hair as she began getting nervous all of a sudden. “Sangonomiya Kokomi.”

“Ko-ko-mi,” you tested out her name on your tongue and smiled when she flinched at your voice. “I like it. It’s cute and it suits you.”

“Ah…thank you…” Her cheeks turned a somber shade of pink as she fiddled with the webbing between her fingers. Eager to get this ‘interview’ over with as she wanted to ask you some questions in return. 

“First of all Kokomi, I’m sure you’re aware by now that I am a monster hunter, yes?” Kokomi nodded and ushered for you to continue. “Well, I was hired by this village to get to the bottom of a strange creature who has been slashing the nets of fishermen and letting the fish escape. When I investigated the destroyed nets however, I found these.” You held up a handful of pearlescent pink fish scales from your pocket and smirked, noting how Kokomi froze in place once she saw them. “They are pretty much identical to the scales on your tail, yes? So tell me Kokomi, was the creature who kept slashing the fishing nets your doing–”

“I’m sorry! It is all a misunderstanding!”

Wow, that was quick. 

“Hah! So you did do it?” you confirmed. Kokomi’s face all red from the interrogation as she was embarrassed from breaking so easily. “Yes, but I promise it wasn’t for any selfish reasons!”

“How so? Defend your argument!” You were about to go all Ace Attorney on her ass. 

“I didn’t eat them! I swear! I just cut the nets so that they can be free! They deserve to be free!”

“What?!’

“Fish are friends! Not food!”

Kokomi’s face had puffed up in pride and anger as she continued to rant about how people shouldn’t eat fish. When she saw her poor fishy friends getting scooped up by giant nets nearby, she just couldn’t help herself! You couldn’t believe it, you pretty much found a vegan mermaid activist!

“You cut them so that the fish can be free…?” you worded slowly, letting her passionate speech sink into your mind. “That’s…it?”

“Yes! I don’t want any more sea creatures suffering!” she huffed, crossing her arms and looking like an angry pomeranian more than anything else. Wow, you can’t believe you let yourself get scared half to death by a monster who didn’t even eat meat. What a stab to your pride. 

“But Kokomi, the people of this village need to eat and sell the fish they catch. It isn’t fair to them if you keep depleting their resources.” You gestured behind you to the fishing village not too far away and frowned. “That place isn’t going to last more than six months at this rate. The people will be forced to abandon it.”

“But…” Kokomi frowned and tucked her tail underneath her arms. “My friends…”

Shoot. Are her eyes watering? 

“Sorry Kokomi, but it’s unfair to those who need to eat certain things to survive. I’m sure you understand, most merpeople are omnivores.”

The tiny ‘sniff’ coming from Kokomi’s nose made your heart pang with guilt. God, why does this one peculiar monster have to be the reason you cry? It was really making you annoyed. “I know…” Kokomi mumbled, “I just hate seeing them in pain. I can’t help myself!”

And that’s your ticket to a solution. 

“What if you didn’t have to see them in pain?” You offered, a smile playing upon your lips as your plan was now set into motion. “Wouldn’t it be nice to live somewhere where you didn’t have to see the fish getting hunted?”

“I’ve thought about it but I don’t want to leave my friends to suffer without me!” Kokomi whined, “Besides, there’s a mean pod of dolphins on the exit of the cove so I can’t even leave! They’re all bullies.”

Ah. Yeah, dolphins are bitches. 

“So you’ve tried leaving the cove before?” You questioned. 

“Sometimes, but I’m always chased off by that angry pod. A mermaid on her own is no match for a feisty group of mammals like them.” She began picking at her scales and seemed to frown at the memory like a distant flashback. “I actually never lived in the cove in the first place. The dolphins chased me here and kept me here for a while if I recall.”

Hm, so this place isn’t even her home. Everything's just falling into place for you!

“How would you like to go home then?” you smiled, “I was sent here to get rid of the fishing problem and I think I know of a way to help both parties.”

“You can take me home?!” For a moment, Kokomi’s eyes lit up like glow sticks. “I…Wait– you can’t…”

Your brows raised at her sudden shift in tone. “Oh? Why not?”

She pushed her two fingers together and giggled nervously. “Aha…I may have been banned from my group after trying to get everyone off their fish diet… That’s why I left in the first place…”

Oh my God… 

You nearly threw yourself off the pier. Ashamed of the fact that THIS was the monster you almost shit yourself over. “You got yourself kicked out for being an over aggressive vegan?” you clarified. “If that’s what I am then yes, yes I was.” She sat there all too innocently as you screwed your eyes shut at such a ridiculously overly-stupid (and cute but you didn’t want to admit it) story. Half tempted to just get up and leave at this point because you were in disbelief at how absurd everything was. 

“...Okay, listen up Kokomi. I will help you get out of this cove, only if you agree to stop slashing fishermen nets everytime you see one. Deal?”

“You’ll help me leave?!” she exclaimed excitedly.

“Only if you promise not to disturb the fishermen ever again!” You quickly added. “And remember, you can’t force your beliefs onto other people. So if you join another mermaid group to live with, you cannot, absolutely CANNOT force them to give up their omnivorous diet.”

“...Okay!” Did she really agree that quickly?! “As long as the fish in this cove are safe and protected.”

“Uh…sure…” you bit your lip at yet another blatant lie you just told her. I mean, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. “I promise nothing bad will happen to the fish in this cove.”

“Ahhh, thank you scary pretty lady!” Kokomi grinned. 

“It’s Y/N.” You corrected, patting her pastel hair before getting up. “Well, tonight is when I plan to finish up this mission, so if you want to go pack up anything before leaving I suggest doing it now.” Kokomi paused for a second before nodding in understanding. “Okay. I’ll be ready by tonight!” she exclaimed. “This is so exciting! I finally get to leave the cove!”

“Yes yes, very exciting. Now, I’ll be here when the sun sets in a few hours, once it’s dark enough I’ll be able to sneak you around through town in order to get to my boat. Sound good?” Kokomi nodded enthusiastically. “Very good! Thank you scar– Y/N. Thank you Y/N.”

“Of course.” You responded, turning your heel before hearing a splash behind you. 

“Careful timid boy, this is precious cargo. If you drop it, I may reduce your tip to only fifty.”

“Dollars?”

“Cents.”

He started handling the giant cooler you two were carrying with much, much more carefulness now. Treating the heavy cooler like it was a giant chest of gold before reaching the docks with your tethered motorboat still attached. “Easy now,” you ordered, carefully placing the cooler onto the boat before wiping off the sweat from your brow. “Phew, you and I make a good team, timid boy. You sure you don’t want to be a monster hunter?”

He shook his head so hard it almost dislocated his neck. 

“Hah! That’s alright, you’d make a better bellhop anyways, timid boy.” You got the last of your equipment (that you didn’t even need to use, mind you) onto the boat and started untying the rope holding your boat in place. 

“Are you sure the problem has been resolved?” the timid man asked you, “It’s just…you did it all in one day. You didn’t even check into the inn I put all your luggage in!”

“Puh! I’m just that much of a professional,” you assured. “I’ve been doing this business for years, I assure you that the fishing problem is solved and that your village will prosper once more. Hunter’s word.”

For once since your time on Watatsumi island, you saw the timid man smile. “Th-Thank you miss monster hunter!” he exclaimed, “Your generosity shall be paid tenfold! If you ever come to visit anytime soon, I promise to treat you to dinner!”

“Pfft, you’re too kind, timid boy,” you smiled, “However, I must be going now as I’d rather not be out to sea for too long…”

“Are you sure you can traverse the sea at this hour?” he gulped. “It’s all pitch black out there…”

“As long as I have my eyes, I’m good,” you chuckled, relying heavily on your tremendous eyesight as every trained monster hunter had the honed ability to see in pitch darkness. “Farewell Mr. Timid Boy, it was nice chatting with you.” You tossed him another sack of coin before finally untying your boat and getting on before drifting off. The man who helped relay information to you waving for as long as you could see. 

“Can I come out now?” Came Kokomi’s muffled voice as you chuckled and popped the lid open from the cooler. “Yes, my helper is gone now. It’s just the two of us at sea.”

“Ah…” she propped her whole body up from the cooler full of water and looked around at the empty space around you. Nothing but night sky and water filling the void as the only things in sight were the boat, your equipment, and you. 

“The sea is so quiet from the surface…” Kokomi murmured, seeming in awe at how smooth everything looked. 

“Trust me, it wasn’t like this in the morning.” You groaned. “I think I almost puked up my breakfast…”

Your eyes lit up at the reminder and eagerly dug into your satchel to fetch a small container of Tupperware. ‘Food! I forgot I haven’t eaten since this morning. I’m practically starving!’

Kokomi looked perplexed at the little piece of plastic only to grow more intrigued when a very tasty smell emerged once you opened it. She was curious, she had never seen such a strange contraption before and was tempted to ask you what it was before laying her eyes on a strange —yet very delectable looking— food in the shape of a smiley face.

“Scary la— Y/N, what’s that?” She asked curiously. Her nose twitching at the smell as the Tupperware had succeeded in keeping your food hot all day.

“Ah, my lunch. I was supposed to eat it while on my job to find you, but I forgot once you came so abruptly.” 

“It smells good…” Kokomi mumbles, her tummy making an awkward rumbling noise and causing her to frown. “Ah…sorry.”

‘Cute.’ You took note at how she balled up her tail to cover her bare stomach as if that would muffle the noise at all. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, it’s just your body telling you that you’re hungry. It’s only natural.”

You picked up one of the smiley face fries in your container and handed it over to the starving mermaid. “Here. It’s made up of mostly starch so it can be quite filling.”

“What is it?” Kokomi immediately shoved it into her mouth and nearly screamed at the burning sensation on her tongue.

“H-HOT—!”

You held your hands out for her to spit into and couldn’t help but laugh at her exasperated face. “You’re supposed to blow on it before eating. I thought they would have cooled down by now but I guess not…”

“Ugh…I’m just not used to hot food.” Kokomi murmurs. Which is understandable considering that the ocean can be pretty cold and you doubt that the merfolk need to cook in order to survive. “It hurts my tongue…”

“Here, let me blow on one for you.” You picked up another smiley face fry and blew on it gently to soothe the whispering steam. “Try it now.” You lifted the morsel up to her lips and watched as Kokomi hesitantly bit into it with the caution of a newborn kitten. Barely even chewing, her eyes lit up at this strange new flavor –although it’s literally just salt and potato– and began reaching over to hastily grab another one from your lap. 

“Like it?” You chuckled. 

“It’s so good!” she exclaimed, grabbing another before blowing on it like a candle. “What is it?!”

“Fries.”

“Fries!”

She shoved it in her mouth and dove for another before quickly swatting her hand away. “Slow down! You’ll choke if you eat too fast!” She pouted at your quick reflexes and resumed chewing at a much slower pace. “Whth aw thfese mfade of?” she asked through a mouthful of potato. 

“It’s made of a type of root vegetable we have on land. It’s called a potato.” You smiled, using your thumb to wipe away some of it off her face. “It’s so good!” she beams after swallowing her bite whole. “Is all human food this good?”

“Most of them, yeah.” You found yourself enjoying your time with Kokomi as the two of you exchanged face fries and chatted about what kind of foods you most enjoyed eating. Your heart swelling at the fact that you finally, finally found someone who enjoyed the same tastes that you had. In your face Thoma! Smiley face fries are delicious!  

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Kokomi shouts abruptly as she suddenly digs through her bag to fish out something long and pointy. “I have a gift for you, Y/N.”

“You don’t have to do that–” you tried assuring before nearly getting your nose speared by something long and pointy. Goddammit, this was the second time today that Kokomi almost made you scream.“Of course I do! I feel terrible about throwing your dagger off the pier so I wanted to make it up to you!”

“I adore you for your generosity, Kokomi but please don’t hold something pointy so close to my face.” You sputtered as the tip of the object was dangerously close to landing you in the infirmary. 

“Oh! Sorry.”

She carefully turned it over and handed it to you so that you could grasp it safely by the handle. Heart still racing from the encounter as you tried to compose yourself to appreciate her gift. “So? What do you think?” 

As you looked down at the long, bone-like blade in your hands, you ran your fingers through the rough and textured spine of the handle. The ‘blade’ part of the weapon having tiny little jagged roots that jutted out downwards so that if you were to stab something, the jagged edges would hook onto the flesh and make it extra painful to pull out. 

“It’s a stingray dagger! Us merfolk usually use the skeletons of animal parts as weapons since they make useful daggers and swords. Of course, I polished this dagger from an already dead stingray, I’m not a barbarian!” Kokomi explains. “I felt bad since you lost your original dagger, and although this might not be comparable to it in terms of quality, I wanted to get you a temporary replacement.” 

She bows her head respectively as a small blush seeps onto her face. “I hope you don’t mind…”

“Woahhh…” you breathed out in awe, tracing the cool patterns on the weapon. ���It’s beautiful, Kokomi. Thanks! I’ve never seen or felt anything like this on any weapon I’ve held before.” 

“Ahhh, that makes me glad!” The pinkette grins. “Perhaps I'll sharpen an identical one so that we can match.”

“That’s…” Oh gods, that’s so cute. “You– You can do that, yes. I won’t object to it.”

Kokomi giggles at your reaction and the two of you enjoy your ride in comfortable silence. 

“Thomaaaa!” You called out as your boat drew closer to the mainland. “Thomaaaaaaaa.”

“Y/N…who’re you calling to?” Kokomi asked worriedly.

“My best friend, Thoma! He’s going to be helping me move you to your new location. Across the mainland and somewhere where you won’t be able to witness fishermen hunting your friends.” As your boat cruises closer you could make out the faint outline of a tall man waving at you from the dock. That unmistakable ponytail of his being the key giveaway to knowing it’s your friend from afar.

“Over here!” He called out through the fog, shining a bright flashlight so you could dock correctly beside the pier. 

“A human man?!” Kokomi exclaims, eyes wide before diving back down into her cooler and tucking herself in to make herself as small as possible. “Ah, Kokomi what’s wron—“

“Y/N! Eyes ahead!” Thoma called out sternly, causing you to remember your original mission and focus on steering the boat correctly. “Sorry! I got distracted a bit…”

Pulling up to the side of where Thoma was currently standing, you killed the motor and got up to leave before feeling a cold hand catch yours.

“…Kokomi?”

“You aren’t leaving me with him, right?” She asked timidly, unsure of being left alone with a human stranger without you. “Ah, of course not. Thoma is just helping me carry you, that’s all.”

“…Okay.” Kokomi mutters, hesitantly letting you go so that you could toss the rope to Thoma and have him tie your boat to the dock. 

“I got your message,” Thoma chuckled. “You really cleared a mission in under a day? That’s a new record for you.”

“Oh please, I’ve dealt with easier missions than this.” You grinned. “It just so happens that Kokomi is easier to negotiate with than fight.”

“So that’s her name…” Thoma looked over to the balled up Kokomi and she shot him an angry face in return. Not liking the strange new human as he was not only a stranger, but a stranger that was taking up your attention!

“Hah, she looks like she’d shred me to pieces…” Thoma laughed nervously. “If looks could kill, I’d be in her stomach by now.”

“Nah she won’t do that. Kokomi doesn’t eat meat. Or, fish meat, I guess.” You assured, failing to notice the grim look overtaking Kokomi’s usually innocent features.

‘No, but I would shred him for you, Y/N.’ Kokomi seethed. ‘Feed him to my fishies and sell his bones to use as mermaid clubs—‘

“Anyway, did you get what I asked for, Thoma?” You asked, cutting the conversation short. 

“Er…not exactly…” Thoma winced, gesturing to a wheelbarrow behind him.

“THOMA—!” You nearly bashed your head against the floor out of frustration. “I told you to bring me a pickup truck so we can drive Kokomi much easier!”

“I couldn’t find my keys…” Thoma mumbled. “So I found this wheelbarrow in my shed and figured I could use that.”

You wanted to cry.

“What’s a wheelbarrow?” Kokomi asked out of the blue. Oh right, she was still left in the dark about all this.

“Er…Sorry Kokomi but since Thoma left his brains at home he forgot to bring something very important to transport you in. So now we have to carry you in this.” You pointed to the brown wheelbarrow behind Thoma and held your breath for the inevitable disdain on Kokomi’s face.

Only…there was no disdain.

“I get to ride in that?!” Kokomi squeals. 

“You’re excited?!” Both you and Thoma exclaim. 

Kokomi practically splashed around in glee. “I’ve never written in a human land vehicle before! It looks so fun! It even has wheels!” She lifted her arms up like a toddler asking to be picked up. “I want to go in!” 

You and Thoma looked at each other, before a smug smile made its way onto Thoma’s face. “Glad to know she’s not crabby about it unlike someone I know.”

He chuckled when you rolled your eyes. “Whatever Thoma the Tank Engine, as long as Kokomi is comfortable.” You walked over to Kokomi’s raised arms and put them down to carry her a different way. Her face growing confused as she thought you were picking her up from under the arms.

“Sit up, I’m carrying you in a much easier way.” You explained, waiting for Kokomi to get in an arched sitting position before sliding your arms under the midsection of her tail and the back of her body. 

“Ah—!” Kokomi did not expect you to princess style carry her out of the boat and walk over to the wheelbarrow like a knight in shining armor. Her hands reaching desperately to cling onto your neck as she fathomed the thought of you carrying her around like this all the time. ‘Wow, Y/N is actually really strong…!’

“There you go…” you grumbled softly as you gently set Kokomi on the wheelbarrow. The mermaid easily feeling comfortable inside despite her tail hanging off the side due to its massive size. “Are you comfortable?”

“Very.” Kokomi confirmed. “Push me. Please.”

It sounded more like a demand rather than a request, but you indulged in her anyway. 

“Of course, Thoma; you could just drop my equipment at my house, thanks.” 

“Wait, I thought I was coming with you?” Thoma queried. 

“You were if you had brought the pickup truck I asked for so you could drive it. However, since you didn’t, I will be personally escorting Kokomi on my own.” You gripped the handles of the wheelbarrow and began jogging to give Kokomi the ride of her life. Her voice squealing at the feeling of air on her face whilst you waved goodbye to Thoma.

“You know where my house keys are! See you in a few hours!”

“You better repay me someday, Y/N!” 

You only laughed at his obedience and indulged yourself in Kokomi’s angelic laughter and squeals. Raising her arms high up in the air as if she were riding a roller coaster. 

“Land air feels great!” She exclaims, shutting her eyes and letting the wind blow at her face. “It’s so much more fragrant and crisp!”

You weren’t entirely sure what she meant by ‘crisp’ but you were enjoying her happiness nonetheless.

As the two of you cut through some scenic paths and nature’s residence in civilization, you and Kokomi played a game which involved her pointing at something random, and you telling her what it was.

“What’s that?”

“A tree.”

“What’s that?”

“A rabbit.”

“What’s that?”

“Another tree.”

As tiring as it was to entertain the curious mermaid, you could tell she was getting tired as her eyes started drooling adorably and her speech started getting slurred. Your heart hammering at the sight as even you had to admit that the tedious creature was a bit adorable. 

“Is that another tree..?”

“Nope. That’s a bush.” You chuckled, peering through the horizon and spotting the other side of the sea in front of you. An empty beach that no one ever used so that the two of you could say your goodbyes in private.

“Here we are,” you spoke gently, pushing the wheelbarrow carefully down the hill and traversing from gravel to sand. The smell of salty seawater coming all too familiar to you once more as the previous smells from the forest were a memory no more. 

“It’s so pretty…” Kokomi gasped, her eyes stirring back awake when you set the wheelbarrow to a stop to gaze at the ocean in front of you. A sunrise now peeking up from the horizons as you had spent all night traveling on foot with Kokomi. “This is where I will live?”

“If you choose to. You can practically live anywhere you can swim to.” You chuckled. 

“That sounds a lot better than the cove already…” Kokomi sighed, looking back at you with glossy, blue eyes. “I think I’m ready to go now, Y/N.” 

You smiled. 

“Alright then.”

As you moved to pick up Kokomi once more, she gripped onto your neck again before planting a small kiss against your cheek. An action that caused you to nearly lose balance and drop her before you could even reach the water.

Luckily, your hunter instincts stopped you from doing so.

“Ah— Kokomi?!” You were blushing. Why were you blushing?! 

“Thank you for this, Y/N. Even though this is your way of getting rid of me, I’m still grateful.” 

“But I’m not getting rid of you Kokomi.” You waded into the water until you were waist deep and set Kokomi down to swim. “If anything, I really enjoyed your company. So much so to say that I even like you as a person.”

Kokomi, now submerged in cold water, had tears in her eyes that could easily be mistaken as seawater. “You like me?” She grins.

“You’re tolerable. Yeah.”

She smiles when you look away out of embarrassment and pets your hair in comfort, your face only burning up even more. “I like you too, Y/N. I hope we see each other again soon.” 

She grins one last time and you’ve committed that smile into the very corners of your memory. 

“I promise to always be nearby.”

With a cute little wave, she slides from your grasp and takes off with the strength of a feisty orca. Jetting off with a speed you could only hope to see again in your dreams.

But maybe this parting wouldn’t be too bad. As you watched Kokomi swim deeper and deeper into the sea, you felt the faint, bittersweet tang of remembrance as you recalled all the fun times you had with the little mermaid. A somber smile on your lips as you reached into your pocket and pulled out the little stingray dagger she gifted to you on the boat.

“Even though you’re out in the big blue sea by now…” you felt each sharp bristle against your finger and grinned at the thought of her making a matching set. “I think you’re still right beside me.”

And who knows.

Maybe you’ll see her again…

[lunaticsandidiots]

ok we all know adrian is the jealous type right? like he sees someone flirting with you and he's instantly pulling you away to obliterate you right? but what would happen if he sees CHRIS flirting with you? like that's his BESTFRIEND flirting with HIS lover? how do you think he'd react? would he be even more jealous because it's chris?

man oh man do i have thoughts on this one

how adrian would react if chris flirted with you…

so its very much established that adrian is the jealous type.

when others flirt with you, he’ll whisk you away in the blink of an eye so he can remind you of why you’re with him.

(i dont think adrian would ever blame you if others tried to hit on you, he knows you cant help that. but that doesn’t stop him from using it as an excuse to fuck your brains out in the nearest semi-secluded closet or alcove he can find).

however, if it was chris who was coming onto you, it could go one of two ways.

(and for both of the outcomes, i think there’d be jealousy involved. adrian looks up to chris, and probably sees him as superior in one way or an other, so if chris tried to flirt with you, insecurities would definitely come into play.)

if their friendship was already going through a period of tension, i think adrian would have the potential to go ballistic on chris for trying it, mostly by lashing out verbally.

if he was feeling particularly hateful about it, he’d probably do tiny little extremely things to drive chris insane, like moving everything in his house 2 inches to the left, gluing all of his belongings to his desk or replacing his conditioner with mayonnaise.

and now we get to the other potential outcome.

adrian would watch as chris looked down at you, face burning bright red as he watched chris effortlessly leaning against the wall beside him, hand resting almost directly above your head to show off a massive, toned bicep.

again, half of the nausea bubbling up in adrian’s throat would be jealousy and rage.

but the other half? pure arousal.

he’d feel so conflicted, but he’d push through nonetheless, the mental image of chris pounding into you brought him too much pleasure to deny himself of the thought.

i don’t think cuckolding would be at the top of his fetish list, but due to the circumstances, it would be something that would cross his mind often until he ripped the bandaid off and asked you.

if all parties agreed, i’d think it would be wise to talk to chris beforehand for everyone’s benefit. make it clear that you love adrian, and that even though you also want this, you belong to him, not chris. (i cant help but be protective of my blorbo rn okay) .

(you could also totally use this chat to loop chris in too, telling him what adrian likes, what turns him on, so when the time came, the both of you would be able to make it the most pleasurable experience possible for adrian.)

i don’t think is nearly as kinky as he is rough, but i think once he saw you getting adrian worked up by teasing and taunting him, calming him a good boy and degrading him

‘you wanna watch me get fucked real good by someone else, baby? you’d like that, wouldn’t you? sitting there all tied up and pretty, watching me take it, not able to touch yourself, not able to do anything but squirm? i bet you’ll make a mess of yourself before i’m halfway there, won’t you sweetheart?’

chris would probably get turned on by that too i am not gonna lie to you.

and just like you’d predicted, you’d watch on from your hazy, teary, lust-hooded eyes, as best you could while chris did indeed fuck you mercilessly.

and adrian would be squirming and writhing and panting and sweating as he came ropes all over himself as the vulgar display in front of him, and he’d sit there glistening in sweat and cum as he watched you come undone around chris.

afterwards, it’d be best for everyones sake if you took extra time for aftercare, making sure that you and chris were all good of course, but then doting on adrian, showering him in love and affection, telling him how good he did for you.

and maybe later on when it was just the two of you laying in bed, you’d take a moment just to check in and make sure he knew where you were at (reassurance and clarification is the #1 way to his heart)

‘you know i’m all yours though, right dude?’

maybe he’d nod halfheartedly, or mutter out a ‘yeah’ if the big green monster had yet to fade away.

‘today was hot, but i only want to fuck you.’

‘really?’ he’d ask, eyes widened with surprise.

‘really. plus you’re way better at it than chris.’

and adrian’s not a particularly subtle or deep person, but i think he’d keep that little comment to himself, thinking of it whenever he’d begin to doubt himself in chris’ presence and just kinda puff his chest up and smirk to himself, knowing who you belong to.

[teenandbeyond]

I just had an idea. Senku x fem reader where they play strip poker together and it ends in smut 👀

Senku x Fem. Reader

I actually had this idea forever ago and forgot about it, you made me want to dig it up. Edit: Gender isn't really specified, so anyone could read.

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🧪Strip Tease🧪 (Dr. Stone)

Warning(s): Old Writing(didn't edit, idk what this is), never played poker ever, Smut, idk really, childhood friends till adulthood changed things

When you practice strip poker with Senku...it turns into you practicing other things...

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“Did you really need me to practice with you?” Senku grumbled from his seat.

“Well, I needed someone who wouldn’t care. I could’ve asked Taiju, but he likes Yuzuriha so I’m not even gonna bother him with that. That left you.”

“Don’t you have those other lame friends?”

You muttered a reply as you got out the cards to shuffle them, “Exactly, lame. They pretend when it’s convenient. Since I’m playing with them tomorrow anyway, I might as well learn how beforehand-- Besides, they’re either desperate to see me naked or would be too embarrassed, I’d probably leave early.”

“I don’t see the problem with it. It’s just being naked.”

Your eyes finally flickered up to him, “Exactly why I picked you—What’re you risking first?”

“You know the rules?”

“Mhm. Choose.”

“Watch.”

You dealt five cards for each of you, “I pick my jacket. Winner doesn’t have to remove anything.”

You kept your five cards, while Senku decided to exchange two from his hand.

“You sure you don’t want to exchange any cards?” he smirked.

“I got a pretty good deal, so I’m good.”

“Alright then, hit me.”

With a victrious grin you smack down your hand, “Flush. Beat that!”

His smirk didn’t drop as he carelessly tossed his hand onto the table, “Four of a Kind.”

“Wha—”

“Don’t you have a jacket to get rid of, [Name]?”

You sighed, slowly taking it off, “Yeah, yeah. All right, let’s try this again…”

You dealt the next hand, Senku simply exchanged one card.

Feeling betrayed from last time, you decided to exchange two cards.

“I doubt you’re going to win this time, so I’ll bet my shirt,” Senku held his poker face.

But unfortunately for him, you had a very good hand.

“I’ll bet my shirt, too. Go for it, Senku.”

“Three of a Kind.”

A chuckle bubbled from you, “Straight.”

He sighed, dejected and began to unbutton his shirt.

You found yourself watching in anticipation as the last button was undone, swallowing as it rolled off his shoulders and to back of his seat.

He was actually much more defined than you anticipated, considering he seemed like a weakling most of the time.

“...[Name].”

You must have zoned out, “I—Uh—Huh?”

He raised a brow, “Are you dealing, or what?”

“Oh…Oh! Right…”

You did your best to avoid looking, so you wouldn’t find yourself staring again.

“I'll bet my watch,” Senku leaned back to watch you.

You tried to not notice the way he unconsciously spread his legs, fortunately the table blocked most of the view.

“My shirt again,” you informed.

After dealing, you showed your hands again.

He’d won this round.

Now that it was reality, you were a little flustered at the idea of being half naked in front of him.

Mainly due to the little, itty-bitty, tiny, minuscule crush you had on him.

That was actually far from any of those things.

Then you reminded yourself, Senku doesn’t think anything of it.

He wouldn’t be attracted, so it didn’t matter, right?

You took a deep breath as your played with the hem of your shirt, before tugging it over your head.

It was a shame you missed his expression while your vision was obstructed.

“…Looks like you’re losing.”

You scoffed, “Please, we just started. You may be a science wiz, but games are my territory.”

“Watch.”

“Pants.”

You had a great hand, so great there was no way Senku had the only hand that could beat it.

“You’re done for, Senku!”

“Straight Flush? Not bad.”

Your brows furrowed, “Why don’t you seem worried?”

A cackle passed his lips, which made your eyes go wide.

“There’s no way!”

He tossed his hand onto the table top, a dark smirk taking over his expression, “What was that about games being your territory, [Name]? Because I just won this, Ten Billion percent.”

A Royal Flush.

Your body warmed in embarrassment as your eyes flickered down to your pants.

You’d have to take them off in front of Senku.

“Rules are rules…”

You dragged the pants down your legs and tossed them to the side where your shirt laid.

Now you felt a little embarrassed for your underwear choices, since it was only you who saw what you wore, you tended to wear really cute sets.

But when your gaze trailed from your thighs to the man in front of you…you were caught by his stare.

Why was it so intense?

Why was is so quiet?

Why couldn’t you... look away?

And why…why was it affecting your body?

“[Name].”

The sudden deepening of his voice sent a jolt through you.

“Yes?”

“You know, considering I got the best hand anyone could possibly get…don’t you think it qualifies for the rest of your clothing, too?”

“Uh—Huh? But I’d be n-naked…”

“Isn’t that the point?—What happened to not caring?”

Well, it’s hard not to care when he’s looking at you like that.

“I—well…”

“[Name]…are you nervous?” he teased.

You decided to hide your face, and hide your top half using the table considering the view he had wasn’t great under it.

But he simply just pushed the table to the side, the dragging of the table legs morbidly dramatic to you.

“What’re you hiding for? It’s not a big deal.”

In replacement, you placed your feet in the chair, using your legs to hide a little.

But that only made things worse, his gaze dragged lower and lower before they focused in between your legs.

His expression was one of amusement, while yours was more timid…now he knew everything.

He leaned back in his chair far too casually again, legs yet again spreading unconsciously.

Or perhaps it was intentional this time, you didn’t know.

He leaned his head on his knuckles, silver watch shining due to the light above.

“I haven’t touched you yet and you already gave me a visible reaction.”

Your body warmed more, but most of it was more focused in one area.

“Yet…?”

“I must admit, I came with pure intentions, but I don’t think I’m leaving the same way I came.”

Gloved hands teased you everywhere they went.

“You’re like a little science experiment,” he chuckled.

You were completely breathless, “Sen—kah!”

“I had a few hypotheses to test. They seem to be going well so far.”

The black gloves touched every inch of skin he could as you sat on his spread legs.

The contrast of his black slacks and latex gloves gave you butterflies.

“Why did you have to be a scientist?” you groaned.

He knew all the right places, curse those books, curse the internet.

Then his fingers, finally, finally touched you where you wanted.

He rubbed against the damp cloth, “We should take these off, hm?”

You swore his voice right in your ear was affecting you in an entirely different way.

“We should.”

A gasp, as he tears away a glove to please you with bare skin.

Eyes rolling back as he’s pounding you into the table a few minutes later.

A whimper as his gloved hand explores your back and trails to your behind.

Your voice cracks, as you cheek rubs against the surface, the last card clinging to the table finally fluttering to the floor.

“Been wanting to do this so long,” was all he could grit out, “You’ve got me thinking all irrationally for you…”

Muttering praises in between his thrusts, mumbling how you’re such a good test subject.

And, oh, how beautiful you were, how cute, which tempted him to turn you around and kiss you.

It was so intense, so careful, and there seemed to possibly even be love there.

“Senku…”

“You’re not playing this game with them tomorrow. Not that’d you’d be able to walk anywhere far tomorrow, anyway…”