#i made a sticker for my phone but it didn’t turn out too well

[hinata-kun]

Joni

[wwaheoh]

“Making Lunch For Them” - Victoria Housekeeping x gnReader (Platonic)

Alexandrina Sebastiane, Corin Wickes, Ellen Joe, Von Lycaon

a/n: was hunger bungers when writing this

You had been pretty steadily acclimating to your new part-time job at Victoria Housekeeping. It was pretty fun! Apart from the whole “fighting Hollows” on the side- but with your high Ether Aptitude and company sponsored martial arts classes, even the fighting from time to time became enjoyable.

Your coworkers were all very kind. The elegant and warm Mr. Lycaon, your employer, who always aimed to uplift you and never showed any sort of malice or anger whenever you messed up or were unfamiliar with a task. The graceful, gentle Ms. Sebastiane, your senior, was always so nice to you and gave you tips and advice whenever you asked, even offering to cook you food sometime! You haven’t taken her up on her offer yet, but seeing as how well she does the rest of her duties, you could only imagine how great her cooking tastes! There was Ms. Corin, a timid girl who always undervalued her skills- even if truthfully, they were contrary to how she described them. And Ellen Joe, who was also part-timing while attending school. She tended to sleep pretty often, though it made sense, juggling education, work, and maintaining social lives.

They were incredibly helpful and as you became more comfortable around them, you wanted to show your appreciation to them. It took a while, having to subtly probe for information while not giving yourself away. Thankfully after a few questions it was easy to figure out if they had any allergies or favorite foods.

On a weekend, you rose early before your shift began, pulling ingredients from the fridge and starting up the music from your phone. Recipes written down and tweaked to fit their preferences.

After a few hours, you added the finishers and promptly put the food into storage, lunch boxes with Halloween icon stickers slapped on. Frankenstein, a shark, ghosts, and a werewolf.

Taking a shower, you donned your work attire and made your way to the location of the job for today, something not too difficult, just some cleaning and guarding the premises, the usual. Now was the time to deliver your gifts!

Carrying the lunch box with the Frankenstein sticker, you made your way through the premises to find the first victim of your gifts, Corin! You knew she was nearest to where you were stationed- and after a few minutes you found her. Turning the corner, you found the soft green-haired maid cleaning up a vase with a brush.

Approaching from behind, you called out to her, “Corin! There you are!” “Ahh!” She yelled, nearly dropping the vase before quickly getting a handle of it and setting it down before turning to you. “Ah, sorry! Didn’t know you had something in your hands.” You apologized, knowing how the maid was a little accident-prone.

“It’s fine! Uhm, what did you need?” To answer that question, you lifted up the lunch box, “I made some lunch for you all, to show my appreciation!” “Oh! That’s so nice of you, but I didn’t really do much…” “Ah c’mon! You’ve done a lot! You’ve really helped me get used to this job and are a role model!” “Oh that’s so nice to hear…” She shrinked into herself, thankfully not out of negativity but basking in your compliment, a slight giggle escaping her. “Uhm, well thank you! I can’t wait to eat it!” “Hope you enjoy it!”

With that she took her lunch, taking the lunchbox with her to a nearby suitable dining area and opening up the lunchbox.

Inside were some of her favorite foods! Small decorations and a smell that was heavenly. It wasn’t heavy- seeing as she was still on the job, a perfect portion! Her heart wobbled, thinking of how kind you were to offer your cooking to her, she was going to enjoy it for sure!

Shark-stickered lunchbox in hand, you looked through the premises, before finding the shark-girl resting her arm on one of the shelves as she dusted them off. A lollipop in her mouth as usual to help keep her up.

Just as you rounded the corner, it seemed like she already knew you were in the room. Turning towards you, she nodded as greetings, “Yo.”

“Hey Ellen!” You lifted one of the lunchboxes up and towards her. “I made lunch for everyone!” She was surprised, touched that you went through the lengths. Gladly, she took the lunch box and opened it up, chuckling, much to your confusion and worry, as she did.

“So that’s why you were asking all those questions.” “Oh! I thought I was pretty subtle about it…” “You call that subtle? Well you pretty much got it perfect, was feeling pretty tired- this should help!” Pleased to have gotten the food right, you waved your goodbyes, “I’m gonna go deliver the rest to the others!” “Seeya!” She waved back.

Going over to a nearby suitable dining area, she set the lunchbox down and opened up, the familiar smell of her favorite food filling her nose. With a giddy feeling, she dug in, already feeling her energy coming back.

With a lunch box decorated with ghost-themed stickers in hand, you made your way through the halls of the premises and to where Ms. Sebastiane was directed to maintain. You wandered back and forth, confused from not being able to find her before feeling a light grip on your shoulder. “Boo.” A silky voice whispered into your ear, an audible smile in her voice. Turning, you nearly let out a yelp- only a small one escaping you, before realizing who the hand that was on your shoulder belonged to. The very person you were looking for.

“Ah! Miss Sebastiane! I was looking for you!” She nodded as you had quickly recovered from the surprise, “Mhm, what was it dear?” “I uh, I made something for everyone! You all have been really nice and I wanted to make something to show my appreciation!” Pulling the lunchbox out, you hand your senior the box.

Taking it with a grateful smile, she opens it up, the familiar smell of her favorite food filling her senses. A small chuckle leaves her, “So that’s why you’ve been asking all those questions…” “Oh, I thought I was pretty subtle about it…” “Don’t worry, we don’t deal in undercover work apart from what you already know.” Closing the lunchbox, she drifted close and embraced you. “Thank you, it looks wonderful!” You returned the embrace, after a few seconds the two of you let go and she drifted back. “I’m going to go deliver the last of the lunch boxes I prepared!” She nodded, bidding you adieu as you left.

She made her way to a suitable dining area, softly settling herself and the lunchbox down. Opening it up and preparing the utensils, she took a bite of what you had made for her. While she usually projected gracefulness and a soft professionalism, she could not stop the squeal of delight and the smiles brought from the gift.

Going over to where Mr. Lycaon was stationed with the final lunchbox, stickers of wolves decorating the case, you rounded the corner and found the boss of Victoria Housekeeping pretty easily, with him being vacuuming.

“Uh, sir!” You spoke over the loud fans inside the vacuum he was holding, with him quickly noticing you and turning it off. “How may I be of assistance?” His rumbly voice spoke in the now quiet room. “Well sir, I brought lunch!” You both approached each other, meeting in the middle as you handed the lunch box over to him, with him gratefully accepting the gift. “It smells wonderful, I imagine this is why you’ve been inquiring so much about everyone’s tastes?” “Ah- yes sir! Though I believed I was subtle about my information gathering…” “Haha, it’s of no concern. I thank you for this meal, you must give me the recipe some time!” “Of course sir! I have it written down somewhere at home, I’ll get it to you as soon as I can!”

With that, you bid each other farewell for now, with you going to where you had been stationed and beginning your shift properly. Lycaon on the other hand had decided that now was a perfect time for a break, finding himself somewhere suitable to dine before cracking the lunchbox open once more and enjoying what you had made. It was incredibly well made, making him wish he could have seconds. Alas, as he licked his snout and attempted to get his tail under control, he hoped to try more of your cooking.

[rynfiles]

dad next door !

✎ᝰ — your brand-new apartment has brought you peace, calm, and freedom. but no one mentioned of a father of a two

★ — satoru gojo x gn!reader

★ — word count: 1.6k

★ — genre + warnings: fluff + dad!gojo, gojo is in his early twenties (21-23), gojo is a nervous mess, megumi and his smart antics, tsumiki is y/n’s number one fan

The space is small, yet livable. Your new apartment brings you this sense of freedom and independence from your loving, yet overbearing, parents. As much as you love them dearly, the thought of continuing to live under their roof was going to drive you mad. Which led to your brand new apartment, not the best but you made do with your stay.

As you continue to unpack your things, you hear noises coming from the other side of your living room wall. You ignored them by putting on your headphones and playing music as time passed.

Yet some hours passed, only three, and the noise continued. You moved closer to the wall to decipher what was creating such a loud noise. The only thing you could make out was a loud TV, yelling from multiple people you assume, and children. Your heart grew soft and sympathy grew in your heart for the assumed noise of children, since you know how children can be, especially at young ages when their emotions run rampant.

Though, as much as children softened your heart, the noise was becoming unbearable and you wanted your first day in your apartment to be perfect. You planned to be nice, introduce yourself, and ask your neighbor to possibly lower the noise coming from their apartment.

You paused your music and took off your headphones. You grabbed your phone and headed out the door, only making a few steps to your left until you reached the next apartment door.

You knocked gently, as you waited you heard the noise more clearly. You realized it was an adult and a child going back and forth while the TV was playing a children’s show. You heard some of the argument and giggled to yourself at some of the insults that were sent.

You continued to wait yet the door hadn’t opened nor had there been any indication that someone was going to open. You knocked again, a bit louder this time, and someone, you assumed was the adult, yelled that they were coming. Not long after, the door was opened and you were met with a man who had a staggering height, but that didn’t bother you.

The man had hair as white as the winter snow, which was decorated with those ball scrunchies and small heart clips that should be found on a small girl, not a grown (potentially over twenty) man. He wore a fitted tank top that had a dad joke on it and black shorts to accompany the outfit. His face in particular was graced with lashes that were thick and lay beautifully above his blue eyes. Also, his youthful face is currently covered in stickers galore, many of dinosaurs and flowers.

He greeted you with a smile, it brought youth to his face and gave sincerity, and apologies for taking so long to answer.

You reassured him that he was okay and also introduced yourself. You explained to him how you were his neighbor but also reported to him the noise from his apartment was bothering you. You tried not to come off as rude, since it is your first day.

He apologizes almost too quickly, mild stutters as he speaks, “Sorry sorry, my two- I mean these two kids have been hauling my ass since seven am.”

“I assumed it was younger children that were in there. Though, could you do me a favor and turn down the TV as well? The whole apartment doesn’t need to hear what you guys are watching.”

The man turns in the direction of the TV and lightly smacks his forehead, “Ah, that must’ve been Tsumiki with her runway model shows. I don’t know why but she always excuses that she has terrible hearing and always has the TV-”

“What about Tsumiki?” A young boy with spiked hair appears behind the man. The boy wears an expression that debates whether to tussle with the tall man or mind his business. With his presence now here, he chose the first option. Yet the stickers and hair clips placed on his hair and face don’t make him serious enough to take.

“Kid-”

The boy scrunched his face, showing a sign of annoyance to the man in front of him. “My name is Megumi, Meh-gu-mi. Don’t try to be all “mister cool” cause you think our new neighbor is hot.”

The man’s jaw dropped and all you could giggle at the compliment that was given. You spot his cheeks beaming with a light shade of red but disregard it as the man clears his throat. “Megumi, do me a favor and stay out of adult spaces.”

The boy sucked his teeth, “You were literally a child not many years ago, in dog years if you count.” The boy mumbled the last part but it was loud enough for the older man to hear.

The two males continue to go back and forth until a small girl approaches next to the small boy. From the height alone she could be the eldest of the two children, and her face was also decorated with stickers. It was cute to see the tall male and the two children behind him covered in all kinds of stickers on their face and their hair styled in hair clips.

The girl comes over to see what all the commotion is. But instead, she turns to you and immediately starts complimenting you, she smiles with such fondness to your beauty. She starts to compliment your hair, even if it is simple for the busy day, your outfit, and how you look so perfect. She believes so deeply that you came out of a magazine and all you could do was thank her and smile back. The girl just seemed all admired about you, even if she only met you about two minutes ago.

She turns to the older male to ask, “Can they join us for dinner papa Gojo?”

The boy scoffs at the question, “Don’t give him any ideas, he might scare the new neighbor away.” The blushing from earlier returns and the older man, named Gojo (?), seems to be slightly offended at the boy's remark.

The girl ignores the boy and pleads with Gojo, you continue to watch the two children and the man banter with one another. The interaction seemed to look serious from an outsider’s perspective, but up close, it was adorable watching them interact. Even if the boy seemed very annoyed with the entire situation, the girl poked his cheeks and played with his hair to uplift his mood, while the man told the two children to turn down the TV and check on the food cooking.

Gojo brings his attention back to you and smiles nervously, he laughs nervously as well. He brings his hand to comb through the back of his hair, “Sorry about them, they’re not usually this noisy on a Friday afternoon. Especially Megumi, he’s usually playing with his figures with Tsumiki, never this intrusive.”

“Don’t worry, I have younger siblings and we bicker quite a lot, so I get it. But I will admit that you guys are an adorable little family.”

The man blushes quickly but tries to hide it quickly, “Ah, thank you.” He grows nervous and lets the air become this sense of nervousness. He will admit, he wouldn’t have thought to have a neighbor as stunning as you and comfortable around his children. Then again, his two children take too much of his time to even pay attention to the people in his environment.

He clears his throat, “Umm, you don’t have to join but Tsumiki, the little girl, is gonna keep asking about dinner and I’m already in trouble with her. If you don’t mind, you don’t have to, but you can join us for dinner if you’re not too busy.” The blushing on his cheeks stayed yet you notice his ears turning into a light hue of pink as well, nervousness is ruining this man.

You think for a little while, letting the man watch you think and his face shows more and more signs of nervousness. You answer with a nod and a small smile, “I don’t mind at all. It would be nice to learn some faces in this town.”

Gojo seems more than happy to hear your acceptance, “We’d love to welcome you, Tsumiki loves making new friends and Megumi could get a friend or two. Geez this kid.”

You gave a small laugh and thanked him, you turned to make your exit until Gojo stopped you. “Oh umm, by-by the way, I didn’t get to properly introduce myself. I’m Gojo, umm Satoru Gojo. I’m right next door, literally, if you need anything.”

“Oh thanks, it was nice talking to you Satoru, and your two kids I assume, Megumi and Tsumiki?” The way you said his first name had Gojo going from a blushing mess to a flustered, stuttering mess. He feels heat rising in his cheeks and ears, embarrassment adds in as thinks that he shouldn’t be this nervous around his new neighbor.

“Yeah, that’s their name.” He pauses and lets his nervousness settle between the two of you, “Umm, well it was great to meet you y/n, and uhh gotta get back to finishing dinner, two hungry children aren’t the prettiest sight to see.”

“I would love to be the judge of that tonight,” you turn to walk away from his doorway and wave him goodbye, “have a good day Satoru, see you tonight.”

Gojo waves back and closes the door once you step into your apartment. He roughly combs through his hair and sighs heavily, “I don’t know who’s gonna end me first, these damn kids or dinner with y/n.”

★ I got this fanfic idea from this fanart actually ! I thought gojo and the kids were so cute with their stickers and clips on their face and hair 🫶🏽

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗋𝗒𝗇𝖿𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[tangerinesilk]

BACK UP PLAN • TANGERINE x FEM!READER

they think you’re the diesel, but you know who took the case. too bad for you that tangerine, a guy from your past, likes to shoot first and ask questions later. as fun as that is, you quickly team up to figure out who took the case and what terrible fate they’ll meet... and of course, rehash your complicated past.

rating ✷ r (18+ only, minors dni!)

tropes ✷ enemies to lovers (but still enemies), pwp, cheeky banter, loud gf/quiet bf, butchered british slang, kind of mr. and mrs. smith energy, two idiots with one task

warnings ✷ cursing, violence being the answer, guns & knives, switch!tan x switch!reader, bathroom sex, fingering, quick p in v, lots of begging, exhibitionism, mention of hands/rings (my kink lmao)

word count ✷ 3.7k

a/n ✷ my first tangerine fic :D just feeding into my fixation and going down the aaron johnson rabbit hole again. wasn't expecting to do some bullet train writing, but..... here it is. there will be no part 2! hope y'all like it and feedback is always welcomed!

Shit was going down and surprisingly, it was not by your doing.

With your back pressed against the wall of the luggage holding, you could only hope the short but thick curtain covered your figure enough that anyone who passed wouldn’t see you. As you attempt to keep your breathing low and quiet, it hitches when you hear the sudden sound of automatic door opening.

“We need to find the cheeky fucker who took our case. Swear to God, I’ll bash his head in when I find him.”

That’s a thick accent you don’t forget. You don’t want to peak, but you can see the West Ham sticker on the back of his phone. 

It can’t be him. No, no…

“Lemon, I’ve gone up and down this train for the umpteenth time. I’m ‘bout ready to shoot any sleazy bellend who looks at me funny.”

Tangerine?

He was the only person you’ve been able to outrun yet here he was, only a few inches away and knowing damn well he would know how to tear into you for what happened in Copenhagen. Long story short, it ended with you tossing his favorite gun into the river and it’s made an even bigger target on your back.

While you do wear a mask that seals your identity during your heists, you prayed he didn’t remember eyes since you lost your only form of disguise when fighting the Prince. Just like you, she uses her looks to her gains, able to manipulate anyone by batting her eyelashes. She was the one with the case, and knowing her past, she’d blame it on someone else and you were most likely high up on the list.

“Alright, then. Let’s keep lookin’ for the bastard.” He said before hanging up.

You cover your mouth, your glare remaining steady on him before he takes a pause. His blue eyes search around the cart, huffing until you hear the other automatic door open. You fully step out of the small luggage spot and catching your breath, “I have to get off here.”

As the next stop was coming to a halt, a force pulled you back into the bathroom from an arm snaking around your waist. You couldn’t even gather your thoughts before feeling a cool metal pressing against your temple.

“Now I can only think of two reasons a girl like yourself is hiding behind a bunch of suitcases. One, she’s got a bit of a dickhead of a boyfriend or two, she’s got my fuckin’ case.”

You smirked, “If I had it, I would have hid better, don’t you think?” You hoped to fool him.

“Oh, darling. You think I’m that stupid, why don’t you just–” He turned you around to look into your eyes, and unfortunately, he had seen them somewhere, “Oi, where have I seen you before?”

“I’ve never met you before in my life, now if you’ll excuse me…” You trailed before he shifted to stand in front of the doorway, placing his gun on the sink counter.

“As much as I’d like to believe that, darling... you’re not going’ anywhere until I get my answer.” He said with an assertive tone, his jaw obviously clenched and his eyes piercing blue.

With his one hand on the trim of the sink and the other against the wall, he towered over you with his tall stance. He acted intimidating but you knew deep down there was hidden softness to his personality. ‘Warmer the closer you got’ type of shit.

Your eyes shifted from his eyes to his chest, hard to not stare with his first button undone and gold chain disappearing into his shirt. Able to display a poker face, Tangerine was still racking his brain around where he had seen those eyes before. He couldn’t place the last time he saw such a color.

I guess what you failed to mention is that something else happened in Copenhagen. To summarize, it involved a skin tight dress, a hotel key card and a getaway plan by dawn. What threw him off now was that you weren’t sporting the same short, auburn wig you sported that night you tried to get his attention.

“How am I supposed to give you an answer that I don’t have? You’re in my way.” You protest.

“And you’re not a very good liar, are ya?” He huffed, “Now, if you don’t have my case then who does?”

Not giving a second more, you pulled out your own gun tucked in the waist of your skirt, pushing it against his bare chest, “I think you better stay out of the way before you really get hurt.”

He didn’t bat an eye, but his eyes took a second glance at the tattoos drawn on the side of your middle finger and the top of your knuckles. Suddenly, he placed those hands from memory and the image of them running down his chest struck his mind. He looked back into your eyes and remembered how they kept steady contact as your tongue glided down his body.

“It’s been a while since Copenhagen, yeah?” He said, clenching his jaw once more.

Shit. Maybe you shouldn’t have doubted him so much.

“Well you’re not fooling me this time.” He grunted, quickly taking your gun while your guard was down for a split second, “I’ll give you one last chance, love. Tell me where the case is and maybe, I’ll be and gentleman and just escort you off at the next stop.”

“So cute how you’re trying to threaten me yet use a pet name. Guess I just know how to get to your soft spot, Tan.” You grinned, placing your hand on his cheek.

Mesmerized, a gloss smooths over his eyes before his phone vibrates in his pants pocket.

“Do you wanna get that or have me reach in there?” You taunted.

He replied with an eye roll, but quickly answered. “Yeah, what?” Tangerine answered, his eyebrow cocked.

A low voice told him that they needed to see proof of the case at the next stop or things could go south. Tangerine quickly hangs up during mid-threat, and you twist your lips.

“Since you can’t find your case, I assume you’re the one getting off at the next station.” You smirked, “Glad we got to catch up.”

“No, no, you little pain in my ass. You’re gonna put on a nice smile for these massive dickheads and stall with me…” He tilted his head a bit, “As far as I know, you know where the case is so I’ll be attached by the hip to you for the rest of the lovely ride to Kyoto.” Tangerine yammered on.

You rolled your eyes but he held your chin, making you look him in the eyes, “I’m sorry, does that bother you now?”

“Hmm, no. Just kind of sweet to know you haven’t forgotten about me.” You purposefully teased, your palm running down his chest before opening another button of his shirt with your one hand. It was a tactic to get under his skin, hoping to get some sort of reaction.

“You’re some tease who left me in Copenhagen, I’ve dealt with shots to the fuckin’ chest. You really think highly of yourself, don't ya.” He deflects but glances at your soft lips. 

You grinned, placing your hand on his cheek, “I don’t think I have to remind you of how low I’ll stoop to get a job done… or kneel.”

Tangerine felt your hand moving through the back of his hair, carding his loose curls before pressing your foreheads together. The tip of your nose brushed against his, your lips barely touching until the train came to a slow stop.

“Well, I guess it’s time to put on a good fucking act.” You huffed, pulling away and Tangerine didn’t realize he forgot to take a breath.

♡ ♡ ♡

He turned around, opening the bathroom door in one swift motion and the two of you stood by the exit. After quickly texting Lemon that he was going to stall, he gives you a look again– this time, his eyes shifting up and down your body, noticing the tear in your stockings. He knew you were up to something, but resisting the urge to press you up against a wall was making him ache a bit.

As the train door opened, Tangerine took a step toward you, “If anything goes down, you get behind me and get back on. Other than that, follow my lead.”

You nodded, “I have limited options… how generous of you.”

The two of you step off the train, and looking around for the men you’re asked to meet. As passengers got on and off, there was a small group that came your way and you stood next to Tangerine as they got closer.

“Where’s the case?” The tall one asked, standing center of the three other men.

“Lemon is keeping it safe right now.”

“Then who’s this?” 

Tangerine glanced at you, shrugging, “I’m a professional, I’ve got my back up… Peach.”

You wanted to narrow your eyes at him with a burning stare, but you maintained your composure to convince them. It was one step closer to getting the case, and it wasn’t the worse operative name.

The four men chuckle at it, and you cross your arms from the reaction, “So, are we done here?” You asked, “We’ve obviously got places to be now since your boss is up our asses about his case.” 

At first, they replied with scowls until Tangerine took a step in front of you, your chest basically touching his back.

“‘Cuse her attitude, it’s been a long night.” Tangerine acted as if he were in charge of you, “But, we’re all good now. The plan is still Kyoto, ta-ra now.” He faked a grin, pushing you toward the door as the alert sounded for boarding.

Before you knew it, the train was moving and the both of you plopped into two empty seats in the quiet car. As you watched Tangerine type out a text to Lemon, you scoffed, crossing your arms as you faced the window out to the city life of Japan.

♡ ♡ ♡

“Well, Lemon still hasn’t found the person with the case… fucker could have gotten off without us knowing.” 

You turned your head, “So, that’s means I’m off the list of the accused?”

“...I just don’t trust you.” He trailed, slipping his phone back into his pants pocket.

“Aw, still a little hurt from our last encounter?” You pouted, “Didn’t take you for such a softie, Tan.”

Tangerine clenched his jaw. He had little patience for your sass, but it was fun to fuck with him. You gently placed your hand on the top of his thigh, hidden under the table, and refused to lose eye contact with him. There were four stops left so, it was time to put a spontaneous plan B into motion: make him let his guard down for you.

You batted your eyelashes, “Tell me, do you still think about our night together? I didn’t mean to leave so quickly, but we had something… yeah?” You taunted him, your hand moving up his thigh. Just as your fingers were going to unbutton his pants, Tangerine quickly grabbed your wrist and put it back on his knee.

“You wanna play games, darling?” He grunted, “Then, I’ll play your game.”

You couldn’t help but admit that your heart beat against your chest, like the air in the cart had been sucked away and before you knew it, his right hand was running up your thigh until he ripped the rest of your stocking. You almost gasped, not wanting to attract attention, but he pulled it enough where your panties were exposed.

“Don’t get shy on me now, love.” Tangerine said under his breath as his hand entering between your legs. Once he pushed the black lace to the side, his two thick fingers entered your slit. The hand you had on his thigh suddenly met the wrist of his hand working your pussy.

His blue eyes softened, feeling how wet you already were and how you tried to restrain from arching your back against the seat. Being in plain light, you bit your bottom lip and concentrated on the scene passing by– obviously, not easy to focus on when Tangerine is gliding his fingers in and out of your wet slit. You could scream, knowing how deep they were from feeling his cool rings against your skin.

“I’d rub your clit, but I’d hate to make you cum right here… in front of everyone.” He looked around, as if he weren’t edging you, “You don’t really deserve to anyways.”

You took one big gulp, your hand gripping the arm rest now and you let him keep going. For as long as he wanted to and however fast he wanted to. As big of a talk you made, you were suddenly puddy in his hands– quite literally– and God, you didn’t want him to stop.

He pressed his lips against your ear, “Are you close?”

“Hmm.” You could barely let out a word, “N-no.”

“Don’t lie to me now so you can cum.” He chuckled.

Just like that, he quickly pulled his hand away and he saw how his fingers were coated in your glistening cum. As he went to place them in his mouth, you pulled his wrist and tasted your own cum on your tongue. 

All he could think was, “Fuck, her tongue is soft…” and reminisce the memory of his dick pushing down your throat.

You kissed his fingers before setting his hand back on his lap, and he watched you pant. Such a beautiful mess, he thought again.

Pushing your skirt back down, you crossed your legs as you ran your fingers through your hair. “You fucking ripped my nice tights…” You huffed, pulling the band from the waist and pulling them down your legs. You balled them up as you put your shoes back on, and stuffed them between the wall of the train and the seat.

You blew a breath past your lips, “Alright, that was fun but I gotta go.” You gulped, attempting to get up but he pushed your leg back down so you basically say back down.

“You’re stayin’ right here.” He said, not looking at you but around the cart, “Because the next stop, you’re gettin’ off… not like how you did right now but-”

You cut him off, “What?” You scoffed, your cheeks feeling heated, “No, I’m not getting off this train until I have the case!”

You didn’t mean to spill your own secret, but your guard had been put down. Shit.

He smirked, “See, I knew you had somethin’ to do with the case. Now you’re definitely gettin’ off at the next stop or I’ll-”

Cut off again, he sees Lemon walking down, also without the case in hand, and Tangerine quickly gets up. He met him halfway in the aisle, so you got up to see what was going on and if it was about the case.

“Who’s this? Looks familiar…” Lemon trailed as he pointed at you, then back at Tangerine.

“She’s no one-”

“Actually we passed each other in Copenhagen. You called me an Emily.” You grinned, tilting your head.

“Ah, yes. Emily, very kind but a tad bossy…” Lemon nodded but then narrowed his eyes, “Lookin’ for the case too, yeah?... unless you have it and we’re runnin’ around like headless chickens.” You could see his hand reaching into his jacket.

“I wish. Trust me…” You crossed your arms.

“Yeah, and she was just leaving on the next stop. No business being around here, muckin’ about.” Tangerine said without looking at you again, just making eye contact with Lemon.

“You treat me like I’m incompetent yet I beat both your asses back in Copenhagen and managed to steal the getaway car. Why don’t you two leave and let me handle whoever has the case.” You shoved past Tangerine, “Fucking amateurs.” You muttered under your breath.

Lemon turned around, Tangerine behind him, “She’s definitely is an Emily.”

Tangerine rolled his eyes, “I’ll go get take care of her. You check back down that way.” He clenched his jaw, pushing back his rolled sleeves.

♡ ♡ ♡

The door opened to the first class cart, already imagining your hands wrapped around the Prince’s neck once you had an eye on her. Dim orange lights lit your way, a few people asleep with blankets on top of them. 

Just as you came close to the lounge toward the end, a hand gripped your wrist. Before asking any questions, your other hand quickly swung down on the other’s wrist, thinking it was the Prince, but you were met with another set of bright eyes.

“Let go of me.” You muttered under your breath, not trying to get anyone’s attention.

Like deja vu, Tangerine pulled you into the bathroom and locked the door. It wasn’t as tight as the other passenger bathroom, but still had little room to move around with two people.

“Do I gotta tell you again?” Tan practically growled.

“You can’t tell me what to do. What do you want from me that you keep cornering me like this?” Your tone matched his.

He took a deep breath through his nostrils, and suddenly felt the tension. He couldn’t take his eyes from you, never admitting that he had been thinning about you since Copenhagen, so instead his lips met yours.

You weren’t surprised, but you missed his lips. You bit his bottom lip, your body relaxing as you fell into his arms. Your noses brushed together, foreheads close before you unbuttoned his shirt, your hands meeting his soft skin. It slipped past his toned arms, and he pressed your hips against the sink counter.

As you lifted your leg by his side, he put his hand underneath your knee to keep it high. Tangerine kissed and nipped at your neck after taking your shirt off, tossing it on top of the closed toilet seat. You ran your fingers through his messy curls, gripping them as you shared hungry kisses. His hard pressed against his slacks, rubbing against your inner thigh.

“You’ve got about four minutes, Tan.” You said between kisses, “I don’t know if you’re that fast.”

“You underestimate me, love.” He grunted, “It’s gettin’ a bit old.”

Suddenly, he hiked your skirt and you played along, spreading your legs enough for his body to move between them. He quickly unzipped his pants while his right hand rubbed your wet clit and the left hand against your neck. 

You giggled, biting your bottom lip before slipping the tip of his cock into your pussy. You held back your gasp, giggling instead to get a rise out of him, but it just made him squeeze your neck a bit.

“Almost forgot how big you were.” You pouted, but he thrusted inside of you. You audibly gasped, and kissed his thumb pressed against your bottom lip.

At first he was slow-paced, purposefully making you beg for it. He knew your weak spots yet his head fell against your shoulder, a light whimper escaping his throat remembering how tight your cunt was. He held your leg up again, giving him an angle to work with and his cock bottomed out inside your pussy.

“Fuck!” You croaked, “God, you’re so… big. Stretching me out so good, baby.” You whined.

“Fuckin’ Christ.” Tan cursed, his hips bucking as your skins slapped together. He was eager to make you cum, shattering in his arms and falling apart like he adored. His hand slapped against your ass cheek, kneading it the closer he got. 

You leaned your head back, rolling your eyes back and could see stars, Tangerine practically lifting you off your feet as your walls began to tighten around his hard cock.

“Please… please let me cum.” You begged, your eyes barely open, “I wanna cum. Please.”

“Gotta beg a little more, darling.” He gulped as his pace got faster, not realizing how strong he was, “Keep those pretty eyes lookin’ at me.”

You arched your back, “Ah, please!… I want your fucking cum filling me up. Make me cum all over your cock, baby.” Your pitch elevated, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna fucking cum!”

He grunted against your shoulder, giving it a small bite before saying, “Cum, cum for me, love.” He lighty gasped but tried to mask it by kissing your shoulder.

Your fingers pulled his messy curls, not able to explain the complete bliss running throughout every vein and nerve in your body. His hand covered your mouth just as yours covered his, muffing your defeated moans when the two of your released inside your pussy.

As you came down from your highs, the two of you let out tired chuckles. His cock was still inside you, feeling your warm walls as he shared one last sloppy kiss. 

Your thumb ran across his cheek, “Better than Copenhagen?”

He half-smiled, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

♡ ♡ ♡

Ultimately, you agreed to let them take it from there. It was two more stops, and the train was coming to it’s next destination. You and Tangerine stood by the door, watching it slowly open and your stubbornness was eating you up. Although it was a risk to get off the train, seemed there was more than the two of you looking for the case. If anything, you loss some pay.

“You better get off now.” Tangerine told you, the two of you watching people pass.

You hummed, “I know… hope you can tell me how it goes if we ever meet again.” You sighed, placing your hands on his chest. Your eyes met with his, and he furrowed his brows. You twisted your hips, taking a deep breath before quickly meeting your lips with his again. Tender and slow.

 As you pulled your face from his, you nodded, “Bye, Tangerine.”

He expected for you to pass, and he actually thought he was going to miss you.

Instead, you forcefully pushed him out the door and it closed him out from coming back in. You rolled your eyes, walking up to the window as you watched the train pull from the station.

“I really am good.” You smirked.

[cinnamontimecrunch]

Somewhere Only We Know

 [x gn!reader, could be read as platonic or romantic, 689 words]

[takes place after his overblot, so there may be spoilers for that! Also sorry this is so rushed, I had this idea and wanted to get it out before his birthday ended!]

Vil’s alarm went off at 6:00am the morning of his birthday. He reached for his phone to turn the alarm off, and saw the thousands of Magicam notifications. He figured he’d spend a few minutes looking through them and reply to a few. One of the first to catch his eye was a post made by Neige LeBlanche. His lips pursed into a line and his eyebrows furrowed lightly, before shaking the tension away. He had been trying to work on his unpleasant feelings towards Neige for the past few months, but the task was proving to be more arduous than he had expected. He sighed softly and liked the post, commenting a polite thank you.

The rest of his notifications and texts were similar, filled with birthday wishes from coworkers and fans alike, as well as a text from Rook from midnight the night before. Vil turned his phone off and stood up to get ready for the day. He stepped around an expanse of gifts in his room that must have been brought in by his dorm members, not paying them any mind as he made his way to his bathroom. 

He heard a knock on his door in the middle of doing his morning skincare routine. He grimaced, ready to admonish whichever dorm member decided to interrupt his morning routine.His face became one of confusion, however, when he heard Rook’s muffled voice.

“Roi du Poison, your favorite Trickster is here to see you! And they bring a gift!” Vil’s face softened ever-so-slightly at the mention of your presence.

“You may let them in.” He replied, leaving his bathroom. He hadn’t even put on makeup yet, and he wondered when you became someone he trusted enough to see him without it. 

When you entered, he gave you a soft, practiced smile. 

“What brings you here, prefect?” He said, noticing your hands behind your back.

“I wanted to wish you a happy birthday! I was going to send you a text, but I figured you’d be getting lots of those, and I didn’t want my message to get lost in the shuffle.” You replied.

He smiled to himself. He knew you could never get lost in the shuffle. He had your messages pinned, and you had your own ringtone and text tone. You didn’t need to know that, though.

“I appreciate that.” He replied calmly. “Now, if I may ask, what is it you have behind your back? Rook mentioned a gift?”

Your cheeks flushed slightly as you looked at the lavish gifts littering his floor.

“Don’t get too excited, it’s not nearly as nice as the gifts you have here, I don’t have the money for that.” You joked, laughing nervously.

You pull the gift out from behind your back, and he sees that it’s a photo album. A cheap one you likely bought from Sam’s store, covered in stickers and little drawings. Vil took it from your hands and began flipping through it. They were all pictures of him, but not pictures he was used to seeing. None of them had his practiced smile, nor the sultry gaze he had perfected over the years. No, in these photos, he was laughing, and really smiling. His teeth were showing, his eyes were crinkled, and his cheeks flushed. He was pulled out of his reverie by your voice.

“It’s not much, but I’ve been taking candids of you since your overblot, of times when you looked really happy. I know it isn’t really expensive or anything, but-”

“Nonsense.” He interrupted, his smile widening. “This is the best gift I’ve gotten.”

He put his hands on your shoulders and pulled you in for a hug, for once not worried about whether it would wrinkle his clothes.

“Thank you, prefect.” He said, tears gathering in his eyes as he hugged you tighter.

Who would’ve thought that the magicless prefect who, a year ago he wouldn’t have even spared a second glance, would be the one to break down his barriers? He wasn’t sure how it happened, but he hoped that you would continue to worm your way into his heart.

[luckycharms1701]

*waddles into your inbox and drops this into you lap before scurrying away*

Hello

Behold my humble offering to the Mikey Well Please Suffer 🧡🫡

Angel Kisses

It was just another day.

You were at the lair, just chilling with MIkey on the couch.

He was scribbling furiously into what looked to be a well warn and obviously well loved sketch book, if the frequently thumbed pages and what seemed like a 100 faded stickers were any indicator.

His tongue was poking out in the corner of his mouth, bleping the way he did when he was working intently at something.

And intent he was.

You watched as his eyes flicked around the page, bright with that rare sense of direct focus as his hand danced over the page with his pencil. he was even humming a little, or maybe it was him just talking to himself.

He did that sometimes when he would get into these “Mikey Mojo Moments” as he called them, and you absentmindedly wondered if that was a subconscious trait he had somehow picked up from hanging around Donnie.

You could never be too sure with this one. He was a wonder through and through. A wonder that you could never quite believe that somehow landed as your best friend.

Your lips quirked up with a soft smile at that thought as you secretly peaked at Mikey from over your phone.

You liked seeing him like this. Happy. Creative. In his element.

It had certainly been a while since he had last hyper focused on an art project. But when he did….whew… it was like magic in action. He just had this…light about him that sort of made him…well…you didn’t know…

It sounded cheesy but he just kind of… glowed.

Your eyes flicked to the little bright spots that decorated Mikey’s face like small yellow freckles that peaked out from underneath his orange mask.

Just like those spots lit up his face, without even trying, Mikey could just light up a room.

There was just something about that sunny smile of his that always made your heart happy. He made you happy. Chasing those rainy skies that often would cloud into your life with that ever bright sunshine of his.

You loved it. You loved him.

Whether platonically or romantically, you really didn’t know. You really didn’t care either. All you knew was that you wanted him in your life anyway you could have him because it was brighter simply because he was now in it.

So lost in your musings, you hadn’t realized that Mikey had somehow become aware of your attention. Might be due to the fact that you were burning holes into the sides of his head with your gaze. Or maybe it was the fact that he had ADHD, and he caught ahold of more than what meets the eye.

Who knows? Turtle was a ninja. A ninja who was now grinning like a cat before the cream in front of you.

“See something that you like, Clementine?” Mikey all but purred to you with a teasing waggle of his eyebrows.

You blinked in surprise as his words broke you from your revelry, a slight heat coming to your cheeks as you realized that you most indubitably had been caught staring. Directly at him.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had in fact caught you, you cleared your throat and placed your phone down.

“Actually yeah…” You quirked back at him, placing an elbow on the back of the couch, so you could cradle your head with your palm with a soft smirk. “I was thinking how cute your freckles are.”

It was Mikey’s turn to blink as your comment was obviously not what he was expecting.

“My…freckles?” He echoed dumbly, placing his sketchbook down and turning to you, his head tilted in such a way that you were somewhat reminded of a curious puppy.

You chuckled softly at the mental image and nodded with a soft grin, reaching up to gently trace those little sunspots on Mikey’s face with your finger.

“Mhm. They’re super cute, and I’m jealous. I’ve always wanted freckles.”

Mikey froze the instant your finger touched his face, his baby blues widening comically to the size of dinner plates.

Mikey had always been a very affectionate turtle, that was no question. Hugs, cuddles, hand holding, playing with hair, painting fingernails, you named it, he did it.

Well…that was the problem. In this case at least. He did it. Usually he was the one to always initiate with you warming up and reciprocating only after he started.

This was the first time you had ever touched him first, and in a way that was so…so…Mikey didn’t have a word for it, but he knew in that moment he didn’t want it to stop.

He swallowed a little as he felt the tip of your finger slowly trace his “freckles” as you called them with that unfairly adorable smile. That smile paired with that soft look in your eye made his heart skip a beat, and Mikey absentmindedly found himself leaning in a little closer to your touch.

“You…wanted freckles?” He murmured curiously, feeling that a moment like this needed to be treated with a whisper for whatever reason.

You chuckled again and nodded your head, a most darling shade of pink crossing your cheeks as Mikey leaned into your hand. You changed from gently poking his forehead with your finger to tenderly cupping his cheek with your palm, lightly caressing a “freckle” on the corner of his jaw with your thumb.

“Yeah…I always thought they looked so pretty. Small smackerings on the bridges of peoples noses. Dark spots like cheetahs on others. Or even the ones that are so tiny they look little stars on peoples faces, peeping through the skin. I once heard freckles described as angel kisses, little reminders of a love that couldn’t be contained and well…as cheesy as it sounds…I really haven’t been able to see them any other way since.”

A muscle thumped in Mikey’s jaw as your thumb brushed up against the sensitive skin there and he had to resist the urge to just lean into your hand and start churring like some ridiculous reptilian cat, it’s just felt so good. He shook off the shiver that travels down his shell and blinked up at you with his signature crooked grin.

“Angel kissed huh? You’re right. That is cheesy, but lucky for you, I love pizza so cheese totally is my jam.”

You snorted at that and reached up your hand to poke Mikey’s forehead with a shake of your head.

“Cheese is your jam? What you making sandwiches or something up there, Mikey Man?”

Mikey snickered at the poke and reached up to capture your hand with his, holding it tightly as he smirked up at you. There was an interesting light in his eyes as he caught your gaze directly. It seemed friendly and innocent enough at first glance, but the way he held it had you leading to believe otherwise.

That look was dangerous because it made your heart do that weird skip hop thing like a drunken frog attempting to land a jump onto a lily pad, but before you could further that thought, Mikey interrupted with his own.

His head tilted at that doglike angle again and he leaned in with his all too eager curiosity.

“What can I say? I’m always in the mood for a good snack. But, back to the angel kisses thing. You got me curious now. If you could have freckles where would you want them most?”

You blinked a little at Mikey’s question, and sat back a little, tilting your own head in thought. Your free hand that wasn’t being held captive by Mikey’s reached up and lightly touched the bridge of your nose and the tops of your cheeks.

“Huh…that’s…actually a good question. Probably somewhere around here? Gimme that cute look that you have working so well for you or something.”

Mikey sputtered at the light flirt and shook his head with a grin. He rather adored how quick you were. It meant you were comfortable with him and that alone meant the world to him.

He looked up at you as you traced your own face, that same gleam shining in his eye. Mikey leaned in a little closer and said with a raise of his eyebrow, “You know…I could probably help with that…”

Your brows furrowed as you looked at Mikey incredulously before your eyes widened and you excitedly grabbed his hand and leaned closer.

“You…can help me get freckles? Wait…is that something you can do with your ninpo?!”

Mikey was not expecting you to lean in as close as you did, but he wasn’t complaining. Not at all.

He’d never get sick of getting to see the little masterpieces that were your eyes up close like this. Mikey could get lost in those eyes if you let him.

Shaking his head to clear that train of thought, Mikey just smirked up at you.

“Hmm something like that…I was thinking more along the lines of…angel kisses and what not.”

It was your turn to parrot back dumbly as your eyebrow raised in confusion, your heart picking up pace from a drunken frog to buzzed hummingbird.

“A-angel kisses?” You stammered especially as Mikey leaned in even closer, his nose almost brushing yours.

His hand reached up to cup your cheek in mirror of your movements just moments earlier. That bright rare sense of direct focus now centered solely on you as he leaned in even more, his warm breath barely ghosting over your face as he whispered in a low murmur.

“Yes…angel kisses…because I do put the angel in Michealangelo after all…”

@yorshie @justalotoffanfiction

[astrowaffles]

Pride Month

Gojo peered out of the window. “Your neighbour’s got a pride flag out,” he observed. “You’ll fit right in here.”

“Well, it’s pride month,” said Megumi.

“I like to call it Megumi Month!”

“Show me your lockscreen.”

“What?”

“Show me your lockscreen.”

Confused, Gojo held out his phone. Had he changed his password? He couldn’t remember. If he hadn’t, that meant Megumi could still unlock it.

Uh-oh.

Megumi didn’t unlock it, he just turned it on and spun the screen to face Gojo. “Look at it.”

“At…my lockscreen?”

“Your lockscreen, showing what?”

“Me….and Suguru?”

“Yes, you and the evil mastermind. And why is it you and the evil mastermind?”

“Because we were best f-“

“Boyfriends. You were boyfriends. Happy pride month.”

“He wasn’t an evil mastermind. He was pretty stupid, actually.”

“He’d have to be, to date you.”

“We weren’t dating!”

“Uh-huh. I believe you.”

-------

OR: megumi moves into his apartment ft. gojo being nostalgic, itadori being a ray of sunshine & nobara being lesbian

“MEGUMI!”

“WHAT!”

“WHERE DID YOU PUT ‘LEGALLY BLONDE’?!”

“Dear god,” Megumi muttered, beginning to rummage through the nearest cardboard box.

“I HEARD THAT!”

Megumi rolled his eyes and rummaged further. “He could just look for it himself,” he complained under his breath.

Gojo finally gave up on screeching through the wall and came in through the kitchen door. “I heard that too, you know.”

“And?”

“And it was very rude?”

“Didn’t ask, don’t care,” Megumi sniffed, finally fishing the movie from where he’d packed it. “Why do you want this?”

“Don’t ask silly questions and you won’t get silly answers,” Gojo sniffed back.

Megumi glared at him.

“Okay, okay, it’s to watch,” Gojo relented. Then he pouted. “You don’t even have a DVD player, do you?”

“No, because I’m not ninety years old,” Megumi told him. “Put it in the laptop if you want.”

“Oh, so you’re old enough to have a laptop with a DVD slot but not a DVD player?”

“The laptop’s old!”

Gojo pulled a face. “And you’ve still got it? I would’ve bought you one if you asked…”

“I like this one,” Megumi said defensively.

Gojo eyed it. “It’s because of the stickers, isn’t it.”

“They don’t come off! I don’t want to throw them away!”

“I knew it,” Gojo sighed, and turned it on. It made a slightly disturbing whirring noise as the fans immediately began frantically cooling the struggling machine, and the DVD slot didn’t come out until the second attempt. “I’ll buy you some new stickers, so let me get you a better laptop.”

“You’re the only person in the world who asks to be allowed to buy new stuff,” Megumi pointed out.

“You’re the only person in the world with his own apartment at eighteen,” Gojo countered.

“Apart from you.”

“No, I had a penthouse,” Gojo corrected. “Now keep unpacking and let me watch the magic of Reese Witherspoon.”

Megumi didn’t fight him; he’d expected way more stress, and way more tears, from Gojo today. While Gojo wasn’t often an openly emotional person, moving his ward/son/annoyance into a separate flat would usually be enough to tip him over the edge. Megumi had been prepared, ensuring the tissues were the first thing set up on the kitchen counter and the laptop was unboxed in case Gojo had needed to watch Titanic.

As it was, Gojo was probably self-medicating with Legally Blonde - either that or he was pretending to self-medicate with Legally Blonde in order to avoid helping with the unpacking. Megumi didn’t mind, since Gojo usually just got in the way and messed things up and left food all over the carpet anyway.

Gojo peered out of the window. “Your neighbour’s got a pride flag out,” he observed. “You’ll fit right in here.”

“Well, it’s pride month,” said Megumi.

“I like to call it Megumi Month!”

“Show me your lockscreen.”

“What?”

“Show me your lockscreen.”

Confused, Gojo held out his phone. Had he changed his password? He couldn’t remember. If he hadn’t, that meant Megumi could still unlock it.

Uh-oh.

Megumi didn’t unlock it, he just turned it on and spun the screen to face Gojo. “Look at it.”

“At…my lockscreen?”

“Your lockscreen, showing what?”

“Me….and Suguru?”

“Yes, you and the evil mastermind. And why is it you and the evil mastermind?”

“Because we were best f-“

“Boyfriends. You were boyfriends. Happy pride month.” Megumi threw the phone back to Gojo, who caught it, disgruntled.

“He wasn’t an evil mastermind. He was pretty stupid, actually.”

“He’d have to be, to date you.”

“We weren’t dating!”

“Uh-huh. I believe you.”

“We weren’t!”

“Like I said, I believe you.” Megumi went back to rooting through boxes. “Did you pack this one? It’s full of shit I don’t want.”

“Language,” Gojo chided absently, eyes fixed back on the laptop.

“I’m 18.”

“I’m nearly 30, so what.”

“So shut up.”

Gojo gasped, very loudly and very dramatically. “Megumi! After all I’ve done for you, working hard as a single parent with ten jobs-“

“You have two jobs and they’re practically the same job. Teach jujutsu, use jujutsu.”

“-And I did it by myself! No childcare-“

“What was Shoko? Or Nanami? Chopped liver?”

“-And two kids, one of whom couldn’t even read-“

“I could read!”

“-Who said I was talking about you?” Gojo said wickedly.

“Well it wasn’t Tsumiki, she can read better than you,” Megumi shrugged.

“After all I’ve done for you,” Gojo repeated, “The least you could do it have some manners.”

“I have manners!” Megumi protested.

Gojo stared at him. “Are you absolutely certain, dearest?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“A-ha! Avoiding the question!”

“Prioritising my answers,” Megumi corrected. “I still have manners.”

“Suuure you do, buddy,” Gojo nodded, and went back to his movie.

Overall, June was a sucky month to move house in. The temperatures were high and so was the humidity, making everyone hot and sticky by the time the boxes were all inside. Megumi’s furniture hadn’t been delivered yet, having only been bought a few weeks ago – Gojo had insisted on paying for it all, even though Megumi had finally gotten access to a lot of the money stored up in his accounts from various relatives, jobs, and – of course – Gojo himself. He’d have even more when he finally turned 20.

Flies buzzed around Megumi’s empty rooms, making both Megumi and Gojo swat irritably at the ones that tried to nestle into the spikes of their hair.

Gojo watched Megumi carefully extract a particularly fat one from the back of his neck. He’d grown over the last few years, tall and broad, looking more and more like Toji every day. Maybe in a few years, when Megumi finally settled into his body and stopped tripping over things and looking confused with his new long limbs and wide shoulders, he’d gain enough muscle to make him almost indistinguishable from his biological father. There’d been a few times recently where Megumi, with the quiet footsteps taught by Gojo himself, had caught Gojo off-guard and had almost had his head blown off. All he really needed was a lip scar.

Gojo shuddered at the thought.

“You okay?” Megumi asked, noticing Gojo’s slightly horrified expression.

“Just thinking,” Gojo assured him.

“I didn’t know you could think.”

“You learn something new every day with me!”

“I wish that was true,” Megumi sighed. “Then maybe you would’ve been a passable teacher.”

“Okay, rude-“

Gojo’s tirade was cut off by Megumi’s new doorbell, ringing clear through the heavy, warm air.

“Must be Itadori,” said Megumi – who, in true Megumi fashion, absolutely refused to call anyone by their first name.

“HEEEEEEY MEGUMII!” Yuji yelled as soon as the door opened. In true Yuji fashion, he’d jumped at the chance to sound a bit closer to his friends.

“Hi,” Megumi replied, reaching out a hand to take some of Yuji’s bags. “Need some help?”

“Sure, thanks!” Yuji handed some off, and then turned sideways in order to fit through the door with the rest of them. “I didn’t know what to bring so I just brought it all!”

“All of what?” asked Megumi, cautiously peering into one. “Is this pride bunting?”

“Sure is! I thought we could combine the housewarming with a pride party, since we can’t go out without being recognised…”

It was true. After reaching peak celebrity status in the jujutsu world, their fame had even spread to the ordinary people, who hailed them as super-cool special reinforcements or whatever the media had chosen to frame them as. In an area so thickly populated with sorcerers as this was, it was frankly incredibly irritating trying to leave the house for a big event like Pride.

“I love that idea,” Gojo announced, having paused Legally Blonde to welcome his student. “Does Nobara know?"

"It was actually her idea," Yuji admitted sheepishly.

"Of course it was,” Megumi sighed. “When’s she coming?”

The doorbell rang again.

“She’s already here, isn’t she?” Megumi put down Yuji’s bags and went back to the door. “Hi, Kugisaki.”

“Hi, Fushiguro,” said Nobara, who had agreed to call Yuji by his name but insisted she wouldn’t be familiar with Megumi unless she got the same energy back. She was very, very salty about it.

“HI NOBARA!” Yuji yelled.

“Inside voice~” Gojo sang, shutting off his laptop now everyone was here.

“Sorry!”

“Jeez, let me in then,” Nobara demanded, bustling past Megumi. She didn’t have any bags with her, but from the way she immediately set about rustling through Yuji’s, she’d probably just made Yuji bring hers.

Megumi closed the door before more insects found their way in. “I like how you asked me about this party before you brought the decorations.”

“Oh, shut up,” Nobara told him. “Actually, no. New order: shut up and put this flag on your wall.”

It was a custom-printed lesbian flag, complete with a cutout of Gojo’s face.

“Oh my god, this is the best thing ever,” Gojo enthused, taking it before Megumi could reach out. “I want it on the wall forever.”

“Let’s start with it on the wall, y’know, at all,” Nobara snarked.

“I’m not a lesbian,” Megumi pointed out. “Neither is Gojo.”

“Neither am I!” Yuji volunteered. “I like the colours though.”

“You are all honorary lesbians for today,” Nobara announced generously. “Here, take a pin.”

She passed a small box around. Megumi stared at the ‘WOMEN SCARE ME’ pin he’d pulled out. “I want to swap.”

“No can do. ‘Sides, that one’s perfect,” Nobara shrugged.

“I’m attracted to women!”

“Yes, but can you be normal around them? No. Put the pin on.”

Megumi sighed and stuck it to his jacket; Yuji enthusiastically did the same with his ‘PRO CHOICE / PRO FEMINISM / PRO CATS’.

“’Three raccoons in a trenchcoat’,” Gojo read off the badge he’d been passed. “I like it.”

Nobara climbed onto some of the stacked boxes in order to string her fairy lights across the room. “You can keep these,” she told Megumi. “You need some decoration in here.”

“I’ve only just moved in!” Megumi argued. “It’s not gonna be perfect!”

Yuji was seeing how many boxes he could stack before they started to lean. The answer was six; he stood on tiptoe to slide his Bluetooth speaker on top. In the end, Gojo – ever annoyingly tall – had to help him put it securely on the middle of the top box.

“Good to know I’m still of use,” Gojo sighed.

“You’re not,” said Megumi. “Retire already.”

“Just because you said that, I’m gonna work another forty years.”

“Fuck you.”

Gojo’s dramatic gasp signalled another monologue coming on, but he was cut off by Nobara falling off her boxes.

“Fuck!” she yelled. Gojo didn’t correct her.

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“When I got my first apartment,” Gojo reminisced, ignoring Nobara’s clattering in the kitchen, “I didn’t know housewarming parties were a thing.”

Him, Megumi, and Yuji were sat in a triangle on the floor, waiting for whatever Nobara was creating. By the sounds of it, she was attempting to remake the oven.

“I thought you said you had a penthouse?” Megumi pointed out.

“What? Oh, yeah, when I was 18. I got an apartment when I was ten.”

Yuji gasped. “Cool!”

“No, not cool, Yuji,” Gojo told him. “It was very boring.”

“Is that even legal?” Megumi questioned. Gojo shrugged, which wasn’t very reassuring.

“Dunno. I liked it, though.”

“Did you have fairy lights?” asked Yuji.

“No.”

“What about a fruit bowl?” Nobara called from the kitchen.

“Does anyone even have a fruit bowl nowadays?” Gojo asked.

“Fushiguro does, apparently.”

Megumi turned to Gojo, horrified. “You bought me a fruit bowl?”

“Apparently…?”

“I can’t believe this.” Megumi looked ready to murder someone – and that someone was almost definitely Gojo.

“You never know what you’ll need,” Gojo tried to argue, shuffling away from Megumi as best he could.

Megumi made a rather threatening gesture and then rolled his eyes. Nobara reappeared holding a tray of cupcakes.

“Look, Megs! Blue, pink and yellow!” Gojo pointed out, probably hoping to get back into Megumi’s good books. “Just like the ones I made you!”

“You didn’t make these ones, did you?” Megumi asked suspiciously.

“No-one made them,” Nobara confirmed. “Well, someone did, but it was someone in a factory.”

“Can I have one?” Yuji asked, tentatively reaching for one.

“No, Yuji, I brought them out for us to look at them,” said Nobara sarcastically, lowering the tray so the three sat on the floor could reach them.

After Gojo had gotten sick of telling extremely uninteresting tales of his childhood and had told enough of Megumi’s that he ran the risk of having his mouth taped shut by his own ward, Yuji started a horrendous game of ‘Guess Who?’.  The category was ‘Jujutsu Sorcerers’, and soon devolved into hysterical impressions of various sorcerers they had met, including Nobara’s stellar impersonation of Nanami.

“I wear fake leopard print and I’m better than you,” she mimicked, voice forced deep and hands around her eyes to imitate goggles or glasses.

Yuji, arguably the closest person to Nanami, guessed Inumaki. Nobara nearly screamed with frustration.

“I think we should play something else,” Megumi suggested, watching Nobara attempt to attack Yuji without any weapons on hand. Yuji, whose main weapon was his hands, was frantically blocking and looking unduly terrified.

“Like what? Hangman?” Gojo pondered.

“Only if one of us actually gets hung,” Nobara offered, looking meaningfully at Yuji. “Inumaki,” she muttered scornfully under her breath.

“Maybe not,” Megumi backtracked.

“We need to do something gay,” Nobara sighed. “Otherwise what’s the point?”

“What percentage gay?” Megumi asked.

“Well if you’re doing it it’s 100% gay,” Nobara told him. “You can’t help it, you’re just built like that.”

“Says you, Miss Oh-No-Makki-Don’t-Do-That-Yourself, Let-Me-Lift-It-Even-Though-You-Have-Visible-Biceps-And-I’m-Built-Like-A-Mop-“

“Shut up!”

“Um?” Yuji interjected. “Maybe we could just watch a gay film or something?”

“I vote Luca!” said Megumi immediately.

“Awh, I wanted to vote one of the Haikyuu movies,” Yuji pouted.

“I wanted to vote this one,” Nobara said, waving the website for something niche - and probably unnecessarily emotional - around.

“I vote Legally Blonde,” said Gojo, like an idiot.

By the time they were all settled around Luca – which Megumi had literally fought tooth and nail with Nobara for – Yuji was dropping asleep and Gojo was tapping on his phone.

“Turn your typing sounds off,” Megumi told him.

“No,” said Gojo, but the sounds didn’t come again.

Yuji hummed and snuggled closer to Megumi. Nobara, on Yuji’s other side, looked extremely offended but didn’t say anything.

Gojo dropped his head onto Megumi’s shoulder. It wasn’t as much of a neck stretch as it used to be; Megumi had become an excellent pillow even if he wasn’t a good height for resting your elbow on anymore. Yuji started snoring in evident agreement.

“You guys suck,” said Nobara. “I can’t even reach Fushiguro to lie on him.” To compromise, she simply threw herself across both Yuji and Megumi’s laps until her head was in Gojo’s. “Much better,” she informed them, and closed her eyes.

“Is this gay enough for you?” Megumi asked.

“Fushiguro. You’re a man. I’m not being gay at all.”

“Damn. Try again next year?”

Gojo laughed. “You can try again when you get your own apartment, Nobara. Just make sure to invite me so I can take pictures of the cuddle pile.”

“Are you kidding? If you’re there, it’ll be impossible to get you out of the pile long enough to take a picture,” Megumi objected.

“Good point,” said Gojo. “Try again next year instead?”

“Yeah,” said Megumi. “Try again next year.”

“Next year it is,” Nobara agreed. Yuji just hummed and snuggled even closer.

A03 | Exclusives | Tip Me | Commissions

[mama-qwerty]

Signing Off

Blame @quazart for this. We were chatting and she brought up an idea where Wade dies helping the boys stop a big baddie, and Knux has a really hard time with it. The angst was too good to pass up.

~~~

Knuckles sat on the roof of the Wachowski home, his knees drawn up as he looked out over the treetops surrounding Green Hills. Music filtered into his ears through the headphones tucked between his quill dreads. Guitar riffs and drum beats and synthesizers drowned out the sounds of nature around him.

Normally, these songs made him happy. They reminded him of the time he and Wade had gone on the road trip to Reno. He had been training Wade in the ways of the warrior, like his father had trained him, but Wade had seemed to teach him a few things, too.

How to accept any success as a victory. How to let his guard down. How to enjoy music and time with others.

It hadn’t occurred to Knuckles at the time, but Wade had become his best friend. His first real friend. Sonic didn’t count—their friendship started as more of an alliance born of necessity. That wasn’t to say that Sonic wasn’t a friend, it was just . . . different.

Wade had extended his hand in friendship without expectations, without judgment. And he had accepted Knuckles for who he was.

The current song ended, and a new one began.

And now he was gone.

Knuckles’ grip tightened on the discman, and he had to force himself to relax. He glanced down at it, nestled in his large mitt, covered with little scratches and stickers for bands he had never heard of. Evidence of a life of regular use.

It had been Wade’s. He’d given it to Knuckles a few months ago, since the echidna didn’t have a phone or any convenient way to listen to the Jammerz CDs Wade had made him.

“I pass it to you, my warrior master,” Wade had said as he handed it to Knuckles. “May you rock out to your jams whenever your heart desires.”

A little smile curled Knuckles’ lip. His jams. He’d never had jams before. Not until Wade.

The smile dropped, and his throat tightened.

He turned the music up.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. He wasn’t supposed to be gone.

It had happened a week ago. Another ‘big baddie’, as Sonic liked to call them, had come, and Knuckles and the hedgehog and fox had gone out to protect their home. They did battle, things went south, and Tom and Wade had come to help.

He should have sent them away.

Maybe Wade thought he had to prove himself. Maybe Knuckles’ teachings had raised Wade’s confidence to almost arrogant levels. Maybe he truly thought himself a warrior, and thus joined the fight to help his fellow brothers-in-arms.

Whatever the reason, Wade had put himself in harm’s way to keep Tails safe.

And it had cost him his life.

He had died in Knuckles’ arms.

His apprentice. His friend.

Gone.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

He should have been faster. Stronger. He should have protected not only Tails, but Wade as well. Humans weren’t like him and his brothers. They were more vulnerable, physically. An attack that he or the hedgehog could easily shake off could be . . . had been . . . devastating to a human.

Why hadn’t he considered that before? Why had he never thought about how much weaker humans were? They weren’t as strong, that was a given, but their bodies were just so . . . weak. Fragile. Delicate. One good blow and they’d crumble.

He was a fool to have missed that.

The song ended and another began, the last on the CD—“KnuxJammerz01”. Wade had drawn little pictures and words on the front of the label, little cartoons of himself and Knuckles, smiling and rocking out to little musical notes around them. The little drawn echidna wore dark glasses, and it had made Knuckles laugh when he’d seen it the first time.

His throat tightened again, and he swallowed hard.

He wanted to stop the CD. This was the last song, and then there was one more recording before it would loop back to the beginning. He didn’t want to hear that recording. It hurt too much.

He shouldn’t have trained him. Shouldn’t have gotten close to him. Shouldn’t have become best friends and gone bowling once a week and met his family and learned to have fun and enjoyed the music Wade had shown him.

If none of that had happened, Wade would still be here.

Guilt ate at Knuckles, and he didn’t understand it.

Wade fell in battle. That was the greatest honor a warrior could receive. Wade should—theoretically—be in the Great Battlefield in the Sky, alongside the other warriors from Knuckles’ tribe. (He supposed. He wasn’t clear on what kind of afterlife Wade’s religion spoke of.) Knuckles should be happy for Wade, proud of him for his bravery and valor. Wade fell protecting others and fighting a great evil. He performed admirably and honorably when the situation was dire.

That was all Knuckles knew.

You live, you fight, you die. That’s what his tribe had taught him. And that’s what he had taught Wade.

That was life.

. . .

But that’s not what Wade had taught him.

Wade taught him to live. To find things in life that brought happiness. To celebrate the little things. To enjoy things like bowling and music and mini golf. Things that would seem silly to a warrior, but that had been . . . fun. Knuckles always had fun with Wade. And the universe didn’t seem so hard and dangerous for a while.

The song ended, and a knot tightened in Knuckles’ chest, right behind his ribs. He closed his eyes, almost steeling himself for the last track on the CD.

"Hey, hey! You're listening to W.A.D.E, Wade radio and these go out to a very special little red dude who taught me to find my own strength. You’re the best space echidna I’ve ever known, even if you need a little work on your 7/10 splits. Nah, I’m just kidding! Love ya, Knux and I hope you liked the tunes! Until next time, this is Wade, signing off! Later!”

The sound of his friend’s voice made that knot in his chest tighter, twisting it painfully as his throat constricted. He swallowed, tasting tears.

No. No. He should be happy that Wade got to prove himself in battle. Proud of him. That’s what all warriors aspire for.

. . . right?

So why did he feel so horrible? Why did his chest feel like someone was standing on it? Why did he find no pleasure from the music that used to make him happy? Why did just hearing Wade’s voice make him want to scream and cry and break things?

The discman whirred softly, and the first song started again.

Suddenly angry, Knuckles moved to turn it off, but his large mitts made him clumsy. The discman slipped from his hand, hitting the slant of the roof and sliding toward the edge.

“NO!” he cried, lunging for it before it could go over, but he was too slow. He watched as the device slipped over the edge of the roof, yanking the headphones from his dreads. It fell, landing on the cement below with a gut churning CRUNCH.

Knuckles crawled to the edge of the roof, looking down at the shattered device below. He couldn’t tell from this angle if the CD itself was damaged.

His throat tightened. If the CD was broken, he’d never hear Wade’s voice again. It was his only copy.

The anger that had been a little flash a moment ago roared into a blazing fire now.

This was wrong. All of it. Wade shouldn’t be gone. He shouldn’t be feeling so terrible. Everything should still be like it was a week ago.

It wasn’t fair. He’d survived for over 10 years by himself out in the galaxy and never once cried or felt like his chest was about to collapse and suffocate him like it did now.

He felt like a child again. After his tribe had fallen.

After his father had fallen.

No. He would not think of that.

Only he had, and now that old grief came up to mix with his new. The pain in his chest grew tenfold, and he felt like he was drowning.

Knuckles gasped in a few shallow breaths, before pushing them out in a loud, almost primal scream. He turned, running the length of the roof, before jumping down and heading for his homemade obstacle course.

Training. He needed to train. To get his mind off this and become stronger. So this never, ever, ever happened again.

~X~X~X~

Hours later.

Knuckles moved through his course again, running and jumping and swinging through the dangerous platforms. He’d lost count how many times he’d completed it today. He simply wanted that tight feeling in his chest, that ache, to go away.

It wasn’t working.

He was getting tired, and his movements became more sloppy. His timing was off, resulting in scratches and bruises he would have easily avoided in the past.

His patience was also gone. When he mistimed a jump and got a face full of tree, he growled, pulling his fist back and delivering a blow that exploded it to splinters.

That wouldn’t be the only casualty of his temper.

Shortly before sunset, his obstacle course more closely resembled a demolition zone. Every trap, every challenge, every barrier in his carefully constructed course was destroyed. Now he focused on the large boulders that surrounded the course, pounding and punching and shattering them one-by-one in an attempt to soothe his grief and sorrow.

Every punch left a shower of dust and pebbles.

But did nothing to lessen his pain.

He grunted and growled and gnashed his teeth. He drew on his power and destroyed anything within reach. He pounded the ground, sending shockwaves through the Earth, confusing seismologists for the foreseeable future.

But still that pain remained.

He threw another boulder across three miles, and turned to scream toward the heavens.

“WHY? Why does my chest ache as though a hole has opened inside it? Why am I not more proud he fell with honor in battle? Why . . . why . . .”

He paused, breathing hard and almost deflating as all the tension ran out of him.

“I miss him.” He spoke softly, his voice sounding much younger than his age. “I miss my friend.”

The admission was like a dam had broken. All the guilt, all the grief, all the sorrow and loneliness slammed into him, pushing that knot up into his throat and forcing out a sob. Knuckles slapped a hand over his mouth, and fell to his knees as tears flooded his eyes.

Warriors don’t cry. He hadn’t cried since that day, way back when his tribe fell.

But no matter how much he scolded himself, he could not stop. More sobs echoed in the quiet forest, and tears dripped down his snout, dripping onto the forest floor beneath him. He cried for his lost tribe. And he cried for his lost father.

And as the stars winked into the sky above him, Knuckles the Echidna, the most dangerous warrior in the galaxy, cried for his lost friend.

~~~

I don't have a full story figured out with this, but I have a few other scenes rolling through my head, one from Callie's pov. If anyone's interested in more, lemme know and I'll continue.

[preciadosbass]

30/7/24 [draft from yesterday, again]

woke up at 9 and didn’t end up going back to sleep because my parents kept on talking about how i couldn’t as my provision/keyworker’s coming round. i know i usually get sleep, even if it’s in small amounts, but i never feel like i do. i scrolled through a few pictures of patrick stump until i had breakfast. i honestly felt so exhausted today following how my sleep and eating is at the moment.

my provision [person i have to see instead of going to school] came round almost immediately after i got up so i got dressed listening to escape the fate and then i obviously have to see her. i was about to say good morning to boris on the driveway when she pulled up so i ran off into the living room and waited for her to come in. i think she could tell that i was not having it today so we just awkwardly played uno for an hour. it’s hard to explain stuff like this without sounding ungrateful, i know it’s better than being at school, AND i know it makes me sound stupid, but i’m so scared of her. i really don’t like having to see her.

after she left i went outside and cuddled boris. he was literally the most affectionate id ever seen him in the four years we’ve had him. he usually just goes back and forth and brushes his head on me but today he wouldn’t leave me alone [in the best way.] i took a few videos of him rolling around on the floor and being playful because he’s just too cute. after being out with him for around 35 minutes i went back inside and finished watching tv from yesterday.

my dad came into my room at some point with something behind his back and i assumed it was some weird ass bug because he does tend to hand me stuff like that a lot. i didn’t believe that whatever it was wasn’t alive so i looked away and he put it behind my pillow and walked out. turned out it was a FALL OUT BOY CD!!! he got a deal on ebay and thought he might aswell get me something he knew i like. i love him so much.

after talking to my dad about fall out boy i went back to my room and carried on watching tv. while doing so i made another collage [shown at the end]. i’m not entirely happy with it but i knew it’d be a little iffy as i don’t have anything too interesting to stick into my book. i also didn’t have enough receipts/stickers [etc] to finish it anyways, but at least i liked making it.

i watched tv up until 4 when started collecting pictures of chris drew and other people like that to print out sometime, and then at some point i went upstairs to play roblox with my sister as we haven’t had one to one time in ages — or time together whatsoever for that matter. we played pierce the veil obby, natural disaster and fashion famous. it was really nostalgic playing roblox again.

my phone battery got low so i went back downstairs to the driveway and cuddled boris for like 30/40 minutes. mum came back from shopping so i had a couple grapes and watched a few videos on roller coaster crashes. after that i went on a walk with my mum to this abandoned well i haven’t been to since like 2018. [couple of pics also at end, the rest are at my insta @//iloveechicheng]

when i got home i looked for boris at his favourite spot [perched under my dads car] and when he wasn’t there i momentarily freaked out and as i looked up i noticed him on the windowsill looking out at me from the kitchen?? he’s literally never sat on a windowsill, at least not to my knowledge.. it was so cute OMGG

at this point it was about 9:30 so i stayed awake for as long as i could until i had a 20 minute nap and then went up to my parents to ask them questions about boris because they were still awake [1am i think]. we didn’t argue as we were all just so tired. afterwards i went downstairs intending to have another 20 minute nap but i woke up at 2 so i rushed to say goodnight to boris before i fell asleep again.

* ignore how weird the collage looks, i had to blur out most of the stuff on the receipts

have a good day/night -_<

[spectralquartzafterdark]

Three way between Rosie , Bee and Jules?? Maybe human or bot Jules 👀👀👀 or even better Starscream getting his three way 🥹

I can do some Jeweltone and Rosie Content! Have Fun. TW: Light Bondage, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Petplay, Over Stimulation. and there's a mirror involved.

“Man, frag your parents. I don’t know why they give you such a hard time.” Jeweltone spoke through the radio as they pulled into the garage.

“Because, I’m not falling for their manipulation. That’s why. I should be able to say I’m taken without question.” Rosie groaned as she rested her head on the steering wheel, “Fuck the holidays.”

Rosie looked at the time and sighed as she stepped out of the purple ‘69 mustang. She adjusted her dress and sighed as her mech companion transformed. She heard Jeweltone get situated on the garage floor and turned to them. It was clear the visit to her parents caused her more distress than she let on.

“Come here. I don’t think they’re worth the Energon anymore. We don’t have to visit unless it’s life or death okay?” They said as their optics looked at their human companion, “And I encourage you to say no from here on out.”

“Yea…” she said as she walked over to Jeweltone who scooped her up into their servos, “Just it’s hard. Living out here family is all you have. Blood or chosen and I don’t have much of either…”

“Trust me, I know all about that. Giant Robot.” they chuckled as they pulled her against their chassis, “But, your boundaries and mental health mean more than anything okay?”

Rosie nodded in defeat and just sighed as she let Jeweltone keep her close for the moment. She could feel her phone buzz in the pocket of her dress, but she didn’t care. She was done with today, in fact she quit. Whatever happened would happen and she wasn’t emotionally attached to the outcome.

Jeweltone’s fuel pump was pounding, they knew what they wanted to ask… but knew that this moment might not be the right time. All they wanted to do was spoil her. They reminisced about what their plans were going to be when they had returned home. A buzz vibrated in their circuits for a moment. That wasn’t important, right now just being here was. That didn’t stop the inevitable loop their circuits was trying to throw them into. Rosie’s body being so close, so warm, so soft had only made matters worse. When she pressed back into them their engine revved.

“Oh, my Primus I’m so sorry.” they exclaimed, “I didn’t scare you did I?”

Rosie just stared at them for a moment before she laughed, “No, I’m fine. But, what has you so worked up?”

“I was… uh…” Their optics looked to the side in embarrassment as they clenched their dentae, “Thinking about what our plans had been if things went well.”

“What made you think those were canceled?” She quirked a brow shifting to face them, “Hm?”

“Ah… well…” She was so close, and their bipedal cord felt hot, “The stress of that interaction would’ve turned me off from any premade plans.”

Jeweltone watched as Rosie rubbed her head for a moment. Had they said something wrong? They felt her shift out of their grasp and watched intently. She made sure the garage doors were locked. Windows closed and blocked out. Her steps were quick – what on earth was she planning to do? Then they watched as she pulled out a small tool kit. It seemed run down and had some stickers on it. Their optics scanned it and it was then everything clicked into place.

“Unless I directly say it’s off the table… assume the plans are still valid Jeweltone.” she smiled, “And after that fiasco. Honestly, I think I want the attention. We could go as far as you’d like tonight too. With your real body, not that Holoform. It’s not as… mmm.”

“Satisfying, heh. I agree. But, are you sure?” They asked.

“Yes, just I think I need the mental reset. I’m not feeling great about myself right now.” she admitted.

“I can fix that.” they scooped her up again and kissed her gently, “And I may not need to mass shift my entire body~” they felt her body shudder, of course she’d have a size kink.

Jeweltone shifted in the berth if one could call it that. Both parties had fooled around before, but it hadn’t quite gotten past digit and glossa play. Jeweltone had been too worried about hurting their partner. And the holoform was a mess. They couldn’t hold concentration during interfacing. This would be their first time beyond foreplay. But, they had something special in mind. If her self esteem was that low they knew a way to break it and fast. Just thinking about it made their spike strain against their panels.

Jeweltone was slow to work her up. Idly kissing her and letting their large servos roam that soft body of hers. Their favorite part had to be those ungodly soft inner thighs. One day they’d ask to just use them, but, for now they had other plans. They could hear her soft moans. They ran two of their digits between her legs and felt how soaked her panties already were. When she said she wanted attention she wasn’t joking clearly.

“How much do you want this?” they asked.

“You have no idea. Thinking about this is probably why I stayed sane.” she moaned softly as she rutted against their digits.

“Good, just… let me take care of you okay? You do enough for me. And I’m not having another incident.” Jeweltone purred, “Now, go ahead and take off your clothes.”

They set her down and went to the wall across from them and pulled out a mirror that Rosie hadn’t quite yet put up. They were going to make her see how beautiful she was. They grabbed the small tool box and went back to the berth. The garage was small, but thankfully it was going to work in their favor.

“Jeweltone, what’s the mirror for?” Rosie asked cautiously.

“You’ll see.” They said carefully holding her hands and doing a small twirl, had she really been wearing that lingerie set all day? “So, that’s why your routine took 3 hours today.”

“Mmmm not like you complain.” she teased.

“Never. Pull out what you need from the kit. We’ll set it on the shelf. It’ll be easier to grab.” They said.

Rosie nodded knowing that meant Jeweltone was serious about this particular session. Jeweltone watched her trying to have the courage to let their spike out from behind their panels. When they noticed her fiddling with something any bashfulness went away. Their panel retracted in full, they knew what she was up to. They admired all her soft curves and how the lace and bands moved across her frame. It was unfair really, how they couldn’t just bury themself in between all of those soft crevices. Though they were broken out of their thoughts as their eyes wandered up and noted that she had gone a little above and beyond of what they expected. Nipple chain perfect for tugging and a little collar? That was cute.

“Perfect.” was all they said before they scooped her up into their servos again.

Positioning was the issue now. Figuring out how to hold her in such a way that her body was completely visible in the mirror. Eventually they found the perfect spot. Immediately, they felt her fuel pump start pounding. They chuckled and pressed a kiss to her face panel.

“You’ve bamboozled yourself going beyond what I expect.” they tease, “Look at you~”

“L-listen I…” she yelped as they were shifted once more.

“Oh, this is going to be fun sweetspark. And now I don’t have to be human sized to play with these.” they tugged at the chain, “Frag, imagine is one was hooked to your Spike Node.”

“F-frag.” she moaned, “D-don’t tease too much.”

“I won’t.” they tugged again and groaned at the sight, “Now, I want you to watch yourself. Understood?”

“Yes.” she said, she knew what they were up to, but knew arguing wouldn’t do a bit of good in this situation.

“Good, I will make sure you physically see how beautiful you are and how you make me feel.” they managed to win the fight against a tiny tube and applied some sensitizer to her node.

It was perhaps a bit too much, but they would use it to their advantaged as they slowly rubbed it in and around her valve. They watched in the mirror as her node finally came to attention, she really was shy tonight. Usually, it didn’t take this long.

“Look at that. Your valve’s already dripping for me and your spike node is at full attention just from applying that sensitizer.” they boasted as their servos spread her just slightly to show off the lubricant, “Mmm, but truthfully I was straining against my panel for you a few hours ago. Watching you set a boundary and protect it mmm… this? Is only a bonus~”

They took her node between their fingers and squeezed. A small yelp of pleasure escaped her chest as Jeweltone began to stroke it up and down. At one point she tried to look away, but they were able to keep her focus on the mirror. They moved their digits over her frame complimenting each soft part of her. Each scar. Each section of stretch marks. All while playing with her node. They could feel it twitching between their fingers and quickly pulled away.

They couldn’t let her overload just yet. They turned her head and kissed her for a moment of reprieve. Only to move to tug on that chain again with their free servo. They nipped at her and she did the same in turn. It was clumsy and sweet, but they could feel her body melting into their touch. Jeweltone pulled away and moved her face to look at the mirror again.

“Now, whose the most beautiful human I know?” they asked.

“Me.” she managed to breath.

“Good, and who do I love?” They asked again.

“Me.” she chuckled and smiled.

“Good, don’t forget that ever. My conjunx. Mine.” they kissed her face again digits looming over her dripping valve before one dipped into her.

It was a tight fit at first. It seemed she had tensed up, but Jeweltone took that as a hint they should have warned her. As their digit moved in and out of her it didn’t take long for the other to slip in naturally. They smirked at their work admiring the scene in-front of them. The mirror was a good idea. They’d have to do this more often. Though admittedly their Spike was starting to ache and getting harder to ignore.

“Frag, please… I need your Spike.” she whined.

“Just a little more. I want to make sure you can take it without a problem.” they assured her.

“A-alright. Just, fuck I want to be full of you already.” she sighed softly another moan escaped her as Jeweltone played with the chain.

“I know. And I’m going to make sure you’re so stuffed that you’ll be worried about being pregnant.” they teased.

“Mmm sure about that? That’s an awfully big promise.” she cooed.

“I’m sure.” Their fingers dug further into her and caused her back to arch and hips pressed onto their fingers more.

Jeweltone kept their digits burried in her fragging her until she came close to another overload and quickly pulled away. They shifted their position and rubbed their spike against her valve and node. They made sure to cause as much friction as possible wanting to see her face in the mirror. Their spike luminated as they slowly slipped inside. They moaned as they felt how soft she was. No wonder Mirage liked humans so much. They were so soft and warm. They took a moment to pulled out and used the fluid from their poor ignored valve to lubricate themself. They once again thrusted into her with far more ease.

“Primus, look at you. I bottomed out without an issue. Frag.” they said as they placed a servo around her waist and watched their light ever so slightly come through her flesh.

“I-i told you I could take it ages ago.” her voice was cracking and breaking. It was almost song like as her hips moved and tried to take more of their partner.

“Mmm, no.” the held her still, “I’m taking care of you remember. Let me do the work.”

“F-frag okay.” she whined. She wanted to move so badly, “Please, move? It feels so good already.”

“As you wish.” they smirked.

Jeweltone wasn’t inexperienced. With humans maybe, but other bots. Not so much. And humans weren’t that different so they knew how to angle themself. Once they found that perfect spot they went to work. Struts thrusted into their partner like their life depended on it. They watched as her body rippled and moved, fuel pump almost vibrating at the sight. Their servos moved to keep her steady as the other pulled on that delicious chain. Though at this position it wasn’t the most practical and they had to chose where to put their energy. They let go of it and opted for something a little closer. Her node that had been twitching for some time. They took it between their digits and let their rhythm take care of any motion that was needed.

Their systems were starting to over heat. The room was starting to get hotter and they could see the sweat that beaded up on Rosie. It made her glisten like a jewel. It made them want to see her overload even more.

“Come on, cum for me.” they moaned into her ear, “Show much how much you want this.”

“Mmm… trying please a little rougher.” she asked softly clearly struggling with her body.

Jeweltone knew what had to be done. They bent them both over ever so slightly their body almost overshadowing theirs, but still visible in the mirror. If they had been any bigger she’d be their personal cocksleeve. With this position brought a new development. A slight bulge could be seen in Rosie. Jeweltone almost rolled their optics at that delicious sight. They took a moment to regain themselves before they picked up pace again. Her body felt so good against theirs it was driving them wild. Their engine revved louder and louder and caused their vibration mod to kick in. And that was all it took for her to break.

“F-frag I’m gonna!!” her last soft squeak before her body gave into Jeweltones demand.

She overloaded. Hard. She could barely think straight from how strong it was. Her body was squeezing Jeweltone’s spike so tightly that they felt their other mod kick in. After two more thrusts they could no longer pull from her valve as they overloaded. Their voice box distorting as they cried out her name. They could only manage soft I love yous as both parties came down from their high. Jeweltone had to carefully sit both of them back up. They both looked in the mirror and they smirked. There was definitely a noticeable bump. They hadn’t lost their touch after all.

They kissed her gently and smiled as their systems began to cool off.

“Are you okay?” They asked.

“Mmhmm… y-you’re stuck.” she pointed out.

“Y-yea… sorry about that. Usually I can control that mod… but -”

“Don’t worry about it. It feels really good.” she admitted, node still twitching.

“Mmm greedy little thing I don’t think your body is done.” They smirked.

They couldn’t do much else until their knot mod reconfigured itself. So, they decided to see if they could coax out one more overload from Rosie. They rubbed her node in circles, pinching and working it much like before. Hearing her whines. She was oversensitive right now. But, her poor node was so swollen they couldn’t jut ignore it. So, they kept it up idly. Carefully playing with it until finally they felt her fall back into their chassis crying out literal tears of pleasure as she overloaded again. Squeezing their spike much harder and longer. Over and over. Almost like a chain.

“F-frag, Jeweltone!” She pushed against their hand, “T-too much gonna FRAG.” she sobbed as she overloaded again enough to push Jeweltone’s spike from her body with a pop.

“Primus, I didn’t know you could do that. Frag… I want to set aside a full day now. Just to tease you.” They admitted as their spike finally depressurized and they retracted it back into their panel.

“Mmm… later…” she sobbed softly taking off the nipple clamps and chain and throwing them to the side. She clearly wasn’t going to risk another round.

Jeweltone smirked seeing their transfluid dripping from her valve. They took a few digits and shoved as much as they could back into her. Rosie giggled and looked to them via the mirror.

“What was I upset about earlier?” She asked.

“Absolutely nothing.” Jeweltone laughed and held her closer, “But now… I think we both need baths.”

[only-freaking-sunflowers]

Why I didn’t actually hate my shitty job?

Just a wee blog post amongst all the Eurovision flooding your dash right now. Sponsored by Uber Eats, Google Sheets, and Neurodivergency. 

I’ll keep this as brief as possible. LOL jk I probably won’t, let’s be honest. 

At the end of December, I started working for a local music school. You know, the kind that teaches kids to play the piano or the guitar, or (unfortunately) the violin. (I’m surprised at how many people think it’s cool that I worked at a music school, idk what they’re picturing? It wasn’t that cool.)

And no, this is not at all where I pictured myself, or at all what I went to school for. It just beat going back to the mall, cause working retail kicked my ASS.  

And here’s exactly the thing. This place– while absolutely laden with the kind of bullshit that only small businesses run by a Gen-X white man with an inflated ego are– did not kick my ass. On the day to day, it was actually quite pleasant to be there. And best of all, it was neurodivergent friendly.

What I mean by that is that I got quiet time at the start of my day to ease into things before the kids arrived, drink coffee and answer emails, not to mention that my day started at 12:30pm which is freaking fantastic for my sleep-wake delay. The music teachers, the coworkers I had physically around me everyday (other admin staff, like me, I only ever saw over Zoom, I was the only admin in my location) were lovely people who made the environment really fun. I’m not a kids person really, but I saw the kids in brief passings while they waited for their teacher to be ready for them or their parent to come pick them up. I let them draw on the windows and always had a stocked basket of stickers, so I gained my cool status twice over. I got to run pretty much all the creative aspects of the studio– I wrote on the windows in chalk markers, I decorated the whiteboards, I hung streamers and holiday decor, not to mention learning how to use Canva so I could make our social medias pretty and engaging. And I got to be surrounded my music and creativity all day. 

And I didn’t take it too seriously. It’s music lessons, it’s supposed to be fun. This isn’t a law firm or a hospital, it’s a music school. We’re in the business of letting kids have fun and foster a love for a music and creative expression, the same love that I have.

I felt love for this place and I wanted everyone else to, as well. If you haven’t been able to tell yet, I lead from love, always.

Sometimes I let the mundane tasks slip, I’ll admit. I didn’t take the trash out when it was raining. I didn’t always clean the toilets. Sometimes the phone calls waited until I could muster the energy to talk to a stranger over the phone (but they always got done).

This place definitely had its problems. So many problems. As I said, so much bullshit that only a place like this could have. And our management/staffing structure was.... abhorrent. I had a lot of piling responsibilities, being the only admin staff to work there full-time. We didn’t have a kitchen or a break room, or a fire alarm... or much of anything at all. Let’s not even start on the surveillance issue.

I should’ve run from this place way sooner.

But I liked it there.

No one really gets why. And that’s okay. I’ve had to justify it a few times over the past two weeks– as two and a half weeks ago, I was abruptly fired, and I’ve had to say to people in my life that yes, I worked in a hurricane but specifically I worked in the eye, so it was actually kind of pleasant to be there, even if it was a disaster.

I just texted my favourite coworker cause I remembered her birthday. She turns the big 3-0 today. She said she hopes I’m well and she misses working with me. I never got to say goodbye to her, even though she was the last person I talked to before I got fired, we were making plans for advertising the summer recital as we walked out to our cars at the end of the night. Then I got fired in the morning before she got to work. 

This nagging non-hatred of the job, however shitty it really was, really muddles with the righteous anger of being fired. So I had to put these words somewhere. Apparently Tumblr is useful for more than shitposting and gifsets, huh.

Anyway I’ve applied for 15 jobs this past week so God give me the strength.

[out-and-aboot-eh]

Day 13 - Tofino to Victoria

It wasn’t the best start to the day when I discovered there had been a suncream explosion in one of my bags, but after a quick clean up and some eggy bread coated in maple syrup (sorry heart) I was back on track. We had a fair amount of miles to cover before we reached Victoria, so off we went making a few stops along the way, but nothing major of note. Other than to ‘Old Town Bakery’ where I got a sarny for lunch and G opted for a cinnamon bun the size of her head. She did share a bit of it with me, but it was so tasty I have no doubt she could have forced it down on her own! We also went to a visitor centre and by the time we realised there was a more interesting discovery centre across the road it was almost time to go! Google Maps informed us there was a bit of traffic on our route, so we wouldn’t be getting to Victoria as early as planned.

But before we could head to Victoria, we had to go pitch up our tents. I didn’t catch the official name but I’d hazard a guess at Redneck Camp Site. Some of our party weren’t all that impressed with the facilities, but as a novice camper I was happy for somewhere to crash for the night! We were given half an hour to get our tents up and be back on the bus. There were several outfit changes and make up bags flying around and that was just me! By the time we arrived in Victoria it was too late to visit the museum, which G was most disappointed about, but we couldn’t have got here any quicker, so it’s more an issue with the itinerary and will be reported in the feedback I’m sure! There was a lot of activity around the fisherman’s wharf, including a live band and a bit of pow wow for the local ‘American’ football team, the British Columbia Lions.

Instead of wallowing in our grief at the lack of culture we had planned to absorb, we went for a walk around the park, which may not have been as informative, but had beauty and charm of its own. There were totem polls, patches of plush grass for chilling out, lakes and fountains, lots of vibrant flower beds and exotic plants, various sporting activities and even peacocks and black squirrels. We opted for a trail that took us as far as the beach front via the world’s tallest totem pole - wouldn’t have seen that in the museum! We headed back via some of the tackier souvenir shops we’ve seen out here until Mikaela mentioned one that contained items made from local businesses, in which Georgie picked up some stickers for her journal.

We rendezvoused at a restaurant by the name of Frankie’s Modern Diner, which had an excellent selection on offer as well as good Whitehouse size portions (like most of the places we’ve eaten at to be fair!) Their only downfall was the lack of apple cider! I opted for a bbq chicken burger and upgraded the sides to poutine (the best I’ve had so far I think, sorry Chief!) and G went for Parmesan chicken with a fettuccini in a cream sauce and vegetables (and very nice it was too she tells me!) As this was to be our final dinner we presented Megan with a thank you card and a combined tip from all of us, which should be enough for a new pair of crocs!

Despite it being our last night the spirits were high as we went for a little stroll around the wharf to take a few sunset photos and then a group picture over by the Canada sign, which wasn’t as easy as it sounds! Firstly lots of people are taking pictures so you have to wait for your chance to jump in, secondly the sign is lit up, meaning those stood around it or in front of it may be blurred out depending on the phone and who’s taking the photo! After a bit of trial and error we eventually got one that was half decent, but I think the crap ones are far better for comical effect!

Whilst waiting for Little Fingers to attend a little business (after some how demolishing a huge sea food linguine) we were approached by a gentleman from Guernsey no less as he recognised a couple of British accents coming from our direction. It turns out he was there for marine research and couldn’t recommend the BC museum enough (salt in the wound!) saying it was even much better than the Natural History museum! After pulling Georgie back from hearing any more about the museum that never was, we jumped back in the minibus and headed back to Redneck Campsite, for a final sleep in our tents!

Georgie’s highlight of the day: Cinnamon bun and the flowers in the park!

[negasonicimagines]

Afraid / Part 11: An Unwavering Flame

The White Queen coordinates a surprise attack against you. You meet a friend of Wade’s.

You brush nothingness off the skirt of your dress as you anxiously wait for Miss Frost at the reservation stand. Damn her, she’s late on purpose, you know it. 

“It’s been a while since we’ve been here,” Eloise comments. You rode here with her upon her insistence that her hatchback sedan would be a safer choice for the big city roads. It was a quiet ride, neither of you liking small talk. You pretend to be distracted so you don’t get caught in the trap of reminiscing. It’ll only hurt you, and to make matters worse you could slip up and recall something that she doesn’t. 

That dress is so pretty. I understand why Levi doesn’t dress like this more often, but I’m with Miss Frost on this one. She looks… Darling. 

Eloise’s thoughts have plagued your mind since the two of you met up this morning. She needs some practice shielding her thoughts. Of course, she looks like a rockstar in her suit/t-shirt combo, but you don’t let her hear that — it’s an unfair comparison to make, but you’re still frustrated nonetheless. 

The hostess puts down the phone with a sigh, waving the two of you over. 

“Ladies, it looks like Miss Frost won’t be able to make it today. She has insisted that you two stay and take advantage of the reservation, though. Her card is already on file, so you won’t have to worry about the bill, either,” the hostess informs you.

“Um… Okay,” Eloise replies. “Are you down for that?”

“Sure, why not? It’s a free meal at one of the nicest restaurants in town. Who could turn that down?” You, not wanting to be alone with her in an intimate setting like this. That’s who. 

But you don’t turn it down. You’re like a moth to a flame. You can’t let yourself be consumed by her, but you want to be as close as possible. 

“Follow me, then,” the hostess replies brightly, grabbing two menus and guiding you to a corner booth in the back. 

You both look over the menus. 

“It’s not going to bother you if I get a mimosa or two, is it?” you ask. 

“No, it’s her money and I’m driving either way. Get five for all I care.”

You nod.  

“I didn’t mean that- I mean, I wasn’t trying to be rude.”

“I didn’t take it that way. It’s annoying that she stood us up like this, especially since I’m supposed to go to the optometrist with her this afternoon.”

“Really? How’d she get you to agree to that?” she wonders.

“She’s going to play nice with Cheryl.”

“Sounds like a bargain, then,” Eloise remarks. 

“Yeah, but I’m sure she’ll come up with some other way I need to repay her later, especially considering she’s missing brunch.”

“I can’t believe I ever envied you.”

“To be fair, I am getting a free meal and medical care. It’s just on her terms. I think I’ll get this bagel casserole with bacon. What about you?”

“The vegan crepes.”

“Oh, those do look good. A little sweet for my taste.”

“That’s right, you don’t like chocolate. I’d forgotten that.”

You’re not sure how she’d remember. The way she found out was a memory you’d erased completely. 

“Who’d you make your valentine for?” Eloise asked one afternoon after the two of you returned to your dorm after school. You two were in different class blocks for art – yesterday was Eloise’s, today you had yours. This year, you made origami boxes, the paper itself having a note written on it while the box was filled with different goodies provided by the school, as well as anything you as a student could provide that would fit.

“You, actually. I hope that’s not weird, I just didn’t feel like I knew anyone else well enough to give them one,” you awkwardly admitted. You filled hers with gum and stickers, two of her favorite things.

“No, it’s cool. I made mine for you, too. Wanna trade early?”

“Sure,” you replied. You gave her hers, and she unfolded it carefully to reveal the items as well as your notes. 

“Thank you,” she said, before adding in regards to the note: “I appreciate your friendship, too.”

You opened yours next. Truffles and a silver locket around the size of a nickel. 

“It’s, uh… It’s just something I had laying around. I never wear it, but I thought you might like it,” she clarified quickly. 

Y/N, 

You’re probably gonna get a lot of these, but whatever, mine’s cooler because I drew all over it instead of being lazy and just covering it in glitter. Happy Valentine’s Day. You’re a great friend. I don’t say that enough. I really care about you and I hope you enjoy the stuff I put in here. 

Sincerely, 

Eloise

P.S. You’re still allowed to call me that, but maybe don’t do it so much in public. It’s starting to catch on. You’re the only one allowed to.

You smiled. 

“Thank you, Eloise.”

“Go on, have one,” she said, chewing the gum rather proudly. 

“I’d rather save them for later,” you replied, shaking your head. 

“I once watched you finish a bag of saltwater taffy on the way back from the store Miss Frost bought them for you from. Since when did you learn restraint when it comes to candy?”

“Oh, well, um…”

“You don’t like chocolate,” she realizes quickly. “Damn, I’m sorry.”

“Hey, no, it’s okay, there’s no way you would’ve known. It’s the thought that counts, and besides, this locket is really pretty.”

“How’d you know?” you wonder, but you regret it instantly as she racks her brain trying to figure it out. 

“I’m not sure,” she admits. “I just know.”

You close your menu as the waitress approaches.

“What can I get you ladies to drink?” she asks.

“I’ll have a mimosa. You?”

“Just a Coke, thanks.”

“Thank you. I’ll be back shortly to take your orders.”

“So… Our second date already,” Eloise jokes. You chuckle, hoping it doesn’t sound too bitter. “Jokes aside, I’ve enjoyed hanging out with you these past couple of days. We should hang out more often. What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I have to teach at 10 and 2… Then there’s a swim meet at 3:30… After that, I’m supposed to grab dinner with Wade and Vanessa. Well, if Vanessa still wants to stick around after I talk to her.”

“Oh, wow. Shouldn’t that be Wade’s job?”

“I volunteered. I thought it might be easier coming from me. I met her before, when I was looking for him. I didn’t tell her who I was, I just pretended to be an intern for the P.I. I was working with… But she liked me. Maybe she can still like me, or at least tolerate me.”

“I’ve met her a few times. She’ll love you, I know it.”

“You think so?”

God, she’s so cute. I’ve never had such a strong urge to hug someone in my life. Maybe if I talk to her about my stepmom, she’ll feel better? 

“Totally. I was nervous about meeting my stepmom… I mean, my parents divorced because my dad was cool with me being a mutant and my mom wasn’t, so I was really worried about ruining another relationship for him. It turned out that she’s a mutant, too, and bi, so I felt a lot safer coming out. She can talk to animals. She’s the one who inspired me to become vegan – she never forced it on me or anything like that, though. We’re really close. She even went to Xavier’s.”

You already know all that, but she doesn’t know you do. 

“That’s nice,” you reply, nodding in understanding. 

“Okay, Negasonic, I was gonna leave you alone, since you’re clearly on a date, but am I right that you guys are talking about Vanessa being this girl’s stepmom? As in, Wade is her dad?” a woman you’ve never seen before in your life asks as she approaches the table. You hadn’t even noticed her, so focused on Eloise. 

You do a quick skim. Neena Thurman, AKA Domino, worked with Deadpool in the now-disbanded X-Force, thinks he’s nice but incredibly immature, not to mention crazy. She’s a mutant with the ability to manipulate probabilities. Cool. 

“He’s my biological father. I was adopted.”

“Thank goodness! Wait, nevermind, you’re Leviathan! Holy shit, I didn’t even recognize you,” she responds, looking at you with fascination. That’s almost worse than an angry stare. 

“We’re not on a date,” Eloise clarifies, blushing. 

“We got stood up by our former academic advisor. Her card’s on file, though, so she told us to take advantage of the reservation,” you explain. 

“So, your former academic advisor set you two up on a date,” Neena surmises. 

“Surely not. I’m in love with someone else.”

“Not to mention, I just broke up with Yukio, like, the night before last.”

“Right, right…” Neena says. “Well, you two look really cute together. You might wanna give it a shot one day. I’ll leave you alone now.” She heads back to her seat, clearly in the middle of some sort of meeting. 

“Jesus,” Ellie sighs. “Birds of a feather, I guess.”

The waitress returns with your drinks, getting your orders and your menus before leaving once more. 

“But we probably do look pretty cute together. That’s a nice dress.”

“Miss Frost likes it when I dress like this, too.”

“It suits you. But if you don’t like it, you shouldn’t wear it.”

“I don’t think I know what I like,” you admit. “Nothing makes sense anymore.”

“If you’re saying that, I should be scared.”

“No, just… I went from being completely alone to having… Everything I ever wanted and more,” you confess. You’re developing a good relationship with your biological parents, Logan’s back, Eloise is by your side again, the operation is in the best shape it’s ever been, the foster program is coming to fruition… You’re even making amends with Miss Frost. 

“Really? Even without her?”

“She’s happy. I want that for her.”

“That makes sense.”

“What about you, Ellie? Are you happy? I mean, Yukio aside?” you pretend to wonder. 

“Yeah. At this point, it feels like a weight off my shoulders. I didn’t realize how forced everything was until… Well, until I heard you talk about that girl, to be honest. Loving her comes as naturally to you as breathing. I didn’t realize it was supposed to be like that.”

“I think it’s a mix. The initial spark isn’t a choice. Tending the fire is. But if a fire takes too much fuel, especially from just one person, it’s best to part ways,” you share. 

“Well said,” Eloise agrees. “And I think it’s really beautiful that you’re still tending to the fire in her absence. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it one day.”

“Still stuck on that, aren’t you?” you ask. Her preoccupation with ‘the girl’ is concerning, but it makes sense considering she’s developed a crush on you. She wants to know what kind of girl would have someone as powerful as you hopelessly devoted. 

“I think after everything you’ve done and been through, you deserve to be with the person you love most. You better hope I never figure out who it is, ‘cause I’ll tell her right away.”

“And if she runs, screaming?” you half-joke.

“I’ll sic Wade on her,” she retorts with a smirk. You giggle. 

“You’re right, I hope you never find out who it is,” you agree. “...As funny as that mental image is.”

Your food is brought out. 

“Jeez, I forgot about how big some of these meals are. Makes me feel better about the price… And glad we didn’t order an appetizer.”

“Right?” Eloise agrees. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving after all that talking. I usually don’t do that much.”

“Me either.”

“Yet, here we are,” Eloise notes. She’s just so easy to talk to. I want to share everything with her. 

The two of you chow down, sharing your opinions on your respective dishes and chit-chatting about movies, music, and almost everything you already know about her and she doesn’t remember about you.

[akehoshimystar]

Chapter 7

Afterwards, although there was no time to catch a breath, time passed without any major confusion.

Ito: Thank you for your hard work, Kise-san.

Yuzuru: Oh, good work. Doing alright in the kitchen?

Ito: Yes. I'll be free for a while after carrying this, can I help you with anything.

Yuzuru: Thanks for the offer. Then, can I ask you to handle the board again?

There are quite a few stickers that haven't been put on yet...

I've already put them in separate glasses nearby.

Ito: Understood

Ito: (Alright. This is for table C.…. Ah…. C. Found it. Oh, it’s that person, huh.)

Nagisa: ……..

Ito: (……………Hmmm?)

Excuse me. Sorry to have kept you waiting.

Nagisa: Oh. Thank you…. very much

Ito: Here are your seasonal vegetable ravioli and flower potage.

Male Customer: Wow... It’s so beautiful that I couldn’t bring myself to eat it at all.

Ito: (Thank you, I see what you mean. Onda-san doesn’t mess up the plating at all even when he’s busy, he really is something else.)

(He has mastered canapés so perfectly that I doubted my memory of him powdering a flower yesterday...)

In my mind, I nodded in agreement with the man's comments...

Male Customer: Shall we take a photo?

Nagisa: ……..

Male Customer: Nagisa?

Nagisa: ! Oh, sorry. What is it again?

Male Customer: I just thought I'd take a photo of you and the food.

Nagisa: Ah.... Thank you, go ahead.

Male customer: Oh... Yeah?

Ito: .….Then, enjoy. I shall excuse myself.

(... I wouldn't say the atmosphere was bad, but it does feel a bit awkward.)

(He called her “Nagisa”, so that woman must be Enomura-sama, who had reserved the flowers.)

(She was pretty spaced out, or rather, she had her head down the whole time. Is everything alright? They didn’t order dessert, so it's probably about time...)

Yuzuru: [All the food at table C has been served, so please bring the flowers to them after they have finished their meal.]

Riku: [Roger that.]

Ito: (Hmm...)

It’s apparent from a single glance that she hasn’t made much progress with her meal at all. She's still looking down just like before, it's hard to tell from here, but… Anyone could see that she looked nowhere near cheerful.

Ito: …….

(...In any case, it's not something I can do by reading too much into things.)

(What I need to do now is manage the board I am in charge of.)

I shifted my attention from them, who still remained awkward, to the board and concentrated on the task at hand.

After a little while….

Ito: (Okay... That should be every piece. The total updated score….. They’re close, but I guess Kiho-san is just on another level.)

(.…Maybe it’s about time to deliver the flowers?)

I tried not to pay too much attention to that table, but when I looked again, I noticed that one side was empty.

Ito: (Oh, she's not there. Let’s just do it as soon as she comes back.)

(Still… Is it just me or does that customer seem strangely restless for some reason?)

Male customer: !

Ito: (Oops.)

Shortly after our eyes met, he stood up from his seat and walked towards me at a slightly fast pace.

Male Customer: Excuse me, may I confirm if the restroom is over there at the back? Not outside the store, right?

Ito: Yes... Is something wrong?

Male Customer: She just left her seat, but hasn't come back for a while now. She didn’t even take her phone with her...

Ito: (Enomura-san isn't coming back?)

Male Customer: Something seemed off even before she left her seat, so I’m worried if she wasn't feeling well.

Ito: .….That's indeed worrying.

Male Customer: Yeah... But I didn't actually see her entering, so I thought it might be another customer inside.

I don’t think I can just call them out. Could you please do it for me?

Ito: Certainly. I’ll get to it right away.

Kiho: […..Ito, doing alright over there?]

I heard a voice coming from the intercom before turning towards the fortune-telling table, almost at the opposite end of the floor. I met Arima-san’s eyes, who was looking my way.

Kiho: [If there is a complaint, I will take care of it. Did something happen?]

Ito: Thank you for your kind offer. It’s not really a complaint, he’s just worried about his companion.

She still hasn’t come back from the restroom, so I'll go and check up on her.

There are two doors at the end of the L-shaped corridor. One of them is locked.

Ito: (I don’t see any customers missing from their seats. It has got to be her...)

Knock knock

Ito: (... Enomura-sama, I know you’re here.)

Dear customer. My apologies.

It seems that you have been away from your seat for quite a while, so your companion asked me to check on you.

If there’s nothing troubling you, I shall leave now, please take your time and make sure you return safely. 

Nagisa: …….! I’m alright.

---Clack!

Ito: !

Nagisa: Sorry for occupying the restroom for so long.

Ito: No problem. Is there anything that's bothering you?

Nagisa: I'm fine, totally. Really...

Ito: (Ah...I feel like there's a rule that says, “People who say they're fine before being asked are usually not fine in most cases.”)

(But I can't just say “Really?”)

...I see, that's a relief. Well then, I shall stop taking up your time now.

I bowed slightly before making my way to the wall to let her through, and yet, her feet didn’t seem to move at all.

Nagisa: Umm... I've reserved some flowers for today. When will they be given?

Ito: Unless otherwise specified, we shall bring it to your seat once you finish your meal.

Nagisa: I… guess so. Which means… when I return to my seat...

You'll come right away, right...?

Ito: !?

(T-Tears!?)

She suddenly burst out crying, and her trembling made my mind go blank..

Ito: (What should I do now... Should I ask her what's wrong? Is not touching guests part of the customer service rule?)

Nagisa: *sobbing*... I... Today...

I was thinking of proposing to him. That’s why I invited him here.

Ito: !

Nagisa: I got help from my friends and did everything I could to get this reservation. I thought I was fully prepared, mentally.

But now that the time has finally come, I was so nervous that I couldn't speak at all since morning... I was worried about what I would do if he turned me down, and my mind was occupied by negative thoughts.

Ito: (Enomura-sama...)

Nagisa: Obviously, he’d notice that I'm acting weird, and every time he shows concern, I feel more and more sorry...!

I'm sorry for talking about this out of the blue, you must be confused.

Ito: I wouldn’t say that. Your explanation is easy to grasp... It's okay.

(But I can't think of how to calm Enomura-sama down and get her back to her seat at all, so this is not okay, actually.)

(Just what should I do in this situation...?)

Kiho: [……Ito.]

“You don't have to reply if she’s not done talking. Just hear her out.”

Ito: (...Kiho-san?) 

Kiho: [You’re dealing with Enomura-sama from table C, correct? Are her reasons for not going back to the table overthinking and being taken over by nervousness?]

Ito: !?

(How did he.....? Is he standing around that corner?)

Kiho: [If my deduction is correct, please guide her this way.]

Kiho: I think you could use some help from me right now.

Chapter 8>>

[shenspen]

My First Memory

Maybe it was the first, second, third, or hundredth day of kindergarten. All these memories have become a blur because every morning was the same. At three years old, there were many places I'd rather be; maybe at home with mommy or at the beach with her. I’d even take being at work with her over sitting in that classroom with all these strangers. 

Before kindergarten, I didn’t spend a day without her. We did everything together. She taught me almost everything I needed to know before I even started school. But even the praise and stickers that came with writing all my letters perfectly and knowing all the sight words did not offer my younger, distressed self any consolation. I had to leave my home with all my favourite toys and books, and most importantly, mommy, to spend my days in a classroom that always smells like bleach in the mornings, but by break time, it would start to smell like sweaty children, most of whom didn’t play with me. 

What I dreaded the most was leaving mommy and staying with my witch of a teacher, Miss Binns, who would hold me as I cried when mommy left. Once or twice I did manage to wiggle out of her cold grip and make it for the door, but the gate was designed to keep pesky children in, and I was far too short to climb over it. This was tried and tested many times, and my efforts were proven futile, as no matter how I tried climbing the gate or wiggling it, I was stuck as I cried until my lungs threatened to give out and my face turned red as my mother left. I’d like to imagine that must be how prisoners feel as their family walks out of sight and there is nothing they can do but stand and watch them leave. In my three-year-old mind, there was no greater atrocity. 

As I stand here 20 years later, flowers in hand at the grave of my boyfriend’s mother, whom I didn't have the privilege of meeting in the land of the living, I am once again reduced to being that three-year-old girl who can't stand the thought of her mommy leaving. I made a bouquet of cheap grocery store flowers coloured hues of pink. I clutched it so tightly that my fingers felt numb when the blood made its way back to them after placing them in the vase on the tombstone. Tears streaming down my face, I realised that I was the only one here crying. His eyes were dry as he hugged and caressed me, gently patting my back. However, his acts of affection offered me no consolation. Perhaps he's all cried out. Well, it's been 9 years, so he must've found a way to cope as I did years later by making friends at school and finding peace in the fact that I'll see mommy later. 

But the finality of death is what irks me. As I grew up, I was always consoled by the fact that mommy was always a phone call away. I can't fathom the fact that there will be a day when I pick up the phone and she will no longer be there to answer. I can't imagine facing death and her permanency. Especially the fact that life goes on as your world falls apart. I always imagined that maybe it would still be for even a second, that the floodgates and the heavens would open up and it would storm until I found the strength to pick up the pieces, that the world would stop spinning, and that my heart would stop beating. But that isn't reality, life goes on. At the mere thought of losing her, I am once again a little girl crying behind the gate in my kindergarten classroom, watching mommy walk away. 

[jaybarou]

This doesn't work for my DCA fic anymore, but I still like it a lot so I'm putting it here with enough context for anyone to read even if not in the fandom.

NOT ROMANTIC.

"You" are a night shift worker at a nasty job. Your coworker is a big (young) robot called Moon who has a teether to the ceiling and likes tricks more than going on patrol through the empty halls. You are using your smoke break to show a song to him while sitting on the edge of a wall.

The job has been slowly destroying you both but you can't quit, and this song means a lot.

“So, about that song. It’s not on the radio. Well, it is not on a lot of places because I heard it live. Also the speakers here won’t let me play anything unauthorized, but we can still listen to it on my phone. So.”

You were not in the mood to chitchat while looking for the song, but Moon came closer. His face might be frozen since the last batch of restrictions, but his body language had turned eager, and curious, and intrigued very quickly. That was too precious to waste on a bad mood, so by the time you pressed play, you were already letting go of the anger. The tune was too raw to ignore, and you swayed with the song and balanced the mobile between the two of you. The first lyrics went on their own, but soon enough you were singing and howling along as the song demanded, to Moon's amusement.

"I'm ready now!"

It was fun, you liked it very much, and Moon hummed along the chorus the second time.

"I know the shape of this room I know these walls, I know this tune I know I’m stalling and I’m gonna turn the page So show me how!"

It had been a long day, and a long week, but it was finally Friday so you sang like it was the last good thing allowed to you, chorus, wailing and all.

“I’ve made a vow, I’ve made a pledge, I’ve made a pact,

I’ve made a promise to the moon!”

It died down and you didn’t feel the need to fill the silence. Peace was so hard to come by.

Moon would have complained if he hadn't liked it. He would have stopped it. So you were pretty confident he had enjoyed it almost as much as you. But you were eager to get a confirmation, and when his voice box came to life you hoped it was to say how much he liked it, but...

“What promise did you make, little howler?”

You should have expected such a question, but you hadn’t, you didn’t have a prepared answer and you felt like he was asking more than what the song meant for you. More than why you had brought it. And you didn’t want to break this moment by saying something unimportant.

“You have to go on patrol. Why don’t you go while I think of an answer?”

Moon didn’t like the answer, clearly. Because you stood and cleaned your pants to go back to your desk at the same time as he did. And you looked carefully at the rail-less edge, so carefully that you didn’t notice the sudden movement of Moon as he got closer.

“Careful!” And he pushed you.

Your stomach fell faster than the rest of you, you saw the floor approaching and put out your hands for what was going to be... There were snickers. And an unyielding pressure around your ankle.

“Asshole! Son of a motherboard! Get hydraulic pressed! I hope you get rust where you can’t reach! Pan-face!”

His laughter got louder as he got the ceiling wire fixed to his back. Your eyes went bigger and rounder.

“No. Don’t you dare. I will get grease on your lenses and green goo in your fans. Don’t you dare!”

You didn’t have anywhere to cling to, so you flailed around while he lowered you to the ground level, as undignifiedly as is possible for a human. He keept you on a handstand for a moment while you frowned at him.

“Don’t you have patrols?”

“This is more fun.”

“I will put gum where you can’t clean it. You will find stickers in the unlikeliest places for months if you don’t let go. Glitter stickers.”

He was still laughing! And that was your worst threat! But little by little you were lowered. It didn’t look like he was doing it on purpose, more like his fit of giggles had just rerouted power from his holding. You knew better than to believe that filthy scrapyard material of a robot.

When you were free, his wire took him up, away into the dark and you unfolded yourself from the ground. No matter how careful he had been, you were going to get a black and blue anklet.

You didn’t mind, or you would have been sterner when demanding to be let down, but this felt wrong with the anger problems that management were coding into him. If someone saw you get harmed in any way, would your bosses understand? Would they do something to fix it? They were spying your smoking hiding spots, wouldn’t they see this too? There were so many reasons to be worried.

And one of them was your actual job.

You sat on the chair.

Holy bolts and nuts, was the pain in your lower back gone? Fine, if he could replicate the results, you’d have to tell Moon. Oh and you needed an answer. The sudden mischief was brought because you had not answered, you knew, even if he hadn’t voiced it that way. And the paperwork you had to deal with was mind-numbing enough to leave you a corner of your brain to think about it.

“Hey, Moon.” He burst into giggles when he saw you after his patrol. Those giggles were not his either, were forcibly coded into him. You were not deterred. “I have thought about what you asked. The promise to the Moon.” His laughing subsided enough to look at your face and he stopped altogether. To listen. To you. “I promised that things would end up better than when we started, but only at the very end, after fighting for it to happen.”

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