#its like having a cat but everyone knows the cats decisions are actually my decisions

[bramblebrine-art]

my fucking soul split wild magic sorcerer got GOT so i'm playing.....another splinter of my fucking soul split wild magic sorcerer: halfling bard variant

she was in a fae lord's court until recently and casts bard magic by reciting nonsense rhymes in sylvan like some kind of fucked up slam poet

[whipped-for-kpop-fics]

Cats&Coffee - C.SC

😻Who: Choi Seungcheol (Seventeen) with fem!reader 😺What: A lot of my brand of humour, perhaps borderline crack? Firefighter!Seungcheol. Business owner!Reader. Sort of a coffee shop au. Brother's best friend au. Reader is Shua's twin. [Simp!Chan as a background character but Simp!Chan is very important to me okay.] 😸Wordcount: 5.8k 🐱Warnings: Fire/arson mentions- nobody is hurt though and its not the main characters. Profanity. A lot of suggestive comments but no smut. More like sexual conversations. Reader is thirsty. Reader is kind of a brat but playfully. Mentions of bruises. Seungcheol calls reader princess&baby once. Implied Dom!Seungcheol but not actually shown. Let me know if I've missed any warnings, I'm terrible at knowing what to mention!

Summary; Okay, so here's the situation; you're just amusedly watching your best friend where he's perched up on a branch trying to convince the little cute fluff ball you are supposedly rescuing to get down, when some very attractive firefighters arrive to save the day. Low and behold, the leader of the bunch is the manifestation of your wettest wildest dreams; all buff and a little cocky and you're pretty certain he's showing off in that tight t-shirt for you. Do you; A- approach and flirt until he throws you over his shoulder or B- approach and flirt, and then completely forget to exchange numbers and only realise when he was long gone and then regret your very existence for the foreseeable future?

Although there isn't any smut, this is definitely an 18+ fic so Minors do NOT interact. I WILL block any account that interacts without an age indicator in the bio.

-2024 Masterlist- Ao3 link

A/N; This all came from one of @sluttywoozi 's anon asks I saw that I then got caught on because they mentioned firefighter!Cheol. I don't have the link to the original ask but it's on her account! So inspiration credit goes to that anon!

Edited: 23/12/24

Lee Seokmin is probably the single sweetest person in the entire universe and everyone who meets the man will wholeheartedly agree. It is a unanimous decision that the man can do no wrong.

So, it's not his fault that the newest member of your cat sanctuary made a run for it out of the front door, which Seokmin hadn't closed behind him quickly enough, even though it kind of is. But nobody will ever say that, least of all to the Angel-On-Earth.

“I'm so sorry,” Seokmin apologises for perhaps the tenth time when he shuffles over to your side with his phone clutched in his hands and big, beautiful eyes staring up in a mix of worry and guilt at where Junhui is half wrapped around the branch under him with one hand outstretched trying to coax the brown ball of matted fluff to him.

“It's not your fault,” you assure, blindly reaching out to put a reassuring hand on Seokmin's left shoulder; you are too visually engrossed in what your best friend is doing in the tree to look over at Seokmin.

It isn't the first time that Junhui has climbed a tree to save a cat, or some other kind of dramatic action for the sake of a cat, but it never fails to amuse you highly.

“I should've closed the door,” Seokmin continues, lips pursed in a guilty little pout.

“It's fine, Seokie; Jun's part cat, he's made to climb trees.”

“Aren't cats really bad at getting down from trees?”

“No, they're actually good at climbing down.”

“Then why did Jun climb up after that one?”

“Because he's an idiot,” you snigger, your grin growing wider when your best friend yelps a little as he stretches too far and almost falls.

Well, almost is quite a stretch as his long legs are wrapped entirely securely around the branch and so is half of his left arm, but you're sure that it felt like he was about to fall at least.

“Hey!” Hansol calls, sticking his head out of the entrance door to the coffee shop you own with Junhui, though the main focus of Cats&Coffee is actually the sanctuary at the back.

Well, for you two and the staff, it is the main focus. You all are more than aware that the majority of the customers only visit the coffee shop with the intention of eyeing up the barista and well, you don't entirely blame them; Jeon Wonwoo is an unfairly attractive man.

“I'm going to go into your bag to get your notes, hyung!”

“Okay!” Seokmin calls back, giving Hansol a thumbs up in approval. Hansol returns the hand gesture and then goes back into the store, entirely oblivious to the customers ogling him.

Okay, so the customers don't just turn up for Wonwoo; they turn up for all of the men who are regularly in the building. But as Wonwoo is the sole barista and always in the shop out front and not the sanctuary out back mostly out of sight, you're pretty valid in saying the customers come for him.

“Do something!” Junhui calls after a few more attempts to reach the cat. You take your phone out and take a few pictures of your best friend. “Not what I meant!”

“I'm sending them to Kwannie, he'll be so pissed he missed this,” you muse, already tapping away on your phone to send the photos to Seungkwan, who you know will post them on the Instagram account he runs for Cats&Coffee.

Not because he is an employee or volunteer, because he isn’t, and technically it's not really an official account because the man made it himself one day after his own followers kept bugging him for more photos of the drinks and hot staff from the coffee shop. But because he enjoys posting embarrassing photos of the staff.

So Seungkwan runs what you and the other staff refer to as a fan account for the coffee shop and sanctuary, and he takes advantage of that joke to essentially thirst post about the men in a semi-serious way. Nobody knows if he does it for the sake of the customers, or if Seungkwan genuinely wants Wonwoo to 'grind him like those high quality beans'.

“It's okay, Jun-hyung! I've called for reinforcements!” Seokmin assures. “Just stay right there!”

“Just get the ladder and help me yourself!” Junhui whines in response.

“I'm scared of heights though!”

Junhui sighs and thunks his head on the branch slightly before he gets back to trying to inch along the branch carefully and grab the cat.

It isn't until you've put your phone back away a minute later that you register what Seokmin earlier said. “Hang on, reinforcements?” You question while turning to look inquisitively at the man still on your right where he’s watching Junhui carefully in concern.

“Yes, my best friend knows how to handle situations like this. He's done it a lot,” Seokmin answers confidently, so you accept his words and go back to grinning at the sight of your own best friend failing to win over a cat for the first time in his life.

Maybe you should've asked more questions though because when you hear Seokmin's name being called happily, you certainly do not expect to see a six-foot hunk of handsome fireman bouncing over with a wave and heart-shatteringly beautiful smile.

“Mingyu!” Seokmin calls back, smiling equally as bright and beautiful, and then the best friend is right with you and you're trying not to gawp up at him. “Thanks for coming. Jun-hyung went up to bring the cat down and now he's stuck and the cat won't listen.” Seokmin pouts over at the tree. Mingyu turns to look at the tree and pouts too.

How can a man be so cute and hot at the same time? You really have no idea but Mingyu pulls it off impeccably.

“Aw, poor Jun-hyung,” Mingyu coos sympathetically. “But no worries!” He perks up and turns back around to look at the pair of you. “We'll save them both! And by we I mean Soonyoung-hyung will save them; he's good at this. Animals love him!”

You notice two other men donning the same big jacket and trousers combination of a classic firefighter outfit approaching the tree and setting up the ladder. And hot damn if you aren't suddenly tempted to take up a new hobby of arson just to see them regularly because holy shit all three of these men are ridiculously attractive. You have to swallow thickly to keep the drool in your mouth.

The shorter of the pair by the tree holds onto the bottom of the ladder securely while the other climbs it smoothly. To your genuine delight, the man simply makes an encouraging noise while extending his hand out and the little furry demon of a cat trots straight over. You can't help but burst into cackling laughter as the feline climbs over Junhui as if he is nothing more than part of the tree while your best friend gawps in disbelief.

“Told you animals love him.” Mingyu grins proudly as you all watch Soonyoung traverse down the steps of the ladder, still as smoothly as he went up them even with one arm supporting the cat against his chest and its furry little head nuzzling into the man's jaw while Soonyoung giggles happily at the cute actions.

“A regular Snow White.” You grin.

“I'll be right back!” Soonyoung calls to Junhui and already walking over to the three of you. “Hi! I'm Soonyoung!” He greets brightly. “Your friend says to give the cat to you?” He tries to offer you the cat but it yowls and latches onto his jacket. Luckily, the material is thick and sturdy enough that the cat's claws don't actually reach the man's body.

“I think he likes you,” you muse.

“Aww,” Soonyoung coos and nuzzles the cat who loudly starts to purr. “He's so lovely, what's his name?”

“He hasn't got one yet. We run a sanctuary and he's our newest rescue.”

“A rescue?” Soonyoung turns round, sad eyes on you. “Is he okay.”

“Yeah, the vets gave him the go-ahead, he's just a little shit who wouldn't let them groom him at all. I think we might have to shave him if he doesn't let us.”

“But his hair is so beautiful.” He pouts. “It'll grow back well, right?”

“Of course,” you assure the man making his pout melt away.

“Uhm, hello?!” Junhui yells from the branch, gaining your attention back. Even the man at the bottom of the ladder hasn't been paying him any attention.

“Oh, right.” Soonyoung once again tries to hand the cat to you but the feline really doesn't want to let him go. You think it’s understandable. “Mingyu, can you go up and-”

“No way.” Mingyu shakes his head adamantly with wide eyes. “You know I'm scared of heights, hyung.”

“You're a firefighter who's scared of heights?” You deadpan. He pouts at you. “You're right; why do firefighters even need to climb ladders anyway? Just leave him in the tree, he'll get down when he falls.” Mingyu giggles a little.

“I got it,” a new voice calls, one you initially assume belongs to the man by the ladder but, oh are you so wrong.

A fourth firefighter appears; he’s clad in the same uniform as the others but something about the way he wears it seems more like it was made for him. He's already approaching the tree from the road where the fire engine is parked and he had been sitting inside in wait.

And you are unaware of this but he has definitely been checking you out the entire time and only got out with every intention of showing off.

He stops once at the foot of the tree and glances over his shoulder at the four of you before shucking off his jacket. Your throat dries at the sight of his broad, muscular torso filling out the fitted black t-shirt strapped over with the suspenders of his uniform trousers.

And talking of those trousers, holy shit does he fill them out well. You could've never imagined yourself wanting to bite someone's ass before but here you are, practically salivating at the curve of his plump backside in the ugly trousers. Which is only made more obvious when he starts to climb the ladder.

You don't even notice that the three men you’re standing with start to converse around you; your entire focus is on the epitome of your wet dreams manhandling your best friend down from the tree.

It probably says a lot that even though you have never and will never want to bone your best friend, the sight of the attractive stranger throwing him over his shoulder and carrying him down the ladder like he's nothing really does something to you.

And by that, you mean you'd really like it if the man would throw you over his shoulder, then promptly down onto his bed and climb on top. Or any surface so long as he puts himself between your thighs immediately afterwards.

And to top it off, the man doesn't even put Junhui down once both of his feet are back on the grass; he just turns and starts to approach. The man at the bottom of the ladder rolls his eyes and takes the ladder away knowing exactly what is happening here.

“I believe this belongs to you,” the man states once close enough, abruptly ending the conversation the other three men are having as they look at him. Though he's just staring you down with dark eyes and you're really not going to look away either.

“I wouldn't say he belongs to me,” you return, hoping he gets the hint that you are very single and very willing to mingle with him specifically.

“No? He told me you're his partner.” The fireman tilts his head a little, his left eyebrow raising in question.

“Work partners!” Junhui exclaims, still flopped over the man's shoulder and seeming to be rather willing to remain there for the foreseeable future. “Not romantic or sexual, gross! Not that's she's gross; she's really hot and I've heard good things from her ex-partners!”

Bless Wen Junhui for always trying to hype you up and get you a man.

“Good to know,” the firefighter murmurs, gaze blatantly checking you over. You take the chance to return the favour, and the three men with you quickly back up not wanting to be caught up in this very obvious and shameless flirtation.

Your phone suddenly starts to audibly vibrate in your pocket and you ignore it, more interested in the man in front of you.

“I think you're vibrating,” he points out amusedly.

“Mm, yeah, it's just my phone,” you confirm, half tempted to make a remark about how he could make something else vibrate on you if he wants, but pretty sure that's a little out of social protocol where first meetings with attractive strangers are concerned.

Next time though.

“Isn't he killing your shoulder?” You ask, nodding to Junhui's limp body.

“No.” Though the man still puts Junhui down carefully all the same as if reminded that he really should not stand there with a stranger draped over him any longer or it'd get really weird. “I can carry more weight than him for longer.”

“On your shoulder?”

“However I need to.”

“Good to know,” you return his earlier statement, gaze lingering on the way his chest is all but straining the material of his t-shirt. You don't notice his cocky smirk; you’re far too invested in imagining the material tearing open and freeing his beefy body for your viewing pleasure. Physical too, but those thoughts mostly come later when you're alone in bed.

Junhui stares between the two of you for a moment, wondering if either of you are going to say anything more or just continue to strip each other with your eyes. He figures it's the latter so walks off to try and claim the cat back from Soonyoung.

Neither you nor the hot fireman notice the world continuing to spin around you, up until Mingyu bounces over and pats the slightly shorter man on the shoulder with a; “Chief, we got a call; we need to go. Jihoon-hyung is already waiting to go.”

“Oh, right; work,” Chief replies, face twisting momentarily with displeasure, before he gets back into work mode and nods. “Alright, let's go.” He nods at you in farewell, and Mingyu waves brightly before the tallest rushes right back to the vehicle. The other detours to pick his jacket up from the grass then jogs to climb up into the vehicle too before it pulls away with its lights already flashing and siren kicking in when they're on the main road.

Kind of dazed, you toddle into the store and around the counter to lean dramatically against Wonwoo. There's a mystery stain on the sleeve of his hoodie near your face but you don't have the mental capacity to question it.

Wonwoo doesn't give you any attention until he's done with the customer in front of him.

“What's with you now?” He asks, pulling his arm around from where it's pressed against your chest to sling it around your shoulders instead and tug you more against his chest.

There's another mystery stain here and you vaguely recall that today is clearly a 'Wonwoo is trying to discourage is legions of fangirls' day. The man is dressed in an old, scruffy and stained hoodie and sweatpants combination; the hems barely even meet his ankles and wrists they’re so old, and he has to tie the waistband of the sweatpants up with multiple shoelaces strung together because the original tie was lost years ago. But his fangirls still stare at him as if he is Adonis reincarnated. You have to admit, he still does look unfairly beautiful like this.

“I'm in lust, Wonie,” you whine while squeezing around his waist as if you can get some of the frustration out that way.

The tall man makes a noise of understanding and pats your head as if you're one of the animals from out back. It actually feels pretty nice so you allow it. “Ah, the firefighter who carried Jun down. They told me you two were eye-fucking.”

“I don't want to eye-fuck him, I want to fuck-fuck him,” you complain, squeezing again.

Wonwoo wheezes a little and forces you to loosen your hold yet doesn't remove you from his body otherwise. “Then text him and arrange a date.”

You freeze, then jerk backwards to look up at him with a gaze so devastatingly heartbroken that Wonwoo immediately cups your face and starts to coo consolingly, even if he isn't sure why you look like your entire world is crumbling down around you.

“I forgot to get his number,” you wail.

Wonwoo's touch stills and his face falls flat, before turning unimpressed. “You're a fucking idiot.”

“I know.”

You know that if it wasn't for the new customer approaching the counter, Wonwoo would go on to tell you all the ways in which you are an idiot, but luckily for your currently very fragile ego, there is a customer, so he turns to take her order and goes back to ignoring you even as you attach to his back like some kind of sad-horny parasite.

For days you mourn the loss of what you have convinced yourself would be the best dick you will never be blessed with.

In this mourning, it does not at all cross your mind to simply ask Seokmin to ask his bestie to hook you up with his co-worker, nor does it cross Seokmin's mind either. It does, however, cross Wonwoo's mind; but the barista is kind of cruel at times and finds other's suffering amusing. Only when it's not serious though because Wonwoo can be a bit of a sadist but he's not an asshole.

Regardless of who does or does not think up the logical solution to your suffering, you continue to suffer for days.

Until you are pretty much handed the perfect opportunity to reunite with your lost lover by genuinely the last person you'd expect.

“Wait, what the fuck did you just say?” You demand, interrupting your brother's words as he talks away to Chan by the counter in an attempt to stop the youngest man from waxing poetic over your eyes, or ass, or maybe even your philtrum; you can never tell with your simp of a neighbour.

“I was telling Chan about the fundraiser I'm helping out with for my friends,” Joshua answers while giving you a long-suffering look; the same look he always wears around Chan because, well, who wants to hear someone blathering on about how hot their sibling is?

“You don't have friends,” you retort without thought.

“More than you,” your twin scoffs and picks up his mug from the counter to sip at happily.

Cats&Coffee doesn't actually offer a drink-in option due to how small the space is, so the mugs on hand are purely for the staff or your friends when they stop by. And Joshua, of course, has his own special mug because he's a pain in your ass, but you love him more than anyone else and let him pretty much do want he wants; include supply a hand painted mug for himself to drink his beverages from at the store. Even if you think it's ugly.

“I'm noona's friend,” Chan points out.

“You're her simp, you don't count,” Joshua corrects.

Chan immediately turns to pout all sad and cute at you. “I'm your simp and friend, right, noona?”

“Of course, Channie,” you coo while reaching over the counter to tap the tip of his nose. The younger beams happily and then sends your twin a smug look. Joshua just rolls his eyes. “What's the fundraiser for?” You ask, wanting to get back to the vital conversation.

“The firehouse-”

“When?” You gawp, leaning over the counter towards your brother with eyes wide.

“Tomorrow. Why the fuck are you looking at me like that? It's terrifying.”

“Ly beautiful. You mean terrifyingly beautiful,” Chan retorts simply without missing a beat before noisily sucking through his straw. Joshua chooses to entirely ignore Chan.

“I'm going,” you declare. “Tomorrow. I'm going to the fundraiser.”

“What? Why?” Joshua gives you a suspicious look.

“There will be a wet t-shirt contest, right?” You ask.

“What the fuck? No! This is a community event to raise funds for the family whose house burned down last week, dumbass. Not a fetish movie.”

“They're called porn, Shua,” you point out while pouting slightly at your horny dreams being broken so ruthlessly.

“So noona won't be in a wet t-shirt contest?” Chan asks, eyes sparkling with the thought.

“I'm leaving,” Joshua decides, picking up his mug to take with him and goes through to the sanctuary looking for a safe haven of his own away from you and Chan.

“Sometimes I think you two should just fuck and get it over with,” Wonwoo declares from where he's perched on the stool a little further down the counter munching away on the doughnuts Chan brought with him twenty minutes ago in an attempt to sweeten you all up and allow him to stay longer.

None of you will ever tell him that he doesn't need to bring treats every time he wants to hang around because truthfully, you are all useless at remembering to bring food to work or restocking the staff room, so Chan is often the only reason any of you eat in the middle of the week.

“I think so too,” Chan agrees wholeheartedly while nodding enthusiastically along.

Wonwoo grins in amusement. He always sticks around when Chan visits because he thinks it's the most entertaining thing ever how obviously obsessed with you the young man is. And, of course, Wonwoo thrives on goading the younger on and often making comments in regard to the one time you and Wonwoo fell into bed together.

Well, not bed exactly; more like over the counter late enough one night that it was really early the next morning. Regardless, Wonwoo likes to theatrically retell certain aspects of your tryst, which you know are exaggerated or entirely fake, just to watch Chan drool at the mental images.

“Ah, but once you've had a taste, you'll be begging for more,” Wonwoo replies dramatically.

“I already beg,” Chan is utterly shameless and it only makes Wonwoo's grin grow. “But I can beg more.” The younger looks at you now, but you're too busy texting Seungkwan to task him with getting all the information possible about the fundraiser the next day.

Chan wants to interrupt and ask you if him begging more is what you want him to do, but you look too focused and he loves it when you've got that serious expression on, so he just sighs dreamily and leans down on his elbows to stare adoringly at you.

Thanks to Seungkwan working his magic, Cats&Coffee snag a last-minute stall at the fundraiser where you, Junhui and Hansol set up all the merchandise left over from previous fundraisers.

Hansol always finds these fundraisers awkward purely because the Cats&Coffee special, limited edition fundraiser merchandise always consists of various items with photos of the men on them; the calendars of the men posing with cats are always a hit and a yearly preorder in November.

Junhui, however, doesn't even blink twice at seeing his own face staring back at him on the reusable travel mugs and keychains.

And Wonwoo happily avoids the stall to run the mini coffee truck a little to the right while pointedly ignoring the sign above him that boasts an old, edited picture of him. You and Seungkwan think Wonwoo looks absolutely precious with cat ears, whiskers and a little bell around his throat as he naps curled up with various cats. And you know the fans customers agree so the sign has remained for the past two years.

Usually, you love doing these fundraisers and get lost in convincing people to buy the merchandise, not that most of them need much convincing, to be honest. But you are rather adept at upselling with a way with words that would have the most skilled of grifters taking note, and you take great pride in it.

Yet today, you can't even enjoy watching Hansol awkwardly accepting payment for a photocard lucky dip that may or not be a little photo of his face, or Wonwoo trying to come up with new ways to discourage yet another of his fangirls from being a fangirl.

You're much more focused on watching the man of your wet dreams where he is giving tours of the fire engine and teaching people the importance of fire safety. You'd say teaching kids if you weren't positive that most of the kids are only standing and listening to him because their parents are there; and it’s very obvious which of the parents are present just to ogle the attractive man and don't give a single flying fuck about the words spilling from his mouth.

“Ohmygod, no, don't,” the familiar voice of your brother breaks you from your thirsting. You turn to look at him where he is standing between the coffee-cart and the gazebo you’re seated under. “Don't tell me you only came today because you've got the hots for Seungcheol.”

“Seungcheol?” You're up on your feet in seconds and grabbing a hold of your brother's weirdly sweaty face. You can't even focus on it; you have much more important matters to attend to. “His name is Seungcheol?”

“No,” Joshua mutters while trying to push your hands away from where you’re squishing his cheeks together into an unattractive pout. But he only has one hand free, the other holding an iced americano in a reusable cup with Seokmin's face on, so he can't really fight you off effectively or back up unless he wants to take a tumble to the gravel with Wonwoo.

“It is! Seungcheol. Man, that's a good name, sounds great. Feels great.”

“Stop it, ew,” he complains, looking genuinely pained at your words.

“Only when you tell me everything about him, but most importantly, is he single?”

“He's my friend, don't.”

“You've fucked my friends; I'm going to fuck yours whether you like it or not.”

Your brother whines wordlessly knowing that you have him beat there. He has definitely had various relations with various friends of yours in the past, and most certainly will again in the future too.

“Ugh, fine,” he concedes while slumping, so you make a happy noise and let him go.

Only now do you pay attention to the sweat on your palms and pull a disgusted face, before wiping them on his t-shirt, though that's not exactly in a much better condition. “Why the fuck are you so sweaty?” You eye him in pure disgust.

“Because Jihoon and I are doing demonstrations.” You give him a questioning look. “Exercise, you know; the thing people do to be healthy?” He rolls his eyes. “The guys asked him to lead a basic exercise demonstration to help encourage healthy habits and he asked me to help, you know, seeing as I'm a personal trainer with him.”

“Oh!” You make a noise of understanding. “Jihoon is your hot colleague.” Then another revelation comes to you and you gasp while hitting his arm a few times. He bats you in return, then pouts as he rubs at the impact spot on his bicep. “He was holding the ladder!”

“What?” Joshua looks at you as if you're crazy. Which, honestly, is a pretty common expression he wears around you or anyone who works at Cats&Coffee, or regularly spends time there.

You really do associate with a top-notch bunch of weirdos.

“The other day Junnie got stuck up a tree so Seokie called his hot bestie, who turns out to be a hot fireman with hot coworkers and the only one who I didn't talk to was Jihoon! I didn't recognise him in his uniform, and he's blond now and grew his hair out?”

“Mm, yeah, looks good right?” He enthuses and you nod. “I'll tell him you said that.”

“Mm sure,” you agree without care. “But back to the important matter here; Chief Seungcheol.” Your eyes are practically burning with how much they glisten at the thought of the buff man currently showing the hose attached to the fire engine.

Man, you wish he'd show you his hose; innuendo emphatically intended.

“I'm so going to regret this but yes, he's single.” Your brother sighs. “And now I know how you two met, I'm guessing you're the woman whose number he forgot to get after eye-fucking her with her friend on his shoulder.”

“Man, that was hot; he could throw me around so-”

“Okay, no, shut up. You're my baby sister, I don't need to hear that,” he complains, backing up with a shake of his head out of the gazebo.

“You're less than an hour older!”

“Can't hear you!” He calls back over his shoulder, already jogging back to his own station across the lot.

You turn to sit back down and happen to notice the Chief himself standing in front of the fire engine and no longer surrounded by visitors, while staring in your direction, with his big arms crossed over his big chest and a dark look in his eyes. You expect him to turn and get back to work, but he tilts his head when your eyes meet; a silent demand before he turns and walks past the huge vehicle and through the staff-only door to enter the firehouse.

“Fellas, I'm going to go get me some dick,” you declare, patting Junhui on the shoulder as you pass him to edge around the table.

“Ask him how to handle his big hose!” Junhui calls without looking up from the keyrings he is rearranging.

Hansol wonders how you two ever manage to run a business when you both always say such things so blatantly in front of customers, but then he notices the young women at the table all fawning over the merchandise obliviously and wonders no longer.

The interior of the firehouse is blessedly cool in comparison to the hot weather outside; even under the gazebo out of the sun's direct glare, you were starting to get a little sweat dappled.

“Hey,” the voice makes you jump slightly and you turn to find Seungcheol leaning back against a dinner table. You take a quick glance around behind him and realise it's the kitchen area. You're standing in the mostly open area of the ground floor, though there's a couch further to your right and you briefly imagine him pinning you down on it.

“Hi, Chief,” you reply while sauntering closer.

“You know Shua?” He asks bluntly, not wanting to beat around the bush. He's pretty certain you both have one thing on your mind based on the way he has noticed you staring him down hungrily for the past two hours.

“He's my brother,” you inform and stop close enough in front of him that the tips of your sandals are almost touching the toes of his clunky uniform boots. You dread to think how hot his feet must be in those.

For a second, you're genuinely disgusted at the thought, but then you notice how his crossed arms bulge and threaten to rip the hems of his sleeves around his biceps and suddenly you don't even know what feet are.

“You're his twin?” He gawps, arms dropping to his sides in disbelief and crushing disappointment.

You hum with a nod and pout a little at the lack of bulging biceps in your vision. But then you realise you can now see his pecs stretching out the black material and you're happy again.

“Stop,” he mutters and reaches up to physically tilt your head up so that you're no longer blatantly checking him out with heavy eyes. “You know your brother is pretty much my best friend, right?” He genuinely looks pained. “I can't fuck you.”

“Yes, you can.” You smirk and step closer, pressing your palms to his chest. You can feel him inhale deeply when you make a home for yourself against him, your thighs locked between each other's and so close to applying pressure exactly where you both want it. “He's essentially given his blessing.”

“He has?” He doesn't fully believe you; that doesn't sound like the Joshua he knows, but he's a weak-ass man when it comes to you. Literally, he already decided he'd do some insane things from the moment he first saw your ass while he was checking you out in the fire engine the other day.

So he lifts his hands to initially settle on your hips but they very quickly, almost immediately, slide down to settle in your back pockets. Not quite touching you up but pretty fucking close.

“Mm, well, blessing isn't the right word. I told him that he's fucked enough of my friends that he has no say in which of his friends I fuck.”

“Do you plan to fuck any of his other friends?” He raises an eyebrow and tugs you a little closer.

“He doesn't have any friends,” you retort and he huffs a short laugh. “Just Jihoon, right? I mean, he does look really fucking good blond so-”

“Don't you dare finish that sentence, princess,” Seungcheol mutters darkly, almost glaring at you in warning. You bite back a grin. “So I'll ask again; do you plan to fuck any of Shua's other friends?”

“Depends on if you disappoint me or not, doesn't it, Chief?” You tease while winding your arms around his neck with a playful smile.

“You're never going to want to fuck anyone else when I'm done with you.”

“That bad, huh?” His face drops. It takes everything in you to not crack up laughing. “Going to put me off sex in general?”

“Shua's right; you're a fucking brat.”

“Mm, yeah,” you confirm shamelessly and press against him entirely. “Kinda think you're into it though, Chief.”

“Is that going to be a thing? Calling me Chief? Or do you just not know my name?” He wonders, head tilting a little and one arm wrapping tight around your waist, while his thigh between yours pushes up between your legs making your eyes light up with joy.

Finally you have him.

“I know your name, but shouldn't I call the boss by his title?” You coo faux-innocently.

“"I'm the boss, huh?” You nod and he smirks. “Damn fucking right, baby.”

Seungcheol doesn't wind up pinning you to the couch, not right away at least. He does, however, take you upstairs to the office and bend you over the desk until you have bruises in the shape of his hands on your hips and nothing but his name on your tongue.

And as it turns out; he was right. You never want to fuck anyone but him again.

A/N- I know this reads like it should end in smut and I did intend to write it but I'm very certain I would not do the vibes justice, I'm so out of practice with smut. But maybe in the future? But if you want some good smut, go read sluttywoozi's stuff fr, you will not be disappointed

Anyway, I hope you liked, please let me know what you think& reblog!

[ferie-anon]

Things moon signs have done or said

*Based on my experiences, may or may not be true to everyone 🥸*

🐏Aries moon: I’ll always be praying on people’s downfall *them constantly when someone offends them*

🐂Taurus moon: the concerned one when their friends describe their chaotic life or decisions

“Interesting but are you okay? I don’t think that’s a good idea”

👯‍♀️Gemini moon: mentions something random to their friend in the middle of conversation of what they saw online or remembered from another day

Or enlightens their friend with random knowledge or info in the middle

🦀Cancer moon: embarrasses themselves* its ok! I’m fine at least *dies internally*

*also has the most relatable reactions and moods irl*

🦁Leo moon: I love life! *Next minute* I hate life. Let me recharge I need to do self care.

👸Virgo moon: Plays it cool after having a internal meltdown over catching feelings, worrying about their work and holding it all together. If their friend asks them if they're okay, they'll say yes and then no.

Virgo moon: "I'm actually not fine, but I looked like everything's normal right?"

⚖️Libra moon: uses doja cat, nicki minaj, pop culture memes on presentation slides and gives daily tea and update on their crushes

🖤Scorpio moon: I don’t need anyone by my side. Also them lowkey: “I want someone who can show affection and respects me, whys it so hard getting someone loyal, passionate, and shows love without me asking 🙄” *Also them when someone wants to be with them* Scorpio moon: "Not you."

🏹Sag moon: I know this is a bad idea but I’m still gonna do it and see if it is as bad as it seems :o

*Does it* Sag moon: Nevermind this was a very bad decision, why did I do it 💀🥸

🐐Capricorn moon: Calmly thinking and then comes up with goofy jokes or stories, ranges from dorky relatable jokes to dad jokes

⚡️Aqua moon: *someone texts them asking how they are after 2 weeks of being on seen* Sorry I forgot to reply, I thought I replied but it was in my head 🥸. "Oops."

🐠Pisces moon: I can’t help but get really emotional over a lot of things, people, animals, and my own self.

Pisces moon: If only I could resolve all of these feelings 🥺

[nickssidewitch]

👾🕹️ List of Games the Triplets Should Play if They Stream Again 🕹️👾

Can y’all share this everywhere if you like my list because I’m sick of Fortnite-only streams and I damn well do not want to constantly see Roblox…

Obviously no hate to Fortnite because yass kings grind 😤💪🏾‼️. But like… let’s switch it up a lil’ bit, boys. Get sexy idk.

Horror🔪

💉 Outlast: Horror. Thee scariest game on this list!!! Great story, but even if you’re not interested in the story, the gameplay is interesting and nostalgic. May be a bit jumpscare-y at times. Not too much gore, but enough to make the spine tingle.

🧸 Five Nights at Freddy’s: Horror. Honestly, I highly doubt they’d actually play this because it’s probably the second scariest game on this list and they don’t seem like they could handle it. But, a one-off stream of this game would be nice idk. If they do, I’d suggest the first and second ones because they are good, Otherwise, the third one is ass, and the fourth one is way too scary. The other installments are forgettable (no shade 🥱).

🌙 Little Nightmares: (Mild) Horror. One of my personal favorite games. Right amount of scares, but definitely nothing like Outlast or FNAF. The main character is literally the cutest little thing!

🌺 Poppy Playtime: Horror. Similar to FNAF in the sense that you’re in a world where childhood characters come to life wnd become murderous villains, but the story is incredibly unique and eye-catching. There are a few Gaming YouTuber surprises in there as well.

🩸 Fears to Fathom series: Horror. This series is an indie gaming community favorite! Real-life people sent in submissions of their actual true experiences, and the developer made each story into actual games! I love the simple retro feel of the design, and the stories are very intriguing especially since they are all true stories.

🧟‍♂️ The Walking Dead: Horror, Story, Action, Adventure, Apocalyptic. The hype for this game never dies (imo)! Matt would absolutely fall in love with this story and its characters!! I feel like it would definitely cement his love for TWD as a whole. And if he ever played the Michonne DLC?? omg. Someone get this man to play TWD! Chris and Nick would love it too I feel.

Story 📖

📸 Life Is Strange: Story. A story-based decision game series. You play as young adults who have special powers that develop through difficult life experiences. Each game delves into different aspects of sexuality, love, mental health, and other real-life experiences. I’d like if they played only the first one, but the other games are also pretty cool if they like the first story.

🌄 Until Dawn: Horror, Story. A story-based decision game set u like a classic “cabin in the woods” thriller… with a twist. There’s a new remake as well, so that adds a bonus point to the overall enjoyment and the hype of the experience.

🤖 Detroit Become Human: Story, Sci-Fi. I know the hype for this game is gone, but I need it! The world is set in the future where robots and androids roam the Earth amongst humans. It’s such a great story with great graphics. And every single one of the choices matter. I feel like they’d genuinely enjoy it if they immersed in it.

😷 The Last of Us: Horror, Sci-fi, Story. It’s the game that inspired the TV show. I personally think the game is better than the show, but I digress. Great story, the best characters with such various traits.

🐈 Stray: Adventure, Sci-fi, Puzzle. (This is more for Matt than anyone else lowkey highkey). You play as a stray cat, but it’s more than just a cat simulator— it’s a journey set in the future. Everyone, but especially Matt, would love this. Very great graphics. Pretty calm, but can definitely get the heart racing at times. Will pull at the heartstrings.

Miscellaneous 👾

🍄 Mario Kart / Mario Party: Multiplayer, Party. This is a given 🤷🏾‍♀️

☠️ Dead By Daylight: Multiplayer, Horror. When Nick’s computer is finally fixed, they can all play together and probably even get some friends (or play online).

💎 The Sims: Simulation. Honestly, this can be like a game they play ironically. 🤷🏾‍♀️ I just wanna see them argue about how to customize their characters.

🌚 Among Us: Multiplayer. They’ve played it before both online and with fans, but I’d love if they played some rounds that were more organized with real-life friends and maybe even their mods/subscribers on Twitch!

🔫 Call of Duty (any of them): Shooter, Action. Literally just wanna see how good they are since they were flexing in that one stream they did a while back. 😒 Like where’s the proof?

🤺 Mortal Kombat: Fighting, Action. Any of the recent additions. I don’t need Story Mode if they don’t care to know the lore! I just wanna see them beat tf outta each other 🤫 ! Nick playing as Mileena would be a gag! 🤷🏾‍♀️

🦸🏻‍♂️ Injustice 2: Fighting, DC Universe. It’s similar to Mortal Kombat, but just set in the DC universe with characters like Batman, Harley Quinn, etc. I think made by the same developers as MK? Wanna see them beat each other up.

🎰 Liar’s Bar: Multiplayer, Gambling (not actually, but—). You play as up to four characters. You get cards in your hands. It’s up to you whether you play truthfully, or lie and place whatever cards you want all without getting caught. And if you get caught, now you gotta survive a round of russian roulette. It’s actually so fun for a few rounds if you have a good party.

Please share this across platforms! I’d love that! I really wanna see them at least try some things from this list. It’d make my little gamer heart so happy 😭 And I’m sure the other fans who like videogames as well would agree.

And I’m sure the boys would definitely appreciate the ideas since they seem open to them. 🥰🤍

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Diabolical 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, violence, extreme profanity, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Billy Butcher

Summary: your neighbours has some strange friends.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Down-trodden. That’s a good word to use. One you’d find in a particularly eloquent novel. It’s how you feel. Caught in the rain, missed your connection, and walking six blocks just to get back to your building. Down-trodden, defeated, and deflated. 

You come up to the door of your building, trying to unhook the end of your key from the ring. Before you can get a handle on things, the door flies open and you barely move out of its way. Your keys hit the ground and a dark figure swoops to snatch them up. Not him. 

That man stands, the loud one, the rude one, and jangles your keys. You reach for them and he keeps them just out of your grasp. You frown and rescind your arm. 

“Sir, please--” 

“Well, ain’t you the cat the river washed up,” he snickers. “Look at ya. Down-right sad, ain’t ya? What’s a matter? Did the sun not shine at ya majesty’s order?” 

“Sir,” you snip. “I am not in the mood--” 

“Are ya ever, love?” He chortles again, dangling the keys higher. 

“I’m asking nicely, please, give me my keys.” You make yourself as big as you can but still feel tiny before him. 

“Please and...” he drawls. 

“Thank you,” you try to grab the keys, hopping to snag them, but he manages to evade you. You huff, embarrassed at your own effort. 

“Ain’t that cute. Look much smaller out here without them walls to hide behind, Don’t ya?” He twirls the ring around his finger. 

You look away and frown, “look, I apologise. It was never meant to offend you. I only hoped you might have some consideration and not make so much noise. I was mistaken to think you could care.” 

“Ah, now, you’re gonna make me feel bad,” he taunts. 

You turn to him and shrug. What more can you say or do? His smirk fades just a little and his dark brows draw together. He clears his throat and lowers his hand. 

“’ere ya go then.” He offers them. 

Cautiously you reach out. Your hand closes around them, brushing his fingers, and he lets you have them. Warily, you pull back. 

“Was only playin’,” he winks. “Lookit, I’ll even be a gentleman and hold the door for ya.” He moves out of the way and keeps his hand on the door, “there ya are, proper queen, then.” 

You don’t know if he’s mocking you still or not. More likely he is. You hold your tongue. You just want to be done with today and him. You’re only recourse is to ignore him. It might get him off your back. You can handle a bit of shouting in the hall. 

You step forward and pass him. He looms, bouncing on his heels, and you hurry as you approach the stairs, “eh, never saw ya from behind. Not half bad.” 

He cackles before he lets the door go and it slams at his departure. You cringe. You should have expected something. You carry on up the staircase and keep your head down as you near your apartment. 

You go inside and toss the keys. You drop your bag as you kick off your shoes and traipse around to the kitchen. You put on the kettle and plant your elbows on the counter. 

The buyer didn’t take as much as you negotiated but you couldn’t say no. You had to take what they offered. It’s enough, but you were hoping for more. You did the repair just as they wanted but everyone’s always changing the terms. No one listens to you. Just like that man! You’re tired of feeling so helpless. 

And why does he have to be so crass? Why did he have to humiliate you like that? You dropped your keys and he couldn’t just let you have them. No, he had to make you perform like some puppet. Oh and then he had to be sure you know how nice he is. 

You don’t think you hate him; you just hate how people treat you. You pride yourself on being polite, on being empathetic as best as you can, on making yourself as little as possible so you’re not in the way. The one time you speak up for yourself and it backfires. Well, you won’t be doing that again. 

[nightcolorz]

What would the book characters think if they meet their show counterparts?

I think book Lestat wouldn't like show Lestat at all but he'll have the hots for everyone on the show immediately

Book Daniel would be in shock that his show version is old in human years, that's like, his worst nightmare, he'd have a mental breakdown over it, meanwhile book Armand would love to know show Armand held on so long before giving Daniel the dark gift and his beloved got to live a full life before becoming a vampire

Book Armand would also obsess about show Armand's adult body

Book and show Louis would NOT get on, show Louis would just not stop going "A WHITE MAN???" He would also call the book version boring (and dull, and beige pillow like...)

I loooooveeee this question I actually think about this all the time 😭😭. So so hilarious to me I want to put the book characters and the show characters in a cage match.

I think Show Louis would hate book Louis bcus book Louis is like the embodiment of his flaws in a way 💀💀 he’s like everything bad about show Louis in 4K. Show Louis reacts to book Louis the way he’d react to the Christmas carol ghosts showing him all his fuck ups. What’s funny to me about the race change is that show Louis’s ancestors were slave owners, and if he was born in the 1700s he’d likely have been a slave owner, so meeting wet cat book Louis who is him if he was just a little bit older and way whiter and realizing how terrible he is would be a mind fuck. It’d be like meeting his shitty great great great grandfather who also has his same taste in poetry. On the other hand I think book Louis would be equally as aghast by show Louis being a pimp as show Louis is about book Louis being a slave owner 😭. Book Louis’s moral problems r largely religion based and I think he’d be confused and startled by how little catholic purity standards matter to show Louis 💀. But book Louis is also very polite and southernly passive aggressively pleasant and soft spoken to strangers so I think any kind of altercation that could occur would be very one sided 💀. Show louis is like wtf wtf is this what is wrong with u and book Louis is reading his book silently and frowning.

if book Daniel met show Daniel he’d instantly go into cardiac arrest and die from agony before show Daniel could give him the older self “don’t do drugs u wild youth” inspirational talk. Exactly what u said 💀 its so funny that they made show Daniel old bcus of how afraid book Daniel is of growing old

And YES on all the Armand thoughts loolll. I feel like book Armand and show Armand r the only book vs show characters that would get along. I think book Armand would be veryyy envious of show Armand 😭 bcus show Armand is Book Armand if he was morally stronger, made decisions more soundly and kindly, was an adult, and had giant pecks. He’d would definitely be star struck over how show Armand didn’t turn Daniel until he was an old man and he’d probably go into a insecure self hating spiral from seeing his (perceived) stronger and better and sexier au self. I think also, show Armand would be very kind to book Armand. I get the impression that as a teenager show Armand did look and act more like book Armand does, and he’d react sort of like “this is me if things went more wrong and I was still the teenager that haunts me, look at him hes trying his best” I think show Armand would admire book Armand’s endurance and his self sufficiency (that show Armand doesn’t have) and be kind of like, well if tiny cherub me can live like this maybe I can to. But I think the key to the Armand’s getting along better then the other characters would would be how both Armand’s r so mentally ill and so existential and religious that talking to some alternate version of themselves would not phase them and probably would be like common occurrence of the week 💀

Show lestat and book lestat would hate fuck 💀l think book Lestat would go into a “you hurt my Louis 😰 JAIL jail for 100000 years” spiral, but then eventually get himself together and be like “yknow what I also am evil and have problems who am I to judge” and he’d remember that he is super attracted to men who look like him but are older and smarter and start stripping immediately. I think both lestats would be mad about seeing their flaws reflected in each other and express that by crazy self cest fucking and then lie on the floor together doing each others eyeliner and crying

thank u for the ask this is my favorite thing lol

[potatoqueenpal]

Yall I'm SO SORRY for dipping on you I have no ideas and I'm still fighting to get my avior fic back.

Have filler till I think of more angst

I present to you: Shaw Pack and Mates: Incorrect quotes

Sam, filling out legal paperwork: Were you guys born AMAB or AFAB?

Sweetheart : Bold of you to assume I was born at all.

Baabe: I personally was created in a lab.

Angel: I just straight up spawned.

Sam: We call that a traumatic experience.

Sam, turning to Baabe: Not a "bruh moment".

Sam, turning to Angel: Not "sadge".

Sam, turning to Sweetheart : And DEFINITELY not an "oof LMAO".

Asher: Knock, knock.

Baabe: Who's there?

Asher: Boo!

Baabe: Boo who?

Asher: Why are you crying?

Baabe: I'm not crying.

Asher: Hello notcrying, I'm Asher.

Milo: Angel, you look deep in thought. What’s wrong?

Angel: Did you know you can look at any object and know what it’s like to lick it? Even if you’ve never touched it before?

Milo: I’m never asking you anything ever again.

David: There's nothing worse than people using big words they don't understand.

Milo: I photosynthesize with this.

Sweetheart: I’m this close to falling in love with Milo.

Asher: Your fingertips are touching.

Sweetheart: Exactly.

Asher, spraying a melted cutting board with a tiny water gun: We gotta cool this bitch down. Cool it down.

Sweetheart : I actually just put the cutting board in the oven...

Baabe, visibly confused: Okay, so they decided to put the cutting board in the oven?

Asher, spraying Sweetheart : You FUCKING DUMBASS!

Sweetheart : Dude, I forgot-

Asher: OH MY FUCKING GOD! We're trying to make Chicken Alfredo right now, and you fucking MELT the cutting board in the oven at 400 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!?

Sam: *Watching in complete confusion while trying to process this whole situation.*

Asher: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?

David, turning to Darlin': How tall are you?

Angel: Sam said its my turn with the brain cell.

Asher: Square up.

Sam: And what do we say when someone refuses your offer?

Sweetheart : Suck it, boomer!

Sam: I don't know who "Boomer" is, but no.

Asher: *spits mouthful of blood onto floor* You’ve become far more powerful since we last crossed paths.

Dentist: Please stop, there’s literally a sink right next to you.

Baabe: I think my guardian angel drinks.

David: How did none of you hear what I just said?!

Milo: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Asher: I got distracted halfway through.

Darlin': Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

Asher: Consider the fundraising over! Your hero has arrived!

Sam: Uhh… where did you get so much money from, Asher?

Asher: Well, you know, I’m pretty good at numbers. I just crunched them, I stretched them, I analyzed my accounts, I timed the market-

*police sirens start to wail in the background*

Sam: DID YOU ROB A BANK?!

Asher: Oh, come on, Sam, do you really think so little of me? *opens the bag as purple dye explodes on their face*

Sam:

Asher: …it was a credit union.

Angel: Tell them to eat shit, David.

David: Tell them yourself.

Angel: Eat shit, asshole. Fall of your horse.

Milo, gardening: Hey, can you bring me the hoe?

Darlin': Yeah, sure.

*A few minutes later*

Darlin': Here you go.

Milo:

Darlin':

Baabe: Why am I here?

Angel: Guess what I'm about to get!

David: On my nerves.

Sweetheart : That's a nice arguement, Milo Why don't you back it up with a source?

Milo: My source is that I made it the fuck up!

Sam: Aww, what's your cat's name?

Milo: Aggro.

Sam, yelling to Baabe: TRY AGGRO!

Baabe, on the computer: DIDN'T WORK!

Milo:

Sam: What's your favorite number?

Angel: I’m so jetlagged I can’t even regrender my chorf.

*Everyone stares at Angel*

Angel: I don’t even know what I was trying to say.

Angel: I've connected the two dots.

David: You didn't connect shit.

Angel: I've connected them.

And now, wholesome (amd flirty) ship incoreect quotes:

｡･ﾟﾟ･　　･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･　　･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･ﾟﾟ･　　･ﾟﾟ･｡｡･

David : Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night?

Angel: It was autocorrect.

David : Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."?

Angel: Yes.

Angel: You are the love of my life and I would do anything within reason to make you happy.

David : I would be happy if you ate, stayed hydrated and got a reasonable amount of sleep.

Angel: I said within reason, David . How about I murder that guy?

David : So murder is in reason but proper self care isn't?

Angel: Well, duh. What kind of question is that?

Angel: Hey, wanna take a shower with me?

David : I have a gun on that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

Angel: There are 20 letters in the alphabet, right?

David : Nope, there's 26.

Angel: Ah, I must have forgotten U, R, A, Q, T.

David : Aww, that's cute, but you're still missing one.

Angel: So give me the D.

Angel: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

David : ...Have you never taken a shower before?

David, sweating: Angel, there’s something I need to ask you-

Angel: Finally! You’re proposing!

David: How’d you know?

Angel: David, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

Angel: I even picked it up once.

David: I want to kiss you.

Angel, not paying attention: What?

David: I said if you die, I wont miss you.

Baabe: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response.

Asher: Wow. They sound stupid.

Baabe: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense.

Asher: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!”

Baabe: I guess you’re right. Hey Asher, I love you.

Asher: See! Just say that!

Baabe: Holy fucking shit.

Asher: If that flies over their head then, sorry Baabe, but they're too dumb for you.

Baabe: Asher.

Baabe: You know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Asher: Seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?

Baabe: Seize the dick.

Asher: We have a problem.

Baabe: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them.

Baabe: I'm trash.

Asher: As someone who's environmentally conscious, it's my duty to pick you up. Does 7 work for you?

Baabe:

Baabe: You smooth motherfucker.

Baabe: And yes it does.

Asher: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things.

Baabe: Hi, I’m ‘things’.

Asher: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Baabe: I wrote you a poem.

Asher, already crying: You did?

Milo: Being gay is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my lover, our legs tangling as we listen to the birds" and "Hey, let's go throw rocks at fascists" and I think that's very sexy of us.

Sweetheart : If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both.

Milo: I fell—

Sweetheart : From heaven?

Milo: No, I literally fell—

Sweetheart : In love with me the moment you saw me?

Milo: MY ARM IS BROKEN!

Sweetheart : Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

Milo: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?

Sweetheart : AS ENEMIES?!

Milo:

Milo walking into the kitchen and seeing all their limes peeled: Sweetheart , I love you but, what the h-e-double FUCK.

Sweetheart , sipping coffee happily: I love you too :)

Sweetheart : I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Milo: That's great, Sweetheart . Especially considering the fact we've been together for 6 fucking years.

Sweetheart : I’m in love with you.

Milo: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork.

Sweetheart : I know.

Milo: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-

Sweetheart: I was going to suggest we do Marilyn Monroe and JFK roleplay, but I’d get way too into it.

Milo: What- how?

Sweetheart: You’d be like “come to bed … Mr. President” and I’d be like, “I need to increase the amount of American military advisors in South Vietnam by a factor of 18.”

Milo: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot Sweetheart is? Because Sweetheart is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

Sam: The stars are so beautiful...

Darlin': They're just giant balls of gas.

Sam: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

Darlin': And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you.

Sam: Oh...

Darlin': Wow, Sam, you want to hold my hand before marriage? How awfully lewd of you.

Sam: We literally slept together yesterday.

Darlin': That's NOTHING compared to the lewdness of holding hands.

Sam: I love you.

Darlin', not paying attention: What was that?

Sam: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

Darlin': Well, Sam and I finally did it!

The rest of the squad: *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*

Darlin': That's right... We kissed!

Darlin': What are you in the mood for?

Sam: World domination.

Darlin': That's a bit ambitious.

Sam: You are my world.

Darlin': Aww...

Sam:

Darlin':

Sam:

Darlin': OH.

Darlin': I have feelings for you.

Sam: Why? What's wrong with you? Are you sure you're okay?

Waiter: What would you like?

Darlin': Bring a milkshake with two straws.

Sam: *blushes*

Darlin': *puts both straws in their mouth* Watch how fast I can drink this!!

Darlin': You got a date yet Sam?

Sam: No...

Darlin': Well you do now! Get your ass up and hold my hand!

Darlin': Are we fighting or flirting?

Sam: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

Darlin': Your point?

Darlin': I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine.

Sam: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again.

Darlin': O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns??

Sam: Is it working?

Sam: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you?

Darlin': …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out in bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

Sam: Since we're in a relationship now, your clothes are my clothes too. Don't ask me why I have your shirt on, this is our shirt.

Darlin': Fine, but when I come strutting in with your fuzzy socks I don't want to hear shit.

Darlin': Come to dinner tonight. I can’t cook, but I’ll bring plenty of free wine.

Sam: Marry me.

Darlin': This date is boring!

Sam: This isn't a date. I said I was going to the store.

Darlin': Then why did you invite me?

Sam: I didnt, I specifically said "don't come with me," then you said, "fuck you Sam I'll do whatever I want!

(This is long as fuuuuck and took me a good hour, but it was fun)

[neousfics]

Somewhere In Time is Literally Edwin/Charles, and here's why:

Just rewatched the movie Somewhere In Time because I thought it might work for a Paynland fic and holy fucking shit you guys it's perfect in every way. Charles is so Richard Collier coded and Edwin is so Elise McKenna coded it's not even funny. And the time periods are perfect???? Collier is literally from the late 70s/80s and time travels back to 1912???

Also William Robinson as the Cat King? Be still my beating heart.

(Spoilers for a movie from the 80s ig)

If you're unfamiliar with the plot, Somewhere In Time is about a playwright, Richard Collier, who, after being given a pocket watch by an old lady on the day of her death, begins to suspect that not only is it possibly to travel back in time, but he has already done it. He learns that the old lady used to be a beautiful young actress named Elise McKenna. He eventually manages to travel back in time, they fall in love only for him to accidentally get yanked back to the future just as they've begun to plan their life together. He dies from grief a week later and the two reunite in the afterlife.

Here are some scenes/dialogue that I think are so Edwin/Charles coded it hurts:

Collier (AKA Charles) decides to literally abandon his life and timeline after literally one (1) interaction with this lady + a pretty picture of her he saw in the museum section of a hotel and Charles would absolutely (and kinda did) do the same

McKenna (AKA Edwin) spent the rest of her life never giving up on finding Collier even though they were only together for a couple days. In her youth she's described as "quick and bright, fun, strong, and willful" but after he disappears she is described as "kind and thoughtful but too much within herself, like she was empty somehow" and you CANNOT tell me that does not sound like our favorite Edwardian boy

When Collier prepares to go to the past he picks out a time-appropriate suit, but when he gets there everyone keeps telling him its hella out of fashion and he is so offended 10/10, very Charles

I can practically hear Paynland saying this dialogue:

"Your occupation?"

“I’m a playwright.”

“A playwright.” (mad bitchiness in this line delivery)

“No, no I’m not here because of that!”

“Hm. And you say you know everything about me?”

“Well, yes.”

“Which is patently absurd. You couldn’t possibly know everything about me. We’ve never met. You’re a complete stranger to me.

“But then why did you ask, 'Is it you?'” (she asked this when they met the first time)

“I don’t have to answer that.”

“I know you don’t. I wish you would, though.”

When Collier asks McKenna to call him by his first name she hits him with the "Why should I?" and this doe-eyed fool says "I don't know. I just hoped you would."

Collier is terrified of the idea that McKenna would be afraid of him which is just so Charles like damn

When Collier tries to shave his face with the old-fashioned razor he does an absolutely terrible job, gets a bunch of cuts, and leaves shaving cream on his face and McKenna takes one look at him and decides this idiot is the man she's going to love forever

Their first kiss is actually the sexiest shit ever in this show like damn why they pulling up so hard in some random movie 40 years ago. ANYway when Collier touches McKenna's face and slowly leans in to kiss her she says in this breathy, barely heard whisper "Oh my God. I don't know what's happening." Which is very Edwin to me

When McKenna's manager gets too pushy about her romantic decisions she says "I am involved with you as an actress, Mr. Robinson. Not a doormat. Do not attempt to wipe your boots on me." okay Edwin

When McKenna is performing in the play (which is a comedy) she goes off script and starts dramatically monologuing all her inner thoughts about loving Collier while looking at him in the audience which Mr. "I know were in hell but I need to tell you I'm in love with you" Payne would definitely do

This is the monologue btw:

“The man of my dreams is almost faded now. The one I have created in my mind. The sort of man each woman dreams of in the deepest most secret reaches of her heart. I can almost see him now before me. What would I say to him if he were really here? Forgive me. I’ve never known this feeling. I’ve lived without it all my life. Is it any wonder that I failed to recognize you? You brought it to me for the first time. Is there any way that I can tell you how my life has changed? Any way at all to let you know the sweetness you have given me? There is so much to say. I cannot find the words except for these: I love you.”

"Are you alright?" "Yes" "I thought I lost you." "Never. Never, never, never."

The morning after they have sex she hits him with the "You will marry me, won't you?" And makes him choke on his food then immediately goes "You won't?!?!" without even waiting for him to respond

"I want to be everything to you." "You are."

This dialogue:

“The first thing I intend to do for you–”

“You’ve already done.”

“Well, the second thing.”

“What?”

“Buy you a new suit.”

“I don’t understand. Nobody seems to like my suit.”

“Oh can you blame them?”

“I think my suit is terrific. So what if it’s 10 years old?”

“At least 15.”

Collier just up and dying as soon as he gets back because he's so distressed at the thought of living without her he goes into a dissociative fit and doesn't eat for a weak is so Charles

If you made it this far, I commend you because I'm pretty sure I sound like an insane person and I don't even know if any of you have seen this movie but for the love of God I had to tell someone

Who knows, maybe I'll write a Somewhere In Time AU Paynland fic, or perhaps I'll just sit here and desperately hope that someone else will do it

[translucio]

more veilguard thoughts! minor spoilers below cut

stuff im liking:

still having fun with combat

level design has been good, tons to explore, solid puzzles. beautiful environments. im liking how distinct and lived in the big cities are feeling.

i am liking lucanis more than i expected.....i know Everyone is simping over him but.. i might have to as well and romance him instead of bellara 🙈

im liking how bite sized the codex entries are. makes it easy to read them all on pickup whereas in inquisition sometimes it was like godddd i want the lore but i dont wanna read five pages right now

petting cats and dogs! i love the haptic purring, that's a really good way to do it (i would honestly love to see that polished even further with variations + meowing/whining/sniffing/licking sounds thru the controller but hey, it's a tiny part of the game and what they have is fine)

the resource economy is feeling pretty decent to me, im motivated to seek out collectables, i buy stuff from vendors often, i understand the upgrade system enough to inform my decisions. it feels very god of war or ghost of tsushima. so my only worry is that i might just get bored of it after many hours as i did in those games (which, i think the solution to that is for the level design to keep things interesting and satisfying enough that theyre rewarding even without the collectibles. so we'll see)

stuff im not really liking

overall plot so far feels Just Okay. but i felt that way about 2 and inquisition too lol

it is actually starting to really bum me out that you can't talk to people at will. like, the lack of dialogue choices in it, for a bioware game, is troubling to me. these settings and characters are interesting and filling me with many questions! i want to be able to dive deeper into them, but i just cant. you just get barks for all the world npcs. and the lack of choices really makes rook feel more like a prewritten/predestined character rather than one that's really yours to characterize. i realize it's a lot of writing and voice acting $$ to have that many dialogues, but that's one of the main selling points for bioware games for me... and it feels weird that other games are now doing it better than dragon age.

similarly the lack of continuity of choices from previous games makes me sad.

i still haven't gotten all that far, but i am several hours in at this point, and i gotta say i am kinda missing side quests a bit... related to the point about lacking world dialogue, but the world is feeling a little bit underwhelming in terms of the character and lore context/depth that i find myself wanting. which was a big problem for me in inquisition as well. like sure, there are collectables and hidden paths and puzzles to navigate through, and those are absolutely a huge improvement over inquisition's. but those don't give life and flavor and narrative depth to the environment the way that having meaningful interactions with npcs does. the barks are nice, but they leave me wanting significantly more in terms of interaction and depth.

im gonna keep comparing it to god of war (2018 - haven't played ragnarok yet) since that's really the closest thing its reminding me of. and while i loved god of war, i did feel like its world was very lonely. it made up for it with its extremely honed in narrative focus on the journey of the two established characters, and the quality of its writing and voice acting both for their dialogues and the few quests with other characters. it's not a game about the setting or how it shapes the characters that live there, it's about a grieving father and son who happen to be gods.

whereas dragon age IS about its world almost as much as it is about its characters. and with such a rich setting with three prior entries to build on, it seems kind of a shame to let players explore all these places we've heard about but not meaningfully interact with the characters there outside of Big Epic Story Moments or companion-focused quests, especially when you could in the previous games.

anyway.... much to think about... still enjoying it, still have more thoughts as i keep playing

[ravel-puzzlewell]

Hi! Do you mind elaborating on what you meant by "tiefling politics" on that wotr vs bg3 post? Just curious, ignore if you want

its about the fact that bg3 has a lot of tiefling characters, somehow more than wotr, and huge theme of like hells and connections to demons\devils and somehow manages to say absolutely nothing interesting about it.

in wotr we have examination of tieflings fitting into human society, ostracization and (literal) demonization of them, where even if some of them would want to help in war against hell, they are scared (frex, group of tieflings thieves you save which you can ask to help u and they are like are u kidding me, crusaders will torch us). woljif in particular is a deconstruction of selfish chaotic neutral tielfling rogue archetype, his story both exploring how both he was pushed into being a criminal bc he had no other options, but also interplay with how he then himself tends to dismiss his own agency in being able to decide for himself and choose better, forever excusing himself with "well this is a crappy hand dealt to me", his survivalist attitude of everyone for themselves vs desire for community, how when given a smidge of stability and access to decision making in council, he tries to awkwardly, but eagerly advocate for societal improvement for all tieflings, and this is one of his most sincere moments - and gets laughed at immediately, etc etc. and speaking of community, v interesting intersection between "good" and "bad" marginalized groups of mongrels vs tieflings, with Lann being self-righteous about both his moral superiority and how mongrels "have it worse", while ignoring that mongrels - and he himself specifically - are mistreated literally bc they are mistaken for tieflings.

btw if anyone wants me to talk more about mongrels vs tieflings thing, hit me up, i think there was a interesting stuff, even if not properly dramatized

meanwhile in bg3 being tiefling largely means nothing? like the refugees would sometimes like drop a line out loud about how tieflings should stick together bc humans won't help them, but like that's it. the refugees could literally be humans running from war or blue cat ppl from avatar running from capitalism and nothing in the plot or characters would need to be changed. tieflings is just cosmetics for them, like idk its cool to have colorful NPCs with fire eyes and sexy horns. And even companions wise, you know I love Karlach and tried to romance her, but being tiefling is just looks for her, its not meaningful. It doesn't matter for her backstory, she could have been a strong human from poor background who was sold out to idk, underdark. like it sucked bc she was forced to do violence and everyne was an asshole and she couldn't see sun, but otherwise it being Blood War specifically doesn't come into play. and like. Blood War has famously huge effects on ppl with hell heritage! I'm not saying she should have been Valen Shadowbreath with entire plotline about struggling with blood war calling, but like. idk, something?

my point is that tieflings and hell has a lot of lore and like, FLAVOUR in this setting, which were not explored at all. these are just ppl with horns and generic Bad Place.

and then like. devil essentialism. bg3 has central motive of how evil races are not ontologically evil, but like, devils are. sdfghjk. apparentely mind flayers can fight actual mind control if they are V Special, but all devils/demons are evil with no exceptions. karlach was in hell for 10 years and never met a single sympathetic devil. the closest one he had mocks IS Evil when we meet her in game. and I actually liked Raphael (transition could've saved her), but there is nothing particularily interesting about him, he's also straighforwardly evil. this severely limits how interesting interactions with hell are. in wotr there is a wide range from reformed succubus to most evil sadists, with every shade in between, which allows for complex stories, like that that fucked up love between that betrayer dwarf and demoness who seduced him. she's legit evil, but she also has actual twisted affection for him, and he knows she uses him, but he was pushed too far by humans and chooses her anyway. this background story is honestly has more depth than wyll's and mizora relationship, where shes just evil and he's straighforwardly martyr. when mizora offered to have fun wink wink, i immediately knew she's gonna Evil It. and she did. and she didn't even get anything out of it! it was just staining your soul to be evil:3 like ok, but boring tbh.

and like yeah war with hell is central plot of wotr, obviously it has a lot more to say and explore about it, but like. bg3 didn't HAVE to have to include so many tieflings and have us follow their stories through all acts. it didn't have to include hell in "no race essentialism" game if it didn't want to talk about it. it chose to, and when game has big chuncks of content about smth connected by a theme, i expect it to say smth about it? anything interesting? eh.

btw, this is not to say i think wotr's writing is perfect, far from it, i can talk for ages of my problems with that game's writing, but this initial phrase was from shitposts specifically comparng things in wotr to bg3, so

[b-r-a-i-n-v-o-m-i-t]

Untiltled Dreamswap fanfic - Chpt 1 & 2

So I have had a spontaneous burst of motivation lately and started writing a fan-prequel to the original DS lore (how the characters met/how they got to where they are now). I thought to gauge interest I would post the first two chapters ahead of time.

Pls bear in mind these are drafts and need editing.

I should also note that I have sort of cherrypicked lore from Dreamswap & Fatal Flaws, as well as adding my own embellishments.

Chapter 1 - Overkill

Early afternoon sunshine warmed the air and dappled the sprawling gardens of the Justice Reigns palace. It fell across tangles of red and white roses, and into the eyes of the guards positioned inside its heavy iron gates, dazzling them. It wasn’t of any real consequence, however, as they weren’t doing anything particularly important. Most of the actual security was provided by the massive fence, lined with sharp spines like spears threatening to rip apart any vagabond who dared to come too close. Not that any self-respecting vagabond would be stealing flowers. Really, the whole thing was kind of stupid. 

Overkill. That summed up just about everything to do with the Justice Reigns. The organisation dedicated to bringing justice to the needy and liberating the people or whatever was always quick to spout the most unnecessarily grandiose, and completely ridiculous, plans to improve the wellbeing of the country. No one had ever seemed particularly inclined to take their ideas past talk, but this did not stop everyone from the councilors to the janitors from proposing their most preposterous and far-fetched ideas for improving the lives of the citizens. And now poor Crystal had to sort through piles and piles of the most painfully idiotic grant applications and research projects she had ever read. When she had agreed to the position of right-hand-woman to Lord Arthur Von Licht, the leader of the JR, sifting through mountains of rich people asking for stupidly large sums of money to fund saving tabby cats from gun violence was hardly what she had imagined. Still, Von Licht refused to impose any sort of boundaries for the applications, because ‘group effort’ and ‘hearing new perspectives’ and whatever other bullshit he had quoted when Crystal last stormed into his office and demanded he put a stop to the ridiculous requests of his employees. He insisted that every voice in the organisation deserved to be heard, and that one needed a multitude of ideas and views on a subject in order to make educated decisions. This, however, had to be overkill. 

Crystal growled in frustration and flung down her pen. Storming over to the window, she threw it open and tried to do the calming breathing exercises her boss had insisted on teaching her. The cheerful twittering of an unseen bird drifted over on the gentle breeze. This, unfortunately, only made her angrier. How dare this bird be having a nicer day than she was! It had probably never signed a document in its life, let alone seven-thousand. 

A flicker of movement flashed in Crystal’s peripheral vision. 

“Charity donation to help support monkey trainers living in homeless shelters. Hmm. Well, at least they know exactly what they want. It’s good to have a strong vision.”

Crystal turned to see Ani stooping over her desk, a mop of messy black hair hid their face from view, but she could hear the incredulous laugh in their voice. 

“I swear they’re just doing it for kicks at this point! There’s no way any of these are serious. Look, ‘Benefits of introducing daffodils to small country communities suffering from wealth inequality’.”

“Well now I’m curious! What are the benefits?”

“Probably fuck all.”

Their conversation was interrupted, however, by a sudden commotion outside the office door. The scuffle of running footsteps could be heard, and then a knock resounded through the door.

“What is it?” Crystal barked,

The door creaked open, revealing the thin sweating face of a very nervous young guard. He rocked back and forward on his toes as he stood in the doorframe, avoiding eye contact.

“Y-your presence was requested by Lord Von Licht, ma’am.”

“My presence where, exactly?” Crystal asked, raising her eyebrows,

“In h-his office.” The guard stuttered, 

“Yeah, I could have guessed.”

“Uh, yes ma’am. Sorry ma’am.”

“Jeez.” Ani muttered, “No need to be a dick.”

“I’m not!”

The guard looked confused,

“Not what, ma’am?” He asked tentatively, perhaps afraid of another snarky remark,

“Nothing.” Crystal snapped, “I was talking to myself. Tell Von Licht I’ll be there in a minute. Go on!”

The door closed,

“Sorry!” Ani giggled, “That was totally my bad.”

“You’re going to make everyone in this damn place think I’m crazy.” Crystal grumbled, 

“Seeing ghosts doesn’t already make you crazy?”

“Pathetic! I went mad the moment I started working here. The instant I had to start reading about planting daffodils to solve the cost of living crisis. Anyway, guess I have to go visit the big bad boss. If I’m going crazy, he’s already off his rocker. That’s probably what he wants to talk to me about, helping him sign more documents.”

Crystal let out a long whistling sigh and reluctantly moved towards the door.

“Can I come?” Ani asked, 

“I can't exactly stop you.”

“True. Oh, it will be nice to hear his voice again.”

Crystal paused a moment, and gave Ani a questioning glance. Their thin face wore a serene smile and their eyes were vacant, as if lost in a memory. Although, it could be hard to tell with them sometimes. Their face was dreadfully pinched, making their expressions hard to read. Their skin was pale, too, pale as a ghost. Their cheekbones jutted out sharply, and their eyes seemed sunken and tired. Even in death they looked horribly sickly.

“I can always pass on a message.” She offered finally, “I know you didn’t want to before, but I don’t get why I can’t just say something to him?”

Ani laughed, but their expression was bitter.

“I’m just not sure how he’d take it.” They explained sheepishly, “I mean, it’s a pretty big revelation.” They shuffled their feet uncomfortably and looked down, “Besides… I’m not sure that someone like me could make any lasting impact on someone like him. He probably doesn’t even remember me.”

Crystal shrugged, 

“Fine, whatever. Just sit and watch. You better not distract me though.”

“I won’t, promise!”

“If you do, I’ll round up every priest and psychic on the continent until I find one that can get rid of you.”

“Alright, alright! Jeez, overkill much?”

—-

Chapter 2 – Lord Von Licht

No ray of fresh afternoon sunlight could manage to sneak its way passed the thick red curtains into office of Lord Arthur Von Licht. The room was blanketed in a crimson-tinged darkness that smelled of days of stagnant air. Dust bunnies danced as they caught the brief sliver of light that came from the open door as Crystal entered.

“Crystal.”

The voice seemed to come from the walls themselves, a low rumble emanating from the very air around Crystal’s head and reverberating around her skull. It felt as if it would fill all her brain, echoing until it was difficult to focus on anything else but what was spoken. Once upon a time this would have frightened her, but she had since gotten entirely used to her boss’ peculiar methods of communication. She rather fancied she had grown immune to his little mind tricks.

Blinking away the darkness, Crystal beheld the all too familiar room. The red and gold embossed wallpaper, the hanging tapestries (most depicting Von Licht’s various acts of heroism), the hanging chandelier (unusually close to the ceiling, so that the room’s lanky inhabitant would not hit his head), and most notably the drooping golden veil behind which the man himself would sit to receive guests. From the other side of its shimmering folds Crystal could vaguely see the tall thin figure of Von Licht pacing back and forth.

“Sit.” He commanded,

Two mahogany chairs of a rich brown hue stood facing the veil. One was already filled by a large square-jawed man in the typical bright-white JR uniform. He sat attentive and upright, his eyes fixed on the shifting figure behind the curtain. His expression was one of utmost concentration and focus. His gaze moved to Crystal as she took her place, and he tipped his hat in greeting, revealing a horrible scar twisting down one side of his face.

“Miss McCrae.” He said politely,

Crystal rolled her eyes at him.

“Hi Finch.”

He gave her a false smile and turned back towards the veil, Crystal followed suit.

“So,” She said, “What’s the occasion?”

“It would seem, then, that you are not aware of last night’s… incident?” Von Licht’s voice echoed,

“Yeah, clearly not. What happened?”

Finch shot Crystal a warning glance, but she ignored him.

“There has been somewhat of a ruckus from our guests downstairs.”

Von Licht had a habit of coming up with quirky, family friendly, little nicknames for some of the JR’s less publicizable acts. By ‘guests downstairs’, he was referring to the inmates of a high-security prison dungeon built underneath the palace. It was protected by the royal guards, and supposedly under the watchful eye of Lord Von Licht himself. Yet another duty Crystal was entirely shocked he could fulfill without ever leaving his office.

“What kind of a ruckus, and what do I have to do with it? Are you finally letting me join Finch’s clean-up-crew?”

By ‘clean-up-crew’, she meant the guards who were given the coveted task of punishing prisoners who misbehaved. A highly sought-after role.

“An escape attempt. A successful escape attempt.” Von Licht hissed, “And that is hardly all. They ran rampant through the lower floors, and they forced entry into my private vaults.”

There was a sudden clatter, as Finch threw himself from his chair and onto his knees before the golden curtain.

“I’m sorry, my lord.” He gushed, “As captain of the guard it is my responsibility to take account for the abysmal failure of my units. All individuals involved will be punished and I will submit myself to whatever discipline you deem fit.”

Silence from behind the veil.

“You are a good captain Finch, and loyal. No, I do not believe you are to be held responsible for the incompetence of your trainees. However, I do trust that each and every guard will be held to the standard the JR expects. Poor behaviour cannot go unchecked.”

“Yes, of course.” Finch nodded, lifting himself back into his seat and smoothing his uniform once more.

“I did not call you here to reprimand you.” Von Licht continued, “But I do have a task for you, for both of you. These criminals stole something from me, something inconceivably dangerous if fallen into the wrong hands. I require you to retrieve it.”

“Why me?” Crystal interrupted, “I get little birdie over here, but why should I bother chasing your lost property?”

The figure turned towards her, and although its eyes were hidden she felt its gaze like a burning inside her skull.

“Because you are my right hand. My most trusted intelligence officer.” Arthur explained slowly, “And I have every faith that you are competent enough to handle this task.”

“Intelligence officer?” Crystal scoffed, “Is that my official title? Why the heck do you have me signing grants then?!”

“You might not have noticed.” Finch snapped, “But Lord Von Licht is rather important around these parts, and he has a lot on his plate. Small wonder if he needs someone to help him now and again.”

“Sick burn, little birdie. How many shifts sitting on your ass letting prisoners waltz out the door did it take for you to think up that one?” Crystal shot back, “Why do you need an intelligence officer for this mission anyway? Seems like something the cops should be able to handle.”

She waved one arm vaguely at Finch.

“Because this operation must stay entirely under wraps.” Von Licht explained calmly, “I can hardly emphasise enough that this stolen item is the most dangerous property this organisation owns. I will need you both to work together to return it. Crystal, I expect that you will drop your heckling behaviour and show a little more respect.”

“I am more than capable of handling a few petty remarks, my Lord.” Finch assured his boss, with a smug glance at Crystal,

“It was hardly more than friendly jokes.” Crystal snorted, “‘Petty remarks?! Pish!”

Then she caught herself. ‘Pish?’ she thought with annoyance, ‘When have I ever talked like that!?’ She touched her head gingerly with one hand, the burning was getting worse.

“Crystal.”

“Alright fine. I’m sorry, Finch. You’re not completely awful. You’ve done nice things for me before. You got me those candied fruits I like for my birthday. I’ve hardly ever gotten any nice gifts before, it made me feel- You know what, I’m not sorry at all! You’re annoying as shit and I can’t stand how you’re always trying to suck Von Licht’s dick for brownie points! And he totally gets off on it too! Fuck you both!”

She flung the chair down in a rage and stormed off. Unfortunately, and as one can see, Crystal was not quite as immune to Von Licht’s influence as she liked to think.

“Wow. That was hard to watch.” Ani said sympathetically as Crystal stamped her way back down the corridor towards her office,

“That prick was embarrassing me on purpose! Fuck him and his stupid ass mind powers bullshit!”

She flung herself down at her desk with a huff, sending pages flying everywhere.

“I bet he’d be pissed if someone was messing around with his brain like that!”

Ani sighed,

“You know, I swear he was never like that when I knew him. He was so honest and sweet.”

“Maybe.” Crystal grumbled, snatching up her pen and stabbing it into the desk, “Or maybe he fucked with your head too.”

“Don’t say that!” Ani cried, sounding genuinely hurt, “He wouldn’t! He really wouldn’t! He’s not like that!”

Before Crystal could reply, however, footsteps could be heard outside the door. Once again, a guard entered, only this time she carried with her papers tied together with golden string.

“From Lord Von Licht himself, ma’am. For your eyes only.”

“Nope. Not taking it.”

“I don’t think it was a request, ma’am.”

“Don’t care.”

“Well… well, uh, I’ll just leave it on your desk then.”

The guard promptly dropped the paper and scuttled out in a rush. Crystal let out a growl of frustration and snatched up the package.

“Asshole! Fine, I’ll see what he wants from me.”

Uncurling the pages, Crystal was greeted with a peculiar illustration. It was of a crystalline ball, with intricate carvings running like spider’s webs across its whole surface. There were vague outlines of what she guessed were runes of some kind, but she didn’t recognise them. Inside the orb was a sort of light or flame. Her curiosity was, as much as she hated to admit it, piqued. The artefact was clearly magical in some way, and magical materials of any kind were incredibly hard to come by. Probably because they were highly, highly, illegal without a permit.

“Oh!” Ani gasped, “Oh! I’ve seen this before!”

“What?! When?”

“He had this way back when I was... well, alive. Said it was a relic from his childhood.”

“From his childhood? I know Von Licht is weird, but why the hell is a kid playing around with a dangerous superweapon or whatever this is supposed to be?!”

“I don’t know.” Ani confessed, “I was never really that interested in the thing. I did think it was pretty at first, but Arthur insisted it wasn’t something to be toyed with. He said it had to be kept secure at all times.”

“Huh. The mystery deepens.” Crystal murmured, turning over the page in her hands, “What the hell is this thing, then?”

She rifled through the rest of the documents that had come with the diagram. Among them were lists of names, criminal safehouses, and known black-market resellers, but nothing else to do with the glass ball.

“Nothing at all?!” Ani cried disappointedly, “I was getting so invested!”

“Von Licht does love keeping his secrets, doesn’t he. It’s backfired on him, though. Now I’m kind of intrigued.”

“You’ll take the job then?” Ani asked excitedly,

“When did I say that?”

“But this is, like, our only way of finding out what this thing could be! Come on, Crystal, you said you want to know! You can finish being mad at Arthur later, just take up the mission first!”

Crystal paused, deliberating for a long moment. After a lengthy silence she finally took up the papers in her hands.

“Actually I have a better idea.” She said decisively,

“What? What do you mean?”

“I can use this to get back at Von Licht for being a dickhead.” She informed Ani smugly, “He doesn’t want people prying into this whole orb-looking-thing business? Too bad!”

Ani sighed,

“Well at least we’re both happy. When do you start?”

Crystal re-examined the documents. “Tomorrow.” She read aloud, “I meet little birdie at the palace gates, five o’clock sharp."

[yaspup9000]

By Popular demand, here’s some of my LPS Hot takes

Some of the later pets weren’t That bad. Like yea I do agree that the tv show based toys from like 2013-2016 weren’t that great and kinda fugly looking, but with some of the 2020 pets, why yes not as iconic as the 2000s lps that we know and love, I still believe some people were really harsh on some of these pets cuz like they did look really cute tho! My only problem with the pets was the fact they had names tbh 2. Not every g2 lps molds were perfect. Some really good examples of older lps molds being kinda ugly were the first Jack Russel and poodle molds. I’ve also mentioned about the skunk/Squrriel molds were pretty lazy since it’s just the same mold . They didn’t even try to make them different from each other. Like say what you will but at least with some of the newer pets between 2013-2020 they were at least trying to make the skunk and squirrel molds different from each other. also the opossum molds was not all that great tbh..

3. The worse thing that ever happened to lps was the Blythe loves lps toy line. No joke idk why they thought this was good. I mean if you guys loved the Blythe dolls that’s fine, to me I always found them off putting since well, they just didn’t fit personally. Like you’re the one who’s caring the pets or this is a world where it’s run by pets. There was never any mention about humans tbh. Again this is prob coming from bitter younger me lol. But in all seriousness though, never really liked Blythe dolls tbh

4. People need to Chill out about the some of the rerelease of lps. Yes I understand, I’m just as nervous and excited as the rest of you guys however I genuinely feel as if people are really making a mountain out of a hill over some prototypes and a blind bag. Like I understand that everyone’s burned out by bad decisions after bad decisions within the lps Franchise. And yes blind bags are overused and annoying however, Guys.. they’re not just gonna make only just blind bags, they’re gonna do other stuff for lps soon just be patient. Not to mention at the end of the day, they’re still just silly little pets for kids. Can you critique the toys? Of course! But just remember that it ain’t that deep. 5. They should bring back that one brown poodle mold

yes this one! its cute as hecc! and i wish they would bring this back 6. This cat isn't a "Wolf-Cat" Its a maine coon. This isn't even an opinion or anything, i just wanna let people know that its suppose to be a maine coon. also the actual "wolf-cat" is called Lykoi and idk how that breed of cat would look as an lps.

7. the main reason back in 2013 Lps was having a reboot was due to MLP having a reboot. that's just my theory tho.

8. I feel like a lot of people keep forgetting that 90s LPS exist. Like whenever people say "g1" they don't think about the kenner Lps toys, they were thinking about the 2000's lps that was popularized by hasbro. and tbh that kinda sucks.. cuz why yes the kenner toys were more into realism, i still geninually, like the kenner lps figures they were rad.

9. The sticker eyes lps were cute, I actually liked them 10. One pet peeve I had with LPS popular, is that technically, Brook should of been arrested or at least suspended since she did attack Savannah first. Not to mention, doesn't this school have like cameras or something!? i know this has been years since I've watched LPS popular but like, bruh, Why don't her parents believe her!

Umm.. I dont really have any other opinions nor thoughts at the moment. idk feel free to ask me anything lps related and I'll give my honest opinions.

[en-geneisaxx]

Case: L̶0V̶3A̶N̶D̶R̶3V̶3N̶63

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞!𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍, 𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊, 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉, 𝖌𝖚𝖓𝖘, 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖚𝖆𝖌𝖊, 𝖒𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆 𝖆𝖚, 𝖒𝖉𝖓𝖎 (𝖒𝖙𝖇𝖆)

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅/𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎�� 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅!! ❦

𝐹𝑒𝑎𝑡. 𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝑆𝑢𝑛𝑜𝑜 𝑜𝑓 𝐸𝑛ℎ𝑦𝑝𝑒𝑛

ɴᴏᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴏғʀᴇᴀᴅ

Part 3:

"Oooh, she seems like a fiesty one- good catch, Jake!" Teases one of his teamates. Bad decision to ask Niki for help.

Jake hasn't been making progress, despite all his efforts. He was impressed, in a way, for the anonymous tip was very vague. A headstart of cat and mouse? He doesn't even know who he's searching for, who he's trying to catch. They were really testing Jake's ability, and they certainly pissed him off.

"Ugh, but like, who would have a connection with 'R3V3N63'?" He knew it meant 'revenge', but that's not enough to single it down to a few suspects.

"Pretty much anyone, even me! I want to get revenge on Heeseung for beating me in basketball." Niki jokes, unbothered by the whole situation. "Wel, I would think that the person would want revenge though, not that ordinary to use it as a secret identity." He continues on, "Just be careful, though, because now you're eventually going to meet up with them. You better not get abducted too!"

He was right: eventually, they are going to meet up with Jake, and he, possibly, might not know. He was in slight danger, with the possibilty of the appearance of the gang members. But why would they even want to get involved with him?

Ah, 𝐰𝐡𝐲? That's something he could work on.

"Hey, try to find out if this company has betrayed or just had a really bad connection with someone, because it's one of the things that can relate to revenge."

"Yes Sir!"

"Guys, I'm going out to town!" You announced, letting them know your location. To be honest, if you were attacked, you wouldn't need help. In just a few moves, you could beat them to a pulp.

Today, you decided to meet up with Sunoo, another best friend of yours. Although he isn't a mafia member, he does know what you do. Sunoo works at a cafe, a popular one in fact, all because of him. People say, "Even on the rainest of days, when I go to this cafe, I see the sunshine." And it's true, with his bright, bubbly smile of his, he certainly shines and takes many hearts- in a nice way.

You walk around in a comfy attire, perfect for walking around on a sunny day. Outside the cafe waits Sunoo, holding drinks in one hand and some pastries in the other. He was on his break, yet he was happily greeting people from time to time. Such a kind boy he is.

"Sunie!" You called, embracing him with open arms. It was nice being with him, he was so fun to be with.

"Ah! Y/nie! It's so good to see you!" He wrapped his occupied hands around you, "I kinda have a lot on my hands right now." He giggled.

You two just ate and talked away, each invested in the conversation. However, just as you were about to leave, a worker had to go somewhere for their own reasons. Sunoo tried to shoo you off, assuring you that they'll be just fine with one less worker, but having a strong will was a characteristic of yours, something that you've always got.

Everything was actually better with you helping out, serving the orders as quickly as possible with top quality taste. The costumer feedback gave the highest ratings, and it never got under a 5. Of course, it meant that the cafe earned more popularity, longer queues and a huge income of costumers. It went on for hours, but died down when the night gave a hint of its entrance, almost everyone returning to their homes.

The store closes at 8pm. You looked at your watch: 7:58pm. You assumed there would be no more costumers, seeing as to how dark and late it was, until you heard the bell ring.

"Uhh, do you still take costumers?" Asked the man.

Gosh, he was handsome, and he had such an alluring voice! His smile was the cherry on top.

You figured you could take one more, especially if it was from someone like him.

"Sure, it wouldn't hurt taking one more order. What would you like?"

He thought for a brief moment, still unable to get to a decision with the countless of items on the menu. "What's your favourite?"

You were taken aback, as no one really asked this, "Hmm, for me, it would be *enter your favourite drink*"

He smiled, liking how gentle yet outgoing you were. You felt welcoming, making him want to stay for longer. "I'll have that then."

You had to wait until it was finished, so you decided to make small talk with him. "Say, what you're name? I haven't seen you here much." His eyes gleamed when he looked at you, excited for no reason.

"Haha, I'm Jake, Jake Sim, or Sim Jaeyun if you want. And, yes, I haven't been here much. First time, actually. My colleagues kept on telling me how good this cafe was, so I wanted to have a taste, myself!"

Ah, we meet again, 𝑱𝒂𝒌𝒆. I haven't been up-to-date much, being busy with all the missions, but I didn't expect him to be this good-looking. However, he still looks like when he was a child, when the two of you met.

Should you give him a hint? After all, if you guys don't meet for another extended period of time, he'll probably give up on trying to hunt you guys down. What could you give him...

Ah! The sandwich when you two first met! If you say your name and give him the same sandwich, surely he'll remember you!

You looked around, hoping such a flavour would be in this cafe, and thankfully, it was. You fetched it, giving him the sandwich as casually as you can, before introducing yourself.

"I'm Y/n, Y/n L/n or L/n Y/n. Nice to meet you, Jake. Hopefully you'll like the sandwich! On the house." You gestured at the food.

He took a read of the label, "Oh, this is actually my favourite! Good choice!"

Y/n...that sounds familiar, not to mention the sandwich as well. How could she have picked the exact one? And it was the one I liked since I moved to Seoul with my dad...since I was ten. My heart was beating like crazy, I know her, I bet. My brain was trying to display the memory in my head, but it just didn't know what to grab for.

Who is this girl...

Why do I feel like I know her...

𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖?

��𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔: @pockettwinzz @diorsyun @dollywons @hoonieshoneymain @heeslomll @emi-en @sungvrhs @potatohoon @rinbowaman @velvetkisscs @jaylaxies (lmk if you wanna be added through asks!)

[magicalbats]

Kinktober Day 16: Public

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 6763

Warnings: Afab!reader, a few sprinklings of gendered language, public sex, exhibitionism, vaginal fingering, piv sex, creampie, talk of cum eating 

A/N: Heizou is actually one of my faves btw 🥴 I haven’t acted right since he called us dreamy in his hangout xmdkxkdnd I’m so sorry

⭐

The streets are jam packed with milling bodies and temporarily erected stalls hocking various wares, foods and trinkets from one end of the city to the next. Most everyone had gotten dressed up to some degree, many of the girls wearing their best summer kimonos and the men donning fancy outer coats of their own to mark the festivities. Even those that couldn’t afford to buy nice clothes managed to splurge on masks carved to look like any number of creature, from the real to the imagined, or on festival headbands knotted at the back of their head in big, woven bows. 

It had been a long, long time since you last saw Inazuma looking so lively and full of such simple joy. A hope for the future that its people hadn’t had not all that long ago. It was the first fall festival celebrating the changing of seasons since both the unjust Vision hunt decree and the equally tyrannical Sakoku decree were abolished, and the excitement in the air was very nearly palpable. Like the newly granted freedom to simply live again had stirred the love and passion everyone held for the world, and it was exceptionally hard not to find yourself swept up in it too. 

Smiling over at Heizou as the two of you make your way down the crowded road together, hand in hand, you try very hard not to let the bubbling thrill of it all show on your face. Not because it was something to hide from him or anything to be ashamed of, but because you simply didn’t know what to do with all this vibrating energy making you feel like an ignited firework just waiting for the fuse to run out so you could shoot off into the sky and join the stars there. You’d never experienced anything quite like it before, at least not to this extent. 

But, to your relief, Heizou seems to be in the same boat and he gives your fingers a tight squeeze to accompany the big, boyish grin he fixes you with in return. “Having a good time I take it?” 

“The best.” 

And that wasn’t an understatement. He’d gotten off work a few hours ago, late in the afternoon, and you’d spent every minute together since, just slowly making your way through the festival at your own pace and checking everything out. It was well past dark now, and so far he’d won you a water balloon yo-yo at a fishing game stall, bested you in a match of ping pong (no surprise to you there), sampled different flavors of sake that were being offered by restaurant vendors, eaten taiyaki and cotton candy, tried your hand at shooting pellets from a toy gun just to receive a consolation prize in the form of a solitary tissue packet, and you’d even walked out to the shrine offering box located in the city to make wishes for the future. It was the most fun you’d had in a long while, and getting to do it all with him just made everything so much better. 

Honestly, you didn’t want this night to ever end. 

“What should we do next?” He wonders aloud, sparkling green eyes eagerly scanning the newest stretch of road you’d wandered into. You do the same, thinking on his question, but he abruptly gives your hand an excitable jolt before you can reach a decision. “Oh! Look, look! There’s a mask stall!” 

Just like that, he’s pulling you in the direction of the stand where you spend a long time deliberating over which to choose from when so many of them had their appeal. True to nature, Heizou teases your taste and playfully tries to psychoanalyze your reasoning behind picking out what you do but you stand firm even in the face of his sly little smiles. You wanted the woodcut cat face with its bold, blocky color scheme. He then picked out a white fox mask for himself, much quicker and with far less agonizing over the decision than you had. Both of you don your new trinkets — yours at a slanted angle on your head to keep your face uncovered while Heizou ties his to the belt at his waist — and the two of you are soon off again. 

“I’m really glad you were able to come with me today.” You tell him softly under the constant murmur of the bustling crowd, for his ears only. Like a closely guarded secret between you and your lover. 

“Hey, me too. I wasn’t going to miss it if I could help it. And y’know,” His smile takes on a mischievous edge as he sidles closer to lightly bump your hip with his. “You look so nice tonight it’s a wonder I can even keep my hands off you right now. I hope you know you’ll be in for a real treat when we get home later.” 

Giggling, you pin him with a playfully wry look. “Oh? Are you sure you can wait that long, mister detective?” 

The new gleam in his eyes tells you he’s strongly considering taking on that challenge, and it makes your blood pump a little faster. “I’m not so sure about that,” He murmurs with a slow, easy drawl. “Do you think you can?” 

You quickly bring your sleeve up to hide the lower half of your face and avert your gaze elsewhere. Of course he would see the change in your expression and recognize it for what it was. Heizou was nothing if not astute and his mastery of body language made him just as dangerous to play these sorts of games with now as he’d been the first day you met him. A rascal, that’s what he was. 

“We’ll have to. Even if we wanted to rent a room for an hour or two you know as well as I do that there won’t be any available during the festival.” 

Humming a soft, knowing tune, Heizou tugs on your hand to pull you in against his side. The firm press of unwavering muscle mass against you just makes your heart beat even quicker, and your cheeks start to grow warm with the first curling tendril of desire. Whatever he may have lacked in overall height was more than made up for in his physical strength and you were regrettably weak for it. Something else that hadn’t changed much at all in the time you’d known him. 

“I’m sure we could find a relatively private place somewhere nearby,” He tells you, blunt thumb caressing circles over your knuckle as if to further entice you. “And my intuition tells me you’re much more keen on the idea than you want to let on right now so … what do you say? I'd be lying if I said talking like this doesn’t have me a little excited. It’s the same for you, right?” 

You steal a quick, surreptitious glance at the front of his pants but the hakama are too loose fitted for you to make out much of anything that might be amiss. That doesn’t stop you from picturing it in your head though, familiar enough with how he looked naked and hard with arousal to see it right then and there in your mind's eye, and even more heat quickly crawls up your face to settle there. It was shameful and embarrassing in equal measure but you did indeed want him. Now, not later. But … but — 

“Is that really okay? If we get caught you might get into trouble. What if you can’t be a Doushin anymore?” 

Heizou’s expression softens, his affection for you visibly warming his face like the first rays of morning light cresting over the horizon. “Don’t worry. I won’t let us get caught. If I’m being honest I don’t really care all that much about my job title anyway, but I’m the only one lucky enough to get the privilege of seeing you turned into a mess …” 

Pausing there on the street, he leans close to press his mouth against yours in what would have been an altogether chaste kiss if your loins hadn’t already been curling at the thought of having him. Instead the slow, coaxing pull of his lips seems to pluck at your growing need, pulling you into his pace with a stilted sigh, and you gradually find yourself leaning further into him. The height difference between you is not so great that you even have to tip your head back to look at him when he pulls back a few moments later, the silent exchange heated with static energy for as short as it lasts. 

Then, he pulls on your hand again. “Come on. I have a place in mind.” 

You follow him, excited and jittery with nerves, off the main road and down a series of small side streets until you finally end up in a cramped little alley. Down to the end where the lip opens up to a picture perfect view of the ocean stretching endlessly into the distance. This is where he stops and turns to you, his hands already coming up to take possessive hold of your hips, but you startle instead. 

“Here?” You gasp, wide eyed with genuine surprise. You’d expected something a bit more out of the way, something more hidden and isolated, not just on the edge of another busy street where anyone could wander by. 

Laughing, he drags you against him to press your front flush to his, and you stiffen at the shudder that tears through you when you feel the pointed nudge of his cock against your stomach. He really was ready to have you, here and now. And not a moment later. 

“Relax. Most everyone will be headed further up the island to watch the fireworks at this time of night which means there shouldn’t be too many stragglers left. This is on the opposite side, away from the best viewing spots, so we’ll be fine.” 

You understood his reasoning. Couldn’t exactly find  fault in it either, but that didn’t do much to quell your nervous anxiety on the matter. “But what if someone does come by? Public indecency is still a thing, Heizou! Shouldn’t we find a better place?” 

Giving your hips a reassuring squeeze, he drags his broad palms up your sides to leave wrinkles in your kimono where he’d rucked it slightly. “Don’t worry so much, sweetheart. I’ve got you. Just trust me, okay?” 

You draw a breath to volley back with but it gets caught in your throat when his thumbs smooth over your chest in such a slow, stilted pass you feel it in high definition even through your clothes. Abruptly forgetting what you were going to say, you slowly glance down at yourself to watch him knead at your chest and a low whine promptly tumbles out of your mouth. You wanted him to keep touching you like that, you were dully horrified to realize. 

No, you didn’t just want it. You needed it. 

Your pussy was already becoming wet for him as if the taboo of this, the thrill of having him grope at you in public was making the sensation even more potent than it otherwise would have been behind closed doors. You could feel it all in startling clarity, how blocky and masculine his fingers feel squeezing around your ribcage. The slow curling of your nipples to leave them stiff and seeking under the thin layer of cotton separating you from him. The way he looks at you, how he draws a deep inhale as if to breathe you in. The not so subtle nudge of his cock twitching against your lower belly … 

Archons, even if you’d wanted to put your foot down about finding another spot you really didn’t think you could wait that long. 

“Heizou,” You say his name like a prayer, an oath, as you bring your hands up to brace them along his muscular shoulders. “I trust you.” 

Green eyes glimmering even under the shroud of night, he leans in to put his face close to yours. “That’s my girl.” 

Your lips meet again, with urgency this time. He kisses you like he’s hungry, a starving man finally finding his salvation in a barren wasteland, and you gladly allow yourself to get swept up in it. Your own need doubles and then triples, making you press your body more tightly to his in a desperation that is as sudden as it is powerful. His silky soft hair brushes your cheek and your nose when he tilts his head to deepen the exchange, kissing you deeply now as his hands shift forward to center over your breasts so he can squeeze them in his palms. A soft, shuddering sigh rises in you at the sensation and you let it out against his mouth when he tugs at the top of your kimono. 

Slowly, the fabric starts to loosen around your shoulders, falling open in the front to expose your flushed, heated skin to the cool night air. It was still early into fall and yet warm enough not to need a jacket, but you were so close to the ocean now that the breeze coming in off the crashing waves below carries with it a chill. It has you trembling slightly, eagerly seeking out the always stifling warmth of his body, but it is an inner heat that starts to make you feel like you’re burning up. It stokes inside you with each demanding press of his full lips, every single brush of roughened fingertips on your body, and even the ever present threat of getting caught is not enough to truly smother it. 

Finally pulling away when the need for air becomes much too great, you send a quick look over his shoulder to glance out at the street. You were still jittery with nerves even though no one had walked by since you’d gotten here but it just seemed to further emphasize how very turned on you were to be doing something like this with him. It was arguably wrong to have sex in a public space — there were laws prohibiting it for a reason — but any concern over it seems to be the farthest thing from his mind right now. 

Bending his head close, Heizou latches onto your neck and kisses deeply at your thundering pulse at the same time he reaches back to grab tight, pinching handfuls of your ass, very nearly hauling you up against him. Your head lolls back when he grinds his hips forward, digging his stiff cock into your belly, but he doesn’t lift you. He could, all too easily. Had done it many times in the past and you’d half expected him to take you like that, against the wall, with your legs wrapped around his narrow waist. Instead, he merely rucks up the length of your kimono until you eventually feel a waft of cold air on your bare backside, and you give a tiny little jolt of surprise. 

“Heizou!” You hiss, reaching back with one hand to grip his wrist. He remains undeterred though, mouthing at your throat even while he almost idly tucks your kimono up around your waist as if you weren’t even clutching his arm so fiercely the knuckles ache in protest. Yelping softly, you twist in his hold to send a wide eyed look down the opposite end of the alley, frantically searching for any signs of other people. “Someone is going to see! I - I don’t have anything on underneath!” 

“I know.” He practically growls against your neck, sliding both hands back down to cup the bare swell of your ass now. The kneading pinch he applies to the skin sends you to the tips of your toes and you waver unsteadily in your dainty little sandals but he easily keeps you upright and balanced without much effort. 

Giving the fleshy swell a rough, possessive jostle, he then slips one of his hands lower to dip between your thighs. The other slides forward, squeezing the meat of your hip along the way, and bullies it into the tight space to attack you from both ends. One set of calloused fingers finds your clit to rub firm, steady circles over the sensitive nub while the opposite digits press up into your slit to tease at your entrance from behind and draw more sticky slick out of you. Shuddering so hard your legs almost give right out from under you, you carefully shuffle them further apart to brace against the onslaught of sensation hitting you all at once. It was overwhelming and mind numbing at the same time but, still, you can’t quite stop yourself from fearfully glancing around. 

It had been one thing when you thought he would just move your clothes out of the way and take you like that, with the important bits hidden out of sight from anyone that might happen to wander by. It wouldn’t have done much to actually conceal what you were doing but at least you would have some dignity left to you. He was practically undressing you right there on the street though, leaving you exposed and vulnerable to any curious onlookers, and you’re more than a little ashamed at how much that makes your cunt slick for him. 

“Are you really sure we should be doing this here? This is so risky — aahn!” 

One of his thick fingers sinking up into your body cuts off the nervous fretting that spills from your mouth, back bowing at the hot sear of penetration. Your pussy squeezes around the intrusion, tries to milk him dry, but he just sedately fucks into you even as he laughs, low and breathy, into the crook of your neck. 

“It might be risky but gods, you’re enjoying this. You’re already this wet for me, baby. Can you hear yourself?” 

Heizou pumps his finger a bit more quickly and you loose a faltering groan at both the delicious drag against your inner sleeve as much as the soft, sticky click that rises in the air. It seems to punctuate your labored breathing, highlighting just how frazzled and aroused you were in that moment, and you finally allow yourself a slow, stilted grind of your hips. His own excitement visibly increases as you fuck your cunt on his finger, moaning when he adds a second to the gripping heat of your body. Attentively, he watches the way you twitch at the increased stretch, pelvis stuttering over his hand before falling back into that stiff, rolling motion again. 

“Not to state the obvious here,” He pants out, strained and thin. “But this just might be the hottest thing I’ve ever been lucky enough to experience. You look so beautiful like this, and all mine for the taking too ...” 

You force your constricting lungs to expand with a tremulous breath while he nudges the top of your kimono further open with his nose to finally expose your breast. He has to bend at the knee to reach without the use of his hands, but he still manages to latch onto the stiffened bud and he suckles with great enthusiasm. Sliding your fingers up the back of his neck and into his hair, you clutch him to your chest and try not to cry out in pleasure even when every fiber of your being was screaming at you to do just that. Between his fingers pumping in and out of you, the others stroking your clit and now his hot, wet mouth on your teat, you felt like you were going to shatter into a million, fleeting pieces. 

“Ooh, H - Heizou! Bless the electro archon, you’re going to make me cum!” You wheeze, legs trembling so hard his probing fingers felt like the only thing keeping you balanced anymore. 

Humming a muffled, encouraging sound into the meat of your breast, he briefly opens his mouth just to latch on again, sucking your nipple straight towards the back of his throat now. The rhythmic suction on your chest paired with the steady pressure on your clit makes you go cross eyed, and they start to roll up into the back of your head as a powerful orgasm bears down on you. You can feel it in your tingling toes, straight up your shaking legs to settle hot and heavy in your pelvis. It has your juddering hips stumbling over the needy pace they’d settled into and you lurch against him, sucking in one ragged breath after another. The digits stuffed in your cunt work a little faster, harder. Your cotton stuffed head begins to spin at a truly dizzying rate, your entire body on fire and — and the coil snaps, so abruptly it sends you reeling in his hold. 

Mouth dropping open on a high pitched, keening wail you just barely manage to keep hushed and soft, you quake through your release so violently Heizou has to shift and adjust the position of his feet to keep you from toppling right over. Luckily, though, he is sturdy and solid against you, and you’re free to spasm wildly even as you force your jaw to clench shut so you can seethe through your teeth instead of crying out.  

You come down from it one little piece of you at a time some moments later, legs trembling like a newborn doe’s even when he carefully removes his sticky fingers from your cunt. The tremors were still so fresh in your mind that just the lingering waves now lapping at your consciousness causes you to sensitively twitch and groan low in your throat at the loss of him. You were floating somewhere far outside your body, intoxicated on the rush of endorphins and dopamine that blankets over your body to leave you warm and comfortable in the aftermath. And, still, you almost couldn’t believe you’d actually been able to cum like that in public … 

Pulling up off your wet teat with a rumbling groan, Heizou finally straightens up to look at you. His strong hands squeeze at your hips and waist with wanting tugs that pull you right up against him, and you try very hard not to think about the sticky trail some of his fingers leave on your skin. 

“I hope your post-climax clarity doesn’t make you change your mind about doing this,” He whispers into the scant space separating your mouth from his, those lovely, heavy lidded eyes fixated on your own. “Because I’m really not sure if I can wait until we get home to finish.” 

He rolls his hips forward to nudge his cock into you for emphasis, and you smile at him. Grin, from ear to ear. “Of course I’m not going to do that to you.” Reaching up to brush some of those long forelocks back from his handsome face, you lower your tone to a sultry whisper. “How do you want me, Heizou?” 

A weak, faltering sound puffs out of him to accompany the shudder that works through his body. Lashes fluttering in sensitive bliss, he closes the distance to kiss you again even as his hands maneuver you back against the wall. You think he’s going to finally pick you up like you’d initially thought he would but, to your surprise, when he disengages another moment later he just gently turns you around. 

“Lean forward,” He murmurs, thick and quiet. “I want to look at your pussy while I’m fucking it.” 

Your knees turn wobbly at that but you oblige, and slowly bend at the waist with your hands braced on the wall. Craning your neck back, you look at him with a small frown of uncertainty while he quickly works to unfasten the tie around his waist. “Are you sure about this? If someone comes by it’ll be pretty obvious what we’re doing …” 

“Like it wasn’t before?” He snorts a quiet laugh that promptly morphs into a soft groan of relief when he gets his cock out. Biting down on his bottom lip, Heizou shuffles closer and places one palm on the swell of your hip while the other reaches between the two of you to guide himself in. 

The nudge against your wet, puffy slit chases away your last remaining doubts and, turning back to face the wall, you issue a stuttering groan when he starts to sink in. Your guts are so soft and pliant that the glide is very nearly seamless, his thick length stretching you much more than his fingers had. But it was so incredibly satisfying on a bone deep level and you moan when your pussy eagerly spasms around him. Hungrily rearing back, you try to take him in quicker and the responding grunt from him rushes straight to your spinning head. 

Panting again, you hang your head between your arms to peer down at yourself — at the shockingly erotic sight of your tits spilling out of your kimono, the shameless spread of your thighs. Heizou’s own wide legged stance behind you that seems to falter when he finally settles against you with a tiny, wet little click from your cunt. It was like something out of the hottest wet dream ever conceived, and your breath catches in your throat when he immediately falls into a moderate pace. 

His thrusts are quick and snappy but flawlessly controlled to jab up into your body right where you needed him the most. You rock back and forth between him and the wall, gasping and groaning as softly as you could manage, while the steady plap, plap, plap of skin meeting skin rises to dominate the space inside the alley. The sway of your tits feels heavy in this position, stiff nipples cutting through the air with each pendulous swing, further highlighting just how stark your nudity truly felt out in the open like this. You’d never felt quite so exposed, so vulnerable, and it was quite possibly the most singularly arousing experience of your life. 

“You look amazing like this.” He hisses behind you, reaching up to shove the back of your kimono higher to leave the full curve of your ass on display. Issuing a ruffled, almost bestial growl of pleasure, he brings both palms to your cheeks so he can grope and squeeze them, pinching tight to spread them and get a good long look at your cunt clinging to him. A flustered sound of protest rises in your throat when you realize he can see an uninterrupted shot of your puckered ass hole as well but you can’t quite seem to find the wherewithal to give it voice. 

“I don’t know how long I can last right now, baby. You’re squeezing me so good and your pussy looks incredible … ooh — dammit!” Groaning, he hunches further over you to press his mouth against the sweat dampened jut of your shoulder in a sloppy kiss. “Want me to cum in you, sweetheart? Want me to fill you up now and make you walk home with me dripping out of you … want me to eat it out of you in bed later? Wanna’ sit on my face when we get back? Huh? Is that what you want?” 

“Gods, yes, Heizou!” You frantically whisper back. “Please stuff me and - -“ 

The approaching sound of distant laughter brings you to a sudden, screeching halt. Your stomach lurches with the cold icy fist that grips you all at once and nearly stops your heart altogether. He moans, haggard and frazzled, when you subconsciously clamp down on his cock but you hardly have the presence of mind to think about that right now — or how hot and heavy he feels pulsing inside your cunt. The only semi coherent thought running through your head in that moment was that there were people coming. And there would be no hiding or excusing away this lurid scene. 

Jolting, you try to pull from him and straighten up but, much to your gasping surprise, he just wraps those lean, muscular arms around your middle to keep you pinned against the front of him. Your heart very nearly jackhammers straight through your chest and you quickly twist your neck back to look at him with wide, wild eyes. 

“What are you doing?” You demand in a harsh, caustic whisper. 

“Don’t worry. They probably won’t even notice us here.” He tells you rather matter of factly for someone wedged balls deep inside your cunt. That he didn’t even have the decency to talk at a hushed, lower register almost makes you scream.  

“Are you out of your mind? I think it’d be a little hard not to notice two people screwing in an alley!” 

Lifting his head from your shoulder, Heizou pins you with a frustratingly innocent look. “What do you think is going to happen even if they do catch a glimpse of us? Send for the shogun to come execute us herself?” 

Your pulse sputters and threatens to give out entirely when another burst of laughter rings out through the night, closer now. Much too close for comfort as far as you were concerned. “They could call the Doushin on us! You would lose your job if you got arrested over something like this!” 

He pretends to think about that for a moment before giving his hips a stilted roll, grinding up into your cunt forcefully enough to make stars erupt in your eyes. “I say it’s well worth it. You feel way too good right now for me to care about any of that.” 

“Heizou!” You could make out shuffling footsteps now, coming down the road just to your left by the sounds of it. The stumbling footfalls and tittering giggles seemed to suggest whoever it was was drunk, possibly even too intoxicated to notice much of anything around them including the two of you. But that doesn’t exactly make you feel much better about it though. Reaching down to blindly grasp at the forearm locked around your middle, you sink your nails in to try and get his attention. “Okay, so they don’t call the Doushin on us. What are we going to do if they recognize us later on? Do you really want to be known as that guy who fucked his girlfriend in the middle of a public street?” 

Looking at you from under the heavy fall of his thick, pretty lashes, Heizou offers up a thoughtful hum of consideration. “If it’s being recognized you’re so worried about, I think I might have a solution for that.” 

“Wha - -“ 

Before you can even get the whole word out he unwinds one of his arms from around you so he can reach up and slip your mask around over your face. You squawk and choke on a laundry list of protests but you can’t quite seem to form a coherent sentence anymore. All the frantic, now muffled, noises coming out of you sound like gibberish to your own ears and even trying to turn your head doesn’t work. He just follows you with his hand, keeping the calico cat mask in place while the other squeezes tight around your stomach to stop you from scuttling away. You’re about to twist your arm back to snatch a fistful of his hair when he abruptly thrusts against your ass, digging his cock so deep inside you it nearly sends you lurching into a free fall. The pressure on your guts is immense, damn near blinding, and your mouth falls open with a stuttering moan so soft and weak it almost gets lost under the pounding blood in your ears. 

You have to force yourself to suck in a haggard, gasping breath of air as he picks back up his abandoned rhythm, narrow hips mutedly slapping your upturned ass again. Heizou’s cock seems to punch the protest right out of you along with a series of high pitched, mewling groans though, and you wildly claw at the wall in your distress. On one hand it felt good … amazing, even. The nervous tension thrumming through your body just made him feel even bigger, hotter, more rigid against your squirming guts. But on the other it sounded like whoever was approaching was almost right on top of you now, the muddled sound of their voices swimming nauseatingly in your head. If they just glanced over into the alley they’d see you. They would know you were getting pounded within an inch of your life and there was no telling how they’d react. 

At this point you weren’t even sure how you were going to react. 

Gasping just to keep back the wounded sounds of ecstasy trying to claw their way up your throat, you fretfully shudder when Heizou turns his head away from the lip of the alley and rests his cheek across your trembling shoulder instead. Hiding his face from view but still not stopping his insistent thrusting for even a second. As if sensing your grudging resignation, his hand finally falls away from the mask to grasp your neck and he holds you like that, by the throat in that loose grip, while he continues to rut into you even when those voices finally spill into the space that only the two of you had occupied up until now. A startled beat seems to punctuate the dreaded moment and then a quiet gasp echoes off the walls. Screwing your eyes shut, you hang your head between your outstretched arms and subtly arch your spine to push back on him and better take his plunging cock. 

You were beyond horrified to realize it but you felt like you were going to cum again. Soon. With or without an audience watching on. 

A flood of relief washes over you when the resulting rush of embarrassed footsteps quickly hurries on down the street, leaving you to it for the time being.  There was no telling how long it would last though if they decided to seek out a Doushin and you desperately rock back against Heizou in an attempt to spurn him on. The two of you needed to finish up and be on your way, but you didn’t want to stop now … couldn’t bring yourself to stop when it felt like you were teetering dangerously close to the edge again.

“Want your cum, Heizou,” You mewl against the inside of the mask, trusting he would still be able to make out what you were saying even with it muffling your voice. “Want you to fill me up and take me home — ah - ahhn! Please, I need it, Heizou, I need it!” 

Grunting roughly against your shoulder, his thrusts start to falter and become sloppy, more desperate. Needy. “I’m close, sweetheart, I’m cumming … I’m cumming, archons, I’m cumming!” 

The noise that bursts out of him is strained and frantic, his usually soft toned voice rising another octave in his heightened bliss. He finally gives up on maintaining his pace altogether and simply slams himself into you, again and again, the harsh plap! plap! of your ass bouncing off his solid stomach growing even louder until it seems deafening in your ringing ears. You start to go cross eyed, mouth hanging open in a doped out stupor while you cling to the wall as his cock spears you straight down the middle; again and again, and again. 

Fingers digging into the skin they’ve latched onto, hard enough to bruise, he at last gives one final, lurching thrust into the pulpy heat of your cunt. He grows immediately stiff and still behind you, letting out tiny little whimpers of pleasure while his cock shoots thick, heavy ropes deep into your body. Just standing there, panting, you bask in the sensation of his seed settling against your guts, so warm and creamy inside your gummy sleeve that a fresh tremor tears through you at the sensation. It was addictive and intoxicating in the worst possible way … 

Some moments later he finally goes slack against you with a thin, heaving sigh of relief. At first you assume he’s just giving you a moment to recover while his cock slowly softens inside you, just warming it for the time being. But then he startles you when he slides the hand on your neck down to smooth over your flexing stomach and then dips between your spread thighs, making you go ramrod stiff. 

And right on cue the fireworks start to go off overhead. 

You’d never been more thankful to hear them in your entire life as you writhe and shriek in wordless delight when those blunt fingers find your swollen clit and start to rub hasty, demanding circles against it. You very nearly collapse on the spot but he keeps you upright with the sturdy arm locked around your waist, and you wildly buck and rear back on him in a blind search for release. The pressure of it quickly bears down on you, only emphasized by the cooling discharge deep inside your cunt, while he lets you grind yourself on him even when he hisses in oversensitized discomfort. You’re practically mindless with it though, hardly even having the presence of mind to understand that you were subconsciously milking his already spent cock for all it was worth. 

You couldn’t stop it though, much too caught up in the violently cresting waves that seem to slam the air right out of your lungs. Tears spring up in your eyes as you twist in his hold, thighs quaking uncontrollably and, finally, with a sudden wrench that leaves you stumbling against him, you cum hard. Wailing at the top of your lungs, thankfully drowned out in the continuous boom, boom, boom of exploding fireworks, you spasm so wildly through your second release that it seems to make your teeth rattle before finally — finally! Going limp in his arms an eternity later. 

Gingerly, Heizou starts to ease out of you and you outright hiss at the dull drag of him slipping loose of your hold. You’re still wheezing when he gently helps you straighten up and gets you turned around so you can lean against the wall for support. He takes a moment to push the mask up to perch on top of your head and then puts his face close to yours, speaking loud enough for you to hear over the near constant racket in the sky. 

“Can I trust you not to collapse for a moment?” 

You shoot him a slow, halfhearted look of warning. “You have a lot of nerve talking to me about trust right now.” 

“Hey, hey, everything turned out fine, didn’t it?” 

Forcefully shaking off your post-orgasm stupor, you reach up to shove at his shoulder. “How are you so sure of that, Heizou? For all you know they could be talking to a Doushin right now! How are we possibly going to explain ourselves if we get - -“ 

He suddenly swoops in, silencing you with a kiss that makes you squawk in surprise and outrage alike. You try to push him again, determined to stand your ground on this, but you soon find yourself grudgingly softening under the coaxing pull of his mouth. Far be it that you wanted to let it go so easily but … well, this was a pretty convincing argument. 

Feeling your resolve start to weaken and then crumble, Heizou finally pulls back a moment later with a big, boyish smile that makes your heart skip a beat. You still try to cling to your anger though and look away from him with a huff, but he just leans close to press his forehead against yours, effectively taking up your entire field of vision so that you can’t avoid his attention. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing. I’ll take care of it if anything happens. Promise.” 

Pausing, he tips his head to brush the tips of your noses in a decidedly puppy-like nuzzle, and you find yourself smiling even though you try very hard to keep it at bay. He was frustratingly hard to stay mad at. 

“Come on, let’s get you sorted out and taken home.” He murmurs softly as he tugs the top of your kimono back into place, but you don’t quite miss the sly inflection in his voice. Not by a long shot, and his grin just widens when you give him a questioning look. “If we don’t hurry back there won’t be anything left for me to eat out of you.”

⭐

Crossposted: here

[notasouleater]

Take A Sip From My Cup

Chapter 1 (here) Chapter 2

Ao3

Summary: Wizardmon and Gatomon are coworkers at a coffee-shop. They have a calm snow day

Notes: 1,462 words. Coffee shop au! Everyone is human but might still have non-human traits (I just wanted Gatomon to have cat ears). The exception is Tailmon, who is an actual cat (Gatomon gets to be two characters)

“What on Earth do you think you’re doing?”

Wizardmon glanced up from what he was doing to find the slightly disgusted face of his manager staring down at him.

“Well you see,” he said, in the most innocent voice he could muster, “I’m just mixing a drink for a customer.”

Gatomon’s look of displeasure stretched. “No-one’s been in here for over 20 minutes.”

She wasn’t wrong. It was far too snowy outside for anyone to be making the trip to Cup of Coffin or anywhere at all, really. As it was the only reason he’d bothered coming into work was because he knew Gatomon would still be there regardless of the weather, and he wasn’t going to leave her alone.

Wizardmon shrugged, moving to continue pouring before Gatomon snatched the bottle out of his hands.

“My experiment!”

“What have we discussed about your consumption of hot sauce while in my building?”

“I don’t recall.”

Gatomon reached into the pocket of her suit before pulling out a piece of paper, which she brandished at him. He didn’t need more than a glance to know its contents- a contract to stop drinking hot sauce bottles at work which he’d been, frankly, forced to sign.

“I wasn’t drinking it out of the bottle,” he said, shaking his cup of coffee concoction pointedly. “This is perfectly acceptable by the standards of what you made me agree to.”

Gatomon’s ear twitched.

“Please tell me you don’t plan on drinking that.”

He stared at her blankly.

“You just called it an experiment.”

“It’s for science,” he responded happily.

Gatomon glared at him, before sighing in defeat at his actions. “I’m not calling an ambulance for you,” she said, before retreating to the back of the shop, still poised where she could watch the fallout of his decision-making skills.

Disappointing for her, because Pumpkin Spice had some of the best results of any of his projects thus far. Wonderful.

They mostly sat quietly throughout the rest of the day. He almost missed when they’d been working through college, because then at least on slow days he could occupy himself with studying. Almost missed, because classes were simply unnecessary for studying. Nothing could stop him from studying on the job.

He was burying himself in tips for making sprites, closing soon approaching, when someone entered the store. He straightened up to face the door, adjusting his mask over his mouth.

Ah. This guy.

Wizardmon was already making the drink by the time Gennai made it to the counter to order, both flabbergasted and not at all surprised the man still made it out to the coffee shop with the amount of snow outside. The man in question only raised his eyebrows happily when he saw that his order was already swiftly in the process of being made.

“Some weather, huh?”

Wizardmon glanced to the door, where the snow was steadily trying to trap them in the building. “Seems to be.”

“Yes, yes,” Gennai said, swiftly paying for and taking his drink, “couldn’t be avoided. You young folks get home safe.”

With that he was out the door.

Gatomon leaned her head out from the back office.

“Is the old man gone?”

“You should respect your elders, Gatomon.”

“I’d respect him more if he wasn’t as observant as a brick, Wizardmon. If he had any competency at his job he would have shut us down months ago.”

Wizardmon shifted, “surely he knows Cup of Coffin is what it is. Our bosses aren’t particularly… subtle.”

Which is to say the Cup of Coffin chain was super a money laundering front for the mob, which always made it a little awkward that one of their regulars was a police detective.

“Perhaps he just considers himself off duty when he visits us.”

Gatomon laughed. “Ha! More like I just run this place better than any of Myotismon’s other stupid cronies. It’s like they don’t even care about running a good coffee location.”

“They care about what the coffee hides, Gatomon.”

“Well I don’t,” she scoffed. “Besides, you worry too much. That old man couldn't recognize his own hand if he waved it in front of his face. Remember what he said on Halloween?”

Wizardmon huffed. He’d switched out his usual mask for one with a stitched mouth on it. Gennai told him he was glad to see him smile for once. It wasn’t a joke.

He moved on from that subject. “Did you need something? Want me to look over accounting again?”

Gatomon’s eyes drifted to the front door. “I was thinking we should go home, actually,” she drawled. “It’s far too cold to be continuing this nonsense, no one else should be stupid enough to try to visit us in what little time we would usually have left, and I want to be in bed.”

Wizardmon couldn’t really disagree with that, not that he ever argued with her much when he did. The snow was already going to be a pain to walk in. He started closing.

By the time they both made it to the door from their duties to lock up, Gatomon had changed into a heavier coat, pink scarf pulled from where she usually wore it loose around her shoulders to actually being wrapped around her neck. She surveyed him with a scrutinizing look.

“Do you want a ride?”

“I can walk just fine.”

“Don’t tell me you plan on doing so in that.”

He looked down at his jacket, worn enough that the collar no longer reached his chin, hanging loose over pants that were long but meant more for cargo than warmth. His boots were decent enough at least. He pulled up his hood to rest under his hat. “It was fine on the way here.”

“You’ll catch your death like this, y’know.”

“Good, “ he grinned, “better than it catching me.”

Gatomon sighed, rolling her eyes as she walked to her car. “Don’t come crying to me when you regret it.”

With that they waved goodbye, and she was off in a pink blur into the night.

Wizardmon took a minute to watch his coworker disappear before starting his own journey home. It really wasn’t that far, if made a bit harder to traverse by the snow, needing to use his walking stick once or twice to keep him balanced on ice. He shook himself off as he entered his building, snow falling from his shoulders as he went up to his apartment.

As he opened his door he heard movement in the shadows, then a blur of white that surveyed him before dipping back into the darkness. He smiled, finally removing his mask for the night. Even if she did it every time he came home, it was comforting to see Tailmon checking in, though she pretended to be aloof. It was also reassurance that his little rescue cat hadn’t spontaneously decided she was ready to return to her old life of danger out on the streets. It wasn’t likely given how much she enjoyed napping in luxury and also doors, but sometimes she would get a glint in her eye while watching birds out the window and he worried. What if she learned how to operate doorknobs? She was a smart cat!

After setting his things down by the door Wizardmon drifted around his place. First food for Tailmon, brushing up against his legs impatiently as he poured it. Then food for himself, idly heating up a can of soup and pouring it into a bowl. He studied on his computer as he ate, pulling up articles on ghosts and different spooky figures, looking for ones that were currently hot topics of discussion. As usual, he didn’t notice how long he spent making notes after his bowl was empty until Tailmon was yelling at him.

“Of course,” he told his cat, finally getting up to stretch and move dishes to the sink, “what would I do without you?”

She followed him around impatiently as he got ready for the night, plugging in his computer and brushing his teeth. He felt like she was judging him as he changed out of his still damp clothing into warm pajamas, something he probably should have done right when he got home. Tailmon wove around him as he shook his hair loose from the tie that sat low in it until he finally got into bed and she was able to jump on top of his legs, pinning him for the night. He took a minute to tell her about his day- an important ritual. It helped Tailmon sleep, as well as giving him a similar essence to reading a book before bed without the risk of distraction. Then finally, he turned off his lamp and settled back to sleep.

[l3irdl3rain]

I know Duncan lives a very happy, supported, and fulfilled life - you take such good care of your pets and are really receptive to their needs! But my heart still twinges when I see him fall or twitch 🥺

Does that ever get easier for you? I've never been in the position to care for a disabled pet, but I can imagine that once you get to know their personalities and moods it goes from "oh poor little thing" to "this is normal and just how things are" pretty quickly.

It's hard seeing animals struggle, and it's actually a source of anxiety for me when I consider adopting a disabled pet myself. Like, I'm worried it would be really emotionally difficult to watch my pet fall over on their way to get attention every day, even if I knew they were fine and that was normal for them, yknow? I guess, have you found it gets easier when its your pet?

Also thanks for sharing these little guys' lives and answering questions! It's a joy to see them thriving and it's awesome to see what caring for animals with specific needs actually looks like!

I’m not gonna lie, Duncan can make me sad at times. I can tell he’s happy and he’s not uncomfortable but it’s sad in a way none of my other special needs cats have been for me. I feel bad that he isn’t ever going to be able to do the things a normal cat can do. However, I also trust myself to know when it’s time and to make the decision to euthanize. And I know if I wait too long Doc will let me know I’m being unfair to Duncan. That makes it easier.

All that sad stuff being said, it’s not like it’s something terrible that weighs on me everyday. Like you said, I see him every single day, so I recognize this as normal for him. Things like seizures are obviously always going to be awful to witness because it’s awful for him to have to go through that. But things like falling over? He doesn’t care, he’ll just get back up and try again.

Also! Don’t let severe cases like Duncan completely scare you off special needs pets. I’m not gonna lie, owning a cat like Duncan isn’t for everyone. He’s an unbelievable amount of work and he is far more emotionally taxing than the average cat. However, there are pets with special needs that aren’t nearly as extreme. As an example, Maccready was extremely easy to own in comparison. Speaking in regards to both the actual care but also the emotional aspects.