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Soul Eater Episode 37
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#anime icons#crona#joe buttataki#lord death#soul evans#maka albarn#patty thompson#dr stein#franken stein#professor stein#soul resonance#soul evans weapon#soul eater episode 37
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if i had a nickel for every time an anime character had a belt buckle that said âbjâ on itâŠ
#like whyâŠ#so close to finishing soul eater#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#mha#bnha#best jeanist#soul eater#joe buttataki
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Looking back, I think itâs kinda nuts how powerful Joe Buttataki was in comparison to his peers. He may not be anything special combat-wise, but heâs greatly implied to be the best there is on Earth at soul perception, and that includes Lord Death. Lord Death could probably mollywhop any meister in Death City without too much effort, but he requested to call BJ in because he just couldnât do what BJ does. Itâs not even because he canât leave Death City, he got BJ to investigate inside the city. You know how good you have to be at something to get God to specifically ask for you? He became the first person in Human history to figure out how to break through the witchesâ Soul Protect, even before a god whoâs lived at least 800 years longer than him was able to, thatâs goddamn impressive.
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Is BJ x Blair a thing? I like it. They have some cute interactions in the anime.
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To Love In The Most âLovelessâ Way Possible
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Fandom: soul eater
Characters: marie mjolnir, franken stein
Word count: 362
Tags: sadism, cemetery, emotional hurt/comfort, mild hurt/comfort, mentions of violence and dissection, acts of kindness, random & short, unorthodox form of love you could say, /form of affection, disturbing fluff, disturbing themes
Summary: -Manga Spoilers-
Stein is comforting Marie in the cemetery after learning of Joe Buttatakiâs death, experiencing a sadistic fondness for her.
Notes: another short little idea I had in mind, something to describe. this exists now. I quite like particular words if you couldnât tell.
Cupping her soft, vermillion cheeks in his calloused hands and feeling the heat of fat tears rolling over his frigid fingers and slipping in between them, embracing her and holding her head gently against his chest - it was like holding an adorable, injured and susceptible bird, observing as it rested in his palms and gazed up at him with nothing but the purest trust and adoration. He would caress the creature tenderly as though it were the most fragile thing in the world, a surge of something utterly intoxicating digging and delving into his brain and consuming him whole with the revelation that he could easily crush, mutilate, dissect the tiny thing in his hands, but ultimately choosing to continue petting it instead, refraining from his own subdued barbarity, from the cesspool teeming with gore innate to his soul; just another congenital abnormality.
âIâm sorry, Marie,â he murmured an apology into her hair, because truthfully, he did not necessarily wish for her to suffer. There was not a twinge of any sympathy that he could experience for the woman, but heâd try for her. Heâd try to ignore the swarming and roaring of the hornetâs nest, heâd try a hand at his old feigning, for it rekindled the flame of the seeming surging drug⊠and because he appreciated her and all sheâd done for him when he was the vulnerable, susceptible one more than she could ever possibly know.
He brought lithe fingers down to her spine, rushing languid nails up and down, and up and down, and up and down again. âWeâll find the perpetrator.â
âYou better be prepared,â she hiccuped between miserable sobs. ââCause I will stop at nothing to find the guy. We will not return to Death City until we know with absolute certainty who the killer is- until we find them, until we catch them!â
Stein slowly inhaled the wintry, crisp air of the night encapsulating the cemetery, glancing up at the crescent moon gushing with blood and beaming sadistically down upon him.
âOf course.â
Even with the incessant, yet pleasant buzzing and even with the thick, billowing blanket that was the static, âIâll try my best.â
#soul eater#franken stein#stein#stein soul eater#dr stein#marie soul eater#marie mjolnir#takeyourcyanide#soul eater fanfic#soul eater fanfiction#my fanfic
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What do you think happens to all Souls of "good" people who die, especially of it is of natural causes?
Did the manga ever give an answer?
I mean, during the credits of the final episode of the first anime, it showed Lord Death praying over a Kishin Egg he buried in his Death Room, where it looked like he was depositing Asura's soul. So, in the anime continuity, we have a hint what happens to those Kishin Eggs that others pick up.
But in the manga, where Lord Death has people collect evil souls, but you can also collect good souls...
The first episode of the first anime showed Jack the Ripper's victim reduced to a soul that was eaten. But that scene is not in the manga. However, Granny is killed in the Moon battle, and her body is reduced to a soul. So, the implication would be that, when you die, if you were good, you're just reduced to a soul. We already saw that far earlier in the manga, given that we see good souls eaten by Crona, including on the ship Nidhogg.
But then there are people who are killed--and no soul is shown left behind. We have Joe Buttataki killed. We're told his chest and heart were ripped through, so we know he left a corpse behind, however briefly, but that the DWMA did not find a soul left behind. Sid is killed, yet somehow his corpse remains, even hanging out in Stein's lab under a sheet in his examination room, all so he can become a zombie. This is never fully explained in any source material as to why this good person who did die of a natural cause* didn't just turn into a soul.
*(I have a story in mind, in which Sid realized he would probably need to hang around even after death to keep an eye on Black Star and had pulled some strings to modify his body for such a purpose to be zombie-fied when, at least as the rest of the series shows, there aren't other zombies. But this is fanfiction territory that depends on adding stuff not in the original text, including far more emphasis on Sid's parental role to Black Star. So, maybe it's just that there was something in Shaula's venom that was still animating Sid's body, then Stein's research on the anti-venom had a bonus of also letting him unlock how to turn someone into a zombie.)
If I was just reading Soul Eater and Soul Eater NOT, my answer would be that, when a good person dies, after death, especially after a natural death, the body just dissipates, leaving a soul behind. (That ignores Sid and Buttataki--but, screw it, I'll ignore that as well.) That's it, nothing more. If there was an afterlife, we don't see it: we just see that soul, that soul is taken by someone (Lord Death to bury in the Death Room? family? friends? next of kin? a governmental entity?), or the soul is unfortunately gobbled up by a pre-Kishin.
But then you get the stuff after Soul Eater NOT, and that means tagging this for spoilers and putting the spoilers below...
Fire Force, shown to be a prequel to Soul Eater, introducing Lord Death, where Shinra made him so that the concept of death was closer and maybe even a little more friendly (...which gets blown out of the water once Old Death is hunting down Arachne and scaring small children...), would imply that the reason for dissolving the corpse and leaving a soul behind is so that the reality of death is less disturbing. "Who would want to stare at a disturbing dead corpse when you could look at a wobbly cute little soul?!"
(...God, this makes me hate Fire Force even more. Death is a reality; corpses are a reality; it sucks, it's disturbing, but a series that already said you have to face fears or you'll go mad now just saying "ignore what scares you, just make it cute" is such bullshit. Also, again, what about how Sid dies? Or heck, even how Giriko's golem body is left behind after they die.)
Fire Force doesn't quite show an afterlife, or if you want to call it that since Iris, Inca, and others did technically die, it was more of a black void, another dimension. Does that mean, when someone dies, and they are turned into a soul, that soul can end up in that dark void? Or that the soul remains in our world but the thoughts, feelings, and what made them human is now in that void? I don't know.
In other words, the canonical answer is still not clear to me. : \
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i wish i didnt forget to post on here :)
#soul eater#dr stein#franken stein#stein soul eater#marie mjolnir#steinmarie#joe buttataki#soul eater fanart#my art
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#marie mjolnir#joe buttataki#franken stein#steinmarie#implied...#soul eater#misc*#anyway yes this is a real scene in the manga no i didn't edit this
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Meow
Okay. I honestly have no clue what to do with Blair and like. Witches that have animal forms in this au. Iâve been skirting around it but if I actually do something with it differently Iâll probably either do prehistoric animals or insects
#Blair the cat#joe buttataki#soul eater#soul eater au#also the chuba cabra club is run by a goat because I think thatâs hilarious#itâs a mixed species bar#the rabbit girl actually has her ears cropped to give her a more âmatureâ look#the bush dog girl has her teeth filed down to be less intimidating#itâs fairly common for this type of thing unless itâs a full carnivore establishment#and even then#the rabbit has her teeth filed down too but itâs less of an issue because theyâll grow forever#theyâre kinda friends with spirit#he comes in and cries so much it gives them lots to talk about#and he manages to be less creepy than some other patrons#high bar weâve got here#not all cats have nine souls here because that would be a whole situation. just Blair. sheâs a freak#the bush dog girl almost got declawed but since her job is on the more âhigh endâ scale of clubs she doesnât have to#also the rabbit girl kinda looks like Makaâs mom just. less. hare like.#spirits coping well#beastars au#anthro au#joe is there. hi Joe. you were hard to design cause the mole you are is just a circle#also when soul and maka first met Blair soul did slam headfirst into her rib cage#it hurt hes a big little ram with a hard head#she had a lot more trouble being sexy something broke in there#sorry blair.#no one knows why she has a job#she doesnât pay rent. she scratches up the couches and meows like she canât talk when people are like what the fuck blair#i love her sheâs a menace#maybe sheâs just naked or something. Blair you are an enigma
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#soul eater#spirit albarn#lord death#shinigami sama#manga#shounen#atsushi okubo#atsushi ohkubo#joe buttataki
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Absolutely heartbroken that I missed the sign-ups but I am so excited to see what y'all make!!!!
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Woeful
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I would just like to say that I think this may or may not have gone completely off the rails. But thatâs fine. Because so does Soul Eater. I have also never written smut before in my life, so I hope itâs not a complete dumpster fire! I think it started out fine, and then just plummeted and diverged haha. Weâll see. This is a very experimental fic for me. This mightâve ended up out of character. Whoopsies.
CWs: Porn, implied emotional manipulation and neglect, jealousy issues on both Stein and Kamiâs end, internalized misogyny (a little) on Kamiâs end, mentions of Steinâs experimenting on Spirit, infidelity, underage alcoholism, teen pregnancy, consensual underage sex, slight physical abuse (?) near the end, toxic relationships
Fandom: Soul Eater
Character(s): Spirit Albarn, Kami (Makaâs mother), Franken Stein, brief mentions of Marie Mjolnir and Joe Buttataki
Word count: 10 192
Tags: hurt/comfort, underage drinking, porn with plot, men crying, verbal humiliation, teen romance, teen angst, teen pregnancy, drinking to cope, angst and porn, praise kink, sadism, masochism, emotional manipulation, resolved sexual tension, infidelity, slapping (Kami slaps Spirit), sexual content, not beta read, etc.
Summary: Kami tells Spirit that sheâs pregnant. Thereâs another thing that sheâs also been keeping from him, however, that sends him spiraling into drinking and infidelity with his ex-partner.
Notes: I began with the idea that Iâd explore teen pregnancy and its effects on teenagers, Spirit and Kami in this case, as well as how their immaturity, irresponsibility, and vices might effect them during such a trying time. This may or may not have became something entirely different. Oops. Itâs a bit of everything, from toxic relationships to alcoholism. So, here, hope you like over 10k words of pure angst. And smut. I made Spirit extremely pathetic in this one. I simultaneously hate this and love it. Itâs horrible. LMAOOO. I can never stick to one goddamn thing because Iâm tangential. Itâs everything. I really need to learn how to. But Iâve written over ten thousand words and Iâm not putting that to waste.
Spirit gripped the edges of Kamiâs marble countertop with a fervor he was not aware that he possessed; his knuckles just as white as the petals of a daisy, his fingertips vermillion. As he stared down into the sink, not daring to face himself in the bathroom mirror, he forced the bile rising in his throat back down, a stirring cocktail of trepidation, consternation, excitement, joy, shame, and grief falling upon him all at once.
âSpirit⊠Iâm pregnant,â the words screamed repeatedly within the confines of his shaken skull, the perturbation in his loverâs voice still just as apparent as it had been mere moments ago.
He had given his whole life away for the sake of one night of pleasure and passion. Or multiple nights. There was no telling when and where the growing fetus was conceived if he was being entirely honest with himself.
Albarn threw his head back and forth, a repetitive motion, as his nose scrunched, his eyebrows furrowing in terror. His mouth opened and closed, searching for anything at all to respond with.
âAr⊠Are you sure?â He began, lifting his slouched figure from the cool and comforting, sturdy rigidity of the counter, looking Kami up and down, his eyes scanning each and every atom surrounding him, panicking. âI mean - how many tests did you take?!â
âFour! I took four, Spirit! Four different pregnancy tests!â She shook her own head in mild disbelief, as though it was completely inconceivable that the results flashed before her eyes on the stick could ever be potentially false. âAnd they all said âpositiveâ!â Kami slapped her hands together, her eyes bugging out of her head, her lips pursed.
âFuck,â Spirit ran a stressed hand through his crimson hair, deeply swallowing whatever so much as desired to escape from his mouth.
âSo, what? Youâre not gonna run away and become a deadbeat, are you?â Her voice trembled, her lips quivering, as she forced down the welling and unwelcome tears.
âDeath, no! No, no, no, Kami⊠I know Iâm an asshole, but come on,â the scythe rushed over to her, gripping her shoulders, a more sympathetic expression on his countenance than before. âIâd never do that, I promise you. I will love you and this baby, itâs just⊠ShitâŠâ
âI know, weâre both young..â
âYoung and fucking stupid, clearly! Weâre seventeen, Kami!â He released a troubled and disquieted chuckle. âI thought you were on birth control?!â
âI liedâŠâ
Her flushed, timorous face left him reeling, as the revelation of the very fact that yet another person he put all of his trust into demonstrably lied to him smacked him upside his gullible, naive head.
âKamiâŠâ Spirit stood, stiff and still, as he simply stared at the meister with wide, alert, and betrayed eyes.
âI thought you wouldnât want to do anything if I made you wear a condom, or something,â she rushed out in a frenzy, her tone bashful and ashamed, as one stray tear finally spilled.
âAre you kidding me?â His voice was hoarse, hushed. It was evident to anyone purely based upon his expression and shock-induced stupor how thrown for a loop heâd been. He could no longer raise his mortified and stunned voice, resorting to just staring continuously down at the bright tiles underneath him.
âIâm sorry⊠I know it was dumb, okay?â More and more tears bolted down her cheeks, her hands coming up to her swelling eyes, rubbing them in a harsh and disorganized manner.
Albarn raised his gaze to meet his loverâs, a sudden surge of guilt and empathy swirling inside of him, mixing with the rage and resentment he thought heâd never be able to feel towards Kami.
âPlease donât cry, I hate it when you cry⊠I want to be fucking mad at you, shit,â he suppressed the tears he felt creeping up on him, emerging from his eyes.
Spirit outstretched his arms, wrapping them around her shuddering form, Kami burying her sodden face into his chest, the thumping of his heart audible.
Listening to his heartbeat was typically something she found rather soothing, but with how rapidly it was banging against his sternum, it only served as a reminder of how monstrously sheâd screwed up.
âItâs okay.. Itâll all be okay, baby,â he murmured, lips against her hair as he sappily kissed her. âWe can do this..â
âYou sure? Our lives just started, Spirit, are they already over?â Albarn placed the palm of his hand on her scalp, his lithe fingers gently scratching, as he mulled everything over, unable to process the newfound information.
âTheyâre not over.. And even if they are, itâs because a new oneâs begun, right? Yeah?â Whether Spirit wanted to admit it or not, he was attempting to convince himself more so than Kami.
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They had long since exited the incandescent bathroom, now both perched upon their leather sofa, entirely silent, all that was left unspoken speaking cacophonous volumes.
Spirit held a book in his hands, of which had been sitting on the side table for weeks, Kamiâs tired head resting upon his shoulder, as he merely stared blankly at the words, poorly feigning focus, each and every letter blurring together and forming into one large amalgamation of ink, not even putting in the effort to turn a page once in a while.
Kami simply fiddled with her phone - too, pretending to be impressively engrossed by whatever social media she was scrolling endlessly through.
Neither of them spared so much as a curious glance at the other.
That is, until Kami tossed her cellphone to the side, the device delicately plopping on the cushion beside her.
âSpirit?â Her voice possessed a solemn and chilling timbre, as she spoke under her breath.
âWhat is it?â He shut his book, returning it to its former place on the side table, his full and undivided attention on his meister upon hearing the tone she quietly used, his own voice gravelly in a way that reflected his seething acrimony.
The sheer tension in the room could be cut with a knife⊠Or perhaps one of his former meisterâs scalpels.
Speaking of whichâŠ
Should he tell him that they were having a baby?
âShould we get an abortion?â The scythe peered over at her, utterly taken aback despite the question not truly being unexpected, visage sincerely concerned and almost sorrowfully pained at the notion, his eyes large and hurt.
Kami shifted as to face her boyfriend, tilting her head off to the side in commiseration.
âI know⊠Itâs not that I donât want it, itâs more so that weâre not ready for a baby at all right nowâŠ.â
Spirit released a melodramatically elongated and pensive exhale, his abdomen and his chest stuttering up and down.
âI get that.. Youâre right, weâre not exactly âready.â This came way too soon. But I really wanna try, Kami. I think weâd be great parents, even despite⊠this,â he placed his palm on the top of her hand, languidly intertwining her fingers with his, as he gazed deep within her eyes, practically reading and analyzing every cavernous depth of her soul despite only being a weapon. âDonât you want to try at the very least? Just try? And not to mention⊠Is anyone really âreadyâ to raise another human being? Is there a right time? Donât you want to-â
âSpirit, a child isnât something you can just âtryâ on-â
âA child is the least you can give me after what you did!â His fingers lost their grip on hers, as he shouted, his eyes narrow in pure, unbridled indignation. âYou.. You dangle this shit in front of me as if you didnât already know I wanted a baby one day!â
âWell, fuck, man, for one, you acted like you were ready to run off and join the circus earlier, and second of all, itâs my goddamn body, Spirit! I donât owe you jack-shit! Iâm not âdanglingâ anything, stop being so dramatic! Thatâs just flat-out lying!â
The two of them rose from their seats, just as their mutual anger was; it was all clenching jaws and the grinding of aggravated teeth, as they butted heads with each other.
âOh, yeah, Iâm sure youâd know a thing or two about that, now, wouldnât you?â He quipped, cheeks beet-red.
Spirit trudged off, stomping his wrathful feet, yanking his suit jacket from off of their coatrack, and flinging the front door completely open.
âWhere are you going?!â Kami yelled out, rushing over to meet him where he agitatedly stood.
âIâm leaving before I say something Iâll really regret.â
And with that, a glacial-like gust of wind blew her hair in every direction upon the weaponâs slamming of the door in her face, as she flinched at the strident, grating sound.
She angrily walked back over to the couch, slamming herself down onto the cushion shoved between the two others, staring daggers into the door, her arms crossed tautly over her chest, lying in wait for his imminent return.
Her brows were pinched, a frown present on her countenance, as she grimaced, allowing for an outraged tear to slide downwards.
Kami never considered herself to be prone to tears, but what else can one do but weep when they arenât allowed to simply willy-nilly bludgeon someone else to death.
And when the bastard was to make his grand return, she was more than certain that heâd come back reeking of liquor and some other whoreâs cheap-ass perfume.
And she, too, was sure that sheâd end up being the one to hold his hair back as he evicted every last content irritating his stomach, since god-forbid he ever put the bottle down when itâs time to stop.
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The snickering crescent moon cascaded beautifully and classily down onto the dingy liquor store, a little bell chiming as he pushed the door open, alerting the staff of his morose presence.
âMr. Albarn, itâs been a while,â a familiar face warmly spoke, beaming. Spirit gave a friendly smile and nod in return.
Kami hadnât allowed him to purchase anything with a trace of alcohol in it in a fairly long time, as she viewed him as some sort of âalcoholicâ whoâd surely end up on the streets one day if he didnât nip his vice in the bud.
But for just one night, whatever Kami wanted didnât matter. It could all be about whatever he wanted, and he wanted to drink.
He quickly managed to find the aisle holding the strongest vodka heâd ever drank, wasting no time perusing, smirking as he held the bottle in his hand, inspecting the way in which the fluorescent lighting bounced off of the glass. He took one short step outside of the aisle, before deciding to grab his favorite whiskey, setting both bottles on the counter with a soft âclank.â
âSomethinâ happen, sir?â The brunette cashier curiously prodded, one eyebrow raised, as she scanned the two needed barcodes.
âYou could say that,â Albarn shrugged his shoulders, his hand diving into his left pocket, fishing for his wallet.
He handed the woman the one-hundred dollar bill he found, watching as she leisurely gathered his change, having already bagged the alcohol.
âAw, Iâm sorry.. I hope whatever youâre going through gets better,â she placed a few bills in his hands, along with a couple of quarters and pennies.
âThanks,â the cashier handed him the beverage-filled paper bag, Spirit finding his way right back out into the crisp air of the night.
âWhere am I supposed to go? I canât just sit down on the dirty sidewalks and drink,â he pondered to himself, suppressing an annoyed groan. âI could go to Chupa Cabraâs⊠But I donât want to deal with the kindness theyâre paid to give me.. Or Kamiâs whining about it.. Not to mention, if I were to get too wasted there and said a little too much⊠If word were to get out about what happened, who knows what would happen to our careers? And I already bought my own alcohol.â
There was only one place he could go.. Only one place where he knew wouldnât be judged.. Where he knew the individual was tight-lipped⊠And it was an apartment he didnât think heâd ever return to.. Not after what happened and how infuriated Kami was about it.
It was his and Steinâs formerly shared apartment - now only inhabited by Stein himself.
âI think Iâd rather Kami think I went to Chupa Cabraâs and hit on some girlâŠâ
Spirit kicked the abundance of pebbles around on the cobblestone sidewalks, begrudgingly finding that his legs seemed to move on their own, leading him right back to Stein, despite the therapy-worthy trauma he put him through.
Their souls would forever be connected.. interlinked⊠There didnât seem to be any chance of their wavelengths ever truly going off-balance.
And truthfully, heâd be lying if he said something about that didnât make him feel⊠almost pleased.. It was as though their relationship just felt worthwhile, or like an accomplishment - a victory. Their ability to resonate was wholly effortless, and always had been. With Kami, it had always been a struggle despite the pair working decently well with one another on the battlefield.
Sometimes Spirit could still feel deeply within his own soul the calamity and rapid teetering back and forth of Steinâs own soul. It kept him up at night with a genuine and disturbing amount of worry. He still felt responsible for him to a degree, like his little guard dog⊠And also as his friend. He was still his friend, at least their souls were still intertweaved as thought they were.. And he didnât want him to just.. completely lose it. He wanted to be a rock for him, though heâd vehemently deny it..
It always made Kami so jealous - their relationship.. She was always so jealous. Could she seriously not understand the history they have together? There was no severing their ties, or getting rid of that - no matter what.
Spirit balled his hand into a fist, having entered one of the apartment buildings commonly occupied by academy students, knocking on the door he sort of felt as though heâd abandoned in some ways.
âSpirit?â Stein spoke in a voice more stunned than the weapon had ever heard come out of him, his eyes bulging out from their sockets.
The scythe held the bag of alcohol upwards, tilting his head to the side questioningly, as if to say, âCan we put everything aside just for one night?â
âYou want to come inside? Seriously?â He squinted his eyes in suspicion.
âYeah.. Thereâs some really fucked up shit that just happened and⊠There is no one else in all of Death City as uncaring and willing to keep a secret as you.â
âAll right, then,â he held the door open for the redhead apprehensively, and frankly, rather confusedly.
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âSo.. What do you have there?â Franken pointed towards the alcohol that had been taken out from the bag and placed onto the coffee table, Spirit running to fetch a few glasses from the cabinets.
âVodka and whiskey..â
âStraight? Not mixing either with anything?â
âGod, no⊠Not on a night like tonight. Iâll tell you in a second.. But you can look at the bottles if you want, of course. Just donât lace the drinks with any experimental drug, or whatever,â he paused briefly after opening the cabinet door he expected the glasses and cups to be in. âYou still keep them in the same place?â
âNever had any incentive to move them.â
Albarn nostalgically chuckled to himself in response, holding both shot glasses and two plastic cups in his hands, letting them rest against his arms and chest, adoringly looking over them.
He set the cups and glasses onto the table, neatly beside the bottles, sitting almost uncomfortably close to Stein given their⊠past, though the meister made no moves to force him farther away, nor did the weapon. Franken merely observed soundlessly as the male to his right fiddled with the bottles and such, pouring the vodka into the little shot glasses, filling the cups halfway with whiskey.
âYou ready to take a shot?â Spirit smirked smugly.
âAre you going to tell me what you came here to vent about afterwards?â
âYeah, obviously. Shots first, questions later,â he halfheartedly scowled, raising the glass to his mouth, Stein following suit.
And with one swift swoop, both men were left suppressing grimaces as the liquid burned on its way down their throats, their noses scrunching as they giggled synchronously at their own reactions.
âHowâd Kami feel about you coming here? Not great, I presume?â He put his glass back down onto the table, dissecting the whirlwind of emotions within the gingerâs soul, as he stared concurrently expectantly and blankly at him.
âWhat she doesnât know wonât hurt her,â he filled the glasses once more. âBut what I didnât fucking know - despite being a blessing - may or may not affect my ability to become a death scythe.â
âBlessing, huh? What, did you knock her up?â Stein began to laugh, snickering just as the moon was and still is.
âWell, actually, yes,â Spirit gave a sarcastic, frustrated, and small grin, downing whatever he could from the tiny glass.
âOh, shit,â he delivered rather plainly, clearly unbothered, as he raised his shot glass into the air, teasing with, âA toast to the fact that most know how to properly make use of contraceptives.â
Albarn pushed him by his mocking arm, slapping it, causing the vodka to fly and roll speedily down Frankenâs neck as he guzzled it down, sinking into his prominent collarbones, and disappearing down his habitually grey shirt, leaving a wet stream in its wake.
His Adamâs Apple bobbed as he swallowed, leaving Spirit fuzzily scrambling to remember the earlier offense he had taken to his little comment, as well as what he wanted to say back, for some odd and unknown reason, his body slowly heating.
âSeriously, Spirit, I thought you were smarter than that. After all the women youâve-â
âI get it, I get it,â he flung his hands up in defeat after returning to the world he had been momentarily kicked out of, having been brought back by the realization of what the meister was going to say, stopping Stein before he could embarrass him even more so than he already was. âActually, Kami lied to me about taking birth control.â
âYou know what? That doesnât surprise me,â Stein fetched the cup of neglected and idle whiskey, taking a swig of it, noticing Spirit doing the same from his peripheral vision. âBut you still should have worn a condom, dipshit.â
âI know, I know⊠Iâm an idiot. And I know youâve always hated her,â the scythe shook his head both playfully and retrospectively disappointedly after finishing off the cup.
The longer time went on, the longer their conversation went on, the more light and pleasurably woozy he began to feel, his problems suddenly seeming more humorous than⊠whatever word might be appropriate⊠Appalling, perhaps? Shocking? Distressing?
Stein tittered, quickly catching up with Spirit in terms of his whiskey, before saying, âWell, yeah, she took my greatest experiment from me.â
âGreatest?â He choked out, delightfully perplexed despite the obvious dehumanization.
âWhy, yes, of course.. But thatâs not why I said that. I could just see her trying to trap you into a relationship, or.. I donât even know. I could, frankly, just see her being the type to lie in such a way,â he threw his arm up onto the top of the couch, his hand resting right behind Spiritâs dazed head.
The both of them filled their cups up once more, gulping every last bit of the dizzying liquid down.
A vivid blush dusted across both of their cheeks, the entirety of their faces tinted. It was only a matter of time before they began babbling nonsensically to one another.
âWhyâs that?â Spirit slammed the cup back down onto the coffee table, more alcohol cascading into it, as he wiped his lips off with his sleeve.
âSheâs just⊠To me, sheâs just obnoxious and conniving and thieving.. and..â
âYou really donât like her, huh..?â
âIâd be lying if I said I wasnât a little biased,â he confessed.
Spirit laid his head against the hand behind it, an unconscious decision, after they both finished yet another cup, Stein licking the remaining whiskey from off of his lips, which did not go unnoticed by Albarn.
âYâknow,â the redhead drawled almost seductively. âShe was always so jealous of you.â
âI could tell,â his typical sadistic and self-congratulatory smirk appeared on his face, an expression that both unnerved and seemed to turn on Spirit over the years, though he suppressed it. âHow come? Did she think you were cheating with me of all people, or something?â
âDunno⊠I guess so.. Or I thought she was all jealous because of our close friendship.. Maybe itâs that? Or both?
âI donât know what her problem is, but she forgets that I was here first. You were my experiment first,â Steinâs countenance distorted into one of minor petulance. âSheâs a bitch.â
The weaponâs mouth stretched into a shit-eating grin as he listened to his former partner ramble on, practically nuzzling further into the meisterâs freezing hand.
âSo.. Is that your way of saying youâre the jealous type, too?â He chuckled. âI never expected you out of everyone to be so possessive..â
âWell, she stole my test subject⊠I wasnât done with you yet,â he admitted, the both of them inching closer to one another.
Stein grabbed the entire bottle of vodka, leaning his head back onto the couch, his eyes closed, downing a third of the bottle. Spirit felt as even more blood rushed to his face, as he crossed his legs at the sight of Frankenâs cheeks hollowing around the neck of the bottle.
He discarded the alcohol, unthinkingly plonking it onto the side table, his gaze moving down towards exactly what was sticking out like a sore thumb, what Albarn was failing to conceal.
âNow, itâs normal to actively seek and desire any kind of affection, attention, and distraction from others when going through a rough patch⊠Thereâs no shame in it,â his smirk grew impossibly larger, as he snickered at the muscles of the weaponâs thighs tightening around each other, as he averted his flustered eyes from Steinâs own.
âDonât. fucking. tease me,â he sucked cool air in through his teeth, pouty and teary-eyed. âThis is embarrassing enough as it isâŠâ
âAw, the babyâs so sensitive⊠You were always my cutest test subject, too, yâknow,â he chuckled at the furrow in his brows. âBut thereâs no reason to be so shy about it.. Iâll give you what you want, Spirit.â
âReally?â The ginger whipped his head around, his tone a little too hopeful and giddy, even for his own ears.
Franken laughed at how antsy he was, leaning closer, muttering, âOf course. Take that jacket of yours off, lay down and Iâll make you feel better than that alcohol ever could. Iâll make you forget about everything..â
Spirit thoughtlessly obeyed, the suit jacket being deserted someplace on the floor, lying down on his back, voice already breathy as he questioned, âI didnât think you were the type toâŠâ
âWhat? Fuck?â Stein wrapped his fingers around the maleâs smaller wrists after removing his glasses, pinning him down to the sofa, both of their gazes half-lidded, Spirit nodding in agreement. âIâm not usually. But you know how I like to experiment. Especially with the most fascinating ones..â
He leaned down, breath fanning against Albarnâs neck, as he chastely pecked the skin, searching for any signs of objection from the reactive man. When he noticed none, he latched onto the flesh, directly above his carotid artery, with his teeth, biting and gently sucking at the skin, feeling pleased with himself as purple and red marks began to blossom.
Stein moved one hand away from his wrist, bringing it slowly down to the buttons of his collared dress shirt, meddling with them until he could feel the warmth and smoothness of skin underneath his fingertips, the weaponâs body becoming his to toy with.
A mortifyingly loud and dramatically long whine escaped Spiritâs mouth, as he felt Franken rub and twist his nipples with his free-hand, hissing when the meister bit down particularly hard into his neck, Stein basking in his noises.
âIâm gonna show this bitch exactly whose scythe you really are,â he growled, rutting his hips desperately into Spiritâs.
âYou,â Albarn began in between not-so-hushed moans. âYou said you think Iâm cute? And fascinating?â
âMhm,â he hummed in response, shifting to straddle his weapon, still grinding down against the other maleâs throbbing erection, whilst shuffling out of his shirt after Spiritâs constant and irritated fussing with its hem, snickering, âYouâre so needy.â
âYou really think so? Uhm- the cute thing, I mean,â he panted out, biting down onto his lip in a mixture of nervousness and delightful overstimulation.
Stein ceased his movements entirely, squinting his eyes as to analyze Spirit, grinning in the most simultaneously grandiose, doting, and cruel way imaginable.
âAww⊠You like that, donât you? You want me to call you cute? You want me to praise you, huh?â Spirit whimpered, covering his face with his newly freed hand, demurely and sheepishly nodding.
Stein moved to sit further down on the weaponâs thighs, reaching down to unbuckle his belt. He lifted his hips up, helping the scientist to take his pants off.
âDoes Kami not compliment you, lovely? Is she neglecting you? I donât think she realizes how delicate you are,â he cooed, already having drug down the scytheâs ruined boxers, dragging a hand up and down his length, lightly squeezing the shaft, running his thumb over the sopping tip, and using Spiritâs pitifully abundant slick as a lubricant. âYou need to be taken care of.â
Given the way in which Franken was speaking, it was clear as day to even Spiritâs fogged mind that he was deriving pleasure from affectionately mocking him and his fragility, from the idea of his weapon being vulnerable - a needy guinea pig for him to play with. He was always a sadist, after all. But Spirit didnât mind - not when, underneath the clear sardonic tone, he was being praised for the same emotionality his actual lover often shamed and chided him for.
The redhead whined, whimpering as the moistness in his eyes spilled over, bucking his hips up to meet Steinâs quickening hand.
âYouâre so adorable when you cry.. So pretty⊠Iâve always loved how much of a crybaby you are. Itâs fucking beautiful,â he said, leaning his head down to kiss the head of his cock, licking an unhurried stripe from the base, upward. âDoes she not let you cry either, baby? Because I would. And I have. I think you belong in a museum with the rest of the worldâs best and most magnificent art.â
Shocks of pleasure ran up and down the weaponâs spine, his mouth hanging lustfully wide open, his eyes rolling repetitiously back into his skull.
âPlease⊠More, Stein.. Please,â He pleaded in between moans, Franken grunting almost noiselessly at the sight, his own disregarded dick straining against the prison-like confines of his pants. ââM getting close..â
âGod, you should really beg more often,â Stein said in a low, raspy voice, pumping gradually faster, clasping a hand over his own crotch, leisurely palming himself. âYouâre truly gorgeous inside and out, and believe me.. Iâd know.â
Something about his latter statement, strangely enough, wasnât a turn-off. He had seen not only the deepest recesses of his soul, but his body - his innards. And he liked what he saw. If only he could tell whether or not Kami did, too.
âYou have the prettiest insides Iâve ever seen. I still remember them vividly.. Youâre even prettier when youâre stitched up, scarred, and bleeding than when youâre not,â Stein reminisced in the most horny way Spirit had ever seen. âI wan to cut you up again. I want to steal you back. Youâd be so much better off with me. I can be gentle. I can take better care of you, sweetheart.â
The combination of the dark glint in Steinâs eyes, the uncharacteristic amount of kind praise and pet names, his hand which seemed to expertly pick up the pace, and how perfectly in tune he was with his needs had him arching his back in no time, his head tilting backwards, a prolonged whine of âfuckâ leaving his lips, his muscles contracting rapidly.
Franken grabbed the throw blanket lying over the arm of the couch behind him, cleaning both his hand and Spirit off with whatever he could find.
âStill want me to fuck your brains out?â He asked slightly jokingly.
Spiritâs chest bumped up and down as he caught his breath, his overheated skin perspiring, his hair disheveled, tear tracks staining his bright cheeks.
âUh-huh,â was all he managed to produce, the back of his hand resting on top of his sweat-slicked forehead.
âAre you sure? You look recked and all I did was give you a handjob. Is Kami that horrible in bed?â Franken laughed, his pants dropping to his ankles, as he gave his weapon the once-over.
âI always do all the work,â he huffed. âHavenât had anything really done specifically to me in a long time.â
âOh, so, she IS neglectful?â He tossed his boxer shorts onto the floor, positioning himself above Spirit once more. âAs Iâve said, I can take good care of you⊠better care of you,â Stein held his chin in between his index finger and his thumb, tilting his head back down to face him properly.
âYeah, but thatâs just so youâll get to dissect me and shit,â he placed his hands onto Steinâs shoulders, of which possessed the same sturdiness that Kamiâs stupid marble countertop had, as well.
âYou know me so well,â he maliciously smiled.
Spirit wrapped his arms around the meisterâs neck, pulling him abruptly down, passionately locking lips with the startled male.
After recovering from the initial shock, Stein kissed him back, taking the lead, as he bit softly down onto Albarnâs bottom lip, earning a soft groan from him. He seized the opportunity, prodding his tongue into the otherâs mouth while he was too distracted to continue chasing after the tender eroticism of the kiss as a whole.
He moved an already wandering hand down, his pointer and middle finger flush with his hole, as he gradually and diligently pushed them past the first ring of muscle.
Spirit gasped, his previously closed eyes shooting open at the discomfort. Stein was quick to shush him, continuing to kiss him, moving his other hand to, once again, toy with his nipples as some sort of distraction.
âThe pain will subside in a moment, I promise,â he soothed as he took a breath, leaning away from Albarnâs lips.
âIf you say so,â Spirit grimaced. ââŠ.Can I tell you something?â
âGo ahead,â he said, slowly beginning to thrust his lengthy fingers inwards and outwards according to his weaponâs expressions and body language.
âIâve been fantasizing about this for a while now,â he ashamedly divulged.
âOh, really?â The redhead nodded. âCan I tell *you* something?â
âWhat is it?â
âI already knew that.â
He rammed his two fingers experimentally into him, all the way in, curling them and dragging them against his walls. Spirit dug his fingers into Steinâs arms, jumping a little out of his skin at the odd sensation.
âThis feels weird,â he whined in a childish manner. It wasnât exactly a complaint, but it wasnât exactly not a complaint either.
Stein laughed, continuing his search for Albarnâs prostate. The least he could do was make the experience as a whole even remotely pleasurable.
âI know itâs not the best feeling, but itâs necessary if youâd like to lessen the pain later. And just give me a second, I think I can make it better for you.â
Spirit shoved his head into the crook of Steinâs neck, having tugged on his shoulders as to tell him to move closer, wrapping both his arms and legs around him tightly.
âIs she not physically affectionate enough for you either?â
âIs it that obvious?â He pursed his bitten lips.
Embracing another warm body seemed to give him a rush.. One of which he was unable to truly describe, other than it made him want to latch onto Stein and never let go - which was only exacerbated by the fact that he even decided to take the time to prep him at all. He was really going the extra mile trying to convince him to return to being his little lab rat.
âGo-god!â He had the wind absolutely and utterly knocked out of him the moment Franken found his g-spot, his fingernails stabbing into the poor manâs back as he groaned out in minor pain.
âFeeling good now?â Stein spoke in a strained voice, his face tensing as he felt the weaponâs nails dig and drag further into and over his spine.
âThi-this is much better than before,â The scientist added another finger, much to the satisfaction of Spirit.
âGood.. Tell me when you think youâre ready to-â
âNow,â he interrupted restlessly, already achingly hard again. âNow, please.â
âSomeoneâs impatient,â he smirked, removing his fingers from the other, wiping them off on the soiled blanket.
âOf course, I am! Youâve already said it yourself, sort of!â
âWhat? That she doesnât fuck you as much as you fuck her, if at all, and thatâs not something youâre exactly handling well?â
âYeahâŠâ
Stein grabbed ahold of his dick, pumping it a few times before lining it up with Spiritâs hole, pushing into him little by little.
âYou okay?â He asked, observing his face attentively. He had removed his hands begrudgingly from Stein, nearly tearing holes into the couch cushion with his nails.
âYeah,â he took a few deep breaths. âJust stings.â
âPatience is a virtue. Remember that next time,â Spirit shot the meister a glare, watching him sink and disappear into him with rapture. âTell me when youâre ready for me to move.â
He brought his hands back up to Stein, petting the red markings heâd left up and down his back as an apology, feeling the sigh the man released reverberating within him.
âWhyâre you beinâ so nice?â Albarn stared into Frankenâs curious and intrigued eyes, a certain glimmer in them he couldnât quite place, one of which heâd never seen in him before.
âIs this not how youâre supposed to treat someone during sex? Am I doing something wrong? I didnât know whether or not you were into being treated roughly, but you responded so well to being treated gently-â
âNo, no, itâs fine, donât worry. Youâre doing perfectly, I was just wondering. I was halfway expecting you to hack me open,â he chuckled, beginning to wiggle around hastily.
âWell, this was an impulsive decision and I didnât grab a scalpel.â
âTrue,â he continued to writhe. âCan you move now, please?â
âOf course,â he concurred, thrusting in deeper, hips flush with Spiritâs, beginning to move in and out. âYou wanna start out slow, right?â
âActually.. No.. I give you free reigns to treat me like a fucking slut now,â he giggled, cringing internally at his own embarrassing words and shrugged his shoulders the best he could in his current position.
âAh.. Is that so?â
âYeah, why not?â
Stein pulled nearly entirely out, slamming himself back into Spirit, the scytheâs head coming dangerously close to hitting against the arm of the sofa, as he grinded repeatedly inside of him, causing Albarnâs jaw to go completely slack, his eyes about to burst out of his skull, loud moans and grunts pouring out of him.
He grasped one large hand around the weaponâs neck, his fingers curling around its thickness and squeezing, the redhead wheezing and whining in response.
âStein,â he panted. âYouâre so⊠quiet. I wanna hear you.â
He leaned much farther down, mouth right beside Spiritâs ear, increasing the speed and impact of his thrusts, as he released low whimpers and groans where he knew heâd be able to hear him best.
Spirit turned his head to the side, fully intending to watch each and every twitch of Steinâs facial muscles. And he was met with a sight more grand than anything else heâd ever seen before.
His eyes had rolled stunningly for a second, his lips wide apart, as pleasant noises and pants escaped him. His cheeks were as vermillion as Spiritâs fingers had been hours ago, his bangs mussed down, sticking to his forehead.
His grip on his neck began to falter, only to tighten once again as he succumbed more and more to the pleasure, murmuring, âI could fuck you like this everyday if youâd just stay mine and obey me like a good mutt should.â
Spirit himself whimpered and moaned, more pangs of pleasure shooting all throughout him like electric shocks, forming an enjoyable pressure and tingling in his lower body.
âOh, yeah? You like that? You want to be my good mutt? My good dog?â Stein moved his head away from the maleâs ear, staring dead at him, his hand leaving his throat and making its way to squeeze his cock, the brilliantly pinkish, reddish tip dripping with pre-cum.
Spiritâs back arched, lifting from off of the cushions below him, as he nodded fervently up and down.
âThen be MY weapon, MY scythe. Not hers. Mine,â he pumped his hand rigorously up and down, grinding as hard as he possibly could into him.
âI am yours, Stein, I swear. You can do whatever you want to me, I donât care anymore,â he couldnât remember how to breathe. He could only remember how to meet each and every one of his meisterâs desperately libidinous movements.
âGood boy,â he quickened his hand, his hips. âSay it again.â
âIâm yours..â
âAgain,â he ordered once more, rubbing at his sensitive tip.
âIâm.. Iâm your weapon, Iâve never been hers!â He exclaimed, as streams of white spurted out from him, landing on both his and Steinâs abdomens, his legs quivering.
âGood. Fucking. Boy,â his hips stuttered violently forward, one hand by Spiritâs head, the other lying on his thigh, as he came inside of him, collapsing onto the male.
âThat was wonderful,â Albarn sucked in whatever oxygen he could, feeling utterly doused in an unfortunate pool of sweat.
Stein rose from Spirit, his body having been against his, his face having laid momentarily in his blood-red hair.
âWhereâre you going?â He whined out in complaint as the scientist stood, walking away from him, leaving him.
âIâm just getting a rag, so we donât have to use that blanket, Spirit. You can come if youâd like,â he offered, picking his glasses up from off of the side table.
âIâm not sure if I can walk.. Iâm tipsy and my legs feel wobbly,â he turned, watching as Stein picked their clothing up off of the floor, throwing it onto the side of the couch opposite to the sulky and clingy scythe. âYou should carry me.â
âItâd be quicker for me to just run and get a rag,â the weaponâs expression sank the moment he processed his words.
With a sigh, Stein conceded, âHow about this, Iâll put my entire self aside and cuddle you to sleep?â
âDeal,â he yelled gleefully out, the other exhaustedly moving towards the bathroom.
âOh, and if it provides you any sort of solace or anything, I donât usually want to fuck my test subjects, Spirit. Remember that. Youâre the exception. Youâre my favorite.â
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The sunâs morning rays bled through the covered window of the living room, shaking Spirit awake as it flooded into his vision.
It felt as though pins and needles had been dug into his eyes, his temples ready to explode, disorientated and muzzy, as he attempted to lift himself from off of an oddly warm and fleshy mattress.
He looked sleepily to his side, the sight of a pile of clothes scattered across one side of the.. sofa? And a bottle of vodka over beside the clothes on a small table.. And those aforementioned clothes happened to be his and what looked to be.. SteinâsâŠ
Wait a minute⊠Where was he?
âLook whoâs awake,â a sonorous and groggy voice startled him, as he immediately whipped his head downwards in the direction of the sound, only to be met with a nude Stein.
A nude Stein? What?
His eyes tripled in size as he scanned the room, scanned his own apparently mostly naked body, being only covered by his unbuttoned shirt, and scanned what precisely he was perched upon, causing sudden bursts of the previous night to come back to him.
âOh, God.. Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,â he rushed out in a panic, scrambling to clothe himself as he stood up and away from Stein, of whom had his arms crossed behind his head, his eyes half-lidded and dull, as nonchalant as ever, all of him out on display.
âRemembering everything now?â He grinned, sitting up and leaning over towards where his pants had been left astray, digging into the pockets and retrieving a cigarette.
âWhat are we going to do, Stein?â Spirit held his face in his hands, running up and down each side of his head, and through his unkempt hair.
âLaugh,â he said in between self-satisfied chuckles, lighting the end of his cigarette, taking a long drag of it. âThat was an impressively interesting way to come out to me, there, Spirit.â
âOh, Shut up, Stein,â he snarled. âAnd.. God⊠sheâs pregnant! And what if she finds out?! What if she leaves me?! I.. What have I done? No, no, no, noâŠâ
âProbably shouldnât have thought with the wrong head, huh?â He blew smoke in the direction opposite of Albarn.
âYouâre such an asshole,â he sniveled, wiping away quickly falling tears in humiliation and shame, his shirt still unbuttoned, his pants not zipped up.
Franken sighed, standing and trudging over to the blubbering scythe, placing his cigarette in between his lips and allowing it to hang, zipping his pants up, buckling his belt, and buttoning his dress shirt for him.
This is how heâs always been when hungover. Those of whom viewed him as being overly emotional or even downright theatrical before seeing him the morning after too many drinks had no clue what they were talking about. Heâd become a different version of himself when hungover. Heâd cry at the slightest change in tone when hungover.
And to be frank, Stein didnât really blame him. His own head was pounding, every little photon made him want to gouge his eyes out, and his stomach was beginning to churn with nausea, so itâs not as though he himself wasnât ready to break down sobbing along with him.
Franken took one last inhale of the cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray heâd left on the far end of the coffee table, setting it down inside of it before placing a placid and serene hand on the back of Albarnâs head, pulling him in and comforting him the way heâd learned how to over the years.
He wasnât typically the type to soothe anyone, but heâd be lying if he said he didnât gain a certain level of sadistic enjoyment from the fact that Spirit was moldeable putty in his hands.. It wasnât something he was exactly proud of, though he was not ashamed of it either. And, of course, observing the maleâs reactions towards his affectionate gestures was truly fascinating.
âItâs going to be okay, Spirit. Thereâs no use in crying over it. Whatâs done is done. I can help you cover the hickeys up,â he brushed sweetly up and down his scalp, and up and down his spine.
âYou can?â Spirit peered up at the scientist, chin resting on his chest.
âYeah, all I need to do is put a little makeup on you,â he brushed his cheek with his thumb, tenderly sliding it back and forth against the skin.
âYou have makeup?â He gawked at him, Stein being the person heâd expected the least to own any sort of makeup.
âOh, only a little. I like to do SFX when I get bored, sometimes,â Franken gave the touchy-feely man a touchy-feely kiss on the forehead, analyzing the way in which he fought melting into him. âIâll just use some concealer and foundation and shit, and it should go all right, unless you turn out to have a drastically different skin tone than me. Youâre a bit tanner. But weâll paint up your face and such, too. Iâm sure itâll be believable given your current predicament.â
âThank you,â he gratefully smiled. âBut what if she notices the foundation? She knows what foundation looks like when applied, Stein..â
âWell, itâs worth a shot, is it not?â
âYeah, I guess so,â he sullenly pouted.
âThe makeupâs in the bathroom.. Iâll have to turn the light on, though,â they both groaned in unison.
âWhatever it takes.. Plus, weâre both probably gonna end up throwing up anyway, might as well already be in there,â they separated from one another, walking side by side to the godforsaken bathroom with its godforsaken lights.
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âWere you being serious last night?â Stein asked, padding against Spiritâs neck with a foundation-covered beauty blender, his eyes remaining solely on the overt markings heâd left behind.
âAbout what?â The weapon was sat on top of the countertop, a black bag filled with makeup, face-paint, and fake blood sitting on the other side of the sink, Franken standing in between his spread legs.
ââŠAbout being my weapon and not hers.â
Spirit narrowed his eyes in thought for a moment, both out of genuine consideration and an attempt to remember at what precise point in time he uttered such words, blushing furiously when it came back to him.
âI⊠Uhm..â
âItâs okay if not. I only want an honest answer,â thought he spoke in his usual monotone, the scythe couldnât help but feel the heavy weight of disappointment radiating from Stein.
âNo, no.. Itâs not that.. I was being honest, but..â
âI know you love her. Itâs fine if you prefer her, or would prefer to stay with her. Thatâs what I expected,â he finished with applying the foundation, fetching some sort of powder and brush to dab onto the area.
Spirit felt more guilty than he ever had before at how âused to itâ the meister sounded, being reminded of how he had effectively abandoned the former life he had.
âAt the end of the day, I am aware of what I did and what I may or may not continue to do,â he placed the brush down onto the counter, looking closely over the redheadâs skin as to compare and contrast how differently the foundation appeared against his true skin color. âI think I might need to apply it all over your neck and face.. Perhaps even your hands, too..â
âStein⊠Itâs not that I donât want to stay with you.. Iâm conflicted,â he twiddled his culpability-ridden thumbs.
âYou donât have to force yourself to like me, Spirit. Donât feel obligated to be nice. You know I prefer bluntness,â he spread the concealer and foundation and such over the rest of his counterpartâs neck, smoothing it into the skin underneath his chin.
âNo, I *do* like you! Itâs just that I like Kami, too, and she said sheâd leave me if I didnât become and stay her weapon.. She said thatâs how sheâd know that I love her, and that was, like, the perfect turnout for any couple, and it was romantic, or some shit like that,â he began elucidating, honestly a little frantic to assure Stein he wasnât just going to give up on him like everyone else seemed to, and that he did, in fact, like him and his⊠eccentric personality.
Franken paused, ceasing his movements entirely, the blender and brush sitting beside each other as he placed his hands on the counter, both next to Spiritâs thighs.
âDonât you think itâd be better to leave someone who consistently threatens you, and makes you feel as though you need to measure up? Iâm no expert when it comes to any relationships, obviously, but is that not textbook emotional manipulation?â The scientist pointed out precisely what Albarn did not want to accept. âYouâre clearly not good for each other. You just cheated on her with me, and sheâs.. Sheâs Kami. Based purely upon the evidence, emotional manipulation and cheating doesnât tend to have a great effect on the human psyche - unless mental deterioration is your goal, of course.â
The world around him, including the male standing patiently in front of him, blurred and swirled as tears brimmed in his eyes again, spilling out and falling down despite his best efforts.
âI donât know what to do anymore, Stein⊠I donât want to leave her.. And Iâm not so great to her either,â he wiped his running nose with the back of his hand, Franken handing him a roll of toilet paper as he did as such.
âWhat do you mean? The getting fucked by your ex-partner?â He suppressed an amused chuckle.
âWell, yeah⊠But itâs not just that,â little droplets beaded on Spiritâs long eyelashes, becoming steadily more apparent the harder he wept and the more he tilted his head downwards in yet another burst of shame. âI said something to her.. and Iâm mad at myself for it.â
âWhatâd you say?â Stein moved the makeup utensils farther away from the crybaby, temporarily shuffling them back into the bag.
âI.. All she did was bring up a valid point - that weâre not ready, and she brought up abortion.. And I snapped at her and told her she owed me the baby after lying, and it pissed her off,â he sniffled, blowing his nose cartoonishly into one of the multitude of fuzzy, paper squares.
âThat was the best way you couldâve put it,â he sarcastically grinned, Spirit frowning in response, annoyed and fed up with Steinâs teasing. âHey, Iâm just trying to lighten the mood a little.. Here,â he brought the weaponâs head back to his chest, patting him gently on the back as he whimpered sadly.
ââM sorry I cry so much,â he choked on a pitiful sob.
âOh, this is pretty interesting to me, so thereâs no need to apologize. And you cry a lot less when youâre not hungover and just generally not feeling like complete and total shit,â he reassured in a quiet voice, one of which seemed to soothe Spirit like a lullaby. âIâm not your obnoxious girlfriend. Thereâs no reason to be insecure about it.â
âClearly,â he snuffled out in agreement, finding that his extremities were gradually becoming more and more jello-like under the touch of the same man who repeatedly and non-consensually ripped him open. It was as though Stein was two similar, yet distinctive people at times.
âI know it will be difficult for someone such as yourself, especially given her sudden and unprecedented pregnancy, but itâd be best for the both of you to leave one another. You should break up with her. And remember; if you two do end up going through with having the baby, you can always visit the child if it doesnât happen to live with you,â he brushed the gingerâs hair from out of his eyes and he stared up at him, running guiding and grounding fingers across his forehead, as he tucked the strands behind his ear.
âI know, but I love herâŠâ
ââŠ.Truly, itâs your decision to make, Spirit. Thatâs just my personal opinion,â Franken thumbed away the continuously rolling tears, one hands smoothing over the wrinkles in the back of his shirt.
âThank you,â he hiccuped.
âMhm⊠Now, the foundation isnât too bad of a match.. But I do still think it could use some work.. Would you like me to use it on your face, as well?â
âSure⊠But let me throw up first..â
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Spirit stepped into his shoes, of which had been sat right beside Steinâs, just like old times. It was sickeningly domestic in a sense, as well as wistful.
And with a whisper of âgoodbye,â a profound bidding of adieu holding much more than what meets the eye, he trudged out of the apartment, and out of the complex itself, dreading the conversation that was to come, and ignoring the unpleasantly cake-y texture lathered on his face.
He tried to distract himself with the beauty of the nature surrounding him as he walked, only to be hit with constant reminders of his problems, as he lowered his gaze away from the young children skipping along, hand-in-hand with their parents, giggling and acting overly jovial.
He was beginning to think that the universe had it out for him.
He anxiously strolled under a few weeping willows, something of which he found rather ironic given how much he himself had been weeping, and gave that thought a small chuckle.
Unfortunately, however, any and all humor was sucked straight out of him by the soul-crushing black hole that was the coming discussion, as he retrieved the key to his and Kamiâs apartment door, slowly turning it within the knob, terrified of being too loud and alerting his girlfriend. Though sheâd most likely be waiting for him the moment he pushed the door open.
And that she was.
She was sat down on the very center of the couch, staring at him with what he could only describe as being something mixed between bloodlust and sorrow.
âLook, Iâm sor-â
âSpirit,â she abruptly interrupted, evidently not willing to hear any apology he had to give. âWhy were you out all night? Where were you? And why do you smell like both liquor and cigarette smoke? Donât tell me youâre drinking and smoking again.â
Shit. Cigarette smoke. The one thing neither of them thought to account for.
âSo, what if I am? I can make my own decisions. And please, just let me-â
âWhy canât you just be more responsible? Weâre having a baby, are we not? Given that you wonât even consider abortion.â
Spirit moved closer to Kami, sighing and shoving his keys back into his pocket, and standing in front of her, their round coffee table in between them.
âI think you forget that weâre both seventeen, Kami. I think you forget that we are BOTH pretty irresponsible. Need I remind you of the lie that lead us to this moment?â He crossed his arms over his sternum, looking directly into her self-serving eyes, as he bit into his tongue.
She glowered intensely at him, pursing her lips for a brief moment, as she questioned once more, âWhere were you, Spirit?â
His thoughts raced, his mind twisting and turning trying to come up with some decently elaborate, yet not too elaborate lie.
âI went to the liquor store. I went to the tobacco store. I went to Marieâs house. I got drunk, I smoked, and I talked to Marie and Joe.â
âOh, great, you rattled off to them about me, didnât you? I bet you tried to fuck her, too,â Kami accusingly stated, standing up, now face-to-face with Spirit, minus the table.
âFor one, I believe I just mentioned Joe being there, and he was there the whole time. Secondly, I donât fuck anyone whoâs already with someone else. Thanks for showing how little you think of me.â
âOh, but youâd fuck any other slut who happened to come onto you, right? So long as they didnât belong to anyone?â Kami marched on over to Albarn, getting up close and personal, squinting her eyes in suspicion as she got a good look at him. âWhat the hellâs on your face? Is that foundation? Is that why you look so damn pale? Why are you wearing⊠Wait a minute..â She touched around his face, his neck, even more anger effervescently bubbling within her.
âWhy would you be wearing makeup? Are you trying to hide something, like, I donât know, a hickey, maybe?â
âWho says I canât just like makeup?â
âDonât play dumb, Spirit.â
âFine. Iâm hiding hickeys,â he owned up to his infidelity despite the anxiety that came with it, not desiring in any way, shape, or form to be anything like Kami; a raging liar.
Kami raised her hand, slapping him across his face, her hand leaving a stinging sensation in its wake. He held the cheek her hand collided with delicately and soothingly, fighting back even more tears, not wanting to look weak.
âWho. did. you. fuck. Spirit? It better not have been Marie.â
âYou wanna know? You really want to know?â The weaponâs nose was nearly touching hers, as he bared his teeth.
âYes, I want to fucking know!â She screamed, clenching her fists.
âIt was Stein! Are you pleased to no it wasnât Marie? It was Stein! I never went over to Marieâs place! And he fucked me better than you ever could. It was the best sex Iâve ever had. Do you want to hear exactly what he did to me? Huh?â
âYou did what?â Kami took a few detesting steps backwards, beginning to shake her head back and forth in disbelief, similar, yet different to how she had in the bathroom. âI canât believe you,â she huffed out a laugh. âI expected you to cheat but with STEIN? With HIM? With another MAN? Holy shitâŠâ
âWelp, since itâs already out in the open, is this a good time to tell you Iâm bisexual?â He threw his arms in the air, only for them to fall and smack noisily against his thighs.
âGod, I just⊠Why? Why did you do that? And why didnât you tell me that a long time ago?â She continued to shake her head.
âWell, I got drunk and shit happens. And Of course I didnât tell you, I figured youâd judge me for it just like you judge me for everything else!â
âSeriously?! Youâre so fucking dramatic! And youâre seriously going to try to just dismiss you fucking someone else?!â
âAnd there you go again! You always say that, any time Iâve ever brought anything up! And no, Iâm not trying to make it seem less serious or whatever, Iâm just saying, I was wasted and shit happens!â His eyes moistened, his headache surely progressing into a migraine, the tingling and burning of his cheek proving to be a bothersome disturbance.
âYouâre a whiny, annoying, cheating piece of shit,â she insulted him, reaching beside him and yanking her purse from off of the coffee table, the strap swinging around her arm and resting on her shoulder. âIâm fucking done with you.â
âWait! What about the baby?!â He worriedly shouted, watching as Kami swung the door open just as he had.
âYou know what, Spirit?â She turned her head and body to the side to face him. âIâll keep it. Iâll keep the baby. But only so I can take pleasure in the fact that youâll live in constant agony knowing your child is somewhere, living without a father.. Or at the very least, living without you.â
The door slammed, ringing in Spiritâs shaken ears. And once again, that moistness poured out from his eyes as abundantly as the whiskey had poured from the bottle.
He wouldnât get to see his baby grow up.
He kneeled down, sitting languidly down onto the floor, still processing what just happened.
Kami was gone. And he wouldnât get to see his baby grow up. The baby heâd always wanted, unexpected or not.
His chest tightened, feeling as though a boa was wrapping around his heart, constricting and squeezing until the organ was to burst. He coughed out anguished sobs, gasping for air as his hand came to land against his abdomen, his stomach being wrung in and out, his skin boiling.
Should he call someone? Should he call Stein? Should he try to get in his pants again as a distraction? Would Stein even allow for that? Should he drink?
His torso fell forward, as he landed on his hands and knees briefly, his body caving in to the turmoil, soon finding himself lying on the floor and struggling to breathe.
He needed to call someone. He didnât want to be alone. He wanted comfort. He wanted the comfort Stein gave him, even if he knew the meister only gave it to him as some sort of experiment, for his own selfish reasons.
He dug into his pockets, bringing his cellphone up to his face, dialing Steinâs number from memory, as Kami forced him to both block and delete his number over a year ago.
âHello?â The scientistâs voice boomed through the speakers.
âSt.. Stein?â He called brokenly out in between pathetic sobs.
âYeah? What happened?â
He could no longer see, could no longer breathe, could no longer properly move; a soul-sucking, alcoholism-inducing depression swaddling him like heâd never be able to do with his baby.
âCan you come over? Kamiâs gone.â
âGone?â
âGone.â
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