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More Than Meets the Eye #50 — The Midlife Crisis Cruise Comes to an End

Our issue begins on Earth— not Swearth, but honest-to-god Earth— where Optimus Prime and Jetfire are watching a broadcast. It’s not syndicated television like I Love Lucy or The Transformers (1984), however. No, this broadcast is coming from some of our favorite Lost Lighters, detailing their last will and testament.

Nautica wants to be buried on her home planet, and doesn’t give a hot gay fuck what they engrave on her sparkcase. Also she’s missing a good chunk of her face, but don’t worry about that too much.

Chromedome’s just happy that he’s dying WITH his husband this go around. I’m sure Brainstorm’s also thrilled to not have the “please please please stop stabbing yourself in the brain to avoid the pain of being a widower Jesus Christ we can’t keep doing this”.

Rewind takes the opportunity to poke Chromedome in the inferiority complex one last time, making his message out to Dominus Ambus. Our resident lovebirds want to “enter the after spark simultaneously”, though that seems more like something to address with whoever’s killing them.

Over on Cybertron, in Metroplex’s titties, it would seem this broadcast is VERY wideband, as Starscream and Scoop (we’ll go over whatever the fuck’s going on there in another post) witness Nightbeat’s will and testament, though considering Nightbeat’s technically undead, I’m not sure how much legal weight it holds. Having done the whole “dying” thing before, I’m sure he’s spent many a long, sleepless night thinking about how it would happen next time. Ikea Johnson wants a “Neoprimalist” funeral, where they preserve only the head. Interesting that Nightbeat's religious sect is the same as Flywheels, the Scavenger who only existed to be a stand-in for the word "fuck".

Over on Luna 1, Red Alert is convinced that Megatron is using his gun mode to threaten Nightbeat. Fort Max isn’t so sure.

Minimus shows off the most recent trick he’s learned, saying the word “fun” with only stuttering twice. He wants to be buried on the moon, next to all of Rodimus’s failed pregnancies, and wearing the skin of a man who’s been dead for thousands of years.

Whirl doesn’t want a funeral, though you’d think he’d at least want his corpse thrown in the general direction of the Wreckers’ base, where every member gets a slot in the Zone of Remembrance as part of the onboarding. I know he got kicked out, but being shot out of a rail gun at Debris sounds roughly his speed.

Rung only requests that, should he die in his vape pen form, that he be dismantled. He’s so committed to preventing underage smoking, and for that I commend him.

Rung’s request greatly disturbs the Scavengers, who seem to have forgone fixing the Krok-shaped hole in the wall and buying a couch more than two of them can sit on at a time, in order to afford a replacement TV, after Krok fastball-specialed a golden disc through the last one.

On another part of Cybertron, Windblade and Wheeljack watch Velocity state that she doesn’t regret a single thing that’s happened while she’s been a part of the Lost Light. To recap, in the few months Velocity’s been aboard: Thunderclash almost died of being too perfect, Velocity’s first boss ran off to go bang a billionaire with a sword collection, Swerve almost died from too much television, her second boss ran off to get roped into the Polycule Wars, Tailgate exploded, Rung was revealed to be practicing without a license by way of a weird gibbon with a ball gag and his serial killer boyfriend, and she became the only practicing medical professional aboard a ship of over 200, after failing to pass her medical exams ten times. Oh, and she wants to be recycled.

Optimus wants to go save them, thinking that there’s still time. However, the Lost Light isn’t responding, and it doesn’t actually matter anyhow— these recording were sent out weeks ago.

Looks like that’s a series wrap on Nautica, Chromedome, Rewind, Nightbeat, Minimus, Whirl, Rung, and Velocity! Let’s give ‘em a hand, folks!

Three weeks prior, on the planet of Miliarium, action is happening:

Being on your headset in the middle of a battle seems rather rude, but I suppose sacrifices to politeness have to be made, when one of your co-captains is effectively forbidden from stepping foot on any planet that’s aware of Cybertron’s existence, given that he, y’know, is the face of a cause that slaughtered billions over the course of millions of years.

(No, don’t ask Optimus how relations with Earth are going.)

Megatron, continuing to command from orbit, tells Whirl to go help Cyclonus and Crossblades with the Rust Giants’ longship, asking for no casualties. Which is sort of like asking a horse on cocaine to not freak out and kick someone in the head, if that horse also had guns tied to 30% of its body.

Rodimus asks Megatron if he’s enjoying himself, playing a pacifist run of a wartime strategy game with their lives, and Megatron says that he’s “rumbled”; which I’m not sure if I’m search-engining wrong, but I don’t know that even the British are saying that to mean they’re right chuffed or tallywackered about a situation, or whatever. Rodimus is suddenly faced with a Rust Giant that he doesn’t even come up to the knee of, but luckily we have a new superhero to save the day, by way of incredible violence.

Looks like we’re still workshopping the battle-cries.

Tailgate punched this guy so hard it cause a jump-cut to the post-battle celebration, where Rodimus shows off his multi-typefacial abilities, Megatron perpetrates his bigotry towards organics, the Cybertronians make galactic news for a not-awful reason for once, and Swerve is also here! For some reason! It looks like it’s gonna be all peaches and cream from here on, so long as we ignore the first three pages of this issue!

Hey, Cyclonus, you have to wait for him to call you, you're not an Autobot. Just because the little white guy you're Sufjan Stevens-level attached to is going, doesn't mean— Cyclonus, hey. Hey, Cyclonus. Cyclonus. Cycl—

Later, back on the Lost Light, class is in session. We finally get a look at those course Megatron’s been teaching, only briefly mentioned by Riptide in issue #29. The current course track is on the Knights of Cybertron, Megatron having assigned those in attendance to write essays tackling “pre-Functionist folklore and contested heritage”.

Today’s class consists of:

Minimus (old as balls, former high society)

Skids (the best at everything)

Brainstorm (literal genius)

Perceptor (slightly-less-literal genius)

Nautica (jack-of-all-trades brainiac and bibliophile)

Crosscut (former senator, current playwright, therefore probably has at least some sort of degree)

Nightbeat (nosy as fuck, loves to figure shit out)

Hound (former Primal Vanguard)

Thunderclash (perfect student, researcher, friend, confidante, and maybe even lover)

Grapple (not much to say here, other than he’s fucking jacked in IDW)

Xaaron (chief legal advisor for the Autobots)

And Riptide (created during the war and therefore has the least connection to Cybertron's folklore, canonically not a good test-taker)

Poor Riptide's grades don’t stand a snowball's chance in hell against his peers', but good on him for sticking with the classes regardless.

This essay was assigned to help students establish context for the Knights within a world where they have not existed for millions of years, having disappeared since they embarked on their quest to Cyberutopia; a world where information creep, the slow degradation of memory as time passes, has made them into mythological figures. Megatron posits that the only thing we really know about the Knights is that they failed to do what they set out to do, as the universe is not a peaceful place, himself arguably being exhibit A of that failure. Still, he intends to use this course to help the Lost Light’s crew understand the Knights to the best of their current, modernity-biased ability, prior to potentially meeting them. Considering that the Knights will be deciding Megatron’s fate, perhaps this is also for him to grapple with understanding his own end.

Anyway, let’s look at a plot device.

The last time we saw this symbol was during issue #46, both drawn by Grimlock on his walls, paired with the words “prepare confront repel”, and then on some mysterious fellows who were working with Krok’s nasty little friend Demus and someone called "The Grand Architect". However, the first time we saw it was with Skids in #21, after he went through Tyrest’s space bridge and talked to a giant technicolor ball of light.

Seeing this image kickstarts Skids’s memory, enough so that he interrupts class over it. Nautica has also seen this symbol, at an exhibit on Troja Major (a planet that Roberts will use as a dumping ground for many plot points in the sequel series to MTMTE) where it was claimed to be some sort of coat of arms. Thunderclash also knows this symbol, having seen it with his beautiful mind and kind heart in his visions, the same visions that were leading him to the Knights and allowing him to create a map to Cyberutopia. Nautica asks Skids to write out the symbol that he “heard” phonetically into her space phone, in a move that will prove HIGHLY useful later on. Perceptor adds in his two cents, showing off that he’s wearing the “feminine” nose-type today, stating that he had talked to one of the Circle of Light members back in Season 1, who had theorized that the Knights of Cybertron was either originally made up of OR broke down into clans, and that the symbol/map Rodimus and Thunderclash were drawing is merely connected to part of the Knights, and that there could be others floating around.

Nightbeat thinks that all this brainstorming (which hasn’t involved Brainstorm, oddly enough) is super cool and great, showing off his anime thumb in approval. When Minimus tries to give Megatron props for bringing everyone together to figure this out, he finds that Megatron is having some troubles, hunched over his podium as far as his fucked up old man toy articulation will allow. When Minimus approaches to see what’s wrong, he gets punched clear across the room for his troubles. Then this happens:

Look, I don’t care if 99.9% of the Cybertronian population can reclaim, you shouldn’t just limp your wrist at your first officer in the middle of class.

No, what Megatron is actually doing is pointing the fusion cannon he doesn’t have anymore, but had attached to his arm for roughly 4 million years, directly at Minimus’s tiny little skull. Quickly coming back to himself, Megatron is both horrified and mortified by what he’s done, offering nothing more but a quick apology before he dismisses the class and bolts, not even helping Minimus off of the floor.

The following day, Velocity’s paying a visit to Megatron’s room, which is STILL as barren as the most dire of single male living spaces. Velocity’s here because Megatron missed his appointment yesterday, after whatever happened in the classroom. Megatron reminds her that the weekly appointment is for him receiving his ration of “fool’s energon” which is meant to keep him in a weakened state, which arguably shouldn’t make it medicine in the traditional sense. Velocity reminds him that he nearly knocked Minimus Ambus’s (yeah, she uses his full name, guess she’s not been around long enough to get “just Minimus” privileges) block off, and that if Megatron had been at full strength, we might be dealing with a murder situation instead.

Though Minimus IS a load bearer, who regularly slings around a body three times his size, on top of weapons, so maybe not. Also, there’s an even smaller guy inside the first mustached guy, so honestly it’d probably be fine.

Does Velocity even know about the irreducible Minimus? Is that in his medical history? Does she even know that Ultra Magnus and Minimus Ambus are the same person? Because Megatron didn’t even know until they found that corpse on the quantum duplicate Lost Light, and Magnus was his lawyer for the trial as well as being his SIC. Really, what are the legal ramifications of Minimus having assumed the identity of a dead man, now that Tyrest isn’t there to keep up the charade and the secret is a bit more open? Does Minimus have legal claim to Magnus’s identity, or at least ownership of the armor? Can Minimus lay claim to any property he purchased as Magnus, or that the previous Magnuses had purchased prior to their deaths? Was Minimus legally declared dead prior to undertaking the role of Enforcer of the Tyrest Accord, if only to make things easier in terms of paperwork? Can Minimus sign off on things, and if so, does he use his own signature, or Magnus’s? If he signed something as Magnus, would any contract bearing it be rendered temporarily void whenever he’s not wearing his work pants? How much of Minimus’s existence makes him cry late into the night with how legally dubious it is? Does Delta Magnus know about Ultra Magnus being a skin suit? I feel like we don’t focus on how fucked up this whole situation is nearly enough.

Anyway, Velocity asks after Megatron’s medicine, probably because First Aid’s medical note-taking skills often get usurped by his need to write SpringerxReader fanfiction. She mentions that what they’ve been feeding Megatron over the last year have some side effects, which Megatron seems surprised by. Considering he’s felt sickly and crampy this whole time, the side effects are likely meant to be the intent of the medication.

Velocity then takes a gander at the dents Megatron put into his head when he had his little freakout, stating that “chemo-sedatives” can change one’s whole personality in extreme cases, as well as increased stress levels, as Megatron admits that the reason he crushed his head with his hands is that he heard voices screaming. However, Megatron doesn’t think stress caused such a thing.

To recap how the last year has gone for Megatron: he was forced to renounce the cause he had led for the last 4 million years, became co-captain of a fucking Carnival cruise ship, had 95% of his crew disappear from reality, found a bunch of corpses, got slapped in the face by Soundwave’s dad, had to lie to Rewind’s face to make him okay with killing himself so that everyone else might live, got shot as an infant, gaining anywhere from three-to-five fathers as a result, visited the most passive-aggressive garden in the galaxy, got stabbed in the chest and brained with a flat-screen television and then had to apologize for it, and was non-consensually hugged by a swarm of flesh-eating insects parading around in his SIC’s skin suit.

Velocity gets a call on her smart watch, Swerve on the other end demanding her presence at the medibay, seeing as she’s the only doctor on the ship now, and there are multiple people having a crisis.

Smash cut to Swerve, Cyclonus, Tailgate, Chromedome, Rewind, Rung, and Megatron standing on the bridge, their colors looking super fucked up and light bloomed out, because this is a 40-page issue with a shit-ton of detail and characters, so we’ve got three colorists, two artists, and an extra inker on for this one. They’re meeting with Rodimus, whose fingers have shrunk down to the size of shoestring potato fries, because Swerve, Tailgate, Rewind, Rung, and Megatron heard some sort of awful noise in their brains at the exact same time. Chromedome is here to support his husband, because he loves him so, so much, kissy-noise kissy-noise. Cyclonus is here mainly to clarify that he’s a badass who no one has ever heard cry, because emotional vulnerability and expressing pain are for pussies, unless you’re doing it by way of self-harming directly onto your face meat.

Only Tailgate and Rewind actually admit to what they heard, Tailgate hearing Cyclonus berate him for falling for Getaway’s tricks and Rewind hearing Dominus berate him for not doing enough to find him. I’d imagine both Rung and Swerve were hearing things relating to their professionalism, given that Rung fucking sucks at his job, and Swerve’s gonna fry the moment Ten gets a union sorted out. Megatron, is well, Megatron, so there’s a litany of awful things that he could have heard.

Rodimus has Blaster reveal that the ship received a signal at the exact same time that these people had their little brain event. Brainstorm hypothesizes that what happened was some sort of psychological assault, perhaps of Galactic Council origin, as a means of testing a new brain weapon. Magnus, who has been up on an upper level with a clipboard up to this point, notes that they could trace the signal. Mainframe informs him that they have, but the origin doesn’t seem to correspond to any known location in the navigation, and they’d have to physically go there to see what’s up. Which isn’t sketchy in the slightest.

Rodimus wants to load up on his big, beautiful Rodpod with everyone, so they can find who did this and make them stop. When Magnus questions if this is a wise course of action, Rodimus uses American grammar to trip up Magnus’s British-based spellcheck, so he gets to do whatever he wants. This is a trick he’s picked up since Drift left, as the old game of “pitting my people-pleaser hippy dippy boytoy and my no-nonsense stick-up-the-ass sentient rulebook against one another, so whatever I wanted to do from the start can seem like a pleasantly centralized option” doesn’t work very well when you replace the boytoy with a grumpy old man who tried to murder everything with a heartbeat.

Velocity wants to join the trip alongside Team Rodimus, but Mainframe has his reservations. I don’t blame him, considering she is, again, the only medical doctor currently on board this ship. He suggests she take along some personal protection, just in case.

…I mean, he’ll definitely make sure any bad guys who come her way will die horribly, if nothing else. Also, apparently the Rodpod's artificial gravity goes all the way around.

Nautica’s spent the last few weeks tricking out the Rodpod with a fancy schmancy new teleport drive, because Rodimus was annoying her to the point where if she didn’t give him what he was moaning about she might have had to kill him. Megatron is hesitant to use the drive, but after being informed that there are safety perimeters in place that’ll keep the ol’ Rodimus Podimus from teleporting inside a asteroid or whatever, he pulls the level and they end up in the dark.

No, not space dark, don’t be funny. That’s my job, and they don’t pay me for it, which should tell you how dire the situation is. This is a special sort of dark. The sort of dark that leads to panic and lethal levels of quipping. Rodimus cuts the lights on, but it does very little to offset the absolutely suffocating darkness outside. Rewind notes that there aren’t any stars, and Tailgate admits that he doesn’t know how space works. That’s alright Tailgate, neither do any of the people who draw or color this comic. You’re amongst (created by?) friends here.

The scanners reveal that there’s something 3000 miles in front of them. And behind them. And to the left, to the right, 12 o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, nine o'clock, rock around the clock tonight— that is to say, they’re surrounded by something the size of a planet. After disabling the safety protocols on the Rodimus Podimus, the gang find themselves on the surface of Necroworld, where the Necrobot Censere lives and operates his many plinths to the living and dead. Megatron isn’t exactly thrilled to be back here. Nightbeat on the other hand, is overdose on mystery, and he couldn’t be happier. Nobody’s sure what the fuck is going on. There’s no time to theorize, however, as half the gang just got blown sky high.

Everyone books it back to the Rodpod to escape the dozen attack craft coming after them, but there’s more trouble here— the teleport drive is dead. Which is weird, because they should have had enough juice to get to and from their little trip. When Rodimus tries to contact the Lost Light, there’s no response. They’re not responding. Megatron tells him that those are two different things, mirroring the same thing Optimus said about trying to contact the Lost Light after he and Jetfire viewed the will tapes. Everyone else is busy trying to figure out who the hell could be firing on them, all of them roughly coming to the same conclusion that Cybertronians as a whole aren’t terribly well liked, and the Lost Lighters have made a bit of a name (derogatory) for themselves, since they insulted the Galactic Council, caused the end of the 16-million year Stentarian war, and have ruined at least one bar with physical violence over home movies.

Rodimus tells Megatron to park the Rodpod at the Necrobot’s citadel, just in time for a missile to hit the ass-end of the shuttle, blowing off Magnus’s arm, shredding off roughly half of Nautica’s face, and giving Cyclonus an excuse to hold Tailgate in his arms. Everyone bolts to get inside, Nautica being carried by Skids so we can further solidify the straightest pairing in the series. Once they’re all inside, their attackers retreat, and we see where Censere’s gotten to in all this.

Let’s give him a hand, folks!

While Velocity looks over the body, Nightbeat deals with his personal Santa Claus being dead by way of trying to figure out what happened. Megatron, meanwhile, noticed that the craft that attacked them were of Decepticon design, and he tells Ravage to go check it out. Honestly, I doubt he was the only one to notice, given that all but three of the people on this trip were dealing with the Decepticons in some form or fashion all throughout the war, and could therefore identify the make of the crafts, if not the model, so I’m not sure what the deal is with this secrecy.

Brainstorm is brought over to Nightbeat to help solve this mystery, and he promptly identifies that some of Censere’s equipment is very similar to the stuff Tyrest used for the Aequitas trials, likely used to figure out what sparkflowers to plant where. Rewind, having popped on his sparkliest nipple pasties on, because he hates Censere and wants to get glitter all over his house, asks the boys to scootch on over so he can try to call the Lost Light. Nightbeat thinks that Censere tried to sabotage a signal someone else had sent in an attempt to lure Team Rodimus (and friends) to the planet, and that resulted in the brain attack that had happened earlier in the day. Unfortunately, Censere didn’t spend any time with Rodimus the last time the Lost Light visited, so he didn’t get a taste of the ridiculous way Rodimus likes to live his life, and why the psychic attack wouldn’t work.

Rewind gets the phone working, calling Rodimus over to get on the horn. Magnus stands in the background, showing off his grievous amputation. After a bit of fiddling with the settings on their end, the Lost Light makes official contact with Team Rodimus.

Getaway, last we saw him, was very much in prison, but Rodimus isn’t going to focus on that niggling little detail right now, as he asks for the Lost Light to swing by to pick up the team so they don’t all die. Getaway sort of DOES want to focus on that detail, however, as he very much didn’t appreciate being fetish fuel throughout the holiday season, and, despite his name, didn’t actually escape that setup. No, Getaway had help.

Man, guess Megatron should’ve reconsidered failing Riptide on his essay.

Speaking of Megatron, he walks up about now to see what all the hubbub’s about. Rodimus, looking like he’s about to cry, realizes that Mainframe lied to them about not being able to track the signal. Getaway gives him points for getting that right, but really, he wants to drive home the point that the entirety of the crew wanted Megatron’s little pals off the ship. And that’s what it’s really about, at the end of the day. Getaway hates that high command gave Megatron a party cruise to live out his last days on, last days that might not even happen, with the track record of this goddamned quest. He’s sick of Rodimus and pals acting like this whole arrangement isn’t an affront to every single life that’s been snuffed out because of Megatron’s actions.

Everyone other than Whirl seems pretty bummed out by these accusations. Swerve pipes up, enraged that he’s been doomed to die alongside everyone else— he doesn’t even LIKE Megatron. Getaway reveals that at some point or another, he and Atomizer (the interior designer turned bowman, you’ll recall) approached every single crew member and asked if they thought Megatron deserved to have a second chance and also, completely unrelated, but what would you do in the event of a coup? Anyone who didn’t provide a desirable answer got visited by the nudge gun fairy— that gun that can fire thought into your brain, or just erase memories if fired dry. The collection of headaches main cast have been experiencing over the last several issues? The side effect of being shot. Skids especially does not like this reveal.

Of course, Getaway isn’t just upset with Megatron’s leadership— he’s also mad as hell what’s supposed to be a trip to find their ancestors, who will guide them back onto the straight and narrow, has, in actuality, been Rodimus’s midlife crisis road trip. Getaway wasn’t even here for Rodimus and Drift’s ass-slapping contests and insulting galactic officials who want the Cybertronians dead, but he didn’t need to be. He took one look at the Rodpod and decided he needed to kill Rodimus right then and there.

Rodimus, at this point, remembers the list Atomizer had offered him back during the trial. Magnus, biting his lip at the idea of a list existing, asks what that’s all about, and Rodimus explains. Getaway really was hoping that Rodimus would take the bait, so he could’ve blackmailed Rodimus into stepping down and letting literally anyone else take over. Probably Magnus, at that point in the timeline, given that he hadn’t gotten buddy-buddy with Megatron yet at that point. Unless Getaway considers acting as someone’s lawyer under order of the space pope as being too close to an individual.

Getaway decides that this conversation has reached its natural conclusion, as he’s got questing to get done, and it should be moving at a pretty even clip now, since he’s excised all the distractions. Rodimus swears to come after him, but Getaway doubts it’ll happen, given what’s happening next.

While this debacle has been happening, Ravage has been busy searching a crash site, trying to uncover the identity of who the hell’s decided to attack them. Tarn commits a microagression at him, before firing his twin fusion cannons.

The call ends, Getaway cutting off the comm to all contact.

Ravage shows back up at this point, to give everyone the bad news.

Nightbeat, honey, the tragedy is in the opposite direction.

Now, that’s technically the finale of the main story, but there’s a little bonus comic attached to the end, acting as a sort of sideways epilogue to hint at what Getaway and his merry band of mutineers will be getting up to, since we aren’t seeing them again for a bit.

Our little backup strip begins right before the original launch of the Lost Light, where we see some guys we haven’t seen the 2012 Annual issue. Shock and Ore wander around what will one day become Swerve’s, Shock convinced that this ship is actually the ship they lost 5 million years prior, the Unitrex-1. Ore isn’t so sure, but as the readers, we saw the exact moment that Unitrex-1 disappeared in issue #38, after Rodimus forgot to wash his hands while putting the quantum engine together. Shock, wanting to prove that he’s right, fumbles around in the dark, looking for the graffiti he carved into the underside of a table. Ore gets a call on his space Blackberry while he’s doing this, and we finally get the other half of that call Prowl made in issue #1, after he failed to get Chromedome to stay on Cybertron. The Duobots have 20 minutes to get Overlord’s massive, lippy ass on the ship. Knowing that that isn’t a ton of time, the two quickly book it out of the bar, leaving the spectral form of Skids to look really bummed out.

Later, at Swerve’s grand (secret) opening, we see some more old faces.

Whoa now, Drift, you’re not supposed to be back until next issue!

Pipes thinks he’s been cursed to not have friends, since Hubcap is still at his dead-end job with the Wreckers, and Riptide was too busy being in a coma to come say goodbye. How rude!

Drift doesn’t seem to particularly want Pipes around more than necessary, pushing him to be friends with Rewind, who he describes as having kind eyes. Whether Drift is doing this to keep Pipes safe from overhearing any Overlord-related secrets, keeping his ass-slapping and sexually-tense sword training time with Rodimus safe, or just because he finds Pipes to be mildly annoying isn’t clear. Pipes, however, is looking for more than friendship— he’s looking to bone down.

Pipes’s ideal partner is wide as they are tall, with tits to match and at least one alt-mode that he can use as a yacht. Drift tells him he can introduce him to Tailgate, though something tells me Pipes isn’t really Tailgate’s type, given that he can actually say what he means and doesn’t have some fucked-up facial situation.

It’s really too bad that Pipes died, because I bet he would have loved Nautica, and he would have REALLY loved Nickel.

Later still, we see all of our doctors together— even Ambulon is there! In one piece, even! Ambulon wants to tell First Aid something, and First Aid automatically tries to make it a cosmetic thing, because of COURSE Ambulon would be insecure about his bad skin, and what he really needs is a better cleanser. What Ambulon actually wants to talk about, though, is his alt mode, and the fact that the puns involved with being part of a Combiner make him want to die. First Aid understands, but Swerve, known menace to society, might not be so compassionate, as he throws a grenade into the back of Ambulon’s head, triggering his transformation. Ambulon is mortified, and Swerve does the thing that Ambulon literally just said he hates. First Aid continues to rip flakes of paint off of Ambulon, as the specter of Velocity watches, looking pretty bummed about the fact that she never got to be part of banter like this.

Later on than that, Rewind and a wheelchair-bound Rung are in the currently-empty Swerve’s, as Rewind calls Chromedome to gather up one of the groups for those storytelling circles Rewind organized to try to fix Rung’s brain. He hangs up, then tells Rung that once his brain works again, they’re going to have a goddamned chat about Dominus Ambus, which is only mildly hampered in its threat by the fact that Rewind standing is barely the same height as Rung sitting down.

Rewind then gets to work writing out the story map for when the “Shadowplay” group gets there, as the specter of Chromedome reaches out longingly for the dead version of his husband. He laments that this Rewind died without closure, but the ghostly specter of Rung reminds him that there are rules to this, and they have to leave now. Not sure why Rung’s here to watch himself be threatened by Pipsqueak McGee. Is he actually doing his job for once, helping guide someone through their grief? I doubt it, since Chromedome isn’t a hottie bo-body like Skids, and his problems haven’t (directly, at least) caused the sort of trouble that make entire star systems hate you like Megatron.

Later, during the Overlord disaster, Perceptor sprints into Swerve’s, shouting for a medic, as the rest of the battered and beaten watch. Hoist, himself hooked up to the wall by some sort of cable, while wearing his extra-special Rodimus Star, offers to help, though he’s technically an engineer, and whatever he’s gonna do probably won’t have any consideration for the soul or ability to feel pain. Perceptor was using Tripodeca— sweet, beloved, friend to all, who was the star of the post-Overlord mass funeral Tripodeca— as a, uh, tripod for his rifle, when Overlord probably noticed that the ol’ science sniper looked sort of familiar and did a lil’ grabbing with his big nasty hands. Hoist asks if Perceptor is going to stop Overlord, and considering how things went the last time Overlord was the star of the show, I doubt Perceptor thought he was gonna get lucky twice in terms of survival, especially when Overlord is riGHT BEHIND HIM OH GOD LORDY JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH

How Perceptor survived this isn't clear, but we know he did, as he continued to show up in the story past issue #15 in a decidedly alive, non-paste form. His specter watches this scene unfold, expression unreadable.

Post-Luna 1, Swerve stands in his ruined bar dejectedly, when he realizes that quite a few people have shown up to help him clean up the mess, as long as he promises to reward their hard work with reopening once it’s done. As everyone works to get things back in order, Swerve tells them to keep an eye out for a non-trashed Legislator that he could use as a bouncer, once he fucks around with its head enough to make it do what he wants. Ten’s specter watches as his shitty boss and arguable father is gifted the body that would become him, making a note to get his union going with a bit more urgency.

Later, on the day of the “Fuck Off Megatron 2-for-1 Drink Deal”, Crosscut lead Riptide, Mirage, and Nautica on a tour of the ship. Mirage notes that Swerve’s is a bit of a dive, not suited to his refined tastes in the slightest. In a booth, Getaway and Atomizer have boxed Mainframe in on either side to have a little chat. Swerve and Bluestreak talk television, Bluestreak making a little jab at MTMTE’s second season not being quite as well-received by fans as the first. Over at the bar, Highbrow and Perceptor talk about Quark, while Brainstorm watches while having his briefcase, which he is NOT supposed to have in here.

Crosscut goes on about this bar being where all things happen and where bittersweet is the most often-felt emotion, then calls Trailcutter/blazer an alcoholic as he dances on the ceiling. The specters of just about everyone on the ship watch their fallen friend, enjoying the moment and missing him terribly, as Perceptor brings them back to the here and now of the story, which turns out to be just after the holiday special, judging by the Christmas lights.

Minimus asks if this is safe, and Perceptor says that it is, as nobody can actually interact with the past, because Brainstorm is the only one who’s ever actually perfected that tech, not that this isn’t his fault either. It turns out that when you try to fly against the stream of time as it naturally occurs, you tear a few thousand itty bitty holes on the way to perfecting the process. Perceptor’s found a way to let others view the past, at least for a little while. Minimus is fine with it, as long as everyone continues to behave, and it seems like they are, as everyone mingles in Swerve’s.

The two of them sit down, Megatron handing Minimus what I’m sure is a mocktail, and Perceptor explains that while the window into the past is closing for now, it may open back up in the future. When Rodimus asks when that might be, he then immediately decides that he doesn’t want to know, instead wanting to have a fun little surprise for later. They don’t get very many of those, fun surprises.

As everyone toasts to the dead and to future adventures, the specter of Getaway watches on, smug as hell.

That’s the end of “No Guns, No Swords, No Briefcases” but that is STILL not the end of the issue! It never ends, this thing! Because the number 50 is very big and impressive, obviously this is a double-sized spectacular, and has to cap off with a note from the man himself— James Roberts.

And then after that we get a new notes from fans, but this is already obscenely long and I think I can show you the crux of what they’re all saying right here: MTMTE (2012) is fucking good. It’s a good series. Make your goddamn family, friends, coworkers, librarians, and goldfish read it. Share it with people you’ve never met. Get a long-term personal project out of it. Get long-term friends out of it. Get a long-term romantic partner out of it. If I can do it, so can you!

#transformers #MTMTE #issue 50 #maccadam #hannzreads #text post #long post #comic script writing #overthinking about robots #incoming analysis

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aquietwritingcorner · 6 months ago

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TMNTStoryComp, Round 2: Into The Woods...

(For the @tmntstorycomp comp Round Two polls! Vote for Sanctuary here! For part one of this, please go here)

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Don looked at all of the information spread out on the table in front of them. It seemed that his theories had been correct, or at least had evidence behind them, given the data gathered and his own experimentations.

“Alright, so—if I’m look at all of this right, then this means that while the Turtle in Charge can create places and things, he has limits,” Don said.

Raph frowned, his hands petting Lucy. “How so, Donnie?” he asked.

Don reached out and tapped the notebook. “He couldn’t recreate all of the books. Some were complete, but others were only partial, and some were little more than props. That makes me think that, unless he knows something inside and out, he can’t recreate it,” he said with a frown.

“So, he’s not all powerful,” Ms. Morrison mused. “Although still powerful, it seems.”

“Correct,” Don said, nodding at the woman’s statement. But although his voice was confident, his face didn’t seem to be.

Raph, of course, noticed it. “I know that look, Donnie. There’s something else.”

Don’s gaze dropped to the papers in front of him, and he fiddled with the pen in his hands. “…I’m not sure who this turtle is. He doesn’t match up with anyone we’ve met before. But…”

Don reached for one of the books he had brought with him, opening it up. “This is a book on understanding the applications of mechanical engineering as applied to theoretical mechanics. Very complex, very high-level.” He opened another one. “This one goes in-depth into the biology of turtles, on a specialist level.” He opened another, somewhat battered looking book. “This is one of the early higher level calculus books that Mas—er, Father found for me when I was a child. Stains and all.” He pushed another book, a paperback, forward as well. “And this is my favorite Star Trek novel.”

Raph blinked at the books. “Alright. What’s your point?” he asked.

“They’re all complete,” Don said. “All of them. They’re very different subjects, very different kinds of books, but they’re all complete. The only thing they share in common is that I know these books backwards and forwards.”

“He’s pulling on your memories, your thoughts,” Ms. Morrison said, catching on.

Don nodded. “Yes. These books are so different that most people wouldn’t have them memorized. Not to mention all the stains and rips on the calculus book.”

“So, he’s in our minds?” Raph said, frowning.

“That’s my theory, anyway,” Don said.

He opened his mouth to say more, when suddenly, he stopped, feeling a sort of pressure in the air. He and Raph tensed up, and Don grabbed the notes and books off of the table, stuffing them back in his bag, even as he moved closer to Ms. Morrison.

Suddenly the books exploded, the one in Don’s hand following suit, turning into leaves. Bookcases became trees, railings turned into ferns, tables and chairs shifted into rocks. Ms. Morrison clutched Lucy to her, the cat huddling her arms, even as she grasped onto Raph and Don, the two turtles keeping her between them, angled so that if anything came at them, their shells would take the brunt of it.

“What’s happening?” Ms. Morrison asked, her sightless eyes reflexively trying to look around. She sounded terrified, and Don really couldn’t blame her.

“It’s turning into a forest!” Raph said.

The trio stayed still, as the setting settled around them, waiting to see what would happen.

“It seems like it’s over,” Raph said, pulling back a little. “We—” he cut off, squinting at Don. “Is that a fur?”

“Uh…” Don pulled back, looking at what seemed to be a fun draped over his shell. He lifted a hand to it, feeling of it. It was very soft, very plush. “It seems so. And… clothes?”

He looked down at himself, at what seemed to be some sort of fantasy or fairy tale type of outfit. Boots, pants, and shirt, a belt, it was all there. He looked back up at the other two.

“You’ve both changed, too.”

Raph was already looking down at himself, dressed very similarly to Don, but with different colors. Ms. Morrison was running her hands over the dress she wore, feeling the differences between it and the one she had previously been wearing. There was basket on her arm, with a cloth over, and she pulled it back, feeling what was inside.

“Oh—there’s bread in here,” she said. “And—other baked goods, I believe.”

Don peered inside. “Seems to be. And some cheese as well. Other food stuffs.”

“Yeah, and we’ve got packs,” Raph said.

Don quickly opened his and found all of his supplies from his duffle bag inside. “Huh. Fascinating.”

Lucy was draping herself across Ms. Morrison’s shoulders, and the old woman reached up to pet her. “What does it all mean?” she asked.

“My guess?” Don said. “Some kind of journey. Maybe we’re supposed to find something or someone.”

“I say we find the little snot that’s in charge of all this,” Raph said.

“Agreed in concept, but maybe not in intention,” Don said with a grin, shouldering his pack under the fur. Huh. It didn’t make his shell stick out any further. Part of the magic, maybe.

“Be nice, boys,” Ms. Morrison chastised. “I have a feeling there’s more going on here than we realize.”

“Yes, ma’am,” they both replied.

Don looked around at the area they were in, and mentally shrugged. “Well, I suppose that we might as well get moving. Maybe we’ll find some of the other contestants along the way.”

“Yeah,” Raph said. “I’ll take point. Don, you look after Ms. M, okay?”

“Got it.”

With that, the small group set off through the forest, not sure at all what they would find.

#tmntstorycomp #tmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2k3 #tmnt raphael #tmnt donatello #tmnt ms. morrison #Vote for Sanctuary!

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starsuncounted · 9 months ago

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Saturday Snippet

@tortoisesshells tagged me a while ago to share a bit of a fic—thank you! Here's some more of the Timeless Titanic WIP:

"Well, on the bright side," Rufus said with forced optimism, "it should be easy enough to find the sleeper agent on a ship. It's not like they can go very far." Lucy shook her head. "There's over two thousand people on this ship, and we only have two days to find and stop the sleeper. Not to mention that navigating the ship is like navigating a maze." "The sleeper would most likely be part of the crew," Flynn put in. "That should narrow it." "Maybe," Lucy said, "but it's a matter of who on the crew would have the power or influence to change the trajectory of the events. But that's the thing—the Titanic receives six ice warnings the day before, and Captain Smith still doesn't reduce speed through the ice field. If he won't listen to ice warnings from other captains, he's not likely to listen to the warning of a crew member—and his word is final." "Well, what if he's not the captain now?" Rufus asked. "What if the sleeper is the captain?" "Unlikely," Lucy said. "Captain Smith was chosen to captain the Titanic because of his experience and his rapport with the first class passengers. At the time, passengers often chose ships based on who would be captaining them. White Star Line had Captain Smith take most of their ships on their maiden voyages because he was so trusted by passengers. The sleeper would have to have been planted decades ago to have gained the kind of respect and trust that Captain Smith had. And even if Rittenhouse had wanted to do that, it'd be too risky to have a sleeper work through the ranks; sinkings were too common. That's why the Titanic was special. She was supposed to be the dawn of a new era of unsinkable ships." "Look how well that turned out," Rufus muttered. "What if the sleeper's one of the telegraph operators?" Flynn said. He had been leaning against the deck railing listening to the conversation but now stepped closer. "The sleeper could get word to the Californian before their telegraph operator goes off duty for the night, and then they might actually show up to help." Lucy glanced at him, quirking her eyebrow in surprise. "I didn't know you knew so much about the Titanic." Flynn shrugged. "Let's just say I took a special interest in this mission."

Tagging @hobbitwrangler @dreamingthroughthenoise @aloveforjaneausten @afaramir if you'd like to do this!

#i've only written scraps of scenes so far for this fic and i can already tell it's going to have truly egregious amounts of info dumping #me be normal about the titanic challenge: failed #tag games

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firstdegreefangirl · 2 years ago

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If Only In My Dreams

Theme: Day 10 - Travel @12daysofchristmas

Fandom/Character(s): Tim Bradford/Lucy Chen (The Rookie)

Word Count: 1221

Ao3 link here!

Four things happen at once.

One: Tim comes back from an airport kiosk with two cups of overpriced coffee in his hand. He passes one of them to Lucy, who smiles up at him, and leans back against the window railing next to their carryon bags. She rests her head against one of his calves.

Two: The speaker above them crackles to life and spits out some garbled announcement from the woman standing at the gate counter. At least, he thinks it’s from her; she’s holding a radio.

Three: Tim burns his mouth on his first sip of over-roasted coffee. Six bucks a cup, and they burned it. Figures.

Four: His phone and Lucy’s vibrate at the same time.

Four things happen at once, which means that Tim is trying to comprehend them all at once, which in turn means that he doesn’t make sense of any of them.

The first thing he registers completely is the sudden chill on his shin where Lucy has sat up abruptly.

“Tim,” she says, panic edging into her voice. “Did you hear what they said? Was it about this flight alert? I think we got canceled.”

She passes her phone to him, standing up as he squints at the screen.

We’re sorry! Flight 272/Dec 23 LAX to CYS is canceled due to heavy snowfall in the destination city. Please see customer service for assistance/rebooking. We apologize for the inconvenience.

He’s reading the message for the third time when the speaker comes on again. This time, he closes his eyes and listens carefully to the tinny voice.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we regret to inform you that heavy snowfall has closed the Cheyenne, Wyoming airport. All travelers booked on flight 272 for service to Cheyenne, please see the customer service desk for assistance. We apologize for the inconvenience.”

“Shit,” he whispers.

“No kidding.” When Tim opens his eyes, Lucy is wringing her hands together and pacing in short circles. He stops her, catching her hands in his.

“Hey, it’s OK. We’ll figure it out.”

“Figure what out? They canceled our flight, Tim! You saw the website; there’s nothing else until after Christmas! The whole point of this was to spend Christmas together, just the two of us!”

She’s right: they’d spent close to a month trying to balance half a dozen holiday plans. Her parents, his sister, Angela, John, Jackson’s parents, a weekend at the retirement community where his mother lives, the list had gone on.

There was no easy answer, no plan that made everybody happy. In the end, they’d been frustrated and overwhelmed, sitting on opposite sides of Tim’s kitchen table when Lucy had looked up and asked who ever said we had to spend Christmas with anyone at all? What if we just take the holidays to ourselves, make the rounds when we get back?

It had been appealing right off the bat – no juggling, no hurry, an extended holiday season for everyone, with more days to celebrate. So they’d found a direct flight to southern Wyoming, and Tim had booked a private cabin outside city limits. That only sweetened the pot: six days, alone with Lucy, in a secluded, rural cabin.

The first real vacation they’d take together.

There are tears shining in Lucy’s eyes now, reflecting the harsh fluorescent lighting of the terminal. Tim pulls her into his chest, rubbing one hand up and down her back in wide, sweeping circles while she collects herself.

“I don’t know,” he admits. “But we’ll figure it out. We always do.”

For a moment, it feels like Lucy has accepted the reassurance. Her shoulders aren’t shaking anymore, and he can't hear her sniffles. When she leans back far enough to look him in the eye, it doesn’t look like she’s crying.

But then her eyes go wide and she sucks in a sharp breath. In any other circumstances, that expression would mean something totally different, but she starts rattling off questions before his body can react.

“Tim, what are we going to do? Do we go home now? We can’t spend Christmas in LAX. You hate the airport.” He resists the urge to laugh – that's the only reason they can’t spend seven and a half days sitting in crappy vinyl chairs and sharing three electrical outlets with 700 people? “If we go home, we have to pick someone to spend the holidays with. And what about the cabin? Can we get a refund? We took time off work for this. We—” He cuts her off.

“Hey, Lucy.” Tim lets go of her hands, bringing his own up to cradle her face gently. He draws his thumbs along her cheekbones, wiping away the stray tears. “Sweetheart. It’s going to be OK. Alright? We’ll figure it all out.” He sounds like a broken record, he’s sure, but it’s the best he can do right now. He doesn’t have the answers, doesn’t want to lie to her about that, but this is far from the worst thing they’ve endured together.

They’ll figure it out. It’s the one thing he knows for sure.

“Yeah …" She trails off, like she doesn’t quite believe him.

“We will. I promise, OK? Maybe it won’t be Wyoming, but we’ll come up with something. I don’t care where I spend Christmas, as long as you’re there too.” Tim tips his face down to rest their foreheads together. Lucy sniffles.

“You say that until you’ve spent it with my parents.”

“OK, so your parents’ is out. We can work with that.” He stands back upright. “What are you the most worried about?”

“Um …" Lucy takes a deep breath, looking around as if she’s going to find the answer right there in the airport walkway. “Checked bags, cabin rental, and … and I really don’t want to go home, but I don’t want to stay here if we don’t even have a flight.”

“Easy enough.” He rubs her arm soothingly. “I’m sure they’ve got a plan for the baggage. We’ll find out what it is. I’ll call the cabin people; they usually have some weather cancellation thing. What if we found a flight somewhere else?”

“I … I don’t know … where would we go?” She bites her lip, and Tim reaches down to squeeze her fingers.

“We don’t have to. It was just an idea, if you don’t like it, we’ll do something else.”

“I just … I don’t know.”

“That’s OK. Let’s not worry about a last-minute flight. We could drive somewhere.” But Lucy doesn’t look excited about that either. “How about this: we’ll figure out the bags, I’ll find us a room at a hotel for the week. Not too far away, but nobody has to know we’re still in town. We have the cabin through the 29th. I’ll ask them about rebooking if things open up in a few days. Even if they don’t, we’ll be together. Just us, yeah? Wasn’t that the whole point of Wyoming?”

“Yeah …" She sniffles again but looks a little cheerier than she had two minutes ago.

“Yeah, it was.”

“How do you just … solve everything? Thank you. For … solving it.”

“Anytime.” He smiles at her, pretty sure she’s talking about more than just their Christmas vacation. He knows he is, at least. “I mean it, Lucy. All I need is you, and it’ll be a Merry Christmas.”

#katie writes #kw22 #chenford #lucy chen #tim bradford #the rookie #12daysofchristmas2022 #12daysofchristmas #day 10: travel

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sunnyie-eve · 1 year ago

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Special Bond || 4. Would you?

Paring: Paul Lost Boys x Original female character Emerson cousin!

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none just cute interactions

Last: Not Scared | Next: Peer Pressure

"Aunt Lucy." Katherine goes outside to see her and the boys. "Look at you, sweetie." Lucy hugs her. "Look at Mikey and a little Sammy." Kat smiles looking at them. "I can't even see the little Kat I once knew." Michael motions to her. "Back at you." She does the same. "Well, let's go settle in." Lucy smiles at the boys so Katherine helps them. "There's no tv. Have you seen a tv? I haven't seen a TV, Mike. You know what it means when there's no TV? No, MTV." Katherine walks into a room hearing Sam complain. "Sammy, we're flat broke." Michael does his weights. "There's a tv in my room. I bought myself one so you can watch MTV in there. I only keep it on that channel." Katherine puts an arm around Sam's shoulder. "There you can stop complaining about a tv now." Michael tells him as Kat goes back to helping her aunt bring everything into the house.

When the sun went down Lucy and the boys were gonna go to the boardwalk so she invited Katherine to go along. The boys split off from the girls as they walk around chatting about what Kat has been doing. "A lot of people go missing." Lucy looks at the board and Kat sees the Security Guard's wife put up his missing poster. "Yeah." She starts to feel bad since she knew what happened to him. Lucy goes over to help a little boy alone while Kat stares at the guys' flyer. She shakes her head going over to where Lucy went talking to the little boy but sees the boys walk into the store. "Aunt Lucy, maybe someone at my job has seen his mom." She tells her so they go inside. "Hello, Max. Thanks again for giving me the day off." Kat gives him a smile and the boys see her.

Before David could call her over Maria does, "I'm gonna tell Max to stop giving you days off." She playfully glares at her. "My Aunt just moved back with her two sons. That's why he gave me the day off." She explains. "We only come in here to watch one thing." Paul says as they walk past her and puts his arms around her shoulders. "I know." Maria laughs smiling at the two as he walks her off with them. "I told you not to come in here anymore." Max glares at David who smirks before heading out with the boys. "You coming?" Marko asks Kat as she stands behind.

"Aunt Lucy, can I go with my friends?" She asks her not noticing Max smile at the two. "Sure, honey. Be careful." Lucy tells her. "Bye, Max. Bye, Thorn." She pets the top of the dog's head then rushes outside getting on the back of Paul's bike. They stop at the carousel to hang out because Star and Laddie were supposed to meet them back here. "Your aunt seems nice." David speaks up looking over at her sitting on the railing leaning back into Paul standing behind her. "24/7." She looks over at him. "Where's your cousins?" Paul asks her. "Around somewhere. Hey Star, Laddie." She smiles as they show up. "Katherine." Star's straight face turns into a smile as soon as she sees her. "Kat." Laddie gives her their handshake as she jumps off the rail.

"You coming to the cave or staying because of your family?" Marko asks as Paul gets on his bike. "I'm gonna stay. Plus you guys still need to eat." She looks over to see Michael and Sam watching the group. "See y'all tomorrow." Katherine kisses everyone's cheeks then goes over to her cousins as they ride off. "You know the girl and the boys." Michael eyes her. "Yeah, they're my friends." She walks with Sam and sees the Vampire comic. "You've met the Frog Brothers, I see." She motions to the comic. "They're odd." Sam tells her. "Be prepared to hear all about vampires from them." She tells him.

Back at the house while everyone was downstairs, Katherine's window opens. "Paul." She looks over at him and he was smiling like an idiot. "Can I come in." He asks her. "I'm still not giving you an invitation." She laughs at him. "Rude." He goes through the window taking off his jacket before jumping onto her bed next to her. "Who was on the menu tonight?" Kat jokes making Paul laugh. "Greg and Shelly." He tells her. "Greg, I don't care about." She tells him so he goes giving details about the whole thing making her want him to shut up.

Getting fed up with his babbling, she leans over kissing him to shut him up. After about a minute of kissing him, she slowly pulled back to breathe, but he pulls her back and kisses her more roughly. After a while, Paul finally lets her go to breathe. Although they broke apart, they were still close enough for their noses to be touching. Neither of them said anything and just stared at each other for what felt like forever.

"You know, you talk too much." Kat speaks first making Paul pull away and laugh. "So you had to kiss me?" He touches her face. "It was the only thing I could think to do." She laughs. "Or did you just want to kiss me again?" Paul leans back in kissing her. "Kat!" Sam shouts getting closer to the room. "Come on, let's leave." Paul gets up. "I can't and I have work tomorrow." She tells him so Paul pouts.

As the bedroom door opens Sam looks around and Paul was out of sight. Nanook growls outside the room not going in. "Nanook, stop it." Sam tells the dog off. "Who were you talking to?" Sam asks her. "Was on the phone with a friend." She lies not knowing where Paul went. He didn't go far because his jacket was still in her room. "Dinner is ready." He leaves her room and Paul shows back up. "Fine, I'll leave." He puts his jacket on. "I didn't say you have to leave. I just can't leave. I'll eat fast then be right back." She goes downstairs to eat dinner.

Paul walks around her room messing with things and looks at her photos. Still having his human traits made things difficult with Katherine. Not only that but apparently she could be everyone's mate if she chooses to be. Paul didn't want to share her with the other three though. She was his soulmate he always dreamed of when he was a human. He wanted her to be one of them so they could be together forever. He wouldn't have to worry about something happening to her during the day because she would be safe with him in the cave. "Why do I still have to have these feelings?!" He shouts at himself in his head. "But they're the reason she even likes me." He lays down on her bed turning on the tv and watches MTV.

"Oh, Katherine dear. Max got me a job so I'll be working with you." Lucy tells her as they eat at the table. "That's nice of him. He's really nice. I used to work night but he moved me to during the day so I can be with friends at night." She explains to her Aunt. "The boys you left with?" Lucy smiles at her niece. "Yes, Ma'am." Katherine finished her food going to her room to see Paul passed out on her bed. "Paul, you can't sleep here and you know that." She goes to sit by him waking him up. "I can sleep in your closet." He gives her a smile. "You're not sleeping in my closet. You're going to go sleep in your cave."

"I'll leave once you fall asleep." He pulls her to lay down in his arms. She closes her eyes as he turns off the lights and tv. "Can I ask you a question?" He plays with her hair. "Huh?" She asks enjoying the feeling. "Would you ever become one of us?" He asks hoping to hear a good answer. "Truthfully... I'm thinking about it but I'm not exactly there yet." She says making him get excited. "Well, you know how bad we all would love it if you were. Even Star wants you to." He kisses the top of her head as she drifts off to sleep.

Back at the cave, Paul looks at the boys who were staring at him. "Katherine is thinking about becoming one of us but isn't ready yet. We're getting closer boys." He tells them what she told him. "You hear that Star." David looks over at her. "If anyone is going to talk her into fully doing it, it's Paul." Star looks at him. "Why Paul?" Marko laughs. "Because of their bond." Dwayne tells him. "But you said we all could be her mates." Marko looks at David making Paul roll his eyes. "If she wants yes because her bond to each of us is different. Paul and hers... it's stronger and will be even more if she becomes one of us. That's what I was told." David explains staring down Paul.

"And I know a quicker way to make her one of us." David stands up. "How?" Star asks. "Her cousin, who has his eyes set on you, Star. We get him to drink and become one of us, she'll follow." David gives her a smile. "How would that make her want to drink too?" Dwayne doesn't understand. "In the past, she told me she's not against it because she's alone once her grandpa is gone. Both of her parents killed themselves... If we turn the rest of her family she'll have another reason." Star speaks up. "So we know what to do."

#lost boys #the lost boys #lost boys 1987 #david lost boys #paul lost boys #dwayne lost boys #marko lost boys #david tlb #dwayne tlb #paul tlb #marko tlb #michael lost boys #michael tlb #michael emerson #david powers #paul harris #dwayne stephens #marko thompson

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yallemagne · 2 years ago

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Someone on AO3 posted their college essay for some ungodly reason, which was full of choice takes such as "Dracula is androgynous because he does housework". Out of all the characters to decide they're androgynous..

It's such. It's such a bog water take. It's such a bog water take that I accidentally spelt water with two ts at first.

Is this a new one or is this the one I had the misfortune of skimming? Or is it very old, then that's the secret third option. The one I read also fuckin' started off preaching that Lucy deserved to die so. And said Jonathan only feared the Count bc he was androgynous but also claimed that he liked him better than the Sisters for being hyper-masculine. Which is it. Choose.

Yeah so fucking.

That's just. Not what androgyny means. Housework is only androgynous when Jonathan does it /j

No, but really. I'll warn you that I go completely off the rails here in order to refute the claim, I will make a point about the claim stated eventually.

Jonathan is not scared of Dracula doing housework bc it's "feminine" or "androgynous", he's scared of Dracula doing housework because Dracula is incredibly rich, comes from a long line of conquerors, has an enormous castle, and yet he has no staff? This is odd and only gets more frightening with context. How long has Dracula lived alone here? What happened to his staff?

Maid Dracula isn't scary because "oooo gender fuck". JUST NO. LISSEN. Dracula doing chores is scary because while he's making Jonathan's bed, he's rifling through Jonathan's luggage and confiscating his belongings. It's scary because Jonathan knows his life will end by the 29th and Dracula is providing all his meals. It's scary because Dracula stripped him naked in his sleep and, for the love of God, Jonathan cannot remember what else might have happened.

There is not a trace of human life in this goddamn castle. No innocent staff to take pity on him and help him escape. He's completely at the mercy of one man. Jonathan's not afraid of a man playing a traditionally feminine role: the caretaker. Dracula is not a caretaker- he is a tyrant. Jonathan is the one playing a traditionally feminine role: the damsel.

And also just. Fuckin. Housework is something done out of necessity. It's clearly being done out of necessity here because Dracula has no staff and the Sisters are too starved to think of anything but eating, so he can't put them to work. Does this fool think every man living on his own who knows how to make his own bed and wash the dishes is suddenly a fucking queer icon?

I mean I know how to do those things and I'm a queer icon but there's no correlation-- /j

Anyway. Yeah. Bog watter take.

EDIT SECONDS LATER: OH ANOTHER THING. Fucking hate it when people post their essays on ao3. They're completely within their rights to do so, but I'm never gonna stop hating it. You wanna post a dumbass essay? Do it on a platform made for posting dumbass essays! You can even do it on tumblr, I just did it just now.

#i don't get *academic* takes on this book #do they?? think dracula is the hero? that he's misunderstood?#they claim that jonathan is a bigot bc *spins wheel* dracula is androgynous #but *they* think androgyny is evil - why else would they categorize all Dracula's abuse tactics as androgynous?#he does have homoeroticism but? guess what? that homoeroticism is rapey #and wow - novel concept - rape is evil no matter who you are #update #people ask me things #dracula #dracula daily #count dracula #jonathan harker

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thesporkidentity · 1 year ago

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final act, let's go! again, if you want to watch it the video is on the choreographer's vimeo channel. and i would also recommend reading the summary in their program here, because act 3 gets real confusing real fast at the end if you're expecting it to follow the novel.

mina my beloved! i'm so glad they included her work with all the journals

i cannot get a good screenshot but there's a repeated bit of van helsing just putting his hand on quincey's gun like son please stop waving that thing around my good brave boy and it is a rare moment when i laughed in this show

the mina+van helsing interactions are so sweet 🥺

mina+RENFIELD NUMBER? that one i did not call. he does all of the lifts while in a straightjacket, phenomenal.

i can cry and scream about the bloofer lady while also laughing that lucy is the same size as this literal child, i contain multitudes

i live for the fact that literally every time either jonathan or mina comes back on stage to join the other, they run to each other and do a dramatic lift and spin, yes, they SHOULD get to hug more!

no no no i know what's coming now and i know it's going to be beautifully choreographed and performed and i'm going to hate what happens. i am likely to yell at dracula so much as this scene progresses, so let me also give my compliments now that the dancer is AMAZING and perfect in every aspect of his performance so far my god the man can dance. also who said he could have such a fantastic nose that shouldn't be allowed

btw, everyone else walks normally in this show (or like, as normally as you can in ballet shoes), but he stalks. he always has an incredibly deliberate pace with the graceful dancing stalking steps and it really sets off something in my hindbrain, i'll leave what that something is up to interpretation because the answer to any guess will be "yes"

oh heck there's no slow almost teasing horrible seduction at all in this one, it is all out and violent from the get-go

sitting here chanting no! no! no! no! as she keeps running back to jonathan but he can't! wake! up!

do love how both she and jonathan have an extended lift in their drac pas de deux with their arms outstretched like on the crucifix (multiple in mina's case, they kept moving so i couldn't get a good screenshot but there's a second one where she's hanging on him back to back with her arms hooked over his like christ)

okay this is just a gorgeous pose, they're doing such a good job and the way his face keeps cycling between ravening rage (sorry for the alliteration lol) and yearning is A+

aaaaaand now i'm back to just shouting NO at the screen

they really committed to being both horny and horrifying at the same time and not allowing you to separate those emotions, and i salute them for it

only photo i could get on jonathan's killing rage because he is booking it after that, he will not be contained

ah yes, we were overdue a number with the corps in this act, but all these writhing limbs are freaking me the hell out it's like the orgy from cats but with more corpses...

that coooooooat! and now mina's doing the ethereal trance en pointe tiny steps

also this act has gone totally off the rails and i'm so glad i read the program before i saw it xD

that lighting design though!!!

quincey D: also he is just crazy strong, damn. like i KNOW ballet dancers have to be so so strong and quincey is helping, but also that's a whole-ass man and they're both only using one arm

oh that's just a cool shot, that's some caravaggio bullshit right there

wait no THAT'S some caravaggio bullshit, i am distracting myself from quincey with the lighting design because it went off in this act especially

and that's a wrap. i'm not sure with the musical cue whether they were trying to imply the vampirism would live on in mina like the 1968 tv play or just that she would have to cope with the trauma of that night, but either way what a haunting shot to end it with

anyway, if you watched and enjoyed this ballet, if you can please donate to the ballet to support their continued work, or you can buy tickets to see it live again this year in milwaukee october 26-29, 2023

watching the 2018 milwaukee ballet production of dracula and y'all the dracula/jonathan pas de deux is amazing

#dracula #ballet #long post #but i swear i should be done inflicting this on everyone now lol

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our-neighbours-cat-is-a-menace · 3 years ago

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Obey me reacts to MC leading them on👀

Summary :MC happened to watch that one tiktok video where they kneel down in front of their partner then tie their hair up only for them to leave afterwards

Warning: highly suggestive

Pairings: Lucifer x reader /Mammon x reader / Leviathan x reader / Diavolo x reader

Lucifer

You're an attention deprived human

And your boyfriend wasn't giving you any

Well time to cure that

Your brain remembered that one tiktok video you watched earlier, well time to use that to get railed some attention

Finding your way to Lucifer's office, you let yourself in without even knocking

Seeing you come in to the room, luci asked you if there was anything you need but you just shaked your head saying you just want to lounge in his office

The demon acknowledged your reason, humming to it and quickly went back to the documents he was working on

You only smiled how he never expects your chaotic self to do another one of your bullsh*t

You went behind the demon fiddling with a pen you took along with you

You purposely accidentally dropped the pen and have it roll below lucifer's chair

Without warning you gripped the chair's armrest and slightly turn it in your direction

Lucifer was about to ask you what do you think you're doing but was silenced when you suddenly kneeled in front of him

Without further a do, you tied your hair in a high ponytail while giving him seductive looks

Lucifer quickly put down his pen and leaned back to the chair, all attention on you

When you were done tying your hair up, you began caressing his thighs and looking at him with doe like eyes

Seeing how his pants started to tent up, you docked your head below the chair and picked up the pen, standing quickly after getting it

This made lucifer confused

You started making your way towards the door

"I'm off to go play games with levi" you said smiling

Just as you were about to put your hand on the doorknob, lucifer blocked your hand with his, his broad chest glued to your back

"You're not going anywhere after that little stunt of yours love" he growled in your ear

You could only grin, feeling his hardness at your back

Mammon

Mammon was at the edge of your bed rambling about another one of his money making scheme

While you were on the other side of the bed scrolling through tiktok annoyed since his been buzzing like a bee for almost 2 hours now

You badly want to shut him up and what's the best way to do that, get him all hot and bothered

And you got just the thing for that

It was the video you saw moments before mammon came to your room

You quickly stood up from your side of the bed and went to his side positioning him for the prank

Mammon went silent, wondering what you were doing

But he was quick to assume he was gettin some lovin down there when you kneeled down and started putting your hair up

"oi b-babe, what ar-are u d-doin" he was stammering, face completely gone red

Seeing you smile at him and lick your lips oh so seductively, this made him gulp hard

He opened his legs wider, somehow thinking to give you better access

You quickly docked your head below the bed and reached for a board game

With how fast you stood up, mammon was left confused

"Enough with your money making schemes, let's play this game" you said smiling at him widely while waving the game in front of him

He would love to play but it hurts down there

"Babe, we can play later, but help me out here first" he held your hand gently, pleading, now completely needy

But hey at least he stopped rambling

Leviathan

As usual, he was gaming

But not on his pc, he was gaming in a psp

Both of you were in his bathtub bed, him leaning on one end and you on the other

He was rambling on about how his teammate have gone afk, so he has to do all the work

He was leaning on the end of the tub while both of his knees were propped up separate from each other

You can't help but dart your eyes on his thing

It wasn't h*rd but it was already bulging

Seeing that, how can you not be horny

Remembering how asmo was ranting to you about this one particular prank from tiktok made you want to re enact it

Carefully propping yourself up and is now in a crawling position, you made your way towards your boyfriend, stopping only centimeters away from the boy

He was quick to stop his hands on the game and look at you

He could feel himself screaming when you suddenly kneeled and tied your hair up, looking down at him like your going to devour him

He immediately shrinked under you and was about to wrap himself up like a cocoon when you suddenly propped your knee in between his legs, your knee hitting his rod, he quickly let out a grunt

He feels like his gonna die and it only made worse when you bit your bottom lick

"I...I, M-MC....i-I'm st-still g-gaming" he stuttered completely flustered under you

You hummed to this and leaned down, to get the small plushie beside him

Levi however closed his eyes when he saw you lean down expecting something to happen but nothing came

He opened his eyes to see you leaning again on the end og the tub now cuddling the plushie you took

He wanna die, from embarrassment? Yeah

But as much as he was embarrassed, he was also highly desperate to touch you and make love

"Mc , can we... uhmm.. do it?" he said desperately "it's tight and it hurts" he added referring to the one standing proudly down there

"hmm, but i thought you said you were gaming levi" you teased even though you are just as needy as he is right now

Levi quickly tossed the game away and hover over you

"I'm not anymore"

Asmo swear he could hear grunts and moans when he passed by levi's room that day

Diavolo

Both you and Dia was currently in the balcony having tea at midnight

You guys just finished up some documents that was long overdue

Barbs already left after serving the tea, having to take care of something Dia instructed him to do

Dia was telling you about the plans he have in mind for the next ball but you were far from listening, you were checking the demon out

From his face to his pecks down to his thighs, you were being shameless okay

Your thoughts were wandering to another galaxy

Your mind went back to the time you saw that video together with leviathan, you guys laughed it off but now you wanna try it

Standing up, this made dia stop talking and look at you

You never said a word only walking towards almost seductively

" do you mind turning a bit for me" you asked and he obliged, he's not facing the table anymore but now his facing you

You leaned down to give him a kiss in which he gladly reciprocated

But you quickly pulled away sliding your hands down from his shoulders, to his chest and down to his thighs

From this point, you were now kneeling and you started tying your hair up

Dia already had an idea what you were trying to do so he immediately opened his legs wider and was about to open his zippers when you suddenly docked your head and grabbed a penny and quickly standing up walking away

"Time to sleep, man I'm beat" you stated nonchalantly walking back to your bedroom while yawning

Dia was stunned, his hand still on his zipper

You can't just leave like that, not after making him all hard and bothered

He quickly followed you to the room slamming the door behind him and quickly trap you in his arms

"I'm sorry in advance but you're not getting any sleep tonight sweetie" he said against your neck, his hands already exploring your body

A/N: I haven't done Dia so i tried writing for him now. Anyways i hope you like this but damn this is just MC trying to get railed

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arcadejohn127-9 · 4 years ago

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Ahhh I love your writing sm!! Could I request how the brothers would react to an MC that's super doting and overly loving from the get-go?. Always insists on helping w cooking duty, brings the brothers coffee if they look busy, etc? pls & ty!

Tbh I don't really have a love language over than verbal but this speaks to me

In game I make my MC very much like this, overly positive and always wanting to help. Not because I have to, I could easily pick more honest or teasing options but when it comes to it. My first instinct/Response is those options because I like the idea of being helpful to people

It's only when people start using that for their advantage or make me help them out even though I'm busy or just don't want to do it. That's when there's an issue.

Lucifer:

"oh~ Luci! You still working?"

You peered over at him at his desk, peaking from the space between the wall and the stair railing

He looked up at you with a tired expression, frowning

"I am, what do you need?"

you trotted down the rest of the steps, walking over to him with a bright smile

A tray in hand with coffee and biscuits and apple slices

"I made these for you, I know it isn't much but you're always working so hard... perhaps I can help?"

Lucifer wasn't too surprised, you were always offering your help whenever you could but it still surprised him you were so quick to offer

He didn't know how you had all that energy to face the day and then do more for others but he always enjoyed your company

"be my guest."

You grabbed a mini stool and sat beside him, you'd read over papers with him, massaging his hand whenever you noticed it cramped

He shared the snacks you got him and even revealed the mini snack draw he had in his desk

He put a finger to his lips with a smile

"don't tell my brother's, this will be just between you and me."

He showed you what he had and you picked whatever caught your fancy, happily eating as you looked over the papers

Mammon:

He wasn't use to Someone being nice to him so when you came along and offered acts of service - he was blown away!

Even over time he wasn't really use to it

Speaking of you and your acts or service; you were whistling a happy tune

A thick wallet in your pocket, you headed straight to mammons room

It was as if he could smell the money, he rushed to your side and started eyeing the wallet

"Stop peeking - it's a gift."

He looked at you confused but was grinning

"oh? The great Mammon can't refuse a gift!"

You placed the wallet in his hand, he let out a yelp at the weight of it

It was completely loaded!!! It was stuffed with money!

He couldn't believe it - it had to be a trick! There was no way you were giving him this much money!

"Are ya playing with me? Ha ha human."

"no tricks, you've been struggling with your debt to the witch's so I thought I'd help, I heard you've been getting in trouble with Lucifer more because of it so I wanted to help!"

He didn't even realize he teared up, he jumped towards you and hugged you close

Nuzzling your faces together as he hugged you tight

"You-! YOU DAMN HUMAN- NO YOU ANGEL! YOU'RE THE BEST THING THAT'S HAPPENED TO ME!"

You patted his arm, laughing and it wasn't long before he was planning to spend a big splurge on you despite his issues with money already

Levithan:

He was shuffling into his room, headphones on and just starting to calm down

Today was hectic so he was happy to finally be back home

"Evening! Don't worry, I still used the secret password."

"HUH-?! THAT'S NOT- WHY ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?!"

He threw his headphones off, face bright red

He should of known you were up to something, you kept humming whenever you entered his room

Talking about cleaning up after himself but he kept forgetting due to getting distracted

"I noticed it's gotten really messy so I decided to clean it for you but before you say anything, I know you hate when it's cleaned because you don't know where anything so I've labelled where everything has been stored if it's changed places."

He was still upset, he REALLY hated it when things are changed without him knowing first

But he looked around the room and sure enough, things were still in the cupboards and places he stacked them in and the labels were correct

Everything was completely organized! All the piled up ramen was even gone!

He exhaled a long breathe calming himself down, he was happy - really really happy

"Thanks.... just - can we arrange something next time? But I do like what you did! It looks nice - it's much better now!"

"of course, I'll ask next time - also~ I got you some special ruri-chan themed chips in hopes to make you feel better."

He moves before he knows it, hugging you tight

"STAY WITH ME FOREVER!!!!"

He's definitely embarassed afterwards and gets you out of his room before he makes himself look more like a love sick fool

But don't worry, he texts you wanting to hang out later

Satan:

Satan has been locked in his room after having a big outburst earlier that day

He got overwhelmed from all the noises and threw a book at mammon

You waited awhile before going after him, wanting him to calm down and looked after mammons sore head

You grabbed the book he threw, making a nice calming tea and even made some Apple pie

When you knocked his door he freezed

"Who is it-?! Lucifer, I'm not in the mood for your scolding-"

"it's just me, I got you something!"

He opened the door for you, letting you inside

His room looked clean for once - you didn't doubt he continued his rage into his room and cleaned up to calm down

You offered him a smile, placing the tray on his bed

"I hope you like it, I made it myself."

He looked at the fresh apple pie, his stomach rumbling at the mere sight of it

"you did this...for me? Didn't I scare you?"

You hummed, sitting close to him

"yeah a little but everyone has their bad days, you having one doesn't change anything - though you do need to apologize to mammon."

He sat down by his bed, placing the tray on his lap

"you're right I do, thank you for not just seeing me as some angry creature....I didn't intend to blow up like that."

You patted his arm, still smiling

You two sat together, you read his book for him whilst he ate and drank

He was very bashful at how supportive you are but that was you, you've always been so quick to offer help or do things for people ever since you've arrived

You were good to him, he'll always appreciate that

Asmodeus:

His love language is affection and words

Yours is acts of service

It's perfect!

Though, when it was established you were quick to help and offer your service - prepare for MANY innuendos

He'll come skipping to you, draping himself off the nearest object and asking if you want to help him de-stress

Most of the time you just have spa days or lay around doing nothing

You decided to treat him today seeing as exams were stressing him out

"Asmo! Won't you help me? I have this lovely new-"

He's skidding as he appears in the doorway, ready to do whatever you want

But you just grinned, knowing your plan worked

You grabbed him and shoved him into a chair

Before he knew it; his hair was tied up and his jacket and scarf has disappeared

"oh? What's all this about? Does my love want some special care?"

"nope, I just want to look after you today~ you've been stressing over exams so much, I wanted to treat you like a prince."

He had the biggest grin on his face after that

And treated like a prince he was

You did his skin routine, brushed his hair and curled it

If he even mentioned being thirsty you were straight to getting him a nice refreshing drink

If you're able to - please carry him bridal style - he will love every second of it

"you treat me so well, I know I'm already a blessing to this demonic world but you're just pure light."

He's so love sick, an absolute fool in love

"nonsense, I'm just helping you like usual."

Which is true, you were always being helpful to him

Thats why he loved doing whatever he could for you

"Never leave the Devildom, I couldn't bare not seeing your beautiful face everyday."

You just laughed, massaging his face and gave him a quick kiss

Beezlebub:

Another person who does acts of service as a love language

Though, do forgive him if he forgets due to hunger - he'll immediately make it up to you

At this point he's become a subconscious challenge/game of service - always trying to one up each other

Currently, he was really anxious about his up coming game

It was the biggest one that R.A.D was having and was against a smaller school in the Devildom

The brothers all agreed to come watch him play and even made banners and levi brought glowsticks

You were no were to be seen

The weeks running up to the game you were always busy and whilst you still do some things for him here or there - you were mostly out of the house

But it was but a long lasting plan

You planned on supporting him the best way you could!

When he finally rolled onto the field he felt dread when he didn't spot you in the crowd

He couldn't stop frowning until he saw you, shaking pom poms and running with the cheersquad

That's right, you joined the cheer team to show your support for the lovely demon

"I WANT TO DEDICATE A CHEER TO OUR STAR PLAYER - BEEZLEBUB!!!"

He's so flustered and absolutely shining with joy under his helmet

As soon as he could he came running towards you and hugged you tight

"I was so worried I did something that made you drift away....you did this for me?"

"of course! I'm sorry I made you worried, I wanted to surprise you."

He had to take off his helmet after trying to nuzzle your face, you yelped when it bonked you

"This is the best thing anyone has done for me, thank you (Y/N)."

"you're welcome, now go win that game! Prove those losers that R.A.D is the best school around!"

It was no surprised that R.A.D won

The players all cheered and partied, inviting the band and cheerleaders to celebrate with them

But you decided to have a sleepover with Beelzebub, feeding him plenty of tasty foods as your own type of celebration

"Open wide."

You almost choked on the cake basically shoved in your mouth, laughing as frosting covered your nose and cheeks

You got your revenge but he happily licked what he could

This is the best celebration he could ever get

All because of you!

Belphegor:

Even if your love language wasn't acts or service, you definitely got in the habit of doing it with this guy

He was spoilt from always being carried and pampered by his twin

He could get away with sleeping anywhere as long as he got things done and good grades

But you were always the helpful human, giving him snacks or fluffing his pillows

He's joked about getting a bell so he could call you whenever he needed you

That never happened

"Belphie!! You awake? I got something for you."

He immediately popped his head up and waved to get your attention

You showed him the cup of hot mocha you've recently made; sweet and delicious and has an extra kick to help with keeping awake

"Smells delicious, you made this?"

"yep! Now drink up, we got plans today."

He happily drunk it, feeling more awake with every gulp

By the end of the Cup he was absolutely overjoyed from the taste

Though you almost groaned in frustration when he yawned, so happy that he got sleepy

"you have anymore~? I could drink loads of these- make me more, you know how to make them, I'm too sleepy - it's your fault I'm sleepy."

You flicked his head

Reminding him to not act like a brat

But you did make him more and throughout the day you'd give him a large cup

You needed to do studies and make sure belphegor kept his grades up - Lucifer's orders

But he was already a star pupil regardless so you weren't sure why you had to

But spending time with your favourite demon was never an issue, regardless of his attitude

"We need to do this more, I love it when you look after me."

"I know, now write your answer, I need proof you're working so I don't get strung up."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #gamingclubpresident #aracadejohn217 9 #obey me mammon #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #beelzebub obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me luficer #obey me imagine #obey me headcanon #obey me x you #obey me x mc #obey me x reader

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queenxxxsupreme · 3 years ago

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Trouble Arises (dad!Arthur Morgan x reader)

A/N: Here’s a little bit of dad!Arthur for Father’s Day!

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none, fluffy dad!Arthur, protective dad!Arthur

Summary: While out with you and Daisy, Arthur runs into some trouble.

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“Looky at this one!” Daisy tugged on a dress that was on a shop rack.

“I like the bow on that one.” You told her, eyes flickering over the dress. It was periwinkle with numerous ruffles on the skirt and an adorable bow at the waist.

Your husband was trailing quietly behind you, admiring the bright look in Daisy’s eyes as she went from dress to dress. It wasn’t often that the three of you ventured into town together, let alone that she was able to pick out her very own dress. So he made sure to enjoy every moment.

“Daddy! Look at this!” She stopped at a pink and white dress.

“That’s real pretty, ain’t it sweetpea?” Arthur looked at the dress. “Almost matches those shoes Papa got for you a while back, don’t they?”

“Yeah! The ones with the white bow.” Daisy nodded her head.

“Is that the one you wanna get?” He asked her, but the young girl was already moving on to another dress.

Arthur watched her look at the dress excitedly, bouncing a little where she stood when the excitement became too much to contain.

“You okay, Arthur?” You placed your hand on his arm.

“Yeah, just fine.” He gave you a smile. “How long you think it’s gonna take her to find a dress?”

“Do you want to be home at any specific time?”

“No, no. There’s no rush. Just curious.” He shook his head. “Let her take all the time she wants. She’s really happy, ain’t she?”

“She is.” You squeezed his arm and leaned in to kiss his shoulder before moving to be closer to Daisy.

Arthur started to follow you.

A familiar feeling began to creep up his spine. It was the same feeling that he could remember having all those years ago when he was a wanted man. Someone was watching him.

He came to a stop, allowing you and Daisy to walk ahead of him, and looked around.

Outside of the front shop windows, Arthur spotted someone looking in. They cupped their hands around their eyes and peered in through the glass. They were trying to find someone and seeing as Arthur and his family were the only ones in the store aside from an elderly couple, Arthur had a sinking feeling in his gut that the person outside was looking for him.

He quickly stepped behind a support beam that held the ceiling up. His eyes darted over to you. You were unaware of what was happening, brushing your fingers over the sleeve of a dress Daisy had stopped to admire.

But a sharp whistle caught your attention. It was instinctive for you to react to that whistle. It was his form of nonverbal communication back when you were running with the Van Der Linde Gang.

Your eyes instantly caught his. He tilted his head just slightly, motioning for you to come to him.

Though he hadn’t said anything else, the mannerisms made your stomach churn. Why hadn’t he said your name? Why was he hiding behind a column?

“Daisy? Let’s go over to daddy.” You suggested, placing your hand between her shoulders.

As you reached him, he took your hand and pulled you so that you stood behind the column too. Daisy was placed strategically between you both.

“Daddy, there’s a dress-,”

“Sweetpea, I know you wanna look at dresses right now but there’s something real important that I’ve gotta discuss with momma, okay?” He looked down at her, brushing a few pieces of hair behind her ear.

She nodded her head.

“There’s a couple of fellas outside.” Arthur lowered his voice as his eyes found yours. “Look over my shoulder around the beam behind me. “They’ve been looking in like they’re searchin’ for someone.”

You looked towards the window like he suggested and spotted the two men. They leaned in towards each other and then one looked back towards the window before the other looked towards the front door.

“Do you think they’re any trouble?”

“I don’t know.” Arthur rubbed the back of his neck.

“Then there’s no need to panic just yet.” You put your hand on his arm.

His eyes stayed on yours, a furrow nestled between his brows. He didn’t share the same thoughts as you.

“We don’t want to upset Daisy.” You reminded him, looking down at her. His gaze followed yours. She was on her tip toes looking at a snowglobe that rested on the table next to the column.

“You’re right.” Arthur sighed out, rubbing his eyes.

“Everything will be okay.” You kissed his cheek and rubbed his arm. “Daisy? Why don’t you tell daddy about the dress you want?”

“Okay! This way, daddy!” Daisy turned and took off across the store.

Arthur smiled as he watched her weave in and out of the racks.

“She’s very excited to pick out her own dress.” You told Arthur.

“I know. Talked about it the whole way here.” He chuckled softly. He turned his head to check the window. The two men were still there.

“You know, I can go out there and distract them while you take Daisy out the back.” You took Arthur’s hand in your own and began to walk with him towards Daisy.

“I don’t want you to have to do that, Y/N.”

“But if it’s what gets you both out of here safe, then I don’t mind it.”

“You think you’re any good at distractions?” His tone was teasing as he squeezed your hand.

“Oh, I like to think I am.” You leaned against him a bit. “Back in the day, I used to distract this really fine young man. I did it so well one time that he nearly got run over by his own horse.”

Arthur laughed, putting his arm around your shoulders.

“Hosea still won’t let me forget about that.”

“Good. It was rather foolish of you to be watching me instead of your horse.”

“I can list a whole bunch of foolish things I’ve done ‘cause of you.” He hummed quietly, pulling you closer to him. “But I wouldn’t change any of them.”

“You’re a charmer even after all these years. You know that?”

The bell on the front door to the shop rung, causing both you and Arthur to look in that direction. The two men that had been looking in were now inside of the shop.

Arthur put his hand on the small of your back and began to rush you towards Daisy.

“Take her out the back.”

“What about you-,”

“Don’t worry about me-,”

“You can’t just tell me that!” You whispered loudly.

“Hey, sweetpea?” Arthur put his finger over his lips, signalling for her to be quiet as he approached. He knew she would excitedly begin to tell him about the dress she wanted, but now wasn’t the time for that.

“What, daddy?”

“Mommy’s got to take you home.”

“What? Why?” She crinkled her brows together. “What about my dress?”

“Don’t worry about the dress, love.” You took her hand and began to tug her towards the back door. “We have to go–,”

“But momma–,”

“Daisy Jane.” Arthur knelt down to her level. “Look at me, sweetpea.”

Daisy met his eyes, her mouth pulled down in a frown.

“It’s real important that you listen to momma, okay? She’s gonna take you home where it’s safe. It’s not safe here right now. I love you, you know that?” He kissed her forehead.

“Daddy–,”

“I love you, Daisy.” He repeated, standing up to face you.

Your eyes were glossed with tears.

“No tears, pumpkin.” He murmured. He leaned in to kiss your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

You took Daisy’s hand and began to lead her towards the back door. You needed to get her somewhere safe.

“Momma, why isn’t daddy comin’ with us?”

You couldn’t bring yourself to answer her.

“It’s alright, love. He’ll be with us soon.”

***

You placed nervously on the porch. The sun was beginning to set behind the mountains. It had been a few hours since you got home and the anxiety in your stomach was becoming almost too much to handle.

You had thought about going over to Charles and Lucy’s house and maybe having Charles go to town and see what had happened, or even having them watch Daisy while you went into town alone.

Daisy was inside playing with her dolls. Hosea was inside with her. Carson was laying on the porch, big brown eyes watching you.

You were just about to turn to go into the house and get Daisy when you heard hooves beating against the dirt road.

Carson lifted his head, ears perked as he listened.

You looked down the driveway, one hand gripping the railing.

The faint outline of a horse and rider came into view. It wasn’t until a few moments later when you could make out the rider that you felt you could finally breathe.

Arthur was finally home. And he was safe.

You sat down on the porch steps, realizing then how achy your legs were. You hadn’t had time to sit down since you returned home with Daisy. You didn’t want to sit down. You physically couldn’t bring yourself to sit. The anxiety of thinking about what could have happened to your husband was too much.

Carson ran out to the barn to greet Arthur. The dog followed alongside him as he made his way towards the house.

You wanted to ask him what happened, to know if those men were lawmen or just trouble. But when you tried to talk, your voice became stuck in your throat and tears sprung out of nowhere.

Silently, he sat down next to you and put an arm around you. You didn’t notice the paper bag he placed on to the steps.

“I know…. I know it was scary.” He kissed the side of your head. “But I’m proud of you. You did real good, you know. We haven’t had to do something like that in years. You did good, pumpkin.”

“I-I thought you were…. I was so scared, Arthur. I didn’t want to have to raise her by myself.” You turned to put your face into his neck.

“I know. But I wouldn’t let that happen.” He kissed your head once more.

The front door opened and Daisy ran out with her arms wide open.

“Daddy!”

“Sweetpea!” He caught her, pulling her around into his lap.

“You were gone! Why were you gone for so long?” She frowned up at him.

“Oh, cause I was hidin’ from ya.”

“Daddy!” She crinkled her nose. Daisy looked over at you, taking note of your teary eyes. “Why are you crying?”

She reached out to wipe your cheek off.

“Cause I’m really happy daddy is back. I missed him.” You smiled.

“I missed him too.” Daisy tucked her head into his neck. Arthur kissed her hair and squeezed her a little.

“Don’t you worry, girls. I’m not goin’ anywhere.” He assured you both. “Sweetpea, I got a little present for you.”

“A present?” She pulled away from him, looking around to see where her present could be.

“I know momma and I told you that you could pick out your own dress, but- Well, things happened and that didn’t happen.” He picked up the bag and handed it to her. “Take a look inside and let me know if you like it.”

Daisy excitedly dug her hand into the bag and pulled out the pink and white dress she had been looking at. She squealed in delight and threw her arm around Arthur.

“Thank you, daddy! Thank you!”

“Aw, you’re welcome, sweetpea.” He kissed the side of her head.

“I wanna try it on!”

“I’ll be in in just a moment to help you put it on, Daisy.” You told her.

She scrambled to get off of Arthur’s lap and then ran into the house.

Arthur watched her disappear through the door.

“You think she’s upset about not being able to pick out her own dress?” He asked quietly. “I mean, I did tell her she’d be able to pick her own out.”

“Does she look upset, Arthur?” You reached out to cup his cheek. “She’s too young to understand why we had to leave the shop so soon. She wouldn’t understand even if we tried to explain it to her. All she knows is daddy brought her home a new dress and from the looks of it, Arthur, she really likes it.”

“Yeah, I reckon.” He ran a hand over his hair.

You leaned over to kiss his cheek before standing up.

“I promise you she’s perfectly happy.”

Arthur watched you walk through the front door of the house, leaving him on the porch.

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billysgirllol · 4 months ago

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ding. ding. and ding. the messages going off, making her believe she’s hearing things and wanting to strangle him at the same time. he never replies, then the time he does it’s at three in the morning when she has to be awake early. it doesn’t stop her from rolling back over in a haste, grabbing her phone and daring to make herself more upset with whatever bullshit he’s responded back with. features contorted predictably in disgust, it was once again like she wasn’t talking to the same person she had once known. “well, honey. and buttercup. your ex father has officially went off the rails.” she had to joke to her bears to keep herself from punching a hole in something. ANYTHING.

lucy gray: you are the only one on drugs 😂😂 ONE TO TALK ABOUT DOING DRUGS and sounding OUT of it

lucy gray: i ain’t the sick one. you are the sick one trying to be so cool like your jesse clique and use me like a game. you’re just pissed off cause i didn’t let you get in my panties.

lucy gray: cause you’re a virgin and they ain’t. so i bet you were feelin like you needed to PROVE something by trying to lose your virginity

lucy gray: you of all people know my mama IS insane 🙄 so ooo it ain’t news her daughter would be that way. but one things for sure, im just correct about this and you’re denying it just to make me look that way. congrats billy you have finally made it to bein a toxic male like you all are. kiss my ass

an entire evening had pass and of course he chose to wake her up in the middle of the night after her mind had just settle into sleep and off of thinking about him after she’d spent the entire evening going insane dying slowly in the silence. just to reply bullshit. bullshit, disturbed out of her sleep, the only place she can get away from him and be numb from him and there he was pissing her off even more so of course she didn’t hold back this time.

lucy gray: my problem is you thinking you can get free vagina off me just because i’ve been the closest girl you been to so you can go back and tell JESSE you failed at it since thats what youre so pissed off about motherfucker

lucy gray: no she wouldnt be proud of you at all acting like slime, she didnt raise you like that and you know it

lucy gray: to think i had something else to say so thanks for tellin me you have no interest in what i have to say. gn

sending the last message to contact ‘mf 👹’ before slamming the phone down and rolling back onto her side, hugging honey the bear and trying to coax herself to stop wasting tears on him. trying to erase him out of her mind, because if she had never wandered out to the neighbors being curious, she would’ve never met him anyway. she should start treating it as such, her life would be normal and not in shambles, so she has to learn to move on like he never was the entire part of her life. it’s just how abrupt and confusing it happened that makes it so difficult to do.

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tojixzenins · 3 years ago

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Unbelievable

Paring: Lucie × frat! Jesse. (College au)

Trope: friends to lovers.

Summary: what Happens when a friend doesn't feel like a friend but maybe something more?

Words: 2.0k

Warnings: fluff, language, making out.

A/n: some of you may have read this fic but this is the edited version and revised version.

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Lucie was dead tired, her eyes were drooping, she was on the verge of falling into deep slumber when the bell rang, indicating that the day was finally over and now she could go back to her dome and enjoy some Netflix and ramen noodles.

Her classes have been stressing her out for a couple of weeks now but tomorrow was Saturday which means no lectures and plenty of time to catch up on her college work.

Lucie grabbed her bag, hurriedly shoved her laptop and notes in her bag and made her way out of the class, Just when she was about to leave a familiar voice called her "Lucie!" She turned to see it was Jesse Blackthorn. He was also a student with her and somewhat her only close friend in the whole campus, his long, messy dark hair were falling all over his face, in his eyes and she wanted nothing more than to run her hands through it, maybe even kiss those full lips while she was at it. Whoa whoa, woman calm down. He mentally scolded herself for letting her hormone L's run wild. He was a friend for crying out loud.

"Hey, Jesse what's up?" She pulled the strap of her bag above her shoulder, and giving him a bright smile. As she started to walk out of the classroom, Jesse was hot on her tail. "Nothing much. I was just wondering maybe do you wanna hang out at my place? Its like I don't see you anymore." He rubbed his neck, and Lucie has to calm her wild heart going off the rails from his words.

As much as Lucie wanted nothing more than to lie down with Jesse, relaxing after a tough week there was a reason why she wasn't actively seeing him. Her damn feelings. They've known each other for a while now, running in same groups and all but her recent discovery of her mind, body and heart reacting towards this man made her want to run for the hills. Jesse was a great friend, but that was all it was, a friend, he'd never shown any more interest in her, but then again she had never said any thing about her feelings for him either. But she was not going to risk it, playing it safe was helpful, most of the times.

"Well? Should i take that as a 'yes'?" Jesse asked once again raising his eyebrow, taking her silence as an answer. "I- uh-" She stuttered and he rose his hands to silence whatever she was going to say. "No I'm taking another excuse why you can't. Its been to long, its a weekend and since I know all you friends I know you don't have any plans so the answer you were going to say was "yes, Jesse, you are amazing and really hot and I'd love to spent my whole weekend with you, o' great one"" he said the last part in a shrill voice mimicking her, it made her go in full out laughter and she was also aware about the slight blush creeping up her face at his words but decided to ignore it.

"You know what, I will hang out with you o' great one but we're ordering pizza."

"Your wish is my command m'lady." He mockingly bowed trearing another chuck from her.

"See you later dork."

"See ya."

Jesse was whipped and he was told that by all he frat mates but that didn't do any good considering he never told Lucie how he felt. And now he had invited her to hang out in his frat, "this is not gonna end well" he said under his breath as he entered his frat house. His fellow mates were all sitting in front of the telly watching some football game. "Where have you been Jesse?" Thomas asked when he saw Jesse enter.

"Probably snogging Lucie." Matthew chuckled, James gave Matthew a slight shove "its my sister you are talking about." He growled. "Yeah, yeah and when are you going to ask Cordelia out huh?" Matthew smirked as James cheeks turned red. "Okay stop fighting, boys that's it." Even though Jesse was the oldest, Thomas was always the mother of their group and well Christopher was immersed in his books and experiments so much he didn't care about all the ruckus happening around him. Jesse sight at the group in front to him "guys she's coming over tonight, and no James I'm not gonna make a move" he added when he saw the golden eyed boy giving him murderous looks. "I don't even know if she likes me, she just probably sees me as a friend." It was true Jesse didn't know that but James did, his little sister would always ask for the green eyes boy, he just never realized she had feeling for him until they all found about Jessie's crush, that's when all the pieces fell into place. James had no problem with Jesse he was an amazing person but still Lucie was he little sister and no matter what she'll always be that. "Oh trust me she doesn't sees you just as a friend." James whispered to no one in particular but everyone heard his, well everyone except Jesse.

Lucie was greeted by familiar faces when she entered Jessie's and her brother's frat. "Hello guys, where is Jesse?" She peered around to see the black haired boy around but he was no where in her sights. "Oh are we eager now?" Matthew smirked, of course he knew about Lucie's crush on Jesse it was too obvious. Lucie's face burned at the comment made by the blonde and before she could murder him as always Thomas came to rescue. "He's up in his room." He gave her a bright smile and started to walk up the stairs to the upper level where the boy's rooms were. "No funny business!" She heard her brother call after her, she flipped him off with her finger, smiling at her actions.

When she set foot in Jesse's room he was not there. She had been here a number of times and now was not any different but her discovery of her new motives with the boy, her mind was not in the right place seeing the bed where they both were going to sit or lie down, together. She dropped her bag on the side table with a sigh and took a seat on his bed.

The door opened to reveal a very not so dressed Jesse, Lucie had to physically prevent her jaw from falling. She had never seen him naked before, well just shirt less but holy shit the guy was built, the gym hours he did were looked worth it. His hair were wet and messy probably from the shower he came from, water was dripping down his chest, stomach, his biceps well defined, A towel hanging lowly on his hips. He looked like a model from a swim suit catalog. She could not help the blush creeping up her neck and cheeks. "I'm sorry Luce I wasn't expecting you for another fifteen minutes." He said, looking at his clothes on the bed she now saw. "no no its okay I'm early, I can leave so you can get dressed." She cleared her throat and stood up trying very hard not to look anywhere else other that his face. "No its okay I'll be back just give me two minutes." he said and reached for the clothes. "Its cool take your time." She gave him a warm smile which he reciprocated.

After five minutes Jesse returned wearing casual clothes but his hair still wet, "I'm sorry about earlier." His cheeks were red, he was clearly embarrassed but his shyness flew away when Lucie gave him a smile, she patted the place next to her on the bed and said "its alright love, let's just watch a movie." She scooted further on the bed making space for him and he gladly excepted the offer. They watched some chess romcom, but Jesse was not interested in that. The movie was playing on the laptop in front of them, Lucie was beside him leaning closer and resting her head on his shoulder, Jesse moved closer almost unconsciously but he didn't mind at all.

After about half way through the movie they were in a cosy position Lucie's head on his chest, her arms around his neck, their legs tangles together, his arms around her waist, to be honest its was a very intimate position usually not something friends do. "You know Jesse, you are officially my new pillow now." She said and buried her face further into his chest as a reflex Jesse pulled her closer.

"Lucie I've been meaning to tell you something for a while now." He said and cleared his throat, it was unbelievable that he was going to say his feeling out loud. He sat up and pulled her to sit face to face with him "what's it Jess?" She asked her bright blue eyes sparking, he light brown hair were putting all the other aesthetical artefacts to shame and that's when he knew he couldn't to bear it any longer. "Lucie I think I'm in love with you."

Lucie couldn't believe her ears, or what he was hearing "what?" Was all she could muster up to say.

"I know you see me as a friend, and I know you are one of my friend's sister but I know I can not bear it without telling you this, you don't have to say you love me back or anything at all, you know you can just leave too if you want-" Lucie cut off his rambling by smashing her lips to his. Both of their lips fit perfectly like puzzle pieces, the kiss was soft, passionate, it was like a perfect first kiss, the one with fireworks in the background. Jesse pulled Lucie closer but her waist and her hands tangled in his messy hair. After a few minutes of making out Jesse was the first one to pull away "does this mean you like me too?" He looked so adorable, his green eyes glossy, lips puffy from kissing and his expression scared from the fact that she will push him way.

"No you idiot I just kiss anyone who confess their undying love for me."

"Of course I love you back you idiot." She laughed and pulled him towards her by T-shirt "I can't believe you never saw that." She said and Jesse furrowed his eyebrows "what do you mean?"

"I mean you have read my scrips and novels, yeah?" He nodded his head 'yes' "then you should've guessed all the love stories are about you." She giggled and he looked shocked "wait you mean I'm Robert in the beautiful Cordelia?" Her laugh answered his question.

"You are my muse, Jesse Blackthorn." She declared and pulled him into another kiss.

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sirenascales · 4 years ago

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-> double black [part two] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

A failed friend date turns into a day of fun and laughs with a rather odd coworker. [Dazai x 1stPOV!F!Reader]

3,274 words

Warning: suicide ideation (like, it's Dazai, c'mon now.)

note: I'm glad some of ya'll seemed to enjoy chuuya's chapter! I decided to just upload Dazai's and then we can move on to the story. Please enjoy! Tags in the replies.

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"Keiko-- Keiko, it's two PM!" I said into the phone, sending an apologetic look to my coworkers. "And I'm at work. You can't be calling me, especially when you're drunk so early in the day."

"Uggghhhh, you're so mean!" I sighed softly at Keiko's response, the office phone on my desk beginning to ring.

"Keiko, I have to go now, I'm sorry! Call Taichi and tell him to bring you home."

"Wait-"

I ended the call, rubbing my eyebrows as I picked up the other phone. "Armed Detective Agency, how may I help you?"

It's been around three months since I've started working at the Agency, and I have to say, it was a pretty great job. It paid well, kept me on my toes with the many different cases we took on, and my coworkers were great... despite how weird they were.

"That's like the seventh time your friend called you this week," Ranpo spoke up from his desk, the man literally surrounded by snack wrappers.

I sighed deeply, rubbing my eyebrows. "I know, I'm sorry everyone. She's not usually like this... I know she likes to drink, but... never to this extent."

"Maybe there is something going on?" the cute Atsushi suggested and I frowned. "Maybe you can try to find out?"

"It wouldn’t be wise to just push yourself into someone's private life like that," Kunikida added and I nodded in agreement.

Of course I couldn't. Not with who her boyfriend was. I was her best friend, but even I knew not to step in. "Besides, she always says she's okay when I ask..." I said thoughtfully, too distracted to continue my work. I could believe her, right? Besides, she had Taichi. He loved her, and always made sure that she was protected and taken care of. He always made sure to be around her when he wasn't away, keeping her to his side at all times. I thought maybe he was being a bit too protective, but I also understood because of his... profession.

"Alright, alright, we have a schedule, people. Let's not get too distracted here," Kunikida exclaimed and I laughed softly. The only one with a schedule was the super punctual man himself, but I still went on to do my work.

"Speaking of work..." I started, unimpressed as I Iooked to the empty desk across the office. "Where the hell is Dazai?"

Atsushi just hung his head and sighed, Kunikida gritting his teeth at his desk. "I tried calling him but he wouldn't pick up," Atsushi sighed again and I huffed, standing up from my desk. "I'll take my 30 now. I'll be in the cafe and I'll try to get Dazai to bring his scrawny ass to work."

The Agency was on the fourth floor of the building while the cafe was down on the first, very convenient for me. I was lazy and the coffee and food was good. I dialed up Dazai's number as I descended the four flights of stairs, pressing my phone to my ear.

At the top of one flight, I stopped when I heard a familiar ring tone blare out, and when I looked down to the bottom of the stairs, I saw the man of the hour. His brown hair was wavy as ever, his signature tanned jacket looking immaculate. I watched as he just looked at his phone, watching it ring before he put his phone in his pocket.

I hated him. "So you were just gonna ignore me?!" I shouted down the stairs. Dazai whipped his head up, eyes going comically wide.

"Bella!" he exclaimed, practically running up the stairs right towards me. I gasped and back away quickly, back hitting the wall as Dazai caged me between his bandaged arms. His forehead pressed against mine and I will my face not to burn as he looked at me with those pretty brown eyes of his. "I missed you."

My heart skipped a beat, my mouth going dry. Still, I glared up at the man. "We just saw each other yesterday," I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the feeling of his soft breath against my face. I was thankful my voice didn't crack. "And you have plenty of paperwork to do still on your desk."

"Ehhh, I'm tired and I'm busy," Dazai nonchalantly waved that off, now standing away from me and waving his hand dismissively. "Got better things to do."

I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "Yeah? Like what?"

With that, Dazai took my hands in his, a hopeful look on his face. Here we go again. "Double suicide."

"No." I immediately declined him. "My answer is still the same as it was last week."

Dazai visibly deflated, covering his eyes dramatically. "Sweet death... she evades me yet again..."

"Yeah," I deadpanned, brushing past Dazai and heading down the stairs. "Anyway. I'm heading to the cafe to get something to eat."

"Oh!" Dazai exclaimed, hooking my arm with his as he quickly came up to my side. "I'll go with you!"

"You have work to do!" I yelled at him, trying to push him back up the stairs. "Go before Kunikida has an aneurysm."

"But I don't wanna!" Dazai whined, quickly turning the tables on me. Now he was behind me, his arms wrapped around me and pinning my arms to my chest. I felt his breath against my left ear and I shivered deeply. "I wanna spend time with you..." he whispered softly, his voice dropping. I bit my bottom lip, looking over at him over my shoulder. I shivered again, the usual brightness in his eyes gone. I've only seen that look on his face a handful of times, and it never failed to make me feel completely on edge. Like I was in danger.

I liked it.

"Ugh," I sneered, rolling my eyes and shaking myself out of his arms. "Fine, fine. I'll treat today, okay?"

"Yay!" Dazai's jovial nature returned as he followed me to the cafe. I shake my head at the strange duality of the man. We sat across from each other, the redheaded waitress named Lucy that obviously had a crush on Atsushi giving us some menus.

As I looked over the menu, I looked over at Dazai, the man humming as he mulled over his choices. I bit the inside of my cheek, just feeling that maybe there was more to Dazai than he let on.

The weekend soon arrived and I was in a bit of a sour mood. I was at the boardwalk, sitting on an empty bench after getting off the phone with Keiko. We were supposed to spend the day together, but she had called me thirty-minutes late, all of a sudden saying that she couldn't make it.

Her tone of voice worried me, she sounded rushed and breathless, totally unlike her. "I'm okay. I'm sorry for flaking out so suddenly," she said before she ended the call. I blinked at the screen, a bit put off by the entire thing. Just what was up with her?

Though I couldn't dwell on it, for there was a presence behind me. "Well, well, look what we have here," a teasing voice whispered into my ear before blowing into it. I shrieked, jumping off the bench before spinning around.

"Dazai!" I hissed at the laughing man standing on the other side of the bench. "You scared the crap out of me!"

"Bet it got your heart pumping, huh," Dazai hummed happily, skipping around the bench and right over to me. "Bella, I missed you~" he hugged me tightly in his arms. I sighed deeply, half-heartedly wrapping my arms around him in return and giving him a pat on the back.

"We saw each other yesterday."

"Eighteen hours is too long, bella."

I rolled my eyes, pulling away from the huge and giving Dazai a look. "You're so dramatic, dude," I say with a laugh, shaking my head. "What are you doing here?"

"Hmm, well I thought this would be a great place to think about how to commit suicide," Dazai began and I gave him another look. "But, I saw my bella looking so sad and lonely! I just had to rush to comfort her!"

Dazai hugged me again, squeezing me tight. I let out a struggling breath, writhing a bit in his hold. "You're killing me!"

"Oh! Let's commit do-"

"No, oh my God!"

I turned and stormed away from the suicidal man, shaking my head when I heard him call out for me. "Bella, wait!" He latched onto my arm, pressing his cheek against mine. "Tell me what's wrong. I am your trusted friend and coworker~"

"More like trusted pain in my ass," I mumbled before sighing, walking over to the boardwalk railing and staring out into the ocean. "It's Keiko. She was supposed to be with me today, but she just called and canceled..." I frowned deeply, eyebrows pinched in worry.

"What else did she say?" Dazai asked quietly, having gone serious once he saw the look in my face. "How did she seem?"

"Off..." I answered immediately before I looked over at my companion. "Or am I just imagining things? Yeah, I'm disappointed she flaked out but...." I hung my head. "I don't know..."

"Well, it could be nothing," Dazai suggested. "Or it could be something. There's no way for you to know."

I made a face at his vague ass answer before sighing again. "I can only trust her. She was the first friend I made when I moved to Japan, and I was excited to see her today. I've been having a rough time lately."

"Is something bothering you?" Dazai asked, and I shivered feeling his gaze on me.

"Eh... just depressed," I answered offhandedly. "Lonely. Normal sad girl shit, ya know."

That made Dazai snicker under his breath. "Yeah, I know. But luckily for you," Dazai started, arm draping around my shoulders and pulling me to him. "I'm here to save the day!"

I couldn't help it, I laughed before I wrapped my arm around his middle, letting him hold me against him. "You'll hang out with me today?"

Dazai grinned. "It would be my pleasure."

Time flew by so quickly, that I was surprised to look at my phone and see that it was damn near seven in the evening. Gaping, I looked up, seeing that the sky was slowly turning dark. "Holy crap, Dazai. Did we really spend the whole day out here?" I asked in shock, looking over at him. "What the hell did we do?!"

"What didn't we do," Dazai whined, slumping against me. "I'm tired... and you still wanna ride the stupid ferris wheel!"

"It's not stupid," I said with a pout. "Besides... we're already in line."

"Meh," Dazai grumbled, still keeping his body pressed against me as we waited in line. He was behind me, his chin pressed on my shoulder. I tried not to shiver as I felt his breath along my neck.

Soon enough, we were in our carriage and slowly riding up to the top. I took a few pictures as we did so, Dazai looking over in amazement.

"You think the drop from up here would kill me?"

"Yeah, and would scar everyone here."

"Oh yeah... can't have that."

I rolled my eyes, glancing over at him and pausing for a bit. Dazai was still looking out over Yokohama, an expression I've never seen before on his face. He almost looked... sad. Very handsome, his side profile absolutely perfect. But he still looked sad. I took a quick picture, smiling as I looked over it on my phone.

The carriage stopped and I couldn't help but grin as we just swayed softly up in the air. "Thanks for spending the day with me, Dazai. It would have sucked if I had spent it alone."

"Ahh, don't sweat it, bella. I couldn't possibly leave you out here alone," Dazai answered dramatically and I laughed and rolled my eyes.

I felt a vibration in my pocket and I grabbed my phone, smiling at the cute selfie that Keiko sent to me.

'I'm so sorry for bailing! I'll make it up to you, I promise! ❤ mwuah'

"Is that Keiko?" Dazai asked and I nodded, sending her a quick reply.

"Yeah. She seems to be doing okay," I said, feeling a bit relieved.

"That's great!" Dazai exclaimed, getting up from his spot and carefully making his way to sit beside me, much to my horror.

"Dazai! We're not supposed to move around!"

"We're fine!" he waved me off dismissively. "Now you can stop worrying about Keiko and focus on what's important. Me."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "You?"

Dazai hummed. "Yes, me. And how I'm taking you home tonight."

My jaw drops, face heating up at his words. "Wh-what are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Dazai answered, his voice dropping a bit as his gaze and entire mood changed. His gaze was darker now, his lips curled up in an almost dangerous smirk. "I think it's time we stop tiptoeing around each other and just take what we really want."

My mouth went dry and I quickly became flustered, turning my head away. Immediately, a hand is grabbing my face, Dazai digging his fingers into my cheeks as he forces me to look back at him.

"Nuh uh, you look at me when I'm speaking."

His authoritative tone makes me freeze, heart pounding in my chest as I stared at Dazai, completely bewildered. I knew there was something more about him than he had let on, and whatever it was, had me in fight or flight mode.

"Now, when we're done here, we're gonna leave and head back to my place, okay?" he asked me, but his tone made it seem like it wasn't a request, and it sure as hell didn't match the seemingly innocent smile on his face; not when it didn't reach his eyes.

I nodded, Dazai removing his hand from my face. His smile sent shivers down my spine.

"Good."

"Mmn... fuck, Dazai..." I moaned and gasped softly, the man on top of me littering my neck with angry red and purple marks, two of his fingers working inside my pussy. I was completely naked on his bed, Dazai only in his underwear-- and his bandages still wrapped around his arms and chest.

"Hey, what did I tell you?" Dazai whispered against my neck, curling his fingers and smirking when I cried out. "Call me Osamu. Don't make me tell you again."

I frantically nodded my head, crying out again as he sped up the pace of his fingers, his mouth moving down to my chest. "F-fuck, Osamu!"

"That's it," he whispered, taking one of my hardened nipples into his mouth. My fingers curled into his soft brown hair, head tilting back and eyes screwing shut as Dazai continued to pleasure my body.

It wasn't long until he pushed his hard cock into my wet pussy, the both of us groaning at the feeling of us finally connecting. I was on my knees and elbows, pillow placed under my hips. Dazai started out slowly, biting his lip as he watched his dick disappear inside of me.

"Fuck... I'm gonna burn this sight into my memory," Dazai groaned, making me whine as I shook my head.

"D-don't stare like that..."

Dazai chuckled softly, his hands grabbing my hips as he started to move faster, thrusting harder. I moaned and whined, it seemed to be the only thing I could do while Dazai fucked the shit outta me. "Osamu... please..."

My whining made the man above me grin widely, his thrusts becoming rougher, almost wild as he suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful off my hair. I yelped when he yanked me up, my back now pressed against his chest and his other hand wrapped around my throat.

"What is it, bella?" he hissed into my ear, pounding away at my pussy and making me cry out again. God, it was too much all at once. "What does my pretty little subordinate want?"

I whined. "I want to cum... please Osamu..."

He cackled, pushing me back on the bed, grabbing my hips so hard, I knew I was gonna bruise. "Cum then," he hissed down at me, pushing my face into the mattress. He fucked me relentlessly, fingers finding my clit and rubbing harsh circles. That made my vision go white, my scream muffled as I came hard, body going rigid as pleasure overtook my body.

"Shit, you're squeezing me so tight," Dazai grunted. He pulled out, ignoring my whines as he stepped off the bed. "Get on your back."

I barely rolled over halfway until there was a strong grip on my ankle, my body being pulled down the length of the bed. Dazai stood at the end, wasting no time in pushing my legs back by the back of my knees, and plunging his cock back into me.

I looked up at him through teary eyes, and I knew I should have been afraid of the mad look that was in his eyes, the way his lips were curled up in a snarl. But it just made my pussy clench around him in arousal, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

I came a second time as he did his first, and much to my ultimate pleasure, we weren't finished there. We pleasured each other through the night, until we wore each other out and fell asleep entangled in the sheets.

I woke up the next morning, groaning in pain as I felt my body ache. I forced myself to sit up, looking around blearily and humming softly when I found Dazai sitting on the edge of the bed, his bare back to me.

"Good morning," he sang to me and I giggled softly, carefully moving to kneel behind him. The blankets fell from around me and I pressed my bare chest against his back. "Hm, that's nice."

"Morning," I said softly, peeking over his shoulder. "What are you do-"

I stop, staring as Dazai wrapped seemingly clean bandages on his heavily scarred left arm. I swallowed thickly, my mind running at what could have possibly been the cause of those scars.

But deep down, I knew that the cause was Dazai himself.

"Do... Do you have enough?" I asked softly, not knowing what else to even say. I didn't want to pry or seem insensitive, just having to get over this metaphorical punch in the gut myself.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" Dazai answered, turning to face me with a cheery smile on his face. In a matter of seconds, I was flat on my back, Dazai on top of me with his lips pressed against mine. It was easy for him to make me forget about what I saw, his kisses stealing my breath away.

"I have to go," he said softly, pushing himself off me after a moment.

I nodded solemnly, watching him continue to get dressed. "Alright. See you at work tomorrow?"

He smirked at me. "You know the answer to that."

I rolled my eyes again, just as my phone started to ring. I grabbed it, sending Dazai a quick smile before answering the call.

"Hey Keiko, guess who got fucking laid." That made Dazai snort while I grinned, though my grin fell as I didn't hear Keiko go off like I thought she would. "Keiko?" I shared a look with Dazai.

"Hey... I need you. Can I come over?"

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