#mod note: woah i love her

[catfindr]

[ask-the-jellijaws]

Introduction to the Jellijaws/Chad Ask Blog!

Woah! This is new! I'm glad boss smuggled me and Max in here. I can't wait to meet everyone!

Welcome to my Chad/Jellijaws ask blog! I will be roleplaying and answering questions as Chad from The Amazing Digital Circus, who I like to call Jellijaws since it works with Gummigoo's name, and I thought Chad deserved an iconic name as well. (I will probably be using both names interchangeably though, since I do like both)

This is part of an AU I have with my friends where Gummigoo successfully integrated himself into the circus, only returning to the Candy Kingdom to retrieve his two lads Jellijaws (Chad), and CandiCroc (Max) to smuggle into the circus with him.

*Note: Since we don't get a lot of deeper character development from Chad in the show, I will mostly be running off what I have interpreted from his character as well as adding on to it with head cannons and such.

I am Mod Murderboy/Jelli, and I go by She/her as well as any other pronouns (my gender is fluid)

*Actions will be described like this*

And Jellijaws/Chad talks like this! Howdy!

(By the way this is my first roleplay/ask blog, and it is about a pretty obscure character, but hopefully someone stumbles upon this blog who loves Chad just as much I do! I'm just doing this for fun and for my undying love and devotion for Chad <33)

((Also also my main blog is @mvrd3rb0y if you wanted to give it a follow :P @ask-the-gummigoo and @ask-the-candicroc are my partner blogs with my friends, go give them a follow!))

[kopi-taocc]

”woah”

*loving how they’re just staring at eachothers mouths. Very Normal People Things™️ /aff*

— @the-liminal-alien

(STOP SAYING IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW I DONT KNOW!!!)

yep!

*kopi smiles, still showing off her teeth*

(Mod note: I hinted at it earlier on nebs blog I thought you knew-)

[sumeru-academy]

Puppy love.

synopsis: they get jealous over a kid that has a crush on you.

character(s): ganyu, shenhe, eula. (separate)

warning(s): mild jealousy, cuteness, fluffiness, they love you so much <3

note(s): female reader (salmon are such respectable animals. they swim about 900 miles and climb nearly 7,000 feet upstream just so they could lay their eggs! isn’t that amazing?? i sure think so).

⎯⎯mod angel 🎐

GANYU

“Ganyu! My wife! My beautiful wife! I missed you!”

You grinned up at the building that your beloved Ganyu worked at for most of her days, and watched as her face exploded into a fiery crimson that rivaled even the strongest of pyro users. She smiled bashfully and timidly made her way down the stairs whilst covering her face in embarrassment. Taking slow, leisurely steps before inevitably failing to conceal her excitement and rushing down the last few in order to fly into your arms. 

“Y/N!”

Although not one for PDA, Ganyu was more than happy to indulge in your touch after a long day from work. Smothering her face into the crook of your neck while sighing, “I missed you too...” in a whisper that was quieter than a summer breeze itself.

“Let’s go home now, hm? It’s getting late and I don’t want you falling asleep mid-walk again...like last time.” Teasing her lightly with the flick of a finger, you watched your wife’s face burn pyro again before fizzling out like a fire extinguisher. “I...I am still sorry about that.” Your wife mumbled before turning away in embarrassment. “I don’t know what came over me that night.”

Chuckling at how shy your wife had gotten even after all these years of being together, you held onto her arm and nudged her shoulder. “Don’t be. I still love you no matter what. Even if I have to carry you on my back all the way home.”

She went quiet after this and the two of you enjoyed a comfortable walk home together in the atmosphere of chirping crickets and dimly lit lanterns. The night being a peaceful way to spend time with your beloved, only for something --or rather, someone-- to collide into your stomach with a force compared to that of a tiny child. 

Maybe...because it was a tiny child. 

“Ah!”

“Woah--” the little girl before you nearly stumbled back in surprise if you hadn’t caught her in time. The two of you now kneeling on the floor as your wife gasped in surprise at the sudden situation. “Are you two alright?” she asked, kneeling down with the two of you and watching as you gently checked the girl for injuries. Her eyes slowly blinking open and adjusting to her surroundings. 

“Uh...yeah...I think I’m alri...” when she finally opened her eyes fully and caught glimpse of you worriedly staring back at her, she paused and sat there with wide, unblinking eyes in a mixture of awe and amazement. “I...wow. You’re pretty ma’am!”

She suddenly grinned whilst the two of you were caught off guard. 

“Oh, why thank you! I moisturize daily,” you smiled, helping the little girl to her feet and dusting off any dirt on her dress. “Where are your parents little one?”

“At home. Can I take you with me?”

“Uh--”

Both you and Ganyu were both confused as to what this little girl was talking about. Take you home? Like a pet?

“Ah...I’m afraid she can’t do that--” your wife was interrupted when the girl suddenly grabbed your hand, her face showing that she definitely did not anticipate that. “I...what’re you--!”

“Please come home with me misses! You’re really pretty and I’d really like to keep you!” the girl started tugging you away by the sleeve towards what you assumed was the direction of her house, but wasn’t really doing anything considering that well, you were an adult and she was just a child. “We can have tea parties, play with my dolls, and we can even get married in my princess castle!”

“M-Married?!”

You suddenly felt another tug on your other arm. Ganyu now pulling on you too and basically making you into a human tug-of-war rope. 

“G-Ganyu?!”

“You can’t take her!”

Her cheeks puffed up in frustration as if she were a toddler refusing to share a toy. You had never seen such childish jealousy coming from your wife before, and it was cute, but you could see that it was taking a toll on her energy as she was starting to get tired just from getting so worked up. 

“Ah, Ganyu, let me handle this, okay? I promise she won’t take me away. I promise.”

“...Alright.”

Reluctantly letting you go, you were pulled to the side of the little girl’s, and kneeled down in front of her calmly. “Hey, little one...I’m afraid I can’t go home with you right now. You see, I belong with someone else.”

“Huh?”

You smiled and gestured to your wife behind you, who was still puffing red and fizzling with jealousy. “That’s the person I belong to. She’s already taken me a while ago, so I belong to her and will go home to her. You are a very beautiful young girl however, and I’m sure you will be able to find someone when you’re older.”

Patting the top of her head, the girl huffed and nodded reluctantly. “Okay...” she mumbled, backing up before bowing in apologies. “I’m sorry miss, and I’m sorry miss’s taker. I...I hope you have a nice night.”

Bowing once more, the child scurried off and after a few more seconds, didn’t seem too bothered by the rejection. Relieving both you and Ganyu as you didn’t want to deal with a crying child this late into the hour. 

“Ah, phew, are you alright now Gany--” you stumbled to catch your wife as she fell over onto you in drowsiness. The woman murmuring with sleep-deprived eyes while trying to keep her wobbling legs upright. 

“Yes...I am alright now, but...” she huffed shyly and struggled to stand up, “It seems that I have exhausted all of my energy into anger. I am sorry, my love...”

You only giggled into her hair and pressed a soft kiss to her temple, turning over so that she could effectively slouch herself onto your back. “That’s okay, because like I said before,”

Ganyu sighed and murmured the rest of the sentence against the skin of your neck. A smile planted on her sleepy lips. 

“You love me no matter what.”

SHENHE

“Y/N. It appears that someone is at the door.”

“Oh I’ll go get it. That must be Qianfan!”

“Qianfan? The guest?”

You suddenly opened the door to you and Shenhe’s shared residential space to reveal a young boy that appeared to be around 6-7 years old. His --what Shenhe assumed to be-- mother standing right beside him with her hands squared upon his shoulders. “Thank you for agreeing to take care of him, Miss Y/N, I’ll be back in the afternoon.”

“No problem! Your son is in great hands, ma’am!”

With the two women shaking their hands at the door and discussing all the proper essentials to taking care of the young boy, Qianfan wandered about inside the house. Looking at all the various weapons and knick knacks the couple had scattered about their home, before eventually locking eyes with the adepti student herself. 

“Who are you?”

The question cut through Shenhe like a knife through butter. Caught off guard by the sudden questioning of this young child, and having no experience in dealing with such fragile and innocent youth. 

“I...I am--”

“Shenhe!” her head snapped towards the voice of her beautiful partner, “I’ve already told you about this yesterday, but this is Qianfan! He is the son of a family friend and I agreed to babysit him for the morning while his mother went out for work.”

“Babysit? I’m not a baby!” Qianfan frowned, crossing his arms as if that’d help his case. 

“Oh but Qianfan you’d always be a baby in my eyes,” you teasingly pinched both his cheeks and laughed when he started fussing over how embarrassing it was. “Miss Y/N! I’m a man now! A whole six and a half year old man!”

Shenhe tilted her head at this statement as she did not think a six and a half year old boy would classify as a man. 

“Ah alright, then you’re a little man Qianfan,” you teased, ruffling his hair. “Shenhe, I’m going to go start preparing breakfast now. Why don’t you and Qianfan get to know one another while you wait.”

You blew her a kiss causing the adepti prodigy to smile, only to stop once she felt Qianfan start to play with her weapon from behind. “Is this a sword?” he asked curiously, poking at the handle like it were some kind of bug. “Polearm.” She responded, casually shifting the dangerous weapon away for fear that the child might injure himself. 

“Polearm? Your arm isn’t a pole!” Qianfan then prodded at your girlfriend’s arm as she looked somewhat confused as to what this young child was doing. 

“That is not what I mean--”

“Oh!” 

Suddenly distracted by something else, Qianfan rushed over to a little jewelry box you had in the corner of the living room and popped it open to see all the pretty jewels inside. 

“I don’t think Y/N would like you touching--”

“Ooh a ring! Hey, do you know if Miss Y/N is married yet?”

The abrupt question caused Shenhe to freeze in place. The young boy suddenly pulling out a Ring Pop from his sweater pocket and raising it in the air as if it were some sort of blessed object. “Because I plan to ask for Miss Y/N’s hand today! She’s so pretty and kind and and--”

The rest of his words blurred out as all Shenhe could think was...

Someone else wanted to marry you.

‘No, I will not lose Y/N to a mere child.’ she rushed over to Qianfan and stood tall over him. Bitter jealousy overcoming her and showing in her glossed over eyes. ‘I will gladly fight to the death for Y/N’s hand. You will not stand in my way.’

“I want to marry Y/N too!” she suddenly blurted out, now blushing since she was overcome with emotion. “If you want her hand in marriage, you’d have to fight me to the death!”

“The death?!” Qianfan gasped. 

“What’s going on in here? I heard shouting...” you suddenly hurried into the room and saw Shenhe standing over Qianfan like an aggressive giraffe. “Shenhe?”

“Qianfan has revealed that he intends to marry you but I refuse. I want to marry you as well.” Shenhe rushed over and grasped your hands. “Please marry me.”

“Right now?!” this was not how you expected she’d propose. “Ah...he’s just a child, Shenhe. I would never accept a proposal from someone so young.”

“I’m a man!” Qianfan called from across the room. 

“Ignore him,” you spoke softly, intertwining your fingers with Shenhe’s. “If you are jealous, my love, then just say so. I will not be upset.”

“Jealous? Over a child?” Shenhe frowned. “I could never be.”

“Oh but you do sound like it,” you giggled, “But for clarification, there is no one I’d rather be with than you.”

“So...is that a yes then?” Shenhe’s eyes sparkled with hope, causing you to chuckle. 

“Despite catching me quite off guard, yes. I will always be with you, Shenhe.”

EULA LAWRENCE

Eula sneezed when the two of you passed by a particular pot of Mondstadt flowers being sold near a flower stall. The aristocratic woman looking bashful for a moment after doing something so “unladylike” in front of her prized lover. 

“Bless you, darling.” You smiled gently. 

“Thank you dearest,” Eula looked away for a moment in shame, “I apologize. It seems that there is some pollen in the air which triggered some springtime allergies.”

“Don’t worry too much about it Eula, your sneeze is cute.”

“Wh-What--”

“Excuse me!” you suddenly felt a small tug on your sleeve and looked down to see a young child. “I bought these for you, pretty lady!”

They shoved a small bouquet of flowers from that particular flower stall, and Eula started sneezing like no tomorrow. “P-Pardon me-- a-achoo!” she covered her mouth in embarrassment and turned away to try and keep the noise to a minimum. “Excus-- achoo!”

“Eula--!”

“Do you like them miss?” the child tugged on your sleeve again and you had no choice but to accept the flowers. “Ah, yes, they are very beautiful. Thank you.”

“Hehe, I’m glad! Our wedding will have these everywhere then!”

...whAt.

Eula’s eyes snapped open and she whirled her head towards the direction of the kid. “I beg your pardon?” She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “I said our wedding will have these everywhere then! But...you seem to be allergic to them miss...hm...” the child hummed in thought as Eula tried her very best to repress her sneezing, “Oh! I know! You can wear a mask to our wedding! I’ll allow it.”

“Your wedding?” Uh oh. Eula sounded annoyed. 

“Well...who else would this beautiful woman be wedded to? You?”

“You don’t even know her name!”

Eula’s voice was getting higher and higher, attracting the attention of ongoing bystanders. “E-Eula!” you gently wrapped your arms around hers and pulled her away from the child for a moment. Handing them the bouquet so that Eula could stop sneezing for a few precious moments. “It’s not worth getting riled up over. They’re just a child, they don’t know any better.”

“I...” Eula paused for a moment before realizing what she had just done. “Oh...oh dear. Please pardon my childishness Y/N, I was a fool to get so worked up.”

“It’s alright darling, as long as it doesn’t escalate--”

“Are you her wife?” the child pointed to Eula in a sudden yet blunt manner. The two of you caught off guard as you had assumed that they would’ve left by now. “Er...no. Not yet...” Eula blushed at the accusation and seemed to be regretting not putting a ring on you sooner.  

“Not yet? So Miss...Y/N was it?” Oh no. They’ve figured out your name. “Your hand is till open for marriage?”

“I--”

“Yes, and it is mine for the taking,” Eula interrupted, trying to keep her irritation under control. 

“Not for long!” The child suddenly whipped out a stick from nowhere! “I challenge you, Miss Eula! To a duel for Miss Y/N’s hand in marriage!”

WHAT.

“I accept.”

W H A T .

Suddenly, Eula produced her own stick from nowhere and brandished it as if it were a sword. “You stake your claim and I wish to defend my lady from it. A duel to the death for this maiden’s hand!”

“Eula this really isn’t necessary--”

And then the two rushed at each other with raised sticks. Batting at each other like untrained knights since the child was well, a child, and Eula was trying to hold back on accidentally stabbing the kid. 

“I shall protect my lady from any and all suitors who wish for her hand! Only I shall have that hand!”

Now having attracted a small crowd, everyone watched as one of the Knights of Favonius dueled with a young child with nothing more than pairs of sticks found on the ground. It was, so, so ridiculously cute, and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at how dorky Eula was being. 

“Haha! I’ve made the maiden laugh! She clearly favors me then!” Eula smirked confidently at your sound of laughter and put her hands on her hips. Leaving an open opportunity for the young child to run around Eula and strike her in the back with their stick. 

“Gotcha!”

“Gah! I’ve been hit!” Falling to her knees in front of you, she smiled and watched as the child whooped around in victory. “My lady...I am dying...please revive me with a kiss of true love!”

“Okayyy Eula, you’re overdoing it.” You giggled and kneeled down in front of your lover, kissing her temple for her brave efforts, “But, for my brave knight. I shall indulge in your victories as a reward.”

“I lost on purpose in case you couldn’t tell.”

“Yes darling, I could tell,” you chuckled and helped her up to her feet, “Even though you lost, my heart will still belong to you.”

“Good.” Eula turned around to catch a glimpse of the child still whooping and hollering, chuckling to herself before bringing you close to her chest. 

“Though, perhaps I should marry you soon before the others get to it.”

[forbidding-souda]

Hey, I saw one of your posts "Deaf S/O with characters knowing ASL" maybe could I get something similar but with teaching characters who you think might be willing or want to learn it for their S/O?

Deaf S/O teaching Gundham Tanaka and Kyoko Kirigiri ASL headcanons

I picked the top woman and the top man I think would kill to know ASl.

also I made them hcs bc I was stressing over the speech aspect of it so.

I want mcdonalds so bad rn - update I got mcdonald's let's fucking go.

currently listening: youtube subliminals

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-Mod Souda

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Gundham Tanaka

❤ He is interested, horribly interested. He already knows the basic command terms in JSL to communicate with his more intelligent animals, but ASL, and for a human, seems like almost a fun little project.

❤ He uses his mouth a lot when he signs and it's just something he picked up from JSL. You love it when he signs to you, his intense eyes sometimes wonder, as he is not used to looking at a person for so long, though he never looks at you like he's too concentrated (he raises his eyebrows when he needs, and he smiles when he needs too).

❤ He is a more teach-me-casually type of person.

❤ To you specifically, he is more calm and he uses his inside voice, so when he signs it portrays that. Sometimes he shows a devilish smile that perfectly portrays his sense of wicked-ness (the one that he tries to give off), and you think it's amusing how sometimes his evil aura can be genuine.

❤ He knows animal signs the best, and not because he picks up on them but because he studies them extra hard. He wants to be able to communicate his heavy appreciation of animals.

❤ He has a lot of his own versions of signing "come over here".

❤ There's something a bit flamboyant about the way he decides to sign his own name - it's as if he practices how to introduce himself.

❤ His radiant smile gives a glow to every word he decides to say, he is so handsome that sometimes it steals your breath away.

❤ He signs some things wrong and he doesn't even notice, he does it so often that sometimes you secondguess yourself - am I doing it wrong?

❤ He went from originally having nothing to say, but the more you sit down with him and teach him, he talks a lot.

❤ It's easy to teach him nouns but once it comes to verbs and especially adjectives he's like woah there.

❤ He doesn't pick up ASL fast, because who would, but he gets the sentence structure and the grammar perfectly, and you're very amazed by that.

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Kyoko Kirigiri

❤ She is the most interested as well as one of the most willing. She thinks knowing some sign languages might make her investigations a lot smoother, especially considering it gives her easy accessibility to talking to more hypothetical suspects. The SHSL Detective does a lot of planning for future situations.

❤ She likes it when you sit down in front of her like a teacher and teach her some words. She'd rather learn like that than you tell her random words throughout the day.

❤ She is a note-taker and a flashcard learner.

❤ Her biggest struggle is her straight face. She has to maneuver her eyebrows and lip shape now? MAn.

❤ Tries to figure out how to use big words but she quality realizes really one of the main differences between excellent and good is facial expressions.

❤ She still uses "interesting" a lot.

❤ ^ She even got the raising of eyebrows.

❤ Her levels of communication are a lot more advanced than other people, and even for her consistent solitude she still finds a way to be mildly appealing to talk to when it comes to conversations she wants to be in. And she wants to be in almost every conversation in ASL since it requires the commitment of actually recognizing she knows it.

❤ Plus, it's good practice. Day-to-day conversations slowly become sign-based.

❤ There is also the tinge of secrecy that she likes about ASL. Especially in Japan, not many people know sign language, nevertheless one from another country, so she finds a good sense of pride in knowing it and being able to communicate to you in public.

❤ Hey, if you're ever a part of an investigation (actively) she will have confidence in your presence.

[strawberrylemonz]

Innit an Adventure

An addition to the AU, lol. Instead of chat being in his head, like Techno’s, Tommy’s chat are ghosts that follow him around :)

This one is dedicated to @ivorylin for being very supportive of my first post regarding this au. This is also dedicated to @petrichormeraki for being poggers and enjoying the first part of this series, as well as inspiring it.

Part 1

Part 2 [CURRENT]

Part 3

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“Brother!!! Pog!!!”

“Big brother returns!”

“HE CALLED HIM STARCHILD, I’M GONNA SOB”

“I just woke up, what’s happening?”

“GOODBYE SBI, HELLO HERMIT GRIAN”

”HERMIT HOMIES HOURS”

“HOLY SHIT, HE’S OUR BROTHER”

“I was getting a snack, what’s up?”

“DJLFKNGON I’M GOANNA   CRYSLK”

“BEST BROTHER EVER”

“I’m on the toilet, pog”

“I have tacos :)”

“BRGB SOBBING”

“GRIAN POGGGG”

“This makes me happy you didn’t do a double flip”

“ADIOS TECHNOBRO AND WILBRO, I ONLY KNOW BIG BRO G!!!”

“Anyone else have dust in their eyes?”

“CHAOS DUO RELATED POG”

Tommy let out a shaky breath as he rubbed his eyes. Chat was going crazy at the new news and, to be honest, he couldn’t blame them. If he was in their position, he’d be freaking out alongside them. Wanting to end both the silence that filled the cavern and the nonsense Chat was saying, Tommy let out a hoarse laugh before speaking.

“Chat really likes you, G.”

A smile formed on the teen’s face as his head bounced with the hefty laugh that came from Grian, whose chest began to rumble alongside the laughter. Finally lifting his head off his brother’s chest, Tommy allowed the remaining tears in his eyes to fall as he looked to Grian’s face. Grian smiled fondly back at Tommy, wiping away the tears from his little brother’s eyes. 

“I suppose I should say hello to all of them. Is Chat similar to Techno’s voices?”

Concern flashed across Grian’s face as Tommy flinched at the mention of Technoblade. It was small, and could have been easily overlooked if Grian wasn’t watching his brother like a hawk. He made a mental note to ask about that later that night, when they were around the campfire.

“Nah, he’s just insane. Psychotic or some shit like that. I’m just really fucking cool and can see spirits and shit.”

Eyebrows from the crowd (shit, they were still there, weren’t they?) and Grian were raised as someone Stress half heartedly scolded Tommy for his language. Tommy just rolled his eyes, knowing that they only scolded him as a joke. They had all grown accustomed to his wording, and were worried when he didn’t slip in a few curses into his sentences.

“Spirits?”

“Yeah, spirits. I call em Chat most of the time, but they have different nicknames, and they all have individual names. Clara explained that it was one of the many side effects to her marking me as a ‘Starchild’ in her name. They are the spirits of the lands, from servers all around, or some shit like that. I can see them all, but they make the choice to stick with me or not.”

This was...news. Grian, who was still processing that he his baby brother was alive, sitting right in front of him, as well as the fact that Clara was real, could only stare. He wasn’t so sure how to feel about his brother being indifferent to all the spirits, but he suppose that it couldn’t be helped. Spending pretty much your entire life seeing spirits would make him indifferent to the spirits as well. 

“So, Chat is...everywhere?”

“Basically, yeah”

Grian hummed as he proceeded to greet Chat, being polite to the beings he couldn’t see. Much to the annoyance of Tommy, Chat seemed to be loving Grian even more. Maybe a bit too much.

“HE’S SO POLITE”

“How thoughtful of him”

“HELOO HI GRI A  N HWAHT’S UP BRO”

“Grian bro supremacy”

“GRIAN BRO SUPREMACY”

“HERMIT HOMIE WOOOOOO”

“BEST BRO POG”

“holY SHIT I’M IN LOV E ADKNVOD”

“THE RACCOON HAS A POG BROTHER WOOO”

“HI GRIAN HI”

“Rodent brothers??? pog?????”

“HELLOHELLOHELLOHENSLO”

“TELL HIM WE SAID HI, CHILD”

“Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down. Chat says hi, Grian. And, hey, I’m not a child, what the fuck!? I’m a big man!”

Impulse snickered as Mumbo walked over to the two brothers. Smiling down at them, he helped the two back to their feet. Grian smiled as he set a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, squeezing it slightly. Tommy, in turn, beamed with pride at his brother and his friends. 

“Alright, we spent enough time being emotional and shit. Let’s get going, I have more cool shit to show you guys.”

Laughter filled the cavern as Tommy fixed his hair, his booming man child I’m not a child voice being drowned out as he led them back outside. Slightly huffing. He let out a yelp as he was nearly tackled to the ground from behind. Letting out undignified noises of protest, he turned to see the smug smile of Grian, who was ruffling his hair. 

“Alright, big man, show us your land of paradise!”

Barking out a hearty laugh, Tommy ducked out from his brother’s hand before grabbing it, spinning a few times, and pulling him forward. 

“Aw, look at them!”

“Wait, so Grian has two sections now?”

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The traditional booth games in Tavern Town were fun. From balloon darts to milk bottles, to ladder climb and hoop toss, Tommy thought of it all. Unique designs decorated each booth, all holding an individual and unique look. Everything about the area was impressive.

“Where did buy get these for the games? I don’t think I’ve ever seen them in the main server.”

Tommy peered over to Doc, who was inspecting the prizes neatly strung up on all the booths. There were plushies of different types of mods, some familiar, others not. They came in all types of colors and sizes, and were overall impressive. Walking up beside Doc, Tommy just shrugged his shoulders, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.

“I didn’t buy them, I made them.”

Scar perked up, before jumping right into the conversation.

“You what? Toms, that’s impressive! I didn’t know you could sew.”

‘Fucking hell,’ Tommy thought to himself. He didn’t expect to get praise for his simple hobbies.

“Yeah, I sew. I’m actually pretty crafty, being resourceful and shit. I also knit and crochet. It’s not much, but it’s really fucking therapeutic and all that jazz.”

Before anyone else could comment, a dinging noise sounded at one of the booths. Turning to look at the cause of the commotion, they saw that Stress and Impulse had won a game together. Giving each other fist bumps, they watched as a screen popped up, giving them prize options to choose from. After receiving their prizes, they hurried over to Tommy with smiles painted on their faces.

“You bet we’re gonna win one of each plush here.”

A high pitched laughter erupted from Tommy, who was starting to enjoy his decision to hand make all the prizes in his park. Wiping away a tear of joy, the teen I’m eighteen, I’m a fucking man! You’re a child, Tommy beamed at his friends, who smiled warmly in return. Tommy’s joy seemed to increase as more booth alarms were set off, many more prizes coming off the shelves. By the time everyone was ready for the next land, they all had at least two plush toys each.

———

“This is delicious! You baked these?!”

The group was currently sitting in the seating area in the Dream SMP section of the park, more specifically, L’manburg. They had gotten pastries from the duplicate bakery that belonged to Niki. According to Tommy, it was an exact replica to the real thing. The pastries sold there were the same ones Niki sold back at L’manburg. Tommy had used the recipes and techniques that Niki had demistrated to both him and Tubbo to create the dishes.

“If you think these are good, you should taste Niki’s. I swear, her pastries were sent down from Heaven by Jesus himself. They taste fucking amazing, godly.”

Grian smiled as he nudged Tommy’s shoulder with his own. Popping another sweet cake in his mouth, Tommy quirked an eyebrow as he faced the older boy.

“You should teach me some of your hobbies, Starchild. We can do a hobby exchange.”

Tommy visibly brightened up as he wiped some frosting from around his mouth. Smiling, he nodded his head happily.

“Hell yeah! That sounds fuckin’ amazing!”

The group ate with content as they looked around their area. They had already seen the rest of the Dream server lands. 

“It’s amazing that you’ve made all of this by yourself. You haven’t even showed us the rest of the park yet! Good job, for a child.”

“Hey! I’m not a fucking child! I’m turning 19 soon!”

“Oh yeah, I forgot you were an Aries.”

“What’s wrong with being an Aries?”

“Nothing is wrong with being an Aries, Tango.”

“Oh shut it, you Librarian.”

“Librarian?”

“Yeah, the worst sign.”

“First of all, kid, I’m a Gemini.”

------

The rides and games in the DSMP were very diverse and unique. Tommy had really put a lot of effort and time into every attraction, no matter how small. From things as small as a scavenger hunt through the Badlands, water themed adventures in El Rapids, to fast paced coasters in L’manburg.

“Scoot over, bandit child, I’m sharing this ride vehicle with you.”

“What the fuck, man?”

“Oh, don’t act surprised. I know you made it to where two people share a seat just so you can spend quality time with your brother.”

“Oh, fuck off, I didn’t even know you were my brother until an hour and a half ago.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

The first ride the group decided to board was dubbed A Home. Entering a little shack, everyone boarded their ride vehicles and waited for the ride to begin. While they waited for the vehicles to move, Tommy explained how he managed to use the latest mods that were added to the server to his advantage. He managed to fit different tracks to different rides in the same builds, as well as add animatronics. Just as he was about to receive yet another wave of praise, the ride began.

“It’s like looking at a younger version of you!”

“That’s kinda the point, genius.”

Grian’s statement, as obvious as it was, was true. As the vehicles left the shack and entered the caravan, and animatronic Tommy, merely 16 years of age, welcomed the riders as they witnessed the beginning of a new home, L’manburg. They kept comments to themselves when they saw, yet again, the replica of Tommy’s old base. The ride track took them through different areas of the DSMP, following the young Tommy as he searched for a home.

“-the citizenship of Wilbur Soot and Tommyinnit!!!”

“What?!”

“What does he mean revoked?!”

Before Tommy could reply, the vehicles lurched backwards, keeping the vehicles facing the stage at all times as the animatronics turned to take aim at the riders. It wasn’t until the red stone to the dirt entrance revealed the entry way to Pogtopia that the vehicles did a 180, moving forward into the entry way before going down the spiral steps into the ravine. Laughter filled the air as the group saw animatronics of Tommy, Wilbur and Techno conversing together, joking around and teasing each other. Suddenly, the ride vehicles fell down to the next part of the track, the prime path. As they raced through the tunnel, they witnessed an animatronic Tommy and Tubbo embracing and conversing, their cheerful voices free from worry. The group could only sit in awe as the scenes continued to change.

“-goodbye, Tommy.”

“What does he mean goodbye?!”

“Oh my fucking god, shut up!”

The vehicles suddenly raced through the Nether, coming out to an island far from DSMP. The sign at the entrance of the area welcomed the group to Logstedshire. There, they could see an unhappy Tommy staring out towards the ocean, listening to Chirp as he mumbled nonsense to Clara. And just as quickly as they came, they raced out of the sunny area and into the snow. They raced around the inside of Techno’s cottage before racing outside, towards an empty area. There, an animatronic Tommy yelled out in shock as an animatronic Technoblade pressed a button, turning around as a secret lair was revealed.

“Welcome home, Theseus!”

For the final time, the scene changed. They entered, backwards, into a portal, coming out to face a replica of the spawn to Hermitcraft. There, in wonderous glory, stood an animatronic Xisuma, welcoming the group to Hermitcraft. Then, the track dropped, leaving the riders back at the entrance to the ride.

“Holy shit.”

“Haha! Holy shit is right!”

———

The group quickly learned that Tommy spared no expense in all his attractions. As they explored the different lands, they really saw the individuality of every land. L’manburg had fun rides, including Nation’s Legacy, Blood’s Ballad, Wither’s Wrath, and Creator’s Cabin. Nation’s Legacy is an underground ride that worked like a turntable to tell the history of L’manburg, ending on a grim and looming hint to the possible destruction of the nation. When asked about the fate of L’manburg, Tommy admitted that he appeared in Hermitcraft before he could witness the possible doomsday, so he wasn’t entirely sure what had occured afterwards.

Blood’s Ballad is an interactive ride that used a special red stone technique. The ride vehicles could seat up eight passengers at a time, each using special gloves that allow them to interact with the special ride elements. The goal is to get the most points out of everyone in the ride vehicle. The ride took the group on a journey with Technoblade, the Blood God. The group racked up points training alongside him, as well as fighting all sorts of mobs. By the end of the ride, Tommy was sulking as Stress managed to gather the most points. Stress was enjoying the victory, smiling happily as “SUBSCRIBE TO TECHNOBLADE” boomed through the speakers. 

Wither’s Wrath was more of a small scale ride to enjoy. There were only three ride vehicles, each shaped like a wither and able to hold three riders. Each rider sat in a wither skull. Grian smiled as he pulled Mumbo and Tommy into a a wither vehicle with him. As they strapped in, they were transported to a virtual world where the rules of the game were shared. The goal was to cause the most destruction in the virtual world than the other vehicles. Each player controlled their own skull, making it easier to gather points. At least, that was the case for-

“Fuck yeah! Team Kickass all the way! Check it Grian, Mumbo, we’re badass!”

Creator’s Cabin was simple enough. It was just a large cabin that held enchanted portraits of everyone who resided in the DSMP. The portraits could move within their frames. They could also interact with each other. When the group walked in, the portraits were chatting away with each other. Sam’s portrait seemed to be listening in on the conversation that the portraits of Tubbo, Tommy and Purpled were having, occasionally joining in when he saw fit. Fundy was chatting away with Eret and Niki, a bright smile on his face. Ranboo was timidly peeking over at the group with Tommy and Tubbo, obviously wanting to join in. The portraits of Quackity, Sapnap and Karl were deep in conversation, while the portrait of George was asleep sitting up.

“Hey, Tommy?”

“Yeah?”

“Why are there two portraits of Wilbur?”

“Oh, right. Grian, about Wilbur-”

“AHOY THERE! WHY DON’CHA BOARD ME SHIP AND CONQUER THE WATERS WITH ME?”

The group, aside from Tommy, jumped at the booming voice. Without hesitation, they all ran out to the water, searching for the source of the voice. There, out on the water, stood a lone animatronic. It was the animatronic of a petite woman, one with red curls dancing around as she swayed and spoke. Once more, her confident, melodic voice filled the air. 

“JOIN ME ON MY QUEST TO RIDE THE WONDROUS WAVES OF THE SEAS”

With that, she raised her right arm, hoisting a sword into the air. On cue, she began to rise as a ship emerged from the sea below her. Once it was no longer submerged, the ship rocked a few times before settling. A banner unraveled and blew in the breeze, the name of the area now visible for all to see. 

Sally de Mon’s Sea Voyage

“You like it? Creating the entrance for this ride was a fucking bastard. Kept me up all night and crap. Almost gave up completely on it.”

“It’s amazing! I was not expecting to see something like that!

“Hey, Tommy? Who’s Sally. I don’t think it was ever explained how you know her?”

“Really? I gotta fix that, then. Sally is my sister-in-law who-”

“I HAVE A SISTER-IN-LAW?!”

“Oh, shit...surprise?”

------

The Badlands was a fun, interactive section of the DSMP area. The various puzzles and mazes made it fun for all the participants. The muffin stand was also a fan favorite to the hermits. 

El Rapids was a water-filled adventure. Because he wanted to play around with the word rapids, Tommy made several water-based rides and activities, his favorite being the log ride. They just seemed to be the perfect addition to the area, adding a way to cool down to balance all the water-free rides. It seemed as if Tommy had thought of every type of ride for every type of biome and scenario.

SMP Earth was another large section of the park. It also held the only other largest ride in the entire park, one that led the riders throughout the Antarctic Empire, as well as its surrounding cities and towns. The area for the empire was beautiful decorated in colors of all kind. Flowers and banners decorated the buildings and streets, brightening up the area. Classic activities, such as the sparing rings and archery, as well as the axe throws and parkour courses were set up. It all felt familiar to Grian, who couldn’t help but smile at his brother. Grabbing one of the fliers, he inspected it before shooting his brother a look of uncertainty.

“You didn’t”

“On the contrary, brother dearest, I did!”

“Did what? What did he do?”

Grian laughed as he showed the group what the flier said. It was decorated in beautiful, hand-drawn flowers. Golden lettering perfectly spelt out the message.

Floral Festival of Spring

Join us in the weeklong celebration of Spring! Enjoy the festivities with friends and family as you explore the traditions held within our grounds. Finally, enjoy the wondrous Floral Gala held on the final night of festivities. Dawn your greatest fabrics as you dance the night away, before enjoy a magnificent firework display.

Signed by his royal highness,

Prince Thomas Theseus Minecraft

“He used his full name and everything!”

“Your middle name is Theseus?”

“Your actual last name is Minecraft?”

“Did you actually write this? It’s worded and written so…formally.”

Huffing a bit, Tommy crossed his arms. Fixing his posture, he stood up, tall and proud, as he puffed out his chest. It took everyone every fiber in their bodies to not laugh at the sight of him.

“I can be very formal, thank you very much. I’m not a fucking idiot, I remember the formality lessons the teachers put me through. And I take the offense to that writing comment! Do you know how many attempts it took for me to be able to recreate the stupid fancy font used back at the empire? And another thing-”

Grian playfully hopped on Tommy’s shoulder, startling the younger brother to his usual stance. Ruffling his hair, he assured his brother with a laugh.

“Calm down, Toms. You know that we’re messing with you. You did amazingly. How many more flyers do you have? We’ll set them up in the Hub to be distributed across the main server. It’s been a while since I’ve attended a royal ball, so let’s make it grand!”

Laughing, Tommy had no choice but to agree with Grian. His smile faltered, however, once realization sunk in. The next activity for the group was the campfire. The secrets of his time at the Dream SMP that he kept for over 2 years would finally be revealed.

‘Better late than never to prepare the waterworks’, thought a very nervous Tommy.

[unminecraftsyourfic]

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Mod Tommy Pronouns: Any Neo's Tag Specialization: discduo, bitterduo, awesamfam, rocketduo, souptrio, superhero aus, space aus, and will handle the fics with dark/serious/or potentially triggering topics most of the time, About: Hey! Mod Tommy here. I'll focus on anything with hefty amounts of angst! I'll probably tend to keep any reviews short and sweet, but if you need something to read that makes you go "Woah, that was fucked up" I'm your guy!

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[murdertrialimagines]

s. soulmates au for the sdr2 girls? maybe the one where what you write shows up on the other person's skin? for a female reader lol. thank you so much!!!!!!!

Yes of course! I LOVE soulmate AUs so I hope I do this justice! I wrote this in headcannon form so I hope that’s okay!

Ibuki Mioda

She doodles little things on her arms a lot.

Mostly little hearts and rainbows, sometimes she writes little words like “rad” or something edgy��️.

You like to write little messages to her sometimes but you also know from communicating with her almost constantly that that’s not necessarily her speed so sometimes you draw her things like flowers and skulls.

She loves them and always shows off her arms.

“Look what Ibuki’s soulmate drew! Aren’t they just the coolest?!”

Sonia Nevermind

CEO of cute messages.

“Good morning 💖🌸”

Lots and lots of flowers and hearts. She wants you to know that she’s there and you’re loved!

You do the same for her of course!

Sometimes she forgets you can see what she writes on herself and she will write down serial killer facts that she wants to remember.

You’re left with morbid things like “Genocide Jack writes blood messages at his victim’s crime scenes” on your hand.

Mahiru Koizumi

Doesn’t write or draw things that much, as she prefers to keep her skin clean.

However, she wouldn’t be upset if you were to write or draw things.

In fact, she loves seeing new doodles on her arms.

She does like to respond occasionally, just so you know she’s there! She doesn’t want you to think you don’t have a soulmate, and she wants you to know she appreciates the notes and drawings.

But for the most part, you’re the one doing the art.

Akane Owari

Y’all probably complain to each other a lot.

Like if you’re in class (we’re assuming this isn’t in the killing school trip) you’ll complain about how you hate math, and she’ll say something about not liking to think too much.

Sometimes you’ll talk about being hungry, or give each other ideas for what to make for lunch.

You guys mostly talk about life and casual stuff, but sometimes you doodle hearts and stuff for her.

She really loves when you do that, so please keep doing it!

Hiyoko Saionji

She probably won’t say much of anything. She’s too tsundere for this stuff.

At first you thought you didn’t have a soulmate. You would try to talk to them or draw things for them but they just would not respond. You were disappointed but didn’t really think too much of it.

Then one day, you brought this up. You wrote a little note asking if there was anyone there. You just wanted to know if anyone was receiving your messages.

It wasn’t much, but you got a simple “I’m here :)”.

You were so happy! It wasn’t a lot but you were making progress! And they were out there somewhere!

Mikan Tsumiki

She writes a lot of notes to herself.

Mostly about medical things, which you have no idea what they mean (unless you do 👀) but wOAH your soulmate was SMART!!!

You would occasionally say things like “go off ig” or “ok doctor”, which would make her blush and feel a little more confident.

You two do draw each other little hearts and stuff though.

Sometimes when she was done studying and working for the day, she would talk to you a bit to relax, until one of you fell asleep or you two ran out of room to write, whichever came first.

Please encourage her, she really needs it and she loves hearing encouragement from you!

Peko Pekoyama

She’s surprisingly soft and always smiles when she sees a message or doodle from you.

She will stop whatever she’s doing (unless she’s doing something for Fuyuhiko, she can’t disobey her young master) to reply.

She draws cool things like swords and hearts with swords through them. She really likes swords.

Sometimes you’ll start a drawing and she’ll finish it, or vice versa.

Fuyuhiko knows about you and sometimes will tease her about you.

Chiaki Nanami

You guys play games like tic tac toe.

You can’t convince me otherwise.

You’ll draw things for each other and she’ll tell you about the new games she’s playing.

You’ll talk about your interests and talent, and you’ll sometimes rant and give each other advice.

But mostly you guys play Pictionary and other games together.

Hope you enjoyed this! Thanks for the fun and cute request, I loved writing it!

Mod Kirigiri

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 13

first time readers click here 💖

TWs/Summary: In this house, we ship Reader/Tony's Rolls-Royce. Reader and Tony being dorks on a date. That's it that's the chapter. Lots of sass and Tony being Tony.

A question for my readers: Are you still invested? How's the slow burn? Is everything realistic? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺

As usual, my beta is @miscmarvelwritings . I love her.

"Nice digs, Cupcake."

"Nice ride, Tin Man."

The sass fell from my lips, warm and familiar, paving the way for our upcoming debut like the old, soft living room rug. Any awkwardness I had expected there to be left the moment I saw Tony pull up to my front gate in his Royce: the man was just that extra. The size of my estate, the five-figure outfit of mine - it paled in comparison to his own clout. 

In a world where my choices were usually distributed between stuck-up rich boys or insecure middle-class men, Tony was a fresh drink of water with his absolute indifference towards my and his own net worth.

I wasn't afraid to admire said ride, either. Being a huge petrolhead was what got me interested in engineering, physics and computer sciences in the first place. The desire for speed grew into thirst for knowledge: how to get more horsepower, how to tune, how to mod. No mechanic took an eighteen year old rich-girl seriously even when I had all the lingo right, I had to be a step ahead, at all times, if I wanted my ride to be the best. And I never settled for less than that.

"No driver?" I inquired for the reason behind the unusual behaviour. After all, a Rolls' wasn't the kind of car you drive personally. All the amenities it had, it had in the back.

"Gave Happy a day off," Tony remarked absently. I noticed the small quirk of his eyebrow, however. He was intrigued.

I decided to give it a shot. "So what, this thing packs, what, about five-fifty horses?" I mused, watching Tony nearly swerve into the opposite lane. "At two and a half tons, it's still gotta be pretty quick with that V12-turbo. How fast it go?" The satisfaction was immeasurable, as pleasant to my soul as sitting in a heated leather chair with the smell of a new car, engine quietly rumbling in front of me. And by quietly I mean, it was focus-or-you'll-miss-it kind of quiet.

"Well aren't you full of surprises, baby girl," Tony grinned; a happy, excited grin even. It made his face lose ten years of age just like that. "Zero to sixty in five and a half seconds," He said after a moment. 

"Not bad," I said, sounding impressed. I already knew that but I wasn't planning on robbing Tony out of well deserved praise for his choice in vehicles. 

"Got a ride of your own?" He asked with a smile, like he didn't know it already. No background check would have skipped my three speeding tickets, but I concur. This game was fun.

"I do, actually. It's a 2008 Range Rover. Supercharged," I added in the end, just to emphasise.

"A big car for such a little girl," Tony whistled playfully.

"I'm compensating," I deadpanned. "I'm a little slow on the uptake, y'know, so my Rangie with five hundred horses makes up for it. Gotta keep it balanced."

Tony chewed on his lip. "Five hundred? Haven't heard about that, it comes with three-ninety-five in stock," His eyebrow wiggled. "Tuned it?" He cast me a contemplative glance.

"Yup," I exclaimed happily. As far as the date, I would have been utterly ecstatic to talk about cars all evening. Screw the boring "where do you see yourself in five years" questions, talk to me about your favourite engine swaps. Concept cars, give me those. Monster trucks? Yes, please. Vintage low-riders? Couldn't wait to get my grubby little hands on one. Gimmee!

Tony kept his silence and kept his press smile starting the moment we set foot on getting out of the car. The place he'd taken me to was ridiculously upscale and fancy; the valet hesitated only for a second before catching the keys Tony so carelessly tossed in his direction. There was almost no fear in his body language when the boy approached the massive, expensive vehicle.

The hostess smiled big at Tony and gave me the world's biggest stink-eye when he looked the other way but what else is new? As soon as she left us in the privacy of our booth, I didn't hesitate to stick my tongue at her retreating back. A brief lapse in maturity, if you will.

Tony cackled, growing suddenly serious. "Did she bother you? I can get her fired. I should get her fired."

"Nah," I shrugged. "Don't really care, just wanted to showcase my amazing sense of humour." Snorting, I gave Tony a wink and a secretive grin.

"You really don't give a fuck, do you," His eyebrows twitched again, a sign of mild interest that I noted during our routine sciencing time together. Tony was incredibly expressive if one took the time to observe.

"I could suck your dick under the table right now," I answered honestly. "It's just that when God gave out things like dignity and shame, I wasn't home. Too many fun things to do, y'know," I spoke as casually as I could even though I was dying of laughter inside.

Eyes bulging, jaw hanging mid-way to the floor. Tony was serving Looks™ and I didn't mean just the white tee and purple blazer combo. "Princess, you're going to be the fucking death of me!" He took a sip from his water glass, smirking.

Finally releasing my mirth, I gathered my hands in a lock in front of me. His own, warm and calloused, reached over - I allowed the brief intimacy, clasping them, fiddling with the leather band of his watch. For a moment, it was just us, sitting in the dim light, discovering each other anew to Robert Johnson singing the blues and NYC bustling with life just behind the wall. 

The waiter took our orders - and if I totally butchered the Italian, Tony was gentleman enough not to make any remarks. 

"Somehow, every time I am with you, you both manage to meet my expectations to a T and surprise me at the same time," I wasn't able to completely ignore my nerves. My hand was still loosely in his and he didn't mind at all, me messing with his watch.

"How so?"

"I'm going to loosely quote someone, bear with me." Mr Davies's words popped into my mind just as I was wondering how to best articulate my feelings. "You're eccentric and interesting because it's, well, it's you, because it would be much weirder if we'd be sitting here and making boring small-talk and asking each other the genetic get-to-know-you questions," I briefly paused to sip my Dom Peringon and stare at our hands. Gathering my wits. "That would be why I don't do dates. It sounds so tedious on paper, just sorting through people until a person that's not absolutely mind-numbing comes around."

Tony was silent for a moment, the sheen of his eyes, the faraway look; he was lost in memories. Probably remembering all the girls he had charmed before. I didn't doubt it was easy for him: his smile was distracting and people usually were attracted to shiny things. He shone plenty. Also, most people were stupid, they never cared to look past the golden wrapper. I was convinced there was a diamond under it. But then again, I was biased.

"I've never thought about it that way, but I guess you're right," He finally said, serious. "With Pepper, at least, it was. Come to think of it, we never had that much in common, besides Stark Industries and her willingness to put up with my shit." It was painful for him to talk about her, that much was obvious. His laugh was forced and sardonic.

I, on the other hand, never understood why they got together in the first place. Or maybe I did - but the cold, composed Pepper and the chaotic, energetic Tony reminded me too much of my own parents. All four people in this fucked up equation could have been much happier if they choose... What? Being alone? That was terrifying, too.

I kept quiet, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.

"You know, this is so bizarre. Even an eighteen year old kid has got it figured out," He suddenly said, his tone bitter like the coffee that he loved.

"Woah, slow down," I put up a hand. "I never said I know what to do. I just said I know what NOT to do." The 'kid' remark would have made me eye-roll so hard my skull would crack any day. In this context, however, it was pretty spot on.

Tony snorted. "And how did you come by that information, pray tell, Baby?"

I huffed. "Have you met my parents?" We simultaneously cringed and I hurried to erase that mental image. "I make fun of myself for being into old dudes all the time," I made air quotes around the phrase that made Tony scoff, "But, honestly speaking, I've never even been on a date. Like a real one. Usually it's twenty minutes and I'm falling asleep mid-conversation. People can't seem to keep up with me or something," I felt genuinely dejected. "So many meaningless questions, so many downright idiotic comments. From men," I pointed out the obvious. "My mother used to tell me she thought I was gay because I didn't act like a girl... Whatever that means."

"That sounds pretty shitty," Tony was studying me like one would have been looking at an exotic animal in a zoo. "That said, I agree."

"That I don't act like a girl?" I teased him, the left corner of my mouth tilting upward. "Fuck that noise. I want to drive fast cars, drink straight liquor and have orgasms. If that makes me a dude... I look pretty good for a dude in a dress."

We laughed in unison, tension evaporating under the shared, mutual understanding. With Tony, it was easy. The waiter brought our selected dishes. Blink-and-he's-gone. Top notch service.

"A dude in a dress, can't say I'm surprised 'bout your lack of dates," He remarked conversationally, happily digging into his food. The noises he made were intriguing, to say the least, and I followed suit on my own food, finding it absolutely delicious. A delicious meal with a delicious man at my side. I refused to feel guilty about my thoughts.

"I guess I have exactly one (1) date on my ledger now," I raised my argument.

The fork clattered as Tony once again, came to a sudden realization. "Holy shit, you weren't kidding."

"No shit," I gave into the urge to roll my eyes. "But on the upside, my first date was with the most gorgeous, intelligent and witty bachelor of the city. I'd say I don't have it all that bad," I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Aw, you're making me blush," Tony recovered quickly, grinning. "And don't be shy. The most desired bachelor of the country, if not the world."

I shook my head. "No, the world's most delectable bachelor is one of the Saudi princes. What's-his-name, the one who posts goat and horse pics on Insta," I snapped my fingers a couple of times, trying to remember the name as Tony looked at me all offended. "Anyways, you get my point. I could have a go at him, don't you think?" Cocking my shoulder, coyly twirling the strap of my dress, I gave Tony my best come-hither look and was rewarded with an appreciative once-over. His eyes were growing hungry again. 

"You're a million dollar baby," He finally said, voice low. "And the extent of people I would be willing to share you with is very small."

That got me interested, sudden heat prickling underneath my skin. The conversation took a turn I didn't expect it to; and there lied the delight of being around Tony. He was always ready to surprise, in the best way. "Tell me," I requested politely.

"That's a conversation for another time," He was enjoying the chit-chat, desire beginning to creep into his features.

"Mmm, you think?" I allowed the strap of my dress to slip down my shoulder, exposing a collarbone, showing him just how far I was willing to go to satisfy my curiosity.

He swallowed audibly. "I think... You're smart enough to figure it out," He finally gritted his teeth, finishing off his dinner and immediately calling for the check. 

I wasn't done yet, however. The possibility of riling him up, taunting him into a lustful frenzy - I was in heaven. Karma had favoured me that evening, it had given me a chance to get Tony back for all the times he unknowingly made my mouth water and my brain go blip. "Must be Steve then," I bit my lip in thought. 

Honestly? I was as clueless as the couple next table over. Steve it wasn't, that much I knew for sure, he and Tony had their little love/hate dramatic connection that always ended in a massive ego standoff. Tony would be on the frontline fighting against Steve if the blonde dared to show anything even remotely resembling romantic interest towards someone Tony himself had his eyes on.

"Princess," Tony growled, sarcastically raising an eyebrow.

"Not Steve," I replied, cracking a smile. Success! "You know, I'm really bad at guessing who's into me. Unless someone is balls deep in me," My face was mere inches away as we quickly shrugged on our coats. "And even then, I can't be sure."

My giggling was accompanied by Tony shaking his head in exasperated fashion; he took my hand nonetheless and I happily swayed it between us, poster child for "not a care in the world". He allowed it, maintaining the same exasperated air about him, and I let him. Fondness and happiness seeped through that anyways.

"Brat," His voice was kind. And his kiss tingled where he left it on the corner of my mouth, sweet and short. "Here, have a go," Before I could react, the keys to his Rolls Royce were placed in my palm and he was making his way around the car to the passenger's side.

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[imagine-a-killingharmony]

Hiya! Can you do Miu, Tenko, Shuichi, Kiibo and Kokichi in a killing game with a mute s/o?

You know for two of these (you can guess who) I can totally just see them trying their best to make communication with their S/O possible, but then the other ones??? “Oh wow I got this!!! ILL BE LOUD FOR YOU!!!”

I’ll try my very best!!!!

-Mod Shuichi

Kiibo

Kiibo had gotten along with you very quickly, romantically so, even if you had such an issue he did his best to make it so you could fit alongside the others even with this handicap.

Kiibo had some questions about the inability to talk, so you always had to write down how it had exactly worked, he even asked some techniques you used to deal with this from: sign language to typing, so he eagerly used these notes to his advantage.

He always carried a packet of notes alongside him so you could try conveying your thoughts to him, it was quite easy to find something like this little did you know! He was learning sign language just to come to try to assist you with this entire problem, as he knew it would be much easier for you.

He was always patient, tried his best to convey the thoughts you had to everyone else when they began to rant and wouldn’t shut up, he insisted that he could truly assist you with whatever you needed.

He knew how dangerous it was for you to not be able to alert anyone by screaming if you had been attacked, so Kiibo had stuck by your side just in case! Unless you wished to be left alone, he wanted you to be comfortable and safe.

You were thankful you had somebody like him at your side, if it had to be anyone at all.

Shuichi Saihara

Of course Shuichi’s dealt with clients who couldn’t speak or just didn’t want to, or just got into accidents invoulving their vocal chords so he had an inkling of a clue on how to assist you.

There wasn’t any fancy technology to help guide you, but he knew some form of sign language, not expanded enough but he was willing to learn more to come to assist you, but for now he stuck by with you writing your thoughts.

That is until he learned! He would often try to say your thoughts for you when you wanted to get your thoughts out but nobody would listen, try to translate what you said for you.

He struggled with it at first but throughout he had slowly learned how to get a hold on it, he was your own personal translater!

You often gave him a peck on the cheek as reward for helping you get your point across, he turned just like jelly when you did...~!

Tenko Chabashira

The Aikido Practioner has grown close to you, she had questioned if you wanted to learn self-defense since you couldn’t scream for Tenko to come assist you with any menaces.

Tenko was surprisingly quite... good at reading your expressions, she knew about diffuculties you had, the things you wanted to say, so she had often said your thoughts for you.

It was awful for someone like her, she knew how much words could show how you could feel, it was impossible to show the level of hatred you felt towards somebody to prove your point, how happy if you were enthusiastic, or if you wanted to cry you couldn’t even ask someone to help you, they had to figure it out themselves.

Well... not completely, but how someone speaks reveals a lot about them, Tenko was ashamed to say she hadn’t known sign language so she often kept to exchanging notes to speak to each other.

Tenko would let your metaphorical voice be heard, she swore! You... You had to often keep her in line, but you appreciated her enthusiasm.

It was adorable, you can’t lie.

Iruma Miu

She builds an invention that gives you the ability to type down the words you wish to say and say them out loud just like ‘Text to Speech’, she promises to upgrade it so you won’t even have to type it down soon enough.

No words could have expressed how happy you were with this gift, you took Miu in your embrace as you swore you found yourself sobbing.

“Thank you.” A mechanical voice came from within the device she had given you, as you typed into it shakily.

“Thank you so much.” You could never be happier, she squee-ed in response telling you to: “calm your tits” and “hakuna your tatas” but even then you honestly couldn’t even feel mad at her.

“I love you, Miu.” You wanted to say this so many times as lovingly as she said it towards you, it was mechanical the voice that came out but Miu could easily see the look of admiration on your face.

“... Heh.” She glanced away, feeling her face turn a tomato-red despite how she tried to hide it.

“... T-The... great Miu Iruma loves you too.” You slanted towards your girlfriend pressing a passionate kiss against her, warmth spreading out between the two of you.

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi has already known sign-language for whatever reason, said it was for an employee at his super-duper 10,000,000 people orginzation he had to know it!

He had often teased you using the language, nobody else could actually know what the two of you were talking about, besides Korekiyo who kept silent but... they were certainly... uuuh... inappropriate considering the situation you were in.

You had trusted him in translating what you had exactly meant for an day, that ended in misery as he somehow managed to insult your entire class with a few words.

“Woah! S/O! You think Kiibo is a scrap of useless metal, a total hunk of junk? Wait! You don’t like bugs either? Oh think Himiko’s a fake mage who only does useless parlor tricks!? Gaaasp! You even think Shuichi looks like he just walked out of a hot topic too?”

“... Oh man! What your saying about Kaito’s stupid face is hilarious.”

Only reason you made it up for him is because he apologized then promised he never do it again, he crossed his fingers but you had... trusted him well enough.

Oddly enough, one day Kokichi had gotten you an airhorn to press if anyone had tried attacking you, the noise it made was ear-splitting so you could even hear a remnant of it from inside the soundproof dorm rooms.

You had asked why, but the only response he gave was a shrug.

...

Maybe he really does care, wants you to keep safe within this killing game but he doesn’t know how to show it?

...

You hope that’s the case.

[imaginecoderealize]

Could we perhaps get hcs for the main cast (+ finis and Sholmes) as to what they would do with a s/o on valentines day? (I have ordered release date delivery for Wintertide Miracles and have asserted that Van Helsing is going to be my valentine)

Valentines headcanons!

First, I am terribly sorry for the tardiness of my response! It is completely mod Apostle’s fault, and she humbly asks for forgiveness. I was away at a convention this weekend and underestimated how little time I would have before I left. Love doesn’t go out of date, I hope??

Mod Nautilus offers sweet love notes, while Mod Apostle’s are ficlets based on a theme of being separated on Valentine’s Day... with happy endings!

We hope you enjoy! We’ll see you again around the beginning of March! Until then have fun with Wintertide Miracles! ❄️

They are behind the cut for length....

LUPIN:

“I’m so glad you accepted my Valentine’s Day invitation, mon trésor! You look so excited, have you been wondering what sorts of adventures I have in store for you? Haha, calm down, calm down! There will be many surprises for the two of us.

Hmm… how does an invitation to a masque sound? I find that nobles are much more fun when they’re masked, it gives us glimpses of the true selves that they usually hide behind their reputations.

Ahaha, what’s with that expression? You want to know if I have something mischievous up my sleeve? My dear, who do you think you’re speaking with? Oh, but please don’t worry. Tonight, all eyes will be on you, and only you.”

****

Lupin planned for the day for weeks. He made all his lover’s favorite treats, made reservations at her favorite restaurant and bought romantic gifts. So when the day came and his lover needed to be away from home on Valentine’s Day, he was supremely disappointed. He didn’t want to make her feel bad, so he hid his feelings and told her they would celebrate when she come back, but Arsene Lupin, Gentleman Thief, couldn’t let his lover be alone on Valentines Day!

He saw her off with a kiss and a smile, asked Impey to use the ornithopter, loaded it up with all of his gifts, and headed to her destination. A little breaking and entering later, he snuck into her room...

He lit his rose-scented candles, put his champagne on a tray by the bed, donned his new red silk robe and arranged himself seductively on the bed to wait.

He heard the door open a few minutes later. His lover took in the sight of Lupin’s roguish grin, temptingly open robe, and champagne and laughed with relief, “I knew I could count on you.”

Lupin was confused for a moment, but then his lover took off her coat...

The gift he bought for her- the very one he couldn’t find that morning- adorned her body most enticingly.

“Were you looking for this?” she said with a giggle, “I didn’t think you bought it for yourself...” she looked a little ashamed,  “I am sorry... but... I hoped you would come. I would have felt silly wearing this to return to an empty room.”

Lupin gave his most winning grin, “Never fear, my dear. I would never allow my lover to sleep alone on Valentine’s Day.” he said warmly, and kissed her until she melted in his arms.

........

VAN:

“I’m glad you could make it. Hm? Why do I…? No, I’m not unhappy to see you, you should know better than that. I just had planned to cook a nice dinner for the two of us, but Lupin and the others… it turns out that they made dinner reservations for us.

… It’s at the Reform Club, one of the most exclusive locations in all of London. Lupin said that the Count had to go to a lot of trouble to get us access. I don’t know why they went to all of that trouble, I wanted to… hm? You look rather happy. What, you want me to relax tonight? Heh… I always have trouble saying no to that smile of yours. All right, then. But don’t worry, later on I’ll be sure to spoil you.

At that time… would you prefer chocolate or vanilla?”

****

Van hated to see the disappointment on his lover’s face when he told her he would need to travel on Valentine’s Day, but he could not shirk his duties to Delacroix. They shared a tearful kiss at the door before he left, and he promised to celebrate as soon as he came back, but he knew it wasn’t the same. He had forgotten such sentiment for a long time, but now even he recognized the importance of observing traditions together.

He finished his duties for the day and brooded over his lover being alone... it was wrong. No, he couldn’t let this happen. What kind of lover would he be to do something like that? He stood up.

“Hey, Helsing! Why are you making that face? Don’t tell me you and your sweetie are fighting again!”

He glared at the young king, “We don’t fight...”

“Well you must be if you’re here on Valentine’s Day looking like that! Or did you forget?!” he looked horrified.

Van berated himself silently, even the child king knew it was wrong to leave a lover on Valentine’s Day, “I didn’t forget. It was my duty to be here.” he muttered, “But now I—

“Don’t be stupid, Helsing. Go right now! Take the automobile. Maybe you can still make it back before midnight!”

...

His watch read 11:55pm when he squealed up the driveway. He vaulted out of the car and crashed through the door.

His lover ran out of the living room in a white cotton gown, hair loose around her shoulders. He felt starved of the sight, though he had only been gone for two days. He pulled her in his arms and kissed her until they were both breathless.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” he said between kisses, “I am... sorry...” he kissed her again, “to have left...” he lifted her in his arms and held her tightly against his chest, “Tell me, “ he undid the ribbons on her delicate gown, and kissed her throat. She made a little sigh of pleasure, “Tell me how I can make it up to you...”

She whispered her desire in his ear.

He felt his face warm at her suggestion, and smiled back at her. If that was his penance, perhaps he should misbehave more often.

......

FRAN:  

“Oh, you’re here! I’m so glad. The tests had gone well, but Sisi has a mind of his own at times… I wasn’t sure he’d follow the scent to deliver your invitation. Huh, the costume? Y-Yes, I put it together… I’m glad you thought it was cute.

Ah, I hope you like the flowers! I know roses are traditional, but I just couldn’t decide… so I also got you a daisy bouquet and a tulip bouquet. I thought they’d make a nice backdrop. I made some sandwiches for us, they aren’t fancy but I asked for Impey’s help so they should be delicious.

E-Eh? Feed me? Haha, that’s really… really cute of you. All right, but only if I can do the same. Hehe, okay, now… say ‘ahhh’!”

****

Fran hated that he needed to be away from home on Valentine’s Day, but he knew the conference was too important to miss. His lover encouraged him vigorously to go, but he still felt guilty about leaving.

Which is how he found himself coming home with the basket of kittens.

He often worked late or needed to attend lectures. He hated to think of his lover all alone and hoped the kittens would keep her company.

A tiny paw darted out and grabbed his finger.

“Ow!” he yelped, nearly dropping the basket.

The rest of the kittens joined the game and leapt out of the basket to climb up his chest and up to his shoulders, knocking his glasses askew and getting tangled in his hair while he yelped from being scratched with their sharp little claws. He desperately tried to get them to go back in the basket.... just as his lover opened the door to the house to see him covered with kittens.

She stared at him for a moment. A bemused expression on her face, and burst out laughing.

“Happy Valentine— Woah...!” Fran cried as his lover pulled him into her arms, kittens and all. Half the kittens leapt from his shoulder to hers. One still dangled from his coat.

She kissed him, “Welcome home... all of you!” she said, still giggling, “I love you, and I love our new family members.”

.....

IMPEY:

“Okay, my cute little engine, get ready to take my honey and I on the best Valentine’s Day date ever! I thought this would be fun, you know? Taking a nice drive out into the countryside. The sun is just beginning to dip, so we’ll be able to watch the sunset together and then…! Yes! Then we can go stargazing! Ahh, to see the stars reflected in my lover’s eyes, it’ll be like a dream!

Cold? Well, yeah, I guess it is February… but Mr. Impey thought of everything! Ta-daaaa! Check out these portable heating pads I made! Oh, don’t worry, I tested them a lot… got burned a lot, too, but hey! All’s well that ends well, right? E-Ehh… what’s with that expression… okay, okay! I have blankets, too! We’ll just have to scooch up real close-like together. … Ehehe, that might be even better. Waah, Impey, you’re a genius!

Hm? You saw me… working on the Ornithoper earlier? Yeah, I thought at first that a date above the clouds would be fun, but… I realized it would be too dangerous. Hahaha, not because of the Ornithoper, but because… honey, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you tonight. Pulling over is much easier than maneuvering an emergency love landing! Ahaha, your blushing so cute! But, there’s no need to be embarrassed… tonight, the only one watching us will be the moon.

****

“I’ll be back as soon as I can!” Impey declared confidently when he left two days ago. But there he was with a busted engine helplessly waiting for the replacement for the broken part he needed to be delivered.

He felt unaccustomedly depressed. He couldn’t believe he was leaving his precious angel alone on this most important day. He knew she would understand. She was a smart and resilient girl. He would make it up to her at length later, but he never wanted to disappoint her. He wanted to always be there to make her smile, always wake up with her tucked in his arms on special days. He certainly never wanted to leave her alone like this.

But there he was, miles away from the nearest train station with a busted motor and no way to get home.

He gazed up at the moon wistfully, thinking of all the nights they spend curled up under blankets looking at the moon and making plans... making love, too. It was the best time in his life.  

He squinted up at the moon... was that a new crater? No... it was moving.  He could hear a familiar high-pitched buzzing....

He jumped up from the hood of the car and stared at the sky in shock.

The ornithopter was coming.

His heart leapt. The Ornithopter was coming! That meant—!!

The ornithopter circled the clearing where he stood. He jumped and waved enthusiastically. The little aircraft flashed its lights and descended to land next to him. The door was flung open and his beautiful angel of the sky leapt out and into his arms, wrapping her arms around him while he laughed, “My honey came to the rescue! But that’s not fair! It is the noble knight that must rescue his princess!”

“Nonsense!” she snorted, “We don’t live in the dark ages.” she kissed him soundly, “I couldn’t let my hapless prince lie alone in a field on Valentine’s Day!” she held up the blankets she brought.

He grinned as brightly as the moon itself, “I am in your debt, Princess!” he gave her a suggestive wink, “Now what would you like for your reward, eh?”

She kissed him fiercely, “I can think of a few good ways for you to repay me.”

....

SAINT:

“I’m taking off the blindfold now. Hehe, were you able to figure out where I took you? Yes, I thought it would be a nice surprise… oh, tonight they aren’t performing any operas or ballet… tonight is something very special.

I remembered how fondly you were looking at my antique collection, and I thought it might be fun for us to visit an auction together. These auctions are usually so crowded, though, so I arranged for us to have a private viewing the night before. This entire theater is just for the two of us tonight, our own antique gallery. And, my dearest, if you desire anything you see… it’s yours. Whether it’s a few items or the entire show, I will make sure you’re able to start your own collection here tonight.

After that, I was thinking the two of us could go on a cruise- oh, you don’t have to worry about packing. I’ve ensured that everything you need has already been loaded onto the ship. Please forgive my selfishness, but the last time I was invited to an auction cruise, things didn’t go exactly as planned… haha, you understand, right?

Well then, beloved, the night is ours. Let’s dedicate it to our love of art… and our love for each other.”

****

She dropped her suitcase on the bedside table and dropped herself on the bed. She had been away too long. She didn’t think she could bear another lonely night. She knew Saint felt the same way. Sometimes she could feel his emotions from far away like the touch of ghostly fingers caressing her face. She sighed and flipped open her suitcase—

There, on top, was a letter.

She gazed at the familiar stationary, Saint‘s exquisite handwriting spelling out her name. She breathed in the faint scent of white flowers that was her beloved’s signature.

The only trouble was that she had been traveling for days. There was no such letter in her case.

Trembling, she opened the envelope—

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my beloved lady,

It pains me to apart today of all days, even if it is unavoidable. I miss you tonight. Do you have all you need on your travels? Do my words warm your heart enough to endure this absence?”

No... she thought. I need so much more.

“I cannot say the same. I can still feel the shape of you beside me in this bed, your fragrance on my pillow, your sweetness on my tongue. I need all of you here with me always. I wanted to leave you roses on your pillow, kisses on your lips, share tea with you in the morning, read to you in the afternoon. I want to take you places tonight that you’ve never seen. I want to see the wonder in your eyes. I want to hear you gasp with delight. I am a terribly selfish man, as you know too well, but tell me your desires and I will fulfill them. Your pleasure is mine also.”

How many times had he told her that? How many times had they done those things? How many times had she fallen asleep with a smile on her face, her body and soul perfectly content in every way? She kept reading...

“Close your eyes for me. Hear my voice. I am touching you now, my fingers on your lips. Now part them for me, yes... like that. Taste this. Is it sweet? This chocolate is said to be the finest in the world. Do you agree? It will taste sweeter from your lips, my love. Now lie back and think of me. Your wish is my command, tell me your desires. Tell me your needs. Tell me anything at all.”

She could almost taste the chocolate. Feel his fingers on her lips, “I love you.” was all she said. She could almost feel his body against hers. She laid back, undressing as if he watched her from the page of the letter.

“I love you, too. Hehe, Are you surprised that I can hear you? I can feel you, too. Can you feel me now?”

She could... it was almost too real.. she moaned a little...

“I know you can. I know. Oh, how I know. We share a bond to deep for mere miles to erase.

I need more than the thought of you. If you feel the same way...

Open your eyes.”

...

She felt soft lips against hers. Very real lips... her eyes flew open.

“Hehe. Are you surprised?” Saint said softly.

“What!? How—”

He put a finger over her lips, “Shh, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I am here with you now...” he kissed her again. His lips tasted of dark chocolate.

He pulled her into his arms, “Now, please, let me love you.”

....

SHOLMES:

“… And here you are. I’m not surprised, you’re always good at solving the fun little riddles I leave for you. Still, I found it rather charming that you left a riddle for me, as well. … It looks like we had the same place in mind, too. Yes, you told me once that you wanted to visit this tea house, didn’t you?  Haha! Was that how it went? I was the one who wanted to come here? Well, I really must thank you for remembering that, then. … You made reservations as well? My, it looks like we’ll have the whole room to ourselves…

Hm? You’re disappointed that I didn’t bring my violin? My dear, did you really believe that the night would be ending here? Hehe, no, it would be too early for that. After this, I want to take you to a garden I recently found. There’s a beautiful gazebo there, and I think the acoustics will make the performance much nicer. … Besides, tonight, you’re the only one I want to hear my music.”

****

Sholmes sighed and put down his newspaper. He knew he was being foolishly sentimental. February 14th was just a date on the calendar. It was nothing to get upset about to miss a single day together.

So why did he feel so out of sorts?

He knew perfectly well, but the knowledge was uneasy. He never felt this way before and it unnerved him. He considered his intellect to be above such trivial things.

He attempted to forget his melancholy by tidying the house, but was useless. He decided a walk might clear his mind...

....And immediately spotted a familiar figure slipping between two buildings.

No one else would have noticed her unique gait and peculiar habit of looking up at the sky when she was trying to be nonchalant, but he certainly did.

She told him she would be away for the week. What was she doing sneaking in alleys?

A little troubled, he turned from his path to follow her.

She led him on a merry chase through the city, ending when he saw her slip inside a window on a sleepy, tree-shaded street.

Waiting only a moment, he followed her.

—only to be lifted off his feet and pulled through the window.

The scent of his lover’s sweet vanilla perfume surrounded him.

He was being kissed.

Thoroughly.

He answered with hunger to match. It had been too long.... He suddenly didn’t care why his lover was sneaking through the city...

She released him, “Did you like your Valentine’s Day present?” she whispered in his ear.

He understood.

Feeling a little foolish, he laughed, “You win this time.” he kissed her, “Next time you won’t get so lucky.”

“I think it is you who is about to get lucky.” she said before wrapping her arms around his neck again.

.....

FINIS:

“Ha! Well, look at how dressed up you are! Huuuh? Date? You really went to all that trouble because you thought… V-Valentine’s Day? I wasn’t particularly paying attention to it… sister baked cookies for it, which you’re welcome to have. They really…. they are rather burned, aren’t they? Sheesh…

Candles? Can’t a man light some candles without it suddenly being for a particular occasion? And the flowers… wipe that smile off your face, it makes you look like a fool. … Ahh, fine! Fine! H-Here. Huh? No, my sister didn’t make these chocolates! … I made them. Had to fight off a fork-wielding little… b-but, anyway… I’m sure you’ll find these far better than those cookies—or anything else you might have received today.

I’ve never really… Valentine’s Day never… ….. I… hope you enjoy them. The fact of the matter is, I wanted to see you. I want to see you. It doesn’t have to be a particular day… I simply… want to be with you. … There’s that smile, again. … I suppose it isn’t always a foolish one.”

****

Finis was in a bad mood.

That wasn’t unusual. How can one be in a good mood surrounded by incompetents?

It had nothing to do with a certain person being absent from work because of a cold on Valentine’s Day. They were just the only person capable of doing their job correctly. He was just annoyed because it made his workload worse.

If he kept telling himself that, he might even believe it.

He finished up early and left without an explanation.

On his way home he was further annoyed by the displays in the shops. All lurid red hearts and foolish Cupids. Childish nonsense for frivolous people. He stomped away not looking where he was going and upset a cart full of flowers. A bucket tipped as he collided with it and spilled its contents on the ground.

It was his fault. He couldn’t expect the flower girl to suffer for his clumsiness, so he bought the things.

Now what? He certainly didn’t need a bucket full of pink roses.

That certain coworker wasn’t feeling well. Maybe this would cheer her up.... so she could get back to work and do her job!

Feeling thoroughly convinced, he turned toward her house.

He found her quietly reading a book with a cup of tea. Her face turned red when she saw the flowers. Maybe she had a fever.

She was crying and smiling as she thanked him. Her eyes bright with gratitude. He didn’t understand why girls did that. But... deep in his heart... he had to admit it made him... very happy.

[chaniters]

Sidekick

A conclusion to the “Sidestep can’t sleep” shorts. Enjoy!

EDIT: Deleted both titles and came up with a new one.

Sidekick

"So you're saying Mr. Molotov will be here at 7:00 pm?"

You just nod. You're not interested in dialogue.

"Where do you keep getting all this intel on him?"

You shrug. Which basically means find out by yourself genius.

He groans. "Come on!!.. I'm the one fighting him every single night!"

You do the yapping hand at him in reply.

"All you're doing is flinging bricks at my car, my glass table, my windows, my pool..."

You take a mental note that maybe flinging notes attached to bricks might be a bit too aggressive. Still, he knows If you weren't giving him leads Mr. Molotov would have robbed half the city by now.

"Where the heck is that attitude coming from ?" He crosses his arms "Whatever did I do to you?"

You poke his chest with your index, then point at the last sentence in your note "YOU HAVE TO CAPTURE MR. MOLOTOV THIS TIME!!!" IT took you a while to find three exclamation marks big enough for your note on the newspapers. You wanted for him to notice your urgency. It’s impossible to sleep with Mr. Molotov's workshop above your apartment. You can't stand another night of him banging and drilling and welding to fix his armor...

"Yeah, I know I've yet to capture him, but WHY can't we cooperate like normal people?" You roll your eyes. He doesn't notice of course. You sigh, take off your goggles, and then roll your eyes for him to see.

He crosses his arms, giving you an annoyed look. “Raised In a barn I see.”   You scoff. It wasn’t a barn.

“And what's with the outfit?" You hug your red jacket defensively. You love your new colored mountainwear. Took you a long while to buy. Took most of your savings.

"Nevermind... pendejo," he says in a foul mood.

You just sit. But not three minutes pass before he speaks again. Can’t stand the fact that you're not adoring him like everyone else, can he?...

"Look kid.. Just tell me, since you know so much about him... how's he surviving all the beatings? I've beaten him every time but I just can't knock him down for good. THAT information would be actually helpful, you know instead of all the vandalism?" He glares at you accusingly.

You just look away and cross your arms. He goes back to pacing back and forth. Fuck. He's actually right on that one. You're just tempted to get up and leave. You love your apartment but maybe this isn't worth it. Maybe it's just too dangerous. You shouldn't be talking to a deputized hero...

You look at him as he gazes onto the street.  You hate to admit it. But you can't deny you're having fun. You've spent so much time alone you hadn't realized just how starved for interaction you were. Any kind of interaction. Even if it's just having this guy complain and complain and complain.

He turns gives you a confused expression as he catches you staring.

"Now what? Is there something in my face? Are you going to throw another brick at me?" he looks at you annoyed. The last rays of dawn show him under a different light. You realize he does not look like a blood-thirsty soldier, but a guy trying to stop criminals from harming people... And he’s done all this for a meager salary.

You can’t read his mind... It’s hard to know what he actually thinks. You wonder how he sees you. Maybe like a weirdo throwing stuff at him for no reason demanding he captures a relatively powerful villain and not even explaining why. It dawns onto you that maybe you are being a bit unreasonable... You look at him again. It gets a bit harder to hate him. Crap.

You take out your Balaclava and pull down the hoodie...

"You're an idiot," you say.  "You can speak!" He says in shock "Shut it. I'll tell you all you need to know about Mr. Molotov..." ...................................................................

39 minutes later....

Mr. Molotov shows up, heading to the building's entrance wearing civilian clothing. 

As he looks for his keys, Charge runs up to him at full speed and slams him with his shoulder, electrical sparks flying everywhere as Molotov falls on his back. You knew facing him without his armor on would be the best way.

It takes a few seconds for the villain to realize what's going on. He stands up and faces Charge, approaching him.

"How in the hell do you always know where I'm going to be Charge ?"

"Ohh I've got my ways. You think you're so clever? Now I know your hiding place, there's no way to escape, I’m bringing you down!"

"You and what army? Ha! You can't even hurt me!" He takes a small rock from his pocket and throws it at Charge. That's his power. Turning substances into other substances. And the moron uses it to make bombs, not rare metals and gems.   Ortega takes the stone in mid-air and throws it back at Molotov. He has some nice reflexes with his mods... you take note of that. The rock explodes as it reaches Molotov, and he is knocked down but seems uninjured.

"Nice trick, but you can't defeat me like that" He smiles, standing firm before Charge.

Charge presses on with the attack, and the two get engaged in a fist fight. Charge manages to get a lock on his neck. Mr. Molotov's skin turns metallic.

"I'm invulnerable! I don't even feel that! Hahaha!"

"Oh yeah? Well I have it from a good source that you can't transform your own body for more than 10 seconds or it becomes permanent and you turn into a statue"

"Wha...? How do you...?"

Without letting go, Ortega begins emitting electricity. It doesn't affect Mr. Molotov, but as more seconds pass, his struggle becomes more and more desperate.  

At the eight second, Mr. Molotov's skin turns back to normal, and he begins screaming as the electrical discharge knocks him down.

Charge lets him fall. "FINALLY! I've been waiting for this so long"

He approaches you. "Hey, You know. you're a pain in the neck and all... but .. Thanks, I guess? I wouldn't have caught this one without your..." He doesn't notice Mr. Molotov struggling to move his right hand, and throwing another rock at his feet.

You act on impulse. You almost miss, but you manage to side-kick the rock as hard as you can... you don't want to explode... (But why didn't you just run the other way? You didn't want him to explode either? Did you actually want to protect him?).

You look at the rock fly away with relief.. until suddenly....

"CRASH!".

A broken window. You know that window. 

No. No this can't be... this can't. This can't be happening...

"BOOOOOM!" The bomb explodes. You can see flames and smoke erupt out of the window instantly.

"Oh shit! Woah! ... wow wow wow... you just saved my life kid!! Let me call 911... Wow... That's just.... thanks, kid!" He starts calling the emergency line.

You just look in horror as the fire extends from one window to another. Nothing you can do while the firemen run a pressured water hose against it.  

"Oh.." He says standing by your side observing the firemen work.  "That's a lot of damage. Hey, can you tell me... hey wait.. are you crying?  Are you ok?"

You haven't really ever cried before. There was no need. Things either happened or didn't. And drugs or trainers and handlers would take care of anything in between. But now you can't stop the river flowing from your eyes.

"Hey what's wrong kid?"

"I'm.. not ... a kid. And .. Tha...*sob* that... was my... *sniff* apartment." You manage to speak a few broken words. Now you're nose is full of water too. And you've got hiccups. You are crying. For real. It's not an act like they trained you. And with good reason. That was your home and savings. Now you'll have to go back to the streets.

"Oh, shit... uhh... Do you have a place to stay? Subsidies come fast when heroes are involved... I'll say I kicked the rock, ok?"

You shake your head. "I was just renting" You mean squatting, of course. "And all my money was inside" That much is true. For a change.

"Crap.. sorry to hear that. You know, you can come with... You can stay at my place tonight, and maybe i can help you find an apartment tomorrow ...? Just let me talk to the police and i'll get back to you. You nod. 

But you're long gone by the time he comes back.

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My Fanfics: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

[thewritingmage]

Ventilation Mishaps

Hiya! This fic is part of the Wolf 359 Reverse Big Bang! My artist was @aspectnotarized and their art is pretty awesome! So I totally suggest you check out their tumblr!

Plus this project was so much fun so thanks to the @w359reversebang mods for organizing and hosting everything! They’re amazing!

Note: I tried, I hope I did okay at the very least. 

Fandom: Wolf 359

Words: 3,205

Summary:  When Eiffel woke up this morning, all he wanted was to do was escape Minkowski's Quarterly Annual Talent Show. He did not mean to fall into a secret room, find creepy crawlies with too many eyes, and secrets that decided to change the way he sees their resident scientist.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14709791

           “Hello Dear Listeners! This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel. It’s day 525 of the Hephaestus Mission. And I am in the ventilation shafts.” Eiffel said, faux chirpy attitude in his voice. “A ventilation shaft that I’m pretty sure just loves me.”

          At that snarky remark, Eiffel dipped head first into a slanting vent. With a yelp, he proceeded to crash straight into a silver wall. A resounding bang left his ears in ringing pain. He sat up as much as he could in the enclosed space, rubbing at his head in agony.

          “Ouch, fuck. That’s gonna leave a bruise. A goddamn painful bruise but I will still be avoiding our very own Dr. Jekyll when this all cools over. Back to what I was saying beforehand, Dear Listeners. Today is day 525 and it is a day I cannot wait for to be over.” After adjustments to the mic, Eiffel got back down on his stomach. He crawled in the only direction the vent allowed him to.

          He grunted with the effort to pull himself through the dust covered vents. Another turn in the shafts came up. Eiffel groaned at the sight of it.

          “Well, we’re having one of those days at the station. A very very bad one. I mean, every day is a good day with me around, I am the epitome of the days around here. However, today is one of the days that I stay indoors, don’t need to get caught outdoors in a storm, am I right?”

          A soft chime played in the headphones that circled his neck. Eiffel froze, eyes wide in fear as the one voice he was avoiding came through.

          “Crew of the Hephaestus, this is Commander Minkowski. As I know that you are all keenly aware, it is time for our quarterly talent show. You all know that I am aware that you know it is mandatory to come. Since no one was in the cargo bay, I do hope none of you are hiding out right now but are all getting ready for the talent show.” One and only commander of the crew cleared her throat. “So, as I stand in the coms room, to which I hope I just missed you Eiffel, I better not find anyone hiding out in the storeroom or any laboratory.”

          “Ha! Storeroom idea was denied!” Eiffel crowed his success.

           “I hope to see both of you down in here the cargo bay in twenty minutes. If not, I will hunt you down.” Minkowski finished her monologue threat with a click of the PA chimes.

          “Anarchist.” Eiffel mumbled under his breath as he started to move forward again.

          Another slant in the vent came up and Eiffel guffawed at the vent. He tsked a finger at it. He twisted around till he had his feet going down first, not wanting to get caught in that trick again. A ping went through his headphones as he slid down the vent, feet steadied him as he arrived in an open area. Eiffel made a noncommittal noise when a thought came across him.

          “I wonder where our resident evil scientist is even doing today, dear Listeners.”

          A crackle of static burst sharply in the headset, making the man wearing them cringe.

          “Eiffel, are you there?” Russian accent pierced through the otherwise silent vent.

          “Speak of the devil and he shall appear! Hilbert! How’s it going, Doc? Chewing any carrots today?” Eiffel joked as he sat down in the open space.

          “Eiffel, there is no carrots on station. I could not have been eating carrots today.” Hilbert answered, confused.

          The only communications officer on board leant into his palm, “Never mind. What’s up, Doc?”

          The sound of clinking glass echoed through the headphones, “I have come up with solution to our ‘Talent Show’ situation.”

          Eiffel hummed in acknowledgement, a hand snuck into his side pocket as he pulled out a bag. He popped a cigarette candy into his mouth and leaned back against the wall. Hilbert continued, “Give me moment, Eiffel. I need to be precise with this.” A fizzing sound made Eiffel pause on the biting of his candy.

          “Woah, woah. What exactly are you doing?” Eiffel asked.

          “It has been while but I remember I have degree in biochemistry. A handy degree in my experiment today.” Hilbert said, clinking of glasses clear through the headset microphone. “I have decided to make a narcotic and sedative, very powerful.”

          The human in the vent shaft rubbed his forehead, eyes closed and mouth set in a line. “Doc, you know we have gone over this. You don’t need to go all evil scientist on us yet.”

          Hilbert only chuckled at that, the sound of pressure being closed off let Eiffel know the Russian had sealed his fate. Eiffel sighed. He peered down at one of the three entrances that lead into darkness. “Okay Captain Nemo, I gotta go before I’m forced into the Temple of Doom.”

          Hilbert hummed into his mic, “I have completed sedation anyways, I will report later results.” The buzzer ended the conversation.

          “Well, I can’t wait to see that result. For now, we need to get to a better hidey spot. Which shall it be? Creepy dusty shaft number one, darkness looming shaft number two, or definitely-not-hotel-cleaned shaft number three!” Eiffel gestured in a grand sweeping motion as he announced into his recording.

          Only the creaking of the Hephaestus answered the communications officer. He swung his flashlight towards the middle. Grimacing at the darkness that led ahead,

          “We have a winner! Shaft number two is our winner! Come along, Listeners. We shall go on a very dirty adventure.” Eiffel said, flamboyance gone as he got to his hands and knees.

          Flashlight and recording device his sole companions in the darkness.

          It was a brisk twenty minutes later, when Eiffel once again ran head first into a dead end. His flashlight clattered to the floor that made him freeze as the sound echoed throughout the distant ventilation system. He didn’t move for a few seconds before he scrambled to grab the flashlight. He held it close to his chest as a ding of his coms lit up his earphones. As he straightened up, his head set fell, the only man around reached for it as the voice of their resident scientist spoke.

          “Eiffel? Eiffel, are you there? Complications have arisen!” Hilbert's frantic voice rose through the speakers.

          Eiffel scrambled to get the headset. His flashlight bobbed against the grey. His hands skimmed over the receiving end of the com before they grabbed it. He clutched at it as a loud creak groaned under him, he held his breath as the creaking began to settle into a low moan before it went silent.

          “That doesn’t sound good. Okay, if I just reach slowly across…” A deep groan reverted throughout the area, Eiffel stood still. Took a slow breath…and shot his hand out, grabbed the headset, and curled up till the groaning stop. Everything settled. “Okay, Listeners, I think everything is under control...gotta check on Hilbert.”

          The buzzer broke through the silence. “Eiffel. This is urgent!”

          A second voice came on the coms as Eiffel placed the headset around his neck, volume jacked up. “Hiiilbert. Where did you gooo?”

          A frantic whimper echoed, “This is an ur-zzzzz-atter! I need emergen-zzzzz-ack up-zzzz-”

          The communications officer looked down at the headphones, confusion across his face. He tweaked the small signal booster. “What? Doc I can’t hear you. Something is blocking the signal-”

          Creaaaaak.

          Eiffel’s eyes widen.

          Crack!

          His mouth gaped as a crack in the vent broke in front of him.

          Bang!

With a snap forward, Eiffel flew into darkness.

          God, why was it so dark? Eiffel thought as pain hit him. He blearily opened his eyes, trying and failing to find any good light source in front of him. Blackness circled him. He shut his eyes again as a weight on top of him gained his awareness. He sat up, pieces of metal fell of him into piles on the floor. Squinted eyes caught a beam of light, he turned and pushed off pieces of vent from the torch.

          “Why the hell is there so much gravity here….” Eiffel mumbled as he got up.

          He raised his hand up to his ear, pressing lightly on it as he spoke. “Hera? You there?”

          Only static responded to him. He frowned and tried again. “Hey Doc, are you receiving?”

          Static once again responded, “Goddamn it...well, Dear Listeners. You guys are the only ones listening in now. I’m going to explore and see how to get out or how to unblock this signal.”

          He swung his flashlight around, light illuminating a series of computer screens and lab tables in a surprisingly large room. The communications officer kicked a few stray metal pieces away. Curiosity made him wander towards the cabinets and lab tables covered in a thick layer of dust. With one finger he dragged it through the dust as he shined his light at the glass cabinets. Jars, full of floating specimens that he swears twitched at him, glinted back at him ominously.

           One jar in particular stood out. Coated in copious amounts of dust, he reached a hand out to pick up the jar. He tilted the light, a floating monstrosity sat in the liquid. Eiffel shuddered at the sight of it. A swish in the container made the human pull it closer to him for examination.

           “What are you-” In a blink of an eye, the spider-like creature turned a full one-eighty on him. A multitude of eyes stared as it attached itself to the glass in a loud thump. “HOLY SHI-” Glass crashed under his feet as Eiffel screeched. Instinct making him let go of the jar in fright.

           He scrambled away, flashlight aimed at the experiment. It only stared up at him, it’s dozen eyes blinking in unison at his paleness. It began to skitter to the down man before said human through his one and only flashlight at it with a scream of, “HELL NO, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME, TOTO.”

           The thing hissed at him before it ran in the opposite direction, disappearing into the darkness that was of this mysterious room. Eiffel’s’ lungs shook at the effort to take in air, eyes focused on the flashlight a few feet away. If he concentrated, he could hear the skittering sounds of the spider.

           “Why spiders? Why couldn’t it be butterflies?” Eiffel grumbled as he stood a bit shakily. “I’ll just hope that incident is purged from my mind by tonight.”

           Eiffel secured his flashlight once more and turned away from the lab area. His attention shifted away to the outdated computers across the room. He quickly scooted around tables and headed towards them. Flashlight set down to face the console, Eiffel rubbed his hands together. “Now, now. What do we have here?”

           Brown eyes focused on the keyboard laid out. He cracked his knuckles and began. Typing in codes to wake up the computer. “Come on you hunk of junk, I want to know all your secrets.”

          A blue screen loaded. Text popped up: Computer start up? Y/N

          Eiffel scoffed, “Of course. Let’s enter the Matrix.”

          The screen booted up, several terminal screens lit up in unison. Brightening the room and catching the officer’s attention. All the screens showed logs that had been previously recorded. They glowed red, dates labeled upon them. “This…. this is weird. There are audio logs on this computer. I’m clicking on this first one, oldest it seems. Blast from the past, volume one. Here we go.”

          Click

          Static popped and a voice, loud and clear, came through.

         “Hephaestus Station. Captain Isabel Lovelace here.”

          Her somber tone made chills crawl up Eiffel’s spine. A terrible gut feeling awoke in him, something wasn’t going to go right.

          Four logs.

          Four logs with loss of crew, sickness, and oddities that could and did boggle the mind.

          Eiffel didn’t know what to say.

           Eiffel breathed. “Two more logs, Listeners. Two more.” He raised his eyes at the original screen. “Volume five of these accursed logs. I swear this is worse than opening that Ark.”

          Click

          “Captain's Log. U.S.S. Hephaestus Station. Final entry.” Her voice held no room for cowardice or weakness, it stood firm with malice. “Run and hide. That's all I have to say to you. Run. And. Hide. Because I'm coming for all you bastards. You probably thought you'd never see me again. You thought if you just left us up here you could forget all about us. Out of sight, out of mind, huh? Jokes on you. You bastards killed most of my crew, but I'm still alive, and Dr. Selberg is still alive, and we have a way to get off this tin can. It's taken months, but we found a way. It's not gonna be pretty. It's not gonna be fast. But we'll make it back to Earth, and the first thing we're going to do as soon as we get home is find everyone involved in this sadistic little field-trip and make you pay. So, if you're listening to this: Run. And. Hide. Because by the time that I'm done you will feel more helpless and more alone than all the innocent people you've ever hurt. See you soon.”

          Eiffel stared at the screen. His mind a pot full of mixed reactions and confused thoughts. His mouth opened and closed. Never deciding one or the other. His voice caught. “Captain Lovelace. I hope to the goddamn heavens you’re out there. I hope you and Selberg have made it through all this shit.”

          He shook himself and faced the screen. He had to do this. He had to find out.

          He clicked the mouse. He tried to prepare himself.

          “C’mon Eiffel. Be the Yoda you were always meant to be.”

          It wasn’t working.

          The recording started to play.

          "This is Captain Lovelace of the USS Hepha-” A distant knocking interrupted the beginning of her speech. “It’s…. It’s open!”

           A new voice entered, lower and rougher to the ears, with an accent tinged on. A very familiar accented voice. “Captain? Is this a bad time?”

Eiffel’s jaw dropped. His mind racing at that voice. It couldn’t have been him.

          “No, no. You’re fine, Selberg. Just was trying to get some logs going. What’s going on?” Lovelace answered, a relief beneath her question.

          “Everything is ready. We can head downstairs when you are.” One sentence and Eiffel knew.

          Eiffel shook his head, backing away from the console with mutters that grew louder.  “No….no….no! It can’t be Hilbert! It can’t-”

          Suddenly the coms set around his neck buzzed to life. The voice of their only scientist crackled to life. “Eiffel! Please respond! Situation has gone critical and I am trapped!”

          Panic bloomed across his mind, he ripped the headset away from his neck and threw it as far as he could. It only bounced off the adjacent wall, still spewing static and Hilbert’s hails. Eiffel’s back hit his side of the wall. His mouth gaped, his lungs frozen. This couldn’t be...why would Hilbert be Selberg? How did he survive? Where is Lovelace?

          Thoughts raced through his head, crashing into one another without abandon. His view of their resident scientist tilting so hard on its axis, his vision blurred to the point that he slid down the wall. Hands coming up to hold his head as the dizziness rocked him.

          White light fizzled into existence, Eiffel was far too gone in his own head to notice. The two opaque blurs moved around the room, projected light particles trailing after them. They engaged each other in what could be conversation. The taller of the two sat down in a nonexistent chair, leaning her face up at the other. “Thank you, Dr. Selberg. This has been hard but I am glad you’re here.”

          “Can’t be….” Eiffel said, fetal form curled tighter into itself as the holographic recording played and the headset let out one last burst of Hilbert’s terrified scream.

The standing figure only inclined his head. “Always happy to be of assistance.”

          The room was buried in darkness, every inch dripped with inkiness. The barest of illuminations alighted the room. A dulling, white light cast itself over a huddle form in the corner. At a glance, the man looked frozen. As if death itself had touched him with the way his skin has turned pale from his natural darken skin. With hands over ears, the man tuned out the glitching figures by the console. One phrase in constant repetition.  

                                        “Always happy to be of assistance.”

          A multitude of instruments were scattered around the console. None of them the right ones to stop the broken line. Across the room, the only door was sealed tight. Marks and other tools scattered around it too. The door itself bore numerous dents and scratch marks but no mark or sign of a successful open entrance. Only dust particles floated in the air, disturbed by the only visitor.

          The line stuttered, only one syllable stuck like a broken record. Eiffel glanced up, mind already forming a plan to get the radio working. Realizing this was his chance since the signal was blocked no more. He reached beside himself, headset in hand, to grab a small tool. Quickly, he dismantled the headphone casing. He pulled wires out and cut few in half. The voice in the background gained more of its sentence.

                                                  “Always-Always….”

          Eiffel eyed the white obstructions, “Oh fuck off! You can’t come over and try to drag me to the Dark Side forever!” he yelled at the two white figures.

           The headphone sparked brightly as two wires were connected. A static laced voice broke through. Eiffel smiled as the signal became stronger. He pulled his knees closer to him as a shiver racked his body. He raised the headset further, ignoring the penetrating cold.

           “India-Golf-Niner-Niner, do you copy?” Eiffel said, heart beating fast.

          “Ei-zzz-el? Can you hear me-zzz-?” Hera’s sweet voice filtered through, Eiffel sighed in relief.

          “Yes! I copy! God, you do not know how nice it is to hear your voice, Hera.” Eiffel answered. “Could you open this damn door? Please?”

          Hera paused for a few moments before she answered. “Aren’t...you outside?”

           He looked baffled, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “No, I’m inside some room. It’s as big as the observatory.”

          Hera’s humming went a few octaves higher. “I’m going to get-get Minkowski… actually I’m going to get Hilbert because M-Minkowski is… a bit preoccupied.”

           “No!” Eiffel yelled, body jerking forward to stop a non-existent force. “I mean, don’t get Hilbert. Just...just help me find my way through the vents again?”

           “Of course, Officer Eiffel.” Hera said, a quiet tone set.

           “You’re the best. You know that, right?” Eiffel said as he got up and scooted around the figures who still stuttered.

           “I know.” Eiffel could practically hear the smirk in her tone as he searched for something tall enough.

           “Thanks, Hera.” Eiffel mumbled before he exclaimed a happy sound when he found something for the perfect height.

           Hera spoke with quirk of fondness as Selberg’s repeated mantra broke. “I’m always happy to be of assistance, Officer Eiffel.”

                                                       - Le Fini -

[thesims4blogger]

The Sims 4: New Game Patch (January 12th. 2017)

Remove all MODS and Custom Content before updating your game!

Update: 01/12/2017 – PC Version 1.26.96.1010 / Mac Version 1.26.96.1210

Hey Simmers and Simmodlers,

What’s New?

Toddlers.

Wait you skipped right to the what’s ne… what the whaaat?! Toddlers? Toddler toddlers… toddlers? Um, did you just say toddlers?

Perhaps. But the long standing ‘no talk’ of toddlers talk may be toddler blocking me. And, as such I can neither confirm nor deny their tiny toddler toddling presence in this release. I can however, say that any resemblance to a toddler in this toddler release is purely todd-idental… ler.

I am also required by the Toddler Coalition for the Betterment and Care of Toddlerhood to provide a few disclaimers:

For you and your toddler’s safety, please keep all toddlers at least 5 feet from all toddler messaging about toddlers.

In case of fire do not break glass, but grab the nearest toddler and exit the building in an orderly fashion.

Also, for a toddler lasting more than 9 days, turn aging on.

Batteries not included, so feed your toddler.

For identification purposes, this is a toddler: o>-<

Once safe, please take a moment to find the toddlers parents if the toddler was not yours.

Not actual size

Well whew! We’ve just had 24 toddlers already born in these release notes (make that 25). I feel there may be more toddlers on the way… so Woohoo*!

*Woohoo will not directly produce a toddler, but provide for the groundwork for a future toddler.

Argh! So… TELL ME ABOUT TODDLERS already!!!

Ok, ok alright. All things Toddlers…

Let’s start with

“How do you get a Toddler”?

Add your toddler in Create a Sim!

You can add them to a new or existing household through Create a Sim. And customize them as you would any other Sim:

Ok, now that the Caregiver bit is over with… let’s get into the other customization options.

Select their voice, gender, and ASSIGN A RELATIONSHIP

Sorry for the caps, but this is kind of important. Toddlers have a special relationship with caregivers.

Mothers, brothers, fathers, sisters, or anyone you choose via the in game interaction Adopt as Caregiver (found under the toddlers Help… interaction menu) are caregivers.

Being a Caregiver will ensure that the caregiver Sim cares for the toddler, while other Sims may be less inclined to answer the crying calls of your average toddler.

8 new traits to pick from!

Presets for the various toddler body and head parts to assist in your customization, as well as the same ability to modify the body and face parts that other Sims have.

All the same skin tones as adults (yes, Aliens too!)

Plenty of Styled Looks to choose from.

And of course all the usual stuff…

Angelic, Fussy, Silly, Charmer, Independent, Wild, Clingy, and Inquisitive

Does it make sense that that toddler wears an alien sized diaper?

No, no it doesn’t. But, it’s really cute!

Full body outfits, tops, bottoms, socks, leggings, and shoes.

Glasses, hats, hairs (and hair colors), freckles, and teeth.

Did we talk about the new teeth yet?

Yes, teeth for all ages! Head in to Create a Sim, click on your Sims head, click the Face category, and then Teeth to customize your Sims smile.

I like the braces.

Adopt your toddler!

Choose the Household… Adopt option on the computer, to adopt your very own toddler!

They come fully toddler-ized, ready for your snuggles.

Or, if you want to do things the old fashioned way, age up your baby!

It starts with… look it’s a birds and bees thing. There’s a flower, some pollen, and the bee… um, go ask your mom.

So, now you have a toddler…

How do you care for them?

Bathe, and Bubble Bathe them. Be aware of the possible splash back.

With a Potty Chair they can Go Potty, and Ask for Potty Help… or just use their diaper.

Sleep, Nap, Ask to be Read to Sleep or Tucked in, Sit and Chat all on a Toddler Bed.

Toddlers prefer the high chair where they can Ask for Food or Drink, and of course Eat.

Be hugged, snuggled, talked or played with, or listened to.

And of course, non-toddlers will have to Clean the Potty, and Change the Diaper.

But they may find their food more fun than edible.

And as they do ‘things’ they learn skills like communication, movement, thinking, imagination, and potty.

And their caregivers can be available to mentor and help them along.

But they want to have fun to, right?

Of course, and there are many ways for toddlers to have fun, or… not.

They can cry, laugh, yell, and throw a tantrum. Or babble in the mirror, tell stories, talk about dinosaurs, princesses, superheroes, parties, art, the day, their favorite animals, or just Ask Why… over and over and over.

Or play in things, find out what that is, splash in the toilet (hopefully you are a neat Sim), ask to be picked up, or talk to strangers (stranger danger).

Maybe they want to watch toddler videos, play Simshape or Blicblock Baby, draw with llama on the Wabbit Tablet. Or build a tower, study shapes, or ask others to help them build and study with the Nesting Blocks.

They can hit, hug, or talk to their giant stuffed animals.

Read or ask to be read a toddler book.

Look at flash cards, and learn animals, basic needs, letters, or objects.

Play with the toybox toys, and the dollhouse. Dance and listen to music (including the new Lullaby and Kids radio station).

Just to name a few…

Woah, ok… um, I hate to ask but can toddlers…

No, toddlers do not die. They are fireproof.

No, no... NO! I wasn’t… look, I just wanted to know can toddlers…

Yes, they can climb stairs, run and walk – but you’ll have to improve their movement skill.

Stop that, I just wanted to know can toddlers do anything else?

Yes, toddlers can…

…be your little sister or brother, son or daughter. Try your patience. Be loving but a handful. They can take all your time, or be ignored. They can travel with you, or go to daycare. Or you can stay at home, and hire a nanny. They can provide special moments for you and your Sims. And they can grow and learn, as they age up into children, teens, young adults, adults, and eventually elders. They can’t die, but they can be taken away. And ultimately, they can be part of your Sims family, and your stories.

Anything else?

Yes, in addition to toddlers, and I strongly suggest you pick up a couple of these if you intend to have a toddler, you can find the following items in Build Mode under the Kids Room sort (just click on the 3 blocks in the image):

2 Toddler Beds

3 High Chairs

Wabbit Tablet

Nesting Blocks

Chomper the Devourer toy box

A toddler sized Dollhouse

A Bookshelf and 12 toddler books

2 Potty Chairs

6 new toy box toys (bus, kitty, bear, ducky, butterfly, and Tentacle Tom)

And…

2 Curtains, 5 wall decals, a light for floors and a light for ceilings, a dresser, a rug, a wall shelf, an end table, a wall sculpture, a living chair, 4 decorated toddler doors, AND 7 walls and 2 floors.

That sure is a lot. Did you address any issues?

Just a couple, er some, er what is five in the verbal shorthand? And is couple really short for two? It has three extra letters. I’m so confused…

You can now use the Design Tool on a bassinet containing a baby, because sometimes your baby just doesn’t match your room.

Walls can now be built along all four edges of penthouse lots, rather than just three.

We addressed an issue that could cause the game to freeze while playing the Doctor Career or when hiring a Nanny in some languages.

Confident children will no longer get a whim to practice pick-up lines.

We addressed an issue that could cause doors to be stuck ajar.

And you can’t change the baby. Put down the baby safe paint and brush, and just back away.

*childish moment* Playing doctor, hehe.

Your door is ajar.

No, it’s a door.

And on that toddler’ish joke, that’s the update folks. In the time it took you to read these release notes, the following toddlers came to be in the Sims…

Abigail a toddler, Aidan a toddler, Alex a toddler, Alexander a toddler, Allison a toddler, Alyssa a toddler, Andrew a toddler, Anna a toddler, Anthony a toddler, Archer a hog of war, Ariana a venti-toddler, Ashley a toddler, Austin a toddler, Ava a toddler, Avery a toddler, Benjamin a toddler button, Brandon a toddler, Brayden a toddler, Brianna a toddler, Brian not a toddler because he turned aging off and stayed a baby, Caden a toddler, Caleb a toddler, Cameron a toddler, Chloe a toddler danced the tables, Christian a toddler, Christopher a toddler, Connor a toddler, Cruz a toddler, Daniel a toddler, David vs toddler-iath, Dylan a toddler, Elijah would a toddler?, Elizabeth a toddler, Ella a toddler, Emily a toddler, Emma a toddler, Ethan a toddler, Etta at last a toddler, Evan a toddler, Gabriel a toddler, Gavin a toddler, Grace a toddler, Hailey a toddler, Hannah a toddler and her sisters, Hunter a toddler, India a toddler, Isabella-watcha-doin-toddler, Isabelle a toddler, Jack o’toddler, Jackson a toddler, Jacob a climber, James a toddler, Jasmine a toddler, Jayden a toddler, John a toddler, Jonathan a toddler, Jordan a toddler, Joseph a toddler, Joshua a toddler, Julia a toddler, Kaitlyn a toddler, Katherine a toddler, Kayla a toddler, Kaylee a toddler, Kylie a toddler, Kyra a toddler, Lauren a toddler, Lily a toddler, Logan a toddler also known as James, Lucas a toddler, Luke – use the toddler, Mackenzie a toddler, Madeline a toddler made with flour, eggs, lemon, sugar, and vanilla, Madison a toddler and an avenue in a popular board game, Makayla a toddler, Mason a free-toddler, Matthew a toddler, Maya a toddler, Megan a toddler, Mia a toddler, Michael a toddler, Morgan a toddler, Natalie a toddler, Nathan an uncharted toddler, Nicolas a toddler, Noah a toddler on an ark, Olivia a toddler-newton-john, Owen a toddler, Plum a toddler, Rachel we miss you a toddler, Riley a toddler, Rosemary’s toddler, Ryan a toddler, Samantha b toddler, Samuel a toddler on snakes, Sarah a toddler, Savanna a plain toddler, Sean a toddler, Sophia a toddler, Sydney a toddler-mate, Taylor a toddler, Thomas a toddler, TK-421 a trooper, Toddler a toddler, Tyler a toddler, William a tell-toddler, Zachary a toddler, and Zoe a toddler.

We look forward to your stories, and we wonder who your toddler will be?

-SimGuruGnome’dler

[forbidding-souda]

If you can, I'd like to request an Ultimate Spirit Medium S/O, summoning the spirit of the deceased drv3 characters? It can be blackened or killed, I don't mind. I dont mind if you only do a few, I'd be happy if you did this at all tbh-

SHSL Spirit Medium S/O conjuring up deceased DRV3 characters

WOAH you bet your bottom I will!!! I chose my fav DRV3 characters and I made it so they could see them too bc story writing *~*

Spoilers btw lolz

-Mod Souda

Rantarou Amami

Your fingers dance around the candle. Such a fire hazard. But you need it near. You need it.

Placed in between two bookshelves, right between your legs, is a simple white candle. Your posture is nothing short of perfect. You have to do this precisely. There’s no way you would forgive yourself if you mess up.

You take a deep breath, “I never thought I would have to beg for you to talk to me. You always seemed to be there. No matter what. So how about now?”

Still, you are met with silence. The wick flickers, noting a presence. But no one showed up.

There are a lot of different books around you, a lot of them with a spine hinting towards geography, which you find almost sickening. Such a horrible place for him to die.

“That was begging for you?”

The sound runs a shiver down your spine. The sense of familiarity is uncanny in this situation, even though you were the one that searched it out.

But there he was, sitting behind your candle, resting his hands on his knees.

He leans forward, a bit, trying to get as close as he can without overstepping the underworlds’ boundaries. “You miss me enough to contact me? Well... I should be flattered, huh?”

You laugh. The heavy weight in your throat doesn’t go away, no matter how happy you feel.

“Why do you sound so surprised? Don’t act like you don’t want to see me.” You furrow your eyebrows at the thought. He always thought your talent was a gift brought by despair. People come to you in their sadness, looking for acceptance. It uneases him a bit to think that you are desperate enough to use it to contact him.

He doesn’t respond immediately, and instead, offers you a small smile. “It’s good to see you, S/O.”

Kaede Akamatsu

With your fingers dazing over the piano, you play a every octave’s C and G. If only she lived long enough to teach you a song.

You are grateful to have known her as long as you have. She was kind, optimistic, and a bit flirty. 

Everyone knew you were close with her. You would always trail behind her, eager to assist. 

It was just something in her eyes. Something lively. She could never be a killer.

Her death wasn’t flattering to her person. Hopefully she isn’t the type of spirit that clings to this realm.

You don’t know if you could face her if she was.

“Kaede Akamatsu, come play me a song.” 

Moving your hands, you direct them to the bass section of the piano. “Please.”

The sound of the treble notes singing their tune appeared faster than her ghostly figure did.

After a second of contemplation, you find yourself leaning your shoulder against hers. It holds. 

You shake your head. “You’ve been waiting for me to call you, haven’t you?”

“Oh, of course I have! I knew you’d figure it out soon enough.”

Her blonde hair lacks its usual vibrance. 

She adds as the music stops, “I’ll be here if you ever need me, S/O. I’ll always be here for you.”

Your hands clench into fists. She did not need to stay. It almost seems unfair. 

So god damn unfair.

“If that’s what you want then I guess I’ll comply,” you nod with your eyes close. “For now, how about you teach me a song?”

“Oh?” She doesn’t add much after that. Perhaps her mind is filled with lessons to teach. Or else she is running your undoubtably passive aggressive words through her head.

“Alright,” she coos in a sing-songy voice. Her usual smile covers her phantom face. “Try and keep up!”

Angie Yonaga

“I doubt you even want to come back.” You whisper, to hardly anyone, as you sit alone in the art room. “I want to think you have been missing me. But talking to spirits isn’t a usual practice in your religion, is it? I wish you were here to educate me.”

You passion for art isn’t nearly as intense as hers. But being in this room definitely inspires you. What would she be creating if she were here right now? You mumble the question out loud, fingering the paint brushes.

“I think I’d be creating a masterful art piece of your cute little face!” She coos, spinning on her tip toes around the room. Her white hair bounces in the air like she has no problem in the world.

You stiff, watching her dance. Of course, you think, of course she is happy. It shouldn’t have surprised you.

“You think I’m cute?” You tease, turning to face her completely.

A small giggle leaves her lips as she skips up to you, touching both of your cheeks with her hands. There’s almost a feeling.

“I think your beauty is everlasting, dearest S/O.”

The heart in your chest starts beating faster, and the butterflies in your stomach grow more intense. How selfless of her. 

You shake your head, trying to relieve you constant seriousness. You should be happy, put a smile on your face for her. 

“I think your beauty is the one that is everlasting, Angie.” You tease.

Shinguuji Korekiyo

You feel almost embarrassed to call upon him. It’s a bit tasteless, isn’t it?

And a few steps below ironic.

It takes longer than it should to be able to conjure up an image of him. Based entirely on whether or not you think it’s appropriate. Will he even entertain you enough to come?

You look over to the masks on his wall before pursing your lips. He’s here.

You ask. “Are you going to say hello?”

“This is quite an occasion.”

Certainly is, you mock agree.

Without his mask, he looks extremely different. You’re not too used to seeing him like that. Bare. Exposed. And at peace. 

You hug him, arms almost phasing through his distance body. 

His eyes widen, a bit caught off guard at the affection. There no way you were not this distressed with his death? It opposed the way the two of you got along in the first place.

“My love...” he trails off, letting his bandages hands go through your hair.

There’s a moment where everything around you goes quiet. His eyes dance around his room. It doesn’t look too different. Except his bed is unmade. Have you been sleeping in it?

He continues. “You are strong. You will do well without me, I promise. Feel no burden over what has been done.”

“I don’t.” You reply, almost too quickly for his liking. “I just really wanted to see you.”

He grins, placing his hands on your shoulders to pull you back. “Then I will make this moment the best in your life.” 

Your expression relaxes, the tears fighting to appear subsiding for the moment. You nod. “Thank you.”

[forbidding-souda]

Hello there! If I got it right, you're doing a prompt request? So, if yes, can I have some Kazu x reader and Hiro x reader with prompts 18+40? I just,,, feel like it'll be very neat. Thank you for your blog and works!! And for amount of a best boi Kazu on your blog!!! and sry if i misunderstood your reblog of prompts eheh......

18: “I’d do anything for you” with Kazuichi Souda 40: “I’m too afraid to fall in love” with Hagakure Yasuhiro

You got it right! I’ve actually never seen someone call him Kazu before, it’s so cute oml I love it. Your mind is so large for picking 18 with Kazu btw. I love this and I love you!! Team Kazu!!!

If you’re reading this - I also didn’t spell check this one so hopefully I didn’t make any pronoun or grammar mistakes. :D

-Mod Souda

Kazuichi Souda

Thunk, thunk. You drag your suitcase up the stairs, both of your shoulders occupied by colorful backpacks.

You lived far away from Hope’s Peak, of course, so you decided to move closer.

This means carrying all the stuff you brought.

Which was everything.

Your arms ached, as you are not the most hardworking person out there, and you definitely would rather pay a butler to do it.

“Woah, hey there!” A cheery voice calls out. When you turn to look, you don’t recognize him. Is he calling to someone else?

“Do you need help carrying all that?” So he is talking to you. His beady, pink iris’s meet yours, and for a second, your heart skips a beat.

But you play it off.

“I most certainly do!” You respond, letting his pale hands take the suitcase away from you. He’s even kind enough to slip one of your backpacks over his shoulders.

You can see his collarbones through his jumper, and how his face is angled and sharp.

Strong hands too.

And he helped you to your room, spending his time casually flirting.

Which you don’t pick up at all.

Then you say you are going to Hopes Peak and he !!!

“I’m going there too!”

Oh thank god at least you will recognize someone in the halls.

Ever since then, now that he knows where you live, he has taken it upon himself to walk you to school.

He likes doing kind things for you, things like opening the door and whatnot.

It makes him happy to see you smile.

And one day you’ll be feeling down, a solid 5/10, with your headphones on and your gaze to the floor.

He contemplates what to do, his brain is filled with ideas. If he buys you something, will it make it obvious that he likes you? He doesn’t exactly think he’s being subtle about it, but you were responding normally to his advances.

He spends so much time thinking about it that he doesn’t realize you both are already in the classroom.

You sit down, your cheek rested on your palm and your breathes slow and heavy.

Kazuichi can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. He watches you steadily, observing the way you move, trying to figure out what’s wrong.

Sonia even asks him what’s wrong, wondering if he’s gone ill or something, and he will casually brush off her worries and reassure her.

He pauses though, and then asks her what cheers her up when she’s down.

She puts a finger to her cheek, her soft smile still occupying her face as she thinks of an answer. “Maybe just spending time with all my friends!

“D-Does it work with anyone?” He whispers, in case you are listening in on the conversation. Sonia lets out a laugh and clasps her hands together, “I think everyone likes hanging out with their friends.”

He makes a note of all the things he would make you do after class ends. What about a picnic? Or going on a walk through the city?

Mentally he slaps himself. Those are all romantic things! What do friends do?

By the time class ends, he has definitely planned everything.

Is what he thinks.

But you leave first, making him panic!

Are you... mad at him for something? The thought hasn’t even crossed his mind.

Oh no, did he say something to make you upset without realizing it? He was always afraid of that.

When he walks outside he sees you by the door, waiting for him.

He freaked out over nothing! Wow, you can’t believe he overthought it.

“Ahaha, I thought you left me!”

You give him a small smile, “Eh, I thought about it.” With a tiny laugh, you turn and head down the hall.

“W-Wait, S/O!”

You turn, looking at him with bright eyes. It makes his heart melt.

“I just... how about we go for a walk today! Like, the two of us?”

Great job trying to be platonic, Kazuichi!

Of course you agree, because you would rather hang out with him than do basically anything. Extra time with him is worth it!

Once you two reach the trees, he cheerfully turns to face you. “Shall I carry your bag for you?”

Thoughtlessly, your hand goes to grip it tighter. “No, you don’t need to do that for me, I’m okay!”

“Oh please,” he teases, “I’d do anything for you!”

Your cheeks heat up, but you reluctantly pass over your bag anyways. His gaze falls onto your face, but you’re too embarrassed to look back at him.

His bumps his shoulder with yours. “You know that I am being honest, right?"

“I like you a lot, Kazuichi.”

Hm?

His brain lags and he stops walking.

“Yo-You like me? Like romantically or platonically, you know I can’t tell!”

You just smile at him, “I know I’ve been mopey all day but it’s just because I’ve been planning on telling you! Sorry if I scared you, Kaz!”

His eyes nearly forms into hearts.

He sighs in relief, “thank god because all day I’ve been worrying about how to cheer you up!”

“How about a kiss?”

Is this even real?

Is he dreaming?

He answers you, but not verbally.

Hagakure Yasuhiro

He watches you, keeping his eye on you as you doodle on the counter you work behind.

He has been stalking the aisles for at least an hour now, picking up worthless things.

Mostly snacks.

Quite the money savers.

He visits that corner store often, and will automatically leave if you aren’t sitting their behind the counter.

Though, you seem to always be.

You glance up, again, and look at him.

!!!!

He hides behind the shelves again.

“Hey,” you call out.

Oh no, he’s busted!

His heart is beating out of his chest. He can’t believe you noticed him.

But of course you noticed the man stalking around in your shop for nearly an hour.

“I’m not mad, I’m just curious.” Your voice coos out.

When he peeks over to you he sees your face, resting in the palm of your hand, and your mischievous looking eyes.

“Yeah, I’m just bad at shopping, you know?” He tries to excuse himself. While he talks, he talks steps closer to you, until you both only have a counter between you.

You watch him shift the weight between his feet, uncomfortably. You hide your laugh. “What’s your name?”

“Ehh... Yasuhiro.”

“Okay, what do you do, Yasuhiro? I see you in here a lot. Are you a construction worker? Clergyman?”

“I’m a clairvoyant.”

He seems almost embarrassed to say it.

The way you talk, the way you express yourself, is just so relaxed.

You’re intimidating to him.

Little does he know is that, internally you are a flustered mess.

You prop yourself up, eyes widen in pleasant surprise. “A clairvoyant? For real?”

Your excitement makes him feel a lot better, giving him the confidence he always lacks.

“Of course! Maybe next time I should bring my crystal ball in, eh?”

A crystal ball? He’s so cool! What if he gave you a reading?

Your cheeks heat up when you think about what your future looks like.

Would it be good? Hopefully.

He puts a hand on his chest, resting it directly onto his heart.

“Maybe I should give you a reading. The first one will be free but you’ll have to pay for the rest of them!”

You give him a small laugh. “I doubt I would need more than one, let’s see how good you are.”

As he walks home, he can’t stop thinking how excited he is. Tomorrow he’ll show you his talent! Even if it has a 30% of amazing you!

The next day he arrives, crystal ball in hand, only to find you missing behind the counter.

You tricked him, didn’t you? He should have seen it coming from the evil gaze you gave him.

He steps outside and gets distracted by someone calling his name...

And there he sees you, standing in front of the sun with a book bag around your shoulder.

“Aw, you didn’t think I’d leave, did you?”

His heart flutters, bursting alive out of his chest.

The warm colors of the sky; orange and yellow hues; highlight your figure as you walk past him. “Come on now, let’s go.”

You blow his mind! 

He doesn’t even know where you are leading him, he just follows behind you with his crystal ball tucked safely in his palms.

Eventually, he realizes, you are taking him to a nearby playground with a patch of grass and large, shady trees.

And in your book bag is a thin blanket for you both to sit on.

He sits with his legs crossed and you sit on your knees.

Excitement trickles through your bones but you try not to hide it.

You’re bad at hiding it, though, because you have a goofy smile on your face.

“Put your hands over it so it can absorb your energy.” He instructs. 

Following his orders, you begin to focus your energy into your palms, wondering if the power is even real or not.

You’d like to believe, but you’ve never seen it for yourself.

And when you feel complete, he closes his eyes, humming to himself before glancing into the ball.

Impatient, you are, and you almost jump him for the answers.

But he takes his time trying to interpret what the colors he is seeing mean.

“Ehm... so if I’m getting this straight... there are new awakenings coming to you that are very positive, indicating a new love... and or friendship... and or... I don’t know, something like that.”

His eyes glanced all over your face to see your reaction.

He is basically on a date with someone cute...

Date?

Is this a date?! He didn’t even realize! And he didn’t even wear his formal clothes!

“Oh, that’s interesting... love?” You ask, covering your mouth with your hand. “I don’t think I like that very much.”

His eyebrows furrow. “You don’t like love?”

An unease swoops in, overlaying the once bright coversation.

“I guess I don’t... I mean, I love my friends! It’s just... romance.”

He chuckles, trying to pry himself out of the situation he was forced into.

“Romance isn’t that bad! I mean, it can be cute sometimes.”

His words linger in your brain.

“Cute...”

He sits in silence, watching your eyebrows twitch and your lips part while you think.

Eventually, you just laugh into your fingers and eye him.

“I’m too afraid to fall in love.”

He responds quickly, nervous about saying things that are accidentally flirty. “Well, hopefully it’s easier this time around.”

You nod to him, smiling. “I’ll keep that in mind, Yasuhiro.”

His name flows easily from your lips, making him melt.

He sits up, fast, coming to his senses. “Right, the next reading--”

“Isn’t free, I remember that.” You wave him off.

He expected you to stand him, to thank him for the reading and be on your way.

But you stayed, looking at him with awe in your eyes.

Until your face heats and you rustle around in your bag. “I...I brought snacks, for us.”

When he doesn’t respond, you look up with soft eyes.

“For our date... okay?”