#the scammer didn’t know of course

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Every time I let my guard down, I’ll get one of those fucking texts. “Your package couldn’t be delivered” THE USPS DOESN’T SEND TEXTS LIKE THAT, THE USPS WEBSITE HAS .gov AND YOU ARE USING A FUCKING HOTMAIL ADDRESS! You thought you could catch my ass when I was waiting for a package, no, I actually double check with the usps website. You thought you could take advantage of my slight panic response, and you almost got me ONCE when the text woke me up, but i caught on… I have forgor how to report these people though O_O I reported the first guy out of spite for waking me up but now it’s such a pain

[aventurineswife]

Can you do Aventurine, Sampo, Ratio and Jing Yuan react that reader has turned into a kitten?

At first, they didn't know that reader has turned into a kitten until reader tried to show the evidence

Cat-kitty-cat, Cat-kitty-cat

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Ratio x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Fluff, Humor, Kitten!Reader, Soft Moments, Lighthearted, Playful Interactions.

A/N: KITTYYYUHHHHH!!!

The warm light of the floor glimmered off Aventurine’s rose-tinted glasses as he sat in his office, shuffling a deck of cards with practiced ease. The quiet knock at the door didn’t faze him; he expected one of his assistants.

“Come in,” he called, but the door remained shut. His brows furrowed. “Hello?”

A muffled meow answered, faint and uncertain. He rose, smoothing the fur trim of his coat before opening the door, only to find nothing. Another meow had him glance down, where a kitten with fur as soft as his fur trim stared up at him, eyes wide with urgency.

Aventurine crouched, an intrigued smile curling his lips. “Well, aren’t you a peculiar little gambler?” he mused, reaching out to pick up the kitten. It immediately pawed at the rims of his glasses, tugging them slightly askew.

“Hey now,” he chuckled, “those aren’t a toy.” But as the kitten batted at his bracelet with a strangely familiar persistence, realization struck. His smile faltered, replaced by genuine shock.

“...Wait. Is that you?” he whispered, his fingers brushing over your tiny head. The kitten’s insistent nod and another urgent meow confirmed it. Aventurine’s laughter broke the tension, a mix of amusement and disbelief.

“Well, love, you’ve really raised the stakes this time. Don’t worry,” he said, cradling you against his chest, “we’ll figure this out. But first—how do you feel about poker?”

The merchant whistled a jaunty tune, inspecting his latest haul in a dimly lit backroom. A soft thud made him pause, his eyes darting to the source. There, amidst the scattered goods, a small kitten struggled to climb out of a wooden crate.

Sampo knelt, laughing under his breath. “Aw, did I accidentally ship you in a box? Poor little one.” He scooped you up, but froze as the kitten squirmed, reaching for his face with a familiar urgency.

“...Hey, wait a second,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes. The realization hit when you swatted his nose with deliberate intent. “No way. Is this some kinda joke?”

You yowled, smacking at the silver cuff on his ear. Recognition dawned, and Sampo barked out a laugh so loud it startled you.

“Well, well, this is a twist! You’re cuter than I expected,” he teased, holding you up to eye level. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix this. For a small fee, of course. But hey, this could be great for business! Ever heard of the world’s only scammer cat?”

The library was quiet, save for the soft rustle of papers and the occasional sigh from Ratio as he poured over ancient texts. He was lost in thought when a soft thump on the table pulled his focus.

There, atop his meticulous notes, sat a small kitten, staring at him with an intensity that rivaled his own. Ratio’s eyes narrowed. “What is this nonsense?”

The kitten didn’t back down. Instead, it batted at the straps of his arm braces, its persistence strikingly familiar. Ratio tilted his head, studying you with growing suspicion.

“You’re far too bold for a common feline,” he remarked, leaning closer. “Those eyes… Wait.” His tone sharpened. “Is that you?”

You responded with an annoyed meow, pawing at the jewel on his vest. Ratio’s brows furrowed, a rare flush of embarrassment coloring his cheeks.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “First, ignorance plagues the universe. Now, this. Fine. Stay still while I calculate a solution—and stay off my notes.”

Jing Yuan was enjoying a rare moment of leisure, sipping tea. A soft meow interrupted the peace, and Jing Yuan turned to find a small kitten attempting to climb him.

“Well, what do we have here?” he said, his eyes warm with amusement. He gently picked you up, cradling you in his hands. “A brave little one, aren’t you?”

As you squirmed, pawing at on his hip, Jing Yuan chuckled. But then he noticed something—your eyes.

“...No,” he murmured, his smile fading. “Can it be?” When you gave a frustrated meow and nuzzled his palm, recognition bloomed.

Jing Yuan sighed, stroking your tiny head. “Ah, so this is what has become of you. How unfortunate.” He set you down gently, his calm demeanor masking his concern. “Worry not—I’ll ensure you’re returned to your proper form. But for now, consider this a lesson in humility, my small friend.”

He leaned back, a soft smile returning to his lips. “Though I must admit, you make a rather adorable kitten.”

[inupibaldspot]

From you, For him

| Part 2 of At him, For him

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : Normal like no curse and stuff AU where Gojo is in love with Geto’s lover but this time he has the chance to change everything. This contains time travel!

I wrote it in a way you can understand what’s happening even if your don’t read part 1 btw

·:*¨༺ Part 1 ༻¨*:·

Gojo Satoru feels as if he can’t breathe.

He inhales. His chest hurts and he has a horrible attempt at keeping his glazing eyes in check as he fakes a smile and claps his hands together; there was a blur silhouette of Geto and you in a distance in tears ,both wearing matching rings.

“Woah—! Congratulations you two.” Shoko smiles wildly as she brings her hands close to her mouth,cheering. She briefly turns to Gojo and looks back at the couple. “Keep it together,Gojo… you’ve done that for years so why bother showing it now.”

Gojo lets out a laugh. “How cruel…” of course Shoko knows he has had this unrequited love for years. He breathes out. “I’ll head out for a second.”

Shoko nods as she reaches out and puts a cigarette and lighter in his pocket. He mutters a ‘thanks’ as he opens the door, cold breeze immediately greeting him. He breaths in again as his hands search for warmth in his pockets, turning to the alleyway.

Once when he is secluded, he brings out the piece of cigarette Shoko handed him earlier as he places it in between his lips, his hands bringing up the lighter with one on the lighter as the other hand wraps to protect the small flame.

He did not smoke often—more like he didn’t even the last last time he did. Gojo sucks in a breath, his throat feels hot but his chest is lighter, no-he remembers smoking back in high school simply because of Shoko and Geto. His only two friends would leave him for smoke breaks and he didn’t want to be left alone so he simply picked up the habit. 

Gojo quit after he met you since he didn’t feel the need to tag along Geto and Shoko anymore.

Somewhere in between college,meeting you and now, he didn’t seem to care anymore.

“Hey kid.”

“Fuck!” Gojo jumps, his teeth biting into the cigarette as his eyes glare sharply in the direction of the sound. A man sits along the far end of the alley way, away from him.

The white haired man contains his jumped heartbeat as he walks over the man who called him over. His eyes trail the dress he wore; it was a traditional dark piece of clothing and beads around his hand. This man was cosplaying as a Priest. 

He didn’t say the word ‘cosplay’ lightly because first, to begin with, the man in front had a ‘magic ball’ in front of him as if he was waiting for people to share their future and second, he wasn’t too serious because boy—! That monk had thick hair on his head, not the shaven look you’d normally see.

Gojo met scammers; near the shopping center, outside popular restaurant and tourist attractions, by his house ringing on his doorbell and right now, infront of him.

“What‘cha gonna tell me,old man.” Gojo says as he peers in, with also taking in a puff of smoke. “That I’ll be having a wife and two kids in my 30s… If it’s not that, it means one of you is lying.” By ‘one of you‘ refers to the scammer-I mean fortune teller he let in his house because he was bored. 

“Hahaha-! That’s not it.” The man laughs as he faces Gojo directly, it was then when he finally notices a stitch mark which stretches across his forehead. “Just wondering if you’d ever regretted things… ‘things’ which you wished you could go back and change..”

Gojo laughs as he drops the half-piece of cigarette on the ground, stomping on it. No long interested. “Of course. I still wish I could go back in time and not erase my answers because my teacher made all the answers to the MCQ ‘c’ just when I didn’t study.” 

Fuck—just why did Yaga REALLY do that? Gojo thinks back at the thought.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Gojo turns when he hears the man speak. 

The man stands close—very close to him as his hands were making a V-sign (a peace sign) , fingers pointed near his eyes before the old man was stabbed into his eyes.

“Oh my god— shit! That hurt, old man.” Gojo places his hands on his eyes as he tries to soothe the pain from it. “What are you trying to do—huh…?”

He blinks once.

Twice.

He takes a deep breath. ‘It’s fine.’ He thinks to himself. ‘I’ve just lost my mind a tiny bit because y/n and Suguru are getting married.’

Gojo let out the breath and opened his eyes. Same scene. He was by a tree, near a building; he remembered this place being behind the building for the Class 1-3 who were studying the normal curriculum whereas advanced classes of class 4-5 students were in another building. 

“What the actual heck is happening?” Gojo grumbles as he looks at the calendar on his phone. He was back in high school. He was sent back in time by about 7 years. “Fuck… I guess that man wasn’t a quack….”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“That’s why I need you to help.” You wiggled your toes in your shoes as you stand, smiling. The teacher,Yaga Masamichi, was in front of you, sitting on his chair as he continued to talk- maybe complain would be a better word- about a certain boy from the advanced class. “The boy is smart but he lacks discipline! He needs someone as hardworking as you and maybe it’ll rub on to him.”

You’ve heard of Gojo Satoru. You’ve never seen him but he was very infamous in high school . First, for being the son of the Gojo Estate. Two, for being a very tall, conventionally attractive boy. Third, for being a delinquent. 

And that last part bothers you a lot, you’ve heard him get into fights, rumors of him smoking along the alleyway, ripping love letters into pieces and recently he skipped over all his tests making him fail his mid-terms. 

You gulp. Hope he doesn’t beat you up… 

Just then the door to the staff room slides open. You see enter, he was tall with white hair and lashes and the eyes in the most beautiful shade. No way this was Gojo right? He was so— beautiful.

Did he just make eye contact with you?

“Gojo come here.” Yaga calls out as he huffs. Gojo clears his throat as he walks to the teacher. When he was close enough Yaga continued. “This is y/n and I’m assigned to be your teacher. She’ll make sure you get all your works done plus make you study for the reassessment for the exam you skipped on.”

You watch Gojo who was towering beside you raise his hands and brought it up to his face, but from the angle you see the upward turn on the corner of his lips. Why was he smiling?

“Isn’t this -he points at you- from the normal department?” You huff when you were referred to as ‘this’. “You sure she is smart?”

“Don’t mess with y/n just because she isn’t from the advanced class— And also! In the last exam she was placed third overall , right below Suguru.” Yaga shouted back.

Your eyes trail back to him when the boy beside you seemed to still, You’ve heard of Geto Suguru too. Apparently a boy from the advanced class who was also popular for his good looks. But not only that— he had a delicate aura around him which makes people like him and to add on he was very much academically smart.

Gojo lets out a breath, as if it were more of an amazement in your opinion. You watch him take a small step back as he turns around and gives you a smile, god was unfair when he crafted this smile. “Then please take care of me, my tutor.” His face was close to yours.

‘My.’ You face almost burst with heat.

“Gojo stop bothering y/n.”

“Ouch—! That hurt sensei.”

Ever since then, once you hear the bell ring indicating school was over for the day, there would be Gojo poking his head into your class with a boyish grin plastered on his face, he takes your book-filled bag, slings it over his shoulder as you guys would walk to the library.

He sometimes passes by your classroom which is in the opposite building whenever he wants to go to the restroom in between classes—I mean he never did specify which restroom, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

And when he does, his gaze flickered towards you, taking in the way your gaze reflected the warm sun from outside.It becomes clear to Gojo then that even now, despite everything—in between ever but of confusion, anger and guilt, he doesn't actually want to lose you. To his best friend. To anyone else.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Warm.

The way the curtains fluttered from the gentle wind, letting in a cool breeze and a glow of the evening sun and you. You sitting not even an arm's length away and just like the pace of his heart which picked up, pushing every worry he could still have further and further away because there was no space for those in that moment.

There was just you. And he could feel your presence a lot closer now, her warmth not far away from him.

God, you were beautiful.

So beautiful, he would not mind spending the rest of his life memorizing each feature belonging of yours.

“Stop staring at me.” You let down the pen you were holding, looking away from your homework.

“I can’t stop.” He admitted.

You huff, the smirk on Gojo widened as he could see a faint color rush to your cheeks. “Just do your work…” you wave him off as you grumble.

“I’m already done,love.” He continues his teasing.

You pink as you let out a small shriek at the nickname; you rush close to him as you cover your hands on his mouth. “Shut up—Gojo, I don’t want to be murdered by your fangirls because of this.”

He pecks your hands by pursing his lips forward, into the palm of your hands making you shriek once more pulling away.

“Gojo!” You glare at him as you reach your hands out and comically wipe your hands on his blazer as he laughs at your reaction. He leans forward as he looks at your books. “What’s this?” He asks.

“Ah…” you say as you bring out a book closer to him. “I’m studying for my entrance exam for this university.”

“Already?” But that’s like months away.

“Yeah.” Your voice is laced with a smile, gojo almost sees shining glitters surrounding you. “It’s like… kind of my dream as a kid to go here.”

Gojo laughs at how adorable you sounded. “Why that university though?”

“My parents-“ you turn almost too quickly to face him but then you stop yourself as you clear your throat. “My parents went there and that’s how they met and fell in love.”

“Ah…” Just like you and Geto… His heart pains again as he is reminded.

You bend down as you lean your head on the table, letting out a sigh with your hands on your sides. “I hope I get in though…”

“You will.” He says confidently. He knows you will. “Nerds like you will get in.”

“Gojo, I’m not a nerd.”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

“I’m not princess either!”

“Sure thing, love.”

“Oh— Gojo,stop that!”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“I need you to be serious, Satoru!”

He listens to you shout, even without turning to your direction he could basically sense you ‘huffing and puffing’, a habit you took till adulthood. He reaches out into the bushes, pushing the leaves away. “I am—! Sheesh, let me breathe.” Gojo laughs.

You two were currently near the patch of grass by the football ground; you had lost your key to the music club room—a room which was basically unused but you guys needed a room so you two can continue on with your study lessons. 

You bend to look over the bushes while Gojo does around the bushes checking every shrub. “Oh lucky— someone’s cigarette and lighter is hidden  here.” His smile widens as he reaches out for the gift, someone had kept here. “Satoru, don’t steal others' stash.” He puts it down upon hearing your words.

“So this where you go after classes,Satoru?”

He knew it was inevitable but he hoped he could extend it for as long as he could.

In front of him, holding a key was Geto Suguru, smiling at him with Shoko, a lollipop in her mouth peers over from beside him. “What you doing?”

Geto throws him the key at him which is catches instantly.He wanted the two of his friends meet you but he selfishly hoped it would be after like maybe, after you and Gojo date. Wow—what an optimistic! Gojo gulps, afterall what would he do if the two of you fall in love again? 

“You found it!” You jump, unaware that the two figures were his friends. You turn your head to look at him, at him. Despite Geto Suguru standing near you, you looked at Gojo. The white haired boy’s heart pulsed, the slow and steady pump now erratic and heavy with emotions. Just you looking at him with a smile, at him like he was the only one on the planet m. For the first time.

“Who is this?” Shoko says as walks to to the bush and sticks her hands in. You laugh. “That cigarette was yours?” Shoko nods.

“This… this is y/n.” Gojo grumbles, speaking low. “She is helping me with my reassessment.”

“That’s what you get for skipping assignments and test.” Shoko teases. 

Geto laughs.

Gojo eyes at your reaction and sighs in relief when you were still acting the same. Thank god, there was nothing of that ‘love at first sight’ going on. “I don’t need to take those test.Even Yaga knows I’m smart.”

Your roll your eyes. “I guess we won’t have those study sessions of now on, Gojo.”

“Wha— no! I need it.” Gojo jumps, as he comically starts shaking you, as if he got the most shocking news of the century. “No- nope! You can’t do that. I need you—!”

“Geto, let’s get going now.” She turns. Shoko looks over to Gojo, they make eye contact and the brown hair girl smiles. 

He knows that smile. 

That’s the smile Shoko gives when ever she figures out something. And equipped with a teasing look, Gojo is certain she knows that he is in love with you. “Good luck,Gojo.” With his studies or with you? Geto gives you guys a wave as he also turns around and walks way. 

From then onwards, it’s as if the friendship which you guys have in the future,college days were happening now. Hanging out, study sessions, sometimes sneaking into parties and café date; the four of you. Just like right now as you’re in Gojo’s room, a flat rented nearby your future college.

“No way.” Shoko starts. “We’re all going to be attending the same college.” Her smile widens when you cheer and jump into her arms, she quickly looks over and sees a fond smile on Gojo’s face…hilarious!

Geto laughs as he takes a sip on his coffee as the two girls snuggle closer to each other. “Did you know about this?” He peers over to Gojo who finally seemed broken from his trance—you.

Gojo nods. “Yeah… I mean I’ve seen her study for her exams.” He clears his throat. “Have you played the new ‘digimon’ game?” He changes topic, whenever Geto speaks of you or to you, it makes him feel small. This isn’t good. He relishes this yet it was suffocation. Gojo would never hate his best friend—never, but sometimes it’s insecurity and sometimes it’s guilt which swallows him whole. ‘Is this okay?’ 

Shoko breaks away from the hug and she pulls on your cheeks fondly, she thinks you’re the most adorable human as she turns to Geto. “Smoke break.” Geto smiles and nods, following behind Shoko who led the way.

Gojo turns to you, eyes carefully trying to take in your presence that is before he notices something—your eyes are ‘lingering.’ He follows your gaze, carefully in the direction.

You were looking at Geto.

All emotions are wiped from his face. Gojo knew this could happen, you can fall in love with Geto all over again. He was the one who was messing with fate and time, yet— it hurt.

You turn to Gojo, your face tilts up to meet his gaze as your lips turn into a teasing smile which quickly flatters when you see Gojo’s expression. Your heart settles and softens, you relax and reach over the table to grab one of his hands. “…Satoru?”

He turns to you, and smiles. “Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

“No…just thinking.”

You gulp wondering why it felt as if suddenly there was a huge rift when they were barely centimeters apart; for someone as big as Gojo his voice was so—so small. “…About?” You were almost scared to ask.

“Are you in love with Suguru?” Gojo beats himself for this, he has gone and done it now! 

You tilt your head. “where did that come from?”

“Friends don’t give each other love-filled lingering looks.” He scoffs. “So tell me-“ no he was being pushy. Gojo felt so backed into a corner for a moment but when he locked eyes with you, he was hurting you with the way he was acting.

He stands up. “I think I need some fresh air.”

“If I did love him, what would you do?” 

Were you testing him? 

“Please—please don’t fall for anyone but me…” he mumbles.

You watch as he slumps down on the floor, on his knees, burying his face into his hands, curling up almost as if to protect himself. Gojo is no longer confident egoistic boy you know, right now he seemed so weak; as if he was tired after a long journey. “I have surrendered myself to you for all of time; past, present and future I am yours…”

Your head is dizzy with all this information. You need time, you need clarity. Gojo feels like he is losing himself in his thoughts and also rambles with no coherence to what his mind has to say. “I don’t know what do do with this emotion but if I try to stop them they overflow and-” 

His heart seemed to thud to a stop in his chest and then start up again erratically, hands seemed to be incapable of doing anything other than hang close by his sides.

“Satoru, I love you…” you whisper and it is only then when he realizes you were also on your knees in front of him, thumbs wiping tears from his cheeks. “I’m sorry for joking— I don’t love Geto. It’s you I love. Don’t hate me?”

How can he hate you when you were still his everything: you were his everything even when you were intertwining hands with someone else?

“It’s me?” He breathes out. “Did you say you’re in love with me?” 

You nod.

“Oh wow.” He says which makes you laugh.

“I love you…” He says, years of these words inside the depth of his heart, was dug out. “From the bottom of my soul, I’m head over heels for you, my love.”

You almost cry at his tone, so gentle.

He caresses your hair, tenderly, running his fingers through the soft, silky strands. When he eventually has his hands on your cheeks; your cheeks flushing as he gazes at you, captivated by your presence. Your eyes sparkle with wonder, your lips plush and rosy. 

You are flawless, perfect in this moment and beautiful in his embrace.

Gojo didn’t even realize when he started to get so close to you. His lips pressed against her pulse in a kiss before he nipped the skin.His limbs burned where he touched you, you were warm. So it was cold after all, he realized somewhere along the line. His hands were freezing, clinging to your lower back. 

Gojo wants to stay like this, holding you for a minute longer or forever.

A whisper in his head was telling him to let go—that it wasn’t right, but Gojo wouldn't. He was hanging onto a life line, it hurt, but if he let go now, he would drown.

Gojo was vulnerable. And you kiss him back. Kiss him till he is fine. Kiss him until all his worries fly— till he understands, you are equally so stupidly in love with him. 

Unbeknownst to you two, Shoko peeks over inside the door, a small crack reveals what’s inside “You think they’re done?”

Geto laughs. “Of course not…but give them more time and they’ll be in bed.”

Shoko laughs lightly making sure she isn’t spotted yet as she then peers over to the taller boy beside her. “What about you? You good?”

“Yeah… it was just a crush.”  Geto looked at Shoko from the corner of his eyes and his lips curl into a smile. Shoko was always so observant. 

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[backwzzds]

Toji getting out jail and showing us some appreciation 🙈🙈

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ daddy’s home, toji fushiguro (nsfw)

omg bc prison bf!toji would be something interesting.

the story would be that before prison, toji was the ORIGINAL scammer. all these mfs his sons forreal. of course with being a hired professional hitman, it came with its financial perks, all of which he’d used to spoil his pretty little princess.

you lived comfortably well. you’d known toji since he was just a bum scrounging for any type of work, so you actually got to see the come up frfr. though you’ve always loved him from the start (even when he was broke), he was nearly 10 years older than you. just in your early twenties, you always told him—you did not deserve any type of struggle love. and a struggle life toji lived indeed. you assured him that if he was really about you the way he always swore he was—he’d do whatever he could to support for you.

and support for you he did!

it wasn’t anything about being a gold digger—you just had standards. toji chased after you for years and you loved it—but you knew you deserved better when he couldn’t even take care of himself. by the graces of whoever allowed him to stumble upon a secret job that could land him 1 mil cash—500 upfront as a deposit and the rest later—toji was yours the moment he proved to you he could take care of you indefinitely.

ass ironic as this sounds, he was actually arrested on false charges. the nature of the charges were true on everything—but the actual person they were accusing him of executing and murdering, he simply did not do. the courts didn’t care though, they just needed someone to hang for it and make an example out of them. that led to toji being sentenced to life in prison.

but thanks to his crooked ass lawyer, the piece of shit was out in 6 years.

you nervously tapped your acrylic nails on the pink wrap of your car as you leaned against the passenger side of the door. it seemed as if today was release day for a few other prisoners, seeing as a group of men walked out with plastic bags, all while staring you down. your arms remained crossed over your fat tits barely being able to breathe in the baby tee you wore to accompany your long flowy skirt as you awaited for your own man to re-enter the world again.

the minute another person leaves the building, your eyes meet with the familiar man’s. it was almost as if your energy was instantly drawn to his, because you immediately recognized him off the bat. toji is blown away by your beauty. you were always fine, but damn, watching you outside of a bulletproof plexi glass was top tier when he finally got to see your fuller ass and pudgy stomach in person again.

the second he’s in your vicinity again, instead of doing the normal thing like hugging him—you slapped the shit out of him.

“ow’!” toji groans. “fuck was that for?!” the old man rubs the spot you hit him in, giving you a fearful look. toji didn’t fear anyone or anything, but you had to be at the top of that list, especially when you were upset.

you give him a knowing look with your hands on your hips. toji rolls his eyes and grips your waist, “tch, i told ya i didn’t do that shit!” he groaned, referencing the one crime he was actually innocent for. “but with all the trouble that dead bastard put me through, wish it was me.”

you mirror his previous actions and do a double take in his physique. you weren’t the only one who got finer. toji’s waist got smaller—probably from starving himself like you told the fucker not to—but his build was more muscular, yet lean. he had an unimaginable number of new tattoos hidden under his normal clothes, and you couldn’t even think about what more laid hidden beneath his thick jeans.

toji fully notices your gawking eyes and gives you a cocky smirk with the scar on his lip fully rising. “miss me mama?” a smile can’t help but form on your own lips as you embrace him in a tight hug. not feeling the love enough, toji wraps his arms underneath you, fully lifting you from the ground. with your legs now around his waist, you were finally face to face with the man of your life.

toji leans into you and pecks your lip ever so lightly. with the sun in his view, he still got the best look of just how perfect you really were. “i missed ya,” he says so low, you barely catch it. “missed ya so much. went crazy dozens of times from you not being with me.”

it was strange for toji to be so vulnerable. but his time under made him realize just how ungrateful he really was for all the great things in his life. how ungrateful he really was for you. he vowed that when he did get out—if ever—he wouldn’t waste a minute without reminding you how he felt about his little girl.

with a proud smile on your face, you run your manicured thumb over the callous of his aging skin. you kiss the small scars there and then his lips. snuggling your head in his neck, you whisper, “let’s go home daddy.”

and that was how you ended up here, face down and ass up into your own mattress.

“you gonna tell daddy you missed him yet?” toji grunted while thrusting in and out of you. the ripples of your fat ass had him in a trance. “been almost seven years since i been in this pretty pussy’a yours. think i deserve at least that, baby.”

you whine into your pillow, drool pooling from the sides of your mouth. you wanted to play stubborn; let toji know that if he ever went to jail for something so stupid again, he wasn’t gonna see you or your pussy he loved so much.

your silence results in a hard slap to your ass. “ahh!” you yelp out, leaning forward into your white duvet. with another harsh smack and then the smooth rubbing of his large hand, toji smirked at the reddening imprint forming on the terrain of your pretty brown ass. “this ain’t about you!” you can’t help but seethe out to his previous statement. your voice is muffled by the fluff of your pillow, “i suffered these last seven years. not you.”

toji slows in his movements. you were so right. he knew how much you longed for him. your big hunky man that walked the streets with you 24/7 was no longer by your side to protect you like he usually did. he left you open. he left you vulnerable. though he’s had his people, geto and gojo watching over you, it wasn’t enough, you constantly slept in fear. you walked in fear. you lived in fear.

you didn’t know why, but suddenly all the emotion you felt in the past seven years came flooding to you. tears flowed from your eyes and you were crying. but from the pulsing grip your pussy had around his dick, toji knew you wanted more.

“look at me,” toji’s voice is muffled. when you made no effort to move, too ashamed to rven be crying at a time like this, toji pulls out of you and softly grabs you by the hips, turning you over so that your back was no against the mattress and you were facing him.

swiftly, the older man slides back into you, but this time moves inside you with more care. toji’s body is so close to yours, your hard nipples are brushing against his own with every thrust he makes.

“‘m sorry,” toji whispers with every rut into you. “daddy’s so sorry baby. didn’t mean to abandon you the way i did.” you could hear the genuineness in his tone as he stops fucking you, but begins to make love to you. “can’t imagine how scared you must’a been these past few years. haven’t been taking care of you the way i promised all those years ago.”

more tears flow from your eyes as toji brings you to your building orgasm slowly. “know you can’t forgive me for being so stupid ‘n careless now. ‘s gonna take some time. i know that. but jus’ lemme in again mama. let daddy back into your heart ‘n i promise i’ll take acre of you again.”

“daddy,” you sob. “‘m close,” is the only words that could leave your mouth. “don’t leave me, please. ‘m so close.” you were begging to cum, but deep down toji knew you were also begging him to stay.

toji brings his hand down to your pretty pussy and rubs at your clit as his lips engulf in yours. with just a few touches, you were creaming over his fingers and crying into his mouth.

“never gonna leave you again, mama. daddy’s home now.”

[suguru-getos]

— soft yandere suguru geto pt 1 —

-> building the story in this one. warnings: none! the reader meets suguru for the first time since her best friend was encapsulated by a curse causing nightmares and issues. it’s fluffy <3

suguru had one goal — irradicate the non-sorcerers so there comes to be a world without curses. satoru on the other hand wanted to make people capable enough to fight the curses. the goal was same - a world where curses don’t exist anymore. suguru was hell-bent on achieving that of course. gaining fame as ‘geto sama’ a monk-looking saintly human being who helps people. the backgrounds are for suguru to handle anyways - he needed curses to get powerful & eventually achieve his goals.

his hatred for monkeys was unsubstantiated. no one who was not in control of their cursed energies would be spared by suguru geto. he didn’t even spare his parents. though he knows certain monkeys are slightly more valuable than others. some are his banks, some give him curses to swallow. and some are the ones who have no control of their CE and end up attracting higher curses/creating them.

what he didn’t take into account was you. your best friend was tormented by sickening nightmares of being non-conned almost everyday. aches in the back, cramping and utter pain during her period. you had almost given up — as her roommate, you had searched all psychologists; all doctors. nothing seems to be working. until one day — you found a ‘monkey’ treated by none other than geto sama.

without wasting time, you believed their gratefulness and their willingness to lend you the address. since nothing is working — you will definitely try anything at this point.

the moment your car landed on the geto estate you knew this man was no joke. why else would he be able to afford something like this otherwise? on the other hand — you were suspicious as to his ulterior motives. what if he was a mafia boss or something? who knew. finally, after some wait; you were advised to follow the instructor who led you to suguru geto.

he sat there, a merry & a friendly smile over his face. something that’s practised even as he talks to your friend. “yumiko san.” he grins, “you have symptoms like rape nightmares, don’t you? you feel like you’re being touched in the wrong places & there’s nothing you can do about it?” your best friend teared up, she had never felt so intricately seen and heard the way geto had made her feel. he raised a hand, and the curse that was latched into her, unseen by you. unseen by her.. latched itself into suguru’s hand.

she instantly felt lighter & felt better. while you were extremely considerate of what suguru geto did, you were not pleased. what even was that — you and your best friend bowed and on your way to leave. you turned back, “what did you do?” you couldn’t help but ask.

“ah, i have god’s grace in my hands thankfully. nothing much. prayed on her behalf that her problems go away. little one.” he hums, monkeys are usually dumb enough to be happy-go-lucky with the treatment. you weren’t. suguru hums, “if that’d be all, you may leave. i have other things to cater to.”

your siren eyes met his own, deep down. you could sense suguru hated your best friend. it was just a hunch— the vibes were so off. you hum, “what do you practise then? what form of meditation?” you crossed your arms, eagerly wagering for more answers on his behalf.

suguru chuckled in disbelief, an insignificant, puny monkey was asking ‘him’ questions? “be grateful and leave.” he said dismissively. and your best friend held your wrist, dragging you outside. you were adorable and so curious. pity you were just an ordinary, low-class monkey.

“he’s a scammer, a fraud! i’m fucking sure! let’s go to a doctor.” you scoffed, gritting your teeth. glaring daggers at the man who laid down in front of you on a stage, seemingly uninterested. suguru wanted to play with you too, the same curse that was latched onto your friend, he transferred it into you, going out. now you’d have the same symptoms and suffer. shouldn’t have voiced your shit so hard, tsk…

unfortunately for suguru, you ended up like one of those who can see curses once subjected to cursed energy. you screamed gutterally when you saw the hideous creature attached to you. an amused smirk ran past his lips at the way you tried to shove it away. your friend was in utter confusion — what did she do? got on her knees and apologized on your behalf to ‘geto sama’ who promised to treat you. and forgive you of course. forcing her to leave.

you screeched curses and profanities at suguru, who was more than pleased to see you hit some sort of a standard he has for people he’s allowed to care about. his hand touched your crotch, right where the curse was supposed to be holding, unconcerned with your flustered resistance as he absorbed it.

“there we go, little girl.” he smiled, while you watched the curse turn into a ball. “this is the thing that was latched onto your friend. normal humans can’t see these. some of them can. i can.” you sat next to him and asked him a multitude of questions about this. you don’t remember the last time you had talked to someone this much & suguru doesn’t remember the last time he was so thoughtless. he was observing literally everything. your facial features, the way your brows scrunched when you emphasized over something, how you overcommunicated with your hands at times, rolled your eyes ever so often and shook your legs while you asked questions and waited eagerly for your answers. you blinked and your lashes looked so long and luscious, your hair suited you just well. he wonders how your soft looking skin would look all marked up with hickeys. he wonders how your voice would sound when you would moan or scream out his name. he wonders how his name would sound. how your lips would curve a certain way to pronounce ‘suguru’. oh he’s slowly losing his mind isn’t he?

he asked you to stay the night and join for dinner since it was quite late because of everything he just told you. you of course obliged and met his adopted daughters, miguel and the others who he called family. holy fuck they worshipped him. you knew that because of the way they respected you — treated you as their own because suguru said you are a guest today. his daughters were bratty but they knew their limits; seems like suguru raised them well.

after dinner, you joined him for a walk outside, pouting and flushed because he wasn’t wearing his gojo-gesa anymore. he almost looks so normal with that. “you aren’t an actual monk are you?” you raised a brow, grinning when he shook his head in denial. “no, i’m just here to collect cursed spirits because of my technique for a greater cause.” he hums; replying gently and looking deeply into your inquisitive eyes. you threw another question at him, seemingly obvious. “what greater cause?” you tilt your head like an indulged bird, and he caught that gesture. “want to know everything at once? hmm? little bird.” he smiled, looking relaxed and like a normal human being. “i’ll let you know with time.”

you had a peaceful and a sound sleep, why? because you were unaware how suguru watched you sleep in awe. just thinking of the ways he would watch you smile again, just thinking how he could make you feel special again? he can brain wash you into thinking humans are detestable, no?

the next morning, you were called for breakfast and had a great time, making promises to visit again while suguru bid you a farewell by kissing your knuckles. looking ever so charming. oh you will visit again, otherwise suguru geto would: either way… your red thread of fate was sealed.

suguru geto had a little crush…

or was he in love?

[marishoodie7]

Hey! Don’t know if requesting is open but could i request a smut with Ethan Landry where the reader is super innocent and Ethan is her best friend. The reader accidentally slips how she is attracted to ghost face during one of their late night phone calls. Ethan is ghostface in this still btw. Then he calls her as ghostface one night and does a guided masturbation with her, like telling her what to do. But then accidentally turns his voice modulator off and she finds out he is ghostface?

a/n: this is SUCH a good request! Sorry it took me a while to answer :( I’ve been pretty busy lmao. Phone sex is smthn I’ve been wanting to write for a while 🤍 Ghostface!ethan holds a special place in my heart tbh

Ghostface!Ethan x Innocent!Reader

Warnings: phone sex, masturbation, dubcon!

╰┈➤here we go!

“So if he’s not your type, then who is?” Ethan asked with a smirk.

You had been paired up with some guy in your Econ class, who had been hitting on you. Ethan, your best friend, flanked you outside to question you about him.

You laughed, “Well, I guess I like guys will low voices. Oh, and I want them to like horror movies just as much as I do,”

Ethan raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Sounds like your describing that Ghostface guy to me,” he joked, and you playfully hit his shoulder as you two sat down on the grass under a tree.

“Come on Eth, don’t joke like that. That Ghostface freak already killed my film professor,” You deadpanned, Ethan’s face was still wearing a sly smile.

“You never answered my question,” he smirked, and laid down under the sun, crossing his legs and folding his arms under his head.

“Well,” you sighed, unsure whether or not to confess to him. You two were best friends, so you did trust him. Ultimately you gave in, “I guess so,”

“I knew it!” Ethan gasped.

“Wait, wait a second!” You cut in, “I always thought Ghostfaces voice in the movie was kinda hot…sexy, you know?”

“Alright,” Ethan shrugged, still not buying your cover up. You stayed under the tree with Ethan for a few more minutes, talking about anything, until you saw Anika run up. You two were going to eat lunch together, so you waved bye to Ethan and went the rest of the day without seeing him, which was strange, but you didn’t think much of it.

~ Anika had left to go on a date with Mindy, leaving you alone in your dorm to finish up homework. A few moments later your phone began to vibrate on your desk next to you. You checked the screen. No caller ID. You hesitated a second before answering, remembering Tara’s motto of living in the wild side. It would be funny if you pranked a scammer and told the story to your friends the next day.

“Hello?” You asked when you were met with silence from the other end. You heard what you thought sounded like heavy breathing before a high squeal echoed in the background. It sounded like a machine being turned on.

“Hello, y/n,” An unmistakable voice said from the other end. You scoffed. Of course Ethan would disappear for the rest of the day only to mess with her later. Him and Chad were probably laughed at you over your confession from earlier.

“Hey Ethan, I know you think your funny, but I’m really not laughing,” You said dryly.

“Oh, I assure you no one’s going to be laughing,” The voice said dangerously from the other end, as if he was hinting at a big surprise.

“I know you and Chad are having fun over your little joke,” You were a little hurt over Ethan exploiting what you said in private.

“I know what you think of me y/n, I’m very flattered,” The voice said sarcastically.

“Cut the shit Ethan!” You exclaimed. You were getting a little sick of this. It was a calm night until he called, the last thing on your mind was finishing your homework, but at this point you really just wanted to get back to it.

“This isn’t Ethan!” The voice snapped at her, outraged. Your lips parted and you struggled to form words. The voice wasn’t just a nameless prankster, it was cold blooded murderer and for all you knew, you could be next on the victim list.

“Well then who is this?” You managed, a pit growing in your stomach.

“If you're lucky you’ll find out,” he answered ambiguously.

“Are- Are you going to kill me?” It took your all of your courage to ask, and you were immediately regretting the answer.

“Maybe. I’ll just have to see how willing you are to do what I ask,” He replied menacingly.

“And what do you want me to do?”

“Strip,” He said plainly.

You sat in your chair, dumbfounded at the request. There was no way you had heard correctly.

“Tell me y/n, have you ever seen Stab?” Ghostface asked.

“I don’t see what that has to do with anything,” Your voice waivers.

“If you’ll remember correctly, in the opening scene Casey Becker finds her boyfriend split open on her front porch. You’ll do what I ask if you don’t want your roommate to find you gutted like a fish,” His voice crescendoed from a conversational tone to a threatening one, and it terrified you.

“Now move your hands down to your pants, and stand up, face the window so I can see you,” Ghostface continued. You silently stood up and took your jeans off, slipping your hands down your panties.

You could hear what sounded like rustling clothes from the other end, “Is this good?” Your voice cracked.

“Perfect,” Ghostface purred in a raspy voice. You could feel yourself getting wet, “You can touch yourself now,” He permitted.

You slid a finger through your wetness, and let a shallow gasp escape. You moved your thumb towards your clit and rubbed your heat.

“That’s it,” He gasped, “Slip a finger in now,” His voice shook, and you could assume he was teasing himself while watching you.

You hesitated, it was a small movement, but he caught on.

“What’s the matter?” The voice asked, “I told you what to do,”

“It’s just-“ you began, “I’ve never really done anything like that before,” You confessed.

“If you value your life you’ll do it,” The voice pushed, and fear bubbles inside you again, but in some strange way it also fueled your movements. Your finger slid through your wet folds and slowly started moving.

You couldn’t help but let a few soft moans slip loose.

“That’s right, touching yourself for me,” Ghostface gasped, voice strained.

“Are you- are you doing it too?” You dared, testing the waters of this strange encounter.

“Fuck- yes,” He groaned huskily.

You dipped your finger in farther and sped your motions up, adding another when you heard his praise. You crooked your finger and continued until you felt a hot feeling travel into you.

Ghostafaces moans continued, fueled by your own sounds of pleasure. You felt yourself nearing your orgasm, if you weren’t busy paying attention to Ghostface, you would have missed a soft click.

“You look so good coming undone for me,” Ghostface said, although it didn’t sound like him. Your eyes rolled up in your head as you recognized the source, which was none other than Ethan. With that realization you immediately tipped over the edge and felt yourself come all over your hand.

Ethan let out a last groan, then a few more breathy whines, indicating that he had probably mimicked your actions.

“Ethan?” You murmured as you gasped for breath. You heard a startled sound, then silence. He had hung up. Your head spun as you tried to rationalize what had just happened. It could be Ethan, could it? There was no way he was capable of something like that

You heard a knock at your door, and jumped back. You frantically grabbed your jeans and pulled them up, peeking through the peep hole. From the other side you could see none other than Ethan Landrys nervous face, waiting at your doorstep.

fine

a/n: I did not expect this to turn into a series, but with that said, STAY TUNED FOR PART TWO!! 🤍

[charmedreincarnation]

⭐️ my void sucess story ⭐️

Hi Maya! I entered the void last night using this (https://www.tumblr.com/charmedreincarnation/717982229971730432/fulfillment-x-i-am-technique) and this (https://www.tumblr.com/charmedreincarnation/718301527748608000/shifting-recourses-wposts ) post, so tysm!

I won’t get to into it, but I am living my best life despite all the doubts I had about the void. I always knew it was real but I was scared I would not be able to do it. If you’re someone who struggles with the logic behind this phenomenon I suggest reading that post, and also reading @gorgeouslypink blog. I think both Maya and pink understand and acknowledge that this stuff “isn’t natural” (in a human and logical sense) but also encourage us to both appeal to our logical mind and spiritual one as well. But I kind of do want to breakdown what I did, bc it was always annoying how some anon stories didn’t explain what they did lol.

⭐️I suggest reading one peice of Neville Goddard’s work. You don’t have to of course. You don’t even have to apply loa, but trust me it’s the shortcut to this type of stuff. I really liked at your command, and the power of imagination if you want recommendations.

⭐️read this (https://www.tumblr.com/gorgeouslypink/710749646282227712/doubts )post about doubt by pink. Don’t just read it, understand and internalize it. If you don’t and keep re-reading it until you do.

⭐️use some subliminals if you want.i know people say don’t put methods above you, but ehhh :// I just like to listen to music and it won’t hurt as long as you know you choose if they work or not with your assumption. I really like slade, solar subs kira’s domain (yes the scammer but her subs still work pretty well) and v1per, but use whoever you trust

⭐️find logical reasoning to help you come to terms with the fact it’s real. Pink talks about some on her page, and so does Maya. I used the technique I shared in the first paragraph which reminds me of a lazy sats, and combined that with my subliminal usage and after a week it worked

⭐️shifting methods are your best friend. There are so many great methods so find one that resonates with you. Also the shifting community is very open minded and not limited in any way, which is nice. They’re also starting to talk about logic and the law which is awesome. Again this (https://www.tumblr.com/charmedreincarnation/718301527748608000/shifting-recourses-wposts) post has both resources for the logical and spiritual mind, stuff about the law, methods, and stories.

⭐️stick to 1-2 bloggers who help you feel the most motivated. Most bloggers say the something anyways so it won’t help you that if you read 100 bloggers instead of one. I obviously preferred pink and Maya but choose whoever you want!

Anyways, most importantly I manifested a complete change in my life. Nothing is the same so don’t limit yourself. From the way I look, to where I live, my career, age, love life, wealth, social life, family, friends, nothing is the same. Also I was 30 but I revised my age to 25. I’m just adding this so you know it’s not only kids dabbling in this special amazing ability! I also had very hard circumstances, ranging from poverty, assault, and depression. Most people in the world struggle, no one is struggling alone. Don’t let that victim mentality stop you from living your best life.

I know I say the same thing every time, but I’m genuinely happy and proud of you! Thank you for sharing all your amazing tips and recourses, and I hope you continue to always live your best life and it only gets better!

[itsmeemeg-fandomsandfics]

Like Nothing Matters - Chapter 3

Viktor was nervous- not that he’d ever say it out loud. It had been hours now since he had sent Jayce on a fetch quest, one he desperately wished he was up for the task. More so than usual his leg ached and it only worsened with his insistent pacing. It felt as if the rhythmic tapping of his cane on the pavement was the only thing grounding him in reality. 

Unfortunately Viktor was all too familiar with the harsh edge of the undercity. Growing up he had been an easy target, everyone knew it. That's why the knot in his chest tightened as the cerulean blue sky waned into a hazy warm orange before it was snuffed out by the cold dark night sky. 

“Worrying was never good for the soul.” His mother had told him when he was younger, advice he had repeated to his dear friend far too much growing up. Swallowing the lump in his throat Viktor pushed the worst case scenarios out of his mind and his pacing intensified. Instead his mind focused on the fact that the last car up would have docked by now. 

His body acted on impulse, eyes darting up to check once again if Elvie and Jayce had materialized out of the night. Only this time they really were there, a hundred or so feet away. 

Viktor froze mid-step, his cane poised just above the ground as his breath caught in his chest. For a moment, he thought it was a trick of the low light or his own weary imagination, but no—there they were. Jayce's broad figure stood out easily against the dim backdrop, but it was the smaller silhouette beside him that stole Viktor’s focus.

Elvie.

Even from a distance, he could tell it was her. Her movements, her posture—it was all so achingly familiar, like a memory come to life. A strange mix of relief and unease coursed through him, the knot in his chest both tightening and loosening at once. He swallowed hard, willing himself to move, but his feet felt rooted to the spot.

As they drew closer, the warm glow of a nearby lamp revealed her features in clearer detail. Time had changed her, of course—just as it had him—but not so much that she wasn’t instantly recognizable. Her eyes, sharp and full of curiosity, caught the light, and Viktor could almost hear the way she used to call his name in that teasing, sing-song tone of hers.

But this wasn’t Zaun, and they weren’t children anymore.

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The bridge that separated Zaun and Piltover stretched out before the pair, an unofficial border ran down the middle- a point of no return. The gravity of Elvie’s reality settling in now that it was something close enough to touch. It was easy to doubt yourself when the city loomed down over you.

Was this really the best choice? There was no guaranteed safety in it. Murphy's law stated that ‘Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong’ and if that was the case how many mistakes would it take before the funding was pulled from this ‘expiremential’ new project. There were so many risks that could easily send her back to the streets of Zaun begging for help from shady strangers. 

Elvie’s hesitation didn’t go unnoticed by Jayce. Slowing his pace to a stop right before they officially crossed over from the undercity. “Why did you agree to be a part of hextech?”

“What do you mean?” Confusion laced her voice as Elvie blinked up at her companion. 

“You don't know me.” He paused, inhaling a deep breath before continuing. “I just showed up in your shop a couple of hours ago, basically asked you to ‘teach me magic’ and to move within the first twenty minutes of our conversation. If I were you I would have said not to let the door hit me on the way out.

“Because I believed you,” The quickness of her response was a surprise to Elvie, even more so that they were the absolute truth. She had heard enough sales pitches from overeager vendors and common scammers, none of them had felt truthful- like they actually believed what they were selling was with it. “And I trust Viktor.”

Her words hung in the air, uncharacteristically vulnerable considering how little time she had actually spent with Jayce. Even less of that time had been spent getting to know him. It was a gamble being so open like this but not the biggest gamble she had made today. 

“Trust is hard to come by,” She continued, pausing to let out a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding in. “Especially in Zaun. If you had said anyone else's name I would have sent you packing.”

Unable to stop himself Jayce snickered at her comment. “I half expected you to throw me out regardless. I mean you were not subtle at all reaching for that broom. 

“In my defence it's not everyday some academy blue blood comes strolling down to Zaun for ointments and oils.” As quickly as the serious tone of the conversation had descended upon the pair it dispersed with ease. Jayce’s smile was infectious, spreading across Elvie’s face with little resistance. 

“Fair point. Next time I’ll ask for your help disguising myself.”

“That reminds me, I owe you a new jacket.” Images of Jayce’s pristine white academy blazer turned to a slimy yellow as it absorbed the dumpster's rot. It hadn’t even served any purpose- Rourke practically smelling that fact that he was a topsider. She just hoped it wouldn't be too expensive of an item to replace. 

“You don't owe me anything,” Jayce sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. ‘It was stupid of me to come down in my uniform- especially after last time.”

“What happened last time?” Before the last syllable left her lips Jayce had already flushed a deep shade of crimson. Stuttering over his words he refused to look her in the eyes, suddenly very interested in the grooves and scuff marks that littered the well walked road. 

“I-”

“It was-”   

“What happened was-” Jayce began before cutting himself off once again as he struggled to find the right words to describe the situation he had found himself in only a few days ago. How does one casually mention to a new partner and friend that he had been on trial for domestic terrorism three days ago because some undercity kids decided to rob him blind. Not exactly the foundation he was trying to build. 

Sighing deeply Jayce began once again, “I’m sure you heard about the explosion at one of the apartments here in Piltover.” 

Of course she had. The undercity had been swarmed with more enforcers than usual, stopping everyone and anyone deemed ‘suspicious’. Elvie had unfortunately been on the receiving end of a frisking. Apparently walking home from work was enough cause to be thrown against the nearest wall and searched without a word. 

“It was my apartment,” Jayce continued. “My research wasn't exactly approved by the academy at the time. I had gone down to the lanes for some material, some kids must have followed me back because the next thing I know there's a hole in my workshop and I’m on trial.”

“Sounds like you've had quite the week.” 

The rhythmic tapping grew louder as Viktor emerged from the shadows, his metal cane clicking against the cobblestones with each deliberate step. His sharp, golden eyes studied the pair briefly before shifting to Elvie. For a moment, his guarded expression softened, something like recognition flickering across his face.

“Elvie,” he murmured, his voice deeper but still carrying the unmistakable twang of his accent. He inclined his head slightly, a gesture of acknowledgment rather than warmth. “It’s been… a long time.”

The haunting glow of the lamplight accentuated the sharp lines of his face, the years having carved him into someone far removed from the boy Elvie once knew. And yet, there was something achingly familiar in the way he held himself—poised, calculating, and a little uncertain.

Elvie took a hesitant step forward, her lips parting as if to say something, but words failed her. How could she condense years of absence into a single moment? 

Silently the two old friends stared at each other, unsure what to say and not wanting to be the first to break the silence. Elvie felt as if she had swallowed cotton the way her mouth had gone dry at the sight of Viktor. 

“I-”

Whatever restraint she had forced upon herself snapped and Elvie could feel her body lurching forwards. Arms snaked around Viktor’s lanky frame, pulling him into an embrace so tight it knocked the wind from his lungs. Viktors cane clattered to the ground as he conceded to his emotions, embracing Elvie back with equal intensity. 

Ten years was a lot of time. Long enough for festering fears and doubts to grow into something abhorrent. There were times she feared Viktor would simply forget her, starting anew was difficult when clinging to the past. If she was being honest with herself she had fully expected it. 

Despite her doubts Elvie had imagined what she would say to Viktor if she was lucky enough to see him again. She had prepared for any possibility and yet now that she was here, listening to Viktors heart beat in his chest as he held her tight- not a single word came to mind. 

“You’re late.” Chastised Viktor, pulling back so he could properly glare at Jayce. “Do you know how long I have been waiting? You do recall that I am handicapped, no?

Jayce had the decency to look sheepish, running a hand through his already-messy hair. “I know, I know! I’m sorry. There was a—well, it doesn’t matter now. we’re here now aren't we?”

Viktor’s glare didn’t falter, though his tone softened, bordering on teasing. “You being here does not negate the fact that I have spent the last four or so hours pacing back and forth because you’ve been gone the whole day. 

“Elvie here insisted we take the scenic route.” Jayce added, throwing a smirk in the aforementioned girl's direction.

Viktors gaze shifted, glaring down at the girl with a crooked smile and a raised eyebrow. “Oh? 

Elvie met his glare with the same playful grin. “I had to ensure all my adoring friends and fans knew I was leaving. You and I both know how popular I am.”

“Ah yes, you and your many friends.” He chuckled knowing ‘Elvie’ and ‘popular’ had never been used together in a sentence.

“Yes, well now they know. Guess I’ll never see them again.” Pretending to dust her hands off Elvie averted her gaze, hoping he wouldn’t press any further and discover just how dangerous the scenic route had ended up.

Viktors eyes narrowed, sensing that she was omitting several details about their journey. A moment passed and he shook his head, it wasn't worth spoiling the pleasantries by prying. 

“You must be exhausted. Come I’ll walk you home.”

“Home?” Elvie’s head lulled to the side, confused by the statement.

“I, eh.. may have pulled some strings.” He admitted. “You’ll be staying in one of the academy dorms until we can find more suitable arrangements. It was the best I could do in such short notice.”

For a moment, Elvie just stared at him, the weight of the day’s upheaval catching up with her. Finally, she let out a breathy laugh, the sound as tired as she felt. “You never stop solving problems, do you?” she murmured, a faint smile touching her lips.

Viktor’s lips quirked into a half-smile. “Someone has to.”

“I think this is where I take my leave.” Jayce chimed in, stifling a yawn behind his hand. “You guys take this time to catch up and I’ll see you tomorrow morning in the lab.”

With a quick ‘goodnight!’ leaving his lips Jayve had already shoved his hands deep into his pockets as he sauntered past his two partners before they could protest. His body ached from his trip bottom side and he was in desperate need of a hot shower. The pair watched his retreating figure grow smaller and smaller before disappearing behind a large and opulent store front. 

Viktor shifted beside her, “Shall we?”

Elvie laughed, shaking her head. “No time like the present I suppose.” 

The first thing Elvie noticed as the two walked through downtown Piltover was how lively the streets were. A similar enough trait shared with the undercity but the atmosphere carrying an opposite aura. Where Zaun’s energy often felt charged with urgency and grit, Piltover exuded an effortless charm—vibrant but polished.

Soft faced women strolled arm-in-arm with one another, faces flushed from a drink or two. Laughter bubbled between them, light and They moved at a leisurely pace, stopping at every store front to ogle the window displays of fine silks and glittering jewelry.

On the opposite side of the street several well dressed men had lined up outside a relatively unassuming building. At the front of the line was a stout man with a thick yet well groomed mustache who laughed boisterously when asked for identification.

Elvie’s gaze darted from one scene to another, trying to absorb it all. It was overwhelming to say the least, so vastly different from the one she’d left behind. “How do you get used to it all? I feel like I just stepped into another reality.”

“It takes time, you’ll adapt.”

The space between her and Viktor had not gone unnoticed to Elvie. There was practically enough room for a third person to stand between them. Doubts began to flood her mind, she couldn’t help but wonder if the distance was deliberate—born of his discomfort—or if it was simply her own insecurities casting shadows where none existed.The uncertainty gnawed at her, and though she tried to brush the thoughts aside, clinging  to her like a stubborn fog.

It was impossible to ignore the wayward stares sent in her direction as she followed Viktor up the academy stairs. Everything about her screamed Zaun- from her clothes and hair right down to the dirt caked beneath her fingernails. It was the same nasty look she reserved for enforcers who stuck their noses down where it didn’t belong. 

“Everyones staring at me.” She muttered, eyes dropping down to her hands. Nervously she twisted at the fabric of her sleeves hoping it would distract her long enough.

Viktor chuckled as he reached for the large glass doors of the academy. “When has that ever stopped you before?”

His words rang true in her ears. Never before had she shrunk from judgmental stares or curious gazes, if she had neither of them would likely be standing here. “That's different Vik,” She said, voice laced with frustration and a twinge of self loathing. “ I’m a walking neon sign flashing ‘Undercity’ in big bold letters”

Sighing Viktor let the door slip from his grasp as he turned to look at his friend. Golden eyes stared into her green ones with a mix of concern and understanding. “Their opinions are relevant. You are here to be a part of something revolutionary. Undercity or not that's more than they could wish to accomplish in a lifetime.” 

“You really think I can help the two of you with this?”

“You are the only person I could think of who could possibly aid Jayce and I in our developments.” The smile on Viktors face was genuine as he stared down at his oldest friend. 

This was a troubling role reversal for his mind to wrap around. Elvie had always been the one to stand firm, her confidence a steady anchor in the chaos of their shared past. Now, seeing her so uncertain, so guarded, left him at a loss.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else on our team even if there were thousands of people in the city with the same knowledge you possess. “ Finished Viktor, hoping it was enough to calm the storm raging in Elvies mind long enough to get her to her dorm room

“Alright I believe you,” Elvie huffed, waving her arms dramatically in the air. The action causing several academy students to look at her with surprise. “Enough of this sappy talk, It doesn't suit you.” 

Before Viktor could protest Elvie had reached for the handle of the door he had let slip from his grasp. Its hinges squeaked in protest as she swung it open with full force. For a moment he feared she would tear it straight off through pure determination alone. 

“After you.” She cooed, ushering him inside with her free hand.

“I do believe it's customary for the man to hold the door, is it not?” Viktor teased, taking his time to cross the threshold.

“I do believe it's customary for you to kiss my ass.” Elvie shot back with equal sass.

“So vulgar.”

“You love it.”

‘Do I?”

Feigning hurt Elvie let out an audible gasp as she draped an arm across her face. “I’m telling Jayce.”

Rolling his eyes in mock annoyance Viktor used the end of his cane to lightly tap the smaller girl on her head. “Oh no. Whatever will I do?” 

He let out a soft chuckle, the corners of his mouth quirking into a smile. The gesture was small but warm, and for a moment, the tension that lingered between them seemed to dissipate, replaced by the easy banter of old friends.

Elvie swatted the cane away with a scoff, though she couldn’t hide the grin spreading across her face. “Careful, Vik. One of these days, I’m going to steal that thing and see how well you manage without it.”

“Oh, please,” Viktor said, leaning slightly on the cane as he took another step forward. “You’d give it back the moment you realized it weighs more than you do.” His teasing tone softened as he glanced at her, his smile lingering. “But do try. I’d love to see you attempt it.”

By now the pair had reached the students quarters, the realization that their reunion was quickly coming to an end. Even spaced wooden doors with intricate metal detailings and a small placard identifying the room number lined the walls. At the end of the hallway was a large painting of a yordle with bright orange fur and a monocle stared back at them.  

Viktors slender fingers dug through his front pocket before pulling back and dropping a silver key into his companion's hand. “Do not lose this. It’s your room key.”

“I know what it is, Vik.” Elvie chortled, her fingers running over the number engraved in the keys head. Thirteen- her lucky number. 

She glanced at him, her expression somewhere between amused and touched. "You think you're subtle, huh?"

Viktor shrugged, leaning slightly on his cane as he watched her inspect the key. "It’s just a coincidence," he said, though the glint in his eyes suggested otherwise.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then?” Elvie lamented as she shoved the key into her door, unlocking it with a soft click. 

“Yes, Jayce and I will be by early tomorrow morning to make sure you're ready to meet the council.” 

“Wait, what do you mean council?” She racked her brain for any mention of meeting Piltover's most important people. 

“It is just a formality. Try and get some sleep.”

"Viktor—" Elvie’s words trailed off, unheard, as Viktor had already turned on his heel and started walking back the way they had come. Her mouth fell open in disbelief, watching as he moved further away, a glint of mischief in his stride.

Slack-jawed, Elvie stared down the dark corridor, her mind racing. How on earth was she supposed to stand before the Piltover council tomorrow morning when they were quite literally the most powerful people in the city when she was- well her. 

"Good night," Viktor called over his shoulder, his tone light but carrying that signature teasing edge. Bastard was enjoying this wasn't he. 

[sinful-lanterns]

I choked on Lisa turn on. Please consider this, Adela's weird turn on being us playing with scissors. Just watching our hands go snip snip sni–OUCH! McQueen weird turn on being listening to us try and comment on art pieces like a true critic but failing miserably. Coq just straight up gets bricked when we fall for her "I'm so frail and need constant help!" and DDR would also be turn on for Hamel.

K.K watching us getting scammed and popping not only her knuckles to scare the guy but also a boner.

Adela having a scissor kink (not the position, the actual scissors) is making me wheeze. My seemingly normal wife of course has to have a weird kink to her. Not anyone is that normal, so ofc they have to balance it out by having a unique turn on 😅

Also K.K straight up getting a boner while watching us get scammed is funny. Shes pissed and ready to beat the scammers up, but that look of naivety on your face as you didn’t know any better really turned her on because you looked so innocent. It’d be hilarious watching her beat up a couple of the scammers while an obvious tent is poking through her shorts. Bones being broken by her fists while the bone(r) in her pants is begging to fight too (with you)

[sarahghetti]

going to the carnival hcs; m.k.

pairing: marc spector x reader, steven grant x reader, jake lockley x reader, the gang's all here

summary: the carnival's in town! some headcanons for how you spend your time there with the boys.

warnings: mildly suggestive near the end, but essentially just pure fluff all the way through. reader is called princesa once, no descriptions otherwise.

word count: 2.0k

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the carnival rolls into town—of course you’re all going!

and it’s kind of perfect because they all have their favourite parts.

food

marc is your food guy—he won’t be the one to suggest the funky fair foods like frog legs or peanut putter pickle corn dogs, but he will go halfsies with you on anything you want to get so you can try a lot of different things.

you’re giving this look to the deep fried oreos stand that has marc pursing his lips, obviously hesitant even though he offers no resistance when you direct the two of you towards it.

“if you want cookies, I saw a place near the entrance,” he suggests in a placating sort of way, as though he could dissuade you from trying any of the monstrosities at your disposal.

“but…” you gesture at the sign, look at it! and he’s never been more aware of how much you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger because he’s buying an order for you without a second thought.

“it’s… very sweet,” he remarks after his first bite. “not sure if it’s much of an improvement on the original thing.”

“then why do you keep eating it?” you make grabby hands towards the tray in his hand to try one, and he dangles it out of your reach. “wha—hey!”

“just hang on a sec.” he polishes off his cookie, tongue darting out to catch some errant sugar on his lips before pulling you deep into a kiss.

he’s grinning wide at his own cheesiness before he even draws back completely, your face is burning and, yeah—it’s pretty sweet.

meanwhile steven kind of taps out for this. veganism doesn’t exactly pair well with the hodgepodge of carnival foods being offered, but he will take a good sorbet when it gets particularly hot out.

if he fronts after marc or jake eat something non-vegan, steven will find the nearest lemonade stand to wash the taste out of his mouth. he gets a different one every time, and almost drinks the entire bubblegum flavoured lemonade even though he dislikes it.

jake secretly thinks it’s good. marc fronts again near the end of the cup and immediately tosses it in the trash.

jake has simpler tastes but will try to deviate a little in spirit of the carnival. as long as it’s generally something he likes, like fried chicken or a burger, he won’t mind if it comes in a cone or has a shit-ton of cheese piled on top. is the one to pay eight dollars for a cob of corn.

games

marc and steven will only play the fair game scams if you want to, but jake has no qualms about them at all. you mention that there’s a prize plushie you think is cute and he’s already pulling you towards the booth, eyes glinting in a way that you know he’s up to trouble.

jake then proceeds to crush every single game you come across.

skeeball? he’s getting 100 points with every ball he throws. hoops? draft this man into the nba, he’s sinking baskets like your life depends on it.

jake’s bracing a pellet gun against his shoulder, lining up the scope with the targets at the end of the booth when it finally clicks.

he might not be wearing the suit, but that doesn’t mean that khonshu isn’t with him. you lean in over his shoulder. “wait, are you—?”

bam, bam, bam. three shots, three bullseyes. the people around you are whooping and hollering, but jake just turns to you with a smug look on his face.

“didn’t even need him for this one, princesa, but—” his eyes dart to the top of the booth and you can imagine the god sitting up there, watching you. “what is true justice if not scamming a scammer, hm?”

the attendant comes around to give jake his prize, which he presents to you with flourish and a wink.

“now, is there anything else you want? the fist of vengeance—” he drops his voice down to what you know as an imitation of khonshu “—still has a few games left in him.”

marc fronts again to find his wallet much lighter and his arms full of plushies that jake won for you and just sighs.

steven must’ve read a book about the design behind carnival games at some point because boy is he knowledgeable about it.

it’s a bit of diversion from his usual egyptology, but he seems to know all the tricks of the major games like the back of his hand and leans in close to your ear to tell you exactly what’s happening as you watch other people play.

“you see that?” he points towards the ring toss booth, where a handful of people are fruitlessly bouncing rings off the rims of bottles.

you already know what’s coming but still, you ask: “do you wanna play?”

“oh, no, love, now the rings—” he brings the tips of his forefinger and thumb together in demonstration “—they’re barely big enough to fit over the bottles, you’d have to hit it dead on to have a chance. even then, the material isn’t any help, the rings’ll bounce right off like—that!”

he snaps his fingers, and you giggle a little at his theatrics. the sound always makes him blush a little, and he turns back to the game to distract himself before he gets too flustered.

someone puts down twenty dollars for a bucket of rings and he clicks his tongue in disapproval. “poor buggers.”

maybe he says it a little too loudly, catching the attention of some of the players and his face flushes red as he stammers an apology. you shove him playfully, face similarly burning. “steven!”

“sorry!”

the only exception for marc is the horizonal bar game, you know, the one where someone has to hang from a bar for some length of time? it’s practically impossible because it rotates under your hands, yeah, yeah, steven—he knows.

but marc’s a guy with far above average fitness who climbs up walls on the reg. doesn’t even need khonshu’s power to beat it, he just hangs up there, smirking at you as the timer counts down. it’s the easiest prize he’s ever won in his life.

rides

marc’s whole life is a rollercoaster, so he’s ok.

but in all seriousness, the midway rides aren’t really his thing. they’re transported in from who-knows-where, then set up in a parking lot by who-knows-who, and you’re supposed to just let them flip you upside down over and over again while paying ten bucks for the honour? no. he does not trust them.

steven and jake, however, see all the bright lights and loud music and are a little more favourable.

steven probably feels nauseous at the idea of being put upside down, but travelling fast in a circle, or spinning around in teacups? he’s so down. will join you in spinning the teacups to the max or sport a devilish grin as he singlehandedly spins the teacup as you scream.

(will give you a lil kiss on the forehead as an apology if he accidentally takes it too far)

jake sees the crazier rides as a challenge. won’t push you to do them if you really aren’t comfortable, but he gets this spark in his eyes and promises to keep you safe if you ride with him.

what does that mean? it means that he has full confidence that if there’s a failure in any of the safety mechanisms, he can suit up and save you before anything bad happens.

marc is absolutely flabbergasted that jake “protector of the body” lockley even considers going on any of these deathtraps. loudly protests from within as jake tells you about how fast his reaction time is—it doesn’t matter, jake, just don’t take them on the ride in the first place!

the Ferris Wheel SceneTM goes a bit differently depending on who’s fronting at the time.

steven absolutely insists on going on the ferris wheel and will wait any length of line so that you can ride it.

“look at that!” he’s pressed against your side, shoulder to hip, and uses your joined hands to point out landmarks in the distance as you climb in height. the city lights glitter across the horizon, and steven laughs at the spectacle of it all.

he’s probably imagined this very moment happening ever since you told him that the carnival was coming to town—sitting on top of a ferris wheel with you at his side, being able to kiss you at the top.

“did you have fun?” you bump into his shoulder, smiling at how happy he looks.

“fun? love, this is—” he shakes his head. “today has been like a dream. you’re like a dream.”

he says the last part like a confession, grinning, and you feel his happiness when he finally gets to press his lips to yours.

jake suggests you go on the ferris wheel in the same way as when he suggested the two of you cheat at the carnival games, so you’re immediately suspicious.

“stop looking at me like that.” he tries and fails to keep a smirk off his face, giving you an innocent look as he rests a hand on your knee. “isn’t it beautiful outside?”

it is. you take your eyes off him for one moment to admire the view and his hand creeps higher, fingertips pressing into your thigh.

“jake!” your eyes widen, and the bastard has the audacity to laugh. he leans in close, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

“nobody can see us up here—it’s just you and me.” his lips move down to graze your jaw, and your breath catches in your throat. your heart flutters.

“I like the sound of that.” jake pulls back slightly to see the small smile on your face. “’you and me.’”

it’s like you’ve taken the wind out of his horny sails. he can’t help but to smile back, and when he kisses you again, on the lips this time, you know that he agrees with you.

the ferris wheel is the only ride you can convince marc to go on; no matter what he says, he’s a big softie at heart.

he keeps an arm wrapped around you the entire time, holding you close. the scent of him envelopes you like a warm blanket.

marc doesn’t say a lot, preferring to just enjoy your company as you slowly make your way to the top. you don’t mind—you just rest your head on his shoulder and wait for him to open up on his own.

when you stop at the top, it’s like you’re in a movie. the neon lights spread out beneath you, your quiet breaths in the cabin, the soft kiss he presses to the top of your head.

“I love you,” he murmurs, and it means so much more than you’ll ever know. you smile up at him and he looks back at you with the softest expression you’ve ever seen—like he’s at finally at peace, and you’re the reason why.

you can’t help but kiss him, then—let him taste the words as you say “I love you, too.”

[asgardianechoes]

Criminals

Loki x Reader

Prompt: ‘Let’s rob an ATM!’

Reader was a scammer before she/he joined the Avengers.

Summary: You ran out of money to buy merch of a new movie you got obsessed with and Loki, of course, comes up with an idea.

Word Count: 1.6k

Also, I headcannon that he has a pocket dimension and blue eyes.

You and Loki. The infamous troublemakers in New York. One of which had led an army against the world and the other had scammed thousands to hand over their money. Both of you had been taken in by the Avengers to atone for your sins and help Earth’s Mightiest Heroes to protect their planet against whatever threat that dared step foot on the land. But that doesn’t mean you didn’t play by the rules. You and Loki constantly tried to prank people or even each other, just for the fun of it. With Loki on your side, you could get away with anything. He’s the God of Mischief after all.

You viewed each other as friends, nothing more. Although your mind often pictured how it would be like if you were more than that. Sometimes it disappointed you that you couldn’t be closer, but that’s only a thought that seldom came to mind. This was, so far in your opinion, enough.

It was a sunny day when you took note of a new movie that came out. A few hours later, you were absolutely obsessed with it. Determined to stuff your room with merchandise of that movie, you went to your bank account, on which Stark put money into it monthly. Your excitement didn’t last long, though. Your account was empty because of the load of food you’d bought for the last movie night. Frustrated, you shut your laptop and went to sulk.

Of all the times I can run out of money, now has to be the time? You asked yourself, burying your face in your pillow for comfort. Asking Tony was a No-Go, he’s just gonna tell you to spend more wisely next time. Not gonna lie, you weren’t exactly fond of asking the Avengers for things. Due to the fact that you’re a scammer, they looked down at you, even if it’s just a little. Only some people truly accept you, like Natasha, Bruce, or Bucky, because they know what it’s like to be looked at like that.

Loki… You could of course ask him, but will he cooperate? He wasn’t one to give money, even if you were close. You remember the last time you asked him to buy you merch. Didn’t turn out well.

Why… you need to learn to spend less money like this, my dear friend, he said with his signature smirk. No matter how you pushed or prodded, he wouldn’t yield. His willpower, let’s say, is very strong.

Oh, fuck this, you thought, rising from your bed and fighting the swirling feeling in your skull. I’m gonna ask him and I’ll deal with it. Swinging the door shut behind you, you set off to Loki’s room.

Loki answered your hard, sharp knocks almost immediately. He was wearing a wool long-sleeve shirt along with some relax pants. He sure was getting used to Midgardian clothes fast…

He raised his eyebrows when he saw you. ‘Well, come in, Y/n,’ he said, opening the door wider so you could step in. You walked into his living room gingerly, as if a bomb might go off any second.

He snapped the door shut behind you. ‘Out with it,’ he smirked sharply. ‘What is it that troubles so that you must come to me?’

You took a deep breath before saying: ‘It’s nice to see you too, Loki.’ Taking a seat, you waited for him to also settle down, as if you were at a conference meeting.

He sat on the armchair opposite you, blue eyes never leaving yours. After a while, he asked: ‘Very well… what is it?’

You fidgeted with your fingers, looking at the coffee table separating you two, unsure of what to say. ‘Um… I kind of need your help,’ you tried shyly.

He tutted softly, nodding. ‘Yes, I noticed. Otherwise you wouldn’t have come.’

You rolled your eyes. Why can’t he learn to read minds? That’s definitely something he should put on his to-do list. ‘Well, you see…’ you started, ‘I found this really good movie… and… um…’

He raised his eyes to the heavens. You frowned, moving your head to the side. ‘What?’

‘I should have known.’ He answered. ‘Let me guess. You found a nice movie and now you want merch, correct?’ You nodded.

‘But… You don’t have the money to buy it.’ He continued. You nodded again.

‘And now,’ He paused dramatically, ‘you want me to help you buy it, am I right?’ He emphasized the last three syllables, smirking all the way. You nodded but didn’t bring your head back up.

‘But of course you’d come to me for that… Here’s all you need to know: No.’ He said with royal finality. You jumped up at this statement, kicking the coffee table along the way, staring at him in disbelief.

‘No?? What do you mean, no? Come on, you’re the only one I’ve got! Why can’t you-‘ you ranted, panicking but he broke you off, chuckling. By far too calm, he motioned for you to sit back down.

‘I was jesting, Y/n. I am not one to decline such an entertaining task, especially from you,’ he smiled. You sighed in relief, happy that you weren’t as helpless as you’d deemed yourself to be. Something warmed your heart as he said these words.

‘Although-,’ he began again, and your panic came back by far too fast. ‘Wait, there’s an “although”? Does that mean you can’t-‘ he made an ah-ah-ah look as he held up his finger to shut you up.

‘Let me finish. Norns, aren’t you sensitive today? I meant that we can’t be breaking into Stark’s account because that would ruin us completely. We should gain money another way. Now,’ he said, looking at you intensely so you wouldn’t retaliate, he continued: ‘we will not be achieving such  money through scamming because we would also be screwed if we do so. You can forget about using mine, I need that for books. So I was thinking…’ he paused dramatically again, ‘we could, with great care and precaution, rob an ATM machine.’

Your jaw dropped when he said this. Rob. A. Freaking. ATM machine? Was this guy for real? Like, no! We are not robbing a freaking ATM machine! You were starting to think that sulking in your room was better than trying to get money (FROM AN ATM MACHINE) for merchandise.

Loki noticed your nervous look and added quickly: ‘I promise we will not be found. Why so scared? We’ve done far worse than this.’

‘Yes but,’ you half wailed at him, ‘we’ve never done something illegal before… you know what? I’m just gonna sulk in my room and pretend this never happened. See you-‘

‘Hang on, hang on,’ he called after you, ‘what if I told you I’d get you a vinyl player?’

You stopped in your tracks. Oh my God does this guy know how to get you to do something. You turned back to him. ‘You’d buy me one?’

He smiled with unexpected affection. ‘With all the vinyls you’d like to have.’

‘Fine.’ You huffed before heading to the door again. Before you closed the door, you heard him call: ‘I’ll come get you around twelve – get ready for some excitement.’ You really hoped he was right.

You heard a knock at exactly midnight. Breathing heavily, you reached for the doorknob. The day had passed way to fast, and your nervousness was getting to you. The closer your hand got to the door, the faster your heart pounded in your chest. Gathering up your lost courage, you opened the door to reveal Loki, entirely clothed in black leather, standing in your doorway.

‘That took slightly longer than I’d usually expect from you,’ he commented, gesturing you to follow him out and into the hallway. He shut the door for you, and put his hand on the small of your back. Again, warm feeling glowed in you for no reason.

‘Loki,’ you said with an unusually stutter voice when you reached the front door, ‘maybe we shouldn’t… I mean, it’s illegal, after all…’ but he merely chuckled at your feeble attempt to ruin his plans for the night and led you away from the building and further towards the closest bank. Your heart pumped blood faster than ever, your body seemed to forget how to move. Loki’s arm led you, and you, to your own surprise, followed suit.

When you arrived at the bank, you were full-on regretting it, even if he offered a vinyl player. He noticed this and motioned for her to follow him into an alleyway next to the bank. Once you were both fully submerged in shadow, he spoke up.

‘I know that you’re nervous, but I swear, we will not get in trouble for this. I am not lying,’ he added, seeing that your nervous look didn’t leave. ‘But what if-?’ you retaliated.

‘I will change our looks and clothes so that even if we are seen, we’d be off their suspects list, alright?’ he asked encouragingly. Finally, you gave a little nod before letting his magic flow over your body, changing your appearance ad clothing.

Afterwards, you pulled on the door. Locked. You approved. Hopefully this will stop Loki- yeah no he went and magicked the lock to unlock itself… Loki pushed the door open, leading you inside the darkened room. Everything was going to plan… for now.

‘There’s our treasure,’ he said, pointing towards the line of ATMs. Hurrying you long, he stuck out his hand to cast another spell to unlock the ATM itself. Your breathing was shallow as you watched him do his thing, and soon enough stacks of money came to your eyes. You watched him load it all into a small green vortex that appeared in mid-air that opened to his pocket dimension. Once he finished, he looked up at you with triumph.

‘There. That should be enough for your merchandise.’

You nodded silently, turning to look aimlessly into the night. Out of the corner of your eye you say flashing lights. Cops. Holy shit are you screwed. You whipped around, scream-whispering to Loki: ‘Cops!’ His expression immediately changed as he looked over your shoulder. ‘Run,’ was all he said before grabbing you and tearing towards the back exit.

It didn’t take long before your legs started to burn. You’ve never been an athletic person and the sudden run took a toll on you. You were a scammer, not an Olympian athlete!

Loki noticed as fast as lightning and didn’t seem to come up with a better idea than to just carry you bridal style and run at top speed. You were unsure how he did it, you guessed it was because of his godly strength.

Those minutes passed in a blur. In no time you were back at the Avengers’ Headquarters, clawing at Loki’s leather shirt. He had removed the disguise along the way.

‘Did… did we lose them?’ you asked, putting in the code to enter the building. It buzzed loudly in the night, and you and Loki slipped in. The lights suddenly went on and caused you two to whip around, looking wildly for a threat. But instead of finding some bad guy, you found Natasha sitting at the desk with her feet on the edge of the table, staring at you with a knowing look. You were frozen in place. Nothing can pull you out of this one anymore.

Loki was the one who came to his senses first. He flicked his finger at her and looked her directly in the eye. ‘You did not see anything tonight.’

She smirked, rolling her eyes. ‘Nope, I didn’t. Also, I’m only doing this for Y/n’s sake, so don’t get your hopes up, Reindeer Games.’

Loki scoffed at her, with no offence, of course: ‘Whatever you say, you mewling quim.’

You watched silently as they had a staring contest. At some point, Natasha turned to you and said: ‘You might as well get to bed. You don’t want any of us knowing you went and did something bad with this guy.’

‘Yeah,’ you replied, relieved that she wasn’t exactly angry at you, ‘yeah, I’ll do that.’

And you rushed off back to your room, hoping that Loki keeps his part of the deal and brings over a vinyl player the next day.

ANYWAYS guys thanks for reading this!!

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[whyoneartheven]

Here’s a small Fable/Legend story for you as a late Christmas gift:

Legend woke up and was surprised to find himself wrapped in a silk blanket, on a comfortable bed. Then he remembered he was staying at the castle. Not just any castle but the one in his era. He got up and pulled on his red tunic and blue cap before heading out the door. He knew none of the others would he awake, but Zel was always up pretty early. He headed through the hallways, the sunlight spilling from tall windows with ornate frames. The marble floors led to a just as lavish doorframe, and he knocked gently on it. A few moments passed before a beautiful, warm voice answered, “State your name and why you’re here.”

“Link, and—“

The door swung open and he was wrapped in a hug. He smiled fondly and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Morning.”

“Good morning, you mean?” She corrected. “Now that you’re in the castle you’ve gotta keep some manners.”

“I know, I know.”

She hummed, the sound ringing in his ears. “Could I visit your orchard again?”

“If you wanna deal with that scammer that keeps invading my living space.”

She rolled her eyes. “He has a name you know.”

“I’m trying to warn you about his stupidly overpriced items, because I had to spend everything I had—“

“Which wasn’t very much, was it?” She interrupted, flicking his nose which earned her a pout, to which she just kissed him and the pout easily disappeared.

“Here,” She grabbed his hand and started pulling him through the hallway.

Where are we going?

Just wait and see! Zelda replied telepathically and he nearly tripped over his feet in surprise, forgetting she could do that. The view of the kingdom outside blurred quickly, and his vision spun dizzyingly as they turned a corner. Despite that, he find he didn’t mind, really. It was all worth it for her. Then they came to a lurching halt in front of the grandiose doors to the back. She pushed them open and he saw something in the distance. He stepped forward with her, a bit cautiously but she gave him an encouraging smile which was enough to make his heart soar and follow along. He saw a large  forest of cherry blossom trees, pink petals swept away by the wind. “What do you think?” Zelda put her hands on her hips. “I was planning to show you and your brothers all at once but this’ll do.”

“It’s beautiful. I’ve only ever seen them when I visited Holodrum,” He replied, voice soft and astonished. 

She picked up a fallen petal and with a faint blush on her cheeks she tucked it behind his ears.

A tanned, freckled arm tucking a red hibiscus behind his ears, a warm smile just beyond red hair swept in a light breeze.

Tears welled up in his eyes but he still held a smile. Concern flickered in her eyes but he just shook his head. He thought he had accepted it by now and—“Hey,” She interrupted his train of thought. “Don’t get lost in your head. What’s going on?” 

“I remembered her. You and her are so, so similar. I guess I thought I was over that but…”

Zel’s eyes softened. “It’s okay to still be mourning her. I don’t think that pain will ever completely go away, but now you have me, and we can get through this together. I bet those heroes of yours will also be willing to help if you let them.”

He nodded, taking in her words. “Thank you.”

“Of course.”

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SO ADORABLEEE

THANK YOU SO MUCH UNI I LOVE THEMMM

[midnightanxietytm]

I read your blurb about the reader helping Mabel feel comfortable about her experiences with kissing so far. It was such a sweet and funny blurb and you captured Mabel’s personality so well! That combination of hopeful, nervous, brave, and a bit self deprecating for Mabel can be difficult. I’m also excited to learn more about the reader. I found the commentary for land before swine to connect the dots for myself. The background and the blurb were such a good fit!

I really like the reader and how she feels comfortable expressing her silly side with Mabel. I’m curious how Dipper would interact with her. I think the reader humanizing Stan or Ford with stories from their youth or being a person for Dipper to talk about his theories would be fun.

It would even be interesting if the reader told a story about Stan that he didn’t remember. I don’t recall if the reader and Stan got along or knew each other when they were younger.

I think having a window into Stan and ford’s pasts would be such a interesting dynamic to see with the other characters. I think Wendy would readily accept and encourage the chaos.

Bruh I self insert sooo bad in my Reader x cannon stuff im glad to hear that its still likable. When I wrote "He takes his whiskey neat" I had it in my head that Reader met Ford in College, moved to Gravity Falls with him and After the portal incident they stuck around to help Stan rebuild the portal. For the "kissy faces" I tought that they could have met in the last year of high school and gone to college together.

I haven't given much tought to a reader and Stan relationship but i think they would be the scammers of the century honestly, I think my reader has a lot of charisma aand charm to them, and they’re also real smart, so yeah sufice to say they are a dangerous combination

As for Reader and Dipper I have another Blurb for ya!

Academic weapon

“It’s looking great, Dipper!” You compliment the boy with a smile; “You have some minor formatting issues with your sources, but otherwise you've got the oxford model down to a T!” He beamed up at you, his latest summer essay in your hands, complete with formatting and research, got him a lot of teasing comments from his sister and Stan, but Dipper didn’t give up, and you agreed to give him a small summer course on scientific method. It was safe to say you believe Dipper would be way ahead of his peers the next school period, not to toot your own horn.

“It’s funny, honestly. Your grunkle Ford’s essays were such a mess and yours are so neat! Guess the apple does fall far From the tree sometimes.” You say while affectionately messing his hair. Dipper laughs in turn.

“Yeah even his journals are a mess, I guess they look cool tho, Mabel says it adds to his ‘aesthetic’...” He says, fixing Up his hat.

“Oh it’s totally for the aesthetic of the journal!” You agree with a grin. “But with his thesis? There he was just being stubborn…” And you tilt your head down to whisper in a conspiratorial tone. “Wanna know a secret?”

Dipper leaned in, nodding vigorously. “Ford paid me and Fidds more than once to format and rewrite entire papers for him.”

“IT WAS ONE TIME DAMMIT!” Yelled Ford suddenly from the doorway. Dang, you should have whispered lower. Ford does have a talent to walk in whenever you gossip about him.

Dipper bursts out laughing, and you follow.

[schrodingersauthorii]

Natsuyuu Wing fic

Humans are not birds. 

So of course there isn’t any real connection between human and avian wing morphs. However, humans being humans- thus having highly active pattern recognition, and birds being birds- thus having nearly infinite natural variation… certain associations are inevitable.

Takashi’s wings are Reiko’s wings, like her hair and eyes, which passed over his mother to roost entirely on her grandson’s shoulders. 

Pastel grey and white, they are the soft, silent wings of an owl- not the plumage of any natural species, but identical in form and function if not color.

While some children try to beat the demons out of him with prickly, purifying holly branches, others leave mice in his shoe locker.

“Now whooo-whooo could have done that? Did one of your ghosts leave you a snack?”

Takashi’s cheeks burn, as they do when he wakes to a a piece chalk thrown at his head and a disappointed teacher saying “I know owls are nocturnal, but…”

(Girls whisper about the Ice Prince with his snowy wings and piercing glare, but all Takashi sees is their conspiratorially bowed heads.)

Takashi wishes for brown: brown eyes, brown hair, brown passerine wings, brown and brown and normal. Eventually, as the tumult of his childhood ostracization passes, he wishes he had his parents’ wings and coloring instead. 

It settles him, when Nishimura tells him he looks just like his mom. He looks at the photo of his parents, and when he keeps looking past the sadness, he can see them in the shape of his eyes and slant of his jaw. He thinks his mother would have been happy to see her mother’s wings, her husband’s dimples, and her chin.

————

Natori Shuuichi has the wings of a sparrow hawk.

(Natori Shuuichi has the wings of a mimic of the sparrow hawk.)

“Wing typing is such bullshit,” his coworker says. 

He’s missed a few feather inserts in his coal black wings: this director is more particular than most, and insisted their shape must also match the raven’s wings his character’s were supposed to resemble, not just the color.

“If I have a sore throat, I’m a crow; if I sing, I’m a blackbird; if I’m gloomy, I’m a raven- nobody knows! It’s all made up.”

“Yeah,” Shuuichi agrees.

“Like, everyone calls you a sparrow hawk, but a scammer with the same wings would  definitely be a cuckoo. Did you know they mimic the plumage of birds of prey?”

“No, I didn’t,” Shuuichi lies. “It’d be pretty fitting for an actor, if the comparison wasn’t so rude.”

———

Seji’s wings are understated and beautiful, with neatly delineated bands of grey, white, and black when outstretched. Folded, white outlines black flight feathers, and the grey tops contrast with his equally black hair.

Those unfamiliar with wing typing think him a clever corvid or sweet songbird to his sister’s peregrine falcon.

The later is only half-wrong: the grey shrike is indeed a passerine bird, but not a sweet little insect- or granivore. 

“They mimic the song of other birds to lure them in,” their local authority on wing typing whispers after choir lessons.

Her acolytes in wing-based phrenology sneak titillated looks. Lucky them, that they could devote such attention to myths about the butcher bird.

Seji’s actually rather disappointed with his vocal range: his voice settled into a perfectly average pitch for his gender, and even dedicated study only gives him so much control over it. He’s afraid he can’t naturally disguise his voice well enough to fool anyone looking for a glossy black bob under a mask’s headband.

There were spells, of course, he could write around the mouth of a full faced masked. But everyone knew to watch for those. Few remembered simple, physical tricks.

(Like hiding under tables, or even better: up on mezzanines or rafters.)

The tingling numbness of wings bound too tightly to his spine are worth it, when exorcists bark orders at him like a shiki rather than a potential rival in disguise. He’d turned a liability into an asset: a mute exorcist was suspicious, but a mute shiki was ordinary, and could be talked over as he poured sake. 

(If he were feeling whimsical, he might compare it to a songbird evolving a raptor’s beak and using spikes to substitute for talons. Unconventional- but the shrikes ate just as well as the hawks and falcons.)

(If he were feeling whimsical, he might joke about the association between raptors and archery, when an arrow was just a spike one threw at prey rather than onto it.)

For reference: Eurasian sparrow hawk, Eurasian sparrow hawk, Northern hawk cuckoo, peregrine falcon, peregrine falcon, Chinese grey shrike, Chinese grey shrike. For bonus points, all of these species were spotted in Kumamoto, Japan and submitted to ebirds.org.

[xo-lesserafim]

FALLING FOR YOUR SMILE AND EYES

EPISODE 2. WTF

author’s note: Episode 2 , LETS GOOOO! But thank you for reading<3. But i make each chapter or “episode” while watching the actual one so thats why I’m word for word<3

Bold: Korean

Italics: Over the phone

Both: Korean and Over the Phone

Back to masterlist

“KITTY” I yelled trying to find her.

“Kitty! Are you okay?” I asked once I found her.“

No, I just found out my boyfriend is cheating on me” She says almost bursting in tears.

“ Hey, it’s okay. Don’t cry.” I said.

“Just Stop trying to comfort me Andrea.” Kitty said.

I felt hurt but she didn’t mean it, right?”

But I still stood, maybe to still comfort her.

“Dae, I don’t wanna talk to you. Just leave me-.”

“Sorry, I’m just looking for the loo” A guy says.

“I’m Alex Finnerty from Melbourne, Australia. I’m a new teacher here this year.”

“ Why are you not Dae?” Kitty asks.

“ You mean the guy you don’t wanna talk to?” Alex says.

“Are you all right? Can I get you anything?” Alex asked.

“ Never mind.” Kitty says. “ You’re American, right?”

“ Yea” I said. “ I really admire you guys over there.” “…… also very loud.” Alex says.

“ What?” Kitty says.

“ I just notice that Americans speak louder than everyone else.”

“Forgot everything that just happened.” Kitty says.

“ I am going back in there and I am not leaving without answers. Let’s go Andrea.”

“ Excuse me” I ask.

“ Those two girls treat Korean Guys like Pokémon. They are trying to catch them all.” The guy said.

“ Not interested.” “ Get over yourself. I’m trying to help her find Dae.” I say.

“Okay, who are you?” Q asks.

“I’m Andrea Song Covey.”

“ And I’m Kitty Song Covey.”

“ You’re Kitty and Andrea?” Q asks.

“ Wait are you Q?” Kitty asks.

“ Track Star, fellow American, heart of gold?” I finished.

“ Guilty as charged. I feel like we should hug right now. Should We?”

“ Maybe later. I need to find Dae.” Kitty says.

“ So you’re the pen pal?” The other guy asks.

“ So you’re Minnie Mouse?” I reply back. “

If he’s Q, then you must be Min Ho.” Kitty says. “ Of course you are. Where’s Dae?”

I followed Kitty to find Dae.

“ What the hell is going on?” Kitty asks.

“ It’s not what it looks like.”

“It looks like you’re a cheater. Are you not upset? He’s been cheating on both of us.” She says to Yuri.

“ No he’s been cheating on you. I already knew about you already. Dae’s American pen pal. I just didn’t know you were you until a few moments ago.”

As Kitty crash into the dessert tower, I fell into the cupcake so she wouldn’t have to be alone.

I mean this dress isn’t my best dress at-least. “ What? Never seen a girl crash i to a dessert tower before?” Kitty says.

“ And never seen a girl fall into a bunch or cupcakes before?” I say.

“ Nothing to see here, people!” We both say.

As she fell down, I was to kinda catch her you could say.

“ Fine, maybe there something to see.” Kitty says.

“ Kitty are you okay?” Dae asks.

“ Get away from me.”

“ And me.” I said running to catch up with Kitty.

Back in the dorms, we were packing up because I don’t wanna be here with Kitty and I feel so bad for her.

When we heard people coming she went to the bed, I went to the door to listen.

“Spill it! When did you get with Yuri? And Where? And how far?” Minho Asks.

“ And most importantly, why?” Q says.

“ Dae you little scammer. What did you convince Yuri to buy you that suit?” Minho asks.

“ How do you know I didn’t buy it?”

“Because it costs 5k.”

“Seriously” Dae says.

“ I don’t know, I feel bad for Kitty.”

“ I don’t.”

“ Thats cold, Min ho. Breaking up with someone is brutal.”

“Except it wasn’t a breakup because it wasn’t a real relationship. No one’s gonna blame you for upgrading a pen pal for an actual girlfriend.” Minho says.

Kitty scoff -shouts.

“ KITTY SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I said whispering.

“Marius?” Q asks.

“ No,no,no!” Kitty says.

“ Your fault kitkat!” I say as we run to our bed to hide.

“I thought Marius went back to Greece?” Q asks.

“ Maybe he changed his mind.” Dae says.

“ Hmm” “Oy, Marius. Wake up! Time for Class!” Minho says as I shush Kitty.

As they were pulling on the blanket we were pulling back to prevent them from pulling off of us.

Once they got it off, I screamed my voice out of me.

“AHHHHHHHH” I screamed.

After screams later the boys went into the living room.

“ Dae’s crazy ex pen pal and her sister broke into our dorm to murder us!”

“ This is our room.” I said.

“ You guys are listed as Song Covey” Q says.

“ So?” Kitty asks.

“ Song can be a guy’s name. That’s why they assigned you guys to the guys dorm.” Dae says.

“What?” Kitty and I say.

“They did this on purpose.

So Kitty could be closer to Dae and Puppy here could get closer.. to me. Plus I thought the little pup knew how to speak Korean.” Min ho says.

“ I told you she was hitting on me on the plane ride over.”

“ I was not hitting on you. But whatever you say Minnie Mouse. And I can speak Korean, I was just blanking out on the time!” I say.

A few seconds later. “Kitty” Dae says. “ Can we please talk?”

“ No, I never wanna speak to you again.” “ Kitty.” “I want my necklace back.”

“ Your necklace?”

“ Yea, the one I gave you when your mom died?”

“ Yea, I have it around somewhere.”

“ Somewhere?”

“ I’ll find it”

“ You don’t even know where it is. Dae, that belonged to my mom.” “

I’ll bring it back to you, Kitty. I promise.”

“Your promises are literally worthless.”

Kitty and I went back into our room. “

All of Dae’s stuff is in the room. Where is he going to sleep?” Min ho says.

As Min ho was saying that Kitty threw a pillow in his face.

In early morning, when Kitty and I were ready to leave for the airport, we had to snuck around Dae.

A few minutes later , Dae was coming over to talk with Kitty.

“ Kitty! I’ve been all over campus trying to find you. Listen, what you saw yesterday me— Sorry. Umm,. The Truth is that— Why is she calling me?”

“ Cause she’s your girlfriend.”

“ No. Just let me explain Kitty.”

“No. After everything, there’s nothing you can say that’s gonna make me stay.”.

“ Maybe there’s something I can do.”

As Dae and Kitty were about to kiss “Dae Heon!” I heard, Dae’s dad was Yuri’s Driver?

As Kitty and I were going to the dorms I heard Q and Min Ho say

“ Dae, have you seen this video of Mr. Han? It’s kind of blowing up.” “ I bet Yuri loves the drama.”

“ I don’t particularly care.” Kitty says as I’m walking to see the video.

“Kitty. Andrea.” Q says.

“ I thought you guys left.” Min ho says.

“We did, but we decided to stay.” Kitty says.

“ And not that it’s any of your guys business, but it isn’t about a boy.”

“ Oh, sweetie” Q says.

“ Our mom went here and being here makes me feel closer to her than I ever have been.” I say.

“WAIT! Dae is on TV?” Kitty says as she pushes me to Min ho and makes me fall on top of him.

“Get off me Puppy.” “

No, MINNIE MOUSE!”

“Guys, shush” Kitty says.

“ so lettuce move on” Gosh I wanted to scream and punch the kid. “

Well played” Q said.

Yuri had tried to hole Dae’s hand, but he wouldn’t let her. “

Oh my gosh. He’s faking it. That’s a fake relationship.” Kitty said.

“Are you sure Kitty?” I said.

“Yes, I’m sure of it.”

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[twink-between-worlds]

inspired by a great conversation from last night, luv u jay /p

we decided hyrule is Raviophobic /silly

Hyrule stares. He shouldn’t be surprised that Legend has someone to come back to—the veteran was practically vibrating the second they’d discovered that they were in his era. He barely hid his excitement while waiting for the others (mostly Four) to recover from the portal’s after effects. When he’s sure they’re well enough to walk, he practically runs off. Legend doesn’t actually take off running, just walks as fast as he possibly can. Hyrule watches him, curious. Legend never gets like this. Then they get to Legend’s home, and it makes sense. That weird merchant they’d met before—Ravio, his name was—was right there to greet the group when they arrived, drifting over to Legend within an instant and hugging the veteran as tight as he could. And Legend lets him. Hyrule stares at them. They don’t notice, because they’re too busy with each other. Hyrule thinks it’s gross. So he keeps staring. Legend picks up on it, eventually. He doesn’t break away from Ravio like Hyrule had hoped, and instead just turns his head so his cheek is against Ravio’s shoulder and he’s looking at Hyrule. “What?” “You’re being gross,”Is what Hyrule comes out with, and he doesn’t try to look apologetic when Legend frowns. “I’m fine with that,”Legend decides, eventually, which is yet another thing Hyrule didn’t want. “Let me have this. For like. A minute. Can you do that?” Yes. “No.” “Tough shit.”Legend huffs. He visibly missed the idiot merchant, but Hyrule doesn’t care. It’s gross. “I thought you hated Ravio. Called him a scamming bastard.” “Mh.”Legend hums, ignoring Ravio’s offended gasp. “He is one.” “I am not.” “Yes you are, Ravi, you know this.”Legend replies, voice softer than it had been when regarding Hyrule. The healer hates it. “You’re my favourite scammer.” Ravio laughs, gently bumps his head against Legend’s. “I’m your favourite?” “Yeah. Course.” “I love you. So much.” “Mhm. I know ya do, Ravi.” “Gross!”Hyrule complains, loud enough to startle the two. He earns a glare from Legend. “Get a room!”