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Blue Bunny

prompt: you and the Twins show up to collect the same debt.

pairing: Tangerine x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Bullet Train

word count: 4.4k+

warnings: Tan's real name being Aaron, Lemon's real name being Brian, Mafia antics, depiction of murder, blood, guns, brief physical violence, given nickname, Daddy's Girl trope? dialogue heavy fic.

"I like the lilac, what do you think? Maybe the yellow?"

"The pink's rather nice."

"How's about green? For St. Patrick's Day? Celebration of spring?"

Your lover chuckled over the receiver, phone set on speaker to the desk in front of you. "Think I prefer the blue," he replied, the smirk evident.

"You always prefer blue," you teased, handing the bottle of pale blue nail polish to your nail tech. "So, tell me, where are you now? Haven't seen yah all week," You pouted, placing your AirPods in to keep the conversation private. Not like it mattered, your nail tech, Collette, only spoke French, and she was the only other person in the room.

"'Fraid I can't divulge that information, sweetheart," Aaron sighed, "on a bit of business right now."

"Now? Like, in the present?" You chuckled, nodding at Collette when she pointed at the length of the acrylic.

"Yeah," Tan mused back, "say hello, sweetheart!"

"Hello, luv!" Brian, or otherwise known as Lemon, was heard calling. His twin, your lover, used the codename Tangerine for the contract agency they worked for - keeping their identities safe. Something you didn't necessarily have to worry about, being as your name held power. It was something like a shield in the criminal world, everyone knowing your surname dictated fear.

"Oh, hello, my sweetness," you cooed, grinning slyly. "What's it you two are up to? What sort of business are you on?"

"Ah, hang on a tick, love," Aaron mused, setting his phone down. You waited patiently, hearing a series of gunshots ringing out as you watched Collette paint the pale blue in sleek, professional strokes. Screams echoed over the line, tires screeches, several grunts of exertion, but you didn't so much as flinch, just admiring the work your nail tech did.

You blew on your nails, admiring the color.

Collette asked if you wanted to keep the paint shiny or add a matte overcoat, you humming, replying in French that you preferred the shiny coat. She held up a bottle of silver glitter, perking her brows, watching you nod - trusting her artistic eye.

"Hello? Still there, Bunny?" Aaron got back on the line, using your pet name he bestowed on you after your first date. You had a cold coming on, and after he kissed you, you instantly sneezed - nose screwing up like a fluffy bunny.

"I'm here," you smiled.

"Right, what color did you go with?"

You grinned, "Take a guess."

"Blue's your color."

"More like yours. I much prefer pastels, but I think this color's the best of both our preferences."

He chuckled, "Listen, yeah? You free Thursday? I'l be in your neck of the woods."

"Ah, I'm traveling this week," you answered with a pout, "what about next week?"

"I might be able t'swing that, yeah," Aaron agreed easily. "You hear from that Edward bloke recently?"

"No, no, I've told you, I'm done with him. You're quite the jealous type, you know, scared him off real good."

"Ah, well, don't like folks touchin' what's mine, now, do I?"

"Apparently not," you smiled, phone line beeping with an incoming call. "Oh, shit, I gotta go, Aaron, Daddy's calling."

"Mhm, and we all know you betta answer, huh?"

"It's how we all stay alive," you laughed. "Bye."

"See yah real soon, Bunny. Make sure your toes match!"

You hung up with a laugh, then accepted your father's incoming call, "Hi, Daddy."

"Hello, sweet one," he answered. "What are you up to?"

"Collette's doing my nails."

"Ah, very good. What color?"

"A pretty pale blue."

"Wonderful. Tell Collette I say hello. We'll have t'get her a sensational Christmas bonus with the way you work her."

You chuckled, "Yeah, yeah, I know."

"Listen, poppet, I need you to do something for me."

"Mhm, anything you need, Daddy."

"One of our associates is late on payment."

"How late?"

"A week."

"Oh, you're taking time in collecting," you mused, appreciating the full set Collette was detailing. "What's the hold up? Why wait?"

"I'm stuck in Prague."

"Daddy."

"I know," he rushed, "but I need you on this one, princess."

"Who's the associate?"

"Fella name Wilmer DeLano."

"I know of him, doesn't he own the chain of pharmacies? His son and I went to university together, right?"

"The exact same," your father confirmed. "I need you to go collect, princess, please."

"How much is the debt?"

"With the added week, chalks it up to $3 million."

"US dollars?"

"Yeah."

"Since when do we deal in US dollars?" You asked with a curled lip.

"Not the question I think you want to be asking."

"Uh, no, you're right, okay, sure, I can collect. Tonight?"

"He's not expecting it, knows I'm still in Prague. Take Rufus and Gunther with you for protection detail."

"I'd rather take Samuel."

"No, he's doing a different favor for me."

"Daddy."

"He's making a delivery, all right?"

"What about Gunther and Casey? Rufus creeps me out."

"That's fine," your father agreed with a sigh. "Listen, princess, tonight might get a little hairy, so I want you prepared."

"Daddy, I'm literally getting my nails done, I'm not handling a gun. That's what Gunther's for."

"I taught you better than that. You protect yourself, you can't depend on anyone else."

You nodded, "Yes, sir. Do you wanna call the boys or...?"

"I'll call them, don't worry. Just be ready to go by 8. Remember, princess, $3 million - and make sure you count it, too."

You agreed, promising you loved him, then wishing him luck in Prague on whatever his business was. After hanging up, Collette smiled, asking in French, "When are you going to tell him?"

"Tell him what?"

"That you have a boyfriend," she laughed. "He's your father, he'll be happy for you."

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"Oh, please," she scoffed, swiping the glitter on your nails. "That boy that you're always on the phone with? You're not hiding it, not from me."

You felt warmth flush your chest, heating your core. "He's still not my boyfriend," you mumbled stubbornly.

"He picks your nail colors," she grinned, "that's a boyfriend!"

You double checked the address your father sent, nodding at Gunther in the driver's seat. "All right, lads, I want this a clean collection. Just got my nails done," you smirked, the lights of the three-story home still on and indicating DeLano must've been home.

"Yes, ma'am," Casey agreed, getting out of the backseat and opening your passenger door; helping you out, letting you readjust your clingy black dress. Gunther moved around the back of the car, grabbing the usual go-bag brought to every collection.

Slowly, carefully, you stalked up the long driveway, heels clacking with every pace. You let Gunther peer through the windows, him nodding before leading the way to the backdoor. It was simple enough to jimmy the lock open, silently swinging the door wide open and stepping over the threshold.

Casey went around the side to enter through the living room as you walked through the kitchen, surrounding your target. Wilmer DeLano was sat at his dining room table with his wife, looking up when you cleared your throat. He jolted in shock, but Casey blocked the only other doorway; his gun in hand, both clasped in front of him.

Gunther checked the rest of the house.

"Hello, Mr. DeLano," you greeted casually. "Oh, something smells wonderful in here, you cook this?" You asked his wife, casually strolling up to the table, Red Bottoms sounding over the polish hardwood floors. You plucked up a slice of roast, tearing a bite off and humming, "Oh, very good that. You're a lucky man, Mr. DeLano to have such a talented wife."

"Who are you?" The portly woman begged, flinching when you hummed and brandished your gun.

"Right, guessing you don't know," you nodded. "Your husband's in a bit of a lucrative business, Missus. Nice house, though," you gazed around, "lot of fine art you've got hung up, saw all name-brand appliances in your kitchen."

"H-He owns a chain of drug stores - "

"Yes, yes, yes, I know. Very true," you agreed, "but that's only a front, it's not the full picture. I'm here to help illustrate, if you will. C'mon, why don't we all go into the living room? Hear that's where the safe is kept."

"What is happening!?" Mrs. DeLano demanded, gun pointed at her temple.

"Up, up," you demanded.

Slowly, Wilmer lifted from his seat with his hands held in peace, "Okay, okay, we can - let's go talk in the living room. Just don't threaten my wife, she's got nothing t'do with this."

"For now," you agreed, gathering the couple to the living room couch.

"Boss," Gunther alerted, dragging your old university classmate and a previous lover, Edward DeLano, up from the basement, "found this one down there, smoking a joint. Rest of the house is clear."

"Wonderful," you nodded, gesturing for Eddie to sit. "You bring enough to share with the class?" But your old peer just looked around the room of criminals. "Guessin' he didn't wanna share," you pouted, then rolling your eyes. "Well, now that we've all gathered - "

Suddenly, there was a noisy crack and bang as the front door was kicked in, making all three of you gangsters turn with weapons drawn and aimed. However, you chuckled and dropped your arm when you realized it was the Twins, Aaron and Brian, or Tangerine and Lemon, standing in the splintered doorway.

"At ease, lads," you chuckled, holstering your gun to your thigh. "These are friends of mine."

"You outsourced the job? Out your fuckin' mind, princess? Huh?" Casey growled, not lowering his gun as Tan and Lem strolled in.

"Don't fuckin' talk to her like that," Aaron snapped instantly.

"Fuck off, Casey, I would never outsource, I know the fucking rules," you sound more amused than anything.

"Well, ain't this fun?" Aaron mused with a grin, strolling in casually before pausing in the open foyer as Brian tried shutting the door again - but it the very doorframe was shattered, making it impossible. "Sorry 'bout the front door, ol' chap, but you understand, yeah? 'S just business," He nodded at DeLano. "Bunny," he smirked at you, hands in his tailored suit pants pockets; polished Italian leather shoes gently scoffing across the floor.

Aaron magnetized to your side, coiling his arm around your waist to lean in and peck your cheek.

"Hi, handsome. Thought you weren't in town until later?"

"We wrapped a different job early," he answered. "Question is: what're you doin' here, love?"

"Collecting debt payment."

"No shit," he grinned, "so are we."

Your head cocked; leaning into his side with your own arm wrapping around his chiseled waist. You asked, "He owes my father money. You?"

"Owes an associate, too." He smirked at the DeLano's you two stood in front of, "Ain't that right, geezer? Got yourself into a bit of a pickle, didn't yah? Got a bit of a problem with the nose candy, don't'cha, naughty boy?"

"You told me you quit!" Mrs. DeLano hissed, "now you're in debt!?"

"I have it under control," Wilmer deflected stiffly.

His wife sobbed and begged, "W-Would someone please just explain what's going on!? Who are you people!?" Tears fell fast. "What do you want from us!?"

"This ain't rocket science, love, fuck you mean what do we want?" Lemon snickered. "You not listenin' or something?"

"Ah, right, well, I was in the middle of explainin' the situation," you told the Twins, waving a manicured hand in the air as if swatting away a pesky fly. "'Ello, lovie," you grinned at Lemon when he stationed himself on your other side, "good t'see you."

"Sweetheart," he nodded, offering a side hug when you released his brother, "been too long, hasn't it?"

"Since Cancún," you agreed. "Right, then! Onward, ho! Casey, darlin', would you be a doll and open the bag? Get us set up t'count up?"

"'Course, boss," he agreed, kneeling at the mahogany coffee table and unzipping the duffel you brought.

"Right," your hands clapped, the family jumping at the sudden sound, "back to what I was sayin'. See, your husband owns the drug stores, that's true," you allotted, "but he also launders money for the Mafia. For my father, my family. Maybe you've heard of him?"

You relaid your father's first and last name, seeing the Fear of God paint over the DeLano's. "What?" Eddie snapped at his father sat beside him. See, despite dating briefly, you kept your identity a secret from Ed. "What have you done!? Do you know who her father is? Know what he's done!? He fuckin' gutted his own brother - "

"Allegedly," you interjected sharply.

" - all in the name of business! You don't know what this family is capable of!"

"Yes, boy, I'm well aware, the man is my bloody business partner," Wilmer snapped right back.

"Well, not so much of a partner now, are yah? Just more of a fuckin' nuisance," You smirked, earning the attention again. "So, you see, your husband washes our money, earns a significant cut for shouldering the risk. Payment's collected every two weeks and as of today, your husband's a week late on delivering our cash load."

"I-I can explain, please - "

"No need," you cut Wilmer off, "because I didn't get t'where I am now by listening to pathetic explanations. I don't listen to excuses. Fact is, you own my father money, and because you're late, the total is now $3 million - and he wants it in US dollars."

"Well, ain't that somethin'?" Tan smirked at Lem. "Turns out, he owes our client some million, too."

You hummed, nodding, "Right, right, but see, thing is, if my Daddy ain't paid, he goes postal. Nasty business, truly messy, just a chaotic clusterfuck, bodies left everywhere, cities in shambles." Turning back to the family, you offered, "So, we're just gonna make this easy. You cough up what you owe, we won't blow your brains out all over this nice Persian rug. Mmmh! See that, love?" You pointed to the fabric you stood on, looking at Aaron. "That's real authentic, you can tell by the threading. Be a shame to ruin it, yeah? Exquisite work."

"Sure is," he agreed, "but did you see up there, Bunny? 'Bove the mantel?"

"Oh, yes," you breathed in impression, "an ancient Aztec tribal mask. An artifact, very hard to get your hands on. Heard the British Museum was actually lookin' for that particular mask."

"Seems like Mr. DeLano is quite the collector of finer things," Lemon admired, pointing at a portrait on the wall. "Oi! Is that what I think? Is that a fucking Monet?"

"Priceless," you nodded.

"Listen, right, we've got strict orders, yeah?" Your lover sighed, shifting his weight. "We're t'collect payment by any means, a message is t'be sent. Right?"

"That's right, yeah," Lemon agreed, crossing his arms. "Make sure this kinda misunderstanding don't happen again."

Gunther asked, "You need tarps for this?"

You refused, "No, we're not here to kill anyone. We're here to let a loyal man the opportunity to pay us what's owed."

"Listen t-t-to me," Wilmer begged, stuttering in fear, "I don't have the money. Okay? The government came sniffin', I had tax liens to pay off to avoid prison time - "

"More fuckin' excuses! Jesus, fuck, man!" You groaned. "Who do you think can do more damage - the bloody government or my family? Huh? Look, lad, I know you've got what we're owed, so, be a good li'l boy and open the safe. Huh?"

"Fucking do it, Dad!"

"What're you doing, Wilmer? What are you waiting for!? You can't play this game! You'll get us all killed!"

"I don't have the money! How can I pay with what I don't have!?"

"Why do I not believe that?" You mused to Tan.

"'Cause you've been in this business a helluva lot longer than he has," Tangerine / Aaron answered. "You know a rat when you smell one, I reckon."

You nodded, then pulled your gun out again, aiming, and firing at Eddie's knee to shatter his kneecap. Blood splattered onto the couch. He screamed in agony, you raging above the panicked cries and shocked shouts, "Do I have your fucking attention now, Mr. DeLano?"

Edward sobbed in pain, trying to staunch the bleeding, Mrs. Delano gasping and shrieking. "Do whatever they want, Wilmer! For fuck's sake! Just do it!"

"Listen to your wife, mate," Lemon advised. "Unhappy wife, unhappy life, innit?"

You aimed at Eddie's other knee, firing, causing another flurry of screaming, crying, and begging. "If you want your son t'only have two bullets in 'im, I suggest you get moving!" You barked, aiming at Wilmer. "Now!"

"Well, wait a tick," Tangerine halted, "if we're both on the job, how's it gonna look if the geezer's telling us the truth, hey? Who gets the money?"

"Let's find it first, darlin', distribute later," you breathed as Casey finished setting up the automatic money counter. "Mr. DeLano? I advise you to do what we're asking. See, I use to duck hunt - I'm an excellent shot. The next bullet's goin' in your son's head and I never miss. Now, where's the fucking money!?"

"I don't have it! Please!"

"The money, DeLano, where's the fucking money!?"

"Please - "

"You want a dead son!?"

"All right!" He sobbed, "All right, fine! Yes, you win! Just please, please! Don't hurt my family anymore! Please, just leave them alone! I'll do what you want, just - leave them out of this!"

You nodded, "Well, you fucked with my Daddy's money. Only right I cripple you in a sense. Hey? Now, chop chop," you checked your watch for the time, "I'm a very busy bee and don't have all night."

"You're a smart lad, DeLano, we know you would've wanted to prep for a comfy fall if it came to it," Lemon laughed easily from beside you. "Ain't no way you're bone dry, know you have money stashed for security. Just c'mon, mate, these two sickos consider this a sort of foreplay, they'll go all fuckin' night with yah if you continue to refuse," he gestured at you and Tan.

You tacked on, "Lotta places to shoot someone without killin' 'em. Just saying..."

Wilmer stood from the couch, his wife shooting across the newly vacated space to embrace her whimpering son. The money launderer approached the Monet painting and lifted it from the wall; revealing an iron safe. You shared a look with Tangerine, smirking as the combination was entered and the door opening.

"That's what we fuckin' thought," Tangerine sneered, seeing the stacks and stacks and stacks of money. " Fuckin' hell. Right, so, look, count up the lady first. We'll settle after," he sniffed, fluffing his suit's lapel, picking off a piece of lint.

Wilmer began handing stacks to Casey to count, one of your arms crossing over your stomach to prop up your other arm; hand limp in the air. "Faster," you demanded, the man sweating bullets.

"Oh, now, look at that," Tan mused, taking your hand to admire your fresh manicure, "you went with blue."

"Like it?"

"Looks real pretty, Bunny, but I know something these would look better wrapped around," he grinned, making you smack his stomach playfully. "You wanna go get drinks afta this? My treat."

"Sounds like a date," you accepted, Gunther storing the counted cash into the dark duffel. "How's it lookin', Casey?"

"Looks 'bout right, boss," he reported, handing over another stack of banded money. "You want me t'count the Twins up?"

"Oh, if you would please, darlin', it would be very helpful," you nodded. "But I'm having a thought, right? Stay with me, would yah?"

"Oh, go on, toots, you've got great ideas," Lemon encouraged with a chuckle.

"Not always," Casey snickered, "remember what happened in Texas? At that Western bar?"

"Oi, the electronic bull was not my fault!"

"But the incident with the tequila and donkey was!"

"Hush!" You scolded. "Listen, all right, you see, this fucker tried to stiff us all... Let's clear the safe out. Take away any safety net? Truly cripple him, set him back to nothing?"

"Sound like your father," Gunther chuckled.

"That's a compliment," you shot back. "Go on, I want the lot."

Gunther agreed, standing, and approaching the safe. He shoved Wilmer out of the way, sweeping his arm into the safe and starting to load up the duffel. "You can't do this! If you take it all, what are we supposed to do!? How is my family supposed to survive when leeches like you suck us dry!?" Wilmer barked, making the amusement drop from your face.

"Watch your tone."

"No! No, I will not! You think you're high and mighty because of your father, but you're just a spoilt little girl! You all break into my house, extort me - "

"Can you truly extort a criminal? For the money they owe other criminals?" Brian / Lemon wondered out loud as he meandered the living room, making you shrug.

"He likes playing victim," you mused, but in the time you looked over your shoulder, Wilmer charged. You gasped when his shoulder bullied into your gut, tackling you past Tangerine and into the coffee table, shattering it.

"GO! RUN!" He shouted at his family, Tangerine lunging instantly to wrangle him off of you; the breath knocked from your lungs.

"Got some fuckin' nerve, don't yah!? Touchin' my girl!?" He raged, throwing the man to the floor again. "Nobody fuckin' moves!" Aaron growled, gun pointed at Wilmer.

"Not like they can, two blown out knees," Brian grunted as he helped pick you up from the wreck.

"Yeh all right, Bunny?"

"All right, love, yeah," you answered and adjusted your dress, picking up your weapon as Tan began wailing his balled-up fist into Wilmer's face at a jackhammering pace. It was wildly attractive, watching the man you were in-love with beat the shit out of someone who offered you threat and harm. Then something caught your eye, gasping, "Oh, you rat bastard! You broke my fucking nail!"

You yanked Tan back; aiming at Wilmer, pulling the trigger to let a close-range bullet explode the man's head; leaking brain matter on the Persian carpet. You turned to Mrs. DeLano and Eddie, cocking your head as they begged and pleaded for their lives, but you weren't listening anymore. "Got it all, boss," Gunther informed, dropping the stuffed duffel. "What we doin' with them?"

"Exactly what my father would do," you decided. "No witnesses."

"PLEASE! NO, GOD! NO, DON'T, PLEASE! WE WON'T SAY ANYTHING, I SWEAR! I SWEAR! PLEASE! MERCY! MERCY MERCY!"

Three more gunshots sounded, Tangerine's gun smoking before being tucked back into his shoulder holster under his jacket. "Well," he fluffed his lapels again, sniffling harshly, "shall we be on our way, Bunny? We good here?"

"Oh, might as well - got what we needed," you agreed, grimacing when blood bloomed towards your expensive shoes. "Ugh, what a mess. I'll make a call, have this cleaned up, pose it as a murder-suicide," you side-stepped the puddle. "Gunther, Casey, take what you want from this place, get the cash back to the stash house. I'm gonna grab a drink with the lads," you smirked, looping your arm with Aaron's.

Lemon / Brian packed up their share of the money, following behind as Tangerine / Aaron lead you from the house; placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting the end, inhaling, tossing his free arm around your neck. The night was dark and brisk, refreshing on your clammy skin as you stabilized your breathing; always a little shaken after taking life.

Call it morality.

Once in their tinted Mercedes, Brian got in the backseat, Tan rolled his window down to smoke, and you pulled out your ringing cell phone to answer, "Hi, Daddy."

He breathed in relief, "Good, you answered. Means nothing bad happened."

"That's not entirely true," you admitted. "We're leaving now."

"What happened?"

You winced, brushes already forming, "DeLano got bold, he attacked. So we left no witnesses."

"Good girl," he praised. "You feel all right?"

"Yeah, I'm good. I'm actually going to drinks with some, uh, friends," you glanced at Tangerine - seeing his lips pulled in a smirk as he started the car and pulled off down the street. "Turns out, DeLano didn't just owe us, but some coke dealer, too. Right, love?" You checked.

"Right," Aaron confirmed, reaching over to plant his hand on your thigh and give a soft squeeze.

"Right, yeah, so, he tried lying 'bout money, I shot his son's kneecaps - "

"That's my girl!"

" - and cleared the safe out. That's when DeLano attacked me - "

"WHAT!?"

"Daddy," you reprimanded softly. "I'm okay. Actually, the hired contractors on the job saved my arse - they showed up after we did with the same agenda. Gunther and Casey are gonna take the cash to a stash house, I gotta call Mr. Brooks about cleaning up."

"Did you say contractors?"

"Yeah, uh, you know, from The Agency?"

"You mean hitmen?"

"Yeah, guess you could say that. Think they're more like contract killers? Verbiage is so fickle."

"Who? Who exactly was there?"

"The Twins, Daddy. Don't worry, they're absolutely charming, only took their payment. We're gonna go for drinks, yeah?"

"Huh," he grunted, "must've been some bigwig t'send them two. Or a considerable debt." You were about to reply when he gasped in realization, "Wait, no. No, no, hang on a tick, don't bloody tell me."

"What?"

"This the lad you've got a thing for, innit? The one that sends yah flowers every other week?"

"Daddy."

"Don't tell me it's that Tangerine fucker, princess, please!"

"Oh, no, look at that, we're heading into a tunnel! I'm gonna lose the call; talk tomorrow, be safe, good luck in Prague, okay, muah! Muah! Muah! Love you! Bye, bye, bye!" You rambled quickly, blowing air kisses, then hanging up swiftly.

"The hell was that about?" Aaron chuckled. "He mad we were there?"

"Not entirely."

"Was he mad you're gettin' drinks with us?" Brian laughed from the back.

"That's a little more accurate. Well," you winced, "he was a bit testy that I'm goin' with Aaron..."

"I haven't done a damn thing to him," he grumbled.

"You do have a bit of a reputation, bruv."

You smiled sweetly, gripping Aaron's hand on your thigh, "He's my father, 'course he's gonna worry."

"'Bout time he found out, keeping you two a secret was mad frustrating, yeah? You two are disgustingly in-love."

Tangerine squeezed your thigh again, sending you a bright grin, "That we are."

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Mermaid/Pirate Steddie Part Three

Part One | Part Two

I got side-lined by the Modern Steve in 80s Hawkins fic for a hot minute (that big boi is at, like, 73k; he hefty), but here's the next part!

As always, if you see any typos, no you didn't ;P

In the port city of Socotra, past the first big plaza and down a few side streets, is a small two-story shop with a sign that reads "C. C. Elixirs and Solutions." The shop is owned by a very nice young witch named Chrissy Cunningham who, currently, is doing her absolute best to not laugh in Eddie's face as he spins his tale of accidentally entering into courtship with a merman.

"Anyway," Eddie says, pacing in front of the counter with his hands splayed and his hair a mess, "I was wondering if you'd have anything that could help me."

Chrissy covers her mouth, swallowing down the bursts of laughter threatening to bubble up her throat. After a moment, she asks, "With what, exactly?"

Eddie turns to look at her, gesturing to the shop as a whole. "C’mon, Chrissy, you gotta have something here for me, right? Like, I don't know, a fucking manual or whatever."

"Of course I don't have a...," Chrissy trails off, frowning slightly as she looks at the storeroom door behind her. She's getting a very familiar feeling. It settles at the top of her spine like a shiver that's just waiting and waiting to happen but never does. Usually, this means something.

"Give me a second," she says, barely hearing Eddie's agreement before she heads into the back.

Her storeroom is a chaotic mess that only makes sense to Chrissy. Precarious stacks of books are randomly scattered across the floor, some of them holding plants or knickknacks on top. A few tables are filled with potion ingredients, magical artifacts that still need cataloging, half-filled notebooks, and dozens of pens. A few bookcases line the walls, and Chrissy wanders over to one of them.

She scans the spines, passing over books about fae marriage customs, common selkie family traditions, and in-depth essays analyzing Phoenix mating dances. Finally, her gaze lands on a thin, unassuming book. Its cover is made of sea-foam green leather, with waves etched into the spine instead of words. When Chrissy pulls it off the shelf, the front cover is blank. She doesn't remember getting this book, but this can happen in magic shops. Sometimes items just appear where they know they'll be needed.

Chrissy flips the book open, landing on the front page and grinning at the dedication that reads, "To all the hapless fools in love with a sea dragon's descendant. Here's to hoping you don't royally fuck it up."

Yeah, that's perfect.

She heads back to the front of the shop, immediately noticing that Eddie has placed trinkets and rocks on the counter. She recognizes a few of her protection charms (made of genuine silver, she'd like to add), some quartz of varying colors, and a ring set with a prismatic shard. Chrissy stares at the items before looking up at Eddie with a raised eyebrow.

"Stevie would love all of these," Eddie says, shrugging with absolutely no remorse or shame as he drops a coin purse onto the counter.

Chrissy sighs and digs a few coins out, ensuring they're all gold and all real by biting them before nodding. "You know, land-based magical items don't actually work on merfolk," she says, pushing the purse back to Eddie as she places the book on the counter as well. "So those protection charms and that prismatic ring won't do anything for him."

"Yeah, but they're pretty. He'll like them," Eddie insists. He then notices the book, and his eyes light up hopefully. "Did you find something?"

"Yep, seems to be exactly what you need," she says, sliding it closer to him and watching as he opens it to a random page.

"A common practice among merfolk is to collect trinkets during their pod's travels. Some trinkets won't be personally interesting to the merperson, but can be later used as courting gifts if they're relevant to the intended mate's interests or likes," Eddie reads, tilting his head slightly with a genuine interest that Chrissy usually only sees when he discusses new songs he's learned during his travels.

"Consider that one on the house. But I expect to meet this merman once you've finished your honeymoon phase," Chrissy says, pulling out a small velvet bag and placing the other items inside.

She gives it to Eddie, smiling once more when he nods, digs into his pockets, and drops another small pouch onto the counter. "Almost forgot. Here's some of that 500 year old ginseng you mentioned before," he says.

Chrissy blinks, staring at the pouch. Before she can say anything (like, for example, demanding to know how Eddie got his hands on so much of such a rare ingredient that only the most qualified of practitioners can even dream about seeing), Eddie has gathered his things and practically run out of the shop with a hurried goodbye thrown over his shoulder.

Excerpt from "The Lovelorn Fool's Guide to Merfolk Courtship"

The most important thing to know about courting merfolk is the levels of courtship, of which there are three. In order, they are:

Gift-giving: merfolk collect various trinkets throughout their life, including items they personally do not find interesting. Upon finding a potential mate, they will go through their collection and gift items they think the potential mate will like. To learn more about trinket collection, refer to Part II.

Harmonizing: unsurprisingly, singing is important to merfolk. In addition to being an enjoyable pastime, singing is another mode of communication. The ability to harmonize with a potential mate is vital, as it proves the two are well-matched. To learn more about song types, refer to Part III.

Pod Introduction: the final stage of merfolk courtship, pod introduction is the most important. Pods are sacred, and introducing a potential mate to the pod is an incredible show of trust and commitment. To learn more about pods and their structure, refer to Part IV.

Of these levels, gift-giving often takes the longest. Some merfolk give hundreds of gifts before moving to harmonizing, and others give one. Be patient and try to return each gift you receive.

While these are the levels of courtship, the actual establishment of mateship (consider this the merfolk equivalent of marriage, only it's far more permanent), involves the gifting of scales.

You can find more on this in Part V.

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Steve stares longingly at the small window in Eddie's cabin, tracking the clouds and lingering on birds that soar by. He knows he can't be on the deck when they've docked, but scales, he's bored.

Are his guppies bored, too? Do they still play games, or are they too worried about Steve to sweep through the waters? Has Robin lost a few scales from exhaustion and stress? How quickly after hugging him is she going to kill him for being away for so long?

With a sigh, Steve drags his eyes away from the window and looks at his tail. Kelp is still wrapped around the wound, but he knows it's almost healed. He can flick his fins without hurting, and the wound has mostly scabbed over, fresh scales beginning to creep over the cut. Maybe a few more nights, and Steve will be ready to jump back into the ocean and find his pod and guppies again.

But that would mean leaving Eddie behind, and...Steve really doesn't want to do that. Because Eddie is the closest Steve has ever actually come to finding a potential mate.

He starts to sink into the water to submerge his head beneath the surface so his disgruntled and stressed air bubbles can rise from his gills. Before he can fully slide under the surface, though, Steve hears the familiar sound of Eddie's excited, hurried footsteps.

Steve perks up, gripping the edge of the tub as Eddie slams into the door, cursing at the pain as he opens it and stumbles inside. He looks at Steve immediately, his cheeks flushed and his eyes wide and a grin tugging at his lips to reveal dimples. He's carrying a small pouch in one hand and a book with a sea-foam green cover in the other.

"Stevie!" he says, kicking the door closed and walking over to the tub, "I got you stuff."

With that, Eddie crouches in front of the tub and holds the pouch out to Steve. He doesn't seem to notice how Steve's gills flutter, air pushing out in an excited, flustered pattern that would have made Robin tease him. Eddie doesn't know that, though, so Steve tries to ignore his gills and takes the pouch.

He opens it carefully, his gaze immediately caught on a ring set with a rainbow-colored stone. Steve's eyes widen, his mind swirling around the pretty color and how well it matches his tail and how it looks to be the perfect size and how it would still glitter even when Steve is deeper than the sun can reach.

He pulls the ring out, turning it over a few times before sliding it onto his left ring finger. He was right; it fits perfectly. It has a strange but ultimately harmless magic attached to it. Steve grins brightly, a small, barely noticeable hum bubbling from his throat as he looks back into the bag.

He pulls out each rock, studies them intently, and approves of their color and shimmer. With a nod, Steve places them carefully in the tub, clustering them on the left side of his tail, the side further from the door, for protection.

Finally, Steve pulls out a few of the protection charms. They're small and made of a material Steve immediately recognizes as something that tarnishes in water. He really likes them, though, and it would be a shame to not use them for something.

"Eddie," he says, looking up to see Eddie staring at him, his excited smile turning dopey.

"Yeah, sweetheart?" he asks, leaning forward and resting his arms on the tub.

Steve leans forward, taking a lock of Eddie's hair and studying it carefully. After a few seconds, he decides it's good enough. "Turn around?" he asks, his gills fluttering again when Eddie does so without question. After taking a second to calm himself, Steve asks, "Can I do your hair?"

Eddie hums, leaning his neck on the rim of the tub, giving Steve full access to his hair, the ends of which are dipping into the water. "Of course, Stevie. Whatcha wanna do?" he asks.

"It's a surprise," Steve tells him, moving some until he's partially sitting on his tail so he can properly face Eddie's hair. He places the pouch on the edge of the tub, letting it precariously balance, before running his fingers through Eddie's hair.

He's done this enough times for Max to know how to fix tangles without pulling. As he works, Steve relaxes, falling into a familiar rhythm, and starts to hum softly. It's a lullaby, one that he doesn't get to sing the guppies to sleep with anymore, but they tolerate it when he's caring for wounds or helping them scrub their tails or braiding their hair.

Steve divides Eddie's hair into sections and starts braiding. Every other inch, Steve takes one of the charms from the pouch and braids it into Eddie's hair. By the time he's done, the braid is decorated with silver charms, standing out nicely against Eddie's brown hair.

"Okay," he says, using a thin piece of kelp to tie off the braid, "It looks good."

Eddie hums, reaching back and carefully running his fingers over the braid. Steve watches, suppressing the urge to grab Eddie's hand. "Did you not like them?" Eddie asks, dropping his hand and turning around. The charms clink against each other, creating a quiet song that makes Steve's heart light and happy.

"I liked them," Steve says, pushing the pouch on the edge of the tub into Eddie's lap. "They tarnish in water, though. And their magic felt too strange. They look better on you."

"So, you gave me a gift?" Eddie asks, his smile hopeful and his eyes bright. Steve can't help returning the smile with a nod. In response, Eddie leans forward even further, like he's acting on impulse more than anything else, and presses his lips to Steve's cheek.

Steve's eyes widen, his gills burst, and his ear fins flare in response. To the untrained (human) eye, his reaction is similar to a cat puffing and bristling when faced with a threat. To the trained eye (Robin. And other merfolk, but mostly Robin), Steve's reaction is entirely common for especially flustered merfolk.

It's never happened to Steve before, and that just makes him feel more flustered. He doesn't want Eddie to see his flared fins, so he does the first thing he thinks of; Steve pushes forward and wraps his arms around Eddie's shoulders, hugging him tightly so he can't pull away. "Thanks," he mumbles, "for the gifts, I mean."

He hears Eddie laugh and feels Eddie's hands slide across his side and to his back to return the hug. "Of course, Stevie," Eddie replies, his breath warm against Steve's gills and sending a subtle shiver down Steve's spine. "I'm glad you like them."

Steve is gone. He can't imagine being away from Eddie. He can already see Eddie and the guppies meeting, and he can see Robin fucking with Eddie just to see how he reacts. Steve can see Eddie in the water with him, grinning as his hair floats around them. Steve can see Eddie and him lying together on a beach, warm on the sand and basking in the sun.

Most of all, Steve can imagine giving Eddie a necklace or bracelet of his scales. Maybe that should scare or worry him, but all Steve can feel is excited and warm, and he's more than happy to bask in that feeling for a while.

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#steddie #steddie fic #high seas steddie #merman steve harrington #pirate eddie munson #steddie fluff #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things fic #chrissy cunningham #platonic hellcheer #in the first half tho but maybe more to come? kinda winging it ngl

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universe-prime · 11 days

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At long last it's finally DONE😩

For anyone who's been following my old Fugitoid doodles, you'd probably notice that the design has been quite inconsistent between each drawing, so I finally made myself solidify just HOW I wanted my Rise iteration to look. It's kinda funny tbh because I originally started this entire journey thinking "man I like Fugitoid, it's a shame that it's only used as a plot device or exposition machine" to essentially building up an entire new backstory and lore as if this were my own child LOL

Anyway, here are some of my doodle notes and concepts for this lad, as well as other notes to expand even more!!

○ this version of Fugitoid doesn't possess any weapons, except for the tazer-like attachment that their hand can turn into. This is mostly for self-defense and as a last ditch effort because(for obvious reasons) they aren't physically very strong

○ speaking of self-defense, although they don't/can't fight, the Fugitoid is INCREDIBLY bendy and agile to the point that you gotta question if there's even any solid mechanisms in there at all. They can extend and shorten their limbs to an unknown length, all in an effort to be as hard to grab or hit as possible

○ along with these mechanisms, there are so many other attachments and configurations that the Professor is capable of!! What I've drawn is merely a fraction of what they can do, and the stuff I've thought of is about 80% practical and 20% just comedic effect. For instance, the built in skates and extending eye-microscope is totally a daily use thing, but I imagine if it was on the show, there would be gags where a button would be pressed and it'd have a toaster oven in its chest or a full knitting set stored away. My reasoning is mostly that A) the Fugitoid has had a lot of time with this body and wants to be prepared for any situation and B) I just think it's funny°☆

○ on the topic of being in this body, this Fugitoid is WAY older than they might seem. I can't accurately say if they're older than other iterations, simply because I'm not sure if an exact age or time was ever given for those bots, but I can say that the Professor has been dealing with this for many, many, many years. Too many to even count on one hand. It can't stay in one place for long or else it'd risk being found out, but its travels span across many different plants across many different galaxies, all with their own sense of time and distance. Not to mention the time dilation that goes on in travel like that, but needless to say...this bot is incredibly old LOL

○ for those that are curious, "my" Professor goes by any pronouns! They/he/she/it, it doesn't really care at this point. Maybe in its early life it did, but by now, there's bigger things to worry about

○ for any of those also wondering about how this Fugitoid looked before this whole...robot body situation well..👀 I plan on making a separate post for that, but for now just know that they won't look humanoid in the slightest. It always irked me a little seeing the Professor "alive" and he's just...a human or some pointy-eared guy because!! Come on!!! This is an alien! Let it look freaky!!! Where is the spice!! The flavor!?

○ Lastly(and this is mostly just notes on the design) but I added more teal/green to the look cause I liked the color and thought it was such a shame that the only use of it on the Fugitoid was in the face. I just thought it'd be nice to use it more to kinda break up the monotonous white and grey of their usual body

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #fugitoid #professor honeycutt #tmnt fanart #redesign

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younmexreaders · 22 days

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~~ Mako x Reader 18+~~

Death with Benefits

You have died and Death himself decides to give you another chance. For a small price.

Fem Reader/Skeleton OC | 1.4k words

Includes:

Ecto Body parts

Reader Death (on screen this time)

Car Accident

Tentacles

The fields outside the city stretched for miles, grass illuminated as it waved in the wind, making the expanse shine. The great mountain housed the small cabin of a rogue Reaper. He lived alone, he worked alone.

You heard many stories about the creature, curious as to what it looked like. No one, save the dead, ever actually saw the being. You assumed he was a spirit, like a ghoul, more spectral than anything else. Possibly glowing so he could see where he was going in the dark.

You laughed softly at the thought, erasing stray lines from your sketch of the spectrum. You imagined he would look like he was rotting, then you imagined he would look gaseous.

Basically, there were too many possibilities, and you tried to draw them all.

You sighed and set the sketchbook aside. A scramble of different elements clashing horribly in line art alone.

"Ugh... I need to take a break..." You huffed, upset. You walked out on the town. City lights blinded the night, scaring the stars from the sky leaving a blank, dark blanket of nothing. The sounds of traffic and loud, bass heavy music drowned out the natural sounds of nature. It upset you even more than your lack of inspiration.

You grabbed your motor bike and aimed for the great woods where the reaper was said to live. You got on to the highway, riding silently, your thoughts wandering. The loud blare of vehicle horns broke your thoughts. You flinched, looking up at the blinding headlights of an oncoming truck. You screamed before everything went silent.

You awoke with a start, screaming and shooting upright, looking around to find yourself in a small, wooden cabin. The furnishings were comfortable and simple. The home looked barely lived in. The bed you laid in was neat and small, soft covers in shades of minty green ensconced you.

You stood slowly, dropping the sheets around you, wondering if it was all just a dream.

The room around you held many recently used items. Mangas strewed a messy desk, half of them you couldn't read the titles of, the other half you could tell the contents of just by seeing the bare women on their covers.

You snickered to yourself, reaching to take one of the hentai mangas.

"Oh, you're awake." A voice said monotonously. The voice made you drop the book.

"Who said that?" You asked as you spun, looking for the source. A tall cloaked figure stood in the faint candle light of the cabin. His hood covered his face, large skeletal wings folded neatly behind him. You gasped softly, stepping back, panicking.

"Oh my god, what are you!?" You shrieked.

"Calm down, or I'm kicking you out." He warned, walking past you and making the bed you mindlessly unraveled.

"W-what are you though...?" You asked again. He scoffed quietly, peeling his hood back and looking at you. The lights in his skull focused on you, the cracks running down his cheeks glowed faintly with the souls of those he's captured trapped in an eternity flowing as a personal magic through his bones.

"I'm a reaper." He answered simply, folding his arms. You studied him, pursing your lips slightly. He stared at you, silent, growing impatient.

"I gotta say, I'm disappointed." You admitted.

"By what?" He frowned.

"You're so simple..." You sighed. The Reaper raised his uncanny and expressive brow at your statement, his wings twitching.

"Simple?"

"You're just a skeleton! I was hoping for whisps and colors and... well... complexity." You explained. He shook his head slowly, walking past you. You could hear a ghostly chuckle as he passed you. A shine of emerald green flitted through the room, the source behind you making odd noises.

"How is this then?" He asked. You turned and stood stunned, finding the tall skeleton changed into a sickly green, flesh dropping undead. You flinched, stepping away.

"I prefer the other form..." You whined. He changed back, the flash blinding you, hiding his transformative secrets from you.

"You can call me Mako," He opened the dark wooden door for you, gesturing outside, "I can take you home." You remembered what you thought you had dreamt.

"Wait, did the truck actually hit me?" You finally asked. Mako smirked, closing the door.

"I thought you had forgotten. Yes. You were hit. Your soul is pretty powerful, though. I didn't find it fit to take it from you." He seemed unfazed by the whole situation. You wondered if he did this often, and if so, why?

"O...kay... do you know where I live?" You changed the subject. Mako leaned on the wall, glancing at the frame beside him. He took a moment to fix it before answering you.

"I don't... I took you from your funeral."

"Then why would you take me home?"

"You're going to your new home. Ilfalia." He took his scythe, bracing it before your neck. You gulped, leaning away from the cold metal, "If you don't want to go there, I could always take you myself."

"M-maybe we could work something out? I-I like it here...." You muttered. Mako paused, lowering his scythe.

"Y-you do..?" He asked. You watched his stone, mental wall crack at that statement.

"O-of course... It's really nice here." You reiterated. Mako looked you over, spying the table of books behind you. He smirked and snapped his fingers.

"Then I have a proposal for you."

"Name it."

"You can stay if you reenact my books with me." He offered. You knew exactly what he meant, blushing and pointing at the dark robes on his body.

"C-can you even do any of that?" You asked. Mako nodded, a wide smile stretching his skull. He pulled his robe off and showed you exactly what his captured souls did for him. He manipulated the deep green, almost liquid substance to exit from his fingers, coiling it on his back and on the front of his pelvis.

Lengthy, slimy tendrils whipped from his back, gripping your wrists and raising you into the air. He hummed and toyed with the sensitive piece at his base.

"What do you prefer? Long or thick?" He smirked. Your mind was blanking, you couldn't believe what this creature of death was doing to you.

"I... I don't..."

"Aw, blanking? Hehe, I'll just do both~" He decided, molding his piece into the perfect size for you. He took your hips and lulled his long green tongue out of his sharp jaw, licking up your body as he thrust roughly into you.

You gasped, his large piece stretching you as he pushed himself in without hesitation. His tentacles trailed down your stomach, teasing your clit and entering your behind. You struggled against the feeling, uncomfortable with the tentacle writhing in your crevice. You let a choked moan when he pulled back and slammed back in, grunting happily.

He dropped you onto him, chuckling at your squeaking reactions. His motions were harsh and unforgiving on your tender pussy. His appendage slipped deeper into your behind, writhing. You grit your teeth and arched, pressing against his rib cage.

"Oh? Do you like that..~?" He chuckled bouncing you harder. You mewed sweetly.

"Y-yes! Yes, I love it! Ahhh..." You broke, begging for more.

Mako laid you down in his bed and railed you like no other. His long, iridescent tongue hung out of his mouth. His heavy, lustful breaths brushing your neck. You stared into his deep darkened depths, watching his green flames flicker over your body, watching every creamy inch bounce under him.

"M-mako...! I-I'm gonna come..." You panted, arching and tightening as the waves of heat crashed over you. Mako groaned loudly, releasing his reaper liquid into you. His strange, effective biology driving you to the most intense orgasm you could remember, stealing your thoughts and catching your breath.

When your mind returned, Mako was collapsed beside you, his wings twitching. You glanced at him, panting, smiling.

"You alright?" You asked with a light laugh. He nodded silently, face down in his pillows.

"I don't want to move..." He muttered.

"I can't feel my legs, haha." You snickered, rolling onto your side and wrapping an arm around him.

"Good." He huffed, his body relaxed to the point of paralysis. You hummed and dragged your finger along his spine.

"Mind if I sleep here?"

"Of course not... You can stay here as long as you like." He offered. Mako finally urged himself to meet your face with a chaste kiss, smiling. You nuzzled his neck and curled up happily, sleeping soundly beside him.

#younme #reader insert #x reader #oc x reader #monster x reader #female reader #tw death #skeleton x reader #smut #tentacles

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firephoenix23 · 23 days

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So I know a lot of the pilots of Disney shows have been going around but someone sent me the pilot of what slugterra was going to be and I thought I would talk about it because it is interesting. First off it’s really short only about 3 minutes but basically it’s Eli or Elias Stone chasing what looks to be Dr. Blakk with Pronto or Pinto as he is called in the short

I want to apologize in advance some of these photos are not the best quality but I did what I had to. First off Slugterra was not originally called that it was called Subterrainea which thank god they changed it that is kind of a mouth full and it was a lot more western than sci-fi western we get later. Like even the blasters look like guns.

But let’s address the elephant in the room, why does Eli looks so ugly in this show 😂😂 and so much younger too. I feel like in the current show they make Eli look younger by making everyone around him look jacked as fuck even though all the younger male models look buff as well. But in this show he literally looks like a middle schooler. And I guess Trixie is like his friend from school who is the only one who knows about his adventures to Subterrainea. We don’t know if she goes with him or not but she at least knows. But thank god they changed Eli’s color scheme to blue, orange, white, and black. He’s a little better to look at than green, red, and pale yellow. I do wonder why all the changes though. I’m going to be wondering that the whole time

Which is the other thing I want to address is that Eli or well ELIAS and BEATRIX go to SCHOOL! We don’t know if Elias is like the protector or just goes down for the lols but we do know that he is trying to juggle this secret double life of going to school like a normal kid but also protecting the secret of Subterrainea like wow NEVER heard that premise for a kid show before 😒

That’s why I’m glad they cut out the surface all together but kept the secret part. I think it makes more of an impact in slugterra especially since it’s like who knows what. Also it just makes more sense. Like what kid would escape the world of slugterra travel 100 miles up just to go to middle school. Like nah fam couldn’t be me. Also I don’t actually know if they are in middle school but come on look at them.

Pinto is literally just Pronto even down to the voice acting. I like that they had the comic relief character down first before the main character. Also funny note did you know that Pronto in canon has a twin brother named Pinto. In ROTE Will Shane says like oh I’ve met you before and Pronto says no you’ve met my identical twin brother Pinto. I just think it’s funny that it’s a little nod to his pilot name

Uh Dr. Blakk kinda looks the same except for the hat and the mecha beast. It didn’t look like he was using ghouls just regular slugs so I’m not sure what Elias is chasing him down for. Elias shows Beatrix that he got a slug from him and then she touches it and the school lights go out which brings in SOOO many questions. Like is the surface electricity powered by slug energy???

I was gonna mention the slugs next but they are relatively the same except design wise. They look a lot more stylized and detailed than in the show which makes sense gotta save money where you can. Be honestly I’m glad they changed them some of them are kinda ugly like the joker looking one.

There are so many other things like why did they change Eli’s last name, why did they give him a white wolf mecha instead of the white horse (probably because it looks cooler not gonna lie), why is Elias Stone so ugly 😂😂 so many questions. But I think it’s just cool what slugterra could have been. It gives me such nostalgia for the late 2000s/early 2010s DisneyXD shows like Randy Cunningham, Kick Buttowski, Max Steel. Like all the EdGy boy cartoons that I somehow ended up watching as a little girl 😅

I mean I just looked and season wise and success wise Slugterra stomps them all. I mean which show has its own Roku channel the one and only Slugterra baby! 😂 But anyway I’m glad they made the changes that they did.

#slugterra #I think there were some people who posted about the old slugterra a long time ago on tumblr #I gotta find them I know I liked them a long time ago

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silent-sanctum · 2 years

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A Slice of Morioh: "Little Miss"

Summary: Having newly arrived in the quaint little town of Morioh-cho, you entrust your daughter to 2 teenagers who wouldn't suspect to be the child of someone they already know, let alone someone who never looked like the type.

Today was a sunny day. A perfect time for classic Josuke-Okuyasu shenanigans.

When Josuke wasn't preoccupied with Stand hunt or school, his ultimate pastimes were always spent with the always-down-for-anything Okuyasu. Koichi was always invited and often times hung out with the duo during school break periods, but outside the grounds, he spends his time studying or with his new sociopathic girlfriend Yukako.

What they did during these pastimes were near limitless in variety- from searching for change around town with Shigechi, go on a food spree, marathon a shit ton of video games that they hoarded, and other ideas they would procure.

It was only on this particular day that they had 0 clue on what to do. Spending time on the benches by the street weren't exactly their standard activity. "Oi Josuke..." Okuyasu said, lying on the concrete with a contemplative expression. "Are you sure we went to Tonio's last week? Maybe it was a different Italian restaurant we haven't heard about?"

The pompadour student exhaled a heavy sigh. "You had your spine explode and your teeth raining onto the pasta. Where else other than Tonio's could that happen?"

"You have a point."

"Excuse me, you two over there!" Josuke hummed in question, turning over to his left to see who called out to him and his best friend.

From the distance, he could pinpoint a female figure approaching them with a tiny child by her side. She looked mature enough to indicate she was older than him, sporting a thin teal coat over a white shirt-and-short set and white boots.

The child beside her was no more than 10, with space buns for hair and a black-neon green motif going on as her color palette. It's a cute addition for small butterfly clips to dot her clothes for that cherry-on-top bonus.

"Josuke Higashikata, correct?" The female turned to his best friend with same recognition. "And you must be Okuyasu Nijimura."

"Uh t-that would be us yes?" Josuke stammered. If his memory didn't fail him, he didn't remember seeing this woman's face around town and being moderately friendly with nearly every civilian here, he should have known her appearance at the very least.

She knew his name but he didn't know who she was.

"Who are you and how'd you know our names?" Okuyasu said back hunched as he scanned you, narrowing his eyes. "You're pretty though, not gonna lie."

"Ah I'm new here in case you were wondering. I'm Y/N and this is my daughter Jolyne." You turned to look at the child, who had her tiny hands wrapped around her mother's leg, shy. "Say hi to the nice men, pearl."

Jolyne glanced at the squatting student with the pompadour and without looking, said a quick "hello" and immediately hurried to hide behind the adult.

"Oh ho, not used to strangers is she?" Josuke said with an amused smile.

"It may look like that but she usually gets along rather fast with people she just met if you spend enough time with her," you chuckled, petting the top of Jolyne's head.

"Speaking of which, how'd you know us exactly?"

"Ah yes! My husband told me about you two. He isn't exactly a too-trusting person on the daily. So for him to say he trusts you two is a big deal," you said. "Well...trusts mostly Josuke but you seem like a nice guy too Okuyasu."

Husband? Josuke subtly glanced down at your left hand, and saw a shining silver band wrapped snuggly around your ring finger. "O-Oh, I'm flattered and all, but what's the whole trust thing gotta do with us?"

"I'm working with an organization and one of the assignments I need to find just so happens to be in vacation location of Morioh. I have a lead on him and I might be able to catch him within the day," you explained. "But no one's going to watch my little girl. Her great-grandpa is here but I don't wanna stress him more."

"But mommy, I can watch over myself with grandpa at the hotel daddy's staying in," Jolyne whined, tugging at her mother's coat.

"You know your dad's still a bit paranoid with us here so he needs some reassurance that someone is making sure his little pearl is safe. You don't want daddy to get worried, right?" Jolyne pouted, but nodded in understanding.

"That's my girl." You kissed the girl's chubby cheek and turned her attention to Josuke and Okuyasu. "I have to go. I'll try to be back by 5 PM, but if I end up late, her father's going to fetch her. You two good with that?"

"Sure thing Y/N-san!"

"Promise me you'll watch over her carefully."

"We promise!"

"Awesome." You motioned the child forward and she slowly walked to the teenager's side with tiny steps. Just then, your phone rang and you plucked the blocky device out of your bag. You groaned but looked at the boys with a smile. "Thanks a bunch guys."

"Wait!" Josuke called out, stopping you from going as you had the phone by your ear. "What does her father look like? We just want to make sure she's given to the right person."

"Ah yes sir, hold on for a moment- her dad's tall and intimidating. You'll know who it is the second he steps in don't worry. She's a huge daddy's girl!" You flashed one more reassuring smile before heading off to the opposite direction with a slight jog to your steps.

Well... at least they knew what they were going to do for the day.

"Alright! Where do you want uncle Josuke to take you?" He said as upbeat as possible, just to make the little girl feel less anxious with a teenager she just met.

"I-I don't know, but im hungry."

"Well there's the sandwich shop Shigechi goes to a lot." Okuyasu offered. "Or we can go to Tonio's."

"Dude, you always want to go to Tonio's." Josuke groaned. He glanced down at Jolyne and smiled. "You hungry? Do you want to grab a sandwich?"

Jolyne shook her head. "Not hungry for sandwiches..." She had a cute little pout on her face before her eyes widened and turned to look at Josuke. "Ice cream? Can we have ice cream instead?"

"Ooh a sweet tooth type of kid," he chuckled, patting her shoulders. "Roger that. Next destination, the ice cream parlor!"

All 3 went to the said location, happy to find out the place wasn't as booked and busy like the last few times the duo went there. At Jolyne's request, Josuke ordered for her a simple vanilla cone topped with sprinkles and chocolate syrup, while he bought popsicles for him and Okuyasu.

He thought back to what you said just as you were about to leave. About what her father possibly looked like so he could lend her over to the right person. Tall and intimidating... man, Josuke could list of any tall adult in Morioh and as far as he know, older strangers were a bit scary.

"Hey kid," Josuke tapped the girl's shoulder. In the middle of her dessert snacking, she glanced at the student with wide eyes. "What does your dad look like?"

"Didn't you already ask mommy about that?"

"It doesn't hurt to ask again..." He murmured, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well... daddy is really tall and looks scary to a lot of people, but if you get to know him, he's super nice and brings me to work a lot!" Jolyne gleefully said, waving her arms around.

"U-uh I need an image. You know eye color, hair color, what types of clothes he wear, stuff like that."

"Ah. I have daddy's hair and eyes. I liked the color yellow so my mommy and daddy dyed my bangs yellow." Jolyne giggled, finishing the last of her ice cream treat. "He dresses cool too."

So black hair and blue-green eyes. Got it.

The day continued and under the clear sunny sky, Josuke and Okuyasu figured taking the child to stroll around the park would be a fun idea considering they could visit the playground on the way.

"Hey mister?" Josuke hummed, looking down at her with open eyes. "Your hairstyle's funny-looking."

Josuke paused.

Jolyne reached to tug at the pompadour student's uniform, wondering why the teenager stopped midway their path. "Mister?"

"Kid, shhh!" Okuyasu immediately crouched to Jolyne's level to cup her mouth in panic. "You can't say stuff like that about his hair."

"Why not? His hair reminds me of the steak I ate in Florida, but blue!"

A threatening purple glow emanated out of the teenager, a scowl fixated on his face. "Oi oi oi, you better watch what you say kid." Though it was irrational, Crazy Diamond was at the brink of surfacing, ready to give the child a lesson... a more lenient lesson. "I'm about to teach you something but you won't like it."

"Josuke, Josuke, I think we should calm down before we Uh... hurt a small child." Okuyasu said in an attempt to divert the other's attention away from the accidental insult.

But the words turned useless in the teenager's ears as he continued glaring at the girl. "But it does look like steak for me. Why are you angry?"

"You little-"

"Are you threatening me?" Both teens shared the same look of surprise at the sudden bold outburst and angry disposition of a 6-year-old child.

Josuke continued regardless. She's a little kid, what's she about to do? Punch my knees? Kick my shins? "Yeah I am, what are you gonna do about it kid?"

"I'm going to tell daddy about this. He hates it when I'm threatened."

Josuke chuckled. "Ho ho, bet your father's not gonna know what's coming to him if that's the case." If her father's not Stand user, he'd be willing to bet the risk of ruining the man's face and he's not gonna know what hit him.

"Dude hold up!" the other student exclaimed, waving his hands in a panic as the two engaged in a heated stare down. "Think about Y/N Josuke. Are you really going to be able to handle seeing the hurt on her face knowing you beat her kid?"

At the thought of your trusting smile, Josuke reeled back his temper and focused on quelling his petty habit of bursting into anger at one jab about his hairstyle. He let out one big exhale and forced himself to chuckle. "You know what? This guy's got a point."

Okuyasu puffed out his chest, proud of himself. Jolyne, however, kept her narrowed gaze firm, pouting with crossed arms.

"Oh and would you look at that?" Josuke said, peering off into the distance causing the girl and his best friend to follow his line of sight. "It's the playground!"

In almost an instant, Jolyne beamed and gasped, forgetting the fact she was probably considering making him her enemy. "Playground?! Can we go?"

They, in fact went to the playground where the little girl spent her time on the seesaw (with Okuyasu on the other side), the slides, and the swing set.

Other than ordinary babysitting moments, the trio spent the remaining day doing whatever children liked to do. On some occasions, Jolyne would simply follow wherever the two teenagers would go: Sneaking into the school's gym, Tonio's restaurant, the arcade, Cafe Deux Margots, Rohan's place for shits and giggles, etc.

By 5 PM, they settled down in front of Josuke's house, just outside on the doorstep. Jolyne fell asleep on his lap, tired from all her mini exploration around Morioh with her new friends. Josuke told Okuyasu that he could call it a day, but the latter was determined to complete this babysitting mission the way they started it: Together.

Okay that was cheesy. Josuke cringed.

About 10 minutes later, a voice called out. "Oi Josuke. Okuyasu." Snapping out of his sleepy daze, the teenager looked up to see Jotaro standing in front of him, clad in his mostly white get-up.

"Oh hey Jotaro-san," he yawned and nudged the other student, who fell asleep on the grass, awake. "Another Stand user case?"

"There's no update about a new Stand user emerging so that's not the case for now." He glanced down to see the sleeping child on Josuke's lap. "I see you've been busy the whole day."

"Ah yes! We've kept our time occupied being good citizens of town by watching over this gorgeous chick's child by bringing her around the place," Okuyasu said, grinning widely.

"Oh?"

"That's right! And now we're just waiting for her dad to show up so we can hit the hay inside," Josuke continued.

"I see... well you all must be tired." Jotaro sighed and stepped forward towards the little girl. "I'll take over from here."

"Woah woah now! I'm gonna need you to stop right there." The pompadour student rose his hand, holding the girl closer to him.

The gesture only made the adult cock a brow with question. "Excuse me?"

"I know you're secretly concerned over our well-being, that you're a fully grown adult, and all that but just to let you know, we made a promise to this child's mom that we will be the one sending her off to her father," Josuke said.

"Yeah! We promised!" Added in by Okuyasu with the same determined huff. "We don't do broken promises here."

"That's good to know but it's getting late and she has to-"

"No buts! We will be standing firm right here even if it takes us all night." The student could feel his ego flare up, proud that he was standing up for himself against someone as stoic as the marine biologist.

Even though the said biologist was unamused, the visor of his hat shading over his eyes. Josuke had to keep telling himself to not dissolve into a nervous breakdown from the stern look the adult was giving him now.

Jolyne shifted around and blinked her eyes open, yawning. "Noisy, noisy..." She mumbled, looking to whoever disturbed her sleep. The second she laid her eyes on the adult, she broke into a big smile, squirming in the teen's hold.

"Daddy!"

"Oh is he here?" Josuke looked ahead, past the mountain of a man and towards the street off to the side to see for a nearing person. "Where is he tho-"

"Daddy's here!" Jolyne pried Josuke's arms off of her and rushed forward. "Daddy!"

At the same time, Jotaro crouched down momentarily to open his arms and welcome the child's tiny yet tight hug, reciprocating it with a gentler one. "How's my little pearl?"

"I missed you! You didn't come home last night to read me my bedtime story," Jolyne pouted, prompting the man to huff and ruffle her hair.

"I did come home last night but you were already sleeping with mommy by the time I came back."

"Still... you should've woke me up and put me back to sleep again."

Jotaro lifted her off the ground, settling her on his arm. "That's... not a good idea, but I'll try to come home earlier for you. Would that be alright?"

"Mhm!"

Wait. Hold on.

Josuke and Okuyasu had to bide in a few seconds to process what just happened. From the second she woke up down to the last moment of her being carried by the most stoic Stand user in Morioh.

"J-Jotaro-san... you're a dad??"

"And is there a problem with that?" He said curtly, brushing Jolyne's bangs to the side.

Not once in his life would he imagine that the ever so busy, no-time-for-emotions Jotaro Kujo would actually be a legitimate father to a girl. But having Jolyne as his daughter also meant-

"Wait you're married???" Okuyasu exclaimed.

"...Yes?" Josuke subtly glanced to the adult's hand to spot an identical silver band wrapped around his ring finger.

The teenager wondered how the hell you've managed to seduce this man into being your devoted husband when all he responds to the opposite sex were either neutrality or hostility (as based from his observations at least).

No. No that can't be. This must be a joke. It has to be some elaborate prank that's so well orchestrated it's real. Sure the man's capable of achieving a family but knowing him, his demeanor, and his workload?

"Pearl, how about you show these boys your little birthmark." Jotaro said, making the little girl nod and tug the collar of her dress down to the side. On the back of her shoulder, a clear star-shaped mark was revealed in the clear of day.

"I got this from daddy. He also has one on his back." Jolyne said with pride.

No shit. This is legit. "A-Ah okay then."

"Oh! I forgot to tell you something." Oh crap.

Jotaro hummed. "What is it?"

"A while ago, I said uncle Josuke's hair looked like blue steak-" Oh crap oh crap oh crap.

The pompadour student loudly chuckled, cutting off the child's direct statement. "And I laughed it off. You know how I brew in anger every time someone insults my hair? None of that with her. She's a sweet little cutie."

"That's not true. He threatened me. Said he'll teach me something I won't like."

Shit. Josuke risked a glance at the biologist's response and as expected, that familiar shade over his eyes and tight lips returned, purely focused on Josuke. "Is that so?"

"Uhuh, and he said you're not gonna know what coming when I said I'll be telling you," Jolyne puffed her chest and cheeks, mildly upset.

Josuke's knees nearly buckled the moment as Jotaro radiated that specific aura and a mirage of Star Platinum emerged out of him, white-gloved fist already clenched. He just hoped he won't use time stop all of a sudden to knock the living daylights out of him.

"I'd say otherwise..." He glared at the teenager and the latter broke into a nervous sweat, already imagining the clock's ticking coming to halt. "But you and I know better."

Josuke exhaled in relief, the weight of dread lifted of his shoulders. "Well, would you look at the time! It's about time I head home-"

Before Okuyasu could continue and possibly flee (so much for sticking together), Jolyne casually pointed at him and said, "He called mommy pretty."

The mentioned student tripped over himself. Now it was his turn to break into nervous sweating as the adult supplied his daughter's comment. "I'm aware. He called mommy a 'gorgeous chick' minutes ago as well. In a tone that sounded like he was planning to hit on my wife."

Star made another appearance yet again and Okuyasu got on his knees as he shielded himself. "N-No not at all Jotaro-san! I was just saying Y/N's objectively pretty! No plans whatsover! Please don't hurt me!"

The marine biologist didn't respond for a solid second before letting out one deep sigh with his Stand fading back into him. "Again... we know better."

"We should get going. It's getting late and Y/N's most likely back in the hotel wondering where we are." Jotaro looked at Jolyne and cocked his head at their direction. "Say goodbye."

She turned to them and waved. "Bye-bye uncle Josuke and uncle Okuyasu!"

And as simple as that, the father-daughter duo left the Higashikata residence, leaving the best friends dumbfounded and unable to process what just happened.

"You know... when you think about it," Josuke said. "Knowing someone like him has a family, kinda makes me wanna snoop more about his personal life. Is that wrong?"

"Bro, I was thinking about the exact same thing," Okuyasu said in return. "We should invite Koichi too. He'll be missing out."

And both them grinned as a result.

After that day, the relentless Josuke-Okuyasu duo had a new pastime added to the list.

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #diamond is unbreakable #jotaro kujo #jolyne kujo #i wrote this on my phone omg the screen's so small

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seireiteihellbutterfly · 5 months

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Sakura Blossom Confessions (Gin x Byakuya)

A/N: So this is an update to an anon ask I received asking for a HC about how Gin and Byakuya fall in love (here). But I couldn’t help myself and it ended up turning into a one-shot. I did make an HC post earlier about Byakuya X Gin ships, and I’d like to think this is the more fleshed out version.

Rating: E. Nothing explicit, a lot of sarcasm, mocking, Gin being mean to Byakuya ^_^ Pairing: Gin X Byakuya Word Count: 8053 (phew!) Unedited, apologies for that, will probably spruce things up when I find time.

The Kuchiki household insists on hosting an event, like a Sakura Blossom Festival to welcome spring. Byakuya only does it because it’s a duty placed on him. He unwillingly invites the other shinigami, wondering if this frivolity is really necessary.

Gin is surprised when he sees his invitation, but upon finding Byakuya, smirks at him and says, “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Byakuya brushes off this interaction and chalks it up to Gin just being his usual peculiar self.

The day of the event, Gin has dressed up in his best kimono, a pale mint green with a white obi, peeking in through the main entrance of the Kuchiki manor. The word ‘oppulence’ does not even begin to cover the amount of decorations and food that has been arranged for the event. The sakura blossoms which should have been the main attraction are all somehow faded away into the background, their shy color barely visible amongst all the lights that have been put up in the garden.

Several nobles from different families are present, sipping their expensive sake, eating caviar and enjoying the finest cuts of sushi. Gin slips through the crowd, eventually finding Aizen, also dressed up in a kimono of pale blue silk. “So this is how the other side lives eh?” He says while grabbing a cup of sake from a passing server. Aizen merely chuckles at Gin’s remark.

Byakuya eventually makes an entrance, looking incredibly attractive in a dark lavender kimono that is richly patterned with a floral print. His kenseikan are all in place, his chiseled, pale face scanning the crowd as he thanks everyone for turning up and that he hopes they’re enjoying themselves, that it’s the pride of the Kuchiki clan to host this event.

As the evening passes, slowly, everyone starts to leave, thanking Byakuya. Byakuya sighs, feeling a sense of relief as the manor empties out, the help quickly removing all the little tables and lights from the garden. He sits down on one of the benches, then frowns as he senses another presence.

Gin slowly makes his way over to Byakuya. He couldn’t help but notice the frown on his face and of course, what better thing to do when someone is frowning than to piss them off?

“Quite the shindig ya threw there Kuchiki sama.”

Byakuya gives Gin a confused look at the use of the title, although it wasn’t inappropriate. It somehow sounded…snide? In any case, he wasn’t in the mood. His battery was drained and all he was thinking of is how to boot out Gin in the quickest way possible.

“Thank you. You never bother with titles even at work.” It wasn’t a question. Gin shrugs dismissively,

“When in Rome, right? Gotta give the noble his dues in his own home. Where else would I do it?”

The words are already triggering an exhausted Byakuya who clenches his jaw. Ignoring this, Gin looks around the empty garden.

“Considering this was supposed to be a sakura blossom event, it might have been better if the focus had been, ya know, on the blossoms?” He gestures to the trees with their delicate branches, the lovely flowers open in beautiful blush pink tones. Now that all the decorations have been moved, they’re far more visible.

Byakuya looks very taken aback, looking at the blossoms and back at Gin.

“Events are meant for socializing, Ichimaru taicho. The sakura blossoms were merely a uniting factor.”

What would this scrap from the Rukongai understand about regal events like this?

Gin’s smirk widens as if he had heard Byakuya’s thoughts. “I see. So the nobles socialize, and the lower class are invited to watch the show. Like theatre. Only there’s no stage.”

Byakuya’s head is throbbing, both from irritation and exhaustion. He hadn’t wanted to throw this damn event in the first place but he wasn’t about to admit that to Gin of all people.

“Anyhoo, very pretty place to grow up in. Must be nice, a servant catering to your every whim.”

“I did not have a servant catering to my every whim. I have trained just as hard to become a shinigami as anyone else.”

“How much did you train to become the next head of the Kuchiki clan?”

Oh, Gin was pushing all the right buttons here and he can’t help but snicker as a look of fury comes onto Byakuya’s usually calm face.

“I earned that title by ensuring I acted befittingly of a noble. I had to be proficient in finance, business relations - what are you agreeing with?” Byakuya asks through clenched teeth as Gin nods his head patronizingly.

“Finance, business…impressive. So it looks like the head of the Kuchiki clan needed to be able to count money above everything else. A little disappointing, I mean there’s bartenders who could do that job…” Gin lets his words do their magic as a vein comes into Byakuya’s forehead, his jaw tightening in ire.

“Your skills as a shinigami might be impressive, Ichimaru taicho, but don’t pretend you understand the workings of upperclass society.”

“Oh, like I’d want to.” Gin’s voice takes on a fake, flourishing accent. “Here Kuchiki sama, we’ve ironed your uniform, it took us 3 days because we had to track down a fairy who uses magic powder to give it an extra wrinkle free finish! Oh, respected Kuchiki sama, we apologize that we only gave you one set of chopsticks at breakfast, the silversmith ran out of material to make another fresh pair today!”

Byakuya’s rage peaked and for a moment, he was rendered speechless by it, unable to think of a response to Gin’s mocking. Gin on the other hand, was thoroughly enjoying himself, the stoic Byakuya’s face getting redder by the minute.

“Seems like retorts are something they don’t teach you in noble school.” Gin pokes the bear again.

“I am not some prissy, spoiled little lord!” Byakuya hisses, very much struggling to not raise his voice and attract the attention of the servants.

“Kuchiki sama, don’t kid yourself. You’re the poster boy for that tagline. Although, I thought I don’t understand the workings of upper class society. So why are you wasting your time trying to prove to me that you’re not all those things?”

Byakuya feels his anger ebb the tiniest fraction as Gin’s words hit him.

Why AM I trying so hard to change the image of me he has in his head?

“Anyway, great party. Shame about the sakura being ignored. They really are very pretty this time of year.”

Byakuya must always have the last word. Always.

“Ichimaru taicho!” His words are filled with irritation but somehow, have lost their edge. Gin looked over his shoulder in curiosity.

“I worked very hard to bring this event together. At least pretend to be a gracious guest and say a proper goodbye before departing.”

Gin’s smirk widens into a full blown grin as he walks back towards Byakuya. A few sakura blossom petals fall in his wake. “Oh? Is Kuchiki sama teaching me how to be all prim and proper now? Is there a handbook on nobility mannerisms?”

Byakuya knows his temper may have gotten the best of him, along with the desire to have the last word. There was no winning when it came to Gin Ichimaru.

“No, but it’s considered good manners anywhere to bid your host goodbye. I imagine even the Rukongai inhabitants practice this.”

“I see. And how much does the pretty Kuchiki sama know about life in the Rukongai?” Gin is uncomfortably close to Byakuya now, close enough for him to count each lovely eyelash on Byakuya’s lids. Byakuya’s mouth opens, and in a somewhat muted manner, he mumbles, “I’ve…heard things…”

“I see. So Kuchiki sama has a working pair of ears. Good to know. I wonder how sensitive they are to sound…” Gin works his way even closer to Byakuya, his lips now right against his ear.

“Thank you for the lovely evening, Kuchiki sama,” Gin whispers teasingly. The soft flow of air sends chills down Byakuya’s spine and a blush forms on his face.

What was happening?

Gin pulls away, looking at Byakuya’s face. “No wonder Senbonzakura chose you. You look just like a sakura blossom right now.” Sensing Byakuya had been effectively shut up, he waves his hand in farewell and takes his leave.

Byakuya watches him go, heart racing and the damn blush getting deeper by the minute. A few more sakura blossoms fall at his feet.

Do we want a part 2??!! Let me know!!! dividers by k1ssyoursister

#bleach #bleach fandom #bleach fanfiction #bleach fic #bleach imagines #bleach byakuya #byakuya kuchiki #gin ichimaru #byakuya x gin #gin x byakuya #byaichi #bleach ships

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lincolndjarin · 6 months

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Best Kept Secret Q&A

contains spoilers for all of bks !!

thank you @znerac for asking these !!

Is there anything you would of written differently? Why, and what would you of done?

the short answer is yes lmao.

the long answer is also yes but with a bunch of explanation. writing bks chapter by chapter and posting as i go is great and also not great for several reasons. getting immediate feedback is always great, and it pushes me to keep writing but it also means that i can't change things once they're written.

if i could the main things i would change would be :

i would rewrite any and all reader descriptions. in the early days of bks it was just a silly story that i wrote for myself. that being said i did my best to write the reader as ambiguous but a lot of my self bled through. very specifically is the fact that i get very very red when i'm embarrassed. i don't know the exact line but there was at one point in dins internal monologue something along the lines of "you blush blah blah blah, he wonders how deep the crimson tint goes." so i would change all of that for sure

on a less serious not i would rewrite all of chapter seven LMAO. i was stressed about six being the first smut chapter and i convinced myself that there needed to be more dirty stuff since i'd already started with it. i am haunted by the chapter seven blowjob. it feels so out of place to me like it's not needed, it's gotta go, i hate it but can do nothing about it.

hypothetically, If a movie/Show director came up to you to make a producion based heavily on BKS, would you take the opportunity?

yes and i would do it lin manuel miranda style by insisting that i play the lead and then i would demand pedro pascal as my counter part (he'll def take it, im convinced that man will do any movie.)

what inspired you to write bks?

a lot of things!!

mostly music, all sorts of songs. when i started it i had also just finished queen charlotte. (if you havent watched queen charlotte and like bks i highly recommend it.) i would say that bks!reader was based on charlotte early on. (i'm also gonna use my favorite line from queen charlotte in the epilouge)

and i just love telling stories. i love making these worlds and the people in them and this was the first time i ever put it into words!!

how do you think writing and posting bks has affected you? Positively, Negatively? What do you think would of changed if you didn't write it?

definitely both but the negatives aren't bad, and the positives make up for it.

bks in it's conception was always intended to be a coping mechanism for me. at the time of it's start my best (and realistically, only) friend was getting ready to move away for college and i realized that he was the only person i ever spent time with and i needed a hobby. i tried a few things until one day writing stuck. the intention was to have something to keep me busy but i ended up really loving it.

there's never been any external negatives, it really is just that i can be hard on myself but at the end of the day it's been a huge point of growth for me.

@knopes-waffles thank you lovey for sending these !!

was there a particular reason that you chose blue as Kodo’s color?

terrible answer to a great question but uhhh no lmao

i just had to pick a color and this is what my fingers typed lol, i knew from the get go that din's favorite color would be green so i had to pick something that wasn't that.

thank you to the anon who sent these !! (i assume these were from the same person bc they came in and the same time!!)

will din and queenie have more babies? or just grogu and their son?

i suppose we'll have to see ;)

(although after bks 28 this is answered haha)

where will they raise the babies? in the cabin?

i think so !! i like to think that they live in the cabin, bks!reader became attached to naboo and bks!din will happily live wherever she is. i also like to think that they travel though. they leave naboo as often as they can, din likes to show his children the galaxy so when they're older they definitely invest in a ship

thank you anon !! luv you !!

what was your absolute favorite scene to write?

there's so many gahhh im gonna try and narrow it down to a top three:

#1 : Chapter 16 - their first kiss

this was a big deal to me, i worked for quite some time on that scene. i had several long conversations with friends about it because i wanted it to have the weight of a scene from bridgerton. i love love love bridgerton, it's my guilty pleasure, and i wanted that scene to make me feel the way bridgerton love confessions make me feel. i needed an "i burn for you" and i had a lot of different versions but i eventually settled on "I ache." because i wanted it to be something that hurt, i think that bks!din is complicated (i sound so pretentious rn im so sorry) in a self hating way that makes even the idea of being happy extremely painful to him and i wanted to get that point across

#2 : Chapter 23 - the markets

the markets in general were always so so fun to write but the lunar markets especially. getting to write them as a normal couple shopping for sex toys was so so so fun, i remember being so exhausted writing this chapter but i loved it so much i just had to finish it.

short story break but i was up until 2 am writing this chapter, it was halfway done and i was supposed to be up at 7 to drive my grandma six hours to visit my aunt for a week. i texted her at 2 and said i was going to bed and i'd see her in the morning, she texted back and said she couldnt sleep so we just got in the car and went. when we got to my aunts i finished the chapter and then passed out lmao, editing it took ages bc i kept falling asleep

#3 : Chapter 3 - reading the smitten paladin

the entire scene where she's trying to not think about din while reading her porn book is always gonna be an all timer for me

(bonus: the epilouge has been very special to me. getting to write a happy ending for these characters that i have put through so much has been extremely healing for me)

thank you @darthbeebles !! <3

Were there any scenes you wrote/wanted to write but had to cut for some reason? I’d love some deleted scenes if you have any <3

so so so many. i will cover most in the little what if thing later this week but the biggest one was a masquerade ball.

i so badly wanted a scene where she was dancing at the ball and there's a masked man who asks for a dance with dark hair and a mask that only covers his eyes and GAH im making myself angry just thinking about it because i just couldn't make it work

i tried it on so many levels, but at the end of the day the climax of the story didn't work if she knew what he looked like. the identity swap twist didn't work as smoothly and after several attempts to work it in i had to scrap it

thank you @raintheegg my beloved for sending this in!!!!

What is your favorite characteristic about bsk!din?

very easily his devotion.

it makes him easy to write bc he has one character goal and it to keep reader as safe and happy as he can manage. it also helped me add in the vague religious themes because he really is just that in love with her right from the start

hi anon !!! thank you for sending this in!!

You don’t have to draw it out if you don’t want, but I’d love to see your vision for inside their closet in BKS!!! It feels like such an important space that I want to understand it exactly how you meant to portray it — 1000 rounds of applause for your writing, it was an incredible journey you took us on 🥲🥲

thank you so so much <3

i wanted to build distinct set pieces in the world, the closet, the nook, the cabin, etc. and the closet was based on my own closet!! i used to sleep in there with all of my pillows and blankets, i have some pics, i don't have any good ones because it's been a few years but these are the ones i found!!

thank you my sweet anon!!

what was the hardest chapter to write?

very easily chapter 26.

i had a very specific vision for it that i'd been working on for months and i wanted it to go over well. the rule i use with plot twists is that it either needs to not be guessed before it happens or it needs to executed in a pleasing enough way that if you did guess it you don't care or you feel accomplished. i couldn't be more proud of how it turned out

thank you anon for the ask !

why is kodo’s fav color blue

i thought about this one again and i did remember that i needed it to be an eye color so it ended up being between grey and blue and i went with blue!!

thank you anon who is definitely not @torizle-blog1

why are you so sexy and hilarious and perfect and awesome

years of practice.

#lincolndjarin #fic : best kept secret

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green-kat331 · 1 year

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My Friend Spider-man

Pt 1 : Friendly Neighborhood Reporter

(Non-specific! spider-man x reader)

A/N: This is a spider-man from no specific universe, game, comic, or movie, so let me clear some stuff up about Peter. He's a college student (about 18-19 y/o), and He's an intern at the Daily Bugle. You have been his friend since high school and are also in college and working at The Bugle.

warning: Gun, Swearing?

Walking through the streets of Queens New York is no easy task.

Your satchel bounced on your hip with each quick step. Today, you had to bring in your most recent reports to The Bugle. Something about a recent sports award or a shiny prize of some sort, you were practically asleep writing the damn thing. Judging by the busy crowd, you weren't gonna make it to save yourself from Jameson's lecture. Although the only thing he ever seems to talk about recently is Spider-man.

The web-slinging hero has been on everyone's mind recently since yet another save from a superbad villain. You can still see caution tape on a few buildings if you just walk a few blocks.

Now you're waiting towards the crosswalk when suddenly your arm is harshly pulled into an ally, and a gun is held to your stomach. A man cornered you and demanded your bag.

"Hand it over, and I won't have to use this one you."

"I- I swear I don't have anything very valuable in here for you to take. I have reports for my job that's it- I don't even carry a lot of cash on me—" you stutter through your stunned state trying to negotiate your way out of it, even though you know it's pointless

"I said hand it over!" He demands a little louder now.

Then another man runs into the alley, about the same age as the first man "Yo hurry up, we gotta get outta here," he whispered

"Alright! I got it," the first man answers and starts to forcibly pull your bag off your shoulder, but you held on tight. The shaking forced the latch to release, and most of your reports spilled out of the bag. At the same time, the man shot the gun into the air, forcing you to let go and cover your ears. The two men ran out of the alley and into the city streets.

You're left now alone with no choice but to salvage the papers you could. You held up the report by its edge. Now stained due to water and mud, the text was barely visible and the color was an ugly shade of brown.

"Ugh...Dammit, " you mumble. To be frank, your pride was more hurt than anything. They were clearly disorganized and young. It felt like you got robbed by a couple of teenagers.

You look around for any way to hold or dry the pages without damaging them.

Suddenly, a loud scream catches your attention, then a loud bang makes you jump, and you see the guys that just robbed you wrapped in webs and stuck on a dumpster. Staring in confusion, you wonder where the hero that dropped the men off might be.

Your question was soon answered.

"This belong to you?" A voice says now behind you.

The suddenness of the voice made you jump and turn around. you see the web-slinging vigilante hanging upside-down holding your satchel. You take a step back and stare at the masked hero. He tilts his head in wonder, then comes down from his web and hands you the bag properly.

"Uh... thank you, Spider-man" A smile couldn’t help but appear on your face

"What this? Oh, it's no problem. Just doing what any good ol' Samaritan woulda done." He expressed even waving his hands in the air and leaning on the alley wall.

You chuckled a bit at his casualness. He spoke as though he'd known you forever. Guess they don't call him 'Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man' for nothing.

3 years he's been at this. For the entirety of your senior year, you've been invested in the good deeds he has committed. Whether it's helping an old woman or keeping the green goblin from blowing up the entire city.

"So you, Report for the Bugle?" He asks, pointing at the papers. Coming out of your own thoughts. You see the muddy report with the mentioned newspaper logo in bold.

"yeah.. Yeah!.. Don't worry about Jameson. Trust me, not everyone there thinks he's right 100% of the time, especially about you. I don't read his blocks about you anyways," you ramble, kneeling down and picking up the rest of the reports.

"You a word-of-mouth type of person?"

"... yeah... you could say that..."You respond

Awkward silence

"...sorry... it's my first time getting robbed, Soo… Y' know I'm still...processing... Well maybe you don't actually know what it's like cuz- y'know-- you're spider-man.. i mean have you ever been robbed? sorry! That''s a stupid question. of course not" You ramble nervously tucking hair behind your ear and rubbing the back of your neck.

He chuckles. Then kneels down, and takes the papers from your arms, also doing his best to shake them dry. He puts them back into your bag, then shoots a web out of the ally "Next time you need my help, be sure to holler and I'll come swinging for you." he says with a wave and swings away.

You wave back, staring at where he disappeared from, calmly you walk out of the ally preparing yourself for Jameson's lecture, but little does he know a spark of inspiration appeared from that brief encounter.

Hopefully, today will be your day.

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You walk into The Bugle, moving past all the other reporters and editors running around the room. The sound of printers and typing almost made you walk right back out of the door, but you pushed through.

"Hey,(____)." You hear Peter say.

If you had to pick the most likable person in the office, Peter Parker would take the #1 spot every time. While people gave you sly looks for being a 'kid' in the work place. He never failed to greet you each morning occasionally with a coffee if you're lucky.

You quickly greet him back, then immediately go into Jameson's office.

"You're late." He states, not even bothering to look up at you. You rested the urge to choke him.

"I know - I uhh I ran into an issue on my way -"

"Put them on my desk then get working on the other files. They're on your desk. I want these all done by the end of the day"

As you begin to take the files out, you try to talk, "I was actually thinking of asking if I could -"

"Jesus, they're filthy. Print out more and—"

"I WAS ROBBED!" You finally shout, interrupting the prideful man "on the way here, that's why I'm late and why the papers are.. like that..." You finished now calmly.

He pauses

"Well you’re alive arent you? Did they take anything?" He asks. You sigh. Finally, he listened. "No. That's what I wanted to talk about. My stuff was given back because Spiderman caught them and returned my items. I want to do a report on him and all the great things he's done. ,"

"The great things!? He is a menace! We shouldn't be celebrating his crimes -"

"—I won't even ask for payment on this report. Come on, Mr. Jameson, why spend the entirety of your career shouting in papers and broadcasts about something you don't even like? For a few months is all I ask, I'll shine a different light on the vigilante while also doing my usual reports.

The older man thinks for a moment. "Think of your blood pressure," you quickly add-in. He glares at you, knowing the numerous lectures he receives from his wife about it. You were right, and he gives up after taking another puff of his cigar he turns his chair towards you "fine you'll be put on reports about Spiderman and current events. Your first print is at the end of the week, and I want the ones on your desk printed by the end of the day." You nod and turn to walk out of his office. Looking out the glass panel, you make eye contact with Peter, who was messing with his camera. You look back at Jameson who was angrily scribbling on his notepad almost ripping the pages.

"You're wrong about him, Jameson. He's good for this city."

"You're lucky. You're a good reporter. I don't pay you to be biased and sentimental. Just get the job done."

"... you don't pay me much of anything anyway."

"I decided to give the kiddies a chance. I've been feeling generous this year. Don't make me regret it. Now go and get those reports PRINTED!"

Quickly, you run out of his office, avoiding yet another burst eardrum. you slam the door and rush towards Peter with a giddy feeling in your stomach. You grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to your desk.

"Peter Parker, you are not going to believe what gold I have struck today!"

He stared at you with wondering eyes. "What- what? why? What happened just now?"

"I got put on the Spiderman reports"

"...the what now?"

"I'm doing reports on Spiderman! Isn't that exciting? My days won't be filled with just writing about middle school basketball and what ducks are fed at the parks. This is something real, something new, something exciting, and you're going to help me!" You state. He still looks at you bewildered. Leaning in close you grab his hands in between yours.

"Peter Parker, you are the best photographer I know. You have captured numerous and damn near impossibly close images of Spiderman swinging around and in some of the most perfect poses ever." His eyes avert yours for a split second as he blushed, clearly flattered by your praises

"Now I'm relying on your skills to get pictures of him in action, I wanna see him being the hero we know he is. Defeating bad guys and saving civilians! They need to know that he's actually helping people. Like you, like me."

Peter thinks for a moment, then looks into his camera. "You really think he's doing good?"

"I think he's doing great. Nothing like what Jamison makes him out to be."

He gives a quick smile, then walks over to his desk and grabs his bag. "So what are you gonna be doing?" He asks

Before taking a seat, you grin at your friend.

"I'm going to get whatever little piece of info I can get on the guy."

You smirk and turned back to your desk, you can't think too far ahead now all you need to focus on was getting these reports out of your way. although you couldn't help but wonder about Peters's nervous expression.

shrugging your shoulders you pull open your first file.

Hours Later….

You drag yourself and your bag into your apartment doors nearly collapsing in the hallway, your roommate peaked out of his room.

“Damn, you look like shit,” he says laughing at your misery.

You glared at him putting down your bag and keys. The journey to your bedroom was torturous, your back ached and your eyes felt like they were about to fall out of your head. Staying till the end of the day to finish reports made you want to abandon The Bugle altogether. even though it isn't the latest you've come home due to the heavy amounts of work Jameson decided to give you. But still, who would've thought a rookie like yourself would be placed on a task so much larger than you really knew what to do with. It made you kick your feet into your mattress as your eyes slowly succumbed to exhaustion.

Tomorrow you were gonna do whatever you need to. You were gonna get an interview with Spiderman.

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dreamyshape · 2 months

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( i hope you are taking these kinds of requests) Can i request marco taking care of a sick bug? (Oneshot or headcannons is fine)

Heeey, this took awhile to pop out but I hope you like it! I might draw something for this later if I get the motivation! I hope you enjoy!

Feeling Green

Bug and Marco Oneshot!

(Bug is sick, Bodie went to get herbs, Marco visits!)

“Hey Bug, I need to check that leg of yours.” Bodie knocks on your door. You cough and tell him to come in. You’re sitting on the bed, that was once Marco’s, as you shield your eyes from any light. You have a skull splitting headache, your throat burns, and you feel nauseous but you don’t want to worry the big gator man. “Kiddo, you feelin alright there?” the gator questions. You nod but you can just feel his mother hen mode kicking in. “Come on now, your skins awfully pale. You coming down with something, bug?” The worried reptile places a scaled hand to your forehead. “You feel awfully warm. A fever perhaps?” You shake you head and decide to tell him what’s going on. He huffs and stands up, “I know what you have but I don’t have the right herbs to take care of you. I’ll have to go gather them real quick. Will you be fine on your own?” You nod. “Alrighty, I’ll be back in a jiffy!” Before you can bid him goodbye, he’s out the door. You can’t help but sigh at how kind he is and decide to take a nap. Maybe it’ll make your headache go away.

*knock knock* “Bodie, you in there? I came to give you some supplies.” Marco calls out to Bodie, unaware of his absence. “Bodie?” The gator boy asks again before swinging the door to the hut open. “Maybe he isn’t here, I’ll just drop these on the counter I suppose. I wonder if bedbug is here.” Marco’s steps echo in the house and Maria flutters behind him. “Hey, Buggy, you in there?” A cough and a quiet ‘yes’ is the only thing he receives. Your voice sounds rather gravely. “Can I come in?” he’s gotta ask’s, not wanting to barge in. You tell him to enter and he slowly cracks the door open. You are a rather pitiful sight at the moment and he can’t help but feel sorry for you. “You alright? You look like someone hit you with a poisonous arrow.” He chuckles and you groan. The headache you had is worse than what it was before you decided to take a nap. The throbbing pain had almost drowned out Marco’s words. “Seriously, Bug, are you alright? You look sickly.” You nod, no point in lying with the way he looks at you. You’re still nauseous and the room is spinning but you still find the strength to open your eyes and look at him. “Jeez, bug, what could have possibly caused this?” The slim gator thinks aloud. “And where is Bodie? I didn’t see him when I came in.” You tell him that he went looking for medicinal herbs for you. “I might just have them. Did he say what he was looking for?” You shake your head. “Can you tell me what’s wrong with you and maybe I can see if I have any.” You weakly nod and explain what’s going on. “Oh, you need a mixture of Fennel, Turmeric, and, oregano. I’m sure I have enough to make you some makeshift medicine.” The halfblood huffs before leaving the room. You open your eyes further and just now notice that Maria is standing on your stomach. She caws and uses her beak to lightly tap your head before flying off to Marco who, judging by the noises, is in the kitchen. You drape your hand over your eyes and groan, trying to settle the headache. Marco suddenly pops back into the room holding a small cup and an oddly colored mixture. “Now then, this should help but I’m gonna warn you that it will probably taste bad.” He just slightly smiles and walks toward your… well his, bed. He sits down at the side and you prop yourself up. “I assume you can hold this on your own, yeah?” He questions, he tried to make it sound like a silly little joke but you can tell he is slightly worried. You nod and, with shaky hands, lift the cup to you mouth. The first few sips make you grimace but you push through and soon finish the cup. He pats your head. “You should lay down and give it time to settle. I need to head out. I’ll see you soon, Bug.” You wave goodbye and lay down. Ready to fall asleep. You listen to the gentle creaking of the floorboards before your conciseness fads.

“Hey, Sugarbug, I got the herbs you need!” You stir from sleep to the sound of Bodie. He opens your door and notices the color to your skin has returned. “Huh, did you get better while I was gone?” You look up at the gator and explain that Marco came over and helped you with your sickness. “Oh? This is the second time he’s come over when I was out collecting herbs.” You smile and sit up, your headache has calmed down and you no longer feel like you’re gonna puke your insides out. “Well looks like I have extra herbs just in case this happens again but let’s hope it doesn’t.” He chuckles before heading back into the kitchen. You remain sitting on the bed and look over your leg, before sighing and standing up to help Bodie in the kitchen. You never got to thank Marco.

#asmr roleplay #gator boys #obsidian lantern #asmr #asmr rp #mage bunkshelf #capitalmaudios

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toni-kirkwood99 · 2 months

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This is my first ever post on here. That's mine, so talk to me nice, please🥹🫶🏿💯. I've never done warnings before, so if I miss something, please let me know! I'll have to figure out how to fix it and edit this post. I've never done that before either...😅

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Mentions of pussy eating, reader has female anatomy, pussy eating, begging brat reader, daydream fuck, vaginally sex, passionate sex, oral fem receiving, mention of bunny and hun bun for a nickname (no pet play tho), daddy nicknames for him, breading, vaginal creampie, squirting, cow-girl, mating press, suggestive sex at the end, Choking (slightly and gently), use of colors for safe words, brat reader, chaotic switch reader (mostly pillow princess but a switch), soft dom switch male, mostly a wholesome situation turned into a wet daydream honestly lol, healthy strong relationship✅️, fluff but NSFW 🔞, ageless blogs will be blocked, No Minors Please🙏🏾💯

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Reader POV*

*We just came inside from hammocking because it started raining, and you didn't want us to get sick*

You ask me if I'd like hot Cocoa. To which I replied yes. I'd never turn down a good cup of Cocoa.

We just had a very intimate yet innocent quality time together. But as you make our drinks, I can't help but let my eyes drift. Let them wander over every expanding and contracting muscle. While you do something as simple as making 2 cups of hot cocoa, it stirs something up inside me.

I sit at the island stool across from you and run my fingertips across the countertop and imagine all the sweet yet nasty things you could do to my body.

I envision you looking up at me like a lion, thirsty, ready to drink from the watering hole for the first time in days. The same way you'd look at me, thirsty ready to taste what's between my meaty thighs that you so gently caressed, kneaded, and rubbed outside on the hammock. With nothing but love and care, but I can't help that my mind takes me to far away places, dirty places.

Places where you have me underneath you (after making me cum with your mouth because you're a gentleman And oh so gentle with me)

*wet dream while you make Hot Cocoa*

You grab me by my thighs and pull me to the edge of the bed. Before you even truly start anything after the amazing earth shattering head you gave me and the two back to back orgasms.

You say, “if at any point you want to stop, tell me. I'll always ask you what color you are throughout the whole experience. If you want me to stop, say red, slow down is yellow, and keep going is green. Got it baby?”

I'm so hot and bothered I respond a bit more rude than I meant to, “I know I know. Just fuck me already! I want you so bad.”

You just smile and laugh through your nose at my impatience. For that you decided to tease me a bit more. You caress my face and lean down to kiss me softly and slowly. I melt into the kiss. Even more when you line your tip up with my clit and start rubbing your sex in my slick and moaning into the kiss.

At this point I'm already soaked so this does wonders for you, but it isn't enough friction for me. I start whining and it's like music to your ears for a few minutes. You wait patiently as you continue for your favorite part. Making me beg.

I whine, “baby ‘tis feels good but I want more."

You pull away and smile at me, “you know the magic word that would give you everything you want right now baby, you just gotta say it and talk to me nice hun bun.”

I melt at the nickname. You could call me anything, and it would make me weak in the knees. Because it's you. I blush and get a bit embarrassed. You caress my cheeks and give me another kiss for encouragement and slow down your grinding. To an agonizingly slow pace for me but a delicious one for you.

“Can you please make love to me babe, I want you so bad, please?” I ask sweetly.

You smile a sweet prideful smile and say, “of course baby, your wish is my command.”

With that you kiss down my body one last time. Kiss lick and suck my clit and make sure I'm wet enough to take you (which I am beyond wet enough lol). You come back up and kiss me long and passionately.

You ask, “color?” and I reply “green” with a loving smile.

You smile back and line your tip up with my entrance. You ask once more just to make sure but my answer remains unchanged.

You push in slowly and watch as my eyes get lower and I start to whine and rotate my hips a bit at the stretch of you.

You ask again, “color hun bun”

To which I replied “still green baby~ it feels so good~”

As I reach out both of my hands for yours and you gladly take them. Interlocking them.

“You feel amazing, bunny. I can't wait to be all the wa-” you groan.

My coochie slowly sucks you in the rest of the way. Slurping you up in my sticky wet heat; like a hot babe at the beach would throat a popsicle on a hot summer's day.

You instantly grab my throat and ask for a color as you apply the perfect amount of pressure that you know I like.

“still green baby~” I say as you keep the pressure I like on my throat and notice again how my pussy squeezes a bit tighter when you squeeze a little tighter.

You love how nasty I can be. It turns you on so much. You do a few experimental rolls of your hip and I am keening for you.

You say, “baby i'm gonna go fast, but if you need me to slow down let me know okay?”

And I melt. You always prioritize me and my wants and needs over your own. It makes me feel so safe and loved. This intimacy is how I repay you. By showing you just how much I trust you with my body. How much I care for you with this dance we do every night.

“I don't need to, you always take care of me, you're my sexy amazing daddy and future baby daddy after all~.” I say it with the utmost confidence. And with a knowing smirk.

Knowing that talking like that gets you going and places one thing on your mind on repeat. This is your pussy forever, and since it's yours you're gonna claim it. Breed me if I ask for it. Cause you'd give me the world on a silver platter if you could.

You look me deep in my eyes with love and lust, “baby can I cum inside you tonight? You know when you talk like that all I wanna do is breed my pussy.”

And If I were on my hands and knees like I normally would be, my knees would have buckled. But I'm on my back in a mating press, nose to nose with my soulmate.

I airily say, “take me, and breed me, I'm all yours, future baby daddy~” and that's what makes you snap.

You piston your hip in my dripping heat and grip my thighs to keep me from moving around too much from the force of your hips rutting into mine.

Your big breeder balls are slapping against my ass as you pound into me with one thing on your mind.

Breed breed breed.

I moan your name loudly, your given name and a string of nicknames that make your heart melt.

Even in your breeder frenzy you still ask, “color, baby?! What color?”

And I respond lustfully, even with my cloudy mushy fucked out brain, “So good baby~ it's so… soooo good~ I'm… I’m green~ green~.”

You smile at the fact that you've barely started and I’m already a fucked out mess. Dripping all over your cock and squeezing like a vice from time to time because of the deliciously hard fluid strokes you're giving me. Kissing my cervix deliciously without fail with every stroke.

You move your hand from my throat up to my jawline. Using your thumb to brush against my lips. I stick out my tongue and give it a kitten lick. You push your thumb in my mouth, and I suck it. You groan at my obedience. Even when my brain is mush. I'm still your good girl. To reward me, you place your hand back in my throat and squeeze the way I like, and I moan your name like a prayer. A mantra if you will.

You notice when my eyes roll back and I drool a bit. My pussy, your pussy, starts to convulse. So you press down on my lower stomach so I can feel you deeper. That's what makes me scream your name as I cum.

You smile with pride as I come undone on your cock. Even more so as you pound me through my first orgasm into my second and make me scream your name as I squirt all over your cock for the umpteenth time. But each time you count them. Every. Single. One. This is number 28, you want to hit 30 by the end of tonight at least. But I don't know about that little game you play in your head. Keeping score because you want to make sure you're actually pleasing me (so much better and unlike the men from my past).

You slow down to try to be gentle with me, knowing how sensitive I get after squirting.

I whine with a hint of mischief in my tone. “Come here, please, baby~ kiss~?” I ask so sweetly, how could you say no?

You leaned down to kiss me sweetly but I licked your bottom lip, and in your shocked state I slipped my tongue in. I make out with you.

You were pleasantly surprised. Your submissive pillow princess was ever so bold tonight. You couldn't be more proud and turned on if you tried.

When I break away I whisper in your ear, “lay down on your back for me baby, please~”

You do it without question. And I get in cow-girl position facing you. Lining your massive cock up with my entrance and slowly sinking down on it until it's sheathed inside me fully. I moan loud and proud as I take all of you.

I grab one of your hands and place it on my love handles, the other I place on one of my boob. “color?” I ask.

You chuckle and smile, “green baby, always”.

And I smile that smile that shows all three of my dimples and makes your knees weak for me. Then I start grinding, rotating my hips in a circle at a tantalizing slow pace.

You groan cause it feels so good. But your eyes roll back when I do a kegel (tighten my pussy) and start bouncing at a fast pace randomly. I moan and drip and leak all over your cock. One hand grabbing one of your forearms while the other moves my hair out of my face.

“Baby you're so beautiful, you're a goddess and I'm lucky you chose me. Fuck baby! Just like that~” you groan as you watch me fuck myself on your cock.

Nothing turns you on more than when I bounce back on you to get more friction in doggy or bounce myself on your cock in cowgirl or reverse cowgirl when I want you to slap my ass🤭.

I continue to bounce, “I'm the lucky one that you found me, I want your babies so bad, give it to me daddy~ please~ I need it so bad~” I whine with tears in my eyes.

Third orgasm approaching rapidly. You groan at that. Grabbing my love handles and fucking up into me at a rapid pace. Making your orgasm approach quicker.

My eyes roll back and I scream a string of loving nicknames towards you. As I squeeze your cock as I cum & squirt all over your cock for the second time tonight. I unknowingly milk your cock for all its worth in the process of reaching my own peak.

Your eyes rolling back as you say, “fuck baby, cumming~ oh fuuuck take my kids~ have my babies! Baby, please! Oooh FUCK! Please take it~ Take it all!~ Good girl~”

All I can do is whine and moan. Being called your good girl makes me cum again and give you all I have with my last little squirt and orgasm of the night. You fucked me so good and my legs burn from this position.

But I keep you inside me as I lay down on you and snuggle into the crook of your neck. Getting cozy while I use your softening cock as a plug for the cum that would come leaking out if I slid off of you.

I meant it when I asked you to give me your babies. I'm just wanting to take a nap while I give as many of your swimmers a fighting chance as I can.

You rub my back and arms lovingly. Moving my hair out of your face.

“I adore you, you beautiful woman, I always will. In this life and the next.” You say lovingly.

I smile and you can feel it on your neck. It gives you butterflies.

“I adore you, in this life and the next my handsome future husband and baby daddy.” I say.

You smile at that. Knowing something that I don't know. I don't know that you've been waiting for the perfect moment to break out that beautiful velvet black box and pop the question. Already planning out our life together. Already knowing you've found the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. Your soulmate, best friend, and lover wrapped up into one beautiful perfect woman you want to wake up next to every day for the rest of your life. And you smile knowing 100% for a fact that the feeling is mutual.

You smile hearing my soft snores. Knowing that I only snore when i'm super tired. And-

*End daydream*

“Cocoa is done! Do you want marshmallows in your Cocoa love?” you ask.

I blink rapidly at that. Being brought back to reality.

I take a minute to respond. To snap back into reality.

“Yeah always, you know I love marshmallows!” I say with a smile.

You smile back at me sweetly. “Of course I do. Just thought I would ask on the off chance you didn't want them this time. Like that would ever happen! My sweetie is a cannibal for sweets when you're on your period. That's why I'm getting as much chocolate & sugar in your system as I can!” You admit sweetly.

I looked at my phone and just received my notifications from the Flo app that my period should start tomorrow. I forget he has it too to know when he has to be extra nice to me. It makes me tear up a bit.

You turn around to give me the Cocoa and see the tears brimming at my eyelashes. “Oh no honey, are you cramping already?” You ask sweetly, concern written all over your face.

I have to blink away the tears and wipe a few away. “No, not yet anyway. Just feeling a bit overwhelmed that I have such a loving doting partner is all. Never thought I'd find someone like you in a million years.” I say sadly, but truthfully.

You look at me with those sad knowing eyes, and put your mug down. While mine sits on the counter and I play with the ring of the cup. You move around the island and turn me around, so I'm facing you.

“I Love you, I'm real, and I'm not going anywhere. Now you say it too so I know you're real and not a robot [lol].” you say sweetly with a joke at the end to make me laugh. I do.

After my fit of giggles, “I love you, I'm real, and I'm not going anywhere either.” I say and hug you around your waist and snuggle into your chest. You start to laugh again and I know what you're going to say before you say it.

“I am not a robot!” I shout, and that makes you laugh harder.

We both laugh, and it's another great night. Another night snuggled up on the couch watching back to back movies and cuddling. You grab us snacks and drinks. Nothing but sweet loving innocent intimacy. Until I change that… Eventually…

My anime husband's that give off this vibe (same age or aged up for some cause no I would never f*** a minor🗣📣💯)

#Demon slayer-

#Giyu tomioka♡

#Kyojuro rengoku

#Sanemi shinazugawa

#Tengen uzui (I want his hot wives more than him ngl☠️💯)

#Inosuke Hashibira

#Tanjiro kamado

#Gyutaro

#Muzan jackson (hee hee🌙🚶‍♂️🕺🎤🎶)

#Tokyo Ghoul-

#Juuzou Suzuya♡

#All out-

#Sekizan Takuya♡

#Iwashamizu Sumiaki♡

#My hero academia-

#Katsuki Bakugo ♡

#Izuku Midoriya ♡♡♡

#Tomura Shigaraki ♡

#Tamaki Amajiki ♡♡♡

#Chainsaw man-

#Denji ♡♡♡

#One punch man-

#Genos ♡♡♡

#Jujutsu Kaisen-

#Satoru Gojo

#Megumi fushiguro

#Kento Nanami

#Mahito </3 (idk what makes me so wet for this mf monster, bro)

#Choso ♡♡

#Toge Inumaki ♡♡

#Seven deadly sins-

#Ban ♡ (in a world with no Elaine lol)

#Inuyasha-

#Sesshomaru ♡

#Naruto-

#Neji Hyuga ♡♡

#Kakashi Hatake ♡♡♡

#Gaara ♡♡

#Kiba Inuzuka♡

#Blue lock-

#Bachira Meguru ♡♡♡

#Chigiri Hyouma

#Kunigami Rensuke

#Nagi Seishirou♡♡

#Barou Shouei

#Black clover-

#Luck Voltia♡♡

#Nozel Silva♡

#Fuegoleon Vermillion ♡

#Mereoleona Vermilion♡♡♡

#William Vangeance♡♡

#Jack the Ripper

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phosphorus-noodles · 2 months

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u there. get questioned. 4, 5, 10, 14, 16, 17, 18, 40, 41, 46, 53, 56 (that's a lot so feel free to leave some out but tell me all about ur boys !!!)

AERIE ILY SM FOREVER !!! /P

*cracks knuckles* okok so-

4. What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Hmm… Joel likes to do art, and I bet he used to make his own paint too from berries and whatnot. He probably stopped when he found out those plants were coming from his kingdom’s Worst Enemy Ever (this was before he knew Oli) and now he doesn’t remember how to do it right, otherwise he’d absolutely get back into it.

Oli's goofy with hobbies bc he's ADHD-coded /lh, so if he finds a new one he'll just disappear for days and forget society exists for a little while. He likes to play music and used to perform for his parents all the time when he was little, but as he got older and they got more busy he played less because he *needs* that audience to really enjoy it... he'd love to play more for Joel, but he's a little shy about it 👉👈

5. Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

Well Joel is always on the verge of tears anyway (/hj), so like... maybe not on command, but he can be set over the edge fairly easily (he's just good at hiding it around most people)

Oli absolutely can cry on command, he's a theatre kid smh. He'll tell people he thinks about dropping a cake facedown on the ground or dead puppies or something, but he's really thinking about losing his best friend, especially after his parents are gone :(

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

Oh Joel will 100% tell you everything he knows about sniffers in a heartbeat 😭 he got that animal kid autism y'know /aff

Oli isn't as "fact-oriented," but if he's with Joel and also someone else then he'll put Joel on blast, who just blasts him back like--

"Hey! Did you know Joel sneezes if you poke him in the ribs?" -> ">:0 well, did you know Oli makes a funny sound if you scratch behind his ears?!" -> "Hah! Did you know Joel is afraid of heights?!" -> "Did you know you can put Oli to sleep by rubbing his nose like a baby?! >:("

14. How do they put out a candle?

Oli's the kinda guy to do the pinching thing tbh. He's gotta do it with flare~ ✨

Joel just blows it out, but Oli always teases him like "why don't you just flap your wings to put it out lol??" Joel says it's because it's inconvenient to turn around to do it, and his wings are too big for that, but he's also scared of burning them- his wings are delicate :(

16. What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

Joel fights with his parents,, they were very good at reminding him that the only reason he existed was to be an heir for the kingdom and they didn't care about him enough to spend any time with him and he was nothing but disobedient after making his 'little friend' an- a lot of things. And even though Oli reminds him that he does have worth and their opinions shouldn't matter and Joel trusts that, it doesn't stop the echoes in his head </3

Oli probably fights with himself the most. He acts all confident and bold, etc. but he's an anxious mess on the inside. He also fights with the "voice of reason" too -- very "silencio bruno"-esque /lh

17. What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

The first thing Joel notices is uhh probably his green bangs? They're pretty vibrant and in front, draws your attention /lh, but other people usually notice his colorful freckles. Oli says they're like a rainbow leading to Joel's wonderful eyes <3

Oli probably notices his hair too? Y'know the like, hand comb thing cc!oli does where he combs his fingers through where his hair is parted? He does that a lot. But he's also got the softest brown eyes full of so much joy and,, ough they're pretty

18. Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

Each other :(

They didn't always, they hadda get through a lot of "I'm supposed to hate you yk" before they really got close, and now they love each other a lot. Doesn't matter if the love is platonic or romantic what matters is that it was there and it overcame everything else, etc. etc.

Oli also loved his parents, and Ren + Martyn who are essentially his parents too, they get along very well <3

40. How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

Joel: “Oh moss, did I do that wrong?? Why didn't they shake back? Did I offend them?! Oh Devs, I’m so sorry, they probably hate me, or think I'm weird for shaking so tight, or--"

Oli: *shakes out hand with a grimace* “Wow, that was weird. Do they know how to shake hands?? LOL”

41. What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

Hmm... Joel's got a northern Mezalean accent, and will say things like "I fink / I havva / fank you / ohh blumin'-" etc. when he's tired or stressed or upset or otherwise high/low energy. (Y'know how cc!Joel shouts "EEFO!" and also cc!Stress' tweets? Yeah.) Oli won't necessarily talk like that all the time, but he will mimic and tease him about it hehe ^^

Joel picked up giggling from Oli, he used to rarely laugh at all but Oli's laugh (you know the one) is just so contagious <3

(And also from personal experience (/hj), they both say ourple/ouppy/kibby cat/etc. to be funny, but I dunno who started it)

46. Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Joel's a listener (because he'd rather just sit and do what he's told and not cause a stir, but if he really cares about it then he'll also Really listen), and he'll talk when he's invited to and/or trusts the person. Like if someone "wanted his opinion" on something but he thought they didn't really care he wouldn't really say anything, but if Oli wanted his opinion? Absolutely, here is it. (It's also dangerous for him, because if he starts talking sometimes he just doesn't stop-)

Oli's definitely a talker ahsjfs, extrovert boy- he usually can't stand silence and will just keep talking to fill the emptiness because if he doesn't he'll explode, but you better believe he'll start listening like a loyal dog the second Joel opens his mouth.

53. Who would / do they believe without question?

I… feel like Joel would believe anything Oli said no questions asked, but Oli’s too much of a prankster and Joel's too gullible for that to end well 😭 maybe I'll say each other but only if there's like the Code Enacted that means What I'm Saying Is 100% Slash Serious, you know?

56. If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

They'll usually go to each other for most things because y'know they're very close and trust each other and it's just easy to, but it does depend on what it is too.

Like if Oli's worried about Joel, he's not gonna go to Joel, he's gonna go to Ren or Martyn because he trusts them a lot too, but also they're "ew old parents smh" so if it's a "kid problem" it's bestie time.

Same with Joel, he'll go to Oli for most things (more so than the reverse, because Joel has less support people to begin with), but there are some things he just... can't. And it's times like those where he'll go to his mom for it -- not the queen, his real mom, the Mother Tree. She doesn't talk back in words, but even just curling up in her branches or under her roots is enough to comfort him :')

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WOUGH that's a lot,, I had to put off answering this bc I was studying and knew it would take an hour to answer (and it did lol) but <33 auhgjfg,,, I love answering all these kinds of things :D

edit: BRUH THAT'S 1.4K WORDS 😭

(Ask game! Send me asks pspsp)

#hehe ty aerie <33 #if anyone wants to ask more or has follow up questions then uh. i won't say no to answering them hajsdhfkasf #pho.asks #aeriedwelling #ask game #butterflies.and.wind.chimes #smallishbeans #theorionsound

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blueskyscribeupdates · 1 year

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Secure Own Oxygen Mask

Part 20

"Cassette bots: morning status report."

"All systems green, energon level fifty-five percent," Ravage says.

"Systems: green," Laserbeak squawks. "Energon level: thirty-six."

"Mine's at forty percent. How come you have so much more, Ravage?" Frenzy puts her hands on her hips. "If you steal someone's hoard you gotta tell us."

"I'm more fuel efficient."

"Cat: lazy," Laserbeak snickers. "Sleeps all day."

"Stealing from other Decepticons: no allowed," you remind them. "Soundwave: will provide. Meanwhile: go to training room. Practice code-breaking drills."

"Awww, man, training again?" Frenzy flops back on the cassettes' little couch and covers her face with her hands. "Soundwaaave, I'm tired of doing drills, my joints are gonna melt!"

"Code-breaking: not physical. Mental."

"My brain's gonna melt too!"

"How long will today's training session run?" Ravage inquires.

"Fourteen hours."

"Ah." Ravage's tail flips. "So the same as the past three days."

"Yes."

"Ah."

"Buzzsaw: gets to skip?" Laserbeak demands, aggrieved.

"No. Query: Buzzsaw's location known?"

They shake their heads.

"I'll find her," Ravage says.

"No. Train."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Surprisingly, Buzzsaw willingly sends her location when you ping her. She's in the lower levels of the base, where she often scavenges from the medical bay and science wing for her sculptures. Incorporating limbs and faceplates from deceased mechs into art strikes you as macabre, but most Decepticons seem to enjoy the mural she installed in the cafeteria. Even Megatron complimented it. You are simply not sufficiently artistic, you suppose.

The thought of Megatron makes you walk faster. The pinched look on his face as he ordered you off-duty. His warm hand on your shoulder as he eulogized Rumble as a strong Decepticon warrior, which he was not. You failed him; you failed Rumble. But you can improve. You will. You must.

Your systems are already on edge by the time you reach the sub-levels; when you round a corner to see Thundercracker and Nova Storm cornering Buzzsaw, your defensive protocols whirr into overdrive. Your approach is silent, but the conduits on your palms burn with energy. Perhaps bouncing the Seekers down the hall will teach them to leave your charges alone.

"—so I use complimentary colors for the background and contrasting colors for the text. Makes it pop," Buzzsaw is saying as Thundercracker nods energetically.

"That's also a common technique in cinematography!"

"Is it? I don't watch movies much. The others have such rotten taste."

Your pace slows. Buzzsaw is perched on one of the exposed pipes running down the hall, unruffled and relaxed as Thundercracker earnestly extolls the wonders of human cinema. Nova Storm is gnawing on her finger, visibly bored and darting glances down the hall like she wants to leave. Then she spots you stalking forward; she clutches Thundercracker's arm and shakes it.

"Nova Storm, what?" His face goes from annoyed to alarmed in an instant. "Oh slag."

"Uhhh, we gotta go now, bye byyyye Buzz-bird!" Nova Storm runs down the hall, dragging Thundercracker after her.

You glare after them, then anxiously look over Buzzsaw for signs of injury or distress. But she seems more amused than anything.

"Look at them go. You really put the fear of Unicron in them, sneaking up like that. Oh, stop looking so worried, they're harmless."

"Associates of Starscream," you point out. Anything related to the Air Commander is, by default, suspicious. "Thundercracker: his trinemate."

"Yes, I wonder how he stands it," she muses. "He seems nice. He brought Nova Storm over to apologize for throwing me around."

"Appropriate behavior," you admit grudgingly.

"And why are you down here, I wonder?"

"Buzzsaw knows why. Buzzsaw: avoiding training."

"I'm not avoiding it. I'm just not doing it." She preens her plumage. "I'm helping the Constructicons. Scavenger brought in another load of so-called 'junk' and Scrapper wants it out of their workshop. So of course I said I'd take it. Just look, it's perfect for my next piece."

She sends you an image-still of a broken television, shattered concrete girders with exposed rebar, and a tangle of plastic-coated wires. Scrapper is correct; it is junk. And you are growing impatient.

"Soundwave: will ensure material is disposed of. Buzzsaw: will not waste time. Buzzsaw: will train."

"Excuse you? What am I, your pet? And art is not a waste of time, it's–"

"Buzzsaw," you amplify, jutting your chin forward, "will train."

Her optics narrow. Her little orange sliver of a tongue is visible as she draws in slow breaths through her open beak. You do not know what to do if she refuses. At last her beak snaps shut.

"Fine," she says, stepping onto your shoulder.

You retrace your way through the maze of halls, out of sorts, half-wishing that Thundercracker or Nova Storm will reappear to distract you. But they do not.

After a few minutes Buzzsaw breaks the silence. "Mixmaster told me something interesting while I was looking at the scrap. He said you'd been to see Hook recently. All by yourself."

Mixmaster is going to have trouble coming his way. "Med bay information: confidential."

"Yes, Hook was quick to say that. He was very annoyed it was brought up." Buzzsaw cranes her neck over to peer directly into your visor. "Soundwave, what's going on? First this crazy training, now secret appointments– Ravage is worried about you. We all are. This isn't you."

"Worry: unnecessary." How to explain. Should you explain? "Appointment: not secret. Private."

"What's the difference?" Her voice rises as she thrusts her head against yours. "Talk to me and I'll go to your stupid training willingly! Just . . . just tell me it's not some last ditch effort to protect us because you're dying or something!"

Oh.

You rest a gentle hand on Buzzsaw's neck, pushing her back. "Soundwave: not dying."

"I don't believe you." Her wings flap meaninglessly as her talons scratch at your chest. "Prove it!"

After a moment of hesitation, you allow your chest compartment to swing open.

She transforms and dives in before you can even say "Buzzsaw, return."

#Transformers #Earthspark #Soundwave #Buzzsaw #Thundercracker #Nova Storm #maccadam #fic update #Secure Own Oxygen Mask #fanfiction

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archives-of-camelot · 3 months

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Assurance

Characters: Eli, Evelin (@nimue-hidden-lake)

Series: Evelin Anniversary

This one's a little more self indulgent than usual. I know this whole thing is self indulgent, but it's been on my mind so...

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It was 7pm on a Sunday...or...was it 5am on a Saturday...? Eli wasn't paying attention, his mind flooded with preoccupied thoughts and questions. He'd been laying there for hours, the dim glow of the neon string of lights above washing over his body. The lights' fade function was set, and Eli had counted the cycles as the colors rotated between each other. He didn't move, and he barely blinked...

Red...yellow...green...blue...purple...

His expression was unmoving, eyes glassy. Mere minutes seemed like hours.

Red...yellow...green...blue...purple...

He barely left his room all day...in fact, he forgot if he even left at all. All he could recall was laying there, entranced by his lights as he fixated on questions and machinations as they swirled about his headspace, crashing into each other, and against the walls of his psyche.

Red...yellow...green...blue...purple...

He was tired, but couldn't sleep. Maybe exhausted was a better word. He hadn't done anything, but he was spent.

Red...yellow...green...blue...purple-

The spell was broken as a new light creeped in from the corner of his vision. He looked over at the door and there he saw Evelin. He shook off the feeling and sat up in his bed.

"Anything I can do for you this evening?" he tried to smile.

Evelin shook her head and sat on the bedside.

"I figured I should check on you. Pinro has been wondering where you've been all day. And so have I"

He sighed and sat his head back down. staring back at the ceiling and the lights.

Red...yellow...green...blue...purple...

"You ever feel like anything and everything you do is not enough...? Like there's some arbitrary expectation you're supposed to meet, but you don't know how high it is so you just keep climbing...?"

She nodded along.

Red...yellow...green...blue...purple...

"And then you're stuck wondering what to do, because what you're climbing's turned into a tree, and there's a whole bunch of branches you gotta consider? And then the fact that picking the wrong one will cause you to end up right back where you started , or lower...?"

She nodded again, listening intently.

Red...yellow...green...blue...purple...

As he thought of hypotheticals in his mind, he finally relented, and decided to try once more.

"I still can't figure it out...why...? Why me?" he finally asked.

"Ah, so that's what this is about" she nodded again.

"All this time and I still can't figure it out...why'd you choose me?"

This question haunted him off and on. Was it insecurity? Maybe, but it sparked alot of introspection, and more questions. Eli never thought highly of himself. He wasn't anything special. He was just him. No outstanding talents, or abilities. He wasn't particularly charismatic or sociable.

It made him question...'why?' Why settle for him?

"Do you want the answer?" she shot straight.

He nodded, at a loss still.

"I chose you...for you" she said simply.

"But...there's nothing really great about me. I'm just me"

She nodded.

"You can't see it can you...?" she inquired.

He shook his head.

"No...I've always tried to prove I'm worthy of those around me. But, sometimes I wonder if I truly am. I...just want to match expectations"

He felt his head lift up, and then back down as he found himself being straddled, looking up into her eyes.

"And what expectations would you say others have of you?"

"Well...I...I don't know anymore..." he sounded lost.

"Maybe that's because there's nothing to match" she replied as she gently caressed his hair. "Sometimes we delude ourselves with our own outlooks and opinions of ourselves...often depriving ourselves of the truth of what those important to us say and think"

"You sound like you've been down this road before..." he sighed.

She nodded.

"Inadequacy...thoughts of 'not good enough'...envy of those who match the image we want for ourselves..." she recalled like it was yesterday.

"Exactly...that's exactly what I've been thinking..." his eyes widened as she spoke exactly what was on his mind.

She continued to caress his hair, running her fingers through it's fibers as she spoke.

"Regardless of your own opinions and thoughts, I want you to know this" she bent over and kissed his forehead. "Even if you feel like you haven't matched or met your own expectations...know that you never needed to for me" she smiled. "I chose you for you. Not who you think you are, or what others say you are. Eli...is Eli...and that's all you'll ever need"

His mind was slowly put at ease as her words impacted him. Such a simple answer and concept...but it was profound, at least to him, to hear it from another's lips. Especially hers.

"Hey, Evelin...?"

"Hm?"

"You're the best anyone could ever ask for..."

"Anytime"

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darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght · 5 months

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Chapter 7- Part 1

So, first and foremost, the thing I alluded to at the end of last time: looking over the new Field Notes app!

True to Florinia’s words, the only entry we’ve got right now is Electric Terrain. Out of curiosity, I decided to count and see just how many Field Effects there are, I was expecting around 18, maybe a little more, about one for each Pokémon type, right? But…no- I counted a whopping 37 Field Types??? Excuse me??? It’s terrain effects, why are there so many!?

So, assuming I counted right, that’s more like…two Field Types per Pokémon type, plus one extra somewhere. That kinda lines up with what we’ve seen so far, that machine-type terrain and Electric Terrain both having an association with the Electric-type. But how’s that gonna work with types like Normal or Fighting?

But as for the app itself…

Gotta say, I’m not sure if I’m a fan of this layout? It’s a lot of colored words and symbols and lines, some of which is self-explanatory (green is good and red is bad and all that), but others…not so much? And the way the lines are laid out, I dunno, looking at it just…doesn’t do my brain good.

But there’s one other thing- see how some lines have a gear symbol next to them? Well, if you click on those particular entries, you get extra information, like so:

So that’s a little better, but the context/meaning for some of these other entries is just kinda lost on me. But there’s another thing-

“Comatose”? Is that a separate, new status condition, or is that just this game’s name for Sleep? The latter is a bit dubious, given the “Sleep” icon is shown literally at the top of the page and it’s not edited or anything (only reddened), but at the same time there’s no separate “Comatose” icon that’s also reddened…geez, why didn’t they just call it Sleep? Why give it a fancy different name? Is it even the same as Sleep, or is it different? WHO KNOWS?

Let’s just close out of this and be on our way before my brain cells protest any further-

Oh hey, the world’s not yellow anymore!

So anyways, onto the meat of this session. Our current team is good, but for facing a Trainer like Julia and her Gym, it can certainly still use some improvements, and I’m not just talking about leveling up. We need some more Pokémon that are equipped to handle Electric-types and Electric Terrain.

And so, this is the part where I make a confession. Before starting this play session, I decided to do a bit of...research. I knew static encounter (or “event”) Pokémon were common in this game- I mean, that’s how we got members such as Echo and Rain, not to mention that elusive Teddiursa. And, well- I was wondering if there were any I missed, aside from the ones I could already discern (that Teddiursa, the guy who wanted a Bibarel, maybe something with that lady with the Igglybuff).

So, as much as I’ve been going through this game blindly, I decided to make an exception here and look up any other static encounter/event Pokémon pre-first Gym Badge that I may have missed, so I can be absolutely sure I’ve gotten all the tools possible for this upcoming battle. Never let it be said I’m not transparent with my actions!

So, that’s what this first part of the chapter is going to be about- catching those unobtained event Pokémon, then building our final team for Julia!

Let’s begin- this is probably going to be the most educational this Let’s Play will ever be (until the next time I go hunting for event Pokémon, anyways). Gosh, I hope no one’s using this as a guide or anything, this playthrough is scuffed enough as is. There are better, more legit guides out there-

Anyways, we’ll start with a quick one. You remember that Rose Incense Xera got after defeating that one lady, Marigold? The one I put on Summer specifically to boost his Grass-type moves? Well, we have to take that away from him for a little bit.

Now with the Rose Incense in the Bag, we go up to the northernmost part of Peridot Ward, where that big gate is, and…

Oh? What have we here? Is that a hecking-

-creature??

Yeah, so…that Budew up there will only appear if you have the Rose Incense in your Bag. And I do mean specifically in the Bag, the game doesn’t count it if you have the Rose Incense but it’s held by one of your party Pokémon, which is why we didn’t encounter this Budew earlier despite having Summer with the item. Which is…gosh. Programming. Love to see it, huh?

Well, no use complaining at this point. Let’s interact with it so it can perceive the smell of flowers-

See, I could make a joke here about how Xera probably hasn’t cleaned up after like three days of running around garbage-stained streets, exploding buildings, and toxic factories, but like- we know it’s referring to the Rose Incense, so it’s a bit of a moot point.

Okay, I didn’t get to screenshot it, but like- the Budew didn’t just hop off the ledge to be caught by Xera, no no. It flew straight up into the air, off-screen, then fell back down, also straight down, right onto Xera’s head. Conclusion: this Budew can fly, no other explanation.

Well, regardless- we’ve got a Budew now! Congratulations Summer, you have a brother now! (He’s also able to have the Rose Incense back.)

One down, several more to go. Let’s move on to one I was already planning on taking care of, and that starts with going back to Opal Ward and catching ourselves a Bidoof!

I don’t even think we need to lower its HP, right? Just put it to sleep with Sing and be on our merry way!

A shame Twig won’t be sticking with us for the long haul, but at the very least, we’ll be able to train her up for a little while to evolve her!

I decided to swap out Streak to make room for Twig.

Anyways, right now the goal is to get Twig to Lv. 15, which is when she’ll evolve. I could use the free battle Trainers in Grand Hall (and we’ll get back to those guys later, don’t you worry), but…I don’t know what the levels of their Pokémon are, so I don’t know if I want to use them to train up a tiny Pokémon like Twig specifically, at least not right away. I’ll just stick with the wild Pokémon, that should be safer. Well, here we go!

One grinding session la-

Oh hey, the line for Dr. Pharmacist is shorter, that’s interesting.

I wonder if the dialogue is also different? It’s gotta be, right? We can take a quick detour from training to check this out.

Mmm, seems sus to me, but I doubt it’ll really be anything. What’s this lady got to say?

Alright, not much there…but what about from Dr. Pharmacist himself? Now that we’ve blown up a Team Meteor base, now is Xera cool enough to learn his name?

#pokemon reborn #pokemon reborn spoilers #pokemon fan game #pokemon reborn screenshot let's play

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