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cyxnidx · 26 days

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LANGUAGE BARRIER !

characters: choso, gojo, nanami

summary: them with a bilingual-partner & their kids

ー# CHOSO didn't know just how big of a mistake he made letting his little girl learn an extra language. at first, he didn't think it'd be a big deal. his two year old learning your native language? that was an amazing idea - he loved it. the importance of maintaining your culture's language and spreading it through family made him think he was completing an aspiration he never knew he wanted. that was, until his you and his little angel decided to take things to the next level - insults. you taught her insults. and he didn't know it until he ended up upsetting her at the dinner table, and she blurted something incredibly disrespectful in your native language.

your jaw was on the floor. and choso was, rightfully so, incredibly confused. "what'd she just say?" he asks, genuinely confused about what she just told him. you begin laughing, scolding your little girl. "honey, you can't say that to daddy! that's bad." choso looks at her concerned. "what'd you say?" she crosses her arms, sticking her tongue out at him. he sighs, looking at you. "what'd she say?" collecting yourself, you sigh and whisper it to him, watching as his face contorts to complete shock. "that is so rude!"

ー# GOJO loved the idea. i mean, think about it? his little girl, stomping around, arguing with you in your language, and lowkey winning? he thought it was hilarious! of course, until she gets old enough to truly say something hurtful, but that'll be a while. or, at least, that's what he thought.

your daughter pouts, sitting in the middle of the living room floor, back facing you. she's six now, and far sassier than anything on plant earth. meanwhile, gojo is simply getting a snack bar from the kitchen. though, when you least expect it, she yells at you to shut up in your native language. your eyes go wide as you begin to slip off your sandal, walking toward her in spite of her screams. gojo wraps his arms around your torso, yelling 'calm down' and 'it's okay', having to catch your sandal when you attempt to throw it at her. your daughter approaches, just far back enough to not get caught by you, and apologizes formally before leaving to hide in her room. and now, gojo has to deal with you cursing at him. which is all fine, of course, except.. its somehow worse than you cursing at him in English?

ー# NANAMI thought it to be an interesting experience. he was the one to convince you that, no, it wasn't going to confuse him, and no, he wouldn't be upset if his daughter spoke to him in the language. because, unbeknownst to you, he's learning the language. ever since you were maybe six months pregnant? he wanted it to be a surprise for the little ones birthday. and that, it was.

you smiled, answering one of your daughters many questions for the day while nanami sat at the picnic table outside. today marks her fourth birthday, and she was ecstatic. she never really understood the significance of birthdays until recently, when nanami's been explaining to her how exciting they tend to be. "daddy! daddy! today's my birthday!" she exclaims, grinning ear to ear. "and ー and mommy made me my cake! and i helped!" she says, happily pointing to the cake, basically jumping off the ground and to the moon. nanami smiled at his daughter's excitement. "i see, darling. did you put the candles on it, too?" he asks, stifling a laugh at the slightly messy placement of the candles on top. she nods and grins. "you did a great job, darling." he praises, kissing her cheek. she asks you a question in your language, asking if it was time to cut the cake yet. before you could respond, nanami shakes his head, telling her she has to wait to light the candles first. your eyes go wide, while your daughter simply nods with acceptance. "since when did you-?" you ask, generally confused. nanami smiles. "i've been learning for some years now."

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infinitegalahad · 9 months

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AMERICAN PROMETHEUS AND HIS ATHENA - CHAPTER 2

Pairing: J. Robert Oppenheimer x Female Indentifying! Reader Summary: You and Robert fall into a routine of your Friday Physics meetings with the never skipped dinner after. But as the tension grows stronger, the meetings suddenly cease to be about Physics with a newfound realization; and sudden change Word Count: 3.4k Warnings: N/A Notes: GOD, HE LOOKS SO HOT THERE!!! Anyways! Not even twenty-four hours later. I know, I'm very unwell and couldn't help myself. Thank you so much for all the love and support so much! The next part should be coming out very soon. And let me say, it may or may not get spicy *insert evil cackling*. I am also working on a new and refined masterlist! It'll be linked here, along with a taglist if you are interested.

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The image of you and Robert formed, and your Friday afternoon meetings with him soon became a little routine between the two of you. However, this barrier created a bond and broke through the force of physics into something else.

You would always arrive ten minutes before, and Robert certainly noticed this. He enrolled you in watering his flowers outside, which you had no issue doing. Robert insisted on paying you ten dollars, which you felt guilty for taking. Every Friday, when you walk down Shasta Road, the flowers are more giant in bloom, full and radiant in their muted colors. Robert had even put a tiny vase of pomegranate flowers on his desk. In one of your meetings, he confessed that he didn’t know such a plant was growing in his garden. You told him now he had pomegranates to make with his meals. After each session, Robert gave you a pomegranate to go home with. Like him, they were hard to resist.

The first hour of your meeting would be about physics, but the length of an hour began to shorten down to thirty minutes, forty-five minutes sometimes. You could sense that Robert wanted to get out of Physics much as you on your late Friday afternoons together.

And then Robert would ask that same old question of wanting to stay for dinner. He’d preface it with the meal he was making, which was starting to fall into the pattern of recipes you recommended.

And without fail, you would always say yes, lacking hesitation.

In the first set of meetings, Robert would cook. He’d ask you to go into his living room to turn on one of the records. You’d ask what record, and he answered with any since he would like what you would put on. In the third week of meetings, Robert stopped directing you to his record player, as you soon could locate the record in the middle of his bookshelf.

Simeusolty putting on a Prokofiev’s Cinderella Record, Summer Fairy began to play low. The intricate and angular melodies to powerful and dramatic orchestration played as you ran your fingers across the bookshelf, observing the elective collection of books Robert had collected. Running your fingers against the thin pages, you looked down at his coach. Two pillows were propped up, and you could see his coffee table in the light. A copy of Sentimental Education rested beside the ashtray of many burnt-out cigarette buds. Robert was in the same chapter as you were.

Most of the time, you would get bored sitting at the island table as Robert smoked, cut, and cooked. All you would do is drink his Martinis, which you hated before but now loved. Without asking, you simply started to help Robert with the cooking. Robert never protested against this.

As the two of you cooked, your conversations ranged in topic and vulnerability.

Robert asked about your family life and hobbies. You told him you had family in New York City but spent a lot of time hiking in Europe or the Southeastern United States being outdoors. Your mother was much older than your father, but it was never an issue. You were the youngest of three much older siblings, two of whom were your step-siblings. You were into reading and art outside the classroom but absolutely loved the outdoors. Some things you didn't even share with Hatomi, you ended up sharing with Robert.

Robert also shared parts of his life; in each part, you two learned that you were somewhat similar, as Robert would say, “kindred souls” who have found each other. Robert was also from New York City, but like you, wanted to escape the East and came out West for a change and its natural beauty. He also enjoyed the outdoors, a found horseback rider. In his youth, he was an avid rock collector and even told you that when he applied for a club, they asked him to come to be a keynote speaker. It fits his character.

One night, as you cut vegetables and Robert sauteed the chicken, he blatantly asked if you have a boyfriend.

You turn to him, and instead of being flustered and embarrassed, you deadpan and say no, before asking if he has a wife.

“Had,” Robert corrected.

Robert had been married to a woman named Kitty, whom Robert said was similar, yet harsher than you. They had divorced three years back, and two had two children together who were three years apart, Peter and Toni. Kitty had moved out to Pittsburgh with their two children but would visit with them every month. Robert did not seem sad by the divorce, saying they still cared for each other but no longer loved one another.

The two of you remained silent until dinner was ready that night.

Your meetings further continued with no issue after that conversation.

It was like any other Friday night meeting. You closed your Physics notebook as Robert got up to prepare dinner, which would be chicken with pomegranate seeds, asparagus, and mashed potatoes which you taught him to cook. You got up and snuck beside Robert, taking pomegranate seeds and putting them in between your lips.

He looked over and smiled, shaking his head. He mumbled something under his breath in which you missed.

“Robert, you must stop asking if I will stay for dinner,” You casually teased, bringing another seed to your lips. You moved the bubbly and wet seed around your lips, adding a glossy red color to the center of your lips, “Especially when you know the answer.”

Your playful words hung in the air, accompanied by a faint smile that danced at the corners of your mouth. The atmosphere was light, and the tension between you and Robert was more of an enjoyable banter than anything serious. The act of painting your lips with the seed was oddly captivating, a unique blend of sensuality and playfulness that added to the moment.

On the other hand, Robert appeared slightly flustered but still managed a sheepish grin. "Well then, why do you always stay, y/n?”

You chuckled softly, savoring the gentle rhythm of your exchange. "Maybe it's your irresistible cooking that keeps me coming back, or perhaps it's the charm and wit of the company."

In mock astonishment, Robert feigned a dramatic sigh, his hand on his chest. "Ah, so you're saying it's not my dashing good looks that have you hooked?"

You playfully rolled your eyes, a mock expression of disbelief on your face. "Oh yes, Robert, your dashing good looks are definitely a bonus. But it's the entire package that keeps me intrigued."

The two of you shared a lighthearted laugh, the energy between you bubbling with a mix of familiarity and affection. Clearly, this banter was a delightful ritual you both enjoyed, a way to express your fondness for each other without saying it outright.

Robert leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. "I might have to keep asking about dinner just to hear your flattering reasons."

You raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Well, if that's your plan, then I'll just have to keep giving you reasons, won't I?"

The playful challenge hung in the air, the unspoken understanding between you both weaving a tapestry of shared moments and shared jokes. As the evening continued, the seed on your lips became a symbol of this unique connection, a touch of color that spoke volumes about the newfound chemistry you shared with Robert.

After finishing dinner and cleanup, Robert invited you to his living space. From what you have seen in his house, the living room was by far the biggest. The room smelt like oakwood with its Mahogany shelves of aged books and artifacts from Europe. Prokofiev’s Cinderella plays slowly as Robert and you rest on the couch, only a few inches apart.

In a quiet moment that exudes an air of undeniable allure, Robert reaches into his pants pocket to fetch another box of cigarettes. His fingers move with a graceful confidence, effortlessly withdrawing a sleek pack of cigarettes. The soft glow of ambient light plays upon his lean features, enhancing the sharp angles of his jawline and the subtle smirk that graces his lips.

As he taps the pack against the palm of his hand, a sense of anticipation seems to envelop the surroundings. The action is as deliberate as it is captivating, every movement purposeful and measured. With a smooth and calculated gesture, he slides a cigarette from its sanctuary within the pack, drawing attention to the meticulous attention to detail that defines his every action.

Bringing the slender cylinder to his lips, his eyes remain fixed on the horizon, an enigmatic gaze that hints at depths of both experience and mystery. His fingers deftly produce a matchbox, which, when opened, reveals a single matchstick ready for ignition. The flame is brought to life with a flick of his thumb, illuminating his features momentarily and casting an enchanting glint in his eyes.

The first inhalation is a languid dance between his lips and the cigarette, an intimate connection that only accentuates his innate allure. A plume of smoke curls gracefully from his lips, an ethereal veil that frames his visage like a work of art. The atmosphere seems to pulse with his intoxicating energy as if drawn into the magnetic pull of this captivating moment.

As he exhales, the tendrils of smoke disperse into the air, a testament to his ability to command the space around him and the elements that entwine with his presence. The remaining smoke dances and swirls in the air, mimicking the invisible threads of attraction that weave between observer and observed.

You watch the smoke dance across the dark room in its dark and light hues. Robert sees you in admiration of the smoke (and him, but that’s a secret you keep to yourself) and pulls a stick out, holding it out in front of you. There’s no need to respond verbally; you let him put the cigarette between your lips.

Robert’s fingers, capable and elegant, hold the cigarette with a reverence that speaks of his attentiveness to the details that matter. The slender cylinder is presented not as a mere object but as a gesture of connection, a bridge between the worlds of conversation and quiet contemplation.

He raises the matchbox, its lid flipping open with a soft whisper of anticipation ember at the tip of the match glows with an ephemeral beauty, casting a warm radiance that highlights the contours of his hands and the contours of your cheek.

Drawing the match to the cigarette, the flame bends obediently to his command, transferring its life to the waiting tobacco. As the cigarette ignites, its end glowing with an ember-like intensity, Robert's eyes meet yours, a silent acknowledgment of the shared moment.

Robert brings the cigarette to your lips with a tender elegance, his fingers barely grazing your cheek in a caress that sets the heart aflutter. The touch is fleeting but leaves a lingering impression, a sensation of connection that transcends the physical realm. The smoke dances gracefully from the lit end, curling into the atmosphere like a wisp of shared conversation.

The gesture encapsulates more than a simple offering; it encapsulates his genuine nature and ability to infuse even the most ordinary moments with a touch of extraordinary intimacy. In this ephemeral exchange, the barley touch of Robert’s fingers against your cheek lingers like an echo, a reminder of the subtle and beautiful connections forged through the simplest gestures.

You fall back and take a drag into the cigarette, exhaling the smoke. It was your first time with a cigarette, so you inhaled too much smoke and coughed slightly.

Robert looks back at you, and like a sly predator watching its prey, he too leans back. You can feel the weight of the pillow sink back. Your mouth nearly drops the cigarette as you look over, goosebumps now appearing over your legs. Shifting in your position, you don’t move farther away. Oppenheimer’s another atom bond, in which you feel connected, despite your differences.

Hearing your mother’s and older sister's voice ridiculing dating a man who could be one of your brother’s ages, you take another drag and exhale smoke as the nicotine soothes your anxiety.

“I understand now why people smoke.”

You can feel Oppenheimer’s intense stare, not that it bothers you at all.

There’s a small silence for a few minutes. The two of you bask in the setting sun, watching the smoke play against the hues of the sun. You swear you feel your eyes get heavy, both from the buzz of the alcohol and the nicotine of the cigarette.

The couch feels lighter as you feel Robert get up and walk over to the bookcase. Admiration mingles with a sense of awe as you watch your professor navigate the rows of tomes. His movements are measured and deliberate as he selects a book that promises to unfurl a tapestry of thoughts and ideas. The act itself is a testament to his insatiable thirst for knowledge, a quality that you have deemed extremely handsome to the tall and slender man.

He walks in front of you and flips through the pages, putting the book down in your lap.

You put your cigarette in the ashtray and hold the book to examine it, “Les Fleurs Del Mal.”

“One of my recommendations to you,” Robert responded as he sat back on the couch. The room suddenly got hotter as he felt closer than he did before, “It’s scattered poetry. You can skim, but I don’t recommend it unless you want to enjoy it.”

Your speculation proved to be true when Robert pointed to a page in the book, feeling his thigh scrap against yours. Butterflies danced in your stomach as your cheeks got that burning sensation again.

“These are some of my favorites,” Robert pointed, his finger gracing the page, “That I want you to read.”

Halting your breath, you look at him, and he’s looking right at you. More like right into you. Robert's eyes are like an ocean; they're truly the bluest you have seen. They hold a depth that draws you in, in which you find yourself lost, embraced by an intimate connection that speaks volumes without a single word.

“Read?” You almost stutter, “to myself?”

“Outloud, dear.” Robert’s smooth voice politely commands.

Suddenly, your limbs feel both hot and weak. Robert leans in closer, taking another drag of his cigarette. His gaze does not once leave you.

You put one hand on the page and the other on the soft pillow as your fingers soften the material. Clearing your throat, you look at the first poem and take in a deep breath to contain a noise of ecstasy and pleasure.

I know your heart, which overflows With outworn loves long cast aside, Still like a furnace flames and glows, And you within your breast enclose A damned soul's unbending pride;

But till your dreams without release

Reflect the leaping flames of hell;

Till in a nightmare without cease

You dream of poison to bring peace, And love cold steel and powder well;

And tremble at each opened door, And feel for every man distrust, And shudder at the striking hour - Till then you have not felt the power Of Irresistible Disgust.

My queen, my slave, whose love is fear, When you awaken shuddering, Until that awful hour be here,

You cannot say at midnight drear :

"I am your equal, O my King!"

Robert only responds by turning the page to the following poem, A Carcass. In the corner of your eye, his hand rests on the couch, only an inch away from yours. Before looking back at the page, you uncurl your fist, lying all of your finger against the couch, less than an inch away from Robert’s.

Recall to mind the sight we saw, my soul,

That soft, sweet summer day:

Upon a bed of flints a carrion foul,

Just as we turn'd the way,

Its legs erected, wanton-like, in air,

Burning and sweating pest,

In unconcern'd and cynic sort laid bare

To view its noisome breast.

The sun lit up the rottenness with gold, To bake it well inclined,

And give great Nature back a hundredfold

All she together join'd.

The sky regarded as the carcass proud

Oped flower-like to the day;

So strong the odour, on the grass you vow'd You thought to faint away.

Robert’s index finger is now hooking onto your smaller pinkie. You relax your hand as his hand covers yours, his touch gentle and alluring. You don’t know much you’ll be able to read in a controlled state. Robert turns to the next poem as his hand covers yours, his thumb stroking the top of your hand.

“My personal favorite,” He murmurs—Love’s Lighting.

Gulping, you proceed to read, slowly breaking down.

Last night as I lay awake in bed A flash of you came into my head And into my heart, and straightway fled.

It passed from the chamber suddenly,

Leaving no trace to know it by

But a tightened breast and a wet, glad eye.

Like a moonray soft it came and went,

Which glimmers through where the cloud-wrack's

rent,

Hovers a moment and then is spent;

Or a bee against a window-pane,

Which taps but once and never again, Some autumn day, before the rain.

For one brief moment I felt it stealing Along the verge of thought and feeling

As though some great vague thing revealing,

As though for that moment sad and sweet

My soul was out in the infinite, And Life and Death were as one to it.

You close the book and look at Robert, catching his eyes before looking at your intertwined hands. His hand covers yours, his fingers laced within yours. He gently squeezes your hand, propelling you to move closer to him, which you do.

“Your eyes,” You murmur as Robert brings you closer to him, your faces an inch apart, “There blue. But there’s something in them. There’s a spark, an explosion. There’s a burning desire, surrounded by the never-ending sea.”

Robert is just as enchanted as you are. He brings his free hand to your cheek, stroking your smooth skin like you are a fragile China doll.

“If there is a god, he spent more time on you,” Robert confessed, moving to the back of your hair, entangling and losing himself within the silkiness.

“Y/n, you are among the most beautiful creatures I have seen. Can you let me kiss you?”

Your hand moves to Robert’s cheek, and he leans into your touch.

"If there is a god, he spent more time on you," Robert confessed, his voice a warm breath against your skin as his fingers delicately traced the contours of your hair, entangling and losing himself within the silkiness.

"Y/n, you are among the most beautiful creatures I have seen," he murmured, his gaze locked onto your lips with a mixture of desire and reverence. His thumb brushed your lower lip in a gentle, teasing caress. "Can you let me kiss you?"

Your heart fluttered in response, your chest rising and falling with each anticipatory breath. Your fingers moved to cup his cheek, feeling the slight stubble against your palm as you leaned in, your lips drawing closer to his. The world around you seemed to melt away, leaving only the soft, charged atmosphere between you.

His lips met yours in a tender, lingering kiss. It had been your first, so you let him overtake as you enjoyed. It was a dance of sensations, a slow exploration of desire and affection. The touch was gentle, as if he was savoring every moment, every nuance of the connection that formed between your lips. His mouth moved against yours with delicate precision, a symphony of longing and intimacy that left you breathless.

As the kiss deepened, you could feel the possessiveness in the way he held you, his fingers threading through your hair, anchoring you closer. His hand, which held yours found the small of your back, a reassuring pressure that drew you impossibly nearer.

Time lost meaning as your lips moved together, a rhythm that spoke of shared longing and a connection beyond the physical. It was a kiss that whispered promises of intimacy and trust, an unspoken understanding that bound you together in that stolen moment of tenderness and desire.

As Robert kissed and held you, you loved the sensation of being adored. The romance between you, too, however, was forbidden. He was thirty, and you were a teenager, albeit legal, but recently, a little girl. But you couldn’t resist, and he couldn’t control his desire. After all, Life and Death were as one to it.

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insertyourselfhere · 11 months

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Anomaly Part 4

Pairing: Gwen Stacy (Ghost Spider) x Reader HUGE SPOILERS FOR ATSV

Characters: Y/N, Gwen, Hobie, Pavitr & Miles, with some Miguel and Jessica Mentions

Description: Everything you said to Miguel was wrong, Gwen did indeed drop the ball a tiny bit because of her relationship with Miles causing you to get an earful from both Miguel and Jessica. The spot was on the run and was going to different universes trying to gather as much power as he could. You get assigned to assisting them with taking down the spot and finally get to meet Miles.

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“I told you if this happened you would be held responsible” Miguel looked furious at Y/N Who was once again on his platform with his superiority complex.

“I have no regrets about letting her go she needed to see him and I’m glad she got too, I just wished it was under different circumstances”

“Give her a break yah!” Hobie said beside Y/N with his hands in his signature jean jacket and his guitar slung over his arm. His big bushy hair bouncing around.

“No, they convinced me to let this happen, the most IMPORTANT anomaly we should of captured and stopped is now running amok in the multiverse” Miguel punched his desk again, it’s a wonder how that thing stay intact it’s probably made out of vibranium or something.

“Look it happened, leave us to go fix it and handle it from here” Hobie grabbed Y/N’s arm and dragged them off towards the portal he opened to earth 50101 dragging them through the portal. As soon as they arrived they could hear them bickering over who would open the barrier. Hobie sent Y/N a smirk and put his mask on running forward and kicking the barrier down.

“HOBIE!” Both Pavitr and Gwen yelled out in unison. Y/N watched him jam out on his guitar rolling his eyes as he did, he knew how to make an entrance. Y/N followed closely behind with their mask down.

“Y/N!” Gwen said, they could hear the smile radiating from her mask.

“Hobie? Y/N” Mile said mildly confused in the back. Both you and Hobie looked up facing down the spot.

“Look at that another two, I love how many variations of you there are” The spot said directing to all of the Spiders in front of him.

While the other Spiders were bickering in the background Y/N leapt into action. Although they could catch every couple words coming from Miles and Hobie.

“Is this thing the one from 1610?” Hobie said giving Pavitr a noogie and pointing at Miles.

“You understand this guy?” Miles said gesturing to Hobie.

“And who’s the other one? Y/N did you say? Is this the one you haven’t stopped talking about since…” Gwen cut him off promptly swinging away.

“Hey Hobie thanks for breaking the shield!” Pavitr said dodging all of The Spot’s attacks “Ahhh I loosened it” Said Miles also rushing in to battle.

“Main advice, use the palms not the hands” Hobie said gesturing to his own hands.

“Ahhh yeah Miles this is Hobie and Y/N they’re my friends”

“Well I’ve never heard of either of you because Gwen hardly mentioned you” Hobie then started going off a tangent about who he was, where he came from and what he believed in. Y/N laughed at the blatant introduction he had about how unpolitical he was.

“Okay well since we’re doing this for the last time, Hello my names Y/N and for the last 2 years I’ve been the one and only Spider. Same as everyone else I was bit by a spider, got these cool powers, I live with my Aunt who has raised me since birth and is a borderline mad genius with the amount of science she does out of her house. I lost my parents, my uncle and now I’m here. I am also apart of this so called band that Hobie is/isn’t in” Y/N finished their introduction managing to get a small hit on The Spot who just teleported away.

“Gwendy you left your jumper around my place” Hobie said crouched on the ground next to her and then swinging off to go after spot

“What’s a Jumper?” Miles asked standing in the middle of the room following Gwen around

“It’s like a sweater” Pavitr said disappearing after Hobie

“That’s Y/N’s jumper actually” Gwen said landing next to Miles and then pulling herself towards Spot who put a portal in front of her only to smash into Pavitr

“Yes I can also see your wearing my chucks too” Y/N said ducking underneath one the Spots portals only to get hit by another one and land on Gwen. Furiously blushing Y/N stood up super quick dusting off their clothes and trying so hard not to make eye contact.

“Are you okay?” Gwen asked, concern laced in her voice as she walked towards Y/N, she put her hand against their cheek and pulled away quickly. “You’re very hot at the moment this isn’t normal are you sick?” Trying everything they could do to get away from Gwen they shot a web in any direction causing Miles to hit it and fall face first on the ground.

“This isn’t fair” Miles said flat on the ground. Y/N was trying so hard not to think about the conversation they had with A/N about their feelings for Gwen but was trying so hard to shake it off.

Pavitr let out a loud gasp and Y/N turned towards him with the most evil glint behind their mask as they could. “Don’t you dare!” Y/N yelled towards Pavitr who was giggling like a school girl. “I know” He said before swinging away just before Y/N could grab him.

“You shut up Pavitr you know nothing” Y/N yelled once again and Gwen just grew more and more confused. “We don’t have time for this we need to take down the spot” Just as both Y/N and Gwen went to swing off The Spot managed to get Miles in a corner and used his port to get the other Spiders away.

“This is going to be good for us Spider-Man” The Spot said to miles. While the Spot was going through his evil monologue Gwen gave Y/N another look.

“What was that with Pavitr?” She asked, Y/N glanced away and shook their head. “Nothing Important” Y/N could hear giggling coming from the pile again.

The collider started going off, all the Spiders got up and chased after the spot trying to stop him from entering the collider, before he did they managed to web him holding him back before he entered the collider.

“You’re not a joke, right gang?”

“Absolute not”

“Completely Unamusing!”

“I don’t believe in comedy….just kidding”

“I don’t think its that funny that you managed to turn into this just because of the bagel”

All the spiders turned to look at Y/N who yelled out that last thing, before they could respond the spot had snipped the web and floated into the collider. They all flew backwards and began dusting themselves off. Just as they stood up Pavitr started speaking.

“Well that was another easy adventure for Spider-Man”

“No no no no no no” Said the other 4 Spiders in unison. The collider exploded causing the spot to gain the abilities he wanted to take down Miles. He emerged from the collider pure black and spoke to miles briefly.

Once they were all able to they ran out of the collapsing Alchemex building towards the exit avoiding all the rubble. Once they made it outside they could hear the foundation of the entire building itself start to collapse and fall.

“Y/N, Hobie and Gwen slow down the building, Pavitr and I will clear a path!” Miles jumped off rushing down to save the people below with Pavitr, Hobie, Gwen and Y/N leapt after them webbing up the building as best as they could.

Y/N managed to get to the very tip of the building and stood on a roof top of another building. They rubbed their hands together and held them out waiting for the impact. As soon as it hit them they stumbled backwards about 10 feet just on the edge of the building underneath them but began to push back. Y/N had an outstanding amount of strength ever since they took that serum their Aunt had given to them, they managed to get a hold of building stopping most of the damage. However there was still a lot of rubble getting away from the building.

“Don’t worry about this part you guys go help those below!” Hobie and Gwen nodded letting go of their webbing and rushing below to help/ Y/N with the whole building on their back managed to web up the main building and stop it from going any further. Once they had done that and it was safe to leave the area the swung down to the rest of the commotion. Y/N could see they managed to save everyone, Hobie was congratulating Miles and Gwen was staring down at her watch. Y/N could clearly see the words “CANON EVENT DISRUPTED” Flashing across the screen. Y/N scoffed as they didn’t believe in all that nonsense and knew they could control their own destiny so was happy that Miles was here and managed to save Captain Singh.

The whole crowd was cheering for them briefly and was replaced with horrified screams as a giant black hole opened up. Y/N watched a giant spider robot come down from the sky and out came Miss Jessica Drew herself, they watched Gwen try to explain the situation about Miles but she brushed them off saying Miguel wanted to see all of them at HQ.

A big sigh left their lips as they trailed behind the other spiders entering the portal and heading back to the Spider Society.

Y/N was too lost in thought about what was happening with themselves and wasn’t 100% focused on the mission. Don’t get them wrong they understood what was at stake here but A/N’s words kept playing on in their head.

“You won’t admit it but you feel something for her, I just want you to be absolutely sure that this is something you want, because if it isn’t and things start to spiral down I am worried that she may never open up to another person again. Because I know you wouldn’t” Sometimes Y/N hated how right she was about all of it, how she could read them like a book. It was an unfair advantage she had on them sometimes but Y/N knew that their A/N was right, it was just hard because she wasn’t as focused as she should be.

When they got to Spider Society Gwen was so distracted with Miguel’s demand of him wanting to see them that she turned into a robot who followed orders obediently. Y/N knew why, she didn’t want to lose access to any of this, her favourite people were all here and this was the only way she could see them. Plus she was still very much running away from her past and her dimension.

Y/N shoved their hands in their pockets and followed like a lost puppy, stuck in their head going over every scenario, every situation that had led them to this point. They already knew what was going to happen, they knew Miguel was not going to be okay with Miles changing the canon events and they knew that Miles was not going to like that, not when he found out about his own dad and also that he was never meant to be Spider-Man.

Hobie noticed the glum look on Y/N’s face and walked in pace with them.

“Whats wrong with my singer?” He asked facing towards Y/N. “I’m just distracted at the moment Hobie is all” They said quietly while trying to not draw attention to themselves and also continue walking at pace. Miles was too busy making comments on everything they saw while Gwen was trying to get them to hurry up.

“Yes bruv but whats going on in that big brain of yours” Y/N let down their guard for a split second, if anyone was going to agree on the events that were about to happen it would be Hobie.

“You already know what’s about to go down right?” Y/N asked quickly, Hobie smirked and nodded already holding a couple of pieces of electronics he had taken from different pieces of equipment. Y/N had to give it to Hobie he was always prepared no matter what was going to happen, its like he had been waiting for Miles to show up and cause a disruption.

“No matter what happens we will have to pick sides and I know who’s side we’re going to be on, its just her I’m worried about” Hobie said gesturing to Gwen. Even now she looked terrified, looking down at her watch waiting for it to disappear in a second.

“When it come’s down to it I bet you Gwendy will be the one leading the charge I reckon, especially for him” Hobie pointed at Miles, Y/N wasn’t an idiot they knew with the way Gwen went on about Miles she held a special spot for him in her heart, they just didn’t know how deep it went and to be honest they didn’t want to know.

“I don’t know what this is, I don’t know where its going, I don’t know if she even likes me the same, All I know is that pain and suffering she has gone through I want to fix that” The conversation Y/N had with A/N echoing in the back of their head. That’s all they cared about right now was to take care of Gwen, was to take care of that pain and suffering she has been feeling her entire life and get rid of it. Y/N would fight every single spider if it meant that they could take on that pain for her.

“Don’t you worry Hobie, I’ll always have Gwen’s back, regardless of what happens”

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apomaro-mellow · 1 year

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Part 4

"Is the living room the best place for this?", Robin asked. "In the middle of the day?"

"We've got a team handling the angry mob. And another team taking care of the monsters coming out of the town gate", Dustin said.

"And you're sure Vecna and the Mind Flayer can't see anything you see?", Will asked, his eyes hard.

Kas met his gaze, wishing their first meeting was under better circumstances. "I'm sure. I am connected to him. But he doesn't control me."

He was holding tight to Steve's hand. If there was one person that could pull his strings...

"Hey", Steve squeezed his hand. "Focus. I know what that look means. We're going to start soon."

Kas let out a breath. "Okay, I'm new to the whole, supergirl thing. Explain to me how this is gonna work again?"

"I'm going to go into your mind", El began. "But I can't go in directly. Because you won't let me." She had already tried and Kas had lashed out, putting a barrier between her and his deeper thoughts.

"So she's gonna go in through me instead", Dustin beamed.

"Still not sure how I feel about Henderson being in my head", Kas said.

But they had already decided that as much as he liked Steve, it couldn't be him. Not when he was still split on how he felt and acted. There was a chance he'd welcome Steve with open arms. It was just as likely that he'd shield him out.

"I'll be here the whole time", Steve said.

"Alright. Let's do this."

Kas laid his body along the couch, his head in Steve's lap. Steve played with his hair and it didn't take long for him to fall asleep. He didn't remember if that was part of the plan, but it happened. Kas was in the black void of the shared mind space. Eddie was there too, chewing on the nail of his thumb.

"What if this goes wrong? We don't know what's gonna happen when they kill Vecna."

"We told Steve not to worry. We have to believe that too. We've gotta believe that everything's gonna be okay."

"But what if it's not?"

"But what if it is? What if we could have everything we want?"

"Whoa, this is trippy", came Dustin's voice. And suddenly he was next to them.

"You got in!" Both consciousness' shouted and hugged Dustin while jumping, which brought a big smile to his face.

"Okay, I've got several questions. First of all, which is which?"

"The one with the sharp teeth is Kas, dude."

"Coooool." Dustin was still looking back and forth between them. "So like, why is there two of you? Did Vecna do that?"

"He did", Eddie said. "Said he was making me better. Removing my inhibitions."

"So you uninhibited is just you being super into Steve? Cause that's the only thing that's changed since you got back."

"He's right", Kas said with a grin.

"Yeah, well", Eddie stuck his hands into his back pockets. "Turns out that was a big part of myself that I was holding back."

"Why? Because he's a guy? Or because it's Steve?"

Eddie looked to Kas, waiting for him to answer for the both of them. But Kas was silent.

"He asked you, not me."

"Oh, so we're the same person when it suits you but when it comes to the hard questions-"

"Eddie, we don't care if you're gay. Or if it's Steve. You know that, right?", Dustin said.

"You don't know that", Eddie said with a shake of his head. "You can't speak for everyone."

Dustin threw his hands up. "Then think about how everyone's been treating you two. Yeah, maybe me, and Lucas, and Mike were too focused on other things to see it, but El and Will knew. I bet Nancy and Robin knew too."

Eddie was trying to hide behind his hair while Kas was openly smirking. Robin definitely knew. She'd walked in on them one too many times.

"Could it really be this easy?", Eddie asked to the open air.

Dustin started counting off his fingers. "I mean, there's still the angry mob that wants to kill you, homophobes outside your group of friends, plus Steve is probably a high maintenance boyfriend-"

"I can provide any services he needs", Kas licked his lips.

"And you're gonna need to put a lid on that kinda talk. At least a loose one. Else you're gonna make us all gag on your PDA."

"No promises", Eddie and Kas said at the same time.

In the distance they heard screaming and something like the sound of paper ripping apart. Kas winced. He could tell what was happening.

"Vecna is dead."

Eddie's eyes were wide. "Oh shit."

"Eddie, you're gonna be fine, right? When we wake up, you're still gonna be there, right?", Dustin asked, grabbing his arms suddenly.

Eddie looked down into his eyes. For the first time in a while, he wanted to believe. He had to believe that everything was going to be okay. He was coming back, he'd get to have Steve, they'd figure out the mob of townsfolk. Hell, he might even get his GED.

"Dustin, I'll see you at home", he said.

When his eyes opened, it was to the sound of Steve's battle cry as he sliced the head off a demogorgan. Eddie shot up and took out the one that was coming at him from behind, digging his teeth in and ripping it apart.

Steve turned and wrapping his arms around him, mindful of the machete but not of the blood covering them both. When he pulled back, Steve looked into his eyes.

"Are you all the way there?"

"Indeed I am", he said. Kas was no longer a physical presence in his mind. If Steve wanted all of him, then that was what he would give. He wrapped his arms around Steve and leaned in, only to be stopped by Steve putting two fingers to his lips.

"I love you Eds, but I'm not kissing you with monster blood in your mouth."

"A compromise then." Eddie kissed his fingertips, then his knuckles, then the back of his hand. Steve's hand also had drops of blood on them but he found he didn't really care. He was halfway up Steve's arm when Will cleared his throat.

"Yeah, we're still here", he reminded them.

"And if we're done, we can get to the others. This isn't over yet", Dustin said before grabbing his walkie and relaying the current status to whoever was listening.

El walked up to them, smiling. "Congratulations."

Steve looked only slightly embarrassed and Eddie took that as a win. Because whatever happened next, they could handle it together. Eddie was all in.

END

A/N: Thanks yall for readin! And feel free to send me prompts for steddie im insatiable right now

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crookedkryptonitebeliever · 1 month

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CKB hear me out. Haters will say it's fake but ....... blanche youngest child. The Victorian maid garb? He's tired of being in the shadows of those before him and is trying to set his own identity. Extreme violence? A big ol temper tantrum and cry for attention. I dare say i would lean on him being youngest child just because Lev fits the disaster middle child ALL too well 😮‍💨.

I see why some will say Lev as the youngest but i feel like he's suuuuch a middle kid like, even if he's stupid, he'd having a good time and that's all he cares about. I feel like youngests are actually more deceitful and tricky wheras middle kids are pretty true to themselves and more easygoing? Like them youngest kids are used to sneaking around and just so cunning, showing different faces (not unlike blanche who does a 180)

Like blanche, yves can also fit all 3 perfectly. He does kinda seem like the overstressed, overworked, will nag out of love, can never relax, will shoulder responsibility for you eldest child (i feel like eldest children also have a really clean aesthetic? Middle kids are either cozy wear or pop the Fuck off. And youngest kids are always flashy but in their own way and my god if that isnt blanche 💀)

Also i feel like eldest kids (yves) have a great fear or failure and losing things so theyre lowkey control freaks. Youngest kids (blanche) are oddly possessive and entitled like they think the last slice of pizza is their god given right. And middle kids (lev) are so used to losing things that they get obsessive over the things they do have, and a bit pathetic abt it if they feel it slipping away.

Youngest kid blanch really does seem like a big brat (but who cares) to me. Like he sees reader as his dead pet hamster that he accidentally squeezed to death trying to hug it but he refuses to believe it's dead so he keeps leaving food out for it and stroking it. Middle kid Lev sees you as a cute hamster and buys you cool wheels and a rolling ball and toys and sleeps with you in his bed. Eldest Yves will not allow anything to happen to pet hamster so he has a seperate temperature controlled room for it, homemade pellets, probably wipes hammies ass after it poops and everything.

This was just my random musing though and im excited to see what you end up making the order!!

Also i think i was ur 🐰 anon and i used to send in all those theories for language barrier LOL. Ummmmm the bunny thing *totally* didn't have to do with Lev, so, uh, don't tell Blanche, my latest hyperfixation 🤭 (or Cyprus because goddamn-)

🐰 anon

🐰 anon also said: Oh! Also feel like blanche would be a lot younger than the other two. Like modern au or whatever if they were all together, yves moved out when blanche was a kid (because he was independent) lev was never home bc he was always out and just kinda ended up living w one of his friends (never 'officially' moved out but he's living elsewhere) and followed the party life, and blanche was probably raised and spoiled by a family elder, making him feel like an 'old soul born in the wrong generation'. But hold onnn i didnt know therewas a blanche pt 2, lemme go read that and see if it changes things LOL 🐰 anon

🐰 anon also said: no blanche is actually so middle/youngest child coded it's insane bc i refuse to let go of middle child lev (actually i need to give bunny a reread before that too, and ofc more content on him when it comes out lol) but brooooo them youngest kids be weird as FUCK like, smth abt blanche feels like he's playing dressup, pretending and trying so hard to be this old fashioned adult gentleman, meanwhile yves actually is more calculated, composed and knows what to do for his shit. I actually initially thought of yves being the youngest but i feel like blanche being youngest fits so much better imo. Like blanche is just here to do his own shit, he's a bit selfish, and pushes for hinself. Yves puts his responsibility first and pushes for reader. Plus yves has that blonde mom in target drinking a coffee doing 3 hours of shopping in 12 minutes before her next hot yoga class and thats soooo eldest child coded. Idk something abt blanche as a person (not a character) seems so underdeveloped and child like in a disturbing yet innocent way? 🐰 anon

🐰 anon also said: "unromancable, unfuckable weirdo." No im sorry Blanche is actually the youngest child Bunny anon

Holy fuckin shit bunny anon always comign in with a banger , yess that's what im talking about them tasty brain chews i like i like

shid man like u really lay out their vibes and everything and even imagined them in modern AUs , presented evidence and cited your source like what the fuck this is such a good analysis like damn bro i fr appreciate the enthusiasm

Like all the stuff you sair fr made sense even to someone who has no siblings, its as if i had those little shits living in the same house as me and i observed the dynamic, like yeah damn Yves really fit the oldest child

Its really fitting cause if you think about it, they're all like centuries old or whatever and both Yves and Leveret are pretty youthful looking with no grey hairs- they went on their own quests to preserve their looks, Whereas Blanche is considered to be the most unkempt out of the three with his salt and pepper hair growing uncontrollably to the back of his knees, no manicures just natural long nails but he's still considered youthful cause ykno 50 year old looking man vs his actual 5 million year old age , but it just shows that he doesn't care about looking youthful as much as his older brothers

i notice the older siblings from other relatives and friends they tend to looksmaxx more than the younger ones. and they try to keep up trends, like Yves and Leveret is pretty modern whereas Blanche is fuckin ancient with his stuff, mannerisms and dressing up

and yes he is ironically the most immature (as in childlike) of them all, even tho leveret is like spontaneous and has his slipups, but damn bunny anon like ur analysis is always bangers like what the hell bro i love them and i love you

#yandere oc #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere male #oc yves #oc leveret #oc blanche #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #yandere ocs

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wintergreen28 · 2 years

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Coming Home

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

The flight was easily one of the longest ones I had ever been on. Despite hating planes, I was buzzing with anticipation the entire way home. It had been a long six months in Afghanistan, witnessing more trauma to talk about in therapy. It was honestly a miracle I had made it out alive. Exhaustion made my body sag slightly, but I was determined to make it to the team eventually, for a surprise. Admittedly, it was later but I knew they would all be at the office. They practically lived there. I landed in Dulles without much trouble, meeting JJ at the airport. Before she saw me, she was on the phone, a very concerned look on her face as she reacted to whatever someone was telling her.

I slipped out of the gate, my bag hiked up on her bag, and she immediately hung up with a grin when she gained sight of me. As soon as I made it past the barrier, she tackled me into a hug, her arms looping around my middle tightly. I gripped her shoulders, and tried to fight back tears, my hat falling off. Letting me go, she brushed my BDUs off, and led me out towards where her car was.

“How are you? I’ve missed you so much.” I got out, practically hopping to the car in excitement.

“I’ve been pretty good, everything’s been good at the office--but fair warning, the team is just getting back from a rough case.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll be a little muted, but I still want to surprise them.”

“Deal.”

It was only a little while later that we were sitting in the BAU, having pulled out two chairs, catching up on previous cases, and her trying to set me up on yet another blind date. Before long, the elevators chimed as they opened, and a very tired-looking team dredged out. Derek immediately perked up when he saw me within the doors, prior to everybody else noticing and rushed into the bullpen. He practically pulled me up out of my chair in a bear hug, spinning me around the room, fighting back tears. I held onto him tightly smiling and laughing.

“God I missed you, Hot Stuff.” He said, loosening his grip and pulling back to cup my face.

“I bet I missed you more.” I cooed, as he placed a kiss on my forehead. Spencer came up behind him as he let me go, and I wrapped my arms around him, taking in his depressed, and shocked state.

“I love you kid. I only heard briefly what happened, but I’m here now. I promise.” I whispered, holding him to me, my hand finding a place on the back of his head.

“I love you too. Please don’t leave again,” He deflated a little, presumably in relief, “We missed you so much.” I moved away from him after placing a small kiss on his cheek, when I was confronted by Gideon. He gave me a quick hug, welcoming me home in his own little way, clapping my shoulder as he moved to his office. Penelope was up next, bouncing on her heels and covered my face with kisses before hugging me, and whispering her version of sweet nothings in my ear. Letting go, she moved to circle her arms around Derek’s waist, the happy tears and smile never leaving her face.

Aaron all but tackled me when he hugged me, the tension releasing out of his shoulders as I tightened around him. He kept me in a tight hug for what felt like forever, and I gripped the back of his hair, scratching his scalp gently a little. He leaned into my touch and sighed brokenly.

“Welcome home.” He said quietly, and I relaxed into his touch, bringing him in tighter. It was only reluctantly that either of us let go, and only briefly, him wrapping his arm around me to keep contact. I wrapped my arm around his back, playing with the hem of his suit jacket.

A dark-haired woman stared at me, confused before reaching her hand out. She was young, her clothing well put together, and obviously new. It was in the way the team was around her, still unsure but a generally welcome addition.

“Emily Prentiss.” She said, as I took her hand.

“Elizabeth Walker. Call me Liz.”

“Liz is a part of our team, another profiler,” JJ explained expertly, “She’s been on a tour in Afghanistan for the last six months, as a combat medic.”

“Nice to meet you. I’ve only heard good things.” I say, tightening my arm around Hotch minutely, before letting go, to avoid further profiling--I could see Morgan’s questioning gaze.

“Oh, so they’ve told you about me?” Emily laughed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Only good things, I promise,” I said, raising my hands, “We’re allowed to use Skype over there, and I try to talk to the team as much as I can. I’m impressed with your work in Guantanamo Bay. You even got Gideon’s praise.”

“Jeez, Gideon’s praise? That’s a lot.”

“You’re getting off on the right foot, Emily I’ll tell you that.”

“Well, I’m glad-- but I best be off, I need to catch my train.”

“Okay, it was nice meeting you!” I called after her as she walked away.

Slowly, one by one the team began to leave, until it was only Aaron and I in the bullpen. I had been completing paperwork for coming back, still dressed in my BDUs, and when finished I brought it up to Aaron’s office.

Knocking gently on the door twice, he waved me in, and I came in to place the paperwork on his desk. He nodded to thank me, and finished scribbling on his page, before rising from his desk. He came around from behind it and encased me in another hug. I looped my arms around him, welcoming the contact. He dropped his head on my shoulder, nuzzling into my neck slightly. I smiled, leaning into him.

“I’m so glad you’re home.” He said, his voice low, and just above a whisper. I could feel him almost shaking with relief.

“Me too.”

“It was absolute hell without you,” Aaron murmured, huffing slightly with a laugh, “Things with Haley have been getting worse, and when Emily came in I thought they were replacing you and my heart just broke.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I promise. They told me that I’m free from tours for the next five years. It’s not even a guarantee they’ll call me back for a while after that.”

“I was so worried about you-- after you told me what happened to Thad those years ago, I--” He went quiet, drawing me in closer.

“I’m here now, and I’m safe, okay? I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” His shoulders dropped with relief. “I promise.”

#aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #fluff

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letcaleslack · 2 years

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Cale and co in Korea Part 4

[Part 1]

Dinner was finished and Choi Han tidied up, putting the left-overs in the fridge and gathering the plastic containers and used chopsticks in a trash bag. Cale meanwhile turned the TV on and was watching a news channel. The other group members joined him and tried to guess what the news commentator was talking about. If asked Cale would translate some parts.

He noticed that Choi Han had finished and walked up to him. “Let’s talk.”

To the group he said: “Choi Han and I will have a talk outside. Ah, Raon, you come, too.”

The three left the apartment, Raon turning invisible. Cale led them up the stairs and onto the roof. From there they had a good view over the city in the light of the setting sun.

Choi Han: “Cale-nim, I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.”

Cale: “With the phone? It’s fine. I understand. I shouldn’t have put you in the spot like that.”

Choi Han clenched his hands. “I know you don’t want your identity revealed. I also think you shouldn’t be forced to reveal your secrets because of this situation. I want to be helpful to you.”

Raon: “Choi Han, no one is helpful all the time. Even this great and mighty dragon has been useless at times. But those situations passed and things came up that I could help with. Even if you feel useless now, just tomorrow you might be the most useful of us all!”

Cale smiled. “That’s right. And I think you’ve helped a lot today. Didn’t you explain a lot of things so I didn’t have to? That you’re unfamiliar with technology is not your fault and though it’s unfortunate, it can be fixed easily enough.”

Choi Han: “Fixed?”

Cale smirked and pulled out a phone from his pocket. It was the phone of the second thug that had tried to attack them. “I’ll teach you some basic functionalities. Then we can use the phones to communicate when we’re apart.”

Choi Han was a fast student and got the hang of it quickly. Raon, too, observed how to navigate the smartphone menu.

Choi Han held the phone up: “Teaching me to use this so we can call each other, are you planning on going somewhere?”

Cale turned away and walked to the edge of the roof, looking into the distance. “I need to verify if this is really my old world and not a dimension that is just very similar to it.”

Choi Han: “I’ll accompany you!”

Cale: “No, Raon will come with me. I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave the group alone without anyone who is able to speak Korean. What if the neighbours want something? Or those thugs called the police? It’ll be a hassle.”

Choi Han stepped back. “I understand. I’ll wait for your return.”

Cale smirked: “If I’m lucky and that person has a night shift today, it shouldn’t take long.”

He jumped off the edge of the roof and small whirlwinds activated at his feet. “Raon, turn us invisible.”

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The office building was dark. Only a few of the numerous windows shone with artificial light. Cale flew to a specific window and looked into a familiar room, a room he had spent many day and night shifts in. As he had hoped Kim Rok Soo was indeed still working and he didn’t have to track him down. Cale observed the man. Kim Rok Soo looked the same as when they had briefly met during the battle at Puzzle City. He was filling out paperwork while sighing once in a while and carding a hand through his hair.

Raon turned to face him. He was visible only to Cale: “Human, I created a sound barrier. He can’t hear us. Is that the original Cale Henituse? Who is now in your old body?”

Cale: “Yes.”

Raon frowned. “He looks a lot older than I imagined. Almost as old as Granpa Deruth.”

Cale: “Well, we are middle-aged. Rok Soo is 43 and I’m 39 years old.”

Raon: “You’re old for a human.”

No, Cale thinks, you’re just too used to Dragons, Elves and Beast People who age a lot slower than humans. Didn’t I just say I’m middle-aged? Just because my old face has a few wrinkles-

Raon: “But, human, you’ll live a long life. I’ll make sure of it.”

Cale thinks that’s obvious. With the vitality of the heart and the essence of immortality from the world tree’s dagger of course he’ll live a long time.

Cale: “Let’s go in.”

He debated for a moment on how to open the window, before he simply knocked on it and signalled to Raon to disperse their invisibility. Rok Soo startled at the sound and whipped around, pointing a gun at the window. After seeing Cale and Raon he frowned and lowered the gun. He slid the window open and asked in the Roan common language: “What are you doing here?”

Cale: “It’s a long story.”

Rok Soo snorted. “It has to be considering you’re here which should be impossible unless the God of Death decided to meddle again.”

Cale: “Unfortunately, this time it’s not his fault.”

Rok Soo: “So, someone else is fucking with you.”

Cale scowled, Rok Soo smiled.

Cale: “Aren’t you going to let us in? What if someone sees?”

Rok Soo: “They’ll think they’re hallucinating because of lack of sleep. They’re used to terrifying monsters, not cute little dragons.” But he stepped aside and Cale and Raon climbed into the room.

Raon: “I’m not little! I’m already 7 years old! Nice to meet you, Cale Henituse, I’m Raon Miru.”

Rok Soo smiled. “Nice to meet you, too. I go by the name Kim Rok Soo now.”

#tcf #trash of the count's family #cale and co in korea

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anonofseasons · 9 months

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So this is from a side story I started but never plan to finish. I just... didn't feel like continuing it after I started it months ago. Shannon's childhood (age 11), warning for cellars... ~*~

“Papa, please! Please, don’t leave me in here—”

The sound cuts as Vivian waves his hand impatiently. One snap of the wrist, and the noise—filtered through the cellar and laundry room doors—mutes behind the barrier he has cast.

Vivian sighs and leans back in his chair. It’s a temporary and inauthentic peace, but it provides him with enough time to calm down. If he’s lucky, the boy will as well.

Graham should be home soon. They’ll have to move again, and it needs to happen quickly, before the townspeople arrive to knock down their doors.

It’s all that child’s fault.

Bailey peers up at Vivian as she huddles against the back door. When there’s yelling, she always avoids him. Her tail sits between her legs, ears back, snout down.

Graham returns within the hour, carrying in a freshly snared rabbit for supper. He scares Bailey from her spot, and she slinks off to Shannon’s bedroom—presumably to hide beneath his bed.

The mood of the home is palpable enough that Graham pauses. Vivian sits stiffly at the table, eyes rimmed with red and mouth set in a grim line. His hair is disheveled, like someone tried to pull it from his scalp.

“What happened?” Graham glances around as he sets the rabbit on the bench where he skins and prepares meat. “Where is he?”

Vivian rubs at his face. “Cellar.”

Graham lifts the rabbit back up to slam it down again. “Vivian, we’ve talked about this!” He makes a beeline for the laundry room.

“We have to move. Tonight.”

Graham turns, uneasy eyes falling on Vivian. “What happened?”

“That insolent little fool blurted out something while we were in town. Made a comment that I could just cool myself off with my magic if I was hot. People overheard him.”

“He’s only eleven. He forgot.”

“Don’t make excuses for him. He knew better—he’s always known better! I might never take him into town again. He can stay in the cellar until he’s an adult. Let’s see how well he fares when it’s his magic they’re after! If he gets any magic. I hope not.”

“You don’t mean that—any of that.” When Vivian doesn’t answer, Graham grimaces. “Please tell me you didn’t mean that.”

“I don’t know what I mean, except that it can’t go on like this.”

“How long has he been down there?”

“Two hours, maybe?”

“Vivian!” Graham glances at the laundry room door before turning back to his husband. “He’s so quiet.”

They both are aware of how hard Shannon screams when he’s put down there. How he bangs on the door until his knuckles are bruised. How he scratches at the wood with his nails until they chip to bloody stubs at the quick.

Graham turns to Vivian, eyes narrowed. “I can’t hear anything at all.”

“I used a sound barrier.”

Graham closes his eyes, nostrils flaring with every angry breath.

“I liked living here,” snaps Vivian. “We could’ve eked out a living here for another year or two—maybe even longer, if we were careful. He ruined everything.”

They remain silent for some time. Graham finally drifts back to the table and sits down. “Can you move us? Where to? We have to get out of here before anyone shows up.”

Vivian nods. “I think I have the energy to take us fairly far now, and I’ll see if I can glamour the whole house now. We’ll avoid towns for a while. Do you think we can do that?”

“What about food? Work? I’ve just accepted a commission, I even took the first half of the pay, we can’t just take the money and leave! They’ll be after us for that reason alone.”

“What else do you expect us to do? It’s better than them coming to knock down our door or burn us alive in the middle of the night in our beds.” Vivian tilts his head. “I’ll return the money. I can warp in and out quickly.”

“You’ll exhaust yourself before we’ve gotten far.”

Vivian bangs his fist on the table. “Tell me you’ve got a better plan then!”

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runihura8 · 1 year

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Summary: The breeze blew, stirring tree branches and some clothes of dead scouts, she took another step on the sparkled wall of Shiganshina, her black hair moved lightly with the wind, her dark silver eyes expressed the amount of sorrows and worries she had, she continued walking on the wall slowly while the wind was still Blowing

"You have to live without regret" Levi's words were repeating and repeating in her head, but she never applied them, nothing happened to her in her life and her returns without feeling great regret to, she turned to see the ruins of Shiganshina, the ruined houses, the decomposing bodies and some skeletons, a city covered with death and silence, She must always watch the dead as if she were handcuffed. She should've known she'd leave alone, she should moving forward. She must watch all her friends die but not her, she must watch them meet her for the first time for them while she has known them for centuries. She must cause that's all she can. They were my life but life is far away from fair....

overheated

adjective

UK /ˌəʊ.vəˈhiː.tɪd/

US /ˌoʊ.vɚˈhiː.t̬ɪd/

If a situation is/gets overheated, strong feelings, especially anger, are expressed

SMART Vocabulary: related words and phrases

Excited, interested and enthusiastic

a blaze, a flame, a flutter.

I'm telling you guys this story is special, I'm sure of that, I hope it suits your taste and you enjoy it

Levi and Achlys were arguing in the room and their voice was accompanied by a loud cracking and smashing noise. Achlys did not want Levi to touch her or bandage her, he barely even approached her, she did not want to allow him to do that at all.

She moved away quickly, retreating to the window, and with every step she took, Levi drew closer, quickly grabbed her wrist trying to restrain her, she was never going to try to hurt him, so she raised her left hand up so that he would not be able to reach her, she removed her other hand from his grip, walking away

Levi grabbed the arm of her dress and tore it, she grabbed the torn cloth quickly before it fell off her arm, here Kuchel intervened

"Stop it!"

Kushel grabbed Levi's shoulder away from Achlys and stood between them as a barrier, scolding them

"Don't act like children, the more she move the more she bleed!"

Indeed, this was what happened, her other hand was also stained with blood

Levi slide his eyes to her checking her condition, Levi hadn't seen her like this in a very long time, he didn't really look at her when she first came back after eight years here, there was a strange aura around her, he didn't know what to do really, he looked away from her

"Let me bandage your arm if you don't want Levi bandaging it for you."

Kushel spoke to her, Levi showed his objection by furrowing his features and furrowing his eyebrows, staring at her with dissatisfaction.

"No need for this, it's nothing to worry about."

Achlys quickly turned out of the room before one of them caught up with her

"This is what I didn't want to happen. I knew she would leave."

Levi raised his arms to his mother blaming her

"Forcing isn't always the solution Levi, first we have to try to approach her slowly again, don't pressure her"

"Do you really think she will let us? If we take a step closer to her, she will be three away."

Levi also turned around and was about to leave the room, but he stopped in the middle. He looked at her from the side of his eye. He was silent for a bit, and his features darkened.

"We're wasting our efforts mother, Achlys is gone, I don't know about you, but what I see in front of me is nothing but a bowl."

Some feelings appeared in Levi's eyes and before Kushel could read it, he turned and walked away leaving her confused, not understanding anything of what he said.

Mikasa put some clothes on the bed, there was the sound of the running shower in the bathroom, Mikasa knew that Achlys was taking a shower, she knocked on the bathroom door and the sound of the shower stopped

"I put some clothes on the bed for you. Eren said you'd need them."

Achlys' voice came to her

"hmm, okay"

They both fell silent until Achlys spoke again

"It turns out that Eren was actually injured right?"

"Yeah, it seems that he did not want to tell us. I will go after a while to catch them to the hospital. They sent him there because the bullet is stuck in his side."

Mikasa rubbed her neck

"Also, I will take Ymir with me. Is that okay? She wants to come with me to be with him."

"It's okay"

Achlys mummered to her while staring at her reflection in the mirror

"Won't you come with us?"

"I'll come after sunrise, by this time I think he'll be up, tell Eren that."

"Consider it done. I will go then"

Mikasa left, and the door of the room was closed behind her. This was not Achlys' room, as her room has been closed since she left them. Now she lives in one of the rooms that belong to the trainees. Today is off for them, so they returned to their families. Their rooms are now empty.

Achlys looked up at her reflection in the mirror. Barely a week has passed since she was in this town, and she is currently about to lose her freaking mind. The situation here is stressing her nerves. Memories, the past, and everything is currently in chaos, but she knows for sure that what is to come is much worse than what is happening now.

She took the towel and wrapped it around her body, got out of the bathroom, ran her fingers through the tufts of her wet hair, sat on a chair by the window, rested her head on her right hand, staring quietly at the sky.

Achlys slowly blinked as the moonlight was reflected on her pale face. She really started to get tired of her faking that she was a human being. and Currently, she does not know when to start her next step. She has to deal with the unknown people who shot them.

Perhaps from the beginning she did not have to return to the town. Currently, her enemies are more than her allies, especially here, and now most of those around her will be hurt, as happened with Eren. The situation may worsen in the future and that may happen to Ymir or Levi, and the rest

She took her phone with her on the table calling Leon, she had to tell him what he would do in the future, Ymir's paper that he had to end quickly, she might plan to take her and disappear forever again, he had to collect some information as well, she kept talking to him for about a quarter of an hour talking about the details

Now the call is over, she has to find Kenny too, to see what he will do when he finds out that Nanaba knew her whereabouts, she didn't have to trust his words completely, she had to put the possibility that they would find out quickly and Kenny wouldn't be a good cover for long

She put on the clothes that Mikasa had put her on. Several hours passed. Achlys hardly felt it, as she was thinking very deeply about several random things.

Kushel knocked on the door three times, and she heard Achlys' voice allowing her to enter

I looked at her and she changed her clothes for another

"This?.."

"Mikasa's clothes, you lent them to me."

Achlys adjusted her seat on the bed

Her clothes didn't really fit her. Mikasa is thinner than her in some areas and bigger than her in some areas. This is exactly what Eren's type is. Achlys almost smiled

"I thought Levi would catch up with you after you left us."

Achlys' features changed as soon as she heard his name

"he never came after"

Kushel sighed

"I know this isn't my place, but wouldn't it be better for you to work this out together? I don't want to see you two like this, Achlys... You know how important you two are to me right? How do you think I feel when I see my two most important people like this?"

"Emotionally blackmailing me won't work."

Achlys moved her gloomy eyes to hers

"I didn't mean it. I really don't know what Levi did to you and why you left but you don't see him, Achlys. You don't see him staring at you every time you look away."

Achlys rolled her eyes impatiently, she shouldn't let any of that shake her, crossed her arms, and tilted her head boredly

"Wow I am so touched"

"Achlys! I'm really not kidding!"

Achlys did not answer her, and kept looking at her with a blank look, so Kushel approached hesitantly

"Well, let go of Levi, what about me? I can't fix it, between you? Please tell me why you are cold with us."

"I'm not a dog"

Achlys seemed to be talking to herself, so her tone was very strange to Kushel, as she said it in a whisper, in a low voice that she could hardly hear.

"What do you mean?"

Achlys was silent for a long time, so Kushel moved to sit next to her on the bed. Achlys inhaled a long breath and exhaled it, moving her head to her.

"What are you going to say next? That I am so ungrateful to those who raised me, like he said?"

"Of course not, I think we are the ones who should apologize, it's just that you don't give me the chance to understand and you don't give us the chance to get close to you."

Kushel fell silent and continued

"Don't you want us to go back to the way we used to be?"

Achlys' features changed quickly and she sighed. She got up from the bed and headed for the small round table. She grabbed a cup and a bottle of water. The window was open and the moonlight was reflecting on her, who said:

"watch this"

She opened the bottle and pore a few drops of water until the cup was half full

"Waterdrops are just like our troubles, problem after problem, wound after wound, word after word, until the glass is full and can no longer pore one more drop. Well that's what happened to me."

Kushel looked at the cup, didn't know if she has to say wow or something..

Achlys put the bottle back and took hold of the full cup carefully, reaching out for Kushel

"This is how I left, Levi isn't really the only reason, and he's not really the main reason for me leaving, but he's still one of many other reasons."

Achlys slides her eyes from the cup to Kushel staring at her. "You know what my nickname was back in the neighborhood we lived in? I used to have Levi's Mad Dog."

Kushil quickly spoke

"Wha-"

"Yes, I know that you did not know. I am not saying anything about the title. In fact, it is very sarcastic and true at the same time. That is why I liked it, so as not to deviate from the topic. This was one of the reasons for my departure, that I was really like a dog or some beast with some chains around its neck. I wanted to break those chains and leave, I wanted to make an imprint on myself, something different from the fingerprints of Levi and the fingerprints of other people."

Achlys went to the window, sticking out her hand holding the cup

"It had nothing to do with Levi or his actions, but I felt like I was never enough. I couldn't help but heal myself from this petty problem between myself and myself until Isabelle and Farlan showed up."

A look of sadness crossed Kushel's face as she lowered her head and was already guessing the rest of the story, Achlys continued

"I want to point out that I'm just telling you the pov of younger Achlys, not the Achlys in front of you."

She fell silent and Kushel

"Soon most of Levi's attention shifted to them, praising them a lot, even though I knew I was important to him but I was a silly, ignorant child."

She started tilting the cup in her hand, and the water inside began to slowly pour out

"Slowly I started to lose control."

The cup emptied and Achlys stared blankly at it while her eyes were dark, Kushel did not speak nor did Achlys say another word after what she said

"You haven't said yet what Levi did."

Kushel said

"I never said I would say that."

"There's more of it than what you told me, isn't there?"

Achlys raised her eyeballs to her and did not speak a word...

The night began to clear slowly and the sun's rays appeared in its place, slowly the warm color spreading in the sky, neither of them felt that time was passing so quickly

Achlys wanted to go to Kenny before she went to visit Eren in the hospital, but it seems the search for Kenny will be a little late

"Looks like your bed time passed."

Achlys said

"These days my sleep schedule is not stable so I don't have a problem"

Of course, neither of them talked about Achlys' sleep, Kushel knows very well about Achlys' inability to sleep normally. Kushel asked her if she went to a doctor who might help her, and she replied that she did go, but she was not successful in finding a treatment. It seems that her and Levi's treatment failed because they are simply too stubborn to apply to Doctors advice

Achlys was walking to the hospital, she did not want to take any means of transportation, though there is currently no transportation because the area is barely deserted. Slowly, Achlys' awareness of the road she was taking began to fade away, she was walking without noticing where she was going

Her head was full of some useless thoughts, she had always hated her habit of overthinking

She raised her head as soon as her thoughts were interrupted. Her eyes widened for a moment as she recognized these streets. She knows this area well, like the palm of her hand.

This area consisted of several intersecting streets, and it was almost suitable for the title of the labyrinth because of the many similarities of the roads.

Unconsciously, she started to walk inside her. She heard a groaning sound close to her, exactly on the third street on the right. She advanced and made sure that her steps did not have a sound, even a slight

She saw a head with black hair, she knew this person well, he was hitting someone on the ground, she could hardly recognize the person being hit because of his excessive bleeding and his face was smeared with blood and bruises

She did nothing, waiting for the man to finish hitting the other. In the end, he fired a bullet in his nose, which penetrated his skull, and he died immediately.

Here she came forward and grabbed Kenny's shoulder

"You're no good at being a cover."

Kenny turned around in amazement, and as soon as he recognized her, a wide, strange smile came over his face

"Oh Achlys"

"Do you see this? I want you to give me detailed information about Edmund's family."

Kenny's smile narrowed as he saw that she had recorded his crime on her phone

"No need to blackmail me, we are relatives, of course I will help my nephew's daughter."

After that, he laughed loudly, because he knew how upset Aclys was from his words

"what do you want exactly?"

"Information about the dates of their change of guard rounds, everything you know about them that might help me"

"Your wish is my command..."

Unfortunately, the next chapter will be delayed for a while

#manhua #aot #aot season 4 #art #artists on tumblr #digital artist #eren #eren aot #eren jaeger #eren x you #eren yaegar #trending #tumblr trends

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2hoothoots · 2 years

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it’s the weekend, let’s round up some asks

@kidatash see, i actually kinda think that out of the trio he’s the one who’s least an animal person? like, he didn’t grow up with pets - it’s not really A Thing in romani culture, and Sugarcube is (ostensibly) a working animal. he doesn’t dislike animals, but in comparison to the other two, Dogen has his zoolingualism and Lili already canonically will find animals on the ground and put them in her pocket because they’re hers now (Harold).

i do headcanon Raz has a soft spot for crows, though! it has basically 0 justification other than the dialogue he has with the crows outside of Thorney Towers but yknow what, i can have a few minor headcanons with no in-canon basis as a treat for me

@loudlychoppedbread HAHA i think they definitely do bicker sometimes. they’re, like, in the middle of a firefight having an argument about whose fault it is that they’re out of toilet paper back home

uh but i think generally they all have really good communication, and they’re all reasonably emotionally intelligent people? so they’re pretty good at talking out conflict before it blows up. i think the only time they really fight is when something’s happened at work or something, because their coping mechanisms can pull in different directions - eg, Lili becomes very clingy when she’s upset and a lot more in need of affirmations than usual, whereas Raz has a really bad habit of distancing himself from the others and throwing himself into his work to try and distract himself from bad feelings (’mission now, mad later’). they all work a pretty high-stress job, and sometimes it can spill into their personal lives, especially if one of them gets hurt.

@strawberry-milk-things @portalcartoon i’m still hammering out concepts for mental worlds for the three of them, but once idea i’ve seen floating around that I really like is that as part of Raz’s mental defenses, his mental world is very tricky to navigate for an intruder? i think it still starts from the caravan, but if your mental projection isn’t strong enough you’ll step through the door and just end up back outside (if you can even get into it in the first place).

his mental world proper is a sprawling labyrinth of circus tents. they all lead to different parts of his mind (you’ll step inside one and find yourself in the Motherlobe, another will lead to his family campgrounds) - but which entrance leads where is always shifting. if you can climb to the top of the tallest tent (hope you’re either an acrobat or a skilled levitator!), what looks like a sky filled with stars is actually a huge inverted ocean, stretching above the tent city. through it is Raz’s subconscious/inner mind, but it’s a barrier almost impossible to navigate for anyone else.

i think generally speaking, the mental worlds of adults are a lot more expansive than those of kids, and i think as you get older you can get better at shaping your own mindscape? so Raz also has, like, some basic braining-esque areas set aside for when he goes to help out at Whispering Rock. a little kid-friendly mental parkour course, and stuff

i only have the sketches of ideas for the other two, but Lili’s mental world is a huge gothic castle + grounds that’s crumbling and overgrown with plants. different rooms are different biomes, so you’ll go from a corridor that’s hot and humid like a greenhouse to a huge ballroom that’s filled with a pine forest, cool and quiet with a thick bed of needles underfoot. and Dogen’s mind is a huge factory/machine (as a representation of his blastokinesis), and it’s staffed by a bunch of little lemming-like animal critters. when the machinery starts malfunctioning the lemmings start dying in comically gory ways lol, and if it was an in-game level you’d have to do like puzzles to help them through.

@threewaysdivided YES definitely! like i don’t think the game needed to explain everything to us outright because i think its use of metaphors and imagery to convey the mental states of its characters is good, but man. i just love the water imagery around the Aquato family so much.

i have a fic idea that i’ve been picking at for, like, MONTHS about Nona teaching Raz how to use hydrokinesis. and i’ve never gotten anywhere with it because i’ve never been able to figure out what i want it to be ABOUT, but like, man. water as a metaphor for trauma, but also for bloodlines and the things they share and how they can reconnect over that. re-watching the Devil’s Firehose cutscene after having finished the game and realising that, once you know that the Hand isn’t some malignant outside force, the hands coming out of the water tornado aren’t trying to drown Raz but to catch him and carry him safely through the storm to where Nona is. i don’t have a concluding statement for this, i just. it’s very good. love this family

#also this is a general apology to anyone who's sent an ask and i still haven't gotten around to answering it #i love getting asks but i am often very slow at answering them lol #i have a ton of old ones in the back of my inbox that i'd still love to answer or draw stuff for lol #i'll get around to it one day..... one day #but it really does make me smile to see asks appear in my inbox so THANK YOU to everyone who has sent one! sorry i am so bad at replying ha

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einsteinsugly · 2 years

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Fictober 19. August 1982. Newlywed Necessities.

A/N: T7S. JH. Fluffy. Jackie and Hyde really get settled in their new home, a few months after tying the knot. With a lively debate.

*****

"Steven, I want a chandelier. Wouldn't it just spruce this dining room right up?"

She magnificently markets her signature hostess stance, while proudly carousing through their new home in West Milwaukee, suddenly stopping in her tracks. Pointing to the middle of the ceiling, gesturing upwards. With a determined smirk.

Her body language is expertly dramatic, as Hyde sighs. It's one of the many things she learned as a former member of high society, and she uses her perfectly honed dramatics to her advantage.

Yes, the memories from those days are daunting and downright traumatic, but sometimes? Those memories come in handy. Hand gestures can accomplish so much, without uttering a single word.

Today, her stance obviously advertises her desires perfectly. With a longing bat of the eyelashes, and a perfect little pout.

"Imagine me, entertaining guests. In a beautiful dress, serving food since we can't afford a maid, a cook, or even a butler…"

But instead, Hyde doesn't play her former high society games, and feigns zen. Until he can't help himself, and loudly rolls his eyes, his hand playfully dancing on her chest.

And she lovingly shoves him back, with a dramatic sigh. "Steven!"

Glancing up at the largely barren ceiling, a barrier to the sky above, Jackie longs to be as bright as a shooting star. And since she can't literally blast into space, it's only fair that she enjoys some earthly pleasures. Like a badass husband, a flashy baby blue Mustang, and a shiny chandelier.

And right now, she only has a badass husband. Who clearly thinks she has bad taste, even though he tries to be all stoic and zen all the time, she can still see his distinct frown of disapproval from miles and miles away.

"Uh huh. You want a chandelier. You don't need a chandelier."

Jackie huffs and puffs, like she's going to blow the whole house down. "For you, a dangling lightbulb would be good enough."

"My standards ain't that low. A chandelier's kind of…"

The word's at the tip of her tongue, and it's only one step above the word moist. Ta...

"Tacky? Are you calling me tacky?"

"No. It's just not…" He struggles to put it nicely. "My taste."

With an obnoxious scoff, Jackie fires back. "What's your taste? Black things and broken glass?"

"Nah. Keep it simple, not flashy."

She rolls her eyes, hands firmly on her hips. "Flashy usually means tacky."

"Flashy means bold. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad."

What kind of non-answer is that? "And what kind of flashy is a chandelier?"

"I'm pleadin' the fifth."

Jackie dramatically grasps his hands, like it's their wedding day. All over again. "Steven. We're supposed to be honest with each other. Til death do us part."

"If you get a chandelier, I get to put a Zeppelin poster in the study. When we have a kid, in a few years, it'll be Zeppelin-themed..."

She lets out a small gasp, pressing her lips against his. "You said when, not if! And you even set a date!"

Hyde barely flinches, feigning zen, until a loving smile inevitably emerges on his face. "Do we have a deal?"

Naturally leading him towards the stairs, she beams. Like the stars in the sky.

"Deal."

#that 70s show #that 90s show #jackie and hyde #steven hyde #fictober #fictober22 #fictober event #my fics

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mollyhale · 2 years

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fuck you. it is not fair to me for you to tell me i didnt suffer enough for her death. it’s not. it’s also not fair to him that you think i suffered too much for him. i suffered for them both. i grieved and still grieve for them both. one was nearly a decade ago, i’ve come more to peace with that one. it still aches in me, but i’ve found more peace in the passing years. the other is fresh. still new, still only two years ago. i’m still grappling with that one and finding my footing again. you’d hate to hear this, i know you fucking would, but they’re different. they’re different and they deserve their own respective grief and memory, but they’re different. to put it bluntly, and i hate to put it so for my self, but one was more expected and the other was so shocking. im sorry, im sorry, im sorry, but it’s the truth. she was old and she was at the end of her rope, she gave us all that she had and nearly made it to 100. respectfully, and only respectfully, i’ve come to terms over time that that was her time to go. there’s nothing we could have done. and quite frankly, i’m glad she doesn’t have to suffer through the world that’s come after her. as for him - he wasnt supposed to go like that and you know it. he was not supposed to be killed. he was robbed of a life ahead of him, and didn’t even get justice in the sentencing of his killer, and yet - i suffer too much for his loss. how is that fair? how am i not allowed to grieve for a loss that was unprecedented but i must kill myself over nature running itself to the end? i love her, and you know that. you know that and i should not have to prove it to you. i suffered for her. i grieved for her. i did a lot of it in private, and that is not something i need to dig up and write out for you like a research paper to prove that i did my time and properly grieved by your standards. everyone grieves differently, and i’ve been grieving since i was born.

i did not speak to a single person that first week when she passed. i broke down sobbing in the middle of the day because i thought i heard her voice in my head as clear as day. they made me see a counselor after that episode, did you know that? i had to read a book about processing death because i couldn’t. i lived in denial for a solid three years, every night believing she was still in the hospice. i still write about missing her in my journal. i cried to myself at night silently so no one would hear me. i would try my damnedest to get some sort of proof that she was out there looking out for me. i was a fucking kid trying to grapple with loss. i would set the table every night with a place for her so she never felt excluded. i kept making the same amount of bread she always did for herself so it wasnt as though she was erased from the routine. i sit in her spot at the table so no one else does because i dont feel anyone deserves to sit there but her, so i want to protect it from any strangers you let into the home. your mother sits in her spot just the same for the same purpose. have you ever seen anyone besides the two of them sit in that chair? i still call her room her room. i dont address it as a guest room, it’s still her room. i was the one who begged you not to touch the bookshelves in her room and get rid of the books that had been there my whole life. but oh, wasnt it you who insisted on throwing them out and did so anyway? arent you the one trying to sell the couch from her room despite my protests? you wanted to sell the house, the house she lived in and loved all us in. you want to get rid of the last tangible bit of her we have left? i could hardly communicate with her due to a language barrier and i still loved her as if there was nothing stopping us from communicating. and who’s the one who remembers the day she passed? i mean the actual date. you don’t even know the day or year she passed. i remember. i remember everything about that day. like how you kept me from knowing she passed and wouldn’t let me see her. wouldn’t let me say goodbye. wouldn’t let me come to the burial. that’s all YOUR fucking fault.

i dont ever want to fucking hear how i didnt suffer enough for her. i did, i do, i always will. im more at peace with it than him, but by fucking god, i am filled with grief for her loss. and i dont want to fucking hear how i shouldnt be suffering for him. how he doesnt deserve as much grief as she does. they are both entitled to all the love i have to translate into grief because i loved them both. one was family by blood and the other chosen, and i love them both and i love them both in different ways. this isnt fair. you’re not being fair. this isnt fair.

this isnt fair, this isnt fair, this isnt fair.

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tiikerikani · 1 year

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A crack in the glass

This post is incredibly difficult to write, there's just so much to process. Except for putting on the radio this morning with my alarm, I haven't had any music on since Saturday night...

I didn't even make coffee this morning. Today I worked while putting together the Lego I got for my birthday and making some paintings. (You already saw one in the previous post, there's another I'll post after this one, after which this title will make more sense.)

2023.05.06 Logomo-sali, Turku

I guess we can start with some nice stuff.

The Viking look is kind of my thing now? All of the pieces of random medieval/Viking garb stuff I'd ordered arrived just in time for this magnificent outfit inspired by the album cover colors.

(I also had a blue bandana over my hair which isn't in this picture, and it was cold so I ditched the hand fan.)

The gaggle (again)

I noticed the gaggle almost right away upon getting my stuff dropped off at the coat check, so, as had been suggested, went over to say hi. So who are they really? The gaggle consists of a Finnish couple and a German couple. They were suuuuuuper wasted that other time in Tampere (which explains a LOT, really) and yeah they seem the party type (which isn't MY type, but I've had a lot of practice awkwardly bullshitting along in undergrad).

The Finnish woman was like "yeah we've spoken crappy English with each other for 10 years"; at least she has not found that to be a barrier to making friends... The German guy was going on about how they've gotten sometimes to hang out and get drinks and other goodies with the band after shows and I'm thinking what if I glommed myself onto these people but I really can't do the party personality thing.

The number of chairs in this room is too damn high

That is, way over 1000 seats. I was close to the middle, so you're seeing only like half the width of the room here. Kinda sucked that the floor was just folding chairs but at least there's more elbow room than if we were jammed into a crowd.

Fanclub Founder was next to me (again! what are the chances?? she's local though).

Before I forget, the music stuff

The performance was being taped for their next live album (yay!). They didn't mention this until a number of songs in, but it had the effect of emboldening people to sing along more loudly.

I hope they don't use this take of Samaan mutkaan kaatunut though, because there were some things I didn't like about it. (For one, there's a minor goof in the intro and for two, they kinda went straight into the preprogrammed transition track rather than letting the song end on the piano motif.)

Fanclub Founder doesn't know this (and I think she may have thought my reaction interesting) but Senpai can REALLY STOP MOTIONING AT ME ON THE ONE LINE ANY TIME NOW

Exodus got the backing vocals, well, back (all 4 of them)

I am still not entirely convinced about the extra brass parts but ok

I'd already pointed this out on my Instagram last time but Markus has fun 🍄 socks that you can only see when he's on the cello :P He's also got a cheat sheet on the floor in front of him for this song, for whatever reason.

(Been a while since I last took pictures of the acrobatics routine.)

Fanclub Founder handed up a wholesale box of mints before they lined up for bows, which made Very Serious Security Staff a little nervous (it's not the first time I have seen somebody make this offering).

Hey this wide-angle thing on my phone is great, I can actually get all 18 of them into the picture from the first row. (Also, that is TOO MANY!!)

The aftermath

The gaggle went almost immediately to the adjoining bar after the performance. At some point a gaggle guy popped out to ask me whether I'd seen any of the band members yet. I hadn't, so he went back to the bar.

The bathroom queue was easing up—and as I returned to the lobby after, I heard the final strains (again!) of Happy Birthday from one corner and it turned out the whole ladies' quartet was there with somebody, who was shedding tears of joy. [1]

I should probably further point out here that at least Heini and Jepa have also solo careers independent of the band so they have a bit of their own cult followings. (They are also incredibly friendly, so there's that.)

So yeah I missed my chance there... but I did catch the two of them to get their playing card pictures signed.

Blonde fangirl appears to attended alone (minus second blonde fangirl), and tells me I'm not the first person to collect signatures on the cards, but how would I know, I don't come from the kind of background that would enable me to go to art school AND for all intents and purposes LITERALLY follow them around to EVERY show. But in the interest of fairness I asked her to sign the card with her dedication note on it too.

I managed to flag down a couple more people for their signatures, but after that, the whole place was pretty much cleared out and the folks working the merch table even put everything away already before Pate showed up to take the stuff out back. He offered to take my stack of cards and get them signed by whoever was still around. The building is absolutely massive so it took a while and I'm loitering awkwardly waiting for him to come back because by this point the place was deserted and it was just Very Serious Security Staff watching me impatiently wondering when I was gonna get the heck out of there.

Anyway, he suggested I could talk to merch lady next time before the show and she could help get the last two signatures sorted. [2]

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[1] Incidentally it was also the birthday for one of the "regular" pair of ladies who, well, at least the one of them, is friendly and invites me to have a coffee or drink with them before we're let into the room.

[2] He had forgotten that Jukka-Pekka is even on a card and as a roadie of course he was still there but it didn't make sense to run all the way back again just for one card.

The after-aftermath

I'm sad I didn't get to talk to Senpai, especially since it was (almost) my birthday. I know it's just life and I'm nothing more than just one random fangirl and I shouldn't intrude on their (professional) lives nor expect anything special.

But on the other hand... some of the other groupies HAVE had special treatment? Like blonde fangirl and her illustrations on the cards? And the gaggle have had the privilege of partying with them? How do I earn this?? Is it like a five-year groupie privilege or something (I'm making this up)??

They weren't going straight home either; I'd asked Pate and got a little clingy about it and was politely told to go away. The rest of the players had left after he got the signatures for me, and it was just him and the roadies who were still there packing stuff. The gaggle reappeared from the bar and he also sent them away after a few words. Next time I'm around it will be the end of the spring tour so if it were me, I certainly wouldn't want any outsiders crashing THAT party (and it wouldn't be my birthday anymore anyway).

So I went back to my lodgings and cried for half an hour, left an apology on his Instagram, and ate Hesburger on the floor while crying for another half hour:

...I know I'm being a little unreasonable. I desperately want to be around people who care that I'm having fun, who value my presence and enthusiasm, and who kind of see me as an individual on some level (however superficially), and those rare occasions when I am, I never want them to end.

Because I can feel it:

This fire is going to die if I keep just feeling so bitter and alone after these shows. The whole run this spring of what will be 5 shows in 3 months is a bit…mentally taxing, tbh. Especially so because of this. But for now seeing Senpai is still worth it for its own sake, and I would lose even more if I stopped going and just stayed home. [3]

As a small consolation (OK it was not actually the intention but let's call it that) I had organized a small birthday meetup for geocachers Sunday afternoon (which was my birthday proper anyway). I don't even geocache all that much anymore, and I was hoping I'd have cool "shenanigans with Senpai" stories to tell, but at least it was 45 minutes of things actually being "officially" about me. (Also, there were Swedish-speakers!)

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[3] Incidentally the Fall tour schedule was published today and the only date I kinda even feel like going to is in December. They're Kind of a Big Deal enough now that they're booking a lot of arena and resort shows and I'm just trying to avoid those for as long as I can, because like this one felt like way too many people. even if I didn't need to look at them from the first row.

Fanclub stuff

From last time: Very Serious Security Staff walked over to get somebody to put their (small) paper sign away (and at another point mistook somebody's white phone case as one) Turns out the latter was actually Very Serious Security Staff being (mistakenly) Very Serious against people filming the performance. They were either misinformed or simply didn't ask the band whether this was allowed, because they have never forbidden it, and have even encouraged it, so people who weren't there can enjoy it too. (But OK be reasonable and don't just film the whole thing???) I mean heck, even boyfriend and I both filmed a few clips.

There was some debate over whether it was appropriate that people sang along and stood and danced (at an ostensibly sit-down show), especially for those on the floor level where we were just chairs instead of tiered seating. This is a bit of a tough one, since they were also kind of encouraging this (considering you usually want crowd noises on a live recording). I don't (really) dance but I certainly sing/shout to everything I'm confident to the words for and dramatically gesticulate (what I lack in vocal technique I compensate with body language), and it was nice to learn that Fanclub Founder actually appreciates the latter. (Feelings seemed a bit ... cold the last time we met.)

In my latest bid to try to be relevant, I decided to follow a few of the regular groupies on Instagram, or at least some of those who seem to tend to go through the tags.

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Legacy of the Girls - Part 7

Let's continue reading, shall we?

When the girls got home from the Festival of Snow it was snowing! How fitting. Winter is officially here in willow Creek and the neighbourhood looks amazing.

Winter's off to work at the hospital as usual.

And Solar's back to grading papers. She does this on her own, by the way. I don't ask her to do it. She must like her job.

Loren and Radley can't seem to get along. So I'm trying to get them to mend their differences. Radley: I dunno Loren, maybe if you eat more veggies your body wouldn't be the hot mess that it is. That's just my advice, take it or leave it.

Loren: ... Girl, I came over here to talk about rainbows. Radley: Take it or leave it!

Radley: Hey Solar, did you know that coral bleaching is happening in the Great Barrier Reef because you use too much electricity? Solar: I thought that was because of climate change? Radley: Electricity is a contributing factor!

Radley: The earth is getting warmer and it's messing up all our ocean ecosystems. You're a child of the ocean, this applies to you too. Solar: Can I please get back to fixing the coffee machine now? I need coffee...

So I thought it was high time I put some work into Loren's aspirations as well. She's a serial romantic so it's important she gets out there and meets a lot of people. Today I've taken her to the gym - just to see if she clicks with anyone. This is how people meet these days - or maybe it's just me who constantly gets harassed at gyms?

Oh great, the local werewolf pack is here too. Charming.

Wolf Teen: Girl, you are fire! Hot damn!

Loren: Oh right, I know what you are. So you're like some kind of alien, right? Wolf Teen: What? No... I'm a werewolf... look at me... Loren: Right...

She could not be wearing a more inappropriate outfit for working out. That's on me. But damn she look cute!

There was a lot happening at the gym. A lot of people checking each other out. Loren wasn't really biting for any of them though. And that's okay! I thought the guy with the glasses was cute, but I try to make sure my Sims actually like the people they fall for.

And then she saw this piece of work with the ugly mohawk and she liked him. Well, if that's what your cup of tea looks like Loren - then sure!

Loren: Ugh, nobody cares. Go howl somewhere else.

So the next day Loren asked this guy she liked from the gym out on a date. I can't remember what his name is - it's really long and complicated to say. Anyway, we've gone to Club Calico for the evening.

Once again, this place is really pretty. Well done Sims4 developers. well done.

The date was going really well.

Until they ran off somewhere and I realized wicked whims had taken control of our lives again.

In public this time! Classy. That poor old lady did not come to the country club to see that. The women at bridge will be hearing about this.

Anyway, while they were busy I found some pigeons while I was exploring! Pigeons! <3

Oh look, they've changed spots! I guess they wanted to do it where there was a nicer view. Ya know? Gotta make sure you've got something to look at while your hands are busy I guess.

Back at the lot, I got Molly a guitar. It's hers. I put it in her room specifically for her. She sucks. She sucks so bad! But once she gets better I'm sure she'll be amazing.

This is because she's a music lover and she wanted an instrument.

That's Don Lothario in the hat there. He's actually a really good family friend of like everyone in the household. He's never tried anything with any of the girls and comes over all the time.

Honestly, I haven't checked what his orientation is yet but at this point I don't think I need to.

Oh, he just walked away from her in the middle of a conversation. Awe, sorry Molly. I guess all that computer talk was boring him?

Is she? Is she about to snap?

No one walks away from Molly Rozee! *rage*

This other guy with the mohawk playing chess with Loren is called Makoa - he's also another really good friend of the family. I think he might even be Loren's best friend? They hang out a lot. Super platonic. I think he's married actually. Once again, he's never hit on any of the girls.

I love that they can have relationships like that too :3

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androlion · 1 year

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Macunaihma

(The lost looping Subaru's first time)

Subaru and Otto are walking kind fast reaching each other by the steps very close, Subaru yells: "Whatta fuck!" He is sulk.

Subaru: "We're in the middle of nowhere it's raining, drop out!"

But Otto is very determinate:

"Come on, Subaru, it's just near by."

"Near by where?" Subaru's complaining.

"It's very close to the barrier, from that position we can split it out." Otto replys.

Subaru: "I don't know if it's the right time for that, but, yeah, we can study a possible evacuation for the villagers of Arlam…" And continues:

"All in all who da hell told you about this place?" Asks Subaru.

"A cockroach." Answers Otto looking for the way.

"A cockroach?" Subaru just can't tell.

"Yes." Otto looking for the way… but he gaves a side glance towards Subaru and gets how Subaru is by his expression and reensure: "They're very reliable source of informations! They can go to a places that you even can't imagine and survives to that!"

But Subaru stands on: "Whatta cockroach might know?"

"No Subaru-san! Don't let them hear you 'cause they'll not help us anymore, besides they've a neurosystem which relys their memory!" Ottos enlighten.

"Cockroach memory! Hahaha!" Subaru's laughing.

Otto: "Yes. Even a virus has memories! That single line of DNA or RNA is his very essence, it's what makes him a been. In fact, at least in our universe, memory it's what we really are, a been without memory is nothing as if not exist at all it's a dead loss a void an emptiness..."

"Stoooop!" Subaru screamed.

He can't help it with that thorn in his chest: "Rem…"

Subaru putting his hand in a next tree to get some support the other hand in his belly.

Otto: "Sorry, Subaru-san."

It was a sad sight this pal crooked and suffering. But looking over head Otto saw the target: "It's there!"

And there is a house instead like the others because it is a little more big in size with two floors as one can see for the windows in the attic.

Both starts to walk a little faster because it is raining and it is too cold and they are all wet. They are about fifty meters away and the terrain is more rocky so they starts to run and stopped in front the door where, in the upper side, lies a sign where is written:

Macunaihma

Now that they are in the front door is possible to hear some music coming from the inside because of the rain they did not heard it nothing. So they open it the door and get inside. It is a wooden house, there is a small hall and a wall that goes towards left in a corridor then, to the right, there is a great hall with a bar to the left and several transversal tables forming a "L" and the tablehead points to the wall and a corridor between a second rank of chairs and tables in which the people, for sure, drink and eat and laugh and gamble, to the right. This corridor leads to a door.

Subaru noticed that there is another room in which works like a kitchen.

They go into the room and sit in a empty table near the fire in order to dry up. The ambience is composed by a groups, mostly, of demi-humans and there are a couple of villagers who have seen Subaru and just nod in recognition.

So it is totally normal that they are here he and Otto can speaks freely.

"Oh, please don’t let me die

Waiting for your touch..."

There are a couple of demi-humans singing this lyrics, so the waitress and the rest of the staff are also demi-humans.

"Kurutta tokei kizamu inochi

Koboreteku kioku no suna..."

Keeps the song, a folk style.

Subaru inquires: "Who are they?"

Pointing at the couple playing the song formed by a she demi-human and a male with that pointed ears with some furs, she has a flat black hair and she plays a bass guitar that sounds oddly electric and the male about the same species plays a double guitar more like a Jimmy Page's style.

Otto: "They're Mithy and Roid, a famous couple who plays folk music."

Subaru's whisper: "Who can be famous living isolated in here?"

"My time is spinning around

Your deep black eyes

I forgot what time it is

And all our memories are gone?"

Folk music.

Subaru's whisper: "Yeah, mine too. See, that music seems to have a lotta with my experiences in here."

Folk music: "Naze, aragae mo sezu mata

Oboreteshimau no

I wish you were here..."

Otto amoking: "You're an old souls!" Subaru inquires: "Why's that?"

Otto replys: "This folk music has about 400 years."

Subaru: "Well, let's stop with this gossip and hurry to the grain."

"Fading out, fading in."

Subaru asks: "Tell me what you've found in the Roswaal documents."

Otto replys a kind desolated: "In fact lotta things, but notta thing that could enlighten the undercovers intentions of the Margrave."

"Hum," Subaru's ruminating: "that's too bad, I was more hopeful about some information you might've get it."

Otto continues: "Oh, don't get me wrong, Subaru-san, the Margrave has a lot of earnings that you even can't imagine, but there're no conquer plans or other strategical battlemaps."

Subaru disappointed: "Yeah, not good at all!"

Subaru persisting: "But you must've dig something."

Otto : "It's possible…"

Subaru: "What what what?"

Otto revealing a new knowledge to Subaru: "Some papers has a secret massage in which is put a spell with the intention to hide some information." Subaru: "And you've the magic capability."

Otto: "Oh yeah! But I couldn't read it all, nevertheless the part that I was able to read in the document was versing about a contract…"

The waitress aboards the table where they are sat and commands: "What do you want?"

Otto goes straight: "I wanna'n ale."

Subaru wonders if they serve a milkshake and says: "Nothing for me, thanks."

The waitress goes for the service.

"There's a lady who's sure all glitters is gold..." Folk music playing.

Subaru observes: "All the guitars're electric, but there's no electricity at all as usual in this kinda feudal Isekai, so how can be electrical instruments in here?"

Otto explains: "Magical crystals. Are the magical crystals which gives the energy necessary for this light'n'bolt sounds."

Otto saying when he receives his order.

"And she is buying a stairway…" Folk music.

Subaru: "I know this music, no matter how far we travel some things never changes."

Otto indicates while he drinks his ale: "It's from Flugel's songbook."

Subaru notes: "It's a great cup you've there".

Otto "It's a vase of half litre it's called "Tulip."

"Ours shadows taller then our soul..." Folk music.

Subaru restarts: "So you were talking about magic papers with hidden informations…"

Otto to the point: "It's a contract to support in the transmigration of souls." Subaru inquires: "Between who?"

Otto drinking: "Some old relative of the Margrave and the people of the single eye."

Subaru: "You mean the cyclops?"

Otto: "Well, someone can say so, I don't know that."

Otto asking another one.

"What do you know, how can you be so sure about the single-eyes people?" Subaru trying to pulling out some more information.

"There was a seal in the paper..." Otto replys and keeping, while rest in the table another vase, the speech: "... a single eye".

Subaru froze with that information: "Like the Witch Cult!?"

Otto drinking: "Similar, but not exactly the same, at least in the symbolic meaning, with the one single-eye people it's very more spiritual than other things."

Subaru extrapolating: "I'm not sure, whatta hell of business would has Roswaal do with the Witch Cult?"

Otto, almost running away: "I'm not saying that and besides that the contract is too much old, over 300 years old, so the Margrave must've be too much for a great-grandpa for now."

Subaru: "And where's the land of the cyclops?"

Otto: "It's in the outer space."

Otto calls the waitress, again.

Subaru: "What? And how do you go there? Praying, rockets? Well Roswaal can fly…"

Otto: "No, not even Roswaal can go there nor the single-eyes can go in here…"

"..." Subaru.

Otto apports this information: "Without a flying-dragon of the blue-flame."

"Olha que coisa mais linda, mais cheia de graça..." Folk music.

The waitress talks with Otto.

Otto demands: "Please, bring the dinner!" Otto trys to explain: "So the dragons, of the kind, are capable in creat an astral swirl and, like in a tunnel, ones travel through."

Subaru: "You're saying that they can create a space wormhole?"

Otto admired: "Yeah. And they're the owners of the Philosophers' Stone."

"Que vem e que passa a caminho do mar..." Flugel's cassical folk music.

Suddenly almost from nothing comes that clown Voice: "Be careful with yellow's gem, néééééé?"

Subaru stood, Otto wents from the pallid to the blush in 0.5 seconds.

"What are the goof and the stock doing in this speak-easy?" Said the pink-haired lady.

"Take it easy, Rammmmm, they're just young fellows enjoying their nights, néééééé?" Said the clown, sorry he is more a mummy, with all that swathe.

Roswaal get sit next to Otto right in front of Subaru.

Ram wents to the bar in order to serves her master.

Otto is in despair this is the worst moment in the sekai, but Subaru couldn't care less.

Subaru some surly: "I thought you suppose to be in the bed at this time." Roswaal with just one eye at sight: "You know, Subaru-san, tired of resting."

And Ram came back with Roswaal's drink and the waitress brought the food.

Ram advises: "Don't mess with my clairvoyance!"

Otto sees this beauty, that flesh, she is so clear!

And Subaru observes that she do not has the same body as her sister who has a great breast, the fact that Ram lost her horn so early in age made that she did not developed her body by the lack of hormones that the horn induces the production in the puberty. Maintaining her body some immature, more childish. The same about her hair that should it be very red as suppose to be with the Oni, but instead that, it is more pinkish.

Food on the table, Roswaal's drink served, Subaru jump aside and gives room in the chair, which it is made of one piece, for Ram.

Otto starts to eat, Roswaal starts to talk: "So here we're voicing about philosophy, nééééé? I thinnnnnk we can build a lodge!"

Subaru: "You're meaning that we've a masonry?"

Roswaal: "For sure it'll be soooo natural we're in three, we've a powwwwerful trinity in here. A well merchant, a might general and me, of course I would be a Great-master, a ready rosecros fecula we seeeet."

Otto: "Nagatsuki and me aren't interest."

Subaru: "But what just've you called me?"

Otto: "Natsuki."

Subaru: "I think you already had enough bouse."

Otto: "Sorry."

Subaru: "And'll we've a bunch of cultists as the Witch Cult?"

Roswaal: "Of courrrrse imagine the good things you can achieve with suuuuuch army?"

And continues: "Transforms baaad things into good things thaaaat's the Philosopher's Stone does, isn't it?"

Subaru: "The transmutation thing."

Ram: "It'll never work 'cause women aren't allowed"

Ram: "Suruba, stop with that noise, you disturbs the liquor of my Lord."

Subaru: "Why everybody is mistaken my name, you're changing the syllables!"

Ram: "Stop, Barusu your talks are too loud, please don't think too Otto."

Subaru snarling: "I think kinda funny the names you're using, Ram, for example, it's the denomination we give to a sheep which isn't castrated, somehow when you lost your horn you became the opposite way, other example is Puck which's a nomination of a Hobgoblin, but the great joke's with the Echdina and the relations that she carries."

Subaru: "In the creek mythology Echidna was a Titan who married with Typhoeus and both had a lotta children one in special was Cerberus which has three heads, it was a dog who reminds me a lotta friend of ours: Puck. I wonder If you Roswaal's not the father of Puck as Echidna's the mother."

Subaru: "What other monsters you've created together?"

Roswaal: "I never met her, I'm not that old. And what about Rem which means remember, néééééé?"

For a second Subaru just killed that stupid jerky ass, but he will not lend that fast.

Subaru: "Oh, come on! You stand in front of me lik'a mummy millenium. What are 400 years for you?"

Ram: "Don't be extra-stupid, Barusu! He has only 29 years old!"

Subaru: "In each finger!"

Otto: "This's a huge history! Dignified as only Tappei could told!"

Subaru: "But who's Tappei? That name's not strange, but I can't recall."

Ram: "You're extra-stupid indeed, Barusu, one of your readings was made by Tappei's hands."

Subaru: "That childish book?"

Otto: "One among others, Tappei has differents publications."

Roswaal: "Talking about Puck it seems that the great spirit is off-dutyyyyyy!"

Subaru: "I've the impression that I'm giving more information than receiving."

Subaru: "Excuse-me, I'll go to the bathroom."

Subaru stands up and marchs to the toilet.

Otto asks for another bouse.

In the way back Subaru finds an empty table as the ale vase of Otto, he sits and stares to the door.

The waitress comes and grabs the cup, Subaru then asks: "Where's the people of this table?"

She just gives a wry look in the direction of that close door.

Subaru: "Ok! Thanx!"

"Whatta fuck's in there?" Subaru thoughts.

Then suddenly the door open, Subaru gets surprised with that moviment when he sees that is Ram.

She pass in direction to the bar and complete ignores Subaru's presence.

She gets another drink and walks again to the door closing behind her.

Subaru waits for some seconds stands up and walks in direction of the closed door as if he was doing something quite normal, open it and goes inside.

There he founds a sequence of doors, some two to the left and a stairway and more three doors, and a rank to the right. There is no sounds of music in here, but it is possible to hear some low voices and grunts.

Subaru is very curious: "What's happenin' there inside?"

He could open one of these doors, but which one? He should try like he does with Beatrice, but here is not a library at all.

Subaru is very curious: "What's happenin' here?"

Then a door open: "Someone is get in!" Subaru is scared.

But no, was just one that shut doors that has open it.

Subaru gets the opportunity to take a look.

When he is more close to the door he can hear some hummings, is his name on the whisper or not?

He aboards the room in which has a medium light and he sees, in the bed, a young lady sat with a thin and transparent cloak she is almost bare. She has a black skin that shines deep in your eyes the prurience is remarkable creating a fascinating contrast with the silver-haired completely flatness and thin-lipped.

Subaru is not controlling anything anymore he just sees that beautyful breast and touchs with his both hands that gorgeous body of her, her breast is huge, stark, her nipples are pointed as two arrows ready to be tossed.

Subaru touchs her body and she responds with some wriggling moviments.

Then she acts!

She puts down Subaru's paints and at the same moviment involves the organ of Subaru with her mouth!

And starts to move with Subaru grabbing his butts with her hands.

Subaru who is standing up let's the situation taking its natural course, he pass his hands in that pretty hair. He takes her head by the hair and pulls her mouth in direction of a kiss.

He feels her tongue and her lips.

Subaru lies down in the bed already completely naked. Ryazu keeps the same situation staying over Subaru and offering her sheath of the womb to Subaru enjoy it.

Subaru starts to feel the smell, the scent. How tender is her flesh, her skin, her taste. He puts his tongue inside her, she responds with a swing, she is a wonderful lover, he feels how humid and hot she is.

He grabs her waist with his hands while she is wriggling and he is nipping on her while his head admst of her groin.

Subaru is exploring her sex with his tongue with such intensity that would makes her scream if she was not receiving all the Mana of Subaru at this moment.

Both releases groans and wince…

Put asides two both starts to laughing and laughing…

And get sprawl in the bed.

To be continued.

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