Summary: United States Air Force A1C Ichigo Kurosaki wanted to get away. Against all odds he’s assigned to Security Forces at Yokota Air Base, under an hour from home. Seirei-gumi Yakuza family “Older Sister” Rukia Kuchiki wanted to fit in. Dispatched to Karakura, she discovers a plot to overturn Japan’s criminal underworld. Their chance meeting is anything but, and they’ll only survive the web of lies cast over Tokyo’s concrete jungle by sticking together.
Notes: This is the start of a (long) retelling of the series within a realistic (non-fantasy/supernatural) setting. You can read the notes if you’d like (1, 2, 3) although you’re warned that there are spoilers of upcoming events and some of the information is out of date. Big shout out to my artist and beta readers, you’ve all been lovely and I couldn’t have done it without you guys! And thank you to IRBB chat for the positive encouragement!
Neon rain fell in sporadic sheets, always hot. Asphalt steamed, glowing with rippling prismatic bands. Every color of the rainbow coruscated, glinting off umbrellas—mostly clear plastic—that hurried to and fro.
A white and lilac wagasa parasol advanced steadily through the bustle. It bore an unseasonable lunar crescent of snowflakes and was lit from below by carefully concealed soft white LEDs.
Rukia strode beneath it with poise and grace, immune to the heat and humidity. Civilians flowed by her on instinct, like schools of fish about a predator. She wore a Western-style two-piece suit—a black jacket and slacks—and the collar of her white blouse rested open above the former’s lapels.
To all appearances she made for a plausible—if rather short—office lady, yet her bearing alone suggested something was off. If one looked carefully, her dress shoes hinted at the story. However, the wagasa, and especially the oversized pink pair of almost-oval shades she had on, really advertised what she was—the street was lit up, but the sun had set almost two hours before.
It wasn’t long before she passed yet another nondescript alleyway leading off the thoroughfare. Her shoes splashed in a puddle that echoed in optical riot as she halted. She turned and trekked into the gloom, taking off her sunglasses and letting her parasol light the way. It was soon the only source of illumination, silhouetting her as she disappeared around a corner and vanished from the night.
Chuuya proposing to Dazai (because it has always been Dazai doing it)
Chuuya didn’t get a ring. Rings didn’t suit them. Nor did he have a formal plan. He didn’t take Dazai out to dinner and he didn’t open his best bottle of wine.
Chuuya didn’t want a wedding. He just wanted to know where he stood. He liked certainty with his relationships. After years of not knowing a thing, he needed some form of security. Maybe marriage wasn’t the right term for them. Maybe it was irrelevant. Maybe husband didn’t quite describe either one of them.
He was probably overthinking it, but he felt like he hadn’t thought about it enough.
“You’re awfully quiet tonight, Chuuya,” Dazai said as they stood inside the elevator that would take them to the top floor of the Landmark Tower. It was after dark, but Chuuya knew a few people and he thought this would make for as good a place as any for a confession. Dazai loved heights, mostly for morbid reasons, but Chuuya liked to think that Dazai had learned to see the beauty in looking over a city from up high rather focusing on hitting the ground.
The elevator rose swiftly. Chuuya leaned against Dazai, who leaned back. Years ago, this wouldn’t have been possible. Now Dazai’s presence was expected.
The doors open and they stepped out. The lights had been turned off, but that made it easier to see the city lights spread out below, endlessly stretching towards the horizon. Yokohama, and Tokyo beyond.
Dazai started forward, catching Chuuya’s hand in his and pulling. Chuuya followed, and they came to a stop at the window. The light from below lit up their faces, and Chuuya glanced at Dazai to see the reflection of the city in his eyes.
“You want to say something, don’t you,” Dazai said. His gaze flickered from the view to Chuuya’s face.
“Yeah.” Chuuya felt suddenly out of breath. “Dazai…I-”
Dazai dipped his head, pressing his lips over Chuuya’s. Chuuya melted into the kiss before he could remind himself what he wanted to do, and then he pulled away.
“Dazai, I’m trying to say something.”
“Sorry, you just looked like you needed to be kissed.” Dazai gave him a sheepish smile. Chuuya wanted to kiss it off.
Instead he blurted out, “I want to be with you.”
“Huh? You are with me.”
“No.” Chuuya cleared his throat. He wasn’t sappy. At least, not out loud. He could write a love poem in his sleep but the words stuck in his throat and came out mangled. “I want to be with you…like…” He made a sweeping gesture with his hand. “For life.”
“Forever?” Dazai asked.
Dazai’s express was serene, like the surface of a placid lake. “Chuuya…”
Chuuya waited. He waited for the rejection that would probably come. He prepared himself to look as placid as Dazai, something that he never could quite accomplish.
“I can do that,” Dazai said.
Chuuya almost missed the words. He blinked. “What?”
“I can do that, with you,” Dazai repeated. “What, did you think I would say no?” He ran his fingers through Chuuya’s hair, his hand moving through the strands and letting them fall. “But Chuuya…where’s the ring?”
Chuuya swatted his hand away. “You’d probably lose it.”
“My dreams of a wonderful engagement, ruined,” Dazai smirked. “Well, I guess we’ve never needed it anyway. Still, you didn’t even get down on one knee. I’m disappointed, Chuuya.”
“Shut up.” Chuuya grabbed Dazai’s tie and pulled him close, kissing him deeply. Dazai brought his hand up to rest on Chuuya’s cheek, and they held each other.
Chuuya pulled away and pressed their foreheads together. He saw Dazai’s lips curve into a smile, genuine, and he couldn’t help but smile back. His eyes burned. He had never cried because he was happy.
But seeing the shine in Dazai’s eyes reflecting his own, seeing emotion in Dazai that reflected his own, he could weep in joy.
Request from Anonymous: Hello! I had such a good laugh with that Simon D scenario in the recording studio. I love your writing so much! Do you mind writing a Loco angst smut? Any storyline is fine~ thank you so much :)
“You look different, [Y/N]. Good different,” Loco said as he locked his brown eyes with yours. “Thanks Loco. You look good too and that hair colour really suits you,” you replied. “Do you want to sit together? I think we will get chance of getting in faster, if we do?” Loco asked sheepishly. You look ahead and saw that many people were going in pairs or groups.
What could badly go wrong with having dinner with your ex-boyfriend?
“I remember the time we went here. It was our second date, right?” Loco asked as he pulled out the chair for you. You sat down and was surprised that he actually remembered, “Yeah we went here on our second date”. The waiter placed the menus on the table for the both of you. “Would you like to order some drinks first?” he asked. You looked at Loco not knowing what to say. Loco looked at the drinks menu and showed the waiter his pick. The waiter nodded and went to place the order.
Once the waiter was gone, you hid your face behind the menu. Loco reached over and pushed the menu down, “What’s wrong, [Y/N]?” You peeped through the menu and smiled shyly before putting the menu down. “Nothing is wrong,” you told him. Loco smiled brightly and went back to looking at the menu.
“So what are you up to these days?” Loco asked you. You took a sip of the wine that Loco ordered, “I just started working at a new law firm. Same job but different firms. You?” Loco refilled both your glasses before setting the wine bottle down, “I’m working on a new album at the moment”. You nodded as the waiter came back with the food.
Loco and you were busily chatting away throughout the night about everything. He told you about the usual antics at AOMG and you told him about your recent trip to the States and you purposely left out the bit about going back there in the next few days.
During the night, you almost forgot why the two of you broke it off. Well Loco broke it off. He wasn’t ready for a committed relationship so you allowed him to go do whatever he wanted first. You were willing to wait for him.
The waiter came around again towards the end of the night to see if you two needed anything else. Loco looked at the empty wine bottle and told him to get another. “Another one? Are you serious? I don’t think I can drink anymore,” you exclaimed. Loco laughed at your comment, “[Y/N], your face isn’t red yet, so you can keep drinking. Trust me”.
“Turn around, [Y/N],” Loco growled into your ears. You don’t know how it happened but you ended up in Loco’s apartment after dinner. Your dress was somewhere in the hallway and your heels were at his front door. You turned around and faced the window. Loco moved your hair to one side and started to place hot and heavy kisses on your neck. Your hands were wrapped around his neck but your instinct told you to move yours hands to the windows. You placed one hand on the window and the other still wrapped around him. Loco hands were now wandering towards your lower body. His hands got to your thighs and he whispered into your eyes, “spread them”. You did what he told and he placed his palm over your core. You gasped as he gently ran his palm up and down. The anticipation was now killing you. “Loco, stop teasing me”.
Loco chuckled into your ears and he took no time to slip his hand inside your underwear and began rubbing your wet core. “Oh…yes..” you moaned against the window. Loco used his other hand to spread your core and with no warning he inserted his fingers in you. “Shit…oh…,” you gasped. You could feel Loco’s hot breathe on your skin as he continued fingering you. His movements increased in speed and you could no longer stand straight. However, Loco held you up with his strength as you continued to lose control. “Do you like how it feels?” Loco whispered into your ears as he used his other hand to massage your sensitive spot. “Yes..Loco…fuck,” you moaned back. You could feel Loco’s smile when he heard what you said. Your body was squirming and you held onto Loco’s body as you near climax. Loco sped up to push you further to the edge. And he did. You came as Loco held onto your body.
“Oh… my god..Loco,” you managed to say as your orgasm sent shivers all over your body. You turn back to face him and kissed him deeply. He didn’t want to pull away but you had to catch your breathe. Loco then guided you to his bedroom. It was all too familiar. You saw that it looked exactly the same as the last time you were in here. Loco sat on the edge of the bed so you that could sit on his lap. He held onto your legs and you cupped his face to resume kissing him deeply. You grind your lips against his and you could feel him growing underneath. You smiled every time he let out soft grunts. “Do you like how that feels?” you mimicked his question earlier. Loco blushed and nodded shyly. You giggled at his reaction. “Do you still keep them in the same spot?” you asked him. “Yep same spot,” Loco answered and his face was still a pink-ish colour. You hopped off his lap and went to the drawer to get a condom. He reached out his hand to grab it off you but you hit it away. “Let me do it,” you insisted. You slid the condom on him and went back to sitting on his lap before allowing him to enter you. Loco slowly entered you and you couldn’t help but to let out soft moans. Once he was completely inside you you pushed Loco onto the bed and straddled him. You started to grind on him as he kissed your chest. “Fuck..[Y/N]..” Loco grunted. You knew how to make him feel good. Loco hands were around the sensitive parts of your body and your movements sped up. Between the moans and grunts, you could hear the bed creaking beneath the two of you. You could yourself tightening around Loco and so did he.
“It’s now my turn,” Loco growled into your ears. He flipped you around so now you were lying on the bed as Loco climbed on top of you. Loco entered you and continued with what you were doing to him earlier. “Yes…Loco..faster..,” you tried to piece a sentence together but that was all that came out. Loco grinned happily as he saw your eyes roll back. He knew that look. That look meant you were close. The bed was now creaking louder. You held onto Loco’s arms as he rode you out until you reached climax.
Loco slumped down next to you once he discarded the used condom. You looked into his eyes and saw the man you feel in love with 5 months ago. You now wondered if he still wanted you.
“What’s wrong?” Loco asked since he saw you staring into his soul. “I miss you, Loco. I know I said I’ll wait until you’re ready but…” you trailed off. Loco swallowed and you knew what that meant. It was the same look before he broke it off with you. “[Y/N]..I-I’m still not sure if I’m ready,” Loco tried to explain. You placed your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms you. Oh how you wished you could stay like this forever. Loco ran his hand through your hair and you pulled the blankets over the two of you. Loco began humming a familiar tune, you smiled when you knew where it was from. It was the first song the both of you danced to.
You got up and propped your elbow on the bed, facing Loco. “Loco, I know I said I’ll wait but just tell me if you think there’s a chance we might get back together”. Loco stared at the ceiling not knowing what to say. “You don’t want me anymore?” you asked quietly. “It’s not you, [Y/N]. You’re not the problem, I am. Right now, I don’t feel like I can juggle between work and a relationship. I don’t want to keep you hanging all the time. It won’t be fair”. You held your tears back as you swallowed your pride, “There’s something I need to tell you, Loco”. Loco turned his head to face you and he had a worrisome look. “I’m going back to the states in the next few days and I’m not sure when I’ll come back here”.
“What do you mean you’re not coming back?” Loco practically spat out the question. “Last time I went to the states it wasn’t for a holiday. My parents asked to me to go over to-to umm meet someone”. You saw Loco’s confused expression so you continued, “My parents has set me up with this guy. His father used to work with my dad so..,” your voice trailed off. “So you’re going to marry this guy?” he asked bluntly. “I don’t know..maybe. I’m not sure what to do”.
“Have you met him?” Loco asked. You nodded, “Yeah, he’s a businessman. He’s very polite, kind, funny and umm I don’t know what else to say”. Loco let out a loud sigh before turning his head towards the ceiling. “[Y/N], I always want what’s best for you. Even if I can’t give you that, I would very much like if someone else did”. “So you’re saying I should give this a guy a chance?”
“[Y/N], I don’t even know what I want at this moment. I don’t want you to keep waiting for me because you know, what if the in end there was nothing to wait for,” Loco told you in an almost whisper. “You should go and give that guy a chance. Maybe he’s the one”.
You were almost in tears when you heard him say those words. “If you say so, Loco,” you told him as you got out of the bed and looked for your undergarments and clothes.
Make sure you read that last speech bubble in your sweetest, cheeriest Disney princess voice. Anyway, if you ever use the sick sorcery shown above, you’ll sound cheerier than you’ve ever been in your life, and you’ll get glowing reviews from customers, but don’t do it regularly, because it’s bad for your skin.
((Slightly mature maybe?? Not at all smutty but talks of pole dancing and drinking, so just a quick warning! Again not requested I just felt inspired to write this after seeing a gif of Yuta lol))
A lonely night drinking away remnants of a past love at a dimly lit, suspiciously smelling club went as well as any night of that kind would. You felt the slick burn of alcohol down your throat, grimacing slightly at the bitter taste of the cheap shot, but welcoming the feeling of your inhibitions slowly fading away as you drank again. Sufficiently woozy, you stumbled slightly from your bar stool, making your way to the crowded dance floor to find some companionship for the next thirty minutes. Swaying to the music, it didn’t take long for a pair of hands to brush against your hips, turning you to face a man with an enticing smile. You responded by lacing your hands behind his neck as you studied his features, too drunk and lonely to care he was a complete stranger. The dim light and drunken haze wasn’t doing you any favours in solidifying his face in your memory, but it was undeniable that he was gorgeous. His smile was an invite to study in the perfect shape of his plush lips, a defined cupids bow that shot drunk love right into your heart, and you knew that despite the amount of alcohol you’d had - you would never forget that smile. You let yourself fall into the moment, enjoying how the heat of the club and sweaty mass around you seemed to accelerate the effect of the alcohol in numbing your mind to the feelings of heartbreak and loneliness you so desperately wanted to forget. Closing your eyes, the thump of the music in your ears and breath next to your neck was all you needed to think about right now. “So, you want to get somewhere a bit less crowded?” The man you’d been dancing with suggested. “I’m good here.” You smiled back, opening your eyes to meet with the orbs focus on you intently. “If you’re sure.” He shrugged, removing a hand from your hips. Your hands reached for his, taking them and slightly tugging him back to you. “Stay a bit longer?” You asked, slightly slow from the drinks, but still smiling. He smiled back, a full toothed grin showing how straight and well aligned his teeth were. The expression was contagious and you let out a drunken laugh, thinking how pretty he was. “I have work anyway, maybe I’ll so you round.” He gave a small raise of his eyebrows as if laughing at your drunken pettiness, smirking again as you finally let go of his hands. And that was where the first encounter ended.
clouds collude with the
roofline at dusk, denying me the
embers of last light. my face hot and
lit from below while i watch as
scraps of what was once verse flicker
briefly over the incinerator,
a ritual cleansing of sorts - paper choreography shoots
skyward, buoyed by heat.
the balm of
burning everything down doesn’t
work so well this time; you’ve made me
say things i might stand by, and besides
there are scraps of my soul in there
i’d just as soon have kept. but my
mood this morning called
for the catharsis of flames, and
who am i anyway to argue with
tradition? i watch sparks dance
in the late evening breeze.
dances too, a bit
remembering that my uneasy fear
was no more than that; i have spent my afternoon
in the kingdom of the saved. i walk
tall again with the redeemable, and
though i pressed harder than
i meant to at your soft spots, asking
for the surety of something
explicated - you have left
a light on, and made plain
enough that i might live with
an ambiguous rest. redemption
comes in many forms.
there are still a few sheets
in my sooty grasp. absolved, i smile,
turning away. something of today was
savable; and something of me too perhaps
deserves to survive the fire.
And we woke early
to see the solstice day
break over the sea
the short dark away
the sky was clear
and lit from below
until in a golden crescent
the sun did show
and wax fully
over the sea
and land on which
in silence we stood
and in those moments
not only on damp sod
but on limitless possibilities
within a world
of infinite direction
and renewal of
what we knew
and what we hoped
and those we love
Facts learned at 30,000 feet sitting next to a student of anatomy
Blood does not flow backwards in the heart.
Be like the exquisite piece of work
that pumps in your chest cavity.
Be warm, never stop,
catch yourself when you falter.
Do not flow backwards.
Do not let yourself.
You can remove a heart from a chest
and, left in a saline solution,
it will keep beating.
It has nodes within itself
to whisper ‘keep going’
when the brain fails.
Your heart is more left than centered
because it is larger on the left side.
Your left lung is smaller than your right,
to make room. We are born that way,
unbalanced, uneven, still beating.
You can live with only one lung,
but only if it is your right one.
Be your heart. The muscles there
are like nothing else in your body.
We took off at sunset, you and I,
chasing a red glow that outran us.
The clouds were lit from below.
Look forward and orange still clings
to the long line of the horizon. Look back
and night has come. Be your heart.
Take tired things and fill them with new life.
North East Africa, Eastern Europe, Middle East, Mediterranean coast. (Elements of this image furnished by NASA) Egypt, The River Nile, The Red Sea, Jordan, Saudi Arabia, Palestine, Cyprus, Lebanon, Syria, Turkey, The Black Sea, Greece, Albania, Macedonia, Romania, Bulgaria, & a slice of southern Italy.
in the deepest dankest depths of the batcave... damian discovers... the rainbow batsuit...
Damian stalked deeper into the cave. He did this when ever he had a fight with his father. Drake had once said the cave changed, shifted. Damian had called him an idiot and assumed that Drake hadn’t slept for too many days in a row again. However sometimes he thought Drake was right. This passage he was walking along he was sure hadn’t been here before.
He reached a door way, it had clearly been carved into the stone as many of the rooms in the cave complex were. He ran his hand along the inside of the the door frame and found a light switch. When he hit it nothing happened for a long moment. Then in the middle of the room a flicker, then more, in a moment a glass case was lit up from below.
Damian stared in horror. In the case was a Bat suit, like dozens his father had. This one however was rainbow. Even under the thick layer of dust on the glass Damian could see how bright the colors were. He walked up to the case walking around it. He poked the case to be sure it was real. He rubbed his eyes to double check he wasn’t dreaming. Then he took off running back toward the main cave the fight with his father forgotten. “FATHER! PENNYWORTH! GRAYSON!” he screamed as he ran.
A few minutes later Damian stood with Bruce, Alfred and Dick behind him looking at the blank cave wall where the passage that lead to the room with the rainbow suit had been less than 10 minutes before. “I don’t understand there was a passage right here!” He said stamping his foot in frustration. “Master Damian, I have spent a great deal of time in this cave and there has never been a passage here” Alfred said drily. Bruce nodded and Dick said “Yeah Dami nothing here” unseen by any of them Bat-Mite smiled and disappeared again.
plot bunny for the lovely alex: top of the ferris wheel in an amusement park at midnight, the cabin is shared with the 6 foot stuffed teddy they won earlier that day
(As this is the first one, I’m just going to say that I’m doing these alphabetically like I do with my Masterlists because that’s just who I am as a person.)
Chekov: Pavel’s on a sugar high after the day. He’s in the middle of the bench, you tucked under one arm, the bear tucked under the other. He’s just so pleased that you get to share this moment together. You’ve eaten well, you’ve had more fun than you can remember for months, and you’re up here together under the stars being lit from below with these beautiful lights… how can he not kiss you?
Jim: Jim decides that the best way to do this is to sit you between his legs to make room for this obnoxiously large bear. He peppers the back of your neck with kisses as the ferris wheel climbs higher and higher and his arms snake around your waist to hold you to him while he cherishes this classically cheesy moment with you.
Jaylah: You’ve spent the whole day explaining how fairs work and Jaylah’s been more or less accepting of the whole experience. But here you sit at the top of the ferris wheel, the bear tucked in behind you and suddenly she just gets why this is such a great experience: she gets to see you in this beautiful light with the unique feeling of having nothing for thirty feet below you, and it’s exciting. Truly and properly exciting in the safest and most fun way she could imagine. You know she’s too shy, so you kiss the back of her hand at the top.
Leonard: Len’s going to pretend he’s too cool for all this, but when you plunk the bear in next to him he starts being a little nicer. He’s in this for you, after all, and if you’re having fun, he’ll make a good show of it for you. He even musters up the courage to kiss you at the top, even though he’s busy trying to pretend that the open-air nature of the ferris wheel itself isn’t scaring the daylights out of him.
Nyota: Nyota’s almost more excited about all this than you are. You won her a bear, and now it’s sitting behind her in the ferris wheel car, framing her beautiful self with its polyester fluff. Her eyes glitter in the low light as she watches the fair ground sprawl in front of you. Every time you think she can’t get more beautiful, she surprises you. You have to kiss her when you get to the top, you think. You can’t not.
Scotty: Scotty’s that idiot that rocks the car. You squeal at him to stop and he just laughs. As you reach the top he finally stops, but he launches himself at you, nearly dropping the bear over the side, so that he can make the most of his kiss at the top.
Spock: Spock is so transfixed by the colourful, whimsical view below him that he seems almost surprised when you tug on his shirt sleeve as you’re getting to the top. He looks at you, almost as if he’s seeing you for the first time, and he asks if there is something that he’s supposed to do to mark the occasion. You take your hand in his and trace your fingers together as you watch each other in the dim light.
Sulu: (Again, as this is the first one: I’m writing Sulu’s with a male reader in mind. I’m generally going to keep these gender neutral, but just for full disclosure.) Hikaru holds you hand the through the whole ride. Neither of you knew quite what to do with this bear you won - it was more of a dare than anything, you wanted to see how many balloons you could pop in a row. Turns out, it was a lot - and now you’re stuck sharing your midnight ferris wheel ride with the thing. It keep slipping and Hikaru keeps laughing at you trying to wrangle its limbs. He has to pull your attention away from it long enough to make sure he gets his kiss at the top.
◦ pairing: (for now) ◦ genre: angst ◦ word count: 2,607 ◦ warnings: death mention, graphic description of death
(and gore, kind of)
, light swearing ◦ a/n: after I watched the kdrama Goblin, I was immediately inspired to write this ;v; (such a gr8 drama~ pls check it out if you have time!!!) this prologue just gives a little insight on Taehyung’s past, but the oc will come in during the first part (when it’s back to the present) :’) + guess who needs to edit but wants to upload (it’s me)
Friday nights called for trouble. Artful, alluring trouble. The kind of trouble that thinks they can outsmart death, outrun death, but they’re really only running the other way. After all, when you’re in the palm of death’s hand, where is there to go?
Dude i love your headcanons!! Do you, perhaps have any about Near? I'd love to hear about that :D
Let me say 90% of my personal interpretation of Near stems from two words: gummy vitamins. Namely, the SPK having to persuade, trick, and or physically coerce Near into taking them. And then they’re like, I’m a goddamn CIA agent, why has this become my life.
He’s left handed and naturally bad at sports. Mello teased him relentlessly for his throwing skills, or lack thereof.
Insane tolerance for pain, even before Mello began kicking his ass on a regular basis. He thoroughly believes in the concept of mind over matter, and often reminds Mello that he too, could become immune to crippling sensations, if only he would allow his brain to rule his physical being.
Once a rats’ nest has become a nuisance to his ritual curl-twirling, he just yanks it out, usually taking a big chunk of hair with it. Does this absentmindedly, and out of frustration.
Makes the SPK agents deconstruct all of his lego structures. Again, they ask God ‘why?’
Bones are brittle as hell (hence the necessity for supplements), which is why he doesn’t stand. Moving is painful and chronic ache usually keeps him awake throughout the night.
Had a huge infatuation with Mello, but it eventually faded into more of an ‘oh, what we could have been if only you weren’t such a big stupid pretty idiot’ deal, as he thought the other successor was a total dummy for his allowing of his idolization of L the man rather than respect for L the title to influence his emotions. He thought Halle was kind of cute and then she started showing Mello her butt so that eye-crush ended quickly and saltily. Gevanni likes to puppy dog around the detective but Near finds it most enjoyable to give him the brush off and watch him fluster in response.
Sometimes it’ll be late at night and one of the SPK members will hear something from his room so they’ll go to investigate… only to find him sitting in the pitch dark watching Toy Story 2 on a portable DVD player in the middle of the floor; he slowly turns around, face lit from below and those terrifying soulless eyes piercing into their very hardened agent soul… and then he asks for a snack or different robot to fiddle with. It disturbed them all deeply for a while but now they’re kind of used to it.
Another Femslash Exchange gift, this time for @yugiohrox I’ll never turn down a chance to write lucana. I hope you enjoy it even though I struggled with the ending and took all day to finish haha.
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“Divine,” came the moan from the only occupied corner of the coffee shop. The hectic, morning rush had come and gone, leaving the staff frazzled and sagging in relief it was over. Lucy’s teammate had taken his thirty, leaving the shop in her capable if tired hands. “How do you do it, my Coffee Goddess?”
A flush threatened to spread across her fair skin starting at the nose and ending at the earlobes. Her whole childhood had been full of teasing for turning bright red, her spangle of freckles even more evident when lit up from below.
i'm sleepy and sick and screaming because stevenbomb here we go
i like how in “the trial” the two diamonds are lit differently
not being salty here, im just really tired
like oKAY so yellow diamond is lit from above, giving her a stark presence and dangerous vibe in the dark room of the courtroom(? how the hecc does homeworld do things so similarly to earth i refuse to believe that)
and blue is lit from below, making her seem even gloomier and more sullen, but still spooky, like your friend in a tent telling scary stories with a flashlight held under their face
idk i just found it interesting how the two gems-two diamonds, the same kind of gem!-are so different, even down to the way they’re presented, but they’re still together (as far as we canonically know for sure :3c) to put the pink diamond fiasco behind them