#I was going to make a next gen au and so over the course of two years I carefully crafted 20 students (names personalities and quirks)

[kickbutts-singsongs]

I know no one asked, but I have exactly zero (0) people to talk about bkdk with irl so here you guys go

My BKDK Journey

Yes, this sounds stupid, but my god it’s been almost three years of an absolute rollercoaster of feelings and denials and tears and revelations…

and if you don’t mind, I’m gonna rant about it.

(not spoiler free)

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May 2021

To start off, i wasn’t always a bkdk shipper.

I shipped izu*cha at first (not saying it’s a bad ship btw; it’s actually quite cute. im just afraid people’ll be mad if I accidentally invade their tag lol), primarily because I assumed that would be the ship that became canon.

But also, my veryyyyy leasttttt favorite character… was Bakugou Katsuki.

When I tell you that I would’ve loved nothing more than to somehow spawn into the bnha universe and punch that brat in the face— AGHHHHHHHHHH

Now this wasn’t all his fault: A) I watched the dub first lol, and B) he reminded me of someone that i was not in a place to stand up to at the time, and his constant anger, yelling, and harsh treatment of Izuku—who i began to relate to—made me hateeee him.

There was a time when I literally said “if he died, I wouldn’t miss him.” <- this was later proven false lol

So, I was watching the anime dub with an absolute animosity for our resident deuteragonist, but on top of that…

I was watching it with a friend with a crunchyroll account who lived in another state that I was visiting and staying with for two weeks, so by the time i had to go back home, we’d only gotten up to the part where All Might was getting Inko’s permission to let Izuku stay at the UA dorms.

Anddddddd in my drive to consume more bnha once I got home, i somehow stumbled across an Instagram account that posted bnha sub episodes divided into parts,

but they only had season four and onwards.

Sooooo I never saw the second half of season three… more importantly,

I NEVER SAW DEKU VS KACCHAN 2!!!!!

(I will say that I had seen a couple photos/edits/etc, but I never knew what had been said, or why they fought)

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June 2021

At this point in time, I’d been exposed to a lot of the fandom. My fyp on both IG and Pinterest were filled to the brim with all things bnha (because this is what happens when one has a hyperfixation), so I saw a lot of stuff.

Especially fanart.

This is where I started learning about the different ships.

I saw a lot of the side character ships and thought they were adorable (kamijirou, todomomo, even kiribaku), but then I saw some with Izuku.

Izu*cha was a given for me. I didn’t think there was a single person that didn’t ship it. But then I started seeing fanart of ships like tododeku, shindeku, and bakudeku.

And my first reaction to finding out that people shipped my beautiful baby sunshine boi with the person who bullied him for years?????

HELLLLLLLLLLL NO

So with my (unknowingly) limited knowledge of their relationship, i was very much an anti (i never spoke out or anything, i just reallyyyy didn’t like the ship lol)

(And then, you know, I started to see all the bkdk hate online and kinda went “okay not touching that”)

But that began to change…

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August 2021

…after I saw a manga leak for the first time.

I was scrolling thru my feed and all of a sudden. BOOM!

I was like 😧

IS THAT IZUKU?????

And i looked in the comments and yes it was.

I checked out the page and found that they had an entire account of manga leaks and was so happy.

I quickly began to read from the very bottom of that account, and it started from right about where Izuku first began his vigilante arc (i had no idea how much was in between then and where I left off on the anime, but I was willing to read it lol)

And so I waited diligently for the leaks every week (a practice I have continued to uphold lol), until one day, i came across an untranslated series of panels from the latest chapter. I looked at it and it was of Katsuki and Izuku, facing each other in the rain (you know the one). I knew the leaks would be coming a day later, but I wanted to look through them anyways, so I did.

I didn’t understand a word they said, but the pictures and imagery of them as kids then middle schoolers then where they were now seemed so touching…

And then I came across a pair of kanji that I recognized.

I was like “wait WHAT???”

I zoomed in and went “that— isn’t that—? That’s part of Midoriya’s name, right???”

And then I was like “wait a second… omg that’s Izuku, isn’t it. That’s the freaking kanji for Izuku.”

And it was!!!!!

So inside I’m having a mini freakout cuz—

Bakugou just called him IZUKU

Fast forward to the next day, and I looked at the translated version, and found out that not only did he call him Izuku,

He

Freaking

APOLOGIZED

And I was like “huhhhhhhh”

What happened between now and the most recent anime episodes for this to occur???? For Bakugou to do a complete 180 and apologize????????

Well, I finally got my answers…

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November 2021

…when I started reading the manga.

I started from the beginning, cuz I wanted to see Horikoshi’s art style and the extra drawings and all the other stuff…

And when I tell you that Katsuki became a whole new character to me—

First, I read everything about early-on Bakugou— without hearing him yell in his dub voice—and realized “oh wow he really is just a kid with issues and a worldview that he’s now having to change.”

Then, I finally read what happened in that space between moving into the dorms and the beginning of season four (most importantly, DvK2).

Cried.

Then, oh then, I got up to where season five ended and the rest of the manga began.

. . .

Funny thing: back when I read the leaks to ch322, I remember thinking to myself, “huh. what did Bakugou mean by Shigaraki making swiss cheese outta him?”

😦

THE WAY I GASPED

AND THEN CRIED

OH MY FREAKING GOD

That was the moment where i truly ceased to hate Katsuki cuz holy character development batman

Then, of course, we see them in recovery

And then the vigilante arc and apology scene *sobs*

And then I was caught up.

(Btw I finished the entire manga up ‘til ch334 in just over a week. I read for nine days straight. During the school year. My emotions were all over the place goodness gracious I could barely concentrate.)

So that’s how I went from being a Bakugou hater to going “you know what he’s a complex character and he’s slowly becoming a better person” and realizing that he was now one of my fav characters and therefore cursed to die but I’ll talk about that later

Was I now a bakudeku shipper?

Hah nope.

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December 2021

I began my dive into the true essence of any fandom: fanfiction.

Over the course of winter break, I had started off with fics that had no romantic pairing (I just wanted to see my boi Izuku), but then somehow stumbled across Mastermind: Strategist for Hire and then read the entirety of the For Want of a Nail series (shoutout to Clouds btw ❤️) cuz I was like “ok whew no bkdk fics” which was my mindset at the time.

But somehow (I can’t even remember how I found it) I came across a bkdk fic. It was called For Want of Izuku’s Toe Joint by Talavin (okay now that I think about it there’s probably a simple explanation lol).

I don’t quite know what compelled me to start reading it, but I did.

And I really liked it.

But not in the “I’ve been converted” kinda way.

It was like an “I shouldn’t be enjoying this why am I enjoying this?” kinda feeling. Like my head says no but my heart says yeah.

A really really really really guilty pleasure.

So, from that day on, whenever I came across any form of bkdk media, I would simultaneously feel discomfort and yet an odd sense of satisfaction.

A snippet of my daily life:

Me: *comes across bkdk fanart on pinterest*

Me: eww

Also me: *stares at it for like five minutes straight*

Me: who even likes this?

Also me: *saves pin to my mha board*

Me: not my ship

Also me: *scrolls down to more like this*

Bless my heart I was in such denial.

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July 2022

Bit of a timeskip, but nothing of note really happened in those last six months so here we go.

We’ve gotten to the point in the manga where the final arc is underway and Bakugou is about to KICK SOME BUTT

He’s revealed his Panser Strafe support item and I’m gushing about it to my friend (she kinda fell out of the fandom but still tolerated my rants bless her)

Oh, side note: it was then that I also expressed my concern for Bakugou’s “alive” status

Evidence:

For reference, some of my favorite characters are:

Beth March (Little Women)

John Reese (Person of Interest)

Joss Carter (Person of Interest)

Leonard Snart (Arrowverse)

Logan Echolls (Veronica Mars)

Fantine (Les Mis)

Eponine (Les Mis)

Jean Valjean (Les Mis)

Simon (Lord of the Flies)

Piggy (Lord of the Flies)

Grace Stone (Manifest)

Bubaigawara Jin — Twice (BNHA)

Wanna guess which of these guys died?

Trick question! It’s all of them (:

Yeah so anyways those following chapters really made me excited and nervous cuz YEAH KICK HIS ASS BAKUGOU but also IZUKUUUUU WE NEED YOU

hah hah.

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August 2022

Utterly gobsmacked. Cried. Disbelief. Horrified. Confusion. Anger. Went through the five stages of grief and then some.

Sometimes I hate being right 🥲

But the good thing that came from this was that my positive view of Katsuki only grew after seeing his utter faith in Izuku (and his thoughts being on him in his final moments???? 🥺🥺🥺)

And it was at this point in time where I could admit to myself “you know what? i see it. i see the appeal. i wouldn’t mind this actually becoming canon.”

Did I think that it would actually become canon?? No.

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September 2022

I don’t know how I thought Izuku was gonna react to seeing Katsuki’s body on the ground, but GOOD LORD IT WASNT THAT

Even sweet little blind me realized “oh wow he like really feels intense stuff for Katsuki huh”

(But some things I missed—cuz I was still a bit wired for izu*cha—were shigarakis implications “yeah u looooove the present I got u” and the freaking HEART that blackwhip caused??? when Izuku reeled himself back in???? like how did i miss that i read that chapter like fifteen times??)

So this is all to say that I’ve missed any and all actual bkdk hints up until this point. I finally lifted my head out of the izu*cha fog when…

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July 2023

…Ochako and Toga had their chat about romance.

The first actual hint was when Ochako had told Toga “I’ll give you my blood for the rest of my life.”

Little blind me became a bit less blind that day, cuz I was like “um. ochako? that— that sounded kinda like a proposal. like. a marriage proposal. ochako??”

And then those chapters just kept getting better!!

Bebe Ochako’s determination???

The Spirited Away moment?????

“I’m envious of your smile”????????

“YOU REALLY THINK IM CUTE?” “THE CUTEST IN THE WHOLE WORLD” LIKE 😭😭😭😭😭

For the first time, I was looking at the manga without the assumption that izu*cha would be endgame. And it only got better after I…

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August 2023

…got Tumblr!!!

Everything was downhill from here folks.

In the best possible way.

I came across some analyses of what was going on with togachako, and consequently led me to some bakudeku analyses. I read them and my goodness they made so much sense.

Like not even just personality-wise!! Those metas brought in actual things Horikoshi said about wanting to go outside the norms of shounen (and about not liking the Naruto ending 💀), and compared bkdk to tropes in different works of fiction, and even discussed how bkdk made sense narratively. They properly convinced me of the ship.

And then for good measure, I reread the manga in its entirety thru a bkdk filter, and lo and behold things took on new meanings and my eyes were opened.

I totally and irrevocably shipped them! And I actually thought they had a chance at being canon!!

(And then I binged so much bkdk fanfiction omg you wouldn’t BELIEVE like I read the ones with the highest kudos first and then just picked the biggest collections I could find and read down the line

It was like being on drugs like each fic gave me more dopamine than the last I was so happy oh my god)

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October 2023

And then finally, the day came.

The answer to “is bakugou alive yet?” became a yes.

We screamed. We cried. We jumped for joy. We told bakugou antis to suck it. But most of all, our bkdk hearts soared to see our boys make eye contact with each other for the first time in over a year 🥹

And from that moment on, I truly began to believe that bkdk would indeed become canon.

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And so, this concludes my 42672288 page rant about how I came to be a bkdk shipper.

Thank you for reading, and before I go, I want to ask:

How did you guys get into bkdk?

Did you convert over from izu*cha? Or perhaps tododeku? Or maybe kiribaku? Or are you one of the few who have shipped them since the beginning??

In any case, I’m happy you’re here. And while it may have taken me a couple years, I’m happy that I’m here too :)

(and thank you @animelover32456)

#this may just be me screaming into the void #but at least it’s out there #bnha #mha #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bakudeku #bkdk #my bkdk journey #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #my thoughts #and also I’m going to admit without admitting that I might or might not have made some ocs a mere two months after I started bnha… #and the two leads were very much bkdk coded 💀 #I was going to make a next gen au and so over the course of two years I carefully crafted 20 students (names personalities and quirks) #and I had some cool villains #honestly some of my quirk ideas were awesome #maybe one day I’ll post some of them… we’ll see #but if anyone asks if I ever made any ocs NO I DIDNT

[mattodore]

best part of having ocs is that i can just write them doing whatever i want. like i can just do anything with them and it's like oh yeah. that's happening. and no one can be like hang on you can't do that bc actually i can since they're mine <3

#river dipping #like hell yeah brother of course i make aus for my ocs and daydream about them as like. vampires or whatever #anyway hello :) i really meant it when i said the suck session finale would put me out of commission for a few days #there's a ton to catch up on i bet but i'll take my time with it... tho i will be checking on kmik and valentine gen. 3 EXPEDITIOUSLY #i'm actually busy in google docs atm tho!! i'm using oc questionnaires to further flesh out mattodore. i 100% yoinked these questions #from an ask game i saw. there's like... sixty of them? theo's doc is already like 2k long and i still have ten more questions to answer... #matthias's questionnaire is finished but now i feel bad that his is only 1.8k so i might go back and add more... #sorry matthias </3 maybe be a little more nuanced as a character next time #i'll probably be posting these here actually so i can put them in my oc extras tag... tho idk how well the formatting will carry over #what else... oh i finally started working on editing the photos i took of mattodore back in march (and showed a bit of before) #i don't think i'm going to edit them as intensely as i did my pinned post bc that was... very time consuming... but we'll see #i wound up selecting just eight photos but that's still eight photos to edit so... hm. idk when i'll post 'em #oh and it's pride month!! so i'm determined to at least try to make the two final characters from echthroi this month... #i think i'm kind of getting an image of jackson going now but everett still alludes me... i'm also thinking abt changing her name #these two have gone through so many changes in the last seven months character-wise... fdgfhjkfgh #dutchie too tbf like his name originally was EDWIN... smh #OH....... and i see i have messages i need to reply to i'm sawrry </3 i will get to them........... i swear................................

[cheesus-doodles]

i wonder how izana is like if he had a s/o during the time when he was the black dragon leader

Red Dragonflies Masterlist | Masterlist

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i have actually answered this previously in these Relationship HCs ! and this is also the case in my red dragonflies AU, former gang leader reader is actually Izzy's s/o when he was the black dragon leader - have linked the masterlist up top cough

but because I like to rant, here are some more thoughts about yan black dragon-era Izzy and you, which can apply to both regular reader and gang leader reader!

Izana was probably already very unstable and jealous during his time as the 8th Gen Black Dragon leader, what with the entire situation between Shinichiro constantly talking about Mikey, and learning that the Black Dragon gang would go to said boy instead of him. Combined that with him having found you as an s/o, someone that Izana would see as his, something that he could finally own and keep to himself without having to share (unlike the whole situation with Shinichiro), no doubt that it wouldn't take long for Izana to swing into yandere tendencies, becoming extremely overbearing and overprotective over you.

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With you around, there is a very clear difference in Izana's mannerisms and general behavior. Almost a personality flip in fact, it's night and day how he acts in your presence and when you aren't present. After all, there's a certain way that Izana wants you to perceive him as, and then there's everything else - so this white-haired boy would be sure to carefully tailor and adjust how he acts around you to what he knows you like (to a certain degree of course). As long as you don't threaten the status quo, as long as you keep by his side and his side only, your precious Izzy is whoever you want him to be. Loving, kind, doting, he can almost seem to read your mind and predict your moods.

Knows how to make you feel better after a shitty day, knows what to say and what to do to get you falling heads over heels for him over and over. But don't let that fool you into thinking that you were beyond his manipulation, because nope, not a chance. If he even has the slightest doubt that you were drifting away from him, or worse, thinking of leaving him, expect for Izzy to start subtly tearing you down. He wouldn't sound any different from what he usually does, cooing, low, soft murmur, but the things that slip from his mouth; it pokes at your insecurities, stirs the doubts you have about yourself. Yes, you were the most beautiful person he had laid eyes on, but did you think that really extended to everyone? Surely, surely you know that only he can love you like this? You couldn't possibly survive away from his side the way you are, right?

In his mind, Izzy is only doing it because he loved you as much as he did - you were made for him, like he was made for you. He couldn't live without you, so even if he had to hurt you a little, it'll all be worth it. You'll see that it was all for you.

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Wouldn't be uncommon to see him roaring down streets, both city and mountain ones alike, on his motorbike with you clung to his back and with no specific destination in mind - just likes to spend time with you, brings you anywhere that you want to go. Besides, the delinquents in the city, be they Black Dragons or rival scum, know better than to stare at the two of you. Loves light, airy places, so be prepared to spend a lot of time just hanging out together on rooftops and mountains, somewhere where you can feel the breeze through your hair, where Izzy can get you all to himself. All your attention being on him is the best kind of date.

There's no such thing as privacy, period. He absolutely needs to know everything that happens in your life, and anything less would earn you a full tantrum and fit. Put simply, its either Izana is there, hovering next to you and keeping one violet eye on all your ongoings, and no doubt this baby boy has someone (cough Inupi cough) tagging you from a respectable distance when he isn't free. That is, on top of having unfettered access to everything on your phone; call logs, messages, photos. Nothing is secret from him, why would it be? What do you have to hide from your partner?

You don't go anywhere new without Izzy. Why do you have to? What were you hiding? Your future husband would be happy to take you anywhere you have to go: cafe, the new department store downtown, even festivals. So unless you were trying to hide something from him, why wouldn't you want him to go along? Don't you know how dangerous it is out there? What if you get jumped by a rival gang? Needless to say, keeping presents a secret from this boy isn't a walk in a park.

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Everything else that Izana doesn't think you would approve of seeing would be done out of your sight. He doesn't like having you see the darker side of your boyfriend, the one that deals with weapons and drugs, the one that beats people, both civilians and his own gang members alike for the mildest of perceived infringements against you. You were too soft, too delicate for that. What if you got scared off? What would he do if you became frightened of him?

Instead, all his rage, all his hatred, he poured into the Black Dragon gang, leading them down darker and darker paths. The entire world was scum as far as he was concerned, trash that he had to beat and flatten into perfection so you didn't have to foul your hands and feet.

Sure Izana couldn't keep Shinichiro to himself as much as he desperately wanted to, the first time he truly found family - the source of a lot of his anger and jealousy. He hated Mikey, and always will, for stealing his older brother. But you were perfection, divinity, and you filled the hole in his heart; you didn't have to see that side of him if you just stuck by his side and returned his love. You were the only thing giving stability to a very fragile Izzy, and god only knows what would happen to him if that stability ever left. Izana would give you the sun and the moon if you wanted them both, all he asked for in return was your loyalty.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #tokyorev #tokyorev x reader #tenjiku x reader #yandere izana x reader #izana x reader #tokyo revengers izana #kurokawa izana #izana kurokawa #izana fluff #izana scenarios #tokyorev imagines #tokyo rev #inupi seishu #inupi #tokyorev hcs #cheesus answers #former gang leader darling #red dragonflies gang

[silvergyus]

hii!! hope ur doing great!!

i was going to ask for some fluffy hueningkai smut for the valentines day event :)) i need more fics about him being infatuated w chubby women?

lessons in chemistry

pairing: hueningkai x fem!reader

summary: kai has been harboring a not-so-secret crush on his study buddy all year. what will happen when he gets an unexpected text asking if you can stay the night?

warnings: college au, friends to lovers, only one bed trope, reader is a few years older than kai ("noona" is not used), kai is a lil pervy, chubby!reader, reader's pubes are mentioned exactly once, experienced!reader, a teeeeny bit of dubcon (just over the clothes teasing), fingering (y/n receiving), protected sex

word count: 5,200+

author’s note: requested as part of my valentine's event 🏹💘 tysm for requesting!! I got a lil obsessed with this one and I really hope you like it!

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Kai had been infatuated with you since the start of last semester. The two of you sat near one another for a large science lecture. It was a gen-ed filler class for the both of you that you were just trying to get out of the way. Kai was a first year music major and you had just switched majors from fine arts to liberal arts and suddenly found yourself in need of a few more required science credits.

He fell in love with you the first moment he saw you, sitting down a row ahead of him in the dim lecture hall, the low light illuminating your features. Twice a week for three weeks he admired you fondly from his unofficial assigned seat. His notes were often lacking- sentences missing from the slides that he forgot to copy down while lost in the thought of you instead. You were the highlight of the dull class for him. He’d never forget the way his heart almost leaped out of his chest when you finally turned around to smile at him. Your smile was warm and inviting as you asked him to be your partner for an assignment. He’d never been particularly suave, but the stumbling, stuttered “yes, of course” he replied with was enough to make him want to curl up in a ball. But you just giggled, your laugh like music, accepting it in stride.

From that day on he was your study buddy, never missing a library date. The two of you worked on assignments together, studied for exams and shared snacks late into the night.

You grew close over the course of the semester, inside jokes blossoming between the two of you. You were older, more organized than he was. You knew your way around campus and the city and you were eager to offer your advice. You laughed at his jokes and loved to hear the recordings he made of his guitar and piano playing. As friendship grew between the two of you, so did his feelings for you.

Anxiety swirled in his head as winter finals approached, unsure of whether or not you’d be in the same lab section as him in the spring. He worried that if you weren’t, he’d lose his chance to talk to you. When you told him your schedule- classes aligning perfectly with his- he almost hugged you then. Relief flooded his chest, thankful for the chance to see you twice a week for an additional four months.

His friends had caught on to the fact that he was crushing on someone; they saw the way his eyes lit up when certain notifications flashed on his screen. They had been nudging him to invite you to study at the dorm, even promised to clean it so he wouldn’t be embarrassed to bring you by. But you lived off campus in your own apartment. Why would you ever want to hang out in his shared dormitory? No, he’d just keep doing what he was doing: being your cute and reliable study buddy.

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You knew Kai had a crush on you.

It was obvious in the way he texted you back immediately, even when you knew he’d swipe away notifications for the rest of his friends. Obvious in the way he shifted in his seat if you leaned over his shoulder to look at his notes. Obvious in the way he practically vibrated out of the chair the first time you decided to sit next to him in the lecture hall instead of a row ahead. He always brought your favorite snacks and packed your favorite drinks when you met up for study sessions. You couldn’t remember telling him what your favorites were either, he just paid attention like that.

You didn’t mind, in fact, you liked having the cute boy’s attention. Kai was tall and broad and dorky and shy, but you had gotten him to open up to you, bloom like a flower into sharing his silly and passionate self. Kai was a good friend and a bit of an ego boost as well. Here was this tall boy with sharp cheekbones who cared about your thoughts and opinions. So, so what if you caught him staring down your shirt when he was supposed to be copying your notes? It's not like you hadn't stared at his ass in his jeans more than a few times.

And truth be told, you really did need him as a study buddy.

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The cool of winter was slipping away to spring, first flowers peaking their heads out of the damp earth. Kai was losing his mind.

His friends had figured out more about you and the extent of his devastating crush and were making bets on how he would fumble you. Beomgyu had struck a particularly sensitive nerve with the simplicity of his bet: that Kai would just never get the nerve to ask you out for more than a library study session. It was stupid and it wouldn’t normally piss him off, but he was scared that they were right. He didn’t want to miss his chance with you.

You had become really important to him over the course of the school year and he couldn’t stand the thought of you just being a class friend, someone he lost after finals ended. He already experienced that anxiety when he worried about your spring schedule, but had lucked out despite his inaction. He wasn’t sure what he’d do now that the end of the school year was approaching.

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The soft patter of rain filled the spaces in between notes as Kai worked on his piano final composition. He knew how the piece started, and how it ended, but he struggled to find the perfect rhythm to pull it together. He had been locked in his room for hours, long fingers dancing over the keys again and again, trying out new arrangements and then scrapping them when they weren’t right.

Nothing was right. Dejected, he pushed his chair away from his keyboard, pulling off his headphones and huffing as he reached for his phone, needing a distraction. He frowned when he saw two missed calls from you and a string of worried texts.

Hey soooo….

I left my bag in my ta’s office and I they won’t answer any of my emails and I don’t have their number

and my keys were in my bag….

and now I can’t get in my apartment 😅

and all my other friends are out of town..

can I please stay with you?

Kai called you immediately. You picked up on the second ring.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He asked worriedly.

“Kai! Oh my gosh you called me back! Thank you so much, I wasn’t sure-”

“You can stay here.” He said quickly.

“You mean it?”

“Yes.” He was organizing his room as you spoke, throwing dirty clothes in the hamper and wrapping up charging cables. “Do you know which building I’m in?”

“I think so. I’m actually not too far away.”

Kai could hear the rain as you spoke, muffling your voice. “Oh gosh, do you have an umbrella?”

You laughed sarcastically. “Haha, no, but I’ll be there in ten minutes. Can you come down to let me in?”

“Yes, yes I’ll be there. Do you need me to stay on the phone?”

“No, uh, it’s actually getting kinda really wet. I’ll just meet you in the lobby.”

“Okay, stay safe. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

You hung up and Kai immediately ran to his roommates to fill them in.

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You were soaked head to toe when you walked into the small lobby of Kai's dorm building. He was nervously shifting his weight between his feet as he waited for you to arrive. His voice was laced with worry when he ran over to you, asking how you were doing the second you walked through the double doors. His worry was cute. You liked how much he cared.

“I’m okay, just cold.”

The elevator ride up to the dorm Kai shared with Taehyun and Beomgyu was filled with a charged silence, broken only by the patter of droplets falling from your clothes onto the floor. You hadn’t met either of his roommates yet, but you’d heard stories. You weren’t sure if you’d meet either of them tonight either, but all you really wanted to do was change out of your soaked clothes and go to bed.

Kai apologized for things being messy before opening the door, but he had no need. The small shared space was cleaner than expected for three college-aged boys. Each had their own room and then a shared kitchen and bathroom. You followed Kai to his narrow bedroom.

His standard-issue twin xl was filled with plushies, a grey bunny which was clearly the oldest and most well-loved sat in a place of honor in the very front. It made you smile, this display of softness. Beside the bed was his desk and keyboard just beyond that. The space was cozy with the low light of a singular bedside lamp.

You turned around to face the room’s owner where he stood in the doorway, suddenly awkward in his own space. “Cute room. I like your plushies.”

Red blush immediately tinged his ears. His eyes fell to the floor as he awkwardly laughed. “Haha, yeah um, I can move those.”

“You don’t have to.” The silence between you was still charged from the elevator, but you could barely focus on it with the way the cold rain had settled into your bones. “Um, is it okay if I take a shower? I’m freezing.”

“Oh! Uh, yeah- of course! I have an extra towel. Do you need clothes?” He began to rifle through his drawers. “I think mine will fit you. What do you want?” He was cute the way he looked over at you as if picturing each item in the drawers on your body.

----

Kai sat on his bed anxiously bouncing his leg as he waited for you to finish in the bathroom. He was trying his best to suppress the thought of you in the shower, water falling over your curves. He shook his head, trying and failing to shake out the thought of the river of soapy bubbles running between your breasts, trailing down over your plush tummy. But even if he shook that thought, there was still the fact that you would exit the shower and put on his clothes and then get in his bed. His head was spinning with possibilities.

His leg was bouncing fast enough for it to start to cramp by the time you walked into his room. His ears burned as he took you in. His dark pullover clung to your figure, settling at your hips. You smiled at him before turning to hang your towel on the back of his door. Oh no, he thought. He had fished an old pair of basketball shorts out of his drawer for you to sleep in since your clothes were hung precariously in the bathroom in an attempt to dry them. The fabric was stretched tight around your hips and ass, leaving little to his imagination. He stifled a groan at the sight when his hoodie rode up to show the dimples on your back as you reached up to throw the damp towel over the hook.

You looked so good in his clothes it made his head spin. He wanted to see you in his clothes all the time, wanted you to show everyone you were his. Wanted you to be his for real.

He was sure he looked like a wreck when you turned around, cocking your head to ask what he was thinking. “I um, did you- did you eat?”

“Yeah, I ate dinner before I saw my TA.” You sat down beside him on the bed. He could feel the warmth radiating off your skin from your hot shower. “Actually, um, I know it’s kind of early, but this whole thing has been really stressful and I’m just really tired.”

“Yeah, that’s okay. I’m sorry this happened to you.” He practically vibrated when you rested your head against his shoulder, not even caring if his shirt got wet.

“Not your fault.” Your voice was soft. “Thank you for letting me crash. I can’t tell you how much it means.”

“It’s no problem. I’d do anything if you asked.” Kai wasn’t sure how much he wanted you to read into that sentence.

----

The two of you talked for a bit before a big yawn prompted Kai to ask you about sleeping. He insisted that he’d sleep on the floor for you to take his bed. You argued back that you could take the floor since it was his room and just one night wouldn’t hurt you but he wouldn’t budge. You finally conceded and found yourself tucked under his covers next to his army of plushies.

The room was dark except for the dim glow of campus peeking through the blinds and the multicolor lights of his pc that lit the space with a shifting neon hue. You rolled over to peak over the edge. Kai was laying on the floor face up, hands over his chest. He was wide awake and his eyes immediately found yours. “Hey,” he whispered, “you should be sleeping.”

You couldn’t stand the fact that he was sleeping on the hard floor, shitty dorm carpet against his back and a throw blanket the only thing to keep him warm. This was his room after all. And beyond the injustice of kicking him out onto the cool floor, you didn’t want to let the opportunity to be wrapped up in his strong arms pass you by. “Can you please come up here?” You could see his eyes widen and before he had the chance to argue you used the line he couldn’t refuse. “I’m still really cold.”

He sputtered cutely, looking for words. “Are you sure?”

You kept your voice quiet as you pleaded; “Please Kai.”

He didn’t say anything as he stood up and climbed into the small bed. You moved to the far edge of the mattress, positioning yourself against the wall. You wondered how he slept comfortably here each night, his large frame filled up most of the narrow space, and you doubted that his feet weren’t hanging off the edge. With your body taking up space too, there was no way for the two of you to not touch.

Kai was shy with his actions, reverting back to the unsure boy you met at the beginning of the school year. “Um, uh- is this okay?” He asked as he gingerly settled his arm across your waist.

“Yes, perfect.” You backed up to snuggle into his broad chest. Heat radiated off of him, warming you instantly. “Mmmm, you’re so warm.”

----

Your body fit against Kai's like his matching puzzle piece. His arm slotted perfectly in the space between your tummy and chest. He felt like he was made to hold you just like this. This moment was perfect, everything he could've asked for after pining after you for months. He could breathe in the scent of your skin and hair, still slightly damp from the rain and shower. Here you were, in his clothes, in his bed, in his arms. He was on cloud nine. Everything was perfect.

Except for the fact that you kept wriggling your hips against him.

You had to be doing it on purpose. As far as he could tell you were sleeping, but the subtle movements of your ass against his front were driving him crazy. He had backed his hips up as far as he could given the narrow twin bed, but yours had followed. He prayed that you were asleep and wouldn't notice his half-hard dick pressed up against you.

He thought he was in the clear, your hips had slowed and he thought he'd make it through the night without embarrassing himself. He could do this- sleep with you in his arms then get up and jerk off in the morning before you woke up and it would be like nothing happened, like he wasn't cuddled up next to you thinking about how his hand was so, so close to your chest and your ass was so warm against him. He'd savor this moment for what it was and then make his move later. But then you spoke.

“Kai,” your whisper pierced through his thoughts like a hot knife, “are you hard for me?”

His mind blanked. Fuck, he was really in it now.

“It's okay if you are.” Your hand found his, drawing gentle circles on his palm. You continued playing with his fingers as the silence stretched, charged and electric between you. Kai didn't breathe, hanging on for what would happen next. “You know, I've seen the way you look at me.” You wiggled your hips again, slow and deliberate. “Saw the way you blushed when I came in here with your clothes on.”

It felt like Kai was on fire. His body blushed and he could feel the blood rushing to his cock. He felt guilty, caught in the act. “I know you have a crush on me Kai.”

He wanted to protest, began to speak a strangled “I-” but you cut him off.

“I have a little crush on you too.”

Your words knocked the air out of Kai's lungs. His head spun. You were in his bed, in his clothes, holding his hand, pressing your ass against his dick on purpose and you liked him back. He felt like he was short circuiting.

He could hear the smile in your voice when you whispered again. “You can touch me if you want.”

----

The silence stretched between you longer than you expected. Part of you worried that you had misread everything, that you had crossed a line. But after what felt like eons Kai's hand finally moved.

His fingers twitched in your grasp, fingers splaying out and holding onto your tummy over the sweatshirt. You were silent as he began to slowly move down, curiously slipping under the thick hem. You drew in a breath quickly when his fingers brushed against your skin. His fingers were slightly calloused from playing guitar, the rough pads of his fingers leaving goosebumps where they explored over your tummy.

“Tell me to stop.” His voice was low in your ear as his hand moved closer to your chest.

You stayed quiet; he ran a finger over the underside of your breast. His movements were slow, cautiously exploring your flesh. He finally reached up to cup your breast, his big hand igniting your nerves where he touched. For a moment he just held you like that, as if he was committing the feel to memory. His first squeeze was more for him than for you, but it felt damn good nonetheless. You let out a soft sigh, relishing in the feeling. He squeezed again, spurred on by your encouragement.

“What do you like?” He asked. You whispered back how you liked to be touched and he complied, rubbing and pinching at your nipples while you sighed again. You could feel him fully hard in his sweatpants behind you, the heat of his length and the teasing of your chest making you grow wet in his shorts.

“Kai,” you whined, growing impatient with his touches, wanting more. You ground your hips back against him. You could feel his cock through your shorts and it was making you desperate.

Kai stifled a groan from behind you at your neediness. His hand cautiously moved down from your breasts, pausing to squeeze the plush of your tummy as it ventured down. His fingers paused, dipping just under your waistband to gently stroke your skin there.

----

Kai gasped when he realized you weren't wearing any panties. Of course, he thought. You must've left them to dry with the rest of your clothes. He was hard before, but discovering that you were whiny and needy in his shorts without panties on made him grow impossibly harder.

He reached down, through the soft tuft of hair to find your pussy. You moaned when his fingers finally found your clit. He liked that sound, wanted to hear it again. You spread your legs a little, granting him better access to your body. He dipped his fingers through your soft folds, finding you wet for him. He couldn't help but moan as he explored your heat, coating his fingers in your wetness.

You let out a series of quiet gasps and whines as he teased you, rubbing small circles on your clit and through your folds. He found your entrance after a moment but was nervous to slip his fingers inside. Your impatient hips bucked at his hand and broke his questioning thoughts. He slowly sunk one of his slender fingers into your wet heat. You buried your face in his pillow to stifle your cry when he did. Your noises were like music to his ears and he slowly pumped the finger in and out, relishing the feeling of your walls sucking him in.

“More,” you gasped quietly, “please.”

He obliged, adding a second finger. You were keening now, rocking your hips to meet his hand as it pumped into you. The cheap bedframe squeaked softly with your movements but Kai didn't think it was anything loud enough for his roommates to hear.

You whined when he curled his fingers, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. “Kai, Kai,” you babbled, desperation dripping from your voice. You were so wet beneath his hand. “Wanna kiss you. Need to kiss you before you make me cum.”

He laughed at that. “What do you mean?” He slowed his movements when you gripped his forearm, but kept his fingers buried in your pussy.

“You're gonna make me cum, but,” your voice was shy as you continued, “I really wanna kiss you. I haven't even kissed you yet.”

Kai felt himself blush at your words. Gosh you were sweet. He smiled and kissed your cheek where he could reach from this position before removing his hand from your shorts.

You were quick to shuffle so you straddled his lap. Your clothed heat rested on his erection, which was almost painfully hard. He could just make out your features in the low light. You were so pretty, smiling down at him. He wanted to kiss you so bad. So when you leaned forward he sat up to meet you.

Your lips were soft against his, the first kiss relatively chaste as you pulled away to admire him. He basked in your gaze, loving the way you looked at him with such affection. When you kissed him again it was deeper.

----

Kai had perfect lips for kissing. He opened up to you like a flower on the second kiss. You traced his bottom lip with your tongue before he parted his lips slightly, granting you access to taste him. He moaned quietly into the kiss, hands settling around you. He brought you closer with the hand on the back of your head and gripped tightly at your ass with the hand that had been playing with your pussy just moments ago.

You shifted in his lap as his tongue explored your mouth. The change in pressure caused him to groan loudly into the quiet of his room. He broke the kiss but stayed close, whispering your name against your lips. “Please, I'm so sensitive right now.” His voice was deep and rough, held back from a full plead.

You smiled and kissed him again. “I've been teasing you for a long time haven't I?” You said, half pouting. You placed your lips right against the shell of his ear as you whispered- “you can fuck me if you want.”

His whine was stifled in his throat but you still caught it. You could feel his cock twitch beneath you at your words. Gosh, he was big. You could properly feel him now that you were straddling him. You didn't want to cum without having kissed him, but his teasing had left you needy and aching for him to fill you up again.

“Please,” was all he said before you nodded, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

“Wanna see you. Can I take this off?” He was happy to oblige, nodding before lifting his arms to let you undress him. You pulled his sweatshirt off you, letting him take in the sight of you in the dim light. The two of you sat like that for a moment, admiring each other. His hand reached out to trace over your skin once again, taking in your form in the low light. You did the same, running your fingers over his broad chest and wide shoulders. His hands continued to love on your tummy, more than anyone had done in the past. You found it cute, like most things about him, and appreciated that he seemed to enjoy a part of you you'd often been told to conceal.

Soon enough his hands found the hem of your- his- shorts again. You had to get off his lap to slide them off of you, your wetness clinging to the material as you did. Kai shucked off his bottoms as you did yours and you settled onto his lap again, the both of you fully naked in one another's embrace.

You could feel Kai's heartbeat racing under the hand you held to his chest. “Are you excited?” You teased.

“Y/n,” he started, “I really like you. I've liked you for a long time now. Since I first met you, I've liked you.”

You squeezed his hand, wanting to reassure him that you felt the same. “I really like you too, Kai. For a while now too.” He kissed you again. The kiss was charged with emotion, he poured his feelings into it and you reciprocated.

When the kiss broke you were both breathing hard. “You have a condom, right?” He nodded quickly, reaching to throw open the top drawer of his bedside table. Inside was a full box of unopened foils.

Sliding the condom onto Kai's length made your pussy clench around nothing. He was so big and heavy in your hand. He gasped like it hurt when you first held his cock, his angry tip a leaking mess of precum. He watched you with huge eyes as you rolled it on.

You spit onto your hand, slicking him up through the thin barrier. He couldn't stop the whine that he emitted as you stroked him.

When you finally hovered over his lap again you felt dizzy with anticipation. Kai's fingers had been long and stuffed you full, but his cock was surely going to fill you to the brim. You lined him up at your entrance and began to sink down.

His mouth fell slack when his fat tip pushed past your tight entrance. You took him inch by inch, fighting the urge to just sit on it, forcing yourself to take it slow and adjust. It felt like he was splitting you open. He was bigger than anyone you'd had before. Long and thick, he hit every spot inside of you as you finally rested on his hips, taking him to the hilt. You had to catch your breath.

----

Kai’s eyes were squeezed tight, his breaths heavy. The feeling of being inside of you better than he had imagined. You were so warm, your wet walls holding him so tight even through the latex barrier.

“Kai,” you whispered, rubbing his arm to bring him back to you. “Is this still okay?”

He opened his eyes and nodded. “Yes, yes. Just need a sec.” He was trying his hardest not to cum right there. But you were so beautiful in the shifting hues coming from his pc, the dim light illuminating your features. The moonlight from the crack in the blinds shone on your lashes as you watched him carefully.

“Okay,” he finally said, feeling like he wasn’t about to immediately cum at the slightest sensation. “I’m ready.”

You hummed and kissed him again before leaning back and slowly rolling your hips. His hands flew to your thighs, gripping them tightly as he tried to keep from moaning loudly and alerting his roommates to what was happening. You smiled down at him, speeding up a bit.

He was mesmerized by the way you looked as you rode him. He must’ve looked like a dumbstruck fool the way you giggled at his expression. “You like what you see?”

“Very much. You’re so beautiful.” Your face split into a huge smile and you kissed him again.

“I think you’re pretty beautiful too.” Kai felt himself blush at your words, not used to praise like this.

He wasn’t going to last very long, not with your sweet words and the slow drag of your walls around his cock. He moved his hands from where they rested, exploring the curves of your body, committing them to memory. He’d always had a thing for soft tummies, but your thick thighs, full breasts and even the soft creases of your back all delighted him. His touches spurred you on, your increased enthusiasm pushing him closer to the edge.

“Gonna cum.” He whined.

“Touch me here,” you guided his hand to your clit. “We’ll cum together.”

He fought through the building pressure, gathering your wetness to coat his thumb. A sigh escaped your lips when he rubbed your clit. He easily matched the pace you set with your hip, musician’s muscle memory kicking in.

“I’m so close,” his voice was strained, “gonna-”

His orgasm hit him hard. His hands squeezed hard at your hips as you rode him through his high, chasing after yours. The sounds you made when you came were music, a falling set of whimpers and stutters that washed over Kai like a wave. You slumped into Kai’s chest, aftershocks still causing your pussy to flutter and clench around him. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you in a sweet embrace as you both came down from your highs.

----

You hummed contentedly into the space between Kai’s shoulder and throat. He was warm and strong and all around you. You felt safe and cozy in his arms and completely blissed out from his cock. You knew you needed to clean up but you wanted to savor this moment for as long as you could.

“Hey, y/n,” Kai’s voice was a soft whisper above you. You hummed again in acknowledgement. “Do you think maybe we could go on a date sometime?”

You laughed, burying your face into his chest. Gosh, this boy. You propped yourself up onto your elbow, taking in the beauty of Kai’s features as he looked at you expectantly. “I would love that.” His smile was immediate. “And by the way, you could have asked me at any point in the year and I would’ve said yes.”

You couldn’t quite make out the blush that spread across his cheeks in the low light, but you kissed him again to let him know you meant it. You settled back onto his chest and he placed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I’m kind of glad I left my bag in that office now.”

You could feel Kai’s laugh through his chest. “I am too.”

author’s note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.

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[stormsthatrage]

Have an angsty KHR AU (Playing fast and loose with flame lore and characterization. Also, I haven't figured out what the 10th Gen Guardians are doing during all this, but whatever it is, it involves So Many miscommunications.)

The AU:

Tsuna doesn't want to be a mafia boss. He hates the violence, he hates the danger, he hates knowing that if he messes up, it can get people killed.

But no one really listens to him. Not even Reborn, who just sees Tsuna's whole "I don't want to be a mafia boss" thing as a sort of juvenile rebellion phase.

(But it's not. Every time one of Tsuna's people comes home hurt, every time Tsuna has to inflict harm on the battlefield, every time Tsuna is exposed to the casual cruelty of the underworld, it damages something inside of him. It scars his soul. He hates it. He does not want to be a mafia boss.)

And then Timoteo's health declines. (These next two paragraphs were heavily inspired by Break These Chains on Me by Luki on AO3.) Tsuna, knowing his time is running out and absolutely desperate, tries to make plans to get tf out. Maybe he signs up for civilian university. Maybe he makes plans to travel. Maybe he tries to create a fake identity to just run. And Tsuna, who has learned to rely on and trust Reborn -- after everything, how could he not -- confides in him about these plans.

And Reborn -- who has never really understood why Tsuna hates the mafia -- thinks this is one last (highly irritating) attempt at a teenage rebellion. It's not entirely unexpected, what with the weight of being Don Vongola looming over Tsuna's shoulders. And so, in a true Disappointed Reborn fashion, he responds with a harsh but effective lesson. He plays along with Tsuna's escape plans for a bit, and then. And then. It's the day Tsuna plans to vanish, and Reborn sits Tsuna down at the table, with Xanxus and Timoteo, and tells Tsuna if he doesn't fall in line Bad Things are gonna happen to his people.

(Reborn does not intend this to be an actual threat. It's supposed to be a slap on the wrist. A sort of, "Yeah, you're a teenager, but you need to start conducting yourself more seriously, knock it off before I actually get mad." Sure, Vongola is threatening to kidnap Tsuna's mom, but the kidnappers are just going to take her out for tea and cake and a spa night, and when Tsuna shows up to rescue her she'll be fine. The real punishment will be the physical path to go get her -- Reborn has an Embarrassing Obstacle Course TM planned.

And so on, for all of Tsuna's precious ones.

Reborn does not consider that Tsuna might actually believe the severity of the threats. After all they've been through, after all they've done for each other, Reborn knows Tsuna would never believe that Reborn could actually hurt Tsuna's people.)

But Tsuna. Well, Tsuna's on a different page. This life is killing him, slowly, and when Reborn tells him that he never intended to help Tsuna escape, it hits Tsuna like a full-on betrayal. And while mere minutes before, Tsuna knew that Reborn would never even dream of harming Tsuna's people, Tsuna no longer can trust this. Tsuna fully and absolutely believes that Reborn's threats are real, and that there will be permanent consequences if he doesn't comply.

It gets worse.

Tsuna thought Reborn actually cared about him. Reborn had, slowly but inevitably, become something like a father to Tsuna. But in that moment, Tsuna realizes that he actually was just a job all along.

And Xanxus. Tsuna also thought Xanxus cared about him. He thought they had come to an understanding. He thought they were starting to become brothers, of a sort -- bonded by battle and trauma and shared responsibilities, by nights complaining to each other over dinner or over the phone. And as Tsuna sits across from them, hearing his people threatened and knowing he is, in fact, going to be forced to Italy, he comes to believe that none of that new brotherhood was real.

And Tsuna realizes he has no choice. He never had a choice. He will end up in Italy, as Don Vongola, no matter how much it is going to kill him inside.

And worse: the people he has come to love clearly do not love him back. If they did, they would not be doing this to him. And sitting at that kitchen table, seeing the disappointment in Reborn and Xanxus' eyes, he knows that he is never going to be enough.

But he knows, he knows, that he isn't going to survive Italy without having them in his life supporting him. Because even if they don't love him, he does, truly, love them.

And he comes to the conclusion that if he remains as he is -- weak, useless Tsuna -- not only will he inevitably lose them, but he just flat out won't survive the life stretching out (long, so long, and so so desolate) before him.

So he uses his flames.

He images the mafia boss that they want him to be (as he perceives it). He thinks about all the characteristics they must want him to have, all the things they expect him to want, and he conjures an image of this better Tsuna in his mind. And then he harmonizes with it, becomes one with this false image of himself.

But it doesn't work, not all the way. There are still bits of him, the original, weak, disappointing Tsuna left. He can feel it, in the dread at the thought of the life before him. In the shocked-hurt he feels at this betrayal. In the agony of knowing that they don't care about him, they never cared about him, they only care about his title.

So he puts those bits of himself in ice.

And suddenly, the years ahead don't seem so bad. Suddenly, the betrayal seems reasonable -- after all, wasn't he acting so silly, so juvenile, trying to escape like that. Suddenly, it doesn't matter that they don't love him back -- of course they don't, why would they love him? -- all that matters is he loves them. As long as he keeps himself in check, and matches their expectations, nothing is wrong.

Tsuna looks at them, sitting across the table, and complies with their demands.

Reborn does, for a moment, think that it happens a bit too easily. There's none of the usual screeching, no dragging of the heels, no protests. Right then, Reborn fully expects it to boil over at some point in the future. (He thinks, maybe, that Tsuna is playing along now, but will have a teenagery-protest again as it gets closer to the time they leave for Italy.)

(It never happens.)

Reborn thinks, merely, that Tsuna has put on the mantle of maturity. It's a little ahead of schedule of what he was expecting, but then again, Tsuna has always exceeded expectations.

Time passes. Timoteo's health declines. He dies. Tsuna goes to Italy, and becomes a mafia boss.

(It's a golden age. Tsuna is just as compassionate and selfless and determined as Reborn always knew he would be. There is a peace, unlike anything the underworld has ever seen, because of his rule.

This peace is a result of the core of Tsuna peeking out. It always would have happened.)

It's five years into Tsuna's reign before people begin to realize that something is really, really wrong with Tsuna.

They do figure it out, eventually. And when they do, when they realize what happened and what caused it, it breaks them, just as much as they broke Tsuna all those years ago.

#khr #au #khr au #angst #flame lore #sawada tsunayoshi #khr reborn #dear god this was supposed to be short plot bunny why are there so many wordsssssssssssss #long post #katekyou hitman reborn

[zenphiaaa]

Keep On Dancing (Kyojuro Rengoku)

Arrange Marriage Modern AU Gen!Reader

You gently placed a tea set onto the table before quietly taking a seat next to your new husband. The tension in the air felt suffcating as you tried to think of something to say. Desite being married to the man for a few months, you knew little to nothing about him.

It was an arranged married by your parents. A way to strengthen both family companies and to ensure the stability of the families forture and status. It was a loveless marriage, but it wasn't a cold one.

Your new husband, Rengoku has shown you nothing but kindness. Being a gentlemen from the very begining. They never slept in different rooms so that there wouldn't be any awkwardness between the two. You were certainly grateful that the Rengoku family line had such kindness within them.

"You seem tense! Is everything okay?" Rengoku finally questioned you, his booming voice startling you.

"Ah," You stuttered out, "It's nothing! Just a bit nervous about meeting everyone again I guess. Family gatherings always makes me anxious." You take a deep breath in as you try and steel your nerves. Once the breath had left your lungs, you finally begun to poor the taller man his tea.

"There's nothing to be worried about! Our families shall get along fine! I'll help smooth things over if something does happen. There is no need to worry my spouse!" Rengoku laughed as he responded, "I won't let anything bad happen during this family dinner. You can trust me to keep the peace."

Your husband's words caused a smile to break out on your face. "Thank you Rengoku. I guess I'm just all jittery because it's been awhile since I've seen them." It was ture. After the sudden marriage there wasn't a honeymoon, but a lot of work to do. In order to make sure that the merge between the two compaines would be smooth, after they signed the marriage certificate the duo had gotten right to work.

It was only now that the two had some winding down time.

"True." Rengoku smiled gently at his spouse, "Life has been hectic lately, hasn't yet? But we have each other now, we'll be okay." He hummed as he closed his eyes. The tea cup he was holding was warming his palm, giving him a pleasant feeling.

You couldn't help but blush at the words that were coming from the other. It was a strange feeling, that your husband was such a flirt. Don't get the man wrong though, he wasn't going out and flirting with random people. Despite everything, your husband has somehow fallen in love you.

You couldn't fathom on how or when he manged to fall in love with you. But he certainly manged to do it.

"Yes." You reply staring at your hands in your lap. "Thank you for staying by my side."

"Of course love." Was his response. You hoped it wouldn't take you long to catch up with his feelings. You couldn't wait to fall in love with your new husband.

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[sketch-shepherd-art]

Alright so I’ve finally finished all of Make Your Mark on Netflix (I have no interest in Tell Your Tale) and, well… I certainly have thoughts. Unfortunately I felt MLP G5 (even including A New Generation) was pretty weak. I don't HATE G5 of course, but it certainly has problems. Not counting the ton of continuity errors and plot holes and retcons from G4, most of the episodes + specials on their own I found flat and boring.

And yes I KNOW that G5 deserves to be its own thing and shouldn’t rely 100% on G4’s popularity but come on… a sequel series still needs SOME connection to its predecessor, and G5 has so little of it?? And the worst part is that the super sparse FIM references were for legal reasons, which makes me even wonder why bother setting it in the same universe as G4 instead of just making a complete reboot. And yes I’ve heard that the G5 comics actually go deeper into the lore, but important worldbuilding details should be included in the show proper, not in supplemental materials. 

So yeah, that only inspired me to make even more changes for my MLP next gen AU. Starting with a bunch of different ideas I have for Opaline. More details about my revamped design and backstory for her under the cut

First off, her canon design is way too gaudy and takes away a lot of her intended scare factor, so I redesigned her with multiple variants. For all versions I removed her blue eyeshadow and the braids around her ears (too ridiculous-looking and difficult for me to draw), and made her hair a bit more asymmetrical. 

As for my version of her backstory, rather than Opaline being over a thousand years old and having known Celestia and Luna when they were fillies, I made Opaline a former student of Twilight who became her successor as the next Alicorn Princess. Only Opaline didn't do a great job as a ruler which caused Twilight to drain her of her magic and banish her to the outskirts of Equestria.

But after Twilight died of old age (don't ask me why Twilight didn't find a new successor, still working that out) the magic shield locking Opaline outside Equestria faded and allowed her back in. So she was the one who caused disharmony between ponies all over again (yeah kind of a repeat of the Nightmare Moon situation but), and additionally kidnapped Misty as a filly to use her as a spy and do tasks to help Opaline get her powers back, including her wanting to steal dragon fire to become a fire Alicorn like in canon.

Made this change for two reasons 1) the whole “ancient villain who knew Celestia and Luna back in the day escaped now and is planning to wreak havoc on modern Equestria” has been done a hundred times already in FIM, let a new villain form literally during Twilight’s reign 2) it would keep the rejection aspect of Opaline's canon backstory but give her more personal beef with Twilight which is why Opaline targets her

so my AU wouldn't just have all ponies restore unity and then have Opaline just come as a threat right after like A New Generation + Make Your Mark did. Achieving harmony between pony AND non-pony kind would be done over the course of a series and not just one movie, with Equestria being restored + Misty being freed after Opaline's defeat. The Unity Crystals still play a role in my AU, with Twilight having created them as a new alternative to the Elements of Harmony rather than just a macguffin to stop Opaline specifically.

Also if it were up to me I like my #3 redesign the best, the blue hues would probably fit the best for a fire-based villain (fire being blue when it's hottest and all) but that depends on if/when I wanna draw my AU Opaline in the future

#my art #mlp sketchverse #mlp g5 #opaline arcana #mlp opaline #mlp make your mark #my little pony make your mark #redesign #mlp redesign #mlp au #my little pony g5

[glitchadeli]

I love having a crisis over this :))))

I'm having a crisis and I need to ramble (sorry it's a bit lengthy). In my main AU GumRob has 6 kids and that's.. a lot. But my brain keeps wanting me to add more!!! I don't know why????? (mainly only 1 more, which would mean there's 7 total.) Currently there's Caspian (who biologically is a Penball kid but Rob is there by the time Cas is 4/5 and sees Cas as his own. Cas also sees Rob as his other parent more than Penny so, he counts.) then of course Zipper, Cosette, Elliot and the twins; Roe and Rem. In the show it's been shown a few times that whenever Gum imagines his future and there's a lot of kids, he looks MISERABLE (granted it was only shown like.. twice and one of those times we don't speak about. *coughcoughseason1coughcough* but.. here's the thing. In those imaginary scenarios.. Gum is imagining it with someone he DOESN'T wanna raise kids with. Someone he'd be miserable with. I know he once imagined having a kid with Penny and it was only one but if you look at the context, it was the 'birth of his child cringe' scene so I doubt he was gonna imagine like, her having twins or anything. (And plus, it's his imagination, doesn't mean it's automatically canon.) But as I was saying; Gum is imagining scenarios with someone he doesn't wanna be with - in my AU Rob is someone he absolutely wants to be with and they're very in love. My friend Echo had said to me that, maybe if Gum sat and thought about having kids with someone he actually wanted to be with, maybe he wouldn't mind a few!! As for Rob; I used to assume Rob was a 1 to 2 kid kind of guy, but then Echo brought up something that was so sweet. In my AU; Rob has no family. No parents, no siblings, no distant relatives, nothing. He's never known what a family was like. (I play into the show being a show and that because we've never seen like, concept art for Rob's family; he just straight up doesn't have one.) So when he ends up with Gumball and being accepted into his family, it'd make sense he'd want a big family, ya know? He'd have a family to call his own. Sure 6 (and now me struggling with the idea of 7) is a LOT but I feel like.. Gum and Rob wouldn't... mind it..? Because they're both with the person they WANT to be with. Plus there's Darwin, Anais and Gum's parents to help out too as the kids grow. It's not like they're completely alone. Idk, 6 kids was like.. where I wanted to cap it but my brain won't let the idea of a 7th go.. I'm not sure what to do. Any advice...? Suggestions maybe? I've had people tell me "oh just make different AU's that aren't your main" and.. the thing is, I have. I have an AU where Gum and Rob have a lot of kids but.. the way my brain works, I tend to put all my focus into 1 main AU, which is this one. So when I get ideas like this and I want to add them to my main AU, I struggle because I .. idk. I guess I tend to be a bit of a perfectionist. I know my AU isn't perfect nor will it ever be, but I worry that I'll do things like this to make people dislike it even more..? Like, 6 kids is already a lot, so I feel like a 7th is gonna make people be like "seriously????"... idk. I also don't wanna seem like one of those people.. you know the ones who just make next gens to make them, and gives them a TON. I don't wanna be seen like that because that's not the purpose of this. All my next gens have purpose 'n stuff, it's not just 'cause "Oh I'll just make them have lots of kids!!" ya know? Idk how to explain it very well I guess I'm asking for thoughts / opinions 'n stuff. Idk I'm rambling sdfghjkl ;;''' please be nice (this makes me so anxious idk why)

#tawog #the amazing world of gumball #glitch's next gen tawog #gumrob #help #I genuinely don't know what to do at this point #7 sounds like a lot I know but like again #I feel like rob wouldn't mind a big family since he doesn't have one #and that gum would love having kids if he's with the right person which in this case he is #idk I need others opinions but i'm also anxious

[leucoratia]

Leucoratia's ultimate JJBA fic recs

A/N: Here are all the jojo fics I ever reblogged as well as my AO3 favourites, they have passed peer review and I reccomend them all with my eyes closed! This masterlist will be updated as I read (so don't forget to check the original post on my blog, new fics might appear!)

My favourites ever will be highlighted in pink! Happy reading!

Gen :

-"Bruno Bucciarati's Guide to Motherhood" - Buccigang : "Some little stories about Mafia Mom and his six kids, featuring such classics as: “How many times can the kids say ‘Mom!’ in an hour,” “Maybe if I hide in the bathroom I can have five minutes of alone time,” and “No Stands at the dinner table!”

-"Rain in the Flower Garden" - Buccigang : After defeating Diavolo, Giorno discovers a new power and starts to put things back together. A story in which Giorno brings people back (angst)

-"Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want" - Dio : "What would it take for Dio to fight on the side of the Joestar family? For Diavolo to serve society in a beneficial way? For Jotaro to actually be there for his daughter? An AU with a dark beginning and a wholesome ending." (Mudad, mind warnings)

-"Remember me as the sky" - Ceasar Zeppeli : "We'll do everything that'll make Lisa Lisa mad at us" Ceasar lives, at a cost.

Character x Character :

-"Catch of the Day" - Pirate!Avdol x Merman!Polnareff

-"Unbroken" - Esikars : "When an argument broke between Kars and Esidisi, a severe injury drives the Flame King away with the redhead infant. Through pain and betrayal, Esidisi struggles to come in terms of his role in Kars' life. And try to find something within him, which is unbroken."

-"When the Ancient Being Prayed" - Esikars (NSFW) : "After drifting into space aimlessly, Kars was reborn as a human being. As he readjusts himself to the present times, would he forget the past and moved on? But it's really hard with the hot historian who resembled his old lover."

Bruabba :

-"It Starts Like This" : bruno deals with epilepsy which has been caused by being undead (everyone lives AU, angst)

-"Gold room": An abridged history of Bruno Buccellati and Leone Abbacchio, told in ten parts. (Fix-it AU, relationship study)

-"Arm Candy": Leone Abbacchio is at rock bottom, so he might as well catch whatever he can reach to pull himself back up. When a stranger from the mafia offers Leone a job as his bodyguard Leone accepts it, but he has no idea Bruno Bucciarati is much more than a regular gangster, and that the job would turn out to be much stranger than Leone expected. (AU, T4T, mind warnings)

Caejose :

-"Whenever you reach for me I'll do all that I can" : "They say stand users attract other stand users, do you think it's true in other ways too?" Bruno and Leone get together and help eachother figure themselves out. (T4T, transitioning)

-"He wears a pair of silver wings" : What if there never were any vampires, pillarmen and red stone of Aja? What if Joseph and Ceasar were just two men on opposite sides in WW2, stranded together in the middle of the Alps?

-"The Ghost of Ceasar Zeppeli" "Caesar was content to guard over Joseph's family in the afterlife, he had no idea what that would entail"

-"A field of words I wish I would have said" : Jotaro comes to Joseph for advice, making him reminisce his time with Ceasar (angst, canon character death)

Jonadio :

-"The Convergence of Two Stars" (Les Misérables AU) : "Following a fight with this father, young Jonathan Joestar moves from his estate to the Gorbeau tenement, intent on making his own way in the world. Unbeknownst to him, his next door neighbour is someone whose fate is tied to his own through a shared past. Their meeting may be the catalyst to change the course of both their lives."

-"Rosa Sangue" : hanahaki, but the loved one is dead and the sufferer immortal

-"A little derring-do" : "Come now. Would you rather I go out and jump on some unlucky fellow in the streets? All because Jonathan Joestar couldn't give up some of his precious blood. So selfish, Jojo."

"I would rather you hadn't put on that mask at all," Jonathan chided. And yet, he raised a hand to trace one careful thumb over the sharp, sharp tip of Dio's fangs. He almost wanted to press just a little bit harder, enough to see the skin split open and spill red. (Blood drinking, midly dubious consent, frottage)

Jotakak:

-"Twisted Love" - Jotakak: "Noriaki Kakyoin has been in love with his best friend for years. The only problem? Nothing has changed, and it seems like the best course of action would be to just forget about it and move on. The catch? He has to pretend to be his boyfriend for a game show." (fake dating, undercover as a couple, slow burn, fluff and angst... best Jotakak fic I've ever read)

-"In water" - Jotakak (mind warnings) : "Broken, battered, barely clinging to life, Kakyoin wakes up in the ICU after Egypt with one thought on his mind: he has to survive, because important people are waiting for him"

-"Watching for the Tide" - Jotakak (transfem Joot &lt;3) : "Before stands, before Dio, it had been easy for Jotaro Kujo to hide that she was a girl, but with her soul displayed as Star Platinum—huge, powerful, and definitely a woman—it was becoming harder to ignore."

Diavolo :

-"Moonchild" - Diavolo & Doppio: where Doppio deals with an "intruder" in his appartment, whose only misgiving is drawing children's drawings everywhere and messing up (character study, Diavolo's wounded inner child. All of this author's jojo fics are really great)

-"He'll find him waiting like a lonesome king" - Diadop (NSFW) : Diavolo finds a way to meet doppio face to face, but only temporarily

-"Double" - Diadop (beware warnings) : "In the beginning, they were only Them. From the moment of their birth, they were Two, and they had no name for Themselves, and they needed none. They watched from behind their eyes, and they smiled and laughed at each other’s passing thoughts, and they cried from the same hunger and reached for the same bottle. Their selves were driven only by simple thoughts; instinct, need, care- and so there was no disagreement; to be two was as natural as to breathe, to drink, to cry."

-"The Healing Power of Nothing" - Diavolo & Trish : "While Diavolo was trapped in the death loop, Trish learns about her father's fate and convinces Don Giovanna to release him from his torment. Upon release, Diavolo is left a paranoid wreck, keeping himself sheltered from the outside in fear of dying again. Dying multiple times enabled him to reflect on his past actions, wishing to start over but is aware he is worthy of forgiveness. Trish on the other hand, wants a father in her life again is willing to give him that second chance."

-"Vae Victis" - Diavolo/Giorno (NSFW, mind warnings) : "At the 15 year anniversary of Giorno's ascent to Don of Passione, Bruno convinces Giorno to pull Diavolo from the death loop."

Giorno Giovanna:

-"Baby mine" -Giorno & Buccigang : Giorno is hit by an enemy stand which causes him to regress to his newborn state. He must grow older again while his friends turn into family. (angst, found family, past child abuse)

-"The child of god" - Mudad : A universe in which Dio comes for his son

-"My devil / my darling" - Mudad : Dio is dead. But that doesn't mean that it will stop him from visiting his son in his dreams...or rather nightmares. Dio takes it upon himself to be Giorno's sleep paralysis demon.

-"Ripped Out" - Giorno & Buccigang : "Abbacchio gets sent on a simple mission with his least favorite Passione member. Even after defeating the boss, his irritation towards Giorno hasn’t completely faded. But what if the “perfect” teen gets hurt?" (warning: OW)

-"Still Learning" - Giorno & Buccigang: "They winked. And then, suddenly, there was a child standing right before them in his pyjamas, looking for all the world as though he had been pulled out of bed"

-"Blood Runs Thicker" - Mudad : "Should they prove themselves worthy of their birthright, he would ensure his sons their rightful place as a part of his eternal legacy. He hoped, for their individual sakes, they would do so."

-"Sunlight" - Mudad: "It was the first few rays of morning that woke Dio, along with Giorno’s squirming. Dio wasn’t exactly a morning person--he preferred staying up into the late hours of the night if he chose to extend his day, not waking up early. Unfortunately for him, his son was, often waking up right before or after sunbreak. Whatever internal clock his little body ran on, it was determined to have Dio up every morning before 7am, which in his very professional and official legal opinion, should be a crime."

-"You are someone I have loved but never known" - Mudad : Dio's spirit visits his son. A story of fatherhood, trauma, and catharsis, told through years of dreams of Giorno Giovanna.

-"Son of the Tiger" - Mudad : Dropping by Dio's awful mansion to deliver a report, Hol Horse meets someone unexpected.

-"Belgian chocolate" - Mudad : Dio and Giorno are at home, chillin' like villains. An old friend (and a new one!) drops by. (No warnings, same timeline as Son of The tiger)

X Reader :

-"Rekindled Meetings" -Mer!Jotaro x Reader : y/n reunites with their estranged mermaid best friend after a storm

-helpimhyperfixating's jotaro x reader masterlist

-"JJBa & You : fall dates edition" - Bruno, Abbaccchio, Gyro, Jotaro, Josuke, Diadop, Diego, Giorno, Kakyoin, Poly! Caesar & Joseph

-"Foolish Games" - Bucciarati x reader : “Excuse me, think I’ve mistaken you for somebody else, Somebody who gave a damn.“ (warnings: death, part 5 spoilers, soft nsfw)

-"A glimpse of Us" - Bucciarati x reader : Dating and sex work requires communication, something you and Bucciarati learn the hard way. (NSFW)

-"Cassandra Gemini : Multiple Spouse Wounds" - Dio x reader : in which you are a prostitue who has known Dio for many years. This is the story of your first and your last meetings (NSFW)

-"Several nightcaps later" - Abbacchio x reader (NSFW): "Abbacchio's unresolved issues and drinking habit have taken a severe toll on his sex life. After learning about jerk-off-instruction, he comes to you with his problem. You're more than happy to help."

-"The Altar" - Diavolo x reader (NSFW, demon!diavolo, non-con elements): "You find the source of a strange blight in your pumpkin patch. However, nothing could prepare you for what you encounter there."

-"The Domestic Diavolo Chronciles" - Diavolo x reader (domestic fluff)

-"Bratty's Kink compendium" - jojo x reader : NSFW oneshort request compliation. Basically kink heaven (mind warnings)

#x reader #bruabba #caejose #esikars #jotakak #mudad #diavolo jojo #fic recs #masterpost #giorno giovanna #jonadio

[ruewrites]

Understanding Us

AO3

Ship: Solomon/Asmo

Word Count: 2952

Warnings: Mildly referenced implied homophobia/misogyny. The undertones are very light but it is there.

A/N:

Another installment of the Next Gen! AU that I made with @leviathanswingman. Solomon and Asmo integrating into the human world is definitely something that is worth exploring in this AU because it does come with a few challenges, especially in terms of socializing. They find their niche eventually, but there will always be challenges.

(Solomon is touch starved and no one can change my mind about this.)

I hope you enjoy!

Solomon forced a smile, swirling his cup in his hands as he watched his partner from across the backyard. He fit in well here, much better than Solomon did. Of course they both had their moments of bouts of odd behavior, and yet Asmo slipped into the neighborhood as a socialite with near flawlessness and perfection. He laughed like windchimes as he sipped his cocktail, gossiping and chittering away with a few of their neighbor's on the host's deck next to the grill. He looked stunning too, as he always did. The spring air appeared so much sweeter as it carried Asmo's essence.

What made it sweeter still was their child on his lap. Asmodeus was the perfect image of a parental socialite. Solomon had already heard him fantasizing about joining a future PTA meeting after speaking to a few of their neighbors who had older children. An entire bake sale had practically already been organized in the entirety of his mind for when Lilith started attending classes, and of course Asmodeus would be chaperoning field trips! Perhaps he could still make a post or two as well, after all, Asmodeus was still an influencer.

Tilting the cup in his hand again, he wondered if there was another cocktail floating out there for him somewhere. Perhaps one with blueberries or pomegranate.

“Solomon! That's not going to do you any good stayin still in your cup.” 

A man clapped him on his back. Solomon had heard his name once or twice, his wife had brought over cookies when he and Asmo moved in. It had been a rough introduction, Asmo had still been a bit bristly around strangers so Solomon had done most of the talking. It went about as well as it could have with an unhappy demon in the background. Despite that, this man still seemed to hone in on Solomon at every social event.  No matter how hard he tried to hide himself, he always seemed to find him and drag him out to groups which discussed subjects that Solomon cared little for. Still, Solomon forced a smile and stood a little straighter, “I'm more of a whisky man if I'm honest. I like my liquor a bit… smoother.”

“You get used to it, it's an acquired taste.”

Solomon would beg to differ.

“You're partner up there, he get you whisky? It's always nice to have your own little treats.”

Solomon had seen Asmo put back stronger drinks than whisky on a Saturday night. Solomon liked whisky, the best way to taste it was the remnants from Asmo's lips.

“We drink together, although he does know how to pick out rather divine blends,” Solomon continued  to stare straight ahead, not offering the man a glance, “Sometimes we drink together later in the night after we put Lilith down.”

The man elbowed him, making the drink in his hands slosh onto his skin.  It felt as disgusting and horrendous as it tasted. 

There was a way this man talked about Asmodeus, a few of them talked about Asmodeus in a similar fashion.  Solomon hated it. They projected their own ideas onto their relationship in a fashion that often made Solomon uncomfortable, and they liked to pry. Asmodeus confused them all, whether it be his mixture of pronouns or presentation of gender or how he fit in with Solomon and Lilith. They were much more concerned about Asmodeus’ role that Solomon thought they ought to be. Asmodeus was Asmodeus, and that should be enough.

“He get cuddly with you drunk? Scooch in real close?” it was a joke, but not one Solomon enjoyed in the slightest. It was shallow, superficial, and the implications left bile in his mouth,  “Bet he's the type to get scared during horror movies too. You ever watch those and drink your whiskey?”

The man next to him was laughing as the plastic crickled beneath Solomon's finger tips.

***

“More, please.”

It was far from erotic, and Solomon craved it all the same. Asmo's caress did something to him, lit a fire deep within his cold soul. If it was taken from him, he wasn't sure how he would ever survive. Asmo's hand caressed the side of his face and moved upward to ruffle his hair.

“My Darling is so needy tonight,” the arm around his waist tightened, pulling him closer, and Solomon reveled in it. He knew his face was flushed, his body contorted to distort himself into some smaller form perfect to fit in Asmodeus' grasp. His legs tangled, arms struggling with whether to stay pressed close to his chest or to wrap around and capture the source of undying affection and attention before him. 

“But that is okay,” Asmo cooed in his ear, “Because I am here for whatever he needs, whenever he wants it.”

It was like this frequently in the beginning once they started more openly expressing wants and desires. Solomon would fluctuate between a kind of aloofness and the cold void inside him that demanded to be filled. Before all of this it was easy to ignore. After all, how could you miss an experience that was forgotten to you? But once he had the tiniest taste, the switch inside of him was flipped. Nowadays the void was quiet more often than not but every now and again that craving for intimacy and affection overtook him to a point that was almost painful. Twisting his head to the side, Solomon looked up at Asmo through his lashes.

“I love you.”

The words fell short in so many ways, if only there was something more he could say, some word that fit better. One day he would find one, but for now, this would do.

Asmo's fingers continued to card through his hair, his eyes soft. His lips pressed against Solomon's forehead, “I love you too. How do you feel?” 

Solomon shifted, adjusting his position and making himself feel more comfortable in Asmo's arms. The ache in his chest had lessened to a dull thud as Asmo's warmth took its place. 

“Better,” Solomon said, “Luckily I have you and your love for this poor heart of mine.”

“Careful Handsome, you might have another baby if you're not careful with your words.”

Solomon laughed, “You say that like it isn't something I would like.” Asmo had passed on so much to their child. She looked so much like him and Solomon didn't doubt that what else he had passed on to her would be revealed with age. Solomon had passed on his talent with magic, that he knew, but he swore that she would never know what the void within him felt like. He would shower her in all the love and affection he could muster and assure that her days were filled with brightness and laughter.

“I know you would,” Asmo purred. God, Solomon loved that purr. The only thing better than the purrs were the chirps and chitters he made. It was all music to Solomon's ears. “You're such a good Daddy, there isn't a better man I could have accidentally had a child with.”

He punctuated each word by walking his fingers up Solomon's shoulder and tapping his nose.

All Solomon could do was smile. He kissed Asmo once. Then again. And again. He lost himself in his partner's laughter as they continued their exchange of soft kisses, completely and utterly enveloped in each other.

It was the best whiskey Solomon could ever chase, and he would gladly get drunk on it any time of day.

***

“I love what they do with the gore,” Asmo moved closer against his shoulder and it made his heart lurch, “It's so… artistic. Like a pretty little metaphor.”

“It does look like a flower if you pause it right.”

“Yes! See you get it! It's about blooming into her true potential and truths being revealed! Also I just think it was done in a very pretty fashion.” With the way Asmo squealed and kicked his feet, one might think they were watching a very different genre of film, certainly not a psychological thriller. But Solomon loved how excited Asmodeus became. It was lovely being able to discuss in depth literary analyses with his partner.

“What about you Solomon? What do you think?”

“What do I think?”

“That is what I asked.”

Solomon glanced back at the screen, intertwining his fingers with Asmo's as he thought. “I think it's about an acknowledgement of all parts of yourself, the good and the bad of human nature, that sometimes the more horrendous things can be masked with beauty and that escaping it in itself can be brutally terrifying, but there is beauty in escaping and gaining your freedom.”

Asmo used the tips of his fingers to turn Solomon's face towards him, his feather light touch on his skin sending shivers up Solomon's spine. “Beautifully put.”

Her finger tips traveled down Solomon's neck, tracing along his carotid artery, “Most people forget about the horrors often faced in order to reach that pretty little ending. When perfection is mistaken for beauty, some tend to turn volatile in their blindness.”

“You would know that.”

“So would you.”

“It's not easy to forget.”

“Would we want to?”

A few minutes of silence lingered between them, Asmodeus’ fingers dancing over his heart before gripping the fabric of his shirt and pulling him in.

“I wanted to go back to the Celestial Realm more than anything,” Asmodeus whispered, “I'd almost forgotten why I left.”

His fingers ran throughSolomon's hair and down his back, lulling him into a security. He let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around his lover. Asmo's scent filled his lungs as he inhaled, and a sense of completeness watched over him. 

Asmo's eyes were once again fixed on the television, his grip on Solomon tightening.

“I'm glad she got her freedom.”

***

Solomon hummed, his eyelids lowering. 

“Well? Do you?” 

Another jab came at him from the side. It was taking all Solomon had not to let his agitation show. For the first time since their interaction began Solomon turned to him, a wide smile spread across his face. 

“You don't know anything about my partner nor myself, and I think I like having our little mysteries,” If he were a worse man, he'd curse him now, “It keeps a certain spice to life, wouldn't you agree?”

Solomon didn't allow him to say another word. He dumped the vile liquid on the ground, stepping out of the way of playing children, and made his way up the deck steps. That man could speculate as much as he wanted, as could the rest of them, but unless they treated Asmo with dignity and respect when they thought he was out of earshot they wouldn't get a word out of him.

Asmo hadn't seen him approaching, in fact, he was still enraptured in conversation when Solomon approached him. A soft noise of surprise left him, a chirp. Solomon kissed where his jaw met his neck and then allowed himself to settle. 

“Oh hello Darling! Coming by to say hi?”  Asmo asked, leaning into Solomon. His warmth radiated to Solomon’s core and his hair smelled dizzyingly of the sweetest roses. 

“How could I ever stay away?” 

He took one of Asmo’s hands and placed kisses from his wrist to the tips of his fingers. A soft flurry of noises rose up and fell just as quickly as they appeared.

“What did I tell you?” Asmo chirped, looking around the table, “He’s a perfect model of a gentleman.”

“He is,” a woman crooned, “All you’re missin is a ring honey.”

“You’re gonna get me a pretty ring right Sol?” Asmo asked, batting his lashes. His voice was overperforming. Words dragged out in an exaggeratingly sweet manner as he cozied up to him. If only they knew how Lilith had come into the world.

“The prettiest, if I can have a sip of your cocktail.”

WIthout a word, Asmo lifted the pretty drink to his lips. Solomon could have groaned. Finally, something that didn’t taste like piss. Why take the enjoyment out of life by taking the pleasure of consumption away? Why ingest something horrible when perfection was a few yards away? Asmo set the glass back down onto the table and relaxed once again into their previous position. 

“Thank you my Darling.”

Asmo hummed in response, content to let Solomon recharge his dwindling social battery. This was a game they often played at gatherings. For some reason or another, the same group of men would find themselves flocking towards Solomon, trying to get him to engage in one draining activity or another. Eventually Solomon would escape towards Asmodeus and allow himself to relax. He was more interested in the conversations Asmodeus was a part of anyways. If there was one thing his demon excelled at (well… one of many) it was honing in on interesting gossip or picking up key information that others let slip past their lips.

His fingers toyed with Lilith’s hair, it was soft and wavy, and Asmo had placed a little pink bow in it. Asmodeus loved toying with their daughter's hair. He absolutely delighted in it, seeing all of the different stylings that could be accomplished. She always looked so cute too, Asmodeus made sure she was the pinnacle of cuteness. 

“How about I take her for a while?”

“I’ve got her.”

“I can take her inside and reapply her sunscreen, it’s getting hot,” Solomon continued, “Besides I want to make myself a drink.”

It didn’t take anymore convincing for Solomon to have their daughter in his arms as he walked into the house, a deep sigh left his lips. “Oh Lilith, what am I to do?”

Lilith babbled in response, blowing bubbles out of her mouth and grabbing for Solomon’s hair. “Ah, wise words from a wise young lady,” he shifted her weight to his hip as he looked at the counter full of mixing ingredients, “Now, let's make a good drink.” 

Fortunately he spent the rest of the time in the kitchen talking to Lilith about everything and nothing. She was delightful company, always was. They could have a much better social event than whatever was happening outside, and when temperatures would eventually continue to rise they wouldn't be the ones melting. In every possible way, this was a much more favorable outcome in his books. Fortunately for him, no one else came in for however long he had decided to wander around. That was, until familiar heels clicked on the linoleum. Solomon had started making his second drink, explaining the elegancies of a wyvern’s bone structure to an enthused Lilith, when Asmo entered the room. 

“You ready to head home?” he asked, hip cocked against the doorway.

“Are you done socializing?”

“They all started fixating on how I have a year old baby and no ring, so yeah I think I’m done,” Asmo said, “It’s a shame, they can’t seem to understand why I trust you to not leave me.”

Solomon snorted as he lifted the newly mixed drink to his lips. Asmo seemed to be matching his annoyance. It was concealed just enough, if Solomon hadn’t known Asmo for as long as he had or as intimately as he did, he might have missed it, “It seems to be challenging for some of them to understand us doesn’t it?”

“You mean your new friends don’t understand you?” Asmo teased.

Solomon choked, “God, I don’t know why they flock to me.”

“You’re an intriguing man Darling,” Asmo tilted his chin and pecked his lips, “And the cost is exhausting.” 

It wasn't just that. They both knew it.  They knew it was Asmo's perceived femininity. The fact that he enjoyed it when Solomon referred to him as “his girl” or “his princess” and that sometimes she preferred she. The fact that his makeup and nails were constantly well maintained. That Asmodeus enjoyed skirts and heels just as much as slacks and flats. It was easier to digest Solomon for them because in their eyes he fit their definition of masculinity more closely even when his nails were occasionally done. It didn't matter what Solomon felt about his own identity, what mattered to them was how they viewed him, and the way they viewed both of them was in strict little boxes. 

Asmodeus was masculine and feminine and everything in between and every point in the spectrum. They would never know how safe and comfortable Solomon felt in his arms, or how his lower registers would send shudders up his spine just as his higher ones would inspire a similar yearning desire. No matter what form or what presentation, Asmodeus was Asmodeus his love and his muse.

He who inspired him and filled up the aching void in his chest.

She who held him until the loneliness once again drifted away into nothing. 

They were his comfort, his everything, his dearest love.

“So, what do you say? Let’s go home, put Lilith down for a nap and we can cuddle up and watch a movie on the couch? We can even make a lil charcuterie board.”

“You know exactly how to entice me, Dear One.”

“And that’s why I’m yours.”

His. 

The word made his heart lurch and ache in the best of ways. How it made him yearn for his partner in the deepest recesses of his very soul.

Oh Solomon could not wait to be home and have those pretty fingers tracing shapes on his skin and his voice whispering such sweet things in his ear. The comfort and familiarity of his lover’s embrace was worth more to him than anything else this would had to offer. 

#obey me #solodeus #solomon x asmodeus #asmosolo #soloasmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me solomon #ruewrites #next gen!au #original demon character #original child characters

[ya-zz]

If you're not too busy 💕 can I request some forbidden love au with ramattra? reader is an omnic that lived with the humans (treated like family by them) and is absolutely afraid of ramattra when they first encounter him, even going as begging for their life? would be fun to see ramattra feel that he also makes omnics afraid of him, even if he's fighting for their rights.

Gah, such a sweet one! Gave it a lil wholesome ending too! ♥

Ramattra x Omnic Reader (gen)

Word count: 1544

Word on the street claimed that there was an old visitor returning to the Monastery, one who originally sought peace who then brought chaos to the cities and villages around the world. Humans feared him, and rightly so as he didn’t stop his attacks, no matter the casualties from both ends. Why he was coming back was unknown - some speculated that he realised his mistakes and wanted to fix it, others thought he was going to use the Shambali to whatever advantage he could think of, while a small number of villagers believed he just wanted to come home. 

Having been away for years, Ramattra knew that his presence was going to be anything but kind, but after multiple failed attacks, he only wanted to go back to a place where he originally sought peace, wanting to clear his mind from endless errors. It was a final attempt before he would end his battle. If he manages to clear his systems, then he would go back to fighting, wanting nothing more than to see the human race end and omnics rise. Afterall, that was what he was programmed to do. 

He had a strong hatred coursing through his wires as he stumbled onwards, staff being used as a crutch while he entered the village. Many humans and omnics alike stepped back, watching on as the ravager walk ahead, seeking the one place he called home many years ago. It was slightly unnerving to him, all these eyes and optics watching his move, but he dismissed their gaze, head held somewhat high as he walked the steps into the Monastery.

Upon entering, some old familiar faces greeted him, others thanked him for his attempts at bringing peace while the rest carried on about their day and not paying him any interaction whatsoever. He shrugged at the thought, making his way back to a familiar room. His room. A place he stayed in for years, silent meditations on his own, old and scrapped blueprints littering the desk. His room had been untouched and he was grateful for that. He made a promise that he would return, however when he would was a different story, until today. 

Ramattra stayed within his own quarters for the remainder of the day as he worked on repairing himself. First it was the stiff wrists, joints grinding whenever he moved them, now finally oiled up and back to how they originally were. With his wrists now moving smoothly, it was his arms next. Scratches were ever present, scars from his battles, but he working within his chassis, fixing the frayed wires and tubing so that he was able to function. 

He worked for most of the night and early morning before he started to reset his systems, wanting to clear any and all error files from appearing again. His senses were the first to shut off, optics slowly going dark and all information glitching before disappearing. Eventually, he entered a form of rest mode whilst his systems updated, the lights on his forehead slowly glowing orange. 

He was at peace for awhile. 

When everything came back online a few hours later, his apertures adjusting against the light, he spots a smaller shadow move beside him. He pays it no mind at first until he fully comes online, orange lights now red. 

His neck twists, looking over at the figure beside him who was placing a small bottle down, the liquid inside black and quite viscous. His visitor was that of another omnic, although the appearance was nothing like he had seen before. He looks down at the bottle, oil, the larger omnic thought. He feels his vocaliser click before he speaks. 

“Thank you.” 

The sudden callout catches this smaller omnic off guard as they stand up straight and quickly nod before quickly leaving the room. 

Peculiar… Ramattra shakes it off, looking off in the direction the other omnic ran. He releases a sigh as he plans the rest of his day. 

-

Your robotic heart was racing. The fear was ever climbing inside of you as you hid away in your own room, wanting to calm down. You had seen him when he first arrived, but he didn’t notice you and you were glad for that fact. He was terrifying. You had heard the stories about him, the way he was fighting for your kind, for omnics, but you didn’t want to be anywhere near him in fear he would tear you apart.

It was conflicting. You were an omnic, much like him, but you felt more human. Being around them for most of your life so far, you had only ever been treated with kindness. In fact, you had never seen a human act so evil around you. Of course, there were always the news stories that stung, but the ones you were around were ever so kind. It made you wonder why the ravager was killing them when not all of them were evil. 

You stayed in your room for a moment longer, internally planning your day, hoping to whatever god was out there that you didn’t bump into him. 

-

He noticed you avoiding him when he went about his schedule. An omnic afraid of another omnic. A part of him wanted to challenge you, to ask why you hated him, but he refrained from doing so. He knew he wouldn’t be staying long anyway and this entire thing would be over the moment he left. 

Ramattra would watch on, noticing how well you interacted with the humans who’d pass by the Monastery. He could hear your vocaliser rising in pitch as you’d laugh, the way their gestures made your circuits warm, and Ramattra could only scoff at the notion of an omnic and human being friends. Yet, something inside of him yearned to be around you…

The more you looked at him though, your own optics scanning him, the fear would only continue to grow. He is planning something, you thought, processors going through any and all scenarios of what could happen in the coming days. 

You were too deep into your own thoughts that you didn’t watch where you were walking, colliding into something and falling back against the floor. A few errors popped up in your vision, but you dismissed them, looking up and instantly freezing. 

Ramattra looked down at you, optics scanning over your body for any injuries. He cocks his head to the side slightly, moving his arm to offer you a hand up, but when you flinch, hiding your petrified gaze from him, he tenses. 

“P-please… don’t hurt me…” Your vocals were quiet, systems working to try and calm you down. 

“Hurt you?” The larger omnic questioned. 

When met with silence, Ramattra knelt down, looking over you. “I do not want to harm you.” 

You shuffle back a little, metal scratching against the stone floor as you keep your head turned away from him. 

It takes a moment for Ramattra to come to his senses and he sighs. “Are you… Frightened of me?” 

You could hear the curiosity in his voice, a slight pained tone mixed within. You nod, not being able to speak as you feel your vocaliser reset a few times, only a static noise escaping each time. 

Ramattra seems taken aback. It was surely a first for him, an omnic afraid of another omnic… He seemed a little curious as to why you felt this way, but then he remembered the way you were acting with the humans and it suddenly made sense. He couldn’t help himself when he chuckles, slowly standing back up. He raises his hand again, a little more slowly than the last time. 

“I do not wish to harm you.” He repeats. 

Looking up at him, sensors scanning for any form of hostility, you release a shaky sigh, a puff of steam escaping from your back. You hesitate before taking his hand. 

Ramattra pulls you up, grip firm in your hand before he lets go. 

“I… I am sorry.” You mutter, looking off to the side. 

“Mistakes happen. How about we clear the air?” He offers, optics looking at you, unfocussing before focusing back onto you. “Ramattra.” He offers his hand once more. 

You look back at him and then down at his hand. “[y/n].” You shake his hand, the servos connecting with a pleasant hum. Ramattra felt this, a gentle like feeling flowing through him as your hand warms his up.

“Perhaps we can meditate together?” Ramattra asks. “Or talk.” 

You nod sheepishly, feeling slightly trapped into the situation. “Sure…” 

The larger omnic places a hand on your shoulder, wanting to reassure you before he chuckles, pulling you along with him as he talks about his stories from when he was first present in the Monastery. He keeps the conversation light, wanting to make sure you were comfortable. 

Though the fear was still there, never knowing if he would snap at any moment, you were somewhat glad he was taking time out of his day to befriend you, to put your qualms at ease. Ramattra wanted the dust to settle, and perhaps, he thought, going back to fight was beginning to feel like the wrong idea… Especially if he made his own kind fear him.

#overwatch #ramattra x reader #ramattra #ow #fanfic #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch ramattra #reader #overwatch 2 #ow2 #reader insert #yazzfics

[anonymouspuzzler]

more cally o'pia stuff because it's my blog and i can do whatever i want forever. below the cut is a very rough broad written timeline of How Things Shake Out In Da AU. i hope you enjoy, very dry timeline notes

>20 years ago…

The Psychic 7 (namely Ford, Bob and Cassie) raid a hospital that is performing lobotomies on psychics. In the resulting scuffle, Cassie impulsively rescues-slash-kidnaps one of the patients, a 10-12 year old boy, Caligosto Loboto.

Ford and Otto eventually reach an arrangement with Cal’s birth parents, convincing them not to press charges and to release Cal into their custody. They’re secretly quite happy to be rid of their troublemaking psychic child and to not have to face the consequences of the botched lobotomy attempt.

Cal is raised collectively by the Psychic 7 (minus Lucrecia, who’s already left for Grulovia by the time he arrives), becoming a powerful psychic, voracious reader and writer, an amateur tinkerer, and very much a next-gen hippie weirdo. He’s particularly bonded with Cassie, who stepped into a maternal and teacher role for him early on, so she takes the role of his legal guardian on paper and he assumes her surname, becoming Caligosto “Cally” O’Pia.

20 years ago…

The Psychic 6 have their fateful battle with Maligula. Cal, by this point a teenager, remains behind to watch the Gulch and keep an eye on the then-ongoing construction of the modern Motherlobe. He ends up finding Ford, mind shattered, wandering through the woods one night. Cal is unaware of what happened to him but keeps watch over him until the rest of the Psychic 6 - minus Helmut, of course - return from Grulovia.

Helmut’s funeral is held. Cal is particularly affected, especially seeing Bob’s subsequent mourning and breakdown - Cal looked up to the two as a model relationship and they helped him realize his bisexuality, so the incident gives Cal significant hang-ups around emotional intimacy and relationships.

Cal becomes part of the first class of Psychonauts agent trainees after the Motherlobe’s opening, alongside Truman (who he sees as a sort of cousin-slash-honorary family member).

Between then and Psychonauts 1…

Cal graduates and becomes an official agent, though by this point he’s already started becoming disillusioned with the Psychonauts mission, due to the continued breakdown of his family in the Psychic 6. He deliberately puts on an ineffective, slacker persona to avoid being put on missions, despite being a powerful and capable psychic. By the time Cassie leaves the Motherlobe, his role is primarily head janitor and semi-official steward of the Gulch. He also writes for True Psychic Tales under a pseudonym.

As his disillusionment grows and he becomes less trusting of the other Psychonauts for help and answers, he adopts the Loboto persona to go undercover unofficially. He’s especially looking for more information on Grulovia and Maligula, since he suspects he hasn’t gotten the full story from his family or the official press.

Cal befriends Oleander after the latter becomes an agent, eventually progressing to a tumultuous on-off relationship, which becomes something of an open secret around the Motherlobe. Each of their unaddressed issues, combined with assuming the worst based on the other’s unaddressed issues, makes each successive breakup worse and sabotages their secretly-mutual hopes for a serious lasting relationship. The big breaking point occurs when Oleander is badly injured on a mission (losing his eye and gaining his facial scar), making Cal panic over the idea of losing him like Bob lost Helmut; he encourages Truman to reassign him to Whispering Rock, which Oleander finds out about and takes as a tacit rejection-slash-lack of belief in him due to his own issues.

Shortly before meeting Oleander, Cal also has an extended affair with a married woman that he breaks off when she objects to him also seeing other people on the side. He remains unaware that he fathered a child through this affair.

Just before Psychonauts 1…

Oleander’s father dies, which causes him to finally snap and start up the Brain Tanks Plot. Having learned about Cal’s moonlighting while they were dating, he blackmails “Loboto” into helping. Cal agrees so he can secretly sabotage the project from the inside and attempt to keep Oleander safe.

Around the same time, Cal also gets a lead about the Delugianaries and infiltrates them as "Loboto". He begins to learn more about Maligula’s history with the royal family and the movement to reinstate the lost prince.

Psychonauts 1…

"Loboto" interferes as best he can with the Brain Tanks Plot without revealing his true identity to the other inmates, nor making it obvious to Oleander what he’s doing. He leaves massive openings on the psychic radio communications in hopes someone at Whispering Rock will catch them, stations Sheegor and Crispin to intentionally create weak points for an intruder, leaves the kidnapped brains out in the open to be recovered, and intentionally stalls debraining Lilli (to whom he’s an honorary uncle as Cal).

When Raz finally gets to the tower, Cal secretly trails him to make sure Raz can get to the top safely and unopposed. Once he does, Cal bails to return to the Rhombus of Ruin and continue his undercover work. Unfortunately, his boss there has figured out his true identity as Cally O’Pia, and blackmails him into kidnapping Truman by threatening his family (namely Cassie, Oleander and Lilli).

Rhombus of Ruin…

“Loboto” kidnaps Truman, and much like with the brain tanks, does everything he can to sabotage the plot without getting caught. This mostly entails poorly packaging Gristol’s brainless body, failing to dispose of the brain case, and capturing the Psychonauts after they crash rather than leave them to drown. Recognizing Raz and realizing he can excuse not “knowing” to put him under high-security restrictions the same as the other agents, he deliberately leaves Raz the means to navigate the facility via clairvoyance.

Raz learns of “Loboto’s” true identity from Oleander after rescuing him, and ends up using Oleander’s PSI-Portal to enter Cal’s mind. There, he sees the projected "Loboto" persona and meets Cal himself, who plots with him how to fake capturing “Loboto” and escaping in order to rescue Truman without giving away his betrayal. He will not give Raz information on his employers, however, still fearing for the others’ safety.

The Rhombus’ self-destruct auto-engages when “Truman” is released, to Cal’s horror. However, Raz and the agents are able to escape with their “captive”, though he still refuses to talk about his employers.

Psychonauts 2…

Sasha attempts to use a psychic construct to get the information out of Cal. It goes very, very poorly. However, Raz does manage to learn more about Cal’s backstory and get a glimpse of his boss and Maligula.

Sasha continues to attempt to interrogate Cal through the first part of the story, to no avail. After the Lady Lucktopus heist, Sasha’s forced to release him, and he returns to monitoring the Forgetful Forest. He drives away the psychic bees when Raz disturbs them, and Raz can talk to him about the undercover work as “Loboto”, his upbringing with the Psychic 6, and his apparent complicated relationship with Oleander. (There’s an optional sidequest where Raz can go back and forth between Cal and Oleander uncovering and pointing out their misinterpretations of each other, eventually convincing them to talk things out post-game.)

Post-reconstructing Ford, Cal discovers the three in the Gulch and is looped in by Raz. Cal still can’t help directly out of fear of his family being targeted, but gives Raz some tips for trying to talk to Cassie and Bob, and moves to the entrance of the Gulch to keep watch and feign ignorance of Raz, Ford, and Lucy’s presence. Raz can go back to him after helping either Cassie and/or Bob, and Cal is grateful for their apparent steps towards recovery, and baffled yet amazed by Compton and “Nick’s” arrival (with a hint that he already knows what’s up with the brainless Nick).

While Raz and company are doing final preparations for the Astralathe, Cal is distracted by Augustus trying to make it through the Gulch (and experiencing distress due to his repressed familiarity with it), allowing Norma to sneak by and witness the Astralathe activating. She comes back with Truman, and Cal is forced to let them by, knowing Truman is actually Gristol. He also witnesses Lilli tailing them and, realizing everyone is at risk no matter what and he has nothing left to lose, Cal instructs Lilli to distract “Truman” as long as she can and get out of dodge with Raz if the worst happens.

Cal runs back to the Motherlobe to search for the brain case just as Sasha, Milla, Hollis and Oleander are about to leave in pursuit of the mole. Cal begs Oleander to help him and he reluctantly agrees. The two find the case hidden in the mailroom and rush out to deliver it just as Maligula’s storm is released; they end up finding and protecting Lilli during the storm, and turn up just after she reunites with Raz to help with re-braining Truman.

In the post-game, if Raz either already completed or completes the sidequest with Cal and Oleander, they will be found together in the Gulch cleaning up around the Heptadome, and will confirm they’re talking things out. Cal will thank Raz with a signed copy of True Psychic Tales, though Raz doesn’t quite make the connection between Cal and the author. Cal also reveals Truman’s punished him for the kidnapping and undercover work by putting Cal back on the active agent duty he’s worked to avoid, intending for “Loboto” to start doing officially-sanctioned undercover work to clean up the remaining Deluginaries.

#anonymous puzzler writes #technically. look for categorization on this blog purposes we count it #long post / #psychonauts spoilers #rhombus of ruin spoilers #psychonauts 2 spoilers #tw death mention #tw implied eye trauma #psychonauts #ok i think that's post. enjoy #tw lobotomy mention #tw medical abuse mention #forgot those two !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[i-am-church-the-cat]

you can always go home again (or for the first time)

This is my fic for the Andi Mack gift exchange! This is for @paracosmicat, I'm so sorry that it's late, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

Summary: She ruffles his hair as she leads the way back through the apartment. It’s small and crowded with trinkets, books and shoes, basketballs and art projects, and something that must have exploded from the kitchen. Three more people are waiting for them in the living room, less than T.J. expected from the level of noise he’d heard. “Hey guys, this is T.J., the dude I was telling you about,” Jonah introduces him to the group at large and he offers a small wave. “T.J., this is Andi, Cyrus, and Marty.” WC: 2674 Pairing: Gen mostly, but with pre-relationship Tyrus and minor Amris Tags: College AU, First Meetings, T.J. POV, Amber and T.J. are siblings Rating: Teen

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He knew it was saving him money, but sometimes living with his sister and her girlfriend could be really annoying. T.J. had been trapped in his room for ages, Amber and Iris having fought and made up over the past several hours, both things he would rather not be witness to. At this rate, he was going to be locked in here until graduation. 

Jonah 

Hey man, you looking to hang tonight?

Something like relief passes through T.J. when he gets the message. He and Jonah aren’t the closest of friends, yet. They hadn’t gotten along when Jonah was dating his sister - between the compulsory heterosexuality and Jonah’s constant avoidance of anything even hinting at romantic in nature, it had been hell from start to finish - but since they were both studying kinesiology, they’d tried to be friendly. Today, that work had finally paid off.

T.J.

Yeah man, what were you thinking?

Jonah

Some of my friends are holding a get together at their apartment, just a small thing. You wanna come?

Another noise came from the living room. T.J. didn’t want to know if it was a yell or a moan. 

T.J.

Send me the address, im omw

Since the path to the front door was locked, T.J. used the fire escape by his window. It dropped him right next to the motorcycle he probably shouldn’t be parking in the back alley. But hey, it hadn’t been stolen yet, and it made for a very quick getaway. T.J. set his phone to give him voice directions to the address Jonah texts him and then he’s off. 

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The apartment building is nice, an artist-y co-op on the west side of town. T.J. heads up to the third floor after texting Jonah again for the apartment number - Beck wasn’t always the most aware person. Both the bike ride and the jog up the steps do a lot for getting T.J. in a better headspace than he was in earlier. 

He hears the apartment before he sees it. Jonah said it was just a small get together, but from the noise coming through the door, T.J. has some serious doubts. He considers bailing before remembering what’s going on at his own apartment and knocking on the door. 

Surprisingly, it’s not Jonah who answers. It’s a girl with tight braids and wearing a Utah Jazz jersey. She looks like someone he should know, but it slips his mind. She looks him over and must find him wanting because her expression is thoroughly unimpressed. 

“Can I help you?”

“Um, hi,” T.J. says, trying for a smile and probably failing short. “I’m looking for-”

“Oh, Buffy is that T.J.?” A thankfully familiar voice comes from inside the apartment. Jonah Beck pops his head around the girl - Buffy’s - shoulder and flashes his big signature smile. “Teej, glad you could make it! Come in, come in.”

“Just inviting people into my home now, Beck?” Buffy asks, clearly not amused, but she steps aside with a nod to T.J. He nods back, figuring it’s the best course of action, and he’s rewarded with Buffy’s expression going a little less intense and a little more accepting. 

“Oh, yeah, sorry Buffy.” Jonah’s apologetic grin is too cute for anyone, even Buffy, to hold a grudge against. She ruffles his hair as she leads the way back through the apartment. It’s small and crowded with trinkets, books and shoes, basketballs and art projects, and something that must have exploded from the kitchen. Three more people are waiting for them in the living room, less than T.J. expected from the level of noise he’d heard.

“Hey guys, this is T.J., the dude I was telling you about,” Jonah introduces him to the group at large and he offers a small wave. “T.J., this is Andi, Cyrus, and Marty.”

T.J. opens his mouth to greet the group but the guy he’d thought looked familiar beats him to it. Marty hops up, big grin on his face as he offers up his hand for T.J. to slap.

“Hey, Kippen right? Aren’t you the new freshman starter for the basketball team?”

T.J. grins but can’t help the flush that takes his face. He’s proud of himself, yeah, but he finds it’s not always the best to introduce himself with his sporting career. It hasn’t always worked out the best in the past, which was mainly his fault to be fair. He hadn’t been a nice person on the court when he was younger.

“Yeah, I remember you from tryouts. You’ve got a great three-pointer, man.”

“Oh god, Jonah don’t tell me you brought another jock,” whines the other girl in the apartment, an Asian girl with short hair and paint on her t-shirt. “Now Cyrus and I are outnumbered 2-to-1.”

“I also invited Walker and Libby, but they both had things,” Jonah tries to defend himself, flopping down on the floor and grabbing a handful of popcorn from that half-empty bowl on teh coffee table. “It’s not my fault T.J.’s the only one free enough to join us.”

“I’m not totally sure if that’s an insult or not,” T.J. admits, looking around for space to sit. Andi and Buffy are sitting on the couch, Marty going back to sit in the third seat. Jonah’s on the floor. The only seat left is the loveseat, next to the only person here who’s voice T.J. hasn’t heard yet. 

“Hi,” he greets, moving towards the other boy. “I’m T.J. Can I sit?”

The brown-haired boy has big eyes that seem to suck all the air out of the room. Either someone just started hitting a bass drum, or T.J. could hear his heartbeat in his ears. Soft freckles dusted the boy’s nose and his pink lips had teeth indentations in them, as if he’d been biting them only seconds before. Those same lips lift into a smile, crinkly his Bambi eyes at the edges. 

“Sure,” the angel fairy boy said. “I’m Cyrus.”

“T.J.,” he mumbles, sitting down on the cushion. The other boy’s eyes fill with mirth.

“You said that already.”

“Right.” T.J. blinks, wondering it this is what deer felt when they get stuck in headlights. “Sorry.”

Cyrus is clearly laughing at him but he has the decency not to show it. Instead, he leans forward and grabs something off of the pile of snacks on the coffee table. 

“Muffin? It’s chocolate chocolate chip.”

“Oh.” T.J. looks down at the muffin in surprise. It’s big and rich and somehow exactly what T.J. needs. His stomach growls in appreciation as he takes the treat in gentle hands. “Thank you, these are actually my favorite.”

Cyrus’s eyes twinkle. “Mine, too,” he says, grabbing another one and holding it out to cheers against T.J.’s own. T.J.’s grin is huge at the simple gesture. 

“So, T.J.” The voice draws the two out of the little bubble they had gotten sucked in so quickly. T.J. turns to Buffy while his fingers tear off a bit of muffin and pop it in his mouth. “What do the T and the J stand for?”

He snorts, used to this line of questioning. T.J. leans back in his seat, one arm going across the back of the couch. He doesn’t the notice the way Cyrus looks at the arm in surprise, face going slightly red. 

“Sorry, but that’s highly privileged information. Only four people on Earth know it.”

Marty leans forward with eager eyes. “Is it really that bad?”

T.J.’s face and voice are deadpan when he says, “Worse.”

“Amber told me it changes every month,” Jonah says from his spot on the floor. 

“Oh wait, are you Amber’s brother?” Andi says, eyes going wide in recognition. Shoot. If she knows his sister this could either be really bad or… nah, just really bad. His sister’s kind of a dick. 

“Yeah, younger, by two years.” 

“How come we never met you when she and Jonah were dating?” Buffy asks. The way she’s looking at him is different now but T.J. can’t tell if it’s better or worse. “We met Iris.”

“And she was so nice, though obviously in love with Amber,” Cyrus says. This gets sounds of affirmation from all except Jonah who shrugs. 

“I never saw it.”

“You never see it,” Andi, Buffy, and Cyrus all chorus back at him, different levels of fondness or exasperation. T.J. wonders what the story is there. Though, if it’s anything like the one he heard from Amber, he can probably guess.

“They’re actually dating now,” T.J. says, hoping to steer the conversation away from his and Amber’s relationship. He loves his sister, and even likes her these days, but that wasn’t always the truth. “They were roommates and finally admitted their feelings. When Iris moved out of her room, they had an extra, so I moved into their place when I went to college.”

Andi is nodding. “That’s smart. Cyrus, Buffy, and I all the split the rent here and we’re still eating mostly junk food we get on sale.”

“The stipend they give us on sports scholarship is not enough,” Buffy sighs and T.J. can commiserate with that. He holds up his half-eaten muffin in a toast. 

“Hey, at least you and Cyrus are on scholarship,” Andi pouts. “Liberal arts college is the worst financial decision I’ve ever made.” 

“But it’ll all even out when you’re a world famous artist and we can fly out to France to see your new art gallery in the Louvre,” Cyrus encourages in a way that feels more sincere than most. 

“Yeah, and you can represent Jonah when he gets sued for what he’s done to his apartment,” Marty snickers.

Jonah kicks up a fuss and the others fall into bickering over something T.J. clearly does not have enough information on. Instead, he turns his attention back to Cyrus, where it had been threatening to float all evening. 

“You’re going to college to be a lawyer?” He asks, taking a bite of his muffin. Cyrus turns to him as if surprised to be T.J.’s focus once again. 

“Yeah! A civil rights lawyer, though, not a defense attorney.”

“That’s really cool.” He hoped he sounded as sincere as Cyrus had earlier, cause it’s true. T.J. wished he had a career path that was at least half as good for the world as Cyrus’s. He was only studying kinesiology because it’s what a bunch of student athletes did and his parents wanted him to have something to fall back on. He wasn’t going to be changing the world anytime soon.

Cyrus shrugs and blushes, ducking his head. He’s clearly not used to taking compliments which is a shame because they’re filling T.J.’s head like helium in a balloon. One poke and they’ll all come spilling out. 

“Yeah, well, it was either that or become a psychologist. All four of my parents are psychologists.”

“Four?”

“Mom, dad, step-mom, and step-dad,” Cyrus says with a shrug. This topic of conversation he’s far too used to. “You know how it goes.”

“Nah, actually,” T.J. glances away for a second before back to Cyrus. “My parents are the kind that should’ve split up but never did. It kind of left a bad mark on Amber and I’s relationship with them, and each other.”

Cyrus looks up at him curiously. He’s curled towards him, leaning against the back of the loveseat and subsequently propping his head up on T.J.’s arm. The weight is nice, grounding.

“Is that why we’ve never met you before?”

“Yeah,” T.J. admits. It feels safer to tell Cyrus here, where they’re practically alone, instead of to the whole group. “I left to live with my grandparents in high school. The distance helped Amber and I a lot.”

“I’m glad.” Cyrus smiles up at him. “I don’t have any siblings but Buffy and Andi are basically like my sisters. We’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember.”

T.J. smiles, feelings bittersweet. “I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone like that.”

Cyrus considers him quietly. His face is serious and strangely more confident than it had been when their conversation began. “You should.”

They fall into silence then, just observing each other, gathering their thoughts and basking in the feeling their bubble had created. T.J. was still impressed by how quickly Cyrus had sucked him in. There was just something about the young man that felt authentic and calming, like everything was going to be okay. It’s a feeling T.J. has rarely ever felt in his life.

“You know, you’re weirdly easy to talk to.”

Cyrus smiles, teasing. “It’s the four therapists as parents. You get used to listening.” 

--

Cyrus and T.J. don’t have an opportunity to be quiet together for the rest of the night. Once the other’s finished bickering, they drew the two into a game of Trivial Pursuit, and then Truth or Dare, and then Charades, which T.J. and Buffy weirdly dominated at, to Marty and Jonah’s chagrin. By the end of the night, T.J. was exhausted but happy. He’d left the house to escape the private going ons of his sister and her girlfriend and ended up meeting people he’d never believe he felt so at home with. The way they opened up and welcomed him in felt amazing, like nothing he’d ever experienced.

“It’s a great feeling, right?” Marty had said, halfway through the night, when they’d both stepped into the kitchen to grab a drink. “Andi, Buffy, and Cyrus have always been this trio. It should feel like an impenetrable wall to cross but they always open up and offer space to anyone who needs it. Jonah and I in middle school, Walker and Libby in high school, and now you.” 

T.J. had blinked in surprise, looking back out to the living room. The three roommates were doing weird poses, trying to convince the others they were real formations used in yoga, or just trying to make the other two laugh. He watches with a warm feeling in his stomach as Cyrus laughs so much he topples out of the position he was in, sprawling across the carpeted floor. 

“Can it really be that easy?”

Marty had shrugged and given him a welcoming smile. A beckoning smile. “Only if you let it be.” 

And T.J. was going to let it be. He wasn’t going to question the new familiarity between himself and these people. He was just going to accept it and holds on as long as he could. By the time he left, he had four new numbers in his phone. When he got home, there was a text from one of them. 

Buffy the Basketball Slayer

You better ask Cyrus out soon

He’s not known for making the first move and I can not handle three months of pining

Hop on it Kippen

T.J. grinned. He sent back a thumbs up emoji before pulling down the fire escape. He stumbles through his window and onto his bed, feeling dazed from both the climb and the night he had.

“Hvae fun?” Amber asks from the open doorway. That had definitely been closed when he left, but T.J.’s proud of the fact he didn’t startle at her sudden appearance. 

“Yeah.” He knows he’s grinning like a madman but he just can’t help it. 

“Good,” his sister says. She ruffles his hair, blonde matching her own. “Good night, little bro.”

“Night,” he calls as she exits the room. He sits up a little to make his next words heard. “Good night to you, too, Iris!”

There’s a pause, then, “Good night, T.J.! Sweet dreams!”

And well. There’s no doubt that they will be.

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hasta los dientes // jay (ENHYPEN)

pairing: secretary!jay x CEO!fem!reader

genre: fluff, smut, office!au // warning: older reader; Jay calls reader “Boss”; a bunch of 4th gen K-Pop idols make an appearance (as staff); making out; unprotected sex; creampie // wc: ~5.3k

previous chapters:

part 1 - carmesí part 2 - mi reina part 3 - millones

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summary: your team are out for a team building trip, three nights camping in a location that is actually much more romantic than you thought. of course your beloved secretary would go out and wear his favorite sleeveless tee to spite you. or entice you?

author’s note: this is part 3.5 of the secretary!Jay series, make sure you have read all the parts above (there are references to previous parts). this part just serves as a filler, everything here happens after the third part, and the events here might be referred to in future episodes. (yes, episodes, I haven't decided how long I want this series to be)

you've all seen that one weverse live with Jay, Sunoo, and Jungwon right? thanks to his looks in that live, I got so hot and bothered I decided to abuse my eyes by typing this in one sitting. thank you, sleeveless Jay.

the title of this fic is a Camila Cabello song! her album FAMILIA is such a bop tbh.

taglist: @duolingofanaccount @jaylaxies @aminatalks @hee-pster @thots4hee @neo-weareone

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I don’t want to share you

I want you only for me

I’m sucking the air between my teeth

The sun had just risen and you were squinting your eyes, regretting your decision not to bring a pair of sunglasses with you. You watched as Yeji diligently called out the names of all your staff, them standing in line beside the bus that was going to take you all to your location of retreat.

Fixing the duffel bag resting on your shoulder, the strap almost slipped out of your fingers. Of course, someone was quick enough to catch your bag before it falls.

“You shouldn’t be carrying heavy stuff,” Jay tutted, opting to carry your bag himself. He only brought a backpack for the trip.

“I can handle heavy weight,” you pouted, deciding to tie your hair up in a ponytail.

“Don’t forget that I have your medical records and I know that you went to the doctor to check your spine and you have light scoliosis.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, turning your head to look at Jay. Jay had a serious expression on his face that only looked funny to you.

“I’m your PA. I’m supposed to know everything.”

Sighing, you cracked your neck left and right. “Okay, Doctor.”

Jay’s heart does a flip whenever you call him something that is not his name, but he wasn’t going to let you know about this. He stayed in place when you walked up to Yeji as she called the last of the names on her list, watching as all the staff hop on the bus.

“Did everyone make it?” You asked Yeji, leaning in to take a look at her list.

Yeji nodded, smiling. “Yes, Miss. We’re ready to go.”

“How long is the ride again?” You eyed all your employees who were busy fighting for seats in the bus. This really felt like a field trip with teen students.

“Four hours, three and a half if we’re lucky,” Yeji checked her itinerary on her phone. “I’ll go tell the driver to drive safely.”

“Thanks, sweetie,” you smiled at her and she beamed back at you before boarding the bus.

Jay creeped up next to you and leaned into your ear. “I wanna be called sweetie too, please.”

You elbowed Jay in his ribs and he winced as he chuckled.

“Look pretty like her and maybe I will,” you walked away from Jay and up the stairs of the bus entrance.

Jay shamelessly ogled your ass before following you, surprised to find all eyes on you as you stood by the front seat.

“Miss, where do you want to sit?” Beomgyu yelled from the middle of the bus, hovering over his seat with Yeonjun.

You noticed that your staff had kept a couple of seats empty in the front, the middle, and way at the back. You chose a bigger bus to make sure your staff would have much more wiggle room, so you knew it wasn’t going to be full anyway.

“I’ll sit way at the back to keep an eye on you all,” you announced. The rest of the people nodded and some of your staff made way for you as you walked to the back. Jay was about to sit right next to you, and you found it weird since there were plenty of other empty seats.

“Don’t sit next to me,” you lowered your voice. “Go sit somewhere else.”

Jay frowned. “Why?”

You clicked your tongue and that was enough to make Jay listen to you. He sat in a seat that was diagonally in front of you, so he wouldn’t strain his neck so much if he wanted to check on you. The bus took off as soon as Yeji announced it and the travel with your team began.

It was as chaotic as you expected. Beomgyu and Yeonjun were in charge of music, and they came up with all the most karaoke-able songs anyone could ever think of. Jiung and Soobin carefully distributed snacks and drinks to the whole bus, while Keeho and Theo were busy snapping pictures on their DSLRs.

About two hours into the journey, the energy sort of died down, and the chaos turned into muffled chats between people. Some were even sleeping, or watching stuff on their phone with their headphones on. You were also planning to catch up on your sleep, since you were always restless the night before a trip. You forgot to bring your neck pillow with you, or maybe you were just too lazy, but you did end up sleeping anyway with your head tilted uncomfortably to the side.

The bus made a turn and you were about to fall to your left side if it weren’t for Jay who swiftly made his way to the seat beside you. Your head hit his shoulder but you didn’t wake up. Jay carefully adjusted his position, gentle enough to not wake you up but also decent enough for him to feel more comfortable. Keeho, who was making his way to the back of the bus, saw the two of you.

“That’s cute,” he whispered, bringing his camera to his face and snapping a picture of you sleeping on Jay’s shoulder. Jay decided to just pose for it, smiling widely while holding up a peace sign.

“You’re a good assistant, Park,” Keeho praised Jay as he took his seat beside Jiung. Jay just threw him an appreciative smile.

You didn’t wake up until you reached the location, and that was after you noticed everyone had emptied the bus, except for Jay. He was standing by his seat, putting his backpack on as he smiled affectionately looking at you stretching your arms.

“Good nap?” He asked, waiting for you to stand up.

“Did I miss the rest area?”

Jay nodded. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

You pouted and stood up from your seat, taking a few steps to meet your secretary and lovingly pat him on his cheeks.

“Thank you, Park,” you whispered, still gathering your thoughts after waking up from a deep sleep.

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To say that your staff was thrilled is an understatement. When they found out that the venue was actually a legit resort, and that when you said they were going camping you actually meant glamping, all the people shrieked and cheered, making noises you didn’t even know a human could make.

Hwiyoung brushed his long hair back with one hand as he walked up to you, taking it all in. “Damn, Miss, this looks like a lot. How much did we spend?”

You chuckled and nudged Hwiyoung’s shoulder with yours. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know. You were in charge of the whole thing.”

He then smiled his charming gummy smile before raising his hand to give you a fist bump, proud of your work together. You then started walking over to your tent, or in this case, glamorous tent that looks like a room. Jay kept carrying your bag with him even after you basically hissed at him, insisting that you could do fine on your own.

“Since when are you all buddy-buddy with Hwiyoung?” Jay asked, letting your duffel bag fall to the floor with a soft thud as he entered your tent before you.

“I’ve told you this,” you checked all the amenities inside the tent and even the built-in bathroom. “I’m making him my second assistant. He’ll be asking you a lot about things.”

“What? When? How? What?” Jay was flustered. He babbled all the question words he could think of as he glared at you, demanding an explanation.

Of course you laughed, seeing him puzzled and also annoyed. “That one night you stayed at my place after dinner with your parents.”

“So when I made you cum three times?” Jay asked, sitting on your bed.

You slapped Jay’s arm and it made him stand up, partly because you didn’t want him to dirty the bed. “You keep losing focus when you’re working with me so I decided to take some workload off of your back.”

“How would it work?” Jay insisted on finding out more about this affair. He stood by the door this time, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Hwiyoung is in charge of schedules, booking tickets and trips, secretarial work,” you explained as you unpacked the toiletries from your bag. “And you, you run errands.”

Jay had this weirded out look on his face and it took you seconds to realize he wasn’t replying.

“Basically she’s Emily and you’re Andy,” you explained, referring to one of his favorite movies. Yes, his.

“Doesn’t that make him the first assistant then? I should be the first one. I should be Emily,” Jay sulked, looking everywhere but your eyes.

“Oh my God,” you walked over to Jay and put both hands on his face, making him look at you. “I’m doing this out of love. I’m keeping you by my side without having to burden you too much.”

“But I don’t mind. I want to be the only secretary. Wait. Does this mean we’re splitting the pay? Am I getting half of what I used to get??” Jay started spiraling and panicking. You threw your head back laughing, your hands covering your mouth.

“You’re both getting paid full, okay, now calm down and go check the other staff for the itinerary, will you?”

Jay sighed in defeat. He had his head down and you pouted, feeling bad that you made him feel bad. He then leaned in to kiss you on the cheek before leaving and you wondered how the simple gesture could still make you feel so many butterflies in your stomach.

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You stayed in your tent for a couple of hours to catch up on work and to let your staff let loose without you. You knew they liked you but you weren’t sure to what extent, so you thought it would be better to join them when the time is right, and not hover around all the time.

As you stepped out, you saw Hwiyoung and Jay coming out of their shared tent. Hwiyoung had his hair up in a man-bun, and he looked handsome as hell, but your eyes were glued to your first secretary.

Jay’s hair was fluffy and he kept pushing it back with his hand. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses, and the white sleeveless tee he had on showcased his biceps in a way that, if other women see, they would drool, and if other men see they would wish to have those arms. You didn’t even care if Jay was wearing shorts or just normal pants.

The sight of Jay’s skin wasn’t exactly new to you. Hell, you’ve lost count how many times you’ve been naked with him, and you’ve also lost track of how many places you’ve gotten naked with him. So why was this view of him in a sleeveless tee making you more restless than usual?

As soon as all your staff started gathering, with your female employees flocking over to Jay for some reason, it clicked. It was bothering you because everyone else gets to see him now, and everyone else was used to his formal-look, the button-up or long-sleeve tee Jay, not this sexy, rich-guy-who-owns-an-island type of look. Once you identified your feeling to be jealousy, you took a step back and decided to calm down and stay composed because that is what your whole persona is based on.

But, boy, was it hard.

When you joined your team, you were welcomed with cheers and friendly hugs by your staff. You didn’t know if it was on purpose or not, but Jay kept his distance. He made sure not to hover around you too much, and he interacted more with your team than you. He interacted too much with the female staff, in fact.

After a series of activities during the day, the night fell and eventually you all gathered in front of a huge bonfire. It definitely would not feel like camping if there was no bonfire, and although the thought of sitting in front of the fire made you hot and bothered, it was nothing compared to seeing Jay sat between two female staff, while you were sitting over on the other side, across him, sandwiched between Keeho and Hwiyoung.

Beomgyu suggested a game of truth-or-dare and immediately got shot down by the whole team, claiming that they were no longer teenagers with raging hormones. You were proud that your staff felt that way, and you thanked Jiung for his initiative to bring out his guitar, turning the whole night into a jam session. Lucky for you and everybody else, a lot of your staff were very good at singing and playing instruments, so you sat and smiled as you listened to their performances.

The jam session quickly turned into a dancing scene, with several people leaving their seats to go closer to the fire, swaying to the music. Jay made his way to you, noticing that Hwiyoung and Keeho had left you to sit on your own. He smiled before sitting down next to you, brushing his hair back.

“Stop doing that,” you muttered under your breath, keeping your eyes on the dance battle in front of you.

“What?” Jay looked at you, pretending to be oblivious. “This?” He ran his fingers through his hair again, this time flexing his muscles too. You scoffed and rolled your eyes at him. It only fed his ego even more.

“Is there a reason you’re so irritated tonight,” Jay sat forward and leaned in closer to speak in a lower voice. “My queen?”

You raised one hand to shut him up and he immediately fixed his position, straightening his posture. You didn’t want your jealousy to get the best of you, so you distracted yourself with the fun happening in front of your eyes. Cheering for Hwiyoung, who surprisingly started to dance against Jiung, you took your silk scrunchie off of your hair and started waving it around like a flag.

Jay was surprised at your wild and enthusiastic support, and he honestly wanted to be in the spotlight too. So, he stood up to join the fun.

You weren’t sure if Jay had mentioned it before, but the guy actually had moves. The crowd immediately roared and started cheering for him the moment he entered the dance circle, challenging your other male staff and earning the shrieks of your female staff. You shook your head to yourself, smiling as you watched the show that was basically made for you. Once the bit was done, and after receiving a thunderous applause, Jay looked at you.

As if he was asking for your approval, his eyes widened like a puppy. You merely rested your chin on one hand, slightly biting the end of your pinky finger. He looked at you full of anticipation, and you merely winked at him before deciding to stand up. As you were about to turn around and head to your tent, a voice stopped you.

“Miss!”

Of course it was Beomgyu.

“You need to help us pick a winner,” he said as you turned back to face your team. They all looked at you with hope.

“I don’t want anyone to feel bad for not winning,” you said, refusing to choose because the moment Jay joined, your eyes were glued to him and him only. You didn’t even remember who else danced.

“Oh, come on, Miss,” this time Keeho was whining. “We won’t feel bad. We just badly need your approval.”

Theo slapped Keeho in the chest and the rest of your staff laughed at him.

“Just name one person, Miss,” Yeji sweetly smiled at you as she nodded her head.

“Alright, fine,” you sighed, this time you were brushing your hair back. “Jay.”

Jay perked up as he heard you call his first name.

“Park. Park Jay did a great performance,” you continued, clearing your throat as you felt more eyes on you.

You could see the way some of your staff wanted to protest and accuse you of favoritism, but it turned out they agreed and actually thought that your decision made sense. Even though it was biased as fuck.

“Ayeeee Park!” Keeho high-fived Jay, followed by the rest of the team. Jay was smiling so wide that the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes were showing. He was enjoying it a little too much.

It was getting fairly late and you excused yourself. You made Keeho in charge of the bonfire and told him to make sure to clear out everything before leaving. Your staff waved you goodbye and you quickly made your way to your tent.

Almost like that night of the welcoming party for your interns, Jay was already waiting for you in front of your door. You looked around and found nobody, so as you walked up to him you crossed your arms in front of you and clicked your tongue.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You inquired, slightly tilting your head to the side.

“Just open the door, please,” Jay took a deep breath, seeming impatient.

“Go back to your tent, Park,” you shoved him away from your door, letting yourself in, but of course he trailed behind you because he knew you were joking.

You went straight to the bathroom to wash up while Jay just stood there, talking to you while he raised his voice to make sure you could still hear him.

“What if Hwiyoung finds out?” You asked in the middle of washing your face.

“Yeah, I think he already knows,” Jay scratched the back of his head.

You walked out of the bathroom with a towel in your hands. “You think he already knows or you know he knows?”

Jay opened his mouth to reply to you, but left it open as he stared into nothing, thinking. You exhaled and Jay walked over to you.

“If he knows, isn’t that a good thing? We can make him keep it a secret and then there’s one less person to worry about.”

You stopped to think and Jay just stared into your eyes.

“It’s okay if he knows. Hwi knows.”

You scoffed at Jay’s pun and he smiled with you, teeth showing. You find it ridiculously attractive so you retracted, moving back to the bathroom to finish your skincare routine. When you were done, Jay was sitting on the side of your bed, scrolling through his phone.

“Are you finally gonna tell me what’s bothering you today?” He asked, setting his phone on the side table to fully focus on you.

You frowned. “I’m not bothered.”

“Lies,” Jay snapped. Not in an angry way, though.

“You’re really gonna make me say it?”

Jay shrugged. “I’m honest with you all the time, so I’d like it if you’d be honest with me too.”

You laughed softly and walked over to him, making him look up to you.

“Not saying anything is not lying, you know,” you lowered your voice and tilted his chin up with your fingers. Jay immediately brought both his hands up your waist, stroking your sides gently.

“If it’s about me lending my shoulder for you to sleep on, causing unintentional public display of affection, I’m sorry,” Jay leaned in to kiss your stomach, which was now bare because you were only wearing a bra as your top.

“I slept on your shoulder?” You asked, oblivious.

“If it’s about me not being subtle about our relationship sometimes, I’m also sorry,” Jay looked at you before kissing your skin around your ribcage. “I tried to keep a distance so people won’t see us hanging out the whole time.”

“That’s what bothers me.”

“I fucking knew it.”

Jay’s instant response to your confession made you laugh, and he responded by blowing raspberries on your tummy. You laughed even harder because it tickles, and after a slight wrestle with Jay, he gave up and let you go, still sitting and looking up to you.

“Tell me more,” he encouraged you, now stroking the small of your back with his fingers.

“Ugh, it’s you!” You exclaimed, grabbing both his biceps with your hands. “You, with your sleeveless tee and your gorgeous smile. Your luscious hair and your veiny hands running through it. Your charming personality and sheer talent that makes people hover.”

Jay blinked as he listened to you, his smile growing bigger and bigger with each compliment you throw at him. He then bit his lower lip and started pulling you closer.

“Whenever you say something funny and the girls laugh at your joke, and when you’re always ready to assist the guys with literally everything. Cooking, carrying stuff, and fucking dancing? I didn’t know you could dance.”

Jay chuckled and rubbed your sides with his hands. “I didn’t know you could dance either. Remember the party?”

“I wasn’t dancing. I was just copying moves.”

“Take the compliment, my queen,” Jay took one of your hands and kissed your knuckles. “Is there anything else?”

“I don’t like it when they look at you different,” you sulked. “I don’t want to share you.”

Jay smiled as he stood up to meet your face. “Who says anything about sharing?”

He leaned in to kiss your lips and you sighed at the contact, finally feeling his warmth this close to you. He tightened his embrace around your waist and your hands were flat against his chest as you kissed him back.

“Tell you what,” Jay spoke to your mouth.

“What?” your voice was almost gone from all the kissing and Jay just pecked your lips again before he continued.

“Why don’t we fuck, and you can sing my name for others to hear?”

You blushed at Jay’s straightforwardness, something that you were still getting used to. You quickly composed yourself and challenged him.

“You really think you can make me scream that loud?” You looked into his eyes and you swore that they shine brighter than any galaxy.

“Hmm,” Jay pretended to think. “Night of the gala, when you were jealous of that PA, remember?”

“I remember,” you smirked.

“Wanna do it again?” Jay’s hands traveled down to your ass. As he squeezed your cheeks, you could feel your core pressed to his hard on and you almost whimpered.

You shook your head and Jay frowned, confused at your reaction.

“Let’s just get comfy,” you gently poked Jay’s forehead with your finger and he slowly fell to the bed, bringing you down with him.

You made him move to the center of the bed before you completely straddled him, letting him roam his hands all over each surface of your skin. You kissed him the whole time, hungry for his taste with your tongue fighting for dominance. Jay bit your lower lip a little too hard and you whimpered.

“Fuck,” he muttered, bringing a hand up to caress your cheek. “Sorry.”

You shook your head and started kissing him again, your hands reaching for his to help you unclasp your bra. When he did, you chucked your bra away and he lunged in to put his mouth around your boob. You were now grinding on him, and his ministrations on your breasts were just increasing the desperate need you have for him.

He propped himself up to take his sleeveless tee off, and you gladly helped him undress. He then carefully slid your shorts and your panties down in one go before getting naked completely too. You made him lie back down as you started grinding again, this time your folds coming in contact with his dick. You whined as he put his hands on your ass, guiding your movements and making you grind on him harder.

You adjusted your position and with the help of Jay’s hands, he was now perfectly aligned with your core. You were already dripping way before the two of you started making out, so Jay was able to slide into you effortlessly. You let out a shaky breath as you felt him enter you, and he kissed you through your soft whimpers. You sat up and rested your hands on his chest, continuing to grind into him. He lifted his legs slightly, creating an angle where you can feel his thighs against your ass. He created more friction by thrusting upwards, matching your movements and keeping you steady on top of him with his hands on your waist.

Jay seemed like he had more energy than you tonight and it showed from how forceful his thrusts were. You were a moaning mess, your voice starting to croak from all the whimpering and groaning. He could feel your speed slowing down, but he knew he had to chase you to your high, so he propped himself up with his elbows until he was also sitting down. He then crossed his legs underneath you and made you bounce on his cock with his hands on your side. This position was new to you, and you couldn’t help but call out his name repeatedly with every thrust.

“Jay,” you muttered under your breath. “Fuck, you feel so good…”

Jay grunted in response, not letting your moans slow him down. If anything, it fueled him to go faster. Your voice became higher and he knew you were close.

“You’re letting me cum inside,” he spoke in between his breaths. “Right?”

You nodded and closed the distance between your mouths with a kiss. Jay squeezed your ass once and you came, clenching your walls around him. Just seconds after, he followed, his breath hot against your cheek as he filled you up with his cum. Jay then straightened his legs and you carefully let him slide out, his cum dripping out of you and staining the sheets.

“See?” He said, still panting while you brush his hair back and his sweat off his face. “I made you sing.”

You were out of breath so all you could do was lightly flick his forehead with your finger. Jay chuckled and collapsed to the bed, almost making you fall down with him.

“You need to wash up,” you said, climbing off the bed. “And go back to your tent.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he saluted you while lying down. “In a minute.”

Seeing him sprawled on your bed made you feel soft in a way, so you leaned into him and kissed his jawline. He closed his eyes and smiled really wide.

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The next morning at breakfast, you came to the dining area earlier than almost everybody else. You spotted Keeho and Yeji sitting together and decided to join them.

“Good morning, Miss,” Yeji greeted you happily, smiling so wide her eyes disappeared. Her signature smile.

You mouthed ‘morning’ before sipping the orange juice in your glass. You winced as you found it a little too sour for your liking.

“Did you sleep well?” Keeho asked, biting into his toast. Yeji gave him a look and he reacted by giving her another weird look.

You sensed the awkward interaction and sighed, putting your glass back on the table. “I feel like that’s supposed to mean something more.”

“Miss…”

“Keeho, don’t.”

You threw a questioning look at Yeji, who was sitting across you, and then at Keeho on your left side. “Why ‘Keeho, don’t’?”

“Keeho, I swear,” Yeji’s eyes widened at Keeho but turned soft as she shifted her gaze to you.

“Oh my God, what is it? Just tell me!”

At that very moment, Jay appeared wearing the same clothes he had on the night before. He joined your table, sitting next to Yeji and across Keeho, his plate full of different breakfast menus. The portion was of a shocking amount to both Yeji and Keeho, but not to you.

“What are we talking about?” Jay asked nonchalantly, sipping a glass of milk. A milk mustache formed on top of his lips and you gestured for him to wipe it off.

“Before anybody else comes into this area,” Keeho lowered his voice and also his head, as if he was going to reveal a huge secret.

Yeji sighed and buried her face in her hands, expecting the worst. Jay was already getting into his meal and you were just leaning in towards Keeho, mimicking his movements.

“We heard some of your staff fucking,” Keeho said in one breath.

Jay choked on his mini croissant and Yeji helplessly stared at him as he gulped more of his milk. You tried to keep yourself composed as you waited for Keeho to continue.

“I don’t know whose tent it was because it was so dark, but Yeji and I were strolling, just you know, patrolling because we both couldn’t sleep, and legit, we heard moaning. And slapping of skin. And…”

“That’s enough!” Yeji almost screamed. “Miss, I know it’s none of our business, but like, is there some sort of policy in our company that we should know about?”

Jay looked at you expectantly, shoving more food into his mouth so none of them would make him talk.

“No, you’re all free to fuck whoever you want,” you said, playing with the cereal in your bowl. You weren’t going to let yourself choke like Jay.

“Oh, so you’re not going to like, reprimand us or anything?” Keeho asked, confirming.

You sighed. “You know,  you’re all adults and you can tell what’s right or wrong. If the fact that you’re fucking each other is hindering your work then yes, it will be a problem.”

“If it makes us more motivated wouldn’t that be good?” Keeho asked again.

Yeji facepalmed again. Jay chuckled as he continued to eat.

“Probably,” you smiled at Keeho before you decided to start eating. It was silent for a while and the four of you indulged in your breakfast.

“But Miss,” Keeho spoke again, breaking the silence. “Aren’t you curious who it was?”

Before you could answer, you see Hwiyoung and a couple of other staff entering the dining area. Hwiyoung immediately walked over to your table and greeted Jay.

“Hey, man,” he tapped Jay lightly on the shoulder. “You didn’t come back last night and I ended up using some of your toiletries. Hope you don’t mind.”

Jay smiled and nodded. Hwiyoung then took off to fix himself a plate. Yeji and Keeho looked at each other, and then at you and Jay.

Keeho cleared his throat. “Miss…”

“Mm-hm?” You answered, head facing down at your plate, your mouth chewing the last of your food before swallowing.

“I think your secretary is fucking someone in your team.”

You and Jay exchanged glances, and Yeji just had enough that she excused herself from the table, taking her empty plate away with her.

“Park, is this true?” You held your gaze at him, smiling when you could see the gears in his head shifting.

“Of course not,” Jay scoffed. He then looked at Keeho. “What, you got that just because Hwiyoung said I didn’t come back to our tent?”

“Then what was… Why did he… Where were…” Keeho started stuttering because of the questions that popped up in his head all at once.

“I was helping the boss with some work,” Jay finished the milk in his glass and exhaled. “Right, Boss?”

You nodded as you patted Keeho’s back. “He’s right, I can vouch for him. You need to gather the team now.”

Keeho sighed for no reason as he nodded. He then stood up and walked away, leaving you and Jay sitting on the table alone.

“Shame,” Jay whispered. “I wanted him to find out.”

You shook your head, laughing softly. Then you lowered your head, leaning in to him and speaking in the lowest volume as possible. “I’ll make sure to scream out your name next time, and not just moan.”

Jay quickly put a finger to his mouth, shushing you as he sensed your voice was still a little too loud. You cackled as you stood up and walked away, greeting the rest of the team while you were at it.

-END-

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SECRETARY!JAY will return…

read the next part: vente conmigo

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[fayes-fics]

It Had To Be You: Upcoming Fic Excerpt

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Rating: Teen and Up, except one chapter which could be skipped

Summary: Modern AU romcom. A love story heavily inspired by When Harry Met Sally.

Note: Hi all, as a Valentine's Day gift to you all, I present below the opening scene of my upcoming multi-chapter - It Had To Be You. I plan to start publishing this in March. I hope you enjoy <3

UPDATE: full fic is now posted HERE

12 Years Ago

When you pull up outside her halls of residence, she has her tongue down some man’s throat—typical Gen. 

She finally acknowledges your presence when you lower the window and cough pointedly. A few days ago, when she said her latest boyfriend needed a lift from St Andrews to London, you didn't offer; she volunteered him to join you before you could conjure a believable excuse. Someone to talk to on the long journey wouldn't be such a bad thing; you tried to convince yourself reluctantly. You were slightly worried about who he might be. Gen’s taste in men could be best described as random. Or questionable if you were feeling less charitable. But as he turns towards you, something in your chest flutters. 

Oh. 

He looks different to her usual choices. He appears rich, just from a glance. But the sort of rich that dresses in ratty clothes as a style choice rather than out of economic necessity. His jeans are distressed around the knees, and there’s an almost threadbare patch right around his rather shapely - don't look there, you admonish yourself - arse. He wears a faded grey t-shirt and converse that are speckled with paint.

“Y/n, meet Ben,” he nods briefly before she pulls him back for another completely inappropriate kiss.

Ben...? Really, Gen? Matching names is a bit too fucking twee.

As they break away, he tosses his bags in the boot of your car and, after another round of tonsil tennis, climbs into your passenger seat. He smiles crookedly, and you see his blueish eyes catch a ray of late Spring sun; his voice instantly makes you shift in your seat as you exchange hellos. Definitely a posh boy. Definitely a playboy. Definitely not the type to keep his bed empty for long. You already dislike him. You especially dislike how attractive your body seems to find him, despite yourself.

This is going to be a long journey.

“You want to drive the first shift?” you ask politely.

“You are already there,” he shrugs, “go right ahead.”

As Gen becomes a waving figure in your rearview mirror, something tells you you will likely never see her again. It's that time when life goes in a million different directions—the end of university. You've been here for your undergraduate course. Apparently, he has been here for his master's in Fine Art. 

“What takes you to London?” he asks as you pull out of the university grounds.

“I'm going to be a journalist,” you state proudly.

He laughs. “You and the rest of the world.” 

You bristle at his amusement. You are a talented writer; you know it will happen for you someday. You have a summer internship at the Guardian. Okay, it's unpaid, but it's a start.

“You?” you shoot back, squinting in the sun.

“Artist. I’m setting up a studio in Hoxton.”

Urgh. That's so achingly trendy you actually want to smack him.

Your phone buzzes, and you check it discreetly at the next traffic light. It's from Gen.

I know exactly what you are thinking. Posh boy twat. His cock is amazing though. Safe travels x

You squeak and drop your phone into the footwell. Ben cuts you a curious sideways glance. 

“I can grab it,” he offers rather chivalrously as he sees you groping blindly around your feet as the light turns green.

“No!” you startle, “it's fine, just uhh leave it there, I don't need it. I know the way to Edinburgh from here.” your voice takes on a high-pitched quality that sounds ridiculous even to your own ears.

He seems to stare at your profile for an inordinate amount of time.

“Gen said you were a little high-strung,” he says drolly.

You frown over at him. “I'm just particular,” you argue back.

He laughs and looks out the window. “Mind if I smoke?”

“Yes, I do,” you prickle, “that’s a disgusting habit, and you should give it up.”

“She said you were opinionated too,” he adds, his tone so casual and laid back it just makes you more wound up.

“My car, my rules,” you retort, glancing irritated in your rearview at the lorry getting far too familiar with your rear bumper.

“That's fair enough.” 

He suddenly lunges for something in the backseat, twisting, so his t-shirt rides up, his whole body thrust towards you. You see a flash of toned abdominal muscle and a tantalising line of hair disappearing into his jeans.

You quickly cut your eyes back to the road and have to slam on the brake not to hit the car in front, praying momentarily that the lorry behind is paying more attention than you are. Damn him. 

“Fucking hell!” he exclaims, falling back into his seat and grabbing the dashboard to right himself.

“Sorry,” you mumble, knowing you are blushing. “Can you please not do that when I'm driving?”

“Do what?” he feigns ignorance, but you can tell he knows exactly what just happened, the cocky bastard.

“Climb into the backseat,” you grumble.

“I leaned back to grab something; I didn't climb anywhere,” he disputes, shaking a packet at you. “This is for your benefit, I might add,” he says pointedly, ripping open the box and fishing out a nicotine patch.

“Well, just sit still, please,” you huff, spying a flash of very shapely bicep out of the corner of your eye as he rolls up the sleeve and slaps on the patch.

“Yeah, not highly strung at all,” he mutters under his breath.

Yep. You absolutely want to kick him.

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[zarvasace]

Disability au, do Wind and Twilight bond over their limbn't sharing?

"limbn't" bahahaha of course they do

Scurvy

gen, Wind & Twilight, 800 words, AO3 link here :)

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"Don't tell me you're just eating that raw," Twilight sighs.

Wind looks up and behind him. He grins at Twilight sitting down on the scrubby ground next to him. Far below their feet—Twilight's two and Wind's one, since he took his leg off a few minutes ago—a river rages through a perilous gray canyon full of rocks. A waterfall pounds down to their right, far away enough that the sound is just comforting white noise. Wind always feels better, close to moving water. 

"You are, aren't you?" Twilight sits down on Wind's left and looks at the lemon. 

"What's that face for?" Wind asks. "You're not the one eating it." He knows that it's a little weird to eat a lemon like an orange, but he got a taste for them at the beginning of his adventure, and hasn't ever stopped. He kind of enjoys the way it makes the others groan at him. 

"Is it good? Is that why you're eating it raw like that? Are your Great Sea taste buds that much different?" Twilight's teasing, even with that injured expression. 

"I mean, yeah, I'm used to it." Wind picks up his knife to hack another slice off. "Besides, gotta stave off the scurvy."

Twilight sighs again. "You're not gonna get scurvy, Wind."

"What do you know about scurvy, landlubber?" Wind challenges. He sticks the lemon slice into his mouth and sucks on it for a moment. The juice tastes yellow, and is so sour it's sweet. 

"Enough to know you're not gonna get it. You get fresh vegetables on a daily basis. Or, you would, if you actually ate them."

"I eat them! Most of them." Wind licks the excess juice off his hand and changes the subject quickly, asking a question he's been pondering. "How do you peel oranges with only one hand?" 

Twilight reaches over to snatch one of the untouched lemons next to Wind. "Like I do everything else—carefully."

"Uh-huh…" Wind continues to enjoy his snack as he watches Twilight demonstrate. Twilight's accent is fun to listen to when he forgets he has it and just talks. 

"Can I borrow your knife?" Twilight asks, lemon in his lap, and Wind hands it over. It almost looks small in his hand. "Peeling an orange is easy, the hard part is holding it still, which… really isn't a hard part. You just wedge it somewhere." He puts the lemon between his knees and works the blade of the knife down into the skin. 

Wind pauses his own lemon snack to watch. A wince takes up residence on his face as Twilight moves the knife in a way that makes it look like he's going to cut his finger or his leg. He doesn't, but watching is a little bit frightening. 

It really doesn't look hard. Peeling lemons isn't quite the same as peeling oranges, but it's similar enough. Twilight has always been missing one hand, so his movements are confident. Privately, Wind has always been glad he'd lost a leg rather than a hand. Even after meeting Twilight, and seeing all the things he could do that Wind wouldn't have expected, he's still glad. 

The lemon smells nice and fresh as Twilight picks the last of the rind off of it. A few strings connect the rind and the fruit until he pulls them away. He tosses the peel off to the side, then picks up the lemon. 

"Ta da. See? It isn't hard. You just gotta think about it."

Wind smiles. "So now what are you gonna do with it?" 

"Uh…" Twilight looks down. "I'm not eating it. You?" 

"I had mine already." Wind gestures to the last of his own peel in his lap, spiky with sucked-off bits of fruit. 

Twilight frowns at the lemon. "Maybe I can catch some fish, and we can use this to flavor it."

With an exaggerated hum, Wind leans in. "If you eat a piece, I'll help you fish."

"Sure you will." Twilight gives him a look, and Wind shrugs as innocently as possible. 

"It's not that bad."

Twilight is clearly thinking about it. He considers the peeled lemon, digging his fingers into a break between slices to separate it out. Wind has honestly never seen a lemon pulled apart like that before. 

"Promise?" Twilight asks, his eyes narrowed at Wind. 

"Of course. Promise. You eat a slice, I'll help you fish." Wind taps his heel against the stone, smiling up at Twilight with as earnest an expression as he knows how to make. 

Two seconds later, Twilight pops an entire slice into his mouth. His face immediately scrunches up, and Wind dissolves into peals of laughter at his reaction. 

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