#(tagging in order of appearance just in case you’re confused)

[the-travelling-witch]

Fake dating with Reo would entail…

… Reo who is fed up with all the tabloids speculating about his private life; as a world class striker and only heir to Mikage Corporation, he is one of the most coveted bachelors out there a fact greatly enhanced by his good looks; article after article portraying a new apparent sighting of an alleged fling week after week

… you, the barista at his regular coffee shop, dreaming of a brighter future where you could live comfortably without working your ass off, the person who could make his order just the way he liked it and always graced him with a genuine smile instead of falling all over themselves in his presence like others

… Reo who is already dreading the end of the year sports gala, undoubtedly flooded with reporters and paparazzi just waiting to tear into the latest gossip or scandal like starving hyenas; after always showing up on his own the last years -and with the current rumors floating around- he knows he has to put an end to this

… you who is more than just speechless when the Reo Mikage pulls you aside and asks you to accompany him as his date to the event in exchange for a handsome sum of money; you’re not a person in the public eye, you’re no one from his personal life and you’re not the kind of person Reo would fall for, he’s sure of it

… Reo who takes you shopping, making the shop assistant bring evening wear after evening wear until he finds one he deems fit to stand next to him on the red carpet, completing the look with the fitting shoes and accessories, swiping his card without blinking an eye

… you, whose eyes nearly roll out of your head as you catch a glimpse of the price tags, only to go completely slack jawed when he invites you to his house -which is more of a mansion anyway- to discuss your dating history in case somebody asks

… Reo who can’t tear his eyes away from your smile when you laugh at one of his sarcastic statements and who blames it on the emptying wine bottle on the table between you

… you whose face heats up as you avert your eyes when you find his gaze already on you instead of on his tablet and who blames their racing heart on the glass in front of you

… Reo who picks you up the day of the gala, gently fixing your necklace and straightening your attire, cupping your face and making you meet his bright eyes as he notices you nervously fiddling with your hands

… you who gives him a reassuring smile, telling him that everything will be fine, it’s only for a couple of hours, right? before getting into the back of the black car on wobbly legs, door held open for you by the driver

… Reo who gives the cameras a stunning smile as he exits the far side of the car, waving to the crowd who fully expects him to walk up the stairs in front of him on his own instead of striding over to the other door

… you who timidly takes the hand offered to you as the crowd goes wild, grateful to Reo for linking your arms as you’re blinded by the flashing lights, trying to put on a confident smile

… Reo whose stomach churns at the way you’re laughing with his teammates and friends at the table, irritated and confused by his own feelings; who turns his head as you show that pretty smile to Isagi of all people

… you who notices the way Reo seems to be brooding but assumes it’s because of boredom with the gala, squeezing his arm and offering an encouraging grin as if to say ‘only a few more hours’ despite the way your chest tightens at the thought

… Reo who offers you to stay at his house for the night to shelter you from the countless tabloids and to make your story more believable; who quickly takes a hold of your arm and pulls you closer to him as you say goodbye to your new acquaintances

… you who shyly asks to borrow his clothes because you don’t have any spare clothes at his house, finding an odd sense of comfort in the scent of the borrowed body wash and comfortable fabric after an exhausting night of socialising and public appearances

… Reo whose breath hitches as he stops scrolling through social media -your [faked] relationship being the biggest talk online- as you gingerly step into his living room, draped in his shirt and shorts and who invites you to watch a movie with him before he can stop himself

… you who settles on the opposite end of his luxurious couch, humming along to whatever movie Reo picked, trying to keep your heavy eyes open

… Reo who slightly jumps at the weight slumping against his shoulder as he notices the way both of you had seemingly inched closer to each other and who couldn’t find it in himself to push you off of him but does adjust your position to be more comfortable; who, for a second, contemplates taking you to his room instead of the guest bed as your rhythmic breathing lulls him to drowsiness as well

… you who wakes up in the guest bedroom the next morning and feels somewhat defeated despite this being exactly what was agreed upon; who pulls themselves out of bed and follows the smell of coffee into the kitchen only to find Reo already making breakfast

… Reo who greets you with a genuine smile as he tells you to take a seat and perfectly plates the eggs and bacon for both of you; who is torn from his thoughts about asking you to play along for a little longer -to keep up appearances- as his phone goes off

… you whose eyes widen as Reo reads out the message of his parents, inviting him and his partner to a dinner to get to know each other

… Reo who leaves out the part about his parents actually telling him to come alone and to break this relationship off in favour of an engagement with the heir of another big business corporation

… Reo who already plans to show up to said dinner with you on his arm and a sparkling ring on your finger

… all pretend, of course

yes, this is a personal attack against @pricelesstecrs

#holly’s potions #⩇⩇:⩇⩇✧˖°- midnight rambles #don’t ask what came over me #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk #bllk x reader #reo x reader #reo x you #reo fluff #reo mikage #reo blue lock #blue lock fluff #bllk fluff #blue lock x you #bllk x you #blue lock headcanons #blue lock scenarios #blue lock imagines #bllk headcanons #bllk scenarios #bllk imagines

[ahsokathegray]

A Remedy for Memory || Part One

Pairing: Rexsoka

Prompt: Rexsoka Monthly Jan. ‘24 - Accidental First Kiss

Summary: One simple fall causes a certain commander to fall in love with his co-commander all over again. Rex expresses his gratitude to his lover rather affectionately — unaware that he's never done so before, unaware that he and Ahsoka aren't together.

Tags: order 66 didn't happen, temporary amnesia, whump kinda, fake dating kinda, protective brotherly Anakin

Word Count: 4,396

A/N: if you saw the rom com this was inspired by, no you didn't. but fr go watch it, it's called the other zoey! (@rexsoka-monthly)

read on ao3! / masterlist

Present Day

“You’re not nervous, are you?” Sterling asked her, finishing up his inspections. 

Ahsoka took a seat on a stack of crates in the Resolute’s hangar bay, arching a single eyebrow marking at the trooper and smirking in response. 

Vaughn shook his head as he passed by. “Vod, did you really just ask her that?”

“What? The trials are different for every Jedi. She doesn’t know what they’ll ask her to do,” Sterling pleaded his case. 

“I’ll give you a pass since you’re still new around here, Ster,” Vaughn laughed, shooting an apologetically amused glance in Ahsoka’s direction. Sterling’s gaze followed. “There’s nothing the Commander can’t do.”

“I already had it,” she answered the man finally, shrugging her shoulders. 

Sterling’s face was written with confusion. Her answer raised more questions than it answered. “But how—”

His ori’vod clapped him on the back and walked alongside him as they left for the exit, beginning to detail the distressing series of events that had been considered Ahsoka’s trial. 

New footsteps began to echo around her in the now empty hangar and she smiled upon seeing who they belonged to. Rex was heading her way with a lopsided grin, having evidently heard some of the conversation. “Break’s over, Commander. I’m gonna need those crates so I can finish this checklist. You’re sitting on my last set,” he said, pointing first at the crates around her and then to his datapad. 

She swung her feet and tilted her head, waiting to see if he was serious or not, testing the amount of time they might have here together. He was all business. Resting and visiting could come later. For now, they had to finish landing procedures. 

Rex stepped closer and touched his datapad to her knee, waiting. His lips were pink and playful and she had to force herself to look away. 

Okay, so he was mostly business. 

Ahsoka pressed her own lips into a thin line to contain her smile. She failed. “Sure thing, Commander,” she said, hopping up. 

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that,” Rex laughed, shaking his head and checking the final box on his list. 

He then beckoned a passing squad of shinies over, who promptly lifted the remaining crates and left to put them amongst the others that had already been off-loaded into the Coruscant shipyard. His datapad was handed to Ahsoka for double checking and her signature went beside his. 

“And it’s been how many months now?” she teased, falling into a slow stride through the Venator corridors beside her former Captain. It still felt awkward in her mouth when she had to call Vaughn by the title Rex held for so long. Three months had done nothing to erase the strangeness. 

He playfully bumped his arm into her shoulder, causing the already mild blush in her lekku to deepen. “You never did answer Sterling’s question.”

Ahsoka turned to face him, a feigned look of offense on her face. He rolled his eyes in a very Ahsoka fashion and widened them as if to ask the question a second time. “Well, if I had to complete a standard trial, then yes, I would be. But… and you can never tell him this,” she stopped mid sentence. 

Rex held up his free hand in promise and she appeared satisfied, hugging the datapad to her chest. 

“But Master Windu did have a point. It was still a sorry excuse and, as much as we don’t see eye to eye, I would not be as strong a Jedi without having been framed for a murder and then expelled from the Order,” she finished, trailing off at the end and looking as if she’d taken a sip of unfixed caf. 

Rex had long resented the Jedi Master in lieu of the man’s treatment of Ahsoka. She deserved an apology rather than a flimsy excuse. A bad taste formed in his mouth remembering the man’s words to her while they’d been preparing to disembark from Mandalore. 

“But,” she continued, “To answer Sterling’s question for you, yes, I am still nervous about the ceremony portion.”

His brows furrowed at the idea of this strong, competent woman ever being nervous. He very much agreed with Vaughn’s earlier statement. Rex had known Ahsoka long enough now to know that there was nothing she couldn’t do anymore. “You don’t need to be. It’ll be over before you realize it. Besides, I’ve seen you tackle far worse with twice the confidence,” Rex assured her. 

Ahsoka shot him a funny smile, accepting the compliment only because he’d cite his sources if she didn’t. A gentle jab was placed under his ribs with her elbow. 

She then straightened her shoulders as they neared the exit and descended the ramp; Anakin had just shot her a look from amongst the sea of crates. The change in breath in the man next to her told her he’d noticed the same careful look in the General’s eye. 

The few months between delivering Maul to Coruscant and Ahsoka’s pending knighthood ceremony have been a complete shift in gear for the three of them. Besides the war being won, the men reacclimating to Ahsoka’s position in the legion, and the title shifts… the months had not passed quickly. The entire galaxy was experiencing a transition period and they were not excluded from it. 

Though her Master benefited from it greatly, he’d never adjusted to change as easily as everyone else. 

To say the least, Anakin was overjoyed that she had jumped back into things as if she’d never been gone in the first place. That hadn’t dwindled, but his protective eye on her had increased — so fearful that she’d walk away again. 

It took about a month for him to relax. He was in awe of her capabilities and patted himself proudly on the back for a good portion of it. 

But Anakin’s eye had caught new things once he was certain she wasn’t going anywhere. He had, unfortunately, taken a particular notice in the newfound dynamic between his Commanders on the field. 

The arrangement of having Ahsoka and Rex share the title had worked too well. If you ask Anakin, suspiciously well. 

Anakin had always held tightly those who he considered dear to him. Ahsoka knew this about him. Most people did. It had never been his fault — the attachments. To her, it wasn’t a fault at all. Nor was it a flaw. Whether or not it was something he had passed on, however, she had debated greatly since she had been cast from the Order. 

It seemed he had been debating the same. Her soon to be former Master had pulled her aside a few times now concerning Rex. 

Each time he asked, she repeated the same words she knew he wanted to hear. The truth, on the other hand, was kept safely away from his grasp and he knew it, but forced himself not to press so directly. He had brought up Padmé the last time, in hopes of finishing that conversation they’d started when Ahsoka left him on the steps of the temple — if only to bring it back to the topic of the former Captain. 

“He suspects something,” Rex said in a lower voice, bringing her back to the present. 

Ahsoka observed as Anakin exhibited his nervous habit of fiddling with his glove as he conversed with an inventory droid in the shipyard. 

“There’s nothing to suspect,” she countered with a desired resoluteness that she did not achieve.

The man beside her said nothing and she turned to face him, finding that rare look in his eye that was becoming more frequent. “How many times has he cornered you now?” he asked. 

She laughed. “Five. Wanna put credits on a sixth?”

“After the look he just gave you, I’d say there’s no bet to be had. What did he want to know?”

“Same as last time.”

“Think I’ll get asked aside?”

“I’m honestly shocked he hasn’t yet,” Ahsoka answered without hesitation. Her shoulders slumped. “You don’t think that someone…”

It was just one instance. 

Rex’s posture became rigid. “No one saw us.”

Her brow markings met in the middle. “And you’re positive you weren’t followed?”

“I’ve even gone back to check the Tribunal’s security footage. I wasn’t followed and it wasn’t recorded.”

She nodded tightly and pressed onward, keeping Anakin in her peripheral. “We'll have to finish this conversation another time,” she said. 

The man beside her visibly swallowed before collecting himself. “Care to rendezvous later? I think we should talk about it away from listening ears.”

“Please. Tonight?”

“Yes. I’ll comm you. Enjoy your leave and have a good evening, Commander,” Rex wished her with the utmost professionalism. Anakin was within earshot. 

“Thank you, Rex. You as well.”

Her Master’s arms were already crossed and that curious stitch between his brows was present. He’d just opened his mouth to speak when Ahsoka halted and spun on her heel. The datapad clutched in her hands did not belong to her. “Wait, Commander! Your datapad!” Ahsoka shouted from across the shipyard. 

He didn’t turn, the title still sounding foreign to his ears. 

Ahsoka was already moving into a jog after him. “Hey, you forgot your datapad! Rex!”

Only at his name did he turn. 

She wished she hadn’t said it. 

As soon as he met her eyes, a forklift of crates collided into him, knocking him violently to the ground and toppling both the crates and their contents onto his unconscious form. 

“Rex!”

The footsteps of the General and men across the shipyard followed the noise but it was all lost to her. 

Rex’s eyes were closed as she knelt beside him, the shinies operating the vehicle already out and hovered over the scene, removing the crates that had fallen. 

Ahsoka moved between them and they gave her room on Anakin’s orders. Rex just looked asleep. She turned his head, finding the reddening mark where his head collided with the duracrete. It would undoubtedly form a pretty sizable bruise and she wasn’t certain if the lack of blood should trouble her or not. 

Cradling his head, she checked his breathing. Alive and airways unobstructed, yet he still hadn't woken. “Get me Kix now!” she demanded. “He needs a medic! Someone get these crates off of him please!”

Above her, comm chatter buzzed like static and Anakin repeated her orders before jogging off. The fallen crates and their contents were lifted by the forklift operators. Their armor was free of scuffs and unpainted. 

“Karking mirrors,” one of them muttered. “I can’t kill a Commander. Is he going to be okay? He may need mouth to mouth!”

The other shiny nodded furiously. 

“Mouth to mouth?” Ahsoka repeated his words in a breathy shock, her voice not sounding like her own. 

“Yes, sir!”

She didn’t even think to utilize her greatest asset at this moment. Discarding the Force, Ahsoka’s shaky fingers went over his nose and parted his soft lips.  

Not even tears could find her at this moment. She’d never felt such panic. “I’m so sorry, Rex. I should’ve just returned the ‘pad to you later. I should’ve sensed the forklift coming. Please be okay. Kriff, kriff I’m so sorry,” Ahsoka begged under her breath, leaning down. 

“Only because you asked,” Rex coughed as he came to, loud enough only where she could hear.

His eyes cracked open lazily and readjusted to the sun while hers shot wide. One of his hands reached up and wrapped around her bicep as he woke and a crooked smile stretched over his lips. She jumped. “Rex? Are you okay? Can you hear me?” Ahsoka’s trembling fingers became frantic, running over his face and chest.

Anakin reapproached with Kix, Coric, and a few other medics from legions she didn’t recognize. “Ahsoka, how’s he doing?” her Master asked. 

“I can hear you, mesh’la,” Rex winced, his head rolling in her arms. She was busy deciphering what he’d said when his eyes suddenly flew wide. His words came in groans, “Oh, kark me. ‘Soka? What happened?” He was severely out of it. 

“Yes. Yes, it’s me. Ahsoka,” she nodded furiously, making space for Kix. “You fell. It’s all my fault. I’m so sorry.” Tears spilled over her cheeks and splattered onto his chest plate. 

With his instruments at the ready, Kix made a grab for Rex’s shoulder but missed. The fallen Commander lurched forward and both of his arms wrapped around Ahsoka’s middle; she was mid-sigh when his soft lips met her own and a moan escaped his mouth. “‘Soka,” he whispered, words tickling her skin as he scattered lazy kisses along her jaw. 

“Rex,” she gasped. Something akin to shock, terror, and thrill all competed within her. Without looking, Ahsoka could feel Anakin’s eyes burning a hole in her back. 

He’d just kissed her. Rex had just kissed her in front of countless bystanders — in front of Anakin. 

Kix was stunned, looking to his other Commander for answers, whose expression said with perfect clarity that she had no idea what was going on. Ahsoka then remembered she had arms and made a gentle effort to push Rex away, all while he continued his affections. 

It was Coric who was able to shed his shock first and act, getting his hands on the Captain’s shoulder and giving the man a careful push, ceasing Rex’s intimate gratitude.

He made a noise of protest and squeezed Ahsoka’s hip as Kix helped get him flat on the ground. Finally able to breathe again, Ahsoka felt the amount of heat that had gathered in her face and lekku. There was no hiding it. As she caught her breath, she turned to look at her Master who, as of yet, had not said a word. 

The curl of his lip and the stitch between his brows spoke for itself. He’d already made the conclusion that she’d lied to him. Anakin held eye contact for just a moment longer before joining the medics surrounding Rex. 

Her Master hadn’t appeared to even be mad, but rather it was disappointment that clung to his Force signature. Ahsoka dusted herself off and retook her earlier seat on one of the crates, deciding that a disappointed Anakin was far worse than a rampaging one. She’d rather her Master be livid. 

Ahsoka sighed defeatedly and kept her distance as Rex was hoisted onto a gurney and underwent the surface level inspection of all the medics who’d come to assist. They each left one by one, reports in hand, until it was just the boys in blue left. Anakin shot back a final look of disdain and she pretended not to catch it. 

“He’ll be alright then?” Ahsoka asked, taking hold of the railing. A loving hand took her finger. Smiling up at her in awe was a very dazed Rex. 

Coric finished up the eye exam and clicked his flashlight off. “Nothing major by the looks of it. He’ll be fine, Commander. Just a bit out of it at the moment. We’ll take him to the medical wing and sort him out.”

Relief washed over her like an intense high. Rex squeezed her hand. “You’re coming with me, right?”

Ahsoka looked to the medics for the answer. Kix was focused on his Commander’s conjoined hands. 

“Would I be allowed in the operating room?” she asked. 

“Of course, Commander,” said Coric. “It would probably be best to keep him relaxed. He’s more agreeable with you here.”

Rex shot her a mischievous grin she’d never seen him wear. 

It didn’t take long for Kix to assess the full situation. With the tech equipped inside the facility and the assistance of medical droids, they determined rather quickly that Rex had a mild concussion. 

Ahsoka was there for the entire process, sitting on a rigid chair just outside the door. She’d originally been allowed inside, but her presence only distracted Rex while Kix attempted to speak with him. A kind nurse droid brought Ahsoka a chair and told her she could wait outside until they were done. 

When Anakin, Jesse, and Cody arrived, Kix pulled them all aside to deliver the news. 

“It’s only a grade one concussion. He’ll be back to normal within a few days. I’d wait about forty-eight hours or so and have him come back up here so I can check him again. But for the time being, the Commander should be resting until he recovers. Jesse, his responsibilities are now yours. His duties can wait. Though, where he’d normally try to disagree with me on that, the amnesia has him under the impression he’s retired from duty altogether.”

“Amnesia?” Cody asked. “Retired from duty?”

Kix nodded, “Yes. It’s perfectly normal considering the fall he took.” 

Everyone present knew Rex’s condition was a serious one if the man was convinced that he was no longer a soldier. It was difficult to pry him from his desk and mission reports even on leave. More so than any other clone, service was his life blood.

Anakin’s jaw tensed, “And just what’s normal about amnesia?” Her Master didn’t vocalize it, but he rather wanted to know what was normal about Rex thinking he could kiss Ahsoka — amnesia in the equation or not. 

“It’ll clear up in a few days. His memory is just a bit foggy for now. He doesn’t seem to have any recollection of the past few months, so recent events that have taken place may not sound familiar to him. We don’t want to cause him any alarm.”

“Months?” Jesse repeated, stunned. “You mean, he may not even know the war’s been won?”

Again, Kix nodded in confirmation. “I’m afraid so. We need to keep his stress levels at a minimum. Anything that might cause distress or upset needs to be avoided. It could hinder the brain’s recovery process.” 

He then turned to Ahsoka. She had been quiet, allowing those around her to ask all the questions so as to not further the disruption between her and Anakin. 

“Commander?”

Ahsoka’s head jerked as he addressed her specifically. “Yes?”

“Might I speak with you… privately?”

She had an inkling as to what it might be about. 

“No,” Anakin answered for her. The flare in his eyes was impossible not to notice. “If it’s about Rex’s condition then you can say it here.”

Kix was more than familiar with Anakin’s rapidly shifting mood and did not flinch. Everyone present knew how emotional the General could be in comparison to other Jedi, but they still found themselves in a bit of discomfort. Ahsoka ground her teeth together. 

“Alright then,” Kix continued. “The Commander, Rex, seems to be under the impression that…” His confidence dwindled with every word. It seemed to be dawning upon him how severely Skywalker might react to such news. He looked at Ahsoka with the utmost sincerity. “That you and he are involved, sir.”

Her mouth grew dry and she suddenly felt uncomfortable in her own skin. Jesse caught her wandering eye before looking away, keeping his head down. Only Kix noticed the interaction. 

Cody’s brows furrowed together, asking the question that Anakin was too enraged to ask, “What do you mean by ‘involved’, Kix?”

The General crossed his arms and the medic almost flinched that time. “He, uh, seems rather convinced that Commander Tano and himself have an ongoing relationship of the… romantic variety.”

All eyes settled on her, noticing the hitch in her breathing. “I don’t know why he would think that,” she said, sounding far away from herself. “There’s nothing between Rex and I but a workplace friendship. Not anything more.”

No one spoke for several moments, feeling to Ahsoka like several long minutes. It was Jesse who thankfully opened the door for them to leave the tense pocket of air, “Well, the answers will come to us slowly over the next few days. Only time will tell the rest.”

Kix gave a curt nod and released a held breath. Cody did the same and bid them each a good evening, taking his leave to deliver the news to Obi-Wan while Jesse left to relay to the 501st what had occurred, but not before shooting Ahsoka an apologetic look. 

Anakin stayed put. 

She knew the sixth occurrence that she and Rex had discussed not even an hour prior had now arrived. She was rather conveniently cornered and her Master took advantage of the fact. The silence between them was excruciating.  

Ahsoka was the first to speak, already annoyed, “Just go ahead and say it.”

“You lied to me.”

“I didn’t.”

“Ahsoka—”

Her arms dropped helplessly to her sides, “Anakin, you heard Kix. He has amnesia.”

Her Master scoffed, “There’s always a shred of truth to be found left unaccounted for.”

“Don’t quote the sacred texts to me,” Ahsoka crossed her arms defensively. “Are we really having this conversation again? Now? If so, please spare me.”

“Yes, Ahsoka—”

She glanced around the empty corridor and whispered, “How? How can you argue this side with me when you’re married?”

The hurt in her eyes caused his tone to shift. “That’s different. I’m just looking out for you. You’re so young. With an entire life ahead of you. You’re about to be a Jedi Kni—”

“Young?” Ahsoka scoffed, floored at his hypocrisy. “Were you not just nineteen when you got married? Was I not still young when I was cast out of the Order?”

Anakin’s face dropped, always forgetting that his Padawan continued to age in her absence from him. “How did you know that? I never told y—”

“You told Rex,” she said firmly, cutting him off again. “I know he caught the two of you. I know about you using his helmet for comm calls with Padmé. I know that your Master more than suspects a relationship between you and her. And I know that you’ve only started holding onto me so tight because you’re scared. I’m being knighted next week and even though I’ll just no longer be called your Padawan anymore, you still see it as a form of leaving you!”

As soon as the words were spoken, she’d regretted them. She hadn’t meant to come across so harsh.

Anakin digested the impact of her honesty, still getting used to how direct with him she’d been since her return. He stood there with his tongue in his cheek, at a loss for words. 

“Nothing is going on between me and Rex,” Ahsoka reiterated, more calmly this time. “I’m just as confused as you are — as he is. And if I were to be with him in the way he thinks we are, then that’s my choice to make. He’s a loyal friend and an equal. But either way, I have to play the part for the next few days, haven’t I? We can’t break it to him that what he believes isn’t true. He would do the same if it were me and if my health were at risk. I’m not saying you need to make your peace with this Master, but you do have to pretend.”

He did not respond to what she’d said, too proud and too beaten to continue. When he spoke next, it was a dismissal, “Find out what all we need to know before we go speak any further. I’ll wait here.” His chin was pointed to the door and Ahsoka pursed her lips in response, thankful to leave. 

Rex rubbed at the back of his head and Ahsoka winced for him. Though, the amount of painkillers he’d been dosed with, he probably felt very little. She came to sit by his bed and he beamed at her. “How are you feeling?” she asked, telling herself to take his hand affectionately. 

He blushed upwards from the neck as she did so. “Better now that you’re here,” he said. 

Ahsoka shook her head and laughed, “They’ve got you on the good stuff, huh?”

“Your laugh is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”

Well, that was a yes.

“Rex, be serious.”

His expression didn’t change. “I am being serious. It’s my favorite sound in this wide universe. It's one thing I could never forget. But kriff, the way my name sounds on your tongue gives it competition.”

The warmth spreading from the underside of her lekku couldn’t be quelled. Ahsoka found herself in a blinking fit, opening and closing her mouth uselessly as she racked her brain for an appropriate response. 

Before she could, Rex’s affections continued. “I know I’ll remember in a few days, but not everyone is lucky enough to fall in love with the same woman twice. Tell me how I got so lucky so that I can experience it all over again,” he asked, squeezing her hand. 

Ahsoka’s heart lurched in her chest as he let go and patted the space on the bed beside him, moving to make room for her. She couldn’t decide if she hoped Anakin was looking or not.

“Well,” she started, taking a seat in the space he’d made for her. He instantly and visibly relaxed. “Kix said you don’t remember the past few months. What’s the last thing you remember that’s clear?”

His gentle hands couldn’t stay away from her, this time settling on her knee. In a room full of air, both in compressed tanks and out, Ahsoka couldn’t breathe.

“I remember leaving Mandalore, receiving the news of General Kenobi’s success on Utapau. We had just made the jump and still had the full journey back to Coruscant ahead of us. For once in all my years of service, there was nothing left to do. Rumors were circulating amongst the men about the possibility of the war ending soon. I… I remember how hard my heart was beating. I almost went to the med bay. But instead, I left to find you.”

Ahsoka swallowed, “You bumped into me.”

He laughed and his eyes twinkled, “I did. I bumped into you. It was after hours. There wasn’t anyone in the hangar control center but us. The ship was quiet and the only lights came from the hangar below and the control panel behind you. You were looking at me just as you are now.”

“And after that?’ she asked, her voice quiet and her breaths heavy.

Rex slipped his hand just under her jaw.

Yes, Ahsoka hoped very much that her Master was not watching.

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um hello!! im very new to comics, but of the characters I’ve seen so far, I really like Barbara and I was just wondering if you had any comic recommendations on where to start..? its very confusing trying to get into it all, but I’d like to be able to hold a conversation about someone I find interesting with my boyfriend so I can hear him info dump on me more cus he’s deep into dc so :)

Hi!!! That is so sweet omg 😭 Welcome to the weird wonderful world of comics!!! and also i’m so sorry for what I’m abt to throw at you lmao

Since you’ve sent this ask into an Oracle-centric blog, I’m gonna keep this rec list Oracle!Babs-centric (& also encourage my fellow mods to add on if they also have some recs!) I actually don’t have a whole lot of recs for Batgirl!Babs anyways, but I’ll be tagging my gen dc blog at the end in case you’d like to talk abt those or any other characters!

Also before I get Into the recs, I wanna give you some words of encouragement: there’s no right or wrong way to read! You’re also likely gonna have some well a lot of confusion at the beginning, esp bc there will be Events™️ that have ramifications™️ and you’re not always given full context of what’s come before or what’s happening concurrently with what you’re reading. I’ve been doing this for awhile and if I’ve learned anything, it’s that the more that you read & explore, the more fun you’ll have & the more things will usually start to make sense! But it’s all gotta start somewhere first! :D and you’ve def chosen a great character to be your launching point!

Im gonna be hopping around a bit in my recs here but I’ll try to keep it mostly in chronological order. That said, first up:

Suicide Squad (1987) - she appeared semi-regularly starting in #23! This was also her debut as Oracle! I really enjoyed the overall run & would normally highly recommend it, but also want to warn that it’s a pretty heavy read in terms of content itself (canon-typical violence ofc esp for a SuiSq comic, discussions of suicide ideation, period typical stereotyping/‘subversion’ of said stereotypes, but that’s a deeper discussion for a different blog) For that reason, I don’t necessarily recommend it for a first-time reader, esp if you’re wanting to solely focus on Babs. Team books usually aren’t super great when you’re reading for an individual character, in my experience, esp in a case like this where the character isn’t always necessarily part of the team or appears sporadically enough to disrupt the flow of following a storyline.

Birds of Prey (1999) - This team book breaks that prev rule tho, bc Babs is the leader & is in Damn near every issue of this run 😂 There’s several smaller team-ups before the main ‘99 run (BoP:Manhunt, BoP:Wolves, etc), which are also good as a prelude before the main run itself. This will be the longest thing that will give you a LOT to parse through & ymmv with a lot of it. (Dixon & Simone are the most prominent writers for it & without getting Into It they each have their Issues™️ & Crimes™️) It also crosses over with a few events/references others. Imo it’s a good window into what comics are like overall, esp when you get into a longer run with multiple writers at the helm. But it has an added bonus of keeping a pretty small cast at its forefront (for about half the run, it’s solely Babs n Dinah!) It also has a follow-up run in 2010 which is broken up by-

Oracle: The Cure - (technically a 3-issue mini-series but!!!) this one’s a culmination of Oracle & Calculator’s (it’s not rivalry? That can’t be the right word… Uhhh, nemesis-sitch?) from BoP & leads right into bringing Babs back to Gotham in Steph’s Batgirl run as well as the next BoP run I mentioned just a sec ago. It’s what I like to call connective (t)issues lol. Ymmv I think depending on if you’ve read BoP ‘99/TT ‘03 beforehand, but I hadn’t read a lot of TT before reading it at the time, and I enjoyed it a lot!

A couple individual issues I wanna suggest:

Batman Chronicles #5 - Oracle: Year One!!!!! Cannot rec this one enough!!! In lieu of reading Killing Joke (which really only serves Bruce, Joker, Jim Gordon’s characters) read this!!! LICHERALLY her origin in coming into her own as Oracle!!! This one is THE place to start, actually, before you read anything start here 😂

Batman: Gotham Knights #6 - okay, this one is admittedly a self-indulgent rec. Without spoiling the plot, it’s CLASSIC soap-opera level shit. The TENSION at play & the layers of Bruce & Babs dynamic, the messiness of the batfam!!! 👌 *chefs kiss* GK as a run in general too was a LOT of fun for me & Babs is a pretty prominent player in much of it, but this issue rlly takes the cake for me ngl

And to tie it all together for an extra couple of Important Event recs that you’ll run into esp if you pick up BoP first:

Batman: No Man’s Land - okay, this event was a Behemoth. It’s a LOT to read, but it is REALLY good imo as a launching point for where Bat-comics were at the start of the millennium. Babs takes the narrative role SO many times throughout & she rlly comes into her own by becoming a linchpin for the info system she builds for the batfam. Again, I don’t wanna discourage you when I say it’s a Long read, bc it’s well worth it imo, but also 100% okay to skip when you’re just starting out! It’s a big time sink!

Batman: Officer Down - okay put away the meme forJUST A SEC, our old friend Jim Gordon’s been shot & it’s up to Batma- oh wait bruce sulks by Jim’s bedside while Babs rallies the troops and GETS SHIT DONE to find who shot her dad? INTERESTING 🧐 In all seriousness tho, & compared to NML, this is a much easier bite-sized event that can give you a taste of what Event/crossoverComics™️ are generally like 👍

Bruce Wayne: Murderer?/Fugitive - okay so, take that same energy of the batfam having to Put In The Work to help Bruce out & flip it around bc now Bruce is the Main Suspect. The drama, the Intrigue™️. Pretty much everyone in the fam gets a moment to shine & this is def peak of how Babs fits into the fam during this era. This one runs a bit on the longer side & babs is again, more of a support role here, but god damn I loved it a lot!

I feel like I’m obligated to at least Mention Batman: War Games, mostly to note that it finally shakes the foundation of Oracle being the batfam’s main support (her CLOCKTOWER gets nerfed in this event 😭) If you read all of BoP and skip over this event & then are confused abt why Babs is suddenly being ejected from Gotham, just remember that her clocktower gets blown up, Steph dies, Bruce n Babs have a falling out & that’s basically why Babs starts flying around the country & settles in Metropolis for a bit instead of going back to Gotham. I reread this event at least once a year bc it gave me brainworms, I can not in good conscience recommend it to anyone bc no one understands her (War Games) like i do 💕 Godspeed if you decide to read it o7

Other recs/mentions:

Batgirl (2000) - okay if you end up reading NML, you’ll be introduced to Cass in it, & this run picks up with her. Babs is in it a LOT at the beginning as supporting cast to Cass (up to War Games ofc, but I won’t say much more abt that lol) I’m ngl, when I was trying to get more into comics, this run was what HOOKED me

Batgirl (2009) - so in a similar vein, Babs also features as a support for Steph too in her batgirl run. It’s… different from Cass’ run, but I also rlly love this one too. And also am forever bitter that the Batgirls run didn’t realize their potential BUT WE’RE NOT GETTING INTO THAT HERE.

Gonna mention Batman: Gotham Knights one more time bc again, while Babs isn’t a main focus, I think it’s rlly good at tying the batfam together during that era & giving a reader glimpses into other characters/dynamics. I think I got more out of it after I had read a few other runs from this time period (namely Robin, Azrael & some prominent stuff with Huntress), but can also see it as a potential launching point for new readers too 👍 if you wanna get more into the batfam/Batman but are intimidated by the Big Runs, this can potentially be a good bridge!

Gonna rapid fire mention that Babs as Oracle has a lot of appearances in Robin (93), Nightwing (96), JLA (96), Azrael (95) and obvsly Batman/Detective Comics from the 90s into 00s. I’ve read a few of these runs, and ymmv depending on how attached you may get to certain characters. But that’s what comics is all about! Getting attached and exploring other characters n teams n stuff!

A Gen note that I wanna end on: I wasn’t exaggerating when I said earlier abt how the more you read the more you’ll have fun. I can’t even begin to count the number of times that I’ve read something from a 90s/00s comic & was essentially jumpscared by a sudden Oracle cameo that I wasn’t expecting! She pops up in so many things throughout the universe at the time!!! She was THE info broker for all the supers!!! It makes me so insane that DC threw that all away to magi-cure her and demote her back to batgirl when she had grown so much 😭

anyways I hope you have fun!!! And again if you’re ever looking for other recs my more Gen dc blog is @dyketectivecomics! If my fellow mods or anyone else have some recs to add or to dispute haha, I’ll be tagging this so others can see/rb/reply to add their recs too 👍

Okay! \o/ that’s all I got for now! Happy reading anon!!!!

#barbara gordon #oracle #oracle day #birds of prey #reading rec #~randy #added a cut bc length 👍 and to add a warning that this isn’t just a list #I wanted to include some commentary bc having a reading list is good sometimes #but also having a Guide™️ is what I’m ultimately aiming for when I’m curating my lists now in 2024 #esp bc I’m gonna be revamping the duke list soon but THATS a convo for the duke blog 😂 #okay enough tag rambles. I hope this helps anon! sorry it took a Hot Sec! #you sent this right as the holidays were swinging at me full force 😭

[x-neurodivergent-reader]

Learning From You (Loki x Autistic!Reader) - Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Learning From Him (coming soon)

Anon’s request: “What ab the first time loki meets an autistic person, and at first he says some kind of offensive stuff but hes not overtly ableist (he’s just confused) but he wants to learn more and eventually they get close?”

Summary: When he first met you, Loki assumed that you were merely a shy, but polite person. But as he spends more time around you and notices your differences, not only do you challenge those preconceptions, but you show him that even a mortal can teach him something new.

A/N: It’s finally here! Despite the long wait between the last chapter and this one, I hope everyone who’s read this fic has enjoyed it. I also have a little extra thing that I’ve started writing, for which I’ll be posting a preview in a bit, so keep an eye out if you’re intrerested!

The reader here is gender-neutral.

Content warnings: Mentions of meltdowns, mentions of the Battle of New York, feelings of insecurity and self-doubt from both Loki and reader.

Tag list: @agent-barnes40 @christineblood

Attending one of Tony’s charity events wasn’t quite what Loki had planned to do for the evening, but he was dragged into it by his brother for the sake of maintaining his “reformed” image.

He did a decent job of appearing less exhausted with the noisy attendees around him than he felt, although he would have preferred to let his actions as an Avenger speak for themselves – especially since, despite Thor’s assurances to the contrary, his presence clearly wasn’t going to boost his rocky reputation. The evening was spent with him either sticking to the sidelines to avoid any attention, or with Thor attempting to drag him into conversations to boast about his little brother’s improvement, with people who were very clearly still wary of him.

Loki appreciated the effort, he supposed, but he truly would have rather just spent the evening in his room.

Between how awkward everything had been for him so far, and Loki being someone who was used to spending his time either by himself, or with a select few whom he found bearable, there came a point where he absolutely needed to go somewhere less hectic to breathe. Luckily, there were others in the tower – including the exact person he hoped to visit – who had moments where they felt the same, so Tony had a designated quiet room for exactly that.

You had spent the entirety of the party in that room, allowing for you to stay away from the noisy crowds and potentially chaotic drunks, while being within a reachable distance for any of your friends who wanted to chat with you, or even just make sure you were all right. If Thor had noticed just how unhappy he was at the party a lot sooner, Loki would have already visited you, himself.

He ordered a glass of water for you from the bar – just in case you needed a drink – and with the partygoers becoming a little tipsy, it was finally easier for him to slip away unnoticed.

Stepping into the quiet room, Loki found you sitting on the milk-white couch that curved around the coffee table in the centre, a weighted blanket in your favourite colour spread over your knees as you read a book – one that he had recommended to you, he noticed, with a warmth blooming in his chest. You looked up as you noticed someone entering the room, and smiled brightly when you saw that it was him.

“Hi, Loki…” You greeted him, before your eyes widened when you both heard the sound of a glass shattering and someone yelling from the next room. “…what the hell was that?”

Loki didn’t need to look back out into the party to know, quickly yet carefully closing the door behind him to escape it, and approaching the area where you sat. “Thor – enjoying himself a little too much, evidently.”

You quietly thanked him as he handed you the glass of water, and took a sip while he sat down next to you, careful not to sit on your blanket. He had noticed that you aren’t fond of people touching your things, so he waited a few seconds for you to move part of it away, so he had room to relax against the velvet cushions.

Over the past several months since you had met, you had easily become his favourite person to talk to in the tower – while small talk and other social norms didn’t always come easily to you, he felt comfortable around you. He felt secure in the fact that you never had any malicious intentions towards him, as he talked with you about various little things in that space away from the festivities.

It had been a long time since he’d had someone he could truly relax and enjoy his time with. While he had tried not to let you get too close up to this point, he was feeling more and more like his growing trust in you wasn’t misplaced.

He hoped you would never prove him wrong.

Of course, after a while, you had to ask about the situation he had come to you to escape from, as you worried about how long you had been keeping him. You took another sip from your drink before asking, “You were hanging around Thor tonight, weren’t you? Does he know you’re in here?”

“I certainly hope not,” Loki deadpanned, “he has been parading my efforts around all night, as though they would matter to anyone. I had to get away from it.”

Your gaze softened, empathetic yet saddened by his words, as you set the glass next to your book on the dark coffee table in front of you. “It sounds like he’s proud of you, at least. But I can see how it feels bad to not get the response he’s trying to encourage.”

“Indeed.” Loki crossed his arms, sighing as he leaned back into the cushion behind him. “He means no harm, but it’s pointless. Few people on this planet would be willing to look past how I destroyed New York, none of them would want me to be their saviour, and I can hardly blame them. It’s naïve of him to expect that they would see ever see me as an equal to the Avengers, no matter how many missions I go on to protect them…”

Loki trailed off, taking a breath to calm his slowly growing agitation. As much as he liked you – no matter how strange that still felt to admit to himself – he had never told you about why he did the things that he did. You knew nothing about his true heritage, or Thanos’ influence, or the sheer amount of mental turmoil he was enduring the whole time.

He never brought up most of it to anyone. Not only because it would be seen as him making excuses, but also because he simply didn’t feel ready to delve into it yet. Perhaps he would open up to you in time, but for now, he would keep the specifics to himself.

“…but still. There is no point in dwelling on it. Especially since it turned out that not everyone feels that way.” He smirked at you, hoping to ease the tension the conversation had started to carry. “It could certainly be worse, all things considered.”

“I guess…” Your fingers fidgeted with the blanket thoughtfully, as though you were trying to think carefully about how to word your thoughts. “…people are within their right to not forgive you, but I think you deserve to have your efforts to help people be seen, too. You’ve worked really hard and done a lot of good since you came back to Earth, so you deserve more credit.”

Loki swallowed the lump that started to form in his throat, looking away as he shifted awkwardly against the ivory-coloured cushions. While he wouldn’t expect you to discredit those who were affected by his past actions, he found himself struck by the sheer honesty in your statement – how, despite everything, you genuinely believed that he deserved a chance, and were more than willing to say it aloud.

Not many people throughout his life would have done the same.

“…Thank you.” He murmured, feeling unable to formulate a better response in that moment. He hoped the heat in his cheeks – whether from embarrassment or something else – wasn’t visible to you.

“Of course,” you replied, looking down at the soft material in your lap, “it really sucks to feel like nobody believes in you, so I want you to know that I do.”

Loki furrowed his eyebrows as he looked back up at your averted gaze, his wariness about where the conversation could go shifting into concern for you, and the implications you, perhaps unintentionally, brought forward.

“You’ve felt like this, too?” He asked, and your eyes widened, as though you realised that you had said too much. He felt his heart sink when you shrunk in on yourself and nodded reluctantly. “Why? Your skills are valuable, and you seem well-liked. People clearly appreciate you.”

You looked embarrassed about the conversation now being directed at your own insecurities, as your body started to rock gently, though whether it was to soothe your own nerves or simply out of instinct, Loki couldn’t tell.

“Those things don’t matter if something happens to make me overwhelmed. Especially in a job like this – it could take just one wrong move to cause something to happen that turns me into a liability. Something like, say… having my earpiece knocked off in a fight…” You looked down, fingers timidly fiddling with the blanket in your lap.

Loki’s face softened, understanding where your feelings were coming from. He recalled how shaken you were after Natasha’s lecture that had followed that particular mission – hearing her say how you, or someone else, could have gotten hurt because you decided to split off without warning. He remembered the anger he felt on your behalf when he saw you slip away to somewhere quieter, knowing that you were likely about to have a second meltdown.

No matter how much time had passed since then, all he could think about that situation was that you deserved better. And after everything you had said and done for him, he refused to let you go any longer without hearing it.

“Perhaps there are moments where you can become… compromised,” he admitted, “but that does not make you a liability. If the right people didn’t think you were capable enough to work in the field, you would never be allowed to. You needing those accommodations doesn’t change that.” Loki glanced away from you, as though averting his eyes would shield you both from the vulnerability. “You deserve for people to believe in you, too.”

You smiled shyly, thanking him quietly enough that he almost didn’t hear it. It was recognisable that you weren’t entirely used to hearing such things be said so openly, either – almost as much as Loki wasn’t used to saying them.

His willingness to try and do so, he realised, reflected just how much he did care for you.

Loki decided to stay in that room with you for the rest of the evening; the festivities would always go on without him. Regardless of whether or not anyone else cared about his presence at the party, or his validity as an Avenger, it didn’t matter to him for the rest of the night. Your appreciation was enough to ensure that.

You saw Loki for who he truly was, and he felt like he knew you in the same way. He has and will continue to learn many things from you, and he has accepted and respected you with your differences, rather than in spite of them.

While he didn’t feel ready to fully open up about himself yet, and would continue to deny the chance to for some time, deep down he hoped that, should he confide in you about his own differences, you would accept them, too. It was a dangerous thing to want, but once again, you had given him reason to have faith in you.

For now, however, you both simply talked about anything and everything else, until the celebrations died down.

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[enchantingjacarandas]

Clumsy

Pairing: Lee Know | Minho / Han | Han Jisung

Tags: High School AU, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Getting Together, Accident Prone Jisung

Other Sites to Read on: Ao3 or Wattpad

Words: 3,759

A/N: I hope you enjoy the photos. I was losing my mind on finding pictures that fit the story while also making an aesthetically appealing collage.

Scissors made the only noise in the room, as the students continued working hard. Jeongin and Jisung were staying after class to help their math teacher decorate and prepare materials for her room. She had just gotten halfway through the multitude of stacked tests on her desk.

“Okay guys, I’m gonna run to the restroom real quick, I’ll be back in a little bit.” She proceeded to swiftly exit the room. 

Jisung turned to Jeongin. “Do you really think she’ll give us extra credit for helping her?”

“I sure hope so,” Jeongin sighed, “I haven’t gotten a one hundred on any math tests this year, so I kinda need it.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly at his failure.

“True you definitely do need it,” Jisung joked.

Jeongin clicked his tongue and went back to cutting out the laminated papers. Jisung placed down his finished cutouts. Having nothing else to do, Jisung’s mind started to wander. He recently had his eyes on someone he saw Seungmin talking to in the hallway. Jisung was pretty sure his name was Minho, and Minho appeared to be close to Seungmin. The sight of Minho laughing at something Seungmin said replayed in his head. 

Jeongin rolled his eyes. “Hey! Don’t just stare off into space!”

Jisung blinked away his thoughts. “Oh sorry Innie, I didn’t even realize.”

Jeongin slightly shook his head at the nickname. “Staple this border she wanted on the wall.” Jeongin pointed towards the wall the teacher spoke about earlier.

Jisung grabbed the border saying, “This thing?” He then glanced up at the wall. “But you’re taller. Why don’t you do it?” 

“It's your punishment for zoning out,” Jeongin narrowed his eyes.

Jisung knew he was mad so decided not to argue more. “Fine.” Looking around for a way to reach the top part of the wall Jisung said, “Hmmmm I guess I can use this chair.”

Jeongin looked at the chair in question. “It looks a little unstable, are you sure? You know how accident prone you are.”

Jisung stared at the chair once again. “It will be fine.” He got up on the chair, slowly standing up. “Look, I’m already on it.” He pulled a superhero pose on the chair in question, in order to further prove his point.

Jeongin sighed, “I guess”.

Minho was pissed, how could the teacher sign him up for something so stupid? He stormed through the school hallways heading for the underclassmen wing. Finally finding her classroom, he abruptly opened the door getting ready to yell at the teacher. Instead, he only saw two underclassmen. 

A startled Jisung screamed as he fell from the chair to the floor, landing on his butt. He angrily thought, “who the hell barges in here like-'' but his thoughts were cut off when he looked in the doorway seeing Minho. He just stood there in the doorway, and Jisung couldn’t figure out how to look away. He studied him making sure not to forget a single detail of Minho. The guy he had been desperately trying to get a better view of through his memories.

Minho was alarmed at the scene in front of him. He moved forward to help the fallen boy, stopping when the boy’s head tilted up to look at him. All of his thoughts vanished as his eyes locked onto Jisung’s. His anger dissipated. Minho was pulled back to reality when Jeongin cleared his throat.

He moved to help Jisung up while apologizing. “I shouldn’t have been so aggressive-” He dragged out the last word at the sight before him. Jisung had quickly scrambled to get up off the floor as Minho got closer. Minho was confused by the strong reaction. Had he really scared this boy that much? Fearing that that might be the case, Minho decided it was maybe time for him to leave.

“I just came here to talk to the teacher, but I’ll go wait outside for her.” Minho gave a slight nod to the underclassmen as he left the room.

Jisung thought to himself, “His even more handsome close up”.

Jeongin rolled his eyes. “I know what that look means.”

Jisung tried to rebut saying, “Well, it’s just nice to have someone who seems warm. Instead of you always being annoyed and cold with me.” He stuck his tongue out at Jeongin.

Jeongin smirked, “If you think I can be cold you should see Minho”.

“I’m telling you, he definitely was looking at you.” Chan said, smiling at Jisung. Jisung was walking in between Changbin and Chan as they headed to their next classes.

“As much as I would like to believe that, in times like this we must be realistic.” Jisung had stated with a sad frown. He truly did want to believe it, he just simply couldn’t.

Every time Jisung spotted Minho it’s not like he’d give Minho much of a chance to convince him otherwise. He mainly spent his time running away from Minho. He was way too nervous of doing the wrong thing. So, rather than doing something wrong, his solution was to just run away from the situation entirely. It wasn’t the best way to go about things, but it seemed like the best way to avoid getting hurt for Jisung.

“You know he is in mine and Chan’s grade level.” Changbin turned to Jisung. “I could always put in a good word for you.” Changbin raised his eyebrows up and down suggestively while getting closer to Jisung.

Jisung’s eyes widened. “Don’t you dare do anything!” 

Chan being the mediator he was, he decided to try to make a compromise for both sides. “I have several classes with him, if you ever want to know anything just ask.” Chan leaned closer to Jisung. Being in between the two boys Jisung started getting squished. 

Jisung smiled. “Okay I’ll let you know.” It felt nice to know his friends only wanted the best for him.

Jisung had been walking his whole life, and yet he somehow failed to succeed in walking just then. He was attempting to put his back foot forward when, because of his friends almost crushing him, his back foot hooked on his other foot. Making him fall forward when his legs had become one.

Changbin laughed at his friend toppling over. For it was quite amusing how sudden and fast Jisung had made contact with the floor. Suddenly, Chan cut him off seeing that the fall had been in front of the very man they were discussing earlier. 

Jisung looked up at the man. As he registered Minho was in front of him his eyes soon grew wide. Jisung fumed inside his head. “Why does this happen every time?”

Minho attempted to start a conversation. “Umm hey,” Minho awkwardly gave a smile trying to appear less scary.

“Hey,” Jisung softly spoke, before quickly sprinting down the hall. 

The group left behind could faintly hear a teacher yell. “No running in the halls!”

Minho stood still in place. He tried not to let himself get too down, acknowledging the progress made. “Well at least he said a word to you.” A small smile spread across his face at that thought. Even if it was just microscopic progress, they were still moving forward.

The group stood there a few more seconds processing the situation, before Chan cleared his throat. “Well Minho, you wanna walk to our next class together?”

Minho, still looking in the direction where Jisung disappeared, slowly replied, “yes”.

After they had walked to class and sat in their normal seats Minho decided to ask the question that was burning on his mind. “So who was that guy?”

Chan was puzzled for a moment, then it hit him. “You mean the guy that fell for you?” Chan mentally kicked himself at his slip up. “I mean, the guy that fell in front of you.”

Minho tilted his head. “Yeah, him…”

Chan gave a nervous chuckle, “That’s just Jisung”.

Inquisitiveness quickly infected Minho. “Are you guys close?”

“Yeah, me and Changbin hang out with him quite often. He helps us with producing music.” Chan paused. “You normally aren’t too interested in people, unless…” He trailed off making the last word seem more like a question.

“I mean he does seem quite interesting,” Minho then glanced away as he finished his statement. “and cute.” Chan gave a suggestive look. This was too good.

Minho decided to tell Chan what he was really worried about. “He always seems to run away when I’m around though. I think he might think I’m scary.”

Chan could’ve said the real reason why Jisung always runs, but he decided to just tip toe around the truth.“I think he might be a little intimidated, but you tend to have that effect on people.” Chan hoped to lighten the mood by saying the last part in a joking manner.

Minho let out his frustrations with a sigh. “I know.”

Chan put on a teasing smile. “Oooh you know?”

“Don’t start that.” Minho hoped that he had the wrong idea and Chan was just talking about something else. Still Chan continued. 

Leaning closer to Minho at said, “We know”.

Minho rolled his eyes.

“Lee Know,” Chan said, while his arm went outwards towards Minho, and his hands shaking like jazz hands.

“Do you really have to bring that old rap up? This is why I don’t hang out with you and Changbin anymore.”

Chan put his hand over his heart and pretended to be hurt. “Cold, but fare. In all seriousness, if you’re worried about coming across as scary, maybe you should stop using words like that.” Minho thought about Chan’s advice, maybe he did need to choose better language.

“You came!” Felix hugged Minho. “I’m so excited!”

Minho accepted the hug and chucked at Felix’s enthusiasm. “Hey, I would never miss your birthday party, come on!” 

Felix pulled away from the hug and looked at Minho giving a slight frown. “Still I heard that you’ve been under the weather.” 

“huh?” 

Felix explained himself, while being a little confused as to why Minho didn’t know what he was talking about. “Changbin said you caught some sort of disease, and something about not taking his advice for a cure.”

Minho closed his eyes out of frustration. “It’s just a weird joke we have.” Minho tried to give a convincing smile. Thinking about how to get revenge, he asked Felix a seemingly innocent question. “Speaking of your boyfriend, where is he exactly?” 

“Oh he's already here along with a few others, we are just waiting for Hyunjin.” Felix motioned towards the living room.

Minho smiled, handing him the bag in his hand. “Here is your gift as well.”

Felix accepted the gift and held it close. “Hyung! You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“I couldn’t not get you anything for your birthday.” 

Felix smiled big as he spoke. “Still I really appreciate this gift. I'll go put it with the others, see you later.” He waved as left the room. Minho was happy his gift was being appreciated, but didn’t think it was that big of a deal.

“Bye” Minho waved back. Then when Felix turned around he cracked his knuckles. He was ready to greet Changbin with an evil grin plastered on his face. Entering the living room Minho glared at Changbin while he spoke through his teeth. “Why did you tell Felix I have a disease?”

Changbin’s face lit up as he laughed saying, “You do! You are love sick”.

“And why is that Felix’s concern?”

Changbin decided to clear up Minho’s worries. “Listen, it accidentally slipped out. I had to try to cover it up.” He then leaned closer to Minho hoping to prevent anyone from overhearing. “Also you normally don’t take long, letting people know how you feel. I thought you would already have it all figured out by now.”

Minho clicked his tongue. “Well, I haven’t gotten alone time with him yet.” In fact he hadn’t gotten any time with Jisung. Just the occasional bump in the hall or a quick wave. Jisung normally sprinted in the other direction before, much progress could be made. Minho instead got to know Jisung through little observations, times when Jisung wasn’t aware of his presence. Most of it made Minho more lonely. He seemed to talk so freely to others, while with Minho they were moving at a snail's pace, if that.

Changbin consulted him, patting his shoulder. “Are you gonna do anything today then?”

“Today?”

“Don’t you know Jisung is here, at this party?” He greeted Felix with a smile as he entered the room with Hyunjin. “Him and Felix are good friends.”

Minho blinked at the new information. Seeing his boyfriend was now free, Changbin headed towards him. Hyunjin acknowledged Chan with a nod and started to quietly talk about some sort of surprise for Felix.

Jisung was talking with Jeongin when he noticed Minho. 

Panic spread through him as he whispered yelled at Jeongin. “Shit! Why didn’t you tell me Minho would be here! I’ve got to figure out how to avoid him.”

Jeongin raised his eyebrows. “Why is that?”

“Because, I always do something embarrassing in front of him. Remember when I fell off the chair.” Jisung was bouncing his leg out of nervousness. 

Jeongin smiled at the memory of his friend getting startled. “Yeah, but it was kinda funny seeing you all panicked and flustered.” He poked Jisung’s side trying to get the man to loosen up. Jisung narrowed his eyes at Jeongin’s lame attempts to ease his pain. “Listen Huyng, it’s probably not as bad as you think.”

Jisung glanced up once again at the boy they were talking about. He froze upon seeing Minho’s eyes lock directly onto his. Jisung decided to try to hide behind Jeongin. Knowing it was pointless to resist, Jeongin let him hide.

Minho, seeing that Jisung was still avoiding him, decided maybe he should just give him space. After all, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Seungmin pulled him away from his thoughts.

“I heard that someone's got a crush.” Minho sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. If Seungmin knew that meant he had been super obvious. 

“Oh. That means I’m right.” Seungmin looked around the room. “Alright, where is he? Let’s have a conversation with him.” Minho giggled, he knew Seungmin would never actually cross the line.

Jisung saw how close Minho and Seungmin were. His mind wondered if the two of them had something going on. Had he been delusional this whole time? He had known that the two boys were always close, but Minho was smiling while also acting somewhat embarrassed. It looked like the same way Jisung felt when he saw Minho, yet Minho wasn’t looking at him, he was looking at Seungmin.

Jisung’s attention was soon grabbed by Hyunjin as he gripped his shoulder. “Alright, I set everything up. Changbin is currently distracting him. When Seungmin hits the lights, you come in with the cake.”

At the mention of Seungmin, Jisung decided to glance up where Minho used to be. Not seeing either guy he looked around a bit more. Spotting Minho talking to Chan, he felt relief wash over himself.

Hyunjin nudged him, “Hey Seungmin is by the light switch, so hurry up and go.” 

Jisung quickly disappeared from the room heading for the kitchen. When the lights went out and the living room was dark, he entered. Jisung beamed as he carried the candle lit cake towards Felix. The light flickered all around the group as everyone huddled close.

Minho scanned everyone wondering if anyone else saw a problem with this. The fact that all his interactions with Jisung resulted in the boy toppling over, he started to worry. Seeing no one around him was on alert he decided to just brush it off. He shook off the thoughts, as he put himself back in the moment. 

After everyone sang happy birthday to Felix. He closed his eyes and he blew out the candles making a wish. Seungmin went towards the lights, turning them back on. Changbin cupped Felix’s face in his hands and leaned in to kiss him. 

“Yuck!” Hyunjin pulled out his classic disturbed face at the PDA in front of him. He tried to back away from the romantic situation. When he ended up accidentally bumping into Jeongin. Who was not expecting to get hit with anything, completely fell over heading straight for Jisung. Causing Jisung to think of a quick action in order to save the cake. He was too fast with his movements and the cake quickly left his hands and went to the air as he toppled over.

The cake, flying up in the air and had everyone entranced wondering where it would land. It started heading straight for Minho. Possibly out of shock or just pure lack of care he stayed completely still. He just simply closed his eyes as the cake landed straight on his face. The cake then crumbled the rest of it sliding to his shoulders and the floor around him. Minho’s face was covered in frosting and chunks of cake. 

His hands went to his eyes, as he wiped off the gunk so he could open them. Gazing around towards the rest of the group it seemed like most of them were waiting for him to react. Minho was not the type to make a big deal out of an accident.

He tried to quelch their concerns. “No need to panic, it's just a cake.”

A small pout appeared on Felix’s lips as he stared at the cake. It’s unlikely that anyone walking into the room would call it a cake though, they would likely just call it a mess. Seeing the pout on his boyfriend’s face, Changbin quickly pulled him into a hug. 

Changbin patted Felix’s head as he tried to comfort him. “It will be fine, it's only a cake I will get you a better one.” 

As they continued to hug, Hyunjin suggested an alternative. “Let’s go all out for ice cream!” Jeongin lit up, enthusiastically nodding at the idea.

Seungmin gestured towards the mess. “But first Minho should get cleaned up.”

Chan took the lead of clean up duty. “Let’s also clean up the floor, I’ll go get towels from the kitchen.”

Jisung’s face slowly turned more and more red, staring in shock at Minho covered in the mess he made. “Minho, I'm so sorry!” Minho took a few seconds to process the situation. He just stood there frozen. When Jisung touched his face with a napkin Minho unfroze.

He calmly spoke. “Don’t worry, I’ll go get cleaned up in the bathroom.” Then abruptly disappeared towards the restroom.

Changbin saw the perfect set up. “Jisung, you should help him clean up.”

Jisung crunched the napkin in his hand. Would it really be okay to follow Minho? Would it just be weird if he helped? Although, he did make the mess in the first place. Jisung’s eyes panned around the room hoping to find an answer. Chan entered the room and filling in the blanks he nodded at Jisung. He was assured that the right thing was to follow Minho.

He stood outside of the bathroom, took a deep breath and then opened the door. At the sight before him his breath spilled back out into the open. Minho was without a shirt on. The cake was still covering his face, but that only drew more attention to his exposed upper body. Compared to his face in the mirror his back was so spotless. It looked so clean, smooth, and inviting.

Minho, seeing Jisung through the mirror, questioned his intentions. “Are you here to help?” Minho put his attention back to the mirror pulling cake out of his hair.

Jisung lightly shook his head to get rid of the nasty thoughts. “Yeah,” he grabbed the hand towel sitting on the edge of the sink counter. “Here, lean over the sink and I’ll help you.”

Minho softly smiled as Jisung wet the rag and pieces of cake fell into the sink. Maybe Jisung wasn’t scared of him. Minho looked at Jisung’s eye as they forced on getting the cake off his face. Even if this moment was temporary, Minho felt lucky for just being a part of it. Jisung was also in bliss, but tried to focus on the task in front of him. He wondered if he should go slow with cleaning Minho’s face, that way this moment would last just a little bit longer.

Minho decided to speak up in hopes a conversation would make Jisung take longer. He scanned around the room and saw his shirt on the counter. “Do you think you could ask Seungmin to get me an extra shirt when you're done here?”

Jisung sank a little, “Yeah.” he paused then asked the burning question on his mind. “Are you two together?”

“Ew no,” Minho made a face like he had just eaten the sourest lemon on planet earth. 

“Ah that’s good.” Jisung couldn’t hide his smile at the news. He looked up, seeing Minho’s blank face he attempted to remedy the situation. “I mean…” In the end Jisung couldn’t figure out how to save himself. The words only served to grow Minho’s confidence. They were alone together so, now was as good of a time as any.

“Listen Jisung, I have something important to tell you.” Minho bit his lip. No matter how many times someone asks out someone they really like, it never gets easier. “I was wondering if after tonight’s party you’d wanna hang out. Just the two of us. Like a date or something?”

Jisung’s lit up, smiling at Minho. “I’d love that!” He then looked down as he confessed what had been bothering him. “If I’m being honest, I thought I was utterly embarrassing myself in front of you, cause I’m such a clutz.”

Minho laughed at the honesty, just another thing to love. “I thought it was really cute.” Minho smiled, remembering how adorable and flustered Jisung would be when he fell. Thinking more Minho tilted his head. “Although, is that why you ran away every time? I thought you were scared of me or something.”

Jisung sheepishly smiled. “Well, I was kind of scared.” Jisung couldn’t look at Minho anymore as he said the next words. “But it’s because I really like you.”

Minho smiled, he hoped that this dork would stay in his life forever. “I really like you too.”

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A/N: It seems like minsung has won once again. Thank you for everyone who voted in the poll I really appreciate the help. Going to end up posting them in order from most votes to least votes. Thank you so much for reading and supporting me!

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[bushwater3]

There's always online help and sometimes, help comes from overseas, and can be particularly helpful to unlock video content

It was impossible for normal computer users to install an VPN connection directly into their router 20 years ago. This would have allowed them to make Netflix or Amazon pretend they were in a different country and then unlock the original content of video that is only available to these countries. This is an impressive feat of technology, however, anyone can accomplish it today with enough determination and desire. You could end up throwing away your router if you mess around with the hardware on that level. Two routers I've personally destroyed. One of them was stuck for a long time updating, the other one won't turn on after I reset the flash bios. It is a fact that I usually employ a different tool-set if I want to unblock a video on the internet. VPN is effective, but it might be slow for 4K. It can also be unreliable. switch you IP every couple of minutes and confuse your source of video. The videos that are restricted to a specific country making it hard to stream music from other regions of the globe. Uploaders may want to keep the music to their home countrymen or don't have rights to license other sources other than the original source. In these cases my top three picks include Keepvid. Flvto, Y2mate and Flvto. They always come up with a solution from the three. I'll move to the next one if one does not work. I don't use them in a specific order, sometimes three of them are opened in a different browser window, so I just start from there. Each website has their own benefits in different situations and various geo-locations. It is great because it lets proxying be used for downloading videos, which can be quite useful at times. It also can convert Youtube videos to MP3 format and mp4, download speeds are fast, and in general Y2mate is the most visited website in this field worldwide. It ranks among the top 200 of the most popular websites and you'll know they are doing something right, if people keep coming back. The site is also very reliable I'm able to attest to that. Flvto replaces Y2mate if it doesn't work. It is also compatible with Youtube as well as other websites. Fltvo is fast to download, it can handle massive Youtube playlists and also has a integrated Youtube search. This makes it very useful when I can't remember the URL of the video or do not know where to find it. It's now clear the answer - Flvto can help you with its search feature that also includes auto-suggest, that works great for your area, offering current search tags that are trending for suggestions. Isn't that cool?

Keepvid finally joined the group. However, I don't use it that often as the other sites tend to address all the issues. Keepvid remains the only site to download full length Twitch videos. I looked on the web for alternatives but couldn't find it. Applications cease to be effective and there are a lot of websites that claim to be able to do this but don't succeed. Keepvid does it flawlessly. It is able to download popular videos from Youtube playlists. mp3 playlist However, it comes with many redirects. Recently, there were many advertisements that came from outside. These ads don't appear until you're downloading your video. But, this isn't something I find bothersome so I tend to use Flvto and the other two websites.

#download youtube video #y2mate

[cosmoclovii]

Danganronpa doodles but they get progressively more cursed

#i swEAR I’LL DO THE SHIP ASKS BECAUSE THEY’RE ALL SUPER CUTE #danganronpa #danganronpa art #art #fanart #danganronpa 1 #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa 3 #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa killing harmony #(tagging in order of appearance just in case you’re confused) #korekiyo shinguji #gundham tanaka #chihiro fujisaki #byakuya togami #kazuichi soda #kazuichi souda #makoto naegi #miu iruma #fuyuhiko kuzuryu #fuyuhiko kuzuryuu #the chihiro one is a reference of the gender debate imsorry

[dailytatsu]

Hello! I saw request were open so i was wondering if i could request some headcanons of the Archons and/or the Adepti meeting a God reader who is the God of Chaos and destruction. The reader is not a Archon tho and travels all over Teyvat cuz small bits of destruction were ever they go. They're pretty mischievous and somewhat smug but despite how they act they're actually a good person. They dont mean to cause problems(most of the time anyways) chaos follows them were ever they go. Idk if you have a character limit but if you do please tell me so i wont make a mistake again. And if there is you can just do Zhongli and Xiao. Optionally could you make them a dendro user, there not a lot of dendro content and if not thats fine. I understand. Could you make the reader Gn or Non-binary they/them pronouns please? If not male reader is totally fine. Im so sorry for the long post and I hope you have a good day/night!

Ohmy, it’s my first time just writing headcanons! I’m use to write a lot, so let’s hope I did it right (^ ^' )7

Thanks for the request! ✨

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[HC] God of Chaos! Reader and the Archons + Xiao

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Shogun Raiden (Ei).

Gn! Reader

I tried doing it with everyone but I’m no still that confident to try writing with some characters ＿|￣|○

Sorry for any mistakes!

Request are open!

Genshin Masterlist

Second part ->

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VENTI

To be honest, he didn't notice your presence at first. He had other concerns on his mind that day to perceive the chaotic (and slightly threatening) aura that Mondstadt was infected with that day.

Barbatos is a person of habit, so he couldn't help but be curious when the crowd in front of him began to look a little agitated instead of seeming to enjoy his lyre and his songs.

But then a series of domino events appeared in front of his very eyes.

The purity of the chaos was such that he felt overwhelmed, even without the white-haired boy around, if it wasn’t Bennett fault, then how was it possible for everything to be ruined in such a short time?

His patience ended when, out of nowhere, the strings of his lyre jumped close to his face as they snapped. Making that awful noise that couldn’t mean nothing good.

Okay, enough, who is messing around in here? No more joking in his nation!

He concentrated a little, a faint but unique presence kept his nerves on edge, as if he was being watched from afar. He moved away from the busy areas and then chased that ephemeral energy to the highest point of the church, where the bells were ringing in an irregular and stressful way.

Then he found you. Snoozing against one of the columns, somewhat tired because the trip you made to reach Mondstadt.

Surprisingly, Barbatos understood you since the first exchange of words. A god of chaos who was also a free spirit, you followed no rules ever written in Teyvat, and you had no plans to apologize for the mess you made.

Both of you were Zhongli’s worst nightmare, but that’s another story.

He managed to through your arrogance and your teasing nature that you, in fact, were a lonely spirit that liked to witness the life from above of everyone.

The difference between teasing someone accidentally and committing a crime was really visible, but he still couldn't help but feel like he should scold you after your mere presence messed up with the guild's baskets full of fish.

But hey! He also enjoy the company! Venti tried to teach you how to enjoy the calm and the whisper of wind, music can also contain chaos, feelings, old stories waiting to be told again, expressions and desire united, in a wonderful piece of-

As you yawned his lyre broke up again. Making clear the message.

Okay, not even God of Freedom and Wind can control chaos. Anyways, what a tragedy, but there’s nothing a simple bard can do, smh.

“Do you like kids, don’t you?” He said once, after a nice day of hearing him sing before your chaos reached his little concert. Again watching everyone from above on the hands of the statue, with your attention caught by some kids playing tag.

“… I don’t know what do you mean.” Once discovered you had no choice but to remain defensive, pretending to be disinterested.

“Heh, you aren’t a good liar.” It may not be the wisest thing to make fun of someone who could destroy the place where you were resting, but Venti was confident that he knew you well enough to know that you were not so explosive. “You know!, I just have some pieces, but I think it’s because they are little walking concentrations of pure and innocent chaos, am I wrong?”

He wasn’t, no at all. But you would never confess something that embarrassing.

This guy wrote a ballad about the days when Mondstadt got immerse with that strike of bad luck. Kind of an apology of not being able to handle the situation.

Now there’s the rumor that says that, every time somebody sings that song, something unlucky will happen in front of you.

The song is cursed.

One night when the moon was shining on the Cider Lake his well tuned ears distinguished a melody that was broken from time to time by the accidents of his performer, distracting him of his way to look for you.

It could be painful to listen to, but Venti could certainly feel the dedication of the one who was playing the imperfect song.

The ballad of the god of chaos, hummed like a lullaby that instead of making you sleep makes you question the events of the day. Wishing for the slightest thing to be different after an exhaustive week of peace and tranquility.

A lonely spirits cursing their existence, sitting in the highest point of a stranger’s palace, where you can reach the sky by only rising your hand.

The next day, Barbatos invited you to drink some wine, this time near Windrise to avoid accidents in the city.

As he almost dropped the bottle when a lot of slimes were attracted by your presence, he confirmed the theory about that the way to spend time with you would not be his personal definition of hanging out.

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ZHONGLI

Okay, there’s only two scenarios that could happened when you set a foot in Liyue.

Old man has a soft spot for you for being a relative young deity.

Or he’s always lecturing you for not having control of your aura and powers.

How u dare bringing chaos to the nation of order? It’s that a death wish?

Jokes aside, you’re not really a threat. And he could sense that after he saw how you tried to avoid having direct contact with the city. Rex Lapis found your silhouette jumping and crossing through the mountains until reaching the fairest point that allowed you to enjoy the view of the streets that were filled with life and light as the sunsets.

He even noticed how you sighed in frustration when a storm started out of nowhere. A rain dedicated just for the arriving of the God of Chaos. Not even bothering of getting shield, you stayed in your place to look at all the people who were getting back to their places.

The rain seemed to stop over your head, for a second was enough to stop you from being cruelly swamped by the very weather you had created. An elegant umbrella covered you, the long awaited surprise you expected from someone as outdated as Morax.

You looked up, and found his expression calm and attentive, watching you. As if he had made a great discovery that he could not believe

“May I have a moment of your time to keep you company? Letting out your sorrows in the middle of a torrential storm is not what I would recommend as way to spend a good day.”

“… What are you talking about? Get in your own business, old man.”

“Well, you should know that a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved.”

Next time you knew was that he was helping you to dry your hair with a towel once you let him guide you to his place.

Zhongli picked you up like a abandoned cat that day. Even if having you near meant to deal with new the roof leaks.

Also kept you away from Hu Tao, if you two ever get along for being partners in crime he would seal himself underground-

For all the time you spend exploring Liyue, there he was. Like a little kid showing his treasures. But also like a worried father looking after his child for them not to stumble making their first steps.

Look at you! Almost crushing those Treasure Hoarders when a bunch of rocks fell down after you jumped at the edge of the cliff.

Wait, no- come back here! You should verify the surroundings and be aware of the weight of your power if you’re going to explore in that bold way. You, chaotic brat.

Another one who believed fervently that your mood was to blame for the constant chaos you caused. He also tried to show you the wonders of peace and calm, teaching you how to prepare tea while listening to the storyteller (also both being a little far away from the rest of them, just in case).

He couldn’t help but sigh when the teapot arm broke as soon as you tried to serve the tea. What a waste, he thought.

You apologized to him, kind of stressed with yourself after you took all the pieces with your bare hands to run away with them. Leaving a confused Zhongli behind.

Next day you were back, with the teapot repaired and just like new.

He let out a lot of thankful words, some flattering and a lot more cheesy things that you never had received before.

With that unexpected affection you couldn’t help but react flustered; then a cat that was chasing a bird jumped through a lot of decorations and merchandise, almost starting a fire as the chained events kept going.

Yeah,, uh, Zhongli got some useful mental notes about you and your chaos that day.

Hey, before you go, want to make a contract? You won’t regret it!

But as the wandering spirit you were you had no problems in reject his offer, but also promising that you would visit Liyue if he wanted you to.

Of course he wanted! But.. maybe next time you should stay in Huaguang Stone Forest instead of roaming near the city,,

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XIAO

Tried to kill you.

I mean, your aura is threatening and full of a destructive energy, how is possible that you weren’t a demon to eradicate??

Sorry, but he had a point.

Your first met was on your way to reach Huaguang Stone Forest along with Zhongli for introduce you with the Adeptus.

Xiao, in the other side, thought that you were about to attack Morax from behind, so he just struck against you. With his polearm near to go through your chest, just stopped because you felt him before.

Lifting your hand at his direction, summoning chaos, this time, on purpose. The wind gained a wrathful nature and the biggest roots that were hiding under his feet rose to caught him.

And when you were about to hit each other Zhongli’s shield appeared just in time to separate both of you. Preventing a real catastrophic event.

Now stop fighting and introduce to each other.

Nice(n’t) to meet u.

What if you tried to awake Azhdaha to bring chaos and destruction to Liyue? What if you wanted to summoned Osial? What if… ?

Zhongli had to confirm and promise to him that those cruel possibilities won’t be a near future for respecting the real reason of your travel.

No matter if he wasn’t comfortable with your presence, it wasn’t his decision to allow you to roam freely, so he had to get use to it.

He immediately knew after hearing about your nature that was your fault that lately there were a lot more demons and monsters. Even his karma was getting more painful than usual.

(If you ever meet Hu Tao, please think twice before doing Xiao a prank)

You both didn’t interact a lot, and being honest, it was better that way.

He hadn’t a single intention of talking with you again until the day you were practicing the song that your Anemo friend taught you. By the other hand, Xiao noticed that the melody had the same nature as the one he once heard before being consumed by the karma.

It wasn’t a flute, but a worn lyre that was still in one piece after weeks of being repaired again and again.

“That song… ”

“Do you know it?” Xiao just nodded, staying in silence, being your very first audience even if you still have a lot to learn about playing a lyre.

It wasn’t as effective as the original, but was still… nice, kind of nostalgic.

Next morning, the Yaksha called for you. Made you stay still in the middle of a plain and then he disappeared of your sight.

He abandoned y- wait, what’s that? Why those monsters has that weird dark aura?

You were about to defend yourself until Xiao appeared back just in time to defeat them.

That day you became his personal bait for demons and monsters. Naturally you attracted chaos, so anyway you were, there will be also something to fight.

I guess this is your way to pay for all the troubles you made for him and his duty, so no complaining about it.

If you ask for a unexpected experience to Ganyu she would said that once she found both of you fighting along against the catastrophe, looking after each other’s back and almost having a perfect synchrony.

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SHOGUN RAIDEN; EI

Also tried to kill you.

Well, the puppet tried to.

And then Ei tried when you had the opportunity of facing her.

But since killing a god just mean the releasing of a lot, pure, energy she couldn’t afford that risk, much less considering your “speciality”.

Who knows what would happen to Inazuma if your vital energy burst across the nation. Just like that old story about Sal Terrae and their goddess.

She just defeated you. Letting you rest and recovering in the midst of the plane of her reality within her mind. Your inert body in the middle of the battlefield as she kept meditating.

When you woke up she ignored your presence, but also denying your complaints about letting you go out back.

In her words, you were a burden, another enemy of eternity. Something as unpredictable as you and your “accidents” couldn’t get along with her utopia.

Ei could banish you from Inazuma, but she knows your type. Stubborn and not accepting the most simple orders to obey.

She knew that you would found a way to be back.

It’s better like this.

And in the hypothetical case of you being freed when she trapped the traveler (kicking you out) and then having a chance to see her again after the end of the war, then things would be somewhat different.

There’s not that much of civilization on some islands, so she allowed you to explore as much as your heart wanted. But if something serious happen, she promised that would end her work in the middle of the sea so your remains never be found.

Okay, message clear. Just do chaos near monsters and bandits, got it,,

Even if she wanted to spend some time with you and telling you some stories about Inazuma and other gods she couldn’t found the right time to call you at her presence.

As the current ruler of Inazuma she was busier than the rest of Archons you have meet. Maybe just some letters now and then like a way to keep a logbook, but not really a face to face talk.

Until she got the opportunity of a day off, just to found you messing around near some ruins. Trying to solve a puzzle before your speciality strikes in. The structure fell down after your fingertips reached the stone.

When the dust dissipated, you discovered her figure judging you from the other side of the remain ruins.

Give her a good reason for not errase you from the map, I dare u.

You felt the worst was about to come when Ei ordered you to follow her after a long sigh. Crossing her arms and starting to walk away from the bunch of old and worn rock.

Plot Twist, she actually invited you to rest under a tree, asking in her serene voice the reason for your journey and your origin. In such a direct way that it seemed more like a sentence than a talk to get to know each other better.

You answered what you could remember and then the silence stayed like the only way of interaction between you two.

Ohno, you know this pattern. Something’s about to happen-

“There is some strange beauty in the chaos, it may be the calm after the storm, but the catastrophe itself is seen as a necessary evil to appreciate the stillness. How much it would last until the lighting hit the valley?”

“So I arrived to keep order between the humans?”

Well yes, but actually no.

“… You see, if there is nothing but order and a lack of problems, mortals are likely to create them on their own. Their minds feels the need to be tested, to prove their worth, so I guess some of your chaos may be part of the history.”

“… then shall we take a walk in Inazuma?” You did not know if you were right, but you thought you saw a faint smile through his lips in the same way that lightning can be seen in the sky.

“I’ll allow it.” She said.

Her only condition was for you not to approach the huge boxes of fireworks down the street.

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[spilledkauffie]

Game Night

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Word Count: 2.2k T/W: fluff A/N: Part 2 of Bingo — a few months later

I am SO SORRY this took me way longer to post than it should have!

Bucky Tag List: @anreeixcobra ❤︎ @tsnelf7 ❤︎ @fandom-princess-forevermore​

It was Friday night, which meant one thing: Game Night. Ever since Yori introduced you at Bingo, you made it a tradition in your relationship to play board games on Fridays. For the most part you kept it to fairly modern games, but tonight was going to be a surprise.

Tonight it was your place, 8 o’clock. Bucky showed up with a six pack of root-beer in glass bottles. You added a few to the fridge as he found his usual seat at your apartment table. He waited for you to round the small apartment’s bar and join him. Sliding the glass bottles across the table to Bucky, you smiled, biting in your bottom lip, as he slid your bottle back, now without its top.

Easily he popped the top off his own bottle with his left hand; it was as he was about to take a sip that he caught sight of your look, “what?” he furrowed his eyebrows, questionably. 

“So. . . tonight,” you tried not to giggle.

“What?” Bucky asked again, this time finding himself following your smile despite his will not to.

“Tonight is going to be special,” you clasped your hands together, “because I found some stuff that’s as old as you.”

“Wow, thanks,” Bucky said sarcastically, taking a sip, shaking his head, blinking softly as he saw you rush to convince him it would be fun. Sighing deeply, he gave in, “alright, what is it?”

“I’ll be right back,” you twirled on your heel and left the room.

Returning to shaking his head and the glass bottle, he paused after settling the bottle on the table. It’d been a long time since anyone cared about anything actually as old as him. He’d been pretty good at keeping up with the times, a lot of things he knew just got an upgrade, but the thought of something from his actual childhood felt a little heartwarming. 

“Okay,” you declared, reentering the room with a stack of vintage boxes in your arms that made Bucky lean back in his chair out of shock, “here we are.” 

His jaw dropped a little at what you had brought out as you set the stack on the table. Watching you take a deep breath and exhale with a smirk, he shook his head, this time silently asking “how?” You set your hands atop the stack, rapping your fingers across the top box as you smiled again. 

Smoothing your hands out across the box top, you cleared your throat, “no peeking,”  bringing Bucky’s attention entirely to you. 

“Option number one,” you held up the rectangular shape with severely faded letters across it, “Scrabble, released 1938.” The box very gently met the table, “option number two,” you looked at him attempting not to giggle as you saw him cross his arms over his chest, genuinely listening to you intently, “Sorry! released 1934, Battleship, original pen and paper game,” you clarified, he lifted his eyebrows, impressed, “and last but not least, Monopoly, released 1935.”

“Wow, you uh- you really did your research,” he commented, looking over the stack of authentically vintage boxes.

“Of course,” you shrugged with a smile, “my boyfriend’s 106, if I want to bring back some childhood nostalgia, that requires some research. . . and late hour ebay bidding in our case.”  

He nodded, a faint smile showing, before it faded with his next words, “I hope you didn’t do too much research on me,” he looked up, hand resting on Monopoly.

You calmly slid down into the seat across from him and stared with a kind smile still on your lips, reaching to touch his hand, you stroked your thumb against his knuckles, “I’m more of a first hand account, direct source, kind of girl when it comes to people,” the corner of his mouth tugged into a smile. 

You knew, just not everything, and he wasn’t sure he was prepared to have another living soul know it all quite yet. Luckily, you were someone who seemed to actually understand that.

“Or,” you announced, lifting a pointer finger, as if requesting a pause whilst you went to a nearby drawer, returning with a much smaller box, “we can get really really old school, even for you” the box met the table top, “standard 52 card deck, English edition, circa 1516. . .obviously not original.”

Bucky chuckled, looking to you, tonguing his cheek, before picking up the cards, “I hate to tell you, but that’s just a little before my time,” he squinted at you, teasingly.

Biting your lip, your shoulders shifted with the giggle that came after his comment, “so, come on,” you sat back down, this time with your elbows on the table and hands laced, to support your resting chin on top of them, “what should I beat your butt in?”

“Oh,” Bucky, attempting to appear insulted, began raising his eyebrows, “you think?”

“Yeah,” you laughed your words while looking at his serious face, “I think, better yet, I know.”

“Well, I don’t know where you get your confidence from. You know you are talking to a local senior Bingo night champion,” he shrugged with a head tilt, as if that was supposed to be a big deal.

“Woooow,” you drew out, smiling uncontrollably.

“But,” he sighed, “okay,” he shook his head once, accepting your challenge, “let’s go, you’re on! Monopoly,” he brought the box towards himself as you set the others on the floor next to your chair.

You watched as he picked up the little metal pieces, examining each one individually. There was an expression you’d never seen before, he was remembering something positive from his past. A memory that sparked a smile that you helped bring about. He surveyed the board, with all its bright colours and familiar street names.

“It’s been-” he paused, looking upward, doing the math in his head, “it’s been 85 years since I played this game,” setting each piece he stopped at the boat, laughing to himself, “you know, Steve used to always be the battleship.” 

A soft smile came across your lips, while you watched him remember exactly how to set it up. You picked the Scottie dog and he picked the vintage race car piece.

“Were you always the race car?” you ventured, wanting to know more about his childhood, you knew he didn’t talk about it often.

“Oh,” he glanced to the piece he had just naturally picked up without a thought, “yeah, well, I think,” he gave a quick, but somber smile, before clearing his throat, and actually looking up, “and my sister, whenever she’d actually manage to get mom and dad to let her stay up with us, she’d always be the thimble,” he leaned back in his chair, smiling, “whenever it was her turn to move she’d put it on her finger and hop it down the street names.” He leaned back to the table, “we never made her go to jail, even if she landed on it, Steve would make up some rule that let her skip it.” 

“That’s really sweet of you guys,” you said, looking softly at his smile.

“Yeah,” he swallowed, “but don’t think you can skip jail,” he changed his tone, preferring not to dwell on the past even if it was positive. 

“Don’t think I’ll be visiting,” you smirk confidently, “better watch out for the money man yourself.” 

“Wow, who is this?” he dropped his jaw, “she’s so sarcastic, does Yori know this side of you? Do you sneak jellybeans under the table or something evil like that?”

Laughing, you took your root-beer, “just give me my $1,500 so the smack down can actually begin.”

Two hours later, after a long battle between Boardwalk, control over the railroads, and many, many visits to jail, you sat back, lips quirked, arms across your chest as your little Scottie sat in jail.

“And three thousand, six hundred, and five. . . I’m sorry, but that leaves you,” Bucky set his elbows on the table, wincing at you, “bankrupt.”

“Fine,” you huffed jokingly, giving your best pout,“you win.”

“Aww, c’mon,” Bucky reached out a hand to touch your forearm comfortingly, accompanied by a smile you couldn’t deny.

“You wanna go again?” You offered seriously, resting your hand on top of his tenderly, happy to see him so happy.

“It was really fun, but let’s play something else, this time you pick,” he offered.

Breaking into a smile, you gave a nod, and he asked what you had in mind. It took a moment, you wanted to make this good, and you wanted to see it be a little more of a struggle for him, if you were honest. 

“You know, I know it’s later than your. . .original timeline, but there’s this fantastic game called Twister,” you smirked, perking an eyebrow to ask if he was up for it. 

“Twister?” He repeated you, tilting his head like a confused puppy, “what’s Twister?”

“I’ll show you, but,” you glanced over to your small apartment living room, “we might need to arrange the furniture a little.”

“Don’t worry,” Bucky stood, “I can handle that.” 

Smiling, you stand, “okay, just push it all to one side, I’ll get the game.” 

Ten minutes later, shoeless, you both stood looking over the polka dotted sheet on the floor. Nodding happily to yourself, Bucky shook his head almost in fear. 

“Make sense?” You asked, having just explained the very simple rules, you turned to face him.

“Oh, I’m sorry I asked,” he sighed, shouldering off his jacket and tossing it onto the couch along with his glove, “yeah, it makes sense,” he set his hands on his hips, pondering this new game intently. 

“Okay, you first,” you held up the spinning arrow, and began.

One hand and foot at a time, sometimes struggling to reach the spinner, but you both made it work pretty well. Having kept to one side of the sheet, it came time to get a smidge more twisted.

Bucky managed to keep balanced and spin a green dot with his left arm, conveniently it placed him right over you. As he began to reach for green, he carefully calculated how best to approach the green dot in order to keep his balance. It was a pretty far reach and he’d need to balance himself whilst reaching over you. 

“What’s the matter old man, can’t quite move like you used to?” you shamelessly giggled. 

Raising his eyebrows at your tone, “ohhh, wow,” Bucky said sincerely, finally placing his left arm over you and to a green dot, now above you he tilted his head sassily, “respect your elders.”

His last sentence only made your giggle turn into a genuine laugh. You closed your eyes and threw your head back a little. Admittedly, Bucky thought it was funny too, but he didn’t laugh, he just took in your smile and the sound of your laugh, enjoying every single moment of it.

When you brought your head back up, you were about to respond sassily, but instead you found his lips meeting yours. With a small squeak of surprise, you relaxed into the kiss, glad that he was finally confident enough with you to take a chance now and then. He tasted like vanilla root beer, which mixed wonderfully with the scent of his cologne you were finally close enough to smell. 

It was soft and slow at first, but slowly, with his right hand palming the arch of your back, you eased into his touch, lower back almost meeting the floor as you both sunk down a little. You completely forgot about the game, as you reached your arms around his neck gently. Keeping the kiss close, you felt him hesitate to deepen it, so you gave him a small sign of encouragement, by moving your hand to the side of his neck, naturally bringing him even closer. 

You had no idea how long you’d been there, on that polka dot sheet, but it was such bliss that you didn’t even care. Smiling into the kiss, you felt him smile back. 

Parting, he pressed his forehead to yours, “I win,” he whispered, lips in a smile. 

“What?” was all you could ask, still mesmerised by the kiss. 

Bucky motioned his head to his left arm which happened to have been keeping the two of you steady. . . all the while remaining on the green dot. You dropped your arms from around his neck, to the floor, elbows supporting you as you looked up at him, shaking your head. 

“That does not count, Bucky,” you tried not to smile as he kept his arm as still as possible.

“What? But my hand’s still on green,” he dramatically gestured to it, making you bite your lip to repress a giggle, trying to match his seriousness.

Shoving his chest directly above you, he feigned an ‘ow!’ before you softly pull him closer again.

“If I kiss you are you gonna hit me again?”

You smirk, “I might if you don’t.” 

Bucky smiled, lips almost touching yours, “alright, sorry,” he smiled, voice almost a whisper as his lips brushed against yours, “I’m still learning the rules to this game.”

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[1kook]

ZOOM CALL

⇢ meeting one

jeon jungkook x (f) reader

⇢ series masterlist

summary: In a sea of black screens and faceless names, there’s one smiley boy that beams back at you through the dimly lit screen of your laptop, a tiny Jeon Jungkook (he/him) tacked to the corner of his window. genre: fluff, slice of life, smut (tags tba) warnings: jk is a ditzy lil nerdy sweetheart, college crushes, social distancing -_-, use of the zoom app, 1kook Builds a Healthy Relationship (Version 2.0) ratings: M (18+) wc: 3.2k

notes: well. here we are. as always i have to thank common sense (coincidentally named rumu @kigurumu​ ) for reading this over and pointing out little details <3 after much deliberation, i have decided to post our beloved zoom jk (see origin story here) in the form of short ‘drabbles’ depicting diff zoom calls with this being The Beginning™️ so please... bare with me </3 ty to all the nice ppl who have been excited for this, luv u very much 🥺

There are times in human history where words captivate their audience; times when single words or phrases wrap around the listener, melt into their bones and radiate warmth from within. But rarely does one word manage such an impact, rarely is it as revered and as cherished as the word cancelled is to most college students. 

Class is cancelled, group meetings are cancelled, the stupidly big semester final project was cancelled. You could cancel nearly anything, and in most cases, it would be beautiful. Cancelled meant more time to sleep in the morning, an afternoon free of pesky project partners, a pleasant reprieve from having to socialize with anyone. It was a glorious word with heavenly connotations that brought tears of joy to your eyes whenever you saw it appear in an email preview.

Except this one.

Spring Semester 2021: On-Campus Classes CANCELLED — Social Distance Measures as per State Regula…

Your last semester as a student in university… online? You couldn’t believe it. All these years of studying rigorously, cramming for exams, attaining a near perfect GPA— just to sit in your bedroom and stare at your computer screen for the last 15 weeks of classes? Had your friends not been there to mope with you, you’re certain a part of you would have gone on a rampage and cursed every bacteria known to mankind for doing this to you.

It was your last year, you whined in private (never in public; your friends had always considered you the mature one, the studious friend who kept everyone in order), yet here you were, setting up your desk for your last ever first day of classes with quite possibly the biggest pout on your face.

Zoom, your school had raved in an email a few weeks into the break, the desktop application that will keep us united in these trying times! As if, you huffed, giving the stupid application permission to connect to your computer’s camera and audio systems. What even was proper Zoom etiquette? Did you have to enter the meeting and greet every student cheerfully? You had always said hi to your classmates before, but something about saying it over a computer mic felt awkward.

The feeling doubled when you finally entered the meeting, only to be met with a sea of black screens save for your professor, who seemed to be clicking around his computer in a rather confused fashion. This was going to suck, you thought bitterly.

You had entered the room ten minutes earlier because, well, you always showed up to class a few minutes earlier than the scheduled meeting time. But was there any point to doing that here? Usually, the time before class was spent making small talk with said classmates, discussing the readings or the assignments, talking mindlessly about whatever came to mind. But something in your gut said it would be weird to do that now.

So you sit in silence for the next ten minutes, nervously tapping your pen against your desk as you wait for the professor to launch into whatever introductory monologue he had planned. You toy with your phone, scrolling through your twitter feed only to see a brigade of tweets from students all over the nation suffering the same fate as you. It was a trending topic.

Two minutes before the class starts, you hear the tell-tale ping of someone entering the meeting. You wave it off just like you have your other 41 classmates thus far, but then there’s the clearing of a throat, and a sweet, “good morning” filtering through your speakers. Lifting your head from the hunched over position you had assumed while glancing at your phone, you’re startled by the sudden handsome face that appears before you.

In a sea of black screens and faceless names, there’s one smiley boy that beams back at you through the dimly lit screen of your laptop, a tiny Jeon Jungkook (he/him) tacked to the corner of his window.

He’s nothing short of a dreamboat, soft and doughy cheeks that catch the hue of the screen light, highlighting his cheekbones in a faint blue color. Imploring doe eyes blinking widely at the screen as he clicks around, narrating his confusion in a low mumble (mic still on, how cute). Dark hair— was it brown? black? the pixelated screen made it hard to tell —messily pushed away from his face.

And his voice, oh his voice. It matches his gentle appearance perfectly. A soft snort. “Am I the only one here?” he says, thin lips pulled to the side in a bashful grin.

The professor laughs with him. “No, but you are the only one with your camera on,” he responds.

You’re not sure if it’s the professor’s teasing jab at literally everyone else or the need to support the cutie who smiles softly at screen, but suddenly, a handful of windows come to life. Your classmates fill up the screen, dressed in an array of styles with bedrooms (and, on the rare occasion, dorm rooms) to match. You nibble at your bottom lip, finger hovering over the button that will expose your appearance to the rest of your classmates

Eventually, the wordless peer pressure, the need to be a good student, and the supportive face of Jeon Jungkook (he/him) have you inhaling sharply before dutifully clicking the camera on. Your face appears on screen, nearly lost in the now overwhelming sea of faces. You’re one of the last ones to turn your camera on, both pages of your zoom meeting participant windows filled with the contrasting images of your classmates joining from their bedrooms. The professor claps in delight, and finally dives into the mandatory first day of classes spiel.

Syllabuses, group work, asynchronous lectures. You’ve heard these words all before, have practically memorized this class’s syllabus like the back of your hand. The pros of being an overachiever. The cons are, however, that you think every question your classmates ask is stupid. Read the syllabus, you want to scream. But it’s the first day of class. You don’t even know who your assigned study group partners (as mentioned in the syllabus) are and you certainly don’t want them to dislike you so soon. They can do that after the third meeting, but not today.

You’re not entirely surprised when your attention drifts away from the professor and the endless sea of stupid questions he’s left to answer. Even when you realize you’ve stopped paying attention, you don’t bother forcing yourself to tune back in. No, instead your focus drifts across the windows of faces.

Some of your classmates are as bored as you, glaring at the screen with disinterest, or glancing off to the side probably at their phones. So you start looking at their rooms, analyzing their decorations and posters as if you’re a professional critic on some house design show.

Jeon Jungkook (he/him) is in a rather plain dorm room. Plain light gray walls— or maybe it’s white —free of decoration. He’s sitting at the provided desk, just like you. The only reason you focus on that is because there’s a multitude of your classmates lazily sprawled across their beds, slumped over a couch. Hardly anyone is sitting at attention like you. Well, except for Jeon Jungkook (he/him). He’s practically exposing the entirety of his living accommodation with the way his camera is set up.

Above eye level, reaching just below his chest, with the room all laid out before you. A neat twin bed, sheets meticulously made. It almost looks like the decorative set at a furniture store with the way the comforter and variety of pillows are placed. He doesn’t seem to be in the crappy dorms you remember, which leaves you wondering where exactly he’s been assigned. You know certain sports clubs get fancier dormitories. Anyway, there’s a door off the side of the bed, a black guitar standing in the corner just behind it. You wonder what’s behind the camera, if maybe his desk is as organized as the rest of his room. Maybe his closet is his weakness, you muse, imagining poor Jeon Jungkook (he/him) with a tornado of a closet. But the thought doesn’t make that much sense, so you discard it quickly.

Anyway, his dorm room. It’s neat and orderly, makes you tilt your head curiously as he swivels from side to side before you. As for himself, he’s dressed in a plain white sweater, hoodie strings perfectly even. His hair has long since fallen over his forehead, but he’s pushed it over this time in a fluffy side part. He was adorably soft.

He’s paying attention to the professor like he genuinely treasures every word that comes off his tongue, nodding along understandingly. He’s even got a pencil in hand, leaning forward every few seconds to scribble something down hurriedly. Not like this is all on the syllabus or anything, you think.

But as soon as the thought crosses your mind, it’s dispelled just as fast. He’s only trying to be a good student, you scold yourself, feeling oddly mean for wanting to make fun of this sweet boy. Especially when he raises his hand a second later and asks the first good question of the day. Something about the grading scale for group projects and how much is determined by the group members themselves. You’re not too sure, the words get a little fuzzy when he starts speaking and his pink lips pull down into an endearing pout.

A couple minutes later and your professor finally wraps up the questions, telling everyone to email him if any other questions arise throughout the semester. Just as you’re sighing in relief, he utters those dreaded words: “Ice-breakers!” he exclaims, and the whole class grimaces, much to his amusement. He says something about feeling the excitement through the screen, but then changes gears. “Since it’s a little hard to talk to your neighbor, I’m going to test out the Breakout Rooms and see how that works, okay guys?”

You frown. Breakout Rooms? What on earth was that? Like most of your classmates, this is pretty much your first rodeo with the Zoom application. He was sending you all into small groups, where? The answer presents itself a few seconds later, a message box appearing on your screen.

The host is inviting you to join a Breakout Room: Group 4

Your professor is still chattering in the background when you nervously accept the invitation, his voice suddenly cut off as your computer jumps to a new loading screen. It takes a while before you’re suddenly dumped into a new room. And then you’re staring at your own face, blown up on your own screen in a rather uncomfortable way. Jeez, did you really look like this?

As soon as you get to picking at your appearance, your mirrored reflection jumps to the side, once, then twice more to fit the three new guests in your room. Silence fills your bedroom as you and your classmates all stare at each other nervously for a couple seconds, unsure of what to say. This was, after all, your first meeting.

Just as you’ve gathered all your courage to click your microphone on, the screen jumps around once more and suddenly Jeon Jungkook (he/him) is in your Breakout Room. Immediately, his surprised face melts into the most reassuring grin you’ve ever seen, and he’s practically jumping forward to turn his mic on.

“Good morning, everyone,” he says, smooth and low. It’s like the awkward tension melts away under the pressure of his pretty smile, your classmates responding back with polite hellos and good mornings to him. You barely get yours in before Jeon Jungkook (he/him) starts talking again. “So… how are you guys?”

His words, sweet and caring as they are, send the five of you into a rather mindless conversation. Talking about nothing really, just whatever comes to mind about the class, about the semester, about the remote learning. Then Jungkook— “just Jungkook is fine!” he tells the other four of you with that same too pure look on his face after someone refers to him by his whole name —starts talking about some movie he had seen on Netflix the other day, something his friend recommended to him. Truthfully, you have zero interest in the type of plot he is describing, and you can tell some of the other people in your group don’t either. But he’s absorbed in his storytelling, features lit up as he details every last plot point of the film like his life depends on it. There’s a wordless agreement to let him ramble on.

By the time Jungkook has finished his novella recapture of whatever movie he was talking about, a green message bubble appears at the top of your screen. It’s a message from your professor, who is telling you the small group meeting will end in a few more minutes.

“Aw, that sucks,” Jungkook laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly. And then, “oh! We haven’t answered our icebreaker question yet!”

Ah, yes. The reason for this small group was to get to know each other, not for Jungkook to recount an entire two hour movie for you all. “Oh, right,” you agree, probably the first words you’ve said in the past five minutes. You navigate to the chat box, where your professor had hastily dumped the question before sending you all off. “What’s one thing you miss most about being on campus?” you read aloud, glancing back at the screen.

Your group mates are all in various states of blissful comfort, the gaps of their nervousness smoothed over by Jungkook’s bubbly personality, and the hesitation they’d shown at the beginning is practically gone. Someone steps forward and says something about the campus dining hall. Jungkook laughs, loud and airy, claps his hands all cute too. Someone else says the library because it was a good place to study. There’s a lull and you jump in quickly. “I think I’ll miss the couches by the gym in the student center the most,” you confess, though you doubt anyone knows which ones you mean. They were a set of brightly colored couches tucked into a cranny behind the Starbucks just outside the campus gym, avidly avoided by the gym rats who were determined to ignore the sugary drinks and snacks.

Apparently, the hiding spot isn’t as secretive as you thought. “Oh, the ones by the Starbucks?” Jungkook exclaims, excitedly looking at his screen. You have this fluttery feeling that he’s looking at you for the first time. You nod, and he quite positively beams. “I love those!”

“Yeah, I spend a lot of time there,” you say, though it’s a little stilted because you’re not exactly sure how you’re supposed to react to Jungkook’s enthusiasm. Though his outgoing personality cloaks you in comfort, his pretty smile has your heartbeat acting a little funny.

Jungkook’s got these huge eyes, blinking owlishly at you. “Really? So do I!” And then you both seem to have the same realization. His head tilts to the side cutely, an amused smile on his face, “I’ve never seen you there.”

“I’ve never seen you there,” you shoot back, a little snarkier than necessary, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice. His smile turns goofy.

“Woah,” he says in a rather dreamy tone, “isn’t that so cool? We spent so much time in the same place, but never crossed paths before,” he babbles. He’s stopped looking at his computer, leaning back in a sort of dazed manner with this sparkly look to his eyes, much to everyone’s amusement. Except yours, because frankly, it sounds a little bit like he’s describing— “fate!” he says suddenly, like it’s truly an aha! moment. He pauses, taps his finger against his chin. “Or anti-fate? I’m not sure. But it’s like— we could’ve met so many times before and we didn’t.” Doe eyes return to the screen, flickering around until they presumably land on you again. “What do you think, __?”

And he’s just so cute, makes the rigid shield around your chest soften for the slightest moment as you nod meekly. “Uhh, yeah. Fate,” you agree, and then get to hear him laugh and giggle for about three seconds before you’re suddenly thrown back into the larger Zoom meeting.

Weirdly flustered, you hurriedly click your microphone back off, and nearly contemplate the camera too. But then the professor is asking you all to share what you talked about and you’re resigning yourself to a few more minutes of screen time while the class wraps up. By the looks of it, not everyone had as an enjoyable time as you did. Part of you is thankful you didn’t get stuck in an awkward small group. The other part recognizes wholeheartedly that it’s all thanks to one smiley boy at the bottom of your screen.

“And group 4?” the professor asks, and you blink yourself back into attention. Before you can unmute yourself and answer for your group, Jungkook is beating you to it.

“We talked about a lot of things,” Jungkook answers cheerfully. From your view, you get a front row seat to the sheer power of Jungkook’s magnetic personality, watching as all your listless classmates suddenly snap back from their daydreams to zero in on whatever Jungkook is saying. He fills in the professor about what you talked about, from the movies to the couches, and you feel weirdly mushy when his eyes flicker across the screen before settling with a soft smile.

He can’t possibly be looking at me, you tell yourself. Your hand jerks forward to turn the camera off, but in your haste, end up knocking down the water bottle on your desk. You scramble to straighten it, thanking the universe for the fact you actually remembered to screw on the cap. You glance back at the screen, and nearly die when you catch sight of a giggly Jungkook, smile hidden behind an adorable sweater paw as he laughs at something on screen. Oh no, was he looking at me? you panic.

“Alright, everyone,” your professor says in that “I’m about to wrap this class up” voice. Too close to the screen, voice a little too loud. “Good meeting today, I’ll see you all again on Wednesday. Stay safe.”

“Bye!” Jungkook sings sweetly, and everyone else follows as they all bid adieu to the professor. Still a little frazzled from the possibility that Jungkook may have watched you flail around like a total loser, you take a second longer to turn your mic on. Your classmates quickly leave the meeting, leaving only a few stragglers until the very end.

Surprisingly, Jungkook is here too, brown eyes focused on the screen. You unmute yourself. “Um,” you stammer, eyes unwillingly flickering over to Jungkook who smiles at the sound of your voice. “Goodbye. Thank you,” you rush out, and then quickly leave the meeting as well.

With the meeting over, you’re left staring at the home page of the Zoom app, heart beating a little too fast to be normal. Your face feels warm, and your fingers tremble from some unfamiliar, giddy feeling in your chest. You exhale slowly, hand coming up to rub at your chin as if that will somehow explain the weird excitement from your Zoom meeting. Maybe it was just adrenaline, or nervousness, you try to convince yourself. After all, the first day of classes is always nerve-wracking.

Except when you navigate to your class page and begin to mindlessly scroll through the class roster, there’s a weird stutter to your heartbeat when you catch sight of that Jeon Jungkook (he/him) that appears halfway down the list.

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[lolita-lollipop]

Hi could I get some headcanons for a yandere demon who was accidentally summoned by a child and the demon realizes that the small child just wanted someone to play with. The parents neglects the child and even when the kid comes into the room with the demon the parents are like “go play somewhere else sweetie” so the demon is basically just like “yup this child is mine” and just takes the child to the underworld with them, thank you 🥺

I started a one shot on this, and then realized that you wanted headcannons, so there is totally gojnng to be a part two of this that is the actual process. Kk, into it now.

I had to skip through th me “kidnapping” one, because there isn’t much to describe about it.

(I can’t tag you since your anonymous, but Just know I’ll post it in the next few days)

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-he, of course, meets you after you summon him with the ritual you saw in a picture book. He’s actually quite suprised that a child summoned him just to play trains in a sandbox. It isn’t like he can go anywhere till you dismiss one of the candle flames, so he just sits down and humors you.

-he is quite confused on the fact that you want him to play with you, and not some of your friends. You seem like a sweet little one, very polite indeed, and you haven’t even judged him on his demonic appearance, usually humans run screaming from the red tint in his skin, black eyes, and large horns. So he is very intrigued by you.

-usually, he’s not one for human sympathy, mainly because they treat him likes he’s some monster from hell (which he is), But it still hurts. You on the other hand, don’t even seem to care at all about the fact, you are treating him like some friend, not a demonic pet for you to order around. He immediately feels a bond between the two of you, it might be one sided, but still, you are just too sweet for this blasted world you’ve been shoved in.

-when he learns that this precious’s little thing that is you, has never felt any sort of love, even though you are just a ball of heaven, he is angry. Humans are nasty, vile creatures, the one time, the ONE TIME that one isn’t taking advantage of him, someone is openly hurting them? This is where the yandere-ness starts, he might not have known you for long, but he immediately feels protective, how could someone hurt such a little thing like you? That should be counted as a criminal act.

-when you let him out of the star (with his careful instruction to only blow away one of the lines) he’ll immediately grab your hand, and hoist you up to his chest, which by the way, is 8 feet off the ground. He’ll ask you where these “parents” of yours are, whilst rubbing circles back and forth on your shoulders with his warm hands. You point towards the little blue house where you lived, and he’ll go walking in there like he owns the place. When you say you made a new friend, your mommy jsut sheigged you off and told you to go play because she’s busy and can’t deal with you. This triggers him to a whole new level.

-he’ll take you back outside immediately, and set you in the center of the star, shooting a flew unstoppable flames into the blue house, then he’ll ask you to draw a new line for the star, and you and him both are transported into the world of the under, the last remains of earth in Your mind consisted of a few feminine screams.

“This child is mine now. Filthy human.”

Treatment:

-when arriving in literal hell, you would find that it’s surprisingly normal, actually pretty beautiful if you were to ask me. The sky was black, and the plants and ground were red. But it was such a pretty sight. You wowed at whatever this place was, while holding onto the side of his arm.

-this man, treats you like a little princess, his little princess of course. He dresses you in the finest of clothing, feeds you the best food, and plays the best games with you. He chooses to ill the role of your parent, mainly because the human scum who called themselves your biological parents, were cowards, and didn’t deserve the title. You’ll see him attempt to imitate a human parent, but soon just say “Aw fuck it” and go his own way.

-he doesn’t really get mad at you, in fact it’s very hard for him to even feel slightly annoyed at you, none of the things you do are intentional, so most of the things that could annoy him get blamed on someone else.

-is the most overprotective being you’ll ever meet, not letting you do even the simplest of tasks because “you could get hurt”, apparently you are too fragile to complete basic tasks. He’ll help you get dressed, he’ll fed you, he’ll literally carry you everywhere, all the while he’ll be scaring away any other demons from his manor in case they smelled the sweet child that you are, and wanted it for themselves.

-you’re his best friend, but even so, you have to go back home at some point right? Wrong, he’ll make you think as if whatever place you were before, where you were neglected, and ignored, was nothing but a dream, when you ask any questions about it, he’ll shush you and tell you that it’s nap time or something.

-he doesn’t care at all if you miss your mommy and daddy, he never did understand why humans could form attachments to people who mistreat them. He’ll grow angered, not at you of course, you aren’t trying to do it on purpose, but more so at everyone in your past life that’s keeping you from him. So he might pull a few strings with some humans int he surface that are in debt to him, and bam, your old school, your fathers house, your friends horns, everything in town, has now burst into flames.

-nicknames include: littles, little one, child

Punishment:

-as I said he doesn’t get mad very easily, busy he also won’t tolerate a certain level of disobedience. That being said, he will never even think about embolism any form of physical pain upon you. Resorting to more tactical options.

-hell just scare you, like letting you wander out when it’s parent of that darker times (they don’t have days down here), and letting any demons come close to you, you of course, beings tiny little human faces with a huge snake thing, scream and cry for your best friend to come save you. Which he does, and engulfs you in his arms, boucning you up and down while shushing Youa Dan striking your hair.

-hell lecture you and tell you this is why you can’t leave him, then changing you out of the dirty clothing, and tucking you into bed.

Cuddles:

The two of you have quite the size difference, so snuggling with him would be hard, but not impossible. He is actually quite gentle with you, noting how easy it would be to crush you under his weight, so he’ll gently set you on top of him, over his chest, where he’ll wrap his arms around your sister, and keep his hands over your shoulders.

-or he’ll set your form in his lap, protective encasing his arms over your chest while you rest your head in his.

*bonus

-where he comes from, it’s a sight of dominance to hiss at others, so you’ll literally be just perched in his lap while he’s hissing like a cat at another demon like 👁👄👁

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Thanks for requesting, have a great day anon, bye!

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