#...... what do genes do? couldn't tell ya

[bugmistake]

man idk why but i have SUCH a hard time understanding like.... basic genetics. i keep mixing up genes and dna and chromosomes and alleles. please . i have an exam on this on thursday

[carionto]

Nothing is safe from becoming "exciting"

I've read a bunch of HASO stuff and often when I'm writing something I know I'm drawing from a ton of somewheres, to the point where I can't pinpoint anything, it's all a big mush that my brain then spits out here. This one, however, I know was inspired by jpitha's writings, specifically the bit about Gene's High G Gym (I think that's the mostly correct name anyway). Shamelessly shilling their work cuz it's great, go read it!

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Humanity has begun expanding their hold over their native system. Like an insect hive, ships ferry just about everything to and from Earth, building stations both in planetary orbits and around the Sun. Nearly all experimental of some kind - a lot of ideas they couldn't try built up over the thousand years they were isolated.

They do also have countless small space worthy vehicles, nearly all with varying superficial designs and patterns, but also quite a few rather different underlying mechanical principles.

Soon we noticed a lot of activity throughout the entire system not affiliated with any organization or group. Just... individuals and small family units doing their own thing. We quickly gave up trying to categorize such behavior. When we asked, they said:

"Anyone with a license to pilot their craft can go pretty much wherever that isn't restricted. For some places and activities they do need to get a permission first though."

Worryingly lax on account that many of the larger "civilian" craft are still powered by their "Mini-Suns" as they call them.

One particular individual craft got our attention. It created a spike of thermal activity in one region of their Oort Cloud, so one of us went to ask this Human. Abigail was her name:

"Yo space dudes and dudettes, what's up?" Our translators were still incorporating the various Human linguistic peculiarities, but their liaisons are very helpful. We inquired as to what she was doing here so far out.

"Oh you are gonna love it!" another phrase we are learning to be wary of. "Victor, that's this bad boy right here," she affectionately slaps the armrest of her, now that we are closer, disturbingly modified vessel. Is that a second engine cluster bolted on the back? And a... weird exposed device with a large neon label - Space BBQ. We instinctively fear her and her next words. "He and I are making a race track with these here ice cubes. I got this idea when I was a kid, and it is going to be. So. Awesome!"

All of the red flags triggered. Then, Abigail demonstrates by shooting a harpoon claw... thing... at a nearby object the size of a few skyscrapers and begins pulling it towards a cluster of other planetesimals. Normally, these kind of clouds have stabilized over billions of years and each object is thousands and millions of kilometers from one another.

There were dozens stacked so close to each other that you could barely fit an escape pod between in some places. One in particular was surrounded by a small cloud of its own.

"Ooh, that one right there." She enthusiastically pointed out its somewhat flattened ovoid shape. "Doesn't it just scream to you that it wants to be the ultimate doughnut? Hector thinks so, he's my cat by the way - Say hi Hector! [hiss] (Fine, be that way, ya bum) Love that bastard. Anyway, just gotta finish blasting a hole big enough and it'll be the perfect finish line."

Not wanting to hurt our sanity further, we decided to leave her be, but not before she proudly exclaimed over all open channels:

"Remember to tell your folks if they ever wanna race to come here to Abby's Action Asteroids [quick whisper] (trademark pending)! Soon it'll have laser obstacles!"

[xjulixred45x]

I've been thinking about it lately and I wouldn't be shocked if at in four knights we maybe did see Mordred in the story and

I think the one way we could have it where Arthur is mordred's father is if not that him ending up with his sister like in all the various versions of the King Arthur stories but it

could be where if Arthur met his sister at some point and she passed away he adopted her son and became mordred's adopted father that would make sense

even though I don't think nakuba would do this I'm just trying to think of a solution were Mordred could be introduced and not be incest baby 🤔

Again it's nakuba so I now it may always do what he does best sadly 😮‍💨

oohhhhh that would actually be a fantastic solution to avoid incest in the 4KOTA continuity.

Morgan may not even have to be dead to begin with for that to happen, perhaps Arthur (as in canon) upon turning evil decided to keep his nephew as he was technically his only heir at the time and Morgan couldn't really do much to get him back.

This would have a lot of Angst potential! Imagine that Mordred, being raised by Arthur, tells him that Morgan is dead, lies to him about the "eternal kingdom" and when Mordred is eventually exposed to the real world, it is something totally different from how his uncle/father proposed it, or worse, He finds out that Arthur lied to him about his mother and begins to doubt his loyalty to Carmelot.

It could open the door to another reason for Morgan to want to kill Arthur, not only to recover his brother from the chaos, but also to save his son from becoming the next vessel, since of course, a child with the Pendragon genes, with Morgan's magical abilities and Arthur's durability and reach? If Chaos takes over Mordred, it would be UNSTOPPABLE.

YOU JUST GAVE ME A GREAT IDEA FOR ONE OF MY ORIGINAL PROJECTS FRIEND, THANK YOU ✨✨✨

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oohhhhh eso seria en realidad una solución fantastica para evitar en incesto en la continuidad de 4KOTA.

puede que Morgana nisiquiera tenga que estar muerta para empezar para que eso pase, talvez Arthur (como en canon) al volverse malvado decidio quedarse con su sobrino al ser técnicamente su unico heredero en el momento y Morgana realmente no podria hacer mucho para recuperarlo.

¡esto tendria mucho potencial de Angst! imagínate que Mordred siendo criado por Arthur el le diga que Morgana esta muerta, le mienta sobre el "reino eterno" y cuando Mordred eventualmente s exponga al mundo real, sea algo totalmente diferente a como su tio/padre se lo planteaba, o peor, enterarse de que Arthur le mintio sobre su madre y empiece a dudae sobre su lealtad hacia Carmelot..

podría abrir la puerta a otro motivo de Morgan para querer acabar con Arthur, no solo para recuperar a su hermano del caos, sino salvar a su hijo de convertirse en el proximo recipiente, ya que claro, un niño con los genes de los Pendragon, con las habilidades magicas de Morgan y la durabilidad y alcance de Arthur? si Caos de apodera de Mordred, seria IMPARABLE.

ME ACABAS DE DAR UNA IDEA GENIAL PARA UNO DE MIS PROYECTOS ORIGINALES AMIGO, GRACIAS ✨✨✨

[lucycore]

Hello again haha

As you can tell by now I LOVE your work. And I saw you wanted some ideas.

ANYWAY!

I've got a Peter Criss fan fic (🌶🔥 of course) idea for ya!

I've heard from Paul and Gene that Peter threw his drumsticks on them (live on stage) when he got upset.

So... What if that drumstic hits you (reader). After the show and he walks towards "you" after the show to ask if you're alright, and yeah... You'll do the rest😏

Heyy I really enjoy that idea. Hope u like it and thx a lot ♡

Peter criss imagine

Pov: Peter accidentally hurts u with his drumstick.

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It's 1979 and u finally could go on a Kiss concert. U were very excited to see the boys but deep down in ur heart u were more excited about seeing ur favorite catman with his cute cat make up. Peter criss.

U decided to be the most beautiful girl on the concert and even made sure to get in the very first row, right next to the stage. Ur heart was beating like crazy knowing u will see soon ur favorite boys..Or should I say boy? ;) (sorry).

After waiting for way too long finally, the lights changed and u heard loud screams and cheering all around u..The boys finally came on stage. Ur eyes immediately turned themselves to see Peter with his cute face paint, smiling at the fans that were freaking out. U couldn't stop smiling seeing him all happy and cute..He made u blush like crazy.

They started playing and u couldn't help but just cry out. U waited for way too long and now finally u could see them life..It felt like a dream.

As u were singing along all dreamed up and not aware of anything as if u left earth, u got woken up by a bang to ur head and slight pain that followed right after.

"What the heck? What was that?" It shocked u. "Felt like I got hit by something."

U looked around if someone hit u by accident but that wasn't the case. Everyone was concentrated on the guys playing. U looked down on the floor and saw a drumstick.

"Wait?..Is that...Is that Peters drumstick?" U had a lot of feelings go through u at that moment when u realized that u got hit by his drumstick.

In fact, peter was known to throw his sticks around and people did see it but when they couldn't catch it they just kinda left it there thinking someone else did catch it also Peter was known for getting upset and not throwing it directly at the fans but rather at Paul and Gene. Well this time it hit u.

U couldn't really process what was happening. Is it real life or am I actually dreaming? I got to see peter live and now even found his drumstick? Wtf is going on?

U could stop smiling, everything was perfect. The last great thing that could happen would be him calling u backstage but that's impossible so u quickly got it out of ur mind.

After the show was done all the fans started going out or backstage when they had a vip ticket. U sadly didn't so with the pain in ur heart and Peters drumstick close to ur heart u started making ur way out. Surprisingly u heard a voice behind u saying "hey" so u turned around curious who would it be. "Now I'm really getting nuts." U thought.

U couldn't believe ur eyes. It was peter..Fucking Peter criss standing in front of u with a soft almost nervous smile. U started shaking, ur heart beating higher and ur face getting pale.

"Im sorry for hurting u with my drumstick..I should be more careful and maybe not throw too hard objects..."

U just stared at him with a shocked face not quite ready to process what was going on.

"Hope ur ok?..." He added.

"Y-Yeah sure..Don't worry about it..Didn't even hurt that bad.." U smiled nervously.

He smiled back and nodded softly.

"So...Can I do something for u?.." He asked.

"F-For me? U stuttered. "N-No..I mean I'm okay and it's already a blessing getting hit by ur drumstick and then having u talk to me..What more could I wish for?" U said happily what made him laugh a little shyly as he looked down.

"Well are u sure? How about I take u backstage..We could talk more and better..It's quite chaotic here."

U thought u will pass out..Usually these things only happen in ur imagination but this time it's fucking real. U of course nodded and went with him. U guys went into his room and u just had to look around..It was stunning to see his room that he had while being on tour.

*Time skip*

After talking for some time u got more comfortable with him and he with u. U saw noticed his looks on ur body, literally striping u down with his eyes. U did look sexy that evening and got some guys to look at u but tonight it seems like ur only his..And by his I mean Peter.

"Yk it was nice meeting a chill girl like u..and again sorry for hurting u..I didn't mean to throw it that far."

U again told him that it was alright. He suddenly moved closer to u and ur heart again started beating faster.

"I know how I can make this up.." He whispered softly what made u blush like crazy.

"R-Really? How?" Ur face got read and the look in ur face was just shocked and nervous.

Peter smirked and as u were trying to realize what was happening, u were laying there, legs spread wide apart and Peters head between them.

Ur hand were grabbing onto the bed sheets as Peters tongue entered ur opening. U had ur head thrown back feeling his tongue penetrating u.

U let out not too loud but high moans while feeling all dizzy from the pleasure. U never had ur pussy licked before and for the very first time of yours it felt like heaven.

U didn't know what to do with ur head and the bed sheets weren't enough to grab so u just went for his hair and pulled him even closer, making his face almost disappear in ur private parts. His hands were stroking ur thighs and grabbing onto them. Ur eyes rolled back as u felt close to cumming.

U started cursing and his fingers thrusted in u as he felt u getting closer. His tongue was eating ur clit, hitting ur g spot.

Ur moans got louder and ur legs started closing but he forcefully kept them open. Ur back arched and ur body lifted itself while u were cumming all over his face and fingers. U literally squirted his fingers out of ur opening. That's how well he made u cum. He had a lot of experience and good for u..Ur first time having Oral was like an complete dream..People wouldn't believe if u would tell them.

He left u hardly breathing on the bed. U closed ur eyes cuz u needed a second while he was watching u and smirking. U told him that it was ur first time and he got excited about it and also got a little ego booster hearing how good he was.

Now u didn't have any condoms like him but u still wanted to repay him so without saying anything u sat up and made him lay down. U never sucked dick before but u didn't care about that, u just wanted to satisfy ur king so u just started stroking it and slowly licking and kissing his tip. Peter let out a little groan and closed his eyes, having one arm behind his head.

When u noticed that u were doing the right thing u decided to take him deeper inside but got stopped by ur gag reflex. U sucked on it for a bit to get ur throat used to that feeling so it allowed u to take him deeper and let him feel the heaven u felt a few mins ago. His groans got louder and ur sucking deeper and faster.

With ur free hand u squeezed his big balls for extra pleasure and with the other one u were stroking his cock while sucking.

He groaned and was keep telling u how good ur doing and how much he enjoys it.

This made u even weaker for him and letting him fuck ur throat was like a reward.

While he was closer to his climax, he grabbed the back of your head and pushed u deeper in. Ur gag reflex returned but u didn't care less. Ur only goal was to satisfy him and nothing more. He was thrusting faster and faster making ur eyes clench till he finally released in ur mouth.

His warm load was dripping down ur throat and his cock twitching on ur tongue. After he took it out of ur mouth u swallowed what was left of his load in ur mouth mixed with ur saliva.

He fell back on the bed all exhausted and heavily breathing while u laid ur head on his chest.

"That was amazing y/n" He mumbled.

"It was" U had ur eyes closed and breathed out deeply.

"I won't let u go..U will have to stay here till morning..U were so amazing and so beautiful..I need u right now to calm down and spend time with someone who's not like those groupie whores."

His words made u feel so special and u just still kinda couldn't believe that it's true..Usually at that point u would wake up and hate that u did but this time it was completely real. U were laying in ur favorite Rockstars arms and u were more than happy, hoping this never ends...

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Excuse any typos. It's currently 1am I'm tired goodnight.

[lovelyd0gg]

"My dear, we will find each other."

Summary: You and Eugene met as children until suddenly he wasn't there anymore. You thought he forgot about you or didn't care about you anymore. But one day, you got drafted and became a nurse in WWII, where you meet an old friend, maybe an old lover? ♡♡

Warning: SO FLUFFY, mentions of war, wounds, and hopeless flirting<3

You first met Eugene Roe in kindergarten when you moved to Louisiana, you didn't have a lot of friends so it was a real miracle that he even wanted to be friends with you. It was a regular day going to school when suddenly, Eugene didn't come which was very confusing since he never missed a single day at school. You immediately thought negative things and had a full on breakdown after school, hoping he didn't forget you or even worse, hate you for some reason.

You got drafted to WWII, you're family was devastated, crying was echoing around the house, your mother and father couldn't stop hugging you, begging you to not go, you we're still their little baby in their hearts. You'd be lying if you said it didn't hurt you when it was the day you had to go, but, you couldn't do anything about it.

You then became a nurse, got taught how to treat different types of wounds, which tools you needed to use, etc. Things started to get really bad once Easy company got to Bastogne. The soldiers we're dropping like flies, Lieutenant Dike was absolutely useless and everyday would be at least 3 new wounded soldiers. It was awful and you didn't know how much longer you could last.

Well one day, you we're tending the wounds of new soldiers that came in late yesterday, when suddenly you heard a familiar Cajun accent telling some people to move out of the way so they could come through. You look up from the soldier and saw him... You saw Eugene Roe. He had grown up to be quite handsome if you did say so yourself. At first, he didn't recognize you, but once he glanced at you for maybe the 5th time, his eyes widened and he couldn't stop looking at you. In his eyes, you were stunning, gorgeous, beautiful! You we're absolutely perfect! He approaches you and with his signature calm and gentle voice. "You look stunning, Y/N" You felt your cheeks heat up slightly and you knew there was a pink tint on your cheeks, he noticed and he chuckled. "Where have you been?" You asked in fake-anger, you weren't happy that he left you out of the blue as a child when you we're worried sick about him. "Had t' move here, wasn't my fault. I had no choice." You finally understood after so many years! He had to move away from Louisiana, yet he didn't say goodbye to you. "Well, I sure missed you. Didn't know you were gonna be here though." His lips cracked a small smile and he chuckled ever so slightly. "Got drafted, my momma was devastated. Didn't let me go of my arm." That sentence 'Didn't let go of my arm' reminded you of the day you had to leave your family to go to war. A pang of sadness hit your chest but you pushed those feelings aside. "You look good." You said plainly. "What, that's it? Not even a 'oh you look so handsome, Gene!" He teased, he still had the same gentle voice you remembered. "In you're dreams, hun. If ya want a compliment, I assure you, I'm not the right one to give it to ya." You joked. He gave a hearty laugh. "Well, if I can't get a compliment, I mighta just keep on complimenting you." He teased once again, the way he said it made you feel somewhat attracted to him. What was this feeling? Was it love? You didn't feel this for so long... It felt nice.

A couple days go by and Eugene rushes in worried, Joe Toye and Bill Guarnere are rushed in the infirmary, Toye's leg blown off and Guarnere's leg mangled, only revealing his muscle which is pumping violently. "We got attacked with bombs, Guarnere tried saving Toye from the previous bomb attack that got his leg blown off then a second attack came and mangled his leg... You think you can patch 'em up?" He asked you with a scared tone with a hint of concern. You've seen bad wounds before but a mangled leg and blown off leg certainly gave you a scare and you felt like you needed to puke. Luckily, 2 medics came to you and told you that you can go take a little break due to how much you had been working. You immediately rush outside, Eugene follows behind you, when he opened the outside door, he saw you sitting against the hard bricked wall hugging your knees and crying. He felt so many emotions, worry, concern, sadness, frustration, and the huge need to comfort you. "Hey doll, c'mon, what's wrong? You can tell me." You look up from hugging your knees to look into his eyes. "C'mere." He suddenly pulled you into his arms and rubbed your back with one hand and the other playing with your hair as you cried in his arms. "Let it all out, darlin'. I ain't goin' nowhere." He said with a soothing tone. "I feel so useless, Eugene... There are so many wounded soldiers coming here and I can't save them!" He immediately pulls back and looks at you. "Don't say that ever, darlin'. You ain't useless and certainly ain't losing 'em. You got a lot of soldiers back in the field and it's all because of your magic healin' hands." He smiled at you, he was great at comforting you especially. "But.. What about Guarnere and Toye? What do I do with them?" He looks into your eyes. "The other 2 medics over there are takin' care of 'em. No need to worry, cutie." He smiled at you.. He was so handsome and you just wanted to pull him into a kiss. "What's goin' through ya little mind right now, hun?" He asked in a teasing tone. "Nothing.. Just wondering." You replied in a soft and quiet tone. No way in hell would you ever tell him how you felt! Unless.. He felt the same way for you?! "I don't think that's true, love. Somethin's goin' on through that pretty little head of yours. What is it?" That's when you finally decided to speak. "Listen Eugene.. I don't know how to say this but you drive me insane! You make me feel so good about myself and you have the most soothing and gentle voice in the whole damn world and I can't get enough of it! I missed you so much when you left me, and I'm so glad I found you again. Please, just please, I wanna be yours. Before some girl tries taking you away from me.." Your words got you shocked and Eugene have a full on smile. He pulled you into a kiss, not an aggressive or passionate one, more of a gentle and soft kiss. He pulls back. "I'd love to be yours, darlin'." Wait a minute, did you hear that right?! He accepted to be your boyfriend! This made you so happy. Your insides we're twisting and turning and you couldn't believe he kissed you!! "You make me so happy, Eugene." He smiled at you and kisses your cheek. "Yeah? What's next? You love me?" He teased. "I love you." You said quickly and without hesitation, which he laughed at and said. "I love you too, idiot."

A few years go by and the war ended. Sadly, you couldn't move in with Eugene since you had to be home with your family. You hugged him as you cried. "All this fighting and treating wounds for what?! Separating each other?! I wanna stay with you.." You said out of anger and frustration. He patted your back and gave you reassuring kisses on the head. "We'll call, don't worry. I won't forget ya." He smiled as he said that. "Don't even think about forgetting me or I'll kill you.." You said out of anger, he knew you wouldn't dare hurt him. "Yeah, yeah. I love you too, dumbass." You look up at him as tears rolled down your cheeks. "Will I ever see you again..?" He looked down at you, he gave you a small kiss on your lips and pulled back.

"My dear, we will find each other. No matter where we go, I'll always find you."

[sonicasura]

" Huh, this is definitely new."

Rider would emit with no hesitation that telling what exact Monster would hatch from the egg was a bit tricky, someone could tell what classification a Monster is by color and egg patterns, telling what would hatch into is a bit tough. So when one of the eggs began to rattle and crack it immediately drew Rider undivided attention.

* Crashhhh*

A large sound startled the Rider, as they turned to meet the noise they were met with a frantic looking Kafka, who scanned the room until it landed on Rider and the egg. Rushing over an exicted Kafka immediately huddle around the egg.

Rider: Kafka? How did you kn-

Kafka: I heard the egg start to rattle.

Rider simply blinked before shurrging and going back to observeing the egg.

Hoshina: So this is were you went, I was wondering why you broke out into mach 2 speed?

Hoshina walked over and leened forward to get a look at the rapidly shaking egg.

Hoshina: So one of the eggs is hatching, well I would be lying if I said this didn't interest me. Oh by the way I told Mina about you rushing off, so she should ve here any-

Reno: Sir!!! Why the did you rush off from training like that!

Kikoru: Ya Hibino, scareing me like that is quite rude of you!

There slight anger and confusion was replaced with fascination and understanding when the saw the egg wobbling back and forth. Though before they could say anything a voice behind them startled them.

Mina: So the egg is getting ready to hatch.

Startling the two young officers Mina walked forward and crouched down between Rider and Kafka.

Mina: So do you know what Monster will hatch from the egg?

Rider: I'm not sure only thing I'm positive about is the Monster being a fanged beast, beside that off the top of my head I can't tell what Monster will specifically hatch.

Reno: So what your saying is that you have no idea what to expect.

Rider: Well not fully.

Reno: That doesn't make it any more usefull.

Before any more bantering could happen a major crack could be heard and all eyes were on the egg.

* Criiiiicckkkk, Crack*

The egg began to hatch fully and a little flash followed the egg completely hatching. Where an egg once stood now stoid a baby Monster.... a baby Monster Rider couldn't recognize.

Reno: What do you mean you don't recognize it!?!?

Rider: Hey I said I don't recognize it off the top of my head, be I'm pretty sure I've seen it in the Monsterpedia.

The Monster in question had an ape like body along with a face that heavely reseambled a bulldogs face, with white fur, rasberry red hair around it's hands and head going down it back. Though before anyone could examine the hatchling more closely a small ruffle could be seen in the blanket used as a nest for the egg, and soon a sight that shocked all of them ( Kafka and his Kaiju side were estatic) a second hatchling popped it's head out and climbed on top of the blankets. This one bore striking similarity to the other with key differences. Still having an ape like body and white fur, they differed in the fact that they had striking azure blue fur instead of Red and had a wolf like face instead of a bulldog.

All eyes turned to Rider, except for Kafka who was enamoured by the newest editions too the family.

Rider: Umm give me a minute while I go get the Monsterpedia.

After everyone was settled and the two hatchlings were given a lot of water and easy to chew meats, Rider began to read the Monsters entry

Rider: Alright here we are I knew that I recognized them, ahem the one with red fur is a Monster called Lolo Gougarf, the one with blue fur is called Ray Gougarf. The Gougarf with red fur and it's defining features listed here are born with the dominant gene of the Gougarf species, the Gougarf with blue fur and the listed features are carriers of the species recessive gene. Both are given the prefixes to there name to help better define and catalouge these Fanged Beasts.

Kikoru: Wow that's something else but why did two come out of the egg instead of one?

Rider: Give me juuuussstttt a seconddd. Here we are, while a rare occurence it's possible for certain Monster eggs to be double yoked, while the exact specifics of what allows an egg to be double yoked are not fully understood, it is generally believed to be a genetic evolution to allow a Monster to have more young in less time with greater gene diverisity per nesting attempt. Another factor is that Monsters that can't have multiple eggs: Example, Rathian's average around four eggs per nesting, while an Anjanath will only have two eggs at most. The leading theory being that the less eggs a Monster has per nesting period the more likely they will devolpe genes to lay double-yolked eggs. So ya that's the reason, and it just so happened that not only was the Gougarf egg double-yolked but they both show off there species dominant and recessive gene.

Hoshina: Fascinating to think that there be such in depth information and diversity about your world's Monsters.

Rider: Also it says Gougarfs can majorly manipulate the natural magnetic field to there will.

Everyone: WHAT!?!?!?!

Lol I knew the magnetism ability would get them. Wait until they see their teamwork since Ray and Lolo are menaces together.

Kafka is definitely designated as the 'egg timer' for the group cause he knows when the egg is about to hatch. If he had a default tail, then that thing would be wagging 40 mph. Mina is secretly just as bad but hides it better. She likes animals and the two babies are adorable.

[analogwriting]

No way you wrote that when drunk are you crazy 😭😭😭 and it's so good tho?? Like are you sure you were drunk because I genuinely couldn't tell lol haven't read the amab one but the afab one is muah 👌 perfect

Thank you for that, you didn't have to but you did anyway and I'm sure I'm not the only one grateful 🙏🙏🙏 also I wonde if Heat will just realize it one day like he will be doing something random and remember that moment and be like "now wait a damn second-" I also wonder what Kid's reaction will be he'll probably like "...wait haven't you guys been doing that already?" Or "fucking finally jesus christ what took you so long" like it isn't his damn fault 💀

I have one (1) talent and it's being able to do things I should while inebriated. I have a really high tolerance tho thanks to my genes and terrible habits grown my up ✋💀

heats gonna have that "oh my god, my parents were never moving furniture!" moment and probably die on the spot. kid is gonna probably just "wow bigs you're less cranky are you finally shagging" trying to be a smug and teasing you and when you're all startled he just

"EW I DIDNT WANT TO KNOW THAT" like kid maybe you should shut your mouth next time 💀💀💀 ya played yaself

[ohkate]

Weekly Tag Wednesday

Thank you for the tag, @energievie, @juliakayyyyy, @jrooc, and @such-a-barbarian for the tag love.

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name: I grew up in a time where you weren't supposed to give out your real name online, so Kate Jones became my alias based on the show 'Alias' and I've used it since.

zodiac sign: Libra

fuzzy socks or fuzzy blankets? blanket because I don't like socks. I don't like being too hot. I walk around barefoot almost all the time.

do you enjoy winter? I would enjoy it more if I didn't have to fear dying because I have to go to work. For my job, I don't understand why we can't stay home on snow days. I have a job where I can work entirely from home but, no, can't have that.

what’s your comfort book or movie? John Wick is a big one. I also love any mystery/suspense movies.

what’s your favorite way to wind down after a long day? I love marathoning tv shows. I like having a new episode waiting for me when I get home. I also love hellishly hot showers.

tell me something you like about yourself: I have no 'embarassing' gene, lol. I'm on the autism spectrum, and I'm super direct. It's not always a good thing, but I think it is for me because I don't let things fester. But there's no topic too taboo and there's nothing I won't talk about in public or with strangers.

I've learned to pick up on some queues from people so I try not to be rude, but I have no problem with people oversharing with me and vice-versa. Someone, somewhere decided we shouldn't talk about things out of some sense of decorum that some uptight dude in a suit probably came up with to control his wife, so I like that I'm not ashamed of things.

There's never an elephant in any room I'm in because I want to pet it, so I point it out right away! favorite artist? Flavio Zaark is my favorite sculpture artist. I couldn't choose a musician. I like movie scores. Hans Zimmer, Carter Burwell, Thomas Newman, Max Richter, M83, Zach Hemsey… I could go on for days. how do you practice self-care? A few years ago, I stopped arguing with stupid people. I just don't want to spend the energy on it. The earth is flat? Sure, fine. No problem. Good luck to ya. what’s a song that makes you feel joyful? The Nothing Song by Sigur Ros.

a book you want to read this year: I'm sticking with fanfic. I've read such a plethora of dramatic Ian/Mickey fics this year that I think I'd like to have some well-written, fun or funny fics that just make you smile at the end.

what advice would you give your younger self? Put every penny toward buying a house because, even though you may not ever want one, you will prefer it over what you are dealing with. You'll be stuck paying 2500 bucks a month for an apartment where you are living with crackheads and rapists and you get almost no sleep because of neverending music.

and finally, you’re given a plane ticket to anywhere in the world, no strings attached. where are you going? A food tour of all the Top Chef contestant/judge restaurants with someone who just wants to eat their way around the world and gain twenty pounds.

tagging @callivich, @tsuga-of-mars, @gillyp, @gallawitchxx

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This is a Sans centered glimpse prize for my story Cupcake. Given some of the themes I don't recommend checking it out if you're sensitive to certain topics. While this post could be considered tame or mild, the main story certainly isn't so please do NOT force yourself to engage if that's a possibility.

For those that do follow the story and have an interest behind some of Sans' thought processes this is for you! I posted this in the comments on the fic but I know not everyone reads those so I'm also sharing it here. I hope this satisfies some curiosities as well as peaks them ^^

Word Count: 1000 Rating: M TWs: Mentions of Death/Murder

Sans wasn't good with kids.

Didn't matter how old or young they were. Didn't matter how long he'd spent around them or if he knew them or not. He simply couldn't understand them.

Children were confusing, awkward.

They'd run up for the most random of reasons just to yell really loudly, jump up and down like a spaz, and then zoom off as if they'd accomplished something remarkable.

Or they'd try to hold a conversation over something they knew absolutely nothing about and act like they did with an eye roll inducing confidence that just served to annoy rather than endear.

Sans really wasn't good with kids.

Even when trying to joke with them he couldn't help feeling disappointed and unsatisfied with their reactions.

Either they didn't get it and would shrug him off, take it too literally and try to sound smart by making a point blank statement he had no wish to listen to, or worse yet—and the one reason he despised the most—they laughed simply because they knew that was the right reaction to give.

It really sucked because Sans lived for making others laugh and kids were supposed to be easy—but they weren't.

Then there was touching.

Kids liked to touch.

A lot.

When someone touched him it'd make him extremely uncomfortable.

He didn't like people in his personal space, sometimes—very rarely—Papyrus was an exception to the rule, but aside from that he simply didn't like being touched and he was always very vocal about that.

More than vocal.

Violent.

But when it was a kid—he couldn't exactly tell them 'hey pal, a bit too handsy for me, ya mind?'

Because they were a kid.

And kids cried very easily.

Sans didn't like making anyone cry, he couldn't stand the sounds or the sight; it was ugly, gross, disgusting. He tried his best to avoid it because he didn't like witnessing it as much as he bet the one doing it didn't like experiencing it.

So when a kid would spontaneously hug him: he'd ball his fists in his pockets and grit his teeth as he let them hug it out until they grew bored and eventually ran off again.

He tried very hard to be accommodating to their youth and naivety, but it was difficult.

Mainly because he didn't see them as kids.

The word didn't hold the same meaning to him as it seemingly did to everyone else. To him kids were just adults that hadn't learned to wipe their butts yet or could figure what two plus two equaled.

They were just uneducated, dumb, mini people.

Whatever instinct or gene it was that made others fawn over big puppy dogged eyes or bobble headed figure cuteness to inspire protectiveness or adoration, Sans didn't inherit it.

Sure, he had the urge to protect but it wasn't as intense as the guy next to him probably felt. It was the same feeling as if he was warning a neighbor that the lock on their back door was broken or that there was a supposed rabid dog in the area.

There was no flare of defensiveness to override his logic or indifference that he felt in equal measure to every other living being simply because of their ignorance and vulnerability.

And maybe that was fucked up.

But it wasn't something he could help.

Not that he even wanted to.

Admittedly, this process of thought is likely what had made it easy for him to kill the little things when they'd fallen underground, over, and over again.

They were just another dead person.

They were just like another dead monster that dusted from lack of hope and starvation from being trapped underground.

There was no difference.

They were nothing special.

It wasn't like he couldn't stand kids either. On the contrary, he could like them just as much as he liked Grillby or even on occasion Toriel.

To prove a point: he was alright with Aliza.

All anyone had to do was take one look at him and her, and know that he cared a lot for the kid. It'd taken a lot of ups and downs, misunderstandings and pain, but he did care about her.

He made a promise to her.

But, ultimately…

Aliza was Aliza.

She wasn't a kid.

Young, naïve, and stupid? Check, check, and double check. But she learned, she understood and adapted where she needed to, he never had to tell her anything twice.

Aliza had sympathy and understanding filled with knowledge. She didn't feel sad just to feel sad because she knew she should've been if she wanted to appear kind and empathetic, no there were legitimate reasons behind how she felt. She wasn't a robot, a blank canvas going through the motions until it learned what those motions meant and the weight they held.

Aliza was different—an anomaly, and he admired her for that.

Papyrus had never truly been a kid; in form sure, but definitely not mentally (though he had tried his best to act like one). Which meant that it technically didn't count. So by the by, he didn't have any real experience with them, which meant that he still wasn't good with kids.

Then he met you.

And you had the most striking laugh, carefree and real—at one of his lamest jokes.

A shy little thing that understood, at least somewhat, his intentions. That knew what he had meant by his words and had happily latched onto them.

You went from submissively bowing your head and hiding beside Aliza to openly staring up at him with a grateful, welcoming, smile as you took a small step forward.

One good look at you was all he needed.

Unassuming, innocent, bare of visible scars or damage.

Unlike Aliza…you were definitely a kid.

But more than that however, was the vibrancy of your soul as it lit up under his gaze, so bright it was practically blinding.

At that moment…

Sans felt he could, maybe, be alright with you too.

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I am too much in Herald, Daniel Sullivan and Fallen Hero brain rot right now, so here ya go folks. My OC x Herald shenanigans

"It has always been black and white out there, if you're a villain you're evil, and good if you're a hero. That's what it's always been."

Daniel looked below the busy streets of the place he now calls home. Los Diabolos, the only place he could go after taking the hero serum and moving away from his parents after what happened with his brother, the place where he'll get a new start and get a name for himself by saving people, and the place where his hero Sidestep resides.

No … not Sidestep, he goes by Von now.

An hour ago, Wei dismissed Daniel and told him to go rest and be ready for tomorrow. Daniel took the command with no question as he felt both physically and mentally tired. Today was a shitty day there was no sugarcoating from the normally positive Ranger. With a nod from Wei, he leaves the building and flew up to the rooftop entrance of his own abode.

He really needed rest, he can feel it in his bones, maybe a drink or two as well but as he enters his room before he could do anything of what he was planning his thoughts stop when he sees it. The lone folded sweater that Von left the night he slept here, Daniel was supposed to give it back to him today before he got the text of Ortega being in an accident. And then everything else about Von comes to focus on Daniel's mind, the way their skins have touched as they made love, the way Von told him that he loved him, and the room started to feel suffocating as he could swear he could still smell him, this was supposed to be his place to rest, to feel safe and yet his bedroom reeks of Von and he needed to get away, Daniel didn't even notice he was already hovering until he made the move himself to get as far away from his own room. Flying from his rooftop entrance to god knows where just somewhere where he can breathe and think. He needs to rest, he needs to stop thinking about what happened today, and he needs to stop thinking of Von.

But that's the problem because Daniel never stopped thinking about Von.

It all started when Von agreed to start training with him, sure he was already attracted to Von at that time but his intention was always wanting him to help him train in combat, he knew he needed it, and he couldn't make the same mistake again, and Von might be his best bet in helping him get the upper hand against K.

But during their training, Daniel never went intentionally hurt Von despite the other not pulling any punches, he just thinks that Von has already been hurt so much before, so much so that the secrecy behind whatever happened during Heartbreak is well kept to themselves by the three remaining people who were involved fateful day. Daniel tried to respect their want to keep it to themselves but he can't help it, a part of him wants to help Von, he doesn't know how but he just wants to help. And seeing Von look so tired and hurt, and fight like he can't afford to lose makes him hope that one day Von will trust him enough to confide in him.

Maybe it was his want to care for Von that urged him to ask Von to have coffee with him, but he knew it was more than that, at that point he already liked Von, and he was ecstatic when Von accepts the invitation and flirts back with him. He felt like a high schooler asking his crush again, and he couldn't deny how handsome Von was when he actually smiles.

Then it was the night of their date, and Von dressed for the occasion and it stirred something inside him, Von looked at him with the smile he's grown to love, although he looked quite troubled and more tired than usual. The night went as smoothly as Daniel could get when it comes to Von, what he didn't expect was taking him home back to his own place, nor the fact that Von will confide to him that he was a Re-gene, it was a surprise but the fact that Von trusted him enough to tell him was telling to him how much Von felt for him, he hated how Von talked about himself like he's something that can be thrown away after he's been used, it caused rage inside him to those who made Von think like that, but he cast those feelings away to tell Von how much human he is then he thinks, and maybe his speech was more grandiose than he though from the way Von looked at him in awe, and when his lips met Daniel's, he thinks he said the right words. The kiss was perfect, Von was perfect and everything about him is perfect, and as they make love that night he made sure that Von knew that to him he was perfect his heart swell when Von told him how much he loved him, and Daniel told him how he loves him back, and as they lay there together under his sheets, tired but satisfied Daniel was ecstatic with how things are going and he was looking forward to his future with Von.

Then the message from his phone arrives as he folds the sweater that Von left on his house, telling him that Ortega was injured.

And that Von is K.

And Daniel's life starts to fall apart.

K, the villain who decides to show up uninvited, decides to cause mayhem and steal from the museum, the same K who he fought and lost to, the reason he was in rehab, the same K who gave him nightmares as he tries to forget how he completely lost to him, the same K he was afraid of because he knew where to hit on their weaknesses. Daniel quickly flew to the headquarters, hoping this is just some kind of sick joke but it isn't, Von was there talking to Ortega and everything hit all at once.

He felt angry, betrayed, and most of all hurt. How can Von do this to him? To them? Daniel couldn't help but feel like he's been played, the person who was training him was the person he wanted to defeat, the person he talked to every day was the person he fucking feared, and the person he fell in love was the villain was supposed to fall apart. Was everything they had a lie? Just a way for Von to get info about them? Was he just a pawn in his plans? Was anything they had even real?

He should hate Von, he really should.

He can't.

That night was far too real for it to be fake, that night was when he saw Von fully, that Von was the one that told him he loved him, and Daniel loves him back.

It shows when he all but ran to Von's room when he saw what Angie was about to do, and he felt his blood boil when he arrived too late when the all too familiar smell permeates the room. He tells Angie to leave, he'll talk to her later but for now…

"Don't move," Daniel says as he tries not to meet Von's eyes which is almost impossible with the wound being just under it.

"Danny-"

"No." Daniel cuts him off, trying to calm his heart from Von's nickname of him. "Don't talk, please." Von listens … and as Daniel does what he can tending to what Angie did Von looked at him, and as much as Von would say he's an open book Daniel has gotten a better read on him too. There was a look of regret, of fear, and lo- He quickly moves back when the thought arrives in his head, seeing as he's done what he can he decides moves to leave, not wanting to stay there.

But when Von held his arms and called out for him, he stopped. "Please Danny we need to talk." Von's voice was desperate as he looks at him, he knew that look, it was the same look that Von did when he told him he was a re-gene, and he tries his damnest not to just rush onto Von's side and hug him, not this time. He needed to let out his frustrations, and if Von wanted to talk, then they'll talk.

"What's more to talk about, you used me, manipulated me and you think I'll listen to what you'll say?" Daniel begins. "I was scared of you, I had to go to rehab because of you, you knew all of this, you know how much you had hurt me and yet you still went on to train me, for what to know how to fight back when we inevitably fight again? Or were you just using that so you could gossip about the happenings with the Rangers?"

"I trained you because I genuinely wanted to help you, Danny."

"I needed training because of you."

"I had no choice, Danny!" Von raised his voice and Daniel couldn't but feel frustrated.

"You always have a choice, Von."

"I need to do this!" Von all but shouts, as tears fell from his eyes as his hands move to hug himself. "I don't want to go back there."

The Farm, Daniel guesses. He heard it from Von himself, and he knew how much that place has caused Von to be like this, and the logical side of himself reminds him of the pain Von has dealt him but he cared too much for Von

"You should've just let Argent kill me, at least I'll die by my choice," Von spoke, so silent and yet so loud in the room their in.

"No." Von looks up to stare at Daniel, who looked at him. "I'm not gonna let you do that."

"Why? I'm not even huma-"

"You are, you are more human than you ever think you were," Herald said as he finally lets go as he moved his hands to wipe some of the tears on Von's face.

"You told me that."

Daniel finally looks at Von. "Do you believe me?"

A beat. "I'm starting to."

Daniel smiles for the first time they've seen each other. "Good."

Daniel removes his hands from Von's face before standing up straight. "I need to go call the nurse to make sure that what Angie did to you gets fixed alright?" He spoke as he starts to move towards the door.

"Danny it's dangerous for me to stay here," Von speaks right before his hands reach the doorknob.

Danny doesn't turn but stops to answer. "We'll handle them when they arrive."

"Listen to me Danny they won't care if you can handle them, I'm their property. They can do whatever they want with you guys and would just chalk it up as an unfortunate accident that caused your deaths, I don't want them to hurt you." Von was begging, but Daniel knew it was not his call to make but Chen's.

"It's Chen's call." He says, and he could feel the other deflating behind his back.

He takes the silence as the end of their discussion, but Daniel had one more question.

"Was it real?" He asks the question that was burning in his mind, turning his head to look at Von who looked at him in confusion. "Us, you loving me, that night, was all of that real?"

Von looked at him, and they stared at each other as Daniel watches Von's eyes soften. "It's real, all of it is."

Danny tries to calm how his heart soars at hearing it, he knows Von's mean it but he wants to make sure. "Why should I believe you?" "Because," Von begins as he takes a breath. "You got to know me when I was already a mess, unlike Ortega or Chen we don't have any past baggage to move past on." He looks at Daniel to see if he's listening, Daniel only nods, motioning him to continue. "You're a breath of fresh air, you're the only person who made me feel like I was someone, not something. You feel like the sun, it was warm and bright, and if I stay too long I might burn but the burn was worth it if it mean feeling your warmth." Von stops, and he sees Daniel staring at him agape. "You mean that?" Daniel asks. "I do," Von said, resolute. And Daniel all but grins, the usual smile he gives him when he meets him at the Ranger headquarters. "That's all I wanted to hear." he finally opens the door. "I'll see what I can do, but it's Chen's final order." He sees Von nod and he finally closes the door. Once he was out of the room he felt overwhelming emotions, the hurt and betrayal are still there, he knows it'll take time for that to be mended. But he also felt happiness, that somehow despite everything what they had was real, and if Daniel was being honest, or perhaps crazy, he was happy. But for now, he needs to look for Angie, they need to talk. Daniel takes a deep breath, he is now back in the skies. He's done reminiscing about what happened the whole day between him and Von. And what he's about to do next. It's stupid, probably the craziest idea ever in his life. Even crazier than him taking the hero pill with his brother. But he's been thinking about it for hours, and he's resolute about it. He grabs his phone as he slowly descends until he was sure he had service and pressed the number he memorized. It rang only once before the other picks up. "I told you to rest Daniel." "Chen I-" Daniel starts but finds himself not knowing what to say. Shit, I should've practiced what I wanted to say huh? He thought as he hears Chen sigh from the other line clearing his thoughts. "I'm giving you 30 minutes." Huh? Did he hear him correctly? "What?" Daniel couldn't help but ask. "I know why you called me," Chen said. "If you're going on with this you need to be quick and careful, Ortega's gonna take care of Angie, and I'm gonna make sure no one knows you're leaving." Daniel couldn't believe what he was hearing, Marshal Steel is helping him break out a villain. Though he would guess this is a very special exception, he couldn't help but ask. "Why help me?" The line went silent for a couple of seconds before Chen speaks, and Daniel might be hearing things but it sounded soft. "You're not the only one who cares about Von." Daniel smiles. "Does he know?" "No, he doesn't," Chen replies. "I thought you might like being the one to tell him." "I do," Daniel replies and he was already flying back to the headquarters, give or take within five minutes. "Thanks, Chen." "Don't thank me yet." Chen's voice was back to being the Marshal now. "I can see you approaching, remember thirty minutes, taking him to your apartment would be safer since he's been there right?" Daniel nods. "Good, you both take care. We'll try to visit later the day." "Yes Sir," Daniel replies before flying faster now ending the call with Chen and focusing on the task at hand, on the way to get Von out. He arrives two minutes later, and the place is deserted like Chen said. And he sees the door to Von's room.

He doesn't knock, and knowing that the emitters are closed then Von definitely knows it's him. And once he enters he was right, Von was already looking at him scared but also confused. "What's happening?" He asks. "I'm getting you out of here." Daniel tries to hide the grin when he sees Von look at him incredulously. "How?" "Chen and Ortega helped," Daniel replies and he could see how Von's expressions soften at the mention of the two. "They care about you too, I care about you. So don't you forget that." Daniel said and Von all but nodded, awestruck but maybe starting to believe the words that Daniel just said.

"Where are we going?" Von asks instead.

"My place," Daniel replies and Von nods. "Alright, but I just want to make sure you're okay with this. Are you sure about this?" Von asked, and as much as Daniel is committed to this, there's still a part of him that bitter and hurt, but it'll heal. "I am sure."

"Alright, then Romeo."

"Romeo?"

"Just sounded fitting."

Daniel smiles while making sure that everything has been removed so he can properly carry Von. "Wouldn't it be Sleeping Beauty instead?"

"Are you making fun of my caffeine addiction again?"

Daniel laughs. "I would never." Everything is prepared. Von looks at him with uncertainty about what will happen, but the way his hold was tight means he trusts him.

"You ready?" He asks Von before they take off.

"As I'll ever be," Von says and takes that answer and flies off the building through the window.

True to Chen's words no one saw them, and the two find themselves back in Daniel's place after ten minutes. With Von already resting on Herald's bed.

"This is…" Von trails off as he sees the neatly folded jacket. "I was gonna return it to you today," Daniel confesses, and Von nods before he looks at Daniel.

"Take it, Danny, it's yours now." Daniel's eyes widen before he smiles.

"Why?" He couldn't help but ask.

"I …" Von starts. "I want to make it up to you."

"Thank you." Is all Daniel replies, before moving to the door to let Von rest, taking the sweater with him.

"Wait, Danny." He stops and looks at Von. "Can you stay? I don't wanna sleep alone." Von looks small lying there on Daniel's bed and he couldn't but nod.

"I'll stay, I'll just do something first then join you." He said as he opens the door. "For now rest alright? I'll be back."

"I love you." Von suddenly says, soft and quiet, and if Daniel wasn't listening clearly he would've missed it, Von looks surprised himself when he said it, before looking sheepish.

Daniel smiles. "I love you too." He said and then closes the door.

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Diaries: Whispers of Destiny | Part 1 - Chapter 2

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"Ugh, why are you so annoying?" Gene groaned at his younger sister as the trio walked through the village. Maria had told Gene to bring his two younger siblings around the village to show them what he does as a guard. Gene wasn't that fond of his younger siblings, I mean, he quite liked Dante but he couldn't stand Grace. Although both of them knew about the bad he had done to get the position Gene had, Grace knew everything and I mean everything. Grace knew every bad thing he has done and what he was really like.

"Gene give up the moaning and get on with the guarding," Grace said, rolling her eyes. Gene gave her an angry glare, "You don't tell me what to do." The two started bickering, Gene giving out about how annoying Grace was and Grace giving out about how much she hated him.

"Ahem," came a voice behind them. The three quickly turned around to see a girl with beautiful blonde hair and wearing a beautiful white dress with baby blue flowers. "Lady Melody," Gene said, bowing down to her. "Hello Gene," she said sweetly as she noticed Dante and Grace standing beside him.

"Oh my Irene, Gene, are these your siblings?" She asked. Gene looked down at us as Grace gave him a smirk. Gene knew that if he wanted to impress Melody, he would have to be nice to Grace and Dante, No matter how much he hated them. "Yep, these are my lovely brother and sister, Dante and Grace!" Gene replied, putting his arms over his two siblings' shoulders.

Grace looked up at Gene and raised an eyebrow. Although she wasn't that much shorter than him - she was just above his shoulder. "Don't ruin this for me, okay?" Gene muttered to Grace, under his breath. That's when Grace realised what he was up to. Grace realised that this was the girl he liked. This was the girl he never stopped talking about at home. 'This is going to be fun' Grace thought to herself, a smirk growing on her face.

"Yeah, Gene loves us, especially when he says I'm the most annoying little sister on earth," Grace smirked. Gene glared at Grace before kicking her on the back of the leg causing Grace wince in pain. Gene Laughed nervously as Melody raised an eyebrow. "Don't mind Grace, I'm only messing when I say that. Isn't that right Grace?" Gene asked gritting his teeth at his sister while ruffling her hair, trying to play it off.

Grace smirked at him before looking back at Melody, "Nope." Melody was quite confused at the whole problem and decided her was going to leave them to sort it out. "Okay... I'm going to leave you all alone so you can figure out this... disagreement. I'll see you around Gene," Melody said as she began to walk away.

When Melody was out of sight, Gene took his arm from around Grace's shoulder and pushed her to one side. "You really had to do that, didn't you?" He said angrily to me. Grace smirked, "Of course I did, I wasn't going to let you lie to the girl that you like, was I?" Gene's eyes widened, "WHAT?! How did you know?"

Grace rolled her eyes at him. "It's so obvious, you act differently around her," she explained, still smirking at her older brother. "Wait isn't that the Lord's daughter?" Dante asked, his gaze following Melody as she walked off.  "That's right," Grace smirked. "She is the Lord's daughter and Gene really thinks he has a chance with her? Definitely not when she finds out what Gene is really like." 

Dante and I giggled to ourselves when Gene growled at us. "Both of you just go home and tell Mom that I had to go to a guard meeting or something," he said as he stormed off. Grace rolled her eyes as she watched her older brother storm off, before she turned to Dante. 

"Sword fight?" Grace asked, Dante nodding in agreement. "Race ya to the meadow!" Dante cried before he raced off towards the meadows, Grace following close behind him.

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"Grace!" Dante cried as rushed into his older sister's room. Grace was sitting on her bed drawing in her sketchbook. She love drawing, it's what she does most of the time. She's also a pretty good artist but she doesn't draw anything in particular, just what comes to mind.

"Dante? Are you okay?" Grace asked, looking up from her sketchbook. "It's Gene, he's up to his schemes again," Dante said, rather panicked. "What's he up to this time?" Grace asked as she sat on the edge of her bed.

Dante took a deep breath, "You know how we found out that he has this power to manipulate memories? And how we found out that he is in love with the lord's daughter?" Grace nodded, gesturing for him to continue.

"Well, he figured out that the Lord's daughter doesn't love him back so he's planning on breaking into her room tonight and using his power to manipulate her memory, to make her think that she does like him," Dante explained.

Grace's eyes widened, she knew that Gene wasn't a good person but she didn't think he would do something on this level. "We have to tell someone!" she cried, leaving her sketchbook down and jumping off her bed. Dante nodded, "We need to tell the Lord." Grace nodded in agreement, before the two rushed out of the house and down the street to the Lord's house.

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"Please, we need to speak to the lord! This is urgent!" Grace begged the guards who stood by the door, but they refused. They were about to give up when they heard a voice behind them. "Aren't you Gene's Brother and sister?"

The two turned around to see Lady Melody standing behind them with a warm smile. Dante and Grace nodded before Melody continued. "Are you okay? You both seem a little worried," Lady Melody asked them. Grace glanced at Dante before turning back to Melody.

"We need to talk to the Lord, urgently," she explained. Melody raised an eyebrow, "Is everything okay?" Grace nodded, "We just need to speak to the Lord." Lady Melody nodded and gave the two a warm smile, "Follow me, then."

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"Father, these two children have informed me that they urgently need to speak with you, have you go a moment for them?" Melody asked her father as we entered his house. The Lord raised an eyebrow, "Is everything okay?"  Melody shrugged, "I'm not sure, they just have told me that they need to speak with you."

The Lord nodded. "I shall take my leave now," Melody said as she left the room. There was silence for a moment before Dante spoke up. "Lord Havakus, our brother, Gene Brosna is planning on doing something really bad and needs to be stopped," he explained.

The Lord raised an eyebrow as Dante continued. "Gene has this power to manipulate memories, and he plans to use it on your daughter to make her love him just like he loves her." The Lord's eyes widened, "Thank you both for informing me of this. I shall have my guards find him right away."

Tears started to form in Dante's eyes, "What are you going to do to him?" The Lord noticed that Dante was quite upset before he sighed "I'm just going to talk to Gene and ask him to not mess with my daughter's memory," The Lord explained. "Don't worry, I will not hurt him."

Although the Lord's words seemed to stop Dante's tears, Grace knew that was not what was going to happen. She knew that they weren't just going to talk to him and ask him to not mess with Lady Melody's memory. It was going to be far greater than that.

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Diaries: Whispers of Destiny |

Part 1 - Chapter 2

★★★ Ⅱ ★★★

"Ugh, why are you so annoying?" Gene groaned at his younger sister as the trio walked through the village. Maria had told Gene to bring his two younger siblings around the village to show them what he does as a guard. Gene wasn't that fond of his younger siblings, I mean, he quite liked Dante but he couldn't stand Grace. Although both of them knew about the bad he had done to get the position Gene had, Grace knew everything and I mean everything. Grace knew every bad thing he has done and what he was really like.

"Gene give up the moaning and get on with the guarding," Grace said, rolling her eyes. Gene gave her an angry glare, "You don't tell me what to do." The two started bickering, Gene giving out about how annoying Grace was and Grace giving out about how much she hated him.

"Ahem," came a voice behind them. The three quickly turned around to see a girl with beautiful blonde hair and wearing a beautiful white dress with baby blue flowers. "Lady Melody," Gene said, bowing down to her. "Hello Gene," she said sweetly as she noticed Dante and Grace standing beside him.

"Oh my Irene, Gene, are these your siblings?" She asked. Gene looked down at us as Grace gave him a smirk. Gene knew that if he wanted to impress Melody, he would have to be nice to Grace and Dante, No matter how much he hated them. "Yep, these are my lovely brother and sister, Dante and Grace!" Gene replied, putting his arms over his two siblings' shoulders.

Grace looked up at Gene and raised an eyebrow. Although she wasn't that much shorter than him - she was just above his shoulder. "Don't ruin this for me, okay?" Gene muttered to Grace, under his breath. That's when Grace realised what he was up to. Grace realised that this was the girl he liked. This was the girl he never stopped talking about at home. 'This is going to be fun' Grace thought to herself, a smirk growing on her face.

"Yeah, Gene loves us, especially when he says I'm the most annoying little sister on earth," Grace smirked. Gene glared at Grace before kicking her on the back of the leg causing Grace wince in pain. Gene Laughed nervously as Melody raised an eyebrow. "Don't mind Grace, I'm only messing when I say that. Isn't that right Grace?" Gene asked gritting his teeth at his sister while ruffling her hair, trying to play it off.

Grace smirked at him before looking back at Melody, "Nope." Melody was quite confused at the whole problem and decided her was going to leave them to sort it out. "Okay... I'm going to leave you all alone so you can figure out this... disagreement. I'll see you around Gene," Melody said as she began to walk away.

When Melody was out of sight, Gene took his arm from around Grace's shoulder and pushed her to one side. "You really had to do that, didn't you?" He said angrily to me. Grace smirked, "Of course I did, I wasn't going to let you lie to the girl that you like, was I?" Gene's eyes widened, "WHAT?! How did you know?"

Grace rolled her eyes at him. "It's so obvious, you act differently around her," she explained, still smirking at her older brother. "Wait isn't that the Lord's daughter?" Dante asked, his gaze following Melody as she walked off.  "That's right," Grace smirked. "She is the Lord's daughter and Gene really thinks he has a chance with her? Definitely not when she finds out what Gene is really like." 

Dante and I giggled to ourselves when Gene growled at us. "Both of you just go home and tell Mom that I had to go to a guard meeting or something," he said as he stormed off. Grace rolled her eyes as she watched her older brother storm off, before she turned to Dante. 

"Sword fight?" Grace asked, Dante nodding in agreement. "Race ya to the meadow!" Dante cried before he raced off towards the meadows, Grace following close behind him.

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"Grace!" Dante cried as rushed into his older sister's room. Grace was sitting on her bed drawing in her sketchbook. She love drawing, it's what she does most of the time. She's also a pretty good artist but she doesn't draw anything in particular, just what comes to mind.

"Dante? Are you okay?" Grace asked, looking up from her sketchbook. "It's Gene, he's up to his schemes again," Dante said, rather panicked. "What's he up to this time?" Grace asked as she sat on the edge of her bed.

Dante took a deep breath, "You know how we found out that he has this power to manipulate memories? And how we found out that he is in love with the lord's daughter?" Grace nodded, gesturing for him to continue.

"Well, he figured out that the Lord's daughter doesn't love him back so he's planning on breaking into her room tonight and using his power to manipulate her memory, to make her think that she does like him," Dante explained.

Grace's eyes widened, she knew that Gene wasn't a good person but she didn't think he would do something on this level. "We have to tell someone!" she cried, leaving her sketchbook down and jumping off her bed. Dante nodded, "We need to tell the Lord." Grace nodded in agreement, before the two rushed out of the house and down the street to the Lord's house.

★★★

"Please, we need to speak to the lord! This is urgent!" Grace begged the guards who stood by the door, but they refused. They were about to give up when they heard a voice behind them. "Aren't you Gene's Brother and sister?"

The two turned around to see Lady Melody standing behind them with a warm smile. Dante and Grace nodded before Melody continued. "Are you okay? You both seem a little worried," Lady Melody asked them. Grace glanced at Dante before turning back to Melody.

"We need to talk to the Lord, urgently," she explained. Melody raised an eyebrow, "Is everything okay?" Grace nodded, "We just need to speak to the Lord." Lady Melody nodded and gave the two a warm smile, "Follow me, then."

˜"*°•.•°*"˜

"Father, these two children have informed me that they urgently need to speak with you, have you go a moment for them?" Melody asked her father as we entered his house. The Lord raised an eyebrow, "Is everything okay?"  Melody shrugged, "I'm not sure, they just have told me that they need to speak with you."

The Lord nodded. "I shall take my leave now," Melody said as she left the room. There was silence for a moment before Dante spoke up. "Lord Havakus, our brother, Gene Brosna is planning on doing something really bad and needs to be stopped," he explained.

The Lord raised an eyebrow as Dante continued. "Gene has this power to manipulate memories, and he plans to use it on your daughter to make her love him just like he loves her." The Lord's eyes widened, "Thank you both for informing me of this. I shall have my guards find him right away."

Tears started to form in Dante's eyes, "What are you going to do to him?" The Lord noticed that Dante was quite upset before he sighed "I'm just going to talk to Gene and ask him to not mess with my daughter's memory," The Lord explained. "Don't worry, I will not hurt him."

Although the Lord's words seemed to stop Dante's tears, Grace knew that was not what was going to happen. She knew that they weren't just going to talk to him and ask him to not mess with Lady Melody's memory. It was going to be far greater than that.

[surejess]

"Ya see, that's what I like t' hear!" Even in a joking way, Jess couldn't say she was used to people buying what she was selling! Even if it had every iota of truth in it, it was either deemed a dangerous belief or a 'hardy har' belief. So, ya know, just getting some acceptance there -- again, even if it was mostly in a joking way... hell yeah, he could blame his extracurriculars on someone else! Hell yeah, he could blame any empathy and/or sympathy, or lack thereof, on someone else! "Gotta give you a pro-tip: if ya ever get caught, it doesn't hold up as defense." She really should've gotten a lawyer for that one -- or, rather, May really should've given her a lawyer for that one. Of course, they weren't exactly getting along at that time! May just had to find a way to trap her -- sheesh, what was with that constant theme? Was existing in a world that was forgetting Dick Van Dyke not torture enough? Was knowing about the existence of Gene Kelly, and knowing what everyone was missing out on, not torture enough? "I mean, not that you can control it if your guy wants ya t' use it as defense, but from one fun-lover to another, ya just gotta hope he's not tryin' t' create some conflict in your life." It was pretty funny, right? Here she was, telling Ezra all about how the world really worked when he could do nothing about it! ( Not that she could, she couldn't even control what she was saying -- it was all pre-destined (thanks, Oedipus Rex) -- but at least she knew that she wasn't in control ! ) Of course, it hadn't really been her decision -- blame May if you wanna get meta, blame Ezra's keen interest and her love of fun if you don't -- but there it was!

"you're starting to make some more sense, there." mostly with the whole your guy is ultimately responsible for your sin type of way. he doesn't blame god for his condition—what a horrible response to such a gift—but he's not in the position of assuming benevolence of any deities ( or equivalent figures ) out there. good and evil are just two sides of the same coin; and without one, there can't be the other. ezra is built to spill righteous blood and reflect the living, chaotic, unfathomable expanse of the universe—exactly where he believes god to rest. how else to reconcile... well, everything? of course, he's a little touchy on the whole control bit. he does still believe in the god-given right for free will, whether or not this strange figure chooses to agree with him. how lovely that the two can coexist in perfect harmony, respectful of their differences—dark urges included—and able to discuss them without fear of retribution. people get so... sensitive when it comes to his interests, most often. imagine that? when empathy is in the equation, harm becomes unforgivable. but how easy it is to turn off. he's seen it many times before. the general populace is closer to him than they think! "can't say i know everything you're on about," as if he's ever paid a single bit of attention to history; "but i have to say, you're winning me over. i'm perfectly willing to shrug on responsibility to the other party, if you catch my meaning." he grins with a mouthful of sympathy-less sharp teeth. "here's hoping they're just as vicious as i am. wouldn't that be something?"

[moved-please-leave-me-alone]

Everybody shut up, woo! Everyone listen up! Hey, hey, hey, uh Hey, hey, hey

If you can't write in the proper way If you don't know how to conjugate Maybe you flunked that class And maybe now you find That people mock you online

Okay, now here's the deal I'll try to educate ya Gonna familiarize You with the nomenclature You'll learn the definitions Of nouns and prepositions Literacy's your mission And that's why I think it's a

Good time To learn some grammar Now, did I stammer Work on that grammar You should know when It's "less" or it's "fewer" Like people who were Never raised in a sewer

I hate these word crimes Like I could care less That means you do care At least a little Don't be a moron You'd better slow down And use the right pronoun Show the world you're no clown Everybody wise up!

Say you got an "I", "T" Followed by apostrophe, "s" Now what does that mean? You would not use "it's" in this case As a possessive It's a contraction What's a contraction? Well, it's the shortening of a word, or a group of words By the omission of a sound or letter

Okay, now here's some notes Syntax you're always mangling No "x" in "espresso" Your participle's danglin' But I don't want your drama If you really wanna Leave out that Oxford comma Just keep in mind

That "be", "see", "are", "you" Are words, not letters Get it together Use your spellchecker You should never Write words using numbers Unless you're seven Or your name is Prince

I hate these word crimes You really need a Full time proofreader You dumb mouth-breather Well, you should hire Some cunning linguist To help you distinguish What is proper English

One thing I ask of you Time to learn your homophones is past due Learn to diagram a sentence too Always say "to whom" Don't ever say "to who" And listen up when I tell you this I hope you never use quotation marks for emphasis You finished second grade I hope you can tell If you're doing good or doing well About better figure out the difference Irony is not coincidence And I thought that you'd gotten it through your skull What's figurative and what's literal Oh but, just now, you said You literally couldn't get out of bed That really makes me want to literally Smack a crowbar upside your stupid head

I read your e-mail It's quite apparent Your grammar's errant You're incoherent Saw your blog post It's really fantastic That was sarcastic (Oh, psych!) 'Cause you write like a spastic

I hate these Word Crimes Your prose is dopey Think you should only Write in emoji Oh, you're a lost cause Go back to pre-school Get out of the gene pool Try your best to not drool

Never mind I give up Really now I give up Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Go away!

IS MY GRAMMAR SO BAD THAT I NEED TO BE SENT WORD CRIMES………. OR ARE YOU SIMPLY CONTRIBUTING TO THE AUTISM

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

sentence starter for ya here! ^^

"you think you've fought real villans? Let's see you go up against the terrible tickle monsters!" lers! Peter 2 and 3 and lee! Peter 1 :))) maybe them "arguing" (not really sjdkh) over who fought the best villans ^^

(Oo! Interesting take! :) Gotta love a good tickle chase ❤️ Also, I don't know why Peter 1 usually falls asleep after tickle fights in my fics, but he does 😅 Hope you guys are having a good and relaxing weekend :))

"You think you've fought real villains? Let's see you go up against the terrible tickle monsters!"

Peter 1 squealed as he ran as fast as his legs could go. If he had known his brothers would respond this way, he wouldn't have said anything.

The three of them had gotten into a playful argument over who had fought the best villain.

"It's obviously Sandman. You couldn't even throw a punch to that guy."

"Excuse me! Have you tried to fight a giant lizard scientist before? Not as easy as you think."

"Okay, but have you two ever had a giant purple alien snap you out of existence for 5 years?"

The playful argument continued, but the older two kept giving Peter 1 the strangest looks. It was a mixture of shock, admiration, and a little bit of sadness. . . or anger? It was hard to tell when all three were mixed together into one expression.

"Guys? Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

Three piped up first. "How old are you again?"

Peter 1 rolled his eyes. "We've been over this Three. I'm seventeen, not two."

"Just seems pretty young to have fought so many guys in costumes," Two teased.

"Hey! I can hold my own!"

"Of course you have, and we're proud of you for it," Two soothed. "Not happy it happened, but still proud."

The youngest puffed up a little. "Thank you."

Peter 3 elbowed Two. "You're going to give him a big head."

"Aw, he deserves it for a little bit. Look how happy he is."

One grinned brightly to prove Two's point.

"Aww, he does look pretty happy," Three added.

The biggest grin lit up Peter 1's face. His older brothers always encouraged him, but it still felt amazing each and every time they did. He looked up to them and didn't want to disappoint them.

But the old sibling gene made him jab a little bit at the older two. "So are you two old folk just admitting I've fought the best villain?"

The look on both of the older two faces made Peter 1 regret his choices.

Peter 3 nudged Peter 2. "Did you hear what he just called us?"

Peter 2 playfully shook his head. "For shame."

"Wh-wahait!"

"Your fate is sealed little Spiderman," Three teased as he stood. "I suggest you run."

And that is how One ended up running for his life. His nervous giggles kept growing as he heard footsteps close behind him.

"You can't hide forever Bug!"

"The tickle monsters are going to get you!"

One squealed and darted into a nearby. . . only to realize he was now pinned. This room had no exit except for the door he had come through. When he realized his mistake, One quickly scurried under the bed before his brothers entered the room.

He forced his breathing to quiet down and keep himself hidden as footsteps walked into the room.

"Where did you go little Spiderman?" Three's playful voice called out. "The tickle monster just wants to play."

Peter 1 watched as Three's socked feet padded around the room looking for him. The youngest covered his mouth with his hands to muffle his nervous giggles even more.

Suddenly, Three's feet walked closer to the bed. They made a slow walk from one side of the bed to the other. Peter 1 curled in on himself.

The feet on the other side of the bed paused. They were so close One was afraid Three could see the bed shaking from all the pent up giggles.

"Oh, I think we know where you are."

Then someone grabbed One's ankle.

The youngest squealed as he was pulled out from under the bed. While he was distracted by Three, he hadn't paid any attention to Two!

The oldest rolled Peter 1 over with a smirk. "Well well well, what do we have here."

"W-wahait."

"Looks like the tickle monster's have found a little Spiderman all alone."

The youngest giggled and played along. "Yohou won't gehet away with thihis tihickle monsters!"

Two gently pinned his arms. "Oh? And what are you going to do about it?"

Three knelt down on the other side of Peter 1 and growled for dramatic affect. "You're one Spiderman against two very hungry tickle monsters."

One's giggling grew. "Whahat doho yohou wahant frohom mehe?"

"An apology for the old comment is a great place to start," Two added.

Three placed a hand on either side of the youngest and playfully leaned forward. "And an admission on who has the better villain."

One grinned and shook his head. "Nehever!"

"Then you leave us no choice." Two smirked. "We'll have to tickle it out of you."

"And we've had lots of practice with tickling from a certain spiderling," Three teased while barely wiggling one finger into each of the youngest's sides. Very light tickles that made the youngest wriggle and squeak.

"Wanna take the lead on this one Three?"

"Oho noho."

Three paused his fingers. "Why don't I stay up here while you work your new tickling skills on his toes?"

Two grinned as he handed over Peter 1's wrists to Peter Three. "Ah yes, the new idea I found."

"Go for it!" Three exclaimed as he took Peter 1's wrists.

"Wahait whahat!"

Two shifted down to the youngest's feet. "You'll find out soon enough."

One tried to lift himself up, but Three had shifted so he was slightly laying across the youngest's waist. He used his weight to pin one of the youngest's arms to his sides and then used one hand to pin his other.

"Hehey!"

"Too late little Spiderman," Two said with a chuckle as he set himself up at Peter 1's feet. "You're ours now."

Three used his one hand free to draw shapes on the youngest's stomach. "Let's start with a star."

"Thrhehehe!"

"Yes?"

"Ihi cahant sehe!"

"I know. And there's a balloon."

"ThreheEEEE!" The youngest squealed when he felt his ankle being grabbed.

"It's the element of surprise."

"Whahat suhurprihise?"

"This." Two replied before blowing a raspberry.

One shrieked. No one had done that since he was five! Boy had he forgotten how badly it tickled.

"And there's a flower."

Two blew another raspberry.

"NAHAHA! IHIT TIHICKLEHES!"

Three smirked. "It's supposed to little Spiderman. Until you give us the words to change all that."

One shook his head. "Ihi wohont!"

"Your choice little one. Now time for a bumble bee."

Another raspberry was blown.

Between Three drawing his dratted pictures on his stomach and Two torturing his feet, the youngest was in stitches. While torturous, this was the most fun One had had all week.

He always felt better after these playful tickle sessions. They left tired but so happy and so full of love.

"I think the little Spiderman is getting tired," Three teased while his finger started drawing another shape.

"That must mean he's almost ready to tell the tickle monster's to stop," Two added while switching to gentle tickle under the youngest's toes.

"Ahahalrihihight! Ihill tahalk!"

Three paused. "And?"

"Yohou guhuys hahave goohod vihillihians toho."

"And?" Two added.

One bit his lip.

Two blew another raspberry.

"AHH! OKAHAY! OKAHAY!"

Two let up. "Yes?"

"Ihm sohorryhy Ihi cahallehed yohou ohold."

"There ihit is," Three teased.

One let out a legendary teenage groan and covered his eyes with his arm.

"No no no, not on the floor," Three exclaimed while moving up off the youngest. He scooped the youngest into his arms.

One groaned again.

"Sorry bud, but you're not falling asleep on the ground."

The oldest chuckled as he stood. "Somehow, we always wear him out with our tickle fights."

"Guess that's a good thing. Makes for the best cuddles."

"That's true."

One cuddled into Three's chest half asleep.

Two ruffled his hair. "Why don't we cuddle on the bed? It's better than the floor."

"That sounds like a great idea."

Both of the older two made their way over to the bed. One was placed in the middle each older brother curled up on either side of him.

"Love you," One replied before drifting off to sleep.

"And we love you too little SpiderBug," Three replied while smoothing the youngest's hair.

"Always," Two added while wrapping an arm around both of his younger brothers.

[solaeter]

Hey, i saw that your requests were open and i couldn't help myself. Could i request a fic of either Baji or Chifuyu with a girlfriend who truly believes the only good thing about her is her looks and that once the boys figure it out they'll leave her? Sorry, it's just that "person who grew up only ever being valued over their looks secretly is insecure and truly believes that besides that they have nothing to offer" is one of my favorite tropes and i can never seem to find any content of it

—Pretty n Insecure ft. Baji | sfw 

Titles are the bane of my existence! But I decided to do Baji for now and if you want Chifuyu, just lemme know and I can do his another time  ♡ Hope you enjoy and all feedback is appreciated!!

Warning[s]: Cursing, fluff, unedited because we embrace the chaos!

Word Count: 1.1k

Request Status: OPEN 

✦ Rules | ✦ Masterlist

"Shit Baji, your girl is smokin'."

"How'd you manage to win such a sexy lil thing Baji? Is he paying you? He has to be."

You've heard it all. From endless streams of compliments thanks to your fortunate gene pool and self care, or little jabs that your beauty must be the reason why you get what you want. But when you look at yourself in the mirror at night, you don't see what others see. Staring back at you is a soul that is scared, one that fears you'll be tossed aside once your boyfriend comes to his senses. You're nothing more than eye candy that hugs his side.

Yet you hide that fear behind your charming smile, putting on a mask that dares not to crack under anyone's judgmental gazes. You're envied for being pretty, rumored to be a mean person because of your looks. But you were nice, rather timid and more humble than the rude souls that pointed fingers. Baji defended you any time it was needed and he was truly too good for the world despite his violent tendencies. He always looked at you so lovingly, eyes void of their usual mischief and filled with something even he was still unfamiliar with.

And your mind toyed with you. It was all temporary, you were disposable. Nothing more than a pretty face to show off. It ate at you daily, and you tried your best to deny it. Because why would Baji do such a thing? You were pretty sure he wasn't capable of even thinking like that considering he only thinks about banging you, cuddling or catching cars on fire. Low and behold though, you had an internal bully that was slowly breaking you down.

"Why you frownin'?" Baji snapped you out of your thoughts, getting right in your face and squinting. You were supposed to be enjoying your date with him, yet you ended up staring off more often and mumbling here and there when he spoke to you. Baji liked to assume he knew you pretty damn good and he could tell something was eating at you. Especially since you have been talking about this date all week and you're now distant as can be.

"Oh, it's nothing. Been a long day." You flash a bright smile, one that you hoped he'd buy and take. Baji leans back and observes you, eyes still wary as you blink up at him, feigning innocence.

"That's a bunch of shit. Afraid ya can't talk to me?" He asks, sounding mildly offended while he takes your hand in his, dragging you away from lingering and curious souls. You don't get to protest and you mumble an apology when your shoulder accidentally bumps into someone else and your eyes stay locked onto Baji's back.

"Baji, I said I'm fine. What makes you think something is wrong?" You're curious as he stops and plops onto a bench, legs spreading wide as he pats his leg for you to sit on. Which you do and he looks up at the starry sky.

"I've had to put up with your constant bitching about makin' time to come out here and enjoy the festival and now you're lost in your own fuckin world." Baji bites, not meaning to sound fed up or anything. He was genuinely concerned and you bit the inside of your cheek. "I just worry, okay?" His voice softens, fingers rubbing small circles in your lower back.

You sigh, wondering how you would even explain yourself? Because what if it sounded completely stupid? Or he ends up agreeing with your fears? That you're only good for your looks. Oh it scared you so much.

"Um..it's stupid really." You mess with your hands, words failing you as Baji watched you curiously. He never really saw you act like this, all worked up unless it was over clothes or something girly. So to see you actually bent out of shape over something? Baji didn't want to leave you alone until he knew what or who it could be that was causing this.

"It can't be as stupid as Pah-Chin, so c'mon and tell me what's bothering you."

"Now that's just rude," You scold lightly and Baji scoffs, urging you on by motioning with his free hand, "um..do you just love me because I'm pretty?" There it was, out in the open. Your face burns and you chew your bottom lip, biting down hard as Baji stares at you.

Did he hear that right? "What kinda question is that? Yeah, sure you're smokin' hot but...who said I only loved you for your looks?" Baji questioned and you blink, shaking your head quickly. The last thing you needed was for him to go on some violent warpath for no reason.

"No, no! It's just one of my..insecurities. I feel like people only like me or whatever because I'm pretty and nothing else." You mumble quietly, eyes cast downward in shame. Saying it out loud felt so odd, ridiculous and stupid just like you thought. Why would someone like you have insecurities?

"You're stupid smart and you help me when I can't figure shit out, you got a heart of gold and you make me a better person. I'm not good with this comfort shit but you're more than just your looks." Baji says bluntly, pulling you close so that your head rests against his chest. He didn't have the smoothest way with words and he spoke off the top of his head but it seemed to do the trick. He could feel you shaking in his arms and when he tipped your head up to look at him, tears were streaming down your cheeks.

"I-I was scared you'd wanna leav–" You stumble on your words but you're cut off as Baji smashes his lips on yours. He didn't want to hear your blubbering about him leaving you, instead he rather shower you with affection. You melt against him, hands moving to rest on his shoulders, your mind is made into mush as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently until he releases it and nudges his nose against yours.

"I ain't leaving you, not now. Not ever. You're stuck with my ass." Baji reassures gently, giving you a toothy grin that has your heart fluttering.

"Good, cause same," You smile, wiping your eyes, "though I am sorry for ruining tonight." You glance at the time on your phone and pout. Curfew was in half an hour and you spent all evening being a baby.

Baji stands with you in his arms, hands planted right on your ass as he walks away further from the bustling festival. "You didn't ruin anything. Just talk to me next time you're feeling sad or..doubtful." He didn't understand girls or their ever changing emotions. But he didn't like seeing you sad over something that is easily reassured. So he'd always be there for you, regardless.

"Thanks, Kei. I love you." You fling your arms around Baji's neck and hug him tight, earning a low chuckle and a swift smack on the bottom.

"Love you too baby."