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nerdieforpedro · 11 months ago

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Patrolling on Christmas

Joel Miller x plus size female reader

Fanfiction rating: Teens and up

My blog overall is 18+

Word Count: approx 2.5k

Summary: Joel prefers patrol rather to be around others at Christmas, even after spending a few years in Jackson. He’s paired up with you on patrol and it’s not so bad. If asked, he may even say fair.

Warnings: Post outbreak, cursing, Joel is a grump, depression, survivors’ remorse/guilt, jokes about The Bard, damn knees and back, a fall, minor injury, ending fluff

Notes: I wanted to write Christmas Joel. I was going for sweet & happy. Post-outbreak Joel cropped up and my post shift mood determined that This is The Way. Merry Christmas 🎄 It’s got a sliver of sweet.

“Patrol can wait a day Joel. I don’t get why you’re still so damn weird about Christmas. It’s just all of us gathering at the Tipsy Bison and talking shit. No one’s going to ask you to do anything, not even me for fuck’s sake.” Elle threw her hands up in the air in frustration.

“...Language Elle.” Joel reminded her.

“I mean, I agree, language, but she’s right. There’s other people on rotation who can-” Tommy with his arms crossed explains, trying to put on a stern face. Doesn’t affect Joel at all.

“Shut it. I said I’m goin’. That’s it. See you tonight.” Heavy boots stepped out of the house and stopped on the porch looking back. “Have fun. Stay out of trouble.” With that, he adjusted the rifle that was over his shoulder and made his way to the perimeter to meet up with his patrol partner. He was expecting Sam or John but tried to control his eyebrows raising at the sight of you. He thought you’d join the others at the festivities.

Just like in the world before the outbreak, no one wanted to work holidays. The few holidays that were still celebrated anyway. Joel volunteered in part because the holidays always reminded him of the people he’d lost and it kept his brain from wandering to the dark recesses of his mind. If he kept busy, followed tasks and tired himself to the point of exhaustion, he’d briefly say goodnight to Elle and collapse in his bed. Then he may be blessed with the void of sleep, where his mistakes and failings may not play back through his head because he’s shut down.

The former smuggler wasn’t disappointed or annoyed that you’d be patrolling with him. In fact, it was likely best. You alternated between silence and run-on sentences about any and everything. That also removed his thoughts from being on himself. He even found himself chuckling on occasion at something you’d say that he found funny. He knew you didn’t mean it to come out that way, but hearing about horoscopes that you thought you remembered and comparing them with Maria and the other ladies based on some old papers they’d found was weird as it was ridiculous to Joel. It was good to have a bit of silliness in this hopeless world.

The both of you checked your weapons, you had a revolver in addition to your rifle. You said that you won it in a bet with Fred that Joel would ‘fire’ you as a patrol partner. Joel was curious as to why. You didn’t look directly at him when you told him why. Your gift of gab and keeping things light as well as your build which was short, stocky and thought to be poor for evading clickers, raiders and hunters. Fred wasn’t wrong in that respect outright, but you’d learned to either hide well or improve your aim to prevent them from getting to you.

Joel noted that Fred was a bigger asshole than he thought.

“Doesn't matter. What does is that I get the job done and come home. Let’s go.” Joel followed your lead, it seemed the bet you’d have with Fred had spurred action in you, not a bad thing, but it’s best to keep a cool head.

“Keep focused. Raiders and clickers don’t give two shits about Christmas.” Joel adjusted his rifle again as the two of you walked, it was a familiar path around the Jackson settlement. Shorter than normal patrol.

“I almost thought Elle was with me instead of you Miller with you talking like that.” A light laugh made Joel feel more at ease. ‘That’s more like normal. Am I sounding like Elle? Dammit.’ He wondered if he needed to worry about his own language use. The sun was high behind the clouds, peeking through every so soften as the crunch of grass and dirt was heard from both of your boots.

You still weren’t saying much and Joel had no clue what to say to get you talking. He suggested about halfway that you both sit on a rock. You offered it to him first on account of his knees. Joel’s face contorted into a scowl and refused to sit until you sat down first. When you saw that he was serious, you sat down and patted the space left on the rock and he took his seat next to you. The elder Miller brother turned away from you to keep an eye out as you did on your side. His knees stopped screaming at him that they ached, they only whispered now.

The crisp air reminded Joel that he was alive. His hair flopped with the wind, his eyes squinting slightly to get a better look at the trees and lake in the distance. He flexed and relaxed his fingers, feeling calm when he should be on high alert. Sometimes Joel found himself concerned that he wasn’t built for a calmer life. That he desired the chaos of the unknown instead of the predictability of the commune “Tommy refused to call a spade a spade. The damn place is nice, but it is a commune…” Joel muttered aloud grinning, he recalled discussing it with his brother and him being so adamant about it.

“I mean, a rose by any other name is, well not a rose. I feel like it's supposed to be more poetic than that.” Her answer made Joel turn his head slightly before keeping his face front, he still needs to be aware of any threats.

“I never had much use for The Bard. Especially now. The hell’s that pentameter shit gonna do with a clicker?”

“I’m surprised you remember that Joel. I just remember Romeo and Juliet. Hamlet. Tights and Plays, I think.”

“Full of surprises darlin’, even with these sore knees.” The broad man stood as you turned to look back at him. Hair bouncing on his head and a wry smile on his face. “We should get a move on, ya good?” He saw you nod and stand, though he couldn’t quite make out the look on your face. Maybe he did really surprise you, the thought alone made Joel put a half a pep in his step. His knees would be back to screeching soon enough. This time around you let him lead as you chatted about what the both of you knew about Shakesphere, neither of you remembered much so the two of you started making up things that he may put in a Christmas play.

“There’s gotta be some weird trickster spirit fairies that give good children presents and punish bad children. Plus ghosts, there’s usually a ghost.”

“Hamlet’s daddy came back as a ghost right? Might be a dead relative of whoever the play’s ‘bout. Also need a big feast. There’s also food.”

“Don’t talk about food Joel, I’m going to be even more hungry.”

“They always have turkey legs and grapes and wine at those things I think. I feel like that’s what was always in them plays as props.”

“You’ve seen a Sharkesphere play?”

There was a moment where Joel was quiet. “Now Darlin’ keep this to yourself. I maybe was one of those cousins of Romeo or Juliet. Don’t ‘member which one thou.” he heard you stop walking and looked to see what was wrong. Your face was beaming with this piece of information. Joel almost regretted it, but still wanted you to know. He needed not to think about why, he’d go back in the recesses of his mind again that connected to those emotions. They’re locked away to keep him functioning. “Told ya we gotta move. I’ll leave you right there.” He began walking again and heard your steps move to catch up with him.

It was when the gate to Jackson was within view. It was another period of silence after finishing the conversation about the bard and you asking several questions about Joel’s short stint in acting. He said it didn’t suit him and continued with football. You then asked if maybe he sang since they can sometimes go hand in hand. That wasn’t what did it, Joel heard you tell him that he had the voice for it. Sure it was a little raspy, but what he was able to communicate in verbal and non-verbal cues suited some songs.

Joel Miller is not an easy man to surprise. He’s seen too much, done too much and been through too much for that. At least he thought he had, and when he stopped walking, his foot got caught on some underbrush and he tried to break his fall. His left hand hitting a sharp rock and he went down. Would he be able to get up? How badly was he injured? He didn’t feel his knees right now…nope, never mind. He felt them, even more than before. He heard you yell and move by his side, he was slightly out of it and you weren’t able to lift him all the way.

“Sweetheart, don’t ruin your back. Gimmie a few.” He told you, sure he was embarrassed but he could sulk about that later. Joel really did need to get off the ground. It was cold, he was sore and anything could happen. He’s completely open. Slowly, he rolled on his side and sat up with a loud groan. The worried look on your face made him sigh, he’s supposed to be the experienced one here and he falls right in front of home basically. “Hands darlin’.” Joel stretched his large hands toward yours and you pulled him up, using your body weight to force him upright. He hopped up and took a minute to adjust, large hands holding your small ones. Joel knew he held them a few seconds more than was necessary, but he told himself it was to ensure he was steady so he wouldn’t fall again. But he knew it wasn’t, and it was no help when you decided to walk at side by side with one of your hands on his back. Normally he’d fight you on it as he did with the rock, but he doesn’t mind it being there and understands that you’re trying to help.

Your hand left Joel’s back when you two could see the guards at Jackson’s gate. Joel decided the least he could do was walk you back to your house after reporting in. Nothing unusual, no raiders or clickers. No news was good news. Your house is smaller than Joel’s, it is meant for one person. A small wreath is on your door with a red and gold bow.

“Maria said I had to put something on my door. I’ve never been much for decorating. You have to put it away later.” You explained and unlocked your door, letting him in. You had a couch, kitchen, cabinet with a few books and a dented wooden globe. Tommy had let you keep it and you weren the only person interested in it so he said it was fine you took the thing. All of them had pieces of garland on them. “Sit down Joel, I’m gonna wrap your hand.”

Joel instead walked over to the sink and rinsed his hand under some cold water. “Nah darlin’ you’ve done plenty.” Apparently, you’d had a small first-aid kit. Joel wondered what you may have traded to get one, or what you may have done to earn one.

“If you won’t sit, then I’ll wrap it while you stand. You might want to be nice to your knees though. I won’t have you falling in here.” You’re teasing him, he doesn’t hate it. Joel resigns himself to his fate and plops on your couch, noting some mistletoe on the wooden post next to the loveseat he just sat on. It looked like it was slapped up there. “Maria and Kelly decorated, hence all the garland, I never noticed that though.” Your eyes rolled and you sat next to Joel and took some supplies out of the kit, dabbing and cleaning his hand before adding some clean gauze and wrapping it. You taped it and Joel complemented your work, it was better that it was covered as to stave off an infection. He knew he didn’t need anything like that.

Not thinking about it, Joel patted your thigh before standing up, “Thanks darlin’. Didn’t mean to cause trouble. I’ll be on my way.” He realized he needed to go. It’s been too long any he can’t. He needs to wrap his head around this if he can. Maybe not his head. He just made room for Elle in his heart, would he have room for you too? Did you even want to be there? You’re friendly and talkative with everyone, it just seems special because Joel is aware of how prickly he is. But you’re not treating him differently, he’s reading into it. He may be heavily starved for companionship.

Those heavy boots of his start to carry him toward your door. He’s bid you goodbye, but you grab his arm. “Darlin’ I-”

“Joel, wait.” He closes his eyes for a moment, then stops. His boots step toward you, Joel looks down at you, trying to discover what’s on your face, but it’s something he recognizes - longing. “Could I just, just close your eyes Joel.” He shakes his head, but your grip on his arm doesn’t wane, he allows his body to relax with an exhale.

“S’alright. Don’t feel ya hafta do-”

“I don’t have to do anything. Yes, I know. Just close your eyes will you? This is the most I’ve heard you talk today Joel.” He ended up bending forward slightly, tipping his chin down and his face toward you. A pair of soft lips touched his cheek, right above his graying beard. “M-Marry Christmas Joel. That’s all I wanted to do.”

A smirk spread on Joel’s face, “Sure about that Sweetheart?” He was aware he was playing a dangerous game, but it was enjoyable. He was one for some risk. You huffed which he found adorable, your other hand found its way to his cheek and pinched him.

“I’m sure Joel Miller. Go on home and rest. Your back and knees will thank you. Dream of the bard while you’re at it.” Joel and you chuckled and you lowered your hand as he caught it, kissing the back of it and then your forehead.

“Not going to dream of some puffy bard darlin’, got someone a lot sweeter on my mind. Merry Christmas to you too. Sleep well.” Your grip on his arm loosened and he dropped your hand, heading to the door before opening and exiting your home. He stood on the porch to hear you lock it, then he started walking to he and Elle’s home.

Joel Miller might be ready to let someone in this Christmas.

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solartranslations · 4 months ago

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AF2 Profile

Liberta

Personal Info

Age: “Everyone teases me about being childish, but I’m actually 19 years old.”

Height: “I’m 176 cm! But I can definitely grow taller, you know?”

Birthday: “I think…I heard it was sometime in May.”

Zodiac: “I think May means I’m a Taurus. Bulls sure are cool!”

Position: “I’m part of Intelligence, so if you need someone to gather information, just leave it to us!”

Other: “Actually, I haven’t done any Intelligence-like jobs lately. It’s been a while since I’ve stayed in Regalo for this long.”

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About Nordia, the Capital of Water: I hear Nordia is made up of many islands and has canals instead of roads. And then have a festival for masks. You know how much I love masks! Ahh, I’m so excited!

Introduce Yourself: I’m the sailor who loves freedom, Liberta! 19 years old! And I’m done being called a fool, or an idiot, or a moron!

Recent Interests: That would be telling kids my “Liberta the Hero” stories. I’m actually starting to run out of ideas though.

Role in the Organization: You want to know about the Intelligence Division that I’m a part of? From investigating our allies, to negotiating with foreign countries, and even propaganda. We handle anything to do with gathering intelligence.

A Word to the Heroine: I’ve always thought you were cute, but now I think you’re uhh…well um…hot… *unintelligible*

Cast Comment (Liberta’s CV, Jun Fukuyama): Hello, everyone! Congrats on finishing the route! I’m Jun Fukuyama, the voice of Liberta in Arcana Famiglia 2. So everyone, how did you find this installment? Oh, you want to know why I sound so excited? Well, it’s because we just finished recording! It was a lot of work. As for exactly how much, I’ve been at this for one, two, three, four, five…about ten hours now! Well, obviously not all in one day. But anyway now we’re at Arcana Famiglia 2. Though technically we had Arcana Famiglia first, and then Vascello Fantasma, and then Festa Regalo, but this one’s Arcana Famiglia 2. If you want to know why it’s not called “due”… (TN: he was mumbling a lot here so I didn’t catch it. But made some Dante-level joke about “due” and “two”). Anyway, I had a lot of fun during the recording. And we even have new characters, new characters with routes this time. I’m sure there’s a lot of surprises about what each of the characters are like and how the Tarocco works, so if you’ve only done Liberta’s so far— *beep-boop* Oh whoops, I kicked something on accident, sorry. *laughing* Uh, then I hope you’ll get to the other ones soon too. There’s some super unexpected twists, so I really hope you’ll see them for yourselves. Then for anyone who did Liberta last, what did you think of him? Did you like him? Isn’t he great? I really wanted to be with Felicita, so I really liked the good ending for his route. Anyway, if I keep talking this’ll never end, so we’ll leave it there. Thank you everyone! This was Jun Fukuyama, the voice of Liberta!

Nova

Personal Info

Age: “I’m 16 years old. I’m older now…but I still don’t like pickles.”

Height: “You don’t have to look so curious about it. I’ll just tell you. I’m 168 cm.”

Birthday: “My birthday is October 25th. I’d be happy if you remembered…”

Zodiac: “I’m a Scorpio. Oh right, didn’t you say you wanted to hear the rest of the story about the constellation?”

Position: “I’m the executive of the Chalices serie, which is in charge of security. And for the record, I am not actually a ‘samurai’.”

Other: “My parents weren’t strict with me at first. I think they were also acting in my best interests.”

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About Nordia, the Capital of Water: Arriving at a new place can help you feel refreshed. I hope you’ll find something new in Nordia too. I’ll be with you the whole way.

Introduce Yourself: Hey, don’t pretend like you don’t know me. I’m Nova. I don’t feel like I’ve changed, but I think the Chalices members don’t tease me as much as they used to.

Recent Interests: I’d say buying new clothes. Why? Well I’m taller now so I don’t fit into my old ones anymore.

Role in the Organization: As the Executive of the Chalices and a member of the Family, I’m in charge of security for the mansion first and foremost, but also the entire island. Besides that, we also inspect the buildings under the Family’s jurisdiction.

A Word to the Heroine: You weren’t that reliable at first, but now you’ve grown into a trustworthy executive. Everyone has to grow to improve. And I’m not talking about my height.

Cast Comment (Nova’s CV, Tsubasa Yonaga): “Nova here. I’m happy that we got to meet again.” Hi there! I’m Tsubasa Yonaga and I played Nova in Arcana Famiglia 2. Congratulations on clearing his route. Sooo, how was it? Hmm, you know, if you ask me, I think Nova-kun’s gotten soft hahaha. Right? While playing as Nova, I was kind of surprised by how sweet he can be. So if you also found him cute or fell for him at all, it’d also make me happy. On the other hand, if you missed him being a tsundere, then you can go back to the original Arcana Famiglia haha. Then if you feel like seeing his sweet side again, then come back here to Arcana Famiglia 2. He’s just such a sweetheart. And another thing I’m sure you were all surprised about. But Nova looks different now, right? I think he might be the one who changed the most. I sure was surprised. He’s sure grown up into a handsome young man. But he actually hasn’t changed much on the inside. I find his hostility kind of cute. And I’m also really happy that I got to play Nova for all of you again. I hope you’ll keep playing and have fun getting to know the new characters of Arcana Famiglia too. Anyway, I hope we’ll get to meet again in the future. I think there’s still more to come from Arcana Famiglia, so I hope you’ll continue to support the series! Anyway, that’s all from me, Tsubasa Yonaga, the voice of Nova in Arcana Famiglia 2. “I hope we see each other again.”

Debito

Personal Info

Age: “I’m 24. The age where you have the perfect mix of refinement and allure. Want to see me change up close?”

Height: “I’m 180. I’ve had these clothes for two years now. …Don’t think I’ll be growing anymore.”

Birthday: “It’s September 20th. I’ll be looking forward to your gift of amore.”

Zodiac: “…It’s Virgo. Meaning what I love most, lovely young ladies like you, Bambina.”

Position: “I’m executive of the Coins serie, which is in charge of distribution. …I’m best known as one who spreads love.”

Other: “So, Bambina. How many casinos do you think there are? If you don’t know, I can’t take you to see them.”

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About Nordia, the Capital of Water: A festival for both handicrafts and nice scenery… Sounds like there’s tons to see. Usually I’d be overseeing sales for events like this, but I guess showing you around will be my job this time.

Introduce Yourself: When it comes to Regalo men, you won’t find a more perfect example than me, Debito. It’s worth keeping in mind. Actually, only the good things in life are worth remembering. And by good things, I mean amore.

Recent Interests: Teaching others how to be popular isn’t anything new. Drinking and investigating crimes are also things I’ve done for a while now. Oh, I guess messing with the newbies is new for me.

Role in the Organization: As the Executive of the Coins, I deal with distribution in the island in a bunch of different ways. I also manage the flow of money at the casinos and some other things on top of that. If you’re interested, I don’t mind taking you along. If that’s what you want.

A Word to the Heroine: I’m sure everyone has been praising your performance at work. You can take that at face value. But you should also say how much you appreciate me in return.

Cast Comment (Debito’s CV, Hiroyuki Yoshino): Hello, it’s been a while. This is Hiroyuki Yoshino from Sigma Seven. I provided the voiceover for Debito. Hmm, how many games has it been now? It’s called “2”, but there’s actually been way more than that. I think that stuff has been gradually…like the developments from previous games and what made Debito appealing before…well I’m sure everyone’s impressions are different, but if you go through Debito’s route I think you’ll surprisingly find that it’s leading up to…hm how do you put it? Simply, I feel like he doesn’t get involved as frequently. Basically, he sort of grows cold once he’s in a relationship. Bye-bye!

Pace

Personal Info

Age: “I’m twenty…something. Oh right, I’m 26!”

Height: “My height is 187cm! I can lift up someone of your height easy.”

Birthday: “It’s in July, the 29th! I’m definitely a summer person too!”

Zodiac: “I’m a Leo! Rawr! So, a lion! I’m gonna eat you! …Haha.”

Position: “I’m the Executive of the Clubs, which is in charge of inspections. I can inspect anything!”

Other: “Lasaagna, ahh lasagna, lasaagna. Mama taught me how to do ‘haikus’. Did I do it right?”

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About Nordia, the Capital of Water: Nordia is known as an archipelago and has a lot of islands. And they have a suuuuper scary governer. Hehe. She might not like me saying that. But it’s a great place, so I’m sure you’ll like it.

Introduce Yourself: My name is Pace! I love both Ojou and lasagna! I’m also the Deputy Chief Executive, and…the lord’s son. Well anyway, I’ve got a ton of titles.

Recent Interests: Maybe customizing dishes to suit my tastes? Just throw a little something in and it’s my own unique spin! Wanna try?

Role in the Organization: I’m the Executive of the Coins, and the Deputy Chief Executive. I take care of stuff when Dante’s not at the mansion. Other than that I do…daily patrols? Hey! It’s not all just eating!

A Word to the Heroine: You’ve gotten really strong, Ojou. I’m always on the receiving end of it. Ah wait, I don’t mean the kicks! You’re always giving me the strength to make it to tomorrow. Thanks for everything, Ojou.

Cast Comment (Pace’s CV, Tomokazu Sugita): “Lasagna!” Congrats. I’m hungry. I’m Tomokazu Sugita and I played Pace. The recording’s all done now. I didn’t think there would be so many puns. I mean, I read it beforehand but actually voicing it feels completely different. Don’t worry, us VAs will take the fall. Anyway, I’m sure you’ve been waiting a long time for Arcana Famiglia 2. It’s always been about the Tarocco, and how it was implied that there were more. The Tower did show up before. And the the Magician in Vascello Fantasma. I always wondered what would happen after Vascello Fantasma, but we actually got even more characters! The Star being a girl surprised me the most. But I feel like we still don’t have all of them. I think? Kind of like the Egyptian gods, but I guess that’s different. Well, if you’ve cleared the game, I’m sure you know how your ending went. But there’s three of them that I recorded for, so I hope you do them all. Ahh, after all that I’m pretty hungry now. A said lasagna this, lasagna that so many times I feel really attached to it now. Actually I made lasagna twice before. Uh, or I guess I had it made for me? Haha… Anyway, to wrap up, I hope you’ll keep supporting Arcana Famiglia. Lasagna!

Luca

Personal Info

Age: “Um, right now…I’m 29. I’m just about to hit the age where I’ll look the most mature.”

Height: “I’m 176cm. It might be my imagination, but I feel like I’m shrinking…”

Birthday: “It’s December 6th. It’s the same day as the death of the bishop Saint Nicolas of Myra.”

Zodiac: “I’m a Sagittarius. Didn’t I tell you the story of the centaur when you were young? Yes, when we pretended to ride horses!”

Position: “Right now I’m your attendant and Papa’s secretary. So I’m actually quite busy.”

Other: “Everyday, I get to perform experiments and make dolce for Ojou-sama… This is truly the meaning of living a peaceful life.”

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About Nordia, the Capital of Water: The gondolas in Nordia are famous. Have you heard of them? They’re the small boats that travel along the canals. Oh, we should ride on one together while we’re in Nordia! It’s a promise, Ojou-sama.

Introduce Yourself: I’m Luca. As you know, I am your attendant. Wait, why are you shaking your head? Ojou-sama!?

Recent Interests: Making dolce I suppose? Ever since we came to the mansion, more and more people have been requesting sweets for afternoon tea. But I’ll do it if I get to see everyone smile!

Role in the Organization: I’d say my role is being Ojou-sama’s attendant. I believe doing what’s best for Ojou-sama also makes the rest of the Family happy, after all.

A Word to the Heroine: No matter where you are, I believe you should take it one step at a time. I can’t be careless either. I’ll put in the effort, so will you allow me to stay by your side?

Cast Comment (Luca’s CV, Yuichi Nakamura): Hello everyone, Nakamura here. Oh, I’m the one who played Luca. Uhh, I guess I don’t know what order you would have cleared Luca in. I might get sad if I tried to guess… Some people might have cleared several endings already, or Luca might have been their first route. How was it? Arcana Famiglia 2? It’s been quite a while since the first Arcana Famiglia. I’m not even sure how many years it’s been. Frm a recording standpoint. The recording’s been done for a while now, and I don’t know when it’ll reach all of you. But it’s cold out right now. And when we recorded Vascello Fantasma, it was… Actually maybe I shouldn’t say. Am I even allowed to say? Haha. Probably shouldn’t say too much. Anyway, I’m supposed to reflect and talk a bit here. Hm, I wouldn’t know which endings or what routes you’ve seen so hmm. I guess there aren’t as many short scenes like before, and the lines are more story based. I think we recorded things more or less in order too, and that made it easier to get the emotions down. I’m not sure if that’s better from a player’s perspective. Like if it makes sense to have this conversation at this affection level, but it is one approach. It was easier though, so I hope you’ll enjoy this game too. The other characters and Luca. And a lot of the characters have…I don’t know if I’d say “bad ends” but there are some not that good endings. For Luca too. We had lots of discussions about it. Me with the staff. Like if he can’t talk, then do I need to talk? Shouldn’t he and Felicita be communicating with his expressions instead? And isn’t that what Felicita does and what makes her unique? That’s what I told them anyway. Not that I don’t want to talk. I just wondered if the scenes would be more impactful without voiceover. Wouldn’t that make the consequences more severe? But they said it was from Luca’s POV, so I guess that makes sense. Well anyway if you happen to agree with me, there’s a feedback card and a link on their webpage so you can let them know what you think. Maybe we’ll get a revised version. Hahaha. But anyway, the story is how it is because a lot of people came together. So there’s a lot of ways to enjoy Arcana Famiglia, you know. Anyway, this Yuichi Nakamura. I hope we meet again sometime. Is there even anymore time? Okay, bye!

Dante

Personal Info

Age: “I’m 39 years old. It’s the age when a man has experienced both the ups, downs, and everything in between in life.

Height: “I’m 199cm. It’s not bad being this height, but I always need to get my clothes tailored to fit.”

Birthday: “My birthday is April 9th. Whenever spring comes around, it makes me realize that my age is catching up with me.”

Zodiac: “I’m an Aries. I hear many commanders have the same sign, but what do you think? ‘Sheep are cute’, you say? …I-I see.”

Position: “I am in charge of both the Intelligence division and the executives of all the serie. Though I feel Intelligence suits me better.”

Other: “Lately, I go fishing nearby when we go out to sea. At this rate, my reputation as a former pirate will be tarnished.”

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About Nordia, the Capital of Water: It’s a city where you could learn a lot. The governor especially is a proud and eccentric woman. Though personally, I would rather you didn’t imitate her completely…

Introduce Yourself: I am Dante. You couldn’t forget this bald head of mine even if you tried. Haha! As long as I manage to leave an impression on you.

Recent Interests: Coming up with more puns, I suppose? But none of them seem to be landing lately. Maybe a siesta is all I need for a pun fiesta… Just kidding! (TN: original pun was on “neta” meaning both “joke” and “slept”)

Role in the Organization: I’m the Chief Executive of the Family. My job is to lead both the Intelligence division and the other executives. I’m no advisor, but feel free to ask me for advice on anything!

A Word to the Heroine: We can all tell how much of a hardworker you are, Ojou-san. But we also do worry whether you’re pushing yourself too hard. I’m always here to talk if things get difficult. No matter what it is, I’ll be sure to listen.

Cast Comment (Dante’s CV, Jurota Kosugi): This is Jurota Kosugi, and I voiced Dante. Sooo, what did you think of Arcana Famigia 2? Since it’s the second one, it really feels like the world of Arcana Famiglia got bigger. I think there’s multiple reasons for that, but I feel like the scenario had a lot more depth to it. I felt like a lot of the lines had some deep meaning to them. And as I’m sure you’re all aware, they’ve added quite a few new characters. We got some new friends, so that sure makes the world seem bigger too. And for me personally, we sure got a lot more of the younger Dante in Arcana Famiglia 2. Oh and this isn’t a spoiler, but while we were recording the director would tell me stuff like “this is the old one” and “this is the young one”. So they were differentiated but, I wonder if you all could actually tell hahaha. I did try to make the old one and the ~*young one*~ sound different, so I hope you could sort of tell haha. Anyway, I think it would take a lot of time for someone to experience all of Arcana Famiglia 2, but there’s no need to rush! I hope you’ll take your time and play through it as many times as it takes. So please have fun with Arcana Famiglia. This was Jurota Kosugi, the voice of Dante!

Jolly

Personal Info

Age: “You want to know my age? …You sure are full of curiosity, Ojou-sama. In that case, come to my office later and I’ll tell you.”

Height: “I doubt you will gain anything by knowing that, but I’ll tell you. I’m 184cm.”

Birthday: “It’s March 8th, but I don’t particularily care. What matters is what you do after you are born.”

Zodiac: “I’m a Pisces. …Perhaps I have some connection with sea creatures.”

Position: “I serve Mondo as the Family’s advisor. But it appears that’s not what you wanted to hear.”

Other: “There are more flowers in my laboratory as of late. Perhaps someone is being kind enough to provide me with more materials for my research.”

Comments

About Nordia, the Capital of Water: It resembles Regalo, but I suppose its abundance in water makes it distinct. And its governor. As a woman in power, she is sure to be a good influence on you as our future Donna. I look forward to see how you may change after meeting her.

Introduce Yourself: Isn’t it a little late for introductions? I’m Jolly. If you want to know more, then you’ll have to come see me privately. I’ll take my time answering your questions.

Recent Interests: I enjoy alchemy in the purest sense. Hmph, if you doubt me then come and visit my lab.

Role in the Organization: I’m the advisor. But lately, I have been entrusting those duties to my assistant instead of performing them myself. But I’m not abandoning my post. This is simply in case of an emergency.

A Word to the Heroine: It’s suprising how much can change in a year. Though I suppose our relationship hasn’t changed all that much. However, I would like it to. As you learn more about me, I’ll learn more about you. Now, why don’t we see what happens?

Cast Comment (Jolly’s CV, Koji Yusa): Hello, this is Koji Yusa and I voiced Jolly. Thank you all for clearing his route. There sure were a lot of difficulties this time around. The Jolly fans really had it rough. Did you see all the endings yet? Personally I wanted to let ‘em have it over what happened, but I guess we can save that for next time. Hmm, what else… Oh, I was in some of the other character’s routes so I guess I saw some of those two. But I feel like they were especially harsh on Jolly. I wonder how you all felt about that… Is it what you wanted? If it’s not then maybe you can send in that you don’t want them to be mean to him and to fix his eyes and such. I’d appreciate it too. Then maybe we can see each other again someday. Thank you! This was Koji Yusa, the voice of Jolly.

Ash

Personal Info

Age: “I’m 17. Same age as you. Right, Strawberry Head?”

Height: “I’m 180cm. I don’t know what it is when I’m a tiger… But it’s definitely over two meters, right?”

Birthday: “It’s February 3rd. I used to celebrate every year with Joshua and the skeletons.”

Zodiac: “I’m an Aquarius. …I don’t know much about star signs. Huh? There should be a tiger one? Don’t make fun of me!”

Position: “I’m the inheritor of Vascello Fantasma. I’m just sticking around for the time being. Don’t forget that.”

Other: “The people on this island keep coming up to my ghost ship since they’ve never seen one before. It’s not a tourist attraction!”

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About Nordia, the Capital of Water: Nordia? Oh yeah, I heard it was that little city with the canals running through it. If you’re curious, I’ll take you. My ship can get us there within three days. If I feel like it, that is.

Introduce Yourself: I’m Ash. The Vascello Fantasma ship belongs to me. But I’m staying in Regalo for now… Hey, you got something to say!?

Recent Interests: The best way to eat apples. But they’re usually used in dolce, so you don’t see them in main courses often.

Role in the Organization: I ended up as the assistant advisor. Huh? You want to know what I do? …To put it honestly, I’m just that damn Sunglasses’s lackey…

A Word to the Heroine: I didn’t know you a year ago. But even I can tell that you worked real hard to get to where you are now, Strawberry Head.

Cast Comment (Ash’s CV, Nobuhiko Okamoto): Hello, I’m Nobuhiko Okamato, the voice of Ash. So, how was it playing the game? There were a variety of new characters, but personally I was most interested in Vir. And Ash actually said the name Vir Ingeniosus in the previous game, and now we finally know more about that mystery. So no wonder he’s so strong. And a lot of things ended up being connected. Oh and I’m sure you know from playing his route, but there’s a part where Ash leaves for a bit and comes back in a few years. I’m actually pretty curious about what happened with Ash and Felicita during that time when they couldn’t see each other. I wonder how they worked it out long distance. Anyway, I’m sure there’s more Arcana Famiglia to come and I’d appreciate all your support. Thank you!

Mondo

Personal Info

Age: “I’m 59. Almost in my sixties. It’s about time to give serious thought to handing over the torch.”

Height: “I should be 195cm. Haha, I wouldn’t seem as commanding if I wasn’t this tall.”

Birthday: “It’s April 1st. Thinking of my birthday reminds me of when I announced the Duello.”

Zodiac: “I’m an Aries. I suppose I do have the typical traits like being straightforward and a short temper.”

Position: “I’m the Papa of Arcana Famiglia. My duty is to lead the Family towards a bright future.”

Other: “To think my daughter would want to go abroad… I suppose this is her time to leave the nest… But, I still think it’s too early!”

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About Nordia, the Capital of Water: I just came back from a trip there a few days ago, but it’s a charming archipelago that’s completely different from Regalo. You should visit too. It’ll be a good experience. …You want to go on a couple’s retreat? No! You’re too young for that!

Introduce Yourself: As you know, I am the Papa of Arcana Famiglia, Mondo. In order to fulfill my daughter’s wish, I intend to maintain my position for as long as I can.

Recent Interests: Being affectionate towards my daughter! …Although my attempts always end in failure when I am driven off by a kick. Won’t you please understand how I feel, my dear daughter!?

Role in the Organization: As the head of the Family, my job is to lead the organization. I always have the final say. My actions are with the Family’s best interests in mind.

A Word to the Heroine: You do seem to face nothing but hardships. But that’s exactly why I wish for your happiness. I say this not as the leader of the Family, but as your father.

Cast Comment (Mondo’s CV, Fumihiko Tachiki): Welcome, hello, good evening. I’m the voice of Mondo, Fumihiko Tachiki. Welcome, welcome, welcome to Arcana Famiglia 2! Anyway, good work for getting this far. We’re far from done though. So I hope you’ll keep enjoying Arcana Famiglia even more. Now why am I saying all this right now? Well, that’s because we just finished recording for the amazing game that is sArcana Famiglia 2. And I hope this kind of raw…uh, not raw…organic message will help you enjoy the game even more. Anyway I hope you keep enjoying the Arcana Famiglia world, characters, and voice actors. Thank you! And Happy New Year!

Sumire

Personal Info

Age: “You really shouldn’t ask a woman her age… How about I turn the question around. How old do I look to you?”

Height: “My height is 174cm. Haha, that’s when I’m wearing my boots mind you.”

Birthday: “It’s January 1st. Where I’m from, you turn one year older the moment the New Year starts. I’m not sure if it’s still like that though.”

Zodiac: “I’m a Capricorn. But that’s not based on the day I was actually born, so perhaps that doesn’t match. Haha.”

Position: “I’m the Family’s Mama. You can talk to me if you’re ever having any trouble.”

Other: “I’d like some new flowers for the rose garden. I’ve been enjoying gardening recently.”

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About Nordia, the Capital of Water: We have long received goodwill from Nordia. It is a lovely place that is abundant in water. And above all, they have a wonderful governer. You could learn a lot there.

Introduce Yourself: I am Sumire, the Mama of this Family. Introducing myself to you after all this time has me feeling a little shy.

Recent Interests: I’ve taken a liking to chicken dishes lately. I wonder how it should best be cooked? Idealy, it should have good flavor, but not result in any weight gain…

Role in the Organization: Hmm… I suppose that would be supporting Mondo in his position as Papa. And fortune telling, though I’ve done that for a long time. I consult the Tarocco to determine its will. That’s an important job that only I can do.

A Word to the Heroine: You’ve grown strong. And you have someone who cherishes you. So you’ll be alright. I hope the two of you will work together towards your future. That is what Mondo and I both want from you.

Cast Comment (Sumire’s CV, Kikuko Inoue): I’m Kikuko Inoue and I voiced Sumire. I’m 17 years old, yes I am! So, how was Arcana Famiglia 2? For me, the script for this game was quite interesting so it was really exciting to work on. Sumire’s kindness and strength as a mother, along with her strict outlook on life came through a lot in her lines. And a lot of the scenes left a strong impression on me. She had a difficult past, but that didn’t matter! She did her best to push forward to the future. I really hope that you all will see that through playing the game. And I even got to play Felicita’s kids! It really is one of the perks of being a voice actor. So I hope you’ll enjoy experiencing that too! Thank you so much, everyone!

Vir

Personal Info

Age: “Exactly how I look. Perhaps 25 or 26. …You think I’m lying? Hm, perhaps.”

Height: “My height is 175cm. I look perfect standing next to Neve.”

Birthday: “I believe it is October 9th. It is quite a comfortable season, which I enjoy.”

Zodiac: “I’m a Libra. They are said to value nobility and are skilled at keeping their emotions in check… Haha, it looks like you have something to say about that.”

Position: “I am but a humble merchant from Nordia. I really have no idea why I’ve been summonded to the mansion.”

Other: “I enjoy painting and earning money. Besides that, I suppose I am fond of my own name as well.”

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About Nordia, the Capital of Water: If I wasn’t so attached to Nordia, I wouldn’t be a merchant. Haha, no need to worry. You’ll come to visit one day It’s written in fate.

Introduce Yourself: I’ll keep it brief. My name is Vir. I’m a merchant. …Is there anything else you’d like to ask?

Recent Interests: Perhaps it comes from being a merchant, but I am quite fond of paintings. I am always drawn to lovely works of art.

Role in the Organization: I’m a merchant affiliated with Nordia. Nothing more, nothing less. Though it doesn’t look like you believe me.

A Word to the Heroine: I’ve long foreseen that I would come to this island. It was under the guidance of the Tarocco. I look forward to meeting you, Ojou-sama.

Cast Comment (Vir’s CV, Daisuke Hirakawa): Hello, this is Daisuke Hirakawa and I played Vir. Congratulations on clearing the game. How was it? Did you enjoy Arcana Famiglia 2? Oh, and what routes have you played and what was Vir like in what you’ve seen so far? He’s a shady character, but I feel like he changes a lot. So if you haven’t played all the routes yet, I hope you’ll try them out and see all the different sides to Vir. The characters aside from Vir are great too, so I hope you’ll keep enjoying all Arcana Famiglia 2 has to offer and supporting the series. Congrats again for clearing the game. Thank you! This was Daisuke Hirakawa.

Sera

Personal Info

Age: “I’m 18. So one year older than you. I hope we get along.”

Height: “I’m 179cm. You know a lot of people taller than that, so do I seem short to you?”

Birthday: “It’s July 12th. A birthday can be considered a turning point. It’s an opportunity to reflect.”

Zodiac: “My sign is Cancer. I thought I might talk about what Cancers are known for, but I guess that’s not very romantic.”

Position: “I suppose that would be my status as the only son of Nordia’s governor. Though I’ve been abroad…”

Other: “In Nordia, it is said that those skilled in gunmanship are dexterous. How about where you’re from?”

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About Nordia, the Capital of Water: Even the Capital of Water has some downsides. But I do think it’s a good city. If you ever visit, would you let me show you around?

Introduce Yourself: My name is Serafino. You can call me Sera. I’m usually focused on my studies while in Nordia, but I understand that’s not very interesting.

Recent Interests: I enjoy buying glass trinkets at the places we visit. I found a very nice key dish the other day. It had good color and shape. A real high quality piece.

Role in the Organization: I’m the son of Nordia’s governor. Right now, I’m traveling with Vir so I can see the world from a variety of perspectives.

A Word to the Heroine: I’ll be staying with you all for a short time. I hope you’ll get along with Teo and Neve too. Me? Of course. It’s nice to meet you, signorina.

Cast Comment (Sera’s CV, Yuki Ono): Congratulations on clearing the game! I’m Yuki Ono and I voiced Sera. Thank you, and congrats! *clapping* Hmm, so you have to clear the game to listen to this recording, so I think I can talk about what happened. Let’s see, I think what I like most about Arcana Famiglia would be how the towns look. I’ve got a panorama of the town with me right now, and I really like this illustration. It’s got all these white buildings, and you’ve got a view of the sea and the mountains too. I really like it. And I also had a lot of fun getting to know the world of Arcana Famiglia 2 along with all of you. I hope we get to meet again someday. Again, congratulations on clearing. This was the voice of Sera, Yuki Ono. Yaaaay! *clapping*

Teo

Personal Info

Age: “You think I look around 14? We can go with that then! No point thinking about it too hard.”

Height: “…I’m 163cm. It helps me maneuver more easily.”

Birthday: “I think it was in the summer. But I don’t really remember.”

Zodiac: “I think I’m a Cancer. But I like shrimp more. Now I want some shrimp!!”

Position: “I’m a merchant who works with Vir. Anything you want to buy from us?”

Other: “You think I talk weird? Don’t be dumb. It’s something uniquely me!”

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About Nordia, the Capital of Water: I don’t really like the place. Sure, the canals are pretty but that’s about it. Really! That’s it!

Introduce Yourself: I’m Teo. I travel around with Vir. Nobody beats me when it comes to dealing with customers or transporting products!

Recent Interests: I love looking for the places with the best shrimp dishes wherever we travel to! I love shrimp!

Role in the Organization: I had one before, but that doesn’t matter anymore. I’m just a merchant from Nordia. What else do I need to say?

A Word to the Heroine: I’m just going where Vir goes. I don’t plan on being friends… But if you treat me to some shrimp, I’ll think about it.

Cast Comment (Teo’s CV, Ryota Osaka): I’m Ryota Osaka, the voice of Teo. Congratulations on clearing the game. Teo can be quite a handful and is like a little brother to the heroine. I hope you all were able to give him a warm welcome and had fun being like a big sister to him. Umm, anyway, I played Teo in Arcana Famiglia 2 but I actually had a small role in one of the previous games. I never thought I’d get the chance to play Teo this time and I really enjoyed it. We’re already at AF2, but if there is a sequel I hope I’ll get to play Teo again in it too. I hope you’ll continue to love Teo. Thank you so much and congratulations!

Neve

Personal Info

Age: “I’m 17 years old, the same as you… I’d be happy if we got to talk more.”

Height: “I’m 158cm. If I were a little taller, than when standing next to him, I’d… Oh, nothing!”

Birthday: “The day I met my husband is my birthday.”

Zodiac: “My occupation is in fortune telling. Looking at the stars is one method. Any further information will be 5000 Lira.”

Position: “I am a merchant along with my husband. And I do a little fortune telling…”

Other: “I like my monkey, Princess and your little owl. I hope they can become good friends.”

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About Nordia, the Capital of Water: It’s the place that gave me a home. The people are wonderful too. I love this town.

Introduce Yourself: My name is Neve. I’m a traveling merchant along with my husband, Vir.

Recent Interests: I like teaching Princess new tricks. She learned how to do a somersault recently.

Role in the Organization: A fortune teller, I suppose? And I’m also Vir-sama’s… Ah, nevermind!

A Word to the Heroine: I’m not very good with my words. But I still want to try. Because I want to be friends with you.

Cast Comment (Neve’s CV, Sayuri Yahagi): Congratulations on clearing the game. I’m Sayuri Yahagi and I played Neve. I haven’t played a character that looks this cute in while. And she even has a partner. She’s a character with a lot of intimate lovey-dovey lines and getting her character profile even made my palms sweat. But we just wrapped up today, and I feel pretty satisfied. In the story, she’s already with Vir but after reading through the story, I think like Luca the most right now. The game hasn’t been released as of now, but once it is I think I’ll take the role of Felicita and experience the romantic moments with each of the guys. There really are a lot of characters, so I hope you get to enjoy this game many times. Thank you!

Elmo

Personal Info

Age: “Well? I look around your age right?”

Height: “I’m 168cm. And I’ll get taller. Then you’ll be the one looking up at me.”

Birthday: “Jolly’s records say I was completed around April 10th. Is that a birthday?”

Zodiac: “My sign is supposed to be Aries. Do you think I’ll make a great grown up too?”

Position: “I don’t really have a position…but if I had to say, I guess I guard the laboratory.”

Other: “My old clothes didn’t fit anymore, so I got new ones. Do they look good on me?”

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About Nordia, the Capital of Water: I’ve seen it in books before. It’s a beautiful place with lots of canals. I wish you could see it. And I hope I’ll get to be the ones to show it to you.

Introduce Yourself: I’m Elmo. Haha, are you surprised? I look different now, but I’m still the same person.

Recent Interests: Right now, I’m curious about everything. But I think alchemy is what I’m most interested in. You can make something out of nothing. It really is amazing.

Role in the Organization: Hmm… I don’t think I have a role right now. You can just consider me a citizen of Regalo.

A Word to the Heroine: My heart is full of feelings towards you. Will I get to tell you about them someday? I really…want to.

Cast Comment (Elmo’s CV, Yuichi Iguchi): This is the voice of Elmo, Yuichi Iguchi. Congratulations on clearing the game. Since you’ve cleared Elmo’s part, that means you’ve seen all of his different sides. I feel like Elmo’s feelings and looks both really changed from the beginning of the game to the end. But I hope you got to see how he’s grown. Elmo just suddenly grew up. He physically got around 10 years older in under one year. So I wonder what he’ll be like in another year? Would he start looking older than Jolly? Like an old man? Since he grows so fast… Well, I wouldn’t know. But I think you’ll find out if there’s a sequel, so we’ll be counting on your support. This was Yuichi Iguchi, the voice of Elmo!

Agata

Personal Info

Age: “I’m 42. It’s an age that makes a leader look dignified.”

Height: “I’m 160cm. However, I don’t believe that height is a measure of one’s power.”

Birthday: “It’s June 11th. It’s always busy around that time of the year… Due to preparations for my birthday party, of course.”

Zodiac: “It’s Gemini. …I suppose I did always have a connection with twins.”

Position: “I serve as the governor of Nordia. I am eagerly awaiting your arrival.”

Other: “Quality ingredients and experienced hands make fine wine. Yes, I think I’ll enjoy myself with a drink tonight.”

Comments

About Nordia, the Capital of Water: I believe that the sights and people of Nordia are the greatest in the world. That may sound like I look down on other places, but this city won’t improve without love from its governor.

Introduce Yourself: I am the governor of Nordia, Agata. The position of governer requires me to be strict. I do hope you understand.

Recent Interests: Collecting whips. You may think I always use the same one, but they vary in length, material, color, and… Wait, are you listening?

Role in the Organization: I lead Nordia as its governor. Though, I may be nearing the end of my term…

A Word to the Heroine: As the daughter of Mondo and Sumire, I will be sure to witness you grow into far more than just a little girl.

Cast Comment (Agata’s CV, Miki Ito): Hello, this is Miki Ito, and I played the governor of Nordia, Agata, who is a new character. Congratulations on making it this far! You’ve cleared one route, right? Good work! For this game, I played the governor of Nordia, who is a very strong and accomplished lady which was fun. I wish I could be as cool as her too, though I wonder if it’s a little late to be saying that. I look forward to seeing you all again sometime. I hope you enjoy the other routes too! See you!

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breakerwhiskey · 11 months ago

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110 - ONE HUNDRED TEN

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Dear Harry,

I’m goddamn sick of speaking to you already. At least with Birdie, there was some kind of response. And maybe you are responding. Maybe you’re somehow hearing this and shouting into your radio, trying to get me to hear you.

That’s sort of a funny image, actually. Finally, I’m frustrating you as much as you frustrate me.

Do you remember my last birthday? The bottle of wine and the game of Clue? Of course you do, you remember everything. Every shortcoming, every perceived slight,

This is the first birthday I’ve spent alone since my sixteenth. Isn’t that strange.

And that birthday…it snuck up on me. My dad had died so recently and—well, anyway, you know most of this already. Know more about my teen years than anyone in the world. We had to have something to talk about for all those years. The times before we knew each other always seemed like safe territory.

Even before I got to New York, before I made any kind of friend, I would at least try to celebrate in a bar, or a diner, or somewhere with people around. And then there were those years where I did have friends, even if they were fair weather ones, and then there was you and it’s hard to have a birthday party and not invite the person you live with and sometimes I think—well, we had fun sometimes, right? Celebrating things?

Anyway, it’s strange to be alone now. Stranger today than all the other days, though I can’t really explain why. There’s no difference in this day, not really.

I’m not sure what I expected in choosing Vegas to spend my birthday. It isn’t like I can play any of the games on my own or catch a show or go to a steakhouse. But it seemed…festive.

I keep thinking about what Birdie said when we talked. That I was wrong when I said my choices didn’t change the world. Maybe I misunderstood them, maybe they were messing with me, I don’t know but…

Sitting here, in a casino at the Sands, in Dean’s suit, drinking champagne that I’m fairly certain costs several hundred dollars a bottle, and looking out on an empty hall of chance, I…

Chance and choice. The only forces in the universe.

I have made a series of choices that have brought me here. You made a series of choices that pushed me here. Looking around…well, we — both of us — decided to spin the roulette wheel, if you want to put it that way. But we don’t decide where the ball lands. We have free will, but everything is a game of chance at the end of the day.

So why…why should I feel guilty over that? Why should you? I mean, there are other reasons you should feel guilty, but not for that. I know what you’d say—that it wasn’t chance that steered our hands, but choice. And I’d say that the choice to die or not die isn’t much of a choice at all.

Choice brought me to Vegas but chance drove me to the Sands and to Dean Martin’s suit and this bottle of champagne. Chance led to both of these things being ultimately valueless, except for the value they provide to me. It doesn’t matter what happened in ’68, what kind of choices people made, there isn’t any choice a single person could’ve made that led to all this. There’s some other force at play here, something bigger than me or you or anyone. Something bigger maybe even than chance.

Happy Birthday to me.

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[a voice almost cuts through the static]

[beeps]

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toonytoodles · 2 years ago

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Holiday time headcanons for the kiddos;

- Avery and her parents go to the Dragonlands for Fire Festival every year, an important holiday in Draconic culture

- Sofia used to be an orphan, every year her and her dads go to the orphanage she's from and help out (prep meals, give gifts, etc.,), and there's a lady there who helped raise Sofia and eventually helped get her adopted, they make sure to help her and her family out every winter season as a thank you, Clementine often tags along with the Hodges family and helps as well

- Emma loves the holidays, she helps decorate the town for the winter season, loves ugly sweaters that her friends can ride in, and her and her mom bake giant cookies for everyone

- Avery and Pond spend time together, lots of time spent inside talking while everyone else enjoys the snow

- The kiddos all get each other gifts

- The twins like getting gifts, but most of the time they end up playing in empty boxes and crunching wrapping paper, those are the FUN gifts

- Holiday party at the tavern! Invite only though, friends/family of the Howwells can come but it's not open to the public

- As always, Emma gets made fun of for eating a prop candy cane, that one time it happened

- 6/7 really like Christmas lights, Pond can't exactly participate, but likes to tag along anyways, her friends seem happy, and she's just happy to be with them

- The twins and their parents go caroling, often all wearing matching/coordinating outfits

- The Howwells have a party at the tavern, but the McConnells have one at their house just a week later! This one isn't open to the public either, strictly loved ones only. What's better than a giant feast with all your family and friends? Literally nothing, at least as far as Emma's concerned

- Andy and deadname used to get matching suits, but every year since Andies come out they get a matching suit and dress from their parents

#also. NO ONE reminded me about the annual holiday drawing #how very dare each and every one of you #especially YOU #toonytoodlesoc #original character #oc #avery trowbridge #sofia hodges #amelia mcconnel #clementine moores #pond the elemental #andy and andie #andie and andy

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greensagephase · 10 months ago

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@sunsetdoodler omg I can't wait to hopefully see those sketches!!! (you have more sketches of Peter? omg 😭 but also sketches from part 11? I wonder if they're sad ones or from the cute scenes they had? Either way I'll be so so excited to see them!!) And I'm so happy you'll have some time tonight to relax and catch up with your feed, and that everything is going well!! And of course, always here to support you, friend!!! ❤️❤️

And thank you omg!! I'm really happy that I've been able to start drawing again, but yes I've been studying different art and using those references!! Omg, his hair is so hard to draw but ever since that reference (I think we may be talking about the same one! It has his hair in three parts and offers different angles, too - has really helped, even with his face shape - which that alone has been so hard to draw. I haven't been able to figure out how to draw his face with the circle method - I'm sorry I don't know what the correct name is but you know the circle and the cross on it method to draw the face? I don't know how to draw his face using that method so it's been interesting figuring it out - just me sharing my drawing shenanigans🤣) it has helped me draw his hair better!! And I know what you mean by feeling like you've gained a new superpower haha, that's how I felt when I started using that hair reference - I was like "wait a minute. I can draw this? And it looks somewhat accurate? 🤯" I get so excited!!

That's how I feel!! The first month of the year always feels like it goes by too fast on top of having no more festivities. It makes me sad to put away my decorations, too, and feel like I need to do so much because of new year's resolutions, etc., but I feel so much better and I hope you're feeling well!!! 🥺 And thank you for the encouraging words to take breaks!! They really do mean so much to me and make me feel better about taking breaks. It's somethin I struggled with even when I was in school and still learning to practice, so thank you for the reminder!!! Also, I'm so so happy that you're taking the time to rest as much as possible over the weekends!! (And omg your current degree sounds really interesting (I just don't know if I could do coding haha) but it sounds so interesting, and I can definitely see you loving animation and having so much fun with it!!! 🥺 But whichever additional degree you decide to get in the future, I'll be rooting for you as always!!!) And good luck friend!!! I'm thinking about you and sending you the best of luck!! I know what you mean about maybe presenting not getting easier (I'm the same 😭) but from a shy presenter, I'm wishing you all the best luck and vibes and it's easier said than done but just take deep breaths and remember that you know your stuff!!!! I hope this helps a bit!!! I'm rooting for you!!!

And aww omg, I get so happy when I see the notification for your responses, too!! I'm always like "there's sunsetdoodler!!" And haha, the pipe isn't fixed yet. Thankfully we just shut down that part of the water system (I'm not well acquainted with the terminology here 😅) all other pipes are working fine and everything, it's just this one we closed so it stopped leaking. We're not fixing it until probably Tuesday because that'll be the first day in a week that our temperature reaches over 30 degrees F (we've had some strong winds too that don't help with the cold overall haha). But all is well, the pipe is connected to a faucet we don't use often anyway! But I hope you've been staying as warm as possible, and I'm glad that your roads haven't been so icy this week and that when they have, you've been extra careful!! 🥺 And OMG - I'm going to send you a little ask in a bit but BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!! 🥳❤️✨I literally meant to wish you a early/late happy birthday yesterday in my response since I didn't know your birthdate, but one of my siblings ended up coming in when I was going to type that (they were having some textbook rental problems and needed assistance from the older sibling, actually, both of them asked for my guidance now that I remember. I was like their little college advisor or something 😂) and I got caught up with them and forgot in the end but I sincerely hope you had a wonderful day and that you enjoyed celebrating with your loved ones and that you got to watch ATSV!!!! It sounds so much fun that you got to rewatched it!!! I read that it was re releasing on IMAX and I wanted to go but we don't have one nearby (closest one is like 2 hours away and the weather isn't good for driving) but I hope you enjoyed watching the movie in theaters again!!!! Also, I love that your sibling took you to watch it - it's so sweet of them!! They know you so well!!! 🥺 And omg 😭😭 every time I see Gwen's Peter I also get reminded of our Peter, and it's amazing that your sibling asked that, really!! They know about the fic and our Peter, no, that's so sweet that they remembered that since you mentioned it!! But also, I can imagine you were hit by the emotions watching Gwen's Peter, you know, and then our Peter 😭😭 but I hope you enjoyed the rest of the movie and seeing, you know who!!! 🤭 Miguel!! I wish I could see him in ATSV in theaters again fr!! And same to you!! I hope you stay inside, warm and cozy and that you can relax a bit in between you practicing your presentation!!

Also, no joke, I sat down and wrote for a little bit and had your sketches pulled up on my phone and just felt so motivated!!! I'm so happy you're using them to motivate you with your schooling, too!!!! (and no, same!! I'd be so distracted - this man I swear!!!) Also, omg I'm not kidding!!! I've had the drawing you drew for my birthday of Miguel as my background since that night!!! It's both my lock screen and home screen!!! I just love seeing Miguel smiling and holding a birthday cake for me!! It makes me so happy every time I see it!!!) @sunsetdoodler I hope you have an amazing weekend and that you get to be warm and cozy indoors!!!! I also hope you stay safe and wishing you the best as always!!! I also hope you continue to celebrate your birthday!!!!!!! ❤️✨❤️

Hi Alondra!! Thank you for replying back to me on the New Year's fanart!! there's really no pressure replying and I truly appreciate every response 🥹❤️ hearing that you still love the New Year's fanart makes me so happy!! (I promise there is more fanart for NC in the near future!!) I’m glad you took some time off social media for your mental health because that’s very important!! I’ve been quite busy lately too so I’ve been off social media more than usual this past week. I’m also happy that you’ve been sticking to drawing daily for 30 minutes!, and even if you miss a day here and there it’s still great! There are days where I just don’t have the energy to draw, so if you need to take breaks from that too it’s okay! But I really do get excited hearing these updates! Also, omg I’m very happy that you drew Miguel in a way that you liked and you’re feeling more comfortable and confident with drawing!!! Hearing that makes me so excited and i’m rooting for you!!! ❤️

Also, I just have to mention again that I’m really happy you took a little break from social media and writing, sometimes it can be too much and the last thing I’d want is for you to be burnt out from everything! (and I'm happy my little words of encouragement helped you decide to take some days off, I want to make sure you're doing okay too 🥺) you really do so much on here and you deserve the rest! ❤️❤️ Thank you so much for all the support and words of encouragement with my schooling!! (and when you mentioned getting another degree in the future- I might actually consider it!! maybe even study in a subject more for fun!) I’ve been very busy with everything and preparing for the first presentation of my capstone this Monday (the nerves are there but I'll maybe update you on how that goes! 😭) but one thing’s for sure- I still love to take the time to go on here and talk to you when I can!! And I’m so excited to read the next part when it comes out!! (please don’t stress about when you’re going to post it though 🥺) And I also promise that I read all your responses too, often times more than once because they make my day!! They mean so much to me and you don’t have to worry about replying late or anything, I understand! the weather where I live has also been arctic, haha!! (no fr today when I went out I was still shivering with all my layers 😭) and if it's also still cold where you are stay safe and warm too!! I hope you’re doing well and that you’re having an amazing week Alondra!! sending you a warm virtual hug, friend!!! ❤️✨❤️

Here are some little sketches of encouragement with your writing and everything!! a soft smiling Miguel and ok I imagine the 2nd one Miguel is giving look of like he’s proud of you 🥺 but also, he just has that signature smirk too 🤭

@sunsetdoodler thank you for being so understanding and of course, I love talking with you, so I've been trying to reply to everything!! I just got really behind on my responses 😭 but yes, I LOVE the New Year's fanart!!!

Still thinking about it and how cute your OC and Miguel look together, I can't wait to see them again (and omg, more fanart!!! I can't wait to see it but of course, take your time!!!)!! And you being off social media is so understandable with your school!! I hope everything is going well so far!! I'm thinking about you and sending you the best of luck, and hoping everything goes smoothly for you as always!!!! ❤️ Also, thank you for the well wishes on my drawing journey!! I took off yesterday and today because I've been busy doing other things but I'll hopefully be back to it tomorrow, thank you, really!! And yes omg, I've been studying Miguel (I've been studying your fanart and other lovely artists' fanart plus using the amazing drawing references I've seen on here; that's actually how I finally got his hair down haha), and feel like I'm moving forward in drawing him, but it's a working process! 😂

And thank you, omg!!!!! 🥺🥺 I was debating taking a break because I always feel so guilty disappearing from social media even if it's just a day or two, but your words of encouragement to take it easy helped and I decided to do it. I tend to feel a little off after the holidays and just feel overwhelmed by everything, so this little break really helped my mental health, and honestly - it helped my writing! I was lowkey forcing myself to write prior to it, but all is well now, and I feel great now. I've done so much more writing in two days than I did over the span of several days prior to my break, so yay!! About your schooling - of course!!!!! I'm wishing you the best and rooting for you!!! As I said already, I'm always hoping and wishing that everything goes smoothly for you!!! I hope you're taking care of yourself and that these first two weeks have been kind to you so far!!! You should def consider earning another degree for fun if you're interested!! I'd love to hear what you'd like to do if you were to get another one (if you're open to sharing, if not, I understand, so no pressure!!)!! Omg, your first capstone presentation is this Monday!! I'm sending you, and will continue to send you, all the best of luck!!! I know you got this and it'll go great!!!!!! 🥺✨ It'll be one presentation down, and hopefully it will get easier as the semester goes!!!! And thank you for taking time out of your day to come on here and talk to me, it truly means so much to me!!! Please know that I understand life gets crazy, so I totally understand if you can't reply right away or not at all (don't feel pressured to, friend!! I get it!!)!! And I'm happy that my words make your day, yours make my day as well!! I always look forward to reading your responses/asks!!!❤️ And omg @sunsetdoodler I hope you're staying warm and cozy, too!! It has been very cold this week for us (there was even a busted pipe this morning because of how cold it has been this whole week). I hope you stay warm and be safe if you're out on the road driving!!! I hope you're having a fantastic week, too and that you have a great weekend!! Hopefully you get to do some fun cozy things and relax a bit despite your presentation!!! Sending you the warmest virtual hug and the best wishes as always, friend!!!! ❤️✨❤️

And OMG THE SKETCHES!!!! Miguel saying "you got this!" - that's so ENCOURAGING!!! 🥺 And his proud face in the second sketch - stop, now I'm going to imagine that Miguel cheers me on when I write and try to draw him and the second sketch is him watching me while I do my thing,😭😭 THANK YOU, FRIEND!!!! These sketches are so freaking CUTE!!!!! And his signature smirk - everything this man does gets me, I swear!!!! 🤭 (I'd get so distracted if I saw him like this actually) I'm going to have these sketches pulled up whenever I write or draw, for real!!! THANK YOU!!!! ❤️✨🥺

#the sketches truly are motivating me!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!❤️❤️#and I agree with you!!! Miguel might keep it inside but he's secretly so proud and his face doesn't hide it!!#haha miguel is going to be in our heads forever but I'm kind of okay with this at this point - there's no fighting it anymore 😭🤣#and thank you!!!! please stay safe and warm - and take breaks friends!!!#and yes!! cozy clothes and blankets are so essential to stay warm!!! I'm over here with my cozy pjs and like 4 blankets haha #I hope you have an amazing week!!#And HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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knchins · 3 years ago

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Hi there i had this idea in mind

So its tokyo revengers sfw headcannons gn reader and basicly Draken and Mikey fighting over reader, if you know what i mean.

This is my first time requesting so sorry if cringe and feel free to deny it thank you

This is more of a drabble than headcannons and I hope that's okay! And it's not cringe at all <3 It was a cute idea and I hope I gave it justice!

Pairing: Draken x Reader; Mikey x Reader

TW: None :>

Reader Type: Gender neutral Word Count: ~600

When you joined the Tokyo Manji Gang you had no idea the near-riot you’d cause. It wasn’t because of anything you did, but rather the feelings you incited within both the leader and vice leader of the gang. There was an instant attraction between the three of you that was almost palpable by the other members.

Both Draken and Mikey were competitive by nature, and while Draken was content with being number two in the gang he was not happy with being number two in your heart and mind.

You were a little more oblivious to the feelings of the two boys than the others around you. You thought that they were just being kind to you for being a new member. Mikey had Mitsuya work all night on your uniform without reprieve. Draken made sure you were properly fed and had a safe place to sleep. They each began to do little things either to get you to notice them or simply to win your affection.

They were both quiet about their affections, not ones to be overtly showy when it came to romance. In fact, when Chifuyu told them to just ask you out and see who you chose, it was as if the thought had never occurred to them. You had become used to Draken asking you about your day and Mikey probing to make sure no one was giving you a hard time or bothering you. It was nice to feel wanted and cared for by others, especially the leaders of the gang you were in. Tokyo Manji definitely wasn’t like other gangs in the city.

But, things were starting to become tense. Draken and Mikey were arguing more and more, clearly no longer seeing eye-to-eye. Takemichi had tried to talk them through it and get them to makeup but it didn’t seem to be working any more than Chifuyu’s advice. It would seem like the gang was split 50-50, half for Mikey and half for Draken.

That’s when a festival came to town and both Draken and Mikey wound up the courage to ask to take you on the same night. Unsure of what to do, you said yes to both of them. That night when they arrived at the meeting spot you agreed to, they were surprised to find the other there.

“What is this? I thought it was going to be just us.” Draken said, obviously a little dejected at having his rival show up.

Mikey was quiet though he was clearly not happy. “Y/N….” he muttered, “Did you really say yes to both of us?”

“Yes,” You replied with a shy smile. “I thought it would be more fun with the three of us.”

“Is that what you want?” Draken asked, straightening up as he thought about it. He and Mikey had shared a lot over the past few years, how hard could it be to share you too?

You nodded and took both of their hands, “there’s enough of me to go around, don’t you think?”

Mikey and Draken exchanged looks before nodding. While they were still a little upset at having to share, it didn’t seem like a totally bad idea. After all, the three of you were together all the time anyway. This way no one would be left out.

Throughout the date, the two boys won you prizes from games and bought you any food that you wanted. They seemed happier than they had been in weeks since they were no longer at odds with one another, even though they still became a bit competitive with who would pay for what. That night they both got a goodbye kiss and that was enough for them to realize that this was, in fact, possible.

Eventually, the three of you settled into life as a throuple and while there was still some occasional bickering, things always seemed to work themselves out in the end.

Requests are currently open! I may be a little slow getting to them though as I am a serial procrastinator :')

#draken x reader #mikey x reader #draken x y/n #mikey x y/n #manjiro x reader #manjiro x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo manji gang #tokyo rev imagine #ken ryuuguji x reader #gn reader #tokyo rev headcanons #draken headcanons #manjiro headcanons #sano manjiro x reader #tokyo rev requests #tr requests

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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More undateables with a demigod hades mc???

By request, have yourself a part two!!

Demigod MC Series: Hades Pt. 2 (Un)Dateables Edition!

I will ask that y’all please don't ask for continuations of other gods unless I say it’s okay to do again. This series already fills my inbox something fierce and this is a one-off that I allowed for during the request window. If I have to make ideas for new gods while continuing a bunch of old MCs, it'll burn me out fast...

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2

Diavolo

Oh, he has no problem at all hosting a child of the Underworld, hell he even throws them a welcome banquet when he finds out! Hades is a dear friend - and practically a parental figure to him growing up - so he's more than happy to take in one of his children for a year.

Diavolo is actually one of the few people that the MC can talk to about their home with any kind of fondness. Usually when they bring up things like the comforting wailing of the River Coctyus, the brothers will give them weird looks... but Diavolo knows where they're coming from!

He spent numerous summers in the Underworld growing up doing things like pestering Charon on the River Styx or playing games with Cerberus (the other one) in the Asphodel Meadows... His beach house is actually modeled after his childhood summer home in the Isles of Paradise! Really, it can be a lovely place if the gloom doesn't bother you!

So in the spirit of his fond memories, Diavolo really tried to make their time in the Devildom a fun one!... in his maybe trying a little too hard way…

Poor MC found themselves offered pretty much everything under the moon… Tickets or exclusive passes to different cultural events/festivals, invitations to gala events, and tours of nearly every inch of Hell by the Prince himself - it was… it was a lot for the poor introverted thing…

It didn’t help that Diavolo would have a hard time gauging if they were having any fun due to their naturally melancholic nature, which only pushed him to try harder… He means well, he does. He’s just not the most in touch with what would make an anti-social doom child happy...

It took Barbatos and Lucifer stepping in for the mortal to actually start getting some much needed space and that improved their experience significantly. Sometimes less is more, Dia… Less is more. But they appreciate his efforts anyway.

Barbatos

Also has a pretty amicable relationship with the Ruler of the Underworld, though his is much more professional compared to Diavolo’s. He actually has a good deal of appreciation for the man for taking good care of the Prince during his visits, so he sees this as an opportunity to return the favor.

Like Diavolo, he’s rather focused on making sure the MC is having a good stay in the Devildom, but he’s much more subtle about it. He’ll come by the House often to check up on them and make sure everything is to their liking...

Even the brothers notice that he treats them like anothering visiting Lord/Lady in that way, which he would argue they very much are and should be respected as one. It’s the least the Devildom can offer their father at this point.

His visits may also be an excuse for keeping an eye on the brothers to make sure they don’t do anything to inconvenience their “young guest…” To be honest, the entire House is a little paranoid about that… Nobody wants to know the punishment for hurting MC if Barbs is the one dishing it out...

Apart from watching out for them, Barbatos tries to encourage the MC to accept the Young Lord’s gifts (while also actively advising Diavolo to go easier on them at the same time). It would be so disheartening to him if his Prince feels like he hasn’t offered them the best experience that he could… He’s sure they understand.

Any time that he invites the MC to tea, they usually end up talking about their father in some way. Barbs knows a surprising amount about the god… He’s been around about as long as Chronos - preceding the birth of Aether and Chaos themselves - so he has some stories to tell.

The MC did once ask him why he doesn’t just run everything if he’s really been around for so long... his answer was: “Kings and their kingdoms will rise and fall… Worlds upon worlds are born, then cease to be. But time is what brings about all changes… So, I think I’m perfectly content with the power I possess. Wouldn’t you be?”

Annnd they never asked Barbs another question like that again… and people think death is scary…

Simeon

He was honestly a little worried for their new companion for quite a while… It’s not like there’s never any sadness in the Celestial Realm or anything, but they seem to have something else entirely…

He’s heard stories about the Underworld. He’s never been himself, that’s usually a job for the Seraphim due to the… dreary nature of the place - but he’s heard it would make the Devildom look downright festive…

If he were being honest, he had half expected the MC to be obsessed with skeletons, ghosts, and other elements of darkness but that wasn’t the case. They certainly knew a lot about those things, but they appeared to have a healthy interest in the afterlife in general, so they asked him a lot of questions about the Celestial Realm, angels, and how the souls of the blessed are treated up there… It was surprising to say the least.

Of course he did the same and, frankly, Simeon found it incredibly wasteful that so many Greek followers find themselves just wasting away in a field of nothing for so long… but that’s neither here nor there.

He was also surprised by how gentle of an influence the MC ended up being on Luke as well. He had always suspected that the little angel just needed a bridge between him and Devildom to start finding appreciation for it, and the MC fit that bill perfectly - nothing he was used to, but still approachable enough to make everything less frightening. He thanks them a great deal for that… but...

It’s just that… Well they’re just so… depressing sometimes…! He doesn’t want to blame them because it hardly seems like their fault! They’re a very kind person, it’s just an atmosphere around them… It brings him to tears if he isn’t careful…

He’s invited the MC to Purgatory Hall on multiple occasions to chat and try to make them smile… When they do, the gloom is dispelled - even just a little - and they’re a truly beautiful creature regardless. It’s just so unfortunate that their life brings so much sadness...

Even so, he actually likes the MC enough to consider basing a character on them if he ever wrote another book. Something about a gloomy but sweet protagonist at home in a world of darkness sounds appealing… doesn’t it?

Luke

He didn’t know how to feel about the MC when they met. At first, he actually thought they were just as unhappy as he was to be there due to how depressed they looked but when they told him that wasn't true, he was really confused...

The Devildom is a dark, brutish, and dangerous place. Why would anyone feel at home down here??

But… well… He would spend time with them at RAD between breaks (partially to help scare off their many, many demonic suitors) and it might be weird to say, but they really made the Devildom look beautiful… literally.

The world just looks better when they’re around! It’s really hard to describe because it’s not something you notice much until they leave, but when the MC is around everything looks more vibrant and inviting! The grass gets greener, flowers grow bigger, and butterflies/birds hover around wherever they are like they have their own gravity - the realm loves them!

It started getting hard for Luke to hang onto his disdain for the place when they made it look so appealing… And then they started talking to him about the Underworld and the creatures they’d befriended there… creatures a lot worse than any demons he’d seen there...

Like. If the MC can be good friends with a bunch of rude walking corpses, then he could probably make friends with a demon right? There’s nice ones… kind of…

Beel. He can make friends with Beel.

Like Simeon, he does feel bad that they seem so sad all the time… but unlike the older angel, he’s a bit more understanding that this is just how they are and enjoys his time with them regardless. (It helps a lot that just being around this little bean of a boy can lift their spirits anyway).

And you know what’s even better for him? When Lord Diavolo gives the MC tickets to things that they don’t want to go to, sometimes they’ll invite him along or give them to him instead!

He’s gone to the Devil’s Coast with MC and Simeon sooo many times by now and he loves it!! Maybe the Devildom isn’t so bad after all, I mean, it can be a lot of fun when you go to the right places, anyway.

Solomon

Oh, he finds them both deeply fascinating and utterly terrifying - so just his sort of test sub-er, person!

He kids (somewhat), Solomon isn’t that dumb/lacking in self-preservation instinct. Experimenting on a child of death in a land of the dead (even if it’s not their “home turf”) would be asking for trouble. They’d have more than enough ammunition to fight him off and if their father found out? Immortality wouldn’t even begin to save him...

That being said, questions aren’t necessarily experiments… and oh boy, does he have a lot of them.

If the MC isn’t being pestered by Diavolo or the brothers, then they’re probably having to put up with Solomon nipping at their heels trying to get them to use their powers or answer all sorts of “innocent” scientific questions…

“MC, reanimation of Greek dead requires a blood offering, correct? Do you have to sacrifice animals for that process or do you allow them to feast on your own?”

“MC, when you’re controlling a skeleton do you move the body as a whole or do you have to animate each individual bone due to their lack of ligaments?”

“Think fast!! Oh look, you just caught the skull of my good friend, Richard! Could you bring him back from that, or should I fetch the rest of him?” 🙂

They put up with it because, believe it or not, he’s not nearly the weirdest person they’ve ever met (a lot of crazy people drift in and out of the land of the dead…) and well… they’re a pretty lonely person too so it’s not like they have a lot of standards when it comes to friendships anyway.

But the second they breathe a word of this to Barbs or Diavolo, this boy is on his way to a royal restraining order… Where does he even get those skulls…?

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me undateables #obey me datables #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me demigods #obey me requests

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pequenaotaku · 2 years ago

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Summer Event 2022

Okay, I finally found the time to do this!

All in all, I really enjoyed the event. The costumes were definitely the strong point this time around. They are all fabulous, and it goes without saying that the wigs are too. In particular, I love the costume of the bench, it's completely a carnival costume from the samba school parades here in Brazil.

I also need to mention that I enjoyed the sandcastle competition. But honestly, with them being the focus of the event, I think I would prefer there were individual images of the LI's with Candy building one, and when you take all 5 images, you get an extra one (in this case, the group image), just like they did at Summer Event 2020. I'm still not sure if I'm going to edit it or not, anyway...

(As always, sorry for any spelling mistakes. English is not my first language and I end up relying on Google Translate.)

Margot's hand I found in this VK group.

In this event Cecillie and Castiel decided to go to Praia do Farol, as it would be quieter because the surf competition was taking place at Praia da Baleia. With no stifling crowds or Crowstorm fans around them, they took the day to relax on the sand. They walked, drank refreshments and watched some people playing beach volleyball, they even bet each on a team and cheered as if it were a real competition. Castiel won the bet.

When sunset was near, Cecillie was enjoying the last rays of the sun to tan while reading a good book and feeling the sea breeze, and Castiel was sitting on a lounge chair next to her playing music on his guitar.

In parallel, Margot convinced Lysander to go visit his brother this time, as they couldn't attend last year's festival because of a group of students who were at the farm. But when they arrived at the beach house, they discovered that the surf competition would take place elsewhere and that they would never arrive on time (as in the canonical event, they thought it would be at Praia do Farol because it usually happened there). It was a little frustrating, but they ended up putting it aside because of Thia's innocent animation, she was always happy to see her uncles.

Everyone ended up having a fun family day. Among all the activities they did in the morning, the boat trip to the natural pools, the ball game at sea and the shell hunt were the ones that stood out the most. In the afternoon, while the adults rested under the umbrella, whether talking, drinking or just sunbathing, the child was still full of energy and trying to make sand sculptures. The idea of a sandcastle competition ended up coming up and everyone dedicated themselves to it until the end of the day, it was agreed that Thia would be the judge. Margot was the winner and, as a prize, she received the most beautiful and different shell the little girl found, the kind that say you can hear the sea if you put it close to your ear. At first, she was very jealous and said that the shell was just hers, but she thought it was fair to put it as a prize as it seemed so special to her.

Before heading home, they decided to take a last walk across the sand, and in that they ended up meeting up with Cecillie and Castiel. When the stars began to appear in the sky, everyone gathered at the beach rest area and had an impromptu lual just as an excuse to make small talk. Thia ended up sleeping early on her mother's lap, but the adults stayed up late singing some songs and enjoying the good company.

#amour sucre #amor doce #my candy love #corazon de melón #my oc #mcl edit #mcl lysander #mcl castiel #margot leblanc #cecillie le bousier #mcl event #mcl summer event 2022 #mcl summer event

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lottiethroughthelookingglass · 4 years ago

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15x20 Coda

Can’t believe it’s the year of our Lord 2020 and I’m writing Supernatural fix it fics at 3am.... This truly is the bad place. Anyway here’s what happened immediately after the credits rolled on whatever that was...

“Sam and Dean stood, arms around each other looking out towards the vista. Heaven. Their heaven. United again, after everythi-“

“-Is he for real?”

“That’s what was saved on my computer. Supernatural – Final Draft.”

“This is bullshit.”

Becky shrugged, taking her laptop back from Sam as his face twitched uncomfortably.

“Who did I even marry? Like, it wasn’t even Eileen?”

“I don’t know man but you named your kid after me. I’m holding you to that one.”

“I don’t even want kids. Our lives are crazy. Why would I do that to a kid?”

“Well I’m just glad Chuck didn’t get to go ahead with that one.” Becky said, sitting back down with her laptop, “I mean all of his drafts were honestly terrible but that one… I mean it didn’t even make sense considering your character arcs. Dean literally died like he thought he would at the beginning of the series and Sam, grows old with a random woman and doesn’t do anything with his life and not even mentioning Cas even though he was right there in heaven-“

Becky looked up to find Sam and Dean staring at her.

“I’m sorry, not that you guys are just characters or anything. But just, when I came back and I found that I was really worried you’d actually died in barn because you fell on a nail.”

“Yeah well I will be avoiding all barns from now on.”

Thunk. The three of them looked up to where Cas had knocked over a Funko Pop Sam.

“Sorry,” Cas readjusted Funko Sam so he could go back to back to fighting Funko Crowley.

There was an awkward moment of silence as the group processed the revelation of Chuck’s ending. Becky sipped her tea as Cas sat back down next to Dean. Dean looked over to him, their eyes met briefly and they shared a small smile.

“Did I never even ask about Cas?” Sam shook his head breaking the silence. “Like, you come back from fighting Billie and say he’s dead and I just… never question it?”

“Well, none of you seemed very upset about my death in that story.” He turned back to Dean, “You were far more concerned with the pie and the dog.”

“To be fair that was probably the only thing that felt right there – pie is more important.”

Cas rolled his eyes and picked up another biscuit from the tray Becky had brought them. Ever since becoming human again he’d picked up a real sweet tooth. Dean was silently waiting for when Sam would start having a go at him too about healthy diets.

Like hell I’m going because of a rusty nail in a barn, Dean thought, I’m getting killed by a heart attack and Cas’s gonna die of diabetes. Sammy’ll still get to outlive us both though.

“It’d be nice to think Jack is doing that with heaven though.” Sam said, “You know, rebuilding things, making it actually good.”

“I guess we’ll have to see when we get there. Which will not be soon, we fought for a bit of peace and I’m intending to actually enjoy mine.”

“We can just ask him next time he’s home.” Cas added.

Dean shook his head stifling a laugh with his hand, “Can you imagine if we’d made him God I mean- He’s three for crying out loud. He made me buy him a Marvellous Marvin the Talking Teddy three months ago.”

“You bought him that?”

“Wait so Jack didn’t become God?”

“God no, no he’s not God.” Dean plucked the biscuit Cas had just picked up out of his hand and started to eat it, “I mean he is up in heaven, but he’s just helping Michael get things running again with all the angels back from the Empty.”

“I’m confused, so you didn’t kill Chuck?”

“Noash fukind matr-“

“Chuck’s gone, but he’s not dead.” Sam interrupted the garbled explanation Dean was trying to make through a mouthful of cookie. “We found a way to umm- bind him I guess? In his own mind so he didn’t even know it was happening. Rowena and I did the spell and Dean set the trap.”

“I was still as useless as in Chuck’s version.” Cas clarified taking another biscuit to make up for his stolen one.

“Hey, if you hadn’t saved me from Billie we’d all have been toast. You were key.”

“Wait so Chuck’s not human and he’s not dead?”

“No- God I can’t believe he made himself human. I can’t believe we made him human and then said that was a punishment – sorry, no he’s kind of in a uhhh…”

“Alternate universe.” Sam added, “but one just for him. It’s more like an alternative plane of reality inside his own mind where he can write whatever stories he wants and think they’re real but they’re not. They can’t hurt anyone.”

“But he’s God so…. They might be real? He could be making them real.”

Sam twisted his mouth thinking, it was something he’d considered but didn’t want to dwell on.

“Well it’s not us.” Dean declared, “And honestly, if he makes another world with other Sams and Deans and Cas’s and Jacks then they’ll defeat him some other way. Like Inception, but with God!” He grinned at his reference even as the rest of the room ignored him.

Becky leant back in her armchair letting out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you guys are ok. You too Cas, he was really adamant about killing you off.”

“Dean was very adamant about bringing me back.” Cas looked over to Dean, a soft smile and look of adoration of his face.

Dean blushed, trying to cover it up with a cough. “Yeah well, I had some stuff to say.”

Becky grinned, taking a sip of her tea as Sam suddenly started to find the wallpaper very interesting.

“So, what are you guys going to do know?” Becky asked after the moment had become sufficiently awkward. “I mean no Chuck, no apocalypse, no world to save. Are you going to keep hunting, or…?”

Sam, Dean and Cas looked at each other.

“I don’t know,” Sam said.

“Honestly, I’m thinking Chuck had it right with the pie festival.”

Becky and Sam laughed at that.

Cas took another biscuit

***

Dean closed the boot of the Impala with a soft thud. Becky had given each of them one of her dioramas she sold on Etsy. It was always a bit weird being reminded that their life was a story that some people liked to collect stuff from for fun but he had to admit the miniature scale replica of Baby she’d given him was awesome.

Sam stood at the door giving Becky a hug and thanking her for the lunch. She hadn’t quite explained to the rest of the family who these three strange large men were that were randomly joining them for lunch beyond “They’re just some Supernatural fans I know from the internet.” Her husband had spent the entire time struggling to believe that lie even moreso after Cas had slightly traumatised one of the kids with an in-depth description of the dangers of invasive wasps to honey bee colonies.

Dean wandered over to where Cas stood beside Sam and Becky.

“Thanks again for checking on us Becky.” Dean said, accepting the hug she gave him.

“Of course, I always knew you’d beat him but it’s good to know for sure.”

“Sure is.” Dean took a step back, “Well I guess we’ll be seeing you?”

“Next Supernatural convention?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Even if there’s a ghost?”

“You do know we’re not the only hunters in America.”

Becky bit her lip.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she paused, “it’s just, this is exactly how I would have written it.”

Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise, Dean brows knitted as Cas tilted his head.

“I don’t- not that you had to go through all that. Just that now you can actually take a break. Be normal, do your laundry-“

“-Sam and Dean have always done their laundry. That’s how they clean their clothes.” Cas piped up in confusion.

“-Be happy. Get to actually enjoy living in the world you saved. Have free will and be at peace.”

Dean chuckled, “I mean I’m personally good with never doing my laundry. But you’re right, it’s weird but good.”

“We’ll stay in touch Becky.” Sam said.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

They waved their goodbyes and walked back over to the Impala. Dean got in behind the wheel, Sam in shotgun and Cas in the back.

Turning the key the Impala revved to life. The radio began to sing, the opening chords to Kansas’s Carry on Wayward Song filling the car.

Dean slammed the radio off.

“God, I think Chuck has forever ruined that song for me.”

Sam laughed, in the back Cas even let out a chuckle as he leant his head against the window ready for the long drive home.

It wasn’t their heaven. Not yet anyway. And that made it so much more.

#spn fic #spn spoilers #supernatural coda #destiel #destiel fic #deancas #spn #supernatural #spn 15x20 #as you can see i'm not impressed #also becky's gonna be real mad when she gets back from being thanos snapped and runs into sam ten years later at the mall #only to find out that dean died ages ago from a rusty barn nail #that will be her villain origin story #my fic

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Cirque du Soleil: O and KÀ viewing notes, post-pan edition!

First trip to Las Vegas since the pandemic and holy shit!! Was it a TIME. The When We Were Young festival was my excuse to be there, but I can’t set foot in that town without fitting in at least one Cirque show. I managed O and Ka and a last-second Atomic Saloon decision and oh my god did I have the visit of a lifetime. I’ll keep this post strictly to the circus shows, but like. Truly it was nuts.

Anyway! O! I cannot overstate how happy I was to see this show again. This turned out to be my 50th ever Cirque performance and I couldn’t have asked for more. The detail most worth reporting is that according to a friend in the box office, whispers say the show is due for a refresh in January! It's been 24 years and O has never had a facelift! This is so so exciting! There's so much new technology they can integrate into the show, potentially new acts (though I can't imagine O without any one of its current acts), maybe even new music...I can't wait.

Richard MacDonald refreshed the sculpture gallery the very day I arrived in town and of course they're all incredible. He was there and apparently I just missed him when I went to pick up our tickets - too bad, I wanted to say hi!

Our performance was flawless, as always. One flyer fell during bateau but every other detail in the show went beautifully. I had three contortionists, and for some reason I am cursed to only ever see solo swinging trapeze but whatever, it was amazing regardless. The singers were going fucking hard, especially on Tzelma, and their little dance during Simcha was worth the cost of admission alone. I just love seeing them have fun. Crowd was solid, probably 75% full, which for O is more than plenty. There were nothing but empty rows behind us so my friends and I moved back a little ways so we could chat. I've never gotten to talk through an entire performance and it was such a treat hearing my friends react, ask questions, and just engage with the show with so much enthusiasm.

Last thing for O is that the day of the show I received a kind of "keep the magic going" email from Cirque offering up to 50% off LOVE and Ka, which is insane! Like, an almost alarmingly steep discount! And of course everyone likes to say both those shows are on the eternal chopping block, so I was a little 👀 about it. Still, hot tip for all: if you're seeing multiple Cirque shows in LV, maybe take the gamble on seats and wait until the day of your first, get that email, then book the others. I wouldn't expect to see an offer for a discount on O or Mystere, but worth a shot!

That said if anyone would like this offer, lmk and I'll gladly forward you the email. It's good until 12/31 and I won't be back in time to take advantage of it!

Next up was Atomic Saloon and I'll just say that show is an absolute fucking blast and if you can go, do. Fernando Miro is living his best life times a thousand. There's a dog. There's some of the most convincing physical acting I've ever ever seen, and I won't go into more detail for the sake of preserving the surprise for you. See this show. The end. Period.

So now Ka! By this point in the trip I am utterly fucking tapped. We had seen and done so so much between the shows, the festival, the partying, everything. I had the wildest nights I've ever had in that city and by that point it was all really taking its toll. So my attitude going in was very "Ka, I love you, but Jesus fucking Christ." Until then I thought it was impossible to feel disappointed that I had Cirque tickets. But I achieved it. Like that's how rough it was lol

That feeling lifted like a fog the minute the music started. I was so exhausted and out of it that I got an almost totally fresh perspective on a show I've seen now six times: it was just happening before my eyes and I was along for the ride. The boat rowed in and I was immediately transported. I forgot how much I missed this show, and watching each character go by as the stage rotated honestly felt like seeing old friends after years apart. And in a way that's exactly what happened! Watching the Chief Archer's Daughter put on her makeup so slowly and gently, the Firefly Boy sprinkling a handful of petals, the Jester eating his grapes, all of it felt as warm and welcoming as a long delayed embrace.

I'll be quick about acts for the most part: Pageant has some updated choreography that was very fun, Icarian games killed it, Storm isn't quite as fun to watch up close as it is from further back, the turtle scene was shorter and tighter (YAAAY), Pursuit was exact as tense and exciting as you could dream, batons remains perfect, idk why I can't care about that wheel of death act but I can't, and Battle was fine.

But listen!!! Kerren McKeeman as the Twin Sister is! A! Revelation! She's a phenomenal performer and utterly shines in the role. The straps act has some updates to highlight her strengths, and at one point she based the Firefly Boy in a lift and I lost my goddamn mind. Their chemistry together is unmatched, probably the best I've seen for this act. At the end she kisses him fully on the lips. Girl just goes for it. I wanted to cheer. I'll reiterate that I wanted to cheer, I who has spent thousands and thousands of words writing out the Firefly Boy entirely to make room for an impossible romance in goddamn clown fanfiction. Amazing act by amazing performers.

Other details of note: Forest has new bugs! The potato bug is BACK and badder than ever. Firefly Boy pets it like it's the family dog or something. Adorable. The snake was out tonight for some reasons, but there was a giant dragonfly-like one instead that I'd never seen before. There was also a green scorpion-ish thing that I don't think is new new but I don't recall from other viewings. The Counselor had new eyebrows - thicker and more sculpted. Both Firefly Boy and CAD had new, more extravagant costumes for the curtain call. Love Dance and Firefly Both have updated arrangements that I'm not sure I like yet: both give a more theatrical, sparkling impression but might not fit as well with the rest of the show's style. Def didn't hate either one. And did they turn up the volume on the seat speakers? Because holy shit were we rocking. The band killed it all night. The power of this show’s music cannot be overstated.

Okay, character details! Ie the most interesting part to me by a mile:

We had Tricia Woo as the Twin Sister and I completely adored her. She was so energetic and expressive and her chemistry with Peng was adorable. Specific shout out to her raw emotion as the ship sinks. She calls out the nanny's name over and over in this desperate scream, and never has that act had the impact on me that it did tonight. It made The Deep so much more powerful.

TS is visibly afraid of the Counselor's Son when he and his pops crash the function. In fact most everyone was, which was new and interesting to me. CAD isn't just perplexed by his pursuit of her, she's actively nervous of it and him. She turns from him in the Den, she startles when he touches her, and she cowers at his finale reappearance. It was a little chilling - you can’t help but wonder what he has done to get such a reputation.

Jason Biltz delivered yet another excellent turn as CS but it lacked the clarity I've seen in other performances. Tonight the character seemed to favor the path of least resistance and and tbh comes across as a master gaslighter: on multiple occasions he puts his hands up defensively as if asking "why are you so upset?" when he has clearly done something out of line, and he hunches his shoulders as though trying to appear smaller. He does appear to court CAD for 90% political reasons, but come Love Dance he looks truly heartbroken. And then later he doesn’t seem to give a remote shit that she just watched her father die right before her eyes, nor is he at all bothered by the way she's held with a literal knife to her throat. And if he’s always looking for an easy way out, why does he still protest the attack on the Imperialists at the beginning? What's the truth, Rensai, you goddamn snake??

Despite somewhat hazy motivations, Jason plays this bastard as ruthlessly, brutally passionate. It's honestly remarkable. His pride at his every entrance, the deliberate dramatics of his firepowder presentation, his restless and energetic pacing during the wheel of death’s construction, all of it makes him look like the real powder keg about to explode. And when that's exactly what happens, you can't help but feel like you should have seen it coming. I stand by my claim that almost every other singular character in this show could be written out except him: he is essential to the narrative and theme.

The first archer to try to present CAD with a gift was a WOMAN. It was something new, some weapon or something I don't know the name of. Kind of a weighted chain that she whipped around like water meteors. Regardless: BI CAD???? I lost it.

If anyone ever asks you to describe non-sexual human intimacy, show them Shadowplay. It is just desperately tender. The Court Jester tends to the Twin Brother's hand with such delicacy - he removes the bandage, of course, but then has TB hold his palms up so the jester can smooth them with his own. He passes the bandage gently over them, and the gesture is miniscule but it feels like something out of a broader practice. A way to prep TB for the shadow puppets to come while also guiding him away from the tragedy of what they just escaped and into this deliberate moment of peace and rest.

My hasty post-show notes say "TS and FB FUCK but TB and CAD are taking it slow :)" and I'm still kind of laughing about it. There's a distinct difference in the way the twins approach each of their new relationships. TS and Firefly Boy are magnetic and give the immediate impression that they can't keep their hands off each other. Meanwhile TB and CAD are very reserved - more whispers in ears, blushes, and hesitation to hold hands. It's an adorable contrast.

Noriko continues to reign supreme. She gave the most adorable, startled little sound when TB kissed her.

Peng for president. He’s the best. He’s the best. He.

And to cap it all off, I swear that theater was 80-90% full. Better than I’ve ever ever seen it. I was thrilled for the artists to get the recognition they deserve in a space so massive. I hope they felt the energy because what they gave to us that night was utterly electric.

All in all a wholly epic weekend. And O got to be my 50th! See ya at 100, CdS. Feeling very lucky, grateful, and verrrry tired. Back in LV in January for Mystere and hopefully LOVE. 💛💚

#cirque du soleil #o #ka #atomic saloon #reviews #las vegas #circus

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havin-fun-imagining-twd · 3 years ago

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...but 'dirtbag car’ if the kids are listening

Happy Chinese New Year/Spring Festival!

When - right after douche car. You have to get washed up, after all. Anyways, we’re still in the couple of weeks in between the CDC and the Greene’s Farm. Masterlist here if you would like to dive into more of the series.

Relationships - it’s always you and the gang! This time, it’s the ladies’ addition because it’s y’all’s turn for a wash. Carol and you discuss the mangy hick some and how he’s not so bad and is growing as a person, but otherwise we close to passing a modified Bechdel test.

Perspective - 2nd person

Genre - cheerful enough, and includes a brief dive into the all-important name debate regarding cra(y)(w)/(dads)(fish) (or mudbugs). Someone use the FOIL method on that and see what it turns into XD

TWs - exposition and a lack of Daryl until the ending lol. Nah, but for real: some references to violence and a picture that is gory (Carol discussing bashing her deceased husband’s skull in, as seen in season 1), some casually used crude language, and light reference to Andrea’s suicidal ideation and Jacqui and Dr. Jenner’s suicide.

Pronouns - since it’s attached to the previous story, she/her is implied

Word count - 3,000

Stories referenced - “Deserved” Pts 1-2, Hell of a day, The Chicken Swim, Quarter!, and douche car.

Before we begin, here’s a pic for reference of a what a crawdad/crawfish/crayfish/mudbug/whatever-you-wanna-call-’em looks like. The following two photos are of what their mounds (nests) can look like.

Once your feet are in the water, you don’t feel half so angry at the world. Once you sit yourself down and lean backward to get fully soaked, you feel cleansed.

Until Sophia softly teases “Careful about letting the crawfish bite your toes.”

Quickly drawing your feet in and sitting up, you scrunch your face at her. “I’ll have to talk to Dale about callin’ you troublemaker instead of me.”

“She’s right though, Y/N,” Lori sing-songs. “Mudbugs will bite if frightened.”

At which point you let out an unintentional squeak and scurry up onto a rock. The juxtaposition of you getting up close and with walkers just a half-hour ago and the fact that you’re now afraid of a little creek shrimp nibbling or clawing at you is ridiculous, you know.

That’s what the kids wanted to show you and Glenn, by the way. They’d fished supper!

“Hey Y/N, Glenn! Look what we found!” they’d happily shouted, their hair soaking wet as they stampeded over armed with two sand pails.

When they reached you, you peeked into the bucket and saw a whole bunch of little pinchers and beady eyes.

As the others walked over to take a look, it quickly blossomed into a brief yet animated discussion of whether or not it’s crayfish (Dale and Glenn), crawfish (Sophia, Carol, T-Dog, Rick, and Carl), crawdads (Shane and Daryl), or mudbugs (Andrea and Lori). “Appalachian langoustine,” “redneck lobster, ” and “creek shrimp” were also thrown out there for fun. You are conscientious objector and use the three main words at your leisure.

“What’s langoustine?” the kids asked.

Dale explained “A type of prawn, uh, something in between a shrimp and a lobster.”

And once that was over, your brother enlisted T-Dog to join him and Daryl for the sweep, while Glenn, Rick, and Carl headed into the RV for safekeeping to play a game while they waited. Dale would stand guard on top of the RV.

Sophia was going to join them, but changed her mind and decided to spend time with the rest of the ladies while it was their turn to bathe. (“Please mind Andrea when it’s her turn to stand guard. Make sure she takes the axe; I don’t think it’s best that she handle firearms right now,” Dale stressed to you.)

You and Andrea were up first to wash, so Lori and Carol were keeping watch, and then you’d switch. Sophia said she’d poke around for more crawdads – or rather, crawfish.

And despite her little tease she just made about you and dark water, she’s a sweetheart. But not so sweet that you decide against splashing her just now…

…Or that this doesn’t devolve into a splash war!

“Sophia baby, keep your squealing down. And Y/N,” Carol now looks at you with a playful grin. “That’s enough, troublemaker.”

Okay, you earned the nickname that time. The splashing water sure felt nice, though. You don’t even mind that you’re wearing a sports bra and shorts to bathe.

By the time you need to wade further out to wash below-the-belt, Andrea seems to notice your wariness about heading to the deeper area.

“So you really are frightened by water?” Andrea asks.

“Dark water. Or very deep water. But I still love to swim, so I just swim in terror,” you joke. “Can’t stop imaginin’ my toes getting munched on by something…toothy before gettin’ dragged under is all…”

“I’ve told her: try water shoes,” Lori comments to Carol.

“No way, Lori,” you interrupt. “No more fodder for Shane calling me weirdo.”

But when Andrea starts to chuckle to herself, you forget everything else that’s going on.

She’d hasn’t been talking much since her sister was killed. And then, after she’d wanted to commit suic…um, to do what Jacqui and the doctor did, she’d seemed removed. But now listen to her! This is great!

Eyes closed as she gently smiles, Andrea shares with you that “Amy was laughing so hard as she told me about that ‘chicken swim’ in the RV that night, I swear it must’ve been shaking.”

You’ve got a smile now, too. “It was quite the adventure.”

“Seeing her laugh that much felt so good.”

“Seeing you smile again feels good!”

“So does finally scrubbing off the sweat. If only I had a loofah and a razor,” Andrea dryly mentions. Lori, Carol, and you each make a wistful sigh/groan at the mention of a razor. “So. Dale filled me in that you and Glenn were throwing rocks at a car while chanting ‘fu–” She pauses and makes a quick glance at Sophia, then tries to reword ‘fuck the CDC’ politely. “‘We hate the CDC’?”

“…Sort of.” Oh Moses, it does sound so childish when she says it out loud. “N-not chanting, per se. But um…I dunno. Dale referred to the douche car as our scapegoat. Guess that is what we made it.”

“The ‘douche car.’” she repeats, brows high in question. Lori and Carol also turn their heads to listen. This isn’t that intriguing, is it?

“Douche car, like for ‘douchebag…’” Okay, yes, that’s also childish. Maybe that’s why Dale thinks of you and Glenn as kids.

“Never liked that term much. An insult for a man that comes from something purely feminine. But then I considered that douching is bad for women’s health, so maybe that’s part of the insult,” she discusses with you. There’s the Andrea you’ve come to know.

“Hearing you sound like yourself again feels good, too,” you tell her. Never let it be said that she doesn’t know how to speak her mind. “The funky part is, it was actually a girl’s car.”

“Really? That would explain the pink accents by the headlights,” she says. Almost sounding impressed, she adds “How’s that for turning stereotypes on their heads?”

“Either way, sure felt good to punt rocks at it.”

Andrea now shrugs. “Maybe I’ll try it out. Carol, Lori, want in on throwing rocks at the douche car? Get all your frustration out?”

But before anyone can say anything further, Sophia asks “What’s a douche car?” Oops.

“A type of car that people associate with unsafe drivers,” you quickly tell her, trying to stay casual and keep your flip-flops on your feet as you trudge out of the creek to grab your towel.

“What’s the ‘doosh’ part mean? Like ‘doozy?’” Doozy? Kids are so cute.

Thankfully, Carol takes the reins and explains it plainly. “It’s short for ‘douchebag,’ baby, an impolite word.”

“Like the word ‘dirtbag,’ but a little different. More rude,” Lori assists.

Sophia seems content enough, she’s already back to crawdad hunting some yards off.

“Did it work?” Carol then asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Did it get all your frustration out?”

You consider for a moment…“To be honest, only a little. It was mainly after the rush from when all those walkers crashed the party that I calmed down, really.”

“Honey, what happened with walkers?” Lori’s eyes grow wide in alarm.

Were the others not told? “Andrea r-radioed Shane about it.”

“Is that why he bolted?” she whispers. “He said nothing, neither did Rick.”

“There were just a few of them, all dealt with by the time he ran over.”

“How few, honey?”

“Six.”

“Six?” She appears to have forgotten how to blink.

“But Dale, Glenn, and Daryl were there, too.”

Still alarmed, she nods. “Here, um, let me hold the towel up for you, Y/N.”

You endeavor to remain as modest as possible as you quickly switch out your sopping sports bra and shorts for dry, clean, full-length clothes. Thank God you’d known her since you were a kid.

Actually, you’d known her almost as long as Rick. Being Shane’s best friend since childhood, you’d known Rick just about always. But Lori became friends with your oldest sister in high school, which is how she and Rick met and started dating. Ha, you were so young, in fact, that you’d assumed she was a princess when you saw her in her prom dress.

“I…I haven’t put down any since the outbreaks first hit. Used a pistol,” Lori quietly states. That’s what you’d used in the beginning, too. The sound of gunfire was everywhere back in those early weeks.

“We used our knives this time to keep things quiet. Well, Glenn and I did.” Now all you have to do is go wash your feet and keep them clean and dry until you can shove them into your socks and boots. “Dale used the butt of his rifle, and Daryl had his crossbow.”

She’s shaking her head as she folds up your towel. “I can’t believe that all just happened while we were here by the water. You’re – you’re alright?”

“I guess. I felt giggly afterwards, of all things. It was strange.”

“What about your shoulder, did you hurt it further?”

“It smarts, but it ain’t gonna fall off.”

After tutting lightly, she whispers “I’m glad you’re in one piece.”

“Me, too,” you shrug, stepping into your boots and standing up. “Okay, I’m all clean and dry. Do my eyebrows look okay?”

“No bare patches,” she assures you.

“Cool. Which of y'all is next?” you call loud enough so Carol can hear.

“Lori, you go. Your hair is a smidge longer than mine.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t worry Carol, I’m finishing up,” Andrea murmurs as she pulls a sprig of pondweed from her hair.

You accept the rifle from Lori and join Carol in keeping watch. After a few minutes, she looks over at you and tilts her head. “Your jaw is looking much better.”

“Unfortunately,” you joke. “I won’t look half so tough after it’s all healed.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll find a way, troublemaker,” she teases, then quickly realizes that you still feel guilty about how you got it, and therefore self-conscious.

Ed had given you that after you’d attacked him. He’d hit Carol in front of you and you…you don’t know, you just couldn’t stop yourself. But you felt conflicted the second that you did because you know what a risk it could’ve been for her and Sophia.

Had your brother not stepped in after you, or if fate and a walker had not stepped in later that night, that is.

“I could spend a whole day,” she softly begins. “A whole day telling you how much it meant when you and your brother did what you did, and it still wouldn’t cover it. Even though Shane…” she trails off.

Shane went very hard. Would’ve killed Ed if he hadn’t stopped. Hell, he promised him he wouldn’t stop next time. You’re still trying to make yourself understand that that would’ve been the wrong thing, even if it felt right. Even though it seemed ‘deserved.’

Or would it have been justified, maybe? Fuck, you don’t know. Where’s Dale or T-Dog? They’d know.

“Shane also promised me that Ed would never lay a hand on me again.” She snorts. “It’s the first time I actually trusted a police officer and didn't feel belittled by one.”

“For all his faults, he’s got no time for men like that.”

“Y/N?”

“Yeah”

“I made a mess out of Ed’s face,” she whispers, and so very softly that you have to think about what she said for the words to connect.

“You didn’t see me do it, it was after you’d needed to lay down, but that morning after the attack –” Carol exhales and rubs a hand over her face. Then she covers her mouth as she looks down at the pickaxe she’s got for guard duty. “I took this, walked over to his dead body, and just…kept swinging at his head.”

Unsure if speaking was called for, you link one arm in hers and lean your head against her shoulder. No one had uttered a word about it to you. You’d gotten a migraine the morning after the attack and eventually had to excuse yourself to lay down. Horrible day.

“I keep wondering if it was wrong of me? Because it wasn’t just to keep him from turning, I kept going and going. Sophia didn’t see, but I…”

Still unsure of what to say (other than “Dale? Help!”) you stay quiet until she asks for your opinion. All you’ve got in your brain is that “C-context matters when we do both good and bad things. Whatever you did didn’t come from a place of cruelty I reckon, it came from somethin’ far different. Heck, you still prayed for his soul, I remember that.”

Quiet settles again until she makes another unhappy, pained laugh. “Kinda like my own douche car, I guess.” Then after a pause, she seems to laugh in earnest. "But ‘dirtbag car,’ if the kids are listening. Don’t want to lose all our pocket change now, do we?” she sniffs, wiping her eyes.

“‘Dirtbag car’ is better,” you agree, placing the rifle across your shoulders so you can rest your arms on it. “Though,” now you’re cracking up. “Daryl and I discovered that it’s technically a ‘dirtbaguette car.’”

Mercifully ignoring the dumb word, she instead tilts her head again. “You and Daryl seem to be getting friendly.”

“We are, I think. He’s not half as bad as his brother was.”

“I can’t talk, but that sets a very low bar even though it's just friendship,” she reminds you.

“Hey. You can and should talk, ma’am – and you’re right, that’s a very low bar.” So you jokingly rephrase your statement to “He ain’t…‘three quarters’ as bad as his brother was? As far as I can tell.”

Seeing her wry expression, you smile and shake your head, adding “Well, I guess my meanin’ is he has the gumption to apologize.”

“Does he?”

“Yeah. And he alters his behavior after it, too, or at least seems to try. Willingly pays quarters for bad words. Hey,” you nudge her. “Did Soph tell you how Luis accidentally kicked him in the crotch when he was helpin’ out with that self-defense lesson?”

“Yes.” Then she breaks into a giggle and hushes “That must’ve been satisfying to see.”

“Perhaps a mite,” you admit. “It’s good to see somebody tryin’ to be better, though. Very good.”

“Maybe he’s a good man, under all that anger,” she offers.

“I hope so. It’s just up to him if he’s gonna keep at it.”

She rubs your arm, still linked in hers, and turns to her daughter. Huh, what’s Sophia doing with Andrea? And Andrea is already dressed, when did that happen? “What are you girls up to?” Carol calls.

“Mom, we found more!”

“She stumbled across another mound, we’re just seeing what we can find in there.”

“Oh, more crawfish?” she asks.

“More crawdads?” you pretend to correct her.

“More mudbugs?” Lori finishes, satisfied to know that both she and Andrea liked to call them that. Must be a Delta thing, those two had family from around there.

Carol smiles. “Well done, baby.” Under her breath, she sighs that “Just got her cleaned up, too. Look at all that mud.”

“I think we got them all,” Sophia happily announces. She’s without a doubt more comfortable and loud around women than men.

“Alright, let me just rinse my arms off, Carol, then it’s your turn to get clean,” Andrea softly assures her.

“Yours again too, missy,” Carol directs at her daughter, complete with a wag of her finger. “Clean off that mud, please.”

Once clean(ish), Andrea accepts the pickaxe as she takes her spot near you for guard duty.

Carol and Lori chat quietly about something while they wash.

Sophia comes and gabs with you for a while about food (y’all are getting really hungry) and how much fun it would be to run around an empty shopping mall (and oh my gosh, how fun would that be?).

Then Shane radioes you that they were back from the sweep, all was clear, and to “Be careful. See you soon.”

But other than to admit that she (and Amy) had loved looking around Claire’s, Andrea remains mostly silent the whole time, nervously looking around for any walkers.

Once Lori and Carol are done and you’re all getting ready to head back, you catch her gaze. “Mood drop back down?” you murmur gently.

She doesn’t make a response of any significant kind.

So, you glance down at the pickaxe. “You thinkin’ what I’m thinking?”

“How heavy this thing is and how much more efficient a gun would be?”

You shake your head. “That the dirtbag car still has a side-view mirror what needs breaking. Hmm?”

“Ladies, ready to head back?” Lori calls.

Andrea nods to her. Then looks at you. “Just one side-view mirror?”

“Daryl kicked off the other.”

“How about the windshield?”

“Cracked a bit, but nothin’ major.”

“Good,” she states, then starts to walk back. “Have any Dolly on that music player of yours?”

“My favorite of hers is the 9-5 song.” Which you know by heart.

“Jolene is on there, right?”

Nope. That’s the one your oldest sister didn’t like. Shaking your head apologetically, you offer “But I do got that Carrie Underwood one?”

A glimmer of recognition (and is that mischief?) passes her face. “Before He Cheats?”

“Would be very appropriate, Andrea.” After all, it’s a song about vandalizing a douchebag’s (*ahem* dirtbag’s) car.

She slows. Weighs the pickaxe in her hands. “I’m gonna smash up the dirtbag car, Y/N.”

Whoa-ho, and there she goes. Her pace quickens, and once you’ve reached the little hill to get back to the road, she takes three wide steps and barrels over it. You’re just surprised she doesn’t hop over the guardrail like a track runner, too.

Then with a certain air of swagger in her steps, she stalks to the dirtbag car and unceremoniously swings and busts off the side-view mirror in one fell whack!

Then smashes the headlights. Then the windshield (oh Moses, it’s loud. Your bad!). But by then your brother and T-Dog have run over and are hissing at her to stop (Let’s be honest, it’s your brother doing the hissing. T-Dog barely raises his voice, the patient soul).

Andrea appears unruffled, and simply apologizes for the noise before T-Dog whispers something into her ear and they head to the RV, from which everybody in there is peeking out.

If only she didn’t look at you with a triumphantly lazy grin and say “That did make me feel a bit better. Thanks.”

Uh-oh…you feel yourself grow flushed as all eyes turn to you, so you attempt to look unfazed and nonchalant when you remind her “My music player’s in the front pocket of my backpack.” Nothing to see here…

Lori gives you a wink as she walks by and pats your arm, likewise Carol who to your delight makes a conspiratorial sort of look. As for Sophia, she takes your hand into hers, the sweet thing.

You hear Rick say from the RV door that “She knows, Shane. It’s not on her. Besides, and it ain’t a big deal.”

From behind you, you hear a snort and detect cigarette smoke *cough*. “You put her up to that?”

Turning around, you mutter “I might could have suggested that she might could feel a bit better if she got some frustration out.”

Another snort and another drag from his cigarette as Sophia gently tugs your hand. “Two might coulds in one sentence, Y/N?”

“Oh hush, Daryl, you and your belt full of squirrels.”

He squints at you. Is that smirk on his face? “Guess I now know why the old man calls you troublemaker.”

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"Dude" — Bakugou Katsuki x Reader.

Summary: Your former bully, Midori, has confessed her undying love for one of the most famous guys at U.A.; you're just venting gossiping about it with Mei, not knowing Bakugou Katsuki is right around the corner, listening;

Warnings: None. Well, Bakugou Katsuki having various anger induced strokes > the normal > no warnings; light crackfic? subtle ending;

Word count: 4.5k;

[ Part 2 ];

"She confessed to him." You grinned, throwing a bunch of fries into your mouth like the absolute animal you were.

Mei on the other hand continued her work on whatever in the world her new prototype, or "baby", was. Still, you had the honor of having half of her attention, which was a compliment to say at least.

She just smiled, shaking her head, leading you to continue, not knowing a blond was quite literally behind the corner, just outside the door leading to the support department, frown on his face.

"She came to class giggling like an idiot saying she's got a plan." You made a face into the distance, remembering your classmate's obnoxious squeal. "Ugh, she started telling the Divas how she's gonna have The Bakugou Katsuki in the bag." An ugly snort left your body, which earned an amused chuckle from Mei.

Both of you were pretty well known to be very good friends, and as much as you hated to admit it, you were both quite the social pariahs too. She was a little bit strange or weird, as some called her, but not for a single second she cared, which was the reason you admired the girl so much in the first place. Meanwhile you've taken the role of the bitch of the whole school by far. Sadly, you were placed in the same class as your archenemy, only increasing your chances of being called said endearing term.

Middle-school was a nightmare to say at least, getting bullied for your looks, the way you spoke or dressed, anything really as long as you were the one being mocked. And who was the one doing the bullying? Midori. Stunning, graceful, baby-faced Midori. Petite yet elegant, a devil in disguise. Whoever crossed her path suffered her malice unless she had something to gain from them.

And now, sweet Midori was in the U.A.'s General Studies, coinciding with you in the majority but not all classes. It had to do with the tragedy that your quirk was so rare that the principal Nezu had to adjust a new schedule just for you. Just kidding, it was amazing. The actual tragedy was seeing her face every day.

Back to your heartbreaking backstory and origin; time made you tough, comments made you build a wall so tall and thick nobody could crumble it. Backstab after backstab made you learn that not everyone has good intentions, but in your loneliness you found Hatsume Mei. So honest and dedicated, so raw and passionate. A good person. The type of person your parents promised you'd someway cross paths with and gain such a strong friendship that nothing could tear it apart.

Becoming friends with her was easy, kinda. It took snapping back at Midori when she started her normal bullying routine on Mei, which ignored it without a care. You stepped in and the rest is history. It did feel good though, calling her a pathetic bitch before turning to the stranger with a cool gadget in her hands to compliment it. And, since she's a sucker for her babies, you had to deal with an hour of sparkly eyes and monologues about her plans and prototypes.

Funny girl, Mei. You remember thinking but the following day you passed by her usual spot to fill your curiosity, asking if she did solve the problem she was complaining about.

"He was the one she was planning to ask out?" She screamed at you, head inside a giant metal gauntlet and the reason you two started talking about said man in particular. News were extra-fresh anyway.

"Oh, yeah!" You shook your head, ashamed to exist in the same general proximity as a person like your former bully. "He's gonna be so rich and famous!" A high pitched squeal left your mouth as you tried to copy her voice. "Poor fucking guy, if only he knew."

"But people know she's a bitch!" She screamed again, repairing or adjusting something with almost all of her body inside the gauntlet. A smile, genuine and soft this time, formed on your face. The pink-haired girl wasn't one to talk bad about others or even care, but it was clear she wasn't particularly fond with Midori either, although the conversation was more for you to vent rather than gossip. Sure it was.

"Like the people from the Hero Department even care about us, the commoners." With a roll of the eyes, you followed. "If he's smart, he'll run away. If he's an asshole, he could use her too."

"What do you mean?" Pink flocks of hair suddently submerged from the gadget, eyes curious zooming on you. That probably got more than 50% of her attention and it was a new personal goal while she was at the workshop.

With shrugged shoulders, your answer came nonchalant. "He could date her and dump her like she's nothing. Would serve her right for all the shit she's talking about him." But the only response you got was a short quizzical look, followed by your exagerated sigh. "She's talking shit about him constantly, but then says he's hot and that his personality doesn't matter anyway. Money, fame, looks. She has a whole fucking life-plan! Then calls him a rabid dog!"

"Woah—" that surprised her.

"Woah indeed! Insane. It's insane. I don't know the guy but no one deserves that shit." When you got no response, you continued your speech, munching in the food with passionate hunger, words coming out almost indistinguishable. "Doubt he'd play her though. He looks like a smart guy. I've seen the Sports Festival—" you picked up your burger, giving it heart eyes. "—and I've seen the news. He's probably a good guy too, the issue is people don't see that and... Well, I understand what's it to be judged... Not many have what it takes to be a real hero but he does. Hope he finds happiness in life." Much talk for someone that doesn't know shit about the guy in particular, but even so faint, your gut instinct was trained well enough to spot malice and he lacked that. "And a therapist." And there's the little shit in you that had to drop a cheeky comment.

Mei's gaze turned downwards and even if you could see her brain do mental gymnastics to solve whatever problem she had in front of her super-eyes, she also contemplated your words with great care.

"He comes here from time to time—" she grins, smacking the grenade looking gauntlet with her weird utensil. "I noticed you two are similar." Your face twisted, eyes wide towards the girl.

Similar how? He was loud, bold with a foul mouth, definitely needed a therapist for those unresolved anger issues... But he was also bright as in whenever he went, people looked in his direction, like he shined; obviously strong, also from what you've heard smart, popular, lucky to be surrounded by kind people. Example being that very nice pink girl that had a joyous conversation with you the very first day of school and, much to your surprise, continued greeting and having sweet small talks with you every single time you saw each other. Or the blond haired guy that showed off a little bit too much and made dumb flirty comments with no bad intentions, the same blond that waved at you with enthusiasm when you'd cross paths. There was the red-head, Kirishima, that was an absolute gentleman, opening doors for you even if you had two functioning hands and smiled so bright it made your corneas burn, or also the dark haired guy, Sero, that you've seen helping literally anyone in need around the school campus with an easy going attitude and gentle grins. Bakugou Katsuki was surrounded by good people, good heroes just as amazing as him and if they liked him, he must've definitely had some good in him, right? Another point appeared in your mental presentation about the brash hero in the making was that he was way too attractive but the wise burried deep inside of you made that particular point dissappear. No need to think about that. Overall you weren't even remotely similar. Not even close. Two completely different human beings from two completely different worlds that would never collide. With that being said, there was the small chance that Mei hinted for you to get a therapist too, who knows.

"How even—"

"I mean!" She screwed something in place. "I mean in your— determination?"

"I wouldn't know that." You muttered.

"He screams I'm gonna be the best every time he's here—"

"Cute..." You vomit that endearment without thinking, but thankfully it got ignored.

"—and it always reminds me of you." A small chuckle left your mouth.

"Don't make fun of me."

"You say it too~"

"I just heal, Mei, it's not the same." Principal Nezu's speech, the speech he gave your parents months into the first year as they found themselves aware of your power made you hold your words. You had it in you. The potential. If incredible people like your teachers, like Shuzenji Chiyo or Principal Nezu twisted things around for your quirk, for how rare and powerful it is, you'd accept it.

"But you're gonna be the best healer ever, aren't you?" She taunted.

"Of course. Which reminds me—!"

"Hmm?" Her attention faded away slightly, but it wasn't a problem.

She cheered, both at you and at her finished masterpiece and proceeded to eat too, passing through the lunch hour without interruption.

"Recovery Girl is putting me on active duty at the infirmary from now on. Finally!"

Innocent pale purple eyes stared into deep crimson ones, furrowed brows covering them.

—

Bakugou Katsuki wasn't one to enjoy being annoyed or surprised and this extra managed to make him feel both things in a short notice.

Everyone around him froze in fear or wonder, awaiting his response without breathing or moving an inch. Meanwhile Whoever-she-was held a pink envelope in front of him, a perfume too sweet coming from it making him want to literally gag in the spot.

Another thing the boy did not appreciate was to have someone bullshit him. His senses were telling him to back off, alarms ringing in his head and those purple eyes held hidden intentions; he wasn't having any of it.

"Fuck off." He snapped, yet his stance was casual as he refused to move out of her way since she was the one that had the audacity to run into him.

Some gasps, even coming from his so-called idiotic friends, could be heard and an indignant Bakubro behind him as he got slapped in the shoulder but he did not care. Not until her lips started to tremble as she retreated her confession letter towards her chest dramatically. His eyebrow started to twitch at the sight.

It was a spectacle for anyone surrounding him.

"What's going on?" Shushes and whispers.

"Bakugou Katsuki just got a confession!" Gossip.

"What!? Who?!" Confusion.

"You said Bakugou Katsuki?!" Shock.

"Oh, she's pretty!" Awe.

"He told her to Fuck off! What an asshole!" Outrage.

"Is that Midori?" Surprise.

"The nerve—" Anger.

"Midori from—" Disbelief.

"Oh, my God, she's really doing it~!" Giggles.

He frowned deeper. If people were to talk about him, they should be talking about all the crap he's been doing and all the lives he saved, not because of a fake bimbo decided to cross his path.

Bakugou wasn't stupid either. With time he knew these things would eventually come in his direction, stuff he'd have to deal with in the future as fame would take over, but not now. He did not have time to entertain this show anyway.

There was only one destination in his mind and she was keeping him in the middle of the whole school cafeteria with prying eyes on them both.

"Bakugou, do something, she's about to cry!" Dunce Face harshly whispered, but turned towards the white haired girl that looked devastated in front of them. "Ignore him! Ask me out, I would never make you cry!"

He rolled his eyes so back in his head it almost hurt. With a need to hurl the food he just ate, he made a step to leave the scene but small hands with claw-like fingernails gripped his arm and he looked at her in utter disgust.

"No, I would never! He—" she sniffled but had no tears in her eyes. He gave her a scowl, trying to take his arm out of her grip but she scratched him in place with her tiny rat hands. "You're the one I love! I—" her bangs covered her face as she continued her show.

"Bakugou! Dude! Do something!" Shitty Hair said, his dumb and blind trust in people buying the act. A vein almost popped on Bakugou's forehead.

"I fucking said—" he pulled his arm so hard she fell on her knees by his side. "Fuck. Off."

Another set of gasps filled the room.

"Bakugou!"

One thing he did not want, even if he could tell it was a foul theater, was to hurt somebody. His asshole act ended at that but his pride stopped him from saying anything.

Glancing to see if she's hurt, Pink Idiot was by her side, helping her up and asking way too many fucking questions.

"No, I'm fine..." she said with such a meek voice he scoffed, also hearing all the shit everyone around him was talking.

"He's such a brute."

"What a mean guy—"

"She's crying!"

"Fucking asshole."

He gritted his teeth.

After the disaster with the League of Villains in the first year, people started to respect him for who he was yet one single, minuscule shit like this and they were all at his jugular.

"I took Bakugou-san by surprise." She excused his behavior to Ashido, which then suggested they should eat lunch together sometimes to make up for the trouble after apologizing in his behalf.

"Yeah, we'd love to have you around! Isn't that right, Bakugou?" The apologetic and almost pleading voice of his blond friend, if he ever was going to call him that anymore, just made him bare his teeth. If they wanted to get played like fools it was their problem, not his.

And that's how he found himself eavesdropping on the weirdo and an extra.

And with a single "Whatever." he left the cafeteria, going to check if his gauntlets were ready, annoyance oozing off him, making the sea of people part from his path. Except he didn't notice you rushing away a little bit in front of him, holding a bag of food, all amused.

Why the fuck was everyone talking about him? Can't they fucking keep his pretty name outta their mouths? With time and without finding a reason why the hell he was glued in place, he listened attentively, his suspicions confirmed and his ego hurt, but whoever was talking about him calmed his nerves a lot. He just needed to put a face to that voice. Just to see who's gossiping about him, nothing else.

—

With a full belly and a whole afternoon to study by Recovery Girl's side, you marched towards the infirmary after you bid your farewell to Mei. There was still time to walk around, grab something sweet for later and save any poor soul that Midori decided to sink her teeth in. It was common at this point, you getting in between her and her victims and taking the hit, yet somehow also being called a bitch by everyone. That's how high-school worked. She did have friends and they spread any word she spat. Vultures.

It was fine though. Hero [Y/N] is there to save the day no matter what. You scoffed at your own stupidity, turning the corner just to step on a leg that was sprawled on the floor.

He clicked his tongue, getting up with no worry in the world, but made no action to leave, settling for observing and analyzing you way too intensely.

"Watch where the fuck you're going, idiot." The man of the hour, the guy you've defended in front of your friend just screamed at you as he dusted off the imprint of your shoe left on his pants. Meanwhile you just paled in place before regaining your composture.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" You said, tilting your head with a frown, already knowing you will not apologize.

Unimpressed by what was going on, even if you truly couldn't point out what really was going on, you made an attempt to move past him towards the vending machines not far behind, but he caught your arm in a firm grip.

You blinked stupidly at the skin contact.

"Heard you were talkin' shit."

Your stomach dropped. Legs almost gave up too if it weren't for his iron grip holding you still. In the silence and at the satisfaction of the reaction you let out, he smirked and raised his chin, only Mei's singing voice coming from her workshop could be heard. Realization hit you. Hit you? Bitchslapped you in the face and left a mark for sure, because your cheeks started feeling heated, tingly.

He dragged you away, maybe to have the privacy to murder you in peace, but your common sense kicked in and you came back from the land of the mortified.

Much like he did before, action you saw with your two own eyes and repeated, you pulled out of his strong grip and stared as he turned towards you, mouth already opened to probably eat you alive.

"I wasn't talking shit about you, dude." You quickly spoke first.

"You don't fucking know me." He growled back, taking a step towards you but like hell you'd back down.

"Don't need to be besties to say what I said." Without understanding why he was so agitated, the only thing left to do after this beautiful turn of events was to defend the honor remaining in you, so you raised your chin to be at par with him. The action clearly took him by surprise, making him glare more, if even possible.

"I don't fucking appreciate when extras talk about me behind my back!"

"I don't give a shit what you appreciate, dude." Your laugh was the complete opposite of his menacing loud voice, like ying and yang.

"Bakugou, the name's fucking Bakugou, you extra!" Bakugou recovered quickly at your snappy self, getting more bothered as you talked.

"Okay, dude." His hands fisted, shaking in place as he stared you down but did not continue.

Silence; the hallway was now filled with silence as he boiled in his own anger and as you raised your brows in confusion. Now what? Was it time to leave? You've never met anyone like him, this was peculiar—

"NOW IT'S WHEN YOU FUCKING TELL ME YOUR SHITTY NAME, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS!"

A second passes; two; at the third you're wheezing your lungs out, laughing at the ridiculousness of the scenario.

"What the fuck are you LAUGHING AT?!" His voice got louder just to top your howling. You did not expect that.

Through a sigh, regaining your breath, you say "It's [L/N] [Y/N].", seeing him retreat in his form and cross his arms. He was still seizing you up.

"If you have shit to say to me, say it to my fucking face, understood?"

"I—... Say what now?"

"I—." He copied in a mock, getting an incredulous look from you. "You stupid or what?" Your upper lip lifted, ready to cuss him to infinity and beyond but he continued. "Like about that bitch from before and shit—" even if he still was loud, he placed his hands in his pockets and looked more interested in the way the tiles on the wall were placed instead of your person. "An' like you told the weirdo—"

No time to be shocked at the implied; his last word enraged you, making your body shake with rage. "Don't fucking dare to call her a weirdo ever again."

Like a challenge, he snapped his face back at you, ready to take it.

"Or what?"

"Listen here, fucker—" now that was a nice surprised face he was pulling. "Just because I gave you a pat on the back in there doesn't mean you can disrespect people just because you think you're the shit. You're not. Now get out of my fucking way." With a final push to his shoulder, your mind was focused on going to the infirmary, steam almost coming out of your nostrils.

"Hey, extra!"

Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him. went through your mind, marching away without a glance back. Not until—

"[L/N]! You're a healer, hah?" That's interesting. He stood where you left him, watching.

"What's it to you?"

Someone sane would've left at your tone but this guy walked towards you then showed you his arms, recently scratched. Images came back to you about the cafeteria incident but did not underst—... did he want to get healed?

You scoffed.

"They're scratches, dude."

"They annoy me. Now heal." All the energy you had left in your body was channeled towards the slow blink you threw at him, at which he scoffed. But they did look nasty— and Midori did them. It was a curse by itself to look down at your own arms and remember that face, so the guardian angel in you decided to take control and be the better person.

Gentle fingers barely tapped his muscular arm. Smile crept up on your lips, feeling absolutely delighted at his obvious stiffness at the skin contact and the clear interest in his eyes, specially when the scratches started disappearing into nothing, leaving smooth silk skin under.

"Hey— Wha— Where the fuck do you think you're going?!" raspy voice got lost in the distance and one thought in your head.

"Want a lollipop for being a good patient too?" You mock and his face explodes in all shapes of red. It would've been great to mock him more, enthralled by his reactions, but with that you turned and left, ignoring the tingling under your fingers that should not be there and your stomping heart.

Did he wait all the lunchbreak to talk to you?

—

A long queue was ahead of you, earning the longest sigh out of your lungs. Life was pain sometimes. Mei couldn't hang out, food was too far away, the delicious croissants Lunch Rush made ran out as far as you could see. Pain. Just pure pain.

And disappointment. When you walked away with your food in a bag, maybe to sit under a tree and enjoy some peace and quiet, you saw her. Midori sitting at a table you did not expect. At the same table where Ashido Mina, Denki Kaminari, Kirishima Eijirou and Hanta Sero sat at. Good people. Honest, good people about to get bitten by a snake. If she was there, then Bakugou decided—

"You. Sit."

Thinking about the boy somehow summoned him behind you. Food in hand and bored expression on his face, he passed you not without giving you a stink eye. Indeed, disappointment.

You shrugged, trying not to pay much attention to the pang in your heart as you moved forward, but a voice— his voice stopped you in your tracks.

"You. Get the fuck out of my face." His growl made everyone around him turn to watch, you being one of them. There was no excuse to what came next, no way to run away past it and dissappear. He nodded his head at you out of all people and pointed at the seat still occupied by Midori; her purple eyes big, shocked, running between your frame and the blond's.

Do you know what it felt to be put in the spotlight without warning? Well, congratulations because that was your life now.

"Ba—Bakugou-san?" Her voice, now highed up and meek followed, then a small scream as Bakugou slammed his food on the table. His friends sat there, wide-eyed, but made no attempt to interrupt.

"Did I fucking stutter, bitch? Or want me to turn into a rabid dog for fucking real?"

You choked on your own spit, bag of goodies about to drop on the floor once you saw her horrified face. She knew that he knew. And when her pale eyes, filled with sudden malice, act dropped, turned to you it's when you realized she figured out where he found out from.

Not like you cared, really, but the little shit that always had to poke out every time she was in the same room as you decided to finally show up, making you wave and send her a wink.

"I said MOVE!" now— that growl, raspy and filled with anger startled her. The orange juice in her hands spilled all over her uniform and woke her up from whatever delusion she was in. With zero time to reconsider, every belonging of hers was picked up with trembling hands and she ran away to her group of cockroaches.

A smile was already settled on your face; your brain was storing that whole interaction deep within, ready to bring it back up whenever you needed a good laugh.

Life was pain and disappointment, you say? No. Life was great. Or more importantly, Bakugou was. Not like he needed to know. But he was a decent guy as he proved—

"THE FUCK YOU STANDING THERE LIKE A DUMBASS?! I SAID SIT!" —to be a pain in the fucking ass and the bane of your existence.

You gave him a face then turned to walk away, even rushing more when you heard his chair screeching on the floor. The exit was so close, so near, freedom never felt this great, the sunlight kissing your skin giving you a new hope to live. But not for long because he grabbed your hand and started dragging you towards his table.

Your hand was in his hand and he was dragging you—

Your hand— his big, warm, a little bit sweaty hand—

How could you ruin such a beautiful moment? Eyes on you two, shocked, silence, his adorable red ears being the only thing you could see as he was completely in front of you, still dragging you towards his friends...

"Did you wait all lunchbreak yesterday to talk to me?" You collided into him as you finished the sentence, his way taller form stiffened so much you felt you single-handedly broke Bakugou Katsuki for good.

But when he turned... Oh, when he turned. Biggest deer-caught-in-the-headlights eyes you've ever seen on anyone, cheeks painted so red you almost melted in the spot, lips trembling as his head worked a thousand miles per second just to find a retort. And you prepared yourself for—

"NO, I FUCKING DIDN'T! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, YOU FUCKING EXTRA? I'D NEVER WAIT FOR SOMEONE LIKE YO— ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME!" Mina's waving hand caught your attention and smiled at her. Your hand was still in his, gripped harshly as he still hasn't noticed it's still there.

"Hey! [L/N], long time no see!" She cheered, ignoring the living shit out of her screaming friend, like she's used to it.

"FUCKING LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU—"

"Hey, chill, dude. Now let go of my hand, I wanna talk to Ashido." You smiled sweetly, making extra effort to wave your linked hands arond until he finally noticed. He zapped his hand away so fast, like he's been bitten by a wild animal. Maybe even a rabid dog, if you will.

You couldn't ignore your own flustered state as you walked past him, giving him a one up, adding the absolute scandalized face he had into the back of your mind for safekeeping.

"Come sit with us!" The pinkette offered.

"Oh, hey, I know you! You're by Hatsume's workshop all the time!" Kirishima intervened with a surprised face that broke into a grin. "Nice to officially meet—"

"I fucking said." he appeared, sitting in front of you. "My name's Bakugou."

"Ok, dude, but I'm talking to someon—"

"BAKUGOU KATSUKI!" Could be heard from the stratosphere.

Note: I just realized Midori means Green [ fucking duh ] but I'm not gonna change the name or her description. I think her parents fucking up her name was the start of many accidents leading into the Midori we all know and hate. Also, I know you understand. We all know a Midori in our lives. Much love.

Note 2: I keep editing it but tumblr dot com slash Install App on Phone fucks my editing and switches paragraphs all around! If you find any PLEASE tell me, I'd really appreciate it!!!

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bnha #noire writes #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #i just wanted to make myself uwu #reader is op

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kiss yourself (02) |h.js (m)

● pairing: han jisung x (female) reader

● genre: angst, smut, (kinda) fluff || fwb to lovers au

● words: 7.0k

→ summary: It all started when you and your best friend for life, Han Jisung, got a little bit too tipsy at a party and ended up waking up naked in the same bed. After that unfortunate night, you and Jisung confirmed there be a distinguished “friends with benefits” relationship between the two of you, with a few rules.

Number One: No one else is supposed to know about this relationship.

Number Two: The minute one of the two of you starts a serious relationship with someone, the benefits are cut off immediately.

Number Three: Have to respect the other’s wishes, if one doesn’t want to do it, then there’s no argument.

Number Four: No falling in love.

But, when Jisung starts crushing over your classmate, you start to break the rules. One by one.

● taglist: @itzgabz22

Chapter One | CHAPTER TWO | Chapter Three

“Oh, baby, I’m going to fuck you so good…”

You debated arson the next morning.

You woke up to the sound of screaming over the phone before the sun even came up, and realized that Jeongja was screaming her head off at some poor sap that probably didn’t deserve it. Well, who knows, you’re just mad that she didn’t even bother to leave the dorm room and go scream out in the hallway to give you your peace and another two hours of sleep. She didn’t even bother to apologize to you, only giving you a wave before she gathered some things and dashed out the door.

So, of course, you weren’t really the most happy - go - lucky person today. You decided to be lazy today and just wore an oversized gray tee shirt underneath a black jacket and a pair of denim blue ripped jeans. You didn’t even bother to do your hair, deciding to just let it flow around your shoulders and do it’s thing.

You didn’t see Jeongja again that day. You expected to see her somewhere on campus since you wanted to speak, no, yell at her why she should never, ever scream at three fifty in the morning and not even bother to apologize about it and then go running off. You debated calling her, but you didn’t want to deal with it, especially when you have better things to worry about.

It wasn’t really supposed to be a busy day, but it turned out to be just that. You’re a member of a specific team mostly meant for the organization and well being of the school. It could be considered something like a student council, but you’re not really in charge of the students, just more planning for future events and other things as well as budgeting. You’re only on this team because you were specifically chosen by a group of professors choosing students by their major. So, you, a political science major, got specially chosen for the job. Whether or not you wanted to be a part of the team, you were persuaded into it by professors, saying it’ll be beneficial for future decisions in your career as a politician.

There were only another seven students on the team. One of which, thankfully, is someone you know and trust, Christopher Bang. You both became good friends after you met him that one night months ago. Especially being on this team together made you both closer, and he was a lot friendlier than you had first imagined.

There’s another girl you know on the team, but you couldn’t call her your friend. Sure, you two talked often and never had any reason to dislike each other, but something about her just wasn't right with you. Her name is Jun Chunae. A beautiful young woman in your year, as well as your same major. She’s quite refined and civilized, if anything a little bit too proper for your liking. Whenever you tried to talk about parties, drinking or even just going out with friends for fun, she always liked to lecture you on how it’s disrespectful to the education system to ignore it’s attempt to educate us by going out and partying at night.

Other than that, she’s alright.

But, another thing about Chunae that never really sparked you right was how she acted when she was with Jisung. You had only learned recently that they’re quite touchy - feely with each other. You didn’t think they were friends, but it was obvious that Chunae had the hots for Jisung. But, with Jisung, you couldn’t really tell if he was attracted to her or not. He kind of treated her the way he treats every other girl, including you. And, that fact kind of made you upset. You know that you’re only his friend, but you have benefits that no other girl, to your knowledge, has. No, you don’t want to be treated like his girlfriend, but you didn’t just want to be treated like the only girl in the world one night only to watch him kissing up to someone else the next.

Were you jealous? Yeah, you were. You weren’t too fond of a girl you don’t exactly trust being too intimate with Jisung, your best friend. But, you’d never, ever, admit that to Jisung.

He’d cut things off the minute he hears that you’re jealous. He’d think you’re falling for him, and then try everything in his power to make sure nothing happens between the two of you. And that you’ll only stay his friend, with or without those stupid benefits.

But, back to the point at hand, you were pulled early out of your last class to attend a meeting for the team. You had met up with Christopher on your way to the conference room, since he had a class nearby your own.

“What could they want this time? And, here I thought we finally got out of these dumb meetings,” you whined, and Christopher laughed, nodding along as he agrees.

“I’m not sure,” Christopher sighs, shoving his hands into his pockets, “I think Chunae would be sure to know,” Christopher rolls his eyes. Chunae was always the smart one of the group. She usually knew things before the rest of the team would know, which, in your eyes, was completely unfair. “Nothing against the girl, I just don’t like how she gets all these benefits just ‘cause she kisses the professor’s asses.”

“Right. I get what you mean,” you nod slowly, “But, it must be important if they pulled us out early without notifying us beforehand. It must be for some kind of event going on. No clue, though. We haven’t had a festival yet, so they might start one since winter’s coming soon.”

“Maybe a festival for the first snow?” Christopher suggests.

You shrug a shoulder, “Who knows. I don’t bother checking the weather, so snow could be falling any day, really. But you would think they would at least shoot us an email, right?”

“Who am I kidding, they don’t really care too much to ask if we’re free for a meeting. I was planning on going out with some friends tonight, but if this meeting is just like any other, then I might have to cancel.” Christopher looks down, obviously upset about the situation.

“Hey, don’t be so down about it. We might end early. And, if they do try to keep us in late, then just say you had plans and leave. It’s not like they’re going to kick out or anything. Besides, we’re already only eight people, we need more members, anyways.” You reassure, giving Christopher a friendly pat on the shoulder. You let your hands rest in your pocket, “Were you going to go with Jisung?’

“No, he said he had things to do,” Christopher shakes his head, not minding how you asked about Jisung, since you usually did to keep tabs on him, “No clue what, since that boy complains twenty - four seven about how boring it is in his dorm and how his roomie is usually doing his own thing. So it was just going to be Hyunjin, Changbin, Felix, Minho, Seungmin and I. We were gonna go to a bar. I’d invite you, but I don’t know how comfortable you would be around a bunch of guys without Jisung.”

“Yeah… Thanks for the consideration, though. I haven’t gone out drinking in a while. It might’ve been fun, but I think I would have had things to do tonight, anyways,” You give him a half - hearted smile, and Christopher bothers you a glance before his eyes shoot forward again. “Oh, hey, we’re here already.” You laugh to yourself as you stand in front of a wooden door with the word ‘CONFERENCE’ on it. Christopher opens the door for you, and you walk in. It’s dimly lit, and you weren’t surprised to see Chunae sitting at the head of the table, scrolling through her laptop as a professor sat next to her, mumbling about who knows what.

Her eyes shoot up the moment she hears the door open, and she shoots both you and Christopher a well practiced business smile before she takes her hands off her laptop and bows her head in welcome. Both you and Christopher bow back in respect, especially since a professor is present, and you both take a seat next to each other. “Hello (Y/N), Christopher. Good to see you guys made it. You have our apologies for pulling you out of class at random, but it’s quite important. Let's wait for the others before we start.”

“How important is it?” You ask, leaning back in the comfortable chair, raising a suspicious brow at Chunae, who closes her laptop.

“We’re holding an event, (Y/N),” Chunae says matter - of - factly, as if you should have known this by now, “It’s for the start of winter for the first snow. We’re going to do things a bit differently, a bit more western. It’s going to be… something like a dance. Except, we will have a performer and activities present, but for the majority of it, it’s a dance for the start of winter.”

“Called it,” Christopher raises a hand, and Chunae raises a thin, neatly trimmed brow at Christopher.

“Barely. It’s not like it’s a festival,” you hold back laughter as Christopher shrugs, still proud of his semi - correct assumption.

“Well, it can either be considered a festival or dance. Doesn’t really matter,” Chunae says, and Christopher snorts, and you glare at him. You fold your arms over your chest, making Chunae smile at your stubbornness, “Oh, come on, (Y/N). This will be fun. First, we must figure out budgeting and organization, as well as fitting everything into the school’s schedule. Other than that, it should mostly be advertising and preparation.”

After Chunae’s short description of what’s going to happen, the other team members glide in one by one. They all wave or bow to you, Christopher, the professor and to Chunae. All taking their respective seats and waiting for Chunae to begin the meeting. The professor left shortly after, not without bidding us good luck.

“Oh, and Chunae?” Christopher pipes up, and Chunae raises her brows at Christopher, giving him her attention, “How long are you going to keep up here. I originally had plans to go out with friends, so I don’t want to stay here until eleven like last time, if you can help it.”

“This is a very vital meeting, Christopher,” Chunae says, and Christopher rolls his eyes, looking away, “I don’t care if you want to go out with friends or not, this meeting might be long and that’s alright. You may choose to leave when you feel like it, but you might be absent for important information. It’s your choice.”

“Then why can’t you just e - mail me the information I missed?” Christopher shrugs a shoulder, and you nod in agreement.

“Because it’s better to discuss in person, is it not?” Chunae stands up, picking up her laptop, “We will debate on different things, as well as discuss things. It’s difficult to discuss in real time over e - mail.”

“Then call me. I’ve got things planned, Chunae, you can’t just pull us out of nowhere and expect us to keep our mouths shut when you don’t even warn us beforehand that there’s going to be a meeting. Sorry, Chunae, but you’re not in charge,” Christopher sighs, obviously irritated. Chunae waits with a stoic expression.

“I’m sorry, Christopher. I really am. I know I’m not in charge, but the professors have trusted me with the information I’m about to share. If you take this role responsibly, you’ll stay without argument. If you don’t, then leave. You won’t be kicked from your spot, but, as said before, you will miss a lot of vital information. It’s your choice in the end,” Chunae responds, and Christopher sighs, deciding not to argue further.

And after that little dispute, Chunae started the meeting by explaining what’s going on. And, as said before, the school is hosting a dance, which is not something ordinary for Korean colleges, since festivals usually took place in spring and usually was just with an invited idol to perform for a few hours. Chunae explained that this dance is mainly supposed to mark the end of fall and a new quarter, as well as the first seeing of snow. It was obvious, even though she never directly said it, that it’s mostly meant for couples and friends.

Each team member was given a specific task to do. Before Christopher left to go out with friends, he was given the task of budgeting. You were in charge of consulting, which was mostly just getting people to fund as well as finding performers, DJs, hosts and other people. It’s a lot of social work you weren’t too excited for, but you knew you had to take responsibility and do the job whether or not you wanted to do it.

Though it was quite boring, you had gotten a text midway through it. Chunae gave you a subtle glare, but didn’t care for how you responded to the text and carried on with the meeting.

It was Jisung.

heard you were pulled into a meeting. how long will u be there?

You responded quickly, keeping your phone under the table as you typed, your hands somewhat trembling, and you had to calm yourself as you typed.

wont be leaving for another hour or two. its pretty big. ill let you know when im leaving

He responded to you, but you didn’t bother to look at it as you shoved your phone back in your pocket.

“And who was that?” Chunae asks after a moment, staring down at you.

“Why do you wanna know?” Your brows furrow, and Chunae sighs.

“Because I’m talking about something important and you’re texting.”

“It’s my friend. Calm down, he’s just wondering when I’m getting off,” you raise your hands in a mocking surrender, and Chunae’s chin lifts higher.

“Hmm. Is it Jisung? Han Jisung? He’s your friend, is he not?” Chunae asks, and you begin to feel annoyance pile through you.

“Yeah, he is. What about it?” You ask, and Chunae shrugs her shoulders.

“I was just wondering,” Chunae sits back down in her seat, the others watching the conversation between the two of you with curious eyes. Chunae stuffs a lock of hair behind her ear, “He’s quite the looker. I hope I have your blessing if anything were to happen between us.”

“I don’t care what happens between the two of you guys,” you spit out, lying straight through your teeth. You do care. You care a lot. A part of you would be happy for Jisung, but another part doesn’t want him to leave you hanging for a girl like Chunae. You know she would treat him well and that Jisung might be better off with a girl like Chunae, but that jealous part of you doesn’t want to let him go. You love the sneaking around, the overnight sessions and even the semi - public ones. You’re not really ready to let that go, yet. It’s only been a few months. You didn’t expect for someone to be kissing up to Jisung this soon, but you should have expected it. “He’s my best friend. As long as you treat him well, then I might not consider punching your teeth in if you do end up with him.”

Chunae laughs, and you tensely chuckle through your nose along with her, “Well, I’m sure Jisung is happy to have a friend like you, (Y/N). So protective. Sometimes I’ve gone to wonder if you two are really in a relationship or not.”

“Yeah. You two basically hang off of each other, you’re around each other all of the time,” says another team member who you recognized as Naeyeon. Someone you didn’t bother to get to know. She didn’t seem to like you that much, anyways.

“It’s none of your business in the first place, if we were in a relationship. Which, we’re not,” you snap, not really in the mood to talk about Jisung right now, “Can we get back to the main focus?”

“Yes, my apologies, (Y/N). I shouldn’t invade your personal life like that in a professional environment like this,” Chunae stands up again, and you sigh. Already tired of this meeting.

At the end, you’re given loads of papers to go through considering consultation, and you weren’t ready to study them just yet. Your backpack got ten times heavier as you stuffed them in there, and you were the first one to leave when Chunae called the meeting to an end. You didn’t even bother to wave goodbye as you slammed through the door, basically speed - walking to get out of the main building and to the dorm rooms.

As said before, you had nothing against Chunae. In fact, you’d like to get to know her past her proper and all - to civilized self. If she were to let loose, she might be really fun, in your eyes. Her whole aura just sets you off, sometimes. Sometimes, she can get pretty stuck up, and you’re not sure how Jisung could handle her if he continuously complains about your stubbornness.

Speaking of Jisung, one of the first things you did when you basically ran out of the conference room was text Jisung that the meeting’s finally over and if you should start heading there.

He never answered faster.

He said you should head there, but to be careful of security since it’s so late. You were cautious, but thankfully no officer was out this late, even though it was only ten - thirty at night and curfew was thirty minutes ago. It’s a pretty long walk to Jisung’s dorm, though, since it’s on the top floor of the (decently huge) building. Since it’s past curfew, the elevators weren’t in working order anymore, and you had to take the stairs to the top floor, which absolutely killed your feet. But, once you made it to the familiar dorm door, you rested against the doorframe before knocking softly.

It takes Jisung a minute to open the door. You take that time to relax your weight against the doorframe, but your peace is short-lived when the door swings open so fast you almost lose balance of yourself by how fast Jisung opens the door. So, it takes you a short moment to actually take in Jisung’s appearance. His hair is messy and damp, and it’s obvious he has just showered most likely not too long ago. He wears a pair of gray sweatpants and no shirt, and you try not to gawk at his well built and defined body. He stares down at you silently, a small smirk playing at his lips as his half - lidded eyes scan over your body.

But, after that moment, he grabs you by the wrist and pulls you inside. The moment the door is slammed shut and locked behind you, he presses you against the door. Your heart beats rapidly against your chest as Jisung’s hands grip your wrists and pin you to the door. His face mere centimeters away from yours, and you can feel his warm breath against your lips. Your backpack falls to the floor. No matter how many times you’ve had sex with Jisung, he’s never been one for intimate kissing in your relationship with him. Which, to you, was weird since he always tried to get playful kissing from you out of sex or even from his other friends. Sure, you’ve both kissed before, but usually it’s not very intimate.

But, he kisses you before you could say anything. His hands firmly, yet gently gripping your wrists and pinning them to the door as his lips find themselves planted against yours. His soft lips move with yours in a passionate sync, and you don’t hesitate when you kiss him back. Your hands balled into fists as Jisung presses his body against yours, both of your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. Chills shoot through your body as Jisung’s lips capture yours in a slow, yet lust filled kiss. It’s not rushed nor sloppy, but filled with desire and crave. You let yourself melt into his kiss, his experienced lips having you succumb to him, and you could already feel yourself dripping wet from just this simple kiss.

To you, however, it wasn't so simple. You never usually get this chance to have Jisung kiss you so passionately. You never bothered to ask why, and mostly thought he didn’t want to do it because, during sex, it’s something mostly only real couples would do. Not friends with benefits. So, when his tongue meets with yours in a euphoric, blissful way, you try to savor the feeling. Knowing this might be one of few chances you’ll get to actually enjoy such a kiss, you try to make it last as long as you can.

Jisung’s lips eventually lift off of yours, but he leads a trail of firm, wet kisses down your jawline and over your neck. His tongue licking stripes up your neck as he sucks on the delicate skin. Your womanhood throbs from the feeling, and your legs press together. Jisung’s hands let go of your wrists, and you let your hands grip onto Jisung’s hair. His hands creep underneath your shirt and hoodie, lifting them up as his cold hands meet with your warm skin. His hands feel up your waist, and your head falls back, your kiss - bruised mouth opening from the bliss.

“What… What’s gotten into you tonight?” You mumble out, your arms wrapping around Jisung’s neck, pressing him further against you as his hands firmly brush over your ass and up your back.

Jisung’s lips brush against the lobe of your ear and he chuckles deeply, sending chills through you and you let out a pathetic whimper because of it, “Can’t I do something for a friend?” He says this in just above a whisper, his voice deeper and huskier than normal. And then he goes back to pressing kisses underneath your ear, trailing down your neck, moving one hand up to move your hair out of the way.

You don’t argue with him, and you let him dominate you.

Jisung pulls off your hoodie along with your tee shirt. Pulling you away from the door as he throws the articles of clothing to the side. He guides you to his bed, having you lay down on your back as Jisung pulls himself over you. Trapping you underneath him, and your hands fly to the sides of your head, succumbing to him. Jisung pushes himself down, now pressing kisses to your collarbone and over your chest. One hand fumbling with the straps of your bra, pushing them down your shoulders before they tamper with the clip.

Jisung doesn’t even hesitate to rip off your bra, and throw it alongside the other articles of clothing (most of which landed on Jeongin’s bed, and you would do something about it if you weren’t so caught up in the moment with Jisung). You let in a deep, sharp inhale when your warm breasts make contact with the cool air. Jisung looks down at you, examining your exposed breasts before his eyes flicker up to meet yours. Your face is flushed a beautiful pink, and Jisung stares at your face, loving the flustered expression you’re making before his head dips down. One hand flying up to cup one breast, his hands moving efficiently and swiftly as he firmly massages it. His lips kissing down your other breast before his tongue makes contact with your erect bud.

You emit a breathy moan as chills run through your body as Jisung suckles on one breast while his hand plays with the other. His thumb running over and pressing against the hard bud as he firmly massages your breast in circles. His tongue working wonders over your sensitive nipple, and your teeth capture your bottom lip in between them as your hands run through his hair, letting out soft whimpers here and there when he sucks harshly on your breast or pinches your nipple.

“Jisung… Oh, you’re gonna make me pay you back for this, aren’t you?” You breathe out, and Jisung chuckles against you. His tongue pressing against your nipple, and his eyes look up to meet yours.

Once he lets go, your back arches when your breast, which was once warm in the cavern of Jisung’s mouth and tongue, meets the cold air. “You think so lowly of me, baby.” Jisung presses kisses along your chest, going lower and lower, and you watch him with dark, lust filled eyes.

“I’m usually the one blowing you off, Jisung - ah,” you state, “It’s not like you to - mmh…! - do things like this.” The back of your hand presses against your lips as they press into a firm line, trying to hold back whimpers as Jisung’s fingers start to undo the buttons of your jeans. His lips pressing kisses to the bottom of your abdomen; a sensitive area, and it sends sparks of chills up your spine.

“I want to make you feel good, baby,” Jisung breathes out, lips still pressed against your skin as he speaks, his dark eyes flickering up to meet with yours, “Don’t think too much into it. Just let me make you feel good, alright?” You nod quickly, your mouth closing and your hips lift with Jisung’s hands as he slowly pulls off your jeans. “That’s my good girl. My good little (Y/N).” He chuckles darkly, and you whimper softly at both the feeling of your soaked panties meeting the cold air and from Jisung’s praise.

Your thighs are on either side of his head, and Jisung’s hands guide them apart, spreading you out for him. And, boy, is it a sight for sore eyes. Jisung occasionally looking up at you, the eye contact making you even wetter from just the intensity of his eyes. His breath fans your clothed cunt, and your hips jitter and twitch just from that. Jisung cooes at your sensitivity. He knows you’re sensitive, but since things are usually rushed, he’s never really taken the chance to slowly edge you on. “My baby girl is so sensitive and I haven’t even touched her pussy…”

Jisung’s finger makes contact with your clothed cunt, pressing against your labia and firmly pressing up and over your clit. Your hips stutter at the feeling, and Jisung watches you as your eyes squeeze shut and your head falls back. Your mouth opening to let out a beautiful, breathy moan.

But, you weren’t prepared for when Jisung pulls off your panties, his hands having to fly up to stop your thighs from slamming against either side of his head. “Ah - ah - ah… keep your legs spread for me.” He guides your legs back, spread apart and resting against the sheets. A slight burn on your inner thighs from the stretch. You watch Jisung as one arm wraps around one of your thighs, his other hand caressing your other thigh, and he presses a wet kiss on your inner thigh. Dangerously close to your exposed pussy. And, oh, how exposed you feel. Usually, you both do quickies in bathrooms or the car or somewhere where you have to put your clothes back on quickly. You’re never, usually, completely nude in front of him. So you couldn’t deny that you were a bit embarrassed by how exposed you were to him.

Your head flies back, and you finally let out your first vocal moan when Jisung’s mouth comes in contact with your pussy. His tongue pressing against your wet cunt and his lips kissing your folds. Jisung smirks against you, his tongue working wonders on your throbbing cunt. His warm mouth engulfing your cunt, and your hands brush through his hair. Gripping onto either his hair or the sheets by you as Jisung’s tongue lickes stripes up your labia, occasionally teasing your sensitive, aching clit.

Your moans get even louder when one of Jisung’s fingers begins to tease your entrance, his mouth now more focused on your clit. His middle finger slowly enters you, and you clench around him. “Oh, fuck, Jisunggie… That feels so good.” You whimper out as Jisung’s knuckles meet with you, as his finger is fully flush inside of you. Your warmth engulfing his finger, clenching around him, looking for something more. He chuckles against you, his tongue still licking up your clit, sometimes pressing sloppy kisses to it. His finger slowly begins to thrust in and out of you. More of a slow drag than a thrust.

Your mind fogs as Jisung slowly begins to add more and more fingers, his pace still slow, but fast enough to make you whimper delicately when his fingers hit a certain spot deep inside your wet, warm walls. His other hand gripping your thigh firmly, but not firm enough to leave a mark of any kind. You gently moan out his name, and it only seems to give him more and more confidence to be just a little bit rougher, but still being euphorically slow and steady.

However, it’s when he sucks gently on your clit and roughly drags three fingers out, stretching you out, before letting them roughly ram back into you, hitting your G - Spot, when you feel your climax nearing. Your back arches, and your hands grip the sheet by your head tightly as you let out a moan, “Ji… Baby, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Your bottom lip becomes captured in between your teeth as your hips begin to stutter and twitch, bucking up into Jisung, but his free hand tries to hold you down. He didn’t respond. In fact, he didn’t even look up at you. His brows furrow, focused solely on your climax. He doesn’t slow down either. He only speeds up. Sucking on your clit while his fingers thrust into you.

When your climax hits, you let out a string of loud moans, both incoherent curse words and Jisung’s name. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and your mouth opens. Your back arching off of the bed as you cum on Jisung’s fingers. His fingers rut slowly into you, twisting and pressing against your G - Spot. His tongue presses against your clit to helpL: you ride out your high.

His lips detach from your throbbing pussy, and his fingers slowly pull out of you. His fingers coated in your cum. Jisung takes a moment to catch his breath. He looks up at you, and you're still coming back from your orgasm, the sense of overwhelming bliss. Jisung climbs up, trapping you under him once more. Your legs still spread for him, and Jisung pulls you into another kiss.

You can taste yourself on his tongue. It’s bitter, but you don’t care. You don’t care for how gross it may be, you just want to kiss him. You just want all of him.

Your arms wrap around his neck, and Jisung’s hands caress your thighs, “Oh, baby, I’m going to fuck you so good… You want that? Want me to fuck you, baby girl?”

Your head leans back and Jisung’s lips graze over your neck, “Yes, Jisung. I want you to fuck me hard… Want you to fill me, please. Please, Jisung, I need you so bad.”

Jisung smirks, already pulling down his sweats, “I fucking love how you beg for me. Only for me.” You moan out in response. Jisung finally lets his hard cock free, and it presses to his abdomen. Leaking with precum, just from eating you out. The tip is a pretty pink, and you bask in the thought how you, alone, can make him so hard. Jisung gets on his knees, and you watch how he takes a condom from his nightstand drawer and rips it open. Preparing his cock into it before his tip presses against your cunt, still sensitive from your last orgasm.

“You ready for me, baby?” Jisung asks, moving your hips up to align with his cock, which is barely pressing against your entrance. You nod frantically, the only thing coursing through your mind being how badly you want Jisung’s cock inside you. How ready you are for him. “Use your words, (Y/N).”

“Yes… Goddamn it, Jisung, just fuck me already, please. I need it so bad,” You whimper out, irritated by the emptiness inside you.

Jisung laughs darkly, “Feisty, now are we? I like your pride, (Y/N), but I’ll be sure to shut you up, got it?” And, without warning, Jisung presses into you. Your hand flies up to cover your mouth as Jisung’s hard cock slowly drags deeper and deeper into you. Filling you to the brim, and stretching you out more than his fingers ever could. Jisung’s hand grips your wrist, pinning it to the bed, “No, no. I want to hear your voice. Wanna hear your pretty moans as I break you.”

Jisung is slow, painfully slow at first. You’re wondering how he could hold back, since he usually tends to fuck you like no tomorrow. Jisung slowly drags himself out, feeling your walls clench around him, before pushing himself back in. His head dips down to watch his cock disappear into your soaking pussy, and he lets out small groans as you let out breathy moans with each thrust. “Ji… Jisung - ah… Faster, please.” Jisung looks up at you, a smirk edging on his lips before he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“As you wish, (Y/N),” and so he followed through with your plea, and slowly started to pick up speed. His forehead presses against the side of your head as your legs wrap around his waist, allowing him to get even deeper inside you. With every thrust, you can feel his tip meet your cervix, and it’s such an intense feeling, you could cum right there with just enough force. But, you want this to last. You want to savor this moment for as long as you can.

Soon enough, Jisung flips you over, pressing the side of your face into the mattress as he gets on his knees. He leans over you, pressing his chest against your back and moves your hair to the side to give himself the access he needs to press wet kisses to the back of your neck, sending chills down your spine as he enters you once more. His hands grip your wrists as he groans into your neck, your loud moans muffled by the pillow below you as Jisung rams into you. His cock moving fast against your walls, giving such a blissful, burning sensation inside you that you want even more of. His hips meet over and over again with your ass as he thrusts into you. Your moans echo through the room, and at this point, you don’t care if anyone overheard you.

“Oh, fuck, baby. God, I love your pussy so much,” Jisung moans out next to your ear, and you don’t have the stability to respond to him, only with pathetic moans falling out of your lips. “Drivin’ me goddamn crazy…” Jisung grumbles as he sits himself up. His hands gripping your hips firmly to move you with him, sending you back with his thrusts as he fucks himself into you.

You can tell when Jisung is nearing his climax, because instead of his usual rhythmic thrusts, his hips begin to stagger and twitch, and his moans rise in pitch and get louder in volume. When he nears his climax, you can feel another one climbing up for you, mostly from the pure oversensitivity from your last orgasm. “Oh my fucking god… Oh fuck, cum with me, (Y/N). Cum with me.” He moans out his words, and your voice gets higher as your back arches once more, meeting your climax. Jisung leans over you again, his forehead resting on the back of your neck as his hands tightly grip your hips as he cums at last into the condom.

“Fucking hell… that was so good,” you breath out, trying to catch your breath. Jisung takes his time to relax his overworked muscles by leaning over you. He takes a minute before he pulls himself up and out of you. Your hips fall, and you wipe off the sweat as Jisung ties off the condom and gets up, tossing it into the bin.

He gets up, going over to his dresser to grab a towel. He cleans you up silently, and you watch him with curious eyes.

The moment he turns away to toss the towel into a hamper, you get up and walk over to Jeongin’s bed to grab the clothes Jisung had thrown onto it. You pick up your bra and shirt, and you barely even notice Jisung behind you before he speaks, “Are you leaving?”

“Don’t you want me to?” You look over to Jisung, who’s now wearing a pair of boxers and nothing more. He’s standing close behind you. You don’t mind the close proximity.

Jisung shakes his head, “No… Stay here tonight. Jeongin won't be back till the weekend.” Your mouth falls ajar slightly, surprised by his words. You pull your shirt over your head and put it on, and Jisung watches you.

“Alright… I’ll stay,” you sigh, and Jisung smiles down at you softly. You turn to face him, your brows furrowed, “But, seriously, what has gotten into you? You’re a bit more… intimate tonight. Didn’t really expect that.”

“What? Can’t I do something for you?” Jisung teasingly smirks at you.

“Well… yeah, but I just didn’t expect you… to do that.” You mumble out, and Jisung laughs.

“Kiss you like that?”

“Yeah.” You shrug a shoulder, “You know what, let’s not think too much into it. I’m tired.” You sigh, and Jisung laughs softly, shaking his head. You climb into his bed, pulling his blanket over you as Jisung turns off the lights and climbs in right next to you. Pressing his chest against your back, and one of his arms wraps around your waist. His chin resting on top of your head. Your heart hammers against your chest, and you try to calm yourself so he wouldn’t hear it. But, it seems impossible. Jisung’s acting weird today, and you want to find out why.

But, the answer comes sooner than you imagined.

“I don’t think we’ll be doing this much longer.”

Your eyes snap open, and your brows furrow. “What… did you say?”

“I said… I don’t think we’ll be doing this much longer,” Jisung repeats, a bit louder than before. You had heard him loud and clear the first time, but it shocked you, “I… I dunno, (Y/N). There’s this girl. And… I really… really like her. God, I sound like a middle schooler, don’t I?” He chuckles, but you don’t respond to him. You stare at the darkness, and Jisung clears his throat awkwardly when he realizes that you’re not responding. His arm squeezes you tightly. “If things work out, we can’t do this anymore.”

“Who is it?”

“Huh?”

“Who is it.”

Jisung chuckles again, and you can tell he’s getting nervous. Whatever the reason is, you don’t know. Maybe he can tell that you’re irritated with this news, “You know that one girl in your political science class? Jun Chunae. It’s her.” You hold back a groan, and roll your eyes. Of course it’s Chunae, “She and I have been hanging out recently. And, god, I think I really like her, (Y/N).”

“Of course,” you scoff, and Jisung props himself up to look at you through the darkness, “Of fuckin’ course it’s Chunae. Always Jun Chunae. That’s why you invited me over, wasn’t it? That’s why you treated me so well tonight, because it’s one of the last times, huh?”

“No, that’s not… that’s not what I’m saying,” Jisung says slowly, as if dipping toes in dangerous waters.

“Don’t lie to me, Jisung,” you snap, “I know you. You don’t like to kiss me before, during or even after sex. You just don’t. You don’t take it slow and you don’t even usually bother to pleasure me. I get it now. It’s not a problem, I’m just a bit upset that you lied to me.”

“And how the fuck did I lie to you,” Jisung doesn’t even ask it, it’s more of a demand. You can hear how he’s getting angry right back at you.

“You said you wanted to do something special for me. You said that this was supposed to be special. But, it’s not. Just for you to cut things off.” You sit up and push Jisung’s arm off of you. You scramble off of the bed, and Jisung laughs bitterly.

“Oh, come on, (Y/N). You’re overreacting,” you can hear Jisung’s smile in his voice, but you don’t smile. You don’t even bother with your underwear and just throw your jeans on. You turn on the light and slip on your shoes. Jisung’s expression falls, “Wait, (Y/N), don’t leave.” You turn back to give him a dead glare, and Jisung brows crease in desperation.

“I don’t think it’s necessary for me to be here if you’re going to start chasing after Chunae, don’t you think?” You say and sling your backpack over your shoulders.

“But, if you just wait a little bit longer… I can…”

“You can what, Jisung?” You turn to face him.

“I…” Jisung trails off.

“Goodnight, Jisung. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You unlock the door and open it, “Thanks for the special night.”

Jisung gives up, and plops back onto the bed as you slam the door behind you.

Now you were really considering arson. And not just for the school, but to just burn down Jun Chunae.

You weren’t in love with Han Jisung. But a part of you was beginning to debate that.

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Tianshan dating headcannons because i also love these two dumbasses too

Also dedicated to @el-mundo-real who requested tianshan headcannons 🖤

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- Literally no one knows whether they’re dating or not. Not even themselves because they don’t talk about it

- Jian yi thinks they’re dating already and Zhengxi says they’re still getting there (somehow they’re both right) and they make a bet

- He tian likes staying over at Mo’s and he’s gotten pretty close to mama Mo

- Mama Mo teaches him how to knit !! He tried to knit a scarf for Mo but it came out a little messy and tangled. Mo still wears it anyway saying it’s a waste of yarn if not used (He’s actually really touched)

- He eats dinner there about 5 times a week and sleeps over thrice a week. He’s a permanent fixture in the house now, he has his own plate and mug, utensils, toothbrush, a spare key, and more than half of his closet migrated to Mo’s closet

- Sometimes Mo “accidentally” wears He tian’s sweaters and He tian dies a little bit every time

- Sometimes He tian deliberately wears Mo’s clothes and it’s always tighter and a bit shorter on his body so when he moves his arms the shirt rides up. Mo guanshan shouts at him to change and to stop contaminating his clothes but his ears are red anyway

- They bicker A LOT. Over the smallest things because He tian loves riling him up and Mo gets riled up too easily

He tian, for the 7th time in 5 minutes: “What does this thing do?”

Mo guanshan, losing his mind: “THAT’S A FUCKING MICROWAVE WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK IT DO?!”

- There are times when homicide is the best option

Mo Guanshan: “I acknowledge that I can be mean sometimes-”

He tian, in the bathtub: “Sometimes?”

Mo Guanshan: “Shut the fuck up. So I brought you a bath bomb as a peace offering.”

He tian: “That’s a fucking toaster.”

Mo guanshan: “Exactly. A bath bomb.”

- Contrary to what his actions say, Mo guanshan is actually relieved that He tian spends most of his time in their apartment. He tian never told him but he can see how lonely the other teenager is

- Mo guanshan tries to teach He tian chores because He tian knows nothing about cleaning or doing everyday things

Mo guanshan: “How the fuck do you not know how to wash dishes where the hell do you eat?!”

He tian, drinking milk straight out the carton: “Obviously on plates, Momo. I just throw them away after.”

Mo guanshan, sputtering: “WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU THROW OUT PLATES?!”

- The first and only recipe that He tian managed to cook successfully is instant noodles with boiled egg that’s not quite cooked enough. Sometimes he brings Mo noodles as breakfast in bed and he looks so proud of it Mo has a hard time saying that the noodles are overcooked and that noodles aren’t exactly breakfast food (he eats it anyway)

- Mo sometimes, only sometimes, brings He tian grocery shopping because he needs to learn how to buy food for himself. Somehow He tian always ends up in the miscellaneous section where he has a pack of ballpens he’ll never use, 2 journals he’ll also never use, a couple of scented candles, various dog clothes and leashes for the dog he doesn’t have, a couple’s mug, and a vase in his cart

- He tian stopped trying to barge into Mo guanshan’s bed and sleeps on the futon on the floor beside it. It’s not the most comfortable and he had a hard time sleeping on it at first but he likes being in Mo’s company even while sleeping

- Sometimes Mo would move in his sleep and leave his arm dangling on the side of the bed, He tian grabs it of course and Mo wakes up to sweaty palms. He still leaves it for a few moments before harshly slapping away He tian’s hand

- Mo’s hands aren’t smooth at all because of working all the time and practicing the guitar but He tian loves them all the same. He likes to feel the contrast in textures with his slightly smoother hands

- He tian has a thousand pictures of Mo guanshan sleeping in various angles and poses. He has his favorites framed and keeps it on his bedside table in his apartment so when he’s sleeping there he still feels like they’re sleeping together

- Mo guanshan has a few of He tian sleeping but he swears up and down that he'll never do anything as disgusting as that. He makes one of them his wallpaper.

- Sometimes when they don’t feel like sleeping yet they stay up talking and arguing about random things

Mo guanshan: “Why would aliens be in space? The ocean is definitely the way to go.”

He tian: “But why would they be in the ocean? They’ll drown.”

Mo guanshan: “They’re aliens maybe they have gills or some shit.”

He tian: “I’m telling you they’re not in the ocean, Mo.”

Mo guanshan: “And I’m telling you you’re wrong, bastard.”

- On rare days they would stay up talking about their pasts and about life in general, with the lights closed and the only source of light is the moonlights from the window

- One of these nights, Mo told He tian about what happened to his dad and their restaurant, why they’re in so much debt over it and He tian holds Mo’s hand tightly throughout

- He knew better than to say that he could pay for that debt so Mo doesn’t need to worry anymore (He still says it anyway and Mo blew a fuse) but he swore to help Mo through other means

- The next day he orders a whole carton of mangoes, apples and peaches in his apartment and learns how to peel properly through youtube and Zhengxi

- He goes to Mo’s part time job in the grocery and helps him peel fruits, Mo guanshan doesn’t mention anything when he notices the bandaids on the other’s hands but he does cook him beef stew for dinner

- As expected He tian’s presence brings more customers and the manager asks if he wants to work there permanently but he said he’s only working for Mo so the manager can give Mo a raise instead

- Once, Mo got sick so he missed his part time job for the day (He was supposed to give away flyers on the streets) and got extra pissy because He tian didn’t visit him and wouldn’t answer his phone

- Apparently He tian took over his job for the day and he only finds out when he goes to the manager and the manager asks when his ‘boyfriend’ can come back to work again because the customers love him

- He tian almost never talks about himself but once he talked about the puppy who disappeared after he saves it and then found out that it’s still alive after all these years

- Mo keeps quiet about it the whole time he was talking and the next few days he takes time to knit a small dog plushie and leaves it on He tian’s futon

- He tian didn’t cry, he didn’t (he did), but he hugged Mo and whispered a sincere thank you. For once, Mo lets it happen

- Mo quickly regrets his decision when He tian names the plushie “Chicken sandwich”

- He tian brings Mo in a lot of not-dates (according to Mo) like arcades, ocean parks, festivals, and fairs because he didn’t get to go as a kid and he wants to experience it for the first time with Mo

- They get crazy competitive in every game. Every. Single. One. If it’s a co-op shooting game they would compete on who kills the most enemies, if it’s a harmless crane game it becomes a competition of who can get the most plushies

- They both each have a photobooth strip. Mo keeps his as a bookmarker in a journal, and He tian has his in the back of his phone.

- They go on a double not-date with Jian yi and Zhengxi and it ends up in almost getting chased by a police car at 2 am in pokemon onesies and holding a bag of chips

- Sometimes Mo would visit his dad in prison and just rant to him about He tian

Mo guanshan: “The nerve of that guy to do something like that in front of a teacher urgh.”

Papa Mo: “Your boyfriend sounds like a fun guy, son. I want to meet him soon.”

Mo guanshan: “BO-BOYFRIEND?!”

Papa Mo: “Yes???”

Mo guanshan: “No??? That bastard isn’t my boyfriend??”

Papa Mo: “Are you sure about that?”

Mo guanshan: “...Yes?”

- Enter gay panique because he doesn’t actually know whether He tian is his boyfriend or not

- They don’t call each other boyfriends and they never talked about it so no??? But they’re also not just friends so maybe??? Do they go on dates?? Can grocery trips be considered dates??

- He rings up Jian yi and the blonde just laughed for 5 minutes straight without stopping and he wonders how he’s still breathing

Mo Guanshan, after hearing Jian yi laughing for 5 minutes: “Are you fucking done?”

Jian yi, trying to catch his breath: “Man this is some top-tier entertainment.”

Mo guanshan: “WELL?!”

Jian yi: “Look bro literally no one knows whether you’re dating, fucking, planning each other’s murder OR planning a murder together.”

Mo guanshan: “What if it’s all of the above?”

Jian yi: “Then congratulations…? Please don’t murder me?”

Mo guanshan: “Urgh you’re fucking useless I should have called Zhengxi.”

Jian yi: “Wait don’t, I don’t wanna lose the bet. How about this, there’s a festival upcoming for couples and families, if He tian asks you then you’re probably, maybe, dating?”

Mo guanshan: “That’s stupid. AND WHAT BET?!”

Jian yi: “Ah woops gotta water my dog.”

- Mo tells himself that it’s stupid and there’s no way he’s falling for that...but he feels disappointed anyway when He tian doesn’t ask him the following days

- He tian asks on the last day before the festival, but he asks mama Mo first and Mo guanshan second cuz he wants to celebrate with both of them. He confessed that he’s never actually went to a festival with a family before so he was trying to build up courage to ask

- Mo guanshan is an absolute goner after that

- On the day of the festival, they find Zhanyi there on a date but decide to leave them alone. While they were leaving Jian yi kept throwing Mo guanshan so much winks that Zhengxi thought he got something in his eye

- The festival was fun but Mo couldn’t take his eyes off how happy and content He tian looks

- Queue cliche fireworks scene but it’s He tian being amazed by the fireworks and Mo looking mesmerized at him thinking, “Ah, I want him to look at me like that.”

- The next day, he drags He tian to visit his dad in jail

Papa mo: “Oh this is a surprise, you’ve never brought someone before?”

He tian, trying to introduce himself: “Hello, sir. I’m He tian, Mo guanshan’s fri-”

Mo guanshan, cuts him off: “Boyfriend. He’s my boyfriend, dad.”

He tian:

#19 days #19 days headcannons #19 days hc #tianshan #mo guan shan #he tian #zhanyi #jian yi #zhan zheng xi #am i procrastinating updating my fics and 19 days socmed au by posting random 19 days stuff?#yes yes i am #old xian

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