#Don’t touch his rival XD

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hi! I'm the same anonymous that requested the gyomei ask! Now you can call me 🧇 anonymous!

Can I request a Yandere! Kokushibou X demon reader? Reader is stronger than him and can outsmart him anytime, and they are a good demon (already broke out of kibutsuji curse if you don't mind!), they work for the demon slayer corps and could kill Kokushibou anytime but not now because they don't want too.. yet. And they also being hunt down by Muzan (but could escape him anytime and trick him XD)

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Heya, Anonymous! I loved that Gyomei request! This one is nice but— Us? Stronger than Kokushibo?! Are we the reincarnation of Yoriichi? I suppose, but anyway. I’ll do this for you, love! Hope it’s good enough!

Yandere! Kokushibo- Faster, Stronger, Smarter

Kokushibo couldn’t believe he has met a demon, after his 480+ years of being a Upper Moon, that can genuinely match him in raw power and intelligence. You can easily outsmart him and make him panic during a battle

Kokushibo should hate you to a extreme level but he doesn’t. He is intrigued by your abilities and your image, he wants to know more about you and that desire grows into a obsessive thought. That thought then moulds into a full-on obsession, Kokushibo now needs you and it hurts to stay away from you

Kokushibo is so outraged by the fact you’re not on his side, you’re with those stupid demon slayers! What do they have that he doesn’t? He may not be able to actually battle you and make you submit to him but no other demon(besides Muzan) can stand a finger to him. Isn’t that enough to make you adore him?!

Kokushibo is very impressed by the fact you have defeated the ‘Kibutsuji Curse’ and it makes you a even bigger threat that you are no longer trapped in Muzan’s grasp. Only three other demons have been freed from this curse and he always wonders how you did it

Everytime Kokushibo gets into a battle with you, he notices the way you hesitate to strike him down. You can kill him, you’ve had him on the defensive more than once and struggling to attack back but you don’t want to. Why? He doesn’t really know but his delusions have convinced him it’s because you’re in love with him too

Kokushibo finds out that you’re one of Muzan’s two known targets through his Master, but you always manage to escape him. Kokushibo is internally relieved that you escape everytime whilst Muzan is completely outraged. One of his biggest threats can outclass his strongest soldier, you’re such a pest to Muzan but a blessing to Kokushibo

Kokushibo is a very aggressive Yandere. He isn’t above murdering all of his potential love rivals but does it in secret. He may not be on the best terms with you but he is planning to work towards tricking you into joining him. You don’t deserve to be killing your species, you should be with your species

Kokushibo stalks you a lot to try feed and quell his intense obsessive in-love desires over you. You may be stronger, faster and smarter but you genuinely don’t believe Kokushibo is brave enough to sneak around in the break of day to watch your every movement. He is ready to die to ensure he can have you as his

Kokushibo steals small items you own and discarded things you threw away. Sure, it may be a bit unsanitary but he doesn’t care. He loves you so much that he needs to keep everything you have touched before. Rather it be a bloody bandage or your entire demon slayer uniform, anything of yours makes him so pleased

Kokushibo leaves you random cute wrapped gifts he finds or kills for, with the most affectionate and complimentary notes you’ve ever read, at your Estate’s doorstep by nightbreak every single day. To him, it’s helping him get a better chance in winning your heart, piece by piece and he won’t stop anytime soon

“Don’t you understand… my love? These humans… have brainwashed you into… thinking you’re one of them… but you’re not… you’re a demon… just like me… Come with me, I’ll… show you what you’re… missing”

[quitealotofsodapop]

[Smokey is a protective guy at the best of times, and now that his mate is vunerable He's like a guard dog ready to snap at anyone who comes close to his little troop.]

Oof, imagine if a certain rhino tries something on Liang? Think Lao Tzu’s gonna need to find a whole new pet by the end of that chapter.

[Xiao Qi doesn't know what to expect - Bama isn't a tree, where fruit coming out?]

Ooof! I don’t think anybody is ready for that talk yet…so, they ask Peach and Plum for help. In turn those two ask their Tang and Pigsy for help…

Smokey, disbelief: Really?!

Peach: Look, Tang has the power points and Pigsy can keep him from going too in depth. Trust me, best way of keeping it PG.

[Zhu Bajie: "...I'm terrifed of that Liu'er Mihou. Any being that can get Older Brother to behave himself has power rivalling the Buddha himself."]

Honestly? Not the worst policy to have. Those LEMs do be terrifying and feral when given the chance – and they tend to woo absolute simps. XD

It’s like the ‘We support Women's Rights and Women's Wrongs!’ Except it’s Macaques.

referencing the Reborn! couple's twins + or why a pregnant monkey on a Journey is very difficult.

[Oof, imagine if a certain rhino tries something on Liang? Think Lao Tzu’s gonna need to find a whole new pet by the end of that chapter.]

A certain Rhino quickly learns that no matter the universe, SWK will turn him into minced beef for touching his mate. The Reborn! Rhino King gets sent to Lao Tzu as a handbag for touching Smokey's pregnant mate and/or their uber-powerful kids.

[Ooof! I don’t think anybody is ready for that talk yet…]

Smokey and Liang try to get a dialog going to explain to the kids where the twins are gonna come out, but they panic and try to pass the buck to another Pilgrim.

Xuanzang/Reborn!Tripitaka, also panicking: "Um. As I have taken a vow of chasitiy, I am not privy to such knowledge. Brother Bajie?" Zhu Bajie: "Hey! Just cus I like the act, doesn't mean I understand the schematics of it! Wujing reads those kind of books!" Sha Wujing: *nervously laughing and shaking his head No* Ao Lie, in horse-form: "When two beings come together and form a physical union..."

The horse has the best version of the Talk ready. Though he accidentally refers to the babies as coming out as eggs.

I love the idea of LMK! Tang being the kind of parent to have a powerpoint presentation ready for the occassion. He just wants to give the kids the straight facts.

[It’s like the ‘We support Women's Rights and Women's Wrongs!’ Except it’s Macaques.]

Oh gosh, I def can see a few of the Macaques wearing a t-shirt like that. The LMK!Macaques defintely.

Some SWKs oppose the title of "simp", but one look from their respective LEMs just proves the title further.

[call-me-double-trouble]

Double Trouble fankid: Charlatan’s little sibling, Masquerade!

Ohhoho, did you think Charlatan was my ONLY DT kid OC? Think again!

Like Char’s intro, this will be a long post, so all the info on Masquerade is under the cut!

Masquerade, or Quera (pronounced like “Kera”) for short joins the family when Char is 13. Unlike Char, Quera isn’t adopted. I headcanon that DT can reproduce asexually (some lizards can), and that’s how Quera happened. DT was terrified when they first laid the egg. Would it survive? What would they do if it didn’t? How would Char react? Since they weren’t even sure if it’d hatch, they told no one about the egg. They stored it somewhere safe and warm, trying not to get their hopes up in case the baby didn’t make it.

They did eventually tell Char so that he’d have time to mentally prepare. They were worried he’d get jealous, as he always was a little clingy, but Char actually seemed excited about the prospect of a little sibling and vowed to take care of them. They finally told the others when Quera did hatch. Baby Quera was a handful for DT and Char. They took after their moddy more than Char in the troublemaking department, and their favorite thing to do was biting Char (much to his dismay). However, there was one big difference between DT and Quera—despite how much DT loved the sound of their own voice, Quera rarely spoke at all. She just didn’t seem to like speaking very much and preferred to communicate non-verbally when she could. They found it odd at first, but learned how to understand her gestures and didn’t force her to talk when she didn’t want to. With the lack of speaking, her sensitivity to sounds and touch, and her stims, it became apparent early on that she was autistic, but that wasn’t a problem for their family. DT and Char did their part to understand Quera’s needs and how to keep them happy. As Quera got older, they developed a habit of picking on kids twice their size and starting fights with anyone who irritated them. Char did his best to discourage this and teach Quera to communicate her feelings better.

When they found out Quera merely had an interest in fighting, they channeled that with video games at first (which she LOVED), and then training and competitive fighting when she got a little older.

Char and Quera became very close, and Char does his all to take care of her and be there for her. He protects them when need be and helps DT with parenting duties. When Quera acts up, though, Char is quick to yell, “Moddy! Come get your child!” XD

Quera discovered they were agender when they were about 8. As they put it, “Pronouns are just words. They don’t define me. Call me whatever you want.” DT primarily uses they/them, and Char often uses they and she interchangeably.

As an adult, Quera forms a gang in the Crimson Waste and keeps it secret from everyone except DT, Catra, and Finn. Char eventually discovers it as well, and though he doesn’t condone crime (he’s become a hero at this point in time), he won’t snitch on family, and he even acts as her bodyguard every now and then. Besides, Quera doesn’t carry out violent crimes, only theft. She only fights when she needs to, and that’s usually when they encounter rival gangs.

While running their secret crime ring, Quera meets their girlfriend and makes her their right-hand-woman. They’re very much a chaotic crime lesbian duo, and DT loves that for them.

Quera’s weapon of choice is a metal staff that can retract to be travel-sized and has both the ability to cast spells (Quera knows sorcery) and the ability to destroy magic sigils (wouldn’t want to get trapped like their moddy did in season 4). Quera is also known for her strong punches. They’re a lot stronger than they look, though they are still a bit buff under that leather jacket. Though, adult Char looks stronger and scarier than she does, so if they’re in the same room, people mistakenly believe Char is the one they have to worry about. Quera enjoys the element of surprise, though.

Quera can shapeshift just as well as DT can, and Char never really gets to that level. Quera can also act, and they find it easier to talk when pretending to be someone else, but they don’t quite end up doing the same espionage game DT does and never become as good an actor as them. She does prove to have a lovely singing voice, but refuses to sing for anyone other than her loved ones.

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Thank you for reading all that! As alway, if you want to know more about my OCs, feel free to ask! Or if you want to see more drawings or fanfics starring them!

[quirklove]

Hey! May I get some headcannons for Skeptic please? Can they be about the way he hugs, cuddles and kisses please? Thank you! Love your writing btw! <3

abso freaking lutely!! Tomo is my baby boy~

superiority inferiority complex and hidden insecurities??? he doesn’t know her! XD

He’s not very good at being affectionate and romantic in public, for one thing. If you act that way with him where others can see, fine, whatever, it doesn’t really bother him; just don’t expect him to reciprocate, at least not to the degree that you act. Much as he adores you, he doesn’t like seeming vulnerable around other people. That kind of thing can be exploited as a weakness, so he tries to hide it. He’ll return a kiss or give your hand a squeeze, but… there won’t be much passion in public gestures.

Even in private, though, it’s not usually easy for him to relax. Sometimes it feels like if he isn’t constantly working on something, he’s just… failing at life. But of course, that’s precisely the reason he needs to relax a little. He’s nearly always very stiff at first, mumbling some excuse about having something to do, and resisting your touch. It’s as if he has to let himself have ‘permission’ to chill out. Luckily, the simple fact that you want to spend time with him, unadulterated by any kind of responsibilities, often makes him soft. To the point that it’s easier, only around you, to let all the stress and worry melt down into something far more manageable. When he’s with you, he believes that everything else should come second ― time for you is time for you, and his being preoccupied with other things is disrespectful to his beloved. Though it takes practice, to feel his muscles go completely limp under your fingertips is the best.

Tends to rest his head on your shoulder or in your lap during cuddle sessions. Particularly around you, he has been trying to let his walls down a bit, so most of the time when you’re together, (only in private), he silently reminds you that there’s a lot weighing him down. So… he occasionally has to put it all down. The safest way to do so is to let you hold him for  awhile. He likes to watch TV or read books this way, too… snuggled up with you, head nuzzled into your neck or laying atop your thighs. You quiet his mind, somehow, and give him something more gentle to focus on. It’s a good thing he doesn’t have a Quirk which relies on stress to power it, because moments like this take it all away. (He has never been so glad to not be Rikiya Yotsubashi in his life…)

Regardless of anything else, he’s incredibly gentle with you during romantic moments, particularly in public. (Obviously, sex is another story!) He’s careful in where he puts hi hands, he doesn’t dare use any real kind of force, and even if you’re trying to work him up or get his attention, he displays a level of restraint that rivals a vow of celibacy. He does like to hold your hand… well. When he’s able to. Often his own hands are busy with his laptop, so, he can’t always take your hand. It’s a cautious gesture when he does, though.

Hugs from Tomoyasu are… desperate, in a way? Maybe he’s paranoid, but it’s a frequent thought in his mind: I could lose you, couldn’t I? Something could go wrong. And I could lose you. And it would be my fault that I didn’t ― couldn’t ― keep you safe. He knows he’s physically not the strongest person, and… while his Quirk is powerful, it really doesn’t tie directly into strength. He’s convinced he can’t do anything to protect you, so instead, he holds onto you tightly when he can. It scares him, the thought that a failure of his could lead to something bad happening to you. So he clings to you. He holds you in his arms for much longer than most people would consider a hug to last. With him, it’s more of a standing cuddle, except all his muscles are tensed with this singular purpose of holding you as close as possible. He nestles his face against your neck, rubs his hands up and down the small of your back, pats between your shoulder blades. It’s technically a hug! Just… a very, very long one.

Suffice it to say, his ‘hug’ is enough of an emotionally-charged romantic gesture that he doesn’t hug you like this around other people. When he does hug you in public, it’s nothing like his real hugs. In public, it’s fleeting, casual; more often than not, just a one-armed return to a hug you’ve given him. His arm loops around your waist briefly, maybe a quick squeeze, before he pulls away to continue whatever else he’s doing. His hugs in public and private are like night and day.

His kisses work in a similar way to his hugs. In public? You’ll be lucky if you get a peck on the cheek. It lasts half a second, tops… though, if he happens to be around the rest of the MLA and them only, he will occasionally be holding your hand, and tug it upwards to brush his lips over your knuckles. Kissing a partner’s hand is quite romantic, isn’t it? Particularly given his focus on hands in general, considering how much he uses his own, mirroring it and giving some attention to your hands is a bit of a significant gesture for him, even if it doesn’t last long.

Privately, his kisses are so, so, so needy. He kisses you as if he thinks you’re going off to war, like he’s never going to see you again. Of course, that’s only if the two of you have more than a moment to spare. Because those private, true kisses of his are so desperate, he takes a while to get through them. He might kiss you in long intervals, broken only by the need to catch his breath, drawn out over… twenty minutes, half an hour, or more than an hour. Or he might go intense in a different way, catching your lips with his over and over quickly, like machine-gun fire, and he’ll need to ‘reload’ every few minutes. Either way, he typically ends up quietly panting for breath, with his forehead leaned against yours and clasping your hand, softly begging you, “Do it again. Kiss me again.” Even if he can’t breathe, he wants more; unintentionally self-destructive, he would probably beg you for a kiss even if he knew it would kill him. He just… needs to know that you’re here. That you’re still here. That he hasn’t transformed himself into someone utterly incapable of being loved.

[arceespinkgun]

I feel like most of the TFA fandom is sleeping on shipping Optimus and Sentinel. They're a jerkass idealist trying to be a hero paired with his rival/school friend who slowly reveals he still has a soft spot for him over time. They were best friends who fell apart over a tragedy but still try to reach out to each other. They try to show each other they care but are idiots so they keep screwing it up. The show accidentally devoted waaaay more time to the two of them rebuilding their relationship than it did to the hero's love interest (I am so sorry Blackarachnia, but you dodged a bullet). They're literally a red guy and a blue guy—I mean, they're both uptight so the personalities for that trope don't check out, but still. The two of them have crashed suggestively into each other. Sentinel touches Optimus and gets close to him all the time. Optimus smiles and smirks so much because of Sentinel. One of the last things to ever happen in canon is the two of them going on a fancy date.

SenOp is pining best friends to lovers. Rivals to lovers. Idiots to lovers. An office relationship. School friends with romantic tension. Two tsunderes in love. Two himbos in love. It has everything XD

[vulpiximisa]

I*Chu review

*tsundere voice* I’m just here for colorful boys, not the idols, baka. 

No but in all honesty, I am trying to fill the gap that Idolish7 has filled. I only briefly glanced at the seiyuu list before going in, so it wasn’t like I did it for them. (Seeing the familiar favs is a reason to start though.)

Anyway from the get go, the biggest problem is, TOO MANY DAMN BOYS. That’s the problem with these series where theyre based on mobile games where they can sell as many units as possible but if you want a neat concise story of 12 episodes, I think you should make some sacrifices and cut some screen time.

So if you want the story to be focused around Fire Fenix, I think you can definitely cut Ars, Re:Berserk and the damn twins. Already that’s 11 boys less, out of the 29 that’s appeared. (I’m not going to count Alchemist, they only showed up for a few seconds in the last ep.) Yeah like, RIP to the fans that wanted to see them, but you either have to appeal to the audience that hasn’t played the game, or only appeal to the ones that have. Lancelot isn’t that huge in FF’s development but I think some interaction with Tenjou Tenge is nice. 

With the amount of boys, one of the only ways I can distinguish from the lot is by seiyuu first, and then their gimmicks. If you picked them out of the groups though, I probably would not be able to tell who they were. (Leon in IB vs Tora in ArS vs Ban in ReB, Raku in Ars vs Rabi in IB). 

I say cut them, but they really could just reduce their screen time, or just have them as easter eggs for the fans that do know who they are, and not have them be in all the episodes. (Like in Heroine, if you do know the other HoneyWorks charas, good for you, if you don’t then theyre just minor charas.) The beach episode could have been fun but it was a little too much at times. (A little like StarMyu S2 and 3, way too many boys they want to keep relevant despite their story being done.)

It’s wrong to compare any idol anime to Idolish7 because I7 is more about the character drama versus every other idol anime where they work hard to do their thing. I find that I actually don’t care about any of that at all XD;;; From things like Show By Rock (less about idols but still about music performances), Heroine Tarumono, UniteUp, Eternal Boys, and the few episodes of IM@s Side M, I find that I don’t think I need to see the performances, and I don’t care about their struggle to getting famous? (Selling CDs, pleasing fans, etc.) 

As for the characters, I did want to like Seiya, as my KENN bias is huge. Seiya is okay though. I think I enjoy Akira a bit more, his episode was super cute and probably the first time I laughed a lot for the show. I wanted a little more from Kanata too, though his problems seemed to have been resolved pretty early by Seiya. (A little bias towards him too because his seiyuu voiced Kota in KonoOto, the cute one!!!) Seiya’s slump by Tsubaki’s words was something I thought I would have liked but I guess I’ve seen it enough that it didn’t touch me as much as it could have. I love seeing a genki boy in shambles, but it didn’t really do it for me somehow. 

I like Noah a lot, even though he didn’t really do much. I guess the noble rival role isn’t a big thing for me but seeing that he was childhood friends with Seiya was the seller. They didn’t go too deep into that unfortunately, but from the few scenes that we were given, how he tried to cheer Seiya up in his slump, I liked that. Which is unfortunate because the rest of IB doesn’t really interact outside of the group. (Minus the Lucas and Issei ep.) 

I also really like Kokoro! Now before you ask why I like him but hate Kujo Tenn, I do have an Ayu bias, and Kujo Tenn isn’t kawaii as fuck. XD;;; Kujo Tenn is a little too intense for me, in the way that he serves the fans. Kokoro is dedicated, but you see him get down. Him walking 5 thousand miles to make it to his event and almost losing it when the melon pan got ran over, I was sold. I liked his little “I don’t need anyone else on stage” but has friends outside, but I think they could have taken a little more time to develop on that. We do see Momo and Runa early enough but they joined PopnStar so suddenly. Like do they even have singing/idol experience?

I think The Twins are a waste of space. We could have had the beach episode without them lol. Okay but also, I think they could have rewritten the beach episode. Have them play up the horror factor more. Instead of seeing the captured boys be told by Kuma to prank them, have us focus on the group that doesn’t know and then drop hints here and there that the scary things we see are actually not dangerous. Runa walking around calmly can stay. You could still have the touching twins scene at the end with Mutsuki knowing that it was Satsuki, surprising both the group and the audience. 

What I do like about the amount of boys is the cross interactions. (ChaoYang and Akio) Aside from just the leaders interacting (Seiya and Noah, Seiya and Kokoro), my favorite cross unit interaction is Kanata and Momo, soooo cute!!! I did say to cut Ars because I don’t think they really contributed too much in the entire story, but I guess giving Akira some drinking buddies was fun. 

Okay so, I still wasn’t sure what an IChu is, but apparently it's the term for “an idol egg”, so they’re not really full blown idols yet, and that’s why they're at school? Or something? So I see that IChu is actually a game about raising Idols AND dating them? I mean, I’m glad the anime just went with the raising them part, I didn’t know what the series was about so I thought they were just going to school, I didn’t know some of them were of drinking age. That throwing me off is always funny. (My first impression of the I7 boys vs the UtaPri boys is always hilarious.)

It’s unfair of me to want to expect something different from a series that is played straight up. Not me projecting Monokuma on Principal Kuma Kocho (the subs said it, not me) and actually expecting the series to take a dark turn. XD;;;; There was one scene of Producer CV Megumi Toyoguchi and Kuma Kocho in the office while ominous music played and I was like, this is it, the killing game is starting. XD;;;;

I liked that Tenjou Tenge won the right to sound carnival, and I did expect them to bring the rest of the group there but I didn’t like the way it was done. (The audience was screaming for an encore for almost 20 minutes, how can you leave them waiting while youre having a grand speech backstage and wait for 20+ boys to get dressed to perform.) I really liked the final performance outfits though, but I still can’t stand the number of boys present. It wasn’t like the end of UniteUp where it felt like the group performance was earned. Also because it was a new song and not the opening song, which I thought they were going to do. 

Idolish7 has conditioned me into not expecting the full performances, so when I am seeing a large part of the performance, I feel like it’s not necessary. ^^;;; It’s not IChu’s fault, because before I7, I would have expected to see the song and dance. Maybe because IChu’s song variety is not that wide, as everyone only has the one song, so it does get a little stale by the third or fourth time. Or perhaps only show when the performances are relevant. Like in Bakuten (not idol but), where you see the boys practice from time to time but you don’t see the full performance until they do it for the competition, so it feels more important. Even Eternal Boys had small performance times unless it’s relevant.

I don’t hate song and dance, but sometimes it’s like, do we need to see this, does it add to the story? (I guess it’s more immersive?) Kokoro’s first performance was to show that his resolve was stronger than the newbie IChus, yet when he performed again after his crazy trek across miles, it was the same exact performance and animation. It didn’t feel like it was intense either? They could have changed it a little or not show Kokoro's first performance. Also all their performances for Sound Carnival could have been better performed (?), but it was just the same performances/animation we have already seen. But the fact that they had all 2D dances without resorting to CG models was impressive, so I’ll give them that.

Uhhhhhh, not sure if I have anything else to rant about, but IChu was a nice run, a little forgettable in my mind. I probably won’t be thinking about them after a few weeks unless otherwise. If they do want to make a second season I’ll watch it of course, but it didn’t bring anything new to the table for me. The abundance of popular seiyuu might have saved it, but the anime itself didn’t want to make me play the game, just yearn for a better anime. 

[sugoi-and-spice]

Chapter Two - Awakening

Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader, (3rd Person)

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad's boss's son. He was the creep that stole girls' underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it's not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn't sleep with him, right? ...right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love

A/N: Not me testing out different posting times because I need to catch up on posting the four chapters that are already up on AO3 to Tumblr. xD Enjoy!

Read Full Chapter on AO3

[EXCERPT]

“Ohhh yeah. That’s real fucking nice.”

She looked away, cheeks burning, unable to watch Shigaraki kneel down in front of her. Her hands trembled as she held her school skirt up for him, just as he’d ordered. 

“But white panties?” he snorted, “Just who are you trying to fool?”

This was getting really old, really fucking fast. He’d already spent a good twenty minutes pawing at her chest like a monkey with a soccer ball. Squeezing and twisting and burying his face in with reckless abandon, all the while making those disparaging stupid little comments.

She had to hold back a whimper as he suddenly ran his thumb along her panty line.

“Hey.” he spat, “Don’t fucking look away.”

She turned her head back down, staring blankly at his fingers swirling and prodding with abandon. If she just watched his hands, maybe she could pretend that they were attached to somebody else. It was a little easier to do now. He’d cut his nails since yesterday, albeit unevenly and right down to the nub.

Like he’d been expecting this to happen.

His middle finger stroked a particularly sweet spot, causing her to close her eyes with a sigh. She could work with this. If this was all she had to endure, maybe she could get through this experience without gagging.

“The fuck did I just say? Look me in the eye.”

Her brows furrowed. She regretfully batted her eyes open. As slow as possible. Anything to delay the sight of the awful, arrogant red of his eyes.

Shigaraki grinned, wide and horrible. A juvenile little giggle slipped through the corners of his lips as he saw the indignation in her eyes.

“Oh come on, those can’t be your bedroom eyes.” he said, “Let me see the real look you give when all those jocks fuck you.”

God, why did he keep saying shit like that? Calling her a slut, negging her about her “filthy little body” — about her sex life.

A sex life that if this incel bastard had any ability to understand body language or social dynamics, he’d realize was completely nonexistant. Of course, if the man had had any semblance of social intelligence, she probably wouldn’t even be in this situation right now. Regardless, the fact remained:

She was a virgin.

And yet he continued, “Fuck are you this wet for everyone, or am I just special?”

“Oh you’re special alright.” she spat, “You fucking freak.”

Shigaraki’s eyes narrowed, “You know, I think we should put that mouth of yours to better work.”

He flopped back into his floor rocker, man-spreading wide and expectant. Her nose crinkled as she looked at the stretch of floor in between his legs — that grimey, crusty looking carpet that she was positive would rival a Jackson Pollock under a black light. She could feel her stomach churning at the idea of touching it already, and that was without Shigaraki’s cock in her mouth.

“Hurry up!”

She glared at him, “I… I’m not touching that floor.”

Shigaraki snorted, “Don’t be cute. I’m positive you’ve sucked dick on worse.”

“I haven’t.” she deadpanned.

Shigaraki started to scratch at his neck, quickly growing annoyed, “You wanna be picky? Fine, pick where you want to bend over and I’ll fuck you in the ass and be done with it.”

Her chest tightened. There was really no getting out of this, she knew that already. But whatever hope she had of having even a semblance of control over this situation, of maintaining even a shred of dignity — it all evaporated into thin air.

And so she lowered to her knees miserably. The floor was just as caked and sticky as she feared it would be, and the smell was even worse. She crawled up between Shigaraki’s legs, the tacky fibers of the carpet clinging to her palms every time she lifted one over the other.

She stopped just before the outstretch of his knees, her stomach growing even heavier as she came mere inches away from the erection straining against his joggers — not to mention the feverish, expectant grin attached to it.

Steeling herself with a shaky inhale, she reached forward and clutched the waistband of his joggers. She dipped her fingers a bit deeper, searching for the underwear that she’d need to pull down as well.

She didn’t find them.

“What’re you worried about your sperm count or something?” she spat.

Shigaraki’s grin widened, “I guess you’ll find out, won’t you?”

She bit back her next insult, predicting that he only had the patience for a quip or two more before he turned aggressive again. And pushing him to that point wouldn’t do her any favors. She just needed to suck his dick and get this over with. She might’ve been a virgin too, but this man was a fucking virgin amongst virgins — there was no way he’d last more than a couple seconds. She just had to get in and get out, like ripping off a band-aid. 

A horribly pale, crusty, and demeaning band-aid.

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The Sakamaki brothers seeing their s/o having their blood sucked by another diaboy x reader oneshots

I went with the rivals/sometimes rivals of each diaboy. Laito doesn’t really have a rival though so I just chose the diaboy who in general antagonizes all the other diaboys

BEFORE reading this post, guess who the diaboy I’m talking about is! AFTER you read the post comment if you got it right or if you got it wrong tell me who you thought I was talking about and why! XD

Mukami, Tsukinami and Kino version is linked at the end!

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Shu

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After Kanato started in with his tantrum, Shu had left the dining room and was wandering through the halls in the mansion, looking for a suitable place to take a nap. He slid down the wall and stretched his legs out, closing his eyes. “Reiji-! Let-go!” Shu’s eyes snapped open, fear and anger rising in his chest. Shu instantly found where Reiji was, sucking your blood with a self-satisfied expression. He dropped you unceremoniously, giving Shu a spiteful smile, letting your blood drip from his fangs. Shu growled and shoved Reiji away. “For a person who likes to act all high and mighty, you’re pathetic.” Reiji’s grin dropped and was replaced with a hateful sneer. “I was giving you a lesson, you good-for-nothing!” Shu was hardly listening, picking you up and cradling you in his strong arms. He turned and started to leaving the room but paused and turned his head back to tell Reiji one thing. “If you hate me, fine, but don’t touch her.”

Reiji

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Reiji was fixing the furniture after another one of Subaru’s outbursts when he heard a feminine cry of pain. Immediately abandoning his chores, Reiji ran up the stairs to find you trapped in Shu’s arms as he sucked your blood. Shu looked up at Reiji with bored eyes and dropped you on the floor with no care. Reiji bent down on one knee. “You worthless-!” “I was just thirsty. I’m going to sleep now.” Reiji’s fury increased. “You good-for-nothing!” He spat venomously. Shu ignored him, already putting in his earbuds and walking out the room. Reiji stroked your hair and licked the bite mark - though he was disgusted to be licking a mark that worthless man made - knowing his healing saliva would quickly heal the injury. Reiji picked you up and laid you on the couch. “Don’t worry about him,” Reiji told you softly, stroking your hair again. “I won’t let you out of my sight.”

Ayato

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Ayato wandered through the halls of the school. “Oi! Come here so you can make Yours Truly takoyaki!” He bared his fangs in irritation. Where were you? He then heard shallow breathing and whimpers of pain from a seemingly empty classroom to his left. Ayato barged in and saw Ruki clutching you tightly as he drank your blood. “You fucking bastard!” Ayato shouted. He ran forward and tried to punch Ruki who deflected the blow easily. He growled and teared you away from him, causing you to gasp in pain. He held you in his arms and started licking the wound to heal you. Ruki began to leave. “Don’t go near her again!”

Kanato

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“Azusa...stop...!” “I’m sorry...Eve...but Ruki said...I must become...Adam...” Kanato burst in and started pummeling Azusa fiercly. You recovered from the slight blood loss. “Wait, Kanato!” Kanato glared at you. “Why are you protecting him? Do you love him?” “No, I don’t, I just-“ “SHUT UP!” Kanato beat Azusa repeatedly. Ruki grabbed him from behind and shoved him away while Yuma picked up Azusa’s significantly smaller frame as Kou looked on protectively. The four Mukami brothers teleported away without a word, but glaring at you and Kanato. Kanato grabbed you and bit into you painfully. “Please accept your punishment and I may forgive you.”

Laito

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“Nfu, where’s my Little Bitch? I’d love to see her try on this new lingerie fufu...” Laito walked around the mansion until his incredibly hearing picked up the sound of someone gulping a liquid and your whines of unmistakable pain. Laito’s eyes widened and he instantly teleported into the room you were in. He tore Kino away from you and cradled you gently in his arms. “My little princess...I’ll take care of you.” Laito lifted you into his arms and rested you safely on the bed in the room. He turned to Kino. “Who are you? Don’t touch her again!” Kino let out a dark chuckle. “Oh, you’ll know me soon enough, as the one who inherited Karlheinz’s powers, brother.” With an unsettling grin, the vampire disappeared. Laito blinked. Brother?

Subaru

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Subaru had good protective instincts. He was on his feet and running even before he heard your cries of pains. He slammed the door open and saw Kou, that flashy Mukami asshole, sucking your blood. “YOU FUCKIN’ ASSHOLE!” Subaru shouted, running towards Kou. “LET GO OF HER!” Kou smiled and set you down. Subaru stopped in his tracks and leaned down to make sure you were okay. “Did you enjoy my little performance, Subaru-kun?” Subaru growled and tried to punch Kou, who dodged his fist. “You must really been in love. Too bad I might take her away from you. She’ll choose an idol over you.” Subaru roared and tried to attack Kou but he teleported away. You let out a quiet whine and Subaru held you in his arms. It was his fault, he let you out of his sight. He picked you up and teleported to his room, where he set you down carefully on his bed. Never again will you be out of his sight. He sat down and put his head in his hands, breathing heavily. Fear overtook him. Would you choose Kou over him? Subaru almost laughed bitterly. Why wouldn’t you? Subaru was a monster and Kou was an idol.

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Remember to do the guessing game I mentioned at the beginning ❤️

[lochrannn]

Fic Masterlist

These are all Lila/Diego. The majority are one shots but I have a few series and multy chapter fics. All these fics have been written before S3 and contain only minor speculation on what that might contain (if any).

There are 64 fics on my ao3, I’m not listing each individually, but go take a look if you’re interested. And like .. you know, come over and comment and kudos and so on. This is not a huge ship fandom, I am very starved for interaction XD

To His Mistress is a series of 17 one shots (so far), kicked off by two multi-chapter fics, that is basically speculation on how they might get back together after dealing with the sparrows and getting back to the original timeline where everything is normal and they can live their lives. And they do. Just loads of little romantic moment. (ratings range from G to E)

Multichapter fics:

White Horses: fake married while still being exes fic. They have to solve a commission case on a Caribbean cruise in the 90s. It’s also slow burn. It’s probably the fic I’m most proud of. (rated T)

Kiss me more: 5 times Diego and Lila kiss when they’re not actually together + 1 (rated M)

Plot Twist: (AU) Lila becomes alotment neighbours with the Hargreeves in a community garden and a Pride and Prejudice inspired romance blooms (pun intended). (rated T)

Till the USCIS do us part: (AU) Lila suggests to her flat mate / landlord, Diego, that he could marry her for money so she can stay in the country. The only complicating factor is that they’ve already slept together and then never really talked about it. Slow Burn, Fake Marriage again, the whole shabang (mostly rated M)

Sun, and Moon, and Stars Decay: (AU) Lila and the Hargreeves are competing space scavengers. They get thrown in to a shared adventure, only none of his siblings know that Diego had a thing with Lila and has totally fallen for her. (rated T with smutty bookend one shots that are hardly plot relevant)

I kept your dreams with me, babe (and I put them with my own): (AU) Christmas Fic; Lila finds someone to bring home to her judgmental mother that will get the biggest rise out of her. Fake dating; slow burn; childhood bed sharing. (rated T)

Series:

AU_gust 21: I wrote 29 fics for this challange (ratings vary)

Whumptober 21: I wrote three fics for whumptober (all rated T)

Stand alone one shots rated T or lower:

Don’t turn this into a spectacle: Lila finds out Diego wears glasses. (rated T)

My sweetest friend: Lila gets hurt and Diego takes care of her. (rated G)

Drenched: Another speculative reunion fic to the prompt “lets get you out of these wet clothes”. (rated T)

I just want somone to talk to and a little of that human touch: 5 times Lila pats Diego on the head and 1 time she needs a little bit of comfort. (rated G)

Stand alone one shots rated M:

Étendre: (AU) Lila is a balerina at the end of her career who finds herself wanting to get revenge on her mother/coach. So she finds a modern dance competition she wants to take part in and enlists a rival studio’s disgraced dancer.

We need a distraction: They haven’t seen each other since the barn but they both get captured by the Sparrows and now Lila is in excrutiating pain and Diego has an unconventional tactic of helping her

Smut (some of the plot descriptions might contain references to sex)

All the PWP (some of these might be already contained in other series)

When the rain washes you clean, you’ll know: Fighting the Sparrows, Diego and Lila get separated from the others and find a place to hide and change their appearance; contains shower sex. (rated E)

Super Massive Black Hole: Space AU sex (rated E)

Hold on: That night in Dallas (rated E)

Sweater Weather: Diego can’t resist Lila in her silly cardigen, well it is all she’s wearing. (rated M)

I’ll crawl home to her: Lila is horny and can’t resist Diego in a tux. (rated M)

Baby, keep loving me: Lila wants to try out getting choked.

Porn with some plot (some of these might be already contained in other series)

Hellhound on my trail: Diego is being a grump in the world and Lila gets turned on by it. (rated M)

Kiss with a fist: Lila has a bad day and Diego has an unconventional method of trying to make things better (rated M)

[fic-dumpster]

hello, a question if there were powers like (bnha) how would be bonten with powers ??? I think that the reader would be a cure for his soft and shy personality but of the boys

Omg… I suck at giving powers… but let’s see…

If anyone wants to add something pls do!!! I wanna see what powers yall think they would have.

Headcanons under the cut | Based on my AU Deer in headlights

Mikey would have something like Izuku’s all for one… yeah… Mikey’s not very tall and doesn’t look as threatening as the rest (at first sight), so nobody would expect to be sent flying through three Tokyo skyscrapers with just one flick of his wrist.

Sanzu... Oh fuck... Ahaha... *imagination running wild* He probably has some strange power. Sanzu needs to kill first to use them, turns his victims into pills, and can borrow their abilities for a while when he takes those pills.

Takeomi has this smoke release ability. And depending on what kind of cigarettes he uses, the effect of the smoke changes. Like mint flavor ones, turn it into a cold mist(freezes ppl), and so on. Idk some explode, burn, sleeping stuff...

Rindou, for some reason, I can see him turning parts of his body into water or a substance like water (maybe a little thicker) at will. He can wrap himself around his enemies, bent, break bones, etc., etc. He works better in combination with his brother tho.

Ran has somewhat of a magnetic ability. He can control metal as long as it has a cylindric shape. Send it flying, bend it however he likes. So when Rindou is wrapped around someone, Ran can go in and attack; imagine being choked as slim metal rods(they don’t hurt water Rindou) pierce skin👀, go through organs. They’re suitable for torturing... yeah…

Mochi is like a hulk of sorts but in red. More like a demon… yeah, demon features, yellow eyes and all that. He has no control over this form, that’s why he stays clam in his jumare form. Well, that was until doe came into the picture. She can soothe that bloodlust.

Kokonoi can burn things and turn them into gold, but only on certain days of the month, prob works with the faces of the moon. If he does it when it's not the time, the things/ppl will just burn and turn into ashes.

Kakucho has this beast mode, between a lion and a wolf; that's why he always uses little to no clothes. Just like Mochi, he didn't have control over it. Could go on a rampage for weeks, and none could stop him. (Mikey used him to exterminate rival gangs. The legendary beast of Bonten). Kakucho struggled with it until you came. Peace of mind and at heart.

Doe... has a soothing personality, yes, so for her ability, I think she has a touch-related power. She sees what they need the most at that moment, and her ability provides it. But only works on people she has feelings with. Her ability goes hand to hand with how she sees and how she feels about someone. They want to be healed? Touch and puff. XD

[mango-bango-bby]

Could I request some head cannons for Mirio with a darling who is terrified of him? Not just because of him hurting his rivals, but also because of how bold and social he is. They even start to cry and scream if he tries to touch them or they start to get nervous when he holds a conversation for too long, because I'm like that and I swear to god I can piss off him so quickly XD

♡ Mirio With A Darling Who Is Scared of Him ♡

(A/N: Yes, I’m posting another BNHA fic!!! I don’t have meant Haikyuu requests once again so I’m posting another BNHA fic 💖 This ended up being super SUPER short,, I really didn’t know what to add so it ended up being more of a Drabble. I’m really really sorry about that. I almost scrapped this whole idea but I decided to put this out anyways.)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, reader is very scared

Summary: Mirio with a darling who is scared of him (Yan!Mirio x GN!reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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♡ Mirio probably won’t even notice that you’re terrified of him! He’s quite delusional so he just think you’re shy!

♡ You’re just so shy that you shake when he hugs you, that is how he justifies your fear in his mind. Perhaps deep down he knows that you’re scared of him, but he ignores it and convinces himself that’s not the case.

♡ You had a right to be scared of him, he did kidnap you after all! However it wasn’t really that that scared you. Yes it scared you as well.And so did the idea that he could hurt people who you cared about.

♡ However his attitude also scared you. He was to loud, often moving to much, being way to touchy. It just freaked you out!

♡ Mirio tries you write off your fear as shyness but he does try to comfort you. He tries to show you that you have nothing to be scared of! He just wants to love you so he doesn’t really understand why you’re so scared. But he’ll comfort you as best he can!

♡ He gets you things he’ll know you’ll like, he’ll get you comfort food or your favorite foods, he brings you things from your old home, and give you comforting words. Overall he just wants to make you feel comfortable, he wants and needs to show you that he’s not a threat.

♡ Please don’t cry so much when he’s near you. It hurts him so much, he absolutely hates seeing your beautiful face covered in tears. He wants to wipe the tears off your face but he knows how much worse that will make it. It really, really hurts him.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

[darth-tella]

for the prompts: 10. not wearing that for ten & donna (maybe with a little tenrose flavor, if you feel like it!)

Oops, I dumped in a lot of tenrose flavour. But Donna's there too so... XD

Disco Fever

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How did he let himself get roped into these things? One moment he was ready to whisk Rose and Donna away to the cliffs of G’tsio to watch a triple solar eclipse, the next they were setting a course to Earth in the 1970’s because the girls wanted to go dancing. The Doctor supposed he had himself to blame. He had been blasting Dancing Queen whilst working on the TARDIS console when he thought the two of them were asleep and that’s what gave the girls the idea to go to a genuine disco.

A very excited Rose and Donna headed down to the wardrobe and had a grand time picking out outfits. The Doctor nearly choked on his own tongue when he saw Rose in that sparkly halter top, tiny miniskirt and go-go boots. Donna went for a slightly more conservative outfit with a flower-patterned top, flared trousers and platform shoes.

“Well, have fun you two. Don’t stay out too late, and don’t make me have to synthesize an LSD antidote.” The Doctor smiled at them as he ushered them out the doors. But Rose didn’t budge.

“Aren’t you coming along?” She asked. For a moment, the Doctor seriously considered her offer. There Rose was in the tiniest of tiniest outfits that could draw in some lecherous characters. But then again, Rose wasn’t easily swayed; and her slap rivaled her mother’s. Plus, Donna would be with her. They’d be fine. Then again, he could be the one dancing with Rose, getting to feel how soft all that exposed skin was…

No. No, no, no, no, no! NO!

Rose was his friend. How dare he be thinking like that!

“Nah, you two run along. I’ll be fine here. I’m not much of a dancer this time around.”

“Liar.” Donna scoffed, “You were dancin’ up a storm just a little while ago. Although, you did kind of look like one of them inflatable tube men they put outside shops flailing around.” The Doctor just rolled his eyes at her.

“Well, if you say you’ve lost the moves…” Rose shrugged. Oh, not fair. Not fair at all.

“I never said I lost the moves!”

“And it’s not exactly like you to be shy.” Donna added. Blimey! Now they were ganging up on him!

“Oh, all right…” He affected a sigh and reached for his overcoat that was hanging over the rail, But Rose stopped him.

“You’re not going dressed like that. People will think you’re a cop or somethin’.”

And just like that, he found himself getting dragged into the wardrobe room.

The TARDIS was obviously also having a laugh at his expense. A midnight blue leisure suit, white platform shoes and gold chain were laid out for him.

“I am NOT wearing that!” The Doctor shook his head adamantly, “Too much polyester.” He shuddered.

“Yeah, you’d probably scare everyone away if you wore that.” Donna quipped.

“What about this then?” Rose picked a dark red shirt, high-waisted black trousers and black platform boots. It was still extremely tacky and probably also 100% polyester, but it was at least somewhat more palatable. The trousers weren’t those flared monstrosities the leisure suit had. The Doctor still wanted to argue. There really wasn’t anything wrong with his suit, but Rose’s smile melted his resolve. He took the outfit from her and retreated to the changing room.

He caught a glimpse of himself in the three-way mirror after he changed. He looked absolutely ridiculous! The things he did to make Rose happy…

Stepping back into the main wardrobe, he caught Rose’s smile. A warm fuzzy feeling developed in his chest right between his hearts. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Hold on, final touch.” Donna’s voice started him, and before he had a chance to react she had placed something firmly on his head and was now pressing some hairy object to his face just below his nose. “There you go.” Donna smiled devilishly at him, and Rose was laughing so hard she could hardly breathe. The Doctor ran back to the mirror and gaped at himself in horror. He suddenly had a hideous mullet and fake moustache.

“I’ll bet you a hundred quid you can’t keep those on all night.” Donna laughed. The Doctor groaned. Of course, she would appeal to his competitive nature. The moustache itched like crazy, and he looked like a sleazy porno star, but he wasn’t about to let Donna win, no matter how idiotic he looked! A pair of sunglasses caught his eye and he slid them on.

“Two hundred quid.”

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The Doctor would be forced to admit later that he had far more fun than he expected. Rose had no problem being his dance partner the entire night and even well into the next morning; except, it was an entirely different kind of dancing then. The Doctor did indeed find out just how incredibly soft Rose’s skin was.

As for that two hundred quid, well, that had to come out of Rose’s purse. The moustache tickled her nose a little too much.

Donna never forced her to pay up. She was just relieved those two boneheads finally stopped tiptoeing around their feelings.

yeeeeaaah.... I couldn’t resist.

[comm-caribou]

the hesitation before introducing them like “name, this is my family. guys, this is my… um, this is name.” for Juliette and Digger for the high school AU?

Oh ho! I know a perfect way to use this prompt that doesn’t contradict with Meeting the Parents! Please know I am extremely giddy over this now 😆😆

Writing Prompts here!

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Adrenaline pumped through Juliette’s veins as she held her hand back. Her eyes trained on the girl running first leg, then passing to second, then to third, coming right for her.

Taking a few starting steps forward, she passed the baton one second after their rival school took off.

Gripping the metallic white and gold rod, Juliette took off fast on the red track.

She zoned out all the outside noises, and kept her eyes trained on the back of that girl running ahead of her.

The space closing between them, but not quick enough.

Her foot hit finished just two seconds before Juliette’s.

They slowed their pace into grass, panting as a volunteer read off their times on the crinkly, old loudspeaker that faced the metal bleachers.

“Hey,” first place panted, “good race.”

“Good race,” Juliette smiled.

Before she could say more, her team swept her up congratulating her and her team for first place in their event.

Juliette only got two words from her relay team in passing, “nice try.”

She sighed, turning in her baton and going to field side.

Boomerang ran over, holding up his hand, “second place, Princess! Way to go!”

A smile formed on her face as she hit his hand with her’s.

Mirage leaned off the railing, “that was amazing! Your feet barely touched the ground!”

On the cracking speakers, they announced boys next.

Juliette turned to the field, seeing Zombie warm up at start, Mutt waiting at second leg, Digger stretching at third, and Calico expecting his nails at final leg.

Despite all the boys on the field, she still looked at Digger.

He was getting into his zone. Stretching his calves as he muttered whatever his current warmup song was.

“Stop staring,” Boomerang nudged her, “I’m cuter than that jock.”

She giggled, turning to Boomerang, “well, we’ll always have forensics fourth period.”

Boomerang rolled his eyes, “why did we even watch that movie in that class?”

The start gun went off, and off they went.

Juliette’s gaze fell back on Digger, taking in his cute, determined furrow of his brow and adorable little bounce he did as Mutt grew closer.

He took off the second that baton hit his palm, and she couldn’t suppress her smile as he ran full speed to Calico.

“Don’t drool,” Boomerang whispered.

“I’m not!” Juliette blushed.

Digger handed the baton off, and Calico took off passing first in just two steps and leaving them all in the dust as he broke their record, again.

The home team cheered, and their school lost it with wild screaming and chanting for Calico, who—in typical Calico fashion—rolled his eyes and ignored them all as he high-fived Hound and took back his sweatshirt.

Digger jogged off the field with Mutt, making v-line to her.

“Hi,” Digger grabbed a towel from his duffel bag, “you did great, Angel.”

“Thank you,” Juliette smiled as her phone dinged.

She took it out as Digger dabbed his forehead.

Cosmos: your parents are here.

Cosmos: back of the bleachers by the school crest.

Juliette groaned.

“What?” Mutt asked, “bad news?”

“My parents are here,” Juliette looked at Digger.

Digger frowned, “I’ll make myself scarce.”

“What?” Mutt exclaimed, “why? Digger is great!”

“My mom was friends with Mika’s mom,” Juliette said.

“Oh osik,” Boomerang’s eyes widened.

“We didn’t have sex in a stairwell last year,” Digger groaned, “no one ever believes me.”

“I believe you,” Juliette brushed her hand over his, “my mom is just…”

“Scary.” Digger nodded, “I know.”

Zombie jogged over, “coach wants us, boys.”

“See you later, Angel,” Digger sighed.

“See you,” she frowned.

Juliette: Thanks for the heads up.

Cosmos: Don’t thank me

Cosmos: Fury spotted them. I was doing homework xD

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The meet wrapped up, and Juliette walked up the bleachers to where Fury was guarding her stuff and reading their assigned English book.

“How is it?” Juliette stole his sweater and threw it on.

“Very unusual,” he hummed. “You ran great today.”

“I wasn’t fast enough to get us first,” she grumbled.

“Second leg was practically speed walking,” Fury closed his book, “you and third leg pulled all the weight.”

She smiled, “thanks, Fury.”

“Anytime,” he stood up.

Cosmos led her parents down to them, and her father was beaming.

“Ad’ika,” he held out his arms, “you were great!”

“Thank you, buir,” she hugged him, “I didn’t know you two were coming. I thought you were still out of town.”

“Came back a day early just to see you,” he declared. “Surprised?”

“Very,” she said.

Digger ran up the stairs, talking on his phone as he jogged past them. She heard him mention math homework, meaning he was looking for where Mirage disappeared to.

“So many Fetts,” her mother muttered.

“Mom!” Juliette barked.

Cosmos and Fury just awkwardly picked up their things, pretending they didn’t hear her.

“I’m just saying,” she rolled her eyes, “calm down, Juliette.”

Digger walked by, muttering song lyrics as he passed.

Her dad whipped around, “is that Mando’a?”

Digger paused, “yes, sir.”

Juliette shyly got between them, “Digger, this is my family. Guys, this is my…” I can’t say boyfriend! “Um, this is Digger.”

“Nice to meet you,” her buir shook his hand.

“Digger?” Her thought for a moment, “where have I heard that name before?”

Digger quickly said, “I was in the paper last week for breaking a discus record. Perhaps that is what you’re thinking of?”

She nodded, but Juliette could tell she was playing along and knew better.

“Digger!” Hound yelled, “our ride is here!”

“Coming!” Digger called, “a pleasure to meet you both.”

Juliette smiled, but already was dreading the ride home.

Cosmos must’ve sensed it, and asked, “Mr. Trix, could I have a ride home please?”

“Sure,” her father said, “always happy to. Fury, what about you?”

“I’m fine.” He answered, then said to Juliette, “I’ll get my sweater back later. Be safe.”

Fury walked off, with his bag tossed over his shoulder.

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Cosmos: She knows.

Juliette: She definitely knows.

Juliette: And she’s going to kill me.

Cosmos chewed on his cheek, and began patting his pockets like he was looking for something.

“Mr. Trix,” Cosmos said, “I think I left my keys in my locker, and the school’s locked up till tomorrow.”

Pulling into their road, her buir said, “don’t worry about it, Cosmos. You can stay the night.”

Juliette: I love you!

Cosmos: I know :)

[spicylove4ever]

Desmond Sycamore through The Azran’s Legacy.

Spoilers for those who hadn’t played the game or watched the gameplay and daydreaming about playing it but you didn’t have the console. You have been warned.

First thing I want to stand out is how they put perfectly clear that Sycamore was Descole all allong. On the freaking trailer. It was so clear, they didn’t even gave us an animatic with the reveal! So we missed everyone’s faces when he showed up.... such a wasted opportunity... 

And all they had to do was leave this on the trailer:

Since we had seen Raymond all the time with Descole, anyone would have figured out with this that Desmond was Descole.

So, we knew it was the freaking Descole ALL. THE. TIME. We heard him talk about casual things like the weather, and being completely polite and all that, and especially when people talk shit about him and he had to bite his damn tongue or he would blew out his disguise! LOL He had to be so chill all the time and not be the usual drama king he usually is...

Inner Descole: Does it pay off to have a cat littering my so clean airship so my companions can solve some puzzles? Uhm.... ug, fine.

Inner Descole though all this: listen up you brat! I don’t have to steal anything! I’m a recognised archeologist and I can just ask to check them out! Ok, Descole just don’t say anything... yeah, let’s agree with Layton on not diggin on me for now...

He’s a run-away so if he hears about police those are bad news. Clue for those who didn’t watch the trailer.

And these other times when his disguise was about to be compromised....

 She was lucky he didn’t break his character that time.

We all know that “storm inside” included day-dreaming about murder with giant machines. XD

The rest of the journey Sycamore barely does things that stand out to the rest of the team, I suspect in order to not look suspicious. But he couldn’t help but to let some things slip, so we have things like these:

First hint of having someone that was gone for good. TT_TT

Followed by a hint of his true self by put in doubt Julien’s sanity. I loved that.

This kind of dropped like a bomb to all of us. And it hit HARD. He had a freaking family, with a kid and all. 

His smug personality and show-off self stands out a little by letting us know that he would rival with Layton anytime on knowledge just because he still wants to prove Layton that he can do things better than him.

More sad wisdom come from experience. :(

But Desmond always losed his temper anytime Targent was involved, and especially when Bronev was in the room. 

He totally broke character here. I can’t blame him, because we could read between the lines that Bronev ordered Sycamore’s family’s death, and that made Desmond turn into Descole.

So, he finally gets everything he needs from the team, and leaves them behind.

But things were not as easy as he thought.

On this trip, he used as disguise his old self before turning into Descole. Which means that re-using this face meant:

He had to act again as how he used to be.

Act as how he used to be means get in touch again with his old self.

Number 2 leads to re-touch ways of being that he hasn’t since he put a mask on.

He re-asumed ways of being, so he got in touch again with old feeling and his usual coping mechanisms of violence were not an option, because that would break character.

He didn’t play to be Sycamore, he was returning to be him again. Or at least, half in the journey.

All that journey made him dig out old feelings, and what was left of his heart.

So, when he went back to the team, this time not hiding his actual thoughts....

Luke is angry at him, and throws at him all that anger all the time everytime he has the chance...

... at first, Descole is completely chill with it. 

But then, Luke hits the spot where hurts, and he shows regret.

And when the time came...

He jumped to protect Luke.

Let’s put aside his origin story that he told when he has in the ground and down, except for the part that he finally put the cards on the table, and showed what was inside of him all this time, and the extend of how much he has hold a grundge to Targent.

After it, he, at first just leaves it all on Layton’s hands, but he decides to get back up again: 

(no, the dialogue is not complete, I just used the most important parts)

All of this speaks for itself. 

But when all it’s over, though, he doesn’t come back as Sycamore, he keeps on as Descole, also sepparates from the group for good.

What did I get from all this emotional journey Descole went through? He gave up most of his self-destructive behaviour and regain the will to live. And all thanks to get in contact with his old self and with two special young ones that made his heart awake again. Even if he couldn’t return to his old self after all what happened, he found a new spark for his life. Thanks to Aurora mostly.

As for me... well...

[iliveiloveiwrite]

Leannan // O.W. (celebration fic)

Request: Congratulations hun! Seriously, slow down xD No, please don't :D so I would like to have Oliver Wood - duh xD, Hogwarts, Enemies to Lovers, Fluff 4. - “Is that my shirt?” (You just captured my Scot baby so well, I couldn't miss it!) Congrats again, hun, take all the time you need! <3 - @heloisedaphnebrightmore​

Fluff 4: “Is that my shirt?”

A/N: Coming from the queen of Oliver fics, this means so much! Thank you! For those that don’t know, Leannan is Scottish Gaelic for ‘sweetheart’. I don’t know whether this reads as enemies to lovers but there is a lot of teasing, however, I’m happy to rewrite if you want it! As always, I hope you enjoy and thank you all so much for 1.5k!!

Pairing: Oliver Wood x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, teasing

Word count: 1.7k

Truthfully, you considered yourself to be a very calm and mature person. There was very little that could rile you into a frenzy, and if it did, you almost always dealt with the problem by finding a solution as quickly as possible.

But you were absolutely certain there was no solution for Oliver Wood.

Since joining the Gryffindor Quidditch Team in your Third Year, he had made it his mission to get on your nerves every practice and every match, or whenever he had a spare moment. The teasing started off innocently enough; but then it evolved into something more and now you both felt at a stalemate.

There was no ill will between you; just teenage stubbornness tied with mutual attraction that neither of you were willing to admit. He liked to challenge you; becoming your rival in so many forms whether it was on the pitch where he would challenge you to races, or in the classroom room where he would test your patience through essay grades.

In so many forms, you could class him as your enemy for the pure fact that he drove you up the wall, but there was the rare occasion where you would catch him watching you across a classroom or the common room, and you had to wonder whether he felt something more.

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Sighing to yourself in the changing room, you unzip your bag, pulling out your uniform and setting it on the bench. The day had already started out bad; running late to first lesson after having spilt orange juice down your blouse and then forgetting to submit an essay for your third lesson of the day had your mood lower than it had been all week.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath as you begin to get ready for practice. Silently praying that it would be an easy one.

“Leannan,” A known voice sings, “Practice starts in ten.”

Turning, you fix Oliver with an unimpressed look, “I am not your sweetheart, Wood.”

He smirks, leaning against the doorframe, “How did you know I was calling you a sweetheart?”

You pause; wondering how the hell you were going to explain this one. Absolutely refusing to explain that you had spent one evening in the library, scouring through a Scottish Gaelic dictionary until you came across the word. You absolutely refuse to acknowledge how heated your skin felt one you read the translation; how seeing it sent a thrill through you.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

You roll your eyes, “Shove off, Wood. I need to get ready for practice.”

Oliver holds his hand up in surrender, laughing, “I’m going, I’m going.”

You throw a piece of clothing at him, “Go faster.”

“Alright woman, no need to resort to bodily harm.”

“Wood, I asked you to leave and you’re still here. Either you love to annoy me this much or you so desperately want to see me naked, now which is it?”

Oliver splutters at your words; his face a picture as a bright blush creeps his neck, “I’ll see you on the pitch.”

You stifle your laugh as Oliver walks into the doorframe before leaving the girl’s changing room. His slight embarrassment making your day that little bit better. You find yourself thinking of him as you get changed for practice; of his confidence that really does get the better of him sometimes, of his love of quidditch, of how he lights up when he delivers the pre-match speech that the team has memorised but that he will always deliver.

Shaking your head clear of all thoughts of the brown-eyed scot, you grab your broom and head out onto the pitch, joining the rest of the team. You ruffle young Harry’s hair as you walk past him; earning a playful glare in return.

“Have we quite finished?” Oliver admonishes; his gaze fixed on you.

“Yeah, have you quite finished?” Fred parrots.

You elbow him harshly; knocking the breath out of him, “Shut it, Weasley.”

Oliver claps his hands together; gaining the attention of the team. Setting up the plan of action for today’s practice, he blows his whistle – the command to saddle brooms and take off.

It feels as if it’s revenge for your comment in the changing room. Oliver nit-picks every move you take; taking it apart and demonstrating for the team the exact moment where you went wrong and why it should have been avoided. Oliver isn’t being outwardly malicious – he doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body; he’s just placing extra attention on you because of how you reacted in the changing room.

Oliver hadn’t admitted this to anyone; how attractive he found you, but how clueless he felt when it came to approaching you. He could tease you well enough; rile you up and get on your nerves, but he really did like you. You were his Leannan, no matter how much you seemed to despise the nickname.

Practice finishes with you landing back onto the pitch in one smooth motion; hopping off your broom and flipping Oliver off as he shouts for you to come back and talk. If you spoke to him now, you knew you would say something you would come to bitterly regret. Walking away, as you did now, meant that you could cool off and think through things rationally.

As you’re pulling your robes back on, an idea springs to mind. An idea that would definitely repay Oliver for how harsh he was during training.

Your mood brightening once again, a smirk breaks across your face as you hoist your Quidditch bag onto your shoulder and take hold of your broom; this would definitely be a fun prank – one that you couldn’t predict the outcome of, but it was one you also needed particular help with.

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At breakfast the following morning, you take a seat next to the Weasley twins, greeting each with a wide smile that only had them questioning your motives.

“Boys, I have an idea and I need your help.”

They both lean closer to you, “This wouldn’t have anything to do with a certain Quidditch captain would it?”

You bite your lip, “It might…”

Fred and George laugh, “What do you need us to do?”

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Fred and George succeed that very night; pulling young Harry in on the scheme as well – getting him to distract Oliver with numerous questions about Quidditch whilst they snuck into Oliver’s room and stole his spare Quidditch jersey. He would never notice it missing; choosing to wear the same one for each match for luck.

They join you in the common room after having completed the deed; smuggling the jersey to you which you hide underneath the blanket you’re huddled under. Oliver frowns at the three of you; cutting him off on his education for Harry, he shouts over to you, “What would you three be planning?”

You widen your eyes, batting your lashes, “We would never do such a thing.”

Oliver frowns, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

You place a hand on your heart, “The lack of faith you have in me is astounding, Wood.”

“Leannan, the three of you together can create enough mayhem to shut the school down.”

You grin at the use of his nickname for you, “Then lucky for you we aren’t planning anything,”

Oliver grumbles but says nothing further as he turns back to Harry; the boy looking as captivated as ever by Oliver’s explanations.

“What are you going to do with it?” George asks.

“Burn it? Tear it up? Dye it green?” Fred asks.

You shake your head at all his suggestions; feeling only slightly alarmed, “I’m going to wear it.”

Fred sits back with a huff, “I’d have dyed it green.”

You pat his leg consolingly, “Next time.”

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Your plan was to wear Oliver’s Quidditch jersey around Hogsmeade; starting with wearing it to breakfast in the Great Hall. You walk in proudly; winking back at Fred and George as you sit down next to them at the Gryffindor table.

If Oliver notices something, he doesn’t say – he glances your way once through all of breakfast then refuses to catch your eye after that.

You turn to the twins, “What are your plans for Hogsmeade? Room for one more?”

George nods, “We always have room for one more. We’re going to Zonko’s first and then we’ll see where the day takes us.”

You laugh, “That we shall. I’m going to grab some more money, but I’ll meet you in the courtyard?”

With a thumbs up from both of them, you leave the Great Hall, rushing back to the Gryffindor common room. Fred nudges George and points at Oliver who when noticing your absence, made sure to follow you from the room. They both roll their eyes, knowing full well you would not be meeting them in the courtyard.

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Returning to the common room after breakfast to grab some last minute money before meeting the twins, you’re pulled to one side by a frustrated looking Oliver.

Frustrated doesn’t seem to cover what Oliver feels at the sight of you in his shirt; he feels confirmation that you hold some feelings for him, but mostly feels desperation at how much he wants to get it off you.

“Is that my shirt?”

You look down at your clothing; your face the picture of innocence when you finally meet his brown eyes, “You know… I think it is.”

Oliver’s hands flex by his sides; an action he only does when he’s getting frustrated and can’t do anything about it, “Why are you wearing my shirt?”

You pull out the hem; reading his quidditch number out loud before saying, “I don’t know, I think it looks pretty good on me. Don’t you?”

Oliver leans in closer; just enough so he can whisper in your ear but far enough where he’s purposefully not touching you, “Leannan, what are you doing?”

You angle your body away from him, “I think you know what I’m doing.”

Oliver’s hands finally leave his side; fiddling with the hem of shirt that’s now draped over your body. With a smirk, he asks, “Just how set are you on going to Hogsmeade today?”

“Why? Got plans for me?”

He chuckles; hands fisting in his shirt, “Leannan, you have no idea.”

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3! 4! 7! (for the prompts yo) .... oh. and. kandreil. (duh)

Be GAY do CRIME, on a violently orange yacht. Oh, and they kiss for the FIRST TIME 😘 For Kandreil!

This is my first Intentional Kandreil y'all (as opposed to like.. the three Accidental Kandreil I've done so far), I hope I don't fuck it up for you XD

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"Kevin I swear if you peak I am going to go leak those photos of you from last Halloween."

Kevin snorted at Neil's empty threat, though he dutifully kept his eyes closed, letting Andrew tug him out of the car and lead him down what felt like a wooden walkway. A deck, maybe. Or a pier, Kevin thought as he registered the smell and sound of water, the squawking of gulls above and around them.

"Even if you did, no one would believe they were real."

"I'd leak them right to the Trojans." The laughter in Neil's voice warmed something right in the center of Kevin's chest. It wasn't so long ago that Neil was so... terrifyingly cold. He'd joined them as a rebellion against his father, the bogeyman of the east coast and loyal lapdog to the Ravens - who were the direct rivals to Kevin's much smaller, much wilder group of Foxes. But whereas the Ravens were a legit syndicate that dealt with such things like human trafficking and heavy drugs, the Foxes were a group of barely-organized criminals that mostly just liked to say 'fuck you' to the laws they didn't agree with.

The problem? The laws the Foxes didn't agree with tended to be the ones that directly benefitted the Ravens' front businesses. After all, the Ravens controlled several of the biggest corporations in the country, and they were regularly stepping all over average folks, ruining their lives.

Every member of the Foxes had, in some way, been hurt by the Ravens. They were all determined to get back at them in whatever ways possible. Sometimes that meant framing their executives for fraud. Sometimes that meant blowing up a few buildings. They were a multi-talented group.

The Trojans were a similar group of not-quite-but-still-criminals based on the west coast, and they'd combined forces a few times by now. They also were pros at anything that had to do with the internet. If Neil wanted to make something go viral, the Trojans were definitely the place to go to.

"Jeremy would never help you soil my good name."

"Jeremy would think it is hilarious, do not fool yourself, Day." Andrew's tone was dry and deceptively uninterested, but Kevin knew him well enough by now to hear the amusement hidden between the carefully articulated syllables.

Kevin rolled his eyes while still keeping them dutifully closed. He didn't bother to hide his smile though, knowing the other two would see it and not really caring that they would. It was kind of strange to think of, honestly - that he was here, comfortable being led around with his eyes closed, smiling without care. It was because of these two men, and that... that warmed something inside him. Made it glow. Made it blossom. Made it live.

"Okay, alright. Kevin, you may open your eyes." Neil's grin was audible in his voice, and it was the first thing that Kevin saw when he opened his eyes.

The second thing he saw, though, was the absolutely impossible-to-ignore explosion of orange directly behind him.

"What the actual fuck?" Kevin half-spluttered, but he was grinning, too. He could feel it. One did not look at a violently orange yacht and not grin. He laughed. "This is my surprise? You saw an orange yacht in the marina and had to show... me..." His voice drifted off, distracted and confused as he saw the name of the boat in sharp white script along the side.

The Brightest Day

"Neil?" Kevin blinked, and something giddy bubbled up right below his throat, catching and fizzing. He had to swallow it down, and it took effort to do so, especially as he saw the warm, pleased look on Neil's face, then turned to see a similar expression on Andrew's.

To see a similar expression on Andrew's face.

Kevin stared, because Andrew... Andrew wasn't one to emote. Even when it was just two of them, or the three of them. Even after all they'd been through. Kevin and Neil had learned to find the truths hidden behind his sturdy walls, to accept what Andrew was willing to give them when and however that may be.

And here was Andrew, in the open, looking at him with an almost-smile on his face and an expression in those natures-gold eyes that was unmistakably fond.

Kevin had to take a breath, and he wasn't at all surprised to feel it shake. Rough, strong fingers slipped between his own and Kevin looked over to see Neil's expression had shifted to understanding. If anyone would ever know what Kevin was feeling, how he was feeling it, at any given time, it was Neil. They were so similar in the way they processed the world, and how they appreciated the small gifts they were granted in a life that had been too dark and too unforgiving for far too long.

Andrew's smile was one of those gifts. Arguably, it was the grandest of all.

"Come on you idiots," Andrew sighed as he turned to walk up the short ramp already positioned to bring them onto the boat.

Without further word, and without unlacing their fingers from each other, Kevin and Neil followed Andrew up the ramp and onto the yacht. Something struck Kevin as inexplicably right about that. After all - no matter where any one of them went, the other two were sure to follow, hand in hand.

And when they needed to face a challenge they would face it hand in hand in hand.

"I don't understand," Kevin finally said as Andrew lead them across the deck. "The Foxes don't have the resource to --"

"It did not come out of the Foxes' coffers," Andrew cut him off. He nodded to the menace still holding Kevin's hand. "It came out of Neil's."

Kevin turned to Neil, staring at him in open shock. "You bought the Foxes a boat?"

Neil snorted. "No. I bought you a boat." He paused, then looked from Kevin to Andrew and something passed between them. Some kind of understanding, or agreement. Andrew stepped away from where he'd been about to lead them to the interior of the boat, instead joining the two of them. Once he had, Neil looked back at Kevin and said, "I bought us a boat."

It took a moment. Kevin wasn't stupid, but he also had never expected... This thing, this connection or relationship or whatever that was between the three of them - Kevin wasn't sure it would ever be defined and he had come to terms with that months ago. If they went on forever just being Kevin and Andrew and Neil, just as they were right now with no changes - he would be okay with that. As long as he always had these two men in his life, everything else, he decided, would work itself out.

"Us," Kevin said slowly, testing the word, making sure it really meant what he thought it meant.

"Yes," Andrew said. "Us."

And that... that was really all that needed to be said, wasn't it? At least he thought so, up until Neil tugged on his hand, bringing him a bit closer to the both of them, and said, "Kevin, can I kiss you?"

"Yes!" The word burst out before Kevin really made the decision to answer or even necessarily registered the question. A soft huff came from Andrew that might have been a laugh, but Kevin wasn't able to fully catch it when Neil was already pulling him down.

Neil smiled into the kiss. He kissed him slowly, with a graze of teeth and a hum of adventure. He kissed him like it was just the beginning. He kissed him like he knew it was a first kissed but by far would not be the last. Confident, pleased, satisfied.

Blood was pounding in Kevin's ears so hard he could taste the tremble of his own heart on the tip of his tongue, and when the kiss broke he gasped, already leaning in for more. This time, Neil was not the only one smiling.

By the time the kiss ended, they were no longer holding hands. Instead, Kevin had an arm wrapped around Neil's shoulders, keeping him tugged as close as possible, the other hand resting on the side of his neck. Neil was similarly wrapped around his waist and he was still smiling. Kevin rested his forehead against Neil's, then turned to look at Andrew to find the other man was watching them with heat and affection burning in his eyes.

"Andrew," Kevin said, and his voice rasped. He didn't say the words, but only because he was too high on Neil's fire to put the syllables together right now.

Andrew answered anyway, because he knew Kevin well enough to know exactly what question he was trying to ask.

"Yes," he said. And if Neil's kiss was fire and satisfaction, Andrew's was the ocean and determination. Andrew kissed him like he was going to carve his intentions on his bones. He kissed like he was going to take Kevin apart one sigh and tough at a time and Kevin melted into it, more than happy to yield to the power of that kiss. Anyone who lives near the sea would tell you the same - you don't fight the waves, you let them carry you - and that was exactly what Kevin did.

Neil's hand was stroking up and down his spine. Andrew's was cupped around the back of his neck. When the kiss broke, that hand squeezed firmly, then pulled him just a bit further down so Andrew could place one more kiss on his forehead before he turned to Neil.

Something perfect and delicate and yet, at the same time, positively indestructible filled Kevin up to the brim as he watched the way Andrew cupped Neil's face, the way Neil leaning into that touch, the way fire and ocean wave met in a promise while still in the circle of Kevin's arms. And finally, finally, Kevin had a word for it - for the feeling he got when he was with these two beautiful, thrilling, amazing men.

And it was, quite simply, home.