#Shu got distracted while driving

[milkyboiiiii]

Whenever you're in the car with Hanma, he will put his arm in front of you when he makes a sudden stop so you don't lurch forward 🖤🖤 (and he ALWAYS keeps a hand on your thigh, says "it helps him focus" but he's not focused on the road when he asks you to wear a skirt. Deeming it, "...too hot, I don't want my pretty girl getting heat stroke" as he runs his finger up and down your pussy that's still "hidden" by the cuttest pair of pink panties he got you)

Believe it or not Hanma can actually be a gentleman (it's like 1% of the time) . If he has to make a sudden stop he'll put his arm in front of you make sure you don't get hurt because he loves you Ɛ>

But the other 99% of the time he's a horny bastard (we love him for it Ɛ>)

While driving his hand is on your thigh at all times. Usually squeezing it like a stress ball because "It let's me focus better dollface, you don't want me to get distracted driving do ya?" But today was hotter than usual so you decided to wear a skirt with a little convincing from Shuji.

He was driving you guys to the mall because you wanted to do a little shopping, and who was he to tell his baby no Ɛ> As usual his hand is on your thigh while he drives but he's rubbing it and getting dangerously close to your clothed heat. He slowly gets closer teasing you more and more and when you ask him what he's doing he just goes " 't's nothing doll, 'm just giving my baby some love ♡"

He lifts up your skirt and runs his fingers through your folds. You think you noticed him getting glances admiring the little pink thong you were wearing. After a little bit more teasing he slips his hand under your panties and slowly rubs tight circles on your clit. You whining out "Shu~ want more~" gave him a good -no- great idea! "Alright doll face hold on" He drives a little longer finding a secluded area to park.

"Get in the back doll and take of those panties. I'm gonna have a lot more fun with you♡~"

@baby-tini once again giving the best smutcanons ever written Ɛ>

[slashingdisneypasta]

You've been sending me perfect asks on my blog... So now I shall retaliate >:) (I know you probably know who this is, but I got too embarrassed to send this from my normal blog and I couldn't figure out how to switch blogs for asks 😅)

- Freddy lightly dragging his blades over your shoulders and back to get a reaction out of you. He can use his dream magic to control how sharp the blades are (I hope) so it can be completely safe texture play.

- (im mot sure exactly how you feel about Audrey... But i do know you like their voice~) Audrey II crooning and sweet talking to you while you're trying to do your work. They can't exactly sneak up behind you and whisper in your ear, but that doesn't mean they don't can't make you flustered with what they say.

- You're on a hunting trip with Jim Bickerman and whoever else is with him. You all settle down for the night, but there seems to not be enough tents for all of you. There's only one tent left, and you and Jim are the only ones who don't have one yet... And that old man is looking at you with that damn smirk of his, "Well, ain't this quite the predicament sweetheart~?"

- Being in a relationship with Wheezy and Greasy... And they both get ~in the mood~ at the same time. How would you go about this?

- Cruella designing specific outfits she wants to see you in, just for you... Including clothes to wear when you're supposed to be waiting for her~

I wanted to add more... But I ran out of ideas XD I hope you like these 😏 XD

AHHH! Yes!! I am so glad you have been enjoying my asks!! Their will be more!! And thankkkk you so much for these <3<3 I HAD to write some of them XDD Just like, excerpts ^^

Includes/Warnings:

Audrey II x Reader- Voice kink, sexual references, human/plant relations, manhandling, and someeee... touching. 🙃🙃🙃😅 (Not explicit)

Cruella De Vil x AFAB!Reader- ... you must know at this point I cannot hold myself back with Cruella XD 😅 So this one is explicit... It describes pictures she has drawn of you in those outifts... and in some particular positions.

Greasy Weasel x AFAB!Fem!Reader x Wheezy Weasel- Threesome!! Cunt eating (Greasy) and dirty talk/teasing (Wheezy). Also I think reader is in some sorta space. Tiny bit of a sharp teeth kink. R e a l l y explicit.

Jim Bickerman x Fem!Reader- Established relationship, semi-public sexual shenanigans, getting caught (Semi-explicit)

Audrey II:

"Y/N... " A vine moseys over to your desk after a short amount of silence and prods the squishy area of skin at your middle, and you respond by wrapping your arm around your tummy; Not looking over at the overgrown Venus fly trap. Not paying them any of the attention they crave. "baby... doll... watcha doin'?"

"Working, Audrey, shush." You keep your voice even, which you know will drive them crazy, and continue writing.

"Shu- Me?? Oh no, darlin', I don't think so!~ " The vine that poked at your tummy fat lifts towards your desk instead, then- but you push it away before he can snatch your homework away. They gasp. "Excuse me??"

"I'm really busy right now, I'll entertain you later."

For a moment they manage to stay quiet, but you can practically feel the cogs turning in their brain. You know your study time is not going to last long. "... Hmmm... " He hums, the sound sending a little shameful tingle all the way through you; Making you squeeze your eyes closed for a moment and cross one leg over the other, before refocusing on your work. No, no. The damn plant will not distract you today. You have got to get this essay done!! "I gotta say baby... I have to disagree with you~ "

"Good thing you don't get a say- " You're cut off when 4 vines wrap around the legs of your chair and suddenly tear you around to face him; dragging you closer and closer in the chair towards the corner Audrey lives in. Theirs a big smirk on the horrible fauna's huge mouth, and you know you have to get out now. Quickly you hop off the chair and rush back to your desk, gathering up your things in your arms. "Audrey, I'm just gonna go study at the library. I'll be back later toni- "

"Oh no no sweetheart~ Not so fast~ " Oh god, the way they call you sweetheart has you freezing totally still for a moment-

-And that, was all the time Audrey needed to wrap one of their thicker vines around your middle and slowly drag your body towards them this time; Causing you to drop some things, along the way. "Oh!- My stu- "

"Don't worry about it, baby! We're doin' something else, now~ Now c'mon... I wanna see you writhe... "Fuck. "... so go ahead and let go a' those books for me. Let go, baby... " You get the feeling he must mean to let go of more then just your books when he says it like that, but you refuse to let go of anything.

"Audrey, this is important." You beg, holding your books tight against your chest even as he tugs at them from the bottom. "I- "

"Don't you want me to be nice to you??... Y/N, I can be so goddamn nice... You don't know how nice~ I can be to you, yet... But I'll show ya!~ I'll show ya the ropes~ " At that, the vine around your waist shifts upwards a little bit, pulling up your shirt with it, and another vine curls into the waistband of your bottoms. "I can be your best friend, baby!"

Eyes wide, surprised at how this night is progressing and even more horrified that you don't want it to stop- not with Audrey talking to you like this- you let them steal your books and take them away. The huge, inhuman grin on Audrey's 'face' broadens, and that same vine comes back to wrap around your hair and hold it back from your face- and take control over your head. "Ah- "

"Don't worry baby. We're gonna have some fun tonight... just you and me... "

Cruella De Vil:

You hadn't seen this book, before. Which was odd, because Cruella often used the same brand for her sketches- always the same sleek, black leather binding and impossibly crisp paper you're cutting yourself on.

This one was no different. And she dropped it on your desk just the same as she always did, with enough force to send any loose papers flying so she could roll her eyes at you and complain that your desk is a disgusting mess as always. She even told you what you were to do with it, like you hadn't done it a million times before. Like you were unaware of the drill, even at this point. Because apparently you're an idiot.

It was all quite normal.

That is, until you opened the book so you could make copies of the sketches for manufacturing to keep. Until you looked at the new sketches.

Immediately you thrust the pages hard against your chest as fast as you can, dreading anyone else seeing what you just saw and looking around to make sure that you're alone in the room. Because- porn.

It was porn. There was no other way to describe it, from the... graphic positions the women were in, to the almost lack of clothes entirely. Being Cruella's assistant, you had seen plenty of lingerie sketches before, but they were usually tasteful! These... from what you saw before you hid them, they were just...

Obnoxiously horny.

Eyes wide and nervous, you slowly pull the book away from your chest to look again, so so curious despite your embarrassment and hot cheeks, and- yep. Definitely. Still porn. Cruella De Vil had sat in her glass office today looking oh so professional, and drawn porn.

... You cant stop looking at them. They're great, actually. You can feel your pussy throb, as your thumb runs over the center of a particularly well-done sketch; One where the woman is sat down with her knees spread wide and her head tuned away, eyes closed. Her cunt's open and shaded red, the only colour Cruella has added to the sharp, black-and-white pages.

You're so unbelievably hot at these pictures, just looking at them - distracted by particular parts of them, - , that at first you don't read the labelling at all. Cruella's handwriting in this book is all in cursive, and you have to focus to read it, but when you do begin to go through the notes... you feel yourself get even hotter.

Your name is all over the pages. Y/N in fur, written on top of a woman stood terribly naked, wearing just a fur hat and fur boots. Y/N in silk, written beside the woman with her beautiful red pussy bare on the page and a very shiny silk chemise bunched up around her hips. Y/N in chiffon, written beside a woman wearing just a long chiffon skirt and arms raised away from her confidently bare chest. Y/N in satin, written beside a woman with her hands on her hips, holding a long satin robe back from hiding her body- at all.

Y/N in- Y/N in- Y/N in-

After a while, and your eyes are the size of saucers while your underwear is absolutely soiled, you plop down finally in a chair by the photo copier and turn to the last page. Theirs a sticky note on it, but you peel it off in order to see the final picture, and give a choke gasp at the image Cruella's drawn for you.

An absolutely tasteless picture of a woman - you, - bent over a familiar desk, with your feet spread wide so your ass and cunt are on full display to anyone looking. The angle is from just above, as if you're standing just behind the woman - you, - and she's preparing to take you in. God, you can feel yourself clenching at the sight- the thought- the idea-

Is this what Cruella wants? Does she want you like this? Does she want to fuck you this badly??

As if as an after thought, you look at the sticky note.

Y/N,

My Office. Later tonight after everyone leaves.

Cruella De Vil

Greasy Weasel x Reader x Wheezy Weasel:

You were already with Greasy when Wheezy walked into the room, and he knew damn well what the two of you were up to- he always knew- he just doesn't always want to do it too. He doesn't have as big a drive as the two of you do.

But evidently today is one of the days where he does want to fuck, he is in the mood. This is evident when he walks in and locks the door behind him; not taking his cool eyes, dark with lust, on you with Greasy's mouth moving on- against- around your cunt.

Wheezy's eyes flicker up to your face, raising his brows- as if asking, if theirs room for one more.

You open your mouth to tell him yes, of course, but its Greasy who responds. He didn't see the question Wheezy silently posed, but he can tell since you're not freaking out that someone has come in right now, that it has to be your other boyfriend. He pops his mouth off of you, though he doesn't take his eyes off of it at all, mesmerised by what is definitely one of his favourite things in the world, and instead just moves to rub his thumb against your clit. "Welcome in, el fumador... help yourself~ we're just beginning here... "

... Wheezy smirks, rolling his sleeves up more securely and strolling over to the bed, leaning over you as you move your head to see him. He gives you a little hello kiss when you crane your neck back because he's right beside the bed now, and strokes your hair for a moment.... Then his eyes slide right back down to Greasy and what he's doing to you, and how slick you are, and a mischievous look that makes you even hornier flickers in his eyes. "Really, Grease? Looks like you've been workin' her for- damn. Hours, now. She looks like she's ready to pop."

"I'm just that good, I guess!~ "

"Mhm... "

Needy and non-verbal, you just reach for Wheezy's shirt collar and drag him back down to you and your parted lips as Greasy connects his mouth to you once again; Slipping your tongue immediately into his mouth while your other boyfriend devours your cunt like his favourite meal. You kiss Wheezy with all the want you're feeling, meshing your mouths together slowly but licking his tongue so dirty you would feel embarrassed, if you weren't so close. He reciprocates, easily giving you what you want, taking care of his needy, desperate girl without even touching you anywhere inappropriate.

He pulls away too soon, and you let out a sad little whine, as he brushes a thumb over your lips and gives a smokey chuckle. He's still so close! Why is he doing this?- "Its okay, baby, its alright... we're gonna take care of you... "

"Please- "

"Y'feel Grease down there?? Does that feel good?" Quickly you nod, your fingers still curled around Wheezy's collar. It feels really, really good- his tongue is so deep- "Make sure y'tell him how good he's doing, cutie, he deserves some praise dontcha think??"

Eyes wide, you nod again. Greasy does deserve it. "Its so- so good- "

"Hear that Grease?? So, so good... "

Greasy moans and nods into your most private place and it has you bucking, slapping a hand over your mouth to keep from making a terribly load sound- which just makes him chuckle against you, sharp teeth brushing against your delicate skin.

"Now... lay down, baby. I need a little something, too today. Its been a hard week... " Your eyes slip downwards towards Wheezy's hands as he unbuckles his belt, causing your mouth to actually water. "... and you wanna help me out, dontcha? Yeahhh, I know you do... you're a good baby... " As you nod once again, eager to please, Wheezy gives another smirk; looking down to Greasy. "Isn't she, Grease?"

In responce, Greasy shows you both as he shoves his hand down in his own pants.

Jim Bickerman x Reader:

To your credit, you did try to keep it to a goodnight kiss tonight.

... The key word being try. When you noticed him watching you in that way that reminds you he's a hunter while you were just getting comfy in your sleeping bag, you had asked him what? And when he had acted all innocent like he hadn't been practically licking his chops at you, you explained that you were not having sex in this tent tonight because a. the tent is not sound proof and b. it was inappropriate. The poor men you're camping with did not need to experience that.

And you didn't need to be looking them in the eyes the next day knowing that they are now privy the sound you make when the creepy old man hits that particular spot deep inside you, to be frank.

You even said goodnight, and held the sleeping bag over your head.

But fuckkkkkkkkk you cant help yourself. You're almost as bad as Jim is- actually, scratch that almost. You are as bad. That's why he's so perfect.

All of 2 minutes later, you were giving a groan at your own lack of self control (You've really got to work on that), crawling out of your sleeping bag (Pulling the flannel Jim leant you, or you stole from him, tight around you to shield you from the cold), and finding yourself straddling him. From below he gives a smirk, about to say something like I told you so, or I thought so, or ha ha- but you just silently shake your head at him and lean down to kiss him. Like no- nope. No gloating. If you gloat sir, you die.

For a while its just kissing, his beard rubbing against your face and the brim of his hat grinding into your forehead until you take it off him- chucking to an unknown corner of the tent. This makes him chuckle, as you release his mouth to breath and give him a bemused grin, nose scrunched up slightly at him, before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek and then his clothed shoulder.

He curls his fingers into the loops in your jeans - you hadn't bothered to get changed to go to sleep, it was way too cold, - and tugged your hips against his. "Mmm... I can feel you all hot and throbbing, sweetheart... somethin' you wanna tell me? Maybe you don't think this is so inappropriate??... " When you lift yourself up to give him a deadpanned look, his eyes light up very purposefully and he makes 'oh' sound. "Orr, maybe you like that... "

You just hold up a finger, like quiet, before kissing him again. This time he doesn't let that be it, disconnecting his mouth from yours way too soon in favour of leaning up a little whispering in your ear. "Your mess in your pants is distractin' me. I'm gonna need you to take them off... "

"Hm~" You hum, leaving him and standing up the best you can in the small tent to wriggle out of your jeans, kicking them off into the same corner his hat went so you're left in your shirt and Jim's blue flannel. Jim eagerly undoes his own pants then, too, so when you lower yourself back onto him you can easily access the poor man's painfully hard cock, sitting hot and impatient underneath you, behind cotton boxers. Wow, you think vaguely. He can sure hold himself together well- you didn't think he needed you this badly!! You might have taken mercy on him sooner if you'd known... Well- "... Do you have- "

Before you can even finish the sentence, he's offering you a condom from who-knows-where. It makes you snort as you accept it. "What a gentleman... "

"I do try, pumpkin."

"Okay," You grin, shaking your head and trying to go back to that quiet, purposeful mood from before despite Jim making you smile. "Okay- we doing this?" You're still giggling a little, the heat of the moment and the middle-of-the-night sillies getting to you now. "G'head then, whip it out- "

Suddenly you're cut off- and its not by Jim, or your own giggling. Its by someone outside the tent- "PLEASE, don't!!" They yell suddenly, followed by a couple of others voicing their agreement with grunts and pleases and one particularly pained jesus christ jim, let us sleep!! He sounded like he was in the tent right next door.

"... Oh god- " You start, face heated up like a stove as you pull part of the flannel up to cover your face some, half laughing still from the night-time hysteria and this ridiculous situation, and looking down to connect eyes with Jim.

He looks like he's about to lose his composure, too, and then someone's shoe gets thrown at the side of your tent and you both burst out laughing.

(Annnnnd thank goodness this is finally done- I can go read your Scroop Headcanons now XD)

[shuxjodie]

Shuichi's family

Task: make a story/create dialogues and situation for the following picture-

Situation:

Shuichi, Jodie and their kid, Conan were on a family trip. Conan gets sleepy in the back seat so Shu and Jodie gets a little naughty while driving and an accident happens. James is the father in law who is taking care of the mistake. Conan is thinking that he won't get a sibling anytime sooner.

Dialogues/Thoughts:

Shu: This woman ruined our evening...

Jodie: Our goodness, Shu was driving...

James: Seems like their honeymoon period hasn't been over yet. Ufff these youngsters... Careless!

Conan: I want to play with a sister! But this Oba-saan💢

Sounds like The Mafia family 😂

[kpopsickiess]

Jessi Snowterview

Sickie: Soobin

Caretaker: Jessi

(inspired by @sneezyminniejo)

Soobin p.o.v

I was honored when I got a text from Jessi noona asking me if I'd like to do a solo appearance on Showterview. It was late December and she said it was a Christmas/New Year special. I woke up the morning of the interview and was super disappointed when I felt achy, tired, congested, and had a scratchy feeling in my throat. I decided against saying anything because I was so excited to do the interview. Plus the excitement from the interview helped when added to the excitement of it being snowy and beautiful out. On the way to the studio it had started snowing harder, I love snow so I enjoyed the walk there, ignoring Yeonjun's repeated suggestions to not walk, claiming I'd get sick. I wanted to tell him that it didn't matter because I was already sick, but I knew he'd likely tell me to not go to the interview. 

I arrived at the studio, feeling quite excited, the minute I walked it Jessi noona ran up to me. "Soobin!!!" She gave me a huge hug, I tried to stop myself from melting into it, I felt thoroughly chilled from my walk there. "Oh my God Soobin, did you walk here?" She asked, a stern tone in her voice. I felt my face heat up, it felt like I was getting scolded by my mom or older sister. "Yeah, I really love the snow" she shook her head, "you're going to get sick" 

"Don't worry noona, I'm okay" I said smiling, hoping my dimpled charm would distract her. Meanwhile, I had told refrain from sniffling, as my nose had started running as soon as I had entered the warm studio. "Are you ready to start?" 

"Just a minute, I have to use the bathroom" I left the room, and quickly went to the bathroom, once inside I grabbed a handful of tissues and blew my nose, which triggered a wet sneeze. I blew my nose again, as best as I could, trying to get it as clear as possible before going back out. I then tucked a handful of tissues into my sweatshirt pocket before returning to the main room where Jessi noona was waiting. "You ready now?" I nodded, my throat was starting to really hurt, I was starting to wish I had rescheduled the interview. The two of us began recording every question she asked. I tried to respond with the same playful wittiness that Jessi noona had, but as the interview continued it got harder and harder as I got more and more tired and my voice began giving out. We had been recording file about 20 minutes when Jessi turned to the staff, "can we turn off the cameras for a second'' I was confused as told why, but as soon as the cameras were off, she went to the corner of the room and grabbed a box of tissues, and handed them to me, I blushed and took a few, I didn't want to fully blow my nose because I was a bit embarrassed, but the sensation still tickled my nose, and I took another few tissues, "HHttcchUH HHTChHU-HhtcHUuh HHitChh-Shu"

"Bless you" I thanked her, blowing my nose again. "Soobin, are you sick?" I avoided eye contact, "no" I winced at my unconvincing lie, noticing how congested my voice sounded. "Are you sure?" I wanted to answer but coughed instead, which really hurt. "Soobin, you're in no condition to continue filming" I blushed, but the embarrassment only grew when she suddenly pressed her hand to my forehead, I felt myself leaning into her touch, her hands were cold. "Soobin, you have a fever"

"I do?" "Yes, and not a super low one, it's fairly high" "Oh" was all I said, "that would explain why I felt so cold and achy" she shook her head in exasperation. "You can't walk back in this condition" she looked out the window, "especially with snow like this" "Should I call someone" she looked out the window again, "no, it's not safe to drive in this weather. My place is literally two minutes from here, you can go there you can just stay with me for a little while" I blushed, "okay" She stood up, "did you bring anything?" I shook my head, "please tell me you have a coat" "Yep"

"Good." She grabbed her jacket from the back of a chair, and instructed me to put mine on. I followed her instructions. The two of us left the studio together, she locked the door as she did so. Walking felt like hard work, I was tired and breathing hurt, and my throat was dry. And every time I coughed I could feel it rip at my throat and hurt my chest, which began to ache. Jessi seemed quite worried,she had a comforting arm around my shoulders. She led me to the front door of her house, only removing her arm for a moment to unlock the door. After opening the door, she led me inside, and over to the couch. "you can lay down there" she took my coat and hung it up. "Do you like tea?" I nodded. "Are you hungry?" I shook my head. "Is your throat hurting?" I nodded, it really hurt and I didn't really want to talk, and Jessi seemed to accept that. She also seemed to notice that I was shivering, "I should check your temperature, I'm willing to bet your fever is at least 100⁰" in my feverish, sleep deprived brain I barely registered what she said. But I did notice her leave the room, she retired a few moments later with a box of tissues, a thermometer, and a bottle of what I guessed was DayQuil. She sat down on the couch next to me, "could you put this under your tongue?" I nodded, and did as she instructed. "You're 22 right" I shook my head and held up 1 finger. "21?" I nodded she carefully measured out the medicine, and once the thermometer beeped she swapped the device for the medicine cup, "drink that" the Medicine felt nice on my throat, coating and soothing the firey pain. "Thought so" she said looking at the thermometer, "what is it?" I asked, noticing I had grown more congested since we got inside. The warmth of her house was messing with my sinuses. "101.3⁰" I nodded, honestly, I had no clue what that actually was, I knew Kai would, but I don't speak American. "Is that high?" I asked, taking a tissue out and pressing it to my nose. She shrugged, "it's definitely a fever, but it's not like concerningly high. Not like hospital high" I nodded, blowing my nose when she finished talking. Which one again tickled my nose, "HHTchhUu- hhHettChhu- hhhTCH-iu hhhAtChu" "Bless you" she handed me a couple tissues, I thanked her and took them from her outstretched hand. I still felt a bit self-conscious about fully blowing my nose in front of her. So I just pressed the tissues against my face, and wiped my nose and blew softly, as I had down before. She shocked me when she took another tissue out and pressed it against my face, "either blow your nose yourself, or I'll make you" I blushed, a bit taken aback by her boldness. I took the tissue from her hand and blew my nose, I ended up needing to take another few tissues to finish. She cringed, not in disgust, but more in sympathy. "There, now you can breathe" I blushed, and nodded. I felt a bit embarrassed having Jessi taking care of me, but I did appreciate it.

There was a whistling sound from the kitchen, which startled me, "that's the kettle, I'll go make tea." She pointed to a remote seated on the table in front of me, "you can watch something" I nodded, my throat was killing me. She disappeared into the kitchen, I picked up the remote and powered up the TV. I saw she had Netflix, so I turned on Squid Game, Yeonjun had been pestering me to watch it since it came out. I was about 5 minutes into the first episode when Jessi came back. She had a tray with two cups of tea and a few pastry looking objects next to it, which she set on the table in front of me, and sat down next to me. "Oooh Squid Game!"

"I haven't seen it yet, my members, especially Yeonjun, have been pestering me to watch it" "I can't believe you haven't seen it yet! It's so good!" I was glad she had seen it before, because in all honesty I had to cough and sneeze every few minutes, which was likely quite annoying. But she didn't say anything about it, which I appreciated. After the first episode I was starting to doze off, Jessi seemed to notice how tired I was getting, because after the first episode, she turned off the tv. "You should get some sleep, especially because you have a fever" I was already half asleep so I didn't argue with her. Instead I layed down on the couch, and got comfortable, I was nearly asleep, when I felt a soft blanket being draped over my body. I smiled, and softly thanked Jessi. Who gently ran her fingers through my hair, "you're welcome. Sweet dreams"

Jessi p.o.v

I was glad to see Soobin fall asleep, I had been worried about him since he walked into the studio that morning. He had looked ghostly pale, and I could tell from his eyes that he had a fever, plus he was shivering like a wet dog. I knew him walking that morning was a very dumb decision, and intended to scold him about it when he felt better. It was a very new thing for me to take care of someone else. Having been a soloist for the majority of my career, and coming to Korea by myself as a fairly young kid, I was fairly independent, and didn't often have people over at my house, and I don't think I'd ever had a sick kid at my house, not would I have ever expected to. I looked out the window, noticing it was very snowy outside, I knew it was supposed to storm pretty hard, but I didn't expect it to fully blizzard. I had a feeling that Soobin would be here for a couple of days, at lead until it was safe enoguh to drive him back to his dorms. I was grateful that I had gone grocery shopping the day before. Living alone I was often worried about what was going to happen if I got snowled in without any food. So I often stressed-bought a shit ton of food every time there was a snow storm. This now proved to be a good thing, because the roads were all closed and I now had two people stuck in my house. While Soobin slept I began making food for dinner. I stuck to making soft food that would be easy on his throat. As I worked I listened to music. I had made a playlist with five songs from each of my showterview guests, and as I was listening a txt song came up which made me realize that Soobin hadn't told his members that he was not coming home tonight, they were probably worried. I wouldn't be surprised if they thought he was dead in a snowbank somewhere. I opened my phone, and clicked on Yeonjun's number, he picked up on the third ring, he sounded panicked. "hey Jessi noona"

"Hi Yeonjun, I just wanted to let you know that Soobin is with me. I was worried about him walking home by himself in the snow, especially with him having a cold. And it wasn't safe tod rive with how bad the roads are" I heard him audibly sigh in relief after hearing that. "So he's okay?"

"Yep, he is sick, did you guys know that he's sick?"

"No, although I'm not surprised, he walked into he snow to get to the studio this morning and then yesterday he walked home from the studio, and then sat in his wet clothes for like an hour, claiming that ‘they'll dry eventually’" I rolled my eyes, that boy I swear. "Does he have a fever?"

"Yeah, not an alarmingly high one, but it's definitely a fever"

"He also tends to usually run warm, so his normal temperature is a bit higher than most people's, so it's likely even less of a fever"

"Alright, good to know. Is there anything else I should know?" He was quiet for a second, he seemed to be thinking. "He's very difficult when sick. I think it's because he's the leader, so he often forces himself to be strong our tough. And he doesn't easily let people just take care of him. He's very stubborn" I thought back to him nearly being forced to even just blow his nose. "He will get easier once he can come to terms with the fact that he's sick and stops being in denial and stubborn about it."

"Okay, good to know "

"Thanks for taking care of him noona"

"No problem Yeonjun" we both said goodbye, and hung up. After doing so I went back to cooking. When I heard four loud sneezes coming from the living room. And then I heard a sniffling sound, and Soobin walked into he kitchen. "Good morning sleeping beauty"

"Hi Noona" he sniffled, and sneezed again "bless you"

"Snf thanks" he took a napkin from the stack I had on my table, and blew his nose. "are you hungry?" He nodded, and blew his nose again. I felt bad for him, but also was a bit relieved that he was finally comfortable enough around me to let his guard down. I felt his forehead, he felt warmer than before, but he had also been under a blanket, and the heat was on. I did notice the way he leaned into my hand when I set it on his forehead. "Are you feeling any better?" He shook his head, "do you feel worse or about the same?"

"Maybe a little bit w-hhTTchuH- hhichAah- HHttcchUH HHTChHU-HhtcHU- *snf* a bit worse" he coughed, which sounded painful. "I'm sorry bud, after you eat you can take more medicine"

"How long was I asleep?"

"Only about 2 hours, there's a medicine that should help with your cough, it'll probably make you pretty tired though" he nodded, and sat down at the kitchen table. "I called Yeonjun and let him know where you are" "Thank you! I hadn't even thought about that"

"Yeah, neither had I, but he seemed pretty worried when I called him" he rubbed the back of his neck looking guilty. "I'll definitely owe them an apology, I'd call them but my phone's dead" he coughed with he strain of a full sentence. "I have a charger you can use, remind me after we eat" he nodded, rubbing his hands over his face, he looked drained. I gently ruffled his hair, "I'm sorry you don't feel good, once you eat you can go to sleep" he nodded, and rubbed his nose with the back of his hand. I set food in front of him. He began eating it, "’s good"

"Thank you" I hadn't cooked for anyone besides myself in a very long time, in fact since Refund Sisters in 2019. I didn't even know if it would taste good, I was so used to my own cooking that it was possible that I was a shitty cook and just was used to my own cooking. He ate most of it, he looked about to fall asleep while eating. "Bin, it's getting kinda late, you should get to bed. Do you want to shower? It might help with the congestion and your cough" he nodded, I showed him where the bathroom was, before heading back to the kitchen, and cleaning up. The I realized that Soobin didn't have any other clothes besides what he came in. So I went through my closet to see if I could find anything, sadly Soobin is much taller than I was. I thought for a minute, I knew Soobin was taller than Dawn, but at least he was closer in height than I was, and would likely have something better. And Hyuna and Dawn live next door, so I quickly went over their house and knocked on there door. Hyuna answered, "hey Jessi, what are you doing?"

"Long story, but I need guys pajamas"

"What?"

"It's a long story, I can tell you later" she looked at me like I had three heads, but she shrugged, "okay" she disappeared down the hallway and came back a second later, a pair of sweatpants, and pair of basketball shorts, a sweatshirt and a Tshirt. "I wasn't sure exactly what you needed so I hope this works."

"That's amazing thank you Hyuna" I blew her a kiss as I left, she gave me a very confused look, "you're welcome" and she returned the blown kiss. I got back to the house, I still heard the water running so I knew Soobin was still showering. I set the clothes in the counter. (Have you guys ever seen those bathrooms that have the shower+toilet in one part and then you can close the door, and then the counter/sinks are on the other side, but there's like a wall there. Yeah that's what this bathroom is) I assumed Soobin would figure out what the clothes were for, so I went back downstairs and finished cleaning up from dinner, and then went to the medicine cabinet and found the cough syrup. I sat down at the kitchen table, scrolling through Instagram while I waited. A few minutes later Soobin came downstairs wearing the basketball shorts and sweatshirt, which were a little bit small, but better than I had thought. "Oh good you found the clothes. I also have cough syrup for you, and then you should get some sleep." He nodded, "yes mom" he said jokingly, I rolled my eyes, "I'm not that old" I said, setting the cup of cough syrup in front of him. He swallowed it down, grimacing as he did so. "It's disgusting isn't it" I said trying not to laugh. Remering earlier in fall when I had a nasty cough and got the syrup, it was the most disgusting thing ever, but it really helped. He nodded, with a grimace, "it does really help" I assured him, "alright, bed time for Binnie" he blushed at my comment. But he went to the couch and layed down, I set the blanket over him, "sleep well" "Thanks so much noona"

"You're welcome" I went upstairs and got ready for bed, coming back downstairs when I was done, and was not surprised to see that Soobin was fast asleep. After making sure the front door was locked and the dishwasher had been started, I went upstairs and got into bed, I played soft music while I stared out the window, seeing soft snowflakes falling. I was glad the blizzard was stopping, I hoped they had the roads cleared soon, knowing that Soobin would be more comfortable in his own bed and house, with his members. I fell asleep not long after.

~the next morning~

Soobin p.o.v

I woke up the next morning, thuroughly confused as to where I was. It took me a solid 2 minutes to recall the day before. I was sin Jessi noona's house. I felt much better than I had the day before, I still was congested and had a scratchy throat, but I felt better. Glad that it seemed to be more of a bad cold and less of the flu. I looked around the living room, and became aware of the noise coming from the kitchen, realizing it was the sound of dishes and pans, combined with the sound of music. Once I fully focused I noticed that it was Itzy's sneakers. I climbed off the couch and went to the kitchen. "Good morning, well I guess afternoon" Jessi said smiling. "Did I wake you up?" I shook my head, looking at the clock on the stove, shocked to see that it was already 12:30. "You slept late, are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, thank you"

"No problem, are you hungry?" I nodded, after smelling whatever she was cooking I was made aware of actually how hungry I was. "sit down at the table, food's almost done" within 10 minutes the two of us were eating a delicious lunch. "Soobin, I think you should head back to your dorms after lunch. Yeonjun called me this morning wanting to make sure you're okay, I think your members would feel better having you back at the dorms with them."

"Okay, thanks for taking care of me- HhTChu-HitCHU-hhhAtChu hht-CHuH"

"No problem, and bless you" I thanked her, and went back to eating. We ate in mostly silence, besides the occasional sneezing, sniffling, and coughing, and an occasional 'bless you' or 'are you okay?' from Jessi. After I ate, I got changed back into my clothes and gave her the clothes I slept in, I was still curious where they came from. Jessi called Yeonjun and asked him to call our manager to send someone to pick me up. Our manager came and picked me up, I once again thanked Jessi, who brushed it off, and simply said, "it's what any good friend would do"

[morganayenneferburnham]

Have I Known You 20 Seconds or 20 Years? – Nikolai Lantsov Series

Chapter 1: Devils Roll the Dice, Angels Roll their Eyes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/33661984/chapters/83654680

A very short summary: Y/N has been working with the crows for a few years. Her life feels complete until she meets the insufferable Nikolai Lantsov. She finds herself forced to work with the King of Ravka on one of Kaz Brekker's crazy schemes.

Nikolai Lantsov. King of Ravka. He was privateer extraordinaire Sturmhond?

Word count: 2k

A/N:  So I wrote my first fic! Hopefully at least one person likes it! I just posted the first chapter today. The second one should follow somewhat soon ☺️I’m currently writing the third chapter!

Chapter 1: Devils Roll the Dice, Angels Roll their Eyes

Nikolai Lantsov. King of Ravka. He was privateer extraordinaire Sturmhond?

Y/N couldn’t quite believe it. She had been a fan of him for years. Asking for the latest news on the voyages of the Volkvolny and its captain every chance she got. They were legendary. When Kaz had told her a few days prior that Sturmhond was going to be with them for a job she had barely been able to contain her excitement. Now, she was mortified. How could she work with a king?

Had she not been standing next to Kaz during the meeting she’d never have believed it.

“How long have you known, Kaz? I mean, I know you’ve worked with him before but…” her voice trailed off in a question.

“I figured it out when we first met.” His mind traveled back to that day. Meeting the privateer by the Geldrenner hotel’s baths, just a few years ago. They had been trying to save Kuwei Yul-Bo, a Shu inferni who’d had the misfortune of being the son of the fabrikator who created Jurda Parem, making him the most valuable hostage in the world. They had auctioned him off, faked his death, and gotten revenge on Jan Van Eck all at the same time. “The king of Ravka wouldn’t just let anyone represent his country in important matters. The fact that he always travels with at least one member of the Triumvirate doesn’t help him keep his identity secret either.” He scoffed. “He really should stop doing that.” Kaz sounded almost… annoyed?

“I take it you’ve given him that particular piece of advice and he didn’t listen?” She smirked. “Though, you know, I’m glad Zoya Nazyalenski tagged along. She is even more gorgeous than I thought.”

“He never listens. Almost as stubborn as you.” He huffed. The glare he gave her would’ve been enough to scare most people, however, she was not most people. She considered Kaz family, and she knew that Kaz did too, in his own way. They had both lost siblings to the city after all. She had joined his crew a few months after they had lost Matthias and Nina had gone back to Ravka. He had needed a new corporalnik and she had made fast friends with Inej, Jesper, and Wylan. As much as Kaz had tried to keep the young tailor at arm’s length, she had found a way to worm herself into his cold guarded heart. His look softened before he continued. “You should steer clear of her. She’s just as icy as she appears. Wouldn’t want you to get your heart broken before the job.” That was his way of showing he cared.

“Don’t worry, Kaz, I’m not looking to marry her. Maybe she’d be open to a bit of fun?” She laughed, throwing her long auburn hair over her shoulder, and made her way back to Jesper and Wylan down the corridor.

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A few days had passed since they’d met with Sturmhond. He and Zoya had temporarily moved into the slat. Kaz had been cooped up in his office, wearing his scheming face most of that time. Everyone could tell Kaz’s plan was going to involve multiple steps and deceptions.

Since they hadn’t been working any other jobs, the crows had been left to their own devices for the first time in months. Kaz occasionally called on them for their expertise, but they had a lot more downtime than they were used to. They had taken advantage of it to get to know their new teammates. Y/N had mostly struck out with Zoya, though she had managed to make her laugh a few times, to everyone’s surprise. Maybe with more time, she’d have a small chance with Zoya? The young grisha had also tried to wrap her head around the identity of her favourite privateer. She now found herself sitting in Kaz’s office, Jesper and Wylan on her right and Sturmhond and Zoya on her left. Kaz looked all business, so serious she feared he’d give himself an aneurysm.

“I need you to tailor him. Once you’re done, you’ll tailor yourself.” Kaz nodded in Sturmhond’s direction sitting behind his cluttered desk, hands resting on his crow’s head cane.

Y/N looked up at Inej who had been sitting at Kaz’s window. “May I ask why? Hasn’t he already been tailored?” She gestured to the privateer before returning her hand to her lap. “He doesn’t look like the king of Ravka.”

Kaz rolled his eyes. “Why must you always question me?” He sighed. “Yes, he has been tailored, nonetheless, he is too easily recognizable as Sturmhond. I need you both to look like rich Kaelish merchants. It shouldn’t be too hard for you?”

“Of course not. You know there’s nothing I can’t do, Brekker.” She replied in Kaelish. She softened her tone before continuing in Kerch. “I’m simply asking you to share your brilliant scheme with us mere mortals” Her voice was laced with sarcasm. Inej stifled a laugh. It looked like the Suli girl couldn’t help but smile at the other’s antics.

Kaz groaned. “Fine, I’ll share my plan for the job. It’d be easier if you just listened. I’ll explain it once so pay attention – Jesper!” Poor Jesper jumped on his chair. He’d been staring at Sturmhond since they’d all entered the office. Y/N couldn’t blame him. The privateer did have an inexplicable charm despite his tailored features.

“Yes, Boss!” Jesper straightened in his chair and sent an apologetic look to Wylan.

“Alright, to pull this one off we’ll need blueprints that can only be found in Gert Van Verent’s safe. He keeps his office under lock and key – ”

“Wait, you want us to break into a councilman’s house, again? Why can’t you do it Kaz? You’re the best at picking locks.”

“Well, if you hadn’t interrupted me” he was glaring daggers at her now, his eyes the hue of bitter coffee “you’d know that two guards are posted outside his office, at all times” he’d emphasized the last part and raised a hand to stop Y/N from interrupting him again “and his windows are protected behind steel bars.” Y/N nodded once slowly indicating she was willing to listen with no more interruptions.

“Van Verent is throwing a party in the hopes of finding his eldest daughter a husband. Being a devout Kerch merchant, he is also using the occasion to find new business ventures. The party is our window of opportunity. That-” he gestured to her and Sturmhond “is where you two come in. Ainsley and Eoin Ó Ceallaigh, newlyweds from the Wandering Isle, looking to extend your exporting business to Kerch. I already secured your invitation” Y/N felt her jaw drop. No sound came out. All she could do was stare at Kaz. He had finally lost it. He wanted her and the king of Ravka to assume false identities and pretend to be married? Dirtyhands had gone mad.

Wylan was the one who voiced her concern. “Kaz? I know Y/N’s a talented tailor and well she is Kaelish so that part’s covered but, well, um, no disrespect Sturm-, Sir? Your Highness? But, um, do you speak Kaelish?”

The king smiled. He looked amused at Wylan’s confusion. He replied in perfect unaccented Kaelish “Call me Nikolai, it will make for less confusing conversation. Of course, I speak Kaelish, I have been educated in 6 languages. I also had a fondness for Kaelish poetry in my youth.”

Everyone seemed to relax at that. However, Y/N could tell she was going to need Jesper’s help to undo the knots in her shoulders later that night. “Kaz? I don’t think I’m that great of an actress… You also haven’t told us how we’re supposed to get the plans if we do get in.”

“Don’t worry darling, I’m sure we’ll manage. I’m talented enough for the both of us” Nikolai winked at her. Nikolai, who just so happened to be the privateer she had admired for years. She felt her cheeks flush. Saints, she thought, this is going to be a nightmare.

“Jesper and Wylan have also been invited to the party thanks to Wylan’s new position on the merchant’s council.” She had never been more grateful to Kaz for overlooking the interruptions. “They’ll cause a distraction, with Nazyalenski’s help, to let you and Nikolai slip past the guards and break into Van Verent’s office.” He stopped and looked at Y/N. “I know you can pick the lock and crack the safe. I trained you myself after all.”

The discussions and planning continued well into the night. Y/N wasn’t convinced it was such a good plan, but everyone else seemed on board so she kept her mouth shut. All she could do now was make sure to memorize all she could before the job. The party was two days away, which didn’t give them much time to learn all they could about their characters. Kaz had instructed Nikolai and Y/N to spend every waking moment working together to make sure they made a believable couple.

Twelve hours in, Y/N was cursing herself for saying she wasn’t a great actress. If she’d only pretended to be confident in her acting abilities, she might have been allowed to take a break from the insufferable king. Well, insufferable might have been a little dramatic but the man loved himself way too much. They had memorized their stories in the first 8 hours and were now being quizzed by Wylan and Jesper while she started tailoring them both, yet the King would not stop flirting with her. He also made sure to touch her every chance he got. A brush of his fingers on her cheek, of his knuckles on hers, twirling a strand of her hair around his finger. She knew it was just harmless fun for him. It was driving her completely mad. She just wanted him to take the job seriously.

“How did he propose?” Wylan asked for the third time in the past two hours.

Y/N sighed and moved her fingers through Nikolai’s hair to darken it. “It was incredibly romantic. He had planned a picnic by the lake where we met.” Her cheeks were already starting to hurt from the plastered smile on her face.

“I had all of her favourite foods, of course” Nikolai interjected, moving to softly caress the girl’s cheek.

Y/N had to restrain herself from slapping his hand away. “Yes, even strawberries, in winter! Can you believe it? Once the sun began to set, he dropped to one knee and pulled the ring from the picnic basket with a bouquet of winter roses. I’m so lucky to have fallen in love with such an attentive and caring man.” She turned to Kaz who had been observing them, leaning against the doorframe, and dropped the smile from her lips. “Was that satisfactory, Boss?”

Kaz shrugged. “It’d be better if you didn’t look like you wanted to stab him every time he touches you.”

Y/N released a breath. “Maybe if you’d let me take a break...” her tone was pleading.

Kaz smiled at that. He was finally wearing her down. Giving her a taste of what she’d put him through the last two years felt like sweet justice to him. He liked the girl well enough, but she had a way of getting on his nerves. He took no pity on her. “You’ll keep going until I actually believe you are in love with him.” He left the room with a pointed look at her.

Zoya released an amused laugh. “I’m just glad Nikolai found someone else to bother for a change.” She smiled smugly at Y/N. “Don’t worry, he’s mostly harmless. Just come find me if he gets too handsy, I’ll put him in his place for you.”

Y/N couldn’t believe it. Zoya had definitely sent her a wink before following behind Kaz. Maybe all her flirting had paid off?

“Sweetheart, I’m hurt, you are taking more interest in my general than in your own handsome husband.” Nikolai’s tone was toeing the line between mock hurt and amused.

She turned back to the three men in front of her. “Jesper, please, just shoot me.”

[the-archlich]

What battles do you think are necessary to do a proper later shu (post 234) story as in DW9 the later shu story only vaguely matches history and has some fictional battles like Mt tie long?

I got carried away with this. If you want to learn more about any of these battles you can read my articles on them:

https://classicalamateur.wordpress.com/2020/08/21/the-laixiang-expeditions/

https://classicalamateur.wordpress.com/2020/12/09/the-qiang-wars/

https://classicalamateur.wordpress.com/2021/01/24/the-longshan-campaigns/

Most of the Shu vs. Wei battles didn’t really go anywhere, so it’s a question of what gives you the most in the story, and what battles you can consolidate into one campaign. That means some of the smaller battles might take precedence over larger ones:

Liu Zhou’s Revolt (233): Technically just outside the scope of this question but I think it’s valuable. It shows that Nanzhong was still unsettled (something that will come up again later) and it’s a great opportunity to make use of characters who end up sidelined due to not having an appreciable part in Zhuge Liang’s campaigns.

The Wudu Raid (235): The year after Zhuge Liang’s death, Ma Dai led a small expedition against Wei but was defeated by Sima Yi’s subordinate Niu Jin. Following this, several Di tribes in Wudu (who may have operated in alliance with Shu) submitted to Wei. This was a minor affair but it can be put to excellent use in the story, showing the state of Shu following Zhuge Liang’s death and foreshadowing the future cooperation between Shu and the tribes of the west. It is another good time to make use of characters who were previously pushed into the background by the narrative.

I would do this one from the Jin perspective (as part of their story, not Shu’s), but it’s definitely a big narrative beat and still should be included in this list.

The Battle of Qiangzhong (240): Jiang Wei led an expedition into Longxi, and Guo Huai met him in battle at Qiangzhong. Guo Huai was victorious, then proceeded to campaign against the local Qiang tribes, defeating one of the most prominent regional leaders, Midang. He  subsequently received the submission of several thousand locals, who he strategically relocated.

The Luo Valley (Luogu) Campaign (244): Cao Shuang led a large Wei army to invade Shu. Wang Ping and Liu Min led the defense while waiting for reinforcements from Fei Yi and Jiang Wan. Liu Min defended the main position at Mt. Xingshi (using false banners to make his army appear larger) while Wang Ping led a roving unit to guard alternate paths. The Wei army suffered from logistical troubles and retreated after making no progress. Xi Zuochi claims that Fei Yi intercepted Cao Shuang at Sanling and inflicted heavy casualties on the retreating army.

The Battle of Weichi (247): Fei Yi dispatched Jiang Wei to support a widespread Qiang revolt against Wei. During this, Jiang Wei suppressed a revolt against Shu in Wenshan’s Pingkang county. After joining up with the non-Qiang leader Zhiwudai, he advanced to attack Xiahou Ba at Weichi. Guo Huai predicted this and rapidly advanced to reinforce Xiahou Ba before Jiang Wei arrived. Together, they repelled Jiang Wei, who retreated and settled some of the surrendered Qiang in strategic locations. Guo Huai then proceeded to campaign against the Qiang rebels. (See next). this could also be told from the Jin perspective.

This battle works better from Jin’s perspective (and was a continuation of the confrontation at Weichi) but is also important to the Shu narrative and should be told in some form.

The Battle of Mount Chengzhong (248): After driving Jiang Wei back at Weichi, Guo Huai proceeded to campaign against the Qiang rebels. He defeated one major group at the city of Baitu, using a decoy unit to lure them upstream along the Yellow River while he crossed downstream, allowing him to take them by surprise. Zhiwudai was besieging Wuwei, so Guo Huai marched against Xihai, where Zhiwudai’s family was. Zhiwudai broke off the siege to intercept Guo Huai and the two fought north of Longyi, with Guo Huai victorious. He then proceeded to defeat a group of rebels at the strategically important site of Mt. Shitou. Meanwhile, Jiang Wei was dispatched to aid the rebels, intending to join up with Zhiwudai at Shiyang while Liao Hua established a fortress at Mount Chengzhong. Guo Huai sent Xiahou Ba to harass and delay Jiang Wei while he led the main force to Mount Chengzhong. He was able to defeat Liao Hua and capture the position before Jiang Wei arrived, forcing the Shu army to retreat.

The Yuexi Campaigns (before 249): A series of campaigns conducted in Nanzhong by Ma Zhong and Zhang Ni. These efforts decisively settled the region in Shu’s favor, with no major disturbances arising in the future. This is another good place to involve individuals who were sidelined during the battles against Wei.

Again, I think this is better told from the Jin perspective but it’s another important battle to Shu and could work from either perspective (or be broken apart between the two sides after Jiang Wei’s initial retreat.)

The Qu Mountain Campaign (249): Hoping to take advantage in shifts of power in Wei, Fei Yi once again dispatched Jiang Wei to support Qiang rebels. He constructed two fortresses at Qu Mountain, where his subordinates were tasked with gathering hostages to ensure the support of the local tribes. Chen Tai and Deng Ai surrounded the fortresses at Qu while Guo Huai moved to cut off Jiang Wei’s rout of retreat from his position at Nitou back to Shu. Jiang Wei recognized this danger and withdrew, abandoning his allies at Qu. Guo Huai led his forces against the remaining Qiang rebels, but Deng Ai predicted Jiang Wei would return. Jiang Wei sent Liao Hua as a decoy to distract Deng Ai while he advanced on Taocheng, but Deng Ai saw through the ruse and led a forced march, beating Jiang Wei to the city, causing Jiang Wei to withdraw again. The forces at Qu then surrendered to Guo Huai.

The Battle of Xiangwu (254): After Fei Yi’s assassination in 253, Jiang Wei led a large-scale invasion of Wei, intended to be conducted in conjunction with Zhuge Ke’s attack on Hefei. Chen Tai maneuvered to isolate him by occupying Luomen, so Jiang Wei withdrew before the situation was critical, although his army remained in the field rather than returning to the garrisons, only briefly returning to Chengdu at the start of the next year (254). The Wei commander in charge of the strategically important city of Didao offered to turn the city over to Shu, so Jiang Wei returned to the field to support him. The city was indeed turned over to Jiang Wei, but he continued to advance into Wei’s territory against the advice of his subordinates. He was intercepted by the Wei army at Xiangwu, led by a lesser-known commander named Xu Zhi. The two armies fought furiously and Jiang Wei was ultimately victorious, though he sustained heavy casualties including the death of the eminent general Zhang Ni. Despite this victory, Jiang Wei was no longer able to hold Didao and retreated, resettling civilians in Shu’s northern counties.

I think this one is best split in two. The first half (up to the victory at Taoxi) would be from Shu’s perspective, the 2nd half from Jin’s.

The Battle of Didao (255): Hoping to take advantage of disturbances within Wei, Jiang Wei began another campaign, hoping to capture Didao. He spread rumors that his army would advance by three routes, but Chen Tai correctly predicted he would only attack Didao and ordered the local commander Wang Jing to garrison the city and wait for reinforcements before taking further action. Ignoring this advice, Wang Jing sent forces to intercept Jiang Wei but they were defeated. Hoping to stop Jiang Wei before he reached Didao, Wang Jing left the city to meet him at Taoxi. Chen Tai heard that Wang Jing had disregarded orders and sent units ahead to garrison Didao. Jiang Wei and Wang Jing fought at Taoxi, with Jiang Wei scoring a substantial victory, forcing Wang Jing to flee back to Didao. Jiang Wei pursued him and proceeded to besiege the city. When word of this reached the Wei court, reinforcements were dispatched from the eastern front, including Deng Ai. Chen Tai held strategic points to contain the Shu army while waiting for these reinforcements, then led them to relieve Didao when they arrived. He made a secret march to a mountain southeast of the city to surround Jiang Wei and although Jiang Wei set units in ambush, Chen Tai circumvented them and the Shu army had no warning. The two armies fought on the slopes of the mountain but Chen Tai was victorious. He then coordinated with Wang Jing to cut off Jiang Wei’s route of retreat, but Jiang Wei learned of the plan and fled before he could be trapped.

This could easily be from Jin’s perspective too but is worth including from either side.

The Battle of Duan Valley (256): Jiang Wei arranged to attack Shanggui with another leading general, Hu Ji. However, when he drew near Shanggui there was no sign of Hu Ji (whose absence appears to have been due to factors outside of his control) and Jiang Wei received word that Deng Ai had predicted his plan and was already defending Shanggui. The Shu army shifted it’s target to Nan’an, but Deng Ai moved to intercept them and the two fought at Mount Wucheng. Jiang Wei was pushed back and followed the mountains east to Shanggui, but Deng Ai again intercepted him and the two clashed once more in Duan Valley (Duangu). There, Jiang Wei suffered significant casualties and was forced to withdraw.

The Battle of Mang River (257): Learning that Zhuge Dan defected to Wu and that much of the Wei army was fighting in the east, Jiang Wei once again invaded the north, beginning his campaign with a strike on a grain depot near the Great Wall. Deng Ai and Sima Wang intercepted Jiang Wei en route and drove him back. The Shu army then settled down in the mountains by the Mang River to take advantage of any weaknesses Wei showed. The Wei army took up a mirrored position along the Wei River and the two armies faced each other for several months. Jiang Wei tried to lure the Wei forces into battle, but Deng Ai and Sima Wang did not leave their fortified positions and no progress could be made. When he heard that Zhuge Dan had been defeated at the start of 258, Jiang Wei withdrew.

Mang River was the last major campaign Jiang Wei led against Wei. He did attack Houhe in 262 but little is recorded about this and it appears to have been a very minor incident, perhaps more political than military in nature.

The Battle of Jian’ge (263): In 263, Wei instigated a large invasion into Shu. Jiang Wei was initially at Tazhong, where he was attacked by Deng Ai. He fled, escaping from Deng Ai and another Wei general named Zhuge Xu. He intended to occupy Yang’an Pass but it already fell to Zhong Hui. Instead, Jiang Wei occuped Jian’ge along with the reinforcements that were dispatched from Chengdu. There, they successfully resisted Zhong Hui. Zhong Hui began planning to withdraw and accept the partial success of capturing Yang’an, but Deng Ai made a daring march through the mountains and surrounded Chengdu, forcing Liu Shan’s surrender. Jiang Wei heard of this and withdrew to Fu. Upon learning that Liu Shan ordered him to lay down his arms, Jiang Wei surrendered to Zhong Hui.

The Chengdu Revolt (264): Zhong Hui had plans to become an independent warlord in Shu and potentially defeat Sima Zhao to take control of Wei, and Jiang Wei joined in on this plot, possibly hoping to use the disorder to restore Liu Shan to the throne. Although Zhong Hui carefully maneuvered to have his rivals removed, his plan found little support and the rebellion was quickly defeated by Wei loyalists. Jiang Wei was killed in the fighting and the state of Shu was firmly destroyed.

[khazadspoon]

I went ahead and got round to writing a sequel to this chengyao thing I did a while back. The idea didn’t want to let me go and I’ve been a bit stuck on them so... yeah. Set in a canon-divergent AU because JGY can’t have nice things unless I change the world to make them possible and not terrible. 

ChengYao, slightly nsfw, hints of unrequited/complicated 3zun.

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The hat glared up at him from the floor, a single orange-red stone catching the light and whispering to him ‘you did something wrong’. He hadn’t - not that he knew of, at least. Whatever had happened hadn’t been his fault, Jiang Cheng knew that in some functional part of his mind. 

The strange push-and-pull between himself and Jin Guangyao had been going on for months. Sometimes he would visit Lanling and find himself in expensive sheets, his mind pleasantly blank as his body reacted to touches that set him ablaze. Jin Guangyao would praise him with honeyed words, kiss him and say his name in a breathless voice, sometimes under him and sometimes over him, sometimes hot and tight around him, sometimes hot and hard inside him. Then there were the days he would walk with Jin Guangyao in Yunmeng, taking him back to Lotus Pier at night to start the dance again in his own bed, or under the roof of a pavilion, or at the edge of a lake where no one would see. 

They provided release for one another. They moved together, shivered and cried out, the heat of their bodies mingling until there was nothing but sex left in the world for them to care about. Jiang Cheng came to crave it. He found himself imagining Lianfang-Zun’s pretty gasps and sharp nails as he lay awake at night. He wondered if Jin Guangyao thought of him, too. 

But, that night in some smaller sect’s mansion, something had happened. They had snuck off, the evening winding down, and Jiang Cheng had ached with want as he lifted Jin Guangyao off the ground. Heat had blossomed between them as it had done countless times before. They had been almost at the point of finding a room, his or another, it didn’t matter, and then-

Jin Guangyao had fled. He had pushed at Jiang Cheng’s shoulders, flung himself away, and had ran down the hallway. There had been something cold and broken in his eyes, something that had distracted him so much he had left his hat there on the floor in the dust. 

Jiang Cheng took deep breaths and controlled the deep well of confusion, disappointment and desire in his gut. He bent and picked up the hat, dusted it carefully, and walked with slow steps towards Jin Guangyao’s room. 

When he arrived there was no sound from within. The light was out, the hallway empty, but he knocked lightly just in case. It wouldn’t do to just leave the hat outside. Besides, a large and gnawing part of him needed to know what had happened. 

The door slipped open and the pale, drawn face of Meng Yao peered out at him from the gloom. 

“Sect Leader Jiang,” Meng Yao said softly, meekly in a way riled Jiang Cheng’s temper and made him want to snarl. 

He didn’t snarl, but his lips curled in a sneer despite himself. “Don’t call me that, not now.”

He pushed his way in, ignored the weak protest from the man behind him, and placed the hat delicately on the table 

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” He asked, trying to temper his tone to sound less accusatory than the words felt. 

When he turned he noticed the unkempt state of dress the other man was in. His robes were half open, his hair wild and in such disarray it looked as though he had been tugging at it. Something fierce and protective rose in Jiang Cheng’s chest at the sight. This was not the Lianfang-Zun who had won them the Sunshot Campaign, this was not the Jin Guangyao who had exposed his own father’s wrongdoings and helped his half-brother become Sect Leader, this was not the Shu Shu who cared so diligently for young Jin Ling. This was… he didn’t know who this was. He hadn’t known Meng Yao before the world had become a living hell.

Meng Yao bowed his head, eyes flicking to the hat and back to the floor. “I’m sorry, Jiang Wanyin, but I don’t-”

“Cut that out,” Jiang Cheng hissed, “I’m not angry at you, you don’t need to cower like that. Just-” He sighed, took another deep breath and let it out slowly through his nose. “Did I do something wrong?”

The question made Meng Yao look up at him in confusion. His wide eyes were bright, the meekness slipped away as he shook his head. “No, of course not. You did nothing I didn’t want you to.”

“Is that a problem?”

A bitter laugh left the smaller man’s shapely mouth. “Not in and of itself, no. I… thought I had seen someone,” he finished, shoulders dropping as he started to fuss with the cuff of his robe. 

Jiang Cheng frowned. “Who was it?” Whoever it had been, they had to have some sort of sway over Jin Guangyao to make him react like this. There were so few people who had such power nowadays, even fewer who were of any consequence. He went through names and faces in his mind, tried to remember anyone who had free reign of Clan Leader Hong’s mansion, and felt realisation hit him like a knife. 

He looked up and met Jin Guangyao’s gaze, saw the resignation on his face and felt his frown grow deeper. 

“Your sworn brothers.”

Jin Guangyao nodded. 

“And you fear what they would say if they saw us together?” He asked. Nie Mingjue he could imagine reacting rashly, causing a scene or lashing out, but Lan Xichen… Zewu-Jun was only known for his kindness and understanding, he couldn’t imagine any negative reaction from the First Jade of Gusu. Everyone knew he favoured Jin Guangyao, it was no secret. It was also no secret that the Venerated Triad were close, and Jiang Cheng had been surprised when Jin Guangyao had said there was nothing more than brotherhood between them. So then, what had frightened Jin Guangyao? 

Jin Guangyao shook his head, a shuddering breath falling from his lips. “You don’t love me,” he started, “and I don’t love you. It is simple and uncomplicated. If you find a wife I will let you go and mourn very little, and I know you would do the same for me. But I- there is no wife for me. What I want would destroy me and be tainted in turn by me. So no, I don’t fear their reactions. I fear opening that door and finding possibility behind it, only for it to be taken away from me.” He walked to the table and bent, picked up the hat and turned it in his hands. 

Jiang Cheng thought of Wen Qing. He remembered the sting of her refusal, thought of how it still hurt like an old scar when she arrived with Wei Wuxian to gatherings as part of his strange half-family. 

“I… see.”

He didn’t, not really, but he could imagine some of what Meng Yao must have been feeling. With heavy steps he placed himself beside the man, reached out and put the hat back on the table. He put a hand on Jin Guangyao’s hip and let the heat of his skin seep through thin robes.

“Do you want to end this, then?”

Jin Guangyao shook his head. He shifted, leaned into Jiang Cheng’s hand, his breath slow but uneven as the hand drifted up his side. 

“Will you let me distract you for a while?” Jiang Cheng said under his breath. He stepped closer, brushed his lips against the shell of one pink-tinged ear. Jin Guangyao shivered, nodded, his eyes slipping shut as Jiang Cheng began to undress him. 

In the darkness of a borrowed room, they fell into one another. Jiang Cheng did his best to help his lover forget the world. He used what little skill he had to drive thoughts of other men from Jin Guangyao’s mind, used his hands and lips, his tongue, poured his strength into languid thrusts and caught each moan and bitten off curse with his mouth. 

The hat lay forgotten on the table, and Jin Guangyao came undone in his hands. 

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Having a snowball fight---KBTBB

Christmas Countdown--- Day 19

“You’ll never catch me old man!” Ota taunted, while sticking his tongue out at Baba.

“Ota! There’s no need to be cruel,” Baba replied with a pout.

The two troublemakers were returning from lunch and were nearly in front of the Tres Spades, when Ota thought it would be funny to pelt Baba with a snowball. Baba retaliated by quickly forming his own balls of snow and tossing them back at the artist. Distracted by snowballs flying back and forth in the air, Baba and Ota didn’t even notice that Mamoru had been discussing something with Hayami in front of the grand hotel. Mamoru noticed the pair and rolled his eyes while saying goodbye to Hayami.

“What a pain in the ass,” Mamoru sighed, as he trudged over to reluctantly join them. “Stop causing so much trouble. Eisuke is not going to be happy with all the commotion this close to his hotel.”

Still focusing on the snowball fight and ignoring the heed to Mamoru’s warning, they shrugged nonchalantly, and each continued with their quest for victory over the other. Coincidentally, an elongated black limo was now driving up and parked right at the entrance of the Tres Spades.

“Honestly Ichinomiya, I never thought the day would come when I would see you ask me for a favor,” Shuichi smirked, climbing out of the limo after Eisuke.

They were returning from a summit meeting at the embassy, and much to Shuichi’s surprise, Eisuke asked if he could join him in attendance. Eisuke shook his head and scowled while folding his arms over his chest.

“I figured it was time for you to prove how profitable you could be to our operation,” Eisuke remonstrated, “My intuition about turned about to be correct, considering you hold more significance as an ambassador than I had originally anticipated.”

After a lengthy meeting, Eisuke was in desperate need of a coffee. He was about to page MC, when the rambunctious sight of his colleagues tossing snow around like children, forced him to stomp over and put an end to the humiliating scene.

“Your friends always seem to put on quite the performance,” Shuichi chuckled in amusement.

“What do you two think you’re doing?” Eisuke snapped, while neglecting Shuichi’s comment. “I order you to-!”

SMACK!

Eisuke never managed to finish delivering his ultimatum, because a stray snowball landed smack dab in the middle of his face. Everything and everyone seemed to pause at the scene, as Ota and Baba wore matching looks of horror on their faces. A deadly silence hung over the air, until Shuichi burst out into an obnoxious laughter, and swiftly snapped a picture with his phone.

“Hahahahaha, this day may not turn out to be so mundane after all,” the ambassador wheezed in delight.

Meanwhile a regretful Baba tiptoed carefully closer to the billionaire, and Ota hung back, mainly because he was petrified of Eisuke’s reaction.

“Boss,” Baba began to apologize, “It was an honest mistake……there’s no need to do anything rash now.”

After what seemed like a tortures time to wait, Eisuke gradually pulled out his few, and started to make a call.

“Outside. Get here now,” Eisuke barked, before hanging up the phone.

Eisuke wiped the melted snow from his face, and soon Soryu emerged from the Tres Spades, with Ryosuke and Samejima closely in tow. Soryu arrived on scene and used his deductive skills to piece together what happened.

“Eisuke, I would prefer not to make too much of a scene by taking them out in public,” the mobster muttered.

“Soryu, you can’t do that!” Ota pleaded desperately. “We didn’t mean to hit Eisuke! Please, don’t kill us!”

Eisuke had been on the phone during this exchange, and was now making his own snowball, before shooting Ota and Baba an evil grin

“Remember, that revenge is a dish best served cold.”

WHACK!

Ota roared with hilarity, and the thief immediately prepared for battle. Soryu groaned in annoyance but followed suit and commenced a defense strategy.

“Inui, go cover Eisuke!” Soryu barked and turned to Mamoru who had been quietly watching. “Make yourself useful and come help us.”

“I ain’t getting involved,” Mamoru grumbled, “I got to get to work.”

Still, Mamoru made no effort to leave, and instead lit up a cigarette to enjoy the show.

“Ugh, smoking is bad for your health,” Shuichi lectured. He turned to suddenly see Luke and Rhion appear from the hotel and joined the two standing on the sidelines.

“Eisuke called and asked that I come out here,” Luke explained to the others, “Rhion and I were enjoying a cup of tea together, so I invited him along.”

Rhion shyly offered a wave, and his eyes widened at the sight of the snowballs being thrown back and forth between the groups of friends.

“There’s nothing more preposterous than a bunch of grown men, volunteering to act like uncivilized barbarians,” Shuichi complained.

Luke and Rhion had gone off to make their own snow creations, and the battle was beginning to intensify.

“You’re going down Sor!” Baba gleefully taunted, before his throw was cancelled out by Eisuke’s.

“Is that all you got?” Eisuke mocked. “Pathetic.

Ryosuke ran back to gather more snow, when he saw Hikaru and MC stepping outside their workplace. Frantically, Ryosuke ran back trying to warn the others of MC’s prompt arrival.

“Boss! Mr. Ichinomiya! The princess is on her way!”

Everyone’s attention snapped at the sight of their favorite maid, and with a quick glance around at each other, they mutually agreed their snowball fight was over.

“What’s everyone doing out here? It’s unusual for you all to be hanging outside of the penthouse lounge together,” MC curiously questioned the group.

A few of the bidders stared down at the ground, while Baba cleared his throat to offer an explanation.

“Well you see princess, we were fitting in a training session,” he smoothly attempted to rewrite history.

MC didn’t seem to be buying Baba’s explanation, because she tilted her head in confusion.

“Um, did you guys join some sort of team without telling me or something?”

Luke, who was still playing in the snow nearby with Rhion, decided that now would be a great time to rejoin the conversation.

“There was no training happening,” the spacey doctor confronted, “You guys were in the middle of a snowball fight.”

MC’s eyes widened at Luke’s declaration.  She paused for a few moments and bit her lip to hold in her laughter. Eisuke saw MC trying to contain her delight and interjected in hopes of misleading her.

At least, that’s what Eisuke was planning on doing. That is until Hikaru pulled out his phone and showed MC something that did eventually cause her to start giggling.

“Shu sent me a video of today’s escapades,” Hikaru smoothly affirmed.

Now that there was undeniable evidence of their actions, the group of men involved in the activities turned a deep shade of red, and MC appreciated the rare sight of seeing the bidders flustered. The men each awkwardly made excuses to leave, and they soon dispersed their separate ways.

MC shook her head, as she watched everyone else return to the Tres Spades. These guys were a handful, but they were her handfuls.

Her pager buzzed in her jacket pocket, and MC saw Eisuke’s message demanding she make them coffee. Breaking off into a brisk trot, MC rushed back to meet the five-minute deadline, and for once was eager to take her turn on the teasing side of things.

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Chaos Lineage Yuma Chapter 6 Translation

All the Violets were put into the dungeon.

I didn't know what kind of discussion

Reiji-san had with Carla-san and the

others who just got captured.

But judging from Yuma-kun's sullen face,

it was clear that it wasn't just a peaceful talk.

Even when I woke up from a light sleep,

I felt like something heaving was

sticking to my chest--

Place : Scarlet mansion – Living room and dining room

Yui : It used to be the time to eat, but Reiji-san and the others are actually in the dungeon, right ?

Yuma : Yeah... They talked about getting the truth out of Carla

Yui : (Getting the truth out of Carla-san... ? I hope they aren't using the hard way, but they surely will...)

Shouldn't you go as well, Yuma-kun ?

Yuma : … Reiji forbids me to participate at the interrogation

Yui : Eh !? Why... !?

Yuma : I was a disturbance. 'Cause even though they're enemies, I didn't shut my mouth and defended them

But do they really need to bother harming those they trapped ?

Shit... It's sickening...

Yui : (Since he's regaining his memories, his feelings got even more cloudy...)

You're worried, right... ? About Carla-san, Laito-kun, Subaru-kun... Kou-kun and Azusa-kun...

Yuma : Yeah... Azusa may be okay since he got used to endure pain

But Kou's self-indulgent, so he's obviously the one who hates being confined the most

Yui : Eh... ?

This is... You remembered something about them, Yuma-kun !?

Yuma : … Ah ? What did I say just now ?

Yui : Ah...

(It seems he doesn't completely remember them. He said those words unconsciously...)

(He knows these two somewhere in his heart but what would make him take one step forward ?)

Yuma : Hey, are you listening ?

Yui : Eh ? Ah, s-sorry

Yuma : Hey... Did I blurt out weird stuff ? What did I say ?

Yui : (Eh ? How should I respond...?)

Choice 1 : You didn't say anything (black roses)

Yui : You didn't say anything. It looks like I misheard

Yuma : Stop lying. You wanna watch me suffering that much ? Aah ?

Yui : I-I'm sorry

Yuma : Tch... Don't briefly apologize. I just wanna know

Choice 2 : You were worried (white roses)

Yui : … You were worried about Kou-kun and Azusa-un

Yuma : Really... ? Why's that ?

– End of choices

Yuma : I know I sound crazy. But I have no idea what's wrong with me

Seriously, what the hell happened... ?

Yui : Well... It would be better for you to not try too hard to think about something you don't understand

Besides, I think you will understand over time

(That's right... So we shouldn't rush. I really want to tell him everything right now, but—)

(There's no point in just telling him. If my blood can help him even a little, I will wait)

(Because I'm sure the moment he gets his memories back will come...)

I know, how about doing something to distract yourself ? It's not good to overthink

Yuma : … You're right. Thinking ain't my role

No matter if I think about those guys or slack off, that won't change anything

Yui : Yes. So let's put that aside and clear your mind

Yuma : Heh, you're being bossy. But that's not a bad idea

… So ? Are you gonna keep me company to distract me ?

Yui : Yes, of course. How about going to the vegetable garden ? We can even prepare dinner

Yuma : Y'know... I expected an erotic answer for a bit

Yui : Eh ?

*Yuma gets closer

Yuma : If I play with you, it'll be the best distraction, right ?

Yui : … ! Y-You mean sucking my blood ?

Yuma : I don't even have to bother telling you. Just so you know, I won't let you escape

Yui : (I don't know if it's true or not, but if Yuma-kun remember something by sucking my blood...)

(There's no reason for me to run away)

… I won't escape

Yuma : Heh, how brave. That's worthy of the lady Eve everyone wants, huh ? Excellent. Then I won't hold back

… But is it worth competing for you because you're Eve ? Who would want some poor-looking woman ?

Yui : Kyaa... !

(Yuma-kun's finger is tracing my body...)

Yuma : Your chest is small, other here too...

Yui : Hyaa... ! Yuma-kun... stop...

Yuma : What ? Do you feel it at that level ? You're sensitivity isn't bad

Yui : Hm, ah...

Yuma : … !

Yui : (… I-I let out a weird voice. I'm embarrassed...!)

Yuma : Hmm... That kind of face you make isn't bad

Yui : No... Wait a moment... !

Yuma : I won't wait. You said you'd keep me company

Yui : (His finger is more... No... My head heats up...)

Yuma : Your sweet smell is getting stronger... Amazing... I can't think of anything else...

Yui : Hyaa... Please, don't whisper to my hear... !

Yuma : Is this place good ? Then I'll suck from your hear. *sucks blood

Yui : Ah, no... Hmm... !

Yuma : At first, it annoyed me, but your cries are good...

It's bad... I can't stop... *sucks blood

Yui : Aaah... Hm... !

Yuma-kun, I'll almost...

Yuma : No, you won't escape. Just keep quiet... and feel my fangs

Yui : (It will drive me more crazy... than Yuma-kun...)

(But I wonder if I will be forgiven for being swept away by pleasure just now--)

Scene change : Orange mansion – Living room and dining room

Shin : I'm home. Phew, I'm tired

Ruki : Good work

Shin : Seriously, big brother, telling me to go spy on the Scarlets and the Violets alone... You push others too hard

Ruki : It's because I thought you were the most qualified for it. So, are there any movements in the other houses ?

Shin : There's something big. You'll be shocked by what you'll hear

… All the Violets got captured by the Scarlets

Ruki : … What ?

Shin : I wonder if Reiji was lucky. It looked like the Violets, who moved first, were incompetents

There's no doubt all the members including Carla are now locked in the Scarlet dungeon

Ruki : I see. It's convenient those cumbersome Violets are sealed away

It was worth waiting for an opportunity, like a snake

Shin : Then... We're finally doing it ?

Ruki : Yes... The supreme ruler's throne only turns the foolish ones into useless tools

Only those who know how to use them should access the throne. And because of that--

I will absolutely get my hands on Eve

Scene change : Scarlet mansion – Living room and dining room

Yui : (Uuh... Yuma-kun completely blew me away...)

(Come to think of it, we're in the living room. It's a good thing no one came...)

Yuma : You usually aren't sexually attractive at all but you make a nice expression when I suck your blood. You were seductive a moment ago

Yui : Wha... !? You didn't have to say that !

Yuma : Haha, you bark often

But your distraction alleyed my thoughts

'Kay, let's go. The number of prisoners increased so we have to motivate ourselves to make dinner

Yui : Eh ? Are you going to make meals for Carla-san, Laito-kun and Subaru-kun as well ?

Yuma : It would be weird if I only do it for Kou and Azusa. They would be reluctant

Also, they're Kou and Azusa's... precious brothers

Yui : But won't your brothers say something... ?

Yuma : It'll go well as long as they don't find out. And you'll help me out !

Yui : Eeeh !?

Yuma : You're the one who told me I'm free to do what I want, huh ?

Yui : … !

Yes... You're right

(He doesn't have ferocious eyes like when I just came here. He has bright and nostalgic eyes)

Yuma : Hey, what's with that smile ?

Yui : I-I'm not smiling !

Yuma : No matter how you look at it, you were smiling

Yui : W-Well... !

??? : … You're noisy

Yui : Eh !?

Shu : You're being annoyingly loud for a while. I can't sleep

Yuma : Shu... You were sleeping here ? Weren't you at the dungeon ?

Shu : The interrogation looked annoying so I skipped it

Yui : S-Since when were you here... !?

Shu : Who knows ? I woke up because you started to moan loudly

Yui : T-That was quite a while ago... So you were listening all this time !?

(I thought no one were here but Shu-san was listening... I'm embarrassed...!)

Yuma : Ah~ah, he listened to your disturbing voice

Yui : D-Don't say that... And Shu-san, it's not good to eavesdrop !

Shu : I listened whether I liked it or not. And whatever you do doesn't matter to me. More importantly--

Stop looking after the enemy now

Yui : Eh... ?

Yuma : … What's that, all of a sudden ?

Shu : As I told you, you'll only get into trouble if you go against Reiji... You know it better than anyone

Reiji spared you for now but I don't know what will happen if you keep on doing that

Yuma : It's not like I want to go against him. But... this is wrong

Shu : … Wrong ?

Yuma : I've been following Reiji's orders, but something feels weird recently. At that time too--

*flashback

Reiji : … Yuma

Yuma : What ?

Reiji : You must be glad to have a good excuse this time. However… There won’t be a second time

Yuma : … !

*Reiji leaves

Yuma : Tch... That Reiji guy... He knows and gave me a warning

*end of flashback

Yuma : Reiji's my older brother, for sure. He's smart and I depend on him. But...

Was really my brother like that ?

Yui : … !

Yuma : Of course he kills when he has to. But there's also times when he doesn't choose that option in order to keep people alive

And yet, he tried to get rid of Kou and Azusa, like he wants to crush even insects...

Shit, I can't say it well... !

Yui : (There's a conflict inside Yuma-kun...)

Yuma : I don't know why but I can't rely on him !

It got worse when I talked to Kou and Azusa !

Shu : Hey, don't be so loud

Yui : Yuma-kun, calm down !

Yuma : There's no way I can calm do--

… Uuugh...

Yui : (… ! Don't tell me it's the dizziness again ?)

*Yuma gets a flashback of the Mukami's living room

Yuma : … Guuuh !?

Shu : Hey, what's wrong ?

Yuma : What... was that... just now... ? Why... ?

Yui : Yuma-kun, calm down. Everything's fine...

Yuma : … uys

Yui : Eh ?

Yuma : Those guys were waiting... I was back... from the garden...

Shu : Who are “those guys” you're talking about ?

Yuma : Kou, Azusa... and... and who ?

Who was that guy... ?

Yui : (He can't remember Ruki-kun...?)

Shu : … You're tired. You're taking care of that woman and the prisoners, and you fought the other Violets

Take some rest now... I'll do as if I haven't heard what you said

*Shu leaves

Yui : Ah... Shu-san...

(It's fine, Shu-san isn't going to tell Reiji-san... So now--)

Yuma-kun... Are you okay ?

Yuma : Ah, yeah... I kind of lost my mind... Sorry

That dizziness disappeared. I must be tired as Shu said...

Yui : Yes... That's right. Let's go to your room to rest ?

(He recovers his memories little by little. But he didn't reach the last step)

(This step being Ruki-kun...)

(His bond with Ruki-kun completely disappeared right now...)

Hey, what do you think of Kou-kun and Azusa-kun ?

Yuma : Ah ? What I think... ? They're enemies but... Well, I don't feel hatred towards them

Yui : … What about Ruki-kun ?

Yuma : That Ruki from the Oranges ? I told you before. I can't stand that guy

Yui : I see... You're right

(Just as I thought, only his feelings about Ruki-kun are completely missing)

(They were so close, and yet...)

(Ruki-kun isn't present in his heart...)

Yuma : H-Hey... Why are you crying ?

Yui : … Eh... ?

Ah, sorry... Nothing sad happened, and yet... I wonder why

Yuma : You...

I immediately wiped my tears and

smiled so Yuma-kun wouldn't notice.

However, the tears overflowed one

after another and they just didn't stop.

This bond they always had disappeared.

Amongst the memories of his brothers sleeping

inside Yuma-kun, only Ruki-kun is missing.

I didn't know how to get this memory back.

Chapter 6 : End

[unfolded73]

How Do We Get Back (11/16) - schitt’s creek ff

Summary: In a literal alternate universe where the Roses escaped financial ruin, David and Patrick struggle with loneliness and a sense that something isn’t right. A chance meeting in New York and a terrible tragedy drive them to question whether the timeline they are on is the right one.

This chapter is rated explicit, 4.0k words.  (ao3)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10

I’m posting this from beyond the grave thanks to the S6 teaser being released today, so I apologize for any typos I failed to catch - my brain is mush.

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Chapter 11

The drive to the Schitt’s Creek Motel was short, and when they pulled into the parking lot, the only other car was Stevie’s.

“Okay, when you said run down, you meant we are definitely going to be murdered here in our sleep,” David said.

“It’s this or we keep driving,” Patrick said, already getting out of the car.

The office was dimly lit when Patrick opened the door, and the first thing that struck him was the distinctive odor of pot smoke.

“Patrick?” Stevie sat behind the desk, eyes red-rimmed and glassy. It occurred to him that he hadn’t heard from her since she’d called him about Alexis.

“Stevie, are you getting high at work?” he asked, even though he didn’t really need to ask. The joint smoldering in an ashtray on the desk made it obvious even if the smell hadn’t.

David walked in at that point and recoiled. “Okay, so exactly what kind of seedy opium den have you brought us to?”

“I am getting high at work, because this isn’t going to be my work for much longer. What are you doing here?” she said.

“What do you mean, this isn’t going to be your work for much longer?” Patrick asked.

“I sold the place,” Stevie explained, raising her hands to encompass the motel. “They’re coming to bulldoze it in a few weeks so they can put in a truck stop. Aren’t you going to introduce me?” she said, pointing at David.

“Stevie, this is David Rose. David, this is Stevie Budd.”

David raised his hand briefly in a wave. “Your last name is a little on the nose, isn’t it?”

“Oh wow, I’ve never heard that one before,” Stevie said with her best deadpan delivery before turning back to Patrick. “What are you doing here? Seriously, I literally never thought I’d see your face again.”

“David wanted to get out of New York for a while after the�� funeral,” he said.

“So you came here?”

“We’re on our way to Oak Grove but…” Patrick looked at David, trying to gauge whether he might have changed his mind about sleeping here now that he’d seen the place. “It’s been a long day, and I thought you might still be running a motel here that rented rooms to people in exchange for money.”

“I am,” Stevie said, swiveling around to the rack of keys behind her. “Room six is available.” She sort of snickered as she pulled down the key. “All the rooms are available, but I actually changed the sheets in room six yesterday.”

“That sounds like an excellent pull quote for the motel’s website,” David said, still lingering back near the door.

“Really? Because I was going to go with, ‘Come for the uncomfortable mattresses, stay for the coffee that tastes like motor oil,’” Stevie countered.

“What about, ‘Number one choice of lonely drifters’?” David shot back.

Stevie grinned at Patrick. “I like him,” she said before looking back at David. “I like you.”

“Enough to share some of that?” David said, approaching the desk and indicating Stevie’s joint.

“David,” Patrick said at the same time that Stevie said, “Go for it.”

David picked up the joint between two fingers and took a long drag off of it, holding the smoke in his lungs as he handed it back to Stevie.

“We’ll take room six, I guess,” Patrick said.

“He texted me the day after you guys had sex the first time,” Stevie stage-whispered to David as she handed the joint back to him for another hit. “He said you were hot.”

“Okay, I’m going to get the bags,” Patrick said loudly, trying to will himself not to blush.

“Did he?” David said with a grin.

Patrick walked back outside, closing the door firmly behind him. He probably should have known Stevie and David would immediately hit it off — they had a lot in common. He also probably should have known that Stevie of the eggplant emojis would waste no time in embarrassing him. He sighed, opening the trunk. At least it was something to distract David from his grief momentarily.

By the time Patrick got the suitcases unloaded into the room, David had left the office and wandered down to join him.

“I approve of your friend,” David said as he looked around. The room had only one double bed in it, which was kind of odd for a motel, Patrick thought. David was moving around the perimeter of the space, touching things: the tacky paintings on the wall, the old-fashioned tube television, the round table in the corner, the cheap accordion-door closet.

“You approve of her marijuana, you mean,” Patrick said as he put his suitcase on the bed and unzipped it.

“Not at all, her marijuana is terrible.” He’d reached the door that led to an adjoining room and pushed on it, making it swing open.

“Well, that’s not safe,” Patrick said. “Shouldn’t that door be locked?” David said nothing and went into the room so Patrick followed, pausing to test the doorknob. The lock seemed to be broken.

This second room had two single beds in it, which was also a very odd motel arrangement. Patrick started to wonder who had furnished this place and whether they were just as high as Stevie.

“I’m having that feeling again,” David said. “Like I’ve been here before.”

“You’re probably just high.”

“I’m not going to get high from two hits of Stevie’s mediocre weed.” David was still touching things in the room, a thoughtful expression on his face. “It’s all just spookily familiar.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ve spent a lot of your life in similarly seedy motel rooms,” Patrick said, standing with his arms crossed and watching David move around the space.

“I know you’re making fun of me, but I still feel the need to point out that I’ve never stayed anywhere like this before,” David said.

“We don’t have to stay, David—”

“No, it’s fine.”

Patrick walked over and bolted the door to the outside. “I assume Stevie isn’t going to rent this room tonight, but just in case.” He patted David on the shoulder as he returned to their room.

They ended up reclined side-by-side on the bed, watching movies that happened to be playing on the few basic cable channels the motel had. Stevie joined them for most of Twister with a bottle of wine in hand, sitting in a chair with her feet up on the dresser and sharing their extra-large pizza. It was nice, and it was comfortable, being here with his friend and with the man who wasn’t his boyfriend but who he maybe definitely was falling in love with.

After the movie, Stevie left them alone with a wink and a filthy comment, her grin the last thing Patrick saw when he closed the door in her face. Then David commandeered the bathroom for his nighttime beauty regimen, which gave Patrick plenty of time to contemplate the bed they’d be sharing, and the things they could potentially do in that bed. Since their kisses the day of Alexis’ funeral had led to David breaking down, they’d done little else but hold each other, and Patrick was uncertain what David was ready for. For that matter, Patrick was uncertain what he was ready for. Two months of near-constant fantasizing left him with a vast chasm between what he’d thought about doing with David and what he’d actually done. He was nervous, and after a day of David’s constant presence at his side, filled with longing.

David finally emerged from the bathroom in a t-shirt and sweatpants, his face pink and well-moisturized, and sat down on the bed. Patrick shot him a small smile and took his much-shorter turn in the bathroom.

When they were both settled into bed with the lights off, David said, “Thanks for today.”

Patrick turned on his side and drank in David’s profile in the dim light, the cheap curtains failing to block out the illumination from the street light outside the window. “For what?”

“Just… at the end of every day it feels like a miracle that I got through it. You’ve made it a little easier.”

Patrick’s hand itched with the desire to reach out and touch David. “I’m glad.”

Clearing his throat, David continued, “And I don’t want you to think I’m going to burst into tears if we kiss. Last time—”

“David, I completely understand about last time,” Patrick said.

“It doesn’t mean I didn’t want you. Or that I don’t want you now.”

Patrick’s heart skipped a beat.

“Or that I haven’t wanted you since you left New York,” David said, and then his face scrunched up. “I didn’t mean to say that last part out loud.”

Rising up on his elbow and hovering over David, Patrick said, “I’ve also wanted you since I left New York.”

David reached up, his hand spanning across Patrick’s cheek and neck, pulling him down into a kiss. Their mouths opened, tongues meeting, all of it messy and perfect. This time when Patrick pulled away there were no tears, and he quickly dove back in for more.

They paused in kissing only long enough to get their t-shirts off, then they were pressed chest to chest, Patrick shifting to get on top of David fully. David spread his legs, hands settling on Patrick’s ass and pulling while he lifted his hips, an accurate grind that made Patrick feel like he was going to lose it in his pajama pants if they kept doing that much longer.

“Fuck, I need…” David gasped, the words tripping out over Patrick’s lips, “I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me.”

Patrick froze. His body and his brain and everything froze, one crystalline moment of being unable to process or move forward or think at all.

David got a panicked look in his eyes. “Sorry, no, I didn’t mean… Okay, that’s a lie. I do want that. But not if you’re not ready—”

Patrick propped himself up an elbow again, giving David a gentle kiss to shut him up. “It’s not that I’m not ready. I’ve thought about doing… a lot of things with you, that included. And I want to. I very much want to. But I… I mean, you know I don’t have a lot of experience, and that seems like something where I could hurt you if—”

“You won’t hurt me.”

Patrick gave him a skeptical look.

“I’ll talk you through it, I’ll show you how…” David groaned, covering his face. “Oh my God, I sound desperate. Never mind.”

Pulling one of David’s hands from his face, Patrick gave him a serious look. “No, not never mind. We can… do that.”

“Wow, don’t overdo it with your enthusiasm,” David said with a roll of his eyes.

Patrick groaned in frustration. “Sorry, I’m nervous. But…” He couldn’t say it while he was looking David in the eyes, so he buried his face in the crook of David’s neck, his teeth scraping at David’s skin. “I want to fuck you so badly,” he whispered.

David’s hips moved against Patrick’s one more time and he moaned, fingers pressing into the back of Patrick’s thighs hard enough to leave marks. “I have stuff in my bag, I can… umm…” David sat up and Patrick tipped to one side, letting David stand. He felt thrilled and terrified and sexy somehow all at once, and it made him want to die, it made him want to scream from the rooftops that David Rose wanted him, even after all this time, even though he was little Patrick Brewer from Oak Grove, Ontario who hadn’t even known he was gay until he was thirty years old, David still wanted him. Throwing caution to the wind, Patrick pulled his pajama pants and boxers off and threw them onto the floor while David was rooting around in his bag, so when David returned with condoms in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other, Patrick got to watch him react to the fact that he was already naked, waiting for him on the bed. David’s resulting grin was gratifying, and somehow calmed Patrick a little.

David tossed the condoms and lube onto the bed, pulling his sweatpants and underwear off before joining Patrick in the bed. Kissing him and trying to suppress a smile at the same time, David maneuvered them until Patrick was on top of him, like before.

“On the one hand, I very much like being naked with you, but on the other, these sheets are the worst,” David said, squirming his back against the selfsame sheets and grimacing.

“Who gives a fuck about the sheets?” Patrick asked as he kissed down David’s neck, pausing and sucking when he found a spot that made David gasp.

“Umm, I do,” David said, but then his hands were back on Patrick’s ass, guiding Patrick to grind against him, grind their cocks together, and it was so good, it was one of the many things he’d been imagining all those weeks after he moved out of his apartment, alone in his childhood bedroom at his parents’ house, taking his cock in his hand and biting his pillow to not make a sound as he got himself off thinking of David.

“Jesus, David,” Patrick moaned, stopping the motion of his own pelvis. “If you want me to fuck you, we’ve got to stop this before I come.”

“Mmm, well I do want that, although I’m also pretty fond of you being out of control,” David murmured.

Patrick sat back on his heels, David’s legs already spread around him. “What should I…”

David sat up to grab the lube, giving him a comforting squeeze on the thigh. “I’ll need some prep, but I can do it myself if you don’t… if you find it distasteful.”

Patrick leaned over and kissed him. “Nothing about you is distasteful, but maybe you can… show me? And I can follow your example?”

Nodding enthusiastically, David reached over and turned on the bedside lamp and then grabbed a pillow and put it under his hips. Patrick shifted forward a bit, rubbing his hand up and down David’s thigh in a way that he hoped was sexy, or at least soothing, while David opened the lube and put some on his own fingers. David brought his hand down between his legs, his long arm alongside his cock, and began massaging the puckered skin around his opening without pressing any fingers inside.

Patrick watched, enraptured. “You’re beautiful,” he said without thinking, and David gasped, his eyes falling shut. David’s cock was so hard, flushed and pressed against his belly, and the sight of it was making Patrick’s mouth water. But he wanted to focus on what David was doing to himself, how he made himself ready.

“The key is relaxing,” David said, shifting into teacher mode, which Patrick had to admit wasn’t exactly a turn-on, since it served to remind him that he was new at this, and that David was bound to find anything he did amateurish and unsatisfying. Then David crooked his index finger, easily slipping it inside to the second knuckle, moving it in and out.

“Can I…” Patrick said, reaching his hand tentatively toward David.

“Yes, um-hmm,” David agreed. “You definitely can.”

Patrick touched David’s rim, below where he now had two of his own fingers inside himself as far as his reach would allow. Patrick had done enough experimenting on himself to know that the stretch would make David deliciously sensitive, so he just continued to rub the skin next to David’s fingers, hoping he was adding at least a little to the pleasure of it. David’s breathing sped up.

“Would you… inside?” David said, taking his fingers out, and Patrick quickly grabbed the lube and squeezed some onto his hand. He found David’s entrance again, rubbing around it a few times before pushing his finger in. It went easier than he had imagined. He turned his hand and crooked his finger, pressing against the strong muscle of his perineum.

“Is that okay?” Patrick asked.

David nodded rapidly. “More. Another.”

It was more of a stretch with two fingers, and Patrick pressed inside slowly and carefully, hoping he was making David feel good. All he wanted was to make David feel good. This time when he crooked his fingers, David whined, his hips bearing down to take Patrick as deep as he would go.

Reaching out with his other hand, Patrick wrapped David’s cock in a loose fist, stroking him in time with his thrusting fingers. David picked up the lube, clumsily spilling some onto his cock so that Patrick could slick all of it up, and he started working David more in earnest with both of his hands.

“Fuck, stop stop stop,” David gasped. “You’re gonna make me come too soon.”

Reacting to David’s words, Patrick let go of David’s cock and pulled his fingers out quickly, making David hiss.

“Sorry,” Patrick said, wincing.

“No, it’s okay.” David squirmed his hips around, getting comfortable. “Just go slower when you… take anything out of there,” he said with a half-smile.

Patrick propped his wrist on David’ knee, trying not to get lube everywhere, and leaned forward to give David a gentle kiss. “Are you ready for me to—”

David kissed him deeper, an edge of desperation in it. “I need your gorgeous cock, Patrick. Fill me up with it, fuck, please.”

Trembling, Patrick grabbed for the strip of condoms, pulling one off and tearing open the wrapper. This he knew how to do, but unlike in the past, with a woman, when the process of putting on a condom would sometimes be all it took to deflate the fragile conditions that allowed him to maintain an erection, this time he almost groaned as he rolled it on. He was so sensitive and so turned on and he worried that he wouldn’t last long enough to give David what he needed.

David already had more lube on one of his hands, and he reached out to spread it over Patrick’s cock. Patrick groaned through gritted teeth, clutching David’s knee and trying not to thrust into David’s fist. Then David was lying back, adjusting his hips, and this was the moment of truth, Patrick thought. He shifted forward, taking himself in hand and rubbing against David’s opening. Nerves started to take over again. He had a mental image of David’s sympathetic glance when he proved himself to be bad at sex.

“Go slow,” David said, probably sensing his apprehension. “It’s been a while for me, and I’ll need to adjust to your beautiful cock, but it’s gonna be so good. You’re gonna make me feel so good.” He put his hand over Patrick’s where it was still resting on David’s knee. “Okay?”

Patrick nodded, pressing forward. At first nothing happened, and Patrick had just a second to wonder if he was already doing it wrong, and then David’s muscles gave way and the head of his cock pushed inside.

David moaned, and it didn’t sound entirely like a pleasurable moan. Patrick met his eyes, worried.

“I’m okay. Patrick, you’re so hot. Do you know how many times I’ve thought about this? Just give me a little bit at a time, okay?”

Following directions, Patrick did as David asked, pushing forward in increments, watching his cock disappear inside David. David threw his head back, panting, bearing down and taking him in and fuck, it was all Patrick wanted, it was this, him and David being joined like this. Images came unbidden to his mind: fucking David hard over a table in a storeroom somewhere, surrounded by boxes, a glass bottle of some kind of moisturizer falling off the table and crashing to the floor as Patrick’s teeth scraped against his lover’s shoulder blade. Face-to-face in his room at Ray’s, giggling over how new and wonderful it was, whispered entreaties to keep quiet as they peaked together. Clutching David’s hip as he sprawled half on-half off of a sofa, pushing deep into him as David whimpered and grabbed a cushion, gold rings on his fingers catching the overhead lamplight.

Patrick came back to himself, leaning over David to let their mouths touch, his cock buried deep.

“Oh God, David, you feel… Can I…” He tried to pull out a little, and felt David’s hand clutching his ass to hold him still.

“Hang on just a minute, let me…” David moved underneath him, a tiny shift of his hips, and both of them gasped at the sensation. “God, I’m so full, it’s so good,” David said and then kissed him again. “Yes, you can move. Short thrusts.”

Patrick was powerfully grateful for David’s directions now, making it safe to experience this for the first time. He knew that even having been in a straight relationship didn’t necessarily mean Patrick would have been new to this, but he was, and David didn’t judge him for it.

Every tiny thrust made it easier to move, but still, God, David was so tight and it lit up every one of Patrick’s nerve endings. Gradually, he lengthened his strokes and David, a desperate look on his face, took his own cock in his hand, squeezing and stroking in time to the motion of Patrick’s hips, the wet sound of it filling his ears.

Patrick lowered himself over David to kiss him, but he was too overwhelmed and uncoordinated to do much more than drag his lips against David’s, breathing into his mouth.

“I’m gonna come so hard,” David whispered. “You’re gonna make me come so hard, fuck, Patrick.” David’s mouth dropped open and his eyes squeezed shut, and Patrick looked down to watch as David came, every pulse of it echoed by a squeeze of his muscles around Patrick’s cock, and that was all it took to push Patrick over along with him, his voice loud enough that he had to hope Stevie had gone home or he’d never hear the end of it.

When he’d regained a fraction of his senses, Patrick levered himself up, gripping the base of the condom and pulling out as slowly as he could. David groaned, flexing his hips and stretching while Patrick got up to get rid of the condom. He washed his hands and then grabbed a washcloth, wetting it with warm water before bringing it back for David.

David cleaned himself up and then got out of bed just as Patrick was settling back into it, and David started reaching for his clothes. “Don’t take me getting dressed personally, certainly not as a critique on the sex — which was fantastic — but I just can’t sleep naked in this place.”

Smiling, Patrick rested his head on his pillow. “Suit yourself.” Once David was back in his t-shirt and sweatpants, he climbed into bed. Patrick rolled toward the window and his grin widened when David spooned up against his back. “Fantastic?”

David swatted gently as his chest. “You know it was.” They fell silent for a minute. “Also, I appreciate you sleeping on the side of the bed that guarantees that you’ll get murdered first.”

“No one’s going to get murdered, David,” Patrick said, stroking his arm.

David pulled Patrick in tighter, his arm squeezing him and his nose pressed against Patrick’s shoulder. “It’s something Alexis used to say when we were little kids,” he whispered. “In hotels, she always wanted to sleep in the bed farther away from the door.”

Patrick turned over under David’s arm and pressed a kiss to his chest, then his cheek, then his lips. He felt a fierce desire to try to hold David’s grief at bay with a sword and a shield in his hands, if only that were possible. “Okay, David. I’ll get murdered first.”

Pulling him tighter, David returned his kiss. “Please don’t. I can’t lose you too.”

Chapter 12

[writingsbychelle]

Two Hearts, One Heartbeat

Summary: Keeping the relationship between you and Isaak a secret was already hard enough but as Nikolai vanishes without a trace and Isaak has to take over the role of the King it becomes almost impossible. 

Pairing: Isaak Andreyev x Reader

Request: /

Warnings: mentions of dying?

Word Count: 1.993

(A/N: This is literally only written for @stardustbooknerd because I love her very much even though she keeps coming after me. Anyways, Isaak deserves more love and I’m still salty af over the ending of King of Scars.)

     A thin layer of sweat covered your skin as you snuggled against the slightly damp body of your boyfriend, your breath slowly returning back to normal as your fingers began tracing random patterns on Isaak’s chest. The guard pressed his lips against the top of your head, tightening his arms around your waist at the same time while you both tried to enjoy the rare moments of silence. None of your friends knew about your relationship with the former soldier, Saints, not even Genya had figured it out and usually she was the first one to detect traces of romance between the people near her. Maybe it was the fact that the Grisha Triumvirate and the people surrounding your King were too preoccupied with trying to restore Ravka after the Civil War, or maybe your friend was just distracted by her husband but you liked to think that your _phenomenal_ acting skills kept you from getting caught. Truly, it was a miracle no one had seen Isaak sneak in and out of your room at night, the stolen kisses after you informed Nikolai you had to discuss something with the guards, telling him to already go ahead just for you to be pressed against the nearest wall with your boyfriend’s arms wrapped around you.

     “Do you think we should tell them?” you turned your head to look at Isaak, his brown eyes softening as he gazed at you.

     “I’m ready if you are, my love. We just have to consider what might happen and how people will react. A powerful Grisha, one of the most trusted advisers of the King, being in a relationship with a simple guard…I doubt many people will agree with this.”

     You tilted your head so you were able to press a quick kiss against Isaak’s lips, your hand sliding up towards his jaw, your touch light and soft, “We don’t have to tell anyone right away. I could test the waters to see what people would think? At some point, I’d like at least our close friends to know, I’m sure they wouldn’t judge…”

     “And if they do, you could always stop their hearts or make their lungs collapse,” Isaak suggested with a cheeky grin on his face, causing you to chuckle.

     “I’m a Healer, not a Heartrender, my love.”

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     Keeping your relationship hidden became a lot harder once Isaak had to take over the role of Nikolai as the King of Ravka. Since Nikolai and Zoya vanished without a trace while trying to find a way to get rid of his��sickness in the Shadow Fold. You had tried to sneak into the chamber that belonged to the King, now occupied by your boyfriend, several times but one of the twins, Tolya and Tamar, seemed to always be situated in front of the big double doors, making it impossible for you to spend at least some moments in privacy with Isaak. To say you were getting annoyed by this would’ve been an understatement. You were getting aggregated, your body tense and your skin tingling at every moment you had to spend separated from the man you loved. The fact that Genya came up with the idea of Isaak spending more time with Princess Ehri of Shu Han only worsened your mood even more, so much, in fact, that even David had noticed as you let yourself fall into the chair next to him while he was hunched over his notebook, scribbling and drawing new inventions into it.

     “You seem stressed out, (Y/N). What’s going on?” he looked up shortly before going back to his notebook, his hand moving quickly across the page but you could tell that he was still listening even if he didn’t look like it.

     “Besides the fact that Nikolai is gone and we’re basically driving Ravka to ruins? Nothing much…” you trailed off, fumbling with the cup of tea in front of you.

     “I know it doesn’t look good but we’ll manage this,” David tried to cheer you up, carefully placing his hand on your shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze before he lost himself in his work once again.

     “Thanks, David,” you mumbled before standing up again, grabbing your mug as you walked out of the small room to get some fresh air before you were to go back into the palace to make sure your boyfriend wouldn’t mess up while talking with any of the important people that had come to the party.

     Parties had never been something you really looked forward to, so you completely understood Isaak for wanting to get away as soon as possible from the loud music, the drinking and feasting, and from all those people that wanted to talk to the King. You felt sorry for your boyfriend, you truly did, and you could only hope that Nikolai and Zoya would resurface as soon as possible so they could take over again and allow you some alone time with the brown-haired man you loved. But even though the current situation wasn’t ideal, you still had to admit that Isaak was doing an amazing job at pretending to be Nikolai. Saints, you couldn’ve sworn being in a different skin made your boyfriend more confident, much to your amusement.

     Raising your cup to your lips you took a small sip, letting the warm liquid heat your body from the inside, while your feet carried to towards the conservatory when you heard a familiar shout in front of you, coming directly from where you were headed. Quickly you sped up your pace, clutching the cup in your hands so tight you might’ve crushed if it wouldn’t have fallen from your hands the second you stepped into the conservatory, the scene before you causing your body to freeze, the cup slowly slipping from your fingers and falling to the pavement underneath your feet. Almost instantly everyone seemed to stop their shouting and turned to look at you, Tamar who knelt beside the Shu princess with a dagger sticking from her chest, Genya with tears running down her face as her husband David held her close, Tolya, Zoya and Nikolai, the real Nikolai, who was wearing what seemed to be prisoner’s clothes, stood around another body laying on the floor, a pool of blood covering the floor around the man who looked so very much like the king.

     “Isaak?” you choked out, your mouth going slack as tears filled your eyes.

     You felt like you couldn’t breath, your chest tightening with every intake of air, like a python had wrapped itself around you and was tightening around your body every time you tried to take a breath while your heart beat frantically in your chest. It was as if the world came to a stop, everything around you blurring as your eyes settled on Isaak’s body on the cold, grey floor when you took a careful step forward, almost as if you were afraid he would disintegrate right in front of your eyes. Seeing his motionless body still on the floor, the stillness of his chest, you couldn’t help but fly forward, collapsing on your knees as you buried your face in the place where his shoulder met his neck, your arms lifting his limp body up as you pressed him against you.

     “No. No, no, no, no, please…,” you sobbed out, salty tears stinging in your eyes before they rolled don’t your cheeks.

     You didn’t notice Tolya and Nikolai taking a step back, you didn’t notice that Genya stopped crying, you didn’t notice the tears that ran down your face and wet Isaak’s clothes or the sticky blood that coated your hands, all you noticed was the faint heartbeat in his chest, your healing abilities gripping tight onto it as a warm feeling spread through your body, setting your every nerve alight while Isaak’s heartbeat seemed to grow stronger and stronger with every passing moment.

     Almost as if nothing had happened Isaak let out a gasp, sitting up after he opened his eyes, blinking in confusion as he took in his surroundings before his gaze settled in your tear-streaked face.

     “(Y/N)? What happened, my love?”

     Without answering him you just crashed forward, connecting your lips with his as your blood-covered hands tangled themselves in his soft hair, leaving red streaks through it. A sob of relief tore itself from the back of your throat, ripping you away from Isaak before you leaned your forehead against his, the feeling of being reunited with the man you loved pushing your fatigue away from the forefront.

     Carefully your boyfriend reached up, his hands cupping your cheeks as his thumbs wiped away the tears that were covering your cheeks, the touch prompting you to finally open your eyes again, just to look into his, which sadly enough still looked like Nikolai’s.

     “I hate to ruin this moment but…does anyone mind explaining this?” Nikolai gestured to Isaak and you, both of you sitting on the floor before you slowly got up, offering a hand to your boyfriend and pulling him to his feet.

     Still wobbly and weak, Isaak leaned against you for support, you arm instinctively wrapping itself around his waist to keep him steady.

     “I second that,” Genya said while trying to keep a smirk from forming on her lips, ultimately failing with her attempt though.

     “Yeah, about that…” you trailed off, “We’ve been together for a while now but we just…we wanted to tell you but there never seemed to be an appropriate moment to break the news.”

     “It’s good to see you back, Nikolai,” Isaak tried to grin at his old friend but let out a wince as he did.      “You should sit down, Isaak,” Nikolai stepped over to where you were standing, pushing Isaak down into a chair while shooting a teasing smirk in your direction together with a quick wriggle of his eyebrows which you answered with a roll of your eyes.

     You already knew your King would never let you live down the fact that you, a powerful Grisha Healer who had the dream of becoming a princess when she was a child, ended up falling for a simple guard such as Isaak, who just so happened to be a good friend of Nikolai as well.

     After discussing how to proceed from where you found yourself at, Isaak and you were left alone in the conservatory with Genya, who was surprisingly quick to restore the way your boyfriend looked before she had turned him into Nikolai.

     “It’s good to see your actual face again,” you chuckled slightly once Genya left to deal with the guests until everyone would meet up with you again.

     “It feels good to be in my own skin, too,” Isaak mumbled, his eyes drifting off as if he seemed deep in thought.

     “Isaak? Is everything alright?”

     “I…I could’ve died, (Y/N). You saved my life,” he said as turned to look at you, tears shining in his eyes.

     Shaking your head softly, you reached up to press your hands against his cheeks and pull him forward into a quick kiss, “I did what anyone in my position would’ve done.”

     “I love you,” you boyfriend blurted out, clasping your hands tightly in his as he spoke those meaningful three words for the first time.

     “I love you, too,” you mumbled out before moving forward to connect your lips with Isaak’s, his hands tangled in your hair as he pulled you closer, a soft sigh escaping you as you silently thanked the Saints that you had the conservatory to yourselves for the next two hours.

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[earthpodd]

Do u do nsfw? If you do can I has a nsfw fanfic about guo changcheng plz. Sorry if I'm bothering u

Well, friend, smut is a bit out of my comfort zone, and I’m not particularly skilled at that, but I did give it a try. I’m sorry it’s not as good as you deserved, but I hope you’ll still like it. Also, you are not bothering me at all.

Starking Contrast 

(Archive warnings: NSFW, smut, oral sex, anal sex, bareback, first time, creampie)

Sex was not exactly a subject Guo knew how to approach. Despite having been dating Chu Shu Zhi for the past two months, they were yet to do it. It was not for lack of desire, he wanted Chu as much as Chu wanted him, it was rather that he had never done it before, so he was scared of messing things up like he always did with everything else. To make matters worse, he had never even touched himself, so whenever anyone in SID made comments about them being together and getting up to that kind of things, Changcheng became a flustered mess and hid himself behind his boyfriend, letting him deal with all of their friends. Sometimes he caught himself thinking whether his lack of initiative to start it bothered Chu, but the older male never seemed to complain when their make-out sessions got too intense for Guo to handle and he stopped them, breathing heavily with his eyes half-lidded and a look of uncertainty on his face.

After much thought, he decided that tonight would be the night. His uncle and aunt had left earlier to a business trip and he had the house all to himself. The thought brought a faint crimson colour to his cheeks, something that happened all throughout that day. It also earned him questioning glances from his friends, but more importantly, from Chu, who was eyeing him in suspicion, and may or may not have checked him for a fever twice in the span of an hour.

Once his shift was done and no other cases were brought to their attention, he pulled Chu to a corner of the office. “D-Do you want to go home with me? M-My uncle is on a trip with my aunt a-and I will be alone.” His boyfriend didn’t understand the implications of Guo’s words, but he nodded nonetheless with that same stoic expression he always wore. They bid their farewell to the rest of the team and left SID in a leisure pace. Shu Zhi took one of the cars to drive them home, and in the ride, Changcheng was more silent than usual. It made the man wonder if there was something wrong.

When they got home, they didn’t cuddle on the couch like they usually did, instead, Guo intertwined his fingers and pulled a baffled Chu towards the bedroom. There was a blush colouring the boy’s cheeks as he closed the door behind them, leaning up to press his lips against his boyfriend’s own. His arms came around Chu’s neck, bringing the man down and closer together, which made the older of the two press his palms against Guo’s forearms, pulling away slightly to raise an eyebrow questioningly. Changcheng didn’t respond, instead, he pressed his face against the side of his boyfriend’s neck, breathing heavily and kissing the patch of skin as his arms came around Chu. “I-I want to do t-that.” The boy couldn’t bring himself to say ‘sex’, but Shu Zhi got the memo and gently scooped the boy up by the back of his thighs and took him to bed.

Chu climbed on top of Guo on the mattress. His hand came round to cup the side of the boy’s face, thumb gently brushing Changcheng’s cheek. He kissed the boy again, slow and passionate all in one. Their lips were mashed together, moving in sync, parting to welcome each other’s tongue. Slowly, Chu pulled back, hands working on lifting his shirt and removing it in a swift tug, rendering him shirtless. His gaze raked down to Guo, who was already looking at him in some sort of awestruck expression. The boy’s hand came to his chest, brushing against his pectoral muscles before coming down to his abdomen and then to his side, against his ribs. The corners of Chu’s lips pulled up, forming an almost smirk. He was appreciative of the other male’s admiration. Next, in line, he tugged onto Guo’s shirt, making the boy sit up so the garment could be removed from his body. Chu’s hand came to the centre of Changcheng’s chest, palm pressing against the warm smooth skin. “You’re beautiful.” He said in a whisper, making Guo hide his face in shyness. Moving to the side, Shu Zhi started working on Changcheng’s trousers. He unbuckled the belt with ease and pulled down the fabric, exposing the rest of the boy’s body. He took a moment to take in everything, from Guo’s flushed face, his forearm resting against his eyes, covering them and down to the smooth torso, reddened skin due to embarrassment and half hardened member between his legs.

Noticing how silent his boyfriend had been, Guo moved his arm away to look up at Chu. What he found there on the older male’s face was pure and sincere adoration, darkened by lust and desire. It made him shy away again and bring his hands down to cover his private area. Shu Zhi was having none of it, though, and he pulled on the boy’s arms to get them away. “Don’t hide, Changcheng!” He said in a commanding voice and then got back on top of the boy. His lips came down to Guo’s neck, kissing and sucking softly as his teeth grazed against the skin, teasing, before moving down, trailing a path of kisses. He wanted to worship everything his lips could touch. Changcheng’s collarbone, chest, stomach and hips, which he bit a little harshly, making the boy whine softly. He kept going down until his face was right above the other’s crotch. His hand came down, fingers curling around Guo’s shaft. Looking at the boy, he lowered his face, tongue coming out to lick the underside of Changcheng’s length. He licked from base to tip, stopping at the slit before wrapping his lips against the reddened tip. He applied suction, just softly to test the reaction. Guo, for his part, moaned in a needy manner, bringing a palm to his lips afterwards in embarrassment. Chu merely smirked against hardening flesh before taking more of it into his mouth. His tongue came around the boy’s member, properly wetting the length to make his job easier, and then, with no further ado, he took all of it into his mouth. He waited for a second to get used to the intrusion against his throat and then hollowed his cheeks as he started bobbing his head up and down the other’s erection. Guo tried biting against the insides of his cheeks, but it wasn’t enough to stop him from moaning out loud, providing his boyfriend with sweet sounds that served as encouragement for the man to keep going.

A little after that, the boy felt his legs being lifted and placed atop Chu’s shoulder as his waist was tugged a little closer, exposing the crack between his asscheeks. Without breaking the blowjob, the older man pressed the tip of his finger against the ring of muscle, circling slowly in a tease. “Do you have lube?” He pulled away from the boy’s member just long enough to ask the question and then returned to what he was doing. Extending his arm, Guo took the small bottle from the drawer in the bedside table and handed it to his boyfriend. Shu Zhi opened the lid, squeezing a good amount of the liquid onto two of his fingers. He went back to teasing Changcheng’s entrance, using the motion of his mouth against the boy’s shaft to distract him while he slipped half of the first finger inside of him. Guo groaned uncomfortably, his walls clenching around the intruding digits until his boyfriend’s free hand came to rest on his abdomen, rubbing imaginary circles soothingly to calm him down. Once he was more relaxed, he bobbed his head in a nod for Chu to continue. Slipping his finger the rest of the way inside, Shu Zhi left if there, giving the boy time to adjust to the intrusion before he started moving. Firstly he worked only on stretching the channel, digit moving around and curling to expand the walls, then when it felt like Guo was more comfortable with the intrusion, he started slipping his finger in and out of the boy’s hole. A second finger was added eventually, and by this point, Changcheng was meeting him halfway through the thrusts of his fingers.

Finally pulling away from Guo’s member, Chu used his free hand to strip himself from the rest of his clothes. He was now completely bared for the boy, who was looking at him in a mix of desire and anticipation, but also lingering fear. Changcheng was still blushing, as if he hadn’t gotten used to their activities yet. “A-Are we going to do t-that now?” He asked, a bit nervously and received a nod from his boyfriend, though Shu Zhi was quick to reassure him. “But only if you still want to.” It was a stark contrast to how Chu usually acted around him, but he couldn’t say he disliked it. It was different, but not bad. Nodding as well, Guo pulled his boyfriend down to kiss him again, this time it was to distract himself from the pain that was about to come. He had no experience, but even he knew that the first time hurt. Despite his nervousness, Chu was very gentle. The older male placed himself between the other’s legs, resuming their previous position and then pressed the tip of his erection against the boy’s entrance, not yet pushing in and just teasing the puckered muscle as his tongue slid inside of Changcheng’s mouth, their lips perfectly meshed together. His teeth gently capture’s Guo’s lower lip, trapping and tugging on the flesh as he finally pushes himself in, halfway through. The boy moans softly, whining because of the pain, but the pressure against his lip helps take away some of the attention from it. They stay like that for several more seconds, enough for the pain to subside and for Changcheng to start shyly pushing himself against his boyfriend’s length. Taking the hint, Shu Zhi slowly slipped his shaft the rest of the way inside, once again giving the boy time to get used to the intrusion. This time it was shorter, and before long, he was building up a rhythmic pace for his thrusts.

They started out slow, careful and patient. He was honestly more preoccupied with making sure Guo wasn’t in pain rather than with his own pleasure. It wasn’t until the boy moaned against his lips that he started speeding up. A smirk claimed his lips by then. The expression on Changcheng’s face was just doing wonders to his pride and he couldn’t contain it. The boy was biting down on his lips trying to contain the sounds threatening to escape from them, and that posed as a challenge for Chu, who started angling himself to aim at that sweet spot inside of Guo’s warm channel. He didn’t manage to hit the boy’s prostate right away, but when he did, Changcheng gasped, slightly lifting his torso off the mattress to moan. He looked at his boyfriend in a way that was indescribable, and in a faint voice that was barely above a whisper, he said something he never had imagined himself saying. “Harder, please.” Guo tried to hide his face after that, but Shu Zhi pulled him to his lap without breaking their contact, so they were face-to-face.  Chu’s hands came to rest at Changcheng’s hips, pulling the boy down as he pounded into him, harder, like he had been asked to. His lips chased the boy’s own again, sealing the deal with a kiss as they stopped being Chu and Guo and became one.

As he felt the tell-tale pressure building within his groin, Shu Zhi snaked his digits around Changcheng’s member, pumping it in rhythm with his thrusts, which were becoming more erratic as he neared his orgasm. Guo, for his part, was softly moaning against his boyfriend’s lips. The sounds he was making were rendering him embarrassed, but since Chu seemed to enjoy them, he didn’t try to keep them in. The lack of experience made him question the feeling enveloping his body. He felt hot and there was tightness in the pit of his stomach. He felt more desperate, whining and pressing his palms securely against his boyfriend’s shoulders from behind as he met each thrust with a need for more. The stimulation on his member heightened all of these strange sensations he was feeling, and in a moment when Chu gave him a particularly hard thrust against that one spot inside of him, Guo felt like he had reached heaven and moaned in bliss. From his tip, a white and warm liquid leaked in hard jolts, going all the way up to their torsos and painting Shu Zhi’s chest with white stripes, as well as his own. His walls clenched around Chu’s member and then he felt warmth in his channel as the older male exploded inside of him. Their lips parted just so they could both pant heavily, bodies falling down on the bed, tangled together as Shu Zhi pulled his shaft out of Guo’s body. “How was it?” He asked, pulling the boy against his chest. “It was the best thing I’ve ever felt.” Was the response he got from Changcheng, along with a smile. He snorted a soft chuckle and pressed his lips to Guo’s forehead in a soft kiss. They were both exhausted now, sleep calling to them. They would bother cleaning up in the morning.

[locke-barmecide]

Ah finally my time has come.

I consider myself as somewhat of a shinsai expert if you will/j

Shuichi and Kiyo were really awkward when they first started dating.

Shuichi was the one to ask Kiyo out with Maki and Kaito’s support.

Kiyo had feelings for Shuichi but didn’t want to tell him because he’s got issues and didn’t want to ruin their friendship in case Shuichi didn’t return those feelings

For the first little while it was pretty awkward. The first time they held hands Shuichi initiated it. With anyone else Shuichi would not be the one to initiate anything but Kiyo while he’s very forward he also doesn’t pick up on little things like that so the idea of holding hands didn’t cross their mind.

Shuichi blushes more than Kiyo does but Shuichi likes making Kiyo blush. It makes him happy that he can make Kiyo have such a strong reaction.

Shuichi is more embarrassed by words than anything. Like nicknames or compliments just make him flustered. Kiyo will call him “wonderful detective” “my dearest Shu” “darling” “my world”

Kiyo on the other hand is flustered by physical contact and being called cute or anything like that. Sometimes Shuichi will kiss them on the cheek and Kiyo just self destructs. Also any gentle soft touches fhdhfhg. Sometimes Shuichi will hold their face and Kiyo will just melt.

Kiyo doesn’t listen to a lot of music but Shuichi is a dedicated emo and has many many playlists for many different feelings. He’ll sometimes convince Kiyo to listen to music with him.

Kiyo is more cuddly but has a hard time initiating cuddles. Thankfully if Shuichi is sitting at his desk working, Kiyo feels the need to stop him from overworking himself so he’ll sit on his lap and wrap themselves around him and nuzzle into him for a bit.

Neither of them can drive. Kiyo is too distracted and Shuichi is too anxious. They either walk everywhere or take the bus. Sometimes they’ll get a ride from Kaito.

They’re both in college so they are studying a lot of the time. They both have part time jobs thankfully. Shuichi works at the cafe with Kaede and Kiyo works at a library near their house. They both live together in a really small apartment but at least it’s cheap.

They both have terrible sleep schedules as they both stay up too late and Kiyo refuses to wake up late while Shuichi will sleep in too late.

As I’ve mentioned before they’re both in therapy. Kiyos is more constant and isn’t something that he’ll skip while Shuichi is a bit more flexible with his appointments.

Both of their therapy is covered by the danganronpa team for awhile because of the trauma it gave them.

During wintertime Kiyo takes only one IRL class a week because he can’t handle the aches of cold weather and travelling from work to home means he has to take the bus.

Shuichi takes a lot of online classes but he goes to irl classes 2-3 times a week.

Kiyos covered by a scholarship

Kiyo will sometimes bring Shuichi flowers randomly. Shuichi gets all flustered

Kiyo is pretty self conscious looks wise. He’ll sometimes get really down about the way he looks but Shuichi is pretty quick to try and cheer him up. Usually he’ll go off about how Kiyo said that all of humanity is beautiful and that includes them.

They have an AC in their room because Shuichi gets way too hot at night and Kiyo insisted that he should be comfortable. The deal is that Shu gets the AC and Kiyo will wrap their entire body around Shuichi like a snake.

Kiyo has a large collection of stuffed animals that he got from Shuichi. Since he didn’t get much of a childhood Shuichi wants to make them feel like it’s ok to enjoy things that you missed out on earlier in life. There’s no harm in having a few stuffies when you’re in your 20’s

Kiyo constantly buys Shuichi funny detective themed mugs and shirts.

Rantaro actually lives with them but really there’s just a bedroom with a bunch of his stuff in there. He just needed a place he can go in between his travels.

Once they finish college Kiyo and Shuichi plan to go travel for a while and see some different places.

Plus Kiyo is writing a couple of books on their studies of different cultures.

Shuichi can sometimes find odd jobs that require his detective work. He often works alongside Kyoko who he’s very happy to work with.

Shuichi has a ton of friends because of the game. He’s friends with almost everyone who they were with.

Kiyo on the other hand,,, gets along with a few. Tenko still kinda hates them and Himiko is better than before. She doesn’t know how to feel about them. Angie thinks he’s ok but she can be passive aggressive at times. He gets along with Rantaro the best though. The two are pretty good buddies

Also kokichi and rantaro hang out a lot when Rantaro is home so Kiyo gets to see him too

Kiyo is very overprotective of Shuichi especially in public. He can’t fight to save their life but he’s a scary thin long haired 6,2 anthropologist who wears extra tall boots. He looks intimidating.

Shuichi is occasionally protective of Kiyo and when he is it’s terrifying. He just has this stare. This frightening blank stare. Kiyo thinks it’s hot though lmao

Anybody got Shinsai headcanons they can spill because I am in desire 👀

[shirewalker]

tamar/nadia + 10, nikolina + 47

omg thank you gaia!!!! you’re a saint!

also, omg I’ve never written tamadia! I hope I did good or expect me to jump on the next airplane and running off the the closest irish cave.

Anyways! Both got longer than expected and both are rated T for kissies!

(I’ll also cross-post them on ao3 laterz)

send me “I found you” otp prompts

Tamadia + planning asurprise party for me

Tonight Nadia was extra… Nadia.

She wore her hair in a style that could only be favoured by mermaids. Herblonde hair was curled in perfect ringlets, each weaved with a string of ribbonor pearls or glitter. The style was finished with a beautiful braid thatcrowned her head as if she were a queen. Tamar couldn’t take her eyes off ofher.

But that wasn’t what tipped her off. Neither was the beautiful dress hergirlfriend had put on that day, blush pink and hugging her body in all theright places. No, what told Tamar that something was different today was thesecretive smile that seemed to take over a corner of Nadia’s mouth every oncein a while. As if she knew some major secret on the President of Ravka thatcould bring down the whole country in flames. The Shu-born hoped that wasn’tthe real secret she was hiding.

“So…” she started, lacing their hands together, “Why exactly are you alldressed up today?”

Startled, Nadia almost missed the key hole, “What?” she gasped before openingthe door to their building, “All dressed up?”

Tamar fought a smirk and tugged on her hand, “You’re extra pretty today.”

“Aww, thank you!” Nadia said before placing a quick peck on Tamar’s lips.For a moment, her focus wavered with the kiss and the taste of cherry lip gloss.And she almost, just almost, forgot about her curiosity. But she had beentrained to look for secrets and to never let go until she uncovered the truth.No kisses, no matter how delicious they were, could distract her for too long.

“As wonderful a kisser as you are, you can’t make me forget about myquestion.” She said, relishing in the startled blush that blossomed on her girlfriend’scheeks.

“Oh Ta, I wasn’t trying to distract you. You’re just bored, you haven’t hada big job in a few weeks and you’re already looking for plots to assassinatethe President in every corner.” Nadia’s quick remark hit the nail so perfectlythat Tamar found herself seriously doubting her suspicions for the first timein the whole day. Perhaps Nadia was right. Perhaps she had been just lookingfor secrets and mysteries and found enough material to come up with one.

“Maybe you’re right.” She finally said, the two already in the elevator.

A low, soft tune rang all around them, the elevator music just loud enoughto keep her restless mind at ease. Nadia giggled, “I AM right. Always.”

Tamar rolled her eyes and quickly brought her lips to Nadia’s, drinking inthe last remains of her girl’s laughter in earnest.

-

All right, she was bored. Tamarrubbed her bleary eyes and got up from her bed, Nadia’s side perfectlyarranged, while hers was… a crumpled mess. Nadia… Where the hell was sheanyway? It was half-past two in the morning and she was still in her study,which wasn’t a real study, more like a guest room with an extra desk and astuffed to the brim set of shelves. Tamar had gone to bed early, with the planto play some solo chess games on her phone and try to get her brain back tonormal. She’d been playing endlessly since then, waiting to distress, waitingfor Nadia. When it became obvious she wasn’t going to see her girlfriendanytime soon, she got up and went looking for her.

She found her in the study. Her blonde siren huddled over an old notebook,colourful notes all over the pages. Strange, Tamar had never seen thatnotebook.

“All right, are you sure it’ll work?” Nadia whispered into her hand. No,not her hand, her… phone? This was intriguing and had Tamar been in her bestself, she would have quickly discovered what was going on. But she was sleepyand in need of some action, vacations did no good to her. And so, she made amistake. She ran her pinkie toe headfirst into the doorframe.

“Tamar?!” Nadia’s eyes were rotund and enormous as she hastily closed hernotebook and ended the call. In her pain, Tamar missed where the two mysteriousitems went, her entirely focused on the throbbing pain in her toe. “What areyou doing still up?” she asked, already up and busy checking on Tamar’s hurtfoot.

Then she led her away from the room, making sure to lock the door in theprocess. Tamar hopped along, “You weren’t in bed yet,” she answered, “I waswondering what was keeping you up so late.”

She eyed her girlfriend with attention. The way Nadia bit the inside of hercheek told her she had almost caught something she shouldn’t have.

Nadia cleared her throat, “I was working on a thing. Lost track of time.Sorry, babe.”

Somehow, Tamar knew there was more to it than just a ‘thing’ but she wastired, in pain and in serious need of cuddling. She would pursue this mattertomorrow. Tonight she’d demand some cuddles and kisses.

-

A week had gone by and Tamar hadn’t found anything. The mystery was drivingher mad. And so were Nadia’s fantastic looks that she kept sporting every day.For some reason, she had gotten herself all dolled up every day during the pastweek, and while Tamar couldn’t and wouldn’t complain, she certainly grewcurious over the eye candy.

“Stop ogling me like that, Ta.” Nadia whispered, a smirk on her lips. Todaythey tasted of peach, as Tamar had found out earlier that morning.

She tried to, she really did. The elevator was crowded today, no one reallyneeded to be anyone’s third wheel. But Nadia was her very best today. If a weekago she had looked like a siren, tonight she looked like the queen of the sevenseas and beyond. Saints help her, Nadia would kill her one of these days andall just by looking too beautiful.

A playful smirk grew on Nadia’s lips before she pulled Tamar closer andwhispered into her ear, “If you don’t stop ogling, Mrs Taylor will startplanning our wedding in the next five minutes.” She pointed at the dark skinnedold lady standing in front of them. The woman was small and frail, her hairgone stark white years ago, but she had pure life running through her veins.And a love for love. She had also been a very successful wedding planner in herday. And nothing was more delicious for an ex wedding planner than a youngcouple in love.

Tamar nodded. She wanted to marry Nadia, sure, but not yet. And shecertainly didn’t want Mrs Taylor planning some big event. So, she sacrificedherself and locked her eyes on the elevator’s buttons.

-

Nadia took her sweet time with unlocking their door. And Tamar took hersweet time in feasting in the sight. Nadia smiled to herself, infinitelypleased with how well her plan was going, especially with how easy she coulddistract her girlfriend, all she had to do was to put on a beautiful outfit andbat her eyes. Finally, after pretending to fight with the keys for a good fullminute, she unlocked the door. She flashed a victorious smile at Tamar andopened the door.

The two went inside.

Darkness engulfed them and Tamar’s instincts kicked in. There were supposedto be lights on. Nadia’s fairy lights were always, always on. Why was everything in the dark? And… was it breathingshe heard from the lounge area? She took a step back, ready to protect Nadiafrom whoever had forced entry in their home when suddenly light flashed allaround her.

“SURPRISE!!!!” a crowd cheered, loud enough to make her jump on the spot.

Her eyes locked on the sight. Everyone, including Nadia, was standing inthe middle of the room, hands up, big toothy smiles on their faces. Colourfullights illuminated the whole apartment and there, on the centre table, was acake. A cake that Nadia carried to her right now, a… birthday cake.

She gaped at everyone, “What… Nadia? I told you, no party!” she said,finally able to speak. Zoya snorted somewhere in the back of the crowd.

“I told you she’d say that.” She said to Genya.

Nadia just rolled her eyes, paying attention to no one but the surprisedTamar, “I know. But you’re my girl, how could I NOT plan a party for you?” shesaid, stopping just a step away. Harshaw moved from the crows, matches in handand, with more flare than necessary, he light up the candles. At the sight ofthe burning flames, the lights were turned off and everyone started to sing,their happy and out of tune voices making Tamar smile wider than ever. When thesong was close to ending, Nadia spoke over the voices, “Make a wish, babe!”

Their eyes locked for a moment as Tamar made her wish and then, when thesong was over, she blew the candles.

Nikolina + Where I should have been looking in the first place

The nerveof him!

Alinahuffed in mild annoyance as her feet left craters on the snowed landscape.

Hide andseek?

Hide and seek?!

WhenNikolai had suggested they play a game, she had honestly expected something farmore interesting than a classic game of hide and seek. Certainly something thatinvolved more kissing and hands up her hair and less actual looking for thehazel eyed idiot all over the Little Palace grounds. It’s not that they hadkissed yet or done any feeling up at all, but for the past few weeks Alina hadcome to terms with the fact that yes, she had very well lost it over Nikolai.Of course, she didn’t want to admit it at all, but when the game suggestioncame up in their daily conversation, Alina had thought that Nikolai was finallygoing to make a move.

A wildgroan rattled her bones as her eyes searched for him. He was nowhere to beseen. And Alina had been so looking forward to being thoroughly kissed by him,while denying she had any feelings for the young king, of course. The fantasyhad played in her mind so many times by now. He’d tease her endlessly, she’droll her eyes and threaten him, he’d lean in close enough to have her resolvecrumble just a bit, she’d push him off only to have him capture her hands.Their eyes would meet and for a moment they would just look at each other. Andthen she’d do the mistake of looking at his lips and licking her own and then…Nikolai would flash that knowing smirk of his, that very smirk that drove hermad. He’d say something perfect, somethingright and then… then he’d finally kiss her. And only then would she admitit she was in love with him.

Her air gotcaught in her throat as the fantasy ended abruptly, interrupted by a thought thatsparked to life. She knew where hewas. How hadn’t she thought of it before?!

She ranthrough the thick coats of snow, through trees and doors and startled students.Her cheeks grew hot as burning coals, the chilly wind cutting through her likea well-honed knife. Her heart raced so fast she couldn’t tell where oneheartbeat ended and where the next began.

Finally, thereit was. That damned pier.

And at thevery end of it was… Nikolai.

Her stepsslowed to a silent pace and Alina placed a hand on her heart, trying to silenceits loud drumming, certain that the king could hear it with how loud it drummed.Suddenly she didn’t want to lose the game at all.

“Alina,sunshine!” He called, without so much of a glance over his shoulder and theformer Grisha wanted to scream in frustration. So much for catching him offguard. “What took you so long?” he said, and for some reason, she felt as if hewasn’t talking about her finding him.

“You’re ahard man to find, Nikolai.” She deadpanned, no longer trying to silence hersteps.

Hislaughter, pure and unrestrained, just like that of a carefree child, rang inthe cold winter air. The sound was so comforting that Alina felt it aimstraight to her heart and melt it in a blink. “Alina, love, come.” He pattedthe spot next to him. Her eyes fell on it, her mouth open and ready to complainabout the cold, when she saw that he was sitting on a thick blanket. A darkblue blanket large enough for the two of them to sit comfortably.

So, shesat. And she felt his gaze fall on her. She made sure to not look back.

“Congratulations,Alina. You won!” his voice was bubbly and light. After knowing him for so long,Alina knew this was his happy beyond limits voice. This was the voice not manypeople in the world got to hear. She felt a warm feeling spread its tendrils insideher chest knowing she had the privilege to hear it.

Stiflingdown the smile that threatened to crack her face in two, Alina kept her eyes onthe frozen lake when she answered, “And what did I win, Nikolai?”

She felthis body heat seconds before his shoulder touched hers, his breath tickling herskin before he whispered in her ear, “Whatever you wish for, sunshine.”Pretending not to be affected by his touch and his voice was an impossibletask. Goosebumps spread all over her skin, her blood turned to burning gasolineand her heart jumped straight out of her chest. If she were to look for it,Alina had an idea where it would be. Somewhere in Nikolai’s hands. How had shegotten like this? She simply had no idea. One day she was living a plain lifewith Mal, the next day things had gone south. And then she was back in Os Alta,just like that. And just like that, she and Nikolai fell back into the littleroutine they had forged so many months before. Walking from one place toanother, just the two of them, chatting about their day, joking about anything,going through crazy plans and outlandish ideas, casually flirting once in awhile. A detail that Alina might have missed if she hadn’t caught Tamar lookingat her and Nikolai with a shine that was unmistakable. She’d seen something andshe had no qualms in voicing her thoughts. Youtwo flirt like hopelessly in love teens.

Nikolaibumped her shoulder again and she realised with a startle that she’d gottenlost in daydreaming, again.

“What?” shebreathed, finally looking at him. The fire in his eyes caught her off guard,catching her breath in one handful and taking it far away from her.

“I said…Whatever you wish for. So…” his voice had grown raspier, as if he was holdingback something. She desperately wanted to know what it was. “What do you want?”he finished in a breath.

“I…” she wasforced to lick her lips, they had grown far too dry, and Nikolai’s eyesmomentarily got distracted with the movement. “Huh…” his attention went back toher eyes, and he waited. Alina readied herself, “I want to know…” she took adeep breath, this was after all… something she had been curious about for yearsnow, “That night… Here…” Nikolai froze in place and she realised he’d beenleaning in, “Why… Why did you want to kiss me?” She winced, that was not whatshe wanted to know, not exactly, “I mean… Why did you say those things?”

A sheepishsmile tugged on his lips, “I wanted to kiss you… Alina, I wanted to kiss youbecause why wouldn’t I?” she frowned, “You’re brilliant, you’re beautiful, you’refunny and you’re not afraid to say what you have to say. Plus, I’d never metanyone that got me as well as you do. You saw right through me and I never feltmore naked. And I loved it.” His smile grew so wide it had a shine of its own, “AndI wanted to kiss you,” his voice grew huskier with every word, “because youmade me feel like the sea does. Light, free, happy.” He raised a hand to tuck afew locks of white hair away from her face, his eyes followed the movement, “ButI knew the feeling wasn’t mutual, at least… not yet. I couldn’t kiss you whilefully aware your heart belonged to another.” A pause, “But I still want to kissyou.”

Where wasit… her voice… oh, right, there it was, “Oh? You do?”

“Yes.”

That wasit, he didn’t say anything else. He just… waited. For her. Alina wanted tosmack him. There she was, breathless and dizzy and unable to move, ready forthe taking, and Nikolai wanted her tomake a move. This man, this man was going to drive her mad one of these days.

“Well?” shesaid, growing impatient.

Nikolai’ssmile changed. Where it had been carefree just seconds ago, now it had aninsufferable edge to it. “Do you want me to kiss you, sunshine?” he asked andher whole body vibrated with that little nickname.

Shebreathed, “Yes, you big dolt.”

This timeNikolai wasted no time in kissing her still open lips. And Alina wasted no timein kissing him back. There were moans and chuckles and a yelp when Alinapinched him, but mostly, there was a lot of satisfaction ringing through theirbones.

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Tom Brokaw goes NUCLEAR on the Washington Post but we've been told they're real news so the article must be true. Sorry Tom!

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Tom Brokaw goes NUCLEAR on the Washington Post but we've been told they're real news so the article must be true. Sorry Tom!

A bunch of news outlets got their mitts on an email Tom Brokaw sent to friends and colleagues after the Washington Post and Variety published reports that the NBC News legend had sexually harassed former colleague Linda Vester, and as the kids say, it’s LIT AF:

Liberal Tom Brokaw uses his “participation in environmental and social causes” as a defense against claims of sexual harassment. https://t.co/wdbeRmsuqA

— Michael Q Sullivan (@MQSullivan) April 27, 2018

But not only does Brokaw trash the alleged victim of his abuse, but he goes NUCLEAR on the Washington Post and Variety for even publishing her claims. From his letter, via the Hollywood Reporter.

First up, apparently they cut off his head with a guillotine:

It is 4:00 am on the first day of my new life as an accused predator in the universe of American journalism. I was ambushed and then perp walked across the pages of The Washington Post and Variety as an avatar of male misogyny, taken to the guillotine and stripped of any honor and achievement I had earned in more than a half century of journalism and citizenship.

Brokaw also seem to think “tickling” female subordinates without their permission is no big deal:

Linda Vester was given the run of the Washington Post and Variety to vent her grievances, to complain that I tickled her without permission (you read that right), that I invaded her hotel room, accepted an invitation to her apartment under false pretenses and in general was given a free hand to try to destroy all that I have achieved with my family, my NBC career, my writing and my citizenship.

The veteran reporter, who is already dead via France’s preferred method of execution, is also dead from the preferred method of execution in America’s gang neighborhoods, the “drive by”:

I am not a perfect person. I’ve made mistakes, personally and professionally. But as I write this at dawn on the morning after a drive by [sic] shooting by Vester, the Washington Post and Variety, I am stunned by the free ride given a woman with a grudge against NBC News, no distinctive credentials or issue passions while at FOX. 

Brokaw ended by saying the publications “can’t diminish” everything he’s accomplished:

I am proud of who I am as a husband, father, grandfather, journalist and citizen. Vester, the Washington Post and Variety cannot diminish that. But in this one woman piece of sensational claims they are trying.

Brokaw, however, has cancelled as undergraduate commencement speaker at Sacred Heart University over the controversy. In his place … wait for it … is Trump cabinet official Linda McMahon:

Tom Brokaw will no longer be Sacred Heart University's commencement speaker. "Given events in the news, Mr. Brokaw did not want to distract from the intended and most important focus of the day – our graduating students and their families." Letter to the SHU community: pic.twitter.com/5EGVISGVdz

— Dom Proto (@Dom_Proto) April 27, 2018

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Me.trocon 2017 Saturday

diary for future me, read if you want but it’s rly only 4 myself tbh. Cosplayed: mik.an Tsumiki

OKAY so the morning was rly bad and hectic and i dont like remembering it but i woke up and got ready bc the lol.ita fashion show was at 10 am and dad n i left and dad stopped by burger king to get himself some food but my cramps flared up BADLY and i had a midol in my bag so i took it out but im afraid of pills and cant swallow them so i was shaking and then i started crying and the drive-thru girl was like “oh gosh are you okay?” and i explained what was going on but rushed and sloppily and she was like “oh this happens to my lil sis too.. it’s okay sweetie just relax” or soething and i had dad park the car in the parking lot of burger king and for me to put my midol in a BK crospy crown and take a huge bite and swallow but that backfred and i chewed some of the pill and it was Blegh but the midol didnt kick in right away and the cramps were still v bad so i had dad rive me home so i could lie down for a while and i asked mom to use the heater bc she accidentally woke up so i asked her while she was awake and she kept saying no bc she liked it but when i begged she let me use her bed and used mine and it barely helped but overtime i gradually geew okay and hadd to calm myself so the stress wouldnt make my cramps return and i left at like 11 am and i missed the BB panel too but it’s Okay and i walked in and met up w haji near the ticket place and thankfully her mom let us wander around the con

so we went to the GF panel but i was mainly distracted by a small octopus plushie on some guy’s head and haji n i kept joking abt us knocking it off his head and abt the guy playing space jam and bassboosted music outside the panel room and it being audible whenever someone opened the door to leave or come in pff... but the dipper did the lamby dance and it was cute aa and the dipper offered ppl in the audience scooby snacks to any of the audience so haji n i had one n it was rly good aa i hadnt had one of those in years theyre Yummy...

Anyway, after that, i tried to go to the DR meetup, but it was rly rly tiny?? like we held it inside w like 2 handfuls of ppl and we tried to get the junkos to step on the tsumikis (there were 3 of us, including me) w 2 junkos bc i requested it but the junkos didnt wanna accidentally pantyshot the camera so we got up from our kneeling positions haha and haji went to the dealers room for a while while this was going on and i tried to help the mikan when she said she got a cut on her face but she said it was alright and eventualy haji came back and i left w her and we decided not to go to the m.lp panel that i kind of wanted to go to and instead went to the dealers room and looked around and i showed her the idol merch table and haji said she’d buy me anything bc she didnt get to give me a birthday present earlier on in the year so i looked around for a Big hamster plushie or something but those seemed expensive so we came back to the idol table and got me the tori keychain i’d been wanting since yesterday or thirsday and haji got a tsukasa and then we ran into the ppl running the fine panel and we all joked abt “ALL WOMEN ARE QUEENS, EICHI!!” 

and we walked around for a bit more before going to the rw.by panel but we could barely hear and we had to sit at the back of the room due to lack of seats so haji and i just whispered to eachother the whole time and i had haji read part of an en.stars smut fic w impregnation kink (just kink not actual mpreg) and a lil stupid thing i wrote abt rei and koga and then we watched the service dog near us near the other corner and watched it lick the carpet and Rest and enjoyed watchin it then we tried to walk around and someone asked for a pic of me but i was like “UHH WHERES MY SYRINGE PROP” so haji thought i elft it on the floor of the other panel and she left to go find it while i waited near these ppl bc they were just hanging out anyway and i kept worrying like “shes been gone for a while.. is she okay this shouldve been quick oh god” and my cramps started returning a lil but i tried to keep myself calm and the uraraka was like “are you okay i can go try n retkrkieve her if she got lost” and i was like “it’s okay” and eventually i checked deep in my bag and found it and i tried to call haji but she arrived just as i called her and i was like “i found it im sorry aa” and then we Ran to the en.stars panel

AND THE EN.STARS PANEL WAS SO SO MUCH FUN!! I have the first half recorded on video and since it’s rly late rn, i wont type too much abt that, but i asked eichi if he was anyone’s sugar daddy and, if not, would he be mine and he said he was kind of one to hajime and bought him lots of things and haji asked who was the most into minions and it was apparently Tori and i showed them the scooby doo au i made w some of haji’s assistance and showed wtaru (and the others) the Scoobkai Doonata that i drew and they all were laughing and i wa glad aa and the topic of vore came up again and i showed them shino’s ku.rochia vore post and the kiryu was like “OH MY GOD CAN I GIV U MY TWITTER SO I CAN BE SENT THAT” and the panelists were laughing and tori read the tweet aloud while laughing and i told them the ensemble vore account and eichi was like “well, theyve prob gained more followers today” and i asked if anyone in the audience wanted to see it and omeone rasied their hand so i showed them and they were laughing too and it was Wild.wataru apparently named his doves after fine members and tomoya, and i asked kiryu if he could lift rabits + fine and they nodded and i later asked if he knew that he’s a thicc bara and the fandom thirsts for him and he laughed and nodded. Haji asked them if they’d heard rainbow circus nightcore bassboosted and the eichi said they played it at practice ssometimes (i thick this was ooc not in-character answer) and someone in the audience actually KNEW the person who made that and messaged them and they messaged them that tori said they liked them and the rainbow cisurcus stuff and the person replied w “ Why” and honestly this whole panel was FUN but so someone told us where the en.stars buttons were so the fine group, their friend the kiryu, haji, and i all went to the booth and got buttons and i said goodbye to eeryone and walked around for a minute then haji n i went into the vol.tron talk panel and haji had to leave aww and after that the vol.tron panel was mostly shitty fanfic reading, swearing, and roasts and i wanted to go to vol.tronival but for reason i thought thatd be rude bc the panelists were like “we have to compete w... THAT” and so i stayed and went on my ipad most of the time.

I went to the per.sona 5 q and a and it was so full that i had to stand in the back but they sometimes kept bringing up per.sona 4 and perso.na 3 so i was confused and they said they were abt to start trivia and it might have spoilers so i took that opportunity to leave bc i dont want spoilers and it was kind of boring so i walked around the dealers room and i found a Rock and Uno and i talked to them and turns out the Rock was actually the mondo from the day before bc they said “hey, sweetie!” in a nice tone and i was confused and they were like “ah im the mondo btw!” so we talked and i talked abt how i watched both seasons of nan.baka in like.. 2 days and i was like “uno’s best boy-” and rock (as a joke) went deadpan and walked away and i was like “ROCK IS ALSO A GOOD BOY JUST.. UNO...” and rock came back and i said that uno and nico stole my heart and uno fistbumped me and rock was like “you should cosplay w us sometime~!” and i said i was considering doing uno but couldnt and i cant do most of the characters bc long sleeves and rock said i’d be cute as the chinese qi kid and i was like “i cant paint myself either but thank you!” and they had to leave but i got rock’s tumblr and they called me cute or sweet and i looked around the dealers room for a second more before scurrying to the LL panel and apparently the thing was 2 hours??

but anyway it was p funny and we all just messed around and did q and a and games like handshake  killer and karaoke! i sang half of Sentimental Liars but my voice wasnt as loud as i wouldve liked it and kind of shaky bc i was cold and Nervous and the nico from the panel and another random guy clapped for me and the 2 en.stars fans in front of me said my voice sounded nice and at some point i overheard those 2 talking abt making a screamo cover of melody in the dark and i was like “omfg are yall gonna actually make a cover. go fully hardcore” and Dead girl walking and candy store got sung and it was a Fun panel. the kiryu from earlierwalked in too so when everyone was talkign to eachother near the end of the panel, i asked shino if they wanted to say anything to the kuro and shino asked them how ranking went and the kiryu said they couldnt rank and shino was just so happy and keysmashing and asked f i could say “pls lift me mr.bara” and the kiryu chuckled and the kiryu was like “do they want me to like.. do anyfin?” so i asked shino and all he said was “DAB” so i took a pic of the kiryu dabbing and shino said they hadnt been feeling well so it cheered them up so i told the kiryu that and they said to tell shino that that made them happy and when the kiryu and i swapped tumblr apparently they already follow me and im like “FGNEGN DUDE.. I KNO U IVE SEEN U IN MY FOLLOWERS LIST IM YUMENOSAKIACADEMY ROX...” n they were like “oH” and they showed me a funny post abt shu and i proposed a tri.ch shu hc and then they ahd to leave but i stayed for the vol.tron panel but i was messaging shino thru most of it but i saw lynds (as lance) get hugged by the panel’s lance and i read some en.stars doujins and messaged another friend too so i wasnt paying much attention, then istill stayed in the room for the rw.by panel, but same i was just on my ipad but i saw some of the dares and the jaune sang and stuff and evemtually it was over and i walked around taking pics before going outside to wait for dad to pick me up 

and i took a pic of a pidge, lance, and keith and gav em lollipops and the pidge was like “omg ur nails.. wait, did u go to a hai.kyuu panel last year?” and i was like “ah, no i was casu.al d v a” and they were like “yea, but u went TO  a hai.kyuu panel, yea?” and i said yea and they were like “aa i was the hinata u talked to. i recognized u bc the nails” and i laughed bc thats my only noticable feature, huh. pff