#ahh i'm really enjoying this thus far

[maopll]

Could I request Kaeya, Diluc, Childe and Zhongli's (separate) s/o laying them down on her lap and playing with the boys' hair when their exhausted?

Put your head on my heart

#genshin impact !

⌗:, a/n: its boutta feel like heaven once I scratch their heads I'm being dead serious...hopefully there's no dandruff...

⌗:, pairings: khaenri'ahn, weird grown up, snezhnaya's greatest toymaker, fossil w/ gn!reader (separately)

⌗:, note: I wanted to post smth before I went to school so pls take it with a grain of salt (low effort work)

— ୨୧ KAEYA

"Ahh...that's feels great" Kaeya mumbled drowsily against your lap.

"You're having real fun by having me at your beck and call huh?" You playfully said as you pressed one spot on his forehead a little harder.

"Ow ow ow gently I'm very feeble" He smirked while looking you with half his eyes closed. It looks like the exhaustion really creeped up to him. He's not one who easily shows through his demeanor how much overworked or even exhausted he is.

To others he may seem like how he usually does but the slight change in his personality spoke words to you. The past week he became sluggish and even fell asleep at the most odd places.

Thus you took it upon your hands to lay him down on your lap and forcibly make him achieve that deserved slumber that he really needed.

"It's not right to overwork yourself so much Kaeya..." your voice sounded like one of worry. Kaeya knew how you felt and...he can't really disagree with you. "I'll be careful next time lovely"

"Oh, you better! you're trying to shave years of my life here with how much you're overworking yourself!" You smack his head. He laughed, seeing you worry so much, and said "aww I'm sorry," all while having a shit eating grin on his face as he smothered your face with his kisses to make you stop worrying. "You have my oath as a knight, my dove" he says so while sealing the words with a kiss on the back of your hand in quite the knightly fashion.

— ୨୧ DILUC

It's way past midnight. The workers and the Maids of the Manor are enjoying the honey heavy dew of slumber while you paced back and forth in your own room's veranda as you stared far into the vineyards to even catch a glimpse of your lover. It's not unusual for Diluc to return late, but it's even more unusual when he hasn't come back after the clock struck 2 a.m.

"Where is he?" Your worries grew like a rapid fire. You tried to calm your nerves by telling yourself "it's alright..." when your ears perked up with the creak of the front door. After some time, you saw Diluc emerge from the shadows with his red hair looking particularly vibrant under the moonlight.

"Gosh, you had me worried there dear..." you strode towards him. "Yes...it looks like I kept you awake and worried for a long time? apologies..." as he sounded those words, his voice grew tired and low as his eyes nearly closed from how drowsy he was. You frowned at this sight of him. So you held his hand gently and guided him towards your bed to let him get that well deserved rest since he looked as if he would flop flat on the ground if you did not let him fall on the bed sooner.

You guided his head towards your lap and ruffled his red locks gently. "I'll help you sleep quicker, Diluc. So just close your eyes now" with a peck to his forehead, you put your hands softly over his eyes. "Thank you...love"

— ୨୧ CHILDE

"Childe...I don't think this is that right place to do this..."

And yes it wasn't. He decided to go out fishing in Dragonspine with you because he said, "I miss the way me and my family used to fish in Snezhnaya" all puppy eyed and stuff. You're always the one who says yes to anything he says but maybe...maybe this time you should've said no...

"But babe I'm tired! won't you let me rest my head on your lap?" so he said when he is literally a harbinger. Him running out of stamina and being exhausted? impossible that's something that will happen in an alternate universe. He just needed a sorry excuse to feel the warmth your thigh emitted because he just couldn't get enough of those.

"Childe I'm not saying that you can't lay on my lap but we are out in the middle of nowhere in adeserted frosty mountain!" You screamed to him while he just jumped up with excitement, "Oh look! I caught a Snowstrider! Great catch!"

"Oh my archons...are we done yet?" you said impatiently because the cold was getting to you. "Aww but I was thinking about catching a few more...alright let's go home now"

You noticed the tone drop in his voice. Looks like he really missed those eventful days of his. So with a sigh and a forgiving smile on your face you agreed to his whims, "Nevermind it's alright, you can fish as much as you want we can go after some time"

Oh what a sight it was when his eyes literally sparkled with joy and the way his ears perked up hearing your words of affirmation. "Thanks babe! Watch me catch the biggest one for you!"

Oh it's going to be a long day...

— ୨୧ ZHONGLI

The vibrant kites were visible from the small window of your house. Lantern Rite comes every year with a new surprise yet even before the preparations are completed before the event, the hustle and bustle of the people as they scurried to prepare meticulously for the biggest event was a joy that could never eb expressed in words.

So here you were. Atop a hill overseeing the entirety of Liyue Harbour with your lover resting on you lap as you played with his hair as soft as the silk flowers and as fragrant as qingxins.

"Do you like the view Zhongli?" you quietly asked, keeping the comforting silence that prevailed amidst the two of you. "As always. Mortals and their customs have never ceased to amaze me." He hummed lowly as you scratched that one spot of his head. He had those areas on his head which felt better than the other places because...he's a dragon after all.

He looked up at you through his lashes and spoke, "Once the Liyue Harbour is decorated, let us visit Mount Aocang to give those old friends a little greeting." You smiled at how much he cared for those who lived along with him. "Sure let's do that"

[fatuismooches]

Arlecchino theater anon here, glad you liked that idea! I also thoroughly enjoyed the Arlie gf texts you made, particularly her and Bina putting together a list of banger plays to take reader to.

This time I'd like to talk about Sandrone, since I find it utterly risible how little love she gets. I HC that one of the reasons Sandrone is known for having a bad attitude is because she's only really talkative when it comes to her work, and as a massive perfectionist she's notoriously difficult to work with. She insists on building/repairing all her automations by hand instead of relying on mass production to maximize quality (notice how the factory in Liyue was Dottore's and not Sandrone's!). Having absolutely zero tolerance for incompetence, she'll likely prefer working alone whenever possible.

Now, imagine a reader who is well-versed in engineering (maybe a Kshahrewar student expelled for dabbling in mechanical lifeforms, or a Fontaine mechanic) drafted into a team to assist with Sandrone's work to speed up production a little. Everyone was ecstatic to collaborate with a genius of her caliber, but the experience was quite different from what you imagined. When it was time for everyone's work to be inspected, after just a once-over Sandrone launched into a tirade pointing out every last imperfection and the exact impacts they would have on automation performance, with no shortage of harsh words sprinkled in. The others looked like they either wanted to cry or argue back, but not you. You weren't even the most talented or driven of the bunch, but you instinctively understood this was the rightful arrogance of a master and also found her voice and angy face really nice. Thus, it was easy for you to smile and nod, and work on what she pointed out. As time went on, the others steadily resigned, unable to take the repeated hits to their egos from the scathing criticism. Only you remained, steadily improving in your craft. Was it just you, or were Sandrone's criticisms getting gentler as they became less frequent? You eventually came to miss them after you got to the point where they stopped completely, so you would intentionally make little, easily fixable errors just to hear her sweet voice more. She's far from stupid, and would catch on pretty quick.

"Spare me this foolishness. Such a frivolous error is unbecoming of your ability. What is the meaning of this?"

Knowing you were busted, you'd just bashfully smile and tell her that you love her voice. She'd probably short-circuit for a good 5 seconds or so, then turn around and continue working with ears cutely tinted red.

-🎭

HI ARLECCHINO THEATER ANON!! OR NOW 🎭 ANON!! <3 Hehe I'm so glad you enjoyed those texts you really inspired me 💓 And WOW my ears are wide open for Sandrone thoughts... mhm (Also i love what you did there- "utterly risible" Sandrone says that in the trailer 😭💞)

Now... I'M IN LOVE WITH YOUR HC. It makes sooo much sense considering how engrossed she is only with her research :) So it's own natural that she wants things to be done her way, since her way is the best way as she spends copious amounts of time on her Automatons. And when she has to work with people who don't have the same skill, interest, intelligence etc as her she gets rather annoyed since they're messing her work up 😭

Ahh yes, reader and the group of newbies, so naive and thrilled to be working with such a revered Harbinger and researcher. So excited to present their little inventions to her and hopefully impress her. Sure their creations may not be perfect, but it still something right? WRONG. Sandrone walks over to each and every person and points out every flaw, internal, external, and even aesthetic wise about their creation. It's enough to have some people on the verge of passing out before she got to them.

Yes it was harsh, but she was right- even the littlest mistake could have a detrimental impact. Which is why you admired her unwavering dedication and attention to detail for her craft. (And also the way she would close her eyes and scoff and huff at how lackadaisical these people were honestly kind of cute... not to mention how elegant she looked perched on her robot... like the queen she is 💝) So you stayed. You stuck through it. Others tried to follow your example, but the numbers dwindled until you were the only one left under her wing. Even though she could be cruel, it wasn't without reason. Sandrone could actually explain to you what you were doing wrong, how to fix it, ways to prevent it in the future, etc. She actively made you grow, in her own little Sandrone way.

It got to the point where she didn't even need to criticize you anymore, and if she did, it was not like the scalding tone from before. Now she would simply take a look at your work and give you a small nod. On very rare occasions you might even get a "Good work"! Which of course you were delighted that she was finally satisfied, but you wanted to hear her talk more! The lab was always dead silent, only the sound of metal and tools filling it. But damn messing up on purpose for that? You know that most people would die for doing something as dumb as that? Luckily Sandrone has a soft spot for you that she doesn't exactly realize yet but will soon discover quickly <33 Omg I can just imagine her face morphing into surprise, her jaw hanging open trying to form a response to that, but she just closes it and turns around to pretend nothing happened 🥺

Off-topic but I find it interesting trying to talk to Sandrone about stuff outside of her research. Like i can just imagine her realizing she really doesn't know what else to say since she absorbs herself in her work all the time. After she gets a crush on you would she get jealous at how other people can easily hold a conversation with you? 🤔 Would she try to learn about the art of "normal conversation" and then fail halfway? Well it's okay since you can talk enough for both people :)

[kyogre-blue]

Hey so, I wanted to let your know that I really love your Naruto: Dashing Rescue fic. It's one of my all times fave time travelling fic. I still have the tumblr tag followed lol it's a lil reminder to self to reread whenever I come across it in the 'followed tag' section

I don't ever if you ever confirmed that it's abandoned work or not, I was wondering if you had anything to share about naruto rescue? Maybe your thoughts while writing it or scraps. Maybe not, it's been years also

Anyways, the main purpose was that I wanted to let you know that I really love your writing and a lot of your old works (oh khr too! but esp Dashing Rescue). You were an author that made me smile whenever I see your name as a teen learning about fandoms and searching out fics. I really enjoyed reading a lot of your works!

(Dumb me refresh the page before sending so I had to retype that twice and ahh I realised this got long. My bad)

Wow, that's really nice to hear. I'm glad that you enjoyed those fics! Looking at the dates, it's been almost 10 years since I posted that particular one... hard to believe.

Time travel has always been one of my most favorite fic tropes, and Naruto was really great for those because we had so many time periods, each with their own cast. The possibilities were endless.

For Dashing Rescue, I can see I posted three parts. I dug up my old doc, but there isn't much in it past those. I think I considered part 3 a good stopping point, though it looks like I wrote about a page of part 4 and outlined a few general ideas after that. I'll add that under the cut, in case you're curious.

Aside from that, the only thing I recall is that was using the movies for material and visual inspiration, but that part was probably obvious.

Anyway, thank you again for this really sweet ask. I really appreciate it ^o^

Title: Dashing Rescue

Part IV: Sand and Black Iron

Summary: AU, time travel. Finding himself in the past, Naruto has so far managed to hold back the tide of the Third Shinobi World War. That proves increasingly difficult as the Sandaime Kazekage goes missing. 

~.~.~

“Thanks for agreeing to see us, Jiji,” Kushina said, bowing deeply in complete contradiction to her impolite way of addressing the Hokage — she had picked it up from Naruto. Next to her, Minato did the same. Both of them spared a glance at Sakumo, who was also waiting in the Hokage’s office and greeted them with a friendly nod. 

“This is about Naruto, isn’t it?” Sarutobi guessed, setting aside his brush to give them both his full attention.

It had been two years since Naruto became an official member of the Uzumaki clan, and thus Konoha. That time had been plenty for the Sandaime to start feeling like he was going grey under his hat. 

Especially after Naruto took off for Suna a few months ago and refused to come back, despite the many diplomatically worded but rather displeased messages Sarutobi received from Suna. He just hoped that whatever this was didn’t turn out to be an international incident. 

“Yeah,” Kushina said bluntly. “He, uh, sent me a message.” 

Or rather, he and Kushina had set about abusing the fact that they held two halves of a single bijuu, which could communicate with each other regardless of distance or circumstances. Kurama had been nothing resembling pleased at being used as an elaborate communication system, but agreed to relay urgent messages in exchange for Kushina changing the form of confinement she used on her half. She still had no idea how Naruto managed to sweet-talk the bijuu into it from his side. 

“The Kazekage’s disappeared,” Kushina relayed, “but Naruto thinks he has a lead, and he wants help tracking the person responsible.” He had been increasingly evasive about what exactly he knew or at least suspected, and why, but Kushina didn’t mention that. Naruto got like that sometimes. 

Still not used to these sorts of things, especially stated so baldly out of nowhere — the Kazekage, really? — Sakumo choked a little, but quickly swallowed his surprise. The Sandaime simply closed his eyes and sighed. International incident didn’t begin to cover it. 

“With the Kazekage has gone missing, it’s naturally a very urgent request,” Minato added. “I might be able to expedite the journey there, if I can be assigned to the team.” 

Kushina nodded sharply. “And I can file the mission request for him,” she offered. 

“There is no need for that,” Sarutobi said, forcing down the urge to massage the bridge of his nose. “I will offer our services to Suna as a peace gesture.” 

“Who will you send?” Sakumo asked, as he finally processed what he had heard. 

“Sakumo-sempai, perhaps you could…?” Minato suggested. After all, there was no doubt about who possessed the best tracking skills in the village.

Sakumo shook his head. “That would be a terrible idea. They hate me there,” he summed up. “I was on the Suna front during the Second War, and…” 

There was no need to continue. That was where Sakumo gained his fame — and notoriety, upon a path of corpses. He didn’t regret what he had done for Konoha’s sake, but war bred hatred in a vicious cycle. Back then, he had been the same, hating his enemies for what had been done to his comrades and paying back with the same in turn. 

“Sending me would be more like a declaration of war than a peace gesture,” Sakumo concluded.

“It would not send the correct message, and would be a complication in itself,” Sarutobi agreed. “Unfortunately, most of the others who would be my second choice are out of the village and won’t be able to return quickly enough. Do you have a recommendation, Sakumo?” 

Frowning, the man looked out the window across the village. There was more at stake than first appeared — a situation like this, involving a Kage, no less, could easily deteriorate quickly and violently. So far, they had just barely managed to avoid the outbreak of another war, but the balance was delicate at best. If Suna faltered, it wouldn’t take Iwa long to strike. And then...

On the other hand, this was Konoha’s chance to build a strong alliance with Suna. It would put the Suna council, and possibly even their Kage, in Konoha’s debt. They would be able to present a united front against Iwa, and further strengthen their position with Kumo as well. 

A chance to bury the ills of the previous war…

“Kakashi,” Sakumo said, startling the others. “I recommend Kakashi.” 

“Sakumo, are you sure?” Sarutobi asked, his brow furrowing as he sat forward and studied his old comrade. 

“I’m sure. Kakashi has been a chuunin for four years now. He lacks experience, but his skills are top notch. His nose rivals mine, he’s observant and analytical, and he can call on one of our summons to assist him,” Sakumo explained.

The pride was clear in his voice. Minato, as Kakashi’s jounin teacher, nodded in agreement, though he also still appeared surprised by the choice. 

“And… This is our chance to bury the grudges of the past. We have to take the first step. What better way to prove that we trust Suna and are serious about this alliance?” Sakumo smiled. “And I trust Minato and Naruto to keep him safe, should something go wrong.” 

“...I won’t let anything happen to him,” Minato promised, recovering first. 

Sarutobi took several moments longer to consider the suggestion. Finally, he nodded. “Very well,” he said. “Then I will dispatch Minato and Kakashi to Suna in all haste.” 

“What? I want to go too! We’ll be a four-man team then!” Kushina protested. 

While Sarutobi tried to think of some subtle way to tell her that the Kyuubi jinchuuriki wasn’t going to be allowed off into a foreign village, which could very well turn unstable at any moment, all without letting Sakumo know the situation, Minato quickly spoke up, “I don’t think I could take you that far,” he said apologetically. “Kakashi and myself will already be difficult…” 

Kushina eyed him dubiously. Even though she was one of the few who understood the theoretical underpinnings of Hiraishin, she didn’t have the experience to judge how much and how far Minato could teleport. 

Theoretically, Hiraishin’s chakra cost depended on the size and weight of what he was teleporting, though there were some specific caveats regarding distance and the placement of the seals — it all depended on how you went about it.

Kushina was right to distrust him. Minato might have still been able to manage another person, but at least this way there was a legitimate reason for her to stay in Konoha. 

But she didn’t call him out on it. “He better come home after this,” she said instead. “It’s been months.” 

Minato nodded sharply. “I’ll bring him back once we’re done.” Even if it meant a quick ambush. 

“I’ll let Naruto know you’re coming,” Kushina said, and both the young jounin took their leave. 

Left alone with Sakumo, Sarutobi shot the other man a considering look. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. “I have no doubt Minato and Naruto will protect him to the best of their ability,” and that ability was really quite impressive, “but you don’t have to risk Kakashi on this. We can send someone else.” 

aaaaaa

///////The Third World War was put off, but relations are rough, especially when the Kazekage suddenly goes missing. (Minato is eighteen, Kakashi is ten, and Naruto is twenty one.) 

Naruto knows that the true cause is Sasori. He talks to Chiyo and takes off, with Minato and Kakashi following. Chiyo suggested that Sasori would have gone to the old Rouran ruins.

Naruto asks Sakumo to make Konoha into a village that never abandons even one of its people.

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Timeline

Naruto arrives 21 yrs pre-series, 25 yrs pre-Shippuden, 10 yrs before he was born.

Part I, Kumo's kidnapping attempt Minato, Kushina — 13 Kakashi — 5 Naruto — 16

(Part II — 3 years in between)

Part III, Sakumo's mission Minato, Kushina — 16 Kakashi — 8 Naruto — 19

Part IV, Kazekage abducted Minato, Kushina — 18 Kakashi — 10 Naruto — 21 Sasori — 15

Kannabi Bridge, old timeline Minato, Kushina — 20 Kakashi — 12

Kyuubi attack, old timeline Minato, Kushina — 22 Kakashi — 14

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Title: Dashing Rescue

Part IV: Bare Your White Fangs

Summary: AU, time travel. 

The Third War almost breaks out when people with bloodlines start to go missing, 

Pakura from Suna, Gari from Iwa, Toroi from Kumo, and Mei from Kiri.

Obito gets kidnapped by Hiruko, Orochimaru's childhood friend and assistant. 

Orochimaru is disgraced for his support and participation in the research.

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Title: Dashing Rescue

Part V: Rose-tinted Dawn

Summary: AU, time travel. 

Jiraiya gets word of his old students being in trouble and asks Naruto to look into it. It's Madara confrontation time. 

Minato and Kushina get trapped in a genjutsu world where Naruto is their son, and blond. It's really weird for them.

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Because the third war never happens, Minato is not nearly as famous. Orochimaru is not a Yondaime candidate either. Instead, Sakumo takes it.

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[landinrris]

I'm absolutly obsessed with On Our Terms 😍😍😍

ahh thank you! ❤️❤️❤️ I'm really glad you're enjoying it thus far.

[juniperhillpatient]

How’s it going @juniperhillpatient ?

I just read chapter VII of “The devil You Know”. The chapter was a roller coster and the story is really heating up. Poor Yue…

Was it truly a mere accident that Sokka’s coffin laid on top of Yue’s and Fy Lee”. He is very suspiciously close to many deaths. Toph was killed soon after she found out he and Suki were implicated in (I think it was Chan’s?) death. Speaking of Suki, it’s quite interesting when she protested how her phone wasn’t working, only for Azula to notice that it suddenly began to work again when it came time for Yue’s video to appear. Yue of course being an idvidyal that Suki has a grudge against. Via Sokka. Speaking of Yue, her POV this chapter was a gut punch. As was Katara’s in the beginning.

Also Jets’s POV drew several points about Ty Lee from his perspective. That she was smarter than she initially appeared. And that she six identical sisters. In appearance and voice.

What if Ty Lee hadn’t died at all. What if merely faked her death (by sacrificing one of her sisters) and engineered the call to Azula. Blaming Zuko for something he hadn’t actually done. From Jet’s PoV we know that Ty Lee’s parents wouldn’t actually notice if one of their daughters disappeared. Which may make it easy for Ty Lee to fake her death and switch with one of her sisters. If indeed she is one of the killers. I could just be reading into something that is’t there after all.

One of the killers expressed heartbreak over Azula. And we know that something happened between her and Ty Lee. Maybe enough to push Ty Lee into being a killer? Their’s also Mai, who may have been acting the fool this whole time. Her anger at Azula is readily apparent. My distrust of the two stems from canon. Though their actions are understandable I’ve got a thing about people betraying their friends. So their deeds at the Boiling Rock still leave a bad tastes in my mouth. Minus saving Zuko/Sokka/Suki’s lives of course.

So I like Suki and Sokka for Ghostface. With Mai coming in as a secondary suspicion. And If my theory about Ty Lee faking her death is right, she immediately jumps to #I suspect

In the end scene, where Katara is perving on Azula. Is Azula blacking out like in the first chapter? In which Zuko is taking of Azula in that moment?

And a message for Azula. “Tell your girlfriend important shit! Your brother being accused (supposedly at least) in being a killer definitely qualifies. Also don’t cheat on her”. That’s a bit fucked up. Unless you blacked out for it. Which makes Zuko’s action monumentally more fucked up. But then, every character in this story is a bit screwed in the head. But then, that’s one (though by no means the only) of the reasons we love all the ATLA main crew (Gaang+Dangerous ladies+Yue).

Also, I’m pretty sure Kiyi is Hakoda’s and Ursa’s bastard child. Does Sokka suspect which married women that Hakoda slept with (Ursa?). He’s been a big brother figure to her thus far, so maybe. Out of all the characters, I’m hoping Kiyi lives. Even more so than Azula or Katara (I know, It me saying that!). Also hopeful she doesn’t end up as one of the killers…

I enjoyed the chapter, and am greatly looking forward to next! I want to see this mystery unraveled!

Bestie I wish you could like.....watch my face journey as I read through your speculations because I had a BALL reading this!

I seriously LOVE all the theorizing & I feel like I'm interacting less than usual with readers when it comes to this story because I'm always just like -

"love the theories :))))" but also I literally CANNOT respond with anything to theories without giving away if you're close or way off LMAO

But just know. I feel so validated in putting as much thought as I do into this story (trust me it's a lot lol) & I just get SO excited about seeing the different possibilities when I get messages such as this. Just - AHH !! :)

As for Kiyi - I can go ahead & confirm that she is indeed Ursa & Hakoda's child. I don't consider this a spoiler given it is pretty much confirmed in the latest update. More on how much Sokka knows about this very soon!

Anyway - THANK YOU. Whenever I see notifications from you I get so happy because you are so thoughtful & insightful & so supportive <3

[shipcestuous]

This was submitted anonymously. Thank you, Anon!

So I come with a new canon incest recommendation! :D

IDK how this tumblr feels about straight-male-directed dating sims (personally I actually really love them?? :') Or at least the moe anime ones haha!) but I've been really impressed with this one so far and I think it'd appeal to at least some of your followers!

The VN is called Sankaku Ren'ai: Love Triangle Trouble, and it's fundamentally about a group of anime/game otaku who go to high school together, but with the twist that the romantic cast is split into two sets of love triangles: one between the main character's childhood best friend and a new girl, and another between the MC's step-sister and blood-related sister.

The story is that the MC's parents divorced while he and his little sister (Suzu) were young, and they were separated to each live with one parent, never seeing each other. In the meantime, the MC's dad remarried another woman with a daughter, thus the step-sister. But recently the biological mother died, so now the blood-related sister has come back to live with her estranged brother and father.

The VN actually goes into a lot of detail about the awkwardness and difficulty of the entire situation, with the new sisters having to adapt to living together (but they do fundamentally get along!), and the MC and sister reconfiguring how they relate to one another now that they're no longer children!

Also, a lot of VNs with blood-related heroines just sorta... side-step the whole incest taboo thing by having everyone around be totally okay with it? (Which is fine but not really my style.) But this one actually does a surprisingly good job juggling the real drama of the situation with the basically light-hearted and comedic feel of the story overall! Like, when the step-sister finds out that Suzu has romantic feelings for her brother, she doesn't react super badly or whatever, but she doesn't know what to say!!! She's just like 'wtf I'm a weeb with 0 romantic experience. what am I even supposed to say because. um this is. like legit incest here right???' and it's just. quiet and uncomfortable and weird but she still cares about her and ahh it's just the right amount of angst for me haha??

Also Suzu is just!!! so so cute with how much she loves and admires her niisan!!! And the whole story has revealed to me how much I love a particular dynamic haha, where the younger one is sorta trying to make legit romantic overtures subtly but the older one is Convinced that they're imagining it and making things so Weird with their Gross Attraction but they also can't deny anything their little sib asks for~~~ <3

If you don't want to buy the whole VN, VGVNGamer is doing a (almost commentary-less) readthrough of it on youtube!

So yeah IDK if this'll appeal to anyone else haha, but I'm really enjoying it so I hope at least one other person can, too! :)

[chaoxfix]

Obsessed with your most recent fic! The way you write Sonic is just-- 👨‍🍳😘, and I'm foaming at the mouth at every mention of Robotnik being taken seriously... Do you have any personal HCs about Eggman, or ideas about how far his conquest will go in the future?

Ahh thank you!! I'm really glad you enjoyed it, this prompt week was really great for letting me explore a lot of the human v mobian v eggman empire lore thoughts i have! (and i have a LOT of those thoughts <3)

i guess, as much as we make fun of forces (and as much as it truly, genuinely deserves the mockery), forces does showcase a lot of what would happen if eggman successfully, fully took over. it shows green hill being taken over, as well as other areas, and how deforestation and destruction of the environment are tantamount to the eggman empire. and it shows how quickly he could do it without sonic, with the resources he's built up over the years. if he didn't have to spend all of his resources fighting one single goddamn blue rodent, he would've taken over the world many times over by this point. hence, six months. (i acknowledge this because even though i love my lore idea that eggman used sonic as a battery while in captivity, i also acknowledge it's just an au, a juicy what-if, and there's no canon support for it.)

i think he has plans to colonize space, and to basically enslave humanity wherever his empire intersects with humans... i don't think he's overly fond of humans, they just sort of exist to be ruled over in his mind. meanwhile, imo there's so much bad blood between him and mobians (or, non-human people in general, to group mobians and wisps together) that he just kind of wants to destroy them if they don't immediately bend a knee. early on though, my headcanon is that he generally treated mobians and humans the same. he wants control, and for people to basically worship the ground he walks on. (which is why IDW starline both fascinates and confuses me, as this is indeed someone who worships the ground he walks on, yet eggman is annoyed with him. but also it shows me that he doesn't care much for mobians regardless of their loyalty, if they have any sense of personhood or ambition beyond salivating over him).

i also think eggman's big on destroying nature purely because it can't be controlled. mobians without a real connection to nature would be easier to subdue, hence why in my opinion, he would have first tried to assimilate mobian cities into prioritizing technology over nature -- giving them convenience, having them take on human attributes like wearing clothes, eating fast food over growing your own gardens, etc. i think there are groups of mobians who grew up in and live in cities who are super comfortable using those sorts of things and would use manufactured items over handcrafted -- i headcanon these to be characters like charmy, rouge, and vector. meanwhile mobians who were born in non-human territories like islands would still interact with technology, but on a more infrequent-basis, and there would be more of a sense of harmony between making your own items and using what's already there, as well as prioritizing nature. that's what i headcanon for tails and amy, and to some extent sonic (though i headcanon his island was full of outdated, abandoned technology and settlements, but that's a theory for another day). and then there are some who are just truly born in the middle of nowhere and have little interest in modern tech (knuckles and big -- and imo, sonic has some crossover with this category too).

eggman would use the first two categories (but especially the first) to make them easier to control. who wants to fight against convenience, especially if you've been raised without knowing how to make things by hand? and if you're destroying the environment, you're depleting the resources needed to ever switch back to old, traditional methods. thus making groups dependent on you forever. there are very real case studies on this irl, which feel cheap to utilize here by name, but it's impossible not to think of them in these situations.

it's also my longstanding headcanon that humans aren't even native to mobius (and call it earth as a awy to further cement it as theirs), but instead arrived a few hundred, maybe a thousand years ago -- they simply terraformed it and took over the continents. eggman would have been raised with that mindset, that this is their home and they took it by force and there's no sense in the locals fighting back.

i ALSO would like to talk about the robotnik legacy. gerald robotnik, ivo (eggman) robotnik's grandfather, was a famous inventor for many things, but what he was best known for was revolutionizing the world of first aid. he canonly invented heal units, which maria references as his most famous/best invention in shadow the hedgehog (2005). heal units can heal any wound, albeit not disease. an invention like that is ... extremely powerful. it must have given him a fortune -- which doubtless would have been passed down to his kids and grandkids. like eggman and maria.

the difference is maria grew up sick without a cure, and it was luck and her grandfather's connections that let her live on the ARK where it was safe. she wouldn't have grown up spoiled; there just wasn't the same access to prestige and fun activities aboard the ark. she grew up with hospital gowns more than designer clothes. she grew up caring about others, because she knew how important it was to go out of your way for those dependent on you -- she was in the position to be cared for, and she knew very well not every girl with an autoimmune disease would be as lucky as she was. she grew up practicing gratitude, and being resilient enough to fight through constant testing and sickness, and still had a good heart. she was also primarily raised by gerald aboard the ark; gerald, who we can assume was at least slightly more of a self-made man. he wouldn't have raised her the way his kids would have raised her, spoiled from a silver spoon in her mouth from day 1. he raised her in a science lab. a pragmatic man who demonstrated love to the point of invention.

eggman, though. eggman would have grown up with all of that wealth, with parents who probably showed love through gifts, not hard work, not invention. designer clothes, power, the access to bully other kids. he would have grown up extremely spoiled -- and extremely bright. he had the robotnik brain, and the funds ("a small loan of a million dollars" if you will) to his inventions with a bang. between his own patents and the robotnik fortune, eggman was in a perfect position to take over the world. first with convenient inventions (ignore how they spy on you and destroy the environment, thus making you dependent on them forever) -- then with buying it outright. and those that resisted, by force.

it's also worth noting that he'd have access to heal units in his early inventions; he used small animals as living batteries. i wonder if some of his technology was healing them just enough to keep them functional for longer? (and, i wonder, if thats a concept i can steal for battery sonic au...)

all this in mind, the only thing slowing him down was a means to power his inventions. to power his empire. living batteries worked for a bit, up until people started fighting back, and destroying his other power sources. that's what led him to desire the chaos emeralds -- as well as, imo, his grandfather's research into chaos energy. all his research into old gods. but unlike gerald, eggman grew up spoiled and then became the most powerful man in the world -- why wouldn't he think himself a god, why wouldn't they fascinate him? why shouldn't he use technology so advanced that ancient civilizations saw it as magic? and unlike gerald, he didn't seek this technology for its healing or restorative purposes (after all -- chao live forever in a perpetual reincarnation, doubtless gerald was interested in this as a man of scientific health-related breakthroughs), but to simply power his designs.

frontiers also showed us eggman is interested in digital consciousness in tech -- which is very scary for a man who already has conquered much of the world. if he could get into people's minds, or encase those who disagree with him into a digital torment dimension... what would he do with it? we've already seen research on the phantom ruby... so to go from the phantom ruby, then ancients' tech... this is clearly a man interested in extreme power, yes, but also interdimensional conquest, or at least imprisoning people who fight against him in pocket dimensions, separate from reality, where they will never be able to escape and defeat him. (though obviously he started researching these things based on their connection to chaos and the chaos emeralds, but the comments he makes on the ancients' technology set off a lot of red flags for me.)

eggman is a man of many interests; he clearly has an affinity for living batteries and AI (all his robots tend to have a personality and the means for intellectual/emotional growth). but im seeing a trend recently of him being quite invested in extradimensional travel and conquest, too.

...this is rambly and quite long. hopefully you enjoy it, i've just got a lot of feelings about eggman

[heartbrake-hotel]

just hopping over to say i love ur take on the elvis discourse and u put it so eloquently + really (imo) balanced, super impressive to read from that historical perspective. For some reason i literally never put any of my analytical skills from my research degrees to actual good use about this kinda thing and i love this kind of dialogue popping up on my feed reminding me!! super fascinating to read too since i’m quite new to the reading about elvis as more of a historical figure too!!! anyway just wanted to say it’s fab + ur opinions are fab xxx

ahh babydoll !! what if i tell u you're the fab one 🥺💘 i'm soo glad to hear you liked it 💕 i was frantically scribbling it out on my phone at work so it's good to know it came out coherent 😅

i'll be honest the one thing about higher education i miss is writing research papers. and i totally agree; the shift from viewing and knowing about elvis as historical figure and icon via parody and caricature to elvis as a distinct individual anchored in a very specific cultural paradigm was a very sudden one for me (and thus far a very interesting one !)

he's just fun to learn about imho. even if i hadn't developed the emotional attachment, his life was a fascinating one, and the way his unique experience of fame impacted his psyche intrigues me deeply.

all that to say, i quite enjoy the research aspect, and im so glad to be able to share it with all of you !! 🤗

[jnnul]

I just finished reading your young justice nightwing sunghoon fic. It’s so good😲 How could you leave it on a cliffhanger like that?😔 But like you’re really good at creating tension all throughout the story🫢 I saw your fic a while ago and wanted to read it when more chapters were released. It’s genuinely so good. Especially for a young justice au where you’re creating your own storyline. It’s genuinely so captivating. I really looking forward to the story😲

AHH firstly thank u so much for reading it!! trsow is definitely a story that i've cherished so much and have put a lot of thought into (mostly for plot continuity) so i'm so SO honored that u have read it and enjoyed it thus far!!

the reason why i haven't updated it as of late (as well as part of the reason why i've been struggling with writing so much lately) is because i feel like i've been losing traction? and while i am well aware that viewership should not influence art (and i am SO thankful to the people who are reading my lesser known works) it is pretty disheartening to pour your soul into something, research heavily, create character profiles, etc. when it feels like no one is reading it?

and i am so so grateful for the people who are reading it and again, i know that even if i had no readers, i should enjoy my work for what it is, it's just feels like pouring your soul into the abyss, for no one to engage with it...

WHICH IS A LONG WINDED WAY of saying that i am just kinda struggling with motivation to write in general but I AM SO SO SO SO SO THANKFUL that you popped by to put this message bc it's readers who engage that make writers want to write :D i will definitely keep working to write it and i hope that i can update it whenever i find the motivation to write again!

[ickybby]

he certainly has a lot to get off his chest. though it's understandable; this might be the longest conversation they've had in a while. it makes her chest ache with the familiar heaviness of guilt and missing someone you care about. she feels as if she owes it to her sibling to hear him out after all the shit fawn's put him through, even if she dislikes some of the things she's hearing. it's the only reason fawn reaches for her joint and a lighter to spark up again instead of telling jonah to shut it. doe eyes blink upwards, a smile the only indication his insults affect her. though his harsh words don't have the traditional effect on fawn. figures, the girl... their family really, was anything but orthodox. fawn eyes him up and down, intrigued by the way his body reacts to his own arousal. it doesn't take long for her to figure out she enjoys the sound of jonah's voice when he's losing his composure. he starts rambling on about her poor taste in video games and fawn can't help the smug little smirk and the arch in her brow. "—news flash, i can enjoy terrible things. you can too, don't have to be so fucking pretentious about it either." fawn wasn't referencing shitty game design either. she knew her brother was more than intelligent enough to understand what was left unspoken in the silence. his eyes rake over her body, leaving her unsatisfied the longer they just stood there touching themselves instead of each other. the aberrant territory they had ventured into thus far was no longer mysterious enough to satisfy fawn's perverse curiosity. putting on the kind of show that drove her brother to touch himself while disparaging her left her cunt creamy and her head far too clouded to leave room for good judgment, something that had little to do with the weed in her system.

"what i'm hearing, is that it's too late to stop, huh— ahh!" his finger sweeps across the translucent fabric sticking to her bare skin, starling her into involuntarily bucking her hips as her cunt violently tightens around nothing. "fuck, jonah!" her whines are breathy, almost unsure if the events unfolding before her are anchored in reality. "—i could take cock," there's that immature pout, her stubbornness a trait she always carried with her. "i choose not to. the guys at school are fucking stupid. have you ever even fucked anyone? don't talk shit. i feel like virgin pussy would HUMBLE you."

"i'm not . . i'm not mean, i'm stating facts here fawn. tell me you're not slutting yourself out to random people on the internet and i'll take back everything i said. but right now you're in a fucking cow print bikini and using a vibrator to get off. it's not exactly waiting tables at a diner or working in an office." he cares for fawn ( maybe a little too much, he's beginning to realise ) and not knowing this side of her hits different, hits him right in the damn heart ; when had she decided to start keeping secrets from him? putting up a wall after everything they've been through?

standing in her room and watching her put that toy to her clothed cunt makes his blood rush south, trousers so tight he can barely think about anything but how constricting they are. girls have never done this for him, shown off their bodies and moaned the way fawn does now. they never pay him much attention at all, honestly. "filthy fuckin' girl, huh? you getting off on me watching you do that to yourself?" he could convince himself it was all down to the toy, the vibrations making her body roll and writhe, but was that completely true? his sister was staring right at him, the exact moment those moans left her lips her dark hues were gazing up to him. so close to her he can count the freckles that dot her face, hidden slightly beneath the makeup she had decided to wear for her little show. the low hum of the toy hits his ears too, his hand palming his growing cock as they engage in a silent conversation — an acknowledgement that both of them are touching themselves, both of them are continuing when they really shouldn't be. sweat begins to dot his temples as his tongue sweeps out across his suddenly dry bottom lip, the smallest of groans slipping free. "yeah but i'm not the one whoring myself out while playing some dumb fucking game online which for the record, is shit and you know it. the level design sucks and . . . and it's shit." he's flustered now, her calling him out as his blood pressure rising, that cruelness begging to come out to protect himself, to deny deny deny. but he won't. he can't.

"i bet you were, but you weren't looking at any of those randos when you stuck that toy back inside your bikini. but you were looking at me, you were moaning at me fawn." when she eases her legs up and spreads them out jonah shamelessly takes her in, tiny bikini just barely keeping her cunt hidden from his leer. "you've already shown me what a nasty slut you really are, so why bother stopping now, right?" a finger reaches between her open legs, tracing a line right down the middle of her clothed pussy, feeling how wet his sister already is. "bet you wish you had a cock filling that virgin cunt, don't you? not some stupid vibrator that only hits your clit. or maybe you can't handle it, a real dick stretching you out and making you cry."

[kawsofhobi]

First Love

|| Pairing: reader x Yoongi ||

|| Genre: Fluff // Pianist!Yoongi ||

|| Word count: 3,082 ||

[A/N]: Yay, we have introductions to more characters! Nothing much to say besides Yoongi’s a softie. I didn’t proofread this, I apologize for any mistakes. I hope you enjoy!

Part 1 || Part 2 ||

Moodboards for this series: x || x

The snow fell without showing a single sign of stopping anytime soon. The warmth of your chai tea latte going down your throat sent a shiver rolling down your spine. You’d gone through your history notes multiple times, occupying your thoughts with something other than Yoongi. You couldn’t help it, however. Over the course of a few weeks, you two had gotten closer with every conversation shared over coffee. As midterms approached, you often only had time to go to the shop at night, Yoongi typically wrapping up his composing, and calling it a night. Every time he passed by, he would give a small wave and a smile.

Tonight, however, was different. You entered the coffee shop to find Yoongi was nowhere to be seen, considering it was a Thursday evening. After taking your usual spot, you began your studies, devoting your attention to it as best you could. A few moments in, the little bell on the door chimed, a man with a decent sized case coming in, and going to the front of the shop. It wasn’t until then that you noticed the stool in front of the piano, the man resting his case down, and opening it to reveal a saxophone. Sitting on the stool, he places the reed in his mouth, getting comfortable before letting the reed take its place in the mouthpiece.

The man begins playing a sweet melody, one that accompanied the soft jazz that originally played through the coffee shop. You admired the way the woodwind sounded, having always enjoyed the smoothness of its notes. Your attention is pulled from the performance, however, as the bell from the door chimes once more, your eyes widening as Yoongi walks in. He smiles when he sees the man at the front, the saxophone player sending him a wink, continuing with his melody that flowed with the music of the shop.

Once he finishes, Yoongi walks up to him, saying something that has the man chuckle. Yoongi goes to the piano, the saxophonist looking back at him as if waiting for Yoongi to begin playing, which he was. As soon as Yoongi gave a gentle nod of his head, the saxophonist turned back to the front, blowing into the woodwind, and letting his fingers press over the brass keys. Yoongi begins playing the piano, the two instruments melding beautifully. Propping your head in your hand, you enjoy the songs they play, completely forgetting about studying for your upcoming exams.

The performance ends and the soft applause begins, the saxophonist smiling bright while Yoongi blushed. It was a common action for him: getting shy when commended on his talent. The two musicians walk to the counter, the saxophonist giving Jungkook a hug. “You’ve gotten better,” Jungkook compliments and the man chuckles, “usual for you, hyung?” He looks over to Yoongi who nods, ruffling the saxophonist’s hair before looking around the shop. His eyes land on you, a smile etching across his face.

Yoongi strides over to you, “I was hoping I’d get the chance to see you.”

“I thought you only came on certain days,” you point out and he chuckles.

“You’re right about that, but I came tonight because he begged me to,” Yoongi nods in the direction of the saxophonist who was conversing with Jungkook as he extracted espresso. “Had it not been for him asking for an accompaniment, I would’ve been songwriting,” Yoongi sits across from you, tapping the top of your laptop, “what are you working on? I feel like I never see you anymore.”

“Because you don’t,” you confirm and he gives a sad smile, “just reviewing for midterms, nothing magical like songwriting.”

“The only thing magical about songwriting is actually getting melodies after working for hours,” he sighs, tapping his fingers to his cheek as he rests his chin in his palm, “then there’s lyrics and checking that everything flows smoothly. A lot of frustration goes into it.”

“But the result is magical~,” you say dreamily, earning another chuckle from him.

“Indeed, it is.”

“Is this who you were talking about?” A deep voice asks, pulling your attention away from Yoongi. Yoongi shoots him a glare, the saxophonist ignoring it as he begins, “I’m Taehyung, Yoongi’s best friend.”

“He’s not my best friend,” Yoongi mumbles and Taehyung pouts.

“Meanie!” Taehyung looks back to you, “I am one of his best friends.”

“There you go,” Yoongi nods.

“Nice to meet you, Taehyung,” you give a kind smile and he returns it wholeheartedly, “are you sitting with us? Should we move to a larger booth?”

“Oh, thank you, but I’m actually going to bother Jungkook a bit,” you snort at his sentence.

“He is pretty fun to pester,” you admit and Taehyung laughs.

“I like you already!”

“Taehyung, your drink is ready,” Jungkook calls, Taehyung practically skipping over to the counter. Jungkook walks over to the booth, setting down Yoongi’s caramel macchiato, “here you are. Can I get you anything?” Jungkook asks sweetly, but you shake your head. He gives a nod and a soft smile before going back to the counter, taking a damp cloth and wiping off the granite top.

“How have exams been?” Yoongi takes a sip of his coffee, a bit of foam covering his top lip which he swipes away with his tongue.

“As good as they can get,” you both snort at that, Yoongi taking another sip of his macchiato. “You know,” you begin, “I would’ve expected you to like americanos, not something super sweet.”

“Depends on my mood,” he shrugs.

“You’re always in a sugar sweet mood then,” he smiles.

“Perhaps. Have you been here long?”

“Couple hours. Jungkook keeps giving me lattes so I’ve stuck around for quite a bit.”

Yoongi closes your laptop, “want to go somewhere after this?”

“Where and why?” You raise a brow and his jaw drops.

“You say that like we just met five minutes ago! You suddenly don’t trust me?”

“You’re randomly asking me somewhere, I’m suspicious,” you narrow your eyes and he rolls his own.

“I wanted to take you to the studio to listen to something I’ve been working on with a friend of mine,” he explains grumpily, “do you want to go or not?”

“Someone’s in a bad mood,” you tease and he downs his coffee.

“I’m leaving,” he mumbles as he stands and you can’t help but to laugh. The smile that pulls at his lips tells you he’s only joking, Yoongi pointing to your things on the table, “when I come back, everything better be put away so we can leave.”

“Yes, Mr. Min,” you say exaggeratedly, packing away your things as he conversed with Jungkook. Upon his return, he extends a to-go cup to you, “what’s this?”

“Chai tea latte,” Yoongi answers and you look over to Jungkook.

“Kookie, I said I was done,” you call to the tall boy who was wiping tables.

“Hyung said you wanted another,” he replies innocently, whining when Taehyung snatches the spray bottle from him as he reaches for it, “Tae! I need that!”

Turning back to Yoongi, he rubs his nape, looking anywhere but you, “it’s a bit of a walk and I figured you’d get cold.” He turns on his heel, walking to the door. You smile, throw your bag over your shoulder, and follow him out the door.

••••••

“Still can’t believe you have two locks on your door. What’s so precious you have to lock it up so tight?” Yoongi snorts at your comment, pushing the door aside to let you enter first.

“Don’t touch anything,” he says in a low tone and your head snaps to look at him, “I'm kidding.”

“Honestly, after seeing the two locks, I wouldn't be surprised,” he ruffles your hair, your hand quickly fixing it only for him to repeat the action. “What'd you want to show me?” Yoongi gestures to a chair at his desk, pulling up another for himself.

He turns on his computer, opening a file, and pressing play. You immediately recognize the notes.

First love.

The song that held so much emotion was playing through the speakers, a thickness settling through the studio. His hand moves to press pause, but you grab it quickly, wanting the song to continue. Yoongi’s voice rings through the room as the song progresses, telling the story of his first love. Listening intently to each lyric, you acknowledged his love was the piano from a young age. With the added lyrics, the song seemed even more emotional, your hand still over Yoongi’s. You hold his hand a little tighter, his fingers twitching before he lets his thumb lay lightly over your middle and ring finger.

“I thought I liked it before, but this…this is amazing,” you breathed out as the song ended, Yoongi smiling gently.

“I actually clicked the wrong file,” he admits, “the one I'm working on right now is different.”

Your hand slips away from Yoongi’s, grabbing your cup of tea instead. He puts his hand over the mouse, clicking the proper file before leaning back as it begins. You nod your head to the beat, the two rappers before him emitting confidence in their lyrics, their voices different yet flowing together nicely. A smile finds its way to your face as Yoongi’s part begins, his eyes stealing glances at you. “So, my pianist is also a rapper? What other talents do you possess?” You nudge him playfully, Yoongi covering his face.

“Please,” his pleading voice is muffled behind his hands, a laugh leaving you.

“It’s really good, Yoongi,” you compliment and he hums, still hiding his face. “Your friends are good, too,” he nods at the mention of them.

“Yeah, they are. I’m surprised they’re not banging on my door tonight,” as if on cue, a knock at the door sounds through the studio.

“Hyung~,” someone sings, “open up~,” you stare at Yoongi, the pianist remaining still in his chair, face hidden. You laugh quietly when Yoongi shows no sign of moving, his hand going to cover your mouth to muffle your giggles while the other stays at his face. “I know you’re in there,” the person grumbles, “stop ignoring me.” Yoongi refuses to answer, staying so quiet you weren’t even sure if he was breathing. After a few moments, you hear the quiet beeps of the lock on door, the person pushing the buttons quickly. The door swings open, two boys entering. “Good thing I had Joon here to open the door,” the first boy sings, a bright, heart-shaped smile on his face, “such an angel, isn’t he?”

“I was threatened into opening that door,” the taller boy mumbles and the first boy laughs, waving his hand to dismiss the taller.

“Heard you listening to the track and decided to stop by.”

“And this,” Yoongi points to the two boys, “is why I have two locks on my door.”

You snort as you giggle, the two boys looking at you with curiosity. “Is this who Tae was talking about?” The boy who was radiant as the sun nods down at you, Yoongi shaking his head.

“Tae just can’t keep his mouth shut,” Yoongi sighs, “but yes.”

“You make him really happy from what Taehyung says,” the boy smiles and Yoongi sighs once more, his cheeks flushing a deep red. “I’m Hoseok, Yoongi’s bestest friend!” The boy named Hoseok sings happily.

“You’re not, but okay,” Yoongi mumbles and Hoseok frowns.

“I’m Namjoon,” the taller boy introduces, Yoongi pointing to him.

“That’s my closest friend,” Namjoon smiles, you doing the same as you gaze at Yoongi. Hoseok grumbles a few remarks to Yoongi, the pianist paying him no mind as he clicks out of the file and shuts down his computer.

“You’re heading back already?” Namjoon asks.

“I wasn’t intending on working with a crowd,” Yoongi tells him, “plus, it’s getting late and someone has exams to take.”

Hoseok and Namjoon look down at you. You give a smile and a wave, Hoseok chuckling as Namjoon nods. “I think it’d be nice for you to have at least one person with you. You know how you get,” Namjoon suggests and Yoongi brushes off his worry, but Namjoon persists, “seriously, hyung. I don’t want something like last time happening.”

“He’s right,” Hoseok shrugs in agreement, “perhaps someone you actually like could stay with you.” Hoseok points to you.

“Exams, remember?” Yoongi repeats.

“I don’t have one tomorrow,” you speak up, “I can stay...only if you want, of course.”

“Then it’s settled!” Hoseok chirps, taking Namjoon’s hand and pulling him out of the studio, “don’t work past midnight. Hyung, you better be home by then!” They close the door before he can protest, your friend sighing deeply.

Yoongi slumps into his chair, closing his eyes. “...I can go if you want me to,” you say quietly, his eyes fluttering open. “I understand if you want privacy while you work. Plus, I’m sure I’ll distract you with compliments for each song,” you chuckle faintly, moving to stand, but he takes ahold of your hand.

“You know I enjoy your company,” his voice is soft as if he was concerned that Hoseok and Namjoon would hear through the cracks of the wall.

“Yeah, at the coffee shop,” you joke, earning a breathy chortle from him.

“Stay...I want you to,” he confesses, “I won’t leave on time if you go…”

“What time do you usually leave?”

“I often don’t,” he whispers, “I think the longest I’ve been in here is three days. It probably would’ve been longer had Hoseok not yelled at me and dragged me home.”

“Yoongi,” you frown and he gives an exhausted smile.

“I know, I know.”

Your hand pulls on his, bringing him into an embrace. His eyes fall shut as his head buries into your stomach, his arms eventually wrapping around your waist. “You have to take better care of yourself. You’ll burn yourself out if you constantly run yourself into the ground with work. I understand wanting to get things done, but you can’t keep doing that to yourself. You need to eat, rest, and not stay cooped up in here for days on end,” he nods and you can only sigh, feeling like you’re talking to a brick wall.

“I’m listening,” he mumbles into your stomach, “I’ll do better.”

“Why do I feel like you say that to Hoseok and Namjoon, but keep repeating your actions?”

“Because you know me and that I often do whatever I want,” he chuckles and you flick his forehead, “I’ll do better from now on.”

“Promise?”

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

“Yoongi!” You push him off and he laughs tiredly.

“Okay, okay, I promise!” He raises his hands in surrender, going back to nuzzling his face in your stomach and holding you close.

“You’re such a—”

“—I know,” he takes a deep breath, repeating softly, “I know.”

••••••

From that day on, Yoongi came to the coffee shop everyday, though still only playing on his arranged days. The days he wasn’t playing, he’d have a cup of coffee as you studied before he’d bring you to the studio with him to listen to what he’d been working on. He said that he valued your opinion, which was shocking considering you liked everything he produced, your answer never changing. On the days where Hoseok and Namjoon joined the two of you, the you and Hoseok were often too busy playing to pay attention to Namjoon and Yoongi, though the two didn’t seem to mind. Hoseok and Namjoon commended Yoongi on his recent compositions, Yoongi always glancing in your direction to give a slight smile, his eyes showing their thanks for having you listen to his work.

Occasionally, one person in particular would pass by the studio.

The ever so bright and happy, Taehyung.

Yoongi was always exhausted when Taehyung arrived, the older becoming quite short with the younger who pestered him much like he did Jungkook. Yoongi always swore that he wouldn’t let Taehyung in the next time he came to his studio, but everyone knew he was too soft to do such a thing.

He was especially sweet whenever Jungkook visited. The young barista enjoyed sitting by his older friend as he played piano, occasionally accompanying him for a duet. It was a pleasant sight to see: the two of them immersed into the notes the piano sang, Jungkook smiling brightly and giggling if their hands brushed against one another. Truly, the best part was the younger resting his head against Yoongi’s shoulder after asking for Yoongi to play a particular song. The song was always the same, Jungkook always leaning against Yoongi as he played the melody. It felt reminiscent, the two sharing a sentiment upon hearing the notes.

“Yoongi,” you asked after he concluded his session, “what’s that song Jungkook always asks you to play?”

Yoongi stutters in his movements to grab his bag, before answering, “something I wrote a while back.”

“Does it have a title?”

“Nope,” he responds.

“What inspired you?”

“The person who I always play it for,” the response takes you by surprise, Yoongi turning to look down at you where you sat. “You ready to go?” He asked, “I’m hungry.” You only nod, the song replaying in your head over and over.

“Why’d you write it?” You asked as Yoongi took you home after dinner, the pianist wrinkling his nose in confusion.

“Why’d I write what?”

“The song for Jungkook,” you clarify and Yoongi chuckles.

“I don’t know,” he shrugs and you frown.

“You’re going to make me figure it out like you did with first love, aren’t you?”

“There’s no lyrics to help you uncover the mystery this time, Sherlock Holmes,” he teases, “why don’t you believe I just wrote it for the hell of it?”

“Because there had to be at least one thing that persuaded you to.”

He hums, shaking his head, “I’m not so sure about that.”

“I hate you.”

He smiles bright, “why? I’ve done nothing wrong.”

“You’re so frustrating when it comes to knowing about your music.”

Yoongi pulls you into a hug, your arms still at your side, “I wrote it based off who he is and how he makes me feel. I played it for him one day without telling him the meaning behind it. Whenever he asks, he says “play the one you did when it was raining.” He still doesn’t know that it’s about him.”

“Will you ever tell him?”

“Some things are better left untold,” you look up at him, a small glint in his eyes.

“You intrigue me,” he smiles, your head tucking back into his neck as you finally return his embrace.

[12romy]

Ahh I love Arthur and Fabian together bxnwjywn is it too much to ask if you could write how they got together? 🙈

Eheh it's absolutely okay to ask, I really enjoy rarepairs x)

Thanks for the prompt, enjoy!

Arthur would probably have to thank his brother, at some point, because he was only getting this date with a hot guy because of him. Well. Date was a bit of a stretch. Arthur was meeting Fabian over a drink for a "strategy meeting" because their brothers were blind idiots.

Sebastian and Charles were obviously in love, so much that it was frankly embarassing to watch them danse around each other without making a move. And both Arthur and Fabian were tired of watching them, so they had decided to do something about it. Thus the strategy meeting that Arthur definitely had to stop calling a date in his head.

He still dressed as if it were a date, picking his best looking shirt and the tight jeans that made his ass look great. He hummed to himself a catchy tune as he tried to tame an unruly curl of hair and went as far as checking his supplies of condoms and lube before remembering again that no, it was still not a date.

He was ten minutes too early at the bar and would've be doomed to wait like an idiot if Fabian didn't show up barely a minute after him. He waved at him and the man approached with a smile.

"You're early," Fabian said.

"Didn't want to be late," Arthur replied with a charming smile. "Besides, you're early too."

"Guilty," Fabian winked and finally sat down. They both ordered a beer and Arthur was almost surprised with how well they were getting along. No weird silences or struggle to find a conversation subject. They started by talking about racing, but the discussion quickly evolved on their hobbies and much personal matters. Arthur was having the time of his life.

Not only did they get along, but he could also feel the way Fabian looked at him, sometimes, a hot gaze that made him think that maybe it was a date after all.

After three whole hours, Arthur realised they hadn't even talked about their idiot brothers yet.

"Well, I think you're much more interesting than them," Fabian replied when Arthur told him.

"Are you flirting with me?" Arthur joked, and realised it was very much not a joke when Fabian hooked his foot around his ankle, under the table.

"What if I am?" he asked, leaning over the table to murmur it to Arthur. Arthur blushed, clearly not prepared for this situation despite daydreaming about it.

"Well... I guess I was not being delusional when I hoped it would be a date," Arthur mumbled, embarrassed.

"You were not," Fabian smirked. "I was hoping the same."

"Wanna get out of here?" Arthur blurted out.

"What about our strategy to get Charles and Seb to realise they're in love?" Fabian teased.

"Ugh, too bad for them, they'll have to do without our help. I'm sure they'll figure it out," Arthur grinned. He got up, paid for their drinks, and grabbed Fabian's hand to pull him out of the bar.

He was very, very glad he checked his condom supplies before this.

Send prompts!!

[sugabeaniee]

Hi! Can i request a matchup for haikyuu? I’m 5’1, i have long curly blonde hair and blue eyes. My atheistic/ style is kind of between “y2k” or “skater girl” tho i mostly just wear sweatpants 😭. I would say that when your just getting to know me i can be kind of resevered or shy. I’m pretty good at starting and holding conversations. I also tend to be either very sarcastic and witty or just being goofy. Sometimes i can get pretty hyper and easily excited but i would say i’m good at reading the room and acting serious if needed. I'm not the best at being affectionate so i try to show it in other ways like buying them their favorite snacks or sending them picture of things that remind me of them. My love launage is words of affrimation and my personality type is Intj. I LOVE talking to people about there hobbies and interest. Some of my own hobbies are listening to music, skateboarding and drawing. I prefer staying home but if i do hangout with friends than somewhere like a roller rink or arcade. I wouldn’t really say i have a type and i try to get along with everyone but for sure someone who is like a best friend. I don’t mind quite people or overly talkative people either, i just enjoy company time. Ahh i’m so sorry this was so long and all over the place. Thank you sm <3

Ahhh I took too much time to think of this >.< hehe I’m really trying to match y’all up right so sorry if it takes a while! As much as it hurts to match my bb up with someone else I think you would match well with...

𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓪 𝓡𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓸

- ugh he’s so hot my LORD 

- I feel like both you and Suna would initially connect through similar hobbies. I could see you often going on skateboarding dates or just chilling and listening to music. I think the fact that you’re both on the quite side would bode well as I don’t think he’d take well to super loud people. 

- I headcanon Suna as someone with tons of wit and sarcasm, and thus I’d think you would have similar forms of humor. He’d definitely tease the heck out of you and love when you got a bit blushy or embarrassed. I think Suna would love when you’d snap back at him with a remark of your own.

- Suna would appreciate the fact that you weren’t too talkative or loud. I think he’s someone who would enjoy just sitting in silence, jamming to music and just basking in each other’s presence. He’d find you a place of solace after a long day of dealing with others and would love that he could just come home and not be bombarded with more energy. 

- I think you being an INTJ and him being an ISTP is important. Your relationship is one of growth and learning, which makes it that much more meaningful. He’d help you learn how to go with the flow and enjoy life more, where as you could teach him to be more organized and persistent. You both have qualities that are very inherently different, but have the potential to teach each other a new way of life. 

- I feel like you, Suna wouldn’t be the best at showing affection. He’d also show his affection through acts of service, but I don’t think he’d completely shut down the idea of being more proactive in stating his care through words of affirmation. I don’t think Suna would be the best at telling you how he feels at first, but that’s something you could definitely teach him and help him improve at. 

- Overall, I think this is a very balanced love, so long as both of you would work towards improvement. Your initial common hobbies would peak each others interest, but it would be the deep connection you two have that makes you both stay in the relationship. At the end of the day, relationships should make you better people, which would definitely happen here. 

𝓘 𝓦𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓑𝓮 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼- 𝓐𝓻𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓴𝓮𝔂𝓼

Suna would often spontaneously ask you to go for a ride on your skateboards. He loved just riding at night, letting the brisk wind hit against his face, nothing but the sound of your skateboards drifting across the concrete. It was moments like these where he really appreciated how serene and calm you made him feel. Around you he felt like he could finally breathe and not have to put up a facade of actually wanting to speak to others. 

Suna knew how you were ok with staying home and just spending time with him. He was often grateful for this because the world just drained his energy. But he wanted to do something special for you and take you out aside from skating. He had been meaning to take you out for a while, and he felt sort of guilty for being a bad partner. 

He dragged you out to a small pub where one of your favorite indie artists was playing a show. Suna got you both seated at a table in the corner. It was close enough to the stage to where you had a good view of the musicians, but far enough from the general commotion and bustle. He’d enjoy just watching your eyes light up as you watched your favorite musician play. Suna wasn’t particularly the biggest fan of this specific band, but seeing the way you were enjoying yourself made the outing worth while. 

[roguestarsailor]

thoughts on a court of mist and fury *spoilers*

***** lots of spoilers folks *****

- MY GIRL FEYRE IS READING!! SHES READING LIKE REGULARLY AND CASUALLY IM SO PROUD

- RHYSAND MY LOVE I TAKE BACK ALL THE BAD THINGS I SAID IN BOOK ONE AND YOU ARE A BABY THAT NEEDS TO BE LOVED AND PROTECTED AND DESERVE PEACE AND QUIET AND MORE LOVE

- tamlin needs therapy like pronto; we dont stan a unsupportive partner and partner who is unwilling to share pain!! CANCEL TAMLIN 2020

- rhys popping up during the wedding scene was *chef’s kiss* and i noticed that he didn’t “claim” her as he said he would for like three months after everything. i suspect he was being a good person and literally letting her live her life. also for loving someone, tamlin was super chill and just kind of let her go??? idk i thought there would be more of a fight??? when feyre was literally like why are your claws retracting man?? fight for me??? hello??? but then again rhys is definitely more powerful than tamlin and probs some unspoken laws and such between high lords i guess ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ anyways tamlin aint shit

- page 296-298! fucken shook me to my core. that self awareness, that confrontation, she identified the core of everything and it was such a turning point and im just so proud of her!!! She's recognizing her traumas and is healing!!!!!!!!!!

- yeah i immediately ship cassian and nesta; i hope she fucks shit up in the next book  😀 😀 😀 😀  

- maybe az and mor are truly the slowest of slow burns   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- i pictured pollution from good omens as how Amren is suppose to look like

- rhys is such a strong leader and im just -- baby deserves all the love. He's really good at plotting. He really made feyre learn all these things so they can nurture their love but also be a strategic advantage its interesting that even tho theres love there he still treats her like a weapon

- the joy in his rhys eyes when they winnowed into his regular ass town house that feels super lived in. and his friends banging on the door like he isn’t the feared night court high lord that he is. that was so refreshing to see that hes a regular person and not that high lord man who lives in a near empty mansion. he puts on a mask for everyone but he himself is just a regular fae.  

- reading about the peace that velaris was able to live through was beautiful. i imagined a city like san francisco with the hills and views of the ocean but kind of like the peace found in super small towns or cities in asia; maybe even some european cities (which is prob where this location is inspired by but i haven’t visited many euro cities). the scenes of ppl dining out, making art and music and just chilling is so lovely esp given our current pandemic. art is so treasured there and im like thats the epitome of a great society isn’t it? being able to do things because you just can without the pain of financial insecurity, civil unrest, etc. i definitely would love and die and for a society like that. its just so wonderful. i was filled w happiness while reading those scenes. :)

- rhys and his inner circle taking feyre out into the town and just being casual. nobody treats them like theyre royalty or anything special. theyre just a regular group of friends who enjoy hanging out. its super nice and nostalgia inducing esp during this pandemic when friends are so far away and not like it used to be.

- when rhys immediately saw how under weight and dead freye looked when she was in spring court -- AND IT WAS THE FIRST THING HE SAID TO HER WHEN HE SAW HER THROUGH THE DOOR WHILE TAMLIN DIDNT FUCKEN NOTICE

- i also take back my frustrations in book 1 when freye always wondering around the grounds in spring court esp during calanmai. i thought it was because the author needed to move the story forward but its just freye. she doesnt sit still and now that shes w rhys, we are seeing soooooo many things about prythian and thats beautiful. tamlin was truly a hinderance huh

- rhys sent her music when she was in the cell in Under The Mountain which was found in velaris. maybe he wasnt risking a lot but he just showed her a glimpse of the forbidden world right under aramantha’s nose holy shit he saved her from destruction!

- when rhys had his nightmare and feyre came to comfort him and kissed him on the cheeks and gave him such tenderness made my heart sing~

- rhys is literally opposite of tamlin is soooo many ways. RHYS DID THINGS OUT OF LOVE, WHILE TAMLIN DID THINGS FOR LOVE. everything from how rhys made sure feyre can grow into who she is meant to be, to how he introduces her to his friends and how he interacts w everyone in his court, how he handles pain, everything is so different than tamlin. tamlin feels pain and just bulldoze over things, doesn’t think about how his actions are hurting others even as he is hurting. he doesn’t talk, he doesn’t share, he doesn’t try to get himself or feyre out of this misery and just sees threats everywhere and hits them. he was also supper passive honestly. no doubt hes riddled w guilt and grief but can’t figure out how to handle it so he uses feyre as his crutch where if he can “save” her he will be free smh

- rhys PAYS feyre!! HE GAVE HER FINANCIAL INDEPENDENCE AND RESPECT FOR HER WORK!! THE INDEPENDENCE THAT TAMLIN DIDNT FUCKEN GIVE.

- THOSE NOTES THEY SEND TO EACH OTHER SINCE FREYE CAN READ AND WRITE NOW

- Ianthe was sus from the beginning!! i knew it!! although i did bet she was gonna sleep w tamlin on the side. But she's a lot worst so we don't like her either

- the throne room scene was steamy af this time its fine because there was ~consent~ and also because we see the dynamic and growth between the two and how they work together. this was great although I was kind of like pls get a room tho

- RHYS SMILING!!! FEYRE AND RHYS LAUGHING TOGETHER UGH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

- THEY ARE MATES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FEYRE AND RHYS FOUND EACH OTHER AND HAD SO MANY SHARED TRAUMAS AND WORKED IT OUT TOGETHER AND GREW TOGETHER AND LEARNED ABOUT EACH OTHERS QUIRKS AND ITS JUST LOVE IN ITS PUREST FORM UGH THAT SCENE WHERE RHYS WAS CRYING AND FEYRE HEATED UP FOOD FOR THE BABY AHH MY HEARTTTTT  MY WHOLE ENTIRE HEARTTTTTT IS BURSTING WITH LOVEEEEEE

- LUCIEN AND ELAINE HOLY FUCK WHAT A LEFT FIELDER i hope this is the push that will propel lucien to defy tamlin. going back to the contrast between how tamlin vs his court and rhys vs his court, rhys has a group of unwavering loyal friends and are treated equally esp letting them joke around so much and it feels like a casual group of friends hanging out. tamlin has just as much loyalty from lucien but theres still a power structure that tamlin maintains. luciens words doesn’t have much weight whereas rhys’s friends do. both tamlin and rhys have so much power and sway and similarity in traumas and tragedy but both execute things completely differently. tamlin only wants to upload what he is familiar with, maybe what he thinks his father wants whereas rhys actively tries to think of something better, to change the system regardless of how hard it is.

- tamlin you dumbass. He didn't learn from amarantha. He again let his pride fuck over a bunch of other ppl. He shat on amarantha and fucked over his court. Now he fucked the rest of prythian and human world by bargaining w the king. Smh goodbye tamlin

- I straight up knew the queens were bad!!! I knew they had to be plotting something. The sixth is "ill" my ass.

- LADY OF THE NIGHT COURT LETS GO FEYRE AND WOOWW WE STAN A MAN BREAKING TRADITIONS AND SUPPORTING EQUALITY

- when hybern was destroying velaris. I WAS GONNA THROW HANDS BRO. I'm glad we saw the extend of how powerful feyre could be and how she was clever and we can really see how she's completely different from before. She has bite and fight in her and it's so refreshing!

- how about we let az and cassian live in peace. Those boys had to deal w the blunt of literally everything. from being the only shield in valeris to poison/hurt wings against the king, just beat up all the time 🥺

- suriel is their version of a wikipedia

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I read all 600 damn pages in like 2.5 days and I was loving it the entire time! My heart sored when feyre and Rhys were getting close and starting to break down their walls and really connect. This was a truly good enemies to lovers, slow burn tale and the drama is so great. There were good stakes that changes a character and their behavior and a good balance of action and excitement but at the same time so many little moments that let u see the character and how they interact w each other and the world. a lot of big plot moments, slice of life moments, a bit of romance and comedy. overall, an amazing book but super long. thus far this is my favorite book and im hoping the rest of the books can be just as charming and lovely but not too heart breaking. i hope rhys and feyre makes it. i cannot predict what to expect in the other books in the series (isn’t there gonna be 8 books total???) 

[paperbagpetrichor]

Aaah I'm sorry, I'm not sure how far you're into jjba. Only if it's okay with you, would it be okay to request Josuke and a fem s/o hanging out outside until it starts to rain? btw your writing is amazing! 💜 😭

[ You’re all good!  I’m in the process of finishing DIU and love it ahh <3 Josuke is precious.  Thank you for requesting and being so kind and considerate!  I swear, I have the best anons, you’re all so sweet and caring and ohmygoodness??  I don’t deserve that love but I cherish it nonetheless ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ) ]

The bright sunlight of the day seemed a bit out of place.  Not to say Morioh wasn’t usually a nice place - quite the opposite, in fact.  Almost every day you awoke to rays of illumination filtering through your curtains, warming your sleep-ridden body as you stretched and grabbed your caffeinated drink of choice for the day, heading out for school and always someone winding up alert even when you hadn’t finished your coffee or tea.  Luminescence was enough of a wake-up call, and even if the warmth was enough to comfort you, it wasn’t exactly putting you to sleep any time soon.

Except for last week.

Of course, why wouldn’t last week have made you incredibly tired?  When did finals ever make someone feel rejuvenated?  Right, never.  After a draining period of nothing but homework atop assignments and projects atop tests, a full year’s load of work piled upon one final exam with questions ranging from day one to the night before scattered haphazardly throughout page after page of the assessment packets, bubbling answer after answer only to erase or curse yourself as graphite clung to the edge of your hand, painting the entire answer document an unpleasant swath of gray, you could barely drag your body to the park.  Not even the gorgeous morning could restore the liveliness to your eyes.

Not to say that nothing could, however, because as you yawned and closed your eyes for a moment you opened them at the exact moment your feet were lifted off the ground, strong arms embracing you in a tight hug and practically crushing your body between them, eliciting a smile and a laugh from the both of you as you returned his gesture of affection.  After awhile of peaceful silence laced itself between the two of you, still melded into one, you managed to tease, “You’re going to suffocate me, Josuke.”

He gave you a snort before setting you down, looking you over for the first time since you’d arrived.  So overwhelmed at seeing you again after almost three weeks of physical separation and only sparse phone calls here and there, with both of you preparing for exams, he’d hardly wasted a moment to take you in before hugging the life out of you just to feel you, to know you were really there, and that he was, too, beside you once again after what seemed like decades.  Bags had sprouted beneath your eyes, and your skin was paler than usual, but somehow you still managed a smile.  Your presence would always bring a grin to his face, and even in your stressed state you were just as beautiful as the day he’d met you.  He took your hand in his and guided you to one of the multitudes of park benches, sitting down beside you before shaking his head and blinking.  Still expecting you to disappear the moment he opened his eyes, much to his joy, he found you, still there, smiling up at him.  “You look like you could use a rest,” he thought aloud, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.  “I could’ve just dropped by your place, you didn’t have to come all the way here…”

“‘All the way here’ is two blocks,” you giggled, playfully flicking his pompadour.  If you were anyone else, he probably would’ve killed you on the spot.  But you weren’t ‘anyone else,’ you were [y/n] [l/n], the girl who somehow took the time out of her schedule to defend his most prized possession (besides you, of course): his hair.  You thought it was unique, to say the least.  It fit him.  Just the right amount of craziness coupled with the attempted calmness he tried to keep around you: practically his personality, physically manifested.  “Though I have to say that needing a rest is an understatement.  Feels like I could sleep for years.”

“I know the feeling,” he chuckled, resting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you to him, gently and wordlessly easing your head onto his chest for comfort, his body like a big, strong pillow against your fatigued body.  “But that’s what we’ve got break for.”  With a pause, he suddenly opened his mouth to speak once again the moment he saw the same action reflected across your face, both accompanied by a look of concern, albeit for different reasons.  “And before you even think about it, you did fine, [y/n].  I know you did.”  Much to his relief, he felt you relax, even if only slightly, against him, sighing away whatever feeble protests you had to offer.

You closed your eyes for a moment.  His faith in you was unshakable, and sometimes it felt like an excess of stupid stubbornness, but at that time you couldn’t have been more grateful for it.  If all that work had resulted in nothing...no, you couldn’t think like that.  Not when he was so sure of you.  Not when he cared enough to reassure you.  “Thank you.  Same goes for you.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” he replied with a small, muted snort.

Rolling your eyes, you tilted your head back to face him, taking his hand in yours and giving it a comforting squeeze.  “Oh, please,” you began, “I know you worked just as hard as anyone else.  I believe in you - I know you did fine, too.”

Ah, jeez.  What would he do without you?  As much as he tried to remain himself externally, if only as a reassurance to you, he was still a bit shaken from the weeks himself.  Finals would take a toll on anyone, he supposed, but he hadn’t really thought much of it until he’d gone through them himself.  He would be lying if he said he wasn’t the slightest bit nervous.  But your words were like honey, dripping with sentiment and coating him in confidence, and that statement - I believe in you - was enough to send his heart racing.  

“So, we both get some sleep, because we both need it -” Josuke’s eyes widened, since when were you telepathic? “- don’t even try to hide it, I know you too well.  Besides, I’d be more concerned if you weren’t tired.”  The two of you let out a soft laugh, sounding off a gentle melody of tranquility that you both needed more than you knew before you continued, “And then we start break.  Any plans yet?”

You felt him shrug against you.  “Nothing much, but I’ve got one thing I definitely want to do,” he replied nonchalantly.

“Which is?”

“Spend it all with you.”

You broke out into a mess of laughter.  “Oh my god, you’re so cheesy,” you managed between wheezes, taking the moment once you’d gotten enough air back into you to steal a kiss, sealing the deal.  “But I’ve gotta say, I love it.  And you.”

“Who’s the cheesy one now?” he chuckled, running a hand through your hair.  You stuck your tongue out like a young child after losing an argument, ultimately throwing your head back with defeat against his chest, allowing him to take the win for whatever it was worth.  It sounded lovely.  Really and truly, it did.  There wasn’t anything more you could’ve wanted to do during your break than catch up on all the time you’d missed with your boyfriend.

It honestly didn’t matter whatever the two of you did, as long as you were together.  A soft “It’s so good to see you again” escaped from your lips, but you didn’t try to hide it, leaning into him even more and savoring his touch.

He felt you surrender against him, and after he repeated the words back to you with equal truthfulness, he fell quiet, enjoying the serene blanket that had fallen atop the both of you after an insane week of work and woe.  It was exactly what the two of you needed.  Enjoying another’s company in silence was sometimes all it took, and thus it was precisely what the two of you did.  Every now and then you’d reposition yourself, taking his hand or giving him a gentle hug, and he’d offer the same, holding you closer and helping you both find the most pleasant positions, no longer two separate individuals but a unit of soft hearts and loving eyes. 

A few dark clouds had begun to roll in, but neither of you paid them much attention.  The darkening of the sky only let you unwind further, and as Josuke rested his head atop yours, the same was evident for him.  It wasn’t sleep, but it was something better, more calming: feeling one another against yourselves, worries fleeting with your touch and a steady lull hanging around you.  It didn’t take much more than a few minutes for that to change, however.  Just as you had begun to nod off in the comfort of your boyfriend’s arms, something cold and wet hit your forehead.

Your eyes snapped open just as Josuke brought you to your feet, the both of you realizing the sudden rainfall at the same time, stunned into stillness as the gentle pitter-patter began to turn into a torrential downpour.  With a start as you regained control of your body you reached in your purse for your umbrella.  You came up empty-handed.  “Ah, crap, I left my umbrella at home,” you muttered to yourself bitterly, only to feel something soft and warm being draped across your head and shoulders like a makeshift hoodie.  With a glance up you found Josuke, who had taken your hand in his and begun to guide you out to the exit of the park, confusion rising in your throat as you realized he wasn’t wearing his jacket - oh.  

So that’s what that was.  Despite it you felt yourself sink into its comfortable softness, pulling it down over you as best a makeshift shield against the torrents as you could, following his footsteps but nevertheless calling out, “Hey, you’re gonna catch a cold -”

“- ‘All the way here’ is two blocks,” he retorted, casting a glance over his shoulder and shooting you a smile with a wink that was enough to melt your heart regardless of your concern and begrudgingly letting him continue, “I’ll be fine.”

You kept pace with him, and sure enough, faster than you expected, the two of you found yourselves on your front porch as you frantically unlocked the door, practically shoving Josuke inside as you followed, shutting the door behind you and draining out the sloshing of the rain.  You were both breathless, but nevertheless, as you offered his coat back to him, you couldn’t help but smile.  “Well, that’s one way to start break.”

“Wouldn’t change it for the world.  Except, you know, the sudden torrential downpour part.”

[glassofgaytea]

Ok so I dont wanna spoil anything for ppl who r like me nd read your blog about the untamed a lot before watching it but ooooof I just finished a very long and emotional storyline (middle of episode 39 if u know you know, had to pause to write this and probably won't continue b4 having slept bc oooof) and dude its so good but so PAINFUL like the characters are so complex and my heart just broke for literally everyone involved its so conflicting but still so sad and idek I'm so happy you (1/2)

(2/2)you watched the show and thus made me watch it!! Its so so so good like this is by far not the first time I've cried and it's so entertaining with how well its done ahh I cant even speak English properly anymore bc its like 4.38am rn but i had to tell this to someone and you said I could so !!! Tysm!! For recommending this show and also for listening:]

oh anon.. ep 39 really does just twist that knife right round baby right round doesn’t it.

I’m so glad you’re loving it. and to see that you too are in the depths of 4am hell :) enjoy the crazy wild ride of the last 10 episodes. godspeed ✌🏻