#any potential reunions

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

*rolls up 15 years late with Avatar the Last Airbender thoughts*

So I've been rewatching clips from the show lately to refresh my memory while I'm writing my Zuko Alone fanfic. And last night I rewatched the clip where Iroh teaches Zuko how to redirect lightning and I have had thoughts about this scene for years so I might as well finally throw them into the void of tumblr.

So, this scene is insane to me, because at the end of learning how he could-hypothetically- redirect lightning, Zuko looks at Iroh and, completely seriously says "okay I'm ready to try it with the real thing now". Like, Zuko, the boy with a massive scar on his face from where his father burned him just looks at his uncle and says, "shoot me with lightning".

And yes, he's 16 and not thinking but that's part of the point because the amount of blind, complete trust Zuko has in Iroh to look at him and say "shoot lightning at me" after the insane trauma he had at the hands of his own father- that is WILD to me. Zuko literally trusts Iroh so much that he just assumes, without even having to think about it, that no matter how volatile and unpredictable the lightning is, Iroh won't hurt him because Zuko cannot fathom his uncle hurting him.

And of course, Iroh's appalled because Zuko's standing there with a massive scar on his face from when his father misused firebending against him and likewise, Iroh cannot fathom hurting Zuko. And since IROH knows how volatile and unpredictable lightning is and how it could literally kill his son nephew he is absolutely NOT going to use it just to let Zuko practice redirecting lightning, but he's so flabbergasted that Zuko would even ask him that that he just kind of splutters angrily that he will ABSOLUTELY NOT shoot lightning at Zuko. (it's also just another layer of how messed up Ozai is because he shot lightning at Zuko without a second thought later)

But I hope Iroh thought about it later and realized the amount of pure, unthinking trust Zuko has in him because ;-; the child didn't even THINK about it. "Okay uncle shoot lightning at me now. I know I'll be safe because it's you." I love them so much 😭😭

[eli-am-confused]

I’ve seen some people add Officer Bailey into the Jon Matteson character family tree as one of Richie’s uncles and I love it so much. But why stop there? If we really wanna joke about how big this family is why not add more Curt Mega characters into it?

Curt’s shopper from Black Friday? Yeah he’s one of Richie’s uncles and he and Gary talked about who was gonna get a Wiggly doll for which kid.

Eddie Chiplucky is a very distant relative from the south and he actually looks out for Daniel in the ring (shhh I don’t care if it’s accurate to the show we’re having fun here).

Hell even President Howard Goodman is distantly related to these people! I know because I saw pictures of him as a little kid in the huge family photo album Paul keeps on a random bookshelf in his living room.

Is Duke Keane related to them? Who knows! Definitely not him!

I’m just saying that like half of the adults in hatchetfeild are Richie’s (also Trever’s and Daniel’s) uncles and I love that for him (them).

[diddlesnap]

if you won't put your arms around me, your hands around my neck are fine

[practically-an-x-man]

THEY BRING TAI LUNG BACK JUST TO 'STEAL HIS KUNG FU'??? Excuse me???

[ghost-bard]

cant wait for the solevellan reunion in veilguard knowing aila (my poor sad oc) will try to kill him on sight

[laugtherhyena]

Actually i think this is a good time to let you guys know i never watched Sdra2 chapter 4 in full

[my-timing-is-digital]

send  👫  for  a  reunion  starter

After the conclusion of Clemens' debacle, and his and Guinan's subsequent departures, the android repositioned the transreceiver in his supposed prototypical device for the horseless carriages and settled himself at the desk, monitoring the instrument's workings deliberately. Assiduously, he observed the rhythmic oscillations of the metal indicator, which functioned in a similar fashion as an analogue seismograph. Thus far, his device had not measured any time shifts, and would not for the next 39 minutes...

A long-awaited, arrhythmic scratching sound instantaneously tore his attention to the contraption. Excitedly, the pen attached to the end of the indicator recorded the occurrence — the device finally measured the time shift he had been anticipating —, and based off of the particulars printed on the sheet of paper, he could accurately determine the epicentre of the spatial distortion. Data consulted a map of the town to confirm the location, and without a moment's hesitation, he leapt to his feet and vacated his room. He navigated himself down a flight of stairs with mathematical precision and hurried outside where he supplied the bellboy, Jack, with sufficient 19th century currency to have him procure a carriage, preferably drawn by two equines — to multiply the carriage's power.

The ever-efficient hotel employee immediately scurried off to the stables and returned within several minutes, gesturing gleefully at the wagon he had snatched from an agitated colleague. Prior to mounting the box, Data expressed his gratitude for his services and pressed an additional sum of money in the boy's hand. He had never rode on horseback, let alone piloted a vehicle that was pulled by two of them, but he had judged it advantageous to observe others operate this form of transportation, in case he would relay on its services in the foreseeable future — he was glad he had pursued that particular endeavour.

Data armed himself with the reins and managed to set the equines into motion, gently instructing the animals to accelerate. The terminal words of farewell that emanated from the bellboy were left behind in a cloud of dust...

The carriage careened through the streets, teetering uncomfortably toward his destination: the local hospital. And it was not until he was in close proximity of the aforementioned facility that his positronic subprocessors sensed the familiar hum of 24th century technology, or rather, the wavelengths of a tricorder that was broadcasting signals on all frequencies. While he narrowly circumvented a collision with another horse-drawn carriage, he inferred that the others must have successfully ferried themselves across the frontiers of time and were here to assist him.

When the carriage swept around a corner, the tricorder transmission started to grow stronger and more prominent; his conjecture was confirmed when he sighted the others filing out of the hospital, and he promptly surmised that the occurrence of the time shift might have been a joint effort between them and the two individuals with the ophidian. Unfortunately, he could not initiate his interrogation, for his friends appeared to have antagonised the local police force.

'Data!' Commander Riker's loud, sonorous voice lacerated through the air, alerting him, unnecessarily, of their presence.

The android pulled on the reins to render the equines stationary adjacent to the pavement, allowing his friends to embark the vehicle.

'Doctor,' Data said, his own voice extraordinarily tranquil. He extended his hand for to grab and join him on the box seat while the others clambered into the carriage. 'It is good to see you again.'

'Go, Data! Hurry!' Captain Picard ordered, an urgent accentuation vibrated in the words he had enunciated.

'Aye, sir,' he replied compliantly, providing the horses with the objective to proceed down the street, with the intention to escape the police and take temporary refuge in the countryside until the coast was clear and they were certain no reinforcements would be ambushing them upon their return...

[california-112]

Why is he so tortured

[rookamell]

We're missing the potential of a Dellamorte reunion after Rook gets taken to the Fade. It's been a week and a half, and Lucanis hasn't slept in three days. Lace is dead, Taash is perhaps the only person more catatonic than he is, Emmrich and Neve have come up with an insane plan to recreate Solas's dagger to give them a chance at ripping open the Fade to find Rook, and Davrin refuses to listen to any word that Rook might not be coming back, the only thing keeping Lucanis alive is Spite. So one night, Spite takes him to the only person other than Rook who can help.

It's not Neve, because Neve is busy with a case: getting Rook out of the Fade, so she and Emmrich are so consumed none of the others have been able to get them to even eat. No, it's not Neve, Lucanis finally collapses from exhaustion on Rook's sofa after being less than useless(or thats how he feels) to everyone for a week, and he wakes up with his hand on the knocker of Viago's door.

For a moment, he thinks about just jumping into one of the canals, but then he knocks, and Viago opens in his dressing gown.

"Lucanis?"

"I need to talk to Illario."

And Illario is grumbling about being woken up in the middle of the night, but then he sees his cousin, no his brother's face, and suddenly the last twenty years haven't happened. Suddenly they're kids again, and they've snuck into the villa kitchens after a particularly brutal training day with Caterina, and both of them are hurt and exhausted and hopeless but at least they have each other.

"Lucanis?"

"She's gone, Illario. I lost her. And I never told her I love her."

[sandflakedraws]

continuing thoughts from This Dream AU

re : why it might have taken the gang a while to find Bruce & Floyd

how about i erase just a little bit of the plot convenience from TBT

what if, bruce's postcard didn't survive unscathed, and they had to go off of john dory's foggy memory of the thing.

so like. they're stumbling their way through a bunch of could-be-heres before they hit on the correct one.

and what if, the Vacay Resort section was legit hard to find.

like, the entire island chain is still at Vacaytioner scale, right? so even if the search party's idea to eventually look there was right, it could still take a long time to navigate thru the tropical jungle on any individual island, let alone many of them.

.... aaaaand what if i drew way too much for a potential reunion anyways because i'm a sap

[a-hermit-pining]

LADS Men Role Reversal with Reader

AN: I love the idea of this. Works well with reader pov 🤌🏻🤌🏻 Also if anyone knows a top or gn reader blog for LADS please let me know (I do not own these characters)

Warning: Potential Spoilers. Be Mindful 👺

Pairing: Lads boys x gn reader

Genre: Role reversal & cannon divergence

Summary: What if places are switched. They are the bearer of Aether core and you are the past.

Rafayel:

You walk into the art museum, marveling at the strokes that lifetimes have failed to change. How is it that he still paints the same?

You are drawn to him as moths to flame.

In some divine way, despite being wrenched from your kingdom, fate is merciful to you. It always contrives a way for your path to cross his.

Your powers are long diminished, time is cruel like that. But the years spent in his world have given you enough leverage to hire him as a painter. To commission a portrait of yourself, just so you may have the mercy of watching him paint again.

This time, you wonder, will he, who has left you waiting for so long, remember you? Will he still remember how to love you?

You look at him, his furrowed brows, his pronounced pout, his dramatic tendency to flail and fall. He remains unchanged.

Xavier:

He is there before your eyes, as if conjured by the very moonlight itself.

One moment, you were slaying the Wandered. The next, you blinked to rest your eyes, and he was by your side, calling your name frantically, his hands steadying your shoulders.

You would have felt him, had you not been so tired. How could you not have known? Perhaps this is the last mercy the universe has to offer, to let you meet him for one final lifetime.

And so, it begins again.

The last dance of your last spring with him.

This lifetime will not see him sacrificed. None after this will either, because you will make sure of it.

Picking up your sword, you follow him, sidestepping his mumbled questions with ill-concealed fondness.

That last spring becomes the most beautiful of all the springs you have ever spent beside him.

Zayne:

In every reincarnation, you never quite know when the memories will return. But they always do. Lord Astra makes certain of it, allowing you the agony of foreknowledge.

It is the price you pay for leaving him. For choosing Zayne.

His presence comes at a steep cost.

But the grief of the past has never dampened the joy of another lifetime with him.

It has only made you foolishly stubborn, unyielding in your desire to defy his fate.

You meet him as a friend, a lover, a colleague in some lives. A riddling foreseer in others.

Yet, no matter how much time erodes the traces of your world, he remains untouched. In some twisted amusement, your Lord Astra ensures that Zayne always falls in love with you.

In every life, you cross paths. In every life, Zayne offers you his heart with the same sincerity. And you, despite the centuries of pain, accept it foolishly.

Because no matter the cost, you refuse to break his heart. All the foreknowledge in the world has failed to make you stop loving him.

Sylus:

Head of the Onichynus?

He seriously never stops surprising your ancient senses.

You grin at your mate as he guides you into the embellished mansion of his latest empire. Countless rebirths have failed to dull his chaos.

Somehow, they have also failed to make your heart any wiser.

So, you play your part, the spoiled aristocrat whisked- away to gather intel, watching him roll his eyes at your complaints.

Somewhere along the way, this endless cycle of separation and reunion has stopped aching. Instead, it hums beneath your skin, a yearning that lingers, waiting for him to remember.

He always remembers.

No matter what land you are born into, no matter what name you take, your mate always finds his way back to you.

You only have to wait. To play along with his games.

Who are you to complain, when he has so meticulously planned your first meeting?

Sometimes, even dragons play the part of a sheep.

Caleb:

You watch as he collapses in the academy lobby.

Your heart shudders at the sight of him, his gaunt face, his sunken eyes.

He has lost weight.

You caused this. Your death.

Every day, he wakes earlier than before. Every night, he loses more sleep. Working himself to the bone, chasing perfection, desperate to be the best among the aerospace cadets.

He still wears your dog tag pendant. The one he once gifted to you. It brings you some comfort.

You wish—oh, how you wish, to run to him. To hold him. To tell him you are alive.

To force him to rest. To forbid him from risky missions he volunteers for to progress faster into his role.

Yet, you cannot afford to. Not yet.

Someday, you will return to him. Stronger than you are now. You will make sure he never suffers again. Perhaps he doesn’t need you to do that, but you will no longer allow anyone to control both of your lives.

Not after how close you had come to losing him alongside your grandmother.

This time, you will keep him away from EVER’s claws.

Or rather, this time, you will be the one to hunt the monster that has haunted him for so long.

[illubean]

saiki k with a reader who’s like super sleepy and makes everyone around them sleepy too? may or may not be a physic up to you tho!

Saiki W/ a Sleepy!Psychic!Reader

Characters: Kusuo Saiki Type: mix of headcanons and sort of a oneshot??, Gn!Reader

saiki kusuOOOOOOO

Warnings: none

when you first transferred into his class he was confused as to why he couldn't read your thoughts

congrats, you're now categorized with bugs and nendo..

and he was even more confused that the minute you walked in, everyone started yawning and his eye's felt heavy

"We have a new transfer student today, class. Why don't you come on in and introduce yourself?" Saiki watched as you lazily trudged into the room, posture hunched with droopy, slow blinking eyelids. You let out a yawn and stretched as if you just got out of bed before stating your name.

Saiki's eyes narrowed at you while you walked towards your new seat, everyone else yawning as you passed them by. Lucky for him, you happened to sit directly behind him, and suddenly he finds it hard to keep his head upright.

after this he...stalks you pretty much

not because he's some weirdo pervert but because he needs to get to the bottom of what's going on! (doesn't make it any less creepy...)

he watches you from a safe distance, but you seem to be like every other average person at this school

For the past week you felt like you've been watched wherever you go. Around the halls at school, on your way to the vending machine, even during your walk home. No matter which way you looked, there was never anything out of the ordinary. You'd always heard of those weird stories about crazy stalkers, but you never thought it could happen to you of all people.

You were just an average student; doing nothing particularly interesting outside of academics or school clubs. Or so everyone thought. Save for Saiki. He knew there was something off about you, but he has yet to see you do anything odd. He was getting frustrated waiting for you to make any sort of move that would reveal you as a potential threat.

one day Saiki manages to corner you and lays the interrogation on thick

you're like super confused and that's when he realized he fucked up and revealed his powers to you

he makes you swear to not tell anyone and may or may not force you to meet his brother to get to the bottom of your weird sleepy powers

whether you just have a useless sleepy power or others you also don't know about is up to you

"Alright, spit it out. Who are you really and what are your intentions at this school?"

Your back was abruptly slammed into the wall as you rounded the corner, and you never expected to come face to face with your pink haired classmate this way. You've never heard him speak much, making him mysterious and even more intimidating in a situation like this.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me, everywhere you go you make everyone around you tired. Besides, I can't read your thoughts and I never know your next move. Who sent you? Dark reunion!?"

You stared at him blankly for a moment, blinking slowly as you process everything he just said to you.

"...dark reunion? Forget that, you can read people's minds!?"

Oh. Crap.

[cuppajj]

yknow while I don’t subscribe to golden cheese x burning spice, I think Spice having an unrequited, toxic crush on cheese is a fun and scary angle

(yap below, tw for possessive/obsessive themes)

Spice wouldn’t have taken her seriously before and during BY 5 and 6, seeing her as little more than a thief with squandered potential that he just wants to see changed. She’s not supposed to be weak, he’s supposed to be a legitimate adversary. He’s bored, and she’s supposed to excite him! It’s why he’s mad when she gets her ass handed to him, and why he’s elated when he learns she escaped her birdcage. That burning anticipation for a reunion continues throughout the story, with Spice hunting her down for their (what he assumes) final fight, not wanting to waste any more moments without her in his sight. Sure, he believes he’ll kill her then and there, and go on to destroy everything she holds dear. It’s par for the course for all the heroes he’s seen and slain. She’s more special, a little different, but the same. It’s even looking like that when he finally tracks down and battles her, seeing the lost queen desperate and hanging on by a thread.

But then she puts up a fight. She defies his expectations. She turns into something more powerful than he could ever fathom and Spice isn’t even mad, he’s not horrified, he’s ecstatic. The most ecstatic he’s likely ever been in centuries to millennia. Finally, finally, Spice has something new. After a long and tired quest to make his life more interesting, he has it. And then the temple collapses on him, and his new light disappears. It’s not the end of the road for him, though, no. He laughs under the rubble. It’s clear he’s not given up, and he wants to see her again. He will see her again. He must see her again.

Spice never stops thinking of the day Cheese came back from the edge of death and teased him with power that he’s desperate to get a taste of. He wanted her to be entertaining, and he almost doubted her, but she proved to be it and more. She surprised him. She amused him. She, just like his addiction to destruction, provided an avenue to cure his boredom. His imagination runs wild with ideas of what she could do and how she could entertain him, his bird, just like she did back then. He wants to lock her up again and watch her plow through his underlings again. He could play other dangerous games just to see how she’d do. And he wants another fight, he wants to see her on the edge, but then what? What other surprise could she give him? She could find a way for him, or else he’ll just force her to find a way for him. Maybe her new wings could be torn off too, and she’ll once again crawl and struggle until she rises up stronger than ever. Because she’s full of those surprises, isn’t she? They can do this forever. As immortals, they have all the time in the world for each other.

I like to think that Spice isn’t fully aware of his feelings for her, but he’s aware of how she makes him feel. The thought of her and her power makes his jam boil and chest flare with tingling heat. Remembering her limp in his clutch makes his dough tingle with fervor. Maybe he notices that his breath hitches in the smallest way when he thinks of how she’s somewhere out there, waiting for him. It’s something not even destruction could make him feel, no, the little bird is above that. She makes him feel this way and he likes it. He wants more. Spice wants to keep her, plain and simple. He had her in his grasp once, and she ran away with the promise of more. He wants more. He wants it. He wants her. And maybe, if he takes away everyone she’s ever known and loved, she’ll have no one but him. His little bird, his to entertain him forever.

Cheese is absolutely none the wiser to this, and she’ll be in for a hell of a ride when their paths cross once more.

[lisasmuts]

REUNION | pt 1. Delicious Dinner.

Lisa Manoban x male reader x her friends

4.5k words

(Back together with my Favorites.)

A/N - so this is my new series I hope you all like it, i really hope for you guys to like it, and i'll wait for your responses to this new series. The reader will be cuckhold tho in this series. I really hope you all like it. Please also ignore some repetitive lines.

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After a long, passionate day of intimacy throughout the office, Lisa and you finally make it home, collapsing onto the couch together. Lisa straddles your lap, her eyes hooded with desire as she gazes down at you. Slowly, she begins to grind her hips, eliciting a low groan from you as she sheathes your throbbing length inside her slick heat.

“Ohh, y/n,”

Lisa moans, her voice dripping with need.

“I want you so badly...I need you to fill me up, over and over again.”

Her movements quicken, hips rolling and undulating as she rides you with fervent desperation. Sweat glistens on her flushed skin, and her breasts bounce with each frantic thrust. Lisa is utterly lost in the throes of ecstasy, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

Just as Lisa was riding you with wild abandon, the doorbell suddenly rang, snapping her out of her passionate haze. With flushed cheeks, she quickly disengaged from your lap and hurriedly slipped on a sheer robe. Straightening her appearance, she went to answer the door, revealing her childhood best friend, Suguru, standing on the other side.

Lisa greeted Suguru with a warm smile, though her eyes still held a hint of residual desire.

“Suguru! What a surprise. Please, come in.”

She ushered him inside, glancing back at you briefly before focusing her attention on her friend.

“I was just...working on some new music,”

she said, her tone slightly flustered.

“But I'm so glad you're here. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

Lisa's body language remained somewhat tense, as she tried to regain her composure after your heated encounter. The situation was now ripe with potential complications, as her childhood friend had unexpectedly arrived, interrupting the passionate moment between you and Lisa.

Lisa's face softened as Suguru apologized for the interruption.

“Oh, Suguru, don't be so silly!”

She said, reaching out to pull him into a warm embrace.

“I'm so glad you're here.’

Any lingering annoyance Lisa felt quickly melted away, replaced by the pure joy and affection she had for her dear childhood friend. She held him tightly, relishing the familiar comfort of his presence.

As Suguru embraces Lisa, his hand subtly yet intentionally gropes her pert ass through the thin, revealing robe she's wearing. Though Lisa doesn't outwardly react, inwardly her mind is racing with a whirlwind of lewd thoughts and desires.

“Mmm, Suguru, you naughty boy,”

Lisa muses to herself, her body tingling with arousal.

“I can't believe you'd be so bold, groping me like this right in front of Y/n. But deep down, I love it...I've always somewhere deep in my heart fantasized about you taking charge and using me.”

Her pulse quickens as a familiar warmth blossoms between her thighs. The memory of your thick cock filling her mere moments ago only fuels her growing lust. Part of her wants to push Suguru away, to remain faithful to her lover you. But an even stronger, more primal part of her craves the thrill of being used by her childhood best friend, indulging in his carnal desires.

“I wonder what you'd do to me if y/n wasn't here...”

she muses, biting her lip as her imagination runs wild.

“Would you bend me over right here and now, claiming my body as your own? Or perhaps you'd want to watch as y/n and I put on a show for you...”

Lisa's inner monologue is a tangled web of wanton need and conflicting emotions. But as Suguru's hands linger on her curves, one thing becomes clear - her self-control is rapidly slipping away

As Lisa engaged in casual conversation with Suguru, her outward demeanor remained calm and composed. However, her mind was racing with lewd thoughts, consumed by the prospect of having two men vying for her affection. She subtly leaned in closer to Suguru, hoping he would make another bold move.

Sure enough, Suguru’s hand once again slid down to grope Lisa’s ass through the thin fabric of her robe. This time, Lisa couldn’t suppress the shiver of pleasure that ran through her. Inwardly, she reveled in his touch, her body aching to be explored further.

“Yes, Suguru.”

She purred, mentally.

“Don’t be shy. I want you to touch me, to claim me as your own.”

Outwardly, Lisa maintained her composure, but her eyes gleamed with a sultry, inviting gaze. She reluctantly pulled away from the hug, only to move closer and press her body against Suguru’s, silently encouraging him to continue his advances.

Few moments later you all gathered around the dining table, Lisa intentionally sat next to Suguru, positioning herself across from you. While you prepared the dishes, Lisa leaned in close to Suguru and whispered, her voice low and sultry.

“Suguru, I want you to know that I’m y/n’s girlfriend. But tonight, I’m going to make an exception… just for you.”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she placed her hand on Suguru’s thigh, her touch feather-light yet charged with unspoken desire. Lisa was clearly enthralled by the prospect of having the attention of two men, her usual inhibitions cast aside in favor of indulging her carnal cravings.

“So don’t hold back, Suguru.”

She purred.

“I’m all yours for the taking.”

Suguru’s eyes gleamed with lust as he responded to Lisa’s invitation.

“Wonderful. I’m sure we’ll all have a delightful evening together.”

He placed his hand over Lisa’s, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Lisa smiled coyly, her heart racing with anticipation.

She glanced at you briefly, then turned her attention back to Suguru, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on his thigh under the table.

As you finished preparing the meal, the tension in the air was palpable. Lisa’s bold actions had set the stage for a night filled with forbidden temptations and carnal desires. The stage was set for an evening of unbridled passion and exploration of Lisa’s deepest, most salacious fantasies.

As you all finally started eating sitting around the dining table, Lisa’s outward demeanor remained calm and composed. However, under the cover of the table, her hand slowly crept up Suguru’s thigh, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on his thighs. Lisa’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she maintained a polite conversation, all the while secretly indulging her growing desire for Suguru.

Suguru’s breath hitched slightly at Lisa’s bold touch, but he played along seamlessly, engaging in the casual discussion. The air was thick with tension, as the two of them carried on their illicit activities right under your nose. Lisa’s caresses grew more daring, her fingertips inching ever closer to Suguru’s groin, fueled by the thrill of getting away with their secret tryst.

Though you remained oblivious to the lewd happenings under the table, Lisa’s mind was consumed by her lust-filled fantasies. She couldn’t wait to find a way to slip away with Suguru, to explore the forbidden pleasures that awaited them. For now, she would have to be content with these furtive touches, but her hunger for more was growing by the second.

A few moments later, Suguru asked for permission to invite his friends over, you readily agreed, much to Lisa’s surprise. She maintained a composed, innocent expression on the surface, but inwardly, she was filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Suguru texted his friends, Lisa’s heart raced with anticipation. She knew full well that his question was not directed at you, but rather a secret invitation for a forbidden tryst, a gangbang. Maintaining her innocent facade, Lisa squeezed Suguru’s thigh under the table, silently communicating her eager agreement.

“That sounds wonderful, Suguru!”

She purred, her voice low and sultry.

“I can’t wait to meet your friends.”

Her eyes gleamed with barely contained lust, betraying the wanton desires that simmered beneath her composed exterior. Lisa was thrilled at the prospect of indulging in such a salacious encounter, her body already tingling with anticipation.

As you remained oblivious to the scheming happening right under your nose, Lisa and Suguru exchanged furtive glances, their bodies practically humming with barely restrained excitement.

As you and Suguru continued your casual conversation over dinner, Lisa maintained a composed and innocent demeanor on the surface.

However, beneath the table, her true nature emerged. Her hand slid up Suguru’s thigh, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on his skin over his trousers. Lisa’s eyes gleamed with wanton desire, her body humming with barely restrained excitement.

“Mmm, Suguru,”

She purred inwardly.

“I can’t wait to have you and your friends ravish me. I’m going to be such a good little slut for you all.”

Her grip on his thigh tightened, her nails digging slightly as she imagined the depraved acts to come. Lisa’s mind was consumed with lewd thoughts, her inhibitions crumbling in the face of her insatiable lust. She was no longer the prim and proper idol – in this moment, she was a wanton, shameless harlot, eager to indulge her darkest desires.

As you remained oblivious to the illicit activities transpiring under the table, Lisa and Suguru exchanged heated glances, their bodies practically vibrating with anticipation.

Suguru’s hand slip up Lisa’s thigh, caressing her through the thin fabric of her robe, Lisa’s breath hitched slightly. Beneath the table, her own hand found it’s way to Suguru’s inner thigh, her fingers tracing patterns on his thighs.

“Mmmm, Suguru.”

Lisa purred inwardly, her eyes gleaming with wanton desire.

“Your touch is driving me wild. I want you to keep going, to explore every inch of me.”

Outwardly, Lisa maintained her composure, engaging in casual conversation as if nothing untoward was happening. But her body thrummed with barely restrained excitement, her core aching to be filled.

She subtly shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together in a futile attempt to quell the growing heat between her legs.

As Suguru’s caresses grew bolder, Lisa’s own hand slid higher, her fingertips brushing against his groin. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, her mind constantly consumed by the lewd possibilities that lay ahead.

As Lisa continued her secret caresses under the table, she turned to Suguru with a coy smile. Her voice was low and sultry as she asked,

“Suguru, would you and your friends care to join us for…dessert later?”

Her eyes gleamed with unspoken desire, making it clear that her invitation extended a simple after-dinner treat.

Suguru’ s gaze darkened with lust as he replied,

“Lisa, I thought you’d never ask. My friends and I would be more than happy to… indulge your dessert cravings.”

His hand squeezed her thigh suggestively, his meaning unmistakable. The two continued their furtive caresses, their bodies thrumming with anticipation for the depraved activities to come. All the while, you remained oblivious to the secret tryst unfolding right under your nose.

You and Suguru continued your casual conversation over the dinner table, Lisa maintained her composed, innocent demeanor. However, beneath the table, her nimble fingers at work. Discreetly, she had freed Suguru’s semi-erect cock from his trousers and placed her palm over it, eliciting a barely stifled hitch in his breath.

Leaning in towards Suguru a little,

“Shhhh, Suguru,”

Lisa purred seductively, her voice low and sultry.

“We wouldn’t want to draw any unwanted attention, now would we?”

Her eyes gleamed with wanton desire as she gently stroked his length, her touch feather-light yet utterly tantalizing.

Suguru struggled to maintain his composure, his body betraying the pleasure Lisa was coaxing from him. Under the guise of casual conversation, the two were engaged in a secret, forbidden tryst -a thrilling game of deception that only heightened their carnal cravings.

As your attention momentarily shifted to your phone, Lisa seized the opportunity to whisper another sultry instruction to Suguru.

“Be a good boy and keep quite for me, hmm? I have such delightful plans for you and your friends later.”

The air crackled with tension as the three of you continued your meal, unaware of the salacious activities unfolding beneath the table. Lisa’s lust-fueled machinations were in full swing, setting the stage for a night of unbridled passion and depraved indulgence.

Under the table, Lisa’s skilled fingers began to work Suguru’s semi-erect cock, eliciting a barely stifled moan in his breath. Suguru struggled to maintain his composure as he conversed with you, his words slightly stuttering.

“Oh, is everything alright, Suguru?”

Lisa asked with feigned concern, her voice dripping with sultry undertones that only he could detect.

“Perhaps I can help you…relax a bit later.”

Her eyes gleamed with wanton desire, making it clear that her offer of ‘Relaxation’ extended far beyond innocent intentions.

Suguru replied with a coy smile, his words carefully chosen to convey a hidden, lascivious meaning that only Lisa could understand.

“I appreciate your concern, Lily. I’m sure we can find a way to… unwind together later, if you’re willing.”

The tension in the air was getting more palpable as the three of you continued your meal, with Lisa’s skilled ministration driving Suguru to the brink of ecstasy beneath the table. You remained blissfully unaware of the salacious activities unfolding right under your nose, completely oblivious to the depraved plans Lisa and Suguru had in store.

As Lisa’s skilled fingers continued to work Suguru’s cock, she was surprised by the copious amount of pre-cum leaking from his tip. She couldn’t help but wonder inwardly,

“If he’s leaking this much pre-cum, just imagine how much he’ll burst all over me later.”

Teasingly, Lisa removed her hand from his throbbing member, her fingers now coated in Suguru’s slick, glistening pre-cum. Maintaining eye contact with him, she seductively brought her fingers to her lips, slowly licking and sucking every last drop.

Her tongue swirled and danced seductively, around her teeth and lips, savoring the salty, musky taste of her childhood friend’s essence.

Lisa’s sultry gaze burned with unbridled lust and desire as she relished Suguru’s pre cum. The knowledge that she was indulging in such a forbidden act, right under your unsuspecting nose, only heightened her arousal. She couldn’t wait to have Suguru and his friends ravish her in the most depraved ways imaginable. Her hunger for more was growing by the second.

As Lisa savored the taste of Suguru’s pre-cum, her own arousal spiked rapidly. She could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, the silky juices beginning to flow. Suguru, sensing her growing arousal and excitement, smoothly glided his hand up her inner thigh until his palm pressed against her damp, aching pussy.

Lisa let out a barely stifled gasp as Suguru’s touch sent jolts of pleasure through her body. Emboldened, Suguru dipped his fingers into her slick folds, gathering up her arousal. With his other hand he pick up the glass of juice and took a sip of it, then bringing his other hand’s finger to his lips, he mirrored Lisa’s earlier actions, slowly licking and sucking her tangy, feminine essence.

“Mmmm, this juice taste divine, Lisa.”

Suguru purred, his voice laced with unbridled lust. The two exchanged a heated gaze, their carnal desires plain to see – yet you remained blissfully unaware of the depraved acts unfolding beneath the table.

As the dinner continued, Lisa’s hand stealthily found its way back to Suguru’s lap under the table. Her fingers wrapped around his hardening cock, caressing it with slow, sensual strokes. She maintained a composed expression on the surface, engaging in casual conversation with you, while her skilled ministrations pleasured Suguru beneath the table.

Suguru’s breath hitched slightly as Lisa’s touch elicited waves of pleasure. Trying to keep his composure, he checked his phone and announced.

“Ah, it seems two of my friends won’t be able to make it after all. Only one will be joining us later.”

Upon hearing that only one of Suguru’s friends would be joining them, Lisa’s expression fell slightly, her hand pausing on Suguru’s hardening cock.

However, she quickly composed herself, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention from you.

As your attention momentarily diverted, Suguru seized the opportunity to lean in close to Lisa, whispering heatedly.

“Don’t be sad, my Lisa. Even if the others can’t make it, the one who’s coming is one hell of a guy. He’s going to fuck you so good, Lisa. He’s going to make you his little sex slave. And do you know what’s the most exciting thing? He used to be our childhood friend too.”

Suguru then guided Lisa’s hand, coaxing her to resume her slow, sensual strokes along his throbbing length.

“So don’t worry, Lisa. You’re going to get thoroughly used and ruined by him and his, big cock. You’re going to be a drooling, quivering mess when he’s done with you.”

Lisa’s eyes widened with a mix of trepidation and unbridled excitement at Suguru’s lewd promises.

The thought of being ravished by this mysterious yet known stranger filled her with a heady cocktail of fear and lust. As you remained oblivious to the depraved acts unfolding acts unfolding beneath the table, Lisa’s hand resumed its ministrations, her mind racing with the wanton possibilities that lay ahead.

As your attention briefly diverted, Lisa leaned in close to Suguru, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Mmm my my, Suguru, I had no idea you were hiding such an impressive cock from me. And all these deliciously lewd fantasies you’ve been keeping to yourself?”

She tsked playfully, her fingers tracing the outline of his hardness beneath the table.

Suguru’s eyes darkened with unbridled lust as he replied, his voice dripping with carnal desires.

“You have no idea, Lisa. I’ve been aching to ravish that perfect body of yours for so long. And now, with our friend joining us, we’re going to ruin you in the most delightful ways.”

He punctuated his words with a firm squeeze of her thigh, his intent unmistakable.

Lisa shivered with anticipation, her core throbbing with need. The thought of being used and abused by Suguru and his friend filled her with a heady mix of fear and wanton lust. Lisa’s hand resumed it’s slow, sensual strokes, her mind consumed by the depraved pleasure to come.

As the dinner to came to an end, Lisa gave Suguru’s cock a few final, hungry strokes before reluctantly withdrawing her hand. Suguru then turned to you with a coy smile.

“The dinner was simply amazing, wasn’t it? But you know, I’m still feeling a bit…unsatisfied.”

He cast a suggestive glance towards Lisa, his meaning clear.

Lisa returned Suguru’s look with a sultry gaze of her own.

“Well, My dear Suguru, I’m sure we can find a way to…satisfy your cravings.”

Her voice dripped with thinly veiled innuendo.

“What did you have in mind for dessert?”

The tension between the three of you was palpable, though you remained unknown of the lascivious subtext underlying their exchange. Lisa and Suguru were already mentally planning the depraved activities.

As Lisa sauntered towards the kitchen, her hips swaying alluringly in the thin, see-through robe, Suguru turned to you and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Say, y/n, did you notice how Lisa’s wearing that little robe? It’s practically see-through, don’t you think?”

Suguru asked, his voice laced with feigned annoyance.

You followed Suguru’s gaze, taking in the tantalizing sight of Lisa’s figure as she disappeared into the kitchen.

“Yeah, of course I know. She must be feeling a bit… adventurous today.”

You replied, unaware of the true meaning behind Suguru’s words.

Little did you know, Suguru’s question was laced with hidden intent. He was subtly probing to gauge your reaction, all the while anticipating the depraved activities that were about to unfold – activities that you would either stay remain blissfully oblivious to or stay aware.

As Lisa vanished from view, a wicked grin spread across Suguru’s face. He couldn’t wait to join her in the kitchen. The night was still young, and the promise of depravity hung thick in the air.

Suguru giving some false excuses to you hurried to the kitchen, he found Lisa bent over the counter, her pert ass poking out in a tantalizing invitation. As he approached, she turned around to face him, her expression coy and alluring.

“Well, hello there, Suguru darling.”

Lisa purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

“I was hoping you’d join me back here.”

She slowly ran her hands down the curves of her body, her fingers tracing the sheer fabric of her robe.

Suguru’s gaze darkened with unbridled lust as he drank in the sight of her.

“Lisa, you’re an absolute vision. I’ve been aching to get my hands on you.”

He stepped closer, his fingers grazing the soft skin of her thighs.

Lisa let out a soft, sultry laugh.

“Then what are you waiting for, darling?”

She hooked a finger into the neckline of her robe, slowly peeling it open to reveal the naked body of hers.

“I’m all yours for the night.”

Suguru needed no further invitation as he responded to Lisa’s invitation with a tight, rough yank, pulling her body flush against his. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, whispering lewd words into her ear.

“I’ve been dreaming of this, Lisa. Of having you in my arms, feeling every inch of your delectable body.”

His hands roamed her curves possessively.

Lisa trembled with excitement, her nimble fingers freeing his hardened length. She caressed his cock with feather-light touches, eliciting a low groan from Suguru. Unable to resist any longer, he spun her around and crashed his lips against hers in a hungry, passionate kiss.

Their hands explored, caressing and groping as their desire built to a fever pitch. Breaking the kiss, Lisa gazed up at Suguru with lust-filled eyes.

“Mmmm, you feel so good, Suguru. I can’t wait for you to have your way with me.”

The air crackled with unbridled lust as the two lovers indulged in their carnal cravings.

As Lisa hungrily kissed Suguru, her desperate hands stroked his hardened length. After a few sensual caresses, she gently guided his cock between her slick thighs, breaking the kiss to gaze at him seductively.

“When will your friend be joining us, Suguru?”

She purred, her voice dripping with lust.

Suguru let out a low groan as he thrust his hips, sliding his cock back and forth between Lisa’s thighs. His hands gripped her ass, kneading the supple flesh as he moved.

“Soon, my dear.”

He chuckled, his voice thick with desire.

“But for now, it’s just you and me.”

He couldn’t help but marvel at the feeling of Lisa’s dripping pussy cradling his throbbing shaft, the warm juices lubricating his every moment.

Lisa trembled with unbridled arousal, her core aching to be filled.

“Then let’s not waste a moment.”

She purred, grinding her hips to heighten their shared pleasure.

Suguru suddenly swept Lisa up into his strong arms, his hands firmly gripping her supple ass as he carried her out of the kitchen. Their lips met in hungry, passionate kiss as he moved them closer to the wall separating the living room.

Gently, Suguru set Lisa back on her feet, never breaking their heated embrace. He gazed down at her with unbridled lust, his voice dripping with carnal desire.

“Lisa, you have no idea how much I want you. Every inch of your body drives me wild me with need.”

His hands roamed her curves possessively.

“I’m going to take you right here, right now, and have my way with you until you’re a quivering, spent mess.”

Lisa trembled with excitement, her core throbbing with anticipation.

“Then what are you waiting for, Suguru??”

She purred seductively.

“I’m all yours, for the night.”

The two lovers fell into each other’s arms once more, their hands exploring, caressing, as they surrendered to their primal urges.

Lisa giggled and moaned sensually as Suguru’s hands roamed her body with unbridled hunger. His tongue traced slick path across her skin, lavishing extra attention on her sensitive nipples and throbbing pussy.

Crashing their lips together once more, he poured all his carnal desires into the searing kiss.

Breaking away, Suguru gazed down at Lisa, his voice thick with lust.

“But what about your boyfriend, Lisa? Shouldn’t we be thinking of him?”

Lisa shamelessly brushed off his concerns.

“Forget about him, Suguru. All I want is you and your cock and all the dark fantasies that you have for me, I want you to own me in the most depraved manners.”

She ground her hips against his, her arousal evident.

“I need you to indulge in our darkest desires, right here, right now.”

Lisa and Suguru’s passionate embrace intensified, their hands roaming each other’s bodies with unbridled hunger. Suguru couldn’t get enough of Lisa’s perfectly shaped ass, his fingers kneading and caressing her supple flesh. Meanwhile, Lisa’s nimble hands explored Suguru’s hardened length, stroking and caressing him with sensual delight.

The two lovers lost themselves in their carnal desires, their mouths meeting in a series of heated, desperate kisses. Gasps and soft moans escaped their lips as they indulge in the pleasure of each other’s touch. Lisa arched into Suguru’s embrace, reveling in the feeling of his strong hands on her body.

The world beyond their intimate moment faded away, leaving only their insatiable need for one another. Their love and lust intertwined, driving them deeper into the throes of ecstasy.

After a noticeable amount of time, you called out for Lisa, who had been gone for a quite a while. Upon hearing your voice, Lisa broke the passionate kiss with Suguru.

“Oh, my robe! Where is it?”

She asked Suguru, flustered.

Suguru chuckled,

“You took it off yourself in the kitchen, remember?”

They both giggled slightly at the memory.

Lisa hurried back into the kitchen, emerging moments later with the robe back. Spending another minute behind the wall with Suguru, she teased him seductively.

“I know you don’t like seeing me in this robe. You want me completely nude, don’t you?”

She punctuated her words with a lingering kiss before sauntering back to you, hips swaying innocently.

“Sorry, I got a bit distracted. What were you saying, darling?”

Lisa asked you sweetly, her expression coy and composed, betraying no hint of the lust-filled activities she had just been engaged in with Suguru.

A few moments later, Suguru emerged from behind the wall, standing beside her. Unnoticed by you, he began discreetly caressing Lisa’s ass through the thin fabric of her robe. Lisa bit back a pleasured moan, her composure barely maintained as Suguru’s hands roamed her ass.

“So, Lisa, how has your evening been?”

Suguru asked casually, his tone betraying no hint of his lascivious actions. All the while, his fingers continued to knead and caress Lisa’s supple flesh, driving her wild with barely contained desire.

Lisa’s cheeks flushed with a mix of arousal and the effort to appear unaffected. She leaned slightly into Suguru’s touch, reveling in the sensation even as she replied politely.

“It’s been wonderful, Suguru. I’m so glad you could join us tonight.”

The tension in the air was more palpable than ever, though you remained oblivious to the depraved activities unfolding before your eyes. Lisa and Suguru continued their illicit tryst, their bodies and mind consumed by the promise of carnal delights to come. They both later sat on the couch with you.

A few moments of flirting and teasing between all three of you later, the doorbell rang, both Lisa and Suguru immediately recognized it must be Suguru’s friend. Suguru rose from the couch, playfully slapping Lisa’s thighs.

“Time to get ready, my dear,”

He purred.

“You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

Lisa let out a needy moan, her body trembling with anticipation.

“More than you know, Suguru. I’m soo soo ready for him.”

With that, Suguru went to answer the door.

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to be continued......

a/n - what you guys think? who is this mysterious yet known friend?? what you think how is he? how will he treat lisa?? what fantasies he would be having?? lol there are many things I wanna ask but, I'll wait for your responses. Let's see what you guys speculate about him.

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Your Relationship Trope (Bucciarati’s Gang)

↳ Gender Neutral Reader. Takes place after the events of Part 5 in a everyone lives!AU.

A/n: It’s been a while! I had to take some time for personal matters, so sorry for my absence. I wrote something just a tad more breezy to help ease myself back into it; I really missed writing. I hope y’all enjoy!

Warning(s): None.

Giorno Giovanna

-> Love at First Sight

This deeply romantic, cheesy, guy.

Because of how much he prides himself on understanding, and by extension owning, his own thoughts and feelings- he could tell there was something drawing him to you the moment he met you. A gut feeling that he’d really care to know you better; one that he knows better than to ignore.

Good luck trying to hide anything from him yourself, either. He is as good at reading others as he is himself.

Therefore, if you felt immediately drawn to him as well, he’s going to notice. You might not say anything outright or maybe try to bury it deep down… but either way, he can tell.

Not that he minds your affections, of course. Giorno gets into this cheeky habit of dangling the concept of a potential relationship above your head. Just out of reach.

Yes, it’s in part because he wants to tease you. Seeing you grow flustered at his unapologetically forward flirtations… it never gets old.

But Giorno is also a very busy individual.

It’s difficult for him to plan meetups with you, being gone for days on end at times. Even up and leaving at the drop of a hat if the need arises. He takes his position seriously, and has been a rather involved Don since day one.

And Giorno is a sucker for the details, so he won’t make the final push to become official unless it’s the perfect moment.

Luckily for you, he’s a patient guy.

And as mentioned, he can read you like an open book. He knows you’re not looking at other men or women. Keenly aware you’re waiting for him to make some grand gesture.

Some guilt inevitably spawns whenever he gets extra busy, but your happiness at getting to see him again quickly puts those worries to rest for the time being.

All that in due time… after all, if it’s really true love, he is in no desire to rush.

That being said, the people in his inner circle would absolutely like him to rush. Who knows about his feelings for you? Everyone.

That’s not hyperbole, he’s fairly certain everyone around him can tell.

He will never shut up about you. In damn near any situation where it may be appropriate. Not in any situation that it would potentially reach your ears.

Mista himself has commented that he doesn’t know which he would prefer: Giorno before a relationship with you or during. Either way he’s ‘dealing with a lovesick fool.’

Giorno doesn’t care much, already knowing it’s something his closest friends ought to get used to. Confident in himself and what he picks up on.

After all, your smile says what his mind is already thinking.

Bruno Bucciarati

-> Reunited Childhood Friends

Bruno Bucciarati is a man that has stuck with the same haircut and pattern of clothing since he was twelve years old.

Of course he’s still not over you by the time of the inevitable reunion. Like Giorno, he’s definitely a ‘one love’ sort of man.

Getting contacted by you felt like a dream… but it also brought forth initial hesitation.

Due to the specific turn his life took, he had to leave a lot of things behind. Some more regrettable than others… and you were one of his biggest regrets for a long time.

Regardless, his heart won that day- as he agreed to meeting up with you faster than he would care to admit.

The excitement and build up to it after a date was set is a beast in of itself. The prospect of finally seeing you again after all these years fills his chest with a warmth he’s only ever associated with you.

His mind whirls, all his thoughts leading back to the hope that he’ll get to know the person you have matured into.

Your career, hobbies, how your family is doing, the path you’ve been walking down ever since he’d left its course far too long ago… and him praying there’s a distinct lack of a ring on your left hand.

Bruno’s glad to say that his hopes were well-placed. Upon seeing you again, you proved to be just as eager to know how he’s been doing all this time.

Your questions leave him feeling bittersweet; something he knew would happen.

How could he even begin to explain himself? Would he even want to? You deserve more than a short explanation or a lie. But he cannot and will not bring you into gang affairs either. And if he was honest…. where would he even begin?

“I committed murder to protect my father when I was twelve and ended up entangled in gang affairs. Sorry for not giving you a phone call.”

… it needs work, to put it lightly.

He’s not the type to succumb to fear but… it’s difficult not to stress over what you would think of him if he’s completely honest with you. It’s a testament to how deeply special you are to him; hardly ever getting this mentally worked up over anything outside his beloved team.

The push and pull of wanting to be honest with you- yet not wanting to risk putting a target on your back.

Whether it’s due to the years of separation or just the undeserved kindness you offer him, at some point, you admit to only thinking of those old days fondly.

Regardless of being quite startled with his sudden absence in your life, you couldn’t hold it against him. You knew of his parents divorce, and the last thing you had heard, was that Bruno’s father was in the hospital.

At first, he’s just resigns himself into being grateful you had it within yourself to forgive him.

But how can he hope to ignore… how lovely of a person you have grown up to be- inside and out. In the long run, it just doesn’t happen. His feelings truly snowballing for the first time in years.

Suddenly, he feels like a foolish child again. Only now, he must be doing something right because you could cause traffic to stop with the way you start to look at him.

There’s a warm nostalgia to you. Someone who knows him; truly knows him. Outside of his work and the contradictions he over for it for years.

And it gets to a point where Bruno resolves he must tell you how he feels. And by then, he won’t dally.

You’re back in his life again, and he’s sure as hell not leaving. Especially not without expressing his feelings.

Only took him short of nine years.

Leone Abbacchio

-> ‘We’re Just Coworkers’

He doesn’t necessarily meet people outside Passione, not one to go out of his way to seek companionship.

He has the team. He has Bucciarati. There isn’t much he wants, or feels like he can, ask for.

It’s because of this that you both are most likely to meet through the organization.

And there’s no doubt that Abbacchio is… apathetic to your position in the gang at first.

Now, he’s not as harsh on you as he was comparatively to Giorno. You’re not a fifteen year old with a savior complex and a tendency to act with a sort of righteous grandeur.

So, in short, you’re already doing great as far as he’s concerned.

Not that he warms up to you quickly; quite the opposite. Weeks will pass before he starts to slowly accept and involve you in any meaningful capacity. A guy like him just needs time to get used to someone so new to him… lots and lots of time.

Once that need has been met, he figures you’re alright.

Not bad company- in or out of Passione business. Far favorable to other people around him, as far as he’s concerned. He finds that you’re much better to converse with than Mista or Fugo.

It’s in his nature to compare a little bit, so when he starts seeing you from a fairer perspective… that’s when a quiet appreciation forms.

Alas, his heart is not as immovable as he likes believing it to be.

Over time, the two of you start to metaphorically lean on one another.

It starts off professionally enough, relying on one another in the heat of battle. Then, it gets to a more personal level- quieter conversations maintained between the two of you beneath the usual noise of the others interacting just a foot or two away.

Still, you two only work together. It’s professional. Without question. At least, that’s the case if Abbacchio or you are asked about it directly.

But the others are oh-so-quick-to-point-out that him letting you crash on his bed during particularly exhausting nights is not exactly platonic behavior. Nor is just how sucked into conversations the two of you get, or how much time you spend one-on-one.

And Abbacchio is nothing if not the type to do the exact opposite of what everyone says.

He’s going to deny it for months. Hell, years if you let him.

Never mind the fact the two of you already act like a couple. Getting ‘mistaken’ as one when going out, regardless if it’s just the two of you or not. Each time, you’re both insistent that you’re merely work friends.

It would be ten times more frustrating if there wasn’t any truth to it that neither of you are prepared to admit to.

It takes a healthy amount of whack cartoonish logic for things to finally fall into place. Being locked in a small room for twenty minutes, or possibly an accidental kiss to the lips… that sort of thing.

Guido Mista

-> Coffee Shop Regular

Mista likes the simple things in life, no doubt.

There’s many ways that fact manifests. One example is that he often wanders around the city in order to check out local businesses. Diners, secondhand stores, and little coffee shops. He knows the area well, and likes sparking up conversations with the people he comes across.

And a cute worker at one of his favorite coffee shops? Makes his day even better, he’d figure.

He was already a regular at your place of employment long before you were hired. Meaning, when he saw a new face behind the counter, he had to offer a hello with a relaxed smile on his face.

And to his credit, it was incredibly easy to like him.

The type of customer who’s always in a decent mood, not too impatient, and always knowing what he wanted to order long before walking in.

Sprinkle in a pleasant ‘hello’ or a lighthearted joke every now and then, and he starts to notice your face brightening every time he enters the shop.

He won’t argue against the idea it fills him with something far deeper than pride.

Beyond finding you initially attractive, he considers you a good worker. He cannot imagine being a barista is always easy, but he’d care to point out that you make it look easy. You know his order by memory after a while, and conversation with you comes naturally.

And soon, the workplace barrier is finally shattered. Happening so casually it was practically thoughtless.

One day, Mista walked into the store just when you were sent on a break. He greeted you as always, and offered to sit with you while you decompressed with a cup of coffee of your own.

That’s when he’d say that something a bit more concrete formed. More real, past the relationship of worker and patron.

And he grows unapologetically forward by then too.

He’s not the type to hit on you at work, but certainly not above blatantly asking for your number after he felt it may be appropriate to do so.

He finds it to be a casual and natural progression, something that is in his nature to embrace.

Like Giorno, though, he’ll drag out the time before asking you out just in order to tease you. He doesn’t automatically figure out that you might be into him, but he’ll get the hint by the time you two start calling one another regularly.

He’s not easily affected by the others teasing him over you, either. He openly admits that he’s into you, why get embarrassed?

Now, if someone makes a comment about it in front of you, then he’ll get flustered. An emotion expressed through frustration and defensiveness.

Regardless of that, it’s such a relaxed progression that at some point he thinks meeting you may have been fate. There’s a ton of coffee shops all around Naples, yet you chose to work at one of the small handful he regularly likes visiting.

If his life is predetermined, like he believes it is, then he’s grateful fate is on his side.

Pannacotta Fugo

-> Friends to Lovers

This man looks at someone with a view on love like Giorno and scoffs with distain.

The notion of ‘love at first sight’ is one that is only entertained by foolish and idealistic individuals, according to Fugo. Rolling his eyes, a scoff escaping his lips… he thinks that mindset is ridiculous and is unafraid to express it.

Hell, romantic relationships aren’t even on his radar in general.

He doesn’t look down on or think negatively of anyone in one, of course. But it’s hardly ever on his mind. Focused on Passione and the team he is proud to be a part of.

And that doesn’t change one bit upon meeting you.

As usual, such a thing doesn’t cross his mind once. The prospect of a potential new ally and friend is the only one he cares to ponder, even if you start off on the right foot. He’s a little distant, but polite and fair enough to give you a chance.

Good thing he did to, as far as hindsight is concerned.

A funny individual and someone who hardly ever makes him want to flip a table? He’s glad to call you his friend once a foundation of trust is established.

If he thinks about it, he’d have to admit to himself there’s something very earnest and warm about the relationship.

You’re a good conversationalist, he respects your intelligence, and even silence around you is comfortable.

More than that, you’re reliable. Stress doesn’t come quite as easy whenever you’re around. And when it does, you understand him. You know just what to say and how to say it. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try to express the same kindness.

He starts thinking of you when you’re not around, especially when he’s alone. Thinking of anything from a fond or humorous memory, or simply the curve of your smile.

Oh… oh no.

Tackling his own growing feelings is a lengthy process. He wasn’t interested in seeking out a partner, but he catches feelings before he even realizes it.

And figuring out your feelings on the matter? Forget it.

He won’t say a thing unless you make a move yourself, too wary to even admit he could realistically do something himself. A fact the others are quite keen on reminding him of.

His insecurity won’t last forever, though.

Being around you is such a joy that it’s hard to get trapped in his own mind in the moment. That smile on your face, and sentences leaving your lips in the familiar tones of your voice…

You are his friend first and foremost; someone he feels he can really talk to and trust.

And that’s why you turn out to be everything he didn’t know he’d ever hope for.

Narancia Ghirga

-> Will They, Won’t They?

Giorno is going to start making Narancia pay for his therapy appointments. Abbacchio once made a sarcastic remark about wanting to start drinking again because of this. Mista has given Narnacia approximately twenty three lectures over the subject. Fugo is pulling his hair out.

And really, who can blame any of them?

Having to watch you and Narancia interact on a regular basis is a frustrating experience- to put it lightly.

That feeling only heightened by the fact that it’s something no one feels as though they can even comment directly on whenever you and Narancia are both around. Simply swallowing any words bubbling to the surface.

All this to say, Narancia falls for you quickly and he falls hard.

At first, there wasn't a single complaint to be had from anyone on the team. On the contrary, the others took the time to hype him up with wide smiles and pats on his back.

Narancia himself is excited to be experiencing something as genuinely sweet and grounded as a crush, and that elation was contagious.

But then a couple weeks pass... then a month... then another month... then another....

If the others were a smidge more invasive, they would've just pushed you two in front of one another yelling 'to just get on with it already' months ago.

Specifically Fugo, who actively lets it get to him in a way that Narancia merely huffs at. Sometimes offering a noncommittal response if he feels it’s necessary.

It doesn't matter how much his former tutor gets on his case, Narancia’s not budging. A light blush present on his face when he insists for the hundredth time that there's no way you could possibly feel the same.

Your own friends go through a very similar situation on the other end of things.

Similarly with someone like Abbacchio, the two of you act like a couple far before anything is set in stone. Unlike him, it's less causal and downright mind-boggling to the people around you.

Your legs lazily draped over his lap, going on drives that last for hours at a time, one barely ever seen without the other, and talking about each other constantly.

The latter became so frequent that Giorno once had to pull Narancia aside and tell him to stop mentioning you at Passione meetings.

Narancia has to bit his lip just to stop himself, but he manages. Much to the Don’s relief- never wanting to have that kind of conversation with a friend again.

Giorno cannot and won't try to control him outside of work, though, so it was merely half the battle.

Not that Narancia particularly minds the others' reactions to it very much.

Months into his affections and he's gotten used to the constant stream of teasing. Besides, he lies to himself figures that maybe they're just jealous. He wouldn’t blame them if that’s the case, finding you as special as any person can be.

Regardless of what anyone says, the sweetness is there.

An amusement to be had over how truly clueless the both of you are, despite interacting with flushed faces and stuttering words. It’s sweet, then annoying to the point where it circles around to being funny.

But you and Narancia retreat into your own little world where all of that melts away. He’s loyal, and since you hold his heart, it would be an understatement to say you’re just important to him.

Who will give in and admit the crush first? It's up in the air.

[hgfictionwriter]

Revelations - Part Ten

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: An unexpected person reaches out to you and the pieces of your broken life continue to finally fall back into place.

Warnings: None.

A/N: The rest of the series is here.

"Hi Y/N. This is Sara. It's been a while and I hope you're doing well. I hope you don't mind me reaching out, but I'm doing so because Zoie would like to formally invite you to her birthday party this Sunday."

"Full disclosure. She's asked Jessie for weeks, but as I understand, Jessie's being very respectful of your wishes and doesn't want to push. That said, a soon-to-be 6-year-old doesn't really get it and doesn't care about things like that and is fairly relentless lol."

"She says she has so much fun with you and Jessie, and she doesn't know why the three of you can't keep doing that. And for the record, she loves her dinosaur shirt and gives me hell anytime I try to take it away to wash it. And when I asked her what she wanted for her birthday, one thing she said is she wanted you there - for all those other reasons - but also because Jessie was happiest when you were there. So, will you come?"

"If it doesn't feel right to you, that's okay. I get it. This entire thing has been a lot and I'm beyond sure none of it is what you pictured or wanted. I really didn't mean to crash your life. I really, really thought long and hard about bringing Jessie into Zoie's life. I ultimately felt I owed it to Zoie to. And I was terrified when I learned Jessie was engaged. I knew how this would potentially blow things up and I really didn't want that. I'm truly sorry it turned out the way it did."

"Anyway, you didn't ask for my story. My point was - not that you've asked - the way Jessie loves you is next level. She doesn't have to tell me a thing. It's apparent. It's special. I can tell any time she's talked with you. She's so much happier. It shows. And it's none of my business, but, if I were you, I'd maybe want to know."

"Okay. Now I'm done lol. If you don't reply, I'll leave you alone. No hard feelings."

You stared at the messages you came back to after your meeting. The last person's name you expected to show up on your phone was Sara's. She obviously thought you'd deleted her - you hadn't.

You and her had talked very minimally one on one, and always in a - more or less - forced capacity. And certainly never about topics like this. Again, you'd never hated her as a person. She seemed, well, perfectly fine. She just represented the force that brought your world as you knew it crumbling down.

But now here she was offering you a lifeline.

You needed a breath.

You backed out of your conversation with Sara and over to your one with Jessie. She was still in Canada with Zoie and you'd been texting intermittently since your impromptu reunion.

The texts had been light, both of you purposefully evading critical questions and topics knowing you were going to talk more when she got back. That said, the messages between you were more easy than before. And even if they weren't explicitly affectionate, there were undertones.

You smiled at the last messages from her. A picture of Zoie all done up in her snowsuit and playing in Jessie's parents' backyard along with a message of, "Someone loves the snow."

A dull ache formed in your chest, but it wasn't the same as before. Before, the ache had torn at you, gnawing, painful and malignant. But this new ache was different. It was longing and sweet. Something to chase; something to not be scared of.

You went back to Sara's messages.

“What does Zoie want for her birthday?”

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While you'd felt eerily calm leading up to the weekend, as you parked your car down the street from Sara's place your nerves started to make themselves known again.

You stared steadily at the house, spotting Jessie's car parked out front.

Jessie didn't actually know you'd be here today. You don't know why you chose not to tell her. You even asked Sara not to mention anything. Who knows, maybe Sara thought you wanted to keep it down low in case you bailed. No expectations and no hurt feelings for anyone, then.

Maybe you were woefully misreading things, but you almost felt like it could be a good surprise.

You took a deep breath and picked up the gift you'd wrapped for Zoie and got out of your car and walked towards the front door. Your heart raced, hoping, for whatever reason, Jessie wouldn't see you before Sara did. You needed to get some things off your chest.

Sara told you prior to just open the door and come inside. So you did. Quietly. Tentatively.

Your eyes darted around the room.

There was a handful of kids running around - Zoie was still pretty new at her school, but had clearly managed to forge some friendships there, at dance, at swimming.

No surprise. She was just as likable as Jessie.

Then, there were a few adults mingling about. Mostly parents, you assumed, watching over things, playing with the kids, or chatting idly amongst themselves.

That former sense of 'otherness' threatened to rise up within you again, but you dismantled it this time. You weren't going to feel that way again. You were invited. You were asked to be here. You were wanted.

Then you saw a glimpse of them. Jessie was in the other room where the kids were running in and out of. Zoie was hanging off of Jessie's back, a kid latched onto each of her legs as she playfully lumbered around, the kids all laughing and yelling as they hung off of her.

You turned as Sara was coming out of the kitchen and you almost collided.

"Oh my god," she said with a laugh. Her eyes lit up as she took you in. "You came! I'm so glad."

As you saw this woman for the first time in months - this woman who was the source of so much angst and upheaval in your life - you felt a flash of anxiety. Like some emotional PTSD.

But it faded as she smiled at you. She was just a girl whose own life had been turned upside down many years ago. Her own future permanently changed; visions and dreams as she’d planned them no longer the same.

She’d gone it alone. Turned her circumstances into something to be cherished. And, in time, and justly so, decided to do right by her daughter. And Jessie.

She wasn’t a monster. She didn’t come into your life with malintent. You’d been caught in the shockwaves and fallout, but it wasn’t her fault or her intention.

She certainly didn’t need to try to save your relationship with Jessie. To keep you in Zoie’s life. In fact, it would’ve been much easier on her to have Jessie and Zoie to herself.

But she reached out to you anyway.

You felt your cheeks heating up. "Yeah. Thanks again for inviting me."

She shook her head. "Of course. You were very much wanted at this party. Someone had to tell you," she said with a smirk.

"Here. This is for Zoie," you said as you extended the gift. Sara gently pushed it back to you.

"Why don't you give it to her," she smiled, before adding with a smirk, "But she can't open it until after cake. Don't let her tell you otherwise."

You chuckled. “Sure. I’ll watch out for that.”

A beat passed and your pulse picked up again. You'd gone over in your head countless times what you wanted to say, and if you were going to say it, now would be the time.

"Um, this day is about Zoie, so I'm not going to take your focus away for long, but I want to just say something really quick," you said. Sara listened attentively.

“I wanted to say thank you for what you said the other day. I think I needed to hear it from someone other than Jessie. And, honestly,” you bit back a weak laugh, “you’re the most impartial, in a way. If it was Janine. Sinc. Elysse. Whoever, I feel like it wouldn’t have been the same. So, thank you, it means a lot.”

“I’m glad you weren’t upset that I reached out,” Sara admitted. “I mean, yes, Zoie absolutely kept badgering me and Jessie to invite you," she chuckled, "but beyond that, yeah."

She took a breath.

"I know it’s not my business. I mean, yes, Jessie’s life impacts Zoie’s, but Jessie’s obviously free to make her own choices and decisions. And honestly, I have no clue what ultimately went down between you two. None of my business either! I'm really just piecing things together from glimpses I've gotten during drop-off and pick-up, and things Zoie mentions.” She shrugged vaguely. “Jessie plays things very close to the vest, but - even if she never says anything - it’s obvious where she’s at and how she feels about you even now. And I wasn’t kidding - Zoie’s enchanted by you. Must run in the genes,” she said with a sly smirk before growing serious again. “So, this seemed like the right opportunity to say something.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you processed her words. You weren't expecting her to say more than she did the other day.

But again, here you were. Jessie wasn't exactly confiding in Sara. She hadn't fallen into Sara's arms in your absence. It was even obvious to Sara, her ex, the mother of her child, that Jessie was still in love with you.

Your mind sharpened once more and you remembered what you planned to say. You cleared your throat.

"Thank you. I, um, I know things have been complicated. I don’t know how much has fallen back on you, or Zoie, during all of this. I hope not much at all. And I'm sorry for anything that did. I know things couldn’t have been easy for you either. A lot of big decisions along the way, uprooting your life and Zoie’s, rebuilding, introducing new family and friends into her life and yours. That’s a lot of change for anyone. You didn't know what you were going to find. That took a huge amount of courage. And I know you did it for Zoie and I respect that.” You took a quick breath. “But it really means a lot that you shared what you did. I know you didn't need to. So, thank you for this."

Your eyes drifted away before returning to her.

"I don’t exactly know what the future holds. But, I know that if I’m a part of Jessie’s life, I’m a part of Zoie’s. And I want you to know I don’t take that for granted. You've raised a really, really special girl. Zoie's wonderful. And even if I’ve been in and out of the picture, I really do care about her. A lot. I mean, she's great - full stop. But she's also a part of Jessie, which means...," you trailed off, not quite ready to declare to her that by proxy alone you'd of course love Zoie.

You took a quick breath.

"Anyway, I'm sure this is no surprise to you, but Zoie's made Jessie's life infinitely better. So, please don’t ever feel bad for bringing Jessie into her life. That little girl deserves to have her mama in her life, and Jessie deserves her just the same.”

Sara smiled appreciatively, taking a moment of her own. “Thank you. That really means a lot.”

Her gaze shifted over to the other room where Zoie was.

"And yeah, Zoie's pretty's amazing," she said as she faced you again. "I'm grateful for her. She was - certainly - a surprise. But an incredible one and I can't imagine my life without her now. And she just adores Jessie. If Zoie's made Jessie's life infinitely better, well Jessie has 1000% done the same for Zoie. I'm grateful to have her presence in Zoie's life."

Her tone was earnest already, but it grew more-so and she held your gaze pointedly. "There's lots of room for you in that life too, if you want it."

You were about to respond when you heard your name yelled from across the house.

"That's your cue," Sara said under her breath with a laugh.

You turned to see Zoie haphazardly climbing down off of Jessie and running towards you. Your attention was split between Zoie sprinting your direction and Jessie standing there shell-shocked, two other kids still hanging off of her.

"Happy birthday!" You greeted with a bright smile as your mind righted itself. You extended the gift to Zoie, but she bypassed it, running straight into your legs in a tight hug, sending you back a step with the force behind it. You laughed, reaching an arm down to embrace her.

"Zoie, my God," Sara laughed. "Take it easy, sweetie."

"You came!" Zoie exclaimed as she pulled back to look up at you.

"I couldn't miss your birthday," you told her as your hand came to her head affectionately. You knelt down in front of her and gave her a more fulsome hug.

"Mama, you invited her," Zoie smiled as she turned partially in your arms to look at Jessie with a laugh.

You looked up to see Jessie, now disentangled, tentatively approaching. Her mind obviously still processing everything. She looked between you and Sara perplexed, but a smile of awe and surprise crossed her face.

"I, um," Jessie stammered and Sara cut in.

"Honey, let's let mama and Y/N catch up. You'll get some more time with Y/N later, okay?" She said.

Zoie pulled back a touch, her arms still around you and pouted slightly. You held out the gift to her again.

"Here, this is for you. Why don't you go put it with the others," you said. The gift seemed the perfect distraction and she grabbed it and ran to Sara's side.

"What do you say?" Sara prompted her, disbelieving and mouthing you an apology.

"Thank you!" Zoie said with a toothy grin before running off once more.

Jessie was just closing the space when you rose to your feet, now face to face with her. Her eyes searched you in wonder, that smile still tugging at her mouth.

"W-what are you doing here?" She asked, eyes curious and hopeful.

"Sara invited me," you answered. Jessie's expression changed immediately and her head snapped around to look in the direction the woman had departed. She looked back to you right away with a frown.

"It's all good," you said as you nervously tucked your hair behind your ear. "She, um, she told me that Zoie wanted to invite me. She said you wouldn't - but I know why."

Jessie opened her mouth to defend herself and you held up a hand, gently coaxing her to stop.

"You're not mad that I showed up, are you?" You asked, though a faint smile pulled at your lips. Jessie did a double-take, adamantly shaking her head.

"No. Oh my God. No, of course not," she readily assured you. She frowned before giving an airy laugh. She took a moment to find her words, her cheeks growing red. "I'm...I'm very happy that you showed up."

"I wondered if you might be. Hence why I didn't say anything when you were away," you said, a playful smile now finally crossing your face.

She smiled wider with another shake of her head. "Yeah. Wait, when did this all happen?"

"This week. You were already at your parents' with Zoie," you relayed. She nodded slowly, an adorable frown on her face as she put the pieces together.

"And, thanks for texting me while you were away," you added. "It was nice to get updates. Felt like I was almost there sometimes," you finished more shyly than you'd intended. She gave you a grateful smile.

"Of course. You were-" she stopped for a second, centering herself and giving a nod as she offered you a quiet smile. "You were missed."

You nodded, much the same as her and wearing a quiet smile of your own.

You felt light.

"Okay. Well, this is Zoie's day, so I don't want to get too deep into things. But," you said slowly, your gaze drifting away momentarily before you smiled at Jessie once more, "if you'd like to take me up on that offer to talk, you could ask me out for coffee sometime." You held her gaze and added in emphasis. "Not as friends."

Jessie stood before you and you could see quiet shock come over her. Her eyes didn't leave yours, but you could see them dart across your face, looking for any signal of a misunderstanding.

Her eyes started to well and she let out a breath that sounded more like a stifled sob.

"Are you serious?" She asked, her eyes shimmering further as her eyebrows furrowed together, her emotions plain.

You smiled softly back at her and simply nodded.

"I mean, I could ask you out if you like," you said before you rest a hand on your hip and tapped your lips facetiously. "Hmm, you seem like someone who would like...[whatever we think Jessie's coffee of choice is]."

Jessie let out a watery laugh as she stepped forward and pulled you into her arms, hugging you tightly to her. You reciprocated immediately as you laughed gently in her ear.

"Oh my god," she said, her voice thick with emotion as she rocked you in place.

She sniffled and wiped at her eyes as she stepped back. Her face was bright red as she looked at you and your heart felt like it could burst.

"W-will you go out for coffee with me?" She asked, a slight stutter in her voice as she rode out her emotions. She laughed, wiping at another stray tear. "On a date."

You nodded readily, echoing her soft laugh.

"I'd love to."

"Mama?"

You both glanced down to see Zoie coming up, tugging lightly on Jessie's pant leg and looking up at her very concerned.

"What's wrong?" Zoie asked, looking so worried.

Jessie nearly started crying again. She gave a tearful laugh and bent down to scoop Zoie up into her arms, hugging her tightly.

"Nothing's wrong, sweetie. I promise," she said as she kissed Zoie's cheek. "I'm not sad. I'm great. I'm really happy. These are happy tears," she said with a sniffle as she held her close.

Zoie seemed to contemplate Jessie's explanation. She watched her carefully, though still a bit confused.

"Well, what are you happy about?" Zoie inquired. Jessie's gaze flit over to you before returning back to her daughter's.

"Y/N and I were just having a good conversation. And it made me very happy," she said. "Sometimes people cry when they're happy."

Zoie was still skeptical.

"Well, what were you talking about?"

Jessie shot you a look and you stepped in.

“Your mama’s right, Zoie. Tears aren’t always sad,” you reinforced. “In this case? Just boring adult talk.”

“What adult talk?” Zoie asked innocently. With this amount of determined curiosity, she was certainly Jessie’s child.

"Coffee," you said flatly for effect. "Kind of boring? Right?" Zoie made a face and you smiled at her before distracting. "Hey, how has dance been?"

Zoie's eyes lit up and she wriggled in Jessie's arms to be let down. Jessie set her down with a laugh and Zoie grabbed you by the hand to pull you into a more open area.

"I want to teach you my routine," she said excitedly. "I tried to teach Mama, but she’s not very good at it," she relayed very matter of fact and you stifled a laugh.

Zoie began showing you her routine and you played along, following her disjointed, but enthusiastic motions.

When you weren't paying attention to Zoie's choreography, your eyes were drawn to Jessie who now leaned back against the wall watching you both with a weepy smile, wiping at her tears with the sleeve of her hoodie now and then.

As Zoie showed you the steps, her hair wispy and wild in a messy pony tail, her cheeks rosy, smiling up at you and looking so much like Jessie’s baby photos - you recalled what Jessie told you so many months ago.

“How can I look at her and feel like my life is ruined?”

That argument seemed like another life now. The sorrow and insidious pain that coursed through you every moment during that period was a mere memory now.

As you smiled down at Zoie and over at Jessie who watched you both adoringly, you understood what Jessie meant. You felt it.

When you finished, Zoie ran off to rejoin her friends and Jessie approached you, still sniffling. She exhaled in self-effacing exaggeration.

"I'm a mess," she said.

"You're lovely," you countered without missing a beat.

Jessie shook her head slowly, looking at you with love like all the years before, but part of it felt new - deeper - as well.

"I love you so damn much," she said. She cracked a smirk a moment later. "That's totally appropriate to say before a first date, right?"

You laughed and you drew her into a kiss, soft and slow.

"Completely."

A/N: Not quite done yet. One more chapter.

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