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makeste · 4 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 306: the beginning of the WHAT

Previously on BnHA: Nana and the Gang were all, “hey Deku, we can read your thoughts and feelings so we should already know the answer to this, but for some reason we want to quiz you on whether or not you’d be down to kill Shigaraki Tomura.” Deku was all, “um okay, well tbh, probably not seeing as Saving People has been my entire thing since literally the start of the series.” The Vestiges were all, “yes that makes perfect sense and again we already knew that, but well, good for you buddy and I’m glad we had this talk. Anyway I guess we should ask these two cryptic fuckers in the corner to finally turn around now before we run out of -- ” and then the chapter ended. Because OF COURSE IT DID.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “YOU DON’T NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, WOULDN’T IT BE SO MUCH BETTER IF I GAVE YOU A CONFUSING CHAPTER WHERE EVERYONE FINALLY LEARNS ABOUT OFA, AND GOES BACK TO THE DORMS, AND THEN THE CHAPTER ENDS WITH DEPRESSED NOMAD DEKU STANDING ON A PRECIPICE WITH GRAN TORINO’S TATTERED CAPE FLOWING IN THE WIND.” Everyone is all, “???????????” Horikoshi is all, “also the parents are moving to the U.A. campus, and Jeanist’s neck is two and a half feet long, for everyone that was wondering.” Everyone is all, “WHERE ARE KACCHAN AND TODOROKI AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHO ARE THE SECOND AND THIRD USERS”, and Horikoshi is all, “:)” and fades away into nothingness like the fucking fae he is. Like a fucking imp who’s kept his end of the cursed bargain. What, the, fuck.

okay guys, so after the longest Thursday of my fucking life, during which I was secretly hoping that my spoiler containment net would be somehow be breached, inadvertently exposing me to theta spoiler radiation, so that I could be all “oh no... spoilers... there’s nothing I can do... I have no choice but to look” (which sadly did not happen), it is finally Friday and the chapter is finally out. so I’ve got my clown kit at the ready and other self-deprecating memes on standby, and I’m ready to go. and I should note that I’m also ready for Horikoshi to pull some absolute bullshit and be like, “oh you know what, we haven’t checked in with Rat Principal in a while have we” and spend the entire chapter on nonsense like that. I’M READY FOR FUCKING ANYTHING so bring it

(ETA: it would be nice if this man wouldn’t call my bluff every now and again.)

oh, right, we were due a color page! wow look at this

isn’t this supposed to be the future?? what’s with all of these staticky CRT TVs

anyway, so! is this the first time we’ve seen Tomura’s stylish finger prosthetic glove thingy in color?? because I didn’t expect it to be red. also, at some point you just have to give in and change your pants into cutoffs or something, Tomura. start a new trend of stylish villain capris

meanwhile Deku is dressed like he’s going on a journey into the desert to find a mystical oasis. actually this cape looks a lot like Gran Torino’s. I have to go back and see if Gran’s is all raggedy like this

(ETA: it wasn’t before but APPARENTLY IT IS NOW. I also forgot that Horikoshi had showed it sitting on a side table in the hospital a few chapters ago.)

lastly, AFO looks like someone’s thumb after they’ve been washing dishes for twenty minutes. you are just the ugliest dude in history, and as always, fuck you

HAHAHA SOB I KNEW IT

oh, Twowy McTwoface is finally starting to turn around? better CUT BACK TO DEKU’S HOSPITAL ROOM THEN. wouldn’t want to accidentally ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS or SOLVE ANY MYSTERIES, god forbid

well, whatever. whatever!! anyway so now someone’s knocking at the door. I say “someone” but we all know it’s Hawks

yep

they were actually standing outside the door for a while hoping they’d overhear another juicy plot conversation, but no such luck this time

lmaooo Jeanist wtf

acting all embarrassed, but you’re really just as curious as Hawks is. making him do all the dirty work for you huh

ARE YOU SERIOUS THIS IS AN INJUSTICE

so like two seconds after Katsuki gets dragged away you open the door for the rest of them!! well, fine!! I really want it to be a more private/personal moment between the two of them anyway so let the other kids check in on Deku first then

and in the meantime, time to see Hawks put the thumbscrews to All Might’s resolve lol

I wonder how much of it Hawks has already put together in the last five minutes. One for All is something connected to All for One that Tomura seems to want. Tomura was apparently targeting Deku. that’s more than enough to make a few deductions right there. I wonder how much Hawks knows about Deku’s quirk. he did watch the sports festival, and he ran into the kids interning under Endeavor that one time

okay well maybe he hasn’t put the rest of it together just yet, but Hawks is making a pretty reasonable pitch here to All Might

also this is a pretty spectacular view. is this a hospital or a hotel??

AHLKJLKJLKJ ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING TO TELL THEM

OH MY GOD HE IS?!?!

JUST LIKE WE ALL EXPECTED, THE NEXT TWO PEOPLE TO LEARN THE TRUTH ABOUT OFA ARE GOING TO BE HAWKS, AND BEST FUCKING JEANIST

-- LFKLKKLDK ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS. ARE YOU --

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[sitting cross-legged on the ground pulling up little clumps of grass and letting them fall from my fingers one by one] yeah. sure. okay. fine. sure

-- OKAY, NO. NUH-UH. NO

everybody better hold tight cuz I’m about to pick up this whole chapter and yeet it into the ocean like a fucking frisbee lol

HORIKOSHI I DON’T CARE ABOUT THESE PEOPLE SITTING HERE WATCHING TV WTF

-- OH

well okay then. proceed. though lord help me if they’re about to reveal the secret of OFA to the whole fucking world skdkj

oh snap

well, there it is. pretty much what I expected, but it’s good to actually get to see this moment with him taking responsibility

though at the same time, thank you Horikoshi for not forcing us to sit through the rest of that

their fucking faces omg. okay but seriously, what nation doesn’t secretly love a good scandal

the Endeavor Pamphlets, part two. thank you for giving the country something to opine about on twitter in these trying times, Enji

so now they’re asking about Hawks and Jeanist but I cannot even focus on anything all of a sudden because what?!

is Jeanist even a real actual human being you guys?! are we sure he’s not three kids sitting on each other’s shoulders?? are you related to that one guy with the really long neck from the Jedi Council?? are you Orochimaru, bro??

so now Hawks is apologizing for the murder of Twice, and for hiding the connection with his dad

the fact that he has to give this serious formal apology and beg forgiveness for the shameful crime of Having An Abusive Father is really something else, though. just. it’s realistic, but I still hate it

moving on now to the one thing he actually does owe the public an explanation for

not to go all “Hawks did nothing wrong” on you guys yet again, but seriously. 100% facts. fandom can (and no doubt will) debate this until the end of time, but if Twice had gotten away they wouldn’t be having this press conference right now because there wouldn’t be any heroes left to give one. anyways though, I’ve already said more than enough about that in previous posts

so now some severe-looking lady with the weirdest fingers I’ve ever seen is saying that her mother was injured during Machia’s rampage

and she’s basically all “a fuck lot of good ‘I’m sorry’ does us all about now.” true true

wow she’s really getting fired up

and now Enji is basically saying that he understands that an apology isn’t enough, and what they really need now are solutions. okay, well! SO THEN WHAT IS THE PLAN THEN

hmmfsdgh

this eloquent PEZ dispenser makes a good point you guys

wait, hold up

CERTAIN citizens?? um excuse me, what??

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh shit

holy shit. well, this will go over well

okay! so this tells me a number of things, though

basically the minute that Hawks learned about One for All, he realized that anyone connected to Deku (e.g. Inko) would be a target for AFO. AFO wants OFA, meaning AFO wants Deku, and one of the easiest ways to get to Deku would be to target his family

Hawks therefore realized that Inko needed to be placed into protective custody

but the fact that ALL of the hero course students’ families (and is it only the U.A. hero course, or all of the hero course students across the country?) are being given protection tells me that Hawks and co. don’t want to single Deku out as being important. so then it looks like they’re not going to tell everyone about OFA (or at least not the public. which, good). so rather than drawing suspicion by saying “we’ve got to protect everyone connected with this one kid”, they’re making it seem like all the U.A. kids’ families are getting this treatment

but since the heroes are now spread so thin, they can’t just send a protective detail to each and every family, so they’re bringing all of the families to the same place instead to better keep an eye on them

so that’s all well and good, and a very smart move. except that idk how all of this is going to go over with the general public, all of whom are probably feeling unsafe at the moment, and who will probably see this as preferential treatment -- basically just the heroes looking after their own and leaving everyone else to fend for themselves

(ETA: okay so @hanashimas’ translation clarifies that U.A. is offering their services as an evacuation shelter for everyone who wants it, not just the families of the U.A. students. that’s much more appropriate so I withdraw my previous “wtf” reaction lol.)

anyway though here’s Mitsuki and Inko

can we take this as confirmation that the two of them really are friends? that’s one piece of fanon that I’ve always hoped was true, so I’m gonna go ahead and say it’s confirmed

(ETA: also this means that Hagakure’s parents (or maybe “parents” in quotation marks) will supposedly be moving in as well. sure am curious as to how that’s going to go.)

now someone in the press crowd is asking whether U.A. can provide adequate security, which is honestly the LAST thing I expected these people would be outraged about lol. shows what I know I guess

(ETA: again though, this makes sense if the “certain civilians” thing was just a translation error.)

LMAO DAMMIT ENJI

YOU CAN’T JUST ALWAYS PULL THE “JUST WATCH ME” TRICK AND EXPECT IT TO SHUT DOWN THE CONVERSATION EVERY DAMN TIME YOU ASSHOLE

-- OH MY GOD RED ALERT

TIME TO ANALYZE THIS BECAUSE OMG

WASH CAN’T BELIEVE HIS FAMILY GROUP CHAT IS STILL SENDING HIM FUCKING MEMES AT A TIME LIKE THIS. HE DOESN’T GIVE A FUCK IF THE DABI DANCE IS TRENDING ON TIKTOK, MOM!!

FOR A MINUTE I THOUGHT MT. LADY WAS HOLDING MIDNIGHT’S TORN-UP MASK, AND BY THE TIME I REALIZED THAT’S ACTUALLY HER MASK AND NOT MIDNIGHT’S, I HAD ALREADY CONSTRUCTED AN ELABORATE HEADCANON IN WHICH MT. LADY AND MIDNIGHT WERE SECRETLY DATING BUT HADN’T COME OUT TO ANYONE YET, AND THEN TRAGEDY STRUCK, AND NOW MT. LADY IS GETTING READY TO SET OUT TO SEEK VENGEANCE. AND WELL, NOW THAT THIS HEADCANON EXISTS IN THE WORLD, I’M NOT SURE IF I’M READY TO GET RID OF IT

MIRKO HAS GOTTEN HERSELF A PROSTHETIC (ROBOT??!) ARM, NOTHING ELSE THAT’S HAPPENING IN THIS CHAPTER IS EVEN SLIGHTLY IMPORTANT!!! HELLO!!!!!

AIZAWA WITH THE EYEPATCH GOOD LORD. THE WORLD ISN’T READY. HE LOOKS LIKE HE HASN’T SLEPT IN NINETY-EIGHT YEARS, BUT SOMEHOW HE MAKES IT INTO THE HOTTEST THING EVER AS PER USUAL

WHO THE FUCK IS THIS FUCKING GUY. ARE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW HIM? IS THIS KAMUI?? WAS THAT THING WHICH I ALWAYS ASSUMED WAS HIS HAIR ACTUALLY A HELMET OR SOMETHING WHAT

LOL AND MEANWHILE

you tell me, Dabi! weren’t you the one who said that wouldn’t be enough to kill him? what even is your endgame here. I’m starting to worry about the villain brain cell supply you guys. I feel like Compress took most of them with him when he left

OH??

“when asked about One for All, Endeavor fucking lied through his teeth.” well, well, well

SLKDFJLSKGDJLKLKGJL THE DORMS

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SLDKJFLKJWLKJLK

WLKDJSLKJFWKELKSDJLKHGLK

HDSMFLKGKL:GDSELK

OCHAKO’S HAND IS SHAKING OH MY GOD

THERE’S YOUR KAMINARI, EVERYONE!!

RHA’S SCANLATION TEAM REALLY THREW DEKU’S HANDWRITING UNDER THE BUS HERE HUH

HE TOLD EVERYONE!?

WHY THE FUCK IS HE WRITING IT AS A LETTER

(ETA: 9. also if he really wrote every kid in his class then that means the U.A. traitor -- or Hagakure as we like to call her around these parts -- also knows about OFA, and knows that Deku has run the fuck off and isn’t at U.A. anymore. so that’s just great!)

OH HELL NO

the hell does that mean, you must leave. leave to go where. son you are not up and leaving to go power up and lead us all into a timeskip. and I swear to GOD, if you left Kacchan too...!!

MY GOD I CAN’T PROPERLY ABSORB ALL OF THESE OCHAKO FEELS RIGHT NOW BECAUSE I’M TOO TERRIFIED TO SCROLL TO THE LAST FUCKING PAGE, FUCK

I JUST GOTTA DO IT. I JUST GOTTA SUCK IT UP AND DO IT. FUCK

FUCK

WHAT. THE. FUCK

y’all I’m not even gonna waste your time with more keysmashing, JUST ASSUME THAT I AM DOING IT NONSTOP, FOREVER. and let’s just jump RIGHT IN HERE

okay so here I thought that All Might and co. had taken him away somewhere to train, but that is CLEARLY not what’s going on here. this kid is standing here in his Apocalypse Aesthetic hero costume which has CLEARLY seen better days, with Gran Torino’s cloak (GUESS THAT EXPLAINS THAT, THEN?? SO DID GRAN FUCKING DIE EXCUSE ME WTF), and a fucking backpack. this little green idiot has RUN AWAY FROM HOME. this is the absolute LAST THING ON EARTH I ever expected to happen so PARDON ME WHILE I SCREAM CONFUSEDLY INTO THE VOID

he does not look okay. you guys he doesn’t look okay at ALL. he has NEVER looked like this. this isn’t just a “I’m sad because I’m leaving all my friends behind” kind of look on his face, or even just a “Gran Torino died maybe and I’m still having emotions over it” look. this is an EXHAUSTED, dead look in his eyes. something terrible has happened

WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR ARMS DEKU. THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING DOWN WITH YOUR ARMS GODDAMMIT

love how this random building is just straight up collapsing, like that’s just a normal thing that happens every day now. lovely

APRIL MEANS IT’S NOW FULL ON SCHEDULED ALL-MIGHT-DYING-HOURS, BUT LET’S COMPLETELY IGNORE THAT THOUGH BECAUSE FUCK THAT NOISE

“THE SECOND USER? WHO KNOWS? CERTAINLY NOT ME” HORIKOSHI I SWEAR TO GOD

“BAKUGOU? NEVER HEARD OF HIM!” HORIKOSHI PLEASE

WHERE. IS. KACCHAN

did he go with Deku?? did he get a chance to talk to him before he left?? did he get his own private letter which he read and then promptly blew up in a fit of panicked rage?? is he going to go after him?? DOES HORIKOSHI KNOW WHAT HE’S DOING TO ME RIGHT NOW?? OF COURSE HE DOES, DON’T BOTHER ANSWERING THAT

omg. though actually the fact that we’ve already jumped a few weeks forward makes me hopeful that there won’t actually be another timeskip, or at least not much of one. I’m sure that’ll be the big debate of the week, but I don’t think we can jump too far forward here. for starters because of that All Might prophecy I mentioned. and also because TomurAFO isn’t just going to wait around for months. and also because I’m 100% sure that Deku’s running-away backpack is just filled ENTIRELY WITH NOTEBOOKS and this asshole cannot possibly survive more than 3 days on his own. UNLESS SOMEONE COMES TO HELP HIM THAT IS. OR SOMEONES, EVEN. OMG. omg omg omg. fuck this chapter lmao

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jincherie · 5 years ago

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4 o’clock | 03

✩ — pairing: taehyung x reader ✩ — genre: hybrid au, single dad au, light angst, fluff ✩ — rating: sfw ✩ — words: 5.5k+ ✩ — warnings: slight angst ✩ — notes: another impulse update while the inspiration was ripe!! I hope u enjoy it :3 I’ll go over it and fix any mistakes with tense and grammar tomorrow either before or after work, so sorry for those in the meantime! i haven’t written in past tense in a while lol

— prompt: “Why are you crying, It’s only you and me here, Me and you, Oh you”

Even if it weren’t for the two twins that had endeared you so, you were sure you would have eventually been drawn to the beautiful soul of Kim Taehyung, like a planet to its star.

— masterlist || 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 — posted; 14.03.2020

“Ah— no— Haru! Don’t touch that please!”

You sat back, content to watch the chaos as it unfolded; Seokjin had sent you some small reports to write and you were making the most of the moment and finishing them while Jungkook and Namjoon helped watch the twins. It was nearing eight o’clock and the cafe had long since closed, the lights dimmed but still on— Namjoon had been counting the tills in peace until the two hybrid twins had grown curious about what was happening on the other side of the counter and darted around to investigate. Jungkook snickered at the scene as he swept the floors, not being shy about his laughter since Namjoon was too caught up to reprimand him right now.

Ordinarily, you didn’t babysit the twins at the cafe— but you’d brought them to get a hot chocolate since the weather was getting cooler and they’d been behaving so well lately you wanted to give them a treat. You’d already texted Taehyung to ask if they were allowed it, and he’d told you yes. The twins had been ecstatic the second you told them where you were going and why. Apparently they were big fans of Uncle Joon and Uncle Koo, despite spending a majority of their time with you these days.

“But Uncle Joon!” Haru whined, big eyes pointed right at the poor male in question. You did feel a little bad for him; he was just trying to count the tills and finish closing after all. “Wanna help!”

“Yeah!” Hansol chorused, popping up from behind his sister. “Wanna help!”

Namjoon seemed like he was absolutely lost for how to handle the situation, standing crowded with the tills held to his chest, and when he finally caved and sent a pleading look your way you couldn’t help but chuckle. You supposed you could put him out of his misery.

“Hey, cutie cubs! I have something over here that I really, really need your help with! Could you come help me?”

Of course, the answer was yes. At the opportunity to help one of their favourite people ever, their eyes lit up and you stifled a laugh as their tails flicked and whipped excitedly. They were scrambling around the counter within seconds, big eyes directed at you now as they clung to the leg closest to them.

“Yeah, y/n?” Hansol inquired, patting your thigh excitedly. “Need help?”

“I absolutely do!” you confessed dramatically, leaning closer. “It’s something only you two can do.”

They almost vibrated in their excitement, making you think maybe there was a little too much sugar in those hot chocolates. They leaned in closer, Haru whispering with wide eyes, “What is it?”

“Well,” you started, pulling out two pieces of blank paper. “I have something important I’m writing for one of my jobs, and it needs some pictures… but I don’t have any! Do you think you could draw me some pictures to send with it? I don’t know anyone who can do it as well as you…”

The twins gasped, sold immediately on the idea. You’d learned very quickly that of all their hobbies and things they like to do, anything to do with painting, drawing, and colouring— they liked that the most. Eagerly, they climbed onto the free seats at the table where you were perched, looking at you obediently and patiently. Their ears betrayed their excitement though, flicking and twitching restlessly. You passed them a piece of paper each and let them choose one of the markers from your pencil case. Haru chose blue, while her brother went for a light green.

“What do we draw?” she asked after a moment, marker looking very oversized in her tiny hand. To her credit, she had it in an expert grip.

“Anything you want,” you answered immediately, unable to help but laugh at their excited gasps.

“Weally?!” In his glee Hansol’s ‘r’ glided into a ‘w’ sound even more than usual and you almost clutched your chest in fear that you had a literal heart attack. They’re so cute, they’re so cute it’s over for me!

“Yup!” you nodded, waving your hand for them to go ahead and do whatever they want. They didn’t need to be told twice; they launched into their efforts, markers meeting paper eagerly. You could have sat and watched them all night, so endeared by the way their tongues stuck out in concentration and their ears flicked every so often. Unfortunately, you still had a report to finish and so begrudgingly you returned to that as they scribbled artfully across the pages, having granted Namjoon time to escape to the staff room and for Jungkook to grab the mop and bucket and begin sanitising the floor.

Like that, the cafe settled into a nice ambiance— the radio still played soft tunes across the store and the only out of place noises came when one of the twins dropped a marker or Jungkook bumped into a table or chair due to his shapely rump.

It lasted a good five minutes, and you suspected it would have lasted longer if Namjoon’s phone didn’t start ringing on the counter. The twins barely spared it a glance before returning to their works— man, you chose the distraction well, huh. There was the slight sound of cluttering and something falling in the direction of the backroom before Namjoon emerged with tousled hair and wide eyes, a note sticking to his cheek as he looked around hurriedly for his phone.

“Who on earth…” he muttered to himself as he searched; you pointed to your cheek when he caught your eye and he reached up to remove the note, appearing sheepish. It didn’t take him long to find the phone after that, hurrying to pick it up before passing it over to you on the bench. “Y/n, can you answer that? I think I flicked a coin in the sink and I don’t know if it went down the drain or not— thanks!”

Bewildered, you hurriedly scrambled to the counter, grabbing his phone and seeing that he’d already answered the call and just left it running. You didn’t have time to see who was on the other end before you brought it to your ear, not wanting to leave them hanging any longer than they already had been.

“Hello?” you said, sounding somewhat hesitant. Any caution you might have had was quickly thrown to the wind when a familiar dulcet tone greeted you from the other end, though.

“Wh— y/n?” Taehyung sounded surprised to hear your voice, and you didn’t blame him considering he’d called Namjoon’s phone. “Uh, hello. But, um… why…”

“Hey, Mr. Kim!” The change in your attitude was instant, something fluttering in your abdomen at the knowledge of who you were talking to. “Sorry to surprise you, but Namjoon is counting the tills and kind of dumped his phone on me. Is everything okay? Did you want to talk to the twins?”

Taehyung made a sound of understanding before hurrying to reassure you, “Ah, no! No, that’s okay, I’ll see them soon anyway. Um, I was actually calling because…”

He faded off for a moment, an awkward tone slipping into his voice when he resumed. “Um, all the buses near my work were cancelled because of maintenance or something and, um… I don’t really have a way to get home… so I was just…”

It took barely a second for you to realise what he was getting at. “Ah, you need someone to pick you up? No problem! I’m with the twins at the cafe right now, so I can come pick you up while Joon and Jungkook watch them for a few minutes if you’d like!”

The hybrid on the other end seemed flustered at your easy agreement and instant offer.

“I, um… that’s fine, if that’s not too much trouble? I’m sorry to be bothering you— I’ll pay y—”

“Nope, it’s okay!” you were quick to reassure him, making sure he knew that you didn’t expect compensation just for being a decent person. “Don’t even think of paying me extra, I don’t mind at all! Just text me the address and I’ll be there as soon as possible!”

The line was silent for a few moments before Taehyung spoke once more, sounding slightly choked up. “Thank you, y/n.”

“No problem,” you assured, saying goodbye before hanging up and placing Namjoon’s phone down. A few moments later your own buzzed in your pocket, most likely with the address you’d requested.

Ducking into the backroom, you let Namjoon know what the call was about and he easily agreed to watch the kids while you went to pick up their dad. Once you secured his blessing, you returned to the main area to see Jungkook currently being subjected to the twins and their marker, scribbles and drawings beginning to make their ways up his forearms. Hansol had managed to land the arm that already had some tattoos on it and was having the time of his life colouring them in. As soon as he saw you, he pointed excitedly, “Look, y/n! Uncle Koo’s a colouring book!”

The male in question seemed absolutely endeared by the twins and of course easily agreed to continue watching them while you went to pick up Taehyung. The twins were excited to see their dad again soon and so let you go in peace when you told them what was happening.

Fifteen minutes later found you on the road and nearing the destination that Taehyung had texted you. Apparently it wasn’t at his actual workplace, since there weren’t any bus stops there and he usually had to walk twenty minutes to the nearest one, but it was still in the general area. You were thankful that you’d driven the twins to the cafe instead of walking earlier, since it meant your car was already outside and waiting. You were also thankful one of your friends had bullied you into cleaning it the other day because you knew you’d be embarrassed as hell if Taehyung climbed in and found all the bueno bar wrappers that had been on the floor of the passenger side. What could you say? You had an addiction.

As the GPS on your phone told you that you were growing closer, you began to scan the streets for the golden-haired male in question. It didn’t take you long to spot him, because even in the dark he stood out as a spot of beauty in his surroundings, hair gleaming flaxen in the streetlights. He was only in a white button-down and slacks, but still he looked incredibly good. Honestly, if you saw an image of him you would have sworn up and down that he was a model. The flick of his ears as you neared the curb where he stood told you that he’d heard you from afar, but he waited until you were alongside him to shoot you a sheepish smile.

He was somewhat shy as he climbed in, tentative in his movements as he placed his bag down by his feet and shut the door, resting his hands in his lap. “Thank you,” he murmured again, low tone making your heart skip a beat. What was it about him that seemed to make you so… giddy?

“It’s not a problem!” you assured him again, making sure he caught your smile before you set the destination in your phone and turned to the road; you knew vaguely where you were, but you didn’t travel often to this part of town so you’d need a little bit of guidance to get back to Namjoon’s cafe. It was too dark to tell for sure, but you could have sworn the hybrid’s cheeks flushed slightly.

You didn’t think that the silence would have been all that awkward, but you didn’t want to really risk it—there was still a bit of distance between the two of you, understandably. He was basically your employer right now. But you couldn’t deny the urge sparking to life deep inside you that pushed you to get a bit closer to him. Inexplicably, it was something you wanted.

“When I left, the twins were having the time of their lives,” you informed him, unable to keep the smile from your voice. Your eyes were on the road but you caught his head lifting in your peripheral. “Originally I had them drawing something on paper, but when I came back they’d turned Jungkook into a canvas and discovered his tattoos. I think they were overjoyed to have a living colouring book.”

At your words, Taehyung couldn’t help the laugh that tumbled from his throat at his kids’ antics. “They love colouring,” he murmured in response, letting his head fall back against the headrest. Your brief glance over reveals his form, slumped slightly and wrought with exhaustion. A shard of concern wriggles its way into your chest, unsettling you slightly. Was he eating enough? Sleeping enough? You felt so bad for him that you wished you could lift every single worry from his shoulders and give the world to him on a silver platter. His twins deserved it, and so did he. You weren’t sure exactly when, in the past month or so of looking after his kids, that such feelings had had time to bloom, but they had. “I wish I could get them more things, since they go through materials so fast, but… paints are getting more and more expensive these days.”

You hummed, trying not to let the sadness currently permeating your chest to show on your face. “That’s true,” you responded softly. “I imagine they’d go through paints and markers faster than you can blink.”

Taehyung chuckled, the sound soft and low, eyes closed as he sank into the seat. “Yep. I have boxes full of drawings at home. They refuse to part with any of them.”

It was your turn to laugh now, able to imagine it all too easily. “I think they’d never talk to me again if I ever lost the ones they gave me.”

Soft melodies drifted through the car as you drove, your phone’s playlist still on the one you used to lull the twins to sleep. Endearingly enough, it seemed to be working wonders for their father, too. Every time you glimpsed over, it seemed like he was that bit closer to completely dozing off next to you. You were sure he’d be embarrassed about it later, but you honestly didn’t mind. It relieved you a bit to know he was getting at least a little bit of rest.

Well, he was until a low, rumbling sound echoed in the small space. You bit your lip to contain the laugh that attempted to bubble in your throat, but were unable to help the glance you gave to the side. Taehyung looked mortified, gaze averted out the window and cheeks red as his hand rested over his stomach, as though to muffle it should it make any further incriminating noises. His tail curled beside him in embarrassment.

“Well, I suppose that’s good timing,” you said, unable to keep the smile from your voice. “Are you in the mood for a noodle dish or something soupy? Or rice? I was gonna stop by somewhere and grab something for dinner anyway.”

Taehyung’s hands quickly rose, waving awkwardly. “Oh, no, it’s okay— we can just—”

You hummed, pinning him with a look as the car drew to a stop at a set of traffic lights. “Have you eaten today?”

He might have been embarrassed, but you could tell he wouldn’t be able to lie to you. You were proven right when he simply blushed, averting his gaze with his ears angling down.

“It’s okay,” you said, reaching to pat his leg before you had to return your hand to the gearstick. “I haven’t had dinner yet either, and we can grab something to take back for the twins too! Is there anywhere you’d like to go in particular?”

Perhaps it was the hunger, but he didn’t take long to give in and acquiesce to your gentle nudging. His voice was soft when it brushed your ears in response. “I don’t mind, anywhere is good.”

You pondered his words for a moment before speaking what came to mind, “I think I know a place that you’ll like.”

— x — x —

“Woah.”

You smiled at the wonderment in Taehyung’s voice, glancing over to see him looking around in awe. You’d decided to take him to your favourite fusion restaurant, since you remembered that they actually made that dish that he liked— japchae?— and it seemed you’d made the right choice. The restaurant was underground, and the ceiling sprinkled with woven trains of fairy lights. The walls of booths and along the tables were somewhat porus and absolutely covered in layers upon layers of scribbles and drawings from people who had visited over the years. A bowl of markers rested by the door and you were sure to grab one on the way past.

One of the table staff saw you and grinned, making her way over immediately. Her gaze didn’t even linger on Taehyung as it swept over him, something you appreciated.

“Y/n!” she burst, moving forward to bring you in for a quick hug. “It’s been a while! I feel like I haven’t seen you in years.”

You rolled your eyes, blushing slightly. “It’s only been like, a week, Jihyo. What, you weren’t there when I ordered last time?”

“I had placement,” she said, sighing dramatically. “We can’t all finish the semester on time, y/n.”

You laughed in response, and the brunette was quick to get back on track. “Table for two? In the usual spot?”

“Yes please!” you answered with a smile, feeling Taehyung shift in confusion behind you. You wonder if he thought that you were only coming for take away. Originally you were, but as you entered the restaurant you’d read a text from Jungkook saying that they’d taken to twins back to your house, so you felt less pressed to get there sooner.

The two of you follow Jihyo towards the back of the establishment, taking a seat when she gestures to do so in the booth furthest from the front and closer to the kitchens. She left you with menus and told you to press the button when you were ready to order.

“We’re eating here?”

You looked up to catch Taehyung’s gaze, and the expression you find there wasn’t upset or antsy, more confused. It occurred to you a moment later that maybe you should have asked for his opinion before deciding all on your own.

“Oh… Sorry, Mr. Kim.” Your cheeks heated in embarrassment at your own audacity. “I should have asked you— I just got a text from Jungkook saying they took the twins to my place so I figured we didn’t have to rush and could relax a bit. Would you like to get takeaway instead…?”

At your explanation, the male relaxed in his seat, shoulders releasing the small amount of tension they’d held. “No, it’s okay. And you can call me Taehyung, you know. I don’t think you’re that much younger than me, actually.”

Your head tilted in surprise as your hands opened the menu automatically. “Wait, how old are you?”

Taehyung hummed, opening his own menu and looking down, visibly growing happier at the sight of some of the dishes. “Twenty-four,” he answered distractedly, finger trailing over number 37 on the menu. “Are the pancakes good? I wonder if the twins would like them…”

It took all your willpower to snap your mouth closed and swallow your shock— twenty-four?! That’s so young! It wasn’t like he looked old, but to have kids… you thought that he was late-twenties or early-thirties and had just aged really well. You were left reeling at the fact he really wasn’t all that much older than you at all.

It made you even sadder, actually, as you realised that he must have been only twenty-one or so when the twins had first come into his life. It can’t have been easy, especially if the situation was as you suspected with the twins’ mother.

“Wow, you’re young,” you couldn’t stop it from rolling off your tongue, and coughed before continuing, ignoring his amused look. “And they are! I like both the spring onion and the kimchi one. For the twins though, they might like the spring onion one better. I’ll get some to take back to them so they can try it, actually. Maybe some of the chicken too… I’m craving chicken.”

You’d started off talking directly to him, but as you went on you had ended up talking more to yourself. You missed the soft smile that Taehyung sent your way. It was silent as the two of you ruminated over what to order, and neither of you spoke until it was time to order and the waitress (not Jihyo this time, unfortunately) was walking away with your meal ticket and the menus.

“Thank you.”

It caught you by surprise, his sudden words. You looked to him with wide eyes, mid-sip of your water, and blinked in confusion. He chuckled at the sight you presented before leaning back in the booth, taking the permanent marker into his grasp and fiddling with it between his fingers. You continued your sip, waiting for him to continue in his own time. You didn’t have to wait too long.

“For caring so much about Hansol and Haru,” he explained, eyes flicking to the side before rising to meet yours. His ears were lowered slightly, bashful, as he continued. “It means a lot to me, and I know that it means a lot to them. They…”

He cleared his throat, reaching for his own cup of water. He still looked exhausted, but the smell of food in the air had livened him considerably since you entered. “They’ve never really said anything, or asked about their mother, and I don’t know for sure whether they have put you in that role… but I’m glad they have someone else that they can trust and feel safe with. I know whenever I leave them with you that they’ll be okay, and I don’t have to worry, because you always spoil them and they’re always happy. So thank you, for that.”

You blinked, surprised at the sudden sting to your eyes. Flustered, you waved your hand at him, blinking rapidly to ward away the tears. “You should warn a girl before you spring something heartfelt like that on her, Mr. K— Taehyung. I might cry and then our food will be ruined.”

He was still for a second before your words sank in and he laughed, tipping his head back from the body of it. It was a joyous sound, and it made your heart sing to hear it— after the mushy way his earlier words had made you feel, you didn’t know if you were in a good place to handle it. You waited until he calmed to continue, wanting to respond properly now your thoughts were in order.

“But you’re more than welcome, you know.” His eyes met yours as you spoke, fingers fiddling with the marker. “Those two are so beautiful, Taehyung. I can see you give them everything and they really deserve it. I’ll have you know that if I could and they asked for it, I’d climb up and pluck every star out of the sky just for them. Everything I do for them is really the least I can do. I’ll always care for those two, even if you were to move away and forget all about me.”

He snorted at that last part, but you could tell he was touched from the tender look in his eyes. “Don’t worry, that’s not happening any time soon.“

A few moments of silence followed his words, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, and it was soon broken by the arrival of some of your meal. Your mouth started salivating the second your plate touched the table, but you held off until you asked the waitress for some plastic containers and she brought them back for you. Once you’d put some of the food aside for the twins, you happily dug in to the meat dish you’d ordered.

You didn’t catch Taehyung’s fond look as you put some food aside, but you did hear it when, moments later, he let out a soft sound that echoed surprisingly like a moan. Your head shot up and he blushed bright red, cheeks so full of food he looked more like a chipmunk than a lion. He chewed and swallowed the majority of it down before offering a sheepish explanation, “Sorry, it just tastes so good… it’s been so long since I had bulgogi.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that, almost choking on your own mouthful. You didn’t say anything though, mind wandering to other things— namely, the mention of the twins mother. You wanted to know so badly what the situation was, but you were also painfully aware it was absolutely not your place to ask. But at the same time, the twins were young, and what were you meant to do if they ask difficult questions about their mother as children tend to do? You were torn, but you didn’t realise the extent to which your thoughts were playing across your face.

“You want to know about their mother.”

Freezing, you shot him a guilty look, mouth full of spring onion pancake. You feared that you’d look over and see an upset expression on his handsome face, but it was surprisingly neutral— if anything, he seemed amused at the mess you were making as you struggled to keep the food in your mouth.

“It’s okay,” he chuckled, taking a bite of his meal and humming at the flavour. “It’s only natural to wonder since you haven’t seen her. It’s not hard to tell that she’s not around.”

You finally managed to swallow the entire contents in your mouth, shooting him a look of apology. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to say anything if it’s painful…”

The hybrid shrugged, pushing the food in his bowl around with his chopsticks. “It’s okay. It’s been three years, the wound is old…” He picked out a piece of beef, munching it before continuing. “Their mother was another lion hybrid— I met her in an adoption shelter we’d both ended up in until we were of the legal age that we could leave. She was my first love. I thought the world of her. It wasn’t planned, when she got pregnant. She didn’t really want the a baby but, well… you know how it is.”

Something sharp stabbed in your chest at his words, your expression softening. Hybrids still faced a lot of discrimination in more ways than one, and they didn’t have access to all the same types of resources that humans often took for granted. So if she’d wanted to abort the pregnancy, you doubt she would have been able to…Taehyung cleared his throat, continuing.

“When she became pregnant, and after she had the twins, it became clear that she wasn’t really the woman I fell in love with… When I saw those two, my beautiful little cubs, and held them in my arms— I knew I would love them for the rest of my life. But she… it wasn’t a sentiment we shared. She grew cold and fought with me, saying I’d ruined her life. And then one day she left, before they’d even been weened. I haven’t seen or spoken to her since.”

“I’m so sorry…” it was all you could think to say, your heart aching for him. You couldn’t imagine the amount of betrayal that must have felt like, the hurt that would have resulted. And on top of it, how difficult it must have been to be on his own from the very beginning.

He wrinkled his nose, sniffling slightly before shooting you a reassuring look. He waved his hand through the air, returning to the meal more heartily. “Don’t be— like I said, the wound is old. Besides, I thought you should know since you spend so much time with the twins. They’re curious, and they’re kids… I wouldn’t want to put you in an uncomfortable situation if they asked something difficult.”

“I appreciate that,” you said, sectioning off another piece of pancake to put in your mouth. Your thoughts ran a mile a minute at the information he’d given you, but you did your best to push them to the backburner for now— you didn’t take him out and force food down his throat for the sake of hearing about his partner. “I am still sorry, though… It seems like a lot of things have happened to you that you don’t deserve.”

“That’s how it always is,” Taehyung shrugged, nonchalant. Something about how accepting he was of his own misfortune bothered you— he shouldn’t have had to be accepting of the way the world has treated him like dirt. You allowed your eyes to wash over him, taking in the slight bags under his eyes and the somewhat pallid quality to his skin. In that moment, you decided to do whatever you could to help him— both for him, and the twins. If it meant you continued sending home little care packages with the twins, then so be it.

Despite the somewhat depressing start the conversation had, it soon melded into more comfortable, relaxed topics. Taehyung seemed interested to know a bit more about you, apparently wanting to corroborate the many things his twins reported back to him with facts straight from the source itself— you. He asked about your schooling, what you wanted to do— eventually he allowed himself to verify some of the things the twins apparently told him, like if you really had a giant gudetama plushie in the corner of your bedroom. You’d blushed at that one, especially considering that it was true. In turn, you’d gone ahead and asked him about some of the things the twins had told you— like if he really didn’t like mint chocolate chip icecream, and if all the older ladies in the building really pinched his cheek and called him handsome every time they saw him.

At that he had cleared his throat and blushed too, before quietly admitting it was true. It seemed the twins were very good at digging up dirt on the both of you.

You didn’t linger in the restaurant all that long, making your way up to the counter after you’d eaten your fill. The conversation continued right up until you reached the register, at which point Taehyung promptly froze. You turned, in the middle of pulling your card out, and caught him looking with white eyes at the total, like he’d completely forgotten that he’d have to pay at the end of it. It wasn’t hard to guess the direction that his thoughts had gone, and when Jihyo read out your total for the table you left it barely a second before moving.

“Boop!” you said, smacking your card on the reader and relishing in the confirmation beep that sounded a second later. “Paid!”

Taehyung looked at you with wide eyes, hand coming to grip your sleeve. “Y/n, that was so much! You didn’t have to—”

“It’s okay, I got paid today,” you smiled at him, holding up the bag of takeaway containers before passing them to him. “Plus, it wasn’t just our meals— now we have some food to take back for the others, too!”

You were oblivious to the fond, amused smile Jihyo was sending your way, especially since she slapped a brighter one on when you faced her. “I’m glad you two enjoyed yourselves! I’ll see you next time y/n, make sure you bring him too! The chefs apparently liked watching his expressions as he enjoyed the food.”

You laughed, bringing your arm up in a mock salute as Taehyung blushed red beside you, risking a sheepish look back at the kitchen. Two chefs were peeking out the doorway, and waved when they saw him looking. Embarrassed, he tugged your sleeve and began moving towards the door, urging you to leave. You couldn’t help the laughter that escaped you on the way out, waving to Jihyo as you went and promising you’d be back soon.

— x —

Later, when Taehyung was laying in his own bed after Namjoon had dropped him home, the twins cuddled next to him — they’d been so ecstatic at the special food they’d gotten that they hadn’t left his side all night, clinging to him like never before— he couldn’t help but reflect once more on the changes in his life, however big or subtle. The most noticeable was you, and oddly enough, when he thought of you now, gratitude wasn’t the only feeling swirling in his chest like it had been before. There was something else there, something new and warm and even though he didn’t look any closer at it, scared to see its name, it comforted him all the way to sleep, sending him off to cozy dreams of the sun, the twins, and you.

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our-time-is-now · 4 years ago

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23.06.2019 (2): Do you still have topics, Mr Florenzi?

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Sunday, 08:41 pm

David: *went to Laura's apartment with Matteo where they didn't order pizza because Laura saved lasagna for them* *has taken off the binder in the bathroom while Matteo reheated the lasagna* *have eaten together in the living room in front of the TV and went to his room after doing the dishes* *could calm down a bit emotionally during the time and now lies quite relaxed on the bed on the side opposite Matteo and looks at him while reviewing the afternoon* *wonders how Matteo has experienced all this and what he would like to talk to him about and asks him quietly at some point* All good?

Matteo: *lies cozy and full on David's bed* *rolls onto his side and sees David looking at him* *smiles slightly* *hears his question and thinks about the events of the afternoon* *nods slightly* Yes... by the way I don't plan to apply in Halle... *takes David's hand that is between them and interlocks their fingers together* Are you afraid we won't make it?

David: *smiles when Matteo says he has no intention of applying in Halle and looks at their fingers that Matteo is just interlocking* *murmurs* Good... *draws circles over the back of M's hand with his thumb at his question and briefly presses his lips together* *doesn’t really know if Matteo means that he is afraid that they wouldn't be able to handle a long-distance relationship or that they wouldn't be able to handle the situation* *shakes his head slightly and looks at him again* When Carlos asked earlier what we would do in such a situation and I imagined you had something permanent in Berlin and me in Halle... or the other way around... *sighs softly and then continues* I know that we could somehow make it... *shakes his head then and laughs softly and a little desperate* ...but I don't want to make it at all. *lowers his gaze again and looks at their hands before continuing slightly embarrassed* I just don't want to be separated from you! *smiles slightly* And if I had answered Carlos honestly, I would have told him that I would quit my studies and find something else just to be with you... *smiles slightly and looks up to Matteo again* It's probably not really good advice for them... *slightly shrugs his shoulders again*

Matteo: *takes a good look at him* *sees how he presses his lips together and knows that he is thinking about how to say it* *gently runs his thumb over the back of his hand and waits* *nods slightly when David said that they would somehow make it* *also assumes this, but he still doesn't like the idea* *looks a little confused for a moment when he says he doesn't want to make it and panics for a moment about what that means* *is then relieved when he hears David and thinks that this happens more and more often, that he suspects the worst and David says the exact opposite* *says fast* Me neither! *nods as David continues, because he sees it the same way* Probably not good advice, nope... *squeezes his hand again lightly and looks at him* But listen, you have your dream, your goal, filmmaking... I don't even have a plan... we'll go where you can study filmmaking... it's easy.

David: *smiles slightly when Matteo says he doesn't want to be separated from him either, and grins a little when he agrees that he can't give good advice to Carlos and Kiki* *returns his gaze as he speaks, smiles slightly again, but then shrugs his shoulders* And what if next month /the/ idea comes to you what you want to do... or in two months... or next week?! And what if I have a place to study in Hamburg and what you want to do is only available in Berlin!? *grumbles frustrated* I know this may all be hypothetical, but... *shakes his head slightly and bites his lower lip briefly* ... you are more important to me than filmmaking! I can also wait one or two semesters for filmmaking or do something completely different if you find something you want to do...

Matteo: *laughs slightly and shakes his head* Something you can only do in Berlin? What is that? Picking up dog shit? Or selling drugs to hippies? *tilts his head slightly when David realizes that it's all just hypothetical* *then shakes his head* This is bullshit! You want to study filmmaking. Even if I find something, it's probably just a "yeah, I could do that" thing and I'm sure I can do it anywhere. *looks at him seriously* Why don't you want us to put you first?

David: *also smiles a little bit and shrugs when it comes to jobs in Berlin* No idea... maybe somebody knows someone who knows somebody and could give you some dream job here... *pulls a face when Matteo says it's bullshit because he actually knows that Matteo is right and that jobs are really everywhere* *sees his serious look and hears his question and thinks about what his problem really is* *it’s more like a gut feeling and he can’t put it into words* *shakes his head slightly and mumbles* I don't know... *sighs softly and then tries* I think it's okay when we put me first... but I just don't want you to... *looks at him seriously, too* Promise me that if - just hypothetically - something comes up in the next few weeks that interests you... that you won't take me into account, okay? I don't want you to back off just because we said we'd put me first, because you don't have any plans yet anyway. If you know something, then we'll discuss it again!

Matteo: *laughs when David thinks he might know someone* Quite unlikely... *then sighs softly as David says he doesn't know either* *tilts his head when he says he doesn't want him to cut back* Okay... *bites his lips slightly and for once he speaks directly without arranging his thoughts first* Or... we just say... it's not up to us... so it is up to us, but not like that... we just say Berlin is number one... not you or me or who gets accepted into a certain university or what dream job... we say if even one of us gets something in Berlin, we'll stay here, ok?

David: *smiles slightly when Matteo agrees to re-discuss if he finds something he's interested in and looks at him scrutinizing and a little skeptical because it was easier than he thought to talk to him into it* *thinks that Matteo assumes he won't find anything, anyway* *then listens to his flow of speech and raises his eyebrows skeptically when he says it's not about them at all* *grins slightly and is about to ask who it is about when Matteo continues speaking* *thinks about his suggestion, finally sighs softly and shrugs* Okay, um... *smiles slightly* *hopes that he will actually get a place to study in Berlin, but is also quite afraid that this will not work out* *repeats anyway* Okay... Berlin sounds good!

Matteo: *looks at him when he agrees* *wants to know if it's really okay* *then grins and moves a little bit to kiss him* And if nobody finds anything in Berlin... then we will discuss again. Deal?

David: *raises his eyebrows with a grin as Matteo checks him off and then comes towards him for the kiss* *nods to his words* Deal! *turns on his back and stretches slightly* *smiles again* You see - everything is very easy if you are just open... Nice that we now follow our tips to others in the meantime ourselves... *just turns his head to him and laughs softly * *then however gets more serious again and asks* Another topic you openly want to talk to me about, Mr. Florenzi?

Matteo: *grins as David lies on his back* *stays on his side and supports his head on his hand so that he can look at David better* *laughs at his next words* Hey, you heard it... we are the top relationship guides... and I think we've managed the being open thing for quite a while now... *looks at him slightly questioning as his face gets more serious* *listens to his question and thinks* *thinks about the Jonas thing from this afternoon and doesn't know if he should actually bring it up again* *shakes his head slowly* Maybe that you are looking very good again today, Mr. Schreibner. *smiles at him* Do you still have topics?

David: *laughs at Matteo's words to the topic relationship guide and shakes his head* Whatever the reason why they chose us... Kiki and Carlos have been together much longer... and Jonas and Hanna have basically been together for a few months already... *nods when Matteo says that they are doing quite well with the openness and smiles* *thinks that although it is still difficult for him sometimes, it is by far not as difficult as in the beginning and that it is getting easier each time* *nods as Matteo shakes his head and has no more topics* *then hears his compliment, turns slightly red, but imitates his grin with a slight secretary's-office-look* *looks briefly at the ceiling again at his question and considers* *then nods and says* Yup! Two! *looks at him and grins slightly* Do you want the nice or the serious topic first?

Matteo: *laughs as he talks about the other couples and shrugs his shoulders* They just know that we are the best. *just smiles smugly as he gets the secretary's-office-look* *now takes that as a compliment* *lifts his eyebrows when he says he has two topics* *thinks about it for an exaggeratedly long amount of time and then says* Serious first, please.

David: *somehow expected Matteo to want to hear the serious stuff first and turns back on his side to be able to look at him more comfortably* *briefly presses his lips together and searches for words* *just says* The thing with Jonas... I told you that it is okay for me and that I trust you. And it really helped me that you brought it up in front of Jonas when we were at Hanna’s. But I just don't want to... *hesitates briefly and then continues* ... maybe you could try not to look at me as if I was about to flee or collapse when something like this happens? *wonders if maybe that was somehow too harshly formulated and continues to explain himself* I mean, I probably wouldn't have even noticed today what Jonas actually said, if he hadn't corrected himself immediately and you hadn't looked at me like that... after all, it's not so bad with Carlos when he says things like that. *takes a deep breath and shakes his head slightly* I just don't want any special treatment because of it. If I still have a problem with it, then it has nothing to do with you or Jonas... *reluctantly reaches for his hand and mumbles* Sorry, I know you're just worried, but I just don't want to be treated with kid gloves on this one, okay? You told me that the subject is closed for you and that you don't feel about Jonas like that anymore and if it still feels weird to of me, it's not your fault!

Matteo: *looks at him as he turns on his side* *wonders what the serious topic can be* *but has no time to think about possibilities, because then he already hears it: Jonas* *immediately has that look again, which David obviously means when he continues speaking* *presses his lips together while he listens to him* *maybe he holds his hand a little tighter than usual when he gives it to him* *thinks that he can understand David, as he probably wouldn't like that himself either* *but also thinks that he doesn't know if he can just turn off his worries* *swallows heavily and then nods slowly when David seems to be finished* Okay... I'll try... but... even if it's not my fault... I still want you to be okay... *sighs slightly and shrugs with one shoulder* Maybe today was a bit overdone and I'm sorry about that, but I still want you to tell me if something is annoying you or makes you feel uncomfortable, ok?

David: *runs his thumb over the back of Matteo’s hand as he squeezes his hand harder than usual so that he somehow relaxes* *smiles when Matteo says that he still wants him to be okay and continues to listen to him* *shakes his head slightly and interrupts him with a mumble* You don't have to apologize... *thinks that Matteo couldn't have known that it was bothers him and that he was actually just worried* *nods when Matteo finishes and says softly* Okay. *to make Matteo understand it better he quietly adds in explanation* You know, if you look at me anxiously with Jonas’ every touch or says the wrong word, you're making a big deal out of it. And then I somehow think it's a big deal and you also say that it wasn't a big deal... or no longer is... but when such big things are always in the room, then I can't get past this stupid feeling... *pulls his hand out of Matteo’s and gently strokes his cheek* *smiles* The thing with us is a big thing - I prefer to think about that...

Matteo: *listens to him and nods slowly* *somehow thought he had to give him some kind of immediate reassurance when something like this happened* *just realizes now that he's only making it worse* *nods again* Makes sense... yeah... it's no big deal, okay... I can do it. *smiles slightly and then even more as David strokes his cheek* *looks at him lovingly while saying* You loon... *leans forward and gives him a quick kiss* And now the nice topic!

David: *just smiles even more when Matteo calls him a loon and moves a little closer for the kiss * *grins when he wants to hear the nice topic, leans back again and shrugs his shoulders briefly* *thinks that it is not really worth mentioning, but still wants to get rid of it* Carlos really surprised me with his speech today... the speech about you... how you are, how you treat each other and all that... and that the guys really want me to be there and they don't mind if we sit on each other like that. *just shrugs a shoulder again and says* Okay, maybe it's not worth mentioning, but in this moment it somehow clicked for me that it's actually the case. *laughs softly* I would never have thought that he could make such a serious statement.

Matteo: *listens to him and automatically smiles when he understands what he’s talking about* Yeah, they are like that... the guys... can really surprise you. *plays with David's fingers again and then looks at him* And let me put it this way: It was not my idea to invite you into the chat *smiles a little* So good that it has clicked for you ... because they do not make friends with just anyone like that ... *grins and gives him a kiss* They already know who is good.

David: *smiles slightly when Matteo says it wasn't his idea to invite him into the chat and annoys him* No!? Now I'm disappointed... *but laughs and then nods exaggeratedly at Matteo's next words* *does not quite believe that the boys already know who is good, thinks it was more of a coincidence that they like him and it somehow fits* *turns back on his back and smiles to himself* The guys are definitely a reason why staying in Berlin is not the worst idea...

(next play)

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somekindoftuber · 5 years ago

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vld youtuber AU (klance, part 7)

hey so who’s up for some a n g s t

(content warning for this chapter: vomit)

“Favorite color?”

“Red.”

“Cool, mine’s blue. Um, favorite subject in school?”

“....Math?”

“Ew.”

“Lance,” Keith laughs over the mic. “You said no judgment. I was good at math.”

Leaning back, Lance pops his back. “Yeah, okay, fine. Mine was history.”

“Ew.”

They’d been sitting in the Overwatch menu screen for at least a half-hour, Keith indulging Lance in a question swap. “You know,” Keith says after taking a drink of his soda. “When I said we should get to know each other, I sort of expected something more.... Organic than 20 questions.”

“What, my methods aren’t free-range enough for you?” Lance joked, and Keith laughed loud at that one. “Well, you should know, Keith, that I have this tendency to focus on things that I want, and I don’t give up easily.”

Keith went silent for a second. “Things you want, huh?” His voice was low.

Lance felt the heat rush to his face. “U-um.”

“Sorry,” Keith said. “Too much?”

Lance chewed his lip. “Is it too much for you?”

Keith’s tongue clicked through the headphones over Lance’s ears, and when he spoke, his voice was almost sultry. “Nah. Besides, I can be pretty driven when I want something, too.”

Dear lord, this man was going to be the death of him. Now that they’d gotten their feelings out in the open, Lance was discovering a side of Keith he never knew existed - a bold, fearless, self-assured side. And holy shit, was it hot, if a little terrifying. Whatever reservations Keith had about flirting before now were long gone, and it would still throw lance for a serious loop to hear Keith directing low key innuendo at him.

“Here’s one for you,” Keith said. “When did you first play guitar?”

“Oh!” Lance grinned. “I was nine. I had already been playing the piano for two years, but it sort of bored me. I couldn’t get it to make the kind of sound I wanted, if that makes sense? Then my dad got his old acoustic guitar out of storage and got it repaired and restrung. When he played it, I knew it was the sound I’d been trying to find.” His eyes went misty as he remembered the first time he plucked one of the steel strings. “It sounded like heaven.”

“Wow,” Keith said after a minute.

“Your turn. How’d you know you wanted to be a pilot?”

Keith hummed. “I was always sort of an adrenaline junkie as a kid. Raced go-karts, ran track, got in trouble, did some free running. I… spent a lot of time in and out of foster care, which was a pretty numbing experience, so I think maybe I was looking for something to make me feel alive.”

Lance had no idea what to say to that, so he kept quiet.

“I went on a field trip to an air force museum with my school when I was thirteen,” Keith continued. “There was a reconstructed Grumman F-14 Tomcat on display, and when I looked at it, I just thought, I need to be in one of those.” He let out a little laugh. “That’s also where I met Shiro. Or, well, he met me. When I stole his car.”

Lance choked, beating his fist on his chest to get air back into his lungs. “Excuse me?”

Then Keith laughed long and loud. “Told you. Adrenaline junkie. I was a brat with something to prove.”

Lance stared at his computer screen. This was intense, and he had a feeling that he was only scratching the surface of who Keith really was.

-----

October began, and Lance was officially panicking. Because Keith’s birthday was at the end of this month and he really wanted to do something special for it. Now that they were hovering in some bizarre “not boyfriends yet” zone, Lance figured it wouldn’t be too much to maybe go a little further than he would for a friend.

He got out his guitar, a notebook, blank music sheets, and a pencil.

——-

Lance’s channel was gaining followers rapidly. He was no stranger to having an online following, but he had to change his notification settings on twitter to keep his phone from blowing up constantly. He pondered making a separate, locked account for himself, something his friends could follow where he could drop the YouTube persona.

He was sort of envious of Keith’s anonymity online.

And speaking of Keith, there was also the issue of a potential move to Springdale. Lance had looked up schools in the area, and the local community college had a music education program that he could afford. He’d closed his browser and walked away from his laptop after he had that confirmation and spent the next fifteen minutes pacing around the living room, running his hands through his hair until it was sticking up all over the place. It hadn’t felt real until that moment; before that, the idea of going back to school and pursuing an actual career had been just that -- and idea. But now? Now he couldn’t really make excuses anymore. It was all very much within his reach. He just had to muster up the courage to go for it.

Easier said than done.

Lance ended up stress eating half a carton of butter pecan ice cream by the time Pidge came home from class.

Lance posted more Overwatch videos in the meantime, held some more streams. His content was slowing down because he’d taken an extra shift every week at the cafe to save up money. He had no idea what his living situation was going to be come January, but it was safer to assume he’d be on his own and have the money to support himself.

He talked to Keith almost every day. They’d started using facetime, and that did a number on poor Lance’s heart, to get to see Keith’s face while talking to him. Keith was still unfarily, stupidly, irrevocably attractive, even when he was flushed and sweaty from working out or covered in grime from the garage. One time Keith had called when Lance was wearing a face mask, and Lance would have been embarrassed, if it wasn’t for the absolutely hilarious confusion that crossed Keith’s face at the sight.

“I’m kind of big on skin care, if you haven’t noticed.”

“Uh.” Keith’s thick eyebrows pinched together. “I hadn’t?”

Lance smiled as much as he could with the mask drying on his face. “Well, get used to it. It’s a packaged deal with me.”

Keith gave him a little grin then, and Lance nearly swooned.

Another night, as they were messing around in Overwatch, the topic of tattoos came up. “Do you have more than one? Tattoo, I mean,” Lance asked while they scrolled through servers.

“Just the one,” Keith answered. “I kinda want more, but I’m not sure what I’d get. You?”

“None.” Lance hummed. “How big is that lion, anyway? I could only see the top bit at the beach.”

“Not that big,” Keith answered. Then there was some shuffling from his end of the voice chat, and he went quiet for a second. Lance thought he heard a click.

“You okay over there?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just - gimme a sec - there.”

Lance’s phone buzzed at his side. He picked it up, the motion completely automatic, to see a new text. He used his thumb print to open it, and the entire universe ground to a screeching halt.

Because on the screen was Keith’s lion tattoo, in its entirety, the dark red ink carved neatly into Keith’s exposed hip. At the bottom of the frame, a thumb was hooked into the hem of a pair of sweatpants, pulling them down and away, and at the top, a dark gray shirt was rucked up to reveal a toned stomach. Lance’s heart might have stopped. There was so much skin, all smooth and milky, stretched over a sharp hipbone, the sweatpants pulled down just enough to reveal the tiny beginnings of dark hair below. Lance’s mouth watered.

“You still there?” Keith was asking, a smile in his voice, but Lance.exe had stopped working.

“Jesus Christo,” Lance breathed. “You -- you gotta warn me before you do that.”

He heard Keith huff a little laugh. “Sorry.”

Lance had the distinct impression that Keith wasn’t sorry at all.

-----

Lance might have pulled a few all-nighters in the course of the month. But he was running out of time, and he wouldn’t be satisfied until it was perfect. This was for Keith, for his birthday, and Lance absolutely did not half ass things like that.

Pidge just rolled her eyes at him and went back to her thesis, heedless of Lance’s internal crisis as she tapped away at her laptop.

He was finally, finally ready to record on the 18th. It took at least four tries to get one good take, and then he had to record backup vocals, additional guitar, piano. It took three days to get the song right, and he didn’t even have a video. A blank screen would have to do.

He set the video to post at 8:00am the next morning, October 23. He really, really hoped Keith would see it, and Lance listened to the song one last time before he went to bed.

I was wondering through, I’d never heard your voice You were just an idea on a screen I was belly up, dried up, a fish out of water Pretending that I could breathe air

But then I met you, and my world burst into color Where was I going before you came my way I don’t know, I don’t care, and I don’t think it matters I’m just so glad that I met you

I had no direction, you handed me a map And it’s pointing me your way I hope that’s alright, ‘cause I sort of can’t help it, You’re drawing me to you, and I don’t want to stop

Because my world is all color now that you’re in it So bright and beautiful, just like your smile And no matter what happens, I want you to know Darling I am so glad that I met you.

In the description, Lance wrote “happy birthday” with a heart emoji, then clicked “schedule video” and let the fates have it. He went to bed with a nervous jitter in his veins.

The next morning, Lance was still anxious as hell, so he went for a long run through the brisk autumn air. After five miles he came home and made some coffee, as it was brewing, his phone rang.

Keith’s number was on the screen.

Lance cleared his throat and picked up. “Hey Keith!” he started, happy that the words only shook a little bit. “What’s up?”

“Hey,” Keith answered. His voice sounded strange. “I, um. I saw the video you posted.”

Lance felt his whole body flash hot as he bit his lip. “Happy Birthday, Keith.”

There was shuffling on the other end of the line. “That was for me?”

“Yeah.”

Keith was quiet for a long time. Then a sudden wet sniffle came through, and Lance felt himself panic. “Keith?”

“Sorry,” Keith’s voice cracked. “Sorry, I just--” he broke off with another sniffle, louder this time. “I’m not used to that. To people doing nice things for me.”

Oh god. Lance had made him cry. And the sound was so sad that Lance felt his own eyes sting. “You okay?”

Keith laughed, the sound wet and strained. “Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. Just. Wow, Lance.”

“Get used to it,” Lance said softly. “I’m definitely the type for grand gestures.”

Another small laugh, then some more sniffling. “What did I do,” Keith whispered, “to deserve someone like you?”

Lance leaned against the counter top behind him, his heart hammering in his chest. “I ask myself that all the time.”

“Oh my god, stop,” Keith groaned, but Lance could hear a smile in his voice. “I have to go to work in an hour. How am I supposed to concentrate now?”

“You’re working on your birthday?”

Lance heard a grunt and the scrape of a chair. “I always do. My birthday’s never been a big deal to me. I think Shiro wants to barbeque tonight, though.”

The coffee maker beeped, and Lance poured himself a cup. “Would it be alright if I made it a big deal?”

Keith hummed. “If that’s what a big deal is to you, then I guess I’ll just have to get used to it, won’t I?”

“Yeah, I guess you will.”

-----

Pidge forwarded an email to Lance the next week. A science conference was being held in Charlotte at the end of the month, and she was going.

“I’ll probably be gone the whole weekend. I’m driving with some classmates, so you can have the apartment to yourself.” She waggled her eyebrows. “Or maybe have someone over.”

“Pidge,” Lance chided, rolling his eyes as she laughed into her coffee.

She was right, though. Lance could have someone over. Of course, there was only one ‘someone’ in mind - but would that be too fast? To ask Keith to come stay the weekend here? Alone with Lance?

His face went hot at the thought. A whole weekend alone with Keith.

They’d only been apart from each other for a little over a month, and facetime was nice and all, but Lance missed him. In person, Keith exuded this… energy that didn’t come through a phone line or internet connection. It was sort of intoxicating, making Lance want to get closer and closer. But would that be too much?

Lance mentally beat himself up for an hour before messaging Keith on discord about it.

LanceyLance Hey so Pidge is going out of town for a conference thing just after Thanksgiving. Would you want to come down here to chill? We can livestream or smth

Keith uh yeah I think that would be okay. what days

LanceyLance nov 28-30

Keith okay cool let me check some things and I’ll get back to you

Lance wondered if “almost throwing up from sheer nerves because I might get to spend a weekend alone with a hot boy” was a good reason to call into work. He went in for his shift anyway and was only slightly distracted. On his break, Lance checked his phone and found a new message from Keith on Discord.

Keith so that weekend looks okay, I put in for time off

LanceyLance cool!

Lance ruined the next three drinks, his heart in his throat.

Later that night, he got on a voice chat with Keith, his heart pounding despite him telling it over and over to calm the hell down.

“I was thinking we could do a livestream, maybe some Overwatch?” Lance said as he picked at a cuticle. “You could be my special guest.”

Keith did that little airy chuckle that made Lance shiver. “As long as you don’t ask me to sing.”

“No promises.” Biting his lip, Lance took a breath. He might as well ask. “You sure you’re okay with this? It’s not, like, moving too fast?”

Keith hummed. “No? I mean, I figured we were just gonna hang out… Why?” his voice dropped. “Did you have other plans?”

“No,” Lance squawked, cursing how his voice cracked. “No, I mean, you said you wanted to go slow, so I was just thinking we could just play some games, maybe watch a movie or go to the marina. That’s okay, right…?”

“Yeah,” Keith breathed, and Lance could hear the smile. “Yeah, that’s cool.”

A hot wash of embarrassment hit Lance, and he covered his face and groaned. Keith laughed a little. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Lance’s voice was muffled by his hands. “Yeah. I just -- jeeze. I must sound desperate or something.”

“It’s not just you,” Keith said softly. “I mean, same, I guess? I know I said I wanted to take this slow, but honestly, it’s turning out to be harder than I expected.”

The admission was unexpected and sent Lance’s blood pressure through the roof. He could already tell it was going to be a struggle to keep his hands to himself.

-----

One week until Keith’s visit. Pidge was packing her bag early and giving Lance absolute hell about it.

“Use protection,” she said, stuffing a shirt into a suitcase. Lance sputtered.

“Oh knock it off!” He shrieked. “He’s coming to hang out. That’s it!”

Pidge shot him a skeptical look as she folded a pair of jeans over her arm. “Sure, sure. Just do me a favor and disinfect any surfaces you decided to ‘hang out’ on.”

Lance threw up his arms in defeat, then went to his computer. He and Keith had already planned out their livestream, and decided it was close enough to make an announcement.

Lance! @lanceylance Hey everyone! Next Friday (11/28) I’ll be holding a livestream with special guest @k_redlion! Stream begins at 4pm eastern. Be there!!

Pidge left early Friday morning, and in the four hours until Keith was supposed to arrive, Lance did one of the most thorough cleanings of the apartment he’d ever done. He dusted, vacuumed, scrubbed and mopped, did laundry and the dishes, changed the sheets on his bed, washed the spare set of sheets for the pull out sofa.

Satisfied, he jumped in the shower and gave himself and equally thorough scrub down. He was all nerves as he dried off and dressed. He was admiring his handiwork in the living room when his phone buzzed.

Keith made it into town, be there in 10

Lance bounced on his heels and went outside to wait. After a few minutes, a dark blue sedan with Virginia plates pulled up and into a parking spot. The engine shut off, and the door opened to reveal Keith, in his leather jacket with his hair pulled up high.

“Nice car,” was the first thing that came out of Lance’s mouth. He internally groaned.

“Rental,” Keith said, closing the driver’s door and going for the back seat. “I love my bike, but five hours on it is a bit much, especially when it’s cold.”

Lance took Keith’s duffel bag for him and led him up to the apartment. He’d set up their streaming area in the living room where they’d be closest to the router.

“The stream isn’t for another three hours,” Lance said, setting Keith’s bag on the chair. “Wanna relax until then?”

Keith slipped out of his jacket, revealing a dark gray sweater that stretched nicely across his chest. “Sounds good. That drive is a little tiring.”

Once Lance had gotten them both glasses of water from the kitchen, they decided on YouTube fail videos, sitting next to each other on the couch, close, but not too close. Keith’s laugh was such a nice sound, and Lance couldn’t help but lean a little in his direction. After an hour’s worth of cats and people slipping and falling, Keith grunted, grimacing.

“You okay?” Lance asked.

Keith gave him a smile. “Yeah, my stomach’s kind of upset. That gas station poptart might not have been a good idea.”

Standing, Lance moved towards the kitchen. “I’ve got some pickled ginger in the fridge, would that help?”

Keith followed him. “Yeah, probably.”

As soon as Lance opened his fridge, horror dawned upon him. “I didn’t get us any stream snacks!”

“It’s not a big deal?” Keith said slowly. Lance handed him the jar of sushi ginger and shook his head.

“It totally is! We need proper junk food for streaming.” He pursed his lips and tapped his chin. “Are you okay if I hit the store? It won’t take long.”

Keith shrugged with the jar in his hand. “Yeah, I’m good. I’ll just hang out and rest.”

He showed Keith where the forks were, taking a little delight in seeing how Keith ate the ginger straight out of the jar just like he did, then grabbed his shopping bags. “I’ve got my phone, text me if you want anything!”

The drive to the store was short, and Lance sped through the aisles with a basket on his arm. Gourmet sodas, the nice veggie chips, lemon cream cookies, a package of fresh strawberries. He’d take Keith out for dinner, maybe Vinnie’s again. This weekend was going to be awesome.

On the way home, however, Lance got stuck in stand-still traffic - he could see just far enough ahead to tell there had been an accident. And there was nowhere for him to turn off to for another few hundred feet, so he was stuck. Frowning, he pulled out his phone and shot a text to Keith.

stuck in traffic, might be a little late

He put Pandora on his phone and turned up the volume, shifting his car into park.

By the time Lance made it back to the apartment, he’d been gone for more than an hour and a half. The living room was empty, but Lance went straight for the kitchen. The stream was set to start in 45 minutes, so they needed to start setting up. “Keith?” Lance called as he stashed the groceries in the fridge. “You good, man? We should get started soon.”

There was no answer.

“Keith?” Lance poked his head out of the kitchen. “You here?” He pulled his phone out of his pocket to see if he’d missed a text as he went towards the back of the apartment. Rounding a corner, Lance stopped. His phone clattered to the floor.

Just outside the bathroom, face down in the hallway, was Keith.

Lance slid on his knees towards him. “Keith!” Reaching for him, he turned Keith over, and gasped. His face was bright red, his eyes screwed shut. He was sweating profusely and burning up with a fever. “Keith!” Lance called again. “Hey, man, answer me!”

Keith’s eyes flickered. “L-lance?” he grunted, his voice weak. “It hurts, oh god Lance, it hurts so bad--”

Adrenaline was dumping into Lance’s bloodstream as he went into full panic mode. “What hurts? What’s wrong? Keith!” But Keith stopped responding, his breathing sounding wheezy and shallow.

“Shit,” Lance muttered, clutching Keith close to his chest. “Shit shit shit!”

His phone was five feet away. He should call 911. But who knows how long an ambulance would take and the hospital was five minutes away, he could get there faster on his own--

Lance had grabbed his phone and hoisted Keith into his arms before he realized it. And shit, Keith was heavy, making Lance stumble and lean against a wall more than once as he made it out of his apartment and to his car, where he dropped Keith on the back seat.

He’d never driven so aggressively in his life.

Lance screeched to a halt outside the ER doors, and barely managed to put his car in park. He opened the back door and pulled Keith out, hooking one of Keiths’ arms around his neck and half-carrying him inside.

“Hey,” he called out. “Hey, I need some help here--”

At his side, Keith made a choking sound, then curled in on himself and vomited.

The whole world became too fast and too slow. Several nurses ran up to them, pulling Keith away. A clattering gurney was brought out. As Keith’s limp body was hoisted on to it, Lance barely registered someone talking to him, asking him what happened.

“I don’t know,” Lance’s throat was closing. “I don’t know, he was fine two hours ago--”

More questions, but Lance couldn’t hear them. All he could focus on was Keith, unconscious on a hospital stretcher, disappearing down a hallway as nurses ran beside him.

TO BE CONTINUED!!

(don’t worry guys, Keith is gonna be fine!! But Lance doesn’t know that OvO)

#klance #youtuber AU

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Wake Up Call

warning: 2k of filthy phone smut

Your phone lit up on your nightstand as the clock indicated it was two in the morning. You snapped awake immediately, not that you were sleeping very well anyway.

There were only two possibilities—Shawn was missing home more than usual or someone had died. You prayed for the former.

Shawn was a few shows into his tour and he’d been away about two weeks. The time change was nothing crazy, only three hours, but sometimes he forgot that you had a life and needed rest, too.

A smile graced your lips as you saw his face lighting up the screen, which happened to be of a post-sex selfie taken a few months back. His hair was messy and eyes wild, the base of his neck ending just above the home button of your iPhone. Your thumb swept across the screen as you lifted the device to your ear, a soft “Hello?” escaping your lips.

“Baby,” he breathed, low and husky. You could tell he was needy by the tone of his voice and the hour he was calling.

“Shawn,” you replied, a lazy grin still plastered on your cheeks.

“Um, I’m sorry for waking you,” he spoke softly.

“No you’re not,” you giggled, heart swelling at the sound of his chuckle on the other end of the line.

“You’re right, I’m not.”

“What’s up, babe? Feelin’ down about something?” you asked as you propped up some pillows behind you and sat up in the large bed you usually shared with Shawn.

“Um, actually, no,” he giggled, “It’s kind of the opposite.”

“What?” you questioned, forehead crinkling in confusion.

“Babe,” he gulped, “I um, I need you.”

Heat spread between your thighs as you gawked at his words, switching the lamp on beside you.

“Well, I mean, you could come home and have me,” you teased, “because I’m all yours. Tell me, Shawn, what do you want--need--to do to me?” you asked innocently, wetness already pooling in your thin panties. It was rare that you did this over the phone, but he never failed to put you in the mood. As you awaited his response, you shimmied out of your underwear and rested atop the duvet, thighs spread.

“Um,” he croaked, taken aback by your sudden eagerness.

“Baby, I’m waiting. I’m naked, too. And I’m soaked,” you breathed, aware that you were driving him absolutely crazy. He groaned on the line, and you could only imagine that he was stroking his thick cock in his large hand, muscular thighs spread.

“Fuck, shit, okay,” he breathed, and you could hear him shifting. Probably slipping out of his boxers if he hadn’t already. “Um, fuck, baby, I uh, I want to fuck you.”

“How do you want me?” you breathed, hand slipping between your thighs as you teased your folds. No one turned you on more quickly than Shawn.

“Oh god, on your knees,” he groaned, “want your ass up so I can stare at those pretty cheeks while I fuck you,” he spoke lowly, a soft moan escaping his lips afterward.

“What else, Shawn?” you cooed, dipping a finger into your slick core, a whimper escaping your lips.

“Fuck, babe, are you touching yourself?” he asked surprisedly.

“Wish it was you touching me,” you groaned, bucking your hips up to meet your hand.

“Jesus,” he sighed, “I need to feel you, baby. Need your tight little cunt on my thick cock,” he growled, a wave of heat coursing through your veins. “Wanna fuck you so hard, want you to scream for me, for all the fuckin’ neighbours to hear,” he continued, and you were almost sure you could hear him pumping his shaft through the phone. “Want you to ride my fuckin’ face, come all over my tongue.”

“Fuck, Shawn,” you sighed, inserting another finger into your core. “Baby, have you started?”

“Uh, not really,” he spoke with a chuckle, “was kinda hoping you could help me out with that.”

“Mm, okay,” you smirked, settling back against the pillows, “let me tell you what to do.”

You heard him release a shaky breath and imagined him nodding his head.

“What are you wearing, Shawn?” you asked smoothly.

“Mm, nothing,” he responded, his smile evident in his tone. You were so fucked for each other.

“Perfect. Are your thighs spread for me?” you questioned.

“‘Course,” he said flatly, and your stomach turned at the mental image of those thick thighs resting on the sheets.

“Tell me, Shawn, are you hard? Are you hard for me?”

“Fucking throbbing, babe,” he groaned, “please.”

You closed your eyes, picturing his hardened length. You loved his rosy tip, and you were sure a beautiful pearl of precum was leaking down his shaft.

“Alright, baby, I want you to start with your left hand, okay?” you asked as he softly agreed, “cup your balls. Can you do that for me?”

He gulped, a soft “mmhm” escaping his lips.

“Okay, now with your right hand, I want you to trace your nails up and down your inner thigh, just like I do,” you smiled, knowing this would make him go wild.

“Babe, please,” he groaned as he rolled his balls in his hand.

“Think about me, Shawn,” you cooed, “think about my hands on you as you anticipate the feeling of my lips on you,” you spoke, earning a groan from him, “my hot breath on your cock before I take all of you into my mouth, yeah?” you teased.

“P-please,” he spoke, that seemingly being the only thing he could say. In the meantime, your middle finger took purchase on your clit and began drawing small circles over the sensitive bud.

“Okay, Shawn, I’ll give you what you want,” you breathed, “wrap your hand around the top of your shaft.”

“Alright,” he croaked.

“Squeeze a bit, I want you to twist your wrist while you pump your cock,” you stated, “only cover as much as I do when I suck it, babe.”

“Oh my god,” he groaned into the microphone, his breath growing more shaky.

“Miss my lips around your cock, baby?” you asked seductively, a responsive moan escaping his lips. “Move your hand to the base, baby. Faster, okay?”

He released another groan, this one louder as he pumped his length in his hand. You spread your wetness from your heat to your clit, adding a bit of pressure as you squirmed on top of the comforter.

“I can’t hear you, Shawn,” you pressed.

“Hm, w-what?” he asked.

“I can’t hear you. Moan for me,” you whispered, aching to hear his soft sounds once again.

“Oh, oh fuck,” he groaned, the sound of him pumping his cock audible through the line.

“Better. Now close your eyes and imagine I’m sitting on your dick,” you smirked, walls clenching at the noises coming from his throat. “That feel good, baby?” you asked, “feel good when I bounce on your cock like that?” you couldn’t believe the language escaping your lips, but it lit a whole new fire inside of you that you were dying to explore.

“God, yes, fuck,” he panted.

“Want you to fuck up into me, Shawn,” you mewled, “Harder.”

He was a moaning mess over the line, a string of profanities escaping his sinful lips.

“How’s it feel, baby?” you asked, longing to hear him struggle to speak.

“F-feels so, so good, babe,” he panted, voice on the verge of cracking, “I miss you, fuck, I miss your mouth and that tight little pussy.”

Your stomach twisted, a pulse throbbing in your clit as you felt yourself getting close.

“More, Shawn,” you groaned, “need more.”

“I’ll give you more, baby,” he panted, an array of moans escaping his lips as he fucked his hand. You stopped your assault on your heat, an idea overcoming your senses.

“Yes, Shawn, fuck me,” you whispered, a wicked grin spread across your lips.

“Uh, ah, fuck, babe, baby I’m so close,” he grunted, volume increasing.

“That’s it, Shawn, right there,” you teased.

“Fuck, babe, that’s it, m’gonna come,” he panted, soft moans escaping his mouth.

You took a deep breath, cursing yourself for what you were about to do.

“No you’re not,” you spoke flatly.

“W-what?” he asked, movements coming to a sudden halt.

“Not gonna come, Shawn.”

“W-what do you mean? What the f-“ he started, but you cut him off.

“Not allowed to come until you make me come,” you breathed, a hand slipping between your thighs again. He released a shaky breath, and you were positive a devilish grin was stretched over his cheeks.

“Hm, okay, baby,” he spoke, voice low and raspy, “you want me to make you come?”

“S’what I asked for,” you snapped with a roll of your eyes.

“Don’t get smart,” he scolded, “need you to be a good girl for me.”

You took a deep breath, smiling at his words. That was exactly what you wanted.

“What’s that, sweetheart? I didn’t hear you,” he pressed, both of you aware that you hadn’t said a word.

“M’sorry,” you spoke, imagining his hand coming down on your ass, hard.

“That’s better,” he grinned, “so wet for me.”

“You wouldn’t know,” you teased, a laugh audible through the phone.

“You’re always wet for me,” he breathed, causing your stomach to twirl again. His confidence in bed was the biggest turn-on. “What do you want, babe? You want my mouth?” he cooed.

“Mm, fuck, yes,” you whimpered, suddenly weakened at the thought of him having his way with you.

“Fair enough,” he smirked, “want you to use your fingers the way I use my tongue. Can you do that, princess?” he asked softly.

“Mhm,” you nodded, aware he couldn’t see you moving your head in agreement.

“Just your middle finger, okay?” he asked, “trace it up your slit, okay, love?”

You did as he instructed, releasing a loud moan at the sudden contact.

“You sound so good, baby,” he spoke softly, “want you to rub your clit, okay? Gently, just like I do with my tongue.”

You groaned as your finger softly flicked your clit back and forth, trying your best to replicate the tip of his tongue.

“That’s it, baby, just like that,” he cooed, “so good for me. Speed up a bit,” he spoke, a little out of breath. You knew he was pumping himself again, moving closer to the edge. You whimpered in response, a wave of warning shooting through your abdomen as you neared release.

“Not yet, honey,” he insisted, “I love your taste too much. Tell me, can you add another finger?”

You did as you were asked, adding your index finger to your assault on your clit.

“How’s it feel?” he asked.

“Fuck, Shawn, so fucking good,” you panted, thighs beginning to tremble.

“You close?” he questioned, a moan also escaping his lips.

“Fuck, yes, Shawn,” you whispered, throwing your head back at the feeling of your fingertips swirling around in your wetness.

“Good, baby, I want you to come with me,” he groaned, “think you can?”

“Mhm,” you panted, adding the pressure you needed to throw yourself over the edge.

“Fuck, baby, now,” he cried, “come with me.”

His loud moans echoed through the speaker as your walls clenched, relief washing over your body. Your chest heaved as you fought to catch your breath, muscles spent from the intensity of your orgasm.

“You okay?” he asked, sounding as if he were smiling again.

“Yeah,” you grinned, pulling your underwear back up your thighs, “are you?”

“Still miss you,” he sighed, “I gotta go clean up, though. It’s all over my stomach.”

You giggled, “Okay, baby, have fun with that. I’ve gotta be up in a few hours for work, though.”

“I know,” he groaned, shuffling noises filling your ear. He turned the tap on, clearly tidying himself up.

“Call me when you wake up?” you questioned.

“Of course, love. Goodnight,” he replied.

“Night, babe,” you responded, hanging up the phone and climbing out of bed. Little did he know, you had a flight to catch in a few hours and would be there when he woke up.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes imagine #imagine shawn mendes #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes au #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes x reade

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my-words-are-light · 6 years ago

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Doggone Winter Days

So I follow @airisubaka and he’s recently made a lot of art for something he’s working on: a story about a wolf girl, Vera, who was abandoned at birth but adopted by a noble fox family. She’s the sweetest little thing so I wanted to write something featuring her. So here’s an incredibly premature Christmas story. Enjoy!

In one of the spire’s many lounge rooms, Evelyn sits on one of the two sofas. The other sofa is occupied by her four daughters; three foxes and a wolf. For being such a cold time of the year, today’s surprisingly warm. No one bothered to light the fireplace here, as a result. “My daughters, as you know, Huxian Day is upon us.”

Vera, Val, Eileen, and Noriko are very aware of this. Of the many celebrations in the dominion, Huxian Day is undoubtedly the most popular, although its sacred nature has been rather commercialised in recent years. Lady Huxian, after who the day is named, was known for cultivating the land that the foxes rule. As a result of her actions, she was said to have granted prosperity, property, and eternal bliss to all who shared her land. But she’s not even the star of the day in recent years; Santa Cernunnos, who isn’t even related to any story of Huxian, is known for bringing gifts to good boys and girls once a year, which fuels a great big market for end-of-year sales of toys and what have you.

Vera, the only wolf in the room (and the tallest by a far margin), always looks forward to Huxian Day and hearing her mother talk about it makes her want to wag her tail. Being adopted into a noble fox family doesn’t save her from being rigorously trained to be a royal, including suppressing any undignified tail wagging. No wonder she always likes being treated. Not that they don’t have servants and aid aplenty but they’re just on the job; Vera wants to be looked after and cared for with no strings attached.

“As usual,” starts Evelyn, “while Huxian Day is lacking in festivals and families stay inside their homes to celebrate instead, that does not mean you can simply coast along. Responsibility is an eternal labour for us and you have an example to set to the common people. There are no festivals but there are still smaller events throughout the month.” She turns to Noriko. “Noriko, you…”

Whatever firm tone Evelyn had at that point escapes her as she realises that Noriko won’t hear a word of what she says, for she is fast asleep.

“… must be joking,” Evelyn sighs. “Well, whatever. I’ll tell her when she wakes up. Eileen, you have a rather simple responsibility this year. Your father is returning home after many months abroad and you are to aid him in his own jobs.”

“Wait, do we actually have a dad?” asks Vera. “I haven’t seen him at all.”

“We do. You don’t,” answers Val with a sadistic glare in her eyes. “You’re just a street mutt we picked up off the street.”

“Ahem,” Evelyn clears her throat, getting the attention of both of them. “Val, I have a greater responsibility for you. You shall—”

A thud on the roof cuts her off.

“What was that?” asks Eileen.

Before anyone can answer, a red fox guard runs into the room, saluting at Evelyn. “Oi, Maj! Some bloody fat mossie’s ploppin’ its arse on the slate!” she calls.

Evelyn blinks. “What?”

“Someone is on the roof!”

“Yes, I figured.” Evelyn casts her arm out with authoritative declaration. “Assemble the guards at the windows. Stop the intruder from breaking in!”

“Right, Maj!” The guard turns and leaves before anyone can stop her, leaving the rest of her response to get more distant in seconds. “I’ll round the rushies at a lookin’ in a wom’s shake of a pebble...!”

Eileen rubs the top of her ear. “I have no idea what she says. Why did we hire her?”

“Spite,” says Evelyn. “Anyway, it seems we have an intruder. Keep away from the windows and let the guards handle it. Stay here until they arrive; they should only be moments away.”

“But how could anyone get onto the roof of the spire before being detected?” asks Val.

“We’ll figure that out when we catch them. In the meantime, stay safe and don’t do anything foolish. The dominion will be worse off if something happens to you.”

“Um…” Vera raises her hand. “Maybe I can—”

“You will not join the guards,” Evelyn cuts her off. “Just wake up Noriko and do as I tell you—”

The four of them hear a rumbling and a shaking from above the empty fireplace.

Eileen quivers and shrinks, ducking behind the tall and muscular Vera. “What’s going on…?”

“How did they get into the chimney?!” barks Evelyn.

The shaking stops but the rumbling rapidly drops down the chimney. The family barely knows how to react before something lands at the bottom of the fireplace, kicking out dust on impact. Fortunately, the fireplaces in the spire are well-kept so the dust didn’t fly far onto the carpet. It’s a manageable clean.

But the something that dropped down and made the mess in the first place, upon closer inspection, is actually a someone. Evelyn, Vera, Val, and Eileen are baffled at seeing an actual person drop down their chimney into the fireplace. Someone who is rather rotund and with a thick white beard and large antlers, wrapped in wires and colourful lights. They wore in a thick red coat with matching pants and dangling hat, all of which were lined with white fur. He’s also wearing white gloves and thick black boots.

“Ooh ooh ooh…” He winces as he rubs his backside. “You’d think I’d get used to that at some point…”

Grunting, the mysterious red reindeer stands up. He blinks as he stretches and only then does he see the family before him looking as shocked as one can get. “Oh! Sorry for the intrusion!” He chuckles.

The rattling of armour sounds in the hallway and comes closer and closer until it stops right outside the door. A single guard, a sneering hyena, has just arrived. “Looks like the intruder’s come to us, ladies! In positions around—” But that’s all she’s able to get out before other guards appear, who are cursed with inertia and crash into the hyena, knocking all of them out of sight.

Eileen peeks more out from behind Vera at the reindeer. “Are you Santa Cernunnos…?”

All eyes widen at the name. Saint Cernunnos isn’t related to Huxian but they have similar roles; Cernunnos brings gifts in much the same way as Huxian does but by barging right into the homes of good boys and girls and placing them under a tree. Or so the legend goes; no one knows why anyone would have a tree in their house.

“Oh ho ho!” Santa laughs. “Yes indeed, that is me!”

Although Eileen suppresses a delighted squeal, Vera can feel it against her back.

Val draws a foot back, her eyes narrowing at this ‘Santa’. “Last I checked, your day hasn’t come yet. So why are you here so early?”

Santa rubs the back of his head. “A fair question, one of the fairest of them all. But it’s not official business, I’ll have you know.” All of a sudden, Santa stops rubbing his head and starts stroking his beard instead. “Actually, scratch that. This is rather official, yes, perhaps…?”

Evelyn glares at him. “You try my patience, buck. Get to the point.”

Noriko snores.

But Santa is in no way disturbed by Evelyn’s demands. “Oh yes, of course, my apologies. I’m not delivering gifts right now, no; that’s still on Huxian Eve. But…” Santa pulls a folded piece of paper from the pocket of his coat, “I did receive one letter that touched me so. I believed I should answer it post-haste.”

He unfolds the letter and begins to read. “‘Dear Santa, I have a lot of things many people don’t so there is little for me to ask for. But there are still some things money can’t buy me or anyone else can get me. For Huxian Day, could you please pat my head? Sometimes I feel lonely but getting my head pat or my tummy rubbed makes me happy. Sincerely, Vera.’”

Wide eyes from Evelyn, Val, and Eileen zero in on Vera, who was blushing and frozen still as soon as Santa started reading the letter.

Santa puts down the letter and smiles at Vera. “Goodness, dear, I felt rather upset reading that. You have such a wonderful home and plenty of loving family, yet you still have those sad moments.”

Santa walks up to Vera. As tall as she is, he manages to stand on the tips of his boots and reach up to the top of her head to give it a nice rub. “You have been such a good girl this year. Your family is very fortunate to have you and your friends’ lives are all the more enriched for knowing you. You have treated them so wonderfully and I have no doubt you will continue your generosity and love. If anyone embodies Huxian Day, it’s you.”

Vera can’t help it; hearing his words and having her head rubbed by such a nice warm hand means she has no control over the perking of her ears and the eager wagging of her tail. She smiles brightly and warmly, her lip quivering, while keeping her eyes tightly shut.

“And there we go,” says Santa as he pulls away with a wink. “As much as I would love to rub your head for the rest of the day, I’m afraid I have other matters to attend to. You have a good Huxian Day, you hear?”

Vera opens her eyes and sniffs, her lip still quivering. She nods fervently.

“Hey, old man!” calls a voice from the roof. “Hurry up in there! I need to beat the snot out of Cupid back home!”

“Shut up, Donner! I’ll be up when I feel like it!” Santa tuts and turns back to the girls, smiling sadly. “Sadly, he does have a point. It’s time for me to go.”

Eileen meekly extends a hand out from behind Vera and waves. “Bye, Santa.”

Evelyn, for once in this entire encounter, smiles. “It was very nice to meet you. I look forward to your visit on Huxian Day.”

“As do I, my lady. As do I.” Santa gives a nice bow.

The guards groan from outside the door to the right.

Santa turns to the chimney and begins walking— “Oh, I almost forgot!” he exclaims all of a sudden. “Val, I have something for you as well!”

Val’s eyes perk up. “Really?” she asks with a genuinely surprised tone, with hints of anticipation and wonder mixed in. “What is it?”

Santa yanks a lump of coal from his other coat pocket and pitches it right in the middle of Val’s forehead with enough force to knock her down onto the sofa and then tip it over.

“You have been very naughty this year!” says Santa. “I thought I would get this out of the way before Huxian Day so I can save some time when I’m delivering actual gifts!”

“Hey!” Evelyn growls, stepping between Val and Santa. “I don’t care who you are nor what Val has done; anyone, and I literally mean anyone, who wants to hurt my children is going to deal with me!”

“You’re baring your fangs, as clearly I see! So now it’s time I flee the scene! Cernunnos is fleeing...” Santa takes one more step back and somehow slips right up the chimney, “...this town!”

Evelyn is left looking dumbfounded, much like Eileen. Val is not as she is still sitting up, rubbing her head where the coal struck her.

Vera, however, is still giddy from the head patting.

“Vera.”

The giddiness goes down faster than Vera’s smile. She looks up at her mother standing before her, crossing her arms and looking… well, not disappointed. Not angry, either. Too gentle to be interrogatory too but, all the same, Evelyn looks like she wants answers in a non-hostile way.

“Why didn’t you simply ask me to pat your head?” she asks. “Why mail Santa for that?”

Vera’s smile falls, as does her gaze. “Well, I…” Vera pauses. She almost says ‘That’s because’ and some other filler words but she remembers her training on not fumbling when speaking. “You’ve always disapproved a lot of things I do. I just thought… you wouldn’t like it if I did that either. I thought you’d figure it’d be absurd.”

Evelyn’s eyes widen ever so slightly and the corners of her mouth dip further. “Vera...”

The two of them are silent for a moment. Vera knows not to interrupt her mother.

Then Evelyn places her hand on Vera’s shoulder. She raises her other hand to the top of her adopted daughter’s head and gives it a gentle rub. Vera’s eyes widen and her ears perk up, but only slightly. “I will admit,” says Evelyn, “that you have habits you need to work on. But there is never anything wrong with wanting to be loved…” She kisses Vera on the cheek, “… and I love you so much, ever since the day I first found you. I hope you never forget that.”

When Evelyn pulls away, she’s smiling at Vera. Vera doesn’t return the gesture; her face is stuck in surprise, complete with wet and trembling eyes.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Evelyn says with a giggle. “You’re all dismissed. We’ll talk more after dinner tonight.”

“Right. Right! Bye, mum! I love you!”

Vera turns around and quickly speeds out of the room, completely oblivious to Eileen’s wailing as she clings on her back throughout it all.

Evelyn dusts her hands. She turns to her right and raises an eyebrow at Val, who’s crossing her arms as she looks at the door Vera just passed through. She still had a massive red mark on her face from the coal but Val was far too proud to admit that still hurt. “Now why are you scowling?” she asks her daughter.

Val scowls. “It’s pathetic. She can get anything she wants and she asks to get pat on the head like a pet. She doesn’t deserve to be here if she’s going to act like such a baby. Honestly, getting a headpat is so demeaning...” And then she sets her disgusted sights on her own mother. “And you enabled her.

Evelyn smiles and pats Val’s head in turn. “So let’s make sure you’re not left out, then.”

Val’s expression furrows the best she can manage but her ears and tail still rise at the contact. “What did I just say?”

“That this is degrading?”

“Yes.”

Evelyn takes her hand away.

“I didn’t say stop.”

Evelyn almost smiles as she pats her daughter’s head again. Despite her pouting face and crossed arms, Val’s ears stand and her tail wags.

#character: vera #character: val #character: eileen #character: noriko #character: evelyn #santa claus #christmas #merry christmas #fanfiction #airisubaka #kenomomimi #other people's ocs #writing #personal writing

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varaeya · 6 years ago

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Reya plays Midnight Cinderella: It’s like that restaurant where you don’t remember much about the meal but at least you didn’t hate it?

Yeah, that’s Albert’s route.

Confused? Check out the masterpost. Previous update? Over here.

I don’t have much time to write this but I really want this up before the weekend AND I honestly don’t remember much about the route anyway SO let’s see what I’ll actually word vomit out.

I think my biggest impression of Albert is that he was designed to be the geek/Spock trope option of the bachelors ‘cause glasses and awkwardness. Except that they failed. Yes, he has glasses. Yes, he’s awkward with his emotions. That’s about it. I don’t know whether or not I should be happy that they failed to fulfill the trope.

{Image: Closeup of a disapproving Albert by the grand staircase that leads to the entrance of the palace. It is nighttime. The narration text reads, “His eyes were cold as he stared down at me.”}

That picture happens when our princess tries to sneak out right after she’s been chosen princess elect ‘cause she wants to explain what happened to her student Matilda (CYBIRD NAMED SOME RANDOM SIDE CHARACTERS IN A SIDE STORY COMPLETELY IRRELEVANT TO THE MAIN STORY BUT THEY COULDN’T BOTHER TO NAME THE STUDENT THAT’S MENTIONED IN EVERY ROUTE so I named her because names have power). This time around, our protagonist trips into Al’s arms. He knows who she is but she has no idea who he is. He accompanies her on her carriage ride to town because I guess the writer(s) needed an excuse for him to berate Aria in a manner that shows how stoic he is because geeks/nerds don’t know how to effectively express their emotions and empathise with the opposite gender, amirite

{Image: Closeup of a disapproving Albert inside a carriage. He’s saying to Aria, “Taking risks by acting on fleeting emotions is not something a ruler should ever do.”}

They totally tried to model Albert after the “Spock” stereotype. Here’s why I think they failed: there isn’t much to differentiate him from the other bachelors apart from getting embarrassed easily and being awkward with his emotions. He works hard? So does every other bachelor. He knows a lot of stuff? So does every other bachelor. There’s nothing terribly interesting or relateable about Albert. He’s just a more awkward, stern version of the bachelor clones. Therefore, I shall dub him the Wannabe Geek. Al, you could’ve been so much more interesting. Alas.

Anyway, to Aria’s credit, she actually rebuts Albert, saying, “If I know that that [sic] my actions will hurt someone I loved, but I do nothing to prevent that hurt from happening--then I believe that I have failed not just as a princess, but also as a person.” Not a terribly well-crafted argument on why she wants to visit Matilda, but as I’ve mentioned before, that’s okay. She doesn’t have to start off being perfect at debating. Also, @cyikemen do you need a copy editor? I don’t charge much >.>

Wannabe Geek is surprised by Aria’s response because?? Has he never had anyone disagree with him before? Pretty sure Nico disagrees with him all the time, not sure why he’d be surprised by the princess talking back.

The main conflict of this route is that, excuse me while I get myself some alcohol. Yes, that’s it. The main issue is that I wasn’t drunk enough while playing MidCin. I mean, drink responsibly, folks.

The main conflict is that um, I forget. Hang on. Er, there’s, uh, this small but vocal group in Wysteria that’s completely opposed to any relations with Stein and will go to any lengths to make sure the two countries have nothing to do with each other. I think.

So, like, I vaguely remember mildly enjoying the first half of Al’s route and... I’m drawing a blank here. I think I kind of liked the first part of the story because of this:

{Image: One of the special pictures you get in the story. This one is a closeup of a concerned and blushing Albert holding Aria to his chest. The narration text reads, “Albert’s fingers twined in my hair, gently pulling me towards him.”}

I’m not sure why I like this pic. I suspect it’s because it actually looks like the Albert character sprite. I don’t know what it is about the other special photos in the game that make the bachelors look like aliens masquerading as the bachelor they’re trying to imitate (I’m looking at you, Byron the Babyface). This is not just a cybird issue; lots of other VNs have this problem.

*squints* Hey, waitaminute, Al’s usually wearing gloves, where are his gloves in that CG?? Maybe I’m wrong but I don’t remember him taking them off in this scene?

That pic happens during the princess coronation ceremony. Some Wysterian dude is mighty upset that the king of Stein is there and tries to attack. Aria sees him approaching the Steiners and runs over to try to stop him because we’ve very clearly established that our protagonist has no common sense whatsoever. Wannabe easily neutralises the threat and guards take the dude away. Al notices Aria trembling and holds her, then awkwardly lets her go when she calms down. In the meantime, peeps be going bonkers ‘cause of the attack.

{Image: Closeup of Albert in the town square. On the right is a grand church and on the left is a grand building of sorts. There is multicoloured confetti everywhere. Albert is saying to Aria, “You are the only one who can calm this uproar.”}

Now, I keep saying that MidCin should show rather than tell, and here’s one example of them telling instead of showing:

{Image: Text of Aria saying, “Please, everyone! Please calm down. I realize there’s been a small incident, but everything is under control now.”}

{Image: Narration text that reads, “I continued to speak reassuringly until the entire crowd was calm.”}

Apart from her initial words, we don’t actually get to see how our princess calms the crowd. We don’t get to see what she said to reassure everyone. Then not long after, she is praised for how well she calmed the crowd, if I remember correctly. Stuff like this happens all the time, which irks me to no end.

This is why I much prefer Cinderella Phenomenon. The protagonist does things. I won’t spoil the story but I have to say that one of my favourite CGs from an otome is a scene in Cinderella Phenomenon that really showcases protag in action and subsequently her growth as a character. Except for a few instances, we’re only told that Aria’s become a better princess. That’s terrible storytelling.

I gotta wrap this up for today but before I go, have an outfit pic:

Also, also, thanks for putting up with my inconsistent posting! I really do appreciate those of you who’ve stuck around and actually read what I have to say! <3

*UPDATE* Next post is up!

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littlewatty · 7 years ago

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// Another new follower prompt. 11/14 to go. One I’ve finished but it’s scheduled to post later this week, just to make you guys wait. Not sorry one bit. Have to let the angst sit and stew for a while! In the meantime, have some Shakarian.

Grounded. They might as well say stranded. Stuck on your own damn ship by your own damn people, Rita might as well have been left on an island with nothing but a single shot pistol. Throwing a fist into her locker to vent the frustrations, she slumped down to the ground in the mess, ignoring the looks from what few crew remained on board. Many of them left her to her peace, picking up what they had and retreating up the stairs. All but one.

“Commander, are you alright?”

“Just bureaucratic bullshit like always, Vakarian. Nothing new.”

Considering his long and lanky legs, Garrus thought it better to lean on the wall than to attempt to find a seat next to her. He’d only embarrass himself. “The Council’s leaving you out to try again, huh?”

“All of the official channels have long since been closed. I can’t get anyone to talk to me.”

“You’re a Spectre, Shepard. You going to take that sitting down?”

She snorted at his jest, but made no motion to stand and prove him wrong. It’d been too long of a day, she was tired, and the Council was letting their favorite operative win - even if they did remove his Spectre status.

“Guess we just sit around and wait for Saren and the Reapers to show up, huh? Does your room at least have a view?”

“Hilarious. I don’t know what else I can do here, Vakarian. The Normandy is the only ship that can keep up with Saren, and she’s locked down, Council orders supersede the Alliance and whatever we might think. I just… I need to figure this out.”

“I’m here for you, Shepard. Even if we’re stuck watching from the sidelines. But somehow I think you won’t let it stop there. Whatever you do, I’m there by your side.”

“Thanks, Vakarian, but I don’t need a salute from you. Anyone on the crew will give me that.”

“It, ah, wasn’t a salute, Commander. I’m with you. No matter what.”

“Thank you, Vakarian.” When he offered out his hand, she grabbed hold, and found herself yanked up to her feet. More force than she expected, crashing her right into his chest. There was a mix of strange emotions, seeing him from this angle, the awkward twitch of his mandibles as he was thinking, the silence hovering between them. But a face entered her mind, someone she’d cared about, and now someone she’d lost, and it made her step away.

“Sorry, Commander, I forget how light you humans are. Won’t happen again.”

“Sorry to interrupt, Commander, got a message from Captain Anderson.” Joker’s voice buzzed over the PA system. Perfect timing as ever.

“Lay it on me, Joker.” Maybe Anderson would have a plan for getting them off this station.

“Archangel?”

A single shot fired from the turian’s rifle, adding another mercenary to his tally. He stepped back from the ledge, exhaustion hanging on his shoulders, weariness evident in every step he took towards the crates. Shepard had gotten involved just in time if this was the state he was in.

The rifle, she noticed, was familiar. An old Black Widow, tick marks on the side for major kills under his belt, an impressive number… an a habit she knew from one Turian in particular.

“Shepard.” He took off his helmet, resting it on his knee as he leaned forward. “I thought you were dead.”

“Garrus!” Ignoring the Cerberus lackeys behind her, Rita ran forward a few steps, arms out to the side, her voice hitching with emotion. The first familiar face she’d seen since she woke up. Maybe things wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Garrus started pacing around the room, rubbing his hands together. He was nervous about something. Rita watched him from where she sat, a smirk playing on her lips. Whatever this story was, she had to hear it, if it was making him this antsy.

“I remember right before one mission… we were about to hit a batarian pirate squad. Very risky. This recon scout and I had been at each other’s throats. Nerves, mostly. She suggested we settle it in the ring.”

“Aw, Vakarian, you wouldn’t hit a woman, would you?” she teased, leaning back against the wall.

“Actually… she and I were the top ranked hand to hand specialists on the ship. I had reach, but she had flexibility.” A curious way of phrasing it that made her eyebrow quirk up. An expression that was entirely lost on the turian. “It was brutal. After nine rounds, the judge called it a draw. There were a lot of unhappy betters in the training room. We, uh…” he coughed, hesitating to go on, “ended up holding a tie breaker in her quarters. I had reach, but she had flexibility. More than one way to work off stress, I guess.”

And there it was. Rita laughed quietly to herself, shaking her head. It was a long time ago that it might have even crossed her mind that she’d be hearing about Garrus’ escapades in the turian military. Let alone talking about flings he had in the past. But it did make something else resurface. An idea she’d long buried, but now had no reason to.

“You’re sounding a little nervous, Vakarian. Stress, maybe? I’m sure I could help you out there.”

“I, uh, didn’t think you’d feel like sparring, Commander.”

Dense. Not unlike human men, and it made her laugh as she stood and took a few steps closer. “No sense in wasting all the effort just to end up at a tie breaker anyway… So why not just skip all that effort. You’ve got the reach. I, perhaps, might have the flexibility.”

“O-oh, I didn’t, um, hrm…” The poor man’s mind must have shorted out as he trailed off. “Never knew you had a weakness for men with scars. Would have saved me a lot of effort.”

“What was that?” Honestly it might have been just a teenie bit of a surprise that he’d been trying to woo her in the past… maybe just a little.

“Ahm, uh… Nothing. There’s no one in this galaxy I respect more than you, is all.”

Sure, this could just be a one time stress relief, but maybe she should stick around… Garrus was one of the only people in this galaxy she still trusted. She moved closer to him, brushing a hand over the scars that covered half his face. It made him flinch, but not too far. “You’re sweet.”

“If we can figure out a way to make it work, then… yeah. Definitely.”

A little coaxing and she managed to lean him in closer, almost to eye level, and smiled. “Good. I look forward to it.” Kissing a turian was not all it was cracked up to be, hard exoskeleton, and cold, but the surprise that lit up his expression and stalled out his words made it all worth it. “You know, it helps if you put your hands on my waist. I’d rather not do all the work.” Her wink seemed to wake him up, hands moving to where she said, but she couldn’t hold back the laugh.

“I… I guess I have some research to do.”

“If that’s what you’re going to call it, sure. Just don’t rack up a bill, and if you do, I’m sure Joker will cover it for you. I’ll talk to you later, Vakarian.”

The door hissed shut behind her as she left, and Rita could have sworn she’d never felt so… alive.

#mass effect #garrus vakarian #commander shepard #shakarian #femshep #writing #rita shepard

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adrienaline-rushed-art · 8 years ago

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Tomato Soup and Lemon Zest: Touche, Pussy Cat!

Rating: Teen

Chapters: 5/5

ao3 fanfic 1 - 2 - 3 - 4- 5

NOTES: "I'm just tryna get my head around, wtf is happening *clap clap, clap*" "I'm just tryna get my head around, wtf is happening *clap clap, clap*" - lol

I was reminded of OK Go for some reason.Did anyone get the reference in the title? No? Ok...

That's a wrap!Well.. ok that's a lie. I'm probably gonna do drabbles for this and make it a series. But for now, a break, I've got to finish Maid for It and Charming Spell first.In the meantime, I hope you enjoy! Please leave reviews!

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It had now been 2 months of constant training. Nathaniel was already starting to become toned. He was gaining endurance and strength he'd never heard of - though, they still didn't meet the athletic standard - he was at a good place where he could probably excel in a P.E. class. And his teacher noticed, too.

He often hid behind other students so that the teacher would forget about him long enough to last through to changing time without doing a thing. Recently he was confident enough to give the activities and sports a shot. He wasn't half bad. Not skilled, but not trailing behind his team while chasing a ball and wheezing. Not strategic, but not standing frozen like a deer in headlights waiting for the other team to steal the ball. Adrien was his only issue. When he was on the opposing side he was nervous and when he was on the same side he preferred to pass everything to Adrien and just watch. It was far too stressful knowing Adrien was watching him play… and he was watching a lot.

Nathaniel had achieved a lot with his dedication. It was time to move on to the main goal. Fencing.

"I'm proud of you, Nath," Chat handed half of his baton over to Nathaniel, "You're finally ready."

Nathaniel smiled shyly, studying the baton in his hands. "Yeah, well, I'm not close to the finish line as far as my coordination goes."

"That's what I'm here for," Chat smiled at him in a caring way Nathaniel wasn't familiar with.

"Right?" Chat continued, "Otherwise you could've done all of this on the internet."

Nathaniel shook his head. "No, I wouldn't have stuck to this if it had been from the internet. The only reason I'm trying is because it's you- I mean because you're- Imeanitsnoteverydayasuperheroofferstojustshowyouhowtofightand-"

Chat laughed. "I get it, you love me, nothing to be shy about."

When Nathaniel stopped to gawk at him, Chat swallowed hard and began to regret the existence of his mouth.

"Oh. Uhh.. I, um sorry, I didn't know you actually…?"

Nathaniel stopped Chat nervously. "No, it's fine! You just caught me off guard, oh was that a joke? AHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Yeah…" Chat's smile was strained, and his smile was stiff, "A joke."

"Anyway…" Nathaniel tried to hide his disappointment.

"Right, back to stance."

Chat Noir moved Nathaniel around again until he was positioned correctly. Nathaniel tried moving forward as instructed.

"You're putting too much weight on one side and you're leading with the wrong foot," Chat stood behind Nathaniel, trying to help him shift his weight and grabbing his wrist to raise the staff higher.

Nathaniel tried again. He got the leading foot right but his balance was even worse.

"Try to be on the balls of your feet instead of your toes."

Chat continued to give Nathaniel the best advice he could until he finally was alright at it.

"I feel like a crab," Nathaniel finally said.

Chat laughed, "Yeah, I know.. And look you have red hair too."

"Not all crabs are red, you know," Nathaniel pulled at his bangs to stare at them.

"I know…"

"There are purple ones too."

"You've got purple pants on."

Nathaniel glared down at his pants. "Oh my god, you're right. I'm an actual crab. How many nicknames am I gonna get? Tomato, Little Red Riding Hood, now what… Mr. Krabs?"

"Now, now, don't get crabby about it," Chat grinned.

Nathaniel shot daggers at Chat. "Teach me how to fight already so I can kick your ass!"

Chat shot his hands up defensively. "Hey, I thought you liked puns?"

"I never told you that…" Nathaniel squinted at Chat.

"Ah, nevermind, you're right… I must've been thinking of Ladybug or something. Hey, but, aren't nicknames kinda nice, though? They're cute… well except for Mr. Krabs, but trust me that's not gonna be one of them. Maybe Krabby Patty."

"No, that's… No. And, maybe they would be cute, except that no one ever asks me. They just start calling me something, and my quiet ass doesn't have the guts to say anything about it.."

Chat stepped closer to Nathaniel. "You're right, I never asked either, I'm sorry. Is it alright if I-"

"No no no, it's too late now. I think it'd be better if I thought of one for you," Nathaniel tapped the staff on his chin.

"People call me Banana Hair," Chat suggested.

"Mmmm… no, I'll think of my own, thanks. How about, Lemon?"

"Noooo… I do not want to be named after smut fics," Chat cringe.

Nathaniel poked Chat's chest with the staff. "It's not my fault that's the first thing that crossed your mind. Normal people think of fruit when they hear the word 'lemon'."

"Oh, they think about fruit alright…"

"Oh my god. Listen, I happen to know someone who's nickname is Lemon, and I happen to think it sounds perfectly fine. I'm sticking with Lemon, and you can't convince me otherwise."

"But, well just don't say it in front of anybody. I don't wanna sound like some sexual beast."

Nathaniel snorted. "And we wouldn't want that, now would we?" He tugged at Chat's bell until it came slightly down and jingled.

Chat froze. What the fuck was happening? Chat Noir was supposed to be his safe haven, now Nathaniel was growing bold. Was his newfound confidence because of his new physique?

"I-"

"You're the one who's been flirting and teasing this whole time."

Chat Noir scratched the nape of his neck. "You're right, I deserve that type of name then."

"No, you don't deserve it in that sort of way. You deserve it because you deserve a nickname. I don't mind the flirts…"

Chat blinked at him. He smirked. "Really? You're not so bad yourself- now let's get back to that ass-kicking you told me you were gonna do."

After a little over a month, learning grip - though Chat informed him it would be different with an actual rapier - and how to loosen his wrists without making them weak, it didn't take him long to get used to attacking and parrying.

"Well, you're ready to do a drill. Is this the part where you kick my ass?" Chat lowered his stance and pointed his staff to Nathaniel.

Nathaniel smiled. "I guess we'll have to find out."

Chat waited for Nathaniel to advance and their staffs clashed. Nathaniel swung with practiced movements. Chat picked up the pace, stepping forward and driving Nathaniel back. The wind blew and Nathaniel noticed a small poster of Adrien Agreste falling at his feet. He glanced down at it to avoid stepping on it.

"Don't take your eyes off me," Chat said.

Nathaniel twitched, blocking an attack and ignoring the poster. He kept a steady gaze on Chat Noir.

Chat looked back to make sure Nathaniel didn't start wandering near the fountain, but Nathaniel's staff collided into Chat Noir's and slipped just enough to graze Chat's side.

Chat stopped, stunned. Both of them stared down at Nathaniel's extended arm, going through the gap between Chat's arm and his waist.

"I thought you said not to take your eyes away, Lemon." Nathaniel grinned up at Chat.

Chat bit his lip. "Touche, Red."

Nathaniel stood back. "I guess that's the closest I'll get to any sort of ass-kicking. It was probably luck though."

"Maybe," Chat maneuvered his staff until Nathaniel somehow ended up on the ground, "But don't let your guard down."

Nathaniel smiled ear-to-ear at his cellphone below his desk. Several pictures of Chat Noir had been secretly saved to his photo album. Class wasn't really being taught at that moment, students were working in class assignments and wandering around. It was time to add a new member to the sketchbook hall of fame.

He sketched a basic outline, adding no details but a rough tail and ears. He started with the eyes, which had a gaze that could kill, somewhat familiar. Of course it was familiar, he'd known Chat Noir for months.

He took a moment to take in Chat's mouth, which he should've had memorized by now from all the times Chat teased right up in his face, but just barely touched skin.

He finally moved to his nose, which he always saved for last. He drew what he could from what showed beneath his mask.

He looked back at the composure of the face. He furrows his eyebrows. Something…

He drew the shape of the head and started to move on the the hair before he froze.

"Oh my god." Nathaniel muttered.

It was unmistakeable. He'd drawn every shape perfectly. Those strokes weren't foreign to him, his hand knew those lines.

Adrien climbed the steps to Nathaniel. Without lifting his head and with his hands casually stuffed in his pocket he asked, "What are you drawing this time, Nath?"

Nathaniel's finger twitched around his pencil. He glanced back down at his paper, then back up at Adrien. He stood up slowly.

"Adrien… you're… Chat N-"

Adrien's face dropped as he flinched and within a split second he sprung into action. He strode forward, with a subtle wave of his hand and a few quick shushes. He placed his lifted hand on the collar of Nathaniel's blazer, the index of his other hand found itself touching Nathaniel's lips before he moved it out of the way and planted a kiss. It all happened so quickly Nathaniel had no time to react. He could do nothing more than simply let Adrien take another heartbeat of a moment before pulling away, and listen to the delicate chirp of lips parting echoing in his ears.

Adrien remained breaths away, gazing into Nathaniel's eyes. "Touche, Red."

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