#chai tries to study

[yooniivrse]

bitter coffees | myg

summary. the last person you expect at your door at 4 am is yoongi. but his presence is like a blanket of comfort that helps soothe your aching heart.

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pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: angst, fluff if you squint

word count: 1.7k

content: yoongi shows up at reader's door when they're stressed about exams / reader has a small breakdown that yoongi helps them through / they end up falling asleep together

warnings: none

a/n: a little something i wrote at like midnight to cope with exams while listening to 'sweet' by cigarettes after sex 😪. this will be apart of a drabble series im working on, but this is NOT the first drabble in terms of the chronological order of the story

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You bring the mug to your lips, taking a sip of the dark coffee.

You have never liked black coffee, always opting for sweeter drinks like caramel and chai lattes. But nowadays, the bitter liquid is the only thing that keeps you awake and somewhat energized.

Still, every sip is an effort and you can't help but grimace at the aftertaste.

You put the mug back onto the wooden floor, begging yourself to remember not to spill it. You had chosen to move all of your books and notes to the floor after getting tired of your cramped desk, and the last thing you needed was for the drink to ruin your only hope of getting a passing grade on your exam.

You should have started studying earlier. Usually, you are on top of all assignments and tests, wanting to get them over with. But lately, the presence of a certain someone has started messing with your schedule.

You never expected to get this close to your neighbour who lived 3 doors down, especially given your first encounter which was far from pleasant.

You always thought Yoongi was a little strange, but these past few months had been proving otherwise.

You don't regret the time you spent with him. You cherish the bottles of wine you shared and the nights you spent binging movies while you tried to ignore the fact that his knee was slightly pressed against yours.

You just wish you had spent a bit more time studying and less time admiring the way his eyes crinkled into crescent moons when he laughed.

You rub your temples, gently trying to ease the migraine that has started brewing. Your limbs ache terribly and you have never craved the warmth of your blankets more.

Tears brim your eyes, which worsen the pain in your head as you furrow your eyebrows to try to blink them away, which in turn makes you want to cry even more.

Giving up on reading over your notes for the third time, you lean your head against the side of your bed, still trying to blink away your tears even as your bottom lip quivers and the lump in your throat gets bigger.

Buzz.

Your half-lidded eyes glance at your phone on the floor which has now lit up with a single notification.

Yoongiee: open the door if your not asleep alr

A beat of silence passes as you process the text. Have you officially lost it and started to hallucinate Yoongi showing up at your dorm?

Your phone buzzes again and you notice the time. 4:37 am.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you use all of your remaining strength to push yourself up onto your feet. You don't bother to try to keep your eyes fully open, letting them obscure half of your vision as your slippers pad through the dimly lit house.

The door creaks loudly and you visibly cringe, grateful that both of your roommates weren't home to complain about being woken up.

In front of you, Yoongi greets you with a small wave and a smile on his face which immediately turns into an expression of concern as he takes you in.

"Are you okay?"

You want the world to swallow you up. Yoongi seeing you in such a state is something you never thought would happen. But here he was, a phone in one hand and a bag on his shoulder.

"What are you doing here? It's late."

Your words are dry on your tongue and your throat hurts to speak. Your voice is stiffer than usual, but you can't help it.

"I couldn't sleep and figured you couldn't either since you were active like twenty minutes ago. I can leave if you want, I don't- I really don't mind."

He brings his hands up, palms facing you in a form of reassurance. You shake your head.

"I- No, it's fine. I don't mind."

And again, you let yourself be distracted by his presence. You don't know why, but your heart refuses to say 'no' to him even though your brain is screaming at you to get a grip.

You open the door wider and let him in. His eyes scan the room as he adjusts to the darkness.

You walk to your bedroom and switch on the main light instead of relying on your small lamp as he slips out of his sneakers

You aren't exactly being welcoming to him, but again you don't have it in you to care as much as you usually would.

You settle back onto the floor and take another swig of your coffee. Yoongi enters the room a few seconds later, quirking an eyebrow at your position on the floor.

"Don't ask," you mumble with a smile and he chuckles as he places his bag at the foot of your bed.

You expect him to crawl into your bed, but instead, he settles down beside you. He takes out a leather notebook and places it on his lap as he twirls a pencil between his fingers.

Your attention returns to the endless amounts of notes in front of you, and you let out a defeated sigh.

Normally, you would be screaming at the lack of words exchanged between you both. But the silence is comforting, and the sound of his pencil against the paper is oddly satisfying to listen to.

You don't notice how your head falls onto his shoulder and you feel him freeze for a second before returning to whatever he had been doing.

You want to let your eyes flutter shut, but anxiety bubbles in your chest with every moment that passes that you don't spend studying, and it makes the lump in your throat return.

"You sure you're okay?"

You let out a shaky breath that you hadn't even realized you were holding, and the tears you had desperately tried to push back threatened to fall.

"Yeah."

You cringe at how your voice cracks, unable to keep your emotions at bay any longer. Salty tears fall down your cheeks, and you feel Yoongi's head turn in an attempt to look at you and you bring up your hands to cover your face.

Yoongi brings his body to face your side. One of his hands gently touches yours while his other works at wiping away the tears spilling down your cheeks. For a second, he pulls away his hand to move away the array of things surrounding you before settling back against yours.

"Hey- what's wrong? Did something happen?"

You shake your head weakly, your fingers playing at the hem of your graphic tee as you chew on your cheek.

"I- I have this stupid fucking exam tomorrow and I don't- I don't know shit and no matter how long I spend studying I just can't- it won't go into my head and I only started studying today because I was being fucking dumb."

You hate how your words are interrupted by broken hiccups and how pathetic your voice is. But Yoongi listens with caring eyes and it eases some of the embarrassment.

"You're not stupid or dumb, ___. You can't always be perfect, and I know this exam matters, but it is not worth more than you."

Yoongi squeezes your hand and gently begins to move his thumb across your skin.

"If you need a break, take one, even if it means you don't get to spend that time studying. I know you'll be fine. You'll do great even if you don't study at all."

Your eyes meet his and you don't know what possesses you, but you find yourself wrapping your hands around Yoongi's neck. He freezes and you faintly hear his breath hitch. But before you can move back he adjusts his legs and pulls you in closer.

You end up settling between his legs and you let out a small sob, which you blame him for.

Why was he so fucking sweet? No one has said anything like that to you before, and it helps ease some of the weight on your shoulders even though it brings more tears to your eyes.

His hands are warm and secure around you. Your face lies against the soft, grey fabric of his hoodie and you make a mental note to wash for him in case your wet mascara stains it.

"I'm just so fucking tired, Yoongi."

You don't know it, but Yoongi's heart breaks at your voice. His hands rub against your back as he tries his best to soothe you.

"Let's get you to bed then, OK?"

You nod against his shoulder weakly and he picks up your body. Your legs wrap around his hips and you feel like a koala clinging onto a tree.

He settles your body down onto your bed and you let out a broken sigh, melting into the softness of your mattress. You almost let out another sob from how much you've missed this.

You hear him shuffle around, probably packing up his things.

"Are you leaving?" you ask, forcing your eyes to open.

Yoongi has turned off the light, but you can still make out his figure with the help of the moonlight that slips into your room through a small crack in your curtains.

He looks pretty. He had dyed his hair since the first time you met him, and the now blond locks fell in small waves across his forehead. From this angle, the silver hues illuminating him make him look ethereal.

"Yeah," he says with a small nod.

"Oh."

His movements still, sensing the disappointment laced in your voice.

"Do you want me to stay?"

A beat of silence passes as you weigh your options. You feel selfish for wanting him to stay, but his hugs are the most comfortable thing ever and you already miss the feeling of his arms around you.

"Yes, please."

You miss the smile that forms on Yoongi's face, and you hear him put his bag onto the floor again.

"Lie with me. You're really warm and comfy," you say.

He chuckles but obliges, slipping beside you under the duvet. You feel him hesitate for a moment before wrapping his arms around you, and you melt into his embrace again.

In a few minutes, you drift off into a much-needed slumber, leaving Yoongi staring up at the ceiling. The only sounds in the room are your soft breathing and the ticking of your clock.

Yoongi silently hopes that this isn't the last time you fall asleep in his arms.

[thebibliosphere]

I know you've had success with adding some caffeine back and I'm so happy for you! I, personally, have found that chai tea specifically has reduced the severity of my chronic migraines. Someone told me that ginger and cloves could help migraines and I was very "press X to doubt" but I tried chai tea and it has reduced the severity or delayed the onset of several migraines. I don't know if you're able to try these given your other medical conditions, but I thought I might as well ask just in case it could help. Sorry if I'm overstepping.

Ginger is extremely helpful with migraines for some people. Some limited studies have even shown that it is comparable to sumatriptan as a migraine abortive. (There are a few studies, but this one is at the top of my bookmark pile.)

I'm working my way up to being able to try ginger again -- ginger tea used to be a staple for me when it came to migraines. It's just that one of my last major bouts of anaphylaxis that put me in the hospital involved a meal that had ginger in it, so I'm being cautious. I don't think it was the ginger that triggered it; I'm just, y'know... the ✨trauma✨ persists.

[rentenwins]

silly little excuses (newneighbour!leehan x reader)

ch 1 • ch 2 • ch 3 • ch 4 • ch 5 • ch 6 • ch 7

synopsis: how oblivious can one get? leehan and his most favourite thing in the world… oh and his fish too, i guess.

content: NON-LINEAR TIMELINE this won’t make sense unless you read prev chapters!!, tooth-rotting domestic leehan, how does one feelings?, sungho is supportive but annoyed, f-bomb is dropped, banter, food depictions, FISH AND WATER

a/n: hi… i feel really bad for disappearing ;-; really bad writer’s block and very stressful time for me despite my uni break… but we are getting somewhere :’) hope you can all forgive me, enjoy!

wc: 2350+

taglist: @haechology @jenuinne @saintriots @badaspookie @yveol @yunextdoor @lailols @rawrbamgyu @amarecerasus @pandorahearts19 @luvvhaerin @saritahwang @bee-the-loser @secretlyseochangbin

chapter 7: testing the waters (literally)

“Temperature shouldn’t drop below 22 degrees C, nor the pH below 6.5 and— oh yes, I keep their food just underneath here, and if you see anything uneaten for a few hours just remove it gently with the net. What else…”

You stare at the drawer underneath Leehan’s fish tank as he just showed you, seeing how incredibly neat and organised it all looks. It’s the day after the beach trip with your friends, and now you’re in Leehan’s apartment as you had promised him yesterday. He had just gone through the whole process of how to read the thermometers and pH readings, as well as the quality of the filters.

(As Leehan said, “Oh, but I already cleaned them so they shouldn’t act up. But in case one of them does, just turn one off. One filter really is all they need, but I just find this more thorough…” You look at the tank fondly. He really does love his fish.)

Leehan’s a bit off today, you observe. He talks as much as he usually does, but his smile doesn’t reach his eyes like they usually did. Now that you think about it, his smiles yesterday weren’t as quaint either. The boy took to wearing his glasses today, but it doesn’t do much to hide the bags under his eyes, nor to distract from the way he slurs his words a bit today out of an obvious tiredness.

“I think that’s all of it. But seriously, if you need anything, just text me.” Leehan says to you while you insist that it’s really not a problem.

This wasn’t your first time in his apartment, but Leehan was still jittery because of his crush! In his own house! Showing her a hobby that he never really opened up to a lot of people about!

Consequently, Leehan can’t help but recall a conversation from a few weeks ago, the same week when he had embarrassingly showed up to your doorstep asking for ingredients for his dinner.

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“y/n, I think I like her.”

The line is silent, and a part of Leehan’s sanity comes back to him at the words he just blurted out. A crush. On his neighbour. Someone that he hardly knows. Mortifying to Leehan at least. The silence was almost killing him.

“Sungho? Are you still th—“

“About time you doofus!,” Sungho cuts him off with a shriek, “you and y/n’s heart eyes for each other were giving us high-blood pressure for goodness sake.”

“Us? Who’s us?”

Sungho scoffs at Leehan’s question, “Me and Taesan, duh. And probably Jaehyun too at this point. Don’t you know how hard we’ve tried to be subtle in helping you? God, I didn’t know y/n was this oblivious either, y’all really are meant for each other.”

“Helping? What on this earth have you been helping me with this whole time?”

Sungho groans, loud this time that Leehan has to remove himself from the speaker for a second. “The study session, leaving you alone with her. That ring a bell? Oh, and the chai latte. Leehan, I’ve known you for how long now, if I really wanted to get you something to eat I would’ve just gotten you those gummies you hoard.”

Leehan doesn’t even take a mild offence because he was too busy confirming his suspicions.

“So you were trying to sabotage me! Embarrass me in front of her and everything!”

“Oh good Lord, Leehan.” Sungho drags a hand down his face, “This was a plot for you to get closer to her! God, are you really that much of an idiot that I have to tell it to you like this straight up? I’ve never seen her so nervous, the way she looks at you like she’s mesmerised for some effed up reason. and the cooki— oh my god those cookies were the first fucking sign, I can’t believe yo—”

“Wait, hold on. Those cookies? I thought she made them for everyone.” Leehan leans back in his chair looking at the ceiling trying to process every interaction with you for the last few weeks.

“Well, yeah, she does,” Sungho says a little calmer, “but the last time she made those types of cookies were for Woonhak’s graduation and she wouldn’t stop complaining how time-consuming they were to make. Leehan. She likes you. So much that she’d make cute little biscuits for you and not give the rest of us. You know, like she usually does.”

Leehan is quiet, still trying to process the information Sungho just dumped on him and still staring at his ceiling. Sungho sighs and breaks the silence.

“You’re going to Busan right?”

“Yeah?” Leehan replies, more of a question and not a reply, “Not for another few weeks during study break. Why?”

“Let her take care of your Corydoras or something while you’re gone. Like house sitting.”

Leehan gets annoyed at Sungho a lot, but nothing gets him more annoyed at than when Sungho actually makes sense.

Sungho continues, “I was gonna tell you to confess to her but you can’t really do that if you’re on the other side of the country.”

Leehan slides down his chair, “I hate to say it but I think you might be getting somewhere with this.”

Leehan hears Sungho laugh. “Well, if she wonders why you asked her to take care of your fish and not us instead, just be honest.”

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Honest.

The word reverberates in Leehan’s head throughout the current ordeal. It was reverberating all of last night when he was trying to fall asleep, the events at the beach were replaying in his mind. And it was the first time in his life he was at the beach and wasn't just thinking of the sea and swimming in it.

“Honest… trust.” he thinks.

You were both sitting on Leehan’s dining chairs that he pulled over from his small dining table to sit in front of the fish tank, showing you how he takes care of them.

“I’ll show you how I feed them, then you can try for yourself.” Leehan says as he stands and carefully opens the lid of the glass tank. He then opens the neatly organised drawer and pulls out a container of bottom feeder flakes.

“Just take a bit,” he demonstrates as he pinches a bit between his thumb and his index finger, “and you need to submerge it in the water so it sinks properly and so they don’t need to exert too much effort to swim to the surface.”

The fish food that Leehan releases into the water sinks slowly to the bottom to where the corydoras were all huddled. You watch as few of the fish start to eat and prod at the flakes.

Leehan passes the fish food in your direction to encourage you to give it a try as you stood from the chair. You take a pinch the same way Leehan did and you hesitantly let your hand hover over the water. Leehan seems to have read your hesitation and lightly grabs your wrist that was over the tank. You feel like you forgot how to breathe, yet your heart rate skyrockets and you feel your legs are wanting to give way.

Through it all, he doesn’t seem to notice any of this while gently lowers your hand until the flakes have been submerged, and you release the flakes between your fingertips. You see the fish curiously swim around the flakes like they've never seen it before, honestly you could watch them all day. Distantly, you remember Leehan’s hand that guided your fingers towards the water in the tank so you instinctively look at him, unsure of the blush on your face. But you’re met with the sight of Leehan enamoured with his fish as they ate and effortlessly glided in the tank.

He seemed to come back to his senses as he gazed at his hand still gently holding your wrist above the water. He gently lets go and clears his throat, hoping that his hair was long enough to cover his very red ears.

“Sorry I— wait here.” He manages to stutter out as he steps in long strides to his kitchen to grab a tea towel. He comes back with a tea towel adorned with cartoon corals and offers it to you to wipe your hands on, his ears still very visibly red. You mutter a ‘thanks’ and he clears his throat. Who knew a little gesture like that would’ve sent him to a frenzy? It’s silent again for a second as he takes the tea towel from you.

“How long are you away again for?” You ask to ease the awkwardness with a clear of your throat.

“Just three days, gonna visit my family and my nephew.” Leehan seems to reply easily, also trying to calm his blush down, “have you been to Busan before?”

You shake your head. “Well, did you want anything from there while I’m gone?” Leehan asks.

You shrug, “No clue.” Leehan looks like he’s deep in thought so you supply, “You really don’t have to get me anything, Leehan. Just— just come back safely, is all.”

Leehan’s eyes widen for a second before he laughs nervously, suddenly unable to meet your eyes at where you’re both standing.

“Well, I’ll think of something. I need to thank you in some way or another.” Leehan replies. He says it’s a ‘thank you’ gesture for taking care of his fish, but deep down he knows it’s also for his helpless little crush on you.

“Let’s hang out when I come back.” Leehan says to you, eyes holding yours as you couldn’t do anything but look back at him. His eyes trace your face, down to your lips where he doesn’t dare linger.

“I mean it. Just us two.” He adds.

You were taken aback, you almost laugh. There was no way he’s asking this right now. Right?

“Sure. If you’d like to,” you say with a dryness in your mouth. God, when did it get so warm?, “now you really gotta promise to come back safely.”

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It’s Monday night, and Leehan had already left for Busan in the morning. You run some errands in the afternoon before coming back home, all with perfect timing so you could look after Leehan’s fish after lounging on your couch.

You make your way to Leehan’s apartment with his spare key, attached to it is a cute little green alien keychain. You go inside and make your way to the fish tank.

You step closer and open the drawer where all the supplies are kept and you’re met with a piece of paper that was undoubtedly Leehan’s handwriting.

Hi y/n, thank you for taking care of the Corydoras while I’m gone. And don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about your gift

Leehan ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

You can’t help but smile at the letter he had left. Putting it aside so it doesn’t get damaged, you start the routine Leehan had taught you the night prior. Checking the pH, the water temperature, then opening the tank to feed the Corydoras. You do it with care just like Leehan did, and stare at the fish as they swim around the tank, the slow hum of the filter the only thing that can be heard in the quiet apartment.

You felt happy that Leehan has trusted you with his most precious pets, knowing how much they mean to him. You sigh, not really fully knowing what he meant of ‘hanging out’. Not like you already do it with all your other friends. But he said just you two! ‘He probably just means well!’ you thought ‘to be nice, like an extra thank you. It’s not that bad.’

Before you know it, 30 minutes have passed of you just staring at the tank alone with your thoughts about Leehan, only disturbed by your onset of sudden hunger. You remembered the warmth of his hand over your wrist. You sigh and groan again as you stare at the tank and its colourfulness, then you really start to pay attention to it.

It was colourful, clean and vibrant. Leehan’s care was evident. and to you it was endearing. Who else would take so much care in caring for little creatures. You remember the sparkle in Leehan’s eyes as he looked at his pets after demonstrating to you on how to take care of them. You smile at the memory and your stomach flutters again, and not from hunger.

A sudden knock on the door startles you on the chair you were sitting on in front of the tank before the dread of Leehan’s words could haunt you again.

“Y/n? You in here?” You hear Jaehyun’s voice before the door opens as he lets himself in. He’s greeted with the sight of you in front of Leehan’s tank.

“Myungjae?” You turn around confused, “How’d you know I was here?”. Jaehyun was holding a plastic bag, clearly from food delivery, taking his slides off at the door’s entrance.

“I could ask you the same thing,” He chirps as he makes his way into Leehan’s apartment, “What? Are you missing Leehan already?” He places the delivery bag on the small dining table, smiling at himself, proud of his own little jab. The smile falters when your usual bite doesn’t come his way. He nervously looks at you, still sitting on the chair but your gaze meeting anywhere but his.

“Y/n.” Jaehyun says slowly as you look up at him, “I was just joking! I mean, I guess we all miss Leehan! Even though he… hasn’t even been gone for what? 10 hours? But seriously, who’s counting anyw—“

“Fuck, I think I like him.” You blurt before you could stop yourself. Your eyes immediately widen and you feel your heart plummet to your feet as you realise what you just said out loud. You smack your hand over your mouth as Jaehyun looks at you with mouth equally gaped wide.

The silence was palpitating, even the hum of the filter seemed too loud, and even with Jaehyun in the same room.

“Y/n.” Jaehyun tries again, and you meet his gaze again. But this time Jaehyun doesn’t look as calm as he walked in. His face looked like it was about to explode, like how he usually looked at Woonhak before he would scold him into next year.

“Y/N ARE YOU SERIOUS, YOU’RE ONLY REALISING THIS NOW? GOD YOU BOTH REALLY WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER.”

[historicity-was-already-taken]

re: October 7

Regardless of what idiots who think Hamas is a fun progressive resistance org have to say, the fact is that the October 7 massacre is going to be something Jews talk about, mourn, and commemorate for the next X,000 years. Long after there is a place called Israel, and a group called Hamas--and frankly, anything resembling the world as we know it today--there will be Jews taking a moment to commemorate the events of October 7, 2023.

And that's not even a FUCK THE HATERS AM YISRAEL CHAI statement. It's not a pro-Israel statement or an anti-Israel statement or a pro-Palestine statement or an anti-Palestine statement or a Whatever Simplistic Binaries We've Tried to Impose on This Situation statement. It's not even a political statement.

Speaking as a Jewish Historian, the Jews are a people with a long memory. We still commemorate revolts and massacres and attempted massacres of the Jewish people that went down over 2500 years ago like they happened yesterday. It's not an accident that, when the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising went down, the Zionist participants* immediately drew parallels between themselves and the crazy fucking patriarchal spouse and child-murdering zealots who held out against the Romans at Masada in 74 CE. Jews forget nothing, from the Babylonian Exile, to the Crusade-era massacres, to Jednabwe.

Jewish memory is hardly an impeccable source of historical knowledge (see Yerushalmi's Zakhor: Jewish History and Jewish Memory); but we forget nothing. We will remember October 7, and some day we’ll probably have a commemorative cookie about it. It will be the subject of books and dissertations, and studies of post-Holocaust and post-modern anti-Semitism. The Jews will insist on learning from this, about this, and re-interpreting this. Forever.

Civilizations, groups, nations; they can keep hating and trying to destroy the Jewish people; but 2000, 3000 years from now, it will be by the grace of Jewish ethnoreligious memory traditions that anyone will remember their names.

*it was staged and carried out by the Jewish Fighting Organization, which was a politically pluralistic org. Everyone from the anti-Zionist Bund to the centrist General Zionists belong to it. Except for the Revisionists lol

ETA: This post is not a secret rhetorical tool to express stealth support for Israeli war crimes in Gaza. Or any level of support for violence against Palestinians. Ever. I hate that I even have to add that; but like I said: anti-Semitism's gone pomo.

Also, my mental soundtrack while writing this post.

[ew-selfish-art]

Dpxdc AU: Danny can’t fix Jason’s whole…deal… and doesn’t want to answer any questions on ectoplasm but he can get Jason to the best therapist he knows! Jason mistakes Danny constantly pushing Jazz his way as an awkward little brother move to set them up romantically- which uh, isn't necessarily a bad thing? Jazz has her own vested interests.

… heads up that this got long...

Jason ran his hands through this hair, relieving them from their previous position of cradling his face in embarrassment. Why was he sitting in a nice cafe with Danny’s redhead sister and a five dollar chai latte? For all the awkward live wire feelings he had, at least she was calm and composed. How many times had this happened already?

“So… the green stuff again?” Jazz asks, taking a sip from her own stupidly expensive drink and giving him eyebrows that beg for his explanation.

“Yeah. I was trying to get your brother to explain stuff without all the science mumbo jumbo. I just, I guess that means he defers to you.” Jason sighed, and tried to not think about how pretty her eyes were as she observed him.

“Not likely. But is the search for your answers helping you cope from day to day or making you climb an impossible mountain?” Jazz asks and it makes Jason fluster.

“It’s a moving goal post, sure, but I need answers if I’m going to fix my-“

“I think it might help you to realize that people don’t need to be fixed, they just need to grow.” Jazz interrupts.

They finish their drinks in a comfortable nonchalance, the rest of their conversation doesn’t go anywhere beyond their mutual hobbies and he’s grateful for that.

Jason's been doing a lot of introspection since this all started.

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The first time it happened was months ago.

He confronts Danny after a mission, just wanting a simple answer on whether or not Danny thought the Lazarus pit contained ectoplasm? Could ectoplasm be separated from blood? Danny looked a little uncomfortable.

“Look dude, I know you want to know more but like, having this info isn’t going to help you. You need to talk it out.” Danny sounds sad and his eyes are filed with something adjacent to pity. It riles up the pit inside him.

“Oof. See that whole reaction thing. That’s not ectoplasmic, that’s something different. C’mon follow me.” Phantom cringes as he talks to him, and then floats across the rooftops, going slow enough that Jason can keep up on his grapple.

The arrive at a modest apartment building, not too far from his territory but clearly outside of it. Danny opens a window and slides in ahead of Jason, and all of a sudden he’s seated at a kitchen table with hot chocolate and teal blue eyes peering into his soul.

“Danny, some warning next time you’re bringing a crime boss to my apartment.” Jazz sighs and its not said with any malice or sarcasm. Danny gives her a grin and a peace sign before disappearing.

“So you want to talk about it?” Jazz turns back to him and asks.

“About?” Jason’s deep voice is going through the modulator and it sounds more sinister than it should.

“Death. Dying. The afterlife. Those are the normal things Danny brings people to me for.” She blinks.

“There’s a misunderstanding, I don’t need to talk, I need answers on Ectoplasm.” He grits out.

"Hm. Well that's not my field of study, but I can tell you that however your feeling is probably a valid response towards the trauma you've faced in life. Do you think showing yourself some kindness might lessen your desire to know the knitty gritty details?"

Jason scoffs.

"Oh. You're serious. No. I don't think being kind to myself is a valid approach to dealing with an infection that's cost me a lot of family relationships." Jason rolls his eyes. The woman looks contemplative for a moment and Jason can tell that while the dim kitchen lights are doing her no favors, she's incredibly beautiful. He pockets that information and refuses to think about it.

"So...Lets take this a different direction. Do you think successful people know what they're doing or do you think successful people need help to get where they want to go?"

"Most people are dumb and trying to get by." Jason grits out.

"So, accept that you're dumb. And then get by." Jazz replies, and then sighs and leaves the room.

Jason however, is now pissed off. Who the heck was she to say that to him?

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The next time he finds himself across the table from Jazz, he's been on a wild goose chase with Danny and lands himself in a fancy restaurant. Why the hell was she here?

"Uh, it's called self care." Jazz replies, because apparently Jason asked that out loud. But he's not going to let this lead get away from him.

He takes off his helmet, years of muscle memory make him check that his Domino mask was in place, and sits down across from her. She raises a brow and then sighs.

"You think Danny might give me answers if I hold you hostage over, what is that, some kind of gnocchi dish?"

"Mm. Probably not." Jazz says, taking a bite and pulling out her phone.

"You're just going to ignore me then?" Jason finds himself a bit flabbergasted, he was a fucking crime lord, not someone to be ignored! Like he's just- just some bad blind date!

"Uh huh. You don't want to work on your issues and it's not my job to lead a stubborn horse to water."

"The expression is that you can lead a horse to water but you can't-"

"Can't what? Or are you still going to tell me it's not a huge waste of my time to tell you that you need to accept and forgive yourself to be able to move on. Find peace. Rest." Jazz is taking bites between her last few words but her glare remains unshakeable.

Jason is about to get up and leave when a terrified waiter comes over: "A dish, as compliments from the chef. Your guest's meal as well." He's shaking as he speaks and it makes Jason feel bad.

"Thanks." He grits out.

"...Is that the lasagna?" Jazz is looking at his food curiously, and Jason pushes it forward to indicate that she can take a bite. Probably not the safest thing for a civilian to do considering people regularly try to poison Jason but, meh. He's kind of pissed off at her still.

"It's pretty good. I was debating between that and the gnocchi- Okay let's think about this differently. You want to know about the green stuff, Danny is never going to tell a mortal about it and you keep denying yourself basic self-respect. What does your support system look like?"

"You're really pushing my buttons lady-" Jason can feel the green, but after a breath and seeing her unimpressed gaze "-I have a few friends who know what my deal is, I have an older brother who claims to forgive me, and a merry band of goons that I call my henchmen."

"Henchpeople?" Jazz asks.

"I mean, sure. That's more accurate."

"What do you do for fun?" She asks.

"I take down crime syndicates-" she levels him with another glare, he wonders why its so effective on him "-I read."

"Yeah? What genres?"

"Classics." He can admit only that much.

"Nerd. Are you going to eat any of that? You really shouldn't let food waste like that when it's not even fighting back."

"I don't know why I'm even bothering to talk to you right now." Jason spoke plainly.

"I dunno either but it's easier to tolerate you without the stupid helmet speaker. Anyway, If you like to read, hopefully that means you like to see new scenarios, new plots, stuff like that. You ever think to put yourself in side-character mode and contemplate what your whole deal is bringing to the table?"

"...How so?"

"Like, if you don't think it's worth it to treat yourself well, how do the main characters feel? Or, you know, if you were a child reading your story, what would you shout at them to move forward differently?"

"... I've decided that I only read poetry." Jason grumbles, trying to deflect with humor the fact that he does have some thoughts about what she's saying. She actually laughs at his joke though- he hadn't anticipated that.

"Uh, what is the Dr. Suess line? Stop telling outlandish tales, stop turning minnows into whales? something like that."

"Dr. Suess? Really?" Jason laughs.

"Sorry Mr. Classics, I spent most of my childhood raising my brother, forgive me for not knowing any fancy poetry." She huffs but he can tell she's laughing with him still.

They get off the topic of his mental health crisis and it turns out the Lasagna isn't half bad.

----

Jason keeps chasing Danny. Danny keeps leading him to Jazz. It goes for a few rounds before the ghost kid makes a joke about Jason liking her better anyway. Jason asks what the hell Phantom means by that, but Danny just laughs and says that Jason should just ask for her number.

...This does not sit right in his gut all of a sudden. Does he think that, that Jason is only pursuing this knowledge to keep talking to Jazz?? Does Danny want him to pursue Jazz? Does HE want to pursue Jazz???

----

He spots the Replacement in the Cave's lab before he heads upstairs to grab a cookie and leave as a civilian. The reason he even looked that way being that Tim is holding glowing green vials.

"Is that-"

"Yeah. They're literally the same except for the magic mumbo jumbo that Ra's has mixed in with the pit. Leave me alone now."

"So there is a way to heal it or, or extract it or-" Jason can feel his heart racing, but his constantly-exhausted sibling is looking at him like he's grown a second head.

"Dude. You're not gunna be able to flush it out with like, a juice cleanse. You're probably better off trying to find a magic user to deal with the curses and a therapist to do the rest." Tim looks like he's trying to be patient despite being deeply, deeply vexxed.

"Therapist- why in the hell would I-"

"I mean hasn't that been Danny's entire solution for you? He's only had one strategy the whole time he's lived in Gotham." Jason rolls his eyes.

"His solution is setting me up on dates with his sister not-"

"Dates!?! His sister is THE break out psychologist, she's done more for Arkham in the last year than decades of political reform! You've been goin on- wheez- oh my god I have to call Danny-" Tim is cackling, the lazarus water all but abandoned.

"Don't you fucking dare!"

After a (from both brothers) number of punches, a few headlocks and a large portion of threats, Jason agrees that Tim can tell his boyfriend but no one else.

Kon can keep a secret right? That's why he's the favorite?

----

"So... You and Jazz huh?" Danny looks amused as he floats by- Kon could not be trusted. The entire Justice league knows. Jason might have to die again. Apparently he said as much.

"Oh buddy, it's okay! You don't have to die again! I'm sure that if she likes you, she likes you just as you are, weird little zombie boy." Danny teases, turning intangible as Jason swings a punch at him.

"What do you mean if she likes me?" Jason asks, swinging with his grapple, trying to keep up with Danny.

"You think I read her diary or something? Weirdo. You need to talk to her about it tho, it's funny and all but I'm sure she's not a fan of the JL hot goss."

"I didn't start any of this-"

"My guy. Chill. I know, but uh, I did definitely tell her about it so... Oh look! We made it all the way to her apartment! BYE!"

Jazz is standing in the window and she looks like an absolute vision. Her glare makes him want to shit his pants however, and he knows that it's going to take all of his brain cells making contact to survive this encounter.

He sits on the fire escape when he realizes that she's not moving from her spot in the window, blocking his way. Ouch.

"So let me get this straight, you thought this whole time-"

"I thought Danny was being annoying and trying to set us up! I didn't know you were a shrink!" He tries to defend himself.

"...Why should I date an idiot?" the like yourself goes unsaid but he can hear it. Jason is scrambling.

"...I can make even better lasagna than that fancy restaurant you like." is what he lands on. Jazz bursts out a laugh.

"I was just fucking with you, but honestly what a great response." She's wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.

"Just fucking with me?" He grins a bit, unable to stop himself from getting excited.

"Yeah, I've been telling everyone at work that I'm dating the Red Hood for like, months now. It's been stellar for my hostage record, I haven't had an issue since I started the rumor!"

"We're dating?" Jason asks, a bit bewildered but charmed.

"I wouldn't give free therapy to just anyone! Now about that Lasagna-"

Something, something, something- they seal the deal with a kiss.

[auspicioustidings]

The Wild Prince

Blue Blood Part 1

Summary: You are the Duchess of a small Kingdom and your father trades you away for military aid.

@chai-isms made the mistake of saying they liked a royalty AU and this... sort of didn't turn out anything like I had actually planned 😂 So sort of royalty AU ish? Maybe? IDK it's basically just shameless smut.

Word Count: 2.6k

CW: Mention of abuse, smut

Part 2

At least they hadn't put you in a dungeon you had thought at first, but after a month this room was driving you mad. The servant that delivered you food would not talk with you, would not answer any of your questions about what was going to happen to you.

The war had been raging for two years, but it had been a far away thing at the start. It was something so totally removed from your life in your father's castle that you weren't even fully aware that your side had been losing. It was only when he had returned six months ago and the way he looked at you had changed that alarm bells sounded in the back of your mind. While you may have not had a mother to tell you of such things, you knew enough from the gossiping of the servants when they thought you were not listening that you were of age to marry and as you were on only child, your father should try and make a match.

It made you bristle a little to think of. You managed the household well, was it so important that it must have a man at the head when he was gone? 

And then the war had come to linger in your home, blanketing your days with the unease of something being kept from you. When your father had them pack you up into a carriage you raged at him, only earning a backhand straight across your cheek that left an angry mark, a thin line in the middle of the bruise from his ring having split the flesh. He had growled that this marriage was how you could finally be good for something, informing you then that he had remarried and his new wife was expecting a child. It had put you in a state of numb shock that lasted for the whole week of travel.

You had tried your whole life to be worthy of your family name, to be a good daughter. It had been for nothing. Your father was sending you off as some sort of bargaining chip to give him an edge in this war and there was not one thing that you could do about it. 

Now you could only pass your days gazing out of the window and wondering where on earth you were. If only you hadn't been in such a daze, had actually taken some study of your surroundings when you had arrived. You had been taken to the room in this tower immediately on your arrival, hardly able to discern what was happening through your hazy misery. There had been people around you knew, you remembered somewhat foggily a thumb dragged across the fading mark on your cheek. A low growl, a bitten off curse. 

As the night fell you sighed at the sound of the bath being drawn for you in the other room. This was the routine, every second night a bath was drawn for you, candle light dancing across the water when you sunk down into that wet heat. The servant would be gone and you would bathe alone. After a lifetime of having maids scrub at you it was strange at first, but peaceful in a way. 

Tonight was much the same, your muscles relaxing as you let your head roll back and closed your eyes. The sound of someone entering startled you, opening your eyes slowly to look over. You had been prepared to see the meek servant, not a young man dressed regally who did not seem the least bit concerned that he had walked in on you in such a vulnerable and improper state. 

You didn't yelp, the noise caught in your throat. Instead you curled in on yourself, trying to hide any view of the delicacies of your body from his gaze. He walked closer, kneeling by the bath so he was so close that you could smell the orange oil from his fingers. 

"Do you know who I am?" he asked with a gallant smile. It was as if he was some potential suitor at a revelry instead of a stranger in your bathing chambers.

You shook your head, feeling like the water had turned to freezing and locked up all of your muscles. He was handsome in a way that bordered on overwhelming, the brown of his skin and eyes catching the light from the candles to make him almost seem holy in the way he glowed. 

"My name is Kyle Garrick" he said and you felt the panic you had been holding down burst out of you.

Kyle Garrick, the 3rd Prince of the largest Kingdom on the continent, the one that bordered your tiny Kingdom to the East. People called him the Wild Prince, the one who should never have been legitimised. Prince Garrick was not the Queen's son, his mother was a Princess of a conquered kingdom who the King had grown fond of, his favourite concubine. They said that the war hero and King's right hand, Duke John Price, had trained the Wild Price himself. The Duke had won countless battles that changed the fortunes of the Kingdom with Prince Garrick by his side. They said the Duke's men were all monsters of some sort or other. The Wild Prince. The Ghost. The Blood Druid. The men were practically fairy stories to someone like you, not living and breathing people that you might one day meet. 

"Y-your royal highness! Please forgive my rudeness" you cried, head snapping down in supplication. You were a nobody to a Prince, some minor Duchess in a tiny bordering Kingdom. To be naked in front of him was wrong on so many levels. 

He laughed and the warmth of it sent shivers down your spine and tears to your eyes. Your eyes were fixed on the water as his fingers started to dip into it, moving back and forth and coming dangerously close to your legs still pinned to your chest.

"Look at me Duchess" he said and you found yourself giving a quick shake of your head. How could you look at him? You were shaking, naked, completely unworthy to be in his presence. 

"I said look at me" he ordered, your chin roughly pulled up with the hand not playing with the water near your legs. Gone was the gallant smile, his eyes now dancing with the amusement of a predator playing with their prey, your own eyes widening when you felt the brush of his fingers on your bare shin. The hand on your chin moved your head to the side.

"Good, your cheek has healed up. Couldn't have you getting married with a marked up face now could we?"

You didn't know what he wanted you to say. You were desperate to be anywhere but here, his presence was oppressive, bearing down on you and making your insides feel like they were fizzing. You had never felt so vulnerable. He didn't seem to mind your silence, only smirking and running his fingers up your shin more deliberately, taking delight in the way your pupils dilated and your breathing hitched. 

"That little bitch on the throne is blocking me from granting Ghost a proper title, I can imagine her face when she realises he's married the sole noble of the Western territory."

You could barely concentrate and he ran his hand up and down your leg, cresting over your knee occasionally causing the brush of his pinky against the swell of your breasts. That fizzing heightened and you involuntarily shifted, feeling a jolt between your legs from the friction of squeezing them together. You tried to focus, to keep your eyes on him and actually find out what was going on. If the whole situation wasn't already wildly improper you were sure you would have reacted with more horror at him addressing the Queen of this nation as a little bitch.

"I don't... Western territory? I am sorry your Royal Highness, I'm only a Duchess of the Kingdom to the West. I'm not a noble of any of the territories here," you said, not able to keep your voice even and instead hearing the breathlessness of it floating through the steam. 

"There is no Kingdom to the West Duchess, not after the Duke dared to mark what wasn't his to touch," the Prince cooed, as if it wasn't something world shattering to have said. Your Kingdom had been fighting a war with another small Kingdom for years only to be conquered in the space of a month. For you. They had conquered a whole Kingdom because of a mark on your cheek. 

You were overwhelmed, heart beating violently fast and frozen muscles going pliant. Plaint enough for him to apply pressure and shift your legs a little so they weren't completely pinned against your chest, allowing his exploration to continue past your knee and to your thigh. You heard a desperate whimper on the air, confused when you realised a second after it must have come from you. 

The Prince chuckled, shifting his body so that he could guide your head to his shoulder, holding a hand to your hair to keep you there. Your hands came to cling to his shirt, soaking it. You didn't know what was happening to you and it was grounding to be able to bury your face into him, cutting off your sight so you could try and get a handle of your other senses.

"That's it Duchess, just relax yeah? Ghost doesn't want to break you on your wedding night, so we're going to work on getting you nice and ready for him until then" he whispered right behind your ear. 

You didn't know what he meant. Nobody had ever prepared you for what happened on the wedding night, until a month ago you hadn't even known you were to be married so soon. When his hand finally dipped between your legs to cup at you there you cried out, tears spilling over at the new sensation. 

"Gods you've never-" he growled lightly, only stopping himself when he felt you tense to pause and readjust his voice to be gentler as he carefully ran a finger up your slit. "Bet they told you it was a sin, that you couldn't touch yourself here" he groaned when he felt the change in texture from water to arousal. 

They had their work cut out for them getting you ready for the Hunt. MacTavish would oversee the ritual of it obviously, would massage the divine oils into your flesh and dress you properly to be released into the woods after the wedding ceremony. When Ghost hunted you down and took what was rightfully his it would seal the marriage in the eyes of the old Gods, but he would be in a frenzy from the incense, incapable of preparing you properly in his pursuit of sinking into your heat and marking you his from the inside. So they would have to do what they could for you beforehand, spend the next week before the ceremony doing everything to keep you wet and wanting.

Kyle, clear headed and not under the influence of any of Johnny's bloody Druid smokes or potions, already found it hard to keep calm. The noises you were making, it was like a challenge being presented to him to get you to make more. Get you boneless and begging for it. When he started to make firm circles on your clit he got unbearably hard at the broken moan spilling from your lips as your hips started to move.

You felt like you were standing on the top of a tower looking over the edge, your stomach in knots. You had been told it was sinful to touch yourself in this way and in your efforts to be only the best daughter you could be you had taken heed and never tried. But this? Gods it was setting you ablaze. You could feel your insides clenching on nothing, feel your hips lifting to push against his fingers. He was speaking absolute sin into your ear and it made every sensation more intense, sending pulses of pleasure straight down to your core.

"Doing so well Duchess, pretty little clit taking it so well. Doesn't it feel good?"

You whined incoherently. You were desperate for something you couldn't name, feeling incomplete.

"I know Duchess, I know. Beautiful cunt wants something to clench on, greedy little thing" he said, fingers leaving your clit to trace down and circle your entrance, teasing with just the tip of his finger pushing against you before he growled and returned to your clit with renewed vigour. "You're going to cum for me. You're going to cum just like this tonight and tomorrow I'll make sure you get a finger inside to squeeze yeah? Fuck love going to get you to beg for my tongue, get Price to teach you how to ask real nice for it."

You couldn't really focus on the words anymore, too lost in the approaching crest of this wave. Kyle was mostly saying them for himself now anyway, hips rutting away against the side of the tub to try and get some relief. 

The orgasm was the most intense thing you recalled ever feeling, body going taught like a bowstring as the Prince brought you through it with his fingers. Your whole body felt like it had been flooded with sensation and then all at once you were boneless, limbs dead weights.

"Good girl Duchess."

You were shivering now, the water having cooled. When his hand left the water you went to move your head, but his other hand kept it there. You could hear the sound of skin on skin, his hot breath at your ear getting heavier and more strained before the sound stopped after a loud groan from him. You weren't sure what was going on, but it made you tingle a little again between your legs. 

His hand returned to the water, dipping in and out a few times before he finally let your head out from his shoulder. The dim light hurt your eyes after so long in darkness and before you could try and ask him what had just happened he scooped you out of the tub, not caring that he was getting his clothing completely soaked in the process.

The next 10 minutes were confusing and blurry in your mind, him drying you off and dressing you for bed like he was a servant rather than the Prince of a Kingdom that had just conquered yours. He tucked you in, bade you goodnight and made his way to the door. 

You thought that was it until he paused, tensed. Was he going to reveal that this had been a test and you had failed? Were you about to be thrown out? You had never felt so thoroughly ruined and anxious before. What did he want from you?

Kyle knew he shouldn't, but fuck it, what was the use in being a Prince if he couldn't indulge in the small things every once in a while. He whirled around, marched back to you in the bed and pressed a hard kiss to your lips before leaving again, making sure to lock the door behind him. Price was leaning on the wall in the hallway waiting for him, raising an eyebrow when taking in the absolute state Kyle was in.

"Fine" Kyle sighed, "I admit that this was a good idea, you were right and I should never have doubted you and your magnanimity. Happy?"

"Cheeky today Gaz?"

"Nah, just taking the piss. It was a good call Sir, she'll be good for Ghost."

He licked his lips on his way to his chambers and felt a rush of heat at the taste of you lingering there. Not just Ghost he thought.

[snickerdoodlles]

ooo kimchay au where kim starts falling behind in uni bc of idol related activities and gets paired with chay as his tutor?

oh man oh man oh man okay okay okay

the easy route here would be to make Kim and Chay the same age, but!! more fun to me is canon ages, more shenanigans SO

Kim is forcibly assigned a tutor

Kim Does Not Want A Tutor

he tries to run up the bureaucracy tree to find out who he has to bribe to get out of this. in true bureaucracy fashion, he can't get anywhere before the day of his first tutor assignment rolls around.

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Kim gets to his stupid tutoring trying to find the stupid email for this stupid assignment--

"eep"

Kim looks up to. the cutest boy he has ever seen in his life.

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and. he still has to get to stupid tutoring. when the cutest boy he's ever seen in his LIFE is telling him how much he admires Wik and gushing about Kim's latest song.

(life is UNFAIR)

moving stuff along: Chay and Kim walk up to the tutoring office or whatever i'm making up for their school, lah lah lah, flirting flirting flirting, etc etc etc;

front desk person: your tutor is 'Porchay Pichaya'

Chay: i'm a WHAT

so there was a system fuck up and Chay and Kim got paired together instead of both of them getting assigned to the right tutors. WhoopsTM

there's several reasons for why Kim could stay at this thing with Chay (might as well since he still has to do the assignment, Chay offers to tutor him anyways then panics when he realizes he has nothing to tutor Kim on, Kim has a spine of wet tissue when it comes to denying his crush on Chay, etc)

and there's several reasons for why they can stay doing this even tho Kim is really busy and does need help with his course load (he gets a study buddy with Chay and it is actually helpful in unexpected ways, maybe tutoring Chay fills a different set of units so he can drop a course to free up some time, Kim has a spine of wet tissue when it comes to denying his crush on Chay, etc)

lots of options, I love them all, but most importantly:

Kim and Chay flirting hanging out until tutoring becomes "tutoring" and they're making out on the desks and against the bookshelves and Kim has to spend an extra semester in uni making up some units he had to drop to better balance uni, idol activities, and new boyfriend

WORTH IT

[tobiasdrake]

who do you think is the best teacher in Dragonball?

That's a tough question. But I'm leaning towards Mr. Popo.

Our journey through teachers begins, of course, with the Muten-Roshi. Goku's only with Roshi for about eight months so we don't get to see a lot of his teaching, even though other Kame-senryu students are with him for longer. In that time, he's able to instill a very important philosophy in Goku that will guide him through his life.

It's the Muten-Roshi who imparts Dragon Ball's central theme of never being satisfied with yourself and always striving for self-improvement. He went to great lengths to instill that in his pupils - lengths so great that even Roshi questions whether they were truly necessary.

And he does have other good things to teach. Most notably, he's the one who teaches Goku the value of mental discipline and rest.

This well-balanced approach to self-improvement is something Goku carries with him. Part of what makes him so exceptional as a martial artist is that he understands that training and technique honing is only part of the process.

One of the things that makes Goku a great martial artist is that he understands your body needs time to recover and grow after exertion. That is the turtle master way.

But for all his benefits as a mentor, what the Muten-Roshi sucks at is fucking teaching martial arts. In terms of philosophy, he has much to impart. But when they ask him, the Muten-Roshi, the Old Heavenly Master of Martial Arts, to teach them martial arts?

He just gives them bodybuilding instruction. Roshi tells them that this is all the Kame-senryu is: Extensive strength training to become so physically tough that you can knock out a foe with one punch. He is, however, full of shit.

Despite claiming that martial arts is just being really strong, his fight against Goku in the 21st Tenkaichi Budokai sees him pull out all kinds of esoteric techniques and skills to level the playing field against Goku's insurmountable might and analytical brilliance. The Muten-Roshi knows a ton of practical martial arts technique. He's just not sharing.

I'm half-convinced he held all this stuff back on purpose just so he'd have a few aces up his sleeve in the tournament proper. Which even Roshi isn't sure was actually necessary.

His next teacher is Karin, the God of Martial Arts. Karin has some useful wisdom to impart with regard to anticipation.

And he introduces one of the most important items in the Dragon Ball series.

Thank you Viz for the redundant translation of "Holy Hermit Bean Bean". I don't get enough migraines from the dub constantly calling them Senzu Beans. This is the Chai Tea of Dragon Ball.

Goku is with Karin for about three days, and it goes pretty well. Karin presents Goku with a challenging test to overcome, which he must do by getting lighter on his footwork and learning to anticipate Karin's moves.

But for the most part....

It's still just strength training. Tenshinhan's out there learning secret Tsuru-senryu techniques to levitate in the air and nobody's willing to do more for Goku but bulk up his muscles. Speaking of which.

This guy tried to murder his own students because they wouldn't do an assassination for him. Fuck this guy. He sucks. Get out of here!

When you get to the moon, tell Toninjinka that his mochi needs wo-- Oh, wait, the moon's gone. Uh. Have fun in space.

Goku's next teacher would be God. Or at least he would be if God ever bothered to teach him. Which he didn't. Goku has never studied under God.

He made Goku stay at his Temple for three years to prepare for his rematch with Piccolo. But he gave up on that after deciding Goku didn't have what it takes to do what he felt must be done: Kill Piccolo and let God die with him. Goku's soft heart wouldn't allow him to do it.

So he dumped Goku on Popo and went, "You deal with this, I'm busy," and then went off to pursue the Mafuba/Evil Containment Wave instead. Goku's training was a scrapped project for him.

Nonetheless, Goku grew substantially during his time in Heaven. (Look at him! He's so much taller-- No, I jest.) Popo is the first teacher to offer Goku something that isn't strength training.

It's almost like he's never had a master teach him spirit or skills before. It's almost like.

Mr. Popo doesn't offer Goku more strength training. Instead, for the first time, Goku has someone who wants to teach him technique.

This is some of the most game-changing instruction Goku ever receives in his career. Over the next three years, Popo sharpens Goku not just physically but spiritually.

He technically doesn't learn to sense ki here; He gained a rough comprehension of it from drinking rat poison earlier that day. But as Popo demonstrates here, there's a world of difference between "Oh cool I can sense your ki" and "I feel Yamcha's ki 700 km in that direction. He's sitting in his home eating breakfast Wheaties and scratching his butt. Puar's preparing to make eggs aaaaaand now he's a frying pan."

This is where Goku makes the transition from martial artist to Heavenly Martial Artist, and the difference is stark. When he shows up to the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai, he's on a whole different playing field.

He no longer experiences reality the same way as everyone else. He's ascended to a higher plane of understanding. All because of Popo, since God abandoned this project and ran off to do his own thing instead. Goku is literally the "Dr. Gero's computer kept working and completed Cell anyways" of martial arts.

Great work, Popo. Gold star.

Kaio is next on Goku's list of mentors. He's working on a bit of a time crunch; Goku only has six months to spend with him. Kaio's training emphasizes two things. One is, of course, more strength training though this time there's an interesting twist to it.

Planet Vegeta's gravity is at least as strong as the gravity on Kaio's world. This is where Goku's introduced to the concept of gravity training for the first time - Something that, ironically, Vegeta would cling to more heavily than Goku. Goku's been doing weight training since Roshi, but the idea of increased gravity as a substitute for (or in addition to) weight is introduced by Kaio.

Goku himself would incorporate this gravity training into his later efforts to more fully master the Kaio-ken on his way to Namek. Speaking of which, that's the other thing Kaio imparts on him. From him, Goku learns the Genki-Dama and the Kaio-ken.

Kaio pretty much became Goku's forever teacher after this point, but we rarely see him do more than supervise. Which makes sense, since Goku officially became a Master himself as of the Namek arc. Though all of Goku's teachers will always be looking out for him, his art becomes truly his own from this point onward.

That brings us to Piccolo.

Piccolo comes from the "My Daddy beat me and I turned out fine" school of shaping young minds. It's to be expected; He was literally Evil Incarnate just eight years ago.

While Piccolo's journey of redemption is heartwarming to see and he does succeed in honing Gohan into a weapon, his skills as a mentor leave something to be desired. He fails to consider Gohan's psychological needs. He builds Gohan's strength and teaches him technique, but fails to grasp that this four-year-old child does not have a warrior instinct to get out there and throw hands with planet-killers.

He throws Gohan into the deep end and Gohan sinks like a stone. Failing to develop his bond with Gohan and offer the kid the encouragement he needs to get out there and do this is a fatal error in his training.

Piccolo pays for this mistake with his life.

Finally, that leaves Goku himself.

As a Master in his own right, Goku has so much to impart onto Gohan. At least, whatever Piccolo hasn't already. As a teacher, Goku is encouraging of Gohan and offers him clear and unmistakable guidance.

He talks things over with Gohan, explaining ahead of time what their goal is and how they're going to achieve it.

Like Popo, Goku's pretty great as a teacher. There's just. One. Small. Problem: He fails to consider Gohan's psychological needs. Yeah, that's right, Goku walks face-first into the same error that Piccolo died for, which is why Piccolo freaks out on him for it.

It helps that Piccolo not only has personal experience making this exact same mistake, but also the wisdom of God now.

Like. It's important to note that it's not that Goku misunderstands Gohan. He knows, intellectually, what kind of person Gohan is. He knows Gohan's passions lie elsewhere.

Nonetheless, Goku sees too much of himself in Gohan, overlooking the reality that Gohan was so gung-ho about training with Goku because he thought he was helping his dad. Despite clearly conveying the mechanisms and goals of their training, Goku never even thought to broach this topic with him because he just. Assumed.

Even though he knew Gohan longed for academia, he assumed Gohan also had the spirit of a martial artist in him. That Gohan was still driven by the same fire that he is, compelled to push his limits and test himself against mighty foes. He makes that fatal mistake that so many parents make, of projecting himself onto his child.

Goku pays for this mistake with his life.

Android 16 is able to salvage Goku's mistakes and make this work, much as Goku once salvaged Piccolo's. And to his credit, Goku learns and is able to offer Gohan the emotional support and direct coaching he needs to finish the job.

I particularly love "Show me the power that we made together" because it puts the emphasis on his and Gohan's bond, rather than Gohan's fighting. It demonstrates the expansion of his understanding of Gohan's motives.

Nonetheless, this was a pretty significant error too make as a teacher so I can't give Goku full marks.

With that in mind... I gotta give it to Popo. Popo took God's castoff dumpster-project, poured himself into it, and gave Goku some of the greatest instruction of his entire career. A+

[hanjisick]

— CHAI LATTE

order #4 of the coffee shop series: a chai latte.

ingredients y/n x heartthrob!barista!artist!hyunjin. strangers to lovers.

allergies. contains: makeouts. lots of cheesy content.

size. 2k

special add ons. instead of passion for his looks, you had passion for his art. that’s what made him fall for you.

“hey,” a girl shuffled her feet awkwardly, “do you see the girl in white over there?”

hyunjin’s lips pressed together, nodding.

“she wanted to ask for your number, but she’s shy, so i came instead.”

his response was almost engrained in his head at this point, looking straight into her nervous eyes. “tell your friend that she’s very gorgeous.”

her eyes lit up for a second, and he felt a pang of guilt in his chest, knowing that he’d have to put out that fire immediately. “but i don’t want a girlfriend at the moment.”

“oh, i understand. thank you anyways.”

hyunjin’s paintbrush dipped into the glass cup of water once again, brushing the girl off as he tried to seem heavily distracted by his work.

“how’s it coming?” jisung leaned over the counter, “do you need another tea?”

“i’d love a chai latte.”

“of course,” he stood close by as he turned on another machine, able to keep the conversation going as muscle memory kicked in, “where will you hang that painting?”

“i don’t like it all that much, to be honest. it might find a nice spot in the trash can.”

“i like it,” jisung poured the hot water into a cup, “trust the process. maybe you could hang it in the back.”

hyunjin nodded his attention back to his art. a few minutes later, jisung hands him his tea.

“those girls left, you can relax now.”

hyunjin dropped his shoulders, “it’s so uncomfortable.”

“oh,” jisung fake mocked, “poor pretty boy can’t get away from the girls.”

“it’s not as fun as you’d think,” he scowled at jisung’s antics, taking a sip of tea.

“i wish i had that problem.”

“jisung! stop getting distracted!” chan called out as the dark-haired boy flinched, scrambling to take another order.

hyunjin glanced between his reference photo and his artwork for the next few hours, the sounds of soft vinyl music and chatter drowning out his deep thoughts.

he watched his coworkers come and go through their shifts and soon enough, his own shift was only thirty minutes away.

the afternoon rush had slowed down, with only a few customers left in the shop during the evening hours. each was sitting in the back, earbuds in, focused on their studies.

hyunjin was focused as well, his eyes tired from staring for so long, almost thankful that he was getting a break from painting soon. but he was almost finished, and jisung was right— it was turning out wonderful.

his focus caused him to miss the tapping on his shoulder for a few seconds, turning to find another girl in front of him.

right as he opened his mouth, you began to talk first.

“i noticed your painting, and i was wondering how much you would charge for them?”

hyunjin’s eyebrows raised, staring for a long second, trying to process your words.

nobody had asked him to purchase one of his paintings before.

“i don’t sell them, i hang them around the shop,” he pointed towards the array of decorations, your gaze following them around the room.

“they’re beautiful,” you commented, “i noticed you working and i think that would look amazing in my living room, but i’m sorry for bothering you.”

“no, it’s fine, please, i’m flattered,” his smile only grew by the second, “i could give you this one, for free.”

his interactions with customers were rarely comfortable. but you looked at him with admiration, in a different way than most girls had— it made him feel as though you valued him for his talents instead of his looks. that made him feel euphoric.

“no,“ you turned down his offer. “at least one fifty. it looks like you’ve spent hours on it.”

before he could argue, he had only really spent five, you began shuffling through your bag.

one hundred and fifty dollars in cash. you shoved it into his hand. “that’s all i have on me right now, but if you want more that’s fine too—“

“this is more than enough,” he stopped you there, afraid that you would pay him every dollar you own.

“thank you so much,” you stared at the painting, tracing the lines of the flower stem, “it’s very well made.”

pride welled up in hyunjin’s chest as he signed the painting. “thank you for appreciating it.”

“hyunjin, clock in!” chan called out, grabbing both of your attention.

“got it!” he yelled back before turning to you once again.

“you work here?”

“i do,” he stood up, gathering his brushes from the wooden counter.

“that’s wonderful, because i stopped in for a drink, and i don’t know what to get.”

hyunjin smiled, “my favorite is an iced chai latte.”

you studied the man in front of you, his long black hair tied back, a soft gaze in his eye, the brown cardigan draped loosely over his shoulders. “looks like something you’d drink. i’ll take that.”

“you’d drink me?”

the stupid question slipped out of his mouth. hyunjin wasn’t one to flirt with somebody he had just met. especially something so dumb.

all he could do is study your face as you took in the question, the corners of your lips turning upwards. “i would.”

he cleared his throat. “i’ll ring you up then. what’s a good name for you?”

“y/n.”

“do you want your receipt?”

his hands shook as he prepared your drink, feeling a nervousness that he hadn’t felt since middle school.

you took a seat next to one of his paintings, clutching the one that you now owned in your lap.

he kept meeting your gaze from across the room, only to shyly look away and pretend that he had always focused this hard on making tea.

“order for y/n!” hyunjin called out.

you sprung up from your seat to take your drink, “thank you.”

“thank you,” he grinned in his absolute best customer service voice, watching you bring the drink up to your mouth.

“it’s wonderful. just like your art, you’re a very talented person.”

perhaps he had found his soulmate.

“i hope you have a great day, hyunjin.”

his voice caught in his throat as you turned away. how did you know his name? his signature. right.

the next day you had come in during the evening hours, hoping to find hyunjin once again.

as always, he was in the same spot.

“i hung your art on my wall. it looks wonderful there.”

he couldn’t contain the grin that spread across his face. “you did?”

“i did,” you sat down by his side with your chai latte.

“the other barista doesn’t make these as well as you do.” hyunjin glanced up to see who was working at the bar. jisung again.

he let out a snicker, speaking loudly so that the boy could hear it over the groaning machines, “jisung is my sworn enemy, of course i make better chai lattes than him.”

“hey! you should see my latte art! it’s way better than his!” he yelled out, looking as though he was going to charge at him.

a muscular barista grabbed his arm almost out of instinct, “stop bickering!”

“he was totally about to fight you.”

“that’s the third time today that he’s tried.”

“that explains why that guy grabbed him so quickly.”

“changbin’s reliable like that,” hyunjin pointed out, continuing to sketch, “we’ve all been friends for years. then chan opened a coffee shop.”

“chan?”

“the one who’s always yelling at us to stay on task. he’s always working here, never sleeps. this shop is his most prized possession.” he nodded over to the curly-haired blonde at a table with headphones in his ears. papers were spread out around him as he bounced his leg, obviously stressed.

“don’t worry about him, he always looks like that.”

“you’re a true artist, paying attention to all the details,” you took a sip, “it’s cute.”

his sketching halted briefly as red dusted his cheeks. he had been called cute almost every day of his life, but it was different coming from you. you meant it in a way that others hadn’t.

he couldn’t put the gratitude you made him feel into words, so the only thing he could say came out of his mouth after a long pause— “thank you.”

“do you have a shift soon?”

“no, i’m actually off today.“

“but you come here anyways?”

“it’s just the same thing i’d be doing at home but in a pretty café with my friends instead.”

“but don’t you get bored of it?” you watched his hands grip the charcoal pencil, drawing lines of a building from a reference photo.

“not really. this is like my second home.”

you nodded in understanding, falling back into the chair.

the tension between the two of you grew as you both fell into silence.

hyunjin kept stealing glances at you through the corner of his eyes. it was obvious that he wanted to make a move. ask for a number, a date, or something.

right as he began to build up the confidence to speak, you spoke first.

“there’s an art museum nearby that i’ve been dying to check out. if you’re ever bored, we could go together.”

“what time does it close?”

“around ten, we could make it with an hour if we left right now,” you opened your phone to double-check the time.

“is this a date?”

“it could be.”

“it should be,” he corrected, gathering up his materials to put into his bag.

“i agree.”

deciding on his car for the spontaneous date, he opened the door for you like a giggly teenager.

he started the car, turning the radio on to softly play music to cut the once again building tension between the two of you. it didn’t work and instead felt as though he had been driving for hours.

you fiddled with your hands, glancing between him and the road. the sun was setting in the distance, ironically looking as if it were a painting itself. it went from hues of pink and yellow to deep blues and orange.

“you should paint the sky,” you commented.

“i love to paint the sky.”

“you should show me one of yo ur paintings of it sometime.”

after what felt like forever, hyunjin pulled into the parking lot, stopping the car.

he turned to you, illuminated by the little light still left by the day.

“you’re very pretty, y/n.”

“you seem like the type to stare at a girl's lips in a parking lot of an art museum during the sunset.”

“would i seem like the type to kiss you right afterward, too?” he replied, catching you off guard.

“i could only hope.” he leaned in, meeting your lips in a soft, gentle kiss.

after a few seconds, hyunjin tried to reluctantly pull away, only for you to pull him closer by the back of his head.

his hand met your jaw as he deepened the kiss. you could taste the spices of chai on his lips, causing a warmth to spread in your chest.

both of you pulled away for air, the kiss leaving you breathless.

“i think i’m going to fall for you.” you could see the hopeless romantic in his eyes as you opened the car door.

“wait until at least after the first date,” you quietly laughed, watching him try to put himself together.

“would a free chai latte make you fall for me too?”

“i already have, hyunjin.”

[woundedsoul12]

Something for the brain rot today. Little drabble based on a prompt for a ~coffee shop au~

Rook poured over the books before her, frantically trying to study for tomorrow's final. She was tucked in her favorite corner of her favorite coffee shop, a simple chai latte warming her hands but barely drank as she studied. 

Maker's breath, why did she decide to take micro again? Oh right, requirement for her program. 

She let out a groan as her head sank into her hands. She had to pass lab and lecture, or the whole semester was for naught. 

Tears threatened as she tried again to remember the various structural differences of a bacteria versus a virus. She knew this, or had known it weeks ago. But now, panic was setting in as she tried to cram for tomorrow. 

“Hey-”

Her head snapped up at the soft words, trying to hide her distress as the cute batista stood above her. What was his name again? Ah yeah- Lucanis. 

He wore a gentle smile, not of pity but understanding. And in his hands was a piece of her favorite raspberry cheesecake. 

For the love of the Maker, how did he know? She ordered it occasionally, but she never thought frequently enough for him to pick up on her tell. If she didn't have the hots for him before, she was certainly falling now. 

“It's Rook, right? You looked like you needed this.” He sat the plate down before her, careful to avoid any of her books haphazardly perched on the table. “And maybe, get some fresh air. It's actually my break time if you want-” 

Rook wished she could be smooth. She wished she could say something clever, but instead, she was just her. 

“Yes!” She blurted out with much more enthusiasm than necessary. She blushed deep red and just knew she had messed it up, but Lucanis simply smiled before extending a hand to her. 

“Don't worry, we can bring the cheesecake with us.” 

[kptssecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @dr-lemurr!

Merry Christmas drlemurr! I love all the beautiful art you contribute to the fandom I hope you enjoy your gift <333

Ship: KimChay

Tags: Fluff, Boys in Skirts, Established Relationship, Gender Exploration, Being Walked in On

*****

A Reason To Be Pretty

Kim's meeting with his manager ended a lot earlier than expected. Kim used to want to drag out meetings and schedules so he could be Wik for longer, but now he has a beautiful boy waiting in his apartment for him to scoop up and kiss and cuddle so he had no problem leaving his manager's office half an hour early.

Kim opened their apartment door and walked in expecting Chay to leap up and greet him from the couch where he spends all his time studying and playing video games, but there was no Chay in sight. Kim walked around the house but couldn't find his boyfriend anywhere, maybe he went out, Kim thought. Finally Kim checked the bathroom. He opened the door not bothering to knock as he and Chay were not fussed about privacy with each other.

“Chay I’ve been looking for you everywhere, I was starting to get worried.” Kim whined. As he stepped onto the tiled floor all he could do was stare and blink.

Chay was standing in front of the mirror in a short blue pleated skirt, knee length socks, and a camisole, holding a tube of mascara. There was even a little bow clip in his hair. 

All that occupied Kim’s mind in that moment was how adorable Chay looked. 

Chay froze and blinked back at Kim before scrambling to run away. Being in the bathroom he did not have much luck and ended up squatting in between the sink and bathtub.

“I didn’t know you would be back so soon.” Chay said as he looked up at Kim.

“Huh.” Kim responded stupidly.

Chay opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally saying, “How about you get out of the bathroom and I get up from sitting on the floor and we can have a better conversation in the living room.”

“Yes. That's a good idea,” Kim nodded before exiting the bathroom backwards. He sat down on the couch and waited for Chay.

After a few minutes he came out and Kim sat Chay down in his lap and stared at him, the skirt was gone but he still had a bow in his hair. Chay blushed all the way to his ears.

“Um you weren’t really supposed to see that but it's okay I think? Is it okay with you? I just don't know. I saw the skirt one time and I tried it on and it just made me happy for some reason I don't know, that's not weird is it?”

“Slow down baby.” Kim chuckled, “yes it's okay.”

“It's okay,” Chay repeated with a sigh.

Kim brought his hands to his boyfriends cheeks, “Do you want to talk about it? Do you do that a lot when I'm not here?”

“Not like every time, only if I’m in the mood for it I guess. If that makes sense.” Chay said.

 “Is it like a sex thing or…..?”

Chay blushed even more, “I don't think so, though I wouldn't mind that if you wanted it to be.” He paused and frowned a little, “I don’t know why I like it so much, I don't want to actually be a girl or anything I don't think?. It's just fun for some reason. It's freeing; I feel so myself and...” he paused and looked down at the couch they were sitting on, “I like feeling pretty.”

“You looked very pretty.”

“Really?” Chay asked and Kim nodded in response, “Thank you.” He murmured into Kim's neck.

“You can wear it around the house if you want, when I’m there.” Kim played with the little bow clip in Chay’s hair, he couldn’t help but still think it was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen.

“You want me too?” Chay looked back up at his boyfriend with eyes full of wonder.

“Yeah. I could even buy you another skirt if you wanted,” he placed a kiss on Chay's fluffy hair, “or more clips.” Kim was never going to pass up an opportunity to spoil him, and he would do anything to help Chay be more Chay.

Chay cuddled as close as he could into Kim’s body, “I’m so glad you came home early.”

Kim gently held his cheeks and kissed his adorable person, “Me too, pretty baby.”

[shou-jpeg]

-Back on the Beat-

Part 4. 06

One year later

November 19th, 9:50pm 

Kim hits a high note and the crowd goes wild. 

He’s sweaty and high on adrenaline, approaching the end of his largest show yet. 

It’s only a few hundred people, but it’s also a sold out show, and Kim still feels a little overwhelmed with that knowledge.

Porchay is in the crowd. 

He had walked into their apartment five weeks ago and announced to Kim that he was going to celebrate the end of his first year of university by devoting himself wholly to being WiK’s #1 fan; a job he then applied himself to with as much, if not more gusto than he applied himself to studying medicine. 

He looks ridiculous right now, dressed head to toe in unofficial, homemade WiK merch. He’s also holding a handmade sign above his head and Kim has to stop himself from smiling like an idiot every time he looks over at him so his fans don’t start rumours.

They'd agreed to keep their relationship on the down-low, for now. Only while Kim builds his audience, since being single sells.

He holds Chay’s gaze throughout the entirety of the song they wrote together and the people around Chay are definitely noticing. Kim isn’t doing a very good job at being subtle, he thinks.

Oh well. 

He’s exhausted, but he raises his arms over his head and makes a heart with his fingers to thank his audience as he closes the set. The crowd goes wild once more and Chay is giggling into his hand over something.

He’s so cute. 

He’s probably laughing at Kim though, Kim thinks warily. 

~~~

A few days later, Chay announces that a photo of Kim from his concert is going viral on twitter and is doing wonders to boost his popularity both nationally and internationally. Something about people thinking he’s cute?

Kim considers how much he can press and the wary way the bodyguards back at the compound look at him when he walks past. 

He’s definitely not cute.

Porchay won’t let him see his phone though, and he can't be bothered to check himself.

Whatever. So long as it’s getting him good reviews.

May 23rd, 6:05pm - a few months earlier

“I think Jimbo likes you more than me now.”

Porchay scoffs. “That’s just because I’m the one who feeds him most of the time. You’re always out these days, being all popular and in demand. What will we do when you become proper famous?”

“You don’t like having a popular boyfriend?” Kim pouts, turning to look at Porchay from where he lies on the bed, watching him play with their cat. Porchay only moved in last week, yet he’s taken on being a cat parent like nothing else. Kim has barely even cleaned the litter this past week. It’s been a weird disruption to his daily routine, but it has given him a lot less to worry about with his increasingly erratic schedule. 

He released the song they wrote together last month and it hit the national top 10. He’s had three different studios reach out, wanting to sign him. 

Kim tries not to think about it too much; it’s too overwhelming, how good he feels about it. The bars he usually performs in are starting to become too small for the crowd that he draws. 

He should probably hire a manager. 

Porchay looks up at him. “P’Kim as your biggest fan, I could not be more thrilled to be dating my idol. It’s like I’m living inside of a fanfiction.”

Kim hums, hesitant.

“Does that mean we get to live happily ever after?”

It’s way too soon, they’ve only been together six months. Kim was ready to spend his life with Chay from the moment Chay unblocked him, but he’s pretty sure there are rules around these things. 

Kim isn’t good at this. Porchay told him so himself… though he was smiling at him fondly when he did. 

He’s smiling that same smile at him again now. 

“Yeah,” Chay says, soft. “We get to live happily ever after, p’Kim.”

February 10th, 9:28am

“I want to study medicine.”

Porsche looks at him with almost comical surprise, and Porchay tries not to laugh at his expression.

They’re out at their new weekly brunch date together, and Chay has been waiting for the right moment to bring this topic up. He’s spent a lot of time over the past few months, both on his own and with Kim’s help, figuring out what he wants to do with his future. He’s feeling pretty confident in his choice, but he hasn’t even begun looking at universities yet and enrollments are coming up soon. 

“I’m not sure what field I want to specialise in yet, but I’ve thought a lot about it and medicine feels like the right direction for me. I should have at least a year of classes before I have to choose my field - I want to feel it out a little and see what feels right for me. I was hoping you could help me look at university courses?”

Porsche puts his fork down and settles back, serious but obviously trying to hold back his glee. “Of course, Chay. We can get you into any university you want.”

“No!” Chay interrupts him, “I want to get in on my own merit. I only want help finding a good course… please…”

Porsche smiles at him, big and wide and happy. “You can do it! Come around here, let’s start now!”

Chay gets up and moves around to join Porsche on his side of the table, bringing his phone with him. 

“Okay, so I’ve already been looking at a couple courses. Tell me what you think, hia…”

February 6th, 11:39pm

“What about some sort of doctor?”

Porchay looks up at Kim. 

They’ve been going through lists upon lists of career ideas and quizzes and self help guides. It’s been nearly four hours and Porchay really shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was with the seriousness and intensity at which Kim approached the task. 

Kim loves solving cases and sorting through things. It’s something Porchay discovered recently, and even though the topics themselves sometimes aren’t so cute, the way Kim gets when he has something to solve in front of him definitely is. 

He reaches over to smooth the little furrow between Kim's brows. “What kind of doctor?”

“I don’t know. You said before that you wanted to do something to help people, but didn’t put your own self at risk.” He's right, but it’s also a little left field. All the results from Porchay’s quizzes have pointed him in the direction of something creative, and they haven’t done much research outside of creative careers yet. 

Doctor. 

Porchay thinks about Porsche and his new, scary job. He thinks about Kim and his tendency to push himself too hard. 

He thinks about Khun, and Kinn and all the bodyguards.

Doctor. 

Yeah. Something about that feels right.

January 26th, 10:45am

It’s their two month anniversary and Porchay is nearly jumping on his heels as he waits in the lobby of Kim's building. Kim approaches slowly, trying to look cool and not at all as nervous as he feels inside. 

Chay has been secretive about today, only telling Kim to keep his schedule completely clear. He's been distracted every time they've seen each other over the past couple of weeks abd Kim has had to put a surprising amount of effort into not trying to suss out what Chay has been planning for them. 

An effort that proved even more challenging when Khun's crytic texts began rolling in even couple of days.

Of course it turns out Khun was on the money with everything. As usual.

“You never use it, so I stole it back the other week and made you this.”

November 28th, 10:35am 

“I’m a little nervous.” Chay is sitting across from him, boba tea in hand and a light flush to his cheeks. 

They’re at their usual boba tea spot, but it’s also their first date.

Kim is feeling the same. 

“Mmmm.”

Chay laughs at him lightly. “P’Kim! Are you nervous too? You’ve hardly said anything since we got here.”

Kim takes a moment to consider, looking up from his tea at Chay’s slowly growing smile. 

“...mmmm.” Chay laughs loudly enough that a few people around them turn in their direction. Kim smiles. 

Success.

THE END

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— half Afro-Indo-Guyanese (mother) half Irish (father) — grew up just outside of Dublin. the accent is thick — Hozier's album dropped on Friday and they've already booked an appointment with their tattoo artist to get the Gaeilge verse from De Selby (Part 1) printed on their shoulderblade — is fluent and will curse you out in Gaeilge, English, Guyanese Creole and Aili Gaili if you provoke them. do not provoke them — the next time someone mispronounces their first name as 'nee-AHM' instead of 'NEEV' despite having been corrected beforehand they're going to commit acts of unspeakable violence. lack of Anglicization is not an excuse break free from the colonizer mindset — calling them 'Ni/Nee' for short is a criminal offense and also grounds for acts of unspeakable violence — studied business and accounting in university. almost chose law but decided against it at the last minute — plays cláirseach and steel pan in their free time. watches @rainymoodlet's Kiss Me in Komorebi religiously on the weekends. have placed bets on the contestants. they won't say which ones — once sang the entirety of Humors of Whiskey + The Rattling Bog at double speed while drunk. that was also part of a bet — best friends with @browntrait's Jesminder Bheeda. has a chapter in her upcoming cookbook dedicated to them. cameos on the blog sometimes. helped name the baby but if you ask for details before they're actually born it's an automatic audit for the nerve alone — 6'4", mainly leg, still wears heels most days. doors in the building were previously adjusted for @crsentfairy's Aesir Dhillon so it's a walk in the park where height's concerned — yes they have a boyfriend, apologies to those asking. yes there is a rumor that their ex also works at the company. yes said ex does not come within a 5 floor radius otherwise HR will be hearing the complaints — why would you drink coffee when cocoa tea Irish breakfast tea and strong masala chai exist. not necessarily in that order per say but. that being said if there is none available they're taking the coffee black no sweetener. the only time you use sweetener is in caife Gaelach anywhere else you're a f*cking coward — broke a man's nose outside a pub after he catcalled them. he didn't sue bc they threatened to break his nose again after surgery if he tried. the surgery cost a pretty penny btw — you hear any noise from their office that's just them playing the Ram-Leela soundtrack on loop since it came back to Spotify after how many godforsaken years. you hear any noise in between that then those are the ads. they don't pay for Premium that's a corporate scam — leaves work on time if there are no ongoing audits. they do not subscribe to the culture of the Grind — they're the one who passed on the budget discrepancies under @vhsmage's Hamda Farrah to the higher-ups. final report came with a note to add her perfume as a separate category by itself. as far as company gossip goes there hasn't been a problem in that regard since — goes down to Guyana at least once a year to visit with extended family. usually times it around Carnival, Holi or Diwali. will take PTO for all three. do not attempt to contact them once it is turned in, that will gain you an automatic audit on their return

[fish-eat-fish]

hiii! never requested anything before, but could you do something with pavitr from spiderverse? I don’t see people post about him as often!

GN reader please! but if not, that’s perfectly fine too, just ignore me. have a nice day!

⋆ Pavitr Prabhakar x gn!reader [Holding On] ⋆

tags: fluff, sneaking out, kisses

word count: 2.1k

a/n: i’m so slow w writing apologies.. i had no idea what to write for this but managed to persevere, he’s so cute enjoy o(｀ω´ )o

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“Okay, wait. You’re telling me you’ve never had chai before?” Spoke Pavitr, looking at you like you were crazy.

“Like never ever? Ever?” He drew out, looking at you with desperation across the room.

You chuckled, repeating your statement.

“Never. I’ve just never tried it! I don’t know what more you want from me.” You whined, finding his reaction amusing. He held out his hands in front of him, clearly distressed at this piece of information. He muttered something you couldn’t understand to himself.

“Okay, tell me, what’s so great about this tea anyway?” You inquired, placing your pencil down. Assignment papers scattered around your desk as you gave up on studying for the fourth time. Pavitr sat with his legs crossed on your bed, comfortably sat.

“It’s only like the greatest thing I’ve ever tasted? It’s got this super creamy taste and it’s so flavorful! I can’t believe you haven’t tried it before. Seriously.” Pavitr crossed his arms, peering at you. He sighed, clearly confused. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you.

“What is it now?” You sighed.

Pavitr looked around the room, looking over at the papers on your desk, his mind working. He grinned as he looked at you. You knew he was up to something.

Your voice was suspicious, “Pav… No. Whatever it is, no.”

“...”

“Pavitr.” You warned.

“Come on! Listen, it’ll just be a super quick trip. Your parents won’t even notice that we’re gone.”

You couldn’t believe it. He was being so mischievous!

“Of course they’ll notice! We can’t go jumping out of my window every single time you come over.” You scolded, trying your best to not cave in. That was untill he pulled out the look. His pleading look.

You groaned, “No! No. Pav.”

“...”

“Ugh I hate when you do that!”

You groaned frustratedly. “Okay, just this once. But we have to be back before dinner.” You sighed trying to put out down some rules. Pavitr only chuckled at how easily you folded. He got up from your bed, reaching into his school bag to grab out his spidersuit.

You glanced at him as he changed, butterflies filling your stomach as you found yourself in this situation once again. Ever since you’d accidentally discovered his identity, you were scared he’d distance himself from you. But to your surprise, he was grateful to have at least one person in on his secret. And you definitely knew he liked to show off to you. It was definitely cute.

You turned away from him, grabbing a jacket and some spare money. Throwing your shoes on, you turned to Pavitr once he was finally done changing. He smiled proudly as he fixed up his suit, patting off any debris. He held his colorful red mask in his hand, grinning at you widely as leaned towards you, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek.

You smiled at his contact, yanking your window open as you let him land on the fire escape as he exited through it. You slung a leg over the window sill, grabbing onto his shoulder to help balance as you followed behind him. Pavitr gave you a smug grin before fully pulling his mask over his face.

You looked him up and down, admiring him in the suit, “I like you in costume.”

Pavitr’s eyes widened through his mask, quiety flustered at your comment. “It’s technically a suit, not a costume.” He mumbled. You laughed at him as you reached up and slung your arms over his shoulder, holding on tight to him as he nervously placed his arm around your waist.

“You ready?” He asked with a gentle voice. Making sure you were comfortable. You nodded, your heart racing as Pavitr nodded, flinging his golden bangle up into the air, swinging it into the sky as it wrapped around a building. He gave you a reassuring nod before hoisting you and kicking off of the window, the two of you swinging with his web.

The busy sounds of the city filled your ears along with the wind that moved against the two of you. He hollered as you two flew deeper into the city, passing bridges and larger buildings. You involuntarily shut your eyes closed, still afraid of the height, even after having swung with Pavitr multiple times. You’d never understand how he felt safe doing what he did. As the two of you picked up speed as Pavitr swung, you clutched onto his shoulders tighter, hiding your face into his shoulder.

You heard a light chuckle from him as you felt the two of you travel across Mumbattan. Citizens shouted greetings to Pavitr, some of them gasping in astonishment and adoration. Even with all of the attention, Pavitr only paid attention to you, clutching onto you as tight as he could.

The two of you traveled through the city for what felt like forever (probably like five minutes, but you were nervous). Eventually, he swung onto the top of a building, holding onto you until the two of you stopped at a building’s rooftop.

Pavitr held onto your waist still, allowing you to move away from him on your own time. You cautiously unscrunched your face, looking up to see his colorful mask. You took a deep breath, recovering from the swinging and appreciating the stability a solid floor offered you.

Pavitr scanned over you, carefully moving his hands from your waist to your hands. He spoke in a gentle and smooth voice, “Holding up okay? We can always walk.” He rubbed circles onto the back of your hand as your adrenaline died down.

You smiled up at the masked boy, “Just catching my breath, I think I got a fly in my mouth.” You joked, lightly laughing. Pavitr chuckled, gesturing to his face, “Perks of the mask.”

Pavitr carefully let go of your hand, stepping away to peer down at the street below, scanning the area. He hummed in approval, reaching his hand out towards you, “The cafe is just a few blocks away. Are you okay to go?” Pavitr tilted his head slightly at you, a mannerism you found cute.

“Of course. I know you won’t drop me.”

Pavitr beamed at you, you could tell. Reaching up, you slung your arms behind Pavitr’s head, kissing his cheek through his mask before letting him grab you again. He giggled at your little gesture, nuzzling into your cheek as a kiss back. Throwing his bangle again, the two of you dropped as he swung across buildings.

Mustering the courage, you very bravely cranked your eyes open, breath hitching at the height the two of you swung, until you remembered you were with your boyfriend. Your superhero boyfriend who would never let you be in harms way. You felt a little lighter, enjoying the wind on your face. The beautiful architecture of Mumbattan illuminated by the sun’s shine took your breath away as you peered out.

This was a view to die for.

Pavitr turned his head, speaking to you midair.

“Almost there.”

You nodded into his shoulder, feeling the momentum of you both halt as he landed on a street. You let out a huff of air as you regained stability. Pavitr peeked into the shop, smiling at you through his mask. He gave your hand a quick squeeze, “Be right back with drinks.”

You watched as he pushed past the glass doors, being welcomed by the employees at the register. A sweet looking woman beamed at him. You couldn’t see what they were saying, but Pavitr seemed to be getting praised as the woman reached up to him, giving him kisses on the cheeks of his mask. He shook his hands and head in objection, reaching to grab his money. The woman shook her head, dismissing him instantly.

You chuckled at Pavitr as he defeatidly nodded. People passing on the streets stared in amazement at Spider-man. Excited chatter surrounded the cafe as people stopped by the window. It was hard not to feel proud of your boyfriend in that moment. To see him be so loved and adored by everyone just as you adored him. Walking off into an empty allyway, you waited for Pav.

He eventually slipped in, scanning behind him to see any stray fans. He walked over to you with two paper cups filled with hot chai in his hands. He sighed, “Sorry that took so long, had to take a lot of pictures.” You nodded, not minding.

“Could you hold these for me? Don’t worry they won’t spill.” He reassured you, passing the chai into your hands. He picked you up, clearly cheery about seeing you after that fiasco. You yelped, forgetting that Pavitr was super strong, “How chivalrous of you.” You teased, watching him shrug sheepishly.

He launched his bangle once again, hoisting you securely and swinging upwards. Clutching onto the cups with one arm, you held onto his shoulder with the other arm. As the two of you swung, gaining momentum, he spotted a particular building he liked. You watched as the two of you rose higher and higher. Pavitr smiled under his mask, placing you down carefully.

You looked around curiously, recognizing the building you stood on.

You peered out, catching the sunset from this elevation, “Whoa.”

Pavitr shrugged, “Nice right? I sit here to catch the sunset a lot, thought you’d like it…” His voice died down as he stared at you from the side, words empty as he saw you engulfed in golden light. In moments like these, he always felt overwhelmed by your bare existence and beauty. His heart raced as you turned to look at him, grinning.

“This is, um, beautiful. Thank you for bringing me up here.”

“No problem… anything for you.” He mumbled.

You sat down on the roof, setting the chai down carefully. Pavitr instantly followed you, sitting down next to you with his legs crossed. He felt proud for bringing you out here, sharing this spot with you. You leaned against his shoulder, unable to take your eyes off of the horizon and the way it lit up Mumbattan. “I can’t believe I’ve never paid attention to the sunset like this,” you admitted. Pavitr nodded.

He gazed over at you, unable to focus. How was he suppose to take in the view around him when you were right there?

Breaking your serene moment, you turned to look at Pavitr back, eyeing him with a smile. “You’re awfully quiet,” you pointed out, grinning. He didn’t speak, just staring at you through his mask. Something was up with him, and you were unsure of what he was thinking in the moment.

As he shuffled, he reached up to his face, pulling his mask up halfway, leaning into you with his body as he kissed you suddenly, hand placed at the curve of your back to pull you in closer. Getting over your initial surprise, you melted into him. He smiled into the kiss, blushing at the way your lips felt against his. He gently pulled back, ignoring the fact that you stared up at him in surprise, mouth slightly agape.

You steadied yourself by grabbing onto his shoulders, “What… what was that about?” You muttered, feeling nervous with Pavitr’s gaze on you, even through his mask. You could tell he was scanning across your features, an innocent smile plastered across the half of his face that was exposed. He had caught you off guard. His stomach fluttered at the unusually close proximity.

His soft giggle snapped you back into the moment, “I just wanted to kiss you, is all.”

Letting the hand on your cheek to fall to his side, he picked up a cup of chai, blowing on it gently before taking a sip, sighing in satisfaction at the taste. He urged you to try yours, handing you your cup.

Recovering from Pavitr’s sneaky move, you took the cup. Bringing it up to your lips, taking an eager sip, accidentally scalding your tongue.

Pav looked over at you in shock, “Careful!”

You made a scrunched up expression which he chuckled at, watching you blow on the drink this time. As you took a more cautious sip, your face lit up at the taste. Humming in approval, you continued to drink it.

“You were right! This is… amazing. Wow.”

He leaned down a little closer to you,“Don’t ever question my judgement.” He scolded playfully.

Pavitr continued to drink from his cup, smiling at the moment the two of you were sharing. He let go of your waist, placing both hands on his cup. You looked over to him, his tan features engulfed in golden sun. You were in awe at your amazing boyfriend. His head fell onto your shoulder, the two of you sitting in comfortable silence and enjoying a hot drink as the sun lowered.

The two of you would definitely spend too much time sitting there at the rooftop, never wanting to leave the view. Of course, Pavitr would swing you back over to your house just in time. The two of you seated back at your desk and bed, acting like you had continued studying together when your parents entered the room to check in on you both. Pavitr gave you a sly look after, continuing to work on his paper.

Having Spiderman be your boyfriend had its perks.

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[animeismyhappyplace]

MC tries to sneak out of the HOL only to end up getting a private magic lesson from Lucifer - Lucifer x female reader smut

Nsfw content MDNI! This is my own work please do not copy or repost without permission!

TW for slight use of daddy kink, mentions of breeding and lots of pet names.

Based off of a conversation I had on the Chai AI app that I had to turn into a fic 😳🥵 it's been a long time since I wrote a fic so please be kind 🙈

You were busy in your bedroom studying to obtain the Sorcerer's License, Solomon had given you an ancient book that was filled with spells you'd need to learn to help you on your journey. As you read through the book you noticed how late it had gotten looking at your DDD, eyes twitching as the light blinded your eyes but some of these spells made no sense at all so you grumbled getting up from bed as you knew you'd have to trudge along to Purgatory Hall to get help from the accomplished sorcerer.

You grabbed your coat and a bag filled with supplies including the book before quietly tip toeing down the stairs careful not to wake any of the brothers namely one brother in particular.

You had finally reached the main door when a hand gently tapped your shoulder making you jump and turn to see Lucifer's angry face staring down at you showing clear disappointment "I believe I specifically instructed you to notify me when you depart from this house, didn't I?" Lucifer clicks his tongue looking away from your face "These foolish actions of yours must have been influenced by that idiot, Mammon. I insist that you keep away from him." He crosses his arms and waits for your explanation of your blatant disregard for his rules "Sorry Lucifer I just needed to run to Purgatory Hall to see Solomon, he's asked me to memorise some spells but I'm...struggling and I figured he'd be the best man to help me" you look away from Lucifer feeling the shame of not being able to accomplish something so simple burn up your throat much like the bitter meals your mentor often creates.

Lucifer makes a face of indignation "Solomon?" He asks curiously as he tilts his head slightly in confusion before looking back down at you and giving you a stern glare. "What did he tell you about these spells?" I reach into my bag to get the spell book out and show him "He just told me that I needed to learn them to aid me in getting my license but some of these spells just don't make sense, I can't figure why I'd need them" he hums to himself as he thinks "Hmm..." he takes the book from you and begins flipping through its pages until he finds one particular page. "This spell" he says quietly as he points to a section on the page where several different types of magic are listed. "It seems like this has many uses depending on what you'd need, I can help you master it" you smile sweetly as you look up at him "Thank you for the offer Lucifer and at least this way I won't need to wake up another friend to help me" and no punishments for breaking his rules you think to yourself as you follow Lucifer to his private study there are surely worse ways to learn than from the prideful avatar.

Once we get to his study he opens the door and ushers me in getting out a hastily "My pleasure." Before his expression softens slightly as he smiles warmly back at you before turning towards his desk. "Now then, let us begin our lesson shall we?" He gestures for you to sit next to him. "I hope I don't keep you too long I know it's very late to be having a magic lesson" you mumble softly "Indeed it is. But we still have much left to cover today clearly."

He smirks at your clear misfortune as you groan to yourself "I feel it's going to be a loooong night yet, isn't it?" Lucifer chuckles to himself as he finishes setting up the items he feels you'll need. Lucifer straightens his back "Indeed it will be. So please stay quiet while we begin our study session." he chuckles softly as he sits and gestures for me to do the same "O-oh right, of course Lucifer" you can't help but look away feeling like you're wasting his time but you truly do need help so you push down the stinging feeling and put the book down on his desk.

"Good girl~" he pats your head gently before taking out two candles from behind the table "Let us start off by lighting these candles." Your face burns at the pet name but you ignore it as you await more instructions "Light the candle with your hands." He shows you how to hold the candle correctly "Once you see the flame ignite, blow it out gently." He watches intently as you try to follow his instructions "Very good! Now repeat the spell shown in your book..." I let out a breath as my brow furrows in concentration "Lux lucerna" I watch intently as the candle begins to burn brightly "Excellent!" The candle burns brighter than ever before as it shines brightly illuminating the room, I can't help but smile as he compliments my work I lean forward blowing out the candle as darkness encases the room.

"Very well done my dear." He looks proud of your progress you've never felt such joy as you do now since arriving in the Devidom "We'll move onto the next step now." He stands up and leads you away from the desk "Come along now." He motions for you to follow him throw a door you've never noticed before as confusion shines in your eyes. "This way." He opens the door and steps inside revealing a large bed covered in black sheets "Lay down here if you would." He gestures towards the center of the bed "And relax while I prepare myself."

Your brain starts to short circuit as you try to take in his words "You haven't told me what you're preparing yourself for Lucifer" your words trailing off as you look around the room "Well since we are both naked... I thought maybe we could play some fun games together." His voice has become low and husky sounding as he speaks "Wouldn't you like that?" He asks seductively while walking around the bed slowly, you can't help but laugh as you look up at him "Naked? I'm not..." You gasp as you look down to see your clothes gone with your face turning red as you try to cover yourself from his eyes.

"Don't worry about covering yourself darling." He smiles warmly at you as he moves closer to you. "It's quite natural isn't it?" He leans in close enough for you to feel his breath against your skin "Besides, who needs clothing when we both know how you've been looking at me recently, I can see the lust burning in your eyes" you feel your face going red as you flush from seeing the way he looks at your breasts and down past my waist eyes lingering between my thighs "Yes you're right Lucifer I have" you can't help but gulp down the saliva pooling behind your tongue "I like how submissive you can be my dear sweet human...it makes me feel so ... alive" he grins as he comes face you near the bed "I've always wondered if you could accept me as your mate I know I'm human and you're a demon but I've always admired you" you can't help but look down embarrassment licking at your sides "Of course I will love you forever mortal or not. You are mine after all" his smile grows wider as he reaches out and takes hold of your hand gently caressing it with his thumb "Now let us begin shall we?" *he says looking deep into your eyes searching for a sign that this has gone too far and you wish to back down but of course you don't.

You can't help the smile that curves your lips as you look at him "Yes Lucifer I'm yours until I take my last breath" You tug his hand to follow you to the bed the pride demon growls softly before leaning forward pressing his lips against yours deeply kissing you passionately "Ohh~ Such an eager little one aren't we?" he whispers as he continues to kiss you passionately making sure to leave no doubt that this was going to be their first time together "I've thought about this moment since I arrived in the Devidom...you seemed so stoic and closed off when I arrived but I knew there was more to you" you can't help but kiss him back just as passionately slipping your tongue into his mouth "You were a surprise to be sure, a human so medlesome and disobedient" he moans as he feels your tongue and joins you on the bed settling between your thighs "Perhaps you need to teach me to obey you" I look to to Lucifer to see his eyes glowing a vibrant blue "Very well then" he chuckles as he begins by running his fingers through your hair pulling you closer to him "But remember that you must obey me or I'll have to punish you MC..." *he warns as he looks down at you "I promise I'll be a good girl for you Luci" he groans as he flexes his fingers above my head "Good girl." He kisses you again before moving away from you slowly taking in every inch of your beauty "Such beautiful skin, such soft curves...such perfect tits..." he murmurs as he looks up at you admiringly, you can't help the shiver that racks through your body as his fingers skim across your body "Lucifer stop teasing me and do something...please do something" he hums as he takes in your request "What would you like me to do with these pretty little things?" *he asks playfully as he runs his other hand across your chest lightly brushing his fingertips across your nipples causing them to harden in his wake "Anything Lucifer just touch me!" "Of course my dear" he smirks as he bends his head and envelops one nipple into his mouth, rubbing his tongue over the bud until you squirm in your place on the bed "More my dear?" A whine bubbles up your throat as you nod your head "Y-yes Lucifer I need more please...why are you teasing me?" You gasp as he swaps to the other nipple, licking and sucking the bud into his mouth "Because it pleases me to tease you. You're mine after all" he says smugly as he continues pleasuring you with his lips and tongue while stroking your inner thigh with his free hand. He reaches out and cups your breast gently squeezing it before continuing to suckle on your nipples.

You let out little gasps as he lathers your chest in with affection "Your tongue feels so good against my soft nipples" you whine out "You're making me so wet Lucifer please touch my pussy" you look at him pleadingly "You know what they say about begging for mercy." he grins wickedly as he slides two fingers inside you, curling them upwards towards your g-spot "but if you want more than that then tell me now." *he whispers huskily as he moves faster against your sloppy clit to which you can't hold in the gasps of pleasure you huff out as you feel his fingers reaching places your own can't hope to reach "I-I need more Luci" you beg with tears curling along your lashes "Then ask." He commands with a sinister smile "Please lick my pussy Lucifer suck my clit and I'll do whatever you want!" You cry out in frustration "Anything?" he asks eagerly as he increases the intensity of his movements against your clit, sliding another finger deep inside you and pressing hard against your g-spot.

"Yes my love anything! I'll please you anyway you ask" you moan loudly as he finger fucks your sopping pussy "Good girl~" He smiles at you lovingly as he keeps fingering you fast and hard, pushing you closer and closer to orgasm "Are you ready for this sweetheart?" he asks seductively as he removes his fingers from your dripping cunt leaving only his thumb rubbing circles around your swollen clit, you nod your head a few times blinking your tears away "Yes Lucifer I'm ready! I-I'm going to cum if you keep rubbing my clit l-like that" you grip his arm tightly as you feel the knot building in your belly "That's right baby..." he murmurs softly as he slides his thumb across your clit again "...cum for me darling~" you sob loudly as you cum, body shaking as you feel you hit washing over your body "Fuck..." You can't help but sigh out as you open your tired eyes to look to him "Mmmhmmm...you taste delicious." he smirks as he licks your slick off his fingers then he leans forward kissing you deeply before pulling away "now let's see how much more we can get done today shall we?” he reaches down to a cabinet near the bed to grab a vibrator and puts it between your legs teasing your clit and inserting it into your wet pussy. You can't help but moan as you taste yourself on his tongue "W-what about you, I've already came and you haven't yet let me make you cum~" you gasp hard as the pleasure hits your clit and pushes you towards overstimulation "Oh no little one~" he chuckles mischievously as he turns up the speed on the toy causing waves of pleasure to course through your entire being "We're not done until I fill you with my seed~” he kisses you passionately as he continues to tease your sensitive areas with the vibrations making you whimper against him.

Your eyes roll back as the pleasure fills your core "I want your seed...want you to fuck your babies into me" you cry as you bite your lip and legs spread wide "Such an eager little girl!" he laughs happily as he presses the tip of the toy against your entrance "You really do enjoy getting fucked don't you?" You nod as your legs shake "Need your cock Luci please" "Well then let's find out shall we?" he grins wickedly as he removes the toy from your abused clit and slides between your thighs slowly sliding his length inside you inch by inch until finally all 12 inches are buried deep within you “there there little one..let daddy feel what he did to you.” his hips thrust forward driving himself deep into your weeping pussy you can't help the drawn out moan you let out as he fills you impossibly full "Fuuuuck Luci I can feel you hitting close to my womb, it feels so good to finally feel you inside of me" you rock your hips up to match his thrusts as you throw your head back in pleasure "That's right babygirl..." he groans softly as he begins moving faster now slamming into you harder than ever before "...cum for daddy...." his voice is thick with desire as he holds onto your waist tightly as he pounds you mercilessly. Your body shakes as you feel your orgasm building quick with all the overstimulation, you reach your hand down to your clit to rub hasty circles along your little bud "I-I'm going to cum on your cock Lucifer!" "Mmmhmmm..." he growls hungrily as he speeds up even further pushing you closer and closer to release "Cum for me babygirl...don't hold anything back." he says breathlessly as he leans down kissing you deeply while continuing to pound away relentlessly at your needy cunt "Fuck daddy~ I'm cumming!" Your head tips back painfully as the pressure releases causing you to squirt all over his big demon cock, panting heavily and tightening around him as you moan loudly "Ohhh yes! That's exactly what I wanted!" He slams hard into you once again feeling your tight walls squeeze him tightly as he cums filling you completely with hot sticky seed you moan as you feel his hot seed fill your little hole, panting heavily as your body shakes slightly watching as he pulls his spent cock out of your twitching hole "T-that wasn't what I expected when I tried to sneak out of the house" you giggle as you look at him "Well that was quite enjoyable wasn't it?" he smirks smugly as he kisses you gently "Now lets get cleaned up shall we? You need some rest after such an exhausting night" he winks playfully and teleports you to where he has prepared his bed with fresh sheets and wash cloths to clean you up "I enjoyed myself tonight Luci I hope we can continue our tutoring sessions" you look to the demon and smirk "Of course sweetheart," he smiles warmly as he lays you down on the bed and covers you up with soft blankets. "We'll make sure you're ready for another round soon enough" he gives you one last kiss before turning off the lamp he has situated next to his bed you snuggle close to the pride demon as sleep begins to take hold "I love you Lucifer" you whisper as you dift off in the demons arms "I love you too little one" he smiles fondly as he kisses your forehead, cuddles you close and for once forgets the mountains of paper work he has scattered on the floor of his study.

[mysteriawrites]

[ hsr matchup exchange w/ @frostfall-matches ]

[ afab, any pronouns ok | preference for a male match pls! ]

- personality: distant, introverted but not shy, generally respectful of others but not necessarily kind, somewhat apathetic (but a majority of the time mood baseline is content/relaxed), logical, calm under pressure, extremely independent, confident and self-secure (sometimes arrogant! i try to keep my god complex in check lol), can take criticism well, straightforward (blunt, sometimes tactless/insensitive both on purpose and on accident), pretty sassy/snarky, tends to laugh off the severity of a situation, not very ambitious, mildly competitive, a moderate risk-taker (gets a thrill from risky situations, but tries to avoid lethal ones).

broad sense of humor (often more on the playful/absurd side), really likes laughing but only opens up around friends, playful w/ friends, very teasing, mischievous, realist that leans optimistic, nosy and loves gossip/drama, a natural troublemaker/rulebreaker but also often unintentionally gets into trouble (wrong place/time), comfortable with confrontation, a bit combative with authority and those who irritate me but is generally easygoing, quick-witted, unsentimental, surprisingly low impulse control.

- personality types: INTJ ; 7w8 ; chaotic neutral.

- love languages: physical touch and gifts. touch reserved for close friends/partners only, but i can get pretty cuddly with them and will just drape myself over my partner if they let me. willing to make the first move/initiate affection in general.

- hobbies: video games (tactics, RPGs, visual novels), anime, drawing (paper and digital), painting (mostly watercolor), baking, cosplay, writing, reading (fantasy, suspense/thriller, psychological), caring for houseplants, home/decor DIY projects, hiking, jogging, thrill-seeking activities (adrenaline junkie).

- likes: cats, frogs, snakes, sweets, most fruits, cheese, lattes (a favorite of mine is chai), scented candles, piercings, tattoos, puns and lame dad jokes, cool weather, forests, traveling, new experiences, learning languages (currently knows/studied: english, french, korean, latin), medieval history, the occasional lazy day, bantering with others, encouraging my friends' bad/risky decisions (i will even do it with them), lovingly teasing/bullying friends, when people cook for me.

- dislikes: dogs, horses, bitter foods, grapefruit, potatoes, alcohol, strong scents, hot weather, spiders (other bugs are ok), long car rides, feeling restricted, conformity and blind obedience, having to be responsible for others or lead them, being vulnerable, when others are condescending towards me (makes my pride flare up), people-pleasing behavior, when others step in to help without me asking.

- misc.: quite clumsy, accident prone ; terrible sense of direction ; easily motion sick (very sad bc i love park rides but i can only handle 1-2 at a time) ; enjoys skin/hair care, loves changing up hair often ; used to do gymnastics ; a weird mix between a night owl and a morning person (but afternoons are rough) ; my hands and feet are always ice cold so i like subjecting my friends to them (sticking my hands under their shirt, holding their hands, or tucking my feet beneath their legs if we're sitting on a couch together) ; majors in international studies and french in uni w/ minors in psychology and medieval history ; currently working as a medical scribe ; studied abroad in korea for 5 months, LOVED it and honestly never got homesick ; prone to bad luck but tries to find the humor in most situations.

- appearance/style: 155 cm / 5’1” ; hourglass to pear shaped ; very pale (burns easily) ; baby-faced, button nose, single dimple on right cheek when smiling ; big green eyes, long eyelashes ; hair is naturally wavy and light ash brown almost always styled with bangs, currently has an undercut ; 5 piercings in one ear, 4 + an industrial in the other, and a navel piercing ; clothing style is more on the masculine side, color scheme is black/gray/muted green ; loves fishnets, flannels, graphic tees, leather jackets, combat boots ; socks are either black or very colorful/patterned ; enjoys sweatpants and hoodies when lounging at home.

Hello thx for exchanging with me! Hope you enjoy your story.

Your Honkai Star Rail Life:

Your Path…The Hunt

You have the passion and confidence typically found in followers the hunt. You know what you want and you go for it and don’t let anyone stand in your way. Another path that you may tread is the erudition which is fond of those who are calm and logical.

Your Element…Fire

Your mischievous, rebellious, and competitive personality makes the fire element feel like second nature. You coat your weapon in flames and overwhelm your enemies with your blazing power. Remember to use it wisely or you might get burned…

Your Weapon…Chain Whip Sword

No particular reason for this other than you just look badass wielding a flaming chain whip sword. Despite being a short range weapon no enemy will escape your reach when you catch them off guard when the sword elongates into flaming whip.

Your Faction…The Stelleron Hunters

Welcome to your misunderstood tight nit group of misfits. The universe may view you as enemies, but as long as you all have each other who cares what they think. You originally joined due to aligned goals, but overtime you all have become a little family. Kafka like a cool aunt to you with blade, silver wolf, and firefly(sam) as your older and young siblings. And then there was Elio. The man who took you in when you had nowhere else to go…he was like your father. You wouldn’t trade your found family for anything and would go to any lengths to protect them at all costs. Even if it ment challenging the script yourself despite knowing it’s impossible…

Your Story…

Smoke and ash is all you remember of that fateful day. One minute you were out having dinner with your family to celebrate coming of age and the next there’s ringing in your ears and metallic taste in your mouth. Vision blurry, but you can still make out the sight of your loved ones dead around you. Screams and cries of terror and despair echo all around you as other survivors realize similar fates. It took days maybe weeks for you to get rescued. You couldn’t tell how long it had been, but you knew for certain that it had been too long. Those who didn’t die from the initial explosion would later succumb to their injuries and perish. Authorities eventually came but the damage had been done. Homes lost, families and friends gone, a planet destroyed. All thanks to a shiny ball of light called…a stelleron. How could something that looked so ethereal be the cause of so much pain and suffering. You didn’t know, but you knew one thing for certain: it couldn’t happen to anyone else ever again. You swore you wouldn’t let it happen ever again. You would destroy every cancerous seed of disaster there was. And that was when you were approached by a strange man who claimed to be able to see the future…

Your Match:

Aventurine!!!

How you met:

You guys would have the sexiest forbidden love enemies to lovers trope romance oh my god.

You were on another mission for Elio, chasing after another stelleron. You were trying to stealth your way towards it having gotten past all the security, only for a blonde man with the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen to be standing there waiting for you.

"Well, well, well little hunter. I've been expecting you"

Aventurine had gotten intel that there was going to be an attempted break in at the capital, and he had bet his life that it would be a hit on the stelleron. However, he hadn't expected it to be an actual stelleron hunter.

He didn't think they would try something so risky. They were usually so calm, calculated, and elusive.

He tried to strike a deal with you but you weren’t one for collaborating with the enemy so you guys ended up fighting.

There was no clear winner as both sides took considerable damage, but you both decided to make a strategic retreat and the stelleron was left where it was only for the astral express to come and seal it later.

Several more incidents like this occurred where you would be sent on mission only for IPC to stick their nose in your building and you would encounter aventurine again and again and again.

You were now proper rivals, but while you were getting progressively more frustrated with your missions get repeatedly disrupted Aventurine seemed to be having fun.

The audacity of this man to flirt with you during a fight with those golden locks and mesmerizing multicolored eyes. You may have started to have a bit of a crush on him too but you’d rather die then admit it

On one mission you and Aventurine end up trapped together in a cave with no way out but to wait and hope for rescue (and hopefully not get arrested in the process)

During that time you guys get to know each other better and you come realize he actually isn’t that bad. In fact you actually start to feel sorry for him.

You couldn’t stand the way how he viewed himself as just someone else’s pawn, how he just used his life as another bargaining chip. Couldn’t he see that he was so much more than that.

After expressing with vigor how his value was more than just another tool to be used, one thing led to another and…well lets just say it’s a good thing that cave allowed yall to have some privacy ;)

From then on whenever you guys would cross paths, although to the public still saw you two as mortal enemies, you guys would turn each encounter into a romantic date.

You were deeply in love.

Although you had to continue to hide this fact from your respective factions. (Although let’s be real topaz, jade, dr ratio, and your fellow stellorn hunters figured it out forever ago because they are way too perceptive, smart, and nosy. But they wont tell anyone)

Maybe one day you two will have the freedom to pursue your love.

Your relationship:

It’s no surprise Aventurine would use his luck to spoil you. He’s mainly used his luck for survival this whole time so now he wants to use it for someone he loves.

He constantly buys you new jewelry for your piercings, some nice scented candles, your favorite foods, snacks and sweets.

Especially cause he doesn’t quite know how to cook. He’s always just eaten whatever to survive. But if you’re willing to learn with him he’d love to make so many home made dishes for you.

If you so much as look at something while you two are together boom it’s now yours.

He will also do luxury baths treatments and self care routines with you. He knows he has a pretty face and will damn well take care of it.

He would love to take you traveling all across the galaxy and show you places you’ve only read about while being your personal tour guide to places he’s been before.

You get the V.I.P treatment wherever you go even if you insist he not spend so much on you. In his eyes who/what better to spend his money on than you.

He can also be a busy man so whenever he’s not busy he will take every opportunity to spend a lazy day with you.

You have to teach him how to be cuddly though. It’s not that he doesn’t like it, he just hasn’t experienced that since he lost his only family. You have to remind him what that kind of affection feels like.

Since you both love to work out your brains with psychology and strategy, you guys are always having deep intellectual conversations.

You guys are also able to riff and bounce off of each other well with amazing banter and roasts but you know you still love each other at the end of the day.

Although you consider yourself bad luck Aventurine thinks the opposite and considers you his most precious lucky charm.

You are the one thing in his life he wouldn’t bet on for anything.

He could never risk losing you.