#eh maybe a topic to think about for another time

[kooldewd123]

there's something to be said about the choice to use "prince" as the main signifier of military rank for the andalites. because it kinda obscures the truth of the situation, doesn't it? a group of kids getting magic powers from an alien prince sounds whimsical and delightful. a group of kids getting pulled into a war by an alien colonel sounds tragic and horrible. the slow reveal of what "prince" actually means over the course of the early books is perhaps the most underrated twist of the entire series, because it fundamentally recontextualizes the entire premise of the series without the reader even consciously realizing it.

[moonstandardtime]

i want to put link in isat. im sure hed do fine. the heros spirit endures

[redflagshipwriter]

ANOTHER UNDEAD FENTON

Inspiration came from this post by @stars-obsession-pit !

Word count: 1479

Masterpost of Archive Down Fics here.

(I wrote three dp x dc fics based off of prompts I've seen in the last day for reading while the site is getting maintenance. )

There was a high, shrill scream in the Fenton lab.

Maddie bolted for the stairs, abandoning her coffee without a thought. She flung herself down to see Jack bent over a body in front of the portal.

“Is this person a threat?” Maddie prepared to defend her husband, but the body didn't move.

Jack looked up at her. “No, I was just surprised! I think he's hurt, Mads.”

Her bleeding heart husband. She crossed the room and rolled their intruder over to see it was a kid, maybe Danny's age. In his sleep, he had a sweet, soft face. His face and throat were covered in faint scars.

Well. That was one of hers, now. No getting around it. That was a teenage boy on her floor who has obviously been the victim of violence.

“Well, shit,” Maddie said companionably. She blew out air between her teeth. “Dear, would you put clean sheets on in Jazz's room?”

They were running out of space, between the clones and the past evil alternate future children.

Jack saluted her, shouted an affirmation , and bounded away.

Maddie took a moment to wonder if her children would be an infinitely expanding collection and if so, if it would be better to move into Vlad's castle than to build the home addition they had planned for.

She gathered the teenager up in her arms despite him being her size, and laid him out on an exam table. She started checking his vitals.

A hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Maddie said. She redirected her hand to smooth hair behind his ear. He blearily followed the movement, just as obviously intelligent as he was obviously compromised. She didn't know if it was a concussion or drugs or what, but this boy was not well. “It's Friday June 29th, and you're in Amity Park, Illinois. I'm Madeleine Fenton and you're at my house because you fell through a portal. Is there someone I should call for you?”

He stared at her. She could see the moment he decided not to speak to her.

That situation didn't change much all day. The kid walked himself up to bed and peered around at Jazz's old posters. He seemed to want to be alone, but Maddie caught him watching Dani and Dan playing catch in the yard. She made eye contact with him over her book and then looked back at her shrieking kids. Dan was doing flips on the trampoline and launching his sister in the air, catching and tossing her back up in the nick of time between flips.

Their new boy closed his curtains.

“I was thinking about Dante,” Jack said, bringing out a pitcher of iced tea. “Or, how about Jasper! Eh? Eh? You know, like Jazz-per?” Jack belly laughed.

“He probably has his own name,” Maddie said calmly. She'd estimated him at 16 or so, anyway. But whatever. If he wasn't going to give them a name, they did eventually need something to call him. And they needed to sort out accommodation fast, before Jazz got back from her college tour trip.

“Let's go with Jasper until he gives us his real name.” There were enough Ds in her home, honestly.

She lured Jasper out of his room for lunch. He sat at the kitchen table and watched them all warily. He only ate what they ate.

Danny arrived mid-meal. “Mom! Dad!” There was a whumpf as he probably threw himself onto the sofa. “We wanna go to Elmerton, that ok?”

“You should take your brother with you,” Maddie called back. “He needs clothes.”

“What?” Danny clearly pried himself up and came into the kitchen. Maddie silently offered to make him a plate. “No, I ate at Tuck's. Dan, what'd you do to your clothes?”

“Nothing, you pathetic worm,” said Dan, who really was a sensitive boy. “I am not the topic of discussion, you blithering fool.” He jerked a finger at Jasper. “New one.”

Danny stared.

Jasper looked uncomfortable. He gave a sort of hello nod.

“He's, uh, he's not-”

“Not a clone or alternate future version of you, nope,” Maddie agreed. “Though he did come out of the portal. We wondered if he might be a ghost, but it didn't seem necessary to ask.”

Jasper full body flinched at the word “ghost”, but he looked confused.

Danny squinted at his new bother who, it must be said, did look a bit like a Fenton already. “Not a ghost,” he said after a long pause. “But a little undead. Not sure what kind. But yeah, you're walking dead, buddy.” He clapped Jasper on the shoulder.

“You'll fit right in!” Jack cheered. “Dan is half dead! So is Danno! And so is Dani here! And-”

“Thank you, Jack,” Maddie cut him off. “It might be a sensitive subject, don't you think?”

“Nah,” said Danny, stealing food out of the pan despite saying he wasn't hungry. “We aren't that sensitive. Like-” he looked at Jasper and explained: “I got electrocuted to death in the lab two years ago. Dan is from an alternate future where everyone he loved died, so then he killed everyone else on earth. And Dani is a science experiment baby.”

“It's true,” Dani said solemnly. “I'm a work of science.”

“You make me sound so uncool,” Dan complained, stabbing at his spaghetti.

Jasper laughed for the first time. He himself seemed surprised by the sound. It was hoarse but there was promise there.

When the boys were off at the mall in Elmerton with Sam and Tucker, Maddie called up Vlad.

“You want to come here?”

“I’ve got more kids than I have rooms in my house,” she said wryly. “So if the offer is still open…”

“Yes, of course it is,” he assured her. “But- most of the little ones are still in the Ghost Zone, correct?”

“They're not big enough to leave yet,” Maddie agreed. “Which is why I need to be near a portal.” The ghostlings were staying with the LunchLady and Box Ghost, but they needed to be able to be in touch. “But no, I've got another one.”

Glass shattered in the background. “Another- what happened to Daniel this time?”

Maddie laughed at how flustered her old college friend got. “Nothing to do with Danny, actually, this one fell out of the portal. He's some level of partly dead, but we don't think he's a ghost at all.”

Left unsaid was that they needed to do a lot of research to figure out what other possibilities there were. If they could get into contact with Danny's GP, he might be able to get them on the right track.

“Well.” Vlad took a moment to rally. “When will the family be arriving?”

Two months later, all the kids were pretty settled in.

Jasper had never shared a name, but he was happy to let them call him Jay. He was a phenomenal big brother to Dani. He wrestled with Dan. He bullied Danny into doing his homework. It had been something of an administrative nightmare to get Jaspen enrolled in school, but Vlad had pulled off whatever magic trick he'd done for Dani (applied a lot of money to the problem, Maddie supposed) and Jay had settled in very well.

“Your debut in society,” Maddie hummed, making a point of straightening Jay’s tie. He was growing already, she was sure of it! He was going to wind up as tall as Jack.

“I've been to parties before, Mom,” Jay drawled, and then flushed a dark red that meant he didn't want to be asked questions. Maddie tweaked his nose instead of answering.

“But this is the first one where Vlad's introducing you to his business friends!” She said, already dressed up for a fun night. Vlad had flown them all in on his private jet for the day.

“Queen is a family man as well,” Vlad had said the night before, aiming for calculating and coming off soft. “It will put him off his guard or perhaps make him sick with envy that I have brought a higher quality child than he could ever manage to produce.”

They arrived together, Maddie on Jack's arm, keeping her flock of kids within eyesight as Vlad led the pack. She had a perfect view of Oliver Queen seeing them arrive, the smile dropping off his face, and him choking on his drink. He did look very silly, Maddie had to admit.

“Inept,” Vlad hissed, very pleased. “The fool can't even drink. His company will be mine-” he looked at Danny for some reason. Vlad faltered at whatever be saw. “....Through legitimate business practices, such as buying a majority of stocks,” Vlad weakly finished.

Maddie slapped him on the back. “Go get him, tiger.”

[red-riot-unbreakable-heart]

Touya Todoroki: Sexy Uber Driver!? | Touya x Reader AU Imagine 🌶

Absolutely no fuckin' clue where this one came from guys!! But it's hot, sexy and involves fucking a stranger! AU where there's no quirks and Touya is a tattoo artist who drives Uber as a aside gig. MDNI.

Ok but imagine that Touya is your Uber driver driving you home after a work event.

It's been a longass day, followed by a longass happy hour spent networking with co-workers. You're absolutely exhausted and your feet are killing you so you slip off your dainty high heels and hold them at your side. You sigh in relief when your standard SUV Uber pulls up to the curb. The driver rolls down the window slowly, giving you an appraising look. He takes in your sensible outfit, eyes lingering on the way your bare feet tap anxiously into the harsh cement of the sidewalk.

The driver looks to be about your age - mid-twenties. He's handsome, in an emo-goth sort of way. Dark black hair puffing up in all directions around a pale, aristocratic face. He's got a cute nose, but it's absolutely covered in piercings. So are his ears - silver cuffs climbing up his lobes and under his hair. He's wearing a black t-shirt that shows off the way his bicep flexes as he slings an arm across the steering wheel.

"Y/N?" He asks, glancing between you and your Uber profile on his phone.

"Yup, that's me." You say somewhat awkwardly, leaning around the car so you can triple confirm the license plate number.

"What, you think I'm the boogeyman or something? Do I look like someone who goes around kidnapping people for a living?" He smirks.

You peer down to look at the driver skeptically. He's cute. Thin as a rail in his tattered, well loved hoodie and jeans. His piercings sparkle beneath the streetlights, and he's got these light, bruised-looking circles under his eyes that indicate sleep loss. He's pretty in a grungy skater kind of way. He looks like he smokes cigarettes after sex. You raise an eyebrow.

"Actually, yeah. With those piercings and that vintage My Chemical Romance hoodie, you look like you'd kidnap my ass and lock me up in Hot Topic." You quirk your mouth into a grin, teasing. Flirting? Maybe. "I wouldn't advise kidnapping, though. My friends are all far too poor to pay any sort of emotastic ransom."

He wasn't expecting this quip, his eyes widening in surprise as he meets your dig with silence. Finally, he bursts out laughing, throwing his head back and smiling in a way that makes him look so, so pretty. You shake your head to clear it of your horny little thoughts. Your tired and you need to get home - stop flirting with the Uber driver! You just want to tuck yourself into bed with a warm cup of tea. Maybe jerk off until you fall asleep.

You slouch into the backseat of the car and toss your work bag to the floor along with your shoes. You shut the door soundly behind you and the driver pulls away from the curb and onto the road. As you dig through your bag for your emergency pair of socks, you're happy to note that it's nice and cozy inside the car. When you finally grasp the thick white socks at the bottom of the bag you sigh in relief. You pull them on, haphazardly menuvering yourself around the backseat.

"I'm gonna need you to buckle up back there." The driver says lazily. "I don't have time for insurance hazards."

"Oh, right." You say flatly, reaching to grab your buckle and slide it into place. The buckle makes a loud "click!" as it finds it's home and the driver hums out a satisfied noise.

"You'd be surprised on how many people fight me on that." He says amiably.

"Fight you? About buckling their seatbelt?" You say in surprise. "That's a weird hill to die on."

You see the driver's shoulders rise and fall in an exasperated little shrug. "It's simple - people don't like being told what to do. Especially not by their driver. Everyone in this area seems to think an Uber driver should be seen and not heard."

"Oh. That kinda sucks."

"Eh, it's a means to an end." He says with another small shrug.

It’s a long drive home - a full hour in the car. You pop in your air pods but the driver is chatty. You scowl at first, longing to decompress and sink into your favorite playlist. No such luck - the driver is roasting your work outfit.

“Pencil skirts are stupid, you’re too good looking for something so uptight.” You bite back a with a witty reply, and before you know it the flirty banter has turned to a heart to heart with your emo ass ride share driver.

It only takes few minutes for you to realize how fucking hot he is - he glances back at you through the rearview mirror with ice blue eyes and you’re practically in love. The time flies - you talk about your job, the horrific dating scene in the city, the way you dream about doing something crafty on the weekends but always end up sinking into your chores instead. He talks about the tattoo parlor that he shares with his friends Spinner and Tomura, the pranks they pull on each other during the slow days. He tells you in detail about his dreams of selling more prints of his art, how he really wants to make something of himself as an artist but he's too afraid to branch out beyond ink. You ask about his fares and what he uses the extra driving money for. He hates driving drunk people, but he also likes taking care of people - making sure they've gotten home safe. He likes knowing that in driving them, he's keeping one less drunk driver off the road. As for the extra money, well...he tells you about the expensive oil paints he's saving up to buy, and the canvases he wants to hand stretch in his garage.

When he pulls up to your apartment complex you find you don’t really want to leave. He puts the car in neutral and you continue to chat. He turns in his seat to look at you and you blush under his intense gaze. Eventually, the conversation trails off and the tension in the air is almost unbearable. You stare at him, want thick on your tongue like honey. His eyes glint as they dip down to glance at your lips, and you know he wants you just as badly. It's been what, an hour since you met? Maybe two? You don't even know this guy. He could be married! You glance at his left hand...no ring. He seems like a good enough guy, right? You're still looking at his hands. They're so goddamn hot. You picture what his hands would look like gripping your hips, slapping your ass, wrapping around your throat to provide the tiniest bit of pressure...

"You're staring." He says in that low voice of his. You love the way he talks - his words come out almost lazy but his tone is deep, teasing. Your eyes flicker up in surprise.

"I am." You say evenly, meeting his gaze. "I was thinking that maybe we should..." Your tone is honeyed, sultry. You let your eyes drop down to his lips and linger there. When your eyes travel back up to meet his own, his eyebrows raise in a silent question. Do you want what I want? And are you willing to take it?

10 minutes later he has you bent over in the back seat of his car, rolling his hips rhythmically as he fucks you better than you’ve been fucked in years.

Your sensible blouse is half unbuttoned and in disarray, and your pencil skirt is hiked up around your waist. The driver had a spare condom in the glove compartment of his car (you hope it hasn't been there too long and that it isn't expired!?), and man is he putting it to good use. At some point you pulled off your driver's faded MCR hoodie and t-shirt, and now his toned stomach and chest glint in the soft glow radiating off of the dashboard's radio. He's absolutely covered in tattoos - intricate ink designs that you wish you had more light to see. His jeans are pushed down and pooled around his ankles as he takes you from behind. It's a messy, chaotic, half-dressed fuck and it's exactly what you needed tonight.

"What's your name again?" You gasp out as he pecks hot kisses up the side of your neck. "Tony?"

He pulls back his head so he can look at you fully, scowling at the mistaken name. "It's Touya." He says, fucking up into you hard. His cock is the perfect size and fits you like a glove - it makes you dizzy with desire every time he thrusts that hot fucking dick up into your pussy. "And what should I call you, sweetheart?"

"Y/N." You gasp out as you feel yourself throb around his cock. Your body is absolutely melting into his - it's as if the two of you have been having sex for years. You just kind of fit together like puzzle pieces (Which sounds cliche as all fuck, but you're too cock drunk to think of more eloquent prose to describe the way your bodies push and pull against each other like the tide.).

He thrusts into you again, more softly as he rolls your name around his tongue thoughtfully. "Y/N. Huh, that's kinda pretty." He pulls out unexpectedly and you whine at the loss. You want him back inside of you as soon as possible - in fact, you're desperate for it. "Aw, don't worry beautiful. You can have as much cock as you want tonight. You were my last fare of the evening."

He pulls you back and awkwardly repositions you so that you're lying in the back seat. It's cramped and your head rests at a sort of odd angle pressing into the car door. But it's hot. And you don't give a damn right now about anything except being fucked.

"Let me see these pretty tits." Touya says in a rough voice, bringing deft fingers down to your mangled blouse. He easily flicks the rest of the buttons open and pulls the delicate material away from your chest, and off of your arms, revealing a sensible white padded bra. He stares at your boobs hungrily, like a wolf staring down its prey. He slides a hand gently beneath you and you feel him unhook your bra with practiced skill. He slides the material off of your body, slowly exposing your tits to the cool air.

"Fuck." He breathes as he tosses your bra into the front seat. He bends over and begins to absolutely devour your tits. He takes one in each hand, fondling and squeezing lightly at the soft flesh of your breasts. He lavishes your left boob with kisses, running the underside of his tongue along your nipple in a way that's so tender it makes you gasp.

"I like that sound, sweetheart." He says, looking up at you with those intense blue eyes. He rests his chin on the swell of your breast as he uses his long fingers to pinch at your nipple. "Keep making that sound?" You nod dumbly and he goes back to suckling your nipple. He runs his teeth lightly across the tiny nub before lavishing you even more with that skilled tongue of his. Goddamn it feels so good. With each swirl and pinch, desire shoots straight to your core.

"Touya."

"Mm?" Touya moves to give attention to your right breast, looking up at you as he sucks and licks his way into your heart.

"Touya I'm so fuckin' wet, I'm gonna ruin the seat of your car." You say nervously, squealing as he slides a hand down your body and in between your legs. He finds your clit easily with his fingertips, swirling the pad of his thumb along your sweet spot as he continues to suck on one of your breasts.

He releases your breast from his mouth with a gentle pop!

"That's alright, beautiful. It's easy to clean." He lets his fingers trace the outer folds of your pussy and you shiver at the contact. He takes a moment to grin down at you before pressing a finger inside. You suck in a sharp breath as your body practically pulls him into you. You've never really been into fingering, but the way the pads of Touya's fingers play you delicately like a harp has you rethinking your opinion on the sex act.

"Don't stop." You gasp out as he slides a second digit into your needy cunt. His strokes are gentle but his rhythm is relentless. He seems to know exactly how to move to please you. He places a hot open mouthed kiss on the space between your breasts, staring up at you with sparkling eyes. "You're so fucking hot, I can't even deal." You groan out, hands flying to his thick hair and pulling slightly. He makes an appreciative noise deep in the back of his throat, encouraging you to keep pulling at his thick locks.

"Can I get back to fucking you now, princess?" He all but growls as you smooth a hand down to the nape of his neck and gather a fistful of hair to pull. Damn what is with this man and pet names? You always thought that being called terms of endearment in bed was cheesy and cringe, but when Touya does it...it's hot. You're already hungry for him to call you "sweetheart" or "beautiful" again - it makes this feel real. Like it's something. (You are perfectly aware that this is a weird one off sexy hookup in the back of a rando's car, but the romantic in you is deeply longing for this to be more.)

"Yes, please." You say as you feel his fingers slide away from your pussy. "Hold on - we should use a fresh condom."

"Ah. I think this was my only one."

"No worries, I have an emergency one in my bag." You reach down beneath the seat and grasp for your bag. Your hand snags the handle and you hoist it towards you. You quickly shuffle through your things before finding a tiny floral zippy pouch that you use for emergency pads, tampons, and...got it. You pull out a tiny golden foil square and hold it between your fingers triumphantly. Touya takes it from you and tears open the packaging as you toss your bag back to the ground.

"We love a modern woman." He says, removing the condom from the package and shifting over to roll it down his length in a single, practiced motion.

"A girl's gotta be prepared." You say haughtily, smiling as you admire his dick.

He pulls himself up carefully and places his arms on either side of you, maneuvering the best he can in the backseat of his car. He hovers over you, and the glow of the dashboard makes his features look downright angelic. The soul shatteringly blue eyes, that pale skin and sharp, aristocratic nose of his...it's all far too much and he is far too beautiful.

"You're so gorgeous, Touya." You say in a hoarse whisper. His eyes widen in surprise and his cheeks get the tiniest bit rosy. He wasn't expecting that. He quickly regains his composure and chuckles, looking away from your face and down at your exposed breasts.

"Well I don't know about that, beautiful." He lets his eyes drink in your body, wandering down your chest and across the gentle curve of your hips. He looks like he's trying to commit you to memory. You shift under his gaze, self-couscous at the way you're laying exposed in the back of a stranger's car like some kind of trollop. "I certainly couldn't pull off a pencil skirt - so, I think you're beating me in the gorgeous department."

"I thought you didn't like the pencil skirt." You huff, your indigence melting into a giggle as he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek.

"It's growing on me. It looks good like this." He gestures with one hand at the way it's gathered around your bare midriff. "Really frames your pussy."

You crack up at that, and Touya shuts you up when he leans down and kisses you deeply. The way he kisses...it's not what you expected. The kiss is soft, measured. He slides his lips against yours with practiced skill. Tt's not aggressive and fiery like you were anticipating - it's sweet and slow. He moves to kiss the side of your face softly. He uses his left arm to prop himself up as he smooths his right up to tuck your hair behind your ear as he kisses the hollow beneath your neck. You let out a soft sigh and he grins into your warm flesh. He's just so unexpectedly sweet. You can feel the weight of his cock against you, twitching every now and then with arousal.

He reaches down between your bodies to grasps at his dick, scooting down a bit to get into a better position. He slowly guides the tip to you, sliding his weighty dick against your slit, gathering up your wetness. You gasp at the contact, the velvety slide of his cock against you fills you with warmth. He pauses for a moment, bringing his cock up a bit so he can rub it against your clit cheekily. At this point it feels like your entire body is flushed and turned on, and you bite back a deep moan at the contact. You're desperate for him to just take you already, and you tell him so in a needy voice.

"No one can hear us in here, you can make as much noise as you want." He says with a chuckle, slipping and sliding his cockhead to your entrance. "Let's see if this is moan worthy." He shoots you a wicked grin as he pushes inside you and you gasp out as his blunt tip slides into your wet cunt. The feeling is other-wordly, it makes you feel as if you've never been fucked properly before.

"Touya." Is all you can manage to say as he reaches down to prop up your left leg on the seat for a better angle. He wraps an arm around your knee and flexes his hips to go deeper. You feel each glorious inch of him slide into place, the light stretch of your pussy walls is absolutely, sinfully delicious.

This time, he takes things slowly. Each thrust is measured and sweet. He looks down at you with an open, adoring expression that makes you flush. You've only been looked at like that a handful of times during sex, and the intimacy of it always takes you by surprise. You've met his man maybe two hours ago? And this stranger is fucking worshiping your body. He's making goddamn love to you.

"Y/N." He groans as he thrusts into you deep, his hips stuttering a bit with the pleasure of it all. He closes his eyes and savors the feel of you around him - soft and hot. When you flex your pelvic muscles around him he laughs a bit - gravely but sweet. You can't quite describe it, but he's got this sexy deep voice that makes your body feel electric when he says your name. "This was not how I was expecting to end my night shift."

Each slide of his thick cock inside of you has you seeing stars and your eyes practically roll back in your skull whenever he hits that sweet spot deep inside of you. His own eyes flutter back open so that he can watch your face reverently. He's trying to read your expressions and adjust his motions to best match your pleasure. He holds your propped knee against his slim body before sliding his hand up to play with your tits. Holy shit, this guy is trying to kill you with pleasure.

You look up at him with lazy eyes, wanting to commit this image to memory. He's too tall for the car, so he's hunched in a bit of an awkward crouch over you as he fucks. His stomach and chest are covered in winding black ink tattoos and his muscles a bit toned - he looks like he takes fairly good care of himself. His body nips in at the waist in a way that's downright unholy. You realize that the thick mop of hair on top of his head must be dyed black, because the rest of the hair running down his body is a soft white. For a moment you try to picture what he must look like with a head of white locks and the image in your head is just as lovely. You imagine he looks good no matter how he styles himself. He's a goddamn dream - beautiful in an ethereal way your sex-crazed brain can't quite describe. You almost forget to breathe.

A deep thrust into you brings your mind spinning back to focus on the sex. You feel your pussy flutter around Touya's perfect, hard dick and you realize you're closer to orgasm than you thought. You reach up to grab Touya's slight waist and encourage him to pick up his pace.

"Is my girl gonna finish on my cock?" He asks cheekily, grinning down at you.

My girl. The word shoots around your brain like pinball, lighting up all of your synapsis in a way that makes you so. incredibly. horny.

Oh god, you're gonna cum. You tell him, your voice breathy and warbling as you desperately clutch at his waist, trying to get as much of him inside of you as possible.

He laughs, but not unkindly. He's just as thrilled to be doing this with you, to be bringing you to the brink of pleasure. He doubles down on his pace, leaning forward to get a better angle. He fucks into you hard and rhymically and the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot again and again and again until...

"Fuck, Touya, I'm - "

"Yeah? Give it to me, sweetheart."

You cum hard, your body electric and buzzing as your pussy flares and flutters around that hot cock of his. You let out a cry of pleasure and Touya looks down at you with brilliant, wild blue eyes as he helps you ride out your high.

"Good girl." He says as he feels you finish, your hand dropping from his hips as the orgasm fades and exhaustion hits you. He slows down his pace a bit, drawing out his own pleasure. You feel yourself start to get overly sensitive as the orgasm fades and you come back to yourself.

"Touyaaa." You moan, indicating that it's becoming too much.

"Just a little longer, sweet girl. I'm almost there." You prop up your other leg, bending it towards you to give him better access to your pussy. You want to make him feel so good - as good as he just made you feel. You try to ignore the overstimulation.

"Oh, fuck." He says as he's able to somehow get even deeper. You can feel every twitch and shudder of Touya's cock as his thrusts become more shallow, more desperate. He looks down at you in awe, his mouth slack and his breathing uneven as he chases his high.

"I'm...Y/N, I'm..."

He quickly pulls out of you and wraps his hand around his cock, desperately stroking himself through his orgasm. He cums a moment later, thick white ropes splattering across the soft skin of your tummy. He paints you white with his seed, gasping your name under his breath as he brings himself to completion.

When he's done, he looks up at you with those bright blue eyes.

"Woah."

"Yeah."

You stare down at yourself - naked except for the pencil skirt that's still bunched up around your middle. You look so slutty like this - covered in a stranger's thick, pearly cum in the backseat of a ride share car. Touya is still hunched over you, hands resting on your knees as he stares down at the mess he's made. His cock is softening but he doesn't make a move to pull up his boxers to cover himself. He just stays where he is, staring dow at you like he's the luckiest fucking guy on the planet. And, you suppose, he is. It's not everyday that a driver gets to fuck his fare.

"Nice work, Jackson Pollock." You say, looking up at him mischievously and gesturing to the mess on your stomach. "I know you said you were an artist...but I didn't think you meant splatter paint."

He stares down at you for a moment, dumbstruck. His jaw has dropped and he looks so, so pretty and so, so stupid all at the same time. Then he shuts his mouth and starts to laugh. You both cackle together in the afterglow. It's all just so ridiculous - fucking a stranger in a rideshare vehicle, making jokes about art and cum. It's extra funny, too, because you realize there's no place you'd rather be right now.

You stay like that for a few minutes - laughing and swapping cum jokes. Once you've caught your breath, Touya shifts so that he can reach beneath the passengers seat and pull out a thin roll of paper towels. He tears off a few sheets and offers them to you. You gratefully accept, using the thin paper to wipe his cum off of your stomach.

"You fuck in here often?" You ask curiously, eyeing the paper towels as Touya begins to clean himself up as well.

"Heh, no. This is actually my first time having sex in a car if you can believe it." He laughs, tucking the rest of the towel roll back under the passenger seat. "That's more for when drunk people fuck up my upholstery."

"Ah. Yes. I could see that being a common problem for a driver who works at night." You say, hoping that the car seat beneath your bare ass hasn't been vomited on recently.

"Yeah. It's only happened twice, but that was two times to many."

"So are you out driving every night?" You ask as you try to unbunch your skirt.

"Only on the weekends when I have time." He says, finally reaching down to pull up his boxers. "When the shop gets slower in the wintertime I tend to drive more during the week for the extra cash. It's not a horrible side gig, all things considered. People are pretty decent." He looks at you thoughtfully. "You're the nicest fare I've had so far though, no one else has let me fuck them raw after the ride ends." You laugh at that. Yeah, what a weird fuckin' night it's been.

"Well you're the first ride share driver I've fucked. So it's a night of firsts all around."

He grins at you before beginning the search for his shirt and hoodie. He finds it in the front seat beneath your bra. He gathers the garments and tosses you your underthings.

"So - this your apartment?" He asks, nodding his head towards the building as he pulls his shirt down over his toned, tatted chest.

"Yeah. Um, do you want to come in for a cup of tea?" You offer uncertainly. What's the protocol here, anyway? Does he want to leave? You're out of your depth when it comes to random vehicular hookups.

He layers on his MCR hoodie, pulling it down over his t-shirt and adjusting it to lay comfortably on top of his waistline. When he emerges from the hood, his hair is unkempt and spikey but his face has lit up.

"Yeah, actually I'd love that. You wouldn't mind?"

"No, not at all. It's the least I can do for...uh...dripping all over your upholstery?" You give him an apologetic look as you shift off of the small wet spot on his car seat.

"Don't worry, I can wipe it down in the morning and no one will be any the wiser."

"Thank god. I'd be mortified if I'd fucked up your workplace."

"I appreciate that. But really, you're good." He reaches down and grabs your blouse, offering it up to you. You hastily shrug it on, buttoning it back into place. You lean down and scoop up your work bag and shoes. The happy hour feels like a lifetime ago.

A few minutes later, Touya is locking his car and following you up the stairs to your tiny apartment. The two of you laugh as you struggle with your apartment key with shaky hands. He leans over you in the door frame, offering to help, and you grin up at this stupidly hot guy you've somehow managed to fuck in your driveway. Once you manage to unlock the door, you grab his hand and pull him inside to your well decorated space.

"Wow, someone's got colorful taste." He lets out a low whistle as he takes in the many patterned art prints on your gallery wall, the bright checked plush blankets draped over your couch. You love bright things as well as florals, checks, patterns of all kinds. Your apartment is small, but cozy with all the creature comforts a twenty-something just outside the city could hope to have. There's a yellow Ikea tupperware of fresh pumpkin muffins on the counter and you tell him to help himself as you walk over to your kettle to brew some tea.

"Don't mind if I do." He says eagerly, taking off his Vans and dashing over to the countertop so he can unbox the muffins. You grab two large yellow camp mugs from your cupboard and set them down gently with a clink.

"What kind of tea do you like?" You list out your Trader Joe tea options and he settles on peppermint, while you decide to take camomile. He slouches into one of your kitchen chairs, watching as you open the tea bags and fill the kettle to the brim. You turn on the stove and watch as the blue flame of the burner ignites.

"Oh my God, Y/N. These are heaven." You turn to see Touya enjoying a muffin, biting into it joyously. "Did you bake these?"

"Yeah, I'm kind of a stress baker." You laugh, placing the tea bags into the mugs. "When I get stressed about work I take it out on the oven."

"I'd say you should just start taking it out by fucking me, but these muffins are way too good. I'd almost rather you use your stress to churn out stuff like this." He grins before stuffing the rest of the muffin into his mouth. He chews and swallows before saying, "Sorry - I forgot to eat dinner tonight and starving."

You smile at him warmly and reach into a cupboard for a small plate. You go back to the tupperware and scoop out a few muffins before bringing setting the full plate down in front of Touya. "Have as many as you want, I've made way too many for just me."

He looks up at you gratefully, a little starry eyed. "Thanks, sweetheart."

Oh.

So the pet names aren't just a sex thing!? You turn around to hide the blush that springs to your cheeks. It's funny - this guy just saw you butt naked and now you're trying to hide a little blush from him? Get it together, Y/N!

Touya digs into the feast of baked goods you've set before him and after a few moments, the kettle starts to sing. You shut off the stove and pour hot water into the mugs. Touya gratefully accepts the hot cup of peppermint tea, smiling up at you with crumbs on his face. You feel oh so domestic as you grab a napkin to wipe at the corners of his smile, and he pulls you into his lap to lavish you with a messy, crumbly kiss. You both laugh and it feels so soft and intimate and warm. The kitchen feels so cozy. And your heart feels all glowy and light in a way you haven't felt in a long, long time.

Thw two of you sip on your tea and nibble and chat. You talk about your jobs and your lives and he tells you stories about his tattoo apprenticeship and about his crazy big family. You cackle at his jokes and share tales of your wild friend group and their latest shenanigans. Before you know it, hours have gone by and you feel like you've known this guy for literal years.

When the tea is gone and the conversation has lapsed into comfortable silence, he gets to his feet and pulls you into another one of his soft, methodical kisses. You melt into him and ask him to please stay. Stay for the rest of the night, stay for however long he wants.

And he does.

You fuck him twice more in your bed before the sun rises. Turns out, he's a goddman dream with his tongue, and he spends an unholy amount of time between your legs, licking and sucking and pulling sounds out of you that you didn't know you could make. For round two you ride him, bouncing up and down on that gorgeous cock of his and making him see stars. He looks up at you with eyes full of fondness, and it feels like more than just a one night stand, right? He calls you sweetheart, gorgeous, baby...Within minutes you cum again hard, and so does he.

When you wake up a few hours later, the sun peaks through your velvet curtains and plays warmly against your skin. You realize warmly that you're wrapped up in Touya's muscular, ink covered arms. If you thought he looked good in the night, well...Daylight looks just as gorgeous on him. The light plays with his sharp features, illuminating his pale skin divinely. If you look closely enough, you can see the tiny flecks of white along his hairline where his roots are growing in. His thick eyelashes are fairly translucent, too. How did you not notice that last night?

He breathes deeply, his chest rising and falling methodically and lulling you back into a comfortable sleep.

He's still here. He stayed.

You hope that maybe he'll stay forever? Is that a silly thing to wish for?

You wake up an hour later to your phone buzzing on your night stand. You untangle yourself from Touya's arms and he mumbles a protest in his sleep. You scoot out from under him and reach for the phone, clicking it open to see an Uber alert.

You click open the app and scan through the message.

Your ride with Touya has ended. Do you want to tip your Uber Driver?

You smirk down at the text.

You tip him 30% and then climb back into Touya's embrace, letting yourself fall back into a warm, comfy sleep.

End.

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Author's Note

Hey!! It's me, hi, I'm the author it's me! I took a break for a few weeks to attend to some crazy events, travel and illness. But I'm back making my grand return! I hope you liked this little Touya AU. I was taking an hour long Uber ride back from work and thinking - what if the Uber driver was hot!? What if someone hooked up with their Driver and they fell in love!? Idk this def isn't written based on any personal experiences but I thought the concept could be kind of wild and I would absolutely fall head over heels if I had a simp Touya Todoroki as my driver.

I hope people like the portrayal of Touya here...usually I write him as more of a shit eating asshole. But I think that if he didn't have a quirk and grew up a little more well adjusted he'd be oozing confidence and lavishing his lovers with praise and attention. I think that this AU Touya has worked through his shit, is not in contact with his dad but is close with the rest of his family, is figuring things out on his own work wise and is fiercely independent. I also think that since he's worked through his trauma and anger in therapy he is super great at being open and vulnerable during intimacy. He's at that point in his healing journey.

Do I think that Reader and Touya work out? Yeah I do. I think they go on to date and compliment each other really well. The reader is a Corporate Girly™ and Touya is an artist and they balance each other well creatively, emotionally and physically. Obviously there would be things to figure out but I think these two could really grow together and support each other. So there you go - a dirty one night stand hookup story with a happy ending!!

Anyway, hope you enjoyed! More stories coming very soon :)

XOXO,

Red Riot Unbreakable Heart ❤️

P.S. Here's the 🔥Link to My Master List 🔥! I've published a lot of fun sexy Touya/Dabi stories lately and would love for you to take a look if you're interested! 😏

[wafflexdguy]

Finn X mermaid Toon Reader cause i imagine this

The beutiful bride and The Ugly ass groom

Half Headcanon half oneshot because why not

Fish Out of Water

The irony...

No image because I didn't find one.

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"You're pretty!"

Like a fish out of water, (ayyy) it becomes really easy to die if you're on land. Possibly not if you're Twisted, but that's off topic. So when Finn meets you, he's both surprised and over the moon with you. A love at first sight kind of thing, if you will. At least, that's what he thinks.

In reality, he's just more likely surprised there's another fish Toon like him. He's enamored with how you were like him in a sense. Assuming you have the same sense of humor (much to the annoyance of others) he'll think that you were literally made to be his friend. Like, you were purposefully designed to be his exact friend.

He's made the common mistake of asking you to exit your pool thingy or whatever it is you're residing in that has water in it, only to realize that, "Oh yeah! You- uh... can't. Oops." Maybe you don't judge him for it; maybe you only rolled your eyes at him as he rubbed the back of his head nervously. Either way, he doesn't ask that question again. 

Finn often fishes in your pool (or again, whatever it is you reside in (and much to your dismay)) just to see if there are any other mermaids in there. Obviously there isn't, but it doesn't stop him from prying and trying. And oh boy does he try.

"Are you a mer-maid? Because your water is really clean!"

"I- Finn, what? That's so random and completely off topic of what we were talking about."

Nonetheless, he just visits often because he likes the sound of your voice, personality, etc. All the fun stuff you would look for in a partner. He doesn't make it subtle either when he looks at you with that look in his eye that basically just says: "I'm in love."

...............

Life isn't really that much better when Gardenview shut down. Actually, you'd argue that it's worse. There's nothing to do, nobody really ever visits you or your pond-pool- whatever. Life gets extremely boring here. Books aren't an option, they'd get soaking wet, and the people who designed this place didn't bother putting a TV in here at the very least. 

You can confidently say that you are absolutely bored.

Until something barges in the door unannounced. 

"HEEEYYYYY FISH PAL!" Says the fishbowl Toon. "Howzit going?" He asks with a toothy smile on his face. Caught off guard by the abrupt entrance, your pupils dilate before settling down, just looking at him slightly annoyed.

You sigh, "Finn, please stop just kicking the door open like that..." You breath out. He just chuckles as he makes his way over to you.

"But where's the fin in not kicking it open?" He jokes, looking at you; hoping you'd get the joke. You did. 

"Haha, funny, Finn." You can't help but flash a little smile. "Seriously though, stop doing that. You'll kick the door of it's hinges." You say, lazily pointing towards the door in question. He only started kicking the door open a few days ago, and thank god it's a metal door otherwise he'd kicked a hole through it by now.

He chuckles again, disregarding your worries. "Guess what I brought...?" He says, holding something behind him. Your eyes shut half closed. But slightly smiling, you play along.

"A fishing rod?"

"Nope!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, you- uh... didn't like it when the hook caught on your tail last time..." He smiles nervously, looking away. You waved your hand dismissively.

"Eh, it wasn't a big deal. Didn't really hurt that much." You brush off. 

Suddenly, Finn took out what he was holding behind his back, revealing... A massive toy fish...? About the size of his torso.

"Pretty cool, huh?" He inquires. "I found it in one of the gift shops and thought you'd might like some company with you!" 

You blink for a moment, not really sure on how to respond to something like this. "It's- uh..." You struggle to find the right words. "It's great, Finn." 

He beams at you, smiling in a way that you haven't seen before. "Really?! Because it can't really swim or anything..."

"I'm sure I'll find meaningful conversation with it while you're doing your... what did you say it was again?" You ask, not really remembering it.

"Dandy said it was an Ichor operation thingy." Answers him.

"That." You say. "But still, thank you Finn, I really appreciate it."

Finn still had that wide smile on your face that you can't bring yourself to get rid of. Not that you'd want to, anyway.

[galesdevoteewife]

Gale may not be so typical squishy wizard/scholar?

-My Galeology study note-

Looking at his character sheet in the Deluxe pack gets me thinking, maybe our wizard is not exactly designed to be the typical squishy one...?

[Act2 spoiler warning]

2 things caught my eyes:

1) Great physical fitness, and good reflexes. (For your reference, Gale & Wyll are the two companions who have the highest Con: 15. I put everyone's sheets at the bottom of the post.)

His Con and Dex are... very high?? I mean, higher than Karlach and Lae'zel...????

Note 1: I suspect it could have something to do with his background as Mystra's chosen, as they are somewhat "transformed" when they agree to become the goddess's chosen. A topic for another day since I haven't quite figured it out yet, for anyone who is interested there's a chapter about it in The Seven Sisters. Also, I have little clues on how much chosen lore credit Larian was taking into account while designing him, or how Mystra's "taking back the given ability" works. Note 2: Again, Mystra's chosen are often sent on missions that involve a lot of traveling according to Elminster's series. Mystra also mentioned that Gale and she used to have adventures together, which leads to an assumption: despite his preference he might be traveling quite a lot until he was cast aside and quarantined himself in his tower. Might be the type of scholar who is very keen on field studies?

Note 3: Can someone undress Elminster to exam my theory please??xD Neh won't work I think all human might share same body model in game

Come to think of it, there was a party banter between Karlach & Gale that went like :

Karlach: Whoa! Almost slipped there. Gale: You wouldn't be the first, I'd wager. It's been some time since these walkways felt the carpenter's hammer. Karlach: You gonna catch me if I eat a brick? Gale: With my reflexes? I'd catch you before you so much as stubbed a toe.

At first I thought that was a sarcastic joke but, seems like it wasn't? Also this:

Karlach: Ready to enter the belly of the beast? Gale: It's the stairs I'm dreading. I shall close my eyes, and pretend I'm climbing my own, far superior tower in Waterdeep. Karlach: In that case, welcome home.

...So it seems when I pictured him as a homebody, I should reimagine the concept of home... His has...lots of stairs? Just walking around in the tower could be counted as a workout, sort of thing? Note: I don't think the place he shows in the Act 2 cutscene is his tower. Otherwise, aren't these neighbors pretty much doomed?

2) Not THAT smart. Well, I love him, so I will speak in his defence: [1] He has a warm(s) digging holes in his brain. [2] Poisonous magical bile running in his blood. Maybe he's just not at his best, makes sense, eh? Wyll mentioned he is nerfed after tadpole too. After all, this man obviously memorized a DICTIONARY:

Gale: You promised to stay in Waterdeep. 'Promise,' verb, meaning to swear something will or will not be done. Tara the Tressym: And I decided 'will not'. And a good thing, too. You look like you haven't had a good meal in days

Player: When I said we could be more than friends, you answered 'perhaps'. What does that really mean? Gale: If I recall correctly, the Waterdhavian Dictionary of the Common Tongue of Faerûn��defines it as an adverb that conveys the meaning of 'it may be that', or 'possibly'. Gale: Sorry, sometimes I just can't help being quite insufferable. In seriousness, I'm glad you asked that question.

Along with a bunch of you-may-never-need information:

Everything about ceremorphosis? Myconid? Why in the world have him read about Cazador??? And how can he not know the distance between Waterdeep & Baldur's Gate, even Karlach ―who spent a decade, which is likely half of her life in hell― knows better geography than him. Gale either totally ignored the subject or portaled everywhere; distance meant nothing to him?? Uh, but you can't take party banters too seriously; it's buggy. How could a bug bit Karlach in the swamp? It should've been burned into ashes before it even reached her, no?

Anyway, just rambling some thoughts <3 I would have gone to Harvard if there was a major in Gale...

-DISCLAIMER- Brought to you by a brainrot wife, Galerian missionary. Be warned the article might has (strong) bias because the writer is braindead and she thinks Gale is the most awesome character in the world.

[riniworld]

can i be your favorite?

yandere! fiancè x reader

warning|| killing-blood

reference|| you, y/n(one time), angel

a/n|| sorry for taking so long! and thank you for requesting:), tbh i didn't know if you wanted on the same plot or a part two so here's a completely new story, i hope you'll like it!

w.c|| 1.5k

being engaged to your childhood friend isn't as bad as you think, yes you didn't want it to go to this, for all your life you've saw him as a friend, When he proposed to your parents for your hand in marriage, they were too embarrassed to say no, so it's practically a forced engagement, you did get into a fight with your parents and with him, but day after day you start accepting the reality, he was sweet,like how you knew him all your life, but in...a romantic way, maybe it's not that bad?

joke on you it is.

one day you were hanging out with your friends, suddenly he called you before you can even say hello he talk "who are you with?"  , "I'm fine thank you...with friends, why?", "you mean our friends?", "yeah who else?",  "mhm, good I'm coming", "why?", "why not?", "if you want to, we're at-", "i know where you are.", "wha-", and he hung up.

not ten minutes after, you catch his car parking nearby, you thought he was joking when he said he know where you're at.

he walked to you, said hello to his friends and sat beside you putting his arm around your shoulders.

" how did you find me?" you whisper.

"eh...isn't it the usual spot?" he said with an innocent smile.

you looked at him suspiciously before you give up and sigh "I'll believe that for now".

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the entire time your fiancé was silent, It was not his habit to be silent, but he was lost in you, how you get excited when you talk about a topic you interested in,he's sinking in those shiny eyes of yours, and oh, your so adorable, smile that give him butterflies, but you know the thing is, it wasn't for him, you weren't looking at him, your attention wasn't on him, and that made him desperate, please look at him, in annoyance or anger, he doesn't care just lay your eyes at him or he'll go crazy.

he looked around for something to get your attention with. a nearby ice-cream car caught his attention, he tug on your shirt but before he says anything, on of your friends cut him off "hey look there, how about we buy some ice-cream? it's hot.", and so happen for that friend to be the closest to you, that made your fiancé's blood boil,you won't accept such a suggest from someone isn't him, are you?.

"that'd be nice", "oh sure" what did you just said?.

you stand up with the others about to walk when you notices that your fiancè hadn't move,you turn your head to him "what are you looking at? won't you come?".

"yeah, I'll come" he murmur quietly while glaring at your friend who's a bit far by now.

you shrug and walked before him but he catches up to you and forced your hands together, intertwined his fingers with yours.

the rest of the picnic went like that,he refused what your friend suggest on your behalf and bought you another thing, he kept clinging to you, kissing you randomly, and finally getting you out of there early.

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"what with that frown on your face?." he take a brief glance at you as he drive.

you kept looking away without a word.

"...maybe some music will change your mood." he start playing the radio.

...

"y/n, it's been fifteen minute why are you angry?." he asked, a bit Impatient.

"...why do you think?!, what with your weird acts in there?." you snapped.

"..what acts,angel?" he said with a whiney edge.

"you know exactly what I'm talking about! in the park, what happened to you,huh?, it's like something just switched."

he chuckled loudly before speaking "darling,i hate when someone gets a bit too 'kind' with you, that's all you need to know."

"what-?."

"......we're here." he stoo in front of your house.

he leaned in to kiss you but you turn your head and attempt to get out of the car,but he grabbed your arm and forced you to face him,as he plant a soft kiss on your lips "don't turn your face away from me again,angle,remember who you're belong to,and in case you start to doze off just look at your finger." he said with a smile but his tone...sends shiver to your spine,in fear,to be clear.

the same thing happened in work,you were supposed to return home with your fiancè,but you,as the stubborn person you are, you decided to go with your friend,who's happen to work in the same place as you.

"thank you again,for agreeing to drive me home with you." you said.

"no problem at all,it would also be nice to spend more time with you,like the old times"

"if that the case, then why don't we go hang out somewhere?, if you're free of course."

"hm,sure let's do it."

and like that you kept ignoring your finacè all day long.

when you returned home, you check your phone, there was like +99 message and 20 call just from him,maybe you shouldn't have done that..

"where were you yesterday?" your finacè greeted you at the door of your house.

"ah!, you scared me."

your fiancè stepped closer to you,pinning you against the door "i asked you a question, answer."

"at-at work?."

"oh? well, i came to pick you up and guess what? you weren't there." he put his hand on your cheek "stop lying to me,angel."  he said with an almost sweet tone.

you knew better than to lie to him anymore,or things will get worse, "i returned with f/n."

he looked at you for a moment before he look down and laugh "i knew it, that son of a-" he kept murmuring to himself like crazy.

"....are you-"  "yes!, yes I'm fine,come on hop on let's drive you to your work, you don't want to be late hm?."

suddenly he became all sweet..how weird..

the next few days you didn't see your friend, nor anyone you had a good interaction with, and you start to miss them..

luckly there's your fiancè who's always by your side and never makes you feel lonely,isn't that great,what? you're still worried? how about a night in your fiancè's house, it will ease your mind!.

so, that's how you're now sitting in the living room of his house,scrolling on your phone,he said he'll do some popcorn while waiting for the time of the movie.

minute after,your phone was about to die and you didn't bring a charger.

you groan in annoyance "hey,where's your charger? i want to put my phone on it if it's okay with you." you asked.

"huh?, hmm...i guess you'll find it in my room." he answered from the kitchen

you nod to yourself and head upstairs, his room was so dark as you wonder around in search for the switch you stumbled on a small box wich lead to whatever was inside to fall out, it was almost slippy, but you finally reached the switch and you turned on the lights when you looked under you you saw a pile of photos, you kneeled down and looked them over, it was photos of people...dead people exactly, and you have that feeling that you recognize every one of them,that when you stumble upon one of your friend, his mouth was cutten in half,you felt like you're gonna throw up, you head downstairs in a rush,the photo of your friend is in your hand.

you stopped in your track, thinking between return home or asking your finacè about what you saw, but unfortunately he came out of the kitchen.

"oh, angel, the Popcorn is ready, and the movie is about to-" he cut himself when he noticed the photo in your hand, "angel? what's that in your hand?" his eyes was holding fear-no terror in them.

you cling your fist around the photo, a shiver sent down your spine.

"how did you get that,angel?" he asked again.

"....what's the meaning of this?" you said in a low voice. "why-why is this..." you couldn't finish your sentence thinking about every possible thing.

"what did you expected me to do?" he suddenly says, leaning his hand on the sofa "watch him stealing you away? it's your fault,for being so addictiv." the look in his eyes makes you shudder.

you didn't answer, instead you walked- no ran away, he didn't waste a second to run after you "Y/N!".

you did manage to run pretty far,but it wasn't enough, your power soon reach an end and he catched you, grabbing your arm tightly "stop..hear me-hear me out first, please..don't go." he said between his breath.

"i have nothing to hear! what? you'll tell me how you did it?! you're such a monster, you need help!." you yell, although your voice crack as the fear take over.

"I'll take-" his eyes start to tear up "I'll get help, heck I'll go to the asylum even, but don't leave me, i-i did it for you, for us, i love you more than anything, more than life itself, don't leave, you won't dare to-,i can't live without you, I'm serious I'll die if you leave."

he kneeled down and buried his face in your stomach "don't go,don't leave, I'll get help, stay with me" you can hear him sobs, his voice cracking, you almost got pity on him.

what he did was terrifying,but does he really doesn't deserve another chance?

it's 3AM here and my phone 1%, gotta go.

[w2mini]

thinking about filo jamming session w/ Iwaizumi Hajime “Padilla”

“Pangarap lang kita”

Those lyrics echoed throughout the room as the two figures sang alone in the classroom, their melodic voices being the only sound you could hear.

As you strum your guitar, Iwaizumi sang along with you as he sat beside you on the floor.

Being in a foreign land was difficult, sure, but reliving moments like these originating back to your home was what made it worthwhile.

Iwaizumi met you when he heard about a new transfer student, a foreigner one too, much to his surprise, they were also from the same homeland as his.

You guys instantly clicked when the both of you met, you still remember the relief you felt when he approached you during lunchtime, the relief of not being alone.

Your discussions with him would range from one topic to another, then to another. Surely a talkative duo.

And let’s not forget about the fact that almost everyone didn’t want to bother the both of you because it may as well just end up with you guys secretly talking about them in your language none could understand.

Insert Oikawa’s “What does punyeta mean?” with Iwaizumi and you cackling in the background.

“At kahit mahal kita,”

And now, your friendship with him continued to bloom as the both of you bond over jamming sessions like this with songs from your home country.

It’s became a weekly routine at this point, ever since Iwaizumi learned that you could play the guitar, he would tune in to listen to your alluring voice.

It started when you were playing at an abandoned classroom, a simple idea that you thought it would be a nice place to play songs on.

That was when Iwaizumi caught you singing the same song you guys were currently singing. Oh if only he could admit how much that sight deeply affected him.

“Wala akong magagawa,”

He’s still not sure with his feelings, although it’s lingering within him, fear still struck him to no end.

His mind is set onto two things only, that was: volleyball and you.

He dreamed big, VERY big. Maybe he would introduce you to his family, get married, have a cat, or maybe a dog.

But there was one problem.

You’re only here to study for highschool, but after that, you’re considering to probably go back to the Philippines for college.

Iwaizumi knows theres still plenty of time before you would leave, but it still bothered him, he knows how difficult long distance relationships are.

“Tanggap ko oh, aking sinta,”

but maybe some time.

“Pangarap lang kita.”

He’ll say those words to you when he feels ready.

The song ends with those lyrics as your fingers drifted away from the guitar’s chords, your gaze moving to the man beside you as you gave him a satisfied smile.

“Magaling ka naman pala kumanta Iwaizumi” (you’re good at singing) You said in a teasing manner as he responded with a light punch on your shoulder.

“Manahimik ka nga, pati hindi ba mas mataas ako sayo ng isang year? dapat lagyan mo ng -san yan” (be quiet, also I’m a year higher than you, you should add a -san there) Iwaizumi joked, knowing how conscious you could get when it came to Japan’s manners and etiquette.

“O sige nga, gusto mo tawagin pa nga kita ng kuya eh” (Oh sure, I could call you brother if you wanted too) You teased back, making Iwaizumi turn red in embarrassment as you turned into a fit of giggles.

Gosh, if only you knew how much he loved you.

MY DEAR FILOS WYA!!! sorry if its short, this was just a small idea that I thought of, also because Parokya ni Edgar is gonna have a concert in don bosco HEHEHEHHEH

also just so were clear, the term “Kuya” doesn’t entirely mean ‘brother’ but it’s also a way to address a guy that’s older than you.

I hope u guys enjoyed 🎀🫶

[nilolol30]

Cigarette lips

(TW: smoking, mention of alcohol and a kiss)

MK and Mei hosted a get together this week it was a annual thing they did to have a fun time with everyone, slowly more people got invited after events well more like MK befriended them or got in good enough terms.

You weren't a social person but you decided to try and step out of your comfort zone for a bit who knows maybe you'll have a good time!

It was an hour into the night.

And you weren't having a good time.

Not that you wasn't enjoying the company of your friends but it was crowded the music was loud and it was getting really hot, the food and drinks were okay though.

Mei ran off to make a list of karaoke requests and ran around the bar to ask everyone if they had a song request, not wanting to get caught up in that you taped MKs shoulder "Hey I'm gonna head out for a breather okay?" Mk nodded in understanding.

"Want someone to go with you?" You shook your head and got up, grabbing your bag you headed outside of the bar for a bit surprisingly the smoking area was empty you can guess everyone is enjoying the night inside.

Finding a seat away from the doors you sat down and digged through your bag, you made a small promise to Pigsy to try and cut back on smoking but right now you felt like you needed it.

After a bit you fell into a comfortable silence at least it wasn't so cold tonight, but you nearly dropped the lit cigarette after you jumped seeing a silhouette on the chair next to you.

"Woah careful you might fall of your chair" The silhouette chuckled, Macaque.

"Well can't blame me you creepy ass, I didn't think you'd come" Macaque smiled and lazily leaned back into the chair "Eh had some free time and thought I'd be a super cool mentor and accept the kids invite, but what about you?" He made a small gesture to the doors before adding "Aren't you gonna party? Heard the dragon got everyone up and singing."

You shrugged "Just needed some fresh air" Macaque let out a small hum "Well this is the opposite of fresh air don't you think?" He pointed to the cigarette between your fingers "I thought you quit."

"I didn't 'quit' I said I'd cut down on it" He only raised an eyebrow at your attempt of a defense but he let the topic drop "So you not gonna go on stage?" You couldn't see inside of the bar but you can hear Tangs attempt at singing a duet with Pigsy no doubt Mei will record it.

"Hm nah I'd rather the only thing to hear me sing is my isolated kitchen and shower" Macaque snickered a bit "Aw you wouldn't make an acception for lil ol' me?" He poked his own cheek giving a small wink.

"Aren't you the most theatrical person here? Why don't you get on stage?" You take a quick hit of your smoke turning away to blow so the smoke wouldn't get in Macaque's face "Hey I'm a story teller not a singer and even if I was I doubt I'd last long on that stage" he pointed to his ears.

"Ah right but isn't singing a form of storytelling?" Now it's your turn to smirk and you lean towards Macaque.

"Ah but it can often leave out many details and I am all about details" you both laugh for a bit "Hey want a drink?" Macaque offered but you shook your head and leaned back to your seat "No thanks had my fill tonight" He nodded and pulled out his own drink from whatever portal he made.

You both sat in silence Macaque occasionally sipping his drink while you took a huff while turning away from him to let out the excess smoke "Hey I'm going to be having another shadow play again wanna watch my brilliant show?" Macaque smiled and confidently puffed out his chest.

"Really? They still let you perform shows after your whole stunt with Mk?" From what you remember so much property was destroyed even the stage, you would have thought he got banned "Pf of course! I fixed the place...after I got back and I'm the best they got, they're lucky to have me 'work' there" in his laugher Macaque almost spilled his drink thankfully he only spilled some over his hand.

Shrugging you agreed "Sure I'm curious on what you'll come up with" you glanced at Macaque as he was licking the liquor off his hand.

He smiled, whipping his hand on his clothes and leaned towards you moving his chair closer to yours "Then I'll make sure to reserve a special seat just for you~" you put out your cigarette in the ashtray with a smile "Oh? I'm special now~"

Macaque winked again "Of course, and since you're so special I'll start preparing the show for an earlier day for such a special person!" he jumped out of his chair abandoning his half finished drink on the table and turned to you "But how about a gift for the road huh?"

Macaque points to his lips with a smirk, you let out a laugh you signal him to come closer to which he did and pulled him into a kiss.

It was short but to the point both of you pulling away he smiled letting his finger trace your lips "That was great...'cept next time I don't think tobacco suits those lips" standing back up straight Macaque fell through the portal underneath his feet.

You continued to sit outside for a bit with a smile before deciding to join the party again, standing up you took the pack of cigarettes form your bag and placed it onto the table for whatever lucky person to find them, you take the drink Macaque previously abandoned and walked back inside.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

hello this is the anon who requested the kamado siblings + giyuu oneshot and may i just say

jdjdjejejwjwkwksjdjdjsjshdhdhdhhfhrjwjwjdhdhdbd omg i love it so much and i love hoe you write them so much

if you wouldnt mind may i request: tanjiro calling giyuu 'giyuu-nii-san!' or 'onii-san' for the first time which gives giyuu all the fuzzy feelings. nezuko also picks up on it. this then evolves to calling him 'nii-chan' which giyuu's poor heart cant take

imagine giyuu and tanjiro turning to answer nezuko when she says 'nii-chan!' (maybe she thinks of another nickname for giyuu)

sorry the sibling brainrot is brainrotting

i love you soso much and i'm glad you liked the other one <3 btw i looked a little up and 'onii-san' is typically used by girl and 'nii-san' for boys (js a little headsup) takes place after Nezuko conquered the sun (bc how would she speak then) also there's no connection to this one to the last thing you req'ed :>

Truthfully, Tanjiro had been thinking about it for some time. It wouldn't really have come instinctively because he'd never called anybody it before. Nezuko would've been more likely to slip up. But Tanjiro's plan was to act as if he hadn't meant to say it and see how Giyuu felt about it. He didn't know how to breach the topic and he figured that an honest reaction from Giyuu was probably best, despite the Hashira's lack of ability to show emotions. If there was even the slightest flicker of distaste in those serious blue eyes, Tanjiro would simply apologize and hope Giyuu never brought it up again.

In the end, it did come out unintentionally. Perhaps because he had been mulling it over so much so that it became one of the first things to pop up in his mind when he saw Giyuu. But nevertheless, it simply... slipped out. The two had been talking in the Butterfly Estate as Tanjiro awaited Aoi's permission to go train. Nezuko was perched on the edge of the cot, resting her head on Tanjiro's shoulder and swinging her legs back and forth. Meaning to ask something, Tanjiro began to speak then quickly cut himself off when he realized what he'd said. "Ah! Giyuu-nii, I wa-..." He flushed, turning his head away and sinking down into the sheets, wishing they would envelop him.

There was a moment of silence, though Nezuko didn't seem to have noticed anything. Then Giyuu spoke, slowly, seeming mostly bemused. "What did you say?..."

Tanjiro bit his lip, peeking back up at him. Giyuu looked mostly confused, gazing at him curiously.

"I didn't mean to..."

"What was it you said?" Giyuu pressed, scooting closer on his chair.

"Eh... 'Giyuu-nii'..." Tanjiro mumbled. He wanted to look away, but equally wished to see Giyuu's reaction. To his surprise, it was a lot more expressive than the mild, maybe slight twitch of the lips that he had expected.

Giyuu, understanding now, had his eyes opened wide. "As- As in...?" He seemed very unsure of himself.

"...yes. I just- I see you like an older brother and I... It just slipped out," Tanjiro said quietly. Which was mostly true.

"Oh. Do I call you 'otōto' then?" Giyuu asked.

Tanjiro went to respond, then saw the amused smile that Giyuu was barely supressing and burrowed his face in the blankets. "Wahh, I didn't mean to, I swear!" he said, wallowing in his embarrassment.

"It's... okay," Giyuu assured him. He sounded sincere so Tanjiro glanced back up.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes... I, ah, see the... both of you... as siblings, too, I think," Giyuu agreed. He gave Tanjiro a tentative little smile, looking very shy and awkward—which made Tanjiro feel a bit better. At least they were mostly on the same page.

"You do?" Tanjiro sat up, almost knocking Nezuko over. He apologized quickly to her, patting her gently before turning back to the Hashira.

"I suppose you feel like... family, if you can say that," Giyuu murmured.

Tanjiro beamed.

"I'm glad, I was worried you would think I was weird for calling you that so suddenly."

"I don't mind." Giyuu looked on the verge of saying something, but not quite sure if he should. For a moment, he seemed to battle with himself, then gave in, blurting out: "You can still call me... that-"

Tanjiro stared at him momentarily, then a grin spread on his face. "Reaally? Thank you, Nii-san!" he said enthusiastically.

Nezuko, who wanted in on the fun, prodded Tanjiro's arm. "Wha?" she asked, stumbling over her words as she tried for form a coherent sentence. "Wha' happen...e?"

Tanjiro ruffled her hair affectionately. "Giyuu-san said we can call him 'nii-san' now."

Giyuu looked away, embarrassed as Nezuko sat up and crawled to the other side of the bed where Giyuu's chair was nearest.

"Onii-chan?" she asked tentatively, sitting in front of him and tilting her head.

Giyuu nodded. "...yes."

Nezuko smiled and, paired with Tanjiro's exuberence, it was practically too bright for Giyuu. He stuttered, trying to find something else to say. Then, promptly giving up, he excused himself. "I have to go now, I'll come by later, okay?" he mumbled.

The two nodded happily, waving their goodbyes to the Hashira as he left.

Little extra:

"I wan' go an' see Imosuke now!" Nezuko huffed, crossing her arms.

Tanjiro chuckled. "Inosuke? In a moment. He should be coming here."

Giyuu frowned. "I should go, then. He's very loud."

Tanjiro frowned but didn't protest. Nezuko, on the other hand, seemed to have other things in mind. She held up her arms—at the moment, she was perhaps the size of a 7 year old—and waved them about. "Onii-chan, pick me up! I don't wan' stay in the sun long," she whined.

Both Giyuu and Tanjiro turned to her, reaching forward. They both paused, realizing the other was doing the same. As they tried to figure out who should pick her up, Nezuko stomped her feet impatiently, wondering what was all the hold-up.

Another extra bc it's necessary:

During the training after Tanjiro had finally healed, the Hashira had met up again and Giyuu had been forced into coming. However he had brought Nezuko with him, who had fallen asleep in his arms. Tanjiro was resting after several hours of constant training and he didn't want to put the girl in his hands just yet. So instead, Giyuu was stuck with cradling Nezuko in his arms, hoping she didn't randomly increase her size. The other Hashira gave him amused looks but said nothing of it, too preoccupied on other matters.

They spoke for a while, with Giyuu mostly listening in. Half way through the meeting, Nezuko stirred, blinking up at Giyuu. She raised a hand, patting his chin, and he looked down.

"Good morning," he whispered gently, though it was nearing evening now.

She smiled, sitting up in his arms and growing slightly. "Onii-chan, where we?" she asked. Because she had just woken up, she didn't make any attempt to lower the volume of her voice and it was amplified in the small room, making every Hashira turn to their direction.

Giyuu's cheeks burned at the attention but he tried to ignore it, murmuring to Nezuko, "I'm at a Hashira meeting. Tanjiro's resting, but maybe you can go find Agatsuma or Hashibira?"

Nezuko nodded quickly, hopping out of his arms. She turned to the Hashira, waved briefly, and bounded out of the room. It was close to where Tanjiro and the others had been training and Nezuko had wandered about plenty here, so Giyuu wasn't worried. He was worried, however, about the Hashira who were currently supressing laughter at him.

"Onii-chan, huh?" Tengen grinned, propping his elbow on his knee and leaning on his hand (he was sitting cross-legged). "Have they adopted you into their family?"

Shinobu looked amused, though she had at least the curtesy—if it could be called that—to hide her smile.

"Would've expected you to be the one calling them 'onii-chan,'" Sanemi scoffed. "What with you being the most immature of them all."

"D...don't be mean!" Mitsuri scolded Sanemi, though she looked unsure if it was supposed to be an insult. "I think it's adorable! It's so cute that she calls you that, does Tanjiro, too?"

Giyuu nodded, tucking his chin to his chest as he avoided the Hashira's eyes. Mitsuri giggled, whispering something to Obanai who sat next to her. The rest of the meeting went by achingly slowly but when it finally ended, he left quickly, deciding he would visit Tanjro later in case the boy was headed to another of the Hashira's training. Hopefully, there wouldn't be a meeting any time soon.

this one's shorter, sorry 'bout that :>

[ashleyrowanthewriter]

The News - Life and Times of Ashley the Crow (Crow HRT 6)

Previous

*************

Whenever a prominent and famous otherkin announces that they decide to transition into their species completely, and especially after they finish the process, it becomes the number one hot topic among the community. That was such a day.

"So they really made it through?" Arja said, looking into the sky.

"Yes. Half the fan base is in chaos."

"Lucky them. I wonder where they are now."

"Nobody's really sure. I bet on some lonely cave in the mountains."

Something about the clouds that day felt fervent that day. The world opened a new chapter.

"You know, they were a very big figure. A lot is going on. It feels like the greatest debate in the world."

"It really seems to dislike the idea of discarding your humanity just like that."

"It always tries to stop social changes. Individual, collective, one dog."

"So how loud are those who think it's suicide of the mind?"

"Greatly."

Arja sighed. "I fucking knew it."

"But other sides are getting believers too."

"And what do you think?"

"That you're still yourself. It's just your behaviour that aligns with your body."

"That's a nice way of looking at it."

"That's what the most proves point to."

Our talk brought my mind to a topic I wanted to move for a long time.

"Arja, do you want to go all the way?"

"Would you miss me?"

"Maybe. But I would root for you and appreciate our time together."

"Even if I had to go to a lonely cave in the mountains?"

"Yes, I'd get ready for that."

"Aw, that's sweet. But no, I'd much prefer to go for hybridisation."

"I see. Then I guess you're close. You'll be mighty, I'm sure."

"Thank you, sweetheart." Arja made a pause. She wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to ask her question. "Hey, if you could do it then how far would you go? Don't answer if you're not comfortable."

"All the way."

"Really?"

"Don't tell me there were no signs."

"I mean, there were. But with how much you like to write I wasn't sure."

"I think talons and the beak are enough to use a keyboard."

I quickly realised I wasn't telling Arja the entire truth. I knew that I should be more honest.

"Well, that's what I would like to say."

"It's not just about that. My body takes anything medical worse and worse recently. I'm afraid that if I tried to do it it would destroy me. And I'm not even talking about my heart anymore."

"Eh, as if it all couldn't leave you."

"Yeah."

"But didn't you got through much tougher stuff?"

"Last time I had new complications."

"And would you like Her to win?"

I knew who Arja referred to as Her. If you are in the otherkin community you have for sure heard about a particular writer. One that really wants us gone. One that I swore to one day be better than.

"True. I can let a lot of people win, but not Her."

"Now that's the Ashley I know."

"Hey one more thing."

"Yeah?"

"Would you like me to be your pet?"

"I don't think one can keep crows."

"Well, that sucks. And I guess that's another reason why I don't know anymore."

"Hey, we can still be friends. I can leave you fruits in a feeder."

"Thanks. I don't know what I could do for you though."

"Oh, just peck on the uninvited guests."

"And without violence?"

"I'm sure you'll figure something out."

*************

My crow cooldown has ended and here I go. I wanted to write about something else and less emotionally, but I changed my plans after I saw the last page from @ayviedoesthings . I think half the community did.

Also, for those who are like me and have a hard time learning idioms, "one dog" means roughly "there's no difference" and I encountered it in Polish.

Aha. Maybe there's a good reason why you can't adopt crows in many regions of the world, but not for a constitutional homo marriage ban. Caw with me if you agree.

[aishangotome]

Azel Radwan: Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Thank you @shatcey for providing the video for this chapter!

♡———♡

Azel: Good evening. I've been wanting to see you, you know?

When I came to, I was here again.

In this rose garden full of buds, there’s a man with an otherworldly appearance, resting his hand on an oak table.

I have a strange feeling like this has happened before, or maybe it hasn't.

(Somehow, only the presence of this Living God feels strangely vivid.)

Emma: ...A dream, right?

Azel: Oh? There's no way to prove which is the dream and which is reality.

Azel: Human wisdom hasn't progressed enough to unravel the mysteries of dreams.

Azel: It's possible that you being here is actually reality, and vice versa.

(I kind of understand, but I kind of don't.)

Azel: By the way, are you good at cooking?

Suddenly switching from a mystical topic to a realistic one, it took me a while to grasp the meaning.

Emma: I wouldn't say I'm good at it, but I can make decent food.

Azel: That's good. Actually, I've been interested in the local cuisine of Rhodolite.

Emma: ...Why are you suddenly bringing this up?

Azel: Because I know what will happen in the future.

Azel: When the time comes, you'll understand my intentions.

(It's hard to believe, but I guess that's how Gods are.)

Azel: By the way, I haven't had dinner today.

Emma: Eh? Are you feeling unwell?

Azel: No, it's due to various circumstances.

Azel: You're supposed to be a kind-hearted woman. You wouldn't do something cruel like leave a God on the verge of starvation, would you?

Emma: ...Rather than a prophecy, it feels like you're blatantly pressuring me to "come and cook for you."

Azel: Not at all, not at all. I'm just telling you that I prefer hearty meals to sweets, but I have no ulterior motives.

(I feel like there's nothing but ulterior motives.)

Azel: Besides, "you" over there hardly remembers what happened here.

Azel: There's no point in pressuring you, is there?

Prince Azel smiles mercifully – and the world begins to distort.

Azel: Ah, I'm looking forward to it.

Azel: –– ...I just happened to need a slave.

-

I woke up with a start, drawn by the light, and found myself in the guest room that had been given to me yesterday.

(I think I had another dream.)

(...It was a dream with the Living God in it.)

As usual, my memories crumbled away.

What remained today was the puzzling information "hearty meals, not sweets," and a chilling, inexplicable pounding of my heart.

(It wasn't a nightmare, but... how strange.)

-

Emma: There's something I've been wondering about...

Emma: Owner, what's that?

The city surrounding Tanzanite Castle was even more lively than Rhodolite.

The reason was obvious; everywhere I looked, there were tourists who seemed to have come from foreign countries.

Some people were enjoying food bought from stalls, while others were browsing souvenir shops selling pottery and textiles, which were local specialties. But what drew the most attention was the statue of the Living God, sitting majestically in the center of the city.

(I only passed by yesterday, so I couldn't get a good look at it...)

(Looking at it now, it's a spitting image of the real thing.)

Akatsuki: It's a tourist attraction. It's famous as a power spot where wishes come true.

Emma: Ah, that's why so many people are praying.

Akatsuki: You want to go too?

Emma: No... I'll pass.

(My wish is "to fall in love," so somehow I feel like I shouldn't pray to this statue.)

(...Really, it's just a feeling.)

Emma: So, what are we doing today?

Akatsuki: We're delivering an item that was requested.

Emma: So the Living God wasn't your only client?

Akatsuki: I have about 100 business partners in Tanzanite.

(That many...?)

Akatsuki: Sometimes I sell books, sometimes I exchange them for other books.

Akatsuki: Watch and learn.

Emma: Yes! I'll do my best to learn.

(This is completely different from looking after the shop. I have to work hard.)

Renewing my determination, I chased after the Owner's back as he walked ahead.

But I soon stopped in my tracks.

Akatsuki: ...Seems like something's happening.

Emma: ...!

The crowd gathered a short distance away was different from the others; they were buzzing with commotion.

Thanks to the Tanzanite soldiers, people were already starting to disperse, but through the thinning crowd, I could see a man with a swollen face.

Emma: He's badly injured. Was it a fight?

???: Something like that. It's been happening a lot lately.

(Ah, that voice...)

When I turned around, I saw Basil carrying a large amount of luggage, and Kamal, whose beauty, as always, was attracting attention.

Basil: I suspect a diviner misread the divine oracle.

Emma: What do you mean?

Basil: Divination in Tanzanite is considered to be the interpretation of the divine oracle, which reads the will of God from the stars.

Basil: Since Prince Azel is a God himself, his words directly become divine oracles...

Basil: Diviners are required to be skilled in how well they can interpret the will of God.

(Speaking of which...)

*flashback*

Azel: The basis of divination in our country is astrology.

Emma: Astrology...?

Azel: It's what you call astrology. What's popular here is unique to Tanzanite.

*back to present*

(Unique, so that's what he meant.)

Basil: However, it seems that many diviners have been misinterpreting the divine oracle lately...

Basil: Customers who are angry about the blasphemy against God sometimes lash out like that.

It was a logic I couldn't understand.

(I think divination is something that can be right sometimes and wrong sometimes.)

Emma: ...Are mistakes not allowed?

Basil: Well, divination is something that can change a person's life.

Basil: In this country, to call yourself a divinator, you need to have a certain level of resolution or preparedness.

(I guess I don't understand because I'm from another country.)

Basil: The idea that Prince Azel's thoughts are something that a mere divinator can read is preposterous.

I felt a shadow fall over Basil's face as he pushed up his glasses.

(Basil also has something on his mind, and that's dangerous!)

As he touched his glasses, the balance of his luggage was disrupted, and the Owner supported it with a speed invisible to the eye.

Basil: Oh dear, I'm so sorry! Thank you very much.

Akatsuki: Don't mind it. But, is this for a feast?

(I thought so too.)

The contents of Basil's luggage were a large quantity of groceries.

It was such an amount that it seemed difficult even to walk while looking ahead, and at least I wouldn't be able to carry it.

Basil: No, it's just an errand.

Basil: It certainly feels like there's more than usual, but I'm sure there's some noble reason for it.

("Noble reason" means it's an errand for Prince Azel, right?)

Only Basil was running the errand; Kamal was empty-handed.

When our eyes met, his long, beautiful fingers pulled out a letter.

The envelope was presented to the Owner.

Akatsuki: An additional order?

The Owner, who opened the seal on the spot, furrowed his brow at the letter he took out.

Emma: ...What's wrong?

Akatsuki: It says they found a clue to the book I was looking for.

Akatsuki: ...But it's suspicious.

Emma: Isn't that a good thing?

Akatsuki: If they were willing to tell me like this, they could have told me yesterday.

Akatsuki: Yet they deliberately contacted me later. And they're telling me to come and get the clue.

(...Indeed, I wonder if there's some intention behind it.)

Basil: Well, Prince Azel also apologized for that.

Basil: He said, "I accidentally forgot to tell you."

Akatsuki: .............

Akatsuki: In the first place, I don't have time to go get it for a while.

(I'm sure he has appointments to meet with his clients after this.)

(...But I think the information about the book is something the Owner desperately wants...)

(It might be rude to refuse the goodwill of a God.)

(Alright, this is where the assistant comes in.)

I raise my hand and volunteer to the Owner, who has a grim expression on his face.

Emma: Shall I go and get it?

-

Azel: My apologies… I am truly sorry.

Prince Azel warmly welcomed me when I visited his residence with Basil and Kamal, after parting ways with the Owner.

The way he emerged from the building with such perfect timing, as if he had foreseen everything, made me truly believe that he possesses some extraordinary power.

Azel: Thank you for your hard work, you two. Please bring the luggage inside.

Basil was frozen with his eyes sparkling, saying "H-huh..." Kamal grabbed him and pulled him inside.

(Now it's just the two of us.)

Emma: I've come on behalf of the Owner. I heard that you would give me a clue about the book...

Azel: Yes. I will give you a map.

Prince Azel turns his back to me and starts walking.

His eyes urge me to "follow me," so I follow him, but he's fast.

(Are his legs long, or is he just unusually fast...!)

I desperately chase after him, and as I follow Prince Azel through the uniquely shaped entrance---

Emma: ………… Huh?

I stop involuntarily, blink a few times, and pinch my cheeks.

It hurt like normal.

Azel: What's wrong?

Emma: No...

(Wh... what's going on here!?)

It was a shock, as if I had stepped into another world.

Unlike the weathered exterior walls, the interior was so neatly maintained that it didn't feel like it had 1000 years of history, and there was no sign of the precariousness that made it seem like it was about to collapse.

It's hard to say it was a brand new building, but the description of a "castle" truly suited it.

(I initially thought it was a solitary castle in the desert, and maybe I wasn't far off.)

Emma: The atmosphere is quite different from the exterior.

Azel: Of course, I can't just live in a 1000-year-old building as it is.

Azel: It's under major renovation right now.

Azel: The right side is mostly finished with renovations, so there's no problem, but the left side has partially collapsed.

Azel: If you happen to walk around here, never go to the left side.

Azel: If you do happen to enter it–

Emma: ...If I do?

Azel: Hehe.

(I'll be careful not to accidentally wander in there.)

Azel: Please be careful where you step.

Prince Azel goes up the stairs and proceeds to the right.

While chasing after him at a running pace, I casually glance to the left, and even though the sun should be directly overhead, it seems like a dim darkness lingers there.

(...I wonder if it's because the renovations aren't finished yet.)

After passing through the entrance hall, there's a corridor, which is also beautifully repaired.

At the end of the corridor where Prince Azel strode purposefully, there was a door.

Azel: Now, please come in.

Even though I was out of breath, I entered through the open door without a shred of suspicion... and found myself not in a guest room, but a kitchen.

(...Why?)

In the tidy room, the large amount of luggage that Basil had been carrying was carelessly placed. As I picked up a fruit that had rolled out of a bag, question marks popped up in my mind one after another.

Emma: Prince Azel... is the map in the kitchen?

Azel: Of course not, you idiot.

(!?)

(What? I just heard him speak like a different person...)

The door slams shut.

Prince Azel leaned against the closed door, blocking my escape route, and the corners of his mouth lifted.

Azel: Now, it's time for collection.

Emma: C-collection?

Azel: Here you go.

A letter, seemingly produced from thin air, is thrust in front of me.

Emma: This is...

I rub my eyes and look again.

No matter how many times I look at it, I can only read it as a "divination fee invoice."

Moreover, the numbers lined up on it were of an exorbitant amount that I had never seen before.

Emma: ...Is this addressed to me?

Azel: Yes, it's addressed to you.

Emma: I'm sorry, but I don't recall this.

Azel: Don't tell me you thought a God's divination was free?

Emma: ...Eh?

Azel: Wow, how rude. Don't underestimate me, okay?

(The divination from yesterday, it wasn't free!?)

I hurriedly pulled myself together as my senses started to fade.

Emma: But you said it was a thank you gift...!

Azel: There are many people who want to receive my divination but can't.

Azel: The thank you gift is the "right to receive divination."

Emma: You didn't say a word about that!

Azel: Well, it's common sense.

Emma: I don't know any such common sense!

Azel: Don't blame your ignorance on me.

(This is a scammer's tactic!?)

The me of yesterday, who thought he was a merciful and kind God – it seems I was seeing an illusion.

(Maybe this is his true nature.)

*flashback*

Clavis: But it's surprising. You're the current "Belle," and you're good at seeing through people's true nature, right?

Clavis: ...No, that's not right. Or rather, is it that impression precisely because you "saw through" it?

Clavis: Hmm, very interesting. I wonder if it's me who's seeing the illusion, or you.

*back to present*

(–That's what he meant. How pathetic of me, even though I'm Belle.)

Azel: Ah, but please rest assured. I'm not so cruel as to say "pay now."

Azel: We have two payment methods available: cash or labor.

(I can't feel assured at all.)

Azel: You don't seem to have any money, do you?

Azel: To repay this amount, you'll have to work like a slave...

Azel: Good luck.

His benevolent smile fueled my anger.

(Everyone's been deceived.)

(This person is not a merciful God at all. Rather...)

Emma: You, evil God!

Azel: Oh my, are those insults? As expected, a foreign girl is quite spirited.

Azel: But you see...

As I glared at him, Prince Azel grabbed my chin with his large hand–

Azel: Shall I show you what happens if you defy me?

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[strigimorphaes]

bad cocktail

Matteo/Tadej + background unrequited Matteo/Jonas (the best kind of matteojonas imo) based off of this bit of riffing with @mundanememory. Written edited etc in one day for the heck of it, so as always the usual caveats wrt spelling and characterization.

TL:DR: Pogi drunk, Matteo takes advantage, bad times had. E for Explicit description of boners, but not much more.

The sound of Tadej’s vomiting echoes down the hall. Halfway out the door, Matteo pauses, knowing that he could go back and help Tadej through it. Instead, he flees down the stairwell, still pulling on his jacket as he stumbles into the Monaco night. He feels weightless, his head spinning. He smells like alcohol and sex and he tells himself it wasn’t that bad, not that wrong, Tadej wanted it, after all, right? He was helping. He was -   

***

At the party, it was Tadej who started it. A loud hello and an easy smile as if he expected Matteo to greet him like a friend after the tricks he pulled in France – yeah, right. Sportsmanship and respect doesn’t go that far. He’s from the enemy team. It’s that simple. One glance and Matteo thinks of how Jonas would sometimes look in the bus after what Tadej had done to him on the road. Jonas had to become so fucking resilient, and still, Tadej won. Tadej, who would look at ease while putting out six watts per kilo – Matteo can’t help but think that’s why there’s satisfying about seeing him struggle to walk in a straight line without swaying now.

Matteo has had one drink, sticking to his nutritionist’s guidelines. Tadej is obviously far beyond that.  

“How much have you had?” Matteo half-shouts, trying to be heard above the music.

“Don’t know!” Tadej responds. “It’s rest week - is fine. Maybe soon I go home.“

***

Matteo just wants to get back home. Nice is a million miles away. He drove with someone and there’s an unread text and he retraces his steps as if that helps. There’s the street where Tadej stumbled, grabbing hold of Matteo. Sweaty hand-in-hand, Matteo wondering how Tadej didn’t hate himself for showing that much weakness.A flash of headlights makes it occur to Matteo that he should get a taxi.

***

Matteo puts a hand on Tadej’s arm and scans the room for anybody who looks like UAE – creepy bald guys or younger men in team jackets or caps. There’s a couple by the corner table, thank God. Matteo steers Tadej there and asks them, “This yours? I think he’s had too much and getting more.”

Shaking heads. One of the staff members claps Tadej on the shoulder, looking at Matteo all the while - “You know Tadej, eh? Is not like we can stop him!”

Tadej turns to Matteo raising one eyebrow and smiling. Of course he does what he wants. The music is too loud for Matteo to hear what Tadej’s saying before he’s going back to the bar. Matteo can’t stop him either. Can’t stop himself from following. Tadej walks like someone who knows he’s getting looked at. Someone forces their way past Tadej to get the bartender’s attention, forcing Tadej closer to Matteo. Their shoulders knock against each other. Matteo can smell Tadej’s breath when he talks.

“You know, last year Jonas helped me. Your T-shirt make me think of him.”

“Jonas? Really? At a party like this?”

It doesn’t seem like Tadej hears it, or maybe he just pretends not to. He sways a little. He keeps being so close, and when he talks again, it’s disjointed observations about the people around them instead of the topic Matteo wants to hear about – but he also feels like he can’t ask, like it’d be putting something on display Tadej shouldn’t see if he shows how interested he is in the thing with Jonas. He settles for watching Tadej stumbling on the way to the bathroom. That stumbling does something to Matteo. The quick correction, the confusion after. He buys Tadej another drink, and then Tadej seems disoriented, out of it and sweaty like it’s the moment at the end of an exhausting time trial, the moment of getting dropped drawn out across hours.

***

In the back of the taxi, Matteo thinks about calling someone, telling someone, but he has no idea who he could confide in. Jonas is maybe the only person who could understand his situation, but if Tadej wasn’t lying, Jonas is also the last person Matteo wants to know.

He chews on the inside of his cheek and looks out the window. A puddle of water and streetlight reflections mark the place their lips met. It was so messy. Good, the way Tadej let his head be tipped back, yielding as Matteo pulling at his hair. Tadej panted. Matteo could taste the drinks Tadej had had, the gin and vodka mixing with sugar and spit. After that point, every intersection is a place he could’ve turned away from Tadej, but on the other hand, he could never have left Tadej alone in that state, could he, and once they were inside Tadej’s apartment –

***

After another drink of his own, Matteo decides that he likes Tadej like this, clumsy and unthreatening. Talking. Tadej says he’ll be a killer at World’s, best shape of his life. He smiles like an idiot. He has to lean on Matteo to get towards the doors when he says he needs fresh air. Matteo shouldn’t like to squeeze down on Tadej’s bicep like this to hold him steady, but he does.

“Even if you win rainbows,” Matteo says, guiding Tadej through he wardrobe area to the exit of the venue, “Jonas is gonna take it from you next year.”

“Maybe. We see. I beat him before, I can beat him again.”

“Right now, you don’t look like you could beat anyone.”

It feels good to say it, especially when it’s true. Tadej looks up at Matteo, face all red. Even as they get outside, the night is warm and humid and there are bodies and voices all around them, everything lit in red and yellow from the bulbs and string lights glowing. Tadej puts an arm around Matteo’s waist as if for support, but Matteo knows it’s only as if somehow, maybe from looking into Tadej’s eyes in that split-second where his gaze becomes sharp once more. It’s just barely time enough for Matteo to feel a mixture of surprise and that specific anxious almost-happiness he gets from knowing someone else in his line of work is like him, wants to touch and be touched this way. Surprise wins out – he didn’t expect that it could be Tadej.

“Maybe now, we go,” Tadej says. “I need – you help me home.”

Matteo doesn’t really want that responsibility, but it’s not good if Tadej stumbles around like this when he’s wearing a watch worth God knows how much and barely keeping his balance. Matteo says, “I can find someone from your team – “  

But Tadej shakes his head. “Come on. Want you to.”

Matteo thinks of what Jonas would do.

***

Finally at the front steps and searching for his keys, Matteo finds a packet of breath mints. They do nothing to get the taste of Tadej out of his mouth. Even so, he doesn’t want to brush his teeth, unwilling to look at himself in the mirror. It’s bad enough to see the marks Tadej left on his shoulder and the stains on his underwear when he undresses to slide under the covers. Tomorrow he’ll wash up and it’ll be fine. Maybe – and it feels both like cruelty and relief at once to think it – Tadej won’t remember a thing. Maybe.

***

They stumble into Tadej’s apartment. They’ve been pressed together the whole long walk, but in the elevator it’s been even worse. As soon as the front door closes, Tadej’s expression is a challenge. Matteo wonders if he dislikes this man or just his body. If it’s possible that hating what Tadej’s body can do somehow turns into wanting to do something to it. Right now, he’s so weak. Matteo’s been good, protecting him, taking care the way he takes care of his own teammates when they’re week, and Tadej doesn’t deserve that and Matteo can’t stop thinking. Even worse, he can’t stop being aware of what Tadej’s hands on his body is doing to him.  

“You can make me out of breath,” Tadej says, and Matteo can’t figure out if it’s a mangled attempt at flirting or an offer. He digs his thumbnail into Tadej’s skin above his hip bone. Tadej steps forwards and Matteo looks past him into the kitchen: In a flash, he thinks about looking into Tadej’s fridge to find whatever he’s taking or searching his bathroom for needles, unzipping the toiletry bags to find ampoules or whatever the hell his doctors give him. Then Tadej steps back and takes his shirt off. It sticks to him; he’s sweating so much. He drops it at his feet and Matteo can only look at his naked body.

“Jonas left me here.” Tadej then says. “Are you gonna do that too, or are you going to do what we both know you want to?”

***

Matteo turns in his bed, thoughts turning to sleeping pills before going back to the image Tadej swaying with him before falling into bed. A swallowed protest – Tadej wasn’t right in the head, wouldn’t ever do this if he was sober, but Matteo was hard the moment he straddled Tadej’s waist and looked down on his enemy looking like that. Almost reverent, Tadej pressed his palm to Matteo’s chest, trailed it down his stomach and told him he was so much better than Jonas with an intensity in his voice like he thought Jonas might somehow hear it and be wounded by the words.

Again and again – better than him. And good, Matteo. The last person Matteo would expect to praise him.

It all comes back in shameful flashes. The open-mouthed kisses and the sight of Tadej naked. How Tadej got hard from Matteo telling him how pathetic he looked when he was almost cross-eyed, unable to get more than half-hard but still begging for Matteo to mark him up and have fun with him. He asked for things he shouldn’t – Matteo’s hands on his neck at the end – and Matteo should’ve been resilient. He thought it then, too, in every moment where his sensible mind broke through the haze – that he was being worse than Jonas. But - so much better, Tadej gasped.

Matteo flexes his hands and still remembers the feeling when he squeezed harder.

[mostdream6977]

Blessing (NSFW)

((Nerevoryn drabble. I didn't edit this at all. This is pretty much just a rough draft to help get me writing again. I hope yall enjoy regardless tho. AO3 link here!))

“Hortator, eh? You wish for my blessing?” A small smirk came across Voryn’s lips as he spoke. The two had been engaged in battle with the Nords for months now in the process of banishing them from Resdayn. Neither had come out unscathed thus far– Voryn was, at the time, nursing a burn wound on his lower calf, while Nerevar had mostly healed from a recent spear jab to the collar. They had de-armored, with Voryn lifting his robes to reach his calf and Nerevar barely wearing armor in the first place sitting in practically his underwear, making idle conversation in their medic tent set up at camp near the battlefield as they did so. Voryn, in all his glorious sarcasm, thought Nerevar always somehow had the perfect timing for these conversations.

“It’s just… we’ve been fighting side by side for a long time now. The Dwemer need a unified leader for all the Chimer if we’re going to ally with them. There’s no way they’ll think we’ll win if we aren’t united, Voryn.” Nerevar began.

“Hm. I’m not opposed, you know.” Voryn replied slowly. “I greatly appreciate yours and House Indoril’s assistance in defending my lands, but I do… hesitate knowing you. You’ve a heart of gold, Nerevar. Is a title like that fitting?”

“... What do you mean?”

“I mean,” Voryn grew nervous, knowing he misspoke. “There is a… brutality involved. I’ve seen you, I know you’re capable of that with enemies but…” he trailed off.

“But what?”

“But what of allies? What happens when you must turn against brethren, Nerevar?” This caused Nerevar to stop and think for a bit, in slight offense. Voryn was correct, there truly was a lot more to discuss regarding this topic than Nerevar had hoped. He knew he fit the bill, he knew who he was and what he was capable of, and he was getting tired of proving himself all the time. Voryn was an exception to this, but Nerevar still found himself frustrated.

“What do I need to do?” He snapped back.

“What?”

“For your blessing. What needs to happen?” Nerevar was ready to do just about anything at this point. It wasn’t desperation, despite fitting the bill for it, it was an ambition soaked in passion for the unification of his people. Voryn knew this feeling well, both from Nerevar and in himself, and stopped.

“I.. I don’t know yet. Maybe start by handing me my potion?” Voryn said, reaching out towards the red bottle that sat closer to Nerevar than himself. Their group was running low on supplies, their med tent was shoddily placed in the snow of the Velothi Mountains and was as bare as the vegetation, outside trees. The tent’s roof was sagging from the weight of the snow, and the various medical supplies lining the tables they sat at were glinting in the low light of candle. The potion was one of their last, Nerevar was certain someone else would need it, and yet it was only for closing minor wounds. Nerevar snatched it up and handed it to Voryn without another word. Voryn thanked him then gulped it down, Nerevar watched the now cleaned burn close up. There was a short pause between the two before Nerevar spoke again.

“Are you feeling better?” He said as Voryn stood, wobbling a bit on the leg he was previously unable to walk on before finding his balance.

“Yes, I am. Feeling far more spry too.” He lifts up his previously unhurt leg and jokingly hops around to show Nerevar he had found that balance he’d been looking for, bringing a laugh from him.

“You look well enough to give me your blessing, now.”

“You’re still on that? I was hoping to distract you.” Voryn sighed.

“I’m not that easily moved. You know how I feel about this.” Nerevar leaned forward from where he was sitting and winced. His shoulder seemed healed on the outside, but he was still feeling the pain. He grabbed it and leaned back, closing his eyes.

“...Maybe you should have taken that potion.” Voryn said. “Here, there's got to be another around here.” 

“Please.” Nerevar groaned, opening his eyes again. “I have one in my personal tent, I'd rather not trudge through the snow right now. It’s frigid out there.”

“It would help if you put on anything, Nerevar.”

“Don’t tell me you dont love what you see.” Nerevar said with a smile and a wink.

“Flirting with me won’t get you any closer to Hortator.” Voryn shuffled about the tent, sifting through medical supplies until he found an empty red bottle, cursing it.

“You could just use a spell.” Nerevar croaked. Voryn tossed the bottle aside and pulled a chair up to where Nerevar sat, sitting down in it and moving his arm away from where the wound was. It had healed on the outside but was likely still fresh on the inside, it’s a big issue with the small healing potions. Voryn knew some restoration, and he placed his hand on the spot, which was in the meat above the collarbone close to the neck.

“You could have died, Nerevar.” 

“I know. Real glad I didn’t.”

Voryn sighed again as the glow of the spell overtook his hand over the spot. It felt warm and tingled as the pain faded. Voryn removed his hand and Nerevar twisted the joint, happy to see the mobility return.

“Thank you, Voryn.”

“It’s no issue,” Voryn began, “But I fear for you. You’ve got to show some more restraint on the field or you’re going to get yourself killed.”

“Do you care about me or something?” Nerevar laughed

“I– yes, I care about you, Nerevar. I didn’t think that was a secret” Voryn giggled back at him. The two looked at each other for a second, enjoying the moment they had with just each other before returning to their battles the next day. They both, very obviously, had feelings for one another. Nerevar hadn’t once forgotten to stop to appreciate the way Voryn’s eyes would glint in the warm light, just like the medical supplies that sat next to him. To Voryn, Nerevar might as well have been the light itself, bringing a warmth to the room that wouldn’t have been possible without him. They basked in each other’s presence until Nerevar broke his gaze. 

“What was it you were saying earlier? About turning against allies?”

“Don’t tell me you’re about to make a scene, Nerevar.” 

“I’ll do what I want, Voryn.”

“And what is that?”

“I’m going to convince you to name me Hortator.” Nerevar stated. 

“And what’s your plan? I’m still not fully sure you’d be capable.You’re too soft.” Another giggle fell out of Voryn. Nerevar finally rose from his seat and moved forward, boldly so. He stopped before Voryn, which led to an intimidation that made him scoot his own chair back about an inch. 

“I want you on your knees.”

“Eh? Right now?” Voryn stuttered out in his surprise. 

“Yes. You heard me.”

“The other med tents are right next to us, they’ll hear us.” He rebutted.

“We’ll be quiet. I have a different idea this time.” He reached to his side and unsheathed a medium dagger, showing it to Voryn before re-sheathing it and removing the setup from his waist entirely. He held the dagger by the sheathed blade and presented the smooth hilt to Voryn, prompting an understanding. 

“And what are you getting from this?” He questioned. Nerevar smiled.

“I just like seeing you beneath me. On your knees, and look me in the eye.”

Voryn nodded, and lowered himself. He glanced at the hilt before him with unease before Nerevar placed a hand in his hair, gripping it tightly and pulling his head forward to it. Voryn makes eye contact, as requested, and leans into the pull. He kisses the tip of the hilt before teasingly swirling his tongue around the tip of it with a sly smile. Then, with another kiss, he licks down the shaft of it then back up, fully taking it into his mouth and pushing it against the back of his throat, threatening to swallow it should it have more elasticity.

“Good... Good boy.” Nerevar said as Voryn bobbed his head back and forth on it, gripping his hair tighter and leading the rhythm. He gently begins to pump his hips alongside, adding to the immersion of the experience. Then, a cry rang out outside the tent. Nerevar ripped the hilt from Voryn’s throat in his surprise and turned to see the commotion as Voryn coughed and sputtered on the ground. One of his generals was calling for him.

“Sorry V… that’s your cue.” Nerevar hesitantly said to a Voryn who had just caught his breath. 

“Gods,” He gasped. “And I was just about to name you Hortator, too.”

[theokatgoesmeow]

Hello Everyone.

You might know a user going by the username @puff-yy and might know them personally.

Today I am going to call out both him and @syrupyy

As you know, Kaz is someone with mental illnesses, depression, autism. Maybe more but I personally do not know, he has used these mental illnesses as a scapegoat before.

He mentally abused my kissmate, guilttripped them, and then tossed them to the side once they saw through his bullshit.

For context: On Cs: (Comic studio) I sexted a man named Jay. At that time I was twelve and he was 14, he mentioned that he felt like he could talk to me about anything and that I was hot, so I talked to him about explicit topics, eventually leading him to ask me to sext him (He had a girlfriend at that time btw)

He was defending this man and yada-yada-yada things led to another. Now this man (Kaz) is SEVENTEEN.

He was accusing me and my kissmate (Both thirteen) of being the cause of one of his suicide attempts, villainiziers, and more.

I can TELL you. None of us tried to make him hang himself, we would never do this.

He has done this with me also, and also has twisted others users words.

Voynich (Not disclosing their user) has spoken out (Like a true hero amen amen.) and told him that the reason of his suicide attempts would probably be

Topic 2: Sexualizing minors.

I don't know alot of danganronpa 2 lore, but I am aware that Nagito and Kazuichi are minors. He made this comic,

He then used the excuse of the avatars being a minor but the real life people are not, which is gross???

Now moving on.

You all know what comic studio is, yes?

The comic making website, well it's not all good as you think.

The moderation team is mostly made up of minors, long story short. Moderation is eh, my friends got banned for making a mod mad (They threw themselves into the crossfire)

And also, Syrupyy is terribly biased.

When given suggestions (By my kissmate) he basically throws them to the side and disregards them, he keeps going on and on about how cs is bad for my mental health but does not take action for anything.

He unbanned Jay because he apologized, I guess.

He is a terrible siteowner/mod by experience.

@Puff-yy if you see this. I did warn you, your downfall was going to come, and you wouldn't get away with what you did.

[inawickedlittletown]

Just Let Me Adore You (BuckTommy) - 8/9

Summary: What if…instead of Chimney taking the role of interim Captain of the 118, Tommy is asked to take on the role.

Or, what happens when Buck meets Tommy in S2

Words: 3.8k

Notes: Title from Adore You by Harry Styles

Read on Ao3

Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Part Four - Part Five - Part Six

Part Seven

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Part Eight

He’d been calling Evan his boyfriend in his head for the last month. He knew they hadn’t talked about it, but considering how any time his shift ended in time for dinner he headed over to Evan’s and how his schedule had started to revolve around being available to take him to his PT appointments, it wasn’t without some merit. 

So, when one of the hikers they rescued started to flirt with him, Tommy couldn’t help but just shake his head.

“Sorry. I’m actually taken.” 

“Figures.” 

It was once they were back at the station that Melton turned to him. “Taken, eh? So are you lying to the people that hit on you now?” 

“Not lying,” Tommy said. “I am dating someone.”

“I thought you’d given up dating.” 

“I had,” Tommy said. “But I met someone and he’s pretty great. Going to see him tonight, actually.” 

“I guess you have looked happier lately, Kinard,” Melton said. “Thought it was just about getting back here, but I guess it wasn’t just that.” 

Tommy shrugged his shoulders. When their shift ended, he didn’t even bother heading home and instead went straight to Evan’s apartment. When he knocked on the door, he was surprised to see Maddie. That was another thing they hadn’t talked about, even though he was pretty sure that Evan’s physical therapist had made a comment or two about them and Evan hadn’t refuted it. 

“Oh,” she said. “Hi, Tommy. Buck, your boyfriend’s here!” She called the last over her shoulder. 

Tommy froze. Maddie smiled at him and stepped out of the way and let Tommy in. It looked a little bit chaotic in Evan’s apartment and he didn’t see Evan anywhere. 

“What’s happening here?” 

“Just a bit of rearranging,” Maddie said. 

He spotted Evan walking down the stairs and smiled, stepping towards the stairs to meet him at the bottom. 

“So, boyfriend?” he asked. 

Evan’s cheeks were pink, but he was smiling. “Guess so.” 

“Guess that means we’re on the same page,” Tommy replied. 

Tommy pressed their lips together in a quick kiss, aware that Evan’s sister was somewhere in the apartment. 

“Where can I help?” 

They hadn’t had concrete plans for the night. Tommy had envisioned taking Evan out for dinner maybe close to the beach so they could go and walk on the sand. He didn’t mind that it had turned into getting Evan’s apartment back to how it used to be before he needed to sleep on the first floor. Between the three of them they got the couch back down and the bed back up. Seeing Evan moving up and down the stairs without complaint and even lifting furniture helped to cement how well he’d healed up. 

Afterwards, they had dinner with Maddie and Tommy got to know her a little better. In all the time since Evan was hurt, he’d only really seen her in passing. He knew a little about her, but not much, and most of it came from a fact dropped here or there from Evan. 

“So, you used to be a nurse?” Tommy double checked. 

“It was kinda inevitable with how often I was cleaning up this one’s scrapes and bruises,” she said pointing at Evan. 

Evan just shrugged his shoulders with a big grin on his face. 

“And Doug,” Evan said, making a face. 

Tommy had no idea who Doug was, but he didn’t pry. 

Maddie nodded. “That was a factor. Either way, I always liked it.” 

“Ever think of going back to it?” 

“I did, but being a dispatcher is rewarding in its own ways. Hard too, sometimes, but I know I make a difference and that’s all that matters.” 

The topic changed to Evan’s plans once the doctors officially cleared him. 

“I still think you’re trying to get back too early,” Maddie said. “Getting around and going up and down stairs is not the same as the level of physicality involved in your job. I’m right, aren’t I, Tommy?” 

“I’ve been working out too without any problems,” Evan interjected. 

Maddie looked to Tommy. 

Tommy lifted his hands. “I think if his doctors have said he’s cleared and the department says he’s good to go that should be that.” 

“Thank you,” Evan said. 

“I just don’t want you to push yourself,” Maddie said. 

Evan gave a nod. “I know. And I’m not, I’m ready.” 

When she left, Maddie gave Evan and then Tommy a hug. 

“She’s not wrong,” Tommy said, carefully as soon as the door was closed. “There’s no rush for you to get back to work. Your job will be there waiting.” 

Evan let Tommy lead him to the living room and to the newly returned couch. They sat down and Evan immediately crowded into Tommy’s space. Tommy wrapped an arm around him, bringing him even closer.

“Logically, that makes sense, but I just need to get back to where I belong. I know you get that.” 

Tommy nodded slowly. He kissed the side of Evan’s head, breathed him in. 

“It’s like when you were sent back to the 118. You weren’t where you belonged, not really.” 

Tommy hummed. “I was, I think. Met you, didn’t I?” 

“Somehow, I think that would have happened regardless at some point, don’t you?” 

Tommy didn’t believe in fate or any of that type of thing and yet there was something about Evan that told him that yes they would have met eventually. On that he and Evan could agree. 

“Sure,” he said. “So, I didn’t tell you what happened that put me back at the 118, did I?” Tommy asked. 

In all the time that they had spent together, Tommy had never brought it up, but he wanted Evan to know about it. 

“No. You didn’t. And you don’t have to if you don’t—”

Tommy’s hand reached for his, twinning their fingers. “I want you to know.” 

“Okay,” Evan said. “What happened?”

Tommy didn’t respond at once. The whole incident was very much still forefront in his mind even though it had been months since it happened. It had begun at the start of his shift when Tommy arrived to find out that Melton was out with a stomach virus and that Fielding’s wife had gone into labor. Tommy didn’t really mind working with other aeromedics or pilots, but it did mean that some of the ease of his day was gone. 

The first few calls of the day hadn’t been much trouble. They were run of the mill. It was when they got called out to a car accident that it got a little interesting. 

“Car accident,” Evan said, “was it a bad one?” 

“Yeah, I mean, I’m not usually called out for anything minor. The guy we were transporting was young in his early twenties. He was in a flipped car and he had a collapsed lung on top of a possible spinal injury. Firefighters on the scene had already extricated him. We were just there for transport. His father was in the car with him, but he came out of it with bumps and bruises and they had already ruled out a concussion. It would have been easier if he had one.” 

Evan was listening intently and after taking a breath, Tommy continued, “Walsh was the aeromedic with me. I went out to help him load the patient on and the father was already acting strange. When the kid started to come to as we loaded him, he didn’t act like a worried parent.” 

“What did he act like?” Evan asked. 

He’d berated the kid. As far as Tommy had been able to tell the kid hadn’t even been at fault for the accident, but the father was acting like he was. Nothing about his wording spoke to worry or concern for if his kid might make it. Tommy had tried to ask him to stop bothering his kid, but the father didn’t stop and Walsh had done nothing. 

“We didn’t have time to waste,” Tommy told Evan. “So, I went and got ready for us to fly out. Walsh had the kid in hand so I wasn’t concerned about that and the father was in the helicopter. We just got in the air and that was when the dad started on a rant—”

Tommy could still remember it clearly, had felt all of it down to his bones and maybe it was his own parental trauma, but no kid should have had to hear their parent say anything, not especially during such a situation. 

He repeated a bit of it for Evan. “It was transphobic. Things like you’re a girl…see you can’t even drive just like any other girl. Lying to yourself saying you’re a boy. Calling the boy’s choices a mistake.” 

“Oh,” Evan said. 

“Yeah, so then Walsh started asking questions and I figured he’d try to diffuse the situation.”

“That’s not what happened, is it?” Evan asked. 

“No. For one thing Walsh started talking about the kid like he was a girl. I figured okay maybe he’s trying to connect with the guy and calm him down, but then it just kept getting worse and I realized that Walsh agreed with the guy and I didn’t know if that was going to hurt the care that Walsh gave the kid.” 

“You said something, didn’t you?” 

“Yes. Of course, I did. I told Walsh off for misgendering the patient and that he needed to stop and focus on making sure he made it to the hospital. Kid was in and out of it, probably had to be so scared and if he could hear them…he didn’t need that on top of everything else.”

Tommy hadn’t realized that it would make it worse. 

“That fired up the dad who started in on people like me. Liberals and the agenda thing and who knows what else he said. Walsh then decided to tell him that I’m gay as if to give him an excuse for my views or something.”

Tommy remembered how he had gone cold. He remembered how his body had frozen in the pilot’s chair and how he’d tried his best to just focus on flying. It wasn’t that he wasn’t out as much as that Walsh had no right to just say it especially to someone that would certainly have a problem with it. Tommy pushed all his feelings aside to do the job. The faster they got to the hospital the better. He spent the first part of the flight trying his best to ignore them and wishing he could shut off the comms.

“It’s like he was trying to find something wrong with me aside from what he already saw as wrong,” Tommy said. “I should never have answered back, but it was getting to me and I snapped.”

“Oh, Tommy,” Evan said and he squeezed Tommy’s hand. 

Tommy had heard so much of it before. Aimed at him and not aimed at him alike. He’d worked with some bigoted guys in the Army and he’d been a firefighter under Gerrard. He’d long learned how to be professional and push it aside and do the job. This guy was just…he reminded Tommy of his own father and it didn’t help that this guy’s kid was severely injured but he was focused on being a bigot instead. Walsh making a point to agree with the father was the thing that drove him over the edge probably. 

“We made it to the hospital,” Tommy said. “I was…I was so angry, Evan. I went around to help Walsh with the patient and the father got in my face almost immediately and started spewing so much hate that I wanted nothing more than to take a punch at him.” 

“You didn’t, did you?” 

“No,” Tommy said. “He didn’t like that I ignored him. Tried to punch me instead when I went to help transfer the patient. He missed, luckily. One of the doctors that came out to meet us grabbed him and pulled him away and even then he tried to come back at me and he was yelling all kinds of things. Walsh was still talking to the other doctors and I just…I just got back on the helicopter and left.” 

Evan burst into laughter. “Sorry…I just, I’m picturing it. You just flew away?” 

Not his finest moment. Not the best reaction to the situation. Tommy didn’t actually regret it. He didn’t know how a flight back with Walsh would have gone, not with Walsh making excuses or trying to explain himself. Lying. 

“What happened next?” Evan asked. 

“Well I didn’t fly back to Harbor,” Tommy said. 

That was his biggest mistake. He’d been so heated and he hadn’t even really known what he was doing. His fuel tank was full and he had enough presence of mind to communicate with air control. Tommy had felt better after flying for a bit and then, he returned back to Harbor. 

“Where did you go?” 

“I just flew around. Took my time getting back. Too long, and I ignored the calls from my Captain. I was so dumb, Evan. 

“What, uh, what happened next?” 

“I flew back, landed where I was supposed to. They were all waiting for me. Walsh. Captain Reid. Chief Alonzo. Before I got out of the helicopter I was so sure I had just lost my job.”

“But you didn’t,” Evan said. 

“I didn’t,�� he confirmed. 

It had felt like it, though. He remembered the way that the Chief had looked at him, like he was just one more problem he could do without. If it wasn’t for Captain Reid, Tommy was sure things wouldn’t have gone the way they did…which didn’t mean that Tommy hadn’t found the punishment unfair. 

Walsh had tried to put it all on Tommy, to paint him as unprofessional and biased. Discriminatory. As if Tommy had refused to care for the patient or get him to the hospital as quickly as he could. As if Tommy had been the one misgendering the patient and outing a coworker. As if Tommy had allowed his bigoted views to make an already difficult situation worse. 

“And what happed to that guy?” Evan asked. 

“I think they made him take on some extra cleaning duties. They grounded me. I guess the doctor that saw it all back at the hospital called the Chief and it did clear me a bit, but they didn’t take too well to taking off with department property.” 

Evan chuckled. “Yeah, they never do.” 

Tommy immediately looked at him. “Evan, what—”

“That’s a story for another day,” Evan said. “So that’s why the Chief decided you could be the interim Captain?” 

“Pretty much. Honestly, I think he thought I wouldn’t be able to handle it. Maybe saw it as a bigger punishment. I don’t know.” 

Captain Reid had put in a good word too, he knew. Had pointed out that it would be good if Tommy and Walsh were not working at the same station for a time. 

“How has it been with that guy now?” Evan asked. 

“Walsh? He was moved to another shift so we rarely cross paths.” 

That had been a bit of a revelation to Tommy when he returned to work. Apparently, he hadn’t taken it too well, but Captain Reid had put his foot down. 

“Wow,” Evan said. “I don’t know if I was expecting that.” 

“It doesn’t really put me in a good light,” Tommy said. “I just…flying is so freeing to me. Not being able to do it was difficult, so I get how much you long to go back to your job, but it will feel amazing once you do get back to it and you will. Maddie isn’t wrong about taking all the time that you need. And look…for me it kinda led me to you, so it wasn’t all bad.” 

“And if I say I’m ready now?” Evan asked, turning his face so that he could look directly at Tommy. 

“Then you are,” Tommy said. 

—

Buck would never admit it, but one of the reasons that he’d been so insistent on putting his bed back up in the loft was that it might mean he could get Tommy on the couch for a cuddle and maybe some making out because kissing Tommy was becoming an addiction and Buck wanted it to progress to more than that. Tommy was holding back and Buck knew it was for his sake, he also knew that he couldn’t wait any longer. 

The bed…it created a few problems in that it felt like putting pressure on both of them and so they had been hyper aware whenever they were on it together. It also reminded Buck of the very reason for why it was in his living room in the first place and that was the unsexiest thing in the world. 

He was ready for his life to get back to normal and that meant his couch where it belonged and his bed in his bedroom and it also meant that Buck was also ready to take the next natural step with his boyfriend. Tommy was just making it kinda difficult because he seemed to pull away whenever Buck was even thinking about doing anything past kissing. 

Buck didn’t know if it was because of his leg or if Tommy had it in his mind that Buck wasn’t ready, but he was getting tired of it, and maybe a bit horny about it too. Could anyone blame him, Tommy was way too hot for his own good. 

It was a few days before Buck needed to go in for his recertification and he was more than happy with what the doctors had all said at his last visit. Yes he might still experience some leg cramps and the screws wouldn’t be coming out just yet, but Buck could return to normal activity. For him, normal activity was firefighting. He’d even started going back to his gym and he wasn’t as out of shape as he’d thought. That was of course down to the PT. 

He and Tommy had another date as soon as Tommy got off shift. Buck had no idea what Tommy had planned, seeing as all he’d been told was to wait for Tommy to pick him up. Buck was hoping that whatever the date entailed, it might lead to the two of them getting a bit more physical. 

When Tommy knocked on his door, Buck rushed to open it. 

“You look excited,” Tommy said. 

“And you look really good,” Buck responded

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” Tommy said and stepped into Buck’s space, leaning in to kiss him. 

The door closed behind them and Buck sighed against Tommy, slanting their lips together again and letting the moment linger until Tommy was taking a step back and eyeing him. 

“Are you ready to go?” 

“Yeah. Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” 

“You’ll find out soon enough. Come on.” 

Tommy followed him out the door and took Buck’s hand. Buck had never known how much he loved holding someone’s hand before Tommy and he was reluctant to let him go when they made it to his car. It meant that Tommy reeled him into his arms for a kiss that left Buck wanting to just drag Tommy back up to his apartment. He only just managed to tear himself away. 

“You’re taking me up in a helicopter,” Buck said almost half an hour later as Tommy pulled into Harbor. 

“I did promise,” Tommy said. 

Tommy gave him a small tour of his workplace. Buck got a kick out of noticing the differences even though the 217 did still have their own engine and ladder truck. Still, it was impressive. He even got a quick look at the helicopters inside the hangar and they watched when a call came in and a team of three ran towards one of the helicopters sitting out and ready. Then, Tommy led him out to where the helicopter waited for them. 

The thing about Tommy was that there was little he could do that Buck didn’t find hot. His confidence as he got them ready to fly left Buck at a loss for words and then they were up in the air and it was all due to Tommy. It was almost hard to look away from him and actually take in the view, but Buck forced himself to when Tommy pointed something out for him to see. 

The most amazing thing by far was just how far and wide Buck could see. The day was clear and they were flying below the few clouds that did exist. LA looked different from above and Buck loved it. He loved getting a different perspective to a place that he knew so well. 

“This is amazing,” Buck said. 

“Yeah?” 

Tommy grinned at him. He looked gorgeous in that moment between his smile and the way that the headset sat on his curls. His eyes crinkled and his hands were on the controls. The cyclic, Tommy had called it. 

They went by the beaches, looked down at the crowds of people sunbathing or surfing out on the water. It had been way too long since Buck had gone to the beach. He just had never really found the time and then after the accident the priority was getting back to work. 

Buck had no idea how long they were up in the air, but they returned to Harbor and Buck could barely contain the urge to kiss Tommy. It really was bad how much he wanted him. As soon as they were securely on the ground and Tommy was slipping the headset off, Buck unbuckled himself and then grabbed at Tommy, hands sliding to cradle his face and then he planted his lips on Tommy. Tommy made a noise into the kiss, but he kissed back just as eager until he pushed Buck back. 

“Evan, we can’t just stay in here.” 

“Why not?” Buck asked, going for another kiss. 

“Because I only booked the helicopter for an hour.” 

Buck groaned, but followed Tommy’s lead and opened the door. He got down slowly and wasn’t surprised when Tommy met him. He wrapped an arm around Buck’s shoulders, bringing him into his body. 

“Tell me you’ll take me up there again, one day,” Buck said. 

“I could even fly us somewhere,” Tommy said. “We’ll plan it out. Maybe San Francisco or Vegas. Napa.” 

“Yes,” Buck said at once. “Do you know how good you look in the pilot’s seat?”

“Not as good as you looked sitting next to me,” Tommy said. 

“Only one of us was doing the flying,” Buck pointed out. 

“Hmm, nothing says you can’t learn. I could give you lessons.” 

Buck somehow didn’t think he would learn much of anything if Tommy was involved. He was too distracting and Buck was sure it wasn’t something that would change anytime soon. 

“Did you get us a reservation anywhere?” Buck asked. 

“No. Figured we’d play it by ear.” 

Buck smiled. “Well, then, Mr. Pilot, I think we can order in once we get back to my place. I figure we’ll find something to do there…some other lessons that you might need to give me.” 

“Oh, is that so?” Tommy asked. 

Buck could only nod.