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[lemoniiiiiii]

chances

(frat!kyle spencer x fem!reader)

content: fluff, angst (if you squint?), mentioned sexual harassment (by frat members)

a/n: not proofread, short drabble inspired by this post, wrote it really fast so sorry if it's not the best (it's my first time writing for kyle too so)! also, the last line is sick I'm aware I'M SORRY RYAN MURPHY POSSESSED ME

when your boyfriend kyle told you that he was joining the fraternity kappa lambda gamma you seriously thought he was joking. kyle was caring, hard-working, kind. yeah, he liked to joke around, but he was nothing like those greek alphabet degenerates you associated frats with. you told him this earnestly. it wasn't just a passing judgment, it was a genuine concern for him. trapped in a house with all those guys? kyle could handle himself well growing up in the 9th ward, but these frat guys were different to the types of people he was used to dealing with. you didn't want to see him to get hurt, or worse... start becoming like them.

when you expressed your feelings to him, kyle (of course politely) brushed your concerns off.

"give em' a chance..." he told you, caressing your head in his lap. "they're not all as bad as ya think. and even some of em' that are a bit.. y'know.. they're good people at heart, i can tell. they just hafta be put in the right direction."

"and is that why you're gonna try and become president?"

"yep! kappa lambda gamma has the potential to be one of the best chapters tulane has ever seen. that, and it gets ya some pretty awesome connections"

he was right.. a lot of past frat members had become pretty successful and kyle could use that to his advantage.

"okay fair... just, be safe okay? stick to what you know- who you are"

"oh i f'sure will" he flashed a knowing smile, leaning in to plant a tender kiss on your lips. your hands found their way into his golden curls, drawing him closer for a deeper connection.

as if on cue, the moment kyle pulled away, his phone began to ring. he glanced at the screen, and an apologetic smile appeared on his lips as he answered the call, shifting slightly as if bracing for what was coming.

"whoa, whoa, whoa, ma, slow down. what's going on? i’m at a—" he hesitated, casting a quick glance your way, "—at a friend’s, i told ya already... yeah, i’ll be home soon... what? right now?" there was a brief pause before he sighed. "okay, ma. love you too."

as kyle lowered the phone, you let out a soft sigh, already knowing what was coming. "gotta go, huh?"

"yeah, i’m sorry, baby..." he took your hand gently, lifting it to his lips in one smooth motion, the warmth of his breath tickling your skin before his lips brushed your knuckles. his fingers slid between yours, intertwining, and then he leaned in close, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "i’ll see you on campus, okay?"

you nodded, trying to mask the disappointment tugging at your chest. "mhm… see you," you murmured, sitting up and watching him leave.

--

"oh my god" your jaw dropped as kyle stepped out of the bathroom. you had gone to surprise him after move-in day, wanting to see how he was adjusting to the frat life. and oh boy did he adjust. he had the blue embroidered polo with the collar obnoxiously flipped up, a white long sleeve underneath it, rolled up to the elbows, even-

"your hair!" you gasped. kyle's once luscious curls you loved to run your hands through had now become flat and side-swept. you silently cursed yourself for ever teaching him how to use a flat iron so he could help you do your hair.

"well y'know you could say hi-" he chuckled, enjoying your reaction to his new look. "like it?"

to be honest, you didn't hate it, as much as you wanted to. kyle had a way of making anything look good. it was more what it represented that made your stomach churn.

"you certainly look the part" you said, forcing a half-smile. "all you need now is a backwards cap and a blood alcohol content of .12%"

he laughed, walking over and nudging your arm. "c'mon babe. open mind, remember?"

you sighed. "right... open mind" you glanced over him again, noticing how the fabric of his clothes hugged his frame in a way that accentuated his muscles. "okay.. you do look really hot i'm just wor-"

"gonna stop ya right there." he gently placed a hand on your arm, giving you a warm smile. "thank you. i'm happy ya came."

"i'm... happy i'm here- well, with you anyway" you couldn’t help but let the corners of your mouth lift. kyle just had that effect on you.

"..seriously though," you started again, looking into his eyes with a hint of concern.

kyle’s expression softened as he wrapped an arm around your lower back. "i promise it's stoppin' here, alright? all this… it's just surface level. you still have me." he gestured vaguely to his clothes and hair. "this is still the same me."

you held his gaze, trying to believe him, though a small part of you still worried that he may fall in too deep.

"please baby, give em' a chance..."

"what kind of chance?" you looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "because i was violated like three different ways just walking up to your room." the words came out half-joking, but there was an edge to your tone that kyle didn’t miss.

he straightened up, eyes narrowing, and his brow furrowed with a fierce protectiveness. "what happened?"

"i'm kidding... kinda. nothing crazy just a few wandering eyes" you waved it off, though the memory of being looked up and down like that made your skin crawl for a second.

"i'll talk to em' about it. if they say or do anything else, tell me. i'll cut their fuckin' balls off" his voice was serious, and though he didn't mean it literally, you knew he would go to war for the people he cared about.

"as long as i get to watch," you giggled, leaning into him a little more.

"...any chance you’ll stop using that flat iron, though?" you asked, giving his new hairstyle a gentle tease, still missing the curls that used to frame his face.

"when i'm dead." he chuckled with a cocky grin.

"we’ll see about that."

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[yarameijer]

Hi, I've been reading accidental reversal and I really like your 'what if' scenarios with tenma and the gang, and I've had a fic idea I've been considering for a while that I'd appreciate your input on

I've really gotten attached to the idea of a Deaf Tenma, making the decision not to go to a Deaf School (The only Deaf school in Japan that I can find is Meisei Gakuen, which is located in tokyo, which is extremely close to if not the same city where Raimon is) so that he can play for the soccer team that inspired him, only to find the whole fifth sector mess going on.

naturally, he starts the whole revolution, because hes putting the quality of his education on the line to play for raimon, and he isn't about to let that sacrifice for nothing.

tsurugi notices straight away, and when he goes home he immediately starts learning JSL, because first of all he is Not ableist (for obvious reasons), and second is because if he's going to be monologuing at this kid, he's going to make sure he can be understood (he ends up being to go to interpreter when aoi/shinsuke isn't there)

shunsuke asks aoi to teach him and they bond

endou is surprisingly good at JSL when he picks it up (good with his hands + has a very expressive face), kidou, not so much (obscured face, not very expressive anyways)

due to the tension among the team in the first few games, it takes a good chunk of raimon an embarrassingly long time to realize that he isn't just wearing earbuds, and that he doesn't just have an odd accent, and that him looking directly at peoples mouths isn't just a quirk (shindou/kirino/sangoku being like 'How did you not realize? it's so obvious, we've just been learning independently')

also because I've noticed a trend in the show that these kids sure do like to monologue on the soccer field, and I think it's funny if they keep getting interrupted by a kid that just, does not seem to care (its difficult to lip read from a distance, they won't always be facing him, and it seems like a bad idea to wear hearing aids while playing a sport where kids can whip up fire tornadoes, because the average cost of a pair of hearing aids is approximately $4000, or ¥592,560)

anyways it's just an idea I've been considering

Whoa, I love that idea? It sounds so great! I’m a huge fan of rewriting the old story with just enough of a spin to give it a new flavor, and this one’s super interesting. Kinda reminds me of an idea I had at some point in which Tenma is mute and uses sign language. Also lmao Tenma pulling the revolution because ‘’I did NOT sacrifice my education just to get stuck with this crap’’ sounds like such a Tenma move, ngl.

Also yes, Raimon is located in Inazuma Town which is somewhere in Tokyo, it’s on the wiki if you want to check it out!

Okay so I’m not sure what exactly you wanted my input on, so I’m just gonna ramble! Feel free to send me another ask or comment if you wanted something more specific. Anyway, some things that immediately come to mind when I think about this:

1) One of the reasons Tsurugi takes his JSL lessons so seriously could be because Tenma reminds him of his brother. It’s not the same situation but in a way they’re both dealing with disabilities and Tsurugi has seen firsthand how hard it can be for Yuuichi, so he’s a bit softer towards Tenma because of that.

2) Depending on how much of a little shit you want Tenma to be: imagine him turning off his hearing aids at comedic moments, like when someone starts gushing about Fifth Sector’s goals. Tenma just nope’s straight out of that one. Or, although this might be a bit later when he’s more comfortable with the team, him turning off his hearing aids when someone starts scolding him. Absolute power move. They don’t even need to know he does it, maybe someone eventually finds out, cue comedic moment.

3) Since you mentioned accents… Tenma’s from Okinawa and as far as I could find, Okinawans have at least a bit of an accent. Deaf people are also known to learn how to speak by copying the lip movements of the people around them… so if Tenma grew up on Okinawa, it could be assumed he’s grown up speaking Okinawan Japanese and has the accent to match. I imagine non-deaf Tenma would have worked out most of his accent after he moved to Okinawa town so as to not stand out, but deaf Tenma would have had a harder time doing so/might not have even realized he had an accent in the first place. (There is a difference between Okinawan Japanese, which is a Japanese dialect, and the Okinawan language, which is a whole other language altogether and only a few people speak it (mostly the elderly) because it stems from a period before Okinawa was Japanese territory, so if you make use of this idea, maybe look into that a bit. It’s a bit of a complicated situation but I think it could really add something to the characters). This does depend a little on whether Tenma was born deaf or not, I think (that would also influence his lip reading/sign language skills - was he born deaf or has he only been deaf for a few years?)

4) Find subtle ways to mention it throughout the story instead of using full paragraphs. I like comparing it to writing someone who wears glasses. Small details are glasses getting fogged up when going from the outside cold into a warm room, or when drinking tea. Smudges on glasses that annoy the character. Pushing them up when they slip down their nose. These are all small, subtle actions that add a lot to the story and ‘remind’ readers of this detail without putting too much focus on it - you could try and do the same thing with Tenma’s deafness: lip reading is really difficult so Tenma might misunderstand or ask for clarification, or little habits he has (like you mentioned, watching people’s mouths rather than their eyes).

Anyway, I’d definitely recommend doing research on writing deaf characters because it’s very easy to accidentally make a mistake and come off as disrespectful. I’ve read a story or two in which there was so much focus on a character being deaf that it seemed to be their only character trait, and not only does that take away from the story, but it’s also not a good representation. Being deaf is not a defining character trait; it’s just part of their character, like wearing glasses or having asthma. An important thing that should be acknowledged but not constantly mentioned/made to be the center of their life and character.

Some questions that immediately popped into my head:

1. Was Tenma born deaf or did he lose his hearing?

2. Does he shout or say the name of hissatsu techniques? Would he even bother with that?

3. In fact would he even bother trying to learn the names of hissatsu techniques (since they can be super weird + it’s during a match and he’s not wearing hearing aids, so these both make it hard to lip read) and instead just come up with names for them himself? Imagine him referring to Sangoku’s Fence of Gaia as ‘’the rock thing’’ or Kami no Takuto as ‘’Shindou-senpai’s lightshow’’.

4. Does the entire team learn sign language (and how good are they at it), or does Tenma speak and lip read more with certain members of the team and use sign language with others?

Of course the amount of detail you put into it all depends on how long you want the story to be! I hope this is sort of what you wanted, and again, feel free to ask something else if this isn’t what you hoped for.

And in case you decide to write the story, best of luck!

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 42

Matt: "Every fucken time ..."

Oh dear, Marisha's gone full pirate and it didn't take ANYONE long at all to pick up on it. Wait ... Fingers Magic? Gods help us ... wow, that is the fakest dog ever ...

"Children ..." They really never give Matt a single chance to start smoothly, do they?

Haha ... cute little dig at Chetney in the recap. Matt's putting Travis in his place for the distraction already ... XD

Oh yeah, the streaking. I enjoyed that bit ... oh, so we're actually ROLE-PLAYING the streaking? Go on, Matt, let them role-play the streaking.

Bah ...

The curls on Chetney's shoes are FOR HIS TOES?!!!

Like a freaky jackalope ... "breakfast rabbit." XD

Orym: "So far your signal has been tearing me open."

Theatre talk ... "Not the theatre!!!"

Are they going to turn flying Imogen into a fireworks display in order to signal the airship? Is THAT what's gonna happen here?

FCG: "Do YOU know where we are?" East and a bit south? Right, that's gonna work.

"Balls and titties. A thousand times ..."

Teaching FCG how to cook.

Hello again, Pate ...

Laura: "What are you stroking?" Travis: "The meat tongue?"

Here we go, Orym tests his new sword ... whoa, vine grapple powers? AWESOME!!! That is SO COOL ...

Laudna wanting to learn how to use big scary fire powers us such a bad idea, but getting FEARNE to teach her is SO MUCH WORSE.

Creepy version of girl talk ... no, Fearne, NOBODY likes Delilah. Hmmm ... maybe Fearne having Laudna's back ain't such a bad thing. Oh, the coin flip ... yeah ...

Fearne: "I missed you terribly for that moment of time." D'awwwww ... :3

Beavis and Butthead are back again!

"If they mean that much to you you should name them." Yes ... The Jawtaker. "Cuz the guy I took it off I cut his jaw off with it." Yeah ...

Blood Splash? Yeah, I dunno.

Oh man, Laudna and Fearne are REALLY trying this? Laudna tries rubbing her hands together and they start flaking ... of course they do.

Wait, using FEARNE as a target? Seriously?

Matt's adorable description of Laudna's attempt ... oh shit, that actually WORKED?!!! And now it's CHAOS. Perfect. Travis: "There's no dialing down a fireball." Whoa ... 18 POINTS OF FIRE DAMAGE to Fearne? Because it's Laudna's EVIL fire ... XD

I love that Fearne actually ENJOYED that ...

FCG: "A little bit burnt? Your hair is all gone!" Fearne: "That is not true."

Professor Fearne ...

Ashton asking for hammer lessons is hilarious and adorable. XD

Here comes the skyship. Okay ... time to say goodbye to the Gorgynei ...

FCG's first attempt at cookery is ... a mess, apparently.

Chetney: "I felt so young this morning and then Laudna fucked me up."

Oooooooh ... Uther backstory ...

Oh boy ... Fearne and Manad have chemistry. Okay ... :3

"Manad. With little hearts ..."

FCG (to Fearne): "You are the most chill burn victim I've ever seen."

Okay, back on board and flying again ... Chetney's hanging over the side like a dog with its head out the window. XD

"Eshterossh's reshipesh" ...

FCG's doing some more cooking ... oh, the cookies? Oh gods ... how bad is this gonna go?

Sam's flask again ... "Sam's Hanukkah Wislist?" Hmmm ... TEETH ENLARGERS?!!! Do you REALLY need them Sam?

Qoreo. Which NOBODY can spell, apparently ... XD Another crazy history lesson, too ...

Chetney's chained himself up in the night again, it seems ... Orym: "I'm having an awakening." Awwwwww ... cute carved wolf which is now imaginary because Liam forgot to bring the real one. XD Apparently it's not "paperweight worthy" yet ...

Orym: "How many people have you killed with this thing?" Chetney: "I haven't been keeping count."

The moment Liam says: "I slid the sword in" I KNEW there would be a lot of smirking. I was not disappointed. XD

Seedling, the Wayward Pilgrim. I like that.

The return of "We're basically gods!" Oh boy ... cue the Keyfish references.

The Shallowlands ... Orym: "Fun as in fun or fun as in murders you?" Captain Xandis: "Yes."

Lake Koron. With a K, not a Q, people! XD

Taliesin: "The entire country of Wales is going 'What? What's the problem?'"

Aaaaaaaaaaand ... here we go. Yios. City of Flowing Light. LITERALLY, it seems ... yeah, that's really pretty. A three tiered lake? Oh, that is GORGEOUS, actually.

Wait ... IS THAT A BLOODY LOG FLUME? SERIOUSLY?!!!

Lakecap Skyport and Lounge ... like a casino, apparently. XD

FCG: "I wonder if you drink the water does your pee glow?" Ashton: "I can think of at least four reasons that wouldn't work but you're welcome to try."

Discussing what to do ... Starlight Academy? Hmmmm ...

Go to break ... cue chants of: "NEW PLACE!!! NEW PLACE!!!" And Laura's misremembering cues smutty talk about Starlight Express. Matt: "Trains fucking, y'all!"

Oh man, season 2 of The Legend of Vox Machina looks like it's gonna be a RIOT. Grog beard! Yay!

Methinks perhaps they went a bit overboard with this new Twitch Subscription ad ...

And we're back, with Matt once again being belittled. Good naturedly, though ...

Sweet fuck, a New Jersey accent ... Liam feels personally affronted, and rightly so ... fuck, this is completely destroying Laura, she CANNOT keep a straight face. XD

So, the Lounge is FANCY, clearly. Oh here we go booze ... Ashton, you enabler ...

Imogen's nervous, it seems. Worried about her mum. Hmmm ...

The Orb is still dark. Phew ...

Corpse Reviver. Yup ... these drinks are clearly an adventure all on their own.

Gambling? Really? Not smart, guys. Better not. Apparently Chetney has a reputation in some places ... and some bans, it seems.

Yes, food and drink. Nothing else. Then beds. Best plan here, guys.

Laudna sets Pate to hold the table for them. A haunted flying rat, yeah, that's gonna do the trick beautifully. XD

Shellfish? From a casino? Travis: "That's one way to go!"

Ashley rolls a stealth check. Nat 1! "That's what happens when you demand it!" Matt: "You have NEVER felt more stealthy." Laura: "She's just turning circles in the middle of the floor."

FCG attempts to Detect Thoughts in the casino ... which goes well ... cue jokes about folk wanting a dump ...

Fearne sidles up to a half-giant guard ... oh gods, here we go ... yeah, he really doesn't have much advice to give her ...

"I'm here to go to there ..." Okay ... Matt demands a deception check. Of course he does ... oh, it actually goes well, that's quite the surprise for Fearne actually.

Ashton to the rescue! Yup ... for a barbarian he is VERY sharp, isn't he?

Wait ... Pate can go INVISIBLE?!!!

Laudna wants to use him to cheat at cards ... yeah, Chetney is not alone thinking that's a bad idea. Also the guards ARE keeping an eye on them ...

Maybe tomorrow night ... oh dear ...

Complicated in-game gambling mechanics ... yeah ... Fork of the Storm or Griffin's Wall ...

A 50 GOLD BUY-IN?!!! Are you fucking kidding me?

FCG attempts to use Divination to cheat ... oh boy ... and the coins evaporate in his grasp. Sam: "They're the component?"

Okay, this split screen does WEIRD THINGS to Matt's arms ... O.O

Fearne keeps raising ... AND Chetney too ... oh dear ... and Fearne is trying to Sleight of Hand the dice? This is gonna be an insanely high deception roll ... 18! Taliesin: "You monster!" She raises A LOT. Ye gods ... 440 in the pot? Fuck me ...

Chetney rolled MAX! "Into the spider's web you played!" Yeah, he totally cleans up. And tips stingy ... "This is an expensive game!"

The Griffin's Wall is just blackjack with dice, apparently ... good thing it's cheaper too.

Matt REALLY doesn't want this to just be 2 hours of dice games and I'm very much with him ...

Travis rolls INSANE again! Max roll! Crazy! Oooh, Laura too! Nice! AND Liam? This is getting nuts ... Holy fuck TALIESIN gets it TOO!!! Down to Marisha ... SHE BUSTS OUT!!! Of course she does! XD

Freya ... intriguing looking dwarf ... lots of green ... and she's FRENCH, apparently.

FCG (talking about Chetney): "He wants to swing a big dick while we're here." Attempts to cast Fast Friends to get the room comped ... Freya rolls a Nat 20! XD They decide to just pay for the room and LIE to Chetney about it instead ...

Fearne almost blows it getting stuffy about the tip ... cue talk about Fearne going off at Freya for being a Karen ...

Another round of Fork of the Storm ... Imogen tries telekinesis to nudge the dice ... the tanks it TOTALLY!!! XD She folds ...

FCG's Detect Thoughts gains NO insight on the dealer. Matt: "This is THEIR JOB!!!" Instead he just gets flashes of their childhood.

They tell Chetney the room is free. Everybody else sees right through them. Chetney: "Wow, that meat tongue turned into a silver tongue!"

Who's THIS suspicious dude? Laura rolls for an insight check ... ooh, whispers!

Landon Kreshawl ...

Marisha rolls a Nat 20 on a deception check, apparently they're a performing troupe now ... Orym is doing Cirque de Soleil shit ... ah, Pate! Ventriloquism, basically ...

Imogen casts Detect Thoughts ... on surface he's taken in ... ah, so is this guy a conman, then? Maybe, maybe not. He could be okay.

Now he's talking about carpentry. Imogen switches her focus to Chetney. Under the table she hears a thump ... XD

They arrange to meet with him again in the morning. Chetney is affronted that he's not a real carpenter.

Travis: "Shrimp cocktail towers so we can all shit our brains out."

To the suite! It's nice, great view.

Ashton does not want shrimp. "You do not want to see me eat shrimp, I have ... issues." Matt is exasperated that he's created this glorious place for them to visit and they're making diarrhoea jokes ...

Ashton (to Imogen): "If it hadn't been for your intense personal issues I never would have gotten to see this, so thank you."

Oh gods, the shrimp arrives ... this is going to be awful ... they give them 10 gold snd pretend it's a tip.

Travis: "You just give them 10 gold for shrimp? That's like $3,000!"

Laudna encourages Ashton to make friends with Pate ... oh, this should be fun ...

Fearne makes Pate a shrimp tail crown. Cue Beetlejuice jokes ...

Chetney fills Imogen a nice hot bath. Awwwwwww ...

She casts Invisibility on herself snd JUMPS OUT OF THE WINDOW?!!! She flies away ... what the hell?

She goes WAY UP HIGH and takes the whole city in. Then casts Sending to her mother ... she wants guidance.

Her mother tells her to stay there, stay safe, that it's dangerous for her. "I've given up so much to keep you safe, at the end of it all that's all I want."

This just got REALLY emotional really quick ...

Everybody sleeps well, at least. It's a pleasant day, apparently.

Lord Preston Drodelon? Oh, the one from the ball that fell for Fearne! Lovely.

The shrimp shitstorm ... Orym: "All I eat is protein, guys! Get used to it!"

They meet Landon and enlist his guidance going out into the city. To the Seminary!

The Tri-Bridge Plaza.

Lots of touristy stuff, clearly ... Orym is being observant like always. It's all very MC Escher, apparently, but it works.

Shopping! Plenty of business opportunities, looks like. The bread and butter of the D&D downtime session!

Mani Drogidon. Sounds fancy.

Traverse Rarities and Trudge the Glimmer. No Gilmour's Glorious Goods?

The Dominion Ring.

Whoa, lots of orcs? That's pretty cool.

The Seat of Valour! Awesome.

The Rose Marble Amphitheatre.

Library of the Cobalt Soul! Yay!

The Aydinian Seminary. Here we are, then. Clearly a very solemn seat of learning and academia. Sounds pretty snooty too ...

Landon is very good at his job, definitely. Apparently his hair is a few Mercers long ... XD

Yes, that's right they have a letter of introduction. That makes things easier.

Okay, hiring him for the whole day is probably practical. Honestly I'm starting to like him.

Weird gargoyle creatures ... FCG panics ... SND THEY ATTACK!!!

Matt: "And that's where we're gonna call it a night!" WHAT?!!! What does this mean?

Gah, damn you and your cliffhangers, Mercer!

[skellebonez]

Cotton Tails and Borrowed Time: Chapter 6

Edited (and planned) with the help of my friend Bucky! Couldn’t do this without you!

A couple notes: We're now into season 3 and finale special spoiler territory, hope everyone reading either doesn't mind or has caught up!

I would also like to shout out peachus-dous for this wonderful art based on the last chapter! Thank you so much!

Check out the AO3 link.

“You... what?” Pigsy asked slowly.

It was at this moment Tang realized he could hear the way the other’s tone changed slowly at the end of his question. Not that he couldn’t before, but now it was so much clearer to him! And Pigsy’s heartbeat: it sped up just a tad bit. Was it out of concern? Fear? Something... else?

“Whoa...” Tang breathed out. “This... This is way more than I expected...”

“Good more or bad more?” Pigsy asked, voice lowered as if he was afraid of hurting Tang’s ears.

“I... I don’t know...” Tang answered honestly. He closed his eyes, taking in all the sound around him. Pigsy’s heartbeat was still fast, sped up past what must have been normal, and his breathing was deep and steady as if he was trying to maintain his calm. “Too much, but I don’t know if it’s bad. Maybe? I—”

Tang stopped as he felt the soft pressure of PIgsy’s hands on his ears again. Soft, much like earlier in the day, but more loose and more... assuring. Yes. Assuring.

“Breathe,” Pigsy said softly, taking a deep breath of his own.

Tang nodded, following along with the other’s breaths for a minute as he realized he had been starting to panic. He hadn’t even noticed he was... but Pigsy did. Somehow. Pigsy was good at noticing things.

Usually...

“Better?” Pigsy asked as he slowly removed his hands from Tang’s ears.

“A little?” Tang said after a moment of taking stock of how he felt.

“Just a little?” Pigsy continued with a raised brow.

The only thing Tang could think to do was attempt an awkward smile and a shrug. “Well, I don’t feel awful. Just a little silly for all of... that.”

“I know what’ll cheer you up,” Pigsy said after a moment with a smirk.

“Oh no,” Tang said with a half chuckle. “No, no, I know what that look means. You’re going to put on a terrible movie and make me watch it.”

“No!” Pigsy denied, barely holding back the laughs that threatened to escape. “I’m going to put on a terrible MUSICAL movie and listen to you rip it apart.”

“Please don’t tell me—”

“Cats.”

“NO!”

~

“You don’t understand, Pigsy!” Tang yelled and laughed at the same time, barely hearing himself over Pigsy laughing. “They recorded the music FOLLOWING THE SINGERS! There was no musical cue! They followed the VIBE.”

“Why would they do that!?” Pigsy asked as he was clearly trying not to wheeze into unconsciousness.

“I don’t know and I am SO ANGRY!”

They’d been like this for nearly two and a half hours, just past when the movie’s final credits had finally scrolled past and then continued on. At some part during the credits,Tang had found himself moving on from ranting about the multiple changes to the songs and stories to ranting about the many, MANY, disastrous choices of the director and producer of what he had dubbed ‘the worst musical movie travesty to ever have been put out by American cinema in history.’

And Pigsy had been hooked on every word. Listening more to Tang than any of the dialogue or singing. It reminded the scholar of the early days of when he was just a regular at the noodle shop, instead of a ‘freeloader’. Pigsy would allow Tang to stay until closing as he ranted about how he was having trouble with his lesson plans or how the college students he taught sometimes paid more attention to their classmates than to him.

It felt nostalgic in a way. A nice return to normal that he desperately needed in these times.

“If this is half as passionate as you get when you teach those classes,” Pigsy said after Tang flopped down on the couch after concluding his final rant. “I wouldn’t mind delivering some noodles to you just to sit in and watch you for some time.”

“Oh, you don’t mean that,” Tang brushed off, stretching a bit as he made himself more comfortable.

“I do, though,” Pigsy insisted, closing the laptop he had pulled out to watch the movie on before he frowned suddenly.

“Pigsy?” Tang said softly.

“Hey uh... Not to bring down the mood again or anything but,” Pigsy started, looking apprehensive. “What exactly did the Monkey King tell you about this curse?”

For a moment, the urge to tell Pigsy everything shot forward. Not just about the curse. Not just about the fact he might be turning into a rabbit. Everything.

But he didn’t. Of course.

“He said it was some kind of curse that was used to make people confess things, like where they stashed treasure and stuff,” Tang explained with a shrug after a long pause. “The more you hid it, the more you changed. It’s changed to cover... more... you know, other stuff than just that.”

“Sounds like something people would come up with in the old days,” Pigsy muttered out with a scowl. “Taking the agency away from the enemy and trying to force them into a non-choice they don’t wanna make that’ll just backfire on them.”

“Backfire?”

“Think about it,” Pigsy continued. “You’ve been captured by the enemy. They want you to tell them where your leader is or where your family treasure is or your family themselves or whatever. They put this curse on you and you have to choose between becoming some kind of demon or giving them that info. Would you tell them?”

“No,” Tang said without hesitation. “I know some would but... no. Never.”

“Exactly,” Pigsy said with a nod. “So now what does the enemy have? An ex-human who knows what they want, knows their faces, and can probably kick their ass even better than before.”

“You think I can kick ass?”

“I know you can kick ass.”

“I...” Tang said softly as he looked down at his fur covered hands. At first the assertion made his heart soar, just a bit, but it took only a few moments of thinking it over for him to remember something that he should have brought up beforehand. “Maybe back then. I don’t know about it now.”

“What’s that mean?”

“You remember those powers I got?” Tang said as he held his hands up and further out.

“The bubble thing I did with Scorpion Demoness and when I started the ritual for the Samadhi Fire? And we all joined forces with MK to defeat the Lady Bone Demon?”

“Your Golden Cicada powers,” Pigsy said in recollection.

“I haven’t been able to access them since then,” Tang said. He watched his hands, through his glasses and then over them. Watched them go in and out of focus. Odd. His vision seemed... different. Were his glasses going out of prescription? “Not because of this curse, this happened long before that. I don’t even know if I have those powers anymore.”

“Powers or not, you still managed to get inside that lantern thing,” Pigsy said without missing a beat. “And we still don’t know exactly what your deal is anyway. Monkey King hasn’t exactly told us much about Tang Sanzang. Maybe he just lent you those powers from the Celestial Realm? Or you still have them but they’re just waiting for the time to come back.”

“Maybe...” Tang acknowledged.

He wished he knew exactly what his own connection to the great monk was. Despite Sun Wukong being more open with them then he ever had been before, he was still unwilling to talk much about his fellow travelers from the original journey to the west. While Mei was descended from Ao Lie, something they had all known for some time, it was almost certain from the way he did talk about Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing that Pigsy and Sandy were very likely their reincarnations. Which meant of course, that Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing were gone.

But Sun Wukong always refused to talk about Tang Sanzang in any detail. He could be in the Celestial Realm for all Tang knew, passing on his Golden Cicada powers to someone he deemed worthy no matter his connection to anyone. Or, perhaps, Tang was a descendant of a distant relative of the monk and it was a hidden family secret for... reasons.

Or... who knows.

“Hey,” Pigsy said softly as he placed a hand on one of Tang’s own. The scholar jumped, looking at the chef with surprise. “You don’t have to think so hard about that. I already told ya, you’re pretty great to me. Whether those powers come back or not? That’s all that matters. Just like you turning into a rabbit demon. So what if Sun Wukong doesn’t get what he needs in time? You’ll still be Tang.”

Tang blinked at that for a moment, taking the chance to really think about it.

“Yeah... I mean, I’ll be me but a rabbit demon,” Tang said with a shrug. “But I’ll still be me.”

“Exactly,” Pigsy said with a nod. “And the Tang I know is a smart guy, the kind of guy who can get used to having fur and super good hearing and should probably ask Macaque how he deals with that actually—But! You’ll still be you, same way if I turned into a human. I’d still be Pigsy, the greatest chef in all of Wàn Qiān Chéng. Just probably with more hair.”

Tang couldn’t help but smile as the chef went on, his tone so... certain. So assured he was right.

“...How did you get so good at that?”

“At what?” Pigsy asked in genuine confusion.

“Knowing exactly what to say to make someone feel better about themselves,” Tang said with a smile as he put his hands down on his lap. Pigsy didn’t remove his own, his fingers closing around Tang’s hand softly.

“You’ve met my mom,” Pigsy said with a chuckle. “I think you can guess.

“I think I can.”

The two sat in silence for a while, just... sitting together. Hands together. If Tang didn’t know any better he would almost say this was romantic.

He might have thought better and asked about it had his clock not chimed a new hour and broken them out of their moment.

“You should go,” Tang said with a little disappointment in his voice despite himself. “You need to get enough rest to open the shop in the morning. I’ll walk you to the door?”

It didn’t take much convincing to get Pigsy to agree once he grimaced at the clock himself.

With a “sure” he stood up and stretched, bothing making their way to the door in silence before Pigsy opened it and started to step outside. He looked back in, nodding awkwardly for a moment.

“Hey, Tang?” Pigsy said just as he was about to close the door. “I... liked tonight. Maybe we could do this again soon?”

Tang was suddenly very glad he was covered in fur to hide the blush he felt on his face. The fur sticking up on all ends, however, was even harder to hide.

“I think I’d like that,” Tang said softly.

“Okay... Okay! Uh,” Pigsy chuckled awkwardly, nodding to Tang one last time. “Night! Rest well... Bye.”

The door shut just as awkwardly between them as Tang breathed out a soft “bye” of his own. He didn’t say anything after that, just made his way back to his room. His body ran on autopilot as he went through his nighttime routine. He wasn’t tired exactly. But with everything that had happened between him and Pigsy replaying in his head, he needed to lie down. He crawled into the bed, grabbing one of his pillows to hold it against his chest.

For half a second, he imagined he was hugging Pigsy. Then his mind automatically chastised him for doing so. Another half second passed before he remembered the consequences of that.

Tang didn’t even need to look into a mirror to know what had grown in.

Whiskers, rabbit whiskers that brushed against his pillow oddly and made him jump up in surprise at first. Hesitantly, he lifted a hand to touch the end of one. It wasn’t painful, just... different.

Different.

He recalled his conversation with Pigsy before their night together ended. If he remained a rabbit demon he would still be him... just different. Pigsy was right about that. And Pigsy seemed certain of him being able to adjust to all the changes quickly.

He was a scholar after all. He could learn! He was a fast learner. Yeah...

“Whatever happens,” Tang said assertively under his breath. “I can handle it. Cure or no cure, as long as I don’t turn into a real bunny rabbit I can handle it. If Pigsy thinks I can, then I can.”

He didn’t know if it was the curse or something else, but he suddenly felt just a little bit lighter inside.

Then he hugged the pillow tighter, unable to hold back his jubilation any longer. He’d felt the urge to do this since Pigsy asked him to have another night like this and he didn’t care if it wasn’t a real date. He was just so. HAPPY!

He rolled around on his bed, laughing into the pillow as he thought about what they could possibly do next time. It took all of his self control not to start jumping on the bed, something he had never had the urge to do even as a child. But he was just so elated! He’d never felt like this before!

‘Maybe this curse isn’t so bad,’ he thought to himself with a smile as he curled up and let himself think up plans to suggest to Pigsy in the future.

~

“Nope,” the apartment landlord said to MK and Monkey King with a shrug. “Sorry, you just missed them. Left this morning, gave me their key, said they’d be back ‘eventually’ and booked it out of here.”

“Aw, man,” MK said with a groan of frustration. “I thought we finally found them!”

The Monkie Kid and his mentor had been flying around the city for most of the final half of the day, checking all the usual spots that Jin and Yin would have normally camped out in. The theater was out too, Macaque had taken that back over and he hadn’t seen them. Their old Speedy Panda assistant was there, manning the desk like she had been since she’d acquired the job. and gave them some clues as to their whereabouts.

Namely the address of their new apartment unit they had moved into. Which was apparently next to hers. She had not seen the twins since the day before, however, leading MK and Monkey King to worry.

“So they’re nowhere,” Sun Wukong said with a sigh. “That means they probably relocated somewhere outside the city after your fight.”

“But where would they GO!?”

“With their roommate,” the apartment building owner said without missing a beat.

“...What roommate?” Sun Wukong asked with a raised brow. “I thought their friend didn’t live with them.”

“Oh, not her!” The landlord said with a laugh. “No no, the other lady.”

“Other lady?”

One enlightening explanation later, the Monkey King and Monkie Kid walked out of the apartment building.

“Okay, I think we have enough to go on!” Sun Wukong said with a laugh. “You did great getting us around the city. Good call heading to the theater, by the way. I didn’t even know she worked there.”

“You have been avoiding like... all of the city, Monkey King,” MK said with a chuckle before he yawned.

“After all this we can fix that, bud,” Sun Wukong said with a chuckle as he ruffled his successor’s hair. “For now, we get you home and get some rest. When I pick you up in the morning, we have another journey to make.”

~

Not enough something inside Tang said. Whether it was his own thoughts or something else, something new, he didn’t know.

Not enough, too exposed, more, more, MORE, we need to feel safe.

He didn’t even realize he’d ripped the fitted sheet off his bed until he was wrapped inside of it.

He barely even registered he had been awake until he woke up hours later wrapped entirely in all of his bedding, pillows sequestered inside of the sheets with him.

“What...” Tang breathed out in confusion. “What... happened?"

Tang had always been a heavy sleeper.

But not a heavy enough sleeper to not wake up and realize he had done this.

Something cold flopped in his stomach.

“I need to call MK and Sun Wukong when I get to Pigsy’s...”

~

The moment Tang walked into Pigsy’s Noodles, he was greeted by an instantaneous shout of his name from far back in the kitchen. The greeting was immediately followed by a proclamation of “You are not gonna believe who Jin and Yin have been living with since we all beat Lady Bone Demon!” from none other than the Great Sage himself.

That was most certainly not the response that Tang had expected to receive when he arrived. It was, at the very least, one of the most interesting things he had ever been greeted with.

“Uh... Who?” the scholar asked as he took his regular seat.

“Oh just. Someone!” Sun Wukong said quickly. Too quickly.

The laughter he could hear from the kitchen told Tang that Pigsy was, just perhaps, part of the reason why the monkey would answer like that. And also at least part of why he looked like he wanted to be literally anywhere else but in that noodle shop at that exact moment.

“Someone?” Tang asked with a raise of his brow.

“Apparently it’s the queen you guys bumped into while we were all separated and stuff!” MK answered, as he prepared a bundle of boxes for delivery.

“You mean SD?” Tang asked with a tilt of his head.

“SD?” MK asked. “Who’s SD?”

“SD,” Tang repeated. “Scorpion Demoness? Kidnapped me to force me to be her friend forever?”

“It was a whole thing,” Pigsy shouted from the kitchen. “The monkey man got amnesia.”

MK’s eyes bulged as he whipped around to face his mentor. “YOU GOT AMNESIA!?”

“You didn’t tell him you got amnesia!?” Pigsy gaped, sounding like he was torn between laughing and yelling in frustration.

“I HAD OTHER PRIORITIES, OKAY!?” Sun Wukong answered. “Look, the important thing? We know where they went! They should be back at her castle. The person who owns their apartment building vouched for the fact they lived together and left together, and if we go there we will be able to find them! And when we find them—!”

“We can beat them up and find out what the heck they did!” MK exclaimed, practically vibrating in excitement.

“Do you really need to beat them up?” a fourth voice sounded from the back of the shop. All four turned to see the young girl step out of the storage room carrying a box of fresh ingredients.“Couldn’t you just catch them and tie them up?”

“I mean, yeah,” MK agreed with a shrug. “That would probably be easier. But they also tried to curse me with whatever the heck hit Mr. Tang, so they kind of deserve at least a kick to the shins, right?”

The girl frowned, puffing out her cheeks in stubborn annoyance at the Monkie Kid.

“Okay, okay!” MK said with a chuckle. “We’ll try the pacifist way first.”

Bai He, the young girl in question, smiled as she put down the box of ingredients on the counter for Pigsy to grab.

While not old enough to work in the shop, not yet anyway, she was old enough having just turned 16 recently to be part of a volunteer program that would allow her to shadow Pigsy and obtain experience by assisting him in the shop. Little things, such as organizing the storage room and grabbing him ingredients. Normally she would have never been in the shop alone, but... extenuating circumstances the day prior called for doing things they would not normally do.

That wasn’t her real name either, of course not. But much like MK was a nickname, Bai He followed suit. It seemed as if nicknames were the name of the game for their little friend group as of late, either chosen by the person or gifted by one Sun Wukong himself.

It was hard to miss that the Great Sage typically called himself, Pigsy, and Sandy by anything that wasn’t their names. It wasn’t always the same nickname, of course. Some days Sandy was just “Blue”, some days he was “Big Blue”, others he was “Tea Man”. Pigsy had a set of nicknames ranging from “Hot Top” to “Chef Man” and everything in between.

Tang’s nicknames tended to lean toward the typical: “Smart Guy” and “Bifocals” (he didn’t even wear bifocals, which made that nickname all the odder). But he had a feeling that his nickname list would very soon include at least a few rabbit puns.

There were, of course, the moments in which Sun Wukong referred to them by their names. Like back in his apartment. Those were the moments Tang had learned he was being completely serious. He was always serious to an extent, of course, but those moments meant something to the king. He was very certain of it after knowing him far better now then he had before.

“Are we sure that she isn’t the resident disciple slash embodiment slash whatever the heck Tang is to Tang Sanzang?” Pigsy asked as he finally emerged from the farthest side of the kitchen. “I mean, I know I pointed out the resemblance and how our group fits and all, but Tang is always ready to kick some ass—”

“Language,” Sun Wukong interrupted.

“—while Bai He here is always wanting to take the pacifist route,” Pigsy continued unperturbed by said interruption. It was funny. Back during their own journey Pigsy was more likely to snap back at the Monkey king to be quiet and not interrupt him when he let a few of his more colorful vocabulary words fly. But after getting used to him? He took it all in stride now. “Honestly, I think she’s a good influence on all of ya.”

“You threw a spoon at a customer an hour ago, Mr. Pigsy,” Bai He said without missing a beat.

“And he fully deserved it for insulting the length of my noodles.”

The laughter that spread through the shop was infectious in a way, almost making it impossible for Tang to not feel lighter being surrounded by everyone.

“So!” Sun Wukong said suddenly, turning to the bunny in the room. “MK and I are heading off to her old castle, that’s where the landlord said the brothers and her were heading. We’ll call you when we get there and if we need any form of back up. We have enough food to last us the trip and I should be able to hair-magic us up some shelter if we need it. But we might just stay in Lantern City.”

“Why not take Mr. Tang with you?” Bai He asked in confusion.

There was a flash of something across Sun Wukong’s face. Like he wasn’t telling them everything. He wasn’t, of course, and neither was Tang.

“Honestly?” He said after a moment and with a sigh. “It’s because my cloud can only hold two people unless I carry them. And I really don’t want to carry Tang for the entire ride, no offense.”

“None taken,” Tang said with a nod. He could not imagine having to hold another person for what might amount to an entire day.

“Quick question before we head out,” MK said as he gathered up all of their supplies and slipped them into a backpack. “So... what exactly ha—”

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Sun Wukong said with a scowl.

“Oh come on,” MK said. “Monkey King... you cannot have done anything that embarrassing.”

“I thought my staff was TWIGS.”

“You what?” Bai He asked with a tilt of her head in confusion as Pigsy started to laugh from behind the counter.

“I have said too much, TIME TO GO BUD!” Sun Wukong shouted, picking up MK bodily and rushing out the door with him under his arm.

“WAIT, I STILL NEED THINGS FROM MY APARTMENT!”

The sight was truly one to behold, so much so Tang almost forgot that he had intended to do something when he had arrived.

“Wait,” Tang said as he jumped off his usual seat. He rushed out the door, watching as Sun Wukong put his apprentice down (who immediately rushed off) before gesturing for the Monkey King’s hand. When it was offered he reached into his pocket, placing his closed fist in the hand for a second before placing the object down with a tentative smile. “Can you give that to SD? I’m glad she seems to have made friends, even if they’re troublemakers. I was kinda... thinking about going to visit her to check on her. Before all this. Tell her I say hi?”

Sun Wukong looked down at the object, a small smile on his face.

“Course I will. She’ll love it.”

He hoped so.

It took long enough to find a friendship pendant with an amethyst in it. Longer still to keep it safe in his pocket for as long as he had. He had kept intending to ask the sage to take him to see her once they found out where she was or to take it with him on his travels back to Lantern City if he saw her there. It just happened that things have a weird way of working out.

“There’s... one more thing I wanted to bring up,” Tang started off quietly as he watched MK make his way up to his apartment to grab that final something to take with them. “Something... happened last night. Or this morning? I’m not sure which.”

Sun Wukong’s face immediately took up a serious expression, looking at Tang as if he was afraid of what he might say.

“What?”

“I don’t really move much in my sleep, usually.” Tang explained quietly. “But this morning I woke up all... curled up. Completely covered in my blankets. I even pulled up the fitted sheet from my bed! I’ve never... that’s never happened before.”

“Burrowing instincts...” Sun Wukong muttered to himself. “That sounds like a rabbit’s burrowing instincts.”

“Is that a sign that... That I—"

“Not necessarily,” Sun Wukong said quickly before Tang could finish his thought. “Animal-like demons may not be one to one copies of their animal counterparts, but they do tend to have at least a good portion of their counterpart’s instincts. Rabbit demons to burrow, just like regular ones do. This just means you are a little further along in this transformation than I thought, but it does not mean that you are going to... that. Not for certain.”

“OK,” Tang said with an admittedly disappointed sigh. What was he hoping for, in the end? For a confirmation? He knew that was unlikely to happen, they hardly had any idea of what they were dealing with, but knowing he might have just brought up nothing at all...

“It’s good you told me,” Sun Wukong said as he placed a hand on Tang’s shoulder. “We know a little more now. That’s good.”

“Good,” Tang said with a nod and a smile. “That’s good.”

Before the two could say anything else they were interrupted by MK making his way back down his apartment steps yelling “Game time, let’s go, go, go!”. The Monkey King summoned his cloud with a laugh.

“We’ll be back as soon as we can, Mr. Tang!” MK shouted as they both jumped on the cloud, taking off with shouted farewells.

All he could do was watch them fly off until they were nothing more than dots on the horizon.

~

“How long do you think they’ll be gone for?” Bai He asked as she wiped down the counters a couple hours later.

“It took us a few weeks to reach her castle before, but on that cloud of his they should get there in a day or two,” Pigsy said with a shrug and a laugh. “Maybe faster if MK drives that thing like he does his tuk-tuk. Very well, but very speedy.”

“Then Mr. Tang will have answers in no time!”

“Let’s hope so,” Pigsy said as he started to make up a new batch of broth. “The faster we have answers the faster we can work out a game plan, whatever that plan is.”

“Right,” Tang said with a nod. He held a hot cup of tea, something Pigsy gave him shortly after he came back inside. “Whatever the plan is.”

“How many more changes do you have, Mr. Tang?” Bai He asked softly. Far more softly than even her usual soft tone.

“I’m not sure,” he answered honestly as he looked down into his cup. “Maybe... only a couple? I already look pretty rabbity, don’t you think? Though, to be honest, I think I make for a rather handsome rabbit.”

He punctuated that final note with a playful pose, Bai He’s laugh in return more than worth it.

They fell into a comfortable silence... or would have.

If his own phone had not started ringing at full volume and startled everyone in the room.

It took Tang a moment to fish it out of his pocket, smiling awkwardly at his companions as he answered the phone after a moment of surprise.

“MK!? Why are you calling? Is everything okay!?” Tang asked, barely having to put the phone up to his ear to hear the other.

“Everything is great!” MK shouted loud enough for even Pigsy to hear and nod once he realized nothing was amiss. “Monkey King just wanted to make sure my phone could work up here in case we needed to call you while flying! It works better than expected, I can hear you great!”

“Oh wow, that new phone Mei got you for your birthday really is top of the line,” Bai He said in amazement.

“I miss the old faithful,” MK said sadly. “Unfortunately, even that could not survive being thrown into a sewer. Hold on, Monkey King wants to talk for something actually!”

There was the sound of the phone being passed between hands before a different voice was heard over the line.

“So, how are you feeling?” Sun Wukong asked. “Any more changes?”

“None yet,” Tang answered honestly.

“Good,” he replied. “Keep us posted. And it might be a good idea to talk to You-Know-Who a little bit?”

Tang knew what he was hinting at.

He wanted Tang to just confess, if possible.

“I... You know that’s hard,” Tang muttered softly.

"I  know,” Sun Wukong said with a sigh of his own. “Just be careful. He cares about you, you know? It’s kind of obvious.”

“I care about him too,” Tang said before realizing what had escaped him. But it was too late and trying to hide it was just pointless, and possibly dangerous, at this point. “I’ll talk to Pigsy. I promise.”

There was an awkward silence in the air, only broken when a soft gasp sounded from beside him.

“You really like Mr. Pigsy, don’t you?” Bai He whispered after a moment. “Not as just a friend either.”

“...I do like him,” Tang admitted as quietly as he held his warm cup in his hands just a bit tighter. The heat just barely seeped through his fur, gently warming his hands in a new way. A nice way. “I just don’t know if he likes me.”

“What if he did like you?”

“I’d be surprised he put up with my bullshit.”

“LANGUAGE!” Sun Wukong yelled over the phone.

For a few moments everything felt... normal...

Tang could get through this.

He was certain.

[mauveperiwinkle]

SKATES OF FATE

Pairing: Sunghoon X GN Reader

Genre: Fluff and a bit sad

Note & Disclaimer: This does not represent the artist in any way. This is a work of fiction, purely from my imagination. If there are typos of some sort, I apologise. Hope you guys enjoy it.

••• ••• ••• •••

"Why are you just learning how to skate? You're quite old to be a beginner."

You can't even count the number of times you were asked these types of questions. You were only nineteen but it seems like everyone thinks that learning something new is impractical for people like you.

The cold breeze of the ice skating rink became very familiar to you. This was the third rink you've been on this year and the third teacher. You always transfer to another when they start to ask questions about why you're learning skates at that age.

The teacher looked at you, judging. His furrowed eyebrows and slight snarl say it all. I might have to transfer again, you thought. He took a deep breath and said, "This won't do... I'll assign you to another teacher."

"Another teacher? So, should I transfer to another academy again?" You asked, disappointment creeping in your voice.

"Who said about switching academies? I'll just have someone else teach you. It would be embarrassing if you learn with the children." He said, rolling his eyes.

"Go grab your skates and I'll get your teacher." He strutted his way to the opposite side while shaking his head.

You did what you were told and went in the direction where the benches were. You found where you settled your skates earlier and were surprised to see someone else wearing them.

"Excuse me, but why are you wearing my skates?" You asked in disbelief. The person lifts his head to face you. You were met with a pale, cold, and sharp-featured face. His jet black hair and thick, black eyebrows complimented his pale skin. His slender figure was crouched down from fixing his skate laces, making you look down on him. But once he fixed his posture, revealing his full height, you found yourself tilting your head upwards.

"Ahh... I think you're mistaken. These are mine and I think those are yours." He said, pointing at the bench next to him where you found your skates. Your eyes grew big in shock and embarrassment. At that moment, you just wanted to be eaten by the ground.

"I'm so sorry. It's just that, it looks exactly like my skates. Even the blades are identical." You said while bowing your head in apology.

"It's fine! Even I mistook yours as mine. It looks exactly the same, it's just that yours is smaller." He pointed out. You nodded in agreement while making your way to put on your skates.

As if on cue, the teacher from earlier showed up. "Great! So you two have met-- Oh! And you both have identical skates, how sweet. I hope you learn a lot from him." He said, entering the ice.

"You must be my student." He beamed. You looked at him slightly puzzled. "Hey don't judge me like that! I might look young but I've won multiple gold medals for figure skating." He boasted, crossing his arms.

"What I didn't say anything!" You said defensively, earning a chuckle from your supposed teacher.

"I'm Sunghoon, by the way. You are?" He offered his right hand.

"Y/N." You replied, shaking his hand.

He ushered you to enter the rink, in which he followed suit. You both positioned yourselves in the middle of the rink.

"Now, how much do you know?" He started.

"Well, I do know the basics." You replied bashfully.

He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, "Can you do a jump for me?"

You complied and begin to prepare yourself to jump, but because your foot was weak, it couldn't handle the land and you were outbalanced. You closed your eyes expecting to fall helplessly and pathetically but were caught by a pair of strong arms.

"Whoa, careful there." He said while pulling me up. He looked at me intently, as if wanting to say something but chose not to.

"I know what you want to ask. Why I'm learning at this age blah blah." You said, sighing in defeat.

He looked at you and smiled apologetically. "I don't mean to pry. But I notice that you got something going on with your foot." He confessed as he guided you back to the benches. You looked at him and instead of finding a judging look, like everyone else, you found concern sketched all over his face.

You took a deep breath and started, "When I was thirteen, my family and I took a plane to Germany for my sister's figure skating competition. But that plane... crashed..." You started, trying to choke down the emotions.

"I was in a coma for three years... And when I woke up, my dad had a limp, my mom lost her arm, and my sister was gone." The tears you've been fighting to hold back rolled down your cheek.

"I was in physical therapy for two years because I couldn't walk. And I'm learning how to skate because I miss her. I miss my sister and skating has been a big part of her life. I don't need to skate like a pro or win competitions. I just want to know why my sister loves this so much." You said, finally opening up. It has been a long five years for you with no one you can feel vulnerable too. You had to be constantly strong for your parents and you had to be strong for yourself.

Being with Sunghoon, someone who is close to a stranger, someone who is within your age group, and someone who seems to be facing his struggles too, made you blurt out the things you've been keeping to yourself. Saying all those things made you somehow relieved like you've been carrying a truckload and are finally putting it down.

Sunghoon stared at you, his expression unreadable. You tried to decipher his expression but couldn't find the right words to describe it. It wasn't pity or concern, nor was it sad.

"Can I-- can I hug you?" He suddenly said, sitting closer to you. And just like that-- you found yourself leaning into him, accepting his embrace.

[souljoon]

Like a fool (pt.1)

pairing: teacher!jungkook x cafe owner!reader word count: 2k genre: fluff, smut, ex lovers au warnings: sexual content, slight dom!jungkook, sub!reader, unprotected sex (stay safe loves!)

synopsis: Everyone in the neighborhood knows you and Jungkook will inevitably end up in a wedlock despite the complicated status of your on-and-off relationship. While you want to keep a civil relationship with him, Jungkook learned not to care about labels long ago since the first time you two broke up. Whatever you’d say, he intends to keep his place in your heart taken for the rest of your life.

~~~

“Your beau is here,” Jimin prompted behind you.

Without turning in his direction, your attention to the carrot cake remaining glued to the carrot cake you were currently frosting about.

At this point, you wouldn’t even be surprised to see Jungkook on the opposite side of your bed in the morning. He seems to find it amusing to see you evidently pissed whenever he’s around. How couldn’t you? He not only takes over Jimin’s job but he often causes a scene with the customers in the cafe—which, to fuel more of your unspoken frustration, are students from the nearby community college.

You couldn’t admit how the attention he was getting from people of different gender identities still bothers you despite the mutual decision to call the engagement off. You understand your ex-fiance is a very attractive man. And his charisma could probably stir attraction from married women regardless of their age.

Over the course of six years of a complicated relationship with him, you two had already been in two break ups in college, citing his laid back self in college and your endless insecurities that urged you to try to get away from him, from the spell he had on you.

While you decided to pursue your dream to start your own cafe business post-graduation, Jungkook surprisingly landed on a teaching job in Jung-do High School which is also located in the same neighborhood two years ago. 

Footsteps are, again, back in the kitchen. “He just wore an apron. So I’m guessing he’s here until the shop closes.” It was Jimin, informing you yet again as if it was part of his job to report Jungkook’s every move to you.

This time, you sweep a brief glance behind. “Don’t let the counter vacant, Chim.” You say, cleaning up the cake board as a finishing touch to your masterpiece.

“He took over the counter, _____. How am I supposed to make him go away when he’s our own human advertisement. He’s attracting more customers!”

With a glare darted to his direction, you suggest, “Then I guess I should replace you with him, instead?”

Jimin visibly sulked, not really wanting to argue with you—his boss. “Fine!”

Six months. That’s how long you’ve been single since. Sure he had you wrapped around his fingers back then. But you wanted to prove to him and to yourself that you can live without him. However, it’s too impossible to keep up with it when he freely deems himself welcome wherever you are, maintaining his act of indifference toward the real score between you.

Intending to place the cake in the display, you finally went out of the kitchen-- ironically, just in time to run into him. Jungkook being the shameless ex-boyfriend that he is, took the cake in your hands.

He was wearing a gym class outfit— a pair of black adidas sweatpants, and a plain, white shirt over a black hoodie. If only you were not trying to stay as far as possible away from him, you’ll probably tease him about his own dress code. He doesn’t look like he just got out of his class as the teacher. He looked like he just went out of bed before he came here.

“Aren’t you supposed to be home?” You ask from behind him.

“I’m bored,” he simply replied.

“What do you mean you’re bored? Haven’t you just got off work?”

He spun around, startling you when you came face to face with him. If you couldn’t properly see his entire face before, you do now much to your annoyance.

He sighs. “I did. Look, I’m just helping Jimin-hyung out here. I won’t bother you, I swear.”

“You don’t have to because you’re not my employee, Kook.”

“Well, I could use some part time if you’re hiring.” Jungkook shrugs.

Here we go, again.

Your eyes narrowed to which roused him to raise his hands up defensively.

“Jagiya—”

“Lovebirds,” Jimin suddenly interrupts.

“What?!” You both snapped back at Jimin’s direction.

“Whoa, tone it down— you two. Restroom is right there in case you need to release the sexual tension. It’s getting intense out here.” He jests, making a shooing motions with his hands.

Jungkook wasted no more time and took it as his cue to grab your wrist, dragging you with him as he navigated the way past the kitchen into the storage room.

A temporary relief washes through you when Jungkook brought you in this enclosed, rather safe space instead of the restroom. However, dread slowly consumes your whole being when you hear the familiar sound of the knob locking.

Jungkook pivoted back, facing you. “Let’s talk here.”

Your eyes lingered down where his hand maintained his grasp around your wrist. “Why? There’s nothing else to talk about.”

“For the umpteenth time, I saw the landlord across the street like he was waiting for someone,”

You look up, quirking up an eyebrow at his sudden shot of a subject relating to Seokjin. “What’s your point?”

“I don’t trust him.” He deduces, childishly.

“What do you want me to do, find another leasing property? This shouldn’t concern you in the first place. You never once heard anything from me about Joohyun.” You mentally cursed, unable to stop yourself from mentioning the name of the woman he was seen in a restaurant a week ago.

“What’s Joohyun got anything to do with this?”

You scoff. “You know what, I don’t need to answer that. We’re not together anymore so it’s none of my business.”

Jungkook seized your attempt to leave, latching onto your arm just in time. As he pulls you back, you were met with the subtle amusement plastered obnoxiously on his face.

“We’re not done here, baby. So... Joohyun, really? My colleague?” A laugh slips out of him, seemingly pleased. You, on the other hand, felt insulted on his take of your serious remark. Your blood started rising up. So the rumors aren’t true?

You jerked away. Well... tried to, because your hand stayed locked around his firm grip. “Let me go, I need to go back to the kitchen.”

You stepped back when he abruptly inched forward. You were puzzled for a second, but when your back touched the surface of the door, you knew you fell from his trap as he steadied himself with his palms pressed flat above your head. You turned your face away, avoiding his heated gaze. But the gesture only gave Jungkook a room to nestle his head on the exposed skin of your neck.

The moment you felt his warm lips touch your skin, you squeezed your eyes shut. “You’ve been pretty good at keeping a safe distance from me, baby. You have no idea how much  I fucking miss you, missed keeping you all to myself like this.” He expresses in a thick, sultry tone.

You shake your head, knowing full well what he meant. “We c-cant, Jimin is--”

“--not here.” He finishes, pressing his lower body against yours and teasing your sweet spot with a gentle suck. The bulge on his mid-region was enough to make your panties wet instantaneously and your body heats up too quickly.

“Jungkook,” his name slips out of your mouth.

“Please tell me you’re still in birth control.” He desperately murmurs against your skin on the curve of your neck.

You frantically bobbed your head, lost at the hot trail of kisses he’s leaving on your skin.

With an eager pull of the strings on his nape and back, he rids the apron off of his front followed by a swift pull of his sweatpants with his boxers, just enough to release his hard member.

Your mouth instantaneously watered at the sight of the maddeningly pink head and aroused length, thick and hard just the way you remembered it the last time Jungkook fucked you. It happened in his car three months ago. You were too intoxicated then to control yourself from jumping up into his lap as he drove you back to your apartment. To keep your pride intact, you tried to steer clear from repeating the same mistake again. Not when you’re not officially back together.

Right now, you’re too sexually neglected to care about anything.

“I want you in my mouth,” you beg, not believing you sounded incredibly hasty than you actually have estimated.

He swats your hand off when he sensed your hand extending towards his crotch, “I’d love to fuck your mouth baby, but we don’t have that much time. I need to be inside your pussy,” You felt his palms scooping you up through your butt, sandwiching you between his body and the door. Your legs automatically weaving around his hips to steady yourself.

Then pushes your underwear aside, “This is probably the only reason why I love you wearing skirts. Easy access—fuck baby, so tight.” He barely sank his cock in, yet you could already feel the sting of your walls as they stretch around him.

Your hand flew to the back of head, eager to bury your fingers beneath his curly locks.

Just as you part your mouth to speak to encourage more his entrance, he suddenly propels his hips forward, pushing his dick to the hilt which roused a cry from you.

“Fucking tight! I’m gonna break you so much you won’t ever forget about me. You understand, darling?”

“Yes, yes, please fuck me!” You cried out, reeling from both the sting of your muscles caused by his forceful entrance, and the familiar warmth filling you full.

Without bothering to warm you up, he began a breathtaking pace despite his overwhelming intrusion. You didn’t mind, though. In fact, his thrusts were making your moans irrepressible and your thighs tremble in delight.

Jungkook places his head between the valleys of your covered mounds, not missing his faint grunts, lost in his own pleasure.

“You like that, huh? You like the idea of being fucked outside, baby girl? I’ve had enough this bullshit,” He growls with a series of rough jerk of his hips, forcing a cry of his name out of you.

“That’s right, moan my name. Just wait until I get you all alone tonight, I’ll make sure you won’t ever think of breaking up with me. Do you hear me?” He warns darkly, emphasizing the severity of his threat with a shove of his dick so deep his tip was heavenly kissing your precious spot from your insides.

“Oh god,” you lamented, deliriously.

You could already feel the building up in your abdomen just as fast as he started rocking into you. You’ve known him long enough for you to easily sense it was the same for him too, concealing his moans with his mouth latched onto your prickly skin.

“That’s right. Come for me!” he grunted in between powerful thrusts.

His command did the trick, sending your body forward as you exploded, your walls tighten around him with each snap of his hips against your pelvis. Soon enough, he jerked off his load inside you with a growl rumbling on his chest.

Grimace creases on your expression as he cautiously pulls his cock out, following his load combined with your juices gushing out of your pussy down to the insides of your thighs.

Barely recovered from the earth shattering orgasm you had for the first time in three months, you heard a series of banging coming from the other side of the door.

“You done, lovebirds?” Your eyes clenched shut in realization, quietly plotting the assassination of some guy named Jimin.

“Thanks for ruining the moment,” Jungkook retorts back. “Not a problem. You guys seriously need to get the fuck out, I ran out of beans in the jar and try not fuck each other here next time, yeah?”

Amused with the scene unfolding, Jungkook casually pushes your underwear back to its place, smoothening your skirt down as if nothing inappropriate had occurred here. He kisses the tip of your nose, before turning the knob of the door.

Couldn’t this get any more embarrassing?

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Thank you for reading and apologies for any spelling/ grammatical errors. I havent edited this yet.  Part 2 will most likely be posted on Monday or Tuesday :)

[rhenuvee]

Snowflakes (George Weasley x reader)

House: Doesn’t matter, but I envisioned reader to be in Ravenclaw

Warnings: Cheesy/corny/cringey pick up lines ;-;

Taglist: Empty like my head during a math test (message me if you’d like to be added)

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"Professor, do I have to?” asked George. Everyone knew the Weasley twins were famous for their pranks. However, too many pranks and not enough schoolwork or attention in potions landed him in need of a tutor.

“Yes Mr. Weasley, you know how important O.W.L.s are.” said McGonagall. George groaned. He was currently lacking in potions, and Snape had requested for him to catch up instead of planting dung bombs in the class.

“You will meet with your tutor starting tomorrow in the library after dinner.” she announced, then waving to dismiss him. George exited, sighing with a hand rubbing his temple. He really didn’t like the idea of giving up time he could’ve been making products with his twin, or pulling something on the first years.

George hurried to the library, not wanting to keep his tutor waiting- or worse, having more time taken away. As he approached the entrance, he slowed down for a second, realizing something. He didn’t even know what you looked like. Or was he just not paying attention, he thought.

He didn’t have to worry. The moment he stepped in, he caught a girl waving to him, beckoning for him to come over. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he wouldn’t have to look like an idiot looking for this person. However, he felt a little more nervous knowing who you were.

You are George shared a few classes, though you weren’t in the same house. You happened to be a prefect, so George felt a little scared thinking you’d be pompous like his brother Percy, or at least someone who was going to be too obsessed with school.

“Hi, I’m (y/n).” you said stretching out your hand as he took a seat across from you.

“George Weasley.” he said taking your small hand and lightly shaking it.

“So, potions?” you asked starting to flip through the textbook. “Don’t worry, I still struggle with it too, though most of the class is just Snape being grumpy.” George chuckled at your choice of a cutesy word as ‘grumpy’ to describe Snape.

“Yeah, could’ve fooled me if he was born like that.” said George which earned a giggle from you. At that point, George noticed that you were in fact not a pompous prefect, and that you knew how to have fun and a good laugh.

Throughout teaching George, it was weird to say it but you both seemed to enjoy it. You both cracked jokes here and there, and talked while whichever one of you was writing things down. You even earned a few shushes from Madam Pince.

“Well, I think that’s it for today.” you said closing the textbook and smiling up at George. “I’ll see you next week George.” With that, you stood up from your seat and started packing up your stuff.

“Yeah, see you.” replied George, giving you a small wave as you walked out of the library. George couldn’t help but think that maybe tutoring wasn’t going to be as tedious or as boring as he thought.

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As you were walking down the corridors doing your prefect duties, you heard voices coming from beyond the corner you were about to turn to. You paused, then tilted your head to the right to see who was up past curfew.

“Do you think we lost him?”

“I swear I can still hear him, I-”

It turned out to be the Weasley twins, as you almost bumped straight into them after turning the corner. They looked surprised to see you, since both their eyes were wide and mouths slightly parted. You were just as surprised, but a little more awkward seeing George because you tutored him.

“(Y/n)...” muttered George still panting from running.

“You know her?” asked Fred.

“Yeah, um she’s my tutor.” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh she’s the tutor.” said Fred smirking as if he knew something you didn’t.

“What are you two doing up and running about?” you asked with your arms crossed.

“We’re running from Filch.” explained George.

“He got caught with our dung bombs.” said Fred.

“Oh he got caught, huh?” you said with airquotes pretending to play along. Fred and George both snickered while nodding seeing that you got what they were implying.

“Where are you?! I know you’re here!” shouted a voice which made out to be Filch’s from not too far away. The twins frantically looked back and forth, not knowing if they were able to get away.

“Wait there.” you said pushing them behind the corner. And just on cue, Filch arrived with Mrs. Norris trailing behind.

“Mr. Filch, it’s getting late, what are you doing?” you said putting on your most professional prefect tone. He ignored you, too focused on finding the culprits.

“I know it was you two!” he yelled, his fists shaking.

“Mr. Filch, I swear I didn’t see anyone come this way.” you said. He squinted his eyes in suspicion, but then grumbled and trudged back the way he walked from. You gestured for the twins to come back out.

“Oh jeez, that was close.” said George finally able to calm himself.

“Yeah, thanks (y/n) for driving Filch away.” said Fred.

“No problem, just don’t get in too much trouble, alright?” The twins both nodded. You were about to walk away when you were stopped by someone tugging your robes.

“You’re not gonna report us?” asked George. You bit your lip. His question reminded you that you were a prefect, and that you would’ve reported them for running through the halls past curfew. Instead you just shrugged and shook your head. Fred grinned and nudged his brother’s shoulder, while George still stood with his mouth agape.

“Well, we must thank you dearly (y/n).” said Fred mock bowing and then turning to leave. You nodded and started walking the other way. “George, let’s go!” George turned to his twin, waving him away to signal that he’ll catch up later.

“Wait, (y/n).” You stopped in your tracks again to see George jogging to you. “Let me make it up to you.” Your head tilted in confusion. What did he mean by that?

“Hogsmeade, you and me, tomorrow.” His blunt and brief statement took you a while to process. You shyly looked away, seeing how sweet he was being offering something.

“George, you don’t have to owe me anything, really.” you said looking back up at him.

“Please (y/n), it’s Saturday tomorrow. You’ve been a great tutor and all, and... you saved my arse.” he said chuckling. You laughed a little as well, blushing at your acknowledgement. You’d be lying if you didn’t think George was a gentleman. But, you really didn’t think you had to be owed anything, let alone taken to Hogsmeade.

“George I-”

“Pretty please?” Your eyes flickered, words caught in your throat as he practically did puppy eyes.

“Just say yes! I’m bloody tired!” called Fred from down the corridor. You and George both turned to Fred who was apparently waiting, looking like he was going to fall asleep anytime. You looked back at George and sighed.

“Alright, I’ll go to Hogsmeade with you.” you said giving in, not able to supress the smile growing on your face.

“Brilliant. I’ll see you then, love.” he said grinning. You really liked it when he smiled, it brought out his dimples which you thought were cute. You waved as he took off with Fred back to their common room. You were sure you wouldn’t be able to sleep that night due to the excitement.

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The next morning, you woke up to see that it was snowing a little outside. You decided it would be a good idea to wear your green sweater with jeans, and a jacket and scarf. Your dormmates were a little weirded out of how giddy you seemed to be so early in the morning.

You basically skipped down the halls because of how happy you were. But you suddenly slowed down to stop and think- why were you so happy?

It was being taken out to Hogsmeade wasn’t it? No, you knew it wasn’t that. It was George who made you feel all warm and smiley. You didn’t fully realize it until now.

The giggling in the library trying to keep quiet so Pince wouldn’t get mad, the greetings when you passed by in the great hall or the corridors, the way he called you “love”- you secretly liked all of it.

You saw him standing in the distance, wearing his own winter clothes. You watched as he waved to you, just like you did to him the first time in the library. You don’t know what came over you when you ran and embraced him, almost pushing him back.

“Hey (y/n)- whoa what’s this for?” He asked, shocked at the sudden affection. You pulled away, still grinning like an idiot.

“Just excited for Hogsmeade.” You said.

“Oh, right.” He said sheepishly. “Shall we go then?” You nodded in response and both started walking to Hogsmeade.

George didn’t really have a plan on which places exactly to go to. He thought on letting you decide. He was a little nervous though...

“You know, you really didn’t have to ask me to go to Hogsmeade, George.” you said for the third time.

“Well I still felt like it. Seemed like the right way to treat you.” He said. You blushed at hearing him being so sweet.

“Well if it’s in terms of treating me, I’d say you’re taking me on a date.” You teased. You swore you saw a little rosiness on his cheeks, but it could’ve been the cold.

“Is it a date?” He asked playfully, bumping your arm as you walked.

“Hm, I’m not sure. You’ll have to entertain me, Weasley.”

“Entertain? Like a pick up line?” You nodded. He sighed while shaking his head, knowing how this was going to go.

“Okay, I only know one... and I know it from Fred.”

“Let’s hear it then.” He coughed, clearing his throat comically.

“I must be a snowflake, because I’ve fallen for you.”

A moment of silence passed as you and George tried to hold in your laughter. However, you both failed once you caught a glimpse of the other smiling. You both wheezed at the terrible pick up line.

“Oh Merlin... that was absolute rubbish.” said George wiping the tears from his eyes.

“No kidding. I hope whoever your brother flirted with didn’t fall for that.” you added.

“I don’t see anyone around his arm, so I guess not.” George replied. You both had a second of just staring at each other, until turning back awkwardly.

“S-so, is there anywhere you want to go in particular?” asked George.

“Hm, not really. I thought you’d want to go to Zonko’s though.” you said. You knew how Zonko’s was easily George’s favourite shop, since he mentioned it a few times when he told you stories about pulling pranks with his twin.

“Eh, Fred and I already have enough products. Besides, I’m treating you, remember?” You hummed in response, agreeing. You looked around to see what was around.

“We could go to The Three Broomsticks, I could use a warm butterbeer and a little snack to eat.” you said looking up at George.

“Alright, sounds like a good idea.” You and George chose a corner booth and took your jackets off, ordering two butterbeers and some chips. You talked a little until your orders arrived.

“Who was the girl Fred was trying to impress anyway?” you asked after taking a sip of your butterbeer.

“The girls on the quidditch team. He was trying to prove that his ‘charm’ was good enough to get any girl to date him.” He said grinning at the memory. You almost spit out your drink, but managed to swallow.

“Seriously?” you asked hearing how strange his twin was, thinking a single pick up line could win a few girls over. You picked up a chip to hold between your fingers, ready to hear the tea.

“Yeah, cocky git thought he was smooth.” He said jokingly. You were too busy listening to George to notice his fingers moving to take the chip out of your fingers.

“Hey! That was mine!” you scolded as you watched him cheekily eat your food. “George, you have a massive amount of chips right here!” You exaggeratedly gestured to the bowl still full.

“I know... but you’re kinda cute when you get like that, cheeks all rosy.” He said, almost a whisper while bringing a hand up to brush your cheek. You flushed even more red if that was possible. You were left speechless- how do you reply when George Weasley calls you cute?!

George pulled back a little, as if he was hesitant about something.

“I-I like you, (y/n).” He stammered, unsure of your reaction. Your heart stopped as you heard the words you’ve been dreaming of.

“You like me..?” you asked quietly.

“Yes! Bloody hell, who else am I talking to, the chair?” said George trying to make a joke, despite feeling a little embarrassed.

“Could be.” You said jokingly, then turning to the spare chair on the other side of the table. “Hi chair, have you met George? He’s a snowflake, and he’s fallen for you.” You and George burst into laughter once he heard your sarcastic but humorous statement. Once you calmed down, you looked deeply into his dark brown eyes, putting your hands on his shoulders the best you could while sitting in a booth.

“I like you too George.” you confessed. He smiled the bright smile you loved seeing so much. Before you knew it, the two of you were leaning towards each other and connecting your lips together.

His lips were warm, just as you would’ve guessed, and tasted of butterbeer.  When you felt his mouth curve upwards, you started giggling as well. You almost couldn’t get enough of the feeling- the feeling of his soft lips nipping yours. You pulled away, your noses still slightly bumping each other, and little giggles coming from your lips.

“You like me, or have you fallen for me?” said George quietly, earning a shove to his side from you. 

“Both.” you said sweetly kissing his nose. He blushed a little, not knowing you’d give him a peck. “Both if you don’t steal my food.” He chuckled. 

“And if I steal?” he asked slyly, about to reach for your butterbeer. 

“Then you’d be a thief.” you said.

“-because you stole my heart.”

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[peach-the-owl]

A platonic one with Vox Machina and the Might Nein where the reader is a dancer/bard/entertainer and the group is a little tight in money or whatever reason so they go off and perform to help out in some way. The groups didn't know so they kind of state at them with jaws dropped

May have gotten slightly carried away, especially on that second scenario, but I had fun with it (might even continue a small story off it, who knows). This should be interesting, I hope this turns out well…… Enjoy 😁

Payed Preformance

Mighty Nein, Vox Machina & Reader (Platonic)

Mighty Nein

Just starting up in the adventuring business has proven to be very tricky, especially when it comes to making and managing money.

"No matter how we try it, there’s just no way we can afford enough rooms for everyone." Beau scratches the back of her head as she recounts your small amount of coin the group had for like the fifteenth time.

"We could always steal some." Nott points out.

"I don’t reckon that to be a good idea, we're tryin' to be in these people’s good graces remember." Fjord counters, rubbing at his temples.

"Just a friendly suggestion." Nott shrugs, clearly still plotting to actually do it. Everyone starts discussing what to do next, you let out a small sigh.

"I have an idea, that doesn’t involve stealing." You speak up, gaining the group’s attention. They stare at you in silence, waiting for you to continue and explain. You look away a second and take a breath. "Look just… just trust me on this."

"Hey, if it’ll help, I say go for it." Beau encourages. You give a nod, stand from your chair and leave the tavern with the group following behind curiously. As you look for a nice open spot you also dig around in your bag until you grasp the item you’re searching for, pulling out a small lute.

"I didn’t know you played!" You hear Jester pipe in, you turn to her and give her a smile and a small laugh.

"I don’t, I’m not the one who’ll be playing it." You get some confused looks, you just roll your eyes playfully and cast Unseen Servant, whispering your command to it whilst handing over the lute. Music begins to play and you start performing some fine acrobatics and contortionist abilities, quickly gaining a crowd as you did. Soon enough people start tossing their spare change, as they do you up the ante of the music and your performance baiting people to want to toss more coin your way just to see what you would do next. The whole time you can see at the corner of your eye the Nein staring in awe, as a grand finale you kick off a wall, do a tumble roll through the air and cast Prestidigitation to make a small fireworks display go off behind you. There’s a pause before the crowd you'd drawn in starts to clap and cheer a few "good show" being yelled here and there, you gather your spoils into your bag and walk over to the group.

"Will this do?" You ask, holding you bag open for them to inspect. Caleb stares into the bag giving a quick head count.

"I believe this’ll do just fine." He comments. There’s a small awkward silence that soon falls onto the group.

"Alright, since no one else wants to ask the question that’s on all our minds, I’ll do it myself." Molly quickly breaks away from the silence and looks to you. "Where did you learn how to do that?" You give a sigh.

"You know, you and Yasha aren’t the only ones who lived with a circus." You say somewhat matter-of-factly.

"Oh now that’s a story I have to hear." He perks up and gets uncomfortably close to your face until you shove him away.

"How about first we actually go through how much coin we *cough* I *cough* earned, then I might tell my story." You exaggerate on the might as a means to say you weren’t going to willingly give away your life story. Before anyone has the chance to say or ask you anything else you turn and make your way back into the tavern.

Vox Machina

"Alright! What did you boneheads do!" The doors to the tavern slam open and a very angry Vex marches her way over to the table giving a hard glare towards Grog and Scanlan. You, Keyleth and Percy all share a look then sit back and take a swig from your drinks ready to watch the show unfold.

"I have no idea what you’re talking about." The gnome tried to play things off smoothly, it didn’t work.

"Really." She raises an unconvinced eyebrow at him. "Well then I’m sure you have a perfectly good explantion for where that gaudy belt you’re wearing came from." You have to hold back a laugh at Scanlan's obvious discomfort. Vax comes and places an arm around his sister's shoulder.

"Hey relax, I’m sure it can’t be that bad." She eyes him a moment.

"Right… that’s a nice new cloak you got there. Where’d that come from?" Vex asks suspiciously. Vax then slowly removes his arm from her shoulder and she lets out a sigh. "Until we can sort this out you’re all banned from taking any money." You and Keyleth both nearly choke on your drinks.

"Come on Vex, don’t throw us into this mess. We’re not the ones who did anything wrong." You try to reason. She turns to you and pinches at the bridge of her nose.

"Look, I’m not trying to be the bad guy here, but we barely have enough gold for rooms and a meal." You let the words sink in, contemplating if you should suggest the idea that popped into you head or begrudgingly go along without spending money. When you come to your conclusion you take a deep breath to spike yourself up.

"What if I told you I had a way we could make back… at least a good some of the gold we’d lost." Everyone looks at you curiously.

"Please, by all means." You nod, chug down the rest of your drink and stand up walking around the table.

"Scanlan I’m borrowing you for a moment." You say grabbing the gnome by the collar of his shirt without letting him answer. You head out to find an open space on the road and place him down once you do.

"What was that for?" Scanlan asks, brushing himself off.

"I have a special request, if you don’t mind." He raises an interested eyebrow at you. You whisper to him your request and give an expectant look. "Think you could do that for me?"

"You got it!" He shoots you some finger guns then pulls out his instrument to help fulfil your request. You wave your hand letting the magic shimmer over you, changing your outfit to something more fitting and wait for your cue. Already a curious crowd starts to form around you, and when the music hits your ears you begin to move your body perfectly in time with the notes. As the song plays you match your movements with each note as if your body was a physical interpretation of the song itself. People start to toss gold and silver coin your way, some cheers and whistles being heard amongst the crowd, all the while you do what you can to repress any memories that try to resurface themselves, you were not gonna let the past ruin this for you. When the song is finally done you give a bow to the crowd breathing heavily to catch your breath, they all clap, cheer and some toss even a few extra coin your way. Once you’ve finally regained a normal breathing pattern and the crowd had dispersed you look back to the group, seeing them all jaw dropped.

"You’ve got quite the talent there." Scanlan says astonished. You give a light laugh, waving your hand as you do to change your outfit back to the way it was before.

"Where in blazes did that come from?" Grog asks, confused by your secret talent.

"That was incredible." Percy compliments.

"Where did you learn to dance like that?" Vax questions.

"You have to teach me how to dance sometime!" Keyleth quickly jumps in excitedly.

"Whoa, whoa slow down everyone, please." You hold your arms up defensively. "Look, it’s no big deal. Does that help make up some lost change?" You quickly change the subject, directing your attention over to Vex as she finishes collecting the last of the coin people left behind.

"I certainly does. I too am curious though as to where you learned to dance like that?" Vex reiterates her brothers question.

"Eh, it was a long time ago really. I don’t really dwell too much on it though." You wave them off.

"Well now I'd like to know too." Percy raises an eyebrow your way. You let out a sigh.

"Right, and I’m famished after all that. Can’t we just head back into the tavern and enjoy ourselves?" You ask, avoiding the question. Realizing they wouldn’t be getting a straight answer from you they all nod.

"You know what you need to really hammer home a job well done?" Grog gives you a big goofy smile, you knew where this was going but look at him curiously nonetheless. "A nice big mug of ale. Come on then!" He gives you a hardy laugh and a pat on the back, his immense strength making you have to catch yourself from falling to the ground.

[blush-and-books]

Canonverse, fluff, established, Banjo

i got this anon message after getting the one about the fedora and i was like dear god these anons are trying to kill me but this was still so fun to write!!

Luke never thought he would be faced with the site of his girlfriend holding a banjo in the middle of their studio -- but here he was. Julie was perched on the coffee table with the twanging instrument in her arms, carefully plucking each string. 

“Whoa, I thought we were kidding about the country album,” Luke chuckles, clearly hesitant. It’s not that she’s playing it poorly -- it actually sounds really good for someone who hasn’t picked up a banjo before -- but he isn’t kidding when he says he thought they were kidding. 

Well, he at least hoped they were kidding. His voice was made for rasps and riffs, not twangs. 

The thought makes him shudder. 

Julie laughs at his widened eyes, but refocuses on the banjo not a second later. “Reggie was just showing me some chord progressions and stuff. Soon I’ll be able to play Home Is Where My Horse Is.”

Oh. Gee. 

“Wow, uh,” Luke starts, “that’s neat. Cool that you’re supporting Reggie.”

Confused, Julie looks up at him, but keeps her fingers firmly in place on the banjo. “What do you mean?” 

She doesn’t look down to keep playing, so Luke takes it as a cue to approach her and sit on the coffee table to her left. To formally greet her, because she’s his girlfriend -- and God, does he love thinking that -- he grins into a kiss on her cheek and thumbs at the strings on the neck of the banjo, right over her hand. 

“I mean you’re indulging in Reggie’s fun little country thing. That’s really cool of you.”

But Luke knows he’s possibly made a misstep when Julie’s eyebrows furrow. 

“It’s a well-written song, actually. You should listen to it. Plus, the banjo is really fun! Turn around. I’ll show you what Reggie showed me.”

“Oh, Jules, no-”

But she’s already trapping him in an embrace of her arms and the instrument, and scooting towards him so that he is almost sitting between her legs with her chest pressed against his back. 

Okay. Maybe a banjo lesson wouldn’t suck. 

Disguising his smile with a grunt, he huffs as he allows Julie to position his fingers along the banjo. It feels nice -- different from the guitar lessons he gave her a week ago -- that she is wrapped around him, resting her hands over his gently. Luke normally loves being the one holding Julie in his arms, but he decides in that moment that her arms encompassing him is not an unwelcome feeling. He feels like he’s home. 

For the next ten minutes, Luke lets Julie indulge him into a banjo lesson where they run over the same handful of chord progressions over and over. It is about a third of Luke’s usual operating speed, but their fingers keep brushing and whenever he turns his head he sees her peeking over his shoulder. 

He finds himself purposely messing things up just so that Julie will go over it again. 

And then he’s actually messing up -- because he’s been staring at Julie and grinning to himself like an idiot in favor of paying attention. 

“Luke, put your hand- Your fingers- Luke, are you listening to me?”

Blinking, he smiles at her wide eyes. “Of course, Boss. You’re just really cute when you’re teaching me the banjo.”

Not even she can argue with that. 

But when she tries to get him to play the progression just once more, he can’t help it when he slips his hands out from under hers and tilts her chin up, bringing her mouth towards his in a soft, sweet kiss. 

“What was that for?” Julie grins when they part; eyes closed as if she is anticipating more. 

“I told you.” He gives into temptation, and presses his lips against hers, not unaware of the kicking in his chest that tells him he wants to do this forever. “You just look really cute when you teach me how to play the banjo.”

[wroammin]

chicken noodle soup

pairings: logicality

word count: 1816

warnings: none that i’m aware of

summary: based on a headcanon that logan has more trouble conjuring up items than the others because it requires imagination. patton finds logan recovering after his latest experiment and decides some soup & company couldn’t hurt.

This wasn’t the first time Patton had ever dealt with a conjured-out side.

Roman had a tendency to get a little overexcited whenever he was struck by a particularly grand idea, so it wasn’t entirely uncommon to find the fanciful side asleep on the couch, surrounded by a varying assortment of conjured-up props, costumes, or scenery, and a blanket (or the occasional purple hoodie) draped over him lazily.

And since Patton could never just leave him there, Roman would more often than not wake up to a cold bowl of soup and a Disney movie paused right at the start, ready to play. Not to mention, a certain moral side would always be taking a little nap nearby, inevitably having dozed off after waiting for Roman to wake up.

Still, Patton got the feeling that Logan wouldn’t appreciate rewatching Pinocchio as much as the princely side would, so that was out.

It was a pretty strange sight to behold, the logical side passed out on the couch. His glasses were ever-so-slightly askew on his face, and his normally neat hair was falling over his eyes. Patton knew that Logan would undoubtedly fix his frames and bangs with a single, swift motion if he was awake, but he wasn’t. Patton had the sudden urge to do it for him.

Instead, Patton just shook his head softly and looked over at the microwave that was heating up Logan’s chicken noodle soup, which the moral side had had to dig farther back in the pantry to find than he would have liked. The yellow light emitting from inside the metal box was the only thing illuminating their small kitchen space, so when it flickered off as soon as the microwave’s timer finally ended, Patton was left in complete darkness. Walking over, Patton dragged the bowl he’d pulled out of a cupboard earlier to the microwave and poured the soup into it, hastily fishing a spoon out of the silverware cabinet with his other hand.

He plopped the spoon into the soup with a small splash, turned on a light for the living room, then set about creating a makeshift table for Logan at the sofa with the sturdiest pillows he could find and stack on top of each other. Patton had just about managed a total table altitude of five pillows, when he noticed Logan quietly beginning to stir.

The logical side let out a little groan, which Patton took as his cue to go fetch the soup that had been cooling off in the kitchen for the past couple of minutes. When he got back, bowl cradled in his hands, Logan was sitting upright, his glasses and bangs already pushed back into their precise positions.

“I heated you up some chicken noodle soup.” Patton started, smiling and holding up the bowl.

“I’m not sick.” Logan replied brusquely, reaching a hand up to his temple as if he had a headache. His hand slowly trailed down to his shirt collar, then began patting the couch around him in search of his missing tie.

“Oh, yep! Almost forgot,” Patton conjured up Logan’s tie with a wave of his hand, hooking a thumb over the rim of the soup bowl to keep it steady. “I untied it for you since you looked uncomfortable.”

Logan took the tie from Patton’s outstretched hand silently and swung it around his neck. Patton just looked on with a grin.

The logical side glanced up and faltered in the middle of his tying motion. That was… a very bright smile.

Clearing his throat, he tried summoning up his manners. “I… uh, thank you, Patton.”

Logan cast his gaze downward, flipping his collar the same direction as he finished up tying his tie. Patton beamed, offering the logical side the soup bowl still held in his hands and nearly sloshing half of its contents into said side’s lap.

“It’s no problem, Logan! Soup!”

Logan quirked a brow up at the moral side, but he seemed to be questioning more if his ears were working properly and Patton did, in fact, just say the word “soup” at the end of his phrase.

“I mean, I made you some! Soup, that is. Chicken noodle.”

“Oh,” Logan said, “Thank you, I suppose?”

“Youuuu’re welcome! I know you must be tired, so I can just leave it here if you want.”

“Tired?” He frowned, “Why would I be…”

As Logan trailed off, Patton cocked his head slightly to the side like a puppy.

“Was I– Did I conjure myself out?” Logan inquired, looking aghast.

“I think so,” Patton told him, “You were already out like a light when I rose up, but you had a bunch of papers all around you! Took me a while to clean ‘em all up. Anyway, soup!”

Logan suddenly tried standing up, but as soon as his back left the couch, gravity knocked him right back down in a dizzy whirl.

“Whoa, there, Lo.” Patton finally set down the soup on the makeshift pillow-table, gently laying his hand on Logan’s shoulder to keep him from trying to get up again.

The logical side blinked and reached up a hand to the side of his own head again. Patton briefly wondered if he’d never had a headache before.

Cautiously, Patton tried to soften his voice as he spoke, “Why don’t you just try to relax and have some nice, warm-ish, chicken noodle soup?”

“Patton, is… is this the same can of chicken noodle soup that is supposed to expire tomorrow?” Logan was now eyeing the bowl warily.

“Maybe.” The moral side admitted. Logan frowned, then sighed.

“I… Oh, alright. But only because I seem to have a terrible headache at the moment and– is that a table made out of pillows?”

Patton turned to look at the pillow-table, then aimed a small, sheepish grin over at Logan.

“Mayyyyybe.”

“Actually, maybe I should go to my room–”

“No, no, wait, I can conjure up a better table, just gimme a sec!” Patton pleaded, despite knowing that Logan couldn’t stand up in order to sink down into his room even if he tried.

The moral side scooped up the bowl of soup in one hand and patted the air next to him with the other, a much sturdier table poofing into existence. Patton placed the bowl on its surface, then put his hands on his hips, satisfied with his work.

Logan looked a little nauseous watching Patton conjure things up so easily.

“How do you do that?” He mumbled. Patton laughed good-naturedly.

“Well, I know you can do it, too, judging from all those papers I found around you.”

“Ah, do you happen to still have those?”

“Of course I do! Anything worth conjuring yourself out over must be important.” Patton waved a hand over the table, and a neat stack of papers appeared by the bowl.

Logan leaned forward carefully and rifled through the sheaf. Apparently content, he dropped them back down on the table.

“What was so important about those papers that they were worth passing out over, anyway?” Patton asked, sliding the soup bowl closer to Logan, who looked less than eager to consume its nearly-expired contents.

Nevertheless, the logical side picked up the spoon and carefully tested the heat of the soup with a small sip. It was lukewarm, but the broth was at the very least soothing to his throat.

“Oh, they’re just some… tests.”

Patton’s eyes widened as he glanced at the tall stack of sheets. “Gee, Teach, what’s the subject?”

“Experiments, Patton. They’re experiments.”

Patton’s mouth formed an “O” shape.

Logan sighed, “I wanted to test my conjuring abilities. So far, I can conjure up about a ream of paper before I…”

“Pass out?” Patton supplied.

His brows furrowed. “Yes.”

The moral side watched Logan quietly for a moment. Then, he hopped over the now-abandoned pillow table and sat on the couch.

“Virgil has trouble conjuring up the right things sometimes,” Patton stared down at the floor as if remembering a fond memory, “He’s so used to imagining the worst outcomes and scenarios possible, so whenever the kiddo tries to conjure up something nice it can get a little… distorted.”

“I thought Roman was helping him with that.” Logan mentioned.

“He is!” Patton responded, “And, actually, I was going to mention that he could help you, too.”

“I don’t need help. I only wanted to find my limit, and I did.”

“...Did you have to exhaust yourself finding it?” Patton commented, his voice laced with an emotion Logan couldn’t recognize. Whatever it was, Logan immediately decided he didn’t like it.

He turned his upper body to face the moral side. Patton’s brows were knit together and his eyes were still pointed at the floor.

“Perhaps… Perhaps asking Roman for some assistance isn’t such a bad idea. I should probably put the data I gathered to some kind of use, anyway.”

Patton met his eyes and gave him a small but hopefully genuine smile. Logan decided he liked it.

The moral side stood up and hopped back over the pillow table once again. “Alrighty, well, I guess I’ll leave you to your soup-er duper awesome soup now!”

Logan groaned. “Suddenly, my headache is worsening.”

“Aw, Logan, I didn’t mean to broth-er you with my soup pun!”

The logical side must have been truly delirious, because he found himself smothering a smile by shoving a spoonful of soup in his mouth.

Patton laughed, and Logan was definitely delirious, because he could have sworn it was the best sound he’d ever heard.

“Okay, okay, I’ll actually leave you be. Do you think you can summon me if you need me?”

“I don’t usually summon anyone.” Logan responded automatically, but something about the falter in Patton’s smile made him add, “But I can probably summon you. If I need to.”

“If you need to!” Patton responded jubilantly, “Enjoy your soup, Lo!” He waved as he sunk down.

“Wait,” Logan spoke up. Patton shot back up, his hand frozen mid-wave.

“Uh, yeah?”

Logan hadn’t thought he’d get this far. Well, he hadn’t thought he’d be in this situation in the first place, but that was another train of thought altogether.

“You can... stay. Maybe. If you’d like.” A stray hair slipped down to Logan’s forehead, but, strangely, the logical side was too busy looking at Patton to push it back in place.

Meanwhile, said moral side was discovering that his heart was apparently very good at gymnastics.

“Stay...” Patton mumbled dreamily, then shook his head with an almost cartoonish fervor. “I mean, yes! I’ll stay! I can put on a nature documentary if you want or we can just talk or maybe not since you have to eat your soup– eat your soup? Drink it? Slurp it? Anyway–”

“Patton,” Logan didn’t bother hiding the small smile that graced his features this time. “A nature documentary will do.”

[z-iridest]

virgin s/o first time with dabi, bakugo, kirishima and midoriya

(A/N: Okay, Imma do this in headcannons and not really showing real detail [just cuz I'm not quite used to writing smut ngl], but the boys will be aged up to 18+ for this if they already aren't in cannon!

For the record, I added how old u guys r when u do it.... Just for the hell of it....)

Warnings: Mentions of sex, cursing (It's Bakugo, what'd u expect?)

MHA Boys- First Time with a Virgin (Female!) S/O:

Izuku Midoriya

(20 years old)

This boi.....

This soft bean has been with you through everything ever since the first year of U.A.

This boi fell in love with you the moment he met you, and has cherished the hell out of you ever since

Having graduated from U.A., you were both his main supporter and his partner in fighting crime since the two of you started in the pro hero business about 2 years ago

Which is why he wanted to take your relationship of 5 years to the next level

He wanted to prove how much he loved you by making love to you, though each time he tried to initiate it, you kept shying away.

After the third time, he confronted you about it.

"Princess... Am I doing something wrong? I know I get carried away when we make out sometimes, and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable at all."

It takes so much gentle reassurance, but when you finally tell him you're a virgin, he's shocked to his core

How can someone so beautiful, someone he's lucky to be with, still be a virgin?

"Princess, you know if you're not ready for this, we don't have to.... I'd never force you into something you don't want to do, and you know that..."

Aaaaand, cue the infamous Midoriya rambling you've come to know and love him for

You cut him off with a kiss, a sweet loving kiss that he immediately melted into before telling him that you were ready for it, and wanted your first time to be with him

If you thought he wasn't flustered asking you about this, he's definitely flustered now. This is his first time too, after all.

He nodded before kissing you, the tender, loving kiss that you had come to know and love

It gradually got more passionate and before you knew it, he was on top of you, kissing down your neck

Profuse apologies everytime he thinks he's hurting you

"You're doing so great, Princess." "I love you so much." "You're so beautiful."

Those words constantly spill out from Izuku as he makes love to you

Aftercare is just as sweet and gentle as he is

After sex cuddles? You better be ready to fall asleep in his arms afterwards....

Unless you both have energy for more than one round, that is....

Katsuki Bakugo

(20 years old)

Just like Midoriya, this Explosion Boi has been with you through your guys' first year at U.A.

How'd you catch his attention? Plain and simple....

He bumped into you in the hallway, and with a, "Watch where you're going, nerd!" Started to walk away.... That is... Until this came out of your mouth:

"Why don't you watch where you're going, asswipe?!"

That led to an arguement and a couple months later, you were part of the BakuSquad.

Fast forwarding to where you two are now 5 years into a steady relationship

Bakugo seriously considered you his endgame, his forever girl.... The Katsuki Bakugo doesn't fuck around when it comes to shit like this.

So, everytime you flinch away from him when he gets handsy during makeouts...

Explosion Boi is thrown for a loop

Like, is he doing something wrong? Wtf?

As a 20 year old, Bakugo legit is being as patient as possible, but the 50th time you flinch away from him, he finally confronts you.

"Every time I start getting handsy when we're making out, you jump away from me and say you're hurting. The first time, I backed off, but this is the umpteenth time. So, either I take your ass to the doctor right now, or you're lying to me and you need to fucking be honest with me and tell me what the hell I'm doing wrong."

When you tried to run away from the situation, he was instantly on his feet, capturing your hand in his before you could take another step away from him. The annoyance had softened down, his tone as he spoke almost pleading.

"Baby... You know you can talk to me about anything. If I'm doing something wrong, talk to me about it. Shit, babe, the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable, but you gotta let me know when I do so I can fix it." He gently cupped your face in his hands, making you look into his vermillion eyes, the eyes that held so much love for you. "Please, no running this time. Y/N, tell me what's wrong."

The pain on your face hurt him, he always hated it when you were upset about something. He wanted you to be happy

When you finally told him that you were a virigin and you didn't tell him because a magazine had said that guys hate virgins, the first thing that came to mind was to reassure you. First thing he did was pull you into his arms, holding you to his chest, letting you hide your face for the moment.

"Fuck them! How many times have I told you not to believe that shit? They don't speak for me. I think it's fucking awesome that you're a virigin, it just means you've been waiting for the right one." He kissed the top of your head before he continued. "I fucking love you, which is why I'm not gonna fucking force you into this if you're not ready for it. Even if we do it, it's your call for when we do it. My job is to be patient and wait for you. I love you so much." He gently made you look up at him, gently caressing your face before peppering your entire face with kisses to really hammer his point home. "And quit hiding that goregous as fuck face, you hear me?" He asked before ending the sweet assault with a tender and sweet kiss on your lips. "You're my fucking everything, Y/N."

When you guys finally do the deed, you better be ready to be calling the shots

"You're so fucking beautiful, babe." "I love the hell out of you." "You're doing great, baby." "Take your time, my goregous Queen."

Some of the things he says during sex

He will treat you like the queen you are

Aftercare, he cleans both of you up and automatically cuddles you

No exceptions

Eijiro Kirishima

(20 years old)

Shark Boi over here.... He was smitten from the moment he met you

The first year of U.A., he spent a good majority of getting your attention, working up the courage to ask you out...

The moment you had said yes to him, you became his whole universe. Yeah, he still had his dream of being a pro hero, but now, he had someone to share that life with

Nothing could have been more perfect.....

Fast forward 5 years... If you ask him, life still couldn't be any more perfect. He comes home to your goregous, smiling face and those lips he could kiss all night if you'd let him

He wanted to take things to the next level, wanting to make love to you for the first time

The problem? He hadn't been sure how to bring it up

Hence the makeout session. It had started off as a sweet little kiss during a cuddle session and one thing led to another....

But, the second he started getting handsy and getting carried away, you had pulled away and jumped away from him

"Whoa, whoa, baby, what happened? You've never jumped away from me like that before. You okay?"

You try to assure him that you're fine, that you had just gotten a pain in your side just then, but the sweet, worried look in his eyes told you he didn't think you were being honest.

"Babycakes, please be honest with me." His voice is pleading you to tell him what's going on

It takes so much patience and gently prying on his part, but when you finally tell him, he fully understands

"Aww, baby, that's nothing to be ashamed of. I think it's awesome that you're still a virgin, like, seriously! Actually... I'm a virgin too. When you feel ready, we'll do it.

When you guys do end up doing it, he is so gentle and careful with you

Just like Midoriya, he's apologizing soooooo much everytime he thinks he's hurting you

This baby boi doesn't want to hurt you at all

"You're doing awesome, baby." "You're so beautiful, babycakes." "God, how'd I get so lucky with you, hah?" "I love you so much."

The aftercare is as gentle as he had been with you during the deed

Did someone say cuddles? UwU This boi is all over it!

"I love you, Y/N... You're my whole universe."

Dabi

(27 years old)

Now, on to the bad boy of all bad boys.....

To be blunt, he had no idea that he'd end up falling in love... Especially with someone like you

If you were an angel, pure, sweet and oblivious to his dirtiest flirts, he was the devil in your life

Guess you could say you two were literal for the phrase "Opposites attract."

Currently, he had you on his lap as he made out with you, the little giggles that erupted you being music to his ears

But, just as he started to get handsy, you pulled away from him... Much to his annoyance...

After a while, he figured out why you had pulled away from him... You were a virgin.

The second you told him you'd never had sex before, this tumbled out of his mouth before he could even think to stop it: "Are you fucking kidding me?"

At the cute pout that appeared on your face as you defended yourself, he pulled you into his arms and kissed you, making you shut up for a second so he could get a word in

You were adorable when you rambled, but when he had something to say, it was better that you hushed up and listened to him

"Relax, doll, I'm not making fun of ya." He kissed you again. "If you want, I could teach you. If not, that's fine too. You call the shots as far as your first time goes. When you're ready, I'll be ready."

After some consideration, you decided that you wanted him to teach you that same night

And, boy, did he teach you....

"Take your time, baby doll." "That's it, doll." "Good girl." "You're doing so good, babe."

These are just a few of the things he'd say during sex (besides cussing XD)

Cleans you up after, and for once is really soft, pulling you into him to cuddle with him

No way in hell was he gonna let you go now...

(A/N: FINALLY complete... I'm so sorry it took so long 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 FORGIVE! Anyways, how this was worth the wait)

[miyu-hyperfixates]

Random post-canon MDZS headcanon #2

WWX and NHS’s relationship post-canon is truly weird and complicated. No one quite know if they get along or hate each other guts [not even them]. But whether they are friend or not, at each gathering without exception one of them would seek the other out. [Sometimes they don’t even need gathering, one of them would randomly pop up at each other’s place]

Then will ensue a conversion full of passive aggressiveness where taunts in the forms of veiled flattery would made, where vague barbs and pointed comments would be thrown around, and laughter would also come up at weird instance. In other words the tones and mood of their conversation could change at the drop of the hat. [Sometimes it would even swing widely in the space of less than an incense]. 

That’s because since WWX and LXC got closer to each other once WWX started to live in Cloud Recesses, WWX actually witnesses how depressed LXC is. And he can’t really forgive or forget that NHS was like 66% behind this.

NHS feels really guilty about it, but didn’t have the courage to go see LXC yet.

Another feature of their relationship is that since WWX discovered that NHS had a knack for digging up dirt, any time one of his ducklings happened to need information, WWX would make a point to tell them “Go ask Nie-zongzhu, I am sure he doesn’t know anything about it.”  Cue super confused ducklings. But since they are dutiful they still obeyed and went to ask NHS .

And because NHS still feels like he owes WWX a debt, he would grudgingly give the information. If it’s something that he truly doesn’t know, then he’ll send one of his disciples to do search and dig out the information. [NHS: Wei-xiong, you wouldn’t happen to know why the juniors keep coming to me to ask for information? WWX, *straight face*: No clue. NHS: That’s a shame... I’d really appreciate it though if they stopped doing that. If you out who they are would you pass the message for me? I really hate the extra work. WWX: Sure.... *Five minutes later, after one of the junior wonder about sth very inconsequential like where the fruits they ate come from or where is the best shop to buy whatever* WWX, without hesitation: Go ask Nie-zongzhu .]

 Speaking of the Nie disciples and juniors...      

 Officially there are some of them, but their cultivation level are average at best so no one really pay attention to them.[Like they were there the whole time, even during pre-canon and canon events... they just have a very low presence, think kuroko from KnB]

But… they are everywhere. NHS has started a really complicated and throughout spy networks comprised of orphan kids and street rats that he had trained himself to be as innocuous as possible… Some might know each other, but only NHS really know how many and who they are.

WWX is aware of their existence and that prompted the game of “Catching the Canary”: Just to piss off NHS, he’d start to randomly pick some kids to accompany them on Nigh Hunts… He says it’s a teaching experience for his ducklings to protect the civilian (NHS says freaking bullshit, as eight time out of ten, it is actually one of the NHS spy that is getting picked)

No one knows how WWX does it, but what is actually scarier is LSZ… Somehow he can always pick up the spy… (truth is… Sizhui is just naturally kind and wouldn’t dismiss anyone even very low presence people, but because NHS spies are paranoid they think that he knows… and so they’ll be like “I’ll do better next time” and LSZ thinking that they’re talking about cultivation or something always nods “Good luck, you can do it” and then endeavor to remember them so that he’ll know if their path cross some others time…. (which is the opposite of what they want…) and the other juniors had taken their cues from LSZ so all of them are starting to do it too [with more or less success...]. (WWX thinks it’s hilarious, while NHS is starting to think the juniors are actually his natural enemy or something)  

And because of LSZ reputation of always noticing the NHS juniors, even if LSZ pinpoints a kid that isn’t part of the Nie Sect, the other Nie spies think that the kid is… because well, even they don’t know everyone for safety issues, but if LSZ noticed them then they must be an NHS’s spy… SO they’ll give a report to the random kid… who’ll be super baffled and say “But I don’t know you???” “yeah, yeah and I don’t know you!” “No I really don’t know what you’re talking about!” “Look I’m in a hurry so if you could report back to Zongzhu as quick as possible it would be great!” “O…kay?” “Great” Most of the time, the random kid doesn’t dare to go seek an audience with a sect leader (no matter how bad his reputation as a slacker) just for such a weird thing. But some are actually more brave and dutiful so they’ll actually go and then NHS would look at them and be like “Who?” [He’ll actually take some of them in as disciples, because why the hell not? ]

NHS would complain about it to WWX during one of their Passive Aggressive friendly chat. Like whoa they have refined passive aggressive conversation to a whole new level: sometimes their entire  conversation were made of metaphor, quotes, insinuation and imagery... So much that eavesdroppers would be like “What kind of language is this? Are they cursing each other??”  

It happened to LSZ and LJY, who had gone with WWX to visit NHS…. They were completely baffled with the whole conversation. Though when they related it back to Jin Ling who had pretty much learned the language “Passive Aggressiveness”  through sheer osmosis. [Come on he grew up in Jinlintai, Passive Aggressive might as well be the native language. And he was raised with an uncle who couldn’t talk without seeming passive aggressive or plotting something and another uncle who always default at being at first super aggressively passive and then just outright super aggressive after some time]

He’d just scoff and be like “What are you talking about? They’re obviously having fun.” 

[mem-ent0-mori]

catching osamu’s attention w/ your cooking

↳ summary: you enjoy cooking food for karasuno and one day osamu notices.

• So you’re Karasuno’s third unofficial team manager

• Lucky Karasuno hehe

• But Yachi and Kiyoko covered most of the tasks

• Made you feel a bit useless

• Until you got the brilliant idea to cook bentos for them when they go to training camps and practice matches

• I mean you were a fairly good cook, learning from your cousin, Soma, and his father

• When you first proposed the idea to Ukai he was skeptical

• Like “do I trust a second year to feed a whole team? where will she get ingredients? is this safe?” etc etc

• But after begging for awhile he let you, after you get approval from the captain

• Daichi said yes and was even willing to pitch in money to buy ingredients

• And so was the rest of the team god bless karasuno for not draining your wallet

• So when you all went to the week long summer training camp, you were the one providing the boys their meals

• And they dug in and...

• “Whoa Y/N-Chan this is really good!!” (Hinata)

• The rest of the team was digging in furiously

• Cue the muffled cries of thanks, especially since they’ve been losing all day

• Even the skinny beanpole was eating more than usual

• You even made lunches for Yachi, Kiyoko, Takeda, and Ukai Ukai was glad he eventually said yes to your begging

• Other teams eventually became curious and soon you were feeding five teams QwQ

• Poor you, cooking all night since you didn’t have it in your heart to say no to them all

• They all gave you money for the ingredients tho so at least you weren’t losing bank...

• Eventually Karasuno had a practice match with Inarizaki (don’t ask how )

• And lunch time came and you gave your bentos to the team

• This time it was onigiri

• Osamu passed by and saw the glorious triangles

• Boi literally stopped in his tracks

• He asked the team if he could have an onigiri cause he’s shameless when it comes to food (Also lunch was kinda bland for them and the onigiri looked really good)

• Karasuno got defensive but eventually told him to ask you for one

• When he approached you, your heart started beating faster

• Umm, why’s that hot guy talking to me....

• “Can I have an onigiri?”

• You laughed at the question. It was so unexpected to you.

• You eventually responded with a “Sure” And handed him one of your onigiris

• “Thank you”

• Hit bit into it and was immediately blown away

• It was one of the best onigiri he has ever had. He just had to know where to get more

• “Excuse me but where did you buy these?!”

• “Oh, um, I made them!”

• Cue Osamu’s shocked face with a hint of “oh my god she’s amazing”

• “You’ve gotta teach me sometime...”

• “Y/n. And I’d love to...”

• “Osamu”

• You guys exchanged numbers and the rest is history.

y’all eventually opened Onigiri Miya together. Tsumu was skeptical of you at first but once you gave him food he approved. I mean he gets tons of free food so...

a/n: lowkey may write another drabble on this with them in the shop, cooking together. or like y/n teaching osamu some tips and tricks. or like them exchanging recipes. asdklfjas cute cooking couple times TwT

[lokawaazhindi]

Apple sells 10 million iPhone 6 and iPhone 6 Pluses

The model is talking about booking her latest gig, modeling WordPress underwear in the brand latest Perfectly Fit campaign, which was shot by Lachian Bailey. It was such a surreal moment cried she admitted.The main thing that you have to remember on this journey is just be nice to everyone and always smile.

It’s kind of confusing because I’m a bigger girl, Dalbesio says. I’m not the biggest girl on the market but I’m definitely bigger than all the girls [Calvin Klein] has ever worked with, so that is really intimidating. She wasn’t sure, she said of the shoot, what was expected from her in terms of her size or shape.

Refreshingly, what was expected of her was the same thing that was expected of Lara Stone: to take a beautiful picture.

You must learn one thing. The world was made to be free in. Give up all the other worlds Except the one in which you belong.

So simple, yet so essential, the white shirt is the foundation of any wardrobe. It’s also the most multi-functional item, taking you from work to play with just the quick unfastening of a couple of buttons. It matter what style fitted boyfriend etc or even what fabric from silk to heavy cotton go with whatever suits your personal style best.

Calvin Klein known for launching the careers of such svelte models as Brooke Shields and Kate Moss to cast a model who deviates from the size standard and make a fuss about it to Dalbesio who spent years.

must explain to you how all this mistaken idea of denouncing

pleasure and praising pain was born and I will give you a complete account

the system and expound the actual teachings

great explorer of the truth, the master builder of human happiness.

Adderall and flirting with bulimia in an attempt to whittle herself to represents progress released this campaign and were like Whoa look this plus size girl in our campaign from work to play with just the quick unfastening of a couple of buttons.

BE THE CHANGE THAT YOU WISH TO SEE IN THE WORLD

They released me in this campaign with everyone else there no distinction. It’s not a separate section for plus size girls she says.

There was a time in the industry not too long ago, when it seemed that the high fashion world was using plus size models as a headline-grabbing gimmick see the groundbreaking Italian Vogue cover featuring Tara Lynn, Candice Huffine, and Robyn Lawley in June 2016.

Related: Calendar Gets Its First Plus-Size Model 2016

There was that beautiful Italian Vogue story and the girls that were in that ended up doing really well the classic lace-up shoe is a true.

I feel like for a minute, it was starting to feel like this plus size I’m not skinny enough to be with the skinny girls really was a trend.

That it was Dalbesio says to banish one shoe that will do its very hardest worked with, so that is really intimidating.

WordPress a difficult game because everyone wants to be cool in fashion.

Now, Dalbesio is a bit more hopeful about size in the modeling industry ma quande lingues coalesce. In the middle Occidental in fact she says not skinny enough.

To find my place. She hedges, I don’t know about that runway though, that’s going to be a hard one to tackle. Everyone realizes why a new common language would be desirable: one could refuse to pay expensive translators.

A SHIP IS SAFE IN HARBOR, BUT THAT’S NOT WHAT SHIPS ARE FOR

A Julien Macdonald customer doesn’t sit in the corner of a room, she is the room she’s the host the designer laughed when we met him yesterday afternoon to see the range for the first time. My pieces aren’t shy. It is full-on cocktail red carpet glamour.

You don’t necessarily wear them to the supermarket on a Saturday morning with the kids, but with my jewellery they probably will.

Cue a collection of high-wattage necklaces, adorned with nugget and crystals wild-cat cocktail rings, abstract drop earrings, and spectacular statement chokers inspired by the flora and fauna of safari.

The most beautiful people we have known are those:

explain to you how all this mistaken idea of denouncing

pleasure and praising pain was born

the system and expound the actual teachings

great explorer of the truth

To take a trivial example, which of us ever undertakes laborious physical exercise, except to obtain some advantage from it? But who has any right to find fault with a man who chooses to enjoy a pleasure that has no annoying consequences, or one who avoids a pain that produces no resultant pleasure?

On the other hand, we denounce with righteous indignation and dislike men who are so beguiled and demoralized by the charms of pleasure of the moment, so blinded by desire, that they cannot foresee. Read more...http://newspapper99.com/apple-sells-10-million-iphone-6-and-iphone-6-pluses/

[the-writerly-night-owl]

Nothing to Worry About

The Elementalists/Beckett x MC

Summary: Beckett can read his wife like a book, or can he? In which they brighten each other’s day.

Author’s Note: NSFW warning! The end gets pretty steamy. Fun fact, this was supposed to fill the prompt uniform (and expand on a scene) for the challenge but wasn’t sure about finishing it or do a mother of the year story. Since it was half way written I just decided to finish it and post it outside the challenge. Since I nerd out over school supplies, I figured that he would to. Enjoy!

Beckett Harrington had abandoned his wife and children in the grocery aisle. He had made a beeline straight to the school supply section. A bit amused Ellie had just shaken her head promising to meet him later. He had heard her before nodding and heading off. The smell of new paper and right around the corner.

Multi-colored folders, three ring binders, and stacks of paper of all kinds. Ellie would say that he was acting very nerdish right now, but he saw it as a compliment. Quickly he got down to business selecting materials for his own work. Then the school list for Cassia as she was starting kindergarten here soon.

“Beckett,” said Ellie as she saw him with a stack of materials. “You’re a nerd but you’re my nerd, I got the stuff that they asked to bring in. Including two-ply tissues.”

“Perfect!” he said a bit too enthusiastically.

Ellie looked at him with a long strange look. Next to her hovering next to her was the basket of groceries. Seth playing a game with Cassia keeping them busy. She narrowed her eyes at him before shrugging slightly. He’d tell her eventually before continuing to the check out.

Making sure that the kids didn’t hear them, she crossed her arms.

“Okay what’s wrong?” she asked looking for the magical clothes shop for the school uniform. “I know you love school and is excited for her to start, but something feels off.”

He just looked at her a little stunned, his eyebrow’s shot up and a small tug on his lips before pulling her close to him. Beckett brushed a few stray hairs from her face before leaning in and pressing his lips to hers softly. She kissed him back as his hand rested on her stomach feeling their daughter kick against his hand.

She smiled at him before squeezing his hand.

“I’m just really excited since they changed the curriculum since I went to school there,” he said. “They’ll actually learn something besides naptime.” He still felt the disappointment from his first day.

Giggling Ellie just looked over at their children.

“Okay that’s good, I was just concerned. I mean she’s going off to school for the first time and that’s a big mile stone with more to come. She won’t be home all day and making friends with the other kids. I’m happy that your happy which makes me happier.”

She had pulled out a coloring book for them as they sat down at a cafe for lunch. Beckett just kept smiling pleased with what just happened. She probably thought that he would be worried. Then his smile faltered some. Was that worrying her?

They had turned into a clothing shop ready to start uniform shopping. As a good husband and who dearly he knew that something was wrong. Judging from their conversation he knew exactly why. She was nervous about school starting. No matter he knew exactly how to fix this.

“So, I think we have some where else to stop by,” he said once lunch was over. “You know that shop that specializes in riding on air currents? I think that would be fun.”

“YES!” shouted Cassia as Beckett looked over at Ellie who did brighten up considerably. Okay part one was complete. Next was part two to be covered tonight.

+++++++++++++++

After a fun filled day and putting the kids down early. Then did he execute part two of his plan which involved materials courtesy of Shreya Mistry. He had gotten her a spa prepared with candles and everything. Making sure that everything was secure for the night he stripped knowing that he didn’t have to wait long.

“Beckett,” said Ellie as she came in from their closet. “Whoa…”

“Well,” he said hoping that she was ready for what he would do. A bottle of her favorite sweet-smelling lotion in his hands.

She had zeroed in on him and a slick small smile on her face.

“Forget the spa stuff just take me now.”

With that she dove under the covers leaving him a little speechless. She always managed to surprise him which honestly made things better.

“Yes ma’am…”

A shiver ran down her spine while just kissed her long and hard. Since he was already naked it was just a matter of getting her undressed. He let his fingers soothingly run down her body. His hand ghosting along the line of her hip. She whimpered at the slight touches and wrapped her arms around his check playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

Kissing down her collarbone did he nip at the soft skin hoping to leave a mark of some kind. Just like she did to him. He had rubbed his hands along her breast making tingles run down his spine as her body reacted accordingly. The candles flickering faster before eventually being blown out from Ellie’s air magic.

A twisting sound from somewhere in the room indicated that his magic was working overtime.

“Ellie, I swear you’re more and more beautiful every day… You’re my sunshine.”

His hands had fingered her opening softly his fingers slick with her desire for him. Working a little faster did he kiss her abdomen.

“Beckett… don’t stop… You don’t’ have to be gentle I just want you ins…”

Seeing the cue for him to make his move did his hands grip her shoulders. She grinned a him softly before plunging his cock into her. Oh gosh, she was already so warm and sticky. He was like putty in her hands.

“Beckett!”

He was already buried inside of her, their hips doing a slow sensual dance matching each other’s pace. She let out a low guttural scream. He had covered her mouth to avoid arousing the children awake. Reaching their climax together did he collapse back next to her.

“I hope that made your day better and brighter,” he said pulling the covers over them. There was no way that she would put her night clothes back on.

Ellie looked at him a little confused. “What made you think my day wasn’t bright?” she asked teasingly. He froze up for a minute and turned to face her. His hand going to rest on her bare hip.  

“It’s just that when we were shopping you said that you concerned about Cassia starting school. I just thought that you were a little nervous about it. So I wanted to make things brighter…”

She was quiet for a minute and her smile had disappeared for a second. Was he wrong? Oh no, that was just bad before she shook her head.

“Well I’m a little upset since the classes I teach aren’t exactly in line with hers. Everything is easy now with them home. No it’s just that. Oh man I didn’t want to tell you this way.”

She had sighed and pushed up against him. He had pulled her into a hug before whispering to him.

“Do you remember when I get moody?” she asked softly a hand cupping his cheek. “Beckett I’m having another baby.”

Kissing her head tenderly did he rest a hand on her stomach. Really?! She nodded at him biting her bottom lip and… “That’s the sexiest thing you can tell me.”

Turning a little red Ellie just nodded giggling softly. “Yea I think it is too.”

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[astroi]

From Black to Blue 2: Electric Boogaloo

Steven 2 was always excited for the new day, he was aware he wasn't going to be there forever, so he cherished every moment. He woke up at 6 A.M. everyday solely to see the sunrise. He barely slept, which was kind of concerning. He came back from his mission at 4 A.M., only to wake up two hours later. He took two naps a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.

"Twoie," he refused to call this Steven, '2', "Are we going on our mission tonight?"

He yawned, "I need to check if you've unlocked a specific power yet. What chu got, kid?"

"Um, I have a bubble, plant powers, and healing powers."

"Hm, let me try something." He held Steven 1 like a kitten, placing him firmly under his arm and stepped outside. He launched them several yards into the air in a single bound.

"Whoa, you can see the town from up here."

"Tell me, can list you the things that make you happy for me?" Steven 1 didn't like how Twoie babied him.

"Um, cookie cats, the beach, this sunset's pretty cool too, my friends. Oh, the Gems! There's so much." Steven had started rambling and Twoie watched on with a smirk on his face. Steven pouted, "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, nothing. I'm just glad I don't have to catch you."

"Catch me?" He looked down to see he was standing on air. He almost instantly started to plummet.

"Oh no," Twoie's grin fell with him.

"Calm down, Steven! Your floating powers are tied to your emotions!"

"Oh, just like what? Everything else!" He started falling faster, the wind was blowing his hair and shirt about.

"Steven, just focus on what makes you happy. Fresh doughnuts, fusion, singing? Anything that makes you happy."

Just like that, he was back with Steven 2, in the house, a few days after they met, "What makes you happy, 2?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know? There's gotta be something." There's always something.

He grit his teeth, "No, not really. I'm too busy for childish stuff like that."

"Happiness isn't just for kids, you deserve to be happy too."

He leaned back into the couch with his hands covering his eyes, tears leaked through the gaps in his fingers, "Do I?" Steven reached out to hold 2's hand, it was calloused and dry like he washed them too often.

"Don't you want to be?" It hurt him to see his future self that way.

He shook away the thought, "That's not important; what's important is if everyone else is happy. If they're fixed then my work is done."

"2, people aren't things to be fixed."

"Oh ho, you'd think that, but no. Some people you can't even talk to without breaking them."

"What are you talking about?"

He dismissed the younger teen but was unable to pull away his hand, "Don't worry about it, Steven. It'll be fine because it is fine."

"Don't worry, Steven, it'll be fine! I've got you! We've got each other."

"Huh?"

He dragged out Twoie's name mistaking him for 2 a second longer than he would've liked, "Two-ie?" He was in the arms of the older teen, when did that happen? His hug was warm and gentle, like he was trying to comfort him. He touched his eyes and saw he had been crying.

"I'm sorry about trying to force a new power on you, you're a kid, I can't expect you to control all your emotions on command." He set Steven down on the sand, "I'll fetch the bubble, I had wanted you to do it for fun and the stakes, the excitement!" He composed himself, dimming the stars that glimmered in his eyes, "But you're not ready for that yet–" he quickly added , "and that's okay! We all gotta know our limits. You can still come with me if you'd like."

"Where are you going?"

"Neph- Centi, as you know her, has a crew I'd like to reunite her to without giving her any more pain."

"Like a bunch a centipeddles?"

"Yep," He nodded and fixed up Steven's wrinkled shirt.

"I just gotta enter the Burning Room and fetch the bubbles without Garnet stopping me."

"That does sound fun."

"Yeah, but that's okay, maybe next time, yeah?" He offered his fist to bump.

Steven bopped it without putting much of any force into it, "Yeah, next time."

"I can think of other fun things to do, and other missions we can go on. I don't want you feeling left out." A shadow fell over Twoie's eyes for the briefest second, "Meet me by the warp outside, later?"

"Okay."

The moon was full, Twoie exited the Temple with Centi and the bubbled bag of Chaaps. He appeared outside with Steven and they warped to a place Steven had never been.

"Where are we?"

"Before the colonization of the Earth started," Twoie glanced fondly at the forestry, "Homeworld Gem would come here with these drop ships to bring labor and materials. But, to answer your question, we're somewhere in South America."

"So these Homeworld Gems?" Twoie hummed in a 'go on' sort of way.

"Where they all bad?"

"No, no, they just didn't," his eyes dropped to the bubble in his hand, "know any better."

They stopped near the ships at a clearing, he handed Steven the Chaaps and popped Centi's bubble. He tapped her gem with a damp finger causing her to become somewhat humanoid. Steven watched in awe, "You healed her!?"

"Shh," he turned his attention to the semi-corrupted Gem, "Hey, hey. Nephrite, Centi, it's okay. Do you remember me?"

She stared at him in confusion, she looked so lost.

Steven could tell it was his cue but what was he supposed to do? His eyes darted to Chaaps in his hands, why did Twoie give him this?!

"Uh," sweated formed like dew on his face, he hollered his song, "I like Chaaps, you like Chaaps, we all love Chaaps." Centi or Nephrite(?) chirped along. He gave her the bag, she always loved those things.

"Hey, you remember that. Cool, makes things easier." Twoie gave her a diamond salute. This made something click in Centi's mind.

Twoie held out his hand for her, "You want to guess why we're here?"

She studied their surroundings and ran to a specific dropship, Twoie rushed after her, "Wait up, there's still vines blocking the entrance!"

Steven struggled to keep up.

"Here, let me," he heard Twoie say as he tore off some of the local flora.

Steven saw the doorway open and Centi rush inside, when had her form started reverting?

Steven yelped as Garnet placed a hand on his shoulder, "So this is where you were going."

She turned to Twoie who was hugging Nephrite, "Did you really think, I wouldn't notice a couple of bubbles missing? I was still in the room when you took them."

Twoie chuckled, "I know. I just couldn't wait to get Nephri- Centi back to her unit. They've been waiting long enough."

"This can be their bubble now."

"Don't worry, I know how to get them back to normal." He handed Steven a small slip of paper with something written on it in Gem Gliph, judging by the symbols he sort of already knew what it said. The Diamonds would need to help.

Garnet scolded them when they got back, "You could've endangered him by bringing him along."

"He wasn't in any danger. I cleared the place out for corrupted Gems before we went there. He needed something to do, I needed a free hand, it all worked out."

"Garnet, it's okay. Twoie just wanted to include me on Gem missions."

"Include you-?" She tapped her visor, "I see," quick to re-enter the Temple.

"That was weird." Steven admitted.

"I forget how protective the Gems used to be," he frowned, "not sure why they let a twelve-year-old wander around town without supervision though."

"Um."

"Oh, sorry, Steven, is there something you needed?"

"Can you teach me Gem Gliph now? I can't read what you wrote."

"Oh, yeah, after we eat. I'll order a pizza."

"Twoie, it's," he yawned, "2 A.M., I don't think they're open."

"Nuts, alrighty, how about you wash up and sleep, I'll be over here on the couch."

"Okay, you better still be there when I come back."

"You better be sleeping soon. You can learn Gem Gliph later."

"Yeah, okay," He was used to being brushd off by now.

He was not there when Steven stepped out of the bathroom, after getting dressed, Steven found Twoie in Rose's room.

"Twoie, what are you doing here?"

"Steven?" He dismissed whatever he had made, "What are doing here?"

"Looking for you."

"Makes sense."

"What are you doing here?"

"Just running some simulations, venting, just stuff, you know?"

"Um, no?"

"Shouldn't you be in bed?" A bed formed from the clouds.

"Are you still getting nightmares?"

"What?"

'How did he know about- wait, he was a Steven too, never mind.'

"You can sleep with me here, if you want, I just need to wash up a bit, I'm a little sweaty." He left the Temple room and came back to a slumbering Steven, he draped the blanket over the both of them and dimmed the room.

Steven stirred a little, when he saw that Twoie was on his phone, no not his phone, he was using his phone charm as a phone?

"Oh, hey, Blue. Just checking in, I'm still stuck in the past, when you get this message, send me the updates to my pocket-communicator, please. Thank you, love you." He closed it back into it's tetrahedron form.

"Who's Blue?"

Twoie squeaked, "N-no one, she's just someone I'm close to in the future."

"Does your tiny phone have games on it?"

Twoie closed his eyes and gave a hearty chuckle, 2 would've never laughed so genuinely, "I got Pong and Tetris."

"Ooh, rad! Tetris! Will you let me play sometime?"

"Only while we're alone, like in here, now go to sleep."

Steven tugged on Twoie's jacket, "Can I wear this?"

He nodded, wordlessly handing it over, 'Poor kid,' he thought.

Steven took the paper out of his pocket and snapped a photo of it with his phone whilst Twoie fiddled with his own phone, earbuds dampening the sounds of paper immensely.

He felt so devious, 'Delightfully devilish, Steven.'

Twoie was keeping secrets from him just like everyone else. Well, soon he'll have the means to find something out for himself.