#i spent. so long on this only to not like it at all actually. Tch. whatever

[16star]

11/25/23

[clockwayswrites]

City Pigeons Bleed Green Part 19

(I know I'm tech on a break this week, but I could use the serotonin.) masterpost

“He understands that I am coming over?” Damian asked as he inspected his pencil case to make sure he had everything he needed. Father would be picking him up from art class to fetch lunch.

“Yep, Danny knows we’re bringing lunch over,” Grayson answered. His thumb swiped idly across his phone.

Damian took a slow breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. He loved Grayson, but it did not mean that the other was not an idiot sometimes. Sometimes family meant loving someone even though they were an idiot, Damian reminded himself.

In an attempt to start again, Damian stayed silent until he was sure that he had all of his supplies in his messenger bag. “I meant, does Danny understand that it is specifically me bringing the food? Does Danny understand who I am?”

“Oh, Dami baby, yeah,” Grayson said, voice softening in a way that made Damian bristle. At least Grayson finally set his phone down. “Jay talked to him about it and is still there at the apartment with Danny now. I’ll over over to give Jason a break and be there when you and Bruce come. Do you want me to double check with Danny before you arrive?”

Damian frowned as he adjusted the strap on his bag.

“Yes,” Damian answered after a pause and when he could meet Grayson’s eyes confidently. “I believe that the redundancy would not go amiss.”

“Okay, yeah, I’ll be sure to double check before you and Bruce get there.”

“Acceptable,” Damian said and let to find Pennyworth for his ride to class.

Doing art calmed him. That knowledge had been a surprise at first. While Damian had, of course, learned about art as part of his cultural and historical training, actually being able to engage in art was was something entirely knew. Something that was available to Damian only because of his Father’s allowance.

No, that was not quite right. Father didn’t allow Damian to do art, Father simply wanted them to be happy and art is what made Damian… perhaps not happy, but at least more at peace.

Peace had been such a rare thing in Damian’s life.

He still didn’t quite know what to do with it.

Annoyingly, class that day didn’t quite manage to tamper the churning in Damian’s gut. He could (and would) ignore the feeling, of course, but that did not mean it wasn’t there.

Or that it didn’t grow as Damian was waiting for Father to pick him up for class.

“You have put in the order we discussed?” Damian asked as he buckled his seatbelt.

“Yes, it should be ready shortly after we get there,” Father answered. “You were out quickly today.”

“Tch,” Damian looked away from his father’s searching gaze and focused on the world outside the window. He hated to have tells, but in a family of detectives it was impossible not to. “If it unlikely to be ready, perhaps we should stop by the Turkish bakery that is near. Surely there are items there that are not too sweet for his diet.”

“That’s a nice idea,” Father agreed with a thoughtful hum. “He may have never had them before so we can get a little selection of what you think he needs to try.”

Damian worked not to physically freeze. That felt suddenly like a great deal of responsibility. Which was silly, it was simply food.

“That is a sound idea,” Damian said instead of trying to face his sudden worry.

It was even more overwhelming in the face of all the options. Damian certainly spent far too long making a selection, but Father doesn’t rush him, so Damian tries to allow himself the time. The food is easily acquired after. Far too quickly that they were in front of the safehouse door. Father rested one hand on the back of Damian’s back, a bracing presence, before he knocked.

“Coming!” Grayson called needlessly through the door a few moments before he it swung open. “Hey guys, come in. It’s all good.”

Damian resisted the urge to nod to that, took a breath, and crossed the threshold.

Danny sat on the couch. The fabled day saving blue bear was clutched in the boy’s lap; clutched too tightly. Damian shot Grayson an accusatory look. Clearly it wasn’t ‘all good’.

Grayson rolled his eyes and took the box of sweets from Damian to take to the kitchen with Father.

Damian was left alone with Danny.

At least it gave Damian time to properly study the other boy. Not blood son. Clone. Better and worse at once— a copy of Father. It was clear how much Danny looked like Bruce, a redundant thought now that they knew Danny was a clone, but it crossed Damian’s mind all the same. It was odd to see the still slightly sunken cheeks and too prominent collar bones on someone that looked so much like Father, so much more like Father than Damian did.

Idly, Damian wondered if Danny would ever reach Father’s stature, what with his past. Damian himself had started to grown into wild shoulders and broad chest that would someday be his body over the last year, but Danny had not.

Danny, at least a year older, was still far too slight.

But older.

The oldest blood.

Would he try to take Damian’s place now? It would only be just, with how poorly Damian had behaved when he first arrived, especially to Drake. And Damian’s brash attacks, Danny would have the right to his. He was oldest…

“Are… are you alright?”

Damian’s head snapped up at Danny’s words. When had he lost his focus?

“I do not know,” Damian said, too honest words tumbling across his tongue without his permission.

He didn’t know.

[remlionheart]

Split Decision

* ˚ ✦ MDNI ✦ ˚ *

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ i woke up this morning w a slutty, feral, urgent need for some soukoku x fem!reader smut and this fic just kinda poured out of me (literally), 3.7k words. porn with a plot. (hope u like it nasty) you're an intern, ending your last day in Yokohama when you're approached at the hotel bar by two men who have one very pressing question for you: red or white wine? i was melting into an actual puddle writing this so lemme know whatcha think, luv u ♡ (and as alwaaayysss, thank u to the loml @bratbby333 for proofreading and being just as fucking pumped for this to come out as i was ♡) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

You were tired, exhausted after a day filled with meetings that you barely contributed anything to. You were grateful for your internship, happy that it held the promise of a job right after graduation but being in Yokohama for the last two days had been a bit lackluster.

You sat at the bar of your hotel with lazy, muffled jazz music dancing around you as you fiddled with the straw in your empty cocktail glass.

The trip itself hadn't been all bad. The days were long, but you'd managed to make the most of your nights. The firm you were interning for was gracious enough to make it an all-expenses paid trip and you'd definitely taken full advantage of that over the last week.

You'd spent your nights in the most upscale restaurants the city had to offer, taking yourself on little dates to pass the time. You'd found yourself sitting alongside powerful businessmen and prominent executives that made you feel important even though you were still very much on the outskirts of their social circles. You had been a fly on the wall, quietly observing a world that you could only hope to one day be a part of.

It'd been a learning experience if nothing else. A secret glimpse into how rich men behaved when they thought no one was watching. There was something intoxicating about it all. Something that made you want to try harder when you got back home. You were determined to have this sort of life for yourself one day and you would.

That's what made being responsible tonight all the more important. Your flight back home was set to leave at 6 am. Your bags were already packed and waiting for you in your room. As tempting as it was to venture out into the city again, you needed to be well-rested and level-headed when you woke up tomorrow. So, you'd kept your promise to yourself and settled on slipping into your last clean black dress and grabbing a few drinks at the hotel bar to end your makeshift vacation.

Your legs dangled from your stool, the strap of your dress slipping down your arm as you yawned. The bar had been mostly vacant all night. People passing by, but never actually staying for more than one drink. The vintage grandfather clock at the corner of the room watched you tauntingly, another sway of its heavy arms indicating that it was nearing midnight.

You knew it was time to head back. Your hand reached out to bell for the bartender when two opposing, but equally powerful drinks were suddenly placed at either side of you.

A deep, rich red wine on your left and a deceptively alluring white wine on your right. Your eyes hesitantly drifted between the two men that were now occupying the seats next to you, the warmth of their bodies radiating off of them as they sized you up.

"Which one will it be, angel?" His voice was like velvet, a dangerous smirk creeping across his face as his brown eyes met you. His partially bandaged fingertips slowly pushed the Chardonnay towards you. "You look like a woman of good taste. Honestly, I think you'd like this one much better."

A gloved hand rested on the small of your back, gently turning you around to face him instead. His disheveled red hair and azure gaze were hard to ignore as he nudged the Cabernet closer to you. "Tch, you're too pretty for that cheap shit." He smirked. "Besides, I bet you're wantin' something that would hit way deeper than that, right?"

Your breath was suddenly lodged in your throat, an ache burning between your legs at the sheer shamelessness of it all.

The brunette's smile was piercing, his stare slicing into the man on your left as he let out a low laugh. "You've always had quite the imagination, haven't you Chuuya?" His eyes maintained the same sharpness, dragging back to yours with fervor. "I think what she really needs is something that would leave her begging for more and that's not something that measly little sweet red of yours would do."

The air between the three of you was suddenly suffocating.

You crossed one leg over the other, finding yourself actually having to clench while they carried on with their salaciously threatening banter. Their fingers roaming along your back and the top of your hand. Both inching closer and closer, still spilling out corrupt little nothings about which one would taste better going down your throat and which one would fill you up until there was no more room left.

You needed to be in bed. You needed to keep your wits about you. You needed to tell them both that you didn't have time for this, but your insides were on fire the harder they fought over you.

After being ignored at every meeting you'd gone to this week and being nothing more than a wallflower at the dinner parties you'd attended, having two admittedly depraved but attractive men competing over you like this was enough to make you forget about trivial things like time and responsibilities.

They were still going on. Still gently petting and praising you while their insults towards each other grew heavier and headier.

Your blood rushed through your veins as you looked down at the contrasting wines sitting in front of you. You knew the minute that you took a sip of either, your fate would be sealed for the night. You'd be declaring yourself to one of them. The only smart option you had would be to push both drinks aside, to choose yourself, and to leave the two of them to carry on with their degenerate rivalry with the next unsuspecting girl that waltzed in here.

But you weren't going to settle for either.

As you glanced between them, it dawned on you that there was an alternate, much more menacing 4th option at your disposal.

Their voices came to a pause when they noticed your hand finally raise, hovering directly in the center of the two glasses. Your eyes danced from the brunette back to Chuuya, a hazy smile pulling at the corner of your mouth despite the fact that your heart felt like it was capable of ripping straight through your chest at any given second.

You rested your palm over both, letting your middle finger slide into the Cabernet and your index finger slide into the Chardonnay in perfect unison.

The tension was palpable as they watched you slowly pull out and bring them to your lips. You cocked your head to the side, your tongue generously gliding against the mixture of red and white before you brought them all the way into your mouth, spit slightly dribbling down your chin while you looked between the two men.

A smile cut across your face as you noticed the two sets of blown out pupils staring back at you. "Does that answer your question?"

"No," Chuuya was the first to break the silence. "No fuckin' way am I letting that asshole anywhere near the same room as us."

But it only seemed to pique the brunette's interest more.

A grin that could rival that of the devil's began to pull at the corner of his mouth. "Oh c'mon, Chuuya. You're really gonna deny this angel what she wants?"

"Don't start with me, Dazai." he snarled, his eyes softening a bit when they reached yours. "Look, I'd love to fuck you, but -"

Dazai took full advantage of the redhead's decision to opt out, spinning your barstool towards him so that your back was abruptly facing Chuuya before he could even finish his sentence. "Well," he smirked with a dangerous sense of wit in his voice. "Guess that just leaves us then."

"Wait a minute, that's not how this works!" Your chair was once again being flung in the opposite direction. A gloved hand gently cupping yours as he tried to reason with you. "You're gorgeous, y'know that, right? Even if you end up leavin' by yourself, I promise it'd still be better than endin' up with that mackerel over there."

It should've been an insult. In fact, you were certain that it was an insult, but for some deranged reason, it made Dazai all the more persistent to get you what you had originally asked for.

"Okaaay, okaayy." He conceded as he stood up. "There's no need for petty nicknames. If you're too self-conscious to share a beautiful woman's body with me, that's all you have to say."

"Self-conscious?" The edge in Chuuya's tone only gave Dazai what he wanted. "I'm not self-conscious, you arrogant bastard. I just don't trust you."

Dazai leaned into your ear, his hand shielding his mouth though his voice was far from a whisper. "It's because of his height, I'm afraid. Quite sad really."

"Alright, cut the shit." It was enough to finally bring the redhead to his feet.

He stood up, grabbing your hand to help you off your chair, eyes now locked firmly with yours. "You really want us to fuck you?" He asked, completely ignoring the absolutely vile smirk Dazai was sporting.

A mix of fear and arousal pooled between your thighs as you realized that this was your one chance to back out.

You looked between the two of them one last time before promptly grabbing the drinks that were left on the counter and knocking them both back one right after the other.

"My room or yours?" You asked.

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The three of you had ended up in Chuuya's suite which was at least three times the size of your room. It was lofty, decorated with high-rise windows that were covered by thick, black privacy curtains. His king-sized bed made up in pristine white sheets that you feared would soon be ripped to shreds with the way the two of them could barely share the same elevator without almost killing each other, let alone share you.

Chuuya took off his gloves and hung his coat in the closest next to Dazai's as you slipped out of your heels and left them by the door. Your heart was suddenly in your throat now that you were actually here.

You were still by the entryway, not entirely sure how this was going to start while Chuuya went around and began dimming the lights, making a snide comment about how the less he had to see of Dazai, the better. The brunette just smirked, taking a seat on the edge of his bed, motioning for you to join him.

He spread his legs, lightly guiding you to stand in front of him as he kissed the back of your hand. His brown eyes trailed over you intently, his slender fingers tracing along the curve of your hip. "No need to be nervous," he whispered, tangling his free hand into yours.

There was something so tantalizing about the way he was looking at you. Eager but thorough, like he wanted to memorize every single inch of you. "See how pretty she is, Chuuya?"

You felt him approach you from behind, his calloused hands holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail while his breath fanned across the top of your shoulder. "Care if I unzip this?" he asked, his lips pressing softly against the side of your neck as you nodded. He continued to kiss and nip at you, carefully dragging the zipper down your spine before letting it fall to the floor.

"Fuck."

It was perhaps the one thing that they'd agreed on all night.

Dazai had the full-frontal view of you and Chuuya had the back. You were on full display for them both due to the fact that you'd opted for no bra or panties when you'd left your room earlier, thinking that you'd be coming straight back anyway. What a lie that had turned out to be.

Dazai's hand roamed along your stomach, goosebumps dancing across your skin as his fingertips dipped a bit lower. Chuuya's mouth was still on the nape of your neck, his grip tightening around your hips, drawing the poutiest little whimpers out of you.

"And to think you almost made us pass this up." Dazai taunted. "That would've been suuuch a shame."

"Shut up." Chuuya grunted, pulling you closer so that your ass was flushed perfectly against him. Your back arched feeling how hard he was, another little noise you couldn't quite control escaping you.

Dazai raised an eyebrow at this, realizing how easy it was to make you squirm.

"Oh, our girl's sensitive, isn't she?" He smirked, his fingers making their way to your center, just barely touching the outside of your folds. "Hmm," He hummed, surveying your desperate, dripping cunt. "What kind of sounds do you think she'll make if I do this?"

His finger ran along your clit, only giving you a moment to adjust to the sensation before he immediately plunged it inside of you.

"Nngh ~!" You whined, ramming yourself further into Chuuya's bulge. He held you steady, stuck somewhere between severely hating that Dazai had made you moan like that and fucking loving that you did it while grinding against him.

"Aw, look at that. I think she likes you, Chuuya." Dazai mocked, sliding into you again without warning, jealousy washing over him at how you were holding onto the redhead for support.

He went deeper, adding in another finger, to redirect your attention down to him as you mewled. "Feel good, angel?" he asked through heavy lashes.

You nodded back at him so pitifully, it made him groan, rubbing his thumb against your clit as his other two digits continued their assault on you.

You felt Chuuya undoing his belt behind you, his pants quietly dropping to the ground.

"You're doing so good," he praised into the softness of your neck, stroking himself with one hand and palming at your chest with the other. Squeezing a nipple between his fingers as you filled the room with more heavenly noises. "Think you can do me a favor, baby?" His voice felt like blissful static against the shell of your ear.

"M -" you struggled, your eyes nearly crossing at Dazai relentlessly hitting your g-spot. "Mhmmm." you finally managed.

"Can you bend over f'me?"

You tried your best to comply, but Dazai wasn't making it easy. In fact, he was making it impossible. Every time you tried to move, he'd go deeper, practically pulling you towards him from the inside with the curl of his long fingers.

Your vision was blurry, your body forgetting how to move altogether as the two men fought over you like you were a toy that they were willing to break in half as long as it meant the other person couldn't have it anymore.

"I -" you whined, noticing the absolutely feral smirk spread across Dazai's face. "I'm gonna - fuck, I can't -"

As much as Chuuya wanted to murder him for making you cum first, he knew his turn was next and he was going to fuck you into oblivion. "I've got you." he breathed, still playing with your nipple and holding you in place. "You're okay, baby. Let it out. Oh, just like that. Good fuckin' girl."

Dazai panted as you soaked his fingers, greedily trying to draw another one out of you before Chuuya intervened. "Alright, enough." he said, carefully pulling you away from him. "Here." he said, guiding you so that your ass was arched up for him and your face was on the mattress.

He was just about to put it in when Dazai stopped him, swiftly wriggling himself out of his pants before sitting on the edge of the bed again and placing your head above his dick.

Chuuya ran a frustrated hand over his face, the last fucking thing he wanted to see was your pretty mouth wrapped around Dazai while he was inside of you, but he knew he didn't have a choice.

"Be easy on her," he warned him.

You looked up at Dazai with glazed over eyes as he smiled down at you, proud of his work. "You know I wouldn't hurt you, right angel?"

Your pussy throbbed at the way he was able to make such a reassuring question feel so sinister.

His cock was long and thick and you were quickly realizing just how hard it was going to be to not choke on it. You started off slow, letting him tangle his hand into your hair as you lolled your tongue out and pressed it against him.

"Oh, fuck." Dazai groaned watching you make your way up to his tip, graciously opening your mouth wider to accommodate him.

Chuuya was wildly annoyed but not at all surprised at how vocal Dazai was. He blocked it out by rubbing his tip between your folds, reeling in the way your back arched for him as he softly massaged your abused little clit.

You were moaning, doing your best not to lose your concentration from how intoxicatingly tender Chuuya was handling you.

Whereas Dazai had practically bullied an orgasm out of you, Chuuya was prepared to play the long game. He'd fuck you slow and deep for hours if that's what you wanted. He was determined to make you feel so good you wouldn't be able to remember any other words besides his name.

Once he was satisfied with how wet both of you were from your cum, Chuuya lined himself up with your entrance. "You ready baby?"

"Y - yes." You struggled, Dazai only letting you come up for air for a second before your head was promptly pushed back down again.

You whimpered, completely forgetting what you were doing when Chuuya entered you. His cock stretching you out more than you knew you were capable of. "Oh - mygod." You choked out, eyes pleading as you looked back at Dazai.

Surprisingly, he wasn't jealous. Wasn't instantly shoving your head back down to get you to focus on him. He was in a euphoric daze seeing how fucked-out you looked. Your eyes were full-on watering, your pussy wrapped so tight and snug around Chuuya.

Dazai's grip in your hair lightened, pulling you up but only so he could watch you from a better angle. He held your head in one hand and began stroking himself with the other. "Oh, angel. You love being fucked like that, don't you?"

You nodded pathetically, completely overstimulated by the feeling of Chuuya pounding into you and the beautiful sight of Dazai jerking himself off to you getting railed. "Say it." He smirked. "Use your words."

Chuuya groaned, it was the first time all night that he wasn't tuning Dazai out. His hips thrusted into you harder as you whined. "I - love." Your eyebrows knitted together, your mouth dropping open at how deep Chuuya suddenly was. "I love - it." You cried out. "I love it so fu - cking much."

Chuuya wasn't sure if Dazai was trying to hurt or help him by coaxing such depraved things out of you, but he was lost in the sound of your moans.

Your legs began to shake, your cunt pulsating as Chuuya's tip knocked against your cervix. "I -" your head shook, you felt like you were going to pass out. "I can't - s'too much, I'm gonna -"

"Let me feel it, baby." It was almost more of a beg than a command. "Let me feel that pretty pussy soak my cock."

Dazai's breathing hitched in his throat watching the two of you. The tears that were spilling down your pretty face and the guttural noises you were forcing out of the redhead so effortlessly. The way neither one of you were coherent anymore, too lost in the way your bodies were aching for one another to know anything else.

Dazai wasn't sure why it was doing this to him. Wasn't sure why he couldn't stop himself, but just as you started to cum, he did too. He shoved your mouth back around him, reveling in the shock and pleasure and absolute awe on your face as you swallowed every last drop he shot into your mouth.

Your body felt like it was convulsing. The three of you had somehow all managed to reach your climax in perfect, lewd, synchronicity. Dazai's cum was pooling down your chin while Chuuya filled you up from behind. A combination of both of your fluids mixing together and then squirting out of you when he finally pulled out with a heavy, "Oh, FUCK."

You collapsed into Dazai's lap, your legs refusing to hold you. Chuuya helped pull you up onto the bed as the three of you fell into the mattress with a thud. You laid in the middle of them, your head rested peacefully against Dazai's chest as you tried to stop the room from spinning.

"And you told me to go easy on her." Dazai mused, running his fingers through your hair.

Chuuya rolled over on his side, wrapping his arm around your waist as he placed a kiss on the back of your neck. "'Least I didn't get off watching her get railed by another dude." he sneered.

"Yeah, you're right." Dazai tsked, "Only thing that could've made it better is if it was by a taller man."

"Dazai, I swear to god -"

But their bickering came to a quick end when you began to shift against them.

"Hey," you mumbled dreamily, causing both of them to immediately revert back to petting you and leaving light kisses along your skin. "Could you shut the fuck up? I've gotta be up at 5 tomorrow to catch my flight."

Chuuya smirked and set an alarm on his phone. Truthfully, he was willing to let you talk to him however you wanted with what you'd done to him tonight.

He reluctantly pulled the comforter up over the three of you. As much as he didn't want Dazai in his room for another minute, you looked too content to move.

You had never felt more safe or secure than you did being smushed between the two of them. Their words were hazy as you began to doze off, two sets of strong arms wrapped around you.

"Y'know, I think I'll kinda miss her." Chuuya breathed.

"Me too," Dazai smiled, looking down at you. "She's our girl."

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[a-certain-romance]

She can hardly wait

Characters/Ships: Yae Miko x fem!reader & Dehya x fem!reader

Synopsis:

Warnings: Smut written by a minor, a/b/o dynamics (both) possessive tendencies (Miko), biting (Miko), fangs (Miko), mentions of blood (Miko), Praise (Dehya), Riding (Deyha)

In actuality, you had nothing against not wanting Miko to help you through your heat. But you couldn’t help but be somewhat wary of the person she would become when the cycle gets to her.

So when your heat came around the corner and you avoided her as best as you could, this sly fox decides to make no interference whatsoever. If you really think you can handle it alone, so be it. She won’t stop you. Miko knows you’ll need her eventually. It’s only a matter of time until you come crawling to her with tears in your eyes.

In fact, she’ll do things to purposely tease the shit out of you. Showing off her legs more, whispering in your ear with a breathy voice, lingering touches too close for comfort. “I’m sure you must have a good reason to keep this from me. But dear, wouldn’t your rather let me take it from here, hmm?”

She wants you to beg for it. Her favorite part about this whole process is how weak and willing you would undoubtedly become. Miko can smell your desire from a mile away so it’s only a matter of time. She finds this whole idea laughable. What am I going to do, break you? She’s debating it.

It’s all fun and games to her. That is until, your scent starts to attract the attention of others. Left and right, men & women approach you more often, offering their their “assistance” to help satisfy their your needs.

And it ticked Miko off. Tch, like they can do any better. Perhaps she spent too much watching you tremble and not enough time doing anything about it. It’s about time she gives you what you’ve been aching for.

“My, you are desperate little thing” her index finger slides slowly down your stomach. “Tell me. Would you have said yes to them? Those faceless scoundrels who don’t know you like I do.”

“Never, Miko—“

“That’s right, because you’re mine. I’m the only one who can make you feel this good” She taps her finger firmly at your entrance in a familiar pattern. Three, two, one…one, two, three.

“Alright, I believe I’ve teased you long enough. It’s about time to let the world know who you belong to, don’t you think?”

Her pointed teeth pierce the skin right above your collarbone. At the same time, Miko slides the end of her cock past your folds. With that, every sensation becomes heightened. Even though it’s only the tip, you arch yourself close to her.

“Well aren’t you needy” She swipes a bit of blood off her pointed fangs as she smirks down at you. “It’s only just the tip. I’ve barley touched you yet.” Miko leans down to lick your wound clean.

“There. If anyone should dare to defy this mark, they shall answer to me. Now let’s finish this, shall we?”

Dehya on the otherhand is the polar opposite of Miko. She would drop everything to be with you if you called for her. She’s on you in seconds the minute she smells you flare up. Deyha’s managed to keep track of the time of your cycles so she can prepare accordingly. She’s been with you long enough to know the signs: flushed cheeks paired with a stronger scent and a little bit of extra clinginess. It makes her wonder why you’re hiding this time around.

Deyha brings a bag of overnight clothes to your place where you’ve been isolating yourself. She finds you huddled in a pile of blankets, sweating profusely. Only this time it wasn’t because of Sumeru’s intense weather.

“Missed me?”

You mumble out a response to which she shakes her head at. Before tending to your sexual needs, she forces you to drink a cup of water and removes a few blankets from your bed so they won’t get in the way later. You explain afterwards how Dehya’s involvement with Sumeru’s chaos lead to you decide to go through this one on your own since she seemed preoccupied with other matters. She lightly scolds you for not mentioning this sooner. Dehya doesn’t stay mad for too long though. Now that she’s here, she’s going to make you spend your day and night working through your heat.

“That’s it..that’s my girl. Think you can take it all the way?” Dehya opens your legs wider around her waist and pulls you close to her chest. It never fails to shock you how she can go from pampering you to pounding you at a moment’s notice.

She groans into your neck when she bottoms out. “You’re taking my cock so well baby”. Her hand caresses your cheek, “I’ll make you feel so good. I’m gonna start thrusting now, okay?”

Her stokes are languid as you get used to the position. But your intoxicating scent triggers a rut of her own. Her breath hitches. A new feeling suddenly being awoken. She brazenly pulls you you closer by the hips to meet her thrusts. The closer you are, the further she fucks her shaft into you.

“Nnh, please just hold still for me, like a good girl would” Dehya changes the angle to hit deeper than before. The way her cock drags against your walls feels heavenly. Despite this being your heat, she’s a whimpering mess trying to please the both of you.

“Baby, you feel so good,” she whispers close to your ear, “Such a good girl. I need to—“

Her the throbbing head repeatedly knocks against your cervix. She swells, pulls out, and shoots her load on your stomach. Your slick still continues to drip from between your legs; your satisfaction not entirely met. You still need Dehya’s help. And that means you’re going to let her take you however she wants, right?

[koushisbabie]

where were we?

imagine! Tsukishima x reader

summary: you and Tsukishima are studying, but little do you know, he is crushing mad hard on you...

genre: fluff!

word count: 1.5k

It’s late, and the library is quiet save for the occasional page turning and the gentle scratch of pen on paper. Somewhere there is a clock ticking faintly. You rest your head in your palms, eyelids threatening to close with each minute that passes.

            ‘Oi.’ A sharp tap on your forehead brings you to focus, and you snap you attention to your companion. ‘Don’t fall asleep.’

            Tsukishima pushes his glasses up and fixes you with a stern look. ‘You’ll get drool all over your workbook,’ he smirks.

            ‘It must be almost midnight,’ you say, searching for your phone, ‘shouldn’t we call it a night? I don’t know how much more I can take.’

            ‘Is that so?’

            ‘We’ve been at this for hours,’ you whine, ‘I need to rest.’

            ‘You’ve barely touched your textbook,’ Tsukishima points out. He turns back to his own book, content with his progress for the evening.

            ‘But I’m tired…’ you yawn. ‘Just a little nap, five minutes, I promise,’ you say, cradling your head on the tabletop. You close your eyes to Tsukishima’s annoyed expression. ‘Just five minutes.’

            Minutes pass, and you are well passed out. Tsukishima takes a moment to look at you, really taking in the sight of your hair sprawled around your face, soft and messy, never staying in place for too long. Your eyelashes pretty and delicate against your cheekbones, the smattering of sunspots evident across the bridge of your nose, proof that you do in fact go outside from time to time. Your mouth is slightly open, the gentlest of snores escaping between your lips. You looks peaceful, he thinks, how tired you are from doing next to nothing today, he cannot reason why. Rolling his eyes, he places his large hand on your head, gently patting your hair like he was patting a sleeping cat.

            The blush that crept across his cheeks grew too warm and the fluttering in his belly too active for his liking. He glances around, brows furrowed in annoyance, thankfully, no one was watching this play out.

‘I guess there’s no harm in it,’ Tsukishima mutters. He pushes his seat backward, stretching his legs. He heads outside and down the stairs to the vending machine.

Fresh air is a welcome sensation, the crisp taste of the nighttime cool against his heated cheekbones. It has not been long since he began feeling oddly self-conscious around you, wondering whether you actually enjoy his company for him, or whether you are just bored of your own friends. It might as well be clear that you are not using him as a tutor since you just fall asleep during a study session. For a time, he actually thought you hung around him to get closer to Yamaguchi, believing he would be a better match for you then himself, but even when Yamaguchi was not around, you spent time with Tsukishima. He even began checking his hair before he left the bathroom, sometimes even twice. In class it was hard to focus, every time you raise your hand, your voice rings out with a tentative answer, Tsukishima’s belly does flips, fighting the urge to swivel in his seat and stare at you. It was bad enough that he stole glances every now and then, much to Yamaguchi’s amusement. It only took Yamaguchi nudging Tsukishima’s arm and winking in your direction for him to click onto the fact that maybe, just maybe, he likes you more than just a friend.

Tsukishima shakes the thought from his mind, his cheeks that had only just returned to normal are blushing furiously again. ‘Tch,’ he rolls his eyes, ‘what am I supposed to do with this?’

The vending machine hums quietly beside him, emitting enough glow to attract moths that flutter around Tsukishima. He presses some buttons and feeds several silver coins into the machine. The drinks thud into the reception and with a small sigh, he makes his way back up to the library where, he discovers, you are still sleeping soundly.

The tiniest drool glistens on your hand, Tsukishima notices as he pulls out his chair. He places the drinks loudly on the table, the vibration enough to wake you from your slumber.

‘What happened?’ You ask, your voice husky from sleep. You look at him with wide eyes, and his heart skips a beat.

‘Nothing,’ he says, quickly looking away, ‘here, caffeine.’

‘I’m not sure it’s a good idea to have caffeine this late,’ you say hesitantly.

Tsukishima shrugs. ‘Don’t finish this chapter then,’ he says nonchalantly, ‘and I’ll drink both.’ He follows this with a small smirk.

You grimace, cracking open the drink and taking a sip. You wipe your mouth on the back of your hand. ‘Fine, you win,’ you say, smiling at him. ‘Thank you.’ You lick your lips with the tip of your tongue. Unaware that Tsukishima is watching you with eagle eyes, wondering how soft your lips would feel against his neck. His face warms, and he shifts in his seat nervously.

You lean over the table to peer closely at his textbook, a clear view down your shirt the further you lean toward him, your face dangerously close to his. ‘Now, where were we?’

Tsukishima falters, the blush threatening to creep across his face again, but he quickly covers it up as he pushes his glasses up. He glances from your chest to your lips to your eyes, wide and wondering. It would only take a second to kiss you, he thinks, but how perverted would you think he is, staring down your shirt and then kissing you out of the blue, and during a study session! But then, you might like it, you might melt into his grasp… Or you might push him away, disgusted by his advances, ‘We’re just friends, what the hell are you doing?’ Your voice rings in his ears.

‘Tsukishima?’ You say, hesitantly. Your brows furrowed with concern, your perfect pout pink and so close to him. ‘Are you okay?’

He tries to push the thought from his mind, clearing his throat. ‘Page eighty-seven,’ he murmurs, averting his gaze. You frown slightly, blush dusting your cheekbones. You linger for a moment too long, and he glances back at you, meeting your eyes.

How long had it been since he first saw you? When you were dashing through the corridor, late for your club activity, and bumping into him, apologising profusely. The day you asked him to check over your homework before you handed it in, he looked at you with narrow eyes, ‘you’re the one who ran into me, aren’t you?’ he had asked, ‘are you late to hand in your work as well?’. To which you had replied with something witty, but he could not remember what, he was busy trying to figure out what colour your eyes were. The next time he had seen you was when you volunteered to help Yachi take photos, and you waved at him wildly from across the court, distracting and earning him a few suggestive winks from his teammates. You always did that, distracted him when you moved to his class, when you continued to show up with Yachi, and when you started studying with him.

Every time, he found himself drawn to you – and he never wanted to admit it, but here he is, staring wide-eyed at your pretty face, your sweet breath just inches from him, alone in the quiet library on a normal Wednesday evening.

Fuck it. Tsukishima’s hands cup your face, bringing you closer to his, and bridges the gap. Indeed, your lips are as soft as he had imagined, and as warm as he had hoped. His chest is hammering hard, and he is sure you can hear it.

You seem to have frozen, he realises, and he pulls back sheepishly.

‘I, uh,’ Tsukishima blushes, brows furrowed, looking for an excuse. It is not every day he gets embarrassed, but he has done it now, he thinks. ‘Sorry, I don’t –’

‘You don’t what?’ You ask quickly. ‘You don’t like me?’

Tsukishima’s eyes widen, his heartbeat in his ears. ‘That’s not what I was going to say,’ he says, eyes narrowing, he pouts.

You search his face, his skin a pretty, pink blossom. ‘You do, don’t you?’ You grin.

Tsukishima scowls, unsure how to react, and nothing witty comes to mind. Never in a million years did he expect to be confessing during an interrogation. He rolls his eyes.

‘I knew it,’ you say confidently. ‘No one blushes like you do around me.’

‘Oh, shut it,’ Tsukishima says, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

‘Make me,’ you say, smirking against his lips.

author note: a little drabble, hope you enjoy!

[kitorin]

how they react when they catch you simping for a fictional character

pairings. shidou ryusei x gn!reader, itoshi rin x m!reader, mikage reo x gn!reader (separate)

contents. crack, smau, a sexual joke and a half (it's just ryusei being ryusei) shinonome akito slander (I'M SORRY I PROMISE I LOVE HIM BUT RIN DOESN'T), exposing my taste in men, written all in lowercase, spoilers for sounds of a summer event (project sekai)

a/n. i thought of this bc i questioned if i liked rin or akito more 😭, and sorry for rin's being so long since i had the most ideas for him :>. i also have no confidence with crack so please bear with me and it's my first smau

shidou ryusei - seong taehoon (how to fight / viral hit)

when he caught you gawking at the new viral hit chapter, taehoon specifically, he immediately joined you (as he should)

he straight up yelled "smash" at that one scene where taehoon's snacking and he's wearing a tight shirt so you can see all of his muscles

he begs you to re read the series with them, and now you two read each update every week together, fully engaged in the story and taehoon's abs

attempts to recreate all of taehoon's kicks (i headcanon that does taekwondo and has a black belt :>), proudly shows them off to you, with a huge grin on his face (please fawn over him too)

also extensively practices so he can show them off by incorporating them into soccer somehow (doesn't matter if it ain't practical he just wants to impress you), and if he ever has to use them on anyone making you uncomfortable

he probably has a folder in his gallery dedicated to every panel he loves (which is basically all) and recreates his absolute favs (with you as his photographer)

makes a lot of jokes about being in love with taehoon (so do you), but he'd stop them if they made you uncomfortable, and reassures you that a drawing can't compare to how sweet, amazing and perfect you are

honorable mentions to baek seongjun being his second favourite

wants you to do taekwondo as well cause now he has a thing for it after discovering taehoon

"i swear to god men who do taekwondo and can actually fight are so hot,"

"isn't that you?"

"... you don't agree with me...?"

"no you have a brilliant point"

itoshi rin - shinonome akito (project sekai)

during the sounds of a summer festival event you spent so much time glued to your phone, full combo-ing literally every hard, expert, and master song you possibly could, leveling up all character ranks, sacrifice countless of hours of sleep (if it's for akito it's very much worth it), and even contemplate spending money

you even tweeted about how badly you need him

rin notices the bags under your eyes, and the lack of sleep you had been getting, he's worried and when he asks you you're too focused on the event story to even register what he says, as you're on the brink of sobbing at young akito and ena

he observes as well, and immediately is jealous of how much of your attention this fictional character was receiving from you

as you're about to spend another few hours grinding, he stops you

"dumbass you need to sleep, and give your eyes a break"

"no i don't, i need summer festival akito,"

"who and what?"

soon you're rambling on how much akito's backstory and struggles already hurt, and how wholesome yet painful the event story was, with akito quitting soccer and ena encouraging him to give music a try, and it only nurtures rin's envy

"you're going to cry for a ginger guy who quit soccer and started his ambition because of his older sister? how lukewarm,"

"yes i am?? and he looked cute as a child and now he's a pretty boy with the best vocals. their event cards are beautiful too i need them. didn't you start soccer because of sae anyways?"

"tch"

"rin... are you jealous?"

"... no, i just don't get what you see in this idiot. i never quit soccer when it got hard and i know how to persevere, i don't give up, i don't experience despair when someone's better than me-"

"so you're jealous,"

"no"

"rin you always have and always will be my number 1. akito can't do anything you've done for me, and can't even compare to how pretty you are,"

"damn right,"

despite being salty, he still installs the game to read the stories, out of pure curiosity and wants to understand what kind of stuff you like

he ends up adoring ena and akito's relationship (the supportive part only ofc), as well as tsukasa and saki's (and secretly wishes sae was as affectionate as shizuku since she reminds him of sae in the past)

you do not shut up when you seem him struggle with hitorinbo envy on master

"I THOUGHT YOU SAID AKITO WAS LUKEWARM,"

"he is, i was just curious why you liked the stories so much,"

"YOU SPENT EVERY FREE CRYSTAL ON THE FIND A WAY OUT EVENT AND NOW GRINDING FOR MORE,"

"... i want his boyfriend"

"YOU READ THE MAIN STORY TOO ?! and you don't need touya you have me"

"THAT'S HOW I FELT ABOUT AKITO,"

"YOU FEEL INFERIOR TO A LUKEWARM GINGER?"

mikage reo - kang tae moo (business proposal)

he heard you squealing at a scene of tae moo getting flustered after sunghoon suggested his feelings for hari

he thought that you were having a heart attack and thought something was wrong

reo doesn't even need the show's context to be invested immediately, as he joins you and watches with great interest

after seeing you simp over tae moo, in secret, he binge watches the rest of the series in attempt to mimic any romantic scenes

full on posts the "do you know what my credit card and my love for y/n have in common? they simply have no limit" on his not very private twitter account, and it leaves you flustered by all the comments saying how lucky you are and their jealousy

deletes any comment revealing the source of that line (silently apologises to the writer(s) and credits ahn hyo seop for its brilliant execution)

little does he know nagi made a tweet exposing him

also recreates other cute scenes from the show, and starts looking for more kdramas to watch and recreate (still gets fully absorbed in the plot and dialogue)

innocently smiles when you realize he's just a kang tae moo copycat

"i didn't copy him i'm the inspiration behind him, rich, smart, pretty and utter perfection,"

"i can't deny the second part... i can't believe nagi's seen business proposal,"

"wait what?"

©kouyun : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

[majeoeje]

You smell like the sun

Geto Suguru X Reader

I cant say i miss you out loud. But i'll make it up to you and say it in every breath

It was a tiring afternoon. It was a rare occasion for you to be paired up with Suguru for a mission knowing Suguru was more suited paired up with Satoru considering how unstoppable the strongest sorcerers were when together. But you'd be lying if you said it didn't drilled a hole in your heart out of jealousy. He was your best friend first after all?!?

"Suguru, you wanna check out that new ice cream shop next saturday?" You asked playing picking out dirt and leaves out of his hair from the previous fight, seating comfortably on your bed as he on the floor faced the other way between your legs. Casually reading the news like some old man, waiting for you to finish, knowing well it could easily fall off in the shower even if you didn't cleaned it for him

"Ugh,i'd love to. But maybe later. Satoru and i have that mission for a couple of days remember?" You were honestly spent hearing his name come out of his mouth every single time. You failed to listen to Suguru's rambling about his star something something vessel something something mission.

"First name basis now i see." you say so passive aggresive it could compete ones of a religious white woman, pointing out 'satoru' in his sentence. The only thing he said that sticked to your mind really.

Well in fact they have been in a first name basis for a while now, but you just choose to be petty and mention it everytime you hear his wretched name came out of your best friend's mouth.

That's right. You were friends with Suguru, for as long as you could remember. You do have other friends but you like to think it's unlike each other.

Even if you go around and hung out with any other people, you know you'd always come find each other at the end of the day. It's a special connection really..... So you just can't imagine anyone could just come in and break it all apart.

But even so...

The mere mention of Gojo Satoru could just make you barf. Who does he think he is stealing YOUR best friend every damn time??

"Tch." you unconciously scoffed. Your attitude has became a force of habit by now, pushing Suguru off of you by the back of his head, scowling like a child.

You heard an endeared laugh, deepening the frown that permanently framed your face. He now turns around to face you, with a smile you knew all too well, you can't go days without seeing really... But his efforts in clearing Gojo's name only fell to deaf ears.

Saying how 'he's not that bad' or how 'he's actually fun to be around with' does not help his case.

"Oh don't be mad my honey bunches, i'll treat you a double layered cookies n cream ice cream when i'm back" he says, his shitty nickname could give millions of people an ick. But that's not what offended you the most.

Because here he was acting as if he could swoon you again...... with ice cream??? as if he wasn't out and about with his concubine yet again?!?

Well yes..

Yes he could.

"Well... that petname is downright blasphemous but i'll ignore it for the offer" you say, smiling as you turned him around again and pulled him closer

He could only muse at how easily swayed you always were, winning you over with simple things, decorating your face with such a priceless smile. A smile that he may or may not had haunt his dreams

You continued to pick up the dirt and leaves out of his hair, him giving in into your touch once again, as he rested his head on your thigh

It has been a while since you two hunged out, so he was rightfully acting extra annoying today, you know... to make up for the loss times.

He just wanted to hold you actually.

"Oi. i'm done. Don't sleep on me again or i'll let you sleep on the floor" your threats only seems to go to one ear to another as he cuddled your thigh

You rolled your eyes, it's not like you minded but you don't really have the energy to pick him up from the floor right now, coming with a mischevious idea when his rock hard head won't budge out of the way.

"Oh shit Sug..." You picked something from his scalp "Is this....lice?"

Suguru's eyes shot open tensing up facing you once again with a priceless look

"WHERE?!" He said, panic rising to his face as he visibly jolted

You wheezed at his reaction, knowing how much he put so much care and attention into his hair.

"Oh you little-" your laughters could be heard echoing the room as he jumped on the bed,putting you into a headlock before unrelentlessly ruffling your hair as revenge

"AAAAAGGHHH!-"

His stomach was sore from laughing, making an opening for you!

You managed to escape his grasp finally. Huffing for air before he started to wrestle you.

Before you knew it, you were pinned to the bed by him.

You could smelled the scent of earth lingering in his clothes, while his hair smelled like the sun. It really felt like you two were just back from messing around on the forest back at your village.

Back then, curses was a once in a month fight Suguru had to endure, but now it was like a daily meal for him. You're worried most of the times for him, but you're glad there's still some sense of him left, even now.

Though part of you can't help but wished it stayed as simple as it was back then

"Okayy champ..you win. Now get off." you say, trying to pry his arms off from you

"Nah..this is nice, i think i'll stay like this for a bit" he laughed at your groaning. He really was being genuine when he said this was nice. But taunting you was an added bonus

It has been a long time since you two were cuddled up like this. Just two platonic friends cuddling...Nothing else. There's nothing weird in that.

He closed his eyes murmuring something under his breath, you couldn't exactly hear as you were lost in your thoughts, reminicing the past, as you do.

"What was that Suguru?"

....

..

"...hm?..nothing..."

It was something along the lines of 'i missed you' but he was too prideful to really say it out loud, opting to just close his eyes again from the sunlight that hits his face

"Don't fall asleep suguru" you say, not making a effort to move either, as you felt your eyes getting harder to keep open.

"I won't"

...

..

.

he dozed off minutes after saying that

[vrisrezis]

Hey gojo x reader……… question mark?

I’m alive, so stop messaging me.

Satoru pouts as he reads your message.

It’s not like him to worry, the guy barely has any care in the world and he doesn’t think he’s exactly wrong for that. He’s one of the strongest men in the world, he’s gorgeous, he has a great best friend, and has a flirty personality that makes anyone fall for him. He has everything going right in his life.

All except for you.

You’re the one thing in his life that doesn’t seem to work in his favor. The guy has liked you for years at this point, and he couldn’t be more obvious to the fact he likes you, but you pay him absolutely no mind. Whenever he asks you what kinda guys your into, you mention Beyoncé. First of all, that’s not even a guy. You’re completely dodging his question!

And that’s how it is most of the time. You either pay no attention to him or refuse any of his advances and give him absolutely no hints as to who you’re into romantically or what it is you like in a person. The only reason he found out you had an ex was through shoko, and even when he asked you about her, you absolutely refused to describe what she was like.

As usual, he was texting you like crazy. He often did this, but today he was being sappy. He kinda just got really caught up in his feelings, thinking about all the times you two spent together and he couldn’t help himself! But honestly, seeing you message him back that, annoyed him. He knows you probably thought he was being his annoying self, the two of you were friends and he often annoyed you while you acted like you hated him jokingly.

Texting you bestie lets make out with a random cat meme probably does seem like he’s messing with you though. But he truly meant what he said.

You guys have been friends for so long now though, it’s hard for you to take anything he says seriously. He gets it, since he does the same thing to suguru but still. It’s annoying.

He sighs deeply, hand on cheek as he stares at his friend in front of him across the table.

“I just don’t remember dating being so hard!”

Other thing is, you ignore his attempts at flirting while suguru screams of laughter in the corner. He gets so mad at him every single time it happens, but you can’t help but laugh at sugurus laughing fits whenever this happens.

But that’s just the thing isn’t it?

You always laugh at suguru. Never him. You’re constantly annoyed by him, actually. You’re so close with suguru, and it’s not like you aren’t close with him too but it’s different. You spend time with suguru after school, and the only time he gets to spend time with you outside of just class is if suguru is around.

It’s always suguru.

Do you like him?

Suguru lets out a light laugh, “since when do you have experience with dating?” suguru jabs, and satoru looks at him bewildered.

“What do you mean?! Ladies are after me like, all the time! Even the guys sometimes!”

Suguru sighs with a shrug and a light hearted smile, “just because girls like you doesn’t mean you have experience in dating. Last time I checked you’ve never actually liked somebody before y/n.”

“Tch. Easy for you to say.” satoru mumbles, but suguru seems too busy laughing at his phone. Satoru raises a brow, “who are you texting?”

“The devil.” he says, and satoru immediately knows that it’s you based off of his answer. He groans again, putting his face in his hands. “You gotta be kidding me.” he says, his speech mumbled. Suguru isn’t paying attention.

If suguru liked you back, he’s giving satoru no signs. At least not vocally, but satoru peaks through his fingers and sees the red tint on his cheeks and… has suguru ever smiled at him like that? His best friend? No. He’s not familiar with that giddy grin.

Suguru probably doesn’t want to tell him, cause he knows of satorus feelings. Sugurus a nice guy like that, but it makes sense why his friend hasn’t been of much help to him.

Sugurus a nice guy, he doesn’t blame you. He’d date suguru if he were you, too. Maybe a part of him finds suguru attractive. Suguru. Suguru. Suguru.

Suguru.

He thinks of him till his name is the only thing on his brain, and as he looks at him softly smile at the phone, he comes to a realization.

Why didn’t he realize it sooner?

Satoru is in love with his two best friends, and he’s insanely jealous of the fact they seem to be in love with eachother, rather than him.

[ashtronomyys]

Roast Chicken

The entire week had been pretty shit for Simon. A new group of recruits brought all kinds of new trouble, arrogance, and disobedience that higher-ups like him needed to wring out of the soldiers. Then about halfway through the week, Price informed him of some errors with the last round of paperwork. So, late-night tea time was spent huddled over his desk scrounging through stacks of documents till his eyes gave out on him.

And to top thing's off, the mini rec room shared between the squadron had a run-in with an ant infestation. Simon had planned to put a kettle on the stove when he rounded the corner and found Gaz spraying the bug killer along the floor.

"Oh hey! Sorry mate, looks like someone beat us to it this morning." Gaz stops to stomp on a few particularly stubborn ants hiding along the tile. "Woke up this morning to make a pot of coffee and the bastards were in the bloody coffee pot! I think I got most of them, but you might want to be careful, yeah? They were all over the counters earlier."

"Which counters?!" Simon's voice comes out harsher than intended, already fearing the worst. Sure enough, Gaz gestures along the far right counter. Simon nearly rips the handle off the cabinet while he's opening it. One look inside and the last bit of life in Simon's body leaves and shatters on the ground.

His Yorkshire tea. All the boxes he stockpiled. Now swarmed to the top with little black ants making the tea bags their new home.

So yeah, it wouldn't be a stretch to say that this week had been one of the hardest on his psyche in a long while. It was almost a blessing that the snarky little sergeant that was usually at his side was off on leave. He had the tendency to test his limits when it came to Simon. And one wrong joke with the lieutenant this week may wind up being the last one the sergeant makes.

"You sure those are the only reasons why you've been a right pain in the ass this week Simon?" Price had asked. The masked man shot daggers back at his captain.

"What else would I have to be mad about Price?" He handed the daunting stack of papers back to Price. The man chuckled behind his paper mug, hiding a smirk. "Nothing. Nothing... Well anyways, in unrelated news, Soap should be back in tomorrow! I'm sure he'd love to hear all the stories of your woes and misfortunes this week."

"Tch, I'm sure. He's not going to let me hear the end of it." He's going to have material for weeks when Gaz tells him about the yelling and crying he did when he was tossing out his tea.

"Oh lighten up Simon. You /know/, I'd hazard a guess that you actually missed the man more than you're letting yourself believe."

Simon lets out a cut-off laugh at that one. "I'd hazard a guess that you've lost it, old man!"

"Oh alright, I'm not even /that/ older than you!" Price shakes his head at him. "On that note, you're dismissed. Go and get some shut-eye," he stops to give him a once-over. "You need it."

Simon tosses another side-eye at the older man before he leaves. Once his door closes, Price groans to himself. "That boy could not come back soon enough..."

The next day, Simon wakes up with s scowl still on his face. The energy he sends off as he walks through the halls of the base sends chills down everyone's spines. It's as if he's singing the air around him with a black haze of /Do not come near me/.

That is, until the end of the day. As he nears the (now freshly cleaned out) rec room of the 141, a smell draws his attention. He can hear the sizzle of something cooking on the stovetop and the clatter of drawers being pulled. The savory smell drifts from the small kitchen and spills out into the hallway, tempting Simon to investigate further. Like a moth to the flame, he enters the room in a hunger-driven daze, coming to a stop at the entrance.

Oh, of course, that's who was drawing him in. It was honestly pretty comical how domestic the sight Simon walked onto was. Johnny had his back to him while he stirred a pan on the stovetop. A radio played some generic, slow tunes and he swayed his hips to the rhythm while he cooked. He must've just come back, seeing as he was still wearing his civies (a generic grey tee and figure-hugging pair of jeans) and his duffel bag was sitting on the couch.

Here, the sizzle of the skillet was even louder. The aroma of sauteed meat and spices was overpowering now, causing Simon's stomach to rumble. Johnny whipped his head around, his face lighting up when he saw who was by the entrance.

"Heyya Lt! Where've ye been?! I didn't see ya with the welcoming party at the gate." He turned to lower the heat on the stove, letting the food simmer. Turning back to Simon, he crossed his arms and gave the man an accusatory look, jutting the side of his mouth with his tongue as he spoke. "If ah' didn't know any better, ah'd say you didn't even miss me!"

"You wish Johnny," Simon huffed. "Been busy. Training ran late and a few of the soldiers needed a little... we'll say /positive reinforcement/" That positive reinforcement being several laps around the training field for a few too many pointed remarks about the mask.

"Aah, so that's yer excuse," Johnny jabs back. He bounds up to the lieutenant, not backing down despite the heated glare he gets from him. Instead, he comes up and fist bumps his shoulder, a lopsided smirk playing on his face.

"Bah, ah'm sure it's nothin' my ole Lt couldn't handle, aye?" He pats his back, his hand staying there as he transfixes Simon with a more serious stare. "Well anyways, it's good to see ye again, Si."

Simon doesn't know what it is about Johnny, but it's moments like this where the older man questions just how the hell he ended up in a situation like this. The hand on his back almost seems to soothe the embers that have been on fire ever since this week started. It's as if all the stress and tension he's held onto begins to slide off his shoulders the second Johnny blinds him with that wide, toothy smile.

God, he's so fucked.

A louder grumble from his stomach breaks the silence between the two. Johnny jumps excitedly, the thought of his food likely brought back to his mind.

"Oh! Are ya hungry?! Ah' almost forgot, I brought some leftover roast my ma and I made. C'mon, ye've got to try it!" He's already moving to fix a plate up for him before he can even respond.

Fuck it, he could give in to the seargant and pig out after the week he's been having.

With the dish finally in front of him, he has to admit, it looks pretty damn appetizing. Pieces of leftover chicken roast with traces of ground pepper, garlic, thyme, lemon, and other ingredients mixed in with carrots and other vegetables greet him. Johnny makes his own plate, leaving Simon to try it for himself.

He skewers a piece of the chicken, lifting the edge of his mask up and bringing it to his face. The first bite of the savory meat nearly elicits a groan from Simon. Maybe it's the stress he's been under, or maybe it's just that good. Either way, he finds himself getting lost in the dish.

Something about the chicken and the way it was prepared brings back memories of his own childhood. It wasn't often that they'd have the time or energy to indulge in very many different kinds of dishes. He still remembers one of the rare off chances that they did, barely tall enough to see over the counter but still helping his mom labor over the roast. Knocking into his brother Tommy who kept wanting to fight him over who got to do what. Simon watched one of the few fleeting moments of joy from his childhood as if he were watching an old recording. It was like he was living through the experience again, decades of trauma and heartache a distant sting. The taste of freshly roasted chicken on his tongue bringing back memories of the chill in the winter air, the soft glow of fire in the furnace, the soft vibration of his mother's laugh...

"...ye alright Simon?" the sergeant had gently asked. Simon jolted from where he sat, blinking away the wetness from his eyes. Since when the hell had he been crying?

The man cleared his throat, voice coming out more hoarse than he would've liked it to be when he spoke. "Y-yeah, yeah. Yeah, I'm uh..." His tone shifted back into the gravely vibrato he usually uses. His heartstrings felt rubbed raw from the vision. "Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

He stole a brief glance back toward Johnny. The man was sitting across from him at the table (and since when did he get there?). He stared back at him with wide eyes and a slice of chicken hung limply from his fork.

"Ehm... right, emm... no reason." He also cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, no doubt trying to shake off the uneasiness hanging in the air. "So um, h-how do ye like the food?"

The soft smile he gives Simon manages to settle some of his fried nerves. One of the nice things about the seargant is how swiftly he can handle the perturbances that seem to follow him. Either be a shoulder to cry on or give him the space he needs. Simon figures he ought to return the favor, at least try and lighten the mood a little. "Hmm, could've used less garlic."

Johnny actually gawks at him for that response. "Wha- /rude/!" Simon's happy to see the man break into a laugh, throwing his head back and shaking. "Ya fuckin' bawbag!" SImon doesn't hide the smirk that begins to spread across his face.

"Ach well, I was trying to follow my ma's recipe. She popped in to help towards the end but ehm, maybe ah've got a bit of learning to do still." He chuckles, but Simon notices the way his gaze drops back down. How his eyes bore into the chicken, self-doubt emanating off the man. Whether over the chicken or Simon, he can't tell.

"It's perfect Johnny," the lieutenant speaks just above a whisper. "It's my favorite actually, reminds me of home." There's another pause before he continues. "You should make it again sometime."

Their eyes meet again. Brown eyes, typically dark and gloomy and hiding layers of suffering shine brightly in the dying light. And bright blue eyes, who's edges usually give way to tumultuous, rocky waves soften into a rooted, tranquil state.

"Och, of course. Anytime Si." Johnny pushes out from the table. Grabbing dishes to stack in the sink, he pats Simon's shoulder as he passes by. Any lingering stress hanging in him melts away at the touch. "Glad to be back Lt."

He hums in acknowledgement. Simon relaxes into the seat and watches him deftly drown plates and pans into the sink water.

"Glad to have you back Johnny." He's rewarded with a beaming smile thrown back over his shoulder. And a nice view of Johnny swaying his hips to the music in pants that really fit him way too well.

/Fucking Christ/, he's so fucked.

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Once again got inspiration after one of Samuel Roukin's live signings. Someone asked what his favorite dish was and he proudly exclaimed "my mom's roast chicken!" So now it's Simon's favorite as well, sorry I don't make the rules.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1169: Roy V. Alucard (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

10:21 a.m. at Smash Town's Local Park.........

Roy: (Places his on the Table and Shows Off his Crunch Up Looking Habd with a Cocky Smirk on his Face) Alright, gramps! Since you're centuries years old, allow me reintroduce you to the Essence of Arm Wrestling. It's-

Alucard: A sport that tests the two competitors' strengths as well as how long they could endure their grip for every passing second until one of them eventually gives in. Is that correct?

Roy: (Stares at the Vampire Fpr a Brief Second Before Clicking his Teeth a Little) Okay, so maybe you do have some actual knowledge in ya.

Alucard: (Forms a Small Smirk) Naturally. I spent almost my entire youth learning about various sports and customs the outside society has to offer at the time.

Roy: (Starts Nodding a Bit) Hm. Not bad. (Starts Smirking Again) For the oldest nerd in town.

Ludwig: (Standing Next to Where his Brother is Sitting) Roy.

Roy: (Casually Shrugs) Hey, I'm just saying it like it is. Besides, It's not too surprising considering you're his even nerder student.

Ludwig: I considered that a formidable honor. (Rolls his Eyes) Its far better than being a competitive brute.

Roy: ('Heh') You missin' out. (Uses his other Arm to Flex his Muscles) Cuz this brute has more skills than your egg shaped brain could ever hope of obtaining.

Ludwig: And yet those skills of yours hardly ever saved you from getting below average grades from most of the classes you've took thus far.

Roy: (Rolls his Eyes in Annoyance) So I got few C's, D's, and only one measly F a year or two ago, big freaking deal! I could easily get better grades this year coming up.

Ludwig: (Crosses his Arms) Oh you will. Because we are going to start tutoring you once we go back to the academy in the next few days.

Roy: ('Groans') Come on, bro, I don't need a tutoring sess- Wait, we?

Ludwig: Master, Grandmother, and I

Maria: (Smiles Brightly at Roy) Your father has requested us to help tutor you for the foreseeable future~

Roy: (Couldn't Believe What He's Hearing) You're kidding.

Alucard: (Simply Nodded) It's the truth. He also wanted us to inform you that he will not hesitate to forbid you from participating in any scheduled wrestling matches if you decline our assistance.

Roy: (Facepalms Himself While Groaning Some More) ('Ugggh') Seriously, pops!?

Ludwig: (Shrugs) What more can we say? They were all his demands, not ours.

Roy: (Rolls his Eyes Some More While Sighing in Defeat) Yeah and now I'm choking on them. So can we get this match started already or what?

Alucard: Yes, I believe we've killed enough time as it is. (Grab onto Roy's Hand) Best of luck to you, boy.

Roy: (Starts Smirking Again) ('Tch') Pretty sure only one in need of luck is you, old timer. Get ready.....Set.......GO-

'Slam'

Roy's eyes start to widen up as he slowly turns to see Alucard's hand planted down on top of his.

Roy: What the!?

Ludwig: (Watched the Quickened Scebe Full Hand) Hm. I guess that's game then.

Maria: (Happily Claps For her Lover) Well done, Adrian!~ I couldn't be more prouder of you~

Alucard: Pity. (Casually Shrugs a Bit) And here I thought I would be given more of a challenge this morning.

Roy: (Angrily Jolt himself Up and Slams his Hand on the Table) Oh don't even try gettin' cocky with me, gramps! How the hell were you able to beat me that quickly!?

Alucard: I was born with strength equal that to full fledged vampires, so it wasn't difficult to outclass yours in a merely second or two.

Roy: Oh I'll show ya outclass once I'll get you back in the next round! (Place his Elbow Back on the Table with his Hand Crunched and Sticking Out) Best one outta two and I'm counting this time, so hurry up!

Alucard: ('Sigh') If you insist. (Grab Hold to Roy's Hand) Ready when you are.

Roy: ('Tch') Better be. One......Two......THREE-

'Slam'

Alucard's hand quickly slammed Roy's down on the table once more.

Ludwig: (Points his Habd Towards his Master) Another round goes to Master Alucard.

Maria: (Happily Claps) Yay!~

Roy: (Growls in Anger Before Bringing His Elbow and Hand Back Up) Best two outta three!

Alucard: Persistent one, aren't you?

Roy: Look who's talkin'? Now, another round! Come on-

'Slam'

Alucard's hand quickly slammed Roy's down on the table once more.

Ludwig: Another point to Alucard.

Roy: DAMNIT! Another round, let's go!

Alucard: Don't you think you're setting yourself up for another inevitable outcome?

Roy: Fat chance! I'll win this one in a heartbeat-

Twenty Four Minutes of Countless One-sided Arm Wrestling Matches Later...............

Roy: (Starts Panting)

Alucard: (Raises an Eyebrow) Let me guess: Another round?

Roy: Damn straight..........(Exhaustedly Bring his Elbow and Hand Back Up) Put 'em up.

Ludwig: ('Sigh') Just give it a rest already, Roy. You're clearly starting to tired out now.

Maria: (Starts Getting Worried) Do you need refreshments of any kind, dear?

Roy: I'll pass for now......(Uses his Other Arm to Wipe the Sweat Off his Forehead Before Pointing at his Brother) And I ain't throwing in the towel just yet!

Alucard: I would be lying if I say your determination isn't somewhat admirable. But I don't believe there's any shame of admitting defeat eventually.

Roy: ('Tch') Yeah, for losers. I'm a Koopa! And the Koopas don't quit until victory gets snatched by our big, grubby hands!

Ludwig: Is that the motto father made? (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) I could've sworn it was something different.

Roy: Nah that's the motto Junior made last year. As bratty as he is, that kid has heart.

Maria: (Gently Places her Hand on her Chest) Aww~

Ludwig: (Proudly Nodded at his Youngest Brother's Motto in Silence)

Alucard: Indeed. ('Sigh') Very well. Let us do one more round. (Grab onto Roy's Hand Once More) Sounds reasonable?

Roy: (Grins Competitively) Sounds good to me.

As Roy starts counting down to five, Alucard stares at him and begins to reminisce on his childhood years and how determined he was in besting the Master Librarian in a game of chess. He was far from the best player in the world and it took him years until he eventually got a win or two, but his unyielding determination was present throughout his trivial journey to victory and to the fire of passion burning in his opponent's eyes has brought something to the Dhampir had yet to feel, pride.

So, rather than adding yet another win to his tally, Alucard decides dial down on his vampire strength enough to let Roy give it his all in their final bout until eventually......his hand brought his down onto the table, much to his apprentice/ newly found grandson's surprise.

Ludwig: Roy, you.....finally beaten Alucard.

Maria: (Happily Applauds the Winner) Congratulations, dear!~

Roy: (Eyes Begins to Widened) I won? (Lowers his Shades Down to See his Hand Down on Top of Alucard's on the Table) Holy Crap.....I did it.(Starts Smiling) I actually did. (Jolt Himself Up From his Seat and Pump his Fist Up into the Sky) I FUCKING WOOOOOOOON! HEY EVERYONE, I'VE DONE IT! I BEAT THE PRINCE OF NIGHT OR WHATEVER AT ARN WRESTLING!!!

Before starts questioning who's Roy screaming at, a group of cheerleaders and his fellow wrestling classmates came out of a few bushes, running towards their winner and cheering in rejoice.

Maria: Oh my.

Ludwig: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) They were watching us this entire time?

Roy: Yep. I posted about our Arm Wrestling Match on the Wrestling Club Page long before we got here. Now let's go, folks! (Takes a Back Dive onto Many of his Classmates' Palms) We're heading to the Waffle Joint, breakfast on me!

The classmates and cheerleaders cheer once more and chanting the pharse " Roy's Our Boy!" before heading off to the restaurant together, leaving the more intelligent trio behind.

Ludwig: (Watches the Crowd Leave with his Brother Before Letting Out a Sigh) Seems like I'm never going to hear the end of this any time soon.....

Alucard: Let your brother celebrate his victory for now, Ludwig. (Forma a Small Smile on his Face) He earned it.

Maria: (Giggles a Bit) Admit it. You let him win there, didn't you?

Alucard: Perhaps I did. And perhaps maybe I saw a tiny bit of myself into him for brief moment and decided to give one of my faithful grandsons a bone for once.

Ludwig: You're really taking this grandparent role to strive, aren't you, sir?

Alucard: (Simply Nodded with a Small Sincere Smile on his Face) Naturally. I promised myself that I would fulfill that role to the Smash Family and I attend om doing so until the bitter end.

Maria: (Happily Hugs Ludwig) Me too!~ It has always been one of my dreams to form and be part of a larger family and from tis day forward, I shall become the grandmother who will give you all the love and guidance each of you need, as well as spoiling you rotten to the core~ (Starts Kissing on Ludwig's Cheek)

Ludwig: (Chuckles Ticklishly by Maria's Kisses) Really don't have to go out of you way to do all that, but.....We truly appericate it all the same.

Alucard: Much obliged. Now. (Finally Gets Himself Up From his Seat) I wonder where we get breakfast from this time around......

Maria: How about that Waffle place Roy mentioned? He would be so happy to see us pay him a visit.

Ludwig: (Rolls his Eyes) I'm pretty certain he'll be too occupied to even notice we step inside. How about we head to LeBlanc Café instead? (Starts Walking Away From the Park Along with his Appointed Grandparents) I've heard from Futuba that Mr. Sojiro has finally serving a few breakfast meals in there, even curry.

Alucard: They serve a plate of curry in the middle of the morning?

Ludwig: ('Sigh') Those two have been obsessed with that meal for so long that it's no surprise that they would do this sort of business tactic.

Maria: Like father, like daughter~

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[leafkingofbirds]

Hmm what about modern TCH? Like what do you think their modern professions would be, their styles, how they would act. I can already picture the mc being a nurse or doctor but I would like your take on that.

Also I feel like we should have gotten like Jack/Longclaw cause throughout the book I was like "damn are they really going to romance each other?" And then it never happened lol

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how funn!

Gotta admit, the moment you said you saw MC as being a doctor or nurse, I had an image of MC being a Claire Fraser character, going "back in time" to a more primitive Fae world with all her modern-day knowledge, and them thinking she's a witch for making people wash their hands or trying to explain germ theory. LOL

But! Assuming they're all in a modern AU with no magic...

Kieran: I can't see him working for a living, lol. He inherits a multibillion dollar company from his parents but doesn't do any actual work, he just shows up to board meetings sometimes. He lives in a very private, very tasteful mansion in a remote area with a very small staff, because he hates being around people and he just wants to be in nature and by himself. Also, he's getting his private pilot's license because he loves flying. He only wears the finest, most expensive clothes by a designer no one's ever heard of, tailored perfectly, but they're also very understated and classic. Even his casual clothes are tailored. Money means nothing to him because he has an endless supply of it.

Oleander: Kieran's best friend from college. Either an adjunct humanities professor working on their PhD, or a law student about to take the bar. Was cut off financially from their rich homophobic family for being gender nonforming, so lives in Kieran's mansion and Kieran pays for their schooling. (Kieran expects Oleander to repay him by being his personal lawyer or PR person so Kieran doesn't have to deal with the public.) Mentors trans youth in their spare time, and maintains a niche fashion Instagram page with lots of "dos and don'ts." Still wears a lot of vests.

Jack: He's like...hmm, he works as maybe a server or cook in a restaurant and he HATES it, has big dreams of fame and fortune. A city boy who pickpockets and cons rich business men for extra cash 0 but is rarely caught because he can lie so well with a straight face. Keeps trying to encourage his coworkers to form a union and that's part of why he can't keep a job long. But he keeps getting hired back because he's fast and efficient, even if he doesn't have any people skills. He wears eyeliner, black leather jackets, with lots of earrings and a chain necklace passed down to him from his mother that he never met, and he's very mysterious and emo about it if anyone asks. He's the lead singer and songwriter of a metal band that's trying to get off the ground and they're actually pretty popular small-time. He has a ton of admirers and fans, but he's too laser focused on his career to notice any of his groupies.

Longclaw: Like Kieran I think she is a nepo baby, but she doesn't seem to realize it because all her time is spent helping charities for kids and animals. She has her own cooking/gardening/design talk show a la Martha Stewart and her designs are praised as being very classic, feminine, and welcoming. She can go out in public and not be recognized because she doesn't wear makeup and wears simple (but feminine) clothes from Target or The Gap. Most of her estate is dedicated to all the stray animals she adopts, because she can't help but take home any poor animal she meets, and she has a whole team to take care of them and find them homes. A literal ray of sunshine in human form. Universally beloved.

MC is either a hardworking newbie resident doctor or underpaid, overworked nurse serving an impoverished area. Maybe an ER, or a nursing home. They live in a basement apartment and have a huge amount of student loan debt. Most of their clothes are from thrift stores and they live in jeans and a t-shirt. They're still working their way up in the world but are praised at work for having exceptional bedside manner and getting to know their patients on a personal level, which has sometimes led to them catching some clue that more experienced doctors miss and helps to turn their treatment around.

Anyone that I missed??

(God this makes me want to write this AU where MC runs into Kieran after some emergency (car accident?) and treats them without knowing who he is, then he demands they come work as his personal on-site medic or something?? Anyway haha.)

Also yeah!! If Longclaw had stayed Fae (and I kind of wish she did, her human form is GORGEOUS) I could totally see them being together, or at least being friends. Longclaw is very motherly and Jack never had a mother, so maybe they wouldn't work romantically. Also there is the issue of him having killed Sir Monty. But! He'd still like her very much because she's the opposite of every Fae stereotype he knows, and Longclaw physically can't hold a grudge for long!

But, if they got together and had kids, it would make the royal families related by blood 😬 idk how that would work haha

Thanks for this diverting ask! 😁 Lmk what you agree/disagree with haha

[omoricandyrestart]

Chapter 2: Temporary Helpers

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It was Sunny’s second day in school and he had just finished the classes of his first period. Now, he had a lot of free time until the next one started.

Both him and Lynn were on the school’s corridors, and they were chatting about their past class.

“Wow, Mr. Faraize sure knows how to teach history, don’t you think? It was fun from the beginning to the end” the brunette girl exclaimed, loving the class that they just had.

Sunny’s opinion, on the other hand, begged to differ.

“I don’t know really��� I didn’t pay much attention” the raven boy stated, looking down in shame.

The main reason why he didn’t pay attention was that, since it had been a long time since he went to school, he was a bit lost with all that the teacher was saying.

And since he couldn’t understand anything, he preferred to stay inside his comfortable imagination.

Lynn obviously didn’t know that, so, she felt disappointed.

“Sunny, I can help you out with the notes, but, you also need to pay attention, you know?!” the brunette girl reprimanded.

“I know. Sorry” Sunny answered, looking down in shame. Lynn felt bad about that.

Their moment of peace ended up being interrupted, because the three girls from the day before went over to torment them.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the freak couple” the leader of the trio said. After talking with Iris, the two noticed that the blonde leader’s name was Ambre, and that, in Iris’s words: ‘Was not exactly the sweetest person around.

Considering how the ginger girl saw everything with rose tinted glasses, they knew exactly that this spoiled brat was a b*tch.

Her two henchmen were named Li and Charlotte. Both didn’t have any distinguishable personalities. They were basically cardboards that followed their ‘Queen Bee’ the whole day.

Lynn and Sunny were both blushing hard at the comment.

“We are not freaks! And not a couple either” the brunette girl explained, feeling a bit embarrassed at the situation.

“Stop fooling yourselves. It’s pathetic. You both walk all around school holding hands and dare to say you aren’t a couple?” Ambre asked, not believing what the new girl just said.

Lynn wanted to argue against that, but, in hindsight, there was literally no way of denying that the moments they shared could be interpreted as couple activities.

“Well, let’s get to the point: I am here for one reason, and for one reason only. Stay away from Nathaniel!” Ambre demanded.

The two didn’t understand why she asked them that, and, before they could actually process it, the trio had already walked away.

The brunette girl was still angry, though.

“Who does she think she is to treat us all like that?!” the candy girl exclaimed, enraged at the treatment that they had been receiving.

“And what even is her deal with Nathaniel?!” she continued, a little bit calmer, but more intrigued.

“Let’s ask him” the raven-haired boy spoke. Even if Lynn had spent quite enough time with Sunny already, she still hadn’t get used to his bluntness.

“Well, it’s not a bad idea. Let’s go!” she said, dragging him through the corridors like usual.

This time, though, Sunny dropped her hand in the middle of the way. She turned around to see what happened.

“We… shouldn’t hold hands anymore… it gives people the wrong idea” the raven-haired boy explained.

Lynn seemed to be a bit disappointed, but, she agreed with what he said.

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When they arrived at the student body room, the duo saw Nathaniel signing some papers.

‘This boy probably never takes a break’

This time, though, he quickly noticed the presence of the two on the room.

“Oh, hi Lynn, it’s a pleasure having you here” the blonde boy said on a formal, but courteous tone.

His face quickly changed at seeing that the raven-haired boy was there too.

“And Sunny, you are here too. Great” Nathaniel stated, still formally, but more coldly.

“Do you two need something for me?” the blonde boy asked, on a tone that mixed the two he used before.

“You see, Nathaniel… ever since we have arrived, there has been a girl that hasn’t been very nice to us. Her name is Amber and she has been acting like a…” Lynn started to answer.

“Brat” the raven-haired boy deadpanned, leaving the brunette girl with her mouth wide open.

“You know she is my sister, right?” Nathaniel asked, clearly trying to hold his rage back.

The candy girl knew they ended up messing up pretty badly.

“Sorry, we didn’t know. We were going to ask you if you can ask her to be less… you know… with us” Lynn said, trying to fix the situation.

Nathaniel seemed to be a bit more calm, but he was still frowning.

“Look, I know she is not easy, specially when she is with her friends, but, can you two please not call her that anymore?” the blonde boy asked.

“Fine, we won’t…” the brunette girl said, leaving the room soon after, since she knew that there would be no help coming from the body president.

Sunny stood there for a while longer, though, and Nathaniel started to feel uncomfortable with his stare.

“Is there any problem?” the blonde boy asked, clearly not meaning to help him.

The raven-haired boy stood quiet, though, and his gaze seemed more and more judgmental.

‘Shouldn’t have believed in you’

Sunny finally left without saying a word.

“There is something clearly wrong with that boy” Nathaniel stated, going back to signing his papers.

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“That was disappointing…” the raven-haired boy stated.

“Well, to be honest, I understand his point, honestly. She is his sister, so, he needs to protect her… just hope he doesn’t use his position to harm us if she asks to…” Lynn spoke worriedly. Her friend nodded.

As they kept walking, they noticed a familiar little guy walking into their direction.

“Oh, hi Ken! Is everything alright?” the brunette girl asked, noticing that he seemed sad about something.

“It’s… nothing, really. I am fine” Ken lied, trying to act as if everything was okay. The Candy girl didn’t fall for that, though.

“Ken, if there is something wrong, you can tell us about it” Lynn told him. 

The boy with glasses started to cry.

“Those three mean girls… they wanted to eat on a restaurant, not the cafeteria… so, they stole my money” Ken cried out, having a hard time holding back the tears.

The brunette girl immediately went to hug him, as a way to make him feel better.

“Sorry to hear that, Ken. Those three are really wicked!” the candy girl said, mad at their evil deeds.

Sunny approached the two and handled the small boy some paper tissues he had on his bag.

“Thank you both… I will try to talk to the student body president. He might help!” Ken stated optimistically.

Lynn ended up gulping out of nervousness.

“I wouldn’t do that if I was you… the president is Ambre’s older brother… and he doesn’t believe us when we try to talk to him about her” the brunette girl said, feeling bad that she destroyed the boy’s hope.

“Oh… okay” the boy with glasses stated, walking away so that they didn’t see him crying anymore.

‘Poor guy’

“Wish we could do more to help him” the candy girl spoke, feeling a bit guilty.

“Me too… but, the system is against us” Sunny said, nonchalantly.

The phrase seemed like something straight out of a dramatic movie, but the raven boy’s tone combined with the timing were too funny for Lynn to handle.

“HAHA! Gosh, Sunny, I am sorry, but you are so great at this kind of comedy!” the brunette girl exclaimed, making Sunny blush in embarrassment.

“Hello, Sunny and Lynn” a voice said from behind.

“Oh, hi, principal! Is there any problem?” Lynn asked.

“Nothing, really, dearies. I just need to tell you two something” the elderly woman answered.

“You see, all of the new students need to join one of the clubs that the school has to offer” she continued.

“It seems to be cool!” the brunette girl stated, excited by the idea. Sunny just made a thumbs up.

“The three clubs that need new members are the gardening the club, the basketball club” the principal started to list.

The raven boy started to shiver in nervouseness.

‘NO! NO! NO! NO!’

These two clubs brought to many memories of the friends that he had left back in Far Away. Friends that probably hated him now.

“Or the art club” the elderly woman spoke.

“Art club!” Sunny exclaimed firmly. The two other people that were present were left with their eyes widen.

“Wow, I have never seen you with so much ‘enthusiasm’ before! I would like to join the art club too” Lynn said.

“Perfect! All you need to do is go to the club and ask them to join. The art room is at the end of the corridor. They have a pretty thematic door. So, there is no chance for you to get lost!” the elderly woman said, leaving the two to find the room alone.

It seemed like this day would be filled with more walking.

“So, why did you choose the art club?” the candy girl asked, excited to find someone that shared her passion.

“Don’t like basketball. Neither flowers” the raven-haired boy said, tensing up and shivering.

“Oh right…” Lynn stated, a little bit worried about her friend’s state.

“But I really like to sketch! And to write poems too!” Sunny said, almost as if he was trying to justify himself.

“That’s nice. I am an artist myself too!” the candy girl exclaimed.

“I always liked to draw, but, most importantly, to analyze art! I always had a fun time in museums” she continued to speak.

“I know you might find it a bit boring…” the brunette girl uttered.

“I don’t think it is boring at all” Sunny told her, making her blush and smile.

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The art club clashed a lot with the rest of the school. While the rest looked overly formal and organized, this class felt almost like a kindergarten.

Things were a bit messy, but on a good and liberating way. The walls had drawings decorating them, and the art desks weren’t organized in carefully organized lines.

And last, but not least, the room was filled with many different forms of art and expressions of creativity.

There were musical instruments, papers, brushes, paint and sewing material.

They also found a girl with purple hair that was painting something on a canvas. She was so focused on it that she didn’t notice that the duo had entered the room.

“Hey, are you the one responsible for the art club?” Lynn said, carefully shaking the girls elbow to catch her attention.

The girl got startled.

“Sorry! Sorry! Didn’t mean to scare you” the brunette girl said with a bright smile.

The new girl seemed to be flustered, but, at least, it seemed like she was now calm.

“It’s… okay…” the girl said on a voice so low that it felt like she was whispering.

It was clear that this girl was shy, maybe, she was even shyer than Sunny himself.

“So, we wanted to join the art club. Are you the one responsible for that?” the candy girl asked.

That girl with purple hair seemed to be getting excited about this idea.

“New members!” she whispered in shock to herself.

“Yes, I am… I… take… care of the things while the teacher is away” the girl answered.

“Great. So, what do we need to do now?” Lynn asked. The girl with purple hair grabbed a clipboard and handled it to the duo.

“You both need to sign your names here and hand it to Nathaniel. And, by the way, my name is Violet” Violet said, finally presenting herself.

“Nice to meet you, Violet! We will be handling this to Nathaniel in no time, right, Sunny?” the brunette girl asked her friend. Sunny just nodded.

“It’s going to be wonderful having new people around here” the artistic girl said, still a bit embarrassed, but joyful either way.

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Back to the Student Body’s room, the two noticed that Nathaniel seemed to be stressed and overly thoughtful about something.

“Nathaniel… is something wrong?” Lynn asked, a bit worried about his state.

“Oh, thank god you are here, Lynn. I needed you” the blonde boy said, rushing to get close to her.

‘Great, more favors’

“Sure… what do you need?” the brunette girl asked, a bit confused about the way he phrased it.

“So, I need Castiel to sign an absence sheet, and I am not in the mood to see him. Can you please make him sign the sheet and then give it back to me, please? I would usually ask my usual helper, but she didn’t come to school today” Nathaniel asked.

“Sure. Why aren’t you in the mood to talk to him, though?” the candy girl asked, leaving the student body president more tense.

“Let’s just say that I don’t get a long with that unbearable troublemaker” the blonde boy answered, trying to keep a smile on his face.

���How shocking. Two brats can’t stand each other” Sunny commented nonchalantly, leaving his friend a bit worried.

“Excuse me?” Nathaniel asked, clearly getting angry at the raven boy.

“Sorry, Nath! No more time to talk. Gotta go! Bye!” the brunette girl said, dragging her friend out of the room.

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“What has gotten into you? There was no reason to be so rude!” Lynn asked, reprimanding her friend’s behavior.

“Sorry. Tired of that boy asking us to do his job for him” Sunny answered, clearly losing his patience with the student body president.

“I know, but we are new here. Amber already can’t stand us, we don’t need more people making our lives a living hell” the candy girl spoke.

Lynn thought that Sunny would apologize, like usual, but it seemed like he was thinking on a more urgent matter.

“Need to handle the redhead, right?” the raven-haired boy asked. The brunette girl then remembered the problem that they had on their hands to solve.

“Oh gosh, how are we going to tame that wolf?” Lynn asked herself, knowing that it would be really hard to do so.

“Do you have any ideas of how to do so?” she continued, hoping that her friend could suggest something.

Sunny scratched his chin for a while, trying to think of something.

“Threatening?” Sunny suggested, on his usual nonchalant tone. The brunette girl felt a small shiver down her spine.

“I think we should avoid getting in trouble with him… and sticking to what’s legal” Lynn answered nervously.

While the duo kept walking, a familiar face joined them.

“Hey, you two! Why the worried faces?” Iris asked, with her youthful energy.

“Oh, hi Iris. We were just brainstorming ideas on how to convince Castiel to sign these papers that Nathaniel needs” the brunette girl explained, handing her friend said paper.

“Uhm… Castiel might seem like a cold-hearted person, but all you need to do is treat him with kindness” the ginger said with a grin.

Lynn seemed unsure about that statement, but, she was in no position to refuse an idea.

“Thanks, Iris. We will try” the brunette answered. The joyful girl ended up leaving.

“Ready to tame that beast?” Lynn asked, trying to sound positive. Sunny, however, shook his head.

“Me neither, but we will do it either way…” the brunette said, going after Castiel.

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At the school’s park, the duo ended up finding Castiel sitting on a bench while smoking a cigarette.

“Are you seriously smoking on the school’s premises?!” Lynn asked, indignant at the situation. The redhead just rolled his eyes.

“Does it look like I give a f*ck about it?” Castiel asked, with a grumpy expression on his face.

“You know could have said it less vulgarly, right?” the brunette girl commented. The redhead smirked.

“That’s part of my charm, baby” the bad boy pointed out. The candy girl rolled her eyes.

“Why are you two here now. Do you need help to find the bathrooms, now?” Castiel mocked.

“No, we are here because… well… you see…” Lynn faltered. She was having a hard time finding a nice way of asking him.

“… you need to sign this absence sheet over here” the brunette girl said on the sweetest tone she could utter.

The redhead immediately got angry.

“Seriously, that uptight b*tch couldn’t even bother to come here?” Castiel asked, rolling his eyes.

“Tell him that, if he wants me to sign, then he should be a real man and come here to tell me in person, instead of sending a little princess and a walking stick” the bad boy said, returning the paper with little to no care to the candy girl, and going back to his cigarette.

Lynn grunted in rage and frustration. Sunny pat her in the back as a way to show support.

“Well, we tried. Let’s hope Nathaniel won’t be mad” the brunette girl stated, trying to be a bit hopeful.

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Back at the Student Body room, the candy girl was mentally preparing herself to explain the situation.

“So, did you manage to get him to sign it?” the blonde boy asked. Lynn scratched the back of her neck.

“Well… no” the brunette girl stated. Nathaniel put his hand on his face out of annoyance.

“What is this delinquent’s cheap excuse now?” the president asked.

“He said that… if you want him to sign it… you will have to face him… and be a real man” Lynn answered. Nathaniel started to get more and more irritated.

“Well, in this case, you can tell him that a real man takes responsibility for his actions!” the blonde boy fumed. The candy girl and the raven boy exchanged side glances.

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Instead of going back to Castiel, the duo decided to sit on the stairs to discuss what to do next.

“Okay, it’s clear that none of them are ready to give in” the brunette girl stated to herself.

Nod.

“But we still need to, someway, somehow, get Castiel to sign the sheet, and give it back to Nathaniel” the candy girl continued.

Nod.

“But how?!” Lynn exclaimed. She started to think non-stop of ways to solve this situation, while Sunny kept starring at her, barely paying any attention, mostly focus on her face and the gestures she made while thinking.

‘She is… kinda pretty’

“Maybe, we could trick them into being at the same place at the same time!” the brunette girl announced.

“Nope” the raven-haired boy stated nonchalantly.

“Yeah, you are right, at this point, they wouldn’t fall for that…”the candy girl acknowledged.

She tried to think about other ways to solve the problem, but everything she could come up with was either ridiculous, or too surreal.

Sunny, noticing the situation, decided to solve this on his own terms. To drag her attention, he tapped her shoulder.

“I can solve this” he continued, looking directly on her eyes. For a few seconds, she found herself trapped under his hypnotized gaze.

When he spoke that confidently, Sunny’s eyes looked beautiful…

“Really?” the candy girl asked.

“On my own terms” he stated. The brunette girl, at first, hesitated, since she still wasn’t sure of what hew as capable of. But then, with no other option, she decided to trust him.

“Okay. Do you what you have to do… just, don’t hurt anyone” Lynn requested.

The raven-haired boy grabbed the important paper and left.

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Outside, Castiel went back to smoking, trying to calm down after Nathaniel’s efforts to ruin his day.

And, it hadn’t come to an end, since Sunny was back and still holding the paper. He was also alone.

“It’s you. Where is that prissy pants?” the redhead asked. The raven boy, though, kept quiet. The bad boy started to feel uncomfortable at his empty stare.

“He ran away like a little coward as I can see” Castiel observed with a smirk. Sunny was still silent.

“Haven’t you heard the first time, Edward Cullen wannabee? If the Class President doesn’t come, I won’t be signing these papers” the redhead reminded his colleague.

Sunny just stood there… menacingly. The bad boy was losing his patience.

“Are you deaf or something? Or are you just to stupid to do anything?” Castiel asked on a threatening way.

The dreamer boy kept his emotionless face… almost as if he was piercing the redhead’s soul. That was the last straw.

“Just. Leave! Me! The! Heck! ALONE!!” The bad boy shouted, grabbing his opponent by the shoulders. But, all he had as a response was silence.

He, then, started to shake Sunny, trying to get a reaction out of him.

“SAY SOMETHING!”

Just like all of the other attempts, this one had no effect on the dreamer boy.

Castiel, who had no patience left to be on that situation.

“You know what. Give me this piece of crap!” the redhead exclaimed, grabbing the paper from the other’s hand.

He quickly signed what he had to sign and handled it back to  Sunny.

“There! Are you happy now?!” the bad boy questioned. The dreamer said nothing. He just nodded, turned around and left.

Castiel rapidly had a cigarette to relax.

“F*cking weirdo!” he stated angrily.

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Now, it was time to talk with the other boy.

“Wow, you miraculously managed to solve this in your own. I have to admit I am surprised that someone that can barely speak a full sentence managed to be so convincing” Nathaniel sassed, not wasting his opportunity of humiliating the dreamer.

But, this time, Sunny came prepared to say something back at the class president.

“A boy with no ability to lead managed to become class president. Anything can be possible” he stated nonchalantly.

“Excuse me!” the blonde boy exclaimed, ready for an argument. It didn’t matter, though, cause Sunny had already left.

“What does he know about leading. I doubt he even had friends at some point in life…” Nathaniel stated, going back to his usual routine as a class president.

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Sometime passed, and, after the remaining classes, the two had more time to talk. And the boy finally explained the situation was solved.

“You faced Castiel, alone?!” Lynn yelled, incredulous at the news. Her friend nodded.

“And he ended up signing it?” she asked another time. Once again, a nod was the response.

“But, how?” the brunette girl asked.

“Persistence” Sunny answered ominously. The candy girl felt uneasy, but still, seemed to be relieved that the problems were solved… well, that’s what she thought.

“Why can’t you just take responsibility for your actions once, your little punk!” a loud shout reached the duo.

“I will show you what happens when you mess with me, B*TCH!” another scream followed soon after.

The duo, worried and curious about what was going on, immediately went into the direction of the argument.

It turns out that Castiel and Nathaniel were in the middle of a heated discussion in the hallways of the school.

“Do your worse, and I will do mine” the blonde boy responded, clearly ready for a fight.

The redhead grabbed his enemy by the collar and pinned him against the lockers.

Sunny’s first thought was to leave that place before the situation got more dangerous, but, his friend had a different idea.

“We need to stop those two!” Lynn exclaimed, rushing to stop the conflict. The dreamer boy immediately got worried.

“Hey, you two, snap out of this!” the brunette girl pleaded, getting in the middle of the battle.

“Stay out of this!” the bad boy said, pushing her away from the conflict. She was about to fall into the ground, but the dreamer grabbed her as fast as possible.

‘Time for punishment’

Wanting to put that conflict to an end, Sunny grabbed a familiar spray bottle that he put on his backpack.

The dreamer boy groaned loudly to call those two attentions.

“Won’t you two just leave already?!” the bad boy complained, noticing that the two still wanted to meddle on his business.

Sunny took the chance and sprayed the content of the bottle on the two boys’ faces.

“F*CK!”

“WHAT THE HECK IS THIS?!”

“Pepper spray” the dreamer boy deadpanned. He then grabbed the girl’s hand and dragged her out of the school.

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The two kept silent the whole way. Sunny due to his quiet nature, and Lynn due to the shock.

“It’s safe” the dreamer said, letting his friends hand go and relaxing.

The brunette girl still seemed to astonished about everything that had happened.

“You okay?” Sunny asked, looking directly in her eyes.

“You… saved me” the candy girl muttered, impressed with the boy’s action.

Instead of answering him, she embraced her arms around him.

“Thank you!” Lynn exclaimed. Sunny was taken a back by the gesture.

‘Hug…?’

It had been so long since the last time he had been hugged. He didn’t even remember how it felt.

It was warm, inviting, comfortable… he finally gave in and hugged his friend back.

It felt so good as their bodies stood connected like that. He felt like he was finally home after so long.

He felt protected, accepted, and cared for.

‘Smells like flowers’

Lynn was also enjoying.

Sunny might look like a threatening and terrifying person, but, as she found out on the last few days… he was actually really nice and sweet!

He was always there to help her and always kept her company… he could be a little bit too direct sometimes, sure, but… it was clear he cared about her… and she cared for him too

“So, what about we actually going out for ice cream today? You know, to celebrate we getting out alive from that mess!” Lynn suggested.

Sunny’s face, after a long time, finally changed. He gave her a small smile.

“Sure.” _____________________________________________________

At the park, each bought an ice cream cone. She chose a strawberry ice cream, and he chose mint with chocolate chips.

Then, the duo sat on a bench nearby.

“You know, I kind of expected you would choose just vanilla” she teased.

“Vanilla can be good. Just not in the mood today” he answered.

Lynn laughed at his answer.

“You are a really mysterious guy you know. I can’t help but wonder what you are hiding” she spoke.

The dreamer got tense at the statement.

‘SHECANTKNOWSHECANTKNOWSHECANTKNOWSHECANTKNOWSHECANTKNOWSHECANTKNOW’

“There is nothing interesting” he replied, trying to sound cool.

“I genuinely doubt that. Like, I don’t know much about your hobbies, your childhood, your tastes… I know you like poems and drawing, but, what else does Sunny Suzuki hides under his sweater” she laughed.

They were getting in dangerous waters. If Lynn finds out to much about his past, she will start seeing him as a monster… and he wouldn’t be able of handling that.

“Videogames”

“Huh?”

“I like videogames” the dreamer mentioned.

“I should have guessed you were a nerd” the candy girl jested. All he did in response was shrugging his elbows. He didn’t really know if he should be considered a nerd or not, but, it wasn’t like he cared about it.

“I am a bit of a player myself. I played a lot of The Sims, many farming games, a bit of Mario and Pokemon… and you? Which are your favorite games?” Lynn questioned.

“Pet rocks” Sunny answered. The brunette girl got confused.

“Pet rocks?”

“Yep”

“Are you talking about that game where you need to play rock, scissors and paper with pokemon imitations?” the candy girl asked.

“It used to be a fever back in my city. I was actually a municipal champion back in the day” the dreamer explained. Lynn giggled.

“Who would have guessed that I am in the presence of such illustrious celebrity!” she joked.

“Nah, it wasn’t such a big deal” Sunny spoke. That only made the brunette girl more intrigued.

“You don’t talk much about your hometown. How was life back in Faraway?” the candy girl asked.

He got so unfocused by the question that he ended up dropping the ice cream on the ground.

The atmosphere got awkward. She crossed a line, and ended up ruining everything.

“Sorry. I should go” Lynn said, trying to get up before she messed things even more.

The dreamer stopped her before she could.

“No, please, don’t leave me!” he shouted. The candy girl was taken aback by that.

“I… like when you are near… don’t go…” he begged, a lot lower than the last time.

Lynn blushed and, after some seconds, gave him a smile.

“Oh, okay…” she said nervously, going back to the bench.

The friendship between this two has just started, and they have yet a lot to learn and understand. They will need to learn more about each other and themselves so that they can progress.

But, not everyone will be in favor of this bond’s growing strength… _____________________________________________________

Author's Note: This chapter was definitely hard. But, all of the seeds I wanted to plant were planted.

Sunny and Lynn are now on the art club, I showed Nathaniel and Castiel’s rivalry, while also making them hate Sunny even more, and I managed to increase the closeness of Sunlight.

Next time, the rest of the female cast of the game will appear! Finally time to meet Rosalya, Kim, Peggy, Capucine and Melody.

Lynn will have new friends, and Sunny will end up with 2 formidable opponents.

Miss Gossip and Miss “How dare you hurt Nathaniel” will definitely be a pain in the ass.

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“Sir! Are you alright!?” Tch! So much for the populace giving two shits. You'd watched this poor guy tumble down and faceplant without anyone so much as moving an inch to help him. It was especially inexcusable when you couldn't not notice him, what with that cotton blue hair he had. “I am so sorry...” you apologized on the behalf of every passer by who just kept on going along the street like they couldn't care less. Some would have probably felt for him but merely hesitated. You hoped. “No there's...there's no need for you to apologize.” the man insisted, fixing his designer shades only for them to fall apart like tissue paper. As the plastic clattered down from his fingers he quickly turned his head. You had already caught a glimpse though. Those clouded eyes. Your own widened, and that sense of 'shame on you' towards others only grew. He was blind. “Oh goodness...I...” you'd partially covered your mouth before you realized what you were doing. Wasn't this just a bad way to react? This poor guy had to deal with that impairment every day, he didn't need you to remind him that it wasn't a good thing. “...Your glasses.” “Ah.” he bent down to pick up the shards, feeling around for them, but you were quick to help. You crouched down beside him over the pavement and sorted out the pieces. “Here, let me-” Suddenly your knuckle brushed against his. It may have been too much like movie magic, but it happened anyway, and both of you were startled. There was a pause. Then...a gentle chuckle from him. He showed off pristine teeth as his mouth widened into a smile. “Rather cliché, hm?” “Oh...” you flushed and nodded. “Yeah.” Both of you stood up then and you collected the pieces together in your own palms. “Sorry to say but it isn't looking too good.” “I had a feeling...” he sighed, before running a hand through his hair. His brow furrowed. “I suppose I'll just have to go buy a new pair.” Now this was an opportunity. Not only would you feel good for helping him out but...it would mean spending a little more time with this fellow. And you had to admit it...you were definitely drawn to him. He may have despised those misty eyes of his, but now that you really looked at them you couldn't deny that there was something very alluring about them. About him in general. “Shall we go together? I can tell you what looks good.” V agreed to it. He told you to call him that, 'V', even though it couldn't be his actual name. It only added to the undeniable mystery surrounding him. Who was he really? It made you curious...and you weren't the only one. The feeling was mutual. Even if he couldn't see you, V knew. You were it. You were the one. For a long time he had been biding his time, hoping that someone would come along. Someone who could save him. When Rika blinded him he had seen the true extent of human cruelty...and had come to believe that was all there was. Any kindness shown to him since then had seemed so fake. It had felt like he could never trust another. And yet...here you were. Like a blessing. Like an angel. Your scent. The softness of your skin and your voice. The way you showed such concern for a stranger. He didn't need to see what you looked like to know that you were absolutely beautiful. It was immediate. He needed you desperately. You shopped for sunglasses together, and the whole time he may as well have been staring at you. It was impossible to look away. You drew his clouded eyes like a magnet, and the more time he spent with you, the more he felt like he needed you. Desperately. That may have been the first time you ever met, but you only got closer from then on out. It was a source of pride for you, being able to accompany him on his excursions and give him so much more confidence. For him though...these meetings had taken on a whole new meaning. It only meant...seeing you. Feeling you. Hearing you. Even smelling your sweet scent when you drew closely. His precious angel. He wanted to know you in every way he could. He'd do anything for it...

…

...It was dark. You swore you'd opened your eyes. But it was dark. You felt...detached. Almost like you were floating somehow, yet you knew you were grounded, you could feel the floor beneath you. How did this make any sense? What was going on? “...[Y/N]...” That voice. You knew that voice. It was him. The man who had you call him 'V'. “...V? That's you?” Now that you had some sort of tangibility, some sort of idea at least as to who you were with, you made to shift and pull away what you now realized was a thick piece of cloth across your eyes. Maybe he'd been wanting to surprise you or something...but you couldn't recall... There was another thing you couldn't do either. You couldn't move your hands. Not even slightly. They were cuffed behind your back. Instantly you were shifting more wildly in your trapped spot, feeling something hard press against your right shoulder blade when you jerked backwards, and realizing that it was a pole you were attached to. Breaking out in a cold sweat, you started panting as you realized you weren't going anywhere. “Haa...ah...no...!!” “Please don't panic.” He spoke so calmly, it was eerie. “I didn't tie you up like that so I could hurt you. Nor did I take you here so I could scare you...” 'Here'? He didn't elaborate, but you could guess this was a space he owned, and which nobody else would see. Why else would he feel confident imprisoning an innocent little thing like you here? “Rather I...” V paused momentarily, his voice cracking a little. He composed himself: “Rather I was starting to develop these...paranoid feelings. I suppose...after what I've been through myself...I feared that the same thing might happen to you somehow-” “B-but you blindfolded me!!” you suddenly snapped. You couldn't see anything regardless! “...Yes I...I did. But I haven't harmed you...not yet.” Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. Not yet. You felt sick. “It's better to ease you into this. That's why I tied you up as well. It's better too, to do things this way, rather than let someone else harm you or take you from me.” V's voice wavered as those unstable emotions loomed again, “If you ever left me I'd...I think I might die from that. You wouldn't want me to die, would you [Y/N]?” You only wanted him to let you go. You stayed your silence though, knowing there was no point begging for that right now. “I know. She may have, but not you. You're too kind. You're too precious for a world like this. That's why I only saw fit to save you while I had the chance...” V's lips curled up in a sickening smile you couldn't see, his already pale eyes somehow turning even whiter. “In time too...once you're ready...I'll be able to give you full salvation. You were kind enough to do it for me when I felt so hopeless...” He let out a shaky breath, and you sensed something coming closer to your face. “So it's the very least I could do...” His thumb pressed and brushed against your lower lip, and immediately you jerked your head to the side to shake his touch away. V recoiled, but then allowed his slender hand to clench. “...See...this is why you need time to adjust. I want you to desire this as much as I do, [Y/N].” Sniffing, you let a tear fall freely from beneath the blindfold. “What are you going to do to me?” There was the sound of soles squeaking and shifting, as he straightened up and towered over you, sitting there limply on the basement floor. “Well it's rather simple. When I feel the time is right, I'll make you just like me. Only then will we be able to fully connect with one another. We're so close, [Y/N]...” He sighed with a romantic tone, sounding captivated as he swiveled to walk for the basement stairs. “Just one more step...” His voice grew more distant, but didn't disappear before he could leave you with some final, haunting words. “Until then, my angel~”

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All of the things + all of the feels

This was I think, one of my favorite birthdays.. but also one of my least favorite birthdays too. My absolutely best gifts, without question were gifts that can't even be seen! (By the ordinary eye) and I've been on the verge of these gifts for so long. Like- can't even tell you how long. Or how much time and effort that went into trying to articulate the energy before me, as if to consolidate its presence-- according to the company I'm keeping- and how the energy flows very freely and cool sometimes.. and other times, how the weighted astral restrictions from the stars refract the essence of our energies and bring forth something concrete ✨Before my birthday, I was suddenly looking at my birth chart. This suddenly caught my attention and I spent some of my free time looking at certain points- although I've always got access to this, I never actually look into things.. because why would I?! Ya know? I don't want to know too much.. and spoil the surprise.. and in some ways I still question some things that bound to happen. So all of the immense stretching and stringing my energy along finally paid off. I woke up on my birthday with this like ability to communicate with the energy in a way that I had not gotten to yet on my journey. So I was already very excited and it wasn't even 8:00 yet! So I kept the idea that with this - I could maybe lean into things a little bit more.. go a little bit deeper than I have so far.. and it's all for a reason. I can grasp at the reason, and muse about certain things; but let's be real. Some things are just too good to be true sometimes. So I meditated and boy did I get more than I bargained for on that meditation. I completely saw something that I expected to be something.. because it felt like absolutely everything. Everything & then some actually.. but as a lot of good things, it came to an end I think during that meditation.. because now I just think it's absolutely nothing, rather than something.

one thing is like the traveling a certain way.. and I know my way, but part of my path is to express myself and like, declare what I want.. almost in a Pam like way when she tells the bartender that she got the wrong beer and she musters the courage to do so and is like so proud of herself.. it's like that energy.. except as Karen put it, "Pam's.. kind of.. a . . B*tch.. " I kind of am traveling the way of asserting myself I guess? Idk I can word this better.. but essentially, my path ties into my new energetic gifts because I found a new way to not only communicate, but also how to articulate the communication. Everything ties together. All directions point back to one. The one. "Never stray from the way." Prior to my birthday, I had bouts of little moments that stirred in my mind.. and then came piping hot, into my reality. .

I guess to explain exactly what's going on, without actually saying exactly what's going on, I'll tell you a story.

Once upon a time, I was in 9th grade and it was the very beginning of the year. I went to my world history class and at the front of the class I found myself at the desk of someone named Cannon. Now, for privacy sake, unlike on TikTok, I will only share that first name here, not his whole name lol. Ah! Getting ahead of myself.. ignore the potential relevance of that TikTok comment. .

as we were: 9th grade and this kid has on a green wristband. I remembered pointing it out and acknowledging it because I did in fact think it was cool. (It was like a 100%cotton wristband and those are so soft!) Well, Cannon thought I was making fun of him at first .. so then, that pointed me in the direction of actually making fun of him.. and one of the things I joke about was how would he ever get a girlfriend if he wore a wristband even though he wasn't an athlete.. and the energy was suddenly different between us. We were in a class with twenty-something other kids who were all having their own loud conversations- but none of it mattered- because suddenly the energy had changed - and the drop in that frequency can be felt- even felt among however many other people occupy the same space - all of the noise is just magically filtered out.. it's like when time stands still almost? So that's when he dropped the ball on me.. which is funnier to me than you the audience because part of our convo entailed basketball.. but once he responded, I remember being different afterwards. Like in a good way. Where, on a higher level, we both did our Soul work and it felt good. He told me he didn't need to be an athlete because he was incredibly smart. I was so blind sided I looked over to the smartest guy I knew at the time. Stuart just shook his head in agreement that Cannon was as smart as he let on. I remember that being so impressive to me. I mean, if you saw him on that day when we were in 9th grade. Messy hair. Sweaty hair at that. Haha this is a good memory. I'm really good a visualizing so a lot is coming as I write this and it's very nice. The point is I had this memory come to me last week sometime. This memory came because out of the blue his name came to mind and I sat with the energy for a minute.. but not too long. Over the weekend, someone I follow on TikTok asks couples on the street of NYC if they are dating. If they are, they share their story. I watch on video and see a guy who looks very close to Marshall in How I met your mother.. and I was just happy to watch the cute video of how they fell in love and what they were most excited about.. at the very end, the host asks their names.. and sure enough, it was Cannon.

Yes I have a joke about how much is happening in my life inwardly + outwardly and how funny Spirit is with their messages.. "Can't interfere.. it's a cannon event."

I have more stories like this..

but the gist is that there is more work to do. I just have to continue to go through the motions. As I was just shown, certain things that seem scary or will be too hard to do, may not be that difficult at all. . And that is exciting.. but I think the number one thing now is to actually set a gym routine that works for me. This energy has to be harnessed or it will just sway away

[cre8tivlife]

Learning about EFT

So, I ended up buying an online course(well, actually I bought several different courses about things that interest me) about EFT. I just started the course today, I got through the first two lessons.

Lesson 1 was more of a self enquiry regarding what "control, protection and approval" or the seeking of all three look like for me.

I was surprised that in my writing I was able to see that ALOT of my day is spent "effort"ing to control the outcome of another's emotions. Ain't that a b*tch? I mean that I clean so that me hubby "will" not be upset by the state of our home when he arrives from work. Which a lot of people, women especially, would say is normal to want to keep a clean space for your partner, but is it? I mean sure, to an extent, but what about when that is your only motivation to get things done? And why do I find this motivating? I am not motivated by his complements or recognition because he gives me none, so that's not it. I am not motivated to clean so that he will relax in his clean home. Until now I've realized that my motivation has come from the IDEA that I can CONTROL his emotional state to coming home from work, which is pretty freaking ridiculous. I know that his emotions and life experience and lessons and path are his alone. I cannot control them, nor is it my responsibility to control, match or cater to his moods, energy, thoughts or feelings. I know that if I don't do the things that are expected of me NOTHING will happen, no one will die, my life will not be in danger, he will not DO anything to me, yet the need to make things as picturesque as possible lingers. Often, I spend time trying to figure out his emotional state and the reasons for it, neither of which are my responsibility.

I understand that I must release the desire to control the outcome(in this situation someone else's feelings) and instead accept that all is well, that I am safe. Nothing very serious is going on here.

I will work, instead, on maintaining my home at my own pace. To help me with this, instead of worrying about what he might think when I clean I will instead ask myself "what would you be doing to maintain your home for YOURself? How would YOU like to see your home? What task would YOU like to prioritize?" I have to remember to take my Self back, I'd been giving my power away for so long. I have to live for me. So now I ask, if I didn't expect anything from him at all, how would I see myself? Him? My home? My worth? My routines? Which is how it should be. Unconditional. I find that I expect SO MUCH of him that now I have to release those expectations. He is not here to fill my expectations as much as I a am not here to fill his expectations. And when I stop PROJECTING what I BELEIVE are his expectations of me I am able to see myself and him more clearly.

I release the expectations that I hold for myself and others. I love myself unconditionally. I accept that I am worthy of all the blessing that my vortex holds for me and I make conscious decisions that allow me to line up with the most positive outcomes, not to control them. After all, this is life. It's a wild ride.

All is well. I am safe. I am loved. I am Love.

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Ranking Magical Mentors

(a completely incomplete and objectively biased analysis, don’t @ me)

Shazam (Shazam!) Score: -~.5/10

Shazam gets -1 point for every year he spent looking for a hero who will receive phenomenal cosmic powers while not having "fully matured brain" as one of the hard requirements of the job. The exact number of years isn't specified; he said he'd been looking for "centuries" but is in fact from Ancient Egypt or before then, so being bad at math subtracts another .5 from his score.

Albus Dumbledore (Harry Potter Series) Score: 0/10

Written by a transphobe, fell in love with a nazi, gave a kid to abusive relatives, categorizes some children as evil and then punishes them for it. No points to Dumbledore.

The Ancient One (Doctor Strange) Score: 1/10

Whitewashing and Orientalism disguised as feminist, post-racial open-mindedness. You can’t just throw a bald Tilda Swinton at the problem and expect it to do the work for you.

Glinda the Good Witch (The Wizard of Oz) Score: 2/10

Glinda purposely manipulates an ignorant farm girl and sends her on a path to kill the Wicked Witch of the West even though Dorothy had the tools to get home the entire time. So -5 for being a terrible mentor but +5 for being a girlboss. Depending on what source material you consider canon she is possibly working out some blended family trauma, possibly a figment of Dorothy's psyche? She ends up at a 2/10 for being incredibly patronizing and giving off church lady energy by not only unironically deigning herself "Good" but also making that a huge part of her identity.

Brom (Eragon) Score: 3/10

This was definitely a guy who existed and was in a movie I've seen. Not actually magic?

Gaius (Merlin) Score: 5/10

The magical mentor of the original magical mentor himself. Set up to be wise but in hindsight gave Merlin a lot of very bad advice, chiefly in not advising him to tell Arthur the truth a long, long time ago. Best “sweet old man” vibes on this list though.

Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander (Legend of the Seeker) Score: 7/10

Zed is a wise old wizard who actually survived his protege's call to action, but he was also constantly being written out of fights to counterbalance that. Negative points for reducing the found family aspect of being a magical mentor by, y'know, actually being related to his charge. Gains points again for constantly hyping every new type of magic as "P O W E R F U L  M A G I C" and because Bruce Spence’s scenery chewing and Sam Raimi's sense of humor are a match made in cheesy TV heaven. When magic turned him young again he looked a bit like James Spader, but I’m not sure how to score that.

Dishonorable Mention: Zeddicus Zu'l Zorander (Sword of Truth Series) Score: -10/10

I haven't read it, but I've heard this book series described as "Ayn Rand high fantasy". The true Randian ideal is pulling yourself up by your bootstraps and having a magical mentor at all sounds too much like filthy communism to me. Why can’t you teach yourself magic, Richard?

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars) Score: 9/10

He may be from sci-fi but he's a classic magical mentor. He loses some of the mystique he presented in the original trilogy by having his entire background gone over with a fine tooth comb in prequels, expanded universe novels and television. Dramatic b*tch and a bit of a troll, especially as a ghost. Dinging him one point for lack of prerequisite wisdom with regard to some of his life choices.

Moiraine Damodred (Wheel of Time) Score: 10/10

A perfect score for absolute perfection. She's not dead (yet? no book spoilers!) so that puts her ahead of a lot of people on this list, she is also the only magical mentor with enough foresight to invest in a bodyguard. Great judge of character and knowledgeable about a lot of things while still being much younger than your average magic mentor, which highlights her hustle and work ethic. Moiraine takes on multiple possible Chosen Ones at once, proving herself the modern solution to magical mentorship (as well as a perfect representation of the overloaded modern worker being forced to do multiple jobs at once).

Gandalf (The Lord of the Rings Series) Score: 100/10

Gandalf is wise, powerful, frustratingly vague, disappears at inopportune times so the hero has to solve his own problems... This guy has it all going for him, including some of the best lines in the series. Died at the appropriate moment to drive the hero's journey and then walked it off. Somehow manages to seem cool and virtuous even though he's a senior citizen who hangs around small "innocents" while smoking copious amounts of weed and setting off fireworks. Looked better in gray, but what can you do. A true icon.

Granny Weatherwax (The Discworld Series) Score: ↑/~

Granny doesn't hold with all of this numbers and ranks business. She can't be having that kind of thing. However if you must know, she is definitely up there near the top. Has been the magical mentor of at least four young witches and hasn't been murdered yet. Excellent references.