#i was half asleep when i wrote this so idk if it even makes sense lol

[eventheodds]

things you said with clenched fists

The longer she stays here, the more Meryl is convinced she’s walked into some fever dream.

Even the room she’d been given feels like it’s part of this dream and it’ll be any second now that she’ll actually wake up and find herself in some motel on her way back to Headquarters or en route to another assignment. The quiet moments of the farm in the morning before activity resumes adds to the surreal.

The way her muscles ache from the previous days helping out with chores, like she’s here to earn her keep, is a stark reminder that this is, indeed, all real. This morning proves to be no different as she kicks off the covers and instantly regrets it when she feels the soreness return upon movement. Meryl spends a few minutes in this bed, groaning softly as a dull pain courses through her until she has enough energy to get up and swing her legs over the bed.

No doubt once she’s dressed and heading downstairs, she’ll find Knives outside, perhaps catching up with what had been missed from the previous day—on account of her still not fully believing that this is real.

Meryl reminds herself that the only reason she’s still here is because Knives said Vash would be on his way. She doesn’t know if Vash is aware she’s here, but she wants to see him and, if it’s any indication, she knows that Vash will find a way to seek out his brother. It doesn’t fully sit well with her that she’s here like some kind of bait, but she’s far enough that lying to Headquarters about her location is easy enough to do without them suspecting anything.

If the News Agency knew that both Vash and Knives were still alive, this place would be swarming.

And the last thing anyone would need is whatever remains of Patrol to be surrounding the area.

Just as she predicted, Knives is outside. Her appetite isn’t what it once was, even when presented with delectable food.

She thinks he’ll expect her to resume helping with chores around the farm, picking up where she left off, and to continue on thinking none of this is odd or strange. There’s another bed of seedlings that need to be watered and the watering can is so perfectly positioned that she wouldn’t be able to miss it.

“Why am I even here?!”

She’s not gone to pick up the watering can, rather choosing to stand before it with her arms pinned to her sides and her hands clenched in frustration, anger, fear and maybe a tinge of hope that Vash is coming. It might not be in her best interest to listen to Knives, but she’s been looking for so long that it feels desperate at this point.

“Don’t think I forgot what you did, with your knives and what you did to Vash!”

There’s red splotches appearing on her cheeks as her voice tapers off just as quickly as it had risen, and Meryl physically takes a step back because there is a genuine fear that this could get a rise out of him. She expects to hear the whistling of many blades being summoned at once, but all remains calm.

Meryl releases a breath she’d been holding finally picking up the watering can and walking towards the source of water that will fill it up. She’s giving herself another few days, and hopes that Knives isn’t counting down either.

[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🕸🍒┊Explaining | Katsuki Bakugou꒱

Can’t stop thinking about this post by @tired-biscuit and thinking even harder about catching Katsuki one night.

Will this turn into a thing? Maybe— (update from future! me: This is somehow 2.7k. I don’t know if it even makes any sense, mush brain. It’s midnight. Christ. Edited and added a little read more thing)

『♡』 f! reader, best friends to lovers, m masturbation, piv sex, arguing, anxious katsuki for a bit, some praise, fingering, idk guys sex stuff, unedited bc I wrote it half asleep

Katsuki fucks his fist sloppy, chewing on the end of his shirt. Slippery beads of precum well up and spill down the shaft and he circles his thumb over the head.

He chokes back a moan and squeezes harder, slamming his hips forward desperately in need of release. The tension in his body has been pulling like a rubber band for hours. It stretches farther and farther every time.

Tonight was torture for him. You’d worn those stupid shorts and a loose crop top. You never wear a bra under your crop tops, let alone around him.

Every time you’d lift your arms too high he’d get a peek of your pretty tits and jerk his head to the side. Your shorts were no different— showing off the underside of your ass cheeks and tight enough he could just make out the outline of your pussy. Normally both would be fine but, fuck.

His strokes get faster while his mind fuzzes. Lust clouds his thought process as he shoves the guilt to the back of his mind to deal with later. His face feels numb, his lips tingle, the metaphorical rubber band pulls tighter.

Tighter. Like his fist is while it squeezes down on his cock and spreads the precum all over him.

Tighter. Like he’s sure your pussy would be as it was wrapping around him and sucking him with each thrust.

The end of his t shirt is wet and slobbery. A thin sheen of sweat coats his body and the slapping wet noises of his thrusts is getting louder. His brows furrow as he closes overwhelmed eyes. With the sound of the water running in the background he doesn’t even hear you coming.

You’re usually a little loud when you’re sleepy and heading to the bathroom. Your feet amble beneath you without too much sense, body heavy, mind foggy— you’re a sweet little thing when you’re sleepy. One too many times has he woken to you running into walls while trying to get into the bathroom.

But he doesn’t hear you this time.

He pants and whines a little in the back of his throat, sloppily fucking his hand. He’s focused on the thought of you up under him. Sliding your shorts to the side and letting him eat your pussy. Bouncing on his cock in that big shirt you stole from him a year or two ago.

He’s a goddamn mess. The tension and heat in his tummy gets tighter, tighter, until he feels like he might pass out. The world is about to allow him the grace of relief.

And then you sleepily open your bathroom door. You’re still half awake with drool on your face and your eyes hardly open. You’d changed into comfier shorts and kept the crop top, which was now riding up on one side so that your tit was on display.

“Gotsta’ pee,” You blink hazily trying to figure out why your bathroom smells like fresh salted caramel.

He forgot to lock it.

Katsuki is frozen in place. He doesn’t know what to do, say, think— you just walked in on him jacking off in your bathroom. Precum is still dribbling out and all over his hand. He opens his mouth with a red face and lets his shirt drop to cover his abs, quickly shoving his cock into his pajama pants.

And you’re just standing there like you hardly even register what’s going on. Your eyes widen when two and two come together, making four. Watery carmine eyes meet yours as his lips tremble before he’s shoving past you with sparking palms.

He tries to rush out and makes a mad dash to your bedroom to grab his things. Embarrassment and guilt makes him panic, filling his being with a nauseous feeling. And he’s not sure what to do or say.

Does he say sorry? Does he confess? Does he block you and run?

For once, Katsuki doesn’t want to be brave. He is scared and he is tired of being the hero who has no fear. Anxiety makes his fingers shake while tears threaten to spill over his pretty tanned cheeks.

You come rushing around the corner with flushed cheeks and determined hands. Your fingers twist into his shirt and pull him back, spinning him around to face you. It’s a miracle you managed it with how much bigger and stronger he is.

Katsuki’s terrified gaze holds yours with a trembling lower lip. He might be much bigger but right now he feels small.

“Wait, wait, wait. Hey— hey what’s goin’ on?” You coo, pulling him toward your bed to sit. His feet move on their own accord and do as you please. “Why are you leaving?” Fingers twist tighter in his shirt.

The blonde gawks and scrambles for words. Quick breaths leave his lips with little to no time between. Katsuki wants to cry, scream, and just die. You caught him beating his fuckin meat in your bathroom and now you’re comforting him.

“What else m’ I supposed to fuckin do?” He grunts, putting his brave face and frown right back on.

“Get in bed and go back to sleep?” Your head tilts and you say it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Katsuki confusedly jerks back with a frown and snort. Thick hands grip his sweatpants for dear life.

“You want me to get in bed with you and go back to sleep after—after that?” The AC kicks on in the background and whirrs to life, sending cool air through the room.

“Yeah? Unless you wanna talk about it now at,” you glance at the clock on the nightstand “, two fourty five in the fucking morning.” You rub your face with your palm.

“I don’t think me jacking off in your bathroom needs explaining.” He spits, flustered and annoyed. His face scrunches up all sour and huffs, the tips of his ears still red.

You sigh and frustration bubbles in his chest.

“What? You can’t seriously want me—“

Your hand presses to his mouth and you shoot him a glare. Exhaustion spreads your features with a huff to shut him up.

“What’s going on? And don’t give me some bullshit. Just tell me what’s going on.” Your tone leaves no room for an argument.

“You and your stupid fuckin— stupid shorts and whiny voice and shit. That’s what’s going on!” He leans in so that his nose is only a few inches from yours and snaps.

“Me?” You mumble, obviously confused.

“Yes, you.” His fingers press near your sternum and poke with a growl.

You squeak and narrow your eyes, moving closer to him yourself and pushing his chest lightly.

“What about you?” You guffaw. You’re not quite wrapping your mind around the situation yet, still tired and not understanding what the big deal is.

And Katsuki nearly loses it. The tension so thick you could cut it with a knife, his mind racing and chest heaving. He’s been dealing with you practically torturing him day in and day out for years— and now you’re asking about him. But before he can speak you start rambling on.

“You run around in these goddamn sweatpants-“ you tug at the grey fabric a little “and you say I’M what’s going on? You still haven’t explained shit!”

Katsuki turns a shade of red you’ve never seen before. He starts noticing your close proximity, the way your breath still smells like toothpaste, your pout. Your lips are an inch away from his and it is taking every little bit of willpower he has to not kiss you.

“Yes.” A puff of air ghosts over your lips and you take in the sight in front of you. Feelings you tried to shove down bubble in your tummy and spread.

The rubber band that’s been winding in his gut and mind for far too long grows tighter. Stretched to the point of which it’ll never be the same.

Heat in your stomach starts to flow and consume your being as things begin to click into place. He was getting off in your bathroom, he said you’re what’s going on.

“Oh..” you breathlessly whisper. Something in you burns. If he feels the same way then.. it couldn’t hurt, could it?

Katsuki jerks his head away from yours and looks to the side. His shoulders tight, grey t shirt with a damp area at the bottoms wrinkling as he fidgets with it. It’s like he’s waiting for the sting of rejection.

You grab his jaw with unsure hands and guide him back to look at you. His big, misty and wide eyes peering into your own.

And then you kiss him.

Snap

All tongue and soft lips, teeth clashing against his from the awkward position. You dig your nails into his chest like he’s gonna float away if you don’t.

And katsuki just might. Because you taste just like he thought you would, your mouth moves against his like he was just fantasizing about before. He soaks in the kiss like it will be his last until you break for air while panting.

“Don’t you ever try to run from me like that again.” You whine and dive back in.

His body acts before he can think enough to stop himself. You fall back against the mattress, plushie beside your head. His thick heavy body presses you into it and weighs you down while big hands travel up and down you. He explores your body like it’s something to be worshipped.

Your own hands push and pull at him. They slide under his shirt and drag nails down his toned, tan back. Your legs open up so he can slot between them with a particularly good suck on his bottom lip.

A breathy moan leaves your lips and it sends fire down his body.

“Fuck— god.” He whines between kisses. The line of his cock presses against you through your thin pajama shorts and makes you antsy. Your fingers grip at Wheaty blond roots and tug.

“Is this— oh,” You can feel him drag against you through his sweats. “ is this what you were thinking about?”

Katsuki shakes his head.

“Close enough.” He gasps, guttural and needy as your teeth nip under his jaw. Your tongue slides down the column of his throat as his clothed cock does against your heat.

“Wanna know what I think about?”

His mind stills and he nods feverishly before diving into the crook of your neck to suck. Pink marks are left in his wake and his fingers slide under the fabric of your shorts to rub little circles on your clit.

It makes you stutter and forget what you’re doing for a moment, your legs shake and squeeze around him.

“Been thinkin’ bout your cock in me—“ your pussy drools all over his fingers and the breath gets punched out of him all at once.

“God you fuckin minx.” He growls and slips a finger into your already soaked core. He feels a little more sure of himself, a little better about it.

Your head throws back when he adds the second finger and curls them up. The pad of his thumb works in little circles and flicking motions rhythmically. You keep making these little noises that send jolts to his cock and make it twitch.

For the second time that night, his cock drools precum. It smears against the inside of his pajama pants and dribbles even more when your eyes go wide.

“Katsuki— god, like that, like that!” You babble until a particular stroke of his thumb has your body tightening and then shaking. Release covers his fingers and he yanks your pajama shorts off your body and throws them to the side.

“Good girl, that’s a good girl.” Thick fingers rub soothing circles over your pussy while he slides his shirt and pants off.

You feel his cock press against your folds and then his face is right above yours. He licks lazily into your mouth, hand coming up under your thighs to guide them around his back where your ankles cross over.

“Shit— y’so wet for me.” He mumbles between kisses and then links a hand with yours, pressing it into the mattress. “You want it? Want my cock?”

“Quit being a tease! Just give me your ohhh” You whimper and gasp, head throwing back and free hand coming to clutch at anything you can get your hands on.

He’s girthy and hot as he fills you up to the brim. There’s not a space untouched by his cock, making you feel so stuffed and out of breath you can hardly move.

“That’s it, you can take it.” He breathes into your mouth.

You slowly adjust to him and as soon as you relax, he pulls his hips back and thrusts. It makes you hiccup and lose your mind. The sheets are much too sweaty, AC be damned, and he looks like a literal god over you.

All tanned muscle and flushed cheeks. His pretty focused face scrunched up in determination not to cum immediately. You’re not sure how much you can take before you tear the sheets apart and scream.

He sets an even pace with his hips before propping your hips up a little and slowing down. It’s slow but it’s deep. His cock head touches something in you that has expletives leaving both your mouths as your nails dig into his shoulders.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-“ he desperately tries to keep hold of sanity. But you taste good, you smell good- better than any of his fantasies. Your pussy wraps around him in ways he couldn’t imagine. You’re really sprawled under him and moaning.

His cock is frothing near the base because of how wet you are, pussy juice and precum sliding between your ass cheeks and onto the bed. Your pink bedsheets are damp and one of your plushies has been thrown off the bed in the midst of your feverish mess.

It doesn’t last long. His face crumples as he cums and he rubs your clit and pussy until you squeeze down on him right after.

His jaw drops into a low “o” when he cums. You thank every lucky star for birth control while you both come down off a high. The two of you lay there and pant for a while before his cock slides out of you and he collapses onto your bed.

“Holy fuck.” Katsuki mutters to no one but himself. Half of him can’t believe it. He feels like icy hot with his back and forth his thoughts are, reeling and trying to take in what happened and what is happening.

“Yeah—“ you roll and press your chest against him. A kiss to his jaw makes his heart throb. “God that was good.”

A thick, beefy arm wraps around you and he hides his face in your neck. He sighs and pulls you in closer.

“I better not be readin’ this shit wrong but..” He mumbles, yanking up the blankets over the two of you. “We’re a thing now right?”

You snort and laugh for a minute.

“Yeah, duh, dummy” You smack his chest and roll your eyes.

The AC finally does it’s job at cooling the two of you off and he grumbles and gets a towel to clean you off. It only takes a few minutes before the two of you are back in pajamas and laying on top of a throw blanket. The massive comforter pulled over the two of you.

You flick on the TV and scroll through some of the go to shows before curling against him with a sigh. When you glance up, you notice a deep frown on his face and grumble.

“What are you looking so pissy for?” You place a peck on his jaw and turn your attention back to the screen.

His big hands run up and down your body, thumbs dragging over your hips. With a look of defeat and a pout, he admits, “Eiji’ bet me a hundred bucks you liked me back.”

That earns him a smack on the chest. “Don’t you dare tell him it’s cause I caught you beating off in my bathroom, Katsuki.”

[kamii-2]

“you thought wrong”

so sorry for not posting a chapter in almost 2 months but i hope you guys enjoy this long-ish chapter! a part of this chapter is based off of a fanfic i read a while ago, im not sure who wrote it or who the fic was about but if i ever find out who it is i will definitely give them a shoutout type thing. i’d also like to say this chapter is where things start to like really happen (idk how else to word it, hopefully you get what im saying) and im very sorry if the beginning of the sorry is confusing in any way, also act like they’re all old enough to drink.

warning(s): cussing, drinking, kissing

genre: fluff

pairing(s): kk arnold x reader

“you thought wrong” masterlist

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chapter 3: “is this some kind of prank?”

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the moment you accidentally opened the door then shut it, kk pulled away from the girl she was making out with and ran to ice, not telling the other girl what was going on. “ice, i think i messed up any chances i had with y/n. she just walked in on me making out with another girl.” kk told her best friend, trying to catch her breath from running down the flight of stairs. “why would you even make out with someone else if you wanted her so bad? are you actually stupid?” ice was mad that kk would even do something like that, wanting a girl then making out with another, it made no sense. “i haven’t done anything with anybody in a while and the girl offered so why not take up that offer?” kk said, half joking. kk thought about where you could’ve went, “she left second she came back down here.” ice said as she took a sip of her drink. “great.” was all kk said as she plopped down next to her best friend.

-

kk was all you could think about while you laid in bed, trying to sleep. after seeing her kissing another girl it made you realize how in love with her you were. you wished you were the one she was kissing, not some random girl at a house party who probably just wanted to use kk for sex. the image of her and the other girl kept replaying in your head again and again, you couldn’t take it anymore so you tried to watch tiktok to forget about kk and the stupid girl she was with. when you opened tiktok the first thing you seen was an edit of kk. “oh my God.” you said out loud as you got off the app and turned on your tv. you decided to just watch some netflix until you fell asleep.

when you woke up with a mild headache, you didn’t drink too much so your hang over wasn’t as bad as it usually was when you drank. you got up and took some medicine to ease the headache and drank water to help the pill go down your throat. you grabbed your phone and seen that symphony had texted you a few times asking if you were okay, you told her about how all you thought about was kk last night and how when you opened tiktok she was the first thing you seen. you two continued to text about what happened last night and other random things until symphony just randomly stopped texting you back for a good 20 minutes. you brushed it off and went on with your day, thinking she was busy or her phone died. in reality, symphony got a text from kk’s best friend, ice, on instagram.

-instagram direct messages-

@ice.brady: hey this is symphony right?

@symphony_roy: yea why?

@ice.bradyy: be honest, does y/n like kk bc kk likes her a lot and doesn’t believe me that y/n likes her back. @ice.bradyy: pls tell me i promise to not show kk like fr

@symphony_roy: yes 😭 ive been telling y/n since the day she told me that kk is gay and likes her back but her slow ass won’t believe me

@ice.brady: bro they act the same way exact same way 😭@ice.bradyy: anyway the reason im texting you is bc i think we should make them go in a blind date but don’t tell them the gender of the person bc i don’t want them to find out immediately

@symphony_roy: wait that’s a really good idea @symphony_roy: but we need to plan this more before we dive right into it

-real life-

after they planned out their entire plan, symphony went to your dorm. “hey.” you greeted as she barged in, using the spare key you had gave her. “so…. how do you feel about blind dates?” she asked while clasping her hands together, taking a seat on the couch next to you. “uhm, they’re okay i guess… why?” you reply while stopping what you were doing on your phone and side eyeing her. “because you’re going on one on monday.” symphony stated, “what?!?” you yelled while whipping your head to look at her, “i did not sign up for that!” symphony just stared at you, a small smirk on her face. “well, you’re going on it, i don’t care what you say.” symphony shrugged while getting up and leaving, “bye, remember you have a date in two days, i’ll send you the details later.” she closed the door.

-

when you woke up you seen kk had followed you back on every app you followed her on, seeing this made your stomach do backflips. you were a bit embarrassed because you had followed her for ages and she just now followed you back but you didn’t really care because atleast she followed you. as the day went on you kept stalking kk, being careful to not like any super old pictures on instagram or old tiktoks. you were stalking so hard you even found her mom’s facebook page. in the middle of your stalking, symphony barged in your room, “okay so what are you gonna wear tomorrow?” she asked while sitting at the edge of your bed, facing you. “i don’t know, probably jean shorts and a crop top.” you shrugged, “basic as hell. wear something more revealing, you gotta show off all that ass to them.” she half-joked, “bro then you find my outfit.” you sighed at her.

symphony went to your closet and started to look through everything to find the perfect outfit for you. after about 10 minutes she found a short, tight, light pink dress. you bought it last month and never got the chance to wear it. “it’s perfect, i’ll tell your date to wear something on the nicer side. you guys will look so cute together.” she smiled while holding the dress up. you were still unsure on the whole blind date thing but you were kind of excited for it, maybe you’ll meet your soulmate. you had thought about who it could be and you thought about it being kk but you weren’t sure if symphony would do something like that.

symphony stayed over for the rest of the day and didn’t go home until sunset. you two talked about life, ordered pizza, and watched a few movies sherrie she went back to her dorm. you were too nervous to go to bed, knowing that the next day at 7pm you would be meeting up with a potential complete stranger for dinner.

-

the whole day you were super nervous and could barely think straight. part of you was thinking about just not going but you know if you did that then symphony would rip you a new one. you were hoping the date was a girl and hoping it was kk but you knew it wasn’t gonna be her, kk was just making out with another girl 2 days ago, she wouldn’t switch that fast, or so you thought. at around 6:00 you started getting ready, putting on the dress and some white heels that made you an inch taller, and putting on light makeup. symphony showed up to your dorm at 6:34, “im taking you to the restaurant because im gonna sit a table or two away and watch yall.” she said with a huge smile on her face. you nodded in response and continued to get ready.

on the way there you were so nervous to where you thought you could throw up. the whole car ride you were silent and had short answers when symphony talked to you. “y/n its okay i promise. dont worry about anything. all you gotta do is meet this person, talk to them, eat dinner, then you’re done.” symphony reassured you, keeping her eyes on the road. you sighed and tried to think on the bright side of it, if you didn’t like this person then you’d probably never have to talk to them again. as you got closer you got more and more nervous but you kept thinking about what symphony said and it helped it go down.

when you two got to the restaurant you immediately got out and walked into the restaurant. symphony pointed, “your date’s already here.” you stopped dead in your tracks and whipped your head towards her. “is this some kind of prank?” you asked while wide eyes. “nope. your date is kk.” symphony laughed while pushing you towards the table. “symphony you’re fucking lying.” you said while trying to resist her pushing you. “i’m not, now go sit down and talk to her.” she said while pushing you again and walking away. you sighed before slowly walking over to the table that kk was at. when she looked up from her phone she paused for a second before she realized that you were her blind date. when you sat down it was quiet for a second before she said something. “hey y/n. how’s life been?” she said, not knowing what else to say. “it’s been fine, how about you?” you asked her, “good. did you know that i was your date?” kk asked with a smile. “no, symphony literally came into my dorm and told me that i was going on a blind date, didn’t tell me anything else.” you two laughed and continued to talk.

the night went very well, you two talked about everything under the sun and flirted a lot. symphony and ice were watching from a few tables over and talked about how cute you two were together. “i’m glad they made us go on this date.” you admitted while admiring kk, looking her up and down. “i agree, maybe i can get your number or something?” kk asked, “yea.” you say as you proceed to tell her your number. after she got your number the flirting was nonstop, now she was certain you liked her back. the rest of the night you two continued to talk about random stuff and even talked about going on another date.

at free you guys paid for the food snd drink you both went over to symphony and ice’s table. “hey guys.” ice said with a smirk, “do yall wanna go to a club or something?” symphony asked while standing up. “sure why not.” you said, “okay i’ll send you the address.” symphony said, talking to ice. ice nodded and you all went to the cars. “so how was it?” symphony questioned you the moment you both got in the car, “we were flirting the whole time and she asked for my number.” you answered, “aren’t you glad i made you go on this date?” she smiled while pulling out of the parking lot and driving to the bar, you nodded and told her more about the date.

after you got your ID’s checked, kk grabbed your hand and pulled you into the bathroom. “what’s wrong?” you asked when you reached a stall. “nothing.” she mumbled before kissing you, you immediately kiss back. the kiss felt magical, the way your lips fit together perfectly made your stomach do frontflips. you relunctsntly pulled away for air, “damn.” was all kk could say as she went back for more.

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i’m so sorry this took like 2 months to get out but i still hope you enjoyed!! i hope you have a good day/night, love you 💋💋

[ghostbeam]

1.5k, charcoal artist!dabi (again I’m so sorry), mentions of alcohol, dabi and reader are awkward, idk what this is but I kept it under 2k and that is a win for me

It’s been two weeks.

You haven’t seen him by your tree since then, but you haven’t taken him up on his offer and showed up at his place. You transferred the address from the pen on your skin to a scrap piece of paper and hung in on your fridge before you could lose it forever after washing your hands.

It would be weird to show up without calling, only you can’t call him because you don’t have his number. You don’t have classes in the same building, and you think it would be even weirder to walk around the art department to find him instead of just knocking on his door, like he asked you to. 

So, you do end up at his front door, double checking the address with the numbers outside, because Dabi seems to live in some kind of warehouse, and you would assume he wrote down the wrong address if it didn’t make complete sense in your mind that he lived here. You decided on a Friday night, because you assumed a guy like him would be out, and the thought of him answering his door right now is mortifying. 

But he does answer it, and his hair is sticking out in different directions even worse than before, and he’s yawning into his fist, and you’re realizing you’ve just woke him up. 

It stuns him a little, to see you. You’re cute all bundled up from the chilly night out, chin tucked into your scarf as you let your eyes fall over his form. 

“I didn’t think you’d come.” He tells you, leaning against his door frame, voice heavy with sleep. “Figured you thought it was weird that I gave you my address.”

“It was weird.” You nodded, shivering a bit from the cold. “Can I come in?”

He opens the door wider and lets you through. It’s mostly dark inside, one lamp in a far corner illuminating just a little bit of the room. He mutters a sorry as he passes by you, turning on lights overhead, half of the lightbulbs needing to be changed and not helping to illuminate the place much at all. 

“It’s usually brighter during the day.” He shrugs, turning back towards you. “The windows.”

He gestures behind him and you notice the large panels of glass against both walls. It must be nice in the day, all of the natural light, especially for an artist. 

You continue to look around. It’s mostly one giant room with ceilings as tall as the sky. There’s a small kitchen on the right side of the place, art that you assume isn’t his hung on the refrigerator, handmade mugs hanging on a rack by the sink, boxes of sugary cereal on the wooden island you think maybe he or someone else built.

There’s a bathtub to the left, just out in the middle of everything. It’s strange, and completely out of place, but looking at it gives you some sort of weird vision of the future in your mind. Reading in it, leaning back against Dabi and falling asleep, him peering over the edge and kissing you goodbye. A fond smile crosses your face.

Easels, and standing desks, and giant canvases full of abstract paint fill the rest of the room. A tarp on the floor in the middle of everything is covered with charcoal and red paint, pages and pages of unfinished sketches. Paperbacks lay on tables, stacked up against walls, three on his bedside table, all with bookmarks inside, unfinished.

“It’s a mess, I know.” He shrugs. “I kept it nice for a while, you know, in case you came, but then I kind of figured you never would. But you did.”

There’s something guarded about him this time, less open than he was when you met him on the grass. You can understand it. After all, you’re intruding. He was asleep. You should go home. 

“Maybe I should go home. It’s probably a bad time. It’s late, and—” You feel his hand wrap around your wrist, stoping your nervous ramble.

“Stay. Please, I want you to stay.” He tells you, and you can see that bit of vulnerability shine through, a little bit in his eyes. You nod, unable to look away from him. “You want something to drink?”

You don’t trust your voice, so all you do is nod, and when Dabi disappears into his tiny kitchen, you walk further into the room, entranced by his art. You wish you knew more about it, then, that you had something to compare it to, though you think maybe there’s nothing like what he does. 

He brings back a bottle of beer, and you take a long gulp because you suddenly feel hot alone with Dabi in his space. He chuckles under his breath and tugs on your arm.

“You wanna take this off?” He asks you, tugging on your scarf. You hand him your beer and take your scarf and coat off, letting him take them from you and laying them across his bed. He walks to one of the desks in the room, pulling the spiral sketchbook from the day before and a portfolio with handles from behind the desk. He hands you the book and drops the portfolio heavy on the floor. 

“Here.” He tells you, rubbing his palms on the sides of his pants out of what you think is nerves. “It’s obviously not everything, but you can start here, I guess. Or stop there, too. If you get sick of it.”

You say nothing, but you move to sit on the floor, opening the spiral sketchbook. It’s not all pretty or refined or finished. It’s a hand and an eye and the face of a friend and a tree and a body of water. It’s all scribbled and jagged, and there’s bits that are smooth, smudged over and shaded in a way that makes you feel like if you touched it, it would feel like skin. There’s splotches of red and yellow, blues and greens, a random water color on one page, ink on the next. 

And when you get close to the end, it’s all you. 

It’s not much, but it’s more than you expected. There’s no more mistakes here, nothing unfinished or crossed out or scribbled over. He’s careful about it. You’re speechless. 

You pull the portfolio into your lap and open the flap. Pages of all varying sizes and textures are stuffed inside. These pieces are much more refined. He’s worked on them for longer, maybe for a class. He has an unbelievable eye for the human body, how it bends and folds. You hate to think about how these are hidden away behind his desk. You’d put them up around the city, and on bulletin boards in cafe’s, and over every inch of your walls in your own apartment.

It makes you feel a little bit emotional, here on his floor with his soul in your hands. There’s this urge you have, to hug him, to push his hair from his eyes, to kiss his hands. You hold one page in between your fingers, the torso of a man and his arms around a woman, her head lying back against his chest. You stand up, and you look at him with your watery eyes, and you turn to walk away. 

You swing a leg over the weird, out in the open bath tub, and settle down inside, looking down at the piece you took. Dabi’s footsteps are slow as he approaches you, crouches down next to the tub and rests his forearms on it.

“You can have that one.” He says, resting his chin against his arm. “Or any of them. Tell me, and it’s yours.”

You don’t know how to tell him you want it all. Selfishly, you’d take every single piece if he gave them to you. 

You look at him, thumbing the corner of the page, yours now. You keep opening and closing your mouth like you want to speak. You want to tell him thank you, and you probably should if he’s really letting you keep it, but it’s more than that. Thank you for letting me see you. I have nothing like this that can show you the inside of my soul, but you can reach through my ribs if you want to.

His hand comes up to rest behind your head, the brush of his thumb against your neck, tender. You lean into it and close your eyes. When you open them, he’s much closer now, so close that leaning forward makes you bump noses. He smiles. 

“Will you stay?” It’s not a question of just to night, but forever, you think. Or at least that’s how it feels to you. You nod. 

“God, yes.” You answer, like you’ve been waiting for him to ask, like you’re whole life has led up to this moment in this empty bathtub. He brushes his lips against yours like he’s asking permission. You give him the slightest nod. 

He kisses you. 

[elizais]

Hello how are you? Have you drunk water today? stay hydrated!!

Anyway, I wanted to ask for chuuya x reader where she has light pink or lilac hair and loves colorful things like different accessories, trinkets in her hair, lively clothes, you know? He always dresses up in a cool but beautiful way, and because of his style he attracts attention

i'm good thank you so much for asking!! i wrote them as headcannons xx

chuuya x reader!! cutesy stuff i lovee this request thank you anon! headcannons !

-to start with, he adores your hair colour! the way it perfectly matches you and how you style it perfectly.

-when he first meets you, he is immediately drawn to the way you look. not in a way that he only cares about your appearance but in the way that it is you and he loves everything about you !

-when you begin to start dating, you don't want him buying you anything expensive like necklaces so he settles for the cutest pieces for you.

-sparkly little barrettes are his go to for you, he once bought a clip with pearls and he thought he broke you when he saw your overjoyed reaction.

-whilst he would never admit it, having orange hair wasn't his favourite thing but having someone as cute as you with bright hair made him incredibly happy.

-he can't even express how much he loves when you tie your hair with a ribbon or a bow, seeing you all happy makes him feel like his heart will explode!!!

-not to mention how he dresses in a very sophisticated way, given the PM members all seem to dress very formally but he just likes dressing that way! but the way you contradict his very proper clothing definitely makes the stubborn man more adventurous.

-maybe you're slowly introducing a light pink dress shirt into his wardrobe..

-when you are introduced to everyone at the PM as his partner romantically, how someone who usually came off as grumpy and had a very dark sense of clothing was with you definitely felt like a yin and yang type of dynamic.

-also idk why but when i read the bit about hair colour i had to think about the motorcycle!! he probably used to make the argument that "it's definitely red, [name]." but now he is willing to say its pinky red if that makes you happy.

-maybe like when you come home and see him half asleep, sat on the couch after a stressful day at work he would let you play with his hair.

"[name]?" chuuya asked when his mind registered his hair was being brushed as he was half asleep. his eyes still closed. "yesss?" you asked. "what are you doing?" he grumbled. "dressing up your hair" he could hear the smile in your voice, whilst this was not his preferred activity if he could sleep as you done it he was more than happy. chuuya responded with a hum before falling into a light sleep. his hair was decorated with barrettes, bows, small flower clips, and a braid on one side with pins in it. proud of your creation, you stood up and took a photo of your lover with his new hairdo. he wouldn't be able to keep it in forever but kept them in until it was time for actually going to bed. the next day he turns on your phone to check the time on your lock screen to be met with the photo of him.

[callsign-rogueone]

Ohh can we get director's cut for "together" please?:3

of course! I love talking about these three 🖤🌿⚔️

why I wrote this:

I’ve wanted to do something with a reader bandaging Xaden’s 107 cuts for a while now, but I’m still very awkward in writing for him bc in my mind that’s bestie Violet’s man and not ours 😅 so making it Garrick and Angel was a compromise — still a tender moment with baby shadow boy being taken care of and held, but not in a romantic sense. plus they’re supposed to be like… 17? at the time so I didn’t want to make it weird. idk.

some highlights / things I’m proud of / etc:

-> poor baby Xay asking for help cleaning the cuts… “I’d do it myself, but I can’t see them.” -> he wants to be the strong one and get through all of this alone but he can’t, both physically (he can’t reach the cuts or see them) and emotionally (he needs someone to be there for him and hold him and let him cry.)

-> he has to lay facedown because the cuts are on his back,, but also this adds vulnerability — he’s exposed, and not in a position of power, not in control or ready to attack, just… laying there, defeated. and angel finding a way to provide physical comfort, with him laying down on a pillow and her petting his hair just like a mama would… 🥺

-> the callback to his mom leaving wasn’t originally in there but it hit me at the last minute and I thought it added depth — in a situation like this, bb just needs his mom but she’s long gone by now. and so there’s a parallel I drew there between bb gare and angel comforting him this way at 10-11 when mom left, and now at 16-17. the only two times he cried in front of them, which is an indicator that both of those situations are a Big Deal, defcon three, all hands on deck.

“You don’t tell him it’s okay, because it isn’t, but you need to say something, to acknowledge his pain and the sacrifice he’d just made for you and all of your friends, for people neither of you have even met.”

-> in my mind this is 10000% angel. but again I left it vague on purpose. anyway, angel knows. she knows that it isn’t okay. it won’t be okay for a long time. so she isn’t going to tell him that it is, even if it’s well-intentioned, because that would dismiss the fact that he is very much in pain right now and this situation is super messed up and decidedly Not Okay. idk. pet peeve of mine showing.

“He takes Garrick’s hand in his, holding it silently, a gesture with multiple meanings; a bid for comfort, wanting to have his best friends close, but also a reminder that the three of you are in this together, and an apology…”

-> they can’t hug bc it would hurt bb boy but I still wanted them to touch somehow. no toxic masculinity here!! they’re holding hands and cuddling because I said so, and because these three are family now — they kinda always have been, but now they’re all each other has.

-> I headcanon the boys being very physical with one another, and I spread that throughout my work — they spar, arm wrestle… at some point in “what was I made for?” one of them has the other in a headlock giving a noogie… let them be idiots, your honor!!! they’re 23 year old boys!! let them wrassle, and have a safe outlet for their emotions!

“You’re all going to be sore when you wake up from sleeping like this, bar Xaden, who looks perfectly comfortable where he’s curled up between you like an overgrown puppy.”

-> these boys are all tall and muscle-y and big tough dragon riders, but they still need to be held sometimes. let them be the little spoon!! let them curl up and fall asleep on top of you!! sweet bbs need to be wrapped in a warm blanket and cuddled and spoon-fed ice cream and given head scratches after the shit they’ve been though. they just need love — that’s half the reason I made the girlfriends. and this situation absolutely necessitated a puppy pile on the couch.

-> I just love this trio. the friend group of all time. but these three all have that rare, long-lasting “we’ve known each other since we could talk” bond. they’re not friends, they’re family. sticking “this is a set, do not separate” labels on each of their foreheads as we speak.

-> in my little happily-ever-after AU I’m drafting, uncle Xaden is the kids favorite and they love him to death. it’s adorable. he’s actually all of the kids’ favorite, even though he’s outwardly “scary”. but that’s not what you asked for so I’ll stop talking

this was terrible to format on my phone but I can’t sit up to use the laptop rn so sorry. I might go back and fix it later when I have the spoons but that’s doubtful :/

[prythianpages]

OK so.. I saw your post about taking suggestions for part two of Be Safe (which really I enjoyed BTW) and I have a few loose ideas that you are more than welcome to use - if inspiration happens to strike you from the random scenarios that have bounced around in my crazy head.

Az overhearing a couple of males talking disrespectfully about his mate, in particular her body. It really irks him and he confronts them about it, scaring the hell out of them in the process. Only for his mate to walk in at the end of the confrontation and be like "what's going on?"

I always loved thinking of a moment where Az would walk in on his mate sleeping while curled up under his cloak. Because let's be real, using his cloak as a blanket would be very cozy and soothing because I'm sure it would smell heavenly. And since their mates, his scent would probably bring her a sense of comfort. But since the bond has not snapped for her yet, he's not sure how to react, so he just let's her be - although his heart just swells at the sight.

Also the thought of Az's shadows behaving differently for his mate is just so cute. There's a few that will always trail behind her as she walks to the library, floating around her as she goes about her day. Maybe there could be a scene where someone even comments on the shadows that hang around her and she's just a bit oblivious as to what it means. Someone could comment like "I've never heard/seen of his shadows acting like that around anyone else" and she's just like "oh really?" (like girl, come on 😒)

Another little scene I imagine is waking from a nightmare and wondering (somewhat half asleep) to Az's room. He senses that she's approaching or maybe his shadows tell him of that fact, but either way she's in the hallway still hesitant to knock and he quickly opens the door, knowing something is wrong. After a bit of an angsty conversation about why she's even there in the middle of the night, she admits something like "because I feel better in your presence, safe, at peace" and at those words he's about to just fall to his knees.

IDK girl, that's all I've got right now. I hope this message isn't too overwhelming, but I got a little excited when I saw your post. Again, you don't have to use any of these ideas.. or use them all, whatever you wish! I just cannot wait to read more of your Azriel fics. Hope you're taking care of yourself in the process though 🤍

omg all of these are so good! had me squealing and kicking my feet, imagining writing them out 🥺 I was thinking about a comfort scene after a nightmare too! I wasn't sure if I wanted Az or reader to have the nightmare. If reader has the nightmare, it would follow the scenario you wrote. If Az has the nightmare it'd be of him losing you to Helion lol and his shadows would be the one to wake you and bring you to him. It's look loosely like this (so let me know which one would be preferred. To comfort or be comforted) :

“Did you have a nightmare?” “Something like that,” Azriel grumbles. “You’ve been so grumpy lately. What’s gotten into you?” “Nothing,” he replies all too quickly. “You know what would make you feel better?” “What?” “Cuddles.”

I definitely would love to incorporate these into the next part! And if by chance some of the ideas don't make it, I wouldn't mind writing drabbles/another one shot over them.

Thank you so much!!! 🥺💙

[ch3rriewine]

Pink in the night ♡ {R.L}

summary: Remus drunkenly confesses his feelings, romance ensues

warnings(?): 1.6k words, idk like fluff, loosely based off of the mitski song "pink in the night", little bad idk how i feel about this one, i wrote this with fem!reader in mind, reader has hair long enough to be tucked back lol, reader has a cat:D, remus is a cutie as always, remus is a clingy drunk, theyre at a party and drinking alcohol, like one mention of a weed smell, the time it takes for the pain meds to kick in is a tad unrealistic but it's fiction so who cares, i'll add more when i think of more

authors note: ahhh!!!!! second fic thing idk tell me what u think :p also tell me what else u want writing wise im trying to write more

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Remus needs to talk to you, even standing near you would be great. You might as well be glowing pink, and the alcohol makes you look no less than a ray of sunlight. In a little black dress and some kitten heels, you stand close to Emmaline. That dress does wonders for your already lovely self, he thinks. You arrived a little later than everyone else, so you only had a few sips of some cocktail in you. He stumbles over to you, okay maybe he's drunk, not tipsy. Still, he managed to get over to you. Your perfume hits his senses and suddenly he’s forgotten why he’s over there. Oh yeah,

“Hey” you speak up first glancing at him with furrowed brows accompanied by a concerned smile.

“H-hey!” he yells, maybe a bit too loud, over the music. You're still smiling, now it’s not in concern, it's in fondness. He hopes you never stop.

“Having fun?” you chide, cocking your head a bit to the side. The smell of vodka and a small hint of cologne is eminent on him.

“No, not really” he slurs his words ever so slightly, grinning the smallest bit of pearly whites showing and something glinting in his eyes that you can't quite place.

Small talk ensues, and then he starts following you around the flat, chatting about nothing. Soon enough you're sat on a couch that smells faintly of booze and weed with Remus playing with a small lock of your hair. The strands twirl through his fingers, he seems oddly entertained by it, how much alcohol had Sirius given him?

“Rem, you look tired, you wanna stay the night at my place?” you ask, worried he’d pass out in this sticky mess. It’s only a friendly worry, not I secretly want to take care of you because I like you a whole lot worry, totally not.

“If it’s not too much of a hassle, sure” he mumbles, apparently too tired to speak up. Thankfully, your flat isn’t that far within walking distance. You two eventually make it back with no problems, other than Remus would occasionally trip on nothing. You lead him to your couch and sit him down, he’s already half asleep and he doesn't notice you taking off his coat for him and his shoes. You drag him back onto his feet and lead him to your bedroom, a lot harder than it sounds when it's a six-foot drunk man you're dragging. He plops down onto your bed, sighing at the feeling of your blankets and pillows surrounding him. You get a glass of water and some paracetamol on your bedside table for his oncoming hangover, then leave to change into your pajamas. He slowly assesses your bedroom, your bookshelves, the color of the walls, to your photos hanging up. It’s so you, everything just fits in perfectly with your character. You emerge from your bathroom changed and cleaned.

You're so lovely, he thinks. With your sleep shorts and an oversized shirt, you make your way over to your bed. “Get some rest, please, you had a lot to drink” ending your sentence with a small smile. That damn smile again.

“You’re so beautiful” he admires while sitting up, his face flushed from the alcohol and maybe something more. He eyed your lips with hazy eyes. “I really like you, as I think of you all day, it's hard to get stuff done. I really want to kiss you right now.”

“You’re drunk, get some rest and drink water” you insist.

“I’m serious!” he presses “you're so lovely” he sighs and falls back down onto the mattress.

“Scooch” you push him lightly so he moves over to the other side of the bed. “You won't feel like this in the morning, you're drunk.” you look into his eyes in the dim room, his dark brown irises looking almost black in the dark.

“I will,” he says before closing his eyes “I always will”. After a while, his breathing deepens and he's snoring lightly. He was saying that you were the one that was beautiful but look at him. His fluffed-up yet put-together hair, his bushy eyebrows, and the small, sparse freckles dotting his face, I mean come on. You fall asleep with your body turned towards him.

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Remus awakes with meowing in his face. He blinks his eyes open slowly, looking at the black cat staring back at him. It was a small thing, with big yellow eyes and a pudgy figure. For a moment he was incredibly confused, he didn’t have a cat. He looked around to find that he wasn’t in his flat and he had a raging headache. His head was pounding and the shrill meowing wasn't helping. He looked over to his left seeing you. You were so peaceful like this, hair a mess, face completely relaxed, and hand resting on his chest.

He put the pieces together, he was in your flat after Sirius’ party, God did he say anything weird? Being too tired to think about it, he looks to his side to find water and some paracetamol. Downing the water, he turns toward your cat. Sashimi, he thinks is the name. Sashimi is sitting at the end of the bed now waiting patiently for his breakfast. Remus would feed him if he knew where you kept the cat food, so he has to wake you up. He dreads it, he'd rather not take you out of your peaceful state, but it’s for your son, as you call him.

“Hey, your cats hungry” he shakes you awake softly. “I'd feed him but I don't know where the food is”

You mumble something incoherent into your pillow, rolling into it. He laughs. That stupid, gorgeous laugh. “Ugh ok, I’ll feed him,” you say, not putting in any effort to get up. He rubs your arm comforting, the paracetamol already taking its effect.

You fight off the sleep still in your system and sit up. “Ok I’m awake, stay here if you want” Finally sitting up and getting out of bed. You smooth your hair, trying to salvage your appearance in any way possible. He follows close behind, walking out into your kitchen/living room, actually getting a good look at your living space. Your fake plants, your photos with your friends, and even a photo of you two. The photo is slightly blurry with you on his lap laughing wildly at something he said, a quaint smile spreading across his face at your reaction. It’s cute. He remembers that night, the party you guys were at, the smell of your perfume, the glitter coating your eyelids, the heels you took off halfway through the night, everything about you he remembers, yet he can't, for the life of him, remember what he said to make you laugh that hard.

The sound of a can opening pulls him back to the moment. Your cat meows at your feet, incessant with his demands for his breakfast. “Here you go, sweet boy,” you say to Sashimi while plopping the wet food into his bowl. Crouching to pet the cat’s soft fur, you turn your head and smile at Remus. “You want to go out for breakfast? There's a diner right around the corner.”

You sit opposite each other, him still in his alcohol-smelling clothes from the night before and you in sweats and a tank top with a flannel thrown over. The coffee is burnt and the bacon is too salty, but you couldn't be more content, what can you really expect from a diner whose main consumers are people like you, fighting hangovers with greasy food and coffee. “How're your eggs?” you ask, still kind of groggy.

“Rubbery,” he says around a mouthful of said eggs. “How’re your waffles?”

“Eh, they're ok,” you say moving your cut-up waffles around the plate with your fork, mind occupied.

“Are you ok? Something on your mind, lovely?” he asks. Of course, he can tell when you're out of sorts. Stupid, smart, amazing boy.

“You said, uhm, you said something last night.” you say “I just-I’m just thinking about it” you give him a small smile.

Oh God, what did he say? Did he mess it all up before he could even make a move? The poor boy looked mortified. It all came back to him, shit. He really said that to you? Drunkenly no less?

“I’m-I’m so sorry, genuinely. I was drunk and wasn't thinking and I should've expressed myself in a better way! I'll make it up to you! We can forget I said it or-” he rambles on.

“Did you mean it? Do you still feel the same way?” you stare at him anxiously, waiting for an answer.

“Do I-what?” he stares dubiously “Of course I do! How could I not? I meant every word I swear.” he takes your hands in his. This is all happening in a corner booth of a run-down diner, by the way. How romantic.

“Can I kiss you now?” he says, sincerely. Remus Lupin wants to kiss you, what a dream.

“Mhm,” you nod leaning over the table already. He laughs, shaking his head, then winces as his headache is coming back. You chuckle a little, it’s endearing in some odd way. He meets you halfway, putting a hand on your cheek and rubbing small circles with his thumb. His lips meet yours softly, just barely brushing over yours before you take the notion to deepen it. He smiles into the kiss, grabbing your face with both hands now. You break away after a while, smiling and on the verge of giggling like a schoolgirl.

“I think I didn't do it right,” he says tucking hair behind your ear "Maybe I'm still a little bit drunk," a knowing smirk ghosted his mouth.

“Oh yeah?” you question him.

“Yeah,” he nods “Can I try again?” a kiss “and again?” another “and again?” one last for good measure.

[11multishipperblog11]

Get out of bed, Kokichi!

((This fic contains Kokichi being upset about his body, I also wrote this a year ago so idk it’s probably outdated… anyways. This blog is for me to dump all my non-posted Danganronpa fics on AO3 cuz I don’t wanna post it on my main acc.))

- [ ] It was dark outside, and everyone was getting ready for bed.

- [ ] Kokichi wasn’t though. Worry tripled down in his throat, making it feel like there was a ball keeping him from breathing through his lungs. His brain felt like it was shaken around and bruised.

- [ ] And the dumbass mirror in the bedroom he didn’t even sleep in.

- [ ] Kokichi sighed; looking at his body through the mirror.

- [ ] It felt even worse then he was in the hospital, but it couldn’t even be half as bad. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t upset.

- [ ] In the killing game, he could be rude whenever he wanted, he could steal, lie a bunch, and easily slip out of others grasps. Well, Sometimes. But now he couldn’t do any of those, now he tries to be nice whenever he can find anything that comes to mind. He still lied but not as much especially with Kaitos grandpartents and… Kaito.

- [ ] He could say that he’s gotten soft, literally. In fact anybody could say that.

- [ ] His ribs weren’t that noticeable anymore when he stretched, counting the fact this his tummy was easily seen, squishing a bit when he sits down, his bellybutton more deep than it used to be. His thighs, to Kokichis discomfort, rubbed together a bit when he walked, and his face even looked rounder than it should. He could hardly get away from Kaito when he’s tickling him.

- [ ] God, he could barley even get out of bed without it feeling like somewhat of a hassle. Kokichi felt lazy, constantly. Always wanting to take some sort of nap at Kaitos home. Kaitos grandma or so he calls ‘meemaw’ is a great baker, and so is Kaito. Whenever Kokichis in a mood he doesn’t think twice in stuffing his stupid face with the delicious treats he’s sure he only eats himself. He hated it. But they were always there. It’s always the feeling after eating the treats he feels bad.

Kokichi suddenly heard a soft knocking on the door. “Hey Kokichi… I don’t really have a bedtime or anything, so I was thinking maybe we could watch a movie together.”

Kaitos voice whispered softly, Kokichi panicked. Kaito couldn’t see him like… *this*. He looked stupid. Too disgusting.

Kaito was starting to open the door, the shorter boy didn’t know what to do. He scrambled under the covers immediately to hide himself. The door creaked, leaving Kaito to let himself walk in Kokichis unused room. “Heyy.. you asleep, buddy?” Kaito questioned softly. Though Kaito knew Kokichi was most likely awake. The lamp light was on and Kokichi could never bring himself to sleep in an actual bed.

Kaito walked over and sat next to the rounded lump under the covers. Patting a hand of his on the shorter boys blanket covered back.

“You know, I got some left over snacks we could have together. The movies reaally good! I saw the reviews and the trailer, I think you’d enjoy that. Plus you could also sit on my lap again if you want and…” Kaito trailed off, something didn’t seem right. It didn’t make sense for Kokichi to hide under blanket covers out of all places, especially in a bed. He’d usually hide *under* the bed if anything. Even though Kokichi didn’t like small places he likes fitting himself into snug places like those. Unless Kokichi wasn’t trying to hide.

“You okay Kitch?” Kaito pulled a bit at the blanket Kokichi was hiding under, Kokichi grunted and went deeper under into the abyss of blankets.

“Ohh, are we playing a game?”

“..No.” Kokichi choked out, muffled by the blankets he pulled himself into. Slowly grabbing his knees and making himself into a ball of shame.

“Ah, okay.. are you alright? You don’t sound very happy. Can you be honest? Cause’ I don’t mind helping you for some good old cuddles man!”

Kaito sneaked his hand in and squeezed a little bit of Kokichis chubby flesh. But Kaito was completely oblivious to it.

Kokichi hated it. So much. What if Kaito just leaves him after the taller boy sees his tubby structure?

Kokichi grabbed Kaitos hand and pushed it away. With guilt. Kokichi didn’t know why he felt guilty. Maybe it was the fear that Kaito was just making fun of him. And maybe it was Kokichis fault all of this happened. He didn’t know anything. But so many possibilities creeped up his mind.

Kokichi pushed Kaitos hand all the way out of the covers.

Kaito only became more confused, what was it that Kokichi was upset about?

Kokichi only huffed and moved away.

Hugging himself, and sucking his tummy in. It doesn’t help though. It doesn’t make him look any different. His body was still round and soft. He could still grab a handful of chub from his stomach.

Why couldn’t he be the way he used to be. He was fine with that. Now he felt insecure. And useless. He didn’t care if it wasn’t healthy. At least he didn’t feel as bad, right?

Suddenly two hands took hold of his waist. Pulling Kokichi from under the covers.

Kokichi felt the hands squeeze a bit at the side of his tummy, though Kaito didn’t notice anything different; it was probably because of Kokichis shirt. Hiding anything wouldn’t last long, though.

Everything Kokichi hides rises up and comes to the surface eventually. Kokichi trusts kaito enough for that. More than he used to, which makes Kokichi just hate this even more.

Kokichi was now out of the blankets. He looked like a cat being held all stupid. Kokichis arms up, his whole torso visible.

“Cmon dude! Just tell me, it’s fine. You know, you don’t have to hide anything anymore. You’re safe here.”

Kokichi gave Kaito that guilty side eye.

“GH.! It’s- it’s nothing, really.”

Kokichi slipped down Kaitos lap unintentionally. Making himself in a laying position in Kaitos lap on his bed.

Kaito saw Kokichis shirt ride up a bit.

“Oh well, alright. Also your shirt is a littl-“ kaito was about to pull down Kokichis shirt.

“AUAAH NO- NONO I CAN FIX IT MYSELF.”

Kokichi sat up immediately interrupting Kaito, freaking out to think of Kaito hating him if he suspects even one thing more squish-able then it used to be.

“Hm? What? You trying to keep me from touching …” kaito hugged Kokichi from where he was sitting, pulling Kokichi in his arms. Kokichi couldn’t move at all like this. He was. Very trapped.

And the fact that Kaito only had to use one of his arms to keep Kokichi in place scared him. Kokichi wasn’t escaping.

Kaito patted Kokichis tummy. The shorter boy jolted up, all the hairs on his body suddenly going straight up by the sudden sensation. It tickled.

Kokichi held back a laugh, but Kaito only grabbed at Kokichis soft side and hugged Kokichi closer to him. Kokichi would kick Kaito if he was facing the right direction.

But kaito got Kokichi in a horrible position.

“whuut~? Is it youwr whittle tummy~? You downt want mwe to squish your adorable wittle tummy~?” Kaito babied Kokichi, now poking his fingers around Kokichis belly button.

“pFUAHAHAHASV KAITOSHAHAHA-” Kokichi lost his breath quickly, falling out of Kaitos arm and flopping onto the bed.

Kokichi felt drool at the side of his face already. His face flushed.

The little chub felt a hand grasp beneath his unnoticeable ribs, and started squeezing the pudgy spot.

A wiggly smile plastered quickly on Kokichis face, as he rolled on his back to get away from Kaito. He only felt the taller boys large hands take hold of Kokichis shirt. Kokichi suddenly felt panic consume him, Kokichis eyes grew wide and immediately he tried to crawl away, but in order to do that he’d. Need to roll over. Disappointing that rolling is the only thing he can do here other then laughing.

But Kokichi was stuck in Kaitos Hands.

Kaito pinned Kokichi down in the spot he was in, with a genuine smile on his face.

Kokichi was stuck with his tummy completely vulnerable. He guessed this is where the truth of why he was upset comes to the surface.

Kaito slowly pulled up Kokichis shirt, the shorter boy squirmed in response in an attempt to get away. But he physically couldn’t. It tickled when his own shirt traveled over the small hairs on Kokichis stomach. Kokichi only could giggle helplessly in between trying to tell Kaito not to.

“Ahauzhs.. aha.. AH KAITO NO- NoHAHAH”

Eventually Kokichis bare, soft, and pudgy tummy was completely exposed to Kaito.

But kaito didn’t react. His face was unreadable. Kokichis face was taken over with fear. He looked away with embarrassment. Now Kaito thought he was some gross animal, huh. But instead.

Kokichi felt a poke at his soft stomach. And then a squish. Then he felt two warm hands prod and squeeze his belly.

Kokichi was no longer restrained. But he still felt like he couldn’t move. The purple haired looked down at Kaitos hands.

He only kept squeezing Kokichis middle. Kokichi was confused, but he was also embarrassed. What was Kaito doing?

Nothing hurt, but it definitely felt strange.

Kaito poked and hugged him tightly often but this time it felt like Kaito just witnessed something he never even saw before.

“..how long have you been hiding this?..”

kaito said in almost a whisper, as if his mind were blown by this.

“..uh. I dont know.” Kokichi huffed, then rolled over on his stomach making Kaito take his hands off of Kokichis tummy.

“Awh.. Oh Right! The movie- can we please watch it together?” Kaito pleaded, Kokichi could feel Kaitos puppy eyes on him.

Kokichi only grunted in the sheets.

“..fine..”

Maybe being chubbier was just an excuse to get touched more often.

That’s what Kokichi thought now, anyway.

[millermenapologist]

I've just came from ao3 heyy i have to tell you here since I'm too shy to say there

1- I spent the whole day dedicated to read your chapter, I'm not exagerating. Your chapters are so extraordinarily big omg. And I'm not complaining, I wish fic writers wrote chapters like that.

2-Ellie's relationship with joel is so good❤️even though you write on ellie's pov, the way you show to us every aspect of joel is like we're seeing his pov too!! And I love how she really sees ellie as his baby daughter, like she's really his youngest. And I love how patient he is too her even when she's all over the place, like when she was trying to convince him she's a bad person and has bad thoughts, and he just sits there with her and very calmly asks her to tell him what are this bad thoughts. It reminds me of a fic I loved on ao3 about the last of us called "what dads do" (sadly never had an ending🤧). Also, have I already said that is really cute this habit of his when he puts her in his lap or cradles her most of the time? Or when she does it herself like it's the most normal thing on this world? It's so cute and such an innocent way of showing affection❤️

2- i don't know how to feel about sarah and her. Part of me is still getting used to the idea of girlfriends that live in the same house because they have the same dad, but other part of me enjoys the whole dynamic. Also, I have to admit It's very tempting to ship them both when they have such a chemistry like that, i mean, goody-two-shoes predator killer and her cute little girlfriend?? Idk if you're planning to weite dina and ellie as a couple in the future, but I guess you will have a lot of work to convince us that they have more chemistry as sarah and ellie🤭 can't wait to see what happens next

3- did ellie had a psychotic attack or something like that? Joel and sarah are not the only ones who were like "wtf" when reading that, and although the scene of joel carrying her like a toddler why she was screaming "traitooorr!!!" on the stairs was a bit funny, I'm worried about her.

4- I got sad for tommy boy :( he seemed so genuinely bothered about the fact that maria considered even for a moment that he would cover up his brother for supposedly hurting a little girl. Hope he gets his happy ending, whether with Maria, or someone else... Me... Heard something? Me neither

5- can you at least tell me something about next chapter?🫠

Aw, thank you for coming here, then! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧˚

I swear that they don't start off this long, when i plan them in my notebook, I'm just the definition of unrepentant yapper (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

Ok, listen: canonically speaking, Joel always keeps Sarah very close (she leans on him while they watch the movie and then falls asleep on him, he lifts her up and carries her around rather than waking her up), and then he keeps touching her face to make sure she's okay; and as soon as Ellie gets comfortable with Joel, she starts touching him too, like when they're on the horse or when she almost ends him by giving him that huge ass dose of penicillin (pls don't inject penicillin like that, you're gonna die). It's not my fault if they're touchy people in the most literal sense of the word. Ellie saw that man and decided he's free real estate, and Joel was just born to be a girl dad, so any girl that enters his hope is at least half-adopted by him. I am only keeping the characters true to their original essences uwu

For this fic, no Dina/Ellie, but they're definitely gonna be friends in the epilogue. Shenanigans might ensue (they will definitely ensue. Joel's gonna end up with so much more white hair). If we're talking about "future" fics, then... idk yet? For my birthday I plan to post a one shot that's set between the farm chapter and the Santa Barbara one of TLOU2, so the Ellie/Dina relationship is gonna be talked about for sure, and the other long I have planned, Anklebiter, has 14yo Ellie grow a massive crush for Sarah (who, sadly, is ~30, so definitely not interested in pursuing a relationship with her), but some other story idea that's right for them might arise ღゝ◡╹ )ノ♡

Not really. It's more what happens when you don't sleep for extended periods of time: you start losing your mind. You can start hallucinating, seeing distorted things, etc. At my first big girl job, I was in the office at 10am and wouldn't go home until 10pm, if not 11 or even later (and then I still had to get home, which required about an hour). By the end of the first week I was so overworked and exhausted that I'd wake up in the middle of the night, standing, half-hallucinating half-dreaming that I was back in the office. Sometimes I'd wander in other rooms too, and at some point I started seeing "things" in the edges of my vision and other things like that. It was terrifying. It's pretty much why sleep deprivation can be used as a torture method.

Well, in her defense, Maria sees a lot of bad people too, and has to deal with their families. Plenty of people think that keeping it within the family is the best option, so that's what she went for. Hehe, don't worry about his ending ┬┴┬┴┤ʕ•ᴥ├┬┴┬┴

Uhmm... Ellie and Danica are going to have a one-on-one conversation, Dina's gonna be freed from being grounded, aaaaand some honesty is gonna grace the Miller House. Not once, but twice! Crazy, I know!

[bratkook]

quiet, baby. (m) jjk

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. smut, pwp warnings. exhibitionism, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, slightly teasing/mean kook turns into whiny kook at the end lol word count. 3.2k note. today on jlin spews together a smutty drabble while ignoring her other wips just bc that one specific photo of jungkook is eating away at her brain, i give you this, it’s not edited, idk if i hate it or not and i wrote it all on tumblr mobile so..yeah🤩

leave feedback/reblog/send an ask okie bye❣️

“That’s it, slow and steady baby.” Jungkook’s voice comes from behind you, husky and teasing, edges of his lips ghosting around your ear as he sighs when you do exactly as he asks. 

Your head falls forward with a choked groan as his hand slips under your skirt, fingers finding their desired target as he begins to circle your clit, your skin feeling hot from his sinful hands. Everything feels stuffy now, the sweat accumulating behind your neck, your face burning in embarrassment at you actually doing this, the thrill of where you were making another gush of arousal escape you. 

When you had jokingly teased your boyfriend during dinner, your hand lightly ghosting over his cock through the thick denim he wore, you were lying if you said you didn’t think it would lead to anything besides seeing him flustered as he asked for the check. Jungkook always had something up his sleeve whenever you decided to be bold and you knew your actions would be well worth it.

Apparently you were right, your boyfriend did in fact have plans, the gears turning in his mind as you walked hand in hand down the streets, his half hard cock pressing against his jeans so prominently it was a blessing he wore long enough layers to cover it up. Jungkook wasn’t a sucker, if you thought you could tease him and act coy without getting similar treatment in return you had another thing coming. 

As he stepped onto the subway and glanced around he smiled when he took note of one other person occupying the car, tucked away in a far corner with their eyes shut and earbuds blasting who knows what. It was perfect, you were completely unaware of the filthy plan he had as he guided you to the very back, but as soon as the subway started moving so did his hands. 

Slowly at first, trailing along the exposed skin of your thighs, playing with the hem of your pleated skirt in a way so innocent you allowed yourself to get comfortable in your seat. Then came the teasing words, knowing just what your fantasies were and using them to his advantage, wrapped neatly with a ribbon on top, beautifully disguised to make you think it was in your favor. 

You in fact were a sucker, which is exactly how you found yourself perched on top of Jungkook with your skirt bunched up, thighs held apart and hooked over his knees as you creamed his cock, taking him completely without a care in the world. Each roll of your sensitive clit makes you shudder above him, needing to shut your eyes to stop the possibility of making eye contact with the only other person here, if you couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see you. That’s the mentality that kept you going. 

Jungkook simply chuckles when you rest your forehead against the seat in front of you, enjoying the way your body trembles with pleasure, your own hands tightly clutching onto the arm circling around your waist as you do your best to keep your moans in. The pleasure was slowly bubbling inside of you, the roll of his fingers lulling you further under the haze of it all and thats when he speaks.

“Let’s play a game hm?” he whispers, voice sounding steady and unaffected, only making you feel like more of a mess at how you were behaving. 

“A game?” Your voice is soft, slurred at the ends as it spills out of your mouth, curling over your tongue as you struggle to speak. Jungkook knows he has you now, your competitive streak mixed with the lust clouding your brain made for the perfect scenario for Jungkook’s plan, there was no way you would say no. 

“Yeah,” he sighs, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek, rutting his hips up into you and smirking when you whimper in response from his cock rubbing against your g-spot. “If you can be a good girl and make me cum before our stop, I won’t punish you for your little stunt during dinner.”

“I didn’t–“ you start, the lie catching in your throat before it can even fully form, your nails digging into the leather of his jacket when he spreads your thighs further apart and delivers a swift smack against your aching clit, laughing meanly when your body twitches at the sensation. 

“You did.” Jungkook continues to mouth along your skin, kissing down your jaw and onto your neck. When the automated voice fills the car and alerts you of the coming exit you feel the way he smiles against your skin, a small hum reaching your ears at the thought of you running out of time. The shadow of his bucket hat not allowing you to see his eyes when you turn back to look at him in curiosity, but you don’t need to see them to know the evil glint he’s sporting. “Better hurry up baby, we’re a few stops away.”

“Jungkook,” you whine, the first fully audible response from you so far. Could you make him cum in that amount of time? Possibly, but when Jungkook was determined to tease you he could hold off his own orgasm without a hitch, you on the other hand couldn’t and you knew if you came before him whatever punishment he had planned would only stretch out, it could go in your favor but you were too needy to test it out. 

“C’mon, this is what you wanted isn’t it?” His hands roam up until he’s gripping your hips, fingers digging into your skin and beginning to guide you to grind on top of him, the torturous glide of his cock rubbing all the right spots inside of you making you gasp. 

“No,” you whimper, but the way your hips start to move once more show otherwise, a steady roll of your hips continuing and Jungkook doesn’t need to see the mess you’re making to know just how turned on you are by this. The base of his cock had a pool of your arousal around it, sticky and shiny each time you slid off before rolling back, no doubt ruining his underwear pushed a few inches down but that didn’t matter when you felt this good around him. 

The disinterested sigh he lets out only makes you speed up, the loosening grip on your hips as he leans back into his seat has you desperate to keep his attention on you, show him how good you could be for him. With newfound determination your hands move to grip onto the back of the seat a few inches in front of you, holding yourself steady as you begin to bounce on top of him, hoping your actions are discreet enough to conceal what you were doing from wandering eyes. 

Jungkook smirks when he feels your velvety walls tighten with each raise of your hips, lifting up until the head of his cock was the only thing nuzzled within you before your warmth took him in once more as you sank back down with a light thump. The rumbling of the subway wheels conceal the noise enough but he isn’t even sure he would care if anyone bares witness to this, seeing you lose yourself on top of him, desperate to make him cum despite being in public. 

This had been a fantasy for both of you for so long and as the subway approaches the following stop you feel the tiny sense of panic begin to set in, the bright lights of the station grabbing your attention as you spot a handful of people lingering by the tracks. You still your hips as you wait, hoping none of them would step foot onto the car you were in, not entirely sure if you’d be able to pass off riding your boyfriend as innocently sitting on his lap. 

“Is my baby shy now?” His words snap you back, a tilt of his head finally allowing you to see his eyes as he stares at you, a genuine look of understanding being passed between you, knowing if you had become too uncomfortable to continue he’d stop with no questions asked. 

Your eyes move to stare out of the window once more, sighing in relief when the passengers board the car in front of you instead and the train resumes moving. “Just don’t want anyone to see.” 

Jungkook laughs lightly at your words, sitting straighter as he circles his arms around your waist again, holding you still on top of him with his cock buried deep within you as his right hand creeps under your skirt once more. “Don’t want anyone to see what a needy slut you are?”

His words have the desired effect on you, whimpering and dropping your head back as his deft fingers find your clit like second nature, rubbing tight circles around your hardened nub as you tightened around his length. 

“No,” you gasp, “only w-want you to see that.” The desperation laced in your voice makes it hard to recognize yourself but he revels in it, let’s himself soak in your words, the small tingles of pleasure spreading throughout his body before he’s planting his feet firmly onto the floor and thrusting up into you. A squeal of surprise fills the space, piercing through the silence it's a shock the single passenger was still sound asleep with his earbuds popped in. 

“Quiet, baby.” he mocks with a teasing tilt to his voice, continuing to rut up into you, loving every moan that slips out of your plush lips, swollen from the way you bit down on them. Jungkook knew neither of you were being discreet now, with the way your body jostled each time he thrust up, your face twisted up in pleasure, illuminated by the bright lights, if anyone glanced in your direction it would be clear as day.

You didn’t care anymore, too lost in the feeling of his thick cock filling you up, the sensation of the denim rubbing along the back of your thighs with each roll of his hips, the familiar scent of your boyfriend's cologne wrapping around you as he held you close. Paired with the way his fingers continued to flick against your clit, it was too much, already feeling your climax approaching. 

Jungkook knows, can feel the way your walls get tighter, the tremble in your body as it starts to take over you, the breathy whines of his name as it gets closer. The need to cum has you quickening up your hips, meeting his thrusts in tandem, the two of you so lost in your pleasure you don’t notice the approaching stop. The automated voice doesn’t register in your head, your ears full of the rhythmic thumping of your heart, eyes once again shut and the prettiest pout on your lips that Jungkook could faintly see in the reflection of the window. 

“Fuck, so pretty,” he groans, eyes locked onto your reflection, seeing your brows furrow together as your mouth drops open in a silent moan. Just as your orgasm is about to wash over you he pulls his hand away from your clit and stills your hips entirely with an iron grip, with all the stimulation gone your orgasm is ripped away from you, a whiny plea making Jungkook chuckle. 

“No, no Jungkook please.” Your hips fight against his grip, desperately searching for any friction to relieve the ache of your ruined orgasm, rutting against him with a frown, head dropping forward as you stare down. With shaky hands you lift up your skirt and sigh when you see the way his fingers are covered in your slick, inches from your throbbing clit, choosing to deny you your pleasure like the teasing asshole he was. 

“Did you forget already?” he asks, bringing a hand up to gently rub along your cheek as you whimper, leaning into his touch. When the doors close and the subway takes off again he chuckles, knowing your time was running out, already planning all the ways he would tease you the minute you got home. “One more stop baby.”

Taking a deep breath you try to ignore the flutters in your stomach, knowing exactly what you had to do to make Jungkook fall apart underneath you. When his hand loosens up on your hip you begin moving again, not holding back the moans that spill from your mouth anymore, making a show of grabbing his hands and trailing them up your thighs and under your shirt, knowing just how much he loved your tits. 

He grunts against your shoulder in appreciation when his large palm grabs a handful of your boobs over the flimsy bralette you’re wearing, giving them a rough squeeze as you mewl above him.  “Fuck, Jungkook,” you sigh dreamily, humming when the tip of his cock nudges along your g-spot. “You always make me so messy.”

Jungkook groans now, your words and the soft wet smacks of your messy pussy sinking onto his cock affecting him, making his head swim with desire as you whine when he pulls at your hardened nipple. “Shit, you feel so warm.” He’s speaking softly, almost like his thoughts are spilling out without warning, always losing himself whenever you become vocal, needing to hear just how good he made you feel to allow himself to bask in it. 

His eyes flutter shut, enjoying the drag of your walls on his cock with each roll of your hips, your chest heaving as you panted, his hand still cupping your breast, teasingly tugging and twisting at the pebbled bud, wanting nothing more than to lick and suck his way around your chest but this would have to do. 

“Kookie,” you breathe, “wanna feel you, please.” Your earlier orgasm starts to rise once more, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to hold it back before him and with the stop approaching soon he had to cum now to save you from whatever torture he had planned. 

“Yeah?” He huffs out a moan, whiny and needy, a complete contrast to the unaffected demeanor he had earlier. Jungkook couldn’t play calm and collected anymore, already diving head first into this, too far gone to be able to pull back now. 

“I’m gonna make you even messier for me, s-show you–“ he’s cut off with a gasp when you start to pulse your walls around him, head falling back as a deep groan escapes him, his own orgasm crawling up his spine. “Fuck, show you how good girls get rewarded.”

“Please, I’ve been good, just wanna make you cum.” An unrestrained moan fills the air as he starts to thrust up into you in desperation, the only thought in his mind being filling you up full of his cum, wanting to see it dripping around your ruined underwear, slicked along your inner thighs and concealed by that tiny skirt you wore. You were always so hell bent on teasing him, knowing just how much he loved to ruin you afterwards, turning you into a delirious mess all because of his cock. He loves it. 

“Don’t worry baby,” he grunts, the added layers he wore only making it stuffier for him as he begins to sweat, clinging to his body as he pants behind you. “Gonna fill you up.”

Trailing your own hand down your torso your fingers meet your throbbing clit, shuddering on top of him as you start to rub against it, jolts of pleasure coursing through you as your climax inches closer. Jungkook isn’t far off, the coil inside of him tightening as you whimper each time his cock hits the back of your cervix, his brain heady with lust, not being able to hold back the increased volume of his moans. 

“Fuck, almost there.” You hum in confirmation, nodding along as your body heats up, muscles beginning to tense, mind starting to float with each flick of your wrist. 

“Show me I’m a good girl Kook,” you whine out so beautifully, so needy and desperate for him, and he loses it, rutting into you sloppily until he’s cumming, ribbons of white stuffing you full and warming you up as he fuck you. The feeling of his cum inside you sends you over the edge as well, your thighs giving out on you as you fully plop on top of him, your fingers continuing to rub along your sensitive clit as you shudder and twitch above him. 

“Fuck,” he sighs out, panting by your ear and mixing in with the small ringing you hear from the strength of your orgasm. Slowly, his hand slips out from underneath your shirt, rubbing along the skin of your hips to help calm you down as your body trembles. With a small groan you pull yourself off of his softening cock, readjusting your messy underwear before scooting back onto the seat beside him. 

Jungkook watches as your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, shiny with your arousal, coated in globs of his cum, looking just as inviting as always. He chokes on a moan when you instantly bend forward and slip it into your mouth, the sensitivity making him whine as you lick his cock clean, pulling off with a pop and a smirk. “Was I good?”

He narrows his eyes at your teasing tone, the devious look on your face showing him that you weren’t done yet. Jungkook thought he had one upped you, caught you by surprise after you teased him and took you on a run for your money by doing this, but you looked completely satisfied with yourself as he slid his cock back into his underwear and pulled his jeans back up. 

“You’re evil.”

Jungkook smiles when you laugh, both of you pausing when the automated voice alerts you of your stop approaching in a few seconds. As the two of you stand up from the seats your eyes roam the car once more, a gasp escaping when you realize the only other person here has stepped off. 

“Oh my god, when did they leave?”

“Last stop, don’t worry they left before it got good.” He clutches your hands when you go to swat at him, laughing heartily as you approach the car doors. “They totally knew too.”

Jungkook had seen the moment they left, earbuds still pushed in, but the way they had glanced in their direction shaking their head with a smile let him know that he was completely aware of the filthy things you two were doing. 

“Jungkook!” you whine, stepping off the subway and onto the platform, grimacing when you feel the way your sticky underwear rubs against you. 

“What? This was all part of your scheme you little devil, at least we didn’t have a massive audience.”

Well he had a point, it could’ve been worse, at least this way you were able to tick off the box beside this fantasy. “We’re never doing this again, I don’t care how hot it was.”

Your boyfriend just smiles, intertwining your hands together as you exit the station. He knew you better than anyone so he knew you were absolutely doing this again.

[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

Hii<3 Can i request a NSFW alphabet for aged up Leo Valdez?

pairing: leo valdez (18+) x fem!reader

warnings: smut → NSFW alphabet

headcanon

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smut night has finished for the week - thanks for participating!

requests are open🖤!

request guidelines here✨!

🌻masterlist🌻 (includes both smut masterlists)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

omg leo is very big on aftercare

he'd run you a bath, clean you up, make you tea - literally will anything to make sure you're feeling okay (especially if the sex was super rough too lol)

he loves pleasing you in every which way and of course this includes looking after you before, during and after sex

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

thighs!!!!

Leo loves being between them

whether you're laying on your back or on a chair and he's eating you out

or you're sitting on his face (a big turn on for him btw)

he loves when you wrap your legs around his waist when he fucks you

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i've spoken about this before (here), but leo loves denying your orgasm

why? because the way you scream, beg and fall to his utter mercy to let you cum - the way your legs, and whole body for that matter, completely shake as you cum

i feel like he'd try and get you to squirt??

like he wouldn't be mad if you couldn't - but that can't stop him from at least trying, right?

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

omg so idk if you guys will agree, but i feel like he might have a thing for seeing you in the camp half-blood shirt lol

but i can definitely imagine him having a thing for seeing you in his clothing though lol

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i would not not very before he met you

like the most he'd probably have done would be making out with someone

and then when you and him go together, y'all just really went out and tried everything

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

okay so i'd say a few:

classic missonary

doggy

face riding!

maybe even reverse cowgirl too omg

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i've also mentioned this before, but leo would have such a sultry sense of humour (here's what i wrote in "what sex would like with leo"):

"he doesn’t take things too seriously, and would crack a joke in between to lighten the mood if things got too nerve wrecking - especially throughout the first few times of the two of you having sex

he’d have a sultry sense of humour too - one that is shown throughout the books too (though to a lesser extend given it’s a children’s novel lmao - imagine how he’d be if it was a ya book ahah)"

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

idk i'd say pretty groomed

leo looks like the type of person to care for his looks lol

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

i've also mentioned this before, where sex with leo is not always rough and kinky

sometimes, it's slow and sensual

moments where you're holding each other close, whispering praises and sweet things in each other's ears

nothing but love

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

idk i feel like he doesn't feel the need since he has you??

but it's when you're out of town or swamped with college stuff and neither of you can see each other will he jack off

haha omg of course he'd send a sneaky video to you lmao

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

hair pulling

semi-public sex

leo's both a giver and a receiver lol

i can imagine he'd like cockwarming too

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

in either of you cabins!!

the couch of your apartment (especially when you're supposed to be doing a college assignment)

restaurant restroom (i mean who can blame him when you look so damn gorgeous?!)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

when you win a fight (especially against clarisse lol)

sparring with him

when you lift your arms up to fix your hair and the bottom of your shift rises so he can see your stomach

literally anything you do lmao

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

definitely anything you're not comfortable with lol

idk really because i feel like he's openminded and up for trying anything at least once

but i mean if it had to be at least one thing he would not try i'd probs be anal idk?

or maybe degrading idk - depends how you feel about that

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

homeboy would eat you out as if his life depended on it

he'd suck, lick, kiss your clit - he'd do anything to get to taste you

but i mean as much as leo loves eating you out, he loves when you go down on him

my god, he'd have his head tilted back as little pants and moans escape his lips

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

i think usual sex with leo would be rough and hard, incorporating some kinks here and there

idk i feel like it'll be unpredictable and depending on mood

if you've been on a date, leo would love to spend the time to worship your body for all its glory

he'd be slow, sensual, extra loving

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

hahah omg yes always lol

before training, after training

if you're on a quest with him and the others, being in your own hotel room with him

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

um yes!

leo would at least like to try anything at least once

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

oh girl, leo would go until you're completely fucked out lol

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

vibrators, cuffs, maybe even gags are what i'd imagine him to be into

he'd introduce them to you slowly, asking your general opinion on them before even consider buying one

and then one day he bought a cute wand vibrator and when he showed it to you, you were so excited to try it

"but babe, we're gonna have to charge it first," he chuckled at your eagerness

"ugh fine, just eat me out then."

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

leo is such a tease.

i've spoken about this before, but with his sultry humour and kink for begging, the bitch would love to tease the shit out of you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

i'd imagine grunts in your ear, gradually growing louder the closer the got to his orgasm

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

leo can be really nervous at times

especially when trying out new things

i feel like he's scared that he'll break you or something

or maybe do something that'll really hurt you

so he's sometimes a little too cautious

and it's not until you reassure him again and again that you're okay, that he'll calm down a little lol

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

leo is one toned boy okay

and idk i feel like he'd love when you rub your hands over his stomach (especially when you ride him lol)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

idk i'd say pretty high but he's always patient with you

if you weren't in the mood, he'd respect that and not try and do anything

though i can imagine him being pretty needy though

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i feel like it depends on what the sex was like

if it was slow and sensual, probably pretty quickly as he'd spoon you

but if it was rough, he'd probably wait for you to fall asleep first so he can get some reassurance that you're definitely okay and not uncomfortable from how rough he was

i can imagine lots of forehead kisses and playing of hair here too

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[hareharrison]

hold me

pairing: george harrison x reader

summary: george is in the process of finishing abbey road, and has been repeatedly coming home frustrated. instead of talking to you about it, he distances himself completely, and only speaks to you in annoyance or anger, and lashes out on you. he doesn’t know how much it affects you and one day comes home to the effects firsthand.

warnings: hurt/comfort, angst, angy geo, neurodivergent reader, invasive thoughts, mental breakdown/panic attack, but it works out in the end

a/n: hayyyy ok so i wrote this as a comfort fic for myself, and i decided to post it cause why not. i struggle with intense fear of abandonment cause of bpd haha fun 😐and wanted to make it from the POV of a neurodivergent reader?? so this is like a comfort fic for ND readers?? idk if i need to put any other potential trigger warnings for this but if i do please lmk and i will fix it

year: 1969

the flat was quiet without him. to be honest, it was quiet with or without him, lately. as much as you didn’t want to admit it, george had been distant. he was always a quiet person, but he has never dismissed you this much. you knew that his job could be tiring and you tried not to overthink it, but you couldn’t help but feel bad. a voice in your head was planting horrible ideas, saying things like, “you fucked up, he doesn’t like you anymore, you’re annoying.” but still, you pushed on and tried your best to ignore the noise in your brain.

you sigh heavily and slide back into the couch. you had the next two days off of work, and nothing to do. george of course had to work on your days off, which left you alone at home. with your thoughts. it was hard getting through today, your intrusive thoughts were particularly loud... but he would be home any minute now, which brought on a bit of hope; seeing him should rid you of your own jailhoused mind.

the tv played some sitcom in front of you, which you had no interest in. all you could think about was if you ruined things. what if he was thinking of leaving you? it would be your fault... and yet you couldn’t think of a single thing you’ve ever done that might have hurt him.

the door opened gently and let in a cool draft that brushed against your warm skin. you look toward the entrance, seeing your george sigh heavily with exhaustion as he took his shoes and coat off. he looked up to you, his boldly furrowed brows softening.

“hi, love,” he says, walking toward you. you stand and approach him to greet him with a quick kiss. he holds you for a little longer than usual, and you take the opportunity to melt into his arms and breathe in his smell, something you’d been deprived of recently. he rests his chin on top of your head, which laid comfortably on his rising chest. it was moments like this that made all your worries slip away, moments like this that you wished you could cling onto forever and ever.

“how was your day?” you ask, finally leaning back to look up at him. he lets go of you and runs a hand through his long hair.

“not good,” he says, a frown on his perfectly sculpted face. you return his expression at the sight of him being sad. quickly, you remember your dinner ideas. maybe that would cheer him up.

“hey, maybe we can go get something to eat? maybe get your mind off of things?” you suggest, looking up at his brown eyes. he looks down at you, eyes full of regret.

“i’m sorry love, but i’d rather just head to bed already,” he says remorsefully. you smile softly and reassure him that it’s okay and he should get some rest. but part of you breaks inside, knowing he doesn’t want to spend time with you.

he headed upstairs and you followed, the painful ideas returning at full speed.

“you’re so annoying, of course he doesn’t want to spend any time with you. you’re so annoying and clingy,” your brain says and you flinch at the harsh thoughts. through your entire bedtime routine, thoughts flooded your mind and filled your entire being up, and you felt like you were being drowned from the inside out. george stood next to you as you both brushed your teeth, not speaking a single word to you or giving you a single glance. you changed into one of george’s t-shirts and watched as he slid out of his clothes and into his pajamas in seconds. he muttered a monotone, “good night,” before turning on his side, his back facting you.

as much as you didn’t want to, you believed the mean voices and hung your head as you got into bed next to george.

you slept back to back that night.

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the sun seeped into your room through your windows, and invaded your bed, waking you rather unpleasantly. you groan lightly as you reached over your bed for george, but only found empty space. his side of the bed was cold, indicating that he’d been up for a while now.

you sit up slowly, rubbing your eyes as the aromas of freshly brewed coffee and morning dew hit your senses. you hear the song of the early birds chirping as your feet hit the cool floor. as you head downstairs, you can hear george on the phone, and you soon see him muttering softly before taking a long drag from his cigarette. you don’t bother him, seeing that there was paperwork on the table and his call must be business related. naturally, you decide to head for the coffee, the smell luring you in like a fish.

you poured the hot, dark liquid into your favorite mug and add in your preferred amounts of cream and sugar. looking out the window, you see water drip gently from the leaves of a tree that george and you had planted a year ago. you sip your coffee and reminisce about the times you used to actually spend time with george. how nice it was, seeing him smile so often.

you suddenly hear george raise his voice at the phone, something unlike him entirely. you jump at the unpleasant sound before peeking through the hallway to see what on earth was happening.

“no, i don’t care! i want the bloody bastard fired, in fact, tell him not to bother showing up today,” he shouts into the phone before slamming it down, placing his head between his knees and groaning in frustration. seeing george this upset and acting out on it was truly a rare sighting, and you thought carefully about what to next.

after careful consideration, you tiptoe into the room and gently rest a hand on his shoulder, the sudden contact making him flinch.

“christ, (y/n) are you trying to give me a bloody heart attack?” he grumbles before lighting another cigarette.

“sorry,” you say softly, “would you like some tea?” you figure it could calm his anger and soothe some of his abnormal irritability.

“what? tea? there’s already coffee made,” he says rudely. you take a step back, saying nothing. you know that you didn’t do anything and that this behavior would pass. george was never like this. your eyes find the time and see that george should have left ten minutes ago.

“george, you’re gonna be late to work,” you say, thinking you could at least do something helpful. his head snaps back at you and his once soft face turned hard with anger.

“what are you implying? you want me gone?” he stands up and angrily grabs all of the papers scattered on the table, shoving them into a folder and the folder into his bag, “fine, i’ll leave. im out the door.”

you look at him in confusion, you’d barely woken up and were just trying to help, “what’s the matter with you?”

“what’s the matter with me,” he repeats, looking away and scoffing. he runs his hand through his hair in frustration, “im sick of this, (y/n)! im sick of life. i come home exhausted and you have half a mind to ask me if i want to talk about it!”

“you always want to go straight to bed,” you defend yourself, hurt that he would even suggest that you don’t care about him. his dark eyes glare into your own for a moment that feels like hours, trying to think of somethig clever to say in response, but he just wasn’t ever much of a fighter. he finally chooses to put his cigarette out on the table’s ashtray and grab his coat. if you wanted him out of the house, he was more than happy to comply.

“george-“ you start.

“no,” he cuts you off, “don’t say anything right now, i can’t even look at you.” and he doesn’t, he ignores your presence entirely as he picks up his bag and walks out the door.

you’re left in the cold house, alone, hurt, and dumbfounded. you couldn’t believe what had just happened. you couldn’t believe that george, your george, had taken his anger out on you, simply for trying to help his morning be less shitty. worse than that, he thought you wanted him gone, when all you wanted was to be with him. is this how it was going to be now? a bitter, loveless relationship? your eyes sting with fresh tears at the thought, and a huge lump in your throat grows painfully. you take a deep breath before heading upstairs. you wanted anything but to cry this early in the morning, and the only reason you got up somewhat early was to see george before he left to work. now that your morning was ruined, you figured heading back to bed was the next best thing.

you climb back into your shared bed, suppressing your emotions with the warmth of your fluffy blankets and soft pillows. the comfort of a bed felt almost like a hug, and you sighed, letting the pain drift away as you fell asleep.

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when you opened your eyes, the realization hit you. you’d slept until the sun began to set, completely ignoring your emotions, stuffing them down inside of you like an overflowing trash can. being awake made them fling right back at you; sleeping didn’t change a thing, and was only a temporary pause in your pain.

all of your feelings came back to you at once, and it once again felt like you were drowning internally. only this time, the thoughts weren’t the invasive factor. your emotions were overwhelmingly intense on top of your brain practically screaming horrible things to you. your breathing quickens as you feel tears slide down your face. this time you werent able to swallow the thick lump in your throat, and you began to weep softly.

this was it, george was leaving you. he hates you, he wants nothing to do with you. there was nothing you could do but hug your knees and cry. you choked on a sob and started rocking back and forth in attempts to try to soothe yourself. but you couldn’t stop, it felt like your entire world was falling apart. you soon began to have shortness of breath and struggled with your breathing, feeling your heart beat at an intense rate that you couldn’t control.

your bedroom door opens, revealing george’s early arrival. he immediately rushes to your side, afraid to touch you but wanting so bad to comfort you.

“(y/n)? (y/n), breathe. breathe, baby,” he takes your hand and you look at him. you aren’t sure if him being here is making the situation better or worse. seeing him try to help you stirred all kinds of feelings in your mind. you felt like you weren’t good enough for him, like you didn’t deserve his help.

george begins breathing in through his nose and out of his mouth, gently guiding you and hoping you will try to do the same. he sits in front of you on the bed and holds your face in his gentle hands. you look up into his eyes, the chocolate features of his face soothing you as your breath began to steady.

“that’s it,” he encourages.

“do you hate me?” you cry softly.

“what? no, (y/n), i’d give my life for yours, do you know that? you’re so, very special to me,” he slides over to sit beside you on the bed and wraps his long arms around you.

“why are you so distant?” you look up at him, and tears continue to roll down your flushed cheeks, “you acted so mean to me this morning, i feel like you want nothing to do with me.”

george is hurt by your words. he truly didn’t mean to be distant, and he never wanted to hurt you.

“i’m sorry,” he says, “ive been so overwhelmed i haven’t stopped to think of how you must feel. im really sorry my love i never meant to hurt you like this.” he embraces you tightly and you give into his comforting touch, wrapping your arms around his torso and digging your face into his chest. 

you take a deep breath, “i understand,” you say before looking up to him to whisper, “i miss you. i miss us.”

“i miss you too darling,” he pauses for a moment, “how about i take tomorrow off? we can do whatever you’d like.”

you sniffle, “what about the album? the deadline?” 

“i can fake sick. nothing is more important to me than you,” he says, “i want nothing more than to be with you. i love you so much.”

you smile when he presses a soft kiss to your aching head, “now how about we go have something to eat? i’m starved.”

[majormeilani]

another big story bc idk i’m just like that

Title: A Proper Apology

Summary: The Conductor gets a rude awakening after the fight with Bow Kid. Word count: 11k+ content warnings: mentions of injuries and blood, some descriptions of violence, basically anything that happened in the boss is mentioned or considered but taken more realistically LOL.

I wrote this for 3 reasons: 1. there isn’t many stories where the conductor gets told off for his actions in the boss fight 2. i wanted a better apology from him than we get 3. even though grooves is my canon winner, on my bow kid save i made conductor win

"Get up."

The Conductor tried to lift his head from the floor before he dropped it at the sudden pain in his neck. Ugh, his head was pounding. Had he really drunk himself into a stupor again? He'd drunk entirely too much and happened to pass out before but for some reason his headache felt like his head had literally been bashed in. And when he looked at the floor in front of his beak, there was a wetness on the floor that glinted in the light above. Probably drool, he figured. He couldn't really identify where he was as the room was dark aside from a light that beamed from above but all he knew was that everything seemed to hurt. His body felt like it stung all over. 

The more he awoke the more he tried to take in his surroundings despite the pounding feeling making him want to fall back into unconsciousness. He noticed the wetness in front of him was stained a crimson color and alarm leapt into his senses as he tried to feebly push himself up before being forced back down as a pain shot through his left side, making him fall heavily as his arms seemed to give way under him. He yelped and panted heavily on the ground as he turned over to his other side, breathing also feeling extremely painful and difficult. Where was he? What was going on?

… Why did he awaken from a strange dream about him attacking the lassie?

"Conductor."

There was that voice again, signaling he wasn't alone. Who it belonged to was now more clear to identify but he half hoped it wouldn't be that bird. He wanted to just shut his eyes and fall back asleep to ward off the hangover but there was so much discomfort he was in that it was almost unbearable. The world around him felt like it was spinning as he tried to take a deep breath, only to feel like his chest was being clawed at the side. He coughed harshly which only made the pain even more unbearable as he gasped for air.

A pair of red platform shoes clamped closer to him from the surrounding darkness, revealing themselves and their owner to him as they knelt in front of him. There was only one bird he knew who would choose to wear such shoes and of course it was the one bird he hated the most, his rival, DJ Grooves.

"... Go away, Peck Neck," The Conductor hoarsed, turning his head to look away from his rival, coughing as he did so. Even talking hurt, what had happened to him? Was he responsible for this?

"Darlin', I'd love to 'go away' any other time, but unfortunately for you, I'm not going anywhere," his rival's voice echoed back in the dark room, tone hushed but scolding.

The Conductor groaned, his hand grazing the sharp pain in his side as he went to hold it for some relief. Of course Grooves had to be here and annoy him when he was already in excruciating amounts of pain. His memory of how he ended up here was foggy but he felt like DJ Grooves had something to do with it, given how the penguin still loomed over him.

"Look at me, Conductor," DJ Grooves demanded.

The Conductor detected a tinge of anger in his tone, one that he hadn't heard before. It was a bit intimidating if he were honest but due to his stubbornness, he refused to comply with the demand. Like he would listen to DJ Peck Neck.

"No. Me neck hurts too much, jus' leave me alone," The Conductor spat back, coughing a few times and groaning in pain, arms tensing slightly.

"That's your own fault, darling," DJ Grooves said, reaching down to cup a hand under Conductor's head to get him to look at him. The owl squirmed in pain at the forceful gesture, fighting to move away.

"Get yer peckin' hands offa me," The Conductor rasped, slapping weakly at the other bird's hand to get him to let go. "I didn't do... nothin' to ye..." he continued breathlessly.

DJ Grooves sighed heavily at Conductor's stubbornness, frankly beyond tired of dealing with it. He was already angry at him but he couldn't deal with his childishness right now. This was serious and the other bird couldn't be bothered to do the simple task of even looking at him.

"Conductor, you may 'not have done anything' to me, but what you did to our darling star was messed up," DJ Grooves said.

There was a beat of silence between the two directors as Conductor tried to process what was just said to him. He finally looked at Grooves, seeming a bit lost on what the other was talking about, half thinking it was some cruel joke, but he felt something drop in his chest as he looked at the penguin's face. Given DJ Grooves expression it seemed he was actually being genuine and looked pissed at him. Come to think of it-- he'd never seen Grooves make a face like that before. His now tense body felt like it was pulsing as he lay under the other bird's gaze.

DJ Grooves feathers seemed to stand on end as he stared down at the owl, who finally met gaze with him. The penguin's star-shaped sunglasses, which would usually shield a majority of his face, were now perched on his forehead, giving The Conductor a full view of his eyes. His big, bushy, brows were scrunched together and there was a heavy frown set on his beak that looked foreign on his typically beaming face. Wrinkles creased his face following the grimace he now had and he leaned down closer to the owl, causing the latter to shrink back a bit. There also looked to be a cut of some kind splitting the penguin's right brow. The Conductor swore he saw anger flaming in those deep, dark eyes.

"... What are yer talkin' about?" the Conductor rasped in utter confusion.

"YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID. DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME, I KNOW YOU'RE NOT STUPID," DJ Grooves shouted back, hands clenched at his sides as he stamped his foot down in front of him. He looked like he was about ready to reach down and strangle the other bird.

The Conductor flinched at the other's shouting and sudden movement, the pitch making his already ringing head hurt even more. He reached up to clutch his head, feathers at the back of it flattening, his legs curling up towards his torso in reaction. He had a feeling that the other bird was about to strike him and reflexively went to protect himself as best he could, but no such strike did come. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried his hardest to think what could he have possibly done to the lassie to end up in immense pain like this. 

Sure, he was a bit rude in saying he 'didn't care' about her during "Train Rush," but he figured she could take a joke. Since all that was a joke! At the award's ceremony he'd also joked about her efforts in securing his victory after he'd enlisted her for help. 

Yeah, he didn't really necessarily need her help in the movies-- he'd won numerous times without anyone's help-- why would he actually need her help? She was a child who knew nothing about movies but her enthusiasm to help was endearing for sure. Her acting skills were subpar in his eyes but she was better than the owls, at least.

But what did he do that could warrant him being in this much physical pain? He thought more about it with his head still buried in his arms and under the penguin's gaze.

He thought back to Train Rush again. He did, however, notice the look of fear in her violet eyes as she dove helplessly and out of breath towards the deactivate switch for the bomb on his train during the movie. The way she collapsed in front of him after the fact, breathless and panting like she could pass out at any second. Though the girl still stood feebly on shaking, bruised legs and gave him a small smile and a thumbs up, signaling that she had successfully defused the bomb, saving everyone on board. 

She looked like she'd been roughed up, small cuts on her legs and face and her bow coming undone on her curly hair. The Conductor was too caught up in how intense the footage of her running for dear life was that he'd only slightly noticed that she looked on the verge of tears. He'd handed off the timepiece to her and told her about how they'd only done it in "the name of cinematography," of course he'd not meant to make the lassie cry! She seemed to like the hourglass-thingy props, him remembering her saying something offhandedly about them being very important to her and gave her one which made the tears seem to stop almost immediately. The bow wearing child hugging it close to her cheek dearly as she'd walked to the passenger cars to check on the flustered Express Owls.

The ceremony was the last time The Conductor remembered seeing the lassie, aside from what he'd recalled as a dream. He remembers seeing her small face among the crowd of owls, highlighted with the bright blue bow that sat tied across her forehead. She was clapping and cheering for him and after he'd accepted the award, she'd come rushing up for a celebratory hug, arms outstretched. Him not being fond of unwarranted physical affection had declined the gesture with the stop of his hand, raising HIS trophy high with the other. He'd also noticed she had colorful little bandages on her knees and one on her cheek, likely from after Train Rush.

He'd begun to gloat about his accomplishments, something he often did on his ego trip tirade after every win. He'd called her efforts "tiny and insignificant" and tossed a timepiece her way, not thinking it to be important at all after he'd won his trophy which rightfully belonged to him. He knew the lassie seemed to smile brightly whenever she saw the props so he figured since he'd no longer need it or her it was only fair to give her it. 

Even though she was receiving something that once brought her joy, her small face fell as he spoke to her. The way her wide, kind eyes lost their glow and her toothy grin became replaced with a wobbly frown. Her small arms she'd outstretched for a hug fell from where they hung in the air. Her eyes had cast to the "prop" that lie on the floor and she seemed to fidget with her cat themed coat before gingerly picking up the prop from the floor and nodding thankfully and giving him a small wave before she'd dashed off with it out of the ceremony. She seemed to be relatively alright despite his crude joke-- what could he have done to her that warranted waking up in this much pain? 

It's not like he'd tried to attack the lass-- wait.

Oh no. Oh no. OH NO?

… That was just a dream right? There's no way he'd… he'd pulled a knife of her and tried to strap a bomb to her. Or dropped stage lights on her… or threw saw blades at her. 

The Conductor's heart started to pound now and he unshielded his head from his arms, meeting Grooves' gaze again from his place on the floor. The penguin seemed to have stepped back a bit from him, likely relaxing after he'd flinched from the shouting. But now the penguin had his arms crossed over his front as he stared down at him.

"No-- I couldn't have--" The Conductor started.

The penguin's beak audibly cracked as he grit it together. The audacity of the other to deny what happened as if it were no big deal infuriated him. The urge to cuss him out was so tempting right now and he definitely deserved it but DJ Grooves tried his hardest to compose himself. The amount of self control he had to not tackle The Conductor and beat him senseless was astounding after what he'd done. The owl better count himself lucky he still had some humanity in him after all of this.

"... What did I do to-- to her..?" the owl dared ask.

"How about we start from the top, shall we?" DJ Grooves started bitterly, tone full of almost mocking and scolding. His angry glare was still fixated on the pathetic owl on the floor as he raised a hand to count off the various things the other had done.

"First, you tried to tackle her and hit her and then when that didn't work you tried to drop stage lights on her. Then you attacked her with a knife, Conductor. Many knives. Not to mention the saw blades, disco balls and the fact that you tried to run her over numerous times. Worst of all, you tried to BLOW her up with a BOMB and got your Express Owls to chase her with knives. You did it all for the stupidest reason I've ever heard. All because your selfish ass couldn't let me have just ONE trophy. You disgust me, darlin', you really do."

Suddenly The Conductor felt nauseous like he was going to throw up every organ in his body. He wretched suddenly and dry heaved before starting to pant trying to catch his breath and coughed harshly but nothing came up from it. Now he really wished he were dead. Why didn't the Lass just kill him for that!? He was now stuck tormented with the thoughts of what had happened coming back to him and each one felt like it struck him. He'd wished now he'd never woken up. Especially since now he was facing the brunt of his shame due to his rival. Though he found the penguin had now sat on his knees near his side.

"L-- Lassie-- where is sh-she…?" The Conductor said through a strained voice.

"She's not here and she's probably not coming back," DJ Grooves said dully.

DJ Grooves had no faith that Conductor actually felt bad for what he'd done. After all, the owl went around spouting obscenities at anyone who even remotely looked at him in a way that he deemed wrongly. Or anyone who made the slightest mistake or said anything he didn't like. Or when he didn't get his way-- oh, how he'd make that your problem too. Not to mention how Conductor treated him daily. There was no way that someone like him could feel bad for what he'd done.

Or so DJ Grooves had thought.

In front of him he heard the sound of sobbing and saw the owl had seemed to dissolve into tears. A rare instance of The Conductor actually getting emotional enough to cry was something that shocked Grooves and he sat dumbfounded as he watched the usually prideful bird crumble in front of him.

"L… lass… lass…ie…ee…" The Conductor whined out between sobs and sniffles, burying his face against his arm, body twitching as he heaved painfully on the floor.

DJ Grooves should saver this moment for what it's worth. Or kick him in the beak and walk away to let him rot in the basement. For a moment he even considered doing that but he just sat and watched him crumble further. He'd never thought he'd see Conductor so broken and genuinely sobbing like that. Under different circumstances, he might even think it was satisfying to see a hardened shell like him crack finally.

Though he wished he felt more enraged, he almost pitied him. The owl looked like he was grieving from how he continued to cry and scratch at the floorboards beneath him.

"I'm such… such a peckin' loser," The Conductor managed to utter amongst his crying and strained breaths.

"... Indeed you are," DJ Grooves found himself affirming without thinking about what he was saying.

"... She should've killed me… ay should be d-dead right now…" The Conductor muttered against the floorboards.

The owl continued his pathetic monologue, bashing his fist against the floor as tears rolled down his beaten face.

"... I'm… I'm better off dead like th' rest of me family… always knew I were a good fer nothin'... now look at me, lyin' here on the floor. In front of ye… and ye ain't even gonna put me outta me misery, ain't ye..?" 

Despite DJ Grooves' anger at the other, he was startled at what the other was implying of him. Did he really think that he was going to kill him…? Would that be justified? Surely, Grooves was pissed but he didn't know if he had it in him to actually kill him… did he?

Did he deserve it? 

The penguin's brows furrowed as he considered what had been said to him. The more he thought over what was said, there was no iteration of anything about how their darling star felt. It ignited the feeling of anger in him and he stood up suddenly, still glowering down at the other bird in disgust.

"... Selfish as ever, I see, darlin'. I would say 'I can't believe you,' but I expected nothing less of you. Always thinking about how you feel-- not how you make others feel. It's sad really," DJ Grooves said, glancing at his own hand. "And here I thought maybe you would apologize for once but I guess not."

The penguin's gaze returned to the pitiful owl on the floor before he went to turn to leave, hands tucked into his jacket pockets. 

"Darlin', all you can think about is yourself and how much you're suffering. You just got what you had comin' and you have no one to blame but yourself."

DJ Grooves started to walk off to leave the other behind. He heard a soft squawk-like sound imminent behind him from the owl and the sound of body parts fumbling against the ground. Then Grooves felt a hand grip around his ankle, stopping him in his tracks. He looked down to see The Conductor was grabbing a hold of him and had managed to crawl on the floor after him. Something in his brain told him to give the owl one last chance and he stood there with the other's hand gripping him still.

"... Y-Yer can't just leave me here--" The Conductor wheezed.

He moved painfully to grab the penguin with both hands now, holding on as tightly as he could manage.

"Don't leave me… here like… like this."

The owl was breathing like he'd just run a marathon despite having merely crawled a few feet. DJ Grooves' face hardened again at the other's plea.

"Why? I thought you wanted me to 'go away?' " DJ Grooves spat back.

"... I-- I wanted ta apologize," Conductor said, shame laced in his tone, volume dropping. "... Fer everythin'."

A harsh cough from the owl resounded off the basement walls, deafening in the silence. The penguin narrowed his eyes at the bird heap on the floor. There was a long pause as the words of apology hung in the air.

"I'm not the one you should apologize to," DJ Grooves responded, attempting to kick the other off his ankle, whose grip only tightened more as he did so.

"Please, Grooves. Please… if yer not gonna put me outta me misery… at least-- at least let me see the Lassie, one las' time," Conductor said, beak pressed against the floor as he pleaded. "So I can t-talk to her. Let 'er know I'm sorry…"

DJ Grooves crooked a brow at this request. It sounded genuinely sincere-- like he meant what he was saying. He saw the other bird shaking like it was painful for him to be holding onto his ankle and heard the owl wheeze as he breathed in. The Conductor was even making these small whimper-like sounds and had his head feathers pressed flat.

The sight of The Conductor like that made something in his chest tighten. Of course no matter how much this sounded like a bad idea, he knew how heart broken the little darling had been about everything. The least she did deserve was an apology-- and delivering it on The Conductor's behalf was not genuine enough. She deserved a proper apology after what was done to her by him and nothing less.

DJ Grooves breathed deeply with the whole of his chest and knelt again to touch hands with the other bird's that were still gripped around him. The Conductor looked up at the contact, face still soaked in tears and some blood from his battering. 

"... Come on then, darlin'," DJ Grooves said softly as he slowly helped the other bird stand up with him.

The Conductor leaned heavily against DJ Grooves as he was stood and found he could barely walk, save for a slight limp, wincing at the way his whole body ached. The two birds slowly moved towards the elevator, struggling slightly on the red carpet steps as they made their way up to it, somewhat awkwardly.

Once the elevator arrived, the doors opened with a clunk. Light from inside it poured over them, rather blinding from coming from the dimly lit darkness of the basement.

DJ Grooves pressed the button to the appropriate floor to ascend to, the living quarters above, and the elevator doors slid shut in front of them. He had an arm still looped around The Conductor, who seemed to tremble in pain still.

The Conductor looked up at DJ Grooves from his lean upon him and got a better view of the penguin and his face in this light. He noticed the slit in his brow again as he stared at him, the penguin feeling his gaze on him and averting his eyes to a wall in the elevator.

"... What happened to yer brow?" The Conductor asked, uncharacteristically nervous.

"... An Express Owl threw their clipboard at me when I tried to get into the basement," DJ Grooves said, flushing slightly.

"Ah… sorry about that," The Conductor said awkwardly, staring at the shaking floor of the elevator, rubbing gently at his aching neck.

The rest of the ride up was spent in tense silence.

~~~~~

Soon enough the elevator made it to their destination with a lurch and the duo continued their awkward limp in silence until they'd made it to The Conductor's room. DJ Grooves only let the other go when he was positioned to sit on a chair, which Conductor did so with an agonized groan of pain.

Surprisingly, Conductor couldn't find it in him to tell him off for once when he would have any other time. He just sat upon the chair he was placed, breathing heavily with his hands in his lap. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in a nearby wall mirror, gawking in horror when he saw how battered he looked, matching exactly how he felt. Bruises here, cuts there, blood dripping from his nose and feathers in utter disarray. His head feathers lowered as guilt started gnawing at him again and he looked away from himself.

He hadn't even noticed that DJ Grooves had left the room and returned until he saw the other cross over to him with something in hand. It looked to be a kit of some kind. A first aid kit.

"Might as well patch you up a bit too, darlin'," DJ Grooves said, placing the kit down and opening it.

"... I'll do it meself," The Conductor wheezed as he leaned forward, sliding the kit towards himself and reaching into the contents of it.

"Fine by me," DJ Grooves said, stepping back. "I should mention though, darlin', ya can't really see our darling star right now anyway. You'll have to wait and see her tomorrow, she's probably fast asleep, especially after… that."

The Conductor lowered his head feathers but started to tend to any small wounds that he could before his arms fell limply in front of him and he breathed heavily. Moving felt like a struggle still and he felt like giving up on patching himself up. His arms were shaking hard and he could barely move them. 

DJ Grooves was staring at the owl as he was attempting to patch himself up. His large brows furrowed at the other bird before he moved towards a sink with something in hand.

"I can wait a few hours… is fine," The Conductor replied, hanging his head.

Then Conductor flinched as he felt a wet cloth touch his beak as his rival gently cleaned the dried blood from his face with it. The water from it felt cool and refreshing but he didn't feel like he deserved it. He craned his neck backwards away from it despite the pain it gave him to move like that and he reached up to grip DJ Grooves wrist and stop him. 

"... Why're ye helpin' me..?" he muttered, shamefully avoiding the other's gaze.

"I already brought you up here… the least I can do is help you look a bit more presentable, I suppose," DJ Grooves said quietly. "I'm sure the darlin' wouldn't want to see you in such a state… You also seem to be struggling, it's a bit hard to watch, if I'm honest."

The Conductor huffed a bit indignantly but he supposed that DJ Grooves was right and loosened his grip on him. He allowed Grooves to help him get clean and patched up and didn't move. He couldn't believe the other would do such a thing for him, especially after everything. The guilt he felt was immense but he supposed it was rather nice that he was being taken care of. As the penguin cleaned his chin with the cloth, he tilted his head up to look at the other's face again. He stared at the penguin's eyes, noticing the cut from before in his golden brow. A heavy frown crossed his beak.

"That is if she ev'n wants ta see me at all," Conductor mumbled, causing DJ Grooves to give him a look and heave a sigh.

~~~~~

Bow Kid was curled up in her bed but was tossing and turning as she tried to fall asleep. It was to no avail as any attempt she made was thwarted by her being awoken by a nightmare. Tears welled in her eyes and she buried her face in her pillow, which she clutched tightly in her hand. 

Why did that happen? What did she do to deserve that? Why was he such a… meanie? 

Bow Kid was lying on her right side to avoid crushing her badly injured left arm as she sobbed into her pillow in the darkness of her room. She felt a heavy pain in her chest and she could still feel the slight sting of her new injuries that she'd earned from the fight. Cooking Cat had helped to patch her up but she hadn't told her how she'd earned such injuries. Nor had she told her best friend, Hat Kid, about them. She felt like it was her fault and they wouldn't understand. The first time that she'd told Cooking Cat about The Conductor, she'd given her a stern warning to watch out for him, seeming aware of his "explosion nature," as she'd put it. Bow Kid knew she would get in big trouble if Cooking Cat knew the truth.

It didn't help that Cooking Cat had asked so many questions about her injuries while tending to her. Most of them Bow Kid had shrugged off or made excuses that they were just from exploring Subcon but the feline still didn't seem convinced. Bow Kid had resorted to keeping quiet at some point during her fixing up but Cooking Cat had tried to reassure her that she was merely looking out for the child and to tell her if anything was wrong.

Cooking Cat said something about making sure that the girl made it home in one piece. Though Bow Kid already felt like she was torn apart. She already lost two of the people she'd tried to make friends with. How could she feel whole again?

Bow Kid sat up in her bed and rubbed the tears from her face on her nightie sleeve. She looked out into her dark room that was dimly lit by the surrounding space outside her ship. She spotted Cooking Cat in the pillow pile, fast asleep and curled up in a ball. Bow Kid frowned as she threw her sheets aside and bent down to put her cat themed slippers on her feet. She felt thirsty from crying and needed water. She grabbed her cat plushie and hugged it gently to her side as she stood up and turned towards her bedroom door.

Bow Kid shuffled carefully through her room and down the hall, minding Rumbi as she passed through the, currently dark, main hub of her ship. The robot vacuum bounced happily at her heel but she shook her head and walked towards the ladder. Rumbi vacuumed after her, trying to keep up but the girl climbed up quickly despite using only one arm and disappeared into the kitchen with the flap of the double doors shut. Rumbi sat for a moment but soon continued vacuuming on, stopping to clean a particularly dirty spot in the rug.

Bow Kid flicked on the kitchen lights, squinting with a hand by her face as her eyes adjusted to the light. She climbed up on the counter to retrieve a glass from the high cupboard before she hopped down and walked over to the fridge. She pressed her glass to the ice dispenser and then the water dispenser, watching each one fill her glass to the desired level. Then she stood holding the cold glass in her hands and watched the ice cubes bob and dance in the water. 

Tears began to bead in Bow Kid's eyes again and she sat on the floor in front of the fridge. She leaned against the unit and sipped gently at her freezing drink, hoping the coldness would calm her down. Bow Kid drank until half of the glass was empty. She felt the coolness rush over her but still felt the warm sting of sadness in her face. The water wasn't working and she dropped the glass which tipped over and spilled its remaining contents on the carpet beside her.

Bow Kid pulled her knees to her chest despite the pain in her left arm and sobbed openly with her forehead against them. Her small shoulders shook as she sobbed and she squeezed her legs and her plush toy in her arms. There was no one around to help her, no one to hear her cry. She sat there and cried, soaking her night shirt with tears.

Suddenly Bow Kid heard the familiar sound of the phone ringing from the engine room. The sound startled her and her head jolted up to knock against the fridge behind her. She rubbed furiously at the back of her head and looked tearfully in the direction of the sound. She braced herself against the fridge as she stood up with her plush toy in her arm, which she tightened her hug around. Her slipper squished in the wet rug from her spilled drink and she made note to take care of the spill at some point later. Who was calling her at such an hour…?

She stepped out of the kitchen and the sound of the phone ringing grew louder. Bow Kid walked to her ladder and sat down at the top before climbing down it backwards and hopping down when she got to the bottom. She stood for a moment staring at the engine room door, her heart feeling like it was pounding hard in her ears. With a deep breath and the wipe of the tears from her face she moved to the engine room.

She made the walk down the engine room's hallway and stood by the entrance to the door. She heard Mafia Boss on his small cart set up, snoring, and she wondered how he was even snoring for one and for two how he was managing to sleep through the sound of the phone ringing. Though she entered the room and stared at the ringing phone anxiously. 

Gingerly she took the receiver and held it to her ear. At first there was a silence from the other end and from her as she tried to listen for who was calling in case it was Hat Kid or a prank call or something. Then she heard a familiar voice on the other end:

"Why, hello, darling! It's me, DJ Grooves!"

Bow Kid felt slight relief wash over her when she now knew who was on the other end.

"Hi," she responded, smiling slightly.

"I'm glad you picked up! I was just going to leave you a message-- I hope I didn't wake you. How are you doing?"

"I'm okay," Bow Kid whispered back, adjusting her plush on her left arm, wincing slightly at the pain. She felt bad lying to him but she couldn't tell him that she'd been having trouble sleeping. She had to keep on smiling through everything no matter what-- she couldn't let anyone know how she really felt.

"That's good to hear. Are you up for coming down to the studio for brunch tomorrow? We're having a little… get together and I thought you might like to join us?" DJ Grooves asked. "I understand if you're busy though, darlin', I won't force you to come."

"Uhm…" Bow Kid started softly, winding the phone cord around her finger nervously. "... M-Maybe?"

There was a small pause on the other end which made Bow Kid grow slightly nervous. She tried to listen closely to the other end and she swore that she heard another voice talking to DJ Grooves, which she assumed was one of his Moon Penguins or something. She wasn't too sure.

Then he spoke up from the other end.

"If you can make it, we'll see you at 12 o'clock! Sounds like a deal…?"

"... O-Okay," Bow Kid replied with a nod.

"Alright. Goodbye, darlin'. Get some sleep, okay?"

"Mhm," Bow Kid hummed quietly as the line crackled and went silent before the dial tone buzzed in the earpiece.

She hung up the receiver and let out a shaky sigh. Maybe now she could try and get some sleep. For some reason hearing from DJ Grooves made her feel ever the slightest bit more comfortable. Especially after he was part of the reason she was still alive after everything. He'd helped save her from the bomb that had been strapped to her and comforted her after the fight with The Conductor. She was very thankful of him for that.

Bow Kid cuddled her cat plushie as she quietly made her way back to her room. She removed her slippers and settled back into her sheets again and fell asleep, actually managing to make her way through the night without waking again.

~~~~~

The next morning Bow Kid woke up feeling slightly groggy and in slight pain from her injuries. She sat up in bed, rubbing at her eyes for a moment and clapped her hands to turn her lights on. The lights came on and she looked to her radio clock for the time. It said it was 11:30 am, meaning that she'd slept in longer than she'd meant to. She didn't see Cooking Cat in the pillow pile, the cat usually being awake at around seven in the morning anyway. That meant she was going to be in the kitchen, probably.

Bow Kid got off her bed and approached her wardrobe, opening it up and switching into a white collared short sleeve shirt and blue ruffle skirt. She sat at her desk chair as she put on her boots, zipping them up and buckling the blue buckles on, then did a little prance in them to fit her feet in. She'd bathed the night before and didn't need to this morning so she carefully worked at combing her curls and working them back into two small pigtails at the back of her head, tying them off with hair ties. 

As she looked at her reflection, she clasped her hands down at her front. She had bandages every which-where from when Cooking Cat had patched her up, all of them colorful or cat themed. She even still had some of the ones she'd gotten in her injuries from Train Rush. Except for one bandage wrapped on her arm from when she'd… been stabbed. Which still ached a bit to move and made her arm feel weak. It still felt like the knife was there and she honestly couldn't believe how much she had bled when she was stabbed. Luckily, DJ Grooves had helped her to apply pressure to her arm and stopped the bleeding before it could get worse. 

Oh, yeah there was a brunch meeting with him today. She was still not sure if she really wanted to go but she would feel bad if he'd made up a food for her and she didn't show up. Even though she knew he wasn't the best cook himself, she found it to be kind of him to offer to feed her. He did say it was a get together though, so maybe there would be lots of food for her to choose from. Her stomach growled at the thought and she put a hand to it.

She supposed she'd go get something to eat there and then head back to the ship to get some more rest. 

Bow Kid couldn't wear her kitty coat, it was torn from the stab wound and stained from her bleeding. Cooking Cat had said that she would wash and mend it for the girl but she didn't find it on her bed as was promised of the cat so she decided she would have to go without today. It was her favorite coat but she would be okay without it for one day, she hoped. She exited her room.

As the alien child made her way back towards the engine room, she stopped to give Rumbi a morning pat, the robot chiming at her heel as it received her affection.

"Morning, Rumbi," Bow Kid said, smiling slightly.

Suddenly the kitchen doors shot open and out peered a chef cat, Cooking Cat, of course. She had a troubled look on her face.

"Sugar, you're finally awake? You feelin' okay, hun?" Cooking Cat asked, as she stepped out of the kitchen to the railing.

"I'm okay," Bow Kid said, smiling sheepishly.

"You should be restin', remember what I told you! An injury like that can get much worse with you movin' around a lot," Cooking Cat fussed, hands on her hips. "Where do you think you're goin', sugar?"

"I was going to have breakfast with a friend," Bow Kid said, fiddling with her hands. "... Hattie also invited me to watch movies with her and stuff."

Bow Kid winced slightly at her lie. She felt horrible lying but Cooking Cat could be a bit protective sometimes and if she thought she was just going to see Hat Kid then it'd be okay.

Cooking Cat's features creased slightly but she relaxed once Bow Kid mentioned Hat Kid. Though the feline didn't trust many of the people Bow Kid had met, Hat Kid was a good kid and she could trust her.

"... Alright, but promise me you two won't get too rowdy? And ya better stay away from that Bird movie studio, you hear me? I don't want anything else bad to happen to you," Cooking Cat said, her ears flattening as her voice softened. "You're very dear to me."

"I know, Cookie. I promise I'll be careful," Bow Kid said with a smile as she waved her right arm and started for the engine room.

She felt the cat's gaze on her the entire way to the engine room and felt sweat begin to bead on her neck. She then made a quick turn to the door for Alpine Skyline and walked in it before standing in the hall, listening and waiting.

She heard footsteps above from Cooking Cat, likely looking for the child to make sure that she wasn't heading down to Dead Bird Studio. There was a few minutes of silence then she heard the sound of the kitchen doors shutting above. She heard Cooking Cat's voice slightly muffled from the kitchen and waited a beat before stepping to the door back to the hub.

The door slid open and Bow Kid rushed into the hall for the engine room, her heart pounding hard as she stood in one spot listening again. She heard the sound of the kitchen door open again, Cooking Cat likely checking for her again. Bow Kid shook slightly from adrenaline but crept her way down the hall again to the engine room. The doors audibly slid open and she entered the room before nearly leaping out of her skin at a voice from within the room.

"AH, KID WITH THE BOW!" Mafia Boss bellowed from his cart. "I thought I'd never see your ugly face in this room again! I heard what happened with the bird! Ha ha! Serves you right."

Bow Kid flailed her arms with a wince and clamped a hand over where she assumed Mafia Boss' mouth would be seeing as he was… well, a jar. She shushed him furiously, frantically looking at the door.

"You know you can't cover my mouth! I don't have one anymore since I don't have a body because of you!" Mafia Boss said, the eyes in his jar shifting to look at her.

"Please! Stop talking!" Bow Kid said softly, her starting to shake in fear.

Mafia Boss laughed heartily at Bow Kid's fear.

"Ah! So you finally recognize my power! That you, Kid with the Bow, are no match for me!" Mafia Boss said, laughing like an evil villain.

"PLEASE," Bow Kid whisper-yelled. "I'll give you 300 pons if you shut up--"

"AHAHAHA-- Three hundred pons you say…?" Mafia Boss said, seeming interested at the offer.

There was the sound of running footsteps in the hall and in a panic, Bow Kid squeaked and dashed for the book nook in the corner of the engine room. She accidentally knocked over Mafia Boss on his cart in the process and he fell with an "ACK," and a soft tink as his jar landed against the cart top. His chef's hat fell beside the cart on the floor.

The engine room door shot open as Cooking Cat ran into the room, panting with a frantic look on her face.

"Aha!-- Huh?" Cooking Cat said, breathlessly as she glanced around the room. She only spotted Mafia Boss tipped over on his cart but no one else in the room and nothing else amiss. The jar was attempting to right himself while grunting, which did not work as he had no arms to push himself up with.

"Insolent child…" Mafia Boss grumbled, his jar rolling on the cart as he stopped trying to stand it right. 

"Just what the heck is goin' on in here?" Cooking Cat said, harshly picking up Mafia Boss from the cart. 

Mafia Boss made a sound of surprise as he was picked up. He proceeded to glare harshly at the feline and shook slightly trying to free himself from her grip.

"UNHAND ME YOU VILE FLEA BAG," Mafia Boss shouted, "WHY IF I HAD HANDS I WOULD STRANGLE YOU."

"Calm down, you rotten jar o' pickling brine! I just want to know what the heck is goin' on in here. What was all that shouting about? Was the sugar in here with you? I told that child not to come in here."

"Why I oughta skin you alive for saying that to me, you old hag! Unhand me!" Mafia Boss said, only focusing on her insult, before he glared in the direction of Bow Kid's hiding spot, just about to rat her out.

"I said, what was all that shoutin' about?! I heard you say somethin' about 'kid with the bow.' Ya better not lie to me or I'll smash you all over this floor," Cooking Cat said, giving Mafia Boss a shake, jostling the insides.

Once Cooking Cat stopped shaking him, Mafia Boss seemed a bit dazed as he looked over towards Bow Kid's hiding spot. He spotted the child holding up and waving around a pon in his view. He seemed to almost… sweat? If that were possible?

"... I was just… practicing for if I see her here again," Mafia Boss said with a huff, closing his eyes in an attempt to mimic a prideful expression. "Gotta be ready for when I see her again! Strike fear in her heart." 

Cooking Cat glared at him, her ears flattening. Then she raised him a bit higher into the air.

"You best stop lyin' to me if you know what's good for you," Cooking Cat said, watching as Mafia Boss' eyes snapped open. "... I heard her voice in here with you."

Mafia Boss shook slightly as he was raised up, fearing the cat might deliver on her threat of dropping him. He thought fast.

"Why, that was me too," Mafia Boss said.

"Eh?" Cooking Cat said, face shifting to look confused.

Mafia Boss stared at her for a moment and then his eyelids drooped to look like an annoyed expression. Then he 'cleared his throat' and he imitated Bow Kid's voice:

"Ah! Look at me! Prancing around with my little bow in my hair! Aren't I so precious and sweet? Watch as I pummel this poor man to mush and stuff him in a jar!"

Bow Kid couldn't help but giggle slightly at the impression from her hiding spot, snapping her hand over her mouth. Luckily, the turning gears near her drowned out any chance of her giggling carrying.

A look of horror crossed the cat's features and she lowered him in shock at his impression of Bow Kid's voice. It was honestly pretty close if she were to admit. 

"So ya were just talkin' to yourself in here..?" Cooking Cat said, her voice wavering slightly as she set the jar man down gently. Her paws gripped at her tie as she tried to comprehend the situation. She looked like she was having a mental breakdown for a moment as her paws went to the sides of her head.

"You could say that. Now get lost so I can get back to it," Mafia Boss said. "And give me my hat! It fell off."

Cooking Cat glanced down at the floor before she stiffly went to pick up Mafia Boss' hat and replaced it on his lid. She then placed a paw by her forehead, her eyes wide as she marched out of the engine room. She could be heard muttering down the hall:

"You must be so worried you're hearin' things, Cookie… I need a drink."

Bow Kid remained in her hiding place for a few minutes more before she stood up and walked back to the cart. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"You can thank me by giving those pons you promised," Mafia Boss proclaimed. 

Bow Kid jumped slightly at the reminder and fished out the 300 she promised and set it on the cart by him.

"And with interest because my acting skills come at a price," Mafia Boss said, "Make it 500."

Bow Kid glared at him and sighed heavily but she set the extra 200 on the cart. Mafia Boss laughed loudly, staring at his pons.

"Soon enough I will have enough to buy a new body and I will destroy you! Mark my words, Kid with the Bow!" 

Bow Kid rolled her eyes at him and headed up the ramps to the telescope for Dead Bird Studio. She peered down at the planet below and made note of her destination's coordinates. Then she calibrated her teleporter and teleported to the planet below.

Time to meet with DJ Grooves and finally have something to eat.

~~~~~

DJ Grooves was checking his watch every once and a while, standing outside of the studio's front doors. He'd paced back and forth anxiously, waiting for Bow Kid to show up. It'd been 10 minutes past noon and there was still no sign of her. He started to wonder if she really was not coming back and though it pained him to think that, she had no right to come if she didn't want to.

And it was perfectly understandable given the circumstances that transpired last night.

After ten more minutes of waiting, when all hope seemed lost, DJ Grooves sighed deeply and began walking back towards the studio doors. He figured she wouldn't show up but it didn't make it any less disappointing.

As he grabbed the handle of the front door, he heard the crunch of small footsteps in the sand running towards him. He turned towards the sound and his beak fell open at the sight. 

It was Bow Kid.

"DARLIN'!" DJ Grooves shouted.

Tears came to his eyes all the sudden as he knelt to her level to greet her, opening his arms to her. The girl collided with him in a hug and grasped her one strong arm around his neck. He hugged her back securely and lifted her up as he stood with her in his arms. 

"I'm so glad to see you, darlin'," DJ Grooves said, voice slightly muffled as he buried his face against her. "I'm glad you're okay, sweetie."

"Mhmm," Bow Kid said, her face buried against him as well, tightening her hug on him. She was also crying slightly as she was held, so relieved to see him as well.

They stayed there for a moment before DJ Grooves set the girl on her feet again. The two laughed at each other as they wiped the tears from their faces and grinned at each other. Then DJ Grooves offered his hand to her which she accepted and they entered the studio together.

Every year after the awards ceremony there was a get together of sorts to celebrate, almost like an after party. It was tradition to get the winner and the loser off on better spirits for the next year and try to promote a sense of community amongst the birds. Really, it was more like a chill day where catering was ordered and everyone had one day of relaxation.

As Bow Kid entered, she was greeted by many of the studio's staff. Though some spared awkward glances at her, wondering why she had returned to the studio after rumors about what had happened made their way around. Though seeing as she was with DJ Grooves, there was probably something business related going on. Maybe a missed paycheck or something. 

Bow Kid stared at the studio as they walked, looking at all the posters and rooms and sets as they made their way through. The last time she'd passed through the studio it was dark and scary, almost a sinister feeling when she'd entered. Here it felt different, warmer, but slightly off. She did worry about one thing though… The Conductor.

"Come on, the food's this way," DJ Grooves said to Bow Kid, snapping her from her thoughts.

The penguin led her towards a variety of tables with piano patterned tablecloths draped over them. A few Moon Penguins milled about the tables and some even shifted their shades as Bow Kid and DJ Grooves approached. It seemed like DJ Grooves hadn't made up the food himself and it was rather a smorgasbord of foods, breakfast, brunch and lunch foods all covered the tables.

"Take as much as you'd like, I'll be right back," DJ Grooves said, giving Bow Kid's shoulder a pat, urging her to grab a plate. The penguin then walked off, leaving her by herself near the catering table. She outstretched a hand after him but didn't follow him and instead stood nervously where he'd left her.

"Whatcha wanna eat, kid?" one Moon Penguin asked her as he held up a plate for her.

Bow Kid jumped slightly as she was spoken to and fidgeted nervously with her hands.

"Um… p-pancakes, please. Chocolate chip if you have it?" Bow Kid said shyly, looking at her hands. "And some bacon maybe."

"Alrighty," the Moon Penguin plated up her request and held it out to her. "Would you like some juice to go with that? We got apple juice, fruit punch, orange juice--" he continued, opening a cooler near his feet.

"Water would be fine," Bow Kid said softly, taking her plate and catching the water bottle that was tossed her way. She bowed her thanks and walked towards one of the empty tables to sit down. 

She took the cutlery that was rolled up in a napkin on the table and opened it, digging into her meal. It was delicious and warm, her feeling so much better after everything. 

It was very much worth it to come here, despite some of the bad vibes she'd dealt with before while here. She hadn't seen any sign of The Conductor either, maybe he'd gotten arrested? She didn't know. Though she supposed it didn't matter. He'd told her that he'd 'never wanted to see [her] ugly mug again,' and had blamed her for him attacking her. It's not like he'd want to see her anyway. Didn't make it hurt any less though.

Bow Kid felt herself starting to get emotional and she lightly slapped at her cheeks trying not to start crying again. The deep sadness bloomed in her chest again and she felt horribly guilty as she thought about it. She tried to focus on thinking about something else. Kittens. Little baby kitties with bow ties. Kitties snuggled together and a basket. Kitties always made her smile.

Then she saw DJ Grooves coming back and he waved as he approached her. 

"Hey, darling! I see you've eaten something. That's good! I'm glad to see it," the penguin said as he came to the table and rested his arms on it.

"Yeah. It was good," Bow Kid said, kicking her heel against her chair leg. She burped suddenly and then covered her mouth in shock before her and DJ Grooves giggled.

"Now, listen, darling," the penguin started, adjusting his shades. "There is… something I'd like to ask you."

Bow Kid sat up straighter in her seat, wondering with the tilt of her head what he wanted to ask.

"Um… well, you see… There's someone who wants to see you. After the whole incident… he's really been worried about you," DJ Grooves said, rubbing awkwardly at his neck. 

He worried about saying exactly who and stopped for a moment wondering if he should say who it was. The name was right on the tip of his tongue but for some reason he felt like he couldn't say it to her. He feared seeing her distressed but he also knew it was best that she get the apology she deserved. And after much talking with the owl, he'd hoped The Conductor would deliver on said apology.

He opened his palm to her with a deep breath.

"Please-- come with me," DJ Grooves said. 

Bow Kid felt her heart start to pound as the penguin stared at her. She looked from his hand to his face, her brows furrowing. Hesitantly, she got up from her chair, smoothing her skirt down. She clasped her hands nervously at her front, tapping her fingertips together. Then she reached out and placed her small hand in his, seeming to accept the invitation to meet this stranger.

DJ Grooves took a shaky breath and held her hand as he led them both towards the owl's room.

~~~~~

The Conductor was sitting in his room by himself, holding his head in his hands. He ran over and over in his head what he wanted to say to the lass the entire night but now that he actually knew she was here in the studio, his mind felt blank.

His mind that usually knew what to do and what to say was completely empty. Vacant of any thoughts other than the anxiety of seeing her again. The fact that he knew he didn't deserve to see her again and that she'd still come to the studio.

It made his chest hurt to think about. He didn't want to see what he'd done to her, knowing that he'd done it to her was enough. 

Though it was all too late for that now.

There was a steady knock on the door which made him jolt slightly, his entire body feeling like it was shaking. He felt dizzy but tried to right himself. The Conductor sat staring at his hands as the usually locked door clicked open and creaked.

Then he saw DJ Grooves enter-- followed by the little lassie. 

The Conductor raised his head to look at the girl, who shrank away upon seeing him and buried herself and her face against DJ Grooves' side, clinging to the penguin's coat. She looked to be shaking just as much as Conductor felt his own body doing.

There was a long beat of silence before The Conductor sat up as straight as he could manage.

"L… Lass…" the owl started to say before Bow Kid immediately rejected him by shaking her head against DJ Grooves.

"NO!" Bow Kid shouted, the loudest anyone had ever heard her speak, the penguin and the owl both jumping at the sound of her voice.

The girl looked hatefully and betrayed between the two birds, her eyes welling with tears. She felt tricked, lied to and was now under the gaze of the one bird who broke her heart. She couldn't believe that DJ Grooves, who she still thought was her friend, had led her to see the one who tried to kill her.

"No, darlin', listen I talked to him--" DJ Grooves said, trying to placate the child as he knelt beside her. She swatted him away which knocked his sunglasses off his face then she buried her face in her hands and fell to her knees, sobbing loudly.

The Conductor watched all this happening before him and his mouth quivered as he tried to think of what to say. He met gaze with DJ Grooves, who seemed to share the same sentiment of not knowing what to do.

"Lassie… pl-please, hear me out… one last time," The Conductor spoke finally, his fingers linking together as he looked at her.

Bow Kid shook her head as she sank downwards hugging herself and sobbing harder. DJ Grooves knelt down beside her, hands in his lap then brought a hand hovering near her as if afraid to touch her.

"Lassie, please, I don't ask fer yer forgiveness… all I ask is for ye ta listen te me… one mor' time. And then I'll be outta yer life ferever, if that's what ye want," The Conductor said softly, almost pleading her.

The small alien girl seemed to quiet down slightly and turned to look at the bird through one eye, sniffling harshly. She was quivering as she looked at him through tear blurred vision. 

The sight of Bow Kid being scared of him was something he'd predicted would happen, but it didn't hurt any less to see it happen. It made his heart ache seeing her crumpled in front of him, tears streaming down her face. No one else was to blame but him for all this. It was all his fault.

Taking her gaze as a cue for him to start saying his piece, The Conductor looked to his hands again, which were trembling horribly.

"I… I'm sorry, lassie. I'm sorry for the way that I treated ye. I should… I should never 'ave spoken ta ye the way tha' I did. All those mean thin's I said, like calling you ugly, bein' belittling… Sayin' you didn't do a thing to help me win," the owl said, solemnly, tears of his own surfacing.

Bow Kid turned more towards him once he stopped talking, wells of tears flowing from her eyes. She looked from the floor to him and her lip quivered as she shook under his gaze.

"And the way I treated ye… after ye tried so hard to 'elp me…" The Conductor's breathing hitched. "Well, I'm just the biggest eejit the world's ever seen, ain't I? A big ol' stupid fool I am. Ya didn't deserve anything I did ta ye. None of it at all."

The owl shook his head to exemplify his statement and at himself.

"And what's the point in winning a trophy if ya end up feeling like a loser fer hurtin' others ta get it..."

Bow Kid was now turned fully to face him, listening to what he was saying. Her face was still wet with tears but she was no longer sobbing. She was also allowing DJ Grooves to rub comfortingly on her back, the penguin looking near to tears himself listening to the other's confession.

"... 'n I didn't only hurt ye. I hurt everyone who knew ye. All because I was selfish-- didn't even think about what I was doin', sayin'... I'm. I'm so sorry, lassie. I don't expect yer fergiveness, frankly, I don't even deserve yer fergiveness, either. I wouldn't fergive me."

The small alien girl hiccupped as she listened to him speak. 

"Ye have a good heart and I was too blinded by me own pride to give ye the chance ye deserved."

The room was quiet and still for a couple minutes, the only sound being the sound of the group's collective sniffling and shaken breaths.

Then Bow Kid rose up from her spot on the floor. DJ Grooves, who now had tears his own flowing from his eyes, watched her as she stood. He also rose from the floor himself with her, hands together as he tried to figure out what to do. He looked at his sunglasses that were on the ground but left them where they were as he leaned onto the wall by the door.

The girl brushed off her skirt and wiped at her eyes with the neck of her shirt. Then, with a shaky breath, she walked towards the owl.

The Conductor looked up to see her approaching him, and now saw how roughed up the poor kid looked. He'd been avoiding looking at her all this time for fear of seeing what he'd done to her but now-- now he was just glad the lass was standing there at all. And that he could see her.

"Oh, lassie… Look at everything I've done to ye… your li'l face," The Conductor said before he clenched his beak shut, trying to hold back a sob.

Bow Kid stopped a foot in front of him and reached up to pet him gently on the head, his feathers flattening at the affection. Her eyes still teemed with tears but she gave him a sad little smile. This broke him and he started shaking with sobs.

"L-aaa-ssieeee…" he cried openly as she petted a hand against his head.

He wanted to reach out and hold the girl, give her a hug after everything. But he was afraid of touching her, afraid of hurting her more. He wanted to cradle her small little head in his hands and tell her nothing about her face was ugly and give her forehead a kiss. He wanted everything to be alright so badly but it was his fault things had been so ruined in the first place. All because he just had to be a selfish idiot.

Bow Kid took his hands gingerly in her own shaking ones. She looked him in the face and then said:

"Mr. Conductor… I… forgive you," she whispered with a soft nod.

Hearing her accept his apology just made him sob even harder. How? How could she find it in her heart to forgive him? After everything he'd done to her, after how rotten he'd treated her-- she was forgiving him? It didn't feel real. He didn't deserve it.

DJ Grooves from his place on the wall was sobbing too and he stepped out of the room to try and compose himself and also give them some time alone. It seemed like she didn't need him there to keep her safe anymore.

The Conductor squeezed the small girl's hands in his, noticing the bandages on her arms and the one big bandage that was wrapped around where he'd stabbed her. The pain in his chest ached at the sight.

"L-Lassie… can I hug ye?" The Conductor said softly. "Ye look like y-you need a hug."

Bow Kid nodded and stepped towards the owl and sank against him as he wrapped his arms around her. He held her tenderly like she would break if he held her too tightly. He clenched his hands into fists as he held her. The girl clung to him and buried his face against him as she was held, a hand gently running through the feathers on the back of his head. After a moment, the two let go of each other, Bow Kid stepping back from him. He placed his hands gently on her shoulders and gave a shaky smile to her, giggling awkwardly and weakly, nervous.

Conductor tried to catch his breath and calm down from all this crying, finding himself to be worn out from it all, not to mention being in immense pain from the fight still. He wiped his face on his suit sleeves' shoulders.

"Thank ye fer coming to see me, lassie. It was good to see ye again," The Conductor said through a broken voice, cupping a hand on her cheek and brushing a tear away with his thumb. He held her face for a moment and she smiled at him dearly. Then he let the girl go. 

"M… Mhmm," Bow Kid hummed before she walked to the door, picking up DJ Grooves' sunglasses along the way and waved goodbye. The Conductor waved back to her gently as he watched his door close again. 

Bow Kid met with DJ Grooves in the hall and walked with him to the front doors of the studio. The two said their goodbyes, Bow Kid returning DJ Grooves' sunglasses to him at the door. The penguin soon returned to assist Conductor to the hospital, the owl having sustained broken ribs after further assessment.

But things would be okay again, the two of them hoped.

Bow Kid now felt less torn apart than before and was so glad to have made amends with a friend. 

[solangelover]

Could you do Solangelo cuddling (Fluff), but one of them has really weird mid-night thoughts?

A/N: This has been done forever ago, idk why I didn’t post it, my bad (^_^; )

Read on AO3 or FF.Net

“Ugh, I’m tired.”

“That’s why we’re going to sleep, Ghosty.”

Nico hummed noncommittally as he flopped down onto his bed. It was late, nearly midnight, and he was more than ready to be dead to the world. They had had a busy day of classes, training (for Nico), working (for Will), and dealing with the general chaos that came with living at Camp Half-Blood.

Will’s siblings let the head counselor sneak off to the Hades cabin for the night. While they all teased their older brother about having a “fun night,” they all really just wanted him to get a good night’s sleep, and cuddling with his boyfriend almost always did the trick.

After doing the minimal to get ready for bed, the boys hit the lights and shuffled beneath the covers. Immediately, their hands found each other, and they tangled their limbs together. It was easy, a comfortable routine they developed over the course of their relationship. They were hardly cuddly in public, so their private time together had to make up for that. And it was really just that—cuddling and sleeping together—and nothing more.

“Good night, Neeks.”

“Good night, Sunshine.”

Will shifted onto his back, giving Nico the space to move even closer so that his head rested on the blonde’s chest.

It was nice and cozy. Perfect for sleeping.

And yet.

Will laid there for a solid fifteen minutes, not thinking anything in particular as he stared off into the darkness. He tried not to shift restlessly so as not to disturb his boyfriend, but that just made him stiff and less than comfortable.

He tried to focus on Nico’s breathing for the next fifteen minutes. The boy’s breaths had evened out, but Will had a feeling that he wasn’t quite asleep yet either.

Why couldn’t he sleep? Was something bothering him? Normally, he’d have his to do list for the next day on his mind. When that kept him up, he simply got up, wrote it down, then climbed back in bed and was out like a light. But that’s not what was happening now. He squared away his to do list earlier, on a small note that sat on his desk in the infirmary.

What was on the list? Maybe if Will recounted it to himself, he’d fall asleep out of boredom.

Cut bandages. Well, that was a daily task, but sometimes it was nice just to check it off at the end of the day.

Check inventory. A weekly task, but sometimes Will would compulsively check it, just in case, or when there was nothing else to do.

Practice nutrition plans. Since the son of Apollo hoped to be a real doctor someday, he’d been exploring different medical fields to see how he liked them. He was currently exploring the nutritionist route, which could help as a family physician or pediatrician anyway. He would ask the Demeter kids about different vegetables, herbs, grains, all that stuff, and practice writing up specific diets for hypothetical needs. It was kind of interesting so far, but not Will’s favorite.

I wonder what kind of plan a child of Hypnos might need. If you consider the narcolepsy, possible lack of sunlight, there’s bound to be some nutritional deficiency going on, he thought to himself. Hmm, deficiency. De-fi-shi-en-see. That’s how you spell it, right? D-E-F-I—she-en-see—C-I-E—defishy—um where was I? Okay, wait, D-E—honestly, who spelled this word this way? It’s confusing. Why is C-I-E pronounced “she”? What—

“Will,” a stern voice pulled Will from his musings. He turned his head down to see his boyfriend squinting up at him in the dark, his eyes having adjusted long ago. “You’re thinking too loud. You’re practically yelling.”

“Wha—that doesn’t even make sense,” Will responded, his voice sounding loud in the quiet of the cabin.

“It does. It’s loud. You’re loud.” Nico shifted so he was more even with Will and could look him in the eyes properly. “What are you thinking about that’s making your head wrinkle?” He poked Will directly in the forehead to punctuate his point.

Will swatted his hand away. Nico kept looking at him and he sighed. Whatever. “Why are words words?” He looked back up at the ceiling, confusion clear on his face.

Not hearing an immediate response, he turned to see his boyfriend staring at him, his expression a mix of perplexity, incredulity, and amusement. The son of Hades simply raised an eyebrow, apparently not planning on giving Will the answer he so desperately needed.

So, he continued. “You know, like, words. Why are they what they are? Why is the word ‘word’ a word? Why is it spelled like it is? And why does it mean word? Actually, how do you even define ‘word’?” He tapped his chin in thought, once again staring at the ceiling. He saw Nico glance up at the ceiling out of the corner of his eye, probably mocking Will. But the son of Apollo was too preoccupied to comment.

“A word is a word,” Nico replied, like it was that easy.

“You can’t use the word being defined in the definition,” he rolled his eyes, like Nico should’ve obviously thought about this before and know that that’s not an acceptable answer.

Will took a breath to begin another senseless rant about language when his boyfriend cut him off. “Words are words, letters are letters, languages are way they are because people decided that’s how they wanted to communicate. Nothing more to it. Please sleep.” His deadpan words were probably meant to be patronizing or flippant in some way, but Will actually felt like that answered his wonderings quite well.

“Huh,” Will said, mostly to himself. He paused as the words processed in his brain. “That makes sense.”

“Oh my gods,” is all Nico said before he rolled over, his back to Will. “Go to sleep, idiota.”

Will beamed, throwing his arms around the dark-haired boy to hug him from behind. “I’m so lucky my boyfriend is a genius.”

“You’re dumb, now sleep.”

“Okayyy,” Will drew out. But now that his mind was satisfied, he remembered that he had an exhausting day and that he really really wanted to sleep.

He settled in further before whispering a “good night” to the air, the boy next to him already breathing deeply.

[exphhoria]

Hello!! I love your blog sm and thank you for all the venti stuff you wrote <33 but i saw that there weren't any for Xiao and was wondering if i could request a scenario of Xiao telling other adepti or Zhongli how he feels when the reader (who is also an adeptus) is around but he doesn't know what that emotion is?? I hope this makes sense but hes in love and doesn't know it >~<

When He’s Clueless

Character(s): Xiao

Format: Headcanon and Drabble

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 645

Note: Pls I love Xiao so much but I just have been writing other characters. Here, have this food to feed your needs, also idk if I did him justice but hey, at least I tried?

Another Note: Self-edited because I wrote this at 2-3am and my editor is asleep

Xiao has always been a closed off person. Even to Zhongli, he rarely opened up. However, it was different with you.

Maybe it was because you had known each other for thousands of years. Maybe it the way that your eyes shined whenever you spoke about your interests. Or perhaps it was the way you greeted him with a kind smile and a hug whenever you saw him.

Nonetheless, the adeptus loved spending time with you and was always delighted to speak to you. You were one of the rare few that he engaged in conversation in with while at Wangshu Inn. He may only make a few short comments here and there but, you could tell he cared.

Xiao always felt... odd when you were around. There was a certain fluttering sensation in his chest he felt whenever he spoke to you. Just looking at you caused a smile to tug at his lips. He always found himself sneaking quick glances at you from across the room and when your arm brushed against his, he felt his cheeks burn in the slightest. It was a jumble of new feelings that he didn't quite understand and he wanted to know what they meant.

So, of course, he consulted Zhongli.

"What I believe you're experiencing is the mortal emotion known as 'love.'" the archon stated.

"L-love?" Xiao uttered, baffled.

Zhongli nodded as he put down his cup of tea. It was Huangshan Maofeng tea, a variety of green tea. The scent was intoxicating, the sweet aroma of orchids wafting its way through the air.

Xiao scoffed, muttering, "I do not feel such foolish emotions as love."

The Geo user in turn responded with, "The speed of your heartbeat increases when you're around them, yes?" The Yaksha mumbled a soft 'yes' before letting his superior continue. "Your face also reddens when you interact from what I have observed. These are symptoms of love. What you choose to do with this information is up to you however, I suggest you tell them."

Xiao nodded and in the blink of an eye, disappeared. Zhongli chuckled, looking up at the clear sky as a flock of cranes flew by. He wasn't quite surprised that the young adeptus finally found someone he loved but, it was unexpected in a way.

≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪

You were sitting on the railing of the highest balcony of Wangshu Inn, leaning forwards. You were waiting for Xiao as you have almost everyday around sunset. The view yonder was breathtaking, scarlet painting the sky as the sun gradually disappeared on the horizon. Next to you on the wooden fencing was a delicately arranged plate of almond tofu, intricate decorations and seasoning adorning the white dish.

Sensing Xiao appear at your rear, you smiled, "Today looks lovely, don't you agree?"

He silently made his way over to you until you could see his agile form in the corner of your eyes. The way his hair fell perfectly on his face mesmerized you. How his slim figure could be so lean yet also perfectly built was enchanting.

A/N: This paragraph is just me simping but wHo gAvE hiM tHe riGhT tO bE sO pErFeCt LiKe dAnG- also, Xiao's smol waist is literally perfect for hugging, convince me otherwise

"I have... something I wish to share with you," the emo adeptus piped up. Curious, you turned to look at him, urging him to continue.

"... I believe what I feel for you is what mortals call... love," he admitted.

Your cheeks heated up, red dusting your face as you were reduced to a blushing mess. After about half a minute, you finally gathered your bearings and asked, "Are you sure...?"

He nodded, holding your flustered gaze. His own eyes reflected determination and sincerity. Understanding he was sure, you grinned and said, "I love you too,” then giving him a peck on the cheek.