#if i remember correctly he complained about having to draw the entire time

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Self-portraits from a DID System ▸ Mr. Intercontinental Breakfast Augustus Sinclair

part of the 'We Will Be Perceived' zine.

[dreamsofminnie]

“Opposing Troubles”

{Alhaitham x Y/n} Part 1

^[Credit: Twitter&Tumblr @/birdsofpassage]

Alhaitham x Y/n {Part 1} <You're Here!

Kaveh x S/n {Part 2} <Link

Summary-> Y/n and S/n are sisters who are very much attached to the hip dispite slightly rare petty arguments. A bad argument forms between Y/n amd S/n and they go to their lover to complain. Alhaitham and Kaveh however can’t let this go on for too long. Your bond was super strong with each other despite some small differences. They don't want to see that sibling bond disintegrate.

Notes-> I got in an argument with my sister and this idea popped up; and since my sister has a personality like Alhaitham and me with a Personality like Kaveh; with us liking the opposite, this is really creative idea.

Word count-> 1,560

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Stomping through the streets your heart is still racing, out of breath from storming outside your house. The murky feeling deep in the pits of your stomach felt awful. You felt yourself treading through the depths of the ocean where the water was thick and heavy on your feet. Dreaded thoughts flooded your head bringing bouts of pain every second. Your muddled vision couldn’t clear up no matter how hard you tried. Your eyes were just too puffy.

You successfully managed to find the right door, however, so congratulations on that, one happy thing about this awful day.

The gentle knocks on the door and small pitiful calls draw the front door to widen with the expected person of your search. You look up quite bashfully afraid what he might think of your state.

“Kaveh isn’t home right? Can I stay here? With you kicking him out for a few days at least.” Alhaitham surely wasn’t a fool for not noticing your puffy eyes, downcast expression and the slight dance of your fingers against your clothes in a rattling of your nerves.

He was quick to rummage in his pocket and take out that one item of desire for the architect. Kaveh’s golden key with the lion carving. “He can stay at S/n’s house. And you can stay at mine. Equal exchange.” You gave Alhaitham the lightest of smiles as you followed him in.

Once reaching the couch you immediately cling to Alhaitham, you knew he already deduced your haggard state. He sat normally, sitting to his left you lurched your left arm across his torso hugging his waist, your other arm around his neck, one leg in between his; entirely facing him while acting as a koala clinging to their tree for support. He didn’t mind it one bit and kept an arm around your torso to keep you close.

“Did you have an argument. With S/n? Why else would you deliberately ask to kick out Kaveh when he would automatically turn to your house and stay with S/n.” The tone of voice was not a question, more of a statement he correctly concluded.

You nodded as you buried your head into his chest emotions starting to well up again. “I can only faintly remember what we were talking about. I- I just got so mad I lashed out on her. She didn’t get me; she didn’t understand what she was doing to me. And I can't- it’s not- ..it hurts. And I’m so bad with my words..” The tears this time around prickled so harshly that your sobs felt choked.

Alhaitham’s hand around your torso drew parallelograms into your side as some sort of soothing mechanism. He never likes to see you so distraught like this, you were so much more pretty when you happily bounced off walls with energy and that bright glow he loves.

And S/n was a bringer of that light. Y/n was the most comfortable around her sister, naturally. Their shared interests and sometimes similar views made each other glow that much more brighter. They stuck to each other so well that others would even get jealous of their sibling relationship. They are definite opposites but find a way to balance well against each other. This however would be the worst they have ever fought. Silent treatment was the result after small petty fights. This was much more hurtful for both.

“That’s why I’m with you. To help you with your words and guide you. Look up at me Y/n.” Your shaky exhale found relief in cooler air away from his body heat. Alhaitham’s digits ran over your cheeks softly as you leaned into his fond touch. “How do you feel about your sister?”

“She’s a total butt. Annoying to deal with.” Your brows furrow and your face puffed in irritation. Cute; Alhaitham couldn’t voice out in the seriousness of this conversation. “Then how would you feel if she left you?”

You jolted in his hold, eyes now run out of tears has widened in horror. “I..would be so upset. Intentional or not. She can’t just leave…” The trigger in your thoughts now running wild in imaginations of S/n leaving you behind made your blood cold. The bubbling of that came fresh new tears and you really hated this overwhelming emotion.

“Civil conversations about serious matters need to be regarded Y/n. With S/n that is. To better understand each other you need to express yourself. And not through emotion-filled tears.” At the end of that sentence he rubbed circles into your cheeks, secretly indulging in how soft your skin feels against his fingers.

The rubbing of his hands was a bit too forceful that it slurred your words. “But i caant, its too hard to form words with mouth. Esspecially when it's face to face. It’s too uncomfortable and my mind blanks. My fight or flight, except it's my hide or flight.” You swat his hands from the rubbing and adjust them to rest against your face instead.

“I know.” His deadpan expression brings you back to the time you tried to confess but stumbled over your words, so he ended up confessing since you were activating your hide or flight and in the midst of running away. You still ran away in embarrassment in the end.

You awkwardly laugh at that memory avoiding eye contact. “On another note, you cry often even when you are just happy and your heart is overwhelmingly full. I will just get a jar to fill up on your tears at this point and start liking when you cry.” Alhaitham’s face was devoid of emotion; you couldn’t tell if he was being serious or not.

“Please don’t..” You whine at the subtle joke choosing to not take that sentence seriously. Alhaitham chuckles and strokes your head, shifting your body closer.

“Don’t worry about the meeting with S/n. Just focus on what speech you're going to prepare to say to her. Media Naranja.”

Media Naranja (Spanish for "my better half," literally "half an orange")

“Did you just call me an orange half.” You glare at Alhaitham with a half frown half smile knowing the exact meaning he wasted to say. He raises a brow, “Do you not look like one now? Your eyes have gotten much puffier and red.” He was internally glad you have started to calm down and were able to joke around now. You blow air into his face and stick your tongue out as he blinks back.

“But.. thank you for making me feel better Haitham. Mmh I lovvee youu. And now i’m so exhausted from all these deep feelings. Tuck me in bedd pleasee.” You stick your head near his neck fondly and wrap both your arms around his neck wanting to be carried into his room to rest.

“No. You need to shower. You’ve been outside all day. Don’t get your germs in my bed.” However, he moved your body around so he could carry you over to his room. “So meann.” Once he placed you down on your feet, you grabbed your spare clothes from his dresser and headed to the bathroom.

Alhaitham waited for the door to snap shut and the shower to turn on before he gets up towards the front door. Just his luck, he spots a fussy blonde mumbling angrily while walking away from their shared house. “Kaveh.” Upon hearing that monotone voice his head snaps towards the house ready to snap at the man for kicking him out once again.

The seriousness in Alhaitham’s voice and face stops the blonde from chewing out his roommate. Just this once.

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Feeling refreshed you stumble out of the bathroom, your exhaustion has faded only a bit, your eyes were the most tired of all. You step into Alhaitham’s room and yawned wanting to crawl into bed and cuddle with him already.

“Took you long enough. Come. I’m already drained from treating your therapy session today.” Alhaitham sat up against the headboard with a book in his lap eyes focused on you even before you walked fully in.

“Hehe, yes my Liebling” You practically jump onto the bed automatically covering yourself with the blanket and clinging onto Alhaitham.

Liebling ("darling" in German)

He pressed a kiss to your forehead as he bookmarks the page and places it on the nightstand, sinking down the headboard to lie down next to you.

“You’ll have a long day tomorrow. And I will be there for you. Don’t be so nervous and so scared. You won’t ever have to be, with me by your side. Your soft snores was his response as he had waited till your exhaustion enveloped you to admire you.

“I love how you're so empathetic and carefree. It’s your best quality so no need to be so insecure over that.”

“You’re admirable to keep going forward with the pain of your past.”

“I loathe seeing you too intimidated to reveal your true feelings to others.”

“Your feelings are just as much important as the other person. Please understand this.”

Another kiss to your temple and he has you in his firm hold succumbing to a peaceful slumber. A gentle smile graced your lips, either from Alhaitham’s love admission or the sweet dreams you had when he voiced his fondness of you.

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[sayakxmi]

[Magi rewatch] Episode 13: Prince of the Rebellion [Part 2]

What in the name of fuck

Bye, lol

Looks awesome, ngl

Look at my boy. So happy with his new fancy sword.

Small thing, but it's pretty cool how they show there's little magoi left with the seal flickering.

Lol

YEET

Interestingly, Alibaba no longer calls 23rd brother. Idk when exactly he stopped, but I've noticed it just now.

Smort

The amount of time he doesn't fucking waste

Welp, there it is. Morgiana vs the monkeys. That's what I wanted to talk about.

You remember this fight, right? We all remember this fight, right?

Well, in the manga we don't get to see it. Morgiana gets there & throws Alibaba, looks menacingly, we go to Alibaba, and later we see Morgiana after the monkey's been defeated. So this entire fight? Morgiana trying to copy Masrur, and then going with something that she can actually perform at her current strength? Yea, all of that is anime exclusive.

So, yeah. Often enough I mention how Morgiana being eventually sidelined, and the trio not being much of a trio, were things that were long time coming, but I'll be honest with you, even I didn't remember that this fight was completely skipped in the manga. But damn if it doesn't back my point. Idk, just sigh.

Other than that, it's a good fight. Short, but neat. We see that Morgiana's also learnt something new. In the anime at least.

Idk, man. No more words I can offer you about it. I know the signs were there since the beginning, but even I get extra surprised every now and then.

Yeah, honestly, I have no idea how I would've reacted. Something between angry and horrfied.

I appreciate that you're still trying to talk here.

Like, people often complain about Alibaba for trying to, idk, talk things through rather than burning everything in his path, but while, yes, Alibaba's not a fan of fighting, the truth is - he's not that strong and he knows. He's never actually allowed to forget that there are powers beyond him, all around him. Sinbad, then Kouen, even Aladdin and Morgiana... compared to them, without Amon, he's just a guy. Especially at this point in time. In this scene, he has no more magoi left, so he's as strong as he is individually strong. And while it's not bad or anything, really, he's actually pretty damn skilled and quick-witted, he is still heavily outnumbered. Which he knows. It's not about cowardice or the lack of resolve. It's about correctly assessing the situation he's in, drawing the most logical conclusion and acting accordingly - he won't be able to win against this many people without Amon (and that excluding the fact that he doesn't want to fight his own people, which, yes, is also a factor), so he talks instead.

God forbid the guy actually thinks things through.

You go, boy B)

Love how the moment Sahbmad calls for him, Barkak immediately gets involved and just. Deals with it like it's nothing.

But at the same time, bro, you could've done it a little earlier.

I kinda wonder if he was waiting for Sahbmad to make this call.

Hell yeah

Damn, the way he just looked at him. 10/10

Anyway, neat. Now to the ending.

sord spoiler

djinn spoiler

Well, at least this isn't that spoilery. It's kinda symbolic, but without the context it's not that obvius. You know, two sides to him and all that.

Bro you've been dead for like half of the arc

Btw, he gets replaced by Cassim in some other ed version.

Oh, hi, Ugo.

That's cool actually

Big, big world.

That's another thing I've always liked about Magi. How big the world feels.

As for the song, it's neat. Just neat. Not my fav - that's With You, With Me - but it's nice, and pretty fitting.

[thehollowprince]

The violence ask game:

1 (besides characters named Scott)

8

24

1. the character everyone gets wrong

Cruel Caveat: besides characters named Scott

I just want to point out how mean that stipulation was before I begin, but in the same breath, it does challenge me because my Scotts (McCall & Summers) are such tempting, low-hanging fruit.

I've been on a Star Wars kick lately, and so I'm going to talk about Mace Windu.

Everyone (general) points to Mace and gets upset with him because he didn't grant Anakin the rank of Jedi Master or because in the final episodes of The Clone Wars, he dismissed Ahsoka by calling her "citizen".

Mace Windu was not an unfeeling robot. He was a human being who felt love and anger and fear, just like any other sentient being. But, as a Jedi Master, he learned not to be ruled by said emotions. It's especially frustrating because if these people would actually watch the movies or the show, or read the comics, or generally just engage with the media they're complaining about, it does disprove the notion that Mace was a stone-hearted ass. In fact, it was Mace who, along with the rest of the council, agreed to train Anakin, with Yoda being the lone holdout in the end. It was Mace who encouraged Obi-Wan to have faith in his padawan in AotC. It was Mace who told Anakin to sit the fight with Palpatine out because he recognized how emotionally conflicted Skywalker was about potentially fighting a mentor-figure.

I'm actually rereading Shatterpoint, which is, in my opinion, one of the best Star Wars novels ever written. It's entirely focused on Mace Windu and his complicated relationship with the Dark Side and his love for his padawan, Depa Billaba. I'd highly recommend reading it.

Another thing about Mace that I delight in pointing out is that he was basically the head honcho for the Jedi Order. Everyone always points to Master Yoda because he was given the rank of Grandmaster, which is really just a title bequeathed to the "oldest and wisest" of the Jedi. The true authority of the Order was the High Council, which was led by the Master of the Order. That was Mace... until the Clone Wars broke out and he relinquished the title to Yoda. But until then, he was the guy in charge, and I love that for him.

8. common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

Let's keep on the Star Wars topic today.

The Jedi did not kidnap babies! They are not emotionless droids. They were not hypocrites for joining in the Clone Wars. And they did not enslave the Clones.

I could go on and on here, but I shouldn't need to.

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

Racism.

I was going to put down a specific ship that always seems to draw in people whenever you criticize it. Or even just me posting about how I like a certain character attracts said character's most ardent haters who then proceed to try and shout you down. But at the end of the day, the racism within fandom is always its biggest problem (followed closely by its misogyny and homo/transphobia), and any time anyone attempts to tackle the subject, it just makes the most for the most vile discourse.

Because people will go out of their way to tell you how they're not racist, they just only seem to hate the black and brown characters because "they're not that interesting" or "they're badly written". And that second one never seems to be a problem for them, because they can take the most boring white character ever and make a biblical epic to flesh them out, but the same is never even attempted for characters of color. Instead, they rely on racist stereotypes and tropes.

I remember back in 2020, when I received an ask about John Boyega's comments about how his character (Finn) was treated in the Star Wars sequels. I pointed out the similarities between how he was treated by the Reylo-shippers and how Tyler Posey was treated by the Sterek-shippers, and even though I tagged it correctly, people lost their freaking minds. How dare I call either ship racist, even though both ships were rooted in racism and violence.

Especially on here, where anonymity still reigns, and everyone talks about how liberal and progressive the people on here are, people were very upset that I would point that out. People did not like that, even though I didn't tag anyone or mention anyone specific.

[shaswammy]

Coming from someone who has faced parental abuse, it’s inspiring to see people in similar situations become amazing people.

When going through the divorce of my parents in 2009 and in France, seeing my mother move to America and taking my older and one of my younger sisters with her and leaving my eldest brother and i with our father and baby sisters, it really does something to a kid.

For a few years, it was lonely. In 2013, if I recall correctly, we moved to Cyprus, for my father’s new girlfriend he met over Skype. We lived in a prodominantly Greek area.

Around 2014 or 2015, we moved to America’s west coast. As far as possible from the East, as that’s where my mother was.

Around this time, the change in my life was just traumatic, so I turned to a healthy outlet that was youtube.

I found a series of youtubers, and stuck with them as if I were glue, for years. From them I discovered more and more youtubers, until the fateful day in July of 2015.

We were in the process of moving states, this time from the central state of Kansas to New Jersey. Sitting on the bare floor of my new room, I opened my HP laptop.

Watching LDShadowLady’s draw my life changed me.

That was when I realized I wasn’t alone. It was the exact second that I remember- Lizzie talked about her parents fighting loudly as I heard them arguing over the phone, my father complaining about how much the call would cost as it went over a few state borders.

It altered my entire world view. I wanted to be just like Lizzie.

I begged my father for an Xbox, I used the webcam on my computer to record let’s plays, my squeaking voice contrasting the heavy French accent, I recreated Lizzie’s builds and talked with the British slang I’d picked up over the years of watching her.

Then, in 2018 my father told me we were moving to the state my mother resided in. I was estatic- to see my sisters again, to see my mother, to introduce them to this world of youtube I had discovered.

Over the years, obviously nothing stays the same forever. My mother passed on, my sister and I grew ever slightly apart, I am the aunt of two nephews and upcoming a neice, and I act fatherly to my younger siblings, still.

I still watch Lizzie, and her videos never fail to amaze me. With the help of her I overcame so much more than I ever imagined I could have. I am eternally in debt to all of CrazyCraft, and especially to Lizzie. I would not be who I am today if not for crying one day when I was 8, feeble and young, and clicking on a video with pretty colors and a weird blocky game I had never seen before.

Thank you, Lizzie. You made me.

[chidoroki]

Black Clover ch332

Alrighty, so… I debated whether or not I wanted to start rambling on about Black Clover once the manga returned after its three month hiatus (which, unfortunately for me, began right as I decided to start and catch up with the anime and manga back in April) and after a couple weeks I finally decided, eh, why not? So despite it all being relatively fresh in my mind, I know for certain I don’t remember everything by heart due to the quick pace I consumed it all (even after rewatching/rereading most of it again during these past few months), so none of these posts are gonna be as detailed in regards to theories and character analysis compared to those I’ve done in the past during TPN’s final arc, but who cares. I’ve come to love BC very much so I’m gonna chat about it anyway.

First things first, the boys look so good! Yuno looks so nice in white, which is weird to me because I honestly wasn’t a fan of most of his previous magic knight attire. For the longest time my favorite outfit of his was when he first joined the Golden Dawn. It just felt more “Yuno,” I dunno. Probably just me not being a big fan of the whole squad outfits matching each other. The robes are one thing, but ya don’t gotta look identical down to the entire outfit, save for a couple color preferences with capes. But yeah all that aside, this one is my new favorite! I love the robe matching his eyes and the cuffs/collar of his shirt to his necklace. The whole outfit has a nice, not-too-busy color palette and I like that. Asta as well. I prefer this one much more than what he had after the previous time skip. I can only assume he’s got that new brown sleeve..? I don’t even know what to call it really.. just to cover up his permanently corrupted right arm. Dunno why he had to cover it up though, unless to just not draw so much attention to himself, as we learn pages later that not everyone trusts his devil powers still, despite his new proven innocence from the trial. The devil-binding mark is out in the open on his left wrist however, but I digress. Oh, and I’m just realizing now that Yuno has two little bags for both his clover & spade grimoire. Ah, the obvious things I notice once I finally decide to slow down.

But we can’t slow down. Nope. Because what do you mean a year and three months have passed since Spade?? What else happened after the war? So much could’ve happened since then.. would it be wrong for me to hope the anime (whenever it returns and reaches this point) gives us a little filler about all that? I dunno the general consensus regarding filler in BC, but I think the anime handled those episodes/arcs quite well. I was entertained at least, but I really just wanna know more! Aaahh, but our boy finally reaching such a high rank, I’m so proud of him! Truly deserves it after all his hard work. Also sorta kinda not surprised to see that Kaiser isn’t here? Granted he didn’t fight in Spade alongside the other captains, but whatever, not really important. I’m more surprised to see Yami without a cigarette in his mouth. How rare. Can’t say I dig the longer robe on him though.. or all the tiny clovers on Feugoleon’s shirt. And Nozel sweetie, I love you, but you do not need to add such large wings like that with your uniform too. Y’all don’t have to be so extra!

It’s so wholesome that Asta’s family were all invited to the ceremony too. They must be so proud and happy for him. Same with the few Black Bulls (& Mimosa) who were able to attend. I especially like how its those members who trained alongside him in the Heart Kingdom. Well, minus Luck and Charmy.. and Leo now that I remember correctly.. but we got Vanessa here instead! (i’ll never complain about seeing my favorite more)

We also learn Yuno was granted the grand magic knight title but Asta takes being one step behind him rather well. I’m sure he’ll catch up eventually. I do like seeing everyone mingling with each other; Yami going to chat with William, then Finral, Vanessa and her faithful glass of wine, and all the Hage residents at Asta’s table. A shame Charmy isn’t here to go crazy over the buffet, but I’m guessing she’s with the other Bulls who are currently out investigating some devil shenanigans. Probably. Overall it’s a very nice change from the first award ceremony Asta was invited to at least, back when he was looked down upon and attacked for having no magic and even Feugoleon and Nozel were arguing with each other. Yet here we are now all chatting together with Asta as the center of attention, for good reasons this time.

Speaking of captains, I’m quite intrigued about the possibilities we hear for who might be the next wizard king. Fuegoleon and Nozel I have no issue with, but Meroleona? I mean she’s strong, sure, an absolute powerhouse in fact, but I don’t think she would fancy being in charge like that anyway. Way too orderly for her wild tastes. I do wonder why William wasn’t mentioned however? He was always the top pick earlier in the series to be the next WK, but if I had to guess then perhaps he doesn’t feel like he deserves it due to his/Patry’s involvement during the Elf Reincarnation arc? Or he could just not want the new position. Who knows? Not me. If I had to choose though, I’d place my best on Fuegoleon over Nozel (which shocks even me because I adore the latter SO much more, I’m sorry!). I just feel as if he would fit that sort of position better for some reason. Not that it matters since..they all declined at the moment, but still fun to think about.

I can’t believe it’s been over a year and there was no progress regarding Charlotte’s feelings (though I guess that’s good for us considering we saw nothing during this last time skip and we certainly don’t wanna miss something like that!). Bless our boy Finral for reminding Yami since he clearly didn’t remember, or know anything about it actually. And I know I’m picking on almost everyone’s outfits/styles right now, but I still prefer Finral’s previous hairstyle (not the original but like, from royal knight exam to pre-heart kingdom time skip ya know?) I still like how it is now of course, love the green about it too. Perhaps I’m not used to this one just yet. He’s adorable either way! I love him!

Charlotte isn’t the only one dealing with romantic issues however. Seems our girls are as flustered as ever. How did they all handle these feelings for over a year? I’d probably go insane. Maybe they have.

I absolutely LOVE Secre interfering with their internal crisis and causing them to panic even more. She’s enjoying it all as much as I am. I wish she could give us a little smirk though, but her straight face is just so her. It works just as well.

And then to the real confession. Oh boy. Again, love the girl’s reactions. Also like..just look at how tall he’s gotten?? Sure he’s still short compared to people like Yuno and many others, but here our boy just looks so grown up I guess.

Not only looks that way, but he acts it too! He’s matured! He actually accepts Lily’s rejection and moves on from it just like he said he would. Then he recites his typical vow to become wizard king and Lily believes him, truly, for once too. Character growth for all!

And then all the happy feelings go away because the final boss has now appeared. Lowkey happy to see this man because of the similar appearance to Julius before he “died” from Patry, but also not because um, danger.

(this..went on longer than expected. i shall cut this here and post this separately from the other two chapters we currently have.)

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑀𝑦 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑃𝑡. 4 (𝐵𝑎𝑑𝑏𝑜𝑦! 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎)

Part One/ Part Two/ Part Three

Pairing: Badboy! Park Seonghwa (Ateez)/ Reader (Female)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, College AU.

Synopsis: Final part of the bad boy! Seonghwa series. Y/N finally tells Seonghwa her answer to his confession.

✿❯────「✿」───❮✿❯──「✿」────❮✿

"Seonghwa!"

Seonghwa pulled away and stomped his foot on the pavement, gritting his teeth.

"Fucking hell, can't even get a break." He complained, sighing in frustration.

Seonghwa helped Y/N get down from the railing. She fanned her face as she suddenly felt hot from the compromising position she and Seonghwa were in a few seconds ago. She watched as a shorter male with ash blonde hair ran over to them, somewhat out of breath.

"Hongjoong you better have a good excuse for interrupting me." Seonghwa glared daggers at the younger male, his arms crossing over his chest as his foot tapped impatiently on the pavement.

"Well would you count Mingi getting his head stuck in a lamp shade as good enough?" Said Hongjoong mimicked Seonghwa, crossing his arms over his chest while tilting his head to the side.

"What the?! How even?! Ugh! Where is he?" Seonghwa could already feel his head pulsating with a coming migraine.

"In Yunho's room, who's probably trying to calm him down at the moment." He gestured behind him at the house.

Seonghwa inhaled and pinched the bridge of his nose. He let out an exasperated breath.

"Fine. Let's see what I can do."

Without even thinking, his hand linked with Y/N's and he began pulling her back inside the house. Hongjoong was taken aback when he saw them holding hands. He looked back and forth between them.

"I thought he said they weren't a thing?" He thought to himself but ultimately decided to let it go, chuckling secretly to himself.

They went back inside the house through the back door so they wouldn't have to pass all the wild people dancing in the living room and hallway. In the kitchen, they were greeted by a very drunk and overly emotional Yeosang, who was currently crying on Jongho's shoulder, the latter helping him stay standing as he petted his hair.

"Yeosang?" Hongjoong looked at him.

"Ok, what happened to you now?" It seemed Seonghwa would have to fix yet another problem.

He began mumbling something incoherently due to his sniffling and talking while his face was pressed on Jongho's shoulder.

"I got him don't worry. Go help out the idiot upstairs." Jongho assured them as he tried to keep Yeosang from collapsing on the floor.

Seonghwa looked back at Y/N

"You don't mind waiting here a few minutes do you?"

She smiled and reassured him she'd be fine. He let go of her hand and that's when it dawned on them both that they had been holding hands the entire time. Seonghwa stuffed his hands into his jean's pockets and walked away with his head hung low. Hongjoong who was next to him leaned in to say something to him, which resulted in him getting elbowed by the taller male as they went upstairs to fix whatever commotion was happening.

"You know, for 2 individuals who keep denying they're in a relationship, you sure act like you're in one." Jongho told her, snapping her gaze away from the staircase.

"Huh?" She looked at him, not paying attention to what he said.

Jongho snickered. "Exactly that. Lovesick puppies that can't seem to function without each other."

Yeosang whined loudly when he heard him mention the word 'love.'

"What's wrong with him anyway?" Y/N was worried for him. She leaned in and wiped some of Yeosang's tears away.

"Long story short: flip a coin, San goes home with Wooyoung for the night." Jongho explained as he rolled his eyes at the stupidity of it.

"Oh no, I'm sorry Yeosang." She brushed some of his bangs away from his face.

"Don't be, this always happens. If it had landed tails, then it'd be San crying here."

Yeosang grunted at the sound of his name and harshly dug his nails into Jongho's arm.

"Whoah ok Hyung, calm down. I get you're upset now but I'm already doing you a favor by keeping your drunk emotional ass company. No need for the agression."

Yeosang lifted his head up and groaned.

"Do me another favor and take me to nearest bathroom."

Seeing Yeosang's pale face, Jongho cringed as he lifted him up as if he weighed nothing.

"Seriously, shouldn't I be the reckless drunk getting taken care of you older guys? Why is it the other way around?"

Jongho excused himself and carried Yeosang to the bathroom as swiftly as he could before the poor boy threw up on himself or worse.

Y/N leaned back on the kitchen island. Her foot began drawing circles on the floor as she waited for Seonghwa to come back. She took the time to think about what Jongho said:

Do we act like a couple?

"No! Absolutely not! Besides, I don't even like him that way...." She thought to herself then immediately began questioning the veracity of that statement.

"Do I?"

She couldn't deny that Seonghwa was extremely attractive, especially with his leather jacket and tight jeans that hugged his thighs in the most dangerous and tempting manner. But besides his obvious beauty, he was also a very kind and genuine person. From the beginning, he stated his intentions and he was very open about what he did and didn't do. He was an open book and didn't try to conceal anything. He was also a complete gentleman towards her and was literally waiting for her to say yes.....

So what's keeping me from accepting him?

She was startled when she felt someone slide next to her, making her forget about what she was thinking.

"Hello there." An extremely attractive male with long pink hair smiled at her.

"Hi." She replied awkwardly, scooting a bit away from him.

"I'm Hyunjin. May I know your name?" He asked, his head tilting down to check her out.

"Y/N." She responded.

"Pretty name on such a pretty face." He grinned, coming closer to her.

Y/N retreated away when she felt him come closer, closer than she felt comfortable with.

"Don't be scared beautiful. I only want to talk." Hyunjin chuckled.

Y/N hardly believed that.

"Oh really? Just talk?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

Hyunjin hummed softly.

"Well unless you're up for something else. Then I'd be happy to oblige."

His hand moved to tuck her hair behind her ear.

"So what do you say? Wanna ditch this place and come home with me?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at her.

"No-no thank you." She brushed his hand away which resulted in him gripping her wrist and pulling her against him.

"I promise you won't regret it." He smirked at her.

In a flash, Y/N watched as Hyunjin was yanked off her by none other than Seonghwa.

"She told you no Hwang Hyunjin. Can't you take a hint?"

Hyunjin scoffed as he straightened his jean jacket.

"Stay out of this Park Seonghwa. This doesn't concern you."

Their voices were raised to the point that a lot of people there were now looking over or whispering, wondering what all the commotion was about. Seonghwa chuckled sarcastically.

"Oh but you see, it does concern me cause..."

Taking 2 steps, he swiftly took Y/N's arm, pulling her close to him and wrapping an arm protectively around her.

"She's my girl." He declared.

Audible gasps were heard when he said that, a few females letting out either romantic "awwws" while others were fuming at this new information.

"Fucking knew it!" Yeosang declared, pointing a finger upwards as Jongho tried to stabilize him once again and shushing him.

Hyunjin looked surprised but then he laughed mockingly at him.

"Your girl? Do you actually mean a girl, or is she just another slut of yours that you're going to fuck and call it a night?"

Seonghwa grabbed Hyunjin by the collar and slammed him against the wall harshly, rage coursing through his veins.

"Say that again about her! I dare you to!" Seonghwa warned.

Hongjoong immediately stepped in and grabbed Seonghwa's shoulder.

"Seonghwa....this isn't the place-"

But he couldn't get his statement out because Hyunjin shoved Seonghwa off him, getting ready to fight.

"I'm not scared of you Seonghwa. So try me." Hyunjin threatened.

Y/N looked over and saw many people taking out their cameras, ready to film what was going to happen. Then she took in Hongjoong's and Jongho's worried looks. Realizing she did not want to see him get hurt, she stepped in between them, making Seonghwa look at her in confusion.

"Y/N move. I don't want you to-"

He stopped talking when she wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tightly so he wouldn't move.

"Please don't do this. Please just don't..." She begged him.

Seonghwa opened his mouth to speak but ultimately didn't. His hands that were balled up into fists loosened themselves and moved to caress her lower back. He took a deep breath and began to calm down.

"Ok."

That was all he said as he unwrapped her arms from him, smiling down at her to make her stop worrying. He looked to Hyunjin one last time before threatening him:

"Don't ever let me hear you disrespecting her again or I'll bust your face open."

Seonghwa linked his hand with Y/N's and began pulling her away from there. Exiting the house, he guided her over to where he parked his car. Y/N fake pouted.

"No motorcycle tonight?" She asked in a whiny tone.

Seonghwa snorted. "If I remember correctly, you called it a 'death trap'".

"It is! But you know......makes you look even more attractive." She teased him.

Seonghwa pushed her up against the side of the car, his hands trapping her in between his body making her get flustered and look at him with widened eyes.

"Don't tease me or I won't be able to hold myself back. " He cautioned her.

He then moved her slightly away so he could open the door for her. He waited for her to get in before pacing over to the driver's side. Turning on the car, he swiftly pulled out of the driveway and started heading back to her house. They sat there quietly, unable to say anything. Seonghwa noticed how Y/N kept glancing over at him every once in a while.

"What's on your mind doll face?" He finally spoke up.

"Oh um....well that thing you said back there....at the party...." She mumbled out.

"I said a lot of things Y/N, you're going to have to be more specific." He looked at her momentarily before paying attention to the road again.

"The part where you said I was....your girl?" She said the last part very quietly.

When Seonghwa didn't respond for a while, she slumped her shoulders back, internally cursing herself for even bringing it up. She decided to just look out the window for the remainder of the ride. She didn't get it. Why was Seonghwa not answering her question? Did he not mean it? Was he going back on his word? Her mind began to swirl with all kinds of questions that she didn't notice that Seonghwa had already pulled in front of her apartment complex until he was clearing his throat.

"Hmm? Oh! Sorry. Thanks for the ride. I'll see you around."

She grabbed her purse and wanted to speed out of the car as fast as she could, but Seonghwa clutched her hand before she could move.

"Y/N wait!" He blurted out.

Taking off his seat belt, he turned to look at her.

"I didn't respond before because I wanted to talk about it calmly and with no distractions."

Y/N calmed down when he explained why he didn't immediately respond to her minutes before. Seonghwa looked down and took a deep breath before confessing:

"Y/N you know how I feel about you. From the beginning, I told you I liked you. I was attracted to you at first, but spending these two days with you, getting to know you even more..... I'm falling for you harder than I ever imagined I would..."

Gathering his courage, he looked up at her surprised face.

"I won't get my hopes up.... but it would honestly make me happy if you accepted to be my girl....make it official between us..... and actually start dating..."

He cringed at himself and the way he asked her. He for sure thought she would reject him.

"Seonghwa?"

Y/N's voice made him snap his head up.

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind getting out of the car?" She asked.

Her request puzzled him, but he did so nonetheless. He ran over to her side before she could even open the door, as he did it for her.

"Ok, why did you-"

He was cut off when Y/N grabbed the sides of his leather jacket and pulled his face down to hers, making him get his words caught in his throat. Y/N smirked at him.

"I thought you said you wouldn't hold yourself back if I teased you again?" She chuckled at his shocked expression.

Getting the hint, Seonghwa pulled her hands off him and held them in place.

"I'm not."

He closed the gap between them and cupped her cheeks as he kissed her tenderly, all of the feelings he had kept inside finally coming out in his kiss. Y/N pulled her hands out of his grasp and they went to the back of his head, running themselves through his hair as she kissed him back just as intensely.

Seonghwa pulled back briefly to ask.

"So....is that a yes or...?"

Y/N giggled and nodded yes before pulling him back in, this time kissing him even more passionately. Her hands moved to his arms that were clad with his leather jacket, yet she could still feel the muscles underneath the material. The thought of them exposed made her unconsciously bite down on Seonghwa's lower lip.

Moaning softly, Seonghwa pulled her off him once again.

"Ok ok, easy there kitten. If there's going to be tongue and second base involved, let me take you out on a date first." He joked, poking her nose.

"I thought you already did." She reminded him.

Seonghwa smiled. "Well then...how about a second date?"

Y/N hummed and thought about it. "Deal."

Seonghwa beamed with joy.

"Great then. I can't wait."

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Y/N could feel the stares from some of her classmates, but she didn't care. Let them think and talk about whatever they wanted. She couldn't care to pay attention to them, let alone pay attention to what any of her professors were saying. All day long, she kept thinking about Seonghwa and about their date later tonight. It was the only thing keeping her from going insane during these boring Monday sessions.

As soon as the bell rang, she stuffed her books in her bag and strutted out the door. Her plan was to get home as soon as possible so she could shower and change as quickly as possible for their date. But those plans were crushed when she was met by a familiar head of black hair sitting by the benches outside. Catching sight of her, he got himself up and walked over to her, looking her up and down.

"Hello doll." Seonghwa winked at her.

"I thought you said you didn't have any classes today?" Y/N remarked.

"I didn't." Seonghwa affirmed.

"Then why are you here?" She questioned him.

Leaning in, he responded.

"Got impatient and couldn't wait to see my little kitten."

Not caring that others would see, he cupped her chin and softly kissed her. When he pulled back, he muttered a soft 'cute' at her pink cheeks. Taking off his leather jacket, he wrapped it around her.

"It's kinda chilly. Put it on."

Seonghwa held her books as she put on his clothing, chuckling when he saw it was definitely big on her. Linking their hands, he took her out into the parking lot.

"Oh my God! You seriously brought that?!" Y/N complained when she caught sight of his motorcycle.

"Get used to her babygirl, you're going to see a lot of her too." Seonghwa handed her a helmet.

Y/N huffed as she put on her helmet. "I swear to god, you like this thing more than me."

"Nope trust me, I like you a lot more. A lot." He insisted as followed suit and put on his helmet.

Seonghwa waited until Y/N firmly adjusted herself behind him, his heart jumping when she wrapped her arms around him once again.

"Tell me when it's over." Y/N shut her eyes, gripping him even tighter.

"Calm down doll, I won't let anything happen to you. After all.....

You're my girl."

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE, MORE BLOOD Vol.13 Kino [Track 4]

Original title: ラビリンス

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, More Blood Vol. 13 Kino [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here (38:03 ~ 48:00)

Seiyuu: Tomoaki Maeno

Translator’s note: The plot thickens!! I’m definitely enjoying the different approach taken in this CD. When there’s 13 CDs all with the same basic plot, it’s nice to see they put in some effort to make every one of them unique. Overall, I think the MMB series was handled quite well, but this is soon turning out to be one of my favorites even though I have very little attachment to Kino as a character!

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 4: Labyrinth

“Ah-aah~ We’re finally done! After repeating the announcement so many times, I guess it only makes sense I remembered the text by heart. But it wasn’t half bad! I’m sure you had fun as well, no? After all, I took such ‘great’ (1) care of you~”

You protest.

“Huh? What a cold reaction...Are you upset, perhaps? Because I used the Hourglass to my heart’s content and sucked your blood time after time?”

You shake your head.

“Hmm~? So you’re upset about something else? Let me just tell you, but you’re the one who failed to suppress their voice, so you only have yourself to blame for how the announcement ultimately turned out. I’m not to blame.”

You complain about Kino not rewinding at the very end.

“Hahaha! What are you saying? Why would I rewind the last time? Your performance was broadcasted across the entire school after all. Hehe~ I’m curious what kind of rumors will be spreading tomorrow. ...Still, it’s odd. I figured a raging teacher would come bursting it at some point. Maybe people don’t actually pay attention to the school intercom at all.

ーー Or rather, there doesn’t seem to be anyone around in general. I wonder if everyone went home already? ...In that case, what was even the point of our announcement? Guess we should grab our stuff and hurry back home too.”

Kino turns his head towards you.

“So? We’re still not at our classroom?”

You seem confused.

“What do you mean, ‘if I recall correctly’...? Don’t tell me you spaced out and got ourselves lost again? I visited the broadcasting room for the first time today, so I don’t remember the way back to our classroom.”

He looks around.

“I’d be able to tell once we reach familiar territory but...Say? Isn’t there something off about this atmosphere? Classes may have already ended, but it still seems too deserted. I feel as if there’s way too many doors as well...? 

Kino comes to a halt.

“Rather than just a hunch, there’s actually too many, right? ...Say, which part of the campus are we currently at?”

You explain.

“Eh? Nearby our classroom? No way, right? I should be able to recognize it by now. There were never this many doors around!”

You insist that you know where you’re going.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s try opening one up then. At this point, any classroom will do. I’m not in the mood to get lost with you.”

*Rattle*

“...Eh!?”

You ask him what is wrong.

“I-It’s...a hallway.”

You seem skeptical.

“You should take a look as well!”

You peek inside the room.

“See? I wasn’t lying, right? Don’t tell me...There’s hallways which lead to another hallway in the human world as well?”

You shake your head.

“Well...I guess so. It doesn’t make sense, huh? Then how do you explain this?”

You shrug.

“Guess there’s no way you’d know. Anyway, we have to get back to our classroom. Somehow I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

*Rattle*

“This is...No, let’s not. These kind of places usually have traps.”

He continues walking.

“I mean, there’s no way this door leads to another hallway as well, riーー”

*Rattle*

“...!! No way...”

You rush to his side.

*Rattle*

“This one too...”

You continue following Kino around.

“As you can see, all of them connect to other hallways...Say, something really messed up is going on over here, no?”

You start to panic.

“Even if you ask me what to do...All we’ve got to work with is this row of doors, nor do we know what is going on outside. Guess we’ve got no other choice. Let’s try and walk down this hallway. We might be able to find a way out somehow. Worst-case-scenario, I could always use my magic to blast through the wall.”

You agree as the two of you continue walking.

“This hallway has a bunch of doors as well...Not exactly something I want to see right now. Let’s try opening them one by one starting from the corner. Can you handle the opposite end?”

You nod.

“Mmh. Let’s get started then.”

*Rattle*

“...Another hallway!? How about yours!?”

*Rattle*

“...No luck, huh? Try opening them all! There might be one leading to something else! I’m sure!”

*Rattle*

“Ugh...This one too...Fuck!”

Kino continues opening all the doors but to no avail.

“...!? What is going on!? All doors lead to hallways!?”

You finish opening all doors on the opposite end.

“...Ah. No luck on your end either? This sucks...There’s still some doors left, but we don’t even know how long this hallway is exactly...This reminds me of a game bug. I was having so much fun using the Hourglass as well...So why did this have to happen!? ...!! Hourglass...Time...”

You tilt your head to the side.

“No...But perhaps...This might be a result of turning back time.”

You seem shocked.

“Think about it. You remember, don’t you? You got the classroom we had to move to wrong earlier today, no? So we ended up spending time on the rooftop instead. You were having trouble locating the cafeteria as well and inside the broadcasting room, the start button swapped places. That switch...I remember very well because it was right by my hand. I’m fairly certain it didn’t move until after I had used the Hourglass.”

*Cling*

“If time and space warped every time I used this to rewind time...Then this bug-like situation isn’t entirely unthinkable. We repeated the process several times, so it wouldn’t be strange for the distortion caused by that to draw forth this kind of situation...”

*Cling*

“Whoever made this item must have had one hell of a rotten personality. I’d ‘love’ to meet them.”

You grow scared.

“Ah, no need to tear up. In that case...While I do feel kind of bad for the school, I’ll just blow away this whole hallway. Stay back for a bit, okay?”

You step away.

“Here I go...”

Kino charges his magic before charging it at the wall.

“...Hahー!!”

*BOOM*

“...!! Why...!? It won’t even budge...This is bad. The magic is blocking it. It’s almost as if even my magic is being warped and rendered null...I guess that means the Hourglass’ energy is flowing through this entire airspace...Fuck! If we don’t play our cards right, we might not be able to make it out and remain stuck in here forever...”

You grow desperate.

“...! No need to cry. ...There’s no way there isn’t a single exit at least. There’s a solution to any problem. ...Don’t you think so as well?”

You nod.

“See? So you do understand after all. ...Well then, why don’t we start from scratch and try opening the doors again? We have to quickly solve this predicament...For your sake as well. There’s nothing fun about seeing you tremble in fear over something or someone other than me after all.”

*Smooch*

“...Bet you wondered why I would do that given the circumstances, huh? However, I felt like doing it exactly because of this current situation.”

You frown.

“Ah! That wasn’t meant as a death flag or anything so rest assured! Well then...Shall we get going? Let’s hold hands...So we don’t get separated.”

Kino grabs hold of your hand before the two of you walk off.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) The term かわいがる or ‘kawaigaru’ can be used in an ironic fashion. In that case, it does not mean ‘to spoil/to dote on’, but ‘to tease’. 

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Mairimashita! Iruma-kun s2 ep19

Nice! It’s a Clara-centric episode with some bonus Azz trying to impress Iruma! I mean I don’t have anything against Ameri and I’m happy she got lots of moments with our protagonist but I just want Azz and Clara to get their chance, too you know?

This episode is fun and cute! Plus there are songs in it, too since it’s about Clara’s family.

Clara’s house! Iruma and Azz are staying over for a while after what happened in the last episode. The Valac residence is located at Gaya-Gaya Forest where lots of strange creatures and plants live! According to Clara, her family knows the place really well.

And I just realized that this is the first time the boys got to visit Clara. It’s just they’ve shown us Clara’s family and this house a lot that it slipped my mind that to Iruma and Azz, this is the first time they’d be seeing it.

The typical welcome in the Valac home! They did chants, too weirding out the boys especially Azz. Urara isn’t home again this time so he’s represented by a drawing. I wonder which school he’s in since it seems theirs isn’t on vacation like Babyls.

Clara’s mom tells the boys to relax and feel at home. She says she’s happy because Clara brought friends home for the first time (and sorta mentions this is a first overall for their family or something). In a way that’s kinda sad that it either meant not many people wanted or thought to visit or Clara just didn’t have anyone to invite before Iruma and Azz.

On the other hand, this is almost the same reaction my own family has whenever I brought home some classmates to do school projects. I don’t have irl friends lol so they’re like “Big sis has friends?!” because my classmates would introduce themselves as friends instead of just classmates.

Iruma and Azz give Clara’s mom some souvenirs from the Walter Park trip as a present (I dunno about everywhere else but this is a Japanese thing if I remember correctly and people here in the Philippines do it to whenever they visit sometimes). Iruma gives a small box of sweets and Azz gives them a huge replica of Walter Park's castle made out of chocolate. The kids immediately crowd at Azz for the chocolate until told to calm down.

I could understand them though. My siblings and I too would do the same cause that seriously looks cool and also it’s chocolate. We could devour that in a few days.

After being let in the house, Clara’s brothers immediately asked the boys which one is their sister’s boyfriend which freaked them out. The brothers think that Azz would be a good catch (cause he is with being good-looking, rich, smart and popular. They don’t even have to know all these things cause Azz just looks it) but remembers that their sister is already interested in a guy named-

Clara promptly cuts them off and drags them away.

We get some glimpses of what’s inside the Valac house and see a lot of strange-looking objects. Clara’s mom explains that those are brought home by her adventurer husband and that they came from those trips.

I wonder what kind of adventures and if any of the items are magical or cursed. I mean this is the Demon World so it’s possible.

The mom finally brings out a photo album! She happily shows the boys Clara’s baby pictures. Azz notes how baby Clara looks like her own baby siblings. The resemblance isn't just with looks but with personality as well! Clara is embarrassed of course but Iruma says the photos are cute which made Clara happy.

That said, she’s still embarrassed letting Iruma see the photos and takes the album away. Her mom immediately brings out another one! In an attempt to stop her mom from embarrassing her any further, she reminds them that it’s shopping day.

Iruma, upon hearing it’s time to buy food, says that he’s hungry so perfect timing. Clara and Azz, upon hearing that Iruma is hungry decides they’d make the food for him. It seems we might get shokugeki part 2!

The idea of shopping at the forest baffled Iruma and Azz as they didn’t think there’s any supermarket here. Clara and her family explain that the so-called “supermarket” is actually what the entire forest basically is. They could get fresh produce from here and there’s so many kinds! The entire family, along with Iruma and Azz go “shopping” and are all armed with baskets to fill.

A song number! As expected from the Valac family lol. I knew there’d be one. The song explains the stuff they could get in the forest and how the place is akin to an actual supermarket. There are many types of food and some which looks like regular food could be found in the unlikeliest of places. I mean, they get their meat from trees. But it’s also dangerous in here so they have to be careful.

When shopping is done, Azz and Clara compare the stuff they got which they’d use for their food battle. Apparently, the stuff Azz got which looks good are actually terrible tasting compared to the weird ones Clara had gotten.

Clara’s mom tells them that there is a creature in the forest that is called Shabu-Shabu which is known as the “Ultimate Ingredient”. It could be found in the Cave of Rewards which is shown in the map up there. Iruma thinks it must be delicious and so Clara and Azz decided they’re gonna get it for him.

The main trio plus Clara’s brothers all go to the cave (Clara’s mom went home cause the babies are asleep) to find this creature. The brothers tell Iruma and Azz that they should stay back as they think they shouldn’t trouble the guests. Clara immediately tells them that Iruma is actually pretty strong as he’s the Hero of Walter Park after all (Azz agrees). Iruma downplays this and says everyone did their best so he’s not the only strong one. 

The brothers are amazed and asked Azz what he did at the Walter Park incident. Azz remembers what had happened with his fight alongside Sabnock and how they had to retreat and with this, he wasn’t able to give them an answer.

The Shabu-Shabu appears! It looks like a chimera composed of shark, pig and lots of vegetables - the complete meal! That's why it's called Ultimate Ingredient lol. Almost everything you’d need in the kitchen all in one large and dangerous package. It even has seaweed mustache. XD

Their prey is also a predator and so the Shabu-Shabu captures Clara’s brothers using his mustaches in order to eat them. Azz tries hitting it with his fireball but it kept deflecting it with a Chinese wok lol. With that not working, Clara uses all the ingredients she got from their shopping trip in order to distract the creature. Once it was busy eating, Azz cuts off the mustaches and frees the brothers.

Azz thinks of what to do next. He wants to defeat this creature for Iruma and it doesn’t have any hostages anymore so he’s free to try but he knows it’s too strong. He remembers the stuff Sabnock told him at the park and decided it’s best to just retreat for now. He summons his familiar to help them escape but he thinks to himself that he’d try and get stronger after this.

As they were leaving, Clara’s mom arrives and instant KOs the Shabu-Shabu for what it did to her kids. The kids are of course, surprised by this.

I’m happy they’re still acknowledging that adults are stronger than the kids. Most other shounen anime would go with the “these kids are special and they could totally win this without much proper training” but this one decided to be a bit on the realistic side. Sure the kids aren’t strong yet but they do realize this themselves one way or another and strive to be better and stronger. If they continue trying to grow then they’d end up really strong, too. It would be fun to see that development especially for the kids of the Abnormal Class who didn’t really think much of themselves before as they’d prove to others and themselves that they are capable of amazing things.

They were able to go home safely and Clara’s mom cooks while Clara watches and Azz takes notes. Oh and they did use the Shabu-Shabu as it’s shown that it’s skull is outside the house haha. Iruma was able to eat a ton of food!

The day ends and it was time for bed. They were tired after the long day so they declines Clara’s invite for a pillow fight. Clara then offered to do a sleeping ritual to them which is something she does for her siblings which always works. They had to lay their heads on her lap though which they immediately decline for obvious reasons. Clara doesn’t pick up on this and pulls Azz down to lay on her lap and he quickly falls asleep in the middle of complaining. Iruma gets pulls down, too and Clara starts singing a lullaby. Her singing sounded really good, too! Iruma falls asleep to this and Clara bids them good night.

Aren’t they cute? It looks so sweet.

The next morning, the Valac family plus Iruma and Azz went out to gather food for their breakfast. While the trio is getting vegetables, Clara’s mom takes a photo to put on another album about her daughter. It’s so cute!

Also, Azz who was weirded out by the events of the day before seems more comfortable now and is happily participating in the stuff the Valac family does.

Overall it was a peaceful time. And then we get this cliffhanger showing us that Ameri’s dad is on his way to the Valac residence for unspecified reasons.

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That episode was really fun! Its more slice-of-life-y becoming the sort of breather episode after the previously intense battle heavy arc. It also lets us know more about Clara’s family and about Clara herself. I hope Asmodeus gets an episode like this, too.

Despite the episode being a bit more on the relaxing side, it has moments that continues Azz’s development that was happening in the previous episodes. He did take to heart the stuff Sabnock says and decides to be better. I think it’s a fun cycle that Sabnock, the self-proclaimed rival of Iruma, learned to become a better person cause of Iruma himself and taught this same lesson to Asmodeus, the self-proclaimed greatest ally of Iruma. Many shounen anime rivalries like this end up with the person learning the lesson because of their rival to be a bit bitter about it but here, they actually really appreciate it and don’t hold any grudges. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate how it’s done in other stories. All I’m saying is that seeing something different from time-to-time can be nice, too. It shakes things up a little.

I did feel a little bad when Azz couldn’t give an answer when the brothers asked him what he did during the attack on Walter Park, though. But he actually thought about it and didn’t try to lie or anything. He admitted he needed to get stronger and promises himself that he absolutely will.

I went “Aww~!” at the many heartwarming moments in this episode especially when it came to Clara’s mom. Seeing the phot album near the end made me smile so much. The scene where Clara sings to her friends is really nice and sweet, too.

The previews show that the next episode would be Ameri-centric again. This anime has so many ships revolving Iruma that it makes me wonder if this could count as a harem anime (but since that’s not exactly the overall focus of the story, it doesn’t seem like it and I only remember when the show hints that the girls like Iruma). So far Iruma has got Ameri, Clara, Kerori, and Eiko who has blatant crushes on him (with 3 out of 4 admitting it to themselves). If you’re wearing shipping goggles then there’s also Asmodeus and Kiriwo-senpai. But the one who gets the most focus when it comes to romantic development is Ameri. She gets moments and sometimes episodes that gives a spotlight to her feeling for Iruma (and there are moments where Iruma looks like he’s close to feeling the same way).

I’m wondering if this means Ameri would be the official love interest. Like, I guess it makes sense with all the development and I don’t hate it but still... it kinda makes me sad that the ships I do support for Iruma are shot down already haha. Ameri fans are so lucky! I wish Clara and Azz are given this much fighting chance, too cause so far, Iruma only thinks of them as friends.

Alright, this has gone on too long. Thanks for reading!

[dropssofjupitter]

The American

Pairings: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader [Platonic], George Weasley x Slytherin!Reader [Semi-slowburn]

Summary: Detention with Umbridge and a nasty caretaker cause you to run headfirst into a rocky new friendship, literally.  

Word Count: 2.8 k 

Warnings: Umbridge (she probably won’t be going away any time soon), light swearing, Harry being slightly prejudiced against Slytherins

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A/N: Honestly I was not expecting all of that positive feedback on the first chapter thank you so much! As usual, I apologize for any ooc sequences with the twins, I’m slowly but surely learning how to write for them. [This chapter has not been beta-read. Any mistakes are mine and mine alone]

You stood outside the door to Umbridge’s office, taking deep breath after deep breath and willing yourself to raise your hand to knock on the door. It was fine. You were fine. She would probably just have you write lines or clean something, nothing to be this worked up over. 

“Are you going to knock, or should I?” a slightly annoyed voice to your right asked. You whipped your head towards it and found yourself staring blankly at whom you had recently found out actually was Harry Potter, and not an extremely good look alike. 

“Oh, um. I was just about to,” you replied in an entirely unconvincing way. 

He raised an eyebrow and looked at you in disbelief, making you feel as though he had witnessed at least part of the last ten minutes that you had spent debating whether or not to knock.  

“Yeah. Sure you were,” he said, moving to knock on the door himself. Before he could, however, the door swung open on its own accord and Umbridge’s voice rang as sickly sweet as ever from inside the office. 

“Come in Mr. Potter, Ms. Jones.” The two of you entered the room and you had to do a double take as soon as you crossed the threshold. The entire room was painted pink. 

From the brick walls to the ceiling, all you could see was pink. For heaven’s sake even the stone floor had a large pink shag rug on it. Not only that, but the walls were covered from top to bottom with cat pictures. They moved around and played with yarn within the photographs, and when you peered closer at a particular Maine Coon to your left, the damned thing had the audacity to hiss at you. 

You quickly turned your attention back to Umbridge, watching as she carefully added three spoonfuls of sugar to her (shocker) pink tea and stirred it slowly. “You two will be doing some lines for me today,” Umbridge said carefully, adjusting a fountain pen on her desk so that it lined up perfectly with the others. 

You visibly sagged with relief, mentally berating yourself over working yourself up about the punishment as you followed Harry’s lead and sat in the second desk in front of Umbridge’s. The two of you reached into your bags to pull out your quills when Umbridge interrupted you. 

“Oh no, you’ll both be using one of my quills today,” she replied, a smile that was almost a smirk painted on her face. You and Harry traded a look as she gave you both quills, but you shrugged it off. You could tell that she was incredibly organized, maybe she just preferred her quills. She looked between the two of you as you grabbed your quills, seeming to choose her words carefully. “I want you both to write ‘I must not tell lies’.” She stated. 

You took a breath, holding your tongue before looking back at her over your shoulder. “How many times do you want us to write it?” you asked, making sure that you kept eye contact with her and didn’t back down from her gaze. 

“Let’s say, as many times as it takes for the lesson to sink in, hm?” she replied, taking a sip of her tea and turning to look out of the window behind her. 

You glanced over at Harry and shrugged before returning to your parchment and beginning to write. After the first line your hand began to itch. You ignored it. After the second line the itch turned to a mild burn. You chalked it up to an allergic reaction and casually rubbed at it before continuing. On the third line the burn worsened and you glanced down at your left hand, your eyebrows furrowed. That wasn’t an allergic reaction. You looked over at Harry again and saw him giving you the same confused look that you had on your face. 

Suddenly the burning turned into a stabbing pain and you watched in mute horror as the words ‘I must not tell lies’  were carved into your hand in a perfect imitation of your handwriting. You looked down at the quill in your right hand and realized that it must have been enchanted.

You looked over at Harry as he hissed in pain and watched as the same words were carved into his hand. He lifted his head to meet yours before turning slightly to see Umbridge standing over his shoulder. She smiled at him, her tea cup resting on its plate in her hand. “Something wrong?” she asked with false concern. She looked almost hopefully between the two of you, and you realized suddenly that she wanted one of you to speak up. She wanted you to complain to her or tell her that this was unfair. 

So, you grit your teeth and forced a polite smile onto your face as you replied in a tone that matched her sickly sweet one to a T, “No professor, not at all.” You saw Harry slightly nod at you out of the corner of your eye in approval before silently turning back to his parchment and continuing with his lines. You followed his lead and did the same, gripping the edge of your desk tightly as you forced a look of complacency onto your face for the time being. 

Two hours later Harry walked out of the office with you following close behind him. Both of your left hands burned and itched with the words that had found purchase within your skin. 

“Is..,” you swallowed and licked your lips, eyes trained consciously on your new wounds. “Is this usually how detention goes here?” You asked hesitantly, incredibly scared that Harry would say yes and you would be subjected to similar punishments while you were at Hogwarts. 

He shook his head, looking up from his own hand and finally meeting your eyes. “No. This is....,” he paused, seeming to search for the right words. It hardly mattered, you had nearly all but slumped in relief when he said no. “She’s testing us. Well, me specifically. It’s a little hard to explain.” 

You nodded your head, hoping that it looked like you knew exactly what he was talking about. Truth be told, you were incredibly clueless, however you had caught whispers and rumors of the new teacher being a way for the Ministry of Magic to interfere at Hogwarts. You wouldn’t lie and say that you knew exactly what that meant, but you could tell it was highly unusual by the student’s and faculty’s behavior. 

“Listen, it’s incredibly important that you don’t go to any teachers about this,” Harry said quietly, grabbing your arm and pulling you away from the door to Umbridge’s office and into a nearby hallway. 

You looked at him, drawing your eyebrows together. “I’m sorry? You just told me that no detentions here are like hers, so wouldn’t this count as child abuse? I mean, in some sort of way?” You asked, raising your scarred hand for emphasis. 

“Probably, yes. But what she’s doing. . it’s bigger than that. She, she wants us to speak up so that she can claim we’re speaking against the Minister.” He replied. 

You paled slightly. To speak against the Minister plainly would not go over well. You had done your research on the Ministry and the Minister himself, and you knew that he was not the most agreeable person. He was scared of anyone who held more power over him, and when people in power were scared they lashed out quite harshly. 

Harry saw the understanding dawn on your face and he nodded, knowing that his point had effectively gone through. His hand dropped from your arm and looked around the corner, keeping an eye out for the caretaker who roamed the grounds at night for students out past curfew. 

“I won’t tell anyone,” you promised, hands nervously twisting the strap to your bag that hung off of your shoulder. 

His shoulders sagged in relief and he nodded his head. “Good, good.” Footsteps echoed down a nearby corridor and the both of you froze. It was time to leave. 

You turned on your heel, preparing to make a break for your common room as quietly as possible when you felt Harry gently grab your elbow. You turned your head back, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“You’re not that bad for a Slytherin,” he said, a small smile on his face. The smile dropped as suddenly as it had appeared. “It probably won’t last long.” 

You faltered, quite frankly unsure of how to react to his statement. Before you had the chance to even debate a response, however, Harry looked around the corner, adjusted his bag, and then left. 

You stood there for a moment of two. Whether you were trying to absorb the compliment turned insult you had just received, or the torture you had recently endured, you were unsure. However, you were quite sure at the sight of the caretaker’s cat (Mrs. Norris if you remembered correctly) that it was well past time for you to make your grand exit. 

That is, until she began to meow obnoxiously loud. 

“Shit,” you swore, abandoning all hopes of being discreet as you heard the rapidly approaching footsteps accompanied with the now yelling of the caretaker. You turned on your heel and barreled down the corridors, rapidly turning this way and that in hopes of throwing the caretaker off. His name was Filch, if you remembered correctly. However it seemed like the entirely wrong thing to be thinking about at the moment.

After turning a particularly sharp corner, you cursed under your breath as you pulled out the thick parchment that the red headed twins had dropped yesterday. You frantically unfolded it, knowing that a map was somewhere on the mass of parchment. Finding that the parchment yielded nothing, you groaned in frustration and raised your wand to it. “Revelio,” you whispered, keeping your ears peeled for the rapidly approaching footsteps of Mr. Filch. 

As writing appeared on the parchment, you grinned, your smile falling as you read what the scrawl said. “Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs advise that Ms. Y/N continue running and stop waving her wand about like a fool.” 

You growled, sticking your wand back against the parchment. “I would castrate the four of you if I could,” you replied, hurriedly running down another corridor and taking the first left as you heard footsteps grow closer. You looked down at the map again, watching as new writing appeared before you.  “Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs like your style and are frankly quite scared of you at the moment. As such, we would advise that you take the next left and then your first two rights.” 

You breathed a sigh of relief before looking back down at the parchment. “If you’re leading me into a trap, I will personally make sure that every bit of you is burned to a crisp in the woods,” you threatened, taking a moment to catch your breath before taking off running once more. 

You had only taken your first of the two rights when you slammed right into a familiar duo. The three of you lay sprawled out on the floor, though you had somehow landed on top of one of the twins. 

“Is this payback for earlier?” One of them asked with a loud groan whilst rubbing his head. 

You bolted upright and looked behind you, nearly crying when you heard Filch’s voice still following you. “Shut up and follow me,” you said, grabbing both of their wrists and dragging them behind you as you made your last right into a long corridor. 

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The twins were hardly about to complain as you dragged them down the long winding corridor, they had heard the rapidly approaching meows of Mrs. Norris almost as soon as you had. However, as soon as they saw the dead end that the corridor provided, they nearly groaned in defeat. 

They knew this corridor. In fact, they had often run down it in a panic on more than one occasion in a desperate attempt to ditch Filch or whatever prefects that happened to be after them on that particular night.

They traded looks behind your back as you stopped right in front of the portrait, swearing that they heard you curse under your breath as you flipped out a stack of parchment. 

“If there isn’t a passageway behind this damned portrait, I will personally see that you go straight through a paper shredder,” you hissed at the paper, fingers deftly skimming the edges of the portrait, much to the painting’s displeasure. 

After a brief, stretched out moment, your fingers caught the latch that both brothers knew were there, and the portrait swung open to reveal a passage. They watched as a look of pure glee crossed your face, and George swore that he nearly melted as he watched you hoist yourself into the opening, the expression still on your face. 

You turned to look behind you, apparently realizing that both boys were still behind you. “Are you guys coming or not?” You asked, holding out your hand to them. 

With a smirk, Fred took your hand, easily pulling himself into the passage beside you before helping George inside as well. The portrait swung closed behind him, used to the schemes that the twins came up with, and left them in eternal darkness. 

At least, until Fred whispered the Lumos charm. You shied away from the sudden light, blinking multiple times in an attempt to adjust your eyes to the light. 

“Do you know where you’re going, or do we have to lead you out of here?” George asked, looking over at you with expectant eyes. 

Meanwhile, Fred, who had been scanning your form, gasped and dramatically placed a hand on George’s knee. “Georgie, doth thou see what thine eyes see?” he asked, blinking his eyes multiple times as he pointed with a flourish as the map you held in your hands. 

George, quickly picking up on his brother’s antics, gasped as well. “Thief!” he exclaimed, placing a hand on his heart. 

They watched as you looked down at the map in confusion, and then rolled your eyes in an annoyed manner as realization struck. 

“I didn’t steal it, you dropped it when you, quite literally, ran into me today,” you replied. “Not my fault that you can’t hold on to a damned piece of paper.” You huffed after a moment’s hesitation and shoved the map out in front of the twins. “Here, take it.” 

They blinked, pausing and looking between you and the paper. People hardly gave up the Marauders Map easily, especially if they had just found it. George hesitantly poked the parchment with his wand, looking at it skeptically. “You didn’t curse it, did you?” he asked. 

You sighed, obviously growing impatient with the conversation. “Why in God’s name would I do that?” 

Fred, obviously lacking a healthy fear of death in George’s opinion, shrugged and took the map without a second thought. “Good enough for me!” he said happily, placing the map back in his pocket and looking between the two of them expectantly. “So, we were making our grand escape?” He supplied casually, gesturing with one hands towards the rest of the passageway. 

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You spent the next half hour getting lost in the twisting and winding tunnels with the twins until one of them got frustrated enough to grab the map and open it up. They had given you a small look before they’d opened it, and then, seeming to decide that they trusted you enough, dropped the enchantment on the map. You made sure to remember the phrases that they used when doing so. 

To be quite honest, you hadn’t entirely hated spending that half hour in the tunnels with the twins. You had gotten to know both of them a bit better whilst crawling around in the dust and had learned that their names were Fred and George, and that they had four other brother’s as well as a younger sister. 

You, in turn, had shared your name and that you had an older no-maj brother. They had made fun of you lightly then, insisting that the proper term was muggle and that you needed to brush the American off because “blimey it’s getting a little tiring carrying this entire conversation!” 

When the three of you had finally exited the tunnels near the entrance to the Slytherin common room, you realized that you couldn’t remember the last time that you had laughed that much in one night. You smiled to yourself as you waved goodbye to the twins and entered your common room, making your way quietly to your room in case anyone was still up late and lingering in the hallways. 

Cautiously, you closed the door to your room behind you, making your way over to your bed as quietly as you could and slipping off your shoes before pulling your covers up and around your shoulders. When you drifted off to sleep, dreams of hidden passageways, old castles, and bloodied quills filled your mind’s eye.  

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20 MORE old asks that I should’ve gotten around to answering ages ago.. 😅

Aww! Thank you so much!! ♡ඩ⌔ඩ♡

There is no need to change your mind, I see no lies here.

ᵀʰᵃⁿᵏ ʸᵒᵘ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵐᵘᶜʰ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵘⁿᶠᵒʳᵗᵘⁿᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ʷᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᵍᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃᵍʳᵉᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵈᶦˢᵃᵍʳᵉᵉ...

Thank you, I’ll try to take it easy.. I appreciate the devotion haha, even through all this change my blog is going through atm. <:}

Aww thank you, <:} I’ll try to heal up quick. And hey! That’s not a bad idea! I’ll be sure to keep that in mind..

Oh I know, I know, but I just don’t take naps. I will just end up with a headache and feeling bummed that I wasted so much of the day away sleeping.. (︶︹︺)

More Octonauts OC drawings..? Uhm.. I’ve never made an Octonaut OC before.. I’m not sure what you’re referring to..

It wouldn’t join the crab rave, because it is already the embodiment of the crab rave.

As for my favorite, that’s probably gotta be the Gup-X. That thing is basically an underwater military tank, its so friggin cool. 

Thank you!! I’m so glad you like the angst and fluff! I always have a blast drawing it! :D

*LE GASP* Kirby right Bask At Ya!! I LOVE this show! I used to watch it all the time growing up! :DDD That’s actually what series my Kirby OCs were based off of!

This show is fantastic! Its got its weird quirks but overall I loved it! :}

I cant find any clips to make a gif out of, but I can quote him. Octonauts movie spoilers!

There’s a lot of Kwazii scenes that I really like, but the 3 right off the top of my head that I cant pick between would be these three moments.

In the movie, Grouber is talking about a mango or something and Kwazii goes, “Arrg enough about the mango! What’s it gotta do with Barnacles and Peso??” In the most dramatic and frustrated way possible XD

The second one, after they discover that Barnacles and Peso are in the caves, Kwazii says this. “Common mateys, we gotta hurry! If I know the Captain as well as I think I do.. he’s not having a great time down there..” With a worried expression. So friggin C U T E

The last one is when the Octonauts have to crawl through a tight passage way to get out of the cave. The Captain is stressing out and nervously says, “I don't think I can make it through there..” Kwazii then swims over and says quietly enough no one else can hear, “Old fear of tight spaces acting up again ey Captain? Don't worry, we’ll go first, then you can follow.” Like, Kwazii is the coolest friend ever. Comforting the Captain without making it seem like he’s babying him or judging him. Friggin love this cat man,

I read this and was thinking “Oh you know? Yeah that’s a pretty good idea. He’d be so worried and just trying to keep his cool and stuff.”

But then I thought “..well wait.. The Captain would most likely keep everybody calm and surly resolve the situation.... hmm.. what would happen if Captain Barnacles went missing instead?”

You see, everyone looks to the captain for guidance. So what happens if he vanishes? Imagine the panic they’d all experience when they realize that they’re on a time limit to find the Captain before his battery dies and he dies from heat stroke.

Kwazii is the Lieutenant, its his job to take over when the Captain is gone, but how would he hold up under that kind of stress? His best friend has been gone for more than 24 hours. The Captain always has a plan, yet Kwazii doesn’t even know where to begin! There’s so many possibilities for angst its crazy! 

Specifically of the water like, sky like, light, soft and pastel variety :}

Hmmm.... let me see.. I imagine since cooking is the Vegimals main job, to not overthrow the competition they wouldn’t participate.

Captain Barnacles would probably want to make his favorite food, Vanilla kelp pudding! Even if he looses the contest, he still wins to him because now he has an entire bowl of pudding to eat! 

Kwazii would probably whip up a Pirate pie for the contest for the same reason the Captain made pudding. Even if he looses, he’s still a winner because he’s got some pie to eat.

Peso would maybe make some cupcakes I think? But with like, very pretty and delicately placed frosting and sprinkles.

Dashi might make kelp kebabs, to everyone's surprise XD.

Tweak might make something that she’d call mud pies, when actually they’re these like cookie shaped chocolate chip fudge brownies.

Shellington would probably make something simple? Like a kind of pasta dish maybe?

Professor Inkling might bake some kelp cakes, but alter the recipe so they’re super fancy looking and packed with more flavor.

In the end I feel like Tweak would take the cake, but everyone is impressed with each others cooking skills and they all get to eat some good food in the end so no one’s complaining. 

Pff XD I remember that episode, poor Captain Barnacles. Peso has no idea what kind of black mailing power he now has over the Captain.

Hey, I don’t blame him. I was just as confused as him the first time I watched that episode XD.

*sobbing* THANK YOU SO MUCH AND YOU’RE WELCOMEHHGHGHNN

I personally don’t uh.. ship anyone and don’t have any headcannons of anyone having crushes on each other.. b-but thank you! I’m glad you love my artwork. :}

Hmm.. I’m going to assume you meant one headcannon for Dashi, and one for Shellington separately..?

1. Dashi is the only crew member that can correctly use chopsticks.

2. When Shellington gets very stressed or scared, the only thing that really calms him down is to have someone hold his hand. It has everything to do with being an otter. Everyone knows this, no one judges him for it, and anyone offers their hand to him when they can see that he is stressing out.

Dawww you’re welcome! I’m glad my art could help! ♡♡♡

[imagineyourworld]

Could I get a Star Wars pairing please? Preferably Original or Sequel trilogy if that’s okay? Thank you so much for doing this!

Name: Elsie

Age: 22

Which gender you wanna be paired with (or your sexuality, if you're comfortable): Male

Preferred pronouns: she/her

Occupation (Job, field of study etc): Writer (hopefully fiction novels one day) and editor

Hobbies: singing, acting, motocross, reading, writing, sewing

Personality (a few strengths and flaws): Stubborn (flaw and strength at times), temper simmers for a long time before exploding, quiet, introvert, anxiety, creative, kind, empathetic, I think I’m hilarious, strong sense of justice, will fight for others more easily than for myself, great at coming up with quips, I have a lot to say but only to those closest to me

Specific character I don't wanna be paired with: anyone on the Dark Side

Anything else that might be helpful: um I’m really not sure? I’m obsessed with X-wings and SW pilots in general. Just the whole premise of good vs. evil in SW really draws me in because I really relate to that fight.

Hi Elsie,

Thanks for your request! Based on what you told me about yourself I would ship you with Poe Dameron. I don't know why, but I think Poe either needs a partner who is just like him or someone who's pretty much the opposite and you seem to be the former. You'd have playful arguments all the time, but at the end of the day you both know that the other is always there for you, no matter what. I hope you're happy with your ship.

Love, Charlie

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"I can't believe you just did that!", you yelled at Poe as he jumped out of his X-Wing. The second his feet touched the floor he turned around to face you, a look of fury on his face that matched yours. "You can't believe I did that? What about the stunt you just pulled?" A sigh left your lips. It was like this after most missions, one, or both, of you had done something reckless for a minor advantage in the fight and the other would be worried sick, tension building until it released the minute you were back on base. "I only did what I had to do to win, you just wanted to play the hero", you scoffed. Within a few steps Poe was right in front of you, closer than you would have anyone else allowed to get. "If I hadn't been there to rescue you, you would have been dead." The anger on his face was slowly disappearing, fading into worry. Maybe he wasn't entirely wrong, but he wasn't entirely right either. "I would have been fine." "Oh yeah? Tell that to the hole in your plane." The fire in both of your voices was gone now, the real fight was over and replaced by a battle of wits. "Trust me, it's not my X-Wing you should be worried about. Last I checked my engine didn't give out because you were too busy to check it before the mission", you said with a smug grin, knowing exactly what Poe had been busy with before the mission. "If I remember correctly it's your fault I was busy, you're the one who dragged me away from checking my engine. Tell her BeeBee", he complained, the last words directed at the droid who had found his way to Poe. But instead of backing him up BeeBee just turned to your own droid in a way that children would when their parents were being dramatic. It was a small beep from your own astromech that finally broke the last bit of tension and made both you and Poe laugh. Once the laughter had died down he put his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. "That was some great flying out there", he mumbled into your hair. Though you had been a pilot for quite some time now, you were still not used to compliments, especially from the man everyone considered to be the best pilot. "Thanks", you said while heat rushed to your cheeks. For a few blissful moments the two of you just stayed there, wrapped up in each others arms, unaware of what was going on around you. “If you’re quite finished, I’d like a mission report”, a familiar voice behind you said.  Slowly, not without pressing a kiss to the side of your head, Poe let go of you and the two of you faced General Leia Organa.  “I take it the ‘After Mission Argument’ is finished?”, she asked, an amused smile on her face.  In unison the two of you nodded. Though you knew that Leia would never be too strict with you, you also knew that she expected you to be professional when the time came.  “Dameron, why don’t you come with me? The two of you can celebrate the mission later.”  With a quick ‘Yes, ma’am’ and an kiss to your forehead Poe followed Leia to her office. 

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By the time Poe returned to your shared room, you were already dressed in your pyjama and laying on the bed reading a book. It was rare that you had enough time off to actually read something that had nothing to do with missions of the First Order, but today you had decided to reward yourself by starting a new novel.  “That took longer than expected”, you greeted him as the door closed.  With a sequence of quick beeps BeeBee agreed with you.  “Sorry, Leia had something... else... she wanted to talk about.”  You didn’t question him any further. Usually when he didn’t tell you what they had been discussing it was classified anyway and no matter how much you pouted or argued or sweet talked, Poe wouldn’t budge. Though something told you this had not been about the Resistance.  “But guess what I managed to sneak from the mess hall on my way back”, he said. With a winning smile he produced two gigantic cookies from behind his back. A smile lit up your face. Sweets were rare on base, it was close to a miracle that Poe had gotten such a big cookie for each of you.  “Stars, I love you”, you sighed as you took a bite out of your cookie.  Poe, who had changed into his pyjamas in record time, settled next to you with a laugh.  “I do hope you were talking to me and not the cookie.”  Instead of an answer you leaned your head on his shoulder and ran your hand, the one that wasn’t holding the cookie, through his hair.  “Maybe I was talking to both of you.”  Poe hummed as he pulled you even closer. He was always affectionate, but after missions it seemed like all he wanted was to hold you close for hours, as if to reassure himself that both of you were still alive and alright.  “Regardless of who you were talking to, I love you”, he whispered before taking a bite of his own cookie.  You raised an eyebrow, though judging by the satisfied moan coming out of his mouth, similar to the sound you had made earlier, you could understand why he had been jealous of the baked good.  “Leia suggested that we should take some time off, just a couple of days to recharge and come back stronger than ever”, he told you after he had finished his cookie.  You lifted your head to look at him.  “Is that something you’d like to do?”, you asked. Usually the two fo you were pretty similar when it came to your work ethic, at least when the fight against the First Order was concerned, and taking a day off could backfire easily. What if something happened while the two of you were relaxing? Could you bear to live with that guilt? Though getting away from the war for just a few days did sound too good to be true.  “I think so”, Poe finally answered. “Just two or three days, not too far away in case we need to get back for an emergency. But I miss you, I feel like even when we see each other, we rarely actually see each other, you know what I mean?”  You couldn’t help but agree.  “Alright, just three days.”  “Three days”, Poe echoed as he pressed a kiss to your head.  From the position you were in you couldn’t see him glancing to the small box on his nightstand, nor the hopeful shimmer in his eyes. Maybe this vacation would turn out to be a lot more meaningful than you were anticipating. 

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I hope you enjoyed a bit of down time with Poe after your mission. 

[innovativestruggles]

why do you ship Daisuke and Suzue?

I honestly thought I would never get asked such a question, considering the amount of DaiSuzu/Daizue trash that is written all over my blog LOL!

But the short answer is: Their relationship in the novel.

The long answer also stems from their relationship in the novel. I am both a novel reader and an anime watcher but I was prompted to read the novel before the release of the anime. I came in with no expectations for either the novel or the anime. I ship whoever I feel has the most chemistry and the potential for a healthy fulfilling relationship.

The novel goes into a lot more complexity when it comes to Daisuke and Suzue’s relationship. And I ship them because of their differing personalities and their compatibility with each other. 

Suzue was brought in and “adopted” by Daisuke’s family (mainly his father) and given top priority education, a home to live in and a job as the father’s secretary. She lost both her parents so in essence, the Kambes are like second family to her. That being said, Suzue is very fond of Daisuke and she will do anything he asks of her, including playing decoy to high profile men suspected of homicide (very much to the father’s dismay). In saying that, Suzue is most loyal to Daisuke’s father and he does consider her as his own daughter. You can start to see the complexity already that intertwines Suzue and the Kambes re; family relationships, but the novel does not allow that family type relationship between Suzue and the Kambes to detract from her romantic affections for Daisuke. Likewise, Daisuke’s attraction to Suzue is not hindered by the fact that Suzue is considered like family. Even though he has stated on occasions that she is like family, he still has feelings of attraction towards her.

Despite being oblivious and married to his work, Daisuke still takes Suzue on dates (not that it always successfully goes ahead. If I remember correctly, it was a total of 7 dates, and only 2 of them were uninterrupted. Daisuke would always leave halfway to go into work LOL - poor Suzue). And still then, Suzue would never complain or be angry, because she knows how important his work is to him. She is so respectful of him and I really like that about her.

Daisuke’s way of showing Suzue affection is literally taking her out even when he is busy af. Or buying her things, or complimenting her in his head. He cares about her very much. He isn’t very good at showing his feelings and he does things very awkwardly. He’s just completely oblivious to Suzue’s feelings AND his own feelings toward her ! He’s that absorbed in his own world of work. 

The novel centres on Daisuke and his character development. It is not a romance novel. Even though there are elements of it, the reader is left to pick up the subtle signs and draw their own conclusions at time. Though in saying that, the author does it in a way that steers the reader in the direction that really makes you cheer for Daisuke and Suzue. 

I absolutely love the relationship between Daisuke and Suzue in the novel. It is so beautiful, wholesome and just plain dorky awkward. It is not over the top (despite Suzue’s fondness - it is more exaggerated in the anime, though not too far off from novel) and there is this sweet feel to it. Their personalities were created in a way that they are different yet compliment each other very well.

You may have heard this from posts here and there but the story ends with two alternate endings.

Ending 1: Daisuke continues to be a great cop in Division 1. He realises his feelings for Suzue and proposes to her, to which she accepts to marry him.

Ending 2: Daisuke becomes bankrupt. He realises his feelings for Suzue and proposes to her, to which she rejects him on the grounds that she believes he is too committed to his work to enter a marriage with her.

The second ending is very sad of course but given what you see throughout the entire novel, you can see where Suzue is coming from. It does not mean she does not love him. It just means she believes he is not ready to balance his work life with marriage life.

Regardless, of what ending the reader chooses, it does not detract from the fact that Daisuke and Suzue love each other very much.

So when I watched the anime and saw the OP of them together, I got so excited because i had this belief that they were really going to follow the novel. But then people started saying they look similar etc etc i mean, in the novel, Suzue has dark hair and big eyes ... so at first I wasn’t sure what anime fans were trying to say ... but then Haru doesn’t exist in the novel and then I read that the anime is only loosely based on the novel. At first I was okay with this as long as they do not trash Suzue’s character (that OP gave me the hope), but then they revealed she is a relative and I was very disappointed. I think a lot of novel readers are because we have been sold this idea of Daisuke and Suzue as the ultimate couple...and then we were hopeful to see them animated...

I mean, there’s a part of me trying to see the novel and anime as completely separate, but I can’t help it. I mean novel Daisuke’s personality is very different from anime Daisuke...but still....if they were gonna make Suzue a relative in the anime why can’t they just create a new character completely and leave the novel Suzue alone? They just mixed it up and I’m just frustrated haha! I can’t help it!!!!!

Oh shit, this was longer than I thought! LOL! Hope that answers your question! 

I will forever ship DaiSuzu in the novel because that is the real canon and the original story for me ❤️❤️

[seacottons]

Picture Perfect

- pairing: choi san x reader

- word count: 10.4k

- rating: M

- warnings: smut,  asphyxiation,thigh fucking, unprotected sex, cursing, petnames, dirty talk, fingering, spitting, begging, slapping, scratching, oral sex, pure and utter filth.

- summary: You were San’s favorite model to photograph. He’s got you wrapped around his finger to the point where you can’t see past the picture perfect image he’s created for himself.

It has been increasingly stressful working as a part-time model. You weren’t considered one of the well-known, top models in your company, however, you still had very successful photo shoots, as well as receiving numerous brand endorsements and CF opportunities. Your manager, Hongjoong, treated you very well and you wouldn’t trade him for the world. You also got along well with a few of the photographers at the company, Seonghwa and San.

The past year had been quite strange as few models made headlines for reasons they shouldn’t have. They disappeared without a trace. No witnesses, no alibis, no suspects, no CCTV footage. Nothing. It had been about a month since the last girl, Kim Sooyoung, vanished. She wasn’t part of your agency, however, with her striking firetruck-red hair, everyone knew who she was. Models with various popularity scales were targeted, so investigators were left baffled at the random targets.

Hongjoong was even more-so protective of you more than ever, always making sure he was around whilst you were at work. Seonghwa and San also hung around during their breaks, and you insisted that the extra attention wasn’t necessary at all. The three men only glared at you in return, fussing among each other regarding the safety of you and the other models at the agency. 

Today was your day off, and San had invited you over for dinner. It was a constant routine between you and the photographer. He would cook you dinner, and in return, you agree to model for him occasionally. 

“I need to try out these new lenses I bought. They destroyed my wallet, so they better be worth the hype.”

“This filter changes the whole game (y/n)! My god, where was this all my life?”

“I need to try these new angles!”

“You’re the only model in the agency who doesn’t just ogle at me the entire time, that’s why.”

“A photoshoot with baby Shiba Inu puppies. It’ll be the highlight of my career, please, (y/n)!”

However, this time, San meekly asked you if it was okay for you to model for him bare. He sounded so small on the other side of the line, and you could only laugh in return, agreeing to his request. He’s seen you clad in scandalous clothes before, as well as lingerie, and in that case you figured it wouldn’t be that much different.

Your gaze bore holes straight at the camera lenses as numerous snaps are taken, before shifting and switching your position, this time sitting on the edge of the king sized bed, bare thighs pressed down against low footboard, as your fist brings the corner of the bunched up comforter over your nether regions, concealing yourself as you lean back to strike another pose for the flashing camera, your long tresses curtaining over your breasts.

“Can you lower the aircon setting, San? The room is getting colder,” you mumbled, disregarding the pool of sheets between your legs and reaching up to frantically rub at your cold arms, goosebumps prominent on your flesh.

  San raises the camera to meet his eye level, he internally berates himself to remain professional- that gaining a full blown boner during a shoot isn't even close to professional but the mere sight of your petite frame before him had awoken a desire he simply couldn't will away. Gritting his teeth instead and attempting to snap pictures from multiple angles in order to photograph your beauty in whole, he couldn't help but to emit a short laugh afterwards, lowering the device with a sheepish expression. it's getting pretty hot over here, though. In more ways than one, and it's all your fault.”

You tilt your head back, an amused laugh spilling past your throat at his words, before regaining his composure and gazing down at his tall frame, eyes fixed on the obvious tent in the other’s pants, “Oh, blaming me now? Weren’t you the one who asked me to be your model. Nude model, if I remember correctly?” You couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards the male. You had to milk the opportunity to fluster him as much as you can, because you always found his reactions so endearing.

 You flick the white covers off of your body before making your way towards him and taking the camera from his hands, placing it down on top of a shelf, before bringing him closer to your frame with the collar of his shirt, his body stiffening and eyes widening at your bold actions, “How about you take a break and show me what else you can do with those hands of yours, other than take pictures, hm?” You work at loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his dress shirt before grazing your lips onto his neck tenderly. You want this. You’ve been wanting this for the longest time.

“No one in their right mind wouldn't be affected by someone like yourself simply standing before them, though. I should have known better than to test my limits by having you do so but I'm not complaining, of course. I'm still holding onto those said words of how your beauty is far too ethereal for us beings to withstand,” he mumbled, voice hitching and dropping an octave as he feels your lips press against the junction of his neck and shoulder. He allows his gaze to rake over the alabaster expanse of your exposed skin, feeling a hitch in his breath as the distance nears before wordlessly framing your hips and slotting his lips perfectly against your own shortly after, humming lowly in a surprisingly tranquil manner, “Do I have the permission to completely wreck you? The need to have you- all of you, is growing too painful to bear, my love.”

You trail the tips of your fingers down his jawline as a smile grows on your thin lips, a chuckle bubbling in your chest. “My, you are such a gentleman, Sannie. So prince-like and all..” 

He instinctively leans towards your light touches gracing his heated skin before promptly arching a brow upon hearing your statement, a playful tone dancing throughout his words whilst running a hand through his dark locks,“Haven't I always been a gentleman? Were you too blinded by my appearance that you haven’t noticed, my love? You have such a toll on me and I can do nothing but beg of you not to use it to your advantage.”

You trail a fingernail down his firm chest, letting his hands roam against his strong back as you press your lips back against his own pair, before reaching down to slide your hand beneath his trousers and boxers, giving his bulge light, gentle squeezes. “Then I’m all yours for tonight, darling. I want you to ruin and break me.”

He briefly tongues the seam of your lips as a silent request to gain access before gasping once your dainty fingers take grasp of his pulsing length, grunting as he shamelessly ruts into the warmth and contact of your palm in seek of more. His gaze darkens upon hearing your words, “Oh? I suppose you'd also love the opportunity I’m giving you to ride me, hm? How I’d also like to fill you up to the very brim and make you cry and beg for more? Would you like that, sweetheart?” 

You hum quietly in response as you shed him of his shirt, watching it fall to the floor with a rustle, your eyes roaming at his well defined shoulders and biceps. You bite back a smile as you parts your lips, allowing his warm tongue to glide into your mouth as you gives his cock a rough squeeze, thumbing the leaking slit gently whilst suckling gently on his tongue, the sounds of your lips smacking obscenely against his pair filling the quiet room and sending a jolt throughout your spine. Pulling away ever so slightly, you emit an airy, wanton moan against his mouth, “The things you’re doing to me, Sannie..”

He encircles a well toned arm around your lithe waist to successfully draw you nearer before taking the lead by guiding you onto the bed once again, providing your hips with a light squeeze before humming lowly in acknowledgement, a soft chuckle escaping his throat, “The things you’re doing to me with that sinful body right now, (y/n)..”. He curls his tongue around your own wet muscle once more, begrudgingly retracting from your touch, disregarding his throbbing erection by opting to plant a series of open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the bared column of your neck, nipping at the skin and carelessly littering bites to grace the expanse, “I'll have you crawling back to me for more, baby girl.”

You tilt your head to one side for a more comfortable position as he tongues the junction of your neck, a small moan escaping your lips in the process. Your hands squeeze his shoulders gently, trailing down past his toned chest and subtle hair near his abdomen, before working on unzipping his pants and tugging down his boxers. He fights against the urge to protest whilst your fingers deftly work on undoing his pants, soon discarding the remaining articles on his own and causing his thick girth to slap against his lower abdomen once it's released from the offensive barrier of clothing.

“Fuck, San. You sound so sinful a-and I’ll most likely come undone before you even touch me,” you instinctively tilt your head back as his lips make their way down to your jaw and neck, lips parting for shaky breaths, your fingers wrapping around the base of his erection and giving it a few tugs and squeezes. 

You gaze down at the expanse of his chest and abdomen, eyes finally taking in the sight of his throbbing cock, resisting the urge to run your tongue along the protruding veins, instead flinching slightly when he licks and bites at your earlobe, a small chuckle blowing softly against his face as he wraps your leg around his hips, your other leg spreading as he brings his crotch roughly against yours, grinding and rutting against your glistening folds,desperately in need of friction. 

You feel him smile against your neck, teeth lightly scraping against your skin and leaving pretty pink marks on your flesh. Emitting a quiet chuckle that is soon followed by a raspy moan, he then tugs at your earlobe with his teeth, swiping his tongue across the flesh before resuming his filthy speech, “If that is the case, then I'm going to map you out with my tongue first, unravel you completely before fucking you open with my dick. You're eager for it, aren't you? So eager to be filled—” he reluctantly takes hold of your wrists, pinning them down on either side of your head with a firm hold before flattening his tongue against your exposed nipple, flicking his tongue against it with a chortle, “Maybe one day I’ll see for myself just how much my words have a toll on your pretty  little body. And judging from how wet you are, I don’t think it’ll take much for you to come with only my words.”

You bite your lower lip harshly at the sudden warmth and wetness on your rosy bud, your fingers twitching slightly as your wrists try to shift underneath his hold, your back arching as an involuntary gasp escapes into the room, your toes curling tightly from the pleasure, thighs squeezing around his waist as he returns to attack your supple and untouched flesh with his swollen lips,”F-fuck.. always such a tease with that tongue of yours, San..”

He pridefully grants you the sight of his rippling muscles each time his arms shift before emitting a series of grunts from the friction created, reciprocating the said movements by undulating his hips against your own before framing your hips to permit the act of sensually grinding against you, maintaining the eye contact whilst lavishly rolling his hips forth to vex you even further. “Enlighten me, love. Where should I direct my tongue? Is there a specific place you'd like me to pay attention to?” He wants to laugh at the expression on your face, but holds himself at the last minute in fear of upsetting you. San encloses his lips around your rosy bud of your nipples before sucking hard, swirling his tongue around shortly before traveling lower by pressing wet, heated, open-mouthed kisses along your abdomen, pausing to suck a vicious bruise onto your prominent hipbones whilst grazing his teeth roughly against the chosen patch of marred skin.

You swallow thickly, head thrown back as your face scrunches up with the surge of pleasure racking through your body, your hips falling limp as you allow him to grind his angry, red cock against your wet core,chest glistening with a sheen of sweat and heaving up and down as you take heavy gulps of air. You release a string of curses as his mouth travels further down your body, your gaze intruded by a few strands of your bangs as you watch him decorate your skin with kisses and bite marks. You manage to mumble out shyly, neck and ears burning into a soft tinge of pink, “A-ah.. down there, please.. ”

He allows his lips to be tugged upwards by a roguish grin in response to your said words as he then intensifies the rocking of his hips by mimicking the motion of harshly thrusting into you, encircling his long and thick digits around your inner thigh, languidly stroking the supple flesh before striking your globes with a subtle grunt, “Fuck baby, I love it when you become so flustered and submissive with just a few words. Perhaps the next time I bring you to your knees, you'd be able to gag and choke on my cock for as long as you'd like.” 

You bring a fist to your lips, biting roughly on the knuckle to suppress your moans, thrusting your hips upwards in time for his rough thrusts, your eyes closing half way as your head lolls to the side, hips rutting eagerly against his own.He briefly draws away in order to appreciate the sight of your newly tainted skin before spreading your thighs apart, emitting a low and guttural moan upon the mere sight of your bared, sopping hole for his viewing pleasure.

Slapping your hands away upon noticing the sight of you attempting to suppress your moans, he then parts his lips to emit a low groan of pleasure from the imagery of your pretty lips stretching around the thick girth of his dick, batting the urge away as he swipes the pad of his thumb across your opening, your arousal pooling against his digit, before bringing it up to his lips to suck it all off with a lewd pop,”Don’t try and hold back any sound or I will stop, understood?”

“I’m sorry. I’m just.. so overwhelmed,” your eyes turn away and you refuse to meet his burning gaze, face burning in embarrassment. 

“You’re so cute, my pretty baby. I want nothing more than to fuck you stupid.” He bares his teeth in pleasure upon hearing your words before leaning forth to possessively create a dark bruise upon your clavicles, admiring the contrast of it against your porcelain like skin before drawing away to wrap his fingers around the girth of your throat, tipping his head to the side as he silently rakes his gaze over your current flushed state with pride swelling within his chest, “I wouldn't even bother pulling out of you, for that matter. I'd prefer to go for round after round and watch my as cum spills out of that pretty hole of yours to stain the sheets. Only then would I withdraw to shove my tongue into you and clean you up.”

You swallow thickly at his words, face flushing and thighs instinctively drawing together. He scoffs in a miffed manner, hands slamming your knees on either side of the bed and leans closer before promptly obliging to your previous request by flattening his tongue against your entrance, meeting your gaze with hooded orbs,”My love.. is this what you wanted?” 

 You stiffen visibly as his warm tongue trails against your twitching opening, your thighs spreading further apart to give him ease of access as you nod quickly, not trusting your words as you choke on a moan, pathetically whimpering loudly in the process before your hands tangle themselves in his dark locks as he presses his mouth further against your arousal, silently pleading him to snake his tongue into your heat, “Please, please.. San.”

He pauses his ministrations, humming against your skin whilst teasingly raising a brow,”Hm?”

“Fuck me with your tongue, please.. I'll do anything.”

“Oh, I will. And afterwards, I’ll make you pretty by painting your whole body with my cum too,” bracketing your well-rounded globes for leverage, he then flicks his tongue against your folds before tracing your clit with the tip of his tongue, listening to your pleads and whimpers, clearly enjoying the writhing mess he has made out of you before finally giving in with a hushed chuckle, lapping at your sopping heat insistently with visible and growing hunger, “Fuck, you taste so good-”

You incline your head forward slightly, hooded eyes trained the mop of his dark hair as he continues his ministrations against your core, before breathing out a raspy moan at his words, your head falling back against the mattress as the image of yourself stained with his cum flashes through your mind. You attempt to move your hips to grind against his face, before he chuckles against your core, strong arms wrapping around your thighs and firmly locking them securely in place. Your sweaty, flushed face contorts with pleasure as he wraps his lips around your nub, giving it a rough suckle, “F- fucking hell, S-san-” Your fingers tug at his inky locks as your back arches painfully high when he shoves his tongue deep into your warm cavern, tongue curling against your walls without warning, your voice higher an octave as you plead and beg him for more, your hips rutting against his face slightly whilst whimpering quietly as you feel the tip of his nose graze your clit, “A- ah, San- please-!”

Spreading your folds apart, he continues to provide your hole with thick, wet swathes of his spit slick muscle, reveling in the filthy squelches that resonate each time he thrusts his tongue forth and into your channel to stimulate your walls before abruptly inserting it into you as deep as possible, greedily enjoying the unique and highly addictive taste of you dancing across his taste buds. You grips fistfuls of his hair, tugging roughly at the roots as his wet muscle dives further down your cavern, your calves stiffening and toes curling in the air as your hips jolt down subtly with each thrust of his tongue, the lewd squelching noises driving you to your peak as your back arches painfully high one last time, a loud shrill of his name bouncing against the walls of his bedroom as your body quivers from the intensity of your climax. Just as he delves deeper into your tight heat, his eyes widen upon the realization of you reaching your high, drawing away with spit slick lips as well as glistening arousal upon his chin before leaning up to hungrily lap up your flushed entrance, grunting lowly as the slick slides down his throat with each swallow, “Holy fuck- the fact that you came from merely having my tongue inside you is so hot. Being eaten out is one of your main weaknesses, baby? Are there more kinks for me to look forward to and discover?”

You breathe out a shaky moan as his tongue glides along your core, cleaning up the sticky residue, your dainty fingers losing their grip in his hair before scraping the muscles of his back as he scoots up to press his lips atop of your own, “What's the fun in telling you? Maybe you should try other things and see for yourself?”

He relishes the burn and pain thrown into the intoxicating mix of pleasure whilst hoping the crescent marks your nails leave behind remain upon the expanse of his skin, silently adoring the mere thought of being marked by you before engaging in the passionate motion of grinding down against you, smoothly gyrating his hips whilst arching upwards in a rather graceful manner, hissing in delight upon the formed, angry lines of red, “What's fun without a hint of teasing, hm? I think you can bare not having my dick inside you just yet- perhaps I should just press your thighs together and fuck them for today. I could fulfill my promise tomorrow, after all. Maybe even the day after?”

He carefully hooks his palms beneath your knees, guiding them upwards as he presses them against your chest whilst wordlessly admiring your current, exposed state, silently approving of the many marks now marring your once flawless skin. San spits onto your thighs whilst also using some of your arousal to lubricate your skin; he then slots his flushed and erect dick between your delectable, thick thighs before setting a pace of languidly rocking his hips back and forth, groaning aloud due to the surges of pleasure created from the heated contact and slick slide of skin against skin due to his leaking cock. “You'll be the cause of my death- I swear to god, babe.” He then trails his fingertips down your chest whilst sucking on your bottom lip, caressing your skin by splaying the gaps of his digits apart before finally brushing his thumbs against your nipples, roughly tugging at them with a hum in response, “I suppose you do have a point- but the only reason I asked was because I'm terribly eager to please you as well.”

He runs a calloused palm along your inner thigh, squeezing and kneading the reddening flesh before providing you with harsher thrusts, snapping his hips forth with increased force as the obscene slap of colliding naked skin resonates throughout the air filled with the thick and musky scent of sex. He inserts and retracts his throbbing length with vigor, precisely grinding against your entrance, grunting in pleasure whilst throwing his head back to bare his throat for your viewing pleasure. With a smirk curling along his bitten lips, he abruptly inserts two of his long digits into your hole, making use of the slick from the previous ministrations as he plunges them forth to massage your inner walls, “You like that, baby?”

You hiss softly as you’re bent, your entrance twitching from the cool breeze of the room, a breathy moan escaping your lips as you feel his cock in between your fleshy thighs, purposely flexing your muscles tightly as he rocks his hips in between your legs, watching as the red tip of his cock eases through your slicked thighs with ease, before disappearing and returning once more at a feverish pace. An involuntary groan sounding out from your chest as you imagine being filled with his dick, leads him to glance at you, smile adorning his features. “Oh, god, San.. you’re too much for me,” you groan breathlessly, your forearm pressing against your eyes to shield yourself from his intense, burning stare, jaw slack as you squirm beneath him, back arching as he trails open mouthed kisses against your flushed skin, all the while still thrusting in between your thighs, fingers wriggling knuckle deep in your heat, “M-more, San.. please, I need more.”

He gradually releases your abused nipples with a pleased hum as you withstand the burn before rewarding you by kissing a wet path along your thighs, swiping his tongue along the exposed skin whilst almost painfully grazing his teeth against it to effectively vex you with a murmur, “I love how needy you sound, baby. You’re so desperate for my touch, hm? Well, I guess I'm well aware of what I shall be devouring for breakfast from now on.”

Emitting a breathless chuckle once catching sight of you grasping onto the sheets for purchase, the movements of his hips soon grow erratic and begin to stutter, signaling his approaching release as he eager chases after it, tilting his head back with a drawn out, guttural moan as rope after rope of thick cum is released to grace your abdomen as well as chest due to the position, riding out the intense orgasm whilst obliging to your said request by adding a third digit and plunging them in and out of you, even leaning forth to lick at your clit whilst gazing up at you and speaking in a tone laced with deep huskiness, “Cum for me, baby.”

Eyeing the thin trail of spit escaping past the corner of your lips, he promptly leans forth to collect it with his tongue, humming in content as the unique taste invades his cavern and dances across his pleased taste buds. His fingers continuously work, gently massaging the walls of your channel and drawing out your release by circling the pads of his fingertips against the your bud before finally retracting altogether with a sated smirk plastering itself across his contented facade after watching you writhe once more underneath his touch. He chooses to bring the said digits towards his lips shortly after, lewdly swirling his tongue around to clean them of your juices with a moan in delight before finally halting all ministrations once hearing your words.

“That was ..so much- beyond my comprehension. Aha, I don’t know if I’ll be as good as you while returning the favor,” you hummed lowly, eyelids fluttering shut as you try and calm your erratic breaths.

He releases a low sigh of content before pulling away to spit in his palm, meeting your gaze as he then spreads the saliva along your opening before delivering a sharp slap onto the flesh with a chime of laughter, “I hope you're looking forward to being marked more often by myself. Keep in mind that you're allowed to suck me off anywhere, anytime. If that's what you desire, I’ll be all too happy to comply. You’ll be amazing, so don’t compare yourself to me, darling,” he murmurs, “You don't even have to do anything before me and it awakes all possible carnal desires to take you. I simply must ask, (y/n)- are you interested in a committed relationship?” Dragging the pad of his thumb along your plump bottom lip, his orbs then begin to cloud with the desire to properly and officially claim you as his own with a breathy and low whisper, “The mere thought of you belonging to someone else is terribly infuriating.”

“I would love to call you mine as well, Sannie,” a smile graces your lips as you reach forward to brush strands of his ebony locks out of his eyes, “I’ve been pining over for you for months after we met, but I was too afraid to make the first move. Wouldn’t it be deemed as unprofessional.. you know? Model and photographer? What would Hongjoong say?”

Caressing your thigh in a soothing manner with the use of his palm, he then forms a subtle simper in response, finding himself growing impeccably weak upon catching sight of the upturn of your lips, “You’re so sinfully beautiful, baby. Everything I could possibly want and more, for that matter. Work can remain the same, if that’s what bothers you. We’ll have boundaries and such established until you feel more comfortable, okay? Hongjoong will approve, I know him all too well.” He skims his fingertips along your prominent hipbones and smaller frame, taking in each and every detail of yours before meeting your gaze with hesitant orbs, initiating a passionate kiss shortly after interlacing his fingers with yours, your other hand reaching down to palm at his throbbing girth.

“You seem like you can use the help there, love,” you smiled as his eyebrow twitched in response to your touch, his jaw tensing and locking tightly whilst he hardly contained the satisfied, guttural groan escaping his throat.

“I’d be a fool to decline- but at the same time, I want you to regain your energy first. you have pleasured me, after all. The whole session so far has been nothing but because fucking hell, baby- you're perfect.” He splays the gaps of his fingers across your chest and leans in to pepper a few kisses along the length of your jaw, humming contentedly before his breath hitches upon the sight of your wet muscle gliding against your bottom lip, swallowing thickly as he attempts to disregard the growing urge to jump your bones once again by settling by your side instead and encircling a toned arm around your waist in a visibly possessive manner as he effectively draws you closer. “Says the perfect one.”

You emit a squeak of surprise, body tensing as he presses your chest flush against his own. As he spares a glance towards your breasts, he bites back a laugh before carding his fingers through your locks in a soothing manner, gently massaging your scalp by applying the subtlest pressure upon your skin. “I’m speaking the truth- god, look at yourself. Debauched and splayed out just for me, I'd do absolutely anything to wake up to the sight of you this way- every single day.” He begins to hint at the thoughts weighing him down once reluctantly drawing away from the intense and passionate lip lock, leaning into your touch before placing an affectionate trail of pecks upon your palm as well as wrist, “Please, don't argue with me. You’re the epitome of perfection between us two. which is why I was wondering, if you'd like to belong to me. I will treat you so well, baby- you wouldn't be used and thrown around carelessly. I just- desperately want and need to call you mine.”

“I would love to be yours, Sannie. As long as you’ll be mine.”

His brows quirked up, jaw dropping slightly, before hastily leaning in towards your face, pupils blown wildly at your response. Once a kiss had been initiated, his eyes immediately fluttered shut in order to reciprocate, skillfully swiping his tongue over your bottom lip before capturing the flesh between his teeth to provide it with a playful tug, “Baby, I'm in dire need to own you and no one else has awakened such desires within me. The thought of someone else swiping you away angers me.” He trails his fingertips along the prominent hickeys left upon your alabaster skin, tracing them with care before leaning forth to gently soothe them with his lips by pressing kisses against them to make up for the sting, “I’m nothing special but I would like you to complete me.”

“The things you’re doing to my heart, Choi San,” You groan as you pinch the bridge of your nose as you close your eyes, searching for the right words, before looking up at him and grinning sheepishly from ear to ear, your arms wrapping around his shoulders tightly as you pulls him close and pepper his face with multiple kisses, whispering yes after every other peck of your lips.  As he's drawn towards you, a beam lights up his features each time your lips descend upon his skin and he finds himself emitting a quiet sigh of content before stopping you in order to place a kiss upon your forehead, your eyelids, the tip of your nose as well as your cheeks and finally, your lips with a murmur, “Thank you- thank you so much, baby girl,” and with that, his palms begin to travel along your thighs once again, spreading you apart before straightening up to maneuver himself and settle between your legs with a bite of his lip as he slots his length between your ass cheeks, undulating his hips against yours with a moan whilst teasing your entrance with the flushed tip of his shaft, “Even if you had declined- the urge would have only grown stronger within time. But since you do, thankfully, belong to me now, I promise to shield you away from the dangers of the world. I'd do absolutely anything to keep you happy- therefore, I want you to be completely honest with me concerning your thoughts and wants as well. I'd be all too happy to comply just for you and I'll also be- your personal superhero. The title fits, yeah? I’ve also changed my mind- I want to take you, own you and claim you right now, baby. ”

“San, you are flawless,” you whimper out, slick folds rubbing against his shaft, fingernails dragging down the expanse of his back whilst doing so, “I would love for you to mark and own me.”

He then lifts your hand towards his lips, planting a trail of kisses along your knuckles before emitting a quiet chuckle and shaking his head in strong denial, “I am not 'flawless' nor 'perfect' on my own. I’m the dorky person you'll have to gradually warm up to.  And you- you have no idea how much you drive me crazy altogether,” guiding your legs to wrap around his waist, he presses himself flush against your figure and latches his lips onto your collarbones, hoping the previous preparation would be sufficient as he guides his now, erect and thick girth into your channel, sheathing it deep within you with a low groan before interlacing his fingers with yours as an affectionate gesture and pausing to grant you time to accommodate to the dull burn brought upon your form, “You're so fucking tight for me, baby- t-tell me when you're ready, alright?”

Your thighs tremble at the intrusion, walls fluttering around his girth as you lightly push at his shoulders, before tugging him down so that his frame is flush against your trembling form, arms securely wrapping around him as you emit a whine, “N-no. I.. God, you’re just s- so.. so big. You’re perfect..you truly are, in every sense of the word.”

Eliciting a quiet chuckle in return to your adorable actions, he regards your words by placing several, repeated pecks upon your lips, licking into your mouth to tease you whilst speaking in a lowered tone of voice as happiness laces through, “I don't see how the word 'perfection' even fits this image of mine but since it's slipping past these perfect lips of yours- I’ll take it into consideration and mull over accepting it,” a soft sigh of content slips past shortly after your lips press against his and he draws back with a bright glint within his orbs, “Where have you been all my life, hm?”

Taking notice of your pained state, he brings it upon himself to lave at the column of your neck, distracting you from the building burn before releasing a moan as your walls clamp around his shaft, causing his hips to jerk forth and involuntarily thrust into you with a muttered apology. Once receiving your permission, he initiates a slow yet steady pace of rocking his hips back and forth, appreciating the smooth glide of his lengthy cock within you each time he pulls back and pushes forth whilst uttering against your skin, “Does that feel good, baby?”

You respond with fervent kisses to his lips, mumbling out praise after praise, and he emits a soft grunt towards the contact as he then trails his tongue alongside your own, gently nipping at it and curling his wet muscle around your own before chuckling in response, “ I'll try suppress the urge to decline your compliments by kissing you instead. That does sound like better resolution than a mere thank you, right?” Crinkling his nose in a rather adorable manner, he then opts to capture your bottom lip between his teeth before giving it a playful tug. 

Once his hands are intertwined and laced together with your own, he pins them down on either side of your head before upping the pace of his movements, attempting different angles in hopes of finding your sensitive spot each time he plunges his cock inside. Experimentally swiveling his hips shortly after, he then delivers a particularly hard thrust forward causing your frame to jolt forth in response and shift due to the forcefulness of his eager yet precise movements whilst nipping at your earlobe, a loud cry leaving your lips at the sudden action, “God, I fucking love and adore the sounds you make- I should kiss you till your lips are bloodied and bruised- it'd be a pretty sight for me to photograph too, don't you think?” He runs his long digits through your hair before tightening his grip upon your locks and roughly tugging your head back to bare your neck, leaning in to trace the prominent veins running along the column with a growl, “Mine.”

He silently admires the graceful arch your body creates and immediately sets out to repeat the action, relentlessly fucking into you with strong thrusts as he drives his thick cock into you, watching as your ring of muscles stretches to accommodate the girth each time his hips fluidly snap forth to slap sharply against your ass, “God- you feel so fucking perfect around my cock. I could fuck you all day.” Lowering his lips, he then latches them upon your nipple, sucking hard enough to leave a reddening mark behind once he pulls away, enjoying the sight of the swelling nub.  “Tell me, baby- who do you belong to?” he mutters, teeth nipping and tongue swathing over your earlobe each time the bulbous tip of his dick strikes your walls, stubbornly intent on having you scream out his name whilst pleasured grunts slip past his own bitten lips each time your velvety walls tighten snugly around his pulsing cock seated deep within you,”You're hungry for my cum, aren't you? Wanting it all over you, inside as well as out- fuck, you'd look exquisite that way. Flushed and panting with streaks of my cum painting your chest and rosy cheeks whilst more of it oozes from your hole,” the knots within his stomach begin to tighten irreversibly as a signal towards his oncoming release and his movements gradually turn erratic, managing to utter a warning under his breath, “ Fuck, I’m close-”

Clenching his jaw as your blunt nails dig into the skin of his back, a moan is ripped from his throat shortly after, silently enjoying the pain being thrown into the intoxicating mix of pleasure surging through his veins as you continuously emit wanton whimpers of his name,” That’s  right, baby. You’re  all mine and no one else will ever get to see you splayed out in such a manner.” 

Acknowledging the red lines left behind due to the abuse of your nails and gasping as blood begins to seep through the marks created, he bottoms out before framing your hips and guiding you downwards to meet his strengthened movements, mercilessly driving his cock into you whilst noticing the sight of you reaching your own high, gasping as his own climax washes over his form, causing thick and hot ropes of cum to spill into your hole and paint your walls. 

Riding out the intense orgasm and milking his cock for all its worth, his thrusts finally come to a stop, not wanting to pull out of you just yet as he settles on lightly gyrating his hips against yours by rolling them forth, “God- I fucking love you- I don't even want to withdraw just yet. Do you mind staying this way for me, baby? You were absolutely perfect-” he murmurs, lips ghosting along your shoulders before regaining the steadiness of his breathing after a few short moments of silence, “Now, I want  you to use the restroom and  come back and rest. We’ll take a shower later on and then, I’ll take you home to move your things, where you truly belong, right by my side.” 

“Waking up to your face every morning sounds like heaven to me,” You reach up to peck his lips, head still in a daze after your third orgasm of the night. Humming in reply, you buried your face into the crook of his neck, lips leaving faint trails of feathery kisses onto his glistening neck, “I love you, Sannie. You are the epitome of perfection in my eyes, truly.”

Allowing his palms to trail along the sides of your smaller frame, he then pauses to gently squeeze your hips, even caressing your inner thighs as he appreciates the smooth and supple skin beneath his touch, “God- you're my definition of love and perfection rolled into one.” Emitting a noise of amusement once witnessing your flustered reaction, he then gently pries your fingers off and away from your face, revealing your features with a bright beam in return,” I am glad to hear that you’ll agree, baby and I truly love you to the moon and back,” He welcomes you within his embrace, snaking his arms around your lithe figure before finally placing his palms upon your pert globes with a hum,” I hope to keep such titles and descriptions for as long as I’m by your side.” He gently brushes his nose against yours as a sign of affection before nodding in silent agreement once comfortably settling by your side, groaning under his breath as his length slips out of you due to the change in position whereas the arm encircling your waist tightens it's grip, possessively,” I love you. Now hurry up before I end up falling asleep without having you in my arms.”

You laugh and proceed to head to the bathroom, before hastily returning back to bed with him and failing to notice a hairbrush tucked in the corner of the bathroom counter, with bright right strands of hair coiled tightly between the plastic bristles. Once back in bed, his arms find purchase around your smaller frame,”Goodnight, sweetheart,” He murmurs, placing one last peck upon your plush lips before finally allowing slumber to claim his form. _____

He finds himself awakening hours after with a smile upon his face as he's greeted by your ethereal beauty, sighing in content as he reaches out to caress your cheeks and place a chaste peck upon your lips before drawing away with a murmur, “God- you're absolutely perfect.” Lifting his gaze to watch your expression whilst you sleep, he then begins to experimentally trail his hands downwards and along your inner thighs, spreading them apart before languidly stroking your core whilst nipping at your earlobe in hopes of waking you as well. It doesn't take much longer after that for you to flutter your eyes open, peering frantically before pausing once catching sight of his face.

He retracted his fingers, opting to nestle beside you, lips grazing your cheek as he shoots you a lazy smile. The two of you laid there for what felt like half an hour, words soft spoken against each other’s skin whilst in the other’s embrace. You press yourself against his side, nuzzling the junction between his neck and shoulder as he caresses your arm around his waist, humming softly in content at the warmth of his body, eyes fluttering shut as you listens to his words, before slowly inclining your head against his shoulder, staring at him with questioning eyes, lips quivering as you ponder on whether you should probe further into his words.”I.. you don't mean?”  You point to yourself with a hesitant hand, heart hammering against your chest as a lump forms in your throat, leaving you unable to form any noise. Butterflies flew in your stomach, your heart swelling with adoration at the sight of the man beneath you.

 “Yes. I'm not sure as of right now but- I'd like you to be the main focus of my photography from now onward. Modeling just for me in multiple, rather compromising yet beautiful positions, nonetheless. I’ll speak to Hongjoong about it. I’m tired of having Seonghwa brag about always being the one to photograph you, aha.” Subtly sinking his teeth into a patch of skin by your throat, his fingertips then trace circles onto your hipbones with a content simper, “Oh, and you're also going to be living with me from now onward if that hasn't crossed your mind yet. I can't wait to wake up to the sight of you beside me each day- the very epitome of perfection.”  

“I don’t think I’ll mind you being my main photographer, love. However,” you reach up to brush his bangs out of his eyes, “I would also love for you to model for me. No camera will ever do you justice, but you’re so handsome. It’ll be a shame for you not to pursue a modeling career.”

“A few pictures of myself?” he arches a brow in slight hesitance upon the thought of his self proclaimed lanky limbs and subtly grimaces before waking from his reverie due to your touches upon his skin that leave a fiery trail in its wake, “I- I suppose a change in position would be part of the experience between us two. You could take the reigns and have me model for you- nude, if you'd like. But, I’m not the most well-built guy around and-” you immediately shush him with a glare, hands running along his chest and biceps, praising the ripples of muscle underneath your touch.

 “You think I've got the needed muscles too?” He asks in a tone laced with earnest surprise, experimentally flexing his biceps before a chortle slips past his lips, hoping the darkening pink coloring his cheeks goes unnoticed by opting to shake his head in return, “and now, you're flattering me and turning me into a tomato. Thank you, though, I honestly appreciate it since your opinion is all that matters to me, anyway.”

As you notice the subtle hint of pink on his cheeks, a large grin forms on your face, “Oh, Sannie. Of course I think you have the muscles for it. I’m glad you take my opinion into consideration. Don't let anyone else make you think otherwise about your physique, alright? You’ve been sculpted and crafted by the Gods. I would think you’re a Greek statue if I didn’t know you. And by the way, you look cute as a tomato~.”

“Babe, your opinion is all that matters to me as I've said before- it's the only opinion I shall be taking into consideration for as long as you're mine,” he pokes at his dimples, lips outstretched into a sheepish smile, “I suppose that's a good thing, yeah? You like tomatoes, don't you? But- don't call me cute- I'm the beast here and you're the beauty. Therefore, beasts aren't cute.” 

You pull him down for a kiss with a hearty laugh. You graze your teeth gently against his tongue, mewling into his mouth as your tongue runs along the roof of his mouth, before swirling it around his own, “Starting from this day forward, I want you to accept all of the compliments you receive. You are flawless. Everything about you is perfection, and I hope one day you will  soon realize and accept that fact.” Reaching up to lightly pinch the tip of his nose, you offer a sheepish smile, before eliciting a small groan of delight, only to have it drown into his mouth as  he tilts his head at an angle, deepening the open mouthed kiss. 

Pulling away after a moment to regain his breath, grinning warmly at you, he chuckles airily “It's just that I haven't deemed myself fit enough to withhold such.. thoughts? I'm a lanky guy whose limbs are far too flexible- it's a little tough imagining myself in the place of a model but I'm willing to try, nonetheless.” And with that, he leans forth to press a light peck upon you lips before lightly tapping your nose with a subtle simper tugging at the ends of his lips, “Just for you, my love. A perfect lady such as yourself only deserves the utmost best.”

“You flatter me too much,” you murmur against his lips,”but still, thank you. You’re the sweetest.”

“Flattery out of pure honesty. You don't have to thank me, baby- I’m providing you with anything and everything I know you deserve. All the happiness in the world, really.” 

“I am afraid you think too highly of me, San,” you breathe out, attempting to ignore the way your stomach flutters at his words, “I don’t know if I can live up to those expectations.”

“You aren't capable of disappointing me, love. Although, I was wondering if we could delve deeper into details regarding the lines you draw when it comes to sex. I would detest having to upset you or perform anything you're uncomfortable with. Plus, I'm truly curious when it comes to your other kinks now that I’m well-aware that you enjoy getting eaten out.”

“I honestly haven’t experienced much to know what I like and don’t like. Perhaps we can start with the things you enjoy, and we will see from there?” you caress his cheek with the back of your hand, smiling tenderly at him.

Emitting a soft hum under his breath upon hearing your proposition, he then nods in return before parting his lips to speak whereas his fingertips smooth over the bruises and hickeys left upon your skin from the last session between you and him, “I can only hope that I won't be scaring you off with any of these kinks of mine- but I'll state the first one that riles me up, then. What are your thoughts on asphyxiation?”

You pause, nodding your head whilst in thought, “I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never experienced it. I’ve just never met anyone who was willing to try it, but I’m not against the idea. Why? You’re into that?”

Swiping his wet muscle along his pair of lips to moisten it, he then meets your gaze and directs a rather sheepish and timid smile shortly after, shaking his head in response while idly brushing the skin underneath your breasts, “Ah well- I’m glad to hear you're comfortable with it but having you experience it wasn't what I had in mind. I wanted you to wrap your fingers around my throat, really.”

You squirm underneath his subtle touches, and emit a short lived chuckle, before gently pushing his hands down, so that they are resting on top of your ribs instead, “San- please- that tickles.” You stare at his moistened lips, vision hazy slightly, before snapping out of your trance and looking at him with slightly widened eyes, “Wait,me? I mean- you? but, what if I kill you? Will I know when to stop? Are you going to tell me when or..?”

“You'd know, I'd keep you well-informed so you have absolutely nothing to fear. You won't kill me,”  He guides your dainty digits to wrap around his throat as a brief act of demonstration causing his breath to hitch upon the mere contact, gazing down at you with hooded orbs whilst gyrating his hips against yours, flushed cock nestling perfectly against your wet folds.

With long fingers wrapping around your wrist, he meets your gaze and simultaneously nods in time, forming a reassuring smile towards you shortly before parting his lips to speak in a tone filled with need, “I'll let you know when to stop, just- harder, please.”

You inhale a deep breath and sit up in a more comfortable position, before swallowing thickly as you tighten your grip around the circumference of his neck, your breath hitching in your throat as you watch him for any sign of pain or discomfort.

As the pressure increases, the exposed expanse of his skin flushes and a choked moan is ripped from his throat, nodding instead as a wordless response before finally giving your wrist two taps in hopes you'd get the message trying to be conveyed and release your hold. He then swiftly dives downwards, lips hungrily latching around your rosy bud, fingers pinching the other neglected one simultaneously, “I can just come undone with only having your pretty fingers around my throat, darling.”

You gasp lightly and press your back deep into the mattress, your buds stinging from the tight grip, knees bent on either side of him as your hands roam down your back, caressing and squeezing his broad shoulders. “Oh, f- fuck. You and your fingers drive me absolutely crazy, especially when they’re,” you place his hand against your chest, his fingertips grazing your erect nipple, before dragging it downwards to your inner thigh, “Right here and here, biting and licking me.”

Quirking his brows once hearing your words, he then begins to knead and palm your globes with a sly smile, even delivering a light slap onto the right cheek with a chuckle upon hearing your statement, “Most people do tend to notice my hands but I think it's great between you and I. It's easier for me to work you open and have you ride them first.”

“You have the prettiest fingers, especially when they’re knuckle deep in me, but..”

Arching a brow upon hearing your words, he then raises his hand towards his lips, smirking slightly as he engulfs three of his digits, languidly swirling his tongue around them and coating them with a sufficient amount of saliva before drawing them away, now glistening with spit, “Would you like to ride them right now, then?” He then pauses briefly upon noticing your resistance before emitting a soft chuckle once catching sight of your adorable expression and actions, kissing a path along your shoulders and clavicles before licking a hot trail down your torso, humming contentedly whilst doing so. “Ah, I see. You’re hungry for my dick and not my fingers. I hope you won't mind the morning sex when you finally move in-” he places a light peck upon the the hood of your clit before planting open mouthed kisses along the bud whilst meeting your gaze, “Is there anything you'd like me to do in particularly or should I resume with my task of fucking you into stupor?”

“I’m sorry, I love you but.. can we wait a bit? After last night, I feel pretty sore down there. I don’t know if having your dick in me is the best idea right now- fingers and tongue are okay though.” you tear your gaze away from him shyly, face reddening in mild embarrassment.

He emits a quiet chuckle under his breath before shaking his head as he leans forth to fit his lips over yours instead, humming whilst playfully ghosting his fingertips along your nipples, “There's no need to apologize, baby. and- I  love you too. No one shall ever be able to swipe or steal your spot within my heart. you're all I need and more.”

“And so are you, my love. I'm already addicted to you- and it may be unhealthy but I don't think I'm able to find it in myself to complain. I'm falling for you so hard.” Upon hearing your words, he leans up to shower your chest with light pecks of affection whilst encircling his digits around the rim of your entrance, teasing you before finally guiding them into your channel with a low groan towards the tightness.

He swirls his tongue around the flushed nub of your clit before sinking lower, engulfing your core with his wet cavern and obscenely lapping at your glistening folds, pulling away shortly after to speak in a husky tone, “I think I'd rather eat you out first, if that's alright with you. You must be tired, after all and I think my baby girl deserves a little reward since she's behaved so well.”

His lips descend upon each and every blooming mark marring your skin, planting light kisses against them as a form of apology whilst his digits firmly frame your hips, “I hope I've inscribed myself within your mind, really. The same way you've wormed your way into mine. You've completed this lonely heart of mine. Perhaps, if not already- within due time, I'll do the same to yours as well.”

When you pull him up face level, he willingly reciprocates the initiated kiss, silently enjoying the connection before parting his lips as a silent sign of granted permission, snaking his tongue into your mouth before coaxing the wet muscle into his own as he swirls it around your own in a synced rhythm whilst his lips then curl into a smirk as his digits twist to massage your walls, “You like that, baby? God- you're still so tight for me. I can't wait to fuck you open every morning- to have you splayed out upon my sheets this time whilst I drive my cock into you.”

You loll your head to the side, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the intensity of the pleasure racking through your spine,thighs jostling as he repeatedly pounds his digits into your small frame, short gasps and moans filling the room as you withdraws your legs from either side of him, folding them back against your body in order to give him more ease of access, “A- ah.. baby, please.. don't ever stop- make me cum over and over. Fuck-” You release a strangled whimper as you feel his lips against his bud, wrapping around the rose colored flesh and sucking harshly.

“Then I won't till I've you begging me to stop,” he mutters lowly before flattening his tongue against the your opening, tracing the folds with the tip of his tongue before nipping at a spot right beneath your clit with his teeth, grazing your nub, then fitting his lips around it and sucking hard, sensually bobbing his head at a measured pace whilst working his tongue along your leaking core, to provide you with as much pleasure as possible with each flick of his tongue.

He applies a fluctuating amount of pressure each time his digits press against the your velvety walls, massaging them whilst admiring your current state with blown orbs of his own, feeling his length beginning to twitch from the mere thought of the said penetration, “C'mon, baby- tell me exactly what you want. I'm all yours, after all.” 

A few hours pass by as you lay together in bed, chests heaving from another round of pleasure. You emit a laugh while nuzzling the crook of his neck, praising him for being so kind and gentle with you.

“Then, I’ll continue to shower you with words of affection, praises and descriptions of just how much I adore you altogether. You deserve nothing but the best, therefore I'll do absolutely anything and everything I can to provide you with just that. Please, there's no need to thank me at all. Since you're returning these feelings of mine towards you, I couldn't possibly ask for something better. I love you- so much.” Drawing away from you, he then meets your gaze before pressing his and your lips together, initiating a passionate kiss with a soft hum in contentment.

Sparing a glance towards your bare and dainty digits, he then brushes his own across your knuckles with a thoughtful hum, “What would you like as a symbol of possession, hm? A ring, maybe?”

You momentarily ponder, eyes drawn to the red lines decorating the flesh on his chest and pecks, before looking up to meet his eyes, “Anything will do, San. I’m not picky. I’ll leave it up to you.”

An amused chortle slips past his plump lips before a toned arm encircles your waist, effectively drawing you closer whilst instinctively responding to your touch by tipping his head to rest his cheek against your palm, even pressing a few pecks upon your wrist before speaking up in a playful manner, “Anything? What would you say to a collar, then? One with a bold 'S' engraved upon the front? You’ll be my cute little kitten, hm?”  

He then showers the column of your neck with fleeting pecks of affection, even providing your hand with a light squeeze of reassurance shortly after whilst you hum in agreement,“Wait- really? You'd like that?” His fingertips dance across the fair skin of your bare neck, finding himself smiling upon the mere thought of a collar gracing it before nodding in approval and agreement, admiring the upturn of your lips with a mirrored one of his own, “It's decided, then. A collar with my initials, it is. Perhaps- years or possibly months later, you'd even say yes to a ring, hm?”

Your breath catches in your throat at his implication, hands immediately darting up to shield your flushed face as you cry out, “Choi San, you will be the death of me!” You huff and card your fingers through his locks, shooting him a pout as he laughs at your words, “But, I think I’ll like  that.. I love you. Growing old with you sounds like an adventure, so count me in.

Relishing in the glide of your digits across his scalp, he emits a sigh laced with satisfaction before eliciting a light-hearted burst of laughter, “You sound like the very definition of the ideal being and I'm terribly grateful since I'm able to call you mine. I love you too, beautiful. No words shall ever suffice to define my feelings, either.”

You rest a hand atop of one of his, while the other caresses the back of his neck in a soothing matter, fingers curling between the lavender ends of his mullet, nodding fervently at his words, before emitting a quiet chuckle, “You don't know how flattered I am to hear that. No one's ever said something so sweet, and you make me feel appreciated and loved. I can't thank you enough for that. and Honestly, I've fallen for you all the same. You're so charming, so sweet. I really couldn't have asked for anything more. I really do love you, darling.”

“Oh, (y/n),” he murmurs before dipping forth to latch his lips onto your jawline, gently flicking his tongue across your skin before traveling lower to gently graze his teeth along your prominent clavicles with a hushed murmur, “Just what have you done to me, my sweet (y/n)?”  

[dirt-cup-draco]

Ardeth x Reader - Too Late For Us

Hi!! Could I kindly request an Ardeth Bay x Reader (Rick’s sister) where they had history but reader left with Rick and Evelyn to London after the first movie and bc of Alex they now meet again to defeat Imhotep and the Scorpion King, but Ardeth is engaged already to a woman from his tribe and reader is incredible jealous. Both reader and Ardeth still love each other though

When Evy and Rick had come to you, explaining that times were changing for the worst yet again, it went without saying that you would be helping them, right beside your brother and sister-in-law. What didn’t really sink in until you were in a plane, on your way to save the world from danger it couldn’t fathom, was that you would have to see Ardeth. Just as you felt responsibility to your sibling, he felt responsibility to keeping Imhotep buried once and for all. 

“What if he doesn’t want to see me?” Rick just rolled his eyes as you bit at your fingernails, a nervous habit you had thought you had left behind long ago. You also thought you had officially left your feelings behind but it didn’t seem like those had disappeared either. You weren’t ready to see Ardeth yet at the same time you could think of nothing else that would make you happier. The terror and excitement swirled in your stomach and you were left feeling sick. 

“I’m sure he’ll be very pleased to see you,” Evy comforted, hand warm on yours as she gave you a sympathetic look. 

You and Ardeth had grown very close the first time you had met, some invisible force drawing you together that not even the chaos around you could withhold. It had started with longing glances and slight touches, a hand on the small of your back as you tried to stay upright on the shifting sand, your knee bumping against his as you warmed yourselves in front of a fire that Rick had started as the sun set. 

One night everything had snapped into place, the tension growing until neither of you could handle it anymore. Jonathon was curled up in the sand, a bottle grasped in his hand. Evy was laying comfortably in a sleeping bag, Rick dozing peacefully near her. You found it sweet, your brother, whether he would have admitted it then or not, had found the woman for him. Alternatively, you and Ardeth were still awake, shoulder to shoulder and gazing at the stars. You thought that maybe you had found the man for you. 

The both of you had connected eyes at the same time, a sentence pausing in Ardeth’s throat as your closeness rattled him. “I-I was just going to say how beautiful the stars were tonight,” He confessed, looking surprisingly flustered. 

Without another word between the two of you, your lips had engaged in a dance that left your legs feeling weak. His hands were steady and his lips insistent as he pulled you closer, daring to nibble at your lip. You had been putty in his hands. You had both stumbled to a tent, too busy getting lost in the feel of his scruff against your neck and his hands kneading at your hips to think properly. Ardeth had left an impression on you that wasn’t fading, as well as several hickies if you remembered correctly but you hadn’t been complaining. 

After that, you both had little time to be near, let alone intimate. Time passed and when it was your time to leave, you had hesitated. Pulling Ardeth aside you had discussed a future that you could only dream of now, one where you sent letters frequently and stayed in touche, one where you visited and let the seeds of this whirlwind romance grow. 

But, just like in dreams, it was fleeting no matter how many times you tried to fall back asleep and continue the fantasy. 

You held to little bits and pieces, old letters he sent before he halted them completely without another word as well as the memories you shared. You hoped he was alright or that he hadn’t forgotten you at the very least. Did he think of you the way you thought of him? You were shaken from your thoughts as the plane landed, your heart in your head and your logical reasoning gone somewhere out the window. 

With the sun glaring down on you with unforgiving rays, you followed Rick and Evy as they chatted idly. You were too busy ogling the man that you had adored as he came into focus, hopping gracefully from his horse as he greeted your little traveling group with open arms a cheerful grin. “My friends,” His rich voice danced around in your head, turning your every thought to mush. 

Ardeth knew you would be arriving with your brother, it was a certainty. He however hadn’t thought he would feel his chest restrict at the sight of you, his heart aching uncomfortably. You looked like a deer caught in the headlights as you watched him and his stomach turned. Even now and he could see the adoration in your eyes, even if it was veiled by hurt. 

He had enjoyed your company, you had been hypnotizing and strong and Ardeth had been starved for touch, his body in tune with yours. However, when you left it only took him a month or so to realize that he didn’t care for you as you cared for him. Ardeth liked you but your connection had been purely physical, he missed your presence but only as a friend. It had been fun, passionate fun, but only that. He hadn’t had the guts to tell you he didn’t see you two going any further in any aspect besides friendship. 

The months had passed and then years. You were still a brilliant and beautiful woman, even a decade later but the spell you seemed to be under had worn off of him. “Come in,” He urged, his voice strained the slightest bit as he invited you all into his home that was just over the sand dune he had appeared from. “I have had refreshments prepared for you all,” 

“You mean I’ve prepared refreshments,” Came a teasing voice. It was soft and sweet, with a faux edge that made Ardeth’s heart burst with affection. However, you were feeling quite the opposite. It was as if a cold bucket of water had been tossed onto you when you had least been expecting it. A woman with a straight back and bright eyes sauntered into the humble living room you had all gather in, tucking herself into Ardeth’s side as if it was second nature.

You watched as he smiled, the warm expression dropping slightly as he caught your eye. He set his arm over her shoulder, pressing a kiss to her temple but he found he couldn’t look away from the betrayed look in your eyes. What would ease your pain? He wondered momentarily. Ardeth had tried to spare you by cutting off contact, letting you move on as he had, but it seemed he had only hurt you more. 

“Yes, I must give credit where credit is due, my love,” Ardeth cooed. 

Rick grinned, oblivious to the way your heart shattered. “You old dog! How did you manage to land such a knock out?” Rick was charming and she giggled at the compliment. Evy subtly elbowed Rick in the side, her other arm extending but in such a way that no one could see the show of support. You gripped her hand, willing her strength to be yours. It took everything in you to not cry. You had your own doubts, but a part of you had been hoping so badly that he had waited for you like you’d waited for him. 

“I ask myself that every day,” Ardeth answered Rick, eyes now glued lovingly to his lover’s face. “I have been blessed to have her by my side, these past five years have been a dream with her. I couldn’t ask for a better wife,” 

Ardeth emphasized the word. Wife. He has a fucking wife! You nearly whimpered. You had been starry eyed over him for years and here he was, happily married for nearly as long as you two had been separated. He knew you were processing the information, he could see it in the ways your eyes had gone dull, your expression exceptionally blank as you tried not to cry. 

You bit your lip in the hopes it would stop trembling. “How wonderful! Congratulations, friend.” You finally managed, words tasting bitter but sounding saccharine. Evy squeezed your hand as your shoulders shook imperceptibly, your entire body tensing to stop the physical reaction of your heartbreak. It was a cruel joke to bring you back to him only to shove the happiness he had found in your face. 

“Now how about those refreshments, huh?” You pressed, “I’m starving! Anyone else?” Your voice pitched without warning and the group was left looking at you in question before laughing softly. 

“A woman with an appetite, I like you,” Ardeth’s wife grinned, sending you a playful wink. Unbeknownst to her, you had been hoping to jump her husband’s bones not even two hours ago. You tried to smile back but it fell flat. 

“Y/N-” Evy whispered as the others began to filter in to the kitchen, the two of you diddling behind. 

“It’s fine,” You muttered. “It’s too late for us now, my fault I didn’t see that sooner,” Without another word uttered, you locked your heart away and calmed your expression. You were here to save the world, not let it crumble around you. Ardeth gave you an apologetic look and you nodded curtly. An understanding passed between you then. 

Whatever your history had been, it wasn’t to be repeated. 

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Long Way From Home: Chapter 6

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Family/Friendship Characters: Scott, Tracy Family

There’s a lot in this chapter - more compare and contrast, yay! - but the bit I want to mention specifically is one of the major society differences between TOS and TAG, which stems entirely from the 50 years between writing - sexism.  I’ve noticed that a lot of TOS-based fics tend to shift away from or gloss over that, because that’s just how it was in the 60s when TOS was written and there’s no need to honour it (past the Alan/Tin-Tin spats) in modern fanfic.

Normally, I’d agree, but as already mentioned, I’m playing compare and contrast, and quite frankly the sexism was too tempting to pass up.  Now, that does not mean we’ll have City of Fire-esque “crazy woman driver” in the fic because that was writer-sexism, not in-universe, and I’m not about that.  Perceptions of women as delicate flowers who are supposed to be seen and not heard by the male [TOS] cast, though?  We are definitely playing with that, so consider this a warning.  I could go into an entire essay on this, but you’re not here for that, you’re here to see it all through TAG!Scott’s eyes, so let’s let him tell the tale, shall we?

<<<Chapter 5

Scott was on the slippery slope towards a fourth loss – with no wins – when the house trembled slightly. The unmistakable roar of a jet engine in close proximity told him what the cause of it was, and he didn’t need Other-Gordon to confirm it as Thunderbird One.  She might not be his Thunderbird One, and her engine might make a different noise, no doubt due to different technology, but Scott had always had an ear for plane engines.  Having already heard it once, the cry of this universe’s Thunderbird One was instantly recognisable.

“Do you want to finish up first or call it here?” Other-Gordon asked, either correctly assuming that Scott had every intention of seeing his counterpart now he was back, or simply wanting to attend the debrief himself.

“How long do post-flight checks take here?” he replied, eyeing the board with a brain only half concentrating on the game now and trying to work out if he could do anything other than be defeated before Other-Scott finished said checks and emerged from the hangar.

“Scott’ll be out in five minutes, assuming nothing went wrong on the mission,” Other-Gordon told him, glancing down at his watch.  “They weren’t gone long, so it probably all went smoothly.”

“Well I’m not going to get this turned around in five minutes,” he sighed, gesturing at the board, “so we might as well call it.”  Other-Gordon laughed.

“You’re right about that,” he agreed.  “You’re only two moves away from defeat anyway.”  Scott could see that, and knocked his King over to save himself the bother.  Other-Gordon laughed again, and swept the pieces up, packing them away before standing. “Let’s see what my brothers had to deal with this time,” he commented, with barely a hint of bitterness to betray the fact he’d have liked to be on it rather than stuck at home waiting.  Scott pulled himself up out of the comfortable chair he’d got used to sitting in for the past couple of hours.

“Lead the way.”

They got as far as the door before Other-Gordon stopped, looking up at him with a serious expression he hadn’t seen on his face since before they started playing chess.

“Before we do,” he started; Scott instinctively straightened at the tone.  “Knowing you – well, Scott, and assuming it’s something else you two share – you’re no doubt going to be analysing and second-guessing everything the fellas did out on the rescue.  Do me a favour and keep it to yourself.”

Scott blinked.  “What?”

Other-Gordon didn’t budge, arms crossed.  “Your universe and ours have different technology; we’ve all realised that. It’s likely that means you’d make different calls to us, based on what you’d have at your disposal if you were with your own International Rescue.  John and Brains, hell maybe Scott and Virgil, too, will be curious at the differences, but save it until you’re asked.  The debrief isn’t a place for hypotheticals based on other-universe technology and I doubt you’d appreciate it if roles were reversed and it was our Scott butting in on your debriefs.”

Scott sighed.  “You have a point,” he admitted.  Keeping his mouth shut when he had an opinion was not something he was particularly well-practiced in, but Other-Gordon was right. He’d be fuming if someone who knew nothing about International Rescue’s capabilities interrupted his own debriefs. The idea that he didn’t know International Rescue’s capabilities rankled, but he remembered Other-John’s rundown of the situation earlier and how many terms had been unfamiliar to him. Hell, they even had different names for something as fundamental as Thunderbird Two’s modules.  He sighed again, running a hand down his face, to a raised eyebrow from Other-Gordon.

“Everything alright?” the other man asked, and he shrugged.

“You do realise I’m not used to not being in charge?” he asked rhetorically, prompting a laugh from the ginger.

“I had noticed,” he commented dryly.  “Dad’s still going to have a fit if you walk in looking like that, and Scott’s going to want to know what you think you’re doing with his shirt.”

“I’m wearing it,” Scott shrugged.

“Badly,” Other-Gordon retorted, turning away and opening the door, leading the way back towards the lounge – and Not-Dad.  Scott tried not to think about the fact he’d soon be in the older man’s presence again.

“It’s more comfortable this way,” he bit back instead, determined to get the last word.

“It looks sloppy.” Other-Gordon clearly didn’t feel like letting him have it.

“Maybe I don’t like looking like a pampered son of a billionaire.”  Two could play at that game.

“That’s what you are, so own it.”

“Actually, I’m the billionaire,” Scott pointed out, the one result of Dad’s crash he’d finally found himself comfortable with, if only through necessity and the fact that it was how International Rescue could still operate.  “I can look how I want.”

Other-Gordon froze for a fraction of a second before continuing the walk through the villa, a barely-there stumble that told Scott he hadn’t realised that aspect.

“Touché,” he conceded after a moment.  “But I don’t think that’ll wash with either of them.”  Scott shrugged.

“I stopped caring what other people thought a long time ago,” he pointed out.  It was only half a lie – he cared about the opinions of his brothers and closest friends.  He didn’t care about the rest of the world’s opinions.

Or another universe’s.

Other-Gordon chuckled again, jogging up the stairs with Scott hot on his heels before heading for the lounge.  Scott paused as they crossed the threshold, seeing Tin-Tin already there, but he refused to baulk.  Not-Dad was sat behind the desk, looking every inch the man in charge, and he dragged his feet into the room, finding a seat on the edge of the depressed circle and sprawling out on it as though he was at home.

As it happened, his entrance was timed perfectly.  Just as Not-Dad caught sight of him, face drawing into a look of disapproval and mouth opening to dish it out in what would no doubt be a tongue lashing, the section of wall housing the two lamps swung around, revealing Other-Scott.

“I’m back, Dad,” he greeted, a split second before he, too, caught sight of Scott and his new attire. “Hey, what are you wearing?”

“Unless you’re in the habit of keeping anyone else’s clothes in your closet, your clothes,” Scott shrugged, eyeing what the other man was wearing.  Blue rollneck, checkered blue cardigan and dark brown slacks.

Fashion was definitely different in this universe.

“You look disgraceful,” Not-Dad cut in, but he didn’t look over at him.  Their voices were different, so as long as he didn’t look at him, the scolding didn’t hurt so much.  “Do up that shirt properly.”  Scott ignored him, and Other-Gordon’s sing-song I told you so.

Other-Scott was less ignorable, striding up to him and yanking sharply on the sleeve cuffs to unroll them.

“Don’t wreck my clothes,” he complained.  “You’ll stretch the sleeves doing that.”  Scott rolled his eyes and tugged his arms back.  “Dad, someone needs to get him some new clothes; he can’t keep wearing mine.”

“Or the same underpants because he refuses to wear yours,” Other-Gordon cut in.

“Gordon, Tin-Tin’s present!” Not-Dad snapped, although the young woman was tittering quietly and didn’t seem at all mortified.  “We’ll deal with the clothing situation once debrief is over.  In the meantime, wear my son’s clothes properly, young man.”

Scott tugged at the sleeves, smoothing them out again at Other-Scott’s request but not doing up any buttons.

“Are you always this insolent?” Not-Dad demanded when he realised Scott wasn’t obeying him.  “What does it take to get some respect in my own house?”

Hiding his reluctance, Scott turned his head to meet his eyes.  Not-Dad’s eyes were still a hard steely grey; both Other-John and Other-Gordon had mentioned that the two of them clashing was inevitable, and Scott could tell that they were right.  He should defer to the other man – it was his home, and he was the one in charge of the people that could get him home – but even considering doing so made his heart rebel violently.

He hadn’t protected his family and his father’s legacy for the past eight years by backing down, and he wasn’t about to start now.

“I respect people who earn it,” he said pointedly.  “You don’t get a free pass just because you’re rich and powerful; I’ve rescued too many rich and powerful people from their own stupidity for that.” Francois Lemaire came to mind. The reasoning behind birthday parties in the Mariana Trench and flying into a comet’s coma still boggled him.

Not-Dad looked taken aback, as though the idea of earning respect was foreign to him.  Or maybe it was the fact that he admittedly looked just like the man’s eldest son, so maybe hearing that from him was a shock to the system.

“What about International Rescue?” the man asked, and Scott shrugged.

“What about it?”

“Does that not get your respect?”

“I can respect what an organisation does without respecting the man behind it,” he pointed out, coolly.  “The fact that you’re International Rescue tells me that you’ll do everything you can to get me home, and I respect that.”

“So you don’t respect us,” Not-Dad said flatly, a hint of anger in his tone, and Scott shrugged.

“I don’t know you,” he reminded the room at large.  “You’re an alternate universe version of my family, and I’m still working out what that means.  I trust you to help me, but respect?  I don’t know you well enough for that.”

“He’s got a point, Dad,” Other-Scott said, perching on the arm of the neighbouring chair.  The support was unexpected, but welcome. “Just because he looks like me doesn’t mean he is me.”

“You’re pretty similar,” Other-Gordon piped up, and Scott rolled his eyes.

“That’s not what you said earlier,” he reminded him.  Other-Gordon simply shrugged.

“I’m working with more information now.”

“What information?” Not-Dad demanded, and Scott sent the ginger a glare, realising too late that the younger man had never agreed not to share their conversation in the hangar. Other-Gordon was too sharp for his liking.  Was his Gordon going to end up that difficult to wrangle in four years, or was it just because despite appearances he wasn’t Other-Gordon’s brother?

“I spent the last three hours playing chess against him,” Other-Gordon informed the room.  To his surprise, Other-Scott laughed.

“You couldn’t beat him either?  Gordon’s a demon when it comes to chess.”

“I can’t say I expected to win,” Scott admitted.  “That’s a fact in both universes.”  Other-Gordon preened, and Not-Dad sat back in his desk chair, clearly deciding to let them talk without his intervention.

That act felt a little bit more like Dad, and Scott looked away, the never-healed hole in his heart throbbing painfully.  Other-Gordon sent him a sharp look, but said nothing.  Other-Scott watched the silent exchange with confusion; Scott didn’t plan on enlightening him, even if he was probably drawing his own conclusions.

Scott looked around as Other-Gordon carried the conversation, talking a mile a minute about chess with – or rather, at – his eldest brother, who slumped off of the arm of the chair he was perching on to sit in it properly.  Scott could relate to the post-mission exhaustion, and felt a stab of jealousy that as soon as debrief was over, Other-Scott didn’t have to worry about it anymore.  Not-Dad would take it all from there.

No wonder he wasn’t going grey yet.

The photos on the wall had changed.  Gone were the five relaxing young men, lounging around in their civvies. Instead, there were photos of the same five young men all wearing IR blue and coloured sashes, posed just like their own portraits at home.  He couldn’t believe they still wore those damn hats, then again, that was something he’d scrapped after Dad’s crash.  Not-Dad clearly liked the things enough to still keep them, although he wondered if they really wore them all the time.

Their baldrics, although they looked more like sashes than baldrics, matched the colours Other-Scott had rattled off earlier – lilac for Other-John, yellow for Other-Virgil, orange for Other-Gordon and white for Other-Alan.  Other-Scott himself had blue, and Scott wondered how much of a say they’d had in their colours.  At home, they matched their Thunderbirds, but Thunderbird One here was still the same colour scheme.

“Operation Cover-Up was in effect last time you were in here,” Other-Gordon commented.  “If you’re wondering why the pictures are different.”  He turned back to look at him and discovered the room was staring at him.  Of course they were.

“Operation Cover-Up?” he asked, frowning.  “What’s that?”

Other-Scott narrowed his eyes, but it was Not-Dad that replied, frowning back at him in return.

“Surely you have one of your own?” he inquired.  “The identity of International Rescue must be kept secret, after all.”

Scott had almost forgotten about that; the first one of Dad’s rules to fly out of the window, not that he’d been able to do anything about it.

“I wish,” he muttered. While having their identities was useful at times, being dogged and recognised at a glance whenever they were out in public – and unable to let visitors onto the island without extensive background checks because otherwise they’d go snooping – was beyond tiring. Even their location wasn’t as hidden as he’d like, especially not now the GDF knew it – Colonel Casey promised it was a high level clearance secret, but that didn’t change the fact there were people in the GDF that knew.

“Are you saying it’s not a secret in your universe?” Not-Dad demanded, and Scott shrugged.

“The world’s not stupid.” He slumped back in his chair, hyper aware that everyone in the room was watching him with varying levels of interest and disbelief.  “Billionaire ex-Astronaut Jeff Tracy goes missing the exact same time the Commander of IR does.  Two and two makes four.  Not even John and Lady P could cover that up.”  Especially not with the Hood leaking the information left, right and centre before going underground, as though killing his Dad wasn’t enough damage.  “Best we’ve got is that most of the world don’t know where we live.”

“How are you still operating?” Other-Scott asked, beating his father to it by barely a second, judging by Not-Dad’s opened mouth.  “Aren’t people trying to steal the technology?”

Scott groaned.  “All the damn time.  Island’s on permanent lockdown – no-one’s allowed on or off without our security’s approval.  The GDF-” Other-John hadn’t known what that was “-the world military suffers us because we’re better at saving people than them and they know it.  Our godmother being a Colonel helps a lot.”  He ran a hand over his face again, feeling drained just thinking about the mess he had to deal with daily to keep IR running.

How would they manage without him?  Would the GDF force them to shut down, or would John or Virgil step up?  How far did Colonel Casey’s reach go; could she still keep them out of trouble with the GDF?

“Scott?”  It was Other-Gordon that spoke, but when he pulled his hand away from his face it was Not-Dad he looked at.

“It’s possible to operate when the world knows who you are, but it’s a damn headache.”

“Language!” the man barked. “There are women present.”  Scott rolled his eyes, under no illusions that Tin-Tin and Mrs Tracy hadn’t heard worse.

“Gee, so that’s why you’re going grey,” Other-Gordon chipped in, and Scott glowered at him half-heartedly.  “And here I was thinking I was going to need to see if Scott was hiding some dye somewhere.”

“Gordon,” Other-Scott growled.  The ginger put his hands up.

“Just saying; it seemed suspicious that he’s going grey and you’re not.”

“Why would I be going grey already?” Other-Scott demanded.  “I’m thirty.”

“And he’s twenty-seven, so that argument doesn’t hold any water, old chap,” Other-Gordon retorted.

“Wait, what?”  All eyes fell on Scott again, and he sent another withering glance Other-Gordon’s way.  The ginger wasn’t saying anything he’d explicitly wanted not said, but he was definitely skirting around dangerously close to the edge.  “It’s not twenty-sixty-five where you’re from?” Other-Scott continued, and Scott froze.

“Twenty-what?” he asked.  That… didn’t make sense.  That didn’t make sense at all.  He’d be thirty-two in 2065, not thirty.  Then again, the age gaps between Virgil, Gordon and Alan were also different between the two universes, so maybe he shouldn’t be surprised.

“I take it that’s a no?” Other-Scott replied, and he shrugged.

“Twenty-sixty.”

“That’s weird.”

“Tell me about it,” Scott groaned.  “I need to tell your Brains this stuff but apparently I’m not allowed to disturb him.”

“What ‘stuff’?” Tin-Tin asked, inserting herself in the conversation.  “Have you worked anything out?”

“Scott and I were playing spot the difference earlier,” Other-Gordon chipped in.  “Seems there’s a few more differences than we thought.”

“Like different dates of birth,” Other-Scott noted.  “I was twenty-five in twenty-sixty, not twenty-seven.  Is your birthday April fourth?”

Scott nodded, relieved that at least one thing was the same.

“Different age gaps, too,” Other-Gordon pointed out.

“Your brothers are closer in age?” Not-Dad asked.  “It can’t be the opposite, or you’d be too young to operate.”  Scott winced; the topic was getting too close to areas he didn’t want it, and unlike Other-Gordon, Not-Dad and probably Other-Scott wouldn’t let the matter of Alan’s age drop.  “They’re not?”  Not-Dad sounded startled, and he realised the wince had given him away.  “But-”

He stood up suddenly.

“Let me know when you’re debriefing,” he said, and walked out.  Dammit all; he’d said he wouldn’t run away, and he knew he couldn’t keep Alan’s age from Not-Dad and Other-Scott forever, but he wasn’t ready to see the disapproval on Not-Dad’s face.  Not when it was so like Dad’s.

“Scott!”  It was a woman’s voice �� Tin-Tin’s, to be precise, and he reluctantly turned to see the younger woman following him hurriedly. With the topic of ages on his mind, he realised she was probably a similar age to Kayo, not older like the Tracy family seemed to be.  Something else that made no sense.

“What is it?” he asked her as she came to a stop in front of her.  No-one else emerged from the lounge; whether they were talking about him, or had decided to entrust him to Tin-Tin, he didn’t know.

“I want to hear about these differences,” she said firmly.  “Brains is busy with the data he already has, but I’m not.”  She put a hand on his arm and directed him towards the stairs.

“What do you mean?” he asked, following her with the reminder that she was this universe’s Kayo stuck in his mind.  Just because she didn’t look as dangerous, didn’t mean she wasn’t.

“You recognised my father’s name, but not mine,” she observed.  “Let’s start at the beginning; good day, it’s very nice to meet you.  My name is Tin-Tin Kyrano and my primary role on the island is as Brains’ assistant.”

That was different, but the words ‘Brains’ assistant’ stuck out like a lifeline.  He smiled at her and stuck out his hand.  “Good day, and it’s very nice to meet you.  The name’s Scott Tracy and in my universe I’m the commander of International Rescue.”  She looked at his hand for a moment before grasping it.  Her grip was light but firm and he knew his initial impressions had been correct – she was not a woman to be crossed.

If she could help get him home, he had no intentions of crossing her.

“Well, now that we’re introduced,” she smiled, guiding him back towards the infirmary but stopping in front of a different door, pushing it open to reveal a homely sitting area, “perhaps we should talk about those differences Brains needs to know about. Come in; we still have fifteen minutes before Thunderbird Two gets back, and the boys won’t be ready for debrief for another fifteen after that.”

It was only after he entered that he saw the king-sized bed, surrounded with drapes, in an alcove of the room and realised it must be her bedroom.

“Take a seat,” she invited, gesturing to a plush loveseat.  “Would you like something to drink?”

“If you have coffee that would be amazing,” he admitted, and she laughed.

“I think the American men on this island would all stop functioning if we didn’t have coffee,” she smiled, heading for a coffee press in the corner of the room.  Scott wondered why that was there when the kitchen was just down the hall.  “How do you take it?”

“However I can get it,” Scott admitted.  “But ideally a splash of milk and a sugar.”

“Just like our Scott,” she commented.  “How you men live off so much caffeine, I will never understand.  Your blood must be more coffee than blood at this rate.”

Scott smiled dryly. “Something like that.”

“I must confess I’m curious – what am I like in your universe?” she asked as she set the water to boil.  “You don’t look at me like you do the boys.”

“Kayo – Tanusha, but we call her Kayo after she put me down in a sparring session – is… different to you,” Scott admitted.  “She’s a tomboy, our head of security after Kyrano… left.  Grew up with us as a sister, jumps into a fight first chance she gets. I have to hold her back more than all of my brothers combined.”

Kayo would be going ballistic that he vanished right under her nose, even though she hadn’t been on the island at the time.  He hoped she wouldn’t follow in Kyrano’s footsteps and vanish after ‘failing’ him. His brothers still needed her, whatever else happened.

Tin-Tin made a noise of surprise.  “I assumed she must have been different, but that is very different,” she observed. The kettle whistled, steam pouring out of it, and she decanted the contents into the coffee press.  “She gets into fights?  Whatever do people think of that?”

“Kayo doesn’t care,” Scott shrugged.  “She usually wins them, anyway.”

“That’s not particularly ladylike,” Tin-Tin observed, although she didn’t sound particularly scandalised about it.  “Is that common in your universe?  You mentioned your godmother’s a Colonel in the military..?”

Scott thought to how Not-Dad had been so strict on language in front of her, and frowned.

“Are women generally treated like they’re made of glass here, or is that just him?” he asked. “Grandma, Kayo and Lady P would have all had something to say if someone specifically cleaned up their language in front of them because they’re female.”

“As a general rule they think we’re delicate flowers, yes,” Tin-Tin confirmed, carrying a tray with two cups on it over to the table.  One was clearly his coffee, while the other looked like another herbal tea.  “Your attitude is quite refreshing, although when Mr Tracy isn’t around the boys lose the gentlemanly airs a little.”

“When you live with a sister who can kick your ass seven ways to Sunday and a Grandma with a sharp tongue you learn women aren’t made of glass pretty damn quick,” Scott shrugged.

“I suppose you would,” she agreed, pulling out a notebook and pencil.  “That seems like quite the incentive, but while you’re here, at least try to pretend you think we’re made of glass.”  She winked.  “It somewhat ruins the deception if a man sees through it.”

That was a very Lady Penelope response, and Scott made a mental note of that.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he agreed, before looking pointedly at the notebook.  “You had questions?”

“Those differences Gordon alluded to,” she confirmed.  “I’ll write them down and give them to Brains to look at once he’s finished with the information he currently has.”  Scott nodded his head and began to talk about the differences he and Other-Gordon had realised earlier.

The different age gaps – Tin-Tin let out a small gasp when she found out Alan was only fifteen, but didn’t comment, much to his relief – and the different years of birth had already been somewhat covered in the lounge, but he also mentioned the differences in appearance, describing them as best he could and failing utterly at anything past “John’s hair is ginger, Virgil’s is black, Gordon’s is blond, and they’re all kinda younger-looking”.  His observation of different fashions, their earlier discussion on perception of women, and even an attempt into the technological differences also made their way into Tin-Tin’s rapidly filling notebook.  At some point they heard the sound of a rumbling engine, deeper than Thunderbird One’s, and he recognised it as this universe’s Thunderbird Two.  Tin-Tin barely reacted, only mentioning off-handedly that they had about fifteen minutes left before continuing their conversation.

She steered clear of asking any questions about what had happened to his Dad, which he appreciated. That wound had been rubbed raw more than enough for one day, what with his initial outburst, Other-John’s quiet probing and Other-Gordon’s outright interrogation.  She did, however, manage to steer the conversation towards his grandmother, and almost fell out of her chair when she discovered Sally Tracy couldn’t cook.

“However do you boys keep yourselves fed?” she demanded.  “If it’s not Mrs Tracy, my father, or Kayo?”

Scott shrugged. “Take-out or snatching time to cook between missions,” he admitted.  “One good thing about the world knowing we’re IR is that if I use Thunderbird One, take-out’s still hot by the time I get it back.”  She laughed at that for a moment before turning serious again.

“But you boys must have a balanced diet,” she worried.  “There’s no way you can keep up with the physical demands of International Rescue without one.”

“We manage,” he assured her. “When John’s home we lock him in the kitchen; he’s by far the best cook out of the five of us.”  That elicited another laugh, although she looked halfway cross with herself for it.  “We can all cook at least enough to survive.”  She didn’t look entirely convinced, but with an entire universe between them, there wasn’t much she could do about it and the topic reluctantly got dropped.

“This is a lot of differences,” she said instead, looking down at her pages and pages of small, scrawling handwriting.  Scott could barely read it, but it had also been a long time since he’d had to read anything handwritten that wasn’t his own writing – and even that was unusual. Why handwrite when you had computers to do that for you?  “Most of them are small enough to work around while you’re here, but the differing years suggest your universe is five years younger than ours, and I’m not sure if there’s any significance about the different years of birth.  That’s something Brains or John might understand better.”

He nodded his understanding, his chest feeling lighter now he felt like they were getting somewhere. Baby steps to be sure, and Other-John’s gentle reminder that it could take years still rang in his ears, but progress was progress.

“Now, it’s about time for the debrief to start,” she said, checking her own watch.  Scott did the same, but the analogue dial taunted him, reminding him that he needed to learn to read it sooner rather than later – although that meant finding someone to teach him.  “Alan and Virgil should be all cleaned up by now.”

Scott drained the remains of his coffee and stood up, empty cup in hand.

“Oh, leave the cup on the table,” Tin-Tin told him.  “I’ll clean it up later.”

“If you’re sure,” he said dubiously – Grandma would have his hide for leaving dirty crockery anywhere that wasn’t the kitchen, and even then it was expected to be cleaned immediately. Rescues were the only permissible excuse to do otherwise.

“Perfectly,” she assured him, hand once again on his arm.  “Come on, let’s go hear about what the boys did today.”  With one last glance at the cup, and noticing that Tin-Tin had picked up her notebook, he let the young woman nudge him out of the room and headed for the stairs up to the lounge again.

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