#so uhhh sneak peak of me right now

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

you overworking yourself. working day and night, even during your spare time. getting ahead in everything for no particular reason- maybe it's because you're bored. trying so hard to relax but feeling crushing guilt that you're not working, not being productive when you could be completing things. feeling nervous whenever you're not working, because what if you don't really have enough time tomorrow and the next day to get it done? what if you fall behind? there's a little satisfaction when you complete something, but it's always replaced by the need to continue, to do more, until you've been working so long that the sun has gone down and your eyes hurt. working so much that you're constantly aching, spine popping at every movement, and find it hard to breathe when you try to sleep, your frantic thoughts consuming you. Foul Legacy Childe noticing how silent you've been, the way you immediately go to your office once you get home. he tries so hard not to worry, since you're always doing your best and working hard, but he still can't help but see how stressed and ill you look. when you start forgetting to eat, he decides that's enough, and heads to your office. you're in there, as usual, scribbling on some papers, and when you look up Childe's heart breaks from how tired you look. a whine builds in his throat as he approaches, kneeling beside your chair, concern flooding his gaze at the sight of your flat, exhausted expression. his hand raises to your head, gently cupping your cheek with his claws, and after a moment you lean into his touch, shaking fingers gripping his talons when he tries to pull away. your breaths come out erratically, and Childe sweeps you into his arms and turns your head towards him, slowly inhaling and exhaling deeply in hopes that you'll mimic him. he nearly croons in relief when your breathing eases, leaving you clinging weakly to his fluff to stay upright. with a weary smile you try to dislodge yourself from his arms, but Childe's hold merely tightens, pulling you away from your office and those horrid, cursed papers. he sits you on the couch and vanishes into the kitchen, your knees against your chest as nasty thoughts begin to fill your head, your nails digging into your skin. there's a worried coo to your right and you look up to see Childe with a plate of snacks and water, close to tears at your current state. he nudges the plate to you, leaning on your shoulder and letting out encouraging chirps and trills whenever you take a bite or sip. when you've eaten your fill he wraps a blanket around you both to create a little nest, cradling you in his arms and rocking back and forth. Childe places one clawed hand delicately over your heart, soothingly pressing down to calm its rapid beating, and your guilt slowly begins to wash away as you yawn and cuddle against his chest, listening to his happy purrs fill your ears. for the first time in a long while, you sleep peacefully in Foul Legacy's arms.

[sinner-sunflower]

P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 12/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22, PART 23, PART 24, PART 25, PART 26

If you guys see any changes when re-reading a chapter, means that I'm just proofreading and editing it haha

I proofread after I post something. Anyone interested in being a beta reader/proofreader?

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Lucifer is anxious.

After his no more than 10 minute nap was interrupted by the arrival of Belphegor, they were the only 2 in the room. The Sin of Sloth all but ordered that no one enters Lucifer's quarters until she is has looked him over and deemed fine and safe.

He didn't even get to see Charlie but Belphegor in doctor mode is someone he doesn't want to be difficult with.

He could hear the rest of the Sins beyond the door, probably pushing each other to try and sneak a peak or hear something. It reminds him of the time when the Sins first came into existence and acted like clingy children to him and Lilith.

With all the experience he had with them, he still managed to fuck up with Charlie.

Belphegor: -head?

Oh, Bel was talking.

Lucifer: Hmm?

She purses her lips at his inattentiveness and type something on her tablet. This can't be good.

Belphegor: I asked how is your head?

Lucifer: Still attached to me.

Bel gave him a deadpan look.

Belphegor: Very funny.

Lucifer: I am a clown.

Belphegor: Do not let Mammon hear you say that, he might include you as one of his trademark jesters.

Bel fired a few more standard questions and despite her doubts, he was honestly feeling fine. His body and mind is just craving sleep right now but he's in not any sort of pain. Plus, it's not like Bel can cure his problem no matter how good she and her meds are.

Belphegor: Charlie mentioned stuff came out of you? Like dark smoke?

Lucifer: You have to take her word for it because I have no idea what was happening. I was basically asleep the whole time. You should check on her too though. She looks worse than I did.

Belphegor: Yes. Maybe next time, inform one of us of your whereabouts so that the princess doesn't have a mental breakdown when she finds you near dead.

Lucifer: Yeah yeah. But I was only there for a nap. Honest! You know how these Heaven trips are always so tiring, Bel.

Belphegor: Which brings me to my next question, how long have you been coming and going into Heaven?

Lucifer: Uhhh I don't know what you're talking about.

Belphegor: Don't think I did not get that slip of tongue. You said trips.

Lucifer: Did I? I meant trip. Cos this is the first time I've come back there. Yep.

Belphegor: You are supposed to be the father of lies yet you cannot even make up a good enough excuse when the situation calls for it.

Lucifer: Ouch.

Belphegor: So, how long have you been making your secret Heavenly trips without us knowing…… Your Majesty.

Ahhh ever so respectful, even when she's scolding him.

Lucifer: It looks like you already had your suspicions even before I fucked it up.

Belphegor: Opening a portal to a place that is obviously not the entrance to Heaven, having a key to open said portal to a private quarters, not one message above for a permission. It's not rocket science.

Lucifer: Jeez. I didn't even know you were watching that intently.

Belphegor: What servant would I be if I did not keep an eye on my King.

Lucifer: Ain't a good servant supposed to follow their King with no questions asked? This is feeling a lot like an interrogation.

Belphegor: You are correct. And you have mine and the Sins' unyielding loyalty. But.. it does appear like you've forgotten a simple detail.

Lucifer: Oh yeah? And what's that?

Belphegor: You are our big brother. We value you as our family, not simply as royalty.

Lucifer doesn't know what to say to that. Instead he opts to steer the subject.

Lucifer: Do the others know?

Belphegor: I do not think so. And I have half a mind to let them loose on you but.. no. I have a very good inkling you don't want anyone to know of your endeavours.

Lucifer: Just don't tell them. Not yet.

He know Bel won't but he still wants to ask anyway.

Belphegor: Very well. But you are not answering my question. How. Long?

Lucifer can't help but gulp. There's really no getting out of this one. He's a bit glad it's Bel and not anyone else. If there's anyone of the Sins who knows how to keep something to themselves, it's the Sin of Sloth.

Thankfully, she's also too focused on the fact that he's having secret meetings in Heaven than what happened back at the palace.

Lucifer: ….More or less 5000 years ago. It was Michael who reached out first. No one else knows except my siblings up there.

Belphegor: Not even the head Seraphim?

Lucifer: As far as Sera is concerned, I am still banned from setting foot beyond the pearly gates.

Belphegor: Why would the Archangel Michael take that risk then? If found out, would that not affect his standing in Heaven?

Lucifer: At first it was just to stay up to date. He said that he didn't fully trust the council but I think that's just an excuse to have me alone with no one hovering. It's not frequent enough that anyone in Heaven will be able to sense me. But I stopped going when the extermination was proposed.

He took Bel's silence as a cue to continue.

Lucifer: Long before the Fall, Michael and I promised never to lie to each other. And during those secret meetings, I still thought that. I told him everything. But he never told me about the extermination so I guess it was just me upholding that promise. I'm such a fool.

He buries his face in his hands because the he really is a fool. Michael wasn't the only one pretending everything was okay; that anything barely changed. Lucifer hopes that Belphegor doesn't take his secrecy the wrong way.

He just wanted to be the little brother again.

Belphegor: You are a fool.

He can't help but shot Belphegor a pitying look but she puts up a hand before he could say something.

Belphegor: But so was I when I kept that secret that almost destroyed all of Hell. So was Satan for antagonizing the Son of God on Earth which consequently made them think it was you. So was Asmodeus for making his crystals and allowing illegal travels on the human world. So was Mammon when he tried to sue you for the first time and sent you to one of your self-isolation punishments. So was Leviathan for picking a fight with Lilith when you were already in distress. So was Beelzebub for almost letting you drink yourself to death. And so was Lilith for leaving.

The Sin of Sloth moves in front of him so their knees are touching. Bel had never been a touchy person. Much like Alastor, small gestures of touch are her way of shouting her love for you.

He'll forever be honored to be on the receiving end of those kinds of affection because he knows that those gifts given only to people who they think they deserve.

Belphegor: We're fools and we must learn from it. Was it not you who gave humanity the gift of knowledge? Who gave us life? Who gave us free will? So now you have the free will to choose if you'll remain one.

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I don't know why but I love writing Belphegor so much. It's the way she talks that is just easy to keep writing.

Anyway, continuation of this is tomorrow!

I only wanted a Bel and Luci chapter again, you'll see the rest of the Sins and Charlie again tomorrow!

Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!

[mustbemosstaken]

do you have any fics im progress rnn? Can we geta sneak peek?

So, two answers kinda.

Do I have any fics in progress? Yes and no, I guess? Work and life have kept me really busy for a while now, and whenever I get to write it’s mostly been original stuff which I don’t post publicly, and also I haven’t super been in the mood to write smut recently. But I do have a few E-fics for Fable which I want to finish sometime.

As for a sneak peak at some of those, uhhh, sure? I have two main ones rn. There’s nothing like,,, super explicit in these screenshots but like,,, heads up for very softcore smut below the barrier thing

One is a Nightingstar modern AU fic, with Wolf working in a coffee shop. It’s technically a band au fic? Or at least in the same timeline as my other band au fics, but there isn’t really anything band related about it. I just saw the setting and was like “mmm, coffee shop sex”. So here’s that:

And the second fic is a Ulysses/c!Ven one, actually. Very canon compliant type shit. I don’t remember which one exactly but on some stream (and also on tumblr) Connor and Ven seemed adamant these two had fucked so… I dunno I thought it’d be interesting to write. It was supposed to be really horny and then it just kinda became really sad and emotional too and I wasn’t sure on the direction to take it, so I’m still toying with things.

There’s one or two other things I have like,,, really rough drafts for. There was an old Ghaae fic from s2 with the concept of Rae suddenly having a horn to pull/hold on to but I don’t love it. I had an among us au fic started, but Ghaaeghaae kinda did one of those and did a similar premise way better. I wasn’t super around at the end of s3 at times, so I feel like I missed prime time for Wet Birds, but I don’t have the motivation right this second to come up with an idea for it, even if I think it could be neat. Maybe once I catch up on stuff like Bound and Cantripped I might do something with those if there’s a demand (people should let me know if they have recommendations for characters I should look closely at). Stuff for my other fandoms I usually post to a different account, which I won’t reveal here because it reveals too much about my fandoms honestly lmao

Anyway this was a really long post hope it answered your question and that y’all enjoy those few sneak peeks <3

[i-starcreamed]

Y/N: NO

Scourge, legimately pausing for a second: shit <- realized he's gotten attached

Then he turns around, points the gun at his fellow cons, they both demand why, he just motions to Y/N and then Nightbird and Battlerap look at eachother, nod, and just yell at the lady at the console to "hurry it up" and BAM they start to kill Unicorns helpers

I figure it'd make for a cool scene if we could see Scourge fight for control over his own body though like, listen

The light in him flickers bright and true, like a flame of a great pyre that'd be sure to burn till the days end, the weight of his internal battle forces him to the ground as he lets out a horrific screech, one that nearly deafens everyone around him. The metal of his chest glows in an orange hue, as if melting iron in a furnace, chains of electricity bending and twisting as he struggles for control over his own body, forcing every single drop of Unicorns filth out of his spark, something dark, something... angry spilling from the chamber that held his very being. It could not talk, it could not move, it could simply exist, yet it made them feel little but disgust and fear. Something about the bright orange, flicking right put a sense of doom into them, as if something was chasing them, hunting them, like a predator preparing to strike just as the hunter turns their back. Something was in that flickring flame. Something that wanted them dead, dead, dead, dead.

But, he could sense it too. He sensed the fear, the panic the terror, something so deep he'd never felt it before, not from them, not even when he'd taken them. This, this was something else entirely. Even after being abducted by something so much larger, they hadn't felt fear like this before, and he never wanted them to feel it ever again.

Now he burned brightly, a gentle hue of red eminating from his chest, something gentler, yet somehow just as violent.

"Taint me no longer"

How he could grap that vile thing, they weren't sure of, but nonetheless the feeling left with the flick of his wrist, sending the orange light back to it's owner.

"Close it"

He was like a man on a mission, by all means he should be the predator, the jaguar that sinks it's teeth into the unsuspecting ant eater, yet they felt not fear as he reached them, felt nothing but relief when he reached to take them in his hands, filled with joy when he transformed into a car, speeding away from the portal as fast as he could.

In short, human cute, he fucking spits Unicorn out of him, life happy

I'll make this longer but uhhh. Sneak peak

🦂

OMG WHATTT, this is so well written you don’t even know…we love emotional and morally conflicted(?) scourge tbh

[rawliverandcigarettes]

Not asking for spoilers or sneak peaks, but for my sanity's sake I hoped to learn what kind of ending you have/hope to have for Halfway Home? Even musings would be fine (my brain wants something to chew on) (if you please)

Helloooo!!

So. I need you to understand that I had an internet access problem for a couple of days; so I returned to Tumblr and was met with such delightful and incredible gestures of enthusiasm from you, and this made me so very very very happy!!!

I kind of failed to find a way to articulate it in a way that was both productive and interesting for anyone that wasn't me, so I kind of abandoned this project of exploring how Halfway Home's release made me feel, but one thing that I did feel was that, apart from some truly wonderful exceptions, I felt like I had failed to find the right audience for this story. Of course I always knew it would be a niche project, especially with a trigger warning list as long and unforgiving as this one, but I still felt as if I couldn't find where the people who would connect with this weird convoluted project were, especially as the Mass Effect fandom was dwindling down by the day.

So to find so many wonderful messages in my inbox???? what a treat!!! I'm genuinely so very happy you found value in my work! <3

So!!! Now to actually answer your question ;_;

I'm currently (?? currently is very generous wording, I have definitively been taking a break for about six months) working on The Empire of Preys, which is at once a sequel, a prequel and a standalone of Halfway Home; it takes place about a year before Shlee's hatching and follows a colorful cast of complicated characters trying to navigate a "post-first contact war but pre-the mass effect series has started" world and its various spheres. It's multi PoVs (5 of them!!) and I should start making proper presentation posts soon!

So while this does reveal a lot of things regarding Halfway Home's plot (character motivations will become much clearer, as well as the stakes of the world beyond "Reapers vaporizing everybody should be avoided if possible <3"), it's not exactly a direct sequel. The in-world explanation for this extremely extensive flashback is to serve as the reply to Shlee's final question, asking to be told everything else beyond his own name --and Nagatha answering.

There is another story planned after this one, which is called Override, and this one *does* take place immediately after Halfway Home, but with ¤*added context*¤. I am still fighting with the outline on this one, as closing all of the threads is pretty difficult, but some stuff will be happening in there that I've been planning since I was 20 years old, and I'm still super excited about it! One thing that I'm trying to do, mostly failing but trying, is to really multiply the PoVs in this one, so the story escapes Shlee's very narrow and severly broken mindview and become a collective act involving as many perspectives as possible. I was trying to have each chapter become a different point of view, but I think I will have to partially give up on this idea for uhhh practical plot reasons. But the platonic ideal of this story jumps PoVs around constantly in my heart.....

In terms of the kind of ending.... It's pretty hard to say? I don't want it to end awfully, like I want to strive for hope and fight tooth and nail for this hope --while never forgetting how hard, fleeting and proactive hope can be as an act instead of a mere feeling-- but obviously the world keeps on being the world, and while it can and should be reinvented as better, actually getting there is never that simple (not to mention that what "better" is will always be up for debate).

I don't know if that answers the question but thank you so very very much for your asks!!! And everything else!!!! Thank you for having read the story ;_;

[asksquidbeakagents]

“Hey Lana. Welcome home,” Marigold called out as the octoling walked into the apartment, attention focused on something on the stove.

“Hey Goldie. Cooking something?” Lana asked, kicking off her boots.

“Mulled Cider. Want some? And before you ask, it’s soft cider or whatever you call cider that doesn’t contain alcohol.”

“Not sure there is a phrase for that, though I suppose soft cider would make sense,” Lana said, grabbing a pair of mugs out of the cabinet and handing them over.

“Thank you.”

Marigold hummed softly as she filled the mugs, before carrying them over to the table.

“So any reason for the cider or were you just in the mood?” Lana asked.

“Just wanted something warm and the grocery store was offering a sale on cider and mulling spices,” Marigold responded.

Lana hummed and the pair sat in silence for a minute, before Lana spoke up.

“Work on anything interesting at work recently?”

“Nah, not really, though I did get a sneak peak at the paper for next week on my lunch break. Apparently they’re finally announcing the plans for the Great Zapfish’s little ones.”

“One sent to that city with Salmonid troubles and the other four kept here, right?”

“You overheard me tell Lemon that? But yeah, though I do wonder how the math works out. I know our energy requirements went down now that Splatsville is hosting the main turf war league but still.”

“It would take two babies to power the city.”

“Hmm?” Marigold said, looking up at Lana who was staring into her cider.

“I, uhhh, got curious. The little ones should give off just under half the power Mama Zapfish could, and with the energy needs of the city dropping two would be able to get the job done,” Lana said, looking up at Marigold and smiling softly. “Sorry, today’s just been stressful, I’m tired.”

Marigold nodding, smiling back. “I get it. Just remember you can talk to me if you need to.”

“Thanks Goldie.”

[nilti-luck]

oh shit its past midnight already post time! Day 10

I uhhh woke up at like 1 pm today after staying up until 5 am haha oops i really need to fix that I'm still looking into duolingo alternatives, I'm trying to work up the gumption to quit using it, but my streak T>T i dont wanna lose ittttt WaniKani is really cool? so far anyway, i just unlocked the first kanji and holy shit its hard ive never had to actually make an effort to remember mnemonics i usually dont like them but yeesh. The meanings make sense though so far, just remembering each pronunciation is hard cause I already learned a few of them on duo, but since duo hates explaining anything, it never told me what on'yomi was, so I have no idea if what i learned was that or not but i do know that the pronunciations i know are wrong? (not wrong just not what wanikani is teaching me right now, which is sound based reading or smth like that)

I really dont like the idea of spending money on something that I'm treating as a side hobby, but im willing to shill for one (1) app thats good.

Oh yea! I did write a bit late last night (early morning?) and then i had a brain worm plot bunny attack me while i was at work, so I have a cute ficlet idea for later. its very funny to me though because to anyone else the characters and the setting make no sense, because its based on my own little cinematic universe of fanfics ive never posted anywhere (if you want a sneak peak: Why in the world is Albedo's innocent alchemy assistant getting arrested by the General Mahamatra the second they step foot inside Sumeru City? And why is her list of crimes so damn long??)

[jokenotfunny]

sneak peak for one of the future chapters of - 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲?

stranger things x wandavision!au

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hawkins, indiana | y/l/n residence |

“i’m so screwed. i’m so screwed. i’m so screwed! robin, i can’t do this!” you paced around in your kitchen.

“sorry i’m just a little confused still. that’s not eddie?” she said, her and steve not looking away from the men in your living room through the pass-through.

“nope! and i can’t get away from him long enough to see where they’re actually from!” you sighed, pointing at the pristine-looking one with bright clothes and short hair, sitting on your couch, waving at you frantically, with a wide smile.

to give context, you awoke this morning, with eddie, at least you thought it was eddie, standing over you in old timey clothing (way older than the 60’s) and he started babbling off in a british accent.

now at first you thought he was just pranking you, i mean after all he was creepily good at an english accent for some reason. but the second you noticed his hair underneath his white boater hat, you realized it couldn’t be, because your eddie would never cut his hair that short again. he told you that countless times.

then when you went downstairs (with him- who was referring to himself as ralph- very close behind you) you saw another man identical to eddie, sitting on your couch patiently. the only thing different about him was his hair was a little longer than ralph’s, he had on a dark red overcoat over his clothes, and he didn’t seem as chipper as ralph did, actually he didn’t seem chipper at all, very flustered and melancholy really. he referred to himself as arthur.

“so, the multiverse is real? hell yeah! let me go talk to them!” dustin tried to go out to your living room, but was stopped by steve.

“maybe, not make this worse henderson? honestly!” he mumbled, pushing him back into his seat at your kitchen table, where you also sat with your head down.

“y/n! y/n!” you heard eddie’s frantic american (or maybe one of the others- who knows at this point) accent calling you from the living room, only a few minutes after robin had closed the blinds.

“well now you’re really screwed!” you threw your head in your hands at steve’s words.

he bursted through your kitchen doors, and looked around, either trying to make sure that there weren’t more of him in the kitchen or what, you didn’t know anymore. you honestly didn’t know anything at this point.

“i would ask why there’s three other me’s sitting in your living room, but judging by your faces, you guys don’t know either?” he asked leaning against your counter, with robin trying to catch his breath.

“yeah, we- did you just say three?!” robin exclaimed, as you jumped up with her to peek through the blinds again, to see- yet another eddie, sitting in your living room. he as well as the other two, had shorter hair than eddie, but with darker clothes than the other two.

“goddamnit!” you yelled out, dropping yourself back into your chair at the table, not before grabbing a piece of paper and a pen, though

“yeahhh, we came in at the same time, he said his name was uhhh leonard…or was it howard? i honestly don’t know. and he’s british! crazy, right?” he said.

“not really they all are.” dustin said, trying to see what you were writing.

“they’re all named leonard-howard? small world….” steve said, intrigued.

“no! steve, god! they’re all british!” dustin, sighed into his hands.

“uhh, y/n, is now really the time to be writing a novel?” robin asked over the two’s bickering.

“i’m going to do what i should’ve been done! and see where they’re from once and for all, what brought them here, and try to fix this before it gets worse.” you said determinedly, your eyes turning a glowing, bright red, as you stared blankly in front of you. “starting with ralph.”

they all gathered over you, and watched closely as your hand started to write on it’s own as you mumbled out small details,

“okay…a birthday….twin named…victoria, yeesh! someone named lauren…ooh harsh again….uhhh…cocaine?! whatever…ooh triple harsh! what a rejection! does this man get a break? oh, shit! he’s going to war!

“what?” the three older, all said simultaneously, not understanding the connection between any of the things you had just said.

“she’s looking into their universes, seeing how their lives are and trying to get an answer as to what could’ve possibly brought them here.” dustin, answered the unspoken questions they had.

“ohhhhh.”

“okay, i’m not seeing anything else for him so let’s move on to arthur.” you said out loud moving to the next name.

“okay uhhh..19th century london…..shit an affair baby? damn. compeyson? the fuck kind of name is that?” you cut yourself off with a sharp gasp that made everyone ask you what was wrong.

“that son of a bitch! for shame compeyson! for shame!” you whisper-yelled, still being concious enough to know that any one of the others could possibly hear you from the other room, if you were loud enough.

“umm okay- now leonard-howard? eddie his name is just leonard, where did you even get howard?” you asked, still watching the scenes in front of you.

“hey don’t blame me.” he put his hands up defensively, even though you couldn’t hear him.

“ooooh a scandal! accidental pregnancy….really? a bookcase is what got the job done? that’s sad…” you said, the glowing red, leaving your eyes and going back fo your normal color.

“okay so pretty much the only pattern we have here, is that all of their stories end in some kind of tragedy. soo maybe you brought them here subconsciously to try to save them?”

“so it was a try to save eddie type of thing, then? that makes sense, you care about him so much you wanted to help him every universe, i guess.”

“wait a second…i forgot to tell you something..” eddie trailed off.

“while that may be the case… i met another steve too…” he said meekly.

“what?!” you all exclaimed, taking turns to frantically asking him questions.

“why didn’t you say anything!?” being the premise of what you all were trying to say.

“i just thought harrington was on one today, alright?! his hair was all flattened, really lacking it’s usual volume, he kept following me around askin me to fuckin’ follow him or something! he kept yelling out this one thing as i was walking up your driveway, though….” he trailed off trying to remember.

“he was in front of the house?!“ steve and dustin, looked at each other comically before running out of your kitchen and through the living room, the only indicator that they left was the tell-tale slam of your front door.

“okay, eddie? eddie, what did he look like, o-other than the hair.” robin asked him, picking up your pen and going to write down more information about this “new steve” as you just walked into your living room quietly, with a snap of your fingers, you were changed out of your pajamas- seemingly done with life, if we’re being honest- ralph immediately getting up and following behind you as you left the house as well.

“he uh, he had on a blue sweatshirt, anddd oh! i remember what he said now!” he snapped his fingers going over to the paper with robin.

“he said to follow him to some place called uhhh..”

“kurts world…96? 96! yeah! i didn’t know what the hell that meant though…”

“well! stranger things have happened i guess!” robin said, faux enthusiastically. a loud crowd of laughter, applause, and whistles was heard throughout the room, making robin and eddie jump to look around confused as to where it was coming from.

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a/n : i’m so excited to write this chapter in its capacity because it’s gonna be so damn chaotic 😭😭😭

i got the premise of the idea of a multiple eddies type of thing, from @orpheusredux ‘s amazing work “the eddies” which eveybody should read because it was fucking amazing 😭

psa : also, arthur isn’t going to be at all romantically involved with the reader in that chapter when it finally does come out, i promise. really none of them are except for ralph 🗿and that’s like barely. i just wanted to get all of the cast’s other tragic ending characters (and just chracters in general) included in the story 😭.

taglist : @floralenvu @pinkfeatherboarry @pofties @diysyfhcjtssuiteryyxhcft @blkroyalty1

[mindhoney]

the last few days ive been discussing a genshin band au on twt ☺️ childe, diluc, zhongli, and kaeya are in a grunge band (taking place in the 90s) details under a readmore in case its too long :)

childe was first to join the band. he was introduced to kaeya and diluc at a party and was then invited by them to try out for the band. diluc hated his guts right away, but kaeya found him entertaining and liked his abilities. he can play many intstruments, but he is the bands bassist. 😳 hes also the youngest in the band arnd 20ish

zhongli is about 10 years older than the other band members. he was previously retired from the music industry after his old band had to split. (his old band was himself as Morax, ningguang, beidou, and azdaha. [as seen in the 5th image] the band split because azdaha was a lil troublemaker and went to prison 😣😅) zhongli was recommended to join the band by childe because he happened to know a drummer who also owed him a favor. the band also likes to make fun of zhonglis hairband outfits and hair because now he just looks like A Normal Guy Who Works A 9-5™️. zhongli just says “thats just how it was those days” as if it was even that long ago

zhongli is about 10 years older than the other band members. he was previously retired from the music industry after his old band had to split. (his old band was himself as Morax, ningguang, beidou, and azdaha. [as seen in the 5th image] the band split because azdaha was a lil troublemaker and went to prison 😣😅) zhongli was recommended to join the band by childe because he happened to know a drummer who also owed him a favor. the band also likes to make fun of zhonglis hairband outfits and hair because now he just looks like A Normal Guy Who Works A 9-5™️. zhongli just says “thats just how it was those days” as if it was even that long ago

ofc me being me this is a chiluc au so.. enemies to lovers teehee!! dilucs like “god i hate this bitch” meanwhile they are fooling around when no one is looking constantly.. i imagine since the au like takes place in the peak of the grunge era they find a taste of fame and during one of their little lip lockin sessions the paparazzi gets a lil peek and word gets out 😤 kaeya is like “hey uhhh what the fuck are you guys doing?? sneaking off and keeping secrets from the band” and it causes a whole argument and a falling out between diluc and childe even though they “hate each other” woohoo!!

ok i think thats all i have if u read all this im kissing u on the lips 💋

[betelgeuse-1988]

okay I've never made. a request b4, but uhhh anything nsfw with lawrence + a trans man reader? no real requirements or anything, maybe just like having it be soft n loving,, idk I have a crush on this man n yr writing is lovely <3

omg thank you so much for the request!! and i'm so honored you like my writing fjhdsakfhsa

anyway here it is! i hope it's soft enough for you <3

lawrence x ftm reader (this is my first time writing an explicitly trans reader; lmk if there are any ways i can improve/things i should change!)

warnings: cockwarming, petnames galore!!, unprotected sex, + this was written at 1:00am so big sorry if there are mistakes

“Lawrence?” you said, peaking into his office. It had been a while since the two of you spent a night together, and you were curious as to what had him stuck in his office so late recently.

“Yes, darling?” He said, not looking up from his work. He was sketching something again, Lawrence would always tell you it was just a secret project for a friend. Despite being absorbed by his work, he had a wide smile on his face at the sound of your voice.

Your relationship with the doctor was...strange to say the least. You were hired as an assistant to help him around his mostly-barren apartment after his separation and especially after he received his prosthetic foot. It was a winter job, for you, in order to make some money while off from college. After that, and a few other events most may deem “unethical”, you moved in and developed a budding relationship with the doctor.

“I just…” you trailed off, nervous to ask him for anything all of a sudden. You looked away but also began walking into his office. Perhaps, even for a while, being closer to him would provide you with the necessary confidence to reveal your desires and curiosities. “I wanted to know when you were coming to bed?”

“Oh, darling,” he said, still not looking up at you. “I got home from work late and I really need to finish this as soon as possible. I’m sorry, but…” he stopped, finally looking into your eyes to see your apprehension and just how lonely you looked. “But, why don’t you come here and keep me company?”

You moved to sit in a chair next to his desk, saved for when you would finish work for class with him in his office. Lawrence, however, stopped you before you could actually sit all the way down. “No, I meant, why don’t you come here and sit like a good boy?” he said, patting his lap gently. You smiled and nodded, walking to Lawrence’s side, ready to sit down on his lap. “Ah ah ah,” he stopped you again, pulling down the zipper on his pants. Lawrence pulled out his cock, jerking it to make sure it’s fully hard. Getting wet at the prospect of having sex in his office, something Lawrence was usually turned off by, you pulled down the shorts you were going to sleep in. The doctor chuckled at your eagerness, continuing to jerk himself off slowly. “Now, darling, you’re gonna sit here like the good boy you are and you’re gonna stay as still as possible with my cock in your hole, okay? And if you behave, I’ll fuck you on my desk like you’ve always wanted.”

Too caught up in his words, there was nothing elegant about your response. You could already hear the overeagerness in your voice, without having said anything. “Okay, I’ll try to be good for you, Lawrence.” You walked over to him, fingering yourself open for him. He watched you as he jerked himself off, precum leaking from the tip of his cock already. He rubbed a hand up and down your side as you worked yourself up to three fingers. Once you could thrust them inside comfortably, you pulled them out and finally seated yourself on Lawrence’s member. Feeling him fill you completely right away, without moving, was odd. It was hard not to twitch or squirm, but Lawrence kept an arm wrapped around you. It was a tight grip, reassuring you that you could follow his orders. You were so distracted by keeping still you couldn’t really pay attention to what Lawrence was writing or drawing, only grounded by the few places where you could feel him touching you, skin-to-skin.

It could have been minutes or hours, but the time seemed to tick by like years. You could feel yourself getting wetter, becoming sloppy with how you were stretched around his dick. You were desperate for friction, for Lawrence to just completely wreck you when he tapped your stomach and put his pen down.

“You were so good for me, such a good boy. Now, do you want your reward?” Lawrence pressed delicate kisses on your back, rubbing your stomach as he thrust gently into you.

“Lawrence, please. Need you to fuck me, right here,” you moaned out desperately.

“Shh, it’s gonna be okay. Get up and bend over the desk.”

You hopped off him gently, not wanting to upset his leg more than it probably already was with how long you were sitting in his lap. You pushed some of the papers he had just been working on off to the side, laying directly on his work calendar (filled out with color-coded events and special dates). You felt Lawrence get up behind you, not bothering to discard any other pieces of clothing, his cock poking proudly out of his pants. His khaki pants still cinched by his belt, with a light blue shirt on top and a loose-hanging red tie. You felt like the doctor’s little boytoy, sneaking around during work hours. And, yet, he looked at you, so full of love and admiration, that you knew he genuinely loved and cared about you.

He entered you again, setting a brutal pace easily. Lawrence slipped in, filling you completely and quickly. You were both sensitive from the lengthy cockwarming, approaching your orgasm quickly. Helping to draw yourself closer, you jerked yourself off, desperate to finally reach your orgasm. Lawrence gripped your hips as his thrusting became quicker with an approaching orgasm. Feeling his cock twitch, you encouraged him to cum inside of you. “Cum inside me, Lawrence. Please, please, need it so bad. Make me cum, fill me up.”

His hips slowed down against yours as he groaned through his orgasm, your head dropping to the desk. Lawrence’s cum, on top of his desperate thrusting through his orgasm, helped you to reach yours, squeezing around his cock, finishing off his orgasm. Lawrence sighed contently behind you, pulling out to let you get up. He handed you the discarded shorts as you stretched, ready to head to bed for the night. But, instead of accepting the shorts right away, you pulled him in for a hug, kissing his cheek sloppily.

“Thank you, Larry. You always know what I need,” you snuggle into his neck, content to be in his loving presence after so long. “I love you, darling.”

He snorts at your use of his favorite petname, but he squeezes you extra tight. “Love you, too, darling.”

[mugi-chan]

Hii! First off: I LOVED THE WAY YOU WROTE MY REQUEST!!! it was absolutely everything I wanted and more!!! And second, can I request scenario(s) with the dorm leaders with an so who loves animals and tries to sneakily keep a pet. Thanks!!! Looking forward to seeing it!!

ლ  Content: Dorm leaders: S/O sneaking in animals 

ლ  Warnings: None!

ლ Comments: I just realize most of the s/o has pet bunnies whoopsie              ヾ(｡﹏｡)ﾉﾞ

Key: 

(a/n)-Animal name

Riddle was coming over to visit you but had shown up a little early. He knocked the door a few times but didn’t hear anything, he knocked a few more times waiting for a response. When not getting a response he goes and finds the spare key  and unlocked the door. 

“(y/n), are you home?” Riddle called out to the empty house

He heard a little giggles down the house. He got suspicious and walked into the home dropping off his little present he brought for you. He walked down the hallway near your room and he could hear more giggling from you. He knocked on your door startling you. 

“(y/n)?” Riddle called out, hearing you shuffle a bit. He opened the door to see you holding something behind your back. 

“(y/n), what are you hiding?” Riddle asked leaning over trying to see what’s behind your back. 

“O-oh nothing” You stuttered, you were lying to both you and Riddle knew that. Riddle gave a smirk and tried to see what’s behind your back. You keep moving away trying to hide what’s behind your back. 

“(y/n) what’s behind your back?” Riddle smiled, this little game of yours was fun. He saw a glimpse of a long ear behind your back which made Riddle stop. 

You stopped as well looking at him, Riddle’s smile faded away. 

“(y/n), what do you have behind your back” he sternly said, you sighed and defeated him and showed him what was behind your back. A white rabbit, with droopy ears greeted him. Riddle stood there in shock and you sitting there embarrassed. 

“(y/n) you know your not suppose to have a pet here, its-”

“Yeah yeah it’s against school rules to have a pet on campus, b-but please don’t tell the Principal” You stuttered. Riddle leaned back thinking about it, but gave a big sigh. 

“I understand what it’s like sneaking a pet, well not really, I take care of the hedgehogs and most of the time I have to hide to take care of them. As I don’t want my dorm to see me like that” Riddle explained, he leaned over to take a closer look at your bunny, giving your bunny a small pat on the head. 

“As much as I hate people who break the rules I can let this one slide as your dorm may have different rules then mine” Riddle sighed. 

“So you're not going to report me?” you held your bunny to your chest

“I won’t if you give me a kiss” Riddle smirked, your face going red but nodded giving him a kiss on the cheek. 

You brought your bunny to your living room and you let Riddle hold your bunny as you grabbed some tea and snacks

Leona smelled another scent on you other than his, he knew you two haven’t seen each other in a while because of winter break but this scent is new. You notice how protective Leona was since you two came back from winter break, you tried to ask him but he completely ignored you. 

“Leona whats wrong, you’ve been so protective” You tried to catch up to him after class but he just kept walking. He walked all the way to your dorm and walked in your dorm. You caught up and found him looking around the house sniffing. 

“Leona whats wrong?” You huffed trying to catch your breath. 

“Someone else was here, other than your annoying friends” Leona growled and kept looking around. 

“What are you even talking about? I had no one come over during the break” you responded trying to catch up with him again as he walked towards your room. He slammed the door open smelling the scent strongest here. He continued to look around your room until he saw a sheet covering a box. What’s this? The scent is strongest here. You finally found him in your room looking at the sheet. 

“Wait don’t take the sheet off!” You huffed trying to push him away, sadly he was stronger than you and reached down and grabbed the sheet. Yanking the sheet away revealed a cage with a hamster in it. Leona arched his eyebrow and looked at you. You were horrified, scared of what's going to happen next. Leona leaned down to examine your hamster.

“What is this (y/n)” Leona pointed to your hamster

“U-uhhh it’s my hamster, his name is (a/n)” you shuffled your feet, “I-i know we’re not suppose to have animals here but I really miss (a/n) so i brought him here” 

“So this was the scent I smelled” Leona mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Did you think it was someone else?” You asked grabbing your hamster out of his cage, leona didn’t answer you as he continued to mumble to himself. You brought over your hamster you brought him up to his face 

“D-do you want to say hi?” You asked leaning over to see his reaction. 

“No I don’t want to say hi to your damn hamster” Leona's face scrunched up. 

“Are you jealous of (a/n)?” You asked, leaning close to his face. Leona took this moment to steal a quick kiss from you. 

“Why would I be jealous of a little hamster?” 

Azul was in Sam’s shop looking at an item he was thinking of purchasing. 

“Oh hey Azul!” you said walking into Sam’s shop. 

Azul turned to face you with a small smile plastered on his face. 

“Hello my dear how are you?” Giving you a quick kiss on your hand, you smiled as you accepted the affectionate action. 

“I’m doing okay, what are you doing here?” You asked as you took his side and looked for a certain item. 

“Ah, I'm looking for a certain item that is needed for a school assignment” Azul said, placing one of the items down. 

You went over and picked up a bag of grass, grass? Why would you need grass? Azul interest peaked. 

“(y/n) my dear why do you need a bag full of grass?” Azul asked. You tried to explain yourself but it seems like you were dodging the answer the best you can. You quickly bought the grass, gave your lover a quick kiss and said your goodbyes. Now that made you look even more suspicious, azul tried to think why you need it. 

Later on you came to visit Azul in the mostro lounge, the idea of you buying grass still lingered in his head. So when you popped up and immediately trapped you in his office and made you sit down on the couch. 

“My dear (y/n) it’s been on my mind for quite some time, what are you hiding?” Azul leaned forward, your faces very close to each other. You tried to lean back to get some room but it pretty much failed as your back hit the chair.

“I-i don’t know what you're talking about” You stuttered. 

“You know you can tell me anything, I can keep many secrets” Azul kept pressuring on, you finally snapped and just silently muttered to yourself. 

“You’ll need to speak up darling” 

“I have a pet bunny…” you mumbled. Azul got up letting the information sink it. 

“A pet bunny?”

You just nodded.

“Can I see it?” 

So there you two where, your bunny on your lap and azul sitting on your bed 

“What’s your bunny’s name?” He asked. 

“(a/n)”

“(a/n), that’s a nice name, you do know it’s against the rules to have any pets here right?” 

You just meekly nodded. Azul just sighed and ruffled your hair.

“As long as Principal doesn’t find out I’m fine with it,” Azul said, giving you a quick kiss.

Kalim hasn’t seen you in a while and wanted to talk to you. He asked Jamil if he knew where you were and he mentioned something about seeing you heading back to your dorm. So that’s where Kalim went! He burst into your room only to be greeted by a tiny ferret. 

A Ferret? What is a ferret doing in (y/n) dorm? The Ferret got scared and ran off.

“H-hey wait up!” Kalim chased the ferret around your dorm and your ferret made Kalim chase them for a whole 10 minutes. You quickly scooped up your ferret in your arms as Kalim came around the corner. 

“Aha! You were finally caught, little fella. You think you can get away from me?!” Kalim smiled petting the little ferret's head. He looked up meeting your eyes, his face lit up even more and glomped you with a hug.

“(y/n) there you are, I was looking for you!” Kalim smiled crushing you and your ferret. 

“Is this ferret yours?” Kalima asked letting go of you, You looked at your little ferret and gave them a little pat on the head and looked back at Kalim.

“Please don’t tell the Principal” You asked, Kalim sat there for a second confused on what you meant by ‘don’t tell the principal’.

“What do you mean (y/n)? I have like 53 peacocks!” Kalim laughed, making you feel a little bit uneasy. 

You three went to your lounge and chill there for a while. Kalim would pick up your ferret and play with it. 

“Hey (y/n)! What’s this little fella’s name?” Kalim asked, picking up the ferret and petting his little head. 

“(a/n)” 

“(a/n)! What a great name! Does (y/n) spoil you?” Kalim smiled and placed them in his arms.

“AH don’t worry I’ll spoil you!”

Vil knew what your dorm was like, he has visited it some many times, but how did he never notice the fish bowl sitting on the window sill in the kitchen? Maybe he thought it was a vase, no no he knows what a vase looks like. Pomefiore has hundreds of vases, he knows what various vases look like. 

You were out of the house to pick something up from Sam’s, so you left Vil by himself in your dorm. He became hungry and walked to your kitchen to see if you have something healthy he can eat. 

You feel like you forgot to do something, you got your item from sam right? Check, you got that but what did you forget? Then it hit you, you forgot to put away your betta fish. You quickly rushed home to see Vil staring down your betta fish. 

“Vil i know what it looks like, but-” 

“My darling potato, you know you're not supposed to have any pets” Vil said, turning to face you. You were trying to catch your breath as you ran most of the way. Vil frowned seeing all of the sweat on your face. He grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to you. 

“I know, but I really liked Betta fishes and thought maybe I could keep it a secret.” You said wiping your sweat off your face. Vil face frowned and as he watches you try to convince him that your betta fish is nice and doesn’t cause any problems. 

All Vil did was sigh, give you a quick kiss on the forehead 

“As long as you don’t give your fish more love than me, then I’m fine”

Idia came over wanting to play a new video game that just came out, you already had everything set up with snacks! Now here you two were playing the new video game in your room eating all the delicious snacks you brought. 

During a cutscene you told him you had to take care of something, and that you’d be back real quickly. He just nodded, what peaked his interests was when he heard you shuffling around the room. Moving stuff out of the way and grabbing a box covered with a sheet. Idia paused the game and turned to see what you were doing. When you pulled away the sheet there revealed a cage. A cage? Why would (y/n) have a cage? 

“Hey (a/n) sorry for the loud noises, here have a little treat.” You said grabbing a bag beside you place, a bag of berries and placed it inside the cage. 

“(y/n) what are you doing?” Idia called out scaring you. You jumped and quickly turned around. 

“O-oh nothing, don't worry about it.” You stuttered scrambling to put the sheet over the cage. That just peaked Idia’s curiosity, but not wanting to pressure you into showing him what it was he just nodded and turned back to video game. 

The cage still lingered in the back of his head as both of you continued to play the video game. It was getting late and you were getting sleepy, and you fell asleep on your bed while Idia was still playing the game. 

Once he noticed that you fell asleep he paused the game and quietly got off the bed without waking you up. He walked over to the box with a sheet over it. He was a little scared of what it's going to be. 

He quickly pulled off the sheet and revealed the cage. It looked like there was nothing inside until he saw a tiny house. He bent over and looked inside seeing a little ball with spikes. He quickly pulled back scared on what he just saw. The ball unravels revealing a tiny hedgehog sleeping in the little house. Idia sighed in relief as it wasn’t something like an urchin. But an urchin can’t live above water so he doesn't know what he saw. Luckily it was just a cute hedgehog. 

So this is what (y/n) was hiding, ah okay I understand i’ll keep this secret as well is what idia thought as he put the sheet back on the cage and went back to playing the video games.

Malleus was waiting for you at your normal waiting spot, pretty much outside your dorm. You were 30 minutes late and Malleus was getting worried. Did you get hurt? Did you forget about the meeting? He teleported to your door and knocked three times with no responses. He grabbed the handle and the door flung open revealing you with a dishevel look plastered on your face. 

“(y/n) what is the matter, you look like a mess” He asked, letting himself in as you just looked around the lounge again. Then both of you saw it, a little mouse running past the hallway.

“(a/n), get back here!” You screamed out and ran after the mouse. 

(a/n)? Who’s (a/n)? Malleus just followed you, chasing a little mouse. Is this what children of men do? Run after mice? 

You tried to swoop the mouse off the floor but missed and the mouse ran off again. You huffed and puffed from running around the dorm

“Are you trying to catch that mouse (y/n)?” Malleus asked, you just faced him and gave him a quick nod. Malleus thought about it for a while then grabbed his magic pen. Wave it around a bit and boom there’s your little mouse in Malleus hands. 

“Do you want me to get rid of it (y/n)?” Malleus asked, you quickly yelled out no surprising Malleus and scaring your mouse. You quickly grabbed your mouse and put him in his little ball that was laying on the living room. 

“Why did you put it in a ball?” Malleus asked walking into the living room behind you. 

“It’s so (a/n) can roam around the dorm and I’d be able to spot her” You smiled. Then you realize what you just said. You admitted to having a pet in your dorm, to a dorm leader or another dorm, and someone who has a lot of power. 

“P-please don’t tell anyone! I really love (a/n) I don’t want to get rid of her!” You pleaded, which caught Malleus off guard again. 

Malleus just gave a small smile and planted a tender kiss on your temple. 

“I won’t promise” 

Would you like to order something? Look at our Tea shop rules first!

[a-student-out-of-time]

And the fellas in Hope's Peak? How are they?

Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve spoken to anyone from my class. Last night was the first time I’d seen Shinji in a while.

But I don’t think any of us’ll forget Nijiue Emina. She was the most arrogant, snooty, selfish, condescending, overly-professional girl I think any of us have met.

Yep, that’s her.

She was like that even back then?

You remember that story I told you and Tsumiki-san? She was there too.

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*Hope’s Peak, 1985*

Y’know, for guys who sneak out “all the time,” you’re pretty nervous.

W-We’re just...trying to remember the best way to get back without being seen!

Right, yeah...hehe.

We know what we’re doing!

Right, right.

Still...I’m not gonna lie, I did have fun today.

I’m really glad. Maybe we could do this again some other time?

I-If you want to. I mean, maybe we could break into a-a bank or something instead.

...Did you just say we could rob a bank?

Heh! Why not?

Uhhh...

I’m kidding. C’mon, let’s hurry back.

*She grabs his hand and the trio heads back*

…

What’s up?

Nothing. I just really like your bow.

Oh. Thanks. I like it too.

Yeah...y-you know, I-

???: EXCUSE ME!

Aww, crap.

Oh boy, her again.

*They peer out from behind a bush*

Where exactly do you think you’re going, Mr. Kasai?

I-I was just heading back to my dorm.

At this hour? You’re aware of what time it is, right? Classes end at 3 PM on the dot, and it’s precisely 3:43 PM.

I understand that class attendance isn’t mandatory, but that’s a poor excuse for loafers who have no work ethic, like your friend Koizumi.

Wh-Why are you always so cruel to him? He does his best with his blueprints.

His work is entirely derivative of brutalist architecture, and that kind of design is far too minimalistic and only results in cheap structures. It’s a sad and empty art style predictably designed by those with no vision for the future.

Now, if he’d only embraced my suggestions...

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God, it’s this bitch.

Yeah, she gets on everyone’s case. Listen, Shinji and I can handle this. You’re not supposed to be on this side of the school.

And let her bust your asses? I don’t think so.

C’mon, I can handle her.

H-Harumi-san, please! I don’t want you to get in trouble again!

...

...You’re sure she won’t give you shit?

If she does, I can handle it. Please, it’ll be alright.

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Do you understand what I’m saying? 

Y-Yes, I believe so.

I honestly can’t understand why Hope’s Peak allows such lackadaisical attitudes. If I had my way, I’d make sure everyone at this school had to study their asses off.

Uhh...what’s going on?

Oh, look. It’s your little friend, the game designer.

Nice to see you too, Emina-san.

Nijiue-san. Do not speak to me as if we’re friends.

Sorry, “Nijiue-san,” but what are you grilling Shinji for? You’re freaking him out?

A simple question: did you and this Neanderthal cut school today? I haven’t seen either of you until now, 45 minutes after the end of the day!

W-We’ve been here, just...y’know, doing our own thing.

Does it involve that stupid...what’s it called? That Nintendo Entertainment System? A complete waste of time.

Video games are going somewhere, trust me.

Of course, they’re going the same place all frivolous, time-wasting activities go.

But then, that’s not why I caught you both. This isn’t about your talents, it’s about what you’ve been doing with your time today.

And why does that concern you? You’re not a hall monitor.

YEAH! What’s the meaning of this?!

...It’s because you were hanging out with that reserve course girl, wasn’t it?

Uhh...

How transparent.

Do yourselves a favor and don’t associate with that delinquent piece of trash. She’s headed for a life in juvenile detention, breaking windows and knocking over vending machines.

Don’t talk about Harumi-san like that! You don’t know anything about her!

Oh, but you do? Could it be you’re hoping you have a shot with her?

That doesn’t matter. You think you’re better than her just because you’re from wealthy family? So what if she’s just a regular girl? She’s really nice when you get to know her.

A lot nicer than you, I can tell you that.

To think a Hope’s Peak student, even with one as useless a talent as yours, would stoop so low. There’s a reason her kind is rightfully kept separate from us.

I’ve seen the ways she tries to weasel in with the other girls in our class. She’s loud, obnoxious, rude, spiteful, rebellious, repugnant, brutish-

Go on. What else am I?

Huh?

Y-You!

Don’t stop. What else you wanna say, huh?

N-NOT THE FACE, PLEASE!

*Emina runs off, terrified*

Harumi?!

Sorry! Couldn’t leave you boys behind.

Thanks for that!

Yeah, seriously. She never would’ve stopped, pretty sure she would’ve gotten us in trouble too.

No problem. And, if she ever gets on your case again, just lemme know.

Uhh...just as long as you don’t beat her up, okay?

Sorry, Kasai, I’m afraid that’s a promise I can’t make.

Buuut, scaring the shit out of her is pretty fun too!

You’re something else, Harumi-san. I owe you.

Yeah, heh. Guess that means you’re paying for games again?

You know it.

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Sorry, got a little off track there.

But yeah, Nijiue got on our case about every little thing. She was the most obnoxious classmate you can imagine.

And it sounds like she’s only gotten worse with time.

You can say that again.

[rattle-em-spooky-jones]

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Favorite story you’ve written so far: Hmmm I guess ‘If You Have Odd Friends, You Will Have Odd Birthdays’ would be my favourite so far. I’m happy I managed to write something that could actually make someone laugh! I do have one in the works (its been there for almost a year now T-T) that I really like so far though, but it isn’t finished so,,

Fic you were nervous to post: That would have to be my first one, Kakashi’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Funnily enough, it isn’t because it’s my first, rather it’s cause I’ve only watched until like the middle of the Chuunin exam arc ages and all the rest of the information I know about Naruto is from Kakashi’s wiki page (don’t ask) and the (huge) number of fanfictions I’ve read so I thought I might have messed up the characterization of the Naruto characters.

How do you choose your titles: They usually just kinda pop into my head before I start writing or sometimes after I finish a work. The only fic so far that I had trouble coming up with a name was the WIP I mentioned in the fav story section, and for that someone game me the advice to look at a key scene and to see if I could get a title from that, and I did!

Do you outline: Yes, usually when I get the idea for a fic I tend to soon think of a general direction I want the story to go in and write it down. There are some aspects that end up being changed as I write, but the main story beats stay the same.

(I have one fic which I didn’t outline and just started writing. After forgetting about it for like,,, probably a year or so I came back to it and was like,,, What The Hell Was This Story Supposed To Be About.

A Lesson Was Learnt That Day.)

Complete: 5 at the moment. My motivation is,,,,, spotty,, so it’s anyone’s guess when a fic will be finished.

In progress: I have a few fics outlined, but I’ll only consider the ones I’ve started writing for. There’s Gintoki’s side to ‘Firsts’, which I never expected to be writing but my brain came up with this really pretty image and I was like, wouldn’t this fit with a Gintoki perspective? Anyway, I’m not completely happy with it and its not finished yet (yes it’s gonna be around 300 words like firsts, yes I know I haven’t finished it-) so it may be a while until it comes out. The second is the WIP I mentioned earlier that I’ll just talk about in the upcoming work section.

Coming soon: I mean,,, I just answered that. I’m also planning for the WIP I just mentioned to be posted on Halloween but with my motivation,,,, no hopes.

Not started: * side-eyes the entire folder of yet-to-be-started fics * uhhh, best not to open that can of bees. But. There Are A Lot.

Prompts?: I don’t really use them tbh.

Upcoming work you’re most excited about: As you’ve guessed, t’s the mysterious WIP I keep mentioning! I’ve been jokingly calling it my Magnum Opus in my head and I really like what I’ve written so far!! The genre and tone of this are quite a shift from what I have written before, so it is a bit of a challenge but I can’t wait to finish it!! (But finishing it requires me to actually work on it and uhhhhhh,,) Anyway, as a sneak peak I’ll say that it’s a horror type of story and focuses on Sakamoto Tatsuma! 

No Pressure Tags: I dunno any other writer on tumblr who hasn’t already been tagged lol, but whoever sees this and wants to do their own can go ahead!

[enchantedtomeethyun]

Cruel Summer: Part One

Warnings: language. Mild smut.

Paring: Bangchan x reader

Driving down the street it was hot even with the windows down and the air blasting. It was a fever dream looking back.

I arrived at the usual place we met those nights. 10:03 said the time on my cars screen. I peaked in the mirror to check myself one last time before getting out. He still some how makes me nervous. After all these months of sneaking around I would hate to say it out loud. So I won't Not yet.

Getting out of my car I make sure it's locked and that I have everything. I stuck my hands in my back pockets of my pants and begin to walk to the corner of the street. We would always meet there. After he finishes practice he would tell the others he was going to work out. He wasn't lying though. He would work out sometimes with me. That's for later though. The glow of the vending machine and the humming of it made me feel better about walking alone at night. It lit up my skin as I leaned on it feeling it's vibration on my back. I took out my phone checking the time.

He should be here...

Just when I thought of giving up on the nights clandestine meeting I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder.

"Hey sorry Hyunjin wouldn't stop talking about his girlfriend." He smiled shyly rubbing the back of his neck. I felt insecure suddenly. I laughed quietly and looked back at him.

"Oh it's ok I wasn't waiting that long". I said now standing and facing him. I got a chill.

"Are you cold? Did you want to go now?" he said worried with his brows knitted.

"Oh no no it's summer how could I be cold haha." I tried to joke but I ended up sounding foolish. I hope he didn't notice how he makes me feel.

He looked at me and smiled sincerely taking my hands in his.

"Ahh let's get going .." he looked around cautiously. Right I forgot.

He recently has been getting more popular with the media. More people following him around trying to catch him doing something they can sell to make a quick buck.

"Chan I'm sorry i forgot.. we should of just.."

"No no it's ok I told you to meet me here remember? Let's go to the hotel." He said softly releasing one of my hands and still holding my other. Does he know he's got my beat skipping with the littlest things?

We walk to my car and I unlocked it. Getting in Chan makes sure to keep his hat on and face mask on to keep himself covered. I pull out of the lot turning my head back to make sure I don't run into anything. His hand naturally finds its way to my thigh and grips it. I look over to steal a glance. Lyrical smile. Brown eyes. That's him.

"Hey so how was practice?" I said breaking the comfortable since.

"Oh it was really good thanks for asking! We started working on new coreo I wanna show you if that's alright with you oh actually there's this funny thing Felix told me.." he went on and I drove down the street smiling to myself.

After we arrived at the hotel Chan got out of the car the second I parked. Before I could open my door it opened for me. Getting out I smiled at him.

Smiling back he reached for my face pulling it towards his. Kissing my lips softly and then pulling away he closed the door of the car. We walked to the lobby in silence. My thoughts were full of him. His arm was draped casually around my shoulder while he texted someone. I couldn't help but think negatively for a moment. What if I'm just a thing for him? What am I to him? A way to blow off steam maybe or a way of dating but without commitment. My thoughts were interrupted by his arm leaving my shoulder. I frowned looking over to him as we walked in the door. Chan was typing quickly on his phone.

"What's wrong?" I inquired heading towards the elevator with him.

"Uhhh one second babygirl uhhh shit hold on I'm getting a call." He said shuffling us into the elevator and pressing the floor button. I leaned on the wall facing towards him as he stood in the middle of the elevator answering his phone.

"Hyunjin hey what's wrong?" He said quickly. Muffled I hear his band mate speaking.

"Hyung hey uhh are you by chance at a hotel? My girlfriend was leaving after saying bye to her family one last time before the left and said she saw you?" Hyunjin asked confused. Chan's eyes widened.

"Uh no mate just at the gym haha." He said before the elevator dinged for the floor.

"Are you in an elevator? What gym is that?" Hyunjin asked more confused than before. Chan looked over at me scared. But before he could think of an excuse we heard his friends dog barking through the phone.

"Oh oops forgot bed time for kkami. Got to go!" Hyunjin said hanging up abruptly.

A sigh of relief left both of us. It hurt he wanted to hide me but I understood why. His contract won't let him date and if his fans found out or his company he could be in trouble. I guess I'm not worth it. After all we aren't together.

I look up and see we are at the room and Chan is fumbling around in his pockets for the keys. I giggled pulling them out of my bag and unlocking the door.

His mouth made an o shape and he laughed.

"Remember last time you told me to keep it cause you lost it.." I said opening the door and letting him walk in first.

"Yeah right sorry I don't know where my mind is tonight sorry." He said kind of troubled. I put my things down on the couch and walked to the bed room taking my shoes off. Chan swiftly followed me out of habit and did the same. He sat on the bed looking at me intently. I know what's on his mind. It's why we are here in the first place. Yes I wanted the same thing too but I wished it could be more. I wish he wanted to hear my laugh as much as my moans. I wanted him to want my company in the daylight. Not just after dark when no one was watching.

He reached over towards me and grabbing my frame by the waist and pulling my body closer to his. I went willingly still thinking of what couldn't be.

We laid close together for a few moments in an almost cuddle position. It was nice and had me delusional and thinking maybe he felt the same. But his erection growing behind me stopped that thought real fast.

It usually began similar to this is joking around then kissing or him holding me and then him initiating it all.

"Do you want this..?" He whispered in my ear making my spine shiver. God yes of course I did. He knew I did. I nodded silently as he groaned kissing my neck.

I feel out of it tonight. He kissed along my neck and jaw and I felt the familiar feeling in my stomach he always gives me.

"You're a fucking liar you know .. you say you never work out but your body feels so good." He laughed in my ear as he was on top of me now. Feeling around my body I would hate to say I'm use to his touch. In that moment I felt sad. This will end for sure one day. I'm not his to keep. I'm a temporary fix. I'm a solution to a problem. Of course he would never say that to me. He was too much of a good guy to say he's using me for pleasure. He would say something like "we enjoy our time together whats wrong with that?"

He takes off my tee shirt that's a bit too big for me which exposes my frame. He gives me a look and I acknowledge. He then takes off my bra still kissing me.

Chan goes to take off his sweatshirt and throws aside. He stares at me for a moment like he can read my mind.

"You alright with this?" He asked lowering himself back on me but with his arms supporting him on each side.

"Yeah... of course". I said hoping he didn't catch my lie in each word.

"You seem different tonight. Are you sure you're alright?" He asked now rolling off of me and I sigh. I don't want to get into this with him.

"Chan to be honest I'm not in the mood to talk. Just fuck me so you can go back to your life." I said more bitterly than intended. His face scrunched in confusion.

"Baby what are you on about? Did something happen?" He asked seriously his tone more serious than before.

"Jesus fuck.. stop calling me baby. I'm not your baby and I never will be." I grumbled sitting up reaching for my bra and putting it back on.

"Oh I'm sorry you didn't have a problem with it before I didn't know.. I'll stop calling you that then.." He said sounding a bit hurt

"Yeah well it does. You can't just use me for sex and call me baby." I spat. Feeling around in the dark for my shirt.

"Well hold on now where is this coming from? Is that what you think I'm doing ? Aren't you doing the same thing?" He said calmly handing me my shirt.

"You really have no idea do you." I said defeated. It's all fun and games until someone falls in love. Why did I have to be that someone. Getting up I left the bedroom leaving Chan in it. I can't do this anymore it will ruin me. It has ruined me. I grabbed my things ignoring Chan's echos asking me to come back so we can talk.

Before I walked out the door I saw him appear in the living room.

"Can we talk about this?" He asked quietly looking at his feet holding his sweatshirt in his hand.

"I said I wasn't in the mood to talk." With that I left.

[razorblade180]

OC test: Flex

[Not in the literal term. All the boys here will simply show off their style and charm in an attempt to steal some hearts and blush some faces.]

Kovu:So in other words...

Sparrow:Eye candy. Crank up that testosterone the best way you know.

Jael:A bunch of shirtless guys sounds boring.

Eliza:You heard the woman. Be bold and unbuckle those pants!

Jael:No! Not at all what I meant!

Jacquelyn: *turning away* (Probably for the best if I don’t witness this.)

Carmine and Valerie:....

Yujin:*red* Doesn’t this seem shameful?

Summer and Veronica:Shhhhhh

Veronica:Oh yeah, should we get the guy out of tree then?

Carmine:What guy?

Veronica:The guy I smell in the tree. He’s been there awhile. He has the scent of a bird.

An eerie silence falls amongst the group. Carmine slowly turns towards the tree, shooting a death glare. She takes a massive lunge towards it. Aero immediately emerged from the top, flying out of reach from Carmine’s very lethal hands.

Carmine:Who told you that you can be here, huh Aero!?

Aero:Oh quit with the theatrics. I know you’re happy to see me.

Carmine:Say that within arms reach!

Aero:No...

Nick:Who that?

Summer:And what’s his number?

Kovu:That would be Aero. He probably snuck in when I was let inside. His semblance has a way of catching people off gaurd, making it easy to pull a fast one on them. Hi Aero.

Aero:Hey goodie goodie. Mind doing some good and pulling the thorns off of this rose.

Kovu:Carmine, he’s not gonna leave. Might as well suck it up and let him be.

Carmine:I’ll let him be injured and begging for mercy. That’s what I’ll let him be.

Yujin:Wasn’t there supposed to be a test going on?

Eliza:Well one guy has already started.

Yujin:What? Who-oh my goodness! Tenzen! *red*

The street performer had removed his shirt when nobody was looking, then out on an opened hoodie. Tenzen’s abs were on full display with his broad, strong chest. His pants were replaced with shorts that showed off his toned calves. He put up the fox ear hood and casually drunk a water bottle. As usual, Tenzen looked playful, yet overwhelming attractive. It didn’t help that his shorts hung a little lower than they should’ve.

Tenzen:What?! Too stupid?

Eliza:The only stupid thing here is how your body looks like a mannequin. I know dancing makes you fit but sheesh.

Tenzen:It’s the martial arts.

Veronica:Nice.

Sparrow:Oh we’re starting? I guess I can show a bit of skin. After all, a sailor isn’t a sailor if he isn’t drenched and showing off.

Under these rules, Sparrow felt a little bad for the others. He was the guy here that could be considered truly grown. That maturity came with knowledge in many things. Charm was one of them. His hands pulled off his shirt fluidly. A stroke of his hand running through his hair not only showed off his trained body, it flexed his biceps. Unlike Tenzen, Sparrow had a body that was bulked up. Muscles were beefed up and made to form a temple that was hard as stone. His diabolical brown scruff and brown tanned skin gave Sparrow a rugged look that Jacquelyn sneak a peak and Eliza gulp the moment his other hand casually hung from his right pocket. Even Carmine was surprised by the older man.

Carmine:Wow, a shirt hid all that? You bench logs or something?

Sparrow:The military doesn’t train weaklings you know?

Eliza:(Eight years. Just give about eight years Sparrow.)

Kovu:My, my, that looks fun. But not as fun as that white haired cutie.

Summer:M-Me!?

Kovu:*flies down* I know a face like that anywhere. Who would’ve thought a Schnee would have such kind eyes? Not an icy glare at all. *rubs her face* You got a name?

Summer:I, uhh, yeah! I mean who doesn’t. Hehe wow you’re really umm close. Wait, my name! You’re probably still waiting for-

Nick:It’s Summer; and if you’re looking for the Schnee icy glare then look my way.

The chill of a glare sharper than any sword pierced right through Aero as he saw the white haired boy. Yeah, he’s definitely a Schnee. He respectfully stopped touching Summer and stood before Nick.

Aero:Cold, dagger like glare, white hair, and short. Yeah, you’re Weiss’s kid alright. How cute...

Nick:Call me short again and I’ll cut you down.

Carmine:As much as I would love to see that, Aero might be a little much for ya unprepared. Case in point, he’s not in front of you.

Nick raised an eyebrow and blinked. In that moment, Aero was gone. The boy was standing by Eliza, pinching her cheeks.

Eliza:Ow! How did you-

Aero:You’re a familiar looking face. Between your hair color and skin tone I almost thought Mona was here. I bet-

Carmine:No.

Aero:Well that’s the end of that I guess.

Eliza:Stop pinching me!!!!

Sienna:He’s a bit of a weird one.

Jael:The word is rude. He’s giving me a headache. Not to mention dragging out this test.

Aero:Hmm? What, the sexy thing. I thought that was over. I mean I’m here and everything. Y’all fighting for second place?

Sparrow:Hmph.

Veronica:That’s confidence you don’t see regularly.

Valerie:Call it like it is. He just shit talked every guy here into bringing their A-game.

Kovu:Oh Aero, you dummy. If you wanted me to play with you so badly then you just had to ask nicely...

The air in the room quickly changed. The two boys faced each other and smirked playfully. Kovu dragged his sharp finger nail down his shirt, tearing it. Aero laughed and proceeded to remove his own. Apparently this was a normal thing between the two. The tall boys got closer until Kovu was able to push Aero gently against a wall, wings spread out. Kovu was taller by an inch and buffer. His torso was well defined along with his chest, but the main focus was his arms on each side of Aero. Not only were they big, but each muscle group was blatantly visible. The boys eager eyes were focused in on his cocky younger friend.

Aero casually propped up his foot on the wall and put his hands in his pockets. Aero was no where near as bulky as the beast before him, but he cut to perfection in more ways then one. Faded scar ran across is toned body. The small black gages and wind swept hair only elevated his attitude. Everyone but Carmine were confused about what they were watching.

Valerie:Ummm are they about to make out?

Eliza:*red* I don’t know....but I want to.

Veronica:I think they might do more than make out.

Summer:(I’d pay to be in the middle of this beef sandwich.)

Yujin:Carmine, please explain.

Carmine:Nothing to explain. This happens sometimes. I don’t know why.

Tenzen:KISS!!!

Aero:They’re totally looking more at me than you.

Kovu:Bitch you wish you were this sexy. Don’t let those little girls in Vacou hype you up too much. They’re easy.

Aero:Don’t talk about your cousin like that.

Carmine:....

Everyone:....

Carmine:.....

Sienna:Y’all fu-

Carmine:YES, MOVING ON NOW. Lucas, take off your pants or something!

Lucas:Nobody wants that.

Sienna and Summer:Well...

Lucas:I am not taking my pants off.

Jael:Wet t-shirt. Then we can put everything behind us.

Jacquelyn:You can try and enjoy this a little sweetie.

Jael:Make this a women challenge and I’d be-... wait, I’d have to participate in that. God this sucks.

Lucas.Tenzen, pass me a water bottle.

Eager to please, Tenzen tosses two. Lucas caught both midair and poured them right onto his face; his white tank becoming completely drenched in the process. The fabric clung to his body, pressing against every crease, every conceivable worked out muscle. The others looked amazing, but Lucs might as well be photoshopped. Was fat even on his body! His back looked strong and legs even more so. Lucas’s hair stuck to his face and he let out a agitated groan. Despite that, it actually made him more appealing to Eliza. Others were admittedly distracted by his body to even notice his face. A xylophone could be played on a body like that.

Tenzen:Damn, I thought I was in shape before today.

Carmine:Aren’t you a shit in?

Lucas:I can still work out, and no. I just don’t deal with people or feel bad about staying in indefinitely.

Jael:A shut in!

Jacquelyn:That’s like...the definition.

Aero:Eh, not bad I guess.

Lucas:Little boy, I can snap you like a twig. Don’t get snippy with me.

Aero:Oooo feisty. Well if we’re done here-

Yujin:Hold on. Nick hasn’t gone yet.

Nick:Can you shut up!!!!

Yujin:Oh, hehe, my bad. I thought you’d be excited?

Nick:Why? I mean...sigh what’s the point? Not in the mood to embarrass myself.

Kovu:What?

Aero:Yeah that’s a smart move. I mean look at him compared to the rest of us. It’s like night and day in here.

Carmine:Aero!

Nick:He’s right. No real muscles, strong features, facial hair, scars, height... just a shrimpy sixteen year old with cash. *Smiles* Honestly I never really seen much good about m-

Valerie:Oh give me break. Do you really think any guy could hold a candle to you!? You’re caring, quirky, driven, and humble to a fault. Nick you’re so-

Nick:*wide eyed*....

Valerie:*red*Ummm y-you get the point. So don’t even think about discrediting yourself.

Nick:I uhhh appreciate the compliments, but those traits are exactly a flex or considered sexy.

Veronica:Lies!!! What’s sexier than a caring young man!

Nick:Abs.

Eliza:Oh for the love of-you’re all ridiculous.

She marches over to Nick and grabs him by the collar. Her hand rises to slick his hair back to clearly show of his beautifully tired eyes and gentle face, unmarked by anything but except self inflicted stress. It’s a shame he wasn’t feeling competitive. He may not know it, but that always captured a room. Eliza took off his vest and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dress shirt. The crowd was left stunned by the simple transformation. He looked more regal than usual, yet casual.

Eliza:Sexy doesn’t mean naked dummy. And as far as physical traits go...*red* there’s a reason all the girls flock to you. You’re...annoyingly handsome. Some might even say pretty.

Nick:*blushes*

Eliza:And then you do that! Can we agree Nick wins and move on!?

Everyone:Yeah.

Aero:I guess I’ll take second.

Lucas:You mean third.

Kovu:He actually meant fourth.

Aero:Rude.

Carmine:Good.

[madhyanas]

My babe, light of my life, I’m here to ask about WIPs! Uhhh how about fight fight fight, grocery thing, and/or djarins arrive?? Also I’m a hoe for boba so the number of potential works brings me joy

aw YEAH babe thank u for fuelling my narcissism and hyperfixation here we GO

check under the cut if you’re interested in some shitty unfinished sNeAk PeAkS

aight so fight fight fight is part of the modern!au and it’s basically what it says on the tin - boba gets into a fight and there’s some tending to wounds at the end. there’s a lot of tension and pining and maybe angst because they argue a LOT these idiots

“What are you doing?” you hiss, not really caring for an answer but demanding one anyway. But Boba’s not even looking at you, glowering at the other man menacingly even with the helmet between. You bring your other palm to his chest and try to push him back, pull him to the side, anything to get him to leave this stupidity.

He doesn’t so much as sway on his feet, remaining firm and tall and angry as he shrugs your hold off. His hand — non-dominant, you realise later, the one you’re not standing next to — lashes out to strike the man viciously on the side of his head.

You see a flash of the other man flinching to the side, knocking […] to the floor tiles, his hand swinging up blindly before—

Thud.

A burst of pain shatters through your right temple.

grocery thing, also part of the modern!au, was meant to be an interlude of sorts. reader and boba aren’t exactly on speaking terms at this point even though they both want to be. yeah i will write the reader to be a stubborn fool it’s called projection babes 💋✨

You whirl round, just for the words to shrivel up and die in your mouth. There’s a pathetic choke that, you realise later, bubbles up from your throat.

Because looming over you is a sight you haven’t seen in weeks. You see your face distorted in a smooth glass T-visor, set in a weathered, god-awful green helmet.

“Boba.”

You say his name so dumbly that you cringe immediately after. How many times have you rehearsed what you’d say to him? Fancy seeing you here. Look what the cat dragged in. You moron.

I missed you.

He takes a step back, and it is only then that you realise how close he was before. Completely in your space as you leaned against the racks. A while ago, that would’ve bothered you. Hell — a while ago, you would have noticed. Why didn’t you now?

You give him a once-over, as if you’re checking for the same scrapes and bruises and split lip all over again. As if weeks haven’t gone by without so much as a breath in the other’s direction. He looks… the same. You can’t say good, because Boba’s never been one to care about appearances beyond ‘presentable’ and it shows in his day-to-day. The same olive-green bomber jacket. The same pair of braids, fastened to his shoulder. The same well-worn jeans. And of course, the same goddamn helmet — complete with its dent and intimidating glare.

He looks normal. Safe, healthy. Which is more than you can ask for, really. Since it’s none of your business.

While you fumble for words, scrambling for something, anything to say to him, Boba hold out a fist. Measured and firm, like all his movements are.

From his hand dangles the bag of limes.

and djarin’s arrive is from a paz x mando!reader thing i’ve been thinking about! au where the covert is FINE thank u very much. also big bratty sibling energy between the reader and din dfdkfdfhdf catch me writing better platonic relationships than romantic huh

You crack a smile at the barb. Din, resolutely not facing the taller man, grunts. You suspect he’ll be doing a lot of that while he’s here. From behind, Paz uses both gloved hands to press down on both your helmets with just enough force to be annoying. Such a child when he wants to be. Both of them, really.

A half-smile on your face, you swat at the pesky Infantry soldier’s arm, and the pressure from above vanishes before you feel a distinct plink on the back of your helm.

Flicking? Really?

Before you can turn around to give Paz a piece of your mind, you hear his voice. Right in your ear, had it been uncovered.

“Make sure he doesn’t blow anything up, baar’ur’ika,” he mutters, barely loud enough for your sensors to pick up yet resonating through your beskar, through your mind. You can hear the smirk in his voice. Maker, he didn’t even touch you — yet the remnants of that closeness lie heavy in your chest. By the time you recover from the low, rolling growl in your ear, Paz is gone.

Leaving you with Din. Who is suspiciously quiet.

“W-what?” 

“Hm?” Din’s helmet turns back to you, and it’s only then that you realise he wasn’t staring at all. Either you’re self-absorbed, or Din is oblivious. 

Must be the latter.

that’s all for now folks

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