#‘hey do we have an ng+ au��

[rosenbergamot]

has anyone done a life series timeloop au. just any of the life series. im cooking up a secret life one but i also want to read some….. is there anybody out there cooking as well….. im shaking the bars of my enclosure!!!

[u3pxx]

✱ frequently asked questions!

hey there, the name’s den/sun! i’m a filipino artist with too many ideas and too little sleep! i mainly post and draw ace attorney and disco elysium with the occasional dungeon meshi drawing. i also like good omens, danganronpa, tmnt 2012, undertale/deltarune, mob psycho 100, splatoon, fairly odd parents: a new wish, haikyuu, and pokemon! :^]c

rest of the faq under read more (because it's very long lol) | dividers from here! | faq will be updated every now and then

what program do you use?

old answer: i use clip studio paint ex! as of 06/24/2023: i use clip studio paint pro v3 for illustrations and clip studio paint v1 ex for animatics

what brush do you use?

old answer: i mainly use the gasa gaya line pen for sketching and the t-pen for both sketching and inking as of 09/22/2023: i use the koya pen for sketching and inking and the gasa gaya line pen for inking occasionally. as of 12/19/2023: i use the a pen that feels like a pencil (鉛筆を感じる液だまりペン) with the pen pressure opacity turned on for sketching (i also use it for inking occasionally). i don’t ink that much right now but i still also use the gasa gaya line pen for it. as of 03/07/2024: i use both the a pen that feels like a pencil (鉛筆を感じる液だまりペン) and calish ink for both sketching and inking. as of 07/08/2024: i use the dry ink brush on clip studio paint.

do you do commissions?

yes, i do! currently closed right now because i’m a student and art school is hard but feel free to take a quick look here if you would be so interested! :^] however, i do occasionally open 2 slots for sketch commissions whenever i’m in need of some money so watch out for that pftt <3

do you sell prints?

yep! i have an inprnt!

where else can we find you?

you can find me both in twitter, Instagram, and art fight! i also have a youtube where i haven’t posted in 4 years pftt

can we use your drawings?

you can use my drawings for profile pictures, banners, even your little tiktok video edits as long as i'm credited (with a link back to my art account, please!) (also if you did do little tiktok edits with my art can you please send them to me i would be so delighted to see them)  just so we’re clear too, i don’t allow reposting of my art on other social media without my permission or credit. thanks!

can you draw [insert thing here]?

i don’t do requests! and usually, when i ask for things to draw, it depends if i’m feeling up to it so sorry if i don’t!

can i draw fanart of your au’s/oc’s?

YES! please, i’d be so dang honored! and please tag me too if you ever post it so i could see it and reblog it here! :^D (and also gush wail cry and scream about it forever and ever)

what does your username “u3pxx” mean?

it’s just my name den upside down, the x’s are because my old selfsona design had x’s for pupils and i wanted to incorporate that.

what does your tag “pampabait” mean?

pampabait (pam‧pa‧ba‧it) is a tagalog word that loosely means “to make [something] kind”, since the prefix “pampa-” is used to denote the causing of a state and “bait” means “kind”! the way i use it is also kind of referencing the phrase "nasisiraan ng bait" (losing one's mind/starting to feel insane). it's just a tag i use for some wholesome stuff i see that would stop me from going I HATE EVERYTHING FORVEVERRRR

have you played all the ace attorney games?

i have not! only because i got into ace attorney via let’s plays, instead. me and some friends are however trying to finish dgs though we haven’t been able to play for a long time pftt. we’re currently still on dgs2-1.

who’s your favorite ace attorney character?

look at me in the eye, boy. wheezes but it is apollo justice, trucy wright, and klavier gavin.

TAG DIRECTORY

✱ GENERAL TAGS

#sunnysidedraws - all of my polished drawings or doodles i consider high-effort #sunnysidedoodles - stuff that i wouldn’t consider polished but hey, they’re cute lmao #sunnysideanswers - all of my answered asks #sunnysiderambles - my general thoughts, rambles, or whatever #sunnysidetutorials - answered asks on how i do certain art stuff of mine #sunnysidelb - liveblogs of whatever i’m watching/reading #sunnysideplays - liveblogs of the games i play (it's just pokemon right now lol) #sunnysidepolls - whatever polls i make up #sunnysidezines - for previews and the finished pieces of all the zines i’ve been in

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#sunnysideattorney - ace attorney art #sunnysideomens - good omens art (includes bad omens) #sunnysidedisco - disco elysium art #sunnysidemeshi - dungeon meshi art #sunnysidepotions - potionomics art #sunnysideprom - monster prom art #sunnysidemons - pokemon art #sunnysidefairies - fairly odd parents: a new wish art #sunnysideball - haikyuu art #den’s gavinners tag - includes all of my gavinners ocs art, rambles, asks i’ve answered about them, and other posts that reminded me of them #den’s aa roleswap au - what it says on the tin, includes my art and also art that others made for the au! :’^D i also have a sideblog specifically for it #den’s bad omens - has all my stuff and art others made for my good omens roleswap au! #disco femlysium - art of fem!harry and fem!kim (and everybody else) #den's disco swap - art of my disco elysium roleswap au #disco meshi au - art of my dungeon meshi au for disco elysium

[drconstellation]

Inside the Dirty Donkey

**Warning! This meta contains spoilers and speculation for S3. Do NOT tag Neil!**

Time to get comfy, folks. Get your drink of choice, be it a cupperty, coffee, or nip of sherry, and find a seat. You’ll definitely want to be sitting down for this one. We’re going to the pub!

The name is apparently a favorite of NG’s, used in his short story “We Can Get Them For You Wholesale.” And it also appears in the Sandman AU.

In the short story above the protagonist is a jilted lover who tries to organize an assassin for his fiancé who is having an affair with another man at their shared workplace. He meets the ‘salesman’ of the firm he contacts at a pub called the Dirty Donkey, and it escalates from there. The story is freely available online, so you can search it up if you really want to read it, it won’t take long. It mentions a pale horse, which is usually what Death rides in on, and is appropriate in the context of that story.

The question we need to ask is how does the name The Dirty Donkey apply to the Good Omens AU? Are there any context to the name at all?

There are several meanings for a dirty donkey:

Its a slang or joke name for a black horse (not particularly a dark horse, that has a different meaning altogether)

A cocktail

A sex position (I’ll let you look that one up yourself…)

Probably the first thing we need to talk about, though is an actual donkey itself, in relation to Jesus, as S2 is full of Jesus references and hints to the Second Coming in S3. Yep, it was all there in front of us, but we were too focused on other things. If you remember your Bible teachings, Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey, because he came in peace. In ancient times leaders rode horses if they went to war, or if they came in conquest. But arriving by donkey meant you came with peaceful intentions.

But Jesus didn't turn up in S2, you say. And certainly not on any hairy beast. Ah, but he did - metaphorically. Gabriel as Jim turned up - he came up the street, by (the Dirty) Donkey, walking through spilled blood tomatoes, then mentioned his arms were no longer sore (because he had been taken off the cross.) MrPeriod talks more about how Jim represents Jesus here, and it might be worth revisiting it at length another time, as there is quite a bit to unpack there.

There are also the two big golden lions perched on either end of the bar inside the pub, that look rather ominous. The lions are strongly connected to Jesus and his resurrection, representing his return. (I'm still planning to have a better look for more lions in both S1 and S2, but that is still a WIP at the moment.)

There is also the scene in 1941 where the Nazi zombies stagger into the Dirty Donkey and spy on Aziraphale and Crowley through the windows through to the book shop, but all they manage to get is “Banana, fish, gorilla, shoe lace with a dash of nutmeg.” It sounds a bit like a cocktail reference – well, the nutmeg is definitely a GO ref to a certain cocktail – but the cocktail called a Dirty Donkey has cinnamon in it, in the form of cinnamon schnapps, not nutmeg – plus chocolate liqueur and rum. So maybe not.

But perhaps the most important thing we have to examine is the conversation about Jane Austin that Aziraphale and Crowley have in the pub, in S2E2. Because its got so many levels you just about need a break for extra oxygen half way down. Ha! And you thought it was a couple of funny throw-away lines about how Aziraphale saw human romance...

OK, this is the section of dialogue we are going to look at:

AZIRAPHALE: If you're going to invoke fiction, you might as well do it properly. CROWLEY: Properly? AZIRAPHALE: You remember Jane Austen? CROWLEY: Yeah. I'm not gonna forget her in a hurry, am I? The brains behind the 1810 Clerkenwell Diamond Robbery. Brandy smuggler. Master spy. What a piece of work. AZIRAPHALE: She wrote books. Novels. CROWLEY: Jane? Austen? AZIRAPHALE: Yes! CROWLEY: Whoa, bit of a dark horse. Novels, eh? AZIRAPHALE: Yes. They were very good. CROWLEY: Well. No, I'm just surprised, that's all. You think you know someone. AZIRAPHALE: She had balls. CROWLEY: Well.... AZIRAPHALE: Cotillion balls. People would gather and do some formal dancing and then realize they had misunderstood each other and were actually deeply in love.

Ready to dive into the levels on the Jane Austen conversation? Let's go...

Level 1: It’s a conversation about the novelist Jane Austen, and it sounds like they both met her, but they remember her in different ways – and Crowley’s memory is rather surprising!

Level 2: There is a mention of a robbery. This makes the parallel with the 1967 scene in S1E3 Hard Times, where Crowley has a secret meeting in the Dirty Donkey to plan a robbery to steal holy water from a church. The robbery in the above conversation involves diamonds (are you taking note/s? This is important!) from Clerkenwell, a district of London of some notoriety. It was famous for it watchmakers and jewelers, but it was also the home of Oliver Cromwell, who has a link to the 1650 date mentioned in S2E1 and the Eccles cakes, to Charles Dickens (author of A Tale of Two Cities, a book of note for GO) Oh, and both times Crowley is wearing a "Tactical Turtleneck", which others have noted he wears when he is doing his own master spy work, such planning or discussing robberies, or sneaking into Heaven to rob them of information!

Level 3: There is Aziraphale’s idea about how a romance should be conducted, by hosting a cotillion ball with formal dancing, because he's read all those romantic novels by Austen. And we get to see that played out in S2E5 in the eldritch ball. Crowley's idea of a romance was to get caught in the rain and kiss, then - vavoom!

Level 4: Why mention this apparently fictional side to an author of fictional romance? Well, on one hand, it’s an interesting but dark set-up for a joke later at the beginning of S2E6. I ended up discussing it at length here, but the short of it is that it is our usual human custom not to speak ill of the dead, and this is a form of extreme black-and-white thinking. Here, Aziraphale speaks of the good/white side of Jane Austen, that is well known, but Crowley speaks of the black/supposedly forgotten or unspoken bad side of Austen.

Level 5: Here’s the S3 information. Have you been paying attention? Did you take note? The parallels were the robberies between a church, and diamonds? That she was a brandy smuggler? Do you know where they smuggled brandy from? And do you know where Austen actually lived? On the South Downs, overlooking the Channel to France…

Whew. I think I need a drink after that. Cheers!

[Edit: I've recently finished a meta on the Bentley and how that relates to black horses, and it's occurred to me why the ethereal lift, or "hellevator," is in the entrance to the Dirty Donkey. Black horses are symbolic spirit guides between the worlds of the living and the dead, so this makes the perfect place to put the lift!]

[nocompromise-noregrets]

five good things

aaaaand straight in with the really good one:

We have Last Cat Standing back after his thyroid treatment - he spent nine days at the vet hospital, and his thyroid is completely cured. Hooray! He turned 18 on Monday, and this has got him back to normal and given him who knows how many more years. I can't tell you how much of a relief it is, given that we lost the other three to various things that we couldn't do anything about.

I have a four day weekend, having done two days for job number two last week, and I am going to enjoy every last moment of it.

I did a full-body-stretch yoga routine today, having done no exercise whatsoever (other than a bit of walking) for far too long - I've been really achy and sore this week, particularly around the hips, which is always a sign I need to exercise, and I feel a lot better for having stretched properly, although I'm going to have to do the same routine every day for a good long while, I suspect.

I've got a gig lined up! It's not until October, but New Generation Superstars, a bunch of punk rock n' rollers from Leicester who I got to know at Trash Fest in Helsinki well over ten years ago, are finally playing this end of the country, and to top it off they're supporting Spread Eagle, who were a fantastic hard rock band at the end of the 80s/beginning of the 90s and who have been reformed for a few years now. I had no idea they were back, so when I saw the dates on NGS's FB page yesterday I had to go and check in case it was someone else - but it's them! I'm so excited. :D

I've almost finished my OU course - I just have the final essay to do, and my tutor thought my essay plan was good so it should be fairly easy to write it up from that. I'm on course for a good First/Distinction, which is deeply satisfying given that the last time I did any studying I was fairly solidly in the 64% territory all the way - which is all right, but I couldn't seem to improve whatever I did, I didn't know what they were looking for so I couldn't do it. This time round there's a lot more guidance, and also I'm 30 years older and more experienced, and it's given me a bit of a self-confidence boost.

Talking of self-confidence boosts, I was rather delightedly surprised (or surprisedly delighted) that Supermodel got such a good reception - thank you to everyone who's read, kudos'd and commented! I've been feeling a bit invisible in fandom lately, but you've all really helped me feel better. Perhaps a tiny bit tempered by the almost-resounding-silence that greeted the greatest treasure you could ever hope to find, but hey. XD I've long suspected that the Barduil fandom prefers modern AUs to canon-'verse, and this pretty much bears it out. Extra-special thank you to everyone who kudos'd and liked that one!!

I've nominated a few pairings and fandoms for the Rare Pairs Exchange and am rather looking forward to signups and assignments...

That'll do for now! And a reminder that I'm taking prompts for Barduil Month so if anyone wants to request a fic or two, please feel free!

[ravenouscultleader780]

Status Update : Hey Fellow Cultists, So today's the day gonna be out of town for 12 days! Now that doesn't mean I wont be on a full on hiatus since once a day in those 12 days I will post something either early tomorrow and etc. But just wanted to let you guys know that's I will be m.i.a having a fun time with my family.

Also my twitter acc is getting deleted since I heard the news about the whole rate limit so Overall I'm staying here on tumblr.com forever bcuz f blue bird app and good riddance! You ruined our society, ppl and much more through the years and we will never miss you twitter.

So from now on if you wanna catchup with me on other SM Apps/Platforms it will be here on my permanent new home on tumblr, instagram, discord.com & devainart! So here is a link to all of those sites for more cotl fanart, and much more aside from main fanart edits home here on this blog.

https://www.deviantart.com/storybrooklyneer441(Posts for more of my MLP Base Edits, AUs and Non-Mlp NG edits i.e the Fazbear Family(New Edit Series replacing the indie gang r.i.p), cotl base edits and etc)

Instagram.com/Dandylioness213(Story Post, IRL updates and personal posts with acnh photography edit)

Discord.com/Trueblueaxolotl(main hub is The COTL Discord Server) if u wanna chat with or get to know me p.s only use voice chat cuz showing my own face is a personal thing I don't like doing due to some pretty sus ppl on the internet i.e overages creeps(if u know u know)

and that's all for this update post tonight! Gotta go will update once I get to city and wake up tomorrow! Goodbye and see you very soon friends!

[lustastarte]

✧♤ colorblind | bruabba ♤✧

genre: fluff/EXTREME angst

abbacchio spent his whole life living in greyscale, until bruno, an upcoming superstar’s manager, steps into his office.

published: 2023

sprinkled with giomis and fugonara au where they’re all in the music business, also based off a soulmate au where you are colorblind until you meet your soulmate

TW: CHARACTER DEATH(S), MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SUICIDE

if you wish for this one-shot to have a happy ending, please stop reading when bruno asks abbacchio to move in with him. after that, it becomes very, very dark in nature and i am informing you again as a friend that if it will put you in a bad mindset, DO NOT go any farther than the scene i mentioned before.

Ever since he was born, Abbacchio only saw the world in black and white. He walked the sidewalk, watching the dull, dark, dreary skyline pass by. It was like watching a film from the 1930s, except this one had sound. ‘Achromatopsia’ is what the doctors called it, but they could never tell him why he had it so he never let it stop him. Abbacchio could hear the city life bustle around him, each unique voice standing out to him. He could taste the smog in the air, the pollution dancing on his tongue. He could smell the unique scent of New York City, hot dog steam mixing with a middle-aged man's body odor, an unknown woman's perfume colliding with the exhaust from a bus.

Everything around him told its story in colors, but he would never know. This was how it's always been; an uncolored life made interesting only by his other fully functional senses. His job? Producing music, selling hit songs with colorless album covers. Listening to beautiful voices coming from colorless people. Releasing genius albums, consumed by colorless customers. Answering important calls with colorless managers in his colorless office. Abbacchio was so tired of the day-to-day experience being nothing more than a charcoal sketch.

It’s not that he dislikes the greyscale world he’s been placed in, not at all. Black is an elegant color to him, it reminds him of licorice, his favorite flavor as a child, and of protection. He loves grey, it makes him think of the smell of rain on pavement and compromising on a place to eat dinner. White is delicate to him, it reminds him of the snowy winters he’s used to and the fluffy clouds that dot the light grey sky.

After staying all day in his black and white studio, he returns to his black and white apartment, greeting his roommate as he walks through the door.

"Hey Nara, I'm back," Abbacchio called as he shuffled his way toward his room.

"Did you sign that uh-," Narancia paused, trying to remember the artist's name. "-Mint guy?"

Abbacchio furrowed his eyebrows and lifted one half of his upper lip in confusion, and Narancia tried again. "Mister? Mista? Whatever the fuck his name is."

"Oh, him. Yeah, he came by today and showed me his skills. I think I'm going to sign him."

"You should, we need to get a new artist out there. Imagine the headlines! 'NG Record Company: The Big Break!' " He swiped his hand in the air as he spoke.

Abbacchio sighed as his friend rambled on and on about how big their company would make it once they signed Mista. Narancia was wired to think this way; he was the company's CEO, after all.

"But don't you need to listen to his demo first?"

"I guess I do. Did you bring it home?"

"No," Abbacchio laughed. "You know I never bring work home."

Narancia sighed and propped his forehead up with his palm, leaving his head in his hand for a few seconds before lifting it back up.

"I'm so distracted right now that I forgot, I'm sorry," he explained, smiling.

"Ooh, what are you distracted about?"

Narancia chuckled after seeing the sly smile on his roommate's face. "Well, you see, it's kinda complicated."

"How about I order dinner and you tell me every little detail? I have all night," Abbacchio suggested.

"You've got yourself a deal."

Within minutes, there was a knock at the door signaling the arrival of their pizza. Abbacchio paid, closed the door, and then set the two boxes down on the coffee table. He fell back onto the couch, looking over at his best friend and whispering, "Spill."

Narancia sighed heavily. "Okay, so you know how today was my day off, right?"

Abbacchio nodded, and the other continued.

"I decided I was going to treat myself today, maybe go shopping, go out to eat lunch, grab a coffee. You know, stuff for me. Anyway, there was this really cute guy at the restaurant, who I somehow got into a conversation with. He had this platinum blonde hair and these big red eyes, but his voice blew me off my feet. He had this bright green suit on that was obviously from a top-level designer and he didn’t seem even the slightest bit insecure. He was so beautiful," Narancia gushed, thinking about the man.

"What's his name?"

"Pannacotta Fugo," the oldest swooned before continuing. "I ended up getting his number, and I'm scared to text him. I don't know how to function, I'm awkward, how the hell am I supposed to text him? I can't even pick up my phone without shaking!"

Abbacchio laughed, shaking his head; he had never seen Narancia get like this over anyone. He stopped laughing when he was hit with a remote.

“Hey, what the fuck? Quit throwing shit at me, brat!”

"Don't laugh! This is serious!"

Abbacchio rolled his eyes. "Do you want me to text him for you? I promise I won't say anything weird."

"Sure," Narancia agreed, handing Abbacchio his phone.

Narancia:

Hey, it's Narancia

The older man handed the phone back with a small jerk. “See? I told you it wouldn’t be weird.”

“Thank y-”

Ping! 

Fugo:

Hey  You know, I thought you were a pretty cool guy

Narancia squealed, ripping the phone out of Abbacchio's hand.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, what do I say?!”

“What you would have said in person, stupid bitch.” Abbacchio bit into a slice of pizza.

Narancia:

Thank you! You're really cool too  We should talk more

Fugo: 

Yeah, we should

Abbacchio was cheering for Narancia, a piece of pizza hanging out of his mouth. "I told you it would be fine! I’m happy for you, Nara!"

But even though he smiled and cheered for Narancia, he felt lonely. He didn't know what Narancia meant when he said Fugo had blonde hair, red eyes, and a green suit. He didn't know what it felt like to even crush on someone. He only knew his lonely, black-and-white world. With his mind running like this, there was no chance at sleep that night.

"I'm heading to the studio, are you coming now or waiting until we open?"

"I'm coming with you," Narancia said from the bathroom as he neatly combed his black hair and straightened his tie. Abbacchio held the door for him, yawning and rubbing his tired eyes as he walked out and climbed into the passenger side of the younger's car.

Luckily, parking was easy to find that morning, and traffic wasn’t nearly as horrific as it could have been.

"Good luck in your meeting, Nara," Abbacchio said, patting Narancia's back.

"Thanks Abba, I'll need it," he responded with a nervous smile, walking into his office. Abbacchio kept walking, making his way to his studio. He had a few good hours to make tracks before he had to call Mista's manager, and he would be damned if he didn’t put them to good use.

Time flew by as he laid down samples and recordings, creating a masterpiece. He could have cried as he played the finished track. Never in his entire career had he finished a track that fast, and never in his career had he been so proud of a track of his. As the track ended, he heard a knock on his studio door.

"Come in," he said, just loud enough for the person on the other side to hear.

"Hey, Mr. Abbacchio? Your conference call with Mr. Buccellati is about to begin," his assistant, Giorno, notified him.

"Thanks for the heads up, Giorno," he said with a nod at the blonde.

Not five minutes later, his phone rang in his office.

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Abbacchio," a bright tenor voice said from the other end.

"Please, call me Leone. And what should I call you?"

"Call me Bruno. Mr. Buccellati is much too formal." 

"Will do. How are you?"

"I'm great! How are you?" 

"I'm doing just fine, thanks for asking. Anyway, let's get down to business."

"Yes, how was the demo?" 

"It was beautiful, I'm quite pleased by it. Personally, I think he'll be a great addition to the company, but I have to talk to the higher-ups first."

"That's great news! Do you mind if I bring Mista in?" 

"Yes, please, call him in. I want to tell him how he did."

Abbacchio heard the door open and close softly on the other line, the shuffling of feet, and a chair being moved.

"Hi, Mr. Abbachio." 

"Mista, can I just say your demo was amazing? I was amazed by your vocals, and I think you'd be a great addition to NG. If the big man says yes, you're in. What do you say?"

"Are you really offering me a spot?" 

Abbacchio could hear the disbelief in the boy's voice. "Yes, definitely. So? What do you say?"

"Of course!" 

"And what do you say, Bruno?"

"I say let's do it." 

After that, Mista left the room and the two men decided on a date to have a meeting, and ended the call. Abbacchio had never had such a good feeling on any given day, much less about a new signee. His studio door swung open, scaring him.

"Abba? Abba!"

"Shut up, Nara. You know I'm in here."

"Listen, that was the single most boring meeting I've ever been in. All the board talked about was money, not the music!"

"Jesus Christ, calm down Narancia," Abbacchio said. "It's not like they care about the music, you know that. They aren't like us."

Narancia shrugged, plopping down in the chair beside his roommate with a heavy sigh.

"And that isn't even the worst part," he sighed. "They gave me a shit ton of paperwork. I'm gonna be here until 3 a.m.!"

"I mean," Abbacchio started, sitting up. "I could stay and help you. Maybe Giorno might even join."

The younger nodded, before asking about the conference call.

"I think it went well. Bruno certainly seemed happy, and so did Mista. I think we should sign them," Abbacchio said, looking toward Narancia.

"I think we should too."

"So it's a yes for Mista?"

Narancia smiled and nodded just as someone knocked on Abbacchio's door.

"Giorno, you don't have to knock," he said, being able to pick out his assistant's timid knocking.

"Sorry Mr. Abbachio," the young man apologized, shyly smiling.

"It's okay, but just walk in, okay?"

"Alright. Anyway, I was sent here to help Mr. Ghirga with his paperwork by the other assistant."

"You can go home if you'd like, you've worked hard all week."

"I think I'll stay and help," he says happily, smiling at the two men.

"Thank you, Giorno. You're a big help around here," Abbacchio admits.

"It's no problem, Mr. Abbacchio."

"Please, call me Abbacchio or Leone."

"O-Of course! And Mr. Ghirga, I'll get started on that paperwork now, if you'd like," Giorno said, eager to work. 

"You can call me Narancia. Here's a third of the stack, thank you again for helping me out.”

"It's my pleasure!"

The trio finished the stack of paperwork at 11 p.m., far earlier than Narancia had expected. Abbacchio dismissed Giorno, giving him half the day off the next day, then he and Narancia locked up and left for their shared apartment.

"Narancia," Giorno's voice poured into Narancia's office through the intercom.

"Yes?"

"You have a visitor by the name of Pannacotta Fugo. Permission to send him up?" 

"Oh!" Narancia jumped up out of his chair. "I mean, yes, please send him up."

"He'll be there in a few minutes." 

Knock knock knock. 

"Come in."

Fugo walked in confidently, brushing a stray hair back into place. "I was wondering... Is your lunch break free?"

"It always is," Narancia said, smiling at the man. "Why?"

"Well," he whispered, looking up. "I was wondering if you'd let me take you out for lunch?"

"No," Narancia began. Fugo looked crestfallen before he continued, "but I'll take you out."

"Why won't you let me take you out?"

"I just feel like paying for you today."

"But you did this last time...?"

Narancia laughed. "I guess I feel like paying for you every day. You better get used to it."

Fugo smiled and shook his head, chuckling. "Well, are we going or not?"

"Of course we are," Narancia confirmed, getting up from his chair and grabbing Fugo's arm to lead him out.

Narancia:

Hey Abba, I'm going with Fugo for lunch, if anyone asks, I died and I don't want them looking for me  I’ll be back at like 2 I think maybe

Abbacchio:

Okay, I’ll be in the studio  Have fun  Wear a condom, no stds

Narancia:

Ew wtf???? You’re stupid and gross and I hate you  Read by Abbacchio at 12:59

"Giorno," the sound of Abbacchio's voice booming from the intercom made Giorno jump.

"Y-Yes sir?"

"You don't need to call me sir, its okay, and come to my studio ASAP." 

"I'll be there quickly," Giorno said, cleaning his desk a little before nearly running to his boss' studio. He was nervous, anything could happen. Had he done anything wrong? Was he going to get fired? These thoughts only scared him even more as he knocked on the door.

"Giorno, what did I say about knocking? You don't have to knock on the do-," Abbacchio abruptly stopped speaking when he opened the door and saw his trainee's face. "Oh my god, are you okay? You look like a piece of paper, do you need to go home?"

"Sorry, I forgot. I'm just nervous, I don't know if I'm about to get fired or what," he said apologetically.

"Don't apologize, it's okay. But why would I fire you? You're the hardest worker here. I'm making you my understudy."

Giorno choked. "You're what?"

"Teaching you how to make music. And once you do that, I'm going to give you a production spot here."

"Why?"

"I've seen the way you study music. You clearly know a lot, I mean, you can do my paperwork with no problem."

"Thank you," Giorno managed to get out, attempting to keep his composure. He had been dreaming of this position for years.

Abbacchio pulled him into a short, father-like hug. Giorno was like his son, although he didn’t know that yet. He motioned his apprentice into the studio, and began working with him. Hours later, Giorno knew the basics of making a track, and as he sat there doing that, Abbacchio snuck out to buy them both a coffee and some snacks. They'd be there all night.

Around 3 a.m., both men had fallen asleep. Giorno had his head on Abbacchio's desk, and Abbacchio's head was on his hand, supported by his arm. Empty coffee cups and wrappers lay all around the room and clustered around the trash can. The track Giorno was working on was playing quietly in the background. A soft ballad, reminiscent of a lullaby or an 80's love song. The pages of lyrics Abbacchio was writing were scattered around his portion of the desk, his pencil attached to one of them. It was a chaotic mess, but somehow beautiful nonetheless. It must've been the coffee or the music, but a bond was created that night that could never be broken.

Narancia walked into Abbacchio's studio the next morning, looking for the roommate that never came home. Inside, he found Abbacchio and Giorno asleep, and while it was adorable to see them bonding, he needed to wake them up. Abbacchio had a meeting later that day with Mista's manager, Bruno Buccellati, and Giorno had to interview Mista and keep him out of the way.

"Hey idiot," He said, smacking Abbacchio's arm out from under his head and laughing when his forehead hid the desk. "Get up, you have a meeting in two hours."

He then gently shook Giorno awake, earning a slap to the back of the head and a few not-so-nice words from Abbacchio.

"Good morning, Giorno."

"Morning, Narancia."

"Hey, you have an interview with that Mista guy today, you need to run home and get ready. Take as long as you need, just be back before 1 p.m.," Narancia said, patting a sleepy Giorno on the back. "You too, Abbacchio."

Both producers left to get cleaned up, and Narancia spent the time they were gone texting Fugo and grabbing food for them. When they returned, he handed out coffees and breakfast to each and told them to eat quickly. Within no time, Mista and Mr. Buccellati were standing in front of Giorno's desk.

Giorno put on his brightest smile and straightened his posture. "Hello and welcome to NG Records! How may I help you today?"

"We're here for a meeting with Mr. Leone Abbacchio," the shorter out of the two strangers stated as the tallest stared in awe at Giorno.

"Which one of you is Mr- Uh-” Giorno looked down at his clipboard. “Mr. Guido Mista?"

"Me," the tallest said quietly, smoothing his shirt.

"Alright," Giorno began, smiling at his nervous antics. "When I lead Mr. Buccellati to Mr. Abbacchio’s office, you’ll continue following me."

"Sure," Mista managed to get out before Giorno stood up and began to walk down the hall. He couldn't help but stare at the man in front of him.

His small frame, perfectly braided hair, sharp jawline, slightly pointy nose, long legs, and his bright green eyes were all too much for Mista. Only when Giorno turned around did he stop staring, but even then, he continued to concentrate on the man's beautiful face, eyes forcefully wandering every once in a while to appear less obvious.

"Here you are Mr. Buccellati," Giorno said, smiling, before he knocked on the door. "Mr. Abbacchio, you have a visitor."

"Come in," Abbacchio said, Giorno immediately opening the door for the man.

"Thank you, Giorno."

"No problem, sir," he said, closing the door and motioning for Mista to follow him.

Once they reached Giorno's office, he held the door for Mista. 

"Please, have a seat."

Mista sat down quickly, watching the man's every move.

"Okay, these are pretty cliche questions, but they’re all very important, so please take them seriously and answer honestly.”

“I can do that,” Mista gave the other a sort of dopey grin, smoothing his clothes out again.

“Thank you. Can you tell me where you see yourself in five years?"

"I see myself with a family and a place at this company as an international superstar."

"Those are some big dreams," Giorno said quietly before smiling. "I like it. Why did you pick this company?"

"The others turned me down when they saw me, they thought I was 'too pretty to sing.' But then I visited Mr. Abbacchio one day, and he gladly listened to my demo. I just felt like I needed to apply here."

Giorno nodded in an approving manner, making Mista turn his head away and blush. He began writing furiously in a messy cursive that Mista couldn’t quite read, looking back up at the other every couple of sentences.

"Alright, one more question. Can I uh-," Giorno stopped, rubbing the back of his neck. "Can I have your number? It's just for business and… medical… purposes..."

Mista knew that Giorno wouldn't need his number for business, he had his manager's.

"Can I see your phone?"

In the contact information, he put "Guido Mista; for personal use," and handed the phone back to Giorno with his dopey, shit-eating grin. Giorno laughed, hiding his face a little.

"I think I should get you back to Mr. Buccellati. You answered the questions well, though. It's a yes from me."

"What are the questions for anyway? Or can you not tell me?"

"Leo- Mr. Abbachio just does them to throw people off, but also to see if they have a good heart. We don’t want any of those two-faced celebrities here."

"Oh, that makes a lot of sense," Mista said, chuckling.

"Cute," Giorno whispered, smiling and pulling out his phone.

"W-What?"

"I said cue! Mr. Ghirga just messaged me saying that Mr. Abbacchio and Mr. Buccellati are almost done. We should get going."

"Alright…"

Mista could've sworn Giorno said 'cute,' not 'cue,' but apparently he misheard. Maybe he should stop listening to his music as loud as he has been. They stopped just outside Abbacchio's office, standing awkwardly close.

"Thank you for coming, Bruno! I'll get back to you later."

"Oh, it's no problem, Leone," Bruno said, slightly flustered. "I enjoyed our conversation."

Abbacchio opened the door for Bruno, shaking his hand on the way out.

Giorno nodded toward him with a soft smile. "Shall I lead you out?"

"Of course, Mr....?"

"Giorno Giovanna, sir. But just call me Giorno," he finished, smiling at Bruno, but his eyes lingered on Mista.

"Well then of course, Giorno."

And with that, Giorno turned around and began walking with a simple, "Follow me."

"Mr. Abbacchio, you have a visitor."

"Come in. Thank you, Giorno," Abbacchio said without looking up.

"No problem, sir."

The door closed, and Abbacchio finally looked up.

It started from the man in his office, and spread around the room. Abbacchio could only sit there and watch as his office turned from black and white to an otherworldly looking place. He couldn’t help but stand silent in his shock and graze his eyes over the room.

There was this one trinket in the corner of his office that looked like it had been painted the color of anger, of endless love and passion. Of heartbreak and your wildest dreams. Primal energy, the heat of the desert, and the urge to rise to power. The color looked like the taste of cinnamon and the smell of strawberry wine.

The pencil on Abbacchio's desk had been coated with a pigment reminiscent of warmth, determination, and flamboyance. It reminded him of his success, gas-lit lamps, glow sticks, and summer. Abrasive prestigiousness. It was the taste of honey and the smell of sweet, tropical citrus.

The drink on his desk was bright, but pastel. It was the epitome of happiness; it made Abbacchio excited. It looked like what it felt like to stand in the sun on a spring day. It was both the feeling of being sick and being thrown a surprise birthday party. Intelligence and positive energy, the warmth of a fire. It was the taste of sour candies and the smell of flowers.

The plants in his office were a pleasing color. It looked like the smell of a freshly cut lawn. It was like the feeling of morning dew on grass. It reminded him of a filthy rich person, or the gut-sinking, chest-burning feeling of envy. A fresh start, a mountain retreat, and good-health. It was the taste of mushrooms and spinach and the smell of pine needles.

He focused on Bruno's eyes. They were a rich color, one that radiates the feeling of safety. Of coming home to that special someone, or swimming in the clouds. It was sadness and calmness all in the same. Just like the one before, it screamed nature, even though it seemed so unnatural. It was the taste of freshly baked muffins and the smell of the sea.

He looked at the flowers in the vase on his desk. They were a deep color, but vibrant nonetheless. He loved this one the most. You'd expect such a color to be on the shoulders of noblemen and women. It reminded Abbacchio of wisdom, dignity, independence, and devotion. It was the taste of a lavender-vanilla tea and the smell of a velvet dress doused in high-end perfume.

Finally, he looked down at the desk. Out of all the others, it matched the most with the plants in the office. It was a deep color, one crafted by Mother Earth herself. Strength, stability, and even comfort. Antiquated furniture and jewelry, nature, the safety of one’s home, and the heart of bustling cities in one. It was the taste of tiramisu and coffee and the smell of old books and fresh, soft soil full of humus.

"Leone? Are you okay? You look startled," Bruno cooed, snapping Abbacchio back to reality. 

"Y-Yeah, yep, I'm great, I just um-... Remembered something."

"Alright, let’s get started, shall we?"

"Yeah! Okay, so far, Mista is looking extremely eligible for this job."

"Great! What did you think of his demo?"

"Not only did I love it, but Mr. Ghirga, our CEO, loved it. He hardly ever approves of clients."

"Oh wow," Bruno breathed in. "That's amazing!"

"Yeah! And don't worry about what will happen to you, you'll still be his manager, but you get a job here too if he makes it through. The only hurdle is that he does have to make it through Giorno."

"The kid who brought me here?" He doesn't look threatening," Bruno was confused. What could that skinny boy even do?

"He only asks two questions, but can almost completely figure out how a person works through those two questions," Abbacchio explained. "Only two, and he knows almost everything about you but the specifics of your life story. It's freaky, but really amazing and kind of helpful."

Bruno smiled. He really liked Abbacchio's voice. And his hair. And his face... He liked everything. Although he doesn't believe in love at first sight, he feels like he's liked this man for a while. All he did was walk in the room and boom , he's crushing. Bruno fell hard for no real reason. Was it love? Bruno doubted it. It was probably just a temporary crush, started by his brain getting tired of being lonely.

He was so concentrated on the said crush that he didn't notice when Abbacchio said, "I think we're done for now."

"Bruno?"

"O-Oh, sorry, I zoned out for a second."

"This is the seventh time you've zoned out in the last 5 minutes. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Bruno said, hastily gathering his papers into a folder.

"Alright," Abbacchio muttered, not believing the man in front of him.

"Oh, before I go, take this," Bruno spoke quickly, handing Abbacchio a piece of paper, telling him goodbye, and closing the door behind him.

Abbacchio opened the piece of paper.

Bruno B. - xxx-xxx-xxxx :D

Abbacchio's heart fluttered for some unknown reason, but he only blamed it on the coffee he had earlier. He opened the door and stepped aside for Bruno. Giorno greeted him as he walked out the door and began to lead him out.

"How was the meeting, Mr. Buccellati?"

"Good! It went well," Bruno said, beginning to walk down the hall. "How was your interview with Mista?"

Giorno spoke first. "Mista did well. I still have to evaluate his answers, but overall, he's looking good."

Mista opened his mouth to speak, only to whisper, "Giorno was nice," to Bruno.

Soon the trio reached the door, and Giorno held it open for them as they exited.

"Thanks, Giorno. I'll message you later about... business stuff," Mista said quickly, waving awkwardly and running to catch up with Bruno.

Giorno bit his lip to hide a giddy smile as he walked back inside. He grabbed Narancia's attention on his way to Abbacchio's office, excited to hear how the interview went. The men almost kicked the door down in their haste to talk to Abbacchio.

"Jesus Christ!"

They had startled Abbacchio, who was already shocked as he tried to take in all the new colors around him. Hues he's never even imagined before.

"So, how'd it go?"

"What were you doing just a second ago? You’re acting suspicious."

Abbacchio rolled his eyes. "It went well, and I was... looking at everything."

"What?" Narancia laughed.

"I can see color now! I don't know how it happened, but Bruno just walked in and everything exploded before my eyes!"

"Whoa, really?" Giorno asked, eyes wide.

"Yeah!" Abbacchio laughed in excitement. "It's all so..."

"So pretty?"

"No, bright was the word I was going for, Nara. But yes, pretty too,” he paused for a second. “Is-… Is it all like this?”

“Is what all like this?” Giorno tilted his head, brows tilted down.

“The world, everything?”

Narancia grabbed Abbacchio’s hand. “We need to show you something.”

"Hurry up, idiot, you're gonna miss it all!"

"Listen," Abbacchio panted, placing his hand on his knees and hunching over in an attempt to catch his breath. "I think I'm dying."

"You'll be fine, grandpa. Just because you’re old doesn’t mean you can’t move."

"And you'll be fine without a job, I'm guessing? Cause that's where you're headed Giorno."

Giorno laughed, knowing full well Abbacchio would never fire him. "Alright, grandpa, your break is over. Let's go, you have things to see."

“I can’t see shit if you don’t let me take my blindfold off.”

Narancia almost dragged Abbacchio out of the Brooklyn-Battery Tunnel, and into Battery Park in Manhattan. He told him to stand still and finally removed his blindfold. Any breath Abbacchio had regained was ripped out of him as he looked out upon the park that he had never seen in color.

"Look, Abbacchio! You see those trees?"

"Yeah?"

"Those are green and brown. And that taxi? That's yellow!"

"It's really bright."

Giorno pointed to the sky. "That's blue."

Abbacchio smiled. "I like blue… Bruno’s eyes were blue."

"You see that girl's shirt? That's orange. And Giorno's suit? That’s pink. And that bird over there! Look at that bird, that's red!"

Narancia was ecstatic about pointing all the colors out to his best friend. "Look at those flowers. They're purple, or violet, whichever you want to say," He said, beaming.

"What's that one?" Abbacchio pointed at a girl's bright hair.

"That's mint green. It's a pretty color," Giorno explained.

"What about that one?" He looked at a man's shirt.

"That's maroon.”

Abbacchio stopped, taking a deep, cleansing breath. He could've cried as he looked over that color-filled park for the first time. He never knew something could be so beautiful, so colorful. He looked over at Giorno, almost choking when he saw how green his eyes were, how his blonde hair glinted, and his suit stood out against the natural green of the park.

He turned his attention to Narancia, jumping back at the sight of his hair. He never knew black could be purple in the sun. His skin was tan and his orange accessories stood out like a neon sign against a vantablack wall. His eyes were the same royal purple Abbacchio saw on his desk.

"Wait… What do I look like?"

"Oh my god, you've never seen yourself in color before," Giorno said in disbelief.

"We need to get you a mirror now," Narancia said before grabbing Abbacchio's hand again and dragging him back onto the subway, in search of a shop with a mirror inside.

Almost two weeks later, Abbacchio had just gotten used to a life in color. He had just gotten used to the feeling he gets when someone even mentions Bruno. He had just decided on whether he was going to sign Mista or not. He had just decided on how he felt about Bruno. He had just decided that when his heart flutters and all the blood rushes to his face, it was because of Bruno. Abbacchio had just decided that he should send his first message.

Abbacchio:

Hey, it's Abbacchio  Hey, it|  H|  Hi Bruno  Hi Bru|  Hi|  Heyyy, it's that sexy man Abbacchio  Heyyy, it's that sexy|  Heyyy, |  He|  Hey Bruno, it's Abbacchio

Bruno: 

Oh, hey!  I'm glad you texted, I was just thinking about you

Abbacchio:

Oh wow, that's strange  I mean I'm not complaining  I mean I'm no|  I mean|  I|  So how are you?

Bruno:

Better now that I'm talking to you  Better now that I'm ta|  Better now t|  Bett|  I'm good, how are you?

Abbacchio:

Great, thanks for asking :)  So anyways, I have something big to tell you

Bruno: 

Ooh, what's up?

Abbacchio:

I need a countdown  10  9  8  7

Bruno: 

Abbacchio just tell me

Abbacchio:

No  6  5  4  3  2  1  I'm.....

Bruno: 

Abbacchio, I will not hesitate to block you

Abbacchio: Okay, damn  I'm signing Mista!  You both start Monday

Bruno: 

ARE YOU SERIOUS??  THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Abbacchio: 

Welcome to NG Records, I'm glad to have you  Welcome to NG records, I'm glad to ha|  Welcome to NG records, I'm|  Welcome to NG Records, we're glad to have you

Bruno: 

I need to thank you, can I take you out for dinner later?  I'll pay for it  Wherever you want to go  We need to talk about business

Abbacchio:

Yeah, that'd be great, see you later :)

Bruno: 

See you :)

Abbacchio met Bruno at a semi-crowded, semi-fancy restaurant, dressed like he was going to an important meeting.

"How many?"

"Just two," Bruno said, smiling at the hostess behind the desk, who quickly became flustered.

"O-Okay, right this way!"

"Looks like you have a girlfriend," Abbacchio teased, wiggling his eyebrows at Bruno.

"What? I don't even like girls."

"What?"

Bruno shrugged, sitting down at the table the hostess stopped at. Abbacchio brushed off what Bruno had said, figuring he was just joking.

Not long after they had gotten their food, they began talking about business. And not long after that, they got sidetracked.

"So, I need advice."

"Spill," Abbacchio said, placing his hand on his fist, propping his chin on it and smirking at Bruno, who felt his heart leap out of his chest.

"Alright.  This is gonna sound like I’m back in high school… I think I have a small crush on one of my friends, and I don't know how to even function around them. I want to tell them, but I can't because I don't know how."

"What are they like?"

"Well," Bruno began, the dreamy smile already on his face. "He- They're really nice to me, but also mean, but in a joking way. They really like music, and they're really cool and hot and I just-."

He sighed, looking at Abbacchio. "You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Abbacchio confirmed, eyeing Bruno. He was strangely envious of the person Bruno was gushing over.

"So what do I do?"

"I'd tell them as soon as possible. Don't keep them waiting."

"Thank you so much," Bruno said, grinning from ear-to-ear.

"So what do they look like?"

"Oh, well, they have the softest looking skin, such a sharp nose, and these eyes that have a color I’ve never seen replicated. I love looking at them and I love being with them. It’s been nice because I’ve spent a good deal of my time with them recently."

Abbacchio unknowingly formed fists under the table, clenching his jaw and forcing himself to smile. Why was he so angry? He doesn't even know Bruno that well.

"Maybe it's just a false alarm," he thought to himself.

Soon the night ended, and the two men parted ways. Abbacchio took the shortest route home, eager to get Narancia's opinion on the situation.

"I'm home, stupid."

"Hey, you're back! How'd it go?"

"It was... good."

Narancia raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"

Abbacchio sighed. "He was talking about his crush and I just-," he looked around. "I got jealous, but I don't know why. Why was I jealous?"

"Ooh, sounds like someone has a crush," Narancia teased, poking Abbacchio repeatedly.

"I do not have a crush."

"Yes you do, don't deny it!"

"I don't ."

"Whatever makes you sleep at night," Narancia said, shrugging.

About three months later, Bruno stood outside a nice sweet shoppe, waiting for Abbacchio. He was eager to see Abbacchio, even though he sees him every day at work. He was excited to see Abbacchio even though they meet almost every day for lunch. He was excited to see Abbacchio, even though they talk for hours a day.

"Hey!"

"Hey," Abbacchio said, chuckling at the way Bruno ran up to him like a puppy that hasn't seen their owner in a year. They gave one another a friendly hug, both of them wishing it were more.

"Fugo has our food out on a table for us already, so we should go inside."

"Fugo? That's the name of the guy Narancia won't shut up about."

"Oh really? Someone I know is head-over-heels too, I'll tell you about it inside."

"But wait, how did you know what I'd want?"

"You order the exact same thing every single time we come here," Bruno said, laughing at his forgetfulness. Abbacchio rolled his eyes in a playful manner and opened the door for Bruno.

The pair sat down at their usual table, waving at Fugo before continuing their conversation.

Bruno took a few shaky breaths. “I need to talk to you about something."

"Shoot."

"Well uh..."

"Come on, you can tell me."

"Y-You know what my shirt is made out of? Boyfriend material."

Abbacchio laughed. "That's cute, who's the lucky one?"

"You."

Abbacchio shook his head. "Come on, quit playing."

"I'm not! I really do like you, Leone. A lot, actually," Bruno said shyly, awkwardly smiling and looking away from the man he was talking to.

"I-"

"I know you don't like me back. I know you're straight. I know whatever is about to come out of your mouth. You don't have to tell me."

"Bruno, you're wrong. To be honest, I have feelings for you too and I have for a while now. So yes, your shirt is boyfriend material, but now it's Leone’s boyfriend material."

"What?"

"We are dating, right? Or do I have to ask?"

"I-I don't know, do you want to?"

"I think I do. Do you?"

"I think I do too."

Abbacchio smiled. "Then it's settled, you're mine."

"I- Okay," Bruno gave in, grinning like an idiot.

"Leone’s boyfriend, Bruno," Abbacchio mumbled to himself. "Has a nice ring to it."

Bruno pushed him slightly, a big, blindingly bright smile on his face.

"So anyway, I think I have an idea for Mista's first album."

"Yeah?"

"Imagine this. Pop, but with more acoustic backgrounds and lyrics that aren't all about love."

"I like that a lot, actually," Bruno said, his eyes lighting up.

Bruno watched as Abbacchio's smile widened when he began talking about music. He watched as Abbacchio rambled on and on about how much he was going to enjoy making Mista's tracks. He watched as Abbacchio fell into his own world, a dreamy smile on his face.

Abbacchio rambled on and on for hours, and finally, he was overcome with the sudden urge to sleep. He said his goodbyes to his newfound lover, and headed home.

"How did it go, lover boy?"

"It was amazing, Nara."

"Tell me about it. Everything."

Abbacchio almost exploded with words because he had so much to say. He talked and talked, then talked some more. Narancia listened for an hour or two, and then it was his turn to speak.

"So... I think I'm going to ask Fugo out soon."

"Don't fucking chicken out this time."

"No promises," Narancia said, shrugging. "Also, guess what I saw at the studio today?"

"What?"

"Giorno was flirting with Mista. And guess what else? Mista returned the flirting!"

"I fucking called it," Abbacchio said, smirking. “I told you!”

"Giorno, don't come in to work today." 

"Why?"

"Just don't, okay?" Abbacchio urged through the phone.

"Okay?"

The call ended, and Giorno was still as confused as before. The more he thought about it, the better a day off sounded. It wasn't until he had finished getting ready that he realized why Abbacchio said not to come into work.

Knock, knock, knock. 

He swung open the door to see Mista standing there, grinning and holding a bag.

"Guido?"

"Don't question it, I'm going to set this down inside and then we're going to go get breakfast."

Giorno laughed, having no idea what was happening. Mista came back out of the kitchen and began talking.

"After breakfast, we're gonna go and play hide-and-seek in the woods."

"Why hide and seek?"

"I'm trying to low-key get rid of you and if I do this then I can act like I couldn't find you and just leave," Mista said, giggling. "Actually, I just think it'll be fun."

Giorno fake-pouted, shoving Mista out of the door and following him out.

"And then we can do whatever you want."

"Why didn't you tell me beforehand?"

"Because your dumb ass is really predictive, and I knew that if Abbacchio gave you  the day off, you'd go somewhere. And I'm determined not to be left out."

The small cafe was packed with people, but the couple found a nice, tiny table on the outside patio area. They ate in near silence, until Mista spoke softly.

"Giorno?"

"Yeah?"

"I have something to tell you, but first you have to promise me that this won't make anything weird between us," Mista said worriedly, his fingers twitching out of nervousness.

"Of course it won't," Giorno reassured his friend. "What is it?"

"I think-," Mista stopped, looking around quickly. "I think I like you. I mean, it's obvious, isn't it? I'm always looking at you and trying to make you smile because that beautiful grin is all that I live for, I'm always trying to get closer to you, even though I know you'll never feel the same, I'm always trying to take you on a date, but I call it friendly just so you won't be suspicious, and I- Fuck, I'm rambling," Mista spoke in one burst of air, the sentences pouring out of his mouth at break-neck speed.

Giorno's entire body shut down and went into panic mode. Should he tell Mista how he feels? Should he wait? Should he- 

"I like you too," the words escaped his mouth before he could stop them, much louder than he intended.

Shit. Now everyone is looking at them. But the thought of everyone else looking at them melted away when Mista's face lit up. Giorno felt like he had just run a marathon, his heart felt like it was planning on jumping out of his chest and into Mista's palm.

"You do?"

"I- Yes, I do."

Mista had to turn away in an attempt to comprehend what had just occurred, his face glowing and his heart almost punching his rib-cage. He attempted to calm himself down, but with Giorno in front of him, that didn't work.

"Guido? Are you okay?"

"No, I-," Mista stopped speaking, unable to find the words.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, I just didn't think you'd feel the same about me. No one ever has."

"Well, I do, and I don't think it's going away anytime soon," Giorno said softly, smiling and grabbing Mista's hand from across the table.

Mista grinned as he studied Giorno's smile. The smile that brings him so much joy. The smile that he'd do anything for. Giorno laughed as he watched Mista slip into his own world.

Should he ask him out? Would it be too early? Maybe he should wait. 

Mista was dreaming about asking Giorno to be his boyfriend. Maybe he could do it when they play hide-and-seek. Maybe he could do it when he takes Giorno back home. Maybe he could do it at work the next day with a small song.

Giorno wonders what Mista thinks about when he zones out. Animals? Music? Food? The possibilities are endless. 

"But what if he's thinking about you?" A voice in the back of Giorno's head says.

"Impossible," Giorno answers back internally.

Later that evening, after they had played in the woods, Mista brought Giorno home.

"Hey, do you want to spend the night? We could have a movie marathon."

"Oh, I was already planning on it," Mista said, opening the door. He walked into the kitchen where he had put that bag down originally and took out four things: two bottles of wine and two boxes of cookies.

"Let's get this fucking party started."

If someone had told Mista three years ago that he'd be a worldwide superstar, he would have asked them what drugs they had done that day. If someone had told him three years ago that he'd be married to the man of his dreams, or that he'd have his newest album pre-ordered by 65 million people, he would have put them in a mental facility. But here he is, waking up next to the love of his life each day, preparing to release a new album to his plethora of international fans.

Abbacchio and Bruno's relationship gets better each day, as does Narancia and Fugo's. In fact, Narancia's relationship is moving faster than Abbacchio's, but Abbacchio likes things to be a little slower.

"Hey Nara," Abbacchio said, walking into Narancia's office.

"What's up, ugly?"

"I need you to sign this, dumbass," Abbacchio feigned a mean-spirited snarl, handing Narancia a clipboard.

"Why can't you just forge my signature?"

"Because you're stupid, and you can't fake stupid."

Abbacchio whipped around as he heard Bruno's bubbly laugh coming from the door.

"Hey, Leone, can I have you for a second?"

"Yeah," he said, smiling and stepping outside the office door.

"I'm taking you out tonight. When you get off, go home, get dressed up, and be ready at 6."

"I-"

"Nope, no objections," Bruno said softly, placing his hand on Abbacchio's cheek and grinning.

"O-Okay," Abbacchio muttered nervously, the hand on his cheek spawning butterflies in his stomach. His heart fluttered as Bruno leaned down to kiss him quickly before going back to his job. He stood there, smiling and blushing as if he had been embarrassed, for a few minutes. He walked back into Narancia's office, only to grab the clipboard and leave.

4:58 p.m.

It was so close to Abbacchio getting off work.

4:59 p.m.

All he could think about is getting home and getting dressed up.

5:00 p.m.

Abbacchio fell out of his chair in his haste to get home. He waved to everyone as he almost ran out of the building, Narancia trying to keep up.

"Wait up! You're riding home with me, stupid!"

"Hurry up, dick! I have to get home!"

"Jesus fuck," Narancia panted, placing his hands on his knees and bending over after finally reaching the car. Abbacchio was already inside and buckled up when Narancia raised up to open the door.

The car ride was short, as Abbacchio wouldn't let his best friend go under 50 mph. Once they reached the apartment buildings, Abbacchio jumped out of the car and hurdled toward their door with the key. In he went, bounding toward his closet, and yelling at Narancia to come help him.

"Wear purple. You look hot in purple, all homo."

"Okay, so a purple shirt and...?"

"Hold on, let me go get something," Narancia said, jumping up and racing to his room. He came back with black dress pants.

"I am not wearing that."

"Yes you are."

"No," Abbacchio said, shaking his head. “I don’t like the loose-fitting shit.”

"Yes, you'll look hot. Let's go, we don't have all day."

Abbacchio changed pants, tucking the front of his shirt into the pants. Narancia squawked, clapping his hands and nodding.

"Do I really look that good?"

"Let's just say that if I was straight, I'd go gay for you."

They were sitting on the bed talking when Bruno rang the doorbell at 6:00 p.m. sharp. Abbacchio shot up off the bed, and Narancia gave him a quick pep talk.

"Go get your man," he said, slapping the older’s back swiftly before pushing him into the living room and waving to him as he left the building.

"You look great, Leone," Bruno mused, fixing his white dress shirt and tight-fitting pants.

"So do you."

"What are we doing again?"

"You'll see," Bruno spoke, slyly smirking at the man in his passenger seat.

They pulled into the parking lot at the park. Bruno got out and opened Abbacchio's door for him. He pulled a picnic basket and blanket out of his trunk, smiling like an idiot.

"Come on, handsome," Bruno said, walking toward a clearing in the middle of a couple trees. He laid the blanket down, and sat the basket on top of it, beckoning Abbacchio over. He sat down quickly and cleared a spot for him. They ate, talking the whole time. They talked about everything from political scandals to types of trees. By the time they had finished talking, night had fallen. New York was still awake, its lights shining brighter than the sun. But where the two men sat, there was nothing to be seen but the moon and stars.

"The stars are really beautiful," Bruno muttered, looking over at Abbacchio. "But I've seen prettier."

"What could possibly be prettier than this?"

"You," Bruno said before he was pushed off the blanket.

"Oh my god, shut up," Abbacchio said, suddenly flustered. Bruno laughed, rolling back onto the blanket. He planted a kiss on the older man's cheek, grinning at him.

Later that evening, as Bruno was dropping Abbacchio off at his apartment, he said something that shook Abbacchio's world.

"Hey, Leone? You know I love you, right?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Do you love me?"

"With my whole existence."

"Do you think you might want to live with me?"

"Of course!"

"Will you?"

"Yes!" Abbacchio yelled as Bruno began to jump up and down in excitement. He grabbed Abbacchio, kissing him deeply. Narancia watched through the peephole before opening the door and scaring the couple.

"Really, Nara? You fucking asshole!"

Narancia only laughed, and Bruno frowned.

"Well, start packing your stuff, and I um... I love you," Bruno said shyly, walking back to his car.

Bruno was driving home from the record company building, a smile on his face as he thought about them having a life together one day. He laughed to himself, thinking about their future kid calling Abbacchio old. He knows it's too much to ask, they've only been in a relationship for three and a half years and they had both been determined to take it slowly. They don't even live together yet. Sure, they're always over at the other's house, but they don't live together.

However, Bruno pushed the worrisome thoughts aside, resuming his thoughts about a family life with Abbacchio. Watching him put makeup on their daughter, or hearing the sound of Abbacchio's laughter from the side when their son hits him over the head with a ball he tossed. Cooking for Abbacchio when he's sick, taking the kids to work, them sitting on a couch together, watching Giorno play toy dinosaurs with their son, and Mista playing dress up with their daughter. He thought about how they'd make good grandparents, how Abbacchio would be a good husband. He thought about how beautiful Abbacchio would look after waking up in his arms. He thought about how they'd stay up all night making tracks.

Bruno thought about how he would propose.

Now that was something he couldn't just smirk at. His whole face shifted to accommodate his smile. That big, bright smile that his Abbacchio loves so much. It was only a couple of thoughts, but those thoughts made Bruno the happiest person alive. His eyes were like crescent moons, his nose scrunched up, his teeth on full display.

It all happened so fast. 

He only saw the rogue car fly down the road toward him, not the drunk driver passed out in the seat.

It all happened so fast. 

Bruno swerved, trying to avoid the car, but it failed. He shut his eyes, cowering as the uncontrollable vehicle slammed into his at breakneck speed.

It all happened so fast. 

Those soft, bright blue eyes never opened back up. His smile wasn't there anymore, but if you looked for it, you could find it, limp and hidden by blood and glass shards. His body was crushed. His last thought was of Abbacchio. His Abbacchio.

It all happened so fast. Too fast. 

Abbacchio blinked. When he opened his eyes again, the world was grey. He shut them again, rubbing them in disbelief. He opened his eyes again, only to be met with a black and white world.

"Giorno? Narancia?"

Both of them hummed in response, never looking up to see the sudden fear in his eyes.

"I can't see color anymore, I don't know what happened... All I did was blink... It's gone, all of it."

"What?"

"What happened?"

"I don't know… I don’t know, I don’t know! Maybe I should call Bruno... I mean, I did start seeing colors after meeting him," Abbacchio reasoned, picking up his phone.

Ring...... Ring...... Ring...... No answer. Abbacchio tried again, getting the same result. Finally, he left a voicemail.

"Bruno, are you okay? Call me as soon as you get this, I need to talk to you. I-... I love you, Bruno. Please tell me you're okay." 

Then he hung up. He stood up, pacing around the studio.

"He's probably asleep, don't stress yourself, Abbacchio," Giorno spoke softly, hugging his mentor. Abbacchio, though he thought that was strange of Giorno to do, hugged back. Narancia grabbed Abbacchio's hand, drawing on it to calm Abbacchio down. He needed affection.

"Why don't I drive you home, get you to sleep, and then Giorno and I will finish this project, okay?"

Abbacchio nodded, too tired and distraught to argue. Giorno helped him out of the building, and Narancia ran to start the car.

The two men had just finished getting Abbacchio to sleep when Giorno felt his phone ring in his pocket.

"Hold on, Narancia, I need to take this," he said, slipping out of the room and onto the balcony.

"Guido? Are you okay?"

"N-No," his voice cracked, he sounded heartbroken. "Gio..." 

"What happened, baby? Do I need to come get you?"

"N-No, it's not me... Bruno, he-," Mista stopped abruptly, sobs racking through his body. Giorno felt his heart drop into his stomach, every strand of hair on his body standing straight up.

"Bruno? Bruno what?"

"C-Car accident- I- He- It-," Mista tried to speak, but it wouldn't come out.

"He was in a car accident? Is he okay?"

"No," Mista finally got out, breaking down with a near blood-curdling wail. He was close to screaming, the urge to break everything he owned just to feel something other than his heart being ripped to shreds. His father figure was gone. One of his best friends is dead.

"Is he hurt?"

"He's dead, G-Giorno, he's dead and I can't-." 

"Oh my god.... Guido... I'm so sorry, I-," Giorno, as strong as he is, teared up. His voice began cracking and his breathing became shallow.

"Giorno, don't cry..." 

"But I-... He just-," Giorno couldn't breathe. He couldn't think, and hung up with Mista after a hurried goodbye and frantic ‘I love you’s. He ran back inside, salty tears staining his beautiful tan skin, breathing rapid, teetering on hyperventilation.

"Narancia," Giorno called, his voice wavering.

"Giorno?"

"Bruno just- He- Car accident- Guido- They said he- Oh my fucking god-”

"What? Slow down," Narancia interrupted him, fear slowly seeping into his veins.

"Bruno was in a w-wreck... He didn't make it," Giorno muttered, losing his grip on his emotions. Narancia pulled him into a tight embrace.

"I- Abba... How are we going to tell him? We-," Narancia stopped, briny, almost painful tears threatening to fall from his usually happy eyes. "We can't tell him right now. L-Let's wait for tomorrow."

Giorno agreed with a solemn nod, weeping into Narancia’s shoulder.

"Abbacchio, Bruno passed away last night in a car accident." 

It sounded like he was underwater, like he had suddenly lost his hearing. All he could hear was the rush of his own blood to his head and back down to the rest of his body. Abbacchio never knew that a simple sentence could hurt him so badly, that it could destroy him. His face became a slide for salty tears, his eyes bloodshot. His hands were raw from hitting the wall in anger. He was furious with himself for not getting to say goodbye. Yes, he did say, "I love you," but he wanted Bruno to know how he truly felt so terribly bad. And now, he couldn't let him know.

Never could he move in with him. Never could they get married. Never could they raise children. Never could they spend their lives together.

"the night after you left i woke up so broken the only place to put the pieces were the bags under my eyes" - rupi kaur, "milk and honey"

Abbacchio never experiences color again. How could he? All the color in his world left when Bruno did. All the color died when the love of his life did. He spends every waking hour staring at the spot on his bed where Bruno would lay, wishing it weren't empty. He spends every hour of the day having to tell himself over and over that he can't message or call Bruno. He spends every hour of the day convincing himself it isn't just a bad dream that he'll soon wake up from.

Abbacchio constantly reads over their messages, constantly listens to voicemails Bruno had left him. Abbacchio constantly watches videos, constantly stares at photos. Abbacchio constantly sleeps so he doesn’t have to be awake to feel the pain. Abbacchio constantly misses meals because he feels that if he eats, it’ll be easier for him to stay alive. Abbacchio constantly rain-checks on his friends' plans because they don’t deserve to see him like this. Abbacchio constantly denies that Bruno is dead.

"No, he isn't really, maybe he's just going off the map for a while. Yeah, that's it, he's not dead, just hidden. He'll come back soon," Abbacchio repeats in his head, over and over, one million times a day. Abbacchio knows Bruno is gone, but he doesn't want to believe it. He doesn't want to face the fact that he'll never see that beautiful smile again. He doesn't want to believe that he'll never hear, "I love you," from Bruno again. Abbacchio doesn't want to believe the nevers. He isn't okay, and never will be.

He tells his therapist that he's getting better each day, but he deteriorates every time that comes out of his mouth. He puts on a brave face for Mista, but breaks down between meetings. He tells Giorno he's fine, but can only think about how much he's hurting. He lets Narancia feed him, but throws it all back up and refills his stomach with liquor. He promised Bruno he'd stay safe, but here he stands, a bottle of pills in his right hand and a bottle of high-proof liquor in his left.

It was nothing his friends did. They loved him, they took care of him even though they were hurting just as badly. They tried to help him in any way they could. Abbacchio was just too far gone to fix, and his friends were far too late to help.

The top of the pill bottle clatters against the floor, and Abbacchio stares into the opening, met with a hundred little white pills, all staring back at him. He carefully opens the bottle of alcohol, not wanting to waste a drop. He had to do this. He needed to do this.

Within seconds, the whole bottle of pills is down his throat, a hefty swig of the 192-proof liquor on its tail.

Within seconds, the lethal concoction was coursing through Abbacchio's veins.

Within seconds, Abbacchio was taking another drink of the booze in his hand.

First, he was only dizzy. Next, sleepy and dizzy. Then short of breath. Abbacchio couldn't breathe. He couldn't stop himself from falling to the floor. He tried breathing, but received little air from the attempt. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest, delivering the man-made venom to his body. He could feel his organs shut down one by one. He drew the biggest breath he could, only to say three words.

"I'm coming, Bruno." 

His eyes grew heavy as he felt his heart rate slow dramatically, almost coming to a complete stop. He became numb as his whole body stopped functioning, his heart beating for the last time, sending its last pump of tainted blood through his veins.

He'll finally see color again after all this time. He’ll never have to be without the love of his life again.

     Dear Nara, I'm so sorry I had to do this. I really didn't want it to come to this, but I was struggling through each day. I really love you, you were such a great friend and I'm glad I got to share my life with you. I want you and Panna to have half of my possessions, and Giorno and Guido to have the other half. Please use my savings for your future kids and Giorno's future kids. I want Giorno to have my studio and inherit my half of the company with Guido. I love you, and I’m so sorry. - Leone Abbacchio

     Dear Giorno, You were like a son to me, and I'm so sorry for this. I already told Narancia this, but I want you and Guido to get half of my savings for your future kids, and half of my possessions. I want you to take my place at NG Records, and my studio is in your name. You and Guido are getting my half of the company. Please take care of yourself. I love you. I’m so proud of you and I’m so sorry. - Leone Abbacchio

     Dear Guido, Please take care of Giorno for me. I'm giving you both my share of the company, half of my possessions, and half of my savings for you to use on your future kids. I'm so glad I got to watch you become a worldwide superstar, and I'm glad that I'll get to watch you grow even more. You were one of the best decisions I ever made. Remember to take care of yourself. I love you, and I’m so sorry. - Leone Abbacchio.

And finally, through a bittersweet chain of events, Abbacchio was reunited with his true love forever. His soulmate. His Bruno.

[khuzena]

☘️ HII KHUZENA!! I'm clover, a newly daily reader of yours and ofc a follower. LOVE UR PAGE!! love ur fics especially!. I saw that your reqs are open and wanted to req something thats been on my mind for approximately 26 minutes of my life.

Can you write a Reyna fic ( no romance ) where reader is reynas little sister. Unfortunately I don't quite know what actually happened with her little sister but I'm guessing she's either missing, or dead.

I've always admired how much her lore involves with her little sister and how much reyna loves her and was, I suppose, devastated when losing her (?) And I love sibling fics either fluff or angst!

I want to have fluff but I also want to have angst! So what's on my mind is that when Reyna was on a mission ( I suppose the newly shattered cinematic mission and she goes back to base super upset because not being able to kill viper ) the valorant protocol recruited a new agent.

When Reyna gets back from the mission, she bumps into reader who AWFULLLY looks like her little sister but grown up! And it makes her mood worsen. Because of that, she didn't go when it was time to introduce reader to the protocol. And whenever they meet Reyna would either ignore reader or snap at her.

after awhile ofc reyna would soon find to know that it is her little sister and would be begging on her knees ( not literally but up to you if you want it to happend ) asking to forgive her on both failing to keep reader safe and failing to realize who she is from the start and because of all her rude remarks. )

(also as to why Reyna didn't know much sooner who reader was s because reader goes by an agent name! :)

Dear hermanita♡

Reyna and little sister!reader

Warning: fluff, angst, death, hurt/comfort, go get therapy, another au which I will explain summary

Summary: another au where Reyna's sister went missing after an experiment and thought she died, later her sister comes back but she doesn't know what to do.

Hello! I tried making my fics a little aesthetic plus while im writing this 70% im just googling 'deep words in writing' Also I repeat this is not a ship fic

Reyna often killed her rivals with no mercy, though her peers thought she was bloodthirsty as ever it was her way of coping the loss of her sister.

Every blood shed by her own fingertips felt somewhat soothing to her, eliminating her enemies in a flash to forget the pain of what happened a long time ago.

She and the rest along with killjoy and neon got back from the newly discovered life support system called Pearl. Though they should be relieved that they survived from that gruelling mission, Reyna can't help but be displeased when she couldn't kill all of her opponents, including the other viper.

As the three arrived at the base of the protocol, no one greeted them other than sage. Most of the time brimstone would wait for them to arrive but it seems he had other plans. The entrance of the base seems empty and it was unusual, neon felt uneasy and only said, "Hey, feels great to back— oh hey sage!"

"Good work you three, the information you got from omega earth would be delivered later at the headquarters for evaluation but you guys need to head over to the main base."

Reyna only eyed the others before she spoke, "We just got back, we need to rest first before going to those stupid meetings." Her voice could as ever as her shoes clack against the metal floors before she left without a word leaving the others in confusion.

Sage cleared her throat as reyna left the room, "So... What happened? Why's she acting like this?"

"Reyna's probably upset because someone decided to interrupt her when she was about to kill the other viper" killjoy playfully intervened before nudging neon on the shoulder.

"I was only trying to get reyna to safety, wag mo nga ako tingnan ng ganyan(don't look at me like that), I did nothing wrong." Neon replied while suddenly jolting against the wall because of her broken suit.

Sage's eyes widened after carefully examining neon, "We should get back to the base, there's a new recruit. And also neon go to the infirmary and I'll get back to you" she said before she walked out of the room while the other two bicker silently behind her back.

Reyna started walking to her room angrily until she accidentally bumped into someone.

"Ah! I'm sorry! I didn't see you please forgive me"

She blinked her as she could not believe what she saw.

"(reader)?.."

You shift in your position in discomfort as she stares at you without a word.

"Zyanya?"

This can't be the real lucia, she was dead years ago. You couldn't be her.

Not a single word was said as she continued to walk to her room, she couldn't bear to see someone like her little sister, a wave of emotions reyna felt but she knew deep inside that it must be just an imposter.

As she walks away, you only looked down to the floor, remembering that annoyed expression on her face, you thought she'd be delighted to see you again but the situation right now says otherwise.

An hour or two passed before brimstone gathered all the agents to meet the new recruit. A while back the welcome party wasn't held due to everyone's tight schedule but nonetheless you were welcomed with open arms. You didn't expect Reyna to not come to the party, she only went into the room to ask brimstone about something and wanted to leave as soon as possible after getting what she needed.

As you conversed in numerous conversations with the other agents such as jett and raze, in the room you could feel Reyna's heavy gaze onto you.

It was pretty uncomfortable though your new 'friends' thought that Reyna was bothering you so they try to shoo reyna away from you.

"What are you looking at (agent name) for?" jett scoffed and hid you behind her.

You can only watch the chaos unfold when the other duelists put more fuel to the fire when they try to stand up for you.

"It's none of your business! Get out of my sight!" Reyna shouted before taking a glass of wine from the party and stomped out of the room.

"Di ko alam bakit (I don't know why) reyna is so upset with (agent name), she's really nice"

Raze intervened, "I don't know whatchu saying but I agree either way"

For the next days it seems like reyna knew your schedule pretty quickly and used that to avoid you, when you walk in the hallways she'd go to the opposite corridor just to not see you. It broke your heart with how she treated you, you guys were siblings and still are, so why is she treating you like you're a nobody?

Though it was like time knew when was the perfect time you guys could finally meet properly, she was slumped against a bench and read a book in her hand when suddenly you put a hand on her shoulder out of no where and muttered, "That's the little prince right?"

It was expected that she would be angry when she saw you again but instead of anger all she could feel was sadness.

A sob rose in her throat as a great pang gripped her heart, Reyna only said, "This was my sister's favorite book."

Tears started to well in your eyes as you cried, "Then why do you hate me so much?!" You didn't expect to cause such an outburst out of nowhere.

The bitterness in Reyna's face faded to weary sadness, hot tears streaming down her face as each drop feels like it's burning her skin, "You remind me too much of her— sometimes when I look at you all I see is her and you're not even my sister—"

"That's because I am!"

She sat in silence while confusion lingers her mind, now that you mention it, you're just like the sister she knew back then.

"We're supposed to be sisters but you treat me like an outcast!" You cried your heart out as you tried to look at anything but her.

But you could feel her stare onto you, it's too much. It hurts too much.

"You can't be her, she's dead.."

"But I'm not! Do you even know the shit I endured just to find you?! I thought we were always going to be together forever." You continued.

"I kept clinging onto survival because I didn't want my hermana(big sister) to be sad when im gone. Now you act like you don't even want me around."

"I—..." It was the only thing that left her mouth while Reyna was still processing what's happening, she was at a loss for words and the more she looked at you the more she believed it was actually you.

You only stared at her, so deep in her soul the guilt was eating her alive. She can't even believe she treated her sister like shit. All she could think of was how horrible of a sister she is and that she doesn't deserve you.

After a long moment of silence, Reyna spoke, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me hermanita I thought you were gone forever. And I'm sorry I failed to protect you back then."

"I will, in one condition."

"I'll do anything, please." Reyna looked so pitiful in that moment but the glint in her eyes made your heart ache.

"Promise me you won't do that again."

"I promise." Her voice was shaky and quiet but it was the only thing you could hear in that moment. You leaped into her arms and hugged her, when was the last time she held you in her arms like this? Years ago before you could control radianite and you knew that was far too long.

All that matters now that she's come to her senses and you're finally back to her.

"Dear hermanita, would you like me to read you that book again?" Reyna yelled but not too loud as she made space in her bed.

You giggled and sat right next to her while she flips the book back to chapter one, "Yes please."

Welcome to my cringefic compilation as I only write requests i feel motivated to do once a week, how clever of me. Anyways thank you for reading and requesting and I hope you enjoyed this LMFAO

[zukkaoru]

zuko: all i wanna do is spend the day with toph… and katara… and aang… and suki… and… sokka…

and

ring ring

the phone rings

i

aNsWeR iT

oh hey, toph, i’m swamped with business,,,

stocks bonds and,,, golden parachutes,,,

remember those days on the *not football* field, toph? last weekend feels like,,,

aGeS agO

w h a t?

toDAY?

afTER WORK?

oN tHe *not football* fiELD?

the old stomping ground aye toph?

just you… and me… and katara… and aang… and suki… and…

…

sOKKA💕🥰😩🤩😍❤️‍🔥🥺😻👾😏🐧🐣🦆🐢🎧

5 o’clock???

I’ll see you then, tOpH

I’ll see you then

[henry and chad had a thing going on don’t @ me and I meant every emoji. let sokka have let cancelling headphones ig]

[for the love of agni, nOt the gOLDEN PARACHUTES free zuko from the business]

WAKE UP BABES NEW GRACE AND COREY AU JUST DROPPED

now presenting...

✨💞working boys zukka au💞✨

in their college days, zuko and sokka were inseparable. of course, everyone in the gaang was close, but zuko and sokka had a... special bond that went deeper than the others'. and that special bond. was

love

tragically, after graduation, the gaang fell out of touch. they all went their separate ways, and zuko and sokka were never able to admit how they felt for each other.

BUT

might a musical apocalypse be able to change all that? after all - what better time to admit you've been in love with someone for half your life than the end of the world as we know it?

(or will zuko make it to sokka too late? will sokka have already turned into a mindless singing creature, leaving zuko to die knowing he never got to tell sokka how he really felt?)

coming soon to the tags in random stuff we reblog that makes us think of this au near you!!

[titilationexpress]

Sweet Dreams are Made of Screams Ch.3

You awoke with a start, gasping as you found yourself back in your bed, heart racing and sweat beading down your forehead, yet you were clearly where you had last been when you fell asleep.

Rising from your mattress, you looked down at yourself, seeing that you were back to your human self. Or...were you your human self in that...dream?

You couldn’t really remember, suddenly feeling quite tense. “God, what WAS that?” you said aloud, rubbing your temple.

You checked your phone and saw yet more requests for Starscream popping into your messages. You flopped back on the bed with a groan. It seemed that you wouldn’t be getting away from him, whether it be your dreams OR wide awake!

Yet what you had experienced…

Throughout the day, you found yourself unable to focus on anything. Whether it be at school/college/work or in your free time, the Decepticon would not leave your brain. That wasn’t really new, the constant requests for him made his presence in your mind a regular, yet this was different. You didn’t know how to explain it, but Starscream seemed to make his presence known. As in, ridiculous as it sounds, like he’s always over your shoulder, watching you.

A fictional character was somehow transcending reality and subtly manipulating you into doing his bidding. Or was it yours, as, despite the feeling of eyes on the back of your head, you have been wanting to write about him for some time.

Yet unlike before, something had changed. True, that dream you had left you rather flustered (not to mention quite wet that morning), but also...inspired? Was that the word? Well, whatever it was, it eventually managed to get you going on churning out more reader insert entries. You went through your requests, going down the list of bots and scenarios when finally, one snags your attention.

Vampire!Starscream X Reader.

Well, that was quite the challenge, wasn’t it?

Sure, you had experimented with that in the past, yet once again, Starscream seemed to haunt you everywhere you went. Just what was it that...that made him so difficult for you? Why couldn’t you just write something?!

It was then though that your mind went back to the dream and your...intimate encounter with your favorite version of the character. His words regarding your doubts, your insecurities regarding your ability to write for him….how all of it was true. And how, to overcome it, you had to cast aside your inhibitions.

You just had to “do”.

It was an hour later or so that you were still at your computer/laptop, trying to figure out where to go from here. You had the scenario in mind, now to build a plot off of it. So far, all you had was that it was in G1 (or at least some version of it at least. Hey, headcanons and AUs were serious business, you had learned), and that you somehow became Starscream’s vampire bride in the end. It was kinda stupid, but hey, G1 was known for equally crazy shit.

The only problem was where to start.

True, you knew what the end result would be, but how to get there was the question. Better yet, how the hell do robots turn into vampires?! Ugh! You couldn’t do this! You just couldn’t! You were doomed for failure! You slapped your hand against your head, trying to keep yourself from getting too frazzled. But how were you going to do this?

It was then that you heard something. Or rather, thought something.

‘Shockwave this, Shockwave that. All I ever hear about is how great Shockwave is!’

You knew that quote! Starscream’s brigade! It grew to be one of your favorites of G1! But what did that have to do with…wait a minute. Shockwave...Shockwave was left on Cybertron but was also somewhat of a scientist. And there had been references to other planets and aliens in the series (hell, Season 3 had barely anything to do with Earth at that point), and there were such things as Petro Rabbits, so why couldn’t Shockwave have a collection of live specimens to study?

And you, the Reader, we’re going to be his assistant.

From there, more and more came to you, you typing like mad as you clicked and clacked the keyboard, everything just pouring out of you at once! You were doing this, you realized. Holy shit, you were doing this! On and on you wrote, getting the outline and first part done. Then came the second, third, and so on.

And when you finally gained the courage to post them (you had not submitted them quite yet, having held back), you saw that the reception was...good.

It was good.

Sure, the first part only had a few likes so far, but it seemed to be ok. Still, you didn’t get your hopes up too high. But it wasn’t long after that you found yourself aboard the abandoned ship again, only this time, there was no one in the cell. You knew well who should’ve been in there.

“S-Starscream?” You stammered, voice echoing off the walls. It was then that you felt a servo trail it’s way up your spine, causing you to nearly leap out of your skin. Turning, you saw the amused, chortling form of your favorite Starscream, clearly pleased with himself in having given you a fright. “Don’t do that to me!” you held your chest, feeling your heart beating.

“Welcome back.” The Seeker greeted. “It looks like we’re in for another eventful night.”

Your eyes widened. “We are?” You remembered last time well. How bizarre the whole situation was...but also how good it felt. How good he felt.

“Yes, you’ve been aching for another night with me, haven’t you?” He whispered in your ear, sending a chill down your back. “Don’t bother denying it. I can see into your thoughts, remember?” His eyes then began to glow red. “And I also know what you’ve written about me recently.”

“Oh, that.” Your cheeks grew red. “Yeah, well...it was my first time writing for you, and...well, I’ve never done anything with vampires before, so…” it was then that you noticed Starscream’s eyes seeming more...red than you remembered. And...and since when did he have fangs?! “The hell?!”

Starscream only chuckled. “Don’t you remember? This was from what you had written but a short time ago.”

Oh, right. “It’s…kinda stupid though, the story I mean,” you shifted nervously. “I mean, it’s not really meant to be taken seriously.”

“But,” Starscream approached you, holding your chin gently. “You DID finally face your fears, right?” You nodded. “But yet, you’re still unsure.” Sighing, you nodded. “Well,” his optics glimmered. “We’ll have to fix that, won’t we?”

You stiffened, knowing where this was going. The environment around you changed to that of the Nemesis’ brig, you in a cell with Starscream. The same position the Reader was in near the end of the story. You knew well what was about to happen, Starscream slowly backing you up against the wall. And yet not once did you tell him to back off. True, your heart was racing, yet it wasn’t entirely out of fear. No, you feared what would come next.

“Relax, my dear.” Starscream assured you. “I’ll be gentle.” He opened his mouth, revealing pronounced canines on his upper set of dentas.

You released a heavy sigh and let it happen. The Seeker bit down on your neck and into your flesh. There was slight pain, yes, yet you could stop this anytime you wanted. You let it continue. The sting from his fangs entering you lasted only a few seconds though, as there was a rushing warmth that overtook you.

“Ah, found your courage, have you?” Starscream questioned. “Well then,” he lowered his hand to your lower regions, lightly stroking it. “Shall we take things one step further?”

Honestly, you didn’t see why not.

That night, you two had another session, the Decepticon exploring and driving you crazy with his methods, you, in turn, responding in kind. Turns out a tongue savoring his spike was one of the things you did that could make him, fittingly enough, scream. And then, you woke up, a kiss bringing out of the dream once again. More requests, and yet...and yet, this time, you felt somewhat more...confident.

You decided to try out another scenario, taking your time with this one, yet not allowing anxiety to have as much of a hold over you. And, to your surprise, this Starscream x Reader fic got good reception too! True, you still wrote for all the other Autobots and Decepticons, yet the Seeker, whatever incarnation he was, proved to be some of your most popular.

Which, in turn, led to you getting more and more visits from him.

It wasn’t each night, yet sometimes, especially when you were either in the midst of writing one, or were struggling to come up with a scenario, he would appear. Luring you into the darkness to join him, allowing yourself to cast away the chains that once held you back.

And thus, you found yourself here again. The same ship, and same voice calling you. It seemed he wished to repeat how you two had met the first time.

“I know, I know...you belo-o-ng to so-omebody ne-e-w,” you heard his voice echoing all around, you recognized the song. It was an older one, one that your mother liked, remembering it from your grandmother’s vinyl collection. What was it called? Patience and Prudence’s…

“But toni-i-ght, you belong, to me…”

Ah, yes. How...oddly fitting. You followed the Seeker’s surprisingly bearable singing, listening and taking note of which direction it was coming from. What would it be tonight, you wondered. A dive into a new situation for the Reader, aka yourself, or something new? Sometimes Screamer himself came up with ideas, of which you would do, if not just to allow him to let you finish. Though you did get your revenge mostly, there were times where you were just wanting some smooth pillow talk. Starscream frankly made you exhausted. In a good way? Honestly, even now, you weren’t sure.

And yet, here you were, about to indulge him yet again.

“My honey I know, I know,” the source of the voice was close. “With the da-a-wn, that yo-o-u, will be go-o-ne,” you saw the cell, yet Starscream wasn’t confined. You couldn’t confine him now, even if you wanted to. “But tonight…” and, if you had to be honest, “You belong,” you didn’t want to. “To me.”

[heckpup]

Hmmmmmm Time for the Part 2 of the Immortal Tommy AU I cooked up with my raw materials in the middle of the night

:DDDDDDDDD What fun. I have also now decided that Tommy's new wings are now phoenix style (cause he's immortal now, innit?), in flames, but only at the tips (so far, this will change the older he gets) and only if he wants them to be. Had he still been mortal, they probably would've been just a regular red, and so that is what they look like when they're not on fire.

Also, I'd like to imagine that the old worlds from when we were kids (with borders and that didn't go on forever and just stopped and dropped off into the void, right? I know me and my friends loved to find the corners and try to go through. Good times.) are what the god's personal realms are like. Not enough room for rebellion, since there's not enough room to run from an angry god/goddess. If you go to the edge, you can look at/travel to other worlds as well. Most gods don't bring other people into their worlds anyway, but *shrugs*

Edit: (I can't believe I forgot this I'm so sorry ;-;) TW:Mentions of bl00d, Mention of de@th, mentions of m@n!pulat!0n and g@sl!ght!ng, mentions of t0rture.

Just thought I should mention + explain.

~

"Hey Clara?" Tommy asks from a small tree, letting his feathers move gently in the wind.

"Yes, Tommy?" Clara calls from below, looking up at the young immortal. Tommy glides down to meet her on the ground, and he looks up at her a little sheepishly.

"Do you think that since, well, you know, I'm recovered and shit, I could visit those bitches from the SMP? I kinda just want to, uh, blow up at them, sorta. I just- its a lot of untapped rage and I really just wanna scream at 'em, you know? It's totally ok if you think I shouldn't I mean, you are the biggest man- er, woman- here, just wanted to ask, but uh-"

"Tommy." Clara cuts him off with a small smile, and a bit of mischief and malice (And anger, as well) twinkling in her dark eyes. "I think that's a wonderful idea. Besides," She begins to walk over to the edge of their small world, "they need to understand what they did, and its never good for us immortals to hold grudges over mortals. Could cause some unplanned problems in the far future."

Tommy beams, and Clara begins mentally preparing for the showdown with glee. "Tommy, how do you want to do it?" She asks, inner drama queen squealing.

"Well-" Tommy tells her- "-I really want it to be big and dramtic, you know? Like lightning and thunder, and like things bursting into flame and shit. I could probably do the flames myself, but do you think-" He looks up at her expectantly.

"Of course!" She says, patting his shoulder. "A storm fit for a god. It would be only fitting, of course. I am going to come along, of course. Just in case there are any unexpected developments, like more dramatic effect."

Tommy nods. "Yeah! Those bitches aren't gonna know what hit them! But, do you think you could stay invisible 'n shit for it? I still wanna do this by myself. I don't-" He cuts himself off, feathers ruffling. "I wanna yell and bitch about it, and I want to do this on my own. Like an important milestone on my recovery." Clara nods in agreement.

"Right, right. For the lightning though, is there any houses you want to keep out of harms way? I plan on hitting a lot of houses, just to get people up and moving."

Tommy thinks for a minute. "Uh, maybe hit close to Ranboo's house- he's the black and white hybrid, he's always been pretty nice to me- and Sam and Puffy and BadBoyHalo. Sam put Dream in prison a while ago, and Puffy and BBH gave me some gifts the night before you picked me up. So, they're clear from property damage, but I still want to see them. Defintely break Dream out, I want to yell at him though. Wait, maybe I can break him out, like teleport him away from the prison and show off my new powers and shit- anyway, maybe save Niki as well, she was always nice."

Clara nods and begins to locate the small world that she pulled Tommy from so many years ago. "Goodness!" She laughs. "It's been a while since you looked down at this one, isn't it?"

"Yeah, haven't had much time to think shit about those old bitches." Tommy begins to search with her, quickly locating the small SMP, being recently cleared of the red bloodvines that had plagued it for a while.

While they plan, they laugh, and Clara is reminded of how far the young godling had been when she whisked him away. His old SMP hadn't deserved him, not even for a second.

~

Tommy and Clara were watching from the clouds as the little people in the SMP ran around panicked about the storm that was destroying a lot of their houses. Tommy watched with glee and satisfaction as the majority of the SMP (save for Dream, of course) gathered in the newly rebuilt community house to discuss the looming problem.

"Dream has to be behind this, Sam!" Fundy growled out. "He's the only one that has this kind of power!"

"You ready?" Clara asked Tommy, after waiting for him to be perfectly positioned under one of the next lightning bolts, aimed at one of the doorways to the community house. Tommy nodded and lit the tips of his wings, prepared for the force of the bolt to push him back down to the earth.

The lightning hit, and Tommy found himself being thrown down and pushed to the ground.

The first thing he noticed was that the bolt left little sparks over his body and his wings were a little more lit up than usual.

The second thing he noticed was that everyone in the community house was looking at him.

He stood up and, with a great amount of false confidence, strode into the room. Tubbo was staring slack-jawed, as were most people in the building. Phil's face was incredibly pale, to the point that Tommy actually began to worry about the man's health. Ranboo looked at him wide-eyed, but then Tommy saw recognition flash and a smile began to creep onto his face.

But the person that Tommy had his eyes on the most was the no-longer transparent form of his elder brother, well and alive again.

"What's up, bitches?" Tommy grinned, and suddenly the room was alive with shouts and yelling and holy Prime, Tommy probably should have prepared more for this reaction but he hadn't even known Wilbur was alive but oh, Phil's yelling about how Tommy left him and-

"Tommy, how could you? You've been off to who knows where? Where the fuck have you been? How could you leave us?" Phil's void-black wings ruffled, and Tommy didn't even think before responding,

"I've been off healing, bitch! You know, from all the trauma you adults forced on me? And the gaslighting from Dream? The manipulation? It took me years to get over that shit, and the god's world-time runs slow! I spent a whole fucking year trying to understand that what you bitches put me through was fucking wrong, and I was not alright! I left you all here because you left me when I was at my fucking WORST! YOU LET A SIXTEEN YEAR-OLD FIGHT IN FUCKING WARS AND GET EXILED! YOU EXPECTED ME TO TAKE THAT SHIT LIKE A FUCKING ADULT? FUCK NO!" Tommy's wings flared out and he could feel the heat radiating off of it, his flames responding to his anger.

"Thomas Minecraft-Innit, I am your father, how dare you-"

"Oh, you're my father now? Now, after you abandoned me, neglected me, left me in the dust? You cared more about your fucking war buddy than your own two sons! Wilbur was more of a father than you were, and then you fucking killed him!"

"Tommy-" Tubbo tried to interject.

"AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON YOU TUBBO! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID? YOU LEFT ME AS WELL, YOU LEFT ME WITH FUCKING DREAM! YOU EXILED ME, AND FOR FUCKING WHAT? A SAD POSITION IN A COUNTRY THAT YOU LET DREAM PUPPETEER ANYWAY! WE FOUGHT THAT WAR TO GET AWAY FROM DREAM, AND THEN YOU FUCKING LET HIM RIGHT BACK IN!" Tommy raged, turing on his ex-best friend. "Oh, speaking of-" He snapped his fingers and then Dream was in the room with them, wearing an orange jumpsuit and looking around wildly.

The room let out a great outburst, which, to be fair, was expected.

But then Dream took one look at Tommy and decided that it was a-fucking-okay to try and re-manipulate Tommy again. As if he didn't notice that Tommy was much older, much more healed and much more powerful than before. (Or that could just be him. Clara did tell him that gods- and even godlings- could change their age and appearance, and sometimes it was involuntary and depended on emotions and metal stability. Tommy did actually feel much younger. Maybe it was from being in this place, this world, and being in front of the person that hurt him most. That would make sense.)

"Tommy!" Dream cried with unusual glee. "You're here to help me, aren't you? You finally came to your senses about your best friend, right?" Tommy only raised an eyebrow in response, not giving him an answer. "What, not going to give an answer to your only friend? Tommy, I stayed with you, I kept you company when no one else did, remember?" Prime, how long did Dream think he had been in that prison for?

Tommy only shrugged and then pulled out a sword and dashed up to Dream, keeping the blade on Dream's throat. "You mother fucker. You are the biggest bitch boy I've ever, and I mean ever, had the pleasure of knowing, bitch boy. You are the absolute worst thing to ever happen to me, you know that? You killed me twice, and for what? Gratification of knowing you killed a teenager? And then you tried to gaslight me, manipulate me into doing your sick shit for you? That's the most fucked up thing I've ever known, Dream. I'm going to enjoy taking this life from you." And then he swung, embedding the blade into the wall behind where Dream's body had once been.

TommyInnit killed Dream with [A Final Blow]

Dream made the achievement [Banned?]

"Tommy what-" Tommy turned to look at Technoblade, who was looking blankly at his chatlog.

"Oh, don't worry too much about him. He'll just be stuck for a few days in the ban-void, and then he'll come back on his own." A great number of people paled, knowing the ban void, when you were still on a world, meant that you were subjected to great amounts of agony as your body tore itself apart and tried to pull its code back together. And Tommy had just taken one of Dream's lives, too!

"Tommy, what happened to you?" Phil asked, horrified.

"I grew up," Tommy said with a smile. "And now I have the rest of time to spend continuing to grow and live. Becuase now, Tommy Innit never dies."

Techno rushed at him suddenly, axe swinging. It caught the edge of Tomm'y neck, and Tommy took the chance to grab Techno by the scruff on his, and lift him up, also while feeling his body grow older. Several gasps were heard around the room at the sudden change. "What were you trying to do there, Technoblade? You can't kill a god." And then he let Techno drop to the ground, before touching the part of his neck Techno had sliced.

His hand drew away with golden ichor.

[simonsrosebud]

so , what about, like getting older together , realizing that they are working for real, and maybe making it official (for the dalton au)

it’s taken me like 2 days to write this because i needed it to be right...

also i realized i read it wrong and didn’t realize u said “making it official” which i’m guessing is in relation to r*ngs but THIS IS JUST AS MUCH OF A MILESTONE FOR THEM!

kevin makes it a point to visit dalton on the weekend.  his second season with the new york blackhawks is coming to an end soon, and the deadline to make a decision about his contract is sneaking up on him.

but when he showers and climbs into dalton’s bed, he’s not the only one with news.  “okay,” dalton says.  he’s smiling, and sits up opposite of kevin.  “so i love teaching here, but- for me, at least, being three hours away from you has been the hardest thing since we’ve graduated.”  not when the moriyama’s stuffed you in a car?

kevin nods along.  they seem to be on the same page, but he’s wondering where dalton’s going with it.  “so i’ve been lining up some teaching jobs out in new york.”

what?

“can i stop you for a second?”  dalton nods, but his face starts to fall.  “new york wants to renew their contract, but i also have really good offers from south carolina, philadelphia, and florida.”

and dalton laughs and grins.  “oh- that’s amazing!”  but kevin knows what he’s thinking.  we can move halfway between the philadelphia stadium and the university.  it would only be a twenty minute drive for the both of us.

but when dalton’s smile fades again he purses his lips.  “but… you wanna go to south carolina, don’t you.”

kevin drops his head.  “i… i don’t want to ask you to leave your job, dalton.  and your whole family is up here.”

“and yours is all down there.”

kevin sighs.  he’s right, but he still can’t ask dalton to up and leave.  not if he doesn’t want to.  “i don’t know what to do,” he says.  “i’m not breaking up with you over location, that’s stupid.  i knew this kind of thing would happen eventually.”

“kevin.”  dalton grabs his chin between his thumb and pointer finger, and he’s got a soft little smile.  “i lined up jobs in new york to be closer to you.”

“i know and i’m sorry, i should have told you sooner-“

“no- i mean, i was willing to find another job there.  why not somewhere else?”  he pauses.  “if south carolina is your decision, would you let me come with you?”

kevin stares at him for a moment.  “really?”  he starts to smile.

“i did live there longer than you, when you think about it.  liked it for a reason.”  kevin can’t believe he’s willing to do that.  without even a second thought.  “carmen’s in georgia, anyway.  she’d love it.”

and kevin can’t really put into words how happy that makes him, that he won’t have to choose between dalton and his family, his chosen family.  so he tackles him into the mattress instead and lets dalton wrap his legs around his hips.

there’s only one problem left, and it’s been ringing in his head ever since he got new offers for the next season.

south carolina isn’t his highest offer.  the blackhawks renewal contract is, because they need him and because they know how valuable he is.  which is why kevin makes a call the next day.

“kevin day.  last time i spoke to you was in a car.  tell me, what did you do wrong?”

kevin’s heart is beating out of his chest.  “nothing.  i have a proposition, it has to do with my contract.”  when ichirou doesn’t answer he goes on.  “i know what you said about always accepting my highest offer, but at the moment south carolina is just below it and both neil josten and andrew minyard are signing to the team as well this season.  i’ve done the math and the press and publicity that would come of my transfer would ultimately boost my earnings higher than the blackhawks contract, which is why i’d like your permission to accept the offer to south carolina.”

he holds his breath.  it’s a full two minutes before ichirou answers.

“very well.”  and hangs up.

kevin sits stunned.  he pulls the phone away from his ear to make sure that really just happened, then looks to dalton sitting across from him at the table.  dalton raises a brow.

“i guess we’re moving?”

dalton grins.

dalton is more picky about house hunting than kevin would have expected.  apartments are different, and kevin wasn’t able to accompany him for that one.  he supposes he likes his decisiveness.  he knows what he- they want, had it in his notes on every tour.  he knows what’s practical.

there’s only a few things kevin knows he needs.  one or two spare bedrooms for when the foxes or the girls come by.  a big living room and kitchen, windows in every room, so that he doesn’t feel cramped and stuffed in.  after all, he’s still got a bit of claustrophobia left over from growing up in the dark.  literally.

he needs a yard big enough to do workouts and throw some balls around,  big enough for lilly to run around in.  kevin’s kind of excited to be living with a dog again, ever since the one summer he spent watching her.  they have the same amount of energy.

other than that, the rest is all dalton’s work.  they both have the same style, anyway.  kevin likes lavish, but he doesn’t want to live in it.  his apartment in new york is modern as all hell, but it’s never felt like a home.  the dorms?  they almost felt like home.  dalton’s house?  abby’s house?  those were homes.

kevin wants a big soft couch and a kitchen he’s not scared to get messy 24/7.  he wants to hang things on the wall, even though he doesn’t have many decorations he plans on bringing from new york.  the most of what he’s got are pictures from college.  framed photos of the team from their first championship win, a collage dalton made with pictures from graduations and banquets.  other than that, there’s no other decorations he cares to keep but a framed photoshopped diploma for “world’s okayest friend” from neil and andrew for his graduation.

anyway.

they do find somewhere, eventually.  they don’t have a ton of time, and they’re staying at abby’s while they search instead of traveling back and forth.  but they’re growing tired and honestly they feel like a burden on abby, even though they do their best to stay out of the way.

it isn’t until almost a month before preseason starts that dalton calls kevin on his way home from the gym.  “look at the link i sent you.”

so he does.  their realtor sent it to dalton barely seconds before he forwarded it to kevin.

it’s practically perfect.  and kevin’s got the money to spend, so the price doesn’t bother him.  he’d had to point that out to dalton more than once, every time they’d look at a place that seemed pricey he had to remind dalton that he had the money.  that he has more than he needs, even.

to paint a picture in your head:  it’s in a gated community, something else kevin really wanted out of paranoia now that he was going to be living with dalton.  he needed them safe.  needed him safe.

they walk in, and after a short hallway, the house opens up to the kitchen on the left and a big living room to the right.  a dining area sits past the kitchen and behind that, a sliding door to the backyard.

it’s all so bright.  

there’s three bedrooms upstairs including the master, and when kevin walks into the room he turns and holds his arms out.  “do i fit in?”

dalton grins.  “absolutely.”

they get the house.

kevin works some magic to get it sooner, and after they’re all moved in- though with a lot of work left, he leans against the garage.  dalton’s coming up the driveway after saying goodbye to matt and dan who had come along with wymack to help out.  kevin starts for him, and swipes him off his feet.  “hey!”  dalton laughs and clings his arms around kevin’s neck.

kevin carries him through the door.

dan sees it from the car as they drive away, and turns back forward.  “matthew, you didn’t carry me over the door when we moved in!”  she pinches his arm.

meanwhile, kevin tosses dalton onto the bed.  their bed.

dalton grabs his face and pulls him down.  “i love you, day.”

[sincerelyella]

Everything Has Changed - First Love Chapter 4

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Song inspiration: First Love by Adele

Pairings: past Liam x MC (Ella)

Characters belong to Pixelberry; MC Ella Brooks belongs to me

Summary: What if Liam was promised as a child to another kingdom’s princess?

Warnings: angst

Words: 838

“The Royal family is missing.”

Liam’s eyes widened but he wasn’t able to speak.

“They’re what?!” Constantine bellowed. He plucked the phone from Bastien’s hand and continued to bark out questions.

Bastien moved to stand in front of Liam and placed his hands on the young man’s shoulders. “Liam.”

“Missing … they’re missing,” Liam spoke in a whisper. “Missing?”

“Yes, they’re missing,” Bastien repeated cautiously. “We don’t have any answers yet, so I need you to focus, okay?”

Liam nodded and quickly sat down in a chair before he fainted.

Four years later

Drake and Maxwell walked through the palace towards the west wing where Liam’s room was.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” Maxwell whispered as he nervously skipped next to his friend.

Drake nodded. “I think it is, he needs to get away from here.”

“To California here we come! There are just beaches there right?”

“There are cities there too, Beaumont,” Drake rolled his eyes as they approached Liam’s door.

“I’ll knock!” Maxwell banged his fist on the door and clapped his hands when the knob turned.

“Oh, hey guys,” Liam stepped aside to let his friends in. “What brings you here?”

Drake sighed.“Li, I’m worried about you” - Max elbowed Drake in the ribs - “I mean we are worried about you.”

Liam shook his head and wandered into the living room. “There’s no need to be worried about me. I’ve been looking for Ella for four years and there’s nothing. My brother abdicated and left me with the crown. So now, I have to participate in the Social Season and choose a wife that I don’t even want,” Liam sat on the couch and covered his face with his hands. “So you see? There’s nothing to be worried about.”

Maxwell and Drake turned to each other with widened eyes.

The Royal family had been looking for Ella and her family but there were no leads; it’s like they disappeared and never even existed. Liam did his digging outside of Bastien’s research and found out that the Philippines had been in turmoil for many years. King Danilo never mentioned to Constantine the issues, he was a proud man and didn’t want anyone feeling sorry for him. A man that worked for Danilo betrayed him and grouped many activists against the monarchy to carry out a coup d'é·tat.

Liam’s eyes watered as he read about how the royal family - how Ella - fled the country, and nobody knew whether they were still alive. Bastien found out that the group that overthrew the monarchy was called the Samahan ng Mga Nagkakaisang Palabang Filipino (United Filipinos Resistance Front); they were similar to a group in Cordonia called the Sons of Earth. Their bank accounts showed that they funded each other, and transferred large sums of money back and forth. Both groups hated the monarchy and wanted to either take over as King or establish democracy and become the President over the country.

Liam made it his life’s mission to find Ella and her family, but after four years of nothing, along with Leo abdicating, he couldn’t concentrate on trying to find her full time. He hardly spent time with Drake and Maxwell and threw himself into training to become the next King of Cordonia.

Max plopped onto the couch. “We’re taking you somewhere so you can relax, be the Liam you used to be!”

Liam turned to look at his happy friend with unshed tears in his eyes. “What?”

Drake stepped forward. “Pack a bag, we’re taking you somewhere.”

“Taking me where?”

“Somewhere you’ll forget all about your problems,” Max patted Liam on the thigh. “Let’s go!”

An hour later

The trio stood in the royal jet, Liam still in the dark about where they were headed. Drake gave the pilot some information about their destination, but only Liam could give the okay to fly.

“Tell me where we’re going or I won’t authorize this trip,” Liam’s arms were folded across his chest as he stared at his friends.

“You’re no fun,” Max whined.

Drake threw his arms in the air in frustration. “Alright, fine, we’re going to California. Everything else is a surprise so stop being a spoilsport.”

Liam nodded to the pilot and went to sit by the window.

“Hey,” Drake sat next to his best friend. “Just try to relax okay? I can’t even imagine losing someone as you did, but you’re going to be a king soon. You can’t rule your country effectively if you keep all your loved ones out.”

Liam continued to stare out the window as the jet lifted into the air. “I know, but it’s like I’m giving up on ... her,” his voice hitched and he cleared his throat.

“You did everything you possibly could, Li,” Drake squeezed Liam’s shoulder before he stood to grab some snacks. “Bastien is still looking, so let him do that while you become king, okay?”

Liam turned away from the window and gave Drake a small smile. “Okay.”

[palettepainter]

hey in your oc of zoophobia, HH, bnha there are characters that did not have next generation or died

SPOILERS TO DEATHS IN MHA!!

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I have a few characters in each NGAU who have died yeah

For Zoophobia Addison dies, I think it was supposed to be cannon to the story that he would end up dying at some point but take that with a grain of salt cuz I don't know where I heard that from. But yaeh Addison dies, with him being made by Annie in the labs I imagine years down the line the experimentation with his genes and such caused his body to have a shorter life span, he dies when Adrien (his and Gustav's son) is very young

For Hazbin so far I don't think I have any of the cast dead, maybe when we get more of the show and more characters shown off I may develop more of their story but since we only have the Hazbin cast (not including the Helluva boss characters since though they DO take place in the same universe they are different shows) so far I don't have many stories developed for them

Helluva none, all the gang is still alive

(SPOILERS BELOW)

MHA..well with the war going on it's safe to say that a lot more pro hereo's are prolly gonna die. In the show so far Nighteye is dead, Midnight is dead, Nana is dead, Gran Torino is probably at deaths door after the war, All Might - gonna take a guess here - that at some point he will die (not sure if he dies in the war itself or if he dies years later in the future when Deku is the number one), Lady Nagant again probably at deaths door, Twice is dead and I REFUSE to believe Compress is dead (let me believe he lives okay?)

BUT in my NGAU for MHA I can confirm that:

Midnight is still alive, I made my AU way before we got the Midnight death chapters so I say she still lives. In my AU she had to take a very early retirement from her hero career so she does teaching full time, occasionally stepping in to break up fights with the students with her quirk but that's rare.

Nighteye, he dead. His death was honestly so bittersweet I was at tears, as much as his character wasn't a fav of mine his death scene is one of my favs just with how beautifully it was done. He's dead in my AU but Nikko (Mirio and Amajiki NG) and Ryunosuke (Bubble Girl Centipeder NG) have been told about Nighteye by their parents

Nana, Gran Torina and All Might have all passed (These guys have been through some stuff they deserve to rest in peace) - They're all burried together, Deku made sure of that - Nana technically died ages ago but All Might wanted her to have a proper grave

Still undecided with Lady Nagant if she lives or dies (feel free to suggest what I could do with her)

Twice is dead, like with Nighteye his death was so bittersweet and I am 100% going to cry like an ugly baby when his death is animated. But again as much as it was horrible it was done so well and I can't wait to see it in the anime! Twice is dead but Toga named her son after him (years and years after the events in MHA the league reunite, Toga obvs being older, her and Mustard end up hitting it off accidentally and Toga then ended up with an oppsie baby. She didn't intend to stay but when Jin came along it turned the League into a make shift wacky family)

Compress lives. I don't care what you're screaming COMPRESS LIVES.

The league in my AU are spoken off as a sort of joke story, yes they are still respected to a degree but they lost to a highschooler, that's gonna have some fingers pointed at them. The League has since retired from most villanious activities, Compress especially - he's got some major scars along his side from when he was in the War and a lost arm so he's well done with his villain glory days

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

It’s The Avengers (03x08)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 3 Episode 08: We Are Going Knowhere

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline   Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: oooof!!!

Word Count:I sound so bad for actually turning happy that there was a positive patient in our block because that would increase the chances of my neighbourhood undergo a strict lockdown and then I wouldn’t have to go to work. My fam doesn’t understand this but I need some time with myself to recharge for good and so they look at me like I am posessed.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

The lens focused from its blurriness over to the kitchenette where Bucky stood making himself some coffee.

Scott: Are we rolling? *nods* Cool. *clears throat* So turns out that there is another unspoken romance waiting to bloom in our midst and as a hopeless romantic with an engineering degree I am utterly disappointed in myself for not figuring it out sooner. *looks at some invisible void in the distance* Well, I would have if I wasn't so obsessed with my other couple goal. I would have. *smiles at the void* *speaks softly* those two almost gave me a heart attack last night!

A sweat-drenched Steve walked in after a run around the facility. "Hey," he greeted Bucky before turning towards the dorms. "Hey," Bucky greeted back while pouring his coffee and looking at America's ass strut down the lounge in those grey track pants that were just the right amount of tight across those butt cheeks jiggling down the hall while the camera caught that steaming hot coffee colour the -otherwise spotless- white island brown as Bucky's eyes and heart skipped with that booty while his hands holding the coffee pot forgot what they were supposed to do. Scott entered the lounge to find that coffee dripping down everywhere while Bucky was lost. "Watch out, Buck," he called out, breaking the Captain's trance on this Seargent, "your gay is showing."

Scott: *contemplates* huh...I should get that on a t-shirt.

"I don't get it. He's your best friend. Why don't you just ask him out?" Scott bit into an apple and looked at Bucky mopping up the result of his gaze and one sexy booty. "I can't ask him out because he is my best friend, Scott," Bucky sighed. "It was kinda easy to do this charade back in our day. Now, everyone is out of the closet like-" "Like your everyday lounging shorts," Scott added, getting a nod agreement from Bucky. "And I'm not even sure if he looks at me the same way." Scott had to look at the camera after on real slow blink in Bucky's direction.

Scott: *inhales while keeping his palms together in front of his face* Boy, do I have news for you! *opens his hands and tries to stop the excitement from making him scream* That dude literally fought Nazis for you! TWICE! And then brought you back to f****ng life! *tries not to cry* *whispers* Dude! Why are my OTPs so f****ng dumb!

On Our Trip to Knowhere The camera showed Lulu trying to swim in the sea of berries in a crate while popping one in his mouth whenever Loki wasn't looking. "If the merchant asks for mixed berries I'm going to sell you off to him," Loki announced from the cockpit. Well, at least Lulu thought he wasn't looking. The distraught and drooping fluff looked at you for any sign that this wasn't true. "No, he won't," you mouthed and shook your head before turning back to co-pilot - well, whatever was remaining of- the spaceship Loki had bargained from the last station. Putting the coordinates in for his stop, he turned around and brought his hands together and did one loud clap. "Alright. Everyone listen up. There are some things you need to take care of when-" You moaned incredibly loud, dramatically your head in every possible direction. "Uuuggghhhahaaaarrgggghh!!" "What." "We have heard this befoooore!" "And you will hear it again! Because Knowhere is dangerous. It has all kinds of filth gathered here hiding in the dark wh-" You wanted to groan one more time but something in the vast emptiness before you caught your eyes and took your breath away. "What...is that?!" your voice barely got out while a smirk landed on Loki's lips with a shine in his eyes. The camera quickly came forward to record what seemed like a gigantic skull being the bed of inhabitants floating in the dark of the space. From where its eyes were supposed to be, was a cavern lit with life inside while sizeable pods came and left from the jaw and ears. "That, my dear, is Knowhere," Loki declared softly, quite mesmerised for a moment by this look of awe in your eyes, "land of the lawless created when the Dark God Knull used his All Black sword to decapitate a Celestial. Seeing as the rotting skull was worth quite something to someone in some part of the universe, a notorious group by the name Tivan decided to make this their base. And as opposed to their demeanour, they are quite a dangerous group of underworld criminals, mind you." Loki had to turn his head and look at you when he did not get anything in response and found you sit there a shade lighter, looking right at the skull where you were headed. "Surely we'll be safe if we avoid that group, right?" You looked at him for a seed of hope to get out of this alive. "Right, Loki?"

Loki: *presses his lips together* *snickers* *lets the chortle slip his mouth* *guffaws for the next minute with tears streaming down his eyes while holding onto his stomach* One minute later Loki: *clears his throat* *wipes the tears from his eyes* Ah! I love humans!

"Oh, sweetheart," Loki practically sang a soft note in your direction with a gentle head tilt, "we are going to meet their leader."

The Lounge Team "Hey, would...you...like...ss-coffee?" The camera shifted from a disconcerted Bucky barely standing by the kitchenette on his wobbly legs to an encouraging- though a little disappointed- Scott standing there while Wanda sat on one of the barstools by the wall and witnessed the whole practice unfold. "Bucky, sweety," Scott pressed ever so sweetly, placing his hand on the island in his direction, "Steve would always like a coffee for his rat-like heart. We have to get him to have that coffee with you! Make him know that you want to have that coffee alone with him. Want to hold hands with him. Want to let him know how much you care for him. Want t-" "Want to let him know how much you want to bang him," Wanda commented, taking Scott by surprise. "How long have you been sitting there?" The Ant-Man asked with a hand on his chest. "Long enough," she shrugged while popping roasted almonds in her mouth. "Bucky, all you need to do is declare you like him. Rest will be easy peasy, lemons in vodka squeezy." 

Natasha: *tsks*Совсем беда с парнями. Без нас ни один из них даже не узнал бы, что второй жив. Wanda: *giggles* Ты бы видела, как Баки сегодня себя вёл в общей комнате, весь такой смущённый. Даже в глаза Стиву не мог взглянуть, не краснея. В конце концов он просто взял, молча пододвинул Стиву кружку кофе и ушёл — а у самого из ушей так пар и валит. Natasha: *rolls her eyes* Мои зверята и то сообразительней, чем эти двое. Wanda: *gasps* У тебя есть питомцы?! Natasha: *no change in emotion* Как-нибудь познакомлю. Так вот, возвращаясь к теме парней: ты замечала, что как только Баки заходит в комнату, Стив прямо весь тает? Wanda: *wide eyes* Замечала, и не только! Он только взглянет на Баки, как у него в голове начинает играть музыка из фильма "История любви", а перед глазами волосы Баки развеваются, как в рекламе шампуня. *blushes* *clears throat*  Да, и еще он почему-то переставляет себе, что на Баки из одежды только красные стринги. Natasha: *a big, toothy laugh* АХАХАХАХА!

Knowhere There were smoke and liquor everywhere the cameras swerved. There were creatures young and old, weak and bold, gathered to gamble, fight, rave, smuggle, hide. Anything unordinary you could think was there. From genderless strippers to non-binary fighters- the far corner filled with one hollered at the other, whistling, catcalling, making signs that you did not want to know the meaning of. Loki, on the other hand, was enjoying all fifty expressions your face reflected at the scenic view of the inside of Knowhere. Lulu, though mesmerised by the lights everywhere and blown away by the flying pods, still hung to your shoulder. If he had eyes, you were sure they would be wide open with their focus just on those flying machines as he made crackling noises at them. Javi caught you flinch and jump away from a creature looking like a six-year old's version of Satan but in green. Satan growled at you before pretending to bite you and lick those yellow fangs of his while he chortled with his equally appalling buddies. "Kin sibe nom torra," Satan rolled his R's while gurgling through his throat at you- someone who had no idea what that guy was talking about while trying to fiddle through your bag to find those earpieces the Hardy boys had provided you. "Ugh, is this what Clint has to go through?" That Satan dude stepped closer to you, driving you two steps back. All the onlookers could feel the sudden rush as they watched you stand one step away from backing into a murky wall while Satan smirked his dirty smirk at you, taking one potential step before Loki stepped in to put a hand on his chest. "Ukt sast nom kore grata," the God practically sang before parting his fingers with that chest while his face screamed 'yucky'. Just as he uttered those words, that smug grin on Satan's face got washed away to show confusion and fear eroding in those beady eyes. "Sica rom ni froa," Loki gestured him to walk away with a kind smile before turning to look at you with your jaw unhinged just a little. "Wha-how...what was that?" "Oh, they were catcalling you in the most vulgar way possible," Loki replied, looking at the address in his navigation device. "....okay? And?" "And-" he clicked the device close and pointed at a distant pathway- ever so casually with the other hand in his pocket- "I told them to only ask you to go with them if they liked getting their heads eaten when you orgasm." And the Silvertongue walked away, leaving that jaw to unhinge a bit more.

You: *grunts* now I wish I could do that *crosses arms in disappointment* *camera pans out to show Loki standing by your side, looking at you like a lost cause* Loki: This is why you do not have a lover You: *huff* *repeat his lines to him louder* this is why you do not have a lover!

The Collector's Den There were no guards on doors, something you thought would be a default scene considering you were walking into the Space Illuminati Warlord's lair. The neon colours breathing around you from creatures and elements unknown were too much for the eyes to deal with in one go. But it all seemed to be toned down to normal when your entire body felt itself jerk to prevent a heart attack at the sight of the four feet high and three feet wide head preserved in a tank right next to the entrance. "That's...one way to greet people," you muttered, your eyes still on that creature while your legs followed Loki further into the appropriately-named Collector's business place.  "Marvelous!" A voice boomed in the house of Tivan and you had to pull yourself back to the front, stepping closer to Loki to witness a creature anatomically very similar to a human walk towards your group with a pep in his step. "Finally someone who knows the worth of the head of a dark celestial." The white hair on his head stood as straight as a distraught anime character along with his brows. His lips were what caught your attention with an apparent thin tattoed line running down the middle, ending right before the chin. If that wasn't enough to make anyone wonder what in hell was this creature, the sudden whip of his cape was the last straw to help you innocent ones realise this one was the mad kind. "Tell me, oh beautiful one-" he bowed in front of you his hands going back in the air like a ballerina- "what do you think of that head?" You looked at Loki for some help. He simply shrugged and put his pale fingers on his lips, leaving the floor to you. "...that it's...big?" "It's hideous," the Collector grumbled. "A beauty like you should not have to see something so indigestible. EVER!" He whipped his cape again, making you shoot your brows up and turn towards the camera.

You: Ooooohohoho *giggle* my God! This guy is more dramatic than any theatre majors I have EVER seen! *gasps* Oh- Loki: No! We are not taking him to earth to meet theatre nerds. You:  You: *slump back* *grumble*

"Welcome to the humble abode of this mere creature that goes by the name Taneleer Tivan. Address me as you wish your grace. Your husband has been our esteemed partner for quite the time in this space." There was nothing but a slow blink that escaped you at the thought of the mafia lord thinking you were Loki's wife. Then, a finger rose in question at the audacity of that white-haired baboon reaching to that conclusion just by seeing you two together. "Okay, excuuuuse me," you started off with bubbling rage, "first of all, you have amazing eyesight for noticing I'm beautiful. And second of all, your partner wishes!"

Taneleer: *narrows eyes at the camera, oblivious* I am confusion

Loki simply rolled his eyes before touching a windchime next to him. "I see you still have your spies on a decent payroll, Tivan. Was it the Kou-Gare that boarded with us on the shuttle from the last station? Or was it the Djinn you had your clan's symbol etched on his back?" Taneleer blinked quite fast before breaking into a chortle, his head thrown back and his hands flailing. "You are still the same shrewd Silvertongue! I told them you would find out sooner or later." The camera focused on your expression- a swirl of shock and thrill. "But I do have to ask," he sang before turning to you, circling you like a cat, "where did you find this one? And what was so special about her that she got to stand by the side of the God of Mischief." He practically purred inside your hair while taking a sniff as you stood there frozen, looking at Loki for some sort of escape. "She is a human, Tivan," Loki called out, still looking at the windchime that refracted light into a colourful rainbow all over Loki's skin. And like a good chameleon, Taneleer's colours changed while Loki looked smug for the camera, his back still turned to you and the Collector. "By your Gods and mine! If she is a human how is she more alluring than you?!"

You: *smug* If I had a mic? I'd drop it. *still acts out a mic drop*

The colours on Loki's face washed away as fast as they had come. His lips forming as many different-sized Os as they possibly could. "What? WHAT?!" Taneleer simply nodded, observing you like an art connoisseur from a respectable distance. "Say, my ever-enchanting one-" with a leg bent out, he bowed to take your hand in his- "would you bestow upon this meagre merchant the honour to honour you by studying your essence?" "Okay, that's it," Loki muttered before covering the distance in two strides and breaking away that unwanted hand-holding; smacking away Taneleer's hand while taking yours and holding it in his. "You," he pointed his finger at the collector while the camera focused on his hand holding your wrist, "you are going to help me-" Taneleer parted his lips to say something before being shut by Loki's words- "BECAUSE you owe me for saving your life!" And then the God turned to you, the distance between the two of you lesser than Lulu lying on the ground. He was in fact lying on the ground, trying to make angels in something clearly invisible to the human eyes. "And you," Loki announced softer than he wanted to, his eyes locked onto yours. For the moment there, that was all it was. His greens shining like a freshly washed forest from rain shining under the new sun. And your eyes were the treasure quarry of y/e/c stones buried under the water looking up at that forest hiding both the light and darkness inside it. Seconds passed. Both Taneleer and the camera looked at each other for answers before the former slowly dragged his wine glass from the table to the edge, letting it fall and clunk on the floor, loud enough to break the God out of a trance. "You will stay here with Lulu. Do not cause trouble till I get back." Authority in his voice, he inhaled a lungful before furrowing his brows- trying to understand what had just happened- and turning to walk away. "Who's Lulu?" Taneleer was curious. You seemed to pop right out of your own trance by the question, beaming at the collector before picking up Lulu in your arms to let him purr in your embrace. "My baby." Taneleer took the appearance of little hairy creature in. "So much hair...or fur?" before turning to Loki, waiting for a second and then following him. "I told you not to take those drugs during your sexual endeavours for information extraction, Silvertongue."

The Lounge The flatscreen was muted, showing you sleeping in the back of the spaceship Loki just bargained for cheap. Your lips were parted and you were drooling all over the blanket underneath you while Loki set the ship on autopilot to come to take a look in the back. Javi was asleep too, with Lulu in his arms, both of them sprawled on the seats bunched up together by the last owner. What Loki did not realise- or did not bother to validate- was that the cameras were still running; those electronic bugs with space technology still buzzing around the temporary gravity.  He stood next to the makeshift bed of crates bunched together for you to sleep over, snoring loud enough to make Lulu's head vibrate in the direction of the voice. The camera focused on the screen when the expression on Loki's face bore a look barely ever seen before- soft. He was on his knees, putting the blanket wrinkled in your arms over your shoulder, securing it on both sides before moving a stray strand of your hair away from your face. He said something, apparently to you, but the only thing the camera in the lounge caught was the moving lips before frantically shifting between the screen and Natasha, Wanda, Scott and flustered Bucky; neither of them catching the lens' drift to look at the screen. Natasha and Wanda watched from the sofa as Scott still tried to get Bucky to open up a little more. "I can't watch this anymore," Natasha grumbled to Wanda with an emotionless face towards the two men, "just tell me when he comes." "Oh, oh, oh, he's coming," Wanda whispered, poking Natasha before transforming her excitement back to a dull sober self.

Wanda: So, I can always tell where this man is in the house. He does this thing where he will pick up a theme from something he is into lately and his brain keeps playing it on repeat. Last night Natasha made him watch Phineas and Ferb and so *flails her hands* *smirks* it's going to be the title sequence all day. *turns her smile into a fine line of distaste* and thanks to her I no longer have to listen to Never Gonna Give You Up for another week.

"Hey, Bucky," Natasha called out the ex-winter soldier as loud as possible, "I'm proud that you came out of the closet buddy! You should be proud of being bi. We are here with you." She clicked her tongue and finger-gunned him. Confused but delighted at the gesture, Bucky shared a chuckle with an equally excited Scott. "Thanks, Nat. But I don't know how will be able to tell to-" he turned just enough to let his eyes catch Steve standing frozen by the lounge entrance-"...Steve."

Tivan's Den "This is crazy. And so cool?! I wish I had the means to collect all the weird things around the world." Lulu chirped at you while tapping at the glass that had a pink coloured female inside it while you- bright-eyed and enthralled by the extraordinary roamed about the place, looking at the gems and flora, bugs and skeletons around this place. One little piece of quartz caught your attention for it had waves inside it as if clear water was kissing the pale dull sand on a clear beach and making it come to life. Your hand went for that crystal when you felt your brain jerk you back. "Ooooh, we're not supposed to touch anything. I don't want to be stuck in a death game again," you muttered before pouting at the crystal and walking away. Away from that shelf to turn and find yourself facing a golden music box and shrieking as low as possible. Lulu raised himself where he stood before leaping towards the shelf you were fangirling about. "Lulu, look!" You whispered in heated excitement, your toes barely keeping you on the ground, "a music box with Loki's helmet on it! You think it belongs to him?"

Lulu cautiously moved closer to the box sniffing it like a curious cat, pausing for a bit before rubbing his head with the precious trinket. "Okay. So, you approve!" You clapped and picked the box up. "Aw! You think little Loki got this as a gift on one of his birthdays?" Winding the lever as far as it went, you refrained from squirming as you opened it. A sweet sound was followed by Lulu's camera catching a hairpin inside the box. The camera caught the expression of pure awe on your face that was looking at the intricate designs on that hairpin while also catching a cloud emerging behind you that was slowly morphing into a figure; something you were not aware of. Lulu, on the other hand, seemed to feel the presence as the camera jerked and a hiss came out of the little one in the direction of the figure that was out of focus but slowly walking towards your back. "It's beautiful!" You whispered. "Do you think it belongs to his...mom, Lulu?" Another hiss came out of Lulu and this time you turned your gaze up in confusion at him. "I sure hope it does," an echo of a voice called out from behind you, making you shriek, jump away from that direction, hit your head in the shelf in front of you so hard that you went limp and fell down with one loud thump.

Back Where the Boys Are The back room of the Collector's den was rather more sophisticatedly decorated than the marketed front; not to mention the equally more bizarre antiquities surrounding the room as the God and one human entered. "I need a tool to break me out of these," Loki declared while directed Taneleer's gaze towards his handcuffs. Taneleer raised his brows and tapped his fingers onto each other. "Looks like someone forgot the key during their playtime!" A snicker left Javi and Loki almost lost it. "Why does everyone keep thinking I would voluntarily shackle myself to these forsaken cuffs!" "How many people have pointed that out by now?" Taneleer asked while supporting his weight on the nearest shelf. Loki shoved off the question, paused, blinked and then huffed. "Five," he muttered. Javi tskd from where he stood, signing something with one hand. "That Terran says eleven," Taneleer pointed out, now judging the God with his narrowed eyes. "Do not jest me, Collector!" "Jest you! You, the God of riding SOLO with nothing but self-preservation in your blood, trodding in space all mighty with a beautiful Terran and you expect the fauna to not suggest something titillating going between the two of you?!" The eye-roll Loki felt, almost made the audience wonder if they would disappear in the back of his head. "There is nothing going on between me and her. She's just. A friend." The most dramatic gasp came out of the Collector, his hand going over to his trembling lips. "He used the f-word," the poor mafia lord whispered to himself. "What? I have had friends before," Loki shrugged through his shoulders, not making eye contact with his company before getting conscious of the camera. "Oh, name one friend besides me who hasn't exploited you for their own wishes!" "Can we please get back to busi-" "That's because you don't have any-" "Peter!" Loki blurted out of nowhere before realisation hit his face and made a split-second eye contact with the camera before composing himself. "His name is Peter and if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone and then myself. Remember that." The weight in his words seemed to shift the power in the room, impressing the Collector beyond what he asked for. "Yes, yes! Don't boil your blood over it," Taneleer sang rather sweetly, swinging his hips and humming something. "Well? Are you going to help me or not?!" Loki huffed. "Give me back whatever grace I left with you." Taneleer muttered something that was not audible to the God.  "You did what?!" Taneleer groaned. "How do you have such sharp ears?" "YOU SOLD MY GRACE!!!" "Well, not sold so much as bartered for a nice sample of a fae's DNA. So, I'd say it was a good deal." The collector was in the middle of turning to face the God when he felt himself being shoved into the wall behind him by Loki. "You are-" Loki hissed- "going to get me-" and grabbed his throat- "out of these shackles-" and tightened his grip on the OverLord- "or this is the last thing you will see before you die." The Collector winced and croaked for air, begging through his eyes when Loki let go just enough for him to speak. Wheezing for as much air as possible, the Collector looked at the God with eyes of a mercy-seeking peasant. "Now, now, my sweet God! If you kill me...who will save your precious friend out there?"

to be continued...

[yurawiththegoodhair]

*new fic coming soon!*

When Kagome agrees to visit Japan with Inuyasha for his best friend’s wedding and to meet his family, she hopes for smooth sailing and the opportunity to bond with those he holds dear. But what she encounters instead, might just ruin everything. An InuKag AU inspired by Crazy Rich Asians.

I should not be doing this. I’m not a multiple WIP kinda gal. I’m terrible at it. But this idea came to me, and it’s spilling out, and here we are xD This fic is CRA inspired, and the overarching story is similar, but there’s SO much that will differ, I’m hoping you’re able to even forget the connection by the end of it. Check out a sneak below the cut, and look for the first chapter coming sometime next week! 

“You know, I was thinking,” Inuyasha said, stirring his coffee and not meeting her eyes. 

“Uh, oh,” she quipped and was rewarded with a glare.

“You’re hilarious,” he deadpanned before continuing on as if nothing had happened. “You should come with me to Japan for Miroku and Sango’s wedding.”

Kagome felt her breath catch. She’d secretly been hoping he might invite her along for weeks, now, thinking it would be the perfect time for her to meet his family and friends back in their native Japan.

She knew all about his family, at least on the surface. He’d described his parents and their occupations, how he and his half-brother barely tolerated each other. She’d even heard him talking on the phone with them a few times, but Kagome had never had any contact.

It wasn’t as if he’d tried to hide her from them, it was just a natural consequence of living on the other side of the world. But they’d been solidly together for more than a year, now, had even talked casually about getting married, so Kagome figured he’d want to show her off eventually.

 She was kind of a catch, if she did say so herself.

“Oh, yeah?” she finally replied, trying her best to sound casual, even though her heart was pounding. “Wouldn’t that mean meeting your family and everything?”

He took a sip of his coffee before he answered, but there was a smile on his lips. “That was the idea, yeah.”

Kagome smiled back, but refrained from jumping up to hug his neck like she wanted to. “How long were you thinking of going for?”

Inuyasha shrugged, an air of nonchalance about him that she had always envied. “Oh, about a month or so.” 

She choked on her tea. “A m-month?!” she sputtered. 

She’d figured a week, maybe two. Meet everyone, eat some ramen, attend the wedding, and go home. Simple and fairly painless.

But this sounded like...a whole other level of togetherness, and she wasn’t sure she was ready for it. 

His eyes looked a little panicked. “Finals are finished, and neither of us has to work again until August. It’s not like we don’t have the time.”

He did have a point. Both of them were on summer break, and had spent practically every waking moment together for the past few weeks. What difference did it make if they did that here or in Japan?

Except for that one, giant difference that was his family.

“But what about Buyo?” she countered weakly, unable to form any real rebuttal to his logical reasoning. 

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure he’d be fine staying with your mother.”

Oh, right. That would make sense.

Kagome nodded and bit her lip. She had of course imagined meeting his family one day. Had hoped she and his mom would grow closer as they poured over pictures of Inuyasha as a baby, while he and his dad caught up over a beer.

It was quiet with no fanfare. Sweet and quick. But a month was a long time. So much could happen in thirty days. Especially if they didn’t like her.

Oh, god. What if they didn’t like her?

“Hey,” Inuyasha said quietly, reaching across the table and taking her hand, causing her to come out of her thoughts. 

She could tell he had easily caught on to her line of thinking as his eyes softened and he smiled that sweet smile of his that calmed her frayed nerves like nothing else. 

“You have nothing to be worried about. They’ll absolutely love you.”

[reimuhakureivevo]

What’s your favorite anime?

Also how do you feel about NGS after it’s been out for a few weeks now?

Oh boy, this might be an oldie but Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya series (Movie, chibi spin off, and AUs). MoHS is the anime that STILL holds into my heart and it's the anime that really kicked off of my interest on anime. I lost count on the rewatches I've done but that doesn't matter though, anime still good for me!

For NGS, the game is quite fun and I still do enjoy every bit of it. Combat is VERY flashy which very much like. Even though it feels quite limited on the available PAs wherein classic PSO2, there is a bunch of different PAs. The story is quite interesting and I'm still curious how the story goes (also I can't believe SEGA has done the single parent cliche like c'mon don't pull my heartstrings like that lmao!) even though for some reason, it feels quite short before we get the next major update where we are getting the next region which is the desert! Oh yeah!! Props for redoing the entire techter class as playing the mage classes feels like I'm some sort of a weak wizard from classic PSO2 but on NGS, feels like you became a CBT Wizard with an AK-47.

For the downside, still has bugs, and as I'm typing this and there is going to be emergency maintenance tonight for batteling Gigantix. I still remember the first day it was like... So unplayable from the lag but that is because the PSO2 crew was NOT expecting a high amount of people playing PSO2 where it wasn't optimized for a huge influx of players active. I don't blame'em, I wasn't expecting all 4 servers to be full since I have to click and click to get on Ship 3 for 15ish minutes. Also for the weapon camos, a downgrade for multi-weapon camos as I'm only forced to apply a camo for ONE weapon type rather than the same camo for other weapons.

Even though, the PSO2 crew is really trying their best to fix up all the issues from the past couple of weeks and massive props for listening to the community for fixing the issues. The game runs so much better compared to day one and still gets improvements on each maintenance.

But hey-