#it's soooo weird it looks like hell froze over outside

[na-klar]

feel like this is the weirdest most extreme weather we've had in a long time here in germany. stay safe everyone, especially when you're on the road ❤

#there's snow in places where it hasn't snowed in YEARS #it's soooo weird it looks like hell froze over outside #saharan dust is here the snow is literally sand???? the sky is orange????

[junnibook]

A nice and long NSFW fic for Kacchan pls~? (I stay asking for Kacchan, lmfao I know-)

Katsuki falling in love with a soft girl.

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A/N: reminder, i write boy x male reader as well so if it’s not mentioned in the ask than the reader will automatically be female. also character x character is a no. don’t need the fandom bashing people ships in the comments i hope you under stand.

warnings: fluff, light cursing, stalking?

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he hated you- okay no he didn’t, but he hated how you made him feel. you can’t just show up and change how he sees the world without any warning. 

how is that fair?

he couldn’t even tell you how he was feeling, seriously he couldn’t. because he didn’t know the feeling himself. every time he looked at you all he wanted to do was be close enough to you that he can smell your scent. 

now he thinks he’s a weirdo, thanks. 

he hates how friendly you are to him. saying “good morning ‘suki “ or while at lunch “ what did you bring today ‘suki” why were you so close looking over his shoulder, are you trying to make him turn red?

 plus the nickname “suki” he will never admit it but he likes when you call him that, so much better than “kacchan” it sounds even better when it comes from your mouth. 

he’ll always tell you “ it’s to damn early for you “ but you never leave, even hearing rude comments that he never wanted to say but can’t help it. you stayed right next to him smiling. 

your weird. 

everyday you spend with him, he’s noticed that you can’t do anything without his little help. your so soft you didn’t even realize that dudes were hitting on you.. or did you want his help. great now he feels like a game piece moving to your defense.

but he wouldn’t sit there and let anyone hit on you, he hates when people do that. that weird feeling comes back again. you should be talking to him and not listening  to some dude call you pretty , katsuki could do that same thing. 

since the two of you go to the same junior high currently he can’t stand how you and that “damned deku” get along. do you like him better than you like katsuki? but why he doesn’t have a quirk, don’t say your into guys who is weaker than you??? 

than he lost.

but he hates losing so he’s going to try harder to figure out theses feeling tell you them than maybe he can stop feeling this way. 

he’s decided to go to the weirdest person he knows.

his mother.

he sat her down and tried his best to explain the situation. even if it was cheesy. 

“do you like her smile”

“hah?”

“do you like how she smiles at you”

“ why the hell does that matter” 

“just answer the question “ she rolled her eyes

“........yes” 

she nodded “ okay how do you feel when she talks to other people” 

“like i wanna blow some those people up” he spoke bluntly no hint of lying in his voice. 

“ mhm mhm and when she’s around how do you feel” 

he thought about her coming around him, he felt his heart skip several beats “ like fucking dying” he sighed calming down. 

“ weird but son you have a crush, better tell her how ya feel so i can meet the girl who made my son feel this way and thank her” she walked off. 

he secretly cursed her.

like someone, him? no way impossible, she did look prettier than before today and she did smell really good. saying his name made his chest hurt and face burn, maybe he’s catching a cold.  but he doesn’t get sick often. 

“fuck”

the next day he decided to just tell you, he knew you’d come up to him while walking to “ that shitty school” so he walked slower today.

“good morning suki” 

he mentally jumped seeing you walk next to him. “ yea” he looked at you realizing you smiled seeing him. can you stop looking so damn pretty he’s trying to tell you something your making it hard to even breath. 

“ idiot i gotta tell you something” you just had to look at him wit such soft eyes. a look of pure innocence, you nearly killed him. 

“suki?” he didn’t even wanna tell you anymore. 

“fight me” he pushed out threw clenched teeth he had his head down so you couldn’t see his pink cheeks. “ fight you?” he didn’t look he knew he’s regret it if he did.

“ training with me after this shitty school day is over” he wanted you to say yes, of course you’d say yes. “ mkay! what time because izuku  wanted to talk to me “ 

deku? what could he want. does he have the same unknown feelings as katsuki? “ what does that nerd want” he asked playing it safe making it seem like he didn’t care. 

“ hmmm i think he wants to write about my quirk” 

of course he does, he can do that while everyone is around not alone with no one but you.

he’d be lying if he said he isn’t pissed and didn’t have a real clue why. you talk to students all day long why did it matter if deku was one of them. 

he’s just an extra right.. 

he walked around following you and deku to an empty classroom, standing outside the classroom listening in. his body shook with annoyance but he didn’t make a more or sound. 

when you came out you did question him. he just said “ i didn’t feel like searching for you” 

when you trained with him, he was stunned, how could someone look so beautiful using their quirk like you did.  stop making this harder than it needed to be, he couldn’t tell you that day or the next he was attacked by a villain. 

he seen you help and actually got nervous for you. he didn’t have control the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you. he couldn’t help how he was feeling. 

when it was all over and he seen you all beaten up and walking to him he couldn’t help but get a bit angry “you shouldn’t have risked your life for me dumbass”

“ i wasn’t going to let you stay captured suki” 

why risk everything for him? he’s a dick who is strangely crushing on you and still acts rude. why would you choose him? 

he needed time to think thankfully he got time too do that. he thought he could get a peaceful day. but no you showed up at his house knocking on people doors. 

how’d you know where he lived, and why’d you knock on the door.. you woke the beast.

“ KATSUKI !” his mother yelled letting you in.

“ WHAT!” 

like mother like son with the yelling. he walked down stairs and nearly died on the last step. 

your here.. in regular clothes, you looked so cute he couldn’t look away. he glared looking at the floor. “ what do you want” he asked you came close “ are you feeling okay ? you didn’t come to school. “ there you go again caring.

your so weird. 

“ yea now go home”  

“don’t be rude katsuki walk her home” 

fuck

here you two were, walking close by each other, the silence wasn’t a problem but it was you along with the silence your never this quiet. 

“ do you hate me “ just gonna throw that out there, that’s how it’s gonna start mkay than.

“no” 

“your lying! you haven’t talked to me in two days and you’ve been distant” he kept walking 

“well i’m not” why so blunt. where’s the yelling and the idiots?

you jumped in front of him “than look at me” 

he can’t like seriously he’ll turn red. but you sound so hurt so he looked at you. shocked to see the tears and determination in your face where you angry ?.

“ your acting weird suki” he stood there “ if your upset at me tell me why , don’t just hide your feelings and leave, you coward” him a coward? never. 

“ i’m not a damn coward i just... forget it already i’m not mad at you” 

you realized he has so much he wants to say but  doesn’t  know how to say it. 

“ you just what?”  he’s thinking give him a minute he’s never had to stutter on his words and today wasn’t going to be the first so give him a minute to prepare what he as to say,

“i have feelings that i can’t explain and it pisses me off. the way i’m feeling i can’t just come out and say it” 

“ why not what’s stopped you before, nothing just tell me suki” you moved close looking at his glaring face. 

he doesn’t want to fuck up. telling you can go two ways, he tells you and you say it back or he tells you and you don’t 

he’s leaning more to the you won’t say it back side. 

but at this point he doesn’t care. he’s katsuki bakugo confident in everything he doe, does what ever he wants with out hesitation and yet he’s questioning his words because of one person who went and changed his life.

he use to just think about being number one, but now he can’t help but think of you. how you smile at him , be around him, how you smell, how brave you can be , how strong you are, how you choose him over everyone else. he likes that about you, he likes you. 

“katsuki what’s wrong?” katsuki? no suki. 

“ i like you okay dumbass, happy now.”

of course his words took time to process. he likes you? katsuki bakugo the one and only just confessed to you, hell froze over it had to have. 

“say it again” 

he paused looking at you as if you lost your mind “what” he wasn’t sure if you heard him or not. maybe you were just being weird. 

“ say that you like me again” why would you want him too.

he seen how close you were and how you really wanted to hear that. “ i like you idiot and that’s the last i’m saying it” it’s not the last time just for today. he ‘tsk’ turning to leave

“ i like you too!” you pointed at yourself. “ i always did but your so hard to read about this stuff i didn’t know if you liked me back “ 

you both went threw the same problems. 

congrats your dating katsuki bakugo. word went around quickly. you did accidently break a little messy haired freckled boy’s heart. nothing really changed though, he’s still having the same feelings from before but their more settled now. 

you both went to u.a , same class and all. you were known for your quirk and dating the devil. you were like a light to his never ending darkness. you were there for every villain attack helping him the best you could risking you life as well as he of course.

two strong top hero’s you two became...

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Soooo first it’s not as long sorry for that and it sucks ass but it had to be done 🤧. Sorry that it’s not the best and it’s just me typing anything that that point

#anime #im sorry it sucks #anime ask #x reader #ask #likecommentshare #naruto shippuden #haikyuu!! #mha #naruto #katsuki boyfriend #bakugo katuski #katsuki x y/n #katsuki bakugo x reader

[dontasktheradiodemon]

Reading Area #1 (1/18/2021)

Click here if you’re like “What the heck is this about?”

Valera @autokrates joins Kyxs @usedhearts while reading in the library and pulls out some tea. They hang out and chat about, among other things, Kyxs's death, magic, weird inhuman reproduction, and alien/infernal politics.

Kyxs

Books always attracted him, like a fly to honey, and so it's no wonder that he finally ends up in the library. Most of the volumes on the shelves, he couldn't even read the titles of, but he'd found a nice sci-fi novel in a shelf and sat down with that, just casually flipping through it and skimming.

Valera

Hope Kyxs didn't think he'd get alone time, even in an estate big enough to get lost in. Here comes Valera, a leather bound alien text shoved under one arm, the other holding an oversized mug of tea. To their credit, they offer a little murbling trill in greeting before taking a seat across the way from him in a piled up coil of tail and armchair cushions hidden under a throw blanket. Ohoho, this fish is ready to get COZY.

Kyxs

He looked up with a blink when she entered, but smiled her way. He slowly shut his book and held it in his lap.

"Hey, Val, haven't had a chance to see you yet, nor a chance to thank you for inviting me along. This--" He gestured around them. "Is way better than being in a bunker waiting things out. I'm having a blast."

Valera

"So I can imagine!" They grin, then cock their head to the side and rearrange themselves so they can lean in to get a closer look at their guest.

"Extermination day is your..." Ahem. "*Death Day,* right?" They sound it out carefully, a clear division between two words that didn't belong together in their mind. "Happy Death Day, Kyxs. I hope you've been able to enjoy this one more than the last."

Kyxs

He chuckled, giving a nod. "It is, and thanks. Yeah, usually I have a drink of whiskey with Alastor and listen to the radio waves through the extermination and that's all. Having mixed drinks with my boyfriend and hanging out on a beach side island mansion? Maaaajor upgrade."

Kyxs laughed a little more. "So, still weird to know that we're all dead humans, huh?"

Valera

"Very." They snort, turning to put their tea on the end table next to their chair. "I've seen plenty of humans die, but not as many start walking and talking in new form right afterwards."

They tap the edge of their book, humming as they watch him. "I'm glad I could provide a change of pace for you and yours. I almost didn't offer! I thought it might be too forward with how little we actually know each other, and I'm a TERRIBLE judge on how humans or ex-humans will respond to... Anything, honestly."

Kyxs

"Well, I'm glad you did." He shrugged a bit, leaning his elbow on the arm of his chair.

"Y'know what the worst part of arriving in Hell is? The drop. One minute, you're dying peacefully, and then next--" They lift a hand, making a motion with a finger like something falling. A cartoon sound effect of falling and then a comedic smacking sound play on the air. It's as smooch as any Alastor's effects, but it's clear he's been practicing with the noises.

"You're falling and splatting on the ground. I had the unlucky fortune to do that a few scant minutes before the Extermination kicked off for that year, and as jarring as it is to just fall in, falling in on Extermination day is worse."

Valera

A frown. "I'm surprised you survived. Well, I mean.."  A dip of the head. "You *didn't*, obviously. But you didn't *double* die. How did

freshly fallen sinner not immediately get exterminated? You'd have been a walking target!"

Kyxs

"Simple: Alastor. He was waiting for me when I dropped in, immediately got me up and rushed me to a bunker. Didn't even ask anything of me until after the Extermination." He shrugged a bit.

"Without him, I'd have been double dead for sure."

Valera

"Ah. Must have been a fan of your work." They're just going to take a sip of their tea, don't mind them. They know you, sad radio boy.

Kyxs

His mouth snapped shut, but his expression is a familiar static smile. Kyxs takes a moment to blink and then take a breath, relaxing. He just had to remind himself that they were an alien, maybe they wouldn't judge him like other humans would?

"....Yeah. He was. He followed me, listening in via the radios around me, watching what I was doing. Said he liked my style, but that I could have more flair, more power. Offered to teach me, if I worked for him in exchange. I took the deal." He tries his best to act casual, but his next shrug is a little too stiff.

Valera

They watch him stiffen up, and roll their eyes at his carefully manufactured casual mannerisms. "Here's a little tip from your local theater major, kid. Alastor can get away with the stiffly smiling puppet man act because that's how he *always* is. If you flip the switch on suddenly, everyone is going to notice and be on edge."

Ssssip. Mm, good tea. "Anyway. Making a Deal with Alastor was stupid, obviously, but I'm glad it's working out."

Kyxs

He sighed. "I know, I'm working on it. I only have high school theater to rely on." He laughed, crossing his legs.

"Eh, not as stupid as some people might think. Alastor's actually reasonable, mostly. If he respects you, which I was fortunate enough to earn by my actions in life. He'll give you good terms then, but if you're an idiot and act like one around him, well..." He trailed off and shrugged.

Valera

"Earning his respect doesn't seem that hard... Unless you also want him to fear you just a bit." They grin, all teeth.

"Not that I'd know. I have *no* idea if any Alastors out there respect me. But I do have things they want, and that's good enough. The only ones I make deals with are the ones I know have a vested interest in my survival."

Kyxs

"I don't know about that, there's not much Alastor fears." He took a breath, his hand playing with the pages of the shut book on his lap.

"Which ones are vested in your survival? Or are you not allowed to say?"

Valera

"I disagree MOST heartily, dear boy! There's plenty he fears. But if you haven't figured out what yet, I'm certainly not going to tell you and ruin his fun!" They crack their book open, setting it in their lap as they tug the throw up over their shoulders. Hoohoo cozy time.

"I could tell you specifics, but I wouldn't benefit from you knowing. Suffice to say, the ones that like going to Earth for visits or ingredients make an effort to keep in my good graces. Free rides are hard to come by."

Kyxs

He nodded. "True, I don't know much about what other Alastors fear, only the one I know. Who can say which ones of them have the same fears?"

He leaned over, tilting his head to try and get a peek at her book. "What're you reading?"

Valera

A few seconds of watching him crane his neck, and they obligingly turn the book sideways so he can see text he absolutely can't understand. It was reflex, don't question it too much.

"This? Nothing special, really. It's a book on chronomancy, time manipulation and the like. This one is about creating pockets of reality where time is dilated. Not terribly useful to me, but I like to study the basics of anything I can."

Kyxs

She was right, he could't read it, but he enjoyed being able to see the script, it looked nice. That explination flew over his head, though, and he blinked. "Soooo, time travel? What's.....time dilation?"

Valera

"Time dilation is.." They pull the book back, brows furrowing. "To simplify it to an absurd degree, time dilation is where time slows down. So this teaches you the theory behind creating pockets of space where time slows to a crawl relative to the world outside of it."

Kyxs

"Think I read a fantasy western where someone could do that. Had to burn a metal with Allomancy to do it, though." He chuckled. "But that's....neat? Is that something you can do?"

Valera

"Oh yeah, totally." They toss the book at Kyxs, watching as it freezes in midair, then seems to fall in slow motion.

"I already learned how to break this kind of magic at its zenith, but I did it with brute force. I'm studying the theory to learn how to pick it apart instead of just smashing it with a metaphorical hammer. Because eventually I wont be able to just" here they whip out the airquotes, voice turning exasperated "'orbital drop kick' my way to victory."

Kyxs

Kyxs blinked as the book froze and watched as it kept slowly moving towards him.

"Orbital drop kick, huh? So you got a lot of raw power but no finesse?"

Valera

"Oh, uh. Yeah." They roll their eyes, reaching out to pluck the book from the air before it went too far.

"I ruin a lot of things, losing control of spells. There's actually a spot in one of my off planet estates that infinitely spawns chickens because I overcharged one part of a time weave." A pause. "So if you're ever hungry, paradox chicken is cheap."

Kyxs

Kyxs blinked again, and then laughed, putting his face in his hand. "Paradox chicken?"

He lifted his head and, still giggling, continued. "So, is it just a planet of chickens now, or do they disappear after a while?"

Valera

They snort, waving a hand dismissively as they settle back into their coils. "I put a portal underneath the point that whisks them away to a processing facility. But it sure LOOKED like it was going to turn into a chicken planet for a while there. I didn't exactly have a response plan ready for *an endless flood of chickens*."

Kyxs

"Endless chickens. You could solve world hunger-- or actually, ALL worlds hunger." He laughed again.

"Okay, what else have you fucked up magically?" He looks legitimately excited by this.

Valera

They sniff. "Oh you want to hear about all my FAILURES huh? Not my dazzling successes? I broke an entire MOON out of a time freeze you know!"

A moment, and then they drop the act, grinning again. "Veci learn to channel our magic through boards carved with symbols. They're rigidly designed and have a bunch of redundancies to keep dumbass kids from hurting themselves. They do all sorts of things, and ONLY those things. So I, of course, wired a bunch of them together and powered them all at once."

A long sigh. "Long story short, the whole kit and kaboodle went flying off into low orbit and is probably still going."

Kyxs

Kyxs laughed, harder this time. "Oh my god! Just bam, zoom! Off it goes! That's incredible."

He sighed and wiped at his eye. "Reminds me of when Alastor started teaching me magic-- nearly broke every piece of radio equipment I touched."

Valera

His host watches him, fins twitching as they hold their mug of tea in cupped hands. "Aw, hatchling's growing pains. I assume you've gotten better control since then?"

Kyxs

"Oh yeah, a lot better. I still don't have the simple finesse and control that Alastor does, but I'm also not a full fledged radio demon yet." He shrugged.

"I still have to concentrate for stuff that comes naturally to Alastor." To prove his point, an audience gave sporadic clapping after he spoke and he sighed.

"Like that. Still need to whip my audience into shape."

Valera

"So I've heard! You don't inspire the same fear, but you also didn't exactly spring into Hell fully formed and blasting Overlords with unfathomable power. Or whatever. I wasn't there for it, I'm sure his manifestation was greatly exaggerated."

Kyxs

Kyxs rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged a bit. "I dunno, I've looked into it, quite a bit, and most reports are shockingly accurate from what I can tell. Alastor doesn't like to talk about the specifics a lot, though. But he did kill just...a whole fuckton of sinners."

Valera

They shrug. "Sinners die all the time. But we're focusing on you here. Do you MIND that people aren't as afraid of you?"

Kyxs

"Not really? Like everyone's _so_ afraid of Alastor that he can't do much of anything without people running in terror. I can go places and do things on his behalf and even then people won't just up and run because of my mere presence. Being feared to that extent's gotta be tiring." He shrugs back.

Valera

Sip-- Oh, they're out of tea. Ah well. "Speaking from experience? Exhausting. Especially for someone who was previous used to being well liked. You should feel bad for him, but only a little. He did choose to do all that murder after all."

Kyxs

His head tilted, looking curious. "People feared you? Like they do Alastor? But....you're so nice?" His bright green eyes squinted.

"Though considering you can make a chicken paradox, I guess getting on your bad side is a bad idea."

Valera

Well, if he's going to say his piece.. They carefully set the empty mug aside, face blandly neutral as they speak.

"I was thrust into power at twenty years of age, unprepared and terrified. When people attacked me, I responded in turn. When their families protested, I held public executions, to prove a point. A plot of treason? I strung their bodies up for everyone to see!"

A shrug. "Once people see you pull the trigger on an entire city in response to something they did, they realize what they're trying to fight against only gets worse every time they try to put it down."

Kyxs

"Oh geez." Their eyes widen with each word and they look away, elbows on their knees and hands covering their mouth.

After Valera was done, they were quiet a moment. "Yeah, that'd do it," They muttered.

Kyxs sat back up, leaning back in their chair, arms crossing over their stomach. "I killed my father and brother. They were both my first victims. And then I went off and killed a lot of other people. Not a whole city's worth, but for one person just on their own? I killed a lot."

They shrugged. "I keep that under wraps for most of Hell, on Alastor's advice. Thought since you shared...." They shrugged.

Valera

What a strange heart to heart this is. They'd hesitate to call Kyxs anything more than a maybe-friend, but.. He tries. They offer a smile, one side crooked higher than the other.

"Weird that he'd tell you to keep a few murders under wraps, considering the circumstances! But I'm sure he had his reasons. Maybe keeping your victims from deciding to settle the score personally."

A beat. "Oh. I haven't done a widespread cull since I hit thirty, so don't... worry? I guess? I made a deal; ten years of compassion after ten years of cruelty. Six in now, and people have gotten comfortable enough to insult me to my face."

Kyxs

"I think it's less about the murders themselves and more me being a serial killer and all the media coverage I had before I died. Some people in Hell go real hard for true crime shit and have no qualms about stalking you." He laughed softly.

Kyxs's head titled, curious. "What happens when the ten years are up? Will you go back to doing stuff like that or do you think your decade of compassion's changed you enough to not do it again?"

Valera

"Figures, even in Hell where killers are in spitting distance on any given street corner, the big names still get creepy fans. Ever had people ring into the station over you yet?"

The question catches their attention, eyes alight with mischief. "I'd started to find the devotion to compassion rather boring, but then it lead me to Pentious. I _like_ being attentive with him. Making him happy makes _me_ happy. It's pleasant! And weird!"

They magic up fresh tea, offering a duplicate mug to Kyxs. "In four years time, I'll likely have young children to worry about. Another thing I never expected. So.. The best answer I can give is.. I don't know! This year alone has upset my status quo immensely."

Kyxs

He laughed, shaking his head. "No, thankfully. It helps that Kyxs isn't the name I went by when I was up top. I _do_ get people calling in thirsty as fuck for Alastor, though. In a variety of ways."

Kyxs shuddered a bit, and then grinned.

"Oh yeah, love can do that. Having someone to share things with is just really nice. Whether it's a friend or a significant other, it's really nice just being around people you like and care about."

He blinked and tilted his head. "Kids? With....Pentious? I thought sinners were sterile?"

Valera

"You are." They go back to cupping their drink. Time for more explaining! "Veci can reproduce with anything that has a soul. Sinners like you and Pentious ARE souls, condemned to Hell for your sins in life."

A pleased hum.. And then they snort. "Before you ask, yes I'm sure it works, and I've got the embarrassing story about Alastor being my midwife to prove it."

Kyxs

He blinks again at that and finally takes a sip of the tea she'd given him.

"Ah, hm, I don't think I want to hear that story yet. I don't think I'm mentally prepared." He chuckled. "But that's really interesting. Is it cause your people are so much more magically inclined?"

Valera

"You will never be mentally prepared. And if you ever are, you'll have better luck asking Angel. He was there too." A dainty wrist to their forehead, and they sigh dramatically. "My BEAUTIFUL spusband, my knight in SHINING armor.."

But no, Kyxs was NOT ready to hear the story, and Valera was not about to share it. Instead they grin over their tea, mischief in their eyes. "To answer your question. Yes and no. We're very magically inclined, but we're also genetically all over the place, compared to humans. For example, I bet you had two genetic donors, both normal husband, and you came out looking like either of them. "

Kyxs

Another rapid set of blinks. This converstation really was getting a lot of those out of him. "Angel was there?" He grinned at her display. "Well, that explains everything, he's definitely a knight in shinning armor."

He nods, very seriously, yes absolutely, knight in shinning armor.

"Yeah, that's pretty much how humans do it. Two parents, both equal in indignity." He snorted into his tea as he took another sip.

Valera

Oh no, there they go back into their dramatic swoon. "Of course Angel was there! He was the one whisking me away once things started happening, the one right by my side through thick and thin!"

And cue another sigh, flowery as you please. Then they snap back to normal, chinhanding at Kyxs. "I've got seven parents. All genetically related to me. Though the indignity stands, anyone who thinks reproduction is beautiful is wrong, and worse, they're stupid."

Kyxs

More blinking! His eyelids are going to get tired at this rate. "Seven? If it's not too weird to ask, how?? I only know about human biology, so forgive the ignorance."

He was trying very hard to not giggle as he took yet another sip of tea.

Valera

Kyxs' eyelids were going to be so buff by the time this was over. "Well, in MY case the genes were harvested and then patched together in a controlled environment. Yes, that's right darling... I'm DESIGNER." Hairflip. Anyway.

"But it CAN happen naturally. The optimum mating period is fairly generous, as long as there's enough.. traits.. mixed in there by the time the shop closes, the results can be any mix of the parents... Or you just do it magically. We've got spells to avoid the sexual part of reproduction entirely. Options are out there, suffice to say."

Kyxs

He gives a BIG laugh at the hairflip. That was a good one, tickled his funnybone something good.

"I see. That's really cool. So like, anyone can have a kid if they want, I guess the opposite is true too? Like there's probably magical contraception and all that?"

Valera

Good, they live to entertain!

"Of course! I just use the standard non magical medical solutions. Keeps me from having weird magic interactions!"

Kyxs

Kyxs laughed again. "Oh God what kind of weird magical reactions can they cause?"

Valera

"I mean, I laid three eggs. So failure is a common one." They roll their eyes. "No, I know what you want. Sometimes you change colors if your contraceptive doesn't mesh well with your magic. Or you can turn sparkly."

Kyxs

"_Sparkly?_" Their eyes get real big for a moment there. "Man, I want weird magical reactions that turn people sparkly to exist in Hell that sounds funny as fuck."

They laughed and set their empty cup aside. "I take it yours meshes, though-- or are you normally blue?" Kyxs smirked.

Valera

"I hatched *red,* actually." They flutter their lashes... Then snort and shake their head. "That's true, but misleading. Veci change colors as they grow up fairly frequently, nothing to do with contraceptives. No, I use regular old injections, good for six months at a time. Though my old magical one would sometimes make my horns get blue speckles. As far as side effects, it was pretty harmless!"

Now it's their turn to lean in, eyebrow raising. "You've asked *me* a bunch of questions, but what about you? Any magical contraceptives on your side of things, Kyxs?"

Kyxs

Oh, the blinking time is back, that's good. He laughed after, shaking his head.

"Oh, no, not that I know of. Sinners being sterile and all there's no real need for injections? I don't know what's up with the Hellborns though, so maybe they got some." He shrugged.

Valera

"Oh, boo. Though the idea of Hellborns making minor contracts with...." They trail off, leaning back in their seat.

"Oh my gods. Do they make deals with Stolas? No, no... Unless they were trading for information on contraceptive *herbs*. No, they'd go to Gaap, probably? He's the prince who rules over that sort of thing, if my memory serves. I haven't brushed up on my knowledge of demons in *years*." Plus Gaap was the one that Alastor had called on for them.. They should send a gift basket.

Kyxs

"I've been lacking in my demon studies, honestly. I know about Prince Stolas, but Gaap's not familiar to me? Is he a Duke or...?" He trailed off, shifting to tuck his feet under him on the chair.

Valera

"He's a prince, same as Stolas. Though, that's assuming your Hell works the same as some of the others I've been to. I'd honestly suggest you do your own research when you get home, if possible. Though if you want, I could ask Stolas when I see him on our coffee date." They shuffle deeper into their blankets.

"Do you want a refill on the tea, or is that enough for you?"

Kyxs

"Oh! Yeah a refill would be nice." He picked up his empty cup to hand over.

"Yeah I should. I need to be in the know more when it comes to Hellborns rather than just sinner Overlords."

Valera

A twitch of their fin, and his tea is refilled. Who needs TEAPOTS when you've got MAGIC ~~and a teapot and tea cabinet in the kitchen you can draw boiling water and leaves from~~?

"Indeed! Though, really I should as well. If I'm going to marry a man aspiring to conquer, I need to learn everything I can to help support him in his efforts. His greatest enemies, possible allies, how to manage them.. You know. Political stuff."

Kyxs

He takes a sip of the new tea. Ah yes tasty.

"Yeah, I've been putting it off a lot because of the politics. But considering I'm bound to the Radio Demon, and he's working with the Princess, maybe it's a good idea to look more into things."

Valera

"Take it from a politician. Politics are the worst and I hate them. Death to politics as we know it can't come soon enough." A heaving sigh.

"It sounds like a good idea. If you're going to help your boss, you need to know what you're doing. If I'm going to help my husband, so do I. We're together in misery!"

Kyxs

"Yay!" Kyxs gave a little fake cheer and then laughed.

"Well, as they say, misery loves company." He gave a shrug. "But you said you were planning on having coffee with Prince Stolas? Swanky." He laughed a little.

Valera

They groan, nearly vanishing into their own coils as they slowly place their book over their face. Politicsssssss....

Oh, right. Stolas. They remain exactly as they are, voice muffled but much more cheery. "We're going to meet up and swap parenting tips over iced coffee! He seems lovely, so I'm looking forward to it."

Kyxs

"That sounds so wholesome for a chat with a Prince of Hell." Kyxs couldn't help another giggle.

"Then again, Hellborns are a lot different from sinners. Who's to say they can't be wholesome?"

Valera

They wave a hand, vague and airy. "Parents operate on a higher frequency. We make eye contact and a bond is established. In that moment, we are allies in exasperation and adoration for the weird tiny people we're stuck with."

The book is brought down far enough to peek their third eye over at Kyxs, surprise tinging their voice. "You've met Charlie, haven't you? She's a total sweetheart, and about as Hellborn as it gets."

Kyxs

"Oh yeah! I have, she's really nice. I think my brain just slots her into her own category cause she's Princess." He shrugged again.

"She's very _very_ enthusiastic about things, which is really adorable. I really kinda wanna meet her parents just to see how they could've raised someone as sweet and compassionate in Hell of all places."

Valera

"You know, fair. She's certainly not like any other Hellborn out there, with that parentage." The royal baby, the little Angel of Hell. Poor Charlie.

And then her parents. Ugh. "I've heard very little about Charlotte's parents." They begin, carefully. "But I've heard nothing _good_ about them. I think Charlie's personality is her own doing."

Kyxs

"That's a fair point. I've heard things about Lucifer and Lilith, and none of it wasn't someone doing some ass kissing, sooo..." He snorted and shrugged again.

"It'd make sense if Charlie was mostly a self made Princess."

Valera

"Quite so, Kyxs." The book is finally pulled away, set on the table between them so Valera can have both hands free.

"Apologies, I didn't mean to derail the conversation. Was there anything in particular you wanted to discuss?"

Kyxs

"Oh, not really. I kinda like derailed converstations, makes it easier to go with the flow." He tilted his head.

"Alastor hasn't been any trouble has he? I mean, the one that's my boss, of course."

Valera

They stare at him, blank faced as they process his question. Alastor... Trouble... His *boss* Alastor.... Had he? Had he been trouble? Quick, brain, go evaluate a specific Alastor even though they all looked almost identical. Which one was his boss? Not Stick, right? No of course not. So that meant...

A few seconds of silence, and... "Oh! Not at all. He's lovely. A model guest. Good shot, too." Nailed it.

Kyxs

"Good shot?" His eyebrow raised and he lifted his cup for another sip of tea.

"What was he shooting?"

Valera

"Fish! We went speargun fishing together on the pier. It was very fun, he's good company." Oho, a purr from the fish, good job Alastor, wherever you are.

"I almost feel bad for worrying, all the Alastors have been behaving very well. So far."

Kyxs

"Oh never feel bad about worrying about Alastors making trouble. They'd never be rude, but I will say if they weren't your guests, they would be making a loooot more chaos than they are." He shook his head and smirked.

"Sometimes it's funny, sometimes....not so much."

Valera

They open their mouth to respond, then hesitate, tension tightening their shoulders. "Yes. Sometimes not so much is right."

... Not going to elaborate on that, Valera? No? Alright. "Well, with him at least, we managed to get along well enough with weapons in our hands! Always a good sign. Hopefully even when he isn't bound by his manners we'll muddle through, but we'll see."

Kyxs

"Well, if he didn't take a shot at you with a weapon in his hands, I'd say you're at least good in that he won't immediately kill you." He laughed again.

"I mean, not that he could? I think you'd be able to take anyone in Hell, honestly. Maybe not Lucifer himself, but you never know."

Valera

They grimace, shaking their head at the idea. "I could take Alastor in a fight, but I don't know about any Hellborn. And even if I *could* take them on, I wouldn't want to. Fighting is *stressful*."

Kyxs

He nodded and shrugged. "Fair enough, I haven't actually fought anyone else in Hell, so I don't even know what a big demon magical fight would be like."

Valera

"Oh, you haven't? Do you even know what you're truly capable of?" Now they're interested again.

"If you want to get an idea, I could always spar with one of my friends while you watched. Sparring is one thing, that's just playing."

Kyxs

"Not like, fully capable? I've gone into uhhh, my 'true' demon form a couple times but never to really fight? Or at least not anyone who was even near my level in terms of power." He used airquotes around the true part, and then shrugged.

"But I wouldn't say no to seeing some sparring, sounds fun."

Valera

"Sure! Probably not this time, but we can absolutely arrange something when less people are around to get in the crossfire."

They've abandoned the idea of reading by now, just a bundle of fish in a blanket sitting pretty.

"So, Kyxs. What do you want in Hell? You're stuck there theoretically forever, have you got a goal?"

Kyxs

They pondered that question for a bit, one clawed hand scratching at the base of one of their horns.

"Not really sure? Beyond like, doing the radio thing, learning from Alastor, and playing music, I don't have big overarching goals? I'm.... kind of content with that? Which is weird when you think about it, being content in Hell of all places but hey." They shrugged. "I'll take it."

Valera

"That might be for the best, honestly. But yeah, there's a pretty big flaw in Hell's design."

They shrug. "Humans can adapt to just about anything. That's your claim to fame. Give them eternity and they'll build civilizations, like they did on Earth, and like they did in Hell. Mediocre food? You get used to it."

Kyxs

Kyxs laughed. "Don't let Alastor hear you calling Earth food mediocre, he'll take that as a challenge."

He leaned back, tilting his head to stair up at the ceiling. "Kinda makes you wonder how Hell's supposed to be a punishment when it seems like more of the same. Maybe that _is_ the punishment? You think it's gonna be a change, but it's not. I dunno, I can't claim to know what God was thinking when he came up with it."

Valera

"Alastor can take it as a challenge, I've rarely had food from Earth that actually tasted good. It's not made for a Veci tongue to enjoy. If he thinks he can do better than all the other attempts, let him!" A snort, and then they shrug.

"I can't say much for your God, but they never struck me as the creative sort. Or as all knowing as they act. It's kind of embarrassing, like a kid who made a mess and then tries to hide it." They pause, raising an eyebrow. "Though of course, I get to say that because I'm an alien with gods I can punch in the face. Yours seems a bit loftier."

Kyxs

"Yeah, loftier." He rolled his eyes. "He's an asshole. Thought so when I was alive and still think so now. His sons aren't much better, any of em. Though," He giggles, "It does make me laugh that the family who where the biggest bible thumpers are the ones in Hell with me, the heathen, now."

Valera

Well that earns him a quizzical look. "What does that mean? What family?"

Kyxs

Kyxs winced a little and glanced away. "_My_ family. My uh brother and father. Huge Christian bible thumpers and yet," He giggled again. "They're both in Hell now too. Looks like all their hypocrisy got the best of them."

Valera

They scrunch their face like they just sucked a lemon, sinking further into their blanket. "Gods, I forget that people having families is *normal*. Sounds like yours wasn't great though. I take it you were responsible for their surprise entrances to Hell?"

Kyxs

"Yeah. Said earlier that I killed em, but yeah. Knife to the neck for dear old dad and just a bunch of stabs to the chest for big brother." His face also scrunched. "Really had hoped that they'd been exterminated."

Valera

"Well sure, but I don't know how much family you have. Had. Have?" Squint. "Either way, good riddance. Next round, just throw them into the street yourself. You want a problem solved, do it yourself and all that!"

Kyxs

"Easier said than done, I don't know where they hole up for the exterminations, and I doubt they'd let me in so that I _could_ toss them out." He shrugged. "Just have to find some other way, I guess."

Valera

Valera scoffs, pointing a finger at Kyxs. "You have a lot to learn, kid. I hope Alastor teaches you how to properly track a target by next extermination. It's all about networking with people who want to be in your good graces."

A dismissive toss of the head, and the fish rises to their feet. "Speaking of family we hate, though, I should check on my *own* brother to make sure he hasn't said anything stupid to any of my guests. I'll see you later, Kyxs."

Kyxs

"I know how to track people, they just have some...powerful friends." He sighed. When Val got up, he nodded.

"Brothers are the worst. Alright, see ya later then, Val."

He gave a little wave as she left.

#((two today because I wasn’t able to upload one yesterday)) #extermination party palace #autokrates #usedhearts

[highly-opinionated-ramblings]

Kyon walked into the club room after school on a warm Monday afternoon to find Haruhi already there, sitting at the table, staring out the window, apparently lost in thought.

“Hey,” he said, and she jumped at the sound of his voice. “Where is everyone?”

“Oh...they’ll be here. Itsuki has class duty, and Yuki’s in the library returning a book. Mikuru just texted me saying she has an errand to run, but that she’ll be here.”

“Oh. Ok.” Thank god. The last thing he wanted is a whole afternoon spent alone with just Haruhi, especially when she was in this kind of mood.

He sat down across from her, and the two of them waited in silence for a few moments.

“Soooo, what’s on the agenda for today?”

“I dunno.”

“You don’t have any plans at all?”

“Not really...”

“What’s gotten into you? You’re not acting like yourself.”

“It’s nothing! Mind your own business!”

“Alright, jeez! I was just trying to be nice.”

Another few moments passed, during which Haruhi appeared to grow more and more agitated.

“I kissed Mikuru,” she eventually blurted out, apparently unable to contain it any more. “The other night, when I slept over at her place.”

Kyon froze, jaw hanging open. Had he...had he heard that right?

“Well?” Haruhi muttered, blushing furiously, but staring him down nonetheless. “Say something, will you?”

“What...do you want me to say...?”

“I don’t know! Just, something! Anything!”

“Well, tough, because I don’t have anything to say!”

“Oh, come on. We both know that’s not true. I know you like her.”

“Oh. Well. Yeah, I...I do.”

There was an awkward pause. Haruhi put her hands over her face and shook her head. Kyon swallowed hard, past the weird lump forming in his throat.

“W-what...what was it like?”

Haruhi lifted her head and turned to stare at him with a look that was a peculiar mix of confusion, relief, and disgust.

“That’s what you want to talk about? Seriously?”

“Well, not if you’re gonna be like that about it.”

“I swear to god, boys are the worst! The absolute worst! A plague upon socie-”

“Stop, stop!” Kyon interrupted, before she could speak any magic boy-be-gone scheme into existence. “Forget it, forget I asked.”

“Seriously. The worst.”

“I said forget it.”

“...It was...nice. Really warm.”

Kyon’s heart beat a little bit faster, in spite of himself, imagining Haruhi and Mikuru kissing. “Soft?”

“Oh yeah, definitely soft. And she smelled really good. Ugh, this is so embarrassing!”

“Sorry.”

“Making me say all this stuff out loud...I hope you’re happy now, you jerk.”

“Suzumiya...”

“Yeah? What?”

“It’s not just you, you know. I...I kissed Itsuki.”

“What?!”

“Or rather, he kissed me. But, like, I didn’t...stop him...”

“Oh my gooood, Kyon...”

Kyon shrugged irritably, his traitorous heart beating even faster at the memory of Itsuki’s lips on his. Haruhi was right, being a boy was the absolute worst.

“So?”

“So what?”

“So, what was it like?!”

“I don’t know! It was...wet.”

“Wet! Wet!”

“Because it was raining, you perv!”

“What the hell were you two doing?”

“Sharing an umbrella,” Kyon grumbled, face burning. “He forgot his, so I was walking him home.”

“Aw, how chivalrous. I’d have kissed you too.”

“Shut up!”

“You know, I’m actually a little bit jealous. Itsuki’s really handsome, in his own way.”

“I guess?”

“And Mikuru and Yuki are both really pretty. I get jealous of them, sometimes, too.”

Kyon frowned. “Suzumiya, you...you don’t think you’re pretty?”

“Not really. It doesn’t really bother me, though,” she lied, shrugging. Kyon could always tell when she was lying.

“I think you’re pretty,” he said. As long as he was digging his own grave, might as well make sure it was deep enough that he’d never be able to climb back out, right?

Haruhi blinked, surprised. “Oh. Uh...thanks. I think you’re...well, maybe not handsome-”

“Gee, thanks!”

“-but you’re smart! And funny, sometimes. And really reliable. And, if you wanted, I think...I think you’d have a decent shot. With Mikuru.”

“Oh...”

“Or Itsuki, I guess. Whoever you want.”

“It’s not like that...I mean...I just want all five of us to stay the way we are, when we’re together in club! You know what I mean?”

Suddenly there came a loud sound from outside their door, making both of them jump. Haruhi scrambled up and over to the door, Kyon following just behind her.

They threw open the club room door, to find the other members of their club outside in the hallway- Mikuru leaning back against the far wall, her face buried in her hands, Itsuki on the floor, hugging his knees up to his chest, hiding his face, and Yuki standing in the midst of it all, looking vaguely perplexed.

“What on earth is going on out here!”

“Mikuru and Itsuki insisted on letting the two of you finish your conversation,” Yuki explained, “but they got overwhelmed, because you were being too cute.”

“Too cute! Too cute! We’re not- we were not being cute!”

“Yes you were.”

“Not you too, Nagato...”

“Anyway, I share your sentiment, Kyon. I hope we will all always be happy together as a club.”

Itsuki made a strangled sound from the floor, and Mikuru’s shoulders shook, like she was trying to hold back a laugh, or a sob, or both.

Kyon threw his hands up in exasperation. “I hate all of you.”

“No you don’t,” Yuki said simply, walking past him into the club room. “Anyway. What shall we do today?”

#My writing #suzumiya haruhi no yuuutsu #POLY SOS BRIGADE RIGHTS #It's been a While since I read Haruhi Suzumiya so I'm sorry if this feels ridiculously ooc #I tried

[youreonlylow]

Pls Elia flirting awkward with Filippo for the first time until they uffially date . You are soooo good!

Thank you! I have taken it upon my self to fix this lack of Elippo content haha. I hope this is somewhat what you wanted but it took its own turn. Also, it got a little long sorry! I love getting requests so keep them coming!

They were at a party. They were standing in the kitchen. The Contrabbandieri. “I just don’t know how to. It seems different. It’s not like girls. They know what the outcome is no matter what you say. What if he just thinks I am being nice? Like what if he doesn’t realise what I am trying to do?” All these worries came flooding out of Elia. It was nothing new that Elia liked boys. Or the fact that he liked Fili. But Elia had never really tried going after guys. In all honestly, Marti’s coming out had pushed him to try. But he had no idea to go about it. For some reason, he did not think the infamous suitcase story would woo Fili as much as it did 16-year-old drunk girls. So here he was, getting flirting tips from the only people he could ask but admittedly also the worst people. But then something amazing happened. “Just take it over the top. Show him exactly what you mean. How desperate you are for him to notice you and your intentions.” They all turned to look at Nico. “Hey! I am not desperate for him. I just would much like his face on mine…” They all laughed. A little at him but it was okay. 

“What are we discussing?” A new voice quipped. Fili was there. Tension. Immediately. All the boys exchanged looks. Then Elia gave Marti a nod. “We were trying to teach Elia how to flirt with guys… because he has never done that before but frankly I don’t think we are the best group to consult…” Fili looked at Elia who suddenly found the label on his beer very fascinating. “So, boys, huh? That’s new.” Elia just nodded. He would very much like for the world to open up and swallow him whole right about now. “I was saying since he scared it won’t get picked up on due to the lack of heteronormativity he should just be very clear in his intentions and just show exactly how fucking desperate he is.” Nico grinned when Elia shot him a dirty look. “I. Am. Not. Desperate.” They all chuckled. “Well, it sure is good I came around, isn’t it. I can take in another mentee. You don’t mind, do you, Marti?” His question was aimed at Marti but his eyes didn’t leave Elia. Observing. Analyzing. “Nope. Not at all. Come on, guys. I think we have tried as much as we can. And I would like to go dance now. Come on.”

And then there were two. Alone. And Elia felt like his mouth was sewn shut. “So, guys, when did that happen?” Elia shrugged. But then it all came running. “It’s always been this way. It’s nothing new really. I just never did anything about it because, you know, and then Marti came out and it was all fine and I guess I just got more curious and maybe a bit more open about it and then I told the guys and obviously they were fine and Marti said he kinda knew and the rest were also fine. And now I am here. Feeling very embarrassed if you can’t tell by my rambling.” Elia inhaled deeply. Fili laughed. They were standing opposite each other, both leaning on the counter. Elia tried not to stare too much. But it was hard. The soft smile on his face. The piercing in his lip. The loose shirt unbuttoned just a bit so Elia could see the skin on his chest. Fili looked almost knowing and it made Elia burn. He knew how red his face was. 

“Well, do you know if this guy is even into guys?” Elia nodded. “Does he know about you?” Elia hesitated but nodded. “Then shouldn’t he kinda know what is happening? If he has that information?” Elia shrugged. “I am not sure. I just don’t know how to randomly just start a conversation with him.” Fili shrugged. “Do me.” Elia froze. What the hell. “You can practice with me. I’ll be whoever this guy is and I’ll tell if you did well or not.” Elia looked away. “I don’t know. Seems awkward.” “No, really, go ahead. It’s better to do it with me than the guy you actually are going for. Hopefully, this will help.” Oh god. He was really going to this, wasn’t he? Dammit. He had one card on his hand and there was no way he was telling the story. “Can’t you start. I’ll see what to then…” Elia tried. Fili nodded. “Okay. Well, if you are at a party like now, see if he is alone, then just go up to him and say hi. It doesn’t have to be complicated. You could always give him a compliment or something. Like, nice shirt. Something not too forward. And then hopefully he will actually respond with something useful that can start your convo. And then it’s all about body language. Turn towards him, actually pay attention. And as long as your tone of voice is flirty, a lot of mundane things will come across that way. Don’t worry. You’re a handsome guy, I am sure he will be into it.” Elia blushed. Fili stepped forward, leaving his beer behind. He placed a hand Elia’s shoulder. “It’ll be okay. It’s not that different from girls. And I know you can do that. Kinda,” Fili joked. 

A week later Elia still hadn’t made a move on Fili. It was too awkward now. How could he ever go “Oh, by the way, that guy was actually you so you basically told me how to flirt with you isn’t that just hilarious?” He dug himself a hole and it was deep. The boys thought it was hilarious. Elia did not. However, one good thing had come out of that night. Fili had given Elia his number. In case he ever needed it. Or wanted to thank him for helping him get laid. Elia had one again blushed at his comment. But Fili was part of their social group and it was hard to avoid him. He was at all the parties, more so than usual, which was just really annoying. And the guys would not let him forget. Not even when he found new people to go after. Girls, nonetheless, but he still noticed Fili wherever he was. So when Fili approached him as he was returning from the kitchen he was not surprised. “Did you give up on the guy? Or is he just in very convincing drag?” Fili joked. “Yeah, uhm, girls are easier I suppose. Less work. Less nerves.” Fili nodded. “So, you’re not hung up on that guy anymore then?” Elia shook his head. “Oh, couldn’t keep your interest, could he?” Fili prodded with a smirk. Elia shrugged. “Well, such a handsome guy like you has a lot of options, I am sure.” Vaguely uncomfortable. Either he was losing his mind or Fili’s tone of voice had changed. Was he flirting with him? He was alone when Fili approached him. He had complimented him. And he knew Elia liked guys. And he knew that Elia knew that Fili liked guys. Check, check, check. Oh my god. Elia was not ready for this. “Uhm…” Elia had no words. “Wanna go for a smoke?” Fili held up a joint. Elia nodded. 

The air outside was not cold. The summer nights were light and warm. But the light meant you couldn’t hide. And that terrified Elia. They sat down leaning against the balcony wall. They smoked and talked for a while until the conversation died out. Both because of the weed haze but also a sense of comfort had settled. Oh god. Elia knew this was a bad idea but the alcohol and weed gave him a false sense of what was appropriate and he couldn’t stop it. “It was you.” It hung in the air for a while and Elia almost thought he hadn’t said it out loud. “I knew. But watching you squirm was fun.” Asshole. But he laughed. They both did. Suddenly it seemed easy. The weed making them feel alone in the world. Just them. And Elia did it. He turned and Fili did too. He brought a hand up to Fili’s face. “Can I?” Fili nodded. He leaned in and they kissed. It was both everything he thought it would be and not at all. It was slow and lazy but a buried frenzy lied beneath it. The world disappeared. Elia felt his head spin and he could barely feel the reality around him. Nothing seemed real. But then a hand found his thigh and it squeezed. That was real. Time no longer felt real either. He had no idea how long this went on. But at one point they got up. They reentered the house. The music drumming. Fili smiled at him. It was alright. It wasn’t that different after all. Just right. 

The next day they met up for coffee. It was a little weird but somehow familiar. It felt safe and comfortable and new and daring. Elia gave that all to the amazing wonder that was Filippo Sava. 

#elippo #elia x filippo #elia santini #filippo sava #mine #fanfic #fic

[letsperaltiago]

If you don’t mind, I’ll walk the line |Jake x Amy|

I Love You-prompt request #42: Is this okay? 

Requested by @phxntom-pain! 

Look, I’m a sucker for pining pre-relationship Peraltiago and also new-relatiosnhip Peraltiago, soooo here we go! Hope you like it! 

Also this isn’t proof read yet, so sorry in advance for typos and other mishaps!

Word count: 2.5K

It’s all the little things he has to get used to. All the thoughts, words and gestures he had to hold back before; he’s now actually allowed to put them all into motion. Yet, it’s still new and he still somewhat feels uncertain. Mostly because he finds it hard to know where to start and where to stop. The last thing he wants to do is to cross the line. Amy Santiago is too damn important for that.

They’ve only been dating - considering the evening where they finally said “screw light and breezy” as the actual starting point - for a bit over a week. It’s still brand new. And though Jake absolutely loves it, already considering it the best thing that has ever happened to him, it also manages to keep him on his toes. Not to say that he doesn’t feel comfortable around Amy. On the contrary: he’s sometimes afraid that he feels too comfortable around her. It’s only been a week, right? That exact thought strikes him a lot; more than he’d like it to. Guess Sophia did leave some scarring, though he hated to admit it. The last thing he wanted to was to compare them, but he also knew very well that Amy and Sophia were nothing alike. Yet he couldn’t help but hear Sophia’s haunting words from their last day together, whenever he felt like bursting with love in front of his new girlfriend.

“I just don’t think I accidentally love you back…”

Honestly he hadn’t thought three months with Sophia had been too soon, but her reacting the way she to his three accidental confessions of love did affect him. Jake wasn’t stupid though. He also knew very well, looking past what happened with Sophia, that one week was way too soon for an “I love you”. But man, did he feel like exploding every time Amy was within his sight. A zoo had moved into Jake’s stomach. Exactly, not just butterflies. Amy Santiago made him feel the whole damn Bronx zoo. Today was no exception. Tuesday. 10 days after agreeing to screw ‘light and breezy’. Yes, Jake kept count of the days and if the whole world wouldn’t judge him for it, he’d throw him and Amy a 10 day anniversary-party. Then again, Jake had a filter a knew that he’d have to wait for them to cross the one month-mark. At the very least.

Anyways, it was Tuesday and time for lunch. The squad had decided to get some food from the Chinese take-away place down the street from the precinct. Being the good friend that she is - also in need of fresh air and more steps for her pedometer -  Amy had quickly offered to pick it up and save the delivery expenses.

“The delivery is only a couple of bucks, Santiago. Don’t worry about it,” the sarge had gently brushed off her offer.  

“I want to though. It’s just a few blocks and I could use a brisk walk.” She had already picked up her coat, and put her hair in a signature ponytail in order to keep it intact in case the weather outside was windy. Always prepared Santiago-style.

“Just let her go, Sarge. It’ll make her day,” Rosa added without looking up from where she was currently stirring milk into her fresh cup of coffee. Amy smiled widely at the sound of her friend’s comment, lowkey enjoying the support though she also knew the curly-haired detective’s comment contained a certain amount of mocking.

Enhancing his already huge muscles, their sergeant shrugged in defeat before dealing the number and placing the phone to his ear. He wasn’t getting anywhere with this. “Sure… Go ahead, Santiago.”

“Awesome! See you in a bit,” and with that said, Amy rushed out the break-room and through the busy bullpen before suddenly bumping into a firm chest, as she was too busy wrapping her scarf around her neck.

“Wow there!” The chest uttered.

“Oh, sorry! I wasn’t-“ she looked up to meet a couple of familiar brown eyes. Her before nervous o-shaped lips suddenly transitioned into a calm smile.

“Should I be worried that you’re fleeing the place as soon as I step in? Also… A scarf?” Jake squinted his eyes at his girlfriend’s (his girlfriend!!!) choice of outwear, adding a teasing smile for the sake of it.

He hadn’t expected anything else, so of course he got a pair of rolling eyes back, Those were also attached to a smile, of course. “Mock me if you will, but we’re in October and the weather is unpredictable.”

“Just admit that you’re constantly cold, Santiago.”

This little comment showed that he actually knew her a lot better than most people - including herself - thought and it caused blood a rush of blood to her cheeks. Befor she could even think of objecting, she was nervously tugging a strand of hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear. Jake could only stand and look, fighting the urge to pull her in for a kiss right then and there in front of the entire buzzing bullpen. A  cough of his broke the tension, saving them both from further yearning and problems with HR.

“Anyhow… Where are you even going? Isn’t it time for lunch?”

“Oh, I’m going to grab lunch for everyone,” she suddenly remembered how they’d ended up here in the first place, both still standing by the bullpen’s gate. Something immediately clicked in Jake’s brain. Though he’d been outside since the early hours, chasing some idiot perp who thought he could get away with robbing a delhi, he was willing to take another walk if it meant spending time with Amy.

“Care for some good-looking company?”

The fact that this question followed her statement without hesitance only made Amy’s heart pound faster for the man. There was honestly no one else she’d rather spend time with than him, and the fact that he felt that way too was very soothing to Amy. Dating and dealing with anxiety hadn’t always been a easy cocktail to drink, but Jake made it easier. So far so good, right?

“Sure,” she sent him a warm smile, automatically reaching for his hand but soon enough clenching her fist and diverting it. Professionalism was key and they were still very much inside the precinct.

15 minutes later, the two detectives were waiting in line for their order. Apparently, the rest of the precinct and half of Brooklyn had had the same exact  idea for lunch. The Chinese eatery was buzzing like a fairground, and both Jake and Amy could recognise at least a dozen of faces from around the city: colleagues from their own and neighbour precincts, old suspects and other random acquaintances.  

“Damn, what is up with Brooklyn today?” Jake frowned as they got into the back of the line.

“Payday was yesterday,” Amy stated matter of a factly, checking her phone for the order number that the sergeant had texted her.

“Ah, yes. Makes sense, ‘cause there’s no way in hell Anderson from PR can afford both Chinese for lunch and the new Dragon Quest Heroes-game…” After a few seconds of silence that’s when he realised the other detective was no longer looking at her phone, but instead him and this time with a confused frown.

“Okay, I had to drop by PR to see Holt and while I was waiting for him, I got in real deep with Anderson. Don’t judge!”

They took a few steps forward, feeling people joining the line behind them as Amy let him off the hook with a smile and a shake of the head. A comfortable silence between fell over the two, momentarily shielding them from the noise around them. The shorter of the two, whose scarf had blown into a messy ,’hanging on for dear life’-type of positions around her neck, suddenly started fidgeting with the long piece of black material. Still very much caught in this bubble, where only the two of them existed, Jake stared mesmerisingly as the black-haired got her hands all caught up. There was something so stupidly capturing and naturally beautiful about her - even as her eyes shot daggers at her scarf and nose scrunched with displeasure. Small grunts anf sighs escaped her tightly sealed lipped as to keep herself from cursing, which Jake knew she definitely could though she wasn’t proud of it.

Then, without even thinking like it was a deeply rooted instinct within himself, he took a step closer to her and grabbed the two ends of her scarf. She froze at his sudden closeness, just momentarily, before letting go of the tricky ends and tilting her head upwards to look at him. Currently busy fixing her scarf for her, he wasn’t looking directly at her face, but she was definitely looking at him. He could feel it. Right then and there he wished fixing a scarf was harder, just so he had an excuse to stand this close to her for a bit longer, but his hands eventually stopped moving when he realised he’d succeeded the task. No matter how unnatural or weird it might’ve seemed to the bystanders in line, he couldn’t get himself to let go of the fabric around her neck.  So he just stood there, holding onto the two ends with his hands as he finally replaced his vision to look straight back at her.

Like gravity he slowly started to pull her in closer by the scarf, slowly ducking his head to reach her few inches shorter height. Though they were very close by then as Amy just let him use her scarf to draw her in, Jake still had a pretty good sight of her face and he could tell that her eyes were wandering. They weren’t focused, itching for him like his was for her, but looked rather… anxious. This very small act, though probably unconscious on her part, drew him out of the moment and caused him to freeze nose tip to nose tip with his partner. It was all it took to pause his instincts and get him way too deep into his head.

It took him back to a few months prior, when he was with Sophia, and reminded him of how any kind of PDA was a no-no with her. He somewhat understood and agreed, since they professionally speak were enemies, but it still hurt. Every time he wanted to kiss her or even just grab her hand at or anywhere near the courthouse or her office, he’d have to stop himself. He couldn’t help but consider that maybe he was just the one who was a bit too all over the place with his feelings, and women actually didn’t like this kind of stuff. Maybe it was just better to keep feelings and the public space as separate things. Amy wasn’t his object to prance around with, even if he simply did it out of care and envy. It was not like actually cared whether or not people saw them. Sometimes he just craved her attention; her touch - just to make sure that she was indeed real and no longer a dream,

He swallowed, silently but prominently, as if to prepare himself for a crash and burn. Their noses were still pressed against one another; his hands were still keeping her close by the scarf and her eyes were still wandering around his face.

“Is this… okay?” She couldn’t help but notice how his breath hitched as he said it.

A huge frown immediately crept onto her beautiful face and it felt like a kick to the gut. “What do you mean?”

“This.” He pulled back, causing bridge of her nose suddenly feeling empty, to look into her eyes with grave sincerity which honestly almost scared Amy a bit. “Like, I know we’re out in public, but I wasn’t thinking straight and I just-” he took another deep breath, having run out of air. “I think I just, even unconsciously, want to like… Hold you and hug you and kiss you all the time. But I know it’s also kinda inappropriate-“

“Peralta. Shut up,” she giggled amusingly, shaking her head at him as she grabbed the sides of his open leather jacket to pull him into a kiss. Keeping in mind that they were in the midst of a few dozens of people, Amy allowed her lips to gently dance across his, letting him know that they were more than okay. Unable to grab her scarf, since her hands were in the way, he quickly found an alternative in putting his hands on her hips to pull her in close. The kiss had an entire firework factory explode in his stomach, still not understanding both why he had the coolest girlfriend or how she was actually her girlfriend. Though still pressed against hers, his lips spread into a wide grin and he could feel hers smile back; which without a doubt was the best feeling in the entire world. No doubt. So into it that the world disappeared, he barely notice her lips leaving his, when she slightly drew her head back to look him in the eyes.

“I know us being colleagues is a matter that we need to be careful about, but when we’re not back at the precinct or out on duty, then don’t…” She paused, running her tongue across her upper lip in thought and almost killing Jake, before continuing. “Don’t worry about it. It’s just me, okay?” Her right hand let go of the zipper on his jacket, only to slide up his collarbone, neck and ending on his cheek. She smiled and immediately reassured him. “Do whatever you’d done with any other girlfriend. Grab my hand, play with my hair, kiss me in line for Chinese take away in front of random people… It’s okay.”

A heavy, calm sigh escaped his body. “I just didn’t want to do it, just because I’m such a damn smitten fool, if you felt weird about it. I guess I’m still high on this whole us-thing.”

“You think I’m not? God, Jake. The only reason why I rarely do anything PDA-ish or sometimes look nervous when you initiate some is because… I can’t believe it’s you, you know? I can’t believe that I can do all these stupid, cute things to you without it being weird or wrong. And I can’t believe that I’m the girl that you can do all these stupid, cute things to. Doesn’t mean it’s not okay… Okay?”

“Okay,” he smiled, feeling like a heavy burden was lifted from his shoulders. The line moved, so they eventually had to let go of each other and go along with it. She felt him grab her hand, intertwining their fingers and couldn’t help but smile to herself. It’s stupid how such a small gesture could make her feel so giddy. Next thing she knew, he ducked his head to reach her ear’s level.

“Expect a lot of me smacking your butt and calling you sickly cute names from now on, Santiago. This is boyfriend-Jake and you’re getting the full experience from now on.”

“Jake…”

#I love you x Peraltiago #Jake x Amy #Peraltiago #Jake and Amy #Brooklyn Nine nine #Brooklyn 99 #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Prompt

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Can you write an imagine where you and Justin Foley go to the dance together and then spend the night at your house?

Before starting, I just wanted to apologize for taking soooo long to update it. I’ve been with exams until just a week ago. Anyways, I think I got a bit carried away with the story and it has a lot more drama that it was intended to have in the first place, but yeah, hope you like it.

“Oh sweetheart. Are you sure you’re not going?”“No mom.”“But you looked so gorgeous in that dress… It really is a pity.”“I know mom, but I really don’t feel like going anymore.”“Okay… Call me if you need anything, honey, I’ll be downstairs.” She kisses her forehead before getting up and leaving, closing the door behind her. (y/n) sighed, rolling over her side as she buried her face in her fluffy pillow.It was the day of the dance. A really important day to many, including (y/n). She was going with her boyfriend, and she couldn’t be more excited. That was until a few hours ago. She had to go back to the lockers room since she had forgotten something, and that’s when she saw it. Her boyfriend, making out with some girl in the back of the room. He was cheating on her. Who knows for how long. She kept it together for the rest of the classes, but when she got home she totally lost it. Going to the dance no longer seemed so appealing. Why go anyways? She’d only get laughed at for being such a fool and not noticing what her boyfriend was doing.She remembered she hadn’t even talked to him about it yet. He’d arrive at her house like nothing happened, and she didn’t feel like seeing him, so she just messaged him.‘We’re done.’ Those were her only words, and she hoped to get her message across just with that. (y/n) waited for him to read it, and right then blocked him. The last thing she needed was to see his lame excuses. Half an hour later the front door’s bell rang. (y/n) was about to yell to her mom not to open, but she was too late.“I don’t wanna see him.” She shouted from her room.“But honey, it’s Justin.”'Justin? What is he doing here?’ She wondered, and as she thought this there was a knock on her door.“Come in.” She grumbled, and Justin came into view. (y/n) hid her face in the pillow, since she didn’t want him to see her stained cheeks, but he still managed to see it.“(y/n)… I heard what happened with-”“How do you know about that?” She asked, cutting him harshly.“He was barging about it right after he received that message from you. Didn’t look like he cared too much though.”“Already supposed his reaction wouldn’t be too great.”“He didn’t say much… Why did it happen? You seemed happy with him.”“I don’t wanna talk about it…” She felt her nose itching again, something that happened whenever she was about to cry. Justin knew that well, so he simply sat beside her, engulfing her in his arms.“You know what you need right now? Some distraction, and I think the dance would be great for that.” He whispered as he drew circles on her back to soothe her.“I don’t know, I… I feel like it’s only gonna make things worse.”“Why though? I’ll be with you the whole time, and if him or any of his friends dare to come just the slightest distance near you I’ll make sure they don’t.”(y/n) giggled at Justin’s over-protectiveness. He was always like this in this type of situations. And he was also the kind of person who didn’t change their mind easily.“Do you want me to go that badly?”“Yes! C'mon, it’ll be fun.”“Fine. But I have to get dressed and all…”“No worries, I’ll just wait.”(y/n) rolled her eyes in annoyance, giving in to Justin’s request, as she got up to get her dress and put it on. It took her a while to get ready, and by the time she came back Justin was lying on her bed with his eyes closed.“Wake up sleeping beauty.”“I wasn’t asleep.” I mumbled before he lazily opened his eyes. Right when he saw (y/n) he froze, mesmerised.“Do I look that bad?” (y/n) asked upon seeing his expression.“No… You look way too good.”(y/n) blushed, murmuring a 'thank you’. “Let’s go now. I didn’t make all this effort for nothing. Wait” She stopped midway through the sentence, thinking about something. “How are we going there?”“By car obviously. I’ll take you.”“Last time I checked you didn’t have a car.”“Yeah… That hasn’t changed.” Justin admitted ashamed.“Fine, you can use mine.”Justin’s eyes lit up, as she handed him the car’s keys and he run outside excited.                   *time skip* The dance had already started by the time they arrived to the high school. A mix of blue light and music escaped through the open doors, and the outside of the building was decorated. There were some students scattered outside, completely opposite to the mass of bodies that crowded the gym.(y/n) advanced reluctantly, thinking about what could happen if she saw her boyfriend, now ex, or any of his friends. Justin noticed and reached out for her hand, holding it tightly and giving her a reassuring smile.“How’s it going?” Shouted Zach, wanting to be heard with all the loud noise as he approached them. “Hey (y/n). Thought you weren’t coming. Heard some say that.”“This boy here kinda dragged me.” She said nudging Justin.“Good thing he did, you’d be missing one hell of a party. I’ll be going now, just remember the drinks are over there. Might look the same, but the left one has a little extra.” He winked as he said this, and just as he had arrived he left, disappearing in the sea of dancing students.The first destination were the drinks. Justin grabbed two glasses, filling his with the liquid contained in the left jar.“What you choosing ma'am?”“Left.”“Getting risky today, aren’t we?”Usually she wouldn’t drink alcohol, it wasn’t her thing. But that day all she wanted was to forget. And isn’t it said that alcohol helps with that? She took a sip, scrunching her nose as she drank. It didn’t taste too good. Truth said, once you got used to it, and she definitely did, it got better.They sat by the bleachers for a while, both slightly tipsy, but that only made their conversation even more weird and funny. A few more glasses finished and they had lost any kind of sense of time. It could’ve been only minutes or hours. Not that it mattered, (y/n) was having the time of her life.“Let’s dance!” Justin suggested after a while.“Noo… I’m really bad.”“C'mon, why come to a dance if you don’t dance?”“Can’t argue your logic.”He stumbled a bit as he got up, making (y/n) giggle, and he then proceeded to do a reverence, holding his hand out for her to take. She did and they walked, not without tripping a few times, to the centre of the dance floor. They shyly swayed to the music at first, but the drinks in their bodies easily put them in the mood, as they followed the rhythm of song after song. Whether it was because of each other’s company or just the atmosphere of the party, they were both able to forget any problem they had.But of course nothing lasts for long.(y/n) heard her name being called. At first she wasn’t sure if it was for her, but in no time she recognised who was calling her. Regardless of how drunk they were, she could tell who it was easily. She didn’t want to look. She didn’t want to face him. But she figured that if she took longer he’d only shout louder in order to get her attention, and she didn’t want to make a scene. “Yeah, look at me you slut!” He spit out once she dared to turn. “Real nice of ya! Leavin’ me through fuckin’ text. The fuck did I even do to ya?!”She gulped, her voice sounding more scared than she intended it to be. “I saw you, in the locker room… can’t remember with whom, but I saw it.”“And what?”“What do you even mean with that? Do you expect me to stay with you after cheating on me?!”“But ya not dumping me ‘cause of that. Ya doin’ it to be with that dickhead.” He pointed to Justin as he walked closer to him. Last thing needed was a fight, and thankfully (y/n) was able to hold Justin back.“Fuck off. Haven’t you heard her? (y/n) doesn’t want to be with you. You fucked up good, so just accept it.”“You ain’t tellin’ me what to do.”“Justin, let’s leave. There’s no point in arguing with him, he’s too much of an idiot to get it.” She wanted nothing more than to be out of there. They walked out, as her ex continued calling them names, which were soon drowned by the noise.It was shockingly quiet outside. (y/n)’s heart was pounding fast, as she made her way to her car.“We’ve both been drinking, should we not be driving?” Spoke the logical side of Justin.“I can drive. Trust me, I’m pretty sober by now.” Without a doubt she was. After the striking events from the night, any alcohol in her had magically disappeared. 

The drive down to her place was awkwardly quiet. Neither of them had too much of an idea of what to say. Regardless of that, (y/n) was able to decipher by Justin’s look that he didn’t feel like going to his own house. A sly smile appeared on his features the moment he saw how (y/n) pulled up at the driveway of her home. At first, they walked in carefully, trying not to make any sound in case her parents were already asleep, but that soon ended by the time they reached the kitchen and they saw a note which said that they had gone out.“You want anything?” (y/n) finally said as she opened the fridge, looking for something to drink. “Nah, I’m good.” Another awkward silence followed. So much was going through (y/n)’s mind that she was completely unable to form any coherent sentence.“I’m sorry for what happened.” Were Justin’s words after some long minutes.“It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault. I should’ve imagined that would happen if a went to the dance. Let’s not talk more about it though, I don’t want to think about him.”Justin nodded. “How about we watch a movie? To get your mind off all of it." "Yeah… I’ll go change then, you can choose whichever you like.”Mixed emotions raced through her as she laid on her bed, trying her hardest to settle them down. Relief began to stand out over her other feelings. She had faced him, and at least now she could begin to forget him. She remembered Justin was waiting for her downstairs and she got back up with recovered energies, grabbing a blanket as she headed back to the lounge.

All the lights had been turned off, and the tv was now the only source of light, illuminating the room. A bowl with crisps had been placed in the table, together with some drinks, and Justin was already sat in the couch, waiting for her. (y/n) smiled upon seeing this, as she curled up next to Justin and covered both of them with the blanket. The movie started, and she snuggled closer to Justin, enjoying the warmth and how safe she felt with his arms around her. “It hasn’t been such a bad night after all.” She said halfway through the movie. “I mean, I’m having the best time now.”“Yeah, me too.” Justin looked down to gaze at her. He couldn’t help but smile, seeing her with so much joy and tranquillity. Unlike (y/n), Justin was still drunk. He might have been staring at her for a solid ten minutes, until a sudden outburst of courage let him place a hand on her cheek, making her turn to face him, and lean in to kiss her. It took (y/n) by surprise, and there was no reaction from her. This probably made Justin aware of his actions, as he pulled back flustered. Regret washed over him as he realized what he had done. His drunk state had let him do something he had long time dreamed of doing, but had never had the courage to. “I-i’m so s-sorry I…” He stuttered, not knowing how to solve the situation. (y/n) didn’t know what to answer either, so she went with the classical plan of leaning in again, taking the initiative this time and kissing him. This time there was a reaction from Justin, as he kissed back with as much love and passion as he could, hoping (y/n) would feel it. And she did, as she was smiling and giggling the moment they pulled apart. She pecked his lips again before returning to their previous position, her head leaned against his chest and his arms secured tightly around her small frame. Not that they payed attention to the movie now, since they were both too busy thinking about each other, with a childish grin plastered on their features.

#13 reasons why #13rw #13rw fanfiction #13rw imagine #13rw oneshot #Justin Foley #justin foley fanfic #justin foley one shot #justin foley imagine #zach dempsey #fluff #hannah baker #clay jensen #Alex Standall #brendon flynn

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Lafayette’s Birthday Relief

This is pure sm*t. Nothing but sm*t. Jamilton sm*t tbh.

Anyway, I’d like to dedicate this 2.5k word filth to @jamilton-central  @hvmiltoon and @ the rest of the Jamilton parents from the weird, estranged aunt that lurks in a log in the woods somewhere.

Don’t have a beta soooo whoops.

It was Lafayette's birthday, and of course, the man chooses the most immature place to go for the party. Clubbing. Weren't they a little old for that now? They were what, all about twenty-five to thirty-one, with Thomas being the oldest?

And because Lafayette had horrible tastes in friends--outside of himself, of course--he had to be civil with Alex. Alex, who managed to pull off the over-tired, hasn't slept in days but has suddenly figured out how to dress look and make it all look mouthwatering. Seriously. Thomas had subtly taken in the tight, black jeans and even tighter, green shirt. And sure, he knew the guy was on the leaner side and attractive, but holy shit; his jeans left almost nothing to the imagination. His friend Laurens was dressed in much the same way. Thomas had to force himself to look anywhere but at Alex, which made pretending to be civil a little easier. If they pretended that the other didn't exist, then they didn't have to interact, which kept the peace for their friend's sake.

Things didn't change until Lafayette dragged him out to the dance floor with him, and Alex wound up dancing with Mulligan. They were being a little more on the silly side with how they were dancing, and Thomas was sure that they were being idiots when he saw Mulligan hand Alex a small bottle. He watched as Alex frowned at it, opened it up, and squeezed a little onto his hands. Thomas half expected it to be lube. What he was not expecting, was for Alex to throw his head back and laugh before rubbing the substance over his shoulders, collar bones, and neck. The lights were moving this way and that, flashing with the beat of the music, and it was the flashing lights that revealed to Thomas what it was. Body glitter. Alex was actually putting on body glitter.

Rolling his eyes, he made sure to return his focus onto Lafayette but found that he wound up with someone different grinding on him. When did that happen? He continued to dance with them if only as a distraction from the other idiots at Lafayette's birthday. Or, well, distract him from Alex, who had switched partners with some girl grinding on him. The younger man seemed to be enjoying himself, although the woman looked even more pleased.

Thomas filtered through partners every other song--or maybe more often; he didn't care--until he and Alex wound up together. Neither moved as they stared the other down, both surprised, but also resigning themselves to their fate; everyone else was already with someone at the moment, and they didn't know where their friends were.

Slightly buzzed, Thomas thought to himself; that's why he couldn't stop staring at Alex and letting his eyes do a down-up over Alex's form--and why he thought the man looked so delicious. It was a lie, as he'd hardly touched his drink before Lafayette tugged him out to dance.

After a few awkward seconds, Alex got a gleam in his eyes, one that Thomas recognized from their arguments. Alex was about to try and outdo him in something; they were both so competitive that they couldn't even avoid this shit outside of the office. So what was he up to? Thomas narrowed his eyes, ready to ask him, but Alex interrupted him by stepping closer and throwing his arms around Thomas' neck. A breath, a pause, and then Alex was smirking as he began to dance.

Oh. Now he knew what he was up to.

Smug in the knowledge that he could win this, Thomas gripped Alex's hips and guided him through the motions, a push and tug, slow but hard. They moved to their own beat, music forgotten for a moment as they shot each other a challenging smirk. Alex tried to up it by sliding his hands down Thomas' shoulders, squeezing his well-toned arms with an appreciative raise of his brows, and then back up to slide down his chest. It was a test, nothing more than dipping a toe in the water to see how cold it was. Like hell was Thomas going to start small.

With a grin, teeth showing, Thomas slid his hands back and down to slip into Alex's back pockets, squeezing his ass and pushing them closer together for each pass. He felt the puff of air against his neck from Alex's surprise and then arousal. Thomas kept the pace slow, a tease to torment Alex, who was always in a rush everywhere he went and with everything he did.

The next move was Alex leaning in and mouthing at Thomas' throat, his tongue making a delicate swipe over a bead of sweat. He caught a whiff of Alex's shampoo and glittery lotion and almost sighed at the warm scent, mingling sweetly with Alex's sweat. His hands found Thomas' belt loops and helped pull their hips together, the clothed friction almost uncomfortable. Teeth nipped at his ear before gently scraping down his neck again to latch onto a spot and suck. The little shit was trying to mark him. Was it even low enough to hide? Probably not, knowing the smaller male.

Thomas removed one hand and gripped Alex's face to pull him away from the marks he was trying to leave; his grip was not too tight, but it was definitely not gentle either. He shot him a glare, which was only met with a smirk and a hungry glance to Thomas' lips. Thomas figured out what his next step would be. With a frustrated growl, he leaned in and pulled Alex's face to him, kissing the man roughly. Teeth clicked before it settled into soft lips and tongues. To tease him again, Thomas thrust his tongue in and out twice, hinting at where else he could be doing that and felt Alex shiver against him when he moaned. Their eyes never closed, not completely; they were too keen on watching the other through heavy lids that couldn't hide the spike in lust and want and hunger in their gazes.

They had stopped dancing, focusing on making out instead, but Alex was the first to remember the challenge he'd silently issued, and pulled away, tugging at Thomas' bottom lip. They stood there, looking ready to devour the other like they were each other's first meal in weeks, months. Alex was the first to move, to spin and press his ass against Thomas' clothed cock, arms reaching back to wrap behind Thomas' neck. Never one to be outdone, even after the embarrassing moan that escaped him, Thomas placed one possessive hand on Alex's hip, while the other pressed against his lower belly to guide Alex's movements, just above where he knew the other was aching, where they both wanted his hand to stray. Thomas leaned in and pressed open mouth kisses down Alex's neck and shoulders, moving in on his throat when Alex tipped his head back for him. He could feel the man shaking against him, eyes closed tight and lips parted for each pant that escaped him.

"Thomas..." He could barely hear the man moan his name over the volume of the music, but he instantly smirked against Alex's throat. Thomas worked his way up to his ear, licking lightly around the shell of Alex's ear before sucking on his earlobe.

"I don't think I heard that, Alexander." He trailed down to suck on the spot behind his ear that, along with using his full name, nearly had Alex's legs buckling beneath him. Interesting. "Say it again, Alexander. Louder this time," he growled.

There it was. His name, with a drawn out 's' when Alex hissed at the teeth that bit harshly at his throat. It was followed by a moan and then the word 'fuck.' To reward him, Thomas lowered his hand to cover Alex's clothed cock, could feel the half hard member growing at his touch, at each bite and suck and groan against Alex's skin. He was pleased to feel Alex thrusting against the hand that covered him, and then back down on Thomas' swelling dick. Thomas tuned in to their surroundings, making sure that it was crowded enough that no one would notice what they were up to, and that they were moving in time with the music, or close to it. He adjusted their speed to slow down, which Alex wasn't happy about. Alex nudged him and huffed to let Thomas know that he wanted to go back to their original pace.

"Patience, Alexander." He was tempted to slow them down further, but Alex shuddered, hips twitching back against Thomas' out of time, and he figured that no, this was fine. His hand shifted against Alex, pressing down harder and shaping his hand to fit the smaller man. Pants, shudders, groans with Thomas' name on Alex's lips, and harder motions.

They didn't stop until Alex told him to stop, which smacked Thomas back to reality and what they were doing. The pair froze, waiting for the other to speak first.

"Thomas...if you keep going...I'm...I'm going to ruin...m-my clothes." Ah. That's why he sounded panicked.

Snorting, Thomas pressed a kiss to the side of Alex's jaw. "That might actually be an improvement to your wardrobe."

Alex automatically fired back with, "What would be an improvement to this outfit, would be if it was on your bedroom floor, asshole."

There was a beat of silence before Thomas lightly squeezed him through his pants. "And if I want you to finish right here? Right now? How long until I can make you sing again for me, Alexander?"

He felt more than he heard Alex breathing out a 'shit' and felt Alex twitch in his hand. Smug at the effect that had on him, Thomas squeezed his hip and pulled him close again, slowly but purposefully rubbing against Alex's dick and grinding against his ass in time to his motions. He had to tighten his hold on Alex when he felt his knees wobble.

"Thomas...fuck."

"Are you going to answer my question?" Thomas' hand slowed even more, and he heard a soft whine. "Answer, or you'll wait until I feel like letting you finish."

"I'm young. Give me a bit, and I should be fine. Just...fuck, don't stop." Alex tried to thrust against the hand, but Thomas held firm to prevent him from going anywhere. He rushed out, "Gotta give me your jacket when we leave to hide the mess."

"No, let them see. Let them know what a whore you've been in public." Thomas finally started to move faster, stroking Alex through his pants. He could hear the uncomfortable whines and feel the squirming from the discomfort of there being fabric between them. "I bet you're not wearing anything, are you? And I bet...oh, no, you're not wearing anything. And are you leaking, Alexander?" He stroked a single finger over the growing damp spot on Alex's jeans.

Alex whined out Thomas' name, turning his face to hide in Thomas' neck. He had to tighten his grip on the younger's hip to hold him up, and hope that the arms around his neck didn't let go. He felt every hot puff of air against his neck, shallow and gasping to fill his heaving chest. The breaths came faster, and it only took Thomas growling Alex's name and an order against his shoulder for the man to spend into his clothes with a whimper. He held still to let Alex ride it out at his own pace. When Alex was finished, he slumped against Thomas, boneless, and Thomas scrambled to catch him and hold him up until he could hold his weight again.

Thomas was still hard, but he wanted to wait until he got home with this little shit to do something more about it.

"I think this is the longest I've ever heard you shut up," he mumbled into Alex's ear. The man in his arms started giggling, actually giggling, and Thomas wouldn't admit that the shaking against his chest and the sound were endearing. It took another minute before Alex seemed to hold himself up on his own and pull away, turning to face Thomas.

"Are we still...?" Thomas took note of the anxious shifting from foot to foot and filed it away for later.

"Obviously. I still need to finish, and I want to hear you scream without music drowning you out." His smirk was lecherous, and he was pleased to see Alex blushing. "Or maybe I'll like the silence that follows more..."

Alex huffed and shot him a look, but before he could tell him off, Lafayette popped up beside them. "If you two are done being indecent..."

Both men blushed at that. Whoops.

"Um, well..." Alex couldn't get anything out passed that, and Thomas couldn't even do that much.

The Frenchman gave a dismissive wave and stepped to the side, "Go and do your...thing elsewhere. My gift tonight is never having to see that again."

The pair shared a look, still blushing, and Thomas tugged Alex away from the dancefloor and outside to his car.

"Wait, you're not drunk, are you?"

Thomas stopped when his door was halfway open. "I only had a few sips earlier. I'm fine. You?"

"Half a beer. Mulligan couldn't find his and decided that stealing mine was the answer to his problem." Thomas laughed at that, and the pair climbed into the car. So, neither were drunk, and they had actually done that earlier, and they were about to do it again at Thomas' place. Neither would admit the buzzing excitement, even if it was visibly noticeable in how they carried themselves.

"So, we're doing this?"

"I'm for it if you are."

Alex smirked, "I am in about twenty minutes." He wrinkled his nose then in distaste. "Although, I'll need to wash the first round off. It's already uncomfortable."

"I think two showers tonight will be fine."

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[mattyslittleworld]

Victory Lap

Gripping my skateboard while we walk up the steps of the Eltingville Train Station. Waiting for the train as I look over the small little town I grew up running after my dreams in. Coffee from the usual deli - only this time shits different. Way fucking different. Clothes the same. Company the same. But shits different. Were filming a little mini doc and were going from Bepas, taking the train to the ferry, then the ferry into Manhattan. Were out here. I haven't been back to this neighborhood, on this route, since we sold Bepas house. Im mad happy with my boys, but inside it definitely feels mad weird. The last time I was here I was dumped cold blooded, and all my friends said I was crazy and I found myself alone. On this route I wrote a lot of Setting Sail by BACK AND FORTH. Especially Little Bones. Staten Island imagery. Turnstiles, Princes Bay, etc. Forgot how beautiful the ferry is. Just sipping coffee and hanging out. I saw this little kid in a north face  - probably about 8 years old at most with his headphones in. Staring at the water on the deck outside next to us. I walked over to him and asked what he was listening to in his headphones. I noticed he was lost in it. Like I used to get. He said under his breathe, “beats”. That blew my fucking mind. This 8 year old kid WHO WAS BY HIMSELF MIND YOU is riding the ferry and listening to BEATS while he mumbles rhymes. I found that absolutely beautiful and SO complex. SOOOO complex. I told him I worked with Casanova and Albee Al and he started smiling and I told him to keep going and don't ever let anybody tell you shits impossible or stupid. Keep going and give this city we are staring at hell. What a trip. We got into the city and ended up in Times Square. We were burning the streets on skateboards bugging out yelling and having a great time. Out to dinner Colgan said Nipsey got shot 6 times and I froze. That man is my EVERYTHING. The self empowerment to get me up in the morning and shake off losses and the weight of the world comes from his message and music. While on top red step in the middle of Times Square, in the wind, Colgan yells from the bottom that he died from the gunshots. In that moment it felt like all of Times Square became silent and the world stopped turning. The weight of this - Jesus Christ. This changed the course of history and ill never forget that moment. We took the subway back downtown. Walking into the subway there was about 100 people and a man playing a Sax to a reggae ton beat. We walked with our heads hung cause of Nipsey in silence right into this crazy, community of ALL DIFFERENT CULTURES just dancing in the most majestic beautiful way in the subway. We sat there for an hour. It was so bitter sweet as nipseys soul hung over the city. Ill never be able to describe that feeling. It was a simple way the world showed me how people coming together can heal anything.

Yesterday on a run I get an invite to a private event Jesse Malin was holding on the Lower East Side. So again - I brought Rob and Colgan along. We didn't know what this really was - or who will be there, but we went out and im glad we did. What I appreciate the most about these two is on car rides, or walks, or just small talk in general, we talk about business. Trading business advice, or just maybe progression and financial support in general. My old friends used to sit in a Taco Bell parking lot and talking about other people. Now we talk about money. And how to make it. We park and walk up to the door and are greeted with access. I love this building and this place its so sick. The red vibe, the formal Gatsby - like attire and people who linger in the shadows. Cause everything is so dark. Jesse Malin is holding a private show, playing his whole new album plus the hits. I feel SOOOOO fortunate to be invited to this personally. Jakob Dylan is in attendance, Dude from Counting Crows is there. Jesse literally saved my life and pulled me out the mud. I feel like the luckiest punk in the tri state to be thought of. While the Saxaphones and trumpets are BLARING and everybody is dancing, I get a DM from a very very very famous rapper who got me through so much shit. Out of the blue. It says “Call me”. LITERALLY WHILE STARING AT JESSE MALIN. The inception and depths to this makes me want to cry. I am losing my mind. I exit the show im not even supposed to be at in the first place, to call this rapper who I feel like is just my ex girlfriend or somebody playing a joke on me, to call them. I feel like this is a joke. Boom its really him. He wants me to write him a song. Im outside this venue just freaking out internally. We say we’ll talk tomorrow more and get it done. I go back downstairs and enjoy the show. So amped - all three of us - we walk over to St. Marks to get dollar slices. Jesse is the king of NYC in his genre. This rapper is the new 50 Cent who is the king of NYC in HIS genre. How they both collided in that moment almost blew me into the stratosphere. So so grateful and humbled and just happy. All we wanted was dollar slices. We go cop them and just talk about how cool this is. After Colgan suggests we get Citi Bikes to ride around for a little bit. We buy 3 of them shits. As soon as we get on those bitches WE LIIIIIIITTTTTT. Burning through traffic!!!! Swerving and carving. Screaming in peoples faces. Throwing shit. We were fucking bandits on them shits!!!! We rode from St Marks all the way to Times Square. From Times Square all the way back down to the World Trade. World Trade all the way to Battery Park. Battery Park we just dropped the bikes and chilled in silence. Just feeling free and liberated. But not bum ass no job free. The type of free that youre on a life path confident free. I felt invincible. We rode by the water and the mansions. It was a movie. I was so inspiring to one day buy one of them. Wake up go to the kitchen on a Sunday see my family my wife my kids in the kitchen having breakfast, looking out the window drinking my coffee and seeing that view in the summer. Its possible. In this moment I realized we’re on our way and im so happy these fuck boys and fuck girls fucked all the way off because they're all dead beats still doing the same exact played out shit they were doing 4 years ago. From false toxic friendships like that ive learned how to treat people who come into my life now. EVEN IF THEY TALKING CRAZY who the fuck am I to know whats in their heart? To know their intentions? Always encourage and be there for them and to help AND TO KEEP THEIR BUSINESS BETWEEN YOU TWO AND NO ONE ELSE. Every single crazy thing I told my people who discouraged me - I did. But I don't do beef or negativity or issues or bad tension these days. So I wish all of them well, success, and good health. God speed. We went to see our old skate spots by battery park - I remember those days so well. Went up to the Brooklyn Banks and the guard said they'll be open by summer!!!! Skate city lets go!!! We rode all the way back to Ludlow St back to the car and stopped at a Mexican food truck to get burritos. We sat in literal New York city trash and ate them and they were so good. The Citi Bike Bell Bandits tore up the streets with burritos and bells private events dollar pizza soda and coffee. Again - another wonderful inspiring night in Manhattan with the bros. Cant wait for the summer. Cant wait for LIFE in general because my mind is blown and its proven to be full of endless opportunities if we apply the right energy. A 10 minute ride on Citi bikes turned into a 22 mile ride all over the fucking city full of laughs, shit talking, clowning, and beautiful inspiring energy accompanied by proper brotherhood and companionship. 115 collective shit. lets get it. lets sell out this pony show May 17th.