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packetofsuga · 3 years

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Kiss of Death - Corpse Fic

Prompt: “He’s a bad kisser”

Backstory: Y/N is a streamer and secretly dating Corpse, not even their friends know. Other than Dave, of course. They’re playing proximity chat among us with Valkyrae, Toast, Sykkuno, Pewdiepie, JackSepticeye, Pokimane, Ludwig, and Dave (boyinaband).

Genre: Fluff + humor

Content warning: Light swearing

Word Count: 1631

A/N: Okay. First of all, writing an author’s note really threw me back to my Wattpad days but, anyway. I just wanna say feel free to send little prompt requests in my ask box for fics. I won’t write smut, I know I have for kpop artists in the past and I may write smut again in the future but for now, it’s a hard no for all fics. I will write mainly for Corpse Husband, Valkyrae, BTS, and Dream Catcher. Possibly other YouTubers or kpop groups just ask and I’ll let you know! I also will write for some book fandoms, I can’t list all of them so again just ask, please. I’ll get to requests whenever I can so please be patient while waiting.

Until then please enjoy the random prompts I’ve found that I thought would be cute :)

Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction

You were playing among us with your friends and your boyfriend, as usual. The only difference was you were using the proximity chat mod which you had never done before. Because you guys were using that mod every time Corpse got imposter he was doing his “kiss of death” thing.

As you loaded into the game you saw the word crewmate pop up on your screen. Everyone started joking about being a crewmate or imposter and you chuckled to yourself. “I am just a crewmate doing crewmate things. I am doing keys, because I am just a crewmate.” You stated while walking over to the keys task, knowing that you don’t even have keys this round.

“Y/N’s faking keyyysss.” Poki called.

“She’s just reminding everyone to fake keys, guys, everyone fake keys right now,” Sean said, moving his character on top of yours in front of keys. The was a chorus of agreements as almost everyone did the same. Once that was done you split off from the group.

“Guys… I think it’s Poki, she didn’t fake keys.” You said to your chat, laughing to yourself. You went around doing your tasks. You came across Sykkuno in O2, “Hey Sykkuno, whatcha doing?”

He paused in the doorway of the tree room, “Oh! hi Y/N. I’m uh just doing my tasks.”

You cleared the trash shoot, “Oh yeah? Just a crewmate doing crewmate things?”

Sykkuno giggled, “Uh, yep. Just doing crewmate things. Hey, you- you wanna stand on this vent with me?”

You hesitated, knowing there’s absolutely no way for you to figure out if Sykkuno is just being himself or is actually the imposter, “I- You know what yes I would love to Sykkuno.” You walked into the tree room.

“Oh- really? That… Was very enthusiastic.” The two of you walked onto the vent by the tree, stacking on top of each other, “You’re not the imposter, right? You’re not gonna kill me.

“Oh, of course not, Sykkuno. I mean, you know, maybe.” You love making yourself look extra suspicious to him because that’s how he plays, “Here. I’ll click the spot where the kill button is and we’ll see what happens, okay?”

“Oh, Jesus-” He gasped.

You clicked the spot on the screen, “Hear me clicking?” You both laughed.

“Uh yeah I do, that means it can’t be you huh?” He said, “Here I’ll do it too.”

You yelped a little as the body reported screen came up, scaring you.

“I thought I just fucking died.” You said, trying to calm your breathing.

“Honestly, me too.” Sykkuno said, “There’s so many people dead.”

Poki reported the body and the screen showed that Toast, Sean, and Dave were dead, “So Rae and I just walked up on Toast’s body. And I don’t think it’s Rae, I’ve been with her for a good chunk of this round.”

“Soo it could be both of you.” You pointed out.

“Why are you susing me right now??” Poki exclaimed.

“You didn’t fake keys!” You yelled.

“She’s right!” Pewds yelled, remembering that from the beginning of the round, “What the fuck, Poki?”

Corpse laughed, “That’s a little sus Imane.”

Poki laughed, “I can’t believe I’m getting sussed cause I didn’t fake a task.”

“Anyways, I think it’s Rae and Poki. It definitely couldn’t have been Sykkuno, we were chilling on a vent.” You stated. Corpse hummed to himself.

Sykkuno vouched for you, “Yep that’s true. And we did a foolproof test so it’s not either of us.”

“What was the test?” Lud asked

“Well, we both clicked the kill button and neither of us are dead, so.” Sykkuno pointed out.

“You clicked the kill button?” Rae asked, “Wait, so you’re both imposters? You clearly can’t kill each other if you’re imposters.”

You sighed, “I don’t know why Sykkuno had to say it like that but we clicked where the kill button should’ve been and nothing happened. So it’s not us.”

“So there’s two pairs.” Corpse mused to himself.

Pewds brought his mic really close to his mouth, “Get ‘em out of here.”

You yelled over him, “Hold on hold on, it’s seven we can’t vote on seven. Kind of sus that you’re pushing to vote on seven.”

“I’m not sus you’re sus.” He declared.

“Let’s skip, I’m gonna stay with Sykkuno and protect him.” Lud announced as the ‘I voted’ sticker popped up next to his name. Everyone started voting to skip.

“If Ludwig dies it’s Sykkuno.” Pewds concluded as the timer ran out.

“What???” Sykkuno wailed. You quickly ran to go to Lab on your own, afraid of Rae and Poki.

Rae walked behind you into Lab, “ Ahhh- Hi please don’t kill me.”

“No no no I would never,” Rae said, making her voice sound sarcastic on purpose as you guys walked into decontamination. You started to scream dramatically.

“Heeeeeeelp. Heeeeellppp! She’s gonna kill me.” You pushed your character into the door to specimen, desperately waiting for it to open. Once it finally did you rushed down into specimen and she ran after you. You ran around specimen with her chasing after you.

“Stop running. Y/N. Y/N! Hey- Stop running!” She yelled after you.

“Nooooo.” Corpse walked into specimen from the bottom and stood off to the side watching the two of you, “Coooorpse, protect me.” You yelled. He moved his character between you and Rae.

“Yeah, uh, of course. I’ll protect you don’t worry.” He said. Rae stopped in front of him.

“I said I wasn’t gonna kill you Y/N.” She insisted.

You fake cried a little, “You didn’t say you couldn’t kill me though! Corpse, please. Wait-” You realized Corpse could 100% be the imposter right now, “Corpse… It’s not you is it?”

“No no, I’m gonna protect you.” He promised.

“....Does that mean it’s you but you’re gonna kill Rae to protect me?” You asked. They both laughed and Rae backed away from Corpse.

“She knows too much Corpse, she knows too much!” Rae yelled. You started to scream for help again and run around.

“Hey hey hey, relax.” Corpse said, following you. You ran towards bottom decontamination, getting stuck at the door again, “Don’t worry. Y/N, shhh. It’s okay, just-” He made a smooching noise and the kill animation popped up on your screen.

You let out a shriek. “I can’t believe- Well, hi chat.” You giggled and started reading the chat again, “‘You got a kiss from Corpse, how do you feel?’ He’s a really bad kisser, guys. I mean it, did you see that? He kissed me and then STABBED me. An awful kisser.” You shook your head. A body was reported and the meeting screen popped up. They discussed yours and Poki’s death Corpse and Rae vouching for each other and Lud and Sykkuno vouching for each other, leaving Pewds the only one without an alibi and got him voted out. The defeat scream popped up showing Rae and Corpse as the imposters.

Corpse POV

Before joining the lobby again he decided to read chat for a second and talk to his fans. “I’m sorry I can’t really look at chat that much while we’re doing this mod it’s just hard cause everyone can hear you, you know.” He read through the recent super-chats, thanking people as he went. He quickly scanned the rest of the chat. People were spamming that Y/N had called him a bad kisser, “Wait- she- Y/N said what??” He joined the lobby, “Y/N what the fuck?”

“What’d I do??” Y/N questioned.

“Did you really tell your chat I’m a bad kisser? Why are you lyyyying?”

“I-” The whole group started gasping and talking over each other, “I meant in the game! You- everyone shut up oh my god please-”

“Okay okay okay, let her talk guys. Try and talk your way out of this Y/N.” Corpse chuckled.

“Okay, before I get myself into a scandal. In-game, before you killed me, you gave me a little kiss. Then my chat was like how do you feel and I was like you know what, that was an awful kiss I died from it.”

“Ohhh, that makes sense.” Corpse said.

“Wait!” Rae interrupted, “What else would she have to go off of other than in-game?…” There was a long silence.

Corpse was the one to break the silence. “You know what, gamer bladder. Bathroom break.” Everyone laughed and reluctantly agreed.

Y/N POV

You tried to stay calm and talk to your chat about any other topic but your chat was going insane speculating about you and Corpse.

Corpse came into the room and you quickly held up one finger off-camera to tell him to wait a second.

“Uh, hold on just a second guys.” You muted your headphones and took them off. You started to work on turning your webcam off but he reached over and grabbed the arm of your chair, rolling it towards him.

You squealed, “Corpse! What are you doing?”

“I’m a bad kisser, huh? I’m a bad kisser?” He started peppering your face with kisses. You giggled. He planted his hands on the armrests of your chair, practically trapping you in place. He raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk plastered on his lips, “Hmm?”

You cupped his face and kissed him. He started to pull you closer to him but you pulled back, “No, you’re not a bad kisser, baby. You’re the best kisser.” He kissed you again and then went back to his filming room. You slid your chair back to your computer, pretending as if nothing happened. You put your headphones back on and scanned the chat. There were a couple of people being like we saw that hand but you ignored it and continued playing.

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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kacchan, kaacchan, kaachan

— “Your real fucking Kaa-chan is going to fuck your brains out and make sure that you can’t say that stupid fucking nickname to Bakugou without getting hard and remembering what I’m about to do to you, Deku,” you practically snarled into Izuku’s ear as you rut the silicone veined cock between his ready, supple cheeks. “Now, what’s my fucking name?”

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pairing: midoriya izuku x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, mommy kink, dom!reader, sub!izuku, pegging, jealous!reader, degradation, anal fingering, begging, crying, marking and biting, best friends(?) bkdk

word count: 6,520

a/n: I have transcended. im sorry, this is now my favorite fic. im... ohhh mama, I just froth at this idea so much, please if you aren’t so utterly disgusted by mommy kink or bkdk pray you read this. p l e a s e.

kinktober day 13 main kink: pegging | kinktober masterlist

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“I fucking hate them,” you growled, temples throbbing in your anger, fingers clutching your drink. “I’m going to kill Izuku and his stupid fucking Kacchan.”

You met Midoriya Izuku before high school. At the time, you had been a sweating, nervous middle schooler who was applying for Yuuei, who was sitting right next to him during the entrance exam. Despite the way your hands were shaking the entire time you were taking the test, and the way your stomach felt seconds from exiting your abdominal cavity and falling straight onto your lap, you smiled. You kept watching the green-haired boy next you continue to fanboy over the smallest of things.

Through this, you had also met Bakugou Katsuki. You had initially thought the two of them were friends, well with the rather weird nicknames they had for each other, and then the small disgruntled comment on not being able to work together with friends.

After being dismissed to go change out of your school uniforms, you had tapped on the green-haired boy. He was muttering a storm under his breath. He wasn’t much taller than you, and his green eyes were shot wide when you thanked him for making you less nervous. He didn’t say anything back to you, a red blush bright on his face as you wished him luck before racing off.

So on the first day of high school, on the fated orientation day, you had been surprised to see that Midoriya and Bakugou nearly fought. They weren’t friends, you quickly figured out, a small frown on your face as Aizawa-sensei dropped Bakugou from his capture weapon. It didn’t take much for you to become friends with the initially timid, but entirely confident Midoriya Izuku. The two of you were fast friends, and before long after watching countless times where Midoriya and Bakugou would be at each other's throats to only be okay within the next few hours.

It confused you entirely.

Eventually, one day on your way home together one night, you finally asked Midoriya.

Midoriya had frowned, his eyes looking out of the speeding window as he slowly explained his relationship with Bakugou to you. He explained that he and Bakugou were childhood friends, having first met when they were three years old. They had been good friends, best friends if it was possible to have one back then. Then, their quirks appeared, and Bakugou received endless praise and awe — it was a changing point in their relationship since Midoriya explained that he was a rare individual who only manifested his quirk within the last few years. So while Bakugou had never put him down for being quirkless, a single moment happened when they were about six years old, wandering in a gated woods area, and Midoriya went to see if Bakugou — who had fallen from a great height — was okay. From that moment on, something flipped inside Bakugou, and he lashed out. He smiled sadly, admitting without a lick of doubt that Bakugou was a jerk to him, a real asshole.

As if to save Bakugou from an ill opinion from you, Midoriya quickly imputed that Bakugou was still one of the lesser antagonizers he had in middle school and at the end of grade school. Most of his other classmates had been his bigger bullies. Still, because Bakugou was just different to both him and the school as a whole, the few times he antagonized Midoriya, it seemed to wave into ripples that turned into tsunami wave crashes. Midoriya had explained that he had gone too far in a single instance and that it still hurt thinking about it. He would like an apology from Bakugou but didn’t know how or if it would happen. After all, Bakugou hadn’t bullied or antagonized him at all for the last full year.

You had taken it all in, watching the small green-haired boy look both sad and determined as the metro pulled into your station.

“You still want to be friends with him, huh?” you asked, ignoring the people clambering out and in of the vehicle.

Midoriya had looked at you with wide eyes and his teeth bitten, swollen lips pressed into a flat line, his head dropping, “Is it weird that I do?”

Chuckling, you shook your head, moving to leave the metro, “A little, you guys definitely will have to put some work into it, but hey, as long as you know that he’s done you wrong before, I think you deserve to find out if you two can make it work again.”

That had happened at the end of your first month of school.

At the end of your second year of school, you had confessed your feelings to Midoriya Izuku, who thankfully, returned your feelings.

At the end of your third year of school, you had watched with bright eyes and a great smile as your boyfriend hugged his childhood friend Bakugou Katsuki as the graduation streamers and confetti still swirled in the air. You and your entire group of female friends, who for the past two years had been trying to get both boys to confess that they were best friends with each other, seemed to have succeeded. They had obviously been friends by the end of the first year; both boys have gotten to speak on their many different feelings and thoughts at the end of the first year. But it had taken seven girls, two more years, and a late-night discussion between you and Izuku for you to figure out that no matter what happened with his relationship with his Kacchan, he would be at peace with it. He had chased him for so long, for such crazy lengths and obstacles that the moment when they found peace, he had accepted it.

But you knew what would happen if you had gotten the ever so annoying, permanent tsundere of Bakugou Katsuki to admit where the lengths of their friendship were at currently. You had guessed correctly because Izuku was absolutely sobbing as Bakugou hugged him. It could have been an awkward moment between them. The two of them never touched one another unless it was because they were roughhousing, training, or assisting one another in the middle of a fight. But your heart warmed at the sight of your boyfriend, entirely built and tall as he was now, blushing as he still does, scarred fingers and arms holding his Kacchan tight, the happy tears on his face rushing down his cheeks as Bakugou seemed to be blinking up a storm.

You have succeeded.

Best friends, you squealed internally, grabbing the girls and walking away to take some photos together. You had finally gotten them to admit that they were best friends again.

It should have made you happy, and for a while, it did make you glad to know your loving boyfriend was over the moon happy to have this small detail confirmed with him, but two years post-graduation, it was straight up annoying and made you somewhat... livid.

It started when your classmates began to whisper about how strong you were to let Izuku and Bakugou be that close. Then reporters asked about how you felt about the Wonder Duo’s relationship outside of the field. Fans straight up saying that they liked them better than you and Izuku, fans asking if you felt lesser than Ground Zero in Pro Hero Deku’s life. At first, you had always expressed your truths, you didn’t care what others thought because you knew the truth, but they must have been annoying you for so damn long that you were beginning to feel doubtful, just the tad bit anxious.

Izuku had asked if you wanted to go to a bar for a night of some drinking. Well, with the both of you not having work tomorrow, you had agreed. It had been a while since the two of you had been able to do anything. So a night at the bar the two of you frequented a lot was a great start to a long night the two of you were undoubtedly going to have if the lace panties under your skirt had anything to say about it. You thanked the gods of every deity every night for making your boyfriend such a stupid pervert that a single whisper of what you were wearing would have him turning red and stumbling out of the bar to get you home immediately.

Well, that was the plan.

But no, nope, nope, nope, nope.

In the middle of your flirting session with Izuku, who still could not keep up with your quick, slick tongue, his phone had rung. It wasn’t abnormal that it went off, he was an incredibly gifted hero, and with his recent sort of permanent team up with his Kacchan to form a hero duo, they were hot shit.

But it wasn’t a work call.

No, it took two seconds to figure that out because Izuku had placed his phone to his ear, his cheeks pink, and eyes sparkling as he immediately chirped out: “Kacchan! Hi!”

And just like that, your flirtatious mood had been stomped on and stabbed over into one of annoyance.

Your boyfriend was a hero otaku; that was something you knew the very moment you met him when both of you were merely fifteen. From that moment on, when your crush was formed on the excitable, blushing otaku, you knew that should you become his girlfriend, there would only be two people above you.

Midoriya Inko then All Might.

Both of those people were completely understandable.

Inko was the best mother in the world, and as Izuku’s most significant and first support system, you didn’t mind losing out to her. She was a fucking sweetheart, after all.

All Might was a slightly annoying one, but as your boyfriend's mentor and father figure, you understood. Plus, the scrawny man was also a sweetheart who flustered over Izuku almost as much as Inko did.

But, you didn’t and couldn’t believe that Bakugou ‘Kacchan’ fucking Katsuki would be challenging your place as third in the most critical person in Midoriya Izuku’s life. You wouldn’t sit idly by on it.

Taking another long, deep chug of the heavy in alcohol percentage drink in your hand, your anger seemed to be at an all-time high.

Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan.

That stupid fucking nickname seemed to pour like liquid gold from Izuku’s mouth.

Kacchan this, Kacchan that, Kacchan yes, Kacchan no.

You knocked back yet another fucking drink, slamming the glass onto the bar counter, demanding another one as Izuku’s deep stupid voice seemed to turn airy as he laughed at something Bakugou Katsuki said. Bakugou Katsuki, who didn’t ever tell jokes because everything he said was stupidly not funny and hated being not serious even for a single second, was making your stupidly thick, built, and strong boyfriend giggle like a schoolgirl. Izuku only laughed like that around you?!

Oh, fucking, no, you realized, your back straightening, your eyes blazing into Izuku’s side profile that still illuminated the deep, intensity of his blinding happy smile.

“Kacchaaannn!” Izuku suddenly whined, his lips pressing into a pout that wouldn’t form because of his stupid, irritatingly handsome smile. “That’s not fair!”

Growling under your breath, you grabbed the new drink presented to you by the bartender and began chugging.

Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan.

Kacchan, Kaacchan, Kaa-chan.

You spluttered, your head light and fuzzy with the inhibiting alcohol as you heard Izuku still rambling on the phone to his dumb fucking Kacchan.

‘Did he just?’ you thought, entirely unprepared for that name to whisper from his mouth.

Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan.

You stopped a broken moan from spilling from your mouth at that word. Despite the coursing alcohol in your veins and the way it typically made you hornier slower, that slightly whiny, entirely Izuku’s tone when he said what your horny brain to be interpreting as Kaa-chan, your panties became wet immediately.

“Izuku,” you breathed — almost whined — into his ear. Your chest pressed against his muscled arm—your mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses to the back of his ear before biting down on his earlobe.

“Y-Y-Yes, y/n?” Izuku stammered, his face flushing, mind entirely lost at the feeling of your breasts pressing onto his arm and probably his stupid Kacchan’s voice in his other ear.

“I’m wearing those panties you really, really like,” you moaned softly into his ear, your teeth nibbling on his earlobe.

You never heard Izuku hang up so quickly on his Kacchan as he downed his drink and quickly followed after you, a puppy at your heels.

The two of you made it home, mouths pressing fervently together, fingers in each other’s hair and clothes. You giggled when you managed to push your much larger boyfriend into the door the moment you both managed to enter your apartment.

His scarred fingers had invaded the underneath of your skirt, already pressing his fingertips to the lacey fabric. He moaned against your mouth, his hands pervertedly gripping your full ass in his large, hot palms.

“Call me Kaa-chan,” you suddenly moaned, your mouth tearing away from Izuku’s reveling in the fact that he tried to chase after your mouth. It was at moments like this that being so much smaller than your skyscraper of your boyfriend helped — the third year of high school had made your entire male classmates grow an additional near one hundred centimeters, fucking ridiculous.

“W-What?!” Izuku spluttered, his eyes wide but still entirely glazed over with his lust.

“Kaa-chan,” you slur, the alcohol in your veins and his kisses on your lips, making your brain mush. “Call me, Kaa-chan, please!”

“I-I can’t? I’m not going to call you, Kacchan! T-That’s so weird? You don’t even look like him, and even if you did, I’m sure that would be entirely not okay! That’s Kacchan’s nickname, and for me to just use it in bed would make me think that I’m having sex with Kacchan, and I bet you’d agree about how not okay that would be! Imagine that! That would be not okay, but if there’s anything else you want me to call you in bed, although, you do have the best reactions to me whenever I call you—” Izuku rambled, his eyes searching the dark hallway for something to focus on. His face red with slight humiliation and his muttering tongue speeding so fast you could barely keep up with his sentences with your drunken brain.

“Not Kacchan,” you roll your eyes, your hands pressed to his side, trapping him between your arms — something that was a hilarious sight. “Kaa-chan, Izuku-chan, Kaa-chan.”

“O-Oh.”

You pulled away from the wall, your eyes bright with what you thought would finally be the tipping point in your biggest kink finding a spot in your sex life with Izuku.

But Izuku begins laughing, his head shaking quickly, the laughter so loud that you watch literal tears form in his eyes as he stands there. Your cunt suddenly feels dry.

“I-I can’t do that,” Izuku finally manages to press through, his hand on his stomach as small laughs still manage to breakthrough. “Oh, god, no, I can’t. I’ll always think of Kacchan when — if I call you kaa-chan.”

Your lips pressed together, anger flushing through your blood as you nod your head once.

“Fine.”

“Y-Y/n!” Izuku bawks, his eyes wide as he quickly understood that he hurt your feelings with that outburst of his. “W-Wait, I mean—”

“No need,” you cement over, lips pursed in your shaking anger. “Give me some time alone, please.”

Izuku can only watch with wide, tearful eyes as you guide him out of your apartment, and you don’t look at him when you close the door, too afraid of what those puppy dog eyes would do to you. You needed time after being laughed at like that; your pride demanded it.

It took less than five hours for you to forgive Izuku. He had stayed in the hallway of your apartment. Sitting outside of your door, waiting for you to message him of some sort about wanting to talk. You hadn’t precisely forgiven him, just wouldn’t allow your more often than not perfect boyfriend to be trapped outside, sleeping in a terrible position on your day off. So at nearly two am, your eyes refusing to close and fall asleep, you trudged to your front door and demanded he gets in or else he’d sleep in the hallway.

Izuku had looked up at you with tired, sad eyes, and your throat tightened as you looked away with a huff. He had gotten to his feet and walked into your apartment, kissing you softly as the door closed behind the two of you. Despite you having been the one to kick him out earlier, he carried you to your room as you began to cry again. He undressed to just his boxers, and the two of you cuddled each other before the both of you fell asleep, feeling slightly better.

Although you hated to admit it, everything was back to normal the following morning.

Well, that is until the fateful day when you were straddled across Izuku’s waist, his thick, long cock stretching you out as much as it felt that first time you fucked, riding him until his hands left bruising prints on your hips. You knew what made Izuku tick, moan, and go absolutely feral in bed; you knew him so well, and if the indicating throbbing of his swollen cock had anything to say, was that he was seconds from cumming.

Again, this was a fateful day.

His work phone suddenly screeched at the nightstand, and you both screamed at the horror.

What was happening?!

Not bothering to unmount from his cock, Izuku grabbed his phone and placed it to his ear.

“Hello, Deku, speaking!”

You pouted from on top of him, still rather pleased that his cock was still firm within you, and you watched his face, ready to send the blood in his cock right back to his head and get him out the front door if it was an emergency.

“K-KACCHAN?! THIS ISN’T AN EMERGENCY!” Izuku screamed, his face pounding red as his free arm collapsed over his eyes.

You were going to kill motherfucking shithead, Bakugou Katsuki.

Your eyes narrowed, and with the fury of being cockblocked by your boyfriend's stupid best friend in a whole new way, you began to shift your hips against his cock. Your hips rising and falling as you continued to fuck Izuku, uncaring that he was on the phone.

Izuku, never having been good at being secretive, let out a strangled choke and a moan, his hand thrown over his eyes trying to get a solid hold on your hips to keep you from fucking yourself against him. He froze, his face exploding with heat the moment you forcibly clenched around his thick length, “I-I-I’m at y/n’s apartment! Kacchan! NO! We were having sex!”

Rolling your eyes, you knew he was going to blab that secret out.

“We are having sex right now, K-Kacchan!” Izuku whimpered, downright hilarious of the brick wall of a pro hero could do. “Kacchan, that’s not fair! You called on my emergency-only phone! Of course, I was going to pick up!”

Red bled into your vision as you realized that Bakugou undoubtedly was talking shit about your ability to fuck your own boyfriend.

“Kacchan!” Izuku groaned again, but you were far past the point of being okay with this situation.

Grabbing the phone from Izuku’s hand, you slammed the phone to your ear, listening to the chortling laughter of Bakugou fucking Katsuki.

“You fucking piece of fucking shit, try calling this number again without a proper fucking emergency next time, and I’ll kill. you!” you spat into the phone, your blood boiling as the laughter on the other side of the line stopped, only for you to be met with an irritated and challenge-accepted growl of Bakugou Katsuki, who was seconds from responding back with his own threat and challenge. But you hung up, chucking the phone into the corner of the room before setting your sight on Izuku who’s eyes and pupils were blown wide.

You couldn’t even begin to process that your words had turned Izuku on; you could barely feel his throbbing, twitching cock buried deep in your womb because your inner walls held a vice, unbreakable grip on him. Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan. You had finally heard that stupid fucking nickname in bed, and still, the way it was said and who it was for wasn’t for you, and you were absolutely frothing.

“Kacchan, Kacchan, Kacchan,” you spit out, fury and animosity, your hips still slamming down on his cock, Izuku’s scarred hands once again reaching for your waist. “Is there any other fucking name you can ramble in bed?!”

Izuku cries out, his hips snapping up to meet yours, the echoing slap of your meeting sexes still not loud enough to tune out your angry, abhorrent thoughts.

“N-No?!” Izuku stammers out, confusion heavy on his tongue, and you know why, but you don’t care. “I-I-I don’t! What else am I supposed to sayyyy oh my god, baby! What am I supposed to call Kacchan?!”

A cold shiver runs down your spine, and you smile slowly. You wait for green eyes to open and lock on you before your smile becomes cunning, altogether ferocious, and biting as your hand reaches out and grabs the curls at the nape of his neck. You yank on the hair towards you, watching as his neck arches, and you coo at the breathless gasp that spills from his mouth as your lips are at his ear, his cock threatening to slip out of your boiling cunt at this new angle. There’s a growl on your tone, your lips brushing against the soft cartilage of his ear. “Say Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan, Kaa-chan. Since you fucking want your damn fucking Kacchan so badly that you can’t even indulge in my little nickname, I’ll make sure to ruin the damn fucking nickname for you forever.”

You pull away, your hissing words sitting heavy in his ears as you slip off his cock and stumble to the closet for your toys.

Izuku lets out a needy noise, his breaths pathetic gasps as he looks at you and away, unable to fully comprehend just what you were planning on doing to him.

Slamming open the closet, you grab the plastic tinted box in the closet, throwing it open and grabbing three items.

One: your pretty green harness.

You had bought at a sex shop store you frequent whenever you were bored and alone. About six months ago, this particular sex shop had obtained rights to sell Pro Hero styled lingerie and sex toys. This harness was modeled after Izuku’s costume, and you bought it to surprise him with whenever you two got into pegging.

Two: the bottle of lube.

Also purchased from the sex shop. Apparently, it was a lube that was both super cold and hot — obviously modeled after Todoroki. It would start off as cold on the skin before warming up to temperatures that were guaranteed to make people shriek and moan like porn stars.

And last, but definitely not least, your ace up your sleeve: the strap on dildo.

At the same sex shop, they had released a limited quantity, a one-week available dildo that was nearly impossible to accept was a thing. Along their wall of many, many different shapes and sizes of dildos had sat seven limited dildos made from the cocks of pro heroes.

One of which being Ground Fucking Zero: Bakugou Katsuki.

You’re not sure what possessed you into buying it, but you did. The dildo modeled after Bakugou’s own cock was now something you possessed, something you hid from Izuku’s sight at all times. The cock was about eight, nearly nine inches, maintaining a fat, swollen head and base, with thick veins running through its length.

The dildo itself was completely minimalist, jet black with only the Ground Zero’s logo painted to the bottom of the curve, but if you were to do this, Izuku wouldn’t know it was his best friend's cock until you were done with him.

Throwing your legs through the harness, you turn your head to lock eyes with Izuku’s bright eyes that are taking in your every move. You fasten the ties, making them just a tad bit tight around your thighs and waist because you knew that Izuku loved seeing the divot in your skin.

Your eyes are peering through your lashes to look at him, your frown becoming a confident, biting smirk as you attach the dildo, immediately covering your hand with the cold lube before slicking up the silicone cock. Izuku watches you with shaking thighs as you climb back onto the bed, your eyes dark, dangerous, as your fingers drag down his toned and muscled calves.

“Get on your fucking hands and knees like the fucking good boy you are,” you growl out the command, your fingernails digging into his skin. “Show your cute fucking ass to your Kaa-chan.”

Izuku let out a heavy moan as his body quickly shifted over, he got up onto his knees, but he went a step further by pressing onto his knees, letting his scarred back curve beautifully for you.

You groan at the sight, Izuku's large, muscled ass on full display for you. His body trembles and shakes with every breath he takes and how his muscles are tight with his nervousness. His little asshole clenching and tightening at the air, undoubtedly ready to have you press the cock into him. You groan, your hand that's slick with the lube becoming warmer with the intended promise of the lube, and your grin when you grip his supple asscheeks between your hands, delighting at the way his flesh molds within your hands.

“You have such a pretty little ass, baby boy,” you moan, your index finger circling around the rim of his pert, tight hole. You lean in closer, your hot breaths spilling across his muscle that sends it spasming in its attempts to clench around nothing. “What do you want your Kaa-chan to do?”

Izuku stammers, his mouth unable to form any sort of coherent sentence as you lather your fingers in the cold lube, and without much of an introduction, you slide your slick, cold index finger into his hole. Izuku cries loudly when you move your finger inside of his ass, and you smirk at the sight of his twisted with delirium face before you. Eyes crossed, tongue hanging out as your finger dives into his ass.

“Does this feel good, baby?” you ask, finger curling deep within his ass.

He can’t find the energy to speak, but strangled noises of approval are made, and his hips shift back onto your thrusting finger.

You enter a new finger, stretching out his tight muscle even further, your two fingers reaching a further depth and more manageable pace than you had before. You grin at the way Izuku begins to fuck himself against your fingers, his asshole looking as if it swallows your fingers as your dildo ruts against his leaking cock. Izuku's chest collapses onto the mattress when you glide your free hand against both the dildo and his cock as you continue to finger his ass — a third finger eventually joining.

“God, your ass is so fucking slutty, sweetie,” you groan, absolutely obsessed with the pink haze on Izuku’s cheeks and the growing moans. “Is your Kaa-chan making you feel good? Kaa-chan promises that she’ll protect you through everything!”

Izuku spams, a loud cry of your name as your fingernails scratch at his walls, and his hips buck further into your fingers deep in his ass before rutting back into your hand, stroking his cock. You coo at how he is clearly enjoying it, chest-thumping with how he clearly wants more, and how you intend to give him more. A sadistic smile carved onto your face as his rambling begins to take shape begins to actually have meaning behind it except the whining, pitiful cries.

“You are!” Izuku finally manages to gasp, his ass slamming back onto your curled three fingers. The lube is now hot as it can grow, and Izuku is obsessed with the heat in his ass. “You’re doing this to me, y/n!”

You freeze, fingers freezing in his ass as Izuku once again refused to call you Kaa-chan.

Well then.

Freeing your fingers from deep in his ass, your upper lip curled into a snarl as you doused the Ground Zero dildo with the ice-cold lube, your blood roaring in your ear. It just seemed that you were going to have to take that nickname by force.

Slapping the lube coated dildo between the valley of his pretty, beautiful asscheeks, you grabbed his head of curls, snapping his head back so that his ear was a lick away. “Listen to what I’m about to fucking do, I-zu-ku,” you accentuate his name, your free hand gripping his slick cock, and fisting it slowly, your grip tightening whenever he tried to rut into your grip. “Your real fucking Kaa-chan is going to fuck your brains out and make sure that you can’t say that stupid fucking nickname to Bakugou without getting hard and remembering what I’m about to do to you, Deku,” you practically snarled into Izuku’s ear. Izuku freezes for a second, deep flushed red exploding on his face before he moans loudly, face burying into the mattress as you rut the silicone veined cock between his ready, supple cheeks. “Now, what’s my fucking name?”

“Kacchan…” Deku’s mouth fumbles, unable to find that distinction even like this, but that’s okay, you got time.

“Again, Deku,” you snap, watching as a shiver slams down his spine at the nickname, and you press the head of the cold, lube coated dildo against his ready, clenching asshole.

“Kaa-aachan!” Deku moans loudly, and you press the head of the black dildo into his ass, watching as his slutty little ass swallows the head without a single problem. His back arches further, and his ass shakes as you keep him from falling further on his Kacchan’s cock.

“Are you having that much fucking trouble distinguishing who’s fucking you right now, Deku?!” you practically seethe, your fingernails digging into his firm, plump ass before beginning to drag the cockhead away.

“No!” Deku sobs, his ass pathetically following after your exiting cock. “I’m not Kaa-chan, I promise!”

Oh, the golden words you’ve been looking for.

With a widespread, near-feral grin, you slammed the whole cock within him, not stopping until you couldn’t see the black of the dildo, and your thighs were pressed against his ass. The noises that spilled from Izuku’s mouth with sinful, lewd, and made you think for a second the hot and cold lube was in your cunt. His mouth continued to speak at a speed you couldn’t understand, his ass greedily sucking the dildo in with no thought to return it.

“I-It feels so good!” Deku cries, his ass slapping backward onto your strap. “Your cock is so good!”

“Damn fucking right it is, Deku,” you laughed, hands gripping his hips and with a determined show to make sure he knew just who the superior Kaacchan was, you began to rut your hips back up again his.

Your pace was a lot faster than Deku’s, thighs crashing against his ass with every successive pound of your hips. Deku, who’s always been so good about being responsive in bed, is crying and moaning like a bitch in heat. His moans are endless and delightfully loud, his ass slamming backward to meet your rutting hips, and you can't help but land a loud spank against his sweet ass.

“How is this feeling, Deku? Tell your Kaa-chan how your shitty little hole is feeling?” you laugh, your body leaning over his, your lips and teeth marking up his sweaty, scarred back with bites marks and hickies. “Tell your Kaa-chan how it feels to have your shitty asshole fucked like this?”

“It feels sooo good, Kaa-chan!” Deku sobs and you shiver at the power behind that stupid little nickname. “My Kaa-chan is making me feel so good, so loved! Kaa-chan’s cock is stretching my ass out so good, her cock makes my stomach and ass feel so funny, but I d-don’t want it to end!”

His back is arched, and his fingers can no longer clutch the fabric of the mattress, and it’s all overwhelming as you fuck into him faster, more demanding, with more intention to have him be yours forever.

“My precious little Deku looks so fucking cute when he’s crying for his Kaa-chan,” you pant, your thrusts becoming sloppier with your heightened pleasure, knowing just whose cock he was crying for. His stupid Kacchan could never do this.

The raw noises of wanton pleasure rip from Deku’s throat and his ass comes down to fuck back on your strap on with greater power, faster speed. You keep up, though, you have to prove your worth, you’ll fuck his brains out until the only thing he can call you is his Kaa-chan. You grip his hips, your knees shifting as you find a new angle, a better angle as you drill the cock in faster and further in, bottoming out in him with every stroke of your bucking hips.

“Fuck!” he screams, his knees almost wholly giving out on you as you drive against his prostate. The cock and angle you had quickly allowing you such a pleasure as you fuck into him faster. And upon the tenth slam against his prostate, Deku is shouting. “Fuck, fuck, fuck Kaa-chan!”

Drool is pouring onto the bed, and you feel on fire as Deku continues to whimper, continues to cry your name, claiming that his Kaa-chan has never made him feel this good before. Your hands move from his waist and find themselves latched onto his curls and fisting his cock again. The power that hums through your body makes you see stars as he cries at the pain of having his hair yanked backward, and having your fingers press against the head of his weeping, pre-cum drenched cock.

“Oh, poor pathetic Deku,” you snarl despite the grin on your face, sweat drips down your temple, and you laugh. “Does your pathetic fucking cock need to cum? Do you need to cum while your Kaa-chan’s cock fucks you?”

“Y-Yes Kaa-chan!” Deku screams, his tongue falling from his mouth, his eyes dazed in his hysteria. “Yes, Kaa-chan! I want to cum on your cock, please let me cum on your cock!”

Your cunt throbs from your arousal and lack of stimulus, but the apparent slick in your lips that is slowly dripping down your thighs, makes your next train of thought seem worlds apart hot. The hand in his curls fists his hair harder, snapping Deku closer, making his back arch further. The hand around his cock pinches his cock head together, a pain you had discovered that never failed to get him to cum. And your hips, the hips that drove the Ground Zero dildo further into his tight, greedy asshole, slammed viciously and barbarically into his pretty little asshole.

Deku praises your cock again, his eyes fluttering shut as he cries for his Kaa-chan’s cock, and in a blind fit of victory, your lips press against his ear and whisper to him the truth.

“I’m actually fucking you with your Kacchan’s cock,” you admit, feeling Deku go rigid beneath you. “I know you know what I’m talking about, Deku. So yes, I bought it just to fuck you with it, and look! It’s Kacchan’s cock, but it's your Kaa-chan who’s making you feel so. good. with it!”

And with one last driving slam of Kacchans cock into Deku’s slutty, needy hole, you can feel his cock spasm within your hold, and the way his ass tightens beautifully around the dildo, and he collapses with a pitiful, pathetic: “Oh my god.”

Your hand is coated in his hot, heavy load of cum. You pull away from him, and you laugh, watching as Deku moves onto his back, his eyes fluttering with a million emotions as you bring your hand to your mouth and lick his musty cum clean from your hand.

“Now,” you cough, slipping the harness from your waist and thighs and climbing back onto his awaiting, still semi-hard cock. You moaned at the feeling of his cock hardening back within your crazy soaked cunt. “Kaa-chan wants you to suck your Kaa-chan’s tits, and then you’ll be rewarded for being. So. Good.”

His eyes swim with uncertainty before he blinks, his hips rutting up to meet your cunt, and his mouth latching onto your needy nipple.

“Anything for you, Kaa-chan.”

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Bonus!

Due to Bakugou calling on Izuku’s emergency-only phone, Bakugou had come over with an apology dinner made for the two of you. You sat at the table, Bakugou sitting in front of you, Izuku, to your side in the square table Izuku owned.

Bakugou was already frowning, his body language trying to hide the apparent surprise that went through him when Izuku opened the door and greeted him as ‘Bakugou-kun!’

Had you known his reaction would be that pathetic, you wouldn’t have bothered to accept his dinner. You would have sufficed with that moment being caught on camera instead.

But no, Izuku loved Bakugou’s cooking, and you were now sitting here, glaring at Bakugou, who was glaring right back at you.

However, you knew Bakugou wanted to understand why his childhood nickname had suddenly been abandoned, and you had strategically placed Izuku’s favorite drink near the empty seat. Closer to you than it was to Bakugou because you knew that asshole was quicker than most.

“Oh, Kaa-chan, do you mind passing me my drink?” Izuku asked before flushing at the realization of what he called you in front of Bakugou.

But Bakugou didn’t notice, how could he?

Because both of you had made for his drink, and you just managed to snatch it before Bakugou did as you watched in evil elation as Bakugou quickly placed two and two together. Handing the glass to Izuku, you smiled, as he stammered out an embarrassed thank you.

“Sorry, boys, I’m actually needed somewhere tonight,” you lie, rising to your feet as Bakugou’s eyes rage with something you can’t name but love nonetheless. “I’ll leave you two alone, I’ll be back!”

You don’t let Izuku’s embarrassed begs for you to say deter you, your fingers grabbing your boyfriend by the chin before kissing him deeply, shoving your tongue into his mouth for good measure as you look at the still, void Bakugou when you break away.

You don’t know what happens as you leave, but the way that Izuku’s less superior Kacchan snaps his name makes your toes curl with pleasure.

Oh, you really liked this.

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Hi Faby I have a question L said that she knew she was queer when she fell in love with her best friend when she was 15 and that her and L started to have a physical connection when she was 15 and I know everyone says that she was talking about C because L met C for the first time when she was still 15 but to me that doesn't make sense because L and C only started to get closer after L turned 16 and her and C basically just met so how could she be talking about C?

Hi to you, dear Anon 👋🏼😄 I know it doesn’t seem to make sense because the narrative’s goal is to confuse you and get you on their side by making you abandon the ship. You have to pay attention to the details and what they say because there are always flaws in the stories that our Camren are forced to tell. But don’t worry, I’m here. I’ve already talked about it many times, but I’ll explain it again to make you understand better and answer your ask at the same time.

So. During Becky G’s ‘En La Sala’ podcast (October 28, 2020), Lauren said she realized she was queer because she fell in love with her best friend when she was 15 and they started having a physical relationship. She forced herself to think that kissing and sleeping with her friend every once in a while was just a funny thing and nothing important; something that she has ‘normalized’ in her head by justifying it as something that ‘straight girls do’, and therefore fueling her internalized homophobia. Personally speaking, I believe in this. Not in the ‘she fell in love’ part because Laur’s still forced to say that the only girl she has ever loved is Lucy, but I believe Lauren and Lucy really did everything L said. Lucy was the first real unlock thanks to which Laur experienced the attraction and the feelings towards the girls she’d always felt and hidden deep inside herself. I firmly believe that Lucy was the first girl among her crushes on girls Laur acted on, and with whom she experimented in secret given the environment in which they both grew up and which still surrounded them at the time.

Now, the time frame in which this experimentation happened. Paul Martinez, the one she believed was her first love and whom she believed she would marry, broke up with her in late July 2011, and she only managed to move on when she wrote a song about how she felt on September 17th of that same year. Lucy moved back to Puerto Rico in February 2012, returning to visit Miami occasionally (that’s why the fetus pictures with Lucy and Camren at Laur’s house). Therefore, the time frame in which that experimentation happened, is from the end of September 2011 to February 2012. It could’ve happened in all those four months, or only in two, or only in one. Who knows. But that’s the time frame. Time frame during which Laur was 15 years old.

Having explained this, let’s move on. Camren first met during the first phase of the audition, the ‘cattle call’, on May 1, 2012, in Greensboro, North Carolina. You know? Where that short and really cute conversation started by Mila happened: “Hi, I like your shirt”, “Thanks. I like your jacket”. But it ended up there because they didn’t become friends from that day. They didn’t exchange phone numbers and they therefore didn’t even spend time together at home in Miami. They were still just two strangers who had auditioned for a TV show to pursue their dreams like so many other people. Oh and, on May 1, 2012, Laur was still 15, and Mila had turned since almost two months; therefore they were both 15 years old. The moment they became friends by no longer detaching one from the hip of the other, was two months later, on July 25 in Miami, when they met for the first time for the first day of boot camp (L went to C: “You’re the Cuban girl!”). On July 25, 2012, Lauren had by then turned 16 for nearly a month, and Camila was still 15.

Now let’s move on to the biggest miscalculated mistake that, either they made her say, or Laur herself said; perhaps even deliberately and not by mistake. On June 26, 2020, and therefore before the podcast with Becky, the PAPER Magazine article was released. In that article, Lauren explained, along with other things, that she’d been in love with her best friend for seven years. But the calculations don’t add up, for two things to be exact.

First thing: The Laucy narrative includes that A) Laur fell in love with her sure, Jan at 15 when they kissed and hooked up during parties.

P.S. Is it just me, or does this smell like what actually started happening to Camren the following year? I mean, the Like Friends Do situation whereby Laur got out of her internalized homophobia and realized she loved her and then got her head out of her ass by finally going to get her girl? No? Just me?

B) The wanting but not being able to be with her and giving her what she wanted made them grew apart not by her choice and not because Lucy returned to live in Puerto Rico and they simply grew apart for the distance and Lauren’s busy schedule with 5H, no, no.

P.S. I don’t know about you, but this still smells like Camren’s story to me.

C) Lucy returned to her life after she had a car accident on May 17, 2015:

“She came back into my life when I was 18. I was on tour and I was in my room in a hotel somewhere and she called me”. From that moment on, Lauren decided they would’ve been together “all in” and “now we’re gonna be in this relationship”. Yeah, sure. No contract that was supposed to help both of them involved here. No, no.

D) They broke up because Laur confirmed that theirs was a very toxic relationship, and the specific reason she gave was because they both weren’t fully healed from the past yet, but that they still loved each other very much. Mmmh-hmm, okay 🥱😴 Yeah, no, yeah, sorry. I fell asleep as a result of hearing bullshit.

Second thing: Ty.

Shall we reveal the miscalculation (again)? In love with her at 15, got together with her at 18 and broke up at 20 (1 year and 8 months, from mid-May 2015 to mid-January 2017), and after less than a month, start of another PR dating Ty. Now, 20 minus 15 (Laur’s two ages from the beginning to the end of the ‘story’), how much is it? 5. Shall we calculate from the moment of Laucy experiment to when they ‘broke up’? From late September 2011 to mid January 2017, how many years are? 5! 5 years and four months to be exact. According to the logic of the narrative, if she was oh so in love with Ty as they made her proclaim every two seconds, it means that she’d stopped loving Lucy that same year, and it’s not 7 years anyway! It’s still 5! Do we want to try with two last calculations? Okay. Also because you may have wondered: “Faby, what if we instead calculated from when ‘they got together’ to the release of that PAPER Magazine article?”. I’d answer that it’s still 5 years. From mid-May 2015 to June 25, 2020, it’s 5 years and 1 month to be exact. “Faby, what if we tried to calculate from the beginning to the publication of the article?” From the end of September 2011 (beginning of the time frame of the Laucy experimentation) to the publication of the article on 25 June 2020, it’s 8 years and 9 months to be precise. Not even in this case it’s 7! So, as you can see… And at this point I wonder: is there an alternate world where math calculations lead to 7 and not 5 here? What was that? Why say 7? Well.. I actually know why.

Shall we play another little math game? Can I reveal the truth in the lie? Let’s try to make sense of this 7 together now.

Lauren explained that she’d been in love with her best friend for 7 years in that interview, right? The interview with PAPER Magazine came out on June 26, 2020, but was done before the date it was released. We all know Laur was born on the 27th, and therefore in both cases, Laur was 23. And tell me, dear, how much is 23 minus 7? Sorry, I can’t hear your answer. A little louder please? Got it, got it. Can I also write it for everyone else who’s reading? Okay, thanks: 16. Wait, 16??? So who was Lauren actually talking about? Ohhh. How foolish of me. That’s why it ‘smelled like what actually started happening to Camren the following year’ to me. Because Laur was talking about Camila all along 🤦🏻‍♀️

🤣😏😎

Sarcasm and jokes aside, do you see how easy it is to manipulate and confuse people's ideas? It's still 7 years if we calculate from mid-January 2013 (after the first real New Year's kiss and the signing of the contracts with Syco/Epic) to the release of that PAPER Magazine article on June 25, 2020. And it's still 7 years even if we calculate from July 25, 2012 (first day of boot camp) to June 25, 2020. Camila is the answer to the 7 years because even if they try to make Laur modify the narrative by making her change the names with the PRs' ones, she's always talking about Mila anyway in reality.

Does it make more sense now, dear? I hope I’ve taken away all your doubts 🥰 Stay safe and have a good day 🤗 You guys too ❤

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The swallow

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kim seokjin x reader // smut; oral sex // 4,434 words

“Fffuck,” Seokjin groaned, throwing his head back against the seat, Adam’s apple bobbing. “That feels so good.”

You hummed around his cock, moving faster, purposely making things wetter so he could hear it inside this stuffy car. In all honesty you were sick of fucking in here. It was the most inconvenient place, uncomfortable and a little bit foolish really. The thought of getting caught was always in the forefront of your mind. That and the voice that repeatedly questioned why you were hopping on Seokjin’s dick every other night…

Tonight though, you were only sucking it. You’d had enough of getting crushed in half trying to get him to fit between your legs in the backseats, and you’d definitely had enough of being on top. You’d ridden more dick lately than you’d had hot meals. Seokjin had tried to persuade you to slide by his place and fuck there, but he lived with a friend, so you were not chancing anything. Not one thing. No one could know you craved Kim Seokjin’s cock. No one.

So here you were, stretched over the console, pleasuring him some other way. You tightened the grip of your fist, holding him tight at the base as you drew back your mouth and started playfully sucking the sensitive tip. His hips bucked, a surprised moan falling past his lips. You repeated, liking the sound, but instead he pretty much giggled, attempting to twist out of your grip.

“Tickles,” he explained when you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

You could count the number of times you’d sucked his dick on one hand – three. Including tonight. You’d only been hooking up “officially” for little over a week. The first time had been at the house party, the second a couple of days after he’d eaten you out in that abandoned car lot, and now, when you’d gotten sick of riding dick. You were still learning what he liked, although it wasn’t hard, men were sort of predictable, weren’t they? Stick it in anything wet and warm and they’d start thrusting.

You swirled your tongue against the underside of his dick as you made your way back down, not even attempting to take him all the way for now. You needed to ease your throat, warm up your jaw, it was already beginning to ache. You drew back again, this time trying something new.

“Wh-What are you doing?” Seokjin panicked, body tensing as he looked down at you with wide eyes, feeling the delicate drag of your teeth up his length.

You pulled completely off him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand in case there was any drool. “No teeth?” You slowly jerked him off, keeping up stimulation as you talked.

“I don’t know you well enough yet to trust your teeth grazing against my dick,” he explained outright.

Fair enough. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to bite it off,” you laughed, dipping your head again to flick your tongue across the sensitive flesh of his cock head. His hips jumped. “But noted, no teeth.”

You were suckling him again, lighter this time so it wouldn’t tickle him, but he wasn’t really paying attention, too distracted. “Why, do other guys like that?”

You pulled back, rolling your fist upwards, thumb digging into his slit. He grunted in pleasure. “Some do,” you shrugged your shoulders.

“Like, guys you’ve been with?” He prised. Eager for more information.

You curled your tongue again, flicking it back and forth against his slit now, nodding your head. “Mmmhm.”

His mouth was dangling open, soft puffs of air leaving him as he watched you tease him. But he still wasn’t done with the interrogation. “Your cheating ex?”

You groaned inside. What a turn off, you didn’t really want to think about that, but you replied anyway. “Should’ve bitten it off while I had the chance.”

“Careful,” Seokjin warned lowly, pulling back a little. “Don’t get angry while you’re sucking my dick please.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re safe, don’t worry.”

Five minutes later you were attempting to stuff your mouth whole, fully concentrating as you tried not to choke or gag. You didn’t know why but the idea made you self-conscious. Seokjin was losing his mind, all lost for words and shaky under your touch. His hands were trembling slightly as he tangled one through your hair, the quietist moans slipping past his lips. There was a mutter about it being so hot, something else about how you were trying to kill him.

When you felt your throat constrict, panic set in and you pulled off before you could gag, wiping your mouth. Before you want back, a fist wrapped around the base of his cock again, he stopped you. “C-Can I move?” He jerked his hips to explain, hand still in your hair.

It felt nice actually. Your heat clenched at the idea of him weighting your head down. Ew. What was wrong with you? You found yourself agreeing quickly. “Yeah, okay.”

You held your tongue flat as he started thrusting into your mouth, letting him slide to and fro to his heart’s content. He was gentle, hardly pushing deep, but seemed to be getting off on it all the same, even with a shitty view – the top of your head mostly.

“This okay?” He asked after a few moments, and when you hummed around him in response he just about lost it. A whine like moan tearing at his throat.

That’s when you came to life a little, lapping your tongue against the underside of his dick as he moved, even swirling it against the tip every time he thrust out. You were gaining a good old rhythm, moaning around his flesh as you went seeing as he loved that so much. The wet thrusts of his cock getting to him even more. You wished you could see his bare thighs right now, visibly see them trembling for you.

“Ah, fuck,” he muttered, the curse word pitching as he raised his ass off the seat when he felt you dig the point of your tongue against his slit, tasting his precum. He made a noise, sounded strained, before he began to speak. “Just a heads up, but I think I’m close.”

You didn’t acknowledge him. Even when his hips stuttered, movements slowing, you started to bob your head yourself, your throat making a strange noise as you strained. This time you weren’t embarrassed. It sent him almost faint. “Shit. You hear me?” He asked weakly, beside himself. “Do you want to, I don’t know, sh-should I cum in your mouth when I do?”

You guessed he wasn’t shutting up. He couldn’t cum in silence. You slid off him. “Where else do you plan on doing it?”

He hesitated. “Yeah. Good question.” You went back to work – well, your fist did. Jacking him off vigorously as he tensed up, pushing into your hold. His breathing coming out in huffs now. Thinking about it, maybe he had a point. The last two blowjobs had ended in sex, you guessed he was only checking up on what you wanted to do… Ew. Don’t say you were growing soft on Kim Seokjin. Yuck.

Lowering your mouth to take him again, he spoke, stopping you in your tracks. “Can you... Can you do that teeth thing again?”

You arched an eyebrow, eyeing him sceptically. “I thought you were close? And I thought you didn’t like it?”

He shrugged. “I am and it’s not that I didn’t like it. I just think of teeth as a bad thing when it comes to blowjobs.”

“Sometimes it can’t be helped.”

“I know that,” he sighed at your defensiveness. He pushed his head back, looking down at you and suddenly his fingers were in your hair again, his voice almost soft when he continued. “Can you just do it again? I want to see if l like it.”

“Fine,” you huffed. If he really wanted teeth who were you to refuse him.

He stayed comedically still when you began lightly grazing your teeth along his cock. You didn’t do it continuously, but every now and then you’d surprise him. You could hear him breathing but that was it. Could also feel his eyes on the top of your head, staring solidly. He wasn’t really giving you much. Did he like it? Did he hate it? Was it uncomfortable? Hurting?

You drew back, giving him one little light nip for good measure. His hips jerked. “Still a no?”

He deliberated silently before coming to a conclusion. “I’m conflicted.” Wow, how very helpful of him. You did feel some type of glee at making him try something new though. He obviously had a curiosity there.

He took his dick in his hand – painfully hard and flushed, looking you in the eyes. “Put it back in your mouth.”

You smirked. “Make me.”

“Fine.” His other hand came around to grip the back of your neck, pushing your head down so your lips could meet the head of his cock. Something ignited in your gut and pulsed between your legs, but you wouldn’t show him that. Didn’t want to inflate that ego of his anymore.

This time he thrust into your mouth with deliberate motions, unable to wait any longer. He wanted to cum. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chanted lowly, hearing how wet your mouth was – how wet you were making his dick. How warm your tongue was—

He groaned, speeding up. You tried your hardest not to gag. Inside your mouth he was on fire. “It’s–I’m–It’s happening—ohhh.” His hips rode up, the pulling power of his orgasm.

You braced yourself for the hit of cum, making sure to swallow as it came, praying there wasn’t a tonne of it, ignoring the taste. “Fuck. You’re–?” Seokjin stunned, voice weak, and you carried on until he was spent. “You swallowed.”

You pulled off him, not bothering to wipe your mouth this time. Your lips felt all tingly and swollen, your jaw sort of achy, which was a given. Boy had a monster cock and here you were thinking you were a python. “Yes,” you replied matter of fact, sitting up to catch your breath. You caught the look on his face, in pure shock really. “What? Did you want me to spit it out the window?”

He was still breathing a little heavy, mouth open. “No – I-I just...” He petered out, unsure of what to say. What he decided on was pretty hilarious. “Thank you.”

You laughed. “Are you thanking me for the blowjob or the swallowing?”

He looked away, turning a little embarrassed, shoving his now limp dick into his boxer shorts. “I don’t know why I said thank you.” And then his eyes were back on you, curious. “Do you like to…swallow?”

Oh, good god. Why did guys always lose their shit over the swallowing of some cum? Like give it a rest, they were so easily pleased. You shrugged. “It’s meh. I just do it because it’s the easiest option.”

Seokjin looked instantly horrified. “So you hate it? You didn’t have to if you didn’t want to–”

“Relax. I don’t hate it. I just don’t particularly find it enjoyable.” He still looked perturbed by your honesty. “Jin. Calm down. I wanted to do it, it’s just,” you shrugged, “cum tastes gross. It’s like a fact of the world.”

He frowned, visibly thinking hard. “I’m sure there’s some things I can eat that make it taste better.”

You chuckled lightly. “Okay. You do that research in your spare time.” You reached for him, swinging a leg over the console to climb into his lap. He held your hips immediately, as if it came naturally. “If I don’t have an orgasm in the next ten minutes we’re not hooking up anymore.”

You’d already learned to wear the loosest lounge shorts possible for these “car rides” – plus no underwear. Seokjin’s hand was up one leg instantly, finding out how wet you were, although he made no clever remark which surprised you. Rubbing your entrance carefully with the pads of two fingers he slipped inside you confidently, eliciting a silent gasp on your end. You were getting quite addicted to those long ass fingers of his. Clutching onto his shoulders you moaned quietly as he started to curl and uncurl his digits.

He looked up at you. Almost curiously – uncertainly. “Are you...” He shook his head, nearly backing out before he tried again. “Are you hooking up with anyone else?”

Your brows creased together. “No.” When did you have time? Sudden panic rose within you. Misplaced, but there, nonetheless. “Are you?” It was really no big deal, but you’d answered him with such bewilderment you didn’t want to look a fool.

To your relief, he shook his head. “No.” He opened his mouth to continue but stopped, straightening his digits to fuck you with them. You liked that, moaning louder, your hips beginning to bounce involuntarily, essentially fucking yourself down on his fingers.

He chuckled. The sound was deeper, raspier, and it did something to you that you’d rather not admit. “You said you’re sick of riding my dick but here you are riding my fingers instead.”

Idiot. “Just shut up and make me cum.”

He laughed harder. This time the noise infuriated you, but then his thumb was rubbing against your clit, sending your body rolling into his, chasing the feeling. He went back to stroking you, dragging the pleasure out of your body. He was getting good at making you cum now, learning what you liked and when to do it.

After a few moments of silence, bar the soft wet slaps of his hand between your legs, he asked you another question, trying his best to sound light, casual. “Will you be hooking up with anyone else?”

What was this? You shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t really hook up. This is my first time doing this sort of thing.”

“So that’s a no?”

A little smile played its way against your lips, his fingers still pressing and curling against you. “Jin, are you trying to ask me not to get with anyone else?

“It’s not that,” he shook his head, looking a little startled. “Saying it like that is… I just...” His movements stopped as he tried to think. “I just don’t think there’s a need for anyone else when we’re preoccupied like this.”

Preoccupied? Hilarious, but you guessed you understood where he was coming from. You hadn’t even had any interest in dick before you “fell” on Seokjin’s anyway. Giving a men a break for a while, but here you were…

“I agree,” you said simply, leaning forward, starting to grind against his thumb, wanting him to start up again. Too much talking was making you uncomfortable. Plus, what was this now? Officially unofficial? You must really have that “magic pussy” (vomit emoji) like he said you did.

“You do?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow in surprise.

You nodded, feeling the need to joke around. “Mmhm, I can only handle so much dick at once. Especially with what you’re packing.”

“Don’ttt,” he whined weakly, letting his head fall back. His dark hair fell into his eyes, his lips unbelievably pouty. Your gut flipped. Just as he thrust his hips up. “You’ll make me hard again.”

You rolled your eyes, looking down at him expectantly. “You’re supposed to be returning the favour here.”

“Sorry, sorry,” he grinned, fingers kicking back into action. You fell back into a rhythm, hips knocking into his hand. “You know... I haven’t hooked up like this before either.”

You found yourself smiling. “That’s good then. We’re learning together.”

Jin smiled back, brown eyes warm. You liked that about him, he had friendly eyes. “We are.”

It wasn’t surprising to you really, that he’d never done this before. He’d been so awkward in the beginning, still was sometimes actually, despite his self-assured attitude. Maybe it was all a guise, that cockiness of his, but you weren’t about to question him on it because 1. You didn’t know him well enough, despite him being two fingers deep inside you right now, and 2. –

“Now make me cum.” You wailed, making him laugh. You were desperate here.

Squelch. Squelch. Squelch. He sat forward to get better leverage. “That good?” He asked, moaning back quietly when that’s how you replied. “Fuck,” he muttered, apparently deciding something as he looked to the right. “Wanna switch to the passenger’s side, put the seat down and sit on my face?”

“SEOKJIN,” you gobsmacked, totally stunned by his nonchalance.

“What?” Still totally unbothered, except, you did start to notice a flush on his cheeks. “I find the idea really hot, and I love eating your pussy.”

Oh, for god’s sake. The sentiment was there you guessed, it was just the delivery was not. You ignored that to ask the real question. “You’ve never done it before?”

“No.” Oh. A bolt of excitement shot between your legs and it had nothing to do with his fingers. “Have you?”

“Yeah, like once or twice.” It had never really wowed you, but then again, the guy had just about known what a clit was.

You felt emptiness as Seokjin withdrew his hand, tugging on your wrist. “Come on, let’s do it.” He saw you hesitate and then hit you with the big guns. “I want to make you cum.”

How could you refuse that? You’d been practically begging him for the past ten minutes.

Soon after Seokjin was lying flat on his back on the reclined passenger’s seat. Your shorts slung over the steering wheel, bare and wet as you hovered over his face. He hooked his hands behind your thighs and dragged you down, kissing his way across the inside of one of your thighs.

That was something. You hadn’t actually kissed yet. Like mouth on mouth. The situation had never showed itself. Not that you wanted to by any means, it was definitely not needed… But the things his lips were doing to your skin right now had you rethinking that. You were starting to tremble – or maybe that was just because you were nervous. You didn’t get more intimate than this really. Looming over his face, vagina millimetres from his mouth.

You told yourself to keep quiet as you felt him finally swipe his tongue across wetness. Unable to look at him, you studied out the back window, trees and the moon your only view. Oh god. You had a sudden thought, panic seizing your body. “What if someone catches us? I’d never live it down.”

Seokjin came up for air, his voice making your eyes fall to his face. His lips and chin were wet. Fuck him for making you feel like jello. “We’re in the middle of nowhere. No one’s caught us before.”

“Yeah but–ohh…” You were instantly distracted, one of Seokjin’s fingers sliding inside of you as the other hand gripped your ass, nudging your forward. This time he sucked your clit between his lips, a bolt of pleasure shooting its way up your body.

He was determined, you gave him that. Grunting and muttering to himself as he worked out what was best, using your reactions as hints. You kept thinking to yourself, this was his first time doing this, and it just sent you faint. He was burying himself deeper into your folds, pushing a second finger into your entrance, and you wanted to enjoy yourself, you really did, but now all you could see was his hair.

“Are you okay down there?” You tried to joke, nudging your thigh against his head. No reply. Not even a grunt. “Seokjin?” He was definitely still alive at the moment, fingers still pumping, tongue laving, but… “If you’re suffocating please pinch my ass and let me kno–ahh!”

You shrieked as he lifted you up suddenly, pushing you back so he could pop his head out. “Will you quit talking,” he grumbled. “Jesus, you wanted this orgasm. Stop putting me off.”

You blinked slowly in shock. “Sorry.” Damn, he was really taking this seriously.

“Are you even enjoying it?”

“Yes,” you insisted. Fuck, you just needed to be honest. “It’s just...awkward.” You’d fucked a handful of times now, but that was way easier than this. For some reason, sitting on his face made you self-conscious. It kept distracting you from the pleasure.

Worry flashed across Jin’s face. “If you’re not into it we can stop?”

“No,” you rushed. “No, it’s not that it’s just... I’m just...” Ugh, just say it. “My vagina is literally on your face.”

He laughed then, genuinely amused. He took your ass in both hands and rolled the flesh. “Yeah, and I love it.”

You felt heat rise up to your face. How could a few simple words affect you so much? Damn him. You felt him playfully bite the inside of your left thigh – payback for the blowjob with teeth probably, and you looked down at him. He was grinning. “You drive me crazy. Both sexually and mentally.”

You tutted, but you couldn’t get annoyed, his words had melted you a little. If he was so into it then you guessed there was no need to care. The guy wanted a face full of your vagina, who were you to deny him?

“Don’t be nervous,” he told you, voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “It’s really hot.” You smiled at him. A silent thanks. “So, am I doing a good job?”

You scooted above his face again, your smile slowly turning into a grin. “Yes.”

His eyes sparkled, telling you he was grinning too. You just couldn’t see properly, but you could feel his tongue slipping past, curling against your sweet flesh. At the same time his wet hand slid down the curve of your ass, the two fingers back where they belonged. You gasped, sighing in pleasure as he used the tip of his tongue to circle your clit.

Your hips copied the movement and he pulled back with a smug smirk. “You can move a little. Take this pretty face for a ride.”

“Oh, my god,” you muttered at his shameless attitude. However, that did sound appealing… “I’ll lose my balance.”

He took one of your hands, pulling it to his hair. “Hold on,” he told you simply. “And the other one.”

Okay… Where had this come from? You obeyed of course, threading your fingers in his hair before he got back to work. Had he been thinking about this beforehand? Imagining it? That just turned you on even more, giving you the confidence to glide your hips over his face. Slowly at first, gently, matching the rolls of his tongue, but then his fingers started spreading you open, stretching you out, making obscene noises inside his tiny car, and all was lost.

It was his audible enjoyment that did it. You swore he was louder than you, moaning as you sped up, took charge, enjoying it when you tugged at the roots of hair. Soon you felt him lift his legs, planting his feet down as he held his tongue flat, letting you ride until your heart’s content, his nose catching your clit, sending sparks through your body.

You had the mild fear you might kill him, how would you explain that to the cops? Your family? His family? But then he jumped back to life, the moans falling from your throat impossible to ignore. He ate you out vigorously, messily, his own grunts making it even more enjoyable. With your clit between his lips again, your hips rocking into his fingers, you felt yourself push off the edge. Rocking through each wave of pleasure that came until you were sore and sensitive.

You fell back onto his stomach, a weak moan still audible as you stared straight at Seokjin. He craned his neck, panting loudly. “Holy shit, that was amazing,” he gaped. “You okay?”

You couldn’t reply. He just looked so good. Hair sticking in all directions, cheeks rosy, lips swollen – wet. His chin too, your arousal shining all over his face as the moonlight hit it.

You’d done that, and he’d enjoyed every single moment of it.

“Fuck. I finally made you speechless.”

Nope. He wasn’t going to brag about this. It knocked some sense into you. You attempted to kick him with your foot, using his knees as some sort of back rest. “Don’t get used to it.”

You watched him lift the neck of his t-shirt up, wiping his face off with the inside as he chuckled. Why was the sight of that so hot? You needed help. You made to get up, attempting to crawl into the front seat so he could sit up. You were getting cramped again. Car sex was annoying.

Your hand accidentally brushed against his dick. He whined. “I’m hard again.” He’d been so distracted he hadn’t even realised. He was still actually panting slightly.

“We’re not fucking,” you told him, wrestling back into your shorts. You needed to get home. You had a twenty minute drive back to look forward to. You swore he had to drive you halfway out of town to find somewhere safe.

“But—

“You can wait until next time. It won’t kill you.”

Seokjin sighed dramatically, cranking up the passenger’s seat now. You crawled over him as he made his way past the console, successfully swapping places without so much as a word of communication. “I hate you for making me so addicted. I’m googling sex positions for cars when I get back.”

“Cars can have sex?”

He looked your way, judging you hard. “If that was your attempt at being funny you need to work on it harder.”

You scoffed indigently. “Says you!”

He started the car, an annoying grin on his face. “Don’t be offended. Some of us are just born with natural wit.”

What a dick. You turned your head to look out the window, ignoring how uncomfortably your shorts were stuck to you. You couldn’t wait to shower when you got back. “Shut the fuck up and take me home,” you muttered.

Seokjin found that hilarious, his laugh tinkering in your ears as he took off. “No, but seriously, there’s got to be somehow we can fuck in here without crippling ourselves.”

He had a point. You looked at him again, his concentration on the dark roads until he turned to you quickly, full of ideas. “What if I purchase a tent?”

Oh god, what fresh hell…

Written 2020. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2020

#jin smut #bts smut #seokjin smut #fic:moam #floralseokjin:writings

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dangerouscommiesubversive · 3 years

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because i was a fool for loving her over you (and if i call i really hope you’ll call me ‘cause i’m not over you)

Fandom: Choujin Sentai Jetman

Characters: Tendou Ryuu, Yuki Gai, Rokumeikan Kaori, Hayasaka Ako

Song: “Empress,” Morningsiders (playlist here)

Note: Alternate title for this story is “The Jetman Trap (1992) starring Hayasaka Ako”

Directly following the defeat of the Vyram there are several days of frantic, exhausted reports and debriefings and meetings, some of which take place in hospital rooms where the various team members are receiving medical care, and then once those are done there is a month total, blissful peace. The Jetmen return to their homes to rest and recuperate. Raita is able to begin the spring planting, Ako to consider and then reject university entrance exams, Ryuu to mourn the second death of his first love, Gai to brush up on his saxophone in preparation for going back to his usual occupation, and Kaori to spend a day with her parents for the first time in ages. Perhaps they’ll be called upon to save the world again, but hopefully not.

At the end of that month, though, comes a strange moment of confluence as in a sumptuous mansion, in a mediocre bar, in a sparsely-decorated military apartment, three people find themselves staring into space and sighing heavily as they murmur, “Well, I screwed that up.”

---

Gai is there when Ryuu finally asks Kaori to dinner, and he’s mature enough by now to admit that it stings somewhat to hear, just as he’s still immature enough to find Ryuu’s gut-punched expression when she turns him down a little bit funny.

“Why?” Ryuu manages to stammer out after a moment, and then he visibly backpedals—“which is to say, of course if you don’t want to I respect that.”

She folds her arms across her chest. “Why now?”

“Well, I, I…I just realized that I’ve wasted so much time on obsessing over the past that I never actually gave…other options…any fair consideration. And because I like you, Kaori, you’re a dear friend, and I’d like to have dinner with you.”

“Well, I’m not interested in being your runner-up.” And that haughty little chin tilt, the one she doesn’t actually pull out too often, and Gai is trying not to eavesdrop, really he is, but she’s just so wonderful to watch when she decides to put the rich blood on. “Ask me again when you want me and aren’t just ‘giving me fair consideration,’” with a hand gesture that manages to indicate quotation marks while concealing how hurt she actually looks.

Then she leaves, and Ryuu stares after her until she’s out of sight before turning to Gai and saying, sounding bewildered, “I did something wrong there, didn’t I. You heard all that, right? Did I do something wrong there?”

Gai takes a sip of his drink—a soda water, he’s trying to drink less alcohol. “I think you might have messed up a little, yeah. Nobody likes to feel like they’re a fallback option.”

---

Ryuu is there when Kaori asks Gai to try meeting her parents again, and it’s a little painful to hear, but not as much as the hissing argument that it devolves into. Nothing that either of them says is untrue, but all of it is put unkindly, two injured people cutting further pieces out of each other in the hopes that it might make everything more even. He’s unexpectedly hurt by the realization that they slept together, probably more than once, even though they’re both mature adults and certainly didn’t need to consult him about it.

Of course, in the end, Gai is the one who stalks off, mouth tight and brow furrowed, and Ryuu almost chases after him—but that would mean leaving Kaori by herself. She stares after Gai for a moment, looking forlorn, and then turns and buries her face in Ryuu’s chest and bursts into tears. “I don’t know what I did wrong,” she sobs, and he pats her shoulder awkwardly and offers reassurances that he’s not sure he means.

“It’s all right,” he says, staring over her head in the direction Gai went and trying not to focus too much on the warmth of her body pressed up against his. “I’m sure you’ll get another chance to talk things out with him.”

---

Things are still very busy on the farm, so Raita’s not with them, but the other four meet up at a park as the weather starts to warm up. Ako and Kaori are sitting together sharing a thermos of tea and a basket of cookies while Ryuu and Gai play catch when Ako says, “So how are things with you guys?”

Kaori blinks down into her cup and says, carefully, “It’s a bit lonely without the team all together, but I’ve been doing well, thank you. How is school? You’re graduating soon, right?”

“I am, but you know that’s not what I was asking. How are things with you three. You and Ryuu and Gai.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh, don’t give me that, you totally know what I mean.” Ako shoves an entire cookie into her mouth, chews, swallows, and continues with her mouth still partially full. “Honestly if I didn’t already like girls better I think watching you three would have made me prefer them, guys just seem like a hassle.”

Kaori does not choke on her tea, but only through main force. “You like girls?”

“Don’t you? I mean, have you seen girls?”

“I…I suppose I’ve never considered it.”

“Huh. Well, anyway, girls are amazing, not the point, I’m worried about you guys. Which one of them do you actually like?”

Kaori doesn’t answer, she just stares down at her hands.

Ako’s eyes go wide. “Ohhh. It’s like that.”

“What, what do you mean, it’s like what?”

“Have Ryuu and Gai figured out that they’re in love yet or are they still being dumb boys about it?”

“Have—Ryuu and Gai are what?”

“Come on, you have to have noticed.”

Kaori looks over at where Ryuu and Gai have abandoned their game and are sprawled on the ground side by side, catching their breath. Their hands just barely touch, there in the grass, and. She knows. She does know. She’s known for ages now. She’s just been pretending not to, because it hurts to be certain that in the end she won’t ever be the one. But all she says is, “Oh.”

Ako nods, looking unwholesomely knowing for someone who’s not even out of high school, and eats another cookie.

---

“Hey,” Ako says over the phone, “can I introduce you to a friend of mine?”

Kaori thinks about it for a long, long moment, and then says, “Yes, I would like that.”

---

Ryuu says, “I don’t really think I’m ready to try to meet someone new yet, but…sure.”

---

Gai says, “My number isn’t listed, how did you even get it? Don’t answer that, I don’t want to know what you get up to. Yeah, why not.”

---

None of them quite process what she’s done to them until they’re all seated at the restaurant and a waiter is approaching with a telephone to inform them that they’ve received a call. Ryuu is the one who answers, and he doesn’t even start with a greeting, he just says, “Ako, I hope you can understand that I’m a little upset with you right now.”

“You’ll get over it,” she says cheerfully, her voice tinny through the phone receiver. “I hear that restaurant’s really nice, anyway, I hope you three have a good dinner!”

“Don’t hang up, Gai wants to speak to you.”

Gai takes the phone and says, in the most affectionate, big-brotherly voice he can summon, “Ako, you’re a horrible brat and the next time I see you I’m going to spank you because clearly your parents never did it enough.”

“I love you too, and you’ll have to catch me first. Is it Kaori’s turn to be mad at me now?”

Kaori does take the phone, but all does is say, stiffly, “Goodbye, Ako,” and then hang up, turning as she does to smile at the waiter (who is doing his best to not look interested) and say, “If we could have ice water, please, we’ll need a few minutes before we’re ready to order.”

An uncomfortable beat after the waiter leaves, in which they all keep glancing at each other and then looking away, before Ryuu said, “So are we ordering? Or are we all just leaving? Because I want to say we leave, but honestly I’m hungry.”

Gai pinches the bridge of his nose. “Lady’s choice, I guess. I need a drink, but I can get that anywhere.”

They turn to her, and she looks between the two of them, how they incline ever so slightly towards each other even as they’re also inclining towards her, and how could she choose? Even if she did want to separate them when they were clearly so perfect for each other, how could she pick one and leave the other?

Ako’s knowing voice echoes in her head. “Ohhh. It’s like that.”

Oh, says her heart. It’s like that.

She covers her face with her hands, not crying, because everything makes sense in a way that she’s not entirely prepared for and if she starts crying now then she may never stop. “I think,” she says into her palms, breath not hitching, she is speaking so evenly that they certainly won’t be able to tell how overwhelmed she is, “I think, I think we should order dinner, and I think we all need to talk.”

Ryuu and Gai both speak at the same time, and what they both say is, “Whatever you say, Kaori.”

---

“So that sounds like it went well,” Kyoko says, not looking up from where she’s hunting through her box of nail polish. “Which one of them threatened to spank you? Was it the hot one with the motorcycle? He seems like he’d be into that.”

“Kyoko!” Ako throws a pillow at her. “Don’t be gross, he didn’t even mean it like that.”

“What? I’m not saying I want him to spank me, I’m just saying he seems like that kind of guy. There we go.” She lifts a bottle of deep blue polish out of the box. “You want your fingers and toes to match, or do I need to find another color too?”

---

The next morning the phone in Ako’s little apartment rings, and when she picks it up, Gai just starts in with, “Look, threat rescinded, but don’t do that to me ever again.”

She giggles. “So did you have a nice time? I hope you were safe.”

Sputtering on the other end of the line. “You’ve got a dirty mind for a kid. Nothing happened. We talked.”

“All night? I can hear Kaori’s voice. And Ryuu’s. Who was in the middle?”

“Threat unrescinded, you’re going to catch it the next time I see you.” And in the background, Kaori’s joyful laughter, Ryuu asking where the coffee is, something muffled from Gai as he definitely covers the receiver for a moment, and then, “Thank you. Stay out of my love life from now on, you’re a nightmare.”

Ako says, “Love you too, Gai. Tell the other two I say hi,” and then drops the phone back onto its cradle. A moment to just grin smugly at nothing, and then she whirls around to shout, gleefully, “Kyoko! I didn’t screw it up!”

#tendou ryuu #yuki gai #rokumeikan kaori #hayasaka ako #fanfiction #30 day shuffle challenge

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annaktheslightlygay · 3 years

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The One Where She Closes the Door (pt. 2)

What happens if Beca never worked up the courage to ask Chloe how she felt, in her doorway at 12am. What if Chloe came to her door instead?

Dread filled Beca’s veins.

“Can we have a conversation?” Chloe said, shutting Beca’s door.

“My suitemates aren’t home,” Beca said, in response.

“Okay,” Chloe said with a little laugh. “Is that supposed to be an innuendo?” Beca watched as she went over to the bed. Beca stayed where she was, suddenly feeling like this room wasn’t possibly big enough for the both of them.

“It’s supposed to be a fact.”

“I see.” Chloe heaved herself onto Beca’s bed, settling down on the end with the pillows as she waited for the younger girl to join her.

“I- sorry,” Beca began. “Let me change.” Chloe had made some comments before on how it was Beca’s room, and how she could change whenever she wanted. Beca always felt like she wanted to run out of the room though, away from Chloe’s prying eyes– not because she felt uncomfortable, but because she knew the older girl would look at her, and she wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that. Still, Beca stayed in the room, pulling open the drawer near Chloe’s overhanging feet to grab a t-shirt.

“That’s a cool font.”

“Thanks,” said Beca, slowly, showing all of her teeth. Chloe tried not to compliment her, she’d noticed. Mostly just not in public, maybe behind closed doors was a whole different story. Beca gave the other girl a smile, as she pulled the shirt over her head, not bothering to take off the one underneath.

When Beca had gotten dressed this morning, she hadn’t been thinking of changing in front of Chloe. But Chloe, like she always did, said that she needed help on a class project that she simply couldn’t do by herself. Which like– to be fair– she couldn’t. It’s not like the Bella could film herself; she needed an extra pair of hands, and Beca was happy (okay, willing) to provide.

“I’m nervous, now,” Beca said as she pulled her hair out of her collar. “What did I do?”

Chloe simply shrugged.

“You’re not talking...” Beca said, struggling to get on the bed. Her natural inclination was to sit near her (she loved it when the two of them would touch, just a bit) but something about this conversation felt different. Beca scooted to the end of the bed, moving her body a bit to make sure she wouldn’t fall off the end.

Chloe smiled, and looked away.

“Is this something I should be nervous for–”

“I’m nervous, Beca,” Chloe interrupted. Beca’s ears perked up with that. Primarily because Chloe called her Beca and something about the way she used her name was so intimate, so real, though Beca had a hard time placing it. And second– because Chloe was nervous. Chloe was never nervous. Okay, she was– and Beca knew her tells (twisting her hair up and down, walking around the room, shaking her leg off the side of the bed, like she was doing now.) But Chloe hardly ever admitted to it. In fact, Beca didn’t think she’d ever heard Chloe admit it aloud. It made Beca sweat.

Despite her racing heart, Beca kind of knew what was coming. Or rather, she’d hoped the conversation that they were about to have was the one she’d been trying to start for the past week.

“It’s just me, dude,” Beca said, resisting to place her hand on the other girl’s thigh. “Don’t worry about it,” she reiterated, following her words with what she hoped was an easy smile. She could imitate a calm person when she needed to– she just hoped Chloe didn’t see her wipe her palms on her sheets.

“I– I think we need to talk,” Chloe started.

Is that not what we’re doing right now?

“I,” Chloe looked at Beca, who smiled. “I really want to kiss you.” Beca looked down, lips turning into a smile. She could not imitate a chill-and-totally-cool person at that. Still, she looked up at Chloe as she felt her breathing increase.

Chloe looked at her, eyes flicking down to her lips.

“Ughhhh,” Chloe let out a groan, falling forward, nearly into Beca’s lap. Beca placed her hand on the other girl’s head, smiling and laughing too.

God, this was awkward. Somehow, Beca couldn’t bring herself to respond. She just smiled as the other girl sat up.

“I just... this is really hard. I thought when I became your RA.. there’s just a power dynamic and I... don’t ever want to pressure you...”

“I don’t really see that. I mean- I know you’re my RA and stuff but when we’re hanging out, I just don’t see that. I don’t really see that until we have to do those awkward meetings with my roommates even though you’ve been over here every night this week...”

“You know I tried to get you out of that.”

Beca let out a little laugh. “Really?”

“Yeah, tried to schedule it when I knew you had another meeting going on. And yet, you still showed up.”

Beca laughed shaking her head. She remembered canceling her prior meeting. Any excuse to see you.

“God, I was so nervous to be your RA. I just– I didn’t know how to handle it.”

I think you were nervous to see me again.

“I don’t think that changes things– for me, at least.”

“I just never want to pressure you, and no offense, but we met when you were a freshman...”

“I’m technically a junior now, if that makes any difference.”

Chloe shook her head, smiling.

“It makes me nervous, too. Because between the two of us...” Chloe stopped, trying to word her point without offending the other girl. “I really bring up our average of innocence. Like is that fair to say?”

Beca’s face flushed a bright red. “Yes,” she practically grumbled. It was a bit of a sore subject, she had to admit. It wasn’t her fault no girl actually wanted to date her, so she brought nearly no experience to the table. Is that the dealbreaker?

“I have to admit... when I thought about what I want in a relationship, and what I saw in you...” Beca took a quick glance to her photographs on the wall, wanting to look anywhere but Chloe’s eyes. “Some things did align.” Not everything. Like the fact that you smoke, or that you think stealing is okay, or that you have to have the most attention on you of anyone in a room. But some things - like your passion for music (and for anything really,) your ability to work through your emotions...

“You keep saying the word ‘relationship’.”

Well saying I want to fuck you just seems a little bit crude.

“I am open to things that aren’t a relationship... I just.. I don’t know what I don’t know, ya know? Like I won’t know if I like things until I try them.”

“But emotionally...”

“I trust you,” Beca bagan. “I... don’t really know what I want to say yet. But just know I have a very positive reaction to this,” Beca said, with an attempt at a shy smile. Meanwhile, her brain was screaming: ‘ARE WE HAVING SEX? DO YOU WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH ME? I WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU. I THINK! UNLESS IT’S AWKWARD?’

“I uh, I haven’t been in a relationship since I was 17,” was the only thing Beca could manage to say.

“Yeah, but that’s not that long. Like what– senior year, and then you had a semester here before everything went to shit...” Chloe stopped. “And now we’re here. You know, for all I talk about in high school, I only had seven relationships.”

Beca deadpanned.

“But I’ve only had two in college. Unless you count that Bernie Sanders girl,” Chloe added.

That was the girl you stopped seeing right after you met me. (Beca didn’t want to read into things.)

“Plus, global pandemic,” Beca added. Chloe gave her a nod.

“Plus that.”

“I... I also don’t want to take that away from you, though. Like... they,” Chloe gestured to Beca’s wall, indicating her would be suitemates, “can’t know.” Would this be an awkward time to say that when I was mad at you/ the universe at the beginning of the semester that I told them you were my ex or no? Because I did? But I’m *pretty* sure they don’t care.

Beca chuckled nervously.

“I don’t want to take away you not being able to talk about your first relationship with a woman.”

“That’s fair,” Beca said.

“And the girls can’t know....” Chloe stopped, her body wiggling against the pillows. “I, again, I don’t know. This seems unfair.”

“I don’t know either, if that helps.” Chloe gave her a look like ‘it doesn’t, but thanks.’

“You just... you put your hand on my thigh...” Chloe started, a cheeky smile.

Oh god, I’m going to die.

“Sorry, I’m not going to say that I’m not obvious. You know that I like you.” It was Beca’s smoothest response yet.

“We barely knew each other when we left. And I– at the time– Aubrey told me that she liked me, too.”

Suddenly, all the Snapchats from the summer that Chloe sent from Aubrey’s bed were threatening to make Beca retroactively jealous. If there was such a thing.

“But she’s dating Stacie...”

“Yes, now she is.”

“I- in the summer,” Beca started. “I didn’t know how to feel. Fat Amy was always telling me that you liked me, that you had a crush on me, all those things. But I didn’t know how much of it was true, and how much of it was just Fat Amy being Fat Amy, you know?”

Chloe nodded. “I tend to have crushes on a lot of people, Beca.”

That hurt a bit, but at least it was honest.

“You make this hard, though, like I don’t know what to do.” There was a beat of silence, and Beca used it to look around the room, once again resisting Chloe’s eyes.

“I don’t know what to say.” Beca wished she could say something bolder. But right now she was just trying to process. “Do you... is there something you want me to say? Like something you want to ask?” Beca asked.

Read: I have no idea what this means or what to do now or how to end this conversation but just like know I’m really attracted to you and would fuck you if asked.

“No, I just... yeah,” came the response.

Beca couldn’t meet Chloe’s eyes; she glanced over to her desk instead.

Chloe followed her gaze, a bit amused. “What are you looking at?”

“I– nothing. I just wanted to know what time it was.” (It was barely 10 pm, and Beca knew this. She just needed something else to say.)

“Here,” Chloe hopped of the bed, and handed the younger girl her phone.

“Ten ohhh-five.” Beca said, reading the time like an idiot.

The bubble they’d created was nearly broken.

Chloe must have left the room at some point (no doubt somewhat of an awkward goodbye, on Beca’s part. Because all she remembers from that point onward was reeling for the rest of the night. She remembers waking up at 2am, and texting Jesse that she was freaking out. Then waking up at five and working on her mixes for the next 3 hours before class.

Somehow, she doesn’t know where she landed with Chloe– so she sends her ill-written text at 3pm the next day.

#for those of you following #this is how it just went down with me and my RA #i am... so confused.#please give me advice #we have not talked about it since #bechloe fanfic #mine #the one where she comes to the door #beca mitchell #chloe beale #pitch perfect #pitch perfect 2 #pitch perfect 3 #pitch perfect au #pitch perfect fan fiction #anna kendrick #brittany snow #college fanfic

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seeing you; kita shinsuke

masterlist

Kita was always known to look straight ahead and never let his guard down. Being the team captain of Inarizaki, of course he’s like that. He never gets distracted by the twins’ shenanigans, Aran’s comments, or Suna trying to convince him to buy a snack.

Kita is just like that. But despite being like that, he can’t help but stare and look at you every time you walk by him. It’s almost like he’s put under a spell as soon as you’re in the same area as him.

look

The first time he let his guard down was when he was walking to his next class, staring straight ahead, not bothering to even turn his attention to any of the younger girls staring at him. But all of a sudden, for the first time in his life, his eyes drifted towards you as you walked past him.

For the split second you guys were next to each other as you both walked to your next classes, Kita looked at you. His eyes widened a bit when he laid his eyes on you and he stopped in the middle of the hallway just to watch you walk away.

Even though it was barely a second when you guys passed by each other, Kita found you so stunning.

As the bell rang indicating that the next class was starting, Kita hurried off to his class as he wondered who was that stunning girl he laid eyes on.

distracted

Like I said before, Kita was put under a spell every time you were in the same area as him. Usually, nothing ever got in his way when he was discussing something with Aran or anyone else. He’d usually wouldn’t let anyone distract him from the conversation cause he thinks it’s proper to do so.

Aran being used to Kita’s ways, he was surprised when Kita suddenly stopped talking mid- conversation.

“Oh yeah, do you know who broke the jersey rack in the storage room? I tried asking the twins if they did it but they..” Kita’s words drift off as he watches you walk by once again. Kita and Aran usually go outside for lunch so Kita was thrown off when you walked out of the building and made your way towards the vending machine.

Kita swallows the lump in his throat and looks back at Aran to continue talking, but he’s too distracted by you, looking over at you every second and getting his words twisted.

“What were you talking about again?” Kita asks Aran.

Aran freezes, about to take a bite of his sandwich he puts his sandwich down and says “You were talking to me about something, Kita.”

Kita’s face turns red from embarrassment. “Oh. I was. What was I talking about?”

Aran raises his eyebrows and just observes Kita for a second. When he watches Kita look away again, he turns over to your direction and realization strikes him. He looks back at Kita. “Do you know her?”

“Hm?” Kita looks back at Aran, not processing a word he said.

“I asked if you knew her. You seem to keep looking at her.”

“Huh? I don’t know. I’ve never seen her before so I was just wondering who she was.”

“Interesting.” Aran nods his head, continuing to eat his sandwich. ‘Weird. Kita usually doesn’t care about who is who.’

Meanwhile Kita has been observing you ever since you walked in the same courtyard as him and Aran.

He observed you as you walked up to the machine and stood in front of it, deciding which drink you should get today. Kita noticed you shiver as the wind blew shortly and he had a sudden urge to give you his jacket. During the time when Aran asked him if he knew you, you already got your drink and began to have a sip.

Kita almost smiled when he saw the look of happiness as you enjoyed your drink. Almost. Soon, you went back inside the school and Kita was back from his trance.

“So, um..” Kita starts talking again. “Do you know who broke the jersey rack?”

stare

It’s the end of morning practice and Kita is lecturing the twins about the broken jersey rack when Aran, who was late to morning practice, walks in the gym.

Kita crosses his arms. “Why weren’t you at practice?”

“Listen, you shouldn’t be scolding me because I skipped practice just for you.”

“For me?”

“Yes. I found out the name of that girl you kept staring at the other day at lunch.”

Kita’s face immediately flushes and the 2nd years come rushing towards Kita.

“Girl? Kita was staring at a girl? Was she pretty, Kita-san? Is that why?” Atsumu teases Kita, nudging him playfully.

“Shut up, Miya. Why did you find out the name of the girl, Aran? It’s not a big deal.”

“You said you’ve never seen her before so that’s why you kept glancing at her. So, I found out her name, she’s actually in one of my classes. Her name is Y/n.”

Kita nods his head. “Okay.”

“You gonna make a move now that you know her name, Kita-san?” Osamu says. “I wonder what she looks like. She must be extremely pretty enough to catch Kita-san’s attention.”

“Wow, Kita-san actually has a crush on someone? I thought I would never see this day.” Suna adds on to the conversation.

Atsumu nods his head and asks “Can you show us what she looks like, Kita-san?”

Kita sighs hearing the 2nd years’ comments. “No. I’m going to head to class now. Bye.”

Before Kita leaves the gym, an idea pops into Atsumu’s head. “Hey, Kita-san, wanna help pass out flyers for team manager at lunch later?”

Kita looks back at Atsumu. “Alright.”

When Kita turns back around, Atsumu looks at Aran and makes hand signals. Aran tilts his head. Atsumu sighs and points at Kita then points at the flyers, making sure to point out the word ‘manager’.

Aran nods his head finally understanding what Atsumu is trying to say—this time being the only time he’s siding with the 2nd years and not Kita.

***

“Kita-san, over here!” Atsumu exclaims, waving when he sees Kita from across the lunch room.

Kita walks over to Atsumu, looking at the pile of flyers in his hands. “It looks like you’ve handed out plenty of flyers.”

“Yeah. A lot of girls came up to talk to me and I just gave them the flyer. Let’s go near the courtyard, it seems like no one in the cafeteria is interested.”

“Alright.” Kita replies. “Where is Aran?”

“He’s passing some flyers out in the hallway with Suna and Samu.”

Kita nods his head and quietly walks with Atsumu to the courtyard, clueless about their little plan to figure out who the mystery girl is.

Meanwhile in the hallways of Inarizaki:

“Flyers, come get your flyers.” Suna says in a monotone voice.

Osamu rolls his eyes at Suna. “No one wants to be our manager with your enthusiasm, Suna.”

“Exactly and you’re not even specifying what type of flyers they are—you need to tell them these are flyers to be team manager for Inarizaki, Suna.” Aran says.

“I don’t really care, I’m only here to see the girl Kita-san likes. I would be playing on my phone right now if he didn’t have a crush on someone.”

Osamu looks at Aran. “You know what the girl looks like, right?”

“Yeah. If she’s not here in the hallway then she could be in the cafeteria or the courtyard. If I see her here, we’re going to direct her towards the courtyard because that’s where Kita is, okay?”

Osamu and Suna nod their heads and continue to pass out the flyers while Aran keeps an eye out for Kita’s mystery girl, aka you. Later, when Aran turns to check on Suna to see if he’s attracting any people, he suddenly barges in their conversation.

“Oh, hello, do you want to be the manager of the volleyball club?”

Suna looks at Aran and squints at him, a bit annoyed that he butted in their conversation. “This is my client, Aran-kun.”

“Well this client..” Aran says, putting an emphasis on the word ‘client’ in hopes that Suna will see this is the mystery girl. “Seems very interested in becoming the manager for our club.”

“Yes, she is very interested.” Suna still doesn’t get it.

Osamu sighs and grabs the hood of Suna’s hoodie and pulls him back, letting Aran do the talking. Osamu whispers to him. “You dumbass, she’s clearly the one.”

“Ohhh.” Suna whispers back, looking back at you.

“So, are you interested in becoming the manager?” Aran asks you.

You nod your head. “Yep. I need to do some extra activities after school and it seems like you guys are looking for a manager so why not.”

“Okay, okay. If you’re really interested and invested, I suggest you try talking to the captain of the volleyball team, Kita Shinsuke. He should be over by the courtyard with someone who looks like him.” Aran points at Osamu.

“Oh okay. Thank you.” You thank Aran as you make your way towards the courtyard.

After you walk away, Aran begins yelling at Suna as Osamu bickers with Aran about saying that he and Atsumu look alike even though they are twins. Aran couldn’t be happier that he found you sooner because he couldn’t take it anymore with Osamu and Suna’s logic.

Back to the courtyard:

After handing out all the fliers and talking to all the people willing to be manager, Kita sits next to Atsumu on the bench. “All the fliers have been handed out.”

Atsumu looks at Kita’s hands to see he has no fliers left and frowns. ‘What if the girl comes and we have no more fliers? Have we seen the girl yet? I haven’t seen a different reaction from Kita as he talked to all the other people who wanted to be manager.’

“Excuse me?”

Kita and Atsumu look at the voice in sync.

One thing they don’t do in sync is blush.

“Hello.” Atsumu says, not knowing that you’re the mystery girl.

Kita forgets his position as captain of the team and doesn’t respond, too busy staring at you.

“Um, one of the players on the volleyball team said I should speak with the captain of the team for the position of manager. He told me the captain should be with someone who looks like you, I’m guessing you’re the twin and you’re the captain...” Your gaze shifts to Kita.

Atsumu looks at Kita, waiting for him to say something, but Kita simply just stares. Atsumu puts the pieces together though when he notices the tint of pink spread on Kita’s cheeks and ears. He steps on Kita’s foot, ignoring the fact he’ll be scolded because of it later, and snaps Kita out of his trance.

Kita glares at Atsumu and stands up to face you.

“Um, yes, I’m the captain.” Kita says. It’s ironic how Kita’s eyes quickly move to the ground as his eyes meet yours because all he’s been doing is staring at you since you arrived. “So, you want to be manager for the team?”

“Yep. Your teammate said I should come to you to talk about the position.”

Instantly Kita knew that they set him up and all he wanted to do was kick them, but how could he if there was an absolute angel right in front of him. Also...

“Okay.. um..” He does not know what to say. Usually, he does but you have that effect on him.

Atsumu uses this chance to jump in. “You guys should talk about it at his place.”

“M-My place?” Kita stutters.

Atsumu grins. “Yes. Teach her about the team, manager basics, all that stuff.”

“Um..” Kita looks at you, seeing how you feel about that idea.

“I’m okay with that.”

***

Kita has never thought of killing someone in his life, but right now, he really wants to kill Miya Atsumu as he awkwardly sits across from you in his living room.

He already managed to explain how being the manager works, what you have to do, and everyone on the team. All that’s left is filling out papers.

You glance away from your papers and look at Kita. “Am I doing this right?”

Kita nods his head.

“Oh okay. You just keep staring at me so I thought I wasn’t doing it right.”

Kita really wants to kill Atsumu now for putting him in this position. “Oh, sorry. I’m just watching.”

You nod your head and continue filling out the papers.

‘Stop staring.’ Kita tells himself in his head, trying to focus on something else other than you. He’s lucky his grandma isn’t around today or else he would’ve been even more embarrassed.

“So, Kita, tell me about yourself. You’ve told me about everyone else on the team except you.”

“Um.. I don’t know.” Kita stares down at his hands.

“You don’t know?” You ask. Kita nods his head. You laugh and Kita looks up immediately when he hears your laughter. “I guess I’ll have to find out about you myself, huh?”

Poor Kita can’t process what you just said when you laughed right in front of him. He just nods his head as he continues to take in the sight of you as you continue talking.

And honestly, when you smiled right there, he was kinda glad you became their manager.

glance

“Miya’s! Wrap it up now! We’re trying to close up the gym, but you two keep throwing the balls everywhere!” Aran calls out to the energetic twins.

“Okay! One more!”

“That’s what you said last time!” Aran exclaims, marching towards them to scold them.

Kita scans around the gym, making sure everything else is nice and orderly. Then, he sees you. “Y/n, you know you don’t have to stay when we’re cleaning up, right? You could’ve left as soon as practice finished.”

“No, it’s okay. You guys must be tired from all the practicing, so I thought I should stay to help. The twins don’t seem tired though.”

Kita shakes his head. “They’re never tired.”

You suddenly call out to the twins. “Atsumu! Osamu! Pack it up now! Suna has already left and you two are still going at it! Suna might have to be my favorite second year!”

“What?! That’s not fair! Suna only went home early to catch up on his show!” Atsumu whines.

As you continue to trick the twins into stopping their practice, Kita stares at you—biting his inner cheek to stop himself from smiling at you. He thinks it’s cute that you’re trying to stop the twins by mentioning your favorite because he knows you’ll catch their attention that way.

You turn to look at Kita and he quickly turns his attention to the twins to hide the fact that he was looking at you. This is how Kita is like the first few weeks when you become manager. Still being too shy to properly look you in the eye and talk, he just glances at you from time to time.

“They’re packing up now.” You say to him, watching them pack up.

“Yeah, they are. They love attention, huh?”

You laugh. Kita glances at you. “Especially Atsumu.”

Kita smiles. “Especially Atsumu.”

Osamu nudges Atsumu. “Look at Kita-san.”

Atsumu looks at Kita. “You can see the hearts in his eyes when he looks at Y/n. So obvious.”

“Definitely. Very obvious.”

“You think he’s gonna walk her home? It’s pretty late now.”

“It’s late because you two keep practicing.” Aran says.

“It’s a part of the plan.”

“Yeah, our late practicing is part of the plan to get them together. It’s a win-win situation. We get to play more and Kita gets Y/n. Easy.” Atsumu smirks.

“Very easy.”

Aran rolls his eyes. “Whatever.”

“Hey, Y/n, as much as I love you as our manager, me and Samu have to stop by the market so we can’t walk you home. Aran is busy too, right?”

Aran nods his head. “Right.”

“So, Kita-san, do you mind walking Y/n home today? Please?” Osamu says with his puppy eyes.

“Not the puppy eyes.” Aran mumbles. Osamu hears him and glares at him.

“Um, sure.” Kita replies.

“Oh, you don’t have to. You probably wanna get home right away so I can walk myself.” You say.

“No, it’s okay. It’s pretty late and who knows who could be out this late at night.”

“Okay, you two should get going then! The earlier Y/n gets home, the better!” Atsumu smiles at you two.

‘Oh. I see. Another one of their plans.’

The twins’ plan may turn out well in their heads, but in reality, nothing much happens. It’s mainly small talk and awkward silences as Kita walks you home.

“Oh, look. The moon is out tonight.”

Kita looks up at the sky. “Yeah. It’s bright.”

“Yeah. It’s pretty.”

Kita looks around the street you both are walking in. “You live around here?”

“Not really. This is just on the way. Why?”

“It’s very dark around here and there’s a bunch of alleyways. Do you usually walk home alone?”

“Yeah, usually. If the twins aren’t walking me home then yeah, I usually go alone.”

“If the twins are busy, you can ask me or Aran. It’s kinda scary to walk home alone around here.”

You smile. “Okay.” You look up at the sky again to gaze at the moon. “The moon is so pretty.”

Kita looks at the moon again, but his eyes travel to you. The pretty moon is right there, but he still glances at you. There really is hearts in his eyes for you.

focus

It’s been almost a month or two since you became the manager for the Inarizaki volleyball club. That means, you got to know more about Kita and Kita has become less shy around you.

Don’t get it wrong though, he is definitely still shy around you.

Especially when his teammates put him in situations where you two have to talk together—he still gets flustered but, he can talk to you without getting lost in that trance.

“Kita, seriously, you need to listen.” You say, taking back the flashcards from his hand. “I agreed to help you study, not play around like this.”

“But math is so boring..” Kita groans as he tries to take the cards away from you again. “Plus, I already know how to do this anyways.”

“If you already knew how to do this, you wouldn’t have invited me over, so let’s just do some problems.” You hide the flash cards behind your back. “You’re so playful today, huh.”

‘You’re just too pretty today.’

Kita frowns and tries to retrieve the cards, moving closer to grab them behind your back. He glances at you as his hand moves towards the cards and he freezes seeing how close he’s gotten to you.

You bring the cards from behind your back up in front of you two, holding it out in front of him so he can take it. He looks down at the cards then looks back at you.

“If you want these you have to focus, okay?”

Kita reaches out to grab the cards, but he changes his mind and pushes them away, moving closer to you.

“I am focusing.”

“No you’re not, Kita.” You say, trying to be serious, but when his hand runs up from your thigh to your waist—for once, he has you in a trance.

“I'm focusing on you, Y/n..” Kita whispers as he softly places one kiss on your lips. He looks into your eyes and your heart skips a beat when you notice the look in his eyes. “You know I can’t focus when I’m around you, Y/n.”

As you feel your cheeks heat up and your heart flutter, your hands slowly travel from his chest to his shoulders to around his neck before you kiss him over and over. Kita would’ve never known until today that he had some effect on you too.

He lays you down on the couch, occasionally taking his lips off yours to give you kisses on your cheek and neck. You tug at his shirt and call out his name when he bites and sucks down on your neck.

With the tension in the room, you both definitely would’ve gone further if it wasn’t for the sudden doorbell. Kita immediately detaches his lips from you and looks towards the door. He frowns wondering who could be at his door.

“I’m gonna get it.” Kita says to you. You nod your head and Kita gets off the couch to answer the door. When Kita opens the door and sees who it is, he immediately wants to shut the door. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We wanted to pay you a visit, Kita-san. We all agreed that we should gather up and come to your place to talk to you about how you’re going to confess to Y/n. We have a plan we already discussed in a groupchat and now we just need to tell you.”

Kita stares deadly at him. “Leave.”

“Kita-san, cmon, you have to make a move at some point..” Atsumu blabbers on and on, not knowing you’re in the living room.

Suna and Osamu take off their shoes and make their way inside. “Kita-san, we’re going to get some of those nice apples you have, if you don’t mind.”

Before Kita can even answer Suna, Atsumu is too busy giving him “tips”. Kita glares at Atsumu, pushing him out the door. “You need to leave, Atsumu.”

As Atsumu tries to convince Kita to let him inside, Osamu comes running back to the front door. “Kita-san is right, Tsumu. We need to leave.”

“Why? Is Granny here? She’s back from her trip?”

“No, Tsumu. Let’s just leave if we want to see another day of our lives again.”

“Alright, fine. Where’s Suna?”

“Here. Look who was sitting on the couch.” Suna drags you towards the front door. He points at the mark on your neck. “Look, there’s something there. I wonder what that is, Atsumu.”

Atsumu squints at Suna. “I don’t understand why you’re saying my name, clearly, Kita-san gave her that mark- wait, Kita-san, you…?”

“You get it now, dumbo?” Suna says as he flicks Atsumu’s forehead. “That’s probably why Kita-san wasn’t answering the groupchat, he was too busy getting ready to rearrange her guts—we probably ruined the mood for them.”

“Suna.” Kita is about to kill the three of them right now.

“What? I’m just telling Atsumu what I warned him about earlier. I knew something was up when you both weren’t answering my texts, but Atsumu over here wanted to make a trip all the way to your house.” Suna simply says as he bites into the apple he took from the kitchen.

“Kita-san, I am very sorry, please spare me.” Atsumu says, getting on his knees and apologizing.

Kita sighs and looks at you. You smile seeing the same annoyed face he usually has when the 2nd years are at it again. Kita sighs and looks back at the 2nd years. “Leave.” He says.

“But, Kita-san-“

“Don’t push it, Tsumu! Sorry, Kita-san. We’ll go now, see you at school.” Osamu says as he drags Atsumu and Suna out of the house.

Kita closes the door and turns around, staring straight at you. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to leave a mark.”

You laugh. “It’s okay. Just get ready for Atsumu telling everyone on the team.”

Kita groans. “I can't wait.”

You laugh at him being sarcastic and grab his hand, leading him to the kitchen. “I wanna try those apples Suna was talking about.”

Kita doesn’t say anything, smiling as you drag him around his house, trying to find the delicious apples.

“Stop staring at me while I eat.” You say, chewing on the apple that you finally found.

“Sorry. You’re pretty. I always can’t help but stare at you.”

You blush. “You’re such a heartthrob, huh?”

Kita tilts his head.

“Everyone in the school has a crush on the boys from the volleyball team—that includes you, Kita.”

Kita never thinks about all the people who have a crush on him, but now he’s hoping you were one of those people who had a crush on him. “Are you included when you say ‘everyone in the school has a crush on the volleyball team’?”

“Yes.” You decide to tease him. “But it’s not you.”

Kita frowns. “Wow.”

“I’m just kidding!” You quickly say as Kita walks away, wrapping your arms around him. “I like you, Shinsuke.”

Kita smiles hearing your confession. “I like you too, Y/n.”

“Since when?” You ask.

Kita pulls your arms so they wrap around him tighter and says, “Since I first saw you.”

“Oh, so when I came to you to be volleyball manager.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I saw you awhile before that. I first saw you in the hallways to my next class and you caught my eye.”

“Really?” You’re currently freaking out right now. You developed a liking to Kita as soon as you joined the team as manager. You found it attractive the way he always keeps the team together and handles everything like a true captain. He’s also kind, smart, and handsome.

But you’re freaking out over the fact that he liked you even before you became manager.

“Yeah. After I saw you in that hallway, I could never stop seeing you after. I saw you in the courtyard soon after and then you came up to me to be team manager. And now I see you everyday because you’re our manager.”

“I’m happy that you like me.” You hug him even tighter than you already are.

“I’m happy too.” Kita replies with a smile that you can't see since you’re facing his back, but you both know the two of you are smiling so hard.

Kita was always known for never letting his guard down, but he knows that what’s happening right now between you two, was because he saw you.

end. 4,368 words.

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mrsrcbinscn · 3 years

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[Past] Franny Sor’s 1 hour set at a bar in Downtown Nashville, February 24, 1999

hi i’m in my feelings so have this silly hc piece. It’s a mix of a oneshot and just a list really.

I hc this is the gig that Franny met Cornelius at, but I left all the other details about him vague ^_^

cover versions of the songs are linked for general vibe

so anyway someone come write my cornelius lmao<3

The 9 PM time slot at The Whiskey Hive on Broadway was a coveted one, a surefire moneymaker. Franny, wonderin’ how in the hell she was ever going to pay for her next semester, let alone her next three years at Belmont, jumped at the opportunity to take it when the original singer cancelled at 4:30. Lucky thing she lived on campus and could easily make it in time -- even with guitar and banjo in tow.

Pete the talent manager always called Franny first or nearly-first when he had an open slot. She didn’t usually get the best time slots. She was barely nineteen, new in town, not like these other people who have been songwriting in Nashville for over a decade, and there was a sense of seniority in these circles. Franny could tell Pete was giving her a chance to earn her way into the 8-10 PM time slots and there was no way in hell she way blowing it.

That of course meant there was only one song from her repertoire she could possibly open with...Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me by Linda Ronstadt of course! If Franny ever needed an ‘impress a crowd free’ song, she only needed to whip Linda Ronstadt out of her back pocket. It also didn’t hurt that Terri Clark had recently brought the song back to the attention of country music fans with her cover of it.

“Let’s give a big Whiskey Hive welcome to little miss Franny Sor, a freshman here at Belmont University, all the way from Payne Lake, Georgia!” Pete said into his microphone before turning it off and nodding to Franny to begin.

The crowd applauded between eating and drinking their beers and cocktails, and Franny idly played a few chords to get some background noise goin’ as she introduced herself.

“Hey y’all! Like Pete said, I’m Franny Sor, I live here in Nashville and I’m a music studies student and songwriter. We’re gonna start tonight with a little Linda Ronstadt.”

The crowd, mostly the thirty-five-and-older folks, applauded, and Franny began her acoustic rendition of Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me.

“Thank y’all so much! Now, if there’s anything you want to hear at any point in the next hour, just let me know, I love requests. And if you like what you hear, feel free to drop some change in the tip buckets, it helps keep me here in Nashville, put gas in my car, buy my cat wet food. You know, the essentials.”

She went right into Roseanne Cash’s Seven Year Ache, trying not to notice the young man at the bar, probably about three or four years older than her, who met her eye a few times and seemed to be fishin’ for his wallet.

A few folks dropped some tips in the bucker, including the handsome young man alone at the bar.

“Thank you, thank you! And where are you from, sir?” Franny asked, figuring now was a good opportunity for crowd engagement.

The man startled, clearly not one comfortable with being put on the spot, but answered her with a nervous smile.

“Ohhh, I’ve always wanted to go there. Cool accent! What brings you to Nashville? What’s your name?”

“I’m living here for work right now. Uh, Cornelius.”

“What kinda music do you like, Cornelius? I can play anythin’. Rock, pop, country, bluegrass.”

He blinked, almost as if he forgot what music was, let alone what he liked. After a beat, he stuttered out, “Um- a- an-an original?”

Good Lord, the squeak that came out of Franny’s mouth. “That’s the first time anybody’s ever requested an original! I’m very excited about this song I just wrote. To keep a very long story offensively short, my mother came to the United States in 1979 as a refugee from Cambodia. She was separated from her entire family during the conflict there, and didn’t even know that my grandmother was still alive until I was nine. I wrote this song over Christmas break, when my grandmother visited from Cambodia and my brothers and I got to meet her. This song is to my mother, from my grandmother’s perspective. I promise I’ll play a fun song after this one.”

That at least got some laughter from the audience.

She set her guitar down, picked up her banjo, and played Oh, Sophia, a song she wrote.

“I promise y’all, if I ever write a happy little love song, y’all will be the first to know,” Franny joked as she switched out her banjo for her guitar again. “It’s just that ain’t no guy I’ve gone with has been love song material. Hey, Cornelius, if you know any guys worth writin’ a love song about, you call me, eh?”

Franny hopped up on her tippy toes to look out at a table where a family with a cute little girl was sitting. “What about y’all, with the little girl in pigtails? Where’re you from?”

“San Francisco! Exciting! What brings you to Nashville?”

“Vacation!”

“You came to the right place, I love this little city. What kind of music do you wanna hear?”

“Know any Roger Miller?” Asked the husband.

Franny giggled, then smirked. “Of course I do! Roger Miller’s some of my favorite songwriting in country music. Do you like Kansas City Star?”

She reached down into her guitar case and brandished a tambourine, which she promptly put her foot through on the floor to use to keep time as she played her cover of Kansas City Star.

Franny did her very, very, damned best not to make eye contact with Cornelius with the accent again, but she couldn’t help it. He was the only person in the place lookin’ at her like she wasn’t just background noise.

"Is anybody else here from Georgia tonight? Or just me. Anybody from Georgia?”

A bachelorette party toward the back WOOOOOO’d and Franny immediately regretted asking.

“For real? Where at?”

“Marietta!”

“Y’all like Reba?” More WOOOOOOs from the girls.

Franny gently slid her tambourine to the side with her foot and got ready to bang out The Night The Lights Went Out in Georgia. If she could get the energy in the room nice and up with Reba, then she could probably play the song she’d been dying to play all hour.

Her eyes kept darting toward Cornelius at the bar, still sipping the same beer he’d started the hour with. At least he ordered food too. Bartender probably wouldn’t be too pissed as long as he tipped good. Judging by the twenty he dropped in Franny’s tip bucket, he should.

It wasn’t just the fact she made good money off of him -- he was just. Listening to her. People didn’t do that here, not really.

As she finished, the crowd applauded for the performance she gave on that song. Turns out going for a tough song pays off...if you got the skills to back it up.

“This is one of my favorite songs, and I don’t get to play it often. Ain’t really country, but I really want to play it. Is that all right with y’all?” Franny asked the crowd, who, on account of being thoroughly entertained at this point, cheered.

She set her banjo down and picked her guitar back up, and picked out the first few notes of Angel of The Morning.

It was a risk, but the bar seemed to like her well enough to go for it. Was it a great bar song? Eh, no. But did Franny believe her vocal performance could make up for that? For sure.

And lookit that, a gentleman at a table in the middle stood out of his seat to applaud her! Ha!

“Y’all wanna hear a girl do Hank Williams?” Franny joked, and at the applause and whoops, she said, “Gimme a song, any Hank song, c’mon!”

“Lovesick Blues!”

“You wanna hear Lovesick Blues? And where are you from?”

“Calgary!”

“Canada! Well, welcome to Nashville. Here’s Lovesick Blues for ya, Canada.”

Country fans always did find it impressive when she could country yodel into a Hank song.

As she considered what exactly to whip out next, someone shouted, “Tammy Wynette!” and Franny zeroed in on that request.

“Which song?”

“Stand By Your Man!”

“Alright folks, heeeere’s Stand By Your Man by the legend herself.”

Franny personally didn’t adore the song -- she thought it gave men’s shitty behavior a pass. But it was a classic, and to make it in music, you gotta know the classics.

“Does anybody here like Alanis Morisette? I know, I know, it’s not country...I told y’all! I like everything. I’m a teenage girl in 1999, of course Alanis Morisette speaks to my soul.”

She very pointedly was not looking at cute-Cornelius-at-the-bar as she sang Head Over Feet, lest she catch nerves and butterflies. Even as she noticed him get up out of the corner of her eye and drop another bank note into the tip bucket.

“What do y’all wanna hear for the grand finale? Old country, new country, pop, rock...? What about you, Mr. Cornelius-from-[redacted]?”

“New country! I, uh, actually could use some educating on it. About it. Country.”

Franny smiled and readied her fingers on the right frets for the first chord. “Great! We’ll wrap up our time together with some Mark Chestnutt.”

It’s A Little Too Late was a goddamn blast to play, so why not?

Franny hopped off the stage and sped through counting her tips, in hopes of catching Cornelius before he left to chat him up more. What? He was cute, had a cool accent, and tipped her well. May as well say hello...

#&&...hc #r: love of my life

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angeltrapz · 3 years

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helo beloved mutual connor, im sorry ur goin thru it rn but i come bearing asks n a heart emoji (💗): bcuz i have had this thought floatin around for a lil bit, wld love 2 hear ur takes on an Adam/Eric/Mallick (+ Art too if u want!) road trip vacation! how long wld they go, do they get motels or camp or just sleep in th car? whats everyone's favorite road trip snack? what sorta shit do they like 2 stop for? (weird tourist traps like giant balls of yarn etc, small town main street stores, cool looking restaurants, nature sites, Actual Destinations, so on n so forth!)

fjkdsd thank u beloved mutual adam,,, <3

ohhh I love tht idea!! road trip fics/hcs are one of my weaknesses,,

but um!! I rly like the idea of th four of them going camping a few hours up north!! (we... don't rly know where. SAW is set so just. imagine a vaguely rural campground lmao. I'm used to camping in th upper peninsula of MI so) it's smth tht Art did a lot w his family when he was growing up, so he's th most familiar w it - Eric went a few times as a kid too, Mallick went Once, n Adam has never rly been camping, w his family or otherwise (he's slept on a trampoline at one of his friends' houses once tho). Art is p excited abt it tbh, it's not exactly smth he gets 2 do often so he's got this whole list planned of things he wants 2 show them!!

it's easiest 2 just take a week in late August, bc they can head back home on a Friday n have the weekend to settle n readjust b4 th coming week + they have to go back 2 work. so they head out around ten on a Monday morning 2 kind of get ahead of th traffic (or at least try to). Art drives both bc he insists and bc he knows they can switch if he needs to, which he does later w Eric. it's a good couple hours (at least 3) b4 they get 2 th campground Art wants to take them to, so clearly it is Music Time + Adam made sure 2 bring CDs! a lot of that time is just spent vibing 2 th music and singing very, very loudly (ESP on Adam + Mallick's end). Art's up front like u three are so fucking goofy (affectionate), but eventually he starts singing too lmao.

Mallick starts th Colour Game, where they try 2 find a car fr every colour of th rainbow. it's smth Eric is familiar w as well bc he used 2 play it w Daniel sometimes, and it's good until they come to purple bc how often do u see purple cars??? so Adam's just like "we're not gonna find pink either" n tht's when this fucking pink pickup truck (noticeably spray-painted, + not done well) passes them n Adam just groans n thumps his head against th window. Mallick is like, trying rly hard not to laugh by pressing a hand over his mouth + Art is biting his lip, but Eric is very openly cackling bc "u see what happens when u assume???" (he gets a very light slap 2 th shoulder but it's still very gentle)

ANYWAY. favourite snacks!! Adam can eat Way Too Many Sour Patch Kids. sour anything, actually, as long as it's candy. yes his tongue hurts and no he doesn't regret it. Eric just gets goldfish bc he tends 2 get a lil carsick + bc it's a food tht's familiar n comforting, n he doesn't rly want 2 be eating anything Too heavy (he's up front w Art, so he can sit by a window in case he needs some fresh air at any point). Mallick likes m&m's, but he switches fr cheez-its every once in a while bc he can only eat so much chocolate. Art likes those peanut-butter filled pretzel bites! he's also partial 2 animal crackers tho. they also bring a good amount of snacks/things they can b sure th four of them like, bc yeah there's a lil store abt a half hour away frm their campsite + they can go there to pick up things if they need 2, but it's easier 2 bring things they like, too. (there's also a mcdonald's in tht town n. they do go there at LEAST twice.)

th campsite they stay at has a lake + a beach, n one of Art + Adam's fave things 2 do is walk along it to see if they can find anything interesting! Mallick goes sometimes too, but mostly he stays w Eric bc Eric can't do tht fr as long as Adam + Art can (not tht he's resentful of it tho). he n Mallick chill on th beach w a blanket (it's kind of like. not necessarily sandy?) n just kinda sit against/lay on each other n read sometimes. Adam + Art come back 2 where they're set up to find them sleeping n Adam has never been more thankful he thought 2 bring his camera!!

on th second day Art + Mallick want 2 go swimming, so th four of them come back out to th beach, but Adam stays out of th water + Eric stays w him. they both know th water will be cold, even if it's late summer, n Adam rly doesn't like being in cold water ESP if it's over his head/he can't touch th bottom. fr Eric th cold can b kind of painful, so they chill n walk along th beach fr a little bit n just talk. Adam gets some good pictures n even gets some of Eric! he also does take a selfie of them, he can't help it. he gets a couple of Mallick + Art too. it's honestly such a nice thing fr them n it just feels like they can breathe easy, not having 2 worry abt looking over their shoulders constantly (tho they're all getting better abt that).

th third day they spend around th campsite to kind of unwind n relax. they might walk th beach a little bit again, but mostly they just sorta chill n walk some of th trails around the campground itself. when night falls they light a small bonfire (Mallick is still iffy around fire, understandably) n they sit around it in their folding chairs w th cupholders (Adam gets red, Eric has green, Art gets blue, + Mallick gets dark green) n make s'mores. they talk abt anything n everything until they're barely able 2 keep their eyes open, n then after making sure th fire is pretty much out they kinda just stumble into th tent n none of them r awake for very long after (they specifically got one tht cld comfortably hold th four of them).

fourth day!! they pack up n head into another little town about 45 minutes away; it's bigger than th one around th campgrounds. after they get situated in a motel room w two beds, they do some window shopping + going into lil stores that interest them! Adam def buys some niche graphic tees tht aren't going 2 make sense to anyone other than th four of them n he's delighted abt it. I like 2 think Eric gets a worry stone, specifically made out of rose quartz. Mallick too, but his is made of amethyst! he also gets a rly cool multicoloured jacket in a thrift store they duck into. Art gets a hoodie w th town's name on it n he's pretty happy w that. they get a few more lil things, just little knick-knacks while they're there, n then they have dinner in this lil diner they'd walked past earlier bc it's inexpensive + the atmosphere is very lowkey n honestly just Nice. there's not a bunch of ppl, the servers r rly kind n the lights aren't too bright, which Eric rly appreciates. it's such a tender moment bc they're squeezed into a booth, Adam + Mallick on one side n Art + Eric on th other, n they're talking n laughing n stealing bites of each other's food n it's Comfortable.

then they head back to th motel n channel surf while unpacking enough 2 get to their sleep clothes. Adam + Eric r sharing a bed n Art + Mallick r sharing th other one, tho Adam is very tempted 2 just push them together so they're all close by (th distance btwn th beds isn't tht big to begin with, but it's the principle of th thing). mostly tho, until they go to bed, they're pretty much just all stretched out Everywhere. Adam is only discouraged frm jumping across th divide btwn th beds bc Art breaks out his Lawyer Voice, despite trying rly hard not to laugh, to say Yr Going To Hurt Yrself, Don't Do That. he grumbles n whines abt it but Adam knows he's right jdhjks (th way he sees it is like. he can b silly sometimes. he's Earned It, but he also trusts Art + wasn't super serious abt tht idea). eventually tho Eric can hardly keep his eyes open n Mallick is just straight up asleep while he's still sitting up so tht's when they all go to bed after making sure every1 is comfortable. they leave a lamp on.

fifth day they pack everything up again n stop 2 walk th trails of this lil park b4 they head home! there's a lil shop near th parking lot so they spend a lil bit of time looking around in there first. they probably pick up a few lil things, souvenirs, n Adam walks around 2 get some pictures. he gets this rly cool one while they're on a bridge, th sun peeking thru the clouds a lil bit n shining down on th water. he's super excited to develop tht one (but he's excited to develop All of them, bc this is his family!!!) + he n Art discuss whether or not they're gonna need another cork board lol. eventually tho they round back to th parking lot n on th way home, they stop at another lil hole-in-th-wall kind of place, but it's just as nice as the first one they'd been to. after tht Eric switches spots w Art n he drives them home!!

they're all exhausted when they get back but they have room to crash w each other while they nap so tht's what they do. they fall asleep all tangled together, Art stretched out w Eric's head on his chest, Adam curled against Eric's back, n Mallick w his head on Art's stomach. there r arms n legs everywhere n tht is okay. they're happy. they love each other. they had a lot of fun on their trip n they're tired, but they're comfortable!! tht's what it's all abt!!! it's just such a good n relaxing experience fr them after all th shit they've been thru.

#can u tell I. love camping jdkfks #saw #art #adam #eric #mallick #ty ty!!! I rly appreciate it #I'm doing okay now mostly I think. pretty much always open fr saw asks tho djhfkjsd ESP if they're abt the polycule!!#I literally Do Not get sick of talking abt them dkjdskd #asks #gotta update th masterpost later!! I remembered yesterday but I was up fr too long lmao #real talk tho. thank u fr sending me asks they're my fave <3

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drawlfoy · 5 years

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Joint Custody

masterlist request guidelines i’m technically on hiatus until oct 15 but if i really like your request i’ll take it

pairing: draco x hufflepuff!reader

request: oh yes, from maybe late july? i’m sorry for getting back so late to this one

summary: your pet snake is a snake in more ways than one...for example, befriending the most obnoxious boy in your year.

warnings: language, snakes (so if that’s a fear i don’t recommend this)

a/n: ohhh gee it’s been a while hasn’t it? i’m working on my ucas rn, and as an american with literally no one in my area who knows anything about it, i’d be happy to get tips from anyone who knows about oxford ppe. i hope you guys enjoy! i’m taking a little break from mirror, mirror rn since i have no idea what to do w that. also i have never owned a snake so i apologize if i say something incorrect about the care of y/n’s snake

word count: 3,692

tags tags tags @accio-rogers @geeksareunqiue

music recs: i listened to random music so idl

Y/N dug through her knapsack, her fingers brushing past everything but the scales she wanted to feel.

“Monty? Monty? Where are you??” she whispered, flinging her bag onto the potion table and opening it so the light illuminated the insides. Her worst suspicion was confirmed: her magically shrunk corn snake was completely gone.

“What’s the matter, Y/N?” her friend Luna Lovegood asked from the opposite side of the table, her eyebrows scrunched in concern. “Are you missing something?”

“Er...” She took one final sweep of her pockets and her bag before sighing in defeat. “Yeah. Monty is gone again, but this time he isn’t listening to me.”

“Off to snack on nargles, I presume,” Luna said, a smile drifting across her face. “I wouldn’t worry if I were you. He wouldn’t put himself in danger and he’ll always come back to you.”

“Thanks, Luna.”

“Of course.”

With that, her Ravenclaw friend turned and left for her next period, leaving Y/N to deal with the situation alone. She weighed her options: she could, technically, just summon her snake, but then she’d risk smacking him into a wall and injuring him. She could also ask Snape for his help, but one look at the greasy professor confirmed that, as always, he wasn’t in the mood to make the life of a Hufflepuff any easier.

Y/N scanned the room, noting that there was no yellow snake on the floor of the dungeons. He really could move fast when he wanted to.

“Who’s this?”

A familiar voice caught her attention behind her...no doubt originating from the Slytherin section. Against her better judgement, Y/N turned around to see Draco Malfoy staring down at his hands with a wonder she had never seen in his eyes before. Further examination made the cause clear: Monty was curled around his fingers, hissing contently.

“Hey!” Y/N said, catching his attention. “That’s my snake!”

Malfoy’s head shot up, his eyes filling with realization as he connected the yellow and orange colors of the pet to Y/N. “Oh? It seems as though he chose to come over here on his own accord. Probably got sick of being a house traitor, isn’t that right?”

To Y/N’s horror, Monty seemed to agree with the sentiment, slithering up his arm.

“That’s my snake, Malfoy, give him here,” she snapped, holding her hand out. he raised an eyebrow, running a finger down Monty’s scales.

“Don’t do that! Snakes don’t like to be pet!” Y/N was positively fuming as she saw how her pet didn’t even react badly to the physical contact--even though he was supposed to.

“That’s interesting,” Malfoy mused. “He doesn’t seem to mind it when I do it.”

“If you don’t give him back now, I’m going to kill you in your sleep,” Y/N said, whipping out her wand and pointing it at him to emphasize her point. Amusement flickered across his face.

“Okay, okay, you can have him back,” he said, gently unwrapping the snake from his arm and placing it back into her hand. His thumb brushed her palm in the process, and she was surprised to feel how warm it was. “Just remember that if you’re ever sick of hufflepuffs, I’m always here.”

He directed the last part at her snake, affection creeping into the edges of his tone. Once he seemed satisfied that Monty understood, he turned around without another word, grabbed his things, and left Y/N to stand in shock.

Draco Malfoy likes my snake?

The unthinkable happened the next Saturday night. Y/N was getting ready to go spend a nice study session in the library with her roommates and went to grab Monty from his perch, only to find that he was simply...gone.

“Monty! Monty!!”

While she wasn’t a parselmouth, she knew for damn sure that the snake knew she was looking for him.

“Monty, I’m going to put you in a cage if you keep doing this to me,” she scolded, sifting through her room to try and locate her pet. He was, unfortunately, nowhere to be found.

A very scary realization crept into her mind as she worked. Y/N hadn’t seen Monty since dinner...and there was no way that she could be sure that he was even in her room to begin with.

Oh, Merlin, I’m the worst snake owner in the history of snake owners. I didn’t even realize that he was gone...

Once she was sure that her room was snake-free, she burst out of the dorms and into the common room, where she asked everyone if they had seen Monty. There was a unanimous and concerning no from her housemates, only serving to raise her stress levels.

“Retrace your steps?” a particularly worried 7th year proposed. “Monty couldn’t have gone far...and plus, you both get along so well. There’s no way that he’d just leave you like that.”

Y/N nodded and burst out of the door, running down the corridor the way she had just come from and yelling her snake’s name.

She reached the dining hall entrance in record time, panting as she placed her hand on her knees and breathed. She really should’ve just gotten an owl or a cat like everyone else.

A flash of blonde caught her eye, and she turned to see a rather amused looking Malfoy leaned up against the wall opposite to the door.

“Looking for something?”

“You git! Where is he?” Y/N pointed her wand at him and clenched her other first, trying to regulate her breathing.

“I had a feeling you’d come back,” Malfoy said lazily, kicking off of the wall and striding closer to her. “For the record, it wasn’t my fault. Your snake must’ve gotten into my pocket during dinner.”

“He got from the Hufflepuff table to the--”

“Slytherin table? Yeah, I know, I was impressed too.” He reached into his pocket and pulled a hand with a yellow snake curled around long, elegant fingers. “It seems like he has a preference.”

“I hate you,” she muttered, offering her hand to Monty and inwardly rejoicing when he chose to slither onto her.

“Okay,” he responded, seemingly unbothered. “Are you at least going to thank me for taking care of him?”

Y/N studied him for a second. “No. Putting him in your pocket and waiting for me to find you doesn’t count as taking care of him.”

He snorted, stuffing his hands in his pockets and bouncing on the balls of his feet. “I can see why he likes to get away from you every once and a while. How did you even get into Hufflepuff?”

“What are you talking about?” she increduled (i don’t think that’s a word but whatever).

“I’ve only spoken directly to you twice, and both times you’ve managed to offend me,” he replied, raising an eyebrow. “I can’t imagine how your roommates deal with you.”

“They start by being tolerable people,” Y/N spat, slipping the hand that held Monty into her pocket, “Something that you ought to consider.”

“Ooooh.” He mimed twisting a knife in his heart. “You got me there. Touché.”

“I’m going to see my friends,” she said, glaring at him. “Please come directly to me if Monty ever bothers you again.” She began walking back down the hall, taking extra care to make the ride comfortable for Monty.

“Wait,” he called after her, causing her to stop in her tracks. “He really doesn’t bother me.”

She spun around to face him. “So?”

“Er...” Malfoy scratched the back of his neck. “Look, clearly he likes both of us, and I have a feeling this is going to happen again, so... do you want to just split the time with him?”

“Split the time with my own pet?”

“I actually really like him,” he confessed. “And it’d probably save you the stress of having to deal with constantly losing him...I know that snakes sometimes get bored with just one owner.”

“How do you know that?” Y/N asked.

“Er,,,” He stumbled over his words. “Just...perks of being a Slytherin, I guess. Nothing to think too deeply about.”

Y/N huffed, thinking over the proposal. No matter how much it pained her, it appeared as though her snake actually did enjoy Malfoy’s company.

“Okay. Fine. You have to learn how to take care of him, though.”

“No problem,” he said quickly. “Can I have him tonight?”

“What, need him for a ritual or something? Is it time sensitive?”

He laughed. “No. If I needed a snake, I could just serpensortia my way out of that issue.”

“Fair enough.” She paused before sticking her hand in her pocket again. “I need to go get his food and perch, then. I’ll be back in a moment, okay? You can hold onto him if you’d like.”

Draco seemed to visibly brighten at this remark, nodding and holding his hand out. Y/N tried not to take note of how immaculate his hands were as she allowed Monty to slither back onto his palm.

<^>

Y/N gathered her items quickly, ignoring the glances from her confused roommates.

“I’ll explain later,” she promised, darting out the door before they could ask any further questions.

When she showed up at the meeting place, she was relieved to see a bored looking Malfoy cooing to the snake twisted around his hand. He blushed a deep red when he saw that she heard him.

“Took you long enough,” he drawled.

“I’ve never heard you sound like that,” she said, chuckling instead of acknowledging his previous rude comment.

“Sound like what?”

“You? Cooing to Monty?”

“You’re going batty.” He scowled, putting his hand intertwined with Monty into his pocket.

“Sure. I’m guessing you want to go to the Slytherin dorms?”

“Congratulations on your deductive reasoning,” said Malfoy, rolling his eyes and starting off at a brisk pace. “Try and keep up, will you?”

<^>

On the way, they spoke about official terms: each would get the snake for two full days, and they would meet outside the Great Hall to transfer the equipment. Malfoy was adamant that they not tell anyone about the deal--something about how his parents would die if they knew he was sharing a pet with a Hufflepuff. Y/N was adamant that he finance the portion of food that he was using, which he initially protested to but eventually gave in.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Malfoy began once they stopped in front of the Slytherin common room entrance, “But thank you. For being open-minded. I know we aren’t on the best of terms...”

“No, this is most certainly not good-bye,” Y/N interrupted. “You need me to show you how to set up the perch in your room. And, of course, I need to demonstrate how to feed him. He’s very picky.”

Malfoy swallowed, his hand pausing before the bricks that obscured the entrance.

“Okay. All of the older Slytherins are out at Hogsmeade right now, so I can probably sneak you in.”

“Isn’t Hogsmeade closed to students after 5?” Y/N questioned.

“Yeah. We have our ways.”

With that, Draco muttered the password that she couldn’t quite catch and pushed open the door that appeared.

“Be quiet, though,” he cautioned.

They entered the Slytherin common room. and Y/N was blown back by a gust of damp, heavy air. It smelled like the inside of an expensive, appointment-only store.

“This is kind of cold and unfeeling,” she told him as they neared the entrance to the boy’s dorms. Malfoy looked like he was going to snap at her to be quiet, but something made him freeze.

“Shit. The wards.”

Realization flowed into Y/N. “Oh...oh, how could I have forgotten...”

“Can you just show me how to set it up here?” He asked, nervously passing his hands through his hair.

“No, no, I can’t,” she said. “I wish, but I need to see the layout of your room...there are specific requirements as to where the perch can be placed...”

Malfoy mulled over this for a few moments before letting out a long sigh. “I can’t levitate you past the wards. I have to carry you across.”

Y/N paled, even though she knew that that was the only possible way to make it happen. “Okay. I’ll leave the stuff on the ground. You help me over and then bring the perch and food.”

She set her things down and awkwardly stepped closer to him. Malfoy seemed just as uncomfortable as he held out his arms.

“Turn around and loop your legs over my right arm...like that...”

Before she knew it, she was scooped up off the floor and on the other side of the wards, the expensive silk of Malfoy’s suit pressed up against her cheek. She was surprised, yet again, at just how warm he was compared to his usual cool demeanor.

Malfoy set her down on the ground, and grabbed the box of snake supplies. “Last door on the right.”

<^>

“So you scored a single, huh?”

Malfoy’s room was made up of just a one large bed instead of the standard three that she saw in Hufflepuff dorms, and she couldn’t say that she was surprised. The Malfoys had the connections to get these sorts of things.

“Yeah,” he said absentmindedly. “Anyways, show me what to do. Monty is getting antsy.”

Y/N made quick work of unpacking the perch and locating an appropriate corner to place it. Showing Malfoy how to feed the snake was easy, and before she knew it, they were done.

“Enjoy Monty,” she said as they made their way to the ward again. “Let me know if anything weird happens or if you have any questions.”

Malfoy simply nodded and opened his arms again, signaling that he had to pick her up to let her out. She obliged, turning around and looping her legs over his arm, allowing herself to be scooped off of the ground. It was strange, really, getting moved so gently by someone who she thought, until recently, wouldn’t spit on her if she was burning to death. They were just over the ward when the common room entrance opened and the sounds of many Slytherin teenagers--albeit drunk Slytherin teenagers--filled the room. Malfoy’s face turned sheet white and he spun around, striding back towards his room.

“What are you doing?” she hissed. “Put me down!”

He didn’t answer her until they were safely inside the room, the door locked tight.

“They’re normally not back until midnight,” he said, his tone rushed. “It’s hardly 10:30...I don’t know what they’re doing here...”

“That’s okay, we can just wait until they all go to bed,” Y/N told him, placing a hand on his arm. “No worries.”

“Er, yes worries,” he corrected, moving further away from her. “Saturday all-nighters are very common here...you aren’t leaving this room until morning.”

“Are you joking?”

“I wish.” His eyes nervously darted around the room as he wrung his hands. “There’s nothing we can do right now, unless you know a very strong disillutionment spell...which I suspect neither of us do. They’ll be out in the common room for a while, and honestly, I should probably join them.”

“You’re just gonna leave me here?”

Malfoy seemed rather conflicted, but he screwed his eyes shut and exhaled sharply. “Yes. I said I would meet them afterwards. This way you can sleep, too. I won’t be here.”

“Are you sure I’m not intruding?”

He let out a shaky laugh. “No, you are, but it’s not your fault. Just stay here and don’t let anyone in unless it’s me, alright?”

“Alright.”

He got up and made to leave. “Oh, and, Malfoy?”

He turned to face her. “What is it now?”

“I don’t want to sleep in my school uniform,” she told him, her face darkened by a blush. “Do you have anything that I can borrow? Just a shirt or something?”

She could see his jaw clench before he ducked his head down and walked over to his dresser, tossing him the first shirt on top.

He was out the door before she could properly thank him.

<^>

Y/N took a long time to fall asleep, but when she finally drifted off, she was out like a light. Malfoy’s bedding was heavy and smelled like green tea and ink, something that she wasn’t expecting but most certainly appreciated.

So, when Y/N jerked awake just a few hours later, she was a little frustrated.

“Hey, hey, Y/N, wake up.”

She opened her eyes to see Malfoy standing over her, holding a candle and looking very tired. “What is it?”

“They’re gone. You can leave now.”

She groaned, turning over and searching for her clock--only to find that it wasn’t there, as this wasn’t her room. “What time is it?”

“3:20. Now are you going to get up, or do you want me to drag you out?”

“You said I could sleep here,” she complained, hardly completely awake yet. “And now I have to walk all the way to my dorm from the dungeons? At night? I don’t think so.”

The candle highlighted the frown etched into his face. “You should go.”

“This is the situation you created,” she countered. “You told me you were pulling an all-nighter. Why don’t you?”

He sighed, this time a staccato puff, and placed the candle holder on the nightstand. “Sorry I lied.”

“Yeah, uh-huh,” she mumbled, turning back over to drift back into sleep.

“Wait, wait! What am I supposed to do?”

“That’s for you to figure out. I’m going back to sleep.”

“But you can’t just--”

“Sh.”

Y/N let herself fall back into the realm of dreams, but not enough to completely lose consciousness. She was aware of a few sounds of movement from the room she was in--she assumed it was Draco, Draco, that sounds much better than his last name--but it wasn’t enough to motivate her to lucidity.

However, when she felt the bed on her opposite side dip, that was more than enough.

“What the hell, Malfoy,” she snapped, shooting upright.

“Can you please be quiet? I’m sorry, it just so happens that you’re refusing to move from my bed, and I have no other options, unlike you.”

“I don’t want to argue right now! Can you just go somewhere else and let me sleep in peace?”

“I could say the same for you!”

The two sat in a heated silence until Malfoy finally took the high road.

“I’m sorry about this, but I’m offering you one last time to carry you over the wards. If you don’t want that, I’m going to sleep in my own bed whether you’re in it or not.”

Y/N swallowed. “Okay. Okay, fine. I’m not going to leave.”

“Goodnight.”

<^>

Y/N wasn’t totally sure what woke her up--perhaps it was the breath on her neck, or the warm arm that was draped over her side, or the tickle of something that felt suspiciously like very vine hair on her cheek--but when she did, her heart almost stopped.

Malfoy had slung an arm around her waist, pulling her closer than what was comfortable. His face was mere centimeters from her own, and every time he exhaled, a few rogue strands of pale hair brushed her cheek.

This was not good. She had to do something--but the most unethical part of her did not want to. Malfoy was no doubt going to be upset when he woke up to see this, and she needed him to be in a good enough mood to let her out of the boy’s dorms.

“Malfoy?” She broke the silence, softly nudging his side with her elbow. He groaned, burying his face into her neck. “Malfoy!”

Y/N gave him a swift shove, effectively detaching him from her.

“Er...what?” He shot up, looking very alarmed and confused. “What?”

“You have to carry me out of the wards, remember?” she told him, slipping out of the covers and pulling them off him. “We should get going as soon as possible. There might be people out in the common room the later it gets.”

He seemed to understand the problem as he swung upright and ran a finger through his ruffled hair.

“I’m sorry about that,” he mumbled.

“Sorry about what?”

“For, er, touching you, I know that I shouldn’t have done that,” he clarified, turning away from her, but not quickly enough to hide the blush on his cheeks. “I don’t know what got into me.”

“It’s okay,” she mused. “I guess if we’re to have joint custody of Monty, we should get to know each other anyways.”

Malfoy froze for a second before he gathered his bearings. “Er, yeah. Yeah, good point. For Monty.”

Once he seemed ready, they left the room, Y/N giving a wave to Monty, who was curled around his perch.

“He’ll be fine, don’t worry about him,” Malfoy told her, spinning her around by her shoulders and opening his arms to pick her up again. She looped her legs over his arms again, leaning back into him and allowing her to lift her up and take her over the ward.

He set her down softly after making sure the coast was totally clear, looking down at the ground immediately after.

“Thank you, Draco,” she said quietly. “For everything. Sorry I was a bit of a pill last night.”

“’S only fair, I’ll been worse to you.”

Y/N couldn’t see for sure, but it appeared as though the very outer corners of his lips had turned up.

“I’ll see you in two days? Outside the dining hall?”

“Yeah.” He sounded almost breathless, like he was winded or something.

“Okay, well..I think I’m going to go,” she said, backing away. “Feel free to show up to the Hufflepuff entrance if you want any help. Or if I’m not there, then you can normally find me in the library, or you can always ask in potions...”

She trailed off once she saw that Draco’s face had broken into an exasperated but amused expression.

“Okay, I should go then.”

“Yeah, me too.”

With that, Y/N turned and left the Slytherin common room with the feeling that that was certainly not going to be the last time she was going to be there.

final a/n: i didn’t know how to incorporate actual fluff in here and i shouldn’t even be writing this rn lmaoooooo but here it is and i’m so sorry if it sucks i haven’t proofread

#draco x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco x oc #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x oc #draco malfoy x y/n #harry potter imagine #draco lucius malfoy

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kitsoa · 4 years

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Dark Road Impressions and theories

I’m actually really excited for the World Building lore. That and the characterization. So! Let’s start from the beginning.

Opening Scene:

This is pretty straight forward but knowing Xehanort is a ‘Destinate’ is still the coolest thing. He’s lived his life on the same sleepy island going to the same school and playing on the same island as Sora. He ‘lays like a starfish’ and dreams of something greater. That simile is minor but it’s indicative of his islander nature. Another small thing I focus in on is the mention of other surrounding islands. We know the name is plural and we know there’s a ‘main island’ but the one-off line does suggest that there’s some kind of island ecosystem which is comforting for anyone trying to develop a Destiny Islands culture. I would be crazy not to mention the inciting drive of Xehanort’s curiosity. His dreams of the Player and the desire to see his ‘friends from another life’. Well by golly that sounds a lot like reincarnation to me. That’s a very new concept to Kingdom Hearts, but not entirely far off.

We await the fate of our Player in KHux but we can easily assume it’s an unfortunate one. But what would make the heart linger and the thought of reincarnation really does open a can of worms in terms of heart mythos. Though, it would fit rather well. Consider the Final World and the lingering, persisting hearts that land there after death. I’ve theorize that they are bound to the Final World by the hearts left behind as a sort of heart-ghost phenomenon. And then we ask what happens when hearts actually do pass on past that limbo. Hearts are a powerful thing with a lot of meaning. The idea of death concurring the heart is almost laughable, so a form of heart reincarnation would make perfect sense. Perhaps they pass on to form the ‘spark’ that a newborn heart blooms from-- since we know hearts are grown. And memories are deeply inlaid in the construction of a heart so Xehanort being haunted by these memories is very fitting.

Scala Scenes:

So I’m guessing Xehanort lied to everyone about knowing where he came from. They simply know he is from the outside world but the fact that Eraqus floats the idea that he’s from the surrounding city to a negative means that Xehanort never confirmed or denied the theories about him. We know he’s not amnesiac bc the opening scene is a flashback. So he’s playing dumb-- why?-- probably out of curiosity after initial befuddlement. It plays into this very interesting dichotomy he’s got going on. Think, he’s lived his life on this small world, afraid that his dreams were nothing more than that. Xehanort was hungry for something more and suddenly his prayers are answered. When he arrives at Scala-- it turns out that all of his peers are essentially the same as him. All they know is Scala. He’s the mysterious one. He’s their waypoint to a greater reality. It must be a thrilling scenario. It’s got to be fascinating, leaving little room for his own sense of awe. I might be compelled to leave my peers mystified once I gained my bearings. That being said, a couple world building points. The surrounding spires of Scala are abandoned cities. That... is a very strange and questionable thing. It’s clearly important to the history of the world so we have to ask... why?? I’ve thought in the past that maybe they were different parallel versions of Scala but that started to hurt my brain to think of this world as a singularity but perhaps... they are ‘failed cities’? Like erected and abandoned after not working out. Ohh... what if Scala is a singularity. What if, when Brain created Scala as a final escape from the Data Worlds (and Keyblade War), there was only one scenario where he actually succeeded in carrying the Dandelions with him. What if those other cities really are different timeline’s Scala’s left abandon by the failure of those timeline’s Brain. Ohhh it worksssssssssss

Classroom Scene:

Ok when I heard there was a ‘Baldr’ I immediately though ‘oh dear Nomura grace me with that sweet sweet character design. And then story goes There are seven upperclassmen! And then I’m like GIVE ME COOL CHARACTERSSSS Okay but in all serious, I am pleased to hear that there are some grade levels in this here school. I am curious as to why the upperclassmen went missing and even more curious about the mission that Baldr was sent on. The parallels with the stray apprentice are not lost to me, but the explanation of Baldr’s sister being missing is very heart tugging for me. Ever since Lauriam became the first sibling in the KH series, I’ve been fascinated by there being blood relatives in the KH verse, only because lineage and relation has never been relevant before. You all know that familial bonds is a well of untapped potential and I can sense it coming. It’s a rescue plot, which is very interesting. Yes, I wonder why a master would send younger students to go after the older ones but I’m gonna guess that Master’s are strapped. I am also encouraged that they make a distinction that they are in teams vs. going solo. Ehhh we’ll see. I like that they address there being multiple ways of travel and it looks like they are using the Lanes Between. With Keyblade Armorrrrrr. God, this stuff is cool. Everyone’s designs are bitchin and it is interesting that the No Heart design still has the Nobody insignia. Now....Release the keyblade vehicle designs Nomura.

First World Visit:

Okay, this is where things get interesting. They address the conundrum of the Heartless. THANK YOU. But they address it as a mystery. Clearly the Emblem Heartless are like the projections from the BoP which is common knowledge, so we might be learning about that copy floating around. That’s our key to the mystery. But let’s talk about world maturity!!!!!!! That’s what I’m gonna call it, cause it makes a ton of sense. Like really. I’m cackling. Because isn’t it contrived??? Worlds have this sort of newborn state where the set is there but the people aren’t? We know time moves differently but sometimes the clock doesn’t even start until a predetermined moment??? Time isn’t even flowing for the Disney Worlds until... you guessed it! Until Sora and co-visit or brush with it. Which means only ONE thing. They aren’t worlds at all. If they were Worlds, they’d be living out their backstory in some fashion relative to Xehanort, maybe not at the same pace but still to some degree. No, they exist and are frozen until it’s time for the Disney movie to start. The World isn’t a World. It’s a Story. A set narrative. You know I talk about this is my Heart of Stories theory. Cause now we have to ask about the original worlds and what story they are playing. How equal they are to their Disney World Peers. Because they too are stories, which means the entire universe is just a story and Kingdom Hearts is literally the heart of that story. Enter the metaverse.---I’m breathing heavy. Keep the Dark Road content coming.

#kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts dark road #khdr #kingdom hearts speculation #kingdom hearts meta #kingdom hearts analysis

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Rejoice! It is time.

This picture was taken just a little over 5 years ago. More specifically, it was taken on October 22, 2015 while I was living in Michigan. And ever since October 22 of this year I have been trying to get the words out of what this year’s anniversary of this picture has meant to me, but every time I feel like I come up short. I’ve tried to write it out, pray it out, and talk it out with those closest to me, but every time I feel like I’m at a lost for words as to how to adequately convey what this year’s anniversary means to me. Because for the first time, I am not afraid.

I usually hate this time of year. During this time of year I usually avoid any old posts, old pictures, and most especially any old memories. I try to avoid anything that could remind of the day this was taken. Because on this day 5 years ago, I went into the hospital for my first time ever. It was for my depression. The days and weeks leading up to this day were intense. My mind was completely gripped by the conviction of suicide. I was starting to think in lasts. Last time I would see my family, last time I would talk to friends, last time I would drive down roads, last time I would walk along paths.

There was one time in particular I was walking along a path I had been walking almost daily. It was actually a beautiful fall day, but my mind was very very dark. I started to see everything as an opportunity, and I had already made up my mind that once I got back home that would be it. But by God’s providence alone, I was met with a busy house, too busy to do anything so severe. So I trudged along.

There was another day in particular where I was alone at work. I had gone to vigil Mass and stayed behind uncontrollably sobbing in my pew till everyone was gone and all the lights shut off. It was to the point I even had another parishioner check on me before they left. I bawled all the way down the hallway back to my office and tried so hard to distract myself with work and worship music, but nothing helped. Eventually I sought out professional help, but even that brought no relief. But again, by God’s providence alone, my therapist from California, who I hadn’t talked to in 8 months, randomly called me just to check in and talked me through all the thoughts I was having. She told me “Don’t let this be the end. FIGHT! Which for you mostly means, RECEIVE!”

One other time that I will always remember was one evening we all came back home from something, maybe vigil Mass, and it was one of those days where I had to fight with all my strength not to completely break down. So the moment we got home, I went straight to my room, locked the door, and just tossed and turned in agony on my bed not knowing how to deal with the swirl of sadness, darkness, hopelessness going on in my head. I texted Ate right away that I wouldn’t be joining them that night for whatever dinner or movie they were gonna do. But she sent Jobo to go check on me. I paced the room debating if I should just push through, let him in, and go join them. I decided against it and shooed him off. But with God’s loving and relentless providence, He sends Ate down to check on me who refuses to let me keep the door locked. I open the door, and immediately she just scoops me up in all my despair and lets me cry in her arms. We spend the rest of the night just laying in my bed as I word vomit all the sadness I had been bottling up.

Finally the day came when my doctor wouldn't let me sit in my thoughts anymore. It just wasn't safe. So she made me promise I’d take myself to the hospital, call her when I got there, and have the hospital call her if they didn’t admit me. I drove home completely stunned, shocked, and dumbfounded that it had actually reached that point. It was one of those drives I had no idea how I got home. Very emptily, I packed my stuff trying to accept the fact that I was going to the hospital with a very high chance of me staying there overnight. My brother called in that moment, and that’s when I started to break. He told me, “This is only the beginning, and I can’t wait to see you come out the other side. You’re gonna be so much stronger.” He then asked if I wanted him and Rose to come out, and very timidly, I said yes. It was hard for me to admit, but I really really needed them in that moment. I needed the assurance of love. I needed to know it was going to be okay. I needed to be taken care of. So I gave in.

That night was by far the scariest moment of my life. Kuya and Ate stayed with me till the doctors and nurses said that was as far as they could go and as long as they could stay. My heart sunk in that moment as things started to get more and more real with them leaving. I did my orientation interview with the nurse, and that’s when she told me the soonest I could get out of there was Monday bc the minimum was usually 3 days and the discharge doctor doesn’t work on weekends. Monday was 4 days away. I went to bed that night in medical robes and bawled myself to sleep. If I didn’t have a roommate I would probably be wailing with every bit of fear and anxiety within me. I was doing one of those big silent cries, where the weight is so heavy but I’m not able to make a sound.

The next 4 days were intense as I had to face my darkness straight in the eyes for my first time, with no other distractions, no other escape. I spent my days calling anyone I possibly could from those free phones, just desperate to hear a voice outside those hospital walls. Something to keep me grounded that there is life outside of this, there is hope and people waiting for me. I lived for 4-5pm, the one hour a day we were allowed to have visitors. That first day in particular, it felt like forever till Ate got there. Ohhh but when she did, it was over. We were a mess. We both hated that I was there, and we both desperately wanted me to leave, but I just couldn’t. The following days Ced and Rose were there, and a couple times even brought me the Eucharist :) It was a scary time, but also very reflective. At this point I was 99.9999% convinced I was made for suicide, and if anyone found me loved and lovable, it was them that was being deceived. But the nurses and doctors couldn’t understand why I was there because it was clear I had a good life and was blessed with a solid support system. But as I was reading through my notes from my time there - which I almost never do, except this year - I wrote what one of the doctors told me, “life starts over every 5 years, stick around and see if it gets good.”

And well, here I am 5 years later, and for the first time, instead of running in fear from the memories of this time in year, the only word I can come up with to sum up how I’m feeling is REJOICE. This year on October 22 all I wanted to do was rejoice over the memories. Instead of hiding in shame, I wanted everyone to know it’s been 5 years bc I’m honestly so proud. Because waking up on October 22, 2020 it felt like I could finally exhale. There’s something about this year that makes me feel like I can finally say, “You did it. You survived. It’s over.” There’s something about this year that makes it feel like this chapter of depression is finally over, and I can now move on. And I wish I can tell you what exactly made it that way, but I just can’t. Maybe there’s more to process, but it’s as if I just found myself on the other side. The other side that Ced talked to me about right before I went in. It’s like one of those war movies, where the scene cuts just as they’re in the middle of big explosions, and everything feels overwhelming. But the very next scene is the solider waking up, and the next thing he knows is the war is done. The battle was won, he fought the good fight, and he’s free to return home. That’s where I’ve seemed to find myself. It’s as if I found myself with the strength that Ced almost prophesied over me right before I went in. And it blows me away that on the one year I’m actually brave enough to read my old notes, this is the one I find - “life starts over every 5 years, stick around and see if it gets good.” And it’s not even that I would write to Past Mare of 5 years ago and say, “Yes! Stick around bc it does get good!” As if all this will go away soon and all my dreams will come true. Bc that 100% didn’t happen. But I would tell myself “stick around, feel the feels, voice all the thoughts, and just keep fighting. bc one day, you will find yourself free.”

Bc that’s exactly how I feel - free. It’s as if I’ve been chained down all this time, and by God’s grace the locks have been broken, and I can walk free, no conditions, no tricks, just free. Almost like Genie at the end of Aladdin. He fought the fight, he was faithful, and now the cuffs are simply off and he’s free to go. Just like that. And every time I’ve tried to write this out, pray this out, talk this out, I am brought to tears bc the freedom isn’t just from the fear and despair I felt 5 years ago in that hospital. The truth is that hospital bed was a lonnnng time coming. The tears of rejoicing that I shed now are not only for Hospital-Mare 5 years ago, but for St. Rose-Mare 7 years ago who felt like a piece of shit every single day, Newly Graduated-Mare 8 years ago who felt life was hopeless, Senior Year of College-Mare 9 years ago who couldn’t help but be attracted to the idea, and Senior Year of High School-Mare 13 years ago who felt no one would even notice or care. Bc for the first time in 13 years I am no longer plagued by the conviction that my life is irreversibly hopeless and helpless, that I am intrinsically unloved and unlovable, and that as sure as the sun will rise, I am destined for suicide. For the first time in 5 years I am no longer afraid of this time of year bc there is a still but sure certainty that my life is about to change as this 13 year battle has finally come to an end. Not that depression will be fully behind me and will no longer be a thing for me for the rest of my life, but that depression no longer runs my life. Depression no longer dictates my life. Depression may still be in the car, but it no longer drives the car of my life. And I can’t help but weep over this triumph.

It’s such a trippy and almost anticlimactic experience though bc there really isn’t 1 particular moment I can point to. (Well maybe there is but that might be for another story ;)) But even then, there was more before leading up to that moment. Like so many people, 2020 has brought a lot of loss for me. But most of mine are relationships (for different reasons). I lost a couple relationships with people who have guided me through many years of my life; I lost a very personal and close relationship; I lost the relationships from my job and all those that came with it (at least the nature of them). And while each loss has brought a lot of grief, worry, and tears, at the end of the day there was peace bc it all just felt part of the plan. It felt like watching the series finale of a show where everything starts to find resolution, bringing the show to a final and peaceful close. With every loss this year, it felt like another resolution and another part of the story coming to an end. It felt like the final pages of a book closing. And something in me just knew, this is it.

And again, I wish I could say I went to the hospital and that was it. Life was beautiful and perfect and made complete sense. But that’s just not true. I went 2 more times before moving back home to Cali and went another time for a very long stretch for what ended up being lupus. I lost a lot of dreams and cried many tears of agony and frustration and honestly straight anger towards God. But I had to keep moving. The freedom I live in now didn’t come with one big moment. It came with the last 5 years after the hospital, and the 4 years before the hospital, of doing the hard work in therapy. I had to learn to grow in trust and vulnerability. I had to learn how to receive care and love (probably the hardest part of it all). I had to be docile to practice what I was learning in therapy. I had be honest with my thoughts and feelings to myself, my therapist, the group I was in therapy with, and most especially with those closest to me, especially those I lived with. It also took a lot of trial and error wth medication. It took hard work, and a lot of it was being brave enough to enter into the darkness, let myself feel the feelings and voice the thoughts. It took a lot of letting people speak truth to me and even speaking truth to myself, even if it all felt like a lie. It took faithfulness to holy hours, receiving the Eucharist, and daily prayer time even if all I had was anger or indifference towards God, even if it all felt empty and pointless. It took repeating the name of Jesus, endlessly reciting the Memorare, and begging for St. Michael’s intercession in the scariest moments of my depression. It took long, hard work, but what brings me to cry tears of rejoicing now is not only how long it’s taken me to get here, but remembering the faithfulness of God to His promises.

7 years ago I was given the penance to read the Gospel of Mark, and the verse that struck me right away was Mk 5:41 “Taking her by the hand He said to her, ‘Talitha cumi,’ which means, ‘little girl I say to you, arise.’” Instantly, I knew the Lord was talking to me. The first promise.

5 years ago hiding in my hospital bed, I was looking for a specific verse in Isaiah, but I ended up on Is 43:18-19 “Remember not the events of past, the things of old consider not; see I am doing a new thing! Do you not perceive it? In the wilderness I make a way, in the wasteland, rivers.” Once again, instinctively I knew this was for me. It was the beginning that Ced was talking to me about before going in. The second promise.

Over the last few months, the verse that I find myself repeating to myself over and over, especially in times of most anxiety, fear, and worry is Jer 29:11 “For I know well the plans I have in mind for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for woe, so as to give you a future of hope.” The third promise.

This year I can’t help but cry as I look at this picture and reminisce on all the intense trapped darkness because I feel like I am now standing in the fulfillment of these promises He made to me so long ago. I just feel like He’s saying, “it’s time.” It’s finally time for me to rise up. It’s finally time for me to see this new thing He’s been building and shaping for me. It’s finally time for me to walk on the water. It’s time for me to rise out of my fear and reclaim the life and joy depression has stolen from me all those years. And in that rising, in that reclaiming, also comes the gift, the permission, the freedom to dream again and the grace and courage to pursue those dreams. Me! Me, dream again! It’s the most surreal experience that I could actually be free to walk into the light, dare to dream anew, and live unafraid of the consequences should failure come. Me! Unafraid! I just keep thinking, who the heck do I think I am that I could dream and live unafraid? That I could be free to live life joyfully again? To live bravely? To live unchained? Who am I? And I honestly can’t answer that. I can’t say I’m deserving. I can’t say to myself it is safe and possible. But the Lord in all His patience and authority just keeps saying, it is time. Today, once again in God’s providence, I happen to come across Dn 10:19 “Fear not, beloved, you are safe; take courage and be strong.” And I just feel like He’s like “Yes, you!” haha. What trips me up is realizing that healing isn’t always this big, extravagant thing. Sometimes, it’s the slow but steady work of God. Sometimes it’s just doing the work day in and day out, and being faithful to that work, and one day the Lord gives you the grace to see you’re already there. The fight is won, and you are free. No strings attached, no tricks. Just free.

I don’t have all the answers. In fact, I’ll be honest, I’ve been fighting the Lord like “Are you sure??! bc I have no idea how to do life outside of this depressed world!” I feel like Rapunzel in Tangled, who dreams all those years of leaving her tower to pursue the lights. But once her chance has finally come and she’s able to taste a new, free life, guilt takes over her, and she goes back and forth if it was the right decision - Do I dare to believe my identity could be more than my depression? This reality I’ve known for so much of my life. Do I dare take the Lord up on His offer and leave my dark tower? - But as she keeps going and finally makes it to the boats, she admits she’s afraid, “what if it’s not everything I hoped it would be?…and what if it is?” To which she’s told, “that’s the good part, you get to dream a new dream.” And as things unfold, she suddenly finds herself unafraid. And that’s where I feel I am. It’s scary bc I don’t have all the answers, I don’t have it all completely mapped out like I’d like, but all I know is it is finally my time to arise. It’s time for me to feel that water as I step out of the boat. It's time to dare to dream again, dare to live life again, and this time walk along side our Lord every step of the way. Let Him dream His dreams through me. Let my dreams unite with His. And dare I admit, I’m actually getting excited about it! :)

It’s scary, and it calls for a new level of vulnerability, and I am begging everyday for the courage to lean into this new life. But at this point all I can say is I can’t believe I made it! I can’t believe it’s over! I can’t believe I survived! And I know I wouldn't be here if it weren’t for the countless prayer warriors I have out there, prayer warriors I’m not even aware of. All the prayers, the rosaries, the Masses, the holy hours that have been offered up for me. Graces I’m sure I will be unpacking for the rest of my life. And I most especially wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for those closest to me while I was in the thick of it. Special shout out to the Urginos, to my parents, to Ced and Rose, to Ming and King, and to Age - those that literally stopped their lives just to be by my side 5 years ago. And to Hyds and Anhel who dealt with every frantic text during that time (and who still do) and never tired of speaking truth to me. I’ve screenshotted so many of our texts, and I still go back to them every now and then on some of my hardest days. And of course to my therapists, my doctors, my spiritual directors. For carrying every heavy thought with me and never letting up. And finally, to all my Kuya and Ate Saints, I know it was you guys holding me up and keeping me close to the Lord when I couldn’t do it myself.

Glory to God through Mary! I have no idea what’s next, but thank You in advance for whatever happens from here. Let’s get it! :)

LDM

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I like Clarissa. Like the other two she was also made via smacking the random button on the scrying workshop a few times. And she’s basically your grandma if your grandma could get it. Better not think too hard about that.

Sliver of the Sun 2

The temple complex of Sirius was the biggest, most extravagant, lavish building Niek had ever seen. It housed fourteen priests and a huge collection of clerics and all the people needed to run such a huge complex. It was a wide garden with a huge structure in the middle sitting in the middle of the largest city in the known word, meandering paths wound through the grounds from the gates to the temple at its heart.

Niek held Ravi’s hand as they walked. She and Ernst were open mouthed staring since they arrived at Sirius. Ernst had no excuse, he’d grown up in Adhara, another large city in the same town chain as Sirius. Niek had to assume he’d been raised in a pond to be shocked by the sights of the city. Little Ravi had every excuse. She’d never seen anything like this.

“Ernst, stop looking like a slack jawed tourist,” Niek snapped at him. Ernst looked straight but his eyes still darted around looking at everything.

People moved quickly around their group. Here to worship or to enjoy the big garden, or just to work. With Niek in the lead they had to go at the pace of his hobbling cane. It made getting to the temple take even longer but there was no rush.

Finally the temple loomed overhead. Ravi’s head tipped back to look at the whole thing. During the night a beam of light shot out the top and pierced the heavens, pointed right at Sirius’ star in the sky. “Big,” she said, her pale eyes wide.

“Yes. For the brightest star in the sky,” Niek said nicely.

“Ohhh,” she said and they passed through the entrance of the temple. In here there were more clerics, noticeable as their pale blue robes and long braided hair.

Niek hailed a cleric. “Yes, my child, can I help you?” Niek didn’t like that they called him that, the cleric he’d hailed was barely older than Ernst!

“I need to see a priest,” Niek said.

“I’m sorry but the priests are not available to everyone,” the cleric said.

“Don’t give me that garbage,” Niek growled. He pulled out his alchemist badge. “I’m an alchemist. I will see one of Sirius’ priests now.” He stamped his cane to punctuate his point.

The cleric was only marginally impressed. “I see. Well you may put in a request-

“Ravi, dear,” Niek looked down at the girl. She looked from her gawking to him. “Will you show this stupid man here that trick you showed Ernst and I?”

“Huh? This?” she asked and held out her hand. The cleric shouted when a super heated light ray shot out of her hand and caught a nearby potted plant on fire.

“Yes, that, Ravi. Thank you,” Niek said. Then he turned back to the cleric. “Now I’d like to speak to a priest,” he said seriously.

The cleric was staring between the new fire and Ravi. He wasn’t the only one. “Ah— that won’t be necessary. I will take her-

“Oh no you will not,” Niek used his cane to crack the knuckles of the cleric when he reached to grab Ravi’s other hand. “You will take myself, my apprentice Ernst, and young Ravi to a priest.”

The cleric rubbed their hand painfully. A few other clerics had also noticed the fire and were rubber necking or approaching to see what the commotion was about. “Very well,” they said. They could at least get some credit by bringing Niek and the others to the priests. “Follow me,” he beckoned. They followed him, walking past the burning plant. Ernst had his eyes down now, cowed by what Ravi had done.

They walked through the atrium of the temple and past the front facing facade of the temple to the back chambers. The place Sirius’ harem of priests lived and did whatever it was priests of the most powerful star did. The open hallways were empty back here but the cleric didn’t mind. He led them back through the halls to a large chamber. It looked like the fanciest office Niek had ever seen but also a throne room somehow. A very very old woman was seated on the throne/desk chair looking at several scrolls stretched across the table.

Despite her age there was no confusion about what they were looking at. This was a priest. A very old one. At her age and power the priest shimmered softly in the light from the windows. “Excuse me, madam,” the cleric bowed respectfully.

“What do you bother me for now, Richken?” the priest asked, not looking up at him.

“I brought an alchemist and his apprentice-

“Then you should have showed them to priest Vani, you know he is more-

“And their charge, who can use magic,” Richken said, speaking over the priest.

The priest paused in what she was doing and slowly looked up at the group. “Come again?” she asked.

Richken went to speak but Niek pushed him aside. “Madam priest, I am Niek Nahuis, this is my charge Ravi,” Niek said, stepping forward up to the desk and leaning on his cane, still holding Ravi’s hand. “She fell from the sky like a star. But she is not a star.”

The priest looked at Niek, looked at Ravi, and then at Richken. “You may go, cleric,” she said.

“Ah— yes, of course, madam,” he bowed and left but seemed displeased to being sent away.

“I’m afraid I did not get your name, madam,” Niek said.

“Clarissa,” the priest said and stood. She stood without a stoop to her shoulders and had a proud stance. It was as though her age only touched her face but the rest of her body was still spry. She came around the side of the desk. “Ravi, you said her name was?” she asked Niek.

“Indeed,” Niek nodded.

“You name her that?”

“No,” Ravi said. “That is my name.”

Clarissa knelt in front of Ravi. “It is a nice name,” she said kindly. “Do you know where you are?” Ravi took a moment and then shook her head.

“She knows she’s in the temple of Sirius,” Niek offered.

“Do you know where you come from?”

Ravi looked thoughtful. “Only that it is very bright,” she said. “And then it wasn’t bright, because everyone was so sad.”

“Do you remember how you came here?”

“Hmmm,” she looked up at Niek. “I remember waking up with Mr. Nahuis, in the middle of a- a geo?” she asked him.

“The rock that fell to earth was like a geode. The inside hollow full of natural crystal formations. She was also within the geode,” Niek elaborated.

“I see,” Clarissa said slowly. “Did you bring some of the crystal?”

“Yes. Ernst,” he said sharply. Ernst hopped forward and fumbled with the clasp on the bag longer than necessary to open it and pull out one of the large, transparent, yellow crystals. It was about the length of Ernst’s hand and an octagon in circumference. The inside looked not unlike it was glowing and in the dark it was able to be seen despite giving off no light itself. “All the crystals in the geode were this type.”

“I’ve never seen something like that,” Clarissa said. “Have you?”

“No,” Niek admitted.

She took the crystal and did something to it with magic. “It means nothing to me but several of my fellows will find this of great interest,” she said. She haded the crystal back to Ernst. “But you, young Ravi,” she turned her attention back to the little girl. “Can you do magic?” Ravi shrugged. “Could you show me?”

Ravi looked up at Niek. “Go on,” he encouraged her. “Just perhaps don’t set anything on fire, hmm?”

“But that’s the fun part,” Ravi said.

Clarissa chuckled. “It is. Here,” and with a wave of her hand she produced several sheets of paper. “You may burn this, Ravi.”

“Oh. Okay,” and she pointed at the papers. The super heated beam of light shot out of her finger tip and instantly the papers caught on fire. Clarissa let out a cry of delight and wonder.

“Oh my! That is... Major and Minor, I’ve never seen such a thing. Give me a moment,” and Clarissa stepped back to her desk. She picked up a glowing rock on the desk and closed her eyes. “Sirius, I know it is day, but please wake. Something requires your express attention,” she said softly but no softly they couldn’t hear.

“Mr. NAME, who’s Sirius?” Ravi asked.

“I told you,” he said with all little patience he had. “He is the brightest star in the sky.” There was no movement. “So, is he coming?” Niek asked Clarissa.

“Be patient,” Clarissa said, eyes still closed. She squeezed the stone, “Sirius, wake up. Come here. Now.”

Ernst gave a shout when a pillar of flame erupted from a circle of burnt stone on the floor. And there he was. Sirius. Resplendent, decedent. He looked like one of them with a dazzling display of antlers and liquid golden eyes with white pupils and overly large clothes like the type Niek would wear to bed. Next to him Ernst dropped to his hands and knees. Niek bowed low but not so low to hurt his back.

“Clarisssaaaa, what are calling me for? It’s so bright out,” Sirius groaned, sounding exhausted.

“Apologies, Sirius, but you must see this,” Clarissa said. “This girl, Ravi,” and Niek glanced up to see the two of them standing side by side, looking at the three of them. “Sirius? Why the look? Do you know this girl?”

Ravi’’s mouth was open a little, “I know you,” she pointed at him.

Niek’s eyes nearly fell out of his head at what Sirius did. “Ravi— oh Ravi,” and he bowed, deeply to the girl. “I fear knowing what brought you here to us.”

Ravi pulled her little hand out of Niek’s and walked over to Sirius. Niek straightened himself to watch. “Why are you bowing?”

Sirius stood up. “Clarissa, the brief?”

“She was a falling star. This alchemist found her and brought her here,” Clarissa said.

“Ah. Falling does knock the sense out of you,” Sirius said softly.

“Not that you have much to begin with,” Clarissa said like she just couldn’t help herself. From the ground Ernst gasped in shock Clarissa would say that to Sirius.

“Clarissa, not in front of the guests,” he scolded her. Clarissa just giggled. Then he returned his attention to Ravi and took a knee before her. “What do you remember? Tell me?”

“I remember it was very bright, and hot. Then it wasn’t. And it wasn’t because there was a lot of sadness.”

“Yes,” Sirius nodded.

Ravi looked at Sirius and then frowned. “I’m not— hmm!”

“What? You can say whatever you want,” Sirius took her hand.

“I’m not looking for you,” she said. “I’m looking for... I don’t know,” she admitted.

“I think I know,” Sirius said.

“You do?”

“Yes,” Sirius nodded.

“Your godliness,” Niek couldn’t help but interrupt. The god turned his attention to him and Niek admitted it was a bit intimidating. “What is this girl? Is she a star?”

“No,” Sirius said. “No no no,” he stood up, still holding her hand. “She is much more than that. Perhaps not all of it. But enough.”

“Then what is she?”

Sirius was thoughtful. “Do you know, alchemist, that the sun is also a star?” Niek nodded slowly. Based on observations it was determined that the same things that made up their stars also made up their sun when they were celestial bodies. No one was sure exactly what those compositions were of course but the alchemists did know they were similar. “The biggest star in the sky, that we only see during the day.” Niek still didn’t understand. “Large enough and powerful enough that it could lose part of itself and not even notice, that no one would even notice.” Niek’s eyes widened. “What sweet Ravi here isn’t a star really. She’s a piece of the sun.”

Niek dropped down on his hands and knees next to Ernst. That seemed like a good place to start.

#flight rising #fr lore #fr lore share #lore share #celestials #Sliver of the Sun #shut up bb

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