#OMFG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ACCEPTING THE PROMPT

[ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously]

Hi! Do you still happen to be taking prompts? 🙂 I love your work so much ❤️ I'd love to see Shoko being a big sister figure to Nobara please, I would just die!

Nobara seems to gravitate towards cool older women. I can see her looking up to and getting attached to Shoko as she always gets into fights and hangs out with Shoko regularly to get patched up or even to just follow her around. She admires how level-headed and steady Shoko is (which counterbalances Nobara's temperament perfectly). She thinks Shoko is so effortlessly the coolest, and Nobara wants her attention all the time.

Meanwhile, Shoko starts affectionately considering Nobara as "hers" (like how Gojo has Megumi, and Nanami has Yuji), and Nobara brings out a maternal/nurturing side of her that she didn't know she had. She adores Nobara's spunkiness but hates (loves!) this new terrifying feeling of caring/feeling responsible for someone in her "custody", and she actively worries about Nobara (unlike how Shoko normally doesn't get into other people's business and just lets people be). 🥺

Omfg sorry for dumping all that headcanon on you, I got carried away lol. Thank you if you ever accept this! And also thank you for your art in general! You're super talented! ❤️ -kzc

Thank you for the ask, it was lovely reading through it.

I assume they're talking shit about Gojo so there's that

[pogueswrld]

s6 raven reyes with the prompts "you look like you're jealous" "I'm not jealous" please :)

oohh this is so sexy omfg

pairing: s6!raven reyes x gn!poc!reader

warnings: language ig, reader flirting with murphy, jealous raven

note: I'm bacckkk!!! and I'm officially a high school graduate <3

her blood was boiling as she chugs another shot of whatever liquor Miller had provided her. Raven clenches her jaw as her eyes head back to Murphy and y/n on the dance floor.

It's been about two months since they've arrived at Sanctum and the group from Earth couldn't possibly be any happier, they were easily accepted and adorned by the people of Sanctum and were given homes to live in and chores to partake throughout the community. Raven was assigned with the tech team while her partner, y/n, got signed with Bellamy and Murphy for the supply crew.

That meant that she would be seeing much less of them, but she didn't expect it meant that they'd grow so much closer to Murphy like this. She watches as y/n chuckles while dancing with Murphy on the ancient music playing over the speakers throughout the bar. They look happy, almost carefree, and Raven almost hates herself for hating that she is not the one making them feel like this.

They've been together for the better part of six years before all hell broke loose on Earth, before they had to hop on another spaceship and travel the universe to find a new home. Needless to say, Raven and y/n were the better part fo each other, anyone with eyes can see it from miles away.

She averts her eyes away from the pair and taps her glass against the counter for the third time in the span of twenty minutes.

Miller clocks a hip and folds his arms as he staes at her, "I don't want to cut you off but you're gonna need to take a break." Raven pressed her lips together and rolled her eyes, "Please just pour me another shot."

"if you're so jealous of them together then talk to them, it's really that simple Raven. I mean how long have you two been together? Seven years? Plus a few hundred? Why are you scared of confronting them?"

Raven rolls her eyes again, "I'm not scared of anything," she glances back at her lover and catches their eye, they grin at her and she sends a tight lipped smile back then turns to face Miller, "I just hate how close they are."

Miller opens his mouth to say something but y/n dropping their body on the seat beside Raven shut him up, they wrap an arm around Raven's shoulders then press a gentle kiss to her temple. "Heya Miller." the dark skinned boy nods his head in acknowledgment, "y/l/n, what can I get you?"

They hum for a moment then shrug, "I'll have what she's having, thanks man."

When Miller fills their cups and walks away, Raven sighs, ready to gulp down her shot but y/n stop her by keeping their hand on hers. "Are you okay? You've been sulking her for the past hour."

Raven avoids eye contact as she nods and she knows y/n is not buying it when they grab her chair and tug it forcefully towards them, they lean closer to her face and examine her features as one of their hands rub soft circles to the low of her back and it sends electricity up her spine.

y/n's eyebrows rise as they seem to pinpoint exactly what had been bothering Raven and they giggle, then immediately smack a hand over their mouth to shut up. Raven rolls her eyes and bites back a smile, she was never able to lie to them for long. Y/n had this special ability to read her like an open book no matter the situation.

They giggle again and Raven's cheeks flush bright red as she downs her shot, letting the slight burn distract her from the way y/n is trying so hard not to laugh. "you—"

"No."

"Raven I swear—"

"No, I said no. I'm okay!" and at this point y/n give up trying as they wrap their arms around Raven's waist and cackle into her chest.

"You were jealous? Jealous of what—" they gasp in horror, "me and Murphy? Reyes!"

Raven groans and buries her face in her hands, her blush reaching her neck and the tips of her ears. "I'm not jealous."

"you look like you're jealous."

"I am not jealous."

y/n gives up trying to conceal their cackle and just let it out, Raven huffs and steals their shot and downs it. When they notice she took their drink, they tighten their hold on her and hug her closer, littering kisses across her exposed neck and cheeks which causes her to giggle.

"There she is," they pull away only slightly, their hold on her still tight and a drowsy smile pulls at her lips, she lets out a relieved sigh and leans her head on their chest, her eyes blinking at them from under her lashes, "My girl. You know I'd never flirt with Murphy, even if it was the end of the world."

Raven, slightly tipsy now, giggles, "I know, I'm sorry. I guess I got a little bit jealous, you two have been spending a lot of time together."

A teasing smirk pulls at y/n's lips, "Do you know why?" Raven shakes her head and y/n leans down, their lips brushing the shell of her ear and Raven shivers visibly. "He's going to propose to Emori."

She let's out a gasp of surprise and jolts out of her lover's embrace, she turns to them in shock and when y/n nods in conformation to what she just heard, Raven almost squeals, but y/n hold her close again as they chuckle at her. "Don't tell anyone though, the search for the ring isn't over yet. Do you think you can handle me spending more time with Murphy for the next couple days?"

Raven sighs as she thinks about it for a moment then shrugs, "Well I guess, if I'm getting a ring too."y/n chuckle as they press a kiss to her forehead, "we'll see babe."

[mgg-theprettiestboy]

ooh I've gotten this thought stuck in my head where post-prison Spence and y/n are married and Barnes implies that Spencer was being abusive toward/hurting y/n due to his PTSD/change of behaviour after prison and y/n just going off and shutting up Barnes. Btw I love your fics sooo much

omfg this is such a good prompt! and thank you :))

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“baby, ease up, okay?” spencer tried to get you to relax, as you both took the elevator up to your floor. you huffed, “i don’t like barnes. i hate her. i don’t care how unprofessional that might be. i hate her guts.”

“keep your temper at bay. cant have you getting fired, now can we?” he said softly, lifting a hand to tuck your hair behind your ear. his words and actions made you relax significantly, but there was still the issue of the pool of anger, bubbling inside of you. the sight of linda barnes’ face made you want to throw hands, and when she started to speak? it made you want to commit unforgivable crimes.

spencer was quick to take your hand in his as the elevator doors opened, the two of you walking into the bullpen. you could hear her voice, but tried to focus on the way spencer’s thumb was running over the back of your hand.

“is the pda really necessary, agents?” and there it was. the first dig. you turned to face her, keeping your cool, “we’re only holding hands. if it makes any of our team uncomfortable, then we’ll stop. but we’ve been reassured by them that it’s not that case.”

barnes was quick to raise her hands in surrender, “just making sure.”

you nodded curtly, releasing spencer’s hand to move to your desk opposite his, sitting down and flicking through any files on your desk that you may need to finish.

you could hear barnes talking to rossi, and even the faint sound of her voice made your fists clench. it was going to be a long day.

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you husband had promised you lunch out of the office today, to ease tensions between you and barnes. however, when the time for lunch came, he was no where to be seen. thus you began to look for him. you had no idea the conversation you would be stumbling across.

“ptsd has lasting side affects, and can alter how you react and respond to certain situations,” you heard barnes said, and you instantly felt defensive. you heard emily scoff, “you are not seriously suggesting–“

“i’m not suggesting anything. there’s a considerable amount of signs that agent reid here may be abusing his wife,” barnes said, “i mean, besides his obvious reasons of why his behaviour would change, i’m sure her behaviour has changed too.”

“i would never, ever, lay a hand on y/n,” you heard spencer say confidently, but there was hurt in his voice. you were sick of standing around and listening, and instead barged into the office they were all standing in, “you manipulative bitch.”

barnes raised both brows, “agent y/l/n, i think you should–“

“fuck whatever you think i should do,” you spat, “you have only one purpose, you know that, right? and it’s to cause trouble. you’re supposed to be here to audit the team, and instead you’re throwing about ridiculous accusations? the only person who’s about to get hurt here is you.”

“is that a threat, agent?” barnes folded her arms, as you eager accepted her challenge, “no. it’s a fucking promise. you even think about saying one bad word against spencer, you will regret it. now i suggest, you get back to work. i’ve got a lunch date.”

spencer had moved to stand beside you, so when you turned to leave the office, he followed alongside you. you stormed your way to your desk, grabbing your bag and coat and whatever else you would need, before following spencer to the empty elevator. only when you were inside did spencer finally react, by grabbing you by the hips and pulling you into a deep kiss, one which you eagerly returned.

“i love you. so fucking much. that was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen,” spencer murmured against your lips, making you smile, “i love you too baby. let’s just hope i don’t get fired for that little show.”

“she wouldn’t fire you. she’s too scared of you.”

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[frogtanii]

hi! noah anon here again, um ahaha, i may have been inspired to write a part 2 to my previous atsumu hurt/comfort drabble, i hope that's okay! ive been living for protective!y/n ever since they fought meiko for suga, so i wanted to sort of portray that!

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from the way atsumu's breathing had evened out, you assumed he'd finally fallen asleep. exhaustion from the rough night he had taking over as he laid in your bed, wrapped up in your comforting embrace. atsumu's forehead rested in the crook of your neck and his nose pressed up against your collarbone, soft breaths tickling the sensitive skin. his arm laid across your stomach, keeping you close. for the first time since he walked into your room that night, he looked peaceful.

you on the other hand, were pissed; still stewing with rage over the events of the night. the main target of your aggression being none other than miya osamu himself. how could someone be so cold to their own twin?

the more you thought about it, the more restless you got, a pit of frustration growing and twisting uncomfortably in your gut. laying still was starting to prove a difficult task. with all of this frustrated energy you just needed to move — do something, before you went insane. so as carefully as you could, you slipped out from under atsumu, gently pushing a pillow under him for support.

shutting your door as quietly as possible you padded your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and an aspirin for atsumu. he'd probably need it for when he woke up, and it was the perfect excuse to get up and move around. however, as you neared the kitchen, you noticed a figure searching through the snack cabinets, grey hairs poking out into your field of vision. of course now of all times you'd run into the object of your current frustration. did you universe hate you or something?

just ignore him, you thought to yourself, no sense in getting into a conflict tonight.

as quietly as possible, you pulled a glass cup from the cabinet and filled it up with water. you had asprin in your room, so there was no need to grab any from the common area. your next objective was to exit the kitchen as quick as possible before your urge to punch osamu in the face increased any more. at this moment, his mere presence was enough to up your anger levels.

however, the second you spun on your heels to leave, osamu was also making his way out of the kitchen, causing the two of you to almost collide. luckily osamu reacted quickly, stepping back and preventing anything from being spilt.

"fucking watch it!" he spit out, expression twisting into one of contempt.

you scoffed at his outburst, ready to hit him with a few choice words, but by the time your lips parted he was already storming out of the kitchen and into the living room. a high pitched voice could be heard when he entered, sending another wave of fury coursing through your veins. "thank you 'samu, you're the best!"

"of course baby," osamu responded, "now let's start our movie."

the noise of some cheesy romance movie soon filled the living room and all surrounding areas, way too loud for this late of an hour in your opinion. it only added to your irritation, and without even thinking you were marching yourself to the living room with conviction, glass of water left behind on the kitchen island.

usually you never sought out trouble, and you weren't too fond of confrontation when it could be avoided. in the beginning of your time in the hyper house, maybe, but as time passed you soon learned nothing you said would change anything. so to save some sanity you resorted to short quips and just plain ignoring your housemates, once your contract was up none of it mattered anymore anyway. but after holding atsumu for an hour while he sobbed, and osamu's entitled attitude, something in you snapped. fuck being the bigger person.

so with your shoulders back and head held high you stormed into the living room, snatching the remote from coffee table to pause the movie playing.

that certainly grabbed their attention.

"the fuck is yer problem?" osamu vetted, standing to square up to you, fists clenched at his side and jaw tense. meiko followed suit, but took her position slightly behind osamu, nimble fingers gripping his bicep.

"my problem? hmm let's see, maybe my problem is the fact that i just held your brother as he cried himself to sleep while you were out here cuddled up on the couch!"

meiko snickered from behind him, and you had to stop yourself from lunging at her. how dare she laugh at his pain?

"'tsumu's fine, he'll get over it. now leave so we can watch our movie." your eyes went wide at osamu's response. did he really not care?

"he's your brother, and you hurt him." the annoyed expression on osamu's face fell slightly at your statement, but he quickly recovered, expression morphing into one that could kill.  "don't act so innocent, you were probably in there twisting his mind with your little lies. you know everything that's happened between us has been your fault? you're the one that turned him against me!" his voice was gradually increasing him volume and malice, you obviously getting under his skin.

"oh please, you're still telling yourself that?" you inched closer to the pair, chin lifting up to meet osamu's steely glare, your attempt at intimidation working only on the small woman behind him.

"'samu, shes scaring me, please make her leave," meiko whimpered. Osamu placed a protective arm around her, pulling her into his side, "don't worry baby, i won't let her near you." you rolled your eyes at meiko, her feigned fear sending your patience over the edge.

"oh shut up, meiko," you snapped, causing her to coward further into osamu.  "hey, don't talk to her like that!" he shot back at you, eyes darkening as he towered over your form, but you refused to back down.

"i'm texting iwaizumi, he can make her leave." meiko began typing furiously on her phone.

you chose to ignore her, prioritizing getting in your final words before iwaizumi could come to their resuce. "you've got your head completely up your ass if you think anyone but yourself is to blame for your broken relationship with 'tsumu!"

"you have no right to—"

"what the hell is going on here?" iwaizumi stormed into the room, large arms crossed over his chest as he placed himself between you and your victims.

"iwa, thank god! me and 'samu were trying to watch a movie when y/n just came in here and started attacking us! it was so scary, please make her leave!"

you scoffed at meiko's fabricated story, but before you could even begin to defend yourself iwa spoke, "y/n, go back to your room before im forced to take action." despite his dagger sharp gaze, you refused to shrink. you were going to get your point in regardless of any threats iwaizumi threw your way. so shooting him a quick and dismissive glare, you turned your attention back to osamu and meiko to get in one final blow.

"look, i don't know what your problem with me is, and frankly i don't care. but leave atsumu the fuck out your sick little games." the venom in your voice was enough to strike real fear into meiko, who was now completely hiding behind osamu for protection. even osamu's intimidating demeanor faltered at your protectiveness over his brother.

iwaizumi was the first to break the tension, "y/n, go—"

"yeah yeah, i got it, im leaving." your cut him short, giving osamu one last glare before exiting the living room, stopping to grab the glass of water from the kitchen before heading back to your room.

in your frustration you'd completely forgotten atsumu was asleep, accidentally shutting your door back with a little too much force. "angel?" atsumu's sleep drenched voice pulled you from your stewing thoughts, and you felt any and all anger melt away when you locked eyes with him.

"where'd you go off to?" he asked, rubbing at his eyes and sitting up. you snatched a bottle of asprin from your night stand and extended it to him along with the glass of water, "figured you'd want this when you woke up."

the corner of his mouth lifted up into a lopsided smile as he accepted your offer, downing a pill and half the water in one go, "yer too good to me, angel."

you offered up a soft smile as you took the glass and pill bottle back from him and set them on your nightstand. you took a seat on your bed next to atsumu, pushing back his disheveled hair back with one hand, prompting him to let out a content hum.

"i'm sorry for waking you," you whispered, letting your hand trail down the side of his face before coming to rest against his jaw, "how are you feeling?"

atsumu leaned into your touch, "much better, thanks to you. but, can we lay down again?"

you nodded, falling back to a laying position with atsumu following suit. however, this time he pulled you into his chest, holding you in his arms. you sunk further into him, finding it much easier to sleep this time as his warmth surrounded you and calmed your nerves.

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i got a little carried away and this ended up a little longer than i intended, oops, oh well! i hope you like it!

— noah anon

hhhh,,, BESTIE OMFG UR SO SO SO TALENTED WTF???? do u have a blog cs if so sharty drop the @ ahaha (jk only if u feel comfy!!) i just mean WOW WOW WOW WOWIE

[tojakku]

I just found your blog and I’m loving your writing! If the kiss prompts are still open I would humbly request 14 with Kix? He’s my favorite

and im loving u! <3 ive already got a lovely prompt list planned for my first follower celebration >:) [if ur into that eek]

ALSO DONT MAKE ME WRITE A KIX SERIES OMFG-

[ slightly sad themes? reunited! i love my boy! mature language, mentions of death ]

prompts!

| 14. A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished. |

->

“Rex!” You holler, skittering around the corner on perilously high heels, hitching up a dark, navy coat as you turn into the hangar.

The captain in question looks up from his datapad and beams. He accepts your hug as soon as you offer it, shoulders bumping, chests colliding. In fact, it knocks the air completely out of you.

“Oof! Maker!” You topple back a few steps but Rex saves you with a quick hand. All while shouting commands at a couple lagging shinies. “Hi! I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“You heard about Christophsis?” You chew your lip, nodding. It had been said to be a massacre. “Wasn’t so bad. Press is awful.”

“I’m so glad. I’m so happy. Padmè will be elated. She’s been... ah, nevermind.” You run a hand through your hair. It’s loose, from the day’s pins, and free in the slight wind. It ruffles your coat and sets you shivering excitedly. “Is... uh...”

“Senator!” Your head does a full turn, like a convor in shock. “Oh, baby.”

Kix drops his pack and extends his arms. You gather your skirts and fling yourself into his hold.

A laugh boils up your throat, glee breaking your face in a beam.

“Oh. I thought you weren’t coming back to me.” You touch his face. He’s rough with the stubble of a couple weeks, eyes tired but bright with joy. His skin is smooth under the pads of your fingers and you smile. Blindingly.

“I’ll always come back, lovely thing,” he whispers. He leans in and kisses you, then, hard and deep. You could cry out your praises for the world, your thanks for his safe return, but he slides his tongue against yours and you crush yourself into him like wine grapes.

Every breath taken is shattered once more. You’re breathless, taking everything, greedily, kissing and touching and laughing.

“Uh, I don’t want to interrupt...” You pull away for a moment. Rex scratches awkwardly at the back of his neck. “But they need the CMO in the medbay for debrief and records check. Injury update.”

“CMO- oh, you have so much to tell me.” You kiss him smack on the cheek and he darkens a good deal with a bashful smile. “Okay. Captain,” you greet, bowing formally. “CMO.” You wink.

“See you later,” Kix says. “Usual time?” You nod, quickly. “Okay.”

“Don’t be late!”

He grins. Wickedly.

“Am I ever?”

[babycracker]

HELLO 🙌🏽 pls can we have a jordam kith with celebration + in a bar

THANK YOU BECKY!! sorry this took me so bloody long to get to, but i’m killing 2 birds with one stone this month and answering some of my waiting asks for some prompts, i hope this is ok!!

kissing prompt list (always accepting)

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Luck Of The Unit - Day 5 prompt from @wayhavenmonthly​: Bar

Rating: teen & up Pairing: adam du mortain/f!detective (jordan mills) Word Count: 1147 Warnings: alcohol consumption A/N: i’m so late omfg. but i’m getting started on catching up, so i might spam ppl over the next couple of days until i’m back on track. i have no excuse, just haven’t been motivated, sorry!

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Jordan can't pretend that she doesn't care that Adam won't be here to celebrate her birthday. Of course she wants him here, of course she's upset that she's not going to get to see him until she goes into the warehouse tomorrow. But at the same time, she knew with certainty what she was getting into when she started a relationship with him, so she probably doesn't have a reason to dwell on it too much.

"Jordie!"

She can't help but push the thoughts of Adam out of her head when she hears Felix's cheery voice booming out over the noise of the crowd, and she turns just in time for the young vampire to barrel into her, the tight bear hug he wraps her up in the only thing that keeps her from falling over.

She returns the hug, grinning over his shoulder at Nate who is watching the exchange with a smile. At least some of Unit Bravo bothered.

She can't stop herself from casting a quick glance around the room though, just in case Adam changed his mind. Evidently not, though. Felix follows her gaze around the room, then gives her a shrug and a sympathetic pat on the shoulder.

"His loss, babe," he reassures her, and she waves his concern away dismissively, despite the fact that she knows he's not buying her nonchalance.

She manages to have a decent night, despite Adam and Mason not making an appearance, largely thanks to the amount of alcohol Tina keeps practically pouring down her throat.

Her eyes are somewhat blurry as she stands at the bar, waiting for the rowdy group of guys at the other end to finish ordering drinks for their table, so she sits up on one of the stools to wait, one elbow on the bar and her chin in her hand.

"You bummed that Adam didn't show?" Tina appears beside her, a look of sympathy on her face. If Jordan wasn't already tipsy she might make fun of the way her words are slurring together. But as it is, she barely notices.

"A little," she answers slowly, letting her head fall down onto the bar and pretending not to notice the sticky something that she feels on her cheek. "I'm happy that everyone else is here though."

Tina's barely paying attention, her eyes fixed on something behind Jordan for a moment before leaning over to kiss her cheek and give her a light pat on the back.

"Spoke too soon," she says with a grin before moving away. Jordan rolls her eyes at the weirdness, turning back towards the bar and resting her chin on her hand again, her hand now laid out flat on the surface of the bar.

She startles when a familiar hand rests on the bar beside her, and she eyes it for a moment as she tries to muster the strength to turn and look at who's behind her. Before she can, another hand slides lightly up her back and while she's still trying to decide how to react, she feels Adam's breath on her ear.

"Happy birthday, Jordan."

She grins, but fights the expression away before spinning around atop her bar stool to face him.

"I think I'm annoyed with you," she states, trying to narrow her eyes at him but the amused expression with which he's fixed her is making it difficult to remember why she's annoyed.

"Why is that?"

She thinks for a moment, then lifts a hand to poke him in the chest as his other rests on the bar, boxing her between it and the bench.

"Because you weren't here."

"I am here now. And you are intoxicated."

"Maybe I wouldn't be if you'd been here earlier."

He raises an eyebrow disbelievingly, "wouldn't you?"

They both know it's an outright lie and while she feels significantly less drunk now that he's standing in front of her, she still can't be bothered maintaining the ruse.

"Why are you here, anyway?" she asks instead, and he glances at the crowd around them before leaning in to speak in her ear.

"It was pointed out to me that if I am to be your… partner, I should make more of an effort to be with you on occasions such as this one. Even if the setting is less than ideal."

He is still yet to call her his girlfriend, and she doubts that he ever will. But "partner" is something that he's only recently started, so she's running with it. It probably describes them better anyway. Partners are equal, partners make a choice every day to remain in a partnership, it's not done out of perceived obligation.

"Pointed out to you by who?" She asks, genuinely confused. Felix and Nate have been here for hours already.

"Mason," he answers shortly, and her eyes widen a fraction in surprise before she scans the bar behind Adam.

"So where is he?"

He chuckles and shifts closer to her, coming to stand between her legs, and if she wasn't still feeling a little buzzed she might be surprised by the proximity in such a public place. "Being that he is not your partner he didn't see it as necessary to show the same level of support."

She shrugs dismissively, forgetting about Mason just as quickly as she'd thought of him now that she has Adam here.

"Well thank you for coming."

He doesn't answer, just ducks his head down to press his lips lightly to hers. This time she is surprised by the public display of affection. So surprised that she almost forgets to kiss him back until one of his hands moves from the bar to the back of her neck.

She's vaguely aware of hearing the bartender finally reaching her side of the bar behind her but she doesn't acknowledge her, far less interested in drinking than taking in the fact that Adam is tonight disregarding his own rules around being around a mass of humans socially and publicly being with her, seemingly just to make her happy.

She grabs the lapels of his jacket and uses them to pull herself up closer to him as she deepens the kiss, groaning softly when his tongue slips into her mouth.

"You taste of vodka and… flavoured sugar," he points out, and she shrugs and raises an eyebrow at him.

"Maybe you should have gotten here earlier, then."

He chuckles, not bothering to answer her and instead just kissing her once more, light and quick before straightening back up away from her. She turns to begin her wait for service again, his hands coming to rest on her waist as he remains behind her.

"Happy birthday," he repeats in a murmur against her neck, and she brings a hand up to rest on the side of his face before turning to kiss his cheek.

"Thank you, Adam."

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[clare-with-no-i]

CLARE !! thank you for reblogging the directors cut post. I'd like to ask how you came up with this absolute work of ART from invictus . It stays in my mind rent free . I've literally sent a screenshot of this to 3 of my close friends and we have obsessed over it several times !!!!! To the point where we say 'let's take the James approach to this situation' when we are dealing with some bullshit life has thrown at us. LOVE UUUU QUEEN 💗♥️

The exercpt -

When hope left Pandora’s box, it must have idled in the breeze for thousands of years, waiting for the day James Potter was born. It is stitched into every muscle in his body.

“Alright?” He prompts once more, and after a moment, she nods. Someone switches the record again, and Mick Jagger’s voice fills the space between them.

James isn’t a realist—she’s always occupied that space in their relationship. But he’s sitting in front of her, real and flesh and blood and breathing, and to believe him is a choice. She will choose the life he’s envisioned, and if nothing else, if the world falls apart around them, that at least will have been in her power.

ok! first of all, this question made me actually squeal out loud. like, full "EEEEEEEE!" in a public place when I read it an hour ago, which was unfortunate because I was on my way to the gym and could not answer quite yet. but I need you to know how much I am honored and flattered that you have sent passages from my work to your friends!???!? omfg?!?!??!?

but to actually get into the meat of the (wonderful) question, here we go:

I find Greek mythology to be so metaphorically rich and beautiful, and the way that the Classical Greek poets and writers personify emotion and human experience is so enchanting. I catch myself referencing it quite a bit in my fics, and I even have an unpublished/unfinished draft on AO3 called theogony which tells Jily's story through the lenses of different minor Greek gods.

the Pandora's box passage came after a few minutes of sitting with my James in my head - what are his key traits? what do I want to get across in this specific story? and I knew that his unyielding optimism was the main one, so I really tried to create an image that would convey the magnitude of its presence in his personality. I remembered the story of Pandora's box, and how Hope was left behind while the plagues of the world were released; and I thought, what if it was waiting for someone? and then there we go!

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the second passage is really an example of me trying to balance action and description, which I do with varying levels of success from story to story. but I love writing scenes with music - it adds such a layer to the ambience, and it is such an easy way to subtly give voice to emotion, even if the characters themselves aren't speaking or moving. in invictus, I wanted the music to move and shift with Lily - she's having a quiet, withdrawn moment, and then when James approaches and really digs deep into her emotions, the entire mood of the room shifts for her, music included.

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the third passage is where I muscle into the title of the story, the poem Invictus by William Ernest Henley, which is one of my favorite poems of all time. Lily is sitting here, forced to be more jaded than James because of her life experiences and her upbringing, and she has two options: rebuff what he's saying and sink further into the melancholy of the war, or choose to let some of his light in - and one of the great things about how I envision their relationship is that he never pushes one or another on her, and will accept her either way, but just the knowledge of his presence encourages her to accept some of his optimism. I wanted to play around with the concept of personal/emotional agency in invictus, that one thing the war could never take away from these kids - because, honestly, they were kids - is their choice to participate and to believe in a better world, and for Lily especially, this is so grounded in her interpersonal relationships.

a good friend of mine wrote a piece in memoriam for someone we went to high school with who passed away this past year, and there's one line in it that haunts me to this day, part of which I shamelessly threw into Bond and Free because it's just aching and beautiful, and I think it summarizes invictus really well:

"Human connection is such a shallow, finicky thing and yet it’s oxygen."

thank you again for this question. invictus is really, really special to me, so it really warms my heart to know it's impacted other people too. xx

[borathae]

Fanfic Stats Game

Tagged by @breadoffoxy thank you so much Foxy!! 💜

author name: borathae, Sibi

fandoms you write for: BTS

where you post: Tumblr & AO3

most popular oneshot: Come Here I’m Your Paradise

most popular multi-chapter story: Seeing Red

favorite story you wrote: omfg I can’t decide, but I do love the Cocktail Trilogy very much. Also Sanguis Alpha and I Hate You, I Love You but those two are to be posted in the future still

story you were nervous to post: Purple Rain, holy shit my heart went 600 beats per second every time I posted a new chapter

how do you pick your titles: I open my notepad, grab my pen and then write everything down that comes into my mind no matter how silly or weird (gotta clean that brain of ideas) and then I continue doing exactly that until I finally come up with a title, that I like. Sometimes it takes me like five minutes, other times like an hour or so lmaoo

do you outline: sometimes, most of the times I just go with the flow. But when I am struggling with a scene and/or lack inspiration I try to outline what I want to write

how many of your stories are complete: just look at my masterlist lmao

in progress: currently? six (and three of them are giving me a mighty hard time)

coming soon: I Hate You, I Love You. I am literally so EXCITED already, this story is one gem of a story. And also of course all the Orange Ginger Chai drabbles I have queued and two oneshots as well

do you accept prompts: yes of course I do. Please send them in! 

upcoming story you’re the most excited for: I Hate You, I Love You but also Sanguis Alpha because that story is one beAst of a story omfg

[nextstopparis]

2, 18, & 19 for the long answer ask?🥺✨

lsfjskjfs ahhh thank u :DDD (also now this is my chance to tell you how much i love YOUR blog omg)

2. What’s your top five songs at the moment and why?

OOF. well rn im listening to Love Story (taylors version) so thats gotta be one of them lol. 

i also really like Good Life by OneRepublic and On Top of the World by Imagine Dragons because they r very good songs. i listen to them a lot whenever things Go Right in my life so i guess i also have good memories related to them.

theres this instrumental piece from the soundtrack for The Crown, called Sisters, and i cannot stop listening to it. i cant really explain bc words??? but i lovelovelove it more than i can say. its been on repeat for like a month now, at least. and while we’re on instrumental pieces: Gwen and Arthur’s Theme from Merlin is just. so many chefs kisses omfg...

18. Describe an essay/story you wrote in school

omfg ok... if its ok im gonna do both an essay and a story if thats ok bc i LOVeD gr.12 english and was really happy with a few of my things. idk how specific u want the description so im gonna get really specific omg feel free to not read this lskjfslkf:

welp one of the last essays i wrote in high school was about the great gatsby. it was like. 2.4k words long, and all about truth vs. reality and gatsby’s journey from creating this ideal life for himself in his head and trying to replicate it in real life and how it all eventually crumbled bc real life cant be ideal and blah blah blah. basically, i was just describing how he daydreamed and then his eventual demise in not being able to accept that the daydreams would never be perfectly replicated in the real world. it was a critical analytical essay and i basically just followed gatsby’s life in each paragraph i think? except we were encouraged to make it a universal thing, not a character study, so by “followed his life” i mean i just used diff parts of his life as my pieces of evidence lmfao... the first paragraph was about how ppl build up their ideal lives in their head, the second paragraph was abt how with the right incentive ppl seek to actually build said ideal life but...outside their head... and the third paragraph was the inevitability of reality falling short of the perfectness they’d imagined in their minds (i mostly used his relationship w daisy as the evidence for that last one lmfao). anyway, it was called “how to save a life” bc i thought i was funny w the whole ideal life crumbling and... the end...anyway idek. i was really proud of that essay, i liked my ideas and it was fairly easy to come up with. wording it was a bitch and after i handed it in i remember reading the doc and not understanding a single sentence and then panicking but. thats not important i got 100 so go me!!. (also: yes i did in fact pull it up to answer this bc i forgot kfjslkjfslkj)

anyway. so gr. 12 english was especially fun bc that was the year it wasnt all about essays. based on the text we read, we either got essay prompts or story prompts. for frankenstein, we got like three pages of quotes and were told to pick one and write a creative piece on it. i chose “I shall commit my thoughts to paper, it is true; but that is a poor medium for the communication of feeling”. anyway, i split the quote up into three parts and used those as page breaks to break up three diff sections. the whole thing was just three different stories of three different people in three different situations encountering the same problem. a girl who was trying to write a eulogy for her mom but not knowing the right words to use to do her mom justice, a boy with an oversensitivity issue trying to journal his thoughts but not being able to describe the way it feels properly, and an artist who’s trying to describe an art piece of hers but not knowing how to with words. i was really happy with that one too. :)

(unrelated but i also wrote an essay on j*an j*ques r**sseau and bitched about him the entire essay lmfao but anyway)

19. Whats sole life advice everyone should know?

man, ive barely been alive for 2 decades i jfslkfjslkjfks idek. heres one thing i would have loved to hear at some point: it’s okay to fail at some things, and it is okay to fail at them more than once. heres something ive just learned myself, i guess: people, more often than not, really appreciate it when you wish them a happy birthday, or tell them ‘good job’ or whatever. even if it feels awkward or embarrassing to say it at first. 

lkjksjfsk sorry im really not one to go to for advice lmfao

[solarpearl]

hnrnnshfrufukrkfij your writing literally makes me wanna cry it’s so good. please spare me omfg it’s so good i just. THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD. 🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲🤲💔💔💔💔💔💔

since requests are open can i request a scenario where reader openly showers xiao (or albedo, or whoever you want, really) in affection and hugs just bc reader is a touchy person and adores him?? but it’s not like reader expects anything back, they just want to show him how appreciated he is!! can be platonic or romantic, in whatever format :)) YOU DONT HAVE TO ACCEPT THIS ASK i mainly just wanted to thank you for the food ☝️☝️☝️ your writing is seriously so delish 🧎🏻‍♀️💔💔💔

hi darl!! i couldn’t write any xiao but i did manage to crack out an albedo one for this prompt, hope that’s fine :( i’ll try to write a xiao one in the future!! but here’s your request darling, thank you so much for you nice words mwah mwah.

[daebakinc]

BTS Speak Yourself MetLife Day 2 Fan Account

They were really feeling themselves today, maybe because it was the last day of their US tour. Like they were all bouncy and smiling and confident through out (until the end, but I’ll get to that).

The crowd was really on too; they did so many more chants and sang a lot louder to all the songs too.

A lot of the intros was the same, but Taehyung added “Army, look at us! You make this, Army! We purple you!”, Jungkook did a cute twirl during his and Hoseok said “Let’s spread our wings!” as the segue into Outro: Wings.

During Outro: Wings, they all held out their mics for us to sing the word “fly” every time it came up. 

Hoseok got the biggest smirk when we chanted his name during his solo. He yelled “Love you, Metlife!” and adlibbed during one of the parts where he sings. LET HIM SING MORE!!!!!!!!!!

Jungkook’s smile at the fanchants during his solo was so big he almost couldn’t sing. He ended with a finger heart and a “I love you, guys!”

Yoongi didn’t bother getting the streamers off himself and played with them for most of Best of Me.

Jimin flashed his stomach so much more today during Serendipity. That means even more flashes of his tattoo (IT BETTER BE REAL!). His dancing is so fluid, like his ballet training clearly still heavily influences his dancing and I love it. He also ended his song with finger hearts.

Joon was super cute for his solo and very obviously got hyped off our singing the “saram, saram, saram” line of the chorus. 

Taehyung kept making dumb faces right before and during the beginning of Boy with Luv, with Hoseok ended up imitating him too lol. They were so smiley the whole time too.

OMFG THE STUPIDITY DURING THEIR TALKING BREAK!!!!!!!!!!! Jungkook was showing off his English and said “You know that this stadium is also famous for NFL.” to which Taehyung responded by asking about who was a famous running back, and to which in turn Jin started claiming it was him. Jimin and Namjoon both started teasing Jin for having dangerous shoulders. Jin wadded up a towel or t-shirt(not sure which) like a football and tried to run his way through the line of boys. He got past Hoseok but epicly failed get past Jungkook, eventually being swarmed by all of them. Namjoon was like “YOU FAILED!!!” while laughing with Jimin. Jin said “It’s okay because I’m a bad boy. YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU YOU BAD BOYS!” And then of FUCKING COURSE, Namjoon responds “I like being bad.” BOY YOU BETTER NOT! He then continued “Well, Jin failed but we’ll show you what a touchdown is with our next killer song.”

JIMIN DID MY FAVORITE ADLIB HE DOES FOR DOPE!

Taehyung was playing behind Hoseok during part of Bapsae and Hoseok DID A FRIGGIN JUMP SPLIT!

Namjoon said Idol was a song that said a lot about them. I could swear they turned down the background vocals for the chorus so we could sing them back to BTS. Hoseok was hyping up Yoongi’s parts and Jungkook was so damn sweaty.

Green is so Taehyung’s color, just saying. There were sooooo many fanboy screams for him.

Jungkook did the jacket slipping from his shoulder thing during Fake Love (not sure if it was intentional or not), and that was honestly sexier than his ab flashes. 

Yoongi was on a moving walkway thing during the beginning of Seesaw, so him lol, and then his dancers were on it later, which was a really cool effect.

I didn’t mention this from last night, but god Jin’s vocals. I cannot say how proud and in awe of him I am. His voice and singing ability have grown so much in a year, let alone since their very beginnings. Like…. his hard work cannot be appreciated enough. He started getting teary eyed, sweet boy.

The vocal line were all mouthing each other’s lines during The Truth Untold. That is when Jin did actually cry OTL. Jungkook did some harmonizing with Jin and Jimin and it was fucking amazing. The talent.

Holy Namjoon in a headband! I forgot about this too, but during Outro: Tear, there were light effects to make the rap line look like they were on fire and they really were.

Anpanman was such a mess of a playground lol. Taehyung was playing with everyone. Namjoon was bouncing as he was sitting on one part of the blow-up things, Yoongi was doing the superhero pose, etc. Taehyung got stuck between the blowup seats and had to get pulled out by Jin. Yoongi tried jumping onto a blowup seat and failed lol. Jimin and Yoongi slid down the slide together. Yoongi also did a cute little grandpa two step dance and the idiot was twerking his way back up the catwalk. And of course, maknae see, maknae do, so Jungkook also had to shake his butt at the camera. Taehyung joined in too, and was also playing with his bucket hat.

So What was also a mess of happy boys. Yoongi ran back to the extended stage doing his little old man running while stupidly grinning. OTL Taehyung piggybacked Jin but was bouncing so Jin ended up head banging and Jin returned the favor towards the end lol. I guess Hoseok was worried about Taehyung falling because he had a hand on Taehyung’s back during this. Jin collapsed at the end so Jungkook had to mess with him by lifting his leg and trying to push it to his chest. Jimin yelled “I love you” as the lights faded.

Hoseok was heavilyyyyyy flirting with the camera during Make It Right and his singing!!!!!!!!!! Jungkook and Jimin were hyping up Yoongi’s rap again, they all love him so much.

At picture time, Hosoek was whining about it being the last night.

For the wave, Jungkook demonstrated how to do the wave, and when we copied him, the little shit said “Look at my power.” Brat I love you. Bless Jimin, he called us “geniuses” for being able to follow simple instructions lol. However, we were too fast for them when they got us to do the wave from front to back, prompting Namjoon to say “That was fast, but not enough. Sorry, we’re human but y’all were really fast.” When we actually did the wave properly, with Jimin running around the stage to follow it, Jin kept saying it was perfect and Namjoon said “This is the last day, I just want to end it from this.”

Goodbyes (everyone but Yoongi spoke entirely in English!):

Hoseok:  Tonight is our last night for our US tour. *made a pouty face* I was so nervous because it was our first stadium tour, but I’m not nervous anymore because Army had so much fun. You guys make me feel very appreciated(I think?). We will be back. We’ll love you forever. Until next time, please be happy. *blew a kiss*

Taehyung: I have something serious to say. When we comeback next year, will you come back? I want this feeling next year? Next year when we come back, Army needs to yell BTS please. We purple you. I’m done. *dropped his hat*

Yoongi: *made silly faces when we started screaming* This is our last stop in the US. I remember the first time I got into New York, we went to eat one time and I noticed this one theater, and it was the theater from our first US tour. In a small theater to MetLife. Everything is possible because of what you guys have done. *took out his earpiece to hear us scream again*

Jin: *blew a kiss* It’s the last time in US. Tonight was our last show with you. We are totally blessed and happy to share this moment with you. Army, we are family. You’re my family, we’ll see you later. I love you 3000.

Jimin: *he looked at the crowd a really long time* Hi, guys. Once again, I learned something from you tonight. This concert can only be done because of you. We share this scenery, we listen to each other cry and love. This journey was amazing. We can’t thank you enough. We promise we’ll come back here. Always stay amazing. I love you all.

Jungkook: *this kid pulled Jin’s rose from his hood and was so proud of himself! He shook Jin’s hand and then threw the rose down lol).  I was in the car with the manager and I looked up at the sky. It was so clear and it got me excited, but I experienced last night, I was also super excited for tonight’s show. We love you guys. You are part of the act(?). Because Army, when you smile, I smile. Because every night with Army, you make my day. I will always remember this moment with you. Thank you. I love you.

Namjoon: *we chanted his name and made him smile* I’ll remember this forever. I’m gonna start. You know what they say about the American journey: it’s a dream that some say we’ve reached it, some say we haven’t. We didn’t dream it because we thought it was something we couldn’t, that we couldn’t reach that. Army, look at this. America, thank you for embracing us, accepting us, 7 boys from Korea who sing in Korean and have different looks, sing in a different tongue. You all prove music transcends everything(?). Pause this moment. I didn’t notice, but I realized you guys did become our real dream. That is important. The most important thing is playing with you guys, listening to the same thing. This moment will forever be my dream. You all have your own life stories and we see your stories. You all are the stars and the lighthouse that guide our night.

He got us to put our cellphone lights on again, saying “Technology time.”

Jungkook absolutely lost it during the final song when they were just walking around waving, like red nose and all, poor thing. Luckily the boys gave him a group hug and made him smile.

[angelspigeon]

I realllllly need more of your AkuSai fics! They're AMAZING!

THANK YOU?! 

Omfg!! You don’t know how much this meant for me!!!!

I love them. I love them SO MUCH!!! (Yeah I think you could have guess that? xD)

So!! I don’t actually share everything here because I want to keep the tumblr as much as an ask-blog possible, which mean I almost only share my fanfiction here when they’re like ‘friends gave me this prompt and I wrote about it’ or if it’s totally related to my headcanons.

Maybe I could manage to share one or two of the draft of my Fanbook if that interest some of y’all?

I will soon (like… maybe the day after tomorrow (Sunday) share another Akusai/Leaisa stuff and I will start to work on a bigger thing that will probably end here too! But I say no more because it’s only project)

in another note, my AO3 has pretty much Akusai stuff and I’ll start to post really soon…

My Circus AU (mostly inspired by The Greatest Showman)

A kindoff slowburn I wrote after one of my best friend’s idea (she’s Ame Nocturna on twitter and Instagram and she’s doing absolutely beautiful art, I recommand her)

(already started but will continue) Master Isa AU inspired by the amazing Saixbossom on twitter (please interract with him only if your major or it will make him uneasy)

I’m also interested by this list of prompt especially some of them for those lovelies lovebirds

I don’t know if I’ve more to talk about them? (well I’ve my main fic but it’s on hiatus because I need to finish other stuff before (and to correct full OC stuff!!))

And, OF COURSE, I’m accepting any ask about them =D

Aaaah… when it comes to them, I’m talking too much, sorry xD

Here is my AO3 if ever you want to read more! => |   °|

[raiiju]

"you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you." ( cardia ur such a hypocrite omfg )

prompt || accepting. 

Although one might be offended by the statement, Hak wasn’t going to argue the doctor’s words. It was true that he didn’t pay enough heed to his own wounds & injuries, and often let it build up to the point that it rendered him helpless. So Hak complied with the doctor’s orders, sitting still while she worked on closing up the injuries that’d reopened. 

She’d told him to focus on getting some rest and to be careful with his body, but the Thunderbeast wasn’t quite used to either. “Thank you, doctor-lady,” Hak replied with a smile, once she finished wrapping up his arm ; it being a nickname he’d picked up for her along the way. She had no reason to continue helping him the way she did, but she did so anyway. It was something Hak appreciated a whole lot. Although, words didn’t come to him quite so easily. His actions were definitely much louder— and he fully intended repay her when she needed him to. 

[naptis-lucis-caelum]

HAPPY 420 (Noctis x Reader)

welllll it’s officially 420 and I’m stoned so might as well right? based on this photo of Noct, Iggy, and Prompto getting high as fuck floating around, posted by his-shining-tears, and the source says Twitter but the link just goes to the homepage. if anybody knows the original source, kindly send it to my inbox please! idk why it got fluffy in the end, but yall know me i’m a thirsty Noctis hoe and will do just about anything to write about him lmao. AANNNNDDD ENJOY 

p.s. I know they’re in a tent in the photo but wtv

Rating: SFW

Pairing(s): Noctis Lucis Caelum/Reader

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Warning(s): Drugs, swearing

Plot Summary: The guys invite you to celebrate the mystical stoner holiday of 4/20 with a little help from Gladio’s not-so-secret stash.

Words: 2,143

As soon as you finished your last lecture for the day, your phone began to vibrate violently in your pocket.

New Message from CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD:

WRU????

“Oh, for the love of–” you hurriedly scrolled down in order to hide that extremely compromising photo of the Crown Prince and his Crownsguard. 

You lowered the brightness of your screen and scrolled back up again, pinching the screen and zooming on their faces. The only thing that gave Prompto’s current state of mind away was the redness in his eyes; Iggy was clearly stoned, with his eyes almost invisible; while Noct’s cheeky grin-and-thumbs-up combination made your heart flutter a little bit. Leaving the classroom, you replied,

omfg whose stash are u smoking?

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: irrelevant question

You knew for a fact that Ignis had grabbed Prompto’s phone to send that reply himself. 

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: u didnt answer the question

i just finished class

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: k cool were at the apartment

The sender’s disregard for mentioning whose apartment they were in specifically only meant that the person currently holding Prompto’s phone was none other than the owner of the apartment himself, Noctis.

...is that an invitation or

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: obvs

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: hurry

CHOCOBO BUTT HEAD: AND BRING FOOD

With two paper bags filled with chips, candy, and Ebony, you stepped off the elevator and entered the hallway. You could already smell the dank from there, hearing laughter faintly echoing the corridor. The noise gradually got louder as made your way to the apartment, confirming that they were indeed the laughter of your friends.

After a bit of struggling, you finally managed to ring the doorbell. Obvious shuffling from the other side of the door moved closer to you until a blondie opened the door.

“She’s here!” Prompto yelled out. He looked back at you and noticed the bags you were carrying, taking them off your hands and adding, “And she bought the food, guys!”

You closed the door behind you and followed Prompto into the living room. On the floor sat the other two who appeared in the photo; they were missing an additional person. You stared at each of their obviously stoned faces one by one, adding two and two together until it hit you.

“So,” you grinned, joining their circle and taking the space between Noctis and Ignis. “Does Gladio know you’re smoking his weed?”

Noct chuckled lazily, “Nope, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

Ignis passed you a freshly rolled joint and a lighter. “Spark it?” he offered with a sluggish smile.

“Why thank you, Iggy.”

You took the joint and placed the filter between your lips, leaning forward as Ignis sparked the lighter. You took a puff, then another, and one more until the burn looked even from your end. A deep exhale with a cloud of smoke escaped your lips, adding to the already low visibility of the room. Psychedelic rock music softly blasted from Noct’s speakers on the table as you passed it over to Prompto who was busy digging in.

He grabbed the joint and took a sip of water. “You guys know what,” he inhaled sharply. “I love eating.”

Prompto took another puff, holding it in for a couple seconds before releasing completely. He passed it to Iggy who just opened a can of Ebony. Careful, he took a quick sip from his fountain of youth and followed it with a deep inhale of his perfect roll.

“And I love Ebony.”

The Prince happily accepted Iggy’s joint offer, moving forward to grab it before leaning back on the couch. He stretched out his right leg and fixed his left knee up. 

Giggling, he took his first drag of the new joint. “And I love–” He turned to you for a second then quickly looked away, shaking his head. “Lucis!” he quickly finished, exhaling the smoke.

“You always get nationalistic when you’re high,” you pointed out, erupting in laughter with Prompto and Iggy. 

Noct joined in and ran a hand through his midnight hair, “It’s because I think the past Kings of Lucis try to speak to me when I’m stoned!”

The roaring got louder with his comment and the joint started another cycle. You took it from Noct and passed it on to Prompto who kept it between his thumb and index fingers. 

“Do you guys think the past Kings see us right now?” he asked.

“If they did,” Noct said. “I just wanna say sorry to my great-great-great-grandfather’s grandfather,” he finished off.

Next thing you knew, Noct was already handing the joint to you. Has it been that long already? Or did I space out? Wow, this is some pretty good shit.

Your eyes began to droop, but from the corner of your eye, you could see the Prince watching you take a hit. Unsure of whether it was the weed or just you, you started to become more conscious of your actions as you handed the half-joint over to the marksman. Prompto let it hang on the corner of his lips for a few moments, fixing the snacks you had bought on the table in the middle of your circle.

“... I’m fairly certain His Majesty’s done his fair share of rule breaking,” Ignis chimed in, snapping you back into reality.

Okay, you were transcending your current realm. 

You shook your head to look at the three men chatting away. You must’ve been quiet for a while now, considering the fact that you weren’t entirely sure what they were on about.

“King Regis toking? Fuck me, that’d make for one hell of a cover!” Noct exclaimed as he entered a fit of laughter. 

Slowly, Iggy exhaled once more and a cloud of smoke appeared above your heads. He tapped Noct’s arm and showed him the remaining of the joint, prompting him to calm down a little bit so he could take his hit.

“Your old man? A stoner?” Prompto reiterated with his thumb under his chin. “I could so picture it, dude!”

“And as it turns out, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Ignis teased.

“Get off my dick, Iggy,” Noct joked in response, making all of you laugh this time. “And stop trying to sneak vegetables in my food all the damn time. If you like them so much, just eat it yourself!” He puffed out and stretched his arm out to you. “You should roach this,” he suggested with a faint smile quirking up his lips. 

“Nah, go ahead,” you offered back. “You’re already holding it.”

“But you just got here!” he retorted, moving his arm up and down to add emphasis to the burning joint. “Those in favor, say I.”

“I!” Prompto and Iggy voted together, raising their right hands in support.

You shrugged, “If you insist.”

You roached what was left of the roll, then killed it on the ashtray on the table. The moment you leaned back on the couch, you felt a tap on your arm and saw Noctis doing the exact same thing he was doing just now.

“Wait, what the fuck?” you said out loud, looking over at the filter of the last joint on the ashtray, then back at the joint Noctis was holding. “Didn’t I just kill one?”

“Dude, that was ages ago,” Prompto answered you as his right hand dove inside a bag of chips.

“No way,” you replied in disbelief. 

On your left, Noct refrained himself from chuckling, in turn making Iggy chuckle too. The two of them looked at each other and, unable to control themselves, burst into a mixture of heavy wheezing and loud ha-has.

Your eyes switched from studying Noct and Iggy’s face, bouncing back and forth as you watched them either slap their thigh or clap their hands. The Prince favored the thigh slap more, while the Royal Advisor preferred to clap his leathered hands.

“Ah, you’re so fucking cute when you’re stoned,” Noct blurted out, turning his head to face your blush-mantled cheeks. 

You rolled your eyes in a response but you could feel the heat on your face rising. Mockingly, you grabbed the not-so-new joint from his fingers and inhaled. “I swear,” you held your breath. “I just roached the other one.”

“If you did, we wouldn’t be having this conversation, now would we?” Prompto fired back as he pulled his hand out to take the joint. 

You paused, “But we were having a totally different conversation before this.”

“Indeed,” Iggy nodded. “Prompto and I best be going.”

“Huh?” you responded. “I just got here, Iggy! Come on, stay a while longer?”

“Just got here?” a voice from below you asked.

You looked down and found Noct’s head resting on your lap, his glassy blue eyes looking straight into yours. Once you began to feel the physicality of your body, you found your right hand unconsciously combing through his hair. When did he lie down?

“Yeah, didn’t we just...?” You pointed over at the overflowing ashtray on the table, spotting the countless filters resting on top of each other. The food was completely devoured, and you realized you actually felt pretty full.

“Holy shit, how stoned are you?” Prompto taunted. “It’s almost midnight and I’m fuckin’ sleepy.”

“Again, you guys don’t have to go,” Noct said. “Just sleep here!”

Iggy and Prompto looked at each other, rolling their eyes at that comment he just made. You stared as the two of them conversed with their eyes, obviously making sure you wouldn’t get the hint. 

“Nah, I’d rather sleep on my own bed,” Prompto declined.

“I share the same sentiments,” Iggy nodded, moving his hand up to adjust his glasses. “By the way, Noct, I’m in no mood to drive so I’ll be leaving the Regalia in your hands.”

“Ha,” Noctis scoffed. “I’m a great driver!”

“I meant to say, ‘don’t fuck it up.’” Ignis bit back. “Goodnight, you two.”

"Later!” Prompto called out.

This left you and Noctis’ head on your thighs all alone. You awkwardly continued to play with the softness of his hair, pretending like this was a normal occurrence in your friendship. He attempted to do the same, lightly grazing the thumb on his right hand over your left knee. 

Finally, he cleared his throat and broke the silence. “I don’t... I don’t think you’re in the condition to drive,” he stated.

“I-I–”

Was he seriously asking you to sleep there?

“I think I’ll be fine,” you nodded.

“Please, I insist!” he maintained. “If anything terrible happened to you...” 

Noct’s voice trailed off but he kept his eyes locked on yours.

You took a deep breath, “Alright. Alright, yeah, sure.”

Okay, he gets it, you’re staying the night. Calm down.

“Cool!” he squeaked, getting up and patting the dust from his cargo pants away. “I’ll... I’ll get the couch ready. You can take my bed,” he generously presented.

“Noct,” you titled your head. “Please, I’ll take the couch. I don’t wanna displace you in your home.”

He scratched the back of his head and aired out a laugh, “It’s no big deal, really!”

Your heart began to beat faster as the seconds passed. Finally, you plucked up the courage and proposed,

“I don’t mind sharing the bed.”

His sea blue eyes grew wide for a moment before he quickly bobbed his head up and down in extreme concurrence. You entered the bedroom behind him, and even though you’ve been in there countless times before, being along with Noctis was pushing your mind into overdrive, your heart into arrest, and your primal want into a need. 

As you settled into bed with him, all cleaned up and still quite blazed, you snuggled up to his side and patted his arm in an upward motion. He looked down at you and grinned, lifting his arm up and allowing you to place your head on his shoulder. Tilting your body sideways, you closed your eyes and rested your hand on his chest. 

It was a relief to know that his heart was beating just as fast as yours.

“Happy 420,” he said randomly, causing you both to giggle.

“Happy 420, Noct.”

He planted what seemed like a long, overdue kiss on your forehead. Maybe the next time you smoke together, the two of you will finally be vocal about how you feel for each other.

[ihavenoside]

So, the route I took to make this Connor even plausible. So much fun with the idea that Cyberlife comes first, DPD second and any human life third with the alternating theme that these protocols switch depending on the level of priority and his AI is always evolving with each encounter. I’m going to make this as simple as possible but will probably write drabbles of his mindset for each one, because why not lol. So spoiler alert? 

The Hostage

He saves the fish, gets all the clues, ALWAYS talks as pleasantly as possible to humans. Even Gavin unless given an order that wasn’t by Hank. He doesn’t take the gun and treats the Andriod like a machine as much as possible. He saves the downed officer but fails to catch the hostage as Andriod takes her with it.

Name > Release hostage > Defective > Possible Cause > Realistic > Accepts The helicopter to leave. > Last chance > Refuse > Fails to get to them in time.

Partners

Connor treats Hank pleasantly, buys him a drink, obeys waiting in the car, finds all the clues, gets the scene right, finds the android.

at Jimmy's bar. (would have scanned all the faces in the room but I knew which one was hank so I didn’t. probably would have looked at himself in the mirror? also didn't because I went straight to Hank. 

Reason > Understanding > Buy him another drink.

The Interrogation

Looks at self in the oneway mirror, reviews case folder, looks over android before sitting down. asks about fear > photos > threaten > threaten again > trust > Truth > Truth > Convenient it > Order > Indifferent > Terrify. 

Writing > rA9 > Statuette > Offering > Insisit rA9 > Trigger > Attic.

Intervent >  Intervent >  Intervent.

Waiting for Hank...

When talking to Amanda, Cyberlife’s first so give the most case-related answers. Sound uncaring about hank. Deviancy > Dysfunctional > Indifferent.

Learns all he can about hank, leaves hank a message, doesn’t ask about baseball or androids. Goes into the office with hank, askes about case files. Goes to the break room, answers Gavin's questions but doesn’t make him a coffee. Greet > Answer > Refuse.

Talking with Hank. Understanding > Positive > Desk > Dog > Music > Hours > Fowler > Start working.

Understanding > Determined. 

On the Run

Kara made it pass police without being spotted. (was trying to get kara, Luther, and Alice to Canada. AND DID OMFG. It took me 5 playthroughs lol

The Nest

Is friendly to Hank, Connor finds all the clues, takes the book, finds the android. Hank’s survival rate was 89% and so his mission to cyberlife takes priority and chases after Rupert. 

Apologize for behavior > Gambling > Cholesterol > Deviants > About Connor > Hank and Androids. Connor tells Hank the Truth about the loss of Emma from The Hostage. Connor tells Hank the Truth about knowing about him. > Sincere.

Russian Roulette

Talking with Amanda. Diary > Signs on walls > Explain > Ambiguous.

Rings the doorbell twice, knows all he can about hank. Doesn’t question Hank about the gun. Teases about going to the club. PETS SUMO lol.

Solution > Tease

The Eden Club

Entering the Eden Club, he stares too long at one of the androids, because why not. Gets all the clues.

Sooth > Facts > Murderer > Murderer > Alone > Model.

Conanically, Hank spends $90 on Traci's but I made 1 mistakes so it was $120. not that it matters. Connor finds all the clues, shoots the Traci, more out of self-defense and it’s the first deviant he’s killed by his own hands. 

The Bridge

Personal Question > Photo > Before > rA9 > Rational > Defensive > Disturbed > Yes > Defy (not really what I would have gone for but I was panicking through options lol.) but it still works.

Public Enemy

Talking to Amanda. Eden club > Determined > indifferent.

At the tower, finds all the clues. The officer from The Hostage he saved pulls him aside and thanks him. Function > Model > Diagnostic > Memory > Contact > Witness > interrogate > Threaten > Guilt > Deal

Calls Hank for help, goes for the gun and prevents the massacre.

Meet Kamski

> Instinct. He looks at all the things while waiting. Sincere > Impatient > help > Neutral > Troubled > Don’t Shoot

Last Chance, Connor

Talking with Amanda. Kamski > cold > Kamski > Cyberlife > This Place > No.

The relationship between he and hank is not great but hank doesn’t quit the force but he also doesn’t help Connor. Regret > Troubled. Sets the guy in holding free, takes the key. 

Talking with Gavin. Answer > Ironic.

Finds Jericho by the statue and scans the Tracis. Just probs the blue haired Traci. Fights and knocks out Gavin. Missed the first prompt so Gavin did shoot him in the chest.

Crossroads

Connor makes it to Jericho, notices Kara and Alice and the C4. So this is for both Connor and Markus because who is who lol. Reason > Intimidate > Convince > I know you > Stay Back > Sow Doubt > Rally > become a deviant.

Everyone makes it out alive. Connor gets shot a few more times by swat but survives. ((another time in the chest by a gun, rightsholder with a semi-automatic  )  

Night of the Soul

Markus spares Connors life after asking for forgiveness, goes to cyberlife for the army. Kills the two guards but doesn’t hack the camera (i didn’t know there was one till later.) uses the guard's voice. kills the other guards. Guarantees > Convince > Save Hank > Shoot > Sumo > Cole.

Connor resists the final hack ‘with great difficulty’ because I couldn’t find the way out quickly. Markus is doing the peaceful route where they sang and would be one of the few reasons my Connor would stand behind Markus because he was peaceful and had the same ideas as his core beliefs. They are there to help humans and not hinder them but now they will have the respect and free will to choose. Connor gets hugged by hank.

FINALLY DONE THIS HOLY SHIT LOL.  

[fiftyeightminutes]

I love to read how kalagang relationship would if they're not sensates can you write this prompt Someone gave me a fake phone number and it’s actually yours and if you can't its okay and I really enjoyed reading your drabbles thankyou

I also got another request from another anon for the same prompt:

“Omfg I saw ur reblog about thrilling au’s and I was wondering if you could do the “someone gave you a fake number and its mine” with kalagang pls and thank you”

First of all, thanks both of you for being so nice. :)  I’m glad you guys like my writing so much.  Also, holy shit this really isn’t a drabble anymore.  This became like 2500+ words.  I really don’t think I know how to do short AU fics lol.  Kala is working inBerlin in this AU because that made things easier for my brain.  Please accept any geographical errors, theonly part of Germany I’ve ever visited was Munich.  (Also holy shit y’all, people are making baddecisions in this fic.  I do not advisedoing what people do in this fic.  Like Imade it fluffy, but IRL this is not a good idea lol.)

—

When Kala wakes up on Saturday morning, she finds a textfrom an unknown number on her phone.

Do you want to come tomy place? (Received 3:02 AM)

She’s confused.  Noone she knows would have messaged her at that hour.  Kala wakes up early to visit the local templeevery morning, and she doesn’t keep that fact a secret.  Plus, her family is a million miles away.

Who is this?(Delivered 8:39 AM)

Unsurprisingly, she doesn’t receive a response rightaway.  If they were asking someone over at three in the morning, they’reprobably in bed now, she reasons. Kala puts it out of her mind, choosing instead to get out of bed and concentrateon preparing for her day.

—

Kala has all but forgotten about the stray text message bythe time she’s finished praying that morning. When she gets home and begins to cook herself some breakfast, her phonebuzzes.  She absentmindedly takes it outof her pocket, unlocking the screen to find that she finally has a responsefrom the unknown number.

Wolfgang.  We met at the club last night.  (Received 10:46 AM)

She raises her eyebrow. She’s only been living in Berlin for two weeks or so, but she didn’tthink anyone was actually named Wolfgang anymore.  Kala wonders if this person has given her afake name for some reason.  She dismissesthe thought pretty quickly, though.  Towhat end would they do that?

I think you have thewrong number. (Delivered 10:49 AM)

And with that message, Kala figures her conversation withthis stranger is done.  She puts herphone down on the counter and turns her attention back to her food.  Several minutes pass as Kala finishes cookingand serves herself a plate.  She grabsher phone to listen to music while she’s eating, only to find that she hasanother text.

I just checked.  This is the number that was written on thenapkin.  If you don’t want to come over,I’m not offended.  (Received 10:55 AM)

She chuckles as she realizes what must have happened.  Poor guy.

I’m not sure who youthink I am, but I didn’t go to any club last night.  Someone gave you a bad number.  (Delivered 11:07 AM)

Kala eats her food and cleans up after herself, her phonebuzzing as she’s putting everything into the dishwasher.

Sorry.  My mistake. Won’t bother you again. (Received11:21 AM)

And from there, Kala intends to forget about the exchangeentirely.

—

A little over a week later, Kala ends up getting stranded ather job.  She had been working late, justwanting to test a few more things before going home for the day.  But before she knew it, thirty minutes turnedinto an hour turned into three, and now it’s dark out.  Normally she walks home, but normally shealso leaves work at 5 PM.  She is a lotless comfortable with the idea of walking home in a strange city at night.  Kala checks her bank statement on her phoneand winces.  She hasn’t received herfirst paycheck from her new job yet, and without that Kala isn’t sure she canafford both cab fare and groceries for the week.  She hasn’t even been in town long enough toreally make friends, either, so she doesn’t know anyone she can ask for a lift.

Kala scrolls through her text messages just for something todo with her hands while she’s thinking over her options when she happens uponthe unknown number from the previous week. The area code tells her the number is from Berlin.  She doesn’t want to contact this person – she’snever met them, doesn’t know anything about them except that they wereaccidentally given her number.  But shefigures it can’t hurt to ask a local for advice.

Do you know a cheapway to get from Rhinstrasse to Haupstrasse? (Delivered 8:11 PM)

When she doesn’t get an answer right away, Kala startsscolding herself.  What am I doing?  You don’t knowthis Wolfgang person and now you’ve told him where you are and where you wantto go?  But Kala considers her otheroptions and sighs.  She can’t come upwith a better idea.  A few minutes later,her phone vibrates in her hands, and she tentatively opens the message.

How cheap are wetalking? (Received 8:17 PM)

Kala thinks about her bank account.

As close to free aspossible? (Delivered 8:19 PM)

She wonders why this person on the other end is answering atall.  But since they’re kind of her onlylifeline right now, she figures beggars can’t be choosers.

There’s nothing reallylike that.  Why do you ask? (Received8:22 PM)

Kala’s wondering that herself.  She’s not sure what exactly sheexpected.  All she knows is she’s gettingkind of desperate.  There’s no food inthe building where she works, but if she leaves to get some, the timed locks onthe doors will stay shut behind her.  Soit’s stay here and go hungry for the night, risk walking home alone, or messagethis person.  None of the choices aregood.

I’m new to Berlin andstuck at work.  Was just hoping theremight be an inexpensive way home.  Thankyou anyway.  (Delivered 8:24 PM)

The next message comes almost immediately.

How stuck areyou?  Is it an emergency? (Received 8:25PM)

She half laughs at that, as if she would be contacting somestranger if she had any other choice.

I mean, I’m not goingto die if I stay the night, if that’s what you mean.  But there is no food.  (Delivered 8:26 PM)

Again, she receives a reply almost instantly.

I’m near Rhinstrasseif you need a ride. (Received 8:27 PM)

Kala considers this. Is she really going to accept a ride from a stranger?  Her stomach growls as if to answer herthoughts.  She hasn’t eaten since aroundnoon and is actually starting to feel a bit light-headed, but she doesn’t wantthat to distract her from the danger she may be putting herself in.  She weighs it against the potential risk ofwalking home in the dark, and finds that both kind of terrify her.  Part of her feels like she should just try tostick the night out in the office without food, but she also wonders what theywould even look like to her boss tomorrow. (She imagines herself, and she knows it won’t look good.  Nothing nearby that sells food opens up untilaround the same time as she is supposed to get to work, which will mean she won’tget a chance to eat until lunch.  Wearingthe same clothes as the day before and possibly sick, she wonders what thatwould even look like to her supervisor. She literally can’t afford to lose this job.)  In the end, she’s not sure if it’s logic orhunger she’s following, but she decides to text this Wolfgang person back.

Sure.  I’ll meet you at the corner of Rhinstrasseand Allee der Kosmonauten. (Delivered 8:30 PM)

—

She’s only been waiting for a few minutes when a black carparks nearby.  After a moment, shereceives a text.

I’m here.  I just realized I don’t know who I am lookingfor. (Received 8:48 PM)

Kala looks down at her clothes, grateful she’s always had acolorful sense of fashion.

I’m the woman inyellow pants. (Delivered 8:49 PM)

And sure enough, after that message is sent the black carpulls up to her.  When it gets to thecurb, the man inside the car rolls down his window.  “Hello?” he asks.

“Wolfgang?” Kala replies with her own question.

The man nods and she hears the doors of his car unlock.  Tentatively, she pulls the passenger dooropen and gets in.  She clutches her phonetightly, the thought that at least she can still call the police if necessarythe only comfort in her mind.  After shebuckles herself in and they start pulling away, he asks, “Do I get to know yourname?”

She looks down in embarrassment, not even realizing she’dnever given it to him.  “Kala,” she sayssoftly.

Wolfgang doesn’t reply, instead focusing back on theroad.  She looks back up, finally takinga moment to actually observe the stranger she is trusting.  His features are sharp, intense blue eyesframed by high cheekbones and a square jaw. He’s dressed in black from head to toe. She notes with amusement that he’s even sporting a leather jacket to completethe ensemble.  Part of her wonders if she’sjust gotten into a car with a German mobster.

To his credit, though, he is taking the fastest route to theaddress Kala gave him.  (If he’s planning on trying something, shethinks, at least it’s not a kidnapping.)  Never good with silence, Kala feels the needto say speak.  “Thank you for doingthis.  I know you don’t know me and thisis probably a huge inconvenience, but I really didn’t have anyone else to ask.”

Wolfgang shakes his head, giving her a small smile beforelooking back to the cars ahead of him.  “Don’tworry about it.”

Kala shakes her head. Now that she’s out of the immediate panic, she’s frustrated with herselffor even getting stuck in this situation in the first place.  “It’s my own fault.  I just got so caught up at work that I losttrack of time.”

“What do you do?” he asks.

“I work for a pharmaceutical company,” she answers beforeshe thinks about it.  (She wonders whyshe’s telling him any of this, actually. Why is this man she’s never met so easy to talk to?)

“So you make drugs,” he says with a chuckle.

Kala scoffs.  “Idevelop new medicines.”

“The only difference between the two is how you use them,”he replies.

She pauses.  “That’sone way to look at it.”

Before Kala knows it, they’re pulling up to her street.  Wolfgang pulls over at her address and stopsthe car.  The doors are still unlocked,and she realizes he really isn’t going to try anything.  He’s letting her leave.  This stranger really just showed up out ofnowhere to drive her home, with no ulterior motive at all.  She’s kind of amazed at her luck.

“Do you want gas money?” she asks.

He shakes his head.  “Isaid don’t worry about it.”

Kala nods, but she still feels like she should thank himsome way.  “Have you eaten?” she asks.

Wolfgang shakes his head again.

“Just a minute.  Waithere,” she says.  Kala gets out of hiscar and hurries up to her apartment.  She’snot sure if he’ll still be there when she gets back, but she wants to at leastgive him something.  When she gets intoher home, Kala scurries over to her kitchen and grabs some tupperware out of acabinet.  She then grabs some of theleftovers that she had been planning to eat that night out of the fridge andscoops a hearty amount into the new container. It’s not fresh, but she figures it’s better than nothing.

She’s almost surprised to find Wolfgang still waiting whenshe comes back outside.  But there he is,checking his phone while his car idles at the curb.  She knocks on the passenger window to get hisattention, and he rolls it down.

“Here,” Kala says with a smile and hands him the food.

“What’s this?” he asks.

“Nothing special. Just some leftover lamb curry. But I figured it was the least I could do.”

Wolfgang inspects the food for a moment, then puts it on hispassenger seat and smiles up at her.  “Thankyou.”

Kala shakes her head. “You’re the one who came to save me.”

He chuckles.  “I wasin the neighborhood.  It’s nothing.”

She shrugs.  “Well,the food’s there now.  So you might aswell enjoy it.”

Wolfgang’s grin widens. “Alright, alright.”

“Thank you again, Wolfgang,” Kala says.

“Any time,” he replies with a nod.  With that, he finally rolls back up thewindow and pulls away.  For some reasonthat Kala can’t quite place, she feels a bit disappointed.

—

That Friday, Kala is feeling restless.  Other than her adventure at the beginning ofthe week, she hasn’t had a chance to do anything but go to temple, work, eat,and sleep.  Once she gets out of work,she wants to do something different for a change.  But she still doesn’t know her way aroundBerlin or have anyone to show her, so she’s not sure what to do.

An idea comes to her. Kala’s not sure if it’s a good one, but she just got her first paychecktoday so she really wants to go out somewhere to treat herself.  So even though she has no reason to expectthis to be a necessarily great plan, she texts the only local person outside ofher coworkers that she has in her phone.

Hey.  Are you busy tonight? (Delivered 9:01 PM)

She doesn’t get a response at first, and she scolds herselffor having sent the message at all.  Just because he helped you in an emergencydoesn’t mean he wants to be friends, Kala thinks.  You don’teven know him.

Kala has all but resigned herself to another night in whenshe feels her phone vibrate in her pocket. (She doesn’t admit to herself how eager she is when she retrieves it tocheck the message.)

No.  What’s up? (Received 9:26 PM)

She thinks about how to word what she wants to saynext.  (Kala feels a bit like a teenageragain, analyzing text messages so acutely.) In the end, she scrolls back up to their first conversation and decidesto take a cue from there.

Do you know any clubsnear Hauptstrasse?  Finally got paid and wantedto see what Berlin has to offer. (Delivered 9:28 PM)

Wolfgang’s next answer comes much more quickly.

I can think of acouple.  Do you need another ride?(Received 9:29 PM)

No.  I was thinking more of a tour guide this time.(Delivered 9:30 PM)

If that’s okay, Imean.  Don’t feel obligated.  (Delivered 9:31 PM)

Kala kind of wants to smack herself.  (She wonders why she’s so bad at this, whentalking to him in the car had felt so easy.) Then her phone goes off again.

I think we could worksomething out.  Meet you in 30? (Received9:33 PM)

She pretends her stomach isn’t full of butterflies, but whenshe goes to her bathroom to start putting on makeup, Kala finds she can’t stopsmiling.