#it almost sounds like some kind of toy malfunctioning or something

[stargayzingidiot]

There’s this high pitched whistling or ringing noise outside somewhere and it’s driving me bonkers

[moonlit-jeno]

friends (m.)

pairing: lee jeno x fem reader

genre: explicit sexual content | omegaverse | heat sex | unprotected sex | some name calling

words: 3.6k

don’t like don’t read :)

“Your heat’s coming up.” Jeno says, point blank in between bites of his apple. You just nod, taking a break from your notes to side eye him. It’s not odd for him to know intimate details of your life- you do make sure to keep him updated on your cycle just so that he can send you the notes for the days you miss - but it’s not exactly a common subject for the two of you. “Who are you spending it with?”

There are still 13 powerpoint slides for you to grind through, but you figure a small break won’t hurt. Might as well use the conversation topic for something good, aka a reason to slam your laptop shut. You turn to Jeno, giving your best friend your full attention, and take the iced coffee right out of his hand. He doesn’t protest. “No idea. Would call Jaemin but he’s ‘found the one’ or something, so I’ll probably just spend it by myself.”

“By yourself?” Jeno’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline as if you’ve just admitted to committing a sin. It’s not like the concept isn’t unheard of, there’s a market full of toys to help you through it. “Isn’t that dangerous?” You shrug and take a sip of the coffee, offering him your smoothie in exchange. He takes a sip and then bites down on your straw. His entire face scrunches and he yanks his face away from the beverage. He pulls the straw up, inspecting the now soggy and dented object with disgust. “Fuck, what is this made out of?”

“Paper.” You huff a laugh out through your nose, taking your smoothie back. “And I mean, it’s not any more dangerous than spending your heat with the wrong person. Plus, my heats get kind of… intense.” If Jaemin sleeping for three days straight and limping after is anything to go by, both parties take the short end of the stick. You’d felt so bad after and apologized to him profusely, but he had just thrown you his signature dazzling grin and told you that drowning in pussy was exactly the way he envisioned himself dying. He definitely didn’t complain about the brownies you’d baked him as a ‘thank you’, though.

“Spend your heat with me.” The bold request has your brain malfunctioning, at a loss for where to even start reacting to his statement. You just stare at him, mouth opening and closing repeatedly while he returns the gaze earnestly. “Look, it makes sense, right? I know you better than anyone, and you already trust me. Plus if they’re as intense as I’ve heard they are, you need someone there.”

You frown, opening your laptop up and staring blankly at the screen just to avoid having to look at Jeno. It does make sense to have him there with you, and it’s not like he’s the worst person to have sex with. Plenty of people around campus have delighted in talking about their nights with Jeno, dreamily telling you how lucky you are to have him and falling deaf to your insistence that the two of you aren’t like that. Plus, you’re not blind and even if you’re not the cute couple everyone thinks you are, you can admit that he’s hot.

“Wait, hang on. What do you mean ‘heard’ about? What shit is Na Jaemin saying?” Jeno’s shoulders shake with his laughter at your sudden concern. “I mean, he didn’t say anything, but that was kind of the problem. He didn’t show up to practice for like a week and when he finally did, he looked like he’d been mauled. Coach had to bench him.”

Your heart drops slightly at hearing that Jaemin’s soccer had been affected. He hadn’t told you that. “Oh.” The guilt must show on your face because Jeno is quickly soothing you, making sure to tell you that they all found Jaemin’s state funny. “Okay, wait. Wouldn’t you have the same problem if you help me?”

“It’s off-season. So, what do you say?” Jeno waits for your response expectantly, eyes soft, curious. “You can say no, y/n. I don’t want to pressure you at all, I’m just letting you know that it’s an option.” “I’ll think about it.” And you do. A concerning amount.

You spend that night tossing and turning, trying and failing to shut your brain off. Worries about ruining your friendship and about hurting Jeno bounce around your brain no matter how much you try to stop thinking about it. What if something bad happens during it? What if you never talk again? And worst of all is your brain telling you that he doesn’t actually want you specifically, he just wants to be with an omega in heat. You’re just convenient. 

That thought actually makes you cry and you wrap your blankets even tighter around yourself, sobbing weakly into your pillows. In an effort to distract your wandering mind you grab for your phone, opening instagram to find an influx of dm’s from Jeno. It calms you a bit, the messages ranging from cute dogs to absolutely cursed memes, and you smile softly at the reminder that he’s your best friend, and that he definitely cares about you. Biting your lip, you hesitate for only a few moments before typing out a “you can help”, hitting send before you can second guess it. You lock your phone and set it face down on the dresser, thankfully finding sleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

It’s hot when you wake up, clothes clinging to your skin uncomfortably. Peeling your shirt off only gives you relief for a moment but then the sticky heat is back full force. You whimper in misery, trying to snuggle back into your bed for at least some comfort, but you find that the corner of your fitted sheet has come up, the rest of your blankets on the floor. There’s only one pillow near you and it’s soaked in sweat. You panic slightly, frantically yanking your sheets back onto the bed and trying to fluff them up as much as possible, only calming down once the bedding has been fixed to your liking. Only once you’ve settled down in the plushness of your blankets do you have a moment of clarity.

“Oh shit.” You shoot up and search for your phone, dropping it once before finally managing to open the correct app. There’s a few messages from Jeno that you don’t bother looking at, going straight for the ‘call’ button. He picks up on the third ring.

“Hello?” He sounds groggy, like he’s just woken up, and a flash of heat runs through you at the low tone. “Why are you calling me at 5 a.m?”

You manage to stop fantasizing about your best friend long enough to choke out the word “Heat.” It comes out pathetic and whiny and you pause to clear your throat, trying to keep a clear head as well. “I’m sorry, my heat came early and I wanted to call you but you can go back to bed, I didn’t realize-”

“Fuck, okay, I’ll be over in 10.” Jeno cuts off your rambling with a swear, some rustling in the background accompanying his words. 

“Thank you.” You whisper, setting the phone down and curling up in bed, trying not to focus on how agonizingly slow the time is passing.

Jeno’s looking down at his shoes when you open the door, kicking idly at the door mat and fidgeting with the bag in his hands, though his head snaps up when he notices you. The smile on his face falters when he inhales, turns a little strained as he gets a taste of your heat, and you honestly give him props for the amount of restraint he has. It’s definitely more than you have, at least, because you’re on him the second he’s inside. He ends up sandwiched between you and the door, bag dangling precariously in one hand while he envelopes you in his strong arms. You don’t (can’t) do anything besides bury your face in his chest and whimper, knowing exactly what you want but being too needy and fuzzy to remedy it.  

“Jeno, it hurts.” You whimper and lift your face to nose along the skin just above the collar of his shirt, finding that while the skin to skin contact helps, it doesn’t fully relieve the heat scorching through you, the dull ache screaming for Jeno to take you already. “Please…” He holds you closer to his chest, encasing you fully in his scent, and picks you up bridal style. “I’ve got you baby, don’t worry.”

Being around Jeno does help to ease your stress, but it also serves to make you needier. The warm scent that you’ve grown to associate with the man is stronger than you’ve ever smelled it and it’s making you lose your mind more and more by the second. You’re worried that you’re drooling by the time he sets you down on your bed. He pauses to drop the bag he’s holding on the floor, and then he’s on top of you, strong arms caging you in.

The first kiss is soft, chaste. It would be cute if you weren’t so fucking needy, but you are and it’s just not enough. Unsatisfied, you thread your fingers through his hair and tug, nipping at his bottom lip and tilting your head to the side to get a deeper angle. A groan rumbles in his chest and he returns the kiss with more intensity, trying to take control again. You don’t let him, even if every instinct in your body is screaming at you to just submit.

Jeno shifts on top of you, scooting so that he can fully lay down between your legs. You wrap your limbs around him on instinct, pulling him as close as you possibly can and- oh. The close proximity means that you feel everything when he grinds down, and the feeling of having him so close to where you need him has any semblance of control that you had draining out of your body. You gasp pitifully, annoyance clawing at you from the amount of fabric blocking you from what you want.

“Please,” You almost sob, tugging at his shirt while trying to grind your lower half against his, the pressure of his cock against your center making your eyes roll. Jeno pulls back to yank his shirt off and then he’s back, hands sliding down your body to your panties, tugging the fabric down as far as he can before he growls in frustration and just rips the fabric in half. 

“Shit, you’re so wet.” Jeno moans in awe, breaking the kiss yet again to marvel at your pussy. “Bet I could just slip right in.” He drags his fingers through the slick on your upper thighs, eyes glued between your legs. You’re just about to complain when he finally presses his fingers into you. The initial relief has you moaning sweetly, though it quickly turns to impatient pleas for his cock. You clench around his fingers, reaching a hand down to palm over where he strains against his sweats.

“I need you to fuck me.” You beg, looking at him with what you hope is a convincing expression. “Please Jen, I need you.” “You have me.” He promises you, flicking his wrist faster, curling his fingers just right. “I’m right here baby.” It’s sweet, and under normal circumstances it would be enough, but right now it’s not what you need and the frustration has you on the brink of tears.

You buck your hips and try to arch up as if it’ll magically make him slip in, but Jeno remains as patient and controlled as ever. It’s too hot and every part of your body is screaming for him to fuck you, for him to claim you, and his refusal is killing you. “Alpha please, I need you.”

He absolutely snarls, pinning down your wriggling body with one hand around your throat. The other hand stays between your legs where it continues to strike pleasure into every single nerve ending you have, adding to the fire already coursing through your veins. “What you need is to take what your Alpha’s giving you. You’re not in charge here, okay?” With his face pressed so close to yours you have no choice but to make direct eye contact, staring straight into the most intense gaze you’ve ever seen. His pupils are blown out so wide that his eyes are almost black. Unable to tear your eyes away and as if in a trance, you find yourself nodding. The corner of his mouth quirks up. “Good girl. Now listen to your Alpha and cum.”

It happens almost instantaneously, as if his words were directly connected to a trigger, your body exploding just as soon as the words leave his mouth. Your entire body locks up, mind going blank as the immense pleasure takes hold of you, leaving you clawing at his back and screaming silently into the air. 

The orgasm only serves to thicken the haze in your mind, clouding any thoughts that aren’t related to the Alpha above you and his cock. It takes a moment for your eyes to finally come back into focus enough to make out your surroundings, and you’re greeted by the sight of Jeno with his fingers in his mouth, sucking your essence off of his digits. You’re burning so hot, so much hotter than you think you’ve been before, and it’s hard for you to function. All you can think about is his cock.

“Please,” You beg, swatting at him weakly. “Alpha please, I need you so bad.”

There’s no way that Jeno isn’t being affected by the pheromones clouding the air, but he manages to appear unbothered, his actions rough but nowhere near as desperate as yours. He just laughs lightly at your begging. “Aww, baby needs me?” The rhetorical question is punctuated by a slap, his hand coming down on your pussy hard enough to draw a yelp from you, thighs closing on his hand in a conflicting attempt to relieve the pressure from the hit and keep his hand on your cunt. He laughs meanly and pulls his hand away, drawing back slightly to spit onto your already soaking pussy, rubbing the spit into your skin while he talks. “This pussy belongs to me, yeah? You’re mine now.” Jeno leans down, mouth at your neck so that he can bite at the skin. “That means that I can do whatever I want with you.” You can’t speak, can’t even begin to think about what you should say in this situation. He presses a kiss to your jaw before pulling back and uses his free hand to turn your head so that you make eye contact with him. “Tell Alpha what you need.” “Need Alpha in me.” You beg, plead, flipping yourself over onto your hands and knees and arching your back, presenting yourself to him. “Need your knot, need you to fill me up, breed me, Alpha please-” Your sentence is cut off by his cock slamming into you, the filthy sound being drowned out by his groan. You gasp in relief, breathy thank you’s leaving you with each powerful thrust he delivers. His cock stretches you out so well, makes you go dizzy with the relief of finally having him in you. Your elbows give out nearly instantly, your chest hitting the mattress, and Jeno takes instant advantage of the new position to pull your hips even higher into the air.

It’s so good- almost too good- and it leaves you drooling and clawing at the sheets. All you can focus on is how well he’s fucking you, how he’s going to fill you up so well, breed you like he was meant to. 

You scream when he pulls out, alarm bells going off as your body instantly protests. It only lasts a second though, Jeno’s hands never leaving your body as he flips you onto your back. 

“Couldn’t see you,” Jeno pants out, dropping a kiss to the corner of your mouth and pushing back in, returning back to the brutal rhythm he had before. It has your eyes rolling in your head at how fucking good he feels. “My pretty baby, taking everything I give her.” 

He’s got you so fucked out that you don’t even realize your tongue is hanging out of your mouth until he pinches it between his thumb and index finger, pulling it out even more. “You love my cock, hmm? You love everything I give you.” The pad of his thumb rubs over your tongue, the sensation making your toes curl and tears slide down your cheeks. “Such a fucking needy omega, isn’t that right?” He tugs on your tongue, your head following his actions as he leads you into nodding.

Jeno laughs and lets go of your tongue, dropping his face down to kiss at your neck. He sucks mark after mark into your skin, licking over each one to soothe it after, until he finally gets to your most sensitive, vulnerable spot. Even just the feeling of him close to your mating mark has your entire body aching for it, your neck craning to the side and pushing into his touch. The leverage you get from your legs wrapped around his waist has him pushing even deeper into you and you can feel his knot at your entrance, not quite fully swollen but definitely getting there. It has you absolutely keening, the thought of being so totally owned making you desperate.The sweet drag of his cock along your walls paired with the absolute filth he’s spewing has your body locking up with no warning, your orgasm ripping through you. You arch off the bed, the action only pushing you further onto his cock.

“God y/n, fuck!” Jeno curses, slamming his hips into you with even more force, his knot popping into your entrance and forcing the neediest sound you’ve ever made to leave your lips. You desperately wrap your limbs around him, trying to get him even closer, digging your heels into his ass to push him further inside. He grinds his hips against you one, two, three more times before he shudders, teeth clamping down right on your sweet spot as he comes. Jeno seems to come forever, filling you up with delicious warmth, making your body purr in satisfaction. He finally comes down, having the clarity of mind to tip the two of you onto your sides so that he doesn’t crush you when he collapses. He still tugs you close, arm thrown around your body possessively, his chin resting atop of your head.

“Told you it was intense.” You laugh out, trying to break the silence in the room. The heat’s subsided for now, but you’re still barely in your mind, and you have no idea how long the break will last. 

He huffs out a laugh, chest shaking against you. “I understand Jaemin now.” His hand pets over your back, sliding up to the back of your neck and scratching lightly at the skin there. “You alright?” “Mhmm, yeah. Perfect.” His fingertips press lightly against the mating mark, sending sparks shooting down your spine, and it has your head spinning. You try to adjust yourself against him in an effort to keep your cool, but moving has his cock shifting inside of you and you sleepily grind against him, not thinking. Jeno hisses and tightens his grip on you to keep you still, but the way he grabs your leg has him shifting inside of you and pressing against all the right places. Heat floods through you and your grinding turns more urgent. 

“Ohgod,” You moan, finding enough strength to push Jeno flat on his back. Your body has a mind of its own and you find yourself bouncing desperately on his cock. His knot has you locked into place and you’re barely able to move, but you can still swirl and grind your hips against him, feel the delicious friction of his knot against your entrance. “Alpha, it feels so good.”

“Fuck, look at you. So fucking knotdrunk, hmm? Can’t get enough.” Jeno shakes his head, laughs in a way that’s meant to mock you but it comes out strained. His hands are heavy on your ass, squeezing and slapping to feel the way it jiggles, to feel the way you clench around him with every hit. You throw your head back and let him do as he pleases, losing yourself entirely in how full you feel, in how good his knot feels in you. He buries his face into your chest, moving one hand from your ass to play with your tits, his mouth wasting no time in marking the delicate skin up. 

“Shit baby, gonna make me cum again.” His lips seal over your mating mark again in a sloppy kiss and that’s exactly the final push that you need, your eyes rolling back and your tongue lolling out as your cunt spasms around him, orgasm ripping through you almost painfully. Jeno groans as well, hand flying to your back to pull you as close as possible, and his knot pulses inside of you as you swear you feel more cum shoot out.

He shudders against you, tight grip finally relaxing, though he still keeps you anchored to his chest. You follow suit, collapsing against him. A tired moan leaves you and you let yourself relax, lips absentmindedly mouthing at his skin. His hand pets your back soothingly, touch heavy and sluggish, and the last thing you feel before you fall asleep is his lips on your forehead.

[osakaso5]

IDOLiSH7 6th Anniversary Special Story: Full of Heart...

Chapter 6: Wishing

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Sogo Osaka: Tsunashi-san, thank you for bringing us to this limited edition Rabitty-kun shop.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: It's no trouble at all, really! I never got to play with a Rabitty-kun, myself.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I was planning to come check this place out for the show anyway, so I'm glad you two could tag along.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Thanks for sending us the photo from when you were little, too! Me and So-chan were super hyped about it!

Sogo Osaka: Tamaki-kun..!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ahaha! It's a little embarrassing, considering what a country bumpkin I must've looked like.

Tamaki Yotsuba: You looked cute standing on the beach, almost like a girl.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Huh..!? Nobody's ever told me that before! I've always been tall for my age...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Okay, maybe not like a girl, but your arms and body were all skinny and stuff. What do you call that again? Slendy...

Sogo Osaka: Slender.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah, that. You had the same face, but you weren't all buff.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Oh, okay! I didn't know that's how I looked... What did you think, Sogo-kun?

Sogo Osaka: Um... How should I put this...

Sogo Osaka: It... It was more than I could bear.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: .........

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan, you sound like a creepy old man!

Sogo Osaka: No, I didn't mean it in a weird way! I've juat never had a taste of such a different type of Tsunashi-san..!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Taste...

Sogo Osaka: Uh... Maybe "taste" isn't the right word for it, but it was very satisfying to see..!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Satisfying...

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan, you gotta stop it with the big explanations and be more casual! Call it cute, or nice, or something!

Sogo Osaka: Nice! It was nice! Very nice!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ahaha! Thank you!

TV on Shop Window: ...The secret to Rabitty-kun's birth!

TV on Shop Window: Who would've thought our famous mascot had such a story behind him!?

TV on Shop Window: Look forward to our 6th Anniversary Rabitty-kun! Toi toi toi~♪

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ah, here it is.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Wow! They've got Rabitty-kuns in all kinds of colors! I wanna go touch them!

Sogo Osaka: Tamaki-kun, you must ask the clerks for permission first...

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: It looks like these are samples. Go ahead and touch them.

Tamaki Yotsuba: I'll go with this one first...

Red Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Hold me!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Whoa! It's so cute!

Orange Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Pet me! 

Hot Pink Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Yawn...  Let’s go to bed! 

Sogo Osaka: You're right... They're really cute.

Grey Rabitty: Ooh ooh! Tyt ty tyt ty ty ♪

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ah, this one seems to be singing something!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Wow! Where do you push to make it sing? Is it here?

Turquoise Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! That tickles!

Sogo Osaka: Maybe it's here?

Yellow Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Dum dum dum dee dum ♪

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ah, it danced! So-chan, let go of it! It's trying to dance!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I'll make this one dance with it!

Dark Red Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Chaka chaka chan chan ♪

Tamaki Yotsuba: Awesome! This is so much fun!

Sogo Osaka: They're so energetic.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I think you're supposed to feed these carrots to them? Go on, Tamaki-kun, give it a try.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Okay! I'm gonna give one to this guy...

Green Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Nom... nom... nom... Yummy~!

Tamaki Yotsuba: It ate! What about this one?

Rosy Brown Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Chomp, chomp, chomp! I want more!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ahaha! This one eats a lot!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Hmm..? Look, they have a guide to exchanging defective toys.

Sogo Osaka: There were malfunctioning toys mixed in with the ones they released a few years ago. It says they'll exchange those for working ones, free of charge...

Sogo Osaka: Maybe these samples are the defective toys... But how exactly are they malfunctioning..?

Navy Rabitty: Ooh... ooh... Help.. me...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Holy crap!!! Why's this one so creepy..!?

Pink Rabitty: Oh, ooh... Don't... leave me...

Ivory Rabitty: Oh, ooh... You... saw..?

Pale Green Rabitty: Oh, ooh... Ehehehe... Eehehehehe...

Sogo Osaka: These ones are definitely defective..!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: They're awful..! Why would anyone make them like this..? The poor kids who had these must've been terrified...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah, seriously! If I had to sleep with one of these, my mattress would be all soggy the next morning!  

Sogo Osaka: You'd wet the bed?

Tamaki Yotsuba: So what if I would!? And I don't mean right now, I mean if I was still little!

Sogo Osaka: If you were little, then it's not something you could control much, anyway...

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ah, why don't we take a break from these Rabitty-kuns, and go look at those ones instead?

Tamaki Yotsuba: What..? "Face three Rabitty-kuns against each other, and they'll go into gossipy teenage girl mode".

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: "Gossipy teenage girl mode"..?

Lavender Rabitty: Oh. Em. Gee. I think my nail just broke.

Light Blue Rabitty: It's gonna be 36 degrees today. Lame af.

Ocean Blue Rabitty: I'm like, low key freaking out about this test tho.

Sogo Osaka: ......... I guess they don't do the "ooh, ooh" thing in this mode.

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan, they've got an "office workers in an elevator" mode, too.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Apparently they have a Showa-era small talk version as an extra rare option, too.

Sogo Osaka: Do children really play with modes like this..?

[Phone rings]

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yukirin's calling me... Hello!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Huh? Seriously!? You guys found the uncle who took my picture already!?

Sogo Osaka: What!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: I knew that legendary detective could help..! Okay! Thanks!!!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Guess what! They said they found the guy!

Sogo Osaka: That's great, Tamaki-kun!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: What business did you have with a legendary detective?

Tamaki Yotsuba: I need a photo from when I was little, so I was looking for this uncle who took a family portrait of us.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Oh, I see...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Awesome! Now I get to show off my picture, too!

Sogo Osaka: I'm happy for you.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Let's take another picture you can show off. I want one of the face you're making right now.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Right now?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Yeah. Your smile is so nice, I want us to have something to remember it by. Come on.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ehehe... This is a little embarrassing, but I'm still super happy! Thanks, Ryu-aniki!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Thank you, too!

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ah... So-chan, wanna be in the pic?

Sogo Osaka: Me?

Tamaki Yotsuba: You found your photo, too. We can both show Ryu-aniki how proud we are. Right, Ryu-aniki?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Of course! I'd love for you to be in the picture too, Sogo-kun.

Sogo Osaka: A-alright.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Hurry up!

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Stand next to each other. Laugh on three. One, two, three...

MEZZO": Ahahaha!

[Snap]

- - - -

Sogo Osaka: I'm glad your family photo will be found soon.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Me too.

Sogo Osaka: I'm sure Aya-chan would be happy about it.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah. I'm glad you'll get you and your uncle's photo, too.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Is it gonna make it to the show, though?

Sogo Osaka: It will. I'm flying to pick it up at our nearest yacht harbor tonight.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Tonight? You gonna be okay?

Sogo Osaka: I'll be fine. I have tomorrow off, anyway.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Apparently my pic's coming in the mail. Ah...

[Rainfall]

Tamaki Yotsuba: It's raining.

Sogo Osaka: ...Not to mention the wind is really strong all of a sudden.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Can your plane leave in this weather?

Sogo Osaka: I... I think so. But I should hurry to the airport, and you need to get back to the dorm...

[Thunder]

MEZZO": Ah...

MEZZO": ...A blackout..?

- - - - 

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I'm home. And completely soaked.

Kaoru Anesagi: Here's a towel. Take off your socks, shirt, and pants. There's a hot bath waiting for you.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: You're here too, Anesagi-san?

Gaku Yaotome: There was a power outage until just a minute ago.  Apparently some parts of Tokyo are still dark.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: What!? That sounds bad.

Gaku Yaotome: It's not the only bad thing here. Your bath's a little too hot...

Tenn Kujo: Hot as in, practically boiling. Want to go take a dip?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Thanks.

Tenn Kujo: What is that?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Ah... They're gifts for you and Gaku. I thought the Rabitty-kuns were too cute not to buy any.

Gaku Yaotome: Ahaha! Fair enough!

Tenn Kujo: I'm getting all nostalgic.

Ocean Blue Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Hold me!

Kaoru Anesagi: Gosh, how adorable. I'll take care of you, little one. Come here.

Ocean Blue Rabitty: Ooh, ooh! Rat tat rat tat ♪

Kaoru Anesagi: Heh, it's singing.

Kaoru Anesagi: Hey. Does any one of you know why Rabitty-kun says "ooh, ooh"?

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I don't Is there some bigger reason for it?

Kaoru Anesagi: Apparently it's based on a child's imitation of a famous sweets mascot.

Kaoru Anesagi: Which one was it, again? The one with a crown, a closed mouth, and an overall neutral expression...

Tenn Kujo: A crown..? Doesn't ring a bell.

Kaoru Anesagi: It's right on the tip of my tongue, I swear. It's still around, too, and you see it everywhere. It's also got a ribbon, I think...

Gaku Yaotome: Mascots with ribbons are a dime a dozen.

Kaoru Anesagi: Sometimes flames come out of its back, and it punches things. Sometimes it gets so emotional, it starts spinning fast. Ugh. I can picture it in my mind, but I just can't remember the name.

Kaoru Anesagi: In any case, it's something that originates from before the CEO of Toi Toi Toi was making the kind of profit he is today.

Kaoru Anesagi: He tried to turn his parents' business into a toy shop, but he just couldn't make it succeed.

Kaoru Anesagi: Apparently that's when he saw one of the neighborhood kids mimic the mascot I was talking about.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: And that kid was the basis for Rabitty-kun?

Kaoru Anesagi: Yep.

Kaoru Anesagi: Apparently the kid said something along the lines of "His mouth is closed, so he probably talks like, 'ooh, ooh'!"

Kaoru Anesagi: Then the kid would start dancing while singing "ooh, ooh", and that was the blueprint for Rabitty-kun.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Wow..! I think it's really nice that Rabitty-kun was technically born out of a child's idea.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: I'm sure the CEO must really like kids, too.

Kaoru Anesagi: From what I heard, he's had a rough life. He was separated from his sibling, and when they reunited, he had to fight the reason for their separation...

Gaku Yaotome: Fight..? I can't even imagine what that might entail.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Everyone has something going on.

Tenn Kujo: How did he and his sibling reunite?

Kaoru Anesagi: Their parents were photographers, and they both just so happened to have a photo that proved their relation.

Gaku Yaotome: Maybe they kept each other's faces in a locket or something.

Tenn Kujo: There's no way it'd be something that cliché.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Still, I'm sure they were happy to see each other again.

Ryunosuke Tsunashi: Those two should be happily walking home right about now, too.  

- - - -

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan, wait up!

Sogo Osaka: I need to hurry to the airport. If the weather gets any worse than this, all flights might be cancelled.

Tamaki Yotsuba: There's a blackout, and you're soaking wet! What if you can't get home, and you catch a cold!?

Sogo Osaka: You can go home if you want...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Why are you always like this!? I swear, you haven't changed at all!

Sogo Osaka: .........

Tamaki Yotsuba: You seriously can't even ask me to come with you!? Grow a backbone already!

Sogo Osaka: ......... That's not why.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Then what is it!?

Sogo Osaka: It's not that I'm afraid of causing you trouble. I want to prove something to you.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Prove what..?

Sogo Osaka: We may not have had the best lives, but we haven't done much bad, either.

Sogo Osaka: So... This isn't a punishment. 

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...So-chan...

Sogo Osaka: I'll go, Tamaki-kun. And once I'm back, I'll show off my picture, and you'll get to see what my uncle looked like.

Sogo Osaka: I'm... I'm going to treat this as an adventure. And I'm going to ward off any disasters.

Sogo Osaka: Because I learned that from you.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ......... But...

[Toot toot!]

Tamaki Yotsuba: .......!? Someone got out of that car...

Mysterious Man: .........

Sogo Osaka: A masked man..!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: W-what do you want!? Stay away..! Ah..!

Sogo Osaka: Tamaki-kun..! ...Don't you dare do anything to him..!

Mysterious Man: ........!

Sogo Osaka: .........!? You're...

[Tap tap tap]

Sogo Osaka: Ah..! Wait, please..!

Tamaki Yotsuba: So-chan!

[Wroom...]

Sogo Osaka: ...Are you alright, Tamaki-kun!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: That guy gave me this.

Sogo Osaka: A parcel... Did you see how he looked when he gave you this?

Tamaki Yotsuba: Dunno. He was wearing a mask and sunglasses, so I didn't really see anything.

Sogo Osaka: I see...

Tamaki Yotsuba: But, for some reason... I kinda didn't get a bad vibe from him.

Sogo Osaka: ......... Neither did I. He felt familiar, somehow...

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...What do you think this is?

Sogo Osaka: I don't know... Let's open it.

Tamaki Yotsuba: What if it's a bomb?

Sogo Osaka: ...I hear no ticking, but we should still be careful. Hand it over, I'll open it.

Sogo Osaka: There's no people around, probably due to the rain. You should stand back, too...

Tamaki Yotsuba: ........

Sogo Osaka: ...Or don't.

Tamaki Yotsuba: You sure?

Sogo Osaka: Yeah. We'll open it together. I'm sure we'll be fine, because of the rain.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...You sure it won't explode?

Sogo Osaka: It probably won't... In this kind of rain, any spark should  fizzle out instantly. Though we can't be 100% sure.

Sogo Osaka: Besides, you're a good kid. If there's a higher power, then I'm sure the'd want to reward you, not punish you.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...I don't wanna have nay more regrets. Are you sure this isn't stupid?

Sogo Osaka: I don't want any regrets, either. Which is why I refuse to act like a coward.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...Fine. Let's open it, So-chan.

Sogo Osaka: Yeah... Here I go.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...Maybe there's a fuse hidden in the paper..?

Sogo Osaka: ...This is oil paper, so it doesn't get wet in the rain... Ah...

Tamaki Yotsuba: It doesn't look like a bomb... What's that rectangular thing?

Sogo Osaka: ...It's a photo, and a card...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Card? What's it say?

Sogo Osaka: "Dear customer. Here are the pictures you ordered."

Sogo Osaka: "I can't thank you enough for the help you once gave my brother, so I've included your friend's photo, as well."

Tamaki Yotsuba: Wait... Could it be..?

MEZZO": The legendary detective..!?

Tamaki Yotsuba: Is that how the guy knew where we were!? He wasn't a shady guy, he was a private eye!

Tamaki Yotsuba: But what does his brother have to do with me? And I dunno who the friend he's talking about is, either...

Sogo Osaka: ...Tamaki-kun, look...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Huh..?

Sogo Osaka: My uncle... This is the picture of my uncle and I. Look, here he is.

Tamaki Yotsuba: And a mini So-chan...

Sogo Osaka: ...Uncle... It's because I had him that I'm making music now.

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...So-chan... Look at my photo, too.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ta-dah! That's Mom, that's little Aya. And that's me...

Sogo Osaka: It's a tiny Tamaki-kun...

Tamaki Yotsuba: Yeah. So what do you think? You can stop staring at your uncle, already.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Hey. Say something.

Sogo Osaka: I think it's a wonderful picture. Your mother looks gentle, beautiful, and...

Sogo Osaka: ...I've finally had the chance to see her...

Tamaki Yotsuba: .........

Sogo Osaka: Tamaki-kun... It must've been so hard for you. But you're fine now.

Sogo Osaka: It's going to be fine...

Tamaki Yotsuba: ...Yeah...

Tamaki Yotsuba: You look like you had a rough time, too... Being in this stuffy place, wearing stuffy clothes. ...But at least you could still smile.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Hey, little guy. Believe it or not, but you're gonna be making music in a couple years. And I'm gonna sing your songs with you.

Tamaki Yotsuba: So, it's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.

Sogo Osaka: Yeah...

Sogo Osaka: Thank you, Tamaki-kun. 

- - - -

Tsumugi's Thoughts: And that...

Tsumugi's Thoughts: ...Is how all 16 idols got their pictures, safe and sound.

- - - -

Mister Shimooka: Well then, it's about time we got Welcome to Kids' Room started!

Re:vale: OK!

TRIGGER: Alright.

IDOLiSH7: Yaaaay! Let's gooo!

ŹOOĻ: Yeah!

Mister Shimooka: It’s the moment of truth! We'll be taking a look at these idols' childhood pictures!

Mister Shimooka: But before that, it's time for our special guests!

Mister Shimooka: Please welcome the CEO of Toi Toi Toi, Jiro Ito!

Mister Shimooka: As well as the man who gave a loan to Toi Toi Toi when it was on the verge of bankruptcy, Taro Ito!

Sogo Osaka: Huh?

Torao Mido: Hmm?

Mister Shimooka: Let's give both of the  men who made Rabitty-kun what he is an  equally warm welcome!

Mister Shimooka: Here they come!

All: Ooh, ooh!

???: Hello. I'm the CEO of Toi Toi Toi, Jiro Ito.

Tamaki Yotsuba: Ah..!

Tamaki Yotsuba: That's the uncle who took our picture..! 

The End.

[ficclings]

Y/N - Reindeer Hybrid

Yoongi - Amur Leopard Hybrid.

A/N: I got super carried away with this and it was supposed to be up for Christmas but my brain shut down for a bit and it missed my own deadline. I haven’t proofread this but I wanted to get it out there. Again it’s a bulletfic as I’m terrified to write proper full fanfictions for KPop but I hope that you all enjoy it anyways. Please like or comment if you would...be...so kind to...

Y/N always had a small aversion to Christmas.

This wasn’t because she despised the day or anything, it was how she was teased relentlessly because she was a Reindeer Hybrid.

She thankfully didn’t have giant antlers like the actual Reindeer; she could hide them with a hat whenever the season arrived.

She could handle herself with the comments but it was always appreciated when her best friend Hoseok stood up for her; his strong Stallion aura greatly intimidating when he needed it to be.

She often stayed at home during winter and worked on her computer, trying to look as if she was at all interested in what her colleagues were saying to her via their small little video chat.

Staying at home wasn’t exactly the most exciting thing in the world but she did enjoy a couple of things.

She could go do things in her home like taking a break often and having a small nap whenever she started to get a headache from working too hard. 

Also, she got to listen to her neighbour.

Her neighbour was an amazing rapper and even though a lot of people would assume she liked musicals, she actually enjoyed rap and heavy metal the most; dabbling in a love for all Japanese music.

 He had the deepest voice she’d ever heard when it came to rap and sometimes he spoke so fast that it took her a moment to comprehend just what the hell had happened.

Y/N always wanted to sound an applause afterward but knew it would most likely be a little weird for him to suddenly hear the squeals of a mostly shut in Reindeer Hybrid.

He always practiced right as the afternoon started for a couple of hours and then she would hear nothing from him again until the next day at the same time.

Unknowingly, he became apart of her routine.

It was like having small daily concerts just for her and as each day passed she found herself gaining a little crush despite most of her knowledge of him came from listening to him through her bedroom wall and one small shared glance they had had with one another when she had just come back from gathering supplies for her Instax Camera.

He was about the same height as her with gorgeous fluffy black hair; bucket hat covering any indication on whether or not he was a Hybrid.

Dressed in all black with only one red tie to add colour, he looked like an absoloute dream to Y/N and she nearly walked right into her front door when she finally got a look at his eyes.

Wonderful dark eyes that held such sleepiness in them; something she found rather endearing.

The moment quickly ended though when she felt her face completely burn up and she hurried into the apartment, leaning against her closed door with a loud gasp of air as she tried to calm down her small panic.

He was there again.

Right by her wall, where she worked, rapping like he was born to do it and her hands immediately stopped typing.

She clambered over her bed and pressed her ear to the wall, smiling and her small tail tingled with excitement.

He added music?!

She clenched her fists tightly with such utter happiness; her mouth opening and before she knew it, she let out a great big “You’re so cool!”.

Y/N froze with wide eyes as the music stopped suddenly and the silence began to pound in her ears; fingers twitching and she curled up away from the wall.

“Hello?”

Oh no, he’s talking to her.

His voice is so close to the wall that she couldn’t even pretend he wasn’t talking to her.

Y/N couldn’t bring herself to speak and she began to nervously pull at her right antler.

Then a knock at her front door just about made her heart drop to her feet.

“Fuck,” 

Why did this situation have to arise? She’s so bloody awkward with social interactions!

“I know you’re in there Reindeer,” 

Oh that made her shiver for some reason and her tail twitched as she managed to get herself to move off her butt and open the door; eyes glued to the floor with red decorating her skin and if he could see that, he never mentioned it.

“Have you been listening to me?” 

She just nodded like one of those stupid bird desk toys.

“Sorry,” 

Brilliant response.

Stunningly eloquent 

“What did you think?”

That one question allowed for a friendship to blossom between the two of you.

His name was Min Yoongi and he was a very lazy Amur Leopard Hybrid.

But a very handsome one.

One that made Y/N want to throw up in nervousness whenever they hung out, which was practically everyday despite her having to work whilst he lazed on her sofa and played on her Playstation.

It was one of those blinding crushes where if Y/N were in a cartoon a pink mist would be surrounding her and hearts and butterflies would dance around her face.

It really didn’t help that winter was also when her Reindeer side would go a bit loopy with hormones and would make her act like, just such a moron around Yoongi.

He had no idea.

He was very clueless when it came to women’s inner turmoil let alone a female hyrbid’s inner turmoil.

Y/N was a woman that he was interested in knowing the inner turmoil of though; she was just...special to him for some reason.

He could blame it on the fact that she was a Doe and very skittish and it brought out his protective side.

Something that made Y/N feel fuzzy.

It was also a bit of a problem when both Yoongi and Hoseok were standing up for you at the same time because they were both very Alpha but Hoseok would always calm down quickly and just nudged Yoongi playfully on the shoulder.

Hoseok loved Yoongi too, it was nice to have a brother to help him out with guy things; something that always made Y/N laugh.

Anyways.

Yoongi had discovered a lot about Y/N when it came to himself.

She liked his ears.

Like a lot.

It was annoying at the beginning because he wasn’t used to it and they kept flicking around as it tickled to no end.

Now he just sat there most days as she ran her forefinger and thumb around on his soft fur.

It made him feel slightly warm under the collar now.

It wasn’t his fault.

You’re just so fucking cute with everything you do.

Even your grumpiness towards Christmas was adorable to him.

The pride he feels when you give him an applause after he practices was the best feeling in the world...only second to the ears.

Your eyes get so big as you stare at him and he almost always falters in his rapping whenever he catches your gaze, red flashing against his pale skin.

“When you get famous you have to invite me on tour!” 

Oh his heart aches.

Oh look at your little hands grasping his arm in graceful giddiness.

Oh your antlers are so fucking cute and oh god look at your little tail.

He wants to tug on your tail.

Not entirely sure why.

But he does know that the thought sends him to the shower every night.

Uh-oh you’re talking to him and he hasn’t been listening.

Totally not imagining things a friend should never imagine.

“Yoo?” 

OH SHE CALLED HIM YOO.

He was pretty sure he was malfunctioning because there was a very concerned expression on your lovely face.

“W-what?” his canines bit harshly down on his bottom lip as he stuttered.

“You alright?” 

Y/N’s hands were tugging on the fabric of his shirt as she tried to look at his face more.

“You’re so red,” she giggled quietly feeling quite drunk on nothing but her own Hybrid side.

Yoongi’s breath got stuck in his throat when the wave of your hormones suddenly slapped him across the face.

He really wished you were sitting directly next to him in your comfy clothes.

You looked so soft in them that he just wanted to gather you up in his arms and rub all over your scent gland.

“I’m good, Reindeer,” he practically purred out getting a scent of mints and chestnuts, setting his skin on fire.

Neither of you have any clue as to who actually made the first move but Y/N found herself laying on top of Yoongi on the sofa, kissing him with the most amount of passion she’d ever felt.

Soon finding her hands gripping the back of the sofa as Yoongi helped her ride him, his face first pressed against her collarbone; hot breath panting against her causing goosebumps before he buried his face in her neck as he continued to scent her heavily.

Your little cries of “oh Yoo,” made his brain feel as if it were melting into a puddle of heaven.

His large hands shyly cupping your backside before finally, finally getting the pleasure of tugging your tail causing a delightful and horrifically erotic squeal to leave your swollen lips.

Both of them consenting before they took the plunge and bit into each other gland as their release rushed over them; fingers causing cuts into each other’s skin as they shook.

After you two had become a mated couple (with the approval of one Hoseok of course), Yoongi had made it his mission to get you at least a little interested in the Christmas Spirit of things.

And boy did he.

His plan would only come into effect on the actual day.

And with his arms wrapped tightly around you on Christmas morning (both of you walking around practically glued to each other after heavy love making the night before) he led you towards the bathroom where he’d hidden his present.

“Merry Christmas, Reindeer,” he bit flirtatiously on your earlobe before opening the door.

A sharp bark sounded around before it was followed by loud squeals from you, hands picking up the small brown dog and snuggling into it’s warm, warm body.

“Oh he’s lovely, oh Yoongi,” cuddling into the Leopards side, he purred in content.

“Holly,”

He looked down at you, eyebrow raised.

“It’s Christmas,” you stated with a determined expression

“His name is Holly,” 

[doublekrecs]

can you headcannons for atsumu, kageyama, and suna on the team finding out about your secret relationship and they're surprised because you're kind of a known player?? ty

a small secret ft. miya atsumu, kageyama tobio, and suna rintaro

a/n: i love this idea and writing it was actually super fun!! hope u enjoy this lil anon - fairy

warnings: mentions of sex

kageyama tobio

kageyama is a quiet dude who’s obviously more reserved and private about his relationships. people knew him as that talented volleyball player  with a cold demeanor.

meanwhile, you were more open about things like this. people generally knew who you were dating or who you had a thing with.

with that being said, you and kags would be the most unexpected couple ever.

while hinata’s grades were thriving under the tutoring of yachi, kageyama was still pretty bad at school. that’s when a teacher assigned you to help him.

he didn’t really care about his grades, just volleyball, but he was smitten with you, his pretty tutor.

he’s heard about you and your boy toys before, but you seemed so sweet and mindful and easy to talk to. you accommodated his needs and he slowly fell in love with you for that. 

fast forward, he gives this nervous ass confession because he couldn’t take it anymore and prepared himself for rejection cause a pretty thing like you could easily have anyone else. to his surprise, you agreed to go on a date with him.

he wanted to be more quiet about it because he didn't see a reason to be open about your relationship. though, if people found out, you wouldn’t mind. you wanted people to know you were dating your pretty boyfriend.

sometimes you would mention this to him and he would get flustered.

“baby, are you ashamed of me?”

“what? no, why?”

“it’s just that i don’t understand why we have to be a secret. i know i have a reputation and all, but i want people to know i'm dating a pretty boy like you.”

you didn’t even think much of anything you said, but tobio was fucking blushing

“what baby?”

“pretty?”

you laughed and gave him a small kiss on the cheek

“forget what i said about our secret, i’ll go get you some milk pretty boy.”

he got a nosebleed after that sentence

of course, he wouldn’t willingly tell the team. he didn’t see a reason to unless one of them tried to get with you, but he knew damn well none of them would try.

but when hinata’s nosey ass noticed that kageyama was on his phone more during practice, the secret was basically doomed.

“who are texting ka-”

“none of your business!”

“is it a girlllll?”

and kageyama’s eyes widened as he forgot how to form a sentence

“n-n-no!”

“liar!”

one day, practice ends early and he rushes to the convenience store to get some milk before he went to your house to surprise you. coincidentally, you were at the convenience story, too.

the rest of the team eventually catches up to him.

“tobio?”

once he heard his name from you soft lips, he looked to the right and there you were, gorgeous as ever. you felt a exhausted, but he thought you looked like you were glowing. and so he wrapped an arm around your waist while you looked at the milk together.

“you know, i was going to bring you some milk.” you spoke shyly. he gave you a peck on the cheek.

“oh, really?” he smiled. you were thoughtful

“yeah.”

he reached for two milk boxes. one being his classic plain milk and some strawberry milk he knew you would like. he poked your side and you laughed and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. and another. and another. luckily, there weren’t that many people in the drink isle.

“tobio, what if someone sees?”

“there’s no one here.” he said, grabbing your hand as you two walked up to the cash register. 

and nearby, you were met with the shocked faces of karasuno’s volleyball team.

“i knew it!! kageyama has a girlfriend! that’s why he keeps staring at his phone during practice!” hinata’s fiery hair sparked up at the satisfaction of being right.

“oh, (y/n)! how did you end up with him of all people? he’s so mean!” hinata continued to malfunction.

“for once, i agree with shrimpy here.” tsukki added.

kageyama was flustered, but hinata’s comments only changed his facial expression to one that’s more psychotic.

“yeah, i think i remember hearing oikawa trying to get with her, right (y/n)?” tanaka asked. kageyama looked at you shocked. he didn’t remember you telling him about this. 

“yeah, he did,” you responded, tanaka nodding as you spoke, “but i already kind of had someone in my life.” you face heated up as your grip on kageyama’s hand tightened.

“i can’t believe my kouhai got a girlfriend before me.”

miya atsumu

tsumu was proud of the fact he was dating you. he liked the fact that you were able to pin him down and he was also able to pin you down as well. you were one of the few things he often thought about that wasn’t volleyball.

beforehand, you were constantly going on dates with random guys, constantly being disinterested, constantly getting the same plain moves, constantly being bored. 

sure, tsumu had his fangirls, but you had a fair amount of random guys pining after you. you were pretty, easy to vibe with, and fun to be around. 

you had classes with the infamous setter, but didn’t pay much attention to him. after all, he was probably busy with his fangirls. he would have to make an effort in trying to get to know you.

while tsumu is very good at sweet talking girls, he didn’t know how to sweet talk you.

he’s seen many failed attempts and noticed how you wouldn’t stay with a guy for longer than a week.

but it turns out that you were good friends with osamu. oh god, he hoped you guys were strictly platonic. 

so when you started coming around their house more to hang out with samu and cook together, he used his chances to just talk to you. he wanted to get to know you better. but he knew that you were probably in love with his twin brother by now.

you and tsumu vibed!! samu noticed, but decided not to say anything. after all, you did help him get a date with your friend in exchange for cooking lessons.

“do you like osamu?”

“no? what gave you that idea?”

“i mean, you always come over and cook with him and i really like talking to you while you’re here-”

you shut him up with a kiss

and as you came around more for reasons beyond cooking lessons, it eventually bloomed into a relationship that lasted more than a few weeks.

kita noticed how tsumu would be in a rush to leave after practice. you guys really only had certain times you could see each other due to the fact that you wanted to avoid his scary fangirls. you had an image that wasn’t all positive and when they find out that you’re dating tsumu, you knew it was going to get worse.

you waited on the side of the gym nervously making sure that the area was empty. the sight of you with tsumu’s practice shirt, which he left at your house the last time he was over, is a blatant sign that something was going on with you two. for months, both of you have been good at hiding it, but you wondered when you can feel the relief of being in an open relationship. while sneaking around was really hot, it was also very stressful.

“y/n.” the sound of your name coming from his lips made you feel.. things. things you weren’t used to. and you would never get used to the smile that came after you turned around and looked him in the eyes.

“you left this at my house. i thought you would need it.” you responded with a small smile on your face. you awkwardly stuck out the shirt in front of him, the atmosphere full of tension. god, it would be nice to kiss him right now. he looks all sweaty, hard at work, and the shirt he was currently in was a little too small. wow. that’s kind of hot.

almost like he read your mind, he moved forward and you backed up until you hit the wall. he leaned in closer and closer until his lips planted into yours. it was a deep, passionate kiss that quickly heated up with each passing moment. and it kept going with your teeth tugging onto his bottom lip as he pulled away. it felt like the sun had decided to turn it up a degrees.

a deep cough interrupted you two and you immediately pushed him off.

“so this is why you’ve been leaving practice a little early, tsumu?” kita asked, a small smirk on his face. osamu and suna snickered.

“i'm amazed that a shithead like you was able to get (y/n) of all people.” while you did love your boyfriend, you did need to laugh.

“shut up samu!” 

“just make sure you use protection. you better come back to practice in five minutes.” kita gave a threatening glare in tsumu’s direction.

suna rintaro

suna is also pretty quiet and reserved like kageyama.

similarly, he doesn’t see a reason to have a public relationship. he likes that he has intimate moments with just you two. he likes that there’s still guys pining after you, but he knows they’ll just be disappointed because you’re his. every rejection satisfies him.

although, you also tend to be a natural flirt and suna trusts you. he knows that you’re all talk and it makes keeping the relationship a secret even easier.

you guys start becoming friends through a project. the team knows about you two being partners, but of course they don’t think about it much. you’re pretty hot and tsumu makes a few comments about that.

he gets annoyed, but he does confess and all of the sudden you guys are having fun in his bed. fuck atsumu’s horniness dude.

eventually, the project is done and you two seemingly go your separate ways. 

in reality, he comes to your house after every practice. you sneak him bento boxes in his locker when no one is around. he leaves you little snacks in yours.

you know that he loves those jelly fruit sticks, so you have them ready every time.

one day, you see that the volleyball club needs a manager. so, why not sign up and surprise your boyfriend? you’ve never been able to see him practice anyways.

kita relays the news to the rest of the team. suna is secretly happy because now you can watch his spikes and hopefully he’ll look cool for you.

everyone’s a little surprised because what does this hot girl heartbreaker gain from being their manager? is atsumu that hot? did she hear about osamu’s cooking skills and trying to ease her way into getting some good free food? is kita that hot??

nonetheless, you continue to do your job and silently appreciate your boyfriend. he basically acts like you don’t exist during practice, but you don’t mind. you know you two will be in the sheets later anyways and that’s enough attention for you.

but atsumu,,, he gets on his nerves

“so you’re our pretty new manager, aren’t ya?”

you turn and your sight is met with a sweaty miya atsumu. suna overhears this and suddenly his ears perk up. what the hell is atsumu planning?

you turn to suna. normally, you would respond back and he knows that, so that’s what you do. you turn back to tsumu and flash a friendly smile.

“yeah. i guess i am. and you’re the hot sweaty volleyball player with the ten thousand fangirls?” you pulled your lower lip with your teeth as you looked up at him.

“yeah, i don’t have to introduce myself, then.” 

and it goes on like that for ten minutes. it was sweet talking at first, but now you two are just casually getting to know each other. he’s telling you things about the team and giving small tips for your manager position. it was honestly helpful and you eased into the conversation. it was just like two friends.

although, suna seemed a little distracted. aran was trying to talk to him, but his words seemed to flow into suna’s ear and come out the other. aran noticed he was staring at something and once he figured it out, he let out a silent prayer for tsumu. what was this?? he had seen you talk to guys before. he’d seen you be a playful flirt. and he had to problem with it. you would push them away at some point. but seeing you talk to atsumu sparked something in him. 

and then he snapped, walking directly towards you. he ignored the questioning looks of his teammates and snaked an arm around your waist until you faced him. he was warm and you wanted to melt into his touch so bad, but your brain reminded you that this was supposed to be a secret.

“baby what are you do-”

and suna planted a warm kiss on your lips. his tongue forcefully slipped past your mouth and you melted into it. you knew you would have a good time later. a few wolf whistles were heard, but you were too dazed to acknowledge them.

“oh no! our poor manager is dating suna!” 

[jjk-biased]

jungkook x reader

requested by @atulipandarose (oooh soulmate/jungkook/one shot!! it's been big missing jk hours over here)

genre: fluff, soulmate au

words: 2.5k of dumb jungkook pining

warnings: none >< cussing here and there, also my first time writing just fluff so please be kind. unedited!!!

synopsis: jungkook never loved the idea of soulmates because he liked you and he wanted only you.

masterlist | events masterlist

There it was, the panging he felt in his heart even if he wasn’t the person in pain. As his chest throbbed, it was emotional pain he supposed, the song began to play in his head. He gritted his teeth, upset to have been reminded once again of the world he lived in. 

The world had to be so stupid to believe in such nonsense. It was idiotic. They had to be so naive to rely on  this whole scam - to the point where they even revolve their lives around it. 

It isn’t true. It’s far-fetched. This whole soulmate system wasn’t reliable.

He lived in a world where the universe decided who each person’s other was. Soulmates existed. It was everywhere. And he didn’t like it one bit.

Whoever made the world like this had to be an utter idiot. Why would anyone allow something like this to take over people’s lives? This bullshit soulmate system gave people a false sense of hope that someone out of the millions and millions of people would be the only right person for you. That somehow, out of 7.5 billion people, someone would be the perfect yin to your yang. 

It shouldn’t exist. Soulmates shouldn’t exist. 

Come to think of it, how can the universe even be so sure that the person they have “destined” for him is the right one? And, honestly, who even gave the universe the right to choose for him?

Fuck the universe, Jeon Jungkook wanted to pick for himself.

He thought this whole sham was an inconvenience. Unlike almost every love-crazed and soulmate-addict person, he thought otherwise. Jungkook felt suffocated at the thought of being tied down to someone who he probably didn’t even like. He didn’t need whoever they had for him. He didn’t have to meet this so-called pre-destined love of his life to live happily.

Actually, he did. Or else he would forever be haunted by it. He’d go crazy.

People had different “soulmate indicators” -- basically something in their body that gave them a hint on whoever they were destined for. Namjoon, his writer friend, had a tattoo of his soulmate’s name on his collarbone. Jimin, the short friend, had a ring on his finger with the initials of his soulmate and would even change colors depending on the mood of his other. One part of Taehyung's hair is the same color as his soulmate’s, regardless if he tried to dye it along with his locks. 

To say the least, theirs were easy to find, to discover - much more convenient than what the universe had in store for dear Jeon Jungkook. His had to be the most vague indicator of this whole scam. 

A song.

The universe gave Jungkook one specific song that only he and his soulmate knew. Not a name, not a ring, not even a hair color. Just one fucking song. 

Jeon Jungkook didn’t want to believe in this obviously fraudulent scheme that the universe set up. Despite his woes and resentment towards the system, Jungkook couldn’t exactly ignore it. The song, somehow sung by both him and the soulmate, always played in his head whenever he or the other would feel down. Somehow, it only played when any of them were sad. Not when they’re happy. Not when they’re angry. Not when they’re bored. Only when one or the other wasn’t feeling well.

But hey, at least he knew when it would start. 

There would always be a pang in his chest before it began. It was akin to when the dog dies in the movie, or when someone relayed bad news, or when the character in a book had to leave. The weird feeling would be eased immediately as soon as the song played in their head. It would lull him to sleep, he guessed it held the same effect for whoever was on the other side, and would make him feel at home. 

But he did not like this soulmate bullshit. 

Not one bit.

Even if the song brought him great comfort. Even if it was the only thing he looked forward to when he had a bad day. Even if his soulmate’s honey-like voice blended well with his. 

Wait shit, he should be hating this nonsense. Why did he just think that his soulmate sang nicely?

Fuck it. Forget what he thought. It didn’t matter anyway. 

He had other things to think about anyway, especially how to gain the courage to ask his friend out. 

Jungkook is currently and sadly a college student, who, aside from drowning in student debt, studies fine arts. He hopes to become a renowned artist someday, and in pursuing so, had to disobey his typical Asian parents’ wish for him to be called Dr. or Atty. someday. 

Soulmate hatred aside, art had always been his passion. Despite growing into a family full of doctors, lawyers, and judges, he knew his heart belonged in fine arts. When his brother would play with the toy syringes and stethoscopes, he would be seen getting himself dirty with the washable markers. That love for coloring grew into something more, and so Jungkook decided he would become an artist in the future. 

It was always so freeing for him to dabble in the blues and greens and create whatever he visualized in his mind. The pencil in his hand could easily convey the emotions he had trouble vocalizing. All of his troubles would go away faster than you can say worldwide handsome Jin-hyung with the aid of his drawing tablet. Everything about art just intrigued him. Art was easy. Art was comforting. 

Art is where he felt free.

It wasn’t suffocating. Unlike his family that wanted him to be someone he couldn’t become and this soulmate shit that wanted to cuff him down to one specific person he doubts would even go well with him. 

He wanted the soulmate system gone. For reasons that seemed justified to him and only him. 

He could live without the incessant nagging of his very traditional family who wanted to sped things up. Jungkook would finally stop seeing some of his soulmate-less acquaintances miserable. He could finally go on with his sad day without the song that would automatically play in his head. 

Wait… that last thought made him feel sad. Perhaps he would miss the song after all. 

Anyway, and above all, he could finally court his cute friend without having to worry of the soulmate shabang. 

Jungkook didn’t want whoever the universe paired him with. He wanted his cute seatmate and friend, Y/N Y/L/N.

Y/N Y/L/N. Your name was perfect. 

The way your name rolled off his tongue felt just right. The way your nose would scrunch as you focused on sketching the naked dude who had to pose in front of everyone. The way you would tilt your head when the professor never made sense with his discussions. 

Everything about you was just so… perfect. 

You were kind-hearted, considerate, and intelligent. Your humor was unmatched and you were very enthusiastic when you conversed with Jungkook. From a small crush, his liking towards you grew into something he couldn’t exactly ignore. He liked you more than he liked to listen to the duet in his head.  

Okay… scratch that. Maybe he did like his significant other’s singing voice. It eased his worries after a troublesome day. Admittedly, he had found comfort in it.

If only the universe allowed him to converse with whoever was on the other side, then maybe he didn’t have to loathe this system so much. He could’ve gotten a friend out of it, not a soulmate… but a friend. 

Somehow, his thoughts wandered back to you. God, imagine if you were his soulmate. Jungkook would be more than happy if that happened. But he didn’t need the universe to act on his feelings for you. Jungkook will do something… He knew he had to do something about it. He just didn’t know when. 

All of his thinking made Jungkook revert to airplane mode, so it was only then that he noticed you concernedly waving your hand in front of his face for a sign of consciousness. He found your scrunched up face painstakingly cute but holy shit… why are you so close? Please don’t be so close. Jungkook would malfunction if you decreased the space between you two even more. 

“Are you okay, kook?” You luckily stepped back once he locked eyes with you. 

 Ah… that sweet voice of yours that could rival the comforting honey-like singing in his head.

“Y-yeah! Sorry, was spacing out,” Jungkook’s words were jumbled as he noticed he was staring at you like a gaping goldfish instead of answering like a normal person. 

Your giggles rang throughout the room at his predicament. He crookedly grinned then laughed along. This must be heaven. Your happiness was always contagious and he’d often mirror the smile on your face whenever you were happy. 

You made him feel giddy as much as he did on the days he finished his artworks. You made him complete. 

But that damn soulmate thing had to ruin it. 

How he wished you were his soulmate. 

“I thought something happened to you, kook! Mr. Kang dismissed us some time ago but you were still frozen in your seat when everyone left. I was so… worried,” You chuckled, though quite red and hesitant at the end. 

Well did that instigate the butterflies in Jungkook’s tummy. 

“Concerned for me?” Jungkook teased, it was his go-to response because he couldn’t exactly flirt in straight sentences. 

Your eyebrows furrowed but the pink hue became much more evident. Jungkook didn’t even mind the kick you gave him because he made you feel a bit flustered. Success :D

“Taehyungie’s been busy, hasn’t he?” You said, trying to change the subject so everyone could forget the embarrassment.

Taehyung, the theater kid and drama major, was friends with the both of you. He had been busy for the past month because their project was to create a series of plays to showcase to the school. Their show will be on Tuesday, days away from now. 

Right! He could invite you to the play.

“He is… Hey,” You tilted your head and hummed when Jungkook’s voice sounded a bit unsure. 

“Do you wanna go with me to the play?”

The red on your face and the shy nod you did made him swell in accomplishment. He can’t wait for Tuesday to come. 

Fuck.  He should’ve waited for Tuesday to come. Now it is Tuesday and he was too nervous to even stand in a five-meter radius near you. Slapping himself to forget the momentary faltering of his confidence, he shakily waited at the foot of your doorstep with an album in his hand. 

You two bonded on music and he knew you well enough to know you’d rather have the CD of your favorite artist than some flower that would wilt after awhile. He was right. The beam on your face when he handed over the gift made him so happy that all his nerves were washed away. You always had a way to ease him, even if you weren’t aware. 

“M’lady,” He jokingly tried to replicate a british accent as he offered his arm, waiting for you. And as you always would, you took his arm along with an accent-laced, “M’lord,”

Jungkook forgot his worries for a moment and it was always because of you. 

You two sat near the stage to support Taehyung with his play. You two remembered him sharing that their play was about a soulmate-driven world with much more darker consequences. It was about the fictional hanahaki disease, he said. 

And boy did it feel so sad. Taehyung acted so well, as if he was really losing his character’s best friend onstage. Jungkook peered at you for a moment and saw your eyes glisten as Taehyung’s cries grew louder and louder. 

The story was really heartbreaking.

To the point where Jungkook felt the familiar pang on his chest and the song began to play in his head. 

How peculiar. His soulmate was sad just as Taehyung’s scene played out. Perhaps they were in the same auditorium as well. But that was impossible. His soulmate was probably watching some soap opera. 

Not that he minded. Jungkook had other things to think about, especially how to comfort you as your tears flowed down from the actors’ amazing performance. As slick as he could, he draped an arm around you and let you rest your head on his shoulder. His heart was beating faster than he could comprehend. Even more so, when you scooted closer to him.

Fuck. You were cuddling. Oh my god. Jungkook is gonna die out of happiness. 

He had to play it cool though. Jungkook ignored the warmth in his chest and face as he rubbed your arm in consolation. He was surprised you reacted well. Nothing prepared him for what happened next. 

You were humming. 

You were humming his song. 

hOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT YOU WERE HUMMING HIS SONG. 

You… were his soulmate.

Okay universe… Unfuck you, Jungkook guessed. Apparently the universe was on his side after all… All he had to do was somehow tell you…

Jungkook, his face now an uncontrollable red, nervously turned towards you and successfully got  your undivided attention. God, he could die then and there. Gathering courage from glob knows where, he smiled and sang the first line of the song. 

Universe might have been laughing at him for suddenly changing his views. Jungkook would’ve laughed at himself if he found out the double-back on his opinion. But this was you. 

You and your cute nose scrunch, you and your adorable head tilt, you and your witty comebacks.

This was you.

Everything about you was perfect, and he couldn’t believe that the universe liked him enough to grace him with you as his soulmate. 

何故 こんなにも 涙が溢れるの

[Naze, konna ni mo namida ga afureru no]

Your eyes widened as he sang the song that felt like home to the both of you. 

ねぇ 側にいて そして笑ってよ

[Nee, soba ni ite soshite waratte yo]

You joined in on the singing and everything just made sense. None of the leaving people in the auditorium mattered at the moment. 

君のいない未来は 色のない世界

[Kimi no inai mirai wa iro no nai sekai]

Jungkook was so happy. It seemed like the world was brighter than before.

モノクロで冷たい

[Monokuro de tsumetai]

He shouldn’t have doubted the universe’s plan. Everything was better with you. 

見つめてる 暗闇さえも so beautiful

[Mitsumeteru kurayami sae mo so beautiful]

You smiled shyly as your soft honey-like voice harmonized with him. 

僕を信じてほしい

[Boku wo shinjite hoshii]

Jungkook’s smile grew wider, encasing your delicate hand in his.

まっすぐに君だけを見て

[Massugu ni kimi dake wo mite]

For once in his life, he was happy and it was better because he was happy with you.

どこにも行かないように

[Doko ni mo ikanai you ni]

You two shared a kiss that afternoon, on a Tuesday, at the university’s auditorium.

permanent taglist: @luvinseokjinnie @97faerie @amoreguk @bbyjoonies @borednia @tanumiki @taescake

[Extra]

Jungkook: Hey Taehyung! Congrats, that play was amazing

Taehyung: ...yeah… but why did you two make out when I died onstage?

You: ahahaha bye.

[witcherslittledove]

Hello! Can I get some Jaskier/Ciri? Jaskier is her step dad, Geralt is away, and Ciri surprises Jaskier with lingerie?

Thank you <3 -🌼

Little Princess (Pt. 1 of 2)

Jaskier/Ciri/Geralt

Rated: E

Summary: When Geralt is away on a business trip, Ciri decides to seduce her step-dad.

CW: dead dove: do not eat, pseudo-incest, underage, vaginal sex, oral sex, daddy kink

Written for @jaskiertheflowertwink 😘 my partner in crime (Also on AO3)

Business trips, Geralt seemed to have a never ending supply of business trips, and Jaskier was stuck supervising Ciri again; in the middle of a fucking heatwave. His step-daughter had begged for a pool party whilst Geralt was away. Jaskier wasn’t sure why he agreed, but now he was trapped in a very uncomfortable situation. Ciri was wearing a bikini that was barely decent, and well, she looked good.

And Jaskier really wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

She was his daughter, sort of, technically. He’d married Geralt when Ciri was seven. His husband had adopted her when she was four in a desperate attempt to save his first marriage to Yennefer, but the point was that the girl dancing around in very little clothing was his daughter. His underaged daughter.

Fuck.

This was crazy. He shouldn’t be aroused, but the water was rolling down her chest, droplets falling between her small breasts that were hardly covered by the turquoise and gold material. Ciri was laughing, ducking under the spray, her long hair flying about behind her. She looked truly stunning…

“Fucking cock!” Jaskier hissed under his breath, running a hand through his hair and willing his dick to listen and stopping getting hard. Ciri didn’t seem to realise the effect she was having on him. She smiled like the fucking sun when he caught her eyes, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips as she fucking winked at him.

“Right!” he called out, “I’m getting a drink, does anyone want anything?”

Ciri raised her hand. “I could use a drink, I’m so thirsty daddy.”

Jaskier’s brain malfunctioned. Ciri hadn’t called him ‘daddy’ in years. He was her papa, and Geralt was her father. He swallowed, nodded and ran into the house. Jaskier groaned as he reached the kitchen, chugging a glass of water as he ran his hand through his hair. “Beer, wine… fucking vodka…” he spat out as he reached for the cupboard where they kept the good Polish vodka that Geralt liked to keep for special occasions. Jaskier downed two shots before slamming the shot glass on the counter, grimacing as the burn hit the back of his throat. “Jesus Christ, I’m so fucked.”

“Papa?” Ciri called from the doorway, rubbing a towel through her hair. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were mischievously sparkling.

“I’m- I- I don’t like that you’re growing up,” he lied. “You’re a young woman now, sweetheart, and- and your friends, the way they looked at you.”

Ciri put her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow in an expression that was so very Geralt, and Jaskier was weak.

He chuckled nervously and tugged at his hair. “I’m your dad, it’s just hard- difficult. It’s difficult to see you growing up.”

Ciri scoffed. “I thought you were supposed to be the fun one.”

Jaskier gaped, glaring at his step-daughter. “You! You take that back.”

“Make me,” Ciri challenged with a smirk, suddenly a lot closer than he’d realised. If she’d been older and very much not his daughter, he might have thought she was trying to seduce him, but… but…

Shit.

“Oh just get your own water,” Jaskier snapped. “And you should be getting back to your friends.”

Ciri sighed. “Right.”

____

The rest of the day had gone smoothly, whilst Ciri was still flirtatious she kept that attention aimed at both Cerys and Dara. Jaskier couldn’t help but grin at that. She was truly his daughter. To be safe, Jaskier had gotten changed into a pair of Geralt’s swimming trunks, baggier than his own. He really really didn’t want the parents of the other kids calling him a pervert if he still had a semi by the time they arrived. Ciri seemed to be disappointed but Jaskier wasn’t sure if that was just his imagination. He just missed Geralt, that was all.

He just needed a good night of being railed. That would fix whatever this was.

He fucking hoped so anyway.

Geralt had just been so busy recently and Jaskier was notoriously horny. He had a brilliant stash of sex toys for when Geralt was away or wasn’t in the mood, but nothing was quite the same as having his husand’s hands on him. But the way Ciri had been watching him. God, he felt like he was on fire. He hadn’t felt that kind of arousal for such a long time, the thrill of something new, something forbidden. It had taken every ounce of his self control not to drag the young girl up to her bedroom and fuck her into the mattress, like she was practically begging him to do. In hindsight, he was grateful that there had been the other kids there. He clearly needed a chaperone. He couldn’t be trusted.

But now they were alone.

And Ciri was still acting like a minx. She still hadn’t gotten changed out of her swimwear, happy to just lounge in the living room in her bikini, testing Jaskier’s willpower to the max, but he was stronger than that. He could resist the allure of his own step-daughter. He could. He would.

He had to.

But cock it. He needed a wank first.

“I need to do some work upstairs, turn the lights off when you go to bed,” Jaskier mumbled. It was a lame excuse but Ciri was too young to think anything of it, wasn’t she?

“Hmm,” she agreed, not taking her eyes off the television, one hand rubbing absentmindedly at her bikini top, one finger slipping under the skimpy fabric.

Jaskier took a shaky breath and made his escape up the stairs. He barely made it through the door before he was unzipping his swimming trunks, running one hand up his torso under the Hawaiian shirt that he’d put on for dinner. As he fingers brushed his nipple, he let out a soft groan. He hopped out of the swim shorts and laid back on the bed, closing his eyes as his thumb ran over the tip of his cock. “Oh fuck,” he moaned, pulling his hand from under his shirt so he could muffle his words. Ciri was fifteen, not stupid. She would guess what he was up to if she heard him.

He quickly pulled the lube bottle from Geralt’s bedside table, slicking up his hand before returning it to his cock. If he closed his eyes then he could almost imagine the wet heat of a woman… an adult woman, who just happened to be ashen-blonde with emerald green eyes. Small breasts filled a dainty bikini and water dripped down pale skin, glistening in the sunlight as he sunk his cock into her cunt, wet and tight around him. Her moans were a familiar cry, the sounds of his baby girl…

“Fuck,” he hissed, his head rolling back onto the pillow. Every stroke of his hand on his cock was blissful, and he was soon lost in the feeling. Too busy chasing his own pleasure to hear the footsteps outside his door before it was too late.

The door opened.

“Holy fucking shit cock!” he yelled, pulling his hand off his cock and scrambling to cover himself…

Until he saw her.

Ciri, his own step-daughter, timid and shy in the doorway but dressed liked fucking sin. Her pale skin was contrasted beautifully by a dark emerald silky lingerie set, black lace trim over the silk. The green brought out her eyes which were lined with dark smudges, and her lips were stained blood red. She’d obviously tried to replicate Yennefer’s make-up looks but with much less skill, but that didn’t matter to Jaskier. He was completely captivated. The contrast between young and innocent, and the grown up woman she was trying to be was entrancing, utterly hypnotising. She looked like something from the movies, but her awkwardness gave away her innocence.

He should fight it. He knew that, but the arousal and lust had clouded his mind with wanton desire and he was helpless to resist now. As long as Geralt never found out, he could have this, just once. It was a pitiful justification but it was all he had.

Maybe Ciri didn’t trust the boys at her school, she was getting to the age where she wanted to experiment but she just needed someone to show her the ropes, help her learn the wonders of carnal delights. Those boys would care for nothing other than their own tiny little cocks.

No.

That wouldn’t do at all.

Ciri was his little princess, she deserved the best, and Jaskier could give that to her. She wanted it, so it couldn’t be that wrong. It wasn’t as if Jaskier had groomed her into it.

Fuck…

He really needed to stop overthinking this, otherwise one time would turn into more and Geralt would inevitably find out. He couldn’t lose his husband. He- he-

“Daddy,” Ciri stumbled over the word, her cheeks flushed.

And Jaskier lost his battle.

Ciri bit her lip, obviously going for coy and seductive but Jaskier couldn’t see past his baby girl, so desperate for his attention that she’d dressed up all pretty, just for him. Fuck, that thought made him feel heady. He couldn’t send her away now, it just wouldn’t be fair to either of them. So, before he could change his mind he tossed the pillow aside, revealing his already leaking cock, slicked up with lube and precum. He’d be lying if he said the thrill of a forbidden relationship wasn’t drawing him in, making his whole body burn with a passion he didn’t know he had, but he wasn’t entirely surprised. His sex life with Geralt wasn’t entirely vanilla, they enjoyed playing and acting out scenarios that weren’t always appropriate, but that had always been fictional.

This was real, and forbidden and oh so tantalizing.

Jaskier patted the bed next to him, moving to make space for his step-daughter, inviting her in, "Come here, sweetheart. Did you get all dressed up for Daddy?" he said with a smirk, echoing Ciri’s own words. If she wanted him to be her daddy then he would play along.

Ciri grinned and all the tension eased from her shoulders. The excitement in her eyes reminded Jaskier so much of the first time they’d taken her to see Roach as a child, the spark of youthfulness, and yet from the clear swell of her breasts, Jaskier could see she was growing up to be a gorgeous young lady, from princess to queen. She pouted as she sat next to him, every move still so unsure but they could work on that. “Nothing else was working,” she admitted, worrying on her bottom lip. “I was so sure… the pool party…”

Jaskier chuckled, relief flooding through him. He’d been convinced he was seeing things, but it had all been deliberate. Ciri had been trying to seduce him, and fucking hell, it had worked. He brushed a finger through her messy blonde hair, sweeping from out of her eyes. His little princess just gazed at him with wide green eyes, her lips in a perfect pout. Jaskier decided to take pity on her, she was so nervous, and really he'd be a terrible parent if he didn't help her out. So, he pulled her onto his lap, his fingers brushing against the lace of her bra.Ciri hummed, letting out the softest sigh as his thumb ran across her nipple.

"I'm sorry, princess, I didn't realise, but I see now. You've been such a good girl for your daddy haven't you?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to her neck.

And she nodded, still pouting, her lips looking ever so kissable. Jaskier wondered how he never noticed this before. She was practically begging for him, already so pliable under his touch, soft and wanton. His innocent princess had become a temptress when he hadn’t been looking. When his fingers brushed along her lips, she shivered, and he couldn't help but press a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"You know your father can never know? No one can ever know," he whispered in her ear, his fingers trailing along her spine, running under the clasp of her bra.

Ciri breathed a soft “Yes,” her hips rocking against his hard cock, making them both gasp. "Yes, Daddy. It'll be our secret, I promise."

Jaskier groaned, capturing her lips in a rough kiss. He couldn’t resist it anymore. His little girl's cunt was dripping onto his cock and he'd always been helpless in the presence of beautiful people, Ciri was no exception. His little girl kissed back, sloppily, inexperienced. He whispered softly in her ear, guiding her with every kiss, every touch; teaching her.

But then a thought struck him, like a seed starting to bloom. Most young girls don’t start calling their step-father Daddy, not like this, and Jaskier had always been Ciri’s Papa. Was this something she’d discovered online… and did it only apply to him? She clearly wasn’t concerned that he’d raised her, and Jaskier wasn’t the only father figure in her life. He had to wonder... if she wanted him, called him daddy....

Was it just him?

Geralt was an incredibly attractive man and technically neither of them were her blood father.

"Ciri, princess?" he murmured as he ran his nose under her jaw, kissing at her neck, barely able to resist leaving dark bruises on her pale skin. She whined, running her fingers along his chest as she continued to rock against him. "How long have you wanted me?" He brushed his lips down her neck, along her collarbone, until he reached the soft silk of her bra. Ciri just let out a high pitched moan, just as he mouthed her breast through the lace.

"I- I," she stammered. "My first wet dream...."

The heat that rushed through Jaskier at her words was almost too much. The thought of Ciri waking up, wet to her core, her fingers pushing against her clit. Would she have known what was going on? Did she realise? "Go on, sweetheart,” he breathed, his voice hoarse, betraying his own arousal.

"I could hear you and dad... and I couldn't help it, I was dreaming I didn't know."

Jaskier groaned, that was even better than he’d been expecting. Shit, he wouldn’t be able to have sex with his husband again without thinking of Ciri touching herself in the next room. "Fuck, Ciri..."

"You and Dad... you- you took turns at fucking me, kept telling me I was such a good girl and, fuck," she whined, her eyes fluttering shut. Her underwear had slipped and Jaskier could see just a glimpse of her wet folds as she rubbed against him. She was so fucking wet for him, and for Geralt too apparently.

He couldn’t take it anymore, his cock ached and she was practically begging for him to fuck her. How could he say no?

"Oh sweet princess," he cooed as he reached behind her with one hand, expertly unclasping her bra. She gasped as the lacy fabric fell loose on her small body. "That's it, show daddy what a big girl you are now?"

And Ciri shuffled out of her bra, not meeting his gaze, bashful and innocent and brilliant. "They aren't as big as Mama's," she mumbled, shyly.

Jaskier cupped a breast in his hand, wanting to reassure his sweet little girl. He kissed the other breast, finally able to without the flimsy barrier of her bra. His tongue flicking out over the bud, making her whimper. "Ciri, sweetheart, you're so beautiful."

There was no going back now. This was his fall from grace, but Christ, he just wanted his little girl to feel good, and she was so responsive to his touch. It was addictive, but he wanted more. So he gently rolled them over, pushing her back onto the mattress and long ashen blonde hair fanned out on the pillows, a mess around her perfect face. Jaskier met her lips in a soft kiss, wanting to keep this moment forever, the day his daughter let him take her to bed. It would be a treasured memory but something that could never happen again.

Luckily they had all night, Geralt wasn’t due back until the morning, and so Jaskier was going to savour this. He placed one last kiss on Ciri’s lips before kissing down her body, and because he didn’t have to be so careful, he nipped and kissed at her skin, leaving a trail of bruises down her body. No one would see the hickeys there but he wanted to give his daughter something to remember him by.

Ciri whimpered and writhed underneath him, soft moans escaping her lips and he could only guess at how she must have been feeling. The first time with another person was always more intense, especially if it was done well, the sensitivity, the tingling under the skin, the burning heat, and he got to share this with her. His baby girl just trusted him so much, and he was going to reward her lavishly.

When he finally pressed a wet kiss to her cunt through the lacy fabric of her underwear, she bucked up, thrusting against his face. "Daddy, please," she whined, already sounding so desperate, so wrecked, and he felt his cock twitch in response.

He helped her to lift her hips, before sliding her underwear down her legs, and then he finally had her, wet and eager and ready for him; the thought that had been plaguing him all day.

Any self control that he might have had left was lost. He wanted to devour her, ruin her for any other man. No one else would be good enough for his princess. The first taste was like paradise, the forbidden fruit that he hadn't even known he'd wanted and Ciri cried out so helplessly as he kissed and licked at her clit, slowly easing a finger inside her.

"Jask, Daddy... fuck," she gasped and he knew that it wouldn’t take long for her to cum like this.

He moaned, delving his tongue into her wet folds, licking into her, eating her out, he hadn’t been with anyone other than Geralt for so fucking long. God, he'd almost forgotten how much he enjoyed doing this, and his partners were always so fucking responsive. This was easily the fastest way to make someone cum, men, women, anyone. Jaskier had a talented mouth, and he fucking knew it. He briefly wondered how many times he could make Ciri cum with just his tongue, but this was her first time. He should ease her into it. If he scared her off now, then he may never get to do this again.

No.

He wouldn’t get to do this again.

This was it.

So he pulled away, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. "Such a good girl, darling," he whispered against her skin. "Is that how you like to play with yourself? Touch your clit and pretend it's my tongue, or maybe- maybe you finger yourself, wishing it was your father's cock?"

"Yes," Ciri whined, struggling to keep her pretty green eyes open. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was sticking to her face. She looked utterly debauched. "All of it, please, please!"

"Shhh...." he whispered, stroking a finger along her thigh, gently pressing her legs further apart. "You'll get everything you want, princess. You trust Daddy, don't you sweetheart?"

Ciri nodded, whimpering pitifully, and that was all the confirmation Jaskier needed. He grabbed a condom from the drawer, delighting as his daughter watched him eagerly with wide eyes as he rolled it onto his poor neglected cock. He captured her lips into another kiss as he lined his cock up, wanting to distract her, keep her nice and relaxed and pliant under him.

They moaned in unison as he pushed into her. Her cunt was hot and wet around him and it took all his self control not to cum. She was just so fucking tight, and the sounds, god, the sounds she was making. It was completely obscene, and this was his step-daughter. He knew he should be disgusted but he couldn’t think. No, Jaskier was too focussed on the tight heat of her cunt around him.

He eased inside her as slowly as he could, sliding into her, letting her get used to his size. HIs cock was a lot larger than her dainty little fingers and he knew it was never easy to get the right angle, but Ciri ran out of patience. She was a fast learner and she knew exactly wanted. His daughter reached up to pull him into a kiss, gripping onto his shirt as she thrust up to meet up, pushing his cock fully inside her, making them both moan into the kiss.

And then the door swung open for the second time that evening. They both froze, caught like deer in the headlights. Jaskier felt like his entire world was about to crumble around him. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t do this, not Geralt, anyone but Geralt.

But sure enough, Geralt was standing there, his expression infuriatingly impossible to read, and Jaskier was suddenly reminded why he never played poker against his husband.

“Fuck.”

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Glow Pt 2

Summary: Malachai/Reader Request: Glow Pt 2; this got a little out of hand

“So; should we get dinner?” You turn to Malachai your hand tracing his chest and the faint glow from it. “Hmm, well we should; but..” You smile and he looks over to you fondly. “But what?” “As my soulmate you’re meant to be my perfect fit; we’re meant to be together but we’re.” Your fingers trace the skull tattoo on his side. “ I don’t care.” “I can’t leave the Serpent’s I’m sorry.” “I don’t care. You want to be a Serpent that’s fine.” “I can’t spy on them for you; I-“ “Did I ask that? We both have jobs; that’s all this is. Maybe your boss wants me dead sure, but your job doesn’t effect my view of you.” “But-“ “Does my job effect your view of me?” He asks frowning and you shake your head.

“It does; doesn’t it.” His face sinks and you chew your lip. “It’s dangerous; I don’t want you getting hurt and-“ You scowl as he laughs. “Baby; oh my god, we’re both in gangs; I could say the same about you!” “No! You’re a gang leader! That’s way more; oh my god I’m dating a gang leader.” Malachai grins, tears in his eyes as he tries to quiet his laugher you smack his shoulder, his chest glowing brighter. “Stop that! This is serious!!” “Come on Y/N it’s not; you’re just being silly.”

“Say the one who takes his gang on thrifting road trips every other week.” “Team bonding is essential to our gang!” “Going on cross country road trips to pick up leather jackets and studs from crafts stores is not essential.” He gasps mockingly and you shake your head. “Well what do the Serpent’s do for bonding then; hmm?” “We drink, party; go for ice cream; the usual gang activities.” “Ghouls do that too!” You shake your head. “Not like Serpents.” “Do not make me have a party and invite the snakes; we’d probably all get murdered.” “Ah but to die by your side, such a heavenly way to die.” You smirk and he shakes his head, hand pulling yours against his chest which pulses a light green. “Why does it do that? I always though the glow was supposed to go away once you found your soulmate.”

“It does; to everyone else; once you’ve met your  soulmate;” He nods to you, fingers twining yours as his other hand runs up your arm. “Once you’ve connected.” It threads through your hair nudging your lips against his. “No one else has need to see our connection but us.” “But why is is so pale?” “Because you’re close, the farther I go;” he steps backwards and you notice the almost sea foam green darkens a shade. “The brighter it becomes.” “Like a lighthouse.” You smile and Malachai frowns. “A lighthouse?”

“Yeah; its calling me home.” Malchai turns fixing the items on the shelf above the chair. “Or warns you away from the rocks.” “Like you’d willingly hurt me. You’re avoiding looking at me cause you’re blushing again.” You laugh when he stalks forward trying to look threatening. “I can hurt you worse than you’d imagine.” “You wouldn’t.” “I would.” “Prove it; I’m sure you have a knife on you right? Just like me?” You grin flicking your blade out and he grins back rolling his eyes. “Y/N, sweetheart that’s a toy.” He grins pull his out, it’s not double the size of yours but it’s close. “I’d say you’re compensating for something but we both know that wouldn’t be true.” He smile smugly, nodding proudly.

“You need to meet the Ghouls; officially.” “As what the Ghoulie Queen?” “Pffft. The what? Oh my god is that actually true?? The snakes actually- oh my god, fuck that is hilarious.” “Hey, no you can’t let anyone know trade secrets.” “You know our trade secrets.” Malachai nods gravely and you roll your eyes “Thrifting is not a trade secret!!!!” “Well not when you shout it out for everyone and their mother to hear like that.” “I’m sure the Serpents aren’t going to get wise to your secret thrifting locations and then buy all the skulls and dead things before you can.” Malachai narrows his eyes but nods towards the door. “Everyone’s waiting.” “For the record the this is a horrible idea.” Malachai nods. “If you agree then why are we doing it.” “Have to do it at some point otherwise we’ll be trapped in the house of the dead’s bedroom for eternity.” “That doesn’t sound too bad.” Malachai rolls his eyes as he opens the door stepping through it. You watch half the ghoulies turning towards you eyeing you curiously. You see the group from Pop’s and watch as they step forward. “What happened now?” Malachai looks annoyed at them. “Nothing; just wanted to say we’re happy Y/N’s here.” “Really? That’s all? Nothing about the BBQ you’re apparently throwing in my yard?” “It’s a welcome party.” One of them grins and winks at you, you grin back turning to Malachai.

“Yeah we talked about it before you picked me up at Pop’s; don’t you remember?” Malachai scans your face confusedly. “You talked to them before?” “Yeah they came in and ordered food, gave me a burner phone and said they were sick of you whining.” “I did not whine!” He glares and the Ghoulies hide their laugher. “You did; just a little, he may have cried when we showed him that picture you have up; the one with hot dog the third as a puppy.” “That’s just low; no one can resist a puppy.” You nod wrapping your arm around Malachai. “Now, apparently I’m supposed to meet everyone here? So lead on oh fearless Ghoul King.” You grin and watch his chest brighten.

“I thought it only got brighter when we were apart.” “Yeah, must be a malfunction.” He shrugs avoiding your gaze to call over a group of teenagers. “These are the newbies; newbies, my soulmate Y/N.” They all nod and you return it. “A malfunction?” You question and he shrugs pulling over Evan and Jacob his second in commands to greet you. They pull you into hugs before you can say anything. “He telling lies about the soulmate glow again?” Evan grins and you nod. “Yes! He won’t tell me why it gets brighter, even though we’re next to each other! He’s awful!” You watch your chest brighten as you say it.

“It is true. That it get’s brighter the farther away you get; but it also gets brighter when you think about each other; like loving thoughts; it gets dimmer the more negative you think.” “Wait so every time he thinks about me it’ll get brighter?” “Basically yes; so depending how in love he is with you; how aware of it he is; the brighter it gets. So what colour is it now?” “Ironically the same as my Serpent tattoo.” “Oh woooow that’s, uh, interesting.” “What?” “I bet you you could ask almost anything of him and he’d do it.” “No he wouldn’t; he’s a gang leader he’s not going to go soft just cause he has a soulmate.” “Wanna bet.” Evan grins and you nod.

“Bet you a weeks worth of Pop’s.” “And two hundred.” “Deal.” You grin as Evan shakes your hand Jacob laughs and Malachai turns from where he’s talking to him and another group of Ghoulies. “Babe;” You watch as he fully turns walking towards you. “What’s up?” “Evan said you wouldn’t take me on your next thrifting trip.” You smirk and Malachai frowns. “You can come if you want; it’s usually an all day thing I assumed the snakes wouldn’t-“ “I saw this adorable ice cream parlour on the way out of town when I went on a job and if it’s on the way could we stop in?” You grin and Malachai rolls his eyes. “If this is a ploy to get ice cream-“ “Noooo.” You avert your eyes grinning. “What do you want. Come on; tell me.” You smirk. “I want you to marry me.” Malachai freezes and you’re completely distracted from Evan crumbling to the ground in shock; by the same blinding glow that blocked Malachai from your vision when you first met him.

“That’s not ice cream.” He nods to you and you grin back. “I said it wasn’t a ploy to get ice cream. You just didn’t believe me.” “Well I can’t marry you; I mean one, I don’t even know your ring size so I can’t get it altered for you; two if you think the ghouls and the serpent’s are going to be able to come together for a wedding we’re going to need to stockpile enough vodka to drown Russia; and three- what. “You have a ring? That you have to get altered?” You stare and him and Malachai nods. “Of course; what kind of idiot doesn’t have an engagement ring ready once they meet their soulmate.” “You bought a ring yesterday?”

“Anyway, since you’ve met Jacob now we just have to meet a few more members and-“Malachai nods towards a group that look to be in physical pain. “What’s wrong with them.” You watch worriedly and one of them sucks in a breath “Evan passed out.” He speaks before returning to what you realize is trying to quiet laughter. Malachai turns nudging Evan with his foot. “He’s not passed out just dying of laughter, one of you turn him on his side so he doesn’t choke if he pukes.” “So is there a rule against laughing? I mean all of them seem pretty-“ “They can laugh; they just sound like a pack of dying hyena’s and half of them have those laughs that make you laugh more from the sound. Lance I swear to god if those are helium balloons.” Lance nudges the balloons back onto the table and turns away from them.

“So why is everyone laughing at my attempted proposal?” “Attempted?” Malachai looks hurt when he closes the door to the house. The muffled laughter is almost deafening. “Well yeah; I mean I don’t have a ring and as much as I want to marry you I can’t do that without a ring. Besides I don’t think my family would be too excited if introduced you as my soulmate and fiance in the same breath as them meeting you for the first time. Like surprise I’m marrying a gang leader; I know you wanted so much better for me but he’s all I want. They’d be a little bitter about it. Mals; you okay? You know I want to marry you right?”

“You met me two days ago pretty much; we’ve been enemies for years..” “It’s been almost a week; and yeah we were enemies because I didn’t know much about you; but that doesn’t matter because you’re my soulmate; we’re meant to be together; and I want that. To be with you.” “Okay well uh first things, I lied about the ring.”

“Oh thank fuck I was going to be a little freaked out if you already had a ring.” “I have three, I wasn’t sure if you were going to like this one and the other two I saw in the shop when I went up so I figured options was good. Well actually that one is my great grandmothers on my mom’s side so it’s pretty traditional so, options, good idea right?” He grins confused slightly when he just sees a green glow.

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10 Game Changer Films

Over the past century, there have been many movies that were marked with quality acting and quality story telling. Some movies are genre defining and remain memorable long after the movie is released. Some movies are perfect little 2 hour pieces of art. And beyond that, there are movies that transcend genre and change the way that movies are produced and viewed. Here is a list of ten movies the changed Hollywood cinema. There is no way to rank them in order of importance because they all shaped the way movies were made and presented at the time, so 10 are listed in order of date. Feel free to add suggestions for game changer movies in the comments. This is a list of American films and doesn’t come close to all game changers, but these 10 stick out in my head whenever I am asked for examples:

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The Jazz Singer (1927):

The movie that marked the end of the silent era, this was the first feature-length motion picture with synchronized recorded music and lip-synchronous singing and speech. It is has six songs performed by Al Jolson. It is the story of a Jewish boy who wants to become a singer despite the traditions of his devout family. The boy is caught singing and decides to run away from home, change his name, and become a famous jazz singer. He tries to disguise himself while performing at one point and makes the unfortunate choice of putting on black face. It is kind of hard to watch, but the advent of the “talkie” changed the way audiences enjoyed movies from that point on.

Steamboat Willie (1928):

This was the first Disney cartoon with synchronized sound with a fully post-produced soundtrack. It is also considered to be the debut of Mickey Mouse. The layered drawings have a realistic feel and are impressive today despite being almost 100 years old. Also, nothing beats that iconic opening sound of the film in which you can hear the film reel behind the sound of the lead character whistling. Animation became a genre at that moment and has done nothing but grow and improve, but this seems like the seed that started it all.

The Wizard of Oz (1939):

Generally considered to be one of the greatest films of all time, this juggernaut of a film was not considered best Best Picture nor was it even a financial success on first release. It was re-released and played on TV in 1956 and is now considered the most seen film in movie history. What really makes the film a game changer is the moment when Dorothy lands in Oz and she steps out her sepia/black & white home and walks into a world of Technicolor. Although many great black and white films where made after this film, it was a symbolic change for audience preference for color films. Kansas was so grey and bleak and the world of Oz was so bright and beautiful...it really is an unparalleled moment in film.

Citizen Kane (1941):

Considered by many to be the perfect film and the best Hollywood film of all time, this film is on the top of many “Best” lists. Director and lead actor Orson Welles used “deep focus” to make all aspects of the picture pop out at the audience. He was having difficulty creating some of the film angles to create this effect, so he would lay on the floor and even break into the stage to create the perfect shot. He also took the camera up to the stage light walkways to create others. The entire narrative was told in flashback from a group of unreliable narrators and the main character dies within the first 2 minutes of the film. The use of lighting and storytelling is an amalgamation of different techniques from around the world of film at the time, including some aspects made up on the spot. Watching the film now, it seems apparent that the bar for movies was raised 90 seconds into the film when the main character says “Rosebud.”

Shane (1953):

This film is not really known for being the very best acted, but it came out right when a bunch of audio and video technology improved simultaneously. The film was shot in standard ratio, but, due to the beautiful shots along the American Plains, was selected by Paramount to debut widescreen format. To get out the word, the film was played at Radio City Music Hall on a specially fitted 30ftx50ft screen. Not to let the visuals overshadow the sound, a new stereophonic soundtrack was recorded and played on an interlocking 35mm magnetic reel in the projection both. The sight of the sweeping landscapes and the echoing ring of gunshots was unlike anything that audiences had ever experienced while setting the standard for movies for years to come.

Jaws (1975):

From the opening scene with a young girl being attacked while skinny dipping in the ocean, the film caused legitimate panic amongst film goers. It also created the summer blockbuster which continues to affect how movies are released 45 years later. Spielberg became a household name and the use of the dolly zoom to represent a sudden realization became part of movie language. Along with the films simple and iconic score that made up for a constantly malfunctioning prop, this revenge story made thousands of wanna-be directors realize that it didn’t take a who lot to make an extremely successful movie. Camera trickery, good sound, and a descent plot could make any budding director into a millionaire.

Star Wars (1977):

Arguably the most successful film of all time, this story of the classic hero’s journey is epic and yet simple. There are few movies I have seen with better pacing because the time always flies by. The characters are relatable despite being robots, aliens, and wizards. The aspect of the movie that really made it was the special effects by Industrial Light and Magic. The famous “trench run” on the death star was something that was like a roller coaster on screen. How easy it was to get sucked in to the film is an influence on directors and movie production to this day. 

Toy Story (1995):

This was a film that was actually the accumulation of over a decade’s worth of computer graphic technology. It is the first completely CG film and it is excellent. The film score is amazing, the graphics were far better than any audience had seen or ever expected, and it created an entire new way to manufacture a film world. This was also the first film for Pixar, which made far and away the best family films over the last quarter century. 

The Matrix (1999):

This film might be somewhat arguable as a game changer, but one aspect of the movie is globally known whether you have seen the movie or not: bullet time. The fight scenes and the wire work for stunts along with the speeding up and slowing down of the film was revolutionary. That moment when Neo dodges the bullets that were shot at him while the camera rotates to show how close the misses were is phenomenal. The action set pieces are frequent with loud pumping music and it influenced audience expectations for how massive a fight scene could be. The judo fight between Neo and Morpheus, the rescue of Morpheus from the agents, the subway fight, and Neo’s enlightenment are all epic fights worthy of an entire film. It was an introduction to cyber punk that kicked in the door for a mass of violent and loud sci-fi films that continue to be cool to this day.

Avatar (2009):

A movie that was 15 years in the making due to a world created completely with computer graphics that interacts seamlessly with human characters, this probably the best looking theater film ever created. The story is not so great, but the world that is created is made specifically to envelop a theater audience. It is a two hour experience like no other and needs to be seen in a full 3D theater with surround sound. It made all other films up their visual game and is the second most lucrative movie in straight dollar amount and the second most lucrative film adjusted for inflation (despite being only 10 years old).

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This count of 10 is obviously debatable and many films are worthy of a spot on a list like this. This is a list of the 10 that amazed me and made me think that audiences would have changed their expectations of the film experience after seeing the film. If you have movies that have had this effect on you, please list them for others to enjoy.

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❛  i’m  sorry ,  you  don’t  enjoy  being  teased ? .  ❜

     His wrists are wrapped into one of his own ties tightly, a makeshift restraint because Vampirella doesn’t like wasting time finding the right tools when she wants something, and a tie works perfectly fine on Arthur. It keeps his arms behind his back so all he can do is wriggle against the headboard, heels pushing into the bed.      Oh, he so loves that signature outfit she has. It’s barely anything but it fits her perfectly, excellent choices of where the outfit is kept together to minimize the risk of a wardrobe malfunction. It helps, of course, that it barely covers anything. When her nipples harden it shows so well. God, he loves her breasts.

     And with her straddling his lap, his underwear already removed by skilled hands, she’s in full control of the situation. She’s rubbing along him, that smooth fabric barely giving any drag between them, and he can feel her. She’s fed recently, he knows that from the sheer fact of how warm she is on top of him, the pink tinge of her skin. She’s dancing in his lap and Arthur begs her without words, just with needy little sounds. Then her thumbs hook on the red fabric to peel it to the sides, give her sweet Art a good view of the full, heavy tits she so loves to display. He twitches hard against her inner thigh at the reveal, the way the little suit likes to press her ladies together.      Hands cup the sides of his head and she kisses the smooth, shiny surface of his face, leaving a few lipstick prints until her tongue flicks out in a long, slow drag along his cheek and temple. ‘Turns out you’re not perfect, Arty,’ she chuckles, pressing her chest against his so he leans his head back, allowing her to nose along his throat, taste some more of the latex. ‘If you were perfect... you’d have tasted salty. Like sweat. That would have been such a cherry on top. But I guess we’ll have to make do, don’t we?’      A hard grind down and Arthur howls. Tuts softly. Clicks the ring keeping her little costume together open to let it peel away, and that ring? It’s snug. A little too tight as she handles his pulsating arousal and puts it around the base, clicking it shut again. Trapped. And there she goes, playing with his fully filled-out erection, letting it slap against his stomach a few times before her attention shifts a little further down. ‘Did you know your balls draw all the way up when you’re close to cumming?’ she whispers, trailing a finger along the subject of conversation until he’s moaning. He moans so nicely.

     She moves around to get rid of her outfit and then to make a grab into Arthur’s very well-stocked lube-drawer, instructing Art to push his knees up a bit so she can lean back against his legs. She does so, making herself comfortable sitting in his lap, watching the way his tongue lolls out when she rests her ankles on his shoulders. There must be a pleasant kind of hurt of being trapped between their bodies without Vampi making any effort to hold up her weight, but he doesn’t mind. He doesn’t mind anything. He gets so wonderfully slutty if she plays her cards right. The little squirting noise as she squeezes some lube onto her fingers, and she lets Arthur enjoy the show as she plays with herself.      He gets some attention too, of course... but he’s just watching, very obviously, head bobbing ever so lightly with every drag of her fingers on herself. Saliva’s dripping onto his chest from his tongue. Enslaved would be the best word for it.

     ‘Maybe I should just get myself off like this and then leave you hanging.’ Vampi purses her lips in a deep-thought expression, wet fingertips drumming on her sternum for a second. At Arthur’s ‘nonononono, please, please mistress, please pleasepleaseplease --’ she grins deviously.

     ‘I’m sorry, you don’t enjoy being teased?’

     He’s so easy to rile up, more pleading and begging spilling from that pretty mouth until she can’t keep a genuine, amused laugh to herself. It would truly be fun to just let him sit here now. Get herself off, rub her cum over his cock, his chest, his face (oh, yes, his face... she’d love to make a mess of that), but at the same time... damn everything, for all that innocence and cuteness he radiated... he was really good at fucking.      ‘Why don’t you recount to me what we did yesterday, you know, to get me excited, and if you do a good job... oh, we can do it raw, Arty! I like that with you. You get so rough when you think about burying all that delicious, hot cum inside me --’ He makes a noise so deeply needy it almost gets her off on the spot. ‘Go on, tell me about last night. You have no time to waste, pretty boy toy.’

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At Garden’s Edge- ch8: A Day in the Life of a Newt(on Pulsifer)

The lights are too bright, and Newt can’t quite hear what the lady in front of him is saying over the cacophony of beeps. His head also feels quite.... strange. He’s pretty sure that it’s not supposed to feel like it’s floating half a foot above his neck while also feeling like it’s stuffed full of cotton.

Some of the beeping suddenly stops, making it so much quieter in the ER, and Newt can finally understand what the nurse is asking. He tells her he thinks he’s fine, only he managed to hit something in the middle of the road with his bike and that sent him sailing towards the curb, which his bike tire hit at the wrong angle, and that quite firmly ejected him from his seat. And actually, he’s not at all quite sure how he got here, or why he’s here.

The nurse comes closer before he realizes she’s holding a tablet to enter his information in. By the time he realizes, it’s too late.

There’s a sound much like a mosquito hitting a trap lamp with a bright Bzzt! and then tablet goes dark in her hands. Newt grimaces.

It snowballs from there.

She shushes his apologies and uses the flip hospital phone that they use now instead of chargers/beepers to call the nurse station and request a backup one. It, accordingly, powers off halfway through her phone call. She shakes it with a frown and grumbles about the board of offices being cheap with their equipment, turns a sunny smile on him, and brightly says “well, I’ll just take down the basics and get your vitals while we wait. Do you have records here?”

“Uh. Maybe?” probably, “Which hospital is this?”

“The Brugmansia Hospital.”

“Oh! Yeah. I was born here. Uh. I changed my name though. Still Pulsifer for the last name though, figure there’s probably not too many of them around,” he laughs nervously, overly conscious of how awkward he is and how unable he is to do anything about it.

She still smiles, ever professional, and jots down his information. “First name?”

“Oh! Right. Sorry. It’s Newton now. Newton Pulsifer.”

“Thank you Newton, now I’m just going to take your vitals now.”

“Oh- I, uh, don’t really think-”

It’s too late, she’s come up to take his temperature with their new wireless, laser thermometer and it promptly errors out. It continues to error out no matter how many times she restarts it. The heavy seed of dread in Newt’s stomach grows larger. This is exactly why he tries not to go to places like this.

“I’m sorry. Uh, do you happen to have something maybe not, uh, electrical?”

She gives him a funny look for that and he shrinks back.

“Well. Let me get your blood pressure and o2 readings.”

Newt looks dubiously at the machine setup she wheels over to him. Miraculously, it goes okay when she wraps the cuff around his upper arm, and even when it starts. Everything avalanches when she puts the wireless o2 reader on him. Immediately everything in his room fritzes out, the lights even flickering before coming back, but all of the machines are still down or in the emergency boot up system restart.

“Oh bugger,” he sighs under his breath, quietly enough that the nurse fretting over all the technology can’t hear how resigned and unsurprised he is.

The avalanche continues when a nearby nurse ducks in and his tablet powers itself off. The smartwatch he’s wearing starts having three different alarms go off on it, and then there’s some shouts of alarm from outside Newt’s room that he’s really not sure that he wants to know what they’re about.

There are four people in his room now, in varying states of bewilderment and frustration, trying to figure out why everything’s malfunctioning in his room while also trying to get it back up and working. No one’s listening to Newt when he tries to explain that if he could just leave, it’d get better, but then, he’s mostly used to being ignored at this point.

More and more people trickle into the room, Newt spots the tech support guy he wished to be, frowning and scratching his head as he looks at everything. And then he looks at Newt.

A quick mumble about using the loo and Newt escapes out of the room, IV still attached to the weird metal stand and his arm but at least they’re not electronically powered. Just good engineering and reliable gravity.

He figures if he can put enough distance between him, and the rest of all that technology crammed into one small spot, that everything will boot back up just fine. And if not, Newt could write out exactly how to fix it.

So he heads to the loo, because now that he’s made the excuse, he figures he might as well try and also he’s betting on there being a whole lot less fancy technology in there. If only he could actually find said loo. Or any loo, really.

He’s waylaid by a small girl about ten minutes into his wandering of the halls.

“Oh. Hullo there.”

The girl is missing three teeth, has brown hair, and is looking at Newt as if he’s the newest attraction in the city zoo. Under her stare, Newt almost feels like one.

“Wut’er you doing?”

“Er... looking for the loo.”

She looks at him, looks in the direction he was heading in, looks back at him and matter-of-fact-ly says, “you’re going the wrong way.”

He blinks at her, which she takes as permission for her to reach up and grab his hand and start pulling him in the other direction. Bewildered, he followed.

And thus began a brand new game called “Lead the Newt” which had a revolving cast of characters, all under the age of twelve, each insisting they knew where the loo was, and each hiding him from sight any time an adult employee came near.

This scavenger hunt of a game ended at, not a loo (which made Newt extremely grateful he didn’t actually need one), but at a recreational sort of room. There was an old tv in one corner, an open treasure chest filled with costumes and toys, and a few bookshelves. The floor was spongy beneath Newt’s feat and looking down left him staring at brightly colored interlocking foam mat puzzle pieces.

For some reason, all of the co-conspirators find him funny, and really the only tech he might fry in here is a rather old tv that looks like it’s been outdated so many times it can’t recall if it’s outdated or retro at this point, so all in all... This is probably the safest room for Newt to be in. And certainly more interesting than the loo.

And that’s how he finds himself, an hour later, dressed in a paper hat of some kind (its supposed to be a jester’s hat) leaning against his iv pole, making elaborate gestures with his free hand, and telling terrible terrible jokes to a kid in a paper crown and to the amusement of the other kids around him. It’s most certainly a bizarre scene, but no one has commented on it as of yet and due entirely for the fact that the secondary game they’re all playing is ‘Hide the Newt’ any time an adult wanders by. Closets, corners, and blankets have all been heavily featured by now in this game.

So Newt can hardly be blamed for jumping near out of his skin when, after telling a particularly bad punny joke, he hears an adult’s laughter. So he jumps, jerks, and tries to turn to face the voice all in one motion and ends up somehow practically hogtieing himself in his iv cord and going down.

He ended up in a heap of limbs, metal pole, and iv cord wrapped all around him, and his glasses hanging half off his face. “Oh bugger...”

There was a snickering above him from the adult voice and the children alternating between giggles at his fall and joyful cries of “Crow Crow!”, “Mister Crow!”, and “Miss Crow!”. As Newt struggled to untangle himself, with the help of a few kids who both made things worse and better in turns, the other children began pleading with the Crow? Crow?? to pleeeeease let them keep Newt.

The stranger is crouching down to the kid’s level by the time Newt gets mostly upright, and they look a lot like they’re trying very hard not to laugh. “Now. However did you magpies manage to steal a whole person?”

Laughter sounds and they’re throwing themselves at the redhead and the two bags they set down. As the majority are immediately distracted by the prospect of sweets and the passing out of them, the stranger turns to Newt and raises an eyebrow high above dark sunglasses and says, “well? How’d they manage to kidnap you?”

Before Newt can respond the kids answer with excuses that pile over one another ranging from “he just wandered in!” to the actually mostly truthful “he was lost so we were showing him around!”.

“Oh really now?” they seem to be biting back laughter as they continue, “he was lost so you decided to help him by keeping him here?”

Some of the kids looked abashed while others look outright proud of themselves and to Newt’s surprise the stranger threw back their head with a short bark of a laugh before grinning as if proud of them.

Just in case he was reading the situation wrong, he’d done that with people more than a few times, Newt tried pushing through his embarrassment and awkwardness with an “It’s, uh, alright. Really. It’s been kind of fun, actually.”

“Ah. Yeah, they really grow on you.” The Crow glanced at the kids with a mischievous look, “like a fungus.”

Groans and laughter sounded before all of a sudden a shushing and pointing as an adult was seen wandering their way. Before Newt could blink they had him hidden out of sight shoved in a closet between some coats, puppets, and something slightly sticky that he had no intention of exploring further.

He could hear the somewhat muffled conversation of the kids pleading with The Crow to keep their secret before a new adult voice joined the conversation. The voices dropped away a bit, except for the nervous kids right in front of the closet attempting to whisper between each other, before he can’t make anything out at all. He waits, nervousness beginning to creep in because just how long was he supposed to stay in the closet? Actually, about that, he’d really had enough of closets and hiding in them. Terribly stifling and awful and much better really to be out of them.

Eventually there’s the sound of foot falls coming closer and closer to the closet and for a moment Newt’s heart picks up, certain that he’s about to be found and get in trouble. Then the doors are opened and it’s the red headed stranger who jokes, “ready to come out of the closet?”

And Newt’s still full of nervousness and it expresses itself by making him immediately blurt out “already did that once really. Was sort of hoping to not have to do it again.”

There’s a pause where the red head stares at him and the realization that he’s said that out loud crashes over Newt who flushes hotly. “Oh gods, I said that out loud...” and then The Crow tilts their head back and laughs.

“Been there, done that!” They agree with a grin and reach in to pull Newt out. “C’mon, ‘parently they’ve been running a missing patient code for half an hour looking for you.”

Newt relaxed fractionally, “you figured all that out from the nurse in five minutes?”

“Nah. Heard about it when I snuck in through one of the back windows. ‘s right beside one of the break rooms.”

“Oh, okay, that makes- wait. Did you say window?”

But they were already talking to the kids, “Alright you mischievous little magpies, you had your fun but we need to get him back now.” A chorus of “awwwws” and “but!!but!!”s sounded off but The Crow continued on, “if he’s here, he probably needs some help to get better, and I’m sure once he’s feeling better he’ll come say hi again.” Here they glanced over at at Newt expectantly, so Newt nodded since it seemed expected, and then they continued, “alright, so say bye to...”

“Newt.”

The Crow stilled, tilted their head to the side and asked disbelievingly, “really?” as if they didn’t also have the name of an animal.

“Yeah.”

“Alright magpies, tell Newt bye.”

There’s goodbyes and promises to come back and right as they’re leaving the first girl that had caught Newt comes up to The Crow and, in a whisper so very loud she might as well be talking, says “you hafta be nice to him!”

“Oh do I now?”

She nodded furiously, “he doesn’t ree-lize his jokes are reeeeally bad!”

The Crow seemed to choke on something before spluttering into a laughter the kid shushed them for.

“Sorry, sorry,” they managed, fighting back their grin and not looking sorry in the least as they chanced a quick glance at Newt.

The girl frowned, “you’re not sorry at all!”

“I am, I am!”

She looked unimpressed but when bribed with an extra pastry she let it, and them, go.

They’re on their way back to the nurse’s station (Newt didn’t even know what room they put him in) when he breaks the silence to ask, “is your name really Crow?”

“To the kids, yes. You can call me Crowley.”

“Oh. Nice to meet you Crowley. Did you really come in through a window?”

Crowley grinned at him, “trade secret.”

[sundimus]

♥ ♦ for Hollow, ▼ ☆ for Ghoul, ☠ ☾ for Grimm!

Ah yes,,, the three characters whose names all start with “G” -Hollow- ♥ - family headcanon Family is very important to them! Extremely so! To them, family means that they’re surrounded by people who will never leave them or let them be alone. They feel so much love for their siblings, even the ones who they’re more distant to. Hornet is the family member that they’re closest to, though, simply because she’s the one who has always been there in their life. They’ve watched her grow and turn into the person she became, and that fact will always have a special place in their heart. A deep part of them also wishes that their father was around to join be present in their family, but all they can hope for is that Pale King is proud of them, wherever he is now. They’re proud of him, at least. ♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon Quirks: They have a special kind of chirp that they do whenever they get nervous. It’s somewhat quiet, but very sharp, and only those who aren’t used to what their chirps normally sound like won’t notice the difference. They also have a habit of randomly picking up their siblings whenever they feel a great surge of affection for them. They are the only person who Hornet will allow to pick her up, and instead of picking up Ghoul (who gets nervous if they can’t feel the ground) they will instead squeeze them in a hug like a squeaky toy. Hobbies: Their favorite hobby is reading! They learned how to read and write growing up, but they never indulged in the wonders of books. A lot of their books came from Elderbug who had given them away only because he has read them countless amounts of times and knew that he could trust Hollow to take care of them. Hollow’s trying to build up the courage to go and ask Lurien one day if they could read some of his books in his tower cause they remember seeing so many intriguing and exciting covers but they weren’t allowed to read any of them back then. (Well they never thought to ask.) But Lurien intimidates them a bit, so that day is kind of far. Another hobby they’ve been slowly but surely getting into is slight aerobatics/gymnastics! Thanks to Grimm. -Ghoul- ▼ - childhood headcanon They were... a Very Lonely child. They were lost and confused and alone for a long time, and they actually wandered quite a bit throughout Hallownest, learning how to fight along the way. They spent a considerable amount of time at the Blue Lake, though, and that’s where they taught themself how to swim. One day during their wanderings they found Oro’s hut by accident, and because of this person who, begrudgingly, took care of them and fed them and didn’t attack them, combined with their overwhelming loneliness, they ended up accidentally growing attached to him, almost like an imprinting duckling. Neither of them regret it though. Oro is the best parent figure they could ever ask for, and Ghoul honestly changed Oro’s life for the better. ☆ - happy headcanon Sometimes when they’ll get extremely overjoyed about something, like absolutely ecstatic, they’ll emit this very high pitched scream for a few seconds. It sounds almost like a malfunctioning siren, but it never ceases to cause the people around them to get startled. They try not to do it but sometimes their emotions just burst out like a volcano kldsjklkjdlsljk but luckily they’ve only ever done it around their family, so they’re used to the rare occasions that it happens. -Grimm- ☠ - angry/violent headcanon It’s rare for him to get angry, like it takes a Lot for him to get truly angry, but his anger is cold rather than hot. Instead of yelling or gesturing, his voice will drop low and he gets an uncharacteristic steel look in his eyes, and he appears extremely threatening. He’s not above violence either - he would much rather settle things peacefully and he would never harm anyone innocent, plus he rarely ever fights to kill, but he will kill someone should he feel as though he has to. That is the main difference between him and the Nightmare King - his father was known for his violence and ending every fight with someone’s death. He’s calmed down now (Mostly cause he’s been trapped in his Nightmare Realm for eons and couldn’t really attack anyone there) but who knows how much influence his past self has on current Grimm now. He’s the one who created him after all. ☾ - sleep headcanon He greatly prefers sleeping upside down (Like how he does in game), because that’s how he’s been sleeping for thousands of years. But lately, thanks to one very tall and lanky vessel, he’s learned to enjoy sleeping in a bed. He’s always the big spoon, and on very rare occasions he will end up in a very deep and good sleep, and when he does he unknowingly ends up purring slightly in his sleep. I’m not sure if he even knows he can purr, considering how those times are literally the only times he does it. But Hollow knows. Oh boy, Hollow knows. Send me some characters and some emojis!

[booknerd-r]

Just a Crush

Introducing a short, fluffy one-sided Five/Miko drabble I wrote without really thinking about it! Also on ao3!

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Her hands were soft.

Five had expected them to be rough, calloused through battle but he supposed swinging a hammer made of pixels didn't have the same effect as swinging a legitimate one.

Her nails were left blank, not a single trace of polish to be found much unlike her sister's. Not that he'd expected her to be the kind of girl that bothered with that stuff, much too entranced in gaming and besides, Five figured Miko had her hands full maintaining the color in her hair anyway. If she didn't dye that stuff at least once every two months, he called sorcery.

It was a slow day, and Five had managed to get his partner out of her boredom dance long enough for her to take refuge sitting at the small round table across from him. Sure, he'd had to keep her distracted with his Hinobi Portable but the array of classics in his game library had kept her pliant for the time being, and somewhere along the way Five had ended up with her hand trapped between both of his. Just….playing.

It was calming, in a way. Tracing her fingers with his own, not a care in the world as he absentmindedly toyed with the one hand she'd kept free because 'Look, Five! Watch me beat this level one-handed!' because of course she would.

Miko tended to fall asleep whenever someone messed with her hair. Five had figured that one out after she'd dropped dead on his lap after just two minutes of him running his fingers across her scalp. She'd passed out with just as much energy as she carried; Five hadn't even realized it'd happened until he'd felt her weight on his legs and by the time he had, his abuela had walked in on the scene with the biggest knowing expression she could've possibly had.

It had certainly been an...experience explaining why his gaming buddy was fast asleep on top of him in his room while he'd supposedly only called her over to play the latest Smash Bros. But eh, people were bound to ask questions someday.

And Five figured it wouldn't be a good idea to have the same incident repeat itself while on the clock, but Phil had warned them of the destruction a bored Miko brought with her so this was the next best thing. Intentional or not, she couldn't run off if he held her hand hostage, now could she?

"Oh nerds," the 'Game Over' noise was enough to bring Five out of his semi-trance and when he looked up, it was to find Miko dramatically slunged back in her chair, head tilted upwards like she wanted to curse the gods themselves. "This damn level! I can't get past!"

"What?" Five perked up, a bit of a teasing grin on his lips. "The great Miko? Stuck at a game? Pure blasphemy, there's gotta be some rule against that."

Miko huffed. "In my defense, I'm playing one-handed! OG Castlestein is already hard enough with both hands!"

"You brought that on yourself."

"Says the one who's been hogging my hand this entire time!"

Five sensed the blush coming more than he felt it, and when Miko yanked her hand back and wiggled her fingers to emphasize her point, he didn't react. He hadn't really expected to be called out; they were generally touchy with each other, maybe even a little too much but it worked for them. "I-"

"Always touching me," Miko tsked, her hand falling back on the portable console she'd been nursing. A few clicks more and then the short silence was interrupted by the familiar Castlestein tune. "If you're not careful, people might start to think you have a thing for me, Five."

It was meant as nothing more than a tease, an off-handed little joke while she focused on her game but the problem was that there was some truth to it and Five could already feel the color in his face darkening. Damn it, he had to turn this around.

"Whoa, whoa, just a minute there!" He said, his fingers flattening out over the table keeping them separate. "You were the one who initiated the hugs after we literally just met!"

And what an experience that had been. Five wouldn't lie, the first time Miko had jumped him in a surprise hug, just a day after they'd gotten accepted into Hinobi, he hadn't known what to think. Sure he was familiar with the concept, his family practically lived off bear hugs and the like, but Miko had essentially still been a stranger to him at the time, albeit a special one. He hadn't been expecting the sudden affection, but he'd been quick to learn that it was going to be happening a lot and he might as well just get used to it. Miko had just been built like that, after all.

"Well, yeah!" Miko looked up from the screen for just a moment, grin flashing in a show of teeth. "We're friends, Five. I was excited to see you!"

"Excited to-" Five sputtered, his face catching flame and his brain switching to default Spanish in the confusion. Miko just let him go, having grown used to his frequent swaps by then and fully unaware of the few choice yet flustered words that were coming out of her best friend's mouth. Five sincerely prayed for this girl to never decide to pick up Spanish as a third language.

"I'm gonna end up fluent in Google translate because of you," Miko told him after he'd finished, her lips quirked into a half-smile while her eyes, once again, flickered up from the screen for a brief moment.

"Please don't," Five whimpered, his head tucked into his arms on the table, face entirely hidden from view.

He'd heard plenty of stories concerning people falling for their best friends, thought it was silly, honestly. Surely a little crush shouldn't be enough to feel awkward around someone you already have such a close relationship with, right? You just had to suck it up. And if not that, then confess your feelings, it was that easy.

That had been his mindset for the longest time, and it had also been his mindset the first time he actually realized what he'd been feeling this entire time. They'd been on a mission, he'd been on the ground, knocked on his ass with a ridiculously oversized glitch gaining on him. His gauntlet had been malfunctioning, sizzling and crackling in a way that just couldn't be good no matter how you cut it, and it was safe to say that Five was in a crapload of trouble.

But then Miko had, quite literally, come crashing into him with the full force of her body and a worried call of his nickname. Her next move had been to call for Ally to get them out of there, but when Five looked up and blinked out of his daze, for a split second the light hit her face just right and Five realized that the rapid beating of his heart wasn't just because of what went down not even a minute ago.

But it'd been fine because again, it was just a silly little crush and he wasn't planning to dwell on it at all. Miko was his gaming buddy. His best friend. He wasn't going to give that up for the world.

Five wished his mindset had stayed that sober.

The mission completion sound went off, followed by an excited victory cry that had Bergy stumbling and nearly tripping over himself in the back. Five didn't even have the chance to look up before a pair of soft hands dived for his face and nearly squished his cheeks together as he was pulled close to his excited partner's face. She was smiling, her eyes damn near sparkling and if his heart wasn't beating so damn loud in his ears he'd probably be grinning with her.

"I did it, Five! Did you see?!" Miko cried, bringing their faces together even closer in her excitement and ah, there were the touches again. Honestly she probably didn't even realize she was doing it. "I told you I could do it!"

Play it cool, play it cool. What were they talking about? Oh, right, Castlestein. "You beat it one handed?! No way!"

"Yes way!" Their foreheads were touching now; game forgotten between them. Five most certainly wasn't dying inside. Definitely not. "MVP of the day? ME_K.O.! I told you!"

Five reached for his face with a laugh that was a mix of amused and nervous. His hands wrapped around hers, gently peeling them off his cheeks and putting some distance between them as he leaned back. Their hands, however, remained intertwined. "Okay, okay! I get it!" He chuckled. "You're amazing, we know. Make sure to rub it in Mitch's face later."

His heartbeat slowed down to a pace that was less cause for concern and more healthy, but then she laughed and squeezed his hands a little and crap, there it went again.

"I so will!" Miko tugged at his hands again, but instead of pulling away, she just tightened her grip, almost intertwining their fingers. "You have to come with me though! Wouldn't be the same without you, partner!"

Five froze, his brain short-circuiting for just a second. "Do-" he swallowed; looked away. God that smile was dangerous. "Do you think I'd want to miss that? Not a chance!"

'Falling for your best friend is silly,' he'd said.

'Just confess! It can't be that big of a deal,' he'd said.

Oh nerds, was this karma? It had to be karma.

Miko leaped up from her seat, practically bouncing over as she rounded the table to stand in front of him, their hands still linked. "Well, come on, Five! Let's go!" She urged, tugging in an attempt to lift him from his chair.

Five's nervous smile turned soft at her antics, at her smile, and just like that, his inner panic disappeared just as quickly as a passed highscore. Because you know, if this was what he was going to be risking just for something as silly as a small crush? He was perfectly fine just staying the way they are.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm following, I'm following, relax!" 

[reynesofcastamere]

Thrown Gauntlet[Ω]

(A/N: Sooooo....I’ve decided to start another series of fics that I will be marking with [Ω] in the titles: To disinguish them from both the main series (which I am still working on) and the [β] drabbles (which are all over the place in terms of timeline, setting, universe, etc.). Essentially a very self-indulgent AU where Savage, Maul, and Feral all get adopted by Clan Wren. This installment takes place in 20 BBY, so Ahsoka is around 16 and Maul is about 34. However. I want to state outright that the dynamic is intended to be a verrrrry slow build and that nothing romantic and/or sexual will be occurring between Maul and Ahsoka until MUCH later. If what I’ve described does not sound like your personal cup of tea, then by all means, feel free to give this fic and/or series a pass. This is getting a bit long, so to sum up: No trigger warnings, Obi-Wan is an Incurable Flirt, Rex is Flustered, and Maul is about 100% Done With Everyone’s Nonsense. Unbeta’d)  The Jedi Temple is buzzing. Not literally, of course, but Ahsoka can feel a strange vibration in the Force. Excitement, or maybe irritation? There’s definitely quite a bit more whispering amongst her fellow Jedi and the clone troopers she passes on her path to the east hangar. Master Anakin had told her to pack for a long trip, which she can only assume means they’ve been assigned another mission and he’s withholding the details so as to ‘surprise’ her appropriately. Typical Skyguy.

She spots Rex near the door, sans helmet. “Good morning, Captain.” A proper salute, quickly returned, though her tone is light. “Morning, Commander. And-er, yes, it certainly is.” He actually seems to be fidgeting a bit, and his face- “Rex, are you...blushing?” “N-no. No. Just-ah...Finished up my workout routine. Took more out of me than I expected. You know how it is; One day you’re all shiny-new and the next you feel older than General Yoda.” “Reeeeexxxx....Come on, whatever it is can’t be that bad.”

“The Clawbirds arrived about an hour ago. Captain Wren’s refusing to do much of anything until he finishes repairs on General Skywalker’s ship.” Rex caves, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Master Anakin can’t be too happy about that.” Ahsoka observes, knowing just how...particular he is about his personal projects. “Should I be worried?” “Er...maybe? It’s kind of a toss-up. Depends on whether M-” He begins, before a subtler voice cuts in. “Captain, there you are. I was hoping to speak to you.” The speaker is a male Zabrak with soft golden-yellow eyes and skin, the latter of which is liberally patterned in brown markings. Unusual enough, but he’s also clad in full Mandalorian armor, helmet tucked under one arm and carrying what looks like field medic gear along with the standard jetpack and arsenal of weapons. And he’s glowing; a defined Force signature radiating Light and positive energy like a solar lamp. How-? “Medic Sergeant Wren. They are still getting along, right?” “Oh yes. He’s in a much better mood than last time. Apologies, am I interrupting?” “Thank the Maker. And no, um. Commander Tano, this is Medic Sergeant Feral Wren.” Rex looks like he’s in danger of heatstroke with how red he’s gotten. It’s not hard to see why, especially when Feral gives a smile that could melt half the ice on Bahryn. Rather than salute her, he stretches his right hand out so that they can clasp forearms briefly, a greeting from one warrior to another. “It’s a pleasure, Medic Sergeant.” She smiles back. Ahsoka can’t help it. He’s just...She’s fighting the urge to hug him like some kind of stuffed animal toy. Which is bizarre and will most definitely not be happening anytime soon. “Tano...Oh, you must be ‘Snips’. It’s almost a shame Savage volunteered to help the younglings train, we’ve both wanted to meet you for some time now.” Wait, what? “Tranyc’vod [Sunny(star-burned) brother] Anakin hasn’t been able to call as often, but he’s very proud of your accomplishments.” Feral remarks, genuinely pleased even as her head spins with the implications. Her Master has a lot of explaining to do. “Speaking of which, I’d better not keep him waiting much longer. I look forward to talking to you again, though. See you later, Captain. Maybe you should ask the Medic Sergeant about those stamina issues you’re having?” She can’t resist ribbing Rex as she departs, watching him splutter as Feral, like any good medic, starts making inquiries about his ‘condition’ while looking him over. And placing a hand on his chestplate, apparently. Huh. Maybe her friend’s obvious crush isn’t quite as one-sided as she’d thought. Ahsoka navigates her way through the semi-organized rows of ships. Even if Anakin’s presence in the Force wasn’t abnormally strong, she doesn’t need to focus to find him. Not when he’s talking loud enough to be heard across half the hangar. “-last time, it’s fine! You’re just being paranoid, as usual.” “Every ship I have been forced to borrow from you has either crashed, suffered a critical malfunction, or was confined to the scrap heap mere hours after landing. No one is setting a foot on this poorly-constructed death trap until I am absolutely certain it won’t spontaneously combust mid-flight.” And that must be Captain Wren. He sounds...irritated, to say the least.

“My ships run perfectly, thanks. Must hurt that Mando pride, knowing a Jedi is a better pilot and mechanic than you, Captain.” She’s not quite within visual range yet, but she knows her Master is smirking. “How sad that as a Jedi, you cannot recognize your own failings, General. Perhaps you should conduct a survey of your ‘victims’ instead of this poor attempt at distraction. Mir’osik adiik be’kyorla hut’uun![Dung for brains child of (a) rotten coward!]-” “Ouch. What, did one of your horns get caught in the hydraulics?” “Hilarious. Make yourself useful by grabbing a towel, or something from Kenobi’s closet. I’m coming out.” “Ah, Captain Wren. I thought the general ambience had improved. What were you saying about my clothing?” She hadn’t been aware of Master Kenobi’s presence before this. Either he’d used a secondary entrance or had been waiting for his chance to join the exchange while the captain was busy. “Kenobi.”

“Oh come now, surely you can muster a more polite greeting than that. You’ve been away so long I’ve had to listen to recordings just to remember the sound of your lovely voice.” “Perhaps I will address you with respect when you learn to stop leering at me, besom [ill-mannered lout].” “Busted. Again.” “You’re not helping, Anakin.” Ahsoka rounds a corner and-Oh. Wow. How far down do those-? She blinks a few times, just to be sure of what she’s seeing. Yep, there is a very shirtless Zabrak with the kind of muscle definition that would make scores of artists weep standing with his back to her and wiping his face off with a towel. She desperately hopes that her jaw is not hanging open as he turns his head to survey her with one vibrant yellow tourmaline eye. She honestly doesn’t know if she wants to draw closer or back away in that moment. His presence in the Force is not a benevolent, harmless light, but rather a controlled fire that sparks and issues dark threads of smoke. This...Ahsoka doesn’t understand what is going on, and it’s starting to make her uncomfortable. “The spy finally shows herself.” He remarks, assessing and dismissing her as a non-threat within the span of a few seconds, continuing to wipe off whatever type of mess had been spattered on him. “Don’t mind him, Snips. Someone shoved a shock baton up his ass years ago and the medics never found a way to pull it out. Tragic, really.” Anakin Skywalker grins, arms loosely folded across his chest and leaning against the outside of his ship. “Ahsoka, this is Maul. We’ll be working with him and his people for the forseeable future.” It clicks suddenly where she’s heard both his name and that of his group before: Captain Maul of Clan Wren and his company are the only Mandalorian supercommandos who will actually work with the Jedi Council. At least, when they’re not busy with bodyguard or mercenary jobs. Part of that involves what is referred to -with some awe and a lot of fear- as ‘running the gauntlet’, a mandatory training course for any Padawans or Knights posted to or intending to spend a considerable amount of time in the barely-civilized regions of space. It’s been suspended since the war started in earnest, but if they’re going to be sticking around for a while...Well, the implications are pretty serious. And Ahsoka has somehow managed to ogle one of the most infamous hardasses this side of the Mid Rim. Fantastic. Really. Maul disposes of the stained towel and turns to face her properly, Ahsoka’s gaze staying determinedly on his face as they grip each other’s right forearms. He doesn’t pull back after a few seconds as Feral had, hand locking in place as he seems to peer into her soul.  “I will say this once. We are not like our evaar’la vod’e[young brothers]. We are not subservient to you, and I do not accept excuses or blatant disrespect.” A pause and a slight increase in pressure, just below the threshold of inflicting pain. “Are you ready, Ahsoka Tano?” “Yes, Captain.” She answers with a certainty that she can feel in her very bones, and is rewarded with the hint of a wry smile when he lets go. Well that’s...something. Master Kenobi clears his throat pointedly. Right. Mission briefing first. Sort out her feelings later. Still, she can’t help but look forward to whatever comes next. (A/N: *cracks knuckles* Well, that’s the first installment. A little vague on the details, but I’m hoping to elaborate on what’s been hinted at here relatively soon. The name of the supercommando company comes from the Legends novel Maul:Lockdown by Joe Schreiber. And yes, for fellow Rebels fans who are reading this thing: In this AU, Sabine and Tristan get three badass Zabrak-hybrid uncles and a fair amount of adopted cousins. (Which is entirely Savage’s doing.) I do believe that Anakin is a gifted mechanic, but also couldn’t resist the running joke of ‘Skywalker’s ships/anything he tinkers with only work for him and Artoo’. Cheers!) 

[nacrepearl]

Gaze Not Into My Eyes - CH2 (Thump, Thump)

Rating: T

Pearl is made for the lustrous Pink Diamond. She performs her duty exceptionally well, aside from the headaches that become more constant than she’d like.

If you asked around the Palace, gems would say she was just another thing for Pink to break, another pawn in this little game of hers, another toy to be tossed around and sedate her tantrums until she cracked. Pink Diamond’s new Pearl didn’t understand where such rumors originated about her Diamond, but Pearl knew her job and stuck to it like she was supposed to. Make Pink Diamond happy.

It was a few hundred years into service, she believed, where she noticed a particular pressure in her gem. Curious and a bit alarmed, she requested a mirror from the Pebbles to inspect her gem herself—she couldn’t get caught with a cracked gem, else Pink took time out of her schedule to take her to the Reef. She didn’t want to be a burden on her Diamond like that. She had to perform exceptionally at all times.

When Pearl brought the mirror to her eye level, it gave back to her an image she never truly saw before then: herself, her peach hair curling against her porcelain cheeks in a way she almost found pretty. Pearls, she knew, were made to be beautiful, and that beauty was only outmatched by the Diamonds in all their radiance themselves. Her eyes trailed to her nose, perfectly pointed and apt for her face, and her cheeks were flushed with a slight teal. Her mouth curved in the slightest neutral gaze. She was definitely fit for a Diamond.

Pearl brought the mirror up close then, taking a good amount of time to look at the stone on her forehead. Smooth, perfectly ovular, iridescent and shining with all colours of the rainbow if one looked closely. But no cracks, not even any scratches, marred its surface.

The mirror showed nothing out of the ordinary, which caused even more confusion in the Pearl. She raised her hand and gently tapped the surface of it to test if the pressure would get worse.

If there was enough pressure already, then adding more would make the feeling worse, and I would have a step forward in sourcing the issue.

When the pain alleviated at her touch, she was momentarily confused. At the moment’s notice, though, she heard her Diamond’s footsteps come down the hall, presumably finished with her meeting with White. She shrugged off the mysterious condition, determined to find a solution later, and stood to return to her Diamond’s side.

As soon as Pink opened the door, Pearl was met with her Diamond’s teary face. She looked a wreck, her teary face complimented by messy hair and a slight slouch. This would not do.

“My Diamond? If I may, was your meeting with White Diamond successful?”

Pink looked down at the sound of her Pearl’s voice, and softened. “It was a disaster! I’ve gone through so many years trying to be a perfect Diamond when I don’t even know what that’s supposed to mean. All I’m asking for is one colony, one chance at proving that I fit the role, yet Blue and Yellow and White refuse to listen to me! How am I supposed to be a Diamond when they won’t even give me the chance to do it?”

Pearl watched as Pink paced around the room in her small rant, ending it with a punctuated fwump onto a Pebble constructed chair, rubbing her head in annoyance.

“Would you like me to sing for you, my Diamond? Or perhaps dance?” Pearl asked, hands clasped together and stood up straight, hoping to bring some sort of calm back to her Diamond’s features. Pink Diamond shook her head.

“I think I just need some time to think. But thank you, Pearl.”

-

Years went by, lending way to a few minor reports of the ache happening again. They occurred in short bursts, sometimes longer, and they never followed a set pattern. Trying to pinpoint one had been futile, and Pearl was even more confused by these findings.

Surely there’d at least be a pattern? What kind of gemache is this, with no rhyme or reason to it?

It happened again while Pink was going on about something to her guards. It started as a dull feeling in the back of her gem, slowly creeping its way into the forefront while increasing in pressure. It wasn’t painful all the time, she could ignore it well enough, but when dealing with the constant feeling when she was supposed to be focusing on top of Pink’s depressed behaviour, it was harder to handle. She allowed herself no hiccups in her job. She didn’t want this to be the thing that got her in trouble—or worse, shattered—so early on.

Pearl had only heard rumors of her predecessor, now essentially a lifeless statue under the will of White Diamond. Whatever happened to her to make her such a foreboding presence was not known to Pearl, and frankly, she preferred to keep it that way. She felt bad for the gem, being scarred in such a way where she was, to Pearl’s guess, shocked into obedience for good.

She did not want to end up in a similar fate. The headaches would have to go undetected until she figured out a solution.

-

Pink noticed the next time. Pearl was handling some reports on her holo screen when it hit again, this time going straight into mild pain. She gasped, squeezing her eyes shut for just a moment, but the noise was enough to alert her Diamond.

“Pearl?”

Shards, she’d been caught. She looked up and gave a forced smile. “Yes, my Diamond?”

“Is everything okay? I heard you make a noise.”

Pearl stared for a moment. Her Diamond sounded worried about her. She’d expected more of a reprimand for bringing notice to herself like this, especially from a Diamond.

Pearl opened her mouth to reassure her that yes, she was fine, but no sooner had she opened her mouth did she stumble on her words again in an airy whimper as the pressure in her gem spiked fast.

“Pearl, should we go to the Reef? You sound like you’re in pain…” “I’m perfectly alright, my Diamond!” she said, putting on her most convincing smile as the pain became steady but constant.

Her luck didn’t last. Pink questioned her again and the pain in her gem settled right behind it causing her to grab at it with a gasp. The holoscreen she was holding dropped to the floor.

“Pearl!” Pink rushed to Pearl’s side as she clutched at her gem, her eyes closed tightly.

“I’m fine, my Diamond, I can assure you—”

“Nonsense, let’s make a trip to the Reef. You don’t deserve to be in pain like this.”

Pearl was surprised, but nodded her head. The pain grew briefly, and she whimpered, but she led her Diamond to the warp without issue, headed off to the Reef.

Once in the warp stream, the ache behind her gem settled into more of a relaxed ache instead of the pain she was feeling prior. Her Diamond occasionally looked to her, presumably searching for any sign of damage like she had before.

“Pearl, has there been any chance of you damaging your gem recently?” Pink asked, mulling over how to approach the subject once at the facility.

“No, my Diamond. My gem has been in prime condition.”

“I wonder what could be causing this then… maybe there’s a fault in your coding somewhere? Is there a way to check such a thing?”

Pearl was at a loss at this. A fault in her code? Surely if that was the case Shell would have her fixed. If it wasn’t able to be fixed, she didn’t want to know how to proceed from there. She didn’t want to be faulty, she never asked for a malfunctioning gemstone.

She decided on a simple, “No, my Diamond, I’m unable to check my own programming for faults.”

The two arrived at the Reef fairly quickly. Pearl’s gem was at a reasonably tolerable level of pain, as she stepped off the warp pad and made her way over to the console in the middle of the room with her Diamond. Pink placed her hand on the center of it, activating the facility.

“Welcome, Pink Diamond. I am Shell, your guide to the Reef.”

[sky-scribbles]

I’d call this past Steelstep except it’s more... future Steelstep. Because right now they won’t acknowledge that they’re yearning. m!Sidestep x Chen, ~1600 words. 

Two things, right now, are making Wei Chen’s life difficult: his mods, and Sidestep.

Chen’s hands are worth more than their weight in gold. They are technology of a kind most people will never see in their lifetimes. They are gentle enough to cradle a puppy without harming it, yet strong enough to splinter bone.  What they are not is dexterous enough to fix the damage to his right leg.

Sidestep’s hands, however, are.

And when Sidestep walked into the Rangers’ hangar and found Chen fumbling with too-delicate tools and too-clumsy hands, unable to raise his mental shields in time to hide his exhaustion and frustration – somehow, it led to this.

Chen should have asked him to leave. Maintaining his mods is so personal, so private. And he’s almost vulnerable right now, with his leg broken and his mind tired, and Sidestep is the last person he’s comfortable being vulnerable around. But when Sidestep scooped up a tool that had slipped through Chen’s fingers and asked, very quietly, if he could help, Chen said yes.

Maybe he was too startled to refuse. After all, he’d never heard Sidestep speak before.

He asked Ortega about it once, about why an ally would see fit to hide his voice and his thoughts from the rest of the team. She just smiled and shrugged. ‘Not everything’s a conspiracy. Jalal’s shy. It took him two months to start speaking to me, and maybe he’d do the same around you if you ever stopped glaring at him.’

So Chen tries not to glare now. Just studies the man before him carefully, evenly, while Sidestep looks back from behind battered glasses and a small frown. ‘I assume you have some experience in fixing mods.’

Sidestep dips his head, and Chen files the information away, flagging it as another reason for caution. People as young as Sidestep do not simply know how handle technology like this, not unless they’ve been trained.

And yet Chen still finds himself nodding and sitting back. Leaving his body in the hands of a man he cannot trust.

He tends to notice hands, since he lost his own. It’s not jealousy, exactly. Just that the dexterity he now lacks and that others have is so… so prominent now. Something he can’t help seeing. And he sees it now more than ever, as Sidestep crouches before him and begins reconnecting circuits with practiced ease. His fingers are thin, the brown skin marked with burns that Chen has seen before on technicians’ hands. They are also freckled.

Silently, Chen scolds himself for that thought. If he’s watching Jalal’s hands, let it be to keep an eye out for sabotage, not to notice freckles.

‘You’ve done this before. More than once.’ Jalal is working too swiftly and too skilfully to be an amateur. ‘Where did you learn?’

He half-expects there to be no response. But Jalal’s silent only for a moment, teasing a tangle of wires apart before answering. ‘Some of it, I, uh, learned myself. After I came to Los Diablos, I started offering tech repairs, and I… I had to learn fast. A lot of mods out there need a cheap technician to keep themselves running.’

‘Yes. Most of them are criminals.’

Jalal glances up. His eyes are unreadable, and not only because the light is catching on his glasses. ‘Most of them are desperate.’

‘Is this how you got the money for your suit? Your weapons? You do repairs for mercenaries who can’t afford official help?’

‘Would you think it was a bad thing if I said yes?’

There’s no challenge in the words, but Chen finds himself irked all the same. ‘I’d think it wasn’t the whole truth. I’m sure telepaths have their own ways of acquiring funds.’

There’s a second, then another, where the only sound is the faintest mechanical hum from the malfunctioning limb. Then Sidestep snaps a piece of torn cabling and flings it aside. ‘And you wonder why I don’t speak to you.’

There’s something unexpected in his voice. Hurt. And Chen reminds himself that Jalal is fixing his mods, fixing them with hands that have been not only deft but gentle. And that he broke his months-long silence for the sake of offering help. That no matter how many alarm bells his presence rings, he is a only a potential threat. Not a confirmed one.

Anyone who lives in a city like Los Diablos should know how to live alongside potential threats. The very earth you walk is one.

So Chen breathes in, slow and careful. Watches the movement of Jalal’s hands, and lets himself notice the freckles. ‘You’re right, I do. Why have you never spoken to me before?’

‘It’s not just you. I… find talking hard sometimes.’

‘You talk to Ortega.’

‘Not all the time. Some days I just…’ He bites his lip. ‘Can’t. But I think she gets it, she never pushes me to speak. And I know that when I do talk, she wants to hear it, and that helps. With you…’

He’s very determinedly looking at Chen’s leg, and not his face. ‘I sort of get the feeling that you don’t want me to talk to you.’

‘Why would you think that?’

Jalal puts down the tools he was holding, and settles himself cross-legged on the ground. Still doesn’t look at Chen. ‘You know I can feel it, right? The way your focus shifts to me whenever I walk into a room. Watching for me to do something that hurts your team, looking for hidden motives in everything I do. It’s like I’m a tripwire, and you’re waiting for me to snap.’ His fingers bunch into the hem of his coat. ‘I didn’t come here to make things hard for your team. I don’t want to be a reason for the Rangers having problems. But I don’t want to leave either, so… I guess this seemed like a decent compromise.’

Unsure of how to respond, Chen watches as Jalal shrugs and picks up his handful of devices again. It’s true; he has been watching Jalal. Focusing on him. For some reason, he feels as if he’s been caught doing something intrusive – a ridiculous thought to have when he’s standing next to a man who reads minds, but an uncomfortable thought all the same.

So it’s a relief when Jalal speaks again. ‘It’s easier for me, too.’

‘Easier how?’

‘You’re…’ Jalal glances up at last, and is he smiling? ‘You do realise you’re sort of intimidating?’

He is smiling. And just this once, maybe Chen can smile back at him.  ‘So I’m told. It’s not always intentional.’

Jalal’s gaze flicks back down, but the smile is still there, a ghost at the edges of his lips. ‘I kept trying to think of something to say. Something that wouldn’t make an awful first impression. But I couldn’t, because I’m stupid, and then it had been a month, and the longer I left it the harder it got, so I didn’t say anything, and… you know. Not talking was easier.’

He closes the open panel at the front of Chen’s leg, and inches back. ‘There. That should work now.’

Chen extends the leg, then brings it back down. It obeys. He stands, remembering with… not a pang, but with a little fond wistfulness, of a time when he had flesh-and-blood legs that would have been stiff after so long staying still. He tries a few steps, and his feet come down firm and true.

To make sure, he walks a lap of the room, then turns around to look back at Jalal. ‘So this was what you decided on. Your good first impression.’

There it is again, that hurt flash in Jalal’s eyes. Which might not be so noticeable if his eyes weren’t so very green.  

‘No. I asked if you needed help because you were having trouble. And because I like fixing things. Mods. Tech in general. Toys I find in the trash that need sewing up and patching.’ For the first time, there’s an edge of heat in his voice. ‘I’m not your enemy, Steel. I’m not here to manipulate you or pull your team apart. If I broke this team, I’d feel it and hear it and it would hurt. I don’t like pulling things apart. I’m in this suit because I want to mend things. That’s all.’

He gets to his feet and strides towards the door, tugging his sleeves over his hands so that most of the freckles are hidden. Chen wonders, with a flash of absurd panic, if Jalal overheard him noticing them.

He also wonders why it feels wrong to leave things like this.

‘Jalal.’

His hand on the doorknob, Jalal stops.

‘Thank you.’

A long pause. Jalal doesn’t smile again, and doesn’t turn around, but he nods. ‘If you need help with this again, you can ask me.’

The door closes behind him. And Wei Chen is left with two problems, though not the same ones he had fifteen minutes ago.

One: it is very hard to remember that Jalal Ahadi is a threat after watching him fix his mods with clever, careful hands. After learning that he has a nice voice and a nervous charm.

Two: Chen is suddenly aware of just how much he’s been keeping an eye on Jalal. And he isn’t convinced it’s been only about watching for danger.