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500 | Gen Post 3

500 LIKES IS INSANE. I'm actually so grateful and thankful to all of you who have seen my works and given me the chance over the past month it means a lot to me. I'm happy to share my love for various characters with all of you and I love seeing how much you all enjoy it Trust that this is just the beginning. I have lots of juicy fic ideas in store and even more things to come, so stick around and i promise you won't hate what you see! Anyways I'm off to continue working, later for now you amazing market goers of the digital vxid. By the way if you're seeing me for the first time here's my intro post.

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Baby Saja’s Secret Boyfriend - Hangouts 3 | A5

Author’s Pre-Note: So it's officially been a month of me posting fanfiction content… a full month since the headcannons that kicked off this series. I appreciate you all and the time you take out of your days to read my content. Your support means a lot to me and makes writing all the more worth it.  Now I know it’s been a while since the last proper part, if you haven’t, check out my latest Gen Post, where I elaborate further on the sudden MIA. Lastly, I’ve decided to open my requests, so feel free to drop some [silly banter] on my blog page. Now, without further delaying, let’s get into this part shall we? 

Work Notes/Warnings: Male Reader, OOC Characters, Cursing, No Beta Read

Friends? Friends.

It had maybe been a day. And here Baby was in your apartment once more. You lie on your bed with him beside you. YOu’re both scrolling through your phones mindlessly with the stuffies spread across the mattress between you both. You’d finished up a studio session with Baby maybe an hour ago, and he insisted on coming to see the sharks after instead of going back to his home. 

You of course obliged, not having the energy to deny him or to argue with him over the topic. And it's not like you minded him coming over, spending time with him was slowly becoming far better than the time you typically took to yourself. 

You both lie shoulder to shoulder in a comfortable silence not feeling a need to talk. On occasion you poke Baby just to annoy him a little. Beyond that this simple moment is rather peaceful until Baby’s shoving his phone in your face. 

“WE should do this” Baby says with growing excitement in his voice as he showed you a video about the nearby night market. 

“Alright when?” You ask moving his hand and phone away from your face. 

“Tonight? I don’t have anything to do tomorrow. What about you?” Baby suggests and you lazily sigh, checking your phone calendar. 

“Nope. Tonight’s good, but what are we going to wear, plus I’d have to drive you home for you to get clothes.” You mumble thinking about how much effort was required and in response Baby smacks your chest lightly. 

“Or you can lend me something to wear.” Baby mutters and you look over your shoulder at him.

“Come on, friends do it all the time. I’m literally wearing a pair of Mystery’s socks right now.” Baby mumbles pointing at the dog paw adorned socks on his feet. 

You think for a couple moments about what Baby suggested. On the one hand you’d loaned him hoodies or hats before so this wasn’t necessarily out of left field. However at the same time, do you really want to give him unrestricted access to your closet? 

“I swear and promise that I’ll be nice to you the whole night.” 

“Okay now that’s a lie.” 

“I swear on our children.” 

“...” 

“Fine.” You sigh in resignation to his pleading. Baby cheers and springs off your bed buzzing with joy as he makes a break for your closet. Baby opens the closet doors and his eyes shimmer with awe and mischief. YOu just sit up on your bed and sigh. 

“Woah. Go shower first, smelly.” 

“I do NOT smell.” Baby yells in offence and you snicker at his reaction. 

“I said I wouldn’t bully you, not that you could bully me.” 

“I’m just keeping you humble.” 

“Yeah yeah whatever.” Baby mocks as he turns to you for a moment before rolling his eyes and making his way out of your room. 

“The towels are under the sink“ You call after him. 

About half an hour goes by and you lie on your bed patiently waiting for Baby to finish so that you can go clean yourself up. You hum along to the music playing from your speaker and think about what you’re going to wear your eyes drifting from your phone’s screen to the ceiling of your room. 

“Your soap is nice” Baby mutters as he walks in your bedroom’s doorway. The towel clinging to his waist, and you had to admit, Baby had a nice body on him. 

“Yeah I know.” You mutter getting off your bed with a slow groan.

“So I can pick out whatever I want right?” He asks as you move past him. 

“Yeah. Just don’t get too imaginative with how you can wear my clothes, and remember it should be stuff that isn’t overly eye-catching. We gotta blend in.” You remind him as you step out your room and turn to look at him.

“Yeah yeah I know. Now go shower. You smell.” Baby says with a cheeky smile as he closes your bedroom door in your face.  

“That sounds like bullying” YOu shout through the panel of wood and he groans on the other side. 

“Shut up and go shower already.” Baby shouts back, a fond smile barely gracing your face before you go to do as he ‘ordered.’

You stand in the doorway to your bedroom, hair damp after a nice shower. You were coming in here to get ready but right  now you’re taking a moment to judge what Baby chose to wear. 

“You look good.” You speak up, catching his attention. Baby somehow found all your oversized clothes and was now wearing them. In many ways they fit perfectly on him. 

“Oh. You’re finished, I’ll go wait in the living room then” Baby says as he grabs his phone and makes his way out the door, shuffling past you.

A little while later you join Baby in the living room wearing something similar to his, but that’s simply due to you having lots of clothes that can be mixed and matched. You also came out with two plain baseball caps and masks, tossing one pair to Baby. 

“To cover up” You say and wait for him to put them on. 

Baby puts on the hat and mask and turns to you. 

“Good?” 

“Yeah. The hair is style a neon light fest but what can I do” 

“Ugh. I get it, you don’t like my hair.” 

“I never said that. I just said it's hard to cover up.” You mention as you grab a few strands between your fingers and fiddle with them momentarily. 

You both stand there for a little before Baby clears his throat. 

“So you ready to go?” You snap out of the relaxing and repetitive motion of playing with his hair and flick his forehead. 

“Wow, so impatient and bossy.” You joke before grabbing your car keys. 

Getting to the night market was much faster than initially anticipated. Soon enough both you and Baby walked through the streets of the night market. The space buzzed with life, as people, stalls, shops and music intertwined creating a beautiful image of life. Whilst this wasn’t meant to be a work thing, you couldn’t help but be a little inspired looking around at everything happening around you. To think if you’d never met Baby you probably wouldn’t be here right now. You’d most likely be in your studio focussed on your work and next project rather than just taking time to enjoy life between the busy scheduling. 

“Something smells good” Baby says under his breath looking around and you look at him then begin searching for the source once the scent catches your nose as well. Baby soon stops pointing towards a toast store. 

“What’s that?” aby mumbles pointing at an EGGCATCH store and you chuckle a little. 

“What do you mean?” 

“That place, I’ve seen them around but I’ve never tried it.” 

“It’s street toast.” You tell him and Baby’s brows knead together.

“Really? Can we try it?” He asks looking back, you meet his eyes and smile. 

“Yeah of course.” 

You and Baby make your way to the line of the street toast store and you begin filling Baby in on all the different things that the place has on offer. 

“They got any like super spicy sauces?” 

“I think so… I’m not sure” 

You both resumed your stroll through the night market, street toasts in hand. You did your best to ignore the concerned stares of passers by who caught sight of Baby’s dripping wet sandwich. They did have hot sauce, they had three different levels… and of course Baby overfilled his sandwich with the two hottest ones. 

“You have a problem” YOu mutter under your breath glancing at Baby out of the corner of your eye. 

Baby snickers a little at your words. “I’m not that bad.” 

“Yes you are. You’ve literally chugged a bottle of hot sauce on national television.” 

“It wasn’t even that hot” Baby whispers in response and you just sigh at his defense. 

You both stroll around aimlessly stopping at various stalls to browse what’s on offer. As you near a more crowded part of the night market Baby grabs your hand and begins working his way through the crowd, pulling you along behind him. 

Once through the crowd Baby lets go of your hand and you both continue your stroll under the cover of night and city lights. 

“Oh that’s so pretty” You mutter pointing towards a tree with a few benches around it, various string lights dangling in the branches and connecting to nearby businesses. 

“Want a picture” 

“Nah. It’s just something nice. Not especially picture worthy.” You mention and Baby nods in understanding as his eyes dance around the street. 

“You wanna find an arcade?” He suggests. 

“Yeah? You wanna game?” You tease.

“I mean we came out here to do fun things, not things we can do in my apartment” You remind him but Baby waves his hand dismissively at you. 

“Oh. There’s one.” Baby hums and begins walking off. You laugh a little before jogging after him. 

Baby glares in annoyance as you clear his freshly set highscore on the arcade’s FPS game. Baby stands by your side, arms crossed watching your score begin to sky rocket beyond his, so much so he’s unsure he’ll be able to beat you once you finally run out of time. 

“Stop cheating” Baby mutters with a mischievous smile as he pushes on you lightly trying to make you mess up. You shake his hands off your body and continue trying to gain an impossibly high score. 

“Take your loss with grace.” You argue back over your shoulder and hear Baby scoff as he keeps up his attempts to throw you off. 

‘Y-O-U L-O-O-S-E’ The text rolls onto screen after Baby grabbed your arms whilst you were rushing an in-game enemy. 

“Fuck!” You swear as your hands drop to your sides and Baby throws his arms up in victory. 

“You’re such a fucking shithead” You continue with a glare at him and he just smiles in turn. 

“I know you are but what am I?” 

“...” 

“That wasn’t as funny as it was in my head…” 

You take the controls one last time to enter your name in, or as much as you can enter into the box. The relinquishing controls back to Baby. 

Baby takes 3 more attempts back to back to back and still isn’t able to beat your highscore. Baby’s closest attempt was still about 250 points short of your score. Baby seethes in rage as he watches the game over screen one final time. 

“This shit is rigged” 

“Or you need to get good” 

“Fuck you” 

“You wish. You wanna play another game?” 

“Sure why not.” 

You struggle to catch your breath as Baby skillfully follows the steps of the game you’d found in the corner of the arcade. 

“Wait” 

“What can’t handle it?”

“I can. Just fuck you’re going so fast.” 

“It’s not that hard to do this” 

“Easy for you to say” 

“I think this might be my end”

You struggle to keep up as Baby completes all the steps to another dance with near perfection. As the song comes to an end you groan and pant looking at your score in comparison to his. 

“This isn’t right. How do you do that.” 

“I just followed the steps.” Baby says with a smirk on his face. He even does a little spin in victory and your face scrunches. 

“Rematch.” You mutter as you stretch a little glaring at Baby. 

“You sure? You  look like you might drop.” Baby teases and you groan.

“Shut up and put in your token.” You curse, Baby snickers. 

You crouch down and lean against the railings of the arcade game after losing to Baby a fourth time in a row. Baby comes round to your side and joins you on the floor with a warm smile. 

“You doing okay? You get it out your system?”  Baby hums and you groan and punch his shoulder lightly. 

“You’re inhuman.” You mutter under your exasperated breaths then let out a deep breath. 

“I need a minute, can you get me a drink?” You mutter. When you get no response you glance over at Baby and notice he’s staring off a little distantly. 

“Baby?” 

“What?” Baby mutters looking at you.

“Oh yeah.. Uhm you can go have a seat over there I’ll be back with a drink for you” Baby says as he gets up and walks out the arcade back into the night market. 

A little while after Baby went out to get a drink he comes back to the arcade and you’re standing by the door waiting for him. 

“I thought I told you to wait for me inside.” 

“It felt weird just sitting around inside by myself” You mutter and he nods in understanding. He holds out a Boba to you and you sigh. 

“I was expecting a soda” You say as you take the straw and drive it through the seal.

“Well I thought boba would make you happier.” Baby softly answers with a light smile.

“Alright… You wanna go do something else?” You ask Baby. 

“Uhm yeah, I think we could walk ‘round for another hour or two” Baby responds holding out his hand for you to take hold of. 

Both you and Baby continue a peaceful stroll through the bustling night market. You stop at a merch stall and Baby begins looking at all the merch they had on offer from you. Meanwhile you look through the Saja Merch for anything distinctly Baby. You pick up a couple of photocards and start sifting through them trying to find at least one of Baby.

“What you looking for?” Baby asks as he looks over at you, noticing the photocards in your hands. 

“Why’re you going to pay for those, they’re barely worth it.” Baby mutters under his breath. “Not to mention not as good looking.” Baby continues.

“The one I want looks to be sold out, and there’s also no merch here from him either.” You say with a sigh setting down the photocards. 

“Oh yes Baby Saja merch is very limited and what I do get sells out fast.” The vendor chimes in. “But I’m sure there’s another idol here that you like,” the vendor continued with a warm smile. 

“He’s not looking for any others though.” Baby snaps at the vendor. 

“Baby.” You scold in surprise then pause realising you’d called him Baby without thinking about it. 

“Oh you two are boyfriends, well we have couple merch too.” The vendor then goes over to the side of their stall with your merch on it and brings over a matching bracelet set, themed off your debut album. 

“Wait we’re not” You try to explain but the vendor cuts you off. 

“No no don’t worry I’m not judging but look how good this looks. Buy this for your boyfriend, yeah?” The vendor hums looking between the two of you. 

You sigh as you realise that explaining yourselves isn’t likely to work. Baby just stares at the vendor for a brief moment before sighing and pulling out his wallet. 

“We’re friends, but we still want them if that’s alright.” Baby explains to the vendor. 

“Oh. Okay then…” The vendor mumbles. “Yes its alright” They speak up then pack away the bracelets for the two of you. 

Walking away from the stall you laugh a little to yourself. The vendor wasn’t wrong for being confused, two guys wearing near identical clothes, and you literally called him ‘baby’ to their face. Of course they’d be confused. 

“That was a close one.” You sigh and then take the bag with the bracelets from Baby. YOu inspect them closely. 

“These are half as good as the ones I gave out to the VIP’s at my first concert.” You mutter tossing one of the bracelets up and catching it once more in your palm. 

“You gave out these before?” 

“I mean yeah, the majority of my discography is love songs, of course I made couples merch.” You retort and he scoffs. 

“We make love songs you don’t see us selling couple merch.” 

“Your love songs are more toxic though. Like become a worse version of yourself and I’ll love you more.” You argue and he gasps. 

“No we don't, we make healthy songs about love.” 

“Look if it were left up to fans, they’d all say I’d be a healthier boyfriend than you.” 

“What makes you so confident?” 

“Thank you for the pain ‘cause it got me goin viral” 

“Stop, that was a different time and different era of my life. I’m a changed man. I’m a father now.” Baby tries to argue but you’re not having it. 

“Oh please. You’re not reformed, just packed differently. Same taste, new package with your blueberry headed ass.” You interject and he scoffs.

You and Baby enjoy the rest of your evening together at the night market. You buy a few more small trinkets and enjoy a couple more dishes from street stalls and little stores. Overall, the night you two spent together had to be the best of all the hangouts you’ve had so far. 

Author’s Post-Note: Okay more of a filler chapter today, sorry about that, just needed to get back into the groove of writing, also I needed a transition as the story begins picking up and what I have in mind for the next chapter wouldn’t have been the best to do that with so here we are, hope you all still enjoyed this chapter just as much as the others. Anyways that's all from me for now, see you all in the next part. OH one last thing, if you guys have any other fandoms you’d like to see me write for please let me know!!!

Tag: @ravenspireshoardoftrinkets

Series Parts: A0, A1, A2, A3, A4, A5 [here], A6, A7 Intro Post / Masterlist

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CURSES!!! | Gen Post 2

I thought I was safe writing on Tumblr and not A03... I guess the marriage screwed me over... oh well. Skin infections are a hell of a thing, kids 0/10 wouldn't recommend (would consider for your enemies.) ANyways now that the sudden infection is under control I'm going to be resuming my writing, I know I kinda went MIA on y'all don't worry I'm still here. Also I've been noticing a lot of new follows so hi welcome to the Vxid Market. I'll be your vendor, Zed. I'll make a proper like thank you post again in maybe a day or two, but doesn't mean I won't say thank you once more for the support and patience. Baby will return to you all soon, and I'm considering a oneshot and an 'x oc' fic too so look out for those as well. That's all for now, bye bye people of the vxid.

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Baby Saja’s Secret Boyfriend - Hangouts 2 | A4

Author’s Pre-Note: Hey hello everyone how y’all doing… Ik its been a little minute since the last part in this series so Imma make this one extra juicy for y’all, maybe… idk what I’m gonna write about yet but it’ll be good I swear <3 By the way if you haven’t yet seen, my 100+ notes special I mentioned is out now so check out Worthy - Opponents (It is a Genshin fic so sorry if that’s not your tea) anyways let’s get into this part, yeah?

Work Notes/Warnings: Male Reader, OOC Characters, Cursing, No Beta Read

Series Parts: A0, A1, A2, A3, A4 [here], A5 , A6, A7

You don’t often feel the need to celebrate something like the start of a rollout. But you guess you can make an exception this one time.

The past couple weeks of getting to know Baby had changed your life in ways you’d never anticipated occurring in your life. I mean who expects to get to know a member of THE KPOP Group after Huntrix right now? Not only that, he’s someone who respects your craft and reached out to you for advice on production, plus he’s teaching you rap skills. There are thousands of people who’d kill for just one of these things that have happened to you. And to top it all off, you’d become somewhat close to him, you guys weren’t updating each other on like every aspect of your personal lives yet, but spending time together outside of work on occasion was slowly becoming more natural. 

“Oh! Yeah. Uh... By the way I’m releasing the first single off my EP next week." You mention in passing to Baby as he steps out of the booth in your recording space. 

Baby pauses in the booth’s doorway with a grin steadily forming on his face. He laughs a little with excitement.

“Finally! Your annoying ass didn’t even give me audio files to add to my playlists, at least now I’ll have something.” Baby says with restrained eagerness in his tone. He strolls over to the chair you’d just bought him, a necessity with how often he was there, and only having one chair for your desk was an inconvenience. Baby’s chair rolls over the rest of the way and bumps into yours gently with dying momentum. 

“Dude. Naming that song and then the others was a literal pain to figure out, and I can’t exactly release a song without a name, that’s not a smart idea generally.” You say to him with a small sigh of lingering frustration from the mental war to come up with a good title. 

“I don’t get why tho, I gave you so many good suggestions...” Baby offers with a sly smile and you groan, reliving the memory of his list of song titles after you let him listen to the earliest version of the complete project. 

“None of those names fit the tracks or project as a whole.” You groan at him but can’t help the smile that graces your face as you recall the moment he presented the list to you. A thoughtful gesture but...

“Not even Azalea Skin?” 

“No. Especially not even that one.” You couldn’t use that title for what was in your opinion the saddest song on the entire EP, especially as it didn’t properly relate to the lyrics or content in your head. 

“Maybe you’re just a hater.” Baby faces you with a bored expression, resting his elbow on the desk to prop his chin on the edge of his palm. 

“I am.” You begin with a grin and soft chuckle as you look over at Baby briefly, catching notice of how he’s watching you.

“Someone’s gotta keep your aquafresh headed ass in check.” You finish and notice Baby shift a little, eyebrows furrowing as he processes your words. 

“...” Baby’s face contorts between different emotions before landing on shock. He scoffs and rolls his eyes. 

“I should’ve never helped you.” Baby mutters but you see the corner of his lips curve into a smile, so faint yet so visible to your eyes. 

You shrug at his faux regret. “Too late to regret it.” Y/n hums glancing over at Baby. Baby shifts his arm away from supporting his chin and instead leans back in his chair, his smile growing slightly more so you smile in turn. After a little while watching one another, you'd had enough of watching Baby, returning to your work and finally beginning to do some mixing on the production to mesh with the vocals Baby just recorded.

You both sit together not saying much, beyond Baby providing input and suggestions as you mix his vocals with the beat and the rest of the song’s production. You eventually finish up the work you’d intended to do with that song, and think about the EP for a moment before turning to Baby. 

“I know you said you don’t care about me giving you credits on anything having to do with the project. But I’d feel bad about not putting you there.” You begin and Baby’s already sighing before looking at you.

“Why’re you fretting so much over something that’s not a big deal?” Baby asks, hitting your arm gently with his phone, then smiling a little. Baby shakes his head, done with your slight apprehensiveness to not including credits to him. 

“Besides. Weren’t you the one worried your streams would come from my fans, and not people who like your music, can’t exactly slap Baby Saja onto the credits discreetly can you?” Baby highlights and you groan. 

“I know. But I was thinking, What if we gave you a pen name, I’m sure you had ideas for a pen name besides Baby Saja. I’ll use one of those instead, so that way you’re credited.” You suggested. Baby went quiet and looked down at his phone and resumed watching videos. 

“Right…” Baby says laughing a little differently than you were accustomed to.

“Your real name is off the table, so come on just give me one to use” You insist and Baby continues softly laughing to himself as though he were in slight discomfort. 

“You good?” You finally question and his eyes widen as though he’d been caught off guard.

“I’m fine. Yeah, just uhm. Can’t think of an appropriate name to use.” Baby’s face swiftly contorts into one of mischief, characterised by a smug smirk. Part of you wants to question what he means by that, but you don't believe the relationship is close enough where you’d wanna push to know. 

“Just… I don’t know. Make up one for me. Yeah do that”

“You want me to make an alias for you?” You pause to think about it, considering all the possibilities and small ways to mess with Baby.

“Alright, but it’s a secret until the song releases.” You offer him. Baby hesitantly nods, clearly cautious of what you may be up to. 

“Whatever, weirdo.” Baby dismisses and refocuses on the video’s he scrolls through with sheer boredom. 

You both remain in the recording space for another hour or two as you finish up a couple of touches for some of the beats you both worked on together. Baby seemed a little more tired today after all of the recording you both did throughout the evening. Soon enough Baby’s falling asleep on himself in his chair, and you realise it's best to call it a night and take him home. You close out of your projects once they’re saved and nudge Baby a little, noticing the peace on his face whilst waiting on him to wake up.

Once Baby’s up you waste no time getting to your car. Once situated, Baby leans his head against the car door, though he tries his best to stay awake for the rest of the car ride.  

“What day next week?” Baby pipes up in a sluggish voice as you wait at a red light. You look over at him.

“What?” You ask in slight confusion at his mumbled words. He pulls his head off the window and meets your gaze slowly.

“The single, when does it release?” He mumbles once more through a yawn.

“Oh.” You laugh a little, refocusing on the road ahead and double checking the state of the light overhead. 

“It releases uhhh… I think it’s gonna be Thursday at midnight?” You respond, trying your best to recall the exact detail, seeing as when it came up in the meeting with your team that morning, your mind was elsewhere. Baby opens up his phone and checks his shared calendar with the other Saja Boys briefly for anything he forgot. 

“Luckily… I’m free all day Wednesday and Thursday. Can I come by your place for the live release?” Baby suggests smiling a little even though he was tired. “Plus~ I get to see our precious sharkies.” Baby continues.

“Oh. Here I thought you wanted to hang out with me” You tease back, and he rolls his eyes with a lazy smile across his face. 

“You’re ridiculous.” Baby says with a soft laugh as he leans the back of his head against the door and continues looking at you as the light shifts and you continue driving. 

By the time you arrive at the Saja Tower, you both have a vague plan of what you’re going to do together at your place, the following Wednesday night into Thursday. Part of you was already dreading Baby coming to your apartment, and you hadn’t even gotten him home yet. Even though you weren’t ecstatic about the idea, you supposed that celebrating with Baby would be easier, given how similar you both are, and the work you and he, to a lesser extent, put into the EP. Once Baby is out of the car and walking up the Saja Tower Circular drive, giving you a tired wave, your mind is already racing, thinking about Wednesday night. 

To your surprise, or dismay you weren’t really sure, Wednesday night arrived much faster than you anticipated. You’d done some light cleaning of your apartment, though the space never grew too dirty as you were hardly there to use it. Between touring or working in your studio you'd rarely set foot into the space. Though you had been here more recently as of late, thanks to driving Baby home most nights, it made more sense to go to your home instead of back to the studio and its couch. Any other prep besides that was buying groceries and putting them away in the fridge so that you and Baby could cook them once he got there. But in the anxiety and anticipation of his arrival, you began some of the more tedious prep work to pass the time and ease your mind. It wasn’t even that serious, what’s so different about this place than your studio or the cafe? 

You looked around the hardly familiar space as you finished up some of the prep work so that the rest could be done with Baby. Sometimes you'd wonder why you even owned this place. Nine figures and you barely live here. You had some decorations around, but those were barely substantial, the place lacked your character. Being anxious over Baby's arrival didn't help, only serving to make you more hyper aware of the space and how unlived in it felt. It’s clear you spend too much time working, as right now your studio felt more like home than this place.  

Growing more worried over the apartment's perception you go around and find all the things you’d bought with the intent to put in your apartment, always thinking, ‘that’d look good in my apartment,’ or ‘That would be perfect for my [insert room/space here.]’ But you never followed through. Once you have all of them in the living room you realise that you may be obsessed with purchasing stuff but never using it. Case and point, this apartment and all the things in it, beyond your bed on occasion. So much money wasted, you mentally sobbed. You immediately got to work on making this place feel like you lived in it.

Was doing all of this right before Baby’s planned arrival time a good idea? No. Would it keep you calm as you silently freaked out for unknown reasons? Maybe? Either way, you start up some music from your phone and get to work. Discarding the hoodie you wore, in favour of a plain t-shirt, focusing on home decoration. 

Unluckily, it didn’t take long after you began for Baby to arrive. You maybe got halfway through the pile of random decor when a knock came from the front door. 

“Gimme a minute!” Y/n calls towards their entryway, currently occupied, trying to properly secure a piece of art one of their friends gifted them onto the hallway wall. 

Much to your annoyance the knocking grew louder and insistent. Instead of getting overly annoyed, you finished what you were doing and then headed for the front door. 

“I’m coming!" You remind loudly walking into the entryway. "You impatient asshat.” You mutter under your breath as you reach for the door handle and open it. Baby's on the other side holding a few shopping bags, dressed like his usual self, in that token sweater. 

“You know. You should work on how you answer your door.” Baby says as soon as the door opens, a shit eating grin on his face. You stare at him, blinking silently... he silently stares back with that smug grin on his face.

“...” 

You slam the door shut.

"..."

Then reopen it with a smile plastered onto your face.

“Hey, who is it?” You pause for additional dramatic effect. You let out a faux gasp of surprise. “Baby? What’re you doing here. This is so unexpected, come inside” You continue with your faux overly joyed reaction and Baby’s face scrunches at your tone. 

“You see yourself as a comedian don’t you.” 

“Yep. If this music thing failed I was going into standup.” 

“Are you being serious?” 

“I don’t know, am I?” You ask Baby with a cheeky look on your face and he just huffs in annoyance. 

“Where are my kids? You’re being annoying.” Baby says whilst rolling his eyes.

“My room, just get in here already.” You say and stand aside and let him into your apartment. Once the door is closed he hands you the bags he brought, a brief glance in them and you realise its the deserts he said he was bringing. 

“Uh, living room is this way” You say as you walk towards the main living space of your apartment, Baby following. 

“You know this place is nicer than I expected” Baby says but pauses once he sees all the boxes, and items sitting around the living room.

“Did you forget I was coming over?” Baby asks as he steps closer to one of the boxes and looks inside. 

“No. I just didn’t realise how empty my place looked, so I was going to finally put all that stuff up.” You add from the kitchen where you’re packing the stuff he brought into the fridge. 

“Need some help?” Baby asks with a soft smile over to you. You hadn't expected him to offer help, but you felt kind of relieved when he asked you.

You and Baby find yourselves in your room. Baby sits on your bed, staring at the tower you’d made out of the shark plushies as you dig through your wardrobe for a shirt he could use. So that his sweater doesn't get dirty while ya'll work. 

“So what did you name em?” Baby asks as he bats the side of the plushie tower, causing most of them to fall into his lap. He then slips the snake stuffies out from inside his sweater and sets all of the stuffies into his lap and admires them. 

You were too caught up trying to decide which of your shirts would be suitable to be used in this way. Also, the one most likely to fit onto Baby. “Uhm, which one do you wanna start with?” You mutter over your shoulder before resuming the search, beginning to question why you owned so many hoodies and so few shirts. 

“Lemon Sharkie.”  “Sir Citrus” 

“What? Okay.” Baby says with a soft laugh. “Tiger”  “Mistrum Stripe”  “Really? What sort of name is that?" "A good one" 

“Uhhh… Great White?”  “Miss Chai.”  “Oh. Interesting, definitely a name.”

“Basking?”  “Tanner” 

“And finally, the biggest of them all, Whale?” “Tiny.”  “You wouldn’t have made it as a standup comedian.” 

You look away from the wardrobe, having finally found a suitable shirt. You throw the shirt at Baby and he catches it laughing a little. 

“Are you saying I chose bad names for our children?” You ask him and he shakes his head.

“No, you’re fine. I just guess I expected some sorta poetic naming for them,” Baby replies, then he pauses as he pulls off his sweater. You look at him, noticing his figure. That's not what you anticipated to be under all those baggy clothes and soft colours. Trying not to stare you look over at the snake plushies in his lap, ignoring the skin of Baby’s torso that is visible just behind them.

“What’d you name them?” You question pointing at the snakes. Baby finally slips on the shirt and looks at them then back at you.  

“Well their names are Lil Zebra and Big Hyena.” Baby says pointing at the brown one with spots and then at the striped one. 

“And my names aren’t inspired?” 

“Shut up.” Baby utters between laughing a little as he straightens out the shirt over his torso and looks at it. 

“This isn’t a bad colour” Baby mumbles. 

“Aww thank you. I know I have good taste.” You announce with a smile as your arms fold over your chest. 

“... I really hope our children don’t turn out with your ego.” Baby says with a sigh as he moves the stuffies off his lap and back to the bed, leaving the snakes with the sharks for now. 

“I’d be a great parental figure” You object, but Baby isn’t having it as he stands, he looks you up and down and laughs a little.

“Come on. Let’s put some life into your place” Baby replies, walking past you, patting your shoulder gently as he moves. You snicker in response, you'd always enjoy times like this with Baby.  

You and Baby spend a couple of hours working together to decorate your practically barren apartment. Taking small breaks to shit talk, or do some of the prep work involved with the meal you both had planned for the night.

"You're not seriously going to put that there... Right?"

"Whose apartment is this?"

"Clearly it shouldn't be yours if that's what you're going to do with it." Baby criticises, looking you up and down. You roll your eyes with a scoff at his comments. Having him around made this process 10x more fun and enjoyable. Watching him putting up paintings. It honestly revealed how much he knew about you, even if it's only been a couple of weeks of knowing each other.

By the time you're done, both you and Baby find yourselves exhausted. Neither of you even has the energy to cook, that is, until your stomach growls. Baby keeps on the shirt you'd lent him, as it wouldn't be smart to dirty his sweater during cooking either, for similar reasons, you keep your hoodie off. Luckily, throughout the night and late evening, most of the prep work was completed in spurts of free time or anxiety, so not much was left to be done.

You stand in the kitchen, going through all the veg that needs to be cut. You'd gotten a wide selection of peppers. As you set the bags on the counter, Baby comes over to see what you're up to; he watches from just behind you.

"Which of these do you like the most?" You ask him, barely looking at him from the corner of your eye. Baby grabs the bag in the middle with the most moderately hot peppers in it, and you can only assume this was him being merciful to your taste buds, no matter how much you liked spicy foods, you'd never try to outdo him.

Cooking with Baby was just as fun as decorating your apartment with him. Something about you both working together in a space felt natural at this rate, from music, to decoration, to now cooking, even hangouts with Baby felt like the most natural thing in the world to you.

You watch from across the kitchen, sliding diced peppers from the cutting board into a bowl. Baby was currently seasoning everything that needed to be seasoned with practised skill. You come on over once all the peppers are in the bowl.

"Someone's a natural."

"Well, my family has to be fed, can't trust you to do that." Baby retorts with a sly grin, and you scoff.

"I'd be a great family man, you're the dubious one." You argue, but he only hums along to the music playing in the living room, choosing to ignore you.

Baby's all smug until the stove top is on, and it's time to get oil in pans, and into the heat. You'd taken a seat at your breakfast counter to take a break, leaving everything in what you thought were Baby's capable hands, but he hesitated with every movement he made.

"Stop laughing, or I'll fry you instead." He threatens, but you don't heed his words. Instead, after watching a few failed attempts to put some of the food into a pan to fry, you come on over.

"Uhh. Step aside. Let the real chef handle this. You announce with great confidence in your skills, and Baby rolls his eyes, but doesn't fight against your takeover.

"Just so you know, I would've had that handled if it weren't for this stove being weird." Baby defends himself, and you chuckle a little.

"Uhh... No you looked like a fish out of water, I can tell the other Saja Boys don't let you cook"

"I try okay. But no..." Baby draws out into a groan before continuing. "They say 'yOU'rE tHe mAKnAe let us take care of you' Like I'm their helpless baby brother or something." Baby complains, mocking who you can only assume to be Jinu, based on what you've heard about him through others, and Baby.

Once the cooking is done, you step away from the kitchen and back to your room, where Baby had headed after getting bored of watching you finish the meal. You find Baby sprawled out on your bed, the children dispersed amongst the sheets and his chest, while he lazily scrolls through his social media mentions and other stuff.

"I'm done cooking." You hummed while standing in the doorway.

"I'll be out in a minute." Baby mutters from your bed, not looking away from his phone's screen.

You move to leave, but then pause. Feeling a little no good. You reasoned that a break was in order after cooking for so long by yourself, without another person to even talk to.

Whilst Baby is distracted, you stalk over to your bed, trying not to call attention to yourself. Then, without warning, you throw yourself onto the plush mattress. You land on Baby's lower body and he lunts out a grunt at the sudden weight upon him.

"The fuck's wrong with you?" Baby asks, caught off guard, and you give him a joyous smile in return.

"You wanted to be a complete family, right?"

"This is not what I meant."

"Too late."

Baby groans in mild frustration, but you know his cries of annoyance hold no tears. You then retrieve your own phone from your pocket and join Baby on his social media scroll session. Somehow, half an hour goes by before you know it, and neither of you has moved away from this position on the bed.

"We should probably eat. The food is definitely cold now," Baby mutters with a stretch, though his torso is unable to move much with you lying across it.

Relocating to your living room, both you and Baby situate yourself on the love seat, as Baby scowers through your streaming service for a reality show, Zoey had gotten him and Mystery hooked on.

"Ew. You watched that new musical."

"Yeah? It was good, what's the matter?"

"The title's just kinda dumb in my opinion."

"Well, I don't know if Baby Saja, the maknae of Saja Boys, can call something a dumb title."

"If I watch a season of your reality show, you're watching that movie with me." You say, looking over at Baby, and he looks back at you. His brows furrow as he weighs the pros and cons, and finally he nods his head.

"FINE. But if I don't like it... you're taking me back to the aquarium, all on your dime."

"That's not comparable."

"Too bad. So what'll it be?"

"Ugh. Fine., you drive a hard bargin."

Baby finally finds the reality show and starts episode 1. You barely got the premise, but Baby explained the whole point of it, the sell for viewers and the contestants. In your opinion, a reality show would never find you true love, but whatever. About halfway through the season, you started to lose the plot, failing to understand anything that was happening. At least the food was good enough to distract you from the plot. Sure, you could check your phone that was lighting up on occasion, but you'd check it in a minute.

“That girl has zero self-respect.” 

“Well she thinks he likes her, so what’s she going to do?” 

“Yeah but there’s being oblivious to how others fell and then gaslighting yourself” 

“She’s not gaslighting herself.” 

“You genuinely think she doesn’t see how he treats her and how that’s like not okay?” 

“Well people do dumbshit when they’re in love.” 

“Still think she would’ve been happier with the other guy.” 

“Oh no. Yeah definitely.” 

You and Baby spend another hour or two watching the rest of the season. To his word, you and Baby watch that new musical he'd not been interested in seeing. For someone so against it, you watched how he subtly added songs to his playlists as they were performed.  

"Someone likes the music."

"Shut up. I'm just going to use it for notes on production, the beats are really well made, almost as good as ours."

You don't know why, but you swear pride flutters in your chest as he says that. The way he held your sound so high, honestly, felt surreal at times. You and Baby continue watching random things on your streaming service, between shitty romcoms...

"They have clearly never kissed anyone before."

"Oh, like you're so good at it."

To horrors....

"They're def going to die in there."

"They had it coming to them, messing with demons and shit."

To honestly, whatever else you can find...

"Is this a nightmare. What are we watching?"

"The acting, story and visuals are all so shit. I- Why did you pick this?"

"It looked good."

"The rating was 20% liked."

"People are wrong sometimes."

You laugh a little and reach for your phone, realising you'd forgotten to check it so long ago. You unlock it and check what the notifications were about, and realise the time and the number of mentions you had online were linked.

“Oh. It's 4 am. The song’s out already.” You passively mention as you check your socials to see the live reaction of fans, as you hadn’t made it public, the song was released tonight… this morning? This morning...

“Wait what?” Baby asks with more energy as he checks his phone, ignoring the texts of the other Sajas wondering when he’s coming back to the tower. 

Baby races to find the song on his music service and before he plays it, seeing as he has a good idea of what it’ll sound like he checks the credits instead. 

“Léo?” Baby says in surprise and confusion.

“Surprise, that's your alias.” You say whilst grinning at Baby.

“You’re such a piece of shit.” He huffs with a smile on his face. “I told you to make one up, not pick something boring.” Baby says, sounding a little dejected at the name selection you’ve made. He then finally listens to the song. 

“That's a dumb title you’ve chosen.” Baby complains as he hits play, eyes going wide when he realises which song off of the EP it is. 

“You’re not fucking serious.” He half yells while pausing it. He grabs a pillow and tosses it at you.

“You should’ve used the one with the honey hook.” Baby complains. 

“I wanted that one first.” Baby continues with a soft smile as he thinks about the song he'd heard so long ago.

“It’s next don’t worry, you literal baby.” You tease him but Baby just huffs and flips you off. He then resumes listening to the song. Enjoying the final version of the production. 

“Oh I like what you did there.” 

“See I told you changing that to a beat drop would sound good.” 

Baby makes various little comments about the song and it’s lyrics and then once it's done he smiles. Baby notices Y/n’s currently focused watching fans and others reaction to the first song, the first time you’ve released something with you rapping on it. The surprisingly positive reactions make you feel more confident in the project as a whole. Even if a few fans seemed turned off by the production or the rapping, it doesn’t matter as much as you were worried it would. 

Baby silently stares at you for a couple of moments, smiling to himself as he sees you relieved by the positive responses of your fans. Baby himself is relieved as well, he grew to share your worries about the reception of you rapping on a song for the first time in your career, so to see everything going well, he finds himself surprisingly relieved as well. 

“Congrats on the first release.” Baby says as he shoves your shoulder gently, leaning closer and wrapping his other arm around your shoulder. 

“Your fans like you rapping, that’s good, now you just have the rest of the EP.” Baby continues as he looks at your phone  over your shoulder taking in the response of Kpop fans in general.

“Yeah. I mean.... I wouldn’t have done it if it weren’t for you. So, thank you. So so much.” You earnestly say to him. Baby takes a moment to just look at you. 

“No problem. Now, let’s celebrate.” He cheers getting off the couch and heading over to the fridge to get the deserts he brought. 

The desserts Baby brought are the perfect reward after such a long journey of making this EP. Having him show up halfway into its creation helped to flesh it out as something much better than you could've imagined.

The pair spends another hour or two eating dessert and watching comments and reactions online. Baby goes off on several monologues about why the people criticising his work with you are wrong, objectively. Obviously, none of this is posted online, and once you've both had enough fun and feel sleep start to linger in your minds, you get ready to drive Baby home.

Baby heads off to your room, taking off your shirt that he spent the whole night in and retrieves the snakes. Once that is done, you slip on your hoodie and head downstairs, driving Baby home.

Author’s Post-Note: I didn’t plan for this chapter to be so long… nor did I expect to write home improvement into this?? Like why’re we getting domestic before we even hold hands???? At this rate I am writing slow burn ‘cause what is this madness 😭. ANyways. I dreamt that I uploaded this chapter... so here I am to do just that. Uhm… Hope yall enjoyed this part, it was surely fun to write, and again I’m really grateful so many of you enjoy my writing, especially given how new I am to this in general. I don’t believe I have anything else to mention... just check out Worthy if you’re into Genshin, especially the youngest guys of the harbingers…. Oh one last thing, what other characters would you all be interested in seeing me write for… feel free to let me know, and that's about it, so yeah, later everyone, hope you're staying safe and healthy <3

Tag: @ravenspireshoardoftrinkets 

Series Parts: A0, A1, A2, A3, A4 [here], A5 , A6, A7 Intro Post / Masterlist

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Worthy | Opponents - Tartaglia X Scaraouche X Male Reader | A1

Author’s Pre-Note: Wow… I’m finally uploading the special I promised you all.. Ik Genshin is a bit of a surprise but forgive me, I got an idea and ran with it… did it start like this? No… but I’m actually really happy with where this story ended up. I hope you all enjoy this, it took me super long to edit this one as I didn’t want to just upload it without fully being happy with it quality wise. For the newbies welcome btw, feel free to check out the rest of my blog after this, anyways I hope you all enjoy this fic. It might become a series depending on whether or not I can think of fun things to do with it… anyways Imma stop yapping now and let yall get to the story. 

Work Notes/Warnings: Genshin Impact, Male Reader, Cursing, OOC Characters, No Beta Read, Cheating Accusations, Slight Angst (But it ends happy so does that even count) 

Series Parts: A1[here] 

You just need a little warmth in your life, sadly, others don’t want you to enjoy such luxuries.

Scaramouche’s POV

“Y/n. Stop that.” I mutter simply. I had come onto the balcony of the Fatui’s Inazuma Safehouse to think, yet here came Y/n, slithering his arms around my waist and burying his face in my hair. 

“I’m sorry, but it’s just super cold right now.” Y/n mutters as he holds me close to him.

“I’ve already told you, if you’re cold, go drink some tea.” I retort in annoyance. I’d never expected my work relationship with another Harbinger to become like this. Especially not Y/n of all Harbingers, someone so cold and strategic, reduced to a whiney insect when he can’t soak up the heat my body absorbs in the day. 

“Tea doesn’t work is what I told you in response.” Y/n mutters further into my hair, and I just sigh. 

I had a serious problem on my hands, a problem that wasn’t even my doing for once. A while back, the ever-friendly Harbinger Duo of Y/n and Tartaglia just fell apart. One day, they were the best of buddies, going on every mission no matter the length or difficulty with each other, to the next day, where they literally refused to get along. The other Harbingers, like myself, assumed it was a brief disagreement to be resolved in time. Instead, it’s 6 months later, and they hate one another and are essentially forcing me to be in the middle of it all. Trying to outdo the other and show off how much attention they can get, which I will admit I entertain sometimes, when it's beneficial to our work. 

“You’re so-” I cut myself off and sigh. Everything regarding their departure from friendship was sensitive to discuss. They refused to elaborate on the cause of the problem, and if they did work together, it’s with little discussion or collaboration, just completing individual objectives that play into their strong suits. Before this ordeal, I thought Y/n was a mature individual worthy of my respect, but now he’s acting like some pathetic human being, behaving so fickle. I expected this childishness of the Childe, though. 

Y/n just nuzzles his head into my hair gently. He wasn’t someone I expected to be clingy either. Though given what I know of him now, that we are somewhat closer, it all makes sense. 

For the rest of the night, I stand there with Y/n gently resting with me in his arms, using me as his heat source for the night, rather than the warm interior of the safehouse. 

It was times like this that made me ponder my preference for Y/n’s attention ever since the fallout of his friendship with Tartaglia.

It took only a handful of days for me to regret questioning why I preferred having Y/n around. 

I groaned as I looked at the piece of paper the agent just handed me. 

“Why didn’t you idiots tell me sooner. You do understand how difficult keeping our work handled will be with him coming here?” I spit at the agent, who looks rather afraid, pathetic. 

“Uhm… Lord Harbinger-” The agent speaks up, but I cut him off.

“Who gave you the right to speak?” I say, glaring at him and standing from my seat. 

“I’m going to the docks.” I say in annoyance as I leave the safehouse.

“Ah. Comrade, how nice of you to meet me upon my arrival. Did you miss me that much?” Tartaglia’s cheerful voice interrupts the soft song of the waves lapping against the shore. 

“What are you doing here? Signora and I have the mission in Inazuma under control. You’re supposed to be in Liyue.” I say to him, glaring daggers. Having one extra Harbinger in Inazuma was already an inconvenience, two of them would surely give me a migraine and ruin the Tsaritsa’s plans.

“Geez. You sound like Y/n. If you must know, I've finished up my work and collected the Gnosis, now I’m checking in on you to ensure you’re okay.” Tartaglia says as he approaches me on the dock, and I back up. 

“I’m perfectly fine, I’m not as fragile as you pathetic humans.” I glare at the taller male, and he just scoffs and rolls his eyes. 

“I feel hurt by that, are you saying you like Y/n better? I thought we were close.” Tartaglia begins, and I groan inwardly, already knowing where this is going to go. 

“I’m not picking a side. I just commented on my state of being, and speaking of which, now that you know, will you go deliver the Gnosis to the Tsaritsa as you’re supposed to?” I ask begrudgingly, and he sags his shoulders and lets out a groan.

“Come on. We haven’t seen one another in weeks, and you refuse to let me spend but one night in your company?” Tartaglia says, giving me this saddened look, and a part of me feels bad, but the rest of me wants to hit him.

“You imbecile. You clearly have no regard for our collective goal, you know the consequences of disobedience and failures.” I say, continuing to glare at the aloof ginger.

“So you don’t want me here. Bet if I were Y/n, you’d let me stay without any questions asked.” Tartaglia counters as he steps closer to me and leans down to my height, mocking me silently. I restrain myself from smacking his face.  

“Stop trying to guilt trip me, you’d get into serious trouble with the others if you disobey your orders, and ruin the Tsaritsa’s plans.” I inform him, and he stands there for a moment, thinking, no doubt.

“So you care for me? Awww. Scara.” Tartaglia begins, and I feel my eye twitch, which is especially weird as I don’t have muscles to spasm… safe to say these two are making me inferior by the day. 

“I hope the Tsaritsa imprisons you for not returning the Gnosis to her immediately.” I sneer at the ginger as I turn and walk away, but I hear heavy boot steps chase after me.

“Don’t worry, comrade, I’ll explain it all to her clearly, don’t worry yourself,” Tartaglia says as he walks alongside me back to the Fatui Safehouse.

“I didn’t realise a snake was staying here, you could’ve warned me, comrade. I would’ve come sooner to protect you.” Tartaglia says with a smirk as we enter the safehouse’s courtyard, and the gingerbread soldier spots Y/n. 

“He doesn’t need protection from the likes of you.” Y/n says with a glare as he hops out of the tree he was lounging in, likely soaking up the warmth of the sun. 

“Oh, you can never be too safe with pests about.” Tartaglia hums.

Y/n just stands there glaring at Tartagli,a and I just groan at their behaviour. 

“Well. Last I checked, your orders were to retrieve a Gnosis, so are you grovelling to Scaramouche for help? Is it too hard for you to do diplomacy?” Y/n says with a smirk, and Tartaglia shifts. He clicks his tongue once more.

“I’ve already completed my task. Unlike you, I can execute a mission by myself, and I don’t tag along to just steal credit” Tartaglia responds in turn, and I roll my eyes at this childish display. I thought Harbingers were meant to be diplomatic and powerful people, not whatever this is. 

“You’re both poor excuses for Harbingers. One barely does work, and the other creates messes for others to clean up.” I interject, though my words don’t seem to stick with them.

“I’ve never once attempted to take credit for work I didn’t do. I’m here on personal business.” Y/n says with a smile as his gaze shifts from Tartaglia to me. 

“Speaking of which, Scaramouche, you ready for the morning?” Y/n says at me, with a strange tone. 

“Yes, we can do it in the morning, after I handle something at the factory.” I say to him but in the corner of my eye I see Tartaglia’s jaw tighten out the corner of my eye.

“What sort of personal business?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know. Sadly, that’s between Scaramouche and myself.” Y/n continues with a smirk, his hands crossing over his chest and his eyes monitoring Tartaglia carefully.  I look between the two of them and just let out a sigh of frustration at their childish antics before leaving them for my quarters in the safehouse. 

After a little while, Tartaglia walks into my quarters and lets out a groan once he shuts the door. 

“I hate that fucking snake so much.” He cursed, coming over to where I was sitting, reading some ledgers and taking note of the factory’s outputs over the past few weeks. 

“Comrade, I don't understand why you put up with him. He’s fucking insufferable.” Tartaglia continues as he throws his jacket onto my bed, which I don’t use, and he sits beside me. 

“You didn’t say that about him before, so what changed? And you’re just as, if not more, annoying to deal with.” I say to him, 

Tartaglia plops his head onto my shoulder and lets out a sigh. 

“Well, he just became so different, and not in a good way. Also, I find myself splendid to be around.” 

“Yeah, sure you are… besides, I don’t get what you mean, he’s still the same level of insufferable as he always was.” 

“He wasn’t- ugh. You won’t get it, you’re biased to him anyways." Tartaglia mutters in a pouty voice, and I internally sigh at his antics. Tartaglia had a way of being particularly moody whenever Y/n came up in discussion, even though he was always the one bringing Y/n up. 

“Well then, don’t complain to me about him changing if you won’t explain further.” I say, glaring at him in the corner of my eye, and just sigh after a while. 

As the night goes on, I finish my work, and annoyingly, Tartaglia fell asleep on my shoulder some time ago. I’d hoped he would’ve awoken by now, but he hasn’t. Then I hear the door for my room open and the slow shuffling of feet, I glance over the shoulder, unoccupied by ginger hair and can barely see Y/n. 

“What’s he doing in here.” Y/n spitefully says in a tired voice, but it’s clear he’s just as annoyed as he is tired. 

“Don’t start.” I say to him simply, and he goes silent for a moment before walking closer and standing where I can see him.

“I’m cold again.” Y/n says softly. I groan.

“What’s that got to do with me?” I say, narrowing my gaze on him, and he just stands there with a smile. 

“Just move him, it’s not like you care about him that much. If it were me, you would’ve just left without warning.” Y/n insists as he looks at Tartaglia with a groggy hatred on his face. 

‘I wouldn’t.’ 

“Look, if you’re just going to stand there and complain, you can leave.” I say while glaring at him, and he stands there silently for a little longer. Y/n then drags over a chair and wraps his arms around my waist, and presses as much of his body as he can, against me like this. 

“Neither of you ever considers what I want...” I huff in annoyance at the two of them. If they were still friends, I wouldn’t be going through this.

“Well, I consider what you want the majority of the time, like when I went out and scared the Traveller for you” Y/n says in turn, and I just roll my eyes. 

“That barely counts…” I mumble softly.   

‘I’m so over this bullshit.’ I whisper under my breath whilst walking along the shore with Y/n. The morning started off horribly, having to fight the two rejects off my body, to then go and handle something at the delusion factory. I couldn’t even finish my business with the Traveller, that damn kitsune interrupted me. 

Then, after that frustrating start to my day, I return to the estate and find Y/n and Tartaglia in the courtyard. 

“Comrade. Tell me what it is you’re planning.” 

“I’m not telling you that, we’re not even friends, Ajax” 

“You’re always so fucking difficult, you know that?” 

“There it is, ‘cause you can’t seem to know when to calm the fuck down, always seeking a fight.”

“You’re one to talk, you start fights over the smallest things.” 

“They may have been small to you, but did you ever adjust your scale for me?” 

They both fall silent, and I choose this moment to make my presence known as I doubt they’re going to continue regardless of my appearing.

“What is up with you two?” I ask as I enter the courtyard, Y/n moves to approach me, but Tartaglia stops him, but doesn’t look at Y/n. Instead, he’s staring at the ground. Y/n’s tongue clicks, accompanied by an eye roll, and he shoves past Tartaglia, who doesn’t even move. 

“Hey, you ready to go to Yashiori with me?” Y/n asks me in a contrastingly sweet tone as he looks at me. 

“I’m coming with.” Tartaglia chimes in from where he stood in the shade of the courtyard’s great tree. Y/n doesn’t respond, and I refuse to give an input as it’d most likely toss me into their stupid conflict. 

The journey to Yashiori isn’t difficult, and the ‘threats’ are made quick work by Y/n and myself. Tartaglia, despite all his boasting of being the supreme fighter, doesn’t contribute to the actual handling of these pathetic worms. We make our way across the island to the great skull of a lost god and the little village nearby. 

“So what’d you wanna do here?” I ask whilst turning to Y/n, who chuckles a little.

“I wanted to see if I could learn anything…” Y/n begins as he enters the town. Tartaglia and I followed behind, keeping a small distance. 

“Yeah ‘cause this rotting town is useful, kinda like the god whose remains surround it.” Tartaglia chimes in as he walks in line with me. Y/n doesn’t listen to the ginger’s heckling and continues to explore, eventually stopping at a house and observing it at a distance for a moment. 

“What’s so special about this place?” Tartaglia asks me discreetly, to which I shrug. 

“I don’t know, ask him.” I retort. Tartaglia grimaces, looking somewhat annoyed at the idea of discussing something with Y/n. 

“This village worshipped the very god whose skull lies nearby. I came here for answers.” Y/n finally chimes in, and Tartaglia rolls his eyes and scoffs. 

“What’s there to learn from a weak deity?” Tartaglia grumbled beside me.

“That deity isn’t weak. If you’re unentertained, how about you do your job and return the Gnosis?” Y/n calls back, and Tartaglia clenches his jaw in annoyance. I already feel the onset of a migraine, and there is no telling how much longer we’d be here. 

“I wasn’t speaking to you.” Tartaglia snaps back, and Y/n stands before a house, staring daggers through Childe for a moment before laughing a little. 

“You’re still so childish, I would’ve assumed you would’ve grown in the past 6 months.” Y/n grins slyly, and Tartaglia stares back at him completely unimpressed. 

“Hey, could you two stop this. I want to get this over with so I can ship both of you back to Shneznya.” I cross my arms over my chest and look between the two. 

The three of us continued to roam around the town for a portion of the morning. Y/n goes into a couple of houses looking for books and other texts on the people and their deity. Soon enough, in the interest of time, I, as well as, surprisingly, Tartaglia, are helping him search through the rotting board structures. 

“I’ve had enough mindlessly searching through this place,” Tartaglia says from the middle of the town, and I walk over to him and roll my eyes. 

“Stop complaining and fetch like a good dog,” I say to him, and he just groans in frustration.

“No, I won’t. I don’t even know what we’re looking for. At this rate, I’m convinced Y/n’s just wasting our time. It's something he loves to do anyway.” Tartaglia trails off with furrowing brows. Before I can ask him to expand on what he means, Y/n approaches. 

“You don’t know when to stop, do you?” Tartaglia asks with a glare as he straightens out his back and makes eye contact with Y/n. I mentally face-palmed. I knew it was too long without them arguing or at each other’s throats. “All you ever do is make people work for you, and promise them rewards or explanations, but you never actually fulfil them. You’re a fucking parasite.” Tartaglia continues, and I sink into the ground, wishing to escape this conversation. 

“You feel better jabbing at my character? Make you feel less inferior than you are?” Y/n hums in a mockingly compassionate tone, and I swear I hear Tartaglia growl. 

“The only inferior one is you. I have standards. I have respect. I’m a good person, I care about others’ feelings and don’t just treat the world as my prey to be toyed with. If only the doctor fixed your brain when we found you and not your heart.” Tartaglia venomously bites back, and Y/n goes silent. Y/n stares at Tartaglia for a moment, and then a smirk crawls onto his face, but it's not playful or teasing. With one glance, I can tell he’s about to take things too far.

“Well. At least I’m not a waste of time to get to know. You’re just a one-dimensional person. You fight, and that’s all you’re good for, and all you’ll ever be to me or anyone else.” Y/n says coldly, his words stinging Tartaglia visible who slightly recoils away from him. 

“Okay. Whilst this is entertaining, somewhat. Can you two settle this small dispute? It’s been 6 months, and whilst the other Harbingers are giving you guys time to sort it out, I’m tired of being stuck dealing with it.” I already know that upon leaving here, when they get me alone, they’re going to try and complain about what the other said. 

“You’re the worst person I’ve ever met. Genuinely.” Tartaglia just blurts out with a small smile on his face. None of his token joyful tone that permeates even under pressure. His voice was just devoid of anything I recognised as Tartaglia, the great warrior, seemed almost pained in his words. 

“What the fuck did I just say?” I curse, and Tartaglia smiles at me.

“I’m sorry, comrade, but I’m not going to sit here and lie about what I think of him.” Tartaglia mutters with a gentle smile at me, his eyes warming a little when my gaze meets them. 

“I still don’t understand. You two were such good friends. What nonsensical thing could’ve caused all of this arguing like preschoolers?” I ask both of them. Y/n remains still, taking a deep breath. 

“You’re right. It was nonsense. But I can’t forgive him for causing it.” Y/n turns to leave but is stopped once more by Tartaglia. 

“Nonsense? I’m upset over nonsense?” Childe asks his grip firm on Y/n’s arm. 

“Yeah. Had you given me the chance, I could’ve explained myself.” Y/n retorts, shoving Childe’s hand away with an audible smack. 

“Maybe I didn’t want to hear you justify cheating on me.” Tartaglia speaks up after a moment of standing there completely silently. In the meantime, everything around me freezes as I replay the ginger’s words in my head. They had dated?

“I never cheated, and you know that.” Y/n speaks up louder than before, clearly getting emotional over Tartaglia’s accusation. 

“Never cheated. I saw them. The notes in your journals about the new guy you’d found yourself staring at. All the things you liked about him, from his hair to his attitude, how you could relate to him more than me?” Tartglia continues with growing anger in his voice as the boom of his voice begins to echo in the abandoned town. 

“You read my journal after I told you not to.” 

“You were distant. I was worried, you don’t have the best record of mental health.” 

“That has nothing to do with it. You betrayed our trust.” 

“I betrayed trust? Yeah, I’m the big bad guy when you were off falling in love with somebody else?” 

“I wasn’t falling in love with somebody else.” 

“Then what were those journal entries?” 

“...” 

“That…” Y/n begins but visibly chokes on his own saliva and forming tears. 

“Y’all were dating?” I finally found the breath to ask after spending the past few minutes silently observing them. 

“Ever since he became a Harbinger, we kept it under wraps to prevent workplace drama, or anyone saying we couldn’t work together. Or most importantly, so nobody could use our relationship against us.” Tartaglia fills me in with a warm smile. It still was jarring for me how they’d look over at me with so much warmth, yet at each other with frigid coldness. 

“That’s at least-” I begin, but I’m cut off by Y/n, whose sheepish gaze catches mine. Y/n looked uncomfortable, his cool and calm facade crumbling in the heat, under the pressure. 

“4 years.” Y/n says softly with a small smile. “I never meant for what happened to happen. But I never cheated.” Y/n finished with this pained smile, looking more so embarrassed that all of this was coming to light. 

“Did you ever fucking love me, Y/n? You just discarded our relationship so easily, then you shamelessly flaunted it in your journals under my nose.” Tartaglia begins once more with a calm rage that dances with a pained hurt. 

“I never cheated on you. You blew up at me over something that could have been  nothing.” Y/n shouts back. 

“Cheating isn’t nothing. The fact that you know what you did was wrong is what makes this more hilarious, honestly. Yet here you are insisting on your innocence.” Tartaglia continues with a scoff. 

“Stop fucking lying about me, Ajax. I did no such thing to you at ANY point in our relationship.” Y/n says as he approaches the ginger with a deadly calm about him, despite the abrasiveness of his words. 

“What lies Y/n? You admitted to it.” Tartaglia watches Y/n closely, responding with a grit in his voice from holding back shouts of rage, no doubt. 

“Are you gonna keep talking about me like I’m some fucking cheater? I never fell out of love with you. Okay?” Y/n stands before Tartaglia with a glare and jaw clenched. Y/n’s hands squeeze themselves, and his chest heaves with some underlying fury.

“I tried explaining, but you never listen to me. Always so fucking focused on fighting and being angry, you never tried to understand why I felt how I felt, you never even spared your boyfriend any fucking patience. You know how much I gave to a worthless piece of shit like you, only for you to dump me without fighting or a single question…” Y/n mutters coldly, making eye contact with Tartaglia, and the increasing tension in the air honestly is worsening the day for me.

Tartaglia slackens his jaw, and he lets out a breath. 

“And then after we broke up, we agreed to leave each other alone. Instead, you start causing problems, trying to fuck over my life, ruin my joy, my peace.” Y/n continues, his voice growing softer. 

“I wasn’t going to stand by and watch you swoon Scara, just to go and cheat on him too.”

“I think I deserve a say in all of this.” I chime in and clear my throat. They both turn in my direction, nearly bumping into one another due to their proximity. 

“Scara, don’t worry about it, I’m sure this cheater knows his place now.” Tartaglia insists with a warmer tone and smiles at me. 

“I was still in love with you, Ajax. I am still in love with you. Even though you have said so many hurtful things to my face and seven knows what behind my back. I was just going through something I didn’t know how to tell you.” Y/n finally speaks up once more, confidence growing in his voice again. 

“I didn’t know how to handle feeling so much for you and then having a crush on someone else. I never told you ‘cause I knew you’d get mad. So I buried my feelings in my journals and kept loving you ‘cause both were true. I was falling for someone else, but I loved you, and I loved the idea of having you and them.” Y/n continues, and Tartaglia’s rough gaze softens somewhat. 

“Whatever, you moved on from them fast, too, didn’t you.” Tartaglia says with a scoff and roll of his eyes, even as he seems to be more hesitant. 

“I never did. When you broke up with me, I was devastated… but I had them for support.” Y/n mutters sheepishly whilst glancing in my direction. Tartaglia's gaze follows Y/n’s, and a silence falls upon the three of us once more. 

“You… you’ve liked me for so long?” I ask with genuine surprise, I’d caught onto it more recently, but for it to have existed for so long?

“Yeah… I never really wanted to admit it, ‘cause I never got over Ajax. I also didn’t want to make you into a rebound.” Y/n says honestly, and I nod my head silently in understanding. 

“Though I must say, I understand that I fell for Scara and you, and that’s why I like Scara so much… What’s your excuse, or are you the real bad person?” Y/n says as he turns to Tartaglia, whose face no longer holds anger instead, he’s surprised.

“What? No. I’d never cheat on you. I…” Tartaglia begins but goes silent. Childe takes a deep breath.

“I’ve liked Scara since I became a Harbinger. I was more discreet in the past as I never assumed I would have a chance with him, and then, eventually, when you joined, I fell for you… So I figured if I couldn’t have Scara, at least I could have Y/n. Once we broke up, those feelings for Scara resurfaced when I saw you getting close to him… I felt more jealous that you were going to be with him, but I was also upset that you were moving on.” Tartaglia says softly. He looks away from either of us, clearly embarrassed over it all. 

“Well, I knew you liked me. That’s not surprising.” I mutter aloud, and I see the blush creep up Childe’s face. 

“Wait, so both of you liked me… and each other… Gods, you both even felt the same…” I continue in slight disbelief, more so that Y/n liked me.

“I still like both of you. Though Scara, I understand if you don’t feel the same way about me after today…” Y/n says with some of his calm confidence returning. 

“I- I like both of you a lot…” Tartaglia sheepishly admits. 

The three men stood in silence for another moment, just processing emotions and what had been said. 

“Y/n… I’m sorry I read your journal and that you didn’t feel comfortable being vulnerable with me when you were so conflicted with your emotions…” Tartaglia speaks up, breaking the silence between them all. “And I’m sorry about blowing up at you and proving your worst fears true… If only I had listened then… maybe we’d be somewhere different now… but I guess my emotions got me lost along the way…” He finishes, and Y/n nods. 

“I don’t know if I can forgive you for everything you’ve said about me… and I don’t know if you can forgive me for what I said about you… I could have trusted you more. I made my decision based on poor experiences with exes in the past, I didn’t give you a chance to know or react or discuss it with me.” Y/n softly responds before turning to me. “Scara, I’m sorry we dragged you into this mess. We can’t help our feelings, but we could’ve handled it all better. I’m sorry we started using you to get back at each other.” 

“It’s fine, I suppose. I entertained it in the first place, and had I known why you both were doing it, I never would have done so in the first place.” I say, crossing my arms over my chest and looking at them both. 

“Y/n, can we give it another try?” Trataglia asks with a soft smile towards Y/n. 

“Ajax. We can’t forget the fallout of our relationship was painful, and the trust in it was broken.” Y/n says with a soft sorrow in his voice. 

“Yeah… I get that… can we be friends… at least?” Tartaglia interjects quickly, scratching his head shyly. 

“You’re being impatient again. You’re not letting me finish.” Y/n says with a soft laugh, and Childe’s head tilts a little in confusion. 

“We can start a fresh relationship, and work on these things… work to be better for each other… and hopefully be better for…” Y/n trails off and turns towards me. 

“Me?” I ask with a soft scoff, ignoring the way my nonexistent stomach fluttered with flies… or whatever it is humans say. 

“Ajax and I don’t work well just by ourselves. He got with me, yes ‘cause he likes me, but ‘cause he never thought getting with you was possible. I liked him and then developed feelings for you as well. So if we’re going to start new, I think you should be a part of that” 

“Oh, that’s where you’re going with this. Yeah, Scara, it wouldn’t be right if you weren’t a part of it this time around.” Tartaglia chimes in, looking from Y/n to me, with this light in his eyes. Something he’d been without for so long, that I never noticed how incomplete he was until this moment. 

“You two gave me headaches for months.” 

“How does that even-” 

“We’re sorry.” Y/n chimes in, jabbing his elbow into Tartaglia’s side gently.

“Fine.” I groan as I look away from them. 

“YES!” Tartaglia eagerly shouts while Y/n just sighs in relief. 

“Don’t be so happy” I retorted, feeling sort of embarrassed. 

“Good… uhm, can we go find some shade now? I’m actively overheating,” Y/n says, looking rather shockingly weak all of a sudden. 

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” Tartaglia questions as he grabs onto Y/n’s side, looking rather concerned.

“I wanted to finally talk things over first.”

“God. Don’t do that, dummy. I’m supposed to be the  ‘always endangering himself’ one.” 

The three of us lounge in the shade of the giant skull that sits nearby. Y/n was leaning up against Tartaglia’s chest between the male's legs as they sat on the ground. Tartaglia leaned against the bone. I am sitting leaning against their sides, although the damn snake had his arms around my waist as he cooled off. His scaly fingers are playing with my stomach. Tartaglia’s fingers were combing through my hair, and while it isn’t doing much the gesture is… tolerated. 

“We came in here to cool off,” I say as I swat at his touch. Tartaglia chuckles from Y/n’s side. 

“You’re so cat-like.” Childe mumbles with a warm laugh. 

“Well, you’re a dumb retriever.” 

“What am I like?” Y/n asks with a soft smile at both of us. 

“...”

“...”

“A snake.”

“What sort of stupid question. Did you melt your brain?” 

“Is it ‘cause I’m a revived snake god?” 

Author’s Post-Note: Okay! Wow this was a lot to write… like so much… I never expected to be writing a poly fic, nor did I know exactly how to perfectly execute it. Thus why its been so long since my last post. I really do hope you guys enjoyed this as a 100 notes, 20+ followers special, again ty all so much for supporting me and my writing it means a lot to me… Uhm the next thing after this should be another Baby Saja’s Secret Boyfriend post (link for the uninitiated) and yeah see you guys around… this one was like 5k words by the end of it all so my longest work yet… anyways again ty all sm and see you in the next post <3

Series Parts: A1 [here] Intro Post / Masterlist

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Ramble Ramble Ramble | Gen Post 1

Actually tryharding on the next story for you guys. Stepping out of my comfort zone a little with this one, which is risky, but that's how we grow and learn lol. I am actively staying up trying to perfect this one though... idek if this is the best story to write as a like thanks for 100+ and hitting 20 followers and all that jazz, like I'm already so greateful seeing comments, and all the engagement, never thought so many people would like my writing to be honest... but now I'm trying to one up myself essentially, and I'm trying to write and post it asap 'cause I don't wanna become lowkey inactive on y'all... just a lot of feedback in my brain rn... Idk when I'm going to post it, maybe the coming days or tonight (where I am it's night rn) uhm but yeah that's about it... just a little late night ramble for you guys lol... maybe I said too much 😓

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Hi! Hello… he-hello?

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⇀ Why hello there, you’ve stumbled across my market stall of fanfiction works… Who am I? Well, I’m Zed (Unknxwn/Vxid.) I mainly write male or gender-neutral reader-insert fics. I’m a young guy who loves reading the same stuff I aim to write on this blog. ⇀ Things to know: 

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Baby Saja’s Secret Boyfriend - Hangouts 1 | A3

Author’s Pre-Note: Going to keep the pre-note short today, so that I stay true to my words in the last post’s author’s notes. Lowkey procrastinated writing this chapter, but I’m going to deliver it to you all on time nonetheless, also I've got a beta reader/proofreader now so hoping the quality goes up too!!! anyway let's get this show on the road... 

Work Notes/Warnings: Male Reader, OOC Characters, Cursing, Beta Read

Series Parts: A0, A1, A2, A3 [here], A4, A5 , A6, A7

If you’ve only hung out for work? What in the world are you supposed to talk about outside of it? 

You stare in dread at your phone, lying on your bed in the penthouse you’d recently gotten yourself. You hadn’t expected to find many penthouses which suit your taste given the price of most of them starting well above 9 figures, but you luckily happened upon a recently vacated one at a steal of a price, due to the owner’s mysterious and sudden disappearance. Ironically right now, you held more comfort in the fact that you now lived in a possibly recently deceased guy’s space than the text message before your eyes. 

aquamarine but not a gem: so where you wanna 📍 to 🧊?

Oh yeah, this totally was fine, suggesting a hangout totally didn’t give your brain a race for calm as you rush through ideas, but swiftly realise you don’t know what’d impress Baby. In fairness, you’re sure it's not that serious but your subconscious is ignoring your conscious and making its own calls on what is and isn’t nerveracking. Why. WHY didn’t he just suggest a place, he’s the one who asked you out…. You begin to type then hitting send. 

#1 rap flop: weren’t you the one who asked me to hangout??? 🕴🏾 I thought you had a plan aquamarine but not a gem: nah, that was spur of the moment 😝 #1 rap flop: ‘course it was… well idk, why won’t you suggest something then? aquamarine but not a gem: ‘cause 🤷 what’s fun… but now that I 💭 about it do you have friends…. 🤔 #1 rap flop: of course I got friends you shithead. 🖕. They just have office jobs, and families and stuff, so meeting up is a bit difficult.  aquamarine but not a gem: 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️… you have friends… uhm what about we 🏃💨 out for 🥞🥞🥞🥞? #1 rap flop: sure whatever 🙄

You sigh after the exchange, why would he think you had any idea of where to hangout? Wasn’t he literally a bigger idol with a team he could ask to find him good hangout spots? Whatever. You turn off your phone and stare at the ceiling for a bit. The conversation got you thinking about your friends, and how much you hadn’t realised you all drifted apart… how much you missed having someone around sometimes just to relax, and not think about life. You take a moment and think back to your school days, sure the friend group’s gc was active but... The plans never get past that, plans, and the calls are few and far between… 

You sit alone with your thoughts for a few more moments before shifting under the covers, suddenly feeling uneasy under their weight. You throw them off you and reach for the TV remote. Today wasn’t one of those days to be worried about your life you think to yourself, switching on your TV and looking for something, until you inevitably surrender under the blue light. 

The morning light shines on your face as you scroll through your phone, car parked in the horseshoe driveway of Saja Tower. It’s now Wednesday, and you and Baby were going to hangout today. You’d already shot a text to Baby to let him know that you’re outside waiting for him. Soon enough Baby comes down and joins you in the car, sporting a simple outfit as you had instructed, to avoid the most fan interactions possible. He’d simply chosen to wear a plaid blue face mask, with matching sweater, some washed out jeans and a cap to hide his hair. 

Baby hopped into the passenger seat, buckling his seat belt and giving it a little tug to ensure it was properly hooked up. He then pulled out his phone to get the directions ready as you put away yours. 

“Morning, you sleep well knowing you were gonna be hanging out with me?” Baby asks with a smirk as he looks over at you as you start your car and begin to drive off the Saja Tower’s lot. 

“I slept horrible actually. I dreaded having to be in public spaces for hours with you of all people.” Y/n hums in response and Baby feigns offence before rolling his eyes. 

“Sure you did. Anyways you excited?” Baby questions and you just shake your head.

“I mean you still haven’t told me what the place is or what it serves” You say to him and he just rolls his eyes with a scoff. 

“Let’s just focus on getting there safely first.” Baby mutters as he looks over at you and then glances at your hands on the steering wheel. 

“Are you accusing me of being bad at driving? To make up for it tell me where we’re going.” Y/n responds looking Baby up and down with a sly smile across his face.

“You’ll see when we get there, it's a surprise.” Baby says with a mischievous grin on his face. Y/n sighs in response and instead of questioning further he focuses on getting them both there safely. Baby smiles to himself having made Y/n a little annoyed in the moment. 

Baby guides you on a rather interesting route through the city. You take roads and turns you’ve never taken before, and part of you questions if it was the right way. But eventually you actually arrive at what turns out to be a cafe. Annoyingly there wasn’t any free parking nearby so once you did find a free spot you both have to walk back on yourselves for a block or two. 

The cafe itself is rather atmospheric, the decor dancing an interesting line between industrial modern and cutesy. It was a pretty nice place to be at. You and Baby ordered some breakfast items and Milk Teas and found a table to wait at. 

“You know, we never settled the ‘who’d win in a fight’ debate.” Baby says as he leans over the table a little to look at you with his mischievous grin. You roll your eyes as he revives the topic once more. 

“I thought we were here to like… get to know one another better than a colleagues kinda thing?” You ask him with a raised brow, and simultaneously trying to change the subject.

“No duh. Its just good conversation.” Baby insists, smiling more as he sits back in his chair, eating up the slight annoyance in Y/n’s body language.

“You’re saying you can’t make better conversation than that?” Y/n retorts with a scoff as he looks Baby up and down.

“What you wanna discuss then? Weather?” Baby hums at you while you remain silent and thinking of anything to talk about besides the now long overstayed debate. 

“Uhhh I don’t know… what do you do in your free time I guess” You mutter out after pondering what would be a good non-invasive question to start off with. 

“... To be honest, most of my free time is what I use for working on music.” Baby says after a while. 

“Seriously? You of all people are a workaholic?”

“I mean not like excessively so, it's just that thing where you love it so much it doesn’t feel like work.” 

“So is that why you’re such a little shit when we’re working together?” 

“Nah that’s just ‘cause you’re so easy to tick off and it entertains me.” Baby grins at you across the table whilst you just sigh and roll your eyes.

“Its actually baffling to think your fans believe you’re some sweet maknae who’d never hurt a fly.”

“It's my charm and personality.” Baby smirks back at you as he eats up the way you’re reacting to his words. 

You choose to ignore his button pushing and change the topic and you both engage in idle discussion. Baby tells you about the video games he and the Saja’s have been playing recently and how his ‘amazing’ skills were making the other boys jealous. Your food arrives not much after Baby ends his rant about how he’d perfected his Mario Kart skills and was undefeated, even beating Zoey who’s also apparently gifted at the game. You’d obviously have to challenge the duo at a later date. 

“Wait, is that a little sea snake?” Baby suddenly mentions pointing at the napkin. 

You hadn’t noticed it before, but Baby was right, a small cute sea snake was printed on the centre of the napkin under the cafe’s name. 

“You can tell the difference between that and a normal snake?.” 

“Yes. I actually love sea snakes and like them so much.” Baby says growing more smiley as he pulls the napkin closer and takes a picture of it. 

“You ever go and see them in the aquarium?” 

“THERE’S AN AQUARIUM THAT HAS THEM?” Baby suddenly gasps.

“Uhh yeah, I’m pretty sure it's close to here.” 

And that’s how you found yourself walking into the aquarium with Baby after you both finished up your food at the cafe. Baby stood observing the sign at the entrance that directed visitors to various tanks and you yourself also noted down the directions assuming Baby would get lost at some point. 

You follow along behind Baby through the different colourful corridors, stopping on occasion to admire the creatures in the different tanks. Baby also stopped sometimes to point at weird looking fishes, or sharks, lots of sharks. You honestly hadn’t expected much of the second half of your day together, but strolling through the aquarium definitely added to the fun of it all. 

Soon enough, and surprising you, Baby finally leads you both to the tank with the aquarium’s sea snakes. 

“You actually found it.” Y/n says with a small snicker as he stands besides Baby gazing up into the large tank.

“Shut up. It wasn’t hard ‘cause unlike your building the signs are correct.” 

“So it wasn’t the colour coded path on the floor?” 

“I will feed you to Mr. Gums.” 

Now you’re collecting threats to become whale shark food… you just roll your eyes as Baby stands there silently in awe. You’d honestly never seen Baby so enthused about something like that before, and although you hadn’t known him long it still surprised you a little. 

Baby looked around for a moment and found the tanks’ information sign and began silently reading, leaving you to mostly look at him. You didn’t want to stare at strangers so you just moved yourself closer to Baby and read the small information sign over his shoulder. The tank’s two sea snakes were apparently mates with matching names. You laughed a little reading the words ‘Mr. Bibim and Mrs. Japchae.’ After falling into a comfortable silence whilst observing the snakes, it’s cut short. 

“You kinda remind me of Mr. Bibim.” 

“Yeah? Why?” 

“You just have the same energy.” 

“Well I think we’re both like Mr. Bibim.“

Both you and Baby enjoy the sea snake enclosure for about an hour watching the slithery couple glide through the water. You honestly see what Baby meant now that you’d observed them for a little while. 

“Is it weird to say this all is like inspiring me…” Baby mutters as he walks over to where you’d been sitting for a little while now and he joins you on the bench. 

“No. They’re pretty mesmerising.” You reassure him and he smiles a little as his eyes follow Mr. Bibim, as the sea snake glides from the bottom of the tank upwards. 

“This whole place is just making me inspired to be honest… like I can totally freestyle a verse about them” Baby hums with a soft laugh and you just nod along as he speaks. 

“Then drop a random freestyle about them into the next Saja Album… or maybe make a snake EP.” You suggest and he laughs some more at your words.

“No that’d be weird…” Baby says with a small sigh as he leans back a little to view the whole tank once more, his eyes darting between the plants of the tank as he looks for Mrs. Japchae.

“Okay, but if you change your mind, you can always call me up to produce it.” 

“Why would I need you to produce it? I’ve got all your skills.” 

“You still can’t sing like me.” Y/n hums in response and Baby goes silent before rolling his eyes as he looks over and leans towards you. 

“Hey uhm… today’s been nice by the way…” Baby says after prolonging the silence. 

“Woah. Am I dreaming or is Baby actually grateful for spending time with me?” You tease and he groans at your words. 

“Of course I am, most people find me difficult to work with, besides Saja and Huntrix… You don’t” Baby continues looking over at you and smiling briefly before looking down at his feet. You notice his gaze move to his feet and sigh somewhat before speaking.  

“Well I’ve grown to appreciate your opinions and feedback. It's… honestly reassuring for someone more successful than me to have so many nice things to say about my music… even if my rapping is still bad” You respond to him, the last part makes Baby look at you once more, his eyes lighten a little and a faint smile dawns upon his face.

“Your rapping isn’t awful okay, I just can’t let your ego grow too big.” Baby mumbles looking away from you and sitting up straight once more.

“Says THE maknae that’s got all the kpop fan’s hearts this year? The rap god of Saja?” 

“Okay. Keep going.” Baby smiles at you and you just sigh, shaking your head instead.

“You’re so ridiculous. But yeah I agree today was fun, I didn’t think I’d be watching sea snakes for over an hour, yet here I am.” 

“You wanna go watch something else don’t you?” 

“Sorta? I mean we haven’t seen the biggest shark here yet…”  

Baby groans and stands up from his seat. He stretches a hand for you to take.

“Let’s go see some sharks then.” 

Baby and you walk through the aquarium, enjoying a relaxed stroll as you follow the pathways to the shark enclosures. You both eventually come across a pathway that's completely surrounded by a tank, from the ceiling to the floor and the walls. You and Baby obviously take the detour for the experience.  

You look all around you as schools of fish and other sea creatures dart around the pathway. You can’t help but feel like the aquarium experience has been inverted on you, as you become the creature observed by the sea creatures. 

“This is actually so cool. What do you think the fish think of us?” 

“I think they’re wondering why your hair looks like that guy over there” You say pointing at a colourful blue fish that was swimming right below Baby and he scoffs at you. 

“Ha ha real funny” 

“Do you think you guys are cousins?” 

Baby ignores you and takes out his phone, he’d already loaded it with pictures of the sea snakes, and even a selfie of him and Mr. Bibim. 

You watch Baby pose and take a selfie showing off the tank in the background.

“Come on, get in here” He says gesturing for you to come over and get into the picture. 

Even though you weren’t big on photos you and Baby spent a good 20 minutes in a mixture of admiring the fishes and taking pictures of one another. 

“We keep getting distracted, we’re never gonna leave this place are we?” You mention as you look over at Baby.

“Oh right. Sharks. My bad.” Baby says as he walks back over to you. You both leave the tunnel tank and continue on your journey to the shark exhibit. 

After a rather long journey full of side adventures you and Baby finally approach the shark exhibit. The large hall opened up before you into a space full of various tanks featuring different shark species, and you felt like a kid in a candy store. You and Baby go around the room, taking plenty of time to admire each tank carefully, watching the sharks within. Yeah you’d been there before but that didn’t make it any less interesting for you.

“Oh look they’ve got a little lemon shark plushy in the gift shop.” Baby said pointing at the ad that wasn’t in here before, otherwise you would’ve already had a small army of that squishy looking plushy. 

“So we’re making a stop at the gift shop before leaving?” You say to him and he nods his head enthusiastically.

“No shit sherlock, I’m pretty sure they’ve got sea snake plushies too, and I need to have two of them.” Baby says matter of factly as though it’s strange how you weren’t up to speed with his idea. 

Both you and Baby have a fun time in the room, learning about every shark species they had on display, and even learning about the ones they couldn’t keep in the aquarium for various reasons. All the information was supplemented by pictures and even a couple books on sharks, mainly targeted at marine enthusiasts. 

Just as the other enclosures, you and Baby engage in light chatting whilst taking pictures to commemorate the moment. 

“Okay now look like it’s about to eat you.” Baby suggests holding up your phone to take a picture. 

“What?” 

“Scream or something.” 

“For real?”

“Not literally you embarrassing piece of crap.” Baby groans, snapping a picture once you finally play along with his directions.

Once the photography is done both you and Baby roam around the aquarium for another hour or two. You both walk past a halfway full of small regional fish and you didn’t really have an interest in it but Baby stops once you both pass the entryway. Baby turns back around and peeks the corner of the hallway. You stand there slightly confused and praying his behaviour wasn't earning both of you any looks.  

Baby on the other hand had just seen something he whole heartedly expected but never thought he’d see. Baby’s eyes watched the two persons as the secluded end of the hallway, that recognisable hoodie on the girl and the guy besides her… He spent a moment and watched how they spoke to one another, their body language. Baby took note of how the girls’ hair seemed rather long, in a ponytail, although he wouldn’t be surprised if it was a ponytail disguising the true natural state of that hair. 

Y/n approached Baby and peeked around the same corner and looked for what Baby’s attention had been stolen by. He then notices the two people near the back of the hallway. Both wearing masks, and covered up decently well. 

“What… are you spying on those people?” Y/n’s voice breaks the silence surrounding Baby and he shushes you whilst pulling you closer to the wall to keep you concealed. The girl’s ponytail could almost trick Baby about who it was, and the glimmering yet faint marks on the girls’ skin, shimmering under the artificial light of the nearby tank. 

“Why’re you spying on some random couple?” Y/n asks and Baby simply shushes him once more before snickering a little. 

Baby pulled out his phone and began snapping photos. He laughed to himself as the photos came across one by one, but what happened next he wasn’t ready for. The guy looked around, then one hand went to the girl’s mask and pulled it down. He was right, the guy’s mask is swiftly taken off by the girl and then… their lips collide. Baby’s entire mind squeals but he tries to stay silent to avoid being caught. Baby snags a picture of them kissing before dragging you and himself towards the gift shop and far away from the couple. 

After spending unreasonable amounts at the aquarium gift shop you and Baby now find yourself the parents to 7 sea creatures, 2 sea snakes and 5 different sharks. Baby insisted on all of them being siblings. 

“So we’re sharing custody?” Y/n enquired and Baby nodded confidently. 

“Well I need to see the sharks every week, and you need to see the snakes.” 

“Well I was gonna just put the sharks on my bed.” 

“Then I’ll come hangout at your place.” Baby says instantly looking at you as though it were the most obvious soloution to the problem. 

“Did you just invite yourself over? To see sharks and not me?” Y/n asks in a faux offended voice. 

“Look I had fun today but I don’t know if you’re ‘hangout in your apartment’ fun… though I guess I’ll find out while making sure you keep the sharks alive.” Baby says completely seriously and you just roll your eyes at his semantics. 

“So when will I see the snakes?”

“Of course I’m bringing them with me on my visits, so that we can all experience a complete family sometimes.” Baby says thoughtfully and nodding to himself. 

You sigh at Baby’s nonsensical words as you pull out of your parking spot and begin the journey back to Saja Tower to drop him off. On the car ride back Baby manages to swindle the aux out of you, and honestly he’s got a pretty good playlist and you try to ignore the fact a couple of your songs come up that he happens to know by heart. 

After an uneventful drive, you drop Baby back off at the Saja Tower circular driveway. You both say goodbye to one another, and Baby offers you a half-hearted wave as he walks into the building. You just shake your head at his antics and begin the journey to your own home.

Author’s Post-Note: Sorry if y’all expected this sooner, I was highkey struggling to write their hangout to be honest, I didn’t know what I wanted to do for a while, then I thought cafe + aquarium and made it work I guess? Like honestly thinking that maybe saved this part form becoming bad 😓 ANyways  (Also Rujinu kiss justice) I don’t really know… the voices are pleading with me to hurry along to their actual relationship, but atp I’m committed to these approx 2k word avg snail pace parts., also doing a new intro post so you'll find that here at some point... 

Tag: @ravenspireshoardoftrinkets

Series Parts: A0, A1, A2, A3 [here], A4, A5 , A6, A7 Intro Post / Masterlist

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Baby Saja’s Secret Boyfriend - Meetings 2 | A2

Author’s Pre-Note: 

Okay… for starters… 100+ likes on the first post is like… damn, didn’t expect that, so thank you all so much for that. I know me starting these with constant thank yous is a bit weird? Maybe? I don’t know, but I’ll try to hold off on the excessive thanks from here on out… And seeing as this is a mini milestone for my writing, I’m gonna make three works for you all to enjoy. Two of these will be our usual Baby Saja’s Secret Boyfriend, and a mystery third thing that I’ll give a hint about at the end, so anyway, let’s get onto this part, shall we? 

Work Notes/Warnings: Cursing, OOC Characters, Male Reader, Proofread (Not Really)

Series Parts: A0, A1, A2 [here], A3, A4, A5 , A6, A7

So now that they’ve begun to collaborate, how long does it take for the collaboration to begin blooming an unlikely friendship? Perhaps a month or two? Maybe three…

The addition of the studio sessions with Baby is a great bit of variety in their usual weekly schedules. It gives them both a reason to look forward to new weeks, especially the Thursdays/Fridays when they’d meet. As it created something akin to an escape from their professional lives and careers, that controlled all of their daily interactions. Y/n more so as he lacked a group to unwind with after performances, just execs, management and his team, and whilst he loved them all to bits… those relationships have power imbalances and he’d rather avoid controversies and poor practices. 

Therefore, this bond led the duo to make great improvements in their respective musical talents. They’d also grown more accustomed to their dynamic and began to message one another during the week, giving each other mini updates on what they’re working on for their next session.

aquamarine but not a gem: rewrote your whack 🫏 verse from ⏪week

#1 rap flop: when will you say something nice about my rapping 🧍?

aquamarine but not a gem: when they get ✅, trust 🤞

#1 rap flop: 🙄

One thing that was fun to notice is that Baby texts weirder than most. He used emojis that you found most didn’t, and in rather unique ways. Yet somehow they always conveyed his personality or sentiment perfectly. Like splitting images of the dull-faced yet playful male you've grown so accustomed to. 

Such as when you sent him the reminder for today’s session. You get a response almost an hour later. 

aquamarine but not a gem: 😇😋.

You roll your eyes as his message comes across, it seems like he’s in the mood to make your life a living hell. You’d grown sort of used to it by now, though, you already knew he’d be mocking your style, your flow. How you rapped and things like that, but you knew they came from a good place, so it never really bothered you. Besides, he’s started wearing his platform sneakers around you to try and ‘level playing fields’, but he’s not won yet, so maybe you should throw him a ball? Maybe… nah.

Back to the session that day, just as Y/n suspects, in the studio together, between their work and helping one another, Baby is a menace. Almost as though the usual wretch was supercharged with energy, something unsettling, but you worked with it. You’d done your best to ignore how he couldn’t sit still, and how he looked extra happy to say and do things to mess with you. It’s strange to you how he portrays himself as this softspoken maknae to his fans, yet here he was laughing as he thought back to the first time you tried rapping a verse for him. It wasn’t a cute laugh either, he was laughing and struggling to catch his breath whilst at it. Even though you’d noticed his laugh, it didn’t bother you as you’d always just enjoyed people being themselves, another reason you didn’t have many friends. Especially not industry friends, those people don’t drop the facade for anyone, well, Baby was the exception, it seemed, and it proved that you weren’t the problem, so one insecurity down… sort of. 

Besides the playful bullying of the highlighter-haired male, you’ve both beautifully progressed on the things y’all began collaborating to improve. Baby was putting together some neat additions and fixes to beats, he’d even helped you with a couple of the beats on your next EP. And on the other hand, you’d begun to leave Baby somewhat speechless for a handful of seconds, as he began to see your style making its way into how you rapped. You’d been putting together verses that seamlessly flowed, with a continuous theme and metaphor. 

By the time Y/n and Baby are finished working, it’s late, almost midnight. “Your ride’s not here…” Y/n mumbles as he looks around the building’s circular drive. Baby opens his phone and looks at the time. He groans, frustrated with himself, but more annoyed at the fact that he now has to explain this to you. He recalled the others explaining to him that the drivers were unavailable after midnight, unless you requested it in advance. He didn’t… and he also sadly forgotten this factor between all the time you two were together.

“They don’t work this late without booking. Just ‘cause I’m successful doesn’t mean I’m soulless, I’m sure he has a family to go home to.” Baby begins looking at you, feigning offence at the idea that you think he’d make someone work this late. 

You groan as he continues, hands on his hips and going on about being kind to others, and how that will bring blessings in the future. “Okay, oldie, I get it. I apologise, you want me to get you something to make up for it?” You say dismissively but looking at him, smirking a little at the fact that the wretch wished to make a fuss over such a simple question. 

“Yes, actually. I’m starved, having to correct you all day is tiring and energy-consuming.” Baby retorts. Y/n just groans and rolls his eyes. 

“What do you want? You greedy little shit.” Y/n managed to grit the last part past his teeth. 

“I’m not greedy. I just want to go get some stuff at the 365/1 nearest here.” Baby says as he pats your shoulder. Your hand moves Baby’s touch away, while you once more roll your eyes. 

“Whatever, come on.” You say with a sigh of defeat, walking towards your car and unlocking it. “I’ll take you for your treats, then take you home” You say as you get in the driver’s seat and turn on the car. Baby rushes over and sits in the passenger seat, and he looks oddly perfect in the space. Then again, he’s the maknae of Saja, of course, he looks at home as a passenger princess. Baby looks over the details of your car’s interior and he’s almost impressed with it.

“This is nice… maybe I should get one myself?” He mutters admiring the detail work.

“Copycat?” You scoff rolling your eyes and reversing out your parking spot.

“You wish, everyone will say you copied my style.” Baby says confidently, referencing his larger fame and reach. 

You drive away from the building and begin heading to the nearest 365/1 you knew how to get to. As you drive over, you realise you’re in the car with a well-known singer/rapper, and that fans would go mad, and you didn’t suspect either of you had the energy for devoted fans at this time of night or to explain why you’re both together this late. Or worse yet, even with the truth, the tabloids are willing to spin it into a clickbait story to stir up drama. 

“Hey, there's a box of merch on the backseat, take some stuff out of it for a disguise, yeah?” You instruct whilst the car comes to a halt at a red light. 

“I’m not taking another merch hoodie, also I don’t wanna look like your fanboy, think about how that’ll look for you if someone who knows who you are sees us?” Baby says as he reaches for and pulls the box onto his lap, judging the items within. 

“First off, plenty of people know who I am.” You begin, and Baby rolls his eyes at you. “Secondly, I’m gonna wear a disguise too, like no duh. I don’t want to look like a weirdo preying on his fans?” Y/n finishes as they continue on their way there. 

“Look, if you check the box-” Y/n begins. 

By the time you both arrive at the store, Baby’s wearing a mask and a long-sleeved jumper that you had in the fresh laundry hamper in your trunk, with a baseball cap from your merch box, but he spun it around so that your merch icon’s not in someone’s face as he speaks to them. You’d just opted to slip on a merch hoodie and a mask from your glovebox. 

Y/n and Baby walk around the aisles of the 365/1 for a little bit of time, pointing at items and mocking one another, judging products and picking out a few things. 

The energy is thrown off as another shopper shoves past you both, when neither of you were taking up so much aisle space she’d be unable to walk around.

Baby glares at the young girl who’d just shoved past both of you, clearly ticked off as the girl struts away looking self-important. Baby’s tongue clicks as he tries to say something reasonable. 

“Ahhh. That’s why she got those fucked up curls.” Baby curses under his breath. Y/n stands there for a moment processing what’d just occurred. Instead of being mad, Y/n nods his head slowly. 

“Nah, her curls are the least of her worries, that shitty dye job is, why’s her head's whole aesthetic, ratty girl doll, from the ugly hat, to the shitty make-up and that awful dye job, like girl that’s not blonde baddie, it's desperate yet dreadful.”

Before either of you can chime in another insult for the mysterious rude lady, a familiar tune begins to play over the store’s speakers. Immediately pulling both your attention away from the girl and whatever crawled up her ass, if anything was willing to.

Baby groans, throwing his head back over his shoulders, and looks slightly ticked off by hearing this song once more in his life. So, of course, you don’t pass up the opportunity. 

“Don’t want you, need you, yeah I need you to fill me up~” You begin to sing along, except it’s intentionally pitchy just to rub salt in Baby’s fictional wound over his group's day 1 success story song. A song that’s sure to outlive the Saja Boys and be remixed countless times in the coming decades. 

When Baby’s rap comes in on verse 2, you turn to him and give him an exaggerated lip-synced performance in the middle of this random aisle whilst he does his best to ignore you. Baby instead tries to focus on what pack of Fire Noodles to try as he’d not seen these before, and the spice levels advertised made him curious. 

“Are these good?” Baby asks you, face dropping as he sees you’re still singing along to the song.

“What? Oh, they’re fine? I mean it’s tasty, but so spicy…” You mumble, recalling your experience with a scorching tongue but morish flavour. 

Baby shrugs and puts them in the shopping basket you had clutched in your arms. He then grabs a spicier pack and tosses it in there too, then begins to stroll off to other aisles. Baby suspected you were being exaggerative about the spice like Jinu and the others after the game show's hot sauce bottle challenge.

Soon enough, Baby amasses a decent haul of snacks and food, and you also grab a couple of treats for yourself. Once you’ve paid, you’re both back in the car. Baby wastes no time, taking out a bag of hot chips he’d bought and snacking as he guides you to the Saja Tower. When you both arrive, Baby eagerly hops out and grabs his haul from the backseat, and you just silently watch with a faint smile on your face. He waves goodnight to you as you drive off, headed back cross-town to your apartment. 

The studio session following that night was good, as is any session with Baby. But at the end, the two of you arranged to meet twice weekly instead. Seeing each other more often felt right in both of your minds, more escaping, more fun, and more improvements, all positives. And besides the joy of working together, you had production start dates to be wary of, and couldn’t keep working slowly forever. So over a couple more weeks, you both triple your efforts and put genuine focus, care and attention into the things you both rely on the other to help you with. 

Baby does this cool thing, taking some traditional drums and using them to make the beat for a modern sounding pop song. You listen along as he shows you and smile in approval. He’d come a long way, and you were proud of him. 

On Baby’s end, to his surprise, as he plays the beat for you a second time, you begin to freestyle over his beat, and he’s genuinely impressed as he hears you tackling the beat well, having a clean flow, and thematic lyrics that are consistent. 

By the time you both are done with today’s session, it’s once again after midnight. Except for this time, you both had planned to go to the 365/1 once again. That’s why you’re both wearing rather indescript casual clothes… well, that was the plan. Until Baby showed up in the jumper, he was most synonymous with. Luckily, the abundance of your merch and laundry in your trunk meant that he got his pick of a plain back sleeveless hoodie you’d gotten recently, and a baseball cap like last time. 

When you get there, you have less of a worry about being noticed. You and Baby split up, and you find yourself in an aisle staring at some sweets that you could get. You wouldn’t say you had the sweetest of tastes, overly sugary stuff sometimes put you off if the flavour wasn’t worth it. As your eyes roamed the shelves, you noticed a pack of coconut-flavoured treats, and you couldn’t help but be reminded of Baby. Speaking of which, you glance around the store and spot Baby’s hair faintly in an aisle over. 

You chuckle to yourself, despite your best efforts to make him as plain as possible, he still stood out amongst all the brightly coloured snack wrappers and other packaging. You leave the aisle you’re standing in with your newfound treat to try and make your way over to where you saw Baby. You chuckle as you watch him weigh the pros and cons of two different spicy snacks in his head.

“Can’t decide?” You ask him as you stand by his side, observing the snacks, their flavours eccentrically branded. ‘Volcano Jalepeño’ versus ‘Meltdown Chilli.’ You question why Baby was so obsessed with spicy food but decide to shrug it off. 

He eventually manages to settle his mind on the Volcano flavour, and you both make your way to the checkout. 

As you both walk out of the shop, Baby begins to talk about an earlier debate you had. 

“You’d never win against me in a fight, if you can’t handle the heat of a chilli.” Baby hums as you both walk to the curb.

 “Don’t bring this up again” You groan as you both walk towards your car. 

“I’m just saying you’d never win in a fight between us” He says confidently meanwhile you just roll your eyes. Feeling up to some late-night mischief, you turn on your heel and grab the hood of the hoodie he’s wearing and yank it over his head. 

Baby’s arms flail around a little as he tries to hit you and get you to stop.

“Stop it. Fucking asshole, stop, you’re going to stretch out your own hoodie,” Baby yells as he finally lands a hit on your shoulder and you chuckle, letting go of the hood. Baby straightens himself out and glares at you.

“Awww, the little baby is pouting” You mock him and his eye twitches.

“I’m actually praying on your downfall.” He retorts with a huff. 

You snicker and get into your car after unlocking it, you start it up, then Baby joins you shortly after. 

“Well, praying on the downfall of the driver isn’t wise.” You inform him as you put your stuff in the backseat and pull away from where you’d parked to drive him home. 

Once you’ve pulled up to the Saja Tower after a car ride of mostly silence, something that never felt anxiety-inducing when it was just you two. At some point Baby was leaning his head against the window and Baby looked almost half asleep in the passenger seat, so you of course flicked his forehead in response he groans then glares at you. 

“Hurry, get out my car, and go sleep” Y/n instructs, and Baby nods his head a little. 

Baby just groans some more as he does as he’s told, he gets his stuff from the car, and leaves your hoodie on the backseat before making his way into the building. As you drive off, you get a notification but don’t check it until you’ve gotten home. 

aquamarine but not a gem: GN but btw you wanna hangout next week? Like away from the studio?’

Author’s Post-Note: You know ironically as someone who doesn’t read slow burns…. it’s funny that this series is going as slow as it is, I’m almost worried that by skipping the studio sessions and weeks that I might be ruining the pacing of this story, sorry if I am… About the surprise third thing, it’ll be a male character from a popular F2P gacha game… with a similarly skilled male reader, and that’s about it for now… that or I’ll drop a fic about a character who I purely know from their featured MVs… anyways see you all in the next part, luv y’all, and stay safe

Series Parts: A0, A1, A2 [here], A3, A4, A5 , A6, A7

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Baby Saja’s Secret Boyfriend - Meetings 1 | A1

First, I wanna say thanks to everyone who liked and engaged with my first work, it's currently at 60+ notes, so like ty all so so much and seeing how well it was received, I figured I oughta give you an expansion on this story, so here we go <333

Notes: OOC Characters, Cursing, Male Reader

Series Parts:A0, A1 [here], A2, A3, A4, A5 , A6, A7

How do two sarcastic, shit talking people get into a relationship, you ask? Clearly, it starts with a mutual bond and understanding, and most importantly... respect.

Ever since he’d re-entered the plain of human life, Jinu and Rumi have been pushing Baby to get to know more people who weren’t Huntrix or the other Saja Boys. And his response was honestly just WHYYY??? In Baby’s opinion, since he left this plane of living, humans had grown more dull, less interesting. Truly, his death must’ve set humanity back decades in terms of how hilarious they were.  So being uninterested in humans was an understatement for how he felt.

That is, until Baby heard your music. Baby was obsessed with the quality of the music he and the Saja Boys produced, and from what he heard, you had to be some sort of older guy who’d been studying music for years. When he discovers you’re a prodigy around the age he portrays himself, he’s astounded. Baby takes some time, and over a few weeks, he manages to get in contact with your team and schedule a studio session with you. 

Baby is excited when he gets to your studio, but he’s mostly interested in what you might be like. The handful of other idols besides Huntrix he’d interacted with had been a rather unique cast of characters, but he could tell they were all well trained in what to say and how to interact with others; it was unsettling. 

So when Baby walks into the studio and sees you, he’s sort of caught off guard. By the first thing you say to him. 

“Platform shoes are a godsend for you, aren’t they…”  Y/n mutters, then gets up from their chair and walk over to Baby, observing the male closely out of curiosity. 

“Says the guy that's barely taller than me?” Baby retorts swiftly with a slightly annoyed expression. No one tended to comment on his height, this was new… he supposed, and somewhat refreshing.  

You scoffed at him. “Barely is a far stretch, but anyways… what brings you to my humble recording space?”  Y/n asked. Y/n then closed the door, having a seat on the sofa they’d brought into the studio. Baby walks around the space, looking at the posters on the wall and then at your computer and the project you had been working on before he got there. 

It was a simple beat, with some instrumentals, your team had briefed you on what Baby seemed interested in. So you thought you’d prep a song to minimise socialising for today, people tended to be rather annoying to work with, a reason why you chose to be solo. 

“Your sound, your writing, I mean, no normal person can write like you do, and so well, I mean, how many songs can someone write about kissing before they’re all the same or just plain old boring? But you keep it fresh, interesting…” Baby says, rolling his eyes as he observes the screen of your PC, looking at what you were working on before he got there. 

“I’m sorry, was that a compliment or?” Y/n asks with a cocked brow as he looks Baby up and down from his spot on the sofa. 

“What do you think, smartass?” Baby hums in return as he sits at your PC’s desk and hits play on the project you’d begun working on. 

Much to your surprise, Baby begins to freestyle on the beat you’d made, and two things, one, he seemed to be familiar with the music production process, two, he was rapping something pretty fire, you couldn’t lie. But you sure as hell would try.

You sat up and listened to his flow, and he actually managed to keep a good flow and cohesive lyrics until about halfway through the song. 

“I gotta say I’m impressed, I didn’t think you had it in ya.” You say, getting off the sofa after a moment and walking over to your PC. 

“There’s a reason I’m the main rapper of Saja Boys.” Baby informs you, and you just roll your eyes. 

“Okay, hot pocket, calm down. You’re decent at writing, though, so what do you want from me?” You ask as you look at him, then your PC’s screen, observing as he looks at the instruments you’d put in. “Besides, don’t you have a million writers and producers trying to work with you?” You continued questioning his motivations. 

“Well, none of them have your sound, your flavour and craftsmanship.” Baby begins looking at you. “They’re all selling generic tastes, flavours, packages to cram the Saja Identity into… You don’t do that, you’re freeform and evolving with each song you make… that’s what I’m trying to learn.” Baby finished. 

You’d never heard someone speak of your music like that before. Definitely not a member of a group far larger than you. It takes you a minute to gauge whether he’s sincere or not, but you don’t sense that sarcastic tone that marked the start of the conversation. It's somewhat funny, you’d been ridiculed by your previous label for not wanting to join their next boy group or even their conceptual coed group, yet here you were getting complimented from someone more successful than either of those groups they tried to fit you in. 

“...” Y/n stood behind Baby for a moment, processing those sincere words one last time. 

“Alright. Well, I put this together for us to work on, so we could work on it over the next few weeks, share tips and stuff with one another.” You offered Baby, waiting for his response. In honesty, you needed help writing some raps for an upcoming song, and you weren’t sure what you would’ve done until your team told you Baby wanted to work together. 

“Yeah, I’d like that. Are you free on Fridays? That’s when I have nothing much to do, but what skill should I expect you to be looking for?” Baby continues the conversation; he’d never expected himself to be interested in hanging out more with someone, yet here he was. 

“I may or may not need help with a rap verse,”  Y/n admits. 

“That’s not surprising, you’re a singer, not much of a rapper.” Baby says. “Especially not on your older projects, you had good flows, but you did better with the sung verses, in my opinion.” Baby says as he stands from your desk with a helpful smile on his face, while you glare translucent daggers, as a part of you knew his words were true. 

“Alright jackass. Not too much now, you reached out to me.” *Y/n interjects. Respecting the criticism but adjusting to the sudden tone shift about his production and sound.

“To save you embarrassing yourself once more.” Baby retorts with a confident look on his face that screams god and saviour complex. Your face scrunches as a result. 

“You fucking highlighter-headed motherfucker.” Y/n says back under his breath without breaking eye contact, his gaze cold and judgmental, but trying to maintain an air of sincerity and niceness. 

Baby just offers you a shit eating grin as he stares back at you. Then he pulls his phone out of his pocket and opens up his contact list, and hands you his phone. 

“Gimme your number so I don’t have to show up unannounced.” Baby informs you, and you do as he requested, also sending yourself a quick text so that you’d get his number in turn. 

Once done, you hand Baby’s phone back to him. “Did you want to work more together today?” Baby asks as he puts his phone away and looks back at the instrumental. 

“I mean I didn’t really write any lyrics, and I don’t have much stuff to show you right now, but if you come by next week, Thursday maybe I should have some stuff we can work on together” Y/n tells Baby and the highlighter cyan haired male nods his head in understanding. 

“Alright then, I’ll come by Thursday, see you ‘round” Baby says as he makes his way out of your recording space. As he leaves, you notice how he walks almost with an arrogance about him, but his wasn’t obnoxious like most others. 

The following week arrives swiftly, and both of you find yourselves looking forward to the studio session. In the days since your first meeting, you’ve both grown a respect for one another. Neither of you liked people too afraid to say what’s on their mind and it seemed that would be something you both could agree on. During the days that passed, you’d also sent him a couple of samples and snippets so that he too could work on writing stuff and coming up with production ideas for what you’d shown him or told him about.

At the studio, you’d set yourself up on the couch, wearing one of your merch hoodies, AC on the fritz and cranked to the max. You were finishing up some of the drafts for your rap verse on the song you needed help working on. You’d be dammed if you proved him write about your rap lyricism skills. You’d beautifully written about love, heartbreak, family, and you’d be further dammed if you couldn’t write a verse well enough to earn his respect. 

Eventually, Baby arrives, looking half asleep but not completely drained of life. His eyes immediately find the merch hoodie on Y/n’s torso, and he snickers. “Wearing your own merch? Really?” Baby then pauses, shivering as he notices the sheer cold in the recording studio. “Why the hell is it so cold in here??” 

“You hated on my hoodie, now look at you. But honestly, the AC in here is bipolar, it hasn’t worked all month, and today they cranked it for a stress test and now they can't turn it down.” 

Baby groans in frustration. He’d gotten rather accustomed to heat, humidity, yet even a sweater didn’t save him from the cold of this room. 

“You want to reschedule to a day the AC isn’t malfunctioning?” You offered him in slight concern. 

“Nah, I don’t wanna wait another week, and today is like the best day for this.” Baby says as he walks over to your set-up and looks at what you have opened up. “Is this the beat I freestyled on last time?” Baby asks, looking over at you.

“Yeah” Y/n gets off the sofa and walks over, sitting in his chair, and sliding one over for Baby to use. “I figured I should tidy it up a bit, seeing as you looked like you really liked it, and I now realise I probably should’ve done that with you so you can understand my production better…” You sigh and face palm at your lack of planning ahead. 

“Hey don’t worry we can just use that beat to help you practice rapping, you’ve already got the flow, so all we need to do is work on the lyricism, expand your vocabulary and what not” He says taking his seat and looking at all the projects you had in the folder. 

“What’s this one?” Baby asks pointing to the screen at one of the new beats you’d put together for today. 

The two then spend the better part of 3 hours going over some of the beats and production. Baby listens carefully to your words and he even tries a few of the ideas that pop into his head. Together you both work on refining some of those ideas. Though as you work, you can’t help but notice how he shifts uncomfortably, a consequence of the unbearable cold. 

“Hey, wait here” You say as you stand up, pausing the beat you were both listening to. You rush over to the couch and reach behind it, pulling out a box with ‘rejected merch’ scribbled on the side. You pull out a hoodie. “Take this, you keep fidgeting all over the place, and I don’t wanna be blamed for getting a top idol sick.” You say tossing the hoodie at him. He catches it and inspects it.

“Wow I’m not good enough for real merch?” He retorts slipping the hoodie on over his head. 

“Its seriously not that deep. These hoodies were just rejected ‘cause of the matching colours.” You say rolling your eyes as you sit once more and resume the work on the beat with him. If it weren’t for your words he wouldn’t have noticed that the colours of your hoodie matched the one you gave him, contrasting the parts of the hoodie that are coloured, and having a few hearts on them. He didn’t care enough to kick up a fuss about something like that though, and the colours were pretty good, and the hoodie isn’t half bad either.  

The rest of that day, you both spent working on rap lyricism. Baby of course hops into the booth and freestyles on a different beat to emphasise to you the importance of maintaining both your flow and lyrical cohesion. You then begrudgingly give it a try. And, once he’s done laughing, Baby gives you some tips on where you can improve. 

“Seriously, don’t try and rap those words together, it makes no sense.” Baby says whilst trying to contain a secondary burst of laughter. 

You just click your tongue, finishing up writing down the note he gave you about your freestyle verse over the beat. Luckily you’d recorded it so you could listen to it back and see where you could’ve made a stronger link, or done something more interesting and complex. 

“I was trying to make a link betwee-” You chime in, but Baby immediately cuts you off. 

“I know what you were trying to do, but that’s not the way to do it. Next time, I’ll show you some of the ways I try to navigate rapping.” Baby tells you with a smile, and you just sigh. 

You both had been in the studio for a handful of hours, and the rest of the people in the building had most likely left by now. Baby then gets a text on his phone from someone he has saved as ‘Platinum Emo’ asking him when he’s coming back to Saja Tower. 

“I should probably get going, it’s late…” Baby mutters once he notices the text, and he sounds almost sad to leave. 

“Awww. Is the highlighter gonna miss my company?” You ask him with a smirk, enjoying the banter you two get up to on occasion. 

“No, I’m gonna miss watching you embarrass yourself and call it rap.” Baby bites back with his words. You sit there flabbergasted. 

“Says the guy with literally no sense of direction? You got lost going down the hall to the left.” Y/n retorts, not taking the insult lightly. 

“The sign led me the wrong way.” 

“I told you where to go though?” 

Baby just huffs and rolls his eyes at you. He then goes to take off the hoodie but you stop him. 

“Keep it. I’ve literally got so many. And that way next time you won’t end up shivering for an hour.” You say to him, shutting off your PC and grabbing your laptop. 

“Oh, alright. Thanks I guess for the free, reject hoodie.” Baby says finally. “See you next week?” Baby says almost like a question, double checking you two would still be on. 

“Yeah. And if anything comes up I’d let you know in advance, so don’t worry about it.” You say to him. With that, you leave your recording space and lock the room up. The two of you walk out of the building together and wave goodbye to one another as you walk to your car and he walks towards his ride. 

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I just wanted to say thank you again to everyone who enjoyed my last work and the first entry in this series, which you can find here. Even though this is technically a prequel to the events of my first post, I didn’t expect so much engagement with it, and just knew I had to write another instalment in the greater series. But anyways, that’s all for now. See you guys in a couple of days with another work, I might experiment and write something for a different fandom for a change, or it might be another part of this series. I kinda do want to work on getting to the actual relationship of this fic, but oh well, who knows what I’ll wanna write, anyways, bye for now and stay safe!!!

Series Parts: A0, A1 [here], A2, A3, A4, A5 , A6, A7 Intro Post / Masterlist

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Baby Saja’s Secret Boyfriend Headcanons | A0

This is my first headcannons or fan content to enter the vxid of the internet, so please treat this and the following works well!!! 

Notes/Warnings: OOC Characters, Cursing, Male Reader

Series Parts: A0 [here], A1, A2, A3, A4, A5 , A6, A7

What if the Saja Boys survived? What if Rumi x Jinu, Zoey x Mystery and Mira x Romance x Abby all became a thing? What does this mean for Baby? And where does Y/n fit into all of this? Well, let's see…

After Gwi-Ma is defeated, Saja Boys team up with Huntrix to continue growing as idols, now focused on unifying people with their music, instead of stealing fans.

As established, the movie’s fan ships would be canon in this timeline after the Sajas atone for their crimes and the people they got killed.   

This all likely would be a year after the movie’s events, obviously sin the big fight where three Saja Boys are confirmed Dead? And two just run off. 

Y/n is a Solo Idol who would’ve debuted around the same time as Saja Boys. In a year, they’ve seen growth in smaller micro booms.

Y/n and Baby would’ve gotten to know each other in the immediate aftermath of the Gwi-ma fight, you’d be the human that Baby chose to get to know as part of becoming part of the human world again. 

Neither of you expected to catch feelings, but you did, and it never really came up, you both just began to kiss cheeks or hands, and soon it evolved into actual kissing on lips, dates in your apartment and general physical affection which is both of your love languages as talking out how you felt is too difficult for the emotionally constipated demon and well you. 

Similarly a label was never formally discussed just over time the banter shifter from ‘Shitty friend’ to ‘shitty boyfriend’ and you didn’t mind it. 

That shift was about 6 months ago, now you’ve been “officially” together for 6 months, and you’ve never put in effort into telling anybody, neither of you cared about the societal validation of a relationship, you also both understood idols can’t publicly date or face backlash, which you didn’t even care about the fans knowing anyways. 

The first one to find out is Bobby. He’d taken up helping Saja Boys establish themselves in the industry and had been working hard to set them up for success. 

One day, the Saja Boys had an important shoot, but nobody knew where Baby was. They tried texting, calling, searching Saja and Huntrix Tower, no sign. Eventually, Jinu takes the rest of the Saja Boys to the shoot whilst Bobby tries to find Baby. 

Bobby tried calling Baby one more time, but instead got a simple text in return. 

‘Sorry overslept. Come get him, wait outside the back door.’ And a GPS location shared with Bobby’s phone. 

Come get him??? Was Baby in danger? 

When Bobby got there, he found the back door and parked by it and waited, sending Baby a text just to let him know he was there. About 10 minutes later, there was Baby. 

Except Baby was cradled in your arms, asleep against your shoulder, ad you walked out the back door wearing one of Baby’s hoodies… Bobby didn’t know what was happening, but he unlocked the back door when you gestured to it and watched as you set the male inside, kissing his forehead before pulling back. 

“Sorry for the worry and inconvenience, he didn’t let me know that he had somewhere to be this morning” You say, bowing to Bobby solemnly before straightening yourself out and waving bye to the manager as you went back to your apartment. 

Eventually Baby wakes up on the drive to the shoot and when he doesn’t see you anywhere near, and Bobby explains what happened, Baby smiels a little texting you a thanks before explaining your relationship to Bobby, who feels better now that he knows, and everytime after that, he just automatically assumes if Baby’s not at either Tower he’s with you.

Next to find out is Zoey and Mystery. The duo had been bringing Baby along with them on dates, though they said it was ‘hangouts’ so that Baby would feel more included in the friend group and hopefully stop roaming off to who knows where without explanation. 

All this does is make Baby annoyed as he watches the couple hold hands and eat ice cream, then he realises he misses you, which annoys him further ‘cause you were shooting a new music video and would be busy all night, ‘cause he had to go and suggest a nighttime music video in the rain.  

Baby’s gloomy attitude is noticed by his ‘adoptive parents,’ who immediately offer to buy the demon some ice cream. 

“I’m not sad about the ice-cream, you two being so coupley is making me miss Y/n.” Baby says casually as though this were to be expected of him. 

Zoey and Mystery double-take as they realise what just left Baby’s mouth. Now they’d heard him speak of you before but the words all seemed rather unimpressed, annoyed or straight up angry like, ‘that fucking ridiculous smirk he has all the time.’ Though now, it's evident they may have misinterpreted the cause for the frustration with your token smile. 

“Why do you miss Y/n?” Zoey asks.

“Is it not normal to miss your boyfriend? Especially when he has stupid fucking work?” Baby huffs out, and Mystery’s jaw drops, the most expressive his face gets.

The casual boyfriend reveal is, of course, followed by numerous questions of how, why, and how long, etc. Baby handles the whole thing casually as though he didn’t hit them with an isekai truck’s worth of personal info in a random park at 6 pm. 

Next to learn has to be Mira. She learns for the simple reason of being observant, but not being bothered to ask questions. 

Mira notices how Baby shifts a little at the mention of your name, whether it be in conversation or news, and the fact that Baby gets generally more observant when you are the topic of discussion, whether it be for a potential collab or your latest works, music or choreography. 

Mira also noticed that Baby was texting and calling more, and had a faint smile when doing so. She notices how Baby’s wardrobe suddenly expands, including some shirts she’s seen you wear in public or performances.

Similarly, Mira observes how you also begin to wear items she’d associate with Baby in your performances and public appearances. Some fans seem to be nice too, but they are often dismissed as both Pride and your fans thought you and Baby disliked one another. 

After a while, Mira just realised it was most definitely what she suspected and moved on to the next thing to be observant of. 

Romance, Jinu and Rumi are the next to realise. It all started with Baby’s phone. Unattended in the Huntrix’s living room, or at least they thought it was Baby’s phone. It wasn’t until Romance turned on the device to passively check the time that he noticed something off. 

The phone’s wallpaper wasn’t a group photo of Saja or any of the things that Romance had seen on Baby’s lockscreen before; it was a picture of Baby. Not a selfie, a picture. This small fact caused Romance to snatch up the phone and power it on once more, only to be met with a secondary lock screen, two hands interlocked?!!?!

Romance screamed, catching the attention of Jinu and Rumi, who were fighting over the right details for a hat for Jinu’s bird, in hopes of returning the tiger’s. 

The duo came over and observed the phone screen, and both expressed surprise, as they’d never gotten Baby to see humans as his equals, though he tended to look down upon most persons, demons included. Either way, this was monumental news, and while the couple wanted to ask directly, Romance wanted to see what Baby would do if they didn’t know, how long it’d take the demon ot tell them. 

Romance eventually called Baby out of his room and asked Baby to unlock his phone and allow him and Jinu to use it to take a couple of notes for a possible rap in their next song. Baby shrugs and presses his thumb to the scanner, and to Romance’s surprise, the phone unlocks and is given to them before Baby returns to his bedroom to rest. 

Romance tries going through the phone to find any clues of Baby’s boyfriend’s identity but comes up empty-handed, realising that whoever Baby’s boyfriend was, the guy didn’t seem to take a lot of pictures of himself, mostly a camera roll full of pictures of Baby, food, or places. 

The only hint was the numerous notes with possible song lyrics, flows, and key changes, but somehow nothing personal. 

It's at that point Abbyy gets involved and finds out, as Romance sulks to him and Mira about Baby’s secret lover. Mira says nothing as it's not her place, nor does she care, though she tries to reassure Romance that it's no big deal. Abby, however, although he’s happy for Baby, he’s confused as to why Baby felt the need to hide his relationship or the comfort of telling them. Was there an issue with their relationship with Baby? Or was it that Baby’s partner wasn’t someone they’d approve of, and Baby knew this? 

The only way to find out would be to drag your partners and friends along to follow Baby to discover what sort of relationship dynamic he and his boyfriend had. 

Jump cut maybe an hour later, and rather than Baby going to a secluded park or going to a shopping area heavily disguised to meet this mystery man, Baby goes to a pretty mediocre-looking apartment building and enters through the back door. 

Rumi, Jinu, Abby and Romance peek over the ledge of a nearby roof, observing windows and balconies of the building Baby entered for signs of the male. Mira stands watch, wondering what Mystery and Zoey were up to as it had to be better than this, especially seeing as she already knew what he others would soon discover. 

Soon enough, they spot Baby through he window of the 10th-floor penthouse. 

“Wait, is that Y/n?!?!” Rumi asks in surprise as he recognises you as someone she’s been trying to get hold of to collab with for the past week. You and Baby stood silently in your apartment, staring at one another. They could see mouths moving and did their best to lip-read. 

“Are they fighting?” Romance questions in confusion. Abby hums in agreement, not particularly sure what was up, but not certain it was good. Then it happened. Baby grabbed you by the shirt collar, pulling you closer and glaring daggers at you. And what do you do?

You do the only reasonable thing. Your hand grabs his throat, and you glare back at him. Alarms go off in everybody’s head, except Mira of course, who sees this as what it is, but it’s too late. One jump cut later, she’s standing in front of your penthouse door as the others knock, wondering how dare you lay hands on Baby, and vice versa. 

Neither of you answered the door after 5 minutes, it burst open. Instead of seeing a physical altercation, or worse case, Baby reaping your soul, they find you and Baby against the wall across from the door. Your hands on the wall, trapping him in place as you both kissed each other with fierce intent, clearly trying to prove a point with your lips. 

“Uhm, what?” Abby says in surprise as he realises Baby isn’t in need of help.

“OH” Romance practically laughs in surprise and eagerness as Baby finally is in a relationship. “

Rumi and Jinu look happy for Baby, but are also caught off guard and clearly want to talk. “Uhm… Hey.” “Are you two seriously still kissing?” They both chime in. 

“We ignored you breaking in, why can’t you ignore us?” Baby announces from between you and the wall, his tone unimpressed in his voice despite all the kissing. 

“Why aren’t you more surprised?” Abby asks Mira as he looks between her and the scene as you and Baby refuse to pull apart, trying to wait out his friends. “I already figured it out like 2 months ago,” Mira responds, crossing her arms over her chest. 

Eventually, you and Baby relent, you break apart and entertain his friends, explaining how you two met and started dating. This also came ot the realisation that all this time Baby had been in a relation the second longest of everybodyin the friend group after Jinu and Rumi. 

Thank you so so much for reading this the entire way through. Feel free to send me a letter in the postbox for your own requests. I tend to try my best to envision a character’s personality from what I know of them. Definitely going to write more Baby Saja x Male Reader though, ‘cause I love male reader works the most as a guy, and I’m obsessed with him of all the Saja Boys.  Series Parts: A0 [here],A1, A2, A3, A4, A5 , A6, A7 Intro Post / Masterlist

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Like I said my fandom affiliations are random

Considering the fact I'm highly new to the Tumblr life series scene I'm unaware as to whether or not this has been discussed, but considering all the BEAUTIFUL stained glass iconography of our winners, if they were gods in a religion why would people pray to them? and for what? This gives me happy brain chemicals as I consider it. Like what is their godly domain, and why it's important for people to pray to them... I realise I could just ask someone their headcannosn about it honestly...

I'm thinking they'd be a pantheon like many religions have...

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I think I may genuinely do this... event though I'm currently writing a fanfic for another Fandom... and I have two of my own stories I'm working on, but hey what's one more? Right? Right....

Long long long ago...

Back in the peak of the pandemic, when things like BNHA were super popular, I had in mind the idea for an AU where there were active and known organisations of vigilantes, working on the grey line between heroes and villains. Some of their task forces even contain persons with non-hero-like quirks or full-blown being quirkless. Now note I'm unsure if this exists in the canon 'cause I never and still haven't watched MHA, it's idk my super power, and no I didn't not watch it be cool, I just forgot to and never got round to it. But back to the point I'm sure of where to place Midoriya in this AU, as technically that swan dive could've been intervened by one of these vigilantees and led him down a completely different life path. Who knows... I sure as hell don't the extent of my knowledge to as far asthe training arc in that forest with the wild wild pussy cats... anyways that's some fandom ramblings for you all <3

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Long long long ago...

Back in the peak of the pandemic, when things like BNHA were super popular, I had in mind the idea for an AU where there were active and known organisations of vigilantes, working on the grey line between heroes and villains. Some of their task forces even contain persons with non-hero-like quirks or full-blown being quirkless. Now note I'm unsure if this exists in the canon 'cause I never and still haven't watched MHA, it's idk my super power, and no I didn't not watch it be cool, I just forgot to and never got round to it. But back to the point I'm sure of where to place Midoriya in this AU, as technically that swan dive could've been intervened by one of these vigilantees and led him down a completely different life path. Who knows... I sure as hell don't the extent of my knowledge to as far asthe training arc in that forest with the wild wild pussy cats... anyways that's some fandom ramblings for you all <3

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Chaos? Not if you squint your eyes

Warning to anyone who decides to follow this page I cannot tell you what the split of content will be, just that there is one.

Like IDK what I'm doing here just that I like male reader inserts a lot

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finally reblogging this because I need it to be known how much I love a good Sero work, criminally underwritten character, especially with M!Reader

So like thank you so much for this one, amazing work, so fun and cute too

Totally Platonic: Sero Hanta

Authors Note: I love Sero sm so I tried to give him something nice, cause he’s so worth it

Pronouns: He/Him

Word Count: 1338

Warning(s): not proof read, unannounced pov switches, a idiots in love prompt

You and Hanta were the best of friends. You have known each other since the two of you started school. Which was shocking to a lot of people, not many friendships last from the beginning of school all the way up to senior year in high school. Especially because the two of you almost never fought, at least not seriously anyway. Mainly because you guys have known each other long enough to know exactly how to communicate with one another when the other is thinking or feeling a certain way.

However, no matter how well the both of you guys were at communicating with each other, you both sucked at communicating your guys’ romantic feelings for the other. That much was obvious. Hell, neither of you guys even recognized you guys had romantic feelings for the other boy. Everyone in 3-A knew this. How did they know? Well it could’ve been the hand holding in the halls, the longing looks you sent each other when in class, the soft smiles you guys had when you see each other, or maybe even the way you both perk up when the other is mentioned in a conversation. However the rest of 3-A was never a hundred percent certain. That was until Denki Kaminari, everyone’s favorite loudmouth who can’t keep their questions to themselves, brought on a conversation with Hanta and the rest of the Bakuquad early in the morning.

“Sero dude! What’s up with you and L/n?” The blond asked. Hanta looked between Denki and you, who was sleeping with your head laying in your arms on your desk. Shooting Denki a questioning look, the blonde elaborated.

“I mean— like how inmate are you guys?” The ash blond, who was previously pretending he wasn’t listening in, whipped his head to Denki. “It’s intimate. Stupid dunceface.” Katsuki corrected, emphasizing the word ‘intimate’ before grumbling out curses.“Intimate! Right! Thanks Bakubro, I’m not used to using that word outside of text.” Denki laughed, ignoring Katsuki’s snappy ‘don’t call me that’ and reasked his question. “How intimate are you and L/n?”

Hanta looked at your sleeping figure before pointing at you. “That L/n?” Denki nodded vigorously as he leaned across his desk. “Me and Y/n are fine, I guess?”

Denki didn’t seem to like that answer and continued. “Would you kiss him?”

Hanta glanced at you and then back at Denki, thinking. With a hum he nodded to himself. “I mean, I’d totally make out with him but like— platonically, you know?”

Now if the other kids who were waiting for class to start weren’t listening before, they sure as hell are now. Hanta shot a questioning look to the class as he now realized everyone was staring at him. He was confused. Did he say something wrong? He just answered his friend’s question.

No one was really sure what to say to the ravenette. Like how does one respond to someone else saying they’d like to make out with someone platonically. That “someone” being their best friend.

After a moment of silence, Eijiro being the manly saint he was, spoke up for everyone else in the room. “… Serobro— my dude… you can’t make out with someone platonically.”

Hanta’s brows furrowed as he looked at the dyed redhead, attempting to see if he was messing with him before realizing the redhead was being serious. He let out an airy chuckle at his friend’s silliness. “Of course you can! We’ve done it like, so many times already.”

The class president, Iida, who was compelled to scold everyone in this conversation from the beginning but remained quiet due to his own curiosity, finally decided to speak up. “Sero! L/n! That is completely inappropriate!” He waved his hands in a chopping motion. Before he could continue to attempt to lecture Hanta and the sleeping male, who was unaware he was even being scolded in the first place, he was cut off by Katsuki.

“Are you serious right now, soy sauce?! Are you and lazy eyes that oblivious?!” The explosive blond shouted.

The noise making the other mentioned male stir in his sleep and slowly sit up from his desk, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Katsuki snapped his head to the tired boy. “Oi! Lazy eyes! You like Soy sauce, right?!”

“Huh? Like soy sauce?… Do you mean Hanta?” Y/n said as he rubbed his right eye.

“Of course I mean him! Idiot!” The blond shouted, making most of the class flinch at the volume. The previously sleeping male just ignored the blond’s loudness and looked to his childhood friend before looking back at the ash blond.

“Yeah, of course I like Hanta.” He yawned.

“Thank god one of you knows how they feel about the other stupid extra!-“ Katsuki was cut off.

“Hanta is my-“ Y/n yawned again. “My best friend. Why wouldn’t I like him?”

The class watched as Katsuki’s left eye twitched. The blond was annoyed as hell at the two childhood friends. That much was clear.

With a harsh turn and click of the tongue Katsuki glared at both males before rubbing his temple with one hand and turning to sit back at his desk. “Idiots. You’re both idiots.” The ash blond grumbled curses under his breath before kicking his legs up onto his desk and arms behind his head, trying to relax before he stressed himself out. Iida immediately forgetting about being offended by being cut off earlier and turning his focus onto lecturing Katsuki about putting his feet on the desk.

With that everybody but the Bakusquad, minus Katsuki who’s getting lectured and Mina who wasn’t there yet, turned back to do their own things before school started. Some were pulling out their phones and texting the people who would totally want to know what went down but was unfortunately not present at the time, and told them all about what happened. Others preparing for class or getting lost in their own thoughts.

Hanta and Y/n shot each other a look before turning to Eijiro and Denki. “What the fuck was that about?” Hanta asked them.

Eijiro looked at Denki with a raised eyebrow before looking back to the ravenette.

“Nothing Serobro, don’t worry about it.” He smiled before turning back around in his seat and getting on his phone to do god knows what. Kaminari on the other hand pouted and turned around, no longer sitting in his seat backwards and using Hanta’s desk.

Y/n and Hanta turned back to each other, both giving each other a ‘what was that about’ look before frowning in confusion. Neither of them coming to an understanding of what just occurred. Y/n was sleeping during a good portion of the conversation so he was completely lost from the beginning. Hanta on the other hand was confused about what the hell their friends meant by their statements and random questions. Was something wrong with his and Y/n’s relationship? Were they implying they liked each other in a non-platonic way? Surely not right? Or were they just jealous that the two of them got along so well? That could be it… but Hanta doesn’t really feel like he could ever be that close with the rest of his friends, no matter how jealous they got. He isn’t completely sure why though.

All of a sudden Hanta was snapped from his thoughts as Aizawa Sensei came into the class. Apparently he had got so caught up in his confusion he didn’t realize his other classmates had entered the room and class had started.

The ravenette turned to his friend to get his attention knowing the [h/c] haired male probably went back to sleep. To Hanta’s surprise, he made eye contact with the other.

Yeah, things between them were totally platonic. The two smiled at each other and shared a short laugh before turning to face the front. Both unaware of their flushed faces and racing hearts were telling them the complete opposite.

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