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N-X-211, Ryan NYP "Spirit of St Louis", NASM, Washington DC, August 1974 by Gordon Riley Via Flickr: This is the original “Spirit of St Louis” in which Charles Lindbergh carried out the first solo, non-stop crossing of the Atlantic on 20th-21st May 1927. The flight was from New York to Paris, a distance of 3,610 miles and took 33 ½ hours. The NYP (which stands for New York Paris) was based on a standard Ryan M-2 mailplane. It had a longer wingspan and a massively increased fuel capacity. The cockpit was moved rearwards and the engine moved forwards, allowing the large main fuel tank to be situated over the centre of gravity. This arrangement meant that the pilot could only see forward using a periscope. The engine is a Wright Whirlwind J-5C 9-cylinder radial engine, producing 223hp. After returning from France, Lindbergh and the NYP carried out a tour of the United States and then flew nonstop from Washington to Mexico City, visited Colombia, Venezuela and Puerto Rico (among others) before flying nonstop from Havana to St Louis. Flags of all the countries visited were painted on the cowling. The NYP's final flight was from St Louis to Washington on 30th April 1928, after which Lindbergh presented her to the Smithsonian Institution for preservation. She was hung in the Arts and Industries Building until 1976 when she moved to the then new Air and Space building. She is now displayed in the ‘Boeing Milestones of Flight Hall’ (Gallery 100/200).

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description: in which leah williamson’s younger sister is in a two year relationship with alessia russo and has just won two gold medals at the world gymnastic championships

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alessia russo x female reader

disclaimer: I am in no way saying alessia russo is gay or bi-sexual this is all fiction

warnings: not much, slight language and a lil bit of sexual content

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y/n what a team, what a time - i love you all and see you soon!! ❤️

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username1: CONGRATULATIONS YOUR BEAM ROUTINE WAS MINDBLOWING 😭😘😘

teamgb: 2 golds, 3 silvers not too bad xoxo 🫡

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y/n: ❤️❤️

simonebiles: so proud! remember when you were just a little thing competing ! can hardly keep up with you now! 🩷

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y/n: I have been so grateful for all your support and coaching - even if i am team gb all the way! 😜😘

leahwilliamsonn: so so so so so proud of you, loved watching every second, you continuously make me proud little one !! ❤️😭

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y/n: ilysm sis ❤️

izzy.songhurst: GOWAN Y/N - SHES THE QUEEN OF THE BEAM AND THE FLOOR ROUTINE 🩷

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y/n: I EXPECT YOU TO FOLLOW SOON BRONZE THIS YEAR GOLD THE NEXT ❤️

alessiarusso99: I am so proud my baby <3

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y/n: You helped more than you will ever know my love xx

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ellatoone: 🤢🤢

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y/n: @joebunney come get your girl 🙄

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ellatoone: all gross love aside, well done our girl!! 😗

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y/n: 😊😗

maxwhitlock: Absolute legend, BRING ON Paris 😎😎

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y/n: 🇫🇷🇫🇷

username2: she was so good!!!! 😩😩

username3: She is SO pretty 🥺🥺

username4: WHY DID I NOT REALISE SHE WAS WITH ALESSIA??? 🤯🤯

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username5: THEY HAVE BEEN TOGETHER FOR TWO YEARS?!!!!!

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username6: and their instas are basically shrines to each other wtf????

katie_mccabe11: showin them all how it’s done! xx

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y/n: took lessons from u clearly xo

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bethmead_: nahhh got it from me 😌😊

caitlinfoord: that photo of us all in the caps tryna be inconspicuous omg 😭

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y/n: lesbians united ig??

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username7: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

britishgymnasticsofficial: ❤️❤️

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alessiarusso99 day in day out you have worked incredibly hard for this, never resting, never giving up. Words cannot express how proud I was seeing you receive those medals. I love you baby, well done amore mio xxx ❤️

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leahwilliamsonn: this is cute and also sickening …

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y/n: OI

username1: this IS the CUTEST THING 😭😭

username2: I NEED A RELATIONSHIP LIKE THIS NOW 😡😡

y/n: I love you so much baby! Thank you for being one of my biggest strengths! <3

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alessiarusso99: always xo

lucybronze: sickeningly cute! WELL DONE Y/N 🩷

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y/n: THANKS BESTIE 🩷

ellatoone: ew cooties

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y/n: ew ella toone

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alessiarusso99: behave you two!!

katie_mccabe: KISSING?? BEFORE MARRIAGE?

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jbeattie91: SHAMEFUL

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bethmead_: HOW DARE THEY!

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alessiarusso99: children… the lot of you 🙄

mbrighty04: loving this !! GO y/n!!

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y/n: 🥺😗

racheldaly3: LOVING YOU TWO!! 😩😩

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y/n: love you Rach!! 😘

viviannemiedema: WELL DONE BABY WILLIAMSON 🩷

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y/n: LOVE YOU TALL PERSON 🩷

esme.morgan: 🩷🩷🩷

username3: I feel like less is out of her league…

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username4: Yeah i feel like She would be happier with someone else 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

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ellatoone: We don’t.

arsenalwfc: We LOVE supportive girlfriends 😫💋

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username5: WE LOVE THE ARSENAL ADMIN

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y/n best thing about getting to rest?

Getting to join arsenal women training ofc 🥹 (oh and getting to yell at Katie cause J is cool like that :))

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username1: hahahah she was allowed to go to training 😭😭

katie_mccabe11: I DON’T understand I was ONSIDE !

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y/n: na never

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katie_mccabe11: i hate you sm

arsenalwfc: Loved having you! content incoming gooners…

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username2: AHHHHH

alessiarusso99: cannot believe my team didn’t win honestly 🙄

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y/n: Just because you kiss me doesn’t mean I will give the foul! 🤷‍♀️

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leahwilliamsonn: THATS MY GIRL - don’t give into seduction 😩😘

ellatoone: real question is … Did you take a shot?

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y/n: Nahhhh didn’t wanna embarrass the girlies too much

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bethmead_: yeah yeah, keep talking Williamson

caitlinfoord: Honestly best ref we have EVER had 🩷

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y/n: Love youuuuuu Foordy 🩷

username3: How ? Was ? She ? Allowed ? In ? Training ? 😭😭

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username4: Well, she’s Leah’s sister and Lessi’s gf so I suppose they all like her !

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username5: Suppose? The entire team LOVES her !

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The camera zooms back from the Arsenal badge to show Alessia, Katie and y/n sat at a table laughing and they all smile at the camera.

“Hi I’m Alessia Russo.” Katie begins, Alessia laughing as she shakes her head.

“I’m y/n Williamson.” Alessia adds, causing y/n to glare.

“And I’m Katie Mccabe.” y/n says, a mock Irish accent in her voice which causes Alessia to giggle.

“Oi!” Katie says, leaning over to try and smack the younger girl but Alessia’s sharp light slap to Katie’s hand stops her.

“Ha!” y/n grins as Katie hisses like an angered cat.

“That’s not fair! She’s got her guard dog with her.” Katie jokes at the camera as Alessia rolls her eyes but she smiles none the less.

“Anyway…” y/n begins dragging out the ‘y’. “Today we are doing...” y/n begins. "What are we doing?" She then asks, causing the spectators to laugh.

The spectators in question were, Leah, Beth and Vivianne, all of who were sat happily on the sofa, watching the three on camera.

"Who knows who best." Katie says, Alessia rolling her eyes playfully when she realises they have been tricked into a couple's challenge for the youtube.

It was no secret the fans loved Alessia and y/n together, consistently finding their relationship adorable and loving the small amounts of content they were sometimes given.

"So, both Less here and baby Williamson, have whiteboards and they will be asked questions by me, of course, and have to write the answer down." Katie explains.

y/n holds up her whiteboard excitedly, her eyes sparkling as she grinned at the camera, missing the way her blonde lover smiled softly at her, eyes filled with soft love.

"Then, whoever gets the most right, wins." Katie says, she then picks up a card. "Right, what are Russo's two preferred positions?" Katie asks.

"Easy!" y/n grins as she begins to scribble across the board, Alessia chuckling as she does the same.

They two turn their boards around, Alessia smiling proudly at her girlfriend when she sees they have the same initials.

"Well done baby!" Alessia grins and y/n's cheeks flush at the term of endearment even after all their time together.

"Aw look at her!" Katie teases, leaning over to pinch y/n's cheek between her fingers, however the sharp hit which stops her makes her pout. "Again?" Katie whines at her fellow teammate.

y/n however grins at her protector, leaning over to peck her cheek sweetly, before glaring at her sister who fake gagged in disgust at the show of affection.

"Okay, movin' on." Katie hums. "What is y/n's favourite apparatus?" She asks before scoffing. "Even I know that!" She adds.

y/n smiles as she quickly writes her answer, Alessia doing the same as they count down from 3 before flipping their boards 'floor' both bright against the white.

"I knew that!" Beth says excitedly and y/n grins at her.

"I've always loved it, and found it so fun." y/n explains.

"Scares me half to death." Alessia denies as she remembers all the times she had watched her girlfriend jump and flip too high for her liking.

"It's my job Less." y/n defends with a laugh.

As the game continues it is clear the two girls know each other very well, both of them getting the other's question continuously correct until it was neck and neck and the last question.

"What is y/n's favourite beam dismount?" Katie asks.

Alessia pauses, shock in her face as she realises she doesn't know. Leah's mouth drops at the fact her sister's girlfriend doesn't know this and y/n looks mildly amused as she writes down.

"I don't know." Alessia admits. "I have no clue." She adds and Katie gasps as y/n turns her board around. Showing the g-valued dismount in black ink.

"Double tuck back salto with full twist." y/n says simply.

"Because you can land it every time." Alessia realises with a groan covering her face with her hands as Katie names y/n the winner.

As filming wraps up and y/n helps the crew put their things away, two lanky arms wrap around her waist and pull her into a corridor she didn't recognise.

"Can't believe you didn't know my dismount." y/n teases. "I mean, I love you so much, and know everything about you, but you don't even know my famous dismount." y/n continues.

Alessia whines, her lanky body pressing to the front of her girlfriend's as she buries her head in her lover's neck, causing her to have to bend quite a bit.

"Stop." Alessia huffs. "Its so many words to remember." She adds as y/n shakes her head.

"Don't love me." She teases as Alessia shuts her up with a chaste yet deep kiss.

The blonde striker's hands tighten around her waist, pulling her closer as her fingertips seemingly bruise into y/n's body from the strength of her grip.

The blonde angles her head down and left, giving her a better angle to press herself against her lover, her tongue pushing against y/n's slowly opening mouth.

After a moment of tongues clashing, the kiss slows Alessia's hands sliding up to gently cup y/n's face before keeping their lips pressed softly together for a moment more.

"Still think I don't love you?" Alessia asks, pulling away slowly, her teeth pulling y/n's bottom lip with her slightly.

y/n cannot function for a moment, the deep kiss sucking all the oxygen from her head and ability to breath from her body, the only thing in her mind being the smell of her girlfriend's perfume.

"I think you should do that once more, just so I'm sure you do." y/n smiles after regaining her ability to speak.

"Gladly, amore mio." Alessia murmurs, before moving her head back down to kiss her lover once more. After what felt like seconds, the two still pressed deeply together a shout ran out.

"MY EYES!"

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alessiarusso99 just posted

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alessiarusso99 she’s my favourite person idk <3

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username1: AWWWWWWWWW

y/n: i love you baby <3

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ellatoone: ‘i love you baby’ 🤢

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mbrighty04: hahahahahahahahahahahhahaha

leahwilliamsonn: my eyes will never recover 😩

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y/n: #sorrynotsorry

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alessiarusso99: #imaccsorry

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y/n: she’s not …

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katie_mccabe11: leah’s shout of horror will never leave me 😭

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username2: what happened ?!?! I NEED TO KNOW 😂

username3: CUTEEEEEEEEEE

izzy.songhurst: 😍😍😍

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y/n: 🩵🩵

username4: OI OI OI

caitlinfoord: KISSING? LIKE THIS? AT YOUR AGE ??

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bethmead_: HOW AWFUL 😩

keirawalsh: you two are so cute !! xx 🥺

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y/n: love youuuuu xx

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lucybronze: you two are so gross !! xx 🥺

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y/n: count your days Bronzey

maxwhitlock: 🫶🫶

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y/n alexa play baby by Justin Bieber

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alessiarusso99: my love

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katie_mccabe11: so gross 🙄

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y/n: i’ll fight you mccabe i swear 🤛

ellatoone: banger of a tune

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alessiarusso99: hundred percent 🫶

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y/n: AND I WAS LIKE BABY BABY BABY

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ellatoone: OOOH LIKE BABY BABY BABY OOH

username1: 🥺🥺🥺

username2: 🔥🔥

izzy.songhurst: cuties

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y/n: love ya xx

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alessiarusso99: thanks Iz ! x

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leahwilliamsonn: 🙄😍

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y/n: 🖕❤️

simonebiles: my babies are so cute !!!!

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y/n: 💙💙

username3: 😫😫😫😫😫

kyracooneyx: i was so in love with him 🥲

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y/n: it’s okay we all have a phase 😔

bethmead_: viv why can’t we be cute like this ?!!

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viviannemeidema: because we are not as cute as this 🤷‍♀️

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y/n: 😶😶

username4: I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

stanwaygeorgia: GROSS

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leahwilliamsonn: no no let’s hear her out

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we love baby Less 🥺🥺

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a/n: I saw a video of just Chan smiling and my heart melted.

bang chan x gn! reader (no pronouns mentioned) 211 words, open ending bc I couldn’t think of anything, pure fluff.

“What are you staring at?” Chan asked, looking up at you from his seat on the couch. “Hm? Something on my face?” He prompts, fingers reaching up to brush against his mouth.

You shake your head, your fingers following his, tracing the outline of his lips, dimples, and cheeks. “Your smile’s pretty.” Chan drops his head, shyness creeping in and showing on his face. A rosy blush and a downcasted smile from trying to suppress it. “My beautiful boy.”

He looks up at you with fond eyes, tiny squeaks of laughter escaping when you lightly pinch his cheeks. “What’s gotten into you, hm?”

“Nothing. I just love you.” The flushed expression comes back, hands coming up in a futile attempt to hide his reaction. “I love your smile.”

You tell him again, and again, and again. Drinking in the reaction that it stirs; rosy cheeks, a dimpled smile, a shy giggle, and crescent-shaped eyes adorned with wrinkles at the edges.

He looks to you with stars in his eyes, like you were the one who placed each constellation in its place. Like you were the one that hung the moon and sun. He whispers his gratitude, laces your fingers with his, and draws you near, pressing delicate kisses to your temple.

#bang chan x reader #bangchan x reader #chan x reader #skz x gn reader #skz imagines #skz scenarios #stray kids x gender neutral reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #bang chan x gender neutral reader #bang chan x y/n #bang chan fluff

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Legends Are Made | Lewis Hamilton x Female Reader

Summary : 9 months after Ayrton Senna's fatal crash , Y/N Senna Da Silva was born in Rome , Italy and was defined by destiny carrying the same talent as her father's . At the very young age of 2 Y/N developed an interest upon her father's job and then entered the fascinating world of F1 . Growing up and moving from F3 to F2 her dream to bring back her father's legacy seemed to finally come true , when she joined the Mercedes AMG Petronas team , becoming the first woman on the F1 grid . What she did not expect was that she would fall in love with an 5 times world time F1 champion , Lewis Hamilton .

TW : Mentions and descriptions of Ayrton Senna's fatal crash from the autopsy , Max is super mean upon the reader ( Red Bull is an absolute shit in this ) , anxiety and panick attacks , a lot of angst(y feeling's ) , tears ( both of sadness and happiness ) , Ayrton visit's the reader ( I was crying when I wrote this ) , but extreme fluff towards the end .

This idea came up to me back in May 1 of this year , and while I was listening to the song above Legends Are Made by Sam Tinnesz , I could not help myself and think of all the things that could have happened if Ayrton had a daughter with the same talent . After 3 months working on this I finally finished it .

Just remember that English is not my first language , so if you spot any mistakes just bare with me . ( It is a tw on it's own ) .

PS : I do not usually pour my entire heart and soul on every imagine that I write , but I actually did in this one - and I am proud of it - I hope you like it . I was literally crying the whole time .

Edit : Still crying .

19k words - i got reallyy away with this one

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May , 1 1994 Imola , Italy - San Marino Grand Prix

Lap 7 . . . the  car left the racing line at Tamburello and ran in a straight line off the track and struck an unprotected concrete barrier .

He tried to brake down .

He really did .

The car hit the wall at a shallow angle, tearing off the right front wheel and nose cone with 211 km/h .

" Ayrton Senna crashed after the Tamburello corner and smashed with the barrier . Red Flag . The safety car is on it's way . We may need an ambulance for this . " The presenter said with an anxious tone in his voice .

Ayrton tried moving his head but the pain was insufferable .

After that he lost his vision and everything turned black .

" Ayrton Senna Da Silva , a truly staggering talent is dead at the age of 34 years old , after crashing his W16 on the concrete barrier . We lost without any doubt one of the best or maybe the best F1 racing driver." The same presenter said after a couple of hours after the incident .

Ayrton Senna Da Silva - your father - was dead .

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January 8th 1995 , Rome , Italy

It was a sunny but cold day when your mother gave birth to you .

Y/N Senna Da Silva . . . the one and only daughter of the F1 champion Ayrton Senna .

You did not know it yet but you would grow up without your dad .

Although you carried something very special within your heart .

His talent was passed over to you , something that your mother tried desperately to avoid .

At the young age of 2 , after watching for the first time a F1 race , one of your dad's , you could not help but wonder about all these fast cars that were racing in big circles .

You were amazed by the colors and the sounds of the engine's .

Your mother did everything in her power to keep you away from F1 and she thought she had succeeded , until one day when she picked you up from the Kindergarten you were crying and sniffling your nose.

When she asked you what happened the only answer you could give was more tears and the phrase " The other kids say that I don't have a dad , because he left me . "

That phrase still keeps you and your mother awake at night .

After that incident she decided to show you one of your father's races.

You loved it .

Little did she know that you had the same talent as your father and she could not keep you away from it .

After a couple of months , you entered the F1 worlds by going into karting .

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By the time you were 15 years old , you were able to perfectly drive a F3 car . Your coach said that it would be too easy for you to move from karting to F3 and then F2 .

" You are just like your father . " Your mother said to you on your first big crash .

You had a few big scratches but nothing that could stop you from raicing .

" What do you mean ? " You asked her back trying to convince your mother on telling you more .

After a few hours of you talking you found out more information about your father's tragic death .

" I saw it live on the TV . He was motionless . He had so many injuries ih his head . There was so much blood . You could see it from afar . Thereafter he did not move again . He called me before the race saying that he had a feeling , that something bad will happen to him."

" How ironic " She thought .

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' The resemblance is almost scary . ' You thought while you were looking at your debut photo , that the Mercedes AMG Petronas team had published .

It was 100 % sure that you were your father's daughter .

You had the exact same curls at the end of your hair , big honey color doe eyes , that cute little nose and those same full dark pink lips .

You even had the same stance .

Same fashion style . Heck even some clothes of his where now on your closet .

You were practically the same .

But you were not on the same F1 team .

While your father had the best time in McLaren , you joined the Mercedes AMG Petronas team in 2015 .

Being 25 years old you became the youngest amongst everyone , but what made it even worse is that you were the first woman on the F1 grid .

The night before your first public appearance you couldn't sleep .

You were worried and anxious .

Thinking about people's opinions made it even worse that it already was .

Getting up you decided to go to the kitchen at take those sleeping pills your doctor prescribed for you .

And before you knew it you entered the dream space - or so you thought .

" You know that you can not go on like this for long right ? " A man's voice spoke from your left side of the bed .

A voice you have heard before but can not pinpoint exactly where .

" This is not a dream Y/N you can answer me . "

Y/N .

He knows my name .

' I know his voice . ' You thought .

And then it hit you right in the face .

" Dad ? " You asked tears on your face while you where slowly turning to his direction .

He smiled .

He smiled to you .

Your dad smiled to you .

Suddenly you felt someone embracing you - a soft kiss on your forehead .

You hugged him back .

Your dad was here - hugging you and telling you he loves you .

" I am always with you , you are safe . " He told you .

By now you were crying uncontrollably .

" I love you so much Y/N . "

" Do not leave me alone dad . Please . " You begged him through sobs.

" Never Y/N . I love you ." He said to you one last time before you fell asleep .

And he was right .

He never left your side .

You woke up after 8 hours of sleeping , with his cross on your nightstand beside the photo you had of him .

You were safe .

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One year had passed since you first saw your father for the first time .

Everything was going great with the team - almost .

You and Lewis Hamilton were practically best friends by now .

' The best duo on the whole grid ' . Everyone said .

Fans going crazy on Twitter shiping both of you .

You had become great friends with Daniel Riccardo and Carlos Sainz.

You had a good relationship with Fernando Alonso and Perez although you did not talk much , but you respected each other .

You and Valtteri Bottas became buddy's through Tiffany and you had the best time pranking Lewis .

Sebastian Vettel was something else entirely .

He respected you and helped you in any way possible . Being the oldest one in the grid helping others with his own ways , made him the father of the grid .

The only one who did not speak to you was Verstappen .

Max Verstappen .

He looked at you with such hate .

Did not talk at you .

Even when you had to sit net to him in interviews he always switched seats with somebody else .

Atleast you were thankful that nothing ever happened .

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Two years had passed by .

The best two years of your life .

Your relationship with Lewis was stronger than before .

At least that's what you thought from your part .

You liked him .

Actually you liked him even more than a friend .

God you even loved him at this point .

But you desided to keep it to yourself , not wanting to mess up your frienship or even worse jeopardize your partnership .

Valtteri joined Mercedes and for once you though that they would ask you to transfer , but Toto Wolff would never do it . Especially after watching you getting close to Susie an having the best time babysitting their kids .

In the Brazilian GP of 2017 you finished first place earning the respect of Kimi Raikkonen and becoming close buddy's .

You were always sending food posts and memes in each other and you even died from laughter when you first watched Jackass while babysitting his kids .

Everything was going great until the Abu Dhabi GP .

Valtteri finished first , Lewis second , Sebastian third , Kimi fourth , you fifth and in the sixth place Max .

You had overtake him in last possible minute earning your place in your father's hometown - something that Max did not like at all and decided to make it show in the press conference later .

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" My name is Joseph from the F1 Magazine and my question is for Miss Y/N Senna . Y/N you were so good today and I am a 100 % that next year you will win the Championship . I can not help but wonder though and it is something that a lot of people are asking - today you came in the grid with some of your father's clothes . Is there a particular reason ? " He asked you .

" I actually do it all the time since some of his clothes fit me and I believe that he had the best style back then and since now Lewis has stolen that place I need to bring it back . " You answered smiling and making a little joke about Lewis that alot of people loved .

Especially him .

" That is great . My next question is for everyone and it is about what cars do you drive . Can we start with Mr . Vettel . " The interviewer asked with a smile .

" Well I have a Golf . " Carlos said and everybody laughed .

" And you Max ? " The guy asked him .

" I drive a Ferrari , not like someone else that drives a Golf or an almost 30 year old car . " Max said hating on Carlos and you .

You drove your father's famous red Honda NSX and actually own a really big percentage of the Honda NSX cars and you were extremely proud about it .

" Okay . See you on Twitter . " Carlos said know full well that Max is going to get so many new haters .

Sebastian was not proud , Kimi was laughing at Max's stupidity , Daniel was embarrassed and Lewis was furious .

" Y/N what do you have to say about this ? " The guy named Joseph asked you .

" First of all I agree with Carlos and second I am proud of driving such a car . Actually you can ask Mr. Mibe the CEO of Honda and he can assure you that my 30 year old Honda's are far more better that just a plain Ferrari . Thank you . " You answered making everyone in the room speechless .

" Well I totally agree . " Sebastian said laughing .

" She owns the division of the Honda Acura , she can buy all the Ferrari's he owns and plenty more . " Kimi said making everyone speechless again .

Carlos was right , because Twitter was going wild after the press conference was published .

__________

To say that you were mentally drained was a statement .

You were currently crying your eyes out .

Lewis and his dog Roscoe were on your side .

" I just wished the season didn't end like this . " You said while Lewis was hugging you .

" It's okay silly , everyone is on your side . Look even Kimi talked after a really long time . " Lewis said and you both laughed .

Suddenly you were both looking at each other in the eyes and before you noticed it Lewis had capped your face in his palms and pressed his lips at you .

You were so shocked that you did not realize that you had not kissed him back .

Your unresponsiveness made him believe that he was getting wrong .

'' I am so sorry Y/N I kno that you did- " Lewis said but you interupted him .

" Why did you stop ? " You asked him making him froze in his tracks .

It is safe to say that he kissed you back again something that went on about hours and hours on end until Roscoe got jealous of it and started to bark in your faces .

You stayed in Lewis hands for a while , until a scared Toto stormed inside the room .

" Next GP ? Imola , San Marino circuit . " He announced for both of you to hear , but was looking directly at you .

Imola , San Marino - where your father had lost his life .

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May , 1 2018 Imola , Italy - San Marino Grand Prix

"Today's atmosphere is heavy . We are in San Marino , Imola circuit where Ayrton Senna lost his life . Now we are waiting for the race to start as we have Y/N Senna Da Silva driving for the Mercedes AMG Petronas team . Toto Wolff specifically asked for the press to not be outside of the Mercedes pit . Y/N is already anxious and worried enough . We hope and pray for the best . In my opinion she is the best driver of this generation . " The same presenter that witnessed your father's death , spoke about you .

' 5 minutes till the race start's ' . You said to yourself .

You were inside your car , wearing your father's famous yellow helmet, his cross on your neck inside of your clothes .

Lewis had begged you not to do it .

Daniel and Carlos were totally afraid .

Kimi had retired .

Sebastian knew that it was dangerous but you wouldn't badge .

Your boyfriend - Lewis - was looking at you , pleading you with his eyes from his car to not do it .

Valtteri did not intervene .

You started from P4 , Sebastian in P3 , Valtteri in P2 and Lewis in P1 .

And the race started .

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You don't know how many laps you had done , you weren't counting them .

Everytime you approached the Tamburello racing line until you pass it , your heart was dropping on your stomach , you had trouble breathing .

You were thinking of him .

You thinking about your father .

Your mind was your enemy at this point telling you to 'look at the corner' .

You heart your companion was telling you 'do not look at the corner' .

'What if I lose control of the car and smash into the barier ? '

' What if I die ? '

' Mom is going to be devastated . '

'Lewis . . . oh my Lewis . . . '

' What if ? '

But despite your heart telling you to not look at the corner near the racin line in Tamburello , you did it and what you saw made everything stop .

__________

It is like you were watching the scene unfold it's self from afar .

You were back in 1994 .

Your car was on the other side of the road parked - you standing at the side of it .

Suddenly your father's car ran off the track and was struck an unprotected concrete barrier at 211km/h .

You could hear everything .

You could see everything .

You could smell everything .

Blood -

Your father's blood -

Tears streamed on your face like falls , your hands trembling while you were running to your father to save him .

But Death was far more powerful .

Before you could go and grab him , a hand engulfed your right wrist .

Your dad was standing besides you - his unconscious body still inside the car .

You started panicking , blindness covering your eyes - head dizzy .

" Y/N breath for me come on honey listen to me . " Your dad instructed you .

Trying to concentrate on your father's voice , you did not see his body getting lift out ofthe car , bones broken , blood everywhere .

After a while your father took you back to the side of your car , watching himself being lifted into a helicopter .

" What was the last thing you felt ? " You asked him .

" The taste of blood in my mouth and pain . " He answered calmly .

" I love you dad . " You said to him and hugged him again searching for his embrace .

You cried again .

" I love you too . Stop unsettling your mind with uneasy thoughts and go finish that race . Okay champion ? " Your father said to you before placing a soft kiss on your forehead .

Suddenly you were inside you car racing at 211km/h passing the Tamburello racing line - with your father's voice saying that he loves you watching him with tears in your eyes waiving at you from the corner .

__________

" AND Y/N SENNA DA SILVA IS THE WINNER OF THE IMOLA GRAND PRIX AND THE F1 WORLD CHAMPION OF 2018 " . The presenter scream in his microphone when your car overtook Sebastian's and finished in 1st place .

Your team was screaming , but all you could see and hear was your father saying ' I love you ' and ' I am so proud of you ' .

Only when Lewis hand landed on your shoulder you looked up - at him with tears in your red eyed from crying .

He helped you to get out of your car , took of your helmet and your balaclava , staring at you .

He grabbed your face - " What happened love ? " He asked you .

" I saw everything Lewis . I saw my dad . "

__________

You were currently standing with the Brazilisn flag on your shoulders , trophy on your hands , closed eys and head looking up , while everyone - even the fans - were all silent .

After you rised for your national anthem you asked for a minute of silence for your father .

The wind was blowing - and when something made you shiver but feel safe at the same time - you knew that your father was sitting besides you .

After one minute tears of happiness fell from your eyes .

__________

2023

You are now 28 years old , married with Lewis from 2019 with one beautiful baby boy .

You were still racing .

But today was a special day .

It was your son's birtand he was turning 3 years old .

You've desided with Lewis to go and wake him up , since you've prepared his favourite breakfast and after you would let him open his gifts .

" Goodmorning Ayrton Happy Birthday honey " You both said to your son to wake him up .

Mom's and Dad's and Thank you's could be heard all over the apartment as your son was driving his toy car around the house while holding a cookie .

Chocolate was plastered all over his face .

You were both happy smiling at him .

And then suddenly you heard your son screaming in the leaving room-

" I woak up in a new Ferrari . "

" I swear I am going to kill Carlos and Charles the moment I see them." Lewis said to you while you were uncontrollably laughing .

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[taasgirl]

Can you write something about reader being trent alexander-arnold’s girlfriend and her also being a player for englands womens team? Xx

player / trent alexander arnold

omg i'm so sorry this took so long, i was on a school grind

summary: trent and y/n are in a relationship, with the two of them being professional ballers.

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liked by ynusername, jordannobbs, maryfowler, and 376, 975 others trentarnold66 Happy Birthday to the most unbelievably beautiful woman I've ever met. You're my world, my absolute everything; and I know I'd be nowhere if I didn't have you nagging me for the past decade. You're so so strong, and so incredible. I truly have no idea of what I've done to deserve you.

To more memories, trophies, and hopefully some much smaller football boots.

I love you Y/N.

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[damn-stark]

Chapter 26 Sweet Gojo

Chapter 26 of Sugar

A/N- ITS TIMEEEEE

Warning- Swearing, ANGST, FLUFF, talks of death, cigarettes, spoilers!!, SLOW BURN, heavy pining, NFSW, wrap it before you tap it, kind of rough sex, handjob, long chapter

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Takes place during- Chapter 211 of the manga

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*CHOSO’S P.O.V. A FEW MINUTES LATER*

It can’t be true, it still can’t be true.

The fight with Kenjaku has concluded and he came out victorious, leaving Choso alone to wallow in his denial and disappointment over his loss. And yet you still haven’t woken up, you still haven’t moved a muscle.

Your eyes are still partially open and that glimmer he always saw in your fire-kissed eyes is gone, leaving your eyes dull. Your chest hasn’t moved with the motions of your breath, and you haven’t reacted to anything, not even to call out for your daughter who he has yet to see. But he refuses to accept the cruel truth that would bring forth a bleak darkness within him.

“Y/N,” he keeps pleading and leans closer to your face. “It’s over. It’s all done. You have to wake up now.”

Your head lolls to the side and hangs off the edge of his arm. At first, he thought you were waking up, but you remain incredibly still and quiet, the only thing that moves is the worm-cursed spirit as it slithers off your neck and balls up on the ground, so he then gently cups your cheek and moves your head so he can look into your eyes.

“You’re okay,” he whispers as he brushes his thumb over your cheek. “I’ll just call your doctor friend and you’ll be okay.”

What would life be without you in it? He has Yuji, but he knows that he’ll be an adult soon, he’ll want to live his life, and what brother would he be to refuse him to live it? And it’s true he hasn’t given much thought to his future, but what little he does imagine of it you’re always there, shining like the bright sun. You’re always there with him and his brothers, you’re always there to make him laugh in ways he never knew he could, and you’re always there to give him hope. So life without you would be depressing, glum, and lonely.

Life without you would be like living without the sun, or oxygen itself. He needs you in it. So no you can’t be gone.

“Y/N,” he whispers and waits for a response. When he doesn’t get one he moves on.

“I’m just going to feel your heart, okay?” He asks first because he doesn’t want to startle you or make you uncomfortable.

However, when he brings his palm close to your chest, he suddenly stops and notices that his hand is trembling just a bit, and he’s feeling hesitant. In the back of his head, he knows that he won’t feel the lively rhythm of your heart. Even if a part of him is stubborn to the fact that you’re dead, his subconscious still overpowers him to spare him of the misery he’s about to feel.

But he can’t go on like this, he needs to reassure himself that you’re okay. Even if it's delusion he ignores the reality of this situation and presses his palm against your chest and waits with his breath in his throat.

A second goes by and he feels no thump. Yet he still holds onto hope.

A minute goes by and he refuses to accept that you’re gone, but tears well in his eyes and it starts getting hard to breathe.

Two minutes go by that seem to have been eternal and he can’t help the sob that escapes him as he finally grasps that his father took you away from him and left him without hope.

“Y/N,” he sobs shakily and feels his whole being completely shatter. “Please.”

First his brothers and now you.

“You…” he mewls as he presses his forehead against yours. “You said you’d take us home, remember? Last year, I remember. I remember you, your eyes. I held onto that…So please, we have to go home…”

You stay quiet and your eyes remain lifeless, so he cries again. But this time this sob robs him of his breath and hurts his entire chest.

“Please, please bring her back,” he pleads to whatever higher being that exists as he gently caresses your jaw. “Please come back…please.”

He presses you against him to keep you close and cries into your shoulder until he hears paws pattering on the ground followed by small but quick footsteps approaching him.

“Mommy,” he hears a breathless whisper and freezes for a moment not wanting to show your young daughter your body. But he also can’t shield you from her, so even if it aches him he pulls back and slowly reveals you to Satori; seeing at that moment the tiger-cursed spirit you mentioned, protectively standing in front of her with its eyes piercing in him.

“I’m sorry,” he immediately tries to make her understand as he ignores the protective guardian with her. “Your mother…” his voice quivers. “Your mother is gone.”

Satori whimpers, but refuses the truth and runs over to fall on her knees beside your body.

“Mommy,” she calls out shakily. “Mommy stop playing around.”

Choso slowly puts your body down to give your daughter space.

“Mommy?” She asks for your attention and lets the backgate to Satoru’s prison go to grab your arm and gently shake it in hopes that would make you react. “Mommy!”

Tears stream down her cheeks and she looks over at Choso with fear and pain in her eyes before she looks back at you and shakes you again. “Mommy,” she cries. “Get up. We have to go home and get Uncle Satoru out. Wake up!”

She sees that you keep still so she once again snaps her eyes over to him. “You have to help her,” she interjects helplessly. “You have to restart her heart.”

Choso exhales deeply and has to break her little heart with the truth. “I’m sorry, I can’t. I’m sorry.”

Satori glares at him for a second before her anger falls, and she starts sobbing again before she drops her head on your chest and wraps her arms around your neck, making her guardian wrap its body around her to comfort her as she cries into your chest.

“Mommy,” he hears Satori mumble. “Please don’t leave me alone…”

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*YOU*

“Y/N.”

It’s dark, but you don’t need to see to recognize that voice. It’s soft, soothing, and not strained.

Can it be?

You peel your eyes open and immediately gasp when you see him…a dream, a hallucination, or actual flesh and bones. Whatever your current state, you don’t give a damn, you’re over the moon and overwhelmed with tears.

“Suguru,” you mewl before you run over the sandy terrain and throw your arms around him to keep him from leaving.

“It’s me,” he whispers just to reassure you considering who’s been possessing his body. “It’s really me.”

But you don’t need it, even wherever you are his calming scent clings onto him. Even after a year of longing for him, you can recognize his gentle embrace that secures the back of your head as if he feared something would happen. You can recognize the sound of his soft breathing as if it were your own. You don’t need him to tell you it’s him, you knew the moment you heard him speak.

“I know,” you let him know. “I know.”

You laugh softly with tears streaming down your cheeks from all the relief, joy, and guilt that rushes through you.

“Suguru,” you whisper so softly and sweetly as if honey oozed with the name. It’s a way you often said it, but it never fails to make his heart skip a beat as he also felt comforted by such simplicity.

“I’m right here,” he doesn’t stop his comfort, “I’m right here my darling.”

Rather than feeling content by the fact that you’re finally hearing him call you that after not hearing it for a year, instead, your guilt begins to agonize you.

“I’m sorry,” you can’t keep in anymore. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hm?”

He pulls back and grabs your tear-stained face to look at you with confusion.

You look into his deep brown eyes, but you can’t look long because you feel shame looking at something that brings you so much joy when you’re so far from deserving it.

“I…couldn’t dispose of your body the proper way, I…couldn’t be a good friend or a good wife, and because of it, everything bad that happened happened because of me. I’m sorry, Suguru.”

Suguru scoffs and tilts your head up so you have no choice but to look into eyes that reflect a beautiful blue sky, and a blue glimmering ocean.

Perhaps you should have asked where you were before, now you’re starting to grow curious as well as upset because Suguru fails to even show a flicker of anger on his beautiful face.

“Don’t apologize for something that’s not your fault. It’s not your fault, y/n.”

He’s not agreeing with you, he’s being honest. If this was in your head he’d agree with you because that’s what you believe and because you want him to blame you.

“But it is,” you argue. “I should have burned your body, I should have given you a proper burial, but—”

“You couldn’t,” he cuts you off. “You went through a tough situation and you couldn’t do it, I understand. Everyone does.”

You shake your head, refusing to comprehend that. “No. It’s not okay. And if it was you, you would have done it, you would have buried me properly, but I…” you stammer and grab his wrists to look at him with a heartbroken look. “I couldn’t. I was weak.”

Suguru sighs and pulls you closer to drill into you what he feels and what he knows. “Stop. Stop doing that. You’re strong because you kept going, darling. You’re strong because even through it all you’re still fighting, and you’re raising our daughter. What ifs don’t matter because they don’t exist, do you understand?” He presses and narrows his eyes.

“I…”

“I don’t blame you. No one does,” he adds softly. “So stop beating yourself up, smile instead, I miss your smile.”

He misses it. As in currently?

So those bloody memories that flash through the back of your head are real? This isn’t some trick or some dream?

You’re dead and this…beautiful tropical paradise is the afterlife…

Oh, Satori…

Choso.

Yuki…

“Suguru,” you whisper breathlessly and get caught up in all you wanted to say.

“He would’ve gotten me one way or another it seems,” he continues to press so he can make you understand, even if it's just a bit. “So please stop…” he trails off and offers you a faint but charming smile. “For me. Do it for me.”

You can’t say he completely changed your mind, your guilt will probably linger for a long time, but you’ll try, for him.

“All right,” you agree.

Suguru grins and leans in to the point his lips graze over yours. “I missed you so much my darling.”

You flash a wobbly grin and show him how much you’ve longed and missed him with a deep and passionate kiss that Suguru doesn’t hesitate or question deepening as he pulls you closer to mesh his lips against yours and pump you with the most pleasurable euphoria. It’s like completing a puzzle that has been missing a single piece for the longest time.

You feel complete…and tingly…

So before you rip his clothes off you pull back, bringing with you a string of his saliva that connects between your lips.

“I…”

You cut him off before the string of saliva can break by pressing a gentle kiss on his bottom lip before you tease him by slowly sucking on his bottom lip. He then pulls back slightly but goes back in for a short open-mouth kiss to satisfy your desire for now.

“I missed you,” you murmur against his lips.

A grin tugs on his lips and you lean towards one of his palms to nuzzle your cheek against his soft touch, making Suguru smile in awe before he wraps one arm around you to hold you close as he kisses your cheek.

“Hey, when are you going to stop being so greedy with her, Geto?”

You lift your eyes to meet his gaze with surprise as you recognize that girly voice and speechlessly question if it’s really her, even if you knew it was. You’re just in disbelief and a bit overwhelmed.

Suguru catches that right away and assures you with a soft smile before he steps back, letting you come face to face with Nanako and Mimiko. Your girls.

“Mimiko, Nanako,” you whisper shakily as happy tears once again cloud your eyes.

“Y/N,” their voices quiver as their lips tremble, and their eyes fill with tears that they thought they could hold back, but at the mere sight of you broke down just like you.

“Oh,” you coo before you break into a sprint and meet each other halfway with a group embrace.

“Oh my, Bunnies,” you cry and hold them both tightly against you to remind yourself of the warmth of their embrace, and show them how much you’ve missed them.

They both then tighten their embrace, but rather than demonstrating their own bliss, they instead express their regret.

“We’re so sorry,” Mimiko cries. “We’re sorry.”

“We shouldn’t have hidden that Kenjaku was in Geto’s body,” Nanako says for her sister. “We should have told you. I’m sorry.”

You pull back immediately and hold their cheeks to press them just like Suguru had pressed you moments ago. “No, you guys thought you were doing the right thing. I just wish I could’ve paid more attention,” you share your own shame. “But don’t blame yourselves all right?”

You offer them a warm smile, and unlike you, they take in what you told them without a fight, so it brings forth a silence you want to fill by saying how much you wish you could’ve seen them grow up and become into the beautiful women they wanted to be. You want to tell them that they were brave and that you wanted them to grow bonds with the other sorcerers like you did with your friends. You want to tell them that there are still so many things left for them to see, but you failed them as a mother to guarantee that future.

However…you don’t want to burden them, or ruin such a peaceful moment, so you admire them for a lingering minute before the sight of your best friend steals your attention.

“Kento,” you call out quietly and take only a step away from the twins as he approaches you with a smile.

He’s smiling with so much happiness behind his eyes. There’s not even tension on his shoulders anymore, he looks relaxed. And it’s sad that only after death can he find peace, but you’re proud that he looks so much more relaxed. It’s a good look on him.

“Itadori said you died,” he breaks his silence.

You laugh softly and manage to not cry this time. “Did you cry for me?” You tease him.

Nanami scoffs. “Does anger count?”

You grin and skip over to him to throw your arms around him. “Yes!”

“You’re stupid by the way,” he doesn’t hold back from saying, making you pout and slide to one side to keep an arm slung around his shoulders—“you almost had him.”

You roll your eyes and groan. “Yeah, but the bastard snuck up on me and actually stabbed me in the back.” You huff.

“Y/N?”

You look over Nanami’s shoulder and stiffen when you see Haibara walking over.

“Haibara,” you greet breathlessly after you’re completely struck with shock. Even though you should’ve suspected it, this is the afterlife.

“Y/N!” He greets with more excitement.

You don’t let Nanami go to be able to pull him with you so he can be a part of your embrace with Haibara.

“It’s been so long!” You point out with glee and step back to show Nanami a playful smirk. “You won’t ever know peace now since we’re all together again.”

Haibara chuckles, and Nanami keeps an arm around you while the other one hangs around Haibara as he flashes you a prideful smirk. “Well, I will know it for a while. Hopefully.”

His eyes fall on you and his grin falls to a hopeful smile. “Don’t you feel it?” He asks.

You blink in confusion and part your lips to ask what he means but then the sound of a different voice interrupts you.

“Damn it!”

You slide your arms off your friends and turn to face the newcomer. And that's when you come to realize that much to your surprise you see Yuki.

“Tsukumo?” Nanako points out with just as much shock as you.

“Huh?” Said woman queries and snaps her head up. When she sees Nanako, her eyes then dart to everyone on the beach and lastly fall on you before she groans. “I am dead.”

You scoff and shoot her an annoyed look. “Hello to you too,” you remark.

Yuki shoots you a pointed look and quips. “What are you still doing here? Choso pulled the knife out of you, you can still live—no, you will live.”

Is that it then? Is that what Nanami was referring to?

Is that why you’ve been feeling like something has been tugging at your soul?

Since there's so much going on, and so many different emotions have overwhelmed you, you’ve brushed it aside, but now that you can organize your thoughts and feelings, you can no longer hide that pull trying to take you back to life.

However, right now as you look at Yuki a few feet away from you you ignore that pull to rush over to her and press her for details. “Yuki—”

“Don’t cry,” she abruptly cuts you off as she sees how red your eyes are, and how much they glisten as more tears fill them. “I mean I do want you to cry for me, but not right now. Right now,” she pronouncatates that word with aggression. “You go back and fight that fucking bastard. You and everyone else have to kill him. You have to kill him in my honor.”

How could she be so ignorant of your grief? She was your master, your most trusted friend. She was like a big sister. How can she tell you not to cry or grieve for her?

“You’re being mean and selfish.” You argue, making her roll her eyes and grab your arms to make herself known.

“You can grieve after, for however long you want, but when you get back, you kill him, or plan to. Whatever it is, just don’t let him get what he wants. Do you understand? I am leaving you with that last mission.”

You take in a deep breath to counter, but she’s right and you can’t fight that. So instead you bite your tongue and offer her a soft smile. “All right.”

Yuki lets out a deep sigh and this time she hugs you first. It’s usually you who initiates the embrace, but this time she’s the one who threw her arms around you first.

“You were a great student and even better friend,” she whispers and lets you hear the tear in her nonchalance. “Look out for Aoi, hm?”

No matter how much you try to fight it, your emotions get the better of you and tears come out. “I will,” you assure her. “I will master…I…you were special to me. I love you.”

Yuki laughs softly and holds the back of your head as she presses you against her. “I love you too. Now,” she grows quieter and pulls back. “You take care of that little girl. Don’t let her forget me.”

You laugh and shake your head. “Never,” you whisper.

“And…always keep your heart.” She says one last time, causing tears to well in her eyes.

And this time instead of holding back she lets them break out before she pulls you back and whispers in your ear. “Be happy. You deserve it.”

You clutch onto her and wish to hold onto her forever, or at least pull her back with you so you can always have someone to turn to when you’re facing problems only a mentor can help with. You don’t even want to think about the impossibility of her going back…but you have to face reality.

“Now I know you don’t want to waste what remains of your time here with me, so, my dear y/n this is goodbye for now,” she cuts the moment short and pulls away because she knew it’d be hard for you. “I’ll kill you twice if I see you here soon.”

You chuckle through your tears and let your gaze linger on her for a moment longer before you offer her one last smile and turn.

Only when you turn around you’re welcomed by the beautiful sight of Suguru and the twins smiling at a baby in his arms. Which only makes you fight against leaving to stay here forever.

You don’t want to leave them or your friends. You don’t want to go back and risk feeling loss again. You want to be at peace at this beach afterlife with Suguru, the twins, and…your baby, that’s who it is. The baby you never got to hold….

But…how can you leave Satori behind when you have a chance to go back to her? She doesn’t deserve to grow up an orphan because you want to be selfish and live in paradise. You can't let her grow up without you, at least not now or anytime soon, she still needs you…

Thus after a deep breath, you slowly walk over and join the twins, Suguru, and the baby. “Suguru?”

Said man turns around and you gasp as you see the baby in his arms with short but thick black hair like his, with eyes like yours—or the color you used to have before they changed. And a goofy little smile as his eyes brighten when he sees you.

“Kiyoshi,” he reveals the baby to be a boy. “That’s what the twins and I picked.”

You smile with tears prickling in your eyes, and touch your chest as you feel your heart ache with pure bliss. “Can…I hold him?” You ask as you meet Suguru’s gaze.

“Of course,” he scoffs and carefully hands you the little bundle.

“Oh,” you coo shakily. “Look at you. You look like your daddy. You’re so beautiful,” you fight your tears so he doesn’t see you cry and caress his chubby cheek, making the baby coo and reach his tiny little hand to grab your finger.

“It’s almost time,” you share hesitantly at him, Suguru, and the twins. “I’m not here to stay. I’m sorry,” your voice quivers as you look up.

Nanako and Mimiko then share a look before Mimiko cuts in for the both of them. “Good, if you have a chance, take it, and come back later.”

You don’t know whether to cry or smile over how mature and understanding she sounds.

Maybe both?

“If that’s what you want,” you whisper.

Nanako scoffs. “No, we want you here with us, but…it’s not your time yet, so.”

You smile at them and hide your tears when you give them one last tight embrace. And now since you can see a hue taking over everything you see, and feel a harder pull on your soul, you know time is desperate to take you back, so you turn to Suguru one more time and grin at him with a soft and adoring look.

“Y/N,” he whispers as he steps forward and caresses cheek.

“Hm?” You probe and nuzzle your cheek against his palm as you lift your baby and press him against your chest to feel his little heartbeat against your chest at least one time.

“You know that there’s nothing that can be done about what we have done,” he interjects, making you open your eyes but stay mere inches away from him.

“Yes, I know,” you let him know you understand.

Suguru sighs. “Then what’s wrong?” He asks, making your heart nervously skip a beat.

“What do you mean?” You feign a breathless laugh.

“You know what I mean. I told you to be happy. Why are you running away from that? I can’t go back. Unless…you regret what we did.”

You look at him as if he offended you. “No, I don’t. We fought for our cause, for our goal,” you clarify. “A goal that means nothing without you…” you trail off and a small smile tugs on his face.

“Then?” He presses and grabs your face. “What’s wrong?”

You let out a shaky sigh and glance down at the baby Kiyoshi falling asleep on your chest. “I've done bad things, things I don’t regret. But that’s why I don’t deserve good things. I don’t deserve a second chance. I don't.”

Suguru lets out a deep breath and an assuring smile tugs on his face making you grow a bit confused, but you don’t question him, you let him interject.

“You just feel remorse, that’s it. That’s the difference between you and me. That’s makes you worthy of good things.”

You laugh softly and look at him to shake your head. “You’re biased,” you retort.

He chuckles and nods. “Yeah, I am because I love you and because you are the love of my life.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat, and your smile softens as you look at him with awe.

“I’m sorry I never got to tell you when I was alive,” he says.

“You said it now that’s all that matters,” you assure him before you lean in to tease him. “Are you saying it because you're jealous?”

Suguru averts his gaze and shrugs. “Just a bit,” he tries to act cool. “But,” he says and looks back at you with a charming smile. “I'm saying it because I also mean it. That’s why I want you to be happy, baby. I want our daughter to see you be happy. You deserve a second chance.”

How could you argue with him now? With all these nice things he just said. With things that probably hurt him a little to say. Besides, you can’t really argue now after you were hit with that realization when you thought Choso died. You just needed a push and Suguru was that much-needed motivation.

“I understand,” you let him know before you grab his face with one hand and offer him a last smile as everything around you is beginning to fade away. A soft smile that he mirrors and that lets him know that you will always love him and no matter how much time passes you will never forget him or the life you shared.

“Here,” you whisper and hand back Kiyoshi. “Take care of him for me please.”

Suguru’s eyes fill with tears and he looks more sad than comforting now. “Tell Satori I love her, and I will always look out for her.”

You nod. “Of course, I’ll tell her.”

“I love you,” he reminds you softly. “I always will.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and lean down to press one kiss on Kiyoshi’s head. “I love you my little one.” You then tilt your head up and nuzzle your head on Suguru’s chest. “I love you,” you whisper and hold onto his warmth tightly.

He presses one last kiss on the top of your head and tightens his hold around you, letting you feel only the comfort of his strong arms wrapped around you and the softness of his hair draping over your shoulder until…there’s a cold breeze brushing over your face, stars painting the dark sky overhead, a weight on your chest, and hair…in your mouth.

You’re alive and as you lower your gaze you see Satori draped around you.

She’s okay, and so are you!

“Satori,” your voice sounds hoarse and quiet. “Your hair is in my mouth.”

The little girl shoots up and looks at you bewildered, so you quickly offer her a comforting smile before you sit up and groan as your body feels sore.

“Y/N,” you hear Choso murmur.

You look at your other side and see him with his eyes widened and watery as well.

You had an assumption that he didn’t die, but still seeing him in the flesh with a working heart actually makes you feel relieved. Before you felt comforted by the fact that he wasn’t killed, but you were so worried about him because the fight hadn’t ended. Now that it is, you can breathe properly again.

“Mommy!” Satori exclaims once her surprise passes and throws herself on you to pull you into an embrace. “I thought you left me. I was so scared.”

You cup the back of her head to secure her against you before you leave a small kiss on the side of her head. “I’m sorry, my little love. But I’m here now because Choso saved me,” you let her know. “I’m here.”

Satori lets out a deep shaky breath and pulls back, letting you caress her cheek.

“Never do that again,” she scolds you with tears streaming down her cheeks and a shaky pout.

You laugh softly. “I will try not to.”

Satori nods in comprehension with such an aching look in her eyes, as if she still couldn’t get past the shock that you were actually alive.

“Oh my girl,” you coo and wipe away her tears. “I’m okay. I’m here, breathing. We can go home together now. How does that sound?”

“Good,” she mumbles as she rubs her eyes. “I’m tired.”

“Hm. Yeah, I bet…let me just do one more thing,” you trail off and turn to look at Choso, but he’s already on his feet, so you quickly get up and face him with a soft and relieved smile.

When he meets your gaze though his breath hitches and he slowly parts his lips as if to say something, but he adds nothing.

“Are you okay?” You ask and avoid checking him out because he’s still shirtless, and still very much tempting.

Choso nods speechlessly and finally manages to study you carefully to make sure you’re real and not a dream his head is making up to be cruel to his heart.

“Good,” you whisper and step closer to wrap your arms around him and just let yourself have that last piece of reassurance.

He, however, doesn’t return the embrace at that instant, he’s stiff. For a moment he’s stiff and still in disbelief until he feels the beating of your heart against his own flesh and finally breathes. He’s finally able to breathe as he assures himself that you’re in fact here.

“Your heart’s beating,” he muses breathlessly and gently presses his palms on your arms before he slowly wraps his arms around you and tightens his embrace as if afraid you’d somehow disappear.

“Yeah,” you laugh softly. “I hope so.”

Choso chuckles and digs his head in the crook of your neck, catching you off guard but not making you dislike it. You relish in the feeling of his lips against your skin, and the feeling of his arms holding you tightly against him in such a way that makes you feel safe and only his.

“You’re okay,” you whisper and can’t help but find comfort in the crook of his neck. “You scared me. I thought you died.”

Choso’s hold falters and you hear a soft gasp before you feel his lips turn to a smile. “I’m sorry,” he of course says.

“No,” you correct him. “Don’t apologize, I’m just saying. I’m happy you’re not.”

You pull back but keep your hands on his biceps, and fight the need to look down at his toned chest only inches away from you.

However, you fill your temptation by glancing at his lips. Which isn’t a good alternative because more than ever before you just want to kiss him.

“We’ll get you to your friend so she can check on you, make sure you’re okay. Or just heal you just in case,” Choso interjects while his own eyes flicker down to your lips.

“Choso,” you try to argue. “I'm okay. I'm healing now.”

He narrows his eyes and shakes his head. “But you’re weak right now, you won’t get back to your full strength anytime soon. And what Kenjaku did was heavy on your body. You died, y/n. I’ll feel better if she helps you too.”

Your heart begins to race and his concern makes your face red and only feel a heightened need to just kiss him. But you don’t, you just give in since he actually might be right. “Fine, but why don’t we go home first? We need to eat, take a shower, change, and sleep. We can go in the afternoon.”

Choso parts his lips to argue, but you assure him. “And if I feel even one ounce of pain I’ll call her. Yes?”

He scoffs but nods in agreement, making you smile and rub his shoulders before you pull away and turn to face your daughter who’s watching you and Choso with a narrowed look.

“Can we go home now?” She sasses you.

You scoff softly and nod. “Yeah.”

“Yay, I’ll finally get to see Nanako and Mimiko.”

Damn it…

Fuck….

Now you have to go from one disaster to another. And it’s not like you can go on hiding the fact that her sisters are dead, you can’t let her go home expecting to see people that will never go home. Plus you can’t hide it anymore.

Oh, but the thought of telling her hurts you.

“Satori, listen to me,” you interject and walk over to her to crouch down to be at her level. “Baby I have something to tell you.”

Satori looks unfazed since she’s unaware. Which only makes this harder.

“Satori…” you pause and lick your lips before you have to go on. “Nanako, Mimiko, Uncle Kento, and Belinda…” you pause and swallow thickly. “They’re gone. They’re dead,” you outright say it so she doesn’t find some way around it, so she understands fully what you mean.

“But…” she whispers and blinks repeatedly in disbelief. “But…”

She looks around at the ground with her eyes quickly filling with tears, and you feel her body stiffen in your hold.

You wait for what she has to say before you comfort her since it seems she’s building up to it, but she stays quiet and keeps her head down.

“Satori,” you interject softly now and tilt your head down to look at her face. “Talk to me.”

Satori lifts her head and you fully see how distraught she looks now. She can’t even speak, her body shakes as she cries, so you immediately comfort her with an embrace.

“I know my love, I know.” You coo and caress the back of her head.

Yet she doesn’t hug you back, she stays in your embrace for a moment before she pulls back forcefully and looks at you with her eyebrows furrowed.

“Satori—”

“This is all your fault!” She cries out, catching you by surprise. “First…first Daddy, and now all of them. This is all your fault! I…I just want my daddy!”

Regardless of what she threw at you, you try to reach over for her, but she pushes you back and storms away, making her cursed spirit guardian follow after her, and leaving you in complete disarray.

“Y/N,” Choso inputs right away.

You try your best not to break into tears and defend Satori whilst also reassuring yourself. “She’s just processing.”

Choso steps towards you and reaches over to grab your shoulder. “That’s right,” he assures you softly. “She didn’t mean it.”

Your bottom lip trembles as you nod in comprehension. “I know.”

Choso holds your gaze and repeats himself. “She didn’t mean it.”

You slip and have to question him. “And what if it is? What if she’s right?”

“But it’s not, you couldn’t have stopped anything that happened. It’s like you said she’s just…trying to understand what’s happening. It’s not your fault,” he insists.

You hold your hands together as you have a hard time believing him, so he doesn’t go on this time, he gets close and whispers. “Can I hug you?”

You nod and he carefully wraps you in an embrace that you melt into as if it’s something he always gave you.

“Choso,” you whisper shakily.

Choso’s hold falters at the way you utter his name, but he doesn’t let go, he keeps you in his embrace until you pull back. “Thank you, Choso. I just need a minute now, I don't want her to see me cry. I don’t want her to feel bad. We can go then, I'm sorry.”

Choso shakes his head and is, of course, understanding. “That’s fine.”

He steps back, and you stay where you are and watch him walk away before you quietly cry into your hand to let it all out before you have to go back to Satori.

You know she didn’t mean it—or she partially meant it but, you still don’t want her to feel bad for expressing her grief, so you just shed a few more tears before you wipe your face and take a deep breath.

In that moment your worm-cursed spirit crawls over to you, so in your wait for your face to clear up from all your tears, you pick it up and sigh. “I wish Suguru was here,” you have to share even if it’s to a cursed spirit. “He’d know what to say to her.”

The Worm crawls on your arm and hangs itself over your shoulders, leaving you to look at the stars in the sky and just take a few more minutes to yourself before you think you’re good enough to rejoin your daughter.

And when you do find her you notice Choso talking to her, so as to be a little nosy and not make them stop mid conversation you just get close enough to hear.

“…I don’t have many memories with them but I cherish the happy ones we made. Don’t you have happy memories with the people you lost?”

He’s talking about his brothers…

“Yes,” she mumbles. “A lot.”

A faint smile tugs on his lips and he looks over at her as she looks down at the ground. “Then cherish those,” he tells her. “Whenever you miss them you think of those memories.”

“But I want them here,” she argues as she holds onto the prison realm's backgate close to her chest. “I don’t want them in my head.”

Choso sighs. “They’re always with you. Not physically, but they are always with you. In your heart.”

Satori lifts her head and wipes her eyes. “I’m sorry for being mean to you,” she says, making him blink in surprise. “You’re nice.”

You smile in awe and choose to come out of hiding now.

“That’s fine, Satori,” he assures her, bringing a smile to her face before they both see you now.

“Mother,” Satori whispers with a long frown on her face before she runs over and hugs you. “I’m sorry. I didn't mean it.”

You crouch down and grab her shoulders. “I know, baby. You’re just sad, it’s normal.”

Satori's eyes glimmer with unshed tears as she fights so hard to hold them back. “You won’t leave me now will you?” She asks. “I don’t want to be alone.”

You scoff and shake your head. “I’ll fight so hard for you, okay? There’s still battles we have to fight but I will fight so hard to stay with you. Okay?”

Satori exhales shakily and nods softly. “Okay.”

You offer her a sweet smile and hold her cheeks to share something that will make her happy. “I saw your dad when I was…dead.” You laugh, and her attention gets piqued.

“He told me to tell you that loves you, and that he will always look out for you,” you finish sharing.

Satori smiles while happy tears also roll down her cheek, making you comfort her with a hug and sweet praise of your own. “You did good today Satori. Your father would be so proud. I know I am.”

“You did good to Mama,” she redirects sweetly, making you grin at her before you smirk mischievously.

“I want to show you something before we leave,” you change the subject. “It’s close by, it won’t take long.”

Before she can answer, you get up and grab her hand to rush over to the tree by the pond you would train close to, where you’d hang out at with Suguru and the others. Your special tree that is forever marked with the love Suguru and you shared.

You’ve told Satori about it a couple of times, but she doesn’t seem to recall, or probably care like you do.

“Look at that,” you exclaim happily as if you aren’t exhausted.

“A tree?” She sasses you.

You reach the tree and brush your hand over the engraved heart holding the initials of Suguru and you. “A tree your dad and I marked when we started dating.”

Satori hears the context and finally shows interest.

“Now that we have you, your initial can go on there too,” you let her know, causing her eyes to widen and her lips to tug to a grin.

“I wanna do it! I wanna do it!” She jumps up and down before she runs over to finally look at the carved memory.

“Go ahead,” you encourage her and make the Worm-cursed spirit turn small to put it away and pick Satori up so she can reach the markings. “Just your first initial.”

Satori shoves the backgate in your other hand to be able to use her cursed energy to summon a dagger to use to sloppily carve her initial under yours and Suguru’s.

“After we made this your Uncle Kento and Shoko caught us kissing,” you tell her as she concentrates. “We were so scared that they’d tell Satoru, but,” you muse as you think back to that day. “They kept it a secret.”

“Done,” she ignores you and looks at you proudly. “Now do I put Nanako and Mimiko’s initials too?” She queries.

You swallow back your sorrow and nod. “Of course.”

Satori grins and goes back to doing as she said, making you watch in an emotional silence as you fight hard through to not cry.

Once she’s done all you can think about is that 11 years ago you never expected to have this life, or share children with Suguru. You wanted forever, but you were young too, you knew sometimes things didn’t work out. But after you’ve shared half of your lifetime with him you wouldn't want it any other way, he’s gone and so are the twins, but you’re happy—no, honored, to have had this life with him and shared three amazing daughters with him.

“Now it’s complete,” you tell Satori as you brush the access bark off the tree.

Satori lets you carry her and lays her head on your shoulder whilst she wraps her arm around your neck.

“Now that will show what your love gave you…me,” Satori says, making you laugh.

“Yeah,” you agree and leave a kiss on the side of her head before you turn away from the tree. “Now, why don’t we go home?”

“Yes please.”

You share a breathless laugh before you descend the hill and find Choso patiently waiting for you.

“Sorry,” you interject. “Just needed to do one last thing. But we can go home now.”

Albeit when you get home. When you’re in front of that door you hesitate to even grab the doorknob because you know Nanako and Mimiko won’t be there to greet you. Nor will Belinda. You’ll walk into an empty house with only the memory of them haunting every corridor.

But you can’t stay out here forever, nor can you make Satori and Choso wait, so you push your grief aside with a deep breath and grab the doorknob to open the door and walk into your estranged house.

——

*LATER THAT DAY*

“I’m going to tell you the truth…you healed fine.”

You roll your eyes at Shoko, and even if you weren’t very concerned you finally manage to drop your shoulders to ease up.

“You are in no shape to fight though,” she adds as she slips her gloves off her hands. “Take it easy for a couple of days until your cursed technique is fully recovered, or,” she scoffs. “You’ll die this time.” She throws the used gloves at your head and you rub your head as if it hurt.

“Well,” you mess around. “I did die. I actually died that time. In Shibuya it was different, there was a four-minute window and I used that to focus on healing, this time…” you pause and sigh deeply. “My heart stopped, I saw the light,” you laugh breathlessly. “I saw him.”

Shoko stops walking and looks at you with slight curiosity.

“I saw Haibara and Nanami too.” You smile in admiration. “I didn’t talk with them for too long, but It was nice seeing them again. I miss them.”

Shoko leans back against the counter and whispers. “Yeah me too.”

You drop your head and shamefully admit a truth that’s been stuck in the back of your head since you came back from the dead. “I was at peace, you know…even if I knew my daughter was here all alone, for a single moment, a lingering moment I wished I could stay dead to be with all of them without having to be here.”

A moment of silence passes as Shoko ponders your confession before she queries. “What changed your mind?”

“Satori,” you put it simply. “I didn’t want to leave her an orphan. If she wasn’t here I wouldn't have let myself come back.”

“No?”

You swallow thickly and shake your head. “No.”

“Well,” Shoko breathes in and walks over to the gurney you’re on. “I’m thankful for her then.”

You look over at her and smile. “It’s not that I didn’t want to come back to you, I just—”

“Don’t worry, wouldn't anyone choose peace over suffering?” She cuts you off to assure you. “Especially in a time like now.”

You look at your hands with a pitiful frown after having to admit that and having to hear her response. Which you have to say you admire her for, after such a hard life, after you were estranged, she’s still understanding.

“Whatever the case,” she adds and lifts her head to peer over at you. “I’m glad you chose to come back to the living.”

You beam at her and can't help but throw your arms around her neck and rest your head on her shoulder, letting her lay her head on your head.

“How have you been Shoko? After all that’s happened here?” You have to ask her.

“Well,” she scoffs. “Besides starting to smoke like a pack a day…”

Is she being sarcastic?

You hope that she is.

“…the work is a bit heavier with all these students fighting, but it’s been…quiet without Satoru. I mean I’ve been seeing Utahime a lot more, but I would see Satoru a lot more often, so…I miss him.”

You laugh and she joins you with a quieter laugh.

“And when he’s here we’re going to wish there was some way to shut him up,” you comment with a smirk.

“Yeah,” she sighs and lifts her arm to hold your arm. “I mean what will he say about you and the Cursed womb?”

“Choso,” you correct her without thinking and only then realize what she's trying to hint at. “And I don’t know what you’re talking about. He’s my friend.”

Shoko peers back with a side eye and parts her lips to retort, but you pull away and slide off the gurney. “Who’s apartment complex is this anyway?” You try to avoid her insinuation that she’s of course right about. She wouldn’t be your best friend if she wasn’t. “It’s huge.”

“Y/N,” she presses sharply.

You walk to the door and peek back with a smirk before you walk out of her temporary office, making her follow after you to try and get the gossip. Which she’s gotten a portion of in your talks on the phone, but she's good either way, she sees the tension you hide beneath the surface.

“You’re 28 now you know that? He can’t say anything,” she tries to persuade you to just give into what your heart wants. “And he practically confessed.”

“Practically and actually is not the same thing,” you remark and pick up your pace, but she only picks up hers to fall beside you. “Careful you’ll cough up a lung if you run any faster.” You taunt her.

Shoko rolls her eyes and counters. “We’re in the same situation. You have a pack in your coat pocket.”

You drift your gaze to her but you can’t argue with that.

“Kira!” You exclaim as you see them helping Satori with some arts and crafts project.

“You can’t ignore me,” Shoko throws at you. “And you won’t avoid him either.”

You spare her a glance and smirk. “Who?” You joke.

“Cute.”

“I know.”

“Master!” Kira exclaims and steals your attention.

“Kira!” You laugh with joy before you jog over and meet them halfway where they greet you by jumping on you to trap you in an embrace.

“You’re alive!” They say with an excited laugh.

You put them down and argue. “I told you I was alive.”

They scoff. “Yeah, and I didn’t believe it until now. You could’ve been part of the undead, or worse you could’ve come back with stitches on your forehead.”

You gasp in horror. “That would’ve been worse than death. Good thing it’s me.”

Kirara grins. “Yeah, good thing.”

You glance around for the person they’re usually stuck to the hip with. “Where’s Kinji? I thought he’d be here?”

Kirara sighs. “He’s out with Panda. Everyone probably won't come back until later.”

You pout. You really wanted to meet all the new sorcerers that joined the students' side. Especially the cute lawyer Shoko mentioned.

“Oh yeah, Shoko mentioned Itadori, Fushiguro, and that angel person were out…well,” you groan. “I guess I’ll meet everyone tomorrow.”

For now, you’ll just fill in the people that are here about what happened earlier

When they all gather up that is.

“Shouldn’t you be home, master? Resting?” They worry about you.

You head toward the living room with Kirara trailing at your side. “As long as I give my technique and my body a break I’ll be fine. Besides, there's so much to do. Oh and,” you clap your hands. “After I have given my body a break I would like to train with you and Kin. I don’t know when we’ll fight Kenjaku again, but I’m certain it’ll be soon after we get Satoru out. And I know you guys are strong, but still, the more prepared you are the better.”

Kirara's eyes brighten. “Right on!” They exclaim and hook their arm around yours. “I like the sound of that. And I know Kin won’t mind.”

You offer them a relieved smile, but that only lasts for a moment because you then catch Choso on the couch hunched over with his head down.

“He’s been like that since I got here,” Kirara whispers in your ear.

“Choso,” you call out and walk away from Kirara's grasp to approach him with growing concern. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Choso lifts his head and you notice how distraught he looks now since the last time you saw him, which wasn’t long ago. And yeah, ever since you left the school at night you noticed that his relief for you coming back to life slowly began to fade to anger and despair. In the morning he looked even more down, but he brushed you off when you tried to ask him.

You won’t let him do that now.

“You can tell me,” you try to assure him before you sit closely by his side.

“It’s just…how could I let Noritoshi Kamo live?” He finally shares with tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. “After what he did to you, after we had him there in our grasp, how could I let him go? I let my brothers down, I was too weak.”

You sigh deeply and gently rest your hand on his back to rub it for comfort. “Choso, you can't beat yourself up. It wasn’t just you who lost, I did too. The blame goes to the both of us. And it’s not like we have the experience he does, he has centuries of experience over us. He outsmarted us and that’s okay.”

Choso shakes his head. “No, it isn’t. I promised my brothers I'd kill him. He killed you. I should’ve killed him.”

You offer him a gentle smile and lean closer towards him. “Cho, I’m alive. And you’re alive. You would have failed your brothers if you had died and let him live,” you admit, making him look at you with slight surprise—“but you didn’t. You’re here to live another day. You’re here to plan and fight another day.”

Choso sits up and even if you don't see him convinced he still offers you a soft smile to let you know what you said made him feel better.

“Y/N,” Kirara cuts in, making both Choso and you look over at them.

“Hm?” You probe.

They part their lips and quietly ask the question you dreaded answering, only because of the weight it adds to your aching heart. “What happened to Tsukumo?”

You and Choso share a knowing look before you look back at Kirara with a sorrowful frown. “Yuki gave her life fighting Kenjaku.”

Kirara falls quiet and shocked. After all, how could one of the strongest fall to the hands of Kenjaku?

But that’s it isn’t it? You all went to fight him blind, thinking that he didn’t have plans upon plans after all his years of living. He outsmarted all of you and Yuki died because of it, but it’s because of this fight, because of her sacrifice that you know more about how he fights and what technique he hides up his sleeve.

“I’m sorry,” Kirara directs at you with pity. “I know what she meant to you.”

You swallow thickly and manage a faint smile. “Thank you, Kira.”

They offer you a soft nod before they choose to stay in the living room and sit close by you as if trying to keep an eye out on you and the man next to you.

“Y/N, what did your friend say? Is your heart fine?” Choso finally gets to check on you after nagging you all morning about coming to see her earlier before you what? Just dropped dead or disintegrated?

“She’s fine,” Shoko interjects, making you slide your hand off Choso’s back so she won’t tease you about it.

“I hear I have you to thank for that.” She smiles. “Thank you for saving my dearest friend.”

Choso smiles at you and then directs it at her. “Of course. Always.”

You avert her gaze and hide your face so she won’t somehow see your face getting all warm.

“Just make sure she doesn’t use her technique and takes it easy for a couple of days,” Shoko tells him, and will only make him more overbearing.

“I'm not a child,” you remark and face her with a pointed look.

“No, but you sometimes act like it and you won’t listen to me.”

You part your lips but you can’t argue because it’s true.

“Well, I wasn’t planning on doing anything. I’m planning to hang out at home and be with my animals,” you argue as if that won you any points. “So.”

“So, you still like to train with your kids.”

“She did just say she wanted to train,” Kirara sells you out.

“Ha,” you feign a dry laugh and snap your eyes over to them to shoot them a glare before you shake your head at Shoko. “Not soon of course. After we get Satoru out.”

“Hm,” Shoko hums with her lips pursed.

You mirror her look and hum back. Soon thereafter nevertheless finally the other sorcerers that are here finally join you to hear the intel.

“Kusakabe!” You greet him with a charming smile.

Said man greets you with a frown and an annoyed look.

“Whatever you have to say Gojo, say it.”

You begin to tease him cheekily. “So bitter. Whatever for? I’ve only been nice to you.”

Unbeknownst to you Choso sits up straighter and narrows his gaze as watches your interaction with your fellow sorcerer.

“You know what for,” Kusakabe quips.

You huff lightheartedly and nod in comprehension. “Well then…” you drag out and sit back. “Did you guys know I’m the interim clan leader for the Gojo clan?” You don’t dive in just yet for the fun of it. “My brother changed his will to leave my daughter as his successor for all the Gojo riches and the title of leader. And since she’s too young to lead, it falls to me for the time being.” You show off proudly.

“What does that have to do with us?” Kusakabe immediately remarks.

You shrug. “Just wanted to share it. And say I might go terrorize my family before we let Satoru out. Might give my father an aneurysm or simply sit in the throne room.”

“You have a throne room?!” Kirara quickly asks.

You smirk. “Oh yeah.”

It’s not extravagant like a royal throne room, but it does have a special seat at the end of the room dedicated for the clan leader to sit on, so you call it a throne room.

“Just get on with it, Gojo. We don’t have all day,” Kusakabe cuts in annoyed.

You laugh softly and nod. “All right. All right. Let’s start.”

——

*LATER*

“….he flew over the canal and saw three beautiful swans. As he landed, the ugly duckling saw himself in the water. He was not an ugly duckling at all. He was a beautiful white swan! “Come with us.” Said the other swans…And he did...the end.”

“That’s my favorite story,” Satori mumbles tiredly.

You close the book and smile. “So was last night's story.”

Satori laughs softly. “Well, I like almost all of them.”

You grin and reach in your pocket to pull out the glass swan figurine Choso had given you. “Look at that,” you show off to Satori. “A little swan.”

Satori gasps softly and lifts her head off her pillow. “Ah, that’s so cute! Can I have it?”

You snicker and shake your head. “No. It’s mine, Choso gave it to me. You can hold it though.”

Satori reaches over and takes the figurine from your hand to study it closer. “The color reminds me of your eyes.” She points out. “Hey, you know I made something for him because he saved me.”

You smile in awe and probe. “Really? What is it?”

“You have to wait to see it,” she teases you. “I was going to make him a purple scarf since he wears that neck thing, but I wouldn’t have enough time,” she rambles as she fiddles with the glass swan. “So instead I made him something else. Kira helped me. And I was going to give it to him when we got home today, but I got shy, so could you help me do it tomorrow?” She asks and looks up at you.

You tuck loose strands of hair in her braid and nod. “Yeah, I can. And that’s very nice of you, I’m sure he’ll love it.”

Satori smiles proudly and gives you back your glass swan. “Okay, well I’m tired now. Can we talk tomorrow?”

You giggle and nod. “Of course my little love. Did you say goodnight to your daddy and your sisters?”

“Of course!”

“Good,” you whisper and press a last kiss on her forehead before you get off her bed and turn off her lamp. “Goodnight, Chipmunk.”

Satori yawns and mutters. “Goodnight, Mommy. And you know if you get lonely you can come sleep in my room.”

You grab your chest in awe and whisper as you head out. “I will keep it in mind, thank you.”

When you walk out of the room her Tiger cursed-spirit jumps on the bed to sleep with her. Which is annoying, but whatever. You digress.

Now perhaps you can get some sleep. You hardly slept last night, you were in your head so much that it got hard to sleep with all your thinking, but tonight you will, you’ll get all 8 hours—

Wait…

You come across the staircase and see that the light from one of the patios is reflecting inside. You must’ve left it on earlier.

Shit. Now you have to walk down there in the dark…

You’ll make it fast.

You put the book you have in your hand down on a nearby table, and then run down the staircase. When you reach the hall you ignore looking at the shadows and solely focus on the porch.

Albeit just as you’re going to turn the light off you see that Choso is using it as he sits outside with his head down. Once again. So it must be about the same thing as before…

And if it is you can’t just let him dwell in it alone. He’s not the only one to blame. If there’s blame to even spread in the first place.

Regardless, you slowly slide the door open and make yourself known.

“Y/N,” he whispers when he sees you. “I’m sorry, does the light bother you?”

You laugh softly and close the door before you sit on the bench he’s on. “No. Of course not. I just thought I had left it on, but you’re here…with your head down. Are you okay?”

Choso sighs and hesitates burdening you, but he also couldn't talk to anyone else. Plus, he does confide in you, so he chooses to answer honestly. “I just can’t get over the battle.”

You exhale deeply and grab onto the edge of the seat to lean forward and look at him with the softest assuring look you can give him. “Is it about Yuki? Or your father?”

“I didn’t know Tsukumo long,” he says. “I feel bad that she died because of my father, but I’m more mad at him because he didn’t die, but it’s not about her. I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “It’s okay. I understand.”

“She was nice,” he adds to defend his case. “I’m sure she would’ve been a good friend if she lived longer, but…she didn’t because of Noritoshi.”

You stay quiet and let him continue.

“I failed them y/n. My brothers,” his voice quivers. “I couldn’t kill him and I let him get away! That was our chance and I couldn’t stop him.”

“Choso,” you sigh with pity. “If you’re looking for blame then you need to blame me too.”

Choso blinks in disbelief and shakes his head. “But it’s not—”

“It is,” you cut him off to counter. “I’m a special grade and I’m strong, but he got away from me too. I was there too, Choso. You weren’t alone, you didn’t fight alone, I was there, and Yuki was there, his escape isn’t not your burden to carry alone. Not that it is a burden, he has a thousand years of experience on us. He outsmarted us, but you know what? You,” you point at his chest. “Got him to reveal a technique that he probably would have surprised us with after. We have that knowledge now because of you. We got the way to get my brother out, and yes we lost, but now we learn from our mistakes and do better.”

Choso sniffles and wipes away the stray tears that fell on his cheeks, whilst he also sits up as he gains a bit more confidence from what you’re saying.

“And I told you already,” you repeat yourself and reach your hand over to caress his back once again. “You didn’t fail your brothers. You would have failed them if you died, but you didn’t, you lived, you got them out of the warehouse, and you came back to Itadori. You made them proud. And I know you made Itadori happy to know you’re back.”

Choso swallows thickly and expresses some doubt. “You think so?”

You smile at him and nod. “I know it.”

Choso drops his shoulders with a deep breath and thinks about what you said in silence.

“We have to make Yuki’s sacrifice worth it by killing Kenjaku,” you add. “That’s what we do now against him.”

Choso drifts his eyes over to you and takes a second before he nods in agreement, making you flash him a wider smile. “Good.”

Choso hums and holds your gaze for a moment before he grows concerned. “You should be resting. Get some sleep.”

You slide your hand off his back and roll your eyes. “I have been. I have taken it easy. But you know after being away from home for so long leaves a lot of chores.”

He laughs softly. “Then sleep now.”

You glance at him before you look out at the lake in the distance, and frown. “I…I try, but…it’s quiet. At night it’s quiet now…I mean in general it was typically quiet at night, but now without the twins here…it’s deafening,” you confess shakily. “Before I had the knowledge in the back of my head that they were in their room, or out with friends, but now…their room will always be empty and quiet. And it hurts.”

A moment of silence passes with Choso not knowing what to say exactly, but that’s it, he couldn’t really say a thing. This sadness was something he wouldn't be able to cure. You felt grief and you’ll always feel it, he knew that. Even if he wasn't a father, he was a bother, so he knew that ache. So there’s only one thing to offer you.

“I’m sorry,” he says gently and carefully cups your hand resting on the bench, making you finally look over at him with glossy eyes.

“Thank you,” you whisper with a genuine grateful smile.

He didn’t say a lot but his words still meant a lot.

“Of course.” He says and keeps holding your eyes with such intense softness that triggers your heart to race, and the butterflies to flutter wildly.

It all makes you want to give in. After you thought he died, everything you once thought of changed, and the walls around your heart were shattered.

However, now doesn’t seem like the right time with him all sad and upset, and you sad and upset. So you bite your tongue and instead lean towards something else. “How are your wounds healing? You still have scrapes,” you point out as you lean over to grab his jaw with a touch so light it’s like a ghost touch.

“I…I’m fine,” he stammers as all he can focus on is your touch. “Nothing hurts anymore. The scars will take longer to heal, that's all.”

You hum and narrow your gaze on the scrapes you can see to make sure there’s nothing suspicious. “And that scar around your arm, is it temporary? Or?”

“It’s a part of my technique so it will stay,” he says and watches you pull away with discontent. He wishes he could feel your touch for just a bit longer.

“Ah, cool. I actually thought that was pretty cool,” you let him know with a smirk. “You surely surprised your father with it.”

Choso laughs softly. “He was being too smug.”

You chuckle and nod. “Yeah, he was. We put him in his place.”

“For a while anyway,” he contemplates.

“Hey!” You exclaim. “We did good even if we lost. You were great, I mean the way you used your brother's techniques was strategic and awesome.”

Choso turns shy but he manages to direct some compliments to you. “Your beasts were amazing. I was surprised, and Noritoshi surely shit his pants.”

You giggle. “Well, what can I say? I’m pretty awesome.”

Choso chuckles. “Yeah.”

Your face grows hot so thankfully he can’t see that.

“Anyway,” you interject after a few minutes of silence. “I should probably go and try to get some sleep.” You get up and he mirrors you. “You should too,” you snap before he can say something.

“I’ll try,” he says nonchalantly.

You smile as you head to the door. “And if anything, we meet in the library, have some tea, and watch the morning come from the inside because it’s cold out here.”

Choso scoffs and retorts. “I wouldn’t count on it. I won't be up with you this time, you need to sleep.”

“Pft!” You complain as you open the door and walk inside your warm house. “See, I knew it was a bad idea for Shoko to tell you anything.”

Choso closes the door behind him and leaves the hall dark as he turns the porch light off. “Your heart stopped, y/n,” he rebuttals your attempts to brush him off. “I felt it at a standstill. Of course, I’ll be worried. Even if it annoys you.”

You look at him over your shoulder and can't help but smile sweetly. And it’s because of his sweetness that you don't keep arguing, you walk up the stairs in a comfortable silence, and dread going into your room when you reach your door.

“Good night y/n,” he says sweetly. “Sleep all right?”

You grab your door and then look over at him with longing for more of his company, but you bite your tongue and just respond with the same thing. “Goodnight Choso.”

He offers you a smile and lets his gaze linger on you for a moment.

And it’s in that second that you notice that his smile widens as he holds your gaze for that lingering moment before he turns away. And once his back is turned you turn to walk in your lonely room. You step inside, but then come to a halt and think you know what? Screw it. You won’t suffer here alone. You can’t suffer alone. So you quickly walk out and call out to him before you lose him in his room. “Choso wait.”

Said man comes to an immediate halt and peers back with concern.

You part your lips and draw in a small breath before you exhale and actually give in. “Could you…stay with me until I fall asleep? I don’t want to be alone.”

Choso’s breath hitches in surprise, but his eyes seem to gleam with joy.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” you quickly let him know in his silence.

He then quickly shakes his head. “No, no, I do.” He assures you.

Howbeit when the door closes and you’re climbing in bed it’s quite awkward, only because he doesn’t want to pass any boundaries.

“It’s okay, Cho, you can lay with me.” You assure him and throw his side of the blanket open so he knows it's okay.

Albeit he still hesitates, and when he does move he does so slowly and very carefully, as if he was ready to jump if you changed your mind out of the blue.

It almost makes you want to laugh, but you don’t want to make him feel even worse, so you keep quiet and just show your amusement with a smile. Once he’s finally on his back, you throw the blanket over him and whisper ever so softly so he can relax. “Thank you.”

Choso nervously swallows thickly and slowly turns his head to look at you. “Of course.”

You keep your eyes on him for a lingering moment that helps to make him relax and drag himself further down the bed so he’s not so upright.

“Okay, now, goodnight,” you interject sweetly.

Choso watches you as you close your eyes and can’t help his awe-struck smile before he whispers, “Good night, y/n.”

Nevertheless, sleep doesn’t actually come quickly at all. Your thoughts aren’t a pest, but your eyes don’t get heavy, you just keep them closed and your mind is, like, at a standstill.

Not that Choso would know, he watched you, and occasionally scanned the room in case something was going to pop out, and then went back to watching you and completely forgot that you said only until you fell asleep.

He could watch you like this all night and not grow bored. He’d grow tired, but he’d keep himself awake to watch how gracefully your back rose and fell with each breath, especially after he almost lost you a day ago. He’d even come back the next night if that’s what you wanted.

He’d come back every night if it meant being near you. He just wants to be with you, protect you, hold you like he did last night, and be the one to wipe the tears off your cheeks every time you’re sad. He wants to be a reason you smile, he wants to help you accomplish every dream you have. He wants to be selfish and know you in an intimate way.

But you told him that you’re not worthy of him or what he has to offer, which is stupid. He wishes he could’ve had the balls to tell you that when you told him…

Wait…maybe he can now. Even if you’re asleep he’ll say it so you don’t feel pressured by his other confession.

“Tsukumo told me to just say it,” Choso startles you by breaking the silence. However you don’t open your eyes, you keep them closed and listen so he doesn’t hold back.

“…she said to rip the bandaid, but,” he sighs. “It's not easy, even after all I’ve told you because what I feel is strange. It’s new, and you make my heart feel so…full, so happy, excited, hopeful, and scared. But,” he quickly adds. “It’s only because I can’t fathom losing you…”

Damn, damn you’re going to cry. You’re going to reveal that you're awake. And he can’t know yet because it doesn’t seem like he’s done.

You have to stop yourself and hold in your tears.

Just hold them in.

“I almost lost you last night y/n, and I swear I almost went mad,” he whispers and the next thing you know you feel his fingertips graze over your cheek. And that only makes your pounding heart skip a beat.

“And when you came back, that relief, that joy I felt is something that I’ve never felt before,” he continues softly, making you swoon. “I have never felt anything like what I feel for you before, it’s strange, but I welcome it with open arms just to feel your warmth, just to continue seeing you. Because you are my hope, my sun, my moon, and my stars. Ever since that day I first saw you last year. You’re all I could think about, and you’re all I think about now. You and your big heart that only drives me crazier, and I don’t know why,” his voice quivers, “you’re so nice to me, or why you smile at me the way you do ever since that day? But even still I want to keep seeing it, I want you to keep stealing my breath away until I physically can’t breathe and my heart stops beating. That's what I want, that’s what I feel. I love you.”

If you hadn’t changed your mind before, you would have at this very moment. And if it was possible you would have some kind of heart attack or something over the sweet words he just whispered as he thought you were asleep.

Which! You’re so glad you had trouble sleeping or else you would have missed hearing him pour his heart out.

Now albeit how do you go about it? Do you just open your eyes? Kiss him? Open your eyes and confess that your world came to a complete stop when you thought he died, but when you saw him fight back it was like you were breathing for the first time.

Yes, you’ll—wait, no, your tears beat you to everything. You can’t even open your eyes before tears roll out and your smile slowly appears on your face.

Thus before Choso could react, you open your eyes and whisper the only thing that you can utter. “Choso.”

Said man’s face grows a deep crimson and he quickly pulls his hand off your cheek as he realizes you caught every word he just said.

“I…” you stammer between tears. “I love you too.”

Choso’s breath hitches and you see him grow stiff with disbelief.

“But…I…I’ve done horrible things, I’m not a good person,” you say as if it’s a warning. “I don’t deserve this.”

Choso scoffs and gently presses his hand on your cheek again, and this time he leans in closer. “I don’t care. I love you every which way. Besides, I've done bad things too. I’m not a good person either. I can’t judge you for it, I never will.”

You glance at his lips and have that urge to just feel the fireworks when you finally get a taste of his lips, but as you lean in you stop and bring something up that’s important to you. “And I have a daughter, she comes before everything, she’s my entire world. And I know there’s people out there who don’t like when their partners have kids from someone else, so if you’re that person tell me now I don’t want to waste my time on someone who’s going to turn on her later on.”

“No,” Choso says sharply. “I never would do that. Your daughter is precious to you, so she’s precious to me too. I will protect you both with my life.”

You meet his gaze and press him to reassure yourself. “You swear? Swear to me on your brother's lives, Choso. She’s a part of me, just as much as she’s a part of Suguru Geto. Do you understand?”

Choso nods and whispers against your lips. “I swear.”

You offer him a wobbly smile before you finally do it. You finally clash your lips on his and it’s more than you expected.

There’s fireworks, your heart dances, and your body burns with desire, but most importantly as you taste his soft and sweet lips for the first time it feels like you’re in heaven.

While Choso feels like he’s on an incredible life-changing high. It’s like he was pumped with adrenaline the moment he finally felt your lips, every part of him was on overdrive, he could even taste the colors, that’s how good and gratifying it felt kissing you. He never wants to get off this high, it’s worth the chase.

When you pull away he leans in for more, but you press your thumb on his lips and grin.

“Choso, honey, wait,” your voice oozed with the very thing you just called him. “Telling you that I love you is that okay? I don’t want you to feel pressured or you know, like you’re being forced.”

Choso chuckles softly. “I just told you I loved you. Is that too soon for you?”

You scoff and shake your head. “No.”

“Then,” he whispers against your lips. “There’s your answer.”

You grin and cup his jaw. “You know I never thought I would love someone again. But then I saw you that day in Shibuya and it felt like my heart came back to life. And when I got to know you, when I saw how big your heart was it’s like you brought the colors back to my black and white world.”

Tears slip down his cheeks and you feel how fast his heart is thumping even if you aren’t pressed against him.

“You make me ache in the best way possible, you make my heart happy, but also scared because I tend to lose what I love, so promise me you’ll fight for your life to stay by my side. Please,” you ask in a shaky voice.

Choso swallows thickly and nods softly. “I promise.”

You beam at him and lean in again. This time he’s not as reserved with his kiss, he deepens the kiss right away and grabs the back of your neck to tilt your head so you’re better molded together. He grabs your face as if forbidding you from pulling back, and before you know it he shoves his tongue in your mouth as if he has done this before.

You almost have to wonder if he has.

Regardless, it’s not like you do anything to stop his fever, you press yourself closer and tangle your fingers in his hair, causing his buns to loosen. And when he pulls back to catch his breath you whisper his name in such a seductive way that he quickly comes back and continues to devour you, causing you to finally moan his name in his mouth.

When he hears it slip past your lips he pulls back to look at you surprised like he wasn’t the cause of your reaction, and you just smirk before you pull yourself against him and feel a hard bulge press against your thigh, causing your blood to be pumped with feverish desire.

“Choso…I want you to make me yours,” you say between breaths. “Can you do that?”

“Hah,” he breathes out and clutches onto the back of your head before he answers by kissing you roughly and sliding his hand down to your back.

You pull on his hair and it falls over his shoulders, making you then slither your hands down his back. When you reach the waistband of his pajama pants you pull your face back and ask for permission. “Can I touch you?”

Choso licks his lips and you feel his tip twitch behind the warm material. “Please,” he says with his eyes meeting your darkened gaze.

And with that, you slowly slide your hand in his pants as he starts to litter kisses on your jaw. You then push your hand past his boxers and when you wrap your hand around his tip you already feel it leaking.

“Y/N,” he moans breathlessly against your neck and without waiting he rocks his hips forward, making your hand slide down his shaft, and causing him to shudder and hide his face in the crook of your neck. While you can’t help but clench at nothing at the mere feeling of his satisfaction.

But before he can finish himself off you slowly slide your hand up and only now manage to realize how girthy he is. He’s not long, but what he lacks in length he makes up for in girth.

It only honestly makes you impatient to feel him inside you, so before you can come undone with your clenching over the ghost of his touch, you start pumping his cock, making Choso part his lips and sink his teeth into your flesh.

“Choso,” you try to yelp but it comes out of breath so it’s more like a moan.

“Ah…d-damn!” He opens his mouth and grips onto your throat as his tip twitches before warm and thick cum oozes out and pools over your fist.

“Sorry, I’m…so…sorry.” He quickly sputters and meets your gaze with an endearing look.

“It’s okay, Cho,” you assure him as you slip your hand out and lick his salty cum off your hand, making his eyes widen and his cock grow hard once again.

“Now…” he pauses to swallow thickly. “You. I want you.”

You giggle and before you climb on him, or before he climbs on you, you get off the bed and rush to the door.

“Y/N?” He calls out.

Just to make sure no little goblin walks in later, you lock the door and walk back to let Choso see you. “Just locking the door,” you let him know before you run back to him and basically jump over him.

“Do you want me Choso?” You tease him, making him sit up and grab your waist.

“I need you,” he says softly and lovingly. “Please.”

You smile and press your forehead against his. “I’m all yours, now, tomorrow, and forever.”

Choso grins so sweetly and takes a moment to admire you before he leans in and dominates your lips again. This time his body is in tune with his eagerness because before you know it with what seems to be like ease, he tears your shirt off and leaves you exposed since you have no bra on.

It’s just too uncomfortable to sleep with.

“Choso,” you giggle, and without shame, he laughs with you before he pulls back and falls silent as he sees the shape of your breasts, and your nipples perked up.

“You,” he stammers and blinks repeatedly with disbelief before he meets your gaze, letting you see how his sun-kissed brown eyes gleam with awe. “Every part of you is beautiful. You’re so beautiful.”

Those are simple words, but it’s the way he says it that makes your already-soaked panties drown with your own desire for him.

“Now let me see you,” you coo and reach down to grab the hem of his shirt. He places his hand over yours and you pull his shirt off together. And even if you’ve already seen him shirtless, your breath still hitches, and a pulse starts throbbing in your core.

“Look at you,” you redirect sweetly, making his blush blaze. “You’re very beautiful. Like the last time. And you know,” you flick your tongue and lean in to talk against his lips. “When you were fighting, when you were on fire with courage and determination all I could think about was how sexy you were, how much I wanted you.”

“Hah,” he breathes out and presses the tip of his hard cock against your eager core.

“Will you fight for me like that?” You whisper up to his ear with your lips grazing against his flesh. “Will you be strong for me, Choso?”

“Always,” he says breathlessly.

You smirk and start to leave a trail of kisses on his neck up to his jaw, while you lift up a little bit to let him pull his pants and boxers off before he eagerly undresses you as if it’s something he’s done before.

“Just promise me something,” he manages to say between the trance you put him in. “You’ll live for me too. I can’t lose you. Not again.”

You slide your hands down to his chest and slither them back up to cup his jaw and assure him. “I will. As long you're alive there’s a reason to keep going.”

Choso can’t help his smile or the sloppy kiss he initiates. And you can’t wait anymore, you lift your hips once again and reach one hand down to grab his cock and line it up with your entrance, making him pull away from you and groan.

“I’m going to put in,” you let him know.

Choso nods and can’t help himself; he helps you by pushing up and penetrating his tip through your tight entrance. And since all you’ve felt is your own fingers for a while, the feeling of a thick cock entering you stings. And since he doesn’t stop as he lets his pleasure take control you kind of ache as he fills you up completely.

“Ch—choso,” you whine and throw your head back as that sting slowly turns to pleasure. “Oh…Choso.” You moan as you can now think about how this was a much more sensational feeling than his cock in your dreams.

And Choso…well he was taking time to collect himself as he got lost in the feeling of your warm gummy walls squeezing him and taking him so well. It’s like you were made for him.

“Y/N…” he trails off and whispers part of your name before he whines and drops the back of his head on the pillow.

“Choso, baby,” you break your silence. “I’m going…hm…I’m gonna start moving.”

“Mhmm,” he moans. “Please.”

You smirk and rock your hips slowly, making his nails dig into your hips and a hand slap over his eyes.

“Choso, honey, look at me,” you plead and rock your hips forward again.

Said man groans and you have to be the one to peel his hands off his face.

“Choso look at me, please,” you beg and lift up, causing his eyes to snap down to your weeping pussy, and he loses himself and gasps with awe.

“Beautiful, my love,” he mumbles, making your heart stop and your hips halt halfway over his cock.

“What?” You gasp with disbelief.

Choso’s eyes find yours and he sees how soft and bright they look, and smiles. “My love,” he whispers with adoration before he ruts his hips up to meet your core with his tip, making him and you see stars as your worlds collide.

“Say it again,” you command and lift your hips halfway up his cock. “Please.”

Choso sits up, letting you press your warm bodies against each other. “My love. That’s what you are to me. Is it wrong?”

You shake your head and push down, making him mouth your name as his eyes roll back.

“No,” you answer in his mouth. “I love it. I want you to say it again.” You let him know as you rock your hips. “And again.” You day and rock your hips again, making him slide his hand to your hips.

“If it…pleases you, I will say it always.” He says softly and thrusts up, pulling a chant of his name out of you that only triggers him to thrust in out of you with complete control even if you’re the one on top of him.

“Choso,” you moan in his mouth and he shuts you up by kissing you passionately while he thrusts in and out of you all the way, making you meet each thrust by rocking your hips.

He wants to keep kissing you until you cum, but he can’t help it, he’s lost in the stars by the feeling of your warm pussy swallowing him so damn good. He can’t help the whimpers and groans that come out of him whilst he also chants your name in your mouth.

“Choso,” you groan and press your forehead against his as his tip hits a heavenly place. “You…fuck…fill me…mhmm, so good.”

“Mine,” he sputters out as he drags his fat cock in and out of your warm and gummy walls that feel like heaven to him. “I…I…love…you.”

He ruts in deeper and faster, meeting each thrust with a delicious squelching noise as your wetness blankets his cock and spills out of your core, soaking him and you completely.

“Harder,” you cry and he listens obentientedly and without hesitation fucks you at a rougher pace, causing your headboard to hit the wall, and the mattress to creak.

“Choso,” you whine, and he groans and buries his face in the crook of your neck and moans into it as he keeps his brutal pace.

“So close,” he muffles in your neck.

You cry louder as he fucks you to a different dimension where all you feel is a bright sensational euphoria.

“Kiss,” he groans and throws his head back. “Please. My love.”

You whimper and throw your hands up into his hair and pull back as he brings you close to that delicious edge. And that feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair drives him overboard, a wave of ecstasy washes over him, and his hips stutter, and his tip twitches, but his thrusts are brutal in such an amazing way that drives your hands down to drag your nails up his back, making him groan while his knuckles turn white as he grips onto your hips and shoots up robes and robes of his hot seed deep into your pussy.

“Y/N! Ah…fuck…damn. Ah!” He cries and keeps thrusting up.

At the sound of his own pleasure and the feeling of his tip hitting your g-spot, you sob out your euphoria and cum over his cock.

“Choso,” you whisper breathlessly as he comes to a stop and drops his head on your shoulder.

When you stop spilling out you loosen your grip and caress his back with your nails, making him groan softly.

“That was amazing,” you praise him in his ear before you kiss the side of his head. “Want me to get off now? We can take a shower,” you coo.

Choso stays quiet for a moment before he lifts his head and presses a gentle kiss on your cheek. “You were incredible, my love.” He assures you and pecks your lips. “But,” he mumbles. “No. I want more of you. Please give me more.”

You pull back and look at him eagerly. “Are you sure?” You check in.

Choso caresses your face making you lean in his touch. “Yes, I’m more than sure,” he lets you know.

You giggle and lean in to take him in for an open mouth kiss while he grips onto your hips and pulls out to flip around. However, just as you were going to complain at the emptiness you realize he’s turning the wrong way.

“Choso wait—” you don’t finish your warning before you hit the ground with a loud and harsh thump.

“Oh damn,” Choso hisses.

“Ow,” you groan and reach for the back of your head.

“Y/N?! Are you okay?” He immediately grows concerned.

You open your eyes and look at him with quivering lips, and before he knows it you burst out laughing.

It takes him a moment to realize you’re not upset that he dropped you and joins you.

“Ow that did hurt,” you say between laughs.

Choso caresses your head and smiles. “I’m sorry, I got carried away.”

You snicker. “It’s okay. I get it.”

He calms down and looks into your eyes, making you go quiet and speak thousands of words in your lingering look before you start laughing again over nothing now.

“Hm,” he breathes out lightheartedly and drops his face in the crook of your neck, letting you gently caress his scalp with your nails.

“Mhm…I love you,” he muffles and kisses your neck, causing goosebumps to crawl down your spine, and a happy smile to spread on your lips.

“I love you too,” you coo and wrap your arms around his neck to keep him pressed against you.

Choso and you don’t move from the ground just yet, he keeps his face buried, and you keep thinking how happy you are that you took this leap and confessed and that you let yourself have this pleasure of being with Choso. Until you realize he didn’t wear a condom…which should worry you a lot more, but oh well!

You’re having too much fun and throughout the entire night, you're both too busy with each other to remember anything but wanting more of one another.

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[elsaellaelys]

We can beat any shit together

summary: JJ finds scars on Y/N's thight and they don't look like an acidente.

pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!depressed reader

WARNINGS: Depression, anxiety, mensions of SH, kinda angst, but comforting.

800 words

a/n: I had to write about this. If you're going through something like that, look for help, someone you can trust, if you don't anybody call 211 or feel free to send a message. I wish somebody had told me this so I'll tell you. You are not alone.

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JJ knows Y/N for as long as he can remember himself. Sweet John B's neighboor, living just down the road, joing all the times Big John took them to go fishing. He really liked her, the way she never judge him, always so kind and gentle, than he decided to take the self obligation to protect she no matter what - she looked like such a cute china doll and he wouldn't let she break. The pogues made fun of his behavior. Gotta pick her up from work! Gotta drop her at work! Save this for Y/N! No pickles, Y/N doesn't like it. He had to repay all the love she gave him, the love she made he feel. She barely realised it though, walking around with JJ just in front clearing her way, making sure there was no thorns.

That's why the discovery stabbed him right in the chest.

They were all on the beach, had just left the water to lay in the sand. Y/N stretched out, not really caring about putting a towel under, dead tired from the surfing. JJ watched she lay like a star, he couldn't help but stare at her, of course he had seem her in a bikini thousands of times, lately it's being different, hips wider, waist defined, boobs hanging in her top and thights... looking like they're melting?

"What's this?" He lean over, running his finger over the strange blur, skin color staying in his fingertip. She recoiled from his touch trying to hide the marks that appeared, eyes starting to water.

"Y/N?!"

She squirmed, hating to have the attention of the entire group now.

"It's just a little bit of foundation" she replies.

"Why you're putting makeup on your thights?" Kiara asks, face looking scared of the answer. Y/N wiped her leg, deep dark scars full on display.

JJ fliched, they were so deep, almost screaming sadness and pain. A nott formed on his throat just thinking about how much it must have hurt, how grotesque it looked. He looked back to her face, not finding the strength she must have to do something so... I mean she wasn't just cutting, that was mutilating.

"Fuck" She cried, she ruined the moment, it was a nice day, it felt okay, especially after she putted the right green concealer, the scars almost fading under it. The thought of the washing water faded from her mind.

"Tell me it was an acident, please."

"Does it look like one?" Y/N replied.

She wished they had caved the enourmous hole JJ suggest cause now she could bury herself on it. Pope's face looked full of pity like Kiara, John B. was confused - she made it herself? - but JJ, he was hurted, and she lightly pinched her arm for causing it.

"I'm sorry. I wanna go home." the girl said, grabbing her stuff, heading to the Twinkie. JJ followed her, trying to take her bag to care it.

"Wait." he begged, not really reaching her steps.

"No! JJ! Stop! Leave me, I just wanna go home"

"Give me the bag. Let me help you"

"You can't help me!"

It was not about the bag. She stopped, she fell, holding her knees close to her chest, crying the heart out. Lucky no one was around. JJ lowered next, stroking her hair.

"It's okay" he whispered.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" she repeated over and over.

"Hey, no, don't be. I am the one who should be sorry. Look at me." his hands reached her face to pull it up seeing her wet lashes. "Sorry I didn't realized before" he begged again, because the memories just hitted him. The way she was always complainnig about the fights her parents were having, but still refused to leave the house, how she was tired all the time, even though she just woke up. Too many alcohol, to many cigarettes, less hangouts, less calls, less partys, much thoughts, much silence.

He fastly wiped the tears down his face holping she didn't noticed, just hugged she tightly.

The pogues approxed and they were hugging she too, whispering sweet nothings. Sweet everythings.

John B. was the first to get up holding his hand out for her.

"Let's go home." he says. They all know where is home.

In the ride JJ made sure he held she close, hand on her pulse, time in time putting his nose between her hair, just to know she's there, safe, with him.

"Can I ask you..." he carefully began "Where is the thing... you used?"

"In my bag, the little left pocket."

JJ almost cried again, for knowing that she cared it around, like a thing she needed close. He found it, trew it out tge window.

"You're going to be fine." he reasured "I'm right here. We can beat any shit together."

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[delicate-moon-princess]

Swallow

Swallow

Summary: Sherlock allows you to sample his favorite brandy. He has you drink it in the most unusual way.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Warnings: 18+ smutty content, petplay? (use of the terms “pet” and “master” but that's about it), consumption of alcohol, spitting kink (spitting drink into mouth), praise kink, a little bit of dumbification, hinted blowjob- Let me know if I forgot anything!

Word Count: 800ish

Any typos are my own!

A/N: YAY! 211 followers!😆 Thank you all so much! I wanted to get this little oneshot posted before I go to bed, just to keep your desires satisfied until I can put together something a little longer hehe 😉 Enjoy everyone!

Your head was resting on his knee as his fingers buried themselves in your hair, massaging your scalp. He chuckled when you purred at the spine tingling sensation. Sherlock gazed down at you as you pressed your cheek into the fabric of his trousers, your eyes closed in bliss.

“Does my little rabbit enjoy it when I give her pets?” He hummed, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You peeked at him, nodding bashfully. You did enjoy his gentle caressing, perhaps even too much. You knelt at his feet as he reclined in his favorite armchair. He cradled your jaw as he grinned once more. His thumb rubbed your cheek.

“How sweet you are, pet. Such a good girl.” He murmured as he reached for his brandy on the side table.

You watched him take a sip, wondering what it tasted like. You had never been allowed to taste his favorite brandy before. He raised a brow, smirking as you gazed at him curiously.

“Are you thirsty, pet? I suppose a little sip won’t hurt you.” He cocked his head to the side. “What do you say?”

Sherlock was always adamant about using your good manners.

“Please, may I have a sip, sir?” You sat up straighter as you looked into his eyes.

“Good girl. Just a sip.” He tugged lightly on the back of your hair, making you lean back. “Open your mouth.”

Without hesitation, you opened your lips. Sherlock smiled at you, still tenderly stroking your cheek.

“You will take what your Master gives you, pet. And you will be grateful.” He reminded you of your place.

You nodded. The detective hummed and raised the glass to his lips. He took a big swig, holding the liquid on his tongue as he bent down. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise when he spat the brandy into your open mouth.

The action was humiliating yet so arousing. He emptied his mouth into yours, making you shiver. The brandy was strong and made your taste buds tingle as it coated your tongue. He licked his lips as he pulled away, cradling your jaw.

“Good rabbit. Now swallow.” He closed your jaw with his hand, watching you carefully.

You did so. It burned your throat and settled in your stomach warmly. You hiccuped, biting your lower lip as you coughed softly.

“T-Thank you, Master.” You rasped. 

Even though the drink wasn’t great, the fact that it came directly from Sherlock’s mouth made your pussy pulsate in need. He tossed his head back with a soft laugh.

“It is too strong, darling?” He watched you shrug. You didn’t want to seem ungrateful for not liking it.

“How about another sip?” He offered with a smirk and you hesitated. You squirmed, trying to get any bit of pressure on your aching cunt.

After a pause, you nodded. Without being asked, you opened wide for him. He grinned and took another sip. He spit it into your mouth again, this time tugging at your hair.

“Swallow.” He growled.

You obeyed, moaning as it burned all the way down. He snickered a little. You pinched your eyes shut, throbbing between your legs once more.

“Thank you.” You looked down, trying not to let him see you wince.

“What a good little pet I have. Taking what her Master gives her without a second thought. All you want to do is please me. Oh, yes. That’s all that tiny mind of yours worries about. How to please your Master. It’s your only purpose, isn’t it?” He cooed, setting the glass down so he could bring your face up.

“From sunrise to sunset, all you think about is me. What a loyal pet you are, sweet rabbit.” He purred, holding your face in his hands.

His praise made you squirm and nuzzle his palms. He smelled so good. The detective hummed as he watched you lean into his touch. It made you open your eyes when his hands fell from your cheeks.

“Look at what you’ve done.” He clicked his tongue, pointing to his lap.

You followed his finger, gasping when you noticed the bulge he was sporting. His finger snapped, bringing your attention back to his face. He shook his head scoldingly.

“What am I to do with this? Who will take care of this need I have?” He sighed dramatically.

You jumped at the opportunity. Tugging on his pant leg, you whimpered desperately. The need to please him filled you. You sat your chin on his thigh, waiting for further instruction. His permission was needed before you could make a move. Sherlock laughed at your eagerness. 

“My pet, will you take care of me? How sweet. Go ahead, unbutton my trousers. I have something else to slip into your sweet mouth.” He reclined and nodded for you to continue.

“And don’t forget to swallow what your master gives you, darling.”

A/N: Love you all! Goodnight 💜

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[fastandtheformula1]

Max Verstappen Blurb- he walks in on you changing

a/n: yes I’m alive! school has been absolutely energy draining, but I’ve managed to write something. yay!

summary: blurb of max walking in on you changing

pairing: female reader x max verstappen

warnings: mentions of nudity, think that’s it

word count: 211

not my gif!

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we all know this man is cocky/confident af

and when he does something it does it all the way

including doors

the first time he opened the door to his apartment you thought he was angry because of how aggressive he pushed it

this included interior doors too unfortunately

however one time he opened the door…accidentally seeing you half naked

you’d be dressing yourself from the night previous because you and max had been… doing adult activities

specifically each other… anyway

and you’d already put pants and undergarments on but you still needed a shirt

which is when he opened the door

“Have you seen my… ah! Sorry, honey!”

he just mumbles and shuts the door

you’re super confused because he’d seen you naked the night previous

so you put on your his shirt and find him

“max?”

he’s scrolling on his phone but you can tell he’s mentally kicking himself

“hi”

he just blurts his apology

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to walk in on you- I just- I”

“It’s fine, baby. You’ve seen me naked before.”

“Still.”

He’s so angry at himself

“Honestly. It’s okay.”

“But mijn liefde”

“Max. You’re fine, honey.”

“Okay.”

Then you end up just cuddling him for the rest of the day 🥰🥰

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[tonberry-yoda]

Dio x shy male reader afraid to ask to sit in Dios lap?

Sit - DIO

notes - okay funny story. I've been reading Interview with the Vampire and DIO is literally just Lestat. They are my two gay vampire icons, so thank you for this request anon!! It's a super mini fic, but know that this made me smile and giggle because my blonde vampires are my everything. Also, I didn't specify gender, so you can read it however! word count - 211

"What is it?" You heard DIO's deep voice say from the other side of the room. "I can tell you want to ask me something."

You stiffened, blushing. "It's nothing." you said quietly.

DIO just laughed at you, his deep chuckle echoing in the small room. "Just tell me, I won't bite."

You knew that wasn't true. If anything, that's the first thing he would do.

"Really, DIO, it's nothing."

You looked into the darkness and saw his pale figure sit up on his bed, his long finger signaling for you to come closer.

Like your legs had a mind of their own, you started walking towards him until you got to the edge of the bed where he sat. He grabbed your chin and brought your face down to his level, smiling at you.

"Tell me." he said.

You looked down at his lap and blushed. God, it sounded stupid, you didn't even want to think about asking.

"y/n-" he started.

"Can I sit in your lap?" The words flew out of you, sounding even more stupid then you thought.

DIO laughed for a long while, but quickly stopped, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you down on his lap.

"You never have to ask." he cooed, kissing your ear.

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[3terna15unshin3]

Then Because She Goes

Instagram AU (volume i)

back to masterlist — volume ii — volume iii

a/n: I really wanted to add more visuals to the TBSG universe so here is a the first part of my Instagram AU!!! This volume is full of 'posts' that would've occurred during the span of the fic, future volumes will include ones from the time jump before the epilogue and maybe even after that too :)) lmk what u think! AND try to spot all of the tiny references to the fic i added 😝😝 love u

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[queen-of-reptiles]

𝚂𝚆𝙰𝙽

description: in which katie mccabe's girlfriend is on her final run of Swan Lake as Odette, and sometimes all you need is a bit of love to help say goodbye.

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katie mccabe x female reader

disclaimer: this is all a work of fiction - she never dated Rue and Caitlin in this :)

warnings: Nothing too bad, a little saucy and slightly sexual comments.

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y/n:

From Birmingham to Salford, to Sunderland to Edinburgh, to Plymouth and now back to Edinburgh to say goodbye.

This last year has been nothing short of breath-taking and a dream. To the cast who have been fantastic, thank you, I have made some lifelong friends.

To my dance teachers and directors, you gave a little nobody the chance to be her dream and I cannot be more grateful to you for that.

And finally, Odette, thank you for your have turned me into the princess a young girl once dreamed of being.

The best of luck to all those continuing, and onto the next journey.

love,

y/n xx

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username7: Katie having a potential new gf who is A BALLET DANCER of all things is insane!!!!

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username8: She is also a ballroom dancer! my friend took a few masterclasses off of her and said she is like the sweetest thing!

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y/n three fantastic years with you, I cannot explain how much i love you and how grateful I am to have had you in my life.

I’m so glad you knocked me down in that park all those years ago, because it has led to the best thing in my life <3

Too many more my love xxx

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y/n sighed as her phone blew up yet again, her notifications going insane on the bench next to her as she watched her girlfriend train.

Jonas was shouting football instructions y/n vaguely recognised from the sidelines as the training session drew to a close.

y/n was lucky, Jonas was fine with her in the training sessions having been with Katie so long, the team loving her and the fact a lo of the training staff's children had private dance lessons with y/n.

As the session slowly drew to a close, y/n left her phone blowing up on the bench as she went around and helped with picking up the cones.

She found herself at the training centre more often recently, finding it boring being at home while she waited for the announcement of her new job, the BBC still keeping it quiet.

As y/n bent down and grabbed another cone, two familiar hands placed themselves on her hips and as she stood back up she was pulled back into a chest.

"Alright, twinkle toes?" Leah asked with a mock Irish accent, y/n laughed as Katie's head popped up at the sound of her, the Irish woman rolling her eyes at her teammate who had her arms around her girl.

"Oi, Williamson, hands off!" Katie yelled, leaving Caitlin and Alessia who rolled their eyes as the Irish woman chased down the currently benched blonde captain.

Katie's hands pushed Leah from y/n, the blonde stumbling as Katie wrapped her arms around her lover, pressing a long kiss to her lips as y/n squeaked and turned to face Leah worriedly.

"Katie careful with her!" The dancer chided her girlfriend who rolled her eyes as Leah pouted, leaning into the natural worry the dancer had for her.

"Yeah Katie, careful with me." Leah mocked and the Irish woman scoffed.

"No." Katie chided as y/n tried to move from her arms.

"I wanna help." The dancer whined at her girlfriend. Katie just shrugged and kissed her again, Leah groaning in disgust as she walked off, wanting to go bother someone else.

"Y/n! Your phone's going mental!" Kyra calls from across the pitch, y/n pulls away from the worryingly addictive lips of her girlfriend and looked toward the young girl.

"Yeah, I know darling, just leave it." y/n called, Kyra grinning at her as she followed the rest of her team inside, leaving the two lovers alone on the pitch.

"Social media still going mad over us?" Katie asks her worriedly, her slightly clammy hand coming up to cup her love's cheek as she nodded.

"Yeah, but it will die down eventually." The girl said unbothered.

"You sure you are still okay with us going public?" Katie asks and the dancer giggled.

"Too late to take it back now Katie-bear." She smiled, Katie hushing her use of the nickname which melted her heart.

"Shh, if the girls heard that nickname I would never heard the end of it." Katie tells her and the dancer in her arms laughed, Katie's hands squeezing her waist tighter at the sound which made her heart light.

"Oh yeah, you have to keep up that big bad wolf persona." y/n mocked with a giggle, Katie looking at her offended.

"Excuse me, I am a big bad wolf." Katie defended.

"In your dreams lovie." y/n laughed, but she screeched when Katie threw her over her shoulder, Katie's strong hands holding tight to her thighs as she began to spin in circles.

"Ready to say sorry?" Katie asked, her grin wide at the sound of her lover's giggles.

"Okay, okay I'm sorry." She called, which caused Katie to place her back on her feet, the Irish woman's hands coming to rest on her hips to steady the dizzy girl, who hadn't been able to spot on a place while being spun.

The dancer giggled again and Katie couldn't help but cup her face and pull her in for a kiss, their lips meeting and Katie quickly deepening the kiss.

Katie's arms moved back down to grip the hips of her lover, pulling her closer to her body, y/n's small arms wrapping around Katie's neck, holding tight as she pulled herself up and closer.

Katie's tongue infected her mouth, claiming her as she squeezed her tighter to her body, both of them too caught up in the deep kiss to hear Leah coming to look for them.

"Oh come on!" Leah huffed. "Take a breath!" She yelled at them, Katie rolls her eyes as her hand slips down and squeezes her girlfriend's ass to annoy the blonde who gagged from afar.

y/n pulled away giggling, as Katie squeezed once more before letting her go, the Irish woman grabbing her hand as they walked toward Leah, the blonde holding the dancer's phone in her hand.

"You two are sickening." Leah says, a thump echoing her statement causing Leah to whine, and cling to the dancer who instantly comforted her.

"Katie!"

"What?"

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through the hourglass 258. brb x oc

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Oh how the universe liked laughing at him.

At least it was a late one because he’d have to leave after his birthday. 

He did read the papers in front of Cyclone, the Vice-Admiral moving back and forth on his chair as he waits for Rooster’s reply…but he cut him off first, “It’s not a long one.” he says, face neutral, “Considering everything…think about this as your last mission as a Lieutenant and then everything else will change once you become a Lt.Commander,hm?”

Rooster's eyes remained fixed on the papers Cyclone had placed in front of him, his expression thoughtful. He had expected the possibility of another deployment, but the timing of it weighed heavily on him. His birthday was just around the corner, and he had been looking forward to spending it at home with Beatrice and their family.

He ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips as he considered Cyclone's words. Rooster respected him immensely, and he knew that Cyclone had his best interests at heart, right?

"It's just...the timing, sir," Rooster began, his voice measured. "Seems every deployment of mine is…weirdly timed.” Cyclone arched his brow and Rooster clears his throat, “I’m not complaining sir,I can still celebrate it.”

Cyclone leaned back in his chair, studying Rooster with a keen gaze. "The timing of these missions is beyond our control. You know how it is in the military."

Rooster nodded, his jaw tense as he considered Cyclone's words. He did understand, but it didn't make it any easier to accept. Especially now. “I know sir. I appreciate it.” he whispers, “Anything else I should know? Who else will be on the mission?”

Cyclone leaned forward, his expression becoming more serious. "This mission is classified, Lieutenant," he replied. "I can't disclose too many details at this time. The rest of the team will be briefed separately."

Rooster nodded, “Understood, sir," he said, his tone respectful. "I'll prepare myself accordingly."

Cyclone gave a firm nod. "Good. I have every confidence in your abilities, Lieutenant," he said. "You've proven yourself time and time again. This mission is important, and I believe you're the right person for the job."

Rooster felt a swell of pride at Cyclone's words, inhaling happily while smiling back at him. "Thank you, sir," he replied. "I won't let you down."

Cyclone offered a small, approving smile. "That's what I like to hear," he said. "You'll receive the full mission briefing tomorrow. For now,dismissed.”

With that, Rooster left Cyclone's office, his mind racing with thoughts about the upcoming mission. He exhales when he walks out of the office, papers under his arm and eyes moving around as if to check he was truly alone.

He half expected Mark to show up and immediately ask him what happened at dinner, but no, he hadn’t seen the other pilot the entire morning…and it worried him a little. Choosing to now busy himself with something else, he looked down at the file again as he made his way back to his office.

Rooster's office was a small, tidy - as often as he could have it - space filled with various medals and commendations displayed proudly on one wall. His desk, cluttered with paperwork, sat opposite the wall, and a large window provided a view of the military base outside. It was a space that had become a second home to him over the years, a place where he had spent countless hours working and preparing for missions.

As he settled into his chair, Rooster placed the file Cyclone had given him on his desk and leaned back, running a hand through his hair only to drop his hand back down on the wooden surface. Rooster's fingers drummed absentmindedly on his desk as he tried to focus on the task at hand—reviewing the mission details.He read through the sections he could access, noting the location of the mission and the expected duration.

Three months.

Well. Could be much worse.

He wouldn’t see the twins back at home and that crushed him. He rubs his eyes, then his forehead and then just stares down at the piece of paper for a few seconds.

Rooster's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Three months away from home meant missing crucial milestones in the lives of his newborn twins. He felt a pang of guilt deep within his chest, wishing he could be there to witness their growth and development. The thought of leaving Beatrice to care for their babies on her own for such an extended period weighed heavily on him.

He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts that threatened to overwhelm him. This was his duty, and he had a mission to focus on. Rooster knew he needed to compartmentalize his feelings and concentrate on the task ahead. After all, he had been trained for this kind of situation, and he had a responsibility to his team and his superiors.

With a deep breath, Rooster began to delve into the mission details, studying maps, reviewing objectives, and analyzing potential challenges. He made notes, highlighting critical information and strategies that would be crucial for the success of the operation.

He stared at the area for a few more second, tapping his pen against the papers before a knock on his door made him look up, “Who is it?”

“McAllister sir!” a pause “Can I come in?”

Rooster blinked, then leaned back on his chair, “Sure, come on in.” it’s been a while since he saw the younger recruit, both of them have been quite busy and McAllister and his friends were training really hard.

The door to Rooster's office swung open, and in walked McAllister. He saluted smartly as he entered, his expression a mix of nervousness and determination, smiling trembling a bit. 

“Hello sir.” hand still up to his temple, “Morning,sir.”

"At ease, recruit," Rooster said, offering a reassuring nod. He motioned for McAllister to take a seat in one of the chairs opposite his desk. "What brings you here today?"

McAllister settled into the chair, his posture still displaying a certain level of tension. "Thank you, sir," he replied, his voice respectful. "I wanted to ask…if we are going to join your mission.” he says softly, “It’s because…well,we weren’t really added into any others after what happened the last time and- and we’ve been training so much! We…just want to help is all.”

Rooster hummed, no doubt what Raptor and Jaws did months ago - and their punishment - weighed heavily on the other squad members. But Rooster did ask Cyclone to not punish everyone else, especially considering Rooster was the one who asked for him to promote McAllister, “Listen,McAllister, we won’t be able to be in a lot of missions together. It’s not because you guys aren’t good but…sometimes, we need people to be more up to speed, you know?”

McAllister nodded, his expression falling a bit. "I get it, sir," he replied, his tone respectful. “It's just…we want to prove ourselves, especially after what happened last time."

Rooster appreciated McAllister's determination and drive. He knew that the younger recruits were eager to prove themselves and make up for the past incident. "I understand your eagerness, McAllister," he said, his voice filled with a sense of camaraderie. "And I appreciate your dedication to improving. Just remember, every mission is different, and sometimes, it's about having the right skills and experience for the task at hand."

McAllister nodded again, his gaze steady. "Yes, sir," he replied, "We'll be ready for anything."

Rooster couldn't help but offer a small smile. " don't worry, opportunities will come, and when they do, you and your squad will have a chance to shine."

McAllister's eyes lit up with renewed determination. "Thank you, sir," he said gratefully. "We'll make the most of any chance we get."

Rooster leaned back in his chair, feeling a sense of pride for the dedication and resilience displayed by McAllister and his squadmates. "I have no doubt you will," he replied. "Now, is there anything else you wanted to discuss?"

McAllister hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Actually, sir, there is one more thing," he began, his voice quieter. "It's about um…officer Halton? It…well,you guys are friends,right?”

Oh.

No.

Rooster’s smile drops, why was Mark talking to McAllister?? Of all people? “...I wouldn’t call it friendship.” he says with a strained smile, “We don’t know each other that well.”

McAllister seemed a bit taken aback by Rooster's response but quickly regained his composure. "I see, sir," he replied, his voice careful. "I just…well, he just seemed er…overly friendly with us?” he adds with a little frown, “I don’t know why? So we just…assumed he wanted to know more about us or something?”

Rooster's eyebrows furrowed in concern,straightening his body to speak with the younger recruit.. "What do you mean by ‘friendly?" 

McAllister hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "It's just that he's been trying to engage us in conversation," he explained, "asking about our backgrounds, our experiences, things like that. It's not that unusual, but...it just feels a bit...off, you know? Because he doesn’t…know us that well."

It was indeed strange for Mark to take such a keen interest in the new recruits, especially considering the rather frosty relationship between him and Rooster. "I see," Rooster replied, his tone thoughtful. "And how have you and your squadmates been responding to his questions?"

McAllister shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Well, sir," he admitted, "at first, we were polite and answered his questions, thinking it was just friendly curiosity. But it's been getting more frequent, and it feels like he's prying into our personal lives. We've started giving more vague answers to avoid sharing too much."

What the fuck was up with these people?

Rooster nodded, understanding the predicament McAllister and his squadmates were facing. "That's a good approach," he said,trying to remain as neutral as he could. "Did you tell anyone else or was I the first one you said anything?” Cyclone would’ve mentioned something if that was the case.

McAllister shook his head, "You're the first one I've mentioned it to," he admitted, "I wasn't sure if it was something worth bringing up, but since you two were- I mean we thought you were friends. We thought it might be best to get a second opinion.”

“Anything else?”

“No sir.”

“Were you guys uncomfortable when he asked?”

McAllister frowned, “...more…more confused? I guess, we uh, we just didn’t know why he was so friendly to us. He also asked if we were the ones you helped.” Rooster tensed up a bit, “But like, you didn’t help us per se, we just,well you did help but what I mean is-”

Rooster holds up his hand with a small smile, “I know what you mean,McAllister and I appreciate it. But don’t worry, truly, I’m sure this is just…a weird social cue.” he wasn’t certain about that honestly.

McAllister nodded, his expression still a mix of confusion and concern. "I hope you're right, sir," he replied, "but I just wanted to ask you about it, nothing-nothing bad, you know?” McAllister clears his throat, the tension in his shoulders easing just a bit. "Thank you, sir," he said, "for listening. We appreciate it."

Rooster smiled, genuinely touched by McAllister's gratitude. "You're welcome, McAllister," he replied, "we’ll figure it out,okay? Don’t worry about it too much."

As their conversation came to an end, Rooster couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease about Mark's behavior. It was one thing to be civil for the sake of their shared duty, but Mark's newfound interest with everyone was weird.

He had to look into it later.

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As Rooster headed back home, his mind was still occupied by thoughts of Mark and the strange turn of events. He knew he needed to talk to Beatrice about it and get her perspective. He had a feeling she’d agree with him.

Upon reaching the front door, Rooster entered and found Beatrice sitting on the couch, reading a book. Her attention shifted from the pages to him as he stepped in, and she smiled brightly, “Hi.”

“Hey,” he looks around a bit, trying to find the dogs, “Where’s everyone?”

She points to the staircase, “With Nikki, they probably noticed I am going back to work tonight so they are just…easing her a bit.” she says,setting the book aside.

Oh.

He forgot she was going back to the Hard Deck. And he wasn’t sure how to feel about it, “...right,I completely forgot you are coming back to the bar,” he mutters, “I got so used to having you close,gorgeous…what will we do with you gone?” and he playfully pouts at her, even if he was genuinely asking himself that.

Beatrice chuckled at Rooster's pout, as she stood up from the couch and walked over to him, her arms wrapping around his waist as she leaned in for a tender kiss on those very pouty - and plushy - lips. "Don't worry, Roos," she murmured against his lips, "I'll still be around when I'm not at the bar. You know that. You can always call me."

Rooster couldn't help but smile into the kiss, his worries easing at her reassuring words. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss briefly before resting his forehead against hers. "You're right,gorgeous," he said, his voice soft, "We'll make it work. Are you excited about going back?”

“I am!” she says, backing away from him to check her bag, she was already dressed and freshly showered, ready to go back into the action, “I…I really missed you know? I missed the bar and…I missed serving the folks.” she chews her lower lip, “I mean,I do,I love being here with you but–”

“Baby,” he coos, holding up a hand, “Baby it’s fine. I know what you mean.”

He moved closer to her, his hands gently resting on her shoulders. "I'm glad you're excited,gorgeous," he said, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "And I'm happy for you."

Beatrice leaned into his touch, her eyes locking onto his. "Thank you, Roos," she replied, her voice soft. "But enough about me! How was your day?"

"My day was alright," he said, his voice thoughtful. "Work was the usual,but uh…I’m going to be deployed after my birthday.”

“...oh.”

“Yeah.”

Her back expanded as she inhaled and she leans back to look at him. There’s some disappointment in there, but it wasn’t enough to worry him, “It’s okay.’ she smiles, “It’s okay we both knew it could happen,Roos.”

Rooster couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and sadness at Beatrice's understanding response.He reached out to gently cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin."Thank you for understanding,gorgeous," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I hate the thought of being away from you and the kids, but it's part of the job, you know?"

Beatrice covered his hand with hers, her fingers entwining with his. "I do know," she replied, her voice soft. "And I'll always support you, Roos. We'll make the most of the time we have before your deployment. We can have your birthday party ready!”

“We sure can.”

She hums happily, backing away from him for a second to walk to the kitchen, “Anything else happened?”

He parts his lips, then wonders if he should share about the whole thing with McAllister. He waits a few seconds, pondering his response, then mutters, “Well,a few things but nothing to worry about.” he says, “I can tell you when you get back.”

“Oh,” she stops filling her water bottle to look back at him, “You sure?”

He didn’t want her to worry, he didn’t want her first day back to be like that. Plus he had some people to call and talk to, “Yeah,” he grins, “I’m sure.”

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Interesting Papers for Week 5, 2024

Input density tunes Kenyon cell sensory responses in the Drosophila mushroom body. Ahmed, M., Rajagopalan, A. E., Pan, Y., Li, Y., Williams, D. L., Pedersen, E. A., … Clowney, E. J. (2023). Current Biology, 33(13), 2742-2760.e12.

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Divide Codes

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General Overarching Code

The equal sign is not a part of the code, it is just a means to simplify things. The first sign is supposed to look like a traditional division symbol.

*/. = divide from the kingdom / a divide is located there

<> = messengers needed / meeting between allies

< = sentries/robotic check in the next few days

> = traitor suspected

+ = check in went fine / traitor is gone

- = this faction of the divide has been caught. RUN

[ = new members, not tested, tread carefully

] = new members, limited testing, tread carefully

[ ] = new members, fully tested and trusted

From Withing the Shadows Codes

/ = guard checks / checkpoint

\ = abandoned spot

| = go to meeting place B or C

x = we’re being watched

% = we’ve been found out HIDE

Letters to Numbers:

A = 113     H = 132    O = 213     V = 311

B = 212     I = 222     P = 333     W = 312

C = 131     J = 332     Q = 123      X = 223

D = 111     K = 122     R = 231     Y = 221

E = 321     L = 331     S = 313     Z = 233

F = 232     M = 323     T = 112

G = 211     N =133     U = 121

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