#You shall never know who he's talking to on the phone (is it obvious?)

[larsofthe-stars]

Whomp whomp

#You shall never know who he's talking to on the phone (is it obvious?) #also hahahahha no ass L #prohibitedwish #prismo x scarab #fionna and cake

[mackjlee9]

Mammon x Demon!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; stuck-in-a-wall trope, overstimulation, mind-break, master kink, fwb au.

Masterlist.

Game; Obey Me: Shall We Date?

Requested by Mister "A" on AO3.

(M/n) was a well-known demon in the Devildom, whether it was because of his looks or magic it didn't matter that much. He was powerful, almost as powerful as Lord Diavolo, why? No one knew, but they knew not to mess with him.

Everyone knew of the unspoken rule, but did Mammon care? Not one bit, that's for sure. Even so, it brought him so much fun and... a good fuck every once in a while.

The way they met wasn't extravagant or anything, Mammon was working in Hell's Kitchen after he fucked up and Lucifer scolded him for it, taking his dear Goldie away until he learned from his mistakes... kinda useless, Lucifer should know by now that Mammon would always be Mammon. He met (M/n) there, a man that looked rich, even if he didn't try, his demeanor and behavior screamed "rich bitch" everywhere you looked.

And Mammon just took the chance.

That chance took him to (M/n)'s bed, ending with him thoroughly fucked and almost unable to move on his own.

He kept encountering him, and with time, they just turned into friends with benefits.

But now, Mammon is really questioning the reason he came over, watching through the invisible wall how (M/n) walked closer to him, unbuckling his belt.

I'm fucked...

//////

(M/n) had received a text from Mammon telling him he had been gambling and lost a lot of money, so he needed to hide from Lucifer and the people he owned money to for a while, just until he was able to get the correct amount, or have someone else pay for it.

He doubted for a few seconds, painfully aware of how Mammon would take someone's expensive belongings to sell and continue gambling, he has a really bad habit of stealing and losing it all, so, even if he's not used to using his powers unless he absolutely needs to, (M/n) went around his apartment, placing spells around anything that could catch Mammon's eye, specifically leaving the expensive stuff in plain view.

He trusted Mammon would never steal from him, he's never done it before, but this time, he was hiding from Lucifer and who knows how many other people, so he couldn't be sure.

The most valuable stuff was in his room, and leaving a good amount of money on the desk, he placed the biggest trap on it. The other spells would only zap him or create a wall of protection, but this? This was gonna trap Mammon until he decided to break the spell.

A few minutes later, the bell rang and Mammon's voice could be heard through the door.

"(M/n), open up~!" He said in a cheerful voice, making the male show a small smile as he rolled his eyes.

He opened the front door, being greeted with a hug from the white-haired male before he made himself at home.

They didn't do much, they watched a movie, a few chapters of a popular series, and talked a bit, unusual behavior for them, since they only met up to have sex, but not this time.

"I need to use the bathroom, excuse me," (M/n) muttered setting his beer down, standing up, and going to his bathroom.

"Sure~ I'll wait," Mammon said looking down at his phone. He heard the bathroom door close and he stood up, searching around to find anything he could take without (M/n) noticing, "Nope, that's too obvious," he whispered while looking at the big black vase holding a bouquet of flowers, "Well... it looks really expensive-"

He bit his tongue and turned around before he decided to take that, and he kept swiftly looking around, soon spotting (M/n)'s bedroom door open. His mind flashed with all the small but valuable things he has seen in there while getting his brains fucked, and taking a deep breath to steady his speeding heartbeat, he walked in.

Mammon didn't have to search around for long, because on top of the desk, very obviously in plain sight, there was a small pile of cash. He didn't think much of how it was placed, it was almost as if it had huge arrows pointing at it, and a megaphone repeating 'Money! Right here, Mammon!' over and over again.

Everyone knows that Mammon isn't the brightest of the bunch, and he's aware of that, and tries to be better, it just... never works.

Rushing without a care in the world, Mammon placed his hands on the money and grabbed it, but before he could react, the trap had been activated, the money disappearing as it was never there, he tried to move closer to look around to find it, but as he bent over the desk, he got trapped in a spell. A magic wall.

Now he realized he fucked up.

(M/n) came out of the bathroom, and saw the living room empty, so he knew his plan might've worked, he just had to find Mammon, and by the sounds coming through the slightly open door of his room, he didn't have to look for long.

There, he saw Mammon struggling to try and break free from the grip the magic wall had on him, but it really wasn't working, even more, since the spell (M/n) used disabled the abilities of who it catches, so Mammon really wasn't getting out of there. And while trashing around, Mammon had seen over his shoulder through the invisible wall.

And that takes us to the present.

"(M/n), how nice it is seeing you! Could you please help me?" The (h/c) haired demon stayed silent for a few seconds, enjoying the flustered look on Mammon's face after being caught, and soon a smirk grew on his face, reaching his hand down to unbuckle his belt.

"You need punishment, love."

//////

"M-master, please... I-I can't cu-cum anymore~," Mammon's words were slurred, his eyes rolling into the back of his head with every hard thrust inside him, hitting and stimulating his prostate endlessly, his hands gripping the desk, leaving the scratch marks of his nails on the dark wood.

(M/n) kept a tight grip on Mammon's hips, using his magic to create a phantom hand that would grip his white hair, pulling it and keeping his head up.

"You should've thought twice before trying to take my money, darling," (M/n) slowed down his thrusts, his hips flushed against Mammon's, every inch of his cock buried deep inside him.

"Fuck~!" Mammon's voice came out an octave higher, his legs trembling, his dick twitching and oozing cum, "I'm sorry, please! I won't... I won't do it again, Master~"

(M/n) made the phantom hand turn Mammon's head a little toward him, their faces almost pressed together through the wall, "You mean it?" Mammon nodded frantically, tears filling his eyes and drool slowly dripping down the corners of his mouth.

"Please, I'm sorry... please please I can't-" his words were mumbled, sounding almost like a babble, and (M/n) was enjoying the view of an overstimulated Mammon, maybe a little too much.

"You want me to let you go?" Mammon whimpered and nodded, whining a small 'yes~' as his hands desperately gripped the desk harder, his legs were trembling so much he was glad (M/n) and the wall was holding him up, "Make me cum then."

(M/n)'s words were followed by hard, deep thrusts, filling every inch of Mammon's pulsating insides, making him cry out with pleasure, cum just leaking from his cock and his body shaking from the feeling of his prostate being pounded. He was fully crying now, tears sliding down his face and neck, some drops falling to the ground he was standing on.

Mammon's mouth was wide open, releasing lewd moans and whines, his eyes closing every few seconds, his eyelashes soaked with his tears.

What a pretty sight~

The phantom hand released Mammon's hair, sticking its fingers in his mouth instead. Mammon moaned around the digits in his mouth, and with slow motions, the hand started finger-fucking his mouth, making the demon choke on his moans and drool.

Knowing about Mammon's small oral fixation was a nice detail (M/n) casually found out, and hearing Mammon's muffled moans, getting louder and louder just made him feel accomplished, especially when he felt Mammon clenching around his cock every time the fingers went to far back in his throat.

He really liked this fucked dumb Mammon, so maybe he'll start leaving money out everywhere where the greedy demon could try and take it. Just maybe.

(What the fuck did I just write 💀 this is the worst)

(I ran out of ideas, if you didn't realize 🙃)

#obey me #mammon #obey me shall we date #anime #one shot #male reader #reader insert #x reader #smut #sub!obey me #top reader #top male reader #mammon x reader #mammon x male reader #obey me x reader #obey me x male reader #.mackjlee9 writes

[gaiathemexicanbeauty]

Imagine: Mike is back at his mall security guard job, and reader works at the support desk, but more specifically; is in charge of the lost and found.

1st time was because he found an forgotten phone (or something), and was told to take it to the lost and found, where he first met reader.

Then he starts being extra vigilent when walking around, looking for any item that looks misplaced or lost, no matter how unimportant, just as an excuse to go to the lost and found to talk to reader

(Ive never done this before, so sorry if i did anything wrong!)

lost and found | mike schmidt x reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: none! just a nice little fluffy piece about a sad sad man lol <3

to the asker, i hope you know that i saw this in my inbox and literally squealed, i was waiting for someone to drop a mike request

i hope that this is to your liking, i was going back and forth trying to decide how to start this off and coming up with tiny little ideas to add

also this probably goes without saying, but i have never worked at a mall nor interacted with mall staff if i can help it so if anything sounds off, feel free to correct me

to anyone who also writes on tumblr, pls tell me how you avoid using y/n, i tried to work around it as much as possible but some times just called for it

you hold your polite (albeit strained) smile to the blubbering woman walking away, unsure what to do with yourself as whoever she stands with rubs her back in comfortable circles. another lost wedding ring, gone to the test of time as long as the mall shall live: it's not that you didn't feel bad but after wedding ring #120, you kind of start to get used to the routine of things. lost and found wasn't your first choice when you first started working here but as long as you were getting a paycheck, you weren't going to complain. your side of the mall was rarely visited anyway, giving you the opportunity to do plenty of people watching when you weren't rummaging through piles of lost sweaters and purses.

you let out a quiet sigh once the customers are gone, sitting back in your seat and picking up the book you had once been reading; not like there was anything better to do. fully immersed in your book, you don't even notice the footsteps coming up to the counter. "um, hey." you jolt a bit at the sound of a voice, your gaze snapping from your book to whoever is standing only a few feet away. you have to hold back your reaction when you meet his eyes, tired but trying their best to look interested; it takes you a second to realize this is security and not another customer. "shoot, sorry." you mumble with an awkward smile as you sit up, resting your book in your lap to give the man in front of you your full attention. "how can i help you?" with a thin-lipped smile, he holds up a purse; from the looks of the logo on it, it's obvious this is designer.

you whistle as you take the purse from him, examining it with raised eyebrows. "well, you don't see this everyday. someone should come back for it, thanks." you say, flashing a grin at the security guard as he gives you a much more genuine smile. "no problem. if i had known lost and found got to see stuff like this, i would have put in to work over here instead." he says with a chuckle, folding his hands in front of him as he leans on the counter. "oh, we don't get interesting stuff that often, i promise you." you say with a roll of your eyes, putting the purse behind the counter; anyone in their right mind would come back for this thing. "enlighten me." before you can say something, the security guard outstretches a hand to you with a smile. "i'm mike, by the way. i work security." he says as you shake his hand, raising your eyebrows at him playfully. "(y/n). to give you some insight into how very little happens here, try and guess how many gachapon toys i have behind this counter."

and just like that, you've made a friend; not that you'd admit that mike wasn't sore on the eyes this soon. you just found it easy to talk to him considering you had never seen him around up until this point. after your first meeting, mike would regularly stop by whether he had something lost to leave with you or not: if you were lucky, he would even join you for lunch or walk you out at the end of a shift. little by little, you couldn't help but anticipate his arrival, the same relaxed smile always on his face much unlike the first time he'd approached you.

it's been almost a month by this point, you've had so many lost items deposited to you that after a while, throwing things away or reselling them (specific orders from your boss who was rather shocked at how many items you had in the back room) was required after a certain amount of time: not like anyone came back for them anyway. today was no different than the rest, the sounds of buzzing conversation in the distance from the more crowded areas of the mall. you pop the gum in your mouth as you paint your thumbnail a light-yellow color, scrunching your nose a bit at the smell of the nail polish. you blow softly on it, your eyes glancing up to scan your surroundings. what you see nearly makes you laugh. mike is walking over, seemingly at his normal pace before something catches his attention; whatever it is, you most definitely can't see it. when he stoops down to inspect it, he makes a face that you can only decipher as him being slightly annoyed. he catches you looking at him, an embarrassed smile on his face as he makes the rest of the walk of shame over to you when he realizes he's been caught.

"well, what is it this time? a broken watch? some cap with an unexplainable stain on it?" "what kind of person do you take me for? i'm just a faithful employee trying to do my job." mike says as he extends his arms with a playful smile, making you role your eyes as you abandon your nail polish to look up at the man in front of you. you close your eyes as you hold out your hand to him expectantly, waiting for him to drop something into your palm; after how often he came around, you made it something of a guessing game as to what mike was going to bring out. surprisingly, it's small, definitely plastic from the muted sound it makes when it lands in your hand. "it's a toy." "warm enough. you can open your eyes." you start to say something, opening your eyes and inspecting the item in your hand before you pause.

a small, plastic cat sits on a swing, it's paws holding on to the small chains attached to a brightly colored tab; it's obvious you could hang this off a shelf. your cheeks redden a bit as a sheepish smile grows on your face, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear as your other hand holds it up to inspect it further. you'd never actually stopped at the capsule toy machines yourself, starting your collection only a few weeks after starting your job when they popped up so frequently at the counter. "you like it?" you blink at mike as he smiles fondly at you, one hand propping his chin up; you swear you can see a hint of smugness in his gaze. "it's..yeah. it's cute." you say, unable to help the way you giggle a bit as you hang the toy on the edge of the counter. "good. better hope no one come's looking for it." he chuckles softly, his eyes dropping from yours for a moment as you stare in delight at the newest addition to your collection. "i wouldn't give it to them anyway. not knowing you got it for me." mike's lips part a bit in shock, a scoff of disbelief leaving him despite the smile on his face as you smile up at him knowingly. he tries to defend himself, stuttering to say something before you're called by one of your coworkers. "duty calls." you giggle as you rise from your seat, pretending not to notice the way mike is still trying to recover from being caught as you make your way over to your coworker, a smile tugging at your lips.

SECOND ONE SHOT IN A WEEK HOLY MOLY THIS IS NEW to the asker, i hope you enjoyed this, i tried to add my own little spin to things just to give it that little extra romantic flair lol BUTTT i hope that all of you are having a good rest of your day/night/afternoon and stay safe! :D

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[raisinchallah]

taylor swift is in the kinnie closet and we have to help her come out evidence taylor swift is a light yagami kinnie and he is also her muse this influences her music deeply you literally just need to read the lyrics as she says in her song blank space "ive got a blank space baby and ill write your name" who writes names on blank pages is she talking about her death note clear light yagami signalling here why else would she mention something so clearly associated with the anime death note she could have said ill think of your name ill call your name but she said WRITE something only light yagami does calling her song ANTIHERO a clear flag towards the anime forum debate community and its evolved form the anime youtube theory video where people discuss if light yagami is a villain or an anti hero she is positioning herself in relation to this besieged and beleaguered community a clear sign she herself considers herself part of the anime watching and commentating community which is a prerequisite to kinning light yagami she also had a tumblr account which is obvious kin flagging and also her song look what you made me do provides a reparative reading of the mediocre second half of death note providing the touching backdrop to one of the greatest amvs of our time death note look what you made me do her greatest gesture to the death note community something a mere outsider or anime ally would never she wrote "sorry the old taylor cant come to the phone right now why because shes dead" as a brave gesture stepping out of her traditional muse of light yagami who she identifies with greatly to embody his greatest enemies L and near and provide the moving soundtrack for their transition and give death note fans the closure they needed on Ls death that would be delivered on when the amv was created would some mere ally do that no we need to let the world know its a safe place for light yagami kins and we shall not judge taylor for her kin memories of being a serial killer and that its ok to write pop songs about death note please share to spread awareness

[freyjas-musings]

Thank you so much for the response abt the bonus chapter💙

To clarify ⚠️HOFAS AZ/NESTA/BRYCE BONUS SPOILERS AHEAD⚠️

apparently since Azriel said he doesn’t have a mate in the bonus chapter Gwynriel is “debunked.” I feel like SJM included that just to show that Az doesn’t know yet, but it’s so interesting how different biases cause people to interpret the books differently.

I just wish people wouldn’t comment spoilers like that on posts not tagged as spoilers for the sake of argument

⚠️ HOFAS SPOILERS⚠️

Why would Az need a book if he has already found out who his mate is, is already in a relationship with her and has found growth and healing 🤔 ?????

I would throw the world's biggest tantrum if I see his story happen off page 😅😅... So no thank you I will wait for his book.

The ACOTAR spin off's are based on individual couples getting together with an overarching plot . The Romance is central to the spin off books so it's never going to happen off page.

Just before someone says it's not true that SJM said that 😅😅😅

So, the obvious logic would be that an Azriel book would be about his journey, growth and healing with a Gwynriel romance and also have a connecting plot with plot lines ,if I were to guess it would illyrian and autumn and some connected to Nesta.

If anything the Az , Nesta and Bryces bonus establishes the following things:

1. The shadows aren't evil , they haven't disappeared. They are very much his companions as they always were and as they always will be ( SJMs words from Azriels bonus ACOSF) . They are wilder similar to that of Cormac from CC , they truly are Azriels companions.

2. They don't react to all music, as evidenced by the lack of a reaction when Bryce plays music on her phone. They only react to Azriel's voice, and dancing or singing is a playful positive thing and they dance to Gwyn( they danced with her breath as though they heard a silent music which in my opinion the mate bond, SJM described the bond as the song between mates souls) . There by proving they are indeed mates!!!!

3. Azriel's mother is alive , he doesn't still talk about her but he loves her and is fiercely protective of her. It would be an important part in his healing and journey. Thereby further solidifying that his book is NEXT.

There are a lot more plot points I shall pull up once everyone has access to the book about why it's definitely going to be Azriels book.

Also, the sleeping beauty non sense based on stone mother and glass coffin is the worst reach ever , I can write why it's wrong on so many levels but I would be adding spoilers that aren't from the bonus and I don't want to do that.

All I will say is that the sleeping beauty reach was worse than Bread and Roses , I don't know how they keep outdoing their own levels of idiocy so well .

Sorry the answer was long but I would rather be thorough 🤗

AND THATS WHAT YOU MISSED ON GLEE

(You cool kids will need to tell me if I said it right 😅)

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #pro gwynriel #gwyn acosf #acotar #azriel shadowsinger #gwyn x azriel #azriel #post acosf #acosf theory #acosf #hofas spoilers #hofas theory #cc hofas

[yenalogyy]

Kim Chaewon | Been a while V

“Quite surprising that you asked me to hang out, even though it hasn't been that long since we last met,” Chaewon remarked, her eyes locking onto Y/N with a playful yet inquisitive gaze. "Whatever could this possibly be about?"

He leaned back in his chair. "Stop with the bluff, Chaewon-ah. I know that you know why we’re both here."

"Honestly, I don’t know," Chaewon replied, her voice laced with feigned innocence.

"You met up with Kazuha recently, didn’t you?" His gaze was unrelenting.

"Maybe I did? Or maybe I didn’t?" Chaewon teased, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. "Besides, she’s in Japan. How could I have met her face to face when we’re in different countries?"

"Right. If you hadn’t met her recently, then at least you did have a phone call with her, didn’t you?"

"What makes you say that?"

"I saw her phone lit up, with a phone call coming through from you."

Chaewon leaned in closer, her playful demeanor fading. "Oh, what were you doing with her last night?"

"Chaewon-ah. Please."

"Look. I wish I could tell you, but I couldn’t. She told me to never tell you about it, and that she’d be the one to say it when the time comes."

"No hints..? Like, none?"

"Well," Chaewon hesitated, her expression growing serious. "I can tell you one thing. I don’t know how you’ll take the news she’d break to you. Because if you hadn’t moved on from her then… I don’t know."

His face fell, the weight of Chaewon's words sinking in. He contemplated the worst possible scenarios.

"Don’t feel sad. I’m sure you can take it."

"I’ll try. Anyways, what do you mean by ‘moved on’?"

"Isn’t it obvious that you hadn’t moved on from her? 'Cause if you have, we wouldn’t be having this conversation."

He sighed. "Bruh. You’re making it as if I’m a psychopath for being attached to her for so long."

"But isn’t that the case?"

"Who knows? Maybe I just used her as a reason to meet up with you."

Chaewon blinked in surprise. "…what?"

"Maybe I asked you about her a lot because I wanted you to feel jealous? Because, you’re one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met."

A grin crept onto Chaewon's face. "Just stop before I pour this tea up on your head."

He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. However, his expression soon turned somber again as he continued to process his feelings. Chaewon, feeling a pang of sympathy, reached over and gently patted his head.

“It’s going to be okay, Y/N,” she reassured him. “At least she talked about how you were still the same person you were in high school, if it makes you feel any better.”

"I see. Thanks, Chaewon-ah. It’s just that, it really has been quite a while since I last saw her, I don’t know how to feel."

"Well, you like her, don’t you?" Chaewon asked softly. "Just say it later when you part ways so that you don’t regret it."

Y/N considered her words. "...I’ll think about it. Thanks, pupu."

"Can’t believe you’re using the same nickname as Kazuha used to call me by," Chaewon mused with a bittersweet smile, concealing the ache in her heart.

______

After her meetup with Y/N, Chaewon stood in front of a station to meet with Kazuha that evening. She knew that Kazuha was aware of her earlier rendezvous with him, and she could sense that her friend had questions.

Kazuha then showed up not long after and asked, "So, did you tell him the reason I’m here?"

Chaewon shook her head. "No, not yet. He was asking about you, though."

Kazuha's curiosity piqued. "About me? What did he say?"

"He was concerned, you know," Chaewon replied, her gaze turning thoughtful. "He wanted to know what you've been up to and why you're here. But I didn't say much. I stuck to the story you told him."

Kazuha nodded in understanding. "Thanks. Then, shall we get going?”

She nodded, as they went on with their plan.

#kpopfanfic #kpopimagines #malereader #oneshot #fluff #le sserafim #kim chaewon #chaewon

[where-dreamers-go]

"Emotions Ignite" Dick Grayson x Reader

(A/N: And we’re back to the 1960s Dick Grayson soulmate au. This is Part 3 after Part 1: Emotions Read and Part 2: Scattered Emotions. We get to see what else is happening in their lives when they want to keep things private. Also what happens when Reader is ready to tell their guardian the news.

Warnings: Angst. Reader has social anxiety. Dick Grayson is the sweetest person ever. Fluff. Use of (Y/N), (Y/L/N), (mx).

Word Count: 6,914 words)

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A night in Gotham City could bring the unexpected. Some unwanted and some thought provoking.

Standing quietly, Dick Grayson’s cheeks grew warm.

On the other side of the door, he knew you were there feeling the same incredibly soft emotion that made him want to embrace you just one more time. Spend another moment in complete peace.

How could visiting you to share good news turn so tender and sweet?

Holy soulmates.

✧ ✧ ✧

A light rain sprinkled over Gotham City and its inhabitants. Pattering of rain struck the window as you sat in the study.

For once, you were home. No events or studying in sight. What a sweet relief.

It only took a whole week.

You had already visited the manor for a homework session and was immediately pulled into an hug by Mrs. Cooper. Most of your time spent there involved being cooed at by Mrs. Cooper and linking pinky fingers with Dick atop of the couch cushion. An extra sense of comfort. Surely it helped with the fluttering and zapping of emotions you had no right name for that zipped between you two.

Each time he had smiled, you tried not to think about the spontaneous kiss you gave him on the cheek. It was a sweet gesture. A ‘thank you’ of sorts. You only wished you had asked first. That or thought before you acted.

Continuing to listen to the rain, you enjoyed your solitude. Some amount of uninterrupted peace.

On the outside at least.

You had been avoiding the inevitable. Your guardian still didn’t know about the soulmate discovery. Hiding what was becoming a major part of your life was going to tire you out. Plus, you never knew if it could get you out of a social outing in the future. It was good to think ahead. Well, sometimes.

You sighed.

I really need to tell them. It’s been over a month. You thought. It might look obvious at some point. Maybe. Who knows.

Some where indoors your guardian went about their day.

There were no physical obstacles preventing you from speaking with them that day. Only yourself.

You took another breath.

Perhaps an amount of motivation was in order.

Tiptoeing your way over to the desk, you sat down and grabbed the telephone.

I’ve never used this so much in my life.

You rung up the Wayne Manor. A number you made sure to memorize.

Alfred answered the phone. Polite as always.

“Hi, Alfred. It’s (Y/N). How are you?”

“Hello, (mx) (Y/N). I am well today. Thank you. And yourself?”

“Honestly…a little nervous because I want to talk to my guardian about you-know-what.”

“Ah, yes.”

“So, I was hoping to hear any amount of encouragement if anyone was willing….because I’m really nervous.”

“Ah. If I may? You mustn’t hold back from sharing such wonderful news when there is nothing to suggest an ill outcome.” Alfred said softly. “No matter what happens, good or otherwise, please know that we are here for you.”

“No matter what happens?” You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“We will be here,” he repeated.

“Thank you, Alfred. Seriously.”

“You are most welcome.”

“Now I just have to say it when they’re not busy. Wish me luck?”

“I wish you all the luck in the world, (mx) (Y/N).”

“Thank you. I’ll call once I tell them. Don’t know when, but definitely today.”

“Then I shall await your call.”

“I hope you have a great day, Alfred.”

“And to you as well.”

“Bye.”

“Goodbye.”

 You hung up the phone and exhaled.

I can do this.

It was the day to be brave and proud. To share what made you happy. So incredibly joyful each morning when you remembered him. Your friend and soulmate.

If anything, pretend you’re ripping off a bandage. We’re doing this. Maybe we can have him over for a real visit.

✧ ✧ ✧

Later that evening, practically night, Dick Grayson sat alone in the Wayne Manor. A book in hand and his patience high.

He waited for your inevitable call.

Well, he waited as patient as he could manage given his need to know how everything went ever since Alfred told him what you were planning.

It was good then that he and Bruce had been out of the manor most of the afternoon. He wasn’t so sure what to make of your emotions. They were almost tangled together, unreadable. Layered by nerves.

Sitting in Bruce Waynes’s office gave enough quiet. Dick was reading a fiction novel you gave him. Something that kept most of his attention.

He would trust any book recommendations from you from that point on. At least give any a try.

Judging a book by its cover was something he was still working to do less of.

If I would had judged (Y/N) on first glance, I never would have guessed they were so fun to be around. Or so smart and kind! Dick thought as he held the novel over his knee. I wonder what it’ll be like going to an event with them. Like an exhibition opening or something. Hopefully more fun.

Once more, the story caught his attention. His mind creating images of daring landscapes. That was until Alfred’s voice and presence caused him to drop the book and speed out of the room.

Holding the phone to his ear, Dick practically shouted into the mouth piece. He could feel his excitement near yours.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hey, you. Guess what I finally did?”

“You drew a picture of Pluto?” He joked, much too giddy.

“What? No,” you laughed. “I told my guardian that you and I are soulmates.”

“What did they say?”

“It was positive, but quick story first.”

“Okay.”

This’ll be good. They’re relieved.

“So, obviously, I had to wait because they were doing paperwork and bills and an important phone call. Dinner too because what if they choked or something?”

“Right.”

“But I made sure we were both sitting down calmly with no distractions and I told them plain and simple: ‘Dick Grayson and I are soulmates’. And they squealed so loud, that I fell on the floor.”

“You fell?”

“Yeah. To be fair, they startled me. I didn’t expect that.”

He chuckled lightly.

“So I asked, ‘Is that good?’ Just to be sure and they were all: ‘I can’t believe it!’ Their voice was higher as they clapped. Actually clapping and said, ‘It happened!’ Meanwhile, mind you, I was still on the floor and covering my ears. They eventually noticed and continued to say random things.”

“But they’re happy,” Dick added in.

“Yes. Everything’s fine. And I asked them not to tell anyone. Obviously.”

“Good. I’m really happy you were able to tell them.”

“Me too. One less thing in the back of my mind.”

He heard movement on your end and figured you were in the study.

“But how have you been?” You asked, cheerful. “I couldn’t really tell what your emotions were.”

“I’ve been well. Nothing too exciting. Aunt Harriet was helping me practice to play the piano, I had plenty of homework this week, I lifted weights at school, and Aunt Harriet prepared shrimp the other day. It was delicious.”

“You lift weights?”

“I do. The coach is there to spot me.”

“Huh.” You paused for a moment. “Piano isn’t a surprise. But I pictured you as a runner. A climber maybe.”

“You did?”

“You’re always so busy. How else do you get everything done?”

Goodness, did he know you had a point. Dick was always doing something. It was rare for him to do otherwise.

“Do you run?” Dick asked.

“If the occasion calls for me to run. Yes,” you laughed lightly. “Or when the timer on the oven goes off.”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“I have to save the cookies.”

A chuckle rumbled out of him. He could imagine you scrambling around furniture to reach the kitchen. The image was only missing comedic sound effects.

“Burnt cookies are very…hard to miss.”

“Do you bake?” He questioned; interested in learning more about you. Any hobbies.

“If we have the ingredients.”

“True.” He nodded.

What kind of cookies have they made? The cookies must be great!

“Would you like to bake something one day? In the future, with me?”

Your question was unexpected to the youth. Yet it was nowhere near unwanted.

“It would be a learning experience, but I would have fun with you,” he said. “I’d love to.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Uh. I guess…it’s just a first reaction. I like making sure regardless. I’m sorry. I know you wouldn’t lie like that.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

Dick scrunched up his face. He wondered who in the past had lied to you about how they felt or how they wanted to spend time with you. It made him a little crestfallen.

Who would do such a thing to you? To someone?

“I really like spending time with you,” Dick said in earnest.

“Me too—with you—spending time with you is my favorite part of the day. I mean, when we’re together. But the phone counts too.”

The speed of which you spoke sent Dick leaning against the wall. A soft smile on his lips. He could imagine your own smile and your eyes looking anywhere except at him.

“What was your second favorite part of your day?”

“The Pluto cartoon.” You answered without hesitation.

“Pluto? So he was involved with your day.”

“Yeah. He found another wild animal that wants to be his friend. It’s cute and I love the colors they use. It’s my little break from the world.”

“You deserve a break.”

“Thank you. Finally someone who sees that.”

Lowering his voice, Dick muttered, “I would know either way.” He took a breath. “I’ve felt it for years.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No. Don’t apologize for emotions. Golly, (Y/N), being able to feel your emotions means you’re there.”

And I need that.

Both lines were quiet. Words hung in the air.

The youth was bold enough to formulate his feelings into words. Having you know even an ounce of how much you meant to him was unavoidable. An empowered choice.

Dick Grayson had heard you apologize numerous times for little things. Apologizing for feeling should not be one of them. It was a part of life.

“I apologize for a lot of stupid stuff.” You murmured.

“It’s not stupid,” Dick chided. “You care for a lot of things. That’s good.”

“Yeah.” Your response was timid, but receptive.

“I wish more people were like you.”

No response.

Without visuals to assist, the ward turned his attention inwards.

An emotion radiated from the chest to the very tips of toes, fingers, and everywhere between. Your springing happiness brought another smile to Dick’s face.

A relief and a delight for certain.

“What am I suppose to say to that?”

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.”

“Goodness.”

He made note of how you reacted to his openness. A part of him considered doing so more often, if only to sense your happiness.

From your end of the call, Dick could barely make out a voice.

“Okay. Hey, Dick, I gotta go.” You announced disappointedly.

“Alright. I hope you have a good day at school tomorrow.”

“You too. And hey, don’t strain yourself lifting weights.”

“I won’t. Don’t tire yourself out studying.”

“Nah. I think I’ll go to the library and lift books. I’m sure the librarian would love that.”

He shook his head, amazed again by your humor and spin of words.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight and sweet dreams,” you said.

Soft fireworks fizzed in his chest. A wide smile spread across his face as he replied, “Sweet dreams.”

Dick Grayson hung up the phone. The space around him was quiet for the night. The opposite of his mind.

With the smile still present, he sighed audibly. He wished he could talk to you every day.

In person, Dick thought, would be best.

✧ ✧ ✧

Dawn approached and Gotham City prepared for another fruitful day.

After the night’s phone call, you had woken up in an exceptionally good mood. An emotion that was reflected by your soulmate.

You had imagined Dick somewhere in the manor smiling to himself and brushing his hair in just the right style. Not a hair out of place.

With high hopes for the day ahead, you had a bounce in your step. There were no quizzes, tests, nor essays to be minded. A smooth day would be nothing short of appreciated.

Yet not all days go as expected. Something was off. Something that could very well change your day for the worse.

Each hurried step brought you closer to your next class. If only the time would tick faster.

At school, you weren’t oblivious to the change.

People, both students and staff, were looking at you. No short glances.

It made you on alert and your skin crawl.

You could not wait to be home. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to eat lunch.

Just make it through English and find a quiet spot for lunch. One thing at a time. That’s all, you thought. Maybe it’s ink on my face.

Sitting at your desk, you kept to yourself.

The day’s lesson would start soon. However, not soon enough.

“Is it true?” A student asked from the desk to the left of yours.

“What?” You asked and opened a notebook.

“That Bruce Wayne’s ward is your soulmate.”

 Someone knew! How could that be?

No words left you. How were you supposed to respond when the room grew increasingly warm?

“Hello?”

“I—…. Where did you hear that?” You questioned, watching them closely.

“My boyfriend’s friend overheard the science teachers talking about you and how you found out the ward is your soulmate.” They grinned and asked further. “How’d you know? Did you bump into him at some gala or something?”

“No…”

Technically, you hadn’t been at a gala nor did you physically run into Dick Grayson.

How could you slip out of the conversation? It was too late to turn back. Another two students were listening in.

“How’d you know it was him?” A student sitting in front of you asked.

“He’s my friend,” you muttered.

“Before or after?”

Your arms tensed. “Why is anyone asking?”

“(Y/N)’s trying to avoid answering,” someone added in.

“It’s fine. Half the school probably knows by now.” They shrugged as the bell rang.

Half the school.

Eyes and attention turned elsewhere. The teacher headed to the front of the classroom.

You wanted to seek shelter underneath a blanket.

A month should be good, you thought.

No one else was supposed to know.

You refrained from conjuring up scenarios in your mind of all the ways you could leave early. It would only add to your distress.

You wanted to cry. Simply hide and run through emotions for as long as you needed.

I wanna go home. You curled in to yourself.

✧ ✧ ✧

Just outside of Gotham City, inside of the Wayne Manor, young Dick Grayson was not having much luck in his day either. Word traveled further than one school.

Dark shoes crossed the cream colored carpet as Dick restarted his pacing.

Dick had returned from school. His mind going a mile a minute. He was sure that steam could be coming out of his ears.

Word had gotten out that Dick Grayson found his soulmate.

While at school, he overheard students gossiping how they were surprised he found his and teased how he probably didn’t even spend time with his soulmate because he was always studying. They spoke of you without even knowing your name. Without a care if their words were true.

It’s not fair, Dick thought. It’s none of their business. I can’t even imagine what (Y/N)’s heard at school.

Dick knew you were having just as bad a day as he was with people spreading the news. Every jolt of fear and crumbling piece of dread, he felt it all through your bond.

If he could had hid you both in the manor’s couch, he would. Surround yourselves with books, cookies, pillows, and good music. Keep you close and safe. Away from prying eyes and unwanted opinions. Only two. A secluded place of peace.

Stopping in the middle of the room, Dick clenched his fists.

“This is exactly whey we didn’t want anyone else knowing. People make up stories about what soulmates do without even thinking.” Dick frowned. “It’s not that rare for someone to find their soulmate, is it?”

From where Bruce Wayne sat on the coffee table, he remained calm and level-headed.

“It’s not normally spoken openly for us to know a direct answer. That is also why having the knowledge of soulmates knowing they found one another spread quickly, such as in your case, is uncommon.”

“Great,” Dick groaned sarcastically.

“People are interested for now. It will not be long before something else catches their attention.”

“And what do we do until then? Wait? It’ll be the only thing we’ll be thinking about.”

“I am sorry you have to face this alone at school. I wish there was something I could do.”

“Gosh, it’s not your fault.”

The youth’s shoulders dropped. His hands clenching and unclenching into fists.

What was there for young Dick Grayson to do?

Deep in thought, Bruce Wayne tapped his finger on his chin.

“Regardless of how people found out; you and (Y/N) should see each other soon.”

“And hide from everyone?”

“Preferably not. Unless you two wish to stay out of range from more gossip.”

Blowing out hot air, Dick looked elsewhere in the room.

Who would tell so many people? Dick wondered. (Y/N) must hate every second of this. Golly, I hope they don’t decide to stop visiting or answering the phone. They hardly like the phone to begin with.

“Master Dick.” Alfred stood beside the youth with a tray. “For contemplation.”

What? Dick glanced over curiously.

A tall glass of ice cream piled high. One long dessert spoon waiting.

“Oh.” He took the items gratefully.

Smiling in hopes that the young man could ease some of his negative emotions, the loyal butler nodded.

“Thanks, Alfred.” Dick sat down on the couch to eat.

“You’re welcome, Master Dick.” Alfred held the tray under his arm. “There is still no word on the origin of this preposterous gossip. I’m sad to report.”

“It’s quite alright, Alfred, thank you. Answers have a way of showing themselves.” Mister Wayne said.

Hopefully sooner.

Alfred walked out quietly.

Relishing in the taste of ice cream cooled down the ward. A perfect treat for a disgusting school day.

(Y/N) should be home or close to it. They might have figured out who blabbed. Or found out. He thought between spoonfuls of deliciousness. (Y/N) will want to stay in their room because of this.

Concern for his soulmate kept Dick thinking ahead.

“Is there anything else we could do? (Y/N) and I. Something fun.”

Anything besides homework.

Admitting to the truth in what other students were saying left Dick Grayson fuming inside. Yes, he mainly did something educational with you. There were no parties or trips. Not even a purchase of fries. Nothing too personal.

“There are plenty of activities the pair of you could partake in. Whether here or in the city; you have the choice.”

“Holy headache. There are so many options.”

To remain in the manor or venture out in Gotham City again with you. What choices indeed.

“How about you start with milkshakes? That way you can enjoy one another’s company, talk, and get to know one another more. Have fun together.”

Heels clicked across the floor before a huff announced Aunt Harriet’s entrance.

“When I find out who started this, they’ll hear from me.”

Bruce and Dick shared a look of slight intimidation.

✧ ✧ ✧

Late afternoon heat still clung to you as you shut the front door.

You let out a huge sigh of relief.

Finally. Home, you thought and walked further inside.

“Did you have a good day at school?” Your guardian questioned over the pages of a magazine.

“No.”

They inched their magazine down and asked, “How come?”

“Because everyone at school knows Dick Grayson and I are soulmates. They were—.”

Dropping the magazine down, your guardian growled, “That big mouth.”

Heat surged through your body. Eyes narrowing in on the only other person.

“Did you tell?” Your tone teetered between surprised and angered.

They looked at you as if you suddenly asked their opinion on penguins.

“Did you tell someone I found my soulmate?”

“I only told my cousin. They were talking all about how their niece is traveling Europe and about all the photographs she’s sent. So I told them you’re soulmates with Bruce Wayne’s war—.”

“Why would you do that?”

They brushed the magazine aside. “I don’t appreciate the tone you’re giving me. Knock it off.”

“You promised not to tell. Why would you tell anyone?”

“They’re my cousin. Lower your voice.”

“And I had the whole school staring at me all day and asking questions and interested in what I’m doing. I felt like people were coming after me! No one would leave me alone!” You cried. “I didn’t want to be there. I’ve been sick to my stomach all day. I don’t want to go back—.”

“You’re going to school tomorrow.” They stated firmly. “And I’m not the one who spread the news and had it go all to your school. Now, drop it.”

“You still broke your promise.” You started towards your bedroom.

I shouldn’t have told them, you thought.

✧ ✧ ✧

Back in Wayne Manor, young Dick Grayson answered the telephone in a rush.

“Hello?”

“Dick Grayson, you are the best person in my life right now and I need to vent.” You murmured into the phone.

“Oh, okay. Are you alright?”

He figured you were in the study again. Some place quiet.

“No. My day still stinks.” You announced. “My guardian told their cousin and now most of Gotham City knows we’re soulmates.”

“They told?” Dick’s voice raised in alarm.

How could they?

His chest tightened as he heard you sniffling.

“It’s been less than forty-eight hours. There’s no excuse for what they did. They promise.” You exhaled. “I shouldn’t have forced myself to tell them. Deep down, I probably knew.”

“It’s not your fault,” he reminded you.

Inside, he could still feel your emotions tearing you apart.

“Yeah, but my friends dumped question after question at lunch. They felt left out, I guess. But they’re determined to get others to leave me alone.” You informed him. “One was shouting in the hall.”

“Oh.”

“I mean, how many times do people have to ask or say ‘Bruce Wayne’s ward’? You have a name.”

“I don’t really care what they call me.”

“I do.”

“I know,” he said softly.

At least their friends are supportive, he thought in relief. (Y/N) needs a break.

Dick Grayson stood taller with the phone in hand. Ready to start changing their relationship—adding to it. Fun.

“Are you busy Saturday?”

“Uh, no. I don’t think so,” you answered. “Why?”

“Would you like to go have milkshakes with me? There’s a place in town.”

“Yeah. That sounds great.” You voice had perked up. “Too bad Saturday isn’t tomorrow.” A drop of sorrow yanked it all down again.

“Do you need anything?” He asked.

You sighed and answered, “Time away from this chaos. Dinner is going to be tense.”

“Your guardian knows you’re upset with them?”

“Yes, but more so that I raised my voice.”

“You’re in trouble?” He asked, shocked.

“Yup.”

“That’s not right!”

“I know. Can’t do anything about it,” you muttered. “Can’t wait until Saturday.”

“Me either.”

It was to be more than an outing away from schoolwork. Meaningful. Time needed to get away from stressors. Away from people who saw you through a different lens, discolored and unclear.

“I miss you,” you whispered.

Air caught in his throat. A constricting sadness as he stood miles from you.

“I miss you too.” He rubbed at his eyes. “Please call if you need anything. Even to talk. I’m—we’re here.”

“Okay.” You sniffled again. “I might just make something quick for dinner and be officially done with the day.”

“Alright. Take care.”

“You too.”

“Sweet dreams,” Dick added. “I’ll see you Saturday. I’ll call you beforehand.”

“Sweet dreams of Saturday.”

“I hope so. Bye.”

“Bye.”

Dick Grayson hung up the phone in a dispirited state.

For one; he knew who opened their mouth about soulmates. Knowing it was your guardian and there was no apology in sight lit a fire in him.

A promise broken. Trust possibly misplaced. Gotham City knew one of Dick Grayson’s secrets.

What could happen next?

Surely, your guardian wouldn’t keep you from seeing your soulmate for being upset.

Only time would tell.

✧ ✧ ✧

A quiet Saturday morning inside your bedroom and all was well. No alarms at early hours. Just you.

The school week had dragged on for what seemed like a month. Even homework appeared to had doubled. It was not much of a distraction to anyone, including yourself.

For the better part of the week, you spent it avoiding the news on television, sitting in your room, and walking to class alone. Eventually, the staring toned down.

Everything else feels like it’s moving fast, you thought. Piles of assignments due next week. My guardian said something about going somewhere. Don’t remember. Hope I’m not going. Dick still hasn’t called yet.

Quietly, you sat on your bed. Vinyl albums were lined up by the wall down by the nightstand. Your sketchpad underneath your clock.

How long has it been since I last saw him? You held up your fingers. Over a week? That’s not bad. Barely a week.

“We’re having fun though,” you said softly.

Your only audience: a blue bunny stuffed animal. Never judgmental and always there. That was Sir Hopps. He knew all about your soulmate before anyone else.

Scrunching up your face, you focused for a moment feeling annoyance.

What am I annoyed for? You thought and grabbed the bunny’s paw.

“Wait, no, that’s not me.”

No now any way.

Glancing over to the shoes you picked out, you ignored the sounds coming from beyond your door.

I hope he calls soon. I didn’t even completely tell my guardian…that may or may not backfire. But they want me out with people like them. You sighed. Wait, is anyone going to be with us? Is it just us?

Your questions left you perplexed with more.

However fast your thoughts raced, you were again distracted by a wave of Dick’s emotions. Ever active and changing since late at night.

I hope he’s alright.

Knowing The Boy Wonder’s identity was not an easy weight to bear. You worried for his safety. There was no way to know for sure in the moment.

But one thing was certain: You were going to see Dick Grayson. There was nothing your guardian could say or do to change that.

✧ ✧ ✧

Police Headquarters of Gotham City held victorious congratulations and nods of thanks.

Batman and Robin had spent all night on a case.

Between being captured and solving clues, Robin was ready for sleep.

But it was Saturday morning!

The sooner we wrap up the case here, the sooner I can see (Y/N), thought The Boy Wonder.

“—an excellent start of the weekend,” said Commissioner Gordon. “So much news this week. I even heard from a reliable source that, the millionaire, Bruce Wayne’s ward found his soulmate. Miraculous, isn’t it?”

Robin just about burst.

“Holy connected metropolis!” Robin hit his open palm. “Can’t people let private lives be private?”

Commissioner Gordon and Chief O’Hara shared quizzical expressions.

Thankfully, Batman stepped in.

“It’s a wonder how news can travel by word, isn’t it?”

“It is quite impressive, Batman,” said the Commissioner.

“Too bad the youth are left at the forefront of gossip. It’s challenging enough for teenagers to navigate social lives while preparing for their academic future.” Batman shook his head solemnly.

“I didn’t think of it that way,” said Chief O’Hara as he hung his head.

“That’s alright, Chief O’Hara. Anyone can be swept up in the excitement of soulmates meeting, but we must not forget they are people too.”

Excitement, indeed!

The very emotion that zapped through Robin as they left.

After returning to the manor, Dick raced to get ready. His mood greatly lifted. He was actually going to see you. No schoolwork allowed. He might even have time for a quick nap.

✧ ✧ ✧

Afternoon light shone over Gotham City bringing endless possibilities.

While fast-walking along the sidewalk, you kept your eyes open for the shop Dick mentioned over the phone. You could hardly wait to get there.

Before you could read the next sign, there was a burst of joy in your chest.

Dick. Where—?

Out in front of the shop was your smiling soulmate. A beaming light of happiness as ever.

You sped up to reach him.

“Hey,” you greeted.

The moment you were close enough, you both embraced. Curling in to each other. Problems of the week fading into the background.

“I’m glad you made it.” Dick gave you one last squeeze and stepped back.

“Me too. I never left home so fast.”

He chuckled and quickly proceeded to cover his mouth for a long moment.

Is he yawning? You thought and checked his eyes.

“Are you feeling alright?” You asked and smoothed the pad of your thumb under his eye.

Closing his eyes for only as long as your touch lingered, he answered, “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Awh.”

Crime fighting business. Goodness. Poor thing.

Without thinking on it, you grabbed his hand.

“Well, come on. You can relax inside.”

Smile returning, his hand clasped yours firmly.

“We both need it.” Dick declared before opening the door and following you in.

Waiting for two milkshakes wasn’t too torturous. Fighting back a brain freeze while sitting in a quiet corner of the shop was, however.

“That’ll wake you up,” you joked and stopped scrunching up your nose.

“Not on purpose.” Dick took another sip from his milkshake.

“Mmhmm.” You reached over the short distance to his glass and drew a smiley face within the condensation.

From underneath the small table, Dick bumped your shoe with his own.

The goof strikes back, you thought and tried hiding your smile behind the straw. Him and his pretty blue eyes. Tired blue eyes.

“I’m surprised you’re here alone.” You said. “No offense or anything. I’m not used to it.”

“Aunt Harriet might be jealous I get to see you.”

“Oh, no.” You snickered. “What are you gonna do?”

“Drink my milkshake and keep you smiling as much as possible.”

Grinning came so easily. Not a second of time could hold it back as a starburst of happiness emerged from within.

However tired your soulmate appeared, he was determined to make your day memorable—lighter. Every ounce better than the entirety of the school week.

“That’s a good plan.” You said and drew another smiley face on his glass. “I like it.”

“Thanks.”

Dick’s eyes were downcast. Attention elsewhere, but not far.

“Have you read anything new?”

“No,” you pouted. “Too much homework. You?”

“No. Just homework.”

Always with the homework. Someone’s going to think it’s a hobby.

Across the shop, laughter and chatter erupted. It settled down almost as soon as it started. Chairs scuffed the floor.

Ignoring the other customers would had been simple if not for the strange itching feeling of being watched.

An attempt to write it off as your imagination failed. Your lack of attention almost caused you another brain freeze from your treat. Almost being key.

Discreetly, you inspected the group from the corner of your eye.

Great, you thought sarcastically.

A student you recognized from school. A double date by the look of it.

You gazed hard at your milkshake.

Why do they have to look at us for? Ignore me! You have your own milkshakes. You thought. If I hear ‘ward’…. They just better not.

A hand covered your own and your irritated thoughts begun melting away.

“What’s wrong?” Dick inquired as he leaned across the table.

“People from school are here. They keep looking,” you whispered.

He surveyed the tables, searching until he saw multiple sets of eyes on him.

Setting on a professional, calm smile and holding their gazes did the trick. No more long and overly curious staring from the group.

How’s he do that?

Dick returned all his attention to you.

“What if they come over?”

“I doubt it.” Dick had more of his milkshake.

“Okay…”

Slight movement and his shake was next to yours. Next, Dick pushed back his chair before setting it as close to yours as he could. Only then did he sit back down.

The corner of the table was then a meeting spot for your arm and his. Deliberately close.

“There.”

“Here.” You said.

“Where I should be.”

A wave of light flutters sailed over your already uplifting emotions.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

“Any time.”

Why was he so wonderful? How, really. You thought.

Reflexively, you returned to drinking the milkshake. Probably too delicious for its own good.

Time went by with an unknown speed.

You were living too close to a dreamlike state to care.

Noise and talking in the shop had long since turned into white noise. Lighting was not harsh or irritating. It was a nice public space.

Comfort hand gestures morphed into playful movements.

Milkshakes were about half finished or more.

Perhaps this was cloud nine?

There was no desperate need to think of anything to say. No anxious thoughts to question your actions.

Why break a comfortable silence?

Delicately and slowly, his fingertips brushed across your hand.

You watched quietly.

Unsure of what exactly you were feeling kept your mind minutely occupied.

It’s different when he does it, you thought. Or…it isn’t.

Dick’s finger traced around your thumb. All with a featherlike touch. Like it was all new actions. Unsure, but wanting to tell you something.

Blinking, you inhaled suddenly. You weren’t sure if you had been breathing properly.

Another sip of the melting milkshake could help.

You weren’t nervous. Starting to question yourself, perhaps, or the world itself.

“Can I ask you a weird question?” You voice did not sound as confident as you’d wish.

“Sure.”

Oh goodness, you thought as you sought out procrastination by your fingers memorizing the tiny curves of his hand.

Your gaze held your milkshake instead of him.

Just ask. We are literally touching hands. Why? I don’t really know. Just because?

“Do you, uh, do you think we’d still pick each other as friends…and be in each other’s lives without the whole soulmate thing?”

Shoot. It’s a terrible question. I shouldn’t—

“I think we would,” Dick answered thoughtfully.

“Really?” You chanced a look and were greeted by honest blue eyes.

“I think we were meant to meet regardless. It just turns out we’re soulmates, which,” he smiled, “is a pretty good bonus.”

Covering half your face with your free hand, you sputtered a laugh at his words. Your face warm.

“I wasn’t prepared for you to compete against a sweet milkshake, but here we are.”

Dick chuckled and took another sip.

I’m glad he doesn’t hide it. Being nice is in his nature. Sweet since day one?

The mention of ‘day one’ had your mind picturing the charity event. Another day one.

“But…um.” You swallowed. “Can I ask you about what happened at the book charity dinner? If that’s okay?” Your fingers had paused their movements. Eyes, again, focused on your drink.

“What about?”

You weren’t sure how to ask. Thinking about that day still gave you mixed feelings. Both about your guardian and Dick Grayson.

“What happened after Batgirl lift? My guardian wasn’t big on details.”

You felt his gaze on you as yours hadn’t moved.

“We were still on the floor. Bruce was beside me. Checking on us. Um. Your guardian was…shaken up and the Commissioner was trying to get them to talk until more help arrived. Then they took you home. There was a lot of waiting around.”

“They were scared?”

“Probably. You were knocked out.”

“But you helped me.”

“I’ll always help you. I mean…I’ll do what I can.”

“I know. I just… No one told me that. You were with me the whole time?”

“I couldn’t leave you on the floor alone.”

“Thank you. For all of it.” You said. “I actually wanted to thank you when you first invited me over, but uh… You had other news.”

“Oh. You’re very welcome.”

Your lips curved upwards.

“Can I ask you a question?” Dick inquired. He begun tracing the lines of your palm.

“Yeah.”

Question about what? That night? When I woke up?

“What would be your ideal day?”

Oh.

“Like Saturday or what I’d do?” You looked up at him.

“How would you spend the day?”

“If I could do anything?” You hummed to yourself.

Spend it with you for sure, you thought.

“Nothing to do with school. Hmmm. Listening to my favorite vinyls. Sometimes the radio doesn’t play what I want to hear or I want to listen to the same song.” You took another sip of your disappearing milkshake. “Read a bit, obviously. Oh! Write, draw, or create a little picnic area with everything I’d want to do and I wouldn’t have to get up.”

“That sounds relaxing and very you.”

You laughed and added, “Me and a dance party with Sir Hopps.”

Dick crinkled his nose in confusion. “Who’s that?”

“My stuffed animal. He’s a blue bunny.”

“Oh. That makes more sense.”

Were you a bit too entertained by Dick’s reaction to your toy companion’s name? Absolutely not. Dick’s expression was gold.

Good to know he’s always paying attention. And curious.

Milkshakes became mere drops. Straws only making loud slurps. A signal that your time at the shop was at an end.

“We could go to a bookstore or a local library,” Dick suggested as you both walked outside.

Paces were slow. Hands close to touching once more.

“I would, but I think you’d be asleep in twenty minutes of absolute quiet.”

Glancing over, you could almost imagine the thoughts swimming behind his eyes. Tables definitely involved.

Before you could suggest for him to go home for proper sleep, he spoke up.

“I drove here and…maybe you could come with me to make sure I get home.”

Oh, you thought, he dug deep for that one. A little.

“And Aunt Harriet really wants to see you—but she’s out for a while. I don’t know when she’ll be back.

More time with him. And he’s not that tired. I hope.

“Can’t argue with that logic.” You smiled. “And I’ll make sure you don’t get sleepy.”

“Really?”

His eyes lit up.

“Yes.” You bumped his arm. “I’ll always help you too.”

“Gee.”

Sparks of what was seeming to be endless joy reignited in your chest. Something you both had in common.

To be in one another’s company while sharing emotions remained a curious delight. Like communicating secrets in silence. Knowing your soulmate made it all the more special. Personal.

✧ ✧ ✧

Back at the stately Wayne Manor, Dick Grayson and his soulmate arrived safely. Thank goodness.

A ride filled with laughter and a game of ‘I Spy’ kept the youthful ward well awake.

It might not had been foiling criminal schemes, but it was still exciting.

More than a rush, Dick thought. We were so happy. Are.

Blue eyes locked the image of your content expression deep into his memories. As with every moment since seeing you arrive to the shop for milkshakes. Each second was arguably better than the last. Just you and him together. Your captivating presence pulling him in.

Never in his days did he think of wanting so much to hold onto someone’s hand. It made his heart swell.

Was this what happened to other soulmates?

At that moment, he was glad to have you at the manor and not just for your sake. There was no guarantee what would come out of his mouth if he was face to face with your guardian. Or Aunt Harriet seeing your guardian, for that matter!

You had yet to forgive them and he wasn’t eager to either. It was information he inquired on the drive over.

They’re happy here. Dick thought as he watched Bruce welcome you back.

For all the joy and break from academics, there was one problem that eluded the pair of you.

“What are your plans?” Bruce asked politely.

Oh, uh…

Dick turned to you and you to him.

“I don’t know.” An amused smile curved his lips.

You shrugged and also answered, “I’m used to doing homework here.”

Bruce chuckled at the two of you.

“I’m sure we will think of something.” Bruce encouraged.

“Thanks, Bruce.” Dick beamed and slipped his fingers between yours.

Grateful for much in his life, Dick Grayson was ever more glad to have you by his side.

Rain, gossip, studying, and criminal schemes couldn’t keep you a part forever.

Being soulmates and sensing the other’s emotions meant you were together in a way. No matter how far. That, perhaps, was a thought to hold onto for the future.

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[skymaiden32]

Bad News

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Fandom: Thunderbirds, Stingray

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Continuity: TOS

Last chapter, here we go!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

Gordon learns who Trench really is.

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The walk along the beach was surprisingly peaceful, and Gordon found himself relaxing a little, although he knew there was no way he could fully let his guard down. 

Trench broke the ice. “So, you must have questions. What do you want to know?” He asked in that tinny voice of his.

“Okay, that one’s easy enough.” He chuckled without any humour. “Who the hell are you?”

Trench paused. “Oh, right. Thanks for reminding me.” The mask was off before Gordon could even blink. He held back a gasp when he saw who it was. “It’s been too long since I felt the crisp sea air on my face. Can’t take the mask off in front of the Aquaphibians. I’d be dead in two seconds flat.”

“Troy Tempest…?”

The man in front of him bowed. “The one and only.”

Gordon frowned, trying his best to regain his composure. “You’re the last person I’d expect…” Shore hadn’t been kidding at all, had he? This was bad. This was really bad. “You and Titan hate each other.”

Troy hummed. “That was before he… shall we say… opened my mind to Marineville’s faults.”

More like brainwashed, Gordon thought, but didn’t say aloud. “What about Atlanta? Phones? Fisher? All the people you left behind? I’m sure they all miss you.” When Troy didn’t answer, Gordon changed tactics. “Okay, then what about me? I know you’ve met Scott and Virgil before, so that explains how you knew we were siblings, but it doesn’t explain how you knew I was IR.”

Troy smiled. “X20. He was on a routine mission to Marineville and overheard your little conversation with Shore. Which he then reported back to me.” They approached a large rock, and Troy gestured for Gordon to sit next to him. Gordon glared at him in reply, but eventually complied, fearing what might happen to his brothers if he didn't. “It was simple to set up a disaster that would be too hard for International Rescue to ignore.”

“So it was you who attacked the USS Rodgers.”

“I would’ve thought that would be obvious. It was my tracker that allowed me and my men to follow you here.” The other man hummed. “The plan originally was to follow you to your base and seize your technology. Well, that was Titan’s at least.” Gordon raised an eyebrow. “My plan was to just talk to you. I’m glad you found the tracker. Makes my task of explaining our failure to the King easier.”

The aquanaut froze. “Wait, just making sure I’m understanding. You were never going to attack our base? You really were just going to talk?”

Troy grinned. “I may not be on the surface dwellers side anymore, but I still consider you a friend. And Titanica has no pre-existing quarrel with International Rescue. Attacking you would be unwise.”

“You’ve changed your tune.” Gordon hissed, not falling for any of it. “You were taking my brothers prisoner less than ten minutes ago, and now you’re saying that ‘attacking us would be unwise’. I see right through you, Tempest.” He frowned. “Or should I be calling you Trench now?”

Captain Tempest, Captain Trench, whoever it was in front of him, sighed. “Look. I meant what I said. No harm will come to them. As a matter of fact, if the Aquaphibians hurt them, I’ll end them myself.”

“Bet Titan won’t be happy about that.” Gordon scoffed. 

“I learned he doesn’t care a long time ago. So long as someone does the work and the work is done.” Troy retaliated. “And I learned that when I was in WASP.”

“I see.” An uneasy silence followed. Gordon had just one question to ask. “Okay, I’ll bite. Why talk to me in the first place? Why not just disappear?”

More silence. For a minute, Gordon didn’t think Troy would answer him. But eventually, he did. “To say sorry.” He said in a low voice. “Sorry I didn’t manage to say goodbye.”

Gordon’s eyes widened in realisation. It had been too quick, leaving WASP after his accident. He hadn’t been able to stay at Marineville General for long. His injuries had needed to be specially treated. And since he’d already been honourably discharged following the whole mess, he’d never gotten a chance to wave farewell to the group of aquanauts who had taught him so much, who’d done their best to steady him and be a secondary family. He’d never gotten that closure. But then of course, neither had they.

“I’m sorry too. Sorry that I lost touch with all of you. Sorry we’re on opposite sides now…” For the first time since Troy had made his presence known, Gordon looked at him. Really looked. “You look exhausted, Tempest.” He said honestly, and was surprised at his own concern. “How hard is Titan working you?”

“Oh, it’s not that bad.”

Gordon gave him a look, channelling his best Scott impression. “Troy.”

“The undersea races don’t need as much sleep as humans do.”

The look hardened. “Troy. How much sleep do they get?”

Troy winced. “Four hours? At most?”

“And Titanica is the better option over Marineville?”

The other aquanaut huffed. “I’m not going back there.”

“Then leave Titanica at the very least. You don’t have to work for WASP. Just…” Gordon paused. “Just come back to the surface. You said yourself, you haven’t felt the air on the surface for ages.”

Troy sighed, looking out to the sea. “I can’t do that. The ocean is my home now…” He frowned. “Plus, I’d be in for one hell of a Court Marshal. They’d track me down, make me pay for leaving WASP, and then I’d be stuck in a prison cell.” He laughed dryly. “What sea air would I feel then, Gordon?”

“That’s what you think, Troy, but the truth of it is that WASP will defend you. And that’s because you didn’t leave. You were taken.” Gordon frowned when Troy froze, confirming his worst thoughts. “I’ve got it, don’t I? Titan abducted you. He moulded you into someone you’re not, and then he forced you to fight your friends.” Troy’s continued silence was damning. “Tell me I’m wrong!”

“How dare you speak of Titan in that way? He saved me from that life.” Troy’s voice was barely above a whisper, and Gordon immediately knew he’d pushed too far. He couldn’t stop himself from looking down. He knew though, he was right about what Titan had done. The tyrant couldn’t kill his worst enemy, so instead he shaped Troy and his mind as he saw fit. “I will not return to life on the surface.” 

Out the corner of his eye, Gordon noticed the mask slip back on. He supposed Trench was fully back. A crunch was heard as he crushed something in his hand. Gordon recognised the tracker that had let the Aquaphibians follow them here in the first place. “I will not tell His Majesty about this conversation we had, but I believe that conversation is over.” He pressed something on his collar, and began speaking in the Aquaphibian language. Gordon could only barely make it out with the little he’d been taught at WASP. His brothers were being released. “As promised, your brothers are unharmed. I strongly advise that the three of you leave. The rest of your family must be worried.” He gestured in the direction of the Thunderbirds, letting Gordon lead the way there. 

The aquanaut breathed a sigh of relief when he saw them standing there in front of Thunderbird 2. He broke off in a run, just wanting to stick to them like glue now. When they saw the look on his face, they frowned. Scott glared in Trench’s direction. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“No! Absolutely not. Just…” He looked back at Captain Trench and his Aquaphibian men. He didn’t like what he saw in his old friend, now a new enemy. “I just want to get home.”

His two brothers nodded, clearly agreeing with his decision. It had been a difficult day. And as Thunderbirds 1 and 2 both lifted into the air, Gordon processed everything that had just happened. It took a while. All throughout the journey home and the debrief, where Scott had the unfortunate task of telling their father what had just happened. Jeff Tracy was out for blood now, and Alan had looked mortified. . 

Gordon took his secret to bed with him, locking the door for as much privacy as he could get with three brothers in the house and one able to get in contact from space at any given moment. He turned on his video-call, taking a deep breath as he typed in the familiar number. His heart beat in his chest as it rang. Finally, the person he was calling answered. 

“Hello?” Voice only. Dang it. Oh well, it was better than nothing. 

Swallowing down his nerves, he continued what he’d started. “Hi Atlanta. You probably don’t remember me, but I’m Gordon Tracy. I used to work with you at WASP.”

The woman on the other end gasped. “Of course, Lieutenant Tracy! It would be difficult to forget you.” Gordon smirked. His reputation still preceded him, then. “Father said he’d contacted you about temporarily replacing a crew member. Have you changed your mind?”

He shook his head. “I’m afraid not. I called to talk to you about something else.”

“Oh?”

“I, umm…” He hesitated. This wasn’t going to be easy to tell her. “I… saw Troy earlier today.”

“Oh.” Atlanta’s voice wilted. “So you know then.” It wasn’t a question. “He tracked you down.”

“Yeah, and…” Gordon sighed. “I just wanna talk to someone about what he said. Someone who’d know…”

“You don’t have to finish that sentence, Gordon. I understand. Do you want to talk now?”

“Yeah, I would.” 

So that’s just what they did together. They shared what had happened among themselves. The conversations they’d had with Troy since his turn and how they felt. And Gordon felt so much lighter, to know he wasn’t alone in this feeling.

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[chenfordsbby]

"The Good, The Bad and The Ugly"

Season 1 Episode 3: “The Good, The Bad And The Ugly”

“After Nolan and Talia lose control of a crime scene, they begin to debate whether people are fundamentally good or bad; Lucy worries Tim is enabling his wife’s destructive behavior and not taking care of himself".

Original Air Date: October 30, 2018

Directed By: Greg Beeman

Written By: Liz Alper & Ally Seibert

Might as well jump into it, shall we?!

I really love how much action that this show has in it and throughout the episode as well.  I mean if you are going to have a show about being a cop, might as well make it as realist as possible. Calls like the ones that Talia and John were on is what real life officers respond to on a daily basis.  I haven’t watched many cop shows, but the ones that I have watched, this one is by far the most realistic portrayal of the police force!  As much action as this show has, it also has a sense of calmness as well (if that is the right word for it!) Hence the ending scene of our favorite trio on the beach.  

I really like the healthy balance of the work vs personal life of the main characters.  We see who they are while they are in uniform and on duty but let us get to know who they are and how they act when they do take their work belt and badge off.  We are getting to see more of that as each episode airs.

It’s good to see Tim in a uniform again, and I think everyone in the station feels the same way!!  As of this episode, we really don’t know what happened in Tim’s life that made him want to be a cop, but  he really was born to be one.  His looks, attitude, demeanor, it all screams “cop”, but in the best way.  I want to know so so much more about Tim’s life and what happened that made him choose this career path.

Who is Wade Grey?! I still don’t know!!! All we have seen of Grey so far is him catching attitude with Nolan. So to see him in a different light, while talking to a fellow cop that he likes and respects makes us start to warm up to him.  In this episode, we learn through his conversations with Tim that he has this whole past life of being in the force that not even some of his officers know about.  As they are learning, so are we and I feel that there is much more to know and like about Wade Grey, I can’t wait to find out!

Tim and Lucy back together and back on the patrol and why not start the day off with a ‘Tim Test’ because that’s what Tim does best and Lucy is quite receptive to the tests yet and especially this one.  Tim knew exactly what he was doing and all Lucy wanted to do was use the bathroom; but because of how brilliant Tim is as a T.O, no matter where you are as an officer, you can never have your guard down.�� The ridicule is cut short when Tim receives a mysterious phone call.  We don’t know from him but it jolts him.  His demeanor instantly shifts, and not for the better.

Tim and Lucy end up in the hospital, as we find out it’s because of Isabel.  Tim becomes a shell of himself when it comes to Isabel.  This is the second time we see her on our screens and the effect that she has on Tim is palpable.  His voice cracks, the tears start to well up in his eyes, he is desperate and pleading.  His wife is in front of him yet she might as well be 10,000 miles away because she isn’t really “his wife” anymore at this point, is she.  

All that Tim has wanted for the past year is to find her and he finally did, but is it enough? Its obvious that she didn’t want to be found so how is Tim feeling about that?  His frustration is growing by the second hence his fist through the wall.  

I think Lucy is justified in her anger towards Tim and in the situations that he has been putting her in this episode/day.  Tim is spiraling, hard and fast.  He is beyond frustrated with his current situation with Isabel and is taking it out and train it too far with the biker gang that they respond too.  Lucy is left helpless to just watch Tim beat these guys while simultaneously getting beaten himself.  This is not the T.O that she originally had and her hands are tied until Lucy offers to help Isabel instead of Tim because she knows it’s the best thing that she can do for him in that moment. Tim has been having an inner crisis this entire episode and Lucy sees it.  Tim wants his wife back.

Lucy went into the apartment for Tim to help Isabel but in hindsight, is Isabel the one that helped Lucy?  Isabel starts to give Lucy a small bit of history between Tim and herself and their relationship.  This new info is just the beginning for the friendship that is to come between Tim and Lucy; but it also makes Lucy start to see Tim in a different light…maybe as an actual person and not just her hardass T.O.

The silence in the car between them is deafening.  This is the first time that we see Tim opening up to Lucy about his personal life and Lucy is very receptive to it as well. There is so much that is wanted to be said when Lucy gets back in the car yet what really is there to say except for the fact that maybe Lucy is exactly the person that Tim needed to enter his life in this exact moment for Tim to start becoming himself again.  Tim is genuinely thankful for Lucy and in what she just did for him.

If Talia was good for one thing this season it was spitting the facts regarding being a cop. Out of the three T.O, I believe Talia has been the most insightful regarding the actual teachings of an officer.  A patrol police officer is more than just patrolling, it is about reading people and situations, the protocols and the black & white of the job.  I like the way she teaches all of that to Nolan.  We see it lacking in the teachings of Tim and Angela, that’s okay because it will all eventually come full circle.  Nolan is trying to see the good in everyone whereas Talia knows better.  Yes she’s human and feels for people, but at the end of the day she’s there to do the job.  Nolan is still very green to being an officer. This is the very first time he’s being held by gunpoint by a criminal.  His first instinct is to talk her down and it works because Talia catches her off guard and tases her.  John has tried to see the good in every single person in this episode whereas Talia sees the bad in them.  

As of this episode, we still aren’t getting a lot from Jackson and Angela; which is fine because I know their moments are coming.  We have insight into Lucy and John but not so much from Jackson yet.  The Angela and Jackson scenes almost feel as if they are scene fillers and an afterthought.  I want to know more about the both of them, give me something! I just don’t feel like anything I have to say about them right now is good enough for me to do a deep dive about it.  I just feel like the conversations were very fluff filled and nothing very deep and personal.

The roll call scenes throughout these first few episodes and in this one are cool to see.  It makes you wonder if this is what actually happens in the beginning of the work day and through it as well in a real life precinct.  It’s a nice way of having everyone in the same room at the same time, while also still showing the individual storylines happening as well for all of our favorite characters!  

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Honorable Mention: Lucy’s Work Belt

Episode Peak: Isabel.

Episode Pit: Still Nolan’s hair.  I am sorry, I can’t stand his S1 hair!

Quote of the Episode:  “See, your problem is that you think that people are inherently good, but you're wrong. People are good when it's easy. When push comes to shove, everyone crosses the line” ~ Talia Bishop

Episode Rating: 8/10.  This episode started to show the cracks in Tim’s personal life, which is exactly what we all needed to see.  The lack of Angela and Jackson is getting to me, I really want to know more about both of them in their personal and professional lives.

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I hope you guys are enjoying reading this just as much as I am enjoying watching and blogging about it!  Again, I really want to know and hear your thoughts and opinions on not only my post but about the episode as well! I truly love interacting with all of you guys!!  Thank you again for everyone for continuing to read all of my posts! You don't have to but yet you are still here!

Until Next Time on “Get in the Shop” …

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[hoeforinarizaki]

A SONG FOR THEM.

Type: Headcannons + Scenario

Inarizaki x Fem!Singer!Reader (Whole Team)

Summary: You're a singer, and from a popular girl band. Sometimes, you just don't know how to express gratitude for your friends and so instead, write a song dedicated to them.

No Warnings! But Just Cursing From Me.

Inarizaki:

Feral bitches alert, get your tasers ready.

Jk– anyways, basically at first they didn't know you were a singer because you never really openly sang to anyone.

...Or did so in general because you want to surprise your team. You've had a pretty hard time expressing your own emotions through words, like some other people.

And boom! One day came the thought of like...

"Why don't i just write some lyrics and make a song dedicated to them?" No shit sherlock could've done that like two weeks ago smh– 😒

ANYWAYS...so it took lots of time but you managed to get help from your bandmates to finish doing the song.

Ugh they're such good friends mine could never

And by 'it took lots of time' i mean in a week. I'm an impatient hoe leave me be *sobs* 😭

First of all, before the day of the surprise performance you texted Kita the night before and told him and the team to get to the gym early because of an "announcement".

He was confused on why you didn't just tell the GC but we just want to see them honestly /j

The moment morning came, you and your material gworls bandmates set up your shit and all that before the boys had arrived first.

Congrats, you made it just in time before Kita came.

Manz is NEVER LATE. Periodt 👏

He was looking at the music equipment like "who tf is gon' use all of this during volleyball practice"–

Boi not everything in gym is centered about you and your musty crusty team 🤡 jk i love you guys most. If you don't believe me look at my username.

The moment the rest finally arrived, the cue had started. Definitely not Suna immediately taking his phone out–

Nah actually he gon' take a video. You better prepare.

So now let's talk about their reactions...Kita may actually be the most emotional one to me for some reason. People say he's not much of a person for expression but..

HE LOVES YOU SO IT'S OKAY BABES 😍 okay lol i'll stop so let me just say it. You know that scene in S4 where Kita cries after getting his team jersey? Yep.

He looked like that. His eyes were ready to make waterfalls. But how you ask?

Ah, here we go. Of course you make meaningful lyrics.

And Kita was very touched by them. And because of that, manz was the first to realize the song was for them.

He's like, "You made this for us...? Oh. I'd have never thought you think of us that way" while close to tears I'M SUCH A DAMN SIMP UGH 😫

Aran's totally just looking at the scene while "👁👄👁" is just written all over his face lmao like rlly? You??

He's just gonna be shocked when you hit the high notes.

You're perfection to me shawty, whoever says otherwise shall face the wrath of the daddy captains– and no fr stop saying you aren't you're more than enough <3

So back to the boys, Suna's definitely just recording. Yep, i really can't leave that out.

Though you can actually see a small smile forming from his mouth because damn you so pretty up there 💞

Onto Atsumu and Osamu...oh boy.

If you don't like being cat called or disturbed in the middle of performances, you're gonna hate them /j

"LOOKING HOT BBY!" "FUCK OFF TSUMU CAN'T YOU SEE YOU'RE RUINING THE MOOD–"

Ah yes, the daily life of the Miya Twins ft. (Y/N) 💀

Omimi and Akagi just looking there, awestruck and love filled in their eyes damn i love them shdisishsjksks

Anyways, so the moment you finally get off stage, you are gonna be swarmed with men. Congrats, they're already part of your harem but you made them simp even more ✨️

Compliments coming from the twins, Kita looking at you thinking of a hundred ways to ask you of marriage–

It's getting too obvious i like him isn't it...it's true tho, he prob would be thinking of that lol.

Anyways, i hope you enjoy your fox boy harem 🦊💘

BONUS: Because the were mesmerized as hell by your band's performance they're thinking of recruiting your bandmates for their team theme song during matches.

Haha yeah, good luck dealing with that, main vocalist.

Scenario Time!

(Please listen to the song if you want! And read the english lyrics after if you want to know how emotional it is *wink*)

"I LOVE YOU!"

"Tsumu, i swear if you don't shut the fuck up.."

The sounds of booming music was heard from the gym, the calming sound of the bass along with the melodious sound of the keyboard right in tow. You were right inside– singing and conveying your feelings to the audience you had gathered.

'Even if my heart froze over, you would always be there to embrace me and tell me, "it will be okay".'

From behind his phone's screen, Suna sticks his tongue out at the twins fighting. "Hear that? I always comfort (Y/N) when she's lonely more than you two." This ticks them off. Atsumu glares right at the pussy hair boy, seemingly jealous.

"Shush, Suna!"

This keeps going on and on until the moment Kita finally tells them to stop. He just wants to hear your beautiful voice and nobody else's. Just– let him have a moment.

'And believe the world will change, it's so filled with kindness. So much that tomorrow will be dazzling, too.'

Aran had nearly begun sobbing. "What a good hearted girl." He quietly praises while watching you stand right up in front of the stage, with the biggest smile on your face as you sang.

"Can she be mine?" Akagi deadpans, stars almost coming out of his eyes. I'm afraid to tell you that you gotta get in line, (Y/N)'s already got these other boys–

...

It was done, the sounds of the instruments began to fade and you look to your team, soft expression never fading once. It was that time on that they had known you would never leave them, because with those lyrics alone, you definitely chose to stay.

Clapping. You wanted to hear that most. Because you tried hard to confess– maybe a bit too hard just thinking about the song, but it was worthwhile to see some of the boys's rare smiles.

Ah yes...both sides agree it was a real blessing to have you on their team. No take backs.

The song may have been short, but the time you'll be spending together with them will live on forever. They don't need the memories, but sometimes, exceptions can also matter.

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu!! #inarizaki #shinsuke kita x reader #aran haikyuu #miya atsumu #miya osamu #team hcs #anime x y/n #akagi haikyuu #ren omimi #hq suna #suna rinatro #inarizaki fluff #music #japanese songs #haikyuu fic #Spotify

[aeoki]

Dream-Coloured Princes - Chapter 1

Location: Yumenosaki Drama Clubroom Characters: Tomoya, Hokuto & Wataru Season: Spring Writer: Yoshino Yuuki

Hokuto: …He’s late. Extremely late.

That Masked Pervert. He’d usually appear out of nowhere without someone calling for him. Maybe I should give him another call.

Just a while ago on the phone, he said, “Amazing! The truth is stranger than the stories in novels…☆”

“I may have been half asleep, but who would’ve thought I’d actually be able to meet a real life prince!” is what he excitedly said.

But it’s dangerous to take what he says at face value.

It’s obvious he’d laugh and at the very end say, “Oh? You’re so honest, Hokuto-kun. Ahahahahaha…☆”.

But if he has the time to be making up stories about meeting princes and whatnot… I’d much prefer if he used it to come up with screenplays for the Drama Club.

Will I play the role of the “prince” again?

I’m not cut out for it and when he told me, “Act more like a prince. Like a phoenix…☆”, I had no idea what he meant.

Nevermind. I’m tired of waiting. He mentioned he was at the garden terrace, so I’ll go fetch him…

Wataru: You called? You called for me, didn’t you!? It is I, the president of the Drama Club, Wataru Hibiki…☆

Hokuto: There’s no need for self-introductions. I see you’ve come down from the ceiling again. Why can’t you just enter the room from the door like a normal person?

Wataru: Why, it wouldn’t be interesting that way~ You’ll be surprised if someone fell from the ceiling, wouldn’t you? Surprises are the spice of life.

Either way, it seems you’ve grown used to this. It appears I must think of other ways to surprise you.

Hehehe, I can’t wait…☆

Hokuto: I don’t need any of that. You shouldn’t be using your talents for something unnecessary.

Anyway, there’s something I want to ask you. I don’t particularly want to rely on you but you are the president of the Drama Club.

Your eccentric behaviour stands out but despite that, you have outstanding acting abilities fitting for that position.

So I’d like to learn from you. It seems I’m not very good at getting into my “roles”.

I’ve continued to play the role of the “prince” after joining the Drama Club, but there’s something about it that doesn’t feel quite right.

At this point, all I’ve done is simply memorised the script. There aren’t any emotions. I’m no different than a doll.

Wataru: Hehehe, to think there’d come a day where the obstinate Hokuto would come to love princes…! Amazing! How wonderful!

Very well, I shall teach you everything there is to know…☆

First, I’ll tell you about my meeting with the princes from the Land of Jewels.

Well, it was almost like time-travel – How funny, ahahahaha ☆

Hokuto: Wait. Meeting the “princes from the Land of Jewels” is one of your jokes, isn’t it?

Wataru: Oh? So you think of my stories as “jokes”, Hokuto-kun?

Well, when I came to, the princes had disappeared like wisps of smoke.

But I vividly remember my conversations with them and how I entertained them.

I don’t think it would be appropriate to call it a “daydream”.

But that’s absurd. It would be cruel to tell you to believe it without any evidence. Then, all I simply have to do is bring forth that evidence!

Besides, we’ll require an audience. Tomoya-kun, Tomoya-kuuun? Hehehe, are you hiding somewhere again?

Tomoya-kun is truly a scaredy-cat. He must be hugging his knees and shivering in fear.

He simply waits for the storm to pass. Stand and face adversity! If you keep on running away, you’ll never escape from being “normal”, you know?

You joined the Drama Club because you wanted to change your “normal” self, didn’t you?

Break open the husk of common sense – It all comes down to your identity crumbling away…☆

Hokuto: President Hibiki. You’re talking to the closet but Tomoya isn’t there. He hasn’t come yet.

Wataru: …………

Hokuto: President, are you listening to me? There are only costumes inside. It’s true the closet has been Tomoya’s usual spot, though.

I also checked. But Tomoya wasn’t inside. I also contacted him on my phone, so he should be arriving soon.

Wataru: Hello there, Tomoya-kun~☆

Tomoya: Wha…!? I was holding my breath so that you wouldn’t notice me, but how did you know I was in here…!?

Wataru: Hehehe, you’ve simply buried your head in the sand but the rest of your body is still exposed. I could see your uniform through the cracks of the closet door ☆

Besides, you were trembling when I neared the closet, weren’t you?

You cannot say you were holding your breath. If you were an emperor with an assassin after your life, you would have lost it already.

You need to have a stronger sense of danger. You’ve felt humiliated every time you’ve been chased and caught by me, no?

You mustn't forget your hunting instincts just because you’re a rabbit! Remember, it’s either hunt or be hunted…☆

Tomoya: S-Stop saying stuff I don’t understand! I’m just your average commoner, not an emperor!

Wataru: No no, Tomoya-kun. You’re a member of the Drama Club. Even if you aren’t oozing with charisma, there may come a day where you’ll play an “emperor”.

You should learn to have the skill to “act as any role”! Fortunately, you don’t have any particular features, Tomoya-kun.

Hehehe, that simply means I’m free to toy with you as I please…☆

Tomoya: S-Stay away! Stop getting closer~! H-Help me, Hokuto-senpai!

Hokuto: Masked Pervert, don’t you dare lay a finger on Tomoya!

Wataru: Oh? You’ve stood in between Tomoya and I. Are you acting as the “prince” protecting the “princess”?

Tomoya-kun has average looks but he looks very good with makeup. I shall turn you into the most wonderful “princess” of all…!

Tomoya: Eek! Are you gonna make me crossdress again!?

I-I don’t want to. Everyone looks at me pitifully and my little sister worries about me. I-I don’t want to go through that ever again…!

Hokuto: Tomoya? Hey, Tomoya…!

Oh no. He’s holed up in the closet again. …Hmm, maybe he’s holding onto the inside, but the doors aren’t budging at all.

Hey, Tomoya. I’ll protect you. So don’t worry and come out.

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#dream coloured princes #enstars translation #enstars

[the-white-soul]

Yeah, of course! We’ll do a lot better than last time, I promise. *Flowey feels an even greater attachment to Chara now, after hearing that specific deal of their mother starving them as punishment. Nothing like that should ever happen to them again. To go along with the soul-amplified empathy for Chara’s situation, Flowey also feels vengeful and proud even, to have killed their mother.*

*Flowey burrows back to Kara, unsurprised by the commotion not only because he was warned in advance, but also because it’s just a common event at this point for physical fights to break out. He doesn’t bother to step in yet though, since everyone else seems to have it covered. He stays at the ready just in case.*

Jeez, what do people have against you, Kara? You’re like a battle magnet. I think you should run from the battle this time since you’re already hurt. Undyne will have the anon distracted for a while.

(Kara) " I guess the more people know me, the more people hate me. Luckily, my arm will improve soon enough if I replace it with a mechanical arm." (Dess) "I didn't promise that. Kara gives Dess the side eye. But we do have the tech. You will still be technically different, though. It might even be able to control from others." (Undyne) "While fighting I never thought an Airbender was real since Alphys told me anime was fake. Anyway, I can't fight alone for much longer." Kara swings their sword at them and,

(Kara) "I guess that's a win?" (Sans) "You didn't die." (Kara) "True." Everyone gets an alert on their phones except those who don't live in this universe. There's a news article. (News) "Today, we're finally revealing that Asgore will be tried in court for the murder of 6 kids in a few weeks. Now, if the people think Asgore should be found unjustified in those killings, the penalty will be no less than death. If found justified, then no penalty shall be placed. If it's not a unanimous vote in the jury, it'll be up to the Prime Minister. If you remember the laws, you might realize that the death penalty is strictly prohibited. However, this does not apply to monsters since they don't have similar rights. Thank you for listening, and keep notified to see more about this case." (Dess) "Starts laughing Wow, this is hilarious now, just how much evil is in humanity. Using the death penalty? PFFT, and they call America evil. I wish all humans would just kill each other already! It's obvious total extinction will come when they all A-Bomb themselves anyway. Why can't I kill them?" (Kara) "Smacks Dess in the face. Listen here, you little shit. Humans, I'll admit, are sometimes evil. But you want to kill them all? What the hell is wrong with you? I thought you were a good monster. At least that's how you reacted to Noelle and…" (Dess) "NOELLE'S DEAD!!! I say those who are dead don't care anyway." (Kara) "Wait, has all this backlash and anger been because you miss Noelle?" (Dess) "What? No, I'm fine. I'm just a jerk to everyone I meet." (Kara) "It's okay if you are sad. Can you let it out to me?" Dess looked in the opposite direction, fighting back tears. (Kara) "You know, I remember when we all used to go to ICE E's Pizza's. We all used to sit down and talk. Remember what you did when Noelle got scared because the ICE E's mascot came through." (Dess) "I would hold her in my arms. I would say, 'Shh, it's okay, he won't hurt you,' and she'd be happy. She couldn't hold it in and cried. Kara, Sniff I miss our childhoods. I miss when we used to be friends and be happy together. I miss my dear father. I miss my little sister. I even miss my Mom. I've tried to start a new life with all these people, but they're never as good as us. And seeing you with Flowey shows we are about as far apart as ever. You have friends and no longer need me nor love me." (Kara) "Hugs Dess Listen to me. It doesn't matter if we're friends, lovers, or acquaintances. We make our lives better by being together. That's all that matters." They cry for what seems like forever until finally, they both stop. (Dess) "Alright, we can continue."

#undertale #the white soul #kara #flowey #ask flowey #airspeaker #sans #dess holiday #I wanted to make Dess actually likable but still not the best so here you go. #Just so you know Dess won't be fixed just better.

[theoldmixer]

12 for Nobody Can Deny There’s Something There!

12. Was there a scene you wished you could have included? Why didn't it fit in?

Nobody can deny that there's something there

Oo yes! This sent me back to look at my "word prison." I keep everything I delete basically and put it at the end. I had a few bits I forgot I wrote and actually were not bad but this is the one full scene that I deleted:

“Paul’s coming over tonight.” He was 16, but Mimi always made him feel like he was a snot nosed kid. “Hmm?” She had to remember and John had tried not to be obvious, but he was pretty sure he talked about Paul every day since they met. “I told you about him, remember? I met him when my band performed at the street fest, he’s a songwriter too!” “Is he a…friend?” She actually placed her phone down on the couch next to her. He knew it was serious if she wasn’t going to half talk to him while playing Candy Crush—again. “Um..yes? What are you getting at?” Oh no. He was too obvious. Shit. “Well—we’re just going to play music and write together..” “Hmm.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about Han Solo.” His heart clenched for a moment. He had thought himself so subtle, but the posters. Harrison Ford. Elvis. One Direction. Oh there were girls too, but Mimi wouldn't care about those. “What the fuck?” “Don’t use language like that with me, young man. If you want to bring your friend over then I suggest that you shape up. I’ve come to accept it, I don’t like it. But you are who you are and if you want to bring your friends over, girls or boys, I will act the same.” Now his heart was speeding up. She knew? “You know that I’m—I’m—” “Bisexual. Yes.” John had only really come to accept it for himself in the last year. He was glad he was born in more accepting times, there was plenty of media where he could see himself, and after having multiple wanking sessions thinking about Harrison Ford, he really began to question and realize it wasn’t just a childhood faze. John was surprised though how open Mimi was about it. Mimi had been so uptight his whole life. “But you said. Remember when you said—” “Oh I know. But that was ages ago, I’ve had time to come to terms with it. Well your mother helped.” “Mum?” Mimi rarely spoke of her sister, even when John went to visit her, she was closed about it, asking only a few questions, never letting John tell about his day with her. “We do talk occasionally, you know, she is my sister after all.” “I know, but—” “Well not more to say. We talked and she clued me in you may be bisexual so as such, if you bring a boy over I’m going to keep an eye out.” “But, Mimi, he’s not—” Oh he did fancy Paul alright, John knew that the moment he saw him, with his hair all done up and his eyes. But he wasn’t about to tell Mimi that. And as it was, John wasn’t sure Paul felt the same..John knew he talked a big game, but he was still rather shy about his newly discovered bisexuality. “Well, we shall see.”

I think I cut it because it didn't quite flow with the rest of the chapter, since it's such a long flashback. So I just kind of summed it up in the actual fic. But I do wish "Don't think I've forgotten about Han Solo." could have made it in!

#thanks for the ask! #it was fun to go back and look at this fic #ask games #my fanfiction

[taintedevesayori]

Tainted Eve Chapter Two

((Happy fanfic Friday!

DBL is a game with mature themes, so reader beware. Sayo does go through abuse from members of the church, so please do not read if that will negatively affect you.))

The next day, the Mukami brothers were gathered in their living room. It was almost time for them to leave for school. Ruki had been on the phone for some time now. He had been trying to contact Karlheinz again, so the three boys figured that’s who he was talking to. A few minutes later, Ruki entered the room. 

“I have some information about that girl,” Ruki said, sitting down to join them. “Her name is Sayori Makina. She is the original Eve he mentioned.”

“She knows about all this, doesn’t she?” Kou asked. “She didn’t seem too happy when she saw me and Yuma outside her classroom. She’s got to know a little at least.”

“She knows more than a little,” Ruki confirmed. “She was informed of the Adam and Eve plan about a year ago. Karlheinz wanted her to accept her role as Eve instead of forcing her into it, but she continues to fight him. She wants nothing to do with any of this.”

“What caused the sudden change in her scent?” Yuma questioned. 

“That man visited her the other day. He offered her the choice to live with us but she refused once again, so he gave her an ultimatum. She has until next Friday to come to us or we are to kidnap her. He assumes she’ll ignore it, so he forced her body to begin the awakening. That is why her scent changed.”

“Did he…also tell the Sakamakis?” Azusa asked.

“No. They don’t know a thing, meaning we have the advantage this time around.”

Kou smirked, glancing over at Yuma. “Shall we have some fun? She was glaring at her desk after she saw us yesterday. It’s obvious she’s still going to be stubborn.”

“Sounds like you want to cause some trouble,” Yuma replied, but grinned nonetheless. “Sure, let’s see what happens.”

“I wonder how she’ll react when we actually approach her,” he chuckled. 

“She is not likely to admit she is Eve,” Ruki replied. “You can do as you wish, but do not go overboard. At the end of the week we will plan what to do. There is one more thing.”

The three waited for him to continue. 

“I’m sure you guys could sense it too….but her awakening isn’t the only thing that’s strange about her scent.”

“Yes….She doesn’t smell…entirely human,” Azusa nodded.

“That man said something strange to me when I asked about it. He said we cannot tell her about that….but more importantly, that we absolutely must not kill her, or she’ll only become more troublesome.”

“The hell does that mean?” Yuma cocked an eyebrow. 

“As for the details, I’m not sure. But it does mean she isn’t completely human. She just thinks she is.”

“This is bullshit…” Sayo muttered as she leaned against the bathroom wall. 

She had arrived at school a few minutes ago. As she was heading to her classroom, she spotted Kanato, who was together with Ayato and Laito. She was minding her own business, as per usual, so she would go unnoticed, especially after her encounter with him last night. However, he still managed to spot her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see he was staring at her again. After a moment, Ayato and Laito followed his gaze to figure out what he was so interested in. Sayo did not like that one bit. Luckily for her, the bathroom was right there, so she quickly rounded the corner and slipped inside. 

She had the time to hide out for a little bit. Hopefully he wouldn’t wait around to confront her. Why was he interested in the first place? Karlheinz wanted her to move in with the Mukami brothers, so it wouldn’t make sense for him to say anything about her to his sons. How had she gotten so unlucky two days in a row? She had never once gotten close to anything like this happening before now. As far as she knew, those vampires weren’t even aware she existed. She was going to go crazy if she had to keep dodging them all the time. 

After a couple of minutes she figured it had been long enough. Sayo peeked out of the bathroom in the direction they had been but couldn’t see them hanging around. She had dodged a bullet. Hopefully this wouldn't continue. 

She sighed as she left the bathroom, turning to head towards her classroom…only to realize the triplets weren’t the only ones around. Kou and Yuma were standing across from the bathroom. She tried her best to hide how horrified she was, but wasn’t too successful. This couldn’t be a coincidence. 

Going back into the bathroom wouldn’t do her any good at this point. She tried to rush down the hallway but was stopped by a hand around her wrist. 

“What’s the rush?” Kou pulled her towards him. “You’re Sayori, right? I tried waving to you yesterday but you ignored me.”

Yuma moved in front of her. Sayo was acutely aware that the hallway was deserted. There weren’t any classrooms in this particular short hallway and class would be starting soon, so the hallways had cleared out for the most part anyway.

“I don’t know you. Why are you stopping me?”

“Don’t lie,” there was a playful smile on his face. “You know exactly who we are. And not just us. Why else would you rush into the bathroom to avoid Ayato and the others?”

She managed to slip her hand from his grip. “I need to get to class.”

“He wasn’t kidding about her being stubborn,” Kou laughed.

“Right? Stop fussing so much. You won’t be late,” Yuma said simply.

“We just want to talk,” Kou smiled. “I promise we don’t bite!”

“That isn’t funny…” she mumbled.

“Don’t worry. The Sakamakis don’t know who you are. All they know is that there’s someone in the school with an interesting new scent.”

“New scent?” She was genuinely confused. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“You didn’t know?” Yuma replied. “It happened yesterday. Karlheinz told us he pushed your body to start the awakening. We can tell you’re Eve now.”

Her body stiffened, her eyes now wide open. This couldn’t be happening…

“I’m not! I refuse to have anything to do with that! That girl Yui is Eve!”

She managed to maneuver past Yuma. At this point she was fine with running. It didn’t matter anymore since she already had their attention. However, she was stopped yet again by Kou grabbing her shoulders. His lips were directly beside her ear. Her body broke out into a cold sweat. 

“It’s not that simple. Do you think we chose to be potentials for Adam? Yui only became an Eve by accident. You’re the original. You can’t abandon your role.”

She turned towards him, so he let her go. 

“Watch me,” she glared before booking it down the hall.

The two watched her go. They didn’t have any intention of chasing her. All they wanted was to shake her up a little.

“She’s a feisty one~” Kou laughed once she was out of ear shot.

“I guess I can see why that man was trying so hard to get her to agree. Even if we threaten people, I doubt it will stop her from fighting us. Besides…we already know we made a mistake before. Doing the same thing won’t get us any closer to being Adam.”

“True,” Kou agreed. “Should we watch her for a while? It will help us figure out how to deal with her.”

“I’m sure Ruki was already thinking the same thing. Let’s go.”

Sayo was relieved the two didn’t follow her. She was already exhausted by the time she collapsed in her seat. Getting through the rest of the day was going to be tough.

“Where have you been?” Lei asked. “You seem tired.”

“I was running late so I rushed here. Sorry you had to wait for me.”

“Don’t be,” she smiled, waving it off. “I would expect that from Kisa. You’re hardly ever running late.”

“Everyone has their days,” Sayo forced herself to laugh it off. 

“True,” Lei chuckled along with her. 

The teacher came in, so the whole class went silent. How was she supposed to focus after what just happened? Now she knew. Karlheinz had told the Mukami brothers about her, but he hadn’t told the Sakamakis. So the reason Kanato had asked that strange question the other night was because she now had a different scent. He didn’t actually know anything about her. That was good at least. He would probably grow disinterested eventually and she wouldn’t have to worry about the Sakamaki brothers after that. The issue was the Mukamis. 

That man told her she had until the end of next week to get close to them or else. That meant that if she didn’t choose to live with them, she would be forced to. There was no way she could let that happen. She had spent a year opposing him and his plan. Giving up wasn’t an option. She was not a blood bag. Sure, she was treated poorly at the church, so it would be going from one hell to another, but the church was still preferable if they were anything like the Sakamaki brothers. 

What Kou said continued to haunt her throughout the day. It was obvious they weren’t going to back down. She wasn’t going to either. There had to be something she could do. She needed some sort of plan to avoid them. The rest of her day was spent half paying attention to lectures as she brainstormed what her options were.

At least Sayo had something to look forward to at the end of the day. Once school ended, both her and Lei left the classroom. Emi and Kisa were waiting for them outside of theirs. They wouldn’t be staying after school. Today was Friday, after all, meaning they were all going to Kisa’s house for band practice. 

“Hey!” Kisa waved, more enthusiastic than ever. “You ready to get out of here and rock it?!”

Sayo couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course we are.”

Kisa grabbed onto both Sayo and Emi’s hands before dashing down the hall.

“Come on then! I’m tired of waiting!”

“At least wait five seconds for me!” Lei exclaimed, chasing after them. 

When she caught up, she grabbed Sayo's hand so Kisa couldn’t take off without her again. Out of the corner of her eye, Sayo spotted the Mukami brothers. Whether they were there to confront her again or just stalking her, that didn’t matter. She was not going to let them spoil this. 

“I can tell just what you want!” Kisa sang loudly to get the others to join in. 

She let go of their hands, flipping around to do a little dance. Both Sayo and Emi laughed as Lei joined in on said dance.

“You don’t want to be alone!” The four sang all together. 

“Hey!” One of Sayo’s classmates called out. “Stop and sing for us!”

The boy and his friends were watching, hoping for more of a show than they were getting. Everyone in both of their classes knew about the band, after all. The four girls talked about it enough for everyone to know what Fridays were. 

“Not today, boys,” Sayo teased.

There was an echo of awes but the girls paid them no mind. They were too focused on their little song as they headed down the hallway for the entrance. Their energy died down a little as they were walking to Kisa’s home, but that was to be expected. 

Sayo’s life with her friends was what she cherished most…and really the only thing she cherished at all. She couldn’t give it up for anything. That’s why she had to fight. She was not Eve. She had made this life for herself and she would die before letting it be destroyed.

Band practice was technically a two day event. They couldn’t exactly practice in the middle of the night with Kisa’s parents and three younger brothers sleeping. Instead, they always slept over. Sometimes, the group would go down to the basement to get a start on their weekend homework if they felt like it. Most of the time they just took food down there so they could eat and talk without disturbing anyone. Once morning came, they would have breakfast together before getting right to practice. 

Kisa’s parents, Ryoko and Hito, wanted to give them privacy, so they never went down to the basement during practice unless they had to. Instead, sometimes they would listen from the stairs. Her younger brothers were a different story. There was Kai, who was eleven, Sota, who was seven, and Hoki, who was four. Sota liked going down to watch them play. He was an energetic kid but had learned not to interrupt them or their parents wouldn’t let him watch anymore. Kai really looked up to Kisa. He wanted to learn to play an instrument as well but couldn’t decide between the bass, guitar and drums. Sometimes he would hide away in a corner where they couldn’t see him so he could watch how it was done.

The girls loved her little brothers. Kisa’s house was always lively because of them. Some wouldn’t expect it, but Kisa doted on the kids a lot, just like her older sister, Nona, doted on her. Nona was twenty four and lived with her husband and her two newborn twin girls. They were in a different city but were coming to visit next weekend, which Kisa was very excited for. That meant they would be skipping band practice, but the three were happy for Kisa, so one missed practice wasn’t a big deal. 

While the rest of the girls were sleeping soundly in Kisa’s room, Sayo was still trying to formulate a plan for dealing with the Mukami brothers. They were able to easily confront her before school that day because she was alone. So what if she wasn’t? There was an easy way around that. Ryoko had offered to give her a ride to school before. The offer was open ended, meaning she would just need to speak up about changing her mind. If she showed up to school with Kisa, they wouldn’t have the chance to go after her. Plus, with how late the girls stayed after school she couldn’t imagine them waiting around that long. The plan wasn’t fool proof, but it was the best she had at the moment. If need be, she could tweak her plan or come up with a new one. For now, she was satisfied enough to finally get some rest.

The next morning, the girls were making breakfast for themselves along with Ryoko and Kai. Hito had taken Sota and Hoki for a doctor’s visit, so they were absent. Once they were done eating, Sayo decided it was a good time to put her plan into action. 

“Ryoko, can I ask you a question?” Sayo asked her as they were cleaning up. 

“Is everything alright, Sayo?”

“It is. I know you’ve offered before, but would you be alright driving me to school? I would walk here so you don’t have to pick me up.”

“Of course that’s alright!” she smiled. “I worry about you walking all by yourself.”

“Thank you,” Sayo grinned. “It means a lot to me.”

“You’re gonna be going to school with me again?!” Kisa threw an arm around her in excitement. “Hell yeah!”

“Kisa,” Ryoko chastised. “Remember, watch your language in front of your brothers.”

Now Kisa was a bit sheepish. “Oh, right. Sorry…”

“What made you change your mind?” Lei asked.

“It’s pretty stupid. I’m just tired of it.”

“Well I’m more than happy to give you a ride,” Ryoko said. 

Now that that was out of the way, some of the stress fell off Sayo’s shoulders, allowing her to give it her all during practice without being distracted. It was the weekend. That meant she didn’t have to worry about the vampire nonsense anymore. She could just enjoy herself until Monday came around.

<- Chapter One - Chapter Three ->

#diabolik lovers oc #diabolik lovers #kou mukami #yuma mukami #ruki mukami #interactions #azusa mukami #tainted eve #kanato sakamaki #ayato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #karlheinz sakamaki #diabolik lovers fanfiction #diabolik lovers boys

[argonavis-hcs]

Hii! Can i request bestfriends to lovers headcanons with yuto, wataru and rio? ^^

» a/n: They're fit the category and i enjoyed writing this hehe. Thank you for requesting and enjoy~

» Tags: Yuuto Goryo x gn!reader ; Wataru Matoba x gn!reader ; Rio Kikyo x gn!reader

» TW: none!

If you guys have known each other since high school, then you know what happened between Yuuto and the three current Gyro members. You were there at that point in his life and that's something that he will never forget. He thinks he's forever indebted to you, even

The two of you are basically inseparable. Especially when he's struggling with his uni assignment despite you guys studying two different majors. As long as he has his favorite drink and favorite person, he believe he can go through any hardships!

He's a dork, alright. A dork with so many things on his mind. He's the type to remember the most random thing about you or what you've mentioned but a lot of times not the important ones. Yet you're always patient with him because years of friendship with him made you accept the fact that he's a baby trapped in a big body

You were worried when he told you he wanted to start a band, because a part of you didn't want to see Yuuto repeat the history but at the same time you want to see him fly and reach the stars above. Meanwhile, you were the core motivation for him to go back on his dream. For once, he wanted to do something to make you proud of him. A simple token of gratitude for always being there for him no matter the situation.

The four addition to his band made him realize how important you are to him. Without your to support him all these time, he wouldn't be able to reach where he is right now. And your frequent absence in his life felt like a slam in his face. It's not like you're absent because of any issue between the two of you, it's just that both of your are busy chasing each other's dream to the point where these sacrifices has to be made.

It pains him to see how many time you have to reject his invitation to watch the band live, but all he could do as your best friend is to support whatever decision you make, right?

Oooooh I want Wataru with a best friend that either has the same obsession to sweets as him or someone that's completely the opposite. Like, someone that will drag him by the back of his shirt away from a bakery LOL

Both of you promise to go hang out occasionally to catch up on each other's life no matter how busy you guys are. if Wataru is currently close to where you or vice versa, a hangout between two *cough* best friend *cough* shall be arranged immediately

You're the first person Wataru go to when it comes to checking his new song. Speaking of the lyrics, can you tell that some of the lines are made with you in his mind? No? Hmm, maybe he's not obvious enough

On bad days he'd be cooped up in his room by himself. He'd be spamming you with messages and asking you to call him when you got the time. The days might be rough but at least he got to hear his favorite sound, which is your voice

Imagine if the lyrics he'd written were becoming more and more romantic and Rio was like, "Who are you writing these for?" and then the realization hit him and he went "Ah, that's why you've been writing while being on the phone with someone."

Funny enough, not even Wataru himself realize it. He had thought that it's how best friends are, even if they don't talk everyday doesn't mean the person doesn't go through his mind everyday. Rio's words starting to weigh day by day and Wataru doesn't know what to do with the feeling in his chest. A part of him is afraid to confess because the probability of you leaving him was never 0 but a part of him also wants to take this relationship to another level

What he doesn't realize is how you always compliment the lyrics that were actually directed at you. He thought you were simply criticizing but it's your way of saying "they catch my attention the most, how do you write all of these?" Seriously both of you need to be more direct wit each other. Open your heart a little more, ok?

Aren't you curious on what he writes every time you talk about other guys that has potential to be with you romantically? I hope not. They're all secure at the deepest part of his drawer and hopefully one day he'll the one to win your heart instead.

The king of tease istg. Oh you have difficulty in anything? Here's how it will go. 1. He'll either call you clumsy or cute, it's always one of the two. 2. He'll say: "What will you ever do without me around?" 3. He'll help you. Of course he will, what kind of best friend do you take him for? 4. He'd ended up not helping at all. He did all the work by himself instead which make you feel dumb at times because how else will you be good at those things? 5. If you say anything other than "Thank you" he'll reply with "Do you really need to be good at them when you have me around?"

Both of you might be best friends since early childhood or high school so you already know what he's like before the band came along. You noticed every little change in him but he doesn't ever want to hear it. Kind of unfair since he love to tease but doesn't want to be teased back.

Since the beginning of your friendship Rio would randomly give you something at random times. An apple at P.E class, a bag of candy on weekend, a new pair of cute sock at 3rd period of Monday, you name it. And there's always a paper attached to it with either him bullying you (affectionately) or weird drawings he did on boring classes. The other classmates genuinely thought the two of you were dating that they're surprised they learn the truth.

"You guys should date, then." If you get a dollar for every you hear it, you'd be rich by now.

Fast forward to present time, the teasing never go away it's a huge part of character at this point. But do you want to know what changed? His demeanor when you're introducing him to another one of your guy friends. In his head his existence in your life is equal to all the guys in the world combined so why would you need another guy in your life? Especially one as capable as Rio.

The things he'd do to show his stance to these guys are usually having his arm on your shoulder, carrying your bag even though you're not carrying anything other than that, leaving the group for a moment only to come back with your favorite snack and say "What? Isn't this your favorite?", and more.

One of these days he feel like saying "Remember what those people always tell you about our relationship? I think It's time to give them what they want."

#headcanons #from argonavis #argonavis #argonavis imagines #yuuto goryo x reader #wataru matoba x reader #rio kikyo x reader

[renee-writer]

I Fought the Law Chapter 16 Relations

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“Christ Alive, you look just like her!” She stares at the stranger, her hands holding a knife and her phone.

“I have called 999.” She warns.

“I won’t hurt you and am sorry I scared you. When I heard you where searching for the way through, I had to come see you. She knew too, you see.” He stands, a strange looking man, his hands up. She clings to the knife, her eyes narrow.

“I know nothing. What are you talking about and who are you?”

“Forgive me. My name is Raymond. I am from the year 1750, late of Paris.” He bows low to her. The knife falls out of her hand as it loosens in shock. “There was a lass then, sharing your name and looking just like you. A time traveler.”

“Are you saying?”

“Ouí. I believe you are her, Madame.” She falls to floor, in a dead faint.

Meanwhile

“My lad,”

“I am not your lad. I am Officer Fraser and this is Officer Mhor.” Jamie corrects.

“I ken who you are lad. You look exactly like her, after all.” The partners share a look.

“What are you going on about?” Angus asks.

“Just how much James, sorry, Officer Fraser, looks like his mam.”

“How do you know my mam?” He glares at the man standing before him. They have come to question the Mackenzie brothers and find themselves on the defense.

“Why lad I should know my own sister, shouldn’t I?” Column Mackenzie replies.

“Your own what?” Jamie places his hand on his nightstick, his eyes narrowing. Angus takes a step closer to the smirking man.

“Explain yourself, now!”

“Relax, Officer Mhor. It is obvious that Ellen meet what she said when she promised not to speak our names again.” He turns towards a stunned Jamie. “We didn’t approve of the marriage, didn’t find your father worthy enough for our baby sister.”

“He wasn’t .” Dougal growls out.

“We did our best to stop the wedding. When that didn’t work and she was leaving for the ill-advised nuptials, she promised to never speak our names again. She kept her word.”

“Aye, must have if you didn’t ken that we are your uncles.”

“I need to seat down.” Jamie replies. He and Angus are let to a chairs.

“Whoever you are, we are here about the threat towards Miss Claire Beauchamp.” Angus states.

“Eh yes, the beautiful lass that had no business being on our land.”

“What were you afraid of her and Miss Duncan finding?”

“Nothing. Just don’t like trespassing.” Dougal replies.

“Bullshite. You have a secret…”

“Another one.” Jamie mumbles.

“Aye, one about the land.”

“It is our land, is it not? My brother overreacted and we will not harm the lasses, especially seeing our own nephew is dating cone of them.”

“Now unless you want to discuss family.” Dougal adds.

“No!” Jamie jumps up.

“Then we shall see you out.”

It isn’t until they are in the car, that they realize they have been effectively given the bum’s rush.

“Bloody hell! We will be back.” Angus says. Jamie just nods.

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