#but also “i didn't know when to stop and neither did you eh? look at yourself. most of that's not even your blood!

[lavender-storm]

You are here now

summary | Theo breaks down and confesses why he's been so distant lately.

pairing | Theo Nott x fem!reader, she/her pronouns

warning | mentions of abuse, su1c1de, sad Theo, probably grammar mistakes

word count | ~2k

a/n: English isn't my first language, so if you found grammar mistakes, no you didn't. I also haven't written anything in a while, so i hope this isn't too bad. Let me know what you think! Xx

His legs are weak, and he can barely breathe when he finally sees her walking towards the Gryffindor common room.

"Y/N," his voice booms off the walls, scaring everyone around them. She stops but doesn't turn around, not needing to see who it is. She could recognise that voice anywhere. "Can we talk?" he says, a bit more quietly now. But she doesn't move, unsure what to do as Theo approaches her slowly. "Please?"

She takes a deep breath and simply starts walking towards a more secluded area. Theodore is breathless, his face is flushed and his whole body trembles. He's thinking of what to say, how to put his feelings into words as they sit down on the stairs, far away from curious eyes. Neither of them speak as he tries to slow down his vigorous heart. But words don't come easy to him as anxiety takes over his body.

The silence between them is too loud.

"How you been?"

"Good," Y/N answers, avoiding his gaze."You?"

"Eh. Could be better."

Another long silence, as Theo tries to collect himself.

"Is that all you wanted to talk about?" she asks, voice stern and cold. How did they end up like this? She used to look at him with so much love in her eyes. He misses it. Every day and night, it's all he can think about. How she laughed at his jokes, how she found comfort in his arms. How it all turned around as a fight followed a fight, with yelling and tears. The last time they talked, Y/N told him how disappointed she was, that he became one of those Slytherins. His heart shattered as soon as the words left her lips. He understood why of course. But it was him against his father, and he needed to change. It was for the better.

He should have said something a long long time ago. He shouldn't have waited. But he's scared, and his life is a mess and he just wants the earth to open up and swallow him whole. He's breaking under the weight, he's all alone and he can't find a way out.

"No, no. I, uhm," Theo's nervous, and Y/N can tell. It's rare he's like this and a heavy weight settles in her chest. He's usually collected, and outspoken, he never had any trouble talking. She wants to comfort him and let him know he can talk about anything, so she hesitantly lays a hand on his forearm. Even after all those arguments and crying and not talking, she cares. Of course, she cares. She is full of love.

Theo takes a shaky breath and tears collect in his eyes. He can't hold it back no matter how much he tries, because he feels so overwhelmed by her. He doesn't even know where to start.

Should he talk about his father? Should he tell her how he treats him? And that he never meant to become like this, but it was inevitable.

He needed her then, and he needs her now, but he fucked up by pushing her and everybody away, and he's scared he can't make it right. Y/N quietly calls his name as she caresses his arm, and a loud sob leaves Theo's lips. Y/N's heart rate picks up, the worry she felt before turned into terror as Theo's body trembles with every sob as she cradles him into her arms, holding his head to her shoulders while raking her fingers through his hair. Her heart breaks for him as he clings to her like his life depends on her.

"I'm sorry," he cries. "I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N. I never meant to do-, I di-didn't know - I'm just s-scared, so fucking scared. I hate him so much and then I did this to you. I miss y-you so bad, I can't even fucking breathe."

"Theo calm down, I can't understand you. Shh, it's okay just take a deep breath with me okay? Yeah, like that, great. You're doing great. One more," she says as she holds his face in her hands. Theo's chest tightens at her kindness. All those things he fucked up. He's a horrible son, a horrible friend, a horrible person. And yet here she is, wiping his tears with such a loving look in her eyes, his soul aches - he doesn't deserve her. "Now tell me again, okay? Slowly. I'm here, I'm listening."

"I'm sorry. I know you hate me, but I truly am sorry."

"I don't hate you, Theo-"

"Yeah, sure, than you are mad at me, whatever same thing."

"Theo-"

"I'm sorry okay? For everything. I didn't tell you the-, "he takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, tears still streaming down his face."I didn't tell you the truth. I lied because I didn't want you to know. But I needed you. I needed you so bad. So I kept it a secret because I was scared. What if you agree with him? What if you see me the way he sees me? So I just avoided you. I know it's stupid, but I was so goddamn terrified."

"Who is he, Theo? What are you talking about?"

"Dad," he whispers and hangs his head, refusing to see her reaction.

"What is he saying, Theo?"

"It's all my fault," he murmurs. Y/N's brows are furrowed in confusion, what is he talking about? What is his fault?

"No, Theo, no. I'm sure that's not true but what is-"

"But it is, Y/N! He is right. My mother always had to take care of me and my problems, that's why she- and now he hates me! I'm a burden and I made their lives miserable."

"That is not true Theodore, listen to me. Don't think that. And I'm sure they could never hate you. You probably misunderstood, I know your parents love you-"

"You don't hit someone you love! I would never hit you! Never. Not even Blaise or, or Draco, or the others, never. " Y/N's whole body freezes, her mind's rummaging through her memories. Oh Merlin. How could she miss this? How could she not realize that…

Y/N is angry. Angry that Theo didn't say anything until now. Angry that she couldn't see the obvious. He showed up with a new bruise every few weeks, and rumors of him initiating fights for fun, spread like fire. But no one ever knew who he fought. It always remained a mystery. Because all of it was a lie, and deep down Y/N knew, but that was easier to believe than this. He needed her and she ignored him. The only person she could ever open up to needed her the most, and she just left him.

"Theo, all this time we thought you were fighting other students, you-"

"He says it's the least I deserve. She was always working and always stressed because of me. They had to sacrifice so much. It's all my fault she couldn't take it. And now all of this is on Dad. It's my fault, I did this. I killed her."

It's an unwritten rule in the Nott family, that nobody talks about the death of Theo's mom. As far as others are concerned, she ran away. And so that's what Y/N thought too.

"She killed herself because of me. And he makes sure I'm aware of that. And I'm so scared that he's right."

"He is not right, Theo, look at me. He's not right. He's full of shit. I've never met your mother, but I know, he raised the kindest, smartest, most amazing boy ever. I know she must have been so proud to call you his son." Theo cries louder, his fingers hold onto her tightly. "I'm proud of you Theo. You don't deserve any of this."

Guilt claws at her chest as she takes him in. His eyes are red and puffy now, but a bruise is still visible under his left eye and a deep cut, already healed, splits his eyebrows. His skin is pale and cold, and he's so thin that his uniform hangs on his body like it's three sizes too big.

Months ago, it fit him perfectly.

She was so consumed by her anger and jealousy that Theo chose his new friends over her, that she couldn't even look at him. And she curses herself for being so oblivious and idiotic, because if she looked at him, only just a second longer, she would have seen the truth. Now, sitting on the stairs with only a little light, she can truly see him. And the Theodore that's sitting here is not the same Theodore she left that day.

"I can't do this without you, Y/N. I know I'm horrible but please. Please forgive me," he begs, but Y/N shakes her head. If someone should be apologizing it's her, not him.

"No, don't apologize. I'm- oh, Theo, I'm so sorry. I should have realized it. I should have paid attention, I should have been there for you. I'm so sorry I left you alone. I should have never done that," she says, pulling him into her embrace again. Theo hugs her tightly, basking in her warmth. "And you are wrong. You are not horrible. You are the most amazing person I've ever met, Theo. You were always there for me, always looked out for me. I'm so sorry I didn't do the same."

"You're here now,"

"Yes, I am."

"Are you staying?"

"Of course. I'm not going anywhere. Not again. I promise." He believes her. He knows none of this is her fault and if she knew, she would've never left. "I love you Theo, so so much. We'll get through this. Together."

And for the first time in months, Theo feels peace wash over his body like waves, and the noise in his head stops. It's silent and calm in his body and soul. Everything's going to be alright. Y/N is here again. They are okay again. He will be alright again.

#theodore nott imagine #theo nott x reader #theo nott imagine #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott #harry potter imagine #lavender-storm #slytherin boys

[tinkerbelle05]

Single parent Bruce Wayne batkids being protective and (healthy) possessive over Bruce?? Batkids who have differing opinions on who Bruce should date?? Yes, yes, yes!!

I imagined that the kids are pretty used to Bruce going on dates as Brucie Wayne, to keep up the playboy persona. All of them have worried about varying degrees. Some took the time to do background checks on the person he was going out with and others decided to spy on them.

Hell, they would’ve been doing just that if Alfred hadn’t stopped them. Said something about how Bruce is an adult who can make his own decisions. They all knew the butler was lying through his teeth.

But they were all comforted by the fact that Bruce didn't have any feelings. That most likely, there would be no second dates with that person, they would fade into the faceless void that was the Gotham elite.

That assurance wrapped them up in a blanket when Bruce was out later than he was supposed to. When he came back happy and giggling rather than the usual indifference or just exhaustion.

“This is weird, right?” Duke questioned one day. They were all in the kitchen waiting for brownies that Jason was stress baking them.

“What is?” Jason asked-mumbled as he was setting the timer.

There was a definite tension in the air around them. For a full house of people, it was quiet. Just the sound of mindlessly scrolling on the phone and Jason’s baking filled it. The silence lingered either way.

“That we have this protectiveness of Bruce,” he explained. “Like he goes out for a ‘date’ and look at us. All nervous and fidgety. I mean, it’s been an hour and no arguments between Tim and Dami.”

No one had an answer for that. It was one of those that were complicated and simple all at once. Bruce was a person with feelings even though he tries to hide them, they are present. They exist. And he breaks, easy and often. And shouldn’t that be reason enough? Because he’s a person who has so much love to give but has been burned too many times.

But continues to love either way.

“Because he’s our dad and no one’s ever gonna be good enough for him, duh.” Jason answers, unfiltered and blunt. He was the most vocal in opposition to these dates in the first place, or Bruce going on dates in general.

“But it's all fake though? We all know that for him it might as well be another business meeting.”

Jason opened his mouth to respond when Bruce walked in, and as usual he was bombarded with a million questions. Duke’s question was forgotten by all of them.

“Where did you go?”

“What did you do?”

“Who was it?”

“How was it?”

“Guys, guys, calm down,” Bruce chuckles, “I just got into the house. Let me settle in first.” There was a faint redness of his cheeks, a glint in his eyes.

That only suggest trouble.

“And also, my date isn’t the type of person you guys are thinking of,” he starts off, walking towards the den. His kids follow him like little ducklings following their mother. “It was Harvey Dent “

“The fucking D.A?! Two Face??” Jason yells, alarmed. Harvey Dent wasn't the type to have fake dates with people.

“It was a real date,” Bruce admits to them. He gets comfortable on the couch and all of his kids surround him, preparing to latch on to every word. “Only Alfred knew about it because we know how you kids can get. I really like him, and I know that you have your suspicions, especially about him. So, please?”

“No!” Jason said, a frown on his face and his arms crossed. “I don’t like him, I don’t trust him, and he isn’t good enough.”

“Jay-“

“I agree with Todd, Father,” Damian cuts in. “My mother is a more suitable choice if we’re being honest.”

“Eh, if we are actually being honest, it’d be Superman.”

“Superman?!” Jason questions with disgust written all over his face. “Dickface, I know you have some hero worship going on with him, but that's the most basic of basic.”

“Plus, it’d be weird if I was dating my Dad’s boyfriend’s son,” Tim added.

“For once, Drake is correct. Neither Dent nor the alien is the correct choice for Father. Like I-”

“No, little brother,” Cass said.

“Yea, I agree with Cass here, Dames. I just don't see it working out with those two,” Duke agreed.

The argument continued well into the night and in true Wayne fashion, it in a debate style with well-thought powerpoints and some insults thrown in of course. No one had any agreement on who deserved their father.

“Um, do I get to make a decision on this?” Bruce asked in the middle of a laughing fit. It was nice to have the house full with people and laughter.

All of them looked at him with a blank stare and responded with a swift “No”.

#bruce wayne #jason todd #batfam #dick grayson #dc comics #soft bruce wayne #cassandra wayne #duke thomas #tim drake #bruharvey #damian wayne #single parent bruce wayne #batman fluff #batman #batfamily

[howlingday]

Think you could do some Nora’s Arc quotes based on Bob and Linda Belcher from “Bob’s Burgers”?

Think? Good sir, I KNOW I can do it!

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Nora: I guess I'll just have to stick with plan "Don't get hit by a bus".

Jaune: No. You know what, Nora? Whatever we do after you're gone, I just want us to be together. So if you want your ashes spread somewhere crazy, or you want to be dropped into a volcano, then that's what I want, too. I just wanna be with you, even if we're dead.

Nora: Aw, Jaune~. Hey, you know what? Maybe being buried won't be so bad. It'll be like laying around in bed on the weekends before the kids came along.

Jaune: But what about the worms?

Nora: Eh, maybe they'll get you first and then be like, "This place sucks. Let's try another cemetery."

Jaune: Thanks, Nora... I think.

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Baker: Oh, well, my bad! I guess we can't bake enough in one day for your wife's fat hands! There's only so much dough in the world!

Jaune: ...What did you say?

Magnum: Ohoho! You should NOT have said that, you poor, dumb baker! Here comes the thunder!

Jaune: (Grabs loaf) Guess what? (Throws it) No one! (Grabs another loaf) Talks about! (Throws it, Baker tries to catch it) My wife's! (More loaves tossed) Big hands! (Grabs shelf)

Baker: Stop!

Jaune: (Pulls shelf, Loaves fall by the dozen) ON HER BIRTHDAY!

Magnum: (Picks up loaf off the ground, Eats) Except us!

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Jaune: Nora, I... I learned a lot of new stuff about you today. Things I didn't know after being married this long. Things I... gotta give respect to. Sort of. And I'm glad to say that I'm still finding little surprises.

Jaune: Also, I wrote that down on your birthday card. See?

Nora: Oh yeah! Aw...

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Nora: Aw, poor Jauney!

Jaune: Hold me!

Nora: Oh, come he- OW! OW! Watch it with the sword!

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Nora: Aw, look at you with a broom in your hand. You look like a pretty witch~!

Jaune: Thanks, that's what I was going for.

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Jaune/Nora: (Simultaneously, To the kids) Your mom/Your dad will take you. (Turn)

Jaune: I don't want to take them.

Nora: Well, neither do I!

Jaune: ...Thumb war on four?

Nora: Deal.

Jaune/Nora: One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war. (Struggle)

Jaune: Oh!

Nora: Yes! Good on me for marrying a man with dainty thumbs!

Jaune: They're so beautiful, but so useless...

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Nora: Hm... You think I could squeeze half a glass of wine out of this rag?

Jaune: I mean, I wouldn't.

Nora: No, no, of course not. But let me just suck on the rag once. (Chup!) AGH! (Coughs) Ugh, that rag is disgusting!

Jaune: (Chuckles) I love you.

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Jaune: (In the rain) Yes! We win! ...Sort of.

Nora: Oh, Jaune! (Kisses him) Here, now lift me up like in that one romantic movie we saw! (Jumps)

Jaune: (Catches her) Ngh... Nope. Nope. Too heavy. Too heavy. ...Sorry.

Nora: Eh, it was worth a shot.

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Ren: Wait, are you both really going to round off ten thing you love about each other?

Nora: What? No! Ten is way too much!

Jaune: But maybe just a few more? Like, how I love the way you say "vroom, vroom" when you turn on the coffee maker.

Yang: Ha! I got that on my list for Ren, too!

Nora: I love how your beard kind of flutters when you sneeze.

Thrum: I guess Mom and Dad are doing their Beloved's Day speeches. Out loud. And in front of everyone.

Magnum: Romantic sons of bitches. Tai Ren?

Tai Ren: Baby making music?

Magnum: You know it.

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Jaune: You should have married Ren. You would have been better off with him, instead of being stuck here with me in this... this place.

Nora: Oh, Jaune, please!

Jaune: It's true! I can't even satisfy you with my kissing! (Looks over) I'm sorry you had to hear that, kids.

Thrum: It's okay.

Magnum: Thanks for sharing, Dad.

Nora: Jaune, listen to me. I would rather be married to a suspected war criminal who can't kiss for jack and still have dreams high as the sky, like you, than a thin-lipped quiet guy who never had a dream to begin with.

Jaune: You would?

Nora: No doubt about it! You're a hero to both of your kids, and to me. Now come inside and whip us up some pancakes~!

Jaune: Aw, Nora! I'm comin in! (Go to door)

Magnum: (Click!)

Thrum: (Giggles)

Jaune: Open the door.

Magnum: (Lifts hand)

Thrum: (High fives)

Jaune: Okay, very funny. Now open the door.

Magnum: (Walks away)

Thrum: (Follows him)

Jaune: KIDS!

#rwby #bob's burgers #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #nora's arc #rwbabies #yang xiao long #lie ren #sunflowyr #valentine's day #beloved's day

[hopefulromances]

hihi! i love your work! could I please request the first kiss prompt from the kiss list with sam obisanya? no worries if not, thank you!!

A Sam request! I'm so excited!

pulling away and their faces are all flushed and they hear nothing but the sound of eachother trying to catch their own breaths

Sam looked at himself in the mirror, straightening his tie. Then he undid it and took it off, letting out a sigh of frustration.

"Sam," Simi interuppted, coming over from her station. "You've taken that tie off and put it back on probably ten times now. What is going on?"

Sam smiled bashfully, looking at the tie in his hand. "I'm going out with a girl tonight... and I'm really nervous."

"OOOoooo, you have a big date, eh?" She teased, nudging him.

"Well..." She straightened him out so he was facing her then took the tie from his hand. "You must make sure you look the part..." She wrapped it around him and began tieing it together. "But most importantly, be yourself." She patted his shoulders as she finished. "Its impossible not to love you."

Sam took a nervous breath, but smiled appretiative. "Thank you, Simi. I truly appreciate your words of encouragement." His phone buzzed, letting him know that you were outside, ready to go. "Wish me luck!"

"You won't need it, Sam, " Simi reassured him. "Just have fun!"

When Sam saw you standing outside he thought his breath was knocked right out of him. You looked absolutely perfect with a sweet smile that would warm even the coldest of hearts.

Your date was the type of first dates that people write about in books and stories. The banter never died down and Sam lost track of time. Before the two of you knew it, the resturant you'd gone to was asking you to leave.

You were both slightly buzzed from the amount of wine you'd consumed so Sam offered to walk you home which you gladly accepted.

"My father used to say that a good night is a long one," he told you as he hooked his arm around yours as you walked down the street.

You giggled, leaning against Sam. "Well, tell me that the next time I'm awake at 2 am thinking about the embarassing thing I did in secondary school."

The two of you laughed. It felt so natural, laughing and chatting with you. Like you'd been doing it your whole lives even though you'd just met tonight. Eventually, you came upon your front door.

"This is me..." You said to Sam, pulling away slightly. You both stood, neither of you wanting the night to end but also not wanting to push things to far. "So I guess... I'll say good-"

"Wait!" Sam moved forward to stop you from going inside. You turned towards him eagerly. You were closer together than you realized, your faces inches apart. "Would you mind if I-"

"Please do."

With no more hesitation, Sam cupped your cheeks in his hands and kissed you. Hard. Your hands flew up to grab onto his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. The kiss didn't last long, just long enough to leave you gasping for air as he pulled away.

Neither of you moved, staying wrapped up in each other, faces flushed from the heat between you and the only noise the heavy breathing as you tried to catch your breath. Sam leaned his forehead on yours, letting a chuckle escape his lips.

"I took my tie off and on about 10 times before coming out to meet you," he admitted, breaking the silence.

You stared at him for a second. "Want me to take it off an 11th?"

Let's just say you took off more than just his tie that night.

#Sam Obisanya #sam obisanya x reader #sam obisanya x y/n #sam obisanya x you #sam obisanya reader insert #sam obisanya fanfiction #ted lasso #ted lasso show #drabble night #fluff #drabble

[alltoolewis]

Could you do a Lewis one where you're his childhood best friend who also got famous as a singer and you guys start dating and you go to the paddock and everyone is fanfirling over you guys (yes Lando as well) and you feel shy and don't want to intrude in the team photo but lewis drags you in and someone says something like "you're part of the family now?" maybe his family is there as well?? ty!! i love the way you write!

Forever & Always- Lewis Hamilton 💜

How did I miss this! It's one of the cutest things I've been asked to write. So sorry for the wait, if I saw it I would of written it months ago lol, but I hope you enjoy it regardless! Thank you so much being so kind... your so sweet 🥰 I was planning on making this short but as always I got carried away lol! So be prepared for a long fluffy mess love you guys!

Warnings- none just fluff, not proofread

Words- 3.1k

You'd be lying if you said you didn't know this day would come... lying on your best friend's bare chest as he ran his fingers carelessly across your bare back. It was obvious to a naked eye that you and Lewis loved each other, after spending the last 30+ years together being inseparable it was bound to happen at some point. The both of you knew how the other one felt. He saw the way your eyes would linger longer as he worked out and you saw the look he would give you as you walked out on the stage, a look that was too pure and full of love to be just a friend! But despite the two of you knowing, neither of you said anything, wanting to see who would be the first to crack... and last night you finally found out!

Having enough of not being in your arms, Lewis finally made the big step in calling you his as he pulled you deeper in his arms and pulled you into the most passionate kiss either of you has ever had! That night the two of you got lost in the years of hidden lust and love, finally cracking to spell you had both put on each other!

"You coming to the race today?" Lewis mumbled sleepily in your shoulder, already feeling himself drift back to sleep as your fingers got lost in his hair. "Of course..." You smiled, leaning up to place a gentle kiss on his temple "When have I ever missed your home race eh?" It was true, from all of his years of racing he couldn't think of one British GP that you didn't attend. Even when your own career rocketed and your schedule became just as busy as his, you always made sure you were there, making him fall for you ten times harder!

Once your morning cuddles were over and you practically pulled him out of the bed, he couldn't help but stand back and admire you getting ready in his bathroom. Of course from your years of friendship you had stayed overnight before, but this time it felt different... and although there was no label on it just yet he knew there was no way that you were just friends anymore, he wouldn't let it be.

Creeping up behind you he wrapped his arms around your waist, causing a huge smile to appear on both of your faces. Feeling his lips tug up in a smile as he nuzzled his head deeper into your neck caused a million butterflies to erupt in your body. "Walk in the paddock with me?" He muttered between kisses, his words causing you to almost drop your toothbrush out of your mouth. "Huh?" You said mouth full of foam as you looked at him in shock. Despite how long you had known him you had never walked in with him, in fact, you had never walked into the paddock or stayed in the garage! The media knew that you were childhood friends, but that didn't stop them from creating a false story every time you were spotted together. So being the protected friend he was he kept you in his motorhome, claiming it was because you were roscoe's protector but you knew it wasn't.

"You're so cute.." He laughed, removing the toothbrush out of your mouth, allowing you to spit out the toothpaste that was now burning your mouth. "You want me to walk in with you?" You repeated his question, eyes only growing wider as he nodded his head without hesitation "Don't you think it might be a bit soon...?"

"No.." He smiled, again without any hesitation "Gorgeous, you have been my best friend since I was born & it took me enough time to do what we did last night! I don't think I can last another year of not attending my home race with you, especially now that I got you, I want to show you off to everyone. Fuck the media, your mine!"

"But what about your family? Toto? Angela?" You continued to panic, although you were already warming up to the idea. But Lewis knew you, he knew that you always tried to think of any excuse when something scared you, but he didn't want you to feel scared now... he wanted you to feel free "What if they think it's to soon... They don't even know about us, God I don't even know about us! Are you my friend, friends with benefits... boyfriend? I don't know what to label us-"

Cutting your words short, he pushed his lips to yours. Immediately swallowing any ounce of panic that was in your body, he smiled as he felt your body relax in touch, only pulling away when he knew that you were 100% calm. Pushing his head against yours, his thumb caressed your cheek "You need to calm down missus.." Looking directly in his brown orbs, time felt like it stilled as the only thing that could be seen in them was love and safety "Don't worry about them... they've been pestering me for years to make us a thing! I swear even I get a podium today the only thing they will be celebrating today is us!" You couldn't help but giggle at his words knowing that they were all true! His dad and brother has been teasing you for years about it, calling you soulmates and placing bets on who would admit it first! "& if your worried about labels sweetheart that can be easily fixed" Smirking, he pulled off his Cartier love ring the one that you have always loved. Placing it in between his two fingers, he took your hand in his smiling down at you as your cheeks flushed pink "my (y/n), my best friend, my platonic and real soulmate... will you be officially mine?"

Shaking your head you let the tears fall down your cheeks "Your so silly" You giggled as he stuck his tongue out at you "Of course I will be your girlfriend Lew!"

"About time.." He sighed, lifting you up in his arms as he twirled you around in the air. Both of your laughter blend into one as he put you back on the ground, but not removing his arms around you "Now come on girlfriend, let me put this ring on your finger to make it official?"

"Are you sure?" You smiled, as he placed it on your finger kissing it as it slipped on perfectly "I know how much they mean to you..."

"& You mean 1000 times more" He smirked, pecking your lips gently "And don't worry I've still got another 7 to piss off the FIA with, if anything your doing me a favour! Now c'mon let's get ready..." Picking up a stranded Mercedes cap of the floor, he placed it on your head his number clear on it "I want to show Silverstone the trophy I have already won!"

With his words melting your heart, you both spent the rest of the morning getting ready for the arrival. You didn't really pack any 'paddock walking' clothes, expecting to just be going straight to his motorhome. "How about this?" You mumbled to Lewis, whose eyes lit up at you wearing your ripped black jeans and a Mercedes t-shirt with his number proudly on the back. "You look unreal darling.." He smirked, waking over to pull you in his arms for the hundredth time that morning "What driver do you support eh?" He teased as you put the cap back on your head causing you to roll your eyes "Oh shut it!"

"How about you throw this on as well?" Lewis says, going over to the oversized pink and yellow coat he wore for practice earlier in the week "Apparently it might rain & I don't want you to catch a cold before your big performance on Tuesday.."

"Your so sweet.." You whispered, finding his thoughtfulness overwhelming. You were starting a new tour as an opening act for Ed Sheeran, and for the first time in your career singing at sold-out stadiums! "But people saw you wearing that... there gonna know" Chuckling he kissed the skin behind your ear, whispering softly "My hands are not going to leave you until I have step foot in that car baby girl... wearing that coat or not there gonna know that you are mine... for forever and always!"

"Forever and always eh?" You smirked, holding out your arm for him to tug the coat on "I like the sound of that.."

"Hmmm me too.." He smiled, pulling the coat on your body, stepping back to admire how adorable you looked practically drowned in everything him "I like the sound of that very much!"

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The drive there was filled with nothing but a peaceful comfortable silence. Your entwined hands rested on his thigh as you drew around his tattoos with your other one... Roscoe sleeping

"What do you think they'll say?" You mumbled over the silence, causing him to look at you confused "Who darling?"

"The media..." You whispered, still occupied in tracing his tattoos as you felt his eyes practically burn holes in you "It's your first time walking in with a girl since Nicole Lew... it'll be a big deal. There always quick to speculate things... I'm just scared there going to do it to us, y'know break us before we have even started. I know I sound stupid but I don't want to lose you before I properly have you..."

His heart broke as he heard the vulnerability in your voice. He knew you didn't have the happiest memories with the media, they always tried to trample you down, just like they did with him... but he had thicker skin than you did. Your sensitivity always let them win!

"Baby look at me..." He cooed, pulling you closer to him the best he could "You have had me for years... and you'll have me for years to come. What they think means nothing darling, they can think or say whatever they want because only us know the truth.." Taking your locked hands to his mouth, he placed a gentle kiss to where they attached "I love you (y/n) so much... and I want to you to be comfortable okay? so If you don't feel ready for this we can turn around, drop you and little man down there off at the motorhome and I'll join straightaway yeah?"

Taking in his words, you sighed. You knew there was nothing to be afraid of... not when you had him next to you "No..." You spoke confidently, causing a small smile to grace his lips "I love you too Lewis I always have and always will... I've got this" Just in time the car stopped indicating that you had arrived. Pecking your lips softly you both smiled "No gorgeous... we've got this"

And he was right...

The second you got out of the car you felt his presence next to you... Your hand laced with his as he continued to make small talk with you, trying to get you to forget about the crowd that was now following you, firing nosy questions about the two of you. Despite not doing it for years, it felt natural to have someone other than roscoe walking in with him... You felt natural. & as he held you petite hand in his, listening to you laugh as his dog tried to keep up with the pair of you he couldn't help but kick himself at not making it official sooner thinking about the all times you could of been here with him instead of hidden in the back... but all that truly mattered was now, and he was willing to make up for any lost time.

Once you hit the entrance to the paddock, you were met with a stressed-out Angela "oh my god Lewis there you are!" She sighed in relief "You are 20 minutes late we have so much to do... what the hell were you-" She paused in shock as she took in your figure pressed firmly against his, Roscoe finally catching up with you as he went straight to Ang "(y/n)" She gasped, causing you to laugh as you politely said hi. Her eye's flickered between you and him and your hands, only then realizing what was going on "No way! Are you..." Being too shocked to finish her sentence, you and Lewis just nodded huge smiles on both of your faces as she squealed, jumping up and down as if she had just won the world champion "Oh my god! I am so happy for you guys! I have wanted this forever... when did this happen and why haven't I known about this!?"

"We'll answer any questions in a bit ang..." Lewis laughed, as he saw the steward become inpatient with you all blocking the entrance. Taking your hand back in his he smiled, "Let's make it to the paddock before Toto kills us yeah?"

"Okay.." She smiled at how in love you both looked "But I'm not letting this go.. I want all the details!" Smirking Lewis leaned down to your ear "Don't think she wants all the details... what do you think?" Jabbing him in the side playfully you rolled your eyes as the events from last night replayed over and over in your head... the both of you wishing that you could do it all again right now, but first you had a family to face and he had a race to win!

Angela wasn't the only ones that were excited for the pair of you, everybody who saw you were quick to congratulate the two of you . But no one was happier to see you walk in together than his family who instantly cheered as they saw his arm wrapped around your shoulder "FINALLY!" Nicholas cheered, looking at his dad as he held out his hand "Pass that £20 over dad!"

Lewis furrowed his eyebrows as he watched his dad sigh, handing over the note to his younger son "He said that you'll be together before you were 40! But you were leaving it a little late son... I doubted you.."

"I left it too late.." Lewis frowned as he was reminded of what could have been. But as he looked down at your smiling and chatting away to the rest of his loved ones, fitting in straight away, none of it mattered "But I've got it now.." He blushed as you looked back his way giving him a big smile "And I'm not letting her go!"

"I'm proud of you!" Anthony beamed, patting him on his shoulder "She's good for you... now we'll have to put a bet on for the wedding eh nick?" Your head whipped up at the mention of the event, causing everyone around you to laugh. "Easy dad It won't be for another 3+ years.." He laughed, grabbing you back to him, whispering in your ear "But you would look so pretty in white baby girl... maybe I have to swap the Cartier for a rock sooner!" Your cheeks flushed red as he carried on as normal, ignoring the fact he pretty much told you he wanted to marry you! And now the picture couldn't be erased from either of you!

"Right Lewis let's get going!" Angela beamed "We have a race to win!" Turning to him, you planted a kiss on his lips causing everyone around you to awe "Good luck champ!" You mumbled on his lips "I am already so proud of you..."

"I love you so much.." He mumbled back, pulling away as he felt you take roscoe's lead from his hands "What are you doing? You not staying in the garage?" There was a slight frown on his lips as you shook your head.

"I love you too..." You smiled, crouching down to stroke the inpatient bulldog who was missing all the attention on him "& I might be your girlfriend now but I was Roscoe's protector first!"

"Ahhh I see how it is!" Lewis laughed, crouching down to join you "You stole my fans and now my girl, Mr... got to stop bringing you eh? I'll end up with no one"

"You've got us silly, We love you.." You giggled, kissing his lips once more before hopping up off the ground to make it to his motor "I'll see you later baby, good luck... get a trophy for me yeah?" You teased. "Anything for you darling" He smiled, waving you goodbye "Anything..."

"Your so whipped!" Spinz laughed, hitting him over the head. His eyes never left your figure as you disappeared round the corner. "I've been whipped for years..." He proudly admitted not even caring how cheesy he sounded "& I'll be whipped forever and always!"

"Oh god what has she done to you?" Spinz teased pretending to be sick causing Lewis to join in with the laughing "I have no idea bro... but I love it!"

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Just like he promised, he had another trophy to his name! Your heart burst with pride and love as you watch him step foot on the platform, you knew he would be a bit disheartened at the number but from how poor his season had started, everyone knew he was headed in the right direction!

Switching off the TV, you grabbed Roscoe's harness immediatly gathering his attention! "C'mon Roscoe.." You cooed, wrapping it around him "Let's go see daddy eh?" With a quiet bark and a wag of his tail you knew he was just as excited as you to see him!

Meeting them where you promised, you couldn't stop yourself from jumping in his arms. Pulling his lips to yours as you mumbled sweet nothings on them "I am so proud of you handsome... I knew you could do it!"

"Could have done better tho..." He sighed, pulling away but keeping his head pressed against yours. Rolling your eyes you shook your head "Shut up. You were incredible out there... and you got me that trophy I asked for..."

Your words swapped his frown for a smile as he pecked your cheek repeatedly "I told you baby... anything for you!"

Your moment was ruined as team orders called for a group picture, causing you to pout slightly cause you had to get out of his arms. Planting one last kiss on his head you sighed "I'll just be over there..."

Just as you were about to walk away his arm pulled you back, making you look at him with a confused look "Oh no you won't..." He smirked, pulling you in front of the camera with all of his team and family, making sure that you were placed right next to him "Lewis what are you doing?" You hissed, still trying to escape his hold "I don't belong in this picture... I haven't done anything..."

Before Lewis could speak, another voice took the words straight out of his mouth "You deserve to be here just as much as everyone else does..." His dad spoke, placing his hand on your shoulder "Your a part of the family lovely..."

Nodding at his father's words, he pulled you closer waiting for the timer to tick down before he whispered his added thoughts...

"Forever and always.."

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[twisted-tales-of-all]

Exceeding Expectations

Summary: A chance meeting at the market leads to a relationship you never imagined. Pairing: Seo Changbin x afab!reader Genre: PG-13 (deeper topics that may not be suitable for young readers), mostly fluff, one-shot, event Tropes: royal!AU, duchess!reader, earl!idol, himbo!idol, strangers to lovers, love at first sight, hidden relationship Word Count: 2.2K Contains: anxiety over titles, sneaking out, naive (?) reader doesn't understand signs, very occasional use of pet names (princess), Changbin flirts a lot (literal heart-eyes man), one kiss on the cheek, multiple deep hugs A/N: Happy Holidays, as part of the CoDN Secret Santa event! This came later than planned, but I fell in love with the concept more than expected! I actually might write a part 2 to this one if I have the time because I would love to flesh out the relationship! I hope you enjoy your gift, @staytinyville !! As usual, credit to @cafekitsune for the divider<3

He's never been one to stay in his home. Unlike the rest of the esteemed Seo family, Changbin refuses to let life pass him by. After years of sneaking out, his parents assigned a bodyguard to tail him, but he quickly learned to lose his guard, too. All he wants is to explore how others live their lives, and he can't understand why being an earl should stop him from doing so.

Today, he's out on another exploration. Many young lords have mentioned the seasonal market, so he finally decided to check it out. Between the stalls of fresh fruit and fancy trinkets, something catches his eye - or, rather, someone. Although you try not to stand out, his eyes fall upon you quickly. A beauty beyond his comprehension, examining the apples for bruising, stands a few feet in front of him. You give the stall manager a bright smile, and Changbin feels himself melt. Is it okay to fall for a total stranger? In his eyes, this means he must talk to you at least once. As you purchase a few apples and make your way to an artist's stall, he follows. He picks up a pendant that resembles the colors of his family seal and makes an effort to ask the merchant about it. You listen to the story and laugh when the merchant adds a deal at the end.

"Buy two for the price of one, eh? But this one fits so well." The stranger turns to you to ask, "Did you want one? I'll use the deal to get you one, if you'd like."

Concerned about his intentions, you ask, "Me? Now why would you do something like that for a total stranger?" 

"It'd be a shame to waste such a pleasant offer, and being able to gift something to someone as gorgeous as yourself is always a blessing."

You roll your eyes at his clear flirts, but your heart flutters a bit. As a duchess, people don't dare talk to you so casually or openly, but you snuck out in casual clothing to see what others might experience, so you didn't know what to expect. You look over the trinkets and pick up one resembling your favorite flower.

"If you're offering, I'll take this one. I'd also like to request some more of your time so I can pay you back somehow."

Even the merchant can see your interest in one another as clear as the sky above. He sells the trinkets and watches with a smile as you both walk towards the edge of the market. Anyone you pass sneaks a glance at the two of you, assuming you to be a couple, but neither of you notice the attention you draw. As Changbin celebrates his victory in getting to talk with you, you use the opportunity to learn how forming relationships outside of the formal noble circles works.

"What would you like in return? I don't want to accept a gift without returning the gesture, especially with a stranger."

He holds out his hand as he introduces himself, "My name is Changbin, and we don't have to remain strangers if you think of it as a burden."

"Shall we become friends, then?" You shake his hand as you continue, "Nice to make your acquaintance, Changbin. My name is Y/N."

Even without your royal garb, you radiate royal energy. The way you walk and talk resembles training through the fae. Although Changbin picks up on your airy way of speaking and the soft footsteps that give the illusion that you float around, he refuses to bring it up. He might be greedy for it, but he doesn't want to risk the chance of having a relationship with you. If you rank higher than a lady, you will likely deal with an arrangement for your family status; if you reside within the dozen or so families rivaling the Seo family, you'd instantly have to cut off contact. There are far too many variables, but he can simply ignore them all if rank never comes into the conversation. In his mind, ignorance is bliss.

"The pleasure is mine, Y/N, truly. Now that we are friends, I hope you do not feel the need to repat me. Sales help everyone involved, and friends help one another, so, surely, it's fine."

"I'd still like to repay you. Even if it's simply in terms of keeping company, I'd like to repay the kindness."

As he agrees that company seems like a fair trade for kindness, Changbin leads you to a small, quiet clearing to avoid the bustling crowd. Seeing the patches of flowers and tall grass surrounding a small stone bench, you feel your body lighten. Any nerves or tenseness from earlier fades as you step out into the silent sanctuary. With even the birdsong faint, you wonder how one could find this space in the first place.

"I roam a lot. I found this a few months ago and made a promise with myself to only show it to someone who matches its beauty."

"You're such a philanderer, Changbin. You know all the words to make one's heart flutter. Or maybe, are you a poet?"

He laughs and shakes his head, insisting that he only speaks the truth, "Maybe I'm a romantic at heart; it all comes naturally as I look at you. You must be amuse for plenty of artists."

Avoiding the compliment, you ask him why he roams. The more words leave his lips, the more you find yourself eager to learn more. However, time continues to move, and the dimming sky calls you both to return home. As you say your goodbyes, he asks you to come back here whenever you have some free time. Although there's no telling when his free time will line up with yours, you promise to meet each other again soon.

Despite having responsibilities at home, Changbin manages to sneak away to the clearing every day. You, on the other hand, don't manage the time again until nearly a week later. When you arrive, the field is empty, but Changbin joins you after only a couple of minutes of silence.

"Well, hello there. It's been a few days. Welcome back."

"Hi, Changbin. How have you been these days?"

"Pretty alright. My parents have been pestering me a lot lately, but that's usual, too."

"Oh, really? My dad's been breathing down my neck this week, telling me to focus hard on my duties. He insists I'll be taking over properly soon."

"Taking over? Does your father own a business or something?"

Realizing that you've given some telling information, you try to backpedal by shrugging off his question, "Yeah, something like that."

Although he catches each hint, he doesn't mention it. Instead, he slyly switches the topic without issue, and you accept the new topic with open arms. Once again, you stay there together for quite a while. He seems to prefer learning about you, but he's not secretive about his life either, so you have a hard time figuring out his intentions. Despite this, you ask him to show you some fun places the next time you meet, and he perks up in excitement at being able to show you some of his favorite places.

"Okay, then. When will you be free next, Bin?"

"Bin?" He laughs at the nickname but moves past it quickly, "What kind of places do you want to see? Somewhere quiet? Popular? Unusual?"

"I don't go out much, so how about some more popular places first? I'm free every Thursday around noon, so anywhere that fits into that timeframe sounds good to me."

"I should be able to finish by then - or at worst a bit later. I'll come up with some places to visit. Are you okay with meeting up here on Thursday then?"

"Sure, sounds like a date!" You beam, not putting any consideration towards your words.

His eyes widen as he hears you call the meeting a date. His heartbeat quickens, but he does his best not to show it.

"A date?"

"Ah, we don't have to call it that if it makes you uncomfortable. Sorry if it bugs you."

"No, no! That's okay! I was just a bit baffled. I'd love for it to be a date, actually."

Now, you turn wide-eyed. Suddenly, everything clicks into place - his interest in learning about you, eagerness to answer your questions, and excitement to show you around. Clearly, he's been showing interest in you. As you replay the past few hours as well as the first day, you're disappointed in yourself for not noticing sooner. However, you find that this situation gives you an advantage in your mission to learn the lives of others. He stays civil, and he wants to spend time with you, so this is the perfect opportunity. Plus, you don't dislike him, so it can't be too bad to date a bit, even if you'll likely have to marry a high-ranking nobleman later in life.

As you say goodbye, the hug feels deeper than usual. Maybe you only now notice, or maybe Changbin stopped holding back, but it feels much more intimate and comforting. So much so that you feel an urge to kiss him. Although you can't pinpoint why you had the compulsion, his reaction satisfies you enough to disregard the lack of reason.

As you walk away, promising to see him on Thursday, he stumbles back to the bench and places his hand on his cheek. Still in disbelief, he sits there in silence for a solid ten extra minutes. The kiss occupies your mind just as long. After the intense emotions, you both find yourselves debating whether to reveal your proper title to the other.

"Should I tell them?"

He settles on a choice quicker than you. By midday Wednesday, he's already practicing exactly what he wants to say when he comes clean. On the other hand, you find yourself pacing in your room as night falls that night, debating heavily. As a duchess, it's hard to think about revealing your title. At best, people put up boundaries and treat you differently. At worst, they block you out without so much as a farewell.

Even as you walk over to your meeting area, you doubt that your choice to tell him will end well. Thanks to your anxiety, you arrived earlier than planned. Leaving your home at noon, you originally wanted to take your time on the walk, but the thoughts on your mind made your feet match their pace. As you anxiously wait, you decide to accept whatever outcome happens after telling him your title.

"Whatever happens, today's the day."

"The day for what, princess?"

You jump up and turn in the direction of the voice, causing him to start laughing.

"Changbin! Don't scare me like that!"

As his laughter begins to calm, he apologizes, "Apologizes, Y/N. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. But what was it you were referencing?"

With a deep breath, you ask him to take a seat, "I have something to confess. I've debated revealing this, but I feel like I'll eventually have to come clean with it. If you feel any way after learning this, simply promise me that you'll admit it to me straight."

"Of course, I will. After you say your piece, I also have something to say as well."

"Okay, so..." You pause for a quick mental review of all of your talking points. "As you already know, my name is Y/N. However, to properly introduce myself, I must add that I am the duchess of the Sage Court. My parents lead the group, and I have been receiving training to take over within the next few years. I was given the duchess title last year after my parents properly announced their plans publicly."

"Duchess of Sage Court... So you ARE a princess!"

"I'm not a princess, Bin. I'm a duchess. Now, tell me your thoughts on the matter before I lose my mind, please."

"What thoughts are there to have? So, you're a duchess. So what? I could tell you were high ranking. You even walk like a noble. You're still Y/N to me, and I'd love to continue our relationship, even if you eventually face an arrangement that keeps us apart. Or, if I face one first. Because I'm also a noble. Not quite Duke level, but my father is Marquis Seo."

Although you didn't expect him to be high-ranking, it didn't surprise you nearly as much as his completely unchanging attitude towards you. For him to admit so frankly that you are still you despite your title, your heart skips a beat.

"It doesn't matter to you that I'm ranked higher than you?"

"Not in the slightest. I am attracted to you as a person, and your title has no basis on that in my eyes. Plus, I could ask my father to send an attempt at marriage to yours, and I believe he would be all for moving the family rank up."

You can't help but smile at his joke, especially after knowing that he's likely talking from his heart. Due to the unexpected turn of events, you pull him in for a tight hug. As you relax in his arms, you find yourself falling for him and his unusual ways.

"Maybe I'll ask my father to consider it."

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[tessenpai]

Kono Oto Tomare! Chapter 124 Scans and Rough TL

Disclaimer: Please DO NOT use this translation to make your own TL of the chapter!! The KOT TL group works very hard to give you the most accurate translation, that does as much justice to the original script as possible. This is a ROUGH translation. That means is faulty and there must be mistakes in certain places. This is just for impatient people like myself to get a grasp on what is going on in the chapter! You can REFERENCE my TL if you want to discuss the chapter but never USE it as it was your own.

Scans:

Page 1

Side text: Landing on the Northern Land...

Page 2

Side text: Seeking Love/Chika in the Summer/Natsu

Chapter Title: Ignorance is Bliss

Page 3

Isaki: Hold on, Takaoka-kun. Where are you going?

Tetsuki: Ah, I'm going to take the train from here. I will see you tomorrow, then.

Isaki: What are you talking about? I told you I rented a car, didn't I? Don't be shy.

Tetsuki: I'm not being shy, I'm just trying to protect myself.

Isaki: Hey, now.

Isaki: You're not pretending anymore, are you, Takaoka-kun?

Tetsuki: Aren't you the one having fun pretending to be dull, Isaki-san? Please stop it alrea-

Tetsuki: Ah. I'm sorr...

Page 4

Tetsuki: !! Uzuki!

Page 5

Uzuki: Takaoka-ku...

Isaki: Huh!!? Did you say "Uzuki" just now!?? That "Uzuki" I cannot forgive-

Isaki: ...

Isaki: "Uzuki"?

Uzuki: ...Yes

Isaki: The "Uzuki" that tormented Chika so much and also messed up my father's place...?

Page 6

Uzuki: ....

Uzuki: Yes...

Isaki: Is this the actual dude? I think even I could take him down!!?

Tetsuki: Well, the one who actually executed it was someone else...

Isaki: ...

Isaki: Ejem

Isaki: Nice meeting you. I'm Chika's aunt. It seems you brought my nephew a lot of grief. I was thinking about punching you after the National Competition was over.

Page 7

Isaki: Chika told me that he had invited you to listen to their performance. So you actually came.

Uzuki: ...I'm sorry. I am truly... regret... ful...

Isaki: I wasn't being sarcastic. After all, Chika was being serious when he invited you.

Uzuki: Eh? ....Ah....

Page 8

Isaki: You look pale. More like, you look like death. Do you even eat properly?

Uzuki: Eh...

Uzuki: !

Isaki: Have you eaten lunch?

Uzuki: I.... Have not

Isaki: I see. Us neither.

Tetsuki [thoughts]: Isaki-san, you are not planning to...

Isaki: Smiles

Page 9

Isaki: We are going.

Uzuki: Eh?

Isaki: Come on, start walking.

Uzuki: Um

Isaki: Takaoka-kun, you too. Quickly!

Tetsuki [thoughts]: Seriously....?

Mittsu: Fuaaaaaah

Kota: I'm starting to lose focus.

Page 10

Chika: You guys are pitiful. I'm still full of energy.

Sane: That's only you! You are the only one who is still lively!

Sane: We've already heard the performances of 23 schools, y'know?

Sane: Not even in class have I ever listened with that much concentration.

Takezou: Are you two okay? Is your first time at a competition, and with the volume of the sound...

Natsu: I'm tired, to be honest.

Atsumu: I'm having so much fun!!!

Atsumu: I thought all the performances were only koto, but there were high schools that had sangen* and shakuhachi**, too!

Chika: Ah! That was awesome-- I got so excited!!

Atsumu: Yes!!

3-baka: That's Yoshinaga, the heir of Chikaism, for you.

Mittsu: How many schools are left, by the way?

Sane: Let's see-- 1, 2... 9 schools.

Kota: That's an amazing number in just one day---

Page 11

Suzuka: It's not like is mandatory for you to listen to all of them, you know?

Akira: Guys, we have practice after we go back. It may be too much...

Mittsu: No... We've made it this far...

Keishi: Ahaha You don't have to be so stubborn-- Remember that the most important thing is your own condition.

Keishi: There are some schools that don't listen to other schools' performances so as to not be influenced by them in any way.

Keishi: I think a lot of them give themselves until the last minute to practice.

Keishi: But if you really want to stay and listen, that's no problem at all.

Sane: Uuugh...

Natsu: By the way, are there any strong schools within the remaining 9?

Page 12

Akira: Let's see...

Akira: Aah. If I remember correctly Chibana Girls High School is regularly a top school.

Sane: Chibana, Chibana... Ooooh dead last...

Natsu: Those are the girls that we saw in the hotel meal room, isn't that right?

Sane: Eh?

Natsu: They ones that seemed to be mad at you Senpais at the opening ceremony.

Sane: Those girls are from Chibana?

Natsu: They had CHIBANA written on their T-Shirts. And in the sign at their table.

Sane: You are so observant, dude---

Page 13

Natsu: As soon as they found out we were from Tokise, they changed their attitude real quick.

Natsu: I thought it would be funny if their performance sucked.

Sane: Woah. You are so bad, Momoya.

Natsu: I mean, I just got super annoyed.

Chika: Pats

Kota: Hugs

Natsu: What is this...

Takezou: For now, let's decide when Kurusu-san and Houzuki-san come back.

Sane: Right!

Page 14

Tomoe: Ugh.

Tomoe: Bleeeeegh

Chibana Student: Oooh maan. Come on, get a grip. You act so strong, but you're really nervous, aren't you?

Tomoe: Aaah shut up. This is just my constitution, my constitution!!

Chibana Student: Yeah yeah. There's not much time left anymore.

Satowa: Um, are you okay?

Hiro: Do you need us to call someone for you?

Tomoe: Ah, I'm okay--

Page 15

Tomoe: Ugh!!!

Tomoe[thoughts]: The girls from Tokise...!!

Hiro: !

Satowa: Ah.

Chibana Student: This girl gets like this before a performance. It's like a regular event.

Tomoe: Hey...

Chibana Student: You don't have to worry.

Tomoe: Blushes...

Tomoe: You don't have to say unnecessary things! I'm fine now!

Satowa & Hiro: ...

Hiro: The time just before a performance is nerve-wracking, isn't it?

Hiro: I'm the same.

Page 16

Tomoe: Eh...

Satowa: Ah, that's right.

Satowa: If you'd like, I've got some candy.

Satowa: Do you need some? To cleanse your palate...

Tomoe: Strawberry Milk...

Satowa: Ah! M- mint or citrus flavored would've been better, right? I'm sorry.

Satowa: Wh- When I get nervous or feel under the weather, these help me calm down.

Page 17

Tomoe: ...Thank you...

Tomoe: ...Thi- this candy.

Tomoe: I like it as well.

Page 18

Satowa: I'm glad.

Tomoe: Umm--- I- um-

Chibana Student 2: Tomoe!! How long are going to be chatting!? We are starting to move!!

Tomoe: I- I know!!

Tomoe: Thank you for this!

Satowa: Not at all.

Page 19

Hiro & Satowa: Good luck with the performance!!

Hiro: ...Hozuki-chan.

Hiro: Aren't those the candies Chika-kun always carries around...?

Page 20

Hiro: Sqeeeeal---

Hiro: Oh--- Gosh--- You are so cuuuute----

Hiro: I so totally get you. You start to like the same things the person you like does, right----

Satowa: Don't- Don't tell- Don't tell Kudou-

Hiro: Whaaaat---? I wonder, what should I do---?

Satowa: Hiro-senpaaai---

Page 21

Chibana Student: ...They were just

Chibana Student: Really good girls.

Tomoe: Yeah...

Tomoe[thoughts]: The first time I watched Tokise's viral video

Page 22

Tomoe [thoughts]: The club was in the middle of pushing for Nationals

Tomoe [thoughts]: While everyone was practicing hard and raising their spirits every day.

Video title: National Koto Club Member. The truth is revealed. Video discretion is advised.

Tomoe: ---Huh? What is this...?

User 1 Comment: This is the first time I hear about something like a "Koto club"

Reply to User 1: No fr. What's a koto club to begin with? Sorry lol

User 2 comment: If a club with a member like that can go to Nationals, then isn't the level in the mud? Lmao

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Tomoe [thoughts]: I was so mad.

Tomoe [thoughts]: Because of some random guy who doesn't know what he's doing…

Tomoe [thoughts]: The koto club

Tomoe [thoughts]: The national competition that we'd worked so hard to reach every year.

Tomoe [thoughts]: We were being made fun of by people who didn't know what they were talking about.

Tomoe [thoughts]: And they underestimated us.

Tomoe [thoughts]: Don't lump us together with the guy from that club...!

Tomoe [thoughts]: It was unforgivable.

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Tomoe's comment: I'm a member of a koto club. I don't want people like this to play. I don't want to be near them. They're a nuisance.

Tomoe [thoughts]: The thoughts and feelings that I spit out on social media spread quickly.

Tomoe [thoughts]: I received many messages of agreement.

Reply 1: What she said!

Reply 2: I'm also in a Koto Club! Well said---!

Reply 3: I missed the Nationals this year. And yet a club with a member like this... I'm so disappointed and frustrated.

Tomoe: ...!

Tomoe [thoughts]: They'll pay for that!! For sure!!

Tomoe [thoughts]: I will show you what a serious performance looks like!!

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Chibana Student: Well, I know it's a bit complicated, but let's concentrate on the performance ahead of us.

Chibana Student: What Tokise is really like... We will find out when we hear their performance.

Tomoe: You're right.

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Tetsuki & Uzuki: Uuuuuuuuugh

Isaki: You two are pathetic---

Isaki: I just ran a little.

Tetsuki: Isaki-san, your driving is not a matter of if you run or not

Isaki: What!?

Isaki: Whatever. Order whatever you like. This big sis here will treat you.

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Uzuki: No... I'm fine with just water...

Isaki: I said eat.

Tetsuki: Isaki-san

Isaki: You look so unhealthy. You don't eat enough on a regular basis, do you?

Uzuki: I don't... Have much of an appetite.

Uzuki: Food doesn't really... have a flavor.

Uzuki: I can't tolerate it.

Uzuki: ...I'm sorry.

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Isaki: Chika didn't eat any food when he first came to my house either.

Isaki: It was right after my father died. It was the same thing when the recent turmoil happened.

Isaki: When something happens, he loses his appetite. That child.

Isaki: It was like he lost his interest in life.

Isaki: You are the same. You give that impression.

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Uzuki: The same as Chika...

Isaki: Is not something to be happy about.

Isaki: Dammit...

Isaki: Listen, I don't care if you just order porridge or soup.

Isaki: Even if it's just a bite.

Isaki: You can leave it. You can spit it out. But first, eat.

Isaki: It takes a hell of a lot of strength to face what you've done and to live with it.

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Isaki: If you don't have that kind of resolution, you don't deserve to hear Chika and the rest's performance.

Isaki: Your face looks like death. This is not a joke.

Isaki: What Chika meant when he asked you to come. Think about it.

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Chika: ---I will stay until the very end, as planned.

Chika: I wanna listen for as long as I can.

Chika: I want to know.

Chika: You guys can go back first and rest---

Atsumu: I also want to listen!!

Satowa: That was our plan all along though?

Hiro: The ones who are tired can go back to the hotel, that's ok.

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Mittsu: ...Hey. Who is tired here?

Sane: I can't see them.

Kota: Our concentration power knows no limits--

3-baka: Let's goooo!!! To the very end---!!!

Atsumu: Stares...

3-baka: Let's get it. Hahahah.

Natsu: Sigh...

Suzuka: That is exactly what I thought would happen.

Akira: Right?

Chika: You don't have to force yourselves.

Sane: We are not-- Don't underestimate us.

Chika [memories]: No matter how much you cry or wail.

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Chika[memories]: The things you've done will never disappear.

Chika [memories]: The things we can do

Uzuki [thoughts]: Are probably things we can only do

Uzuki [thoughts]: Now, or

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Uzuki [thoughts]: From now on.

Tetsuki: --------

Isaki: Takaoka-kun, order whatever you like.

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Tetsuki: Fu Okay.

Side text: Only the accumulation of the present will make the "From now on (Future)"

---Kono Oto Tomare! will continue in the next issue---

#kono oto tomare! #kono oto tomare #kot #sounds of life #stop this sound! #kot! #rough tl #translation #kono oto tomare spoilers #kono oto tomare manga #kono oto tomare 124 #kono oto tomare! 124 #kot! 124 #kot 124

[slashingdisneypasta]

More Toon Patrol Family Headcanons

I'm going more in depth about ^ these ^ . My personal headcanons for the Weasels families.

Warnings; Cheating scandal, adoption (As in 'giving a child up for'), orphans, homeless living reference, Sanatorium living, abandonment, Deadbeat Father, Nasty Deadbeat Mother, fearing you're like your parents, etc.

Greasy:

Greasy was conceived on a desk... in a frenzy... by a business man and his pretty secretary.

Yeah. Bit of a saucy origin story, not that he knows it. Greasy was a complete one-night-stand accident child, neither of his parents wanted a kid and they weren't the types to force their way through raising him just cuz a few drops of semen leaked and carried winners. Also, the whole 'business man and his secretary' thing was an obstacle aswell,.. considering he was married...

When Greasy considers who his parents might be and why they didn't keep him, he thinks... eh, well he doesn't really think anything, these days. He came up with a million different reasons why he was left alone, before (When he was kit in an orphanage clutching his sheets in a storm, when he was a 12 collecting trash for pennies, when he was a teenager and working 2 dodgy jobs plus getting Select Items into prisons for cash, when he was a cruel 20 year old realising he had a knack for dealing with bad people and using them and his criminal activity skyrocketed) but he hasn't considered them in a while- not since joining the Patrol. That was when he really found a place to actually stay still (A.K.A, a place to feel relatively safe and to put his ~books~, a job he's really good at, some freaks who actually notice him as more than a tool to use. As a manipulative pervert moron, maybe, but for some reason it feels better when Wheezy rolls his eyes at him for saying something sleazy then it ever has having some gang leader praise him for having a good eye.), and since then... he hasn't really felt the need to think about his parents, or why they left him alone or didn't want him. He doesn't care.

He grew up part of the time in orphanages and part of the time on the street, which is how he learnt to be so intuitive and manipulative with other people (Though quite of a lot of it is natural talent). Its honestly a stroke of luck the insane asylum rejects he calls family now found him- no one else would be able to deal with him.

Psycho:

Yeah, so Psycho's family disowned him. I think that he spent a time in his life living in a Sanatorium, because he became just... a lotta work, for them at home, and they couldn't deal with him. Or, wouldn't. So they left him there, and after a short while, they... stopped visiting him?... One missed week turned into 2, 4, 8, 14... until Psycho grew bitter to the thought of them. He didn't want them to come back (Would you??)- he hoped they wouldn't.

And they didn't.

When he got out (When the Toon Patrol helped him escape) he just kinda... didn't think about them. He didn't really wanna see them again, not even to hurt them for abandoning him like that. As far as he was (Is) concerned- his family might as well just be the guy that drew him. And that's that. He's just him. Psycho. No family name.

Its a little lonely, a little empty... but better. Yes. Better then those looks 'family' give you when they don't want you. Better then waiting.

He does have a soft spot for Stupid, though. Big dumb hot water bottle that he is. Good for the winters.

He doesn't necessarily consider the rest of the TP his new family (Just that word gives him the Ick), but there's no doubt that if his old family ever did, miraculously, come find him and want him back (For some reason??), he would... hide behind Smartass and Greasy. Hissing, growling impressively disgusting obscenities, feeling ready to lash out with his razor, but yes... from behind Smartass and Greasy. He's not scared, he doesn't think they could protect him better then he could himself or even that they would, but he just.. feels better there. These two chose him.

Smartass and Stupid:

OKAY!! So- their father was a c o m p l e t e deadbeat. And a cheater. He was with Stupid's mum (A 'homely', hard-working, tough-as-nails badass of a woman) during the day and then Smartass' mum (An alcoholic who owned the bar he frequented. Very tough also, but also completely ruined as a person- nasty in natural personality and totally broken by life) at night. Stupid was a planned child, Smartass was an accident.

Smartass' mother... did not want him. Very plain and simple. She would come to half regret it later, but she give him up after a few years to his father- who promptly drops him off with Stupid and his mother and then ditches them all. Raise two sons?? Fuck that. So Stupid's (And, now, Smartass') poor mother is left working 3 jobs and taking care of a little boy who eats everything in sight as well as a tiny, weak little boy with a huge chip on his shoulder. She does the best she can and she has two very grateful sons for it ^^

Smartass is all torn apart because of this. Its complicated for him. He always felt like his mother's son (The one that gave him up. The spiteful, dirty, alcoholic mess); Like he couldn't escape it. Still cant. He feels like its in his genetics. He feels like he could never truly be one of them (Stupid and his mum), because he's too much like her- too cranky, too pessimistic, too cold- but with them he did feel loved, at least. Stupid's mother never made him feel like second fiddle, she tried her best to make him recognise that he was now more hers then anyone else's, and that was good enough... but only most of the time.

Stupid loves his brother ^^

Wheezy:

This is best done in dot points- so here we go.

Yes, he is the chill Big Brother of the Toon Patrol- but that is not saying much XDDD He is still the neurotic, addiction addled criminal of his family! They truly do love him, but goddamnit, do they have some things to say about his lifestyle.

First of all- he's related to the two grave digging weasels in Mickey's Christmas Carol XD They're his cousins. They take the shit right out of him every time that they see him XD They'll drop cigarettes just to watch him lung to grab them before they're wasted because they know he cant help it and then shake their heads at him looking oh so serious ("Come on Wheezy, do better then that... " "Yeah Wheezy come on man, that's pathetic," while he's standing there looking pissed, arms crossed, but puffing away and taking it), they'll go ahead and tell on him to his mother at the drop of a hat if they something (Like if he got a girlfriend, or the Toon Patrol did something that got in the news, or he was smoking in the bathroom, etc. Like, "We love you cuz but we couldn't help it! Your life is a train wreck and we don't have a TV."), they'll tease him endlessly, etc.

I mean, they love him and they get along mostly but yeah... they love to hassle him XD 😅 Don't worry, Wheezy can take it.

He has a mother who frets about him and is down to go toe-to-toe with Smartass so he can get some days off (Another @marinerainbow idea! ^^). She's not an overbearing mother, she'll see his cousins sneaking the cigarettes out of his pocket before he even notices and not say a damn word, but when it comes to his health and relationships... she does still treat him like he's living with her XD Like, she wants to meet the Toon Patrol to assess them (And when she meets them she immediately demands that he q u i t- ), she wants to set him up with nice women ("You're so handsome Wheezy!! Please, let me find you a nice girl. Sandra, at the butchers, she just got her degree and broke up with that boyfriend of hers and I just think- " "Mum, I'm fine." "... I'm gonna give you her a number." "No thanks, Ma!- " "Did you hear the words 'Can I' leave my mouth? No? Thats because it wasn't a question."), and she wants him to eat well ^^ She doesn't call him everyday to make sure, but when he does come around she makes him leave with so much tupperware XDD He goes home with two bags full, dumps it on the table, and goes like "Guys!! We're fed for the next week!"

His father is a very very scary looking guy, himself. But he's a very good man and actually loves his sons 'friends' XDD Except for Greasy. He doesn't care for Greasy. If he sees the Toon Patrol he'll greet each of them and then promptly ignore Greasy's 😅😅😅 Just like-

*Handshake* "Smarty, good seeing you. Sharp tie." *Shoulder pat* "Stupid my boy you got a little something... its right there, on your mouth, its... eh, whatever. Save it for later. Good to see you." *Nod* "Psycho, your hair's lookin extra big. Very good." ... *Greasy hesitantly holds out his hand* "Oh look, a bird- Seeya, boys."

Its because he thinks he's a freak XD The first time they met, a risqué page from a magazine flew outta Greasy's suit and Wheezy's dad has never forgiven him.

Wheezy also has uncles, aunts, more cousins, and grandparents- but this is all I got right now XD

#Toon Patrol #Toon Patrol Headcanons #Headcanons #Wheezy Weasel #Stupid Weasel #Smartass Weasel #Psycho Weasel #Greasy Weasel

[froms8nsashes]

Tortios

"We're bringing back Toritos!"

Taurtis burst through the front door with a wide grin on his face. Arms open wide and this glint in his eyes.

"Didn't we get sued for that?" Sam asked.

"They can't find us, we're in witness protection." Taurtis shrugged off the concern.

"No, they certainly will be able to find us. Especially if you start making them in our house." Grian looked up from his book.

"You know, maybe I could name them something else. "Tortitos? Gritos? Samoritos?"

"Don't use our names!" Sam and Grian snapped.

"I can't think of anything else!" Taurtis whined.

"What if we just sell Jerry Kats?" Ridley poked her head through the door. "People already really like Jerry Kats. Also, sorry Taurtis. I couldn't keep waiting."

"You're helping him?" Sam looked a bit offended.

"Of course she's helping me! She's my sister!"

"You've been saying that for everything." Grian sighed.

"Surprisingly, it works really well! He also said I'd get half of the profits."

"Half?! What if we wanted to help?" Sam gasped.

"Well... You can still help! I just don't want to pay you."

"What?!"

"What if I split my fifty percent in half?"

"That's fine, I don't care what you do with your money." Taurtis smiled. "Anyway, I'm gonna go make some prototypes in the basement! Bye!"

"Taurtis that's my room!" Grian yelled after him, chasing him down into the basement.

After a very, long house meeting Taurtis was allowed to bring back Toritos, he just couldn't make them in the house and had to sell them online not in person. Either way they weren't going to avoid a lawsuit, but they might not lose their house.

Over night people started buying Toritos again and Taurtis used an abandoned warehouse to make the cheesy snacks anonymously. Suddenly they were being sold everywhere once again because people just happened to really, really like them. Even if they did bad things upon consumption.

Ridley stopped when she was approached by some of her friends, talking highly about Toritos and even insisting she tried some even when Taurtis specifically stated that neither her, Sam, Grian, nor Taurtis could partake in eating the merchandise. Regardless she took the red chip bag that looked far too similar to Doritos and smiled awkwardly.

"So, are you going to try them?" One girl asked.

"Eh, what the hell?" Ridley shrugged and opened the bag. The chips inside were all perfectly shaped neon orange triangles.

She started coughing and sputtering. Toritos spilled on the floor as she tried to breathe. Sam and Grian came running when they saw her down the hall. Taurtis exited the bathroom and noticed the commotion, he gasped when he saw the open chip bag and rushed over the same as his friends.

"Oh my gosh! Ridley are you okay?!"

"Of course she's not okay! She can't breathe!" Grian smacked him upside the head.

"Is no one seriously going to do anything?" Another girl asked, looking at the two boys.

"Ridley!" Taurtis wrapped his arms around her middle and started to squeeze, hoping that she was just choking or something of that matter.

He just made it worse...

"I'll go get a teacher!" Grian ran off down the hall, crashing into the first classroom that wasn't empty.

At first it just looked like her face was turning blue, then she looked almost lopsided on top of that. All of a sudden her face just kind of... Fell off. It was like she had been wearing a mask. There was no blood. It just slipped off. It just fell on the floor with a wet splat. Sam screamed bloody murder, he and Taurtis were holding each other.

"I didn't know it was gonna kill my sister! I don't want to go to jail!"

Geode came running, he was the teacher that Grian had gotten. In about under two minutes Ridley's face was no longer on the floor and she was being led away to Geode's classroom. Sam and Taurtis were still holding each other and staring at the open Toritos chip bag. The girls had already run away. Grian shook, holding his head in his hands.

"You are never. Never. Making Toritos again."

#yandere high school #yhs sam #samgladiator #yhs #yhs grian #yhs taurtis #yangust 2023 #yangust in october #toritos #doritos clone #day ten #prompt ten

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Abyssal exhales, crossing her arms. She taps her foot, trying hard not to look at Overseer. He was doing the same, though he found the floor of the Hub elevator much more interesting.

The silence was loud and awkward between the two, neither having really thought they'd need the other in a goddamned Hub elevator.

Abyssal exhales silently, glancing over to the doors. She'd typically just use a portal command like usual, but she didn't trust herself, not after the venom Cursor had spat at her just before she left.

She sighs softly. Well, she still needed to go and check out a universe. Apparently, it's Admin (or host, as Root had told her) had kidnapped Root and kept her in the universe for a few hours. Abyssal was glad she learned this from Root and decided not to tell anyone else. Why? Because with the recent events, Abyssal knew full well there wouldn't be any good reactions.

A sudden jolt from the elevator makes both Overseer and Abyssal jolt, stumbling to keep their balances. As they look around, confused, both miss the way a white lock appears over the doors before fading.

As the duo regained their footing, both notice that the elevator wasn't moving.

".. oh my god, are we stuck?" Abyssal wings press to her back.

"And we can't even break out because of the way the Hub is designed.." Overseer groans, tugging his hood further down.

She rubs her temples, pulling up a chat box to let Umbra know about her predicament before frowning deeply. A loading symbol of a gray cube spinning stopped her from stopped her.

"Weird.." she mutters. She then looks up, and she swears that, from a shadow, she sees a ball with a tail and cat ears leap off of the top of the elevator.

".. well shit." Overseer and Abyssal sigh, knowing full well with their respective powers it wouldn't even be a good idea to attempt breaking out.

They only hoped the Admins of the Hub worked fast.

○●•

"So.. your coding is the reason why you decided to let Blotch possess me?" Abyssal hums, sat beside Overseer. He hums also, nodding and sitting just close enough that Abyssal could, theoretically, just stretch her wing and have it rest over him..

Oh, wow, where did that come from? Her cheeks darken as she blushes.

"Mhm." Overseer sighs. "And I'm.. sorry about. It was stupid in hindsight, and we should've found a different way."

"Eh. I've been through worse." Abyssal shrugs, and Overseer decides to not comment on that.

Silence surrounds the two again before the Admin speaks. "Uh.. why do you keep your hood up all the time? I-If you feel okay answering!"

"It's.. fine." The Program looks down. "I.. I don't want others to use it against me. Before I met Blotch, I.. met someone who I thought I was capable of trusting."

He pulls his knees to his chest, and without much prior thought, Abyssal rests one of her wings over him. "And.. I showed them my face, despite the fact I shouldn't have. They.. used that against me. It made me think that I could never trust anyone again. Plus.. I.. don't look that good anyway."

"Yes, you do." Abyssal speaks, her voice soft yet firm. She carefully reaches and places a hand on his cheek, making Overseer jolt in surprise. However, she feels him lean into the touch. "Don't think of yourself that way, Overseer. I get it, someone betraying you when you thought you could trust them. But don't let that affect how you see yourself."

"I mean.. if you want my opinion.." She pulls her hand away, bashfully smiling with a dark blush on her cheeks. "Your freckles are adorable. They look like stars against a night sky."

Overseer hesitates before pulling down his hood, and Abyssal can see that he has a blush as dark as hers. While he avoids her gaze, she can hear some happiness in his voice. "I've.. never had it compared to that before."

"Well, now you have." Abyssal hums, glancing away.

Overseer opens his mouth to speak again but instead pulls up his hood when the elevator jolts, moves, and stops. The doors then open, and the two quickly stand up, walking out and looking at it.

"The hell?" Abyssal frowns. "What are all those gray blocks?"

Before she had time to question it anymore, the elevator disappeared.

She sighs and turns around, eyeing the portal command that no doubt leads to whoever took Root. "Well.." She summons her blades. "Here goes nothing."

"Want some help?" Overseer asks as chains form beside his hand.

Abyssal pauses to think before smiling. "Sure, why not?"

(Entropy blinks and sweats as she looks at the open portal command. Why was she so nervous lately?)

#admin: abyssal #sona: overseer #entropy the collector #fanfiction: my writing! #!posts! #i was so tired while writing this #gonna just go and pass out now

[yuriko-mukami]

His Possession Dark 09

Brighter light peeked between the black curtains when Yuriko opened her eyes for the next time. She let her hazy gaze travel through the room that was much tidier than her own, but it was truly the armchair and a bookshelf that got her focus.

There was a glass of water waiting for her again. Yuriko sat up slowly, reached for the glass, and drank every last drop. As she put the glass down her eyes caught her eyeglasses on the nightstand. She reached for them and set them on her face, seeing the room more clearly now.

Slowly Yuriko stood up; the floor was cool against her feet which were only covered with thin socks. She shivered as she walked to the bookshelf and wrapped her hoodie better around her body. Yet instantly her fingers started to track the book backs; every book on the shelf was put there neatly and it was obvious that their places were carefully chosen. Yuriko’s fingers stopped ever so often to an interesting title. So many of the tomes weren't in Japanese which surprised her. She didn’t recognize all the languages and now she couldn’t help but wonder if Ruki spoke all of those.

And he probably isn't even Japanese… but would it be rude to ask where he is from? Maybe I should wait until he tells on his own accord.

What made Yuriko think that Ruki would do so? She didn't truly know and neither did she have time to ponder because just then the door opened, and the said vampire wandered in with the tray again.

"Why are you up, Livestock?"

Such a cold voice, yet Yuriko realized that the ice was still missing from Ruki’s eyes. Something had shifted.

"Umh… I woke up and felt a little better…"

One steely look was enough. Yuriko left the shelf and slipped back to the bed. Ruki sat down next to her, touching her cheek with the back of his hand.

"You are still hotter than usual. Eat now, then you take a bath," Ruki commanded. This time the meal wasn’t porridge but soup. The aroma of tomatoes, maybe also carrots, greeted Yuriko. The mere thought of those vegetables was enough to water her mouth, bringing a cozy feeling along.

Without complaints, Yuriko took the spoon and started to eat. She couldn’t recall the last time someone had made her meal twice in a row. But Ruki… he had made her porridge and now this soup, not to mention all the school lunches. Maybe it was Yuriko’s fuzzy state of mind, but the meal made warmth settle deep within her. Suddenly something hot ran down her cheeks, but cool fingers wiped the lonely tear away.

"Do you like the food so much that it brings tears to your eyes? Such silly livestock…"

"Umh… I… thank you, Ruki."

Yuriko’s words were but a mumble. Hastily she continued eating, savoring every spoonful of soup. This was almost like a vacation; right now, nobody expected anything else from her than eating the meals and getting rest… but still she worried if her father would be mad.

Of course, Dad will be. I should at least call him as soon as possible… and I guess I need to go home right after the fever goes down.

After Yuriko had emptied the bowl Ruki moved the tray to the nightstand. The silence lingered between them.

"So… eh… thank you for… everything. But I should go back home soon. Dad will be mad at me if I stay."

The words came out with a struggle as if Yuriko’s tongue had been sticky and tried to hold them down.

"That man does not deserve to be called father after leaving you on the floor like that. And he has no right to tell you who you spend your time with. You are already a young adult."

"It’s not that simple," Yuriko said and averted her gaze. "I… I failed. My third year of high school. I'm already 19 and this is my second round. Dad was very mad at me, I shamed him. So, I'm trying to pay back…"

Ruki listened quietly as Yuriko told how she had skipped school and failed at everything except literature. She didn’t say anything about her reasons. Not about Haruko and bullying, not about her mother either.

"Pieces do not fit," Ruki said. "You are not this type of person, Livestock. What are you leaving out? You should always tell everything to your master, the complete truth."

Yuriko’s mouth dropped open. Of course, Ruki had seen right through her! But there was no way she could talk about Haruko, not after how people had judged them. Yet Ruki’s eyes gazed at Yuriko like he was trying to pierce her with that glance alone. She meandered, knowing she had to say something.

“There was already trouble in school, people didn’t like me… and then Mom went missing, she just left Dad and me. Things got worse; I couldn’t take it…”

The silence between the two deepened as Yuriko’s words lingered in the air. Ruki’s eyes darkened slowly. Was he disappointed in Yuriko too? She knew she had been weak; she should have fought her way through everything but…

“Your mother left you…”

That was all Ruki said. He stood up and held out his hand. With shaking fingers Yuriko took it and let him pull her out of the bed. His palm was as cold as always, yet Yuriko had a strange feeling of warmth. She couldn’t put the puzzle pieces together, not when her head was this mushy.

“You are going to take that bath now, Livestock,” Ruki said. “Can you walk?”

“Umh… I think so, yes.”

Still holding her hand Ruki led Yuriko out of his bedroom. They entered a long hallway with black carpeting and equally black wooden doors, several of them, while the wall was sturdy, white-painted wood. The lighting gave an impression of older times and the whole place had a kind of European atmosphere.

This building must be huge! And Ruki has a limousine too. He truly must be rich. Oh my gosh! I… I’m not worthy… Why is he interested in me at this length? He should go after a girl who is from the same social class, not someone like me… no matter how good my blood is.

“Oi, why are you dozing off? Do you feel dizzy?” Ruki’s question brought Yuriko back to reality but when she failed to answer fast enough, she suddenly found herself in his arms. With fast-paced steps, he carried her through the hallway all the way to a fancy bathroom which was the next place to take her breath away.

Both the walls and the floor were made of black ceramic tiles. While the bathtub wasn’t too big it went perfectly with the style of the room. The huge mirror above two sinks reflected the couple, and Yuriko shifted as she saw her uncommonly pale face with red dots on her cheeks. Undersides of her eyes were darker than usual and her hair sweaty and messy. A sudden shame washed over her when she thought about what she must look like in Ruki’s eyes at the moment. Never should he have seen her like this.

Yet Ruki said nothing about Yuriko’s looks. Instead, he put her down next to the sink and went to fill the bathtub with hot water. A faint scent of lavender raised in the air, making Yuriko inhale deeply as it mixed with Ruki’s personal smell that was becoming rather familiar to her.

“Take off your clothes,” Ruki said without looking at Yuriko. “While you should not stay too long in a bath when you have a fever, the steam will make breathing easier for you and hot water can help with muscle ache.”

Yuriko gasped with the first sentence and all the rest went right past her ears. She tugged her hoodie and glanced at her tiny shorts. It was bad enough that Ruki had seen her like this, there was no way—

Ruki turned around, his eyes darting to Yuriko. With two steps he was right in front of her.

“Hurry up, Livestock, unless you want your master to do it for you.”

“Umh… I… can’t…”

“Do you usually take a bath with your clothes on?”

“Of course not!”

Yuriko’s head started to feel dizzier than before as her cheeks burned. She averted her gaze, finding her toes curling against the tile floor. Her heart bounced uncontrollably and at the same time, her nose went so blocked it became hard to breathe.

Cold fingers brushed Yuriko’s skin when Ruki grabbed her hoodie gently and dragged on side of it down her shoulder in a slow manner.

“This is… embarrassing,” Yuriko mumbled. “I can’t… you can’t…”

“I can and I will if you are not doing it, Livestock. There is nothing you should be embarrassed about when you are with your master. You need to get into that bath before resting more.”

The tone of Ruki’s voice told that there was no arguing with him, yet Yuriko trembled. It wasn’t so long ago Ruki had seen… much, but this was still different. A strange feeling snaked in her stomach as the waves of shame pushed over her.

“Please… don’t look…” Yuriko mumbled as she turned her back on Ruki. Never had she gotten rid of her clothes so fast. Hoodie went down to the floor, and the top and shorts along her undergarments followed. She was in the hot water in seconds, not caring how it tingled her skin and made it red all over with the heat. She buried herself in it all the way to her chin, being grateful for the lavender-scented foam that wafted above the water.

“Good girl,” Ruki said. “Now stay there and wash yourself properly. If you fail, your master will do it.”

“I… I can do it!” Yuriko’s flustered voice echoed from the tile walls.

When Yuriko got up from the bath Ruki had left her with fresh clothes taken from her closet. She had a fuzzy memory of him grabbing whatever from her room before they left the apartment.

My underwear… He touched those and the old ones too. Ehhh… better not think about that too much.

As quickly as possible Yuriko dressed in her skirt and top before wrapping herself in the cardigan, she wore with her school uniform. She shivered as she stepped out of the bathroom to the hallway.

Which way to go? I think I should go back to his room… but all the doors look the same…

There were voices coming from somewhere and curiosity took a hold of Yuriko. She tiptoed in the direction where the speech seemed to come from. The carpet was soft under her feet and muffled most of the sounds, but she still tried to move as quietly as possible, not truly knowing why that felt so important.

“Ya brought a human girl here? Have ya gone mad?! Hah?”

“It’s the same girl whose bag Ruki-kun asked me to get a couple of days ago. I recognize her scent. It was all over her stuff.”

“What the hell, Ruki? Ya told us we ain’t bringing chicks in the house! Ya told me that we have more important tasks than going after meaningless prey!”

“Let’s listen to… what Ruki… has to say…”

“I am sorry for my act—” Ruki’s voice was cut as Yuriko took another step forward. “Wait!”

Yuriko squeaked when suddenly Ruki appeared right in front of her. He took hold of her arm, preventing her to go any further. The touch was gentle but so tight that Yuriko had no way to meander from it.

“Did you enjoy the bath, Livestock?”

“Umh… yes, thank you. I feel much better now…” Yuriko mumbled, wondering what was going on. But she knew it was not her place to ask. Instead, she should hurry home. “I’m grateful for everything you’ve done, Ruki, but I can’t stay.”

“You will stay until you are recovered. I cannot trust you in the hands of that man before I can be sure that you can function on your own again.”

“That man is my father.”

Ruki sighed, running his hand through his messy hair as if Yuriko had said something annoying when she only spoke the truth.

“It is admirable that you respect him and want to go back home but I am not letting you go. You will stay and rest, is that clear?”

Yuriko blinked and swallowed, not knowing what to say. She shifted but didn’t try to free herself from Ruki’s grasp. An image from earlier played through her mind, her father telling her that she couldn’t see Ruki anymore, slapping her cheek because of the bite marks.

It’s not like we are together or anything, but Dad didn’t even ask what happened… He just assumed things. Still, I want to talk to him, yet it can be better if I wait for a moment. But it didn’t sound like Ruki’s family wants me here. What should I do…?

Yuriko opened her mouth but before she could say anything a blond boy from their school appeared in the hallway.

“Fresh out of the bath, M-neko-chan?”

What did he just call me? It’s bad enough that Ruki keeps calling me livestock!

The blond boy walked toward Ruki and Yuriko, leaning towards her and glancing at her with his pale blue eyes. He was very good-looking. It dawned on Yuriko that this was the boy many girls kept whispering about at school. Somehow, he had a rather intimidating aura that made Yuriko want to back off, but she wasn’t going anywhere while Ruki held her arm.

“Hah! Can’t ya see Sow fears ya, Kou?”

The loud voice made Yuriko almost jump. Instinctively she inched closer to Ruki as a young man even taller than him walked into the hallway. His light brown hair was tied in a ponytail, and he smelled like soil. Yuriko didn’t know how she was able to smell that, but it was obvious.

“So… this is the girl… Ruki brought at home…”

Yet a third person appeared in the hallway. He had bandages wrapped around his neck and wrists and there was something in him that instantly made Yuriko worried, not about her own safety but his.

“Kou, Yuma, Azusa,” Ruki said. “This is Yuriko. She will stay with us while she is recovering from her cold. Yuriko, they are my brothers. Do not worry, I will make sure that they will not bother you while you are here.”

“It is nice… to meet you… Yuriko-san,” Azusa said. Maybe he smiled, maybe not but he spoke so slowly that Yuriko almost forgot which words he had started when he reached the end of his sentence.

“Umh… It’s nice to meet you all too,” Yuriko said, quickly bowing but then leaning toward Ruki. Her head felt dizzy again but even with a blocked nose, she could smell something behind everything else. These three had the same scent as Ruki, but it was stronger in them than in him. And for some reason, that scent sent shivers down Yuriko’s spine.

The scent of a vampire, she couldn’t help but think. They all are the same… vampires.

"I will take you to rest now," Ruki said. He loosened his grasp from Yuriko’s arm and held her hand instead, pulling her with him and guiding her back to his room. She followed without a question.

"Umh… so, you have three vampire brothers…" Yuriko found herself saying, realizing how easily the words came. Vampires, kitsune… Her world had gone upside down rather quickly, yet she had small worries like getting through the school year and not angering her father more.

"I did not say they are vampires," Ruki said as he pushed Yuriko to sit on the bed.

"I kind of smelled it…" The words slipped between Yuriko’s lips before she prevented herself. She clapped her hand in front of her mouth, staring at Ruki with wide eyes.

The cold fingers took Yuriko’s wrist, pulling her hand down while others grabbed her chin.

"For a human with a cold, you have a very keen nose, Livestock."

"I've always been like that…" Not this much though. Could it be the same reason why I can speak with Yuuto now? But what was the reason anyway?

"Is that so? That is untypical for a mere human."

"Umh… is it? I'm… sorry…"

I must not say anything more. Yuuto warned me, and now I'm in a big manor with four vampires and no way out…

"Why are you apologizing? No one can change their true nature,” Ruki said as he leaned closer, near to Yuriko’s ear. “The question is what is that true nature of yours? And do not lie to your master.”

“I…”

Unbearable heat covered Yuriko’s face, and her head started to feel dizzier than ever. Even though Ruki was holding her she staggered while sitting on the bed. A cold arm wrapped around her and held her upwards position. The room was going blank in her eyes.

“Such weak livestock…”

Ruki pushed Yuriko down to the bed, covering her with the blanket. A sight left Yuriko’s lips as her temples ached. Ruki brushed her bangs aside and his cold fingers eased the heat on her face a little. Without thinking Yuriko lifted her hand, touching Ruki’s lightly, not wanting him to move away.

“I am only going to take your glasses,” Ruki said and removed her grip. He pulled her glasses away carefully, putting them back on the nightstand. “You should sleep more, Livestock.”

“Your touch…” Yuriko mumbled.

“Hmm? You liked that? You should always be this honest with your master.” Fingers found Yuriko’s cheek again. While she had quite enjoyed the hot bath, this cooling touch pushed the feverish feeling a little further. Yet she couldn’t prevent her eyes from closing as the tiredness took over.

Beta read by @ruki-mukami-dl

#yuriko tsukino #yuriko's story

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Impressive that Magolor can hide from anyone at the castle, the king is a magnet for dark matters and meta knight can smell one a mile away

"I'm pretty good at being secretive." Magolor huffed. "Have you, met them? Are they mean to you?" Beep asked and he tensed up. He, would be truthful, but avoid details. "I… have. And they aren't, fond of me. Well, Meta Knight can be straight up rude to me." The Halcandran elaborated. "Ah… well… I guess he’s not super friendly." She guessed. "Definitely not." He was quick to reply.

"That’s cool you can talk to them, though!" Beep continued, to the other Matter's confusion. "Ah, yeah, I guess so." Magolor compromised, thinking back on how this was brought up. "Also, Meta Knight absolutely can't 'smell one a mile away'. Or at least, I don't do the kinda stuff he associates with Matters. So long as I'm careful, they just think I'm a weirdo." He vented. "I mean, I don’t do a lot of stuff people think I do." She replied, waving it off. "Maybe that’s just a him thing."

He didn't really think so. "Eh, probably picked it up in the war. Either way, it's not as hard as you'd think when you don't look like a Matter." Magolor mused. "Well, yeah. Dedede was pretty cool when I was-" Beep stopped, wondering if she should really continue that thought. "...hiding in Gremlin's head." She finished, the Halcandran's eyes widening. "…you can do that? I mean, of course you can, but without it being obvious?" He prodded.

"Uuuuh…" Beep mumbled, hesitant about how he would take it. "It got obvious, after a lil while but, for the most part it’s not." She answered. "Whoa..! I thought it was always, like, super obvious signs like, suddenly having a big eye or walking like you're being puppeted." Magolor rambled. Judging by the sad look in her eye, he'd hit on a sore spot without thinking. "Er, sorry… I've never tried it, it'd give me away so, I only know stories." He explained, apologetic.

"I, don’t know what would happen if I did it to a normal person but, it doesn’t do much to Rev!" Beep added. Her father nodded, breaking back into the conversation after having been giving his youngest his attention. "Yeah, it's just having a new voice in my head. Though, Beep can have me do something if she wants." Reverie explained. "I can if I want but most of the time I don’t wanna." She piped up. The situation was definitely new to Magolor. "You guys just, do that? And you're fine?" He questioned. "Yup! Being made of magic helps, I think." The Dream Far replied.

Made of magic..? The Halcandran scratched the back of his head, embarrassed. "…um, haha. It occurs to me that I don't actually know, what you are." Magolor confessed. What were angels exactly, anyway? "He’s an anti Gremlin." Beep said. 'He’s dad.' Orbee stated. "I absolutely am!" Reverie chuckled, the other Matter still confused. "...a what?" He tried again. "Grem's a Dream Demon. I'm a Dream Fae. We're made of each other's weakness, essentially." The Dream Fae explained more seriously.

"Oooooh!" Magolor exclaimed, smacking his hands together. He had no idea beings like that existed. "But he’s made of magic, so that’s pretty cool, too." Beep added on, her father smiling. "I sure think so." Reverie agreed. "I have no idea how that works, but it is really cool!" The Halcandran enthusiastically expressed. "Me neither! But he sure is!" She agreed.

#ask #ic #anon #Wiz #Magolor #Beep #Reverie #Orbee

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[ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ] ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏ

summary: i honestly don't even know how i got this idea, but it's literally just toothrottingly sweet fluff. domestic!gojo, domestic!gojo,domestic!gojo trigger warning: none this is pure fluff, no pronouns used note: just testing the waters to see if anyone's interested in jjk fics, also i was today years old when i learned that 'huffy' is a word. words: 2592 i have so many thoughts about this overgrown paintbrush man jujutsu kaisen masterlist

SATORU GOJO HAS BEEN CALLED MANY THINGS BY MANY PEOPLE. The strongest, the honourable one, arrogant idiot (that one was courtesy of Utahime and Nanami), etc.

But he has to admit, the things you call him have to be his favourite. And by now, he can easily tell the difference between the names.

GOJO was the first thing you called him, all the way back in your first year at Jujutsu Tech. Nowadays there's rarely an occurence where you call him that name. But when you do? Oh boy, he knows he's screwed up big time.

"Eh, I don't know, Shoko," You said, using your hand as a cover for you eyes, "I think the first Human Earthworm was better than this one."

The two of you were sitting on the podium next to the basketball court as Gojo and Geto play around.

It was midday at this point and you were already feeling sleepy from the sun shining in through the windows. Eventually, both Geto and Gojo got tired too and walked over to the two of you.

"You guys wanna get some drinks from the vending machines?" Geto asks, grabbing his wallet out of his bag.

You shake your simply shake your head and lean back, laying down on the podium floor, "Nah, I don't wanna get up."

Gojo declines as well and hops onto the podium next to you. "I'm good—bring me a coke though."

"Seriously?" Geto asks annoyedly at his friend, a vein popping on his forehead.

Shoko grins and grabs a pakket of cigarettes before hopping off the stage, "I'll go with you. I need a smoke anyway."

The two share some form of secret glance and grin like maniacs before making their way out the door.

You quickly sit up. "Oh! Suguru, Shoko, get me a coke too!" You shout after them, only getting a thumbs up from Geto as confirmation that he heard you.

"Ah, I'm so tired," You yawn, laying back down as Gojo stares at you, "By the way, Gojo, how'd you mission go? Suguru told me you spent half a day at the infirmary."

You turn to him with curious eyes and he quickly looks away.

"Eh, it was fine," He shrugs, "Suguru's exaggarating—the mission was a breeze, I just didn't have time to buy the cake I wanted."

"Of course that's what you're annoyed about after breaking three ribs," You chuckle as he turns towards you with a smug look on his face, "Don't try to hide it from me. Shoko told me all about how you got your ass handed to you by that special grade."

Gojo let out a another playfull scoff, "Oh please, that's a huge exaggartion."

"Whatever you say, Gojo," You reply with a smile before placing an arm over your eyes again.

A couple of minutes of comfortable silence pass when Gojo decides to speak up again. "By the way, since when are you on a first name basis with Suguru?" He asks, trying to sound as casual as possible.

You turn to him with a surprised look in your face, "Huh?"

"Last I checked you still called him Geto," He replies, using the palm of his hands to lean back, "Did I miss and episode on Y/N' Life?"

"Not really. We've just been friends for almost two years now, I figured it was time to stop calling him Geto," You reply simply, not noticing the annoyed look on his face.

But, Gojo has never been one for beating around the bush anyway so it's fine. "We've known each other for the same amount of time."

You sit up slightly and raise your brows at him teasingly. "Is this a complaint that I don't call Suguru Geto or that I don't call you Satoru."

He's pretty sure that if he hadn't been sitting his knees would've given in right then and there.

"Neither," He huffed haughtily, "I don't care."

You smile at his childish nature before leaning back down, "Okay, sure, whatever. Satoru."

From your position on the stage floor you have a clear view of his red ears as he continues to insist that he doesn't care.

SATORU is for when you're at your wits end with him. Which happens quite often. You call him that in that exasperated tone with your hands on your hips and he knows he's in for a huffy lecture. He'd never admit it to you (he knows better than to do that) but sometimes he likes to do something stupid just for the sake of hearing you say his full name.

"Babe," You call out from the kitchen, head stuck in the fridge as you try to find a specific thing. Finally, you give up and let out a sigh walking into the living room.

Satoru sits on the sofa, legs widespread as he surfs through the channels on the flatscreen hung parallel to the him.

You hang in the doorway next to the TV, "Babe, do you happen to know what happened to that cupcake Utahime gave me yesterday?"

"What cupcake?" He asks, feigning ignorance as he kept staring the TV. "Maybe Megumi ate it."

The blue-haired boy sat at the dining table not far from the sofa looks up from his homework. "Don't drag me into this."

"Well than maybe, Tsumiki—" He starts but you're quick to cut him off, "Tsumiki is allergic to strawberries, I know it wasn't her."

You're standing in front him with your arms crossed now, brows raised as you stare down at him.

Satoru just gives you a dopey grin as he looks up at you. "Well then I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I really have no clue what happened to the cupcakes Utahime brought you."

"Really? You have no idea?" You ask again, "Are you completely sure about that, Satoru?"

"Mhm, yep, not a clue," He replied, "But hey, why don't you forget about the cupcakes and come sit down—this is the best part of the movie."

You roll your eyes, "Satoru, if you ate my cupcakes just admit it."

The white-haired man continued the innocent charade as he patted the seat next to him. "Don't know what your talking about, babe." He puts his arm on the back of the sofa so that you can snuggle up next to him.

Finally, you roll your eyes and sit down, placing your head on his shoulder. Satoru smiles victoriously as his arm moves from the back of the sofa to your shoulder.

The victory is short, however.

About halfway through the movie through the movie, Tsumiki walks into the living room. "Hey, Gojo, do you have any more of those cupcakes you were eating this morning?"

Uh oh.

You turn to your boyfriend with a raised brow as he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Well the thing is..." He trails off, trying to come up with an excuse. You just sigh and return to your previous postion of cuddling into his side, "What am I gonna do with you, Satoru?"

'TORU is one of his favourite nicknames. For the sole reason that he's the only one that gets to hear you say it. That one is reserved for those lazy sunday mornings where you're still half asleep and cuddling and neither of you want to get out of bed.

The sun shone through the window as the curtains of your bedroom fluttered along with the soft summer breeze.

The ticklish feeling of soft kisses being placed on the nape of your neck stirrs you out of your sleep.

"Hmm, morning," You hum, smiling as you turn towards Satoru, who is wide awake at this point.

He pulls you closer until you face is buried in his chest, and tangles his legs in yours. "Morning, beautiful," He replies, in that low morning voice that makes your heart skip a beat.

The moment of peace is short, though, because not soon after the white-haired man jumps up. "C'mon get up, we should get coffee from that new place down the street."

You groan and pull the covers that had fallen off of you pack up to you.

"Aw, Y/N, get up," Satoru whined shaking you a little.

You just groand and grab his shirt to pull him back down. "Shut up, 'Toru," You mumble, "I'm tired, 's too early for this."

A small laugh reverbrates through his chest as he grins down at the sight of your grumpy face and messy hair.

"But it's to 10 o'clock?"

"On a sunday morning."

"So?"

"So, 's too early."

"That makes no sense." You groan and shuffle closer to him, if that's even possible. "D'you really wanna chose right now to be logical, 'Toru?"

Another loud laugh resonates through your room as Satoru finally gives in and lays back down next to you.

One arm slung over you waist and legs tangled into yours as his wolfish grin turns into a soft smile, he says softly, "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, 'Toru."

BABE is a pretty basic nickname and he knows it, but Gojo loves it anyway. Especially whenever he remembers the first time you called him that and he almost had a heart attack from cuteness overload.

You skip ahead of Gojo as the two of you make your way through the night market.

The sound of people laughing and kids running as they played was enough to put you in a cheerful mood—and the added fact that you were on a date with Gojo just made it all that much better.

The many stalls lit the area around you as you happily looked around with a wide smile on your face. Satoru following behind you like a good boyfriend.

In the few hours that you'd been here you'd almost tripped over your kimono three times and each time your boyfriend had laughed his ass off.

"It's not funny," You groan, red blush coating your cheeks as you pull yourself out of his arms. He's saved you from the embarassement of falling flat on your face four times now.

Satoru shakes his head as he tries to muffles his laughter.

It was funny to him though.

I mean, this guy had seen you efficiently and ruthlessly taken out a special grade curse without fumbling even once, but here you were tripping over your own feet.

Plus, he got a little bit of an ego boost everytime he managed to catch you in his arms.

You dust yourself off as you turn away in a—failure of an—attempt to hide your embarrassed blush.

"You're so cute," Gojo laughs as he pinched your cheeks, which only made you go even more red.

Thankfully you see a ice-cream stall not to far from your position and quickly change the subject.

"Satoru, c'mon—" You grab his hand and start walking towards the stall— "I want some ice-cream."

He smiled and followed you, continuing to tease you as you stand in line. Which is very long by the way.

Eventually you manage to get some ice-cream. And hey you got two scoops just because you stood in that line for so long.

The two of you make your way to the docks hand-in-hand for the fireworks show which has already started.

Staring up at the dark night sky as it's filled with bright, beautiful colours you don't notice the small chip in the wood of the dock.

Your shoe gets stuck in the small hole, making you fall over.

Thankfully, Satoru manages to grab you by the waist and pull you into his chest. You don't have time to thank him though as you stare at the depressing sight in front of you.

One of the scoops of your ice-cream had flown away and landed a couple feet away from you.

"Why me, God, why me?" You whine as you stare at the fallen ice-cream.

Gojo—who still has a hand wrapped around you waist—starts laughing loudly, burying his face in the nape of you neck to muffle the sound.

You groan as he continous to laugh. Finally he manages to straighten up and wipes away a stray tear form his eye.

You stand in front of him, arms crossed and an adorable pout on your face as you mumble, "It's not funny, babe."

And in that moment—as the fireworks light your annoyed face—Satoru Gojo knows he's a goner.

HONEY. Of course I've saved the best for last. If he had to pick, Satoru would say that this is his favourite nickname. Again, it's a simple one, nothing creative or out there but that's exactly why he loves. It sounds so simple and domestic that it makes a warm fuzzy feeling rise in his chest every time.

Gojo is tired. Really tired.

He searched his pockets and finally manages to fumble out the keys to the apartement.

As soon as he enters it, he drops his dufflebag on the floor and lets out a loud groan.

"I'm home!" He announces, stretching. This mission took way more out of him than he'd expected.

The house is surprisingly quiet, nothing but the sound of your footsteps echo-ing through the halls.

You round the corner of the kitchen and run towards him, knicking him back a little as he catches you in his arms.

"Hey, honey, how was the mission?" You ask, arms wrapped around his neck as you look up him.

He smiles down at you and places a chaste kiss on your forehead. "Boring—didn't even take me ten minutes to exorcise that curse," He brags in the same boisterous tone as always.

You pretend to not notice the tiredness in the way his entire body is leaning into you. For now, alteast.

"Yeah?" You kiss him again, "Well, you need to be quicker next time—I got bored waiting for you so I decided to bake and now our entire kitchen is a disaster."

He laughed as you both walked into the kitchen, eyeing the frilly kitchen apron that said 'Kiss The Chef'.

Well, it used to say that. A couple days ago Tsumiki had used a needle and some yarn to sew it so that it said: 'Do Not Kiss The Chef (Unless You're Satoru Gojo.)'

Of course, the white-haired male had complained about the fact that he couldn't kiss himself.

Megumi had retorted that Gojo wasn't allowed in the kitche anyway. (You set fire to the kitchen while trying to make tea one time...)

Satoru smiled as he rounded the counter and placed a kiss on the top of you head.

"Oh, by the way," You remember as you tell him about your day's events, "I need you to talk to Megumi's teacher again—apparantly he got in another fight."

"Did he win?" Satoru asks, pulling a slightly. You frown as you playfully shove him, "And then you ask why I told the school I was the kids' primary guardian."

The kids.

Something about that phrase warmed his heart, washing away the coldness he'd felt as residue of his mission.

He kissed you again. "I'll go tomorrow," He smiled, wrapping an arm around your waist. You smiled at the action, raising your hand to run a hand through his hair—wedding ring glinting in the kitchen light.

"Thanks, honey—" You tip-toe to kiss him— "I love you."

Satoru pulled you as close as humanly possible. Taking in the peace of the moment, the peace he was feeling right now. "I love you too, Y/N."

#satoru gojo #satoru gojo fanfiction #satoru gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #satoru gojo headcanons #satoru gojo x reader fluff #jujutsu kaisen

[fischltao]

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AOT SQUIRTING HEADCANONS

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request by: @multi-fandoms-stuff

"can I pretty request an imagine for aot eren, erwin, levi, connie, armin, jean, reiner, bertolt, ymir, and mikasa about them making there s/o squirt for the first time and there reaction, have the reader get all shy and trys to hide her face??"

notes: ahhh thank you so much for requesting, again im very sorry for the delay and late update, im back on writing now!

warnings: smut, squirting, overstimulation, bodily fluids

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Eren Jeager:

You and Eren have got it going on for a few hours with him and his titan stamina plunging into you without letting you rest for a minute. You haven't even kept track of how long it's been or how many times he's made you cum that night, only focusing on his cock stretching you open and the way he is holding your throat. It's not long until your next orgasm arrives but oh, this time it feels different and suddenly you're squirting all over him and his cock as he keeps fucking you deeper and harder.

"Eren, I need to clean up, Im so sorry I didn't know this would happen, oh my-" You wail while pushing your hands over your face but instead of him stopping he just snaps his hips against yours harder and says:

"No. You're doing it again" Needless to say, you do, indeed.

Erwin Smith:

On your break you had snuck inside Erwin's office to steal a couple of kisses which soon ended up with you laying on the table all over his paperwork and him taking out his emotions on your poor pussy, to the point where you swear someone's going to walk in with a noise complain- not just due to your loud moans- but also due to the fact that his unsteady table is repeatedly creaking on the wooden floor.

"Erwin, I'm so close, Erwin I-ERWIN" You scream as you realize what is actually happening and not being able to hold it in. Both of you are freaking the fuck out. On any other situation he would find this really hot and treat you so good for squirting on him but you just came all over important papers which needed to be delivered awfully soon and neither has zero idea of what the hell you're supposed to do now. You freaking out must have been even louder than your sex noises and now you're adamant that everyone heard.

This was a different walk of shame

Levi Ackerman:

He had just changed the sheets to your shared bedroom when you walked in half naked after your shower, instantly igniting something inside him. The past few weeks had been really tiring for both and the only way to take your exhaustion away was having you bounce on his cock until you were in tears and shaking.

"You're gonna cum baby? I'm so fucking close too" He whispered in your ear like a lullaby in-between heavy breaths as he moved your hair out of your face and locked his eyes with yours. His movements were so gentle and passionate until you both grew desperate for your release and soon he was guiding your hips faster and sloppier while smacking your ass. It wasn't long until you started shaking while he filled you up. After you both came down from your highs you gained awareness of your surroundings and immediately shrunk to yourself.

"What are you hiding away for?"

"You just changed the sheets"

"I can always put another ones" He said awkwardly as you tried to shift away from his lap, when he pulled you right back in "It would be a shame if i changed them while they're only this wet. We might as well just ruin them completely"

Connie Springer:

Sasha and Jean were sleeping on the couch next to you after a nice dinner and Connie was feeling really turned on, right from the start of the night when you felt his fingers creeping up inside your panties and circling over your clit before teasing their way inside.

"Can we at least go somewhere isolated? I feel bad for-" You choked trying not to make a sound as his finger where now dipping in and out of your cunt in a desperate need of feeling your walls clench around them "Connie-"

"It's too comfy here, try to be more quiet baby" He whispered back as he lifted your skirt and pushed his tip inside not letting it all in but rather slipping it in and then pulling out and rubbing on your clit until you felt yourself cumming. Hard.

You were trying so hard to not make a noise until you realized what actually happened and turned around to look at your boyfriend in shock with heat rising up your cheeks. This cheeky motherfucker was looking back at you with the biggest smirk before plunging his entire length inside. Definitely proud of himself... And you definetely have to clean up before a) Jean and/or Sasha wake up b) Captain Levi haunts your dreams.

Jean Kirschstein:

Jean and you had been sent on different expenditions for the week so it was safe to say that you really missed spending time with each other. And him inside you.

Once he closes his room's door he already has you pushed against the wall and taking you right there while standing up. Jean is the romantic type but missing you made him desperate for your touch. You were sure you were seeing stars at one point, the way he pressed against you was magnificent and it just kept getting better and better until you felt the bubble inside you burst and soon your juices were everywhere on the floor. Everywhere.

You instantly felt like hiding away and audibly apologized while he still fucked the shit out of you. Confused he started slowing down and voiced his concern over your sudden apology until he realized what went down and blushed. 'Thats it, its over' you thought. Suddenly the most unexpected thing happened. A huge smile crept on his face "I made you squirt! Oh my god you look so hot, I bet Eren would never be able to make a girl sq-" He exclaimed before you kicked his leg.

Armin Arlet:

Armin is such a sweet young man. He had you laid on the bed for him as he slowly fucked into you, gasping in between kisses and telling you just how much he loves you. Gaining more confidence in yourself your moans became louder and louder and soon his pace changed into sharp and quick thrusts.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train and cherished the way he was the one to make you scream and breathe like that. He felt so blessed that you chose him as the man to have inside your velvet walls and-

Why is the bed wet? Did the rain get through the wooden roof? Why are you trying to hide away? Armin genuinely had no clue.

"Is everything okay baby? Do you feel uncomfortable with the waters?" He asked as more color rose up to your cheeks, refusing to look in his eyes as you awkwardly tried to explain what had happened was not a leak in the roof "What did you say?"

"I squirted"

"Oh"

"Yes"

"This is way more exciting than a leaking roof...Way more"

Reiner Braun:

Reiner is an emotional man and it shows when you get intimate with each other. One time he has you on all fours, with a finger deep in your asshole as he rails your guts.

"Noone else can fuck you like that fuck- what is it baby, is there anyone else that will fuck you this good? Have you crying from their cock? Use your words princess come on" He gasped as his own tears were threatening to fall, seeking emotional validation as well as pleasure as you tried to form a coherent sentence while sobbing "Didn't think so darling, you're such a whore for me"

And in the heat of the moment the offspring of his actions and words erupted from your throat as a loud scream and your juices squirted all over his lap for the first time. The sighting made Reiner cum in an instant and neither had the energy to talk about it, until he embraced you tightly from behind and thanked you for allowing him to be with you and sharing your most vulnerable moment with him.

Berthold Hoover:

His cock felt so good as you bounced on it . In a way it was therapeutic and for the past 7 minutes you've been in this position you've felt constantly on the edge and your thighs burned until sweet release washed you over and soon you were clasping poor Bert's shoulders as you screamed and squirted all over him while he pulled his dick out of your spent pussy and slapped its head on your clit as he watched more liquid come out.

After your orgasm died down a little, instant shame washed over you and you tried hopping away before he hugged you tightly and swayed you without realizing that hes accidentally rubbing you on his cock again and that you are about to pass out....

Ymir:

Ymir is a big tease. A really big one. Proof being her refusing to finally push her fingers inside your soaked slit, instead choosing to just rub up and down while slipping half an inch inside before you grew desperate and moved your own fingers to your clit and rubbing vigorously.

"Fuck" You heard her exclaim before plunging two of her fingers inside "Don't stop touching yourself baby, wanna make you cum like that" She commanded as her fingers dove in and out as fast as she could while you screamed under her touch. Your orgasm came fast and before you knew it, Ymir was soaking wet with your juices . "Never knew my girl could squirt, makes me wish I ate you out instead" She says before diving in.

Mikasa Ackerman:

It was a quiet night with Mika as you laid on your bed next to each other. Your conversation ended with your fingers in her pussy and hers in yours. Both struggled with the pace as you chased your release and her moans in your ear caused you to lose control and instantly let go and clench around her fingers as clear liquid soaked the sheets right beneath you and she turned her head to look at you in awe.

"I'm so sorry Mikasa I didn't know this would-"

"Do you think I can do this too?" She asked with flushed cheeks and an innocent look on her face.

"Eh? Squirt?" You asked and before she had the chance to nod you took out the dildo from your drawer and plunged it deep into her dripping pussy.

#erwin smith #eren jeager #levi ackerman #armin arlet #jean kirstein #connie springer #berthold hoover #reiner braun #ymir #mikasa #erwin smith x reader #eren jeager x reader #levi x reader #jean x reader #connie x reader #armin arlet x reader #ymir x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #aot #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyoujin #aot x reader #snk x reader #smut #aot smut #aot headcanons #eren smut #levi smut

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Late nights

18+

Deadly class: Marcus Lopez Arguello x male reader smut

Honestly we need more imagines/smuts on marcus

(3rd person) It came as a surprise to Marcus, to find out about his feelings towards (y/n). His best friend. He was even more confused about the fact that he gained feelings for a boy, I mean he did questions himself about being Bi. But never actually expected that to be 100% true.

It all started when he walked in the shower room to shower, and (y/n) was there having a shower too. He couldn't do anything but stare at him. He felt thing he didn't even feel when with Maria or Saya. He was snapped out of his thoughts when the water stopped.

Before he had the time to turn and sprint away, (y/n) had already looked towards his way while wrapping a towel around his waist.

"Hi" (y/n) had kindly said.

It was quiet from Marcus' side, it worried (y/n). But then suddenly marcus turned around and quickly walked away, leaving (y/n) even more confused.

That awkward moment will forever haunt Marcus' mind.

(Marcus POV) Why did my life have to turn out like this !? I can't even get one fucking calm evening. My eyes were barely even staying open from all the pain. Yes, I got into another fight.

Blood was dripping from my palm where it was cut with a dagger, bruises on my face.

While on my way to my room, I stumble across (y/n)'s room. Every awkward moment I've recently experienced slowly taunting my mind. Maybe I should tell him ?

I stood there thinking about it for at least 10 minutes before I gained the courage to knock on his door.

Finally the door opens to show a very tired (y/n). When he looked at me closely his face turned to one of concern, before dragging me in and pushing me onto his bed.

He was quick to take out some bandages and antiseptic from his drawer.

"Where's you're roommate ?" I casually asked.

"Eh he went missing. No ones got a clue, and neither does someone care" (y/n) had said while starting to disinfect the cut on my palm. I was mostly trying to hide the fact that it hurt but some hisses of pain did get out.

(Y/n's POV)

This wasn't the first time Marcus decided to randomly arrive knocking at my room door. Usually it was for comfort after a nightmare or something like that. But today he was in terrible terrible shape.

I had quickly disinfected the wound on his palm, I could clearly feel him shaking from the pain but there was nothing else I could do now.

It was 5 minutes later now, we were sitting in silence. There wasn't much to talk about that late at night, when the only thing you wanted to do was sleep. But I fought the urge, just in case Marcus needs something.

"Thank you" suddenly Marcus said. I looked at him confused for a moment. "Thank you for being here, I'd honestly be lost without you".

Since then we started having these nightly visits every evening.

(A while later) (3rd person POV)

It was a shock to the group when they found out that Marcus may have a crush on someone else other than Maria or Saya.

They kept pestering him 24/7. Wanting to find out who it is. But Marcus wouldn't give the answers. He wouldn't dare, just in case.

But the weird little group of friends still find out who it was. And it really wasn't a shock. Seeing how the moment they met each other they bonded, they were practically bound to the hip.

Since they found out, they made it they're mission to get them together. They may fail, but they may also succeed.

(Honestly let's just skip to where the smut starts, cause I know we are all too impatient for this)

As (y/n) gets shoved against his rooms wall, Marcus starts lowering down his neck, biting hard on his collarbone. All making (y/n) moan like crazy.

In one swift move Marcus pushed (y/n) into his knees. Making (y/n) look up at him with innocent eyes.

Marcus just smirked and started undoing his belt. (Y/n) was quick to help undoing his belt and pushing his pants down.

Spots of pre-cum was already oozing and staining his boxers. (Y/n) removed the underwear, only for his big dick to spring up, hitting his belly. It was pure bliss to (y/n)'a eyes.

"Come on darling" Marcus' voice snapped him out of his tranz. (Y/n) started with slow strokes, light strokes to his whole length. That made more pre-cum ooze out of his tip. Taking the tip in his mouth, (y/n) getting a taste of the pre-cum.

Marcus couldn't wait any longer, so he took ahold of (y/n)'a hair slowly pushing his dick more into his mouth.

Half way on and (y/n) was already gagging. He never expected him to be this big. Oh but it was heavenly. He was held there for a few seconds, before being pulled back for air. Not even a second later his head was pushed onto Marcus' cock, but this time completely in, until his nose was buried in his pubic hair. Saliva was dripping around his cock, and down (y/n)'s chin, before being pulled back again.

"If you knew how much I've waited for this, I would have done this before but I was scared you would leave my side for this" Marcus said, while dragging his fingers down (y/n)'s cheek.

Marcus took a hold of (y/n)'s hair and pulling him up. (Y/n) released a whimper. Gently, Marcus pushed him on the bed.

"Oh but look at you sweetheart, needing this just as much as me" Marcus whispered, while kissing his jaw.

Marcus' hands started to travel downwards, towards the hem of (y/n)'s shirt.

(Y/n)'s POV)

Marcus slowly took my shirt off, putting his hands on my stomach. It was cold due to his rings, and honestly it was turning me on even more. My erection was becoming very painful from not having any attention.

But Marcus was quick to undo that, by putting his hand down my shorts, giving my cock the much needed touch. But that didn't last long, he turned me onto my stomach and pushed my shorts off.

Everything was quiet as Marcus looked at my rear side. My pre-cum leaking onto the bed sheets. Marcus put his hands on both of the cheeks before sliding his hands up, along my sides.

Not soon after I could feel the tip of his cock pushing at my entrance. The pressure on it already made my whine, begging to just do it.

So he did it, Marcus pushed half of himself. A gasp left my mouth, i never expect to be in this position. It's everything I've been dreaming about ever since he arrived here.

Marcus pushed the rest of himself and then stayed still, letting me get used to it. Wasn't long before I started rocking my hips needing some movement. And Marcus gladly gave it.

It started with slow thrusts, but slowly started to speed up. His hands were pinching my nipples, leaving me in pure pleasure.

My eyes shot open when he hit the good spot. My hands very shaking so badly I could barely keep myself up.

Marcus' back touched my back as he rammed into me at full speed.

The room was filled with moans and groans, I'm pretty sure anyone that was sneaking around could hear everything going on.

We were both coming close to our climaxes. Marcus was giving me light kisses on my neck, some not so light (leaving marks all over the place).

Few thrusts and that's all it takes for me to reach my high. Loud gasps left my mouse as Marcus rode out my orgasm. Cum all over the bed sheets.

'That's gonna be a mess to clean up'

Not too long after Marcus reached his.

Everything was still as we tried to catch our breaths. Marcus was slowly rubbing my sides.

Neither of us expected this to happen, but oh we were both happy.

(The next morning) (3rd person POV)

(Y/n) just got ready to go eat breakfast. And no matter how amazing last night was, the painful ache that he woke up to this morning was terrible.

When he arrived in the eating area (forgot what they were called), he looked around for his little group of rats. Seeing them he walked towards the table. Sitting down, he felt pain run from his ass. Making a face of pain the others look at him confused.

"Are you alright ?" Billy asked. Everyone waited for a answer but (y/n) didn't give one single answer.

But then Marcus sat down, smirking.

"What did I miss ?" He casually asked.

Oh it was certain that Marcus and (y/n) are gonna have more frequent nights like these.

#marcus lopez arguello #marcus arguello #deadly class #smut #fiction #imagines #writer block #gay #x reader #x male reader #deadly class x male reader #marcus lopez arguello x male reader #marcus arguello smut #lovely #bisexaul

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Blueberries & Ballrooms

[k.mikaelson × reader]

summary: sequel to rules of gambling or in which reader goes back to mystic falls to attend a ball and the smell of blueberries is more persistent than anything else.

pairing: kol mikaelson × fem!vampire!reader

w.c: 4.5K

warnings/content: angst; there's an existential crises happening in one of the timelines; mentions of murdering, stabbing and stuff; less arrogance (?); bit of fluff and teasing; making out; mentions of katherine pierce x reader (platonic); mentions of stefan salvatore x reader (purely platonic); the mikaelsons make an appearence; brief rebekah mikaelson x reader; heartbreak; can this be considered a slow burn?

A/N: part 2 of the previous request made by the beautiful @kyn-lyn-blog.

hope you enjoy the ending, I loved writing this :)

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19th century, year 1866 — Mystic Falls, USA.

“Hello, darling.”

Using speed wasn't enough to get away from him. He was older and faster after all.

“Tsc tsc,” Kol drawled, caressing the skin of her neck softly as if preparing an animal for its slaughter. “I have to say, you are a hard one to find.”

Y/N gulped, adverting her eyes elsewhere. She was scared. There's no way in denying that. Is this how she was going to die? What a pathetic death.

“Won't you ask how I escaped?” Kol inquired, studying her face.

“I think I have an idea.” Y/N croaked out.

He let go of her neck, tilting his head, “Do you?”

Y/N let out a shale breath, “Look, if you're going to kill me just get it over with, alright?”

A smirk widened his lips, “Oh, but why would I do that?”

Y/N gave him a once over, stopping in his face almost in disbelief.

“What?”

“I don't want to kill you.” She frowned, “Yet.” She scoffed.

“Then, why the hell have you been on my leash for forty years? Fun?” By his expression, she could see it was exactly that. And that made her blood boil. She had been a piece of entertainment for this guy? While she had been scared out of her mind?!

“What can I say...” Kol mutters slowly, surveying the room in complete boredom. “It hurt when you stabbed me, you know?”

“I'm sure you've gone through worse.” She mocked in a whisper and as a wave of wind he was right back in the previous position, holding her neck. “You just said you didn't want to kill me!”

“I might change my mind with that attitude.”

“What do you want, Kol?”

He stood quiet for a moment. Y/N waited anxiously.

“Company.” He cleaned his throat, “I heard you know Florence well, and since I did not enjoy it as much as I would like the last time... What's with the face?”

“I don't have a face.”

“You do have a face.”

Groaning, Y/N rolled her shoulders back, forcing herself to relax.

“Are you blackmailing me in keeping you company, Kol?”

“Yes.” His eyes focused on something behind her but quickly went back to her. A smirk grew when her breath hitched as he stepped closer. “What do you say?”

“If I- if I do that...” She stammered, pursuing her lips for they had gotten dry pretty fast. The reason was unknown to her. Kol traced the side of her cheek with his pointer finger, and then, he pecked the spot.

“Meet me at the town's center tomorrow at four in the morning.” He whispered in her ear, sending shivers down her body. She didn't move.

When she blinked, he was gone. The curtains in her window dancing.

She didn't move. Not because she was scared. But because she wanted more. More of him. Maybe, more of anyone. And she would be right back in Florence so was there anything to lose?

Perhaps, her life.

Eh, at least she'd die in the city of her dreams.

19th century, year 1870 — Florence, Italy.

FOUR YEARS LATER

Kol Mikaelson seemed to also be running from someone. That someone being his brother. He did not tell her why and neither did she want to know. The less she knew about his family, the better. Y/N's last desire was to be in the line of fire of the Mikaelsons. Despite trying to kill one a while ago.

“Another one?” Kol uttered by her side. He could hear her swinging the shot and swallowing. A pretty loud swallowing, by the way. It bothered him.

"What do you think makes me handle you?"

"My ravishing looks," He said distractedly. His interest spiked in a certain brunette a few feet away from them.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N mentioned for one more to the bartender, that had been trying to give her water instead of tequila for the past thirty minutes.

When Kol left the seat beside her, she took that as a chance to get out of that bar after paying for her drinks.

In four years of knowing him, she had her limits. He also had his. It was an even agreement. Sometimes they needed space; going on a killing spree, or simply yelling at each other. The last one was usually her.

It had never been a threatening situation for Y/N. Which is why she never decided to leave. He never meant to kill or even hurt her, otherwise, he would've done it. God knew how many chances he's had.

In four years of really knowing Kol Mikaelson, an Original vampire that would snap the neck of anyone that looked at him differently, she had not once feared him. Beforehand, yes. She had tried to end his life after all.

The issue was that a question bothered her mind nonstop. Why was she still there? By his side? If she was free all along, why was she still there?

Her feet reached a cliff that gave to the Tennessee River; the pleasant breeze from the wind slapping her face as soon as she stepped closer to sit down.

Sometimes, she wished to be human. Rare times. Humans had an expiration date, they had a clock ticking down that pointed to the ending. Vampires didn't. Well, it is only fair to live forever to remember all the atrocities you did, isn't it?

Immortality had an upside-down shared with humans: the questions were almost never answered.

She squirmed when something was pressed against her shoulders, but quickly relaxed once the familiar smell reached her nose. Sandalwood with a hint of blueberries.

The blueberries part always confused her. She never saw Kol eating the fruits, yet the faint smell of blueberries stayed on him.

"Why did you leave?"

"Because you had company."

She heard him scoff. "Is it jealously I see?"

Y/N frowned but the blush in her cheeks called out on her.

"Of you? Right." Protested Y/N, drifting her attention back to the river. "The agreement was to keep you company not watch your terrible flirting skills."

Kol chuckled, throwing his head back.

"Touché, darling."

She inserted her arms inside the jacket he had covered her with after a while, it was getting chilly.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked, spreading out his legs and closing his eyes. Her eyes traveled through his frame as if analyzing him.

“That everything I've ever done now it's worth nothing to me.”

A heavy silence set in-between them. The whisper of the wind and birds chips in the background being the only sound.

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.”

Kol turned his neck to look at her profile. “Why is that?”

“Well, I've never done anything that made me feel exhilarated.” She said with a shrug, “My last job was literally killing people. I've always been alone.” She cringed when she realized that it all must've sounded too dramatic. “I don't know why am I even on this. Just forget it.”

“No,” He scooted over to be closer to her. Y/N watched him warily. Kol raised an eyebrow because of the look. “What? I want to hear more.”

“Are you really that bored?”

“Yes. Now, go on.” Kol has his full attention on her now. His body language revealed he was actually interested.

Y/N pressed her lips together, doubtful.

“What was your childhood like?” He blurted out when she took too long to reply. Y/N opened and closed her mouth like a fish at least five times. His eyes softened. “You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.”

“I- It's just,” She stammered, forehead creasing. Nobody cared before. Why would you? “There isn't much to say.”

Kol nodded, drinking on her features like he used to do when she wasn't noticing.

“I had some fun times. With my brothers, especially.” That made her look at him in surprise. “We used to play around in a village. Sword fighting was their favorite activity, of course. Mine was a tad different.”

When he didn't carry on, she kicked his shoe that was closer to hers. He eyed her, “What?”

“Why was it different? What did you do?” She was promoted eagerly. He chuckled, nudging her back, this time with his elbow.

“My mother was a witch. So, she thought me a few things. That was always what I was more inclined to: magic.” A glint sparkled in her eyes but he couldn't pinpoint why. Excitement, maybe?

“I thought a vampire couldn't do magic,” Y/N retorts.

“We can't. But we were humans once.” Kol smiled when her eyes widened as if this had been the most amazing fact she had ever heard in her entire life. “I was pretty good back then.”

“That's so cool, Kol.” Y/N praised him. “Do you miss it? Doing magic?”

His gaze soon turned gloomy, and she realized she asked a stupid question.

“All the time.”

“I'm sorry.” Her fingers grazed his, almost touching but not quite. She pondered for a minute, deciding to also share a part of her. It was only fair if he had done it too. “I didn't have a great childhood.” Kol looked up at her, “My dad raised me on his own because my mother ran away... And, well. The only thing I remember of him is the awful smell of alcohol in his breath.”

He frowned, “I'm sorry.”

“It's alright.” She shrugged, resting her cheek against her knees that were squeezed together being held by her arms. “It was a long time ago.”

“But it feels like yesterday, doesn't it?” Their gaze locked and instantly both knew the answer. Trauma never really stops hurting and you never forget all of it. “What you said about not doing anything exhilarating,” He changed the subject swiftly. Y/N smiled thankfully at that. “What about painting? Your art is unique. Do you feel nothing while painting?

The truth was, she hadn't even thought about art.

Tilting her head to the side as she thought it over, Y/N nodded in contemplation. “Painting is more of a therapeutic hobby if anything. Helps me on letting out frustration, you know?” Kol hums, “But I do feel something. Peace, I think.”

“Must be nice. To feel at peace.”

Y/N stared at him, “Yeah.” Kol smirked when she didn't turn away like she usually did.

“What?”

He raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Nothing.”

“You have a face.”

“Oh, I do not have a face, love.”

“You do!”

And then, Kol laughed. He laughed. Y/N could swear her heart had stopped for a moment at the sound. His dimples appear even more along with the crinkles on his eyes.

“What?” He asked, brushing a stray strand of hair that had fallen on her eyelash. “Did I make another face?” he mused.

“You're pretty when you laugh.”

It just got out. She didn't even notice it until the bomb was dropped. The area of her neck and up was on fire due to the shame.

“Pretty?” Kol croaked out and Y/N must've been seeing things because what else would explain the slightly rosed cheeks? Cold? Yeah, probably the cold.

“Men can be pretty, too. We're in the nineteenth century.” Y/N said blankly.

Kol studied her for a while; something mesmerized him. Perhaps, the whole deal. Her snarky remarks, strong and definitely difficult personality, the way her eyes betrayed her completely... Y/N could disguise anything, but not her eyes. They truly carried her soul.

It didn't take long for their breath to mix due to their proximity. Kol's fingers grazed her cheek, so softly that it was almost like he thought that she was made out of glass. Y/N let out a shaky breath in response, bothered with a burning feeling inside her chest.

“You are beautiful.” He pledged, pecking her lips as his hands reached the back of her neck. When she closed her eyes, she let the fire in. And he understood for he finally closed the gap between them.

That was the last sentence she heard of Kol before he disappeared.

21th century, year 2010 — Mystic Falls, USA.

It was a euphemism to say that Mystic Falls had changed while she was away. It was a whole new town. Y/N surveyed her surroundings taking hesitant steps forward. The last time she was here everything was so dull, now what isn't colorful in these streets?

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

Whirling around, Y/N's shoulders relaxed and a smile grew on her lips.

“Stefan Salvatore. Seems like you never leave this city after all.” Y/N accepts his open arms, hugging his waist.

“Yeah, yeah. Can't say the same to you.” Stefan mused, hands-on his front pockets as he lead the way that Y/N had no idea where. “Last time I saw you was over a century ago.”

Y/N nodded, watching cars passing by. It is not like she missed being here anyway.

“They called you here, didn't they?”

Her head snapped towards him, “What?”

“The Mikaelsons? Weren't they the ones that called you here?”

Right. That is why she came. Elijah Mikaelson invited her to a damn ball over the poshest letter she had ever been gifted with. How did he know her address? She'd never know. She didn't want to know. Y/N's only desire was to figure out what exactly these vampires wanted with her so she could get the hell out of there and go back home.

“Elijah,” Y/N twisted her lips, “They're hosting a ball or something?”

A smirk quickly made its way to his features, “They are. A bit dramatic, don't you think?”

“A bit?!” Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes. Stefan snickered beside her. “You know I'm just following you, right? I have no idea where to go since I arrived here.”

Stefan nudged her shoulder softly, “I was told to take you to the Mikaelson Manor... But I thought you'd rather stay at my place. If you want, of course.”

“You were told?” Y/N raised an eyebrow at him. “Are you and Klaus best friends and I didn't know about it?”

Stefan huffed, “Sure. You could say that. They also sent you a gift that was delivered to my house. It's already in the guest bedroom at your await.”

Y/N noticed the Salvatore Manor a few steps away from them. You just had to cross the street.

“Guest bedroom?” She smiled sideways as they walked closer to the dark and gloomy house. “So you already knew I'd say yes to stay at your place and not at the Mikaelson's?”

“You were running away from them in 1866,” Stefan replied, checking her features for any indication of reaction. There was none, but she didn't look at him. “I figured you would want to be somewhere you didn't feel the need to corner from.”

Not quite running away anymore, am I? Not since 1866.

“Wanna tell me the feud between you and the Mikaelsons?”

There isn't one.

“No.” Y/N adverted, eyeing the entrance of the house. Why was it so damn dark? To match Stefan's mood? “That is my business.”

“I figure you'd say that.”

“Are you going with the doppelganger tonight?” Y/N deadpanned, following him upstairs where her room must be.

They stopped in front of a door and Stefan opened it and sighed, “Her name is Elena.”

“I don't care,” Y/N sat on the edge of the bed, beholding the fancy package on it. “You should have thrown it away.” She mumbled as she threw herself on the bed, closing her eyes. “Oh, this is comfortable.”

Stefan crossed his arms, leaning on the wall. “Katherine's looking for you.”

“I know.” Her tone was blank and didn't sound like she cared less about it.

He rolled his eyes, turning away to leave the bedroom. “I'll be downstairs if you need me.”

Stefan didn't see the thumbs up as he descended to the floor below.

A groan left her mouth once she felt the pinch of the package against her leg.

“Let's see,” The bemused comment aired out on the room as she ripped the cover of the off-white colored rectangular box. The first thing her eyes caught was the invitation card. Just as fancy as the letter she received in Florence.

Please join the Mikaelson family this evening at seven o'clock. For dancing, cocktails, and celebration.

Below this was elegant and delicate handwriting that said: I look forward to meeting you, Y/L/N. Hope you like the dress!

R.M

“R.M?” Y/N read the initials out loud to see if it would spark any resemblance in her mind. It didn't. She hadn't met anyone in the Mikaelson family with those initials... had she? “What? Is there a long-lost brother I don't know about?” Mumbling to herself, she ripped the covering thin paper that wrapped the dress. The fabric was soft and the color was beautiful.

“Holy...” Escaped her lips once she took the dress out of the package completely. It was a sage green gown that reached until below her knee; a few small details that resembled lilies around the waist and on the top. A thin fabric much like curtains covered most parts of the arms. Lastly, it had a dent a bit above the tight that gave a sexy display, besides the delicate style it held. “Oh, my god. This is beautiful.”

Who the hell was R.M? They certainly had an amazing taste in clothes.

“I guess I will meet you at the ball, won't I?” Y/N shook her head still in disbelief of the gift.

Mikaelson Manor — Mystic Falls, 20:07.

A soft instrumental song was playing inside the ballroom when she arrived. The chandelier was the first thing she paid attention to; it was huge and shiny and it add a glamorous light to the ambient.

There was a fair amount of people inside the room — she did not know half of them.

What am I even doing here? Her brain screamed. Y/N had never been good at big parties like these; her anxiety was spiking up little by little.

“Y/N Y/L/N?”

Turning around upon hearing her name, her breath got stuck in her throat.

“That's- that is me.” She was so hypnotized by the blonde woman's beauty that she wasn't sure what she was talking about anymore. Well, this is embarrassing. “I'm sorry. Do I know you?”

The blonde gave her a wide grin in response, offering a glass of champagne. “Rebekah Mikaelson. I believe you're my date for tonight.”

R.M

Rebekah Mikaelson.

Do they have a sister? Oh.

Y/N accepted the glass with a slightly relieved demeanor, “Nice to meet you, Rebekah. And, thank you for the dress. It's gorgeous.” Rebekah gave her a dazzling smile.

“I'm glad you liked it. I must say you look even more gorgeous on it.”

That made her blush. Hard. What's with the Mikaelsons and heavily flirting?

Cleaning her throat, Y/N said, “Why did you invite me here? I'm kinda lost.”

Rebekah nodded in understanding, “I'm gonna be honest with you, Y/N. My brother pissed me off and I wanted to give him a payback. Elijah thought you'd bring the good side of Kol by being his date, so I decided to change the paws a bit in my favor, of course.” Y/N raised her eyebrows.

“So I'm a hoax in your little game?”

Rebekah bit her lip in hesitancy, “That's one way to put it—”

“I like it.” Y/N retorted, sipping her champagne as she inspected the guests and the fancy clothing. “Anything to anger Kol is more than enough for me.”

Rebekah opened a wide smile clinking their glasses.

“I like you.”

“And that's exactly why I did not introduce you to her before.” A voice behind Y/N made her shoulders tense, but she soon got herself back together and put up an emotionless facade. It had been years. A hundred and fifty-one years to be more specific. Yet, his voice messed with her heart like no other.

Blueberries.

They were still there, too. She mentally observed.

“Ah, Kol. Always keep the good stuff for yourself.” Y/N ignored the awful way Rebekah was talking about her—stuff? Are you kidding?—and decided to excuse herself. She wasn't ready to face him, yet.

“I told you she was off-limits!”

Her ears picked up as she swerved between couples to get to somewhere more secluded. She finally breathed when she reached the balcony.

Fuck.

I should go.

“I thought you were better than to come back here.” Y/N caught sight of long wavy hair in her perimetrical vision.

“You were the one that put me in the fishing net.” She said, gulping down the rest of the champagne.

“C’mon, you were better than this. I called you by your alias, Y/N. You know what that meant.” Katherine retorted in a scoff, “Why are you really here?”

“We’ve been way past the caring and vulnerable act by now. You called me because you needed me, remember? Well, here am I.”

“You could have ran off as always. You're good at hiding. Why didn't you?”

“Mind your business, Kat.” Y/N hissed, pushing the glass into the other vampire’s hand, which had her eyes narrowed, suspicious.

“As you wish.” Katherine let her walk away. She wouldn’t try anymore.

With heavy steps, Y/N finally arrived outside, feeling the wind meet her with open arms. She deeply inhaled the fresh air; free of people. She felt as if she could breathe properly now. The garden smelled awfully familiar to blueberries.

“You look ravishing,” Kol complimented, stepping closer with hands behind his back.

Not even five minutes alone.

“I know.” She snapped, closing her eyes trying to calm down since her chest still felt quite heavy.

A smirk widened in his lips, “I know you do, darling.”

“Oh, god. I do not have time for this right now,” Y/N rolled her eyes, turning her back on him.

“Darling-”

“Don’t call me that!” She roared back, “Go back to your family and leave me be, Kol.”

“No. I’m sorry, but I cannot do that.” He was in front of her using his vampire speed, interrupting her stride. She gave him a warning glance and he raised his hands in surrender. “We need to talk.”

“No, we don’t.”

“Give me five minutes.”

“I won’t give you two, Kol Mikaelson.” Her tone was sharp and precise as she pushed him away harshly. Kol kept following her. “You want a stake to your heart to reminisce old times?”

He cleared his throat, “Would you talk to me if I let you stake me?”

What?

She stopped walking. “Debatable.” She said, crossing her arms. Wouldn’t be so bad…

“Then, stake me how many times you desire, but please,” A crease formed in between her eyebrows when he approached, making him stop immediately. “Let me explain.”

“You’ve got nothing to explain to me.”

Kol let out a tired sigh.

“I was a coward.” He began, “I should have never left you-”

“You didn’t leave me,” Y/N snapped, leaning closer, “We had nothing. There was absolutely nothing for you to leave. So, don’t come here apologizing with your empty words. There’s no need for that.”

When she turned to leave again, he grabbed her forearm. “That isn’t true and you know it.”

“I do?” She mocked him by laughing without humor, pushing her arm away. “All I know is that you are a liar.”

“I deserve that.”

“You are a liar, a murderer, a horrible person,” Kol simply nodded, staring at her angered self, “Why the hell is you agreeing with me?!”

“Because you’re completely right.”

A scoff of indignation left her lips. And he smiled softly.

“I am all of these. And you’ve no idea how terribly sorry I am for leaving Italy. I got- I got scared, Y/N.” Kol groaned when she pushed him into a tree, feeling his bones crack. “Easy, darling. I’m trying to apologize here.”

Squeezing his neck, she stared into his eyes for the first time that night.

“Give me a reason to not snap your neck right now.”

“I love you.” Kol blurted out. “I always have.”

Y/N frowned as the words impregnated her brain.

“I was scared to love you before because I lost so much by just caring about someone.” When her hands drifted away from his neck, he quickly leaned his fingers on her cheek, caressing it softly. She let him. Not because she had let her guard down but because she was too stunned to do anything else. “I didn't realize that by leaving you I was leaving a part of me behind and I can't bear that anymore, Y/N. I love you, darling.”

She flinched away from him, “Stop.”

“I'm not lying, darling. You know when I lie—”

“I don't trust you, Kol.” Y/N shook her head, putting a healthy distance between them. “And this is not the reason I came here.”

“Why did you come here? To visit Elijah? Meet Rebekah?” Kol said, gesticulating with his hands. “You never liked Mystic Falls.”

Why did I come here? If it wasn't for you, what else am I doing here?

“I wanted to know why,” Y/N confessed, cheeks burning in shame. She looked up at him but averted her attention elsewhere. “I needed an answer.” So I could move on.

…right?

“I was a coward. A liar. An awful person.” said Kol, begging with his eyes. “I can be better. I promise to you I'll try everything in me to be better for you, Y/N. I love you.”

She choked on air, her throat closing up as the tears stayed at bay. “You can't do this now—"

“Give me one more chance, darling. I'll make it worth it.” He requested, grazing their fingers. She studied them, intertwining their fingers slowly. Kol pulled her closer by her waist, lifting her chin with his pointer finger. He gave her a tender smile. “Hi.”

“Hi,” She said in a whisper, fluttering her eyes shut as his fingers traveled through her face. “Kol.”

“Yes?”

Their noses almost touching; breath consequently mixing. Intoxicating.

“If you disappoint me…”

“Won't happen.”

“I'll chop off your little friend down there.” She concluded shortly, biting his lower lip while staring at his eyes. When she let it go, she noticed his eyes darkening. “I'm not bluffing."

“I wouldn't dream of doubting you, my love.” He then closed the gap they had between them by crashing their lips together. When they split apart, he cupped her cheeks so their gaze could meet. Y/N loved his eyes, especially when they were up close like this. “I love you.”

“You’ve said that.” She mocked, pecking his lips playfully. Kol groaned, burying his nose in the crook of her neck. Y/N giggled, smoothing out his hair. She wasn’t ready to say it back yet. “You know we’re being watched, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Kol hissed, biting her earlobe. “Should we go somewhere else to stop entertaining my family, darling?”

“Absolutely.” Y/N replied, grinning.

“You should have daggered Kol yesterday.” Rebekah snapped, walking away from the balcony and leaving an extremely amused Klaus Mikaelson watching the couple from afar.

“Don't be bitter, sister,” Klaus commented, resting his chin against his palm. Kol and Y/N disappeared from his sight. They're just in love. At least one of us is truly happy. He thought to himself.

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