#????? how'd this not even occur to me

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

........literally just realized I don't need to go back again just cause I did last night.

[umbrellajam]

ok sorry I just have to yell about this real quick -

Nightwing (Vol. 2) #139 - The Resurrection of Ra's al Ghul, part 6 Dick: "I let you make the choice for yourself...because I knew you'd make the right one."

Dick didn't know shit, lmao!! "Because I knew you'd make the right one" my ass lol.

Let's rewind two minutes shall we:

Dick: "Tim... Listen... There are no easy answers... But you have the right to make the choice for yourself." || Dick (internal narration): "No-win. If I stop him, I don't trust him. If he goes through with it, I shouldn't have trusted him. C'mon, Tim..."

He doesn't know what choice Tim is going to make, whether his grief will overcome him and he'll take the Lazarus water or not, and has in fact been physically fighting Tim this entire issue to stop him by force. But ultimately he knows it's Tim's right to choose for himself, and decides to hope, and have faith in his brother.

And he has that faith rewarded, and reaffirms it afterward, despite the fact that he wasn't sure.

And paralleling that moment of "yes of course I knew you had it":

Red Robin (2009) #12 Dick: "How'd you know? How did you know I'd be there to save you?" || Tim: "You're my brother, Dick. You'll always be there for me."

TIM DIDN'T KNOW SHIIIIIIIIT HGKLJDKFLSD

At least not consciously! Being caught by Dick is certainly not something he planned for, as he seems to be trying to imply.

Again, rewind:

Tim (internal narration): "I did it. I saved the people he loved. I saved everything he worked so hard to build. No compromises. He won't say anything, he never does. But I know. I know that Bruce will be proud of me. Not a bad day." || Tim: (in the midst of pASSING TF OUT) || Dick: (swoops in and catches him)

Tim may not have actually known that Dick would be there. But that catch... A falling Tim being caught by Dick is a motif that occurs over and over and over across the years of their relationship. Why do I feel like there's a part of Tim, faint as he faded out, and much stronger when he woke up, that went, "Oh, it's Dick - of course if it was anyone, I knew it would be Dick"?

After their conflicts and miscommunications in this arc, after Tim sweeping back into town and explaining not a single thing as he races to thwart Ra's, despite Dick's frustrated pleas, after cutting Dick off with a simple, "Batman...trust me," and Dick's responding, "Of course"....

Tim feeling like he knew, even if he didn't know, or plan, or expect. Because that's his brother. And choosing to express that trust, after Dick chose to trust him...

Just. Dick and Tim. Verbally reaffirming their faith in each other, even after in-the-moment doubts. BROTHERS. My emotions.

[jifloulette]

heads up . . ! not proofread.. 0.7k wrds!

you should be used to these midnight break-ins of shidou by now. he was your boyfriend after all and you didn't really tell him that he wasn't allowed to do it, you just gave him a reminder to text you if he were to do so. but him texting you meant giving you a heads up at least an hour before he was going to break in! though this attitude of your lover was something you were already familiar with..

now here he was, knocking on your bedroom window ever so quietly as to not wake up anyone else inside the house. you had just read the message he sent you three minutes ago and now he was already here, you knew he was fast in terms of running but to have walked that long from his place to yours in that small amount of time and without sweating seemed absolutely impossible??

"heyyyy baby!", shidou said in a low yet excited tone. he gives you a quick peck on the lip before going inside your bedroom. you looked obviously annoyed and he doesn't know why, he did give you a message before climbing up to the second floor of the house... "why'd you come here in such a short notice? you could've at least given me a bit of time to clean up and look good, you know!" you scold him to which he laughs and responds by giving you another quick peck on your forehead. "what were you doing here anyways? yer room's so messy..", he asks to which you just scoff and go back to your laptop, working on finishing this project of yours that was supposed to be due during christmas break, who even gives projects during christmas anyway??

it didn't even reach his usual three minute mark of bothering you before he pulled you out of your chair to a tight embrace on your bed, he seemed much more needy than last time but who you were to worry about that now? you were already working on something and here was your big baby of a boyfriend holding you in his arms as if it was a lifeline of his. "shidou! i'm literally working on the same project that i was doing when you barged here the last few times this week!", you remind him as you try to get off of him but really, your strength couldn't compare to his so it was useless. "okay okay, but do you reaaally need to be working on that now? ya could just do it the second i leave which would be in another hour or so!"

this was like a regular thing for him now, to give you a message five minutes before knocking on your window, then pulling you aside whatever you were working on after waiting at least three minutes, and then you'll just stay in his embrace the whole time he was there. that's how frequently these midnight break-ins occurred, you had memorized how long shidou took to send you a chat and to climb up to your bedroom. "how'd you even get here so quickly anyways.. it's at least a few kilometers from here to yours and you sent that message 3 minutes before already knocking at my window?" you ask, "well, i was already in front of your house when i sent it, just waited a bit before getting up here" he replied before giving you a kiss on your forehead. and before you knew it, you were already fast asleep on his chest, your project being long forgotten once again. even if shidou really wanted to hold you in his arms for as long as the night lasted, he was bound to be caught by your parents if he did. so once he knew that you were deep in your slumber, he laid you on your bed and put a blanket on top of you. but before he left, he needed to do one last thing.

when you woke up, you could've swore your bedroom did not look this.. clean? or unorganized? it looked like your boyfriend did a semi-good job of tidying it up, it still looked better than what it originally looked last night. you check your phone before seeing a message sent of 2:04 am — "heh.. cleaned ur room because im such a good boyfriend arent i??? make sure to gimme a kiss latr as a thank you gift ;)"

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[daisybianca]

pairing: lando norris x femalereader

summary: lando seems too innocent sometimes. however, as your boyfriend, his hidden kinks start to unveil themselves. oh, and they're very, very hot.

warnings: cursing words, sexual activities, female pleasuring

"DO YOU HIDE any of your kinks from me, baby?" You asked, glaring at your boyfriend as his soft hair caressed your flesh. His beautiful face was buried between your legs, and his features lit up once you exclaimed the words.

"What?" His accent kicked in. His colorful eyes narrowed and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I'm no fool. You know what a kink is." You giggled and scratched his neck playfully. "Shoot. I'm prepared."

You heard your boyfriend’s delicate laughter. "Baby, I might be crazy in love with you, but I'd never reveal to you something like that."

"Why?" You frowned, starting to get a bit annoyed.

"I don't know, I just..." Lando let out a breath and got up. "I feel like you're too perfect to know that I picture you and me doing such dirty things."

He got comfortable on the bed next to you and then gently grabbed you by the wrist, dragging you to your favorite seat. His lips. You dat on him, as your chest was on his eye level. You could already feel something sharp and hrad poking your thigh.

"Lando, I..." You tried to find the right words to persuade him. Sometimes, he made you think that he'd never been in a relationship ever before. Or maybe that he was too perfect for you. "We are a couple, aren't we, baby?"

"Yes, love." His response was instant, and his hands found your waist, grabbing it as if he were the owner of it.

He indeed was.

"Okay, then tell me, Lando." You tried to change his mind by fake-puppy eyeing. It always worked, to be honest.

Lando proceeded in a long exhale. "Fine." You noticed him bit his lip. "But don't you dare asking me to actually do it in real life."

You chuckled. "Why?"

"You'll see why once I say it."

You moved yourself on top of him to get more cozy, and his eyes were very beautiful. It's too beautiful, in fact.

You couldn't resist that. No straight, non-blind woman could, you were sure about that.

You'd like to take control and ride him once he was done telling you what he had to say. But you couldn't way for much longer. You could already feel yourself soaking wet down there, and he hadn't even touched you wet.

"Okay." You tried to make this as brief as possible. "Tell me."

"Well..." he started. "You know how much I love your ass." Lando blurted out.

Of course, you knew how much he adored your curves. He didn't miss a single chance to smack or squeeze your ass whenever the opportunity occurred.

You smiled. "Go on."

"Well, I--" You could tell he was a bit embarrassed, and that kind of frightened you.

You and him had been together for almost a year, and he seemed to struggle revealing things ti you as if you two had hust starting seeing each other.

"I think I know where this is going." You said, caressing his soft cheeks and hair. His face was kind of red, making his innocent eyes pop up more. "I can already tell it's something really, really dirty." You teased him, and he blushed even more. "And hot."

Gosh, you were so freaking wet.

Lando's eyes filled with pure curiosity. "How'd you know?" He wondered with his beautiful, british accent.

"You're so hard beneath me that it actually hurts my thigh."

Surprised by your statement, Lando looked around and exhaled as if this was too much to handle. He grabbed you by the waist hard and pulled you closer to him.

He didn't proceed to kissing you, though. He just rested his forehead against your, closing his eyes and placing his hands on your cheeks.

You heard him shallow. "You know, you're making it more difficult if you say things like that, angel."

"Thanks for telling me." You smiled against his smile, feeling his warm breath tickle your sensitive skin. "I'm writing it down so I can do it more often." You teased again.

His pretty eyes were still closed as if opening them would mean losing control.

"Fuck, (y/n)," Lando growled. "Don't do this to me, please." He begged, his eyes remaining stubbornly shut.

Please.

"Okay, if you want me to stop, you'll have to tell me." You smiled. "I promise, I'm not going to suggest doing it unless you say so."

Your gaze finally met his.

He applied a small peck on your nose, then on the area of your lips, then lowering his head to reach the skin of your neck.

Your flesh was warm under his touch.

"Ride my face, baby." His accent pronounced.

Your eyes widened, and you were so glad he didn't witness that. His head was buried on your neck and hair.

"Do you want me to?" You asked, just to be completely sure. "Do you think you're going to handle it?"

"Yes, just do it?" He started kissing you.

"Really? What about breathing?" You pulled just a few inches away in order to be able to talk. "Are you sure you'll be able to breathe?"

Lando filled the gap between the two of you once again, not letting you exclaim a word. "Just shut up and ride it, baby." He pulled your shorts and panties away with our swift move. "From now on, you're not opening that beautiful, little mouth of yours again. Only to beg for more or scream my name. Got it?"

You tossed his shirt on the floor, and then your own shirt followed as well.

He laid down, and before you even got the chance to understand what was going on, he pulled you to him. Without talking, he placed you on top of his head, and he twisted his tongue to make your stomach swirl into a million circles. "God, I knew you were soaking wet." He said.

He did that a few more times and a few moans escaped from your lips.

"Move your hips for me, love." Lando said, encouraging you.

You did as he said and the feeling on your stomach only got more intense.

Too much.

Too hot.

Too perfect too handle.

Just like Lando.

He geabbed your thighs with possessiveness, swnding another wave of pleasure through your entire system.

"Fuck, Lando..."

At first, he just utilized his tongue.

He wouldn't let you come until three of his fingers were into you.

You screamed in pleasure and the orgasm arrived only when he said it.

This is heaven, you thought. And it also goes by the name Lando Norris.

[magewritesstories]

[ 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."

[tomurawr44]

i’d like to see ur hcs for tomura x civilian reader! ^^

TOMURA/CIVILLIAN!READER HCS!

A/N: this is like two parts and stuff, teen to adult tomura :3

WARNINGS: spoilers, ooc tomura maybe, teen tomura, suggestive content, kind of goes Kurogiri centered for awhile.

how'd you two meet? (15-18yr old Tomu)

you two probably met in some sort of store, gamestop, arcade, cafe, computer/gaming cafe, or something along the lines of that.

it'd either start out as small little interactions getting deeper and deeper, or it'd start with you interacting first, I don't think Tomura would willingly interact with someone who isn't a criminal/someone Kurogiri or giran introduced him to.

you would fall first, but he'd fall harder, don't worry, he just scraped his knee, he can still get back up he promises.

he'd probably spiral with his feelings for awhile, he becomes meaner and colder to you because he's not sure how to process and deal with things, and it makes him 'hurt', so in turn he wants to destroy you. but the thought that he'd never see you again pisses him off even more.

he will come back to normal soon enough, just give him some time.

he's confused and a little nervous, but eventually he asks you something he hasn't really thought of asking someone before.

"Do you want to go to the arcade with me? but don't cry when i beat you in everything." is what he would mumble softly to you.

he's picking at his neck with one hand, his hood up and he was looking down because he was so nervous, he hasn't felt this, not in a situation like this and it makes him grit his teeth and want to just turn you to dust right then and there.

he was scared you'd think of him as a gross creep, but he was absolutely adorable, he had his charms. the messy baby blue hair? the lanky build? it made you bite your lip sometimes thinking about him.

his whole body was blushing, down to his collarbones his pale yellow skin was tinted with a very faint pink.

if you say yes, he wants to tear you apart but he gets the same rush and high when he clutches a game from hearing your response. you didn't reject him.

and that's it, no confession or anything, you said yes and now your his partner for eternity. sorry, he makes the rules.

How did Kurogiri/Master find out and react to it?

The first red flag for Kurogiri was when Tomura started going out alot more, even going as far as to sneak out. he'd atleast let Kurogiri know he was leaving and sometimes say where he was headed.

that raised his suspicions and he reported to AFO the moment that it started occurring so frequently. but the old bastard just shrugged it off and assumed Tomura was making connections to other local gangs within the area to try and recruit allies.

Kurogiri thought he's been blowing all his allowance on the arcade again, but why? Tomura would usually tell Kurogiri what he wanted, he has all the games he needs.

the poor butler was stuck thinking for awhile.

the second red flag was when Tomura started cleaning his garbage dump of a room, started taking showers more frequently and Kurogiri even caught him preening in the mirror once.

one time, Kurogiri snuck into Tomura's room and looked for clues, feeling his PC, it was cold. it shouldn't be cold. it should be warm to signal that Tomura has been using it alot.

then he found the gifts you've been giving Tomura, matching keychains, colorful clothing, all sorts of things that you've bought for the crusty munch.

he was starting to connect the dots, a significant other perhaps? he heard the door to the bar open and the familiar steps of Tomura coming up the stairs so he warps into his own room to act like he's been resting.

when Tomura asks for more money and leaves, Kurogiri voices his concern and findings to his master. once AFO catches wind of this, he's a bit upset. so he tells Kurogiri to find more evidence and such, but keep it neutral, as if he wasn't suspecting anything.

Tomura thinks he's sooo slick and good at hiding things.

once Tomura gets comfortable enough with you, he'll actually clean his room, and it scared Kurogiri, Tomura? Vaccuming? changing his sheets? organizing his room? unheard of.

once you come over and introduce yourself, game over. the moment you and Tomura are in his room he immediately contacts AFO and lets him know who you are and what you and Tomura seem to be.

once you go home, AFO immediately tries to get Tomura to break it off with you, he want's to object but he really does, so he picks and points AFO's questions and replies with his own. if his master was supposed to teach him everything, wouldn't it be good he had an ally?

let's say your someone with connections here and there, he'd bring that up to AFO (it's just your friend group..) and try to reason with his master.

AFO does not let it go, instead plants insecurities and doubt into Tomura's head about his partner.

too bad you're just too good at reassurance.

If you want to see dating hcs with Tomura/Civillian reader, please check out this post or ask again for a separate one 🖤

Villain era tomura! (20yrs old)

when he finally gets into his villain era, seeing your boyfriend covered in so many hands attacking children on live television made you feel scared.

scared of him and for him, how come you haven't seen this coming?

okay maybe you did, but you thought he was just a shoplifter or some petty crime like that!

you'd obviously contact him about it and he feels nervous, now that you've seen him for who he truly is.

stick around please, become an ally. an outsider to help with him.

he will introduce you to the league, but again, seeing your boyfriend on live television in the fight of the century spiked something deep within your heart.

you needed to help him, you'd call him as soon as possible.

Wrong move for your finances, now you have a bunch of sad stinky wet cats soaked with trauma in your house. all depending on you and Kurogiri to manage them.

no more sex :(

he will ask you to join him, be a villain too, but it's really up to you and the path you choose.

Sorry if i ended it so abruptly! if you want to see a progression of this or something along the lines of that, please send in an ask! my askbox is always 100% open🖤

—Ake 2024

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Kiss me Animal

This has been in my drafts way too long with me very slowly updating it. I haven't written in a long time and this is honestly super self indulgent. I just need more plus size readers with Brian in my life

Warnings- Reader is described to have tits and cunt and is called pretty girl. P in V, praise kink, Brian definitely being ooc and a simp for soft chubby girls, fight me. I think that's it, I tried to make it friendly for all the plus sized girlies to read so if I missed any warnings or unfriendlies just lemme know :3

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It'd been a long day

A really long fucking day, anything that could have went wrong absolutely did. Brian sighed as he kicked off his boots, the soles making a heavy thunk as they hit the wooden floor. He flopped back onto their old couch, arms resting on top of it as his head leaned back. A hand wiped down over his face as he let out a groan recalling all the events that had occurred today.

It was supposed to be a simple mission really, take out two people and wipe up any evidence the two had gathered. This sort of thing shouldn't have even required all three of them, and yet it was the messiest job they'd done in a long while. Tim triggered the back door alarm which could have worked in their favor if they had known where in the house the victims were, they didn't. A chair got taken to the back of Tim's head collectively knocking him out for a bit. Of all things Toby had to be threatened with was a blow torch, the fire of course freaking him out and causing him to stumble into Brian.

Another groan left the man as he shook his head, cringing at just how clumsy all three of them had been. Of course they did what needed to be done, but the drive back was tense as fuck with the other two being royally pissed off about how everything had gone down.

Brian was over the whole thing, wanting to just let it roll off his back and move on with his day. The blonde lazily sat up, throwing his hoodie off and onto a chair as he walked into the cabins little kitchenette. It was almost a surprise to see someone else there, forgetting for a quick moment that it wasn't just him and the other two men in the cabin anymore. He eyed you as you didn't seem to notice his presence, which wouldn't be the first time for Brian anyways. You'd been here for a few months, the operator unfortunately having taken a liking to you and directing you to their cabin of all areas.

Brian's eyes washed over your plump form, it looked like you had just rolled out of bed, hair unkempt and a loose t-shirt falling off your shoulder. His eyes went lower, a tight lil pair of black shorts were hugging your ass and chubby thighs. He hated those tiny little shorts, though you obviously seemed to love them since you wore them so God damn often. Maybe if you hadn't Brian would have talked to you more, no excuses for his mind or eyes to start wandering, though even he knew that was a lie. The man still couldn't hold conversation with you even when out doing work, and you wore cargo pants for fucks sake.

Brian looked off to the side, not wanting to be a creep as he cleared his throat to get your attention. It seemed like that was always his goal though, not wanting to appear as some sort of creep to you. It annoyed him to no end, he was the smooth talker out of their group, if they had to talk to a victim he was the first to go without a problem.

"Hey, how'd it go?". You didn't turn to face him as he walked up to the counter, pouring himself a mug of coffee. Glancing at your face, you almost looked annoyed with the slight pout and furrowed eyebrows.

"It uh, definitely could've gone better, the other two went out to go cool off from it actually". You looked over to him amused, sipping at your own mug with a nod, eyes slipping down him for a brief second before quickly looking away.

"You alright? Look like you been sleeping all day, and doesn't look like it was a good sleep". He let out a soft chuckle, at the grimace that came over your face with a shake of your head.

"Yeah I'm alright, though sleeping would've been much more accomplishing honestly". You sighed out while setting your mug in the sink. Brian raised an eyebrow at that, more accomplishing?

Watching you walk out of the kitchen, his eyes trailed down once again, before letting out a cough to himself and looking away.

This was usually how it went since you started staying with the three of them. Sure the two of you had held a few conversations late at night on the couch, but you just seemed to hold much longer talks with Tim and Toby, Tim of all people? Brian felt like he was honestly losing his touch. With a sigh he rolled onto his back, thick comforter shifting underneath him as he stared at the ceiling. His body shifted as his mind easily wandered to past images of your body, his hand going over his face at how easily worked up he seemed to be lately. Maybe he just needed a good fuck?

Though, when even was the last time he got laid? Too long apparantly as he groaned trying to remember before slipping a hand down his sweats. He let out a huff as he wrapped a fist around his half hard cock, immediately an image of those tiny black shorts coming to mind.

He swallowed thickly as he slowly pumped up and down, wetting his bottom lip as he imagined your soft thighs spilling out of fabric. How they dug into your flesh when you sat on the couch across from him. He loved how when you sat down the soft skin of your tummy bunched up over your hip and spilled out of whatever bottoms you had on. He let out a low groan, imagining how soft you'd feel against him, thumb running over the head of his cock, smearing the drip of precum over his member.

His head tilts back against the pillow, a soft wet slap being heard around the room. He let's out a grunt, imagining the jiggle of your ass as you ran in front of him, fuck if only co-

Knock, knock knock

Eyes snapped open at the light rap on his door, an annoyed low grunt leaving him as he tucked himself back into his sweats. Trudging to the door and opening it, about to give whoever it was a fuck off.

"H-hey, um sorry I know it's late."

The annoyed look on Brian's face quickly fell, suddenly aware of how his sweats hugged around his crotch he leaned himself away from the door frame as best as he could.

"Oh no don't worry about it, I wasn't asleep anyways. Did you need something?" He smiled down at you as calmly as he could trying to appear as relaxed as he could. He scanned your body as quickly as he could, fuck you had another pair of those damn shorts? Another color but it didn't matter, you were at his door in those tight lil things with a snug tank top on. He gulped slightly as he watched your chest rise and fall, watching how your flesh threatened to spill out over the fabric. How it hugged your soft sides and hips and waist and holy fuck he could see your hard nipples clearly through it.

"You have a bad staring problem, yknow that Brian?."

Hazel eyes snapped back up to your face that held a small smile. Brian felt his face heat up as he coughed into his fist.

"Fuck sorry, could you repeat yourself? Maybe I'm more tired than I thought". Playing it off with a chuckle as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

You looked up at him with an eyebrow raised, stepping closer to him and into the door frame.

"I'm not that oblivious, you know that right?" Your hand came up to rest on his chest with a playful smile. Brian had to stare at you for a few seconds, feeling the warmth of your hand on his bare skin had his head reeling.

The next few moments were a blur of you getting tugged into the bedroom, big hands gripping at the soft flesh on your hips. Your arms wrapping around his neck to pull him into a kiss had Brian almost melting, pushing you against his door as he felt you up. Surprised as soft lips moved against his own excitedly.

It felt like Brian couldn't touch enough of you, wanting more of your soft flesh to squish between his fingers. A low groan left him as you tugged at his bottom lip, his hand pulling your thigh up to wrap around his hips. A shudder went through him as you ground yourself against his lap.

Lips trailed down your soft jaw and neck, his hands going lower to squeeze at your ass while he sucked just above your collar. The soft whimpers leaving your parted lips every time he sucked on your skin had him grinding himself back against you.

"Fuck pretty girl, don't know how long I've wanted to feel you like this." He pulled away from your marked neck. A hand was brought up to your face and he let out an amused hum at the warmth coming from your cheeks. You let out a little pant before smiling at him.

"I should've shown up at your door late at night a lot sooner then huh? I guess I just didn't ever wanna interrupt your lil one on one times with yourself." You had a sly smile as you scrunched your nose up at him. Brian dropped his head with a slight chuckle, quickly gripping your other thigh and hoisting you up. He let out a laugh at the the yelp that came out of you.

"What a fucking tease, you knew all this time and didn't even wanna help a guy out? Maybe I should just leave you high and dry tonight then." He gave you a serious stare but it was a fucking lie. There was no way Brian was gonna choose not to sink into your soft form and watch you come undone. Annoyingly you seemed to already know that as you smiled at him.

"Just take me to the bed already, we both know thats not happening".

Brian could have said something sarcastic but did as told anyway, sitting on the edge of the bed so you were perched on his lap all pretty. His hands couldn't help but find place on your soft hips, thick fingers sinking into the doughy skin. His fingers found the fabric of your shorts, tugging them down and off of you, a small smirk forming on his lips at the sight of the pretty little thong you had on underneath.

You rested your hands on his chest, gliding them up and down the bare skin before dragging down to the top of his sweatpants.

Brian had to hold back a groan as you shifted against him. A sigh leaving him as you held onto his shoulders, his own hands tugging you closer as you ground into him. Half lidded eyes glanced up to your face, lips parted and your eyes downcast as you watched yourself move against him.

He felt like he was a in a haze as he watched you, hands gripping onto you like they never wanted to let go. He brought a hand up to your jaw, tilting your head so he could kiss your lips. Brian guided your hand back to his sweats, letting you tug them down to let his cock out. A sigh left him through his nose as you got right back to grinding against him, his cock catching on your damp panties every so often. A low chuckle goes through his chest at the sound of your whines, reaching a finger down to tug your panties aside. Rough hands gripped tightly onto your hips, beginning to guide your movements as his cock slid back and forth between your wet folds, the tip of his cock bumping against your clit every so often.

You found yourself on your back suddenly, head sinking down into a pillow as you blinked up at the blonde. It almost seemed predatory how he hovered over you, flushed lips panting as his eyes raked over your form. His hand almost smacks down onto your thigh with how rough he grips it, watching the fat squeeze through his fingers before moving your thighs apart and moving himself inbetween them.

Brian gulped as he watched your chest rise and fall underneath him, the way you looked laying there had his head racing with too many scenarios of everything he wanted to do to you.

"Please?". Just one word had him almost losing it, he'd imagined himself teasing you until you couldn't take it anymore countless times, but right now he couldn't seem to find the patience. Brian has to almost hold back a groan as he grips his cock, pushing it against your wet hole a few times before finally sinking in. The whine that leaves you has him huffing out a laugh as he catches his breath, grip tight on your hips as he lets you adjust.

It's truly a sight to see for Brian, thighs spread open around him, tank top bunched up on top of your soft tummy, the fabric stretched to the side and letting your tits almost spill out. He watched as your hands came up to paw at his chest, a lopsided grin forming on his lips as you mouthed his name. He didn't need anymore than that to start quickly putting into you, a grunt and a pant leaving him every few thrusts.

"Feel so soft under me pretty girl, fuck, just like I imagined." Rough hands squeezed at your thighs and hips, trailing up to your tummy despite the whines leaving you.

"Really don't understand how many times I've thought about fucking this soft cunt, so fuckin warm and tight and so god damn wet. Do you hear the filthy sounds your little cunt is making for me?." One of his hands left your thighs, coming up to grip your jaw in his hand so you could look up at him, smiling down at you like the cocky fuck he is. It felt like words were stuck in the back of your throat as he fucked you, your mouth opening a few times but no more than a moan leaving you. He grins with a harsh pant, hand leaving your jaw as it reaches down to suddenly tug at your nipple, a yelp leaving you.

"Oh I knew you could still talk, come on pumpkin, wanna hear you. Gotta use your big girl words for me."

The way he was talking to you was certainly doing something to you, talking in that sweet loving tone, his words drawn out, and yet it felt like he was mocking you. A louder moan leaves you as he moves to grip one of your thighs, holding it up against his hip so he can fuck into you deeper.

"Come on, tell me how it feels won't you baby?."

Fast pants and whimpers are leaving you before you can finally get your words to work. "S'feels good! Feels good Brian!."

He can't help but almost laugh at how whiny it comes out, rutting into you faster as he leans down against you.

"Aw atta girl, I knew you could do it pumpkin." The whine that leaves you before hiding your face into his shoulder is enough to make him finally laugh. Still gripping onto your thigh he slows down his pace, feeling himself getting worked up just a little too fast. He leans down just a bit more next to your ear, breathy voice the only other thing you can focus on other than his cock.

"You like when I call you sweet lil names huh sweetheart? Can't hide it with the cute sounds you make everytime I call you something. Is that all I need to do to get you to listen and talk to me hm? Call you baby, pumpkin or tell you just how good you are for me?."

Brian was really just rambling at this point, the slow drag of his cock slipping in and out of your warm cunt had his head feeling hazy. He was barely registering the way your nails slowly dug into his shoulders the more he talked.

"Don't worry baby, you can be my good girl every night." Finally leaning back up, he holds your cheek in his hand, taking a deep breath as he picks his pace back up again. He watches tears well up in your eyes, how warm your cheek is against his hand from embarrassment was going straight to his cock. His lips were on yours suddenly, the kiss messy and wet with drool seeping down your lips. Eyes were half lidded, watching the other before Brian pulled away, thumb coming up to swipe the drool back into your mouth. A heavy pant left him as he sunk his thumb into your mouth, resting it on your tongue as he groaned. He kept it there as his thrusts became short and quick.

"Need to feel you cum around me pretty girl, wanna watch you make a complete mess of yourself." Fingers slipped down in-between the both of you, two fingers coming down to your clit and rubbing in slow small circles. The arch in your back had him speeding up his fingers, grin never leaving his face as he watched your eyes screw shut.

"Fu-fuck, I-."

"Go ahead sweetheart, lemme feel you." Just one more sweet little name was all you needed apparently as you let out a whiny moan, thighs shuddering in his grasp. Both hands came to grip your waist as he grunted, quick curses leaving him before he was spilling into you.

Your hand ran over your forehead and layed above you as you panted, staring up at the ceiling as you listened to the blonde pant beside you. You glanced over at him, arm laying over his chest as he seemed to also be in a daze. Watching his Adams apple bob as he swallowed before glancing over at you too. The boyish smile that formed on his lips was enough for you as you smiled back.

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Comments super appreciated cause I really wanna get back into writing, especially for marble hornets. Also yes this is set in an AU where they work for the operator, I'm sorry but it's easy and I'm dumb for them

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HIII! could you please write a nami x f reader?

maybe just them being domestic? like the side of nami most don't get to see, r always has

they've been together for a couple of years now

things like cuddling (facing each other), night routines, etc

r is shorter than nami too, top of head just barely (if even) reaching her chin (this is needed info for any hugs🤭)

pls and thank you! :) <<<333

ship: Nami x fem!reader

summary: A day in the life aboard the Going Merry, as Nami's girlfriend from home.

a/n: requested by @fairy-geek-ackerman

tags: reader is shorter than Nami, established relationship, cuddling, events occur after one piece live action season 1, events occur in the span of a day, I now headcanon Nami as gift giving love language, reader is physical touch love language, we vibe with Sanji because Sanji vibes with us, Zoro cameo

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"There you are." You yawn, ascending the stairs to the stern of the boat. Nami smiled at the sound of your voice, one hand idle on the helm as she examined her maps.

"I'm not going anywhere, you know." The early morning sunlight was soft against her features as she peered up at you. The wind blew stronger for a moment, and her free hand shot out to pin the map page on the nearby desk.

You lift one of your daggers― decorative, inlaid with polished stone, and heavy enough to act as paperweight. You place it on the upper left corner of the largest of the maps. "I know. Luffy would get you back."

Nami chuckled. After Luffy and the rest of Nami's boys had freed Coco Village from Arlong's crew, they learned about the girlfriend that Nami left at home. It didn't take much for them to convince their navigator (Nami wanted for you to come with them anyway) to invite you onboard.

"Oh, wow." She stepped back, watching you pluck up all sorts of things from your pockets to help pin the maps in place. Aside from the dagger, she also recognized a bracelet with a real citrine stone, and a glass vial of dried blue paint courtesy of Nojiko. "You never threw anything away, did you?"

"You said you liked giving me gifts," you lean back against the desk, protecting the rest of the maps from the wind. "So I'll keep every gift you give me."

Her eyes softened, a combination of fondness and understanding as she studied you. "You're very... you."

Your lips curl up in a small smile. "I love you too."

Nami reached out a hand, and you stepped into her arms, the top of your head barely reaching her chin. Her grip around your waist was more affectionate and confident than before. You lift your chin, nuzzling into her neck.

The scent of tangerines clung to Nami's skin. She must have checked on the garden earlier. You breathe in the scent of home, the scent of her, and your own arms wrap around her body a bit tighter.

After what felt like an eternity but was only actually a minute, an elegant male voice interrupted the peaceful creaking of the ship's hull. "Isn't that adorable? I've never seen you be so affectionate before."

Sanji was smiling up at you both from the foot of the stairs, bearing a tray in one hand. Two steaming cups sat on the tray. "Good morning to you two lovely ladies. Made you your coffee, as requested. For Nami, two milks, one sugar; for Y/n, two milks, two sugar."

He reached halfway up the stairs before you happily accepted the tray from him. "Much appreciated, Sanji. Thank you."

"Of course," he tilted his head in a graceful nod. "Breakfast will be ready in an hour. I suggest you get there ten minutes before Luffy does."

Nami returned to the helm, smiling as she reached for her cup of coffee. "We'll be there. How'd you know what coffee I liked?"

Sanji motioned towards you, and you offered your girlfriend a sheepish, shameless smile. Nami smiled over the lip of her cup, rolling her eyes.

*

Even with your nose buried in the novel you were reading, you can feel Zoro's attention on you and Nami.

Both of you were sitting on the stairs at the ship's bow, Nami seated behind you so she could braid your hair close to your head. Her legs are braced on either side of your body, and from the way you felt them stiffen, you could tell she had a thin tolerance for Zoro's glancing. "What?"

He didn't need to be addressed, but still reacted. "Nothing."

You sucked on the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from laughing. You can feel Nami's frustration make her fingers heavier. Three... Two... One... "Since when do you know how to braid?"

You couldn't help but snicker, patting Nami's knee at your side. She understood your cue, and let you explain. "My dad taught us. Nojiko and Nami often visited the house when we were kids."

Zoro studied you for a moment, then turned his attention back towards the island several miles away. "All right."

Luffy wanted to dock here because he said he smelled something delicious, which Sanji interpreted as a personal challenge. Usopp had joined them out of whimsy. Luffy asked the three of you to stay aboard and protect the ship, but you heard Nami mutter how he just didn't want her and Zoro to keep him in line. "Think they're okay?" Zoro asked.

The tallest building on the island suddenly exploded.

Zoro looked surprised for all of two seconds before he groaned, rubbing his face in frustration. Nami's fingers froze in the middle of another braid in your hair. "Seriously...?"

You offer her a hair tie, giggling. "Just tie it where you stopped, and let's go."

*

That evening, when everyone had settled in to sleep, you and Nami laid together in bed. Your arms were snugly wrapped around her bare back, skin flush against your own. You returned to your natural position, lifting your chin to nuzzle her neck as she slowly untangles the braids in your hair.

Along with the creaking of the Merry and the sound of the ocean waves, Nami's breathing was incredibly soothing to hear. "So. You survived another day with these idiots. What now?"

You let out a quiet chuckle as you fell further into sleep. "You won't get rid of me so easily, Nami."

Her chest rose and fell as she sighed. "Good."

"Mhhm." you snuggled closer against her, and Nami tangled her legs around yours.

When you were able to find a comfortable position, you started kissing the skin of her collarbones softly. Nami smiled, smoothing out your hair. "Good night, Y/n. Love you."

"I love you, Nami." You murmur into her skin.

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hear me out: percy weasley x oliver wood.

we all know percy is a bit mental about academics, and oliver is a bit mental about quidditch, and THEY'RE ROOMMATES!!!

like they would kiss in hidden classrooms (literally the only time percy is willing to break the rules) and percy would go to all of oliver's games and everyone would just think it's an odd sort of friendship until ginny catches them kissing (lol)

when the fallout occurs percy would run straight to oliver. like inconsolably cry in his arms (i actually have a fanfic wip about this) and during those three years, going to oliver's matches and loving and being loved by him is literally the only thing keeping percy sane

after the war percy would just casually mention oliver and everyone would be so surprised like "you still talk to him???"

"even we've lost contact with him" george or fred would add

and percy is confused for a solid minute before he blurts out "wait, you guys know that oliver's my boyfriend, right?"

everything's silent for a solid minute before everyone's talking at once

"YOU'RE GAY??" "OLIVER???" "how'd you of all people pull oliver" "you're capable of dating????"

ginny was so smug about knowing all along lol

oliver would become a beloved son-in-law and everyone would tease them about each other but also be happy for them and life is good

aaaaaaand this has been too long basically i just want you to see the potential of perciver

NO BECAUSE IM HOOKED! I was just talking about how good it would be for Percy to be the gay/trans sibling, and this makes me so happy.

Percy pretends to roll his eyes when his siblings talk quidditch, but the moment Oliver does he’s listening intensely. And nobody expect him and wood, so they never get in trouble for being too close at school. They study in the library a little too close but everyone just assume it’s nothing out of the ordinary, except Ginny who immediately clocks it but keeps it to herself (and the journal who awkwardly has to give het advice about it).

Can you imagine how more intense the family quidditch games would be when Oliver starts attending. Percy is cheering for his boyfriend so cutely and it amazes everyone, they’ve never seen him be so lovey dovey. God forbid Oliver gets hurt during the game because Percy is calling all kinds of fouls for that play. Throwing out rules even Ginny didn’t know existed.

❄️☃️CHRISTMAS HP HEADCANON PARTY☃️❄️

[ebonysplendor]

There's Something Wrong With Sunny Day Jack (Demo) Review🌤️

TL;DR: Sunny days, keeping the clouds awaaaaaay~! ... Okay, but like what if our cloud is the "sunny day", and it won't go away? Do we even want it to at this point...?

Game Link: https://snaccpop-studios.itch.io/sunny-day-jack

Game Link (classic): https://snaccpop-studios.itch.io/sdj-classic

Notable Features: Gender Neutral language, Self-Insert, Yandere LI, Voice Acting, Create a cup of froyo ... yo Spiciness: 5.5/5 -- Let me tell you! It's a whole scene going down in this thing, okay?! FULLY delivered. The literal only thing that would've made this any spicier is if you saw it. You kinda do, but it's just out of frame. LI Red Flags: 3/5 -- Manipulation, possessive, lowkey obsessive, implied violence and possession, but like, I'm pretty sure I can fix him, so whatever, ya know?

Wanna know more? Lmao naaah. Not if you aren't at least 18, and I mean that. There is a WHOLE spicy scene in here. This one's for the adulty adults. Anyways, if you don't care about my yapping and/or you're in the 18+ club, let's get into it!

Okay, okay, okay, I know, yeah, I know, but listen...I'm only getting around to making the review now.

Okay, okay, okay, wait, stop, listen. I know that this game is damn near two years old, but I didn't start getting into reading visual novels until last year, and I didn't start taking the plunge to make reviews until this year so... :P

ANYWAYS! I do have news that you may not know yet! When I was looking for exactly how old this game is, I stumbled upon a little news~

As of me typing this (which was on the 28 August at about 9:30pm, but who knows when I'll actually post this review lmao), the game was updated an hour ago. I'm talking this shit is fresh out of the box! So, naturally, I went scouring for a download button...but then it occurred to me that that message said that it was for the $12+ tier of their patreon supporters. Not gonna lie, the spicy scene in that damn game has got a girl tempted, okay? But the way my bills are set up...

Okay, anyways, getting back on track because I've started yappin'. I'm going to go ahead and jump into this thing because, let me tell you, if you're like me, and you're late to this game, you've gotta hear about it! Granted, the download to the version that I'm talking about isn't available anymore (at least for the public/non $12 patrons), but the classic version is! I don't know how different it is though ^^;

Admittedly, because this game is almost two years old and because there's not a download link available currently, I might spoil it just a little so that you're not left too much in the dark about the game, especially since, again, the download link isn't available. That being said, it may still be spoiler friendly because habit lol.

But you get it by this point. Let's stop talking and start summarizing. Let's get into it!

So boom.

Basically, we're being...haunted?, we guess?...by this very attractive, but frankly super cheesy, children's TV show host. How'd it happened? We aren't really sure. We just remembered that we got some weird tape and was like "Huh...okay", watched it, and boom, here he is. Speaking of "he" and "here he is", here he is!

Everyone, this is the bae, Sunny Day Jack, but he doesn't mind being called just "Jack", so refer to him as such.

Jack has kind've been rocking with us for a few months at this point, and admittedly, it was very poor but really great timing. The reason why that is the case is because we had experienced something pretty tragic, and we were having a really hard time getting over it, but honestly? Jack's child-like explanation of working through problems and explaining emotions actually came in clutch, because we were lowkey able to get this far because of him. That being said...our relationship with him is getting a little blurred -- more than a little.

Ya see, things kind've...escalated between us, and we honestly aren't sure if we're glad that we got called into work or if we're pissed about it. Like, the undertones have been there for a while, but it was only today that those undertones became more pronounced and obvious. I mean, the man had his tongue-- ANYWAYS!

So, we go into work where our asshole manager ditches us because apparently the things that he has to do is way more important than us having a day off from babysitting and picking up the slack of our lazy ass co-workers. The only upside to this is that the day is likely to be slow because of the rain and that we're alone, meaning that we can openly talk to Jack.

Oh, now that I think about it, I forgot something super crucial -- we can see and hear Jack. More specifically, we can touch him, feel him, smell him, fuck him, the works, but, for whatever reason, others can't do the same. I guess it's like...medium privileges or being a ghost's host perks or something? Anyways, I'm getting off track. Gonna stop it there before I start spouting some stupid shit.

We kind've flashback to what happened right before our boss called, and whoo boi, does that steamy feeling come back full force. It's weird, because it's like Jack can read our mind about how we felt so comfortable and so safe and so protected and, frankly, so curious about him and what all went down in that moment. Jack basically reassures us that the feelings that we have are okay, and what would be best described as "love". Oh...oh, haha, uh...

"Nah, dawg, it's not love."

"Well...do you love me?"

AYO? I beg your finest pardon, sir!? Like, he's just gonna come out the woodwork with that shit?!

Regardless, he's still reassuring us that, "It's okay if you see me as bae" and we're just "We're roommates, dude, and seeing someone as bae is way more complicated than you're making it sound!" He pretty much just laughs it off and is like "Well, either way, I'll be here. Always. I'm not going anywhere. Ever. I'll be anything and everything that you need". Oof, that is...a bold ass claim, and one that we're not so entirely sure we should trust...but damn does it feel good to hear those words and have some support...anyways.

Our work day continues, we run into this awkwardly cute guy (I'll explain more later), our whore of an ex-boyfriend called and ruined our fucking mood, Jack lays down some more heavy words of reassurance, and the day goes onto the next.

Unfortunately, we land ourselves back at work, but fortunately without the "un-", we are alone and can freely talk to Jack again. Like mentioned, the guy is a ghost, but he's so very real, just not to others, which can be super disorienting sometimes; this is one of those sometimes. Jack wanted us to make him a yogurt and...oof, his reaction was...

...less than thrilled. Disgusted, even. Horrified.

Now, this doesn't sound like a huge detail or issue, but he actually got a bit scary here because, what is this shit that he's spouting about us "not being that type of person anymore" and "being better than that, now"? Like, when I say that this man -- clown? ghost? -- had a full shift in personality, and it was just...fear in his eyes, desperation in his voice? Like, he looked and sounded absolutely haunted and terrified of something. Like, this was beyond the horror in a cup that we apparently made him experience; it only triggered it.

Thankfully, although awkward, he easily moves past this saying that the combination of flavors just threw him off, and a customer walks in to provide a diversion for an extra layer of safety.

Oh! It's that awkward but polite cutie from the other day!

When we see him, or rather when we hear the door, we say our awkward ass, lame ass greeting, and it's kind've an opener for him to start some super brief small talk. He eventually takes the plunge and shoots his shot. Now, personally, I think the guy is damned adorbs, but at the same time, it's just...it's too soon. That mixed with this whole thing we've got going on with Jack...

We're pretty conflicted on how to answer, un-- Wait, huh? What did...?

Did-- Wait, Jack wants us to tell him that we have a boyfriend? And what does he mean that "it doesn't even have to be a lie"? ... He said the thing again, too. That thing about being whatever he wants us to be.

This is so anxiety inducing, too, because it's like, first off, we weren't expecting to hear him talking to us, and second, we can't acknowledge him in any shape, way, or form. Jack is quite literally looming right behind us, whispering in our ear, and we cannot so much as look his way without the guy in front of us thinking that we've completely lost our shit. Even still, our feelings for Jack have been complicated lately. Should we even take that plunge? Something about doing that doesn't seem right, though...

...We tell the guy that we don't have a boyfriend. Before he gets his hopes up too much, though, we tell him that we aren't really looking for anything right now, either. The guy leaves. The store is quiet, and we're left with alone with Jack with that awkwardness from earlier back in the air at full force; he's the first one to speak.

He apologizes and starts asking if he's pushed anything onto us that we didn't want. Before we can really answer though, he apologizes again. He explains that he thought that he was speaking in terms of what we wanted, but he keeps going back and forth like he's trying to find the right words but also figure out where he misunderstood; better yet, and more accurately, he's trying to figure out why he misunderstood in the first place. The poor guy is honestly so pitiful at this point, and we try to stop him from rambling and reach out for him... but our hand falls right through him.

Obviously, we start panicking, and Jack explains to us that he doesn't want to do anything that we don't want him to do nor feel comfortable with, and if it's him that we don't feel comfortable with and it's him that we don't want...this is what happens.

Okay, now, we're past the point of panicking; we're on the verge of tears because had we known us saying "No, I don't have a boyfriend" meant that Jack would start questioning if we actually wanted him around and fading away, we would've never said it. True to his optimistic nature, Jack reassures us that he's not "fading away" or "disappearing", and we're just like "Dude, piss off with that. Now, is not the time" because it's like, bro, this isn't a joke or us not wanting to get up for work; this is serious.

Jack chills with the reassurance and explains that he understands that we're serious, but that this isn't an issue that he can fix himself. Jack basically said that our words -- better yet our acceptance or denial of him -- are very weighted and that the only way to fix what's going on right then and there is to reaffirm that we accept him being there and truly meaning it, and that's only because he doesn't want to do anything that we don't want or need from him.

Even still, do we really trust him fully enough to do this? He's not the kind of guy to hurt us, is he? I mean, it's Sunny Day Jack. Then again, we also thought the same about---

"Hey."

"Yeah, Jack?"

"I know it's scary, I honestly do, but you can trust me. All I want is to be with you, protect you, and make you happy; that's what I'm here for."

All of that sounds so nice, too nice, but...

Can we trust him so easily...?

We really shouldn't...

But that horrible, heartbreaking moment...

That pain that Jack somehow made bearable, took away even...

That companionship he gave us in the place of loneliness...

His comfort...

His gaze...

What's wrong with feeling good? Why doubt him, and why feel like this unique and irreplicable connection is a bad thing? It's like Jack said: these feelings are okay; it's normal. There's nothing wrong with this.

...Right?

Y'all. You all. Guys. Gays. Theys. People. Friends. MY friends. SQUAD. (all right, enough...)

Hot and bothered, bothered and hot. Like, please allow me like 3 - 5 sentences of degeneracy. Between Jack and Ren (iykyk) ... Ren still laid down the pipe better but Jack?? Jack was a damned close second. Like, did you see the way that man was looking in our eyes and holding us? Then he's so big and masculine looking and ahhhhh~! That is BAE right there!

Anyways, getting back on track, when I had to go back and get those screenshots, what should've taken me like 5 - 10 minutes took me like 30+ minutes because I had to relive these moments. I had to relive this story! Like I mentioned earlier, the game is damn near two years old, but it reads like new, you feel me? The story, the implications, the art style, the scenes, the drama -- ahhh! I LIVE. I ASCEND. Like, when these developers hit the mark, they hit the damned mark with such precision!

I'm pretty sure that it's been mentioned at this point, but do you know what I loved the most about this visual novel (degeneracy aside, of course lol)? The subtle but oddly specific ass details that you're sure to miss or gloss over if you're not paying attention. I'm talking those details that you probably wouldn't catch until you've already read it once, seen how things have panned out, and then read through it again. Like, how it described us feeling cold whenever we thought about Jack leaving or fading away from us, or how the air would feel like syrup or cotton candy whenever he spoke to us, or how we'd get all warm in the most literal sense whenever Jack was near, or feel full, or completed, or -- the list honestly goes on. Like, there's a lot of allusion to being slowly corrupted/possessed by Jack, because this guy is a ghost, remember? Yeah, I had lowkey forgot, too.

Those specifically subtle details really made the story come together, and once I caught onto what was going on, I was just like, bro, the signs were there! I'd have to say that my absolute favorite "subtle" sign was when Jack always seemed to know exactly what we were thinking, almost like he was able to read our thoughts, but as soon as we started to "reject" him, all of a sudden he wasn't exactly sure what we thought. He went from responding to our thoughts to questioning what we may have been thinking about. Like, what? Go the eff off SnaccPop!

I love this visual novel, I love this visual novel, I love this visual novel, I love this frickin visual novel. I could ramble and geek way more but I'm gonna start wrapping it up before I start yappin' too, too much. Just allow me a few more sentences, a paragraph or two, please.

I. Cannot. Wait! For the full and official release! I am so excited to see how the team is going to mold this story and how things are going to pan out. I'm excited to see how and if we're able to get away from Jack because, at this point, he has a damned strong hold on us, but I'm speculating that our horror movie fanatic and director friend is going to come in clutch for this one.

If it was not obvious (and honestly, if you were somehow later to this game than I was) 100/10 would recommend, and I am recommending. It is so good, and I really hope that I'm not over hyping it, because the foundation that has been built for this story is so damned solid. Like I mentioned way earlier, unfortunately, you can't play the (free) updated demo anymore, but you can still play the classic one; I just don't know how different it is compared to the new version. Either way, I'll give you the link to both just in case (Update | OG). If you're able, definitely give them that monetary support and play the updated version. Hell, tell ME how it is because...I really don't want to put off my bills but, at this point, Jack has me in a fucking chokehold all over again. What's an extra, unplanned $12 at this point? Also, if able, visit the game's page and give SnaccPop that ever so encouraging but thirsty "NEED. MOAR. I mean, you take your time because perfection can't be rushed, and I know you all are people with a life and other responsibilities and such, BUT I NEED. MOAR. IT'S SO GOOD. STAND AND DELIEVER. ...please UwU I beg OTL"

Meh, that was highkey three paragraphs, but I'm not gonna split it so it can still be the two paragraphs that I requested. Lol sorry for pushing it there, but I'm done now! Promise. No more yappin'. The yap has been concluded, and I'm gonna go ahead and head out.

Big preesh for getting this far, and please, remember to drink water, don't be dumb, and hope to see you around~!

Something's Wrong with Sunny Day Jack (Updated; download not available to public)

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3 | in which Jason Todd is saved from a catfish

Part 3 of No Mr. Wayne You Can't Adopt Me! | Masterlist

Jason didn't visit the WE building often and he preferred not to anyway. But he had to drop off case files in Bruce's office and receive a lead from the Replacement. He had his phone on one hand, and envelopes in another as he entered the lavish room. Upon finding the space empty, he dropped the files on the desk and ventured outside to ask the assistant.

"Where's Bruce?" His eyes landed on the petite girl, hair neatly tucked in a ponytail and face curled up in concentration.

"Bathroom." Not once did she unglue her gaze from the monitor. "You're chatting with a catfish by the way."

"What?"

"Your phone. Tinder? That match of yours is a catfish."

Jason looked at his phone and then back at her. When did she even see? He'd heard about the girl, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Personal assistant to Bruce for nearly five months already. The Replacement described her as a miracle worker. Dick liked her because she was good with kids. The demon child said she was eccentric. And Bruce? Every time he talked about her, Jason sensed that he had a new potential adoptive sister.

Though witnessing her behavior firsthand . . . Jason wasn't sure what to think.

"How'd you know?" Jason checked his screen—Gail, a stranger he managed to chat up so he could go undercover during their scheduled dinner date. Partly a cover, but partly just to meet someone new.

"It's obvious by how she replies and that profile photo is clearly fake." She shrugged.

"It's not." Jason was starting to have doubts. Was he a 'boomer' with technology after all, because of his death and revival?

She finally looked at him properly, though bearing a very very judgmental gaze that almost made him squirm. "A catfish is—"

"I know what a catfish is," Jason grumbled a bit too hastily.

"I really advise you to reconsider, Mr. Todd. Sooner or later, this possible middle-aged scammer will try to rob you of your money." Marinette lent her attention back to the computer. "Then ghost you."

"What, like you can find me a better partner?"

"For fun or for long-term commitment?"

Jason opened his mouth yet no sound came out. I don't know if she's joking or not.

Marinette spoke again after his lack of reply. "If you're looking to pursue a real relationship, I suggest considering those who are already close to you. But if it's just a fling, I'll be happy to find potential dates according to your preferences."

He frowned. He already invested too much effort and time befriending his match. But his subconscious betrayed him by letting him think of someone when she uttered her first statement. A red-haired someone. Damn it.

He snorted and started to walk away. "Whatever. I can get my own dates, thank you."

Unlocking his phone once again, he started to make a background check on 'Gail' while looking up what 'ghost' meant.

***

Bruce walked up to his assistant's desk. "I just passed Jason and he seemed out of it. Do you know what happened?"

Marinette only glanced at him for a second. "You don't need to know the specifics of it, sir. Let's just say your second son might not be a bachelor for life after all."

"What?"

"Nevermind."

***

The night was chilly and serene for some odd reason. The dry cloudless sky was a blessing for the city, granting it a peaceful ambience despite, still, the crimes occurring into the late hours. A few vehicles hummed on the road, streetlights buzzed while flickering on and off, and shadows of stray animals crept up window ledges.

Although Gotham was quiet, Bruce's heart wasn't. He fucked up. His grappling gun was cracked from a scuffle earlier that night, and the nearest most convenient place to get a spare was his office in WE. He managed to grapple through the window before the tool finally fell apart.

Now, I just need to find it . . . Batman started rummaging through the drawers, opening all the secret compartments he knew. He was certain he'd left it in some hidden nook, separate from where he kept his backup suit and tools.

He found the grappling gun at last, nestled amongst dusty office supplies inside a box. But the second he lifted it, the door creaked open.

"Who's there?!"

He felt the coldest shiver right under his skin.

He completely forgot Marinette was staying in the building for overtime. There she was, brandishing a kitchen knife at him (where did she even get it? The break room?) and if she wasn't menacing before, she certainly looked menacing at that moment.

"Batman?" She narrowed her eyes. "What are you doing here? Are you stealing from this office?"

Bruce's eyes slightly widened beneath his cowl. Fuck secret identities. Situations like these were always frustrating. He quickly hid the grappling gun away from her view before saying, "I had something to retrieve from here."

He needed to chant to himself: don't you dare use your soft voice. She doesn't know who you are.

Marinette scoffed. "With Mr. Wayne's agreement?"

"Yes. We had a previous deal. He knows I'm here."

"Oh really?" She reached into her pocket and brought out her phone. "So if I call Mr. Wayne right now to confirm, he's going to agree with you, yes?"

His grip tightened on his only escape plan. If I can just get to the window . . .

"Don't move!" Marinette held the knife out as she called his number. "Or else I'm throwing this knife at you."

Bruce wanted to believe that she wouldn't have the skills to actually hit him with that knife, but a part of him wouldn't take the risk. His assistant's steely eyes were piercing him through the dark, almost reminding him of the times when he missed important appointments she consistently reminded him of.

And of course, the phone continued ringing because his business phone was all the way back in the Manor. After no response, she stepped forward with the weapon still out.

"Since he can't confirm at the moment, I'm keeping you here until the police arrive," she told him.

"You can let me go," he replied. "Bruce Wayne is an associate of mine, I've no other reason for being here."

"You're investigating him, aren't you? You have no right to break into his office!" She scowled. "You're so nosy because of your damned paranoia."

"He helps fund the Justice League. There's no reason for me to investigate him."

"He has no interest in things like that; he already funds most of Gotham."

"Hn. What if I told you this was actually my office?"

Marinette scoffed. "I believe Mr. Wayne has more dignity than dressing up as a bat furry every night to beat people up."

That did it for Bruce. Firstly, his mind went blank at that comment as he wondered how he got an assistant so competent that it was backfiring on his alter ego.

Secondly, he was hearing laughter.

He forgot to turn off his comms.

His hand flew up to his earpiece at lightning speed to turn it off. As a split-second decision, he flicked a Batarang to pin her sleeve to the wall and make her drop the knife, before he shot the grapple and swung out. He was afraid that the longer he stayed there, the higher the chance he'd actually reveal his identity to her.

But when he landed on another building, guilt immediately took over. He turned on his comms again. "Oracle, do you have eyes inside the office?"

A long sigh sounded out from Barbara. "Yes, B, she's a big girl—she freed herself from the Batarang."

He let out an inaudible sigh of relief.

". . . And I saved the video recording of the whole thing." To this, laughter echoed into his ear again.

"Tt. You shouldn't have thrown the Batarang, Father, she wasn't at fault." Damian's voice cracked through. "She heard and intercepted an intruder, albeit in a dangerous manner, and she called to check if what you were saying was true."

"I'm sorry, I panicked," Bruce grumbled. He had to make sure to give her a bonus that month. 

[leafington]

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙞 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚? 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙞 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙞 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚. - kiyoko s.

content warning !! - blackfem!reader, GAYGAYGAY, fluffy, lowercase intended just for the aesthetic, sneaking thru window trope, mentions of homophobia (nobody is, its just a reference)

young love. something to be treasured for those who experience it to the fullest, not everyone got to take part in the privelege of having someone truly care for you before adulthood. earlier in life, it didn't occur to you that you'd get to be one of the rare exceptions who got that opportunity. if you met your younger self, asking if you'd ended up with some mascot from your favorite cartoon then, you would laugh and tell yourself no, but you got an amazing girlfriend who's not only gorgeous but smart.

shimizu looks out for you like no one else does, conveniently bringing extra food for you when you forget your lunch, a spare pen when you've lost yours, and all that she asks in return is your affection? this relationship thing couldn't be any easier! of course, you don't hesitate to communicate with her because sometimes hugging her under the stairwell isn't enough.

it's around midnight, maybe a quarter past, sleep is far from you now as you toss and roll in your sheets. this leaves you no choice but to text the only other night owl you know.

'hi baby r u awake?' you, 12:26am

'no im sleeping really hard actually. snoring even.' kiyoko ❤️, 12:26am

'ofc i am darling, what did you need?' kiyoko ❤️, 12:26am

'can i come over pls? cant sleep' you, 12:27am

'mhm. windows unlocked.' kiyoko ❤️, 12:27am

in the dark of the night, you tread through the streets lit by only dim streetlights to your girlfriend. you go around the side of her home and climb the lofty tree to sit on the windowsill and let yourself inside, there she was, waiting for you with open arms. any normal person would simply let themselves in through the front, though only when their parents weren't as strict as shimizu's.

without sharing any other words besides 'hi', you crawl into her bed and make yourself comfortable. the both of you lie there for a bit before you decide to speak. "you smell nice, pretty." this makes her smile. "thank you. 's everything okay with you?" she checks in, playing with your hair a bit. "yeah. i just couldn't go back to sleep, guess it was a sign that i needed to see you." you grin lovingly, never getting enough of being around her. "don't get too comfortable, you can't stay the night." she warns, scooting over to nuzzle herself into your chest.

"says the one actively trying to cuddle me." you chuckle. "i don't get why your parents hate me so much, i'm literally the kindest girl in the whole wide world. not to mention the best girlfriend in the universe." she snickers at this, a small smile forming. "if that'll get you to sleep, keep thinking that way." shimizu thinks quietly, why do her parents not approve of you?

it isn't like they don't like her choice of partner, far from it. they've always been protective of her, wanting nothing short of the best for their baby girl, both you and them have that in common. when first meeting them, they did seem to have some sort of stick up their ass. hounding you with the basic questions of, "what do you plan on doing with our daughter?" "how'd you two meet?" "how can we be so sure you won't hurt her?" but your intentions with her are just as good as the next person, although she's convinced herself there'll never be a next one.

you're always in her head. "don't think too much about it, they'll warm up to me sooner or later." you kiss the crown of her head, nesting yourself there happily. "i hope so."

your relationship isn't widely shared around the school but it isn't private either, if people ask then you'll tell them, if they don't, then that's none of their business. when you see her out in the halls, you don't immediately attack her with kisses, a small wave is enough. but when the two of you are finally alone, it's different.

it's quiet now. the fan in her room being the only thing keeping it from being dead silent. the only problem with that is the thoughts that keep her conscious and overly aware. "y/n? you like me right?" she whispers. why? you don't know, though you never question her ways. "sometimes." you joke, following up with a short, "of course." shimizu hums at this.

silence again. you're halfway tempted to ask her what that was all about, but before you could even consider it, she flips you over—now straddling your lap while you're cozied up against her pillows. "woah, warning next time." you watch her practically stare into your soul, maybe there's something on your face? did she take your joke too seriously? hopefully it wasn't that. whatever she has to say, she's choked up about it. her lips twitch and tighten out of anticipation for whatever she was going to say.

she's in her own head a lot too.

your eyes soften, a hand gently guiding its way to her face. shimizu's worried look falters when feeling the warmth, her hand then coming up to cradle yours. "i love you. an ungodly amount at that. i'm not all that good at showing that but i do and i'm glad that we're together." she's still whispering, you still don't know why. it doesn't matter, you heard the l-word from her loud and clear.

it's... weird. not in a bad way though. she sounds so precious saying it too, as if it were something on her mind for the longest. there's this unsettling feeling about hearing it for the first time from someone who isn't your family.

maybe that's what it is.

she's your first, your only, and hopefully your last. shimizu's seen parts of you nobody else has even attempted to try to see, she's picked up your broken pieces, helped you when you needed it most. you're scared. scared of losing her, never getting a second chance at this again because it sounds too good to be true as harsh of a reality as it is.

you see it now. this is what people treasure so much, what they long to experience, how lucky you are to get to know what it's like so early in life.

"i love you too."

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[clare-875]

Until the End (Levi x Reader)- Chapter 21

[A Smile, a Bystander and an Intruder]

_____ A/N: Posted on Wattpad (@CLARE_875) but also decided to post here :)

Summary: "You can push me away, but I will still fight by you, and I will still follow you… until the end."

The ever-so-stoic Levi Ackerman has only ever known the terrors that living in a cruel world could bring. This all changed one fateful day when he encountered [y/n]; a girl renowned for her looks and abnormal speed. As they escape the confines of the Underground together, they soon discover that freedom doesn't come easy in a world full of Titans. As they rise through the ranks, [y/n] becomes known as "Humanity's Angel", a beacon of hope to humanity as she melts the walls Levi had built around his heart. However, she has her secrets too, and a dark past that might just threaten to pull them apart.

The storyline and characters of Attack on Titan do NOT belong to me, but all to Hajime Isayama; however, I do own this story, and all that occurs disparate to that storyline.

[Series Masterlist] [Chapter Twenty] <--> [Chapter Twenty-Two] _____

Historia had finally been made Queen, her plan of dealing the final blow to her father's Titan earning the respect of citizens in Orvud as the news spread like wildfire. The true Queen; their saviour. You and Levi now look out the windows of the castle in the capital of Mitras. You let out a laugh, ringing through the massive hallway. Levi had just been telling you that with Hange's injuries from a few days ago, their stench had become almost unbearable and that someone needed to knock them out soon and bathe them. Levi watches your carefree smile and lets one of his own seep onto his face, which results in a bunch of teasing from you. "Is that a smile I see Levi~?" His usual frown easily makes its way back onto his face again at your words, to which you laugh even more.

Levi's heart soars at the melodic sound and your gleaming eyes that look only to him. Some Scouts that pass by, stare as well, a blush covering their cheeks as they observe the carefree nature of Humanity's Angel. Well, that is until Levi gives them a glare that could make anyone piss themselves. You suddenly stop your teasing when you see your squad approach, each of them muttering to themselves, with Historia in a white dress, a determined expression on her face. "Oh, hey guys," you say getting up from where you leaned against the wall, observing the city through the windows as Levi follows behind you. The Scouts blush at your wide smile, angelic and bright against the backdrop of the sun's rays. "H-hello Captain [l/n]" Jean stutters out along with the rest as you raise your brows at their tense nature. Just what were they planning?

Suddenly, Historia starts breathing harshly as though she's trying to hype herself up, and as Levi finally makes his way to your side, she lets out a yell. Moving past you she holds an arm out into a fist and... punches Levi. Eren, Armin, Connie, Sasha and Jean look at the scene in disbelief, yelling out in shock. Mikasa on the other hand has a serene expression on her face, almost satisfied by the sight. You blink at the series of events that were displayed in front of you, as Historia lets out a laugh as she backs up grinning. "How'd you like that?! I'm the Queen! If you have a problem-" She's cut off along with everyone else at a sight, familiar to you, but rare to the rest. Levi's usually downturned lips move upwards slowly forming a sight that warmed your heart; A smile. "Thank you... all of you."

The entire squad is speechless, some looking in awe whilst others look as though they've seen a ghost. There's a part of you that wants to laugh at the antics of your squad whilst another part makes you wanna cry. You can't remember the last time Levi was this happy in the presence of so many others. Sure, you loved that he was not shy in showing you flickers of his emotions but seeing the gratefulness shared and shown to others meant so much to you. It took you back to the times you had both spent with Isabel and Furlan. A time so harsh yet so simple if you look at all that you have seen and done now. You can't help a lone tear that passes your eye, as you quickly rub it away. But it causes the squad to panic once again, and Levi to turn to you, eyes widening in surprise and concern. The sight of you crying openly was as rare as Levi's smile.

"Captain [y/n] we're so sorry this was all Jean's fault-"

"Shut up Connie, you know it wasn't, it was Mikasa-"

"We didn't mean to punch your boyfriend-"

"Eren, he's not her boyfriend... there's no way."

"We're so sorry!"

You let out a long laugh as the squad, as they finally looked up to you after making such a scene of a lone tear. They look up at you as you lean against Levi's shoulder with one arm. "You guys are good kids," you say, as their eyes widen, blushes returning to their faces as Levi meets your gaze with slight ease. "What Levi said; thank you guys." The squad salutes you both as Levi follows you to where Commander Erwin and Hange will be waiting, no doubt about the paperwork you had to catch up on after the many events of the past few days. Levi catches up to you with a silent questioning glance, but you simply use the darkened corridor to squeeze his hand gently, a knowing look reflecting in his eyes.

"So, do you think they're together now?" Jean asks as he and the rest of the squad watch you and Levi turn the corner from the hallway. "Didn't I say that ages ago?" Eren asks as he looks to his friends. "They do seem very close, but they've always been close haven't they?" Armin adds a contemplative look adorning his face. Connie nods, "Well they're both from the Underground, aren't they? I heard they've known each other since they were kids." Sasha nods along with his words as a dark aura reaches her left. "I refuse to believe that Captain [y/n] would ever settle for that man." Mikasa's look is dead-serious as the rest sweatdrop at her antics.

.....

Two months pass by. Historia has become a queen renowned for her fairness and kindness. She had opened an orphanage and even asked you and Levi for assistance in rescuing kids from the Underground, to which you were both happy to do so. There was a military purge and though considerable talent was lost from humanity's forces, the discovery of the glowing ore in the Underground cavern you had fought against Kenny in, was one of the many useful things we had gained. Also, with Eren's hardening ability, a certain anti-Titan weapon was born: We used his hardening to create an obstacle-like wall. When Titans would try and enter, soldiers would pound them to death, thus with no need for direct attacks on the Titans. It took a toll on Eren, as we worked him to the brink of exhaustion in honing his abilities, but we were one step closer to going to Shiganshina District and taking back Wall Maria after so many years.

During this time, you and Levi had grown even closer (if that were even possible). Despite Levi's soft spot for you unchanging, more people noticed how Humanity's Strongest Soldier and Humanity's Angel seemed to regard each other more in an affectionate light. This was much to the dismay of the many, many suitors who admired you from a distance, but one glance from Levi kept their jealous words from reaching their lips. The two of you were rarely seen without the shadow of the other following close behind. Any spare moment in these past two months had been spent together. Groaning over paperwork, tea deep into the hours of the night, meals in the dining hall, nights and whispers in the bedroom.

There had even been one day, where you had been able to drag Levi to the markets. He had watched your smiling frame attract vendors and men alike, wanting to sell their products or their vows to you. He wouldn't admit the secret pride he held every time you rejected their advances and came back to his side. He wouldn't admit that he had a better time than he thought he would have, watching your bright and curious eyes. He wouldn't admit how much he was terrified of his growing love for you.

By the end of the day, you had been exhausted, running around and seeing what was to offer. You had turned to Levi, surprising him with a box of his favourite selection of tea, and he had surprised you with an elegant necklace, a single feather as the pendant. You had been eyeing it all day, deciding to trade the purchase of it for Levi's tea. You had thanked him profusely and the two of you had walked home together, you smiling brightly at the beautiful day you had, and him smiling softly at you.

Now, however, it was a different scene. You were grasping onto [h/n]'s reins tightly as you and Levi raced ahead of the squad together. Eren had just remembered the man he had seen in his memories. The man that he said had met with his father. Keith Shadis. "Before Erwin, he was the 12th Commander of the Scout Regiment. It's been a long time since I've seen him." Hange speaks up from behind you both. You silently agree.

.....

"What's wrong Braus? Not sitting?" Commander Shadis looks up to Sasha who is rigid under his stare as she replies, almost screaming her words nervously. "No! I am quite fine standing here!" The man who sits at the head of the table looks at her as memories flash through his head. "Back in the day, I always used to call you in here to chew you out. And it's only been a handful of months. I hardly recognise you all anymore." He looks to the members of our squad, a bittersweet nostalgia filling the air. "Commander Shadis..." Hange begins looking at him after a brief silence takes over. "Rather Commandant... With preparations to retake Wall Maria underway, perhaps you can guess what brings us here today."

The previous Commander's eyes now look to Eren who sits opposite him, face darkening and silence deadly. "Eren. You resemble your mother so much." You hear as Eren takes in a breath of surprise at his words. "However, the fangs lurking deep in your eyes are surely your father's." Eren stands abruptly at his words, eyes striking as he looks to Shadis. "Tell me about him! Everything you know!" The Commander's gold eyes shine under the dimming light as he replies to Eren's sudden exclamation. "I know nothing... in the grand scheme of things. However, I can tell you a story utterly useless to humanity... The story of my past... as a mere bystander."

He continues to tell you a story that took place twenty years ago. A time when both you and Levi would have been in the Underground fending for yourselves. How he had met Eren's father at the gates of Shiganshina, beyond Wall Maria. How he had asked him what he was doing beyond the walls, how Eren's father had retorted by asking him what he was doing beyond the walls. Shadis goes on to explain that Eren's father couldn't remember why he was outside the walls, all of his memories lost, except for his name, Grisha Jaeger. He would've had to report him, as it was a crime to go beyond the walls without permission, but ultimately decided not to; he wasn't a threat.

When Shadis asked Eren's father what he planned on doing, he replied that he remembered something other than his name. That he was a doctor. Grisha had asked Shadis to introduce him to a hospital and to teach him about this world and the Scouts. He had truly known nothing at all, nothing about this world or anything. Shadis remembered the strange comments Grisha had made when he was glad to find out the walls prevented humanity from suffering from Titans every day of their lives. How Grisha had spoken as though he was one of them; a Titan. When Shadis explained why he and the Scouts ventured beyond the walls, Grisha had not been deterred but impressed by the bravery and intelligence of the Scouts. But Shadis explains how Grisha's next words changed his entire point of view, how Eren's father had said that he would not be cut out for the Scouts. To become a Scout, you had to be chosen.

Shadis told us how much he desired to be the Commander, so he could change the fate of living in these cramped walls. To go beyond the small minds of those around him and accomplish so much that everyone would acknowledge him. But, he had also watched as Carla, Eren's mother, and all those around him became enamoured by Grisha instead, as he had helped prevent a deadly plague from wiping out humanity. How when Shadis had finally become Commander, it had felt so bleak, so very hollow. He watched Grisha marry Carla, others praising Eren's father more than they ever would him. Another day, another loss, more guilt, degenerate comments spoken as he rode his horse through the streets back from the walls. Someone special... A chosen one...

Shadis spoke of how he had returned one day to find Carla with a baby boy in her arms; Eren. How she had asked Shadis if he would continue this way of life until he died. Shadis had exclaimed to her how the reason people live and die doing nothing was because they lacked imagination. How they're not ashamed of their lives as they produce nothing but shit. How they can't understand or accomplish greatness. How he had realised that normal people accomplish nothing, but how special people do exist. How he had handed over his position to Erwin, left his dream to you, to Levi, to Hange, to the special people, the chosen people because he realised... he wasn't. He had wondered why he never realised the simple fact from the beginning. But then, the day Wall Maria fell, when Shiganshina was destroyed, he had run into Eren's father.

Grisha had a tormented look on his face as he shouted Shadis's name through the panic of people around him. That was when Shadis realised, it was Grisha's fault. All of it. He watched as he cradled Eren's young form in the aftermath of the destruction, how he watched Grisha realise that his wife was not with his son. Then Eren had awoken, speaking the truth, that Carla had been eaten by a Titan. But instead of grief, Grisha had said only one thing to Eren: That he must avenge his mother. Grisha had then stood to take Eren into a forest and told Shadis not to follow. Shadis had asked him why he didn't avenge his wife instead of relying on his son, and if it was because he was special, unlike him. But when he continued to ask Grisha if he was going to curse someone else now, he replied that Eren, unlike him, was his son, and to stay out of it.

But Shadis had followed. He thought he heard something in the distance, like thunder. But all he had found in the forest was Eren, unconscious. He had carried his body back to the shelter, to Mikasa and Armin, no sight of Grisha anywhere.

(A/N: Sorry that was longer than intended...) 

"Is... Is that it?" Eren asks looking at the man in slight disbelief. "Now we know the real reason you resigned," Hange speaks up from opposite you, as they look to the prior Commander. "Not to atone for the soldiers you killed... but because you realized you were never special. That's the childish reason you're here." Levi speaks up from next to you, a grim expression adorning his face. "Quit it, Hange" But Hange looks to Shadis with anger evident on their face. "Screw your inferiority complex. Don't run from reality. Isn't that what vowing to give our hearts was all about?!" Hange rises to their feet as they let emotion take over, only stopping when Eren speaks up. "Please stop, Hange."

"The commandant was right. I was never special or anything. But... I'm the son of a special man. That's all it is." A tense silence takes over before Shadis speaks up once again. "Your mother... Carla said this... Is it wrong not to be special? She said that when it comes to her child... it's fine if he's never great. How he doesn't have to be better than anyone. Just because to her, her son, Eren, was so cute, so he's already special. Because he was born into this world." Eren's emerald eyes are set ablaze at Shadis's words, his focus entirely on the man in front of him, as he continued. "And you, just like your father wanted... chose to set ablaze your life... which will burn to ashes outside the walls... In the end, I couldn't... I couldn't change a single thing at all. I'm a mere bystander."

....

"In other words... Eren's father, Grisha Jaeger... is likely a human who came from outside the walls." You watch as Erwin's shining eyes flicker briefly to you before looking back to the small group in front of him. You sat by Levi, outside of the small circle of Sout leaders Erwin had gathered. Erwin and Hange had already known of your memories many years ago, had already known the potential that you were not from within the walls a long time ago. But seeing your lack of memories, and growing trust after more than seven years of service, Erwin had seen it fit to stay silent on the matter. Never would you have thought that somebody else, living as you had within these walls, Grisha Jaeger, was also not from here. "Yes, just like Annie, Reiner, and Bertholdt, he possessed the Power of the Titans. But different from those three, he was supportive of humanity within the walls." Hange speaks up from next to the Commander before another man interrupts.

"If he was so interested to know about the Scouts and such, we could've used more of that support of his." Hange sighs, " I wonder... but from the moment he entered the walls, he was searching for the royal family all alone, I'm sure. And that... that's not something you do without incredible resolve. That same father wanted to show his 10-year-old son, eager to join the Scouts, the basement of his house. On death's door, he said the truth of it all was... in the basement. What in the world do you think is down there?" A brief silence takes over as Erwin's face becomes grim. "Things which mustn't be said... No... Things Grisha Jaeger couldn't say, even if he wanted to. That which the First Reiss King wiped from our memories... memories of our world... is what I hope, but... Pondering about it here won't accomplish much."

Erwin looks up to the group after muttering his thoughts out to us. "The preparations finished today. The operation to retake Wall Maria starts in two days. Want to know what's in the basement? Let's go see for ourselves. Isn't that what Scouts do?" The faces of the people in the room start to upturn into smiles, but your frown doesn't leave your face, and it does nothing to deter the stiffness in Levi's posture. "Let all your squads know." Another Scout leader speaks up from his seat. "Right. Keeping it secret of course, yeah?" Another one joins in, "On a day like this, we deserve some meat, right?" There are nods all around as more join in on the conversation now deterred. "Good idea. Gotta show those kids us adults can be counted on."

You watch as the Scout Leaders and Hange get up to leave. You hear the whining in Hange's voice as one Leader teases Hange about having adored Commander Shadis before they found out the actual reason he resigned. Their voices turn to murmurs as Levi gets up from beside you and closes the door turning to Erwin, who asks him what's wrong. "What will you do after retaking Wall Maria?" Levi asks looking to the Commander. You know he has been plagued with a burden, whether he admits it or not, as earlier Erwin entrusted him with the syringe and serum left by Kenny. One that could turn a human into a Titan. "I'd guess a defence plan comes first, but... After that?" Erwin looks to Levi, emotions certain. "Eliminating threats," he replies easily.

"Outside the walls, there seems to be someone hoping Titans will eat us all. Of course, the answer to who is in the basement, I imagine. It's as I said earlier. We'll plan after the basement." Levi's face is one of deep hindrance as he looks to the man he has followed for many years. "I'm asking this because you might not live that long. You can't exactly move like you used to." You watch as Erwin clutches the spot where his right arm would be before Levi continues. "Let Hange call the shots. You'll just be deadweight. Let the good news come to you. We'll tell the others I argued until you gave in. No... That's actually what I intend. Fine with that?" You look at Erwin, a brief contemplative look in his eyes, before his brows furrow and gaze meets Levi's again. "I'm not."

"I'm fine being food. Use me as bait. The chain of command remains. If I'm gone, then Hange. If Hange's gone, the next. This operation will indeed be dangerous, but... to humanity, it's more important than anything else. That's why I've gone to such lengths. This is all my plan. If I don't do it, the success rate will plummet." Levi interrupts him abruptly, "That's right," he says eyes sharp as he looks to Erwin. "The operation might fail, but... If you bite the dust in the process, we're doomed. So just sit at your desk and keep using your head. That's the last thing the Titans would want. And for humanity, it's the best thing going for us." But you see Erwin, not complying with what Levi has said. "No, our best option is for me to gamble it all-"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hold up... Keep using that bluff around me and I'll break both of your damn legs." Levi's eyes are murderous as he listens to the Commander's words. You can see it. The worry Levi holds for not only his superior, but the friend we had followed for years; the reason Levi and I had joined the Scouts. You see the way Levi despises every excuse and every mention of a gamble. You see the concern he holds hidden deep behind his grim face. "I'll make it nice and easy to attach them later," Levi continues with his threat. "But the operation to retake Wall Maria will proceed with you weeping here. It'll be a bitch to get to the toilet though."

You watch as Erwin lets out a laugh under his breath with Levi's always crude and sometimes abrupt humour. Except this time, you didn't think he was joking. "I'd like to avoid that." The Commander says looking to his side before his eyes meet Levi's again. "What you're saying is right. A wounded soldier should stay off the battlefield. However... There will come a moment when we learn the truth of our world... and I must be there for it." Levi looks in disbelief to his superior. "Is it that important to you? More than your legs?" Levi takes a step forward towards Erwin. "More than humanity's victory?"

"Yes."

You get up, knowing that the conversation has come to an end, and Levi sees there is no way to convince Erwin otherwise. "I see... I'll trust your judgement, Erwin." Levi turns and opens the door, as you follow silently, but just before you follow him, the Commander's voice stops you. "Wait, [y/n]." You pause in the doorway, watching as Levi looks at you questioningly before you turn back to Erwin. There is a grim look on his face, as he stands and approaches you. His blue eyes are sharp and bright in the glow of the sun, reflecting onto his face. "You must know that what we find in the basement could have the potential to reveal the truth about your origin too." His stare doesn't falter as he continues. "Are you ready to accept the truth whatever that means?"

You look down, knowing what Erwin is trying to say. You would have to accept the truth presented to you, even if that meant it showed you as a threat to humanity; even if the truth meant it portrayed you as the enemy. You look up, your own [e/c] eyes shining in certainty and nod. "I'm ready for the truth, whatever that may be, and I'm ready to face the consequences of the truth if any need to be put in place." Erwin nods affirmatively, putting a hand on your shoulder before turning to leave. "You're a good soldier, [y/n], I have full trust that you and Levi will bring humanity to victory." With that, Erwin leaves, passing by you and Levi, who waited just outside the doorway. You make eye contact with Levi, a tense expression on his features, but you shake your head before he can say a word. You had accepted your fate many years ago, just as Erwin had. You would do whatever it takes to learn about the truth.

Even if the truth burdened you more than your ignorance.

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[Chapter Twenty] <--> [Chapter Twenty-Two]

[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

Hope today's been kind to you!

How about number 5 for a drabble?💕

hello! it has! i'm running on nothing but energy drinks and caffeine and 2 hours of sleep, but i got my paper in!! now to move onto the other ones tomorrow :') dont do grad school its a trap

i also promise i'm trying to make these shorter a;ldfkj

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5: Where Does It Hurt? | Drabble Event

You hissed in pain and cursed under your breath as you felt a sharp sting on your upper right side as you attempted to lift your mobility gear above your head. You knew that this expedition was going to be dangerous, but that didn't make your injuries or the deaths of your comrades any easier.

In fact, you were fairly certain that you'd be dead if Levi had not nagged you to stay by your side. Still, even with him by your side, you did not come out unscathed (although you did not fill him in on that detail).

Levi immediately had to leave for a debrief with Erwin upon returning to Wall Rose, leaving you alone as you headed to the infirmary for a physical check-up over your wounds. You were grateful, in a way. You hated seeing him worried about you. He had enough to worry about, he didn't need the burden of your injuries to be added onto his plate as well.

You tensed as you heard the door to the house open. If you had gotten your gear off before he got home, you might have been able to get away with hiding your injury from him. The doctor just said it was due to a bruised ribcage and that it wasn't anything serious, but that wouldn't stop him from worrying.

"How'd the debrief go?" you asked.

"Terrible," Levi grumbled. The Female Titan had decimated his entire squad and then some.

You hmm'd in response, unsure how to respond. You knew that you were still in shock from the events that had occurred and that it was only a matter of time before your grief caught up to you—another reason why you didn't want Levi to be worried about you.

"What are you still doing in your gear?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at you. "We've been back for hours. You should change and get rested. We'll deal with the rest of this tomorrow."

"Yeah," you said quietly, nodding, averting your gaze. You just needed him to walk past you and into the bathroom, to give you enough time to bear through the pain and get the gear off without alerting him.

But Levi was stupidly observant and immediately walked over to you, placing his hands on your shoulders as he scanned you up and down.All he needed was your change in body language for him to know exactly why your gear was still on.

"Where does it hurt?" he asked quietly, worry entering his eyes.

Your heart dropped as you sighed.

"Upper right side," you mumbled in defeat as you turned, facing away from him so that he could get behind you to help you pull your harness above your head.

"Hey," he said as you continued to look away from him. He turned you back towards him and lifted your chin up so you were looking at him before flicking your forehead.

"I know what's going on through your head and you need to cut that shit out. You're not a burden and to be quite frank, it pisses me off that you still try to hide your injuries from me."

You shot him a half-hearted smile as you grabbed his palm and pressed your cheek against it, drawing comfort from his touch, planting a gentle kiss on it.

"Are you saying you wouldn't do the same? You haven't even mentioned how painful it must be to walk on that sprained ankle of yours."

"Tch," he clicked his tongue as he shot you an unamused look. Although he sounded annoyed, he didn't pull away.

"Quit being a smartass, you god damned brat."

[meaningofaeons]

First request ive sent for hsr bcz I DO NOT SEE ENOUGH AU CONTENT ON THIS SITE?? I would like to request Gepard x reader musician au where gepard plays an instrument or maybe hes some kind of idol… idk im insane and ill take anything 😭

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ (tone) deaf

⊹ character(s) - gepard landau ⊹ word count - 705 ⊹ notes - gn!reader, musician/music au, modern au, gepard is still kinda a bad singer like in canon but not as bad (serval vocal coach yahoo!), reader is implied to be semi-famous but still knows the landaus, serval's band is implied to be semi-famous too (SERVAL WINGWOMAN IS BACK!!!), idol!gepard

hi anon!!! I REALLY LIKE THIS REQUEST!!!! I love guys who can't sing (cough tanjiro demon slayer cough) and it's always so cute writing about them. the idea of idol!gepard made me swoon so I went that route! I did hcs I hope that's okay! and I hope the modern au is okay, I didn't know if you wanted to stick to the original belobog/hsr setting or no. thanks for requesting!!! (=^･ｪ･^=))ﾉ彡☆ (I didnt rlly know how to end this one so if you want a p2 lemme know <3)

Gepard isn't necessarily a bad singer. He's just unpracticed.

Serval remembers fondly the times her brother would try to sing in his room, completely unaware of how he sounded to anyone with half an ear for tone.

He'd always wanted to be in a band of some sort like his older sister, but he didn't really have a knack for it. And instruments? Forget it. He could barely strum a single chord on a guitar!

Brawn was always Gepard's bigger strong suit over brains, and music certainly required quite a bit of the latter.

So, Serval, noticing her brother's plight (but also his desire for improvement) approached him on getting vocal lessons. From her, of course.

Over the course of a few years, he improved by leaps and bounds. In all that time, it never occurred to his sister to ask why he was so desperate for musical ability.

That is, until she went with him to one of your shows on her rare time off from her own band.

You were a longtime friend of the Landaus, and Serval felt that all three of you got along quite well. Like a house on fire, one would say.

But she never quite expected her brother to be so taken with your sound.

"Y/N has really bettered her playing!" Gepard ranted to Serval as soon as they were out of the small live house venue, waving his arms around. "I mean, she's always been good, but wow!"

"Is that why you wanted to get into music?" the girl teased, and her sibling immediately shut up.

"...N-Not exactly, but Y/N is inspiring."

"Your crush is written all over your face, baby bro—"

Serval was promptly shushed when you bounded up to the two of them.

"Hey, guys! How'd you like the show? Pretty cool, right?"

Gepard would spend hours ranting to you about songwriting, tone, anything he could possibly think of to occupy your conversation. Serval, meanwhile, would slink away to give you two your space.

It didn't take long for the newly-improved singer Gepard to find his place in a male idol unit.

His looks certainly helped, but it was no shocker that his leaps-and-bounds better singing was the kicker that got him his spot.

You continued your own musical gigs, but you were always willing to lend the blonde a helping hand (and ear!) for his new songs. Though idol groups usually got composers to write for them, Gepard was a sucker for coming up with his own songs.

As a very handsome guy, his talents were naturally geared towards a 'heartthrob' persona to his fans, which they lapped up like a cat to milk.

You soon became no exception—though you were obviously closer to him than any fan could get.

You would help him with writing songs, and all of his love-centric ones were written with you in mind (not that he would ever admit such a thing)

Still, you seemed ever-oblivious to his hints, even when his songs started to get borderline personal. His manager had to outright stop him from performing a song on the fly during one of his shows that specifically described you.

And Gepard was silently thankful that his moment of lovestruck delirium hadn't been broadcasted live to millions.

You couldn't exactly deny your own feelings for the man, but considering both of your levels of fame and his rise to success as a shoe-in for the whole nation's celebrity crush, you figured not to say a word.

Even though the work got busier by the day, though, Gepard always made time for you, and you for him.

When he couldn't make it to a show of yours or he had to miss out on a meeting due to a scheduling conflict, he'd always send a bouquet of your favorite flowers straight to your doorstep.

And though you couldn't always be there for his live performances, you always made sure to send something to eat from his favorite restaurant that he could indulge in after the show.

Fame could be tiring, trifling, and outright frustrating at times, but with the two of you to support one another, it wasn't too bad a hurdle to cross.

[anonymooseforever007]

Thinking of You, I live

(Tommy Shelby X daughter Reader)

Summary: It's with the memory of you in my mind that gives me strength to live each day. And live I shall with Joy and Fear, with Laughter and Tears, with Friends and Foes and who else knows? I'll live for the life I'll have remembering the one you never got....In which we get a small glimpse of Y/N's life as it is now.

A/N: No trigger warnings, maybe mentions of death but nothing descriptive and general anxieties that come with being in school. This is just a fun chapter that introduces a few more of Y/N's friends and some of the stuff they like to do. 😂 Enjoy!❤️

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Leeds, April 1927

The door closed with a thud behind Y/N after she entered her apartment. She could hear Nelly in the kitchen, likely attempting to make another cake that would result in a soupy mess or another visit from the fire department. She'd officially moved in last month when the pipes in her apartment got too cold and burst. Instead of making her search for a new place, Y/N just told her to live the the extra bedroom in Y/N's own apartment. Her dad was alright with it, and it wasn't like Nelly didn't spend every other night there anyways. It was an easy decision that made both parties happy. Most days...

Today however, as much as she loved the raven haired girl, Y/N didn't actually want to deal with that at the moment, instead choosing to kick off her shoes and drop her bag next to the small couch as she fell into its floral cushions. Burying her face into the seat she closed her eyes and tried to forget the mess that just occurred. She knew trying to get a degree based in science and math would require a lot of both subjects. But she still hadn't expected just how much she'd have to suffer through. 

"Hey! How'd the test go?"

Nelly, completely unaware of her friend's current distress had inadvertently asked the last question she should have. With an almost pained groan, Y/N moved to lean against the back of the sofa where she could see Nelly. She didn't say anything, just stared with her lips drawn together in a thin line.

"Oooh. I see.... well did you lose your streak?"

This did make Y/N crack a small smile as she understood what was being referenced. A few months ago, Y/N and her friends had established a cry count board. It stared when Betty and Ruthie said they didn't think they'd gone a day in the last two weeks without crying. Y/N had joked that maybe they should keep a tally board just to see if that was true. And thus the "Cry Board" was born. Every day the girls went without crying they'd increase their number. If they cried it would go back to zero. Y/N herself had the longest streak, followed by Eliza, then usually Nelly or Louisa, and finally Betty and Ruthie usually tied in last. There really was no point to the board, but it was still a "fun" game they did for...well again they weren't sure why it was still up, but it was.

"No, I still get to keep my streak. I didn't cry. I only teared up once and that doesn't count," Y/N mumbled, her head once again between the couch cushions.

"Well that's not too bad then. I lost my streak this morning...apparently kicking a wall is more painful than I expected."

Y/N's head shot you over the back of the couch again as she struggled to contain her laugh. Only Nelly would kick a wall expecting it not to hurt.

"Is the wall ok?"

"Oi!"

Y/N laughed as she ducked away from the small bag Nelly had thrown towards her head. Nelly sighed in defeat and headed back to the kitchen, only this time Y/N did decide to follow behind. After all, the last time raven haired girl was left unsupervised, it ended up with all the apartment tenants standing by the side of the building at four in the morning while the firemen secured the perimeter. Y/N didn't even know it was possible to set water on fire until that day. 

"Watcha making?... Or should I say who are you trying to see? Don't think I didn't hear you flirting with the hot fireman last week. Are you trying to invite him over again without.....aaaah!"

Y/N rubbed the end of her nose where Nelly had successfully launched a small ball of cake batter, hitting her mark with a splat.

"Shhh!"

"Alright, alright, alright," Y/N waved on hand in surrender while with the other stuck her finger in her mouth tasting the batter, "This is pretty good though. I like it."

Nelly put her hand over her heart, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm, "Aweee you do love me! And here I was thinking you were going to stab me with a knife one of these days, right in this very kitchen."

Y/N picked up a nearby knife and fiddled it between her hands, "Of course I won't kill you. Especially not here. If I were going to do that I wouldn't use a knife either. There'd be so much blood and I hate blood. You know that. It's too messy." Nelly stared at her for a second unable to tell if her friend was being serious. And she indeed was, but Y/N also noticed her friend's slightly concerned glance and continued, " I mean I won't kill you because I like you too. That should be the obvious given. I probably wouldn't talk to you if I didn't... or go out of my way to do it.... But I do, soooo I'm not gonna kill ya. I don't really want to kill anyone actually because again blood and bodies and other fluids...ew. But like in context I'm not gonna kill you..."

Y/N's rambling was cut off as Nelly began to laugh.

"Y/N I love you, you don't know how much I love that."

"I love you too. That's why I'm not gonna kill ya."

Both girls were laughing now at the conversation they'd already had more than once. It was almost a weekly occurrence of Nelly stating she thought Y/N would kill her for one silly reason or another, and Y/N stating she wouldn't because of the mess it would make. For a moment silence fell over the kitchen as the girls each went to do their own thing. Nelly continued baking and Y/N sat at the counter watching her, sneaking bits of batter from the bowl when she could. 

"But really, how do you think your test went?"

Briefly slumping to put her head on the table before bringing it back up Y/N answered.

"I mean, I think I knew how to work the problems, but I don't know if I got my numbers right. You know I'm bad with that sometimes," she replied. And it was true. It wasn't her own fault, everyone did it, but Y/N had a habit of accidentally switching numbers or letters around in her head at the last minute, or even words occasionally with what she intended. And while it usually didn't matter too much, it was nerve-wracking when her professor only graded questions as right or wrong. No points given for close attempts or missing math signs. And while Y/N understood their reasons for it, sometimes it still was very unpleasant. Luckily, Nelly could be just as positive as her friend in situations like this.

"That's alright isn't it though? It's only one test? What's the worse that could happen?"

"I get kicked out of college and can't get a job and end up dead in the streets..." 

"Ok ok, that's not gonna happen. And besides even if you can't get a job inventing things, there are always other options. You're still incredibly smart and talented. Besides," Nelly joked, poking her friend lightly, "You could always work at a club as a dancer eh? Shake around in sparkly clothes all day?"

It was Y/N's turn to flick batter in the other girl's face. She waved her hands around and made some pitiful attempts to recreate the moves they'd seen the girls in clubs do before. Y/N was incredibly capable of many talents and often considered herself a jack-of-all trades, however that 'all' didn't include anything having to do with dancing or holding a beat. Sure she could carry a tune as well as most people, but when it came to instruments or moving around to them she was at a loss. Too many steps or pre-planned notes that usually got mixed around in her head. So she typically stuck to letting her friends play the music while she cheered them on.

"SEE! I can't even do that Nel. That's the problem," Y/N groaned again thinking of her possible future, "I couldn't even become a dancer at a seedy club because dancer's got to have skills doing that stuff. They have to be able to read music and memorize steps. It doesn't matter how they dance, they're all so graceful too and look real pretty moving around. I haven't ever seen a dancer that makes me look away. But me," Y/N's head hit the table again, "I've got the damn grace of a drunk baby deer. They'll put me on stage and I'll be trying to swing my hips and the fellas in the front will be like 'oh wow who put that sick deer up there Ted?' And 'I don't know Joe maybe it's hunting season' and then they'll probably shoot me to with their gun to make the misery end. That's what's gonna happen I swear!"

Nelly had one hand covering her face as she tried to hide her smile, "First off. I don't even know what that means. Like what the fuck do I say to that. And second I promise you it won't be that bad. And anyone who tries to shoot you will have to fight me to the death first."

Y/N stuck out her hand to grab Nelly's.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah? And I'll make sure there's no blood for you to see either."

"Awe, you do love me!"

"Of course, I can't kill you either, your dad pays our rent."

"...fair enough. But if you kill me and get caught then you'll still get rent free. But I don't think the food will be as good."

"Who said I'm gonna get caught?"

"Nelly, last week you saw a police office and told him you had 4 bottles of illegal rum in your knickers drawer. You weren't even drunk. You just wanted to see what he would do."

"Right...."

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It was a little while later when the phone rang. Y/N had again taken to couch, only this time she wasn't wallowing. Instead she was rereading the Sherlock Holmes book she got in January. It was probably the fifth time she'd done it by now, but still she was captivated every time. And since she was still half way though a chapter, Nelly was left to pick up the phone. The sounds of the conversation were present in the background of Y/N's head, but she was still too focused on her story to pay much attention. That was until Nelly came over and lightly knocked the back of the other girl's head, gaining her attention.

"Book down and grab your bag. We're going out tonight."

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Half an hour later, the two girls reached the pub to meet up with Louisa, Betty, Eliza, and three more of their friends, Peter, Oliver, and Kent. Their group had met the trio a few months ago at the beginning of the semester and their friendship had only grown from there. They were actually the inhabitants of the apartment right next to Y/N and across from Nelly's old one. It was a nice mix, especially when one of the girls ended up staying out late at the university at night and needed someone to walk them home. It also didn't hurt that Peter, and Betty had taken a shine to each other. The pair of them often happened to fall behind the rest of the group when walking to a film or restaurant, lost in their own little world. Though it had been months now and neither would admit their feeling for the other. No amount of teasing or less than subtly hints about getting a room could make them speak the truth. Always saying they were just friends and nothing more. Well, it certainly was nothing more if "nothing more" meant sneaking away from the group's bonfire last week and disappearing for three hours, only to show up dirtied and grinning like the creepy clowns from the Halloween fair. Oliver nearly ended up in the pond for that comment. But in the end, friends or more, the small group enjoyed spending time together when they could, and with the first school year ending soon, they wanted do make the most before they parted ways for summer.

Making their way into the pub, Y/N saw the group had already claimed one booth in the crowded space for their own, which was a good thing too as the room seemed to double in population by the second. However, it seemed their friends had yet to lay eyes on the pair, so the two girls decided to have a little fun. Sneaking over to the table, weaving in and out between patrons they managed to make their way behind the opened ended booth behind Kent, each grabbing one of his shoulders and yelling "Ahhhh" in his ear. And while the rest of the group jumped (or in Oliver's case banged his head on the table), the tall boy just flinched slightly before beginning to laugh. He'd actually noticed the girls sneaking up on him from the mirror across the way, but didn't want to ruin their plans. Kent was like that a lot. 

He was probably the sweetest out of the boys, with his warm smile and farm boy persona. But there wasn't any chance you could ever sneak something by him. As oblivious as he was to the flirting of others. he had senses of a hawk and always seemed to know when he was being tricked or snuck up on. He wanted to be a photographer for the papers or film movies one day. He also had an impressive camera collection and knack for finding a shot of trouble. More than once he'd knocked on the girls door late at night, hoping that Y/N would be able to fix his camera and Nelly would look at the bruise forming beneath his eye when him and Oliver did a little too much amateur investigation. 

It didn't help that Oliver himself practically lived in the small police office his dad ran when he was back home, always going through old cases, looking for something to catch his ever fleeting interest. If there was an unsettling and unsolved crime in the paper, you could be sure Oliver would be trying to jump fence to the murder site to find the missing hand or whatever was left the next day. Atleast he'd had the decency to warn the group now before he dragged them on "adventures". In the beginning, he hadn't told them any of his investigation plans until they were already looking at the creepy writing on the wall or huddling together in the dark woods at night, while he looked for a certain plant that would "absolutely" prove that their stern chemistry professor was the one who should be arrested for a crime. Preferably, before the next test he had yet to study for. He was simply putting it 'fucking amazing'. Y/N and Oliver got along great because of their affinity for stupid jokes and bouncy dispositions. It didn't matter how random or confusing their harmless but, sometimes out of pocket conversations were, if one said something the other was sure to join in. 

Y/N also liked Oliver because he reminded her of her Uncle Finn, who she hadn't seen in years and was basically her brother. It had been so long since she'd seen her father's side of the family, and besides her father she didn't remember too much about most of them. Only bits and pieces of small memories at random times. But she did remember Finn, he'd been the last one she'd talked too before her mother had taken her and left after the news her father died. They'd been talking about what type of fort to build for their sleepover with Katie on that night, and how they could sneak cookies in the fort and hide them from Aunt Polly. She'd been standing right behind them of course, as they planned in the hall by the kitchen....where she was cooking. But she hadn't said anything, letting the children try to make their plan. After all, this was a regular occurrence between Finn and Y/N. They were always making plans to cause trouble in one way or another, but rarely did they ever follow them though. Eventually, and while still discussing forts, they'd gotten up and headed out the door, waving bye to Polly who absentmindedly waved back, not paying much attention as she got back to cutting the carrots. She hadn't put much thought into them leaving, since they were only going to Isaiah's house. It was a normal occurrence and by all means a relatively normal day. But that day hadn't been normal at all. Midway to their destination, Y/N's mother appeared with a letter in her hand, interrupting their conversation before saying Y/N needed to come with her immediately and that she couldn't play with Finn or Isaiah that day. Naively, though after a slight protest wanting to stay together, both children relented to the woman who was still technically Y/N's remaining guardian while her father was at war. Y/N followed her mother down the street, but not before pausing and running back down the street to give Finn a lasting hug and promised to build the fort tomorrow, cookies included..... But unknown to them that wouldn't happen. When Y/N got home her mother told her what was in the letter balled between her hands. That was letter that turned a normal day into the worst in Y/N's young life...

So when she woke up one morning, a few days into her first year of the university, to a young man trying climb in her kitchen window... well she almost took a bat to his skull, but after hearing his girlish scream upon seeing her, she realized something else wasn't right. After all, what robber sings jazz to himself when breaking into a house.... only wears one shoe. Still holding him at bat point, she'd demanded he name himself and state his purpose. To her relief he'd explained that he had thought it was his own kitchen and he wanted to try climbing into the room since he accidentally forgot his key after going out early that morning. He'd noticed a couple of cop cars speeding by and wanted to see where they were going. In his sleepy haste for hopefully a homocide, he'd forgotten not only his keys, but also his left shoe, and as a result, after only making it two blocks, he was stuck outside. That was until he'd seen the Y/N's kitchen window that had been left slightly cracked open the night before to let airflow in and mistook it for his own. How he'd gotten up three stories with one shoe Y/N didn't ask, but she knew she was impressed, and a bit scared. She'd never leave the window even slightly open ever again. Having decided the gangly boy wasn't going to kill her and get blood on her floors, Y/N did the one thing she was very good at.... She made him her friend by offering him food. Toast to be exact, as it was the one thing she knew she could make well.

And from that moment the rest was history. Once again, she finally had a friend who she was as close to as her favorite uncle. Someone who understood her as she understood him and together they would create just as much good as they did chaos. After breakfast she'd joined Oliver in knocking on his apartment door repeatedly until a half asleep Kent opened the door, not even registering the new face. It would be four more days before she saw either boy again or actually learned Kent's name. She'd dubbed him "the tall one with messy black hair " at that point when recounting the event to her friends. Then on the fourth day, Oliver had eagerly called out to her across the street, waving his arms like a bird to get her attention as she was walking with her friends. He asked if they wanted to join him and Kent for some "fun". Having nothing else to do and intrigued by the boy's energy, they'd followed him.... 

Did they end up lost in the middle of the woods for three hours looking for where Oliver read about a woman who had killed her unfaithful husband? Yes? Did Betty try and convince Nelly to take the injured baby owl back and keep it in her apartment until it recovered? Yes. Did she agree? No, but Clark did, and Oliver threatened to make it into stew if it pooed on his case files. Did Eliza throw a pebble at Oliver's neck, making him scream and nearly jump into Kent's arms? Well that, she'd never admit, but it was funny to watch. Did Lydia almost smell a poisonous flower only for Y/N to stop her and give a very detailed explanation of what painful things would happen if she inhaled it? Yes??? Did Oliver go to smell the flower after hearing said explanation just to see if it was true? Yes.... Well he tried but Y/N wacked him on the back of the head before he smelled it too much.... didn't stop him from almost passing out though. It also didn't stop her from asking him if he thought she should try it... Kent decided at that moment to A) never let Y/N and Oliver get drunk at the same time for the safety of the free world, and B) grab the flower to light it on fire so no one else could smell it.... Did this prompt another rambling explanation from Y/N about how burning the flower could be more deadly than just smelling it causing the rest of them to run away from Kent who was already "infected" with the "botanical blood death" according to Oliver? Yes, but even though he hadn't lit the plant yet he still listened to her every word. Did they still spend an hour trying to convince Oliver to let Kent back in his car for the trip back? No.... it was two hours.... All in all it was a great trip and everyone had fun! The baby bird was named Owlver ("Like Oliver but with Owl....get it Ollie?"..... "Absolutely fucking not Y/N.") and Owie (his nickname) loves sitting on Oliver's head while he sleeps. And from that day forward it wasn't unusual for them to meet together like they were today. However, now they made Oliver tell them when he wanted to explore a crime scene.... he told the truth....usually.

But back to the present, where Nelly and Y/N had settled down among their friends. Nelly sat on one end of the booth with her legs over Louisa's lap, wiggling her feet towards Eliza and Betty in greeting. Y/N ended up sitting between Oliver and Kent. They all knew that she, like Eliza wasn't the most comfortable in crowded places and on top of that she didn't like touching too many people in general, especially random strangers. Sure, she was usually alright with brushing up with her friends, but aside from the occasional hug, even that took some time. So to lessen the possibility of that occurring, Eliza got to pick the seat in the smack middle of the booth next to Peter and Betty, while Kent had given Y/N his seat next to Oliver, and taken the remaining end of the booth while placing his arm over the back of Y/N's space so he wouldn't fall off. And soon enough after they were settled the first round of their drinks arrived.

Everyone was content for a little while longer, each jumping in and out of the two or three different conversations happening at once. Then Louisa grabbed her glass and stood up, causing everyone to pause and look at her. 

"Alright darlings," she drawled," Who's gonna fight the crowd and go to the Loo with me, eh? I wanna check my hair and take a piss."

Betty and Eliza also got up, but Y/N hesitated slightly pretending to avoid Louisa's eyes and leaning a bit farther from the booth end, closer to Oliver who was no help in her plight, already starting to try pushing her out to effectively knock Kent off the seat so he could stretch his own legs out. The 'brilliant stinking bean pole of a human being' Y/N thought to herself.

"Y/N? Are you coming or are you really gonna leave me to the potential horrors of the bathroom," Louisa questioned, poking her arm lightly with pretty red nails.

Y/N jokingly rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically, "But Louisaaa..... peopleeee!!!! You know how I feel able them. They'r- Olive Boy stop pushing my ass or you're gonna knock Kent out."

"That's the point."

Louisa only laughed and grabbed her hand insistently, pulling her up as Kent, the traitor of a friend, released his hold over her shoulders and stood up making Oliver's goal a whole lot easier. Y/N elbowed him slightly as he continued to try and claim his new space causing the boy to groan and finally relent. "Yes people, but come on! It's just a quick trip and besides it's The Rules."

"Ah yes, THE Rules. If one girl goes to take a piss, all must follow to hear it's tinkle," She drawled, raising an eyebrow. "Alright. I guessss I'll just follow the code or face the punishment of death by high heel to the head. Their very cute shoes, but that color doesn't go with my eyes."

The other girls laughed with Y/N as she finally relented, letting Louisa lead them away through the incredibly thick crowd. The boys were left behind to "guard" the drinks and make sure James Orville didn't steal any more chairs for his own table. If they'd look behind them, they'd have seen a smug Kent sitting down abruptly on Oliver's knees, keeping him trapped as Peter moved to tie the other boy's shoes together. 

Once in the toilets, Y/N, and Betty took the time to fiddle with hair or reapply lipstick while, Louisa, Eliza, and Nelly did their business. Out of the corner of her eye, Betty noticed Y/N looking at her with smirk. Her ruby red lips were partially hidden behind the drink she'd brought with her, but Betty could see she had something to say. 

"Alright. What is it you wanna say," turning to her friend, Betty raised an eyebrow in question at her glance. 

Y/N smirked wider now. "Oh nothing... Do you wanna try my drink," she offered, holding the caramel colored liquid forward. 

"Na, that's alright. I know how you am about sharing food. In fact I'm surprised you even offered," Betty reminded her with a smile. "You don't like putting your mouth on places where others' have been. Just the thought makes you ick, that what you said when Ollie stole your fork once. And if someone accidentally takes a bite of your food you'll avoid that area entirely, IF you even choose to finish it. I'm not gonna push you," Betty laughed good naturally at her friend's 'preferences' as she called them. 

For as impulsive and out of pocket as Y/N could be, she did have interesting a habit of being very picky so to speak when it came to matters involving things that came into contact with other people. If she offered to share food she'd practically get the person their own plate for even a single bite, and sometimes she didn't even want to touch the dishes other people used if she didn't know if they were clean. Though that may one have came from an old friend who had a habit of putting dirty dishes back with the clean ones. She'd even gotten her own set of different utensils once. And that was only some of the things she did involving just food. And while she knew it likely wouldn't do any harm, she just sometimes felt there was often something off about using the same utensils as someone else just had or taking a sip from the same cup someone else did. She couldn't explain why, it just was.

Y/N have a short huffing laugh of her own at the truth in Betty's words as she continued, "Besides, Y/N. I do kinda agree with you on the food thing. Sharing chips and sandwiches is fine by me, but when it come to drinks there's too much change of backwash. I don't want that from no one you know?"

There it was. The opportunity Y/N was hoping she'd find a window for.

"Oh, absolutely. Backwash is a total no go. But I gotta ask Betty Boo.....when did Peter become 'no one' to be exact?"

Betty froze for a second, like a great secret was about to be uncovered, before she composed herself again and put on a confused look. 

"What do you mean by that Y/N," commented Eliza, who had come out to the sinks and only heard the end of the conversation was also confused. Turning to Betty, Y/N gave her friend a smile that's wasn't mean or cruel, more like Y/N had finally found the evidence to put the pieces together for proof.

"Well, I noticed a moment when we were back out at the table. See, there were seven of us but only five drinks. Now I know Kent isn't drinking tonight to make sure you lot get home later, but that still leaves one drink missing. And I know you're drinking tonight because I noticed you've emptied that glass twice as fast as you usually do. But that's because it isn't just your drink," she gestured to the drink in Betty's hand as Louisa joined them, "And it's not Nelly's either, I know y'all share sometimes too, but she got her own tonight," Betty began to blush knowing they'd been caught by now, but still let her friend finish. "Then I noticed it," Y/N continued her deductions, "You happened to take a sip of your glass once before putting it down on the table. And who was it that tied to sneakily take the glass for his own sip while we were telling Oliver not to make faces at the man across the way?.... Our very own Peter Escott." 

Eliza gasped in astonishment, "Ohhh Betty! You're sharing drinks with Pete?!"

From the stall Nelly's own gasp and shout of "Betty's finally fucking Pete?" could be heard as she scrambled to get out.

All four girls looked at their friend, trying to hide their smiles as they waited for Betty's response. 

"Shit."

Oh. That wasn't the response they were expecting. Immediately Y/N felt bad about asking. Maybe she should have just ignored her observations.

"What? OOOh Betty did you not want me to po.." she started to apologise but Betty interrupted as she began to laugh to herself.

"No, no it's not that. You just made me loose the bet." Now the rest of the girls were confused.

"Bet?"

"Who's Betting?"

"Betty's been betting?"

"Badly betting if she lost too. OOHH WAIT, does this have to do with the bonfire? And Pete?"

Shaking her head once, Betty downed the rest of her (and Pete's) drink before cutting her losses and finally admitting the truth.

"Ok fine, I'll admit it. Yes I am going around with Pete now," Her confession being briefly interrupted by the joyous congrats and eager gasps of her friends. 

"Ahhhhhh"

"We knew it!"

"You two were always cute together."

"When did it happen? Give us all the details!!"

Betty, laughed again, slightly blushing at the story about to be told.

"So as you know Pete and I have always been close in a different way than we are with the rest of you. And I love all of you, but with Pete it's just a bit different. I guess that's why we use to fall behind a bit and talk. We could talk for hours and he listens and makes me feel like the most special girl in the world! But I wasn't sure if he felt the same way too and I was scared to ask. But then I guess he felt the same way because," She paused for second, reliving that moment from last week, "Then we had the bonfire last week. And well I realized I forgot my towel back by the river, right? And he offered to get it with me." The rest of the girls were surrounding a blushing Betty now, each eager to hear the story as she recounted her romantic tale. They'd have to be sure to tell Ruthie when they got back.

"And? What happened next?! Because we know you didn't just get the towel. Your hair was a mess, we want all the details!"

"Well, maybe not ALL the details but you know, enough." 

Betty have a small laugh before continuing, "Alright I'll give you the details but you have to be quiet. And promise not to tell the other boys, I'm not sure if Pete wants them to know yet." After they promised, swearing on the cry board, Betty finished her tale. "So we went down by the water and found the towel. But when we saw it I looked up and saw how pretty the stars were wanted to sit down for a bit. He agreed and there we were. Sitting by the water, side by side, looking at the stars. Then there was a shooting on so I decide to make a wish. And you know what happened after that. I saw Pete looking at me all funny. He got this weird look in his eye like he couldn't make a choice. And when I asked what what wrong he asked if he could try something. Well I thought he was gonna try skipping a rock, but you know what he did?"

A collective "What," echoed from the rest of the girls.

"He kissed me, right on the lips."

The small bathroom was filled with squeals and cheers of excitement as Betty's story reached the climax. 

"Ahhh Betty!! He kissed you!"

"Ohh on the lips!"

"He definitely loved you!!"

"I can already see the wedding!"

Suddenly their excitement was interrupted by a knock on the door and a gruff voice from outside.

"Everything alright in there? I heard yelling."

Maybe not humiliated, but still a little embarrassed their discussion could be heard outside, the girls were quick to reassure the man, "We're alright! Just a bit excited. Thank you though."

"Alright, well. Just be safe.... I guess," the man replies as he left, confused to what made the ladies room so exciting as he made his was back to his own table. Then the girls turned their attention back to Betty.

"So that's it? Y'all are finally together? That's brilliant," Y/N beamed, glad for her friend and that her observations didn't lead her astray. But evidently Betty wasn't done yet.

"Yes, but even that's not all. See when he kissed me I was a bit shocked and froze up. I mean, I liked it but I wasn't expecting it so I didn't know what to do. And when he pulled back I could see he thought he'd made a mistake. Like he thought I was gonna hit him for kissing me or that I didn't feel the same way. He looked like he was debating getting up and running away right there. So before he could I.... I grabbed him by the collar and held him there while I kissed him."

Another round of excitement was heard from outside at this new information.

"Oh Betty!! Look at you go!!"

"I bet he liked that."

"How long after that did you end up in the dirt?"

Betty rolled her eyes at Nelly's comment but still smiled at her friends. It felt good to finally tell them, even if she and Pete were having fun hiding it. There was something so enticing about a secret relationship no one else knows about, even if they all suspected it. But it was also fun to fawn over it with her friends. The girls gossiped about this new information for a while, before a few more women came in and they decided it was time to go back to the table. All of them left with grins and knowing smirks and they weaved their way back to the crowd. 

When they arrived, Kent was still sitting on Oliver's legs, unbothered, while Pete had moved behind him to hold his arms behind his back. It appeared they were having a discussion of their own with Pete whispering something real close to Oliver's ear. But upon seeing the girls he let go of his friend and the boys froze, with Pete pretending to be interested in his drink while Oliver and Kent attempted to sneak their own knowing glances between Betty and Pete. It didn't take a genius to figure out what they talked about. 

With a not displeased but still resigned sigh, Betty decided to do what she'd been wanting to all night. She scooted back into the booth before sitting on her boyfriends lap and giving him a kiss. Both the other boys' mouths dropped open in shock. Ok, so maybe they hadn't been talking the same thing when the girls were in the bathroom. After accepting the kiss Pete had pulled back eyes wide before looking at the rest of the group. He sputtered slightly not knowing what to say, he didn't know she'd finally told the girls. But before he could speak again Betty interrupted him.

"It's fine they know."

"They know?"

"Yep we know," Eliza interrupted, sitting down next to Betty again as the group moved to their original positions. Only this time, Betty remained on Pete's lap and now Y/N joined Kent on sitting over Oliver's legs as he still refused to move them. 

"Was it the sharing a drink that gave it away" asked Oliver, thinking back to his original observation that led to the boys' own discussion.

"Yep," popped Y/N, patting Oliver's chest in agreement. Evidently she hadn't been the only one to notice the couple's less than sneaky tactics. 

"Nice.... So now that the cats out of the bag for that fucking finally, who wants to go to the old water mill with me? I read a paper this morning about a foot that was found by the owner Saturday morning in the wheel. Sounds like a mysterious crime is a foot....Right? Get it? A Foot. Like they one found at the mill?"

Y/N gave a small snort as she hid her smile behind her hand, while the rest of the table groaned at Oliver's gruesome joke. She was absolutely glad she decided to see who it was sneaking through her window before swinging that day. If she hadn't then who's to say when such a great thing would have begun?

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