#🧸oneshots

[maxlarens]

drivers

max verstappen 📝 🧸 ⭐️ 📱

oscar piastri 📝 🧸 ⭐️ 📱

lando norris 📝 🧸 ⭐️ 📱

charles leclerc 📝 🧸 ⭐️ 📱

carlos sainz 📝 🧸 ⭐️ 📱

logan sargeant 📝 🧸 ⭐️ 📱

george russell 📝 🧸 ⭐️ 📱

jack doohan 📝 🧸 ⭐️ 📱

landoscar(+reader) 🏷️

[lightsoutletsgo]

the one where ollie lives alone (cl.16 x bearman!reader)

pairing: mainly ollie bearman x oldersister!reader for this part but there's a plenty of charles leclerc x bearman!reader here and there!

word count: 4.2k

warnings: a whole lot of stupidity mentions of death, seemingly angsty in some parts (you'll see what I mean) this might be one of my favourite parts I've written for any series ever 😭 it's so dumb but so funny (according to the people who proofread for me!) as always let me know what you think! your comments are always appreciated. happy reading! mimi 🤍

taglist: @arieslost @iamapersonwholikesunicorns

“Jesus Y/N, what the hell is in here?” Ollie wheezed as he staggered past you, arms straining under the weight of the box he was carrying. You rolled your eyes, “You’re so dramatic Ols, it’s literally just makeup.” 

“Is that the last box ma belle?” You turned and saw Charles in the doorway, staring at you fondly. “Mhmm! Everything else is in the van.” You held your arms out to him and he crossed the room, pulling you in by your waist and kissing you softly, “I can’t believe you’re finally coming home with me…” You smiled, looping your arms round his neck, “Me either,” He booped your nose with his own, a loud cough making the two of you jump apart as Ollie leaned against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised, “Are you two done being gross?” “Shut up dummy.” You punched his arm as you walked past him towards the front door. You inhaled deeply, it felt strange but exciting to be moving out and into Charles’ apartment. 

Behind you, Charles watched Ollie stare at you, looking like he wanted to say something. He quietly padded up behind the younger driver and nudged his arm,  “Are you going to miss her?” Ollie was startled but quickly scoffed, “Hmm? No way!” Charles gave him a pointed look, “I get the whole place to myself! I can’t wait!” Charles gave him a smile and punched his arm gently, “We’re only ten minutes away if you need us.” Ollie laughed, “Thanks but I can manage!” 

♯ incident 1 - the dishwasher ⊹.∿  As it turned out, Ollie could in fact, not manage. Mere hours after you’d left him, you found yourself sprinting back up the stairs, cursing the old apartment building for still not having an elevator. You reached the floor of your old apartment and checked the door to see if it was open, turning the handle and entering you called out, “Ollie? I got your text!” You poked your head into each room as you went, searching for him, “What’s the emer…gen…cy…” You trailed off as you reached the kitchen, Ollie staring up at you with wide eyes, crouching next to the dishwasher that was… pouring out soapy bubbles? “Ollie!” “I think I made a mistake.” He said dryly, suspiciously poking some of the bubbly foam next to his shoulder, “Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” You said sarcastically, thinking of a solution, “You put dish soap in didn’t you?” He nodded sheepishly, “There were no dishwasher tablets left so I just… thought on my feet?” You facepalmed and sighed, “Okay well, we need to- DON’T OPEN IT!”

You looked on in horror as Ollie pulled open the door and a torrent of soapy warm foam spilled out and all over the kitchen floor, creeping further into the centre of the room, was it… growing? You looked over at your brother to see him staring back at you with comically wide eyes. “So that’s why we don’t do that.” You said, face deadpan. Ollie giggled nervously, “Oops?” A snort from behind you had you turning round to see Charles filming the whole thing, “Oh some help you are babe.” Charles coughed to cover up his laughter as he put his phone away and entered the foamy bubbly monstrosity that was now the kitchen. “Somewhere under here there’s a bucket and mop.” “Ollie?” “Yeah?” “You’re going in.” 

♯ incident 2 - french toast ⊹.∿ A few days had passed since the dishwasher incident and you dozed in Charles’ arms, enjoying the lazy Sunday morning sun slipping through the bedroom curtains. The previous night’s activities had left you a little worn out and with no plans for the day, you had wordlessly agreed that a cosy day in bed was just what you needed. A shrill sound pierced the air and jolted both you and Charles awake. You scrambled to find your phone, as Charles groaned, hands rubbing his face as your hand came up to feel how quickly your heart was pounding. You glanced at the screen as your hand met your phone and you scowled, Charles rubbing your back and doing his best not to laugh as he saw who was calling you,  “Ollie Bearman, you better have a damn good reason for calling me this early on a Sunday morning.” There was a pause, “It’s eleven o’clock?-” “That’s not the point!” You sighed, “What do you need?” “Well, you see… I have a question.” “Go ahead,” “So I was making french toast right? And I followed the recipe exactly as you wrote it out! Right amount of eggs, milk and sugar.” “So what’s the issue?” Ollie sighed, “It won’t cook but it smells a bit smokey…” You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Then turn it down?” “I don’t know how!” “Turn the hob dial down dummy!” Ollie went silent for a second, “Did you say hob dial?” Alarm bells started ringing in your head, “Why would I adjust the hob when I’m using the toaster.” You froze for a moment before pulling your phone away from your ear and putting it on speaker, unable to believe what you were hearing, “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” Charles gave you a concerned look, sitting even closer to you and wrapping one arm around you while the other rubbed your knee comfortingly 

“I said, I’m using the toaster.” You stared at your phone, mouth slightly agape, “You’re making french toast in the toaster?” “Correct.” Charles snorted and choked back a huge guffaw of laughter as the hand he’d placed on your knee came up to cover his mouth, his face turning pink with how hard he was laughing, “Ollie! French toast isn’t made in the toaster!” “It’s called french toast!” You pressed the video button and changed the call to facetime. Your brother stared back at you, looking rather dishevelled, “That’s a rather deceiving name if you ask me!” You groaned, facepalming, “You make it in a frying pan” Charles was no help next to you as he wheezed silently, grabbing his own phone to record the conversation for later use and hilarity. “Well how was I supposed to know that?!” Ollie was indignant as he pleaded with you through the screen, “OLLIE! You’ve watched me make it hundreds of times!” He pouted through the screen letting out a little ‘hmmph’ “Well if you hadn’t abandoned me, we wouldn’t have this issue would we!” You rolled your eyes, “For the last time, I did not abandon you! I live a 10 minute walk away!” 

You sighed before laughing at your brother lovingly, “Alright then silly, head over for lunch and I’ll show you how to make french toast the proper way.” Charles snorted once more and you both burst into giggles as your brother scowled at you, “Stop laughing at me!” Ollie whined, you caught your breath and wiped your eyes, heart warm at the silly moment you knew would turn into a fond memory, “Uhhhh Y/N?” You looked back at the screen to where Ollie was turning the camera round to show you a sparking, smoking toaster, “I don’t think it should be doing that…” You cursed as Charles scrambled out of bed, pulling mismatching socks on as you grabbed a hoodie, “Change of plans Ols, we’re on our way!” 

♯ incident 3 - Gerald ⊹.∿ Things were peaceful for a couple of days after the french toast debacle - something you were more than thankful for, wrapped up in your perfect little bubble with Charles. Of course you continued to text Ollie, but there had been no major crisis that required your immediate attention. Until there was. 

It had been one of those long lazy days spent at home, until Charles had announced he was taking you to dinner and told you to get all dressed up. You’d slipped on one of his favourite numbers and he’d shown his appreciation more than once, sliding his hands round your hips and squeezing while you waited to be seated, pulling your chair out for you to sit down and sliding his hands down your arms once you were seated, moving his chair round the table to sit closer to you so he could place a slow smooch against your neck. You hummed happily as he fed you a mouthful of his dish, “I knew you’d like it!” You smiled at him, “I like most things you suggest…” He bit his lip as his eyes darkened slightly, “Is that so?” You nodded, eyelashes fluttering as your lids close, “What if I suggested something a little… more intimate?” You giggled, picking up your wine glass to take a sip and hide your face, too shy to keep the eye contact, “I wouldn’t mi-” Your phone blaring cut you off and you gasped, rushing to put your glass down as other customers in the restaurant glared at you, Charles chuckling quietly next to you, his hand resting on your thigh and rubbing soothingly. 

“Ollie I swear to go-” “He’s dead.” You heard your little brother sniffle and adrenaline kicked in, “Ollie, who’s dead?” You kept your voice as calm and quiet as possible, you heard him sniffle once more before a sob left his mouth. That was all you needed to hear before you were grabbing your clutch and nodding towards the door. Charles tilted his head and you mouthed your brother’s name. He nodded understandingly and rushed to pay the bill before you were both scurrying back to his car. As soon as you were buckled in you put your phone on speaker, “Ollie… Honey… what happened?” Charles also looked panicked as he heard Ollie’s choked sob, “He was fine and then he just… wasn’t.” “Who Ollie, who’s not fine?” You pleaded, “Ge-” You cursed as the call cut out, “It’s okay ma belle, his phone probably just died, we’re almost there okay?” You nodded, hands nervously twisting and wringing together in your lap. Charles eyes darted to your hands for a second before looking back at the road, one hand leaving the steering wheel to gently hold your hand in his. You looked at him and squeezed, a wordless thank you. 

As soon as Charles pulled up, you were racing out of the car, slipping your heels off and carrying them in your hand as you sprinted barefoot up the stairs of the apartment building. You reached the door and rang the bell, knocked, called his name, anything you could think of to attract his attention. The door opened slowly and it wasn’t Ollie that appeared but Arthuer Leclerc, looking ever so sombre, “Arthur?” Your eyes were panicked as you looked him over for any injuries or obvious isses. He simply held his hand out to indicate to you to enter and you slowly stepped through the door, “Where’s Ollie?” Arthur nodded, head down towards the ground and the panic rose in your chest again, “He’s in the living room, saying his goodbyes.” “Goodbyes to who?” You paced down the hallway and burst into the living room, your jaw dropping at the sight you saw.

Ollie stood in front of the coffee table that was lit with candles, dressed in a suit and your brain suddenly registered that Arthur had been dressed the same way. You were even more concerned when you saw Arthur’s girlfriend fully dressed in black,  standing next to Ollie with a comforting hand on his shoulder. You approached him slowly, arms opening and your expression softening as he turned to you with a red splotchy nose and red-rimmed eyes, he fell into your arms and you patted his back, gently shushing him, “What happened, Ols?” “He’s gone.” Ollie croaked out, “Who’s gone honey?” Your voice was gentle as you stroked his hair, the same way you did when he was younger and couldn’t sleep, “Gerald.” “Oh.” You said softly, “Was he a friend?” Ollie nodded and you held back a wince as he rubbed his snotty nose onto your shoulder, knowing he needed you, “He was such a good friend.” You led him over to the couch and sat down, his head falling onto your shoulder as you continued to play with his hair. 

You were aware of Charles appearing in the doorway and you gave him a brief smile, before turning your attention back to Ollie, “Would I know this friend?” Ollie nodded, his sobs quieting to sniffles, “You were his friend before I was.” Your stomach dropped as you frantically thought of who Ollie could possibly be referring to, feeling guilty that your mind was blank, “The funeral was lovely.” Arthur’s girlfriend nodded solemnly, a hand over her heart as the other hand came up to dab her eyes with a tissue, “The funeral has already happened?” You were confused as Arthur nodded, “Just before you got here.” Your eyes shot to Charles who was just as concerned and confused as you, “Wait, the funeral was here?” Ollie scoffed, “Well where else would it have been?” “Wait Ollie,” You held his face in front of yours, “Why was the funeral in your apartment?” “He wanted to be remembered in the place he was most happy…” Ollie sighed wistfully, his head turning to look at the coffee table once more. 

You squinted, focusing on a shape amidst the flickering candles and once more your mouth gaped as you stood up and stormed over to the other side of the room. “Ollie. Bearman.” You gritted your teeth, “Don’t tell me that this was all about a fucking cactus?” “Succulent!” Ollie snapped at you, wiping away a tear from under his eye, “He was a succulent,” He whispered as he looked down at the floor. Charles broke first, snorting in the doorway and you watched as he did his best to choke down his laughter, coughing and shaking his head, you watched as he excused himself from the room for a moment to force a solemn expression back onto his face. He returned but you could see the laughter threatening to bubble over as he took in the sight before him. Ollie, his younger brother and his younger brother’s girlfriend all dressed in black and in mourning for a succulent that sat sadly on the coffee table and looked like it had been watered a little too much.

“I’m glad you got here,” Arthur spoke up suddenly, “Oh goodie, do tell me why.” Your tone was sarcastic. “We’re about to do the funeral exit.” Charles was holding in his laughter so much that he now had tears streaming down his face and Arthur patted his back with a ‘there, there’ and handed him a tissue. “Arthur’s girlfriend has agreed to sing the exit song and we’re so thankful she has.” “Who is we Ollie?” You brow furrowed as you looked around the living room,  “I-I…” You sighed. “Go ahead.” You all stood still, heads to the floor as Arthur’s girlfriend launched into a rendition of ‘Memory’ from Cats, “Miiiiiiidniiiiiight, not a sound from the paaaaavemeeeent.” Charles quietly crossed the room to stand next to you, nudging you gently with his shoulder, “Interesting date night hmm?” You growled, “Don’t you dare encourage him.” Ollie approached you,  “Do you want to say your final goodbyes?” “Ollie, why would I care about a succulent?” He gasped, “It’s Gerald!” “Yes Ollie so you said, but why would I care that it’s name is Gerald?” Ollie shook his head, “Don’t even recognise your own friend…” Arthur tutted and even his girlfriend gave you a disapproving look as she continued wailing in the background, you mentally made a note to apologise to the neighbours the next time you were here during normal sociable hours. 

You rolled your eyes at your younger brother and stepped forward to ‘pay your respects’ to the succulent. Your eyes narrowed, “Oliver. James. Bearman. That’s MY fucking succulent!” “It was nice of you to wear black.” He continued, nodding towards your dress and Charles blazer and pants, ignoring your exclamation. “We were on a date!” You screeched, Charles once again powerless to help in any way, instead just collapsing with laughter. You growled as you lunged for your brother, “Ollie, I swear there will be a funeral tonight.” You hissed, “Yours!”

♯ incident 4 - spiderman ⊹.∿ After everyone had said their goodbyes to Gerald, he had been unceremoniously dumped into the rubbish bin and that had been the end of it. Ollie had promised to buy you a new succulent and had learned that they did not, in fact, require watering every day, and you now forever had ‘Memory’ stuck in your head. Once more, peace had been restored but you doubted it would last much longer. 

Your theory was proved correct when a few days later, your phone rang. An unknown number. You ignored it at first, all too aware of strange reporters and crazy fans who would do anything to get closer to Charles. You simply went back to reading your book, until your phone rang again. It was an unknown number still and you grumbled, rolling your eyes and answering quite snappily, “Yes? Hello?” The voice on the other end of the line seemed almost taken aback, “Umm excuse me is this Y/N Bearman?” You sighed, “Yes it is, no I won’t give you a quote and yes Charles is great in bed, goodbye!-” “No wait please! I’m from downstairs! You live in 10B yes?” You stopped as your finger hovered over the end call button and brought the phone back up to your ear, “Uhhhh I used to, yes, can I ask why?” “Oh, well there’s a man trying to climb onto your balcony and I was concerned that’s all.” Your stomach flipped, your mind rushing to thoughts of someone breaking in when your little brother was home alone, “I’ll come over now! My younger brother still lives there.” You raced to grab your keys and jumped into your car, deciding to get there as soon as possible rather than walk. Who was stupid enough to break in in broad daylight? You briefly considered calling the police but you were sure the idiot would be gone by the time you got there. Your car pulled up and you craned your neck to look up at the balcony of your old apartment. Your eyes widened and you gasped as you spotted that there was indeed a man hanging off of your balcony, “Holy shit,” You mumbled, scrabbling to open the door and race towards the apartment complex. The closer you got you squinted as you realised the hoodie looked ever so familiar. “Ollie?!” You yelled up and shrieked as your brother looked down at you, giggling nervously as his feet kicked back and forth as he desperately searched for a footing, “What the fuck are you doing?” “Uhhh I can explain!” He yelled back to you, “H-hold on, I’m on my way up!” You hurried up the stairs, once more cursing the lack of elevator as you finally reached your floor, unlocking the door and rushing through the apartment to french doors out onto the balcony. 

“What the fuck were you thinking?” You screeched, leaning over the balcony and diving to grab him and pull him up, “Ollie that’s so fucking dangerous!” “Look!” You heard a kid shout from the street below, “It’s Spiderman!” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "He wishes!" You paused for a moment to yell back, before resuming hauling your brother over the apartment balcony. “How did you even get up here? Why are you up here?” Ollie chuckled, panting slightly as he finally threw one leg over the ledge, “Funny story actually…” You raised an eyebrow, “Well please share,” “I forgot my key…” “I-” In your shock you almost let go of him and his scream attracted the attention of yet more passers by below, laughing and pointing at the odd sight they were witnessing. You smiled down awkwardly before turning back to Ollie once more, “Why didn’t you call me?” Ollie whined as you began to tell him off, “Because I didn’t want you to find out…” “Oh so this was a better idea- Ah!” You squeaked as Ollie tumbled over the ledge and onto the balcony. Landing on your stomach in a tangle of limbs, “Your foot is up my butt!” “Yeah well it wouldn’t be if you hadn’t been being stupid! Anyway, get your elbow out of my eye!” “Oh I’m sorry, I was making sure I wasn’t about to fall to my death!” You shoved Ollie off of you and led there on your back, panting, Ollie much the same,

“For the record, you are the shittiest spiderman there is.” “Thanks, that’s really boosting my confidence.” “Glad I could help.” 

♯ the resolution ⊹.∿ “We need more protection.” You announced loudly, stepping into the kitchen “Excuse me?!” Charles choked on his protein shake, cheeks turning pink and you heard Max snort on the phone, “God, no! You pervs… I meant like, we need protection from Ollie and his dumbass incidents.” Max cackled, “Charles has sent me the videos, I was dying at the dishwasher incident.” You groaned, crossing the room to stand next to Charles who sat at the breakfast bar. He grinned as you rolled your eyes at Max who you could now see was on facetime.  “Yeah, well I’m turning grey way sooner than I should!” You joked. You chatted with Max a little longer before Charles signed off with the promise of joining him to game later. 

You sighed, leaning against Charles’ side,  “What’s wrong ma belle?” You took another breath and paused, “I’m just… worried about Ollie…” Charles put his arm around you and rubbed your back soothingly, “What has you so worried mon amour?” His expression was warm and you knew he wasn’t angry with you, rather genuinely curious, “I just feel like… maybe he isn’t ready to live on his own yet?” Charles nodded at you and you took that as a signal to continue, “I mean, he’s always had me there to help him and I know someday he’s gonna have to get used to me not being there but I just feel like right now…” You trailed off with a sigh, “He still needs you.” Charles finished and you gave him a grateful smile and nodded. “But, I don’t wanna leave you. I love living with you and having you around and I love just... living life with you. Am I selfish for not wanting to give that up?” You bit your lip, moving away from Charles to pace the kitchen floor. Charles shook his head with a fond smile, 

“Ma belle… You’re not selfish for wanting to do something for yourself and I’m proud of you for wanting to pursue that, especially since it’s me you want,” he slid his arms around you as you stepped next to him and dragged you backwards to him, making you giggle, “but I also know that you want to be there for family and I can understand that, you guys are close, the same way that me and Thur are, probably even closer.” You hummed, leaning back against him, “Thank you for being so understanding.” You sighed, “Now I just need to work out how to fix it…” Charles smiled and turned you round in his arms, nudging your nose with his, “Well… we have a spare room?” 

Which is how you found yourself hauling boxes upstairs a week later, “Jesus Ollie, what the hell is in here?” You wheezed out and Ollie simply smiled at you, patting you on the head as he walked past you, arms empty, “You’re so dramatic Y/N, it’s literally just a few bits.” You poked your tongue out at him as he mimicked your words from just a couple of months ago. “Is that it mate?” Charles head appeared from behind the apartment door and Ollie nodded, as you finally conquered the stairs and planted the box down on the hallway floor. “Now let’s go over the rules one more time Ols.” He sighed, “Fine…” “Rule one?” You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow, “No dish soap in the dishwasher…” He grumbled, Charles chuckled, “Rule two?” “No cooking without supervision.” Ollie recited as you nodded, “Don’t worry, that rule applies to Charles too.” “Huh?!” “Shush baby, rule three?” You turned back to Ollie, “No watering the succulents unless instructed, no matter how sorry I feel for them.” You nodded, “I am not having a repeat of Gerald and the… funeral.” You shuddered, as Charles snorted before asking, “Rule four?” “Always call one of you two if I forget my keys…” “And?” You raised an eyebrow, “No climbing balconies under any circumstances.”  You clapped your hands together and smiled, “Good! Well I can’t think of anything else, can you?”

You turned to Charles who shook his head and Ollie who just shrugged, “In that case, let’s go! Pizza for dinner sound good?” The three of you walked into the apartment and the door to the hallway swung shut, your arguments about pizza toppings muffled through the door, but the happiness and love you felt for each other not dulled in the slightest.

[sacharinee]

hi m!!! what do you think about bf!pete getting his wisdom teeth out? and the reader taking care of him?? hed be so funny lmao xxD

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pairing: bf!peter parker x reader w/c: 750 a/n: hi anon!! thnk u for requesting i had sm fun writing this! :)

you’re sat at the dentist's office, cooped up in those uncomfortable chairs while you anxiously waited for your boyfriend’s surgery to finish.  

when peter ranted and moaned nonstop over his constant toothache, may decided enough was enough, and took it upon herself to set an appointment for her nephew. he wasn’t too keen on the idea. peter wasn’t afraid of anything ninety-nine percent of the time. dentists, however, wasn’t one of them. 

“can’t you stay here with me?” 

“stay? baby, no they’re gonna be drilling in your teeth.”

“but i-”

“and it’s gonna be bloody and nasty and i don’t wanna have to see all that.”

you turn towards him, only to come face to face with the boy’s horrified look, his eyes are wide and skin pale, mouth open in shock. you cringe at your response.

“but,” you stand, “you’re gonna do amazing, you’re gonna sit here and let the dentist do his magic.” you smile and lean down to plant a sweet kiss on his forehead.

“y/n/n, wait but-” you drop his hand on the way out, “bye, love you baby! be good!”

“y/n!”

two hours later swing by when a woman in navy scrubs comes to get you, announcing that peter is out of surgery. 

you knew that he would be high out of his mind on laughing gas, you just didn’t think it would be this bad. 

when you enter, the dentist is off to the side, looking over charts, packing a care bag for his patient.

peter’s head lulls towards your touch on his shoulder and slowly blinks at your presence. 

“hi baby, how you feeling?” you give him a beaming smile.

your boyfriend does his best to muster the same grin, but the amount of gauze in his mouth makes his rosy cheeks puff out, drool dripping down the corner of his mouth.

peter takes a moment to stare at you, “woaahh” he languidly slurs his words, “you’re so pretty.” 

you giggle at the comment when the boy gasps in horror, “wait, wait, i have a girlfriend, and she’s-” he looks up at you worriedly and slaps his forehead, “i’m in trouble.”

you can’t help but let out a laugh, he’s so dopey. 

your fingers touch the bottom of his chin gently and lift his head, “i’m your girlfriend, silly.” 

a loud gasp escapes peter as his face turns ecstatic, “get out!” you giggle at his reaction, the dentist glances over at you two and offers an admiring smile.

“so do we have sex?”

the awkward silence in the room kills you. 

your face blushes, as you shake your head and clear your throat, “peter, no.”

“no?!” he sighs in disappointment, “aw man.” your boyfriend pouts at the floor, “what have i been doing with my life.”

“oh my god, pete,” when the dentist turns away, you whisper and offer him a shrug, “sometimes we do.”

the delight on his face returns and his eyes go wide, “really?!”

the boy seriously has no filter.

as you’re packing his things, peter pauses and pokes his cheeks, “wait y/n,” he pauses, “my face kinda feels weird.”

you look around and hand him a mirror from the counter, “oh my god…” peter gingerly touches his face as you kneel down at him, “what’s wrong, baby?”

“my face… it’s so fat!” he’s got tears in his eyes and whining with a jutted bottom lip, “y/n,” sniffle. “will-” sniffle. “will you still love me if my face is so fat?” 

you roll your eyes and smile at his antics, “of course, i would.”

he seems pleased with your answer because he’s back to smiling. you go back to packing his things. “hey, mr dentist,” he woozily slurs, the gauze is practically spilling out his mouth, “d’you know i’m spider-man?”

you mentally facepalm at his obliviousness and mutter, “jesus christ.”

you turn to the older man who’s chuckling at his mental state and shrug, “he also thinks he’s luke skywalker from star wars.”

“but i am!-” “okay bug boy, lets go.”

“where we going?”

“home, sweetie.”

he gasps eagerly and raises his eyebrows at you, “to have sex?”

“oh my god.”

soon after the dentist explains and hands you everything he needs to recover, you guide peter to the car. 

he’s extremely dramatic. 

he’s got his hands around your shoulders, dragging himself on the floor, acting like he can’t walk - which he definitely can.

“peter, i know you can walk. c’mon help me out,” you beg.

“no, i can’t" he moans, "carry me,” he demands.

“what? no,”

“why not?”

“because you’re too heavy.”

and he’s crying all over again, “i knew it! you hate me 'cause you think my face is too fat!”

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ㅤ ↳ mcshizzleman SHORTCAKE?? ME???? I’M the shortcake? okay, princessa 😔🙂‍↔️ (and ikr 💓)

aphroditesfav.piper HELP THE MATCHING CAPTIONS I WILL ACTUALLY SCREAM AND DIE ‼️

ㅤ ↳ mcshizzleman sometimes, I have to check the username to figure out if it’s a fan account commenting or you 💀

ㅤ ↳ yn.yln leo stop 💀💀

sallysgoldenboy WHY ARE YOU KISSING HELLO STOP IT RN AND GET YOUR ASSES HOME AND STOP SPENDING MY MONEY

ㅤ ↳ chasingannie what’s ours is their’s, I fear, since we adopted them

ㅤ ↳ yn.yln who was gonna tell me we already got adopted 💀

ㅤ ↳ mcshizzleman I didn’t know either 💀💀

ㅤ ↳ yn.yln as long as we’re spending their money on getting hunger games and once upon a broken heart, it’s ok <3

yn.yln idk about you but about the caption?? think your name is ‘mine’ <3

ㅤ ↳ j.grace help, leo short circuited just now-

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aphroditesfav.piper weirdos in love?? send help.

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mcshizzleman wtf I date her?!!!!??? <3333

yn.yln WTF?? I date HIM????? <333333

sallysgoldenboy people in love are so weird

ㅤ ↳ chasingannie 😐

j.grace ALSO we should totally go to the new movie (sunrise on the reaping) next year TRUST

ㅤ ↳ aphroditesfav.piper BRO YES

ㅤ ↳ mcshizzleman YESSSSSS

ㅤ ↳ yn.yln DEFINITELY (I call dibs on dressing up as rue idc)

yn.yln also that ass should be illegal, valdez

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[teapartyprincess4two]

[NOT MINE!]

I’m so normal about this

[yuus-sentient-teddy]

The dust has settled. The threat was finally defeated. Classmates searched for their friends, high-fived the nearest ally, or collapsed against one another out of relief and exhaustion. A certain Ramshackle Prefect was doing the first thing and managed to find some of their friends after a few seconds of wandering.

"Guys!" Yuu hurried the best they could over to them, but the strain in one of their legs reduced them to hobbling.

Hearing their voice, their friends perked up and turned around.

The relieved smiles fell away, replaced with shock and visible gasping, and Yuu's grin fell with them. Why did their friends react like that?

They stopped just a few feet away and tried to catch their breath. "Guys, what's wrong?"

"Yuu," Epel slowly said, "stay right where you are." As he was saying this, he looked as though he was ready to bolt.

Beside him, Ace and Deuce were frozen in place with their mouths agape. Yuu was feeling panic rising within them seeing their friends like this. "What. . . ?"

Wow, they were really having a hard time breathing. The fight definitely took everything out of them, but the thing was, they felt fine when they regained conscious.

They stooped down, putting their hands on their knees to make it easier to breathe.

That was then they noticed something off.

Yuu pressed the side of their stomach. The cloth felt damp. Hesitantly, they reached behind. Their fingers touched two things that were next to each other, one of them cold and the other extremely sharp. The latter object caused them to flinch and pull away, and they felt something inside them shift.

No.

No way.

The world tilted to the side.

"Yuu!"

Multiple pairs of hands grabbed ahold of them. "Hey! Don't close your eyes!" Ace cried out.

Slowly, they were lowered to sit on the floor while a pair of hands gripped their shoulders to keep them upright.

"I'll go find someone!" Deuce said before sprinting off. With his speed, you wouldn't think he was exhausted from the battle just moments ago.

Ace muttered to himself and stopped when Yuu murmured something too quiet for Epel to hear. Whatever it was, it made Ace's face morph into despair and worry. He snapped out of it when their head fell forward and they slumped even more. Quickly, he asked Epel if his phone was working. Just as Epel reached into his pocket, an idea hit him.

"No, wait. Your--"

"Unique Magic!" Epel finished, raising his wand. "Ace, hold Yuu still!"

In a flash of light, the Ramshackle Prefect was contained in a floating glass coffin. Not a second later, Epel caught himself while gasping. "Are you okay--?" Ace's eyes widened. "Oh shit, your magestone!"

It was almost entirely black. ". . . At least I had enough to save Yuu."

"Professor Crewel!" Deuce's shout, though hoarse, echoed around the massive hall.

Crewel and a teacher were directing students to where another set of teachers would be waiting to guide them to the exit. His coat was long gone and he looked worse for wear, but he still managed to stand straight. With what magic was left, he temporarily numbed aches and pains; a little awkwardly but earnest and firm, he calmed down those who were coming down from the adrenaline of the fight or were about to let their panic overtake them. He was about to do the same for Deuce until--

"Yuu's been impaled!"

It took a moment for Crewel to process just exactly what the card soldier had said. By the time Deuce slowed to a stop, Crewel was composed enough to tell the other teacher to take over. To Deuce, he said, "Bring me to them."

The glass coffin stood out like a candle in a cavern and glowed like one too. Ace and Epel were sitting in front of it and staring without saying anything. Crewel wondered why the coffin seemed larger than necessary, but quickly understood when he got closer.

The arm of a chandelier was sticking out of Yuu's lower back--the coffin was accommodating it.

Despite how much pain it surely was causing, Yuu was peacefully asleep. If Crewel was any other person, he would have imagined that they were actually dead and this was some morbid capture of their corpse. But he wasn't any other person--he was a teacher and he had students who needed medical attention.

The coffin was able to be moved, thankfully. The pups were quick to get to their feet and followed Crewel closely to the exit. Anyone they passed gaped at the Prefect in the coffin, and Crewel barked at them to stop standing and come along.

He could hear Yuu's friends whispering right behind him.

"They said 'I'm not ready to die.'" Ace couldn't keep the tremble out of his voice. "Do they think we're just gonna let that happen?"

"I don't think they'd think that. They were probably just scared," Deuce said.

"I know. It's just. . . It keeps escalating. First winter break, then the whole thing with S.T.Y.X., and then Malleus's Overblot. What if they actually do die?"

There was no reply.

Crewel decided that was his cue. "It's foolish to promise absolute safety. Obviously, what has happened just now and throughout this school year is far beyond any person's expectations. But by their own skills and having a constant companion--I'll even indulge in the idea of luck as well--Yuu has managed to survive it all. As for you three and your other friends, you're doing enough by watching their and each other's backs."

"There is no way to predict what will happen to Yuu. But for now, you managed to buy them time. I suggest you focus on that instead of something that may not actually happen. As I said, Yuu has managed to survive it all."

It was silent. Crewel assumed they were thinking over his words, and he was proved correct when Ace said, "You know what, yeah. For someone who comes from another world, they've been getting through everything weirdly well."

The next conversation was about Yuu's toughness.

Being in full view of a horrific injury--and it was on one of his pups, to make it all more bitter--listening to the Prefect's friends cheering each other up was comforting.

[beomgyucoded]

Genre: Fluff, suggestive

Word Count: 2002

Warnings: Beomgyu with a guitar should be a warning itself, reader has small hands (smaller than Beomgyu’s at least), descriptions of making out Beomgyu is a little tease

Summary: You were supposed to hang out with your boyfriend yet somehow ended up receiving a guitar lesson and a lesson in patience.

You got to his dorm right when he ended his live, greeted with the sound of his soft sighs and the sight of him getting up from the floor.

“Perfect timing,” he said and grinned, arms finding your waist and wrapping you up in a warm embrace.

You melted into his touch and wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers naturally making their way to play with the ends of his hair.  

“Actually, Soobin told me you were in the middle of doing a live. So I was with him and Yeonjun while I was waiting for you,” you admitted, your eyes flitting to his guitar on the couch.

“Were you playing guitar on live?” you asked softly, eyes sparkling up at him. 

He let out an overdramatic gasp and put a hand over his heart. 

“You didn’t watch?” a feigned hurt expression now on his face. 

You rolled your eyes playfully and took his hand away from his chest, gently bringing it back to your waist, already missing his warmth. 

“You told me not to watch, ‘cause you get all shy knowing that I am,” you reminded him. 

“Since when do you listen to what I tell you not to do,” he mumbled with a pout and let go of you, taking a seat on the couch. He picked up the guitar, bringing it to his lap and you watched with undivided attention as his fingers began to strum random chords.

“I can watch now, will you play me something please?” you asked him sweetly, moving to sit next to him. 

“Oh, so you want a private show?” he laughed, his lips turning upwards into a small smirk. Despite his teasing tone and smirk, you were still able to see the way his ears blushed red at your request.

You sat crisscrossed on the couch, facing him, and nodded.

“Please?” You asked again, drawing out the word a little and giving him a look you knew he couldn’t resist. 

He blushed again, not trying to hide it this time, and looked away from you. He couldn’t say no to you. 

“Any requests?”

“You can play anything, just as long as you sing too,” 

He smiled endearingly at you and shook his head in an attempt to move his hair away from his eyes. You saw this and leaned forward, gently brushing his hair away from his face. You met his gaze and you both blushed, still getting shy around each other even after all this time. You couldn’t help it, seeing him gives you butterflies the same way it did the first time you laid eyes on him. 

With his hair out of his face, for now, he sat back comfortably and began to strum. You recognized the melody of “Maze In The Mirror” right away and just watched him in awe. He kept his eyes on you as he played and sang, feeling more nervous than when he was live. 

He finished playing the song and you started to applaud loudly, knowing how shy it would get him. You were right, he was a blushing mess and couldn’t look you in the eye which caused you to laugh at him. 

“I wish I could play the guitar,” you pouted, hands carefully reaching out to touch the strings. 

His eyes lit up hearing that, and you were sure you’d be able to see a lightbulb go off over his head if it were possible. 

“Let me teach you,” he said, excitement evident in his voice. 

Your eyes widened slightly as they shifted from him to his guitar and then back to him. 

“R-right now?” You sputtered out. 

He only smiled and nodded, holding his guitar out for you to take while scooching closer to you. You hesitantly took the instrument from him, setting it in your lap and placing your hands where you saw him put them. He watched you curiously to see how far you could get on your own and chuckled when you looked up at him confused. 

“How do I play chords?” you asked him quietly, afraid of sounding utterly stupid.

 He could only laugh, his eyes full of love as he tried moving your fingers to splay out against the fret of the guitar, but to no avail. 

“Well if your fingers would cooperate, this would be a C chord,” he said softly, trying again to place your fingers on the right strings in the right fret. 

You sighed loudly after about forty minutes of trying, your patience wearing thin and you could tell he was growing disappointed in himself for not being able to teach you. 

“Beomie, this isn’t working. Your instruction is great, my hands are just too small for this,” you frowned, holding the guitar out for him to take it back from you. 

He wasn’t one to give up though, he was persistent and that was one of the things you loved about him. 

“I have an idea, come here,” he said after thinking for a bit and he pulled you closer to him. 

He set the guitar down and pulled you onto his lap, holding you close, your back pressing against his chest. You held the guitar in your lap again, this time sitting in Beomgyu’s lap with his hand on the fret and your hand holding a pick to the strings. He positioned his fingers the way he tried to position yours and motioned for you to strum, which you did, the sound coming from it not sounding right. You tried again, playing it better this time, the slight progress motivating you to continue. Eventually, you recognized the familiar tune of “Skipping Stones” (barely) and you smiled. 

“I knew you could do it,” he said proudly after you finished playing the song. 

You giggled softly, “You did most of the work though.” 

He ran a hand through his hair then rested his chin on your shoulder.

“But you were the one that actually played it,” he quipped back, pressing a soft kiss to the crook of your neck which caused you to jump. 

It also caused you to shift his lap, the air around you suddenly becoming hot. The proximity was distracting, and you tried your absolute hardest not to let it get to you earlier while he was “teaching” you. But now, he wasn’t teaching you, it felt like he was teasing you. You turned your head to look at him, your eyes locking with his, and you couldn't help the way your breath hitched in your throat. His eyes were dark, filled with a desire that made your heart race and made you think he wanted you to sit in his lap for more than just the impromptu guitar lesson.

He moved the guitar to the floor, his hand now on your waist pulling you even closer to him. You could feel the hardness of his body pressed against your backside, and you knew he could feel the way your body was reacting to his touch. He held you firmly in place, his lips moving to your earlobe, nibbling on it gently before whispering, "Let me teach you something else." His breath was hot against your skin.

You turned your head slightly, trying to catch his lips with your own, but he pulled back teasingly, a smirk on his face. 

“Patience jagiya,” he whispered again.

You could feel his lips ghosting over your neck, his breaths becoming labored as he teased you with light touches and small kisses.

He wanted to teach you about patience?

This felt more like torture. 

“Beomgyu, just kiss me–” you pleaded, but he still wouldn’t give in. 

He knew you loved his lips on you, and he was doing everything he could to keep his own from yours. He pulled back, his hand still holding you close to his body. You knew he was up to something, but you couldn't resist his touch. His lips moved down your neck, leaving small kisses and light touches that sent shivers down your spine. You gripped onto him tightly, your body trembling with anticipation. 

"Please," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

 You knew he could hear you, though, and you could feel the way his body responded to your plea. He shifted his body slightly, moving you so you were now straddling him. He continued his teasing for another moment before finally giving in.

He pressed his lips against yours softly, the kiss starting innocent and sweet. Your hands gripped his hair, slightly tugging on the strands, fingers finally able to roam through his hair, which you did lovingly. The kiss intensified, almost as if he was trying to devour you, but you didn't care. You wanted it just as much as he did. You pressed yourself against him, not wanting to break for even a second but you needed to breathe. You pulled your face away from his and he looked at you questioningly, his breathing heavy. You were both breathing heavily, but when you looked into his face, you knew you couldn't stop now. Your lips met again and this time you felt his tongue slip into your mouth.

His hands trailed up your thighs, and you felt his fingers dig into your skin with a fervor that matched your own. As the kiss deepened, his grip tightened, and you couldn't help but moan softly into his mouth. His hands moved up to your waist again, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss even further. You could feel the heat emanating off of him, and it only served to fuel your already intense desire for him. 

This time he was the one who pulled back, panting heavily.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do that?" he asked breathlessly.

You smiled softly at him, brushing a strand of hair out of his face. 

"Teach me how to play guitar or make out with me like that?” you teased, a small giggle escaping your lips.

“Both,” he chuckled, kissing the tip of your nose.

You smiled widely and scooted closer to him, burying your face into his neck. His arms wrapped around you, the warmth of his body making you feel completely at ease. 

“Let’s watch a movie.” 

You smiled, nodding your head in agreement while climbing off his lap and settling next to him on the couch. He gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek before moving to the side to pick up the remote from the end table, turning the TV on with the volume low. He grabbed the blanket from the floor, pulling you under the warm fabric. He pulled you tightly against him, his chin resting on the top of your head as the movie began. The feeling of his warmth against you was absolute bliss, the movie acting as background noise because you could only pay attention to him. At the same time, he looked at you, suddenly growing shy as he caught you staring. 

“Something else on your mind?’ he asked softly.

“Just wondering about what else you want to teach me,” you replied with a smirk.

You could feel the way his body shivered against you, and you pulled the blanket tighter around the two of you, snuggling your face into his chest.

"I'm sure I can think of something," he replied with a mischievous grin.

You smiled softly and you could feel his heartbeat against your ear as you laid your head on his chest, your hands kneading his sweater gently. The movie played in the background, but you still didn't pay it too much attention. All you could think about was Beomgyu, and how happy he makes you. You didn't think you could be this genuinely happy.

“I love you,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

"I love you, too," you replied, kissing his chest lightly. "A lot."

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[inkluvs]

hi love !!! first i just wanna say ur celebration is so freaking cute!!!!! the little blueberry divider is so adorable oh my goodness <3

anyway !! for ribs can i please request — [ STEAL ] while sharing a meal, sender steals a bite of receiver’s food — with eddie !!!! <3

switch with me

hiii my love i hope this is okay i had soo much fun writing this i'm so sorry this is so short </3 tw: food ; eddie being bf ; nicknames ; (0.2k)

eddie munson x fem!reader

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Eddie has always been one to order something new off of each new menu he comes across, no matter how unappetizing the dish sounds or even if he knew from past experience he wouldn’t enjoy it. Because according to him, each dish deserves a fair chance in my tummy. You don’t argue with that, because how could you? If he wanted to give a fair chance to every dish, who were you to stop him? You can only tell him that if he doesn’t end up liking it, you wouldn’t let him have any of yours.

You always do.

“Ed,” you scold him.

“What?” He replied, the word muffled with the bite of your food he’d taken. 

You stare at him, watching him chew and swallow before you burst into a fit of laughter. Eddie joins you, his nose crinkling with the force of it. The other couple in the restaurant is staring at you now, not with any judgment, more so curious of what sort of inside joke the two of you could be sharing right then. You doubt they’d be so interested if you’d explained the situation.

“Eddie,” you pant between fits of giggles. “D’you wanna get your own?”

He pouts. “Part of what makes the food so good is that it’s yours.”

You can’t tell if you find that adorable or not.

“Switch with me then? You eat half and give it back and I’ll do the same with yours.” He nods enthusiastically, sliding his plate over to you. You slide yours back and he starts at it immediately, his cheeks splitting in a grin.

You let him have all of it.

[pieroulette]

Orphans Series ; Eden's Lullaby teaser art

"Look after them as if they're your own."

The atmosphere was horribly heavier than it was an hour ago, causing the veins on her neck to tense profusely. And it didn't helped how the vintage grandfather clock was strangely working perfectly fine, just like how the manor appears to be a downright wreckage on the outside, yet a speck of dust was nowhere to be found in the inner rooms.

It bothers her how the pendulum swings in constant motion that if she were to look in a little more, she was afraid that something else might emerge out of it too.

Snapping out of her thoughts, (Name) hesitatingly slipped her shaky fingers around the door handle, dreading of what was behind the door.

An eight tall foot men in a complete black attire with a spear so large in his hand it could slice your body into two was what she imagined.

A spooky creak resonated.

Only an empty air, a view to the main entrance, and a cool breeze whirled across (Name)'s face that it had her scrunching her nose in response, looking down only to see a brown envelope laid beneath the porch, strikingly similar to the ones she found in the streets yesterday, the very awful reason of her standing in this territory with illogical phenomenons today was not something she appreciated.

'Welcome, Ms. (Name).'

It was written much to her yet another horror and displeasure, and she didn't even bother to waste another minute of her life to read the entire exhausting paragraph that filled up the entire paper, only skimming as fast as she can with a sigh emitting from her lips.

Though a certain paragraph at the very end had her eyes freezing immediately, skipping a few blinks to make sure that she wasn't imagining it.

'Please look after them as if they're your own, please do abide by the rules as we cannot be certain for sure that if you were to break any of them, that not a single consequences would not fall upon you. Your job is only done when they've fully grown into their adult form.'

date : 26112023 // writing and art is mine.

[tazumii]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 🥂🥡 . sky high

﹙sky high﹚🥂🥡 soukoku — bungou stray dogs. ⟶ current canon ; fluff. ☆ ; mentions drugs.

WC: 884

― "okay, let's get you another glass of water," dazai said with a soft chuckle, hopping up and sitting on the edge of the counter next to his partner with a half-filled glass in his hand. his partner, chuya, had been mindlessly giggling and flirting with dazai all evening, after the latter had found half-smoked drugs on the floor near the counter.

the smaller man looked up at dazai as he sat next to him, his pupils dilated and his eyes sparkling as he laughed.

"but i don't want water," he slurred. "water's gross.."

without giving dazai any warning, he flopped into his lap, his head resting against his thighs. he gazed up at the taller man, his hair falling around him and framing his sickly-looking face.

"i know it's gross," dazai chuckled, playing along with the drugged man. "but unless you want to crash and feel the effects worse than you will, you need to drink. come on."

chuya raised a hand up, holding dazai's cheek and rubbing his thumb against his skin.

"you're so pretty.." he murmured. "you're, like.. gorgeous.. like a god."

dazai's face warmed slightly as a faint blush formed on his cheeks, and he exhaled a laugh.

"why, thank you," the brunette replied. "you're quite handsome yourself."

chuya gave an open smile, his dilated pupils widening slightly.

"oh my god.. we should get married," he suddenly declared, sitting up in dazai's lap and looking at him seriously. "you wanna get married? let's get married!"

"woah, woah, slow down there, sweetheart," dazai laughed, holding chuya's face in his hands. "we can't just get married like that."

"yes we can! let's get married!" chuya exclaimed, wriggling out of dazai's hold and flopping onto the floor. he scrambled to his feet, desperately searching for something.

"you can't marry me without getting engaged to me first, chuya," dazai called out, laughing.

"then i'm gonna engage ya!" chuya yelled back, fumbling in his pockets before shouting in triumph and holding up a can tab. "gotcha!"

"you really aren't going to propose to me with a can tab, are you?" dazai grinned, unable to hold back his laughter.

"yes, i am!" chuya huffed, clumsily climbing back onto the counter and sitting on his knees in front of dazai. "and it's a ring, not a can tab!"

"it's a can tab, darling," dazai chuckled.

"no it's not!" chuya insisted. "samu, my boyfie, will you engage me?"

dazai laughed at the struggled wording and the slurred speech, running a hand through chuya's messy ginger locks.

"yes, i will engage you. but the right term is marry," he said, smiling. "hear that? marry."

"then will you marry me?" chuya asked.

"yes, i will," dazai grinned.

"okay, good," chuya huffed. "now, gimme your hand," the ginger demanded, taking dazai's hand and pulling it towards his face.

the smaller man stuck his tongue out in concentration, narrowing his eyes as he carefully slid the can tab onto dazai's ring finger.

"there!" he exclaimed once he had finished, beaming triumphantly. "now we're married! and we're gonna have a wedding, and cake, and confetti and tuxedos!"

"yes, yes, we are indeed," dazai chuckled, patting chuya's head. inwardly, his boyfriend's demeanor reminded him of an excitable young child; something neither of them really got to be. it was.. endearing, to say the least.

chuya giggled excitedly, moving closer and latching on to dazai's waist.

"my husband," he hummed. "mine."

"yes, i am yours," dazai smiled, rubbing his hand up and down chuya's arm in an affectionate manner. "and i'm your fiancé, chuya, not your husband. not yet."

"fi-what-sé?" chuya murmured, looking back up at dazai with half-open eyes.

"fiancé. in the middle of boyfriend and married," dazai explained with a chuckle. "you get it? fiancé."

"fiancé," chuya repeated slowly. "huh.. that has a nice ring to it."

"it does, doesn't it?" dazai smiled. "you're my fiancé."

"well, you're my fiancé," chuya huffed.

"okay, okay, darling, you win," dazai exhaled a laugh, tucking chuya's hair behind his ear as the smaller man nuzzled against him.

"good. i always win," chuya said quietly.

at the sudden softness of his partner's tone, dazai looked down in concern, his smile turning into a worried frown. he lifted chuya's head in his hands, tilting his chin to get a better view of his face. the ginger's face had grown ghostly pale, his eyes were barely open and he overall looked sick. dazai could only assume the high of the man's drugs were wearing off now, and he would begin to feel the after effects.

"chuya, dear.." he said softly. "are you feeling alright?"

chuya murmured incoherently, shaking his head slightly.

"what's wrong, darling? what feels bad?" dazai asked, wrapping his arms around the other's waist and pulling him into his lap.

chuya just made a soft noise, collapsing against dazai's chest and passing out cold. at first dazai felt a jolt of panic through his body, but at the realization that chuya was just resting from exhaustion, he exhaled a breath of relief and just held him close. he rubbed gentle circles on the ginger's back, his other hand loosely around his waist to hold him in place. he rested his chin on the smaller man's head, resting his eyes and letting his own eyelids fall shut for a moment.

chuya was coming down now, but it wasn't all bad when he was sky high. at least for dazai, anyway.

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[4am-enha]

plz tell me heeseung and yn get their happy ending :((

note: okayyyy, just for you <3 thank you for reading late summer lovin’! muah! xoxo

college was tough.

nobody ever really talked about how draining it could get- even after just a few semesters.

you felt lonely. so lonely.

the other students on campus weren’t very social, or open to making new friends, so it was hard for you. of course you had your roommate, but they were almost always out or at class when you were back at your shared room. your schedule just didn’t match up and there wasn’t much you could do to help that. you had tried clubs, events, gatherings, but still struggled to make a good friend.

feeling lonely made you think about your friends back home. you thought of them often, especially one of them. you commonly caught yourself reminiscing on the memories you had made throughout high school. how unforgettable the summer after graduation had been. you missed them all so dearly.

you strolled silently back towards your depressing looking accommodation with a heavy heart. the things you would do just to be with your old friends again. you needed them the most right now. you sighed.

simultaneously, your phone began to buzz aggressively in your pocket, snapping you out of your moping. it was jungwon. he hadn’t called in a while. immediately, you picked up.

you stared at the faces on the screen for a minute in disbelief. it was almost too coincidental for them to call while you were thinking of them. it was your friends, well some of them.

“hey guys what’s the occasion?” you giggled.

“we just wanted to call to let you know we sent you a gift,” jungwon smiled through the phone screen.

“yeah it’s a really special one y/n,” jake yelled from afar, slightly hidden behind jay.

“oh! but why?”

“it’s for your birthday, and because we miss you,” jay answered.

“just let us know when you get it okay?” jungwon flashed a small thumbs up and ended the call.

you looked at your phone with wide eyes for a moment, confused but pleasantly surprised your friends were eager to call you and send you a gift. they were so sweet for remembering your birthday was coming up. curiosity started to kill you. you needed to know what it was.

you rushed back to your accommodations mail room, hoping it’d be there. it wasn’t. guess you’d have to wait a little longer. that sucked.

once again, you headed back to your room, expecting your roommate to be out per usual routine. however, the lights were on. were they sick today or something?

you took out your keys and opened your room curiously, wondering what had happened for them to not be out- but you were met with another face. a face nobody could have forgotten.

“oh thank god i got the right room,” the boy you had missed so dearly, sighed in relief with a cheesy smile right in front of you.

“heeseung?” you stood in your spot frozen as if you’d seen a ghost. you were being delusional. there’s no way he could be here right now. right?

“hey y/n.”

you rushed over to him, clinging onto him as if you were to let go, he would disappear. tears fell without hesitation. you hated crying in front of others, but you didn’t care right now. you couldn’t control the loud sobs that left you.

heeseungs grip tightened around you. your face buried onto him. his strong cologne suffocating you. god you had missed it so much.

“well, that’s not the reaction i was expecting,” heeseung began, “happy early birthday y/n.”

“how did you get here? how long will you stay? please tell me you aren’t leaving yet,” you cried out dramatically.

“relax, we have time. we need to catch up anyway,” he ran his palm over the top and back of your head, comforting you. he smiled to himself. he had really missed you. he took in every second of holding you again.

“you really came to see me?” you sniffled.

“of course i did. i’ll come visit you whenever i can- i told you that! did you not believe me?” he chuckled lightly.

“i don’t know,” you shook your head.

heeseung held your face, forcing you to look at him,

“nothing could ever stop me seeing you, love.”

[gothiic-piink]

HELLO!! will you write some SuMoa angst with a fluffy ending?

hi anon‼️‼️ and ofc, sumoa angst to fluff in session <3

(tw: periods, mentions of cramps and headaches, mentions of pads. *if this makes you uncomfy I understand, just don't send me hate.*)

(please note that this is a fictional setting and scenario, i'm not sexulizing the girls in any way, shape, or form. happy reading! ♥︎)

♥︎ suzuka nakamoto x moa kikuchi ♥︎

☆ the vocalist hummed as she walked down the hall to her and moa's bedroom, her expression shifts as she hears a soft sob and sniffle coming from inside.

suzuka hurriedly but quietly opened the door, a small lump was shuffled underneath the colorful blankets. now knowing the source of the noise, suzuka slowly made her way over to the queen sized bed and sat down at the edge.

"moa, honey, what's wrong?."

the dancer sniffed again before slowly peeking her head out, tears stained her cheeks and her hair a mess. suzuka's heart broke at the sight of her beloved so upset.

"period, cramping, it hurts.." moa whimpered, reaching out to softly tug on the other's sleeve. suzuka frowned, and softly cupped her cheek. "I'm sorry, lovebug. do you want or need anything?."

moa smiled sleepily at her lover, "the heating pad, and my strawberry milk, please?"

suzuka smiled and kissed moa's forehead, "of course, hun. I'll be right back," she gave moa one last peck before standing and starting towards the door before she turned around again.

"did you put a pad on, love?"

moa nods, "I put one on last night before bed just in case since I had a headache all day. I think I started while I was sleeping.."

suzuka smiled, "okay dear, just making sure." she hummed before turning around and walking back down the hallway to the kitchen to grab the items moa asked for.

a few moments later she walked back over to the bed with the heating pad in one hand and a milk box in the other. the vocalist slid underneath the covers, moa immediately snuggling against her girlfriend's side. suzuka gently set the heating pad on moa's abdomen under the comforter. she then opened the beverage and handed it to moa.

the dancer let out a soft hum and started drinking the cool and soothing drink through the straw. suzuka grabbed the remote from the bedside table and turned the TV mounted on the wall on.

"you can pick what we watch, lovebug." she said softly, making moa smile. "love live, please.."

suzuka smiled, and opened the anime streaming service to find the idol series. the two of them cozy in eachothers embrace and comfort. ☆

[itsmarsss]

mars making me blush at Lucifer 🤭🤭 can’t wait to see the rest 🫶🏼

~🧸🍃

lmaooo ok the reactions are pasing the vibe check ill keep on with itt

[kozumesphone]

hi hi hi can i please get a percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite reader?? basically she’s all about the love part of Aphrodite and she’s talking about it constantly and he’s her friend and kinda realises like oh wait i’m in love w her

does that make sense?? also can i get a moodboard w it?? <33

thank you and ily!

masterlist

💌┊��˚⊹꒷ BROOKLYN BABY .ᐟ

⤷ percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite!reader ‧₊˚ ⋅

ᝰ. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 . . . percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

ᝰ. 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 . . . y/n constantly yaps about the idea of love to her best friend, percy, and he realises he has feelings for her. (annie’s y/n’s close friend too! i’m too nice to make her an angry b </3) also!! y/n has brown eyes solely bc brown eyes are pretty asf and not talked about enough <3 + ft. best friends to lovers, minor gods dissing (like one time), y/n reading the cruel prince (not directly mentioned), percy having an ‘uh oh, i’m in love’ moment, and a book bouquet. p.s. moodboard at the end!

ᝰ. 𝐤𝐞𝐲 . . . y/n: your name | y/l/n: your last name | n/n: nickname

ᝰ. 𝐰𝐜 . . . 1.4k

ᝰ. 𝐚/𝐧 . . . hdkwjdkw 1/8 asks complete lmao. this req was so cute!! I love reading the ‘moment of realisation’ dialogues in books, but it was especially fun to write it for the first time. it was a little weird to write only bc i’m a cabin 3 kid irl but it’s okay 😭 for the sake of a fluffy fic, I powered through, guys <3

2 years ago . . .

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

“some kid killed a minotaur!” a hermes cabin demigod yelled from near the dining pavilion. glancing up from our glasses of soda, annabeth and I turned towards the voice. “he’s a new one!”

we looked at each other, wondering which god couldn’t keep it in their pants again.

suddenly, a few apollo kids ran out from the infirmary towards the arch near thalia’s tree.

“the new kid’s probably clumsy,” annabeth said.

“he killed a minotaur,” I shot back.

“hey, you can be dumb and strong at the same time.”

“uh huh. whose child do you think he is? I bet it’s one of the big three.” I said.

“no way, they have a pact, remember-”

“do you really think they actually follow that, annie?” I snickered at her.

in a while, an unconscious boy about their age was carried into the infirmary. I only caught sight of his black hair, and dishevelled and bloody look. I decided to visit him the next day to check up on his condition.

the rest of the day was spent reading in my cabin, while my sisters tried new makeup products on our brother, which was quite funny, really.

throughout the next week, I left the warmth of my bed to visit the new kid—percy jackson—in the infirmary. he had begun to regain consciousness.

“who are you?” he asked, sharply inhaling a breath.

“oh, hey,” I smiled at him. “i’m y/n y/l/n. daughter of aphrodite.”

“right. daughter of aphrodite. a goddess,” he repeated slowly.

I realised that no one had explained about camp half-blood to him yet, and took that job upon myself after calling out for will and letting him know that his patient was awake.

“so, there’s gods and goddesses. and monsters. and everything in the greek myths you were taught? they’re all real. at camp half-blood, we’re all demigods—the children of a god or goddess and a mortal.” I continued to explain to him how the demigod world worked, remembering to talk about the mist, the gods, the cabins, and everything else.

I expected him to not believe me, and call me names (like the other new campers) for lying, but he took it like a champ. he nodded at me, sitting up properly, and asked for something so his arm would stop paining. I immediately got will to help him.

the next week, when I was out by the beach, reading my romance novel about a mortal girl and a faerie prince falling in love after being enemies, I heard sand shifting around behind me.

“who-” I turned around.

“hey, y/n, right?” percy asked, walking closer.

“ah, you remember,” I said, a smile growing on my face.

“well, yeah. you’re really just the only person who has spoken to me normally… and not like I was some intimidating and scary… thing,” he said, running his hands through his already dishevelled hair.

“come, sit down.” I patted the sand beside me. he took his place there, sitting down with his legs criss-crossed.

“what are you reading?” he asked.

I explained to him the plot, setting, characters, and everything about the book I was reading for the next few hours.

we sat there till dusk, watching the sun set into pretty hues of pink, purple, and orange.

“it’s so pretty, isn’t it?” I asked.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

“yeah, it is.” I replied to her, eyes fixed on her side profile.

wow. she’s so beautiful.

timeskip: present

“perce!” y/n called loudly, running towards me.

“heyyyy! n/n, you’re back! how was the quest? did you get hurt or anything?” I asked, hugging her, and then moving back to scan her for injuries.

“i’m fine, perce, all good. I got will to check me out and he cleared me,” she said, grinning. her face was swiped with dirt and grime, but she still looked like she was an ethereal princess who walked out of one of her books. “what? have I got a lot of dirt on my face?”

“nah, you’re cool. ‘s pretty.” I said, and she laughed—my favourite sound in the entire world. “and anyway, you need to change out of these clothes and meet me outside your cabin. I have something for you.”

“what is it?”

“that’s a surprise-”

“I hate surprises.”

“you’ll like this one,” I winked at her, as she laughed again.

timeskip

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

I changed into casual loose sweatpants and a shirt since it was summer.

ah, summer. one of most romantic seasons ever. the breeze whipping around a girl’s hair, as a boy runs towards her with flowers. the sunlight falling onto their faces as they share a kiss. watching the sun set in pretty shades everyday with each other. that was summer.

everything about it reminded me of percy. watching sunsets, seeing the sunlight fall on his face after he gets out of the water. the flowers, now dry, that he gifted me for every special occasion.

it was hard to admit that I liked him more than I would like any friend. i’d never picked up any hints from him, that might’ve signalled that he liked me, no matter how many of my siblings told me he did.

all friends hold hands, right? and all good friends wish each other a good morning and good night everyday. what was so special? the flowers?

“hey, n/n!” percy’s voice dragged me out of my thoughts. he was dressed in loose shorts and a hawaii button up, and my gods, he looked so gorgeous.

“perce! at least tell me where we’re going now,” I groaned.

“nuh-uh. a surprise is a surprise.” he brought out a blindfold and handed it to me. I raised my eyebrow at him. “put it on. i’ll take you there.”

“I swear to gods, if this turns out to be a prank-”

“shh, it won’t. now put it on,” he promised.

I walked closer to him and put on the blindfold, and he turned me around a few times to make sure I wouldn’t figure out where we’re going. I scoffed at his childish actions.

as he was standing behind me, I felt his warmth on my back. he took my arms at my side and urged me to walk ahead.

he manoeuvred me in different directions and finally stopped after a while.

“you ready, princess?” he asked. the nickname did something to cause butterflies in my stomach.

“yeah,” I whispered.

he took off the blindfold, and it was too bright for a second. I shielded my eyes and groaned, before letting them adjust to the harsh sunlight.

I looked around and saw a huge, fluffy blanket laid down on the grass of the fields. a basket with food was set in one corner and a bouquet in the centre.

specifically, a book bouquet.

“PERCY, HOW DID YO-”

“surprise,” he grinned, as I turned around and hugged him. he’d always given me gifts when I returned from quests, but this was, by far, the best.

“how’d you know all my favourites?” I asked, looking at the 10 romance novels on the blanket.

“oh, annie helped,” he said enthusiastically. “should we sit down and start eating? you can tell me all about the people in your books, and why you like romance books especially, yeah?”

smiling, we sat down on the blankets, and ate away with no care in the world.

✮⋆˙ percy’s pov

as she talked about her books for the next few hours, I could only think about how beautiful her brown eyes were, especially when the sunlight hit them at the correct angle. how soft her lips looked as her mouth moved at a faster pace than her thoughts. how perfect her cheeks were, smiling wide. how amazing she was. how smart and beautiful she was.

when did my feelings of friendship turn into love, for her?

as she continued to speak of the love between her favourite characters, I noticed her longing for a similar love. I could give that to her, couldn’t I?

wait. what? what am I even thinking? y/n’s my best friend.

“love is everywhere, in every gesture, every glance. it’s the thread that binds us together, connecting hearts across time and space,” she said.

and at that moment, I knew I was done for.

I was hopelessly in love with my best friend.

percy jackson x daughter of aphrodite — the love like in her books <3

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[teapartyprincess4two]

[NOT MINE!]

Can we um… can we get an applause for the beard 😼

[yuus-sentient-teddy]

Never Far From Wonderland

The reunion between Yuu and their family was a tearful one. Since the year they've been gone, a few things have changed. Mainly, their family was in the midst of moving to a different place and were actually about to go through Yuu's things. It saddened Yuu that they had to leave their home so soon when they had just returned, but it made the moments they spent catching up with friends and being with their family in their childhood home all the more precious. On moving day, they gave their bedroom wall a pat, like how one would pat a friend's shoulder. "See you later."

A library, a pretty big community center, a bakery--no, at least three bakeries, and a few restaurants that offered outdoor dining. These were some of the businesses Yuu spotted on the way to their family's new house. It was a Saturday afternoon, so there were many people out and about. Families going somewhere fun or entering a sweets shop, fashionistas checking out boutiques, couples on their date, elderly folk and their grandchildren on their way home from a shopping trip, teenagers doing whatever. Yuu wondered how well they'll get along with their peers. Hopefully, it would go more smoothly than--

Hang on, did they just see unusually bright ginger hair?

They couldn't make sure. The car was moving away and they were sure the person was hidden in the crowd now.

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It was. . . strange being in a normal school again. For one thing, their classmates didn't have unusual hair color like royal purple or neon yellow nor did any have animal ears sitting on their head. For another, their classmates were friendly and, just like them, ordinary. They caught themself more than thrice thinking a welcoming classmate had an ulterior motive and they constantly reminded themself that this wasn't Night Raven College. No, this was just a high school on Earth.

Plain and simple and magicless.

. . . Well, they thought it would be.

When history came around, who entered their room but an older man with a stern face and greying hair, who resembled none other than Mozus Trein? Yuu was in complete shock, but when he spoke, they almost fell to the floor. This look alike even sounded like Professor Trein!

It didn't end there.

Science class brought in a professor neatly dressed who made multiple girls in Yuu's class swoon. A Crewel look alike, though this one's hair was completely black. He did, however, sport white earrings and Yuu saw him use a white pen with black spots.

Gym class introduced them to a rather muscular teacher with blue eyes and boisterous personality. He watched the students like a hawk and encouraged them to push themselves, work on their muscles! Perhaps it was Vargas's gym lessons in Twisted Wonderland, but Yuu found themself able to keep up. It actually made the gym teacher pull them aside and ask if they were interested in joining a sports team. Yuu hoped they weren't acting weird when they politely declined.

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"Where is it. . . ?"

Yuu had just left the school gates when they heard the murmur. They turned their head, thinking it sounded awfully familiar, and gaped. A petite frame, lilac hair--"Epel?"

"Huh?" The boy looked up. Yuu blinked, and the boy's hair was blond.

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were someone I knew."

"It's okay." The boy smiled. Great Sevens, even his smile resembled Epel's! "Oh, actually, have you seen a bike key anywhere?"

"Sorry, I haven't. Need a hand looking for it?" For the next several minutes, the two of them searched the locker rooms, Epel's homeroom (turns out, yeah, his name is Epel), and the library. No key. They started making their way to the roof when, on the staircase, someone called for Epel.

Yuu looked up and felt as though they were falling backwards, which made them grip the railing tighter. Five familiar faces, two floors above. Bright ginger and cherry red, navy blue and peacock green, white and golden-brown, cyan and cerulean blue and yellow, key lime green and yellow-green.

"We have your bike key!" one of them shouted, waving it over the railing. Yuu blinked a couple of times and they were suddenly staring at normal classmates. Epel yelled his thanks and asked where they'd found it while jogging up the steps. Yuu meekly followed behind.

"Who's this?" the one who resembled Jack asked.

"This is Yuu. They've been helping me look for the key."

All Yuu could think about was how strange the Jack look-alike looked without wolf ears, but they smiled politely and said, "It's nice to meet you all."

"Yuu? Aren't you in our class? 2-B?" Deuce-doppelganger asked.

Their eyes widened. "Yeah! What was your name again?"

"Hey, could we talk about this while we walk? I could really go for a bun right about now," Ace-doppelganger said.

"Would you like to come with us to the store down the street?"

Their heartbeat quickened, excited to join these familiar faces while knowing that these classmates weren't their friends from Twisted Wonderland. "Yeah!"

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"Hey there, little imps!"

Oh my god.

His deep voice and showman-like way of speaking was unmistakable. He was without his top hat and skeleton makeup, but Yuu noticed he was wearing magenta eye contacts.

"Hey, Sam! Are the buns restocked?" His name is also Sam?!

"Came in an hour ago, still warm. There are plenty of the ones you all like." He met Yuu's eyes and smiled a little wider. "I see you all brought a new member to your squad!"

"Sort of. We actually just met them today."

"Who knows, though?" Ortho said, smiling. It was strange seeing him with a full face and not have some mouth covering or his eyes hidden. "They're pretty cool."

"I don't think I've seen you around before. You new to the area?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, I just moved in not that long ago," Yuu said.

Sam opened his arms. "Well, welcome to my shop! We got things ranging from trinkets to groceries. Maybe you'll find something new that you'd enjoy!"

They smiled. "Maybe! Thanks."

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It had been about a month since Yuu and their family moved into their new home. Yuu made quick friends with the ones who resembled their first year friends in Twisted Wonderland (well, they'd actually be second years now, since Yuu returned just before Night Raven College started its academic year again), and through them, they became acquainted with others who resembled their senpais.

The only ones they couldn't find were, of course Malleus, but also strangely Lilia. Sebek did talk about them, but not as excessively as his Twisted Wonderland counterpart, which Yuu found to be a little funny and a little weird. One of these days, they'll figure out how to ask about meeting the two of them without being awkward.

Aside from school life and their social circle, Yuu found that they enjoyed the new location. Turns out their room had a nice view of the sunset. It reminded them of the times they sat on the roof of Ramshackle Dorm and watched the sun set with Grim or the other First Years by their side. They wondered if their friends still met at Ramshackle Dorm to study or hung out on the roof. It would be nice to not leave the place empty like before, but whatever will happen will happen.

Yuu closed the lid of the trash bin. That should be it for their chores.

They were starting to turn around when they spotted something huddled against the fence separating their house from the neighbor's. Slowly, they approached it. They had an inkling of what it was and began making out a familiar, furry shape. Their heart began beating faster when they noticed its dark coat, perked up ears, and bright eyes.

They slowly lowered themself and quietly called to the cat. "Pspspspsps..."

The cat seemed wanting to approach. "Hey," Yuu gently said, "you want some tuna?"

After a couple of seconds, it slowly walked over to them and sniffed their closed hand. They stroked its head and it sat down, enjoying the affection. Soon, after some more petting, it showed its belly and Yuu happily pet the spot. They noticed it didn't have a collar and wondered where it went to sleep. It was too bad Yuu's dad was allergic to cats--something they forgot about until they embraced him after returning from Twisted Wonderland--they would have let the cat inside. Although, and Yuu noticed this with a small smile, the cat seemed well fed.

The cat got back to its feet and shook itself. It looked at Yuu with a little intensity, like it was expecting something. Then it hit them.

"Right! I'll be right back with some tuna."

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On the way to school, Yuu would pass a rather big two story house with a garden in the backyard. All they could spy through the chicken wire fence were tomatoes and sunflowers, but they could imagine many more vegetables growing in beds and other flowers sprouting against the fence. On the porch were various pots containing different types of flowers, and from what Yuu could see, they all looked healthy. The placement of the pots never seemed to change, so it wasn't hard to spot a new addition one day.

They couldn't stop staring at it. It resembled one of the plants in the botanical garden, one of the most difficult to cultivate and thus one of Twisted Wonderland's rare plants. The one that grew no problem behind Ramshackle Dorm and which caused Crewel, Crowley, and their schoolmates to lose their mind when they found out about it. They wondered if the name of this plant was the same as the one in Twisted Wonderland. At this point, they wouldn't be surprised.

Come to think of it, have they even seen the owner of this house--?

"Admiring the plants?" Someone had come from the garden. He was a tall, lanky old man wearing overalls and a. . . patchwork top hat? "You're free to get a better look, if you'd like."

"Oh! Thanks!"

Soon, Yuu and the owner of the house got into a conversation about plants and other things. He was an eccentric old man who laughed at seemingly inside jokes, but he spoke in a familiar way and with a familiar cadence that made Yuu wonder something. They were half tempted to ask in a roundabout way if he had been a star sports player, but decided to try another day.

In the middle of talking about Clover Bakery, the double doors behind the two of them--they had decided to take a seat on the porch steps--creaked open.

"So this was what you were doing."

"We thought you bit the dust on the way in!"

Two old men, one stout and the other tall and fat. Neither seemed all that worried or concerned. "If I did, I would've made sure you two also bit the dust," the lanky gentleman said, which made the three of them laugh.

At that instant, a familiar grey cat slipped past the older gentlemen and went to Yuu. "It's you!" they said, immediately petting him.

"You've met him?" the fat gentleman asked.

"Yeah, he comes around to my house sometimes for tuna and scritches. Does he live with you guys?"

"He comes and goes as he pleases," the lanky gentleman said. "He's a stray. Doesn't like being indoors for too long. Or he just likes being independent and spoiled."

Yuu laughed at that. "Sounds like him. Does he have a name?"

"We never gave him one, but you can. He seems to like you," the stout gentleman said.

The cat seemed very pleased when Yuu started scratching under his chin. They smiled as they remembered scratching Grim's head one day and him purring like an actual cat. They also remembered his indignation when they began scratching under his chin even though he was enjoying it. He insisted he wasn't a cat, but Yuu begged to differ. Now look at his Earth counterpart; it was so funny.

"How about Grim?" they said.

"Hmmm, not a bad idea! Grim it is."

Yuu's phone buzzed. Grim was disappointed with the interrupted scratches as they checked. "I gotta go."

"So soon?"

"Ah, can't be helped."

"You're free to come around again. It's not often youngsters like you talk to people as close to the grave as us."

Yuu smiled brightly. "I'll take you all up on the offer. Just don't bite the dust before I come back, okay?"

The gentlemen laughed. "No promises!"

They waved from the porch as Yuu walked down the sidewalk. "See you around, Yuu!" the three yelled.

They were almost home when they stopped in their tracks. Grim, who decided to accompany them on the walk, stopped as well and inquisitively stared. Yuu didn't pay any attention as they thought about the old folks' parting message.

They didn't tell them their name, so how. . . ?

Yuu shook their head and continued walking. A mystery for another day.

A/N: Yay first story of the New Year!