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thehighpriestess1 · 3 years ago

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Scars Don't Fade : 9

Pairing : Gojo Satoru x y/n

Genre : Angst, fluff, Smut ( 18+ only )

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A/N : This chapter is longer than previous ones. 12k words. Next chapter would be updated by 14th March. Huge thanks to everyone who have been following this fic!! Also I have written and edited most of this chapter on my phone so please ignore spelling mistakes or errors 🤍 Ask Box 🤍

Geto sat opposite to the trembling man tied to a wooden chair. “Who asked you to do it?”. Akiba threw his head back and gasped for air. “Look, I have told you that I didn’t do it”. His lie cost him another punch to the face. Geto grabbed him by the hair and put his phone in front of him, “Look at this! that’s you right? Look carefully and choose your next words wisely”. Akiba squinted his eyes at the screen. It looked like CCTV footage, it showed Akiba and another gang member sticking posters on a wall. He gulped as sweat beads rolled down the sides of his forehead. “You..how did you?”. Geto looked right into his eyes, “Who asked you to do it?”..

The man confessed immediately fearing police arrest. Geto walked out of the room and ran his hair through his hands and lit a cigarette. When Shoko told him what happened 6 years ago and how she wanted him to look into it, he wasn’t sure if it could be done. There was no police complaint or proof of anything, not even poster to get address of the shop that made it but luckily there was an attempted bank robbery three days after the incident and CCTV footages were stored in the archive, it was the same bank across the alley where Akiba and his member put up the poster. He wondered what kind of influence the person had that even police refused to investigate the incident.

He was skeptical about helping you initially but it seemed like Shoko needed it for herself more than she needed it for you. He still hated you for what you did to Satoru but right now he was doing everything for Shoko. He took his phone out and typed a quick text to Shoko.

Geto : Got it.

Shoko : ??

Geto : The culprit. Got the confessions and name of the person. What do you want to do?

Shoko : Is it someone from our batch?

Geto : Yes.

Shoko : Do you think I should file a report? Will it work?

Geto : To be honest I don’t think so.. The litigation will be long since you didn’t file a report and I kind of did the work without a report or complaint so I don’t know how useful the confession would be. You can confront her directly.

Shoko : Fine. Send me the details. Don’t tell Satoru about this.

Geto: Fine.

Geto sent the written and video confession to Shoko. He hit two birds with one stone. A week ago he found out that Takahashi was smuggling drugs from the Kobe port but he was struggling to find connection between him and the gang who was doing it. Now he had all the details he needed to proceed. But first you needed to know the truth. Takahashi was a dangerous man and a well connected one, if Geto had to move against him then he needed to make sure it causes minimal damage to those around him.

–x-

Nanami and you sat on the sand and watched Kiro build his sand castle. The day was perfect for a beach day and you couldn’t deny them when Kiro promised to make a sandcastle for you. You were smiling without realising. It was so easy to enjoy silence with Nanami. “Kiro is adorable. I am jealous that you get to spend so much time with him”. Nanami chuckled. “Not as much time as I’d like anyway. But you are always invited to join us”. You pouted, making Nanami’ heart race.

“You can’t tolerate me and Kiro together”. Nanami smiled at you. “I’d love to”.

“Y/n, I need to tell you something”.

“What is it?”. “I’m moving to Kyoto..”. You were silent and the sound of waves crashing filling the void. “Why?”.

“Better job. I would get to spend more time with Kiro”.

“When are you leaving?”.

“Next week”. You gulped down and tried not to cry. You fixed your gaze on a boat far away in the sea. “I will miss you”. You leaned your head on his shoulder. “I will miss you too”.

“I hate you for taking Kiro away from me”.

“You can always come visit. It’s not that far..”.

“I promise I will visit every month. You better not kick me out”. Nanami chuckled as tears glossed his eyes. “I promise”.

Ever since that day at the teahouse Gojo craved your presence. He wanted to spend more and more time alone. SUddenly spending late nights in his office working was not enough for him. He kept on coming with excuses to spend even an hour with you. Sometimes it was client dinner, meetings which would get cancelled last minute leaving you two to explore the city. He realised that he didn’t like spending time with you because of your relationship in the past but it was because he was himself around you. No pretense. No need to be the Gojo Satru, he can just be Satoru. He knew there was a barrier of professionalism but he kept on pushing it ever so slightly every time you guys were together. He wouldn’t even realise it when his hand started reaching out for yours when you stood next to each other only to pull away at the last second, how his eyes always searched for you in the crowd and his heart won’t rest unless he found you.

Even Miwa noticed the change. He started appreciating her more. He was kinder with his words now and sometimes she thought he wanted to have a good impression on you. She liked you the most out of everyone who worked here. You would always ask her if she had lunch or breakfast, reminding her to take a break once in a while. She felt seen around you. You always asked for her opinion when it was needed and always acted on it. She looked up to you like a big sister.

Gojo sat opposite to you looking between the file on his lap and you. The clock showed it was already 11:30 Pm and even Miwa was tired. “Is everything okay?”. You asked. “I want to ask you something. It’s not an obligation but are you free this weekend?”. Miwa shook her head to clear her brain and looked at the both of you. Was it finally happening? Is he going to finally ask you out?. “Yeah I am. Do you need me to come in for work?”. Gojo bit his lip nervously, the fluttering in his stomach left him tongue tied. “No, exactly. There is an orphanage that my family takes care of and there is a fundraiser for it this weekend. Since you are so good with kids I thought I would ask you..”, Please say yes. Say yes..

“Wouldn’t Mei be better suited for this? There might be media so I don’t-”. Gojo cut you off immediately as he spoke leaning towards you. “No there won’t be. It is an extremely private event so only a few other organisations will be present.”. You looked at Miwa who nodded confirming it. “Alright then. When do I need to be there?”. “Miwa do you have the itinerary?”. She got up and pulled out her ipad and read from it, “We will leave on friday evening and reach at night. Saturday morning you have reserved time to spend time at the orphanage, Saturday night we have a fundraiser and we will be back by Sunday evening..”. You gaped at her. “It’s a whole weekend thing?”. She nodded at you. “yes”. “Alright then.”.

“Miwa , call Kiki and inform her that we will be visiting tomorrow morning.”. You raised your eyebrow in confusion. “We?”. Gojo smiled at you, “Yes we need outfits for the fundraiser so we are going shopping tomorrow.”.

You walked out of the fitting room to show your third outfit to Miwa and Gojo. This one was a yellow sequin lined floor length dress that fit delicately on your body. Your hair was tied up and loose strands fell on your face from trying all the dresses. “So?”. Miwa gave a thumbs up and Gojo stared at you with his chin on his palm. To be honest Gojo liked you in all the previous dresses. If only you would let him he would get all of them for you. You were barely even ready yet and you looked so beautiful. He shook his head..”Good but not great. Yellow is a nice colour but let’s try that blue one”. He pointed towards a dress. Gojo had booked the entire boutique for the day and he was in no rush. “But i already tried a blue one before..”. “But this one is different, right Miwa?”. “yes sir!”. You groaned and walked inside with the assistant walking in behind you.

Miwa spotted a white Zuhair Murad gown and pointed at it. “How about that one?”. Gojo looked towards the dress hanging in the glass display, “Get me that one”. He ordered the manager who hurriedly handed him the dress. It looked like a wedding dress. “Miwa would it be unlucky if I saw her in this?”. Gojo said, winking at his assistant. She giggled and shook her head. “No sir.”. He pulled out the gown and walked towards the dressing room. You came out to show the dress but Gojo held the white dress in your face. “This. Try this”. “What about the one I am wearing now?”. He shook his head and handed you the dress. You walked out wearing the dress, fidgeting a little because it was a wedding dress after all. “So..?”. Gojo stood up from his chair and Miwa gasped with her hand on her mouth. Gojo felt his heart skip a beat, he blinked nervously as he fumbled with his words. His eyes watered as you looked at him hoping to get some feedback. “Umm yeah this.. you..this is nice..ya good..this is good…but clearly for ummm your wedding..We will try the red one”. You went back in confusion, Did I look that bad?. Gojo sat down again and tried to calm his heart. He was sure he was close to getting a nose bleed.

You walked out again wearing a one shoulder red gown which had a thigh high slit on one side. It was embellished with crystals and sequins. Gojo was sure he was going to get a nosebleed now. “Holy fuck..this is the one”. You smiled and turned towards Miwa who was gaping at you.

You checked the price tag on the dress and your jaw fell to the ground. “I can’t buy this..”. “You don’t have to”. Gojo siad taking the dress away from you. “No please, it was too expensive. We can check other stores”. You felt guilty about Gojo buying you this dress. “No. Next we need jewelry!”. Miwa handed you a water bottle. “Miwa do we need jewelry?”. She nodded enthusiastically. “And shoes..”. This was going to be a long day. “Ms. y/n you looked really pretty so don’t worry”. “Thank you”.

You stood next to Gojo in the cartier showroom as she looked down at the different rings placed before him. “Which one do you like?”. “Oh..anything is fine”. Gojo hummed in response, making you think it was finally over. “Fine then we’ll take this one..and this one…and this one…”. The manager smiled at him and asked you to try the three rings he picked out. You weren’t sure if you needed three rings for one even but you stopped questioning logic the moment you saw the price tag on the red dress.

Gojo dropped you home and reminded you to be ready by 6:00 PM. You had less than four hours to pack. You groaned as you picked yourself off of your bed and began packing. You were glad Miwa was accompanying you on this trip. Gojo picked you up in a black Rolls Royce. “Why are we heading towards Airport?”. “Because we are going to the airport”. “But you said it’s right outside the city”. “I didn’t say how far..”. Gojo smirked at you and you rolled your eyes at him. “Can you tell me now?”. “We are going to Okinawa”. “That’s not outside the city”. “It’s not inside the city either..”. You looked at Miwa who gave you an apologetic look. The car took you directly to the tarmac and your nervousness rose. You didn’t like flying at all and avoided it at all costs. Something about not being on the ground, surrounded by dark clouds and vast nothingness made your stomach tumble.

You sat next to Miwa and Gojo sat opposite you. He looked pouty and Miwa smiled to herself knowing the reason behind the pout. She excused herself and sat on the couch behind the seating area. You fidgeted with your fingers on your lap. “Are you scared of flying?”. Gojo asked, his arms crossed across his chest. “A little. But I’m fine”. He got up and took the empty seat next to you. “Here hold my hand if you’re scared”. You looked at the outstretched palm and wondered if you really should. “I’m good.”. He grabbed your palm and intertwined your fingers. “We’re friends y/n. It’s alright?”. “We are not friends and you know it”. Gojo’s heart dropped to his stomach. “Then what are we?”. “I don’t know..”. He turned in his seat to look at you. “What if I tell you that I don’t hate you? Would you believe me?”. You turned away towards the window, “I won’t..”. He smiled to himself. “I guess then I’ll have to prove you wrong..”. The plane went through slight turbulence and your grip on his hand tightened. “It’s alright. Just close your eyes and try to sleep okay?”.

You were woken up by the flight attendant informing Gojo that they were about to land in Okinawa. You realised your head was on his shoulder and you immediately straightened up. On your way to Gojo’s house you noticed how beautiful Okinawa was even though you couldn’t see much at night. The house was one of the Gojo clan’s ancestral homes and was a beautiful traditional Japanese style mansion surrounded by gardens. Men in coats took your bags from you as you followed Gojo inside. The dinner was filled with conversation about work and upcoming fundraisers. You didn’t want to sleep alone in this huge house and asked if you could share a room with Miwa to which she happily agreed.

Next morning the three of you left for the orphanage. You opted to wear a light dress with flats. Evn Gojo was dressed in a simple linen white shirt and blue jeans. When you got out of the car, you were greeted by children running towards Gojo. He bent down and patted them on their head. Miwa had told you last night that this orphanage was started by his mother before he was born and he came here often even when he was studying in the USA. You smiled to yourself looking at him interacting with kids. It was a fresh change from the image of a cold and calculating heir of the Gojo group. He introduced you to a woman named Carrie who managed the orphanage. You walked next to him in the garden looking at kids, some were drawing and some were playing with legos. One girl got up from his drawing table and ran to Gojo. He grabbed his wrist and dragged him, Gojo dragged you behind him. The girl was about 9 years old and was vocally impaired. She handed both of you an empty drawing sheet and crayons. Her name was lilly. She kept looking up at both of you but refused to show you her drawing. You spent the afternoon playing different games and drawing with the kids. It felt good to be away from the office politics and crowd of the city. Miwa came and reminded you that you need to get going for the fundraiser event.

You stood in front of the mirror as Miwa tried to fix the zip of your dress. You held the front of the dress with your palm over your chest, freaking out that it won’t be fixed. Gojo walked in and saw Miwa kneeling on the ground behind you trying to fix something and your face gave away how close you were to having a panic attack. “What’s wrong Miwa?”. “Sir the zipper is stuck. I am trying to fix it. Everything else is done”. Gojo walked and knelt to her side trying to see the problem. “Miwa go get ready. I’ll fix this”. “Yes sir”. She hurried out of the dressing room, leaving you two alone. “I’m sorry. I don’t know how this happened..”. “It’s alright y/n. It looks like it is stuck on the cloth.”. Gojo gave it a few tugs and zipped it upto your ribs in one go. “There, fixed it”. “Thank you so much”. You rushed to the other side and picked up the heels Miwa got for you. You sat on the bed and fumbled with the straps. You were still in a panic mode after the dress fiasco. Gojo chuckled and knelt in front of you. He held the hells and helped you slide your foot into it. “Calm down y/n..everything is fine”. You nodded frantically and Gojo helped you stand up. “You look beautiful;”. Heat rose to your cheeks and you were glad that makeup covered it.

“Your bow is tilted”. Without waiting for his response you fixed the bow, he was taller than you even in your heels and you had to tiptoe a little, his hands found their place on your waist and held you in your place. “Still not friends?”. He asked, raising an eyebrow. You scoffed as you got away, “No”.

Gojo was right, there was no Media but there were people. The moment you entered with Gojo everyone turned their head in your direction. “Oh boy”. You whispered under your breath which made him chuckle. “Relax y/n. They are more scared of you than you are of them”. You had to bite your lip to not laugh right there. Everyone smiled in your direction but you knew they were only for Gojo. You were just a show piece. The event was for special needs children of the orphanage and displayed their art along the walls. People could buy it and the money entirely goes to the orphanage. Everyone looked really rich but yet you hadn’t seen them in papers. You walked next to Gojo with your arm in his’ as you looked at the art on the wall. “Are you enjoying yourself?”. He whispered, leaning towards you still maintaining a smile on his face. “I have never seen any of these people..not even in papers”. “There are two kinds of rich people. One whom you know, the kind you see in papers and magazines. They are counted as celebrities. The other kind, whom you don’t know anything about are the ones who actually run the economy”.

You stopped in front of an art, a crayon drawing and both of your mouths fell open. It was a crayon drawing of a man and a woman standing next to each other and holding hands. The man had white hair and the woman was wearing a white dress. “Is that…?”. You asked, looking at him. He nodded and gestured something to Miwa and continued walking with you. You spoke to a few people about work, current affairs and how it affects the economy. Both you and Gojo were tired by the end of the night.

Miwa had left earlier than both of you. You got in the car after you said all your goodbyes and all you thought about was how badly the heels were killing you. You were proud of yourself for not spilling any wine on the dress, it earned you a lot of compliments after all. Gojo was equally tied with all the superficial business talks and pulled his bow tie and undid the top button of his shirt. “You tired?”. You asked, looking at his slumped form next to you. “Yeah. You?”. “Yeah”. Gojo straightened up and pulled out a paper bag. “You want wine?”. He asked, grinning at you. You both scooted close to each other and passed the wine bottle between both of you. Both of you were tipsy by the time you reached his house. He helped you get out of the car and both of you burst into a fit of giggles.

“Ssh you don’t want to wake up Miwa”. You said putting your finger over your lips. Gojo dragges you to his room and shuts the door behind with his legs. He pressed your back on the door and towered over you. Neither of you said anything for a while. You were not completely in your senses and couldn’t make out his expression in the dark room. “You look so fucking beautiful..”. Gojo gulped looking down at you. His blue eyes gleaming with adoration it held. “I don-t thin-”. Before you could finish your sentence Gojo crashed his lips onto yours,cupping your face in his palms. The world went silent for a second and it felt like the earth stood still around its axis. 6 years, he had waited 6 fucking years for this. You couldn’t move your lips out of shock, your resolve still standing against his. “Please..” He whispered against your lips as his thumbs ran circles on your cheeks and your resolve crumbled to dust with a single tear from your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him back. He dragged his hands along your curves before settling on your waist as he pulled you into him. He wanted you closer. So close that all the distance these 6 years had put between you both disappeared. You moved your one hand out of his hair and held his cheek as you felt his mouth move against yours.

“Gojo..”. You whispered panting, he felt your breath on his lips and he was sure he was addicted to you. “I need you..”. His words made heat rise in your core. You couldn’t think straight anymore. You wanted him just as badly. You nodded and kissed him again. He moaned against your lips as he picked you up wrapping your legs around him. He carried you to the bed and gently laid you down without breaking the kiss. “You’re so beautiful..and all mine..”. He said between each kiss. You arched your back and wrapped your hand around his neck. His mouth moved from your lips to jaws to your neck, marking you. He kissed your exposed collarbone as his hand found the zipper of your dress. In one drag he removed your dress leaving your chest exposed to him. Within seconds both of yours’ clothes were discarded on the floor.He pulled you by your waist. He kissed you once more as his free hand ran all over your body. Feeling every inch of your skin. Your skin burned under his touch and you wanted more of him with each passing second. “I missed you so much..so fucking much..”. The kiss was sloppy and filled with moans. His hand slid towards your core and he looked at you for permission you could barely speak and let out a breathy yes..

His thumb ran circles on your clit and two of his fingers prodded inside your walls,his mouth latched onto your tits. Your hands found their place in his white locks as you rolled your hips against his fingers. “I..I am so close..”. He increased his pace and gave kitten licks to your sensitive nipples. Your body shuddered as you came over his fingers. He grabbed both of your arms above your head and slid his dick between your folds nudging at your clit. “No..please don’t..”. He smirked above you. “I missed this so much..I missed you so much y/n”. You looked into his eyes glossed with tears. “I missed you too..Satoru”. He chuckled as his tear landed on your cheek. He pushed in gently, scanning your face for any discomfort. His breath hitched as he bottomed out inside you. “I’m fine..”. He nodded at your confirmation and picked up his pace. You had never felt this good. You had hooked up before but this was different. It was euphoric. Gojo latched his lips with yours as he pushed your knees up and slowly rolled his his into you hitting the spot inside you with every roll making you gasp. He wanted to savour each second of this moment. Nothing mattered to him anymore. Not the past, not your relation with him, not even the future. All that mattered to him at this moment was you. He was edging himself just to feel you around him for a little longer. “Please…I..need..”. You clenched around him and he smirked as his one hand slid between both of you and pressed your clit. “Cum for me. Be a good girl and fucking cum for me”. He groaned as he felt you cum around his dick, his thrust grew sloppy as he came along with you.

He rolled off you and laid down on your side. The three words stuck inside your mind never came out. He brought a wet towel to clean you up while you lay on your back gasping for air with your eyes shut still trying to process what happened and what will happen now. He discarded the towel and pulled you into his chest. “Don’t think too much..”. He soothed the back of your head as you fell asleep in his arms.

You were the first to wake up. You gently opened your eyes to sunlight filling the room and found yourself still caged in Gojo’s arm. You admired his sleeping form and how beautiful he looked as sunlight reflected off of him. Then in a flash last night’s event came back to you. You panicked as you freed yourself and began grabbing your clothes from the floor. Gojo woke up supporting himself on his one arm as he rubbed his eyes. “Good Morning..”. You didn’t reply as you seemed to be looking for something. “Y/n what happened?”. He sat up. “I … this was a mistake”. You grabbed his shirt and put it over you. “What do you mean by mistake?”. He grabbed you by your arm and turned you towards him. “Look, last night shouldn’t have happened..”.

“Why not?”.

“Because I work for you!”.

“I don’t care about that”. He grabbed your face and tried to kiss you but you pulled away. “But I do..I do”.

“Y/n you are over thinking..we can make this work”. He said pulling you in and nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, kissing over the marks he left last night.

“No we can’t!”. You tried pulling yourself away but his strong arms only pulled you in. “Why? Do you not like me anymore?”. You felt his hot breath on your ear and finally pushed him away before you could crumble under him again.

“You know why? Because I cannot move on from what has happened between us”

“That was years ago..I can forgive you”. You stopped in your tracks and turned towards him. “No..You can’t forgive me.I..this was a mistake and I’m sorry. I should have known better”.

“What do you mean? Do you hate me that much? You were the one who fucking broke my heart y/n! You were the one that signed that fucking contract! I can talk to my father and we can fix it..please..”. In that moment you could have told him the truth. He would have believed you but you didn’t. You knew if you told him the truth it would affect his relations with his already ill father. You might not have a family but he does. “This is it for me, Gojo. I don’t care about the fucking contract!”. You grabbed your clothes and walked out slamming the door on his face. The gift wrapped painting stayed under the bed..

It has been a month since your encounter with Gojo. Neither of you brought it up and neither of you tried to talk about it. There was an ice cold wall between you, you could see each other clearly but never touch.

You were in your cabin working with Miwa when Mei walked in, without knocking. Miwa straightened up in her presence. In past months Miwa had grown terrified of Mei. She treated her like she was her secretary rather than Gojo’s. She would make Miwa get coffee and then throw the coffee in the trash can as it was not the perfect temperature, or the cream was too much, sometimes simply because she changed her mind. Miwa dreaded working with her and preferred working with you instead. You had developed a friendship with her, you both even had lunch together at times. When Miwa showed you her sketches you truly appreciated them which made her feel welcome in the cold environment.

“Hi Mei, how can I help you?”. You put your pen down and leaned in your chair. You had gotten immune to her taunts and name calling. At one point you even thought of telling Gojo about it but when you found out about his father’s condition you changed your mind, not wanting to burden him with more office drama.

Mei took her seat opposite to you, crossing her legs, completely ignoring Miwa’s presence next to her. “I wanted to simply chat..”.

“About what?”. You understood it was nothing important and focused your attention on your laptop. “About you..and your apartment..”. You raised an eyebrow at her. When Gojo accidentally told her about you and him living in the same apartment complex you understood it was only about time that she would bring it up, you were surprised at how long it took. “What about it?”.

“I found out how you could afford it..”. You sighed. It was going to be one of the times when she calls you a gold digger. “What about it?”. Mei smiled at you. “You see y/n initially I was confused. So confused but then I realized that hey it’s y/n and she can do anything to get what she wants..So I did a little digging and found out that the apartment actually belongs to a cousin of your beloved friend Nanami Kento. Now let me tell you the truth. You joined the company with Nanami as your boss, a year later he lost his wife and had a kid. That's when you stepped in to help him with his loss, how sweet of you y/n. Then within six months you were promoted! That’s a pretty fast promotion..soon you were also looking to move out and guess what? Nanami helped you. He got you his cousin’s apartment at cheap rent! How sweet of him. But then I thought why would he help you so much? That’s when it clicked for me, this is you we are talking about..Nanami found an easy young girl to warm his bed and you found a new sugar daddy. I thought he was a man of honor and pride but I guess in the end men are men..”.

The cabin had pin drop silence. Even Miwa didn’t know what to do. You were staring at your hands on the table the entire time. Mei was elated as she spun the chair around. “You know what Mei? Go fuck yourself”. She stopped the chair and looked at you, “What did you say to me?”. You chuckled as you looked to your side and shook your head. Miwa had never seen you like this. There was no kindness on your face anymore. “Who the fuck gave you any right to pry into my personal life? You think only because you have the money to do so, you can .. you can get involved in anything? God you are so stupid. So fucking stupid”. You got up, your palms flat on the table as you leaned towards her. “Maybe you should focus on trying to do better work than waste your fucking time in poking your nose into my life, maybe that’s when you will understand how someone gets appreciated for their work. Yes you are right Nanami helped me with the apartment but do you know why he did it? Because my sister fucking killed herself! You want to know how I got my promotion? Because I worked fucking hard for it! Do you know what hard work is? Have you ever worked for anything Mei? I don’t think you have..Say what you want about about me but keep my friends’ name out of your fucking mouth..now get out”.

Mei sat frozen in her chair looking up at you. Everytime she crossed you, you’d always stay silent and let it go but who was this y/n in front of her?. “Did you not hear me? Get. Out.”. She got up and stormed out of your cabin. Miwa looked at you as you settled in your chair and rubbed your palms over your face. “Ms.y/n are you okay?”. You nodded at her as you wiped your tears. Miwa got up and placed a glass of water on your table. “Thanks”. You drank the water and got back to your work. You knew you could get fired for it. But if standing up for your friends costs you this job then so be it.

You got a message after lunch from Miwa, telling you that Gojo would like to see you in his office. You assumed it was about the report you were working on and carried it with you. You walked in and saw Mei sitting opposite to him, crying. Fuck my life. “You called for me?”. “Yes, come in”. Gojo said. You could see he was tense and pissed. His tie hung loosely around his neck and he had dark circles under his eyes. “Y/n apologize to Mei”. You frowned at him and looked at Mei who was wiping her tears with her silk handkerchief. “For what?”. Gojo signed in annoyance.

“For making her cry ''. You could not believe it. Was he really just going to pick a side without listening to you?. “I didn’t make her cry and I won’t apologize”. You did not want to cause him trouble but you were not going to let this slide.``Y/n..stop this right now! It was your fault so stop being stubborn and apologize”. You scoffed at him. “Do you even know what happened?”. Gojo was getting more annoyed by the second. This was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now. He had board members breathing down his neck and that unknown number and takahashi.

“I know enough! Just fucking apologize right now and get it over with! Your behavior was extremely unprofessional and uncalled for! ”. He yelled at you, making you flinch a little. Even Mei quite down with her sniffles. You gulped trying not to lose your cool. “I didn’t do anything-”. Before you could finish Gojo slammed his hands on the desk, “Y/n I am asking this for the last time..stop behaving like a fucking child”. Your hands trembled at your side. “Do you want to listen to my side of the incident?”.

“I don’t care. Just do as you're told.Don’t think you can get away with anything only because of what had happened”. You couldn’t believe him, you couldn’t believe he was pulling this card. Right now. You turned towards Mei, “Mei, I am sorry for saying what I said. I should have used better words, I should have known better. But I meant everything I said”. You turned towards Gojo with a formal smile. “Is this good enough?”. He looked at Mei who nodded in agreement. “You can go y/n”.

“No. I apologized for my behavior. Yes it was unprofessional but it wasn’t uncalled for. I had every reason to be upset. I know you don’t trust me and you wouldn't believe anything I say so I request you to ask Miwa. She was present at the time”. Mei’s eyes shot up towards Gojo, “You can’t trust Miwa! Of course she will take her side!”.

“You wanted me to apologize so I did. All I ask from you is to hear my side as well”.

“I trust Miwa”. Gojo said as he picked up the phone and called for her. Mei was trembling in her seat praying to god that Miwa be busy somewhere. But she wasn’t.

She walked through the door a few seconds later. She could sense the tension in the room and figured out what was going on. Gojo asked Miwa to tell him everything and she did. She told him everything that Mei said about you and Nanami. She told him everything you said to her. Gojo’s eyes shot towards you when he heard what you said about your sister. He had no idea. Mei had hardly told him anything. She didn’t lie but she didn’t tell him the entire truth and now he felt stupid. He couldn’t believe he took out all that anger on you. You had your eyes fixed on his table and Gojo could see how hard you were trying not to break down. “Here’s the report you had asked for”. You placed the report on his table and walked out.

“Stop..Look I am sorry..I was irrational. I have the board voting tonight and .. just a lot going on right now”. You bit the inside of your cheeks. This was all an excuse. You had read those magazines and all the tweets about how he and Mei were the new power couple. “All the best then. Hope they vote in your favour”. You were not going to forgive him. He didn’t just act irrationally, the whole thing was insulting to you. It made you feel how he would never trust you and how it would always be your words against everyone else’s.

Gojo was sitting in his dad’s office. It felt weird. But Mrs.Tanaka had insisted that he become the acting chairman until the board voted him in. Mrs.Tanaka took his position as the CEO which caused a rift between him and Takahashi. But he couldn’t have Takahashi take the position as the CEO when he was planning on exposing him. The only way to pacify him was Mei. He had been going out with Mei, making sure that he is seen by the paparazzi every time they step out. Mei was believing it all. Though to her disappointment Gojo still insisted that you would work with him and not mrs.Tanaka. Ever since the trip to Okinawa Gojo had been wondering if he could start again with you. When Geto confronted him about this he told him that once he becomes the chairman officially he will start afresh with you. At least try to..Right now he had to make sure that he was playing the game the right way.

He was about to leave for a meeting when he got a message notification from an unknown number.

Unknown : Takahashi knows about your plan

Gojo froze in his place. Gojo : Who is this?

Unknown : Just returning the favour. I have proof.

Gojo stared at his screen, confused. The only people who knew about that were ,MrsTanaka, Geto and...you. The number sent a voice recording.

“.... Oh he thinks he can do something about it. But we cleaned the entire port...yea ya thanks to my intel….Of course it can be trusted..she took good money for it. She works with him and he trusts her that’s how…”.

Gojo’s hands trembled as he heard it. He decided to ignore the message..for now.

He sent the recording to Geto who confirmed that it was Takahashi. “Do you think she did it?”.

‘I don’t know..”.

“Satoru, don't jump to the conclusion he can be talking about Mrs.Tanaka as well..”.

“I don’t think so. She is the one who would gain the most out of Takahashi going away..”.

“I just can’t believe she would do it.. betray me again..I don’t want to believe it”.

“Then don’t jump to conclusions you idiot and let me figure it out..”.

“I fucking can’t believe it sho! Like he fucking yelled at me! Without even listening to me. I expected this from Mei but not from him”. You ran your hand through your hair as you paced around. Shoko sat still on the couch. The cigarette between her fingers burning. “Y/n ..calm down..”.

“No I can’t! Do you know ho fucking pissed I am right now! I have been taking every insult she threw at me for months only because I didn’t want to bother him but look what happened? Fuck it I should have done the same thing she did! It wouldn’t even be a lie..”. The doorbell rang and Shoko got up to open it. You sat on the couch trying to calm yourself down. You looked up and saw Geto walk in. Great, now I can’t even rant out. You rolled your eyes at him. He looked towards Shoko and all she said was, “Bad day”.

“Not just a bad day! Fucking worst day!”. Geto chuckled and sat opposite to you. “I guess my best friend had something to do with it?”. “Him and his girlfriend”. Shoko chipped in. You looked at both of them. They looked like they were hiding something. “What are you two upto?”.

“Y/n we have something to tell you..” Shoko looked nervous. “Are you guys getting married?”. Geto blushed slightly. “What?! No! It’s not that. Promise me you’d be calm please”.

“Fine..what is it?”. Geto brought out his phone and handed it to her. “Y/n I know you said that we would never talk about what happened with..the whole poster situation..But I kind of asked Suguru to look into it”. You frowned at her. “You did what?”. She sighed and Geto put his arm on her shoulder. “I know but please don’t get mad at this. I had to, okay? You..y/n you went through hell because of that and I couldn’t just let it slide so I asked him to look into it and he found the guy who did it and got a confession from him”. Shoko blurted everything out in one breath. Geto handed her a glass of water.

“Shoko what are you talking about? Are you telling me you know who did this? Shoko please..”.

“It was Mei. I..We don’t know why she did it but she did. We got the confession from that man on a recording and if you want we can file a complaint..”. She opened the recording and played it for you.

“-I don’t know why! She sent me the money and asked for proof of work, that's all. It wasn’t the first time I worked for her so we knew each other..please just let me go!......she paid the station officer and the police officer … they are a dangerous family…let me go..Takahashi Mei..”.

You looked up at two pairs of concerned eyes. “I am going to kill her..No no no no..All this time I thought it was just some delinquents who did for thr fuck of it.. why would she? I have never done anything bad to her?! Fuck why shoko? why?”. You were in shock. Nothing made sense. You thought she hated you because you dated Gojo but the incident happened when you both were not even talking!. “Does Gojo know?”.

“He doesn’t but I can tell him”. Geto said, taking the phone away.

“No. Not now. He has a lot on his plate-”.

“I can’t believe you are still thinking about him!”. Shoko said in frustration. “I am not thinking about him. Telling this to Gojo does not make any sense! This is between me and Mei so it will stay between us. I don’t care if she did it because of Gojo or did it for her entertainment but it stays between us!. No one will say anything to him. I will confront Mei..”.

You called Mei and asked her to meet you at a cafe under the pretense of making it up to her. You sat outside waiting for her. Your eyes were puffy and your throat hurt from all the screaming and crying. She arrived with a gloating smile on her face. “So you finally came to your senses”.

“I did..I am glad I did. But can I ask you something?”.

“Sure, go ahead. But, please make it quick. I need to meet Satoru”. She said winking at you.

“Why do you hate me? I know it is not because of my social standing or my clothes so why?”. Wind blew, making strands of your hair fall on your face. You thought you would be angry at her but now that you see her, all you feel is sadness. A heavy blanket of sadness.

“Because you alway took what’s mine and you are still doing it. I have loved Satoru all my life. He is everything I have ever wanted and you took him away from me.”.

“Who told you that I took money from his father to break up with him? or that I gave up my scholarship?”. Mei looked away biting her lip. “Why are you asking me this now?”.

“Mei..please..just answer”.

“I don't owe you any explanation..”.

“You know the truth right? About my sister and about everything else. Right?”. Her eyes shot up at you. You sat there smiling at her. Smiling like you will forgive every sin in this moment. “Y/n… why?”.

“You paid Akiba to harass me. Why?”. She clenched her palms on her lap and her throat went dry. “I don’t know what you’re talking about..”. You placed your phone on the table and played the recording. Mei stared wide eyed at the recording, tears fell down her cheeks..”How did..how did you..”.

“I just want to know why? You knew my sister was bed ridden and out of work. You knew my situation so why did you? Why do you hate me so much?”. Mei sat looking down. Tears falling down her cheeks. She had nothing to say. No apology could fix it. “Are you..are you going to tell this to Satoru?”.

“No. But cross me again and I might. You stay away from me..”. You grabbed your phone and bag and left. Mei sat crying, scared that you might tell Satoru and everything would be over for her. She was so close! So close to getting what she wanted! She did the only thing she could and called her uncle.

Truth was she didn’t hate you. All her actions were out of jealousy. When you got the student achievement award she saw how her father looked on the stage at you, she could feel he was disappointed in her. She saw how people always talked to you and how you were always surrounded by friends, friends that she wished she had. Friends that were not bought by matching Chanel bags. She was jealous of you. She wanted everything you had. She had family and money but yet she was jealous of you and she hated this. Her ego wouldn’t allow her to be jealous so she started hating on you..it was easier than accepting the truth. She had spent so much time hating and hating that she didn’t realise her mistakes. Everything was fair, every action was justified when it was directed towards you.

She was not going to give up now..

Toji waited outside Takahashi’s office. He was called here for some “work”. He could hear the man talking to someone inside, “Yeah don’t worry…He will become the chairman..that is given. The girl? Yeah I will take care of her. You have already sent the recording to him with the number I gave you right? so he is not going to trust her now..yes yes that night….Why feel bad? She has no family, who is going to miss her?”. He gave a hearty laugh. Toji understood it was dirty work. “Oi Toji come in!”. Toji stood at the side of the table.

“Take care of this for me. Make it look like an accident. Got it?”. Before Toji could open his mouth to refuse Takahashi opened the file and his eyes landed on a photo of yours. His eyes were glued to that photo and his palms turned sweaty. ‘What ? Do you like her or something? Fine then have fun with her if you want but she needs to go okay?”. Toji realised what he was talking about. If he didn’t take the job someone else would. “Fine. But double the money for the accident”. Takahashi laughed as he placed two stacks of money on the table. “Have fun”. He winked at Toji and dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

The file felt heavy in his hand. This was his chance to do some good. Something that his son could be proud of. He went home and opened the file and picked up your photo. It looked like it was taken in your cabin. He squinted as he noticed something familiar in the background. It was Megumi’s drawing…

Takahashi leaned in his chair. His dream of becoming a part of the Gojo family was finally going to come true. The board will vote in his favour, you will be out of picture and Mei will be with Gojo. He had even paid every gossip magazine in the city to post about Gojo and Mei every week. When time comes for Mei to take his side, she will be well accepted by the public. Public opinion matters, Because after that even if Gojo wants he won’t be able to leave Mei. But he wondered how you found out about Akiba..Who was helping you? Toji?

As soon as Toji left, Takahashi picked up his phone and called for Sukuna.

“I have a job..”.

“Price?”.

“Double..I had given it to Toji but he had doubts. I have sent you the details of the girl”.

“Done”.

Gojo stood before the board members with his father by his side, as they clapped for him. He was their new chairman.Every news channel in the country was there, his eyes burned with the flash. He looked over at Takahahsi who was smiling at him. Guess keeping Mei close paid off in the end. He bowed to them and signed the papers. He couldn’t believe it worked out for him. Two months ago he promised his father that he would make him proud and now he had the chance to do it. But something felt off. The recording from the unknown number was still playing in his head and yet you were the first person he wanted to tell this news to..

The whole week was spent in meeting with different clients and closing some old projects. He didn’t receive any message from the unknown caller again. In any normal circumstance he would have sought you out and told you how he made it but you had taken a sudden leave and even your phone was not reachable. This increased his suspicion. Did she leave after taking the money? Did she find out that I knew and left?. He even went to your apartment twice but it seemed that you weren’t home anymore. He was growing frustrated by each passing day. He asked Miwa to contact you but even she couldn’t reach you.

“Suguru I need you to find her!”.

“I..I know where she is but I can’t tell you. Please understand..”.

“What do you mean you know? Tell me dammit where is she? Are you protecting her?”. Gojo paced around his office as he yelled into his phone.

“Calm down. She just needs some time to be alone okay.. Even though I don't know everything, trust me she hasn’t said anything to Takahashi..”.

“Why should I trust you when you are barely telling me anything!”.

“I can’t!”.

“Since when do we keep secrets from each other?”.

“Satoru..please calm down. Just give her some time..”.

“I can’t fucking believe it. She even turned you against me.. I can’t believe I trusted her again..You know what tell her she’s fucking fired!”.

“Satoru!”. The ever calm Geto raised his voice at his best friend. “I don’t are if you trust her or not but trust me please!”.

“Prove it to me she is innocent. Because I have proof that she isn’t”.

“Do you seriously want proof? After everything that she did for you…she was there for you Satoru all the time! She was there for you when all the fucking senior board members cornered you. She helped you stand against them and you are doubting her?! Did you ever ask about her? Did you ever ask what she was going through? Fucking proof..”.

“Yes I do want proof! Because I was ready to leave the past behind but she was the one who fucked it up AGAIN! Either she talks to me or I am taking her to court for this.”.

“You’re being irrational”.

“I don’t care. Tell her to talk to me”.

“Fine but not right now I’ll bring her to you ..”. Geto sighed as he cut the call. He turned around and saw you standing, looking at the ground as tears ran down your cheeks. “He thinks..I leaked the information?”

“Y/n don’t believe everything he says.. He is just not himself right now..”. You chuckled as you looked up at him. “I guess I am fired..”.

“Can you just text him? He will calm down if you just talk to him”. Geto looked at you with pleading eyes. “We have two days. I promise I will find out who did it..”

Geto had told you about Takahashi the moment he got the recording from Gojo. He was the one who asked you to move in with Shoko knowing well how dangerous Takahashi can get. He hated hiding things from his best friend but this was the best he could do given the situation..Now he had two days.

Y/n : Congratulations.

Gojo : Where are you? We need to talk.

Y/n : I can’t meet you right now. I’m sorry.

Gojo : Just let me see you, meet me I’m serious y/n.

Y/n : Do you think I did it?

Gojo : It doesn't matter

Y/n : Please tell me do you think I did it?

Gojo : Yes.

You were frozen the moment you saw Gojo's text. He didn't trust you, even now, even after everything you have been through nothing had changed and you were still the same y/n as you were years ago. You were glad that you took the leave and stayed with Shoko, being in office around him and going back to an empty house would have been worse. After that night with Gojo things had begun to go sour between the two of you. You hardly spoke to each other save for the formal greeting. Maybe this was the reason for him to doubt you. The fact that you pushed him away? Even if things were the same, this time you were not going to let him blame you for something you didn't do. You have dealt with Mei and you can deal with Gojo as well. You felt nauseous and ran to the bathroom to relieve yourself..Maybe all this is taking a toll on me.

Meanwhile , Geto made his way towards Gojo’s office. He had to see for himself, even though he didn’t have a search warrant he was going to do everything he could. Gojo stood from his chair when he saw Geto walk through the door. “What are you doing here?”.

“Look, I don't have time. I need to search your office. I don’t have a warrant but I don’t have time to get one..”.

“What is this about?”.

“I just need to find proof that y/n is innocent..”. Gojo sat back in his chair and laughed. “Fine, do as you please but you won’t get any assistance from me. I need to go now. See you at the party tomorrow..”.

"Why don't you trust her?".

"She has hurt me for money before and she can do it again .". Gojo shrugged, pretending to not be affected by it but Geto could see right through him. He saw that Gojo didn't want to believe it but he had to. Believing a lie was easier for him than accepting the truth.

"How do you know that she took money to break up with you?"

"I saw the contract Geto I am not stupid … here I was thinking of starting fresh and all the while she was planning on betraying me".

"We don't know that-".

"It's up to her to prove she is innocent.. I gotta go now. Wish me luck". Gojo left without looking back at his best friend.

Geto got to work. He started looking for any listening devices or anything at all. He was interrupted by a blue haired girl, “Mr.Geto..”. He turned towards her. “Yes..I have permission from Satoru. You can call him”. He said and returned his attention back to his work. “I know. I just want to say that Ms.Y/n is innocent..”. Geto paused what he was doing and looked at the girl who looked like she was about to cry. “You knew Ms.Y/n?”. She nodded politely. “Can I ask you some questions?”. “Yes”.

“How long have you known Ms.y/n?”.

“Seven months now.”.

“How were your relations?”.

“It was good. We were like friends. We had lunch together sometimes”.

“How were her relations with everyone in the office?”.

“It was good. She was..is well liked by everyone except Ms.Mei..”. Geto nodded and wrote down the details in his notepad.

“Did she ever tell you anything about Mr.Takahashi?”.

“No”.

“Did she ever speak to Mr.Takahashi?”.

“Only in meetings. Mostly her work was with Mr.Gojo and Mrs.Tanaka.”.

“Who worked with Mr.Takahashi?”.

“Ms.Mei worked with Mr.Gojo and Mr.Takahashi”.

“Did Ms.Mei and y/n share a common laptop? or working space?”.

“No.. Their working space and everything was different".

“Have you ever seen Ms.Mei alone in y/n’s cabin?”.

“I.. am not sure. There were times when Ms.Y/n was in a meeting with Mrs.Tanaka and I was away so I am not sure about that”.

“How was Mei with you and others?”.

“She is temperamental. It is hard to tell what can trigger her..”.

“Has she ever been aggressive with you?”.

“She once threw a water bottle at me, luckily it didn’t hit me”.

“Can you take me to y/n’s cabin?”. Miwa guided him to your cabin. Geto entered and flicked on the light switch. He looked around tapping his pen on his notepad. He noticed the drawing and other few personal things on your desk and around it.

“Can I have a look at CCTV footage?”. He turned towards Miwa who looked embarrassed. “You see if I have to prove y/n is innocent I will need it..”.

“Yes. I will get it and I can email it to you..”. Geto nodded and smiled at her. “Mr.Geto, I think you should check Mr.Gojo’s old office. The one you were looking at was the new one..”. She took him to Gojo’s old office which was empty now. As Geto looked around, Miwa thought about all the time you spent there. Late night working with you and Mr.Gojo and how you would always end up eating pizza as you worked into the morning.

Geto saw a paper weight on his shelf behind his chair, which looked out of place. He picked it up and examined it. It was pyramid shaped and completely made out of wood. He twisted it around to check if it opened up but it didn’t. He tried sliding the bottom open and it slid open. Geto brought it to the table and switched on the table lamp. It looked like some kind of recording device. He saw the carving on the bottom which looked like a shop logo. Bingo.

“Miwa I think we got it…”. Geto winked at her.

Toji has visited your apartment four times already but you were never there. He even waited outside your office but never saw you. He was going restless with each passing day. He was about to return home after waiting outside your office for the whole day, when he saw the newspaper on a stand which showed Gojo’s photo. He picked it up and read through it. Gojo had become the chairman. He cursed under his breath. He heard some people who seemed to be working in the same office talk about the party. She would have to be at the party. If not then I will tell Gojo myself.

Gojo was standing in front of his mirror fixing his tie when Mei walked in. “You look so Handsome..”. “Thank You”. She reached out to help him but he simply swatted her hand away. “I can do it”. She waited for him to compliment her for her custom Dior dress that she wore just for this occasion but he stayed silent.

“I have something I need to tell you”. She said, wiping a fake tear from her eye. Gojo turned towards her, confused as to what changed her mood suddenly. “What happened?”.

“I don’t want to talk about it now. It’s your special day and I don’t want to ruin it…”.

“Mei, tell me what happened. I won’t ask twice”. Gojo checked her phone for the third time since Mei arrived, waiting for Geto’s text. “It’s y/n. She threatened me..”.

“What are you talking about..?”.

“She found out that I was the one who sent you the text telling you that she Leaked the information to my uncle. She said she had contacts and she could ruin my life. I wanted to remain anonymous but I don’t know if she found out about it. Ever since she threatened me she hasn’t come to office so I couldn’t apologise to her”. Mei broke into sobs and Gojo felt blood rush through her veins. “I didn’t want to bring it up given uncle’s health and all the pressure on you but I am scared of her.”.

“You should have told me Mei..”.

“I did tell her that I would tell you everything but she said she had you wrapped around her fingers and that you wouldn’t believe me anymore..I am so sorry ‘toru..”. Gojo sat next to her and rubbed her back. “Mei are you sure she was the one who leaked the information to your uncle..?”.

“Yes ‘toru! How else would I even know about it. I heard my uncle talk about it and I secretly recorded it. I didn’t wan tot betray my family but I couldn’t betray you..I’m so sorry”.

“You have nothing to be sorry about Mei..I will fix it..Don’t worry”.

Gojo left the room with Mei behind him and was greeted by his father with Takahashi standing next to him. “Dad you should be resting”. His father swatted his hand in dismissal. “Not tonight. Tonight I will celebrate my Son. Mei you look lovely..”. “Thank you Mr.Gojo”.

Geto had asked you to meet him at Gojo's house tonight. You weren't sure if you should go considering it was a celebration for him but you didn't have time to lose. You were dressed in a simple evening gown that you had borrowed from Shoko. You took your car and drove to Gojo's house praying that he'll listen to you. When you reached there you saw Geto already standing outside. "Geto!".

"Y/n you made it! I got the proof. Don't worry about anything, okay?". You nodded. Glad that Geto found the proof of your innocence. "Let's go find that idiot". You followed him inside trying to stay out of sight of anyone from the office.

Toji saw you entering the party with a man in black leather jacket and picked up his pace to follow you inside. But once he reached inside he lost track of you amongst the huge crowd that had gathered.

Geto led you around the side of the house, away from plain sight. Gojo had told him this way. He found the door and opened it. You were inside what looked like a kitchen. You followed Geto through the hallway and up the stairs. You could hear the people in the background and wondered where Geto was taking you. He led you into an empty study room. You entered the room and saw Miwa there. "Miwa!". She ran and hugged you. "I'm so glad you're fine! I was so worried!". "I'm fine but where is Gojo?". "He'll be here". Three of you waited in silence for Gojo. Each second felt like an hour.

The door opened and Gojo stormed in with Mei behind him. "So you finally decide to show your face". He was standing right in front of you, seething with anger. "I know you are angry but just listen to me".

"WHY SHOULD I ?!"

"Because I haven't done anything! Can you for a second just listen! Geto has all the proof that you need! Just..just look at it and then you can think what you want". Gojo looked at Geto. "Do you have the proof Geto?".

"I do. I found a recording device in your office and I checked the email that apparently was sent from y/n's id to you know whom.." he said looking at Mei.

"Speak freely, Geto. Mei is with me..". Mei winked at you which made your stomach churn. Something was not right.."The email that was sent from y/n' s id to Takahashi was sent when y/n wasn't in the office. She was having lunch with Miwa". Gojo looked at Miwa, "Is that true?". "Yes sir!".

"I checked the CCTV tapes and the only person who went inside y/n's cabin was Mei". You bit your lips nervously scared of the outcome. Gojo smiled at Geto. "Mei was the one who told me about y/n. She didn't reveal her identity because y/n had threatened her days before that. She was scared. She might have gone inside her cabin but she is innocent".

"Are you serious? What threats did I give Mei?".

"That you would ruin her if she ever crossed you again. Days before this you made her cry and then you threatened her… she had no choice but to tell the truth to me". Gojo spoke, taking strong steps towards you, making your back hit the wall. He grabbed you by your shoulders and looked straight into your eyes, "Tell me y/n did you or did you not threaten her?". His eyes bhad madness in them. Like he had seen enough, heard enough. He was not going to forgive anyone anymore. You were too late.

"I did but it's not what you-".

"Then why the fuck should I believe anything you say!". He pushed you against the wall. Your head hit the back of the wall and Gojo froze realising what he had done. You lost every logical argument in your head. Geto stepped in and pulled him away from you. "Gojo listen to me, let me explain everything-".

"No Geto. He is not going to believe you… he … he is not going to believe me … it's all over…". You said and ran out of the room. "What is wrong with your Satoru! Do you even fucking listen! It wasn't her fault! Mei harassed her and that's why she confronted her! She didn't threaten her out of spite! I was the one who found out it was Mei who harrassed her, she fucking…dude she made nude posters of y/n and stuck it around her house, it got so bad that she had to change house and her number…do you realise what you have done? You hurt y/n…you fucking hurt her Satoru! " .Geto was yelling at his best friend when the door opened and a man came inside, gasping for air. Gojo recognised the man, the one with a scar on his mouth.

"Who are you?".

"Toji…where's y/n…need to see y/n". Gojo walked towards him, "Why do you need to see her?".

"Look, I don't have much time… something bad is going to happen to her... It's Takahashi… I need to find her". Geto made sense of things and pushed Gojo aside. "Shit! Takahashi is going to harm her!". Toji nodded. Geto turned towards Gojo, "This might be your last chance to do the right thing..". The two men ran after Gojo who guided them outside. Geto looked for your car but it was gone.

Gojo started his car as Toji and Geto got in. "Who told you this?".

"He hired me to take care of her but I think he figured out I won't be doing it . I think he must have given the job to someone else.."

"Why didn't you do it?". Geto asked Toji. "Because, because I have done something horrible to her years ago and she saved my son. I just want to help her".

"Fuck. Fuck what have I done…fuck!". Gojo slammed his palms on the steering wheel. "She must be headed to meet Shoko..". Geto frowned thinking hard if that's the place you'd go to or your house to be alone..

"I don't know . Shoko is at work so I think she will go to her house. Toji, how do you know Takahashi?".

"I work for him. Pretty things mostly. I have also worked for Mr.Gojo..".

"What kind of work?". "Suguru, now is not the time to interrogate him!". "Focus on the road. Let me do my job".

"Mostly dirty work..forging documents..".

“Why did Takahashi call you for this job?”.

“I stopped working for him a year ago but some of my family members ran into debt and I needed money urgently so I approached him to ask if he had any work for me and he did..Look I want to help y/n but I have a son and I can’t get involved with the police”.

“Help us crack Takahashi and I promise you that you’ll be fine”. Geto said, committing everything to his memory.

“How did y/n save your son?”. Toji told him about the incident at the store. “Satoru! Shoko just texted me, she is not at her place. She must have gone back to hers’”.

"What did you do to y/n?". Gojo asked, his jaw clenched and breathing ragged. "I .. I was the one who forged the documents your father gave you ..". Gojo heard a ringing in his eyes as blood rushed to his brain. Everything suddenly moved in slow motion. The..contract? it can’t be. Dad wouldn’t..would he?

"That's her car! Stop!". Geto yelled, pointing on the other side of the road, coming from the opposite direction. The car came to a screeching halt as three men got down. Gojo ran towards you without caring of the cars honking around him.

You didn't see the car that stopped on the other side. You didn't see a white haired man running towards you. You didn't see the black van coming from the other side. The last thing you saw was a bright white light before everything turned dark…

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late night snaps (quackity x reader)

a/n : before we get into the story, i wanted to thank you all for such support on my first post - i only posted it yesterday, and got a hell lot of likes and reblogs and even gained 23 followers, which is insane for me (or maybe i just don’t know how tumblr works, haha)! anyhow, i’m really happy you guys enjoyed it <3

it was 02:37 and you were editing your newest video. you had no idea it would take so long, though! even if you were used to staying up very late, you knew you have to put away your laptop and go get some sleep.

saving the video as a draft and shutting your computer off, you started to blindly search for your phone, since your eyes didn’t get used to the darkness yet. finally finding it, you turned it on to set an alarm for the next morning when you suddenly saw a snapchat notification from ten minutes ago. it was from Alex. you curiously unlocked your phone and tapped the little notification to be led straight to snapchat.

idiota : hello mamacita

your face instantly lit up in a childish smile. you started to type your response eagerly like it wasn’t 2 am and you didn’t have online classes tomorrow.

you : why hello there, el señor

you saw Alex’s silly bitmoji pop up as he started to type.

idiota : what is my chica bella doing up so late?

you giggled, getting comfortable in your bed - this meant a long chatting session on its way.

you : YOUR chica bella? when did that happen?

idiota : ANSWER THE QUESTION!!!! >:((((

you : fine you big baby, i was finishing editing a new video

idiota : hmm i see, i see

you : what about you though? u should get some sleep!!! :(((

Alex’s bitmoji started typing, then stopped for some reason. you lifted your eyebrow at that. then he continued, but it took a while for him to finish.

idiota : why, i just couldn’t fall asleep when you were on my mind all the time, mi amor

your cheeks grew red in an instant. you knew you could handle jokes pretty well, but this was quite too much. Alex never got so far as to actually flirt with you.

you : eh??? what drugs are u on

idiota : the only drug for me is you mamacita

you snorted. you had no idea if he was being serious or not, even if the second option was more likely.

you : literally go to sleep wtf

idiota : i’d sleep better if you were by my side ;)

this was enough for you - you felt as if you got one more message like this from him, you’d die from the hotness in your cheeks. setting your phone down, you made your way to the bathroom before bed.

you came back five minutes later, only to see your phone full of notifications from Alex. your heart was thumping really hard, you weren’t used to this, but you opened snapchat anyway.

idiota : mamacita?

idiota : ....

idiota : mamacita, don’t joke w me like that

idiota : did you really just leave me on read wtf

idiota : i’m sad come back :(((

and at last, there was a snap from him. you were quite scared at this point. with a shaking hand, you opened it.

you laughed so hard that you seriously thought you’ll have a seizure. still laughing, you snapped a selfie with a cute filter on (you really thought you looked horrible at the moment), captioned it with “your chica bella had to take a piss u simp” and sent it to Alex.

he opened the snap almost imediatelly and started typing afterwards :

idiota : mamacita!!!! you look hermosa!!!!

you : that’s because i have a filter on lmaoo

idiota : mamacita don’t let yourself down, you are so beautiful :((

you started to text a sarcastic reply, but stopped. for some reason, Alex seemed like he was being truthful. he wasn’t joking around when he called you beautiful, that was too affectionate.

you : ...really?

idiota : si, si! <3

you tugged at your lip in a thinking manner. true, you had feelings for Alex, but you never thought he had something similar to you. or maybe... maybe he was just supporting you as a friend. figuring that was probably it, you texted :

you : thank you quacker B]] ur also v handsome

idiota : mamacita likes me!!!!!😍😍😍

you smiled sadly. Alex was definitely playing around. you got lost in thought for a few moments, thinking about how would he act if he was actually in love with someone. would he, perhaps, be more mature? that would be very weird to look at.

finally coming back to planet Earth, you looked at your phone only to see that Alex has written a shit ton of messages again :

idiota : i want to see you, mamacita

idiota : it’s fine if u don’t want to, you’re probably going to sleep anyway...

idiota : but maybe let’s meet tomorrow?

idiota : mamacita?

idiota : ....

idiota : i’m coming over <3

your heart gave a leap of embarassment and surprise. why would he even say that?

you : wait what

you : wdym “i’m coming over”

you : no tf ur not

you : go to sleep

idiota : doesn’t mamacita want to see muah???

you : no, that would be awesome, but you should go to sleep, really :(

idiota : y/n, i already told you, i can’t sleep when you’re on my mind

you froze in spot, staring at your screen for what felt like an eternity. did he just call you by your name? you knew he only says it in serious situations. deciding to change your tactic, you started texting seriously :

you : are you like... for real now?

you : because i know you call me by my name in serious situations, but maybe it’s only a prank, so just answer me truthfully, okay?

Alex started typing, it took even longer that before, but at last you saw his message, this time without caps, spammed question/exclamation marks, nothing silly at all :

idiota : i am serious, y/n. believe me, this is not a prank. i just really wanna see you.

your heart skipped a beat or two, your face renewed its redness. you felt as if you were dreaming.

you : okay... i’m really glad. come over, please

idiota : thank you so much

you started pondering in your head - how did this happen? how did this silly conversation turn out like this?

but what if Alex texted you because he wanted to come over in the first place? after all, he knew how shitty your sleep schedule was. that would be awesome, you thought, a small smile dancing on your lips.

you checked the snap map only to see Alex about 100 meters from you. wait... what? 100 METERS??? was Alex near your place the moment he texted you for the first time?

you jumped up, starting to tidy up your messy room up, only to remember you look like poop at the moment - hair messy, face tired, clothes scrunched.

exhaling heavily, you tried to change your appearance quickly - you ran into the bathroom, brushing your hair panickily. then you wrenched the makeup bag open and started to rummage through it trying to find some mascara or something...

ding ding!

you froze, your eyes widened. he was already here, what the hell?!

you quickly put on some mascara, ran into the hallway while brushing your face with your hands from stress (completely forgetting you have mascara on, somehow) and unlocked the door.

Alex’s figure was dark, since the lightbulb in the corridor wasn’t working, and it almost gave you a fright. but as soon as he engulfed you in a warm hug, the tension in the pit of your stomach vanished. you hugged him back almost unsurely, but smiling.

“hello, mamacita”

you giggled. for some reason, you got the strongest urge to cry. probably from happiness, but it still was confusing to you. nevertheless, tears started running down your cheeks, mixing with mascara, probably making you look like you were going to a halloween dress up party.

“hey, why are you crying?” Alex asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“i look horrible.” you laughed, wiping your tears away.

“nooo, why won’t you listen to me? i already told you you’re beautiful.” he said with a cute pout.

“alright, alright, i’m very beautiful, let me down now.” you said, noticing that he was still holding you in his arms tightly.

“whatever the chica bella says.”

he put you down.

“aren’t you going to turn on some light? i feel like i’ve gone blind!” Alex exclaimed jokingly and you giggled.

“i’m like a bat, i hate much light, sorry. buuuut i could turn on this little lamp.” you said, making your way to your desk and turning on a cute little lamp the shade of warm pink.

“perfect.” Alex said, eyeing you in light now. you thought he’ll make a comment about your awful mascara-stained face, but he said nothing, just smiling and looking at you in awe, like you were some princess in a ball dress instead of a tired college student in messy shorts, an oversized t-shirt and two different socks, because you couldn’t find a pair of the same ones.

“perfect.” he repeated, shrugging with a smile on his face, like seeing you was everything he needed.

you laughed and hugged him, muttering a “thanks for coming”. Alex didn’t hesitate and also hugged you, holding you as close as possible, as if he let go of you, he’d drown and would never come back to be by your side again.

little did you know, he felt the exact same way.

#quackity #quackity x reader #quackity imagines #quackity imagine #dream smp imagines #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt imagines

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years ago

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safe space ~ corpse husband

word count: 1296

request?: yes!

“Ok I just had this random imagine idea for corspe husband pop into my head. Its kinda long but I think it would be cute. The reader gets panic/anxiety attacks too but the reader had never been able to calm down or have a safe space when they have them. One time they were on the verge of having one and corspe just held them and they calmed down and they were surprised. It happens like that a few times and the reader realizes he's their safe space. One time they were about to have one and corspe was in his room editing (not streaming or recording) and the reader goes to him and plops on his lap and he's confused and the reader mumbles something like safe space and he's just shocked and happy. Idk I think its cause I just had one that I thoguht of this. I know its long. I just want some long cute corspe fluff. 🖤”

description: in which she finds out that her safe space is in his arms

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing, anxiety attacks

masterlist

The first time we realized that Corpse was my safe space was during an Among Us stream. I was in Corpse’s room playing so that we didn’t accidentally cheat off of one another. The round had ended with me throwing and voting for Leslie instead of Felix, causing the imposters to win, which resulted in everyone immediately yelling when they could all unmute their mics again.

I knew they weren’t actually mad, but I felt myself becoming overwhelmed with all the yelling. My breathing was becoming quicker and more shallow, and everything I could possibly say caught in my throat. Tears were forming in my eyes and my hands were shaking so bad I could barley even try to type anything in the chat. No one noticed my silence over all the shouting, except for Corpse, who knew me all too well.

The door to his YouTube room opened and the next thing I knew, his arms were around me, holding me tightly.

“They’re not actually mad,” he whispered, soothingly, in my ear. “It’s okay baby, you’re okay.”

Although it was still a long process of coming down from my attack, I felt myself relax in his arms quicker than I normally did. I cuddled my head into his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat until I felt myself feeling better. Corpse ended his stream and both of us left the game to spend the rest of the night just cuddling in bed together.

After that, Corpse became my safe place. Whenever he was around for an anxiety attack, he’d take me in his arms and would hold me as long as I needed him to. When he was busy, I’d put on one of his hoodies that smelled like him, which did the trick well enough but not as much as actually feeling his arms around me.

One day, I was hunched over my laptop, trying to make sense of the assignment I had been given for one of my classes. The wording of the assignment made absolutely no sense, and what was expected was extremely confusing. I didn’t know anyone in my class well enough to reach out and ask for help, so I felt stuck. And, of course, the stupid thing was due in a week’s time and I didn’t even know where to start for it.

My mind began to fill with anxious thoughts. I was convinced that this one assignment was going to lead to my ultimate failure of the entire class, and I was sure that that’s what I deserved.

You should’ve started earlier, a voice in my mind was saying. If you fail you deserve it. You have no one to blame but yourself, you lazy piece of shit.

Corpse was in his YouTube room, luckily just editing a video and not actually recording or streaming. As I felt my anxiety attack coming on, I debated on walking in without warning. I needed him more than anything right now, but I didn’t want to interrupt him when he was technically working. However, my vision was already becoming blurred from a combination of tears and how bad I was shaking, so I knew this would be a bad one that I couldn’t ride out on my own.

Corpse looked up at me as I walked into the room without knocking. He looked confused, but pushed his chair out anyways to give me room to curl up on his lap.

“What are you doing?” he asked, a mixture of confused and amused.

“Safe space,” I mumbled against his chest. My shaking was already becoming less intense.

He kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly to him. We sat like that for some time. I listened to Corpse’s steady heartbeat, a soothing sound that could’ve lulled me to sleep if I wasn’t still coming down from my near attack.

After a while, I felt Corpse move his chair back to his desk. He leaned forward ever so slightly as to not disrupt me on his lap and continued to edit his video. I watched as he did so, giggling at the parts that made me laugh, which was approval enough for Corpse to keep them in the video.

We were sat like that for nearly an hour. I had long calmed down, but I was so comfortable in Corpse’s arms that I didn’t want to move. When he finished editing, I turned to face him, straddling his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Are you okay?” he asked, resting his hands on my hips.

“I am now,” I confirmed. “I’m sorry for bothering you while you were editing.”

“You don’t have to apologize, baby. You have nothing to apologize for. You know you can always come to me when you need me.”

I ran my hands through his hair and gave him a light kiss on the nose, causing him to chuckle.

“You’re too good to me,” I said, my voice low in a whisper.

“Saying I’m too good to you implies that you don’t deserve someone who is going to be there for you at all times,” he said. “Which you do. You deserve that and so much more.”

“You’re gonna make me cry!” I said, blinking away the tears of happiness that were forming in my eyes. “Stop being so cute!”

“I can’t, it’s a disease. I can’t get rid of it.”

I giggled and kissed him again.

“Want to talk about what had you so worked up?” he asked.

I sighed and leaned back more to look at him. “It’s that stupid assignment for my class. I’ve left it for too long and now it’s due next week and I have no idea what to do for it. I’m afraid I’m gonna fail, the assignment and the class...and I feel like I deserve to fail for leaving it so late.”

“A week is plenty of time to work on it once you have it figured out,” Corpse said. “Can you email your professor to get it explained?”

“I can try, but she’s awful for responding. Last time I emailed her she didn’t respond until the day it was due, and by then I had already bullshit my way through the assignment and submitted it. I don’t even know I can do that for this one.”

“It’s worth a try. You can email her, then I’ll see if there’s any way I can help you figure it out while you wait. I warn you though, I am not the brightest person out there.”

“Well that’s a lie. You’re much smarter than I am.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. That’s the simp in you clouding your judgement of me.”

I chuckled at this as Corpse pulled me to him to kiss my neck. I let out a squeal as he rose from his chair, my legs still wrapped around his waist and his arms still holding me tightly.

He carried me back to his room and basically threw me down on his bed. He took my school stuff off the bed and proceeded to flop down on top of me, effectively pinned me down to the bed.

“Get up! I gotta email my prof!” I laughed, trying - and failing - to push him off of me.

“You can email later. I want to cuddle.”

I playfully rolled my eyes, but in truth I was grateful for this moment. No stress, no anxiety, just the love of my life in my arms and his head on my chest. I played with his curly brown hair as he ran his fingers gently over my sides.

This was my safe space, my happy place. And I truly couldn’t ask for a better one.

#corpse husband #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband x reader #corpse #corpse imagine #corpse x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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x-reader-theater · 3 years ago

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hello!! first of all, i LOVE your blog!! thats why i decided to be breve and request something!

so would it be alright to get spencer x male!reader who are in a long distance relationship? and like really long distance, i mean the reader would live in like finland or russia. and one day penelope would find out about the relationship (after like 7 months of spencer and reader dating) and wanting to surprise spencer for his birthday! so penelope would either get tickets to the country where the reader lives for spencer or fly the reader Quantico to surprise spencer at the office or at spencers apartment

thank you in advance!

I'm making the reader be Japanese and live in Japan because I realllllly want to go back, like, so badly, and also, Finland and Russia are predominantly white countries and I want the reader for this to be a person of colour :) This is also a "Text fic" for most of it. This is super long but I also kinda wish it was longer loll. Edited by @mystic-writes

Gif by @reidgifs

Spencer Reid: Hello! My name is Dr. Spencer Reid. I was given your WeChat number by a penpal site.

[Y/N] [L/N]: Yes, I am glad that it connected me with someone. I have been waiting for a while.

[Y/N] [L/N]: I also apologize if my English is not very good. I am still learning.

Spencer Reid: Your English is actually very good from the little conversation we've had.

Spencer Reid: I must admit, I'm not used to texting. Penpals for me have always been through letters or postcards. I had to download WeChat for this.

[Y/N] [L/N]: I am sorry. I signed up because I wanted to meet an American, so I could get better at English, and I only use WeChat because texting in Japan is already expensive, and texting outside of Japan is even more expensive.

Spencer Reid: No, that makes total sense.

Spencer Reid: So, I guess I should ask some questions about you.

[Y/N] [L/N]: Yes, that is probably a good idea.

–

Spencer Reid: Can I rant to you for a moment?

[Y/N] [L/N]: Uh, what is "Rant"

[Y/N] [L/N]:?

Spencer Reid: Sorry I was talking to a co-worker

Spencer Reid: I just have a lot I want to say and I need someone to listen.

[Y/N] [L/N]: Oh. Of course!

[Y/N] [L/N]: (◕ᴗ◕✿)

Spencer Reid: Thanks :)

Spencer Reid: It's just this case we wrapped. It's still bothering me. It doesn't feel complete, I guess. There's a piece missing, another unsub, another body, something!

Spencer Reid: And I'm getting nowhere with my colleagues. They won't listen. They keep telling me that sometimes the cases are easy, but it's a little too easy for me.

Spencer Reid: Okay. I'm done. Sorry for that.

[Y/N] [L/N]: Don't apologize. I'm glad you're talking about it.

Spencer Reid: Thank you. For listening.

[Y/N] [L/N]: Anytime (✿^‿^)

–

[Y/N] [L/N]: (Picture Attached)

Spencer Reid: Is that you?

[Y/N] [L/N]: Yeah. I wanted to share with you because we've been talking for a while.

Spencer Reid: (Picture Attached)

[Y/N] [L/N]: Wow, you are very handsome. If I was a girl my mother would be begging us to marry.

Spencer Reid: You're very handsome as well! And I'd still marry you if you asked.

[Y/N] [L/N]: (๑•﹏•)

[Y/N] [L/N]: Really?

Spencer Reid: I didn't actually mean to send that, but yes. I really like you. And seeing how attractive you are made me realize that I would like to date you.

[Y/N] [L/N]: But I live in Japan. You're in America. (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

Spencer Reid: That's okay! We can still talk here. And call and video chat.

Spencer Reid: I want to hear your voice.

[Y/N] [L/N]: I would like that very much.

(Call Incoming)

–

"So, boy wonder," Garcia says one day as Spencer is sitting with her in her office. "What's got you so happy recently?"

Spencer blushes, but doesn't say anything. When Garcia glares at him, he sighs. "I-I started talking to someone recently."

"Ooh! What's her name?" she asks, and Spencer's face goes an even deeper shade of red.

"Uh, his name is [Y/N]," Spencer says, and Garcia nods, smiling. "He-he lives in Japan."

She gasps. "You mean, you've never met? Oh 187, that is just tragic!"

Spencer shrugs. "He doesn't have the money to fly out here and I can't go to him. This job is my life," he says, and Garcia pouts but she doesn't say anything. And she hatches a plan.

–

Spencer grabs his go-bag from the boot of the car and slugs it over his shoulder, sighing heavily.

"Tired, pretty boy?" Morgan asks and Spencer rolls his eyes. They were all tired.

"I just want to go home…" Spencer says aloud. "*And text [Y/N],*' he says in his head.

Morgan nods. "I do too, but we have to finish out our reports," he says and Spencer sighs, nodding his agreement.

They take the elevator to the sixth floor, and Spencer freezes when the doors open.

He flies through the glass double doors and you turn around, opening your arms and pulling him into a hug. He buries his face in your neck and you breathe deeply, inhaling his scent. You don't realize you started crying until Spencer pulls back and wipes under your eyes before leaning in and kissing you.

You just thank God for bringing you here into Spencer's arms. God and a woman, and her name is Penelope Garcia.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x male reader #spencer reid #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #my writing #my work

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sleepy-belphie · 4 years ago

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I have a request if you’re up for it. An MC who just arrived in the Devildom who’s lover just dumped them the day prior. The bros know MC isn’t emotionally or romantically available at the time but the bros still fall in love regardless. How will the bros handle the situation? Thank you! 🙏💗

Hi! I sort of took this idea and ran with it and wrote basically a headcanon short story for each bro lmao. Sorry I got a bit carried away but I hope you like this and it satisfies you! :)

Also thank you so much @midnight-dome for the help with Asmo, you’re a lifesaver

Tags: @kawaiiblack

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Lucifer:

The success of the program depends on your wellbeing

So he checks in on you every other day like clockwork

“Is there anything you need to make your stay more comfortable?”

You always say no

At first, he’s glad you’re staying in

Because it means less trouble for him

But when you skip all of your classes one day, he comes to your room ready to give you a firm reminder of your tasks here

He’s about to knock when he hears you sob

Now, Lucifer has heard a lot of crying in his life

But he’s never heard someone sound so completely broken

He shocks himself when he turns on his heels and walks away

He shocks himself even more when he texts the group chat and demands everyone leaves you alone for the day

That evening he comes into your room with a small plate of food

By then you were are least on top of your sheets

You knew he was gonna ask the same question as always

But this time, his words were different

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Help?”

He simply nods

And though he didn’t outright say what he meant by help, you knew

“I...don’t know?”

“Hm, okay. I’m going to listen to some music in my study. The door will be unlocked should you wish to join me.”

Then he’s gone

The few precious moments Lucifer isn’t working, he prefers to not be disturbed

So why on earth did he invite you to join him in his study?

He doesn’t have time to ponder it because the door opens and you come in with a blanket wrapped around you

The first night you both listen in comfortable silence

A few nights in, you start asking Lucifer about the records he puts on and he has no qualms educating you on it

On night 10 you tell him about the breakup

Once you’re done he, again, asks the same question

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

‘You’ve done more than enough to help me Lucifer, thank you.”

He finds himself blushing from the sincerity in your eyes and the warmth in your smile

That night you fall asleep before the record finishes

Surely you’d wake up aching if he left you in a chair

So he picks you up, carries you to your room, and tucks you into bed carefully

He tells himself he’s doing it for Diavolo

It’s for the program, this is his job

He’s gonna need time to accept his own feelings before he can tell you anything

For now, he’ll keep doing his “job” and spending evenings with you

Mammon:

He didn’t want to be your babysitter

He was a busy guy! He had stuff to do, money to make, things to steal

Some days he gets Beelzebub to keep an eye on you so he can do what he wants

One night in particular he heads to your room to make sure you won’t interfere with his plans

“Yo! The Great Mammon has things to do so don’t-”

He pauses when he sees you sitting on your bed with your headphones plugged into your laptop

He would have assumed you were just watching a sad movie by the tears streaks on your face

But the pain in your eyes…

He’s seen that look before

His brothers held that same look the day they fell from Heaven and lost Lilith

Mammon sits on the bed and you jump, finally noticing him

You expected him to make fun of you but instead, he grabs the tissue box on your bedside table and hands it to you

He glances at your laptop to see what you were watching and sees a paused video of you and someone else

You tell him about the breakup and Mammon listens closely

“What a jerk! Ya deserve better than that! I’d teach ‘em a lesson if they ever showed their face around here!”

You smile for the first time since he came in the room and he feels like he’s done something right

“How about we get some late-night food? I know a 24-hour restaurant with the best baked newt ever. Your treat.”

He’s shocked when you agree

He makes a point to hang out with you more often

He can’t recall exactly when you went from “a human” to “his human”

Maybe it was when you held his hand while you erased all your photos and videos of your ex from your computer

Or when you texted him at 3am because you couldn’t sleep and before he could even think about it he was up and on his way to your room

Or when he spotted you in one of his jackets while walking home from RAD

But his greed was kicking in and he wanted you to be his and only his

However, much like he puts himself first, he knows you need to do the same

So though his nature and mind wants to kiss you silly and have you for himself

Part of him knows he’ll ruin things if he lets his greed take over

So he’ll fight his nature and try his best to be patient

Leviathan:

He had been playing one of his games online

He’s on a big winning streak and feeling a bit cocky

He sees he’s been matched with someone else so he gets into gamer mode

Then he loses the first round

He’s a bit shocked and pissed that his streak was now broken but he has to prove his superiority to whoever this opponent was

So he rematches them

And loses again

And again

He loses 7 rounds in a row

By this point he is fuming

So like any salty gamer he sends a very lengthy, angry message to their inbox

Accusing them of using cheats and hacks because there was no way anyone was more skilled than him at this game

He gets a reply a few minutes later

“Um.....is this Leviathan? Avatar of Envy? It’s MC…”

You knew it was Levi because his username is the same across all his social media platforms

Cue Levi barreling into your room a minute later

“How are you so good!? You’re cheating, aren’t you!? You cheater!’

You weren’t cheating, you just had been playing games day in and day out to distract yourself so you got really good at it

Levi all but demands you to come to his room and show him what you know

You were already playing all night anyway so why not play with someone?

Initially, Levi would have you come over just to show him your tactics

(Also to get some team wins on his stats because he never has anyone to play with)

But you were actually pretty chill for a normie

Maybe if he exposed you to his otaku ways you would take to them and he wouldn’t be the only one in the house anymore!

You don’t become an otaku but you do get invested in almost every anime he shows you

He starts inviting you over for midnight premieres of new episodes

He starts buying extra merch because what if you wanted one?

He was used to disproving looks from his brothers when he mass buys stuff from Akuzon

But you only smile and listen when he tells you about his new special edition item

You never once judged him and his unconventional ways

This epiphany makes him extra nervous for your weekly hangouts

It was only a matter of time before you came across a break up in an anime

When the episode ended you told him about your break up and how the protagonist reminded you of yourself because they also were taking a break from love

Levi has seen this anime before actually

He remembers how the protagonist reacted to a side character confessing to them and it went bad

So while he knows he likes you, he holds off on saying anything because the last thing he wants is to be a bad story arc in your life

Lucky for him he’s always a flustered blushing mess so you shouldn’t suspect a thing

Satan:

He is the Avatar of Wrath so whenever there is rage, he is aware

He feels anger radiating through the house one day and thinks his brothers are just fighting again

Imagine his surprise when he realizes the source of the anger is coming from your room

He walks in and sees you throwing things around and screaming, your room was destroyed

He sees you’re about to step on some glass and instantly swoops in and picks you up so you don’t hurt yourself

But then you curl up against him and burst into tears

He stands there, not quite sure what to do

He ends up sitting on the bed and letting you cry for a while

You word vomit about your break up and he listens carefully and notes the anger welling up inside you as you speak

He knows all too well what anger can do to someone and a fragile human shouldn’t have to go through that

“Would you like some tea?”

He can spare 30 minutes for some small talk with the human if it meant that you wouldn’t be left in your thoughts

You look at him like he has three heads but agree because your room is a mess and you don’t wanna deal with it right now

Tea time becomes a daily occurrence and soon enough it escalates to full-on hangouts

Going to the bookstore, going to cat cafes, going wherever you wanted to really

One time you both took a day trip to the human world

Lucifer wasn’t happy to find out his brother and you were gone for an entire day but he lets it go when he sees that you’re smiling genuinely for the first time in weeks

What Satan didn’t expect was how these outings made him feel

He finds himself distracted from his books because he can’t stop thinking about how cute you looked holding that black cat at the cafe

Or how happy you looked when you took him to that ice cream shop in your hometown that you really love

He wakes up and you’re the first thing to pop into his mind

He’s not dumb, he knows he’s fallen in love

But he also knows this isn’t the right time, you aren’t ready

So he’ll keep being there for you as a friend

And if you ever want him to be there as something more, he’ll happily oblige

Asmodeus:

There was a movie night at the House of Lamentation

Today’s movie was an action movie, courtesy of Mammon

Amidst all the face punching and explosions, there was a budding romance between the main characters

After the third obnoxious makeout scene, you leave the room claiming you need to go to the restroom

But you leave just a *little* too fast and Asmo can feel something is up

And he thrives on gossip so he intends to find out what is it

He leaves the room a few minutes later and catches you in the hallway, determined to get you to spill the tea

You tell him about the breakup

He wasn’t prepared for the tea to be so bitter

“Oh. Well, you know what’s good for that? Face masks!”

He had to save face somehow and beauty was his default

He’s a bit shocked when you agree but you both ditch movie night to do face masks and talk a bit

He decides to share a couple of bad date experiences he’s had to make you feel better

“Trust me, you haven’t felt embarrassment until you have someone vomit Enfield brains on your new pants and shoes while at one of the hottest clubs in the Devildom.”

You spent the entire night giggling and listening to his stories

Devildom products are surprisingly effective on your skin so you keep asking Asmo to show you new products

Plus his company is nice

Self-care days become a common occurrence

Then those self-care days become self-care sleepovers

He starts intentionally waiting to try anything new because he wants you to be there when he does

He buys more of those scented candles you told him smelled nice

A few weeks later you’re having a self-care sleepover again and you have this really cute focused look on your face while painting your nails

He knows he likes you, but this was different than his usual attraction

He didn’t want to fuck you

Well he did but not just fuck you

He wouldn’t mind if there was something more

But you routinely ended your self-care nights by yelling ‘Fuck love!’ at the top of your lungs and laughing

So he knows now isn’t the time and he’s actually okay with that

You were a sight to behold regardless of his relationship status with you

But he hopes you’ll indulge in him one day

Beelzebub:

Mammon keeps pushing his human watching duties on Beel

But he doesn’t really care because he’s being paid in cheesecake

After his third day of keeping an eye on you, he notices you aren’t eating much

Being the Avatar of Gluttony, this is basically a crime

He starts bringing extra snacks with him when he hangs out with you

“I think the chocolate flavor is better than the vanilla. What do you think?”

He actually doesn’t have a preference

He just wants to know which snacks you like more so he can bring more of them

He makes a game out of it so you don’t think about how much you’re eating

“It motivates me to work out longer when I get a snack, could you help me?”

You sit on his back and after every pushup, you both eat a bit of whatever snack he has

He keeps going until he thinks you’ve eaten a decent amount

Or you say you’re getting full

Belphie notices that Beel is refilling his snack stash more often but he doesn’t say anything

Beel feels an immense sense of accomplishment when you finish your plate at dinner a few days later

Soon after you tell him about the breakup

“It hit me hard but you made it easier to cope, Beel. These hangouts are the highlight of my day so thank you.”

There’s a certain pang Beel gets in his stomach when he’s really hungry

Somehow your words made that pang happen in his chest

But this didn’t hurt him, quite the opposite actually

He felt good, he felt happy

It was strange for his stomach to be the quiet one while his heart went wild

But this wasn’t a change he minded too much

He wasn’t sure what to make of it but he knows he wants to figure it out with you

And he’ll take his time doing so because he liked how things were now

Belphegor:

He’s intrigued by you after the first week of your stay

He’s never seen a human who slept as much as he did

Frankly, he was impressed

Until Lucifer informed everyone about your recent breakup and made it clear to not upset you

That’s when Belphie realized these were not the leisurely naps he takes, but depression naps

One day he sees you sleeping in the living room and you looked so distressed

Sleeping was meant to be a peaceful state but you looked so unhappy

So he wakes you up

“You’re in my sleeping spot.”

You weren’t in his sleeping spot.

“Oh sorry, I’ll move-”

“You’re already here. We can both fit.”

Before you can protest he’s all comfy next to you and falling back asleep

Having another person next to you was kind of comforting so you let it go and go back to sleep

What you didn’t know was Belphie could partially influence your dreams

He can make them more pleasant but he can’t control what you dream about

He knows it works when he wakes up and you have a relaxed expression on your sleeping face

You wake up soon after looking confused

“Good dream?”

“I think? I had a dream I rode a unicorn to the moon then carved my initials into it?”

Napping together in the living room becomes a routine

And every time you woke up you told him about the dream you had with a small smile

A few weeks later he notices he no longer has to influence your dreams for them to be good

So he leaves you be and instead curls up in the attic for his afternoon nap

He wakes up a bit when he feels someone lay down next to him

It’s probably Beel

“Why didn’t you tell me you moved napping spots?”

His eyes open and he looks over to see you pouting at him

“I just sorta ended up here.”

“Well, I can’t nap without my cuddle buddy now can I?”

You’re teasing him and he should be annoyed

But he’s blushing

He spoons you to hide that fact, resting his forehead on your shoulder

But while your dreams were getting better, it didn’t mean you were ready to move on

So he just enjoys his intimate cuddling sessions with you and tries not to think too hard about the fact that he really likes how your body fits against his

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niksfics · 3 years ago

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↬ FATE

↬ PAIRINGS: kenma x f!reader (side aka rebound mention) miya atsumu x f!reader

↬ WARNINGS: a whole lotta angst, breakup, it’s an online relationship, kenma is cold and hurts ur feelings

↬ SUMMARY: your relationship with kenma really had felt like the last one. He was it, turns out he didn’t have similar feelings.

↬ A/N: alright loves!! This isn’t proofread at all it’s 2 in the morning I’ll edit when I wake up, butttt Thanks to my lovely ex girlfriend you are now being graced with this steaming pile of trash. (Lovely was not meant sarcastically at all she is in fact very lovely.) Ngl almost, if not all of this story is about my relationship with my ex gf. This is how I cope people. ￫ It’s taken me awhile to actually be able to right something that’s why things kinda stopped. Tbh after she broke up with me it’s been very hard for me to write so hopefully this helps! And I hope you enjoy!! I would also just like to say if it feels a lil weird it’s cause these are things I’ve actually written in my notes I tweaked it a little to fit the story but it’s straight from the source 😩

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You sighed as you opened your notes app. Your eyes scanning over all of the little facts and quirks he had told you about himself. All the stuff you’d wanted to remember. The stuff that had seemed so important to you before. Now it was meaningless, almost like facts about a stranger. Almost as if you hadn’t spent four months learning about and growing with eachother.

You scrolled down a little bit right under, how his favorite marvel character is Spider-Man and you chewed on your lip. Your fingers hovering above the keyboard on your phone. You looked over the facts again. The things he dislikes and the stuff he adores, the things he likes to collect to the way he feels passionately about a certain topic. You begin to type.

Friday June 25th 2022 12:22 Am

I cried again tonight, because I still love you. It’s been a month and six days since we broke up. It feels like there’s a hole in my chest. You seem to be doing fine though, so I’m happy for you! This is the second time since we’ve broken up that I’ve felt actual physical emotional pain in my chest. Remember when I told you how bad it hurt after we broke up? Remember how you didn’t even ask if I was ok? Didn’t even bother to answer. Do you remember that? I remember. I’ve thought about it every day since. I remember it being so bad I genuinely thought I was having a heart attack. Wasn’t until I’d called tetsu crying that he’d told me it was just emotional and I should probably try to relax.

I read through our old messages. I’ve never wanted something back so bad. Never wanted to beg anyone to stay till now. I wish you loved me like I love you. I wish I hadn’t grown so attached, wish I hadn’t fallen so deeply into love with you. I wish it wasn’t my fault that we broke up. I wish I wasn’t so fucking scared. I wish I was fearless. Wish I could rise into love bravely. I wish I was brave when it came to you. I keep telling myself it was me. It was me not you. You didn’t love me anymore. You don’t love me anymore and you’re just too nice to say that. So you told me in the only way I could handle. Except you hadn’t used the words you should have. You got bored. We both know it’s true. You were bored of it, and I don’t blame you. I know we’ll never talk again, and part of me is so glad. Another part of me forces myself to read through all our messages though. I wish I could just tell you one last time. I love you.

You sighed saving it before closing out of it. Tears you hadn’t known were falling finally became known to you as they streamed down your cheeks. Your eyes puffy as you wet your lips, the salt of them coating your tongue. You were bitter and so were your tears. I briefly wondered what he was doing right now. Probably playing a video game. You knew his schedule all to well by now. Probably testing out a new game for his stream.

A new set of fresh tears fell as you remembered how you used to call him right before he went on. Being lulled to sleep by his occasionally curses and the clicking oh his controller or his keyboard.

You never expected things to end this way. You really thought he was the last one. Yes it had only been four months, but the way he made you feel. The way that it had felt. It had felt final, and you’d been friends before you even started dating.

You sniffle moving yourself to the kitchen to poor yourself a glass of water as you remembered how nervous you were when you first texted him. You had acumulated quite the crush on him back in high school. As Inarazaki’s manager you were required to go to the games, and even after your team lost you had stuck around. Watched him play and cheered him on. Two weeks later you had begun to text, as friends of course. It wasn’t until four months ago that you’d gotten together.

Your anniversary was only two days prior to your break up. You both had never been one to even care about that stuff. You had agreed early on in the relationship that we wouldn’t do anything due to the distance, and the business of our schedules. You were never one for remembering things like anniversaries anyways.

He really did feel like the one. Sometimes you just know. Sometimes you can just feel it. Like, you know that feeling you get when you know something is off or you know for sure something is about to happen even without being told it’s going to. That’s what it felt like to be with kozume kenma.

You thought you knew, you thought this time, this time its for real. You thought it was finally safe to say, that he was the one. You both had even admitted to looking for each others initials in those stupid soulmate tik tok videos.

You were finally in a mature relationship with someone you could talk about anything to. You had gotten so caught up in it, that you didn’t even see the end creeping up on you.

↝

You’d finally gained the courage to text him again. Unfortunately it was in a drunken daze. Your hands shaking as you fumbled with your phone typing things you’d come to regret in the morning. You’d sent him a series of texts telling him how much you missed him, how you didn’t understand how he was so okay. You had been a wreck that night. One of your friends puking in her toilet as you cried. You were happy of course that he was doing so well, but you’d been a wreck for so long and he hadn’t even changed. You told him you wished you could be okay.

When you’d awoken the next morning hair knotted in a complete mess and wiping drool from your chin your heart had sunk even lower. His response was cold. You knew that kenma could be cold. You knew that it was just who he was, but this particular text had felt so unfeeling and unfamiliar, it was as if he hadn’t even sent it himself. He had only ever talked like this to you once and that was when you first became friends all those years ago.

Kozume ❤️

Hey, it’s okay. And yeah you see what I choose to put up. I could be better. But I choose to stay optimistic and busy. Sorry that things are this way.

You had never seen so many periods in a text before. He only used grammar like that when he was peeved, and maybe you were wrong, maybe he’d done that on purpose, but it had hurt so bad. It had caused an ache so deep in your chest that you weren’t sure if you’d ever even dated him at all.

Yeah.

It was the only thing you could bring yourself to respond back with. How were you supposed to respond to that? You’d stared at it for so long and after you’d sent it you wished you had said more. Wished you would’ve said something more insightful than a simple, heartbroken, “yeah.”

Not too long later there was another ping and you held your breath. His name briefly appearing across your screen.

Yeah. I could be better. But I hope you do well soon. I’m sorry that I can’t really do much to help out

And of course you did the only thing you could do. Deflect. Pretend like you hadn’t said what you’d said not even fourteen hours ago.

No it’s fine. I’m fine. You don’t have to apologize. I’m sorry that you could be doing better.

He left you on seen. You knew you sounded like an asshole. At least to you, you felt like an asshole. Why couldn’t you have come up with something else. Why couldn’t you tell him the truth. Tell him how you felt. Tell him that you didn’t think you should be broken up anymore. That the month long cruel joke was over and you were ready to spend your nights falling asleep to him playing video games again. You didn’t though, and you never would. You’re not brave enough, too prideful to even try.

You swallowed down the bile rising in your throat as you realized even if you did beg him. Begged him to take you back. Tell him that you still love him. You were too late, and you just couldn’t be selfish when it comes to him. He is over you and it was so plainly obvious. You know that deep down. Know that he’s moved on, and it kills you inside. So you did the only thing you could do. Try and put it into words.

So as you lay in bed the warm body you let occupy your space sound asleep beside you, his toned blonde hair tousled slightly and you sighed. Finally away from the shenanigans of your friends you took a deep breath before you closed your eyes.

You opened up your notes app again and scrolled past the last entry. You swallowed again as you blinked the tears out of your eyes. Your thumbs beginning to move before you even gave them permission.

Wednesday June 30th 2022 1:39 Am

Here I am again. Stuck. Stuck in the same place I’ve been for so long. You know, I write so beautifully when I’m broken. I’m most of my best work is written when I’m being torn apart. But I just, I can’t seem to find the words. I can’t seem to put it into a document and turn out little story into a different story to cope. Can’t seem to write it out. Can’t seem to move on.

I hovered over the unfollow button on your page today, to keep myself from scrolling through your things again. To keep myself from getting hurt. So I don’t have to be reminded. I want to delete it. Delete where we officially met. On a chat through my screen. I wanna wipe the messages clean. And I’ve tried. Oh how I’ve tried. But I can’t.

I want to delete our conversations. The hours long talks we had, but then, what happens afterwards? What keeps the memories alive. I’d never been so in love with someone before. I’ve never actually…. Been in love before. I thought I’d been in love, but it didn’t feel like that, and losing them never hurt like this. Losing someone has never hurt this bad before.

I’ve never felt the emptiness you left so deep in my very being with anyone I’ve ever met before. I can’t seem to pull myself together. And it’s pathetic I know. It’s pathetic that I’m still here. In the same place I was a month ago. It’s about to be two months we’ve haven’t been together. I’m hurting. Hurting so bad. It’s painful to look at you.

I haven’t deleted the photos even though I probably should. They’re still tucked away in an album in my camera roll labeled “us <3” the one one I made specially just for you. The way I’d been so excited when I was finally ready to tell my friends. I even have this stupid notes folder from when we were dating where I wrote all the little things about you that I never wanted to forget. I find you so endearing. Everything you do. I just couldn’t help but right it down to keep it safe so it never leaves my mind. So that I never forget. But now, forgetting is all I want to do.

I never thought there’d be a time in my life where I was more emotionally stunted that I normally. So stunted I can’t even put this, our split up, into words. Make it something entertaining for somebody else to read. Write a book about it. My publicist keeps asking when the sequel for my book will be done. I don’t know if it’ll ever be finished. I can’t do the one thing I’ve always been good at. I’m crying as I write this.

And I wish it would just end here in this little notes app. Wish the love would die in here. I always think I’m over you and then I see you again, and nowadays your everywhere. A very big hit and I’m happy for you and your success, but seeing you makes my heart squeeze in my chest.

I think I’m over you until I play that stupid fucking game that causes me to scream at my phone, or my laptop in frustration, but I just can’t seem to delete it because I know it’s something that you love. That show we used to talk about. I know you know which one, I can’t seem to watch it without thinking of what was. You’ve ruined it forever cause now it only reminds me of you. I know you’ll never see this, but I like to imagine you can. That my time for closure has somehow come.

When you told me you were sorry that things were this way, it was a real slap in the face. It stopped my false hope. My wishing. It all came to a halt. I’m glad. Glad that you’re happier. That you’re better without me. But god, now I’m so fucked up and I can’t even talk to you.

You were the only person I had left. The only one who understood me. And now you’re gone. You took a part of me with you that night. A part that I’ll never get back. I should’ve known that you would leave. I’ve never been able to get someone to stay for longer than three to four months.

I thought I could let my guard down though. I thought we were in the clear. I’d thought finally. Finally someone is gonna stay. I thought you were my person. I still think that to this day. I thought we were gonna make it. And now I’m with this guy I don’t even like. He’s not you, he doesn’t act like you. He doesn’t like video games like you do.

He doesn’t talk to me like you do. Like you did. But you know how it ended I don’t need to put it here. Unfortunately I’ll always love you even if you don’t love me. This is so scattered, I’m sorry I couldn’t make you happy.

With that you closed the app and put down your phone. Plugging in it and as it dinged miya atsumu rolled over in his sleep. He reached for you his hands wrapping around your waist to tug you against his strong body.

His gravely voice whispering through sleep, “mmm finally decided to come to bed?” You hum moving an arm under on of his to wrap around his thin waist. “Mhm, thought you might need the company.” You began to draw little shapes and letters against his back as he chuckled, “oh yea? How thoughtful of you princess.”

Suddenly it was quiet and your closed eyes opened to his wide brown ones, his eyebrows furrowing .

“Did you just spell kozume on my back?”

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the-bau-quinjet · 4 years ago

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Round 2: Tik Tok

Bucky x reader

Part 2 to Round 1: Fruit Snacks

Summary: You enlist Peter to help you prank Steve, Sam, and Bucky.

Warnings: Language!

Word Count: 1795

a/n: Ahh, part 2! Gotta love tik tok. This entire part was inspired by the first Chris Evans tik tok I linked... I linked all the tik toks I referenced, but the descriptions in the fic have been edited a bit to better fit the scene!

Masterlist

"Peter!" You called to him from the other end of the hallway as he entered the elevator. "Hold the door!"

He smiled back at you, holding the doors open as you ran down the hallway.

"Perfect. I need your help." You whispered as the doors closed, never knowing if a super soldier could hear you or not. You had an evil glint in your eyes that clearly said you were scheming.

"Oh, okay. What do you need Ms. L/N?" His eyes were wide, never having seen you this devious before.

"Peter. How many times have I told you to just call me Y/N? You make me feel old, and I am not old." You huffed, stalling for time.

"Right, Y/N. Got it. What do you need my help with?" He asked as the elevator doors opened.

You peaked your head, looking both ways before exiting. You gestured for him to follow you, exiting the compound and walking toward the gate where May was picking him up after a date with Happy.

"I need you to play the video on this flash drive at Tony's next party." You said when you reached the end of the driveway, handing him the mentioned flash drive.

"Why?" He took the device, albeit with a bit of hesitation.

"Because, I'm pranking Steve, Sam, and Bucky. They tried to get me the other day and failed miserably. Honestly, just watching them on edge has been great, but it's time for payback." You smirked, knowing the prank wouldn't do any real harm.

"Oh, Mr. Stark told me about that!" His eyes were wide with recognition. "Good job with the fake crying, I would've loved to see it."

"Well, you can help me get them back if you play that on the projector screen at Tony's next party." You nodded toward the flash drive, wanting to confirm the plan.

"What is it?" Peter looked nervous, unsure if he should get involved.

"Don't worry, it's nothing bad. Just a few tik toks I found from fans. Three for each of them." You smirked, already picturing the blushes. This would really get Steve and Bucky more than Sam, but when you came across the first video you couldn't not do it.

"Alright. I'm in!" He smiled, happy to help you. "But, why can't you just play the video?" He questioned, obviously not well versed in the world of pranks.

"Because, if they see me doing anything out of the ordinary at the party, they'll know something's up. I have to act normal, so it's a surprise." You outline the plan, explaining the need for two people.

"Why me?" He asked again, genuinely curious.

"Because, they won't think I'd go to you for help. They think you'll do anything to get them to stop teasing you, so they won't see it coming."

Peter nodded, understanding your logic. "Wow. You've really thought of everything." He smiled as May pulled up.

"I know. It's going to be great." You smirked, turning and running back inside before anyone could see you.

The night of the party, it took everything in you not to wear the world's biggest smirk.

Sam, Bucky, and Steve have been on edge ever since your warning, waiting for you to strike. They were huddled by the bar, appearing deep in conversation.

"Hi boys." You greeted them from behind, causing them to jump at the intrusion.

Sam recovered first, smirking at you. "Y/N. We've got a theory."

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

"You warned us about your next prank, and then planned nothing." You bit your lip, trying to appear deep in thought.

"Interesting theory. What do you have to support it?" You tilted your head to the side, waiting for more of an explanation.

"It's been a week, and you haven't done anything." Steve started, less confident than Sam, but still sounding sure.

"I haven't?" You questioned, enjoying watching them squirm. "You sure?"

Bucky shook his head with a grin. "You're doing it again. Trying to make us paranoid."

Your gave them your sweetest smile, running your hand up and down Bucky's arm. "Whatever you say, dear." You said it with mock reassurance, then walked away grinning.

The three men shared a look, trying not to seem overly paranoid, but failing.

You felt eyes on you for the entire party. There was never a minute at least one of them wasn't watching your every move. You were fairly certain they were even keeping tabs on Wanda and Nat, just to make sure you hadn't enlisted their help.

You chatted with Nat, Wanda, and Pepper, danced for a bit, and ate some food, all while ignoring their stares.

Around 9:30, Peter managed to get the video queued up. All eyes were on the projector screen at the sudden noise.

A tik tok started playing, flashing different images of Steve as the music played.

"Hush hush hush, blush blush blush, you are now my big fat crush."

Steve's face grew redder as the video played, turning into a tomato by the end.

"Love me, and hug me, and touch me. And well, fuck me."

Another video immediately started playing, also featuring pictures of Steve.

The caption read "Let me present to you: Steve Rogers Walking" backed by some sexy music.

"When marimba rhythm starts to play, dance with me, make me sway."

Clips of Steve walking, whether it be in uniform from a news clip or in suits from press events, graced the screen.

He was hiding his head in his hands, too embarrassed to even think you could have done this. He had been watching you all night, you couldn't have set up the video.

Bucky and Sam laughed as a third video started to play.

The on screen text read as follows:

"People: how do you sleep at night? Me:"

A girl fell into her bed, swaddled in a blanket covered in pictures of Steve.

The screen flashed black for a few seconds, making everyone think the impromptu display was over. That is, until a new video began playing.

A heavy bass started thumping as a girl appeared on screen, counting down with her fingers along with the sound.

"3, 2, 1."

Sam appeared on screen, a plethora of his most used interview and press clips being played.

He was enjoying the praise, although slightly embarrassed at the video being played in front of all these people.

Another video began playing, showing Sam acting out different Avengers in a game of charades.

"Oh!" It was highly edited to draw attention to his amusing sound effects.

Finally, a clip from an interview Sam did with Steve and Scott came up.

"The problem isn't the kids, the problem is the parents."

You knew he wouldn't be embarrassed by the same things as Steve, so you chose a few random videos you found to call him out for not always thinking before speaking.

The screen flashed black again, transitioning to videos of Bucky.

A clip that had gone viral from Sam's account was edited with new music, resulting in the crowd hearing Bucky say:

"Suck my dick!" Followed by the song "if you gave me a chance, i would take it."

These videos were really just for you. You watched them so many times while looking for the three best ones.

Although, Bucky's wide eyes and rosy cheeks definitely didn't hurt.

The next video began with Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake.

"Take it to the chorus. Come here girl."

Pictures of Bucky flashed across the projector screen, showing off his physique. You don't know where fans find this pictures, but you loved them for it.

The last video of Bucky was a pov someone made about yours and Bucky's relationship. Although the two of you were flirty, nothing had been discussed.

Maybe that's why you chose this one.

You and Bucky were having a fake conversation that went as follows:

Y/N: "Bucky, I like your last name."

Bucky: "Oh thanks, that's sweet."

Then, in sync with the music in the background:

Y/N: "Can I steal it from you?"

Bucky: "Of course, doll."

Y/N: "What'd he sayyyyy?"

The crowd laughed at that one, knowing how the media and fans speculate about your relationship.

Finally, the screen went dark, no more videos lined up to play.

You made your way over to the guys as everyone resumed their normal party activities.

"What a show guys. Really well done. Don't forget to thank your fans." You slow clapped, enjoying their flustered faces.

"How long were you planning that?" Steve, blush just beginning to fade, questioned you.

"I've had the video made for 6 days. I started planning the second you left for the store." You grinned, enjoying the high of a good, harmless prank.

"We've been watching you all night. How did you manage to queue the video?" Sam questioned, eyes narrowed.

"I had help." You shrugged noncommittally. You wouldn't give up Peter's role in the prank unless he wanted you to.

"From? We had eyes on Nat and Wanda." Bucky questioned further, but you just shook your head.

"I can't reveal my sources." You laughed again at their matching looks of annoyance.

Suddenly, something clicked for Bucky.

"So, you chose all of the videos?" He sounded so curious, you couldn't help but fill him in.

"I did. It didn't take long. The internet is full of videos of the three of you. They were pretty fun to look through." You laughed at a few videos you opted to leave out of the montage.

"What's this about you liking my last name then?" Bucky had a new confidence about him with this question.

Having expected this question at some point, you had already thought of how you would answer.

"Well, the fans want what they want. Maybe we should give it to them." You stepped closer as Sam and Steve awkwardly shuffled away.

"You think so, doll?" Bucky relied, hands moving to your waist.

"I don't see why not." You closed the distance, pressing your lips to his in a moment you had been thinking about for months.

You moved together, pulling each other closer even when you were already chest to chest.

Eventually, the sound of a throat clearing caused you to break apart.

Tony was playfully glaring at the two of you.

"L/N, if you ever use my protégé to pull a stunt like that again, at least include some videos of me." He whined.

You laughed at his statement, having expected him to be annoyed at you interrupting his party.

"Can do Stark."

He walked off as you turned back to Bucky, whose mouth was hung open like a fish.

You gave him a questioning look as he sputtered.

"Parker helped you?!"

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t-lostinworlds · 4 years ago

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can you do tom and reader who’s most likely too couple edition 🥺

TH’s YouTube Extras: Most Likely To

a/n: i’m sorry this took long, love. this is short and sweet, kinda a different format but i hope you still like it! Oh and Harry is in italics ahaha.

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You were sat crossed legged on the couch, closely beside Tom who was all sprawled out. His legs were open wide as he leaned back on the cushion with one arm on the back of the sofa, right behind you. There was a camera on a tripod right in front of you both that was already recording.

"Hello guys! Welcome to our...second channel, should I call it?" Tom turned to you with a chuckle. You gave him a nod and a sweet smile. "This is basically where we post the shorter and more unplanned videos," he elaborated, glancing back at the camera with a soft chuckle.

"Today we're going to be doing a quick Who Is Most Likely To," you explained. "We've got our ping-pong paddles right here with each our name on opposite sides," you added, showing the camera the paddles with Tom doing the same.

"And Harry is right behind the camera to ask the questions," Tom finished, pointing towards Harry to get this game going.

Who's most likely to date a celebrity?

"That's such a bad first question," you scoffed with a shake of your head, lifting up the paddle with your name.

"I mean, she's dating one now," Tom laughed, doing the exact same and showed your name as he wriggled his brows at the camera.

Who's most likely to be dramatic?

Both of you raised the paddle with Tom's name on it, the lad beside you chuckling with a nod.

"Yeah, I don't think we need to explain this one," he said.

"He's just over dramatic with everything," you pointed out with a playful roll of your eyes.

"No, I'm not!" Tom protested with a loud gasp, the hand that held the paddle landing on his chest as he gawked at you.

"You were saying?" You raised your brow, Tom pouting in response but didn't bother to say another word. You giggled at that, leaning towards him to place a sweet kiss on his cheek that was quick to replace his pout with a bright grin.

Who's most likely to die due to something stupid?

Tom showed your name with a soft chuckle, you nodding in agreement as you lifted the paddle up with your name too.

"I'm just so clumsy," you laughed. "I'd probably slip and break my neck in the process so yeah, me."

"You see now why I'm overprotective over your clumsy but pretty ass?" Tom pointed out, narrowing his eyes at you. "I need to wrap you in those human-size bubbles to keep you from harm I swear."

"See what I mean about overdramatic?" you challenged, turning to the camera with a deadpan expression.

"It's just 'cause I love you too much, darling," he crooned, leaning closer to place a tender kiss on your temple. You leaned into his warmth with a soft hum and a love-struck smile on your lips, a sight that only made Tom's heart melt.

Mostly like to go to prison for something stupid?

"Probably me," Tom chuckled, paddle up to show his name.

You did just the same. "I mean you've already admitted to wanting to rob a bank," you giggled.

"If I have superpowers," he countered.

"But that's still a very stupid thing to admit in public, is it not?" you giggled, Tom sighing softly as he nodded in agreement.

Who's most likely to cry during a sad movie?

Both of you lifted your paddles up at the same time, your name written on each of it.

"I mean I'm a big crier too but it would take a very emotional scene. But the minute she sees someone else cry, she's gone," Tom explained, turning you with a soft chuckle.

"I don't know why but yeah, every time I see someone else cry, I start crying too," you admitted with a timid laugh.

Tom's arm fell from the couch and landed on your shoulder, giving your arm a loving squeeze as he pulled you closer to his side, keeping it touch there for the rest of the video. "It just means you've got a big heart," he gushed, flashing you one of his many charming grins. You beamed at him lovingly in response, giving him a light pat on the chest as a silent 'thank you'.

Who's most likely to cry during sex?

"What kind of cry?" Tom asked, turning towards his brother.

...just generally speaking.

"Well, I haven't so—" Tom shrugged as he lifted his paddle up with your name on it.

"I have," you muttered softly, lifting the paddle of your name up, covering your face with it to hide your slight embarrassment.

"When it just feels too go—" Tom stopped himself when you shot him a death glare. He turned back to the camera and laughed, "I'm not going to finish that sentence or I'll die."

Who's most likely to go a week without a shower?

You showed Tom's name swiftly with a laugh, him doing just the same with a shaking his head in slight shame.

"It's because I'm too busy sometimes," Tom reasoned, turning to look at you with a pout, finger running up and down your arm softly.

"I don't let that happen by the way," you said as you turned to the camera. "If I need to drag him to the shower then I will."

"Among other things she does to get me in the shower," Tom muttered, mischief glimmering in his orbs as he wriggled his brows at you suggestively.

You could only roll your eyes at him.

Most likely to be a romantic?

The two of you looked at each other, paddles remaining down, smiles on your lips because you both know it was a tie.

"We're both equally romantics," Tom chuckled, giving your arm a squeeze before turning to the camera as he added, "She occasionally gives me flowers out of the blue and it honestly makes my heart soar every damn time."

You laughed with a shrug. "Yeah, because flowers don't have genders you know. A lady can get her man flowers too," you hummed, beaming widely at Tom.

"Damn right." He shot the camera firm look before turning to meet your gaze again. "I love getting flowers from you," he gushed, hand running up and down your arm fondly.

"And I love getting flowers from you too." You tilted your head at him with a bright, loving smile. "And sweets," you giggled.

Who is most likely to initiate sex?

"We both do," Tom chuckled, turning to you, his brows furrowing when you had your paddle up with his name on it.

"More Tom than me but not by much," you explained to the camera with a shrug, the lad chuckling without any protest because it was in fact, true.

Who's most likely to use the other person's toothbrush?

You quickly raised Tom's name with a shake of your head. "Mainly because I would never," you said, glancing over to your boyfriend who had his own name up. You stared at him curiously. "Wait a sec, have you?"

Tom flashed you a guilty smile. "It was an accident," he started. "I thought I grabbed my toothbrush but as soon as I placed it in my mouth I made eye-contact with my actual toothbrush and yeah."

"Tom!" you gasped, smacking his shoulder lightly.

"It's not like my tongue hasn't been in your mouth before!" he defended with a laugh.

"That's different you muppet! You're not shoving your tongue in my mouth to clean it now aren't you?"

"Shoving is a bit harsh," he muttered which only earned a glare from you. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry! But it was an accident I swear," he chuckled, wrapping both his arms around you for a quick hug, a soft kiss landing on top of your head soon after.

All you could do was sigh, Tom letting you go with a chuckle as he sat straighter. "Right, last one," he said.

Who is most likely to give a lap dance?

Tom showed your name with a smirk, glancing at your answer which only made him furrow his brows. "What'd you mean me?" Tom chuckled as he gestured towards your paddle with his name on it.

"Uh, have you seen your umbrella performance?" you said as a matter of fact, turning towards the camera with a grin.

The lad beside you groaned in dismay as he hung his head, earning a laugh from you. Lifting his head back up with a grin, he turned to you with a brow raised in challenge. "But who has actually given one?" Tom countered.

You felt your cheeks heat up at that.

"Yeah, that's right turn that paddle around," he teased, you showing your name with a sigh as you hid your face behind the paddle once again. "I'm a very very lucky guy," he hummed towards the camera, earning an eye-roll from you.

"So, that's it for today! I hope you enjoyed this short-styled video. And we'll see you again next time!"

Once he was sure that the camera was off, Tom was quick to wrap his arms around your torso, snuggling into you with a glimmer in his brown orbs.

"Babe, I don't feel like showering today," Tom whined, pout in full play as he looked at you expectantly.

"What, you want an incentive?" You raised a brow at your man, your fingers combing through his hair adoringly.

"Please?" he cooed, hiding face on the crook of your neck, a hot kiss landing on your skin soon after. "Save some water?"

You can't help but giggle at that, knowing that it wasn't a good point since you mostly spend longer in the shower when you're with him. But either way, his offer does sound very alluring.

"Fine, shower in five minutes."

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missskzbiased · 4 years ago

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My Whole New World

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Oneshot, Drabble, Established Relationship! au

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem! Reader [Chubby! Described as squishy and Glasses mentioned as well, as requested]

Word Count: ~1,6K [I’m Proud! It’s the closest of a Drabble I’ll ever get]

Notes: The fifth fanfic for the Valentine’s request [That you can find here]

Chan || Minho || Changbin || Hyunjin || Han || Felix || Seungmin || Jeongin

Masterlist

Requested: Yes, by @fivefootfuryanon

EDIT: I knew I forgot to say something here. Wifey, I didn’t do the ‘ADHD’ part because I didn’t think I could do it well in a drabble. Maybe in the future I can write something longer. I’d like to picture it respectufully and study about it before writing it, so that’s why :’(

General Tag List: @channiewoo @aliceu @bythesunnotbythemoon

[If you wish to be tagged to the other Valentine’s requests, please send me an ask <3]

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You were guilty.

Guilty of liking Disney’s songs too much.

What was the big deal with that?!

You should have known that having Chan in your house would end up in you being humiliating at some point today. In fact, you had your suspicions that you were bound to attack him when he finished Chan’s Room ─ which he was doing right now in your bedroom as you washed the dishes ─, and, of course, you weren’t mistaken.

“A whole new world!” You screamed at the top of your lungs; soaked and soapy sponge turning into a microphone for a moment as your free hand ─ that dropped the spoon in the sink just for this ─ slowly made its way to the sky, as if your singing abilities were good enough for this performance.

“A new fantastic point of view!” Chan sang along, voice filled with amusement.

“No!” You protested while chuckling “Don’t you dare close your eyes” You corrected, turning around and sprinkling foam everywhere as you brought your fist to your chest, scrunching your nose and singing dramatically. He giggled, utterly satisfied by your performance as he captured you on-screen “That’s right! Record me so Disney can hire me as their ultimate princess!” You laughed, winking exaggeratedly at the camera and having your glasses sliding to the tip of your nose.

“You’re on live” He announced, cackling up.

“Wait— What?!” You widened your eyes, tossing the sponge in the sink and trying to fix your outfit the best you could “H-Hey, Stays! I’m Chan’s friend, Y/N!” You floundered, an awkward smile plastered in your face as you tried to think about something to say to dismiss the idea of being in a relationship with him. Wouldn’t it get him in trouble?

“Oh my god! Stays, I’ve been rejected!” He whined, turning the camera to him before walking towards you “And there I was thinking she was singing this song to me” He pretended to cry, his hand hiding half of his face as he twisted his face in a mockingly sad grimace.

You stared at him blankly ─ eyes darting to your sides before fixing on him again ─, stiffly standing up as if suddenly you were a robot or something. He seemed to finally take pity on you, huffing playfully as he threw his arm around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him and framing both of you on the video.

“Well” He stressed, pecking your cheek before returning his gaze to the camera “As promised, Stays… Here is my girlfriend” He smirked when you let your mouth fall agape, dumbfounded by the situation “No, you may not steal my girl, Jeez!” He whined after reading a comment, frowning mockingly as if to scold whoever had thought about it.

You couldn’t believe it! Was it even allowed? Was it okay to announce your relationship like this? You returned your gaze to the camera, still looking flabbergasted as you tried to read the comments. You expected some rude ones but surprisingly enough, Stays seemed to be pretty chill about it.

Some of them commented about how cute you were because of your height gap. In fact, you were pretty short and that made Chan look like an actual tall guy instead of a small bean, like usual. Some others commented about how smooshy you looked and how envious they were of you and Chan. You had to chuckle about that one, seeing a bunch of stays saying that they wanted to hug you as well. Then you picked up on someone talking about your singing and the embarrassment hit you.

They had seen you pretending to be a performer!

“So that was it, Stays! Baby Stays…” He smiled, tilting his body to rest his head on top of yours “I’m gonna give you all a hug, and then I’ll be giving my babygirl some attention” He chanted, knowing that you would get flustered. You nudged his side, lowering your head to hide your embarrassment “Here, hold this for me, baby” He asked, guiding you to hold it with both of your hands and adjusting it to be in his chest level.

He opened his arms, getting closer to the phone to give his usual virtual hug, except that this time he actually hugged you instead of stopping in front of the phone. You felt his warmth as he wrapped you in his arms, staying there for a while before kissing your temple and letting you go. He smiled at the phone, making his signature pose in the end before turning the live off.

“Did you miss me?” He asked cutely, putting his phone aside to hold your hand, swinging them between both of you.

“It’s been only an hour” You reminded him, chortling when he pouted “Yeah, sure… I may have missed you a little bit” You teased, pecking his lips.

“Just a little bit?!” He whined, letting go of your hands to cross his arms over his chest, stomping the ground repeatedly as he pretended to throw a tantrum “You don’t love me anymore!” He said dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose as he looked away and lifted his head.

“It’s your fault for exposing me like that!” You laughed, pointing at him before booping his nose “Now everyone saw me singing in the kitchen!” You pouted, making him chuckle, pulling you closer and wrapping you up as he kissed the top of your head “Yah! Being all cute now won’t get you away from it!” You said as he rocked your body side to side, peppering your face with kisses.

“You’re sure?” He asked, nuzzling you to make you annoyed “Even if I’m about to get you to bed for some nice cuddling and movies?” He tried to tempt you, guiding you to give one step at a time while hugging you, which made both of you look like penguins walking.

“Well, if I’m getting cuddles and some kisses… I may accept your apologies for humiliating me in front of the Stays” You mused out loud. He squeezed you like a plushie, holding you tight while whimpering, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I can’t! You’re too cute” He cried, turning you around to squish your face “I didn’t know you would be singing in the kitchen” He chuckled, brushing his lips on yours “And it wasn’t humiliating, it was the cutest thing in this whole new world” He sang the last part, laughing as you playfully hit his shoulder.

“I’ll become a video on Twitter!” You whined, and he smooched you after you stopped talking.

“Well, we can tag Disney to see if they hire you as their ultimate princess” He giggled, getting another hit from you.

“You’re awful!” You chuckled, throwing your hands around his waist to bring him closer to you, lifting your head to kiss his pouting lips “But you’re lucky I love you a lot” You shrugged, getting a goofy smile from him.

“Like a whole lot?” He asked, trying to be charming but getting a snort as an answer “Yah!” He complained, bumping his nose on yours “I love you so much, Y/N-ah…” He pouted, and you looked softly at him, pecking his lips once again.

“I love you a whole lot” You promised, letting go of his waist to grab his hand and guide him to the bedroom. You sat down, rolling and patting the mattress for him to lay down with you “And by a whole lot, I mean a whole lot!” You said, spreading your arms open and stretching them as far as you could “Like this big! But maybe even bigger!” You added, chuckling as he rushed to roll to your side.

“That much, hm?” He gave you a smug grin, throwing his legs and arms over your body and resting his chin on your chest. You smiled at him, playing with his locks in a slow motion that got him humming and leaning against your hand; eyes closed to enjoy the warm contact.

You pinched his cheek, leaning to kiss his nose.

“You know what?” You asked, rubbing his earlobe mindlessly as he moved himself to get cozier into your hold, bringing you closer as he nuzzled your neck and sighed satisfied “I think I love you so much… But so much…” You whispered, turning your head to kiss his temple. You pressed a kiss on his cheek as well, placing one last kiss on his jaw before brushing your lips on his ears “That I could even call you…” You snorted, lifting your head just a little bit so he would turn to look at you.

He stood there, looking at you with twinkling expecting eyes.

“… My whole new world!” You sang out loud, startling him for a moment.

“Oh my God! Jeez!” He huffed, hand going to his chest as he lifted his body, making you laugh at his astonished expression.

He laughed along with you, bracing himself on the bed as he cupped your cheeks, staring intensely at your eyes and making you flustered. He smirked, nuzzling your nose before sliding his hand to yours, interlocking his fingers with you, and squeezing your hand. You pursed your lips, big doe eyes looking at him in expectation, observing how he hovered his lips over yours for a second.

“Don’t you dare close your eyes…” He continued the song, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

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redxblueihateloveyou · 3 years ago

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Hey i really love your blog!!! I just plucked the courage to actually send u an ask fhdjhd but GOSH i love your video edits and your gifs and your meta article posts, you're so articulate and you can explain/describe moments in a way that makes me go "oh wow, i cant believe i haven't seen it that way before!!" Haha ANYWAYS i'm just here to say that i completely agree with what all u said, Free creators might do a lil fanservice here and there for the 25 ships that exists within the fandom's circle, but rinharu's storyline is clearly the most romantic one! And i'd argue it's the one closest to being canon esp after part 1, i mean the fact that they put such an explosive emotional outburst right at the end of the second to the last movie means a lot. It's like reinforcing the fact that this series has always been about them, and everything that has happened only happened either because they met or they grew appart and miss eachother. I kinda feel like maybe.. juust maayyybe there's a chance KA wants to make the ship canon, since it's the last movie and they want to end it on a highnote maybe (bcs honestly i think the only reason they've been holding back is purely bcs of the merch sales, since they don't have a problem showing a wholesome lesbian love story in kobayashi maid dragon) butt i could be wrong, maybe i'm just overly optimistic and delusional, they could somehow ruin it and give an ending that panders to all the ships again 😅🥲, but at least there's a clear-cut guarantee that part 2 would dedicate a large portion of it fixing rin and haru's fight!!! Oohh how can i wait another 6 months now!!😭😭 (sorry for the long ask btw!! 🙏🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️)

OMG thank you so so much!! For watching my vids too! ❤️❤️❤️ It really means a lot to me! Ahhhh wow, thats the longest ask I've ever recieved! 😍 I'm trying to explain myself so hard lol I'm glad its appreciated, bc sometimes I'm like "I don't fucking know how to say this" xD

Well, you know me, I only care for one ship, which is the only one with confirmed info that they're both actually gay and have mutual feelings for each other. There are some other ships in free! I'm fine with (those do not include Rin or Haru in them xD), but I just mostly don't care, bc after reading all the stuff, you can see that in some of those to one the other one is actually like his second option, which I just do not like. Others I just don't even see, bc again to me who witnessed great close male friendships and having two sisters who I'm very close to, I just do not see anything romantic in that.

It's not just Free! tbh, it's like any sports anime these days. They see two guys walking together, it's a ship. And like no one cares if they're just bros. Like I'd get i they did some fanservice fanservice, but like I never saw anyone in Free! crossing the line the way rinharu do. I can without thinking much name you 10 rh moments that no matter how hard you think can't be explain as being bros, but can't name one when it comes to others. I just find some ppl shipping everyone with everyone weird sometimes. It's like western fans see like some eastern actors or singers slap each other ass lovingly and they're like "oh they're fucking" I'm like "yeah, ofc all 500 of them, you're absolutely right". And Free! doesn't do anything even like that, I just do not get sometimes like what moment even brought on some ships. I'm genuinely confused. Albert and Haru? You fucking fell from a sakura tree or smth? I'm...

I'm especially confused when it comes to guys, whose character type is who I call "I only want this one and if I can't have it, then I'm ok" xD. It just always surprised me, when they try to pair up them with someone else, it's like a complete ooc.

I'm also not into this whole "well, if there are gays in this anime, than everyone there is gay". I'm like... huh. It's like with KNB and MDZS I had same feeling. It's like you have already couples there who are canon/borderline canon, why do you need another 10 who don't even interact or just don't even go there? I'm always so confused in those situations. Or like wangxian is married and some are like "no, I actually don't like it, let me write a fic when they're with other ppl". Lan Zhan... being in love or having sex with someone else? Yeah, that's not Lan Zhan, dude, you're writing about someone else. Might as well change the name at this point.

But last time I went to twitter someone had a thread about how if they make s4 of Free! they should mainly explore there Momo's angst (and no, it wasn't a joke), so I'm already like, I'm just.. nothing will surprise me no more. But I'm forever gonna be confused.

Yeah, I eel you about "going there". I mean seeing part of it, it just kinda cemented my confusion, bc I do not get how it can be considered platonic. We were just discussing since yesterday with @freeseafirefly how I now even more perplexed and do not understand how they will resolve it without going into relationship territory. It's just our point here is that like... no one forced them to go there (I mean its not like this whole fandom has some wild expectations or anything already), we were waiting or our usual friendship and swimming and maybe tiny conflict about struggles of pro-careers and some usual rh implications (maybe all the rh gay in dramas as always). Not some pure fanfiction coming to life here haha.

Like why I'm laughing is bc I twice used in my "fics" bringing up him leaving Haru as a force to push the confession, bc there's no way if he adresses this it won't lead to this. And now we not only have this (bc Haru just basically layed it out there), but an actual scene of him playing on their feelings for each other and a literal image of Rin leaving and "taking Haru's heart with him" to the point when he's for the first time in his life openly crying on the ground. And it's not like this scene can be interpreted as anything else, the whole fandom talks same, bc the whole fight was just about them, what Haru said was just about them, there's a literal boom of his heart getting out of his chest, before he falls and now he's heartless.

So our question is like... why go there?

It's like some say that they might still resolve it with "they're special to each other" and swimming, but still like we already knew that, there was no reason to go that far is what I'm saying. And to think that it was planned since forever giving the clues is like... ???

The whole spoon theme also throw me on the loop because like, lets be honest, it's wedding themed. And that part of the interview about part 2 there also made me go...?????? Because I mean, huh?

This is just all in all very interesting turn of events to say the least. I do not see the point of all of this if its not what I think it is, esp after seeing tweets like "even I see a rh wedding and I'm mh T_T". It's just all very unsubtle, that's why we're confused.

Like who knows, maybe we'll really by some magic turn of events get lucky and they really decided that since its the ending, it's okay to go for it. But I also don't wanna to hype myself much, I'm already really happy with it, just bc again, this scene already proves all of my points.

And yeah, I'm sure they'll pander to everyone, bc it's the end and etc and we have to handle everything on the good note and there's a whole line of ppl who's obsessed with us, esp with Haru xD, but like bromance pandering and romance pandering are different things, you know *wiggles eyebrows* and u know who always gets the second one.

#answered #a-girl-with-a-ponytail #rinharu #harurin #free! the final stroke #free!#free #rin matsuoka #haruka nanase

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organic-guacamole · 3 years ago

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episode 209 spoilers below

I'm so late today but here it is

I love EJ, he's finally learning to be happy. I'm so proud.

Ms Jenn = every boomer during zoom calls, like jeez yes we can hear you stop shouting at me.

LOVE THE SUBTLE JOKE ABOUT QUARANTINE "these dark times" "you mean spring break?"

ah yes, remember when we thought covid was just gonna give us a longer spring break? good times

SEBLOS

damn the passive aggressiveness from Carlos and the absolutely over it tone from seb✋

CASWELL COUSINS!!!!! THEY'RE THE BEST!!!!

we needed more if this kind of goofiness for the first part of season 2 that only such an iconic duo can provide.

old old movies-

is it even that old, or is Nini being a gen alpha rn-

i choose to imagine EJ being scared of the movie and hiding in Ashlyn's shoulder while she keeps a straight face and then EJ pretending to be tough afterwards

aww redlyn are soulmates.... yknow, if gingers had souls

(please ignore me)

y'all saw how EJ's face *lit up* when Gina logged on? how dare you tell me he doesn't like her

ofc she's no damsel in distress, she's Gina porter, she's amazing.

so do we think she'd be the type to just glare at suspicious people? or bark at them

do they not know that Rini broke up? or is Ms Jenn just wanting Nini to suffer through her heartbreak to make her a better actress....

speaking of, why is Nini in the call? she's not in the show anymore. Unless she is, even after the rose and the song got cut, which would be so unfair to all those that auditioned properly before she even came back but whatever, she's the main character I get it 🙄

big red is a hero honestly, Nini better thank him for changing the subject like that

I can't-

i won't work you over the break-

this woman would 100% work her kids 24/7 if it was legal and idk how to feel about it.

YES GINA USE THAT CHARM

QUEEN

FRENCH QUEEN

SHE LEARNT FROM THE BEST (antoine obvi)

smh the airport lady, eavesdropping on Gina's call.

The way she was so happy to answer EJ's call, "eej"

I love them your honour.

EJ WITH PAINTED NAILS YES PLEASE

great now we need to see Gina, Ashlyn and EJ having a complete spa day and EJ getting really into it and Gina and Ashlyn take pictures of him when he's laying down in a robe with a mask and cucumbers on his eyes.

finally we get to see Gina's side of portwell

the way she considered it as flirting, this is the sign she asked for in episode 6 come onnnnn

no is Asher/jack really doing tiktok dances in an airport-

Ricky is me. I am burrito.

oh Lynne, sweetie, I'm sorry but the blonde hair is not it

is that even the same lady or-

THE BEAN

THE CHICAGO BEAN

THE BIG OLD METAL BEAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY 😭

jetlag is my go to excuse for anything... I haven't travelled in 2 years.

"welcome to the Lynne and Mike gossip show. where we talk about our depressed son that we both neglect in certain ways! And now a word from our sponsor, Nord VPN..."

SO MANY CANDLES

WHAT DEMON IS LYNNE TRYING TO SUMMON IN HIS ROOM-

is Nina becoming social media obsessed EJ from season 1? AND SHE LIED ABOUT HAVING SONGS TOO PLEASE WHY ARW THEY RECYCLING THE SAME PLOT-

Gina smiling at the picture of her family on Instagram makes me so happy, idek why.

EJ's nails are so pretty, we needed to see it more (unless he had it on for the rest of the episode and I just.... didn't notice🧍🏽‍♀️)

oh not the tiktok kid✋

yes ma'am end this strange mans whole tiktok career

sir take a hint and leave

GINA NO DONT SAY YOUR LAST NAME HE COULD BE A HUMAN TRAFFICKER

Ricky, walking in style✨

weird kid, ok then Lynne, can't you see he's this close to the edge?

not all your fault baby Ricky, Nini sucks a bit more

RICKY YOU DIDN'T COME DOWN HARD ON THE SONG-

YOU ASKED WHAT IT WAS ABOUT AND SHE SHUT YOU DOWN-

PLEASE DO NOT BLAME YOURSELF

ok but the deleting comment thing was very bad

still don't know if I like Jack honestly

hmmm so Nini's calling herself Nini instead of Nina in her little egg seat, while trying to write a song without inspiration.... Nini, honey, Ricky was your muse, he inspired you to write all those songs, even if it wasn't good for the relationship.

that doesn't mean you gotta get back with him, or that you can't write a song that not about him butttt it'll take some time

the rainbow sticker in her box and her rainbow shirt-

anyways wbk she's not totally straight

Jack are you a criminal?

quick, Gina, check his ankle for a tracker

THE YES AND PRACTICE STRIKES AGAIN

the way Gina wasn't into it in episode 6 but she's used the technique twice now

stole her grandma's Pomeranian-

Jack where the hell did you pull that out from-

the fake crying killed me, that looks like so much fun though

anyone wanna raid a first class lounge with me?

wait so is jack not gonna go in with her?

wouldn't he go in too? help look for the credit card? SO CONFUSED

the first class lounge guy was so into the drama though, watch his face when they start arguing 😭

sorry to break this to you Kourtney, but you haven't even blocked the second act yet soooo...

take that as you will

I love how all of them are totally dissing the dance off

that's the most realistic part of this show tbh

shouldn't Nini have asked how she knew....since the start? why is the fact that her best friend has knowledge of a North high secret now dawning on her...

Howie is sweet honestly, at least he's trying to help. but I stand with Kourtney, don't take him back just because he sang an amazing song, and is giving you a heads up on what's gonna happen...

KOURTNEY IS ME TRYING TO LEAVE AN ONLINE CLASS

I hate school

ooo Nini's writing a song about bad internet connection 🤩🤩🤩

I never lie, except when I do-

son that is the creepiest thing you could say to a stranger that you've been "helping"

2 truths and a lie👀

he's an Ariana fan 100%

called it.

OLDER BROTHER-

WHAT-

free spirit? damn so brother porter was in that horse movie

so has she been kissed or not?????????

I feel like she's moved more than 15 times though so possibly

but then if she's moved so much, and before east high she never opened up to anyone, she's never been kissed then?? damn

same though Gina so let's be besties please

heartbreak president is a great song title idea, give Nini a call rn

but wait

is the no strings attached feeling thing about her telling Ricky she liked him? she thought she was moving away so she thought it'd be no strings attached???

guys I think I figured it out insert the "I've connected two dots" meme

THE DUKE SWEATSHIRT

IS THAT YOUR BOYFRIEND'S

OMG I LOVE I LOVE

NOT THAT I KNOW OF???

ma'am did you just kill me

yes you did

Lynne and Ricky have such a weird relationship

YES IT DID SUCK

TODD SUCKS

LYNNE SUCKS

yeah I get that you wanted Ricky to like Todd BUT THAT WASN'T THE TIME

right so we already know that Ricky was so desperate to keep Nini cuz he didn't want to be like his parents, and now Lynne's talking about this-

Richard needs a long hug

yes Lynne, it is your fault. thank you for finally admitting it.

YES DYE YOUR HAIR

BLOND HIGHLIGHTS RICKY WILL RISE AGAIN

"sometimes the best, last thing you can do for someone you love, is let them go."

gotta admit I teared up at that point

not me thinking big red was calling ms Jenn cupcake for a hot second-

Carlos please omg, you're at the "beach" and they're leaving for the pool?

also, why not just do the call from the hotel room please omg

"don't ask me"

"Carlos"

OMG WHAT HAPPENED

big red wants the tea

O M G

SEB IS JEALOUS

JEALOUS SEBBY IS MY FAVOURITE THING IDC

I'm surprised ms Jenn knew how to give Nini permission to screenshare tbh

So lily's been stalking the East high kids and spending time editing this video while she's supposedly in an immersion trip.... right

EJ and Ashlyn's picture is so chaotic, what even is happening there

"slacking off" bestie its spring break, obviously they're confident enough that they'll get it done in time so why not focus on your own musical.

jealous seb = sassy seb

please what if those guys Carlos is posing with are his cousins or something and that's why he's so confused about Seb

6 YEAR OLD EJ I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM I LOVE HIM

Nini saying she's obsessed with her ex, that's not weird at all 👍

I can just tell Matt had a blast harassing Julia with those puppets.

Jack please dont be like that, "yet"

chances are you'll never see eachother again 🥰

(honestly sometimes I really miss those friends I made on trips and stuff when we'd spend the day or week together, only to never see them again....those were the good days though)

Ashlyn and Nini should write more songs..... something better than this one at least

Nini: "im good"

cue the Tia Mowry (please I can't spell) crying gif

oh I forgot Ricky was in the show for a hot second

1. where did Gina get to film this without people being around

2. did she just... randomly change her clothes???

ok but the transition between Carlos and EJ

*chefs kiss*

now everyone shut up, EJ's singing

oh i think I'm pregnant

HIS MUSCLES

YES KOURTNEY

I love how big red and Kourtney went from being "the best friends™" to the couple in season 1, to kinda close themselves and having their own plots

sebby makes me so happy

props to biggies editing skills honestly

PORTWELL BEING SIDE TO SIDE I CANT

AND SEBLOS OMG

big red lives for the drama

"wow" so true Ricky

no he is not cute, stop it

"holding" ok that's kinda cute

yeah EJ's a lucky guy😌

jokes aside, it's not that hard to exchange numbers-

keep in touch if you want

ok I really like Jack now

if he comes back in season 3, maybe have him be LGBTQ+ ?

like the only out characters they have rn are Seb and Carlos and they're like the sterotypes, yk?

I'd love to see jack kinda break the mold

Ricky's breaking my heart

that song just hurts

the only thing

now I don't hate Lynne????????

HOW DARE THEY WRITE IN A PROPER REDEMPTION ARC FOR HER

UGH IM SUPPOSED TO HATE HER FOREVER

I mean I don't live her now but she's good

but honestly

"mom can I show you something"

IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL

THE PICTURE AND EVERYTHING OMG

I'm sobbing please help

Gina saying she's just waiting for the right guy and then EJ coming to the airport to pick her up late at night without her asking, offering to bring her back in the morning so she won't have to Uber, bringing her a granola bar (WHICH IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE FORGOT TO PACK) and without expecting anything in return???

ms ma'am you've got a keeper right there

her smile at the end was so heartwarming I really can't.

this episode was great.

it felt really short but I liked it, great character development for Ricky, Lynne and Gina.

Cant wait for next episode to see more of EJ being the ideal boyfriend /hj

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts s2 #hsmtmts season 2 #hsmtmts spoilers #ej caswell #ricky bowen #gina porter #seblos #nini salazar roberts #jack hsmtmts #carlos rodriguez #seb mathew smith #kourtney greene #big red #ashlyn caswell #caswell cousins #portwell will be the death of me #guac's episode text blocks :)

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petersasteria · 4 years ago

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Love Documentary - Harry Holland

Harry || Main || Taglist

Pairing: Harry x Reader

Requested? Nah.

3,470 words

TW; one mention of death, heartbreaking

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“Hi everyone! I’m Harry Holland and what you’re about to see, are short interviews that I did with people as I ask about what great love really is. Sit back, relax, and enjoy this love-filled journey.”

“Are you ready?” Harry asked and the old couple looked at him and nodded with a smile. Harry smiled too and started filming them. “So, how did you two meet?”

“We were childhood best friends.” The old man smiled as he reminisced the early days of his childhood. “I was a hopeless romantic and she wasn’t, but it all worked out in the end.”

“He was really cheesy.” The old man’s wife added with a laugh, causing Harry to laugh too. “He recited lines from movies just to get me to be with him. It was like he knew that we’d end up together.”

“Did the lines work?” Harry asked.

“They didn’t, but look where we are now.” The old lady smiled at her husband.

“We’ve been married for 60 years.” The old man proudly said.

“Are you each other’s greatest love?” Harry asked.

“I’d say we are.” The old man responded as the old lady nodded in agreement.

“We are.”

“So, for you, what is great love?” Harry asked. That was the important question. He needed that to be answered.

“Great love is loving someone unconditionally. No matter what happens between the two of you, you’ll still love them.” The old lady answered. “Right?” She looked at her husband.

“Right.”

Harry sits behind the camera as he watches the old man sit comfortably in his seat. The old man nods at Harry, signaling that he’s ready to be interviewed. Harry smiled softly and started recording.

“Please tell me your name, sir.”

“My name is Henry and I’m 82 years old.” Henry, the old man, said. Harry nodded before looking down on his notebook to write Henry’s name and age. After doing so, he read the question that he wrote there earlier.

“Who is your great love?” Harry asked.

“That’s easy; it’s my wife.” Henry answered with a sweet smile. “She’s the loveliest person you’ll ever meet and she makes the most delicious pancakes from scratch.”

“She sounds lovely.” Harry smiled. “How long have you two been married?”

“55 years this year, but this will be the first time I’ll be celebrating without her. She passed away.” Henry shared. The sadness was evident in his eyes and it made Harry sad.

“How did you two meet?”

“We met at a car repair shop. She was the mechanic and I was there getting my car fixed. She was the only girl I’ve ever been with and I have no regrets. Everyday, she loved me like there was no tomorrow. No one’s ever loved me like that and I will forever yearn for it.” Henry said, not bothering to wipe the tears streaming down his face.

“And, what’s great love for you?” Harry asked.

“For me, great love is being an all in one person for your one and only person. You’re the best friend, the sidekick, the lover; everything. When you meet your great love, you wouldn’t find anyone else.” Henry answered.

“Hi! I’m Harry Holland and I’m just popping in to say that the elderly know so much about great love. So, I asked the youth what they think is great love.”

For you, what is great love?

“I’m Amaranthine LaSpina and I’m 21 years old. They say that great love is what Jesus did for us, but I don’t know about that since I don’t believe in things like that. But in my opinion, great love doesn’t necessarily mean ‘romantic love’. It can take on many forms like friendship, family, etc. The constant factor is that they are people who care for you regardless of the decisions you made and will make. They offer you their full opinions without bias, and still support you even though you go on a different path. In summary, they want what they think is best for you without being control freaks.”

“Hiii, I’m Jaemren and I’m 15 years old. For me, great love means having an instinct, of some sort, to treat someone as part of your family even though you’re in a relationship with them or if they’re just a friend or if they’re an artist who doesn’t know you exist. You will have the sudden urge to protect them at all cost because you don’t want them to get hurt. Because if they get hurt, you feel their pain; you feel like you’re getting hurt too. Of course, you will correct them when they’re wrong and you’ll be comfortable around them because you feel at home when you’re with them, y’know? Like, there’s warmth. Great love is treasuring someone you don’t want to lose in your life and in terms of feeling it, I think reassurance is the best way.”

“Betty Montefalco, here! I’m 20 years old now and great love will always be there. It’ll always fight for you- in fact, it never slept without an argument. It’s great, it’s explosive, it’s annihilating, it could be exhausting, but at the end of the day- it’s what you want and it’s what you go back to. Even when you’re not in that headspace or happenstance anymore, it’s yearning for someone for the rest of your life; consciously, subconsciously, or unconsciously. If you’re lucky enough, maybe you’ll get to see the greatness endure and eventually flourish in this lifetime. If not, I believe you get to have that love elsewhere. Maybe in another lifetime or in a mirrored universe. I believe the people we yearn for were put in our lives for a reason and none of these people go to waste. I try to remind myself that everyday and that not everything’s figured out yet.”

“I’m Lucas and I’m 18 years old. For me, great love just boils down to understanding a person to the deepest level. It doesn’t even need to be exclusive to a romantic kind of love. True love, for me, is knowing the person in every situation. I don’t mean that the person knows your favorites or knows your deepest, darkest secrets. Knowing the person in every situation is knowing how to talk to you in times of your happiness, knowing how to keep you happy, and knowing how to be there for you in tough times without being intrusive or anything. They can sense when something is wrong about you or if you’re feeling off and they really know how to help you. They don’t even need to be your lovers or even best friends. It takes a certain kind of empathy to be able to understand someone’s emotion so well and knowing how to help you with those emotions is what I believe to be the greatest kind of love one can show to another.”

“HAHAHA, great love??? I haven’t experienced that yet. I only have my firsts, but I don’t consider them my great loves. My expectation is that hopefully we’re in the same wavelength-ish. To me, it doesn’t matter how they will be. Hopefully no sacrifices will be made. You can get great love from your friends and family. Like, you do stuff for them just because you love them. Oh, I’m 21 years old and my name is Hebe. It’s pronounced like ‘Phoebe’.”

“I’m Alessandra; 21 years old. Honestly, I don’t know what great love is. But I guess it’s something that makes someone’s world meaningful. Crushes come and go, but great love stays.”

“I’m 18 years old and my name is Dash. Great love is where you can experience the good and bad without ever getting tired nor ever get sick of the person. It’s trusting the person who you experience great love with.”

“I’m Jai and I’m 18 years old. Greatest love. As someone who ceases to exist, but lives by the quote ‘we accept the love we think we deserve’, I definitely have no idea what love truly is. In the first place, we shouldn’t even be rationalizing what it is. I once told a friend that I never believed in love. I was teased about it, but sometimes I just want someone to take me in their tender arms and cover me in dirt, cover me in roses. As gravity pulls me in their arms; I’ll feel warmth, I’ll feel safe, I’ll feel at home. Oh, to have someone be the mark of who I need to be, to have a blossoming reverie with, like the way they came in my life would feel so right. I think greatest love would make me want to twist and turn, cry and burn, but I’d like it.”

Harry sat in his room editing his ‘great love documentary’ and he’s frustrated. He couldn’t feel a thing from it. He felt as if he’s lacking some kind of passion, but he doesn’t know what it is; he can’t put his finger on it. So, he saved the video and went to the kitchen to fix himself a sandwich. While doing so, he took out his phone and called his mum.

“Harry!” Nikki happily said through the phone. “How are you?”

“I’m alright. ‘M just a bit stressed, that’s all. You?” Harry asked before putting his mum on speaker, so he can decently make a sandwich.

“I’m alright. I’m just editing pictures. How’s the documentary coming along? Is it like you pictured in your head?” Nikki asked.

“Yeah, it’s alright. It’s not finished, but it’s all coming together. The documentary isn’t the problem, though. It’s me. I feel like something’s lacking in me. Like, I don’t feel a thing while asking those ‘for you, what is great love?’ questions. When I asked old couples, I didn’t feel my heart swelling with joy and love. Is something wrong with me?” Harry explained.

“No, there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Then, what is it? I want this documentary to work, I really do. I just want to be a great director. Not just for this project, but also in projects that I’ll do in the future. But I can’t do that if my feelings aren’t in the right mood or place. Am I making any sense, mum?” Harry sighed before taking a bite out of his sandwich.

Nikki laughed, “I definitely know what you’re talking about. Harry, darling, you’re not inspired. That’s it. You’re doing a documentary about ‘great love’, but you don’t have one yourself.”

“Do I have to find someone as soon as possible?” Harry asked. “I don’t want to put this documentary on hold.”

“You don’t have to find someone as soon as possible and you don’t have to put your documentary on hold. You’ll find someone along the way, I promise you that. Just do what you have to do.”

“How do I know if I meet the right one?”

“You’ll just know. Trust me.”

Harry sighed, “Okay. Thanks, mum.”

“You’re welcome. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Harry hung up and finished his sandwich before going back to his room to continue editing.

Harry took his time with the documentary. He needed the inspiration to continue, so he took a break from it. He was in the neighborhood with a small ball in his hand as he walked Tessa for a little bit of exercise. That’s when he saw you. You were painting a piece of cardboard as you sat on the grass. Your eyebrows were knit as you concentrated on what you were doing. He walked up to where you were and stood next to you. He removed the leash from Tessa’s collar and threw the ball. Tessa immediately ran off to find the ball and Harry finally gave you his attention.

You felt his presence next to you, but you didn’t mind him. After all, he was a stranger.

“Um, hi!” Harry spoke, causing you to look up from painting. You gave him a tight-lipped smile and said, “Hello.”

“What’re you doing?” Harry asked as he crouched down to see it better.

“I’m doing a miniature version of The Office. Right now, I’m painting the walls. So, when I put them together, it looks like an empty office. I already have the grey felt paper for the carpet flooring of the whole office. I haven’t sticked it yet because I have to cut out the exact shape of the floor if that makes sense.” You rambled as you continued painting.

“That sounds… tiring.” Harry said. He looked around and saw Tessa coming back to him. He pats her head before throwing the ball once more, making the dog leave again.

“It’s really tiring. I’m just glad that I have all the materials and the patience to make things like this. A few months ago, I did Rachel and Monica’s apartment. It was epic!” You grinned before looking at him. “What do you do?”

“Excuse me?” Harry asked, sitting down next to you to stretch his legs.

“Like, what do you do in your free time, or just in general? What are your hobbies? Anything.” You asked him.

“Oh! I, uh, I’m a filmmaker.” Harry answered. You looked at him for a while and nodded. “That’s interesting. I’ve never met a filmmaker before. I guess this’ll be my first time meeting one.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” Harry chuckled awkwardly. “I’m Harry, by the way.” He extended his hand to you.

“Like the prince?” You asked and he laughed, but nodded. “I’m Y/N.” You shook hands before you continued painting. Tessa came back with the ball and Harry took it from her before throwing it again.

“What kind of films do you make?” You asked as you carefully put the cardboard down on the spot next to you to let it dry. You grabbed another cardboard and started painting it.

“Just anything that comes to mind, really. Right now, I’m making a documentary about ‘great love’.” Harry said and you nodded.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why?”

“Why are you making a documentary about ‘great love’?” You asked. You paused painting to look at him with curious eyes. Harry looked at you and shrugged, “There’s no special reason, actually. I just want to experiment. It sucks, though. I don’t feel it and I hate that I don’t feel it.”

You nodded in understanding, “You need a muse, y’know, like an inspiration.”

“Funny. My mum said the same thing.” Harry chuckled which made you smile.

“Great minds think alike.” You giggled. “Your mum and I should hang out, then. We clearly have the same thoughts.”

“I’ll tell her.” Harry said. You both laughed and you looked at your watch. The sun was about to set and you decided it’s best to start packing up your materials. Harry helped you pack up and when you were done, you smiled at him.

“Thank you.” You said and he just grinned in return. “I have to go. It was nice meeting you, Harry.”

“It was nice meeting you too, Y/N.” Harry said. At that moment he realized that if he lets you go, he probably would never see you again. If he never sees you again, his mind will swarm with what could have been’s and what if’s. He didn’t like it already. He knew he had to decide now and he did.

“Can I have your number, Y/N?”

As cheesy as it sounds, Harry became motivated in his work again. He began to really feel things towards you and it made him soar. His mum was right. He’ll know when he meets the right person for him. Lucky for him, he found that person at 22 years old while others aren’t so lucky.

He never doubted you for one second. He knew that you were the right person for him. That’s why he confidently asked you on a date. He was delighted when you agreed to go on a date with him. Eventually, one date turned into multiple dates. You even met his family. You thought it was too soon, but he insisted on introducing his great love to his loved ones.

You and Harry didn’t have a label yet and you were still at the ‘getting to know’ stage of your ‘relationship’. Harry learned about your quirks while you learned about his likes and dislikes. It was truly an exciting experience for you because it’s different and new; it’s refreshing.

Harry was your breath of fresh air on a sunny day. He was your quiet life in the countryside. With him, you were peaceful and safe. Your life would come to a pause when you’re around him because you want to live in the moment. You were merely a passerby in this situation.

Of course, passersby come and go. People who pass through the countryside rarely stay because it would only be a matter of time until they make their way back to the hustle bustle of the city.

And it happened to you.

His name was Jack. You and Jack had a long history together, but you both went your separate ways for reasons you could barely recall. You know how people have something consistent in their lives? Jack was yours and you were his. Even if you weren’t together anymore, both of you knew that you’d have each other no matter what. You didn’t know how Jack found you, but he did. After all, that’s how fate works.

Then suddenly the life in the countryside didn’t seem as enticing as it was anymore. The air made you feel suffocated and the sun started burning your skin. Your quiet life in the countryside began to make you feel agitated. Your life desperately wanted to play, but it stayed on a pause and you feared that it would stay that way. You wanted to move on and go through the roads up ahead, but something- someone, rather, was holding you back.

You knew it was time to come clean. As much as you enjoyed and liked Harry’s company, you just couldn’t stay with him. It pained you to realize that the countryside wasn’t for you even if it seemed so perfect. But fate tied you to the city and a city person, you’ll remain. When you told Harry, he didn’t understand it. You didn’t expect him to understand immediately, but you knew that in time, he will.

And he did.

He didn’t let you go; you just left. Besides, he could never let you go. You were the best thing that’s ever happened to him. He was crestfallen for a long time, but his mum told him that things would get better. And she was right… again.

Harry moved on too, but he never forgot about you. To him, you’ll always be in his heart. He finally finished the documentary and he was happy with the outcome.

“Hi, it’s Harry! I’ve decided to add a little clip of me saying stuff that I’ve learned throughout this documentary.” Harry said with a small smile on his face.

“I’ve learned that great love is different for everyone. Great love is loving someone unconditionally and great love is also being an all in one person for your one and only person. Great love is or are people who care for you regardless of the decisions you make and will make. They also want what’s best for you. You have the urge to protect them at all costs and you treasure them because you don’t want to lose them in your life.”

“Great love will always be there; it stays. It’s what you want and will go back to, no matter what. It’s yearning someone for the rest of your life. Great love is understanding someone on the deepest level and you do things for them just because you love them. It’s something that makes someone’s world meaningful. Greatest love would make you want to twist and turn, cry and burn, but you’d like it. You’d like it because it comes with it.”

“During the process of this documentary, I’ve met my great love. I realized that all the answers that I’ve heard made sense when I met this person.”

“Unfortunately, this person isn’t in my life anymore. I used to curse life because of it, but now I get it. I was not their great love, but they were mine. What I felt for them was special and I will never feel that way for someone ever again. I now understand that just because I found great love for me, doesn’t mean that I’m their great love too. I will forever yearn for this person, but I will move on. I am moving on.”

Harry paused for a second and smiled at the camera, “Thank you for watching.”

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lol what do yall think??? i personally like how it turned out. feedback would be greatly appreciated. you are all my great loves 🤍

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aggresivelyfriendly · 3 years ago

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‘Tis the Damn Season- Chapter 7 Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)

Author’s Note- anybody still with me? If not, totally understand. This one is self edited- sorry I’m advance. Reblogs are still and always love!

“Are you sure I can't convince you to come home this Christmas?" Her mother's voice had just a tinge of loneliness, but Emma was set and certain.

"I think I would really like to have a Scandi Christmas this year mum! And I think the best present you could give me is to come and do it with me!"

They'd had this conversation eleventy million times. Emma knew her mum was doing so much better, and that her being in Holmes Chapel, even alone, would be ok, she'd be ok. Emma just knew they'd have so much fun in her newly reclaimed life abroad fusing old traditions with the ones they would make. Her mum was just resistant, she loved her home, was a certified home body, and now that it didn't hurt quite so bad, she loved the reminders of all the Christmases before. She was bathing in nostalgia with a smile on her face and a sweet ache inside.

Emma didn't feel the same. She'd had a fair few wonderful holidays in Holmes Chapel, but to many revolved around Harry Styles, and well, Emma's life did not revolve around Harry. Had never and didn't even have the axis centered around December 26 for a once a year moment any more.

She'd just really gotten back into her own life. Well, Emma patted herself on the back, she'd been living her way for 8 months now, that was almost as long as the 9 months she'd stayed in Holmes Chapel.

When her mother had assured her she was well enough that Emma could go to Iceland, the thought of ice capped fjords in summer thrilled her as though she was climbing them, not just studying them.

So she did.

She felt so much better, and her mother was better and she'd climbed to the top of her trail back to her own life, the one she'd made out of choice and ambition and only been sorry for in brief, lonely morning afters.

Emma wanted to share her life with her mother more than anything, certainly more than she wanted to spend a holiday in a place she now almost entirely associated with hurt. Heartache takes many forms, deep and abiding grief, the kind like she imagines phantom limbs give amputees years on. It also can hurt like a quick sharp mishap, a slip of the knife, full of crimson pain and stitches.

She'd had both together and then his deep cut on top of the other last Christmas. The wound was too fresh to go back at the moment. The good memories were still colored crimson. She needed to wait until her lover's memory flashed with true colors instead of red or blue. Her father's memory was cozier and longer, it was wrapped around the warm pink of her mother, but even it was still too tender.

She needed time.

Emma also had no idea where Harry was these days. She'd cut off all methods of inquiry. She wasn't staying up late googling even, ever, not anything. Not his naked or Camille's. They'd be going on well into their second trip round the sun by now. Probably more deeply in love than he openly confessed to her. Emma didn't need evidence of it. It just opened the stitches she'd sewn herself.

So, no Holmes Chapel, no Google alerts or text messages. She'd blocked his number.

"Well, I suppose if you insist, we can try Amsterdam for Christmas." Her mother covered the sigh at the end of that sentence and Emma appreciated it. She suppressed a wry smile. Her mother could also still hear it in her reply she was sure.

"Oh mum! You won't regret it. It will be so lovely! I can't wait. I'll meet you at the airport, then we will go to my favorite cafe and take a snow walk. It will be picturesque. You'll fall in love, you'll see."

"Alright, darling. I'll give it a chance. I just hate to miss Anne's party two years in a row." Emma cringed and was happy this was not a video chat. She almost gasped and blew her cover when her mum said. "Won't you miss Anne's party? You're close with Gemma, and" she breathed while her mother hesitated, "and Harry?"

God, did everyone know?

"It'll be fine mum. I'll call Gemma. She'll understand."

She would, after they'd had that conversation the last time they'd spoken.

Gem had not really cornered her so much as insisted they get out of the house as often as possible from the day after Boxing Day until she'd left to head back to London.

She, the lovely friend that she was, didn't actually bring it up until she was back for Mother's Day. And she waited until Emma told her she was headed back to her program in the fall with a twinkle in her eyes even Emma knew had been long gone for too long.

Ever the blunt one, Gemma didn't even cozy up to the subject, "so did you break his heart or did he break yours?" She took a big sip of her cider and leveled her state over the rim at Emma.

Emma could feel her face blanching or heating or giving some indication who's heart was broken. Her elegant side step to that mine field was, "huh?" Then a moment later. "Who are you talking about?" To Gemma's patient silence.

"Alright, if that's how you want to be." Gemma playfully rolled her eyes. "You and my brother are not stealth, at all. You would make eyes at each other all night at my mum's and then disappear for the same amount of time. Remember I live with him."

"Do not." Emma didn't bother to deny it.

"I suppose not really, but as much as any one "lives"with him, I do over Christmas, and did for most of my life. I know when he's smitten with someone, and when he's got them around his little finger too." Gemma snorted and ate a chip. "His stupid walk even changes, all of a sudden he swaggers and walks hip first. It's gross!" Her face screwed up.

Emma tried to remember if she had ever seen this hip walk. She supposed she had when he'd walk towards her at the Boar's Head. Or occasionally when he'd corner her by the mistletoe.

"It's not gross." Slipped out.

"That right there," Gemma pointed. "Is gross. Your face all soft and flushed for my little brother. Bleach!" She sighed mixed with a bit of good humor. "But I suppose that means he broke your heart. I can't believe he just turned up with another lady. Did you at least know? I feel like I always know way to much about my brother's sex life."

"Huh?" Emma laughed.

"I just feel like I know way too much about his sex life, due to blind items and pap shots. Thought you might feel the same."

"It's not so simple as that, really. I knew because of that, about his girlfriend." Still couldn't say her name. "But I think he felt like I'd broken his heart, if I'm honest. And That's why he turned up with her. To hurt me back, in case I hadn't seen."

"Did you."

"Certainly not on purpose. My heart and head and life were in shambles, still are, and he made an assumption, and never let me explain."

"Why don't you explain to me."

So she did, haltingly, Emma talked about it all, tears on her cheeks about her dad and then her mum, and even Harry. The sad footnote of loss in a story of grief.

"Why didn't you just tell him?" Gemma asked the question Emma asked herself a lot.

"I guess, I couldn't say it and I couldn't text it. And it confirmed to me that he really only knew me so little, that he could think I'd take advantage of him."

"Did you ever think that was more to do with how other people have treated him than you? he's had to learn to expect the worst of people he wants to trust?"

"Don't make me feel bad for him. Remember? He broke my heart and found someone new. Had the audacity to move on before me!" Emma tried to joke.

"I think, I think you guys got into a mess and never bothered to clean it up until it was so unkempt you couldn't find the good parts." Gemma said after a quiet, mirthless moment.

"Oh no!" Emma tapped her head. "I kept all the good parts."

"Firstly, blech, I wish I could bleach that smile from my head, but 2nd-Is that enough?" Gemma asked.

"It'll have to be, I suppose." She swallowed the moisture in her eyes, "he told me he loves her. Straight to my broken face. Then piled on how he never got the time to love me."

Gem looked curious, then cautious, "I think he does. But it's cuz he wants to. Wants that desperately, to be in love. It may be some leftovers from you."

"Yeah?" Her eyes really pooled then and she bat her cheek to stop more from swarming. "Well I'll have to take that as cold comfort then, that she gets the seed of love he wanted to grow with me."

"I'm sorry. Sure he is too." Gemma sighed. "I'm so sorry for all of it."

"Yeah, yeah." Emma leaned on her friend, her only real one right then. "Me too."

And they left it at that. Emma's eyes were swimming and Gemma blinked a few times too rapidly. They hoisted their glasses. "To almosts!" Emma said.

"To dad's!" Gemma said. Then they both did cry. Talked about Robin's diagnoses. Then it was Emma's turn to be the shoulder, to bolster.

Life went on, the way it always seems to do. Emma and her mom laughed more and then her mum even laughed on her own. By that summer, they both stood on their own two feet, without leaning on each other, except when they wanted to.

By June, there was no reason to stay.

"So, are your roommates excited to have you back?"

Her mum was making tea and packing her sandwiches.

"Mum, I actually had to find mew roommates. The others had to fill the room I was in." She could see the down turn of her mum's lips from the side. Guilt was heavy. "It's not a big deal. The people I'm rooming with are other grad students, I know them. And it's works for the budget. Mum, you know I'm not riding the bus to camp right? I don't need a sandwich. There will be food at the airport and on the plane?"

"Won't be home cooked." Was all she said.

This wasn't for her then. It was some sort of amends, or a thank you. Like the tea she had taken to bringing to her to her room when she woke up, and before bed.

"That's true." Emma kissed her cheek, "I'm gonna go finish packing." She ate the sandwich on the plane later.

Counting bags, she frowned. She'd acquired a lot. She sincerely hoped the bag wasn't as heavy as her heart.

Emma was going to miss Holmes Chapel.

She did, surprisingly as much as she missed school the first 6 months she was home. Maybe, those feelings were tangled up in other events, the other missing pieces of her former puzzle.

I'm any case, she found herself better at keeping in touch

"So, any cute boys in Amsterdam?" Gemma chuckled over the phone one mid December afternoon.

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Was Emma's laughing response.

"I do, I really do." And Gemma, the blunt tongued, fierce hearted girl sounded suspiciously like a woman in love. Then she pretended to complain, because she was Gemma, about how They were both a little spoon, pretending to be annoyed about it.

"I'm really happy for you." Emma interrupted, meant it, even though she still didn't know if there were any cute boys in Amsterdam because she was still hung up on the cute boy who spent Christmas in Holmes Chapel.

Gemma must have picked up the stain of blue in her voice, "Hey, Emma, I think maybe I should tell you something-"

The buzz from her hallway door went then, and Gemma didn't get to finish.

"Hey Gem, my flat mate lost her key. I'll have to ring you back. Tell me then?"

And then it was Christmas, well Christmas Eve and she was at Schipol with a giant sign that said, "Katherine the great( est mum)!"

"Oh, bless you! Could you have made a bigger sign?"

"I'm sure I could have tried. Maybe found some glitter. Think a flat mate has the body sort somewhere." Her mum narrowed her eyes and pinched her cheek.

"Well, if you've finished embarrassing me, show me this dreadful country that's not England and all it has in terms of festive cheer."

"Let's go get some nuts then!" Emma laughed.

"I beg your pardon?" Her mum put on the prude and Emma laughed at her over the top expression as they made their way to the train to the city center.

Her famous Danish bakery was the first stop. "I thought we would have a taste test. We can rate them."

"Do you already have a favorite?" Her mum asked.

"Yeah." Emma thought about the trifle Harry's mum made and that he'd sneak to the boar's head to feed her in bed. It had only taken him watching her eat it once for him to recognize her glee. It was his favorite too. "But, I want to know what yours is!" Emma brought her memory and watering mouth to the present moment.

They ate their way through Christmas Eve And decorated her Kerstbomen. "Sorry the tree is already up. They were starting to disappear for purchase, but reappear in everyone else's windows! I had to grab one."

"Oh, no dear, it's alright. And actually, I brought a gift from Anne. I saw her the other day and had been complaining about you making me come all the way over here-"

"It's an hour flight!"

"Well, I suppose it will do, but it's not home."

Thank god.

"Anywho, she came by the day after and brought a present for your tree." Her smile was so expectant, Emma was expecting the worst. "It's so important to have good friends." Her smile was cryptic. What friends- Anne to her mum or Gemma to her? Who was the present actually from.

The box was festive. And wrapped beautifully just like Anne's house was always decorated so well. Emma set it aside, "I'll open it tomorrow mum, On christmas, at the proper time."

"Oh no! You must open it now. Gemma told her mom it was for your tree." Ah, mystery solved. Gemma was great at wrapping. When Emma opened it, her heart stopped a full beat.

At first she thought it was the frog, the one she'd gotten for him. That he was giving it back to her like a seal on their relationship that never was. But when she picked it up, she realized it was a proper ornament, not just ornamental. It was a frog, holding a heart.

What Did that mean, whose heart was it?

His for her? Or hers back where he decided it belonged.

"Where will you put it?" Her mother interrupted her train of thought.

"Um, dunno," she moved around the tree to an inconspicuous place. "I guess here." She shrugged.

"Oh no, dear. It's by far the cutest one we have." Her hand scanned over the other ornaments, a hodge podge of beloved ones and ones from Christmas markets. "It goes here." Her Mum stood and took the ornament from its hidden place, placed it front and center. "Let's get the rest up and take a picture."

She'd gotten her mother an aura frame for Mother's Day and she was now obsessed with adding to the Revolving cue of photos.

"Course, ok." Emma ripped her eyes from the frog, but they kept drifting back to it.

It was an hour of a little too much wine and her mother's cheer. It lightened her spirit and got her mind off it's wandery at Harry's intentions, until after silly smiley photos and teary eyed huggy ones, her mum said, "now let's take one for Anne and Gemma. Show them how nice it looks.

Emma thought she'd done a good job at the photo, at arranging her face the way it was supposed to look.

She must have been wrong.

Later, a number she knew by heart but had no current contact for came through. "Your smiles fake. Do you not like it at all?"

She didn't answer it on Boxing Day, or the day after, it wasn't until New Year's Day that she realized she'd blown her resolutions to Smithereens before they could even uphold their name.

All she'd texted back to his cold question was, "how come you're the only person who can always tell."

She may have never noticed she'd done it, with the way her group chats were going off, except he replied before her hangover even subsided.

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