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SUMMARY౨ৎ Being in Formula One has never been easy for Logan since he joined. At first, it was a childhood dream but now, his childhood dream is slipping away into a nightmare. The constant criticism, mistreatment by his team, being ignored by others, is especially getting into his head. But you are here to help him through these tough times…by less acceptable ways than others. Safe to say to not mess with his very overprotective girlfriend because something you say against him, might be the last..

PAIRING ౨ৎ Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS ౨ৎ reader is very overprotective of logan (and by that, i mean she goes after anyone that doesn’t give constructive criticism),

A/N ౨ৎ ugh i love logan sm and i hate what’s happening to him :( i really hope that if kimi antonelli ever joins now that the age has been lowered again, that they don’t rush him like what they did to logan. There wasn’t any specific way to do this fic so i did my personal spin on it.

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username22 mom is on her way to support dad 😋 !

y/n_l/n yes i am!!

username23 MELBOURNE!! CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU IN THE PADDOCK 🥹🥹

y/n_l/n AHHHH ME TOO LOVELY!!

username24 say hello to logan for us, let him know that people definitely care about him and how amazing he is ❤���

y/n_l/n omg 🥹🥹 i’ll spread the word! he’ll be so happy 🩷

username25 logan sucks ass as a driver

y/n_l/n y’know what else sucked? your mom on my dick last night

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williamsracing ✔︎ don’t blame admin for this… 😓😓

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username2 HELP THE FISH PHOTO 😭😭

→ username3 bro is too american → username4 @ username he is THE florida man → y/n_l/n listen, he was very proud of his fish that he caught.

logansargeant ✔︎ did you really have to choose those photos of me 😞

→ y/n_l/n i did you look like a cutie :( → logansargeant ✔︎ 🥲

alexalbon ✔︎ WHAT DID I DO??

→ y/n_l/n steal his car. → alexalbon ✔︎ I DIDN’T HAVE A CHOICE IT WAS A TEAM DECISION 😭 → alexalbon ✔︎ I SAID I SORRY MULTIPLE TIMES TOO → y/n_l/n ✔︎ WELL BE MORE SORRY. I EXPECT A PARAGRAPH APOLOGY TO HIM → username5 i seriously need someone that loves me as much as y/n loves and defends logan. → alexalbon ✔︎dear y/n and logan, I want to offer my sincerest apology for stealing logan’s car. It was a team decision I was forced into without my consent. it was never my intention to take your car. I hope we can still be besties. - Alexander Albon → username6 ALEXANDER IS WILD 😭

username7 photos 4-6 just being of him and y/n 🥹

username8 they are so in love 🤭

→ y/n_l/n you bet your ass in in love with this american boy.

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y/n_l/n rest and relaxation after the race where logan gets all the love he deserves :) (thanks for the photos lily and oscar 🫶)

p.s good job alex… ig 😒

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username9 TANGLED IS SUCH A PERFECT FILM TO WATCH WHAT

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username10 THANKS FOR THE LOGAN PHOTOS Y/N 🤭

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oscrapiastri thanks for giving credit where credit is due 👍

username12 her caring for him after what williams did to him and logan not racing is what i needed.

username26 imagine supporting a driver that can’t even finish above 10th in racing

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username27 this is why logan hasn’t won anything 😂 his gf constantly babies him

→ y/n_l/n babies? I just show more love than your gf would show your pathetic ass?

username28 i’m sorry that logan has to deal with this woman

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y/n_l/n AWE LOGAN :(

y/n_l/n i love you so so so much sweet boy ❤️

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alexalbon ✔︎ your gf is scary as shit

→ logansargeant ✔︎ what do you mean → alexalbon ✔︎ @ logansargeant mate, when i took your car she texted me a 54 sentence paragraph on how she will cut my dick off and HOW. → georgerussell63 ✔︎ … @ alexalbon remind me to never talk to her when i see her. → username ✔︎ GEORGE 😭😭 → landonorris ✔︎ @ y/n_l/n don't cut off the weenies :( → username14 ✔︎ @ landonorris WEENIES 💀 → y/n_l/n @ landonorris can’t make any promises 😆 → alexalbon ✔︎ @ logansargeant SEE SHE’S MENTAL → y/n_l/n @ alexalbon mentally fantasizing about my amazingly cute boyfriend? yes!! → y/n_l/n i still don’t forgive you alexander. → alexalbon ✔︎ @ y/n_l/n the full name too?? → lilymunihe ✔︎ you heard the lady alexander albon → alexalbon ✔︎ @ lilymunihe WHAT DID I DO TO GET TAG TEAMED?? BY MY OWN GIRLFRIEND TOO?? → y/n_l/n @ alexalbon i can list a lot of things!! → alexalbon ✔︎ @ y/n_l/n oh god.

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y/n_l/n MY FAVORTIE AMERICNA SID IT OML IM SO HPAPY IM CYRING TAKE THIS ALEXANDER HAMILTON

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username15 ALEXANDER HAMILTON 😭

username16 the fact logan only got 17th and she’s celebrating like he got P1 is so cute

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username17 USA USA USA 🇺🇸 🗣️ 🔥

username18 WTF IS A KILOMETER !?!?!?

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username19 the misspellings 😭 😭

username20 she’s happy that logan is happy… and that’s all that matters.

username21 i love it when people are in love

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Since You've Been Gone: Chapter 1

Bucky Barnes x Reader

After a regrettable first meeting in the cemetery, you discover that you have something in common with a certain member of the Avengers. Unfortunately, you can't choose your neighbours, even in death.

(Setting is approx. post TFATWS)

Hi, I'm back! I have no idea where this came from, or where it's going! So apologies as updates may not be consistent while I figure it out. Warnings for death of parents, grief, mentions of cemetery/graves - please tread carefully if these are triggers for you.

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It was a chilly Autumn day, but not unbearable. Your coat could more than handle the frigid breeze. You squinted at the headstone as you crouched on your knees, angling your head to make sure you hadn’t left any streaks or marks from the polish. Satisfied with your performance, you trimmed a few of the roses that were leaning against it before standing and taking a step back to admire your handiwork.

Immaculate as always, so neat you could almost be fooled into thinking you weren’t even outside. You could hear your parents’ voices in your head now, joking about being able to keep their graves far cleaner that you ever managed your bedroom to be, their frequent nags falling on deaf adolescent ears.

You smiled sadly as you looked at the intricately engraved text below their names on the shared stone:

Beloved parents taken too soon,

Waiting in heaven to be reunited with their only daughter

You’d never really like that phrasing; it was a little too whimsical for your tastes – especially all these years later. But a recently orphaned teenager wasn’t exactly an expert in choosing the best headstone wording. You’d been more than happy to let your aunt and the funeral home lead the way, too paralysed by grief to make even the smallest decisions in the hellscape that was death admin.

Still, you’d never want to upset your aunt by getting it changed, there’s a lot of strange emotion tied up in grief even when time has passed, and that mourning teen has become an adult. And it wasn’t like new headstones were cheap anyway…

As you packed up your cleaning kit your attention was drawn to the two graves next to your parents’ - George and Winnifred Barnes. They had both passed several decades earlier, long before your parents were buried next to them. They had died only a few months apart according to the text…maybe they’d couldn’t survive without each other.

It was easy to infer that they no longer had anyone left earthside. The graves had been long untouched, unkempt, and overgrown, the inscriptions getting harder to read – and you’d never seen any evidence of a visitor in all your time coming here. Except of course when the cemetery staff did one of their occasional mass clean-ups of the neglected graves.

About a year ago, you’d started tending to them alongside your parents. You weren’t sure why, it just seemed like the right thing to do. They were neighbours after all. And you’d want someone to do the same for your mum and dad if you weren’t around.

You’d cleaned their stones, wiped away the grime and given them a decent polish. You’d trimmed back the weeds and laid fresh flowers. The first time took a while, but after you’d got them to a reasonable standard it was all pretty easy to maintain.

You’d often wondered who they were. What they were like. The dates suggested they’d died of old age, a luxury your parents didn’t have. Were they kind? Funny? What hobbies did they have? They were around during the war, that must’ve been tough. You knew from the inscriptions that they had children who would’ve been over hundred by now. Maybe no grandchildren which is why nobody came by to see them anymore. It made you feel sad, how we could all be just a few generations away from being forgotten entirely. At least you could try to remember them.

You gave their graves a quick once over, took away the dead flowers and added some fresh roses in their place.

“Well, I’m done,” you said aloud, “see you soon, mum and dad. And you too, George and Winnifred. Sleep well”.

You sighed, walking back to your car and back to your life. You knew all too well that the dead may be still, but the world continues around them.

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A week later you were back at the cemetery with your cleaning kit slung over your back, your arms full of fresh flowers.

“Afternoon, mum and dad,” you said as you placed your kit and flowers down and pulled out the foam pad that you used to kneel on, “and you, George and Winnifred”.

“Work has been kicking my ass this week,” you sighed as you got to work on your parents’ stone. “There’s only so much I can take of Brock’s moaning about the numbers…it’s getting harder not to smash my keyboard over his head – yeah I know, violence isn’t the answer, blah-blah-blah…”

You worked diligently, chatting away as you went through your maintenance tasks. It was nice, talking to them like this. You could say anything, really. No judgements, no admonishment, just silent acceptance of everything you told them. It was a bit like therapy for you. You often imagined your parents were sitting behind you as you spoke, just out of sight.

You liked to use old newspaper to buff up the marble. As you gathered your things together, you glanced at some of the headlines from the copy you’d brought with you. Lots of dreary grimness unfortunately. There was also a longread feature on the Avengers and where they were now, their photographs lined up across the top of the page. It was sad that a few of them were dead now, or at least no longer here. You felt a pang of sadness for their loved ones – you knew what that was like.

You didn’t know all the details of The Avengers and their associates, but like everyone else you knew the basics. It was a strange time, just a decade or so ago nobody had ever thought superheroes really existed…but then all of these ‘enhanced’ people started crawling out of the woodwork, revealing weapons and technology that previously had only existed in sci-fi movies. It was hard to believe, really.

You scanned the newspaper page, looking at the pictures for a few moments. You took your time studying their faces before sighing and placing it back down.

“All done…now let’s help out George and Winnie over here, looks like you guys need some new flowers…and all that heavy rain we’ve been having has really done a number on your stones…let me just-”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” the gruff voice behind you demanded, causing you such a shock that you nearly joined your parents.

You spun your body away from the graves, horrified to see a man looming over you as you stared at him open-mouthed in surprise. You hadn’t heard him approach, not quite understanding how you hadn’t noticed him coming at all…

“I said what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he repeated to you, his blue eyes alight with anger.

He was big. Bigger than you. Even under his coat you could see his broad shoulders. A mop of dark hair framed his face, most likely quite an attractive face when it wasn’t pulled into a furious sneer like it was now. He wore black gloves as he pointed at you accusingly. The fact that you were kneeling on the ground while he stood towering at his full height had not gone unnoticed by you.

There was something strangely familiar about him, but you couldn’t place it. Did he shop at the same market as you? You couldn’t quite…

“I’m…I’m just-” you spluttered as you fumbled for the words, still caught in your surprise and the fact that this normally serene time had been interrupted by a stranger yelling at you…

“Get away from there!” he snarled.

You quickly realised he was talking about the Barnes’ graves. You bounced backwards, landing painfully on your ass in your desperation to do what he said. He had a chilling air of authority that you didn’t want to screw with. You weren’t trying to piss off an angry man while you were out here all alone…

“I was just tidying them up,” you managed weakly as you sat up and clutched at the flowers.

“Nobody asked you to,” he scoffed in response as he leaned over and ran a gloved finger over Winnifred’s inscription, “you shouldn’t be clambering all over graves of people you don’t know”.

You frowned as the initial shock of the encounter wore off, now annoyed now at his abrupt rudeness towards you when you only had good intentions.

“Oh, and you know them, do you?” you snapped back sharply as your felt your emotions surge and your eyes water, your cheeks hot with mortification, “well, nobody has been to visit those graves in years so-”

“Yeah, actually I do know them - I’m their son,” he spat furiously.

Your head bounced back in surprise and confusion. You curled your lip and frowned at his strange claim, he appeared to be his mid-to-late 30s at most – many years away from the very elderly man he’d need to be for that to be true.

What was his goal here, exactly?

Was this guy just looking to start an argument and decided you’d be his target? Spouting off nonsense about random graves just to mess with you?

And where did you know him from?

Despite your survival instincts, you couldn’t help but fight back. You didn’t appreciate being messed with at the best of times, let alone when you were only here to visit your deceased loved ones. Who came to a graveyard to fuck with people? And yell at them?!

“Huh? Son?” you scoffed with derision and jabbed a finger towards the inscriptions about their children, “well, that can’t be true as that would mean their kids would have to be over a hundred…and how many one-hundred-year-olds look like you…?”

“I’m 107 years old, actually,” he said venomously. He sounded utterly sincere despite the ludicrousness of his claim. His face was sullen, his eyes piercing.

You ignored the shudder that threatened to roll through you in response. It was a strangely familiar expression on his face.

Where had you seen that look?

“Oh, yeah! You’re 107…Sure!” you laughed sarcastically. “You just have the greatest plastic surgeon of all time, in fact there’s a bunch of centenarians wandering around looking thirt-”

You trailed off as a wave of recognition suddenly hit you and the penny dropped. Oh. Oh.

He wasn’t from the market…

It was him.

Your eyes panned down to the crumpled newspaper lying next to you. The same man’s face scrutinised you from the page, an exact mirror image of the brooding 3D version in front of you. A little older now, but still unmistakably the same man.

Oh!

Now you remembered that same picture on the news. Read about the terrible things he’d done before when he was under hypnosis. For the Nazis? The Soviets? Both? Flashes of recollection hit you at once, disjointed and scattered.

It wasn’t really him doing all of it, it was a mind control thing, they’d said. He was like the Captain…the first one from the 40s. Kept young…somehow. He had a robot arm. Then there was the big government pardon after he’d helped to save the world. The deep dive the New York Times had done on his assassin past. What had they said he was called? Iceman? Winter? Winter hitman?

The Winter Soldier.

Barton? Baines? No, Barnes.

Barnes.

As in…son of Winnifred and George?

Ah.

He must’ve seen your train of thought written all over your face as he nodded solemnly at you.

“Yeah. It’s me. And I only found their resting place a few weeks ago,” he said with disdain.

You got to your feet, taking a few cautious steps backwards. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. You didn’t need to be a jerk - I’ve just been coming here for years, and I’d never seen…”

You trailed off, he didn’t care. His focus was on the graves, one gloved hand gripping the top of his father’s stone as he peered down at the grass below.

You turned to leave, giving him his privacy, “I’m sorry for your loss,” you mumbled quietly as you picked up your kit.

You started to head back to your car, then turned to face him again after a couple of steps. You warily moved back towards him and leaned over, placing a single flower between the feet of his parents’ graves. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t pick it up and throw it back in your face, either.

As you walked away, you thought you felt the weight of his gaze on your back.

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Another week passed and you were back at the cemetery once more, working the usual routine and doing your best to forget what had happened the last time you were here. Upsetting a war veteran slash Avengers superhero by accusing him of not being his parents’ child was impressively incompetent, even by your standards. But in your defence, he did just start yelling at you out of nowhere. And you were only trying to help. And he was a literal defiance of nature, time, and aging…

But then again, people weren’t always their best selves in a cemetery. It wasn’t exactly Happy Hour over here. And you’d probably freak out too if you caught a stranger tinkering around with the resting place of your parents. The parents who died of old age while you were cryogenically frozen and a prisoner in your own body…

You’d done a little more reading up on him, James Buchanan Barnes. ‘Bucky’. The man behind the scary winter soldier mask. The older images of him in his combat gear were chilling, as were the alleged stats of his kills, but mainly you just felt immense empathy for a man out of time. A man who had lost his youth, a limb, his autonomy, and everybody he once knew from his old life.

You tried to put it out of your mind, catching your parents up on what they’d missed and pretty-ing things up a little around their plot. You didn’t touch the Barnes’ this time, just gave them a little wave and concentrated on your own flesh and blood.

You were a million miles away, lost in the quiet fog that often seemed to overtake you when you were working in the cemetery. It was peaceful, really. This was the one place you could switch your brain off and quiet the chatter of your head, just concentrate on the tasks you knew so well by now that your hands did them on muscle memory alone.

You were just adjusting the newest flowers when a voice interrupted you.

“Hey,” it said.

It startled you as you were still in your own world and hadn’t heard anyone else approach. You whirled around slightly panicked as a pair of eyes the colour of sapphires met yours.

It was him again.

“Oh, hello,” you replied quietly.

He stared over at you, wrapped up in his coat as he was last time. His stare was still intense despite appearing much calmer than when you first met him. He wore black pants and boots, his hands tucked away into his pockets, a dark backpack slung over his shoulder. His face was more relaxed than it was during your first encounter. His blue eyes were just as arresting, but the absence of anger made them sparkle rather than burn. He had a soft dusting of stubble across his taut jawline, his dark hair was pulled back behind his head as he absent-mindedly ran a hand over it. He was…

…hot?

Fuck.

He nodded at you in acknowledgement and moved to George and Winnifred’s plot, kneeling in front of their stones. He pulled a candle out from his backpack and lit it with a lighter, placing it between where his parents lay.

You turned away sharply, not wanting to look like you were intruding during what was clearly a private moment of mourning. You focused on your own parents’ graves, clipping back the flowers as quietly as possible.

The two of you continued doing your own thing, the awkwardness thick in the air. You remembered how furious he’d been with you last time. You considered saying something, trying to explain that you were only trying to maintain the graves, but you didn’t want to provide any more ammunition for potential anger. Instead, you continued your routine in silence, keeping your eyes down.

After you finished you packed up your stuff and cleared your throat, ‘uh, bye,” you said quietly to him as you hurried down the path and back towards your car. He didn’t respond, but looked up at you as you passed, studying you intently.

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Hey... Ya know what would be cool or whatever?

*Gently kicks rock with my hands in my pockets trying not to show how much I crave this*

If you'd make The Creature!Randy as a short story au yearning for Reader/Lisa... I don't know I think it be neat...Just saying.

spooky ur a GENIUS!!!!! have not stopped thinking abt this since i watched the movie and <3333333 randy is the perfect undead husband i fear to say!!! this is a little short and really just focuses on the beginning of everything, but i hope its enjoyable nonetheless!!!!

From The Grave - Randy Meeks

The Creature!Randy Meeks x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1025

WARNINGS: post death randy, the briefest description of corpse randy, mention of roadkill, nothing too graphic tho <3, reader is around randys age when he died but no specifc age is said, inspired by lisa frankenstein <3

His grave was tucked underneath a large willow tree, the branches hanging low and wide, hiding his lone headstone. You discovered it a few months ago on a warm spring afternoon as you carefully made your way through the abandoned graveyard in Woodsboro, stepping over gnarled roots and vines. The headstone was cracked, covered in moss and dirt, but you could just barely make out some of the writing on it as you got closer, your hand swinging by your side as the leaves of the tree shaded you from the sun.

“Randy Meeks. 1978-1997.” 

He was young, like you. Alone, too, if the state of his grave was any indication. Despite passing the other graves, all in similar states of disrepair, something about this one stood out to you. Maybe it was the fact you knew nothing of him; other headstones told you that buried deep in the ground was a husband, a wife, a child, but here there was nothing. Or, maybe, it was the fact that he was of similar age to you and was hidden away like you so often felt. 

Regardless, you spent the next hour carefully scraping the moss off of the stone with your finger and, when the grime became too hard to simply push off, with your pen. You didn’t have any water or soap and as you stand, wiping your hands off onto your jeans with a pleased smile at the progress, you resolve to come back tomorrow and finish cleaning it up. Sure, no one ever came through here, and the grass was as high as your knees in some parts of the cemetery, and you swore when you turned your back to his grave you could feel someone staring at you, but you were going to finish your job here. 

And so you did. The next day, bright and early, you clean up Randy Meeks’s headstone until it sparkles in the sunlight that broke through the gaps of the leaves. But then you come back the next day, and the next, and the next. For weeks, whenever you have the chance to, you make your way through the rusted iron fence and through the thick grass to him. 

Always to him.

You eventually wear down a path to his grave, the grass around the headstone itself squashed down from your constant pacing as you talk out loud. Talking helped clear your mind, and despite no response, you felt more seen and understood by him than you ever had before. You sometimes caught yourself pausing after a sentence as if waiting for a response and everytime you swore the wind would pick up and the leaves above you would rustle his answer.

Each time you left the cemetery, you’d write off whatever you felt in the moment and resign yourself back to your lonely existence. 

And then the strange storm happened. Dark, green, swirling clouds loomed in the sky above you, but they couldn't deter you. You made your way to the cemetery, rested your head on his gravestone, fingers tracing the etching of his name, and cried. Your whispers came out quick and harsh, cut off with random gulps of air, as you told him how you just wished you and he could be together. How your life was awful, how all you wanted was to be seen and loved and be treated how you knew he would treat you. 

You wanted to join him in death since he couldn't join you in life.

There was a crack of thunder, a flash of light, and when your eyes opened you were back home. You shake it off, sure you made your way home on auto-pilot. As you stumble through your routine to get ready for bed, you pause at the sound of a groan outside. Just as you turn your head to investigate, your front window shatters and a foul smell reminiscent of the decomposing fox on the side of the road you pass by everyday wafts in. Your hand covers your mouth and nose to stop from hurling just as he crawls through your window. 

After a few laps around your house, you sit across from him in your bedroom, staring at him wearily. “Who are you?” Is the only thing you can think to ask, though it doesn’t result in much. The man keeps grunting, getting increasingly more frustrated at your lack of understanding. He’s caked in mud and god knows what else, his eyes a bright blue. He can’t talk and you can’t understand him, but you swear you know him from somewhere. You run through the list of men you know, name after name, but he shakes his head after each one, his fingers drumming on his bent knee.

Eventually you stand and give him a notebook and a pen, hoping he can write. You watch as he takes it, his eyes focused on the paper in front of him, his tongue poking out from his lips as he concentrates. Finally, he looks up and meets your eye, an intensity in them you hadn't seen before. You take the notebook and look down, gasping quietly as you read the name.

“Randy?” You ask, eyes widening slightly as you look back towards him. He nods. “My Randy? From the graveyard?” Another nod and the closest thing to a smile you’ve seen him make yet. None of it makes sense. You knew that the real Randy Meeks had been dead for years but here he was in front of you. “Could you hear me? When I spoke to you?”

He nods his head once again, reaching his large hand out for yours. You grimace slightly at the feeling of the mud and viscera on his skin but you don't pull away. Instead, you watch with a morbid curiosity as he brings your hand to his undead lips, pressing them against your hand. Your hand tingles, a lightning bolt crawling up your arm. 

It was him. He was here for you. Somehow, someway, he clawed his way out of death to find you. 

It was the most romantic thing you could think of.

[eydi-andrius]

His Point of View (Gojo Satoru x Reader)

A Sequel to Side Characters End Up Alone

a/n: I'm really sorry that it took a while but I feel much better now to write for angst. I hope this is worth the wait. Thank you lovelies! Again, I appreciate likes but comments and reblogs makes me feel well-loved.

cw/tw: pure angst, unrequited love, pov of the person who was confessed to, from love to despise, probably unexpected pov but I gotta write it, may upset some audience but I have been thinking of this as canon in this story

divider: @/cafekitsune

summary: Gojo knew how precious you are in his life. You are his greatest confidant, his other half and someone to whom he can never live without. However, no one ever told him how to handle a situation wherein his childhood best friend is truly madly deeply in love with him but he only sees her as his friend

The once cute white squared beads of letters that used to spell his name and yours, sewn together as proof of your long lasting friendship, was now across the floor of the dim parking lot.

He could barely see some of it. The place was illuminated by the yellow, almost dying light of the old light post. It buzzes and flickers as it does its best to give light. The dim colour makes his head hurt more. It was already throbbing when you went to pick him up, but after running after you, the feeling intensified, like splitting his head in half.

However, the blur in his eyes from the pain did not mask how worn out those beads were. He can see the first letter of your name, rolled near his shoe. He bent down to pick it up and raised it, to see clearly on the only source of light. It looks old, yes, but it is well-kept, polished even. As if someone had smoothened it for years…..because she cares and truly treasures this childish gift he gave to her once upon a time.

Gojo closed his eyes and breathed deeply.

Long ago, when you confessed to him, he didn't know what to do. There were only two of you behind the school, you were fidgeting, scared and a pale mess, as you shared your heart out to him. Confessing the supposed to be beautiful truth, but at that moment, can either create something new or break something perfect, that you both had established together for a long time.

Surprised, unprepared and confused, all he did was stare at you, mouth agape. His world stopped, not expecting that you feel that way towards him. How…No one ever told him what to do at this moment. He felt trapped and his mind was swirling, trying to think of the best words to reply, the best course of action to do when your childhood best friend confesses to you. He was overloading and for a long time was just wide-eyed staring at you.

Probably, when you realised he wasn't going to reply, you felt embarrassed and humiliated so you chose to run away from him. During that time, Gojo found that his voice was working as he called out to your small frame, slowly vanishing from view.

You two did not talk about it until after three days. After he had a conversation with Geto. He helped him realise his feelings, for he thinks Geto was really wise for his age. And he is wise and provided good advice. He made Gojo feel confident enough to share his true feelings to you and that was him loving you as his precious friend, nothing more, nothing less.

Gojo wished that at that time he realises that Geto was just the same age as him, and no amount of good advice will come from a person whose life experience were in equal to him. If he knew right there and then, he would have let the friendship go and freed you of the burden of loving him. In that way, you would have been happy. In that way, you probably would have found someone to whom you deserve. Someone who will love you, more than you loved him.

But he was young, foolish and scared about the what ifs. What if you were the best he could ever have in this lifetime. If he lets you go, what if he will never have you anymore? He was scared to be alone. A selfish brat.

And so like a fool, when you pleadingly asked to keep the friendship, he agreed and continued acting the same.

It worked out for a while, until he started having feelings for other girls. Your eyes. God! Your eyes cannot lie at all, it screams your feelings like an open book being read out loud. Doe-eyes stares at him, openly hurting and in pain. It made him go crazy, insane even, affecting his relationships and becoming a toxic partner to some.

Of course, those weren't your fault. It was his. That was his relationship, not yours. However, there was a slitter in his gut, he used to ignore it, until its ugly head showed its face and he openly hated you for destroying his connections.

He was resentful and he admits, he does things to see you suffer. You did that to him!

Of course he knew he was wrong and stupid but he cannot stop the feeling of pure hatred every time beautiful things were ruined in his life because you existed.

You were his blessing but he made you his curse.

Opening his eyes, he stared at the dark sky. The moon was nowhere to be seen but a lone star twinkles beautifully, claiming the sky for itself. His blue orbs twinkled as he stared at it.

He cannot help but smile. It was a true smile. A smile of someone who was relieved. Of someone with a thorn in his chest for years, finally plucked out, relieved of the pain. Finally, your curse was over. The curse he implanted by his side was over.

If someone hears his thoughts tonight, they will probably hate him. But he doesn't care about them.

He was just so happy that now ... .now it was finally over.

He loves you, he cares about you but he cannot deal with your hurt anymore. None of your hurt was his fault. He was torturing himself for years and now, it was truly done.

Feeling the hot tear running down his face, he laughed. It was full of mirth. He is thankful, grateful even.

He wishes you the best as he clutches the only bead he picked up, close to his chest.

He treasures you but he also treasures the distance you now gave him. He cannot wait to finally start his life over.

[rayassecretlife]

REQUEST: Could we get a sub Lo’ak? The context could be that the reader saw him talking to another girl and got jealous. So you decide to punish him with overstimulation etc.

Guys i literally made a whole thing for this request and it posted on accident…so anon, I hope you see this because it won’t let me reuse the same request💔

I love you times infinity

Pairing: Aged up!19 year old Lo’ak Sully x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Warning(s): Smutttt (MINORS DNI), male receiving, unprotected p in v, begging, praise kink, overstimulation, mature language, Lo’ak and reader are 19!!

Not proof read!!! Sorry for mistakes

As you sat slack jawed against the large tree, you couldn’t help but watch your mate from afar, watching him and his father practice riding with Tonowari to prepare him for his soon to be rite of passage. You were beyond excited for him, but lately it felt like he didn’t care for your efforts in congratulating him.

You had barely spoken to your mate in days, only seeing him when he comes into your pod to grab something and then when he comes back at night, but he only ever went straight to sleep. Was he getting tired of you? No. Mate’s don’t get tired of each other, right? Your thoughts only ran wilder as you heard a voice peek next to you, calling your name with a whistle.

“Y/N?” You look over at Kiri walking towards you, eyes tracing yours to see what you had been staring at but it only confused her more. “What’s wrong?” You shake it off as she sinks down to sit next to you, hand grasping your wrist in her palm.

“It’s nothing, I promise” she rolls her eyes and let’s go, turning to watch the boy with you. “He’s so happy like that—feeling like a leader” Your toes dig into the sand, head laying back against the tree as she looks back to you. “Can mates leave each other? Like unbond…?” The girl looks at you with a laugh and shakes her head, rubbing her face as it all started to make sense to her.

“That’s what your worried about? Y/N, Lo’ak is in love with you. You are to be Tsahìk not too long from now” She informs but you already know, nodding your head at her words. You still felt your stomach turn, looking over at her.

“He hasn’t been talking to me the past few days, but he’s been with Tsireya every time I see him. He barely gives me a hug when he sees me in public, Kiri. We were great a week ago but now it’s so weird” she frowned at your words but quickly shook her head, debunking your suspicions.

“Have you told him you felt this way?” You shook your head and she stared at you, eyebrows raised at you. “Maybe he’s just busy training. You know how much this means to him-“

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” Kiri’s eyebrows furrowed at your words as she turned her head, tracking down the area you had been looking in. Her eyes widened at the sight but before she could speak you were already a cursing mess. “Is he serious? He doesn’t have time for me but he does for her?”

“Y/N-“

“Fucking Skxawng” You scoffed before getting up, his eyes catching onto you as you left the beach. Kiri sat there dumbfounded, trying her best to call you back over but you wouldn’t listen—blinded by your jealousy and rage.

That had only been hours ago, spending your time crying and breaking random things in your pod while you waited for him to come home—somewhat hoping he didn’t. You were so beyond angry, trying to fall asleep so you would stop crying. Did he even love you? How could he do this to you? The thoughts swarmed your mind as you lay in your hammock, eyes closed and the sound of the waves under you filling the air. You wondered what the excuse would be this time—but your questions were quickly answered with the familiar voice coming to see you.

“Y/N, Y/N! Tonowari said I’m ready to take my rite of passage!” You heard your mates voice call from the other side of the room, his happy and energetic voice soon declining at the sight of you laying in your shared hammock, pretending you had been sleeping so he wouldn’t speak to you. “Y/N?”

You were still so angry with him. You hated your jealousy problem with a passion but you couldn’t help it, he was your mate. You felt the hammock dip and soon felt his warm body against yours, his hand laying over you to pull your back against his stomach.

“Y/N, wake up, baby—we’ve got to celebrate” he whispers in your ear and in that moment you wanted to scream at him, just push him off the hammock with the anger you had pent up inside you. It wasn’t until you felt the small kisses plant against your shoulder that you spoke up.

“Leave me alone, Lo’ak” you move away from him without explaining, his eyebrows creasing at your words. You sounded mad, so fucking mad. The hammock felt so empty without you against him. He hated it.

“What’s wrong? I’ve missed you” you scoff, shrugging his hand off your shoulder making him frown. He didn’t understand, what could he have done to make you so upset? “Y/N, talk to me” He practically begged as you got up from the hammock, making your way out of your shared pod before he could say anything else.

You didn’t know whether to yell or cry. On one hand you were jealous, but on the other you felt like maybe he didn’t want you as bad as you thought he did, and maybe you weren’t enough. You didn’t want to cry, so you did the next best thing.

Retaliate.

You turned around to find the boy standing so tirelessly, his eyes low with plead as he stared at you. You hated when you were mad at him—he needed you happy. Before he could say anything, you pushed him inside your pod once again, leading him all the way to sit on the big loom made chair that sat in the corner of your home.

He looked at you with pure confusion, still waiting to talk to you about what had just happened but you were quick to shut him up, placing your hand over his loincloth to feel what had been under it. “Y/N, tell me what’s wrong-“

“You think she’s prettier then me, don’t you?” his eyebrows furrow even more in confusion then before, eyes almost instantly shutting when he felt your hand close around his cloth covered cock. “Think she’s so fucking beautiful you’d rather speak with her then your own mate”

“Baby—just wait, I—what are you talking about?” He grabs your hand, his free hand cupping your cheek. “Have you been crying?” You scoff, pulling his hand from your face.

“Tell me, what does Tsireya have that I don’t? Is it because she is older? That’s it, isn’t it? She’s older and prettier?” He stared at you like you had a million heads, trying his hardest to find the reason you thought this way. It was hard for him to believe you actually thought someone was prettier then you, because he’d remind you every single day that you were the most beautiful girl on pandora.

Then it clicked, all the events from the past week come clashing down and he feels nothing but guilt. He left you most nights, staying out to train and do whatever he had to do—but he didn’t think you’d be waiting since you knew he was training. He saw the anger in your eyes but his softened, head shaking at your words.

“Y/N, you don’t actually think I like Tsireya, do you?” You shrug your shoulder, index finger dragging across his body; from one shoulder to another. You were angry, you wanted him to feel how you did when he was gone—ignoring your every move. “We need to talk first-“

“Shhh” You shush the boy, placing your hands on his shoulders and squeezing gently. “Calm down, your tense, Lo” you feel his body relax and you gently lean over him, face yearning to his but as soon as your lips brushed, you moved down to his ear. “Move your hand” He hesitantly removes it, watching you with patience as you move to stand up in front of him, pulling your hair down from the tie it had been in before.

You knew what your hair down did to him, you could feel his eyes scanning your body. “You know, last night I had to please myself because you weren’t here” You hum, fingers working to untie his loincloth. “Because you were with her”

“Y/N-“

“Maybe I need to remind you of your place” you didn’t look at him, only pulling his loincloth from his waist to throw somewhere random across the room. “You wanna make it up to me?” He nods his head almost desperately, watching as you took his length in your small hands. “Then be a good boy and spread your legs” This surprised him, you’d never been the type to act the way you were now, But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t like it.

He watched as you sunk to your knees in front of him, hand stroking his length against your palm. He was becoming so hard just looking at you, watching how your long hair flowed around everytime you moved your head. Lo’ak was known to cum quickly with you, or at least get very, very close. You knew this would be easy, and that’s why you needed to work extra slow.

“Can she get you like this? This fucking hard? This vulnerable…” You trail off, looking up at your mate’s twisting face. His nails dug into the chairs fabric, head tilting back the slightest. “This is mine. You, are mine, Lo’ak” He lets out a deep sigh and nods his head, eyes shutting with ease as his ears fell back against his head. “Say it”

“It’s yours…” You roll your eyes and sit up, hand wrapping around his neck to bring his face close to your own. He gasped at the sudden action, opening his eyes to look at yours.

“You can do better then that” Shit, you looked so good like this; all angry and jealous under him. He could moan just looking at you. “Do it or I’ll stop”

“I’m yours, Y/N. God, you know I’m yours—only yours” you raise an eyebrow and his ears fall again, “I only want you. I don’t want Tsireya or anyone else” you let go of his neck, sinking back down to your knees with one glance at his cock. You smirked at the sight, the small amounts of pre already seeping through his tip.

“Dripping already? And you talk about me” You laugh, thumb wiping across his light blue tip. “Look at me, Lo’ak” He sighs, finally opening his eyes to you and you smiled, head leaning down toward his length.

“Fuck” He mumbles as you guide your tongue to draw a line up his cock, watching your every move like his life depended on it. His hands moved to your hair but you quickly push them, giving him a scolded face.

“Hands to yourself, this isn’t a reward” really? Cause it sure as hell felt like one. He nods his head and places his hands onto his thighs, your head lowering back down to swirl your tongue around his tip. You felt his legs twitch as a small breath escaped his lips, eyes threatening to shut.

“What the fuck are you doing to me, Y/N” You smirk at his words, your other hand reaching down to take his balls into your palm, his eyes almost instantly rolling back. “Fuck, fuck” Yup. That was his weak spot. He lost it when your tongue swirled a bigger circle against him, fingers digging into his skin trying his hardest not to grab onto you.

“Come on, Sweet boy. Don’t hold those sounds from me” He may have been enjoying himself now, but he wouldn’t be soon. He’d be begging for you in just a few minutes.

“Feels so good, baby. S’good” Your hand starts to stroke his length at a pace, other hand still working at the lower half. He was a moaning mess above you, practically losing himself in your touch. Your tongue was doing it usual motions but you soon retracted it, realizing how close he had been.

“Don’t do it, I didn’t tell you to come” He whimpers and your ears peek at the sweet sound, hand edging him further as you stared up into his vibrant amber eyes. You wanted to teach him a lesson and you were going to—but the sight of him like this made you so wet, yearning for the friction between you two.

You stood to your feet only for a second before straddling his lap on the chair, tugging his hair back so his head would face directly to you. “Put it in” He doesn’t waste a second before he’s lining himself up to your wet cunt, hands going to push you down but you wouldn’t let him. “Hands to yourself now”

��Y/N… I can’t” He whispers as you sink down onto him, both of you letting out a shaky breath. He was barely holding on, waiting for your word to let go. It was pure torture to say the least, he couldn’t even touch you. “S’tight… so fucking tight” your head falls back as you grind against him, hand resting against his chest for support. You were mad at him, but man did you miss this the past few nights.

“That’s it, hold it for me” You praise your desperate mate, a moan slipping from your own throat before you could catch it. You felt his cock nudge your cervix easily, legs trembling against his own at the deep feeling. “She can’t do this to you, can she? Nobody can. Nobody but me”

“I can’t hold it anymore—please… please, Y/N” He opens his eyes to peek at you, gaze falling between the two of you where your hips met his. He truly couldn’t hold it much longer, his cock painfully hard inside of you.

“Louder” He whines at your words and throws his head back as your hips move faster, now chasing your own release. “Good boy, Such a good boy” you praise, feeling the knot in your stomach become terribly noticeable.

“Please, please let me come” He whimpers once again, now begging you over and over with his small grunts and curses. He needs to come, he needs to feel you come. “You know I don’t want her, I only want you—only want to please you”

He mewls as you clench around him, feeling your release just seconds away from bursting. You couldn’t help but moan, nails digging into his chest. “Don’t you dare” You warn him, feeling his cock start to twitch harder then before, your hips continuously rolling against his and he lets out a loud moan soon enough, your cunt squeezing him tight as you let your highs fall.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” He cries, hands gripping your thighs out of reflex. You were too caught in your own release to realize, his thick seed painting your gummy walls white like always but once you realized, you pulled his hands from you, continuing to roll your hips against his own in anger. “Y/N—I can’t… fuck, too much!”

You sit up above him, feeling his length fall from your core. He was still hard, only making it easier for you when your hand wrapped around it once again. “I thought I told you no? That was bad, Lo. Coming without permission” You murmur softly, still sitting on his thighs as your free hand pulled his braids.

“I couldn’t hold it! I-“

“I don’t fucking care” You look directly into his eyes, hand stroking his hardening cock faster as you felt his thighs shake. “Your gonna forget her fucking name when I’m done with you—gonna know where home is” He whimpers loudly, ears flickering up and down at the feeling. He was so sensitive, cock coated in his recent release along with the new beads of pre that escaped his tip.

“Please—mmph! Baby, please it’s too much! Too sensitive!” He tries to pry you off but you only push him away, tugging on his braids tighter so he’d release you. It hurt so good, pushing him way past his limits. You couldn’t get enough of it—seeing him like this under you, fully under your control. “Touch me… please just touch somewhere—anywhere!”

“You can take it, Baby. Don’t you wanna be a good boy for me? So sensitive…your gonna come again, aren’t you?” He’s a whimpering mess at your dirty talk, nodding his head desperately. You lean down to him, trailing kisses against his jawline as he continued to beg you, hips bucking at your every stroke. He couldn’t keep still, not when you were this close to him. “Sweet boy, this is what happens when you make me jealous”

“I’m sorry, My love. Shit… I’m so sorry” He manages to choke out from his moans, a smirk appearing across your lips as you watch him in awe. “Please let me come. Please, please…!” You hum, taking his ear lobe between your teeth, gently pulling on it with a chuckle. As fun as it was to watch him suffer, he always got his way with you—even when you were mad.

“Come for me, Pretty boy. Make sure you say my name real loud so she can hear” He lets out a loud moan as your lips attach to the sweet spot under his ear, practically crying out as he felt his release approach fast.

“Need to hold onto you… please” You nod your head as almost as soon as you do, his fingers are digging into your hips, his legs shaking with post release as his next one teased his tip. He was struggling so hard, yearning his body against your own. “Y/N…!”

“Mhm, just like that” With one last stroke, his second release is painting your hand and his chest, spurting out onto the two of you with no certain direction. He was breathless, whimpering against your ear as you released his sensitive cock, letting it fall against his abdomen. “Poor baby, did so good for me” You hold his heavy head in your hands, stroking his cheek with your thumb as his heavy breath started to calm down.

You sat there for about ten minutes in silence, your soft voice in his ear putting him at ease with every word. You couldn’t do anything but comfort the shaking boy, his body completely giving itself to you. He was tired, trying his hardest to stay awake just to listen to your sweet sound. “You ready to lay down?”

You remove yourself from his grasp slowly, going over to the water to wet one of the clean cloth’s that sat in your pod. He watched you tiredly, your eyes soft as you walked back to him.

He jolted up once you touched his abdomen, about to push you away but quickly realizing what you had been doing. “Gotta clean this up. We don’t want anyone knowing what we did here” You smirk to yourself as he sighs and lays back against the chair, letting you wipe his still semi-warm release off his body.

“You are insane” He says breathlessly and you laugh, throwing the cloth away before coming back to take his hand, helping him stand to his feet. “That was fucking insane” You hum, tying his loincloth back around his waist. He took it soon himself to lay down against your hammock before you, holding his arms out to you with a tired smile. “I don’t even know who you are anymore” You giggle at his words, falling onto the hammock to lay down next to him. His body was still radiating with heat, legs also somewhat remaining at their shaky state.

“Should’ve never made me jealous, Skxawng” you cuddle into his arms, head laying in the crook of his neck. He let out a soft chuckle and rubbed the small of your back, placing a kiss atop of your head.

“I don’t know, I kind of like it” You roll your eyes and dismiss him, sighing as you felt him relax into you. “I love you times infinity, Y/N” He intertwined your fingers, kissing your knuckles. His words made your ears perk, a smile spreading across your lips against his neck.

“I love you too, Lo’ak. More then you’ll ever know” With that, you fell asleep in each others arms—not a care in the world about what was to come tomorrow or who he had talked to before. You knew he was yours—and you were his, until the end of time.

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The Land is Inhospitable and So Are We (Chuuya x Reader) (slight Dazai x Reader)

Pairing: Chuuya x Reader//Dazai x Reader

Description: Y/n left the Mafia, along with Chuuya, behind. She made her choice and it was most definitely her choice. There is no escaping the consequences.

Next Part: Coming Soon

Warnings: Angst, drinking your feelings, Port Mafia cannon stuff. You guys know the drill. I think that is it, please correct me if I am wrong.

Word Count: 2,103

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A/N AHHHHH! I am actually so excited to start posting some of my other work here. I wrote this little fic back in november (ish?? I think??) and it is what I have decided to start with in my reposting of wattpad stuff here because it is short and sad and under-appreciated on wattpad. Enjoy!

Chapter One: bug like an angel

Y/n sat alone at her favorite bar, turning her mostly empty glass of liquor slowly in her hand and watching the reflections of the dim lights in it. To anyone else, it would appear she was waiting for someone and maybe, somewhere behind those cold eyes, she was. After all, this is where they'd always come to be together, the three of them. Anniversaries were supposed to be a happy thing but in this moment, she couldn't feel anything but emptiness and loss.

"You dug your grave and now you must lie in it silly girl. Made promises you broke, so they broke you right back. Amateur. What else did you think was gonna happen?" she scoffed quietly beneath her breath before downing the rest of her drink.

With sudden assertion, she set the glass down on the bar and stood. Having already paid her tab, she gracefully put her coat on and, with a blasé wave of thanks thrown over her shoulder to the barkeep, took herself out into the cool night.

—— Did I make him a promise I couldn't keep? or am I going to be a man and do something about it?

Dazai looked around the room that had been his home for almost as long as he could remember. There were memories woven into the very fibers of the deep red carpet and the grains of the wood floor. This had been his childhood, his whole life, the only one he'd ever really known.

 Looking around, a myriad of minute details caught his eye. It was as if some part of him had already made the choice he was mulling over in his grief muddled mind and was trying to memorize it all, trying to take in every inch of it before he couldn't anymore. 

Look there, it said, that bottle of wine is empty because you shared it with Chuuya just last week. And there, that's the rose Y/n gave you randomly one day that you hung up on your wall till it dried. Somewhere in one of those drawers is a scalpel, in the back of that closet, there's a loose board that hides a scrap of Akutagawa's old coat you two found him in. There is a bit of your first coat there too, and Chuuya's from when you found him. And Y/n's she left here of course. Look here... see there... notice this... this plaguing infestation... this gap... this raw, bloodstained history you call a life.

He sighed again, turning his eyes away and running a hand through his already messy hair.

"I am so tired of this." he mumbled aloud, knowing no one was there to hear it.

Taking a step over to the dark wood dresser, he picked up a slip of paper worn with age. The pencil marks on it were blurred from the oil on his fingers, having read it again and again in the past year.

Thoughts continued to swirl around his head as he looked down at the blood soaking his frame.

"But what would I do with all this rage if I were to? Would it have a place to go?"

Dazai found his thoughts drifting to a time a few years ago. The three of them had snuck out into the night and found a bar, a little safe haven in all their madness. Y/n, mediator as she was, had smoothed out any disagreement, any anger spawned from snide remarks. Her exhileration at being out in the air that sharp January night had been all they needed. He had fed on that infectious joy of hers, a spot of light in the darkness that consumed them all and somehow, never went out. Not once in the six years Dazai had known her had he ever seen it even falter.

After dropping the drunken Chuuya safely back at his door, he had walked with her to her own room. They were less than sober themselves and Dazai couldn't help but laugh at his companion as she skipped down the hall, humming softly.

"What is it? Do I look weird?" Y/n asked, suddenly rather self conscious as she heard Dazai laugh behind her.

"Not at all." he smiled, catching up to where she had stopped in the hall, "Just a little unbecoming for the Port Mafia's youngest executive."

"Watch your tongue, dog." she joked, shoving his shoulder lightly, "I could have you drawn and quartered for a comment like that."

"Ooh, how medieval. I'm soooo scared." Dazai sarcastically responded, rolling his eyes as they started to walk once more.

"You better be, I am the notorious wielder of bacchic frenzy and hedonistic release after all." she teased right back.

"I'm too hedonistic as it." Dazai mused happily, "Your power would have no hold on me."

"That's just because no ability has power over yours which means it is cheating. I, Y/n the great, do declare my subordinate, Dazai Osamu, to be a cheater."

"Hey!" he pouted back for a brief moment before they both dissolved into giggles.

Before he knew it, they reached her door. It was an all too familiar thing to him, covered over with little notes and drawings he and Chuuya had left for her over the years that she had refused to take down for sentimentality's sake.

"Thank you for letting me convince you to do this." she said, turning to face him in the dark hallway.

Surprised, Dazai stood silent for a moment before taking a hand from his pocket and placing it on her head.

"Your hope shines in this dark place." was all he said in response.

"I've always known I was too full of feathers. My mother used to say it to me. She said it would kill me someday." Y/n mused softly, pushing the taller man's hand from her hair and holding it in her own, examining it as if it were some precious jewel.

"How do you do it?" he found himself asking, the alcohol coursing through his veins.

"It's just who I am. Plus, if you're just asking that in order to mimic me, remember: my mother was right. I'll be bent over from wishing and surrounded by false promises before long."

"You're too good for that."

"I am not good."

Y/n dropped Dazai's hand and looked up at last to meet his wide brown eyes. His frown only deepened with her gaze.

"I'm not good!" she insisted again, with a slight smile "I am full of all this rage. No one who is good should ever be as angry as I am. Besides, I know my place and I have learned to be content with it. I have learned to find the sun where it is shining."

"You're my sun." he said softly.

Y/n didn't respond but met his eyes once more and Dazai found them to be full of a grief he hadn't seen before. Maybe it had always been there and he had just never been close enough to notice.

"How do you do it?" he said gruffly, sticking his hands back in his pockets and looking away momentarily.

"Do what?"

"How do you deal with all the rage."

Y/n's eyes grew wide for a moment.

"The wrath of the devil was also given to him by god." she said after some thought.

"I never took you as the religious type." Dazai chuckled, lightening the mood slightly.

She smiled and shook her head.

"I'm not but this anger is a part of me whether I want it to be or not. I can sit and let it fester, or I can embrace it and learn to love it as it loves me."

"Aren't you afraid you'll be hated for it?"

His question came out as barley a whisper, a breath with substance.

"You and Chuuya have stuck around, haven't you?"

He turned the paper over in his hand. The backside was empty save for his name, written in that achingly familiar script that had plagued him since the first time he saw it. Dazai had never encountered another person who's handwriting suited them as perfectly as hers did. He shook his head slightly, placing the paper back down. His mind was made up. After all, she had left, she had made it out and, as far as he knew, lived to tell the tale. If she of all people could be redeemed, then why couldn't he?

——

Y/n woke up the next morning with a terrible hangover. Sluggishly, she pulled on her usual attire and dragged herself to work. Grabbing breakfast on the way, she somehow managed to make it to the office only an hour late and with her headache having subsided.

"Morning everyone, sorry I'm late." she managed through a yawn as she stepped inside, "I somehow managed to sleep through my alarm."

Her new life was no place for lies and secrets, Y/n knew that, but when your raised a certain way, things follow you. She couldn't help it and sometimes, her little lies even surprised her.

"Just don't do it tomorrow." said Kunikida, lightly hitting her on the head with his notebook.

"I won't, I won't." she hummed in response, draping her coat over the back of her chair.

As she went to sit down and start on the paperwork from her last mission, Kunikida spoke once more.

"The boss wants to see you in his office." 

"What for?" Y/n asked, looking up at him with surprise evident in her eyes. 

Kunikida shrugged. 

"He's speaking to a potential new hire, apparently he wants your opinion on the matter."

"Mine?"

"Seems like a waste of time. The man has an irresponsible, lazy air to him." Kunikida continued as if he hadn't heard her question. 

"I guess I'll go see what he needs."

Y/n knocked gently on the boss' door and did not move to enter until she heard the command from inside.

"You ask to see me sir?" She said with a respectful bow once the door was shut. 

"Yes, sit down."

Y/n nodded and moved to take the empty seat in front of his desk before noticing a strangely familiar person sitting beside it. Her eyes grew wide with disbelief for a moment before she quickly fixed her expression into a small, pleasant smile.

"What is it I can help with."

She could feel his eyes on her as she look straight ahead at the boss who took a sip of his tea.

"Y/n, this is Dazai Osamu but I'm sure you know that already."

"Yes, of course." she nodded, still absolutely avoiding the man beside her.

"He wants to work here."

"And why should you?" she asked, suddenly fixing her strangely cold attention on Dazai. 

"My, haven't you changed." he smiled back at her. 

"Your coat is different."

"And your feathers appear to have gone."

Y/n was silent for a moment. 

"Not gone, just quieted. This is my hiding place, why are you here?"

"I thought you might know one another, it appears however that you two even have a history." the boss chuckled warmly, bringing the attention in the room back on him, "Tell me Y/n, this man claims to have been a Port Mafia executive. He says he wants to leave it behind, to 'be on the side that saves people.' Can you confirm his story? Back up his intentions?"

"You never asked anyone to back up my story or my intentions, why bother with this one?"

"You were sincere." the boss answered cooly, "This one appears to have something to hide."

Y/n rolled his words over in her mind for a moment, sparing Dazai a fleeting glance before she answered. 

"Dazai and I grew up together. He was my subordinate and must have been promoted to take my position when I left. I do not believe there is any reason to not trust his intent in this situation. In fact, I had a feeling something would happen and he'd follow me someday."

"Thank you Y/n, that is all. You may return to your work."

"Yes sir."

Y/n stood and bowed once more. As she turned to leave however, Dazai grabbed her wrist lightly. She looked down at his still seated form, her eyebrows raised.

"How's that wrath of yours?" he asked with a seemingly harmless smile. 

Y/n took a deep breath before moving her hand carefully from his grasp. 

"How's your hedonism treating you lately?" she threw back and the door clicked shut softly behind her.

[seungmonggg]

Request - Mikey’s Girl

request:  Basically reader used to be a stripper for one of the haitanis clubs, since she was foreign she used to make a lot of money. Mikey falls in love with her after a vip lap dance and become obsessed. She becomes his girlfriend and the two are so touchy feely. Especially after he finds out she’s pregnant

Warnings: female reader!!, curse words, reader is a stripper in this one, unprotected sex, timeskip! Mikey x reader, Mikey is a little obsessed hehe, reader is preggers. every character is of age 

Word Count: 1,5k

A/N: sorry for posting this soo late aghh!!! I was kinda stressed with work and stuff.. Anyways, I hope yall like this, let me know! Requests are still open, so let me know if yall want something special!

You were standing in front of the huge mirror, looking at yourself nervously. Fuck, how did you even get here? Where did it all go wrong? Your body was clad in nothing but a cute little set of lingerie that you’d normally never even think about wearing. Well, here you were, standing in your changing room, waiting for your client to arrive so you could give him a lap dance.

You had heard from the other girls that he was a bad guy. An asshole, but he paid well. He was dangerous, so much you knew, which made you even more nervous if even possible. Somewhere you had heard his name. was it the news? You didn’t remember.

Flinching as soon as the door opened you let out a sigh of relief when you saw that it was one of your friends, Hina. “Come on Y/N, its time for you to go in.” she gave you one last reassuring smile before she led you through the load club, all the way back to the VIP lounges.

Suddenly, she came to a halt. “Don’t worry too much. Just do what you always do.” She said before the door slowly opened for you to see a man sitting on the big leather couch. You could only see the back of his head, but from what you saw, you could tell that he was handsome.

Thank god, you thought, not some stinky old fuck. You took one last big breath before you entered the small room. You were going to do your best and make so much money, that’s all, that’s what you told yourself in your head. But as soon as you stood in front of him all of those thoughts flew out the window. Holy fuck, he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

Slowly looking up at you, he gave you a small smile. Did he look tired or was that just the light of this room? You didn’t know, and it didn’t matter because he gave you one slight hand movement to tell you to come closer.

As prettily as possible you made your way towards him, coming to a stop right in front of his knees. You leaned down slightly, ready to listen to what he had to say. But he didn’t say anything, instead he just looked you up and down, almost hungrily. Your cheeks became a soft pink when you saw his sight travel downwards.

When you heard someone whistle slightly behind you, you stood up properly and were greeted with the sight of your boss. The Ran Haitani. A good guy, just a little too flirty at times. “I see you already met my Pearl, Mikey?” he said to which he got a low hum from the man in front of you. Shit, you wanted the man to call you his pearl, not your boss.

“I hope our little princess here behaves and shows my beloved boss a good time, huh?” he said, looking at you expectantly. You nodded, sending the man, ,Mikey’, a small smile, almost innocent. Mikey gave the Haitani a look, making him leave the room with a joyous smile on his lips.

You heard the music turn on slowly, fuck yes, that was one of your favorite songs to perform to. Slowly, you started to move our hips sensually, following the beat. Mikey leaned back, clearly enjoying the view of this absolutely gorgeous woman dancing just for him. Something in him sparked, something dark, dangerous. He just had to have you. You had to be his, he would make sure of that, no matter what the cost might be.

That was three years ago. Crazy, isn’t it? Thinking how you used to dance for the man in front of you right now. The man crying silent tears as you show him the positive test in your hands. How could this all happen? Was all you could think about. You were so lucky, so fucking lucky to have danced for him years ago.

“I’m so proud of you, Baby. I’ll protect you and our Baby with all I have, I promise.” He whispered against your temple, kissing it softly. He took your face between his slightly cold hands, caressing it softly. “You’re all I need in this whole wide world.” Always speaking quietly, so his men couldn’t hear you two from the room beside the kitchen. You didn’t plan to tell him during  one of his meetings, but you just panicked and ran to him.

Ran into his arms, his warmth, the comfort he gave only to you. You were his precious girl, his biggest gift. He was protective of you, pretty much from the start, never letting anyone touch you or dare come too close, he’d fucking kill them. And he had done so on more than one occasion, but you didn’t have to know that, right? He held you for a couple more minutes, whispering about his love for you, kissing you sweetly, leaving the trace of his never ending love on your skin.

A couple of months into your pregnancy, now a bump clearly showing, you panted slightly as you walked up the last few stairs to the bedroom. “Babe! Where are you?!” you said, looking around confused as to where your man could be. He should be home by now, shouldn’t he?

A small noise caught your attention, coming from your bedroom. The hairs on your neck immediately stood up. He wouldn’t do that to you.. or would he? You were starting to sweat slightly coming closer to the door as  the sounds got louder, unmistakably Mikeys moans. You gritted your teeth and ripped the door open, ready to get your heart broken and world crashed.

But what you found was rather… inviting. He laid on the bed, in all his glory, slightly sweaty. His head was lolled to the back, a clear sign of him nearing his high, and he was whimpering your name again and again. Heat shot through you immediately. He was masturbating, to you.

“W-Why are you still s-standing there? Hnng, H-Help me, please” he groaned as he looked at you, or more like stared. You made your way towards him, ironically thinking of the time you danced for him for the first time. “Need help, Handsome?” you asked while smirking.

Not wanting you to play around any longer he softly laid you down next to him. “Tell me if anything’s uncomfortable, okay Princess?” he breathed against your ear, making you nod. Your clothes were fast gone, Mikey leaving kisses on your body wherever he could.

As soon as you had gotten pregnant it was like a flip had switched in his head. He became even more protective, not leaving you alone these past few months. And if even possible, he became hornier, by a fucking lot. You didn’t know if it was your swelling breasts, your full hips carrying his child or the cute bump.

“Need you so bad Baby, fuck, couldn’t wait anymore.” He groaned as soon as his hard cock slid through your already wet slit, making you moan loudly. “I-I’m here now Baby, please, need it.” You whimpered, making him get behind you and slowly enter your tight hole. Holy shit, he thought, you were so tight and so so -warm-.

You let out a strangled moan as he started moving his hips, careful not to hurt you in any way. He himself started kissing down your neck, panting softly against your skin as he began building a fast rhythm for you. You were already on cloud nine, clawing at his arm that was draped over your stomach, his thumb and forefinger rollinger your nipples slightly.

“F-fuck..” you heard his broken moans, he was getting close again. “G-gonna make you such a beautiful mommy, shit. Gon’ be s’good for me, yeah?” he huffed against your ear, fucking you into oblivion. You couldn’t think properly anymore, any thoughts long gone from your brain, only incoherent babblings of how good he was fucking you leaving your lips.

“All. Fucking. Mine.” He growled, punctuating every word with a thrust right against the spongy little spot inside of you. You screamed his name with all you had and finally let the orgasm wash over your body, letting you shake and let out broken moans of his name and profanities. A few thrusts later, he was letting his head fall back, moaning almost animalistically as he painted your insides white.

Huffing, he slowly let go of you to stand up and get some towels for you. “You okay Princess?” he grunted with a slightly gruff voice as soon as he was back, starting to softly and carefully clean you. You hummed in his direction, letting your spent body relax. “Y-Yes, thank you Manjiro.” You softly whispered, making him try to hide the furious blush starting to spread on his face and neck from hearing his name roll of your tongue so softly.

Yeah, he was down hard for you.

[augustghosts]

Candles

Tommy Miller x f!reader

I don’t even know what this is tbh. This has been in my drafts forever and I haven’t posted in a month so… have this. I debated posting this as it kinda felt like me just rambling about Tommy lmao, but I think some people might like it! I didn’t know how to end this either lmao, I honestly could have kept going and added smut but i held back hehe. Also, this is a rare non nsfw fic from me lmao. <3

Word count- 2k

Warnings - mention of sexy times because like post sexy times. Like mild angst? But like in a hurt/comfort way? but that's about it! Not as many warnings as my usual fics lol. Not proofread as always because I’m still lazy.

Tommy likes her best like this. He likes her all the time, of course. But this was always something special. Dusk, when the apartment was warm. When the bed was warm - whispers against hot skin. Sleep lingering, bodies pressed together like they belonged there. Tommy felt that for the first time in forever, he had a place to come home too. A place he wanted to come home too. When there were no barriers between them. When all he had to do was pull her a little closer and she knew exactly what he wanted. The way she would open up for him so easily, so trustful. It made his aching heart feel full.

He remembers the first time they did this, the first time he had taken her on this dirty mattress. The first time he’d watched her get up and enter the bathroom, back then - he had held back on telling her how beautiful she looked. But now, it's almost like she could sense the words on the tip of his tongue as she turns to smirk at him as she opens the door. She waits in the doorway, letting his eyes skim over her naked body. She can’t deny that she loved Tommy’s attention. He was always so doting, so loving. Nothing like she’d ever had before. It was a strange thought, she’d found the kindest love she’d always dreamed of in one of the roughest places she’d ever been. Life in the QZ was not as kind as Tommy was, his soft touch was a welcome break from her newfound life.

At first it had been a classic case - I think you’re hot, you think I’m hot, no strings attached. But when do those ever work out? Especially with men like Tommy. Men with gorgeous skin and big brown eyes and soft curls to work your fingers through when he was between your legs. Thinking back, she’s not sure why she ever thought she could let him go.

“Do you have something to say?” She teased. Still standing in the doorway with a grin on her face - the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. She thought the same, she always thought he was beautiful. But especially like this, he was lying down with his arm propped up behind his head, thin sheets draped over his waist - the awful orange light from the makeshift QZ street lights streamed in the window, but somehow, he managed to make it look beautiful. The light making him look like a fucking angel.

“No.” He replied, leaning over to reach for the pack of cigarettes on the bedside table. His gorgeous smirk still lingering on his lips as he placed it between them. She rolls her eyes and slips into the bathroom, the door shutting behind her. Tommy still can’t seem to wipe his giddy grin off his face. Honestly, he’s past the point of telling himself to grow up and be cool. He lost that around her ages ago. She had seen the cool, sauve Tommy facade that he had put on when they first met, and she had seen him as himself - she had seen him for who he is. And she loved both. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve it, but he sure as hell made sure he was making the most of it before she left him. Leaving him was inevitable, he thought. Just like everyone else.

“Shouldn’t you be leaving?” Her angelic voice grasps the evil one in his head by the hair and yanks it completely out of his mind, she always had a way of doing that.

“Why?” He asks, his cigarette now lit, smoke dancing between his lips as he speaks. She hated to admit that she found it hot. “You tryin’ to get rid of me?”

“No,” She giggles. She joined him on the bed, resting on her knees beside him. His hand instinctively goes to rest on her thigh, stroking her warm skin. Although,much to his disappointment, she had slipped on a shirt now. She took the cigarette from his fingers and placed it into her own mouth before she spoke. “I just don’t wanna face the wrath of your brother. You’ve been gone for a while now.”

“He probably knows where to find me.” Tommy said softly, looking up at her as his thumb continued to move slowly back and forth on her inner thigh. Joel knew about the girl across the hall, and he knew how much time Tommy spent with her. If he was really that interested he could come break down the door and see for himself.

She hums, in agreement or quizzically, he’s not sure. She passes the cigarette back to him and gets up again, leaving him in darkness. But as quickly as she left, she returns again with a candle in hand. She lights it, their dim corner of the room now full of beautiful flickering yellow light. Tommy spends so much time with her because when they are together, she brings some light and hope to him. Just like her damn candles. Hope and light he’s not sure he deserves. It’s addicting, being around someone like her. Someone who makes that darkness in his mind disappear.

He knows he can’t have her forever. Although he hopes too. The thought of losing the light that she brings scares the shit out of him. But for now, he pulls her down beside him, they talk for a bit and he holds her until she falls asleep. He doesn’t sleep much, but he doesn’t mind. He waits until the candle she had lit burns out, and eventually he drifts off too.

~

Tommy winces as his bruised fist pounds against the door, his knuckles still throbbing a little. Adrenaline is still running through his veins. He should have gone to Joel. But honestly, he has nothing to say to Joel. Joel always has something to say. He knows that he can always show up at her door, even if he has nothing to say. His world felt pretty fucking dark right now, so what else was he supposed to do?

He hears the locks jingle on the other side of the door, it cracks open slightly, the chain lock at the top still in action and stopping it from opening all the way. He sees her peek through, calmness immediately flooding through him. It’s already dark outside so she probably hadn’t expected him tonight. He looks sheepish as he mumbles a small “Hi, baby.” through the small gap.

She undoes the chain, opening the door all the way. She looks confused, about to ask him what was wrong before her eyes flicker down to his bloodied knuckles. The concern immediately falls from her face, a more stern look taking its place.

“Can I come in?” He asks, his voice is small, like a child who's been told off.

“As long as no one’s gonna follow you.” She said, glancing out into the hallway.

“No one is following me.” He confirms.

“Alright.” She steps out of the way to let him walk in, glancing down the hallway one last time before shutting the door and putting all the locks back in place. Tommy knows she worries, she knows the kind of people he and Joel mix with. Living here was tough, she tries to keep to herself and protect her own peace. She also knew that bringing Tommy into her life put that at risk. And he knew it too.

“Are you okay?“ She asks. He walks over to her small table and drops down into the seat, breathing in deeply.

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

She nods. He doesn’t really know what else to say - he doesn’t need to. He knows she won't ask what happened, she doesn’t want to know. If he wanted to talk, she would listen. But she prefers not to hear about what he gets up too when he isn’t with her. She doesn’t like knowing how he makes his money, how he gets all his cards. She likes to keep their little love bubble clean from his other life.

He watches her as she fills up a bowl of water and roots through a drawer. She comes back over to the table with the bowl and an old first aid kit.

“Give me your hand.” She says, dragging a chair over to sit in front of him. Their knees touching, he wants to reach for her and hug her tightly. But he waits, he lets her lead. He does as she says, placing his hand into hers. She dips a rag into the cold water and presses it to his knuckles, he watches her face as she cleans up his hand. He can tell she is disappointed and it makes him so fucking sad.

When she’s finished, she stands up and says. “Are you hungry? I’ll make you something.”

He shakes his head, he’s still staring at her silently.

“Are you sure? Because I can-“ She stops abruptly when he surges forward and wraps his arms around her waist - he buries his face into her stomach, trying to hide the tears burning the corner of his eyes. He didn’t know why he was crying, she just brought this out in him. The light she brings into him makes him vulnerable, but he didn’t mind. He adored her, he’d cry in front of her every single day if it meant that he got to see her. She sighs, but not in an angry or disappointed way, in the most loving way he’d ever heard - it makes more tears fall from his eyes.

“Oh, Tommy.” She murmurs into his hair, one of her arms wraps around his shoulder, the other digs into his hair. “What is it?” She asks softly.

He takes a few more seconds, holding her tightly. Then he pulls away, his hand staying in place on her waist. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head, “I don’t fucking know. I’m fine, honestly.” He laughs.

She laughs with him, her hands coming up to cradle his face, her thumbs wipe under his eyes.

“You wanna know something?” He asks.

“Sure.” She answers. The soft look of love in her eyes has given him a sudden confidence.

“I, uh, I think I love you.” He breathes out. She takes a few seconds to respond, it makes in fucking nervous.

“You think?” She responds. The smile on her face tells him she's joking, much to his relief.

“No, I do.” He confirms. “I do love you.” He feels like he's confirming it with himself too. His hands are still tightly gripping her waist, an attempt to ground himself.

“You know what?” She smiles. He nods eagerly, urging her to continue. His big brown eyes looked up at her intently. “I think I love you too, Tommy.”

He stands suddenly and kisses her. Kisses her more passionately than he ever has, her hands grip the front of his denim jacket and she laughs against his mouth, breaking the kiss - but he doesn’t mind. Because as usual, the ghosts that floated around inside his head were quiet - her light brightening his mind until all he saw was her. He smiled to himself as he watched her light the candle that sat beside her bed, beckoning him over to the small corner of the room that he liked to call home.

[clonedadplo]

My first real post on Tumblr, I have some Obikin fanfic to sacrifice upon this alter of many fandoms. I still can't believe Ashoka and Anakin are only four years apart and that they gave "I-cant-handle-my-feelings-I'm-hyperventilating-and-I-just-stabbed-someone-Anakin" a padawan at the age of 19. Lord.

I may post this on AO3 if I wind up writing more and can get my bro to edit for me:

Black Right Hand

When Obi-Wan had lost his arm to Count Dooku Anakin had lamented that it hadn't been him. Not because of some self sacrificing urge to protect like his master seemed to feel when he swung his saber across the space in front of him and directly in front of Dooku's saber trajectory. That was what is was though,  only trajectory, the expected path of travel which would have buried the curved red saber directly into Anakin's chest, or now, into Obi-Wan's green one but things often do not travel their expected path and it instead sailed on to the left and severed most of his master's forearm. 

No, at first Anakin had wished he had been the one to lose his arm because Obi-Wan Kenobi was not the kind of man to whom a mechanical limb was conducive. To start he was not all that capable with mechanics, and was absolutely hopeless with electrical engineering. Second he seemed too…human? Too…natural? Anakin could not place a finger on it but neither his master's demeanor nor the soft grace of his soresu saber style seemed to align with having a cybernetic hand. 

However nowadays it served quite well to tie Obi-Wan to him. Anakin needed to service the arm at least every four months (which really isn't asking much if he may say so himself) and in reality much more often as it seemed to be damaged frequently with the rising intensity of the war. The complex wiring and special build he had put in place to prevent anyone tampering with a Jedi High General's primary saber wielding appendage, made it nearly impossible for anyone else to perform any type of upkeep on it. There was more to it than that though. Something about seeing the harsh black mechano limb under the soft beige gauze of Obi-Wan's robes seemed to connect them. To bridge the gap between a serene light filled garden on Coruscant and a brutal storm on Sedesia, drawn in unnaturally by the high gravity, gripping the planet's surface and tearing out the dirt and plants to hide them away in space. Or at least it made them look a bit more like they even belonged on the same Republic Cruiser. 

Time went on  and so did the war, his master had long become comfortable with the arm, given the constant necessity for action there was really no choice. Rex had informed him a few days ago aboard a Venator that a transmission from Cody detailed Obi-Wan's newest damage to his prosthetic and Anakin had been restless ever since awaiting news of their return. At first he had his own mission to busy himself with but after returning to the temple yesterday the nerves began to surface again. 

Nonetheless Obi-Wan should be arriving back soon enough, Anakin had felt him reenter the same sector of space recently and he decided he should actually wash up today. He stepped into the sanisteam and considered maybe he'd even give snips the day off, there was hardly a point in training since they'd be deployed again in less than two days.

Yeah maybe today would be a good day for once.

Ashoka had assured a disheveled, grimey, and exhausted master Kenobi that if her master was actually taking his once monthly shower there was no need to wait on him to treat the shorn open finger joint. She could handle it and he'd be off to bed in no time, however barely into popping open the top panel to connect the diagnostic tool the sounds of steam vents shut off and her master came leaning out of his room in record time, robes tied sloppily and hair still askew. The expression on his face could only be described as absolutely scandalized as he stared at her. She fiddled with the code reader and Obi-Wan continued his lackadaisical commentary on their latest mission. 

She continued the ruse of swapping stories with her grandmaster when in reality she could only feel the burning stare of her master deciding whether she was capable enough to do the work at hand. Or on hand. On the hand? Either way the scrutiny was burdensome and eventually Obi-Wan coughed mid sentence apparently having reached the limit of ignoring his troublesome Padawan.

"Really Anakin are you going to stand there and stare at her all morning or did you intend to come out and join us at some point?" Anakin's head whipped to the side as if he had been so solely focused on Obi-Wan's arm he had forgotten the man himself was there watching him lean out of his quarters, poorly dressed and ogling. Anakin ducked back into his room shamefaced and emerged again a few minutes later, robes straightened, and unruly waves combed. 

After giving a curt good morning to them both he proceeded to storm out the door without awaiting further interaction. Ashoka shrugged and supplied "We must be out of caf. Master is always in a bad mood without his morning caf."

Obi-Wan seemed placated by this and snorted in shared humor. "Indeed. It seems he hasn't changed in that respect." 

As the Torgrutan got into actual repairs she began to notice a rather unnecessary amount of gold plating within the actual arm, she looked at the black durasteel and its gold accent rings in question and couldn't resist the urge to ask 

"Master Kenobi aren't your robes brown? I know once the war started you started wearing the same black body glove as your troopers under your armor but you don't even wear any other black, did you choose this colour? Surely you could have gotten tan or even skin coloured durasteel?"

Obi-wan just flashed her with a light laugh tilting his head in curiosity like he had never even considered this.

"Only you would deign to consider fashion choices in a war little Padawan. I hardly think it's important, but after we returned to Corusant from the battle on Genosis, Anakin told the Meddroids that he would take care of securing me an appropriate prosthetic for a Jedi. Lord knows where he found it but it works quite well, I don't see why the colour would be an issue."

Ashoka stared into the many tightly bunched groups of minute wires then braided together into larger cords, not only a sign of her master's handiwork but a sign it was a project of interest or a craft of care and not yet another downed fighter's electrical system fixed on the fly in some ungodly weather system of yet another nameless outer-rim hellscape. Her eyes finally focused on the spot she had been oh-so carefully avoiding with her screwdriver,  the unique lithographic design that had to be required to print the one of a kind chip serving as a central processor for the hand. As expected at this point, she also found the small, so so small, miniscule spiky huttese A.S. adorning the corner of the chip. The same A.S. she had seen inside C3-P0, R2-D2, various gadgets and the internal kyber crystal housing of her own first lightsaber. She had asked about it one day while she maintenanced artooie, not knowing huttese or why the strange markings on his main two processors matched the inside of her saber.

"Well snips the housing of a light saber is pretty simple but I designed it myself, and I signed it as uhh...I guess a gesture."

A show of affection was left unspoken, this conversation had taken place before they had both slowly began noticing their own individual crawls past the line of Jedi ordership and into the the soggy swamp of confused human with handfuls of friends, a thing strictly forbidden for them. They left that unspoken too though.

"And the signature inside R2?" She had asked, intrigue overwriting the warm but awkward turn of the conversation.

Anakin chuckled in response, "Well I sure do appreciate R2 but no that's...that's an engineer's signature. Fine work like that gets signed." He touted, rocking back on his heels with a satisfied hum.

Ashoka rolled her eyes and went back to tightening tiny oil slick screws, curosity sated.

Now she looked down into the arm's delicately designed inner working and thought this signature probably covered both. And maybe some other third thing if she was foolish enough to stop and consider the implications of her master signing the inside of another living being's arm.

Obi-Wan noticed her long pause and vacant gaze and cleared his throat in concern.

"Uhm, I know all of Anakin's tinkering in there seems to have made it nearly unserviceable by anyone else. If you're not comfortable I can simply wait until he returns."

Ashoka was pulled out of her pondering with a start. "What? Oh no I- Uh well actually that would probably be...." That would probably be for the best she finished in her mind. She should close up this black and gold, hand engraved arm, pretend she was not privvy to her master's design quirks and never lay her fingers or tools on it again. Unfortunately much like Skywalker she loved doing exactly what she shouldn't do.

"That probably won't be necessary. I've seen all my masters strange design choices a hundred times, I can fix you up." Design she said with emphasis. Not just wiring, not just alterations, design you blind Jedi.

"Okay then I leave myself in your capable hands Padawan Tano." Obi-Wan said this with a puckish smile like they were playing a game of dejarik she was about to win not flaying opened his prosthetic arm.

She shook her montrals and set about the slow work of divesting the exposed length of arm of the hundreds of wires blocking her path higher until she could safely remove the outer casing of the hand. 

Obi-Wan squirmed as she individually disconnected wire after wire, not daring to risk disturbing her master's painstaking work by pulling out an entire bundle at once. A bit of discomfort seemed reasonable, the power could not simply be switched off for safety reasons but she had started with the bundle that would disconnect the arm's reception of impulses from Obi-Wan's remaining flesh limb and in turn sever feedback to her grandmaster's nervous system. As she began on the next bundle, Obi-Wan continued fidgeting, leg bumping and shoulders twitching despite the lack of sensory feedback as she worked.

"Uncomfortable master Kenobi?" She inquired suppressing a grin.

"No!" Obi-Wan responded quickly, eyes jerking up from his arm, seemingly unaware he was fidgeting in the first place. "It's just I suppose I never thought about it but I've never really been paying attention while someone works on my arm." 

Ashoka lifted a dubious eyebrow as he went on, now wearing an expression certainly closer to embarrassment than any she had seen on him before. "It seems everytime Anakin has serviced it we are either aboard a GAR ship or inside some makeshift tent shelter and I'm either too busy with battle plans or speaking with our troops to take notice of my arm. Or…." Obi-Wan faltered now looking into his cup of tea and down at his robes still dirty from his most recent mission because commander Cody had insisted that he needed to get his arm fixed before taking rest. He had failed to mention that this implied Obi-Wan could not shower and change because they both knew he would fall asleep the minute he was clean but had wordlessly accompanied him through the temple, past the call of his own refresher equipped with a real shower (no sanisteam thank you) and taken his leave with a parting salute only when he was sure someone would be looking after his general.

Ashoka waited until her patience gave way and prompted him on, "Oooor?" she was finished disconnecting and parting all the wires at this point and was too focused on the intricate, blind work of seeking out all the internal latches that would remove the hand casing to give notice to Obi-Wan's tight lipped uncomfortable expression 

"Or, I…I fall asleep." Ashoka looked up attempting to process then immediately resettled her efforts on attempting not to laugh. 

"Every time. Like without fail? You're either riding a battle high or passed out on the table while Skyguy sticks tools in your arm?" Ashoka tried her best to keep from chortling but her wording betrayed her amusement quite clearly regardless.

Ever patient, Obi-Wan simply shrugged his unfettered shoulder and smiled sheepishly,

"I suppose I really am an old man as you two insist. I must find any engineering beyond servicing the fleet fighters on missions so foreign it truly puts me to sleep."

Ashoka's head swam in disbelief as she prodded the first of six internal clips. More like you're being force suggested to sleep! She decided against sharing this rather unnerving deduction and settled on mumbling, "Master you have Crys work on the ships when me and Anakin aren't around." 

Obi-Wan gave a warm rich laugh and shifted into a more comfortable position to watch her work, chin propped on his other arm peering down at her poking and praying, still twitching occasionally despite the lack of sensation.

The door slid open with a whoosh of air and Anakin entered looking as stormy as when he left. Obi-Wan tilted his head up and flashed him a smile before looking back down to the sight of his now uncased hand, one finger separated and lying on the table as Ashoka replaced the joints. 

Her master bustled into the small cooking space of the main living area and began preparing a cup of caf and a cup of tea. So, not out then.

While her master seemed content to silently stifle them all with his brooding force signature Ashoka was ready to show him exactly why she had forged on in this endeavor despite invoking her master's ire.

"You know master, this is some truly lovely and unique craftsmanship." Ashoka spoke loudly enough he could not pretend not to hear her without looking up. Anakin stilled in the kitchenette, the clinking of his spoon now stilled.

"It's a shame master Kenobi is never awake to admire it. Especially since so much of it was especially handmade." Ashoka went on, smirking to herself as she felt her master's force signature first contort then disappear entirely, hidden the moment it wasn't being purposely projected. 

Obi-Wan tilted his head in curiosity, looking up at the brooding man child in a few feet away.

"It's not…it's not all that special, just some alterations on the tried and true designs. Not really Obi-Wan's area of interest is it?" This was probably stated with enough humility to make Obi-Wan suspicious alone but he accepted it with a hum and Ashoka assumed he was probably too tired from a long deployment to probe deeper into the line of questioning.

Anakin's voice in her head came in a hissing rasp,

"We will speak about this later padawan, stop trying to scare Obi-Wan over his prosthetic before he gets rest."

At the same time Obi-Wan's rich level timbre reached her ears from the outside,

"Well whatever alterations you did they work wonderfully so I'm very grateful to you Anakin, I don't-" Obi-Wan's voice was cut off with a yawn before he shook his head to clear it, "Oh excuse me, haven't had a good night's rest in days." 

Ashoka answered both at once using full focus to gather all the parts she needed to go weld, answer her master through their training bond, and answer Obi-Wan.

"I hardly think general Kenobi is the one I'm scaring master." 

"That's okay master I'll be done soon I just need to go weld these finger pieces back together, we've got the tools lying about somewhere but I don't want to burn the table." 

Anakin stepped over and snatched the twisted handkerchief of parts out of her hands. "That's alright snips, I've got a micro torch I'll fix it." He walked into his room only to return with a metal plate and torch and set about the repairs without waiting for anyone in the room to respond.

Obi-Wan shook his head and leaned conspiratorially in towards Ashoka, "To tell you the truth I think he's just possessive of his handiwork. He was like that with the speeders he used to build too. Doesn't like anyone else working on them."  

Ashoka put a hand on her hip and nudged a montral behind her back with a shoulder, "Right. His handiwork." Anakin flashed his eyes up at her but continued working in silence.

Sometimes Ashoka remembers her master is still only a petulant twenty year old.

Gif Credit to: @obiwanobi (Ashoka) @gffa (the other two)

[max-nexus]

KGTAC Analysis Pages 2120-2228: The Ultimate Analysis of Ultimate Destiny

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Welcome to the world's most delayed analysis post ever! Sorry about how long it took, i got busy for a while there. It won't clear up for a bit (Future note: It has somewhat, that's the reason why this came out THIS LATE) but I'll talk about that at the end of this analysis. Also, I'll begin to refer to the original Home-Skillet as Home-Skillet BETA because KGTAC Act 2 has had it's title drop. Like it was so late that my previous draft before uploading went up to 2070, my reason for not updating is College. (Future Note: Another thing is that some of these notes here are from when the pages originally updated, I'll include notes on if i got something wrong in those old ones.)

2120: I was right! Though i still think there needs to be a handle on the sliding door... Wait, is that a couch in the pool?

KGTAC PAGE 2121

2121: Well i had the right idea of the arrangement. Also… Does he have a second pool? I don't think his window would be facing towards the pool. Like unless I've completely misunderstood the angle Fred's room is at. This ain't right. Here are some more images to get my point across. Though i could be misunderstanding things. Due to this line in page 2098 "You continue forward until you take a LEFT (camera's right) at the end of the hallway." This says that he takes a right. Either way this makes no sense. BOTH IMAGES IN ORDER

KGTAC PAGE 2125

2125: Well, i guess he will never find out WHATS IN THE BOX! Although, it doesn't prevent someone else from finding it.

KGTAC PAGE 2126

2126: Wait, did Fred actually go to Easter Island? I kinda just noticed the portrait. 2127: I think this is Sour-Carbonation (Ana Hepburn) Since they use the same color. Its neat that they're using numbers, as they're on the phone (or in this case, the fax machine) (future note: i probably would've put in an image if i got this out ages ago, but since this came out so late, Ana Hepburn got introduced, so everyone reading this already knows who she is, and thus an image is pointless.) 2128: I wonder what's in the package? It's probably SBURB, that's what she gave in the original 2130: Huh, still in shadow. I think the game is probably in the box (due to the fact it'd be weird to mail a game in an envelope, not much packaging to protect it), but i wonder whats in the envelope. It's truly a mystery. (It was in the envelope)

KGTAC PAGE 2134

2134: YESSSS, FLOPPY-DECK BEING USED IN THE PLOT 2135: LETS GO!!!!…. Wait Fred! you need floppy disks!, you need to grab those too! At best that floppy-disk in there is empty. 2136: Nice, He got the floppy(Future note)... I wonder if he could copy items. Y'know like put an item on the FLOPPY DECK to put it in a floppy disk, put the floppy disk in the computer, copy it onto the computer, and copy that stuff onto another floppy. Breaking the law by copyin that floppy and learning a real life duplication glitch.

Image uses frame from KGTAC PAGE 2139

2148: YOU DON'T NEED A KNIFE FOR VANILLA ENVELOPES, EVERY ONE OF THOSE I'VE SEEN CAN BE OPENED BY HAND!!!! 2152: The plan is joever… What, you expected an in-depth analysis of the previous panels. I did too to be honest but everything there was fairly straightforward, nothing cool to point out. I'm honestly a bit surprised. I was looking for it, the best we got was a UPSIDE DOWN FLOPPY DECK!!!

KGTAC PAGE 2141

2158: Neat, Sburb! Published or made by Sky'Acom. Interesting that its not Skaianet, i wonder if this will mean something in the future. 2159: Neato, It also just came to mind that Fred over here never used a computer before so i can't wait for wacky Sburb Shenanigans, especially if no one else really struggles with the controls.

KGTAC Page 2160

2160: OOF, i was so wrong. It's not a copy of PHOTOCHAT, it's theme park... whatever that is... What the hell is "awesome suicide sequence" supposed to mean 2163: Huh, this implies that a family member of his owns GAME BRO, or he himself does. 2167: So.. that was the Intro Flash, fairly different from the original H-S Intro flash, (Future writings) Like it goes for a Normal homestuck-esque logo at the end, meanwhile in the original it was a fake out for the real logo.

H-S BETA PAGE 70 (end frame)

Honestly there's a lot to the original one, sadly there isn't much else to talk about here as its all fairly different but in ways that's more valuable as an interesting comparison between the two versions of Home-Skillet and not for theorizing about what happens next. I guess since i don't think i ever mentioned it. but Home-Skillet Beta Fred has a non-Sylladex inventory system until the author decided to just give Fred a Sylladex. This is very much unlike KGTAC Fred who just... grabs things... some mind bending stuff here i know. Maybe I'll talk about it in the future when there's more to KGTAC H-S, Like when it gets fully past the H-S Beta in terms of content.

ALSO A PIECE OF H-S BETA PAGE 70

2168: ITS HER (also future note, we didn't go instantly to Ana in H-S Beta)

2169: The name gag here is different, also H-S Beta's name gag is similar to Rose's name gag.

H-S BETA PAGE 176

KGTAC PAGE 2169

2170: Nice (i was right)

H-S BETA PAGE 178

KGTAC PAGE 2171

So yeah these rooms are fairly different. The H-S Beta one was very Rose reminiscent, down to the window. I guess to note whats the same we have

The heater

Books under the bed

The bed itself is the same design wise

a general "clown" theme

Honestly i don't have much to say with this room at the moment... The KGTAC version has a big YELLOW SUBMARINE PLUSHIE. Home-Skillet Beta Ana has 2 SBURB Posters and what appears to be a COMMODORE 64 floppy disk drive next to her laptop COMPARED TO G64 FROM GAME DEV TYCOON

I'm using the Game Dev Tycoon one since it gets the point across, and because i thought they looked kinda similar. But yeah... There isn't that much to talk about here beyond this.

GENERAL ANA COMPARISON: I used two panels to compare Ana's sprites from H-S Beta to KGTAC H-S It's so similar i thought they were the same, I had to overlay the two to notice the head is slightly different. (I used XOR on the KGTAC one and overlayed it on the H-S Beta one) The white pixels on Ana are the differences... I wonder why its so similar when Fred got a more notable coat of paint. y'know like slightly different pockets, belt is a few pixels different, etc. where you can tell it was redone a bit, meanwhile it looks like Ana at best got a slightly different head, with everything else being lifted from the original. I'm not judging, I'm just curious as to why its only the head that's different.

KGTAC ANA COMPARED TO HOME-SKILLET BETA ANA

2174: Neat, she still has a bubble deck

KGTAC PAGE 2181

2181: Cool (Just putting this here, i do like this a lot.)

H-S BETA PAGE 184

KGTAC PAGE 2182

2182: Savor this Folks! We got a nice comparison between H-S Beta and KGTAC H-S, We won't know when we'll run out of comparisons til we do. But for actual notes, Its interesting "The Theories Of The Strange" is the same book from H-S Beta, The difference in color is probably more so because of a filter being applied to darken things. on Commander and Sharks, the narration is notably different, The yellow alien used to be called Viola but is now Jacello. The green one used to be called Shark but is now Leonardo Travesty They also weren't Chefs, instead they went around the universe eating new "lifeforms" The closest things to being chefs was making food. In the KGTAC H-S Panel, the yellow text says "From the Edge(s?) of the Universe, the finest silicone based chefs share their secrets" (Wait A MINUTE, I JUST REALIZED "Commanders and Sharks" is a reference to "Commander Cello" and "Sharkalien") 2193: Wow, this is different 2194: Yeah, totally different. It was much bigger in H-S Beta. Like there's nothing here that's shared. Even the portrait is different, like look, that clown is at a different angle.

H-S BETA PAGE 236

KGTAC PAGE 2194

2201: Huh, i wonder why Ana has a keyboard here, In Home-Skillet she played a Saxophone, Here's the flash of that here.

HOME-SKILLET BETA PAGE 193 (FLASH)

2203: … huh 2211: OH! i actually have something to talk about there, something like this happened in the Home-Skillet Beta, but instead it was done by Fred to enter the basement of his house (which we have not heard of in KGTAC Home-Skillet, maybe its that mystery door?)

H-S BETA PAGE 94

KGTAC PAGE 2211

Extra Notes: I forgot Edmond existed. Edmond didn't do anything (since they're dead.) They also weren't prototyped so they never got to do anything, Instead it was a clown in a Birthday hat

HOME-SKILLET BETA PAGE 159 (FLASH)

Also Here is the Page 70 flash on YouTube for easy viewing if you're interested, all of these videos are unlisted since I didn't create Home-Skillet and it doesn't feel right to make them public. Only really putting them here since it shares some relevance with what I'm talking about here and well i haven't gotten any complaints so far.

HOME-SKILLET BETA PAGE 70 (FLASH)

Apologies for how late this analysis was, It wasn't THAT difficult to make this, its just that i didn't have much time due to starting college and being a bit overloaded with classes. Which meant what free time i had i used to game and read instead of hobbies like the analysis. (Like yeah... I had up to Fred's house part of the analysis done like 6 weeks before posting this... I just got the free time to finish this up recently and also that apology for how late it was was written around that same time.... So Yeah!)

What next for the analysis posts: I still want to make these, This post took many hours to make, Probably over 12 hours total (i should probably start keeping track of the time here) Like my final edit here was about 6 hours which was adding new things i noticed, all the flashes, the ending, clearing up anything vague, and fixing minor grammatical errors. I'm just imagining how long this would've taken if the author didn't take a break. I'll still keep making these, but yeah, These posts are definitely going to be rarer as i don't have a summer break's worth of time and due to the way these analysis posts work. (I talk about every page with anything to note, doing multiple re-reads of relevant sections, and generally looking around both fanventures.)

Whats next for my blog: It'll go back to normal with my reblogs, i sorta didn't want to reblog anything until this update came out so i can explain everything here. Hopefully no one here minds that since i have interests outside of KGTAC and Homestuck. (and even then, i didn't reblog Homestuck stuff, since i wanted to explain things first in an update)

Well I hope you all enjoyed the end of this analysis, I did my best to try and keep this as polished as usual. For some final thoughts, THE BOX is probably going to show up later as a Chekhov's gun sort of thing. another thing, WHATS IN THE PACKAGE!?!?! No, seriously, I've got no clue what it could be, it could be a sylladex, but that's sorta a big box, maybe a SYLLADEX STARTER SET (alliteration my beloved) would make sense in the box, we might get more hints later. Outside of theorizing, i do kinda miss the flash files. With flash files, i can grab assets out of them, which can be useful for seeing things you otherwise wouldn't, higher quality assets, and for asset ripping. You can't really do that with a video. Yet another thing to note is that the Act-Act structure for ACT 2 of KGTAC might be rolls, as that's how it was in Home-Skillet Beta (And yes, KGTAC does have ACT ACTS, in Act 1 it was END OF DAY X). Well anyways, if anyone has any questions, theories, or noticed i missed something, I'd like to hear em.

[duckyfruitbat]

GamerGate II Broke Me

Do y'all remember how I decided to cover a bit of GamerGate 2.0 a couple months ago? Well since then I decided to keep some tabs on it for a future post like this one and I gotta say, this is one of the most bullshit stories I've decided to cover. I am officially done with this, I cannot continue with this. With that said, please observe my descent into madness.

I already pointed out how the Sweet Baby Inc portion was built on a cardboard foundation on the beach, but the rest of it is just throwing the cardboard into the ocean and skipping the construction part. I can't help but remember how the first GamerGate had this elaborate plan to distract from the real reason behind it by causing so much confusion around ethics in games journalism. The current GamerGate originally was some wild conspiracy involving DEI and the absolute power a consulting firm somehow had in game development. That's what I originally found with the previous post, then I made the mistake of continuing.

Now here we are a few months later and I was wading through the muck waist deep when I was constantly came upon a term that eventually sparked this post, safe horny. This is a mainstream term in this movement and is used a lot by big names complaining about Sweet Baby Inc. I of course tried to look it up, decided to check the Urban dictionary because that seemed appropriate. I got the most politically charged definition I could ever find that was alt-right word salad, so maybe Urban Dictionary isn't the best place to go. I did get a small snippet of it meaning having a characters sexual appeal toned down, so I got something from it. The website then proceeded to link to some anti-semetic terms. Hey Urban Dictionary, what the fuck?!

After that roller coaster ride, I then started looking through the posts that sincerely use it to try and get a more concrete meaning through examples. Those examples included Aphrodite from Hades II, Lady Dimitrescu, and Purah's design from Tears of The Kingdom. That last one was in a post that called it a downgrade from her previous design. I pray that they meant from her design in Age of Calamity. Wait hang on, the 9 foot tall dommy mommy vampire lady with massive knockers is safe horny?! She is violent horny if anything.

Moving on examples that were against safe horny were Laura Croft's original design with her pyramid breasts, the Stellar Blade character before she was given a tight one piece swim suit as an optional cosmetic, and Aphrodite's design in Hades I. Comparing the examples told me nothing, I was thinking that safe horny meant conventional beauty, but the examples they liked were also pretty conventional. It wasn't even toned down designs at this point, that idea flew out the window a long time ago. The Aphrodite example was still pretty conventional and had her tits our, both in fact. Oh yeah, they also swapped the Aphrodite designs, so by their logic she had an upgrade in design.

I was at a loss as to what these men were complaining about, but then I found examples outside of gaming that they liked. Anime girls, just stereotypical anime girls, a lot of which were underage. Anime girls who are boobily boobing with an appointment for a chiropractor while wearing scotch tape in place of a bra. These are just men who are upset that they can't get off just by playing games anymore. While I began having this revelation I came across a new name for GamerGate II that perfectly described what was actually happening.

I don't remember who posted it, but it was absolutely perfect in conveying the fact that it really is just men complaining about women not being hot enough. I propose that we all call this GoonerGate. This name gives this movement all the respect it deserves while also telling you what it's actually about. I was wading waist deep in this sticky bog with suspiciously white water wondering what this is all about only to find out that it was just about porn. Porn that fell under very specific tags. I dedicated months of my life keeping tabs on this only to realize it was a bunch horny on main lonely men with the same fetish trying to justify themselves asking for more porn through a conspiracy theory about inclusion. Sweet Baby is just here out of convenience, they were caught in the crossfire of this bukkake session dressed up as a political movement.

For a moment I need to be real with y'all. As you may know I went to journalism school, I was trained for a newsroom environment with the idea of breaking news stories and any bigger stories taken throughout the week. The GoonerGate crowd would complain about how this is not being covered in a serious light, but here's the thing. If this came across my desk in a newsroom to fill out time slots or space on a paper, it would be thrown out. If I brought this to the editor, I'd be told I was wasting precious time. If I brought this to John Oliver for a five minute segment, he'd spend twenty minutes roasting me in front of everyone. I'm only sharing this here because of how frustrating it is to go through all this only to find out that the real treasure was the porn we found along the way. Game journalists aren't taking it seriously because it's just not, and I should've followed their lead.

When I mentally labeled this as GoonerGate, I was about to throw out this whole post, the original was just me trying to figure out the new terms and building up the conspiracy board, I still don't know what the hell safe horny is except for the vague idea that it might mean legally safe at this point. I joked about how flimsy the foundation is, but really this is nothing. This is a movement built on nothing to serve a purpose that was already being fulfilled elsewhere on the internet. Any amount of time I spent researching this was wasted. Nothing left to do but attach the label and unplug. This will be my last post on this subject, it's just not worth it anymore.

Don't worry, next post will be much more lighthearted for my own sake.

[canarias-stuff]

Gojo Satoru X F!Reader + Megumi and Tsumiki!

Hi!!! Here I’m posting an oneshot that I wrote a while ago, and that I also published in AO3 as Mistsukis2!^^

I hope that you like it!^^

Bonds

"Being a family wasn’t about just sharing the same blood. Being a family was about trust and love, being a family was about bonds, and she was convinced that they share that."

Ever since Satoru “adopted” the Fushiguro's siblings, Tsumiki and Megumi, (f/n) usually went to their apartment to cook and make some company. Tsumiki was an extroverted girl, always smiling, while Megumi was a bit shy and more serious taking into account his age, but (f/n) fell in love with the kids, they were just too cute!

But in the last days, something was bothering the seven years old boy, and if she could see the distress through his stoic expression, this was probably serious.

"Megumi, are you okay?" She asked one day, sitting on the sofa, across from the child and putting some sweets on the table.

"...yeah…" The boy replied, never looking at her. He was obviously lying.

"You know that you can tell everything, right?"

“...”

“Would you...prefer that I call Satoru…?” Okay, that was a low blow, but what could she do?! She was really concerned!

“No!” Megumi said immediately. “Don’t call him! I don’t want him making fun of me again!”

Woah...Satoru was kind of hated…? Then again, (f/n) couldn’t blame the kid, her boyfriend was a real bastard even when he was talking with a child.

“Okay, I won’t call him.” The (l/n) said. “But, if something or someone is bothering you, please tell me, Megumi.”

“Gojo-sensei is the one who is always bothering me.”

“...I know, but he is an idiot, so don’t mind him.”

“...and...there’s one more thing…”

“You can tell me.”

And then, Megumi’s cheeks became red. So cute , (f/n) thought, while waiting for Megumi to formulate a sentence.

“...next week...the school is going to have a teacher and parents meeting…”

Oh…

But now that she pondered about it, in the last two years, both, Tsumiki and Megumi never said a word about this type of event...what happened before? Did Satoru go to the meetings? No...if he went there, he sure would have said something about it, and usually, Satoru was too busy being a special grade sorcerer...so...does it mean that in the last two years no one was present in the meetings?

“Megumi…” Interrupted the girl, now she was really worried. “Why did you and Tsumiki never said a word about the teacher and parents meeting?”

“You are busy…” Megumi replied, taking one of the sweets. “Tsumiki  and I think that we shouldn’t trouble you…”

“Gosh...you two really are mature for your age.”(F/n) murmured, even so she smiled, the siblings were just concerned with her and Satoru after all. “Hear me out Megumi, you would never trouble either of us, okay? You are like a family for me! You don't need to be worried about this, okay?"

Megumi’s eyes still didn’t look at her, but he nodded while blushing hard then before.

“So...should I go?” Asked the girl smiling, that sentence finally made the boy look at her. “To the teacher and parents meeting?”

“...Would you?” Megumi asked shyly.

“Of course!” (F/n) replied. “And I need to ask Tsumiki when hers will be held too.”

The little boy smiled, and (f/n) was a bit relieved now.

…

“A teacher and parents meeting?”

“Yes. It's next week.”

Later that night, after Tsumiki and Megumi went to bed, (f/n) called Satoru who was currently on a mission. Now that both graduated Jujutsu Tech as special grades sorcerers, they were busy going on trips all around Japan and sometimes in another country, but since (f/n) was concerned about the Fushiguro’s kids, Satoru always tried to get her missions as well, so she could spend more time with the siblings.

“And you are going.” Said Satoru on the other side of the line.

“Yep!” (F/n) replied. “Something was really bothering Megumi! He never brought it up until now, so something must have happened!”

“Now you really sound like a mother, sweetheart!” Gojo laughed. “Megumi is really lucky!”

“Oh, shut up Satoru! Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me!” The girl hissed, her cheeks blushing. “I’m more like a big sister, okay!”

“Right~~~”

“One more thing.”

“Tell me.”

“Megumi said that you can’t come.”

“What?! Why?! I supposed to be his guardian! And am I not like a father figure?!”

“No...I think that he kind of hates you.” The girl said, smirking.

“Haaaa?! Why?!”

“Are you really asking why?”

“Of course! I am a great guardian!”

“No, you're not. First because you really are a dick! Who the hell tries to tell a four, almost five years old kid who killed his father?!”

“Well, I didn’t do it.”

“Because he interrupted you!”

“Who cares!”

“I care!” (F/n) said. “And second, you annoy everyone all the time.”

“Because it's fun!”

“Just for you. But anyway, don’t show up.”

“But!”

“Satoru, I said no!”

“You’re horrible! Why do I love you again?”

“I should be the one asking that.”

“See? Horrible.”

(F/n) laughed.

…

“...you shouldn't have come...Megumi is going to be so angry..." Signed (f/n) walking on the grounds of the school that the Fushiguro’s kids attend.

"But Tsumiki's meeting is going to happen while you're at Megumi's, right?" Replied Satoru grinning. "And since you can't be in two places at the same time, here I am."

The girl rolled her eyes, and ignored his last comment. Of course she couldn’t be in two places at the same time, but she could request to talk to Tsumiki’s teacher after Megumi’s meeting, then again, even if she asked for this, Satoru would tag along as well.

Gojo returned to their shared apartment last night, she wasn’t expecting him to come back, at least not until next week, but after hearing about the teacher and parents meeting, he stopped lazing around, and actually worked properly, which made him come back earlier.

"I still can’t believe that you finished your mission earlier! You even wrote the report! And you never write your reports!”

“Well...I wouldn't lose this meeting now that I know that they have one~”

“You are their legal guardian, you should know that this type of event exists.”

“Now I know~.”

“Okay, okay.” She said. “But don’t do or say something stupid!”

“Like?”

“Something like ‘Hello, my name is Gojo Satoru, and I’m Tsumiki and Megumi’s guardian because I killed their father, who sold his own son to the Zen’in clan’.”

“I wouldn't say that!” The white haired man said, trying to defend himself.

“You said something similar to Megumi when you first met him.” (F/n) said, arching an eyebrow.

“Okay...maybe, and just maybe I would say something in those lines…” Gojo admitted.

"Exactly."

“And when are you going to stop using this as an exemple?”

“Hum...probably never, too good of an exemple” The (l/n) replied, while looking around. “Well, I’m going that way.” She said pointing to her left. “And you should go the other way, Tsumiki classroom is on the opposite side of the hall.”

“Got it~.”Satoru said, kissing her cheek, which made her blush. “See you later honey~. Megumi is waiting for his mom~.”

“Gosh…” She said, face flushing.

…

“Aren’t you young?” Asked one of the women in the classroom. “Are you really a mother?”

(F/n) smiled. Since the moment that she stepped in the room, some mothers came at her, asking questions like that one. Now, she was kind of just repeating her answers.

“No, I’m not a mother. My boyfriend is the legal guardian of one of the students here, but since he is in another meeting, I came to help him.” Well, she was here because she wanted to be here, but since explaining everything was difficult, she would just simplify the facts.

“Oh...so young and so responsible.” Said the older woman smiling. “But I know how you feel. I’m here for my granddaughter, since her father couldn’t come today.”

“What a pity...”

“Yeah...my son loves this kind of event, but he had an emergency at work today and asked me to come and replace him.”

“But your granddaughter will be happy that someone showed up.” (F/n) said. “Well, at least I would.”

The older woman laughed.

“Thank you…?” The older one drifted off, asking a silent question.

“(F/n), (L/n) (F/n).”

“Thank you (l/n)-san.” The woman completed. “My name is Mashiro Yuriko, hope that we can see each other in the next meetings too.”

“Me too, Mashiro-san.”

Mashiro smiled and walked away, leaving the younger girl alone again. The homeroom teacher still hadn’t shown, and the parents present there were talking with each other, while others were sitting at the chairs and using their cellphones.

Well...she should sit now and wait, right? Maybe the teacher had some urgent matter to attend and now was late, (f/n) could understand that, since her old teacher Masamichi Yaga sometimes ran late thanks to a last minute meeting with the ‘old men’ like Satoru refers to them.

However, at the moment that she decided to do it, the (l/n) heard some children's voices at the classroom entrance.

"It's her.”

“Her? That girl?”

“But she is too young!”

“Shhhhh, she will hear you!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I heard her and a the sunglass guy saying the Fushiguro’s names.”

Okay...that’s strange , she thought, looking at the door. The children who were peeking inside the room immediately hid. One boy and one girl, what were they doing?

“Did she see us?”

“I don’t know.”

“You should ask her.”

“No way!”

“But I want to know for sure!”

“Then you go!”

“But I don’t want to do it!”

“What are you doing?” Asked (f/n) approaching the kids.

“Agh!” The kids shouted, cowering away from her.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The sorceress apologized. “How can I help you?”

The kids looked at each other, like if they were pondering, and seconds later the boy asked.

“Are you really Fushiguro’s mom?”

“...Eh…?” Now she was dumbfold. What the hell was that question?

“None of Fushiguro’s parents came to the other meetings.” He continued, not even realizing that the older girl was slightly taken aback. “And when we asked why...he said that everyone was busy.”

Well...it’s not a lie, but it’s not entirely true either since Megumi or Tsumiki never said a word about the meetings, (f/n) thought, but even though she put the fault on Gojo, she never thought about it too, so she was as guilty as her boyfriend.

“And the other day, we asked if this time his parents would come today.” Continued the boy.

“And Megumi-kun said that he didn’t know.” The only girl said. “But he…” She pointed at the boy. “...heard you talking to a tall man wearing sunglasses, and he said that you are Megumi-kun’s mother. We...were just curious…Are you really his mom?” Asked the girl. “You are soooo young!”

And then, (f/n) finally understood why Megumi was bothered about this meeting this time. Other children were asking why his parents never came to a teacher and parents meeting, why neither his mother or father could come, and even if the black haired boy was mature enough for his age, he was still a child. Of course he would be bothered if people continued to ask him about his family.

Seeing everyone's family showing up to the event, and no one of your own family there...that was just...sad. But what could he say? His biological parents disappeared (one of them was actually dead), and his legal guardian is a sorcerer who is really busy. Megumi just kept his sadness to himself, probably even Tsumiki kept some things to herself.

That's why he was happy when I said that I would come this time. That’s why he didn’t correct his classmates about who would (probably) come at this meeting. That's why he didn’t say that the one coming was his guardian’s girlfriend, and not his real mother.

“Miss…?” Called the girl, making (f/n) snap from her thoughts.

“Oh...sorry, I was just thinking about something.” (L/n) replied smiling. “What is your name again?”

“Mashiro Kyouko. And his name is Ichinose Hiro.”

Mashiro? She is probably that woman's granddaughter.

“Well, Kyouko-chan, Hiro-kun...to tell the truth…” (F/n) started, but then, her (e/c) eyes saw Megumi turning around the hall.

He was surprised, she could tell. His black eyes were shining, his cheeks pink, and the corner of his lips slight up. He was surprised and...happy. Someone that he considered his family was there for him.

“...to tell the truth…”Repeated (f/n) smiling, looking at the children in front of her, before whispering something that only those two could hear.

“Really?!” Both exclamed.

“Yes, really.”

“Oh! Let’s go Hiro-kun! We need to tell everyone the news!”

Suddenly both kids were running away and (f/n) just laughed, kids were really cute.

“What were you talking about with Mashiro and Ichinose?”

(F/n) (e/c) eyes found Megumi’s black eyes, and the girl wondered when did the boy approached her, but then again, he always was the silent type, no wonder that she didn’t hear him coming at her.

“Just presenting myself.” The (l/n) replied.

“Presenting?”

“Yes.” She said, and then smiled at the boy, who arched an eyebrow. “I said that I’m your mom.”

(F/n) could just laugh at the kid's red face.

Being a family wasn’t about just sharing the same blood. Being a family was about trust and love, being a family was about bonds, and she was convinced that they share that.

“...Can I call you...mom?” The boy asked suddenly, even if his face was as red as a tomato, he was looking at (f/n). For some reason, he wanted to call his guardian girlfriend’s like that.

“Of course Megumi dear.”

“...Don’t tell Gojo-sensei though.”

“...why…?”

“I don’t want to call him daddy .”

(F/n) started laughing again.

Epilogue

In the end, during the dinner, Megumi let the word “mom” escape while talking with (f/n). Tsumiki said that was unfair, she wanted to call (f/n) mom too (and so she did), and Gojo started poking fun at the little boy, saying exactly what he feared.

“You should call me daddy, Megumi~~~!”

“No.”

The dinner was noisy that night, but they really looked like a family.

…

“So, what happened?” Satoru asked as soon as his girlfriend appeared at the living room, after putting the tired Fushiguro’s in bed. “Why the sudden change?”

"Seems like some kid from his classroom overheard you calling me Megumi’s mom.” (F/n) replied, sitting at Satoru’s lap, his arms immediately hugging her close to his chest. “They came looking for me, and asked if that was true. They said that I’m too young to be his mother.”

“And?”

“I said that even if I’m young, they were right. In a way I’m his...no, their mother.”

“Eh~Never thought that you would say it yourself.” Gojo said grinning. “You were the one who insisted on being more like a big sister.”

"Shut up Satoru, it's just that…” She started, not looking at anything in particular. “...it doesn’t matter which title those kids will give me, if they think of me as their family, even if we are not linked by blood, I’m alright with any name.”

“Hum…” The white haired guy hummed, kissing the girl's neck. “Well, as long as I can be your partner in this so-called family, I’m fine too.”

“That’s fine for me too.” (F/n) commented while giggling.

“But...should we make our family bigger?”

(F/n) stared at Gojo, who was smirking, his hands already tugging at her shirt.

“Put a ring in this finger…” She said showing her left hand. “...and we can talk about it in the future.”

“Deal.” He whispered before kissing her.

[thoughts-on-bangtan]

BTS at the SDG UN General Assembly (210920)

by Admin 1

Six days, as well as one flight from Seoul to New York City, after receiving their diplomatic passports, the day of BTS’ third UN appearance finally came. The SDG UN General Assembly AM session began with several speakers, one of them South Korea’s President Moon who first gave his own speech before introducing BTS by saying: “joining us today are an exceptionally outstanding group of young men who are connecting with youth across the world (...). BTS the first ever Special Envoy from the private sector (...) probably the artist that is most loved by people around the world.”

Like I said in my post about their visit to the Blue House, I was impossibly proud watching them walk onto that stage at the UN HQ bringing along two posters, one of which had pictures sent in by ARMY, and give their speech in Korean instead of English. Unlike the first time back in 2018 when only Namjoon had spoken, this time all the members took turns to lay out a meaningful speech which you can either watch in the video below (English subs, as well as in many other languages, are provided) or read it a little further below.

In the videos of the members sitting on the side waiting for their turn you could see each of them taking deep breaths and practicing their part of the speech a few more times wanting make sure they could deliver it to the best of their abilities on a stage as unique as this one. Their nervousness was clearly visible at various degrees underlining only so much more how historic this moment really was, for them, for the current and future generations, but also for their country.

Over the years, and especially since Namjoon’s first UN speech, ARMY made a million edits about President Kim Namjoon and today we saw a visual that turned edits into real life, even if “only” as UN speaker instead of president. If you ask me, he’ll always be my president. I’m sure JK would agree with me.

Speaking of which, it’s a beautiful coincidence that during his first speech at the UN (aside from the online version last year) JK is the same age as Namjoon was in 2018 during his first UN speech.

Before they began, it was so interesting to see Namjoon take a moment to look at his members, see if everyone is ready, and only once he was sure that they were, he began. Very leader like of him.

Though I don’t have a picture/gif of it, something that I thought was very meaningful and therefore important to mention was a moment during one of Jimin’s parts where his nervousness got to him. Instead of panicking, he simply took a moment, lowered his microphone, took a deep breath, collected himself, and then continued on with what he was supposed to say. It was a very human moment, one that showcases that it is okay to be overwhelmed, to take a small break, just a few seconds, before continuing, that it’s not embarrassing or a sign of weakness, but rather a sign of strength to calmly overcome the moment and continue on, brave and confident.

Another thing worth mentioning was how during their speech the different world leaders sitting in the audience, including President Moon, took out their phones to take pictures or videos of the members, how after they were done and left the stage and made their way out of the Hall, many of them gave them thumbs up as they passed, some even greeting them with a safe elbow bump, a show of respect and admiration. After all it takes tremendous courage to deliver a speech like this in a place such as this one.

The grand finale of their appearance, of course, was the pre-recorded performance of Permission to Dance filmed inside the Hall, the entrance area of the HQ, as well as the space in front of the building and a park next to it. It was shown on the two monitors inside the Hall as well for the attending world leaders to see as well.

We’ve seen so many iconic stages, especially since Dynamite Era last year, but I never thought we’d get to see them perform at the UN HQ, literally. In my early ARMY days, I never expected that our journey would take us here, and yet, as I think about it now, it completely makes sense that it did. Bangtan were always destined for greatness. It’s now clearer than ever before.

I do love how even at a performance as meaningful as this one, Jimin and Tae still found a way to have two tiny moments, the one in the gif below but also one that came just before it (though I couldn’t find or make a gif of it myself, sorry) where they seemed to giggle/smile at each other while Tae showed Jimin a jump he wanted, and also ended up doing afterward, for the camera. 

Though they didn’t interact in the Permission to Dance performance, my little Namjin heart was so happy to see Namjoon and Seokjin side by side throughout the appearance, which I’m aware was in large dictated by their usual lineup (though it was adjusted so Namjoon was in the center with three members to either side from him) but it still reminded me of Namjoon’s request to Seokjin four years ago, as in that he please be by his side at events like this because it makes him calmer.

Much the way it was back in 2018, this time we also got some selcas from Seokjin, Yoongi and Hobi showing off their UN IDs as well as their UN x SK masks which were also worn by the President and First Lady (and likely also their staff). One thing that caught my eye though were their pins which, upon first glance, seemed like the same ones everyone else had, but when you looked closer it turns out that our boys had to be a bit extra. Out with the plain ones, in with the bedazzled versions that, because of the gems, remind me of their mics as well.

Koreas pride with pins that sparkle just as beautifully as they do.

All in all this was a historical moment, something I’m impossibly grateful I got to witness live. My ARMY pride and ego is through the roof today and will remain as such for a long time going forward. The members have come a long way and have grown and matured into stunning young men with bright minds and intelligent words. As much as it was an honor for them to be there, it is an honor for us to be their fans, to support them, and I cannot wait to see where we’ll go from here but one thing is for sure, Hobi certainly was right, liking BTS certainly was the best decision ever.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Give her the life I never had; Harry Potter x child reader

*Author’s note*

So this came from my Wattpad requests and this is my first Harry potter (character not fandom) fic that I have written so I hope I didn’t mess this up for any hardcore Potterheads out there.  So this takes place during the Battle at Hogwarts so expect some death and violence involved, other than that not really much anything really. I know it’s been awhile since my last update but I hope to pick up the pace and post up some more stuff and then HOPEFULLY open up requests here since I know you all have been waiting patiently for that.

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It was finally over. All of it.  Voldemort was now dead, the Death eaters defeated, and now the Elder wand was destroyed and lost to the sea.  I looked towards the ruins of Hogwarts knowing that the stone and walls can be rebuilt, some of our friends would be able to heal their physical wounds, however some mental wounds won’t.

The Weasleys they’ll always have to live with Fred’s death for the rest of their life and grieve over the fact he’ll never come back, especially George.  I had seen just how close their brotherly bond was, even when they had nothing they had each other, now George was gonna have to make do on his own, if he could.

And Hermione, while she doesn’t want us to know I had a feeling at what she had done to protect her muggle parents, thankfully with her and Ron seeming to repair their growing relationship, I know the Weasley’s will welcomingly be the family she needs now more than ever.

As I walked along the school grounds that’s when I came across (Y/n) getting looked over by one of the healers.  When she looked towards me, she gently smiled and I smiled softly back at her thinking back on how I found her in all this chaos.

The battle was pure hell.  Spells and curses being blasted, bodies dropping like flies, and rubble from the school walls crumbling down as repercussions from the spells firing out.

I had pushed back a Death Eater with an Stupefy spell which sent him flying all the way across the Great Hall.  Another death eater soon came right at me but I quickly disposed of his wand first before giving him the paralyzing spell.

That’s when I heard it.  The sound of a young girl crying.  I quickly ran around the corridor and saw just down the stairs where I once found the Mirror of Erised, a young girl around maybe her 1-2nd year hovering over an older girl who looked almost like her but had longer hair.  The young girl with shorter hair was weeping hysterically as she kept crying.

“Liz? Lizzie. Get up sis. Oh please get up.” From the pale skin and the soulless eyes that Lizzie had, I knew immediately she had been hit with the Killing curse. Cautiously I walked over to her and said.

“Are you alright?” the young girl looked up at me and she sniffled.

“Yes. But my sister she—she won’t wake up yet her eyes are open.” Knowing how I hadn’t learned of the 3 unforgiving curses until my 4th year at Hogwarts, she must’ve not known what exactly happened to her sister.

“What’s your name?”

“(Y/n). (Y/n) (l/n).”

“Well (Y/n), I…….I’m afraid to tell you this but……..your sister’s—she’s dead.”

“What? No but….if she were dead her eyes would be shut, the spell that hit her just made her collapse. Like the paralysis spell.”

“But it wasn’t a blue light that hit her, was it?” she looked back down at her sister and touched her cheek.  “I’m afraid it was the most dangerous of all unforgiving curses. The Killing Curse.” She sniffled and hugged her sister’s corpse and choked out.

“But—she was…..she’s all I have left!” I looked around and two more Death eaters spotted us.

“Get behind me.” I urged (Y/n).  Without question she got behind me and I held out my wand and as they charged toward us I called out, “Stupefy!” which sent one Death eater flying backwards but then I felt a shock to my hand which sent my wand flying towards the second Death eater’s hand.  She sneered at me but then a voice exclaimed.

“Petrificus Totalus!” the female Death eater soon went stiff and fell to the ground.  I turned and saw that it was (Y/n) who had casted the curse.  I ran over and took my wand back from the witch and told her.

“Come on. We can’t stay here.” She took one last look at her sister.  I knew she was hesitant to leave her but if she remained here, she’d be a sitting duck.  “Your sister would want you safe (Y/n).” she turned to me and nodded before taking my hand and we raced out of the hallway.

Together the two of us worked together to fend off the oncoming Death Eaters, but one Death eater used an Inferno spell which burnt (Y/n)’s arm pretty bad.  I shielded her from the next oncoming Inferno attack but the heat of the flames was almost too strong for me to hold back.  That’s when a wave of water came and extinguished the flames and the Death Eater was flown backwards till his back hit a column and he collapsed dead.

We turned and there stood Professor McGonagall.

“Professor.”

“Harry, Ms. (L/n) are you both alright?”

“I am, (Y/n) however got burnt on her arm.” She walked up to us and she examined (Y/n)’s arm. She let out a painful hiss and the Professor said.

“I’ll take care of her from here Potter.”

“Thank you Professor.” Just as I was about to leave, I felt a hand grab the sleeve of my shirt and I saw that it was (Y/n).

“Thank you, Harry Potter.” I smiled down at her and nodded to her.  She released my sleeve and I ran off to finally end this once and for all.

I walked over to her just as the healer cleared her off and moved onto the next student that needed medical treatment.  I sat down beside her and asked her.

“How are you doing (Y/n)?”

“Shaky but—alive.” She softly scoffed.  “But at what cost? My sister’s dead. She was the only family I had left. Now the ministry will probably put me in the Magic for Orphans facility, and with me almost being a teenager, no one will want me.”

I was probably the only one who knew what she must be going through.  Even though we were orphaned in different circumstances, we still lost our loved ones to Voldemort.  Now I must be crazy because I had no clear idea of what to do next but what I did know was that I couldn’t leave (Y/n) alone anymore.

“What if—” I started off by saying.  “What if you…had someone to look after you?”

“But, but Harry I—I have no other living relatives. It’s always just been me and my sister since our parents died three years ago at the Quidditch world cup.”

“I know, but what if there was someone who wanted to help you out. Give you a home so that you wouldn’t have to suffer any potential abuse or neglect.”

“And just who would that person be?” I sighed softly before telling her.

“You’re looking at him.” Her eyes softly widened before she let out a soft gasp.

“But-but why? I mean no offense Harry but…..why would you want to help me out?”

“Let’s just say, from one orphan to another I know how lonely it can be. I had no clue about the magic world till I was just your age, and though I may not know how the Ministry of Magic deals with orphaned wizards, I do know a thing or two about living in terrible conditions. I lived practically my whole childhood in a tiny hall closet in my aunt and uncle’s place. And I wouldn’t want you to potentially go through that type of abuse in a stranger’s home.”

(Y/n) was silent for a moment, taking in what I just said.  Weighing out her options before thinking about what answer she would give me.

“If not I’ll understand, I’ll check in whenever I can. But just know you won’t go through the rest of your life alone.” She looked up at me.  Her eyes that were once filled with tears, but now filled with courage and strength as she said.

“If it won’t be too much trouble with you, I’ll go with you.” I softly smiled at her and told her taking notice of her robes.

“Spoken like a true Gryffindor.”

After that, the Weasley family, Hermione, myself and (Y/n) returned to the Weasley’s old home the Burrow and decided to rebuild it, a symbol as a fresh start to all our lives after this whole war.

We also had a memorial service for both Fred and (Y/n)’s older sister, each of us speaking for both Fred and (Y/n)’s sister before finally burying them and summoning a beautiful garden around them of their favorite flowers and plants.

As the sun was starting to set I saw (Y/n) still standing over her sister’s grave.  I walked out to her and said.

“Mrs. Weasley’s prepared supper for all of us. She says you best come in before it’s all gone.” (Y/n) remained silent.  I softly sighed and without another word I just stood there beside her.  She may not want to talk, but she should at least know that someone was there when she was ready.

“I—never thought I’d have to face this world without her. Even through our fights, especially after mom and dad died, she was always there for me. She especially liked to tease me about my crush on Joey Matarazzo, saying we’d get married one day and have kids of our own. Now she won’t ever see me grow up, or achieve any dreams I’ll have for the future.”

“Let me tell you something my Godfather once told me. He told me that the ones that love us never really leave us. And we can always find them, in here.” I pointed to her heart.

She looked up at me and finally for the first time I saw a true, genuine smile.  She came closer to me and wrapped an arm around my waist and rested her head against my ribs.  I wrapped an arm around her and we stood there for a few more minutes before walking back inside the Burrow to join the Weasley’s for dinner.

*FF 19 years later.*

It was like any other year, but this time it was my second son’s first time doing this.  I could already see from the look on his face that he looked anxious about his first year going as we came up to platform 9¾.

“Together.” I assured him as we took hold of his cart and we both ran straight through the brick wall and found ourselves right by the Hogwarts Express.  As we walked closer to the train, we soon found Ron and Hermione with their kids, I spotted Draco and his wife and son bidding their goodbyes.  He and I looked at each other, neither of us speaking a word but he gave me a point nod, and I nodded back to him.

“I was beginning to think I’d have to write my own brothers up for detention already.” A female voice soon spoke up and coming right towards us was (Y/n), all grown up and in her Professor robes.

Since the battle she continued on her Hogwarts education and excelled in both Magical creature knowledge and potions making.  By the time she was in her 4th year at Hogwarts, Ginny and I had agreed to legally adopt her as our own child and she was beyond thrilled at the news.  After graduating, she worked with me at the Ministry of Magic to focus on potion brewery before enrolling to be the next Potions Professor and this would be her second year teaching that class.

I’m told she’s kind but firm when it comes to students goofing off in that class, but she is always there to make sure no student messes up a potion and causes injuries either to themselves or others.

“Not in the slight.” I assured her.

“Good. I would hate to have to write them up to Headmaster McGonagall.” She told me.  She looked down at her brothers and asked them, “So boys, you ready?”

“Oh yeah!” exclaimed James while Albus was more reserved and didn’t really say anything. Instead he walked away and sat down with his arms hugging his legs close to him.  (Y/n) and I looked at each other and I told her to get James onto the train as well as herself while I talked to James.  She nodded and guided James as well as his things over to the train while I walked over to Albus and knelt down beside him.

“Dad,” he spoke. “What if I am put in Slytherin?”

“Albus Severus Potter. You were named after two Headmasters of Hogwarts. And one of them was a Slytherin. And he was the bravest man I had ever known. But if it means to you, you can choose Gryffindor. The sorting hat does take that into consideration.”

“Really?” I nodded. “But how would you feel? If I was sorted into Slytherin?”

“Then Slytherin will have gained the best wizard they could ask for.” He smiled and embraced me and I hugged him back.  “Now come on, off you go.” We then walked towards the train and Albus got himself situated inside with his brother and Ron and Hermione’s kids, and riding alongside them to keep an eye on them to Hogwarts was (Y/n).

As I stood by my friends and we watched the train leave the station, waving goodbye to our kids I couldn’t help but feel like we had done it.  The war ended almost 2 decades ago and now our children can learn magic in a better world, a world without Death Eaters, a world without darkness and death, a world without a Dark Lord.

A peaceful time in our world.

[celestialevie]

Forbidden love // Remus Lupin x student! reader

( gif credit to @spilledcoffeestudios )

Genre: Angst

Summary: After having an affair with your defense against the dark arts professor for couple of months now, you finally had enough wondering what does this affair mean when your graduation is nearing close. (Reader is of legal age)

Warnings: professor-student relationship, curses(?), comment on wondering what happened to Dumbledore's looks, angst angst

Word count: 1k

A/n: hello, I decided to post this older fic of mine that I wrote last year for my best friend. I just wanted to post something while I figure out what I want to write next, if you have any ideas please do not hesitate to send a request to me 😊

If someone had told you at the beginning of this school year that you'd be hooking up/dating your professor, the first question you would've asked them is which one. That sounds wrong, but honestly, you always had a thing for your defense against dark arts professor, can they blame you? He's one of the hottest things that have walked these hallways. After seeing how hot Dumbledore looked in his younger days it did make you wonder what happened to him to go from looking like a real nice snack to an old man who controls everyone's lives practically especially if you have any relations to Harry Potter, which leads us back to professor Remus John Lupin and your's relationship. Ever since you slept together for the first time around two months ago, you both decided to continue whatever this is between you two. Sometimes he acts like your relationship is nothing but casual hookups, while on the other days he gets jealous and angry when he sees you talking/flirting with another student as if you're in a relationship. His excuses? Him being kept under a close eye by Dumbledore, meaning he can't show any physical affection to you while being his student even though you are of legal age. You do understand him on that part but now that you graduate in less than a week it makes me wonder if once you graduate he will come clean about our relationship since you will no longer be his student. No longer wanting to be kept as a dirty little secret, you decided to confront Remus about it tonight after the curfew. If he wants to keep your relationship ongoing after graduation you will need him to act like it, but if he is ashamed of your relationship you don't the reason why he decided to be in it. It's not like you forced him to be in it or blackmailing him to be with you, is it so too much to ask for a normal relationship even though technically you're breaking a lot of rules by being together,  nevertheless you never cared too much about the rules. Seeing him at the dinner wasn't easy, especially for not being sure in which direction the conversation will end up going tonight. It certainly won't be easy not at all, however, it has to be done.  

A few hours later, once everyone was asleep (besides few professors) you quickly sneaked out of my dorm and made your way towards Remus' room. Knocking softly on his door in a certain way, as to let him know that it's you, waiting for a couple of seconds for him to open. Opening the door, there stood half asleep Remus. '' Did we have a meeting that I forgot about tonight? '' he says as he lets you in. '' No don't worry, but we do need to talk. About what will happen to us once I graduate in a few weeks. '' tiredly rubbing his eyes, he lets out a sigh. '' You're right. Let me quickly make some tea and then we'll talk, is that alright? '' nodding your head, he heads over to the small kitchen he has in his room, quickly heating a kettle, making himself a tea. '' Would you like some tea, darling? '' the nickname makes the zoo in your stomach go wild '' Thank you, but I don't like drinking tea very late. '' He hums in acknowledgement. A minute or so later, he comes back with his tea and sits on the bed. ''So you want to talk about the future of our relationship? '' he asks. '' Yes. Before I even say anything I just want to know where do we even stand in this ''relationship'' we have. It's been months and we still haven't established what are we. I understand that Dumbledore is watching you, but what does that mean after I graduate? Will you still keep this a secret or you will tell everyone about our relationship? '' he sighs '' Y/n you know I care a lot about you and yes it is not fair towards you to keep this relationship a secret. But, I need you to understand where I am coming from. Me being a werewolf is definitely not a pleasant thing especially when teaching children. If they were to find out I dated a student of mine I would instantly be fired. '' taking a deep breath. '' Okay, that's fair enough for now. What about once I graduate? I wouldn't care if you tell them we only started dating a few months after I graduated. Yes, there would possibly still be some dirty looks but you'd save both your job and this relationship. That's if you even wanna save it slash continue it. '' you  roll your eyes. '' Convince me you care enough about this relationship of ours that you want to continue it after I graduate because if you don't then it was nice few months and I will leave you alone, starting tonight. And that's a promise, Remus. '' he got up and ran his fingers through his sand-coloured hair. '' y/n please don't rush these decisions. It's late and we both don't know what we're talking about. Can't we just please continue this conversation in the morning? '' he begged. Getting up and as you approach him, a cynical laugh leaves my lips. '' Don't you understand? By postponing things like this, it only becomes worse. It's a simple question and a simple answer, Remus. Why complicate things that are already complicated enough? '' Heading towards the door, he grabs your hand and pulls you towards him. '' y/n, stop being irrational. If you walk out of that door, you will just prove to me that you already have an answer for yourself. I'm trying to figure out everything in my head and you just keep adding pressure even more. '' He grits through his teeth. '' Pull yourself together Remus! Do you seriously think if I already had an answer for myself I would be here right now asking for you to give me one?! You know what, you're right you just gave me an obvious answer. Goodbye Remus. '' and with that you walked out of his room, leaving him alone. You deserved someone who will not be afraid to be with you no matter what. Clearly, that isn't Remus...

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He Left Too Early (Tetsurō Kuroo x Reader)

Summary: You had a good friend that you'd lost touch with for years on end, and you receive one call about that friend that you were not able to process at all, at least by yourself. You knew that you needed to call someone that would be able to comfort you the most and that someone would be Tetsuro Kuroo.

Warning: Reader's going through an angsty situation (friend's death), there will be fluff, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks and crying. Please lmk if I've missed any other trigger warnings. You can block #shyna angst if it gets too much.

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A/N: The Seiyuu birthday celebration week is still going on, but, when I wanted to post about Kuroo, it was kind of hard to think about what to write actually. I mean, he may not be my first Haikyuu crush but he definitely was someone that helped me get over a lot of pain from my previous relationships, and reading certain fanfics and headcanons made me fall in love with him, more, to a point where I'd ended up writing my first ever fanfic, dedicated to him. Last year, I'd learned that a good friend of mine passed away from a heart attack and he was 24. I didn't know how else to grieve, I cried and sobbed, and then, this story comes out. So, to be told that I was jumping on the I love Kuroo bandwagon just to copy someone, discredits the personal experience I underwent in loving him and it hurts (long story lol). Anyway, I miss you VT. You left too early. Also, anything related to Haikyuu (the character, the setup) belongs to Haruichi Furudate but the storyline is mine, so reblogs, likes, and comments are highly appreciated <3 This was cross posted from Quotev (attached the link too 😄)

Barbara: Hey.

Y/N: Oh, hey. What’s up?

Barbara: I don’t know if you heard about Victor?

When someone mentions the phrase, “I don’t know if you heard,” I feel a big sense of numbness in my chest. Because of course, there’s a negative connotation to it. And here, Barbara’s talking about Victor Tyler. My junior in school. Someone I’d called my younger brother. He’d been there through my tough times in high school and had never left my side even when people avoided me. I tried as much as I could to be there for him. In fact, it was him through which I got to know Barbara Boyd, another junior. She was kind and so was he. Their eyes were so full of life and joy that they’d inspire me to keep going in life. I’d last met Victor 4 years ago in a café to catch up with him. He seemed excited about what was coming in the future. I wish I could’ve been there for him more often. But life got busier. Wait? Why am I overthinking again? Surely, it’s because he’s getting married or something…did he?

Y/N: Wait. What happened to him?

No reply. Okay. Something is wrong.

Y/N: Barbara. Tell me. Barbara.

Barbara: He passed away. Last night.

Silence. All I could hear was silence. My ‘baby brother’ was gone. Guilt was seeping in, so was disbelief. This cannot happen. Wasn't he online just a couple of hours ago?  I wasn’t in touch with him for so long. I wish I was.  No, this can’t be happening. Surely this is a joke.

Y/N: Wait. How?! What happened!!?

Barbara: Cardiac arrest.

My brain couldn’t process anything. Guilt was starting to dwell and sadness was trying to find its way in. I needed to know what had happened. Barbara later called to explain the situation and what had happened. She was told that his heart had given away at night. He’d had heart issues for quite some time when he was a kid. (And I barely knew about this, although I could see him struggling with physical exertion even at a young age.) He even underwent surgery and he was slowly recovering. What was more irksome is that he was finally happy in every aspect. He seemed to be settling down in every way. But, he wouldn’t get to experience his happy ending ever. Why is life sometimes so unfair? Barbara had found out through a friend who posted a story on social media and that's when I was slowly starting to come to terms with it. I wanted to be strong for Barbara, so I tried holding my tears. But later on, after hanging up, I immediately called Kuroo ‘cause I needed to hear his voice.

The Tetsurō Kuroo. Yeah, the Nekoma High Volleyball Team captain. Although we’d graduated from different schools and started working in different places, it was quite recently that we started dating. We were getting serious. I was able to share stories about my life and he, about his. We'd experienced a roller coaster of emotions together. And while as a friend and a boyfriend he could get really cheeky with his sense of humor, he always provided a space for me to be vulnerable with him, and he’d not hesitate to be vulnerable with me. Hence, for this moment, I needed to hear him.  I was trying to process it all, but I couldn’t do it alone. I needed him.

Kuroo: “Hey, kitten. What’s up, everything okay?”

Y/N: “Hey babe, remember I once told you of a close friend from school who was like a younger brother?”

Kuroo: “Oh, yeah. Victor was it?”

Y/N: “Yes, babe. Umm…he...he passed away.”

I could hear a gasp and some sniffles from the other side. Kuroo didn’t know Victor, but he knew my adoration for that boy, and I could tell he was crying. For me. Because I wasn’t able to. I could also hear some noises in the background. Traffic maybe?

“Kitten,” he sniffs, "are you at home?”

“Um, yes. Why?”

“Okay, I'm driving to your place now. Look out from your balcony, in about 10 seconds.”

“Huh-“ I could see in a couple of seconds, that he was there in his car waiting for me to sit next to him. I locked all my bedroom doors except the balcony one and found a way to sneak out and sit on the shotgun seat of his car. It's not that my parents were strict or anything. On the contrary, they were the best support system I could've asked for. However, it was weird that the environment I was in made me feel claustrophobic like I needed air to breathe. So, no sooner than I got to sit in his car than we drove around for some time, stopping at a beach nearby in the night because he knew how much I like the sound of waves.

The car ride was filled with silence mixed with some calming music in the background. Kuroo, initially being his introverted self, was aware of how everyone acted around him and as soon as he came out of his shell, he made it a point to stay attuned to people's emotions, so that he wouldn't lose touch with who he was. This was what made me fall in love with him.

We parked the car close to the beach. The sound of waves crashing onto the rocks seemed to have a calming effect on me. I looked into Tetsuro’s eyes and there didn’t seem to be any light in them like he always did. They seemed blank, staring into nothingness, but he had to steel himself up for me. His small, warm smile then sent me to tears, as if he was telling me it’s okay to cry. Dang you, Tetsurō Kuroo. He hugged my disheveled self and kept my face on his chest so that I could bury myself in it.

“Babe,” I start to vent out, “he was just a kid. He left this world too early. He didn’t have to die of an effing cardiac arrest. He was..*sniff* so *sniff* young…oh baby, this is so not fair. I wish I could tell him how much I loved him. But all I can say is that I miss him and I’m sorry that I wasn’t in touch with him...I..I..I didn't know he had a girlfriend until *sniff* the day he died. How am I supposed to *sniff* encourage her *sniff* when I am unable to *sniff* come to terms with it *sniff*...I...I.."

“I know, babe. I know. Kitten, I have a feeling he knows even if he’s not here in the world right now. My love, I’m sorry for the pain you’re in. This, however, doesn’t change the fact that there have been instances where you’ve made an impact in his life and he’s made an impact in yours. Focus on that moments. Make him proud. Don’t just tell your baby brother you love and miss him, show him. He’ll receive the message. And as for his girlfriend, if you know her, which you probably do,” Kuroo smiled again as he patted my head with his hand, lifted it, and said, "I know that you'll find a way to comfort her even if she doesn't see it that way. You've experienced loss before, and you will again, but these experiences should make you stronger and help people in need." He brought my face close to him, kissed me on my forehead, and then kissed me on my lips. It was a kiss of sincerity, of protection, of pure love. Something which I was craving for right now. He then hugged me, letting me bury my face in his chest again, as Fix You by Coldplay was playing in the stereo of his car.

“I’ll try, love. I’ll try. Hope you’ll be proud of me, Victor. Someday.”

Victor was one of the boys who knew about my struggles with relationships and I was waiting to tell him about Kuroo, but he was gone. He’d have been proud to know that there was finally someone to be my equal. And the girl that Victor left behind? I can’t imagine what’s going through Hannah’s head and heart. I knew her in school as well, and if I’d get to meet her, I’d offer her a hug and assure her that he’s with her wherever he is. A friend of mine told me this, "There is no right or wrong way to grieve, there's no timeline for grief, and it looks different from day to day." So, I'd tell her to take time to grieve as much as she needs to and I'd offer to be there for her whenever she needed something. That’s the only way she can cope. That’s the only way we can cope. By being there for each other.

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