#and now i get a bunch of messages just saying 'WHAT' 'HUH' 'ARE YOU SERIOUS'

[shigussy]

I LOVE LEAVING WEIRD AND UNSETTLING COMMENTS ON INSTAGRAM POSTS‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️

[fairyofshampgyu]

Now live! Stream: 2

Genre: smut, camboy au, college au, crack

Pairing: camboy! Beomgyu x gn reader (afab when smut)

Warnings: camboy, sub! beomgyu, dom! reader, solo beomgyu, reader masturbates, use of vibrator

Synopsis: Every Thursday night at 8pm, you tune into your favourite camboy: Angel313. What you don’t know is he even goes to the same uni as you, is in the same class as you and is Choi Beomgyu, the campus fuckboy but will you keep his secret?

Word count: 1.4k

“You got partnered up with that fuckboy?” Your friend, Chaewon asked as you both sat in one of the eating areas on campus.

“Uh huh.”

“I thought you said your professor only gives it to the best students?”

“Yeah that’s what I was thinking too. Surely he’s not amazing or anything. I mean just look at him!”

Both of you turn to the glass windows, watching him from outside, a group of people were gathered around and gushing at him as he played basketball with a bunch of other sweaty dudes. He had a black tank top on and one of those headbands to stop the sweat from getting on his eyebrows.He looked like a basketball player you thought. He was pretty lanky, considering the people he was playing with were abnormally short for the average height of a male.

“He looks so…so-just dumb and incapable! He’s late to class a lot and sometimes he doesn’t even show up!” You exclaim, frustrated.

“You know, I heard he knocked someone up once. And he was a real asshole about it too! He like forced them to get an abortion or something. I bet he’s got a bazillion stds too.”Chaewon returns to face you instead of the window, slurping her drink with a straw.

“I would not fuck him even if I was getting paid.” You say, also turning your gaze back to your friend.

“Did you talk to him after your professor told you?”

“No I didn’t.”

“Shouldn’t you go and get his number then if you’re gonna be working with him? Go now whilst he’s right there!”

“But he’s playing a game! And loads of people are there!”

“Just go now! He’s literally right there!”

You groan but begrudgingly get off your seat, walking out and towards where he’s playing.

Unsure of how to get his attention, you cluelessly step right into the middle of the court. All eyes now focusing on you instead and the game abruptly stopping. Shit. Are you dumb? Why didn’t you just wait until after the game? That’s another embarrassing thing you’ve done that Chaewon will probably add to the list she made of you. You can see her face staring at you from the window, looking at you as if she was going burst any moment laughing. Well, she was the one who told you to go. She probably didn’t mean walk right in the middle of the game though.

Beomgyu knits his brows and slowly walks to you, ball in hand as he was just about to shoot.

“Do you need help…?” He asks.

“Uhh I never got you number.” You state. What were you supposed to say?

“Woah take me out first, damn.” Beomgyu chuckles and winks at you, a series of fox whistles erupt.

“The fuck?” That guy can’t be serious. “We’re working on the concert performance together. Remember?”

“Yeah, yeah. Give me your phone.”

And so you hand your phone over to him and he inserts his number in, adding his contact name and changing it to ‘Gyu💘🥰😈🥵’ with a series of questionable emojis.

You immediately change it to ‘Choi Beomgyu.’ once given your phone back.

‘I’ll message you when we can meet up to discuss initial plans.” You say, walking away.

“I’m done actually so we can just do it now.” He grabs a towel, wiping away the sweat, shaking his shaggy hair and then putting the towel around his neck.

Now that you come to think of it, Angel313 had a similar hairstyle. The wolfcut must be pretty popular these days.

“Okay.”

You head to the library, sitting down in the zone where you’re allowed to chat. Beomgyu looks around at the surroundings, seemingly perplexed. Had he ever even stepped foot in the library before? Or any library, matter of fact. You wouldn’t be the slightest unfazed or surprised if he hadn’t.

You sigh and clear your throat. “So…we’ve both been chosen to organise the Christmas performance. Let’s start off with what days we’re free and what days we’re not free.”

“I can’t do Thursday evenings.” He finally speaks up. He wasn’t very talkative with you whilst making your way to the library together, making it quite painfully awkward.

You’re actually pretty glad with that. Now you won’t miss any of Angel313’s streams!

“Oh Same. How come you aren’t?” You ask, curious.

It seems to catch him off guard, “Uh…I work then…”

“Only on Thursday evenings?” It seemed like an odd time.

“Yeah. Why aren’t you free then?” He tried to switch the attention off him.

“I…I go to see my family then.” You can’t really say you watch your favourite camboy at that time now could you? Still, you could’ve chosen a better excuse than that.

“You go to see your family every Thursday night?” He squints his eyes at you. It was a really shitty excuse actually. Couldn’t you have thought of anything else?

“Yes.” You clear your throat, “Anyway, what days can you do?”

“Tuesdays and Fridays are good for me. What about you?”

“That’s good for me too actually. Do you want to meet up tomorrow then? Morning?”

“Yeah sure.”

“In the mean time think of a few good Christmas songs we can arrange. I’ll think of some too.”

“Yep.” There’s a buzz from his phone and he picks it up, checking it and then quickly getting up. “Well I’ve gotta go. See ya around, y/n. He smirks and winks at you before leaving and you return it with a frown.

He’s definitely a strange guy. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to produce something good with him. He’s a bit of an airhead.

There’s a ping that comes from your phone as well:

@Angel313 is going live in: 1 hour!

You nearly forgot! You better get home quickly then.

There Angel is, clad with his pink and white thigh highs again, mask covering his face and his belly piercing in view.

“Hey guys! How have you guys been doing?” He waves at the camera. And his inbox goes crazy with responses.

“How am i doing? Pretty good. I’m going to get pretty busy soon” same, you thought. “It’s a little bit stressful but it’s okay! We’ll wait a little longer for people and then I’ll start.”

He takes out a pink vibrator and then holds it to the tip of his dick, turning the setting up and his body immediately jolts in response. He whimpers and keeps the vibrator there, not adding or doing anything else to stimulate himself but it seems to still do the job as his legs trembled from time to time and he moaned and breathed out erratically to it. He was really sensitive.

Seeing his plush thighs on display made you want to dig your nails into them and leave hickeys all over. And you grabbed two of your fingers, circling them around your clit and then inserting them in your pussy, fucking yourself as you watched Angel.

@iluvsubs123: Play with your pretty tits for us, pretty boy

One user types in.

“You guys want me to play with my tits?” He asks, looking at the chat and pretty much everyone says yes. So he does, bringing his hand up to play with his nipples, pinching them and rubbing his thumb over the brown buds and he closes his eyes with the added stimulation.

Another user tells him to put the setting up more for the vibrator and Angel does. Soon enough, his thighs are slightly trembling and he moans at the high setting of the vibe on the tip of his dick and the stimulation of his nipples, stumbling on his words, saying he’s nearly going to cum.

You pick up the pace of you fucking yourself at the sight and when he arches his back up and squeezes his thighs together, loudly whining, you cum at the same time he does. His cum, pooling on his stomach and he keeps his shaking legs squeezed shut together, still whimpering and whining, breathing out and his hips bucking into the air. He keeps the vibe still there for a bit, whimpering at the overstimulation.

Floods of donations come in like they usually do at the end of the stream as well as lots and lots of praise for him and he stays to chat for a little bit.

“Oh and what are you guy’s favourite Christmas songs by the way? What are some good Christmas songs? Kinda need it for a project.”

Having already researched some Christmas songs you thought would suit the music performance, you typed a few suggestions for him and so did a lot of others.

He says his thank you’s and the stream ends once again for the week.

A/n: let’s see if the picture gets flagged again 💀 (it did.) Also I still don’t properly know how reader finds out beomgyu is the camboy but we’ll see 🤷‍♀️ Also yes, I am aware Christmas has already passed 💀 but who knows how long this will take to finish. It could be Christmas in this for a long time 😭

Please actually reblog and comment if you like the fic. It’s really appreciated tysm !<3🙏💕😊 It’s discouraging when fics have such little reblogs 👎😭

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[fratboychrissgfn]

ARE WE PRETENDING?

plot: you & the triplets got invited to a party. it ends up with only you & chris alone in the night. if only you knew what was gonna happen later that night..

⚠️: slight cussing, oral (f receiving), smoking, pet names (ma,baby,), not too much in this since this is part 1 soo !! & idk what else so read & figure it out 😍! don’t take this serious, it’s just fiction 😊.

you and the triplets been wanting to have some better and new hangouts, that’s when you guys all got a notification from a school groupchat with over hundreds of kids in it. “ PARTY HOSTED AT JONAS LENNEL’S 986 ST “ you smirked reading the message knowing how much fun you guys would have there. jonas lennel, the best football player on the team also the most craziest person you’d ever meet, he wasn’t afraid of anything. but despite the fact you rejected him last year on valentine’s day.. he seemed cool.

“guys we HAVE to go.” nick says, “fuck yeah! it’s jonas lennels we gotta go.” chris agrees. an hour later everyone’s ready.

your outfit is here!

you walk down the stairs and chris eyes you down as if he’s admiring you, he quickly scoffs, “my outfit is way better” . “yeah sure whatever” you say. “well we should get goin now” matt says.

you guys invite madi & nate ofc, and you guys are about 30 mins way from the party now. “yall excited?” chris askes the group, “yup!” everyone exclaims. you guys get to the party, “the fuck goin on here?” jonas says as he stands at the door. “what are you talking about? “ matt says. “the theme was couple, okay? you guys have to be a couple.. not whatever the fuck you are” jonas replies, chris looks down at you and whispers to you, “fuck it” he grabs your waist. “yeah that’s us? we’re a couple dude now let us in?” chris says. jonas lets you and chris in as you guys turn around to the group mouthing, “ are you gonna do something?”. nate nods and goes along with madi. they get in aswell. “well we’ll go our separate ways now, thanks for the idea chris!” madi says.

chris’s hand is surprisingly still on your waist, but you remind yourself, it’s just pretend. after a while chris asks if you’d like a drink. you refuse as you’d like to be sober just in case anything does happen.. supposedly with chris. you guys dance around a bit and whatever until chris goes to the bathroom leaving you alone. nate is with the football team taking shots and playing.. poker? and madi is with the group of a bunch of gossipers. u sit at the island in the kitchen. “hey.? where’s your boyfriend, pretty girl?” jonas says coming up to you. “u-um..? excuse you? leave me alone..” you say. “cmon.. leave the past in the past.. you know what you want y/n and you want it bad.” jonas says as he brings your chin up to look up at him. “jonas leave me alone..” you say in defense. “i’m not gonna leave you alone until i-“ jonas gets interrupted as someone pushes him off you. it was chris.

you gasp. “ she said leave her the fuck alone, jonas.” chris says as he holds the collar of jonas shirt putting him against the wall. you get up from your seat and tell chris to calm down & it’s okay. i mean chris was always protective over you since your younger and much shorter than him but you’ve never seen him act out like this. chris leaves jonas alone as jonas gets lost in the crowd. “what was all that about huh?” chris says with a hint of jealousy in his tone. “what was what all about?” you question. “i don’t know? what was jonas saying to you..?” chris questions you back, “i don’t know.? he asked me where my boyfriend was and i guess he was referring to you but it’s nothing important just forget about it.” you respond. “mmm yeah alright let’s head upstairs.” chris says, “for what?” you say a bit confused. “i need to get high to calm down y’know? before i beat jonas’s ass, actin all tuff & shit.” you chuckle after chris says that. “what are you waiting for ?” he says as he stands up holding his hand out as you sit on a stool. you grab his hand as he helps you down, leading you upstairs.

you guys get upstairs as he heads to a balcony. you stand infront of the doorway to the balcony. “what’s up? you gonna come here or not?” chris says as he looks down at everyone at the backyard. “i mean.. should we really be up here?” you question as you’re a bit skeptical. “that’s not the y/n i know, come on it’ll be fine. trust me, ma. either way im here with you, you’ll be okay” he chuckles. you nod as you get onto the balcony standing behind chris as he smokes a blunt while sitting down. “no otha chair up here huh?” chris asks with his voice a bit raspy, you pause for a second as his voice is lowkey turning you on.. “oh uh yeah i guess not..” you say. “c’mere” chris says as he pats his lap. you desperately want to but you aren’t sure..

(you guys are sitting on those type of likeee beach/pool chairs that kinda lay back for you to lay on a bit IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT YOU GET THE IDEA.. RIGHT?? ) here’s an example if u need it.. click here )

“are you sure you want me to?” you ask, “if i didn’t why would i offer baby? we’re dating for the night, have some fun, won’t ya?” chris says letting a soft laugh as he still has that raspy voice that always gets you. you go and sit on his lap as he hits the blunt, he offers you it and you take the blunt, hitting it as you let out a little cough. “oh u fuckin baby” chris says teasing you as he chuckles softly. he wraps his other arm around your waist pulling you a little closer, making u shift a bit on his lap. you roll your eyes at him as he calls u a baby.

“wanna see a trick?” chris says smirking a bit. “sure? make sure it’s nothing too cra-“ you get cut off as he takes a big hit of the blunt blowing all the smoke in your face, you can’t even see.. but that’s when you feel his lips crash onto yours. you let out a soft quiet moan as you kiss back. the smoke going away. he pulls back softly, “cool trick eh?” he says nonchalantly like he didn’t just kiss you in a way you’ve never been kissed before. his lips just felt like heaven to you. you wanted more but.. you couldn’t rush anything i mean.. he’s still your bestfriend in the end so. you push your legs together a bit as the thought of him just fucking you gets you wet. “yeah pretty fucking cool. where’d ya learn it?” you respond back. “mm no where. just kind of.. did it?” chris responds. “i have a better way to do the trick actually. wanna.. see?” he says with a slight smirk on his face. “mm yeah sure.” you respond back.

you blink and before you can open your eyes his lips are on yours again, he pulls you more into his lap letting you feel the bulge he has in his pants. he lets out a soft groan as you shift slightly on him. he fidgets/plays with the hem of your dress. “c— can i.?” he asks you as he slowly pulls away holding your waist with one hand. you nod and he flips you over as you’re now laying down. he lifts the hem of your dress over, now revealing your red laced underwear. “holy fuck y/n? i barely touched you.. you’re already so.. okay nevermind” he says letting out a chuckle. you roll your eyes. “mhm keep doin that while i’m here, ma.” his words make you fold as he kisses your inner thighs, pulling you underwear off, putting your legs over his shoulders.

chris slowly starts licking your clit in lazy circles making you let out a moan, you bite your bottom lip trying not to be loud as you remind yourself you’re literally on a balcony.

PART TWOOO WHENN??

[sunnyskiestls]

RINNE AMAGI BIRTHDAY 2024

"You even got a birthday present for me? Thanks a bunch for that, onee~san... ♪"

BIRTHDAY MORNING - 1/3

Rinne: Hey, it's Anzu-chan!

Listen to this. Even though today’s my birthday, not a single guy from Crazy:B sent me a congratulatory message!

Even though I love everyone in Crazy:B sooo much. Isn’t it so cruel?

> ... (Use your phone)

Rinne: What’s this, a message from Anzu-chan? “Happy Birthday!”...?

Haha, you’ve got my thanks. It’s real kind, but I’d be even happier if I could hear ya say it to me! ♪

> You haven't gotten a single message?

Rinne: Nah, I did get a real excited message from my li'l bro just a bit ago.

Haha. Honestly, kinda seems like he's more excited for my birthday than I am! ♪

BIRTHDAY MORNING - 2/3

Rinne: Alrightalright, just leave this photoshoot to me! ♪

No matter what kinda pose you request of me, I’ll pull it off perfectly!

Anzu-chan, if you’ve got any requests, feel free to shoot ‘em my way! ♪

> Well, since you’re asking…

Rinne: Eh, do a bridge while making a peace sign…? Well, I guess there’s nothing I can’t do, so…

Ah, so it was a joke! Anzu-chan, your eyes looked so serious for a sec, it made me nervous…

> The number one most important thing is…

Rinne: Do something that I enjoy for the shoot?

Haha, that’s fair. I’ll try my best to make it a real fun shoot! ♪

BIRTHDAY MORNING - 3/3

Rinne: Nn? That magazine Anzu-chan’s got in her hand…

Wow, so it turns out it’s got my old gravure[1] shoots, huh!

It’s an old magazine, but it found Anzu-chan well…

> I borrowed it.

Rinne: Hmm, I wonder if someone who really likes idols was keepin’ it.

Ah~, I’m younger here! It’s totally different from now. Well, I dunno if we can use it as a reference, but I’ll take a look anyway.

> I was thinking of using it as a reference for today.

Rinne: Nn~ But even if we use it as a reference, the way I market myself now’s pretty different from the past…

Well, pictures of those other idols might be good refs too. Lemme see it! ♪

🎇🎂🎇🎂🎇🎂🎇🎂🎇🎂🎇🎂🎇🎂

[1] Gravure can refer to risque type of shoots, or simply very casual ones. Given Rinne's personality and fashion sense, it's hard to be sure what type of gravure he's referring to...

[belong2human-kind]

Hey guys, Clara here!! How are you??

I'm here to talk about something more serious right now. But don't worry!

As someone who is deeply in love with the SW Rebels saga since even before the first airing and someone who has accompanied all of the development of this amazing expansion of the Star Wars' universe, I want to say that this is one of the most diverse community I've met, and this makes me really happy about how so many different beings share the same interest and passion for this show as I do 🧡

So.. my profile won't lie huh? I'm down for a ship of this show so so bad, and if you, person on the other side reading this, still don't know what I'm talking about, let me tell you: I'm a biig sabezra shipper and fan! Since the first time I saw these two interact, I feel in love with their dynamics. And as the show continued, the sentiment that they could be one of the healthiest pairings of the entire saga only grew more. I love both characters individually, Ezra and Sabine, and also love them as a couple.

Joining tumblr and being active here about them, I entered the community and even dared to share my weird thoughts and stuff and own creations about this universe I love so much. I was so so so motivated by amazing people who gave me support to show my little creations, and I made truly wonderful friends here on the ship community that I'll cary for life. I won't lie that I am very eager about this ship so whoever I see engaging in Sabezra, I tend to follow XD (I hope this isn't too weird heh ^^)

I'm here to talk about two things.

1. I am very thankful for the friends I've made on the ship community and the series community as a whole too. Also, the majority of people I interact with are absurdly amazing, kind and sweet, and as I said, it's really touching and heartwarming to me to know that such a different and diverse community is united by one specific passion about SW. You guys are amazing, stay awesome 🧡💜

2. This being said, unfortunately, things can get a little heated up about some topics, specifically the ones involving pairings. So, I'm here to talk/ask, all of the people who, like me, are part of this community, to just remember that, at the end of the day, it doesn't matter who you support your character with or without: we are still united by the same interest, this one being the love for those characters with such deep, unique and touching stories.

The Ghost Crew is a family, and we, the fandom, are kinda like a big one too. So what I'm here to ask is: Hey, be kind to each other 🌻 Different opinions exist, but this is not only fine, this is amazing. It'd be boring if everyone on earth loved Rebels or even my favorite ship, sabezra, because if everyone did then it wouldn't be something so unique and especial, and it is. As I said before, this community is so diverse! We can enjoy different things, we actually should do that! But, by the end of the day, we're just a bunch of people who love star wars. I think we can all agree on that ^^

That being said, I also apologize. I try to not engage with any hate spreading messages, and I know that there are quite a few here on both the shipping communities and the entire community too. Nothing can really justify being mean to someone (at least that's what I believe and try to hold myself on) but I know that we never know what's really happening behind the screen for someone, even if they share. Life can be tough, I know this myself. So I apologize for all of my friends and community colleagues that might have hurt on others, and also, apologize on myself as well if I did let this happen too. As much as I try always being kind, I'm still a human, with ups and downs and one that can make some mistakes too. I try my best to make people around me (physically and virtually) to feel comfortable and embraced because I think everyone deserves that. But at the same time, we can hurt people intentionally and unintentionally so easily :( So yeah, I apologize for that. And I hope we can interact with each other with kindness and respect. I think this is one of the most important things to do as a human: be gentle to others and the nature around you.

Uhh I speak so much :'n It's 2am now and I have class tomorrow, my adhd brain is still running on circles on my head LOL so I'll be off for now. Keep awesome guys! And stay safe 🌻

[sunshine-overload]

[BSTS] Zakuro S5Ch6 Reward 5* Card Story

chapter 1 -starless office-

aogiri: Maybe I should gather this part together more...

-zakuro enters room-

-cg

zakuro: My apologies for interrupting your work. I have a message from Mokuren to pass on to you.

aogiri: Could it be it's time for us to switch out in rehearsals?

zakuro: Indeed, Indeed. Flawless assumption. In regards to you and your costumes alike our leader truly is exposing their demon-like tendencies.

aogiri: Frightening, isn't it?

zakuro: My my, you appear so unbothered. Are you this composed whilst face to face with a demon general? From my standpoint this is no laughing matter however. If you don't hurry along you may end up receiving one mighty kick.

aogiri: I understand, I'd just like to sew here for a little bit longer.

zakuro: I see, I see. Such a kind and humble working manner. To the point I feel even I could let out a sigh of admiration. It's no wonder you bring Mokuren's domineering nature forth.

aogiri: What do you mean...?

zakuro: Seeing you now, if this is your true self then it makes the form you take when you stand upon the stage seem fake. You’ve even ended up in a versus with me, it's as if you've been swept into a whirlwind the moment you arrived here.

aogiri: I'd be lying if I said I wasn't shocked at these developments. Has Starless always been this kind of place?

zakuro: Indeed, Indeed.

aogiri: Although it was in accordance with our leader's wishes, for me who had just joined as an understudy to participate in a versus... I must admit it was quite discourteous of me.

zakuro: Oh no, don’t worry about it, I have no intentions to object what has already been decided. All I must do is sing in the same tune, rhythm and melody as per usual—

-zakuro looks serious-

zakuro: ...Hm.

aogiri: Is something the matter?

zakuro: ...How mysterious, I do not know the source of this feeling. 'Something' is trying to surface itself in my heart however it's as if a dam is blocking it...

-zakuro leaves-

aogiri: ...Perhaps he wasn't feeling well. Well then, I should get going too.

—end

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chapter 2 -break room-

kasumi: I've gotten used to this new costume~

aogiri: When you're actually on stage performing is it comfortable?

mokuren: I don't have any complaints.

qu: I think they're perfect.

aogiri: I'm relieved to hear that. The company that Starless commissions to make their outfits is of excellent quality. They brought my vision to life fully. They provided advice about the costume’s specifications based on my drawings... I've learnt a whole lot. Thanks to their help I think I have managed to produce something that I am satisfied with. If any issues in your ability to move in them arise, please let me know right away. I'll fix them up.

qu: Sure thing.

hari: By the way, it may be strange to ask this now but, how many of Starless' shows have you seen, Aogiri?

aogiri: Ah, regrettably I hadn’t seen any before I arrived here.

kasumi: Huh? Are you kidding? You seem to know so much about Starless I thought for sure you'd seen a whole bunch.

hari: I had thought the same. You understood the brief for the test immediately so I figured that must be the case...

aogiri: It must be thanks to the fact I was given old materials to study. I looked at the costumes of course, as well as all of the available videos of past performances.

kasumi: I see~

aogiri: I have no plans to design such important costumes without any previous knowledge or context.

qu: Still, having to review materials, design and also train in such a short time frame must've been really tough.

aogiri: Well... If I were to make an honest confession, it was a ton of fun. To the point I forgot it was even a job.

kasumi: Resilient, isn't he~

hari: Yes, I think he's very strong mentally.

qu: Are you sure you two should be saying that?

mokuren: Pour that concentration of yours into the stage next. I will not forgive any slacking.

aogiri: Yes, of course.

—end

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chapter 3 -rehearsal room-

zakuro: —♪ (singing drowning butterfly)

-mokuren enters room-

mokuren: ...What's on your mind?

zakuro: My my, asking me that the moment I looked your way. As you can see I am putting my heart into singing.

mokuren: Your singing is different this time compared to before.

zakuro: What a strange thing to say. To sing each song the same way without the slightest difference. An eternal copy made possible by being an empty shell. I am fully aware that is what you wish of me.

mokuren: This nonsense again? When you said that same thing last time you put the blame on me. However I won't be fooled this time.

zakuro: Oh...?

mokuren: You can sense it too, can’t you?

zakuro: So... Are you trying to tell me that my singing is unsatisfactory?

mokuren: Wrong. What's changed this time is you yourself. I'm telling you to realise that and accept it.

zakuro: Your words keep growing more and more mysterious. Provide the songs as necessary, no more, no less. I wouldn't think someone like you who wishes for that would allow me to change.

mokuren: I'm not saying you shouldn't change. Rather, because of this I've been able to put more passion into my dance each time we've performed.

zakuro: Hm... I'm at a loss for words.

-time pass, street, evening-

zakuro: Oh my, could it be a little bird that I see over there?

-he walks up to saki-

saki: Hello, Zakuro-san. Good work today.

zakuro: Running into you here must be the work of fate. If I may, there is something I'd like to ask you. How does my singing voice sound to your ears?

saki: You mean in todays show? You sounded wonderful.

zakuro: I see, I see. And would you say it was different to how I've been singing up until now?

saki: Hm...?

zakuro: If my singing has changed compared to how it was before then... I wanted to know how I looked in your eyes.

saki: Even if it was slightly different like you're saying, I still thought that it was wonderful.

zakuro: (gasp) ...My oh my. It feels as if a dim flame has taken alight within my chest. You truly are my little bird of destiny. Allow me to make you a promise right here. I promise that with this voice of mine I shall claim victory for you.

—end

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chapter 4 -outside the front of starless, night-

zakuro: My oh my, little bird of destiny. What a lovely place to run into you.

saki: Hello, Zakuro-san.

zakuro: It appears you're about to make your way home, however if you have the time, would you like to take a stroll with me? I will not delay you for long of course.

saki: Sure.

-time pass-

-picture of the night sky-

zakuro: Oh my, the sky tonight is even clearer than yesterday. You can even see the most distant of stars softly twinkling.

saki: It's so pretty isn't it.

saki: (Zakuro-san seems to be in a good mood today. It’s probably because he's happy he won the versus, right?)

-park, night-

zakuro: Oh my, it feels as though your innocent eyes are looking right through me. Is something on your mind?

saki: No, it's just... Congratulations again, Zakuro-san.

zakuro: Hm...? Ohh, I see, I see. You must be saying that because of the result of the versus, yes?

saki: (Huh...?)

zakuro: Thank you for your kind words. There is no greater honour than receiving congratulations from you. This victory was thanks to your support, allow me to express my gratitude to you once more.

saki: Oh no, I didn't do much... But, if I was helpful then I'm glad.

zakuro: In saying that, I am very sorry for having caused you any unnecessary worry during this versus.

saki: It's ok...

zakuro: Please be at ease. Because from here on out I shall not cause your heart anymore worry. I will carry out what it is that I must do.

saki: Um... Well, I'll keep supporting you then.

zakuro: Indeed, indeed. I shall make a vow to you too. That I will get them back no matter what. Both mine and your true starlight, that is.

—end

[cheiyunn]

Kimisute main story [１部 ] Part 1

Side: ST//RAYRIDE

Ryuusuke: This program’s presented to you by the handsome duo ST//RAYRIDE, Sutosuto for short~!

Ryuusuke: I’m Tennoji Ryuusuke, in charge of MC-ing

Rintaro: Yodagawa Rintaro, in charge of vocals

Ryuusuke: With that we’ve started, ST//RAYRIDE’s nightride! Get comfy and listen in to your late night companions*

Rintaro: What do you mean by late night companion. What are we, beer?

Ryuusuke: Beer! Sounds good~! Ah, you guys can all go chug one down if you want~?

Ryuusuke: Gasha– Pshh– (Imitating beer can opening noises)

Rintaro: Ryuusuke. Getting intoxicated on radio is probably not the best… hold it in until we get home

Ryuusuke: Woah why’re you playing the straight man!! I’m right in front of you so y’know it's an air beer right!

Ryuusuke: Ah man… we keep talking about beer, now I wanna chug one down now. For the record its Rintaro’s fault kay!

Rintaro: I thought about it for a bit but, aren’t we kind of like beer?

Ryuusuke: Ah– I’m the beer’s liquid body and Rin-chan’s the foam!

Rintaro: Yup

Ryuusuke: But foam disappears after a while so hell no, rejected! If I had to choose, we’re more like beer and a frozen beer mug yeah?

Ryuusuke: Hold up, why’re we talking about something stupid like this!

Rintaro: I’m sure that a bunch of listeners that thought this was boring have already tuned us out

Ryuusuke: Well who’s fault is that huh!

Rintaro: Who’s I wonder…?

Ryuusuke: Yo don’t you give me the ‘guess who’ look, you ain’t pinning this one on me!

Rintaro: To our listeners out there, if it’s gotten too boring, feel free to cut us off and head to bed okay

Ryuusuke: Don’t shoo away the audience! If anything, forward this to your friends so they can listen too!

Rintaro: The first letter for today is from 「A Strong Sutosuto Fan」

Ryuusuke: You straight up sliced the convo flow in half !

Rintaro: 「Is there something you 2 have found interesting recently?」

Rintaro: Something interesting…? You got anything Ryuusuke?

Ryuusuke: Can you at least gimme something to butt in Rin-chan..!

Ryuusuke: Eh whatever. As for interesting, there’s alot of stuff in our daily lives right?

Rintaro: Yeah. Like how in the morning Ryuusuke-

Ryuusuke: Woah hold it! Hold it for a moment Rintaro-kun! Isn’t that one the one I asked for you to keep off the record !?

Ryuusuke: Why're you trying to blurt it out before 24 hours have even passed !?

Rintaro: Then, I’ll just talk about it next time then

Ryuusuke: Keep it off the record! I’m begging you to never mention it !

Rintaro: Was it really something that ruffle your feathers so much…?

Ryuusuke: Ain’t I the handsome Naniwa rapper. I’m not about to just crush my cool image now, you get it?

Rintaro: Handsome is maybe… a little obsolete in wording I’d say. Considering you left the house with mismatched coloured socks after all

Ryuusuke: And you said it anyways!! You’re too much of a little devil aintcha Rin-chan!

Rintaro: You’ve been combo calling me Rin-chan, Rin-chan for a while but who’s Rin-chan huh

Ryuusuke: Oops, that's the actual serious tone… hold up!! We’ve only read one letter so far but time is actually flying us by!

Rintaro: And thats mainly Ryuusuke’s fault. Okay now apologize.

Ryuusuke: My deepest apologies–!

Ryuusuke: –Hey wait why only me !?

.

--[Time passes]--

Ryuusuke: Um, I know we spent most of the time a mess and chit-chatting but it seems that our time is almost up

Rintaro: Truly. I’m not even sure why this radio is so popular. Thank you for listening

Rintaro: Today we’ve gotten a request from the staff to do this at the end of the radio program so…

Ryuusuke: Woah! Something appeared… hm? Whats this…

Ryuusuke: 「Nightride 2nd anniversary activity suggestions」...wait, has this program been going on for that long already?

Rintaro: Oh, the staff member is holding up a board…

Rintaro: 「A message in regards to your upcoming anniversary」is whats written

Ryuusuke: You didn’t need to mention the board part…

Ryuusuke: But still, 2 years with Nightride huh! This’ the newest program on the list so it didn't feel that long ago…

Rintaro: Yeah. Programs that let us be the main hosts, including this one would count up to 3 now.

Ryuusuke: Maybe there’s some people that only listen to this one but to put it on the air, we took the other programs seriously kay !?

Ryuusuke: They first told us to chill, relax and talk like we’re laying around at home y’know!

Rintaro: They did first tell us that they wanted to make a program that would make listeners laugh with our dumb antics and fall asleep to us

Ryuusuke: Yeah that! So we’ve been doing as we see fit, and the response was bigger than we ever expected so we just continued airing. Thanks a lot!

Ryuusuke: Oh by the way. We’ve been confirmed regulars on a variety show! And we also have a upcoming live announcement so ya better be there!

Rintaro: You suck at announcements… oh well–

Ryuusuke: Passing it to Rin-chan!

Rintaro: …ugh, don’t be calling me Rin-chan again..

—----

*Not 100% sure on this one but similar I hope?

[authorautumnbanks]

One Night (5)

Kagome fidgets with her fingers, trying her best to stop looking in the backseat. Koushi is sleeping. She knows this. But she can't see his face from the front passenger seat, and she really should have just climbed into the backseat and had Megumi take the front. Satoru covers her hands with his.

She stares at his hand and then relaxes. Satoru is right. Koushi is fine. She's just being antsy for no reason. Koushi is sleeping and the chances of him teleporting are slim, so long as Satoru is right there.

Still, she's about to enter unfamiliar territory and she doesn't have a bow with her.

"Is there anything I should know before we get there?" she asks, needing to break up the silent atmosphere. The car is too quiet. Maybe Satoru is afraid to talk while Koushi is sleeping, or maybe he isn't nearly as talkative as she thought he was.

"Besides that, you're mine?" He flashes her a smirk. "Well, they might say some out-of-pocket shi—crap since they're old-fashioned like that. But I think once they see Koushi and see that he has the six eyes and limitless, they'll probably sing a different tune."

Her brows bunch together. Why does that matter? A child is a child, regardless of how many extra abilities they have. They should be happy to have a grandson, period. Satoru glances at her and then back to the road.

"They're old-fashioned. In the jujutsu world, power and obedience are key, so when they realize how strong Koushi is, they'll change their tune. I got anything I wanted growing up."

"That explains a lot," Megumi quips from the backseat.

"You can get anything you want," Satoru retorts. "You're just not greedy enough."

Kagome pokes the inside of her cheek with her tongue. They don't seem to be talking about materialistic things anymore. No, not with how Satoru looks at Megumi through the rear-view mirror. She interlocks their fingers and looks out the window. Old-fashioned, huh? Annoying, but she can deal with it. Not like she didn't have to deal with that stuff when she was time-traveling. This should be a walk in the park.

"Anyway," Satoru says. "We're just introducing them to you and Koushi, so you two have more protection. We aren't staying for lunch or dinner. We get in, get out, and then stop by the hospital if you and Koushi are feeling up to it."

"I'll need to eat," Kagome points out. "I don't think this will be a get in and get out meeting like you're hoping. They'll have questions."

Satoru groans. "Questions? Ugh. Okay, we'll stop somewhere and then go to the hospital."

"Why are we going to a hospital?" Megumi questions. "Did something happen?"

"No, but Kagome may be able to help with whatever is going on with Tsumiki since it's curse related. We don't know for certain, but it doesn't hurt to try."

"Oh. That's... thank you."

"We'll also need groceries," Satoru says, tugging his hand free. He reaches for his phone in the cup holder and unlocks it. "But we can make Ijichi take care of that. He has a key to the apartment." He places the unlocked phone in her lap. "Just tell him what to get if you have any preferences."

"Now I'm doing the grocery shopping?" Kagome raises a brow.

"I thought you wanted to be a housewife?"

She sucks her teeth. There he goes again with that wife thing. He can't possibly be serious about wanting them to all live together? They barely know each other. "Sounds like you want me to be a housewife." She composes the text message to this Ijichi person and lists out some things that would be nice to have at Satoru's place.

"I mean... if you ever want to greet me just wearing an apron when I get home, I won't complain."

Kagome flushes.

"EW." Megumi grumbles from the back seat. "Can't you wait until I'm not around?"

Kagome grimaces and turns around to look back at Megumi. "Sorry, about him."

"Hey!"

"It's fine," Megumi says, turning his head towards the window. "Just not used to seeing him being anything other than an obnoxious idiot."

"Megumi is the sweetest," Satoru says, completely unfazed by the insult. Kagome turns back around and studies the side of his profile. "Kagome," he warns.

"I'm not doing anything."

"You're looking at me."

"I can't look at you now?"

Satoru bites his lip. "I've been wound up since last night." He clucks his tongue. "Make that more like a year."

She squints at him. Is he saying what she thinks he is saying? "You mean you haven't..." she trails off, trying to be mindful of the company in the backseat.

"Couldn't do it." He glances down at his lap, then at her, and finally back to the road. "You should take responsibility," he says with a sigh.

Kagome snorts. "That sounds like a personal problem."

He gasps.

"And no," she adds. "That was the last thing on my mind when I was pregnant."

"Was it hard?"

Kagome blinks. "Uh...no? It wasn't a hard pregnancy, though there were some weird things that happened with the ultrasounds. I thought it was me at first, but now I think it was Koushi."

"What was wrong with the ultrasounds?" Satoru makes a left turn, and it feels like they have been driving forever.

"The equipment just never wanted to act right. Like it would suddenly malfunction. Ended up just opting to labor at home because I thought it would be easier." She shrugs. "Mama actually got to hold him first since she caught him. I got some pushback from the doctor, of course, since they wanted me to deliver in the hospital, but... I'm glad I didn't. Between the ultrasound equipment and other equipment malfunctioning every time we went in, and then the day he was born, it snowed."

"July...7th? During the Star Festival? It snowed then, which was weird."

"Yep, that's when he wanted to come out."

"He also knocked Yuji into a wall," Megumi speaks up. Kagome whips her head toward Satoru. Who is Yuji? And how did Koushi knock someone into a wall?

"Yuji is fine," Satoru stresses. "More importantly, my son caused it to snow in July."

"Is that all you got from that?" Kagome shakes her head. Does anything faze this man? "I'm not saying he did, just that there were some things that didn't add up."

"Nah, my son was flexing from the womb."

"Please don't let Koushi grow up to be like his father," Megumi pleads.

"I don't know where I went wrong with Megumi," Satoru sighs. "I tried my best. Guess that's what happens when you become a teen parent."

"You aren't my father."

"See!"

Kagome covers her mouth with her hand and looks away from Satoru. She will not laugh. The phone vibrates in her lap. "Ijichi says he dropped off the groceries."

"Good, now have him do some more errands. Whatever you need." He turns down a road and Kagome perks up at the sight of a barrier.

"Is he your assistant?"

"Basically."

"Ijichi-san is the manager for the school, not Gojo-sensei's assistant."

That clears up absolutely nothing. Kagome yawns. They've been in this car so long, her butt hurts. She gets why Satoru mentioned getting a bigger apartment in Tokyo. If his clan is this far out, then it would take way too long for her to get back to the shrine. And it is out in the middle of nowhere. The estate, because that's what it is, looks as though it hasn't changed since the feudal era.

Satoru parks the car and cuts off the engine. He looks at her as he grabs his phone from her lap. "Just remember, they may say something that might piss you off. I'll handle it if it happens."

Kagome nods. Yeah, if they say something inappropriate, she'll smack the shit out of them herself.

Satoru smiles and then gets out of the car. Kagome goes to open her door and jerks back. How did he... She scratches her head as the door opens and Satoru rests his arms on top of the door, waiting for her to get out. Is it truly that serious for him to get the door for her? She shakes her head and thanks him.

Megumi shoots them a bewildered expression and stuffs his hands in his pockets.

Is this not normal behavior for Satoru, then? Kagome mentally shrugs as she walks around the car to get Koushi out of the car seat. Satoru carries her yellow backpack with some of Koushi's stuff. Hopefully, Ayumi can drop the baby bag off today.

"I probably should have called ahead," Satoru admits, striding in front of them. "But everyone is probably here, since they don't do too many missions these days. At least the people that matter, anyway."

"Don't you have missions?" Kagome asks, cradling Koushi to her chest.

"Yeah... but things got moved around because Koushi wanted to make a grand entrance. The missions aren't going anywhere, though I might be late coming home."

Late coming home? Why would she care if he gets in late?

Oh.

"Satoru, I was going to stay at the shrine tonight."

"Even though the bed is small?"

"Who said you were sleeping with me?"

"Are you guys even together?" Megumi questions.

"No."

"Yes."

Kagome shoots Satoru a look. They'll talk about this later. For whatever reason, he seems to think taking responsibility for Koushi means he has to be in a relationship with her. He shouldn't throw away his prospects. The last thing she wants is to get used to having Satoru around, fall in love with him, and then he wakes up one day and regrets everything.

Like InuYasha.

Kagome bites the inside of her cheeks. "It's complicated," she says. Kagome takes in the old structures and how quiet the estate is. "But yes, we're together." This place gives her the creeps. "Why is this place so cold?"

"You're cold?"

She shakes her head. "No, I mean like stiff. There's no noise. It may as well be a zombie estate with how quiet it is."

Satoru blinks. "Zombie?" He smiles. "Well... they like order."

"The Zenins are like that too," Megumi says. "At least when I visit."

"All the clans are probably similar in that aspect. There is a certain level of obedience that they want. I hate it, so I don't stick around here."

"But you're the clan leader," Kagome stresses. "Can't you make it livelier?" She does not want Koushi to be raised in such an environment. This place screams sterile.

Satoru stops. "Yeah. You're right. I could do something." He resumes walking and leads them down some halls. Some people walk by and bow their heads. Some stare at Kagome when they think she doesn't notice, or maybe more when they think Satoru doesn't notice. She isn't sure, but the whispers don't pick up until they get further away.

They come to a door and instead of knocking, Satoru bursts in. "Yo!" he greets.

"Why don't you ever knock?" A man asks.

"Knock? What for? Why would I knock when I came to show you your grandson?"

"... My what?"

Satoru steps into the office and steps aside for Kagome to stand next to him. She clutches Koushi closer to her chest. Koushi squirms a bit. He'll be getting up soon. He must have used a lot of energy teleporting to his dad because he doesn't normally nap for this long. So, this is Satoru's father and Koushi's grandfather? Kagome swallows back the sigh.

These Gojo genes are strong. Even the grandfather looks just like Satoru, except with longer hair. Though his build looks more muscular, or maybe it's the traditional haori top that makes him look more muscular? Satoru's work uniform slims him. Unless he's lost muscle mass since that night.

"Kagome, this is the old geezer. But you can call him Syouma."

Syouma presses his lips into a thin line and then rises from his chair. He walks around the desk right as Koushi wakes up. Koushi blinks and turns his head. Syouma inhales.

"Is that?"

"Yep, he's got it too."

Syouma takes a step forward and Koushi reaches a hand out towards him. Kagome bites her tongue as Syouma gently takes Koushi from her arms. Every muscle in her body twitches.

It's okay. It's okay. This is Koushi's grandfather. She gnaws on her tongue.

"This is impossible," Syouma whispers. "But you're here and you're perfect." Syouma turns to Satoru, completely dismissing Kagome. "We'll have a wet nurse come to the main wing and assign him an attendant."

"Excuse me?" Kagome hisses.

Syouma looks at her and scoffs. "Why did you bring this woman here?"

"About that." Satoru rubs the back of his head. "You need to watch your mouth when you address Kagome. There will be no wet nurses for Koushi. We didn't come here to drop Koushi off. I came to let you know you have a grandson, and others may come after him because he has the six eyes and limitless." Satoru jerks a thumb at Kagome. "Or my future wife. I don't want anyone getting any wise ideas."

Future wife?

"What's all this ruckus?" A man bellows.

Kagome turns and blinks at the sight of the man. He's bulky, like one of those American wrestlers. Not at all like the sumo ones. His hair is shorter than Satoru's, but his eyes are the same shade of blue as Syouma's. She needs to see more clan members. Do their genes just win in every single round?

"Why are you so loud?" Syouma sighs.

"This is my normal voice," the man says and then he leers at Kagome. He licks his lips. "Who is this pretty little thing?"

"Another word and I'll cut your tongue out and make you choke on it," Satoru says cheerily. "Kagome, this is my uncle Ryu. But feel free to always ignore him."

Megumi sighs. Kagome frowns. Perhaps Megumi was telling the truth that he isn't Satoru's kid. He doesn't look like him and the other members don't seem to be acknowledging him.

"We got another six eyes and limitless user in the family," Syouma says. "Since you like to talk so much, go and tell everyone about Koushi." Syouma pauses. "And it appears that our clan leader is taking a wife."

Ryu blanches. "Her?" He points at Kagome. "He's taking her as a... did you say there's another six eyes user?"

Koushi reaches up and pinches Syouma's face. He blinks and then winces. "You weren't even this strong when you were a baby," Syouma says.

"You remember me as a kid?" Satoru scoffs.

Oh boy. Did she just walk into some family trauma?

Syouma ignores Satoru and instead focuses on Koushi, who continues to tug at his face. "Ryu, why are you dallying?"

"I was thinking—"

"A first," Satoru quips.

"I was thinking that we don't know if this child was born with the prized abilities because of Satoru or because he simply is a miracle child. We should test this. In fact, I know neither of you cares too much about this, so I have taken on the liberty of sorting through the marriage prospects and have narrowed it down to the finest breeders."

Breeders? Kagome rubs her temple. She peeks at Megumi, who has his arms crossed and seems unfazed by this behavior. Satoru's face is stone cold, like the expression he wore last night at the station.

"None of that is happening. I'm with Kagome."

"But why? You would risk increasing our bloodline to stay with a non-sorcerer? There is no cursed energy within her. I cannot believe you even brought her back to the estate. What good is—"

Slam. Ryu's body hits the wall, and he slides down.

Kagome blinks. She didn't even Satoru move.

"Father, you'll make the proper announcements."

Syouma nods. "Ryu is an idiot. It's clear that something is abnormal about you," the last part he directs at Kagome. "And my grandson. There's some other energy here, but it's not cursed."

Kagome tilts her head. "You mean holy energy. Has no one felt holy energy around here?"

Syouma stares. Assesses. His eyes flint back to Satoru.

"Nope. Just you and Koushi." Satoru reaches for Koushi, but Koushi squeezes Syouma's face tighter and refuses to let go. "Kind of hurting my feelings here, bud. Don't you want me?" Satoru sighs. "Oh, and this stays in this room. At least for now. The last thing we need is for a manhunt to take place."

"Why would a man hunt take place?" She doesn't get it. So, what if she has holy powers? Why would others be hunted down because of that?

"Other clans may think they can replicate the same." Satoru shrugs. "No reason for innocents to get swept into this. Or they may try to go after you and try to replicate the same. Desperate sorcerers act like curse users."

Kagome nods. So, these sorcerers are less human and more demon-like in their society. That's fine. She can work with that. "For the record, I think it was simply Koushi wanting to be born. All things considered."

Satoru beams. "My super sperm." He winks at Kagome.

"And I'm disgusted," Megumi says. "I'm going back to the car." He walks out of the office and glances down at the knocked out Ryu on his way. Megumi says something under his breath, but Kagome can't make out what.

"Will you be moving back into the estate?"

"I'm not living here," Kagome says before Satoru can answer.

Syouma blinks. He assesses her again and Kagome stands up taller. What is with this guy?

"Nah, we're gonna get a bigger apartment. Space out future kids and go from there. The estate is too far from Kagome's family, and she'll need her support system around."

Kagome bites on her tongue again. Crap. She just implied she and Satoru are going to be living together. That she wants to live with him.

Syouma frowns.

"You can always come by and see him," she says. "Just give me a head's up in case he's down for a nap."

Syouma gives her the smallest smile and nods his head. He sniffs and then coughs. Ah, Koushi must have used his diaper. Kagome takes the bag from Satoru and looks for the supplies.

"I can do it," Syouma announces it, startling Kagome. Why does it sound like he's about to go off into battle?

"You? Change a diaper?" Satoru's tone drips with skepticism, but Syouma ignores him and, with Kagome's guidance, he changes Koushi's diaper. It's clear that Syouma isn't used to doing such tasks, but Kagome can't help but smile at seeing Koushi's grandfather trying.

"We should get going," Kagome says, taking Koushi back, who immediately pats her chest. "He's hungry and I'm hungry."

Satoru stares at Koushi's hand and then finally looks at her. "He just pats your breasts and gets what he wants?"

Kagome inhales. "Satoru."

He throws up his hands in surrender. "I was just curious. Not that I was thinking about doing such things."

She shakes her head as she walks over to the black leather chair and sits down. Syouma turns his back to her and faces Satoru, giving her some privacy as she nurses Koushi. "We can just stop at a drive-in on the way to the hospital and then back to the shrine."

"And then back to the apartment?"

Kagome presses her lips together. He really wants them in his apartment? "Just leave the car again and a key to get in."

Syouma sighs. "I will let the rest of the clan know. You may not want an attendant for Koushi, but Ito is around." Syouma drops the dirty diaper on Ryu's face.

"Another time," Satoru says. "Kagome looks like she might blow if she meets any more members."

Uh yeah, because if any of them are like his uncle, she might get slap-happy. At least Syouma is relatively okay, though he was dismissive in the beginning.

"Alright," Syouma says, grabbing Ryu's leg. "I'll ensure the word is out... and I would like to see Koushi again later this week."

"You just saw—"

"I'll make us lunch," Kagome says, fixing the top part of her dress. She burps Koushi, who settles back down. He seems to be taking in his surroundings.

"I'd like that," Syouma says, as he drags Ryu's unconscious body out of the office.

"He's never like that," Satoru says after a moment. "He was barely around during my childhood and now he's suddenly changing diapers?"

"That's called being a grandparent." Kagome stands and walks over to him. "He might have regrets from yours and is just trying to do better. I wouldn't think too hard about it." She yawns. "Come on, poor Megumi has been waiting for us in the car."

"No one told him to go back to the car," Satoru quips, leading them out of the estate. The yellow bookbag classes with his black uniform.

"I thought it would have been more intense. Meeting everyone."

Satoru blows out a breath. "I thought about it and decided it would be better to have the old man make the announcement. I didn't want you and Koushi to feel like you're under a microscope. The Gojo elders are annoying with their so-called counsel. And they're similar to my uncle, though he's more boisterous than they are. Didn't want you to deal with that. That's why I didn't call for an official meeting."

Oh.

"And about me being your future wife..."

"Ah yeah, what's your ring size?" He turns and reaches for her left hand. "A six or a seven, maybe?"

Kagome flushes. "I don't know, and I'm not asking you to marry me."

Satoru tilts his head. "Of course not. I'll be the one to propose."

She sighs. This man is going to be the death of her.

***

A/N: Happy Easter! I've been leaning more into this being a multiverse, so Syouma is officially in this story along with Ryu.

"Did Kagome and Satoru go to a love hotel?" - Ohhhh yeah, they went to a high-end one.

"Did Satoru wear shades that night?" - Yep, Satoru wears his shades when he isn't working or picking up women. So Kagome hasn't seen him wear his blindfold, though she was side-eyeing it since Satoru never pulled it back on.

"Did the slap knock Sukuna out or was he was afraid of getting smacked again?" - Sukuna was flabbergasted that a baby hit his soul and then pissed that Yuji is so dumb that he can't even dodge an attack from a baby. I'm sure Sukuna is going to give Yuji hell the rest of the day.

"Will people know Kagome has powers?" - After she heals Tsumiki, people are going to have more questions. I don't think Satoru is gonna be able to keep people away from Kagome like he wants.

So I couldn't help myself and I went ahead start posting the original story lolol. It's up on my tumblr, scribblehub, and tapas. For my Ao3 peeps, do you want it on Ao3 as well? Updates may be a little slower since A03 doesn't have a scheduler (sad). But if you do read it, I have the most serious question...should the sword-wielding cupcake be a recurring character?

Next update will be A Thousand Days and then How To Tame. Take care! I hope you have a wonderful Sunday and I hope Monday and the rest of the week is amazing for you. Get some sun if you can and drink your water!

Side note, I really need Satoru to come back and How To Tame so I can release some of these side stories.

[lunaevangeline]

Angst with Miya Atsumu

words: 1.2k+

warning: hurt to comfort and a little harsh words (bitch, hoe, jerk) -but not addressed to you-

You love Atsumu and maybe it's a little too much. A little too much than yourself and a little too much that it can feel unbearable.

It's been a month since the last time you met him in person. Atsumu has been so busy with his volleyball activities and on the other hand, you were also busy with college. Usually, the two of you would spend time at least once a week to go on a date or just lay around lazily in your/his apartment. Of course, the blame is not on him nor you, it's just the schedule won't make it. But since last month, his messages come less and less frequent, he did not even bother to call you. You had made an effort on contacting him, even scheduling a date. But he always says he won't make it and same as today, your chat was left on read.

You started to doubt, is this the price you have to pay for dating a pro athlete or it is just him who lacks effort. And so you sighed, choosing to watch a new series on Netflix. You originally intended to invite Atsumu to your apartment, just to hang around and cook his favorite dishes. But guess today is not the day (again). The series you try to watch turns out to be lame and boring, therefore you start scrolling through Instagram posts and instastories until one instastory catches your attention, it was Omi-kun's one hour ago at the nearby bar. There you can see your boyfriend hang out with the boys and some random girls. Not sure who they are, but guess they're an acquaintance because you can see one of them clinging too close to your boyfriend. You feel your chest is so tight and something warm trails from your eyes to cheeks. You realized how you just miss him so much and now you remember how he has been kept low maintenance to your relationship. "Why? Why is it so hard to at least give you a quick chat or call" "Does he just get bored with you?" Negative thoughts ringing in your head, breaking you down from inside. Hence to stop the commotion in your mind, you choose to sleep on the couch and forget it all.

You wake up from the sound of the opened door, open your eyes and realized it has been almost dinner time, the outside view has been getting dark. The second thing you notice is the presence of Atsumu, entering the living room and turning on the light. "Hi babe, I bought you cakes!" Atsumu greets you with his usual playful grin. "Oh.. okay thanks", you answered with empty eyes, still gathering your consciousness. He's still in the same outfit as on the noon, you assumed he has just gotten back from the bar. Atsumu still has no idea what happened to you. You look lost, eyes and head empty and he can't sense any excitement in you, for his presence.

He decide to approach you, embrace your frame like nothing happened "I miss u so much". But you don't reciprocate it but instead replying by "Having fun huh?", smiled but said it in almost a sarcastic tone. Confused Atsumu stared at you, "What do you mean? I've just gotten back from the MSBY meeting ya know?" "Yes, with a bunch of hoes", you rolled your eyes, remembering the clingy bitch from Omi's instastory. "Huh? They happen to be our fans and as a service, we decide to ask them to join us, that's all." "Yeah Yeah", you answered him indifferently although he has tried to explain himself. Atsumu grunts in frustration, "I'm so tired and just wanna see ya. Why are you treating me like this?", he raised his voice, almost yelling at you. But you countered him by the same question, "Then why are you treating me like this, Miya?" Never been in these 2 years you've been together, you called him by his last name, he sure it must be something serious then. the way you say it was not snapping but rather more like pleading. Your eyes feel hot just by staring at him, you can't endure your tears from overflowing for the n-times for today.

Atsumu panicking from the sight of you crying, he hurt and held your figure into his chest with hesitation, "I- I'm sorry I didn't mean to snap you, y/n". You shook your head on his chest, hands are now reaching his back to hold him with the same hesitation. "I just- I don't know if we can still work --if we can still work on us." You start to sob from your own thoughts, "I can't- continue like this. It was too painful and lonely for me. Is it too much to ask, to contact me for once in a while ?", words jumbled from sobbing and you still try to catch your breath. Your face now looks up for his. You looked miserable and the same goes with Atsumu, his face painted with remorse.

Looking into your eyes, there he realized how much he has been taking you for granted. You've always been supportive, one of the biggest mental support behind his successful career. Never protest for his tight schedule and for his bunch of fangirls, because you always trust him. Now he remembers how he neglects your call and chats, instead proudly saying that he has a very understanding girlfriend when his teammates mentioned you. But things are getting ugly and uglier when you realize you've been piling up things: your feeling for not being a priority and being neglected. "I'm sorry", is all that comes from his mouth. He knows it was unforgivable, he was being a jerk, and he couldn't fix it instantaneously. "I promise to work harder on this --I mean to put more effort on --on us", words trembling, Atsumu would fully understand if you choose to break up with him instead, but he can't imagine how his world going to be without you in.

"Okay", seeing his determination you answer him with your hoarse voice but it is enough to let Atsumu knows that you won't leave him -at least if he didn't mess up things again. So with a "Thank you" and "I love you", he promised to himself to treat you like you should be, to give you everything that you've deserved. The burden in your heart feels lifted and you caressed his cheek in the most loving way. His eyes look like he almost crying and you know now, it's going to be okay because you're not the only one who is willing to work on this relationship. You reach for his face with no hesitation anymore, hands hanging on his nape while he's securing your waist, you two locking lips with the same flutter in both chests just like years ago. "Then, please let me know what can I do to make up to you?", Atsumu holds you close like he doesn't want to lose you again. "Call me once a day" "Uhmm, then?" "Chat me about your day and your upcoming schedule" "Uhmm, any other things?" "I want kisses and cuddles", you give Atsumu a pout which he found really adorable. He peppered your faces with kisses, "Anything, anything you want princess" giggles following his words. The entire day is well spent by cuddling and kissing your boyfriend. And Miya Atsumu promised, the next time he makes you cry will be the happy one when he decides to propose to you, soon.

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[whiteqnn]

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Summary: Sean invites one of his good friends - Y/N - to play with him and the group. She has a lot of fun with them, but at the same time is too oblivious, too nice, and too pure to notice that one particular Among Us player has taken a liking to her the moment he heard her voice...

Notes: Hello everyone! This is the very first time I’m publishing something bigger in here, I’m honestly still figuring out how Tumblr works, even though I’ve had this account for quite some time now 😅. That being said, please don’t expect anything super impressive. I tried my best though just so you know. 🥺

A/N- It didn’t turn out as I expected, but I really hope at least some of you find it enjoyable :(

Y/C/N - your channel name

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PURE [1]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix asked, as the number of players still showed just 7 of them. They could just start now, but the game would be way more fun with a full lobby. 

“Yeah, Lily’s joining. I just texted her the code, so she should be here at any moment.” Sykkuno replied after receiving a text message from the said girl. “Oh, and Corpse also said he’d be joining soon.” 

“Great. Anyone else?”

 “I think Jack was also bringing someone, right?” Dave asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I have one coming, she’ll join us in a few” the asked man replied at the same moment Lily’s character appeared in the lobby. 

“Who you’re bringing Jack?” 

“Y/N” he said, causing Felix to gasp in shock and yell into his mic:

“How the fuck did you manage to convince her? I’ve been bugging her about this game for the past week and she always had some excuse!” 

“What can I say, my charm is irresistible” Jack replied nonchalantly, causing everyone in the lobby to laugh at his fake deep voice.

The number of participants changed to 9, as a little black astronaut with horns on his helmet appeared in the lobby. 

“Corpse, you’re here!” Rae’s character ran up to the man, circling him excitedly. 

“Hey man!”

“What’s up, Corpse?”

“Hello everyone” his deep voice sounded out “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“All good man, we’re still waiting for one person.” Felix reassured him “Sean, why is she not here yet? Are you sure you’ve sent her the right code?”

“Of course I am!” he all but shouted at Felix “And about that, she just texted me to give her a few more minutes and that we should start without her.”

“We can just wait, right?” Lily offered, earning a few hums of approval from the others.

“I think it might take a little longer than a few minutes, she has some problems with her microphone.”

“Who are you guys talking about?” Corpse asked, completely unaware of who Jack was referring to.

“Wait, Jack, you mean Y/N from Y/C/N?” Sykkuno asked suddenly, only then realizing why this name sounded familiar

“Yeah, the one and only” Jack replied, a smile evident in his voice.

“Oh my god, I love her videos!” Rae exclaimed at that “She’s so funny and sweet!”

“Yeah! Her new video is so freaking cute, I wish she’d upload more often.” Poki agreed. 

“Right?” Jack said, clearly very proud of his friend. “But don’t let that sweet demeanor fool you guys cause she’s one of the best players I’ve encountered in this game.”

“That’s true, she’s a secret big brain genius” Toast confirmed, making Pewdiepie gasp once again. 

“wHAT??YOU TWO PLAYED WITH HER?!” Felix’s offended voice boomed through everyone’s headphones “HOW DARE YOU. HOW COULD YOU NOT INVITE ME?!” 

“That’s for not inviting me to your latest Cringe episode!” Jack was quick to respond, making others in the lobby laugh at their mini fight. 

“Oh, so that’s where I recognized her from!” Sykkuno nearly shouted when he finally put two and two together. “I can’t wait to meet her, she seems like a really nice person.”

“She is! When she got impostor for the first time she refused to kill me” Toast explained, earning himself a couple of Aww’s from his friends. “So we just ran around the emergency button until I called the meeting and voted her off.”

“Yeah, only to be her first victim in the next game.” Jack all but giggled, clearly very amused at the memory of Y/N going into a full berserk mode. No one except for him and Toast knew how good she really was at this game... 

“She’s basically the wolf in sheep’s skin” Felix concluded with a chuckle “Very soft wolf, however.”

“She’s like the complete opposite of Corpse, both in voice and personality” Jack suddenly said, making Felix laugh wholeheartedly at something only two of them understood at the moment. 

“I don’t know how should I take that” Corpse admitted with a chuckle. He remained silent for most of the conversation since he didn’t really know who the guys were talking about. But he would lie if he said he wasn’t intrigued by this girl at least in the slightest. Although he heard about her channel, he hasn’t seen any of her videos, so he didn’t really know what to expect. But hearing what gamers like Sean and Felix said about her, he knew he’s not gonna be disappointed once the girl joins them in the game. 

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N talking.” Felix said suddenly with a seemingly very amused voice.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N both being Impostors” Toast said, which resulted in many of them shouting over each other at how crazy that would be. 

“Alright, now that you mention this I start fearing the moment two of them meet” Jack confessed with loud laughter following the sentence. Corpse chuckled deeply under his breath, at the same time glancing at the questions his audience was asking him in his stream. He could hardly read any, as there were quite a lot of people asking, so all he saw was just a bunch of comments moving at the speed of light in his chat. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he was slightly nervous, seeing the growing number of people watching his stream. It was still a rather new thing to him, and he feared he'd say something inappropriate, or just make a complete idiot out of himself. 

"At least no one can see me..." he mumbled under his breath after muting his microphone. 

"Oh! Y/N just texted me! She's joining the call right now!" 

"Fuck yeah!" Felix shouted excitedly "Just so you know Jack, I won't forget that you two played without me."

"Uh-oh. Is that a threat? Are you threatening me now?" 

"It's a warning" Felix replied, receiving a series of gasps from other players. "If I get impostor, you're the first one on my list."

"Okay, everyone heard that! You know who to vote off when I'm dead!" 

"It's so cool to play with someone new, I wonder if she's as good as you guys depict her" Sykkuno spoke up, but before anyone could answer his question, a new character popped up in the lobby.

*** 

"Hi everyone! I’m sorry I left you just like that, but this stream would be completely useless without me being able to answer your questions. Fortunately it wasn’t anything serious, I just had to readjust my mic and go through the settings to find what was wrong. Took some time, but here I am now!” Y/N chirped into her microphone, smiling apologetically at her webcam. At the moments like this, she really appreciated how supportive her audience was. No one was hating on her when she had to get off the stream for a couple of minutes, and everyone was just so understanding that it made her heart melt. Perhaps her audience wasn’t very big, but it felt almost like a second family to her. 

“Anyway, as you already know from my twitter, today I’ll be playing Among Us with my friends and their friends! I can’t wait if I’m being honest, last time I played this game was so much fun, and there was only a few of us.” she admitted with a genuine smile on her face. “Let’s just text Sean now so we can get into the lobby...”

Y/N: Ready to play with you guys ^^

Jackaboy: Great! You got that mic fixed already? 

Y/N: Yes, everything is fine. I’m sorry you had to wait so long.

Jackaboy: It’s all good kiddo, no worries. I’ll call you and send you the code in a sec. 

Y/N: Perfect, thank you Sean :)

Jackaboy: Btw, everyone can’t wait to meet you ;-)Y/N stared at the screen for a moment, only now, seconds before joining the group, realizing how nervous she felt. From Sean’s tweets she saw earlier, she figured that the lobby was right now full of many famous streamers, those she wouldn’t even compare herself to. It’s not that she thought of herself very low, but... being among such youtube celebrities like them made her panic a little bit. She didn’t want to look like a complete fool amongst them. 

Playing or recording with Sean and Felix was something else because she knew those guys for years (and yet still sometimes found herself thinking how lucky she got to be able to call them her friends). She felt good in their company, not worrying about choosing the right words. But amongst the rest of the players, she knew only Toast and talked with Rae maybe once in her life... 

What if the rest won’t like her? 

Y/N cleared her throat, realizing that she was still staring at her phone like hypnotized and her audience was already asking her what’s going on. She quickly typed in the code Sean had texted her and readjusted her headphones, before joining the discord chat.

“THERE SHE IS” screamed Sean, making her grin from ear to ear, hearing how excited he was “Little wonderchild!”

“I think you meant little TRAITOR” Felix corrected him with a scoff. A silence settled in the lobby as everyone was waiting for Y/N to speak up.

“Um... hello everyone..” she said softly, almost inaudibly, a sudden wave of shyness taking over her. “I’m Y/N” 

“Oh, you were right about that Corpse thing!” replied another, also very soft and very sweet voice, and Y/N saw the image of someone named Lily pop up. “It’s like the exact opposite!” 

“See? Told ya. Everyone, meet Y/N/N, the little angel from Y/C/N.” 

“Hey Y/N!”

“Hi there!”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“H-Hi, so great to meet you, Y/N!” a very friendly sounding voice said, and a little lime astronaut with the name Sykkuno above it started running around her. “Can’t wait to play with you!”

“That’s so nice, thank you” she replied with a wide smile on her face, moving around his character as well. “I can’t wait to play with you too, actually with all you guys. It’s so great to be here with you.”

“Jack I swear she’s the cutest little thing I’ve ever heard. Where the hell did you find her?!” Poki all but yelled at the man, making Y/N giggle to herself and in-process loosen up a little bit. They all seemed like someone she’d happily be friends with. 

“Or rather, where do you get one?” someone else commented, making them all burst into laughter, Y/N included. 

“Guys, what did I say about that sweet demeanor...” Jack said after calming down from his fit “Don’t put your guard down just because she sounds like that!”

“Wait- what did you tell them about me?” Y/N asked confused, the tone of her voice making him laugh even more “Jack!”

“Don’t worry, only the good stuff” a very deep, low voice spoke up, leaving her taken aback for a moment. Her eyes widened slightly and she glanced at the name of that person, reading out CORPSE. Now that’s something she didn’t expect... 

“Corpse, mind your manners! You didn’t even introduce yourself!” 

“Oh, shit- yeah, sorry. Um, I’m Corpse, it’s very nice to meet you Y/N” he replied right after, making her lip corners curl up into a smile. 

“Nice to meet you too Corpse, you have a really pleasant voice.” she spoke sweetly, completely unaware of the chaos that was taking place in her stream chat. She didn’t even think of it the way her audience did, she just simply spoke up her mind, and being an incredibly nice person - turned it into a compliment.

“Oh- wow. I mean, thank you so much. I love your voice too, it’s really sweet” he replied, nervously chuckling at the end, before muting his mic. It was, however, enough for Felix and Sean to start teasing him, as the two immediately screamed:

“SIIIMP!!!”

“It’s the voice Felix, I told you he’d fall into her trap!” 

“Wait- he was just being nice, guys! Stop making fun of him” Y/N immediately defended the man, trying to speak up over the hysterical laughter of the other players. 

“Oh my god, but what if they both get impostors and they both pull the voice cards on us?!” Rae managed to yell through all the noise, making Y/N even more confused.

“Wait, what? What do you mean? I don’t understand.” 

“Don’t worry Y/N, that’s how I feel all the time around them.” Sykkuno seemed to be the only one who heard her question, as the rest continued their gabbing without giving her as much as a glance. 

“Alright, let’s start the game maybe. I might have a few old scores to settle” Toast cleared his throat theatrically, his astronaut coming face to face with Y/N’s. 

“Oh, you mean me? I thought I already apologized!” she replied frantically. “You gave me no choice Toast, I didn’t even want to kill you in the first place...”

“BUT YOU DID. IN THE VERY FIRST ROUND” 

“I’m sorry!” 

“Alright, enough! Toast, just don’t kill her right away, okay? Let her run around the map, fearing for her life for a moment.” Y/N gasped upon hearing Jack’s words, clearly sensing the smirk behind his voice. 

“Wha- Jack?! Since when are you against me?!” 

“Don’t worry Y/N, I won’t let them hurt you. You haven’t played with us yet, I’ll protect you.” 

��Oh, thank you so much Sykkuno! I’ll protect you too!” 

“Great. Another one simping...” was Felix’s last words, before the game began. 

Y/N sighed in relief upon seeing the word crewmate forming on her screen, but at the same time feared Toast’s inevitable revenge. She thought they'd already buried the hatchet, but it seemed that he was desperate to make her pay for the last time they played together. 

“Aw, Sykkuno was serious” she mumbled with a smile, when his lime astronaut started circling her white one, so she would follow him. “Okay, let’s do some tasks.”

They both made their way towards the medbay, Sykkuno patiently waiting nearby as she did the scan, then Y/N waiting for him to do the same. The moment his little character stepped towards her, a meeting was called by none other than Felix.

“What happened?” Rae asked.

“I called the meeting because I’m afraid of Jack” he responded, causing everyone to laugh. “Seriously though! Dude’s been following me around the whole time.”

“I was just making sure nobody kills you.”

“Yeah don’t go all Sykkuno on me!” Felix screamed, making the call erupt into even more laughter. 

“Alright, are we skipping?” 

“Yeah.”

“Guys, my life is in danger!” Felix wouldn’t give up. “Come on, show some support! Y/N? You played with him, you know his techniques!” 

“Sorry Felix” Y/N giggled, clicking the skip button. 

When the next round began, Sykkuno was quick to join Y/N on her way towards admin, where they both found Poki doing the upload. They did the card swipe and left her there, when the lights suddenly went off.

“Uh-oh. Let’s head the opposite direction, Sykkuno” the girl murmured, dancing around his character and heading towards Comms instead of going to Electrical. It was the easiest way to die, after all. 

Once they entered the room and waited for someone to fix the lights, Y/N could see another figure appear in the same location. She couldn’t recognize whose character it was, but upon seeing the horns on the helmet she smiled to herself.

“Hey there, Corpse” she said, walking up to the black astronaut, who was standing still in the same place as if he was just watching her and Sykkuno run around Comms instead of doing their tasks. 

They stood like that for a couple of seconds until Corpse turned around and ran away, and that’s when the first body was reported. 

“Oh no, Jack!” 

“Poor guy. He’s gonna haunt us now.”

“Where’s the body?” 

“Navigation” replied Rae, who was the one to find Sean’s green astronauts’ body “Didn’t see anyone around, but I’m pretty sure someone just vented right in front of my eyes...”

“Any suspicions?” Toast asked.

“Um, not really sure, it was the exact same moment the lights went off. I was doing tasks with Jack and then he just died. I only saw the vent close, nothing or no one else.”

“Okay, where are you guys right now?” 

“I’m in admin with Dave, we only passed Poki when we got there.” Lily’s voice sounded out, quickly being joined by Poki’s explanation.

“Yeah, I was finishing the upload when you guys came in, Y/N and Sykkuno saw it”

“Did you see her?” Toast asked, addressing his question towards the white and lime astronauts. 

“Yes, we were doing the card swipe before going to Comms. Corpse joined us for a moment and then left.”

“Yeah, I was on my way to fix the lights when I stumbled upon them in Comms, the body was reported the exact moment I left.”

“Can someone confirm this? I mean, did someone see you besides the two of them?” Toast continued his questioning. 

“I think I only saw Felix in Medbay.”

“Hmm, so no one really knows where you were this whole time. You could easily lure Jack into Navigation and kill him there. Is that what you did, Corpse?”

“Woah, that’s some serious accusation” Corpse replied in his usual, low and calm voice. “Where were you Toast? You seem the only one who still doesn’t have an alibi”

“Neither does Felix.” Y/N spoke innocently, and the mentioned man quickly started his explanation.

“Okay, I was with Jack at the beginning but he clearly can’t confirm this since someone snapped his fucking neck. We’ve split up in O2 after doing our tasks and then he must’ve gone with Rae. I just wandered around the map, escaping from the death.”

“Hmm, so not only were you one of the last people to see him alive, but you also admit to not doing your tasks” Y/N said, trying her best to keep her voice steady and stop herself from laughing. She was sure Sykkuno was doing the same thing, they both refused to do any tasks after the lights went off, after all.

“Yeah, but does that already makes me an Imposter? I’m just scared for my life, that’s all.”

“Y/N has some good logic, but I’m not really sure it’s Pewds. I mean, I saw him in Medbay and he really seemed to be just jogging around.” Corpse said, his voice almost immediately doing its magic, as people more or less willingly agreed to skip this round as well. 

“I think it’s Felix. I mean, I haven’t played with him yet, but I have this feeling that he’s just acting.” Y/N said to her chat after muting herself. She went towards Weapons to do another task, seeing Sykkuno’s little character follow her once again, but the doors were suddenly locked and his lime astronaut remained in Cafeteria. “Oh no, Sykkuno” she sighed with a pout on her face, deciding against waiting for him and risking getting her neck snapped. She finished her task in Weapons and moved towards another location, when suddenly Corpse appeared in front of her, coming right out of nowhere. 

“Oh- Corpse, you scared me to death” Y/N breathed a laugh, watching as his character stood still for a couple of seconds, before circling around her white astronaut. Y/N nodded her head with a smile, even though he couldn’t see her, and followed him in Shields, where they found Poki’s dead body. 

“The body is in Shields” Y/N replied right after reporting the body, only to gasp in shock when she realized more than one person was killed. Red crosses decorated not only Poki’s name but were also visible next to Dave and Lily. 

“What the hell?!” Felix all but yelled into his mic, obviously shocked just like everyone else who was still alive. 

“Now that’s... a lot of bodies” Sykkuno mumbled under his breath. 

“Alright, who’s in Shields? Y/N, you said you found the body there, which one?”

“Poki’s, Corpse was there with me” her reply was followed by his short and low hum. 

“Sykkuno, where are you? I didn’t see you anywhere since the last round.” Felix asked, clearly accusing the lime astronaut of being a murderer. 

“I was... doing the wires in electrical, Toast was there for a moment as well.”

“Yeah but I was only searching for the body, so I saw you maybe for a second” Toast replied, building even more suspicions around Sykkuno.

“But- guys, you know I wouldn’t kill two people in one round, let alone four of them.”

“No one says you did that, I only mentioned that you were nowhere to be seen. You could’ve been sabotaging the map for the other Impostor” Felix said nonchalantly.

“Guys, I-”

“It’s him! It must be him!” Rae shouted through her mic. 

“Sykkuno is 100% innocent, I can vouch for him” Y/N’s voice sounded out in everyone’s headphones “We were together since the start of the game and he didn’t kill me, even though he had quite a number of chances to do so.”

“Weren’t you with Corpse this time?” Felix asked suspiciously.

“I was! But at the beginning, I was with Sykkuno, until someone locked him in Cafeteria. That’s when we split up.”

“And you haven’t seen him ever since?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Then I can assure you it was only a matter of time before he’d stab you in the back” Toast concluded, making Sykkuno gasp in confusion.

“Wha- No, I would never do that! Y/N is our guest, I was just making sure she was okay!”

“Sykkuno, simping won’t save your life right now” 

“Wha- I- Guys!” he tried to stutter out some logical explanation “Y/N, don’t believe them!”

“I don’t, I know you’re innocent! C’mon guys, he wouldn’t do it!” 

“Yeah yeah, let’s kick him out. Corpse, who are you voting?” Toast asked, and Y/N could see the I voted sign next to his character. 

“I kinda feel like Felix tries to shift the blame onto Sykkuno. He didn’t even tell his location, and was already throwing accusations on someone else.” Corpse replied after a moment, making the smile widen on Y/N’s face. Someone was finally on her side! 

“That’s because he can’t even explain himself!” Felix exclaimed, voting as well. 

“Besides, I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for whoever locked that door, Y/N would be dead as well!” 

“No, I told you I-!”

“Guys, we have ten seconds to vote. Rae?” 

“I think it’s him as well. He was acting suspiciously since we started this round. I vote Sykkuno”

“But..!” 

“No, Sykkuno...” Y/N whispered with a pout on her lips, when she saw the number of people who voted for her lime friend. 

Sykkuno was ejected. 

“Alright, I’m pretty sure it’s Felix. I saw Rae multiple times and she didn’t kill me, Toast also doesn’t act very Impostor like, but maybe that’s just one of his strategies... Corpse is with me again, I don’t think that’s him, I mean, he followed me around last round, but still didn’t do anything, and even vouched for me and Sykkuno when we were both clearly chilling in comms. It can’t be him... right?” 

 Dead body reported.

 “I just saw Corpse kill Toast, then vent!” Rae’s voice blared through Y/N’s headphones, as she looked in shock at the red cross next to Toast’s name. If not him, then..?

“What?” the accused man asked calmly “That’s a self-report, she’s trying to frame me. You guys can’t possibly believe her.”

“I believe her. I saw you enter the Electrical with Toast, then he’s suddenly dead” Felix said. 

“That’s because she vented in there and killed him.”

“No! I swear, Y/N/N you have to believe me!” she directed her words towards the girl who remained silent during their discussion, processing her accusations over and over in her head. “I was fixing the wires, Toast was doing another task, and then boom! I see Corpse snapping his neck!”

“How could you see that if the lights were off?” Y/N suddenly asked, making Rae cut her own sentence off “No one went to fix them, they were off the entire round.”

Silence. 

“It’s Rae, it must be her” Corpse couldn’t help but laugh wholeheartedly at how small was the mistake which completely blew Rae’s cover. “We’re voting Rae, right Y/N?”

“No! Guys, I mean, let me explain, I-!”

Rae was ejected. 

“Now that was something I didn’t expect. I would’ve never thought it was her, I even suspected that Sykkuno might really have been the other Impostor, but now... It’s just me, Corpse, and Felix. I’m clear, clearly, so it must be one of them. And since Corpse protected me for the past few rounds, there’s no other option than...”

Her eyes suddenly widened when the realization hit her, and she quickly turned around to speed towards the emergency button. Fortunately, no one was around to stop her from calling the meeting.

“Felix.” Y/N started, trying to contain her excitement and sound seriously “Where were you when Sean was killed?”

Neither Corpse of Felix said a word, as it was probably the last question they expected her to ask. Felix cleared his throat, however, and finally replied:

“Y/N, that was literally the beginning of a game. How am I supposed to remember what I did then?”

“Well” she said nonchalantly “I, for example, clearly remember the things you said even when we were in the lobby.”

“What are you implying?” 

“Wasn’t it you, who told everyone that Sean was your number one if you get Impostor?” she asked with a wicked smile on her face. Felix was dumbfounded, he obviously didn’t expect her to pull that card on him, hell, he didn’t even know how she knew about it since she wasn’t even in the call at the time. 

“FELIX” Corpse suddenly broke the silence, simultaneously breaking the said man from his train of thoughts. 

“Okay, first of all- YOU WEREN’T EVEN IN THE CALL WHEN I SAID THAT” he yelled through his mic, making both Y/N and Corpse laugh, as it only confirmed their suspicions. 

“See? You only proved my point.” 

“Oh, fuck’s sake- I was just joking okay?!” he tried to defend himself, but hearing how he couldn’t even contain his own laughter anymore, it was clear he already accepted the defeat. “It wasn’t serious, god damn it!” 

“You know what to do, Y/N” Corpse’s voice asked through her headphones, and surely, she knew exactly what to do.

“C’mon Y/N, that’s not fair! At least let me explain myself!” 

“Bye Felix” she said in an overly dramatic tone before Corpse voted as well. 

Soon enough, the sign VICTORY could be seen on her screen, which made her squeak and joy. This game was really fun, even though she was so scared of being killed first. 

“I knew it! I knew you would figure out it’s him! That son of a bitch who murdered me!” Jack basically yelled out, clearly very happy about the result. 

“Y/N, seriously now, how did you know I’ve said that?” Felix asked without even hiding his surprised tone.

“Let’s just say I might’ve stolen some of your viewers, Felix” she admitted, winking at her webcam, a new wave of comments landing on her chat. “Thanks guys!” 

“Okay, that is rude and not fair!” 

“It helped me win, so I’ve got nothing else to say” Y/N grinned from ear to ear, before muting herself for a moment to finally answer some of the questions from her chat, while the rest took a quick break to eat something or go to the bathroom.

She was halfway through telling the story of how she met Sean when she noticed she got a message from a private discord chat. 

CORPSE: That was really impressive :)

Y/N smiled to herself upon seeing his text and quickly typed out the answer. 

Y/N: Thanks!! I wouldn’t have done that without you though, you stood up for me and Sykkuno and all

Y/N: Also, thanks for protecting me from being murdered ^^

CORPSE: No problem, I knew you were innocent right away. 

CORPSE: Anyway, good game, Sean was right saying that you’re one of the best players

She couldn’t help the blush that arose on her cheeks, it was very sweet of him to say that, even though she didn’t actually do much except for exposing Felix. 

Y/N: I wasn’t an Impostor though, so you didn’t really see much :)

She watched the three dots beside his name, that signaled he was still texting. The chat was completely forgotten, but people seemed to quickly notice that small, shy smile on her lips, and the pink tint decoring her cheeks.

CORPSE: Okay, now I’m intrigued... 

Y/N: Maybe we’ll both be Impostors one day ^^

CORPSE: Can’t wait for that to happen.

Soon enough, they returned to the lobby to begin another game. Y/N glanced at her chat for a second, and the moment she returned her eyes to the game, her jaw basically dropped. 

IMPOSTOR was written in bold letters in the middle of the red screen, right above her name.

Corpse’s little character was standing beside her. 

[beels-burger-babe]

A Little Voice Told Me - Pt.2

Poly! MC Summary: Words hurt and leave their scars. MC learns this the hard way after hearing some not-so-nice whispers about them while on a date with Beel. How are they supposed to be the partner of the seven lords of the Devildom when they just don't measure up? Part 1: HERE, Part 3: HERE ***Good Golly!! Y'all really like the angst, huh? Here you guys go. Cry your hearts out and enjoy! - B*** Beelzebub woke up the rest of his brothers early the next morning. While most of them attempted to flip him off or threaten him at the initial disturbance, all it took was him saying that they needed to talk about you for them to shoot out of bed. In a matter of minutes, all of them, except Levi, were seated around the breakfast table. "If we're talking about MC, why aren't they here?" Satan asked while poking at a piece of fruit. "I don't know about you, but I personally don't feel right talking about them behind their back." Belphie scoffed and laid his head in his arms. "It's not like we're gossiping about them or anything. They were acting off last night, and Beel thought we should discuss what we're gonna do about it." Beel nodded, "They pulled into themself halfway through the night, and was upset but kept brushing me off whenever I tried to talk to them about it." Mammon huffed and crossed his arms. "Maybe they just didn't feel like they could talk to ya about it," he rose to his feet and began to walk towards the door. "I'm the first! I'm sure I can get it out of them, easy peasy! I'll just head in there and-" "Mammon, sit down!" Lucifer hissed. Mammon grumbled under his breath but did as told. Lucifer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "We've talked about this. Stop bringing up the whole 'first man' thing. MC is in a relationship with all of us. Not just you." The second-born pouted and stabbed an egg with his fork.

Lucifer rolled his eyes at his brother's antics and looked back at Beel. "Something clearly happened during the date. Do you have any ideas at all at what it could've been?" Asmodeus stirred a swirly straw around in his drink. "I mean, I would be pretty upset if I spent three hours of my evening at a barbaric sporting event too," Asmo chuckled and smirked. "The only good thing about sports is that you get to see all those rippling muscles of the athletes in action." Beel scowled at his brother took a bite out of the omelet that was on his plate. "It wasn't because of the game. MC loves coming to my Fangol games and was having a blast with me until halftime. Something had to have happened while I was gone." Asmodeus opened his mouth to counter the statement when Leviathan came rushing into the room carrying his laptop. Lucifer raised an eyebrow at the sight, "What have I told you about devices at the table?" Leviathan shot him an annoyed look as he plopped down in one of the chairs. "This isn't about table etiquette. This is about MC," he looked over at Beel and Belphie. "I think I have an idea on what may have caused them to start distancing themselves." Everyone perked up in interest at the news; each one of them eager to know what was distressing their loved one so much that they felt like they couldn't talk to them. "Well are you going to tell us, or are you just going to sit there?" Satan quipped, his anger beginning to get the better of him as he sat on the edge of his seat. Levi gave him a flat look before he typed a few things on his keyboard. "I was doing a raid last night trying to keep my mind off of what might've happened with MC and decided to ask my party members about it," Leviathan's expression darkened as he began to explain. It was clear to everyone that whatever was said, wasn't taken lightly by the otaku. Rather than reading the conversation out loud, he turned his laptop screen for all his brothers to see. Leviachan: Gaaah! I just can't focus on the game tonight. My partner came back from a date tonight and has been acting kind of sus. There's definitely something bothering them, but they refuse to tell anyone. Ruri-Chans-Husbando: Dude, you're talking about that stupid human right? Why are you even with them? You shouldn't give a Normie like them the time of day. Waifu-Addict: Exactly! Listen, we've all been talking and you need to drop that whore. They're totally just using you and your brothers for your titles and power. The demons read in horror and rage as the chat room filled with messages from the members of Leviathan's party all saying similar garbage about you and degrading you in every way they could think of. Satan stood up and began to pace near the table as he used every inch of his self-control to keep himself from lashing out. "I want names, Levi. Who are they and why do they seem to think it's okay to talk about MC like- like that?!" Satan snarled as he curled his hands into fists. Levi tsked and crossed his arms, as Lucifer took the laptop to look more closely at the messages. "You say that as if I haven't already used my 'title and power' as Grand Admiral to have my men collect and imprison them. They're at the navy base waiting for us to get our hands on them as soon as we sort this whole mess out." Belphie growled, now sitting up and wide awake. "Get our hands on them is right. No one gets away with this shit," Asmodeus glared at the computer as though it had just dyed all of his clothing brown. "Rotten brats. They're all just jealous of stunning MC. Ugh, Diavolo, haters are the worst." Beel pushed his plate away from himself as he frowned deeply. "As disgusting and horrible as this is, what does it have to do with MC getting all quiet during our date?" A low rumble came from Lucifer as he handed the laptop back to Levi. A fiery hatred was burning brightly in his eyes as he gritted his teeth. "If a bunch of anti-social shut-ins are going around talking about our dearest MC like this, I believe Leviathan's point is that others probably are."

"Ouch. I wasn't going to say it l-like that, but yes," Levi winced and continued, "MC probably overheard people saying something about them. I mean, if people said that crap about me I'd probably hide in my room and not come out for months!" Mammon, who had been surprisingly quiet during all of this, had a very serious expression on his face. "Right, and we don't want MC to go through that. For Diavolo's sake, they've left alone to overthink this enough," Mammon stood up and headed towards the door again, Satan hot on his trail. "I'm going up to there to talk with them. Ya'll are welcome to come with, but you ain't stoppin' me." "Actually, Mammon, you're not. We should wait until MC comes to us," Lucifer interrupted. An animalistic snarl tore its way from Satan's throat as what little self-control he had snapped. Wrath incarnate lunged himself at Lucifer, grabbing his older brother by the collar of his cloak. "Are you serious, Lucifer?! You're seriously putting your stupid pride first, now?!? MC needs us!" Lucifer growled and pushed Satan off of him as he stood to size him up. "No. What they need is to not feel pressured to open up when they aren't ready! We can't make them feel like they can't come to us!" Mammon scoffed from where he stood in the back. "Oh, cause that's perfect logic! News flash, oh wise one, They ain't gonna come to us if they're thinkin' they're a burden! But you wouldn't know anything about that would you?!" Lucifer's eyes widen and he took a step back in shock at the statement. "What is that supposed to mean?" Mammon and Satan both opened their mouths to put Lucifer in his place when Beel all of sudden cleared his throat loudly. All three of the angry demons turned to snap at him but froze as they saw you standing in the room behind them. They instantly straightened themselves up gave you their full attention. The air seemed to lay still between you as everyone waited for the other to make the first move. As with almost every situation, it was Mammon who broke the silence. He took a step towards you. "MC, I was just coming to get you actually. There's somethin' we all wanna talk to you about." They could hear your breath catch in your throat as you took a step back. Panic filled your eyes the moment the words left his mouth. "O-Oh. I, um, I was actually just going to grab an apple and then head off to RAD for class. M-Maybe we can talk afterwards?" Satan frowned as you walked past him towards the fruit bowl. "MC, it's the weekend." You stopped mid-step. An uncomfortable tension filled the room as the obvious excuse was exposed. The brothers waited for you to move, to speak, to do something to give them any sort of sign for what you wanted them to do, but you just stood there, still like a statue except for the tremors in your hand. "Come on, Darling," Asmodeus spoke softly. His face clearly showed the hurt and concern that was coursing through him. "Everything's alright, I promise. We just need to talk about a few things." The brothers had thought of a number of ways you could've reacted to them confronting you. Lucifer thought that perhaps you would snap at them and distance yourself further. Mammon, Levi, and Asmo expected a few small tears followed by a cuddle session. Satan imagined a slightly more dramatic telling, like something from one of his novels, that ended him being your hero and massacring all those who dared speak ill about you. Beel thought perhaps you could talk over a bunch of comfort foods that allowed you to remain calm and feel safe. Belphie had hoped that perhaps you hadn't believed what you overheard, and the two of you could laugh at how idiotic even the idea of them not loving you was. But you, breaking down into tears, sobbing the words "I'm sorry" over and over again? None of them had expected, nor were prepared, for that. ***Apparently this is now going to be a three-part series. This part was interesting to write. I fully believe that if the brothers were in a poly relationship with the MC they would definitely bicker and argue about

who knows MC best and who had the better date whenever MC isn't around. Honestly, they probably have a score chart 😅 I hope you guys liked part 2! Keep an eye out for part 3, where MC finally opens up to the boys and we have some hurt/comfort times \uwu/ ***

[en-hale-archives]

Me with You ~~

pairing ⑅ bestfriend!Jake x fem!reader

genre ⑅ friends to lovers, fluff, slow dancing, suggestive/smut

words/read time ⑅ 3.9k/12-19 mins

warnings ⑅ 18+ content, light cussing

synopsis ⑅ Jake is back in his hometown to spend time with his closest friend. During some fun and frivolous dancing, things start to heat up...

author's note ⑅ I’m really proud of how this story turned out. I'm not a huge fan of second person, so I wrote in first, but if anyone asks, I can copy and post again in second person. It's more fluff than anything, but it does get a bit steamier towards the end, so I’m just going to go ahead and put a warning.

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When the back door finally slammed shut and the cacophony of barks faded down the street, I could finally let out my sigh of relief that I had been holding in since this morning. I tapped on my phone. How many days had we been watching Mrs. Chen’s pets? And just how was I able to put up with hours of barking, the smell of fresh turd lying across the lawn, and dog walks till dark? Including their rigorous feeding times and bathroom breaks -- I’m surprised I haven’t exploded yet.

I had so much planned the minute they left my house, but instead, the sudden silence felt all too relaxing and I laid my head against the cold countertop. I could finally stop stressing, stop thinking, and stop worrying about reprimanding for chewing on my shoes or peeing in the house or the continued barking that never ended. I was free. I felt like I could’ve stayed laid on the countertop forever, drowning in the evening sun. Who knew watching five dogs would take such a burden out of a person. Jake and I had taken on the job of dog sitting for Mrs. Chen while she visited some family in Tokyo. We both switched off every other day; some of the dogs at my house and the others at his; until we realized it would be easier if he just spent the few days at my house as we co-doggy sat. He got up bright and early to take them on their walks while I prepared their highly detailed and specific meals. Then from there, we spent the rest of the day making sure they didn’t run off somewhere or cause too much destruction in the house. But alas, Mrs. Chen came back early from her getaway and picked up Toby, Caleb, Khao, Sofia, and Pickle on her way home. Although I was exhausted from watching 3-foot dogs all day, the pay was amazing for me, and it would help tremendously for all the online classes I was going to be taking next semester.

The warmth of the sun cast a comforting trance over my heavy eyelids, and soon enough I was fast asleep, standing in the middle of the kitchen with the soft sound of nothing surrounding me.

By the time I had fluttered my eyes open, I had realized I was now seated in my dining chair and a large black jacket was placed over my shoulders. I sat up and let out a yawn, wincing at the bright light coming from the tv and shaking my now numb arm awake. I must have been sleeping for a while because the evening sun had turned to pitch of black. The moonlight beamed through the window and danced along with the sways of the large oak tree out front. I stood up and walked over to the refrigerator in which I grabbed two water bottles and some leftover pasta.

I was sure that Jake hadn’t eaten since lunch, seeing as he only ate if someone sat food in front of his face. I dragged my feet up the stairs until I heard the slamming of a book and the fast typing of a keyboard come from the living room. I turned and looked behind me. Jake had settled his things on the coffee table and floor, large books, folders, and several amounts of crumpled up pieces of paper found their way around Jake, himself slouched up against the edge of the couch. He had changed clothes since the last time I had seen him, he now wore a plain blue shirt with grey sweats, his eyebrows furrowed as he worked hard on whatever he was getting at.

“Oh yes, I was starving!” Propping himself up on the couch, he took the plate of pasta. I placed the waters on the coffee table and settled comfortably on the couch beside him.

“I can’t say that I’ve ever seen anybody sleep standing up before. Look,” Jake took his phone off the charger. “I got a picture.” He pushed the screen in my face, and of course, there was my unconscious body laying on the counter, mouth open and all. I playfully pushed it back his way as his face lit up with a smile I was all too familiar with.

“What are you doing down here so late, it’s almost 12 in the morning,” I asked. Jake’s smile disappeared when he was reminded of the work he had been doing seconds before.

He let out a large huff of air. “Trying to get some words on paper but instead it turned into a paper massacre,” he jokingly replied, “sorry for the mess.”

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, taking a swig of water. I was going to ask if he wanted to watch a late-night movie, or pull an all-nighter and talk endlessly until the sun rose, but I could tell by each passing second that Jake was worried about this, and he wanted the time he had now over the summer to work on his music. I wished I was motivated to work on my own music, but unlike Jake, I wasn’t in a globally popular boy band. My complicated best friend for over 10 years had been working his butt off since middle school. It was his annual time to sit back and relax while he had the time to, but instead, he chose to use that time to help watch a bunch of dogs with his hometown bestie. God, I loved him.

Jake pulled himself off the couch and right back onto the floor, leaving the rest of the pasta to me. He picked up his pen again and started scribbling down words as quickly as he could, trying hard not to forget the lyrics that had floated into his head. Until he stopped, closing his eyes for just a split second, and let out a powerful sigh. Crumpling up the sheet, he stacks it on top of the others in frustration and started frantically tapping his pencil against the table.

“Maybe it’s best to just try again in the morning,” I advised, taking a small bite of the pasta that was left by my side.

“How come I’m having such a hard time with this?” He gazed up at me frantically for a clue, as if I had the answer to fix a problem as big and as important as his was. I looked at his doleful eyes and the bags that were starting to grow underneath them. I couldn’t help but think, because I made you sit up and watch a bunch of dogs with me.

“Do you want me to see if I could come up with something?”

“If you want. But, hold on, I think my thoughts are coming back up.” He quickly grabbed another piece of paper, his eyes narrowed in concentration.

I tried my best to keep occupied by watching videos on my phone, but I found myself suddenly bored out of my mind. I laid out on my back and picked up one of Jake’s folders. Briefly looking through it, I couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous at the amount of fan art and letters, praising him and the other members. Followed with that were just more and more engene stuff, full of nothing but kind words and heartfelt messages. Part of me wished that I was able to travel with Jake and see the world like he was. How fun would it be to meet people that praised you? And how cool would it be to see that you had fans? I couldn’t help but plaster on a huge smile as I skimmed through some of the notes until I finally came to one with familiar handwriting.

Remember Me were the words written on the top of the paper in bold and bright colors. But the message written underneath is what caught my attention:

To the person that makes me the luckiest guy in the world, this song is for you. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same, but please just remember me -- it was Jake’s handwriting.

I didn’t feel like I was breaking any crime reading his stuff until this moment, but curiosity killed the cat, and right now I didn’t mind being a feline. I checked to make sure Jake was still busy, and he was, almost like he had teleported into his own world. I quietly turned back to the sheet and started reading. It was about a girl, presumably his crush I’m sure. She was someone important to him, someone who made him love so much that it hurt. But this was far from a happy song, in fact, it was terribly heartbreaking. She didn’t understand his love, she wasn’t able to interpret it like he wanted her to. But he confesses that he was scared of what telling her would do, worried that she wouldn’t feel the same. So instead, it was like he was apologizing, and asking that she forgive him for not being brave enough to tell her, and if he did ever get the courage to, for her to remember him even if she wasn’t able to love him like he wanted her to.

The song ends like how the title began, and I find myself flabbergasted at the beautiful mixes of rhymes and metaphors that read like a poem. This was the first of Jake’s songs that made me feel this way, like I had just finished watching a tragedy movie with Ryan Renolds starring. I blink back the tears that I didn’t realize were forming. How come he never told me this? We never kept secrets from each other, like ever. It never mattered the subject or the severity, we had always promised that we would be open and honest with each other. I wish I would’ve known this sooner, maybe I could’ve saved him from feeling this way. And what girl could it possibly be? I knew for sure I was the only girl he was presumably close to; but was there someone else?

I glanced down at Jake, who was still in a focused state of mind with the pencil in his mouth and mumbling lyrics softly under his breath. I tried picturing my bubbly Jake writing these agonizing words and miserably failed.

Jake looked up at me as if he could feel my gaze on the back of his head. “I think I’ve found the chorus, but it’s the rest of the song I’m not able to get, and how come it’s so hard to find another word that rhymes with severe? Beer? Sphere? Revere? Appear? Gosh, rhyming sucks some serious ass!”

“This song is beautiful.”

Jake furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Huh?”

“This song I found in your folder.” I glanced back at it in my hand. “Remember Me.”

Jake’s gaze leaped from my eyes to the sheet, and I felt his body tense. “Where’d you get that from?”

“I was just going through one of your folders. Did you accidentally get it mixed up in your fan folder? Cause this is -”

“Did you read it?” He interrupted.

“Yeah, and it’s perfect.”

Jake glanced at me for a split second before turning back around, obviously uncomfortable. “I was watching one of those Kdramas you love so much and it inspired me. Could you help me rhyme with severe now?”

I knew Jake like the back of my hand, so I knew continuing on with this conversation would get him upset if he’s clearly avoiding it. But, I wasn’t going to just let him off that quickly. “Jake, come on, you can tell me anything. Who is this about?”

Jake looked back at me with a hint of something in his eyes, something I’ve never seen before, and something I wasn't able to decipher. “Nobody, I was just feeling really inspired, that's it.” His tone had switched from calm to agitated.

I give him my I’m-not-stupid look and he comes back with his own you’re-being-delusional stare. “It’s seriously nobody, truthfully and honestly.”

“Okay, okay I’ll back off.” I could tell he was starting to get defensive, and when he got like that, it took him at least a few hours before returning to normal. I watched Jake's Adam's apple move up and down, a way in which I could tell he knew I was not convinced in the slightest. “Well, sometimes we go through things that can remind us of situations like that, but not necessarily in that same exact context, you know? It has to be amplified for that audience appeal.”

“Okay...but have you ever felt this way before? Not exactly like how it’s written, but maybe somewhere along these lines?”

I thought I was going to get another vague answer, or worse, an aggravated one. But instead Jake looked down at his pencil as he tapped it along his wrist. “...maybe, but I think everyone can connect to the words in some way. I mean, everyone feels some kind of heartbreak in their life, right?” Jake's answer was still pretty vague, but at least I was able to get something out of him.

“Okay, but you know you can tell me anything, like, anything ever because you know that you’ll never actually have to feel this way, right?” I said, maybe too much in a hurry.

“Of course I know that.” He replied, giving one of his awkward grins.

“And if anyone has made you feel this way, then you know you can tell me that too cause there a sucker to lose out on a perfect person like you.” I teased in a sing-song way, poking his shoulder hard. Jake chuckled and poked me back.

A weird silence grew in the room, and Jake went back to trying to find rhyming words. I tried getting back on my phone, but I knew I needed to say something to let go of the tenseness in the air.

“Hey, crystal clear rhymes!”

He leaned his head back and looked up at me. “Nevermind, I give up for tonight.”

I could see the stress that played on his face. “Don’t worry, you’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, but by the time I do, it’ll be too late.”

“What do you mean?”

Jake pulled his knees up to his chest and spoke. “This was going to go on our album comeback that needs to be finished in the next four months. By the time I think of something, it'll be too late and I’ll have to wait until the next four months. But by then, I'll have forgotten. This always happens and I have no idea how the hell to fix it.” I couldn’t tell if he wanted my help or just a bit of comfort.

“Did you try asking the other guys to see if they had any ideas?”

“Yeah, but they’re working on their own parts, I can’t ask them to do this too.”

“I’m sure they’d be willing to help if you asked,” I assured him.

“I know they would, but I just don’t want to. I always ask them for help, I thought being away from the studio and being back home would help my brainstorming abilities.” He gave a weary chuckle that almost sounded like a groan.

“Well, maybe tomorrow will come with better results.” I did my best to give him some motivation, but I could tell I was failing miserably at that too.

Jake watched as a car zoomed past the window, a low bass sounding off as it zoomed away. “I bet it’s easier to just listen to music than to try and come up with it. I remember when I would just blare NCT all day long and jam out in my room. It seemed so much easier back then to come up with stuff than it does now. I miss it.” He took a slight pause before continuing. “ Did you know that song you read was the easiest thing I have written in my life? I remember writing too. I just had this super weird feeling in my chest one day so I basically locked myself in my room and took maybe two hours and just wrote a bunch of words down and connected them to sound like a song. For once my mind had just gone blank and I couldn’t stop thinking and feeling that song, like I knew what it was supposed to sound like, I knew what the lyrics were supposed to mean. I just knew everything. And I miss that feeling, that feeling of like- '' He broke off his sentence when he looked back up to my eyes. It seemed like he was talking more to himself than to me. He swallowed hard and looked back at the pencil still in hand.

“Well, I'm sorry you don’t feel free anymore. I wish there was something I could do to make you feel like that again-”

“No, please don’t feel like that. It’s just something that had just recently started happening, something I really just can’t fix…” His voice gets softer and softer the more he spoke.

“Have you spoken to your manager about it?” I asked. “He’s super nice from what I understand. And he’ll probably have better answers than your friend who can barely play the piano, let alone produce an entire song.”

Jake laughed before I had the chance to. “ See, now you're underestimating yourself. Remember that song from freshman year? The one about-- what was his name, Josh?” Jake teased. I grabbed a pillow and slammed it into the back of his head. “Oh my gosh, I thought we promised we’d never bring it up again!”

Jake chuckled and laid his arm on the couch completely turning towards me. “How about we sneak out and go get ice cream and try to not wake up your mom in the process?”

I suddenly jumped to my feet when I have the perfect idea on how to cheer up the gloomy Mr. Shim. “Or, we could do something even better!”

“Urgh!” Jake groaned.

I grabbed my phone and hooked it up to the speaker. I was going to turn on his hit song Drunk-Dazed as a joke, but Jake needed this break from his career, so instead, I crunk up Beyonce as loud as it could go without disturbing my mom who slept upstairs. I turn back to Jake and reach out for his hands, already moving my hips to the music.

He shook his head and threw it back onto the couch as if throwing a temper tantrum. “I literally dance for a living.”

“Okay but this will be different, I promise.” I grabbed the piles of papers on the ground and threw them in the trash, I then pushed the coffee table near the wall and piled his folders and books neatly on top.

“Come on, cowboy!” I grabbed his hands and helped him up. He was reluctant to get up, but he threw one last groan before standing on his feet.

“This will get the brain juices flowing again!” I told him. I go back to my phone and switch it to one of my favorite Beyonce songs that she covered, At Last.

I sang dramatically to get Jake to smile, and luckily, it worked. I placed both my hands over his shoulders and swayed us back and forth, still miming the song as overly exaggerated as I could. Jake still couldn’t help but smile, and it didn’t take him long to join me in the rhythm and sway naturally with me. I learned at our middle school dance that Jake had perfect rhythm. He was able to impress the rest of the crowd when he busted out moves from BTS. Everyone was impressed, including me.

Now we were on a steady roll. I accidentally stepped on his feet a few times, but it was fine seeing as I was wearing foam flip-flops and he was barefooted. After a while, the song switched and played another of my favorites that didn’t match our style of dance, but we still moved slowly to the beat. Jake tried twirling me, but since I have two left feet, I almost ended up hitting the wall each time and Jake laughed loud at my clumsiness. The moonlight from the kitchen had now switched to the window in the living room. It gleamed through and glistened on Jake like a spotlight, just like the ones on the stage did for him. In a split second, I was reminded that he wouldn’t be here forever, just like he wasn’t here for the past year. I tried to not let it settle on my face that I was scared to see him go again, so I played up on the fun we were having now. Jake looked like he was at ease; finally, since he’d been here, he looked genuinely happy and I wasn’t going to ruin that.

After another handful of songs full of laughs and giggles, we were soon sweating and taking deeper breaths than normal. Each song was different from the one before, but it didn’t stop us from sticking to our style of dance. Even with the simplicity of the moves and the slowness of the steps, I had to take a minute to relax. I hooked my arms around his neck and rested my entire body on his. I could feel Jake’s own sweat seeping through his shirt, But I didn’t mind the wetness that was now attached to my cheek. I thought he would act awkward and ask for me to pull away, but instead, he gripped tighter on my hips and started slowly moving me side to side. I let out a long overdue sigh, trying my best to match the steady breathing of Jake’s with my own. It was actually therapeutic: hearing his heartbeat in one ear and the softness of the music in the other.

I tried to continue our steady breathing together, but his had picked up a bit, almost out of nowhere. I felt the heat of his breath on the nape of my neck, and it made my entire body tingle in a way it never had before. After this sudden feeling, I realized just how close we really were. His leg hair tickled my legs, I could feel the bone of his foot connecting to mine, I could feel his thin waist against mine as well. I felt like I needed to back up, but instead, I couldn’t and continued to sway softly against him. A few seconds later, Jake’s hands rose a little higher, planting themselves on my waist and tightening their grip as if they were trying to pull me closer than we already were.

The sensation hadn’t stopped though, it clung to my body like my damp shorts did on my thighs. Sooner or later I felt pressure on the lower part of my stomach and thought for sure that Jake was messing around and wasn’t feeling what I was, which indicated that I needed to pull back before this feeling became too much.

This is so embarrassing. I thought. How could I let myself feel like this? How was this in any way okay? I finally pulled back, the sensation becoming too unbearable, and glanced up at his face. His pupils were large in a way I hadn’t seen before. His mouth was slightly open and a drop of sweat slowly traced down his forehead, onto his nose. That pressure I was feeling on my stomach had now doubled in force, and Jake's face had switched from calm and subtle, to alarmed and panicked...

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(part 2 possibly...?)

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[bitchylandtyphoon]

Sugar on Honey🍯

A/N: Hellooo I hope you guys are doing great I just wanted to try writing a Jim Hopper fic since I barely see any like come on he's so fine and ugh. Ahem anyways pls enjoy the story if u have any recommendations feel free to comment! If u have a request feel free to send a message to me! I'm still new to Tumblr so I'm not really sure how to work any of this sorry about that! ------------------------------------❈---------------------------------------- Hopper didn’t understand how you were so calm with Eleven. He tried, he really did. He took care of Eleven as if he was her own but he couldn't be as gentle and soft as you were. “This is an apple ok? It's red, sweet and a fruit. This is a cucumber, it's green and a vegetable!” Hopper watched as you taught Eleven basic English. “Ok, now you try” You hold up a bunch of grapes. “These are...grapes, sweet, blue and...fruit?” Eleven guessed while squinting hard at the grapes. “Heyyyy not bad! You're doing great, you just mixed up purple with blue but no biggie. Do you wanna do another one?” You said encouragingly. Eleven nods and proceeds to pick another product to investigate. “Oooh~ Hopper watches as you two laugh and learn, he couldn't stop himself from smiling, he appreciated what you were doing especially since Eleven was on house arrest. You were the only one he could trust. He absentmindedly takes a sip of his dark coffee hissing as it was too hot to drink. “You ok?” Hopper looks up to see you looking at him with a worried expression on your face. He loved that face, it was pretty cute. He chuckled “Ye, just too hot to drink” “Be careful before you burn your tongue off for good” You start cleaning the food off of the ground. “Yeah yeah, I won't mom” Hopper jokes as he goes into the kitchen. “Very funny Hopper haha” You give a playful glare “What is so funny? Ha...ha?” Eleven asks, seeing you two joking around not understanding the sarcasm. “Oh it's just sarcasm honey, try finding it in the dictionary, you'll find the meaning there.” You give a gentle smile while pointing to the thick book. “Well, there you go word of the day.” Hopper comes back into the hall sitting in the big chair stirring his spoon in the white coffee-stained mug. You wondered how much coffee he really drinks in a day. “S-A-R-C-A-S-M? the use of i- irony to m-mock or con-convey contempt?” Eleven read trying to read the words correctly. She looked at you for guidance and approval. “Good job kid, you’re doing so well, I need to go now, be a good girl for me ok?” you kissed her crown and gave a hug feeling her arms slowly wrapping around your bottom. “Bye-bye now~” “Bye (Y/N)” Eleven gave a small shy smile as she watched you look for your coat. “Here you go, make sure to zip up” Hopper gives you your coat helping you put it on. “Mm thanks, Hopper” “You want a ride?” Hopper suggests side-eyeing you while he refills his coffee. “I think ill manage, il call if anything happens” “Nope nope it's freezing, not letting you go out alone especially when it's night,” He says sternly as he puts on his coat and boots grabbing his keys on the way to the door “I'll be fine-” “Come on, let's go” You sigh “Ok fine” You trudge to his truck knowing he wouldn't let you win the argument. Giving a small wave to Eleven through the window. You pull his hand stopping him from going too close to the truck. “What, what's wrong, did you forget something?” Hopper asked “No you did” Hopper gives you a confused look “Eleven” “What about her?” “You didn't tell her bye” You take your hand backcrossing it against your chest as you look at the chief disappointed. Hopper sighs and goes back to the house, you watch as he tells Eleven bye” “Happy?” He says with his arms out as he walks towards you. “Depends,” You say as you open the truck door. You wait until he starts the car and starts moving out of the parking area. “What did you tell her?” “What?” “What did you tell her?” “I told her to keep the doors locked, not go out, keep windows and curtains closed-” “Hopperrr” You interrupt him,

sighing with your head down “What have I told you, give be gentle with her. She’s smart and strong, she can handle herself if anything happens. All you have to do is give her a simple bye and a hug” You put a hand on his leg “I know you're trying Jim, I really do know that. I've seen some progress and I'm really happy for both of you. Don’t be so harsh on her ok? She’s just a kid” Hopper sighs calming under your touch. “I know, I know I just. I feel like if I don't be hard on her, she’ll run away, get in some serious trouble and go meet her boyfriend.” Hopper rolls his eyes thinking of Eleven and MIke together. “Well if I was on house arrest and a teenager I would've run away to see my boyfriend too,” You say taking your hand off of his leg. “No you wouldn’t, you wouldn't even go out to the park, you were too much of a wuss,” He says as he looks for something in his coat. You dramatically gasp “Ok first of all, you're right, I would've never run away. Second, I have strict parents and you know that. Third I am not a wuss I just like staying home,” you sigh “who am I kidding I hated going out and being around people, especially with those dumb kids running around” You shake your head thinking of how introverted you were as a kid. Hopper laughs, throwing his head back watching you jokingly pout at him. He takes a cigarette out of his right pocket. “Well you were always the kid in the back of the room, quiet and shy, never understood how you could keep your mouth shut for so long” You grab the cigarette out of his mouth throwing it away somewhere in the car making him give you a glare “You know how my parents are, “be quiet,” “be good,'' “do good in school”, “no boys”” You say, quoting your parents' famous words. “Well at least they raised a good person,” He said, giving a genuine compliment your way. “Hah, that was all my doing” Frowning remembering how horrible your parents were at raising a child. You saw Hopper turning the radio on. You knew what he was doing but you weren't going to stop him at all. He turned it to the classic rock channel starting to sing and rock his head. Ah, how you loved him. Hey hey baby when you walk that way, Watch your honey drip, can't keep away Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh, ah, ahOh yeah, oh yeah, oh, ah, ah. “Here comes Jim Hopper, everyone missing members of Led Zeppelin'' You say as if there's a crowd. I gotta roll, can't stand still Got a flamin' heart, can't get my fill You laugh at how amusing he sounds, he's not half bad for the chief of police. Eyes that shine, burnin' red Dreams of you all through my head You throw your head back clutching your stomach, you just couldn't stop laughing. “Come on singggg, I know you know this one” Hopper says encouraging you to sing. “Noooo, are you crazy?!” You yell at him “Come onnnn” He pushes you You roll your eyes as he starts singing again. Hey, baby, oh baby, pretty baby Move me like you're doin' now- “Who knew the kitten could sing huh?” Hopper looks at you while you start singing with a big smile.

Didn't take too long 'fore I found out What people mean by down and out

Spent my money, took my car Started tellin' her friends she gonna be a star~ ------------------------------------❈---------------------------------------- “Thanks for the ride, really appreciate it Jim. Goodnight. Make sure to get some rest ok?” You say as you close the door “Yeah yeah mom, I get it” You give him a glare through the window door. Giving him a wave you turn around to your place. “Hold on!” You hear Hopper's voice shout behind you. Stopping in your tracks you turn around to see Hopper speed walking towards trying not to slip from the thick snow on the ground. The night was so beautiful, the snow was thick and flowing down like paper, it wasn't too cold but just cold enough to make the tip of your nose red. The street lights were on looking like yellow stars in the dark blue sky. It was perfect. “You forgot your bag,” He said, giving it to you. “Oh? OH thank you” you said, giving him a thankful smile while reaching for the bag. “It's fine, it's not like I'm gonna steal it now” Hopper chuckles putting his hands in his coat pockets. “Well, why would anyone steal a gift they gave to someone else?” You said giggling as you put the bag on. He grins “It looks good on you by the way, really suits you” “Oh, thanks” You blush at the comment while brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “I was just thinking, you don't have to if you want, but I just wanted to ask you if u wanted to go on a date? I was thinking of a restaurant but only if u wanted to go there, we can go somewhere else, really up to you," he sighed "I'm gonna shut up now, have a goodnight” Hopper turned on his heel and started leaving but felt a tug on his coat. “I would love to go on a date with you Jim,” You said, giving him a gentle smile. You stood up on your tiptoes giving him a peck on the cheek. It felt different because of the stubble but you liked it. The butterflies in both of your stomachs were going crazy, fluttering around as if they were being chased by a bird. You wanted to stay in his warm embrace but fell back down due to the height difference.

“6 pm Friday at Johnnie's?” “I would love that, casual dress code?” “Why would we need a dress code?” He joked “Hoppperr” You hit his chest distancing yourself heading to your house. You stood on the porch seeing him waiting for you to go in your house safely. You lean against your doorway. “Goodnight Jim” God he loved it when you called him by Jim, it was like sugar on honey. “Goodnight kitten” You smiled at the nickname.

Heading inside you close the door, leaning against it. “EEEEEEEEEEE he actually asked me out, oh my god” You laugh at how excited you were acting. You couldn't wait. --------------------------------------❈-------------------------------------- Hopper headed to his truck getting in and turning the radio on. “Good job Hop, good job” He chuckled as he drove off. He couldn't wait.

[maijobi]

back to you

dabi x reader

summary: when things don’t go well in your relationship, you find it best to end it... 

a/n: it has a good ending I promise. I did kinda hurt myself writing this I don't even know why. but sad dabi really does make me feel things.

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your hands were in your hair, doing your best to not pull every strand out of your scalp. your eyes were closed and you were doing your best to calm yourself down, counting down from ten.

“dabi, we have had this conversation for over a hundred times. you can’t control me. and why can’t you just trust me for once?”, you said, finally  opening your eyes and looking at dabi.

“fine”, he said clenching his jaw. “go. let all of those people see you. go. you know what, don’t come back tonight will you?”

“stop overreacting”, you said, breathing out heavily. “I'm sick and tired of you constantly telling me what to do. I'm your partner, not your child. I know my limits and I know what to look out for. and who are you to tell me to not come back tonight? this isn’t just your place. we live here with a bunch of losers, what makes you think you’re more special than them? what makes you think you overpower them? what makes you think you have more to say than us?”

he took a few steps closer to you and looked down at you with a wrinkled nose. “I just don’t like my partner going out where there are people that will look at them. I don’t like how you can’t keep your mouth shut around people and let them flirt with you. I can’t stand you going to places and not knowing your limit, when you claim you do.”

“just because I let people talk to me, doesn’t mean I'm letting them flirt with me?”, you confusedly said. “oh I apologize dabi. I apologize that I do not prefer to burn people to the ground when they give you a genuine smile. I apologize that I couldn’t become as great as you”, you sarcastically said while throwing your hands in the air and then dropping them. “do you hear how stupid you sound? we have this discussion almost every day, but I can’t seem to get some senses into you. I'm tired of this, dabi. I'm tired of having to explain myself every day when I know I'm not doing anything wrong. I can’t talk to anyone before I have you breathing against my neck telling me to stay away from that person.”

“sweetheart, dollface, sugar”, he said with gritted teeth, taking steps closer to you and holding on of your hand and placing it over his heart. “don’t make this harder for the both of us and just don’t go outside will you?”

you pulled your arm away from his grip. “not this time dabi. I'm sick of this. sick of you wanting to control everything I do. you wanting to have a dominant role in this relationship. why is that even needed? why can’t you treat me as an equal? can’t you for once just let me live? I'm tired, I'm tired of telling myself that you’ll change when you don’t”, you said, finally showing the frustration on your face. 

“and you think I'm having fun?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “you think I enjoy seeing you having fun with someone else? it hurts you just as much as it does me doll”, he said, raising his voice. “it’s also hard for me to see you flirting back with other people! know your fucking limits”, he said placing his hand on your chin and pulling it up slightly.

“don’t act like you are right here”, you sat, pulling your chin away from his grip and taking a step back. “for once. for fucking once accept that you can’t control everything I do and that you can’t overpower me. respect goes both ways, but I'm not seeing any on your accord.”

“now you’re just talking bullshit”, he said in a loud voice, laughing to shake off his frustration. “what does this even mean?! what is it that you’re trying to accomplish here? what is it that you so desperately want, huh? attention from someone else? if you’re not even gonna listen to my feelings, how am I supposed to take yours in account? you only do as you please and where does that bring us, huh?! where the fuck-!”

“that maybe perhaps we’re not meant for each other”, you interrupted him. “that maybe we’re just not fit for each other.”

his face dropped and you saw every emotion pass on his face. he was confused. he was confused as to the words you had just dared to speak, something he didn’t even think about once. to him this was normal, to him this was behavior that should be present in a relationship. to him, fighting everyday seemed normal. but his motives for this relationship seemed to be totally different from yours.

“you must be kidding no”, you said with a distressed smile. “h-how can you just easily say something like that?”

“because you made sure I did. if you just for once tried to understand me, perhaps this wouldn’t have happened.”

he walked closer to you and held your shouders. “you’re kidding right?”

“i’m not, dabi. I'm being very much serious right now. how can I continue this when my feelings are being invalidated on a daily basis? how am I supposed to respect you further when you literally treat me like your pet?”, you said a brushing off his grip on your shoulder. “I can’t do this when all of this only brings me anxiety and constant stress?”

he looked at you, lost in another world progressing what you had just said. it surely couldn’t have been true, you were joking right? but the expression on your face made him his eyes go larger and his mouth almost hung open. “y-you can’t be serious”, he said with a smile, but that soon dropped when he shook your head.

“i’m not”, you said turning around and walking to the door.

you didn’t turn around to look back at him, and he made no attempt to stop you. perhaps he hadn’t even believe that you actually left. or maybe he was just waiting for you to finally leave him. maybe this was for the better you thought, but for dabi this was a whole different experience. 

he was convinced you were coming back that night, he convinced himself that you would. so when you didn’t he totally lost it. the person that barely texted you had spammed you with messages and missed calls, leaving behind various emotions. he didn't know what he was feeling. this was all new to him.

dollface, you’re not serious right?

you’re coming back tonight right?

I'm sure you are...

you didn’t take me seriously, did you?

please come back.

please look at your messages.

it’s past midnight, please come back.

don’t scare me like this. just come back already. 

please...

you looked at your phone, tapping the corners or your phone. you decided to not answer, but that left you in a weird state of mind. you didn’t know what you were feeling. were you happy? sad? relieved? more stressed? you didn’t even know. you felt numb. 

you found your way to an old friend, asking if you could stay over until you figured out what you would do to survive. you locked your phone and threw it next to you on the bed. you allowed yourself to fall with your back on the mattress. you’d feel better in the morning, is what you tried to convince yourself. but would you really?

you woke up with a heavy headache. it was hard to even sit upright. but when you opened your eyes it was still dark. there was heavy rain outside and falling back asleep seemed like an impossible thing right now. 

you tapped on your phone letting it light up. 

3 a.m.

you sighed. what were you gonna do now? you felt too stressed to even close an eye. you didn’t know what you were supposed to do. you loved him and he probably loved you too, but this couldn’t go on forever.

you looked at your screen again, not missing all the messages he had left behind.

please I know I fucked up, but please just come back.

you can’t be doing this.

and many more messages like that had filled your phone. you frustratingly brushed your hand through your hair and sighed loudly. it felt wrong. it felt wrong to have left like that in the middle of an argument. but at the same time this had happened so many times that you couldn’t just do nothing. 

you rose from your bed, still not answering any of his messages. your phone rung every five minutes, but you just didn’t pick it up. you walked to the kitchen and filled a glass with water only to leave it on the counter after seeing his new messages.

I really need you.

I don’t need anybody else.

just you. so please, please come back.

you blinked once, then twice and then many more times. dabi had really said he needed you. the independent guy, who would refuse help from anyone had said he needed you. you weren’t sure what to do. you paced around the kitchen, biting down on your nail. your phone made a sound again.

I just really... can’t live without you.

you sighed loudly and with a quick steps you walked to the door. you put on your shoes and ran out the door taking the keys with you. the rain splashed on your skin, clothes and hair, making you soaked in an instant as you ran down the street. but you didn’t care. the only thing that ran through your head was wanting to see dabi. wanting to see him share his feelings and wanting to see him need you. 

even the bad memories had a good ending for you. every time you fought, you’d fix it together. so why couldn’t that be done now? why did you have to act so selfishly again? you knew you were partially right, but at the same time you knew this wasn’t right. all your memories with him flooded in your mind and it made you run faster.

your feet dragged you to the place you had thought he was, because you knew he wouldn’t be at the residence. he would be at the place that caused his trauma, but at the same time was his most visited place. 

the forest were he had supposedly died. the forest where his dad had refused to come to. the forest with his last memories of home.

you stopped in track when you saw his figure. his back facing you and his head looking up. he was wearing a front zip hoodie with the cap over his head. allowing the droplets to hit his face. he had heard something so he turned around.

when he saw you standing there in the rain he took one step and reached out his hand, but stopped when you only stared at him. you were out of breath, breathing in and out heavily as your chest heaved. 

you looked at him, seeing the sad expression on his face. you shook your head and started walking, but before you knew it you were running to him. you ran and when you reached him, you threw yourself on him, holding him like you never did before.

he was in shock, not being able to do anything, just allowing you to slowly pull him down for the hug. when you pulled away you held his face and searched it, but before he could say anything you crashed your lips against his, tasting the rain on them. it was still pouring and this might have been the closest thing to an actual romantic scene the two of you had. 

your lips danced together and you melt in each others touch. he finally allowed himself to be embraced and snaked his arms around your back to deepen the kiss. he pushed you against him and moved his hands to your neck to pull you closer. your hands slid down and rested on his chest.

when he pulled away he looked you in your eyes. water droplets were falling on your face and he made an attempt to wipe them away though the rain hadn't stopped. you wanted to say something, but he shut you up by pulling you in once more and giving you a small, but soft kiss.

“i’m sorry”, he said, pulling you flush against him to hug you. “I'm sorry for always wanting to control you. I was just scared.”

you slid your arm around his waist and hugged him back. “scared of what?”

“of you leaving”, he whispered just loud enough to hear above the splashing raindrops. “I haven’t been open about my feelings. I just didn’t know how to. but I was raised with the thought of rejection and people leaving me behind. I wasn’t used to all of this. I wasn’t used to having all this affection, so I was scared you’d leave just like the rest.”

you tightened your grip on him. “I don’t have a reason to leave. I just need you to be open with me like just now. so we can work things out together”, you said, looking up so that you were facing him.

he looked down and a soft smile formed on his face. he kissed you again and again and again until completely devouring your lips on his, not giving you a chance to pull away. but that wasn’t needed. you had understood the whole situation and the both of you were able to figure it out together. many ways had opened for the two of you and the both of you have yet to learn so much about each other. but you were both willing to change yourself for each other. because even if things weren't always great, the two of you would find their ways back to each other. 

[honeybunnybeez]

IF ITS ALRIGHT CAN YOU DO A PART 2 OF KISS IT BETTER THAT WAS SO CUTE AND FLUFFY I LOVED IT

Love me sweeter

♡Genre: Fluff!

♡Poly!Karlnapity x crush!GN!reader

♡Format: Fanfiction

♡Reader is Gender Neutral!

♡Summary: Part 2 of, Kiss it better. Karl, Sapnap and Quackity still cling onto that promise of yours for a lunch date and more kisses. However, you certainly didn't expect it to go this way at all. You certainly aren't complaining though.

Quackity: (y/n)

Quackity: (y/n)

Quackity: (y/n)

Quackity: (Y/N)!

Sapnap: Babe, give it a rest, they're probably busy.

Karl: Wait, let me try.

Quackity: If they didn't respond to me what makes you think they'd respond to you?

Sapnap: He's got you there, Karl.

Karl: Watch this.

Karl: (y/n)?

(Y/n): Yes, Karl my beloved?

Sapnap: What the heck!?

Quackity: (Y/N), HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!?

You can't help but laugh as they accuse you of favouritism, jokingly arguing amongst themselves about it. You had just finished patching up Sam after another recent burn injury and were currently putting away your bandages and empty potion bottles. Taking out your clock real quick, you panic a little seeing that it was already 11:30, you haven't even gathered the ingredients for lunch you promised them yet.

"I really should stop talking about the kids to Sam when I'm in a rush," you mumble to yourself, knowing full well that you aren't going to stick to what you said.

Once everything is placed back where it should be you finally check your communicator again.

Quackity: (y/n), come oooon, don't ignore us again.

Karl: You ignored me as well :(

Sapnap: (y/n), it's importaaant.

(Y/n): Alright, alright, I'm back on.

(Y/n): You guys are so needy

Karl: I thought you loved that about us?

(Y/n): Not when I'm working, sweetheart.

You couldn't hear it (of course you couldn't, you lived pretty far away from them after all), but Karl was currently giggling like a mad man while Sapnap and Quackity playfully argued with him once again.

"Seriously!? You get the pet name too?

"Karl Jacobs, is there some sort of trick to wooing them that you aren't telling us?"

"I'm just adorable, you two," and his fiances couldn't even deny that. Instead of continuing to 'fight' over it, they huddle closer to Karl with fake pouts on their faces, eyes glued back onto their communicators.

(Y/n): Anyways, any reason why you three were blowing up my phone?

Karl: Don't cook lunch.

You hate how instantly you sighed in relief at that message-

Quackity: And wear something nice that you don't mind getting destroyed!

Sapnap: In case our little picnic trip goes south :P

(Y/n): A picnic?

Karl: Yeah, something romantic!

(Y/n): You three are pretty serious about this date, huh?

Sapnap: Of course we are, you didn't think we were kidding did you?

You feel yourself getting embarrassed as you read Sapnap's message over again. You genuinely did think this was more of a friendly date than a romantic one, and could anyone blame you? The three of them have always been rather physically affectionate with you, so you had always assumed that the feelings you all shared were simply platonic. You're glad to be proven wrong of course but still, you feel your heart race as you realized that they meant business.

Quackity: (y/n)?

(Y/n): Yup, yup, still here, sorry, I was just eyeing a creeper from across my home.

Sapnap: Everything safe?

(Y/n): Yup, the fucker got taken out by a skeleton, anyways!

(Y/n): When are you guys coming over?

Karl: 1:30 sound good to you?

(Y/n): Perfect, I'll see you fella's soon

Sapnap: ♡!!!

Karl: ♡! :D

Quackity: ♡ ;)

A sudden knock on your door almost makes the cookie you were holding in your mouth drop to the floor as you let out a startled gasp. Thankfully, you catch it in time and yell out that you'd be at the door in a moment. Grabbing the container of cookies you managed to bake thanks to some leftover dough from days before, you make your way over to your front door quickly, throwing it open with much more enthusiasm than you were hoping to show.

"Surprise!" Karl happily exclaims while giving you a giant hug. You can't help but giggle and hug him back tightly as well. Over his shoulder you see Sapnap carrying a basket while Quackity carries a blanket. They give you excited smiles paired with a little wave, something you can't help but return.

When Karl pulls away, you can see him giggling nervously and flushing a little red, rubbing the back of his neck while he does so.

"Sorry, got a little excited there."

You tell him with a smile that it's fine and take a step back to admire all three of them in their clean clothes and neat hair. It's pretty rare to catch all three of them looking like this, especially Sapnap.

"Taking in how handsome we look?" Sapnap can't help but joke.

"Nah, more like how this is the first time you three have visited me without looking like a bunch of stray cats." A chorus yell of, "Hey!" causes a breath of laughter to escape your lips.

"We'll try to be on our best behavior," Quackity tries to reassure.

Karl isn't having it though and adds in a, "The keyword being try, (y/n)," causing Quackity to lightly punch his arm.

You roll your eyes, knowing that by the end of today they'll probably need quick patch ups anyways, but hey, that just means they'll be spending more time with you.

"Alright, alright, enough talking! Let's get going before the sun sets," taking one of your free hands, Sapnap is quick to take ahold of it and start walking you to the direction of their little picnic site. Along the way, Karl had taken your cookie container to hold your other hand while Quackity linked arms with Sapnap's free arm. They wouldn't let go of you or one another for the entire trip and the feeling gave you butterflies as you felt incredibly included and tended to.

The area was quite a walk away from the rest of society, you had to go through quite the trip before finally arriving. However, the trip was certainly worth it as you four finally arrived at a lovely, almost impossibly serene area deep in a forest biome. Under a specific oak tree they had lead you to, you can see torches lit up with flowers decorating the small area around it. You can't help but hide your face as you feel yourself growing impossibly flustered by the incredibly simple but cheesy setting.

"It isn't much, but we thought it would be nice to do something cute," Sapnap explains sheepishly. "Since this is our first date together and all."

"Do you like it?" Quackity asks, looking at you hopefully.

"I-I, I love it a lot," you say, trying your best to keep your voice from cracking. The words lay on the tip of your tongue as you hesitate to say it, but after peaking through your fingers a little and seeing the lovestruck expression they send your way, you can't help but let your confession slip past your lips, "I love you guys a whole lot too..."

At your confession, the three of them are quick to drop what they were holding to the side and pull you in for a tight hug. They giggle as they watch you press your hands closer to your face, kissing the top of you head and telling you how adorable they think you are.

"You have no idea how relieved we are to hear that, (y/n)," Karl confesses.

"I thought my heart was going to drop onto the floor when I heard it," Sapnap can't help but add with a chuckle.

"Does this mean we can steal all the kisses we want from you now, (y/n)?" Quackity asks, pressing one more kiss against your temple.

Slowly, you start to lower your hands away from your face, looking into the eyes of the three men smiling down on you with huge grins stuck on their faces.

"Like all of us not dating ever stopped you guys from stealing them before," you quietly sass back, causing the three of them to start kissing you more and more until you're squealing with laughter.

Well, sure they did steal countless of kisses from you before you four were an item but now things were different. You were theirs just as much as they were yours, and that just made the kisses and cuddles all the more sweeter.

A/N: Hhh, I'm so glad some of you guys enjoyed my little KarlNapIty blurb! I really hope this lives up to the first one but I'm not very confident in it if I'm being honest ^^'. I genuinely love this pair with all my heart and writing for them is lowkey an addiction XD Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed reading this!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

[pretend-writer]

Demolition Lovers (Hargreeves x sibling!reader)

Summary: Klaus and Y/N helps their brother, Luther find a perfect date.

Title Reference: Demolition Lovers x My Chemical Romance

Word Count: 1.6k words

Warning: swearing, mention of sex

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It was a typical day at the Hargeeves mansion. Klaus and I hanging out as we lay across the couch next to each other, scrolling through our social media and sharing celebrity gossips that was trending that day.

Diego would then barge in, bothering us to get up and be productive but then end up eaves dropping and joining our conversation.

Then we'd have Vanya that'll feed us our daily snacks. She was like a mama bird; Hearing the rest of us complaining and bickering then feeds us the goodies to shut our mouth. It honestly worked every time and now I start to wonder if that was her trick all along.

After our snack was nap time, where Klaus and I would lay there for two to five hours, usually get up when the sun was down. Then we would plan our night, typically out for dinner or a night out if it was the weekend.

But our schedule, our precious paradise time was ruined by the one and only. Luther Hargreeves.

It wasn't supposed to be this way; Allison would go out to run errands, Ben worked all day like the responsible man that he was, and Five would just be Five, roaming town and doing God knows what. Luther would be home to research and dig through dad's old stuff.

Today however, wasn't the case.

He instead came in during mine and Klaus' precious nap time, groaning and yappin' about some girl on an app. Didn't know why he had to do this in the family room but there he was.

'Do you not see us sleeping here?' I complained as I lifted my head from the pillow, trying not to move a lot so that Klaus could stay asleep.

'Sorry, sorry. I didn't mean to be loud.' He apologized as he stared at his phone, depressed and upset.

Klaus rolled his eyes. 'Well you are and you're still here.'

Luther froze in place, continuing to stare at the screen. Klaus and I looked at each other, nudging one another to see who was going to talk to him first.

The both of us got up, sitting down side to side as we looked at Luther and back at each other. Klaus seemed like he was unbothered, so I sighed and broke the silence. 'What's wrong buddy?'

'Nothing.' Luther frowned.

Squinting my eyes, I grabbed the pillow from the couch and threw it on Luther's head. 'You bitch! You woke us up from our nap and you're going to say "nothing" is bothering you?'

'Ow!' Luther rubbed his head. 'Okay, okay. Damn. It's this girl on tinder, she doesn't want to go on a date with me.'

'Well, what did you tell her? Did you say something stupid?'

Luther got up, 'See. This is why I didn't want to tell you guys becau-'

'Sorry, sorry.' I stood up and pulled Luther back onto the couch. 'Mind if I see the conversation?'

His face immediately turned red, 'Uhm. Do you have to?'

'If you want me to figure out why she's turning you down, yeah.'

Hesitantly, he pulled up the messages he had with the girl and then passed me the phone. Scrolling through the messages, I shook my head. 'Luther, she's DTF.'

'Yeah, I know that's why I don't understand why she turned me down. She brought it up first.'

Klaus blinked, 'What do you think DTF stands for?'

By the look on Luther's face, I knew he was confused. He looked over at the ceiling, thinking for a while before he replied to Klaus. 'Don't tell me I was wrong this whole time.'

'So what do you think it says?'

'Uhm... Date This Friday?'

Klaus awed, shaking his head as he left my side and took a seat next to him. He wrapped his arms around Luther, 'Buddy. No. That's not what it stands for. But that's cute of you.'

'Wait, huh? So this whole time me and her were on the wrong page? What did she mean then?'

'She wanted to fuck you.' I blurted, I felt bad that Luther was so confused. 'It stands for Down To Fuck.'

It was a dead giveaway that he had no clue what his whole conversation really meant, his whole face turned redder than ever. He buried his face into his hands. 'Oh no.'

'I didn't think you were talking to girls, honestly.' Klaus chuckled. 'You clearly got game, your noggin is just a little... outdated.'

'I got what? Game? No, I just deleted Candy Crush, it was too addicting.'

Klaus kept his laugh in, curling his lips as he slowly nodded back at his brother. 'Oh my gosh.'

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It had been about two weeks, helping Luther get a dream girl that he deserved. Despite Luther being the annoying sibling, he had been there for me countless times and I wanted nothing but the best for him.

We've tried talking to the girls on the app, few weren't looking for anything serious, some trolling in the messages. After constant matching and messaging, Luther found someone he potentially saw a relationship with.

'Did you check your message from Claire yet?' Klaus asked.

'No. I'm kind of nervous, actually.' Luther laughed a little under his breath, shaking his legs as he gripped onto his phone.

Resting my hand on his shoulder, I reassured him. 'Don't be nervous, I'm sure she said yes to your date.'

Luther sighed, turning on his phone and scrolling through his messages. As his face lit up, he jumped off his seat. 'She said yes!'

Klaus got up and cheered, hugging Luther tightly. 'I knew it! So what time and where?'

'Ah- Uhm. Why... do you need to know?' Luther paused.

'Cause we're coming to watch.'

'No, no, no. I don't need you two spying on me. I'm already nervous as it is.'

'Yeah, Klaus let's just let him be. He's a big boy now.'

'But-'

'Let's give him the space he needs, Luther definitely needs his alone time with his girl.'

Klaus rolled his eyes, 'Okay. Have fun and tell me everything when you get home.'

A smile hasn't fade away since he saw the text; He was grinning widely than ever, never seen him this happy in my entire life. 'This is going to be so awesome!'

'Good luck buddy.' I smiled as I watch him do his little happy dance going up the stairs to get ready.

Klaus groaned, crossing his arms and pouting like a little child. 'Why can't we go spy on Luther?'

'But we are. I just wanted him to think we weren't.' I wanted nothing but the best for Luther, if it meant that he was going to have a perfect night with his perfect date, I was going to be protective of my brother.

'Perfect! I need to get my spy gear on.'

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With the binocular in my hands, I looked into the restaurant Luther picked for the both of them. 'Oh my gosh, he looks so cute with his little bow tie.'

Luther was blushing, talking nervously with Claire. It seemed like it was going well, no awkward moment or embarrassing moment between them.

I looked over at Klaus, who was being too quiet next to me in the passenger's seat. He had a rather thick file in his hand. 'What are you reading?'

'Claire's life.' Klaus chuckled. 'She's smart as hell, really pretty. I'd say we did a pretty good job helping Luther.'

'How did you get a file on her life?'

Klaus smiled innocently, 'Ah. I followed Diego into his ex's job and got Ben to steal it for me.'

'You what?' I leaned my head back, staring at the car ceiling as I sighed. 'Klaus, Eudora is my friend. If she finds out that you stole someone's files from the police department, she'd hate me.'

'My bad, Y/N. If it makes you feel better, Ben rejected me a bunch of times. I made a deal with him that he could take over my body for three hours for the files.'

'Whatever.' Looking through the binoculars again, I asked him another question. 'So you didn't ask Diego to get it for you?'

Klaus shook his head. 'Nah, if I ever told him I knew he'd want to come with us to stalk Luther. I wanted some Klaus Y/N alone time.'

'Aw.' I said but immediately stopped. 'Are you saying this to make me forgive you?'

'Is it working?'

'Depends how the night goes.' After a sarcastic smile, I snatched the file off of his hand. 'Why did you want to steal this anyway?'

'You ask so many questions.'

'I know.'

It was rare for Klaus to do "the responsible thing", that was more of a me, Allison or Five's criteria. I couldn't think of a possible reason why he'd go out of his way to take a file to investigate on this girl.

'It's Luther, you know. I wanted to make sure he was going out with someone that won't screw him over again.'

'That's the nicest thing you've ever said.'

'Luther better appreciate this because I'm not going to jail for this shit.'

I smiled at my brother. 'Don't worry. I gotchu.'

A loud scream came from the entrance of the restaurant, Luther approaching us quickly as he eyed the both of us.

'Duck!' I yelled at Klaus as we tried to hide ourselves from his sight.

'Don't bother. I saw you guys from the restaurant!' Luther said as he knocked on the window. 'Why are you guys here? You told me you wouldn't come.'

'I know, I know.' I rolled the window down and squealed as I reached for his bow tie. 'I just couldn't resist! You look so adorable, brother.'

He grunted, 'Stop. Guys go home, you're going to ruin this date with the woman that I love.'

'Woah! Love!?' Klaus and I said in sync.

Luther covered his mouth. He mumbled into his hand. 'Pretend I didn't say that!'

'Pretend?' I laughed, 'Luther. I can't pretend, I'm sorry. That was sort of funny. A little little little bit cute but mostly funny as hell.'

Klaus reached over me to grab onto his hand. 'Dude, you're already whipped but that's okay. But Y/N's right. It's a bit funny not going to lie.'

'I'm whipped?' Luther cocked his head. 'I don't do that sort of foreplay during se-'

'Luther, that's not what it means!'