#her in this performance just did something to my brain. woah

[ohsua]

[taps mic] can we talk about siyeon in the rock with you stage? i'm dying to talk about siyeon in the rock with you stage

[nolita-fairytale]

don't want to walk alone | carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader | epilogue: november

summary: sugar has her baby marking the beginning of a new chapter for the berzatto family.

warnings: husband!carmy who comes with a warning label of his own, swearing, lots of tooth rotting fluff, marriage, no use of y/n, second person pov, she/her pronouns, the end

wc: 1300

listen to: 'lean on me' -- bill withers & 'chinatown' -- bleachers (because it's so make my heart surrender au coded) on the official don't want to walk alone playlist

a/n: well, folks! this gets us from here to the carmy as your baby daddy au. BUT i think it's time for me to let these two ride off into the sunset and go on their merry way. i have loved this story, these characters, this world since it filled my brain with a story that begged to be told, and forced me to write it because i couldn't stop thinking about it. i wrote something quite sappy in the a/n a few chapters ago, so i'll spare us an encore performance of it and just say this: thank you for reading. thank you for being a part of this story. thank you for being a part of their journey. i will pop into this world and perhaps maybe write oneshots from time to time, but... it's time, my loves. :) would anyone be interested in a behind the scenes look at this world like i did with 'burn your life down?' let me know!

part five | masterlist

November

After sixteen long hours, Sugar’s baby comes: a perfect, rosy-cheeked, healthy baby boy that sends you and Carmy rushing to the hospital. Sugar hadn’t wanted you to come till she was ready to push, and by the time you got the text from Pete, you’d sped to the restaurant, ready to drag Carmy out of there, regardless of how busy it had been. 

Besides, everyone knew what was going on – on the edges of their seats, phones at the ready to hear any and all news about the new member of the family, and more than happy to support so that you and Carmy could show up for Sugar. 

“Carm?” Sugar asks for her brother, as you and Pete hug it out in the waiting room. You can’t even tell that the man’s been up all night; the excitement and joy in his eyes overshadowing any and all fatigue. 

Carmy excuses himself from you and Pete’s congratulatory embrace, making his way into the hospital room where his sister lays, propped up on her bed, baby in arms. 

So much has changed for the both of them: his sister, now a mother, and he, an uncle. Carmy takes cautious steps forward, the reality of it all beginning to hit him. 

“Hi,” she smiles, in complete awe of her new baby. 

“Woah,” Carmy says, though completely incapable of hiding the smile that begins to form over his face. “You made that.”

“I made that,” she chuckles with an eye roll, glancing from the baby, to her brother, then back to her son. “And he’s the most perfect thing in the world. Baby boy, I want you to meet someone. I want you to meet your uncle.” 

Carmy carefully sits in the chair right next to the bed, turning his attention to the baby. 

“Can you say hi to your Uncle Carmy?” Nat coos, shifting so that she can properly introduce her son and Carmy. 

“Oh my goodness… look at you,” Carmy says, his eyes full of wonder as the sleeping baby shifts in Sugar’s arms. 

He’s not sure what to say, the words caught in his throat. He can feel it – that this is something momentous – but it’s as if he doesn’t know where to begin, lost in the magnitude of what’s happening right now. 

“Hey, little guy,” Carmy finally manages to get out, his voice stuck in his throat. 

Sugar chuckles again, letting out an exasperated sigh. 

“How ya doin?” Carmy asks, looking over at his sister this time. 

“Great. Just great,” she replies dryly, earning a laugh from Carmy, because it really has been one hell of a night. 

When she opens her mouth to answer this time, her words come out much more genuine and soft as she adds, “I am though. Really. I’m great.”

Carmy nods in understanding, his eyes searching his sister’s face for any more of a reaction. But he knows that this is a dream come true for her -- that being a mother had always been the plan. Carmy chooses to focus this time on the sleeping baby, who’s tucked his head into her chest, seeking out warmth and comfort in this strange, new world. 

“Bear?” Nat asks, as Carmy lifts his head to look at her once more. 

There’s something urgent in her voice that grabs his attention and he’s not sure what she’s going to say next. 

“Yeah?” he asks back, his eyes wide. 

“So I want to talk to you about something,” Sugar says, his voice softening even more as she looks down at her baby boy. Carmy nods once, letting her know that he’s ready as Nat continues. “I uh… well, Pete and I have been thinking a lot about this. And… I wanted to talk to you about it before we move forward with it.”

Carmy swallows, leaning in this time. 

“After we found out we were having a boy, Carm, we talked a lot… about what we would name him and… with his due date being in November… I don’t know. And look at him now, meeting him... it just feels right,” she begins, emotions welling in her voice. “We-, well, we want to name him Michael. If that’s okay… with you.”

Carmy has to stop for a moment, frozen in time as he hears the name. It’s not like he gets emotional about these kinds of things very often, but then again, this is all new to him – new to the little families they’re building; a new generation of Berzattos. 

“Uh,” Carmy croaks out, his voice stuck in his throat as he realizes he’s much more moved than he expected to be. “Uh yeah, Sug. I… it’s okay with me.”

“Are you sure? Because I didn’t know if you wanted to use the name or-,” Sugar begins to explain. 

“No, it’s-, it’s okay,” Carmy is quick to interject. “If it feels right. I mean we haven’t even-, you know, we’re not talking about… yet….” 

Sugar nods in understanding, because she knows that you and Carmy have only been married for two months now. Hell, she's your best friend; she'd know if either of you were talking about having kids.

“So,” Carmy says, his eyes suddenly feeling watery. “Guess there’s a new Michael Berzatto then?”

He takes another look at his baby nephew, joy and grief both trapped inside his chest. Carmy's overwhelmed by it all: hearing his name, what this means for the Berzattos, this new beginning. He thinks back to what you said to Sugar on your wedding day -- that this could be the start of a new chapter for all of you -- the reality of your words reflected back to him now, all in one tiny package of new life.

"Welcome to the world, buddy," Carmy manages to say, his voice soft and full.

And it's as if every single thing that's led to this moment, and every single possibility that the future may hold rush before his eyes.

“Welcome to the world, baby boy,” Sugar whispers, suddenly overwhelmed with emotions.

*

Wanting to give Carmy and Nat time alone together, you spend the first part of your hospital visit with Pete in the waiting room, as the teary-eyed man recounts the intensity of the last eight hours. You can see it in his eyes, hear it in the way he speaks, that this is a dream come true for him – becoming a father. 

Soon enough, Pete is ushering you into the hospital room, more than eager to introduce you to your new nephew. By the time you and Pete join her and Carmy, the new Berzatto is fast asleep on her chest, while Carmy sits quietly next to her. There’s an energy between the siblings, something you notice right away, and you can only imagine that this is emotional for the both of them on so many levels. 

“Hi,” you grin, looking from Sugar to Carmy, as you join him by her bedside.  

“Hi, sweetie,” Sugar greets you. Carmy smiles at you, as your hand comes up to rub comforting patterns over his shoulder and back. 

“Pete,” Nat begins again. “Carmy and I were just talking… about his name.”

“Oh yeah?” Pete asks, smiling hopefully as he exchanges a look with his wife. 

She nods, a full conversation happening between the new parents with just one look. Pete lets out a heavy exhale, smiling at his wife as Nat answers with:

“Yeah."

Carmy clears his throat, his arm closest to you squeezing you closer to him, gently leaning his head against your side in search of comfort. 

“What’d you decide on?” you ask curiously, the air seemingly tense with feeling. 

“Michael,” Sugar answers, exchanging a look with her brother this time. Carmy squeezes your hip, and as you search his face for a reaction, you can tell he's holding back tears.

“His name is Michael.”

[delilaahh9]

The “Hughes” War

October 1st, 2021

annabellehugh

Go stream “That Way” on all platforms right now and- oh ya my new album “think later” at 6pm EST!

Comments

@quinnhughes - EXCUSE ME?!

→ did i not tell you?

→ @jhughes - YOU DIDNT TELL ANYONE!

→ @annabellehug woops

→ @user27 - she’s so unbothered I love it

@jhughes - I’m so proud of you! Even if you eat all my cereal

@Annabellehug - your a millionaire buy your own goddamn cereal

@zoebormet - AHHHH SHES BACK AT IT

→ @annabellehug 😉💗

@cariganprice - ON REPEAT! IM SO SERIOUS

→ @annabellehug - I LOVE YOU

@lhughes_06 - wow okay

@lhughes_06 -this is insane

Her first single after her first album, that came out in 2020 just after graduating, before her gap year. Most of the songs were about her ex, max and so are some of the songs on her new album, while one of them is about mark.. but so is the single but one just happens to mention something about her relationship with Jack and she wasn’t even sure if she should use it but all her friends who she told about it said she should, so she is going to.

Which she shouldn’t have, or he shouldn’t have had the reaction he did.

6:12 pm

There was a set of knocks on the door of her dorm room, but the certain sequence of knocks only belongs to the knuckles of one person. “Come in mark” she says and puts her phone down. He looked out of breath, afraid almost, Like he was running from something.

“Make what’s-” she stands up keeping pressure off her knee, but she doesn’t need the crutches anymore.

“Is it about me” he whispers and walks closer.

Her eyebrows raise a little bit, in shock on how this conversation could go either way.

“I… um… what” she says quietly, but a little louder then he was before.

“Is it about me” he asks again, she swallows harshly but nods slowly which he then pulls her into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry Belle- I’m so sorry I didnt mean to make you feel like that I like you I like you a lot. So much it almost hurts and makes me afraid of my own feelings” he admits and they both have small, light, tears in their eyes.

“Do you really?” She asks.

He runs his hand up and down her back before pulling back to look at her.

“So much”

They stare at each other for what seems like hours and just as he is about to ask her, a phone rings. It’s Luke, calling mark.

“Whats up” he asks. “Yea I’m with her, okay, bye”

“Wanna for a drive?” He asks and the two head out the door.

Jacks POV

6:15pm

I knew she liked to sing, but how did I not ever realize she liked to write and perform and produce her music, I didn’t even know she could play the guitar. So if I didn’t feel like shit before I do now. As the 9th song plays, my brain freezes.

“Same fears, same dreams, still trying to get my brother to like me”

Does she really think that?

I would call Luke, but the chances of them being together right now are high so Quinn it is.

“What’s up J-“

“Does she hate me or something?!” I exclaim.

“Woah dude- who are you talking about” he asks.

“Annabelle, fuck, have you listened to Calgary”

“No, I’m just leaving the gym, what’s going on”

“The lyric is *Same fears, same dreams, still trying to get my brother to like me.* Does she think I hate her”Tears are threatening from my eyes while my knuckles are turning white against my steering wheel.

“Jack I’m sure it’s not what you think-”

“What else could it be! I’m the only one she argues with- remember my rookie year when we wouldn’t talk for like.. weeks because of how busy we both were but she would always talk to you two”

“And you always talked to us, Jack I don’t know what’s going on with you two but you need to talk it out, when was the last time you spoke to her”

“When I left? I think maybe the night of that game she somehow came too”

“The day after her surgery- Jack that was like 2 weeks ago- okay you need to call her later tonight she’s out right now. Got it?”

“Ok” I take a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, then hung up.

(Back to 3rd person)

8:28 pm

“Can we talk about what happened earlier” she asks mark as they sit in his car in-front of their building.

“Yea, Uhm, I guess what I was saying is, I do, like you a lot, more then a friend” he admits quietly and she smiles back at him.

“Feelings are mutual, if you couldn’t tell” he chuckles and reaches for her hand, then holds it for a minute.

Meanwhile, Jack was flooding her phone with so many messages along the lines of “I’m mad at you” and “do you hate me”.

“You know you didn’t have to write a song to get me to realize I liked you”

“Yea well clearly I had to write one about Jack being a dick for him to realize he was one”

“Oh Calgary, yes I was waiting for that one. Are you okay?”

“Mhm, I’ll just… call him later I guess. Do you wanna stay with me?” She asks and he nods his head, then the two get out of the car and walk hand in hand to her dorm room.

“Oh I forgot my phone In The car I’ll be up in a second” he says and she heads up while he goes back to car, in the mean time, Anna sits at her desk while she receives a lovely call from Jack.

“Anna what the fuck, do you realize what you did” he says as soon as she answers.

“Did what Jack. Release a song” she sighs.

“No, your stomping on mine. Did you not think that your fans will hate me because of that line”

She didn’t even think about the fan part of it.

“No I didn’t Jack, because I don’t make decisions for myself based of you or fans”

“That’s not what I meant- what I meant was-”

“no I know what you meant Jack, you think everything’s about you and everything is always my fault” she challenges but hangs up. Tossing her phone onto the carpet below her and putting her hands over her face.

“Belle, what happened?” Mark asks as he enters the room, while tears are brimming her eyes.

“Jack called me, he’s so mad I didn’t think he would care” she whispers and stands up, while he pulls her into a hug.

“It’s okay, he’ll come around alright? I’ll get Luke to talk to him”

“Thank you” she sighs and the two lay down on her bed.

“I liked your album, a lot, but I need a name and address of the whoever running for the hills is about because holy, that was rough to listen to”

“his name is max, but he lives in England now” she responds and he huffs, but the two eventually fall asleep.

[olivebranch311]

Anything your heart desires, Will come to you

Thanks to the reveal of TWST's new Halloween event, I had brain worms to deliver you something new from me! An ADeuce AU fanfic teaser/concept/WIP. I hope you all enjoy it and let me know what you think!

Steaking out the world's most prominent circus hadn't been Deuce's best idea in a while. Even less so when he considers the fact that one of the circus performers, who simply went by the alias "Jack Heart", decided that he would become his unasked-for partner in his investigation.

"So. You're looking for... what exactly?" asked Jack Heart, sweeping the dust off of his single-shoulder cape, the lovely red and gold shining off from the florescent bulbs of the lights. Deuce adjusted his own cape, giving an unamused look at the other.

"I'm looking for clues," he stated, matter of fact. His companion nodded back, raising an eyebrow that gave emotion to his oddly emotionless face, "And... what else? You can't just say we're looking for clues with no other indication of what you want to find."

Not what. Who.

If Jack Heart could help him find Ace, that would be the real deal. If Jack Heart helped him find a direction, he'd take it. He had a member of this weird circus act on his side, for now, and he had to take advantage of that chance.

If Jack Heart did all this to turn him in that man- that freak with the devilish smirk and a cocky grin and his little sidekick, then Deuce would not hesitate to deck this man in the face. He'd take Ace and run, Jack Heart be damned.

Deuce glared at him, before sighing, "I want to look behind the scenes. I wanna see what your boss- that circus manager- is doing. I want to see where my friend is."

Jack Heart made an "ah" noise, and snapped his finger, "Well, he picks up a lot of people, Fellow Honest does. Tell me your friend's name."

Deuce hesitated at that, eyeing the other, "... I think I'll keep it to myself, thanks."

Jack Heart crossed his arms, the tassels on his outfit swaying dully with the motion, "Look. I can't help you unless you tell me things. Unless you just don't trust me."

"I don't. If you really wanna help me, I want you to prove it." He said, boldly. The redhead gave a dull look, "... Prove myself to help you go against my boss. Wow. You really are a punk, Juice."

"It's Deuce! And I'm not a punk!" Deuce yelled at him, making the other only to once again raise his eyebrow and gesture at him, "And you're shouting."

Deuce wanted to deck this guy in his smug mouth. As well as these freakish performers could dance and move, they seemed to have an issue with emoting properly.

"Ugh, if you don't wanna help me, then fine! I'll find my own way around, maybe I can ask your two friends if they'll help- woah!" When Deuce pivoted to march away and cool down from his empty threat, he had no time to do so. Jack Heart grabbed onto his hand, twirling him around and pressing close so that the brims of their hats touched.

Deuce stared, stunned into the empty yet light eyes of Jack Heart. He knew those eyes were like Ace's, his childhood friend had bright red eyes that glimmered when he and Deuce played games or pranked him.

The red-clad performer squeezed his hand and began to sway them, in tandem with the music playing within the large tent, "You want to find your friend. I want some life for once in this circus. What do I need to do to convince you to keep me with you?"

His gloved hand felt warm, not just from his own heat, but from the oddly comforting warmth of the other. He hasn't held anyone's hand since his mother. And before her... Ace.

"... Tell me something," Deuce said, moving clumsily along with Jack Heart's movements, speaking quietly so only they could hear the words, "What does someone have to do, to get kidnapped by this circus?" Jack Heart swept them both along, a flurry of red, blue, black, gold, and white as they moved quietly within the quiet areas behind the large circus tent.

"Well... Before my boss became the circus manager, it was all naughty children." He said, and at Deuce's confused look, he explained, "The kinds that skip school. That don't listen to their parents. The kind that plays pranks and gets into trouble despite all the good advice they get. They got taken away by the circus and made to perform since they liked to have fun."

He clutched onto the other hand that held his tighter. Sure he and Ace were troublesome like that, but they were kids. They never did anything that extreme.

(He blocked out the times after losing Ace. The missing persons report turning cold. Deuce's own lashing out at authority, his own mother, and Ace's family. He was angry and upset and refused to listen. He was a punk. The worst kind, one who was made from angry grief and lack of closure.)

"A-and from... when I was young? What would happen if someone got picked by your boss?" He asked, looking at Jack Heart imploringly. The other was quiet, only swaying a little more before wrapping an arm around Deuce's back and lowering him into a dip, forcing him to grip onto the others shoulder.

"... If there's a dream to be a star, Fellow Honest would make it come true. At the cost of taking you away from all you hold dear," he said. pulling Deuce back up.

"Now, how's that for your trust?" The performer asked. Deuce was quiet before nodding, "Yeah... that checks out." Jack Heart gave a small smile then, and Deuce felt struck by how the smile appeared to him. "We got work to do, Deuce."

Deuce said nothing, only walking close to the other as his arm was wrapped by Jack Heart's arm.

[svtjinny]

JUYEON :: GAME CATERERS x SVT | 02

[editors captions] | speaking warning: food mentions for context, during the filming of game caterers she was blonde. she dyed her hair again soon after.

ep 2-1

jinny's first part is in like the first few seconds lmao

she was wandering around with hoshi & vernon

she was third in the shop line behind hoshi

for her task, jinny had to name a foreign candy brand

[ (Foodie gets a question right up her alley ) ]

she named the first american one she could think of and took the earth arcade plushie [we'll pretend dk took something else..]

[ (Can you spot the difference between her and Torong?) ]

you can see her sitting with woozi & watching jun eat the lemons !!

then after she goes around and lays in the grass with hoshi & shua with her prize

[ Jinny joins them with Torong ]

she doesn't go again after getting her prize but she does sit and watch

jinny didn't talk much soo there wasn't that much of her here

when myungho did the relay & went to the back, the camera zoomed into her telling him you're so cute, gēgē~

[ (Winner compliments another winner) ]

jinny : [when seungkwan said wwksb to dino] seungkwannie.. stop being open minded..

jinny can be seen sitting with the others a couple of times but for the most part she just sits there quietly talking to the members

there was a cut of her talking about torong to a staff member saying how cute it was and how happy she was to get it

the staff was looking at her so fondly..

everyone loves jinny :sob:

her last scenes were her walking into the break room, sitting with jeonghan, and laying her head on his shoulder

she also helped clean the spill !!

[ (Was laying down right next to the mess) ]

[ (Stood up second) ]

thats it for 2-1

ep 2-2

PLEASE this was made for jinny omg.

she was on hoshi & seungkwans team because she grabbed hoshi by reflex LMAO

she sat in the middle

yes there could have been 7 teams of 2 but idc.

jinny : ["why are you disappointed?"] don't be disappointed, oppa~ we'll lead you to victory!

[ (Holding hands as they go) ]

[ Dramatic/Torong/Tiger ]

jinny : ["were you attracted to your partner by instinct?"] woah.. we totally were..

seungkwan : why does that sound so sarcastic..

jinny : don't worry about it. [eng]

she made everyone laughksejrjhuih

[ (These three are notorious for teaming up against one another) ]

[ (Today they're working together) ]

for the flaws hoshi & seungkwan agreed on the fact that jinny argues too much on shows LMAO [playfully..]

jinny : a flaw? hm. for seungkwan-oppa, he's too picky.. and for hoshi-oppa, he's, like, obsessed with tigers..

she can be seen a few times talking with seungkwan & hoshi and yells the slogan with them

jinny smiled so big when pd said it was a music quiz

[ K-pop professors at MIT ]

jun / woozi : that's what seungkwan and jinny are good at

[ (K-pop prof) (K-pop producer) (Performance Team leader) ]

[ The best players teamed up ]

hoshi : shinee

seungkwan : sher -

jinny : - lock!

my boosoonyeon crumbs i love them

jinny ate that dance up let me tell you.

[ (Living up to their team name) ]

jinny : i would've been disappointed if we didn't get that, the dance is engraved in my brain

[ (They did a cover of the song for MAMA 2018) ]

[ (And again at the HYBE Family Picnic) ]

yes im writing that cover in because we all know svt would absolutely end if they covered sherlock

she got up so fast for stayc !!! yoon's jinny biased btw.. (luckiest carat ever?)

they didn't get it but she still danced

jinny : ASAP!!

[ (Jinny) (Wrote a song on this album) ]

[ (Punch) ] [ (Punch) ]

when drink less and talk more said the 4th (5th? i forgot pls) it was seventeen she was so confused LMAO

jinny : really? thats seventeen? baby you helped make this song.

[ (JINNY) (Composed most of SEVENTEEN's songs) ]

[ ('CLAP' composed by JINNY) ]

[ They didn't recognize their own child? ]

please jinny just banged her head on the table in disappointment

giving jinsoul hitting her head..

hoshi / seungkwan : ..??? are you okay ???

[ (Disappointed in herself) ]

jinny : ["jinny, what happened?"] i..have no words. you cheated me. [eng]

shua and vernon were giggling.

jinny : ["but someone still got it"] still!

5th song!! you already KNOW jinny jumped up from her seat

the three of them are still splitting the songs into three syllables sobbing

[ ('Hype Boy' produced by JINNY) ]

[ (I'll dance over here then) ]

she was still close to the table and they went to the far right side...

[ (Let's play together) ]

jinny : i love this song. newjeans, i love you. [eng]

[ (A message for the bunnies) ]

jinny : seungkwannie, you just embarrassed yourself in front of the camera..

jinny : don't cut that out please!

[ (Don't worry Jinny, we won't) ]

the amount of force jinny hit hoshi with at txt istg.

she was sitting not paying attention and then all she hears is "run for you"...

the second time around she was the one who said run away

cause she didn't trust hoshi LMAO

[ (Jinny, who's brother is a TXT member) ]

[ (Disappointed in her teammate, but still dances with charm) ]

that was her last scene bcz she took a bathroom break and then got carried away while getting a snack.. yes she confirmed it herself..

[karlsthekoala17]

Pyramid Song: Judy x Female V ( Angst TW: mentions of death and grief, fluff, soft smut)

A/N: yes this is completely out of left field but I’m feeling inspired enough to write the scene of my favourite video game cyberpunk 2077

V has finally been able to feel a little more at ease despite her deteriorating condition and the knowledge of potentially dying from the behaviour chip that’s became a brain tumour. While something else has grown her current relationship with Judy, at first she only wanted to know about Evelyn’s whereabouts about the heist that blew up in her face and solve her problems. Their friendship was incredibly strong and it grew more so after what happened to Evelyn at Clouds eventually leading to her suicide. There’s been a tension growing between then and now it’s been dancing on a thin line of friendship or something more. Them flirting over text and how she always catches glances of Judy subtly checking her out, neither of them wanting to lose the other with everything that happened. She tried to liberate clouds from the grasps of the tiger claws street gang, with the unfortunate ending of many joy-toys; now V is off to edge of night city under the pretext of aiding a experimental piece of tech.

Judy sits out her old neighbour’s bungalow on the edge of the dock setting up the equipment waiting on V she’s grown a fondness for the young woman sharing so life altering experiences together being her rock. V shows up with an inquisitive smile seeing the wetsuit Judy is wearing and another one in a box nearby “ Hey Judy! What’s with the location and those wetsuits” she asked sitting beside the woman “ okay you know how I tune virtues for a living and some dolls have implants to record their experiences” V nods in acknowledgment “ I have a new device where we can connect two peoples nervous systems so they feel the same thing” V looked surprised and a little confused “ that answers one question why here of all places?” She asked as she put on the wetsuit “ It’s quite simple you’ll find out once you take a dive” Judy spoke smirking a little seeing V’s expression changed to annoyed. But with no hesitation V jumps in first soon Judy is joined in and after calibration is done heading down towards the remains of the town of Laguna Bend. The place Judy lived with her grandparents since her mom died when she was young and her father had abandoned her, V learns more about Judy while Johnny is gagging at the mushiness of it all while swimming in the church they hear the same memories and sounds. Soon the relic malfunctions causing V to pass out making Judy abandon the sunken town to bring V to shore and performing cpr on her.

“ Woah what happened how’d you manage to pull me up” V asked as Judy helped her up on to a sunbathing chair. Judy was kneeling on the dock in front of V “ I…I don’t know… all I know I didn’t think about it.. I just did it” she said sounding a bit choked up. V felt the mood change and she felt her heart pounding against her chest “ Judy Alvarez you saved my life… thank you “ she smiled looking over at Judy whose face is tinged with red as she playfully shoved her shoulder “ Your such a gonk “ she smiled standing up “ you must be freezing let’s head inside “ Judy walks towards the abandoned bungalow “ so this was your neighbours right?” V asked trailing behind her “ yup he couldn’t bear leave Laguna Bend the police tried to get him to move but he was stubborn. Unfortunately with how toxic the water is he died” V nods and once inside Judy managed to find coffee “ I’ll boil a kettle how do you take it?” V looked over “ milk and sugar please.” Judy hums in response noticing the power is out “ fuck the generator is off “ V gets up from her seat “ I’ll take a look “ Judy rolled her eyes “ be careful this time “ V gets towards the generator to turn it back on

‘ This was incredibly relaxing ‘ she thought to herself while heading inside hearing a memory Judy has of Evalyn warning her to be careful . “ Judy what about coffee?” She asked not seeing Judy in the kitchen soon heading towards the bathroom opening it. She seen her expression and immediately sits beside her “ Judy what is it you know we’re still connected “ Judy sniffled “ I found out through Roxanne the tiger claws killed a bunch of joytoys including Tom she was lucky to get out.” She expressed feeling extremely guilty about what happened V took this to comfort Judy wrapping an arm around her waist embracing her “ it’s not your fault it’s the tiger claws doing now let’s forget about it for a moment “ v spoke her voice lower holding Judy’s face capturing her lips in hers.

Before Judy could respond she felt V lean in and almost moaned at the feeling of her lips finally on hers. Judy pulled her away leading towards the bed pulling V to straddle her to continue their make out session. Their hands roaming around the other’s body V has pulled away from the kiss to kiss down her neck while Judy taken the opportunity to take off her clothes and doing the same for V. V had gotten in a spooning position Judy’s back flushed to her chest as she explored her body reaching between her legs to circle her clit feeling her body arch into her touch “ fuck V that feels so good “ Judy moaned out craning her neck to kiss V as she rubbed a little firmer feeling her get more turned on “ I need to get a taste.” V mumbled to herself as she flipped Judy on her back kissing down her body all over her tattoos and before she could do anything she leaned up to kiss her. V took her place between her legs and began to kiss along her inner thighs before reaching her destination as she licked up her slit flicking against her clit . Judy’s hips buck into V’s face gripping her hair as V moves up to kiss Judy introducing two fingers inside her the pace was almost frantic her wrist angled so her palm was rubbing against her clit . “ Fuck fuck fuck V you’re going to make me cum just like that .” Judy held her hand that’s fingering her as V kisses on her neck humming against her neck feeling Judy tighten around her as moans out her name feeling the gush of her orgasm as she slowed down to let her ride out her pleasure she laid beside her going to clean her up with her tongue till Judy pushed her head away. V laid back down and lights up a cigarette having a drag soon after Judy is straddling her having a drag before leaning over V “ my turn to repay you “ Judy smirked as did V.

V leaned up against the headboard smoking her cigarette while she watched Judy kiss down her body getting a better view of her tattoos on her back biting her lip. Judy didn’t tease her like she did to her immediately licking up to her clit while she suckled on it causing V to almost drop her cigarette she flicked it out before her hands tangled in her short hair “ fuck Judy your mouth .” V moans out as Judy smirks against her clit she switched with rubbing her clit with her thumb while she sticks her tongue into her despite not going to far in with how turned on V was she was already tightening up “ oh fuck that’s it shit I’m going to cum.” V moans out her voice a little hoarse from her loud moans as she clamps her thighs around Judy’s head as she cums hard. Judy slowed her movements before pressing a kiss to her clit before crawling her way up V immediately pulled her in for a kiss moaning at the taste of herself on her tongue “ holy shit that was incredible.” V spoke up she wrapped her arms around her and intertwined their legs “ mhm it was let’s head to sleep “ Judy mumbled tiredly V felt tired too she just nods pulling the covers over them falling asleep

V wakes up to find Judy missing she puts on her clothes walking outside half asleep seeing Judy on the dock “ morning “ she greets Judy who smiled at her arrival “ hey you here’s your coffee “ V held the mug taking a sip “ so what was that?” Judy asked seriously “ would you like a repeat of last night.” Judy rolled her eyes “ I’m being serious V .. like what did that mean to you “ she asked softly looking over at her. “ it was the start of something new. If that’s what you’d want” V says awkwardly her face a little pink while Judy smiled wide pulling her into a hug “ you ruined my plans you know I was planning to move away from Night City “ she gave a half smile while V laughed softly “ guess I gotta make it up to you “ she leaned in closer to Judy their lips almost touching “ you sure do “ she smiled before kissing her softly

A/N: hi so I hope you liked this! I didn’t proof read this but it’s been sitting in my brain for a while and decided to do it

[the-himawari]

A3! Troupe Event Translation - Journey to the Colours (9/11)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Kumon: … (I caused so much worry for not only everyone in Summer troupe, but also nii-chan and Director…) (I’ll give it my absolute all in rehearsals from tomorrow on to make up for it!)

*bzz, bzz*

Kumon: Yamaguchi? Ah! I forgot to reply to him! Hello!?

Yamaguchi: “Hello? You haven’t replied since earlier. Did something happen?”

Kumon: Sorry! I was kinda all over the place… But don’t worry, I watched the last match of your high school life!

Yamaguchi: “I know because I saw you. I didn’t get a reaction back though.”

Kumon: I said I was sorry!

Yamaguchi: “So, how was it?”

Kumon: Eh? Erm, well… you were really cool out there! It was like the culmination of all the practice you put in for three years. There’s no way you wouldn’t look cool having the time of your life like that after everything you’ve done!

Yamaguchi: “Geez, what’re you talking about?”

Kumon: Also, I remembered the time I was part of the baseball team and it felt so nostalgic. I felt kinda sad and jealous seeing all of you playing in the game together. That fist bump you did at the end—you also did that in the past when we lost a game a long time ago, right?

Yamaguchi: “Ahh… right, I did do that, huh? It just came back to me.”

Kumon: Just now!? Geez, dude~. I thought you were encouraging me.

Yamaguchi: “…Well, to be honest, I wanted to play as a battery together with you until the very end, too.” “But it’s not like I won’t be able to play baseball with you anymore. Even now, we play catch and casual games together, don’t we?”

Kumon: —Yeah, that’s true! Let’s keep playing baseball together from here on out, ‘kay, Yamaguchi!

Yamaguchi: “You know it.”

Kazunari: …Kumopi looks happy.

Tenma: It looks like his fog has been lifted.

Muku: Yeah. I’m so glad.

Yuki: We’d be in trouble if our lead was a wishy-washy guy.

Misumi: I can’t wait for our rehearsals starting tomorrow~.

-pause-

Tenma: “Tch, another annoying guy is here.”

Muku: “Hmph. It doesn’t matter how many people come, they’re not match for us!”

Kumon: “I’ve been searching high and low for you! You can’t deceive people!”

Juza: Just now, you should keep your center of gravity a lil lower—.

Kumon: …Like this? Woah, it’s a lot easier to do now! Thanks, nii-chan!

Juza: It’s ‘cause you practiced. You’re movin’ better than before in general.

Kumon: Ehehe! Nii-chan complimented me~!

Muku: Good for you, Kyu-chan!

Banri: Kumon’s got good reflexes to begin with, so he’s quick to get the hang of it.

Izumi: That’s true. It’s great it looks like he’s able to focus now and get back on track.

-pause-

Kumon: Hmm…

Kazunari: What’s up, Kumopi?

Kumon: I’m trying to come up with a title for the show~. Director told me the title is gonna be finalized soon, so I should let her know if I have any good ideas.

Kazunari: Gotcha~. I gotta fix the flyer design soon too. So, you got any ideas?

Kumon: I’ve wracked my brain, but…

Kazunari: The Tale of The Wicked Heavenly Dragon Son Goku’s Adventure… Extreme West Quest… those titles would totes suit you, don’tcha think~!

Kumon: Well, I tried thinking of words that are phonetically similar, but nothing’s clicked yet~.

Kazunari: Phonetically similar, huh~… AH! In that case, how does this sound?

-pause-

Kumon: This happens every time, but we got the show in the blink of an eye, huh?

Tenma: When rehearsals got into full swing, it felt like we were just blasting through it.

Muku: Opening day is nerve wracking no matter how many times I experience it. Are you holding up, Kyu-chan?

Kumon: I feel nervous, but I’m also super psyched!

Kazunari: Kumopi’s so dependable~!

Yuki: You were ridiculously pale during your first leading show.

Misumi: Now he looks raring to go~!

Muku: You’ve grown a tremendous amount compared to back then.

Kumon: Ehehe.

Izumi: Everyone will be fine. Just perform as you did during rehearsals. Be careful not to injure yourselves, alright?

Kumon: Got it!

Tenma: It’s the overly eager guys like that who are the most at risk.

Yuki: Takes one to know one.

Tenma: No one asked!

Kumon: Ahaha!

Izumi: (A lively color that’s bright enough to blow away all their nerves—this is what you call Summer troupe…)

*flashback starts*

Izumi: …”Journey to the Colours”?*

Kumon: Yeah! Kazu-san came up with it!

Kazunari: I got it from Kumopi’s idea to use a phonetic equivalent~. Our costumes and the visuals for the world setting in our upcoming show are more colourful and vibrant than usual, aren’t they? I hope our play will also overflow with brilliance, just like Sanzo’s journey with his friends~!

Tsuzuru: …Great idea. Being highly saturated with colours suits Summer troupe.

Izumi: Yeah. Let’s go with that!

*flashback ends*

Izumi: (I’m glad we came up with a title that fits Summer troupe perfectly.) (May everyone in the Summer Troupe shine even more vividly on the stage on their opening day—.)

Manager: It’s almost showtime~!

Kumon: Group huddle, guys!

Kazunari: Okay~.

Kumon: Everyone, sorry for causing you so much worry this time! Since it was my second time playing the lead role, I thought that I had to work hard and show everyone my best side. But I know I ended up causing unnecessary trouble. I felt lost and depressed when I remembered my baseball team days… But I realized once again that the reason why I’m able to stand on stage with such confidence is because I have all of you. Because I'm with you guys, I feel like I can do anything. We’re definitely going to make this how a success! LET’S GO! TO TENJIKU!

Kazunari: YEAH!

Muku: Yeah!

Misumi: LET’S GO!

Yuki: He’s hyping us up like a baseball team, huh?

Tenma: It feels like we’re going to Nationals again.

-pause-

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “Going on a journey with someone you don’t get along with is hell…”

Goku [Kumon]: “Ehh? You think so? Travelling is fun no matter who you’re with!” “Ah, it says they’re holding a festival right now. I wanna go!”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “Listen, Goku. This is an ascetic journey to Tenjiku in order to study sutras. It is not a sightseeing trip.”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “Since I’ve come all the way here, I’d like to stop by a town a little further south.” “I heard there’s a popular sweets shop. They have fluffy pao cakes.”

Gojo [Misumi]: “No festivals and no sweets shops. There will be too many women. It’s dangerous. I’d much rather pass through the mountain range over there where we’re bound not to meet anyone.”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “If a regular human like our master climbed such a steep mountain, he would freeze to death.”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “…That’s enough. I will head to the temple lodging where we are staying today by myself.”

Goku [Kumon]: “That’s too dangerous! Master, if you travel alone, you’ll get gobbled up by demons in no time.”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “*Sigh*…”

Goku [Kumon]: “Since everyone wants to go somewhere different, why don’t we take turns and visit all of them in order?”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “What a pain.”

Gojo [Misumi]: “I’m absolutely against going to a festival or sweets shop.”

Goku [Kumon]: “Now, now. You might have fun if you go! Let’s go, let’s go!”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “My sweets shop will be first on the list then. I heard there’s a huge line, so we have to go early tomorrow morning.”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “*Sigh*… good grief. I am not the least bit interested. But I suppose I must…”

-pause-

*jumps down*

Ginkaku [Muku]: “Older brother, is that human…?”

Kinkaku [Tenma]: “There’s no mistaking it. He’s the spitting image of Genjo Sanzo’s portrait.”

Ginkaku [Muku]: “I wonder if Sanzo will be tasty…”

Kinkaku [Tenma]: “They say eating him will prolong your lifespan, but I wonder about the taste. Well, we’ll know once we devour him.”

Ginkaku [Muku]: “I can’t wait!”

*dream starts*

Gojo in his previous life [Misumi]: “Enough already. This is different than what you’ve been saying up until now.”

Hakkai in his previous life [Yuki]: “I can’t go along with your selfish whims anymore, Goku.”

Goku in his previous life [Kumon]: “Eh~? But it’s more fun this way.”

Gojo in his previous life [Misumi]: “I heard you were going to create a world with only women, so I went along with your plan.”

Hakkai in his previous life [Yuki]: “And I jumped on board because you said that all the food in the world would become extremely spicy gourmet food I love if I went along with you.” “I’m done here~!”

Gojo in his previous life [Misumi]: “I’m out too.”

*walks away*

Goku in his previous life [Kumon]: “What the hell… I can’t help it, you know? I changed my mind.”

Heaven’s voice: “Goku… you have manipulated those around you at your own fickle whims and you have thrown the world in to chaos.” “You cannot return to heaven until you repent.”

Goku [Kumon]: “HUH!? Why!? No way! I just did what I thought was fun! I’m not doing anything wrong!”

*dreams ends*

Goku [Kumon]: “*Yaaawn*…”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “You look sleepy.”

Goku [Kumon]: “I had a weird dream.”

Gojo [Misumi]: “It’s just before dawn. Anyone would be sleepy. You said there’d be a wait, but this is one hell of a line. Where is the store?”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “There’s still 5 hours before the store opens, but look at this queue…”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “This isn't even the worst. When it’s bad, there are people who pull two all-nighters.”

Gojo [Misumi]: “Did you say two? You mean there are people who will stand in line here for two days straight?”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “How dreadful… Will we have to endure this for two whole days…?”

Goku [Kumon]: “I’m tired.”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “Goku. You’re the one who originally said you would go everywhere the others wanted to go, remember?”

Gojo [Misumi]: “You said we might have fun if we went.”

Goku [Kumon]: “Well this isn’t fun! It’s boring. I wanna go somewhere else!”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “How selfish…”

Girl A: “Excuse me. Can we take a picture together?”

Girl B: “Are you a celebrity, mister? You look so cool!”

Gojo [Misumi]: “Err… n-no, I’m…”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “And as usual, he’s unnecessarily popular with the ladies~.”

Goku [Kumon]: “Hey, hey. Can I head to the next place already?”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “You threw in the towel way too fast. You’ve only been in line for a few minutes.”

Goku [Kumon]: “I’m at my limit! See ya~.”

*runs off*

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “Wait, Goku. Simply acting on your own like that—.”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “Master, anything you say to Goku will go in one ear and out the other.”

Girl C: “Please take a selfie with me!”

Girl D: “What’s this line for? Is it to take selfies with that guy? I’ll get in line too!”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “Would you look at that~. A new line has formed in front of Gojo.”

Gojo [Misumi]: “S-sorry… I’ll just… head back to the temple first…”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “And now Gojo…”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “You guys sure lack grit~. If you just wait a little longer, you’ll be able to eat an exquisite pao cake full of cream.” “The cream in the pao cakes are threefold: they contain honey, condensed milk, and chocolate.”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “That’s… going to be too sweet for me, don’t you think? I’ll just get a drink.”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “Once you enter the store, there’s a sign that says you have to order one pao cake per person.”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “…My apologies, but I am going to head back to the temple first.”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “Huh~! Even you, Master~?”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “If our palates don’t match, then we won’t be able to share a meal together…”

-pause-

*door opens*

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “Phew… yes, the temple really is the most relaxing place of all.”

Gojo [Misumi]: “You are right about that… there’s not a single woman here…”

Goku [Kumon]: “So, what should we do? Baseball? Soccer? BBQ?”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “What are you thinking in a place like this? This is a spot where one calmly faces their own selves.”

Goku [Kumon]: “Aww, that’s boring.”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “You should read one of the scriptures too.”

Goku [Kumon]: “You’re just saying that because you like scriptures.” “There’s no point just reading books like that. We gotta get out and see the great wide world!” “Come on, let’s all go play together!”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “You’re going to receive bad karma if you speak about scriptures like that—.”

Heaven’s voice: “You know too little of the outside world. While it is impressive that you're so diligent about studying, you are simply clinging to your books.”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “—Please leave me be and go on your own. I will stay here.”

Goku [Kumon]: “Eh~! What about you then, Gojo?”

Gojo [Misumi]: “Of course I am going to say with Master. As a disciple, that’s only natural.”

Goku [Kumon]: “I know it’s because you won't get caught up by women here! Ugh, whatever. I’m going alone then. You guys are lame!”

*runs off*

Gojo [Misumi]: “How dare he talks to Master that way? Good grief.”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “What in the world was that voice earlier…”

Gojo [Misumi]: “What is the matter?”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “ …Oh, no. It’s nothing.”

-pause-

Goku [Kumon]: “I really don’t see eye to eye with those guys, huh~? Festivals are definitely more fun.”

*shoots*

Goku [Kumon]: “Ah, you ladies are amazing at shooting the targets. Here, have some juice.”

Lady A: “Thanks!”

Lady B: “Do you wanna try shooting too?”

Goku [Kumon]: “Don’t mind if I do! Target practice is a staple at festivals, after all~.”

*shoots*

Lady A: “Hey, you’re a pro at this!”

Goku [Kumon]: “Is there anything you want? Which one should I aim for?”

Lady A: “If you’re asking, then that plushie over there!”

Goku [Kumon]: “A plushie, huh?”

*shoots*

Lady B: “Amazing! You hit it right on the mark!”

Goku [Kumon]: “Here you go.”

Lady A: “Thanks! Shall I treat you to something as thanks?”

Goku [Kumon]: “If you insist, let’s go to karaoke.”

Lady B: “Are you by yourself? Did you not come here with friends?”

Goku [Kumon]: “No worries, no worries! I don’t get along with them at all~. Let’s hang out ‘til morning~.”

-pause-

Ginkaku [Muku]: “Welcome. Table for one? Do you have any companions—.”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “For one.”

Ginkaku [Muku]: “…Please take a seat over here.”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “I finally made it into the store~. I’ll have the special, fluffy, three-layered pao cake, please!”

Ginkaku [Muku]: “Coming right up.”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “Gojo and the others should’ve came too. Too bad, so sad~.”

-pause-

Ginkaku [Muku]: “Apologies for the wait. Here’s a special, fluffy, three-layered pao cake. Please enjoy it while it’s hot.” (I didn’t expect Sanzo to be absent, but the less obstacles the better. Now quickly, with one bite of the poisoned pao cake…)

Hakkai [Yuki]: “Don’t mind if I do—.”

Ginkaku [Muku]: (Nice. With that, it’ll be one down for the count.)

Hakkai [Yuki]: “Ah! Hold on, I forgot something important. I have to take a pic and post it to inste.”

Ginkaku [Muku]: “—“

Hakkai [Yuki]: “Mmm, which angle… ah, this might come out well. I think this angle is more aesthetic…”

Ginkaku [Muku]: “Dear customer, please dig in alread— Ah, no. Shall we take the picture together?”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “I’m good. Hmm. The position of the fork and knife are a bit off…

Ginkaku [Muku]: (Oh my god. Hurry up and eat it…)

Hakkai [Yuki]: “Wait a minute?”

Ginkaku [Muku]: “—” (Did he figure out who I am?)

Hakkai [Yuki]: “The pao cake on the table next to me is adorable! It looks tasty~. Which menu item is that?”

Customer beside him: “This one? It’s the deluxe, fluffy-wuffy, four-layered pao cake.” “I’ve always wanted to try it, so I rode on horseback for four days straight…”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “It was worth coming, wasn’t it~!”

Customer beside him: “Totally! Ah, would you like to try a bite?”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “Are you sure!? Alright, I’ll share some of mine too.”

Ginkaku [Muku]: “Um—”

Customer beside him: “Thanks so much! I also wanted to try the special one, but I didn’t think I could finish everything myself.”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “The best part of eating desserts is when everyone shares a bit of their own, after all~.”

Customer beside him: “I feel you~. Alright, let’s eat!”

Ginkaku [Muku]: “Ah, hold on—"

Customer beside him: “Urk—"

*collapses*

Hakkai [Yuki]: “Eh!? Are you okay!?”

Ginkaku [Muku]: “Tch.”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “Wait, are you… a demon!?”

*transforms*

Ginkaku [Muku]: “I guess the jig is up. It's a bit of a hassle, but I suppose I’ll silence him with brute force.”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “How dare you interrupt our happy dessert time… I'll teach you that grudges over food are terrifying.”

Ginkaku [Muku]: “Hmph. Shut it, piggy. I’ll turn you into char siu in no time!”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “HA!? Don’t get carried away just because you look a little cute.”

*swords clash*

Ginkaku [Muku]: “—Geh. This char siu is surprisingly good…”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “DON’T CALL ME CHAR SIU!”

Ginkaku [Muku]: “If that’s the case… AH! IT’S THE MIRACLE, FWUFFY, SEVEN-LAYER PAO CAKE ON THE SECRET MENU!”

Hakkai [Yuki]: “Huh, what’d you say? Where?”

Ginkaku [Muku]: “Take this!’

*slashes*

Hakkai [Yuki]: “—Urgh.”

*falls*

-pause-

Gojo [Misumi]: “Why don’t you take a rest, Master?”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “There’s no need to concern yourself with me.”

Gojo [Misumi]: “Or would you like to go to the festival that Goku was talking about? Although, I have chronic hay fever so I’d have to stay back—”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “Festival…”

Heaven’s voice: “You should travel to Tenjiku in the west. Go see more of the outside world.”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “No, I’m okay as well.”

Gojo [Misumi]: “I see! If you say so! Very well then.”

Kinkaku [Tenma]: “Hello~? Somebody?”

Gojo [Misumi]: “—. It sounds like there’s a woman’s voice outside.”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “…”

Gojo [Misumi]: “Master? Master? Right, when Master starts reading scriptures, he doesn’t register the sounds around him…”

-pause-

Kinkaku [Tenma]: “You there~. Save me~.”

Gojo [Misumi]: “Um, me? …Err, you see… Ah. Oh, no, the pain! I SudDenlY GoT an UpSeT StoMaCH…!”

Kinkaku [Tenma]: “Then you there, monk~. Please save me from my misery~.”

Gojo [Misumi]: (? She gave up just like that…?)

Kinkaku [Tenma]: “Oh, monk~.”

Gojo [Misumi]: “Master, please be careful! I suspect she is no ordinary woman!”

Kinkaku [Tenma]: “Tch. How did you know?”

Gojo [Misumi]: “I have never once met a woman who does not approach me!”

Kinkaku [Tenma]: “Aren’t you embarrassed saying that yourself…?”

Gojo [Misumi]: “It’s the truth, so what do you want me to do! Just to be clear, I’m not bragging or anything!”

*transforms*

Kinkaku [Tenma]: “Well, whatever. It was the right call to station one of us here. It seems Ginkaku got the short end of the stick.”

Gojo [Misumi]: “Master, please run!”

Kinkaku [Tenma]: “Not on my watch!”

*slashes*

Gojo [Misumi]: “Geh—”

*falls*

Kinkaku [Tenma]: “Hmph. Child’s play.”

Heaven’s voice: “Books are not everything.”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “…I…”

Kinkaku [Tenma]: “Now then, how should I cook Sanzo?”

Gojo [Misumi]: “MASTER!”

Sanzo [Kazunari]: “—!!”

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*The original Japanese title is a play on words. Original: "最遊記" (saiyuki: Journey to the West). Summer troupe's play: "彩遊記" (saiyuki: the '彩' kanji being read 'sai' and meaning colourful, brilliant)

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[jjenjoysthings]

so so good as always, and also the trope of there's only one person who can make you feel better has me weak

He’s been avoiding you.  To be specific, Luke’s been running away from you. Typical son of Hermes, and a typical teenage boy at that.

Honestly though, who the fuck kisses someone senseless and then runs away?

NAH CS LUKE IS SO RELATABLE, i can't laugh at that cause that is definitely some shit I would do

The anger, the mania, the hurt. If you unleash it, only the gods can predict how much of camp would be affected by your ‘outbursts’, as your dad likes to call them.

I really love that she has more of the insanity, madness, and theatre aspects of Mr. D, I feel like sometimes people only focus on the wine and vegetation aspects of him which isn't a bad thing but he's more than just "the wine god"

into being the perfect daughter, that at the end of the day, you’ve drained yourself of who you are with who you try to be. “D’s a great dad to the twins. But I just feel like… maybe he wasn’t meant to be mine,” “I can do it, you know. D’s wrong about me,” you whisper, and the words come out sounding so desperate for him to believe the performance you always put on that you avert your eyes.

WHAT DID HE SAY TO HER HUH?? the oldest/only daughter pressure is so real, also I wonder if there'll be bonding moments between D and trouble, maybe after the betrayal??

and Luke decides he hates your dad for what he puts you through, not just as a shitty camp director but as a shitty dad.

HE DECIDES HE HATES HER DAD, oooo just a thought what if post tlt Luke is thinking about everything, and contemplating if this is the way to go but then just remembers all the times trouble has felt unappreciated and all the times he had to comfort her, and thinking he hates the gods (specifically her dad) even more for doing that to her and other demigods (I am allergic to happiness apparently cause why would my brain conjure that thought up)

“Luke, don’t be an asshole…” “I thought you liked me like that,”

I do and I am afraid to unpack what that says about me LMAO

To be seen is a fickle thing. But to be known is something more intimate, and nothing will be able to erase the connection you both share—fatal flaws and all. There are things you can’t change about people, what they are at their core, and so he takes what you hate about yourself with both hands and pulls you towards his chest until you settle against him with a sniffle.

ENOUGHHHH I'm a puddle on the floor already

“Let me make it up to you, trouble.” “What, so you run away again?” you scoff, snickering at the sight of his ego being taken down a notch.

LMAO HUMBLED SO BAD

“I keep my promises. Do you?” “Who said a kiss was a promise? I meant it as a threat,”

are you sure about that Luke?? hmmm idk about that one

also a kiss as a threat is so trouble

suddenly work is off the table for the rest of the night. You on the table, however, well... that could be negotiated. “I knew something was wrong with me when your so-called threats got less scary and more sexy,” “They can wait until morning. For now, you’re mine.”

hehe woah there, got me giggling fr

you have done it once again, keeping us well fed with the trouble verse thank you for another amazing work mwah <333

said he likes crazy

a ‘partners in crime’ installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 2.1k

summary: (pre-established relationship) You’re having a bad day, and only Luke knows how to make you feel better. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader

a/n: SAID HE LIKES CRAZY GIRLS, BUT HE HATES WHEN I ACT CRAZY guys i didnt sleep for this pls tell me its ok

(posted 1/29/24, beta’d by the lovely ellie @lixzey )

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He’s been avoiding you. 

To be specific, Luke’s been running away from you. Typical son of Hermes, and a typical teenage boy at that. But if anyone’s asked you what’s up (which, they all have, after almost 4 years of seeing you two not go a day without bickering), it’s just easier to say you’ve been busy.

Okay, so perhaps you’ve been avoiding him too.

Annabeth clocked you as soon as you turned tail after almost bumping into him after archery practice. Damn children of Athena; it’d be nice if they weren’t so perceptive sometimes.

“What did he do this time?” she pipes up, filling the silence of the Big House. It’s late now, and the cabin counselors’ meeting just ended.

“Seeing as you’re the one helping me with the paperwork tonight and not him, you can take a good guess, Annie,” you sigh.

Honestly though, who the fuck kisses someone senseless and then runs away? (Luke Castellan, that’s who.) You weren’t sure what to make of it. You’re a daughter of chaos, after all, not love. But if there’s anyone who can read your emotions better than yourself, it’s him. 

Annabeth stares at her idiot brother through the window as he wanders in the grass outside the Big House.

“That bad, huh?”

“He’s just…being Luke,” you say, blinking slowly as you shuffle through the last of the files you need to put on your dad’s desk before you mutter, “I’m just having a bad day.”

A noise of concern makes its way up Annabeth’s throat. You haven’t had a bad day in a while, in all honesty, not one that makes you act like this, admittedly not one that makes you act like you— the daughter of Dionysus, god of insanity, and not the daughter of Mr. D, camp director.

It was just a bad day until it turned into a bad week, and the voices in your head were starting to get loud without Luke distracting you. Because that’s what he ultimately is, a distraction from your camp duties. 

There’s so much to do and so little time, however, that you hide away your microexpressions that seem to be clawing at you from the inside. The anger, the mania, the hurt. If you unleash it, only the gods can predict how much of camp would be affected by your ‘outbursts’, as your dad likes to call them. Not like you had a choice in the matter. Your days of wreaking havoc are behind you, now presenting yourself as the stellar star of the Camp Half-Blood show. It’s almost a one-woman production with you picking up after your father and trying to tame the traits he passed down.

Thanks for that, D. 

So you give and you give and you give—all your attention and time and effort into keeping camp upright, into being the perfect daughter, that at the end of the day, you’ve drained yourself of who you are with who you try to be.

You look at your tired reflection in the window, before your eyebrow raises at the sight of Luke blending in with the shadows of the tree he’s leaning against. Idiot.

“Annie, would you mind…”

“Yeah, I’ll do cabin checks myself. Might drag your brother to do them with me,” she smiles, patting your arm before grabbing her bag.

“If he complains, let me know. Pollux has heard me bitch enough today.” The small girl raises an eyebrow at that, biting her tongue from responding. You chewed out a lot of people today, acting extra uptight and demanding of the counselors to “just do the right thing.” It was almost insufferable, but despite you trying to hold it in, your emotions bled into their own. Everyone was agitated by the end of the meeting, filing out quickly with biting words and hot tempers. You couldn’t help but notice Luke led them all out of there, and they also somehow got the feeling that he was to blame. 

Smiling at Annabeth in thanks, you watch her walk out to Luke before punching him in the stomach as he grimaces, meeting your violet gaze through the window as he raises a hand. It’s hard to tell if it’s to signal a truce or his embarrassment, but he trudges the way up the path and the door creaks open.

“Heard you were having a bad day,” he mumbles, scratching the nape of his neck. You look at him from the corner of your eye as you continue to write down the weekly to-dos and organize papers for your dad to sign and send back to Zeus.

“Why are you here, Castellan?”

“So we’re back to that? I thought…” his voice trails off at the sound of his last name, not Luke, not angelface, or anything in between, and both of you are unsure how to proceed. Neither of you have done this before, at least not with each other. You tilt your head to the side, daring him to speak, and it reminds him of a week ago, you bathed in sunlight when he leaned in and kissed you. Though if he did that right now, he’s not sure how you’d react. 

“It’s just a bad day,” you whisper in defeat, lilac eyes wilting in front of him like an overwatered flower.

He realizes then that he cares for you more than he knows how to. And Luke knows what it means when you’re having a bad day.

There’s a deranged look in your eye, a subtle eye twitch and clench of your jaw that is almost insusceptible to the average demigod, but he knows you’re on edge, having taunted you mercilessly until you scream, cry, laugh, or all of the above. But most of all you look tired and in need of someone who knows how it feels to be underappreciated. 

“D’s a great dad to the twins. But I just feel like… maybe he wasn’t meant to be mine,” you whisper, rolling your tongue against the front of your teeth to push back the sob a 14-year-old version of you would let out deep in the dark of cabin 11, having been there for months and knowing Dionysus was your father and waiting for him to see you. To know you. 

“Giving me a hard time about all of this,” you say, hands gesturing to the things you have to prepare for him by morning. You’re overworked, underpaid, and definitely not appreciated— and Luke decides he hates your dad for what he puts you through, not just as a shitty camp director but as a shitty dad. He’s learned to live with the hurt—to use it to fuel his vengeance for how he plans to make the world better. But your ambition makes you change yourself constantly to try to be better. Both fatal flaws are fueled by the ignorance of your fathers. He knows the feeling all too well. He knows you.

“What do you need?” he asks simply, stepping closer to your form hunched over the desk.

“I can do it, you know. D’s wrong about me,” you whisper, and the words come out sounding so desperate for him to believe the performance you always put on that you avert your eyes.

He doesn’t need to be convinced; instead, he holds his arms out waiting for you to let you make the next move. Luke is neither a fool nor a knave— there are no tricks here, no hidden agenda as he watches you try to compose yourself with a deep breath instead of showing him the real you. The one who’s beneath the mask of being head counselor, your father’s saving grace, and the one who carries her responsibilities like Atlas carries the weight of the sky.

“I know you can. You always have. You really think I’m here to help you file paperwork?” He means it. 

“Will you let me?” Whether he meant sharing the workload or being there for you, you wouldn’t dare to ask. It’s all the same, anyway—laying yourself bare for someone to peek into your mind and have them not laugh at it.

Suddenly you speak, and the intensity of your tone makes him straighten his posture. 

“Sometimes… Do you ever feel the need to just…”

“What?” He reaches out to tug your hair, and in the dim light, he can see the bloom of your cheeks. You’re shy, and Luke thinks you look soft like this, wary of how he perceives you.

“I shouldn’t.” Fuck the gods. He can see the thought form in your eyes, the heat of your stare tearing through his, and his lips pull into a smirk.

“What was that, trouble?” 

“Luke, don’t be an asshole…” You say warily, biting the inside of your cheek. There’s no way you’re going down in the history books for cursing the gods because Luke Castellan of all people made you. 

“I thought you liked me like that,” he’s grinning now, and grabbing your chin lightly, mouthing the words to echo your thoughts. 

Fuck the gods.

“Fuck.” you whisper, before your voice fails you, your eyes closing both from his touch and the genuine fear of the heavens falling down from the sacrilege falling from your lips.

“Louder,” he whispers, pulling your face up close to his, “come on, you used to be more fun, trouble. I believe in you.”

“Fuck!” you say louder and he’s whispering in your ear, urging you to toe the line between perfect child and degenerate.

“Say it again.”

“FUCK! FUCK THE…” you yell before you sigh exasperatedly, eyes widening as you feel the breath release from your chest before your head lolls onto his shoulder. 

“Gods, you’re fucking insane, Castellan.”

He laughs lowly, and it sounds as sweet as sin. Your smiling lips make an imprint on his collarbone, and he wishes they would sear themselves on there for the rest of eternity.

“Hey, I get it from you. Feel better?”

To be seen is a fickle thing. But to be known is something more intimate, and nothing will be able to erase the connection you both share—fatal flaws and all. There are things you can’t change about people, what they are at their core, and so he takes what you hate about yourself with both hands and pulls you towards his chest until you settle against him with a sniffle. Luke tilts your chin up again, a rough thumb wiping away evidence of your watery smile. He thinks he sees a glimpse of a past you—a younger one that dyed his socks purple to make him feel like he belongs here. And he knows now that he does belong with you, right here as he holds you in the quiet of the Big House.

“Ugh, I’ll kiss you later, I still have to finish up here. You’re not off the hook, angelface.” You sigh, pushing away from him before he tugs you back, your feet stumbling as you roll your eyes at his impish expression.

“Let me make it up to you, trouble.”

“What, so you run away again?” you scoff, snickering at the sight of his ego being taken down a notch.

“I’ve just….I don’t know how to do all of this with you. Guess I’m worried it won’t meet your expectations, Miss Head Counselor.” A boyish sort of bashfulness crosses his features, and he’s twirling a piece of your hair in his hands like spinning silk.

“I just hope you never stop surprising me. That’s all I ask.”

Your hand touches his wrist lightly, and he sighs like you’ve already taken his breath away.

“I keep my promises. Do you?”

“Who said a kiss was a promise? I meant it as a threat,” you laugh before he’s pressing your hips into the table, nose nudging against yours and suddenly work is off the table for the rest of the night.

You on the table, however, well... that could be negotiated.

“I knew something was wrong with me when your so-called threats got less scary and more sexy,” Luke teases, running a finger on the side of your cheek. His breath tickles your lips, and you can imagine the rage your father would feel if he caught the two of you in his office like this. Besides the blatant defiance, you briefly wonder if your rebellion would get him to respect you more. An interesting thought.

“You’re absolutely terrible. I need to get this done… The gods don’t wait for us.”

A weak sigh leaves your mouth as your brain is already riddled with thoughts of him and he closes the gap between your lips.

“They can wait until morning. For now, you’re mine.”

—

“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first — bullshit.

I have never loved myself.

But you —

Oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like. (via swxrn-in)”

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[lilysdaydreams]

For Them

→ Pairing : Corpse Husband X Fem!Reader

→ Genre : fluff.

→ Warnings : Swearing, Reader panicking a bit.

→ Request : Heya! I was thinking maybe a corpse x reader where the reader is playing among us with him and the gang and they use the proximity mic and he walks past her to hear her singing and she’s kept her singing like a MAJOR secret because she’s shy about it- idk you don’t have to do it if ya don’t feel like it it’s just an idea 💛

→ A/N : Oh my god, did Lily finally finish writing something??? YES SHE DID. Pretty happy with this, so I hope you guys enjoy as well! Sorry for any spelling mistakes :) Requests are open!

~~~

You grabbed the water on the table, moving to the side and out of the camera to quickly take a few sips. You could hear the rest of the group still yelling about the previous game. You laughed quietly hearing Peter and Rae yell at each other.

Looking over at chat you hummed as you took  in the questions.

"How much longer am I streaming?" you read out the question.

"Probably a few more games. Maybe like 30 more minutes. I wanna go get dinner soon." you mumbled as you kept on scanning the chat.

A random question caught your eye.

"Do I sing?" you read out with a laugh.

"Wow, that's such a random question oh my god. Um, I used to want to be a singer when I was a kid," you started leaning back in your chair. You looked at the ceiling reminiscing and chuckled when you remembered the concerts you used to throw for your parents.

"I used to get my parents to be the audience and I would sing all my different songs for them. When they weren't free, I would do it for all of my plushies on my bed. Oh my god, I probably have old videos in the basement or something."

You smiled wistfully, looking back onto the screen.

"Those were good times," you muttered.

Looking back onto chat, your eyes widened at the amount of  "SING FOR US" messages.

"Woah guys, calm down, that was when I was a kid. I don't sing seriously you know that right?" you questioned, laughing at how fast the chat was going.

"Okay okay," you said smiling when they didn't stop. "Lemme ju- Oh wait" you cut yourself off seeing the words "IMPOSTER" light up your screen.

"LETS GOOOOO" you yelled, turning your mic on again for the game. Everyone's voice slowly faded as people went different ways. You  stuck with Lily, both of you going straight to medbay.

"Lilyyyyy" you said dragging her name out.

"Y/N" she said doing the same to you.

You giggled, and asked her if she had med scan.

"Nope, I have the inspecting the sample one."

"Ohh okay," you said getting on the med scan and pretending to scan. You watched as Lily finished her task, saying a quiet "bye" and rushing off to the next task.

You sighed, moving off the scan and starting to walk towards weapons. "Lily's so nice, I'm so glad I got to meet her through this. Like, she's the absolute sweetest I swear, I'm hoping that I get to m-" you got cut off by a body being reported.

"Already?" you asked, others echoing. You gasped when you saw who was killed, immediately whining about how someone could kill Sykunno, while playfully glaring at Sean's name, who was the other imposter.

"Okay, so the body was at reactor," revealed Rae.

"I was in the cafeteria, going towards weapons. Me and Lily were in Medbay before but she left before me," you said leaning back.

Lily confirmed this, also stating that she was in weapons now.

Sean, Corpse and Felix all said they were in Electrical, and Poki said she'd been in storage.

You looked at the chat again, not saying anything while the rest said where they were.

The chat was still spamming "Sing please!" and you looked back to the game without giving an answer. If you were being honest, then what you had said before was a lie. You still sang. Hell, it had been your dream to release your songs ever since you started writing at 15. You had started singing by singing for your parents. Ever since their car crash though, you couldn't even think about  performing for anyone else. If you couldn't even  perform for them, then what was the point? For some reason, whenever you thought of  singing in front of someone, you couldn't even get the words out.

You sighed and skipped voting as the timer ticked down. No one was ejected and you started humming slightly as you moved away from everyone.

"Hmm should I sing you a song everyone?" you asked your voice very low. You breathed deeply reminding yourself that technically no one was in the room with you, and it was only your fans watching, a small community of people who were the sweetest you had ever seen.

Going into reactor and moving down to the very end so that no one could see you, you breathed in deeply and started singing lightly, noticing that the lights were off, the blinking arrow in the corner of your screen.

"I think we could do it if we tried

If only to say you're mine

Sofia, know that you and I

Shouldn't feel like a crime

You know I'll do anything you ask me to

But oh my God, I think I'm in love with you

Standin' here alone now, think that we -"

"Y/N what the fuck your voice is -"

You screamed before the person could even finish what they were saying, hitting the "kill" button without even realising, and letting out a gasp when you saw the black body flop over.

"Oh god, oh my god, what did I do?" you whispered staring at Corpses body, half of your brain freaking out over the fact that he had heard you and the other freaking out what to do. You quickly vented, coming out in electrical and pretending to do the download.

"Oh my god, guys!" you whispered furiously, playfully glaring at the camera. "This is all your fault, do you see what I did, I killed someone with my singing... I just got so scared because he came out of absolutely NOWHERE, oh my god guys." Leaving electrical, you heard someone yelling and headed closer to them laughing nervously when you found Toast and Sean yelling at each other.

"Hey guys," you said voice being unnoticed because of all the yelling and you moved into comms pretending to do a task there.

Just as you did that, Pokis body was found, and you gasped as you realised that Sean had killed three people so now there were 5 left. Toast was dead, which means that he just died, which left Sean, you, Rae, Lily and Leslie.

There was a stunned silence for a second as everyone took in the 4 kills and then Rae immediately  attacked.

"Ahh, the body was in cafeteria. Like bottom cafeteria."

"Um, So I just wanna add something, I was coming from the electrical right, and I was walking to comms, and Toast just passed in the middle of storage. I came into comms and Sean is here as well.

"Yup, shes right, toast just left and she came in." confirmed Sean.

"Well, I saw Leslie at the start of the round, we stuck together and then I was with Poki for a bit."

"Yeah okay, but where were you?"

"Well, I went to weapons then I went down into comms and storage and then I went electrical when lights were called and everyone was ther-" she said cutting herself off and gasping.  “Guess who WASNT there? Y/N wasn’t there!”

“Well yeah, I just thought someone else would do it” you replied. “I was all the way in upper engine and I couldn’t be bothered. You all did lights and I was doing my tasks in reactor and then I went to electrical and then I was waking to comms, and then I saw toast and then I got into comma and saw Sean. Even if I was the imposter and killed Toast, I definitely couldn’t have been able to kill Poki.”

“Yeah no, I still think it’s you,” said Rae after a pause, Leslie and Lily both giggling at her.

Lily chimed in then as well, “Yeah I haven’t seen y/n this whole round at ALLLLL, so I think its her as well."

Ignoring your protests, they all voted you out, and you shrugged at the camera as your character was thrown off the  ship.

"I think I'm okay with that guys, I was way too nervous to still play," you muttered, now looking at the chat.

"Guys," you whined suddenly remembering. "I was only meant to sing for you, I didn't want anyone else to hear it, Corpse literally came out of nowhere. I hope he wasn't deafened by my screeching," you grimaced.

The word "Victory" came onto your screen and you huffed out  a laugh as the lobby exploded with noise.

"Lily! I told you it was Sean!" exclaimed Rae.

"Sean was on a killing spree," you added in, sipping your water. "I only killed like two people cuz I was distracted, I swear he literally carried the whole game.”

“He backstabbed me!” said Sykkuno and you could hear the smile in his voice. “I was doing upload while he was right next to me and we were talking about how great this group was and he just killed me right there!”

Suddenly all the attention was on Sykkuno as everyone started cooing.

“Awww, Sykkuno, did you just compliment us?” Rae yelled, lots of other chiming in to tease Sykunno and him ending up stuttering because he got flustered.

“Alright guys,” you said when everyone quieted down. "I think I'm gonna go now."

"NOOOOO" yelled Rae, everyone else echoing her.

You smiled and quickly said your goodbyes, logging off the game and quickly saying bye to the viewers and ending that as well.

Slumping into your chair, your breath quickened. "Oh my god," you whispered, the realization creeping up on you that you had just sung in front of nearly ten thousand people and that Corpse had heard you sing. You and Corpse had met through Among Us with Toast inviting you to the lobby. You had fun playing with him and you'd both followed each other, but most of your interaction was in games. Like sure you'd messaged each other a few times but those were only brief conversations! and sure, maybe you had a small tiny crush on the guy but like WHO WOULDNT? He was sweet, nice and you related to him a lot. The point was, you were absolutely not ready to sing in front of him. You stood up from the chair and went to the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water to calm down.

Your phone rang and you grabbed it from the counter, choking on the water as you saw that it was from Corpse.

He had never called you before. Like you said you simply weren't that close.

Coughing out a "What the fuck?" you answered the call, grabbing onto the counter for support.

"Hey," you said, confused when there was no sound.

"Uh yeah, Hi Y/N. Its Corpse."

"Ah yeah, I see." You facepalmed yourself, rubbing your forehead. What the fucks was wrong with you.

"Um yeah, so uh I just- You know in the game? Um I kind of - well - I kind of heard you singing, um um, that song."

You stilled, not a breath coming out of you.

"Your voice, its -" he paused, letting out a huge breath. "It's absolutely beautiful."

You opened your mouth not even sure what you were gonna say but he continued talking.

"I just, I cant get it out of my mind. Have you heard some of my music?"

"Um yeah, I-I listened to it when I first heard about you. Your songs are so good!" you exclaimed, finally being able to move your mouth

"Do you think maybe we could do a song together sometime? Your voice would be absolutely amazing on one of the tracks I'm currently working on, its a chill one that I have, kind of like Agoraphobic," he asked, rambling through the sentence.

"Um, Oh my god," you muttered, still confused on if this was actually happening. "Yeah, Yeah definitely that would be so cool."

"Oh. Oh that's great, I-I didn't think you'd agree, that's great, I can send you a sample and the lyrics but -"

"Um," you started cutting him off. "If I'm being honest," you muttered, shoulders coming up to your ears. "I'm actually really conscious about my singing. Like this was the absolute first time I ever even sang on stream, so like sorry- I'm ruining it, but this is just a bit overwhelming for me. It's a great opportunity, and if you want I can definitely try but please don't have big expectations of me okay?" you asked biting your lip slightly. "I'm not that great."

There was a second of silence and then he whispered lightly, "Even if you don't believe it, just from those 30 seconds, I could already tell how amazing your voice was."

Your breath caught but a second later he had already moved on.

"If you want to, we could do a few singing sessions together? Just mess around have some fun? That way you can get a bit more comfortable and have some fun," he suggested, voice changing to a shy one that you hadn't ever heard from him.

~~~

"Yeah sure," you agreed, smiling. "Lets try that."

3 months later, you guys finally released your song. Titled "For Them", you sang about your parents who you had loved dearly, and he sang about his parents and their distant relationship. It showed two different perspectives, two different stories, two different lives, and you both loved it so much.

The song was a success, with fans pouring into your channel and small community and well, your life. Most importantly though, along with all of it, came a mask-wearing man, who held you on the days that it was hard for you, and who you held on the nights that were hard for him.

fin.

[sunrisefairy]

Chocolate

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Word count: 1.8k 

Summary: Y/N drunkenly confesses her feelings for George thinking it is actually Fred she’s talking to.

Warning: mentions of alcohol

A/N: I’m having way too much fun writing again, any feedback is always welcomed and if you have any ideas for future one shots let me know :)

Taglist: @hufflepuff5972​ my first little tag list, my heart ❤️ if anyone else wants to be added, just message me

The Gryffindor common room floor feels like it’s about to take flight with the vibrations from the multiple speakers set up around the room. The Gryffindor quidditch team had won the first game of the year against Slytherin so of course celebrations were in order.

You found herself in the middle of the makeshift dance floor with Alicia and Angelina dancing and singing, no screaming to the music. You jump up on the nearby table taking a big swig of some fire whiskey. You start to swing your hips to the music and continue yelling the lyrics to your favourite song which just started playing. You hear a few people below whistling and cheering you on.

“Yeah! Go Y/N! Woo!” You think it was Angelina calling out, acting as your hype woman.

As the song comes to an end you jump off the table feeling like a rock star. As your feet make contact with the floor you stumble. Your legs seem to give way, maybe it was because of the way you landed but it was most likely because of the amount of alcohol running through your system, you fell to the floor.

“Woah Y/N are you okay?” Alicia was immediately by your side helping you up. You couldn’t control the giggles escaping from your mouth.

“M’ fine babe just need ‘nother drink” your words mixing into each other.

Alicia shakes her head at your drunken state, “I think you need to slow down love. C’mon, come sit down while I get you some water” Alicia guides you over to the couches on the corner of the common room, looking for a free one which isn’t occupied by a couple making out, she spots George sitting alone, perfect she thinks, a mischief glint in her eyes.

“Hey, do you mind watching this one for a minute?” Alicia practically pushes you onto the couch and you might as well be sitting on George’s lap with how close you are to him. The redhead just laughs and nods his head at Alicia who disappears back through the crowd.

The thing with being drunk is your vision tends to get blurry which is exactly what had happened to you, your surroundings becoming fuzzy. Fred and George can be tough to tell apart on a good day so add

some alcohol into the mix and some might find it near impossible. You always prided yourself on the ability to tell the 2 twins apart, noticing subtle differences in their appearance and the way they spoke which helped you realise which one was which. Although the butterflies George never failed to give you when he was in the same room as you, helped you in telling who was who. However right now in this moment you were absolutely certain the redhead sitting next to you was Fred, oh how wrong you were.

“Havin’ a good night then little one?” George says, placing an arm around your shoulder in an attempt to steady your swaying body, maybe using that as an excuse to be close to you.

“Oh loads” you yell over the thumping music, “my foot is kinda sore though, actually ya know what might fix that?” George is too entertained by your drunken rambling to answer. “I think some chocolate will help, don’t ya think chocolate just fixes everything, maybe chocolate has somethin’ magical in it. Don’t you think chocolate is just delicious?” you hiccup, George nods amused.

Your eyes widen as you’re reminded of something “Oh Freddie, I think I know why I love chocolate so much” George doesn’t think he heard you right, did you just call him Fred? He goes to correct you, but you keep talking.

“Chocolate tastes so warm and sweet, it reminds me of Georges eyes, his eyes are so warm and sweet to look at” you say almost dreamingly, George shuts his mouth pretty quickly. “George has the prettiest eyes. I mean he’s got the prettiest everything. His face is like, like it was crafted by angels. And he’s so funny, everything he says makes me smile, I like him so much Freddie.”

George thinks he must be dreaming, surely he hadn’t heard you correctly. You feel your eyes growing heavier by the second, resting your head on the redhead’s shoulder.

“Freddie, promise me you won’t tell George, I couldn’t take it if he doesn’t like me back.” You say curling into his side.

George doesn’t know what to say, part of him wants to tell you that he isn’t actually Fred, that he’s George and he does like you back but the other part of him kind of feels embarrassed he didn’t say anything sooner, so he opts for:

“I’m sure he likes you too.” He doesn’t think you heard it though, judging from the light snores coming from your mouth.

At that point Alicia is back in front of them, thanking George for watching you while she was gone, with a little struggle she is walking you back to your dorm.

~~~

The next morning George is sitting with Lee and Fred in the great hall, spilling everything Y/N said last night.

“I knew she liked you!” Lee exclaims, “like she’s always staring at you during class.”

Fred chuckles “maybe she thought she was staring at me.”

George shoves him in the chest, shaking his head. The tall boy is nervous to see you today. He isn’t sure what he is going to say, George knows he needs to tell you that he feels the same way but a part of him is worried you didn’t actually mean what you said. You were very drunk and drunk people tend to say some random stuff. He doesn’t have much time to dwell over it because he spots you and Angelina walking into the great hall. Your hair is a little crazy, obviously quickly been thrown in a bun and you clearly are sporting a killer hangover but he still thinks you look divine.

“Surprised to see you up so early Y/N, you were very intoxicated last night” Lee laughs as you and Angelina sit down.

You groan, rubbing your eyes “I’m surprised too, I feel like a zombie and my ankle hurts.”

Fred laughs loudly after sending a wink Angelina’s way, “that’s probably from when you jumped off the table after your little dance performance. You went tumbling down. It was hilarious” George whacks his twin over the head, eyeing you slightly as you put some toast on your plate.

“Merlin, I don’t remember that or anything from last night to be honest. It’s all so fuzzy” you mumble as you take a large bite of your toast.

George feels his heart drop a little, although last night you hadn’t realised it was actually him you were talking to, he thought it would be easier to confess his feelings if you actually remember last night, now he was too scared.

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Later that day you and Angelina are back in your dorm room laying on your bed with Alicia talking about previous night.

“What even happened last night? The last thing I remember is dancing and that’s it” you laugh as you flick through a magazine.

“So you don’t remember chatting to George on the couch before passing out? You can thank me for that Y/N, I had the brilliant idea of having George look after you while I went to fetch you some water” Alicia grins.

Alicia and Angelina were the only ones who knew of your major crush on the tall sweet redhead. Many times, they have tried to convince you to just tell George how you feel and even try to meddle themselves.

You furrow your eyebrows, trying to remember if you said anything embarrassing to the boy.

“Huh, are you sure it was George? I swear I was chatting to Fred last night” you chuckle remembering some of your conversation.

Alicia shook her head, “nope it was definitely George, I know that for a fact because when I left to get your water, I passed Fred and Angelina making out” Alicia elbows Angelina’s side who is blushing profusely.

You shrug your shoulders, “well me and George then were having a pretty weird conversation about chocolate actually. I thought it would heal my sore ankle” the girls all giggle as you continue, “it was very random we were talking about chocolate and then…” your voice fades into silence as you remember how that conversation went.

Alicia and Angelina are confused as you leap of the bed and start running out the door, “wait what happened?” you hear Angelina yell as you run out of the room.

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat out of your chest, you need to find George. You are beyond embarrassed that you basically confessed your love to George, the whole conversation becoming clearer and clearer in your brain. But you are unsure if you had dreamt the reply Fred, no George had given you as you drifted off to sleep on that couch.

You enter the common room, scanning for a particular redhead who you find sitting on the couch with Fred and Lee. You run up to the group, out of breath.

“Did you mean what you said last night?” you blurt out, feeling very, very nervous.

George break eye contact from whatever he was originally looking at and meets your eyes which are desperately searching for a response “what?” he squeaks out.

Fred and Lee share a look at each other and move from the couch, figuring out that the pair need some privacy although they do continue listening to the conversation from the other end of the common room.

“Last night. On the couch. I told you that I liked you, well, I said I liked George because I thought I was talking to Fred. And then you said ‘I’m sure he likes you too’ so do you? Like me?” you feel like your heart is going to explode and you are well aware of the multiple pairs of eyes staring at yours and Georges exchange which is making you extra scared of the potential rejection.

George nods, not really confident enough to speak right now. What you do next surprises him. If he wasn’t already sitting down, he might have fallen over with the force of you leaping towards him. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your lips to his. George immediately grips your waist and kisses you back. You can hear some people cheering in the background which makes you smile into the kiss.

You pull away slightly breathless, “that’s good then,” George chuckles and you hear Fred from somewhere behind you say rather loudly to Lee.

“Imagine if she kissed the wrong twin.”

“Shut up Fred” You and George say simultaneously.  

[nagito-kissmaeda]

Yandere Komaeda Headcanons submitted by Chaos under the cut (y) Warnings: Slight nsfw, yandere behavior, stalking, mention of suicide, masturbation (not very explicit.)

Yandere Nagito probably wasn't very Yandere before you came along. The unlucky boy was probably still the funky little creep to his classmates as always but as soon as you step through the doorway of 77-B's classroom then he kind of just thought, "Oh, they're pretty." And continued with his day. He didn't think too much of you.

If you were an ultimate who walked into the classroom, he wouldn't have thought much of it besides the idea that "YoU wErE sPrEaDiNg HoPe 😩"

If you were a reserve course student, on the other hand, he would think he is slightly superior. So, if you talk to him he'll feel like he's better than you but won't say anything except under certain circumstances (ex: You ask him for his opinion of you, his opinion on reserve course, that kind of stuff. At least, he's honest :/) But keep in mind, he only really acts like this when you two first meet.

After getting to form a friendship with you (however that happened, I'll leave that up to you), his crush on you takes shape quickly.

He mostly just did small stuff that made it obvious that he liked you (whether he realized it or not.) If you weren't around he'd be asking everyone in sight if they knew where you were. He'd linger uncomfortably close to you whenever you two were together. The unlucky boy also tended to...✨follow✨ you.

Bestie, run while you still can 🏃‍♀️💨 because after he kidnaps you you're gonna be more like ♿

(I guess that's assuming you can run at all...sorry if I offended someone ._.)

When you two are hanging out, he eventually opens up to you about his illnesses and past. All of what he told you would probably be a lot to process so the only thing you can think of besides, "I'm so sorry that happened to you," is that you just hug him. Now he's shocked. You're both shocked. wOAH! Nagito doesn't move at all during the hug and probably forgot to breathe because c'mon...homie hasn't received any form of physical affection for God knows how long. He's drawing a total blank and the first words that spring to his mind are, "I'm going to marry them."

You cannot tell me this man doesn't want to get married one day. Yes, his luck sucks fat juicy butt but it's just something he craves and can be selfish about. Nagito's opinion on his want for having a spouse goes back and forth, like how the fitness gram pacer test works (I bet some of you don't even know that this is something outside of a meme lol.) He probably got this desire from seeing how bad his parents' relationship was.

Nerdy headcanon stuff you don't have to read: So, it isn't canon that his parents had a bad relationship but I imagine that they did because Nagito mentions that his mom had never complimented him and he gained a massive inheritance after his family's death. Let me explain my logic on those. Nagito's mom probably never complimented him because she didn't like or want him. I also headcanon that his parents were in an arranged marriage which is why they were so rich and why I think they had a bad relationship, because let's be honest, not all arranged couples are comfortable with one another. The arranged marriage also could've been the reason why his family was wealthy, it could have had to do with business and work. So to wrap it all up, Nagito's parents are rich because of an arranged marriage and they don't really like each other and they had a kid that neither of them wanted so now it's a broken family with a fucked up kid. I know that sounds like a stretch but that's why it's a headcanon and not actually canon lol.

After that one hug, that's when he truly sees you as some sort of ethereal Deity that he was sure he was going to wed in the future (Hell, he'd probably settle for right there, right now.) He no longer cared if you were an ultimate or not because now he saw you as something even greater. Of course, he still views himself as scum but even scum has desires that they are willing to do anything for.

After Nagito had come back to his dorm, the realization hit him that if he was going to marry you, he would have to be worthy of your hand in marriage. So, he prepares. By that I mean he starts stalking you a lot.

You two were already friends on social media so you probably didn’t dwell too much on it when you found him accidentally liking old posts. He’d go on your socials and scroll through it looking for every little bit of information he could find on you. Sometimes he'd strike gold and other times he'd dig up dirt. Nagito began talking to you a lot more so he could gain some information on your likes and dislikes. You only assumed that he was more comfortable with talking to you now because he confided his troubles in you but in reality he was planning your future life with him. Once in a while you'd invite to your dorm whether it was for hangouts, study sessions, or just sleepovers (he absolutely LOVED it when you brought those up.) The only opening he had to steal stuff is when you went to the bathroom and when that happened all he'd do every single time is go to the closet, grab another one of the pillow cases that the dorm provides, and switch them out with your current ones. When the pillowcase stops smelling like you then he just sticks it in the school's laundry basket where things like bed sheets, pillow cases, and blankets that belong to the school go.

After weeks after weeks of obtaining bits and pieces of information on you such as food you like and dislike, what your family is like (If you/your oc has one), your favorite movies, music genres, and clothing, etc., He eventually realized that he lacked three more things. Romance, experience, and…"performance."

The one thing he absolutely needed to learn first was "How to kiss." Even though no one sees his search history besides him, it was still very  embarrassing to put those words on his computer. He typed those three letters into the google machine and ta-da! A wikihow page and a YouTube video were apparently his best options. He opted for the latter and watched as a lady and her boyfriend demonstrated how to perform different types of kisses. Intimate and sexual. He feels awkward just watching this and he feels like he should practice but...on what? Luckily for him, there is a perfectly good pillow lying on his bed.

...This was definitely weird. His chapped lips were pressed against the plush pillow as he imagined he was french kissing you. This doesn't seem like the greatest method but Nagito doesn't seem to have any other choice.

The pillow in front of me was wrinkled and slightly wet from where I had last kissed it. It felt beyond awkward to kiss a pillow and imagine it was your future partner. I couldn't imagine them walking in on me as my face was buried in a pillow while moaning out muffled noises. It would be far too embarrassing but, I've faced worse. Practice should continue or else my mouth will never come as even a fraction of pleasure to my love. I approach the pillow and lay, stomach down, on my bed again. While this has been an awkward situation, my insides are starting to feel like they're on fire! It's probably just the thought of Y/N floating around in my brain. I take a deep breath before cupping my hands at the corners of the pillow and diving my mouth towards the pillow once more. I start off with a short kiss but continuously start moving my lips against, what I imagine to be, their lips. I move my bottom lip more often than my top. Imagining I'm trapping their lips against mine. Just the thought of trapping them makes me grind my hips against the mattress a little. Even though I'm soft I still let out a little whimper. Does Y/N even like it when their partner makes noise? I wasn't able to find any information on what she likes in bed so...with my luck, I'll just leave it to chance. My kisses get more sloppy and desperate. I begin swiping and swirling my tongue against the pillow thinking about just what it might feel like to make out with them. Their hot, wet mouth pressing up against mine while our tongues rub against one another in an attempt to touch each other. I moan seemingly too loud at that thought and start humping the bed. Everything feels so hot.

Maybe combining kissing practice and "performance" practice would be a good idea.

Once he starts performance practice, his browser is constantly on sex related websites. But more on the education side...he wants to know how to make you feel good and how to make himself last longer. Once in a while, he does go on the hub though so he can pretend it's you and him having sex on the screen. He tries his best to look for ones where it sounds like you or looks like you. He prefers the ones where it sounds like you so that way he could just close his eyes and imagine you and him are together. 

Just a random bonus I thought I'd add in: He got a boner during class once and sat there for like ten minutes just waiting for it to go away. So he just ended up palming himself through his pants and struggled to not make any noise. He liked to imagine you were under the desk pressing your face against his clothed crotch and just rubbing your face around that area. Luckily, he came without letting a single noise slip past his lips. Unluckily, Nagito cums a lot. So everyone could see the enormous wet spot on the crotch of his pants when class was dismissed.

He happens to have a weird habit of doing domestic and soft things with a hint of creepy. For example, one of his favorite things to do as of recently is print out a picture that has your face in it, tape it to his pillow, and fall asleep cuddling it. This sounds fine if you two were dating but… you aren't. He'll give it kisses, cuddle with it, fall asleep with it, and, of course, it's what he uses during his performance practice. He also enjoys eating meals with it and watching movies while cuddling it too. He perceives it all as practice for when you two are wed.

I'm going to assume you aren't an oblivious idiot and just say that you probably began to notice how weird he'd get around you. You tried distancing yourself a little bit but enough to still stay friends. He noticed the change in how often you'd hang out with him and his anxiety skyrocketed. Nagito would feel he had only a couple choices left. And that was to kidnap you, get rid of any obstacles that didn't allow him to spend every waking moment with you, or just flat out kill you so that way no one could have you. He already knew he wouldn't be able to even breathe without you so he'd likely kill himself as well in the process.

Author's Note: I'll probably be discontinuing that one Nagito x reader chapter 2 because I wasn't able to finish it before the school year started and I was just dissatisfied with the chapters BUT! I do have plenty of headcanons on yandere Komaeda! Message me if you want some far more nsfw headcanons because I have a lot for this guy.  I'm also very open to crackfic oneshots.

[mell-bell]

Running from the Past - Part I

Luke Patterson x Reader

Words: 1982

Series Summary: You and Luke became close friends months before he played the Orpheum with Sunset Curve....will he meet you again?

Chapter: 1/?

Part I / Part II  / Part III

TW: Mentions of abuse

Author’s notes: Ngl Julie and the Phantoms is the cutest show ever and I just want all the boys to be happy okay - next part will be post-hotdogs aka time jump

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You had met your fair share of bands. Rock stars. Up-and-coming singers. Women who claimed they would make it big. Boys who wanted to be the next big boy band.

You helped your uncle manage the bands that played in his night club. And tonight, the club had booked a new up-and-coming band that had been making the rounds around town. But the lead singer was nowhere to be found. Your uncle sent you to hunt him down, which was why you were running around backstage breaking through door after door trying to find some wanna-be rock star teenager.

“Luke!” You yelled as you slammed yet another door open. A woman in the far back of the room glared at you as she wiped a makeup smear off a young lady’s face.

You mumbled your apologies, slowly pulling the door shut behind you, before taking off down the hall once again. As you rounded the corner, you ran headfirst into someone, both of you shrieking as you slammed to the ground in a jumble of limbs.

“Woah!” The shaggy hair boy in front of you exclaimed as he pulled away from you, stumbling ungracefully to his feet.

He offered you his hand, but you ignored him as you stood slowly.

You squinted your eyes as you looked him up and down. A smirk formed on his face as he watched you look him over. Just as he opened his mouth, probably to say something smart, you shoved a finger in his face and the smirk slipped off his face.

“Luke?”

The boy’s eyes widened and he nodded.

Without wasting another second, you grabbed him by the arm and began dragging him down the hall. The boy stumbled over his feet as you pulled him along behind you.

“Where are we going? Damn your grip is hella tight. Could you maybe let up?” He stopped as you threw him another glare, “....no? Okay.”

He managed to remain silent as you continued down the hall until you both passed by a grinning Alex, who had just stepped out of your uncle’s office. Luke reached out to him for help, but the blonde boy just held up his hands as you passed.

“Not cool, Alex!” Luke yelled. Alex’s laughter echoing behind you.

You finally made it through the door of your uncle’s office and shoved Luke right in front of your uncle’s desk.

“Oh, you found him! You can go help the stagehands set up now!”

You sighed, your head and feet throbbing from searching for rock star for the past two hours. Turning on your heel, you started out the door but skidded to a halt when Luke stepped right in front of you.  

“Wait, can I get your name?” He said, offering you a lopsided smile.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He said slowly, “That’s pretty- I...wait!” He stammered as you walked right around him and out the door.  

He stuck his head out the door of your uncle’s office, “I’ll see you around!”

“No, you won’t!” You yelled back.

“Yes, I will!”

You smiled as you rounded the corner. Maybe one day you would see him again.

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Two months passed and you arrived at your uncle’s club earlier than normal. It was too early to set up the stage, so you wandered around aimlessly backstage. As you rounded the corner, you tripped over something, slamming hard to the ground.

“Crap sorry!” The man scrambled to his feet and helped you up, “Y/N?”

Your eyes widened as you met Luke’s green eyes, “Larry?”

He rolled his eyes and held out his hand, “Luke.”

“Nah, I like Larry better.” You shook his hand quickly before taking a step back and running a hand through your hair nervously, “You playing here again?”

The boy nodded, a grin lighting up his whole face. He looked at you as if waiting for you to say something.

You stumbled over your words, “Um - well I should....” You pointed behind you and started to slowly back away.

“Wait! Keep me company until the rest of my band gets here?” He begged, pouting his lip out.

A smile pulled at the corner of your mouth, and with the roll of your eyes you motioned for him to sit back on the ground. He did. You plopped down next to him, settling yourself up against the wall.

“So you work here?”

You shook your head, “I help my uncle, I don’t really like staying at home, so he allows me to help out around here.”

Luke’s eyes grew darker as he nodded knowingly.  

You both continued to talk and before long you were laughing as he stood in front of you, guitar in hand, trying to write a song that rhymed with your name.

“It’s not going to work.” You chuckled.

“It will. It will. Hold on I’ll get it.” He strummed the guitar again, his mouth wide open, but no words came out, “Okay, maybe not.”

“Y/N!” A voice echoed down the hall, “Your uncle needs you.”

Sighing, you stood up, brushing off your jeans. You hesitated for a second, turning to face Luke, “I’ll see you around?”

Luke smiled as you walked away and just before you rounded the corner he called out, “Hey if you ever need a place to stay that’s not here, we have a pretty comfortable couch in our studio.”

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A month passed and you saw Luke more than you thought you would.

You were friendly, but you tried to keep your distance. There was a reason you didn’t have many friends. And you didn’t want to drag Luke into your family drama.

When you heard footsteps around the corner, you curled in on yourself hoping whoever it was would ignore you. Your pencil continued to scratch lightly over the paper as you continued to sketch.

When the footsteps sounded closer, your shoulders stiffened as you saw Luke step up beside you.

You shot to your feet and darted away. But he followed after you, his puppy dog eyes wide as he tried to get your attention. When he lightly grabbed your arm, you turned your eyes flashing at him.

He took a step back.

You sighed, “Sorry.”

“No,” He stepped back a little more, “I’m sorry.”

You closed your eyes tightly, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall, “It’s just...”

“You don’t have to tell me.” His voice was soft.

You sank to the ground, burying your face in your hands as you took deep breath after deep breath. A few seconds later you felt him settle beside you.

Luke began to speak, probably to apologize when you abruptly look up straight into his eyes, “I don’t have the best home life I mentioned before. It’s gotten worse and I don’t....”

He grimaced as your once bright eyes began to darken as bad memories were pulled to the surface. Your eyes glazed over as you turned to stare at the wall opposite you.

Luke was quiet for a few minutes before moving closer to you. He gently took the sketch pad that you held tightly to your chest.  

He began to speak, softly and slowly about how he ran away from home because he and his mom had a horrible fight. And he wanted to go back because he missed her and didn’t want to disappoint her, but he needed to prove to her that music was his thing. As he continued speaking, you began to relax in his presence. Everything he spoke of was in a way similar to what you were going through.

As the weeks passed, you both grew closer and you began to trust him more and more, telling him more about yourself and your family. He was easy to talk to and you felt safe telling him your secrets because he had secrets of his own. He listened without judgment and offered support without forcing it on you.

You didn’t know how different everything would be after this.

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You walked up to the garage hesitantly. Alex’s parents had explained where the studio was in the back of the house, and that you should just follow the sound of the music.

You gripped the strap of your bag tighter and raised your hand to knock on the door. But you froze. Sighing you turned. But before you could walk away, the door creaked open behind you.

“Y/N?”

You froze and turned around slowly, refusing to meet the boy’s eyes.

Luke was looking at you confused, his eyes darting to the packed duffel bag on your shoulder, to your downcast face.

“I...um.” You swallowed hard, still looking at the ground. You took a hesitant step back.

But before you could run, Luke stepped up to you, his hand raising, gently lifting your chin. Your eyes darted to the side, so they didn’t meet his.

His own eyes darkened when he saw the bruise on your cheek but knew better than to breach the topic.

“Can I stay here for a few days?” You said faintly.

Luke’s eyes roved your face, and for a moment you thought he would refuse. But then he pulled the bag from your shoulder, slinging it over his own. His other arm lifted to wrap around your shoulder as he led you into the studio.

“Boys! We have a guest!”

Alex and Reggie looked up, both smiling widely when they saw you. They ran over, about to pull you into a group hug, when Luke raised his hand causing them to skid to a halt. They both froze at the sight of your bruised face.

You cringed, waiting for the bombardment of question. But instead, they led you over to the couch and Reggie began a long rant about the new Star Wars that was supposed to come out in a few years, until you were giggling on the couch.

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You snuggled into the couch, wearing one of Luke’s sweaters you had “confiscated” a few months ago. It was big on you and hung down below your knees. You had the sleeves rolled numerous times yet they were still long enough to fall over your hands.

“Y/N? I need opinions on what to wear for our Orpheum performance tomorrow night and- is that my sweater?”

You didn’t bother looking up as you continued sketching a new Sunset Curve Album cover, “That it is.”

When Luke didn’t say anything, you raised your head to look at him, your brows furrowing, “Are those my slippers?”

“Yes. Can I ask why you’re wearing it?” He said softly.

You tilted your head, confused at his statement, “What?”

“The sweater. My sweater. Why are you wearing it?”

You definitely blame your sleepy brain for your next response, “It makes me feel safe.”

After a beat of silence and a slight quirk of Luke’s mouth, you realized what you had said. Stumbling over your words you frantically spit out, “Nope, I didn’t say that. Ignore that.”

Luke’s smile took up his whole face. He looked you up and down before his eyes widened, “Wait.  Isn’t that the sweater I was looking for months ago?”

“Well…”

“Y/N!” Luke exclaimed, “I asked you for weeks what happened to it! I can’t believe you had it all this time. Have you taken anything else I’ve been looking for?!”

You scoffed, lightly blushing, “What no of course not why would I ever do that….?”

Lies. You always wore his clothes. His shirts to bed. His pants during cold days. His sweatshirts. You loved his shirts and sweaters the best. They smelled like him. They made you feel safe. You loved being able to cuddle up at night tucked in something that reminded you of him. You loved falling asleep surrounded by his scent. Especially if you were feeling particularly down or sad, his scent would wrap you in a cocoon of safety until you relaxed.

[bby01boi]

Misunderstanding

Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)

Relationship: Evan “Buck” Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV)

Characters: Evan “Buck” Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Bobby Nash, Howard “Chimney” Han, Henrietta “Hen” Wilson, Christopher Diaz.

Additional tags: Hen and Chimney share 1 brain cell.

Summary: Buck and Eddie have been leaving the firehouse pretty quickly these last few days.

It was the end of the shift and for some reason Buck and Eddie are once again leaving the station quicker than normal. "This has been going on for weeks" Hen exclaimed watching them jump into Buck's truck and drive off to somewhere, "do you think something is wrong with Christopher?" Chimney asked already thinking of the worst "we would know if it was about Chris, trust me" Bobby joined in on the conversation "plus they seem giddy and excited whenever they leave" Hen added on "maybe we should follow them?" Chimney suggested but was shot down by Bobby's eyebrow raise "how about we ask them about it next week and if they don't tell us we'll follow them" Hen suggested, Bobby sighed before giving in "fine but I'm throwing you two under the bus" Hen and Chimney high-five before formulating a plan.

*Monday*

Chimney decided to try Buck first since he's a hyperactive golden retriever and he's most likely to spill if he's excited "Hey Buck, got any plans after work?" Chimney asked trying to disguise it as a normal conversation "yeah, sorry, Eddie and I are doing something" Buck answered giving Chimney an apologetic look before continuing to clean the truck "that's okay, what are you guys doing?" Chimney asked and Buck was about to answer when the alarm went off "sorry dude maybe we can hang out this weekend?" Buck shouted to Chimney as he jumped into the fire truck.

*Tuesday*

It was Hen's turn and she was gonna try with Eddie "Hey Eddie, I've noticed you and Buck leaving the station faster than usual, is everything okay?" She asked forcing the worry and concern to be heard "Yeah, everything is great, sorry if we worried you" Eddie smiled happily at Hen before patting her on the shoulder "speaking of Buck, he and I are training together so I'll talk to you later" and then he and Buck joked to each other as they walked towards the gym area "damn it" Hen whined to herself before going to tell Chimney what Eddie told her.

*Wednesday*

This time they decided to switch. Hen walked up to Buck only to notice he was limping a little "Hey are you okay?" Hen asked concerned as Buck rubbed his lower back "yeah I just fell really hard on my arse yesterday" Buck groaned as he sat down and laid on the ground "you could come over to mine after work and I can give you a massage" Hen offered knowing the younger firefighter definitely needed one "I would love nothing more than to do that but Eddie and I have plans today" Buck told Hen causing her to suddenly remember why she came to talk to Buck in the first place "what are those plans?" But then Eddie came running around the corner almost crashing into Hen "sorry but I need to borrow Buck for a minute" Eddie apologised while rubbing the back of his neck nervously "my arse still hurts from the last time you 'borrowed' me" Buck complained as he stood up and grabbed Eddie's hand "sorry about that" Hen heard Eddie mumble they walked off.

*Thursday*

After taking a shower Chimney walked into the changing room to see Eddie without a shirt on and his back littered with bruises and small scratch marks "Woah dude, what happened to your back?" Chimney asked his mouth open with shock "Buck happened" Eddie laughed before putting his shirt back on "you were right, he does get excited easily" Eddie laughed again before exiting the room and heading upstairs "no way" Chimney whispered to himself as an imaginary lightbulb went off in his head.

*Friday*

After Hen and Chimney compared notes they met with Bobby in his office "we know what Buck and Eddie are doing" Chimney exclaimed as he closed the blinds "and why they leave so quickly" Hen added on "and what is it?" Bobby asked giving them a smirk "ok but before we tell you, if we're right you owe us twenty bucks each" Chimney smirked smugly, Bobby looked at both of them before shaking their hands "deal" and then they all sat down.

"Buck and Eddie are having sex" Hen revealed causing Bobby to choke on his coffee "how the hell did you come to that conclusion?!" Bobby asked surprised while clearing his throat "well on Wednesday Hen noticed that Buck was limping and it was from the last time Eddie 'borrowed' him and  on Thursday I noticed Eddie's back had bruises and scratch marks on it and when I asked what happened he said "Buck happened" and that I was right about him getting excited easily" Chimney explained.

Bobby looked at them both before bursting out laughing "you idiots, they're not having sex" Hen and Chimney looked at each other before looking back at their captain "oh yeah, then what are they doing?" Hen asked crossing her arms "c'mon the shift is ending, we'll follow them and you can see for yourself" Bobby chuckled mumbling "having sex, what?" As he walked out, so when Buck and Eddie rushed off Bobby, Chimney and Hen were ready in Bobby's car.

They followed them to Christopher's school where they picked him up, Hen commented on the cute sight before they continued to follow them until they arrived at an ice skating rink "they're taking ice skating lessons?" Chimney asked confused as they hopped out of the car "c'mon" Bobby said and they followed him inside.

When they entered they were shocked and amazed at the sight before them, they watched as Buck and Eddie were performing some sort of ice skating dance as Christopher watched from the stands shouting score points when they performed a special move, "you two owe me twenty bucks" Bobby laughed as he walked over and sat next to Christopher.

Hen and Chimney stood there mouths agape before following after Bobby "how are they doing?" Bobby asked looking at Christopher's book "they're doing good, they just have one last spin to get down" Christopher said then laughed as he watched Eddie's and Buck's hands slip out of each other's grip causing them to fall to the ground, you could see them laughing as they helped each other up before heading over to the others.

"What are you guys doing here?" Eddie asked Hen and Chimney not even surprised that Bobby was there and casually talking to Buck and Christopher about techniques, "we were just curious" Hen said as they both blushed with embarrassment, Bobby laughed before standing up and whispering into Eddie's ear who was shocked at first before bursting out laughing then whispered into Bucks's ear who copied Eddie's reaction, the three of them laughed as Chimney and Hen pouted embarrassed at the conclusion they came to.

I bet you're wondering 'how did Bobby found out?' Well let me tell you. On Monday morning Bobby knew that Chimney and Hen would wanna bet money so he called Eddie to his office and sat him down with the door and blinds closed "So I've noticed you and Buck speeding off after work, you wanna tell me where you're speeding off to with me son?" Bobby asked while glaring at the younger firefighter "figure skating" Eddie blurted out "Buck and I do figure skating and he likes to get there early when the ice is fresh" Bobby looked at Eddie before breaking into a smile "that's wonderful" and the two of them started to talk about moves and costumes and now Bobby would show up half way through practice to see how they were going.

[luvlyrv]

Our Songs | Extra | Wendy x F!Reader SM!AU

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: So happy to say this series is completely finished now!! Enjoy!! I'm moving onto more projects and hopefully can wrap up some one shots I've been working on. This is a different style from what I usually do since it is an extra, warning that the post looks really long because it's in bulleted style lol

Date: 9/1/21

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after your confession with wendy you were stuck with an enormous burst of energy

you were on cloud nine, a seemingly never-ending high

you decided not to text wendy the day right after

you didn't want her to think you regretted anything but you also didn't want to seem too clingy

also it didn't help that just thinking about her was enough to throw you into cardiac arrest

you didn't receive any notifications from wendy either

it was a bit disappointing, but you assumed she was also trying to take in the shock of it all

trying to take your mind off of wendy you spend an entire day running around your house

you pick up your instruments and have the jam of your life

emotional highs are very good for your creativity it seems

you decide to record some things and save some drafts

who knows if it'll be useful in the future?

you worked till you felt dead tired and like you couldn't have another thought in your brain

even after you spent an entire day trying to exert your nervous and elated energy you were still hesitating on texting wendy when you woke up

but you missed her so much already

so you send a text asking her how she feels

she says she feels okay, and then asks about you

'yeah, i'm okay too'

your conversation was rocky

things weren't going as smooth as before

and it was evident that it was because the both of you had no idea how to behave

you took a deep breath before texting her your question

'so, can i take you on that first date?'

you see a bubble showing that she was texting

and then it disappeared

before showing up again

and disappearing

and- ugh! your heart was racing waiting for her answer

i mean, she liked you back right? so why would she say no?

'yeah, of course! :)'

whew, okay, looked like you almost made a big deal out of nothing

little did you know wendy was freaking out

she was a bit embarrassed at herself, acting as if she was a high school kid in love or something

it took wayyy too much concentration for her to type out something sensible

but she was excited for you to finally ask

you were also excited for her to say yes

your first date is at the downtown center

there was a festival and you were hoping to enjoy all the effort the artisans put into their work with wendy

you're walking with her through the numerous stalls set up

as the both of you admire the beautiful crafts set on display your hand reaches for hers

you feel the pressure of her hand squeezing back and you look at her

she looks at you and giggles

you didn't even realize what you were doing

'oh, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to do that suddenly.' you freak out and let go of her hand

you're worried that she was laughing at you and that she didn't want to hold hands

'it's okay! i thought it was cute'

she reaches out for you and you don't let go this time

instead you enjoy how happy she seems to be sharing this moment with you

and out in public too

later on you both go to the square where there were musicians

the sun was beginning to set, allowing for beautiful lighting and you appreciated songs you've never listened to before

wendy tugs at your arm while still staring at the performers

'i hope we can perform up there someday. together.'

you smile at her as she still looks on

'i think we will.' you assure her

finally night hits and you both call it a day

you walk her to her car and stop her

you kiss her forehead

'so, will there be a second?' you ask with a smile

you feel like you already know the answer

'i think that sounds great.'

life with wendy in it became easy

you guys seldom fought

and even when you did at least one of you would make something for the other

dropping it off at the doorstep and leaving an apology note

and after enough time of cooling down you would always come back to each other, talking out your problems from before

you personally felt like your work improved as well

wendy had become your muse

you sought to create tracks that would impress her

or that would be worthy of having her voice in it

and you felt like it was easier to write lyrics

because every experience with wendy created new feelings

feelings that you could hardly describe sometimes

when you guys decided to finally start working on your second collaboration you busted out the drafts you created long ago

wendy was impressed after sitting down and listening to your drafts

'woah, how many hidden gems do you have on your computer?'

'well, these ones in particular i made on the same day. the day after i confessed to you.'

you're both flustered

because it's easy to tell the kind of state you were in by the songs

wendy takes your hand and kisses it gently as your music continued to play

'you must think of me pretty highly, if the thought of me compelled you to make something so incredible'

you heat up at her cheesiness

'oh stop it.'

the two of you end up choosing a refreshing feeling/sound for the album

'cause you recharge me every time i see you!' she says

when you guys are almost done producing the album, that was when you went on the dinner date with wendy

the one where you guys would finally confess to the world

after recording and uploading the announcement video the both of you decided to turn off your notifications and avoid reading people's reactions

instead you guys opted to spend the rest of the day baking and then watching a movie together

the both of you decided that it would be stressful to engage with your audience right away, and that's why it took a full day for you both to check your phones again

both seulgi and yeri already knew about your relationship but they both flooded you guys with congratulations anyways

they just wanted you to know they were proud of your bravery!

besides them, both of your families already knew and didn't comment much

they'd already stated how they think you're good for each other when you guys had visited together

especially your younger cousin

cause apparently she's a big fan of wendy and is definitely not using you as a way to get close to her idol

and is definitely not bragging about her how cousin is 'super super cool and famous and is dating another famous person and i think they'll be rich someday!!! so get on my nice side!'

you're happy to see that a lot of fans are happy for your relationship

wendy just keeps telling you 'of course they are, who wouldn't for a cute ass couple like us?'

it was at that point that you guys had decided to save up and move into a nice place together

you guys had talked about future plans before

not only that, but you had been practically living together already

between all the dates that lead to seemingly indefinite sleepovers

and the recent collaboration that made you guys be stuck together

it was really you guys living at each other's place weeks at a time

when you guys move in you're grateful

because you get to experience all the little things from her even more

some nights when you're stressed she rubs circles on your back to help you sleep

when you guys shower together she takes her time to carefully wash your hair

it was those deeply intimate moments that made you the happiest

both of your careers were doing really well due to the reception of your second collab and all the media fuss that happened with your dating annoucement

you both still have solo careers and interact with other musicians

but along with moving in, you guys decided to become a duo and consistently create music together

in the morning when you share breakfast you always remind her how good life is and how thankful you are

[ssickabit]

seungmin, 9 🥀

[7.45 pm]

when it comes to his thighs, Seungmin is literally so cocky about it.

not in front of his members though, but in front of her. he also likes her thighs too; how he can grab them and it fit perfectly into his grip, and how perfect it would be when he covered it with purple marks. how she would squirm on every touch of his fingertips. how she went weak every time he tease her with just the view of his thighs.

“someone come to visit,” Hyunjin said with a smirk when he saw her. she had been watching him and her boyfriend dancing through the whole song.

“go away mate,” Seungmin said as he grabbed her by her waist.

Hyunjin laughed when he went out from the practice room. “okay, have fun.”

have fun.

Seungmin sat on the couch, doing the manspread as he drink the water. “what are you doing there?” he asked.

“nothing,” she said, “just checking in.”

he tapped his thighs. “come on, i know you have been eye-fucking me since i danced while ago.”

so she straddled his lap, clinging herself onto his body, then left a kiss on his lips. Seungmin knew how to make her melt into his touch just for a second. but they got an interruption—Han and Changbin got in the room. thankfully they weren’t on each other anymore, just casually sit on the couch together, as if there was nothing happened.

“what are you guys doing?” Changbin asked.

“nothing,” Seungmin said, “we just chatted.”

the MAMA performance  was pretty cool for everybody, but it left something that made her adrenaline went like a rollercoaster for her. it was pretty normal for Seungmin though, but as he wanted to text her at the backstage, her named popped up first in his notification. he got up, as he knew there’s something sketchy about what she sent to him.

[picture attached]

Meet me at the bathroom?

a picture of her lifting up her skirt, just enough to make him go feral. without saying anything to his members, he went to the bathroom she told him earlier. looking around, he went in—she was sitting on the sink, waiting for him. he closed the door, then said, “can’t even wait for me at home, yeah?”

“you were hot,” she said, as he approached her. faces were inches from each other, her fingers trailing his chest.

“do you think it’s okay to send me a picture like—“

she cut him with a kiss, his hand immediately cupped her face. it was a greedy kiss, making him out of breath. “fuck,” he moaned, “woah, slow down.”

but she didn’t care.

her tongue didn’t ask twice so he could suck on it. her hand unbuttoned his white shirt, then trailing her lips on his exposed neck, marking on it. “fuck, no,” he tilted her head, looking into her eyes, “get on your knees.”

so obedient, he thought to himself. his palm landed on the edge if the sink, supporting him. she unzipped it, slowly but surely, then sliding the pants down. he was that hard. she looked up to him, giving him the gaze—he nodded.

nothing could replace her hand, her tongue and her lips as she working her magic on his cock like that. he never let go of his bottom lip that was bitten by his teeth, his knuckles went white over the surface.

by the time she was busy on what she was doing, she can feel his fingers on her hair, grabbing it in his fist, then guiding her. “like that, yeah,” he said, almost sounding like a whine, “you’re doing good.”

just before he explode on her touch, he told her to got up, then kissed her right away. he turned themselves so she was on his previous position. his hand wandered to her skirt, then lifting it up. his fingers caressed her clothed cunt—wet and asking him to fill it up. “fuck, so wet,” he whispered.

“just for you,” she answered.

“been so naughty, huh?” he asked as his fingers sliding her panties down, “what a fucking dirty slut.”

she sat down fully on the sink, as his digit also slipped into her dripping pussy. she hid hersef on the crook of his neck, breathing heavy. he smirked to himself as he thrust his fingers in and out. his thumb also worked on her sensitive bundles, making her squirm. “p-please seungmin...” she whispered.

“please what?”

a muffled moan was all that she can let out as he marked her neck—his fingers was magic. “i think i’m close,” she said into his neck, “p-please let me cum.”

“no,” he simply said as he let out of his fingers. she looked into him in a disbelieve, making him chuckle. he sucked on his fingers, then said, “taste yourself too, my little slut.”

he kissed on her hard, for the unknown time, then jerked himself. “i don’t have a condom on me,” he said.

“i’m on the pills,” she said, being impatient, “please just fuck me raw, i want you so much.”

the grip on his arms became tighter as he slid into her easily. they let out a sigh as it sank down inch by inch. he rested his forehead on her shoulder and looked down, watching his cock fit perfectly into her hole. it was so tight—no matter how much and how hard he fucked her over. her walls wrapping perfectly, making his brain stopped working for seconds. they can feel each other’s throbbing.

“m-move please?” she pleaded. without being told twice, he began to thrust his hip slowly.

“y-your performance was so good today,” she said, “and you look so handsome too.”

“yeah?” he smiled, unable to process more.

“been thinking about that thighs too.”

“so that’s why you were so needy?” he asked as he chuckled. his grip went to her thighs, began to thrust harder. “unfortunately, you can’t ride me today.”

Seungmin is the type of serious person when it comes to the sex. he loves to control the submissive side of her. but an unusual conversation like this, making his heart flutter. and also, nothing seems weird from the outside of the bathroom, because they were trying so hard to not make a sound. just heavy breathing, nothing more.

Seungmin sometimes let out a low groan, as he feel her walls clenching onto him. eyes were screw shut, trying to focus themselves before losing it to the overwhelming pleasure. the way his tip touched the spot of her making their mind blank. he noticed how she didn’t let go of her grip on his arms. a few profanities passed her lips, making him smirk.

“is my baby close?” Seungmin asked as his pace began messy. she nodded. “wait a bit for me.”

she obeyed his request, holding on a bit more so the knot in her stomach wont explode soon. she knew he’s also close from the way he went louder, letting out those beautiful moans into her ear. “c-close,” he said—an octave higher but almost a whisper.

“cum, inside, please,” she think she was unable to say the words but thankfully she did. the way his pussy clenched onto him making him throw himself over the edge, his thick load covering her cunt.

after a moment of silent to calm themselves out, he pulled out. the emptiness filling her again. he kissed her on her lips then said, “thank you for watching.”

“all for you, my king,” she reminded him of the band’s concept tonight, making him laugh. “thank you my queen.”

“but Hyunjin was handsome too,” she said blatantly.

“really?” he cocked his eyebrow, “after I let you suck my dick, now you’re saying Hyunjin is handsome?”

“i’m just saying. i love you though.”

“love you too honey,” he said before kissing her again.

redslvt 100f celebration here.

[thebonggirll]

chapter five

< previous: chapter four

"What is the commotion about?" Y/N asked as she entered the classroom. The girls were all huddled nearby Sasuke and Naruto who were glaring at each other. She groaned in irritation, knowing this was going to be a daily routine for them.

She slowly walked towards them and quietly sat down - beside Sasuke. God, the boy really needs a break.

"Hey! Why are you sitting there?!" Sakura shouted as the other girls joined her in the argument.

"Well, I don't see anyone sitting here," her eyes moved to observe Sasuke, "And it's not exactly like I have to ask for permission from anyone."

"Ofcourse you do! It's Sasuke! He's-"

"Just another student. I would've moved if all of you were nicer but since you started it the wrong way, I don't plan on getting up at all," Y/N smiled at them, "Feel free to cuss all you want." Suddenly all the girls became quiet. They were looking behind her. It's not like they were nice enough to stop right away, so to check the situation, she turned behind and a small gasp escaped her lips. Followed by a loud snort of laughter, "Oh my god, congrats on your first kiss gentlemen."

Both - Sasuke and Naruto - quickly moved away and were coughing outside their seats. "Naruto, you are so dead," Sakura said. Y/N looked behind at the girls and realized that maybe the little accident was too much for them. Well, she couldn't understand their reasons in the first place. Sure, it's okay to be jealous but why hurt someone over an accident?

Naruto seemed to try and make them understand, "Hey, woah. It was an accident." But the girls already had their mind set about it and started cracking their knuckles.

Y/N sighed. Well, she did plan to stay away from the problems he created but-

"Do you girls have any brains or is it something girls in Konoha suffer from?" Y/N asked, furrowing her brows. She already had a lot in her mind but these stupid girls weren't making it easier for her.

"What did you say?"

"Oh you didn't hear me clearly? Are you girls stupid?" she asked, "Naruto clearly said it was an accident. Why would he kiss someone he clearly hates? You just need to have a reason to beat him up or something? Cause that's all I've been seeing since I got here."

"Hey...that's not it. You don't know any-"

"As a matter of fact, I do. And I still don't understand your reasons? Get back to your seats," she glared at them, "You're pissing me off."

Maybe there was something about her tone, or glare but the girls suddenly scattered and got back to their seats. Sakura meanwhile, kept standing near the table watching her.

"You can either sit beside me or get out," Y/N said looking straight at the board. Sakura walked away to another seat after a while.

Naruto quietly sat beside her with a grin on his face, "Hey, thank you."

"You're welcome. But, you need to work on your attitude. Why do you even let them treat you like that?" Y/N asked, looking at him. She might not be that observant but she could definitely feel the expression in his eyes change.

Oh.

"Nevermind. That's why you're good at making friends. Just...choose your friends wisely, okay?" Y/N smiled at him.

He immediately smiled, almost relieved to not answer the question, and said, "You bet I will!"

"Naruto and wise doesn't go in the same sentence," Sasuke muttered.

"Hey! What did you say?!" Naruto yelled glaring at him.

Y/N sighed and thanked Iruka in her mind as he entered the classroom. She heard all about Naruto's deeds after he failed the genin exams. Well, they did give him to perform the technique he was the worst at - clone technique. Y/N tried to find him but she couldn't. There was no sign of him. Later she heard the news of how one of the instructors, Mizuki, tricked Naruto into believing that if he could steal the and learn one of its secret techniques, he would be allowed to continue on to the ranks of the ninja anyway and graduate. Thankfully, Iruka got the idea at the right time and went to look for Naruto. She didn't know what went on, but Iruka, who informed her a little bit about it said that Naruto was now promoted as a genin.

A small smile spread across her face. She didn't know the details, ofcourse, but the least she was definite out of it is that Naruto understood his mistake and gave back the scroll. Maybe the Hokage was kind enough to let him off punishment. Letting out a breath of relief, she concentrated on Iruka's words.

"All the genin will be grouped into three-man squad. Each squad will be led by a jounin - an elite ninja-" Iruka said but got interrupted by a small voice in front of him.

"Three?" Y/N asked, looking up at him with eyes full of worry.

"-with one group as an exception," Iruka smiled at her, "We know one student will be left out if we make groups of three."

Y/N gave him a smile of gratitude.

Iruka looked ahead at the class full of genins and said, "And now, I will announce the teams."

Not very surprisingly, Y/N landed on Team 7 with Naruto, Sasuke and Sakura. A part of her thought, maybe it was Iruka who wanted her to be close to Naruto. There's barely any other kid in class who can handle the whole disorganized team in place. Maybe she was the weight that was needed to balance it altogether. Honestly, she was okay with all of them. But she did wish Sakura to be a bit more mature. Naruto was obvious about his crush on Sakura, while she was open about her crush on Sasuke. It was all a big hassle to her. She wanted to concentrate on becoming someone powerful, and maybe when she's old enough, the Hokage will allow her to go in search for her parents alone.

The thought of her parents reminded her of something she has been facing for a few days. Her nightmares were back. The weird part of it was that she was aware that she was in fact dreaming about the lady who was always mumbling something. It wasn't exactly a lady, it was...a dark figure. Almost like a smoke shaped like a lady. She continued whispering but Y/N couldn't comprehend a single word out of it. And just like a kid would, she ran away as soon as she caught a sight of it. It is normal for a kid to run away from a shadow that is desperately trying to reach you, right? But the worst part of it was that despite being aware, she was never able to wake up. She didn't have any control over it - and that's what scared her the most. Everyday she waited for the time she would finally be able to wake herself up and it felt exhausting.

That was half the reason why she felt irritated all day. As if it wasn't bad that she couldn't get a peaceful sleep, the girls of the class were blindly in love with Sasuke for some reason, enough to forget logic.

Sitting quietly on a roof, she ate and looked at her team - a total mess. It would be bad to assume, but it looked like Naruto had diarrhea going by the amount of times he visited the bathroom. Sakura by the looks of it, was rejected by Sasuke and he looked a bit...mad.

All of a sudden, Y/N gasped as if she got caught doing misdeeds when Sasuke looked up at her. He quietly walked away after a while.

As soon as she was finished, she was about to get up when she heard a voice. The voice of the person she was least expecting - Sasuke Uchiha.

"Who are you really?"

"I...uh, you really don't remember my name?"

"I am not asking your name," he said, "Who are you?"

Y/N was at a loss of words. Trader's daughter? Traveler's daughter? Daughter of Y/L/N clan? If they even know its existence?

She chuckled and looked down at her tiffin box, "Well, I am trying to find out too."

"Hn."

Y/N was about to ask him for the reason of his question but turned to find the place empty. Well, Sasuke silently left.

That was...polite of him. He didn't push it.

Sasuke on the other hand was confused. Sure, she wasn't lying about herself, right? How did she not feel the strange aura she had in herself. It was faint but it was very obvious. It can't be that she actually had no idea about her unnaturally dilated pupils when she gets mad. The girls in the class didn't just leave Naruto because she was pissed.

No, they felt a strange tug in their stomach at that moment just like he did.

next: chapter six

season one

the reaper of the sea

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