#me wondering if I should stop talking about it so much

[0798f]

💞 — Mediator.

RELATIONSHIP: Gojo Satoru x Reader

SUMMARY: When Gojo and Megumi fight, it’s up to you to get them to make amends.

A/N: I think about the Gojo-Megumi-Tsumiki household a lot...

“Babe, help! Megumi is mad at me!”

“I don’t wanna talk to him.”

“Stop pretendin’ like I’m not here!”

(Name) hadn’t even taken their shoes off when they found themselves in the crosshairs of a squabble between Gojo and Megumi. Not the first time, and certainly would not be the last time. Gojo practically launched himself at the door as soon as (Name) walked in, throwing his arms around them to bury his face in their shirt. He seemed much more upset than the actual child; Megumi stood at the entrance with a scowl too mature to take seriously and crossed arms.

He wasn’t crying, at least— but that might be a result of having freshly turned 12 and deciding he was a real adult, now. Gojo and (Name) wondered if that declaration meant he would stop being so fussy and difficult, but, so far, it seemed like quite the opposite.

That wasn’t to imply that Megumi was always difficult. He was a kid after all, and everything in his life had been shit from the very start. (Name) much preferred emotional outbursts over him developing a habit of bottling up his feelings, even if it resulted in being yelled at by a child. Gojo usually received the brunt of the anger, anyway, for his annoying tendency of pushing Megumi’s buttons without recognizing where the line should be drawn. Did Limitless come with the drawback of him being unable to read the room?

Megumi seeming nonplussed at worst while Gojo’s crocodile tears soaked into (Name)’s shirt gave them a pretty clear idea of what likely occurred. It took some force to push Gojo off of them, but once his face was at arm’s length, (Name) turned their attention to Megumi. “What did he do, Megs?”

In their periphery, (Name) saw Gojo dramatically flail his arms. “You’re ignoring me, too!? Is everyone in this house against me?”

It was difficult not to laugh at his antics, but (Name) managed as they waited for Megumi’s answer. Someone needed to take him more seriously if Gojo wasn’t going to. A few beats of silence passed before Megumi decided to spill some feelings through quivering lips. “… He won’t stop bothering me.”

“He yelled at me, (Name)! He told me to get the hell out of his room, then I told him to watch his damn language, then-!“

They had heard enough. (Name) sighed and removed themselves from Gojo’s grasp completely, much to his disappointment, and beckoned Megumi to come closer.

“Okay, I understand,” (Name) nodded. Gojo looked up at them, attempting to use a shining yet pathetic display of Six Eyes as some strange form of emotional manipulation. If (Name) had to pick who in this room was the most childish, it would be a difficult choice. They spared a single glance at Gojo. “You’re on timeout.”

“I’m the one in timeout?!” Gojo latched onto (Name) once again. “But, Megumi swore at me!”

(Name) shrugged, “you deserved it. Timeout. Apologize when we get back. Megs, c’mon. Wanna go to the convenience store?”

No child can resist the promise of a nice treat for their troubles. Megumi’s eyes lit up but he held back a smile with all his might. He rushed past Gojo to put his shoes on. Gojo, on the other hand, did nothing to hide his cry of despair. He had half the mind to grab onto (Name)’s legs and stop them from leaving, but he felt their hand card gently through his hair— some reassurance so that he wouldn’t die of neglect. With a huff and a pout, Gojo relinquished his grasp and gave (Name) enough space to open the door for Megumi.

“We’ll be back in a little bit. Think about what you did.” Once Megumi was out the door and out of the line of sight, (Name) pressed a chaste kiss to Gojo’s cheek. “Seriously, stop bothering him so much. Love you, we’ll be back pretty fast. He doesn’t seem too upset.”

He moved fast enough to kiss the corner of (Name)’s mouth before they were able to move away. “Everybody is so mean to me…”

Times like this were when (Name) remembered just how young they were. Gojo was a brat, and it could be annoying, but how could (Name) blame him? They were only in their mid-twenties, with their childhood innocence ripped away in exchange for the world of jujutsu sorcery. Surrogate parents in their early 20s and the threat of death always looming over their shoulders. Life sucked sometimes, so if this was what Gojo was upset about for the day, it meant it was a good day.

“Maybe you should reflect on that, then…” (Name)’s words trailed off as they shut the door behind them. Gojo waited like a sad dog at the window for their car to disappear down the street before he traded his slippers for sneakers.

Gojo would not be reflecting on anything.

Even when (Name) was paying, Megumi didn’t like to spend much on himself. He placed one bag of chips on the counter, despite being encouraged to get whatever he wanted. (Name) found out quickly after taking in Tsumiki and Megumi that part of parenting was taking the initiative for quiet and stubborn children, so they added 2 cans of soda and three different flavored onigiri while Megumi wasn’t looking.

The weather was just warm enough to comfortably sit on the bench just outside the convenience store. It was the perfect size to fit their family of 4, even if it was a little crowded when they did. But with Tsumiki hanging out with her friends and Gojo in timeout, there was more than enough space for just Megumi and (Name). Megumi made himself comfortable on one end of the bench as (Name) paid the cashier with some cash straight from the mission they were just compensated for.

Truth be told, (Name) was exhausted as shit and returning from a mission when they walked into Megumi and Gojo’s petty squabble. They were looking forward to flopping onto the couch and passing out instantly. Gojo would throw a blanket over them, Megumi would enjoy the silence by getting some schoolwork done, and (Name) would wake up when Tsumiki got home so they could cook dinner together. But for as exhausted as they were, spending some extra time with Megumi was just as nice.

(Name) took their place on the opposite side of the bench and placed the snacks between them. He raised his brows at all the extra food but wasted no time opening the bag of chips he picked out. At first, neither of them spoke. That was one of Megumi’s favorite things about (Name); they could sit in comfortable silence, spending time together without wearing down either of their social batteries. Where Gojo was energetic and arrogant, (Name) was quiet and gentle.

Which was why Megumi struggled to understand what (Name) liked about that guy. Between bites of his food, Megumi spoke his thoughts aloud. “Why did you marry him?”

They think that Megumi might have been more bitter about their disagreement than (Name) had initially decided if he was asking a question like that of nowhere. (Name) shrugged, “‘cause I love him?”

The corners of (Name)’s lips curled up when they saw Megumi’s disgusted reaction. “But, why?! He’s annoying.”

“He’s annoying,” (Name) agreed with a laugh. He had annoyed them ever since the first day they met. Utahime liked to joke that (Name) only married him because Gojo had spent years wearing them down, and (Name) liked to entertain that theory because it was funny (for everyone except Gojo). But for as grossed out as Megumi was acting, (Name) assumed he was asking genuinely— if only just barely. “He’s annoying to the people he cares most about. He’s clingy and has no concept of personal space, which is ironic given his cursed technique.”

Megumi, mouth full, tilted his head to the side. “You just listed a bunch of stuff you don’t like about him.”

Again, (Name) laughed. “Those are the things I like about him, though. He’s always there, so I know I can rely on him. He’s been by my side for years and he’s never let me down. He’s a great guy.”

It was perhaps too earnest of a statement for the young boy to fully comprehend— especially since it was something so difficult for him to believe. Satoru Gojo? Reliable? That guy couldn’t even reliably cook eggs.

While he pondered that idea, he felt (Name) pat the top of his head. “For the most part, I’m like you; I like my space, I like my privacy. I wanna get left alone a lot. But, for me, it’s nice knowing someone is always there. That they care about me.”

Megumi squirmed under (Name)’s hand. Not because he was uncomfortable, but because he was forced to think about how much the people in his life cared for him. Tsumiki never stopped doting on him, even as he got older. (Name) always treated him the way he wanted to be treated, letting him feel independent while always knowing they were there for support. And Gojo, for everything about him that Megumi found annoying, never stopped trying to make him laugh or make him have fun.

With a huff, Megumi leaned into (Name)’s touch. Some part of him that was already being drowned out by tween angst reminded himself how lucky it was to be so loved.

“Still, he’s gotta actually listen to you when you’re upset.” (Name) gestured down the street, and following their gaze Megumi caught sight of familiar white hair just before the person turned the corner.

All the goodwill in his heart dissipated immediately and the same scowl he was wearing when he was arguing with Gojo reappeared.

(Name) rolled their eyes. One would think the greatest jujutsu sorcerer could realize that, at over 6 feet tall and sparkling white hair, he was not exactly the stealthiest person in the world. Not that it really mattered; (Name) had already guessed Gojo was going to follow them, and that he likely wasn’t trying to stay too hidden. (Name) handed one of the extra onigiri they bought to Megumi and sighed, “go tell him he can sit and eat with us if he apologizes.”

They knew Megumi wasn’t upset anymore when he rushed down the street to scold Gojo.

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[hunieday]

9th Anniversary story - Chapter 1 : Invitation to Celebration

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - (to be continued)

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Yotsuba Tamaki: One, two, three, four!

Izumi Iori: Ow, ow ow ow…! You’re pushing me from behind too harshly.

Nanase Riku: What are you guys doing?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Helping him go flat on the ground from the waist up.

Nanase Riku: Oh, stretching. Iori, want me to give you a hand too?

Izumi Iori: You must be joking. I’ll pass.

Nanase Riku: Hey, even I can push a little!

Nikaido Yamato: You youngsters have so much energy. Maybe I should join in on the stretching too.

Rokuya Nagi: I’ll help you! One, two, three, exhale~!

Nikaido Yamato: Phew…

Izumi Mitsuki: Good job, everyone. Stretching feels great when you do it right!

Osaka Sougo: Oh, Mitsuki-san, are those new sneakers?

Izumi Mitsuki: Oh, you noticed? Pretty cool, right? They’re the new Nana Sports sneakers!

Nanase Riku: I like that brand too! Not only are they a sports brand but they also have “Nana” in the name!

Rokuya Nagi: I also have a towel from them. The design is Simple and Cute… So Kawaii !

(t/n: Nagi says the italicized words in katakana, including kawaii…yes…)

Izumi Mitsuki: Nana Sports stuff is cute, right? Iori, do you remember?

Izumi Iori: Remember what?

Izumi Mitsuki: The matching sneakers our late grandpa gave us! It’s been around 9 years already, right?

Izumi Mitsuki: He bought us matching sneakers from Nana Sports when the store first opened. That was his last Christmas present to us.

Izumi Iori: …Ah… That’s right. I remember.

Nikaido Yamato: Your grandpa’s last gift, huh…

Rokuya Nagi: OH… What a heartwarming story.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Do you still wear them?

Izumi Iori: Of course not. How old do you think I was?

Izumi Iori: However…they’re quite nostalgic. Those sneakers bring back a lot of memories.

Izumi Mitsuki: Haha, right? Maybe even some awkward memories for you, Iori.

Izumi Iori: …Well…

Nanase Riku: Huh? What kind of awkward memories?

Izumi Iori: …

Nanase Riku: Huh?! It’s that bad?!

Izumi Iori: Of course it is?! Nii-san called them awkward and I nodded. I wouldn’t lie about something like this.

Nanase Riku: …Sorry… I guess it really was awkward…

Izumi Iori: Stop bringing it up…

Nikaido Yamato: …Huh? Seriously? Was it that awkward?

Izumi Mitsuki: Eh, not that much? It’s all completely in the past for me though.

(Door opens)

Takanashi Tsumugi: Great work, everyone!

Nanase Riku: Manager!

Rokuya Nagi: Manager! Thank you for your hard work!

Oogami Banri: Thank you. We’re here to tell you all about a new job offer.

Izumi Mitsuki: A new job!

Yotsuba Tamaki: What is it? I’m excited!

Takanashi Tsumugi: It’s a sports variety show. Here are the details!

Nanase Riku: A sports variety show?

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yes! It’s a project sponsored by the sports brand Nana Sports.

Izumi Iori: Nana Sports…

Izumi Mitsuki: What a coincidence! We were just talking about their new sneakers that I just bought!

Takanashi Tsumugi: Is that so? That’s perfect! I’m aware you regularly use Nana Sports products, correct?

Rokuya Nagi: Yes ! The quality is amazing, and not just that, but the designs are cute and flashy too!

Yotsuba Tamaki: A lot of kids at school use their stuff too!

Osaka Sougo: Working on a project with a sponsor we actually love is exciting.

Nikaido Yamato: That’s right! So, what exactly will we be doing?

Takanashi Tsumugi: The event is called “9th Anniversary Nana Sports Presents ★ Idol Grand Sports Festival!!”

IDOLiSH7: Idol Grand Sports Festival!?

Oogami Banri: Yup. And in addition to IDOLiSH7, TRIGGER, Re:vale, and ŹOOḼ will all be participating in this event.

Rokuya Nagi: Wow! Exciting! We’re idols so we’re always physically active, but…

Izumi Mitsuki: I wonder which group will be the strongest when it comes to an event like this?

Nikaido Yamato: Re:vale has the very athletic Momo-san, but his partner? not so much.

Osaka Sougo: I think TRIGGER might be the best overall. They’re all pretty good at sports.

Nanase Riku: I get that! Tenn-nii is really athletic!

Yotsuba Tamaki: ŹOOḼ’s got some pretty athletic ones too, no?

Rokuya Nagi: Yes! Their performers especially have excellent body control.

Izumi Mitsuki: IDOLiSH7 will be fine too! Leave it to me!

Rokuya Nagi: Oh! Mitsuki, we’ll be counting on you!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Me too! I’m good at PE!

Osaka Sougo: Tamaki-kun is good at physical activities.

Nanase Riku: I’m looking forward to seeing everyone in action! I’m not super confident in my performance though…

Nikaido Yamato: Don’t sweat it. Mitsu and Tama will do their best to cover for you.

Izumi Mitsuki: You better do your best too. You’re not completely out of shape either, old man.

Izumi Iori: Nikaido-san doesn’t seem to get tired, even during the second half of our concerts.

Nikaido Yamato: That’s because I feel bad for myself, so I pace myself carefully. Just like you do. (1)

Izumi Iori: Excuse me?

Nikaido Yamato: I heard from Tama that you’re fast.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Yeah yeah! Iorin’s super fast!

Nanase Riku: That’s amazing, Iori!

Izumi Iori: Yotsuba-san is faster than me.

Izumi Mitsuki: There you go again…

Nanase Riku: So between Iori, Mitsuki, and Tamaki, who’s the fastest?

Yotsuba Tamaki: Me!

Izumi Iori: Probably Nii-san.

Izumi Mitsuki: It’s most likely Iori, right?

Nikaido Yamato: Well, I don’t care as long as one of you wins. Just team up and take down TRIGGER, Re:vale, and ŹOOḼ.

Oogami Banri: Actually, you’re not participating as your groups. The four groups will be split into two mixed teams, Red and White.

Nanase Riku: So, that means we’ll be competing as allies and foes?

Takanashi Tsumugi: Yes. We'll conduct a physical fitness test and divide the teams to ensure a balanced team distribution.

Osaka Sougo: A physical fitness test, huh. I feel like I’m back in school.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Sou-chan, were you good at sports?

Osaka Sougo: I wasn’t bad, but not as good as Tamaki-kun.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Sounds like we’re gonna be enemies then.

Osaka Sougo: That’s true, we're a duo after all… If I were producing the show I might want MEZZO" to be in separate teams.

Yotsuba Tamaki: Is that so?

Osaka Sougo: Yeah… I hope I’ll be able to read the room and get results that ensure we end up in different teams…

Yotsuba Tamaki: How about you read the room here and maybe say “I’ll feel lonely if we’re not on the same team” or something…

Osaka Sougo: W-well that goes without saying!

Nanase Riku: I’m gonna read the room and hope I end up on the same team as someone from TRIGGER!

Izumi Iori: Yeah yeah, how about praying you don’t come last in the physical test first?

Nanase Riku: I’ll be fine!

Izumi Iori: How come?

Nanase Riku: Because Yuki-san will be there.

Izumi Iori: You’re being incredibly rude to a senior who’s been taking care of us.

Rokuya Nagi: If they’re gonna divide us based on physical power, Mitsuki and Tamaki would end up in different teams.

Nikaido Yamato: They’re our top two athletes after all.

Izumi Mitsuki: Heh heh! I won’t lose!

Yotsuba Tamaki: Me neither!

Nanase Riku: Ahaha! You’re not even rivals yet.

Rokuya Nagi: I’m feeling quite listless. Would we even be able to team up with non-IDOLiSH7 members for a sports event no less?

Nikaido Yamato: Now that you mention it… Sports are extremely difficult team activities, aren’t they?

Takanashi Tsumugi: Don’t worry, that has also been taken into consideration!

Takanashi Tsumugi: After the physical fitness test and once the teams are divided, they have planned a *whisper* secret event to strengthen the teams’ bonds! (2)

Nikaido Yamato: Wow! That is SO reassuring!

Nikaido Yamato: …is what you wanted me to say? Well I actually feel the opposite right now. What is that *whisper* secret…

Takanashi Tsumugi: Sorry… It’s a *whisper* secret event to strengthen your bond…

Nanase Riku: I’ll do my best! I’ll keep your *whisper* secret. LOL!

Izumi Mitsuki: Don’t you think saying “LOL” out loud is a bit weird?

Rokuya Nagi: A bond-building event LMAO

Izumi Mitsuki: How about you don’t say “LMAO” out loud.

Rokuya Nagi: Do you believe my current speech would be more suitable for your expectations? (3)

Nikaido Yamato: This is a total mess.

Takanashi Tsumugi: Please do your best! I believe you’ll form wonderful teams!

Rokuya Nagi: Yes ! Let’s live up to Manager’s expectations. I’ll do my best in the fitness test!

Nanase Riku: Yeah! Let’s give it our all! I’ve got to work on my fitness too!

Izumi Iori: Don’t push yourself too hard, Nanase-san.

Nanase Riku: I’ll be fine if I’m careful.

Izumi Iori: Don’t overdo it. Your overprotective guardian from that other group will make a fuss.

Nanase Riku: …

Nanase Riku: A sports festival with Tenn-nii, huh…

Anesagi Kaoru: You guys, you got a job offer for a sports variety event hosted by Nana Sports!

Anesagi Kaoru: The project is called "9th Anniversary Nana Sports Presents ★ Idol Grand Sports Festival!!"

Yaotome Gaku: A sports variety event. This is gonna be fun.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: The usual four groups will be participating! I’m sure you’re gonna enjoy the activities!

Kujo Tenn: So we’ll be split into teams based on the physical fitness test results instead of competing as our groups?

Yaotome Gaku: Then we might end up being enemies. If that’s true then I won’t take it easy on you two.

Kujo Tenn: Of course. Get ready, both of you.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I’ll give it my best shot. But I feel conflicted about competing against the two of you…

Yaotome Gaku: What are you talking about? Sports are your thing, Ryuu. You should be all fired up.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: That’s true, but…

Yaotome Gaku: I’m not gonna let you take me down easily, Ryuu. I’m going all-in to win. Though maybe…maybe… just a little…

Yaotome Gaku: Maybe I do wanna lose to you. Out of curiosity.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: What do you mean?

Kujo Tenn: I get it.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: You get it?

Kujo Tenn: I want you to beat me up.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I’m not gonna beat you up!?

Yaotome Gaku: I want you to go at it without showing mercy and completely obliterate me.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: I’m not gonna obliterate you!! And I will show mercy… What’s going on with you two!?

Kujo Tenn: You know. Just a bit of curiosity.

Yaotome Gaku: You get it.

Kujo Tenn: Yeah.

Yaotome Gaku: Yeah.

Anesagi Kaoru: It’s rare for you two to be in sync. I mean I get it, but still.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: A-Anyways, I’ll do my best. I’m good at sports after all!

Yaotome Gaku: Yeah! We’re counting on you, Ryuu!

Kujo Tenn: Do your best and have fun.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Got it. I’m gonna go all out and make a huge impact in the sports festival!

Yaotome Gaku: Yeah! I can’t wait!

Kujo Tenn: I’m already getting excited.

Tsunashi Ryuunosuke: Whether we’re gonna be enemies or allies, we gotta go all out!

TRIGGER: Yeah!

To be continued...

Yamato here is implying that Iori ‘paces’ himself, AKA crafts his image carefully and knows how to manage it so as to not break that illusion of perfection.

I am actually not sure if they’re whispering here, the original text is in between brackets, and since this is an actual conversation and not a rabbitchat I chose to interpret this as a whisper, so there’s a possibility this gets changed once the story gets voiced.

This entire bit was complicated to translate in English, so here’s how it went in Japanese: Riku thinks Tsumugi’s just randomly throwing the word “secret” around so he says it himself out of context. And THEN adds (笑) (slang term for LOL) which makes the sentence even more confusing. Mitsuki points it out, and then Nagi joins in by adding (草) (another slang for LOL, so I went with LMAO to differentiate) to the end of his sentence. Mitsu gets annoyed and calls him out on it, so Nagi retaliates by abruptly switching to very formal japanese. Basically he went from saying LMAO out loud to. That. Again this story is currently not voiced but it’s also safe to assume he’s gonna drop his accent and talk in proper Japanese too (LOL)(save me)

[hencheri]

dhdjjdjfj okieee cuz i need heeseung more than i need air. or wtv the hoes say /lh. i can’t be coherent ever but especially when it comes to him he makes me so fucking mad /pos

ok but like. trying not to be tooo vague but i feel like he’d be mean just for the sake of being mean. i’m not sure if this is how u see him or not… n feel free to disagree ofc!!! but i love the idea of him purposefully taunting u and humiliating u. i’m wondering i guess… if i were to actually ask smth and not just ramble. in what scenarios do u think noncon would likely occur with him? tell me if this doesnt make any sense :(

i see him in so many ways like. def frat boy noncon, putting smth in ur drink at a party, u made it easy for him, n he’s going to share u with his friends cuz ur slutty pussy is just too good to keep to himself. i’ve also thought about like street racer/biker hee and ur a rival competitor n he thinks racing against a girl is beneath him n u should be taught a lesson about where ur place is. taking a man’s cock n the only words coming out of ur mouth should be his name. i just. think heeseung doesn’t take no for an answer. /pos. thank u for coming to my ted talk /lh

18+ mdni.

warnings: noncon, drugging.

no i can definitely see him mean! like it's just natural to heeseung, but he's particularly harsh with you... maybe you're not very smart and it drives him MAD. he just can't get his head around the fact that someone can be so dumb and he can't help but be mean to you because damn, you deserve it. i feel like he would scoff and roll his eyes at everything you say, and when you notice it you immediately feel embarrassed and stop talking so much. heeseung just has this effect... like you really want him to appreciate you, but unfortunately for you, he kinda dislikes you.

omg, frat boy!heeseung sharing you... he hates you, but he's so attracted to you and you just bring out his bad side so easily. he puts something that makes you so sleepy in your drink, he pretends to be worried, taking you upstairs to his room, but little do you know, his friends are coming as well... probably only jake and jungwon because they'd be into that lol, using you for literally so long, and you can't fight back, too tired :/ but my sick side wants heeseung to spare you when comes his turn, feeling too guilty, leaving you absolutely destroyed in his bed.

racer!heeseung makes me think of car sex and... i can just imagine him forcing himself on you in a dark alleyway, his car parked in the mud, rain pouring... the front of your body is sprawled on the backseats, wrists locked together behind your back with one of his hands, pounding into you from behind. he gets all of his frustration out because how dare you think you're better than him? your place is at his feet, serving him and ready for him to use how he pleases.

[metallicames]

Young and Beautiful

Description: you are current James' thirty-year-old girlfriend, you get the idea of ​​spending a few days in your house in the mountains after seeing him particularly tired and down during the last tour dates. You comfort him and then you make passonate love.

Warnings: age gap, fingering, sex, dirty talking.

“Hey Babe? Can you hear me?”

“Hi Jamie, how are you?”

"Fine.. I'm on my way! How long until you get there? "

"I just left the highway in 20 minutes I should have arrived! You? How long until you reach me?”

“An hour or so and I should be there.. I can't wait! I really need to get away and be with you, you know.. these last few dates have put me to the test".

I hear the tiredness in his voice and a veil of concern creeping into his words. I'm afraid to not being able to manage the situation, offering him a break from the tour immersed in nature in our house in the mountains seemed to me to be the most sensible thing to do at the moment hoping that it will help to restore his energy.

“Everything is ok Jamie, we have a few days to catch our breath and recharge, you'll be back on top as always” I let out a smile while the clear image of him appears in my mind, his face and his smile, that smile that I fell in love with and that I can't do without. I miss him infinitely, I haven't seen him for a month and I need to feel him close to me, to reassure him, kiss him and spend time simply doing nothing with him.

“I know you're right.. I hope it's just a moment.. and not old age.. you know..” his sigh on the phone makes my heart heavy, he is the person I love most in the world and I need to know that he is happy and mentallynat peace.

“Trust me, you're still in great shape, you just need to rest and regenerate! Jamie the hairpin bends began, soon the line will go dead. We'll see later ok? I love you.. you have no idea how much I love you” these last words come out of my mouth slowly and clearly, I want him to really feel all my love.

“it's okay Y/N, drive slowly! I love you to death too. See you soon"

I enter the house, the smell of fir wood and vanilla of candles pervades me, I put down the bags, turn on the lights and I wear a comfortable and warm sweatshirt. After lighting the fireplace and a few candles I began to cook the vegetables for the evening, leaving the meat to James, he loves cooking meat, is really good at it and everytime he gets busy preparing some dish he relaxes and for a few moments his mind is calm and free from intrusive thoughts.

I, on the other hand, can't stop thinking about his words and the speech he made a few days ago during a concert. Seeing him so vulnerable and insecure destroys and destabilizes me more than I thought.

I hear the keys in the lock, the door opens, I turn around quickly and his imposing and slender figure peeks out from the entrance, he come in with a slow and thoughtful step, places the bag on the ground and looks at me with his wonderful smile that warms my heart. He comes closer to me while he takes off his cowboy hat throwing it on the table.

His beauty takes my breath away, no matter how old he is his charm will always make me feel like a little girl with her first crush.

As I get closer I see a slight veil of sadness in his eyes, my intent these days is to make him return to the James he always was and I will do my best to achieve this goal. I stretch my arms around his neck standing on tiptoe, James holds me to him, lifting me up and kissing me softly on the lips, it's a tender but at the same time passionate kiss that makes me understand how much he missed me and how much he needed this moment.

“I missed you, I missed you so much Y/N” he whispers in my ear, holding me even closer to him. “I missed you too James, I was going crazy these last few days, thank god you're here.. are you tired?”

James gives me another kiss as he lowers me so my feet touch the floor again "A little... more than tired I feel overwhelmed, the tour is demanding and I'm no longer a kid, it takes me longer to recover now..." as he speaks he can't meet my gaze, he doesn't want to be seen as weak and this worries me, I need him to feel safe with me.

"Honey, you can let yourself go with me, what you are feeling is normal. You always give your best during tours and you're always busy with so many things, it's your right to feel that way.” As I speak I stare at him forcing him to look me in the eyes, when I finally meet his gaze I see his eyes slightly shining and I hug him instinctively: "I'm here for you, just for you. We have a week all to ourselves".

I caress his short hair and my fingers run down his white sideburns to his neck where I leave a light kiss. I take the leather jacket off his shoulders, while I smile at him: "let's go to the couch ok? Let's relax a bit, it's still early for dinner".

James helps me take off his jacket and follows me on the couch, we sit next to each other my forearm is resting on the back of the couch as I turn towards him who slowly leans his head back trying to relax by sinking into the couch: "are you saying that I'm still fit? I don't want to appear ridiculous on stage or lose credibility.. I don't even know how to explain it" his tone is low and worried while he stares towards the ceiling.

“James.. if there's anyone cool on stage that it's you, people look at you like you're a God, I've seen it with my own eyes, these thoughts shouldn't even touch you.”

Seeing a smile forming on James' face reassures me, he doesn't say anything, he breathes deeply when at a certain point he looks at his hand and I can see the concern return to his face.

"Sometimes I wonder, how long will I be able to play, I feel quite energetic now but I know that it won't last much longer... and then you... you are so young, so full of life, you deserve the best, I don't know how long I will be able to satisfy you as you deserve..” As he speaks his eyes continue to stare at his hand, his words strike me deeply and I understand that I have to act somehow. I have to make him understand how wrong he is, remind him how good he makes me feel. I bring my hand closer to his slowly and squeeze it, James turns towards me, lifting his head from the couch.

I bring his hand to my mouth and slowly kiss each fingertip starting from the thumb, looking into his eyes intensely without saying a word. His gaze captures my every movement and when I start sucking his middle and index fingers I see his chest rise and fall deeper.

I slowly bring his hand between my thighs, James approaches me and start kissing me passionately, pushing me against the couch, making me lie down under him. Our movements are punctuated by the sound of the clock and that of the wood burning in the fireplace in front of us.

While our tongues meet with growing passion James takes off my sweatpants and then returns with his hand between my legs tracing with his index finger the profile of my pussy covered by the light fabric of the panties. His touch makes me let out a light moan so I draw his head towards me with my hands and I kiss him deeply, biting his lower lip while his hand moves my panties to the side and his fingers start moving up and down my already wet folds that were just waiting for his touch. He moves next to me and I place my leg on his hip giving him more room to move his hand as he wants on my body. He stimulates my swollen, throbbing clit with two fingers, applying more and more pressure until I begin to moan, closing my eyes as he kisses my neck, sending shivers through my body.

We start kissing again as his fingers move slowly on my clit driving me literally crazy, he has no idea how much I need his fingers inside me right now, or maybe he knows and is doing it on purpose to make me craving him even more.

The moment we stop kissing I look at him with a supplication gaze, biting my lower lip, his blue eyes literally penetrate me "How bad do you want it baby girl?" he tells me, giving a small slap on my clit, instinctively I have a slight spasm of pleasure and my eyes close from the sensation.

When he finally inserts two fingers inside me I let out a long sigh enjoying every sensation, "God" I whisper panting, while his fingers make their way inside me slowly but deeper and deeper, moving confidently.

“Look me in the eyes…yeah like that.. good girl” James whispers to me with a grin, my eyes can barely stay open, every time he picks up the pace or swirls his wrist to change the angle hitting the perfect spot they automatically roll back, but I can still feel his gaze focused on my face a few inches away.

My moans become louder and my breaths more erratic as James' fingers slide deep inside me curling up, stimulating every point of my rubbery walls while he gasps in turn in my ear making me completely lose my mind.

“My God.. If you continue like this you'll make me come..” I whisper to him before closing my eyes, letting out another moan and squeezing his leg with my fingers. "Don't hold back baby, cum on my fingers" he whispers in my ear panting. Just before coming I feel the palm of his large hand pressing against my pubis while his fingers continue to move tirelessly inside me. The sensation is so overwhelming that I can no longer hold back and I come with spasms as I squeeze James' wrist with one hand while he continues to stimulate me: "ohh Fuuckjffuckfuchkfuuckfuckkk” my brain can't even formulate sensible words as I let myself be overcome by ecstasy.

James slowly starts to decrease the pace, kissing my neck, my earlobe and then my lips softly.

I'm out of breath, I feel completely overwhelmed by the feeling of pleasure, I look at him almost distraught, still with altered breathing.

"Make love to me” I whisper few moments later while he's caressing my face, his gaze is sweet, full of love, sadness has finally vanished.

I let him take control once again, I want him to realize how good he makes me feel and how much I desire him.

He positions himself between my legs after hastily undressing, as I take off my sweatshirt, he looks down at my body for a few moments while moving a hand from my breast to my still numb clit taking off my soaked panties.

My hand reaches his hard cock, I touch it with slow and rhythmic movements spreading precum along the entire length making him pant.

I need to feel his body on top of mine, I want him to press me against the couch and hold me still while he pushes himself into me.

“Please.. I need to feel you so bad James” my words come out of my mouth like a river in flood. James lowers himself towards me putting my legs on his shoulders and resting his forearms on the sides of my face as he pushes into me slowly, very slowly until I tremble for the sensation. He buries his face on the crook of my neck, his deep, harsh grunts ring through the room and into my ear, making me moan in response as my hands grip onto his buttocks, squeezing them with my fingers. I can feel him soo deep inside of me, his big cock stretching my walls slowly clouding my mind.

His weight crushes me against the couch, in this moment he doesn't care if I'm out of breath, he needs to feel me, he needs me like I need him. The connection between our bodies is perfect, deep, intimate.

As James penetrates me our lips meet occasionally letting us losing ourselves in passionate and hungry kisses.

James increases the pace, moaning into my mouth as I squeeze his buttocks even tighter while the weight of his body immobilizes me.

“Fuck don't stop.. I'm about to come.. again..” my voice barely comes out of my mouth as James' thrusts become stronger and deeper, “Yeah baby? Come for me.. come for daddy” the tone of his voice, low and sexy interspersed with sighs is all I need to come.

The feeling of pleasure is long and pervades every part of my body, I feel my legs tremble against his chest while James pushes himself one last time inside me, coming shortly after, holding me to him with his arms, emitting a low and vibrant growl against my neck.

"Shiiit that was so good" he murmurs while his mouth is still resting on my neck.

James moves next to me as we both catch our breath, our eyes look at each other as if we were still making love, my fingers caress his face lit by the firelight.

“I missed all this, seeing you like that and hearing you moaning makes me feel.. alive” his arm holds me tightly to him, I feel his chest wet and warm against mine while his hand slides along my back giving me shivers.

I close the distance even more by resting my head on his shoulder blade.

“Tell me, do you still feel old?”

[valleymyristica]

People that make me happy ᵔᵜᵔ

Also, happy 3 month anniversary of What it takes!

There are so many people around And I find myself wanting to share my glee

So I want to give a thank you to all who make me happy And I also want to wish whoever is reading this a lovely day For I'm sure there is always someone who finds glee in your existence

For me, these are the lovely ones that gives me a smile whenever I see them about. Just knowing they are there is enough ᵔᵜᵔ

@waitineedaname

For being a wonderful person One I'm always happy to see doing well We may not talk as much, because I'm so slow But you still make me happy, wherever you go

So I want to wish you the best in this new year! [And thank you for being the beta reader for the HLVRAI fic I've yet to post] [If I ever will, really should though...] [Man, it's so old now]⠀

@cubbiverse

Thank you for being the reason I started What it takes! Without you, it wouldn't exist

Talking to you is always a blast You're always so fun! Your ideas are such a driving force for me

Really bringing me glee whenever I see you You're lovely, you're great I hope the year to come will treat you well! I wish you a happy new year!

Also! Can't forget! Your art is always so nice to see It's always so bubbly, bouncy, pretty and soft! Such lovely fun you bring With every single thing!

Oh, I really do like all the things that you do! You make me so happy too!!!

@shrimpyjackal

Art so pretty, always so kind So very sweet, with a lovely mind

Your colours, they pop! So pretty to the eye Like the setting sun An array of colours in the sky

Like a cold dessert After a desert walk Your art really does have a special spark! Like fireworks that boom, with colours and light! I hope that the year to come, will be lovely and bright!

I wish, it will be lovely and bright! And who knows, maybe wishes do come true?

@astrolotte

Things come Things go

But you are one I'm happy to know!

You're always so positive, so very sweet Just so lovely and unique!

It delights me when you read But I wish you well all the same

For I hope this year brings you joy As we play along with it's game Even as rules change

For change can be good Though, wouldn't want it to leave you on the run

And some things are sweet Though, being trapped is no fun

And have to also tell that your art is like a present on Christmas day Truly something to look forward to in every way!

@arandom-dog [AO3]

My beta reader My wonderful beta reader

AHHHHHHH!!! YOU'RE GREAT!

I'm so happy I have you! You're so helpful and kind! I always like to talk and hear what's on your mind!

AHHHHHH!!!! I still can't stop looking that the comic you made! Along with all the other lovely things you've made Gosh, Bunny is so CUTE! AHHHH!!! It's so pretty! So cool!

I'm so happy you made it And I'm so glad you had fun when you did!

Gosh, What it takes really has taken hold of my life

@unconsciousnonhuman

Thank you for creating the lovely [angst server]! It would be a delight if there was more time to spend

For hearing what's on your mind Is always a highlight before reaching the days end!

So morbid and fun! Oh! You are such a lovely one!

I'm happy you exist! So happy you are here! Really bringing joy by simply being you Do hope I can give you joy too!

Honestly, I think my new years resolution will be to read all of Para. Peri and leave my comment at every chapter.

I will get it done. I hope

@poggieking03

My delightful little fan I'm so happy I have you Really bringing me glee, and questions too!

It's always so fun to see your reactions To hear what you think heh Especially when the characters are on their brink!

I do hope that life is treating you well and that you are feeling swell!

For deserve kindness for all the things you've given me You make me so happy and fill me with glee!

@nightjasmine10

I really do delight in all you send my way Every comment, whatever it may, really does bring a smile to my day!

Honestly, it's so nice that you like talking to me, and it's nice talking to you in turn. You're always so sweet and willing to engage!

You seem so passionate about writing It's so cool! It's always nice to see you around!

Thank you for being as lovely as you are!

@freesso

Pretty, soft and expressive art So very cute So very sweet So very lovely and unique

A lovely person So nice and kind With art that always bring a smile to mind

Hope your days are joyous and sweet For you’re a lovely person One I'm happy I got to meet!

@midnightdemonz

Yay! Our fairy meat fanatic and one with a powerful Peri AU!

You're such a fun one and always a delight to talk too

Really should work more on fairy meat, we got so much to work with, still... what it takes is also important. Though, sparing some time for some meat shouldn't hurt, right?

As for the wonder you are? You're bright and fun, like a lucky star! Always so fun to talk to you

Hope your days are as great as you are! For you are indeed great!

@nova-in-space

Honestly, I may not be a part of it But seeing all the Peri's interacting is so fun!

From what I've read of Ghost Town so far It's very interesting! Desolate, dreary, eery What could have caused such disarray? Oh, is there anyone that would dare to say?

Also, I still remember the drawing you made based on What it takes I will forever cherish such lovely things Every spec of gold is still gold And it really does delight me that you took the mind and time to do it

It really made me happy, and remembering it really does bring a smile

Thank you so much!

You're a fun delightful person And I do delight in the ideas you present in your work

Like miasma filling their lungs Poisoning their bodies Breaking their minds And all which connects

It's interesting It's fun

@vhs-consumer

It's weird, I don't talk to you But you do seem like a person I'd like You seem like a really fun and cool person

hehehe You even know about 'fairy meat' Which is fun ᵔᵜᵔ⠀⠀

So, I do hope that the year to come will be a fun one With lovely food and fun people!

Also, have to compliment your art Because it's really nice It's like ice preserving the beauty of the world It's like a an array of needles you can softly pet It's like a shiver of cold as you sit so warm with a cup of hot chocolate

It's sharp and nice Both cool and warm And really something one likes to look upon

@elsa-fogen

Thank you for also being a lovely morbid delight!

It's fun talking to you from time to time and I do hope that this year will be a lovely one for you!

I do delight in all the AUs you do have And it's so fun to see your version of Icy She's so cool! hehehe Cool and cold Pun for fun

I like a sweet one who sees no wrong in the horrors It's simply how things are How they should be

Why would you want to leave? We're just getting to the fun part!

Also have to tell, I do like your art as well! It's so fun, the way you create, It's as if all fit together as pieces to a puzzle Every little line has a place to be

Everyone seems so full of life It's just connected so nicely And you're really funny too Your jokes are great!

@illustrationismyhaven ( @doodle17 )

You're a fun one, and happy late birthday!

I think you're the reason I decided to play Psychonauts Which is something I am so very happy and thankful for, it and it's sequel are such great games! I'm so happy I got to experience them, thank you!

In addition, I really like your lobotomy family au It's such a cute little idea!

Well, you seem to have many fun ideas So I guess that's kinda a given

Apart from such, you're a delight too see Your art is always so striking and lovely! So fluid, like a stream of water in winter Like green leafs in the summer rain So pretty, colourful and bright

You really do give off a lovely light!

@todaytomorrowgiraff

I doubt you know of my existence, but I do want to tell I appreciate you!

It delights me to see a little HLVRAI on my dash Gives it all a little extra pizzazz!

I remember finding you thanks to your wonderful fic, Becoming Human. It's been a moment since I've read it last, but I do recall delighting in it so. In a way, I guess it's inspiration, it's such a lovely one and you seem like such a wonderful person!

@bunnieswithknives

Gosh do I like the things that you do So of course you make me happy too!

Your art is so modular Like pipes connected so cleanly together Like ball-jointed dolls that you simply move

It's so very cool! And it all creates such a funky grove!

In addition, your ideas, the thoughts in your mind How you play with ideas You're funny and smart

What you make is truly a work of art!

That is to say, I like what you create! Always so fun to see what you'll present next!

Also, sorry for the time that I messed with your head Hope you're doing better, and you're happy instead!⠀

@kisskisstine

Like a story book with tales to be told Your art is so lovely to behold

A blooming star, so pretty and bright Yet so lonely when she shines her light

And he who thought himself bright and strong Is bound to have a stark realization when he finds, he is wrong

Your art is soft and kind Very fitting for you

For you seem like a lovely person too! Wishing you the best in all that you do!

Bright soft skies Sun so high Hope the smiles that you give Are given in turn For you deserve bright joys! Is one thing I've learned

Giving kindness to the kind Giving joy to the joyous Giving, sharing and wishing the best

So many sweet things You deserve them too!

@wreckrinho

You art is like cookies So scrumptious and good!

Like rivers Like streams Like something forgotten in dreams

So cool and fun So very you

And it makes me happy to see When you enjoy what you do!

Hope you're well And life is treating you with kindness

Horror may come to those in the stories one tell But that doesn't mean it should come to you as well

You're a fun delight Sweet little starlight Deserving fun

Enjoy the things you do I enjoy them too

Share what you like That's when you shine the most bright!

@artificial-angels

Your art, so pretty Like clouds on a soft summer day Like flowers that bloom Like sweet cotton candy dreams

Pastel paradise parade So soft and sweet It really is a delightful treat

@nilsford-prattle

Long forgotten In sand we lay But still we always hope that you are doing okay

Bright and fun Sweet and kind Hope you have peace of mind

Hope there is joy in the things that you do And that you always have a reason to be happy too

@purplecatghostposts

Hope there is joy to your days Your interests are ones we enjoy to see

Your writing a lovely delight Your shimmer a happy joy

So many things anew Yet though old they may seem For you bring it to life Like it's been awoken from a dream

Thank you for being you And doing what you do

Thank you all so much for bringing joy to my day! I hope I'm able to bring some joy to yours as well!

And maybe I'm alone in being me But I do think it nice to tell about those that are kind

In a world so cruel I want to prove there can be kindness as well

I find it pretty funny that it took so long to post this In part because I kept remembering so many fun people⠀

Huh... maybe my friend is right? I am pretty much always happy⠀

Maybe you all have something to do with that?

[arxiwon]

The One That Got Away

Genre: First Love, Angst, Slow-Burn, Reunion Romance

Warnings: Extreme heartbreak, unspoken love, lost chances, emotional devastation

Ni-Ki never believed in fate. If fate were real, it wouldn’t have let years pass with silence where words should’ve been. It wouldn’t have led him here—to your wedding.

The invitation had arrived unexpectedly, tucked neatly in an envelope with your name printed in the same handwriting that once scribbled notes on the corners of his textbooks. He had stared at it for hours, fingers tracing over the letters, his heart in his throat.

A part of him had wanted to ignore it, to pretend he never saw it. To let himself believe that maybe, if he never acknowledged it, you wouldn’t actually be getting married. But another part of him—a cruel, self-destructive part—knew he had to go.

And now, standing among the guests, he watches as you walk down the aisle, radiant in a way that makes his chest tighten.

You look happy.

You look like someone who never spent nights awake, wondering about what ifs. Someone who never held back words, fearing the consequences. Someone who had moved on.

But Ni-Ki never did.

The ceremony begins, and he listens in suffocating silence as the officiant speaks.

"Do you take him to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

His entire body stiffens.

"I do."

And just like that, the last thread of hope inside him snaps.

The crowd erupts into cheers, but the sound is distant—like he’s underwater, drowning. He lets his lips curl into a polite smile, clapping along with everyone else. But inside, he feels like he’s unraveling.

The reception is a blur.

People laugh, glasses clink, and music hums softly in the background. It should be beautiful. It should be a celebration. But to Ni-Ki, it feels like a funeral.

Then he sees you dancing with your husband. Your hand is in his, your body pressed close, and you’re smiling—really smiling.

Something inside Ni-Ki shatters.

Because he has never seen you look at him that way.

Not when you were kids, racing through the streets. Not when you stayed up all night talking about your dreams. Not even in the quiet moments, when he thought—hoped—that maybe you felt it too.

Maybe you never did.

He stands, ready to finally leave, when your voice stops him.

"Riki."

It’s soft, hesitant—like you weren’t sure if you should say his name at all.

Slowly, he turns.

You’re standing in front of him, the warm glow of the lights casting a golden hue on your skin. For a second, just a second, you look exactly like the person from his memories—the one who used to steal his food, who used to challenge him to stupid bets, who used to be his.

"I didn’t think you’d come," you say, voice quiet.

Ni-Ki lets out a small chuckle, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Yeah, well… wouldn’t miss it for the world."

A lie.

You smile, but it’s not the same as before. There’s something behind it—something unspoken, something heavy.

He wants to say it.

He wants to tell you that he loved you. That he still loves you. That he’s spent years pretending he doesn’t, but no matter how much he tries, it’s always been you.

The words sit on the tip of his tongue, burning his throat.

"I—"

Your husband calls your name.

You turn toward the sound instantly. Your expression softens, your lips parting into a smile so effortlessly, like your heart belongs to someone else entirely.

And maybe… it does.

Ni-Ki swallows hard, forcing the words back down.

He doesn’t say them.

He never will.

Instead, he nods, offering you the smallest smile. "Congratulations."

Your eyes flicker with something—hesitation? Regret? But before he can figure it out, you give him one last look before turning away.

Walking back to your husband.

Walking away from him.

For the last time.

Ni-Ki doesn’t move. He watches as you disappear into a future that no longer has a place for him. A future that should have been his, if only he had been braver. If only he had spoken up sooner. If only—

But it doesn’t matter.

Some words are meant to be left unspoken.

Some love stories are never meant to be told.

And some people… are only meant to be each other’s greatest almost.

[writing-the-stars]

Mikaelson Ball (Kol)

Pairing: Kol Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Summary: After a thousand years apart, you reunite with your long-lost love. However, all is not as it seems.

Warnings: ANGST (Like a sickening amount. I laid it on THICK this time), Talks of Death and Murder, Canon-Typical Violence (Really just a small confrontation that happens in the episode). Let Me Know If I Forgot Something

Word Count: 6.6k (I wasn't even expecting it to be this long!!!)

A/N: Hey guys! So, just wanted to let you know this is my last Kol fic (unless a request is submitted). I have debated on whether or not I should even post this, but I worked REALLY hard on this and I would be sad to let it go to waste. This is one of the first TVDU fanfictions I started YEARS AGO, so this fic has been through a lot. In fact, it's been through so much that (depending on y'all's feedback) it has the potential to become a two to three part series (maybe 4, but I hope I'm not THAT verbose). As I was working I realized how long it had gotten and cut it in half, so Part 2 is mostly done and needs some edits, but if you all want it, I could post it very soon. Anyway , long author's note this time around. All of this is to say, this is one of my babies and I had a lot of fun working on it. I'm super proud of it and I hope you all enjoy it. Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day!! (TL;DR: This is my last Kol fic (unless a request is submitted) and has the potential to be a multipart if you all want it)

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A storm of emotions brews within you as you anxiously await your reunion with the man who was once your everything. A thousand years have passed since you last saw Kol, and the uncertainty gnaws at you. Do his feelings still remain? Did your love really survive the passage of time?

A thousand years is an eternity— a vast expanse of time that undoubtedly swallowed all the moments you shared. The possibility that he has moved on weighs heavily on your mind, as cruel as it seems. After all, you’ve been dead.

Your stomach tightens with a wave of panic. What are you doing here? you question. The thought of turning around, leaving this past behind, grows increasingly tempting. Walking away seems like the safer option, a way to protect your fragile heart from the weight of inevitable disappointment. Just as your feet begin to move, the voice of Esther— unmistakable and clear— pierces the air, as if she knew exactly what you were about to do.

“I want us to be a family again. And to prove my good intentions, I have brought a gift.”

The door swings open, and there you stand, feeling suddenly exposed and vulnerable beneath the astonished gazes of the five people who were once your family.

They look... different. But unmistakably the same.

Your heart lurches as you take in the sight of them, their familiar faces now etched by the passage of time. Elijah stands to your right, his once-shoulder-length hair now cropped short, and his attire— a tailored, sophisticated ensemble— commands an air of authority you didn’t recognize from the man you knew. Beside him, Finn’s leather attire and long hair suggest a nod to his former self, though a sense of quiet power surrounds him. In the back of the room, Niklaus looms, his sharp gaze cutting through the air. His presence is menacing, dark and commanding, a notable contrast to the man from your memories, yet the edge of familiarity remains.

To your left, Rebekah dons a stunning red piece that resembles a dress, radiating timeless grace. Her beauty is still as striking as ever.

And finally, your gaze finds him. Kol.

The moment you’ve both longed for and feared.

Anxiety grips you as your breath catches. Time seems to slow as you take in the sight of him— so like the Kol you remember, and yet... so different. His hair is styled similarly to Elijah’s, sleek and sophisticated, and his attire— though foreign— seems to suit him perfectly, giving him an almost regal quality.

But it’s his eyes that stop you cold. His gaze locks with yours, and the world falls away. He looks at you with the same eyes that once held yours with such warmth and passion, promising you forever.

Your pulse quickens. The same mischievous glint dances in his eyes—an emotion so familiar and intimate that it stirs something deep inside you. For a heartbeat, you feel as though you’re standing in the past again, caught in that beautiful, tragic moment when he first swept you into his world.

“Y/N,” he breathes, his voice thick with disbelief. His tone lingers in the air like a prayer, the name a soft, desperate whisper. It feels like an eternity since you last heard him speak your name.

Kol had long resigned himself to the belief that he would never see you again, after your death a millennium ago— the true love of his life. Your loss had driven him to madness, compelling him to descend into the darkest recesses of his vampiric existence. For centuries, he had nothing to hold onto, nothing to desire or cherish.

And yet, here you are, standing before him— alive— and just as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes on you. The youngest Mikaelson son is rendered speechless as he struggles to hold onto this fragile thread of reality, having only dreamed of this moment. 

Unable to stop yourself, you move toward him, your feet unsteady as you draw closer. Kol’s eyes soften, disbelief giving way to awe as he steps forward, his hand gently cupping your cheek. His touch is so tender, so tentative, as though he fears you might vanish.

A smile stretches across his face— small, incredulous, but genuine. The same smile that once set your heart on fire.

You smile back, the flood of emotions overwhelming you. “Hi, Kol,” you whisper, your voice trembling with the joy you thought you would never feel again.

Without another word, he pulls you into a kiss— deep, urgent, filled with longing and a desperate love that spans a thousand years. His lips press against yours as if he’s trying to make up for all the time lost, all the moments stolen from you both.

When the kiss breaks, he pulls back just enough to whisper against your lips, “Darling, I’ve missed you so much.”

His voice is raw with emotion, a depth of feeling you thought might have dulled with time. But there is no denying it— his love for you remains. He still loves you.

“I’ve missed you too,” you reply, a fresh wave of tears spilling down your cheeks as you gaze at him, overwhelmed by the tenderness in his expression.

You turn your gaze to the rest of the Mikaelsons— your family— who are still staring at you with wide eyes. Shock, awe, and disbelief reflect in each of their faces. You’ve been gone for so long, and your death left scars on them all.

You let out a soft laugh, brushing the tears from your cheeks, and speak the words that have been in your heart for so long, “I’ve missed all of you.”

For a moment, the room is silent, the magnitude of your return sinking in. Finally, Elijah speaks. “How is this possible, Mother?” he asks, turning to Esther for an explanation. The rest of the family follows suit, each of them seeking the truth in their eyes.

Esther steps forward, a serene smile gracing her lips as she addresses them. “On the night of Y/N’s passing, I managed to preserve her body,” she explains, her voice calm and measured. “I kept it hidden, safe within the caves from which I was resurrected. Though Y/N is not bound to us by blood, she is a cherished member of this family. We would not be whole without her.”

As Esther finishes her explanation, the Mikaelsons— one by one— rush toward you. Rebekah is the first to reach you, pulling you into a tight, emotional hug, her tears blending with your laughter. “I can’t believe you’re here,” she whispers through her tears, holding you close.

The others follow, each one enveloping you in their arms, their joy and disbelief palpable. Kol stays close by, never letting you slip from his side, his hand always finding yours, his gaze never leaving your face.

The night passes in a blur of hugs, laughter, and tears. And as the reunion unfolds around you, you realize that all those years spent in darkness and sorrow have finally come to an end. You are home. And you are loved.

-*-

“Rebekah, tell me how handsome I am,” Kol calls out from in front of what you’ve learned to call the mirror. The thing still fascinates you— how it reflects your image so clearly, no magic involved.

“Ah, Kol, you know I can’t be compelled,” Rebekah replies from beside you, prompting a soft giggle from you in response.

Kol frowns dramatically, swiveling from the mirror to cast a mockingly reproachful look in your direction. A playful gleam dances in his eyes, and you can’t resist returning his gaze with a cheeky smile.

“Great, she’s just returned, and already you’ve turned my wife against me,” Kol remarks, his tone light but feigning frustration.

You snicker, your eyes flicking to Finn, who had been watching from his fitting. He turns now, offering a knowing smirk to his youngest brother. Rebekah, pleased with herself, flashes a triumphant smile before resuming her focus on her freshly painted nails.

It feels so natural to be here, like you’ve never been gone. The easy camaraderie you share with your family slips seamlessly back into place, like a favorite memory that never quite fades. The banter, the jokes, the teasing— it’s all so familiar. For the first time in a long time, you feel something like peace.

“I think you look fetching, Kol,” you say, your voice warm as you shoot him a smile that matches the fondness in your words. He turns back to the mirror, a pleased smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he admires his reflection once more.

“Thank you, darling,” he replies, his voice soft with affection. He straightens his jacket— a suit, you’ve learned. The look fits him well, but it’s his self-assuredness, his confidence, that makes the moment feel so... right.

The door slams open with a violent force that rattles the room. Niklaus storms in, his fury unmistakable, his aura thick with rage. “You went after Elena?” he roars, eyes blazing, “What is wrong with you?”

Your stomach drops at the sudden shift in atmosphere, the lightheartedness evaporating in an instant. You realize with a sharp jolt that his wrath is directed at Rebekah, and you feel an uncomfortable knot tighten in your chest.

The Niklaus you knew— once gentle and kind— feels like a distant memory now. The years have twisted him, and his anger has fermented into something far darker. The warmth in his soul has been mutilated to a volatile, vindictive cruelty.

You think of what Kol told you, the countless betrayals, the violence. The times he daggered his siblings, locked them away in coffins, and manipulated every one of them to suit his whims. You shiver involuntarily, the stories of his temper leaving a bitter taste in your mouth.

“Here we go,” Rebekah mutters under her breath, her voice still laced with amusement as she watches Niklaus’s fury unfold. You notice the small, almost imperceptible smirk tugging at her lips. She’s always enjoyed riling her brothers, a quality you’ve always admired her for— her fearless audacity. She isn’t afraid of Niklaus..

“Do you want another dagger in your heart?” he threatens, his voice laced with menace. 

You tense, your body instinctively bracing as you position yourself closer to Rebekah, ready to protect her if necessary. The weight of Niklaus's fury settles over the room like a storm, thick and oppressive. Though his anger intimidates you deeply, you can't help but feel a surge of determination. Not this time. You've only just been reunited with your family and you’re not about to let him tear them away from you. Not without a fight.

Even though you were warned about Niklaus’s drastic transformation, witnessing it firsthand is nothing short of jarring. The man who once exuded warmth, tenderness, and a kind of charming vulnerability now stands before you— his presence dark, heavy, and filled with an unrelenting malice. His eyes, once soft and capable of genuine affection, now gleam with a cold, calculating cruelty that sends a shiver down your spine.

The contrast is staggering. Gone is the brother you remember—the one who, despite his flaws, had moments of kindness. In his place stands a figure that commands fear, his rage so palpable it feels like an almost physical force in the room. His words cut through the air like a blade, each syllable dripping with venom, and you feel the pull of that darkness like a weight on your chest.

You glance at Rebekah, who, though clearly unfazed by her brother's outburst, has a flicker of something in her eyes—something you can’t quite place, but it’s there. A weariness. A resignation, maybe. She’s endured Niklaus’s wrath for so long that it no longer rattles her, but you know it’s still painful, still damaging.

“More dagger threats? Don’t you have any other tricks up your sleeve?” Kol taunts from behind Niklaus, his voice dripping with mockery and a hint of challenge. The boldness of it makes you wince.

You turn to your husband, your eyes wide with silent pleading. You’ve heard that Kol, more than any of the others, has borne the brunt of Niklaus’s wrath. How he’s been daggered more times than anyone could count, all for daring to cross Klaus in even the slightest way. You cannot stand to see him suffer that again— not when you’ve just found your way back to him.

Niklaus barely spares him a glance, his expression dismissive. “Oh, go back to admiring yourself,” he replies, almost lazily, his eyes flicking back to Rebekah as if Kol’s words were no more than a minor distraction.

You take a step closer to Kol, your hand brushing against his arm as you whisper urgently, “Kol, don’t—”

But your husband, ever the provocateur, ignores your warning completely.

“And who are you, my father?” he retorts, a biting edge to his voice, the sarcasm unmistakable. You can feel your heart sink. The last thing you want is another confrontation between them, especially when there’s so much unspoken between them already. But Kol is Kol—reckless, defiant, impossible to hold back.

A deep sigh escapes you as you close your eyes in frustration. This was never supposed to be the way you reunited with your family.

Niklaus, for his part, is barely fazed. “No, Kol,” he says, his tone chillingly cold as he steps forward, his imposing presence growing with each movement, “But you’re in my house.”

The tension in the room thickens, and you can practically feel the electricity crackling between the brothers. The history between them weighs heavily in the air, and you know how far this could go if Kol doesn’t back down.

You open your eyes, but Kol’s gaze remains fixed on Niklaus. There’s no retreat in his posture, no hesitation. The challenge has already been issued.

“Then perhaps we should take this outside,” Kol says, his voice firm, steel running through every word as he faces his older brother with defiance.

The air feels heavy as you step toward Kol, the tension in the room palpable— Niklaus’s silence speaking volumes. He doesn’t need to say anything for you to know the danger in the air

“Kol, stop,” you urge, your hand landing gently but firmly on his chest in a desperate attempt to calm him. The contact should have grounded you, but instead, it feels as though you're pressing against a solid wall of muscle and defiance. His body tenses beneath your palm, and the force of his presence is enough to make your heart race.

The silence stretches, thick with the weight of the standoff, until Esther’s voice cuts through it like a blade, sharp and commanding. “Enough!”

She enters the room with her usual grace, but her modern appearance— fitting seamlessly into the façade you’re all working so hard to maintain— reminds you that beneath her calm exterior, Esther is no stranger to control and power. With a glance that commands attention, she directs her words to Niklaus.

“Niklaus, come.”

He hesitates, throwing one last simmering glare in Kol’s direction before reluctantly following her out. Kol remains unfazed. His smirk remains firmly in place, his eyes glinting with the satisfaction of having provoked his older brother.

Once the door closes behind them, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You turn toward your husband, giving his shoulder a firm smack. It won’t faze him, of course, but it’s all you can do in the moment to express your frustration.

He turns toward you, his eyes wide with feigned innocence, though the playful spark in them betrays any semblance of remorse. “What was that for?” he asks, his voice light, unbothered.

“Why did you have to provoke him?” you admonish, your tone a delicate balance of exasperation and concern, “We’re trying to live peacefully, remember?”

Kol just chuckles, the sound rich with amusement. That familiar smirk of his reappears, and before you can protest, he leans in to plant a kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment as if to soothe the tension in your own body.

“Darling,” he murmurs with a soft chuckle, “it’s all in good fun.” He pauses, his gaze steady on you, warm with affection. “Niklaus wouldn’t dare break one of Mother’s rules,” he reassures you, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face.

Your breath catches at the tenderness in his touch, but you aren’t fully swayed. “Kol…” you begin, but he cuts you off gently with a playful nudge, clearly eager to move on from the moment.

“Now,” he says, a mischievous glint still in his eyes, “go finish getting ready. We wouldn’t want to keep everyone waiting.”

He gives you one last smile before turning to leave, still carrying that lighthearted arrogance that both frustrates and charms you in equal measure. You let out a weary sigh, shaking your head, as if to physically rid yourself of the frustration bubbling beneath your skin. You know better than to argue with Kol when he’s in one of his moods. As much as you want to argue, to make him understand, you recognize the futility in it. Kol is Kol— charming, reckless, and utterly impossible to control.

You can’t help but watch him for a moment, the conflicting emotions swirling inside you. A soft rustling sounds from across the room, and you catch sight of Esther’s figure as she steps toward Finn, summoning him for what is likely another private meeting. You’ve become all too familiar with the urgency in her tone these past few days— the need to push forward, to set everything in motion before the final hour.

That sharp pang of guilt hits you again, this time deeper, sharper, as the weight of your purpose presses down on you. You remember the true reason behind your return— why you were brought through the veil of the Other Side. You were meant to help Esther destroy everything you had once loved. Your family.

When Esther first appeared to you on the Other Side, she came as an unsettling whisper— offering you a chance to return, to see Kol again. But with that offer, came a price. She spoke of vengeance, of the Mikaelsons’ monstrous sins, and the desperate need to put an end to their immortal lives. The thought of betraying them, of helping the woman who had once so desperately tried to save them, had felt impossible. You had never seen the Mikaelsons as monsters, and the very idea of murdering them was abhorrent to you.

Theirs had been the only family you’d ever known, and even after death, your love for them, for Kol especially, had never wavered. How could you betray them?

And yet, the pull of Kol’s memory was undeniable. The desperate yearning to hold him, to be close to him again after all those years, twisted your heart into something darker, something willing to overlook the weight of betrayal in favor of a fleeting, fragile reunion. Two weeks. That was the offer. Two weeks to be with him again, to feel his presence and love one last time.

Now, it feels like a hollow, idiotic decision. To sacrifice his life— for two weeks. How had you ever thought that could be enough? After all, you had died to save him once, only to throw his life away for a moment of personal happiness. The enormity of that decision makes your chest tighten, suffocating you in its finality.

You glance over at the Mikaelson siblings, their voices drifting through the air, light and carefree. Kol, teasing Rebekah as she rolls her eyes. Elijah, offering a rare chuckle at one of Kol’s more ridiculous remarks. For a moment, the room feels suspended in time. The warmth, the joy, the familiarity of it all. It feels so... so normal.

But all you can do is offer them half-hearted smiles, your thoughts lost in the suffocating weight of the knowledge hanging over you. By the end of the night, you will be sealing their fates. The pain in your chest flares again, sharper now, as you look at Kol. His smile— so effortless, so genuine— shatters you. How could you do this? You think, heart heavy with regret.

Their laughter echoes in your ears, and it suddenly feels cruel. The humor, the happiness— it’s a cruel irony, knowing that it’s all about to be torn apart.

-*-

“The doppelgänger has arrived,” you announce, feeling her energy the moment she steps through the mansion’s doors. Your voice is steady despite the churning in your chest. You try to ignore the unease tightening your stomach, but it’s no use. The guilt of the plan looms ever larger.

Esther looks up from the table, her fingers poised over the arcane materials laid out before her— materials meant to bind the Mikaelson siblings together in a way that could never be undone. A soft smile tugs at her lips, one that’s full of satisfaction, like a puzzle piece finally falling into place.

“Excellent. The plan is coming together perfectly,” she says, her tone airy with triumph. Rising from her seat, she glances between you and Finn, her pride radiating from her. “I am proud of you both,” she adds, her gaze lingering longer on you, and you can almost feel her approval burn through you like a silent command.

Finn responds as expected, a soft bow of his head, the quiet humility of the eldest Mikaelson always present. You, however, simply offer a carefully controlled smile, masking the turmoil stirring inside you. You’ve spent enough years under Esther’s influence to know how to wear a mask, but it’s never been more difficult than now.

Esther clasps her hands together, her face hardening into something resolute. “You two should join the ball before anyone becomes suspicious. I’ll join you shortly,” she says, her voice cutting through the air with a finality that brooks no argument.

You nod, but the command weighs heavily on you..

With a curtsy that feels forced, you exit the elder witch’s chamber, Finn falling into step behind you. The click of your heels echoes through the hall as the two of you walk in silence. It feels like an eternity before you finally break it, your voice quiet but laced with an undercurrent of disbelief.

“Are you truly willing to sacrifice your life to further Esther’s plans?” you ask, unable to mask the bewilderment in your tone. Finn has always been loyal to her— his willingness to follow her blindly never ceased to astonish you— but this? To give up everything, including his life, for something that is, at its core, a betrayal of his own family? It doesn’t sit right.

Finn’s answer comes without hesitation. “I am,” he says solemnly, his face unreadable. “I am deeply ashamed of what I and my siblings have become. Mother’s plan for us is a gift—a freedom from the shame of our monstrous existence.” His words are heavy with conviction, but beneath them, you hear the faintest hint of desperation.

You nod, trying to suppress the growing ache in your chest. You understand him in a way— you once believed the same things. Esther’s words were like gospel to you back then. She had saved you, taught you to believe in her cause.

But somewhere along the way, that idealism faded, the weight of reality replacing it. You cannot see the plan the way Finn does, with all its promise of redemption. The quiet tragedy of it all makes your heart ache. You wish he had outgrown this naïve faith, the same way you had.

Your disappointment must be evident, because Finn leans closer to you, his expression softening just a fraction. He whispers, “You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”

You freeze at the question, your stomach dropping. “Of course not,” you reply, feigning offense, though it’s more out of instinct than anything else. “The balance of nature was disrupted when Esther granted you immortality; it’s only right that this imbalance be corrected.”

Finn nods, satisfied with your false reassurance, and heads off toward the doppelgänger. You can hear his footsteps fade, but your thoughts remain with him, tangled in a web of guilt and regret.

As Finn disappears from view, you let out a brief, quiet sigh, the weight of your decision pressing down on you like a physical burden. But it’s quickly overshadowed by the sense of someone approaching— him.

Kol’s presence fills the space behind you with warmth, but that warmth does little to thaw the coldness seeping into your bones. The comfort of his nearness is only a fleeting reprieve from the crushing reality of your guilt.

The moment he draws near, you stiffen, and you can barely bring yourself to meet his gaze. His presence, as always, is magnetic, but now, it feels like a slow burn— intoxicating and dangerous. You’ve never been able to hide anything from Kol, especially not the way you feel about him, but right now, the weight of your betrayal is too much.

“There you are, darling,” Kol says, his voice warm and affectionate, like a comforting balm to your restless heart. His eyes sparkle with that mischievous yet sincere gleam, and for a moment, the weight of everything else fades as he steps closer. “I’ve been searching for you everywhere.”

The sincerity in his tone makes everything feel even more unbearable. It twists in your chest, amplifying the heavy knot of guilt lodged there. You want to meet his eyes, want to return his affection with the same warmth, but the deception you're entangled in is too overwhelming. His words should bring you comfort, but they only serve to heighten your sense of impending betrayal.

Kol stops in front of you, his gaze drinking you in, and you catch the awe in his eyes— the way he looks at you now, as if you were a treasure he’d long lost and finally found again, makes your heart ache.

“You look absolutely ravishing tonight,” he murmurs, the words like velvet, and it causes your cheeks to flush a deep crimson. The compliment, so effortlessly given, only deepens the knot inside you. You want to smile, to accept his praise with the same joy he’s giving it, but it’s difficult to reconcile the beauty he sees before him with the dark truth lurking behind it.

You lower your gaze, unsure of how to handle this moment where his admiration feels both like a gift and a weight. Kol notices the way you shy away, and his smile only grows, delighted by your modesty, though there’s a tenderness in the way his eyes soften.

He steps closer, his hand lifting your chin with a gentleness that feels like it’s meant to reassure you. Your heart skips a beat as his fingers graze your skin, so familiar, so Kol. When his gaze locks onto yours, it’s as if the world falls away—there’s no Esther, no plan, no guilt... just him.

And then, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, he leans in and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

The kiss is a spark of warmth that spreads through you, igniting a flutter of butterflies in your stomach. It's the same feeling you had when he kissed you all those centuries ago, when you were alive, when you could never have imagined the distance time would create between you.

You want to lose yourself in the tenderness of the moment, to forget everything but Kol and the love he’s offering, but the sharp edge of reality cuts through the haze. This is not a simple reunion. This is not the sweet promise of forever. This is a stolen moment, tainted by the knowledge that you will soon betray him in ways you can't yet fully comprehend.

When Kol pulls away, his eyes remain locked on yours, his smile gentle and full of affection. “I am so happy to have you back,” he whispers, his voice low and soothing.

His words are meant to comfort, but instead, they deepen the ache in your chest. The warmth of his sentiment is a stark contrast to the cold reality you’re living. You want to tell him everything— that you’re not who you used to be, that you have to make hard choices, that your love for him is bound up in a betrayal so great it makes you sick— but the words won’t come. Instead, you just stand there, caught in the weight of your own silence.

The tenderness in his gaze is so overwhelming, it makes your heart ache in ways that no longer feel sweet. The shame creeps in, tightening its grip, suffocating the joy that his presence should bring.

You wish you could feel the same peace, the same certainty that Kol exudes in this moment. But the truth is, you’re already drowning in the lies you’ve woven, and the deeper you go, the harder it will be to come back up.

Elijah’s commanding voice cuts through the heavy air. "Attention, everyone," he calls, the authority in his tone silencing the room instantly. His intervention is a welcome relief, allowing you a moment to steady yourself before Kol can ask more questions, questions you’re desperately trying to avoid.

Kol’s arm remains possessively around your waist, as he guides you toward the grand staircase— a protective gesture that, for all its warmth, feels like a chain locking you to this moment. The familiar sensation of his touch should comfort you, but tonight it only adds to the weight pressing down on your chest.

“Welcome. Thank you for joining us,” Elijah continues, his voice carrying effortlessly across the room. His presence always commands attention, and tonight it is no different. As you stand on the grand staircase with the Mikaelsons, you scan the crowd below, hoping to catch a glimpse of the doppelgänger. If you can speak with her, if you can convince her to leave before Esther has her ear, maybe you can stop this madness. Maybe you can save them.

But deep down, you know it’s futile. Esther’s plan is already set in motion, and there is nothing you can do to stop it.

“You know, whenever my mother brings our family together like this, it's tradition to begin the evening with a dance,” he announces smoothly, with just the right mix of warmth and command. His words stir a strange mix of nostalgia and dread within you.

You knew this night would come— when they would all stand together, united for the first time in a thousand years. And yet, as much as you’d once longed for a reunion like this, now it feels like a cruel joke. The only reason you’ve been brought together is so they can die.

You feel a shiver creep down your spine as Elijah continues. “Tonight’s pick is a centuries-old waltz, so if all of you could please find yourself a partner, join us in the ballroom.”

Kol’s hand tightens gently around your waist, pulling you a little closer. You instinctively lean into him, seeking the comfort of his touch, and for a fleeting moment, it feels like the world could be perfect again. You exchange a look with him, both of you remembering the first time you danced this waltz— back on your wedding day, a lifetime ago. The melody, the rhythm, the elegance— it all floods back to you in a rush.

For a brief moment, the weight of your guilt lifts, and you allow yourself to smile up at him, sharing in the memory of a love that once seemed untouchable. The familiar waltz fills the space, and you can almost pretend, just for a second, that everything is as it should be. 

As the dance continues, your heart grows heavier with every step you take, the crushing weight of your impending betrayal sinking into your bones.

You feel nauseous. The closeness of Kol’s embrace, once a safe haven, now feels like a prison. The tenderness in his touch only serves to amplify the guilt that gnaws at you, relentless and unforgiving. Every step of the waltz feels like a step closer to your destruction.

“Are you alright, darling?” Kol’s voice, soft and concerned, pulls you out of your spiraling thoughts. You blink, meeting his gaze for a split second, but immediately look away. You can’t bear to see the warmth and love in his eyes— eyes that once trusted you without question, eyes that you’re about to break forever.

You nod faintly, too scared to speak, afraid that your voice might betray the turmoil inside you. Kol studies you for a moment, a flicker of worry crossing his features, but he doesn’t push. Instead, he pulls you closer, his hand moving to the small of your back as he leads you through the steps of the waltz with practiced grace.

As the dance progresses, your heart races, each step you take with Kol serving as a cruel reminder of what you stand to lose. The beauty of the moment, the elegance of the ballroom, feels hollow now. Every spin, every glide across the floor, only deepens your sense of isolation, as if the room is closing in around you.

You try to focus on the music, on the rhythm, on the familiar warmth of Kol’s touch, but it’s impossible to ignore the gnawing truth: by the end of the night, you will have sealed their fates. And no amount of dancing, no amount of love, will change that. You need a way out. You need to stop this. But how?

Kol, ever perceptive, senses your unease. His brow furrows in concern, his gaze flickering down to you as he keeps the dance steady. “Y/N,” he whispers softly, his breath warm against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine despite yourself. “You’ve been behaving strangely all day. What’s wrong?”

The sincerity in his voice makes your heart ache. How can you lie to him again? How can you wear this mask when he’s so close, when he’s giving you the same love he always has? You know you’re being unfair to him, to the love he believes is unshakable, but the truth is, it feels impossible to escape the web Esther has woven around you.

You sigh, forcing yourself to meet his gaze, hoping to keep your facade intact. "Nothing," you reply, the word coming out more breathlessly than you intend. You attempt a nervous giggle, a small, hollow sound that you hope will deflect his concerns. "I guess I’m still adjusting. This new world is so different from how it was a thousand years ago."

Kol’s eyes narrow slightly, and though he doesn't speak, you can feel the weight of his scrutiny, his gaze probing deeper than you would like. You’ve never been able to fool him for long. Kol always did have a knack for reading between the lines.

He slows the dance, his hand resting more firmly at the small of your back, pulling you even closer, his body a solid warmth against yours. The intimacy of the gesture should comfort you, but it only heightens the sense of isolation gnawing at your insides. He’s here, so present, so full of affection— and yet you’re already slipping away from him.

For a long moment, you hold his gaze, not daring to look away. You know that breaking eye contact will only give away the truth of your turmoil. His stare softens, but there’s a glimmer of doubt in his eyes that you can’t ignore. Still, after a beat, he seems to let it go, accepting your lie for the moment.

He pulls you closer, his arm circling you tighter, and you feel the gentle pressure of his embrace, as though trying to shield you from the weight of the world. “I’m here, darling. You can tell me what’s bothering you whenever you’re ready,” he murmurs, his voice laced with tenderness, the words offering a strange comfort even as they add to the burden.

You want to tell him, you really do. You want to share your fears, your guilt, your plans to stop Esther— but you can’t. Not yet. So instead, you bury your head against his chest, feeling the familiar steadiness of his heartbeat. The rhythmic sound should be soothing, but tonight it only reminds you of the time slipping away.

The music swells again, and for a moment, you allow yourself to close your eyes, to block out the noise of the world and lose yourself in the movement. The feel of his arms around you, the steady cadence of the waltz, the warmth of his breath—everything about this moment feels like a lifetime ago.

If this is all you have left with him, if your time together truly is limited, then you will savor every second. The guilt of your deception, the knowledge of what’s to come—it presses against you with suffocating force, but you push it down, deep into the pit of your stomach, refusing to let it destroy this last dance, this last moment of peace.

Kol doesn’t know. He doesn't know that the very family he’s protecting will soon turn on him. He doesn’t know that the love you share, so fragile and delicate, is the price for your family’s survival. But for now, you let him hold you. For now, you let yourself be consumed by the beauty of this one final dance.

As you sway in Kol’s arms, his touch steady and reassuring, you let your breath slow, feeling the weight of the world lift just a little. He’s right there with you, strong and unwavering.

His love, so constant and true, is a balm for your frayed nerves. You allow yourself to bask in it, closing your eyes and surrendering to the comfort of his presence.

Kol notices the subtle shift in you. The tension in your shoulders loosens, your movements more fluid as you relax into him. He looks down, his umber eyes scanning your face with a mix of affection and concern. Your serene smile doesn’t escape him, and for a brief moment, the weight on his own chest lightens. Still, the unease in his eyes never quite dissipates. He can’t ignore it—something is wrong, and he knows it.

Gently, Kol presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, the tenderness of it making your heart ache. You open your eyes, meeting his gaze, and you’re once again drawn into the warmth of his soul. His eyes—the deep, endless umber that always felt like home to you—hold a question, unspoken but palpable.

You return his smile, a bittersweet ache in your chest. Here, in his arms, everything feels right. He’s here. He’s with you. And yet, the world outside this moment is crumbling. But for a fleeting second, you let the world blur, wishing this moment could last forever.

With a soft exhale, you tilt your head slightly, closing the distance between you, and press your lips to his in a kiss that’s both tender and desperate. When you pull back, the words slip from your lips, whispered in a voice barely louder than the music around you.

"I love you, Kol. Forever."

His eyes soften, his lips curling into that familiar, affectionate smile— the one that makes your heart ache in ways you don’t want to acknowledge. "Forever," he echoes, his voice thick with emotion, as if he knows, just as you do, that forever feels like a fragile thing when everything around you is crumbling.

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Together - Azul

Summary: This has been sitting and gathering dust in my google docs for so long. I finally decided it was time to pull it out and post it just a couple of days ago though. I wrote and edited this piece while listening to the song "Love Somebody" by Maroon 5. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fluff with angst/ pining/ comfort/ sfw/ romance

Word Count: 1554

I inhaled slowly and deeply, balancing myself and forcing myself to return to the reality of the moment I was in. 

It didn’t matter how much I wanted to return home or how much I wondered what might happen if I couldn’t return home. 

It also didn’t matter how much I simultaneously feared being abandoned by my small group of friends after we finished school or how hollow I felt right now. What mattered was this present moment.

I glanced over at the man next to me, letting myself observe him and his methodical motions as a way to stabilize myself. 

Azul was shuffling, stacking, and scanning through an unholy number of documents. Something to do with being housewarden and running the Mostro Lounge.

I tilted my head as I watched him through my peripheral vision. Both his brow and nose wrinkled slightly as he read something he didn’t like, and I felt myself smile even despite my current mood.

I didn’t know when I’d gotten close to Azul, but… it had happened. And he was my friend now. 

I was fairly certain that it was a fact that had my other friends questioning my sanity. Even Riddle had voiced some concerns about Azul’s nature. Scheming was the word he used, I believed.

I distantly heard Azul clear his throat, and I snapped back to reality in time to see him staring at me awkwardly, “Y/n… You’re staring.”

I jerked, leaning back out of the relaxed position I’d just been in with my chin propped on a supporting hand as I’d watched him, “Sorry! I just zoned out.”

Azul frowned, laying down the sheet of paper he’d been holding as he twisted to better look at me, “And you’ve been doing that all day. Is everything alright?”

I smiled slightly, amused that he seemed so genuinely concerned when I'd just been thinking about my friend's warnings of his duplicitous nature, “I’m fine, just a little tired, I guess.”

He hummed, standing and collecting his coat in one smooth motion as he spoke, “Then perhaps I should walk you home for the evening. Can’t have you wandering around in a daze after all.”

He finished with a slight chuckle, but I reacted faster than my brain could process my motions. My hands clamped down on his arm, stopping his motions and causing him to look at me in startled confusion. 

Confusion that was mirrored in my own thoughts. I hadn’t realized I’d be that desperate to stop him even though I’d already known that I really didn’t want to be alone right this instant. I faltered, though, as I attempted to explain my actions, “I, uh, want to stay for a bit longer.”

His eyebrows rose incredulously, and I faltered even further as he frowned. His hand found mine, gently loosening its grasp on his arm and holding it in his own as he knelt in front of me.

I almost wanted to lean back as he held eye contact with me, concern shining in those eyes that were practically the color of a pale winter sky, “Y/n, what on earth is the matter?”

I pulled my hand out of his, locking both my hands together and laying them in my lap. I attempted a smile, wishing that hollow feeling had just been allowed to fade into oblivion without him noticing. “Nothing, Azul. I’m fine, really, just a little out of it.”

He sighed but didn’t move as he lowered his head slightly, his face now hidden by the brim of his hat, “I’m aware that I am not always the most comforting individual, but you can always talk to me.” He raised his head, looking at me with a unique determination in his eyes that promised he wasn’t giving up and wasn’t just going to let this go easily.

And that was how I knew he wasn’t just ‘scheming’ or ‘duplicitous,’ though those words certainly could be applied to him.

Azul was someone who did indeed love his little plots but would also drop everything to help someone that he cared about when it was necessary. Because outside of Jade, Floyd, and Idia, Azul didn’t seem to have many people that he viewed as friends. Much less those that he would open up to. 

He was even a little bit in denial about his friendship with the twins.

Which was why the fact that I was one of the people he cared about enough to help, and even acknowledged it himself, was beyond touching.

I held his gaze, forcing myself to build confidence and talk to him. I didn’t want to open up about my fears, but… I needed to. Especially if I was worrying those close to me. 

“I was just thinking about the future,” My voice came out soft, but he nodded. His expression carefully controlled as he listened to me. 

I smiled slightly at the position he was in, kneeling in front of me with his hands resting easily on my knees as I continued, “I think I’m just afraid of what will come. The uncertainty of everything.”

He smiled at my confession and nodded, “As am I. I often wonder what will happen to us in the future. Whether you and I will stay in close contact or….”

He trailed off, a bitter frown crossing his face as he looked away, and I felt my smile turn sad, “Or if I’ll return home?”

He jolted at my quiet question, meeting my gaze with wide eyes, and I lifted one shoulder, not surprised by his concerns since I shared them, “So do I.”

I watched him droop slightly at my words, and I frowned, leaning forward to get a better look at him, “Azul?” 

His eyes flicked back up to mine once more, and he looked… ashamed?

“Can I be honest with you?” I blinked in surprise at his restrained tone but nodded. Azul could get emotional sometimes, but he typically didn’t want to talk about what was bothering him. He usually preferred to hide away in his octo-pot, out of sight and safe in the darkness where no one could see him or his emotions.

In fact, it was amusingly hypocritical of him to push me to talk to him.

He inhaled steadily and started, “I don’t entirely know what to do here. I want to comfort you, but…. Well, you’re no fool; I’m sure you know how greedy I can be.”

I felt my eyebrows raise at his words, but I forced myself to stay silent, watching as he started to nervously toy with my fingers.

 “I want you to be happy, even if that means you leaving and returning to wherever it is you come from, but…. But I also want you to stay here…with me.”

I felt myself starting to smile, half-shocked but also incredibly touched by his words as he lifted his head. Meeting my stare with an unsure smile and slightly wet eyes, “I really didn’t think I would get this attached to you, Y/n.” 

I felt my lips part slightly in shock, but he didn’t give me a chance to answer. Instead, he forged ahead. Almost like he was unable or too afraid to stop now, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this out of control. I knew when I let myself fall for you I’d never recover, but I let it happen anyway. And now that I know I could lose you, I don’t know what to do.”

My voice wavered when I started to try and answer him, “Azul-”

He didn’t let me answer, continuing, almost desperately, “I know I’m not the best man, and I’m sure you’ve been told that by numerous people, but… I think I can improve. I’ve already started doing better because of you. Because of what you’ve shown me. I think-”

“Azul, it’s fine,” I cut him off, grasping his hands in mine. He stared at me wide eyed, as I continued, smiling down at him as I spoke and squeezing his hands slightly.

“It’s fine if you’re scared, and don’t you dare start thinking you aren’t worthy of me or my time. I love you, and I am staying with you right here and right now with you, the way you are in this instant. If you want to change, then you can, but don’t ever feel like you have to. Definitely not for me. If you want to change, do it for yourself.”

I rubbed my thumb across his hands, feeling myself relax as I comforted him, “I don’t know what the future will bring, but….” I paused, laughing breathlessly at both myself and him, “ I think we can figure it out. Together.”

A wobbly smile made its way across his face at my words, and he let out a relieved, wheezy laugh, “So you weren’t saying you were going to leave?”

I shook my head, smiling down at the young man in front of me, wondering how I could have felt so alone when he was right here with me, “No.” 

I leaned forward, letting him wrap his arms around me in a tight hug filled with his relief as I hugged him in response.

It was true, though; I didn’t know what the future held, but with him I could figure it out.

[writingsofanomnivore]

Peace- Osamu x reader

warnings; a bit depressive. reader is someone who gets seasonal depression.

As someone who gets sad during a specific time of the year- I could only really think of Osamu comforting me

angst to fluff with comfort. Osamu being the great man he is.

Our coming of age has come and gone.

There’s so much you admire Osamu for—his love for food, his gentle yet firm personality, his maturity, his courage to step down from the volleyball world and create his own world, a world of food and things he loved. Seeing that, some days, you couldn’t help but feel small. To love and be loved by this man felt like an honor, a lucky draw ticket you won.

You wonder if what you do is enough. Becoming a Miya, making his brother your brother. All the endless things he does, with grace and valor—one can’t help but feel jealous. There’s only so much you can do before you crumble down. Only so much you can give before you feel empty, before you have nothing left to give.

You wonder when he will realize this—how pathetic of a partner you are. How he could easily find a good wife who would stay at home for him, take care of his kids, be truly motherly. Not like you, putting your career ahead. Not like you, being a burden on him instead of easing his. Not being there for him when you should.

Is he sick of this already, or is he just unaware?

Before you know it, there are tears streaming down your face. You wish you could stop, but within a minute, a sob escapes you. Quickly turning to his sleeping figure in the morning light, you hurry to the living room. Before you can get up, a hand pulls you down—Osamu, getting up, eyes barely open, blinking the sleep away from his eyes. His dark grey irises stare at you. Without saying a word, he pulls you into him, holding you, embracing you.

There are so many thoughts racing through your head, but not a single word can be formed. He holds you, lets you cry, kissing your forehead and nape every few minutes.

What is happening?

You want to push him away and go.

Where?

You don’t know. You never will. His shining glory is nothing compared to your dull life. All you are is a speck of dust on his shelf. But all you can do is sob.

That is the last thing you remember.

The noon sun shining through your windowsill. Your bed empty. There’s a sound from the kitchen—he is cooking something.

You want to sneak out, go somewhere until your head clears up.

Not getting much time to think, you hear the padding of footsteps. Wiping any residue of sleep from your eyes, trying to look at least a bit presentable, you see him standing at the doorway. An apron on his old shirt, dark brown hair tousled perfectly, his grey eyes filled with warmth and a soft smile on his face.

You don’t expect him to bring up the early morning drama—he’s way better than that. Then again, you are the flawed one.

“Breakfast’s ready. Do ye want to have it here?”

You want to shake your head, do something, but all you can do is hang your head low. His hand cups your face. There’s probably drool on your cheek, your hair is messy, your eyes are sharp with those weird things in them, but the way he looks at you, the way he looks at you makes you feel so loved, so adored. There’s just no word to describe it.

It feels like the same cycle—these months coming with your gloom, and he has to face it again.

Why does he not feel sick of this?

“Do ye want to talk about it, sweetheart? It’s okay, I’m here.”

He pulls you into his chest.

Do you? Do you want to burden him with this again?

It won’t be long before you’re left alone, like you deserve to be.

With this inner turmoil, he sits down, takes your hand.

“Today, I’ve taken a holiday. We will spend the day together, alright? After lunch, we’re going to go to yer favorite park and have that gelato.”

Your eyes are brimming with tears, but all you can do is nod and pull him closer. Because he is the morning sun after your stormy night, and just like after every storm, you see the sun shine—he will always be there, no matter how much you want to push him away.

[my-owl-baby]

Hang Out

Masterlist

Taglist: @not-aya

You clean yourself up that night. The cut wasn't deep, so it would heal in a short amount of time.

Now, today, a new day, you're meeting to catch up with your childhood friend. He wondered if he found out anything, but you doubt it yourself but still worried.

"Shura, tell them to get lost," you whispered, standing near a window and seeing the group of students talking.

"What? Just because you're not ready to say anything doesn't mean to bring me into it. " She sneered at you, and you continued to beg until she gave in.

"Fine, and Rin put your tail away." Rin tried to but couldn't since he was holding the girl.

You sigh thinking about the whole thing with last night, a last minute side mission wasn't something you like to do. You only like to focus on your main goal, which is to find your parents' killer.

'Y/n' You looked down at Kuro, who is pushing his fur against your leg. 'I want some white sake,' he purred. You pick up the demon cat.

"I'll see if I can find anything when I'm out," you patted him. He smiled at you before jumping off your arms to go somewhere else.

Rin and Shura were still asleep, and it was already 6am. You sigh before leaving the house to meet Gojo.

You were mixed with feelings, excited and nervous. You dressed simply not to stand out much but something you like to wear.

"Hey! Come here!" You heard a little girl yelled, you saw her coming your way seeing a small goblin holding her backpack.

You step in front of the goblin way, making it run into your legs. "Hey now, I thought you guys don't bully kids," you said, picking it up.

It tried to get out of your grip, but you wouldn't let it. "Come on, give her bag back," the goblin pouted before sticking its tongue at you.

You were glad no one was up this early to see this. They might have thought you were the bully with mental problems.

"You can see them too?" She young girl asked, her hair brown along with the same color eyes.

"Yea, I'll make sure our friend here apologizes." You smiled at the girl. She looked so amazed by your actions for her. You didn't even know the poor girl.

Once you got the goblin to give her things back and apologize to her, it ran off. "Has those been hurting you or anything else?" You asked the little girl.

She shook her head "they only started doing this a week ago, only grabing my stuff" she said, you sigh in relief that the goblins haven't gone any worse.

"That's good, I'm pretty sure they'll stop, here take this." You took out a cross necklace handing it over to her.

"It will keep you safe." You smiled at her, she looked down at the necklace then at you, she wonder if it was her lucky day.

"Thank you, ma'am!" The little girl said outloud, giving you a small bow.

You blush from her complement "it's nothing. You shouldn't be bullied by them either way," you chuckled.

You were her new admirer. "My name is Tsumiki Fushiguro." she smiled at you.

"I'm Y/n L/n, it's nice meeting you," you could tell she was 6 or 7 years old. Especially by the height she is.

You bid your goodbye to the little girl, leaving her wondering how you could see them, but she was glad she wasn't alone in seeing them.

"Poor thing must been attacked by one of them" you sigh, knowing there might be other kids out there like her.

You and Satoru were going to meet up a old Cafe, you both use to go to when you were both young.

The walk there was long, which is why you woke up early to get there in time.

Looking around, seeing the sun come up. You were still tired from last night, staying up at 2am wasn't something you were use to.

You couldn't sleep from the pain as well, and now awake at 7am meeting your childhood friend from 8 years ago now.

You wonder if Satoru had wonder how your parents got killed, maybe he didn't too busy exercising cruse spirits.

Not knowing if today you should tell Satoru about being an exorcists. He'll understand right? Many questions and scenarios wonder in your head back and forth.

You couldn't change the past when you left Japan without telling Satoru the truth.

※。.:*:・'°☆

"What was that last night?" Shoko asked, they all wanted answers. Yaga stayed silent trying to figure out what to say.

"And who was that lady?"

"Yea, why was she there, we didn't even scent her presence" Geto said, they all piled questions one after another.

Yaga sigh, pushing his glasses up "Listen up-" he got interrupted by Gojo.

"I have to go." Satoru stood up, walking up to the door and leaving the rest behind.

"What? Satoru come back!" Suguru said, he followed behind his best friend. "We have to figure this out, we never seen nothing like this before" Geto continued to follow Gojo out of the school.

"I need somewhere to be, I'm meeting Y/n, and I'm late," he stated, not stopping his tracks.

Geto pause before he spoke up again, "Can I come along?" He asked, Satoru nodded with a smirk on his face.

They were going to be late for that meet up.

Satoru is of course concerned about the whole thing that happened last night. Of course it will cause a big commotion with the higher-ups once they hear about this.

"Suguru" Gojo suddenly said to get his best friend attention.

Geto looked at him confused with the sudden call out "my infinity almost didn't work" he mentioned, surprised by his best friend confession.

"What? But you held it back with no problem" Suguru laughed nervously, not knowing if it was a joke or serious.

Once he saw Satoru face it confirmed how what he was saying us true. "I don't know what kind of thing it is but it almost got close to me....luckily you were there to push it back" he sigh.

Suguru didn't know what to say, of course Gojo is cocky time to time knowing he can exercise any cruse energy in their way.

"We'll figure it out later, right now we need to meet up with Y/n right?" He said, Satoru nodded trying to pull his best smile he could at the moment.

You waited almost half an hour now, you got bored leaving the Cafe to head home 'he probably forgot' you groan rubbing you wrist feeling pain near your palm.

"Y/N!!" You turned seeing Satoru running towards you.

"Sorry, we were held back from Yaga" he panted looking up at you while he catched his breath. You only chuckled, you didn't see Gojo as the late kind of guy.

"Your late" you said, bring your small bag infront of you. Smiling at him softly "and who's we?" You looked around seeing if he brought anyone with him.

"I brought Suguru along is that okay?" He smiled, you didn't mind it but you weren't going to tell another jujitsu students about exorcists.

You soon saw Geto jogging his way to the both of you, "I need a drink" Satoru mumble, you turn your attention back to the Cafe.

"Come on, they won't close in another 3 hours" you said, opening the door for the two guys.

The three of you sat down getting smoothie, or coffee to your liking. "So how has 8 years been without me?" Satoru asked, he eyed you for a bit. You didn't place your bandaged hand there to not cause any commotion.

"It's been good, I made a good amount my friends in True Cross" you lied, back in Korea the last 6 years have been hectic for you, the world almost got taken over by Gehenna.

"I'm glad, it's really been crazy here" he sigh, sipping his smoothie he got.

"Really, I'm all ears" you smiled at your friend. Suguru stayed quiet watching the both of you chat out.

He notice the same energy of that Ghoul coming from you, but he didn't speak up about it.

He wonder why Satoru wasn't questioning it or focus on it. "So, like I'm just saying maybe we should karaoke later" you said with a smile.

"Great Idea Y/n" Satoru said, with his cheerful smile."you wanna still come along Suguru?" He asked his best friend.

Suguru sigh, knowing Gojo would probably force him to sing. "Fine" he only agree to talk to you privately about your energy.

Satoru notice your hand "are you okay? What happened?" He asked grabing your hand gently. He examined your plam seeing the bandage warped around.

"I'm fine, I just not the best with knife cooking is the least things in my talent" you chuckled, that was a whole lie. Did he see through it no but Geto did.

"Oh, hehe be more careful next time if you need anything with knife related I can help" he gave you a soft smile, it made you feel bad for lying to him.

You all made your way out of the Cafe heading to a Karaoke place Satoru wanted to go to.

"I'm going to go get us set up!" Satoru said walking up to the front desk to get yall a room.

You and Suguru stand there waiting for Satoru to finish up "so uh...how long have you knew Satoru?" You caught his attention.

He looked at you for a moment before he responded "since at the age of 15 so three years now" he faked a smile.

You notice it, but decided not to say anything about it. "Guys! Come one we have room 99!" Satoru yelled, you both made your way to the room following Satoru behinded.

※。.:*:・'°☆

"I want you all alone in my mind" Saturo sang horrible, you laughed your ass off at the temp he made at singing.

Geto covered his ears, knowing they might bleed at any moment if he let go.

Once Satoru was done, you clapped your hands praising him for his horrible singing.

"Amazing!" You smiled with a few tears falling down from all the laughter.

"Thank you, what did you think Suguru?" He bowed, he looked pround of himself with his singing.

"Ugly" was only what Geto said. You held your laughter back. It was horrible. You couldn't lie to yourself.

"Suguru! How rude" he rolled his eyes at his best friend.

You smiled at how they bicker back at each other. It reminded of you and Satoru back when yall were both kids.

"Shut it, at least I don't break other people's ears" Geto said back, rolling his eyes.

You chuckled, your joyful feeling soon went away when you notice a certain energy pass by your room.

You looked at the door, see a dark figure pass by. 'Was that...no?' You thought, was it a good idea to check it out, no but you had too.

"I have to use the ladies" you smiled, making your way to the door. Suguru notice the energy too he wonder if you notice as well.

While Gojo shrugged it off and went back to the table to put on another song. "I'm going to get more refills" Suguru stood up, grabing both his and Gojos cup.

"Ohhh! Okay I want more sugar on mines" he hummed cheerfully. Geto nodded leaving the room too follow you.

You follow where energy might be. Maybe it was just your head playing tricks on you. "L/n?" You jump turning to see Geto holding two cups looking at you.

"The ladies restroom is over there?" He smiled, you did knew that but needed an excuse for your sense of direction.

"Oh...I had no clue since I saw restroom over here as welll" you smiled, feeling the energy leaving. "I have to go use it bye" you suddenly said running off.

Geto didn't left you alone and chased after you. 'Really?' You looked back seeing him behind you.

Stopping at the corner before turning left, you felt the energy higher here. Geto held on your shoulders, making you remember he was behind you.

"What are you doing?? We past the restroom?" He said smiling calmly at you. You didn't bother to listen what he had to say.

"Shut it" you moved his hands away from your shoulders, you peak your head looking to see a women there smiling at someone.

"Who is that?" He whisper, you glance at him and back at the women.

"I...um" he waited for answer but spoke up before you could say anything.

"Your energy is the same from last night, mind explaining that first?" He said, he sounded serious.

You were surprised he notice it, knowing he's a jujitsu Kaisen. You sigh pulling away into a room where the demon wouldn't notice the both of you conversation.

"Um well....what you were guys trying to find was a demon, who possessed a little girl" you started, you sat down looking at the ground.

"You guys wouldn't handle it" you looked at your plam "so I summon a ghoul to get yall out of the area if anything bad was going to happen" you finished.

He seem surprised, by the way you explain everything so simple "you used your blood?" He asked, you nodded with a small smile.

"Being a tamer has its cons and pros," you got up, stretching, "but I need to handle this," you said. He blocked your way to the door.

"I need more answers, L/n," he mumble, he looked at you seriously. You didn't know what to do but look at him.

You finally gave in "fine" sitting down, patting a spot next to you. "Ask me all you want to know." Geto sat next to you.

"Dose Satoru know about this?" He wonder that the most, he did knew the right answer but wanted to hear it from you first.

"No...I was going to tell him but things gotten mix up" you began "I wasn't able to tell him since my parents wanted to keep that part a secret" looking at him while you spoke those words, making sure that he knew you were telling the truth.

Geto nodded "how come Satoru can't see what I'm seeing or you?" That was a good question, you wonder why Geto could see the demonic souls.

"I've been attacked by one when I was a child, that's how people could see them" you said, looked at him waiting for him to answer.

"I haven't recalled being attacked by one, only been seeing cruse energy" he said, you nodded it might have happened when he too little to remember.

You looked at the ground "anything else?" You mumble, before he could continue a knock on the door started.

You saw Geto making his way to open it but you stopped before he did. "Don't move" you whispered, pushing him to a near wall where the demonic soul couldn't see the both of you.

She knocked a few times before taking her leave, the both of you. Your bodies touch, Geto notice while you were to busy making sure she was gone.

"I don't sense the dark energy anymore," you mumble, Geto clear his throat. You looked at him and noticed your bodies touching.

"Oh...sorry" you step back, it got awkward right after that. Silence passed for a few moments before Geto broke it up.

"Um, we should head back" he said, you agreed heading back where Satoru was.

"What took you guys so long?" He rolled his eyes, look at the both of your as he laid down on the couch.

"Sorry, the restroom were locked and I had asked Geto to watch over me while I use the men's instead" you made up a lie, hopping that Geto would go along with it.

"Yea, the ladies were closed" He sigh, you were relief that he agreed to your lie.

"Ohh, you could've texted me" Satoru said sitting in the between the both of you.

"I should've, next time if something like that happens I'll text you" you smiled.

Part of Geto wanted to know more, but his other side of the brain still remind in that moment.

He noticed how good you smelled, your eyes, and your soft touch. He glanced at you here and there but didn't say anything more after that.

[fkinkindagauche]

A Helping Hand

We are back with the deranged Harringrove Merfolk of Lake Michigan AU. This one is a fill for @harringrovewinterbingo, square B1 - "coffee shop".

Rating: Explicit | WC: 2,537 | Tags: AU - No Upside Down, AU - Merpeople, Enemies to lovers who are still enemies, hand jobs, mutual masturbation | CW: None for this one.

The fic can also be read on AO3. The first two installments in this AU are The First Taste and Not a Fish, Out of Water. While this can be read without going through those, reading those will enhance your experience!

Many, many thanks to @dame-zoom-a-lot for continuing to beta this series! Please check out their awesome Tumblr posts of Murray's field notes, set in this AU: Day 0 Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4

"What the fuck is that?" Billy asked, pointing at the steaming cardboard cup held tightly between Steve's hands.

"It's coffee," Steve replied, like that told Billy fucking anything. Harrington could be so goddamn snotty. "I got it from that little shop." He pointed behind him at one of the storefronts lining the dinky little main street. Steve sat down next to Billy on the bench, looking at the deserted, snow-covered park in front of them.

They'd spent the day canvasing this stupid town looking for El, coming up with nothing, as usual. They'd been here for a week, and hadn't gotten a single lead. Made Billy wonder if Max had been wrong about El's stupid little boyfriend living in Hawkins. El was a merperson, too. She should have been as clueless as Steve and Billy had been upon first coming out of the lake and entering the human world. How was she managing to hide so well?

A weird scent wafted from Steve's cup, like nothing Billy had ever smelled before. He wrinkled his nose. "What is that?"

"I told you. It's coffee," Steve repeated with a little smirk, taking a sip. He was bouncing his legs a mile a minute, the motion in his peripheral vision was driving Billy nuts.

"What. The fuck. Is coffee?" Billy grumbled through clenched teeth.

Steve stopped bouncing his legs for a second and looked at Billy. "It's a drink adult humans seem to like," he said, speaking much faster than usual." He didn't wait for Billy to reply before continuing. "Apparently it's some sort of stimulant, but you can mix it with all sorts of sugary things. It's like a hot dessert that gives you lots of energy. You wanna try it?"

Steve stuck the hot cup out jerkily, nearly splashing Billy in the face.

Billy sent him a suspicious glare. "You tryin' to poison me again?" Steve had, in fact, poisoned Billy once when they were fifteen after Billy's team absolutely obliterated Steve's in obelisks.

Steve rolled his eyes. "That was only a little poison, definitely not enough to kill you. Just give you a little tummy ache."

"A little tummy ache?" Billy spluttered. "I was sick for days!"

"Well you should've thought about that before you broke my arm," Steve insisted.

Billy crossed his arms over his stomach and harrumphed.

Steve pointedly took a sip of the coffee then held it out to Billy. "See? No poison."

Billy grabbed the cup. He took a big gulp, just to be sure Harrington couldn't accuse him of being a pussy. Then he instantly spat it out all over the snow in front of him.

"That's disgusting!" he yelped. "It's, like, trying to be sweet and failing."

Steve let out a full-throated laugh, his head falling back. Billy stared at the line of his throat. He could kiss it. Fuck no.

Billy shoved the cup back into Steve's hand. "Enough dicking around," he said, voice gruff. "Let's go walk around the high school again."

They took off in the direction of the school, walking down mostly deserted streets. Billy thought he'd get to see actual cities, filled with all sorts of people. Instead, he was stuck in this backwater. It figured that his first trip above water was turning out to be a total drag.

Steve stopped twice more for coffee as they walked around that day. He would not shut up, talking a mile a minute, fueled by the coffee. Billy was ready to murder Steve by the time they got back to the motel where Murray had set them up before he'd fucked back off to his own town.

He took a long shower, to give himself time away from Steve's non-stop yapping. It also gave him time to further explore the discovery he'd made a few days ago. As the warm water loosened up his back, he looked down at his dick.

They'd been prepped on human anatomy during a course in school in case any of them ended up getting sent on a mission up top. So he knew that in addition to its excretory functions, his dick was also an external reproductive organ. But he hadn't known that touching it would feel so good. If he went at it long enough, he could get to a sensation almost like when he came from having his stalks or core stimulated in his mer body. It was kinda messy, but worth it. Especially if he did it in the shower, where the mess would just go down the drain.

He squirted some soap into his hand and grabbed his cock. It had already started to harden, just from him thinking about doing this. It only took a few pumps of his fist and then it was fully hard.

He kept stroking, twisting a bit every few strokes at the top. He tried very hard to keep his mind carefully blank, to just focus on the feeling of pleasure building in his lower abdomen. But he kept seeing little flashes of Harrington, like he did every fucking time he tried this.

It started with thinking about Steve's neck when he'd thrown back his head and laughed that morning, about how the two moles on his throat shifted. He thought about the laugh itself, the tone of it, so free and easy. He thought about Steve's lips, open enough to show his bright white teeth. Thoughts of Steve's lips made Billy's mind drift to the night of the midwinter party, before they'd come up onto land.

Billy gave up trying to avoid the thoughts and sank into the memory, pumping his hand over his cock furiously. He remembered the way Steve's lips had felt against his, so plush and soft despite the cut that Billy had elbowed into them earlier that night. Remembered the way Steve's stalks had felt against his core. He kept going, stroking his cock until his whole body clenched up with pleasure and the weird white liquid was shooting out of it.

He came down slowly, pulling in deep breaths. He made sure the stuff was all washed down the drain, wondering what the hell was in it. Eggs? Spores? Their class hadn't covered how reproduction worked for humans. They had only even talked about dicks so they'd know how to piss, and the reproductive aspect was just briefly mentioned.

Steve was practically vibrating when Billy came out of the bathroom. He had another fucking coffee in his hand.

"Are you sure that's a good idea before sleeping?" Billy asked, nodding to the cup as he toweled off his hair. Steve's eyes skittered over Billy's body as one of his legs bounced.

"Why wouldn't it be?" Steve asked.

Billy laughed. "Steve. It's a stimulant. Meant to keep you awake."

Steve frowned, like he hadn't thought of that before.

"Sometimes I wonder if there's anything going on in there," Billy said, flicking Steve's forehead.

Steve batted away Billy's hand, slamming his coffee down on the bedside table. "Fuck off, Billy."

Billy shrugged, sliding into his bed and turning on the TV. At least there were two beds at the motel. And a TV.

He loved watching the TV. It showed him the types of experiences he'd thought he would be getting coming up here - cities with huge buildings, beautiful humans, gun fights, car chases. Why was none of that happening in Hawkins?

Steve got up to dump his final coffee down the drain in the bathroom. He settled back in the bed, but got back up just minutes later to pace again. Then he went back to the bed. Then he got up again. Billy lost count of the times Steve tossed and turned in the bed only to get up again and pace.

"My chest feels funny," Steve complained while Billy was trying to watch a large bald man drive a car between two skyscrapers in a desert. "Like my heart's beating really fast."

"Do I look like I care?" Billy asked, looking over at him with what he hoped was an annoyed expression.

Steve let out an exaggerated sigh and flopped back down onto his bed. "Do you think I could die of coffee poisoning?"

"One can only hope," Billy muttered, jacking up the volume on the TV. Billy turned off the TV once the movie was over, settling into his bed to sleep.

"My stomach hurts," Steve whispered into the darkness. Billy threw a pillow at him.

Billy was just drifting off to sleep when Steve sighed loudly and flopped around in his bed.

"Harrington," Billy grumbled. "Calm the fuck down and go to sleep."

"I don't think I can," Steve whispered. "I think I'm gonna be awake forever."

Billy rolled his eyes at the melodrama. "Just fuckin' try, okay? Or at least be quiet about being awake."

Billy fell asleep pretty soon after that, but was woken up some time later by a loud crash and a muttered, "oops" from Harrington.

He sat up, turning on the lamp on the bedside table. Steve was standing by the window. A large book was on the floor beside him.

"What are you doing?" Billy snarled.

"Reading! To try to go to sleep," Steve explained. "It's a book by someone named Gideon, I found it in the bedside table. Not sure what a Bible is. But it's got some pretty brutal stuff going on."

Billy knew he was going to need to resort to drastic measures if he was going to get any sleep tonight. He could knock Steve out with that fat book he'd dropped on the floor. But if he didn't knock him out with the first hit, they'd end up beating the shit out of each other and that would get messy, and probably just rile Steve up even more. He did know one thing that was messy but much more calming. "Look, have you tried pulling on your dick?"

Steve gave him a very apprehensive look. "Have I tried what?"

"Your dick," Billy repeated, pulling the covers down and motioning to his. Steve looked down at his own dick. Neither of them wore clothes when they were in the motel room. They both still hated clothes.

"Why would I pull on it?" Steve asked. "Are you fucking with me?"

Billy sighed. "No, I'm not fucking with you. I figured it out the other day. Has it ever been, like, hard when you've woken up?" Steve nodded. "Well, if you pull on it a bunch, it gets hard like that, and if you keep going, it will get to the point where it feels like an orgasm."

Steve frowned. "Seriously?" He didn't look convinced. He probably thought this was some prank Billy was pulling.

Billy took his own cock in hand and started to stroke.

"Wh- what are you doing?" Steve asked, moving back to his bed and sitting on the edge.

"Showing you. Since you won't believe me." It had been long enough since his shower that he was able to get hard again. He let go for a moment to squirt a little lotion on his hand from a bottle on his bedside table. He threw it at Steve, who caught it on instinct.

"It feels better with something to smooth the glide," Billy explained. He took himself back in hand, moving his palm up and down the length.

Steve still looked incredibly suspicious, but intrigued. He put some lotion on his hand, then reached for his own cock. Billy watched as he stroked it a few times, trying to mimic Billy but not quite managing. His eyes kept darting back and forth between Billy's hand and his own, like he was trying to get it exactly right. The dumbass was thinking way too much, he hadn't even gotten hard yet.

"You're really bad at this, Harrington," Billy said with a huff. He walked over to Steve's bed and sat down beside him. "Watch from this angle." Billy resumed his stroking. His shoulder brushed against Steve's with each stroke. He could smell the soap Steve used (he'd insisted on buying a fancy brand that Billy refused to use), could feel the warmth coming off of Steve's skin.

Billy's cock was plenty hard now, but Steve's was still flagging. His hand movements were jerky, and his fist was too loose.

"May I?" Billy asked, motioning down to Steve's flaccid cock with his hand.

Steve shrugged. "Fine. But I don't think it works. I probably got a defective one."

Billy rolled his eyes. "No, you're just bad at it." He put one of his hands over Steve's, guiding the other man's hand in a few gentle strokes. "Squeeze a little harder, like this," Billy said, squeezing on Steve's hand. "Then sort of… twist it every once in a while."

He felt Steve's cock getting hard beneath their hands. "Oh," Steve muttered, surprised. "Okay." Billy let go since Steve seemed to get the hang of it. He stayed sitting next to Steve, reaching his hand back to his own cock.

He looked up briefly and froze. There was a blush spreading across Steve's chest, up his neck and onto his cheeks. Billy wanted to kiss that flushed skin, lick up the little beads of sweat building at Steve's collarbone. Fuck. Why did his brain have to keep doing this to him? Steve was not attractive. He was an insufferable privileged rich kid with too many moles. (Cute moles.)

Steve was panting now, the sound filling the small room. "Shit. This feels good," Steve mumbled. Billy watched the muscles of Steve's belly work as he thrust his hips up into his fist. He wanted to bite them.

"That's it," Billy encouraged, feeling pleasure build in his own body as he watched Steve. "Keep going." A bead of sweat started to drip down one of Steve's pecs and Billy couldn't fucking help himself. He bent his head forward and licked.

Steve yelped and shuddered as the white liquid shot out of his cock. Most of the mess stayed on his stomach but a few drops reached his face. "What the fuck?" Steve screamed, looking down at his dick in shock. "What the hell was that?"

Billy laughed, coming back to himself. Hopefully Steve would just forget that lick had ever happened in his shock. "Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that part."

Steve shoved Billy's shoulder with his free hand. "You forgot to mention that weird stuff would squirt out of my dick when I came?"

Billy shrugged. "Slipped my mind."

Steve wiped the liquid off his face. "It's sticky," he said in disgust. "What is it?"

"I don't know," Billy admitted. "Try to go to sleep now, princess."

Billy got up and slid back into his own bed as Steve went to the bathroom to wash himself off. Steve's breathing evened out quickly once he got back into his bed, so at least Billy would be able to get some sleep tonight.

He reached beneath his covers, taking his cock in hand again. If he thought of the way Steve's skin had tasted while he was touching himself, and the noises Steve had made when he'd come, that was fine. No one needed to know.

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[satureja13]

After reading the first of the Books, Vlad and Ji Ho called over the others to the bridge and wer just about to tell them how they felt about it... ... when they got a message and some tasks from time traveler Emit Relevart. There seem to be some uproars about vanished objects (I wonder if this has sth to do with the clutter objects that have been untraceable ^^') The Boys felt obliged to help, that book isn't going to run away and Vlad is quite happy about the delay, he's worried how Jack will feel about seeing Kiyoshi and Jeb Conny and Jett making out...

Sai did some research and they were able to solve the first tasks! (Editor's Notes: Without logging to a new save! Can you imagine? Knocking on wood it stays like that ö.ö)

Next task was to dig out a time capsule out of a pile of rocks. Here, in the middle of nowhere... Luckily they found an asteroid fild along their way and stopped the engines. Jack and Vlad volunteered to jump in their space suits and pay that asteroid a visit ö.Ö'

Ji Ho: "Please be careful." Jack: "Promised. I'll bring him back in one piece." Kiyoshi doesn't look happy about this adverture either...

Jack took some cool selfies and Vlad showed Ji Ho how they'd stay in contact over an app.

Vlad and Jack stepped into the airlock and made their way over to the asteroid.

Right into the little cave inside.

Ji Ho was stunned: "They are so cool." Sai, Jeb and Kiyoshi are more on the worried side, but they agreed.

(Editor's note: This really was cool! These screenshots are not edited. There is this endless black vastness around, the ship and the asteroid field, so awesome. I've built this so many years ago (2019!) and it's still so cool.)

They made it back with the time capsule and a few samples for Jeb. It went a bit wild though, when they accused each other of being a time traveler (or Dina Caliente? It is even possible that they are time travelers, according to their history, they appeared on the eve Bella Goth vanished? And they even have aliens in their bloodline! Huh ö.ö')

The next task was to mull this all over in the tub/shower. Jack got distracted as always...

And Vlad was occupied with thoughts about Ji Ho. And that he liked the book about Conny and Jett so much... But still, he wanted him. Later. To try out things they'd seen in the book?

When everything was set with the time travel tasks, they met again at the bridge. Vlad tried to talk some sense into Jack, but he was determined to read the book. But Vlad insisted they should all read it here - together. So if there were any insecurities, they could talk it out.

Jeb and Jack set up a little corner where they could sit and read together, but Jack decided to sit next to Ji Ho. Seems the others would read the book later... Jack was stunned how alike Jeb and Kiyoshi and Jett and Conny looked: "Wow - Jett has a beast down in his pants, just like you, Jeb!" Saiwa: "Omg, Jack!" Jack: "But Jett didn't hurt Conny! That's good news, right?" Saiwa: "Do not spoil!" Jack: "Sorry! It's just so weird seeing this. I mean, it's very clear they are not Kiyoshi and Jeb. That's a relief. Don't worry about me. Ah, I can't wait to read the other books! We should look out for them on our next stop. I wonder with whom Jet ends up. Hondo mentioned books about Jino and Master Ren and Conny and Val. Everything is possible! Imagine Jet and the Night Shadow! Hahaha" (Jet=Jack's look-alike and the Night Shadow is Sai's ^^') Saiwa: "Omg! Please don't let this come true!"

After Jeb, Sai, Jack and Kiyoshi read the book, they went back to their quarters and Ji Ho and Vlad stayed at the bridge and hoped they would take it well. No need to worry though.

Kiyoshi. "You sure you're fine with this?" Jack: "I am. I'm going to be honest, it stabbed in some of the old wounds. But that was the pre version of me. You know how much we've changed. And our relationship, hm? I can fully accept our fated mates thing. I feel totally safe with you, mate." Kiyoshi: "And I still wish you wouldn't call it like this ^^' " Jack: "'Fated mates thing'? But we are fated mates, and we are doing things!"

Jack: "You are going to do things to me, right?" Kiyoshi: "I so will." ... Jack: "So, Jett was the top, did you notice?" Kiyoshi: "Uhm, yes?" Jack: "We - never talked about this. Is this maybe something you want too? Because... I don't know if I could top you. I like you being my Alpha." Kiyoshi: "I like it too, don't worry, hm? I wouldn't want it any other way." Jack: "Make me yours, then?" Kiyoshi kissed him hungrily. That was all the answer Jack needed. (More about who tops whom and why -> here (below the cut))

Jack: "I love you." Kiyoshi: "I know." Skully: "Close that door!"

When Sai came out of the bath, he noticed the box with Kiyoshi's present on the nightstand. Sai: "Where does this come from now? Did... did you put it there?" Jeb: "No. What is it?" Sai decided it was time for the truth: "Kiyoshi gave it to me before we left Chestnut Ridge. It's - uhm... a wand and polish..." Jeb: "Why would he give you a wand? You can't use wands. You're not a spellcaster." Sai: "Oh, I can pretty use this wand. It's... eh - used to prepare me. For your wand, you know?" Jeb: "My wand? What... ohhhh ö.ö' "

Sai: "I already played with the toys from the monthly boxes from Ye Olde Magick Shoppe. It didn't hurt. We could play together? Jett is built like you and he didn't hurt Conny. Let's try at least. Please?" Jeb: "So that was what you were doing in the tub?" Sai blushed: "Yes. I'm sorry." Jeb: "Don't. Don't be sorry. I should be - for not being able to give you what you need..." Sai: "Let's not go down that road again and figuring who is not worth to be with the other. We've gone past that, hm? Come, let's play. We are going to use lots of polish and go slow. And if it hurts, we stop." Sai kissed Jeb's neck, licked and sucked a bit. Jeb hissed: "Vanië..." And then they played with the wand - and it didn't hurt.

'Imagine there's no heaven It's easy if you try No hell below us Above us, only sky

Imagine all the people Livin' for today Ah

You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope someday you'll join us And the world will live as one'

John Lennon - Imagine

TMI: This song is 7 months younger than me :3

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[itspileofgoodthings]

hi miss— super random I just wanted to say your teaching posts always make me so happy. both my parents are educators and i vowed from a young age i would never be an educator because i thought people my age were terrible and i couldn't fathom why someone would want to work with us. but as i've gotten older i've seen things that make me reconsider, and your posts are quite a few of them fjsdlfkjsdlkf. anyways sorry for rambling, it just brings me so much joy.

😆🌺💕💕📚🤝👩‍🏫

I’m so glad it’s fun to read about!! <3

It’s such a hard job—even when you’re good at it tbh—but it’s also so fun and rewarding and never boring!

[blujayonthewing]

I wish I had any way of knowing whether people have gotten Weirder™ about my name in recent years or if this has been happening behind the scenes the entire time

I've been going by Jay since I was 11. At the time nobody objected to or questioned this, at least not to me; I found out many years later that Jay is supposedly a "boy's name," but nobody ever said 'you can't use that as a nickname, it's a boy's name' and it went completely uncontested by anyone when I switched. Lots of kids announced some manner of name change at the start of a new school year in middle school; it was all normal and fine. My mom and, you know, grandmas and other relatives kept calling me Jessica, which was also fine! I didn't make a big family announcement or correct any relatives on this, I just wanted to differentiate myself from the half dozen other Jessicas in school.

For twenty years!! This has gone on being perfectly normal! My Real Name™ is an increasingly obscure bit of trivia I get to spring on friends who didn't realize I had one, which is always funny (my brother in law didn't believe me and demanded to see my driver's license). My mom and grandmas have largely still called me Jess, and that's also fine! It's nice, even! There's a particular intimacy there of having a name only my mother uses-- but, crucially, I have never asked her not to, or said that I don't like it. And as FAR AS I KNOW, this has all been true and fine for TWENTY YEARS.

My own feelings about it have never changed, and feel, to me, very straightforward: if I tell you that my name is Jay, and you decide that no it isn't, that is a problem. That's the rule. That's literally it. I had a high school teacher who asked on the syllabus for us to write down if we went by something other than our full name, who was nonetheless UNIQUE among all of my teachers from 6th grade onward in always and only ever calling me Jess, even though I signed all my work Jay, all the other teachers called me Jay, he literally asked whether anyone wanted to be called something else and I answered Jay, and I had him for two semesters. I met a work friend of Justin's once who asked upon introduction whether Jay was short for something, and when I told him it was short for Jessica he took it upon himself to call me Jess instead. This isn't me having a problem with any particular iteration of my name, this is just asshole behavior! I told you what my name was and you said 'no it isn't'. The problem here does not seem complex to me?

But within the last [hand wiggle] handful of years I feel like it keeps getting weirder? Apparently my dad and grandma argued about it at my wedding rehearsal-- she, dramatically, insisting 'I don't care, her name is Jessica, I'm going to call her that ;n;' and my dad angrily defensive that no it isn't, I go by Jay, that should be respected. And I'm sitting here listening to my dad relay this in utter bewilderment like. Well dad I love the energy but I have never been bothered at all if grandma calls me Jessica. I have never even once asked her not to or complained to anyone that she does. But also this is the grandma who HAS called me Jay more often than not?? My mom's mom never picked it up, but I was astonished to hear my dad's mom was acting like this was some New Dramatic Change that she Hated and not a thing she's literally already been doing for, again, twenty entire years. Why are you suddenly making it weird! Last weekend Justin's stepmom mentioned seeing my mom at the hospital where mom works, and how she said something like 'yes I'm Jessica's mom-- wait, no, Jay, she hates it when I do that' and I just?? I literally don't, the only problem now is that people who know me won't know who the fuck you're talking about

all of this and I'm just. I am literally just sitting here. why are we inventing problems out of this two decades later. what is going on

[genxnarumi]

talks to so many people and still lonely; is it that no one cares nor includes me….or am i just that good at keeping them at a safe distance away?

[themyscirah]

Ok game time which 3 series would you just DIE to get a run on ? I'm talking full creative control, can be as a writer or an artist + plotter if that suits your vibe best

My 3 are

Suicide Squad

Wonder Woman

Green Lantern Corps/Green Lanterns

(in that order)