#okay so.! thanks for the ask!!! i'm seriously going to stop now bye

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Thank you TK for the ask!!!! Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut - author's pick!

So author's pick is a cruel cruel joke bc as soon as you sent that my head emptied of like. everything ever that i wanted to talk about 😂 and i could talk about a lot of things.

So! i'm going about this bit from Take the Photographs (and then like. The Bleeding Effect as a whole):

"[The animus] doesn't work like that," Desmond disagrees, shaking his head. "To pick up the skills you have to synchronise, and to synchronise is to invite them into your head to Bleed. Can't have one without the other."

So! Okay!! My kinda headcanon kinda How It Works in BTMTMIM for the Bleeding Effect, and the reason Desmond's all kinda fucked up about it.

There are 2 ways that the animus could work:

you watch your ancestors memories as like. a movie. 3rd party observer style

you experience the memories as though they're your own.

Rebecca is trying to move the animus towards the first way, to reduce the Bleeding Effect. But. okay. how much do you learn if you just watch someone else do a thing? i could watch martial arts videos all day and at the end i'd still be just as incapable as i was when i started. SO. Realistically the first way would achieve nothing to help train Desmond into a better assassin, which was the whole point.

Therefore, the second way, where you experience the memories as though they're your own, would be the way to gain the abilities of your ancestor. you'd build muscle memory off of their actions bc you're remembering them as your own actions. so it'd be functionally the same as practicing for the amount of memory-time that pasts. Kinda.

Which is where i come in with the sync thing. So obviously there's sync rates - higher is better, lower is worse. So the way i'm thinking of it is like. the more you can immerse yourself in the memory, the higher the sync and the more effective it is for learning shit, bc you move away from the 3rd party observer thing. but like. a memory is not only actions. it's thoughts and feelings. so the more Desmond sync's the more he feels like you is his ancestor, bc he's remembering the events as Altair or Ezio or Connor would remember them, and he remembers being Altair or Ezio or Connor. He remmebers being them. In that memory he stops being Desmond and becomes his ancestor.

And that? that lingers. right. so sure there's 25? years of memories rattling around in his skull in which he's Desmond Miles. But there's also like. a decade worth of being Altair, and fucking. 4 decades of Ezio and another 2? or Connor. and there's a part of him that is convinced that he was that ancestor for that time. they're his memories.

(Which is what fucked up Clay so bad. He could remember too many people and couldn't figure out who was who was when.)

Anyway. So. Desmond achieved high sync which meant lots of memories of not being Desmond. and so the Bleeding Effect is just. when his memories of Alltair or Ezio or Connor are more who he is than Desmond. for that brief instant. So now he's desperately trying to organise the memories into some kinda way? and hoping that if he can box it all up right, acknowledge each memory as whose it is as Desmond and make it Desmond's memory, rather than his ancestors, he'll manage to curtail the Bleeding Effect personality shifts he's dealing with.

And then there was this bit from You'll Find a Man:

"It's good to meet you," Booker says perhaps halfway down. He's moving better now, easier, the drugs having worn off a bit. "And no offense, Jack, but I'm glad to be out of your head." "You as well, fratello mio," Jack says, crooking a smile at the pale blue-gold figure. It's as good a name as any of his others.

which long story short, and was not have been 100% clear in the story, but Des got a new personality wholesale bc like. He's wildly fucked up and Desmond couldn't deal with being in That Room in Abstergo. Self preservation kicked in and he ended up just. remembering everything from everyone, (where usually the Altair/Ezio/Connor shift's only remember themselves) and accepted the new name bc he wasn't really any one of them, but all 4. bc all memories.

and That. spoilers. is going to eventually lead into my Fix for Desmond's fucked up brain problems, where he does get a handle on the Bleeding Effect. bc like. Clay did it... (Clay doesn't count he rend himself down to code and could rewrite his whole being if he wanted.)... actually. there is a hint of this eventual solution in When The Lonesome Whistle Cries. kudos if anyone can pick it out and draw the correct conclusion. I've been building towards this for fucking ever and cannot wait to get to it proper in the fic.

i'm actually fucking pumped to get that whole bit out, even though it's. uh. ???? idk when it's gonna happen but it's there. it's one of those threads i've been carrying along from the start. Apologies if any of my readers wanted to wallow in the uncertainty and angst of the if Des will ever fix his brain. spoilers, i guess?

Anyway. there you go. that's my mildly incomprehensible and incoherent rambling thoughts on the Bleeding Effect, as it exists in Bless This Mess This Mess Is Mine 'verse. Thanks for letting me talk about it!! <3<3<3<3

[xdjville]

nct dream's voicemails

pairing: nct dream x gn!reader

genre: really all of them are different genres so idk buckle up; angst, established relationship (mark); comfort, established relationship (renjun); friends who have a thing going on and the dreamies are menaces (jeno); classmates, acquaintances but you're kinda cute (haechan); sick reader, fluff, established relationship (jaemin); basketball player and his "friend", bonus: he's drunk (chenle); idol x non idol, established relationship, kind of angsty if you squint but not really (jisung)

cw: cursing in mark's and jeno's, chenle's under the influence and he calls reader "pretty"

#mark

"i'm sorry. look, i... i know you probably don't want to talk to me right now, i get it. i shouldn't have said any of that and i'm so fucking sorry. i hate what i did and i have no excuse for being an asshole to you, but it's been almost two hours since you left and honestly i'm so worried i'm losing my mind. you don't have to come back yet, or call me back if you don't want to, but please, for the love of god, just let me know you're somewhere safe. shit, i'm so, so sorry. let's talk when you're ready, okay? i'll sleep on the couch tonight, so if you come back you can take the bedroom. i'm sorry. i love you."

#renjun

"hi, y/n. i'm sorry for calling so late, but, uh, i wanted to check up on you, you seemed a bit off today. maybe i'm imagining things, i don't know, but i couldn't stop thinking about it so i still wanted to ask. you don't have to tell me now, we can talk about it whenever you're comfortable, or not at all if you don't want to. just know i'm here for you, okay? it's normal to have worse days, so i'll try not to worry too much. i hope you'll feel better when you wake up in the morning. call me tomorrow, hm? we can go to that new ice cream place you told me about. sleep well, love you."

#jeno

"jesus, can you guys shut the fuck up– hey, uh, sorry for that, it's jeno. um, i'm calling because we're going to get some drinks at the bar down the street later tonight, and i– we were wondering if you maybe wanna tag along? we thought it could be fun hanging out outside of class since the semester is almost over. it's fine if you're busy though, no pressure. we're going out around, uh, nine, i think? so if you're up, call me back and i'll give you the details, yeah? alright, that's all, talk to you later. seriously, you guys are such fucking–"

#haechan

"uhm... hi, it's donghyuck. you probably didn't pick up since you don't have my number, but, uh, i called tell you that you left your sunglasses at the library yesterday. i asked mark for your number because we won't see each other untill chem next week and i thought you might need them, so... if you'd like to get them back just let me know? we could meet at the library again, or at get a coffee... or something. or i can give them to you in chem. whatever works for you! i don't mind either. just, uh, just let me know, okay? bye."

#jaemin

"hi, baby. how are you holding up? you must be sleeping, that's good. you need a lot of rest, hm? i hope by the time you're listening to this you will be feeling a little better. did your fever go down yet? there's food from my mom that i left in your fridge, you should eat that, i'm sure it's going to set you up. remember to stay hydrated too, yeah? i'll drop by with some groceries tonight, so let me know if you want anything specific. now rest well, love, i'll see you later."

#chenle

"y/n... you told me to call you when i get home, so why didn't... why aren't you pickin' up? well i– i'm home now, and, uh... renjun drove me there, so don't worry. anyways... i wanted t'say thank you, for coming to the game today. i honestly think we won only because you were there. you looked like... really, really... pretty. like... super pretty. when you, uh, hugged me after the match, i almost kissed you, you know? you're like my lucky charm... yeah, my lucky charm. i wanted to kiss you really bad. i wish you were here now so i could kiss you. can you come over tomorrow? mhm, 'm gonna go to bed now. bye, y/n–"

#jisung

"hey, how are you doing? it must be the middle of the night for you, you're probably asleep. i hope i didn't wake you up, i'm sorry if i did... i called you because i wanted to hear your voice. i, uh... i miss you, a lot. we had a day to ourselves to explore a bit, it was fun! it really was. but the whole time i couldn't stop thinking about how much more fun it would be with you there. i didn't want to kill the mood for the others, but i couldn't help missing you more today. did you miss me more, too? maybe it's like a soulmate thing... god, i sound so cheesy right now. anyways, the guys said they miss you too. chenle said we should all get hotpot together when we're done with the tour. sounds nice, right? oh, this voicemail is getting long... let's talk when you wake up, i'll call you after the concert. i lo– i miss you. sleep tight."

#taglist ➼♡ @bambisnc @suzayaaa

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[singmyaubade]

No Longer Yours

James Potter x Female!Reader

IB: In The Cold November Rain by @sweetsweetjellybean (Make sure to check it out, it’s incredible and one of the best I’ve ever read !)

A/N: First, I wanna say thank you to @sweetsweetjellybean for letting me be inspired by her story even though I am stupid, lol, but seriously (not kissing ass), check her series out; it is fantastic. Thank you to everyone for the kind comments, reblogs, and likes. I'm overwhelmed with love, and I'm so thankful that people actually want to read more of what I write but anyways, enjoy!

Summary: James had disregarded you for multiple years, but when you have an epiphany in your final year, how does it feel to taste his own medicine?

Warning: It may contain swearing and soon-to-be smut.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

"Are you sure you don't want me to walk you all the way?" Your mother asked, squeezing your hand.

"I'll be fine," You caressed her hand, "I'm still your baby, though."

She laughed lightly, "Make sure to write always," She held your face with her hands, "Have fun; it's your last year."

You touched her hand on your cheek, "I will."

You hugged her one last time, taking in her scent. Every time you said bye to her, it was as sad as the first, without you crying and begging to stay.

"Okay," She smiled, taking her hands off your face, "Are you still sure you don't wanna wait for James here? I mean, you've done it all these years."

Little did she know, you had been ignoring James's letters, all 128 of them. He had been persistent, asking you what was wrong and begging for a reply to know you were safe.

You even received a letter from his mother, Euphemia Potter, asking how you were and everything was in Paris. You would never have it in your heart to ignore Ms. Potter, so you replied dutifully and happily.

And then you got a letter from him saying,

Dear Y/n,

Are you really going to reply to my mother and not me?

Sincerely,

Your BEST FRIEND, James Potter.

You didn't reply, scoffing at the bolded best friend. The last letter you received was last week, him telling you he couldn't wait to see you and wanted to talk as soon as he got to you.

Bullshit.

"Yeah," You gulped, "I'm just gonna meet him inside."

"Well, I'm sure he misses you," She started fixing your coat, "I mean, you have been in Paris all of this time, and I just think it would be good for you to-"

You cut her off, pecking her cheek, "Love you!" You yelled, going towards the train.

She shook her head, "Be safe!"

You smiled at her, going through the wall to the train. The feeling still felt the same, nostalgic. This was the last time boarding the train, and it felt sad.

You remembered the first time you ever boarded it. James was practically high on excitement on his first day at Hogwarts. You were scared out of your bloody mind, not wanting to leave your mum and dad.

When you had finally stopped crying and holding onto your mother's leg, James was the one to hold your hand and tell you that he would take care of you.

Maybe that was the first time you had realized James was more than a friend to you, or perhaps you were a naive child.

But either way, he was the one that you needed protecting from. You realized he hadn't been your friend since the fourth year.

But this year wasn't about James; it was about you having the best last year of Hogwarts that you could have ever had.

You boarded the train, moving through the compartments to where Marlene, Mary, Dorcas, and Lily usually were.

Compartment 222.

It was pretty lucky; it is where you guys first met.

You opened the compartment, "Did you guys miss me?"

They excitedly cheered, "Now tell me, Y/n, how many French boys did you end up shagging in France?" Marlene asked.

"I would say about thirty, oui oui." You joked in a French accent as they all started laughing.

You sat down next to Dorcas, giving her a side hug. You saw Lily and Mary whisper something to each other, to which Mary said, "Just say it!"

You could see Dorcas in the corner of your eye, shaking her head no aggressively. Apparently, Marlene was the only one not in the plan, continuing to look at her newsletter.

Your eyebrow raised, "Am I missing something?"

"It's really nothing," Lily nervously said.

"Okay, so what is it?" You laughed.

"Well," Lily fiddled with her fingers, "You know how you specifically requested that none of us tell James that you were replying to our letters and not purposely ignoring him."

You said, "Uhuh." Already knowing where this going.

"Well, I accidentally let it slip out over the letter you had spoken to Marlene and me." She admitted.

Your mouth agape, "Lily."

"I know, I know," She groaned, "It was a total accident."

"How do you accidentally slip something out over letter?" Marlene snorted, earning a glare from Lily, but she still looked at her newsletter.

"What did he say after?" You asked, kneading your forehead.

"Why is she ignoring me?" Lily answered, "I just said it was none of my business, nor was I involved."

The group stayed in silence, waiting for you to reply.

You sighed, thinking about how much James would bother you more now that he knew you ignored him.

"Are you mad at me?" Lily asked quietly.

"No, of course not," You smiled, looking at her, "I just don't want to talk to him and explain everything,"

"Who says you have to?" Mary asked.

You looked at her confused, "I just can't ignore him." You said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"And why not?" Marlene asked, now looking at you.

You opened your mouth to reply, but nothing came out. You thought about it harder, and why wouldn't you be able to ignore James? Maybe it was hard because you have never done it before.

"So I just don't reply when he tries to talk to me?" You asked.

"Well, I don't support this, but," Lily started, "You could always just walk away when he says something to you."

"Wouldn't that be mean?" You asked.

"What did I tell you in person and in the letter?" Dorcas asked as you looked at her.

"Give him hell."

"So do it." She said.

They were right; you couldn't keep explaining to James what he did wrong; you just had to be done with him. You missed your friendship, but it took a turn years ago; you never said anything.

And you had to start not caring about him.

"So, how was your guy's summer?" You changed the subject, grinning as Marlene went on about how she perfected her Quidditch skills and would finally be the best chaser at Hogwarts.

Then Lily talked about her poetry that she started over the summer and how her sister had ripped a few of them, but she fixed them with a single swish of her wand and appreciated magic more.

Mary talked about how many soap operas she had seen and how she might even go into it after she graduates from Hogwarts.

Lastly, Dorcas talked about how this year was her year to be a seeker and how she got a whole book collection from her sister in New Zealand.

You began talking about how you tasted so many new foods and learned a bit of French, showing off your knowledge of the profound language.

You were interrupted by someone opening the compartment doors, "Hello," Remus greeted as you stood up to hug him immediately.

He caught you as you almost made him fall over by the movement, "Remmy, how much I have missed you," You said, kissing him on the cheek.

"And Y/n, how was France?" He asked, smiling.

"Quite a bore; every man was all over me; I was getting exhausted," You exhaled, sitting back in your seat.

"Well, if you ever want to get with a real man, I'm here, Y/n," Sirius said, nudging next to you as you looked disgusted.

"Did you have to bring him?" Dorcas asked Remus, rolling her eyes.

"He insisted," Remus shrugged.

"There needs to be some form of restraining order against him by all of us," Mary sighed.

"I thought his STDs were enough of a restraining order for us to keep away from him," Marlene teased.

Sirius interrupted before another insult could be made, "Ladies, this Sirius Black hate train is honestly starting to hurt," He pretended to be hurt.

"Aww, poor baby," You said in a baby voice, pinching his cheek as he swooshed your hand away.

"Now, Y/n, why are you ignoring poor Prongs?" Sirius asked as you wanted to throw him out of the train through the window.

"I thought he told you to dance around the question," Remus snorted.

Sirius disregarded, "What did my poor, stupid boy do this time?"

"I'm afraid it's none of your business, Black." You simply said.

"It is my business when my friend is sulking and bringing down my mood," He explained, "So why are you upset with him?" He asked.

Marlene abruptly laughed, "I'm sorry, but he really thought you would be the one Y/n would say something to,"

Sirius fake-laughed, "Oh McKinnon, I'll be laughing like that when you fall off of your arse on the field,"

Marlene mocked his facial expression as he did the same thing to her.

"May I please just arrive in peace without one word of James Potter? I'm begging." You reasoned.

"Well, at least I can tell him I tried and that Moony was no help." He glared at Remus.

"I told you I wasn't going to talk to her for him; it was all up to you," Remus said as Sirius went outside, and Remus waved everyone goodbye before closing the doors.

You could already tell it was going to be a long year.

After finally sorting the first year, everyone was allowed to dine. One thing you always missed about Hogwarts was the fantastic food; it was always incredible.

You were sitting in between Remus and Dorcas when Remus abruptly got up.

"Where are you going?" You asked, mid-laugh from a joke Marlene had made about Dumbledore and McGonagall in their secret chamber.

"Don't kill me," Remus stated before leaving. You looked confused, and James took the spot in front of you. You rolled your eyes, turning back to your meal.

"Please talk to me, Y/n," James pleaded.

You continued to stay silent, not even giving him a look as you looked at Marlene. She shook her head, and you continued to eat.

"I just wanna know what I did," James begged.

When you still didn't respond, he grabbed ahold of your wrist in an attempt for you to look at him.

"Don't fucking touch me." You spat before getting up and leaving the dining hall, telling your friends you were just gonna meet them in the dorm.

You tried rushing to the common room, but James was behind you.

"Y/n!" He yelled, speed-walking after you.

You continued to ignore him, going to the common room until you were stuck with the singing lady at the door who would not give it a rest.

"You have to talk to me," James demanded while the lady continued to screech.

"I don't have to do a thing you say," You scoffed, "In fact, I would prefer if you screwed off and stopped talking to me."

You went to one of the corridors, trying to escape him, but he followed you.

"Can't you just explain to me what I could've done for you to treat me like this?" He said roughly.

You turned to him, "There is not a single, simple explanation of what you could've done; there is a book of things," You snapped, "And treat you like this? Ever since I fucking stepped foot into your life, you have continued to treat me like shit." You stepped closer, "I stuck with you despite Lily, despite what other people said, and despite what you have shown me."

He continued to stay silent, "And now that I finally stick up for myself, I've done you horribly? Bullshit." You spat, "You have continued to show me exactly why I will never ever love you again, and yeah, for a matter of fact, I did love you, but you don't deserve me and never will."

Your words shocked him, not being able to mutter a word.

"Now you have nothing to say?" You manically laughed, "The smooth-talking and fantastic golden boy that shocked the century has nothing to say? What a pathetic-"

He kissed you suddenly precipitously, his tongue entering your mouth, entangling with yours.

For a second, you were drunk on his mouth, engaging with his kiss with as much passion as he gave you. His hand pulls on your hair lightly, making you moan.

His lips went from your mouth to your neck, sucking hard, red marks into your skin, knowing it would bruise.

Then you remembered everything. You remembered James's bitter words, his voice mocking you, and the boys laughing in the locker room.

You pushed his hard chest off you, breathing hard from the whole interaction. He looked at you, breathing as hard as you; realizing what he had done, he tried to touch your hand, but you pushed him again.

Tears brimmed in your eyes, "You're such an asshole," You cried, going to the Gryffindor common room.

You rushed up the stairs, immediately going into your bed. You couldn't believe what had just happened.

A part of you wanted to be grateful, grateful that you pushed him off, and realized that he only wanted to be with you when he felt convenient.

Another part of you wanted to continue kissing him, laughing with him, hugging him. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you had never figured it would be painful.

What if you had loved James for so long that you didn't know anything but to love him?

It was stupid and pathetic.

You were tired of being stupid and pathetic, you just wanted to move on from James Potter and get away from him, and if that wasn't possible, you had to make him regret being friends with you in the first place.

So you did.

You got up fresh and early in the morning when all of your roommates were sleeping, taking a shower immediately.

You looked in the mirror, your mascara smudged and dark red and purple hickies wearing your skin. You placed a shit-load of powder and concealer to cover up the parts you could.

You tried several spells to cover it up as best as possible, changing into your uniform.

You slipped into the most showing tights you could and wore your skirt from the fifth year that you so obviously outgrew, showing almost your ass cheeks.

You would be thankful not to get a write-up from McGonagall.

You unbuttoned two buttons off the top of your shirt, showing a tiny bit of your bra. It wasn't the most rebellious or seductive, but it could work.

The first challenge of that day was Potions; all of your friends were there, including all of the Marauders. But, thanks to Merlin was also Jacob Carrow's class, the Slytherin Captain that James hated with a burning passion.

They both could not be in the same room without spitting a hateful insult at the other. James once had a dream that you and Jacob had gone out, and he refused to talk to you for an entire day until you convinced him you would never do that.

You never considered yourself a liar.

The only problem was that Jacob was a dickhead, but so was James. You were surprised they didn't get along, maybe in another life.

You went inside Potions with your friend group, and you spotted Jacob Carrow in the back with an empty seat next to him as you told your friends you were gonna sit in the back.

You were thankful none of his friends were around him; it would be ten times more unbearable.

You sat next to him with a wide grin painted on your face, trying not to show your pain.

"Sitting next to me, Y/n?" He smirked, "I thought you were Potter's little puppy."

You tried to ignore your annoyance, "Pets tend to lean away from their owner at points; I guess that's my case." You shrugged.

"I am no Potter; I don't like having little girls follow me and do my shit for me." You could tell he was insulting you, but you stood tall.

"Good thing girls don't like to be in your presence." You snickered.

He smiled, "Love a kitty with claws," He leaned into his chair, "What do you want?"

"Do I have to want something?" You asked, popping your chest out to show your tits as he looked down at your face.

"You finally trying to make your boy toy jealous?" He asked.

You dropped the facade, "Are you gonna help me or not?"

"Control the temper, baby; I just wanna know what's in it for me." His body faced you.

"Isn't James being angry enough?" You asked.

"Nah, I can piss off Potter by just existing." He replied.

"What do you want?" You asked, half-annoyed.

"Meadows on a date with me."

You laughed, "Dorcas would never go on a date with you."

"Then no deal." He said with a fake smile.

"Ugh, fine, I'll talk to her if you just make James's life hell for a few minutes." You said.

"Okay, deal." He smiled, "Do you want me to touch you or,"

"Sure, but don't overdo it." You warned.

"I love when you flatter yourself." He said as James walked in, laughing with the Marauders.

Jacob immediately placed a hand on your thigh, slightly higher than preferred, but you continued smiling.

You started fake-laughing at Jacob's joke, which immediately caught James's attention. You looked behind you, and James's head looked like it would explode.

You looked back at Carrow, touching his shoulder and admiring how much muscle he had.

"What else do you want me to do?" He said through his teeth.

"I'll scoot closer to you, and you can put your hand on my waist." You suggested as he nodded.

You faced the front as Jacob touched your waist, tickling you with his fingers as you laughed.

"Mind keeping it down?" James scowled, "Not everyone wants to fucking hear that shit."

"How about you piss off, Potter?" Jacob mocked as he gripped your waist tighter, which pissed off James even more.

Before James could say another word, Slughorn started the class.

Throughout the class, Jacob would squeeze your thigh or tickle you, almost rising to touch your tits. Whenever he did those actions, you would giggle, earning daggers from James.

Once Slughorn instructed everyone to look inside their microscopes at the different ingredients used in Veritaserum, you took the opportunity to sit on Jacob's lap, looking in the microscope as he bounced you with his knee, causing you to laugh.

This really pissed James off, him storming up to you both. He grabbed your arm, practically flying you off of Jacob.

"Mr. Potter!" Slughorn yelled as the class watched the entire thing.

"Don't you dare fucking touch her," James said brusquely.

Jacob scoffed, "What will you do about it, Potter?" He stood, going closer to James.

You rolled your eyes due to the amount of testosterone in this conversation.

James got closer as you grabbed his hand, pushing him back, "Stop it." You said to him as he looked at you.

He grabbed your wrist, dragging you out of the classroom to an abandoned bathroom.

"James, let go of me!" You yelled as he pushed you inside the bathroom.

He was fuming, and you could tell which scared you. You hadn't seen him this angry since he lost a Quidditch match against the very man's lap you were on.

"You dragged me in here, so is there something you have to say?" You looked at him angrily, hands on your hips.

"Us not being friends anymore doesn't allow you to be a slut," He ridiculed.

You slapped him, "Don't you fucking dare call me a slut; I can do whatever the fuck I want,"

He wiped his mouth with a smile, "You think he gives a shit about you? He would fuck you and then dump you." He said as he moved closer, and you backed up.

"You don't know a thing," You replied nervously.

"He wouldn't even clean you up after," He continued, "He would let you rot there like a slut," Another step closer, which you took backward. You didn't understand if he purposely tried to intimidate or lecture you.

He didn't stop.

"He would tell all of his friends after," Another step, "He wouldn't dare spare you a minute after," Another step, "You would mean nothing," You were backed into the wall now, "But it's okay because you can do whatever the fuck you want."

"James." You kept eye contact with him, his eyes beaming into yours.

His mouth lowered to your ear, "But I think you want me to give a shit; you wanna see me mad." His hand snaked to your waist, "I guess you win." His body left yours, storming out of the bathroom.

Did you really win?

A/N: Y/n: 2, James 0??? There is also an alternate chapter to this because I couldn't stop writing two plots LOL.

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[lightnotyagami]

"Do you think you'll kill for me one day?"

"Yes, of course i will my dear."

Light x fem reader (soft) smut

A/n:remeber when L put cameras into lights room? When i was like 14 or 15 i read a smut FF like this and OH MY GOD its still in my head. Coudnt find the ogs @ but if i ever do ilysm🙏 (it was on ao3 if anyone wants to help me find it😭)

Summary: L puts cameras into lights room.. great.. but what do normal people his age do? Hang out with friends, do homework.. and some other things.

Tw/cw: my horrible english, soft smut (duh) , being watched, tell me if i missed anything!!

"Are we seriously going to do this?" You asked him still in a safe distance from his house. "Yeah, wanna back out?" He said as he looked at you like you were stupid. "No! I'm just saying, I don't know about the whole... thing." You voiced as he answered with a shrug like what you said wasn't a big deal to him. "Look," he said walking towards you with his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "I'll take care of it, okay? you just relax and lay down." Your mind went crazy thinking about all the things that could go wrong. "So, are you in yes or no?" He stopped right in front of you and looked directly into your eyes. His face was close enough for you to smell the mint from his breath. 'It felt different being so close to someone, I mean I didn't feel threatened by his appearance, just like when we were fighting but this time I could see how beautiful he really is...' you thought to yourself "fine." "Good girl."

*later in his room*

'64 cameras.' you thought to yourself as you sat yourself on the bed and light on his chair. "hey light!" the door was shot open revealing his little sister, sayu was her name? "mom asked if you want anything from the supermarkt, oh and does Y/n want something too?" she asked now looking at you "oh no dear its fine! you two make yourselves a great day" you answered. "Okay, dont be mad then if we dont bring extra snacks" she winked at making your laugh slightly. 'i wish i had a younger sister' you thought to yourself "okay mom says bye." Sayu said closing the door behind her, leaving only you and light. oh and the 64 cameras from every angle of course. The lights were dimmed making everything look more mysterious. "you want anything?" Light asked turning around to look at you. "no... thanks its okay." you answered looking at the ground embarassed as he sat besides you ."it's alright babe, come sit over here." he patted on his lap. You slowly moved your legs closer to him sitting on his lap. he pulled you closer so that your head was on his chest and his arms were wrapped around you. Everything was going after Plan but why did this still feel so..weird? you dont know if L is the only one watching this. you could only hope. you closed your eyes trying enjoying his touch and warmth as he kissed you softly. "let me show you something, babe." you hummed in response. His fingers which were playing with the ends of your hair slowly moved up to your body . "your heart is beating so fast" he whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver slightly. It sent an electrical jolt through your spine, it was almost painful but good. your heart started hammering in your chest as he pushed your t-shirt up exposing your bra and sofly pushing you down on the bed climbing on top of you. you moaned as he started kissing you softly on your neck, moving it from side to side, leaving small red marks "l-light~!" you whined not sure what to do as he started to unhook your bra , slowly peeling it off your body.

*at the headquarters*

"mister Soichiro Yagami, i belive you would like to leave the room?" L said as soichiro looked at the computers not sure if to ignore this ever happaned or to kill light when hes back home. "yes im sorry i just.." he said as he walked out of the room in complete shock that his son was capable of these things. "anyways. Im bluring the cameras now. Watari unblur them when this is done and a cheese cake would also be nice "

[changbinsboiledegg]

i've been a silent reader for a while now and i rlly like your works so i'm going to request something lol

so skz reactions to a hyper independent s/o? like hurt / comfort genre, you can even like idk state why they are like this as well if you want :)

take your time and remember to drink water 💦

that's all bye ✌️

Heyo silent anon 🫶Thank you for the request! I'm glad you requested! I sincerely hope this is accurate depictions and that this is what you were hoping for. I took time to research a bit to,,, not suck at it? lol but please lmk if this is okay!! I don't want to accidentally offend anybody :((( also, thank you! Please drink water too, lovely!

GN! Reader X SKZ

Warnings: vague/ brief mentions of traumas leading to hyper independence, stress, burnout, uselessness, guilt mentions, injury, hurt/comfort, brief argument?, past relationship/ betrayal mention, negative thoughts, swearing, kinda. If I'm missing any, lmk. If anything is wrong, LMK!!!!!

Note: Thank you for your patience btw! I sincerely hope you have a good day and I hope these are to your liking & what you pictured! Okay I'll shut up now. As always, if no one told you today, ily! Take care.

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Chan

Chan knows you’re very self reliant and accepts that. He can’t force you to ask for help when you needed. But he wished you’d come to him and weren’t afraid to lean on his shoulder when you needed just as you offered your shoulder for him to lean on when he needed.

You were looking for your wallet that you must’ve dropped when you went to visit Chan in the studio. The studio was now empty, but Chan’s things were still inside which indicated he would be back.

Knowing he was busy, you wanted to hurry and find your wallet before he returned. You checked under and on top of anything in the studio but came up empty every time.

“Shit.” You muttered, trying to retrace your steps. You didn’t ask for help because you felt confident that you would find it on your own. After all, everything you’ve done for yourself had been on your own.

You closed your eyes, knowing you needed to find your wallet. It had everything you needed inside. You cursed yourself for being so careless.

“You came back?” Chan asked, entering the studio. You were on your hands and knees, trying to see if your wallet fell under anything again.

“Looking for something?” He asked when you didn’t immediately respond. You sighed, sitting up on your knees.

“My wallet. Don’t worry, I know where it is.” You quickly replied, looking around the studio from the height you were at. Chan started to help you look, despite having other things to do.

“Hey, seriously. I can find it. Go work on your music.” You tried to reassure him. Chan shook his head, “it’s not a problem. I want to help.”

You knew there was nothing you could do to talk him out of stopping. This was one of the rare times he knew how to help when you wouldn’t ask.

“Chan—”

“Ah ha! Here you go, babe.” He handed your wallet to you with a satisfied grin. You took it from him, relieved, yet a feeling of defeat wash over you.

“Thank you.” You sighed, glancing over your wallet.

Chan put his hands on your shoulders, gently squeezing them. “Anytime. I mean it.”

Lee Know

You never asked for help. Especially when you really needed it. It’s just how you were conditioned. From childhood to adulthood, you were forced to do every thing yourself.

Whether the task was dangerous or not, you didn’t ask for help because you never really knew how.

You were changing a lightbulb that had went out during your study session. You grabbed a new lightbulb, a chair and a screwdriver to unscrew the light fixture.

This was something help would’ve been needed for. Not changing the lightbulb itself, but you seriously needed a spotter as the chair you were standing on was wobbly.

Minho was in the other room, talking to Jisung while you were changing the lightbulb.

You steadied yourself, attempting to screw the light fixture back on but the screw fell through your fingertips and on instinct, you tried to catch it before it hit the floor.

The screw wasn’t the only thing that hit the floor. You yelped as soon as your body thudded against the floor. You were blinded with pain for a few solid seconds when you were greeted by your boyfriend rushing to your side and trying to assess the situation before touching you.

“What happened?!” Minho asked, his expression laced with concern.

“Should I call an ambulance?” Jisung asked, shocked at what he was seeing.

“No! I’m okay!” You attempted to sit up but the pain went through your arm like shockwaves. Minho’s eyes widened, seeing your arm was broken.

“Yes, please call an ambulance.” Minho spared a glance at Jisung. You were about to shake your head, but a broken arm was beyond something you could simply fix yourself.

“My love, why didn’t you ask for help? You know that chair has a bad leg.” Minho’s tone was soft, trying to comfort you through your pain. You had a frown on your face, speaking up, “I didn’t need help— and that chair never gave me an issue before.”

“Maybe you didn’t need help to change the lightbulb, but definitely needed someone to keep the chair steady.” Minho grimaced at the way your arm had broken. You didn’t want to argue and seriously considered learning to ask for help as you were in a decent amount of pain.

“It’s okay to ask for help. I would rather you… not have a broken arm.” Minho tried to keep the mood light, even if he was freaking out inside. You slowly nodded, “I will ask… next time.”

You weren’t sure if you believed yourself, but it gave Minho relief for the mean time.

Changbin

You went from feeling an extreme amount of stress to feeling an extreme amount of guilt.

You were carrying boxes to the trunk of your car. Changbin helped you with what he could grab when he swung by to see what you were up to. When he saw you moving boxes, he wanted to help and didn’t ask first because he knew your answer.

You tried to stick to the heavier boxes, not wanting him to deal with those due to the weight they held. Even though you knew he could probably carry three heavy boxes in one trip.

You picked up a box that was seemingly too heavy for you to lift without your legs shaking underneath the weight.

The stress of packing and moving, and now this, frustrated you to an unbelievable extent. Changbin saw how you struggled with the box and quickly went over to take it from you.

“No, I got it.” You argued, almost stumbling backwards. Changbin caught you— and the box, steadying you.

“Come on, let me take it. You’re going to hurt—”

“I said I got it!” You snapped. A look of hurt flashed over his face, but he still took the box from you and silently walked it out to your car.

Changbin didn’t say anything for a while, helping you move into your new apartment and you actually letting him, feeling guilty for snapping at him. Receiving help wasn’t a bad thing, but to you, it meant there was something you couldn’t do.

You wanted to prove to yourself always that you were capable of everything. Which you were, but that didn’t convince you.

“Changbin.” You spoke up as he had gotten the last box— the box that made you snap at him, inside. He wordless looked at you, still hurt from before. You took a deep breath and stepped closer to him, hugging him tightly.

“I’m sorry. I was just frustrated but that’s no excuse to snap at you like that.” You apologized, the guilt only slightly melting away. Changbin’s arms wrapped around you after your apology and he kissed your cheek.

“I forgive you.” He finally spoke. You felt relief, although the guilt would remain for a while.

Hyunjin

Hyunjin was very aware of your hyper independence. He knew you were always busy. Not because there was anything you had to do, but because you always gave yourself things to do.

It was how you made yourself feel useful. You always had the need to be useful in some way.

Hyunjin wanted to help out in some way, ease the pressure off of your shoulders, not knowing it was how you allowed yourself to breathe.

He would clean for you, tidying things up for you, do your laundry when you were out. He even cooked or ordered takeout for you so you wouldn’t have to do it yourself after a long day.

“You really don’t need to do this for me.” You sounded slightly upset, but it wasn’t at Hyunjin. He knew this, luckily.

Hyunjin brushed off your tone and smiled, “it’s not a problem.”

You sighed, not wanting to argue with him. Especially when he showed you the smile that made your heart swell.

“I didn’t want you to feel suffocated in chores.” Hyunjin added, he took your hand and pulled you towards the kitchen now that you both knew there was nothing else for you to task yourself with.

He set the table and served dinner, both of you sitting across from each other.

You started to eat, at least allowing yourself to enjoy what your boyfriend had prepared. Hyunjin felt satisfied with himself once again, seeing how you looked when you relaxed.

“Thank you.” You finally thanked him, grateful. Hyunjin waved you off, smiling as he began to eat with you.

“Not a problem.”

You watched him for a few seconds, “this is really good. I don’t think I’ve ever told you.”

“You have.” He took another bite. “But again, thank you.”

Han

You never asked for help. The last time you asked for help resulted in you being hurt in a previous relationship. You tried to work through it, learn that not everyone is going to hurt you the way your ex did.

It was the day you got hurt and even though it didn’t hurt anymore, your heart seemed to think other wise. Jisung knew there was a specific day that bothered you inside, but never knew why. You refused to talk about it, even if deep down, you wanted to tell him.

You trusted Jisung, but there was always the suspicion creeping in and causing you to fight with yourself.

“Let’s go out to eat tonight. There’s a restaurant that just opened up.” Jisung invited, wanting to get your mind off of what was bothering you.

There it was again, the suspicion. ‘He’s going to break up with you during dinner.’ Your mind ran rampant with these thoughts.

‘He’s going to betray you like your ex did.’

You forced the thoughts back, telling yourself ‘Jisung is not like my ex. He’s better.’

Jisung’s heart sank at the lack of response. “Or… If you have something else in mind, I’m open to it.”

‘He’s only trying to lower your guard—’

“No! Yes, I’m up for trying this new restaurant.” You interrupted your negative thoughts. You weren’t going to let your past affect how you thought of Jisung and you certainly didn’t want to ruin his excitement.

Jisung smiled, his facial expression filling with relief. “Thank you. My treat—”

“No, I want to pay!” You objected, “you had a hard week.”

“No, no. I’m paying. I invited you, I should pay.” Jisung argued. You groaned, “no, Jisung. Come on. What if it’s expensive?”

“Then we can split the bill.” Jisung shrugged, “if I wasn’t already going to pay in full.”

And you let out a heavy sigh, knowing he wasn’t going to let up.

Felix

You found yourself looking up how to do basic tasks, even if you’ve done them multiple times before.

You tend to do this when you’re feeling particularly burned out and can’t focus properly.

“Damnit.” You muttered, slapping your hand against your thigh in frustration as you misspelled a word. You deleted the entire search and retyped it, only to misspell the same word.

You felt like crying or screaming or throwing your phone. You knew how to do laundry. You couldn’t explain to yourself why it mattered so much that you needed to look it up right away.

You were burned out. Mundane tasks were difficult to complete and you wanted it done, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Looking up how to do certain things step by step was your way of convincing yourself it’s not that hard.

“Damnit!” You cursed a little louder, your hands shaking.

“Sweetheart? Are you okay?” Felix asked, peeking over your shoulder at the misspelled question in the search bar.

It was then that he realized how you were struggling.

“Want me to search it for you?” He asked, even if he knew you already knew how to do laundry.

He also knew it was your way of dealing with your burn out. You, of course, shook your head.

“No. I’m fine. I just need a minute.” You took a deep breath in and retyped the question, finally spelling it right and reading what Google had to offer.

“Why don’t you rest. I will take care of it.” Felix started to lift the laundry basket before you protested. “Wait, no, I got it.”

Felix saw the way your hands were shaking from the high volume of stress. He gave you a small smile and shook his head.

“Rest.”

Seungmin

“Yes.” - “No.”

“Yes.” Seungmin stood firm on his ‘yes’. You two have been arguing back and forth, you saying no, him saying yes.

He was going to help you whether you liked it or not. Especially with something he bought.

“Seungmin, come on.” You pleaded, wanting him to let you handle putting together the shelf he bought.

“Nope. I’m helping. Look, I already have the box open— one second.” Seungmin quickly fell to his knees and opened the box quickly.

You pinched the bridge of your nose as he started to take out the parts and screws that came with it.

“Look, I already touched the instructions manual. Now I have to help.” Seungmin beamed, opening the manual.

“Um… can you help me?” He asked, handing you the manual. You sat with him and looked over the manual.

“Fine. Give me the screws and—“

“No. Then you won’t let me help.” Seungmin cut you off. You tilted your head at your boyfriend.

“Fine, Seungmin. You open the screws and I’ll hold the pieces together. Good?” You wished he wasn’t so stubborn, but then again, maybe it was something you loved about him among all of the other things.

Seungmin grinned, satisfied.

“Fine by me.”

I.N

You learned at a young age that ‘if you want something done right, do it yourself’. No one helped you unless they wanted to and you didn’t ask for help because you wanted things ‘done right’.

You wanted to come out of that mindset, feeling burned out from always relying on yourself.

But you couldn’t help it. It wasn’t something you could come out of overnight.

“Jeongin? What are you… Hey, no.” You sighed, walking towards him after turning on the light. He was trying to clean the kitchen in the dark, not wanting to wake you up.

He knew that you’d feel stressed seeing the messy kitchen.

He didn’t want to see you so stressed and burned out like this. You started to join him, cleaning up, but Jeongin quickly moved over to stop you by taking your hands in his.

“Let me. I made this mess, after all.” Jeongin reassured, trying to justify cleaning the kitchen by himself.

“But it’s my kitchen.” You countered. Jeongin shook his head.

“It’s still my mess.”

“It’s still my kitchen.” You frowned, crossing your arms. Jeongin thought for a moment, trying to convince you that you don’t need to be the one to clean up all the time. Especially since it was his mess.

“If you threw my phone off of a cliff, would I need to buy a new phone or would you need to buy it?” He asked, tilting his head.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “what?”

“Hypothetically.”

“I would need to buy you a new phone because I was the one that threw it.” You replied, not understanding his hypothetical question and it’s relevancy to him cleaning your kitchen.

“Exactly. Therefore, my mess in your kitchen is my problem. Goodnight!” Jeongin grinned cheekily before getting back to cleaning.

[kudouusagi]

Buddy Daddies Drama 4

*Puts down box*

Kazuki: Okay! Now all of our stuff has been moved into our place. Ah, thank Kyuu-chan. On top of finding us a place, we even asked you to help us move.

Kyuutarou: Well, I'm too involved to stop now. So? How do you feel about the place?

Miri: It's smaller than our old place, isn't it, Rei-papa?

Rei: Yeah... and the TV has gotten smaller too...

Miri: So our mori kart cars have gotten smaller too!

Kazuki: Hey, don't be playing games when you should be unpacking. Besides, I think this is the perfect size for 3 people to live cozily. 

Kyuutarou: You're living quite a bit further away than you were at your old place, but the further you are the more difficult it will be for the eyes of the organization to spot you.

Kazuki: Yeah... Well, from what Rei says it doesn't seem like his father is straining his eyes looking for us either.

Kyuutarou: Even if that's the case, there's no mistaking that you sullied the name of the Suwa family. Try to lay low until the heat dies down.

Kazuki: Got it.

Kyuutarou: So? What are you planning on doing from now on?

Kakuzi: Hmm... for now we're going to live off our savings and get Miri into a new preschool... and then after that we'll look for jobs I guess.

Kyuutarou: I see. Do your best for Miri-chan too.

Kazuki: Yeah. Thanks for everything.

Kyuutarou: If you ever need anything, feel free to contact me.

Miri: Kyuu-chan, bye bye!

Kyuutarou: *Laughs and leaves*

Kazuki: Okay! Miri, Rei! Time to get excited for our new life! Let's hurry and put things away and have some move in soba!

Miri/Rei: Yeah!

****************

Kazuki: This one.... mmm.... the pay is too low... This one isn't bad but the hours aren't great... Hm? Drug trials? Hmmm! So in just two weeks I can make that much by just taking medicine and sleeping? It's not bad but...

Rei: Kazuki, have you found a job?

Kazuki: Rei, if I said I was going away for work for two weeks... what would you do?

Rei: Huh? Meaning you wouldn't be here at all for two weeks?

Kazuki: Yeah. You'd need to wake Miri up, feed her breakfast, change her, take her to preschool, come back home, clean, do laundry, make food, go pick her up, give her a bath, feed her dinner, play with her, read her a book, get her ready for tomorrow, wake her up the next day, for 14 days. All by yourself. 

Rei: N-Nope. Not yet.

Kazuki: I figured. So nothing away from home for now. But our savings is going to run out soon so we seriously have to start working soon or we'll be in trouble. And you can't even move one of your arms...

Rei: I thought there would be many jobs I could do with only one arm... but it's surprisingly hard.

Kazuki: In your case it's not just your arm, you're also unsociable. Your interview the other day was awful, wasn't it?

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Interviewer: Do you have any special skills, Suwa-san?

Rei: Special skills...? I'm familiar with handling guns. Including disassembly. I won't let anything I target get away.

Interviewer: Y-You mean... airguns, right?

****************

Rei: I didn't have anything else to say.

Kazuki: Well, since you've been a NEET for so long I figured having you suddenly return to society would be a high hurdle. We're about to run out of our savings. We seriously have to work or it will be bad. But there's something that would be even worse than that. 

Rei: Something worse than that?

Kazuki: If I'm the only one working then you'd have to do all the housework yourself. You've recently learned how to hang clothes up to dry but for everything else you suck. You're completely useless! At this rate this room is sure to become a pigsty. And it'll be bad for raising Miri! So now we're going to hold "Rei's special training week focusing on housework!"

Rei: Special training?

Kazuki: I've been going easy on you because I thought you couldn't move your right arm but now I'm going to become a monster! A cooking, laundry, and housework monster! 

Rei: I really can't move my right arm though...

Kazuki: Shut up! Despite that you've gotten even better at mori kart than before, haven't you!? Miri told me! She said you set a new record the other day!

Rei: I was so happy I did a victory pose without even thinking about it.

Kazuki: And so! We're going to use that effort on housework! Who are the ones taking care of Miri?

Rei: You and... me.

Kazuki: And what else is there to taking care of her besides playing with her...?

Rei: Taking her to school and back, housework, laundry...

Kazuki: That's right! So now we're going to do special training and drill you until you're able to do all of those things on your own!

Rei: Geh...

Miri: Papas! What are you doing?

Rei: Miri...

Kazuki: Mm! I'm going to be giving Rei special training now!

Miri: Special training?

Kazuki: Umm... it means he's going to try hard to become able to do things he can't do right now.

Miri: I understand! He's doing a training journey! I saw it on TV!

Kazuki: Oh, you're amazing Miri! That's right! A training journey!

Rei: I didn't say I was going to-

Miri: So, Rei-papa is doing a training journey?! That's so cool!

Rei: I'll do it.

Kazuki: Okay, then starting today until you become a functioning adult I'll be your boss. What do you say?

Rei: Yes. Boss.

Miri: Yes, boss!

Kazuki: Mmm! You both gave good responses. Let's start!

**************

Kazuki: This is how Rei's training began.

Kazuki: Okay, everything about cleaning is important. Let's start with vacuuming. 

Kazuki: Don't skip the corners! Your target likes to lurk in the corners!

Rei: The corners!

Kazuki: In places with running water you're in a constant battle with water droplets! You must have an iron determination to never allow limescale!

Rei: O-Okay!

Kazuki: Miri's room is the most important location! You have to make sure to diligently vacuum and use the lint roller to protect against dust allergies!

Rei: I'm... tired...

Kazuki: We're not done yet! Next is laundry! 

Kazuki: You need to memorize the differences between pods and regular detergent and learn how to use laundry nets! There's things to wash every single day!

Rei: There's too many things to remember!

Kazuki: Learn how to separate the garbage and when the garbage truck comes! And on top of that check which stores have the cheapest bags that won't break!

Rei: *Panting*

Kazuki: It's important to learn how to write in the preschool correspondence notebook, but your most important mission is learning to exchange messages with the mom friends! The smooth exchange of information is essential to surviving in the world of child raising!

Rei: I-... *falls down on ground* I can't do it anymore... This is way more physically and mentally exhausting than fighting... I've never experienced training like this before... 

Kazuki: Stand up, Rei! You've still got to wash the rice.

Rei: I'm at my limit. I want to eat chips, hide in my room, and play games.

Kazuki: Ah... oh no... he has dead eyes. Hey, Rei! Keep going! Miri's watching

Miri: Rei-papa's training journey is so cool!

Rei: I'm going... to wash... the rice!

Kazuki: Oh! There's a light in his eyes! Miri, keep on cheering him on like that.

Miri: Okay! Rei-papa! Do your best! Do your best!

Rei: What is this power rising within me? I can do it! I can do it!

Miri: Rei-papa stood up!

Kazuki: Yes! That's it Miri! That was even more effective than I expected! Okay! 

*******************

Kazuki: Rei's special training continued even while I was at work.

Rei: Hmm... cleaning takes a while with only one arm... I'll put the last glass here...

*Glass shatters*

Miri: Rei-papa!

Rei: Miri! Don't come over here! 

Miri: *Whines*

Rei: I dropped a glass so it's dangerous.

*Rei attempts to pick up glass*

Rei: I can get the big pieces... but the smaller ones... I guess a broom and dustpan?

*Gets out broom and dustpan and starts sweeping*

Rei: I can't hold both of them with one arm... I guess I'll just have to wait till Kazuki comes home?

Miri: Rei-papa!

Rei: Miri, it's dangerous so don't get-... 

*Miri holds the dustpan*

Rei: You...

Miri: I'll hold the dustpan, okay?

Rei: Oh... thank you, Miri.

Miri: *giggles*

*Sweeping*

Rei: Okay. Perfect.

Miri: Perfect! Papa! High five!

Rei: Yeah!

Miri: YAY!

*High fives*

Rei: *Laughs*

*******************

Kazuki: We're now going to hold your final test! The challenge is to make my special french toast all by yourself!

*Rei cooking*

Rei: Now!

*Flips toast*

Kazuki: His flipping timing is perfect!

Miri: Perfect!

Rei: Done.

Kazuki: Itadakimasu

Miri: Itadakimasu!

*Everyone eating*

Rei: How is it?

Kazuki: It's good. It's seriously good! This is so good you could serve it in a restaurant!

Rei: *Laughs excitedly*

Miri: Rei-papa's french toast is good!

Rei: Miri!

Kazuki: And it's not just his french toast! He's able to clean and do laundry perfectly too! I think it will be fine leaving the house to him now.

Rei: No, not yet.

Kazuki: Huh? No, you don't need to be that worri-

Rei: I feel like I haven't selected the best bread for french toast yet.

Kazuki: Huh?

Rei: I realized when I was practicing, different breads have different textures. Rather than the one from the grocery store, the one from the bakery in town is more suited for absorbing moisture.

Kazuki: No... you don't have to be that picky...

Rei: And the eggs. Today I just used 10 that were on sale, but I wonder what would happen if I used more expensive eggs? Also depending on the way you mix it the texture changes. But that's obvious isn't it? If there's different amounts of air.

Kazuki: Hey... Rei...?

Rei: I also want to test the coffee that goes with it. I want to use a coffee grinder with a proper pour over and make the best cup of coffee!

Kazuki: Wait, wait, wait!

Rei: Actually I already ordered a coffee making set online.  

Kazuki: Hey!

Rei: It seems like it's here.

Kazuki: Huh.....? What's going on?

Miri: Rei-papa looks like he's having fun!

Kazuki: Hey, Miri. Go tell Rei-papa to cool it.

Miri: Huh? But...

Rei: Okay.

Miri: I'll help!

Kazuki: Hey, hey. Don't bother Rei-papa...

Rei: Thanks.

Kazuki: Huh?

Rei: I'll open the big boxes and you can open the small ones. We'll split the work between us.

Miri: Okay!

Miri: I opened it! Yay!

Rei: Yay!

*Rei and Miri high five*

Kazuki: You're doing high fives? You've gotten so close...

Rei: Miri, you can open that one too.

Miri: Okay!

Kazuki: *Laughs* I can leave the house in peace like this.

Miri: I opened it!

Rei: I opened this one too. You did well, Miri. 

Miri: *Giggles*

Kazuki: I can do it in peace.... but... it feels weird... like I'm going to lose my place.

Miri: Hey, papa! I want to play Mori Kart!

Rei: After we finished putting away these boxes, okay?

Miri: Okay!

Kazuki: Miri, would you like to play with me? Mori kart?

Rei: Kazuki?

Kazuki: I'll play with Miri!

Miri: With Kazuki-papa?

Kazuki: That's right!

Miri: Hmm... I don't want to!

Kazuki: Huh? But you said you wanted to play...

Miri: You're bad at games so it'd be boring!

Kazuki: EH!?

Miri: I prefer Rei-papa!

Rei: Hmm! So she says!

Kazuki: *Screams* At this rate I'll lose my parental respect...

Kazuki: Rei!

Rei: Hm?

Kazuki: Please! Give me special training! I want to be good at games!

Rei: But aren't you going to work?

Kazuki: I'll work too! So let me game! I'll keep my respect as a parent through games!

Rei: Okay. But games aren't that easy. Sometimes they're even harder than being an assassin.

Kazuki: Huh? Really?

Rei: You look down on games. If you're serious I won't go easy on you.

Kazuki: Eh? Okay! I'll beat your record!

Rei: Okay. Then I'll train you. You should say "Okay, boss" to me.

Kazuki: Eh? ...Okay... boss...

**************

Kazuki: And so then my days of special training, so tough I could vomit blood, along with working began...

Kazuki: At night I'm working at a construction site, a bartender, and a cleaner and during the day it's mori kart! I'll fly through both of these tasks with ease!

Rei: You pressed the brake too late!

Kazuki: Damn it! One more time! Ugh...

Rei: Don't just drive around randomly. Remember the course and the shortcuts.

Kazuki: Guh! 

*crash*

Kazuki: Ehh?!

Rei: You used your item too late.

Man: Hey, newbie! That's some messy-...!

Kazuki: *Shouting*

Man: He's fired up...

*Crash*

Kazuki: Ah...

Rei: That was a close race. It's proof you don't have the specs of each kart memorized. I told you that the day before yesterday too.

Kazuki: *Growls*

Woman: Kahlua milk please

Kazuki: Okay, Okay, Okay! Here you go!

Woman: Wah...? ...Thanks...

*crash*

Rei: You needed to take the shortcut there and use your item.

Kazuki: Oh.

Rei: By the way, I told you that last week. Remember it!

Kazuki: *Sobs*

*Scrubbing*

Kazuki: *Panting and shouting* 

Woman: Hold the mop right! You're not cleaning at all!

Kazuki *Sobbing and shouting*

Rei: Why are you breaking like that at the last cur-... 

Kazuki: *Snoring*

Rei: Hey!

Kazuki: Ah! I'm not sleeping. I'm not sleeping.

Rei: That's enough for today.

Kazuki: Don't be ridiculous! We've barely done anything today!

Rei: This isn't a game you can win while sleep-driving. Don't underestimate it.

**************

Miri: I'm home!

Rei: I'm home.

Miri: Hmm... Kazuki-papa isn't home today, either...

Rei: Well, he has work

Miri: Oh... work... it can't be helped!

Rei: Miri...

**********

Rei: Welcome home

Kazuki: *groans*

Rei: Hey!

Kazuki: Huh? Oh sorry... training right? Training...

Rei: We're not doing that today.

Kazuki: Why?

Rei: Go look in a mirror. Your face looks awful.

Kazuki: *Laughs* This isn't anything...

Rei: During the day you're training for mori kart, and at night you're doing night shifts. When are you sleeping? 

Kazuki: This... isn't-....

*Passes out*

Rei: Kazuki!

*Rei runs*

*Ambulance sirens*

***********

Kazuki: Where am I?

Rei: The hospital.

Kazuki: Ah! Rei!

Rei: You overworked yourself. They said after that IV is finished you can go home. 

Kazuki: Oh I see... passed out. I'm sorry.

Rei: I'm not the one you should apologize to. Say it to Miri.

Miri: *Snoring*

Rei: Even though I said you'd be fine she wouldn't leave your bedside and fell asleep while holding your arm.

Kazuki: *Laughs* So that's why my right arm feels heavy...

Miri: *groans* Papa...

Kazuki: I'm so pathetic... now that I think about it I was so focused on the game I didn't talk to Miri much... I'm really doing everything backwards.

Rei: It's okay even if you can't game.

Kazuki: Hm?

Rei: I'm gonna go home now. I need to clean. I'll leave Miri to you. 

Miri: *wakes up* Hm?

Kazuki: Miri, are you awake?

Miri: Kazuki-papa? Eh? Ah! Are you better now?!

Kazuki: *Laughs* Yeah! Completely! Seeing your face gives me 100 times more energy! Thank you.

Miri: *Giggles* Yeah!

Kazuki: I'll make you anything you want today as a thank you! What would you like?

Miri: Hmm... French toast!

Kazuki: Okay got it! ...is what I want to say but... Rei's is better than mine so you should get him to make it.

Miri: No. Today I want yours, Kazuki-papa!

Kazuki: Huh?

Miri: Rei-papa's french toast and your french toast are both the best in the world!

Kazuki: Ah... I see

***************

Everyone: Itadakimasu!

*Everyone eats*

Rei: Your french toast and mine really do taste a little different.

Kazuki: Hm? Well, the recipe was the same... but differences in cooking styles might make some difference in taste.

Rei: You learn a lot when you make it yourself. How hard it is...

Miri: Both of them are good!

Rei: and the happiness it gives.

Kazuki: I realized something too.

Rei: What?

Kazuki: When I'm doing night shifts, I can't spend time eating with you and Miri like this.

Ri: Ahh...

Kazuki: I'm going to stop taking night shifts. Nothing is more important than time with family! ...but we still have to think of what to do for a job. How do you even choose a job?

Rei: We don't even really have the option of being choosy.

Kazuki: Right...?

Rei: What about a house cleaning service?

Kazuki: Well it's not like we couldn't but.... Hmm... What about doing background checks?

Rei: I don't really want to leave the house. It would decrease my time with Miri.

Kazuki: Man, you... *sighs* What should we do?

Miri: *Happily eating*

Kazuki: Seeing her smiling face makes our troubles seem like nothing.

Rei: Miri, is it good?

Miri: Yeah!

Kazuki: We have enough for seconds! Do you want some?

Miri: I want it! But...

Rei: But?

Miri: I want to eat with everyone!

Kazuki: Everyone?

Miri: Yeah! Like Anna-chan, Kotori-chan, Hinata-chan, Taiga-kun and my friends at my new preschool! Everyone! I'm sure they'd all think it was good and be happy!

Rei: I see... then how about we make a whole bunch next time and invite everyone?

Miri: YAY!

Rei: If we invite the mom friends then it should make exchanging information smooth, right, Kazuki?

Kazuki: Everyone? Everyone! That's it!

Rei: What?

Kazuki: We should open a restaurant! Like Kyuu-chan! I can cook! And if it's french toast then you can make it perfectly. Besides, we've already got all the best equipment for coffee!

Rei: Hmmm... if the restaurant and our house are in the same place then we can always be with Miri.

Kazuki: What do you think, Rei?

Rei: It's not bad.

Kazuki: Okay! Then it's decided! Miri, we're opening a restaurant!

Miri: We're playing restaurant?

Kazuki: Not playing! A real one!

Miri: Rei-papa is unsociable so we can't!

Rei: Wha! Miri... where did you learn that?

Miri: Kazuki-papa says it! Unsociable!

Kazuki: W-well... we can do something about it with special training!

Rei: Ehh? Special training again?

Kazuki: Yeah, on days when you don't have housework.

Miri: It's okay, Rei-papa! I'll cheer you on lots!

Rei: Yeah... then I can probably do it.

Kazuki: Okay! So then where should we start? Should we start with a name?

Rei: No, shouldn't we find a location for it first?

Miri: I think there should be pictures on the wall at the restaurant! Should I draw some?

Kazuki: Yeah, please, Master Artist Miri! Ahh... Do we need to go to some government office to get permits?

Rei: Government offices again? I hate them.

Miri: It's okay! You just tell them to do as you say!

Kazuki: That's right! It will work out!

***************

Kazuki: Th-Thank you for waiting.

Rei: Here's your french toast and coffee... sir.

Kazuki: Eat up, Kyuu-chan!

Kyuutarou: Ita-

Kazuki: How is it?

Rei: Is it good?

Kyuutarou: I haven't eaten yet.

Kazuki: Ahh, right! Sorry.

Kyuutarou: Itadakimasu

Rei: It makes me nervous to have someone other than Kazuki and Miri eat it.

Kazuki: Well, he is a pro... and I don't think we'll be open long if we can't get approval from our peers... So how is it Kyuu-chan!?

Kyuutarou: Well... first of all, Kazuki. 

Kazuki: Yes!?

Kyuutarou: Your face is stiff and creepy. Stop fake smiling at the customers to try to flatter them.

Kazuki: Eh!?

Kyuutarou: Rei! 

Rei: Yes?

Kyuutarou: You're too blank faced. And you need to look the customers in the eye.

Rei: Okay...

Kazuki: So... how does it taste?

Kyuutarou: I think it's alright.

Kazuki/Rei: Oh!

Kyuutarou: So this is your answer?

Kazuki: Yeah! I don't know how long we can keep doing it... but this is a place for our family.

Rei: I'll do my best at work and spending time with Miri.

Kyuutarou: Yeah! Do your best at making your own family.

Kazuki: Oh! There's a customer! Rei!

Rei: Yeah.

Kazuki: Hello!

Rei: Welcome to Diner Nest!

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

I put up a little survey but no one answered it. How dare you all go on living your lives when I'm posting important things like whether or not I should post this all at once or break it up. So, this is YOUR fault it's been released as a whole ;).

A/N ::: NOT EVEN GONNA FUCKING LIE this was about 15 pages on Google Docs. BUT IN MY DEFENSE I have been working on this for 3 days. And if I'd been left alone like I wanted to be, I'd have not carried on and on like this. So, blame everyone around me that insists on interrupting me while I'm tryin' to write this story that wasn't supposed to be this damn long. ANY-DAMN-WAY. I hope someone out there reads this, despite it being the size of a damn Steinbeck piece of lit.

Disclaimer ::: This is NOT literature.

Seriously, please ... someone enjoy this.

C/W ::: Chifuyu x F.reader x Baji, cheating, sneaking around and sex.

WC ::: 4,765 (I'M SO SORRY. FR THIS TIME)

MDNI under the cut please and thank you.

When Chifuyu introduced you to the man he looked up to - his mentor - his hero, you didn't really think much of it at first. It didn't register how he stopped breathing when he shook your hand and said hello. How his eyes blew out, fully black. Lacking the subtlety of a man who wasn't your lover.

You weren't anything special. At least, you didn't think you were. Chifuyu introduced you as "the most pretty girl he's ever laid eyes on" and Baji couldn't deny that was the loudest truth he's ever heard. He'd never been so jealous of anyone as he is right now. But what could he do about it? Take you away from the man who was like a little brother to him?

He didn't want to. But he couldn't help how he felt when he was around you. He couldn't help how his mouth went dry when you said "Hi, Baj'! How are you today? Lovin' the hair as usual!" And you would wink at him thinking you looked like a total dork and then you'd skitter off to find Chifuyu.

It was easy to fall for you. Especially when you were so sweet, always asking how his day was, making him laugh, smiling that pretty smile at him. His heart was yours. But he knew yours belonged to Chifuyu. And it was getting to a point where he had trouble being around you two at the same time. He wasn't angry or anything. But his heart hurt.

It'd beat out of his chest whenever you'd sit down next to him on the couch or in the back seat of the car. He started to not come around as much.

And one day, you went over there to find Chifuyu because Mikey said that he was at Baji's place and it'd be fine if you popped over to get him.

So, you did just that. Except Chifuyu wasn't there. It was just Keisuke. And he was sitting on his bed with a book in his hand and a sad look in his eyes. 

He seemed surprised to see you when you approached his room. 

"Hey, Baj'," you said softly, "I'm sorry for coming over without calling first but I don't have your number." You leaned against his doorway with your hand on your hip. Smiling that goddamn smile of yours at him like you have absolutely no idea how he feels.

He shook his head. "It's okay. Chifuyu isn't here so if you were looking for him … you’re outta luck."

"Oh. Do you know where he is?"

"Nope. I don't think he's coming back here anytime soon either."

"Ah," you said, "so we're both out of luck."

Baji swallowed hard. "Yeah, ok. Well, bye, I guess. It was nice seeing you."

You smiled again. "Oh! O-ok, Baj'. Maybe I'll ... see you … I’ll see you ‘round."

He only had the strength to say "yeah, maybe" as you walked out of his room and out of his place. Because if he opened his mouth the only words that were going to come out were "I love you, y/n. Please give me a chance. I feel like I'm going to explode every time I'm in the same room with you and I don't get to touch your soft skin."

But he didn't say that. He couldn't. And he spent the rest of his night alone, wishing he had someone to hold him. Someone to tell him everything was going to be okay. Someone who loved him as much as he loved you. Someone who loved him as much as you loved Chifuyu.

You eventually tracked Chifuyu down and you told him about how sad Baji seemed tonight.

"Do you think I should go talk to him?" He asked.

"No," you replied. "I don't think he's in the mood to talk. He seemed really sad, though. He looked like he wanted to cry."

"Should we just leave him alone?"

"Yeah, I think so. But let's check on him tomorrow. Maybe he'll be more up to talking then."

"Ok. I hope so."

You didn't mean to, but you caught a glimpse of Chifuyu's face before he turned away. It was like he knew something. Like he knew that Baji had a crush on you. And maybe he did. Baji wasn't subtle at all. He was obvious and open and loud about his feelings. He wore them on his sleeve. And Chifuyu is the type to notice things. Especially about someone he already paid such close attention to. But none of this could be helped. Not really.

So, you left it alone.

A few weeks later, all the boys came over to hang out. And you sat down next to Baji on the couch like you usually did and you leaned your head on his shoulder. He tensed up and then relaxed. And you heard him sniffle a bit.

"Baj'? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said, voice breaking.

"You're crying."

He turned his face away from you and wiped his eyes. "Sorry, y/n. It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Hey, I'm your friend. I worry about you. What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just ... just … stupid shit. Ok? I don't wanna talk about it."

You nodded and patted his knee. "Ok, well, I'm here if you need me." And you got up and walked down the hallway to your room to grab a sweatshirt.

What you didn't know is that Baji got up and followed you. And when you turned around, he was standing there. He reached out and grabbed your hand. And he brought it up to his mouth and kissed it.

"B-Baji?"

"I'm sorry, y/n. I can't do this anymore."

"Do what?"

"I can't ... I can't sit here and watch you and Chifuyu be all lovey dovey. It's fucking with my head, ok? I don't want to feel this way but I do and it's killing me inside. I've tried to stop it. I've tried everything and nothing works."

You pulled your hand back. "What are you … Baji? I don't understand."

"I'm saying that I like you, ok? And I don't know how to stop."

"I understand that but why the fuck are you telling me this now? Jesus, Baj'." You sat down on your bed, folding the sweatshirt up on your lap and holding it close to your chest.

Baji sat down next to you and put his hand on your arm. "I know it's stupid and I know you and Chifuyu are happy together. But I need you to know. I need you to know how much you mean to me. How much I wish it was me instead of him."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. You didn't know Baji felt this way. You didn't think he ever looked at you like that. And you didn't know what to say. You were speechless.

"I'm sorry, y/n," he said again, "I'm sorry I fucked everything up. I'll go."

But before he could get up, you grabbed his wrist. "Wait," you said. "Don't go."

He turned back to you, face red and impossibly handsome. How had you never seen this before? How completely fucking beautiful he is. And how could you have missed the way he looked at you?

"I'm … sorry, Baj'. I'm sorry I never knew."

"It's not your fault, y/n. I don't blame you for anything. You can't help how you feel."

You nodded.

"What does that mean? Why are you nodding?"

You took his hand and held it in yours. "I don't know." The look in your eyes made him feel something he hadn't felt in so long. And he couldn't help but process that as some fresh new hell. Some new hurt. But still, he was stupidly hopeful.

Even though he didn't want to. He didn't want to think that maybe you could be his. But the way you looked at him right then gave him the tiniest bit of hope that maybe it was possible.

"Y/n? Babe? Where're ya at?" You pulled your hand from Baji's and put them on your lap.

"Sh-shit!" Baji said. "We're in here, Chifuyu. The bedroom." He said as casually as he could muster.

"Tryin' steal my girl, asshole?" Chifuyu laughed half-heartedly.

Baji did not. "Nah, man. Just talking. Catching up."

"Yeah. Ok. Well, Mikey says time to go."

"Shit, already? It's only been an hour."

"Yeah, he wants us all at his place. So, we should go. Don't wanna keep the boss waiting."

"Right. Ok, let's go." Baji got up and walked past Chifuyu without looking him in the eyes. "See ya around, y/n."

"Bye, Baj’-i. Baji." you said. You didn't know what to say. You didn't know what to do.

Baji left and Chifuyu looked at you with a frown. "What's wrong, babe?"

"Nothing."

"Doesn't look like nothing."

"It's nothing, really. Baji was just telling me about some ... something. No biggie. So you're leaving?" You got up and hugged him, trying not to think about the few minutes you and Baji had alone in your room. Holding hands on your bed.

Chifuyu hugged you back. "Yeah, sorry. Mikey says it's important. So, I gotta go. But I'll be back in the morning. Promise."

"Ok, well, I'll talk to you later, yeah? Be safe, Chi." You kissed him and he kissed you back like it was as easy to do as breathing and that broke you down a little bit more than you had anticipated.

What the hell is happening, you wondered. No, you knew what was happening. What is happening. And it was bad. It was so fucking bad. Because you couldn't stop thinking about Baji and his sweet face and his sad eyes. And how it would be nice to hold him and kiss him and make him feel better.

But that was insane. Wasn't it? You loved Chifuyu. You didn't want to be with anyone else. But then why did you feel this way? Why did you want to call Baji and tell him you felt the same?

You didn't know what to do. You were lost. And it was getting harder to pretend you were okay. Especially when you were around Baji. Especially especially when you were around Baji and Chifuyu at the same time.

So, you got into your bed and you texted Chifuyu a good night and a "miss you already" and you waited for him to text you his usual good night text.

It wasn't long and your phone vibrated. You smiled and picked it up next to you on the bed. Picking it up, you were anticipating what cute little thing Chifuyu was going to say to you.

Your smile only grew more wide when you saw it wasn't Chifuyu who'd texted you. 

It was Baji.

"What you doin', y/n?" He asked.

"Hi Baj'. I'm in bed. What you doin'?"

"Same. Just wanted to say g'night."

"Oh, ok. Well, thanks. G'night, Baji. Sweet dreams, yeah?"

"Gonna try and dream about you. And you can't stop me so don't come over here and try to or anything dumb like that, y/n. Got it?"

You surprised yourself: not only with how hard you laughed but that you were up and out of your bed before you knew what happened. Throwing on some leggings and a hoodie and heading out the front door.

Apparently, heading to Baji's place.

"Jesus Christ," he laughed when he opened the door. "Did you sprint here? You're a fucking mess."

"Yeah? Thanks! Anyway, I did run here. And I'm here, aren't I? You're not the only one who can't sleep." Your breathing started to level out after a minute or two of standing there with him.

He couldn't deny that he was missing how your chest heaved when your breathing was heavy. Even behind the baggy sweatshirt. He was missing the way your eyes sparkled in the dark. The way your hair looked messy and adorable. He was missing everything about you.

Until you got there, that is.

"Come in," he said, "make yourself at home."

"Thank you. So, what's up? Why can't you sleep?"

He shrugged. "Don't know. Just thinking too much."

"About?"

He rolled his eyes. "You know about what."

You nodded. "I do. And I think we need to talk about it, yeah? It's getting weird."

Baji swallowed and nodded. "Yeah. You're making things really awkward, y/n. I don't know how much more I can take - going on like this. You're a real pain in my ass."

You gasped, exaggerating hurt feelings and pushed him over on the living room couch. You climbed on top of him before you even knew what was happening.

And though you were only intending to tickle him and make him suffer in the most innocent way, it quickly evolved into something neither one of you had any business exploring with one another.

You felt his hands on your hips and his lips on yours before you had time to process it. And you had no idea what was going on.

You didn't know what to do.

But you knew you didn't want to stop. You didn't want to stop him.

"B-Baji," you said, pulling back just a bit. "Ffffuck! Baj'! Wh-what the hell!"

"I don't know," he said, "I just ... I couldn't help it."

"Yeah, well … neither can I. But we have to stop. We can't do this. We can't do this to Chifuyu! Fuck, man!"

You pulled back and jumped off him. And you started pacing around the living room.

"We can't do this, Baj'. We can't do this to him. We can't."

Baji got up and grabbed your waist, spinning you around to face him. He pulled you flush against the front of his body and kissed you again.

Harder this time.

With more purpose.

And you didn't have the strength to push him away.

You gave in.

Because you wanted to feel him. You wanted to be touched by him and you wanted to touch him. And you couldn't help yourself.

But you knew it was wrong. You knew it was bad.

"Baj'," you said, "we can't. We can't do this." You said between breaths and smashing your lips against his. You had your hands twisted and tangled up in his long, dark hair. Pulling on it as though it would get you even closer to him than you already were.

But it wouldn't.

It couldn't.

And you knew that. You both knew that.

But you couldn't stop. And it didn't matter that you had no idea what was going to happen after tonight.

All you could focus on is what was happening right now.

And right now, you were kissing Baji like it was the last thing you were ever going to do. Like he was the last person you were ever going to touch. Like he was the one who mattered the most.

Like you were never going to be the same again.

Because you weren't.

And you knew you weren't.

So, you did the only thing you could do in this situation:

You said fuck it and kept kissing him.

You said fuck it to what you and Chifuyu had.

You said fuck it to your morals. Fuck it to your conscience. Fuck it all.

Nothing had ever felt so right.

Not in a long time.

Not since you started dating Chifuyu.

And that's when you knew. You knew it was never going to be over, this thing that was blooming between you and Baji.

And you weren't sure what you were going to do about that.

So, you let Baji kiss you and hold you and make love to you that night. You let him because you needed it. You needed him.

And you knew that no matter what happened, it was never going to be the same.

Because you couldn't live without Baji.

Not anymore.

Not now that you'd seen him and touched him and loved him.

No, it wasn't going to be the same. Not ever.

And you were okay with that.

You were okay with it because you knew that it was always supposed to be like this.

Baji was always supposed to be yours.

And you were always supposed to be his.

You were always supposed to be together.

And it felt like the universe was finally putting everything back where it was always supposed to be.

You were complete.

And you had no idea what that meant or what it was going to lead to.

A couple of weeks after this started, Chifuyu asked you to go out with him and Baji. He said it wasn't going to be anything special. Not a date, though, just the three of you going out for dinner, maybe drinks.

You said yes.

Because you couldn't say no.

And Baji couldn't either.

You couldn't look at Chifuyu because you felt so bad.

But you had to.

You had to look at him.

You wanted to tell him.

You wanted to tell him everything.

You wanted to tell him how you felt.

You wanted to tell him how you were feeling about Baji. About him. About you and Chifuyu's relationship as it stood now. About you and Baji's relationship. That shouldn't even exist.

But it did.It does. 

And you weren't sure how to explain that.

You weren't sure how to tell him that you'd fallen in love with his best friend.

You weren't sure how to tell him that you were fucking said best friend and that it wasn't just sex.

It was love.

It was so much more than anything you’d ever experienced.

So, you sat there.

You sat there next to Chifuyu, holding his hand.

And you sat there across from Baji, your feet touching under the table at the booth. Your eyes staring back at the other's for longer than should have been acceptable.

"I'm gonna go grab some water," Chifuyu said, "you guys want anything else?"

"Nah, I'm good," Baji said.

"Me too," you said.

He nodded and walked over to the counter.

And Baji leaned forward. "We can't do this, y/n. We can't keep this up. I can't keep going like this. I can't keep sitting across from you and pretending like I don't want to rip your fucking clothes off and eat your pussy for the next 4 hours. That I don't want to fuck you stupid. I'm fucking getting hard right now just talking about it, y/n! Fuck."

"I know. I know, Baj'. This is killing me. I feel like I'm going to explode."

"What are we going to do? I can't lose you. And I won't lose Chifuyu. He's my best friend. But you're my, goddamn it y/n ... you're my soulmate."

"I … what?"

He nodded. "Yeah. And I know that sounds crazy and stupid but it's the truth. We were made for each other. I feel it. Do you feel it?"

"I , Baj'. I do. But we can't keep this up. We can't do this to Chifuyu."

Neither of you noticed him walk up to the table. "Do what to me? What are you guys goin' on about?"

Baji and you looked at each other. "Nothing," you said.

"You were talkin' about me, weren't you? Did you guys have a fight or something? Is that why you're over here whispering and shit?"

"N-no!" Baji said. "No, we didn't have a fight or anything like that. We were just talking, man. Just talking."

Chifuyu didn't seem to believe him. He squinted his eyes at the two of you and then shrugged. "Ok. Whatever. Anyway, here's your water. What do you guys want to eat?"

You didn't know. You didn't know what you wanted to eat. You didn't know if you wanted to eat. Ever again. All you could think about is how much this was going to hurt Chifuyu. And how much it was going to hurt Baji. And you.

But you had no choice.

You had to tell him.

You had to tell Chifuyu.

And you couldn't put it off any longer.

"Chi, Baj' has something he wants to tell you!" you yelled out so loudly the whole restaurant stopped whatever they were doing to stare at the disruptive girl.

"The FUCK, y/n!" Baji yelled back at you. "What the fuck are you doing?!" He hissed at you.

You shrugged. "I can't do this anymore, Baj'. I can't keep hiding it. I can't keep lying. It's not fair to him."

"You're gonna fucking do it now?"

You nodded.

And Chifuyu looked between the two of you. "What the hell is going on? What are you guys hiding?"

"I ... um ... we ... we've been sleeping together," Baji said, hanging his head.

"You fucking what?" Chifuyu looked at you. "You've been fucking my best friend? Behind my back? Are you fucking kidding me, y/n? You're fucking kidding me. This isn't funny. This isn't funny at all."

"I'm sorry, Chi. I didn't mean for this to happen. It just did. It's not like we planned it or anything. It just happened."

"Yeah, it just happened! That's real fucking convenient. You just accidentally fell onto his dick. Real fucking nice, y/n. I can't believe you. I can't believe either of you. You know what? Fuck this shit. You guys deserve each other. I hope you're happy together." Chifuyu threw his napkin down on the table and stormed out of the restaurant.

Leaving you and Baji at the table and everyone in there staring at you again.

You got up and started to chase after Chifuyu. Baji just sat there, taking a sip of his drink. "Fuckin' shit," he said, "this was a bad idea."

You found Chifuyu outside, sitting on a bench next to the entrance of the restaurant. "H-hey," you said, sitting down next to him.

"Leave me alone, y/n. I don't want to talk to you."

"I know. I'm sorry, ok? I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you, Chi. You know that, right? You know I would never want to hurt you on purpose."

"Yeah, well, you did. You did hurt me. And you have been hurting me for weeks."

"Chi, you have to under- wait, what did you just say? You've known about this? Chi!"

"Yeah, I fucking knew about it. I'm not an idiot. I could tell you guys had something going on. And I let it go because I thought it was nothing. I thought it was a crush or something. I thought I could trust you BOTH to do the right thing here. Instead, you've been fucking each other - behind my back, for weeks and NOT telling me how you felt. You know, the worst part is, I'm not even that surprised. Baji is great. You're great. It was inevitable that you two would find your way into each other's arms. I mean, come on, now. You'd have to be fucking blind to not want to be with either of you."

"I'm so sorry, Chi." You had tears running down your face. But you weren't sure why you were crying. It was all just a lot to process. Chifuyu's reaction, Baji's lack of reaction. All of it.

"It's fine. I'm not mad at you, y/n. I'm mad at Baji. And I'm mad at myself for not seeing this coming. For not stopping it before it went too far. For being in love with you when you're clearly in love with him."

You didn't know what to say. You didn't know what to do. So, you just sat there.

And you let Chifuyu talk.

"I think I knew it was happening before it did. I tried to ignore it. I tried to pretend like it wasn't a big deal. But it was. And it still is."

"I'm so sorry, Chi. I … honest to God never ... ever never wanted to hurt you."

"But you did. And I can't forgive you for that. I don't know if I ever will. And we can't be together anymore. Not now."

"I understand." You had to choke out those words. They were getting caught in your throat as you tried not to sob.

"Fuck. Don't cry, y/n. We can still be friends. I mean, I don't hate you or anything. I'll just never trust you with anything important. Ever again. Like, ever."

"I know. I know, Chi. I get it."

He nodded. "Ok. Well, I'm gonna go. You should go back in there and talk to Baji. Tell him what happened. He deserves to know how badly he fucked up."

"Y- … I will."

"Good. Take care, y/n. And tell him I said good luck with you. That he's dating a whore, liar and cheater. Tell him I said to have fun with that."

You forced yourself to laugh. You knew Chifuyu well enough to know he didn't mean everything he just said to you. Maybe ⅔’s of it. Though you wouldn't bet money on which ⅔’s he was referring to.

Walking back to the restaurant you saw Baji sitting at the table. His shoulders slumped down and his head hung over the table.

"Hey," you said, sitting down across from him.

"What happened? Did you find Chifuyu?"

"Yeah. He was outside. He left"

"Oh. Ok."

"He knows, Baj'. He knew all along."

"Fuck, y/n! Why didn't you tell me that? You should have told me that. Jesus Christ, man! That changes everything."

"I didn't know he knew! Stop yelling at me! You're just as responsible for this shit as I am! Maybe more!"

"Yeah, ok. Whatever. It's done. Let's just go home."

"What? Home? Where is home?"

"You know where it is. My place. You know, the place you've been fucking me every night for the past 2 weeks. The place where you've been sleeping with me and lying to my best friend. Yeah, that home. You remember that one, right?"

"Yeah, I'm familiar." You scowled at him.

"Ok, good." He stood from the table and walked toward the exit, not waiting for you.

You followed him out, running to catch up. You walked next to him in silence, the tension thick in the air around you.

Neither of you had any idea what was going to happen next.

You didn't know if you were going to be together. after this. If you should be together after this.

And you didn't know what to do about it.

So, you did the only thing you could: You kept walking until you got to Baji's house.

And when you got there, you went inside.

Because you didn't want to think about anything else.

The emptiness you felt in the fresh absence of Chifuyu was so painful that you wanted to escape this reality. And the only way to do that was to let yourself be whisked away by Baji in the little fantasy world the two of you had created a couple of weeks ago in his room.

He pulled you down onto the bed and rest his hand on the curve of your waist and he put his forehead against yours.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"Sorry?" You whispered back to him. All the while, thinking about his lips and the rest of him and how it was all yours for the taking now. You could have him in his entirety.

You didn't know what you were going to do with that.

"Yeah. I'm sorry for all this. I shouldn't have fallen in love with you. I knew better."

"Baj'. You're not the only one who fell here. I love you too. So hard and so fast. I don't know what the fuck happened."

He kissed your mouth, his lips just grazing yours. It sent a jolt down your spine. You know that kiss. You know what it means. The look in his eyes. On his face. You'd become well acquainted with Baji's everything over the last few weeks.

Except now, it didn't hurt to acknowledge it. That you liked it. That you sat around, fantasizing about it when you weren't together. And that you thought about him more than you wanted to admit to yourself.

You wrapped your hand around the back of his head and held him tightly by the hair, pulling him on top of you. He pushed into you, grinding his hips against yours as he kissed you with a ferocity that you couldn't deny.

You were never going to be the same after tonight.

Not ever.

Not after Baji.

@kazutora-kurokawa @katkusuo @viburnt @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82

[thelunarfairy]

Okay, let's talk about something random

Omg, it's so embarrassing >.<

So, it's been a while since I created this account and I've already gained some followers, thank you all for that :3 (it means you like the crazy things I post)

So I wanted to talk a little about myself (even though I think no one cares XD)

Ok, I'm going to be serious now XDDD

I created this account because I really like JSHK and I wanted to talk about some crazy ideas or theories about the series and I felt welcomed here ^u^

I want you to know that a lot of things I post are just some crazy ideas that I occasionally have and that it's okay if you disagree, be kind S2 or if you agree I'll be happy if you want to talk to me about it :3

In fact, I hope you feel free to talk to me if you want, whether with an Ask or a message, I love talking about JSHK, if you also love and like crazy theories you can come talk to me if you want.

Don't take the things I say here too seriously, about the theories specifically, I may change my mind in the future or it's just crazy in my head, the most important thing for me is not to be right, but to have fun!

I'm trying to unravel the story in the most entertaining way I can, so it's okay with me if I'm wrong about the things I post (because no one other than Aidairo knows what's actually going to happen) XDD

Anyway, that's it.

Some other information that I don't know if you're interested in but I'll leave it here.

I am a girl

I'm Brazilian, I'd like to make that clear because if there are any Brazilians who also want to talk to me, feel free! (Sou brasileira, gostaria de deixar isso claro porque se tiver algum brasileiro que também queira falar comigo sinta-se a vontade!)

I speak English and Portuguese

I post randomly, but I usually post a lot because I tend to create theories and crazy ideas out of completely nothing.

Anyway, that's all, if you've read this far, thank you very much for giving me your attention :3

Bye bye~

Index

THEORIES:

Amane's Darkness

Could it be that in the time of Amane

Amane's past

The house and the fire

Hanako-kun's Big Puzzle

Predictions of the tragedy

These hands…

The Cursed Seal

ANALYZES:

The monster inside Hanako

One of the mysteries of the Yugi twins

Hands on the walls

The irony of life and Hanako's karma

The forecast

Did you notice?

When you remember that at some point, Hanako will have to say goodbye to Tsukasa again…

Amane's disease

"Red Thread of Fate"

Okay, let's talk about Mitsuba

Amane's possessiveness and insecurity

Natsuhiko and the mysterious door

The relationship between Tsukasa, Yashiro and Amane

Tsukasa's relationship with the red house

Yugi Tsukasa's mother

Sixth sense or predestined death?

Oh my, Yashiro is interested in a lot of boys

Yashiro and Tsukasa's Relationship

YUGI TWINS

The melancholy love of the Yugi twins

Did Tsukasa do this?

Hanako's mental age

I wish I could hear his voice

FINDINGS:

Hanako's boundary

Tsukasa's toys

ASKS:

About Yorishiro 1

Spelling errors and pronouns

Twin stars 1 || Twin stars 2

Tsukasa’s emotions 1 || Tsukasa's emotions 2

Tsukasa's parents

Sumire

Tsukasa's kiss

Hanako's feeling seeing tsukasa for the first time

Nene-chan and I are the same!

Could Hanako have done something to stop Tsukasa's kiss with Nene?

The mysterious hand 1 || The mysterious hand 2

Tsukasa image analysis

Tsukasa's behavior

Who do you think is gonna confess first? Hanako or nene?

Hanako's duty

HANENE:

A post about Hanene

Yashiro's wish and Hanako's self-control

Hanako's cute side

Nene ankles

She was exposed

Does Amane remember?

Hanako and Yashiro's tragic love

Reblog

Hanako-kun's jealous punishment

Hanako's look of desire and love

I still want to see this date, right Aidairo?

The insecurity

Hanene reblog

It was the first time a girl said she liked me, it made me happy…

The active Hanako and the passive Amane

Hanene reblog 2

The moment when Hanako fell in love with Yashiro

Details

But what about Amane and Yashiro's date?

Zombie Hanako and his wish

I know what you did here huh, Aidairo

Hanene reblog 3

This scene

RANDOM:

The invisible ghost

Yashiro Nene priorities

Natsuhiko's love potion

A compilation of jealous Hanako-kun

Tsunene reblog

Tsukasa reblog

Hanako reblog

Yugi twins

Okay, it's cute but

Just a compilation of random Hanene moments

Kou reblog

Just a compilation of random photos of Tsukasa

Just Tsukasa and Mitsuba being happy friends

Amane's Possessiveness reblog

Just a bunch of random photos of two idiots (Kou and Mitsuba)

Just Hanako-kun blushing or embarrassed

Nene and Aoi

A funny detail about the hamsters' space wars

Backstage 1

A tiny Tsukasa trying to put a birthday hat on top of his hat

Just a little ghost and an exorcist boy being best friends

Strangely similar….

"We're the same"

Karma

Hanako and Tsuchigomori

Just Tsukasa having his patience tested

I've been thinking (Tsukasa and Hanako)

[arvensimp]

Yo! I love your writing so much! Thank you so much for making this. Can we have some jealous arven 🥪🥪🥪

Thank you!!!! And okay!!! So I have another jealous Arven request w specific characters already, so I hope you don't mind the one I chose for this one heheh

-

Green Eyed Tera-Type

Jealous!Arven x reader

No gendered pronouns used. Arven is a rude young man.

--

"Bye!" You call to the other trainers leaving the raid as you adjust your bag a bit on your shoulders and make your way down the hill.

"You've been going into those crystal caves a lot lately," Arven says as he joins you. "Are you sure it's safe?"

"Well...." You reply, your voice gaining pitch as you draw out the word. "Jacq isn't entirely sure..."

"Seriously?!"

"But! I mean, who else could be safer than a champion in there, right?"

Arven sighs, his shoulders slumping. "I guess... It'd still probably be best if you didn't go in at all..."

"Who else would take care of the terastallized pokemon then? Besides, I'm finding some other powerful trainers in there, and I think we're working up a pretty good system of getting the pokemon calmed."

That seems to settle Arven a bit. "Really?"

"Yeah. We all have to be powerful enough to battle them, but with a good team strategy we can get them down quickly."

"Huh..." Arven pauses a bit. "Maybe you should introduce Nemona to them."

You laugh. "Maybe! Not yet though. I love Nemona, you know that, but she's...a lot... I kinda wanna keep at least one of'em to myself for the time being. At least for his own sake. Nemona would definitely scare him off."

Arven bristles, but you don't notice.

"Oh? ...Him? Who is this guy?"

"Haven't learned his name yet. He's really quiet. I don't think he quite knows our language well yet because when he speaks it's with a really thick Unovan accent. He's super strong though. He understands his pokemon really well. It's crazy impressive. He's got a huge dragon."

"Yeah, well, so do you." Arven retorts, sounding defensive. You stop.

"Yeah. I know. I was there. You gave him to me. Technically, I think the PokeBall is still registered to the professor. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing," Arven replies, continuing along the path. "I guess I just don't get what's so great about this guy."

-

The next time you leave a crystal cave with the black electricity crackling around it, Arven seems to be in a foul mood.

"So did you see that Team Plasma guy again?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, you said he was Unovan."

"Are you being for real right now?" You laugh. "Just because he's Unovan doesn't mean he's a member of Team Plasma. C'mon. That's gotta be racist or something."

Arven huffs. "Well, did you ask?"

"What? If he was a member of a terrorist organization? No. I didn't."

"I'm just saying..." Arven grumbles, and you let it go for the time being.

-

It's a week or so before you run into the Unovan again, so this time you decide to ask him along to your exit to the cave. May as well, right? You more or less communicate with your rotom phone the desire to strategize and talk about pokemon, so he agrees. You offer your hand so as not to lose him in the trek out, and he follows you out into the light.

In hindsight, maybe offering your hand like that was a bad idea? Because waiting there at the entrance was Arven, and when he sees you with the Unovan, you feel like you've done something wrong, somehow.

You don't have a claim on Arven. You're not dating him, and he's not dating you. You're also not dating the Unovan. There's nothing to feel bad about, yet...

"Arven!" You call out to him before he has a chance to turn tail and leave. "I wanted to introduce you to that friend I was telling you about from the raids."

He stops and turns back to the two of you with an uncomfortable look.

You gesture to your new friend. "Arven, this is... Uh... N. Just N, right? I'm saying it right?"

N nods and holds his hand out to Arven. "Good day, I am charmed." He says with an exceedingly thick accent.

Arven narrows his eyes and tentatively shakes N's hand.

"Uh...Yeah. Hi."

"I told N we should do some team strategizing for different teratypes and invited him for lunch."

You feel like you can see the hair on Arven's head stand on edge like an angry maschiff "But I was going to make us lunch." He whispers to you in frustrated tones.

"I know, I know... I'm sorry, I didn't think I'd see him again, since there's no guarantee when these things happen. We can eat somewhere if you like. All three of us? My treat? I don't want to waste your good food."

That seems to calm him somewhat. "...Fine. But you're playing translator, too."

At the restaurant, Arven makes a show of being the one to sit next to you in the booth, which you don't particularly mind. Having him next to you will make it easier for you to swipe food off his plate without him noticing.

After you all get through ordering, you and N start the ordeal of figuring out how you'd best like to approach different teratype/regular type pokemon combinations.

Arven sits there, quietly stewing, unless he has something to offer by way of insight regarding typing related to his own team of Pokemon or Pokemon he faced in the wild that left a strong impression.

N meanwhile proves a little difficult to communicate with, even with translation devices. It's not his fault; just shortcomings of the technology. You all work through it as patiently and politely as you can (Arven a little less so, admittedly), and by the time the food arrives you think you might have a simple outline. Nothing crazy, but it's a start.

Arven's the one to break the subject from the raids. "So, uh. Why are you here? Why'd you leave Unova or wherever?" You give Arven a harsh look for the blunt question, but N only tilts his head and gestures to your phone, so you type in the question to your translator. Once he's had the chance to listen in his native language he thinks for a moment before responding.

"I love pokemon. I want to do good with pokemon and see how...people and pokemon can...live together good?" He phrases it like a question, you imagine, because his grammar isn't perfect, and he's aware of it.

"You couldn't do that at home?" He retorts.

"Arven!"

N holds up a hand, seeming to get the gist.

"Home is......hard. I need to learn for myself. Unova is different...culture."

You nod, understanding.

Arven sees that and speaks up. "Yeah, I've heard about how Unovans treat their Pokemon. Didn't you all literally have a terrorist group nearly wipe out your elite four and gym league or whatever?"

You kick Arven under the table, and N very visibly bristles.

"Team Plasma." He says in the Unovan language (Galarian? They're the same language, right? Fuck, Salvatore definitely taught you better than this), but you both get the gist. N opens his mouth again then closes it and moves to his phone to have it translate for him. "Plasmid Group brainwashed people of innocence. I do not agree with them. They are unfortunate recent history."

"See, Arven?" You scold. "What did I tell you?"

"Whatever..." Arven slumps down in the booth a bit.

From there, the meal continues on a bit awkwardly, but you and N are able to continue working through your plan. He seems surprisingly unbothered by Arven's attitude, so you just kinda let it go.

The meal ends without further incident, so you usher both men from the restaurant and back outside.

The three of you dawdle for a moment, and it's clear that Arven is very uncomfortable. N meanwhile seems to be none the wiser.

You break the silence. "So..."

Before you can continue, N pulls out a PokeBall and releases his dragon whose name you don't entirely remember. He climbs up on its neck while Arven blanches at your side.

N reaches out a hand to you. "You like to ride together?"

You look up at him incredulously, thinking about the possibility of getting on top of such a large pokemon. It's definitely a lot bigger than your usual ride around the region.

"Absolutely not," Arven interjects, getting between the two of you.

"A-Arven?!"

"Just... No. Okay?" He whispers to you without turning his face from N. "Please?"

You look up at N and slide your hand into Arven's. He squeezes it gratefully.

"Sorry, but no thank you. I'll see you at another raid?"

N shrugs, then perks up like he just had an idea, then lifts his phone. "Number change?"

"O-oh! Uh..." You look to Arven. He frowns but makes no other sign to stop you.

"Sure."

N tosses his phone down to you, and you plug your number in quickly and send yourself a text before tossing it back up.

N looks at his phone then back to you and smiles.

"Okay! Until another time!" Then he flies off with a wave that has yours and Arven's hair fluffing in the resulting wind.

Once the dust has settled, Arven breathes out a major sigh of relief.

"What was that?" You both ask at the same time

"What was what?" Again you jinx one another.

"That pokemon?!"

"That behavior?!"

[misguidedasgardian]

I want to steal the bride (4)

4. The Tull between man and maid

MASTERLIST

Summary: Aemond’s mission of showing you he is the right man for you is in motion

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x BestFriend!Reader

Warnings: cursing, use of “stereotypes”, I don’t want to say “eating disorder” but I do will say inaccurate methods of dieting, extreme dieting even, sex toys! haha, Aemond is a slut, might miss some warnings, but you know what this is about

Wordcount: 4,7 k

Notes: sorry, this is a mess, I tried from my computer, the doc would download so I send it to my phone… IDKsorry

Aemond’s face twisted in so many hilarious ways

You had asked him if you could drive Cregan to the airport, of course you went with him, so, now, he was sitting in the car, waiting for you to say your goodbyes to your fiance, who was straight up eating your face

“That's cool”, he mumbled, again, if a policeman would be close, he would have detained you both for indecency 

“What's he gonna do, eat her?”, he whispered, trying to look everywhere but them, but it was impossible 

“Come on, come on, come on”, he whined, gripping the wheel so tight his knuckles were white. You were eating eachtoher’s faces! how could you breathe?.

You were hugging Cregan against you tightly, you didn’t want to let go of him, I mean, you were going to see him again in a couple of days, but still

“Okay, take a breath, take a breath, take a…”, you finally separated from him, as you heard the last call for his flight 

“Thanks, Aemond”, you thanked him sweetly, looking back at him

“Yeah, have a... great flight”, he said to Cregan, he couldn’t wait until he had you all to himself again

“Bye. Thanks, mate”, he said shortly, to turn back to you and give you a last kiss and a light squeeze on your ass 

“Come on”, Aemond growled, where you into that? according to that weird smile on your face, oh you were!

  

“I love you, Cregan”

“Bye”, he whispered against your lips, “I love you”

  

“Bye”, you said sweetly, and finally let go of him

Aemond hated the way you all smiley and giddy get up in the car again  

“Oh, God”, you whispered, like a teenager in love 

“Need some ChapStick?”, he said, bored, passing the little stick, you grabbed it quickly and put it in your lips quickly 

“Yeah”

  

“So, what church are we going to?”

  

“The Great sept on Rhaenys’ hill”, you said with a wide smile 

You were so happy, you didn’t want to let go of him, you had such an amazing night! Cregan had come back to your apartment all happy, and… motivated… after he learns how to… dunk? whatever that was it certainly spurred him on, and you were thankful for that 

  

“Thank you for coming with me to meet the High Septon”, you said back, smiling at you best friend

“Oh, it's no problem”, said Aemond, happy to have you all to himself again

“He is the sweetest man”, you continued

“Yeah?”, he asked, asking you to continue your story

“Yeah, he married my parents and insisted on coming to Winterfell in order to do my wedding”, you told him excitedly, and he got to sneak a peek at your beautiful face, that always lit up when you spoke about your parents, specially your father

You told him the story as Aemond drove skillfully into town, and sooner that he’d hoped, you were both getting out of the car in the great septon’s parking lot

“Why didn't Cregan stay and do this with you?”, he asked, hoping to find a weak spot

“Well, it was more important for him to go back to Winterfell to petition the Grand Council, so Cregan and I could get married”, you told him with an excited smile

“I don't know, what's a Gran… What's that mean?”, he asked, seriously conflicted

“Well, I'm not Northerner, and his family is kind of, like, you know…”, you said with a excited smile on your face

“What…?”, he asked, stopping in his tracks

“Royalty”, you giggled like you were a little girl finally turning into a real princess

“Royalty?”, he asked, pale as paper, “what is he, like a king?”, he asked then

“No, no”, you dismissed, and he could breathe more freely, “he's a Lord”, you finished before getting inside the great sept through the side door, he only stood there, mouth wide open

“A Lord!?”, he asked to the heavens 

He quickly followed you inside to see you hiding the High Septon

  

“Ah, (Y/N), darling”, he said, hugging you tightly

“Septon Eustace”, you greeted with a smile on your face

“And this must be the lucky young man who's marrying our beautiful (Y/N)”, he said looking at Aemond

“Oh, no. I'm not marrying him”, you laguhed, and Aemond didn’t like how quickly you responded to that 

“No”, he whispered, nodding to the man, greeting him with a handshake

“This is Aemond, my maid of honor”, you introduced, the man now looked at him with an arched eyebrow

“Maid of honor?”, he asked, a sweet smile appearing on his face

“Yes”, he said, embarrassed of his tittle 

“Well, how about that?”, to aemond’s and your surprise, the man hugged Aemond tightly then, patting his back, “we have many gay and lesbian members of the congregation”, he said lovingly, “welcome”, Aemond heard you suffocate a giggle with your hand, and didn’t corrected him, and well, he didn’t bother to either

“Thank you”, he said faking a smile

Fool

“Thank you, Septon”, you said with a smile, as he invited both of you into his office in one of the wings of the HIgh Sept

“So, let's talk about the wedding”, he eased, as he sat down in a long, old, wooden table and chairs

“Okay”, yous aid excitedly

“I need to get some details about you and, uh…”

  

“Cregan”, you fulfilled dreamly

“Cregan. Cregan, yes”, he corrected with a easy smile, “I want to work it into the ceremony”

“Well, it was such a whirlwind, really…”, you said nervously, Aemond watched you closely, aching an eyebrow

“Yes, well, enlighten me”, encouraged the Septon, “tell me about him…”, and you didn’t know what to say! Aemond draw a smile on his face, yours feel blank instead

“(Y/N), darling?”, he called, wanting to laugh, you looked at him wide eyed, not knowing what to say, but he calmed himself, he couldn’t gloat yet

This was his opportunity to explode the fact that you didn’y know thi guy, that you were ruching into things with him… this is it!

 “(Y/N), I think it's important to dig deep here for the vows and tell Septon Eustace all that you know about Cregan”, he said softly, going over the table and squeezing your hand reassuringly, “all that you love about him”, he said simply, “not just the obvious stuff, but those unique characteristics that are Cregan”, he kept going, sinking the knife deeper, “those things that… make you laugh and say, "That's so Cregan.", he said with a “sweet” smile, but you didn’t see the melevolence in it 

“Right”, you drawled, still nervous, like you were being quizzed 

  

“And then, you know, maybe you could get some information from Cregan and emphasize their unique bond”, said Aemond looking at the Septon, “Their shared history”

“Of course”, conceded the old man

“We could talk about love at first sight”, you offered weakly

After all, that’s what you felt with Cregan

When he tapped ont he window of your car, and you saw him for the first time, you truly thought you were done for, it only took one look, to know this man was there to stay, that is how you felt, maybe it was childish, but that is how you felt, but somehow, you couldn’t say it aoutloud, you looked at Aemond next to you, holding your hand, he was being sweet and patient, he was trying, but you knew how much of a cinic he could be, and somehow, you didn’t want him to see this part of you.

Love Slut

He had called you

  

“Well, that's always a crowd pleaser, but…”, muttered the Septon not quite convinced, but then he smiled encouragingly at you, “(Y/N), elaborate”, he begged softly, “tell me more about him. How you feel about him”, he tried, “where did you meet?”

“In Winterfell”, you answered, sneaking a glance at Aemond 

  

“That Old valyrian church”, whispered aemond, loud enough for the bot of you to hear, yours and the Septon attention were drawn to him

“What?”, he asked

“Your first summer in King’s Landing!”, Aemond said, standing up from his seat, “you were dating a guy who worked on the Citadel and he asked you to move in with him”, he said, and you remembered perfectly what he was talking about

“And I wasn’t quite sure”, you completed

“Anyway, that was around the time they were doing excavations outside the city, and they discovered this old Valyrian church with old paintings in them, perfectly preservated…”, he said excitedly, “you discovered the artist that amde them and became obsessed with his painting of this woman, a high priestest, with fire…”, he then turned to the Septon,  “(Y/N) said "That painting captured the essence of that woman better than any photograph”, he finished

“I can't believe you came to remember that”, you whispered, amrvelled, you barely remembred it until now!”

“I also remember that she freaked because she said she felt more passionate about that painting than she did about Mr.... Citadel”, he said triumpahntly, “and she wondered if she ever could meet somebody that could make her feel as passionate as that work of art”, he said looking and smiling warmly at you, you smiled softly 

“That's good. That's good”, the High Septon cheered, writing it on his notepad, “The painting of Old Valyria”, he scribbled, “Now I know why you picked him to be maid of honor”, he said smiling at you, you only laughed nervously

Oh gods…

You couldn’t believe he remembered that! the way you felt, you even thought it was silly, and Aemond remembered it all! how insane was that? 

Could he be possibly leaving his inmature side of him behind him? could he be growing into a more sinsitive… more caring person? 

. . .

“Come on. Who's ready to lose some money tonight? Because I'm feeling lucky”, said Criston entering Aemond’s appartement, with Adamm in tow, but what he found there wasn’t the usual friday night setup…

  

“You guys are late”, chided Aemond entering the common space with a colorful basket on his hands

“How you doing?”, asked Aegon, standing by the diningroom table that wasn’t filled with booze, cards and chips, but with baskets, colorful tuls, bath sponges, candles, soaps and lotions instead. Aegon had a pink scarfed wrapped silly around his neck, and a cool pack for the eyes around his head

“How you holding up, champ?”, asked Addam, entering the room like the sight didn’t frighten him like it did Criston

“I'm stressed”, warned Aemond, greeting his friend with a short hug

“What the hell is this?”, Asked Criston looking around terrified

“(Y/N)'s shower's in the morning”, answered Aemond simply 

“Where we gonna play?”, asked the Dornish man

“We're not gonna play until these baskets get done and everything else never gets done”, said Aemond with a wide smile, putting white colored shred inside a basket

“Don’t worry, we have this party mix to get this party started”, said Aegon, grabing a handfull of colored pieces of a bowl and stuffing them in his mouth

“That's potpourri”, said Aemond shortly as Aegon spitted it out, being choked by the strong flavours and smells 

To Criston’s horror, Addam got by Aegon’s side and started to help out in all the marital shower’s crazyness 

They started to fill the baskets with white chredded paper, and then filled them with soaps, face masks, and other things. criston shook his head, going to the kitchen to find something to eat or drink while his friends kept working

I mean how hard could it be? if he was in Aemond’s palce he would have gone to your apartment and fucked you stupid to make you forget all about that other random guy, Aemond dancing around this was idiocy, even when he had his best guy working on getting dirt on Cregan. He was going to find a smoking gun, and then he was going to be the one to free his best friend from this madness. With a scotch in hand he went back to the diningroom in Aemond’s apartment, to see that his three friends even more into the basket making things

“Oh, this is perfect”, said Addam admiring his first basket he put together, ribbon and all

Aemond and Aegon laughed

“How did you make that ribbon look like that?”, asked the oldest brother as he twirled his around the tull that covered the basket 

“Come on Criston, join in!”, invited Addam when he saw his friend standing there looking like he just saw a ghost

 

“No, I'm not playing with baskets”, said Criston, “It's poker night”

“You put bayberries with serenity”, said Aemond, ignoring Criston and talking to Addam

“You don't like?”, he asked back

  

“No, it's interesting, I always thought it was obvious that bayberry worked best with harmony”, he answered

“Really? I've been putting Bayberry with Sothyros Sunrise”, chimmed Aegon

“That, I like. That's Zen”, admited Addam

“Yeah. You know what I like? I like how you put the bath ball in the center”, said Aegon talking to Aemond

“I like that so much, I'm gonna see your ball and raise you another ball”, continued Addam with bath bombs on his hands 

“It's a Good idea, you should definitely have two balls”, mocked Criston

“Hey, Criston, come and curl some ribbon!”, invited Aegon, thrilling with opened scissors and pink ribbon on his hand

“I can feel my sperm dying inside of me one at a time”, he said angrily

“Shut up and grab a basket!”, Addam throwed it at him playfully

“Come on, it's fun!”, cheered Aegon, Criston threw the basket back and Addam, and grabbed his jacket from the sofa

“I'm going to a strip club to eat some meat”, he said mockingly, “then I'm gonna get into a fight”, everyone laughed as they kept organizing baskets, “Call me when you find your balls, Aemond!”, he said as he was walking towards the doors

“All right, tough guy”, muttered Aemond 

“Or maybe they're in the basket next to the Sothyros Sunrise!”, he said loudly

“Someone's afraid of his feminine side!”, mocked Aegon. Criston flipped them off before he closed the doors behind him

“Look at that... Oh, nice job with the fluffing”, admired Aegon as he put his first basket together

“Look at that, huh?”, said Aegon proud of himself 

“If shedoesn’t fall for you Aemond after seeing this baskets, I don’t know”, assured Addam

Aemond only had one thing on his mind…

All this wedding madness

He found himself wanting it to be your wedding, yours and his….

The thought didn’t scare him anymore…

He didn’t only want to be with you… he wanted…, he took a long breath when he realised it

He wanted to marry you…

So with a smile, and keeping the knowledge to himself, he kept fixing baskets with the help of his friends next to him, that then help him decorate and set things in motion for you and your closest female friends and family, tomorrow

“Get her tiger”, said Addam hugging him as he was leaving late at night, “youa re doing to right thing, proving to her you are changed and want to be with her”

“i know, I only hope it works, if it doesn’t I’m only making things easy for her to marry another man”

“She loves you Aemond, remember that”, he said before lekaving, and Aemond smiled, convinced

You loved him…

He knew this, he just had to make you realise he loved you back, romantically

The love was already there, he just had to ignite it

And get rid of the other guy…

He got only a few hours to sleep before he had to get up and dress to his best, nice pressed shirt in a color he knew it make his featured glow even more, perfectly fitted pants, and black leather shoes, no tie, no jacket, but everything perfectly casual, his long silver hair stylled in a relaxed lose braid that fell over his shoulder, two first buttons of the shirt opened… a cologne he knew you adored… 

He’s got this

  

“Hello, ladies”, he greeted at the door as he opened the door in a calm and welcoming manner, he had to be the perfect host, “you look lovely today”, he complimented as your cousins giggled and entered the apartment after greeting him 

“Aemond”, he heard his name being called and turned with a smile on his face 

“Ah, Walda, how are you?”, he asked warmly

“Good. Everything looks wonderful”, she said sweetly, “this is the best shower I've been to”, she admired with an excited smile

“Really, you think so?”, he asked, excitedly, but your firend only wore a loopy smile on her face, and Aemond frowned worried, “you know what, Walda? You should really eat something”, he said softly, but she shook her head

“No. Aemond, I'm fine”, she assured him, “I'm fine. I'm okay”

“Theres carrots and celery on that table, please”, he begged, she only nodded and walked away from him, as you appeared by his side with a wide smile on your face

“What you ladies go through to fit into a dress”, he sighed, wondering if you ever felt like you didn’t feel as beautiful as you were, wondering if you ever put your health in jeopardy to fulfill men’s and society’s impossible beauty standards,, he really wished you haden’t, you were perfect as you were 

“This pretty much blows your rule out of the water about no women allowed at your place”, you teased with that complicent smile he adored, he sorrounded you iwth his arm, making your body stick to his side

“What good's a rule if you don't break it every now and then?”, he leaned in and whispered in your ear, you only giggled

“I'm very, very impressed”, you kept teasing, “thank you…”, you said softly, looking up at him 

Anything for you

He thought, and he was about to voice it outloud, but he was interrupted by a loud bagpipe noise, breaking all the cool sweet ambiance 

The first part of his plan was in motion

“Listen to that. Bran the Broken party remix, just for you”, he said, as the bagpipes sounded like a seagul being strangled, “Hear the horn? Hear the horn?”, he said excitedly at your horrified face, “It's good, isn't it? Wait, let me turn it up for you. There it is”, he said with his smart watch controlling the gadgets on his house.

The “song” became unbearable, you knew this was traditional northern music, but you dind’t want to hear it right now, you covered your ears as the sound became unbearable and it was disturbing your guests

“It's a little loud”, you comlained to your firend

“What?”, he asked with a smile on his face

“It's a little loud!”

“Okay. I'll turn it down”, and he finally turned down the volume, just as a waiter was passing by witha  tray of the second part of his plan

“Look at this. Try this”, he said snatching a small tartalette. You thankfully received the small snack and took it to your mouth without thinking, but stopped in your tracks with a horrendous taste attacked your taste buds 

“Widow’s wail”, he said proud of himself, “It's pepper, cheese, chopped up baby lamb lung, and cow pituitary gland”, you threw it up in a napkin trying not to raise anyone’s attention, “It's a Northerner delicacy. Cregan recommended it”, Aemond continued 

You were about to say soemthing… eman… to him, when Cersei interrupted everyone   

“Ladies! Ladies1”, she said outloud, “look what just came for (Y/N)1”, she said excitedly, beigning quite a large box in her hands, you inmediatly smiled, as she stopped right by your side and in second you were sorrounded by your friends 

“It's from Cregan, everyone!”, and you laughed when you heard everyone’s “aws” and lovely sighs

“Wait, there's a card!”, chanted Baela, grabing the envelope from the box, “There's a card. There's a card!”, she said weaving it in the air, she opened it up quickly and you only hoped it didn’t have anything dirty on it…

Cregan was a very passionate man…

“It says "(Y/N)", she started witha  wide smile on her face, "(Y/N), my love, this is the extremely rare Northerner, winter rose!", she said as Cersei opened the box and showed it to everyone, and there it was

A beautikful icy blue rose

“A rose?”, asked Aemond, panicking

"They only bloom for four hours before they die.", Baela said, as the flower was indeed in full bloom

“He must have timed this out perfectly!”, admired Cersei as she was looking at Aemondmockingly 

“Oh, my gosh. When we first met, Cregan joked that he would roam the countryside to find me one, and he did!”, you said, finally receiving the box in your hands and admiring the beautiful flower, it was truly breathtaking, and you couldn’t believe cregan had actually done it!

“Sweetheart, that's the most romantic thing I've ever heard”, muttered your gmother

“Thanks, mom”, you whined as she hugged you tightly 

  

“Joan, good to see you. It's been too long”, greeted Aemond, “I think, Easter, wasn't it?”, he tried with a simple smile

  

“Yes. You slept with our maid”, she said with that cinic smile of hers, you looked back at Aemond, surprised 

“She told you? I didn't know she spokethe common tongue”, he said nervously 

You very old grandmother showed up then, with a smile on her face

“This is grandma Pearl”, you presented to Aemond, “You remember Aemond?”, you asked her

“How are you?”, asked Aemond

“Oh, yes. The fornicator”, she mumbled, forwning at him, “That's right”, she said pelased with herself as she walked away again

“Okay”, mumbled Aemond, completely embarassed 

“Aemond, this is awesome!”, congratulated Baela, “It's great”, she admired

“Good, thank you, i’m glas you liked it”, he said with a pelased smile, again, proud of himself

“I mean, This is even better than my sister's shower!”, she said with a wide smile

“Oh, really?”, he teased, this was better than he thought, “It appears to be going well”, he chanted victory, because he could, right?

Then he felt a poke on his choulder, he turned to see one of the waiters

“Yes?”, he said politely, still basking in his victory

“Missandei would like to know where to set up”, hhe said nervouslyl

“Who?”, he asked

“Uh, the entertainment?”, he seemed nervous and wavering, but Aemond paid no mind to him

“Ah, yes”, he said, this was going to be the icing on the cake, as your eyes sparkled with expectancy, “thank the Gods... I mean, good”, he said pointing at a corner of the room, “She-she should set up over there”, he commanded, nervous, this was going to be the hightest point, you were going to love this.. 

So you all gathered around this woman with exccentric red hair long to her waist, and exxagerated red dress showing her curves…

“Hello, everybody. Hi, I'm Missandei”, she said, standing next to a big coffer, “Good to see you all”, she said inviting everyone to get closer, and you did, with Aemond by your side, “Yeah, come on, right down front”, she said as you all took your places

You looked excited

And Aemond wanted to exploit that 

“This was my idea, you know”, he said, you looked up at him and smiled

“really?”

“Oh, I know you loved her from Baela's sister's shower…”, he said dismissively

  

“Before I start, I'd like for us all to take a deep breath”, you heard the woman said, and you took indeed a big breath 

“She wasn't at the shower”, you said with an amused smile, Aemond frowned 

“She wasn't?”, he asked, terrified

“No”, you said, now curious, Aemond felt someone was watching him and he saw Cersei smiling back at him, a sickening, evil smile 

  

“And now exhale slowly!”, the woman commanded as Aemond’s stocmach sinked 

“Really?”, he asked nervously

“Good job. Good job”, Missandei congratulated, “It's very important to reset our third eye and connect to the primal… inside of ourselves before I present the pleasure aids”, she said with her voice soft as silk

“Pleasure aids?”, he asked, wanting to laugh, but the smile got quickly erased from his mouth when he saw yours, and your horrified expression on your face, as the woman opened the box and you saw…

Dildos

Vibrators…

and things not even Aemond knew what they were for 

No, he thought

No no no no no

“Now… These pleasure aids are best used when in a tantric, meditative state, and today, I'm going to show you, ladies, how to reach your optimal, sacral chakra”, but of course the nightmare continued, “All of these aids are for sale, ladies”, she said looking into her box of horrors, “And... Oh, look what we have here”, she said taking a fabric that it revealed itself to be a… “We have edible panties!”, Aemond swallowed thickly, “you look hungry. Here, snack on these”, she said throwing them at Walda who received them eagerly

NO NO NO NO NO

FUCK FUCK FUCK

  

“Now, ladies, what pleasure party would be complete without… glow-in-the-dark thunder beads”, she chanted, taking out two very long silicon… chains?? what were does?

  

“These are terrific”, your grandmother was curious and she starting walking towards the woman without veing able to be stopped by anyone, to your horror, “and for you ladies today, two for one”, your grandmother receibed the beads, “Do you wanna try those out, princess?”, she teased

“Where do these go?”, she asked, and she put them together and palced them around her neck like a neckale, to your horror

In your bachelor party this would have been fine, funny even…

But no in front of your aunts, mother, grandmother and cousins!

“From casual right into evening wear. Gorgeous!”, chanted missainder as your grandmother seemed terribly happy. “You know what, why don't you keep those? Oh, and they match your earrings”

You couldn’t take this anymore, still tasting the horrible snack Aemond made you ate in your tongue, you walked hastly out of there, feeling ashamed and terrified, and so, so betrayed… You felt like Aemond had mocked you, turned this into a big joke…

He did all the decoratins and all of it just to prank you with this?

What was going on?

Aemond chased after you

“(Y/N), you okay?”, you couldn’t help but sniff, and he grabbed you softly 

“You know that I dreamt of my wedding shower ever since I was 10 years old?”, you said, now more angry than sad, he seemed surprised to see you in that state

“No”, he admitted sadly

“Strangely enough, the image of my grandma Pearl, draped in glow-in-the-dark thunder beads, wasn't part of it”, you accused, he wanted to laugh, and that angered you more, “It's not funny, Aemond!”, you said, and he got serious to see how upset you were, “do you have any idea how important this is to me? And the Bran thing, Widow’s wail?, dildo saleswoman?”

“We-well, just understand something, that Cersei set me up!”

“Oh, please”, you chuckled darkly, “there's always an excuse with you!”, you said angrily, “I never even should've asked you to do this in the first place, you don't even believe in marriage, for the gods’ sake”, he wetted his lips

“You know, I might!”, he said, “I might believe in it!”, you shook your head

“I gotta get back”, you said, walking away from him

Aemond had disappointed many, MANY, women before, but he never thought it was going to hurt like it did now when he disappointed you

If he was going to truly do this, try to win you over, over your fiance, he was going to go all in, he needed to do this for real

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C.L- Never be the same

Masterlist

Sneak peak: Chapter 1- A girl with hazel eyes and a hand full of scars

Chapter 1 will be out this week. Enjoy this sneak peak by now. :)

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"Is it a good time?" It wasn't a good time, he hadn't stopped Super Max and he climbed the grid to get the pole. But even so, he smiled politely "Yes, sure" he wasn't convincing himself but seemed to convince the lady "Good! Charles, how do you feel?" Broken. Useless. "Not in my best mood, but... Looking forward to better days" "That's the spirit. Can we do something to up your mood?" Force Max to retire next season and leave his car as heritage to me, he thought. "Just keep supporting me, seriously, your love messages... Mean a lot to me" the interviewer opened a warm smile "You're lovely" he opened the same smile "I'm just being honest" and he was "would you like to make a retribution for a fan?" No! At least not right now. I was hoping that you all would leave me alone to hate myself for the crap I'm feeling today, he answered in his mind only "Sure" "Great! Please follow me" Nice! Now he had to relocate. "Wait here" She walked a few feet towards a tall man "Excuse me" She started. The man who was laughing with two girls turned to the lady who Charles knew as 'the interviewer' "Daniel Ric? Are you the fan of mine?" Daniel opened his big signature smile "No. I mean, I am but the surprise isn't for me but for this little one here" Daniel stepped to the side and showed a little girl, who was about 6 to 8 years old, wearing Ferrari's whole outfit. The journalist squatted and asked the girl "Do you want to meet my friend?" 'We are not friends' Charles thought. The kid nodded "Charles, would you like to join us?" "Sure!" he said shyly and the child tapped her mouth as she was meeting Santa "Oh, my God" he didn't know why but her reaction gave him the power he wanted back. He smiled and offered a hug to the little one, lifting her up with one arm only "I didn't know the fan was her. Could have warned me so I would have aligned my hair" he told Valeriana running his fingers on his hair, causing everyone to laugh "Hi, nice to meet you, princess" she was still the same way, frozen like a photograph "She's a shy lady, don't be offended" Daniel placed his hands on her shoulders and squeezed lightly "Hi!" she said quickly just for him "Hi! How's your name?" he replied warmly, a smile on his face "Celeste" "That's a beautiful name. Is it French?" "Yes" "Nice to meet you, Celeste. I'm Charles" "You're amazing" "Do you think?" "Yes" "Well, thank you, Celeste. You're also amazing" she blushed, wishing to disappear "Would you like me to sign your cap?" "Please" "And take a picture?" she nodded affirmatively " Okay, let's do it. Will you take the picture, Dan?" "Sure!" Daniel grabbed Celeste's mother's cell phone and photographed them "There you go" "Does someone have a pen," Charles asked. People started to look around for a black marker and the first person who did it was a girl, one of the girls who was talking to Daniel when he first came to the scene "Here" she had a strong American accent and her hands had tones of scars. He didn't feel as hypnotized as he was at that moment in a while. She had short brown hair but long enough to be tied, hazel eyes, and light skin which he figured out was soft even with all the scars when his fingers brushed on hers at the moment he grabbed the marker "Thanks" she nodded. Charles placed Celeste on the ground and knelled to sign her cap and shirt "There you go, Celeste" she hugged him "Thank you!" he hugged "You're welcome" Then he stood up "Say goodbye to Charlie, Celeste" Daniel told her "Goodbye" he smiled, she was so cute "Bye bye" then she ran for her mother. "Thanks, Charles" "It was my pleasure" Then he walked away from the journalist and walked towards the owner of the pen "Your pen, miss" "Thanks" she grabbed it quickly "Would you like me to sign something for you?" "No, thank you" "Or a picture?" "I'm good" Wow, she was tough "Do you know I..." "You're Charles Leclerc, I'm aware" "Oh... okay"' he coughed "Goodbye, then" "Goodbye" If little Celeste didn't appear to cheer up his day, he would be fucked.

[alexthesillybilly]

Lil different from what I usually write, this ones like a springtrap and reader thing but it can just be platonic instead of only romantic too 🤷‍♀️ this one's more fun just bc I wanted to write something lmao

Holy shit.

That was all you could think as the inhumanly tall figure stumbled into your office, looming over you.

You'd been working this security job a few nights now, and you kept seeing this thing, whatever it was, roaming the halls. Your boss had told you it was just a SpringBonnie suit.

Yeah, right. That was a little hard to believe when you could see its human organs and corpse VERY clearly. A little too clearly, you decided. You quickly tried to dodge its path and leave the office.

The thing decided against that.

It didn't exactly stop you from leaving, but your natural response to fear was to freeze up, so when it reached its hand to your arm, you stopped.

"Dude, what the fuck ARE you?" You laughed, losing your common sense that told you to get out of there as fast as you could.

It looked a little taken aback, possibly even offended if it could even feel that. If there were human organs in there, it probably could, assuming this was some kind of fucked up ghost story you were now a part of. It had stepped away from you now.

If it wasn't going to talk, you'd have to talk your way out of this yourself.

"Seriously, man. You look like shit."

It opened its mouth a bit and narrowed its eyes. You stared right back.

"I know." It responded. "You're supposed to be scared."

"Well, I'm not." You definitely had been, but not so much anymore.

"Why?"

"Because look at yourself. You look like someone tried waaayy too hard to make a horror character. Be a little more realistic, then I'll consider a better review." You joked, hoping this was convincing it to not murder you.

"...I will consider your advice." It said, giving a sort of noise. (Maybe it was supposed to be a laugh? Was it joking?) "I was going to kill you, if that adds to the horror factor at all."

You stare at it. "I got that part... I think. Wait, are you still going to?"

Maybe you weren't the smartest for asking a murderer for clarification on if it was going to kill you. Instead of, y'know, running.

It shook its head.

"Why not?" You asked. WHY did you say that? You didn't know. Nerves, probably.

"Company." It said.

"Uh... Okay. Thanks, I guess."

It nodded, as if not killing you was a huge favor it was doing you.

Your phone buzzed. 6am. Your shift was over.

"I'm leaving now. Uh, bye."

It looked disappointed. "Already?"

"I've been here for 6 hours, buddy. You're the one who didn't come in." You point out.

"You kept playing sounds." It argued.

"You kept falling for them."

It grunted. "Suit's fault. Not mine. Will you be back?"

"Yeah. Tomorrow at midnight again."

It nodded. "See you then."

"Bye." You grabbed your stuff and left the office. From the window outside, you could see it do some sort of movement. From what you could tell, it looked like a fairly happy movement.

Well.

That was surely an interesting night.

[alexdelray1]

Miles 42 x Fem Reader.

Warnings: Bad words and mentions of death.

Type: Fluff.

One and last time people. I am Reader Corrow.

I come from Earth 42 and at the age of 15 I was infected with spider DNA through an accident in my aunt's lab. Better not to go into details. I've been the only Spider-Woman for several months now. I saved a lot of people, arrested some bad guys and killed one guy in self-defense, but it's not the best memory. I'm not the best student or genius so my aunt made my costume understanding my situation. It is beautiful. I just don't know what else to say about it.

I've been going to 'Visions' school for two years and I'm studying there to become a scientist. Great ambition, great power and great responsibility. It's true that it's terrible pressure, but it works. I also have my friend Miles. He's kind of how to say...weird. He wasn't always like this, but after his dad died, he started to get darker and more mysterious. At first I thought it was normal after losing a loved one that he goes somewhere at night and don't want to talk as much as he used to. I went through it myself, but it's been going on for a year. So is Prowler's presence on the streets of New York.

-Miles, do you have time today?- I asked him on the way home from school. Miles looked the other way, still serious.

-Not really.- he replied, sighing.

-What are you doing today, mister mystery?- I joked and chuckled.

-None of your business.- he replied still seriously.

-Ok I understand. Don't be so tense. - I didn't want to delve into the topic anymore because I knew that he would sulk soon.

-Sorry. I just don't have time lately. Do you understand?- He stopped and asked me.

-Yeah. I see. We have exams soon anyway and you're top of the class. You can't take a geek's nose out of a book.- I laughed and started walking towards his house again because it was closer.

-Yeah. Sometimes I wonder if I'm smart or you're a bunch of idiots. Eh, I'm betting on both.- Miles finally joked and we started laughing.

-Maybe you're right. Okay, we're at your place. - I said and we stood in front of his tenement house.

-Bye Reader. See you tomorrow.- He replied and started walking up the stairs to the door.

-Bye Miles.- I said goodbye and walked the other way. I hope he doesn't fall asleep at his desk again.

TIME SKIP.

This costume is not only very comfortable, but also metal. I normally have Tony Stark-like technology. And it's fucking awesome with that costume. Now all I have to do is wait for some motherfucker to come and destroy it by ripping my stomach open. But that's not until I get a kid and Marvel thinks my life is a little too happy.

-This view gets prettier every night.- I sighed while sitting on the roof of the skyscraper. It's night time and the criminals get up to get kicked in the ass by me. My spider sense warned me. I caught the knife that was thrown at me.

-And you keep getting uglier and smaller every night.- Prowler commented behind me.

-I can say the same about your dick Prowler.- I retaliated and he let out a disgruntled grunt.

-Hahaha funny now let's get serious.- He said sarcastically and aimed a blow at me.

-You know there's always time to switch sides.- I said blocking his attack.

-No thanks, I like my old good side.- He replied trying to throw me off balance.

-It's funny, because you're not on the good side at all.- I laughed, kicking him in the face and he fell a few meters away.

-You're probably always like this.- He commented and got to his feet, preparing to attack.

-Oh, you are very nice. I'll be honest.- I said and he laughed.

-What can I say. I'm always nice to some level.- He replied and attacked me.

-This level is probably in the negative.- I jumped and landed behind him.

-As always, painfully honest. And don't wait. It means that you lie to most of the people around you with some excuses. Tell me. How many people know you're Spider-Woman?- he asked, trying to evoke my sadness.

-Do you count the dead people?- I asked, placing my hands on my hips.

-You can't discriminate against the dead.- he replied, raising his arms.

-Two. And don't try this tactic. I bet you do that yourself. Lie to everyone. Except for one person. I don't believe you're alone in this shit.- I said.

-Maybe you're right. May not. You're an interesting person. I'm curious what faces you are making under this mask now. - He confided and started to approach me.

- You sound like a psychologist. And under my mask I make faces that are meant only for me, my mirror and nice people. And you don't look like a mirror or a nice person.- my 'watch' started to pip.

- Shit.- I cursed and started to fight the Prowler.

-Spider-Woman from Earth 42 is being called to the main hall on Earth 2099. Immediately.- My 'watch' started chirping.

-What?- asked the confused Prowler, trying to grab my hand on which I had a 'watch'.

-Fuck. Lyla. Can't you see I'm busy?- I asked my "watch" and kicked the Prowler in the face.

-It is very important. We have a 'rebel' and you have to help the others stop him.- Lyla said without showing up.

-It's so stupid. Let the boy or girl do whatever they want on his or her earth.- I sighed, ignoring the fact that the Prowler got up from the ground.

-But he's an anomaly on his own earth...- Lyla said and I froze.

-Oh shit. I'll be there in a moment. Sorry handsome, but I have work to do. - I said and stood on the edge of the building.

-Wait! What's the deal with Earth 42 and what was it?!- Prowler tried to run up to me, but I jumped off the roof.

-Bye bye!- I said and opened the portal. I flew into it, leaving my villain behind. What a pity I couldn't kick his ass longer.

END. Do you guys like Beyoncé?

[ksqwildwest]

The Last Morning

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It took Mason a moment to realize what he was actually seeing.

He'd been expecting the typical Overnight Writing Session Karl Look. Dry eyed, drowsy, and at least one ink stain somewhere on his face. His multi-colored coat rumpled and creased from sitting in the same spot for hours. Usually a few books, several piles of paper, and a scattering of quills on the desk. The rest of the room would be in a state of what Karl called "the middle of organizing", which it had been in since the second week of his stay.

His room was neat and tidy. Everything must have been put away except for his satchel, laying innocently in the middle of the perfectly made bed. His desk was a tidy mess. A stack of envelopes were the center piece of countless crumpled, ripped, or half burnt papers. Karl turned to face the open door with a wild desperation on his face. He wore a plain black coat. Ink smeared over most of his face, leaving the tear streaks clear to see from the tracks left behind.

"Karl," Jack whispered, "are you alright?"

A sniffle. A choked off response. Then Karl was barreling into Mason's arms.

He sobbed into Mason's shirt as both bandits gently guided him onto the bed. The two supported him as his tears ran out, his breathing stopped hitching, and he slowly composed himself.

"I'm-" Karl breathed through another round of sobs, "I'm going to see my family and- and please don't ask why."

"Okay- okay," Mason soothed, rubbing circles into Karl's back, "we won't ask 'bout that."

Jack glanced back at the desk. "Can we ask about what those letters are for?"

"The- the letters, right." Karl wobbled to his feet. Mason and Jack helped him shuffle over to the desk where he gave them both envelopes with their names on them.

"Don't open them yet." He sniffled. "They- they explain why I'm going. And a few other things. I wrote letters for everyone."

"We'll make sure they're delivered." Jack said seriously.

"Thank you," Karl sagged like a weight was lifted from his shoulders, "I didn't want to break down in front of anyone, especially John, so letters."

"Hey," Jack cooed, "we all cry sometimes. It's okay to ask for a bit of support from any of us."

Karl looked over at Jack, "Are you sure?"

"Of course we're sure." Mason affirmed.

"I-"

"Karl." Phil's voice called through door. "It's time to go if we're going to make it by nightfall."

"I'll- I'll be there in a bit. Just got to wrap up here." Karl called back. He barely breathed until the sound of Phil's wooden shoes disappeared.

"You're leavin' now." Mason could hear how hollow he sounded. He tried to put a little more energy in when he asked, "need help packing anything? Carrying your stuff down?"

Karl shook his head. His breath quivered as he grabbed his satchel off the bed. It looked far too small to hold more than the bare essentials.

"Don't worry, I'll be- I'll be with my family. It's only a day's trip if you don't stop more than an hour. I'll be fine."

Jack stopped him before he could walk out the door. He pulled at his bandana and quickly undid the knot. "Here," he offered, "so we can comfort you while you're gone."

"Yah," Mason agreed as he wrestled with his own bandana, "a bit of Lazarus to take with ya."

Karl held the fabric like they were the most precious items in existence. He folded the bandanas and tenderly tucked them safely into his satchel.

"I- I don't know when I'll be back." He muttered numbly.

"You can keep 'em as long as you need." Jack reassured.

For a moment, they all just stood there and stared at each other. So many things were almost said. Almost.

"Safe travels Karl."

"Be safe sheriff."

"I- I will... bye."

Karl turned around and marched out of the room.

Mason brook the silence first, "... should we follow him?"

"What?"

"Down to Phil."

"Oh, no. We already wished him well." Jack ambled over to the window. It faced out towards the only street in town. "We'll see him off from up here. I thought for a sec you were suggestin' we follow them on horse."

"No, course not." Mason joined him at the window, "This seems real personal. Probably dead family or somethin'."

The pair watched as Phil and Karl rode out of town. Even after the pair disappeared around the corner and out of sight, they watched for a little while longer. The sun began to brighten the sky when they finally moved to open their letters.

Longing turned to fury as they read the tear stained pages.

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Thwap.

"Ah! Wha-" Connor croaks.

"Make sure those get delivered." Mason growls before marching out of the cave with a travel bag. Jack is right on his heels with his own bag and a lump of colorful leather wedged under his arm.

Connor slowly collects the papers that were thrown at his face and stands up out of his chair. He can hear the pair galloping off at high speed. He looks around. There's no smoke for a fire. The ground isn't shaking. There's no whistling storm. All he has for an explanation are the pile of letters in his hands.

"Did I miss somethin'?"

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I'm home for winter break! Something I realized as I was writing this fic, when I'm drafting I tend to yo-yo between present tense and past tense. Do you all have a preference for past or present tense? Do you even notice it in a fic? Looking back, I can see how my tense changes practically every other sentence.

Once we get further in the story, would you guys be interested in me "remastering" the old stories? The story would stay the same, but details might change, and I would likely only remaster the stories from before the current story arc, but my writing has seen such a major boost in quality over time and it could be a fun side project. It would basically be me rewriting the stories but following the same plots.

Also, how's everyone enjoying the story? :D Fun fact: this is the 1,000th post on this blog! Crazy!

[toxic-potions-productions]

Friendly wager (Sengoku era demon slayer) (Source: Caitpatmosh, obviously)

Zakiko: HAYATE, HAYATE!!

Michikatsu: !!! Aah, God! What is it, Zakiko?!

Zakiko: Ohh, sorry, wrong grumpy guy.

Michikatsu: How could you possibly mistake us?

Zakiko: Have you seen Takeshi? I need him immediately.

Takeshi: What do you want, Shibata?

Zakiko: HEY-- Hey, *Ahem!* Hey. Hey, man. Bruh. Fam. What's up?

Takeshi: The hell is your problem?

Michikatsu: Maybe all that energy finally gave her an aneurysm.

Takeshi: Yeah, I hope so.

Zakiko: Okay, so if there's one thing I know about you, is that you are a betting man.

Michikatsu: That's the only thing you know about him?

Takeshi: Wind hashira? Sake lover? Makes a bomb ass Nikujaga?

Zakiko: Yeah, yeah. How'd you like to make a little wager?

Takeshi: ......I'm listening.

Zakiko: I bet you 15,436 yen ($100 USD) you can't go the entire day without making fun of Himeno.

Takeshi: I'm done listening.

Michikatsu: You must be joking.

Zakiko: Michi, you want in on this, too?

Michikatsu: Mmmmmm, pass.

Takeshi: Yeah, no way. I know myself too well.

Zakiko: Okay, how about 30,872 ($200 USD)?

Takeshi: Nope, still not good enough.

Michikatsu: (Yeah, I'd probably pay that much to make fun of him.)

Zakiko: 77,180 yen ($500 USD)!

Takeshi: !!!!.............You serious?

Zakiko: Dead serious. If you can go 24 hours without making fun of Himeno, either of you, I will give you each 77,180 yen.

Michikatsu: ......Seriously?

Zakiko: But, if you can't do it, you each have to pay ME 77,180 yen. Hell, I'll even call it 12 hours!

Michikatsu: ...............Uh, I could probably do that. Takeshi: I mean, worse case, we can just avoid him all day. Michikatsu: That's pretty much what you do, anyway, though.

Takeshi: Okay, pinky, you got a deal.

Zakiko: YEEESS!! Hey, Kamanari!

Himeno: *Coming over with a grown out goatee & small mustache* Oh! Hey, guys! What's up?

Takeshi: *Jaw dropped*

Michikatsu: !!! Ohh, my God....... O_O"

Himeno: Sorry, I thought I heard someone say my surname.

Zakiko: Why, Himeno! What is this flashy mane I see?

Himeno: Ohh, this? I was just trying something new. You like it? ^w^

Takeshi: *Speechless*

Zakiko: Like it? I didn't even recognize you! You handsome devil.

Himeno: Thanks, Zakiko! I tried showing Yusuke & Enjuro, but I think they had just shared a funny joke cuz they couldn't stop laughing.

Takeshi: *Struggling to keep himself together*

Michikatsu: Goodness gracious, Kamanari. I hate to say it, but you look like-

Zakiko: Like a what, Michikatsu? :3

Michikatsu: ....................Uhhhhhh...........

Takeshi: You fucking bitch.

Zakiko: This is the first time I've seen him today!! Up close.

Himeno: Hold on, I can feel something. *Rubs mouth & 'stache* ........Okay, that's better.

Zakiko: Well, guys, whaddya think?

Takeshi: *Genuinely tweaking*

Michikatsu: Come on, Hayate, snap out of it.

Takeshi: I.........Can't.......!

Zakiko: Come on, just say the first thing that pops in your head.

Takeshi: Ehhh.........Soul patch.

Himeno: Sorry, what was that? •-•

Michikatsu: I think he's asking.......Mhh. Is that a soul patch?

Himeno: No, it's not a patch. It's, umm. It's my dad's old kimono.

Zakiko: Ohh, my god.......!!

Takeshi: If I stab him, it doesn't count, right?

Zakiko: You may not stab him.

Takeshi: Then, can I stab myself?

Zakiko: Bet's still on either way.

Himeno: Ohh yeah, check this out!! *Wiggling the 'stache* It's doing the wave.

Zakiko: Now, that is talent!

Takeshi: .......I have to go! *Runs off*

Michikatsu: Yeah, I-- I have to- S-- Shave my snake. Bye. *Heads out*

Zakiko: I know everything, so I can still hear you! Takeshi, pissed & frustrated: UUUUAAAAAAGHH!!!! 💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢💢

Zakiko: Hahahaha! Way to go, man!

Himeno: This thing's alot itchier than I thought it would be.

Zakiko: Well, here is your 3,087 yen ($20 USD) as promised.

Himeno: Thanks! Sooooooooo, what now?

Zakiko: I'm gonna go collect my 154,360 yen ($1,000 USD), you can take off that God awful fake hair whenever you're ready. *Trots off*

Himeno: ..................................Fake? O-O""""""

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Do you guys think he could pull off something like that? Cuz I'm oddly intrigued now

Thank you for voting on the poll! Himeno Kamanari it is!

Here's the original tik tok

[faerii-shin]

"When it's time" Part 1

Tooru Oikawa x Fem! Y/N

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

summary : Time, it goes and runs out. However, his love for you never does and never ever will. Because his heart, is all yours.

warnings : none

genre : self doubt, lost of confidence, sfw and ofc fluff as well

word count: 676 words 3,686 characters

a/n : f/n - friend's name { Also ur siblings with Iwaizumi }

"Finally. Finally." "I cant believe it." "How long have you been waiting for this then?" You said, letting out a light chuckle. "Not sure, it just feels like an eternity." He replied, with a smile made across his face; And his eyes sparkling as he looked at you. Wait a minute, I'm so sorry. Let's go back a bit. Shall we? "Y/N! Look, it's Oikawa! He's so good looking isn't he?" "Seriously F/N?" You told your friend who was highly ecstatic, rolling your eyes. You never really understood why your best friend and other students were so obsessed with Oikawa Tooru. Yes, he was the so called "Grand King", but you've heard otherwise from your older brother, Iwaizumi. He was a 3rd year and you were a 2nd year. However, you always tagged along whenever F/N wasn't available. Most times you'd reach both of them fighting or calling each other names. Though, you just laughed or shrugged it off. Except for the fact it can also get annoying. "Hey! Y/N! Were you paying attention?" Your friend asked, bringing you back to reality away from your thoughts. "If you were talking incessantly about Oikawa, then no." You said sarcastically. "No, not in that way you idiot! He was staring at you for half the time his fangirls approached him." "Now I think you're the idiot. Stop saying nonsense." "Excuse me? Nonsense!? I caught him and when I did he looked away." "You expect me to believe that F/N L/N?" "Anyways, my brother messaged me to come meet him before they start volleyball practice." "Oh! Alright... See you bestie!" "See you." You said having a change of tone before turning around to leave. You reached the volleyball court more quickly than you expected. "Y/N! Over here!" Someone called out to you. It wasn't Iwaizumi. It was Oikawa. You reluctantly walked over to where he was standing. "Where's my brother?" Was the first thing you said to him. "Iwa-chan just went to change." "There he is!" You saw your brother walking out of the locker room. "Hajime!" You yelled at him. "Y/N." He responded back, smug as usual. "So you messaged?" You asked him. "Yes. Oikawa wanted to talk to you." "I didn't want to agree... But he wouldn't stop pissing me off." "I understand if you think this is a waste of time." He said in an apologizing tone. "It's fine, Haji." "What do you want Oikawa?" You questioned the oh so tall boy. "I- I just wanted to invite you, to today's practice." "I-If that's okay, with you...?" He stuttered. Iwaizumi's POV: He's stuttering? Interesting. Does he? No I can't assume anything. "Yea, sure. But I'm only going cause I want to support you guys." "That's it." "Alright. Fine by me." He answered. "Let's go Shittykawa." Iwaizumi shot at him. "You too, Y/N." time skip "Good job, you guys!" "Thanks, Y/N" Both said. "Shittykawa, we'll be going now." Iwaizumi told him. "Wait!" Oikawa yelled. "What Shittykawa?" "Is it fine, if I come along?" "I have nothing to do this afternoon so..." "Sure I guess." "What about you, Y/N?" "Yea, sure." "Great! Thank you!" He said running up to you and Iwa. As you started to walk home, you and Oikawa started to talk a bit. Your brother didn't mind at all. He trusted you with his best friend anyways. Turns out, Oikawa isn't as bad and displeasing as you thought he was. Reaching your house, he waved good bye to you both. "Bye Iwa-chan! Bye Y/N-san!" Oikawa said. "Bye, Oikawa." Iwaizumi said turning around to enter the front door. While you just stood there. You didn't know why nor what it was, but you felt something. All you did was just wave back as you parted ways. "What is going on with me?" You mumbled. "Y/N! Hurry! I think it's going to rain." "Oh! Sorry Haji! Coming!" Is it time? When is the time? When will be the time? Love is complicated, isn't it?

The End. Pt 2 coming soon.