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zipzapzopzoop · 5 months ago

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There's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow

Chapter 32: Am I My Brother's Keeper?

(This chapter features a character getting kidnapped. Take care and read at your own risk)

With every passing moment, Art and Fritz grew more frantic in their search of Gaston.

They had found his meatball cannon where it had tumbled in the bushes. He carried that little cannon on him everywhere he went so… why was it here? Where was Gaston?

More agents were beginning to pull up to the school and tape it off for searching. They couldn’t stay here or they’d risk being caught. “He’s not here. Is it possible he ran off?” Fritz looked over at Art. The spaceman was watching the agents out the window, the meatball cannon in his hands.

“No. He never goes anywhere without this cannon. If he’s not here… He’s with them.” Art’s gaze narrowed at the men. The events from last night flashed through his mind. These people thought they could stroll in and take his family away?

Art’s fist clenched at his side, the other one tightening on the cannon almost enough to damage it. Fritz looked up at him fearfully and took a couple steps back. Art was such a gentle giant… he had never been known to get violent. Not before this, anyway. He was the peacemaker of the family, always stepping in and calming everyone down if there were ever squabbles. But nobody had ever taken his sister or brother from him before.

Art’s entire body shook with anger. Fritz’s eyes widened. Suddenly, Art seemed to snap himself out of it. He stopped and took a deep breath, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth. He closed his eyes and relaxed his shoulders. Art looked down at the cannon in his hands. Fritz exchanged a glance with Petunia and slowly approached Art again.

The bigger man held the cannon to his chest and closed his eyes, as if whispering a silent prayer. He stayed there for a moment before he opened his eyes and looked at Fritz.

“Let’s go.”

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Franny tapped her thumbs on the steering wheel anxiously as she waited for the others. Initially she was going to go look with them while Carl stayed with the boys, but every time she tried to leave, Wilbur would beg her not to.

She also hated the idea of being away from him while the agents were here. She wanted to be where she could keep an eye on him. She had the A/C in the car way up to help him feel better. They were parked around the side of the school so as to stay close enough the family could find them, but not so the agents would see them right away.

It was about ten minutes into her wait when Bud, Laszlo, and Tallulah crashed next to the car. Laszlo’s helmet was built only to carry one person at a time, so what was so urgent that they all had to fly here? Franny leapt from her seat and stepped out of the car, instantly sensing that something was wrong. Where was Tiny? Wilbur instantly perked up and moved to unbuckle his seatbelt, but Franny stopped him. “I’m just stepping outside of the car, bud. I’m not going anywhere.” He seemed to settle a bit, but stayed aware.

“Tallulah! Bud!” Franny sounded relieved, but waited expectantly for the bad news.

“They got Tiny,” Laszlo huffed, trying to catch his breath. “I hit a dead end and… they caught up to us…” he coughed. “I’m sorry, I went the wrong way…”

Tallulah, also doubled over to catch her breath, tapped at his shoulder to get his attention. She was wheezing pretty hard. Her brother quickly felt through his pockets and pulled out a backup inhaler, shaking it and handing it to her. She took a puff and kneeled down in the grass, letting it kick in. Laszlo had his hand on her back. She flinched slightly in pain. “Breathe, Lu. Do you have your inhaler?” She shook her head. “No… Lost it,” she wheezed between words. “When the car flooded… in the canal..”

Tallulah tried to hand the inhaler back but her brother shook his head. “Hang onto it.” He made a mental note to ask her about the canal later.

Franny kneeled down on Tallulah’s other side, making sure she was breathing alright. “This is worse than we thought. When Gaston gets back, we need to-.”

“Gaston’s not coming back…” Franny looked up in shock. Art stood next to the car, looking grim and holding the meatball cannon in his hands. Franny felt like the air was stolen from her lungs. “What do you mean��?”

“Those people got him,” Art spat.

Franny felt her limbs go numb and her body go cold. She felt like she couldn’t breathe. For a moment she wondered if she should use Tallulah’s inhaler on herself.

She had never heard her brother use such a bitter tone before. Something about his expression gave her chills down her spine and made her stomach turn. She hadn’t seen it since her brothers had gotten into a terrible fight many years ago. It was before Wilbur was born. Hell, it was back before she and Neil got married.

Fritz hurried over to his daughter and wrapped a gentle arm around her. “Honey…”

He moved to grab his spare inhaler from his pocket, but Tallulah stopped him. “I already took a puff. It’s working, I can feel it.” Tallulah was still breathing rough, but much better than before. She wrapped her arms around her father and brother, fully appreciating the fact that they were all four together for the first time since they were all separated.

Franny didn’t realize she was crying until Art set a gentle hand on her back. He took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. Frankie hopped on her shoulder and put a comforting hand on top of her head. “Let’s go home and regroup. The family took a big hit, and we need to get out of here before the agents find us.”

Franny looked around. Her brother was right… Carl was still not caught up, Wilbur was shaken up, Art was close to losing his temper, Tallulah overdid it already and needed to recover, half the family was missing, Gaston was gone.

The family was in rough shape.

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Gaston tried to shout, but his voice was muffled behind cloth.

“Damn, he’s awake already?”

“Seriously, what are these people made of? They’re tough as hell.”

He was in a vehicle, his arms zip-tied behind his back and a cloth over his head. It must’ve been a sweater or a bag or something. It was small, but thick.

Last thing he remembered, he was thrown off of Tiny and went crashing into the bushes. As he was getting up, a bag was thrown over his head and something stuck into his shoulder.

He woke up here.

There was no telling how long they’d been driving, or where they were going. All Gaston knew was that he didn’t want to be here. Gaston writhed around and tried to get loose until he was stuck with something again.

In the blink of an eye, he dropped like the dead.

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atherix · 1 year ago

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Hello @atherix, I’m here to show my appreciation to my fav author ‘cuss sometimes is sad that I can’t tell anyone that you are my favorite, because… you know.

You deserve all the love and praising you receive so here you go. The drawing it’s supposed to be your persona but sometimes in the process things are difficult. I swear the skin is gray or i try it to be but again, color theory is getting on my nerves. Took inspiration based on the fact that it’s a witch of ice.

Thank you for the stories you have created, I find myself very busy lately but when I have time, I get back to reading and I’m like I REMEBRE WHY I LOVE THIS.

It’s the way you express thing and the storytelling and the characters and omg Midnights it’ giving me a worrying amount of confort while reading. On some days i can’t wait to just get everything finish to have some time to get back and read. I hated reading but you, you get me some motivation. I still haven’t catch up completely with the series but I’m getting there.

And you are going to have to pay for giving me serious highly expectations of a relationship but for now it’s fine I guess, since you are my main source of giving advice to all my friends with love issues.

And I’m telling you that if there is any personal project, I’m in.

Hope you like it.

(pst: Sorry for any mistakes)

(Aci Response)

Mikaela I am going to SOB this is??? So good?? you make her look so good!! I am OBSESSED with that snowflake/ice symbol on her back??? canon now I am so. AND HER HAAAIIIRRRRR I am amazed by your art every time I see it. Her skin is gray yes but your lighting is wonderful, I love this so much thank you!! and remembering she’s an ice witch.... hhhh <3

and those shoes.... I want those shoes irl. And the way you’ve drawn her top it’s so <3<3<3

I’m so glad you enjoy Midnight so much!! Take all the time you need catching up, it’s not going anywhere anytime soon <3 Thank you so much for coming along with me on this journey <3

Thank you so much hhh!!! <3

#submission #mutuals' art #Aethry MC #<- technically my character's name is Aethry but c!Aci is what we end up calling her mostly HJFSJK #op I am obsessed with your art it's so hhhh <3 #I sent it to my friends immediately like HWAHHHH SOBBING HJKFSKJ

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justadino-ig · 7 months ago

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🐻🐕📦🍄🟫🐡 📔 👞 🥠

answer them all

OH THATS A LOT. keep in mind i am so indecisive and have many favorites so

🐻 fav vs. least fav trope?

one bed vs miscommunication...... hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby tbh

🐕 a sentence you read/wrote that stuck with you?

one i wrote:

He hates him like the moon hates the sun, always running after but never being able to catch up.

(from my tachihara fic)

three i didn't:

from brand new city by @minusboy:

”I wanted you,” Arthur says with a shaky exhale, lips pressed against warm skin, his hand firmly pressed over his heart, the gentle thump thump thump soothing the gaping wound across his chest. Alive. He’s alive. ”Just you.”

from alive and free (look at me!) by @zukkaoru:

Here, where Nikolai is hopelessly in love with two people who left him behind. Here, where Nikolai is both grieving and celebrating. Here, where Nikolai bleeds and laughs and cries and dies and lives again. Here, at the start of a moment. Here, at the top of the world.

from i won't let go of your hand by @starrynightarchive

always a bleeding heart, your fukuchi.

📦 choose one genre of fanfiction, the rest have to go!

hm. this. i read too many i cannot choose </3

🍄‍🟫 do you prefer canon or au?

like i said, i have too many aus to say canon. but i do like canon too, i just.. enjoy building aus a Lot

🐡 who / what inspired you to read / write / create?

ooh, this one is fun!! um, my inspiration a lot of the time comes from.. everything. other authors/writing, artists/art, music, irl situations, stuff i read.. there's never just one source of inspo i've ever drawn from.

📔 how do you deal with art block / writers block?

i try to switch from art to writing or the other way around.. or just try to wait it out, writing tidbits and doodling random stuff. sometimes i'll just try to read instead.

👞 do you prefer collabs or working independently?

working independently, generally, but i do heavily enjoy collaborating with the right people; this is part of why i love rping so much, actually :)

🥠 one thing you’d like to improve on in your writing / art?

hmm, i'll try to keep this to one thing.. for writing: describing clothing. for art: my style in general

#wanted to promote my moots... forgive me for the long answer on question 2 #digitalguillotine #dino lore #asks #dino answers #ask

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hannahssimblr · 9 months ago

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Chapter Twenty-Eight (Part 3)

After the night draws in, the party thins out until soon there are only four of us left. It’s a Thursday night, after all, and everybody has things to do tomorrow. I warm my legs by the crackling fire as Claire says a tearful goodbye to the group of friends she was closest to before she started hanging out with Kelly and I. She always had an easy time making and keeping her friends, because she’s just like that. Endlessly likeable without ever having to try. When she comes back over to the fire pit and says nothing, just curls up and puts her head on my shoulder. She smells like the smoke from the burning wood, as do I. I know the scent of this night will linger for days in my hair.

The stars are so clear, and the night is so dark that we can see the milky way. I look at Jude as he looks up at the sky, head thrown all the way back, eyes wide and barely blinking. I think of a story he told me once about a night he spent wild camping with Jonas when they were in New Zealand, and how cold they were, but how clear the sky was, and while they shivered in their sleeping bags they saw more stars than he’d ever seen in his life. I wonder if he is thinking now that the sky in New Zealand is exactly like the sky here.

An email notification goes off, and he pulls himself down to earth. I watch him take out his phone and look at it, and catch the moment his expression turns from serenity to urgency, a jolt practically shooting him out of his seat.

“That an email, man?” Shane says sleepily.

Jude clears his throat. “Um. Yeah it’s a work thing.”

“Who’s sending work emails at midnight?”

I feel a lump forming in my throat. I know who. It’s four o’clock in Los Angeles. My vision zeroes in on him. “What does it say?”

“It’s… They just… um. They liked my portfolio is all.”

“Oh!”

Claire looks confused. “That’s good, right? That’s good news? Why do you both look depressed?”

“It is good,” I say, “It’s unreal. What did they say? Any good tips.”

“Not really, I…” He frowns at the screen, “I’ll go over this again tomorrow, I’m too tired right now to deal with it.”

Shane speaks up, “I’m confused, man, is it a job offer or something?”

“Um,” Jude says.

“He asked for portfolio feedback, that’s all,” I explain, “The studio is in America so it’s not like he’s going to work there or anything.”

“So they’re just giving you advice on your art?”

Jude smiles weakly. “It’s nothing, like I said, I’ll deal with it tomorrow, I-”

“I’m so lost,” Says Claire.

“Let’s not talk about it for now,” Jude insists, and his voice is sharper than usual. “I’m tired and it’s not that fun to talk about work and stuff. Can we just, like, chill out by this fire and enjoy this moment?” He puts his phone back into his pocket and changes the subject, and we talk about things that don’t matter while I watch his leg bounce anxiously for over an hour.

When Jude and Claire go inside to bring out some blankets for us, now that the dew has settled over the garden and the cloudless night has made way for a chill, Shane leans towards me. “Whatever ends up happening, you’re going to be fine.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean whatever he decides to do, like, whether he goes to America or not, you’ll survive it.”

“He’s not going to America, where did you get that idea from? He’s just waiting for a job to come up in the UK.”

Shane purses his lips. “Okay well, just saying. If, like.”

The cool air licks up my arms and legs, and I shiver while goosebumps erupt all over my skin. “He doesn’t want to go there.”

“Does he not?”

“No,” I feel a prickle of annoyance. “He’s going to get a job in London.”

“What if they wanted him in the states?”

“Well he wouldn’t want that.”

Shane takes a moment, considering this, and then gently says “But it’s his home.”

“This is his home,” I am his home, right?

“Ireland?”

“Yeah.”

“No it isn’t, he’s a fish out of water here.”

“I think I know better how he feels about-”

“Evie, c’mon,” He says, and he doesn’t look me in the eye because he hates doing that, so he looks very seriously into the flames instead, “That fella is not an Irish man. He doesn’t act like one or talk like one or look like one. He doesn’t feel like one either and that’s an obvious thing. As long as I’ve known him he’s been that way.”

“What way is that?”

“Like he can’t sit still, I mean. Like he’s going to just leap out of his seat and start running away. Why’d you think he went to Berlin, like? You think he would have split up with Michelle and left Jen behind like that if he had any patience for Ireland? He hates it here. He’s a caged bird, like.”

“Well, England-”

“What’s England, though? Ireland with a few bigger cities? Ireland but a coloniser version? What’s that to him?”

“He wants to be with me.”

“I’d say he does,” Shane shrugs, “because obviously he likes you a lot, but…”

“You think he should do the same to me as he did to Michelle? Sacrifice me for an experience?”

“No, I think you should really think about what the best thing to do is, you can-” Jude and Claire come back out of the house with the blankets then. We hear them laughing before we see them and we cut off our conversation.

“What’s with the long faces?” Claire says cheerfully, “I hope you’re not talking about what I think you’re talking about.”

“Australia? Surely not,” says Jude as he slumps into the seat beside me and throws a knitted blanket over my legs, “We’re not allowed to talk about Australia, are we?”

“No, shush,” Claire says, “Don’t even think the word. Anything else, let’s think about anything else but leaving.”

Later, much later, with the stars disappearing and the dawn slowly encroaching, Claire and I lie on blankets on the lawn while the grass shimmers silver with morning dew. Jude and Shane are sleeping by the dwindling embers of the fire, we can hear their slow breathing even though we can hardly see their faces through the dark.

“Claire?” I whisper to her.

“Yes, babe?”

“What was it that made you compromise in the end?”

“What do you mean ‘compromise’?” I feel her eyes on the side of my face.

“All of those things that you wanted,” I say, “Like, your dreams and all, about having a big wedding and babies and a big house by the time you were twenty five. That was always what you talked about. I’m just curious to know, that’s all. What made you put it on hold? Was it something about Shane, or the way you feel about him?”

She pauses in consideration for a minute, “Well, I didn’t really compromise,” she says. “Yeah, like, I wanted those things, and I wanted them immediately. Like I knew I would have a massive white wedding and a big country house and dogs and kids and all that, I suppose I just thought I needed to start doing it all by the time I was twenty two. Now I am twenty two and it’s like, I’ve learned that those things weren’t the real dream, do you know what I’m saying?”

“Not for right now?”

“Yeah, for one day. I’ll have those things one day but,” She shifts thoughtfully, “Shane’s my dream, actually, I just realised after we went through such a hard time this year that I couldn’t give him up. I couldn’t have any of those things unless he was doing them with me and I couldn’t be the one who held him back from his dream just so that I could force him to fit into mine. And anyway, the dream isn’t the dream if he isn’t by my side.”

“So if he goes, you go,” I whisper.

“Yeah, if he goes I go.”

“That’s true love.”

She giggles, “That’s true love for us. If he needs to go to Australia and play Aussie Rules then that’s what we’re going to do. I don’t want any other man for my whole life, so.”

“Hm,” I say. “That’s very romantic.”

“Well we are very romantic.”

“Shane Healy,” I snort, “a real Romeo.”

Claire punches my arm, “You don’t see what I see!”

“I think maybe I see it sometimes,” I admit, “Like he has these moments where he surprises me with the things he says. He’s insightful, you know? He’s been there for me when-” I cut off in surprise at this sudden bout of tears, “Oh, God, I am not crying, hang on,” I fan hands in front of my eyes. “God sake.”

Claire sniffles loudly, “Well if you cry then I’ll cry.”

“Can we just cry?” I plead, “can we just admit that we’re sad?”

“We’re sad,” She agrees, and her arms reach for me so that we can hold each other and sob gently into the other’s shoulder.

“I can’t even explain how much I’ll miss you both,” I say, “What the hell am I going to do without you?”

“You’ll be okay,” she says, “I know you don’t think you will, but you don’t need anybody, anybody except for Evie Kilbride.”

I sniffle pathetically.

“Anyone,” she repeats, “And you’ll find all of the easy answers, and the right directions and joy and peace and love and you’ll be so happy.”

“Alright.”

“And we’ll be back someday, I swear to God, because for all I’ve just said about Shane being the dream, I still want my big country house, okay?”

“Okay.”

“So let’s try and sleep now, right? It’s late and I have a long day tomorrow.”

“Yeah.” I wipe my nose with my sleeve, “So should we say goodbye now, then?”

“No, we won’t,” She brushes my hair away from my forehead, “My parents are coming to get me at six, and we can say goodbye then, okay? Then we won’t have to cry over it. Let’s pretend for now that I’m not really going.”

I nod, “Alright then.”

She flips over to her back and bundles the blankets around her chin, “So goodnight, Evie.”

“Goodnight Claire.”

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pieofdeath · 4 months ago

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i emerge several hours later with the across the spiderverse liveblog. for people who don't want to read it: fantastic movie! all the different art styles were really cool! i miss noir a lot! I can't wait for the 3rd movie!!!

Incredible intro sequence, once again

I'm watching this one on my actual TV too

Oh I didn't say this with the first one but having the approved by the comics code authority stamp right before the movie is an incredible choice

!!! GWEN 💖

Is it a spider rule that you have to have been bit on your arm/hand

The INCREDIBLE drumming sequence

Ok noted Gwen is from earth 65

Gwen, don't be mean to the drums :(

Band mates look fun!

Peter from her universe seems so nice!!!

HE DRANK SOME FUCKIN RADIOACTIVE THING???

page 1 break (this is the same document as the first movie's liveblog)

GWENS PROM OUTFIT

HOLY SHIT is Peter green goblin for Gwen???

“I just wanted to be special.” Said by PETER FUCKING PARKER IS FUCKING ME UP.

I'm getting all the compounded emotions from the first movie

HE KNOWS WHO SHE IS

AND THEN HE DIED.

the doors closed and showing Spider-Woman and then opening and showing Gwen…

This voice talking is for Sure JJJ

Hey aren't y'all proud of me I knew that

Oh the caption said Jonah I'm not as cool :(

Her dad being a cop trying to hunt her down

Wait in this universe Uncle Ben is alive :(

HER DAD’S WEARING A VISIONS ACADEMY SHIRT

Gwens world has such a pretty art style. it's so colorful and painterly, it's absolutely gorgeous

THE WAY THE COLORS BLOOM WHEN SHE GIVES HER DAD A HUG

Gwen being cool colors in the warm toned kitchen…

her hiding her suit in the drum is so cool

THE PIC OF HER AND MILES!!!

THE TRANS FLAG HAHAHAHA YAAAAAY

the music is so cool

Gwens world! Again! Gorgeous!!

Yuri! I know that name from the snapcube fandub :)

The deep voice she does for her dad 😭

THIS VULTURE LOOKS SOOOOOOO COOOOOOOOOL

PAPER MAN!

what universe is he from

OHHH HE'S FROM A SICK RENAISSANCE WORLD!!!

THATS SO COOL ARE THESE COMICS REAL SOMEONE TELL ME WHERE TO FIND THEM!!!

JEFF KOONS. POINTS.

The Renaissance man hating Jeff Koons and modern art is so funny!!!

The vulture is animated in such a cool way

MIGUEL!!!!!!!!!

DARK GARFIELD

THE COMICS FROM THE LAST MOVIE ARE STILL IN THE PILE :D

I hope we see a lil bit of Noir I miss him :(

Miguel having sketchy lines + shoulders is so cool

DOCTOR STRANGE MENTION

THE WING REBUILDING THATS SO COOL

WHO IS THIS MOTORCYCLE LADY!!!!!!!!

I HAVE NEVER SEEN HER BEFORE!!!!!!!

COOL SPIDERWOMAN. SHE'S PREGNANT AND MARRIED

“will you adopt me?” “What?” “What?”

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Is she married to Miguel?

MIGUEL WITH THE FUCKING TEEEEEEETH

Miguel 🤝 my spidersona/spiderman oc. Having big ol teeth

I really need to talk about her

The running home of calling the universe glitching “banksy” 😭 y'all live in New York isn't he British!

The shot of Gwen holding her hands up trying to talk to her dad….

SHE TOOK OFF THE MASK…

“How long have you been lying to me?”

“Can you just not be a cop for a second, and be my dad here and listen to me?”

The background changing to be the mask…

Seriously Gwen's world is STUNNING and I can see why her costume looks like that now

HE TRIED TO FUCKING ARREST HER…

New comic for the Pile! Miles Again!

Miles is from 1610… Got it…

hehe my blorbo is from 1910 :)

The parents waiting for miles :(

THE SPOT. I KNOW THAT GUYS NAME.

Those cameras look like the fnaf cameras to me

The spot trying to get the money 😭

“NO! SIR! PLEASE JUST LET ME ROB YOU!” 😭😭😭

“I'm a scientist. Or, I was. I am. You've heard of alchemax. I used to work there.” IS THIS FUCKING BAGEL GUY!!! SAY IT'S THE BAGEL GUY.

THE LITTLE SPIDER DRAWING it's so cute

I love Miles' art btw it's so good

MILES HAS TO MAKE YOUTUBE APOLOGIES?!

JJJ!!!! hehe

“I don't dwell on it” while drawing so much art of Gwen.

The additions to the Expectations graffiti of the other Spiders and Uncle Aaron (both Uncle and prowler edition)...

The dad trying to spell important and failing 😭

How he ended up catching Spot 😭

AP STUDIO ART I DID THAT 🫵

MILES FLAKING TO GET SPOT

HIS DAD IS ON THE PTA

I'm so certain this is Bagel Guy

HIS DAD RUNNING DOWN THE STAIRS

IT'S BAGEL GUY!

“Spiderman, why did you create this guy?” 😭 Even when he doesn't know it's his son he's in dad mode

Miles trying to get his dad to Talk About His Emotions… I love that

“Maybe get off the kids ass…” “what?” “What?”

“You gotta let him spread his wings, man. Like this.” Thanks for that demonstration miles sjdfjdjakskg

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Spot trapped in weird spot dimension

“Hypothesis. I'm going to put my head in that hole.” Not a hypothesis but carry on

YO. CLASSIC COMICS WORLD.

LEGO WORLD!!!!!!!!!

THE CASH REGISTER JUST BEING SO CHILL ABOUT SPOT

LEGO SPIDERMAN IS PART OF THE MULTIVERSE THING WITH MIGUEL!!!!

literally obsessed with this

Are those kids playing Yu-Gi-Oh

UNCLE AARON GRAFFITI!!!

His dad was so excited to say he was grounded

The DJ looks fucking STRESSED

what fucking incredible reality warping bullshit is happening in his room

GWEN HIIIII

SHE HUGGED HIM IMMEDIATELY AUWJDJSJ

GWEN YOU CAN'T JUST OPEN THE PACKAGE OF A COLLECTIBLE LIKE THAT.

Her name is Jess Drew!

If he doesn't tell his parents about Spider-Man I'm gonna cry

SHAKESPEARE DIMENSION I WANNA SEEEEEEEE

HOBIE MENTION!

What weird things did she plant

SPOT! HI SPOT

the cute upside down sitting!!!!

Miles�� new suit looks really nice btw

“In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spiderman. And in every other universe, it doesn't end well.”

“There's a first time for everything, right?” ADORABLE

Gwen in casual wear is really cute

SURPRISE MOM

The conversation between Miles and his mom… it's fucking me up. I love them so much. I love these movies so much.

Him stripping down to the suit as he's going down the stairs

Spot’s name is Dr Jonathan Ohnn… Noted. He looks rlly cool

The way the thought boxes look while he's invisible is so cool

The colorful glitching and reality warping is so cool

THE TUNNELS IN THE MULTIVERSE

EARTH 50101 IS SO FUCKING COOL

THE FUCKING SICK AS HELL YOYO??????

PAVITR IS SO FUCKING COOL IM OBSESSED WITH HIM.

“This is where the traffic is, this is where the traffic is, this is where the traffic is and this is where the British stole all our stuff”

Pav shipping them so fucking hard 😭

HOBIEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I'M LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH HIM!!!

SPOT LOOKS SO FUCKING COOL. OH MY GOD.

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OH NO PAVS GIRLFRIEND

“Markers are predicting an upcoming canon event” STARES DIRECTLY AT GAYATRI.

SHES OK AND SO IS HER DAD YAAAY

wait hold on. Canon event disrupted. One of them wasn't supposed to be okay.

Hobie is incredible btw. I love his animation in contrast to the other three.

I miss noir

Pav’s suit is fantastic btw idk if I've said that

“What's that?” “It's a metaphor for capitalism” Hobie 😭

Oh there's other guys. I'm staring so directly.

Fun fancy white spider. Pink spider. Spider with multiple arms.

“I don't follow orders, neither does he.” “I'm invited to HQ? WOO!!!!” [Hobie looking so upset]

so obsessed with Hobie and Miles already. They're buddies.

NEW COMIC IN THE PILE

HOBIE IS SO PRETTY I KNEW WHAT HE LOOKED LIKE BUT MAN. HIS HAIR IS ALSO DRAWN DUPER COOL WITH THE ANIMATION

Miguel is from 928…

HQ LOOKS SO FUCKIN SICK

Idk who Malala Windsor is but I love her. From 835 it looks like?

All the puns. Quipping is a spiderman constant 😭

THERE'S SO MANY SPIDERS!!!!!!!

Peter Parkedcar???

OBSESSED WITH WEBSLINGER. IS THIS GUY REAL WHERE CAN I BUY HIS COMICS.

Is that spiderman from one of the games

That animation is distinctly different and reminds of stuff my faefriend has shown me

hold on was that a real ass human.

THATS FUCKING DONALD GLOVER

AUAUDHFJSJAKRK

MIGUEL!!!

did he just give himself a venom shot. what was that

Aww Miguel's daughter is so cute

“Just don't enlist till you know what war you're fighting” HOBIE!

PETERRRRRRRR

WITH A BABY HARNESS THINGY

LITTLE BABYYYYY HER NAMES MAYYYYYY HE CALLS HER MAYDAY

HE MADE HER A TINY WEBSHOOTER

“Spider-Verse…” “Spider-Verse… that sounds stupid” 😭

REAL WORLD TOBY MCGUIRE???

I didn't realize that it's police inspectors… That's so wild.

Bro Miguel needs a hug

SHIT MILES IS RIGHT HIS DAD IS ABOUT TO BECOME CAPTAIN…

“If not for Uncle Ben, most of us wouldn't be here, Miles “ AUSHDJFJSMAMD…

ANDREW GARFIELD????

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PENI'S HERE YAYYY

WHERE'S NOIR!

is this like PS1 spiderman

“Kid, look at me-” “stop calling me that.” “There we go.” “Hobie, you're not helping.” “Good.”

“little man. Peter Pan. Palms.”

HOBIE IS LITERALLY THE BEST DAMN CHARACTER.

HOBIE QUIT CLAPPING AND CHEERING

THE SPIDERMAN POINTING SCENEEEEE

MILES HIDING ON THE GUYS BACK

IS THAT A SPIDER T-REX

OG TV SHOW SPIDER-MAN

Took a break here to go practice my clarinet before school starts up

Alright I'm back like an hour later

Hobie looks like he was drawn with poscas

Ben reilly looks like a rob liefeld guy

MILES IS THE ORIGINAL ANOMALY… FUCK DUDE.

BLAST MIGUEL INTO ORBITTTTTTT

OH SHIT HE'S GONNA GO TO THE WRONG WORLD BECAUSE THE SPIDER IS FROM 42…

Spider-Byte didn't stop him from being sent home…

GWEN D:

May blew a raspberry at Miguel 😭 smart baby

Earth 42 looks sick as hell

I love the reds and greens

Gwen and her dad 😭

HER DAD QUIT SO MAYBE HE'S NOT GOING TO DIE

“You're the best thing I've ever done”

THE HUGGGGGGGGGG

Hobie left a fun package!

THE PORTAL TO HOBIES WORLD IS SO COOL!

The montage of Miles swinging through the streets…

First hint of noir I love him

OH FUCK HIS DAD IS BEING CALLED CAPTAIN

GWENNN

MILES DOESN'T KNOW HE'S NOT HOME…

it sounds like he's coming out as gay and you know what he is

Who's spiderman

I knew it was coming but damn

UNCLE AARON!!!!!

Oh Miles had braids in 42, I wanna see that

Oh my god what is 42-Miles mixed up in.

HIS DAD'S DEAD IN 42…

GWEN TALKING TO HIS PARENTS

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His dad called her emo 😭

“He loves you more than you could ever imagine. I've seen it.”

NEW COMIC ON THE PILE

Uncle Aaron is so menacing in this world

Prowler wears Nike airs

OH SHIT MILES FROM 42 IS PROWLER????

Braids look fantastic

The difference in how 42-Miles and Miles are shaded is WONDERFUL

I want to know who was supposed to be bit in 42 super bad.

THE SPOT THE SPOT THE SPOT!!!

May dangling from the ceiling 😭 she's so adorable

GWEN IN PETER'S WORLD WITH HOBIE’S PORTAL 💖

NOIRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE MOVIE CANT BE FUCKING OVER OH MY GOD

HEAD IN HANDS I can't wait

Not going to lie from how much everyone talked about him when this came out I thought Hobie had more screen time

He's fantastic and I adore him

I can't WAIT for beyond the spiderverse

Skipping to see if there's an after-credits scene

Huh doesn't look like it. Absolutely wild.

VERY good movie!!!!!

OHHHHHHH THE CASHIER WAS FROM VENOM……….. OK IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW

so in summary. good movie :) long but very good, it was FANTASTIC and I'm in love

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Jake asks Aiden to meet him at the library. He needs to get some studying done but also wants to spend time together.

Plus it's a lot quieter than his dorm, and Aiden can work on some art or read something.

(lot by Loquatrooster)

After a little while sitting across from eachother at a table, Jake moves them to the couch. Not long after that, he pulls Aiden close.

J: My head is going to explode.

A: Why are you sticking with this major if you hate it?

J: It seemed useful? You know, for after.

A: C'mere, you're so tense.

J: Ugh, I forgot how good you are at that.

A: Don't change the subject. Aren't there other, useful degrees you might like better?

J: I looked through them, before I enrolled. Not really. Can't imagine doing anything other than football.

A: You can't play football forever, Jake.

J: I know. Maybe by then you'll be a rich and famous artist and I'll just be your house husband.

Aiden laughs fondly.

A: Go back to studying, I'm going to find a book to read.

Jake springs up and catches Aiden before he goes too far.

J: Wait... You don't think that could happen?

A: My art isn't that great, Jake..

J: I haven't seen anything recent, but it was pretty great before. Can't imagine it's gotten worse.

A: You're biased.

J: Doesn't mean I'm wrong.

A: I don't know. I guess we'll see.

J: I am going to build you the best studio after graduation. You'll see.

A: Somehow, I believe you. Now go study.

J: Ugh. Fine. Go find a book. Spoilsport.

Aiden is gone for a while - it's a big library - so Jake goes to find him, frustrated with his books and a bit lonely.

J: Hey, there you are.

A: Hm? Oh.. the selection is larger than I expected. Having trouble deciding.

J: Hm. It's nice back here. Cozy... Quiet.

A: I guess. I haven't heard many people pass by.

J: Yeah? You know, I've been thinking.. we've been dating again for a few weeks now.. And I know we've been taking it slow...

Jake steps forward, putting his hands on Aiden's waist.

J: And I've liked it. Don't get me wrong. Just spending time with you again is.. incredible.

A: I've really liked it, too. I feel like we're more solid now.. I feel a 'but' coming on though.

J: But... I really want to kiss you again, Aiden. It may sound weird, but I really miss it.

A: I know. Every time you leave I want to kiss you goodnight.

J: Well, if we both miss it-

A: Jake. Shut up and kiss me.

J: Bossy.

A: You brought this up. You gonna kiss me or not?

J: You're really sexy when you get a aggressive, you know that?

A: Jake.

Aiden nearly growls, but refuses to give in. If Jake wants to kiss him, he can damn well do it. No matter that he's just as desperate.

Jake can't tease either of them anymore, stroking back some hair from Aiden's face before closing the distance between them in a soft kiss. Exploring and learning all over again.

A door not too far away closes and Jake pulls back carefully.

A: We're a movie cliche, aren't we?

J: Mhm. Cliches are cliches for a reason. We could take this back to your place.

A: Hm. Yeah. Lets get our stuff.

#simblr #sims 4 #show us your story #the sims 4 #aiden lyons #jake lawson #Britechester

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panzerkatzee · 1 year ago

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Good day ya'll!

Its 11:30 and I just completed a small research session on fillipino martial arts and taking extensive notes on how my characters might move in the upcoming combat scenes. Funny enough, I always thought my larp experience would help in writing combat realistically… but oh boy… I WAS SO WRONG… its embarassing.

I am still no real expert, but maybe I can find someone to help with those scenes in particular down the line. For now I did watch some videos and read some instructions online and feel confident to get into the fight scene, I've been hyped for yesterday… but first… warm up time!!

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Then and again, he would get a flicker of red eyes, burning brightly with flashes of inert blood magic, his friend no doubt struggling to hold it back, hating crowds as it was. Dan… you are getting an ear full, for dragging her out here, he thought ruefully and picked up his pacing again. A few moments later, she stumbled free from the bodies swaying and squirming with the thrumming beats. "going to try smth new, winky face", had been the last text he received from her before getting on the tube and hot damn… she had. Only her hair was reminiscent of the timid mage, kept straight and falling down onto her shoulders, bangs freshly trimmed to end in a straight line above her brows. To cover her chest Lucille wore only a black pleather bra, the burning church tattooed across he abdomen, was on full display, showing its bell-tower ablaze, right between her breasts. She had paired it off with nothing more than a pair of latex gloves and a matching skirt, making Dan sweat just by looking at it. Clashing with the entire get up, the mad woman had forgone the use of shoes completely.

Not my best work… but after spending so much time on researching, I am a bit anxious to get writing. There is still some catching up with the long-term goal to do… soooo snaps fingers LET'S DO IT!

Okaaay… five hours later… didn't hit the word count… yet. But I am due for a food break, having ordered poké bowl from my fav restaurant.

I really underestimated how far fight scenes were out of my comfortzone… usually I am more for the whole emotional stuff… but as I am writing sci-fi about ppl doing sneaky shit and pissing off powerful other ppl, I don't think I will get away without it…

In the end… I went against the plan I had, and reshuffled my entire story a little bit.. soooo.. that just might turn into something interesting… who knows…

As of now I am at ~1400 words, so very close… aaaand the next scene coming up, will be snugly inside my comfort zone again, hence I am no tooo worried, I won't hit my mark for the day.This wraps up Chapter IV nice and neat~

I do a lot better at starting a chapter than ending it sooo...

But.. to learn from this, I will probably alter the daily warm up challenge a bit… by changing it to stuff I am not quite good at yet..

Maybe a paragraph of a battle scene or dialogue each day? Something like this.

As it stands now, I will wait for my food and write a bit more afterwards…

For now, lets continue with the Playlist, shall we?

Today's song: Faunts - M4 Pt.2

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Why is this on my playlist? Those among you with an excellent taste in Video Games, might already know this one. If not by name, then from the Mass Effect I credits, as it is from the Game's OST. To be honest, it doesn't align at all with what I usually listen to, but then that's mostly everything that leads to the release of dopamine in my brain… so I can't claim any consistency there. Being a huuuuge fan of the Mass Effect Trilogy… and my alien waifu Garrus, connecting a very peaceful time in my life with these games… an age of innocence so to speak.. I have feelings about the song as well…

The lyrics just resonate with me… and I kinda always come back to it, when I have a hard time. Its not cheerful or anything.. but it holds this deepfelt wish for someone to heal… and struggling with mental illness, I just need it.

As my novel draws a lot from my personal experiences and how I see the world, this fits the story's playlist quite well… and its Mass Effect related… sooo doubly perfect~

Sooooo I will go wait for food now and play some Mahjong or whatever :D Have a lovely day~

#writing #creative writing #on writing #national novel writing mont #nanowrimo 2023 #nanowrimo #sci fi novel #science fiction #sci fi #writing challenge #writing journal #writing journey #faunts #mass effect #Youtube

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1/2 And we are at 4x10, i should probably say that he did threaten with a lawsuit if the episode doesnt have Britin being cute/happy, he is literally one of us. HE SAW THE BEGINNING WHERE IT SHOWS A TINY PART OF BRIANS BED AND HEARD MOANS AND HE IMMEDIATELY WENT ‘it’s Brian! okaaaay, look at them having sexy time again. I am so fucking glad that Justin’s hair is growing back. (That surgery flashback happens) What just happened? Why did we go from soft to rough? Is he having surgery flashbacks? What’s going on? Did he lose his hard on? See, if the fucking Doctor didn’t get mad at me, i would’ve had ALL my questions answered but noooo, now I’m in the dark about my Bri Bri’s health. Oh i feel bad for Brian, this has to suck. But its okay Bri Bri. Things happen. If this was season 2, hed yell at Justin by now.’ And we are now at Emmett and Drew in the motel ‘what the fuck? How did we get here? DUDE…i think he’s not straight..(drew has his little internalized homophobia moment) um dude.. what the fuck? *deep manly voice* i throw ball far! I catch ball! I no gay, me straight! SPORTS *hits his chest* hetero bro!…dude, i think you need to look up the word straight. EMMETT YOU DESERVE BETTER CAUSE THIS IS BULLSHIT’ we are at Lindsay and Sam now ‘full offense but his art is not worth acting all *waves his hand at lindsay* whatever the hell that is. IS SHE JEALOUS THAT HE FLIRTED WITH A DIFFERENT WOMAN? Lindsay? What?’ And we are back at Brian ‘i missed this cute motherfucker *he is watching Brian at work like it’s the best thing ever* i need more of this. He is a beast at his work. No wonder he thinks he’s the shit. (Brian says that line about juggling balls and ted looks ready to tell jokes) THIS IS WHAT I WANTED! THIS! THEM! BEING BESTIES! *looks at me all worried* thats what the youth say nowadays right? Besties? I’m right, right? BRIAN LIKES TEDS SUIT! AND CONFIDENCE! Okay so brian and ted? New favorite duo! But also brian, ted and Cynthia? New favorite trio!’ Mikey and Justin are now on the screen and he is all excited ‘THIS IS ALSO NICE! Justin and Mike being best friends! FUCKING FINALLY! I knew Mike had some good in him. Finally he is done pissing me off. THEY HAVENT FUCKED SINCE THE SURGERY?! Theyre going to get HERBS?! FOR BRIAN? FOR SEX? not what i thought of when i said besties but okay?’ And now we are at Ben and his student scene ‘what the fuck is going on over here. Ben had potential in the beginning! What the fuck happened with him since then and what the fuck is this shit? OH THE GUY IS HITTING ON HIM! BEN WHAT THE FUCK’ and the Brian/Deb scene is about to happen ‘IS DEBBIE IGNORING BRIAN? Wait have they not even talked since vic died? DEB WHAT THE FUCK? Did you see how he looked after deb? He is SAD! Someone fix this because i cant handle him being sad (brian runs after deb) oh i guess Brian is gonna fix this. This is new. Deb he needs you. He needs a mom! Shit does jen know yet?! Look at him fixing his messes. MY BABY IS GROWING UP! (Brian tells deb) HOLY FUCKING SHIT. *he literally teared up at Deb being all mom to brian and when she like buttons up his jacket* I hate that the only time he has a mom is when horrible shit happens. He needs someone to look after him as much as he looks after them. Also why is this literally me if i was around Brian? WHY ARE WE ASKING ABOUT HIS MOTHER? FUCK HIS MOM. She doesnt deserve to know! (Deb hugs brian and he once again tears up) yes he will be okay! Finally someone is hugging him!’ ‘Wait Emmett is going to get Drew a job? He was all im hetero not gay and being a bitch about it and he’s helping him? Emmett, no. You deserve better’ mikey and justin scene is up!! ‘Look at the new besties! If you told season 1 Michael that he’d be HELPING Justin fuck Brian, he’d have a stroke. *he is absolutely dying out of laughter at the china store scene* what are they saying? Remember when that one time, i accidentally put Chinese subtitles and thought i spoke Chinese?’ ‘BRIAN! Dont you worry! Blondie is on his way with boner herbs!’

I should probably say that he did threaten with a lawsuit if the episode doesnt have Britin being cute/happy, he is literally one of us. HE IS ONE OF US. I seriously love the idea of bringing a lawsuit against CowLip for emotional pain and suffering.

I am so fucking glad that Justin’s hair is growing back. <- One of us!

If this was season 2, hed yell at Justin by now. GROWTH! (only to have it ripped away in S5)

OUR BABY IS GROWING UP

Joan doesn’t deserve to know.

And Emmett does deserve better. (Sorry Drew)

OH MY GOD even I remember when he put on Chinese subtitles and thought he spoke Chinese. I’m one of your family now. And yes, if you had told Justin and Mikey they would be collaborating to help Justin fuck Brian in s1 or s3… strokes would be had.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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art is to feel (ch. 3) | A Bridgerton Series

Series: art is to feel

Paring: Anthony Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: Anthony Bridgerton has only one goal for this upcoming social season. To find a wife. What will he do when a young woman with no desire for marriage comes waltzing into his life?

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: N/A

A/N: Horseback riding and even more Benedict! What more could you want? (maybe even more anthony x reader but uhhh that’s not really how a slow burn works, sorry!) I want to know all your thoughts about this chapter!

(Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) // (Chapter 4) (Chapter 5) (Chapter 6) (Chapter 7)

In a miraculous turn of events, the sun was shining in London. It was situated high in the sky and beaming down on Anthony Bridgerton as he sat on his stead, staring out across Hyde Park as he waited.

“Oh, Lord Bridgerton, I did not expect to see you here,” You said as you trotted your own horse up to the gentleman, feigning surprise.

The look on Anthony Bridgerton’s face is priceless. “I’m sorry I was under the impression-”

You laugh as you take in his stricken expression, “It was only a joke, Bridgerton, I simply meant to tease you,” You tell him, hoping to assuage his embarrassment. Men like him hate nothing more than to be embarrassed, especially by a woman. “I am glad you are here, shall we ride?”

But without waiting for his answer you press your heel sharply into your stead’s side and take off at a gallop that is far from appropriate (and also rather risky when riding sidesaddle).

You laugh as you turn your head to see Anthony struggling to push his own horse to catch up to yours.

Once you slow your horse down to a more comfortable trot a conversation between the two of you can actually be held.

“I’m told you are the most accomplished debutante of the season, so how does it feel to be the incomparable of the season?” He asks, the small smile playing across his lips indicating the teasing nature of his words.

You wrinkle your nose slightly, “Did Lady Danbury tell you that?”

“It was my mother, actually,” He replies.

“Well, it’s good to know that all of society is invested in my marriage prospects,” You huff. “Gigi, Lady Danbury that is-”

“Gigi?”

“Well, that’s her name,” You tell Anthony after a moment, wondering why he’s so surprised.

“I just never considered that Lady Danbury might have a first name.”

“You’re impossible. Yes, her first name is Agatha, but I couldn’t pronounce it as a child so I’ve just always called her Gigi. I thought that was common knowledge, I didn’t realize I was exposing some sort of state secret,” You tell Mr. Bridgerton with a shrug.

“I don’t think I’ve heard anyone call her anything other than Lady Danbury. Unless they’re calling her an old-”

“Now that’s just rude!” You protest, cutting him off.

“Gigi,” Mr. Bridgerton repeats after a moment, chuckling to himself.

“What else would I call her? I can’t very well call her Lady Danbury every day,” You ask, exasperated by this conversation.

“I guess I’ll have to secede this argument to you, I don’t believe I have a chance of winning against you,” Anthony replies with a bemused look on his face, clearly enjoying how worked up you’re getting.

“No, you do not,” You tell him with a smug smile.

The two of you continued your ride, making pleasant small talk about the weather, and the recent gossip spreading around the town.

“You are not at all what I expected Ms. (Y/L/N),” Anthony says as the two of you return to the entrance to the park.

“Nor are you, Bridgerton,” You reply as you glance over at him.

You think about it for a moment before trying to phrase your question. “Would it be too forward of me to ask to see you again? You are a refreshing change of pace from the men who seem intent upon courting me. I think I rather like spending time with someone who does not wish to trade for me like I am some broodmare.”

“I rather think we’re already far beyond the confines of polite society when just the two of us,” Anthony replies politely. “I will call on you this week when I can find the time.”

“Until then, Miss (Y/L/N),” He adds with a rather devilish smile.

“Good day, Lord Bridgerton.” You reply wryly.

Anthony smiled to himself as he watched Miss (Y/L/N) and her groom depart from the stables. (Y/N) would be the perfect Lady Bridgerton. Now he just needed to convince (Y/N) of it.

“Why exactly do I have to come?” Colin complained as he and Anthony made their way through the gates of Holbourne Hall

“Because,” Anthony sighed, “Miss (Y/L/N) is practically a member of our family. It’s the proper thing to call on a close acquaintance.”

“Then why are we here with every other dandy in the ton?”

“When else would a young lady be in more need of a friendly face?”

Colin rolls his eyes but silently follows his elder brother up the house's grand staircase.

Lord Wirthford was droning on and on about his family’s large estate in Derbyshire when the Bridgertons arrived. You had already listened to him explain the rather intricate details of his family’s barley farms. Normally you would have risked the potential impoliteness incurred by ending this mind-numbing conversation, but Lord Wirthford was an incredibly important man.

He had the power to end a person's social life if he thought they wronged him. And if Lady Danbury was an accurate source on the topic (which she was, given she was an accurate source on all issues relating to members of the ton), he had done it before, and would certainly do it again. He had the political and social sway to end an aristocratic life in London, and no qualms about doing so.

“Miss (Y/L/N), do you have any familiarity with the fertilization process on a farm?” Mr. Wirthford asked, peering at you oddly.

“I can’t say I do,” You replied, slightly taken aback. Less so by the rather unfortunate topic, but rather by the question, Lord Wirthford had not asked you a single question since he had sat down and begun regaling you with long-winded monologues about his life.

“It’s a fascinating method, it all begins with...” Mr. Wirthford began his new treatise. You quickly zoned out, whether it was simply from boredom or some base-level self-preservation from the understanding that listening to Mr. Wirthford for too long would leave your brain and melted pool of mush, you were not entirely certain.

While you were feigning attention to Mr. Wirthford, Mr. Bridgerton caught your attention out of the corner of your eye. He made his way slowly over to where you and Mr. Wirthford were sitting and stood expectantly in front of your pair, waiting for his chance to cut in.

You glanced up at him before turning back to Mr. Wirthford, hoping to transition the conversation gently to its end. “Pardon me, my lord-”

“It’s actually much more complicated than one might assume at first glance,” Mr. Wirthford continued, wholly ignoring you.

“Is there a problem, Lord Bridgerton?” You asked as you turned away from him, instead directly yourself more clearly towards Anthony.

“I believe that is my seat,” Anthony interrupted.

“I’m nearly finished, Bridgerton,” Mr. Wirthford replied haughtily.

You interjected yourself before either man could have the chance to open their mouth. “I believe you are finished, Mr. Wirthford,” You told him sharply. “I knew nothing about fertilization practices before today, so for that educational lecture, I should thank you. With how much work it takes to manage farms I should think that you are a very busy man and that you must have business to attend to before the afternoon is over.”

“Have a good afternoon, Mr. Wirthford,” You add, just in case your meaning had not been clearly communicated.

Mr. Wirthford sat stunned for a moment by your outburst before nodding and beginning to say something about a great many meetings he had with other important men in London.

“She’s almost as terrifying as Lady Danbury when she wants to be,” Colin quipped in Anthony’s ear as he watched the poor man bid his farewell after being so soundly dismissed.

Anthony nods, “Well, she had to learn it somewhere.”

“What an odious man,” You mutter as the aforementioned gentleman takes his leave. “You do not need to save me, Lord Bridgerton, I can take care of myself.” You add as Anthony comes to sit down next to you.

“I hope that you or Mr. Bridgerton have something more interesting than barley farming to entertain me with,” You add.

“I don’t know, I think that I have a pretty enthralling tale about Anthony and a pile of manure that you might enjoy hearing,” Colin replied as he sat down, causing Anthony to instantly regret dragging his brother along with him.

It seems that Anthony Bridgerton has finally set his sights on a potential bride. The courtship is not official, but anyone with eyes can see how clearly smitten the young Viscount is with Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N). And this writer can certainly concur that they make a very handsome couple.

Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers, 4 April 1914

You had been in the sitting room working your way through a new volume of Shelley’s poetry when Lady Danbury had joined you.

“The Viscount has graced our sitting room with his presence every other day this week, and I hear he has also taken to frequenting Hyde Park,” Lady Danbury says after a few minutes of companionable silence. “Lady Whistledown has many, many thoughts about it. And the two of you.”

Lady Danbury was right, of course, Anthony had called on you almost every day that week. And you liked it. It was nice to be able to talk to someone without the overtures of courtship smacking you in the face at every turn.

With the understanding that Anthony was not interested in you, and that you had no desire to marry him, Anthony didn’t have to prove anything about what sort of man he was. And you didn’t have to worry about seeming polite and ladylike. It made your friendship easy.

You set your book down before replying, “I can only imagine, whoever that poor woman is, it’s impeccably clear that she has no life of her own.”

Lady Danbury just stares at you, clearly unamused.

“I suppose I haven’t kept track of his whereabouts,” You add after a moment, realizing this topic is not going to be dropped any time soon. “Well, ask me what you want to ask, Gigi,”

“Are you truly considering a courtship with Anthony Bridgerton?”

“We just enjoy each other's company, Nothing more,” You tell her plainly. “I can assure you that there is nothing going on between the two of us, we are merely friends.”

“If you say so, my dear,” Lady Danbury replied after a moment. Her eyes never leaving yours, as if she was waiting for a different answer. An answer that you most certainly will not be giving her. “I just have never seen Anthony Bridgerton spend more than a few minutes with a young woman who isn’t his sister.”

“And I am sure he sees me as just that,” You reply. “A sister.”

“Hmmm,” Lady Danbury hums as she goes back to reading the new Whistledown.

The sky in London is once again downcast, though even the less-than-perfect weather can’t dissuade your mood.

Lady Danbury, Mrs. Bridgerton, and even the younger Bridgertons can’t help but notice your uncharacteristically positive attitude as you continue the tradition of joining Lady Danbury and the Bridgerton clan in the royal gardens.

“Would you like to promenade with me?” You asked Benedict.

“An audience with the incomparable of the season, I do say, whatever could I have done to deserve such an honor?” Ben teases as he offers you his arm, stepping away from your guardian and his mother, your Ladies-maid in tow.

“Do not be impertinent, Benedict, it’s not becoming of you,” You quip back at him as you intertwine your arm with his and lead him down the path. “Besides, it’s all part of my mischievous plan.”

You gesture to Martha once you are certain Lady Danbury and the Dowager Viscountess Bridgerton are far enough away that they won’t notice anything out of the sort and she produces the sketchbooks you’d asked her to bring along for you.

“Thank you, Martha, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Much less mischief, I assure you,” Martha replies, not unkindly.

You laugh before rather unceremoniously seating yourself on the ground. You’re close to the water, and it’s a pleasantly sunny day, which means many of the birds and other creatures of the park are out and about where you can see them.

“Lady Danbury said it would be improper to invite you to my studio at home. Something about a boldness that would be unbecoming for a debutante. So I figured I would have to bring the studio to you.” You saw with a dismissive wave of your hand, “You really are a marvelous talent, Ben, I hope you don’t mind that I’ve stolen you away from my own selfish purposes,” You add.

“You are perhaps the most bizarre lady I have ever made the acquaintance of, (Y/N),” Benedict says after a moment of silence. “And here I was thinking that you were going to attempt to seduce me in the bushes.”

You scoff at Benedict’s stupid joke and hand him a charcoal pencil.

“Look at the way the light reflects off the pond,” You say after several minutes of silence. Both you and Benedict \deeply focused on your own sketchbooks.

“How is it that you manage to capture light and movement without second-guessing yourself?” Ben asks as he looks over at your sketch and then out at the pond again.

“Hope.” You reply with a small grin as you glance over at Ben before turning back to your own work.

“I heard that your brother is in search of a bride this season. Has he selected the poor woman he wishes to trap yet?” You ask Benedict, trying to school your features into polite disinterest, never taking your eyes off of your own sketchpad.

“Why? Will you be jealous?” Benedict asks.

“What? Of course not!” You protest. “I simply wish to ensure that it is not me. Lady Whistledown seems to think we’re courting, hell, even Lady Danbury things that we are, no one seems to believe me when I assure them that we are not, so I’m simply hoping that he makes his decision soon so that I may be left out of the gossip.”

Benedict looks at you from over his sketchbook with a quirked eyebrow.

Damn these Bridgertons.

“What?” You ask as you throw your arms down and turn to face him.

“It just seems like you might get a little jealous if I were to tell you that it’s not you,” Benedict tells you with a knowing smirk.

“I have zero interest in a courtship with Anthony,” You tell him plainly.

Ben rolls his eyes, “I’ve seen the two of you together. The laughing, the little touches… I am not blind (Y/N), and neither is the rest of the town.”

“Merely a harmless flirtation, and nothing that could imply any sort of attachment,” You reply. “If you’re so concerned, remind your brother that I have no plans to marry.”

“It’s not him I’m worried about, (Y/N), it’s you,” Ben tells you gently, something swimming in his eyes as he looks over at you. An emotion that you hate to realize is pity.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” You remind him. “I can handle myself perfectly fine. I have been for some years now.”

“You are so much like Eloise, it truly astounds me.”

“I am going to take that as a compliment,” You huff as you turn back to your sketch.

“I knew you would,” Benedict replies, shaking his head in amusement.

(next chapter)

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ghost-ghost-baby · 3 years ago

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Narcissist (alpha!readerxOmega!Bakugo soulmate au)

An: this is heavily inspired by the song narcissist by younger hunger definitely recommend listening to it!

An: BIG TY TO MY BETA FOR EDITING THIS ABSOLUTE MONSTER OF A FIC WE STAN!

Word count: 3.2k (ur welcome)

Summary: Bakugo being a little shit basically- Mina and Denki r sick of him- reader runs out of scent blockers-

Warnings: omegaverse, swearing, Bakugo being a dick, reader just thinks he’s hot, gets a bit spicy but nothing graphic, non traditional dynamics (subby alphas) drug use (weed)

You were in a familiar room, one you’d come to love since you’d started dreaming of it, and you sat on the bed and waited… any moment now.

“Oi, are you here, shithead?” The voice of your omega was dreamier than it was in real life; his harsh words unable to punctuate the tranquility of your dream.

“I always am, Katsuki!” You chirped, grinning as he slowly faded into existence. The black tank top and jeans he wears make him look far too good, and your brain short-circuited for a few seconds.

“I told you not to fucking call me that!” He growled, but you only laughed. Reaching out to grab his hands before he could stop you, you pull him down so you could kiss him. Any anger he had quickly melted away, and Katsuki had pulled one hand away to rest on your shoulder and pushed back. You got the point, you pulled away for air and leaned back on your elbows as you did. Katsuki followed and straddled you without a moment of hesitation. His mouth latched onto your neck and you let out a hum. With one hand gravitating to tangle in his hair, he gave you another push that had you lying flat on your back.

“Hey-”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t ruin this.” Katsuki bit down on your throat and you squeaked, although he licked over the mark seconds later to soothe it, and only pulled away to kiss you when you tried to talk again. You melted, let your hands wander down to his thighs, and had your thumbs rubbing absent-minded circles. Then, Katsuki was unbuttoning the shirt you had on, hands quickly trailing lower to-

“Y/N! Did you hear what Mr. Aizawa said?” Mina’s voice brought you back from the dream you had the night before, and you blinked at her as you blanked.

“No way I'm working with their dumbass!” Katsuki snarled as Kiri forced him into a seat at your table, and you turned your head to Sero with a questioning look. He usually knew what was going on in class.

“We have a group project for a presentation, Mr. Aizawa picked the groups-”

“Oh hell yeah, all my best bro’s working together? Sounds like fun to me!” Denki leaned over to hug you and Mina, and the pieces started to click together. You were working on an art project, with your mate, who hate-

“How could anything be fun with Y/n around, they fucking ruin everything.” Katsuki grumbled to himself, refusing to meet your eyes despite sitting opposite you. Kiri mouthed an apology to you from his seat next to Katsuki. Honestly, you had no idea why he’d decided to act like… such a brat really, but it was just an act, however annoying it was. The two of you were soulmates, he’d come around, eventually.

“Oh hush, Bakugo, Y/n’s a riot and we all know it! You’re the one who goes to sleep at like, 8pm” Denki came to your aid. The electric blonde then pressed a kiss to your cheek that had Katsuki gritting his teeth.

“So, what's the project, guys?” You flipped through your book to a fresh page, resting your chin on your hand as you waited for the others to speak.

“We have to show the versatility of styles and composition under a singular theme!” Kiri was the one that answered you, and the group immediately started throwing around ideas.

“I think we could do horror, a lot of horror artists have different composition styles and still manage to convey the-”

“Tch, that’s the best you could come up with? I’m not surprised, an alpha as shitty as you can’t be capable of any decent ideas.” Katsuki sneered, but you only smiled at him as the group agreed with your idea. Your omega merely grumbled and hunched over in his seat as the group discussed the different artists you could use as examples.

You’d stayed late to double-check something with a professor, and you were still flipping through your notebook as you walked through the unusually empty halls. You weren’t paying attention to where you were going, and before you knew it you ran into someone, the same someone who shoved you against a wall seconds later, but your fear subsided when you realised it was just Katsuki.

“Watch where you’re fucking going, dipshit.” Katsuki wasn’t even sure why he’d pushed you up against the wall, but being this close to you, touching you… it was..nice…

“Tch, god your scent is so weak, you smell like a fucking beta, how’d I get stuck with such a runt, huh? Some sick kind of joke.” Katsuki’s tone didn't match what he was saying. The way he leaned forward to rub his cheek over your scent gland definitely said otherwise, but you stayed quiet, he always found some excuse to scent you, but he’d usually get embarrassed and storm off if you dared to say anything.

“You’re pathetic, you know? Being this submissive for an omega, are you sure you’re not a beta? It’d make more sense.” You bit your lip when Bakugo pressed a kiss to your neck, only hesitating a moment before he started sucking a mark onto your skin. His words bounced right off of you because all you could focus on was how hot he was and how he’d subconsciously put his thigh between your legs and thank fuck you were on scent blockers, or you’d never hear the end of it.

“Really, you aren’t even going to try and defend yourself? You’re even weaker than I thought.” A growl next to your ear made you shiver, and Katsuki pushed away with a snarl when he was satisfied. He cursed at you again and warned you ‘not to tell anyone or he’d kick your ass’ (he wouldn’t) before he walked away, leaving you to walk home with your head completely in the clouds.

“What took you so fucking long, huh idiot?” Katsuki was on you the second you appeared in the dream, pulling you down into a rather ferocious kiss before you could say anything. He bit your lip when you didn’t open your mouth fast enough, swallowing any protests you would have made, and continued to kiss you until you were dizzy. “I’ve been waiting two hours…” He pulled away to kiss under your jaw, and if you didn’t know him so well you’d miss the insecure tone in his voice.

“Sorry, Midoriya wanted-” You stopped when Katsuki growled, biting down so hard you were surprised he didn't draw blood.

“Why the fuck are you saying his name here, huh? Are you tryna piss me off?” He pulled away to sneer at you. You opened your mouth to explain, but the words died in your throat when he unzipped your hoodie, and any coherent thought you had went out the window when he started to kiss your neck.

Everything was ready. The lounge room was set up, complete with snacks, drinks, and stationery for you and your friends to work on the project. They were meant to be here any second, and you couldn’t help but hover near the door to your apartment. You weren’t used to having people over and it still put you on edge having others in your space. But that thought left your head when a knock sounded on your door. You quickly opened it and were almost knocked over by Denki and Mina engulfing you in a hug.

“Thanks so much for hosting bro!”

“Awww you laid out all these snacks and stuff too! An omega’s gonna be really lucky to have you one day Y/n!” They pushed inside. Denki closed the door as Mina oohed and aahed over the setup, their praise had a slight blush rising to your face as you sheepishly rubbed your neck. Sero was next, quickly hugging you before he joined Denki and Mina, then Katsuki and Kirishima last. The blonde pushed past you without saying hello, but Kiri pulled you into a hug so tight you couldn’t breathe for a second, and was complimenting the setup as you took a seat. You tried to sit next to Mina, but Denki let out a whine and the pair was pulling you down between them before you had time to protest. Denki immediately leaned on you once you were settled. Katsuki couldn’t focus on the project, how could he, when his two dipshit friends were all over his mate. And you weren’t even doing anything to stop them! In fact, you were leaning into their hugs and giggling at every stupid joke they made! It had Katsuki fuming. Kirishima was the only one close enough to smell the angry shift in his scent, and he glanced between his friend and you, slowly putting the pieces together. You really had no idea what was happening, but Denki’s head was on your shoulder, and Mina’s arm around your waist as she asked questions about the project, giggling and pressing a kiss to your cheek whenever you got confused, which happened more than you’d like to admit. The blonde gritted his teeth when Mina’s hand went to your thigh, you were his! Nobody else should ever be touching you like that! You should know better! So when you excused yourself to grab something from your room, of course he made up some excuse about needing the bathroom so he could follow you.

The door to your room closed with a click, and you quickly spun around, expecting to see Mina or Denki, anyone except Katsuki to be honest.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He was seeing red at this point. He cornered you and made you stumble back until your waist hit your desk.

“Uh- getting more pens-?” You held out the pack of pens with a confused look on your face that only made Katsuki angrier. How were you so stupid? And so fucking cute when you were- he cut off that thought, he needed to focus on yelling at you. Not the way your brows furrowed and how you nervously bite your lip as you waited for him to say something. Wait- were you blushing? Fuck, maybe he should-

“Katsuki? Are you oka-“

“Shut the fuck up, dipshit.” He snarled. Then, catching you both off guard, he leaned forward and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered closed immediately. He’d only kissed you in your dreams, which was nothing compared to this, and you hesitantly placed your hands on his waist. His hands went to your hair to pull you closer, tugging it until you got the message and parted your lips for him. Katsuki let out a hum of approval as he deepened the kiss, why hadn’t he done this sooner? You couldn’t focus on anything other than how much Katsuki tasted like caramel, he didn’t taste like caramel in the dreams. You couldn’t help but whine when he pulled back. Another insistent tug on your hair had you tilting your head back, and Katsuki didn’t waste any time kissing over your neck. You were so lost in the feeling you almost missed the words he growled against your skin.

“You should know better, you’re mine. Other people shouldn’t be fucking touching you like that.”

“Do you think they’re like…. Finally-” Mina made a hand gesture that had Denki cackling, even Kiri cracked a smile.

“I hope so, it’s getting hard to watch all the back and forth.” Sero sighed, dropped his pen, and stretched.

“Yeah, have you seen how mad Bakubro gets though? It’s pretty fun to push his buttons like this!” Denki grinned as he leaned his head on Mina’s shoulder, and she wrapped her arm around his waist.

“I don’t know… Bakugo’s uh… stubborn, to put it nicely.”

“Your scent is weird… are you wearing a different perfume?” Mina leaned her head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist as you glanced at Katsuki. After whatever the fuck had happened in your room, he’d gone back to acting like he hated you, so, you’d kept letting Denki and Mina do whatever they wanted. He had his eyes fixated on the work, and you turned back to Mina with a smile.

“Oh, sorry about that! I forgot to refill my scent blockers and my doctor’s not available until next week.”

“Don’t be sorry, bro! It’s nice, like really, really nice!” Denki came up behind you, throwing a quick glance at Katsuki before he leaned forward, crooning and rubbing his cheek over your scent gland, Mina doing the same a moment later. The pen Katsuki was holding snapped, his angry scent pumping out in waves as he glared daggers into the book in front of him, all too aware of you laughing.

You were hyper-aware of how strong your scent was, this was the longest you’d gone without scent blockers since you’d presented, and you’d lit a scented candle to try and cover it up. It hadn’t really worked, maybe you should light some incense-

“Y/n! Sorry we’re early!” Mina’s hand on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts, and you shook your head before you smiled. Denki cut you off before you could apologize about your scent.

“Damn Y/n! It smells like you baked cookies- oh my god did you bake-”

“Don’t be stupid, babe, it’s just their scent.” Mina shoved him inside, shaking her head as she followed and closed the door behind her.

“Oh! Of course!” Denki nodded, and he and Mina linked arms with you. They walked you over to the couch and sat you all down with grins on their faces.

“Uh… guys-?” You didn’t trust that look, it never leads to anything good.

“Well, since the project is like, 99.5% done-” Mina started, hand coming up to play with your hair.

“We thought we deserved a reward!” Denki interrupted, reaching into his bag and producing a blunt. You felt your own grin forming.

“Oh my god- is that from-”

“Shinso! You know he sells the best stuff on campus, I decided to splurge for my bros!” Denki looked incredibly pleased with himself, and you couldn’t help but tackle the blonde in a hug.

“Oh my god Denki, you’re the best!”

The three of you were blazed by the time the others got there. Sero happily bounced over to share the blunt, while Katsuki and Kiri just sighed and sat down with you. Katsuki’s eyes instantly zoned in on where you were lying on Mina and Denki on the couch. He was oddly silent as he tried to keep his cool, the nagging thoughts that had always been there slowly got stronger. He’d always had to be strong, people perceived him as weak just because of his dynamic, so he’d rejected the thought of being with an alpha, hoping for a beta or omega. Or you. You never made a big deal out of your dynamic, and always treated him as an equal. Then the dreams started. He loved you, he really did! But his whole reputation would go down the drain if he was claimed by an alpha, especially one with such a weak scent and mild presence. So…. he pretended to hate you in public because the two of you had your dreams, where nobody could judge him! Even if they did pale in comparison to real life. But lately… he couldn’t stop wondering… were you getting tired of waiting? With the way you were acting… the thought made his stomach turn and his canines come out. Especially since you had run out of blockers. Your scent getting stronger and stronger as the days went by. You were his alpha! You shouldn’t be scenting other people! Especially omegas! And you certainly shouldn’t be laying on them while you were ignoring him! You hadn’t even said hello to him! You were too busy getting high with those assholes like you didn't belong to him! You were his, it wasn’t fair!

Mina was the last out of the apartment. She kissed your cheek and winked at you as the door closed. The exhaustion set in as you leaned against the door.

“What the fuck was that?” Katsuki growled and made you startled when you saw him by the table. You only shrugged as you went to pack up the stuff on the couch.

“Denki got us some weed because the project was done-”

“Not that, dickhead! They were all over you!” He marched over to you, trying to ignore how good you smelled up close.

“And? We’re not-” You responded, and Katsuki was shoving you before he realized, ignoring the way you yelped as you fell on the couch. You sprawled on your back and glaring up at him.

“Katsuki! What the fuck!” Katsuki didn’t reply, eyes traveling over your vulnerable form. Flush rose to his face as he realized how provocative the position was, causing warmth to pool in his tummy. If kissing was so much better in reality, what would it be like to be inside you? Feel you clench around him and pull his hair when he hit your sweet spot? Would your thighs shake the same in real life when he just kept going? The omega didn’t even realize his scent had changed, he just licked his lips and stared at you with hooded eyes, fuck he wanted-

“Are you okay? You zoned out.” Fuck, when had you gotten up? You were so close now, your scent overwhelming. He never wanted you to go on blockers again.

“Fuck, Katsuki! Katsuki! Are you in heat?” It finally dawned on you. Katsuki’s scent had taken on a sweeter tone it didn’t usually have, and with the way he kept zoning out, it was obvious. Plus thoughts of him on top of you that wouldn’t leave your brain alone. Your question snapped him out of his daze, and the omega snarled at you, stepping back and stumbling when a jolt of pain went through him.

“Fuck off, like you could trigger-” His voice cut off as another wave of pain went through him, causing you to reached out to steady him without thinking. The omega was going to let out a growl but it quickly changed to a whine as it escaped his mouth. You pulled your hand back like it had burned, although your mate’s temperature was so high it wasn’t out of the question. You took two steps back and froze when a feral snarl ripped through the room, dark red eyes pinning you in your place.

“He-hey Katsuki…” Your voice stopped his growling, and it took every ounce of self-control you had to stay coherent as he advanced, your rut already trying to cloud your judgment. Your eyes darted around the room, maybe you could make it to the bathroom? Then Katsuki could ride out his heat and you could talk about it? yeah. Katsuki was only a foot away from you now, the grin he had on was somehow more unsettling than the snarl, and you shook your head to get some of your resolve back. Okay, three, two, one-

You made it maybe ten centimeters before Katuski caught you, and pushed you back down on the couch. He wasted no time sitting on your lap and tilting your face up to look into his eyes.

“You’re not getting away from me, Alpha. I know you want this. I should have done this months ago.” Sincerity shone through your omega’s lidded eyes, and you felt your small shred of resolve shrink away even more. Your hands flew to his chest to push him away.

“Ka-Katsuki it’s just- just your heat, you don’t mean-“

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t mean, alpha.” Katsuki was back to growling at you. His hands grabbed your wrists, pinned them down, and used his knees to keep them in place. He went back to cupping your face, red eyes boring into yours as he thought of what to say and a growl leaving him whenever you dared to look away. You were so, so obnoxiously pretty, it made it even harder to focus. Katsuki kept getting distracted by little details, like how your eyes shone and you kept biting your lip.

“You’re so fuckin stupid, ya know that? Of course, I fuckin want you, you’re my alpha- I don’t… I don’t care what other people think anymore, I just want you.” Katsuki’s tone was softer than you expected, and you could only gape at him as a blush quickly rose to your face. You knew he didn’t hate you, but hearing him say that lifted a weight off your shoulders you’d been carrying for who knows how long. The moment passed, all the softness went away as Katsuki leaned down to kiss you, and this time you kissed him back without any reservations.

#bnha #Bakugo x reader #omegaverse #bnha omegaverse #bnha x reader #omega Bakugo #alpha reader #reader insert #omegaverse imagine #bnha imagine

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albatris · 2 years ago

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what's up everyone

it's nanowrimo day three and I am not at all doing a nanowrimo update but here r some words from my camp nano doc that I sifted through today for some reason lol. have some quinn n alex from that one flashback

todays mood is priccccckly and today's jam is "the reckoning" by dom fera

tags tags?

@nicola-writes @saturniiforme @polyaubergine @tracle0 @goosemixtapes @valence-positive @the-one-who-makes-negative-noise @ambiguousfiction @afoolandathief @softboiled-doomdesire @mecharose @vellichor-virgo @flapuflapu @distortion-heart @multi-lefaiye @writeouswriter @itisi-asimplegay @constellationof0rion @writing-is-a-martial-art @midnight-and-his-melodiverse @starry-winter-skies

Alex had been in pain for a long time. Long enough for the pain to become almost muted, almost boring, almost painless. Now every tiny shred of utterly mundane agony Alex had long since let fade into the background suddenly had enough space around it to have a distinct shape. For Alex to feel it, properly feel it.

Alex could feel something other than pain again; ergo, pain had a means to exist.

Alex collapsed. The arms holding it up off the sand buckled at the elbows and it went down, broken and exhausted and drained of energy. Its skin hurt. Its eyes hurt. Its joints hurt. Its mouth hurt. Everything hurt. Everything hurt. Everything hurt.

An agonised, wailing cry filled the air and it took Alex far too long to register that it was coming from its own mouth. Somewhere between a scream of pain and a strangled sob of anguish and a strangled sob of relief. It pressed its forehead to the cool sand, ignoring the way the coarseness bit at its skin.

It was crying, from no particular emotion it could pinpoint. From all of them, maybe. From the capacity of being able to feel at all.

“That was quite a show,” a nearby voice mused, jolting Alex out of its daze. Quinn was perched on the side of the jetty, craned over with their chin resting on clasped hands, their legs swinging back and forth playfully. “I wasn't expecting either of them to actually make it here.”

Alex thought it should say something. Alex could think of nothing at all to say.

There was a dull thud as Quinn hopped down and hit the sand. Alex was certain they were about to stride straight over and assert themself again, but they didn’t. When Alex looked over, they tipped their head questioningly at it and waited for the go ahead.

Alex opened its mouth to speak, felt the scraping rawness of its throat, and thought better. It nodded tiredly.

“It’s not a good look for me, you know!” Quinn announced, that familiar spring in their step as they crossed to where Alex lay sprawled. "Me going back on my word so awkwardly. Like, did you hear her?” Quinn put on a whining voice and threw their fingers into air quotes. “Wah, you promised! God. I wanted to at least try to keep up appearances as the host of a fair game."

Alex tried to lift its head with intent to glare but couldn’t quite figure out how to move.

“If you hadn't been right behind her she could have killed me, Alexis,” Quinn huffed. "I could have died, Alexis."

“You managed to drag them all the way here without either of them killing you,” Alex rasped at last, not sure why it was bothering to argue. “You... had to catch them in the first place without getting killed.”

“I drugged them, silly,” Quinn said. “I’m less efficient if someone comes at me with their fucking fists.” There was a pause, and Quinn let their eyes narrow. “Hey. I know how much effort it’s taking you to speak right now, and I don’t appreciate you using all that energy just to pick a fight with me. Some thanks would be nice.”

You sprung this on me, Alex wanted to say.

You should have known I’d hate this, Alex wanted to say.

Why did you add glitter to the envelope you left me? Alex wanted to say. What was the point of that? Was that just for the aesthetic? I hate that you’re enjoying this. I hate that you’re having fun. Go to hell.

“Thank you,” Alex croaked.

“You’re welcome.” Quinn folded their arms. “I take it you did catch the other one already? How come this took you so long?”

“Overslept,” Alex said. “Been sleeping better since last week. I only woke up because the other one was banging on my door begging me to let him hide inside.”

Quinn choked on a laugh. “Oh, legit? That’s fucking hilarious.” They shook their head wistfully, like they were recalling fond memories of the ride over. They probably were. “Yes, our darling Rupert wasn’t really the brightest biscuit in the bunch as far as abusive shitbags go.”

"Mm." Alex's eyes were closed again. Alex's brain drifting out of focus.

“You can’t fall asleep out here,” Quinn's voice said.

"Mm-hmm."

Quinn's heartbeat grew louder in Alex's ears as Quinn crouched. Quinn gave Alex an experimental poke in the cheek. Then an experimental shake of the shoulder. Then an experimental forcible-peeling-open-of-the-eyelids.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Alex mumbled, swatting Quinn’s hands away. “Get off.”

“You can’t fall asleep out here!” Quinn said again, emphatically. “Your survival instincts are pathetic! The sun exists! What’s wrong with you?”

#a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears #rental car updates #there is nothing new of note here. i just felt like posting it hahaha

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ijustwant2write · 4 years ago

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A Secret Romantic-Benedict Bridgerton x Reader x Eloise Bridgerton (Platonic)

(GIF credit to @aryaofoldstones)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hello! I saw your looking for Bridgerton requests, I would love some Benedict x Eloise sibling fluff! They have such a good dynamic in the show and I need more’

(I wouldn’t mind making another part of this if people want it tbh)

Characters: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader, Eloise Bridgerton x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

(Y/L/N)=Your last name

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff

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Eloise’s gloved hands clung onto her book as she and her family arrived at yet another social event, a ball once again. Her mama had ensured she was dressed to catch the eyes of men, and Eloise knew that meant there would be no room for intelligent conversation. With Daphne now married to the Duke, Eloise had more pressure on her shoulders than she imagined, having to find a suitor of similar standards. However, it wasn’t just her on the market, her brothers were too, especially Benedict (Violet knew it would be extremely difficult to marry off Anthony first, opting for the second eldest son).

Eloise smiled whenever her mama looked her way, though it quickly disappeared once she turned around. Benedict had been instructed to escort her sister around the ball to help seek out suitors, the men knew each other or something about someone; he could help her meet the right one.

“I cannot believe I am here.” Eloise moaned as she looped her arm through her brothers.

“Believe me sister, I do not wish to be here either.”

“Why must you parade me around like a horse at a dressage in order to find a new owner?” Eloise kept catching the men’s gazes, turning up her nose in disgust.

“So dramatic.” he chuckled.

She scoffed.“Well, if you’re going to advise me on who I should be marrying, I shall do the same for you. Now let’s see...”

Eloise looked around the room at all the women, wondering who would be the best match for her brother. Most of these women had no personalities, relying on their outfits to express themselves. Eloise knew of some ladies that were nice, though had nothing in common with her brother.

Eloise shrugged, tugging on her brother’s arm towards the door.“Ah, there’s no one here for us. Let us make haste and leave-”

“Oh no you don’t,” Benedict pulled her back,“we have been strictly told to stay for the night, even if it is just to socialise and...get our names out there.”

Eloise groaned a little too loudly, Ben ducking his head in embarrassment.“How long do these balls go on for?”

“I have never stayed for the full duration.”

“That’s not the answer I want to hear.”

Benedict glanced down at her, somehow only just realising that Eloise had brought a book with her.“Is that book sewed to your hand sister?”

“I brought it just in case I became bored. Which I am already.”

“I shall go and grab us some refreshments. Might as well enjoy them whilst we’re here.”

Eloise let her brother slip away, quickly finding a hiding spot by leaning up against a wall, away from the hustle and bustle of the crowds. She opened her book, continuing where she left off, happy she brought a pencil to scribble down notes for later. The studying never stopped for Eloise.

“Excuse me?” a woman’s voice interrupted her too soon.

Eloise tried her best to be polite, though her smile came off as sarcastic.“Yes?”

“Sorry,” the woman looked taken back,“I thought you were reading a book that I am reading at the moment, but I was wrong. I’ve disturbed you, I shall leave you alone-”

“Wait,” Eloise had now sparked an interest. No other lady had ever approached her like this,“I don’t mean to be rude. What book had you expected?”

“It’s oh so obvious, but I’ve been reading ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s the newest book out at the moment, and my mama lets me read it seeing as it involves a woman finding someone to marry. Although, it’s definitely about something deeper, that’s just what I told her.”

“I don’t indulge in romantic novels myself, but I am glad to hear of a female author selling her work.”

“It’s fantastic. And it’s nice to be able to read something without it being snatched out of my hands. Oh, where are my manners? I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N). Sorry, I’ve been dancing with men all night and none of the conversations have been as riveting as this so far.”

“Why am I not surprised?” they both laughed.“I’m Eloise Bridgerton.”

(Y/N) tried to not show her shock when she heard the surname. They were only the most talked about family, her mama had gone on and on about them, especially when Lady Whistledown mentioned them in her writings.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Might I ask what it is that you are reading?”

“It is to do with my studies. I truly hate these events, so I thought I would ensure my mind was being worked properly.” Eloise realised that could come off as rude, squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment.“I did not mean to offend you by that.”

“It really isn’t any bother.” (Y/N) giggled.“I rather enjoy these just for the dancing and drinks, I find promenading to be more successful in finding a suitor. Though I would much rather sneak off and see if I can get a few more pages in of a book I shouldn’t be reading.”

“Eloise, why must you go wondering off like that...” Benedict’s words trailed off as he approached his sister, spotting a beautiful woman stood by her.

Eloise’s eyes flickered between the two, and she smiled when she saw the adoration in her brother’s eyes. Cheekily taking the two glasses from his hands, she passed one to (Y/N), who awkwardly took it. (Y/N) had gazed upon the Bridgerton men in passing, they were very nice to look at. Of course, she never divulged in any fantasies about them, that would be silly. But seeing one in front of her had taken her breath away.

“Thank you brother.” Eloise said, taking a sip.“This is Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a new friend of mine.”

He gently took her free hand in his, bending forwards slightly to kiss it. (Y/N) had this done to her many times, but this was different. Benedict made her feel butterflies in her stomach. Eloise could tell her mama was going to love this.

She cleared her throat.“We were just speaking of art, actually.”

(Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows.“We were talking about books.”

“I was about to move the topic along.”

“What kind of art would that be then?” Benedict asked, knowing what game his sister was playing.

“The...drawing, kind.”

“Isn’t all art drawn?”

“No, it is also painted.”

“I think artists may sketch out a rough idea before painting.”

“Well you would know brother, seeing as you yourself are an artist.”

“I wouldn’t say that-”

“You paint, Lord Bridgerton?” (Y/N) asked.

“Ah, yes, and I sketch.” he hoped his cheeks weren’t turning red.

“Anything in particular?”

“Mostly people.”

“Are you both attending the art exhibition my family are holding next week?”

“That’s your families’ exhibit?” Benedict became excited.

“Yes, my father collects a lot of art work. Then mother realised she could make a social event out of it, but at least everyone will be able to admire the work.”

“Would you believe it, we already have it noted down in our social calendar!” Eloise informed (Y/N). Benedict could sense her over-reacting, trying to keep a smile as (Y/N)’s face lit up in excitement.

“Perfect!” (Y/N) looked back up at Ben, making him stand a little taller.“It will be nice to have someone there who knows about the artwork. It will make for an interesting conversation. Just don’t let my father lecture you, he will talk for far too long! And I know you will be too polite to try and get away.”

“My brother is very polite.” Eloise said.“In fact, I’m surprised he hasn’t-”

“Excuse me for the intrusion,” a young man said from beside (Y/N),“but I was wondering if we could resume our dance lady (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) was smiling, but Eloise knew that look; it was the face women made when a man who made them uncomfortable approached, but they had to remain ladylike and polite.

“Actually my brother just asked her and she said yes. You two best make your way to the floor before the music starts again.” Eloise nudged her brother.

Benedict was confused at his sisters offer, until he locked eyes with (Y/N) again. They were pleading him to sweep her away, she was even leaning away from this man. He had been disrespectful in some way, and he wasn’t letting (Y/N) go through that again (despite only knowing the girl for a few minutes). He smugly smiled at the man, holding out his arm which (Y/N) took a little too quickly. Eloise was happy with herself as the pair walked off, sending the man a death glare when he asked her to dance instead. Once he left, her eyes went back to find her brother, who was already dancing with (Y/N), both smiling and laughing. Her mama was going to be ecstatic about this.

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Eloise sat in the drawing room, obviously lounging with a book. Her younger siblings were being irritating as usual, running around her in circles. Before they arrived, she had peace. Eloise wanted a few moments alone, because she knew her mama would be bursting with questions about the night before.

“Ah, there you are.” Violet said as she walked in.

The book flopped into Eloise’s lap, a frown on her face. There goes her reading time.

“So, how was last night? Did you meet anyone?” her mama sat beside her.“You two, go play outside if you’re going to run around please.”

The children stopped as their mama spoke, sending each other devilish grins before they ran out of the room again, their giggling echoing down the halls. Violet went to shout after them, but decided to leave it be, there were more pressing matters.

“Well mama, do you see any suitors?” Eloise gestured around her.

Violet sighed.“Did you even try last night?”

“My life will not be reduced to a single night where I was forced to peacock around in order to please a man.”

“Oh, Eloise, must you make everything so dramatic?”

“Funny, Benedict said the same thing.”

“Actually, where is your brother? I have not seen him all morning.”

“He went out.” Eloise was relieved that the focus would now be off of her.“He’s calling upon a lady.”

Violet’s eyes widened.“What? When? Who?”

“Lady (Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“(Y/L/N)? They are quite reputable.”

Eloise rolled her eyes.“Mama, she is a lovely girl. I don’t think you should just judge her on what family she comes from.”

“Oh, so you approve of this girl?”

“I...I mean...Well, I only spoke with her for a mere few minutes.”

“But?”

Eloise let out a huff.“I enjoyed her company. I think Benedict likes her. I didn’t see him for the rest of the night until it was time to leave. He spent all his time with her.”

Violet became overjoyed.“Oh, what marvelous news! I wish he had told me. Do you know what he took to her? Flowers? Food?”

“I have no idea mama. Just wait for his return and he will tell you all the details. I am not a psychic.”

Violet was impatient as she awaited the return of her son. Poor Collin had also been questioned when he showed up in the drawing room, but he had overslept in bed, waking with a terrible headache. It seemed that it was about to come back to him when his mama bombarded him with questions as to why he hadn’t called upon anyone that morning. Eloise kept her giggles quiet, ducking behind her book when Collin sent her daggers.

Poor Benedict had no idea what was in store for him. His cheeks were aching from how much he was smiling. He wasn’t surprised when he arrived at the (Y/L/N)’s house and saw multiple callers for (Y/N). However, jealousy rose inside him when he thought about these men dancing with her, trying to convince her that they were the man to marry. He held a beautiful bouquet of flowers, remembering that (Y/N) had mentioned her favourite the night before. Looking around at any other flowers she received, he was glad to see no other gentleman had chose it. Surely that would show he was listening? He endured sonnets, stories, songs and boasting from the other men, trying not to show his dissatisfaction as each one stepped forward. There was pressure that her parents were there, especially when he realised he was the last gentleman, everyone else had left.

(Y/N) had been incredibly anxious when she saw Benedict that morning. He had been the only man she genuinely smiled at, hoping he came at his own will, not forced by his mama. The night before had been the best ball (Y/N) had ever been to. Benedict was sweet, charming, handsome and interesting. They were able to talk about anything and everything, no small talk involved like all the other men she danced with. He had swooned her, and here he was, calling upon her.

Back at the Bridgerton house, Violet had not sat down since talking Collin’s ear off. Eloise was still in the drawing room with her, as were her two youngest siblings, munching on biscuits as they threw questions at their mama. She did not have all the answers, sometimes not even hearing them speak for she was too deep in her thoughts. At one point, she did sit, but beside the window, o the lookout for any signs of her son. When a carriage pulled up in front of the house, Violet leapt out of her seat, startling her children. She made a beeline to the door, standing there with her hands clasped together. When Benedict walked in, he too flinched, not expecting his mama to be there.

“Mama, how long have you been stood there?” Benedict asked as he walked past her, pinching a biscuit from his brother’s plate.

“She’s been waiting for you.” Eloise explained, also excited to hear about his calling.

“I hope you sat down at some point.” he joked, sitting beside Eloise and slouching.

Violet hurried to sit on the sofa across him.“You didn’t tell me you were calling on a lady this morning.”

“Well, we got back late from the ball yesterday evening, and I had to leave early to ensure I got there in good time. Though it seemed every other man thought that too.”

“There were many men there?”

“Yes, quite a few.”

Eloise straightened up at her brother’s grumpy expression.“You really like her!”

“How wonderful!” Violet gushed.

“Do not get ahead of yourselves.”

“But you do, don’t you? Otherwise you wouldn’t have called on her.”

Ben was lost for words. He couldn’t argue with that, and he did like seeing his mama happy.“Yes, yes I do. And it would seem she reciprocates the feelings.”

“This is such good news! I must see what our social calendar looks like, we must ensure you two spend time together.”

“Actually mama-” Eloise went to tell her about the art exhibit until Ben interrupted.

“Good idea mama.” he nodded, smiling at her as she walked away, a spring in her step. Once she was gone, he let out a big breath.“I just needed a moment without questions from her.”

“Well, you’re going to have questions from me.” Eloise angled her body to face him, her elbow perched on the sofa with her face resting in her hand.“I didn’t think you were going to call upon her. Are my match making skills really that good?”

“I hate to admit it, but yes, you have done an excellent job.” Benedict felt relaxed thinking about (Y/N).

“So, what happened this morning?”

“I took her flowers, she told me her favourites last night, and then I had to sit there whilst her other gentleman callers desperately tried to impress her. It was agony! Finally I was able to have time with her, and it was just...I don’t know how to put it into words.”

“Did you bring her anything else?”

Benedict became bashful.“I brought her a sketchbook, like the one I have. She mentioned how she used to often sketch when she was younger. I thought it would be a unique gift.”

“Benedict, you truly are a romantic at heart.”

“For her I am, yes.”

Eloise smiled for her brother, until a smirk fell on his face.“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Aw, is someone also a secret romantic?”

“No!” Eloise protested, quickly grabbing her book again.“I am just happy you found someone.”

“And you helped, because you secretly want everyone to find someone.”

“No I don’t! You’re ruining this moment now Benedict.”

“Don’t worry Eloise, you’ll find someone.” Ben joked.

She groaned.“You are insufferable...but I still want to go to that art exhibit.”

“To see love bloom?”

“N-no, to see the art work.”

“Of course, of course. But, thank you Eloise.”

She tried not to smile, but couldn’t help it.“You’re welcome.”

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hops-hunny · 4 years ago

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Yo-yo’s Girl

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Black!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.6k

Request: N/A

Summary: Kyoya’s girlfriend is a lot a bit different than what they expected.

Warnings: None, could be read as a chubby or plus size reader!

A/N: This was self indulgent. I wrote this at like 2 AM and didn’t know until I woke up.

"Do you really think this is going to work?" Haruhi asked, already done with Tamaki's antics. She knew this was a bad idea but with the promise of some of her debt being removed, she couldn't find herself to do anything but go along with the blonde's crazy scheme.

"Why of course it will! When have you ever known of my plans to go wrong?" He responded, placing a hand over his heart as he swooned around dramatically. Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged looks with each other before looking back at Tamaki.

"Do you really want us to answer that?" They chimed, causing Tamaki to deflate with a defeated look. He looked over at Haruhi with puppy dog eyes, hoping the girl would agree with him. She offered him a sympathetic smile, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Listen senpai, don't get me wrong, sometimes your ideas are great but isn't this...a bit much? I mean why can't we just ask Kyoya about his love life? Do we really need this elaborate plan?" She asked, hoping he would budge. She looked down as Honey hung off her arm, Mori trailing behind him.

"Don't be silly, Haru-chan! Kyoya senpai is a private guy. He wouldn't trust us with anything like that." He said, climbing off the girl and back onto Mori. She let her eyes drift to Mori in hopes he'd help but he just let out a grunt of agreement. She sighed in defeat knowing she wasn't going to get through to them. How had they gotten into this dumb plan in the first place?

It all started when Tamaki overheard Kyoya on the phone with someone and from the tone in the raven haired boy's voice, he assumed it was a girl. More specifically, his girlfriend. However, any other time Tamaki didn't wanna intrude so to avoid doing so, he decided they would all follow him after school to see if that's where he was going!

As they saw a familiar head of black hair walk towards the school gates, they all began to walk behind him, attempting to be as quiet as possible. They had been following him for a few blocks, leading to a nice but unfamiliar part of town; however as he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, they all began to hide behind a bush but halted their motions when they heard him speak.

"Do you honestly think I didn't see any of you?" He questioned, not even turning around. They all stayed quiet in hopes that he would assume himself as crazy and continue to make his way down the street. But, as he turned around, parting the bushes, that idea flew out the window.

"Hey Kyoya! My dearest friend, I'd even go as far as to call you my bro-"

"Cut the bullshit Tamaki. Let me guess." He pushed his glasses up his nose before clearing his throat. "You thought that if you followed me you'd get to see my girlfriend, correct?" He asked, their wide eyes answering his question. However, where was the fun in that?

"That's exactly what we were doing! We wanna meet your girlfriend, Kyo-chan!" Honey piped up. The twins glared at him for his willingness to comply with Kyoya's questions so easily. Meanwhile Haruhi just sighed, slumping down even further.

"If you wanted to meet my girlfriend, you all could've just asked. I expected more from you, Haruhi. You should've known better." He chastised, watching the girl who's left eye was currently twitching. Without another word, Kyoya kept down his path towards the airport, leaving his companions to fight amongst each other.

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It was Friday of the same week and the rest of the hosts were beginning to grow hopeless about meeting Kyoya's girlfriend. Was she even real? Perhaps Tamaki's senses had been wrong and the conversation that played out earlier that week was simply meant to teach them a lesson. However, as the hosts were shutting things down for the day, slowly gathering there things to go home, Kyoya cleared his throat. They all turned to him, curious to what he had to say.

"Leaving so soon? And to think (Y/n) was coming to visit today. Oh well, I'll tell her you all said hi." Kyoya started, turning around to face the window. 3, 2,.. a chorus of hot fire questions started around him causing him to chuckle under his breath. "One at a time, I can't answer you all at once."

"Why doesn't (Y/n)-chan go to school with us?" Honey started, staring up at the tall boy. Kyoya turned to face the group, brushing off his blazer as he did so.

"She does during a portion of the year. Due to her parent's line of business, (Y/n) does one semester in the United States and one here in Japan. However, she is originally from America. Next question?"

"What do her parents do?" The twins said, angry with each other that they had asked the same question. "I thought my question was original.."

"I'm sure you've heard of the (L/n)'s before. They specialize in state of the art technology of all forms. Best selling in all of Japan. However, (Y/n) also has her own business under her parents that deals with unbreakable fine china, some of the best of it's kind but I'm afraid I'm biased." He smiled at the thought of his girlfriend, catching the other host off guard. Who was this girl who was able to make Kyoya smile?

"What's she like, senpai? I'm sure she must be special to catch your attention." Haruhi inquired. Kyoya felt his cheeks heat up as he thought of the many things he enjoyed about his girlfriend. He turned back to the window, looking out it once again.

"She makes me laugh and she's beautiful. Don't tell her that though. She always gets a big head when you do." He muttered, checking his watch for the time. She should've been here by now.

"She sounds absolutely radiant, Kyoya! When is she going to show?" Tamaki asked, sighing dreamily at the thought of his closest friend in love with a beautiful girl. Kyoya looked at the clock across the room before frowning slightly.

"She was supposed to.." he trailed off at the sound of his name being screamed continuously and the sound of loud footsteps growing closer. All of a sudden a blur of brown skin and thick thighs stormed in, jumping onto the man. Mori put Honey down, ready to fight if need be but stopped once he saw Kyoya wrap his arms around the girl, embracing her tightly.

"Darling! I'm sorry I'm late, I got hungry and stopped by that little bakery you showed me the other day!" The girl said, looking up at the boy who had an uncharacteristically warm smile. Everyone was even more shocked as he let out a laugh, stroking some of the girl's braids behind her back. She was a short girl, full of curves and rolls in all the right places. Her outfit was very casual compared to the things Kyoya wore on his free time. She had on a jean skirt and a form fitting striped shirt that made the undertones of her soft brown skin pop.

"I told you to let me know if you plan on going places beforehand. You know how sidetracked you get. You easily could've gotten lost." He lectured causing the girl to roll her eyes. She pouted, crossing her arms around her chest.

"Okay and? Clearly I didn't. Lay off 4 eyes. I'm here now aren't I? That's all that matters!" She jumped out of the boys arms finally before turning to face the rest of them. They all had the same question: 'How could such an energetic girl be with Kyoya?' "You're definitely Tamaki." She said, pointing to the blonde. He had a flattered look on as he began to say something but she cut him off. "You look just as annoying as Yo-yo said." She finished. Hikaru began to comfort their boss in the corner as Kaoru began to laugh.

"Yo-yo?" He choked out, laughing a bit more. Kyoya's face began to heat up more as he looked down at the short girl, a pissed expression on his face.

"(Y/n) I told you not to call me that in public." He said in an angry tone, looking away from the girl. She pouted some more, bringing a soft hand up to his face. As she stroked his cheek, hot tears began to form in the corner of her (e/c) eyes.

"I'm sorry, Kyoya! I forgot. You know me, I didn't mean to embarrass you in front of your friends." He leaned into the girl's touch, looking down at her sad expression. How could he ever stay mad at that? He sighed quickly, leaning down to place a kiss on her forehead. She squeaked, unused to him initiating any sort of physical affection in public.

"Forgive me darling, I hate to see you so sad. How about I take you to one of those," his face turned slightly green as he grimaced some, "Commoner malls that you adore so much. I'll buy you anything you want. Hm?" The girl instantly perked, throwing her pudgy arms around her lanky boyfriend. He tensed a bit before hugging her back warmly, glaring at the twins who looked like they may say something to ruin the sweet moment. Haruhi watched in awe, feeling even herself grow emotional at how clearly in love her senpai was.

"Really? Let's go Kyo! What are we waiting for?" (Y/n) asked as she grabbed her boyfriend's hand, beginning to drag him towards the door forcefully. Once they were out she quickly peaked her head back in looking at the others.

"Well? Are you coming?"

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bakubub · 3 years ago

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In which Racer!Kuroo is your roommate and you finally learn more about him...

Warnings: Mentions of loss of loved one, disregard for own life, swearing, innuendos and implied nsfw (but sfw overall), fem!reader with she/her pronouns.

A/N: Idek what this is. Its literally a 4.6 k mixture of fluff, angst and comfort... I rewrote this like 4 times :,) being a perfectionist is so,,, tiring.

This takes part shortly after this, you can definitely read this without reading the 'part 1' if you will, since they don't depend on one another.

Art belongs to @aikk00 ,, and yes I am still in love with it :D

I stumble out of the lecture hall, my eyes so heavy I bump into about 3 other students and mumble my apologies until I fully wake up and snap out of my daze.

Walking down the stairs and making my way to the bus stop, I watch in horror as the bus I was supposed to be in drives off, going fast for once in its damn life as if mocking me.

Inhaling sharply through my nose, I manage to keep my composure and sit down at the bus stop, telling myself the next bus will be here in a bit.

It's fine. It's fine. I slept through the lecture, and I still have to catch up on 4 subjects and make dinner, but at least the house is clean and I'm caught up in that one subject I picked up for this exact reason.

It's fine. It's going to be just fi-

The rumble of a loud engine breaks my shitty but somewhat effective self-reassurance motto and I open my eyes to see a black and red sports car going 60 km/h in a 30 zone, effectively getting mine and everyone else's attention.

I watched in horror for the second time today as this time it stopped right in front of the bus stop. No, no, no, no.

No.

Please no.

He rolls down the passenger window with that ridiculous hair and a shit-eating grin, as he nods towards the seat, revving his engine.

I look away, pretending he's not looking directly at me and that I don't live with the guy, which I immediately regretted when he beeped the fucking horn.

What did I do to deserve this humiliation?

I hastily put my head down as he beeped it again, giving up and rushing towards his insufferable car, getting into the passenger seat and slumping in my seat to keep my head down low.

"What is wrong with you? What are you even doing here?" I hiss, my glaring up at him from my awkward, folded position.

He laughs, and when I hear the sound of a photo being taken in the split second I looked away to readjust my bag, I sit up straight, watching him continue speeding as he stuffs his phone into his pocket.

"Are. You. Trying. To. Kill. Me?!" I ask, my voice little less than a screech as I slap his arm with each word.

"Ow, ow, I just came to pick my roomie up! I sensed you needed a ride, and this is the thanks I get?" he asks, that smirk I have come to hate returning to grace his features.

I glare at him, but a small, sleep-deprived part of my brain is distracted by his appearance. A tight black tee adorning his built figure, his biceps are on display as he drives with one hand, the other resting on the gear shift. The air from his rolled down window is ruffling his hair this way and that, and I find myself wanting to run my hands through the raven strands, just as I had when I washed his hair that one time...

"Wait- how the fuck did you know I didn't have a ride?" I ask incredulously, my reaction time clearly delayed but here nonetheless.

I narrow my eyes as he hesitates before he answers, "I just knew, ok? It's not like it’s astrodynamics, not that I can't figure that out too."

"Kuroo, what the hell is astrodynamics? Are you like, spying on me or something?" I ask, pretending to look out the window so as to not get distracted by his appearance once more.

"What do you common folk call it? Rocket science?" He says, once again exceeding the speed limit.

"If I'm a commoner, does that make you a peasant? Also, stop going so fast, I feel sick and I do not feel like dying today."

He rolls his eyes in response as he slows down by a smidgen, the speed meter barely even moving. "Seriously, you may have no consideration for yourself, but I still have a lot of things to achieve with my damn life so slow the fuck down." My words finally reach the rational part in him and he slows down considerably, now going within the speed limit.

Taking a deep breath, I rest my elbow on my door and look out the window, my mind flooding with thoughts about Kuroo's reckless driving and how it can all go sour with one delayed reaction.

Before I know it, we're rolling up to our apartment building, driving into his private garage only the penthouse owners get to use.

"I'm sorry," he mutters, filling the silence in the car.

"It's ok. I just... I want you to be safe. I know its hard, but... just try," I say quietly, unable to look at him.

"That's what he said," he says hastily before rushing out of the car before I can hit him.

Getting out of the vehicle myself, I send a murderous look his way and run after his retreating form.

A small part of me is grateful that he's acting like his usual unbearable self again, but the rest of me is just mad at his relentless sex jokes.

He hits the elevator button before I can get there and I watch the doors close, his smirk practically shining through the crack of the closing doors. I jam my foot in the middle at the last possible second, and smile victoriously as I get into the metal box and slap his arm once again.

"Ooh, do it harder," he practically moans, and my eyes just about pop out of their sockets in embarrassment as my face flushes a deep red.

"Oh shut up," I mutter, turning around and waiting patiently for the doors to open on the top floor. I hear him snicker and then the sound of a photo being taken, turning around sharply. I yell in defiance and throw my bag on the floor as I jump onto him in an attempt to grab his phone out of his hand and delete the probably unflattering photo.

I straddle his back and reach for the phone he easily holds out of my reach. Leaning across his shoulder in a feeble attempt to reach it, my feet are hooked around his chest and my other hand is using his shoulder as a brace. He's laughing hard at this point, and I'm screaming at him to give me the damn phone. Neither of us notice the elevator doors opening nor the small woman standing at the threshold staring at us in shock and amusement.

"Kuroo Tetsuro! You let that poor girl down this instant, young man!"

We both froze at the authoritative voice, slowly turning to look at a small dark haired woman with a straight shoulder length cut and narrow gold eyes that were glaring at the man under me.

"MUM!" He exclaims, setting me down and running to hug and kiss the woman, his mum apparently. "What are you doing here?" I hear him ask as I straighten myself out, fixing my jumper and tucking my hair behind my ears, picking up my bag off the floor and quickly following them out of the elevator.

"What, a mother needs an excuse to come visit her boys? Where's Kenma?" She asks, looking in the elevator again as if to check if she missed him.

"Oh, he's at his own place. Apparently he has a booked in session with this famous gamer today. Did he say he'd be here?" Kuroo asks, letting go of the woman and leaning on the wall.

"No, I didn't tell anyone I was coming to visit. Never mind that, who's this pretty young lady here, hmm?" She asks, raising a perfectly shaped brow as she walks towards me, the click of her heels echoing in the lobby of the penthouse.

I smiled down at her, since she was considerably shorter than even me, and introduced myself. "It's very nice to meet you, Mrs. Kuroo." I say, bowing.

"Oh no, no, none of that. You can call me mum too, hmm?" She says, gesturing me up from my bow and pulling me down for a tight hug.

"Oh, um, actually, me and Kuroo aren't-"

"We’ll talk more comfortably inside, no? Tetsuro, is your plan to let me stand here all day?” She asks, letting me go and turning around to look at Kuroo.

Kuroo leaps into action, taking his mum's bag and unlocking the door, helping her out of her heels and leading her into the spotless penthouse.

It was all I could do to nod in response, closing the door behind us and walking down into the kitchen to prepare a meal.

It’s crazy how much I don’t know about this guy. He’d never mentioned his mother before, and briefly mentioned that he has a sister, whether older or younger I have no idea. Kenma, however, I know well. The guy was here all the time when I first started living here, but recently I've seen him less and less. Which is a shame, considering we actually got along quite well, with sharing eye rolls and bonding over our mutual love of Minecraft.

I don't notice silent footsteps following me until Kuroo's Mother says "now, why's a beautiful girl like yourself slaving away in the kitchen? Does that boy make u do all the cooking and cleaning like some mid-century housewife?"

I poke my head out of the fridge, smiling at her fair assumptions, "no, no, it's not like that at all. I actually-"

"Uh, mum! You know I'm incompetent with this stuff. This place would be a mess if she wasn't here to run things! Plus, she loves to cook and finds cleaning therapeutic. Hey, her words not mine," Kuroo quickly jumps in, putting his hands up defensively when she looks at him with a raised brow.

Looks like he doesn't want his mother to know of our little arrangement.

"Right. He's just so hopeless, I can't trust him to do anything," I add on, sending her a smile as I prepare the fish he likes.

"You're making grilled mackerel for dinner?! Oh that's gonna hit the fu- the fun spot," he says, saving himself at the last second.

I hold back a snort as I take out a pan, "open the window, fish boy. It's about to stink here and I can't be bothered with Mrs. Suzuki coming all the way upstairs just to complain about the fish smell, and then complaining that she had to come up here in the first place. God, I hope she isn't sitting on the balcony today," I ramble, trying to see her balcony from outside the window, but fail because of the private location.

Damn these amazing architects.

I hear his mum chuckle at my rambling as she begins to take out ingredients for a salad. "Oh, you don't have to help, please sit and make yourself comfortable," I say, moving towards her to take the lettuce out of her hands.

"No, no, I'd like to pitch in. Now what kind of mother-in-law would I be to let you do everything yourself?" She asks, holding the lettuce away from me and walking over to the sink.

I stare at the back of her head, a flush creeping up my neck, "m-mother-in-law?!" I ask incredulously, glancing over at Kuroo who looked suspiciously... Smug. I look away quickly when he meets my eyes, and I hastily hyper-focus on the fish in front of me, placing it on the heated pan, causing sizzling and popping to fill the awkward silence.

"I'm sorry darling, I don't mean to be overbearing. Tetsuro introduced you as his girlfriend, so I thought things were getting serious since he actually allowed us to meet one another. You see, he’s never introduced me to a girl before, so you can imagine my excitement. I can stop if you're uncomfortable-"

I cut her off, feeling even more embarrassed as I realise the role I am to play in Kuroo's life when his mother is around. I mean, it makes sense, he can't exactly just admit he took a random girl into his house.

"I, um, no really it's fine, I understand" I say, my voice small as I flip the fish.

She lets out a delighted laugh and pulls me down into a hug once more. The smile on my face is genuine as my embarrassment melts away, the bright smile of this woman comforting me.

"So, how did you guys meet?" She asks, chopping up the ingredients for her salad on the bench while I'm at the stove, Kuroo leaning on his elbows on the bench.

"At uni," I answer at the same time as Kuroo states, "at a party."

We both look at each other with wide eyes, and I clear my throat to clarify, "at a uni party. A classmate of ours hosted one and we met each other there."

"I see, so the old boozed up one night stand turned into quite a domestic relationship hmm?" she suggests, wiggling her eyebrows at Kuroo.

"What? No, no, I would never! A one night stand? Booze? Please, what kind of man do you take me for?" Kuroo complains, looking offended.

I turn around towards the stove and roll my eyes. I've heard the rumours around campus, practically every girl in my lecture hall can testify to at least making out with the man. He really puts up a façade for his mum.

I hear the doorbell ring, and quickly take the fish off the stove to go answer it as Kuroo bickers with his mother about how innocent he really is.

"Hello? Who is it?" I ask, pressing the buzzer.

"Uh, hello? Is this Tetsu's place?" A deep voice answers. I look at the camera, seeing Kenma and a bunch of men about Kuroo's age looking confused. The one who answered is a guy with a blond mohawk and piercings adorning both ears.

"Yes, just give me a second," I reply. "Kuroo, I think Kenma and the rest of your friends are here? Should I let 'em up?" I shout out.

"Yeah let 'em in," he calls back. I press another button, letting them into the lobby.

I need to make more food.

Quickly taking out my frozen dumplings I stocked up for emergency dinners for days I couldn't be bothered to make anything better, I whip up a quick sauce, thinking I could split the fish and put it in the middle of the table so everyone can take their share.

"I do apologise darling, I let my Kenma know that I came to visit and he must have told the boys. I think they've all come to see me," Kuroo's mum confesses.

"You must be a very loved woman if they came all this way to see you. And it's no worries really, I'm always prepared for guests," I say, putting her at ease.

She beams at me as the door is banged loudly.

Kuroo mutters something about “rude assholes'' as he goes to open the door, a group of tall men making their way through the threshold.

"Hiya cap'ain," the mohawk guy says, patting Kuroo on the back. A tall, light brown haired man was next to greet him, then proceeded to exclaim "MUMMA KOZUME!!" and practically jumped onto the poor woman.

Wait, did he just say Kozume? Isn't Kenma's surname Kozume?

"Hey mum," Kenma greets, kneeling down to hug Kuroo's mum.

Who's mum is this lady?! I swear to god I'm going to go crazy.

"Hello hello everyone," A massive grey haired guy says, kissing Kuroo's mum on the cheek and hugging Kuroo.

The last guy to greet them is a tan guy with a buzz cut, and he does the same as his friend before.

"So Kuroo, when di'ja get yourself a girl, huh?" The grey haired guy asks, looking offended that he didn't know before now.

I raise my eyebrows as Kuroo just smiles guiltily. He introduces me to his friends and I wave hello, as they all begin to introduce themselves.

The grey haired guy says his name is Lev and that he's half Russian. A weird detail to include but interesting I guess.

The light brown haired man introduces himself as Yaku, and says that he was Kuroo's senpai back in high school.

"Yeah a demon senpai," Kuroo mutters in reply. My smile quickly turns into a grimace as Yaku jumps on him and they both start brawling on the floor, making a loud ruckus. A loud thumping can be heard from downstairs as Mrs. Suzuki starts to lose her mind and continues to bang the handle of her broom to her ceiling.

"Ugh, you morons upset Mrs. Suzuki! She's going to talk my ear off next time I see her..." I complain, grabbing a cushion and throwing it at the boys.

They flinch at my anger and quickly get up, muttering a quick apology. My glare softens as mohawk introduces himself as Yamamoto, and the tan guy says his name is Kai whilst vigorously shaking my hand.

"It's very nice meeting all of you. Dinner will be ready in a bit so please just make yourselves comfortable," I announce, making my way back into the kitchen.

The boys, all sporting grins, make their way to the living room and sit on the couches, man-spreading and slouching all over the place, one person taking up the usual spot for two.

I sigh, focusing on the dumplings in front of me.

I stiffen as I feel large hands on my waist, and a presence behind me. Visibly relaxing once I realise it's Kuroo, I turn around, his hands still resting on my hips, and his face nestled in the crook of my neck.

"Please just go along with it. We have to act like a couple if they're going to believe us," he mutters, his hot breath causing shivers to run up my spine.

I simply nod, instinctively placing my arms around his neck and running my fingers through his hair, something I've wanted to do since that day.

He groans into my neck, and I find myself holding my breath as I continue my hand movements.

"OI LOVEBIRDS! MUM SAYS THE DUMPLINGS ARE GONNA FUCKIN' STICK! Ow! Oh, sorry," I snatched my hands back from Kuroo, pushing his chest, my cheeks flushing in embarrassment.

What the fuck am I doing?!

I turn around back to the stove, mixing the dumplings in the boiling water as my thoughts race.

That felt too real, too much like a real relationship.

And way too addicting, apparently, since I already miss his close proximity.

The warmth on my waist disappears as I hear Kuroo running back into the living room.

"SHUT UP YOU MORON, THE DUMPLINGS ARE FINE!" I hear him scream, and then a loud thud as he presumably tackles whoever yelled at us to the ground.

I sigh as I hear Mrs. Suzuki's muffled thuds from downstairs in record time.

"You know I'm going to have to make Mrs. Suzuki some kind of apology cake because you boys can't sit down and act like adults," I complained, my arms crossed and an unimpressed expression on my face.

Lev and Yamamoto are on the floor playing some kind of Connect 4 game I've never seen before, while Kai looks to be having a deep conversation with Kuroo's mum, who is perched on the single arm chair like the queen she is.

Kenma is hogging the tv playing some kind of video game on Kuroo's ps5 (which I've hogged on more than one occasion), and Kuroo on the other hand has Yaku in a headlock.

He immediately lets go and apologises, and so does Yaku, who even bows in his regret.

I roll my eyes and shake my head at his mum, who just laughs, and I make my way back into the kitchen, setting food on the table and calling them in to eat.

After dinner, I find myself showered in compliments and not a bite of dinner leftover for tomorrow's lunch. Damn I'm good.

I served up cake I had already prepared from earlier along with fruits I washed and set on plates, and watched as that was eaten and finished before I even sat down. Kuroo's mum scolded the boys for poor manners, and they all apologised. Well, all except Kuroo, who just wiggled his pierced brows and winked at me.

I sit down on the floor next to the couch, since it was all occupied, and hear a dissatisfied sound coming from Kuroo's mum.

"Now, now, sweetheart. You don't have to be shy around me, just go on and take your usual seat next to Tetsuro," she says, nudging her head in Kuroo's direction, where the only vacant spot was literally his lap.

I look at her with wide eyes, even Kuroo seems taken aback by her suggestion, and all the boys are immaturely ‘oohing’ loudly as they laugh and make fun of us.

Kuroo makes a gesture for me to come next to him, so I hold back my heavy sigh, try my best to hide the flush on my face, and walk towards him, awkwardly perching on his knee.

He chuckles as he grabs my waist and pulls me flush towards his chest, my butt in the corner of the couch and my legs resting diagonally over his, so that my head is directly in the crook of his neck.

I hate to say it, but this is actually really damn comfortable.

Conversation has started up again, but it becomes secondary to the beat of his heart right under my ear, and my eyes start to get heavy as his scent and warmth lull me to a comfort that is beyond being awake and alert.

---

Kuroo's POV

"What a cute girl she is, Tetsu. I'm so glad you've found her. And now that you've got her, you better. Not. Let. Go." She says, slapping me on the arm with each word of her last sentence.

What is it with women and slapping me?

"Ok, ok, I know mum, I won't stuff this up. I promise," I respond, smiling at her.

"Ok, well, I'm staying over at Kenma's house. Ah, no objections. You've already got your hands full, and I don't want to be in the way of young love. Plus, I'd rather listen to Kenma's midnight streams than you two in the middle of the night," she says, not accepting my objections and giving me a knowing look. My face warms to what she's insinuating, and I mutter a quick, "it's not like that," as I duck my head into Y/n's shoulder.

By this time the boys have all left, Kenma's downstairs waiting in his car for his mum to come, but she insisted on staying back for a few minutes to talk to me.

Y/n fell asleep a while ago now, still nestled on my lap, her head on my shoulder and her figure keeping me warm.

"I know exactly how it is, my darling. I've seen how you two act, pretending to be in a relationship just so we don't ask any uncomfortable questions. I won't meddle in your life, I never did, Tetsuro. But I will give you advice I expect you to consider. Don't let her go. Neither of you were pretending about your feelings towards each other, let me tell you that much." She says, knowingly looking at me.

I look up in alarm, which quickly morphs into a nervous laugh. She's good, I'll give her that much.

But, can Y/n really mirror my feelings?

"Ok darling, better not leave Kenma waiting any longer. I'll visit again tomorrow, or you can come over to Kenma's, whichever you prefer as long as she comes along too. I want to get to know my future daughter-in-law better!!"

With that, the woman who took me in and treated me like her own left my home.

I look down at my roommate, taking in the way her lashes are long enough to brush against her face, the way her brows are just a tad bit asymmetrical, the stroke of her nose and the bend of her cupid's bow.

I can't help but bring my hand up to caress the side of her face, content to stay here forever.

Mum would've loved her.

This thought broke the dam that held back my tears since middle school, and as they fell down my face I couldn't help but think of my own mother, coming in and hugging her, making her famous pie that I can't remember the taste of anymore. A sob racks my figure and I all of a sudden find a pair of e/c eyes staring up at me, my tears having dampened some parts of her face.

Wordlessly, she straightens herself and wraps her arms around my neck, running her fingers through the back of my head, stroking down towards my nape and up again. I cry into her shoulder, tears that I've bottled up, emotions I've ignored because I've had my dad, my grandparents and the Kozume's. Later, I even had the team, and they all followed me to the racing gig, a place where I can express my emotions through the reckless driving that could claim my life any second. I should have been grateful. Instead, the pain of her absence never ceased.

I clutch the back of her sweatshirt as I cry and cry and cry, eventually tiring myself out and running out of tears.

With dry sobs still racking my body every few minutes, she finally leans back, cupping my face in her gentle hands.

"What's the matter, Kuroo?" She whispers, looking up at me with tears shining in her own eyes. "You can tell me anything, or you can say nothing at all. Either way, I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you," she says, touching her forehead to mine and closing her eyes. She stays here for a moment before moving to get up and drag me up too.

"Come on, let's get you into your pjs and into bed. It's getting late."

---

Your POV

Now in his usual shorts and singlet, I drag him to his massive bed, opening the neatly made bed and gently sit him down.

His hazel eyes follow me as I go to close the curtains, his lashes still wet from the countless tears he shed, his body still hiccupping with dry sobs.

Once I've put his blankets around him, I go to leave, muttering a goodnight as I leave.

"Y/n," I hear before I close the door. I peek my head in, "please stay."

Without a pause to think about his request, and already in my own pyjamas, I go next to him and crawl into his open arm as if I've been doing it every night, snuggling into his shoulder once more and wrapping my arm around his chest.

After a few moments of silence, he begins to speak in a raspy tone, "she's not my real mum. She's Kenma's mum, and I've... I've called her mum since I was around 7," he takes a deep breath before continuing. "I moved in with my dad and grandparents next door to the Kozumes when I was 6. I was nervous and shy back then. You wouldn't even recognise me because of the 180 turn my personality's taken. Kenma was even more social than I was. He was my first friend, and when I got him into volleyball and we met Coach Nekomata. That man inspired me to be the man I am today, and was the main reason why I joined the volleyball team in high school, and made friends with the guys. He did what my mum should've, supported me and gave me the confidence to live my life," he says, his voice cracking with the last word. I hug him tighter, knowing not to say anything as of yet.

"I just wish... I wish she didn't go. I wish she could've met you, Y/n. She would've loved you even more than Kenma's mum does," he confesses with a chuckle, sniffling and turning towards me to look me in the eyes.

"She would've seen the way I was around you. The different man I become. You make me a better person, Y/n. I find myself wanting to be better for you. I could never thank you enough for that. Please, never leave. Just stay with me, and I'll always be here for you," he says, repeating the same words I said to him earlier.

I can't help the smile from taking over my features and I lean in to kiss his nose, his eyes, his cheeks and finally I press my lips against his, something I have been wanting to do for a very long time.

"I will, Kuroo Tetsuro. I'll always stay with you."

A/n: So, I don't actually know if his mum passed away or if she left them, so I kind of just,, did both ?

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