#TY FOR STOPPING BY💕💕

[lazyjellyfish300]

Heyo ✨🌟

For Nanami 🏠 ☁️ 💋

For Shiu 🎁 🎆 💋

☺️🫶🏻

Omg Sunny hellooooooo!! 💕💕🥹🥹 ahhhh these are so good thank you so much for indulging me 😩 I hope you're doing well and having a fantastic Saturday! 🌜☕ This one is suggestive ⚠️⚠️⚠️ (Minors DNI)

self ship gush pass ask game 🌷

nanamelly༘♡

🏠 Gush about home life with your f/o

what can I say about home life with Kento? it's heaven on earth. 🙂‍↕️💕 we had our work cut out for us with the farmhouse and all the repairs that were needed, the drafts, the creaking roof, but we've transformed it into our very own. 💕The walls cluttered with photographs and frames with countless pressed flowers from the innumerable bouquets he's gotten me, the attic windows where we've exchanged and poured over so many whispered and written words together while listening to the rain, our breakfast nook for reading and sharing the waking hours of the morning, boxes of baby clothes and laundry hampers that line the hallway with socks for little feet, the swing on our porch where we shared our first kiss, the smell of coffee, linen, lavender, honeysuckle and lemon that fills and breathes life into the walls of our home in our rainy patch of eternity.💕💕 Life with him is so intimate, simple, slow and sweet. 💕It's a place where time can't seem to touch until I notice one more wrinkle by his eye, one more ache in my spine that didn't exist before, the subtle claim of grey in the roots of our hair and it's clear that all happenings of life slowly turned the clock right under our noses. time is a thief for sure, but with him there's something that grounds me so much in the present that I do not mind, as growing old with him is such a blessing, and the love does too. 💕

☁️ Gush about the comfort your f/o brings you| 🎼 Gush about a song that reminds you of f/o

ahhh I got this one in a previous ask so lemme gush about a song!! 😁💕 Come Away with Me by Norah Jones is one I've loved since childhood and when I started loving Kento it became one of the very first I associated with him. 💕It inspired a drabble that lead to my creation of our self ship au. The pieces of the puzzle all came together so beautifully and so the song is very special. 💕💕The gentle percussion reminds me of the sound of rain, and everything including the lyrics immediately immerses me in that special little world we built together. 💕

I wanna wake up with the rain

Falling on a tin roof

While I'm safe there in your arms

So all I ask is for you

To come away with me, in the night

💋 Gush about kissing your f/o

oh man... I adore his kisses after our morning coffee when his lips are still warm and he smells like the rain he just emerged from when he meets me by the stove. 💕 they're quiet, tender, sweet and measured. Those ones and the ones in the bath or bed leave room to burn into something more, dissolving into words uttered and moaned into each others mouths in the sacred time we're not bogged down by responsibility and can focus on each other 💕 We also trade little pecks as we pass in the hallways when the bustle of farm life and chores is occupying our attention but they're like little promises that say we're still thinking of the other. 💕

He loves kissing the inside of my ankles, my fingertips, the little area right behind my ear, my shoulders. As much as he loves kissing my lips he loves the sounds of his name and my sighs even more, sometimes he'll tease me and kiss me everywhere but my lips for this purpose. He's so unfair but I love it. 💕 His forehead kisses are extremely tender but they're usually done when I'm asleep. He loves to give them to me in moments where I'm not paying attention. It's his way of silently expressing his love, even if I'm not awake to receive it.💕 He loves when I kiss his wrists when we're laying down. I always preoccupy myself with his fingers and scars and can't resist the urge to sprinkle kisses on them while he's speaking to me. He'll ask if I'm paying attention and I reassure that of course I am, before going back to doing what I'm doing. 💕I love kissing hollow of his neck right next to his pulse, his palms, especially if he's trying to give me attention and I turn my face and lean into his touch and kiss the inside of his hand. Never fails to make him melt and that enduring and endless dynamic we have of always turning the tables and trying to put the other one ahead of ourselves 💕

shiuelly ᧔♥︎᧓

🎁 Gush about a gift from your f/o

Oooh I answered this in another ask BUT I can think of another gift he got me I'll gush about this time. 🙂‍↕️ I adore my wedding ring from shiu.💕 It's a marquise cut diamond, two tone gold for the band similar to this one. He paid attention to all my tastes, all the pieces that caught my eye whenever we went shopping together, and ultimately made the perfect choice. 💕The thing is he buys me a ring every year on our anniversary, and only seems determined to buy me a diamond more big than the previous year's. 💕

It's all about the sacred words it represents and the undying devotion we have for one another but I see no other fitting way to symbolize his love for me in this beautiful statement that brings me butterflies every time I see it.💕

🎆 Gush about dates with your f/o

Ahhh dates with Shiu are so so magical. One way to describe them is usually over-the-top. From rooftop drinks, to five star dinners, shopping trips to Ginza, and decadent sweets from little bakeries and chocolatiers as we wander the city streets. 💕He's so sweet. Everything about him as a person to the way he loves me is so decadent and indulgent.💕 He's thoughtful and always has flowers and treats for me waiting in his passenger seat when he picks me up and surprises in our fridge for me in the morning from the nights when I can't join him and tells me he already has our entire day and evening together planned. 💕But sometimes, they're more simple. Rainy drives with r&b tunes in his car with me as his permanent passenger princess, finding secret spots to kiss and talk about the stars like we're two kids in love.💕 Sometimes it's as simple as baths with rose petals and fancy oils and a quiet space for us to take back time and pamper each other with washing our hair. 💕 Another example is our honeymoon, where he whisked me away to a Victorian house that eventually became our forever home. The warmth and intimacy of sharing a beautiful space together from all the time he had been away at work made it more paradise to me than any five star resort. 💕

💋 Gush about kissing your f/o

Kisses with Shiu are a bit dangerous. They're like pieces of chocolate because I usually can't get away with having just one. 💕 I don't give a damn if he just smoked. I'll kiss him anyways 🙂‍↕️ he tastes really good after dinner if he's had a glass of wine. Sweet, and faintly bitter 💕 Shiu doesn't give me forehead kisses very often. He prefers the lips but if he's the way out the door in a rush he'll give me a forehead kiss. So they're really quick, fleeting, and because they're rare sometimes I'll kinda feel insulted (or maybe the result of me being spoiled so much, he would say🤭) Ironically, Shiu always wants kisses on the lips lol(he teases me and says anything else is half assed and tells me to "come back and do it right this time, dollface.")

But he'll settle for kisses on the cheek, his temple as I visit him in his study while he's on the phone (suddenly he's telling his client he'll call them back later 😏) and of course his neck. 💕 (we'll be stuck there all afternoon) He never wipes my lip gloss, lip oil or lipstick off when it gets on his face. Shiu loves to show the world that he's a taken man, and it's only fair for all the marks he leaves on me. 💕💕

He loves kissing my back, my thighs, the back of my hand, and my throat. 💕 he's a lip biter too (as I said before he's dangerous at times haha) He's such a lover boy in every sense of the word. It's reflected in his expressive ways of loving me that are so passionate from his words, to his actions, and his kisses. 💕

[tojiscrack]

I’ll never get over how comedic/dramatic this story is, that even the trigger warnings make me laugh. The Open Game’s chapter’s trigger warning said “gangs, blood” etc, and for someone who has never read your fic before, you’d think it’s something scary but no it’s just Choso trapping Gojo inside a PHONEBOX… how HILARIOUS 😭😭😭

Pure crack. Keep it up, I have never had more stitches than when I read your story 😭

liar, liar masterlist here:

it’s only ‘cause my story is available for everyone to read, including minors (i was literally a minor when i planned and started writing it) , so there’s not much to actually trigger someone when reading it 💀

and i also thought it’d be funny if it looked serious and then it’s just pure crack but that’s just me

choso trapping gojo inside a phone box was actually a traumatic incident for some ppl (gojo told me to write that otherwise i’d get hollow purpled so there’s that 😟)

i’m flattered that you find it amusing enough to drop in an ask about it 😭🫶🏽 genuinely made my day, you have no idea 🙂‍↕️💞💙🩵🤎

[ichiro-artosaki]

🥹🫶 shout out to you! (whoever and wherever you are)

[sunsetsandsunshine]

ok i see requests are closed butttt i just found ur blog and we are strangely haha uhm very way too similar so. i must now see.

i see ur tmnt 2012 headcannons and yes yes ok very nice but what about casey... ��🤔🤔

any llittle small headcannons for casey?? 😇

idk if u do anon emojis since i JUST read those but uhhh like if u do i'll come back wjth one

I’m not gonna lie to Anon…I really don’t like 2012 Casey 😬😬😬

It’s not like I don’t like him as a character- he’s funny and a good friend towards the turtles but he’s just not my personal cup of tea, y’know?

But I did re-watch S2 just for you- to make headcanons on the little goober, so hope you enjoy!

~ TMNT 2012 tickle headcanons ~

~ Casey Jones ~

He’s so cringe I’m crying- I couldn’t make these headcanons without laughing at the gif

I kid I kid 😭😭😭

A switch- 100% a switch

Or probably a Ler-leaning switch

One of the two

Definitely has experience from tickling others since he has a little sister

Absolutely has NO MERCY when tickling Raph

I feel like he would be the type of Ler that just…goes for you’re death spots

He finds the tactic easier and it makes more sense to him

Why go for spots that aren’t so ticklish when you know exactly where they’re most sensitive spots are?

In the show, the turtle boys do, like, creative handshakes and when Casey saw them doing it one time he just KNEW that he had to make handshakes with them as well

All they’re handshakes with Casey end up getting poked to the side continuously

Again- since he has a little sister he is EXTREMELY experienced when tickling others

Actually found out how they were ticklish is through Master Splinter

He wanted to ask him for advice on how to beat them in a sparring match and Splinter was just like, “If all else fails, just tickle them.”

Casey was very confused but he DID use the tactic when he wa sparring against Leo and he never second-guessed Master Splinter again

One time, Mikey was tickling the absolute snot out of Donnie near the living room area

And Casey just so happened to be in the lair at the time and heard shrieks and shouts so like any human being he panicked and went to the source

Only to find Donnie getting absolutely wrecked by Mikey

The youngest didn’t notice Casey at first but when he did he was all like, “Yo dude! You wanna get in on this? Donnie took and hid the remote so I have no idea where it is- I’ve been trying to get the answer out of him so AGES.”

And ofc Casey agreed- much to Donnie’s dismay lol

Definitely is ticklish at the top of his knees

You think those are for protection because he plays hockey? Well…sure- it is- but it’s also because he’s insanely ticklish there

Leo is the one who discovered it actually- which he still takes pride in to this day

He refuses to tell anyone how he did tho because Casey made him promise

Mikey calls Leo and Casey “The Ticklish Knee Knuckleheads”

Which embarrasses the two to no end

But hey at least they’re not alone

Gets in more Ler moods than Lee moods

Is the kind of Ler who will pin you’re hands behind you’re back when tickling you- I’ve been in that position before and jansvsjsnensk it’s AWFUL

Loves playing Tickle and Seek in the lair

Absolutely loves being the seeker

Talks about how he’s going to individually wreck them all once he finds them

Has reallllly ticklish feet- his worst spot-good luck trying to get him there he will not hesitate to kick you

Doesn’t really know how to ask for tickles- he’s an awkward dude 😂🫡

So if or when he’s in a Lee mood he just over exaggerates a yawn and stretches near someone- hoping they get the hint

And if not he’ll just poke and poke and POKE in hopes the person just snaps and goes for revenge

Which happened all the time so win-win for Casey Jones

Likes to talk in the first person when tickling someone

“Oooh…Casey Jones has Michaelangelo exactly where he wants him…tickling his ticklish tummy with such precise persiguen!”

”Oh…what’s did we have here? I think we wants a raspberry on his tummy~!” While Mikey is just laughing his shell off and begging Casey not to but he always DOES anyway ksbdhejwbdb

“Aaaaand he’s gone ladies and gentlefolks~!”

An asshole of a Ler I say

[thebrandywine]

Hi :)

I would have sometjing for the fucked up ship bingo...

Leon/Chris, please?

Also cookies and virtual hugs (if desired) bc i I can never leave enough kudos and comments on ao3!

🐈‍⬛

[daisychainsandbowties]

In case you are the author that needs to hear about their wips…

I adore every piece of work you share. Sometimes I leave your fics and it’s like I see the world differently. You write about the ways that humans interact and connect with each other and with themselves. It’s truly beautiful and I will read your works over and over even if they’re never updated. It feels like a glimpse into a highly detailed, intense, intimate setting, almost like an intrusion. That’s something that is so special. It is truly such an honour to read you works every time.

this is so sweet 🥹💕❤️💕 and also incredibly good and heartening to hear because i do often feel very bad about how my attention gets scattered and i dance (stumble? trip?) between projects and end up doing my Absolutely-Fucked-On-That-Pollen routine like i’m the bees at the london flower show. but i do love & adore all my aus and i’m rlly rlly happy that they have this sort of meaning to anyone 🥺💕🫂

[philosians]

hello i am probably very late but uhhh can we get a lil’ commotion for the theme because it’s absolutely beautiful omg 🥹 💕

Awww thank youuu 🥰❤️ My friend and mootie L ( @vesearlee ) make the header for me after the spring cards came out and I couldn’t stop gushing over Sylus changing the colors on the flower crown bc wow heehee 🤭

[ratsplendor]

YOU LITERALLY GET IT, its literally the way of Binging Your Hobby, you've done everything you need to do and then have things on standby YOU GOT THIS FR

literallyyyyy I have long come to see the hyperfocus as something I can use to my advantage but I'm also trying so goddamn hard to be 25 years old about it 😂 yes I will fire the laser beam But! ☝️ I will wear my fucking eye goggles because I matter to me !! 😤

[2129888]

Your artwork is so incredible, expressive, and just fills me with so much joy! Thank you <3

WAHH THANK UUU SM i just...... aheem....whimper... i'm just

[lazyjellyfish300]

hi jelly !! i hope you’re doing well ☺️ i was just wondering if you would ever do a continuation for the mom and dad are fighting for christmas/valentines. if not totally understand, you’re doing amazing and i wish u a great rest of your week! ☺️💞💞

Hello Nonnie!

I don't have any current plans for mom & dad are fighting, no unfortunately 😭 but if someone has an idea that speaks to me I might write it 🫶🏽 💕 I do miss writing for Migs and have been trying to think of ideas for him! 🙂‍↕️ Thank you so much & hope you do as well 🥺🥰🙂‍↕️💕

-Mom & Dad are Fighting on Christmas

-Mom & Dad are Fighting on Valentine's Day

-Mom & Dad are Getting Along

-Mom & Dad are having a Family Movie Night

[kurooh]

I LOVE UR WORKK

ANYWAYS MY REQUEST IS

how mha guys are in bed when they're mad or jealous 😋 (please include shinso im begging 🙏)

-💕

JEALOUS, JEALOUS, JEALOUS BOY!

☆ includes: midoriya izuku, bakugō katsuki, todoroki shōto, kirishima eijirou, shinsou hitoshi, takami keigo.

☆ warnings: 18+ content, fem! reader, rough sex, mild degradation.

☆ notes: TY FOR THIS REQUEST NONNIE <33 jealousy is such a turn on!!

— IZUKU gets particularly energetic whenever he sees someone getting a little close to you or being flirty. he nicely pulls you away from the person and glares at them, but then he’s all jittery with pent up irritation and energy. he uses your pussy as an outlet, as soon as possible.

“feels so tight,” izuku whines into your neck as he ruts his hips against you, his cock head pounding into your gspot fervently. “i-i’m gonna fill you up—ugh, fuck!—and you’re gonna walk around and keep it inside you.” you bite your lip hard, head falling back against the wall of his agency’s staff room. you’re standing on one leg, pressed against the wall, one leg hiked up and being held by izuku. “i promise i will, zuku, just cum inside me, please!” the door is halfway open and his hand clamps over your mouth in an attempt to keep you quiet so you’re not discovered in such a compromising position. sweat runs down his forehead, and he grips you harder, determined to send you to your meeting late and dripping with his cum.

— KATSUKI is explosive, of course. the moment he sees someone getting friendly with you, he’s quick to snap at them and kiss you hard, then fuck you later. he asks for sexual affirmations while he’s railing you so hard you can barely breathe.

“you like it when i bend you over like this, huh baby?” a hard spank to your ass makes you whine loudly, your pussy clenching on katsuki’s thick cock. “i love it, katsuki!” your head hangs down weakly, and you look between your legs to watch yourself get fucked. a mixture of your slick, his spit, and his cum from early drip down from your hole, and his balls smack against your clit while his cock pistons in and out of you mercilessly. “how’s it feel, takin’ my cock like this?” dazed from the pleasure, you don’t answer as quickly as he expects you to, and his hips stop instantly. “no!” you exclaim desperately, starting to babble thoughtlessly. “it feels better than anything, katsuki.. please don’t stop fucking me, i need you so bad.” “go ahead and beg some more for me,” he laughs a little, his balls clenching at your words.

— SHŌTO is a little passive, talking neutrally to the person who’s getting too close. the second you’re both out of sight of others, he kisses you hard and makes out with you. while fingering and teasing you, he sucks dark hickeys into your skin.

“sho, don’t think about that disrespectful asshole, i—” strong arms pull you close, right into his chest, and sweet lips shut you up before you can say any more. letting yourself savor his touch, your eyes close, and shōto’s tongue slips between your lips with practiced ease; his kisses are controlled yet wanting. you whine shakily when his hand slips into your pants and into your underwear, his fingers brushing at your already sticky slit. shōto transitions, his lips moving to your neck eagerly, and he begins to suck at the supple skin. “oh, that feels good,” you whisper when two of his fingers press inside of you, another massaging your clit. “i wish i was inside of you.” he bites down on your skin particularly hard and you squirm. “later,” you say, palming his cock through his pants and pressing closer to him. “for now, mark me up.”

— EIJIROU is friendly when he pulls you close, kissing you in front of the person who’s making him fight a war internally with jealousy. but he’s actually angry, wondering how they hadn’t seen you together before they started getting flirty with you. so, he makes you suck his cock to help him get over it.

“can i suck it, ei?” you feel yourself salivating at the sight of him gripping his hard cock through his pants, the outline sending heat through every inch of your body. “hmm, okay,” he shrugs, slowly sliding his pants and boxers down his thighs. his tip is messy with precum, and despite his nonchalance he’s desperate for your mouth. wanting to tease him, you wrap your lips around him and very slowly take his length into your mouth. but eijirou’s hand pressed against the back of your head gently before he slams you all the way down. immediately, tears well in your eyes and you choke, your throat tightening. his crimson eyes roll right into the back of his head, and he twists his fingers in your hair, yanking you up and down on his cock. “let me use your pretty mouth, baby. this is what it’s for, isn’t it?” he groans when you tearfully look up at him, nodding. “fuck, take it deeper.”

— hitoshi is clearly unhappy when you return to him after purposely engaging with someone flirty, in hopes of him seeing you. he becomes uncharacteristically rough with you when you’re in bed together, and reminds you not to act like that again (but now you want to even more cause you love the way he treats you).

“i bet you talked with him like that on purpose, just so i could fuck you like a slut.” he spits, his hips pounding into yours, pace quickening by the second. one of hitoshi’s large hands slowly wraps around your throat, and he squeezes lightly, then harder when your eyes roll back. “i-i did, toshi! don’t stop, please!” he groans, his head tipping back, and his free hand pushes your knees into your chest harder. you’re folded into a mating press and tears well in your eyes, the pleasure overwhelming. you gasp, “i’m so close! hitoshi, you’re gonna make me—” and his free hand slips between your pelvis and his, and his fingers start to rub at your swollen clit. you grab his hand that’s resting on your throat and look at him with such desperation that he squeezes your throat hard, drawing gasping moans from your lips. hitoshi’s cock throbs when your pussy tightens, and his fingers fall away from your clit, and he slaps it instead. “no, you don’t get to cum until i do.”

— KEIGO swoops in, says “she’s mine, dude” and literally picks you up and flies off. overall, he’s pretty laid back and doesn’t get jealous, but when he does, he fucks you in hearing/seeing distance of the guy. for example, on a rooftop, in a nearby alley, etc.

“fuck you, dabi!” keigo shouts from the rooftop overlooking the man, his wings spread out and buffeting strongly. then he wraps an arm around your waist, pulls you against him and into a kiss. “kei,” you murmur against his lips, “i’m already ready, jus’ want you inside.” he almost cums right then and there, and before you know it, he’s yanking his clothes off and tugging down your shorts. your panties are pushed to the side hastily, and he’s quick to push inside you, but even faster to start fucking you. “be loud for me, baby,” keigo bends you right over, so you’re looking out at the city’s skyline and over all the roads. you’re shaking already as you mewl in pleasure, arms trembling as you try to hold yourself up. “keigo!” you moan, wanting to scream at how deep he’s fucking you. “good girl,” he whispers, “let the whole city know i’m making you feel this good.”

[lovebugism]

i adoreeee your sm!! would you write eddie x cheerleader!reader where they have their first time together? in his room in his trailer uwu? hurt/comfort 💕😭 and ofc she’s friends with the hellfire club and sits with them at their tableeee at the cafeteriaaa awwwgshsgsgsg

ty for requesting :D — a summary of the day after your first time with eddie munson (established relationship, brief hurt/comfort, cw for mentions of sex but no real smut | 0.9k)

bug's two year celebration ♡

You enter Hawkins High that morning with a subtle ache between your thighs. A distant panging from within you feel strangely proud of. A soreness that makes you feel brand new.

You spare a brief glance at Eddie from the corner of your eye. He hasn’t stopped smiling since he picked you up that morning (or since he dropped you off the evening before that). Your chest swells with a sparkling feeling. You bow your head to hide your smiling, but you can’t shake the feeling that everyone’s looking at you — that your deepest secrets have somehow made the headlines of the school paper.

“I feel like everyone’s staring,” you admit in a whisper when the two of you pause at your adjoining lockers. Your words are nearly drowned out by the droning of a thousand conversations. Your hands shake with the lock.

“Of course they are,” Eddie scoffs, leaning against the forest green metal (‘cause it’s not like he carries his books around anyway). He grins down at your timid form and shrugs. “Why wouldn’t they be? Look at us.”

He chuckles under his breath and waits for you to laugh with him. You never do. You just duck your head and reach into your locker for a history book, more content to hide within its confines. Eddie burns.

“I— I didn’t tell anyone if that’s what you’re worried about,” he murmurs, more seriously now, as he takes a small step closer to you. 

“No, I know!” you blurt, gaze averted. “I just… I just feel sorta weird.”

“Like… Bad weird?”

“No! It’s— It’s not like that…” You don’t know how to put your swirling feelings into words, so you trail off and regret mentioning anything at all. 

Eddie watches you shut down before him. His chest pinches as he reaches for you.

“Hey… There’s nothing to be worried about, okay?” he coos to you with a wavering, crooked smile. “No one knows shit except the two of us— And trust me, I’m gonna be thinking about it all day—”

His attempts to make you laugh work this time.

You smack his shoulder with a quiet giggle, and he laughs harder at himself.

“I’m serious!” he says, cradling his arm.

“You’re annoying,” you correct, still smiling.

“What do you want me to do, huh?” Eddie croons. “I need something to think about until next time…”

You meet his boyish grin with narrowed eyes. “That is very presumptuous of you, Eddie Munson.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he laughs.

You shrug without a word and shut your locker with a soft clang.

Eddie’s smile fades as you walk away from him. “Wait— What does that mean?” he shouts to you, but receives no answer as you disappear into the bustling crowd.

—————

Alone at the Hellfire cafeteria table, you read silently and wait for the rest of the club to take their seats. Jeff is first, ‘cause his mom always packs his lunch. Dustin and Mike are second, and Eddie is third. Your boy arrives with a sudden kiss to your cheek that startles you for a fleeting moment.

“Missed you,” he mumbles in your ear.

“It’s been three hours,” you laugh.

Eddie follows you when you flinch away from him. “Yeah, tell me about it,” he croons, ducking down to press a kiss to your neck. Until you shove him away, at least, face burning at the blatant PDA in front of the rest of your friends. You turn back to your book and try to ignore their unwavering eyes.

“You guys are gross,” Dustin grumbles through a mouthful of fries.

Eddie slumps down in his seat at the head of the table. His lips curl into a lopsided smirk as he tilts his head. “You’re just jealous, Dusty-Bun.”

“Um, excuse me, but I have Suzie, in case you forgot. And she’s hotter than Pheobe Cates— I have nothing to be jealous of,” Dustin rambles, then flashes you an apologetic glance. “No offense.”

“None taken,” you murmur.

“Oh. Right,” Eddie nods, slow and sarcastic. “You mean your very real, not fake at all girlfriend?”

“She’s real!”

“You guys are acting clingier than usual,” Mike observes in his usual monotone.

Gareth arrives at the table then. His tray clatters as he sits down across from you. “It’s ‘cause they had sex,” he tells the raven-haired boy with a nonchalant shrug.

You freeze, breath catching as your heart drops to your stomach. You turn to Eddie with wide, uncertain eyes. You couldn’t hide your shock if you wanted.

Eddie’s face houses a similar horror. “I didn’t tell him. I swear.”

“You didn’t have to tell me,” Gareth scoffs and takes a too-big bite of his burger. His eyes flit between the two of you as he talks through the wad in his cheek. “I can practically smell it on you guys. You’re like a couple of cats in heat.”

“Well, only one cat would be in heat, so technically…” Dustin trails off at the glare Eddie gives him. “Sorry. Not helping.”

“It’s not a bad thing!” Gareth chuckles at his best friend’s simmering anger, ketchup clinging to the corner of his mouth. He slaps the boy on his leather-clad shoulder and says, “It’s about time you get laid, man— I was starting to worry.”

“Says the virgin,” Eddie quips and steals a fry from his tray.

You swat his other shoulder.

“What?” he winces playfully.

“You were a virgin, too, asshole,” Gareth grumbles.

“Yeah. I remember it like it was yesterday,” Eddie says within a whimsical sigh.

“That’s because it was yesterday, idiot.”

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Last Christmas

♥ masterlist | request rules | 12 days of ficmas

♥ pairing: ex!lando norris x fem!reader x oscar piastri

♥ synopsis: last christmas was vulnerable. even more so after you opened up to your best friend lando and him comforting you turned into his confession of love... but the next morning a picture of his girlfriend—whom he never told you about, was the first thing you saw. out of what you'd call destiny, you befriend the two people he's closest too: his teammate and his new girlfriend.

♥ smau - fc: women on pinterest - as always none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing !!!

♥ a/n: lando is a bit of a dick in this but it’s only bc its important for the plot lmao! <3

-Christmas Eve, 2023-

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user1 alright who broke our girl’s heart

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user5 oh so this person SUCKS sucks

user6 the sabrina lyrics

user8 SAID THAT IT WAS ME AND YOU FOR LIFE !!

user9 NOW YOURE KINDA ACTIN LIKE I DIED!!

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user12 i know lando just hard launched his girlfriend but i hope he’s still able to be there for yn 😓

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iamimogen me !

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mclaren what oscar said!!

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user2 being best friends with a driver means your also best friends with his engineer

blondie_wdj @/user2 so true

user3 i can’t wait to see lando’s gf in the paddock

user5 and her and y/n to be friends

user6 I hope there's no tension between them

user7 @/user6 lets not pit women against each other before they've even met !!

user9 where's yn's man

yourusername no idea 😔

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user1 STOP is that imogen?

user2 she’s so hot i fear 🫣

oscarpiastri finally made it onto your ig 🙏 I used to dream of days like this

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user8 the way lando isn't even in the pictures lmaooo

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user4 that's what I've been SAYING

user5 so glad lando has a gf so yall finally stop shipping her w him and let the oscarinas have something

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-Time Skip-

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f1gossip y/n and imogen were spotted hanging out all night after the monaco grand prix. could this be the beginning of a new friendship?

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user1 I BEG YOUR FINEST PAEDON?!

user4 they're so fucking cute oh my god

user2 i love it when the girl bsf and gf are besties 🥹

user9 it's mr steal your girl

user8 Imogen break up with your boyfriend ‼️

user7 yn lando Imogen poly when

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user1 @/oscarpiastri again

user2 how did you recognize him by just his back? 😭

user3 crying because why is yn posting oscar more than lando posts his girlfriend

user4 RIGHT? I don't think I've seen her once on his main or jpg but Imogen posts him all the time :/

user5 its kind of weird since lando used to post dozens of pictures of yn

user6 anyone else notice that he hasn't liked or commented on any of yn's posts in months or am I insane?

user5 @/user6 YES I HAVE

user8 guys I think they went through a friendship break up or something

user4 @/user8 do you think its because of Imogen?

user8 @/user4 maybe

user6 @/user4 I don't think so since yn is with her all the time. I just haven't seen yn talk to lando publicly since last year

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user9 hungary is such a random race to go to lol

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user1 SHES SO US

user7 SCREAMING

user3 ARE WE GONNA TALK ABOUT THE FACT THEY LET YN STAND DOWN THERE

user2 honorary wag !!

user4 oh the sheer amount of pictures she took of him

user5 that's a proud girlfriend if I've ever seen one

user6 she didn't even greet lando...

user10 she was probably caught up in the moment

user6 @/user10 me when I lie

user10 HELPPP 😭 I don't want to admit her and lando aren't hanging out anymore... they were literally best friends

user9 lets focus on the positives: oscar won and he's 100% into yn

-F1 Winter Break-

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user1 lando you need to step up your game

user2 him STILL not posting pictures about her is crazy...

user3 EXACTLY

user4 the way they've been publicly a couple for a year 💀

user7 pink pilates princess core

iamimogen you know it

user12 I feel like I'm the only one who thinks her and lando are cute 😭

user6 no they're cute there's just something... off?

user10 @/user6 exactly. I love them but what the fuck is going on with them and yn

user9 the only place were gonna find lando and yn together these days is Imogen's likes

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user3 they’re so fucking funny

user4 OSCYN HARD LAUNCH I REPEAT OSCYN HARD LAUNCH

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user1 THE GASP I GUSPT

user4 jaw is on the floor.

user3 LEAVING THE COMMENTS ON IS CRAZYYY

user5 what a bad bitch move

user7 SHUT UPPPP

user6 so this all WAS about lando?! I'm genuinely so curious now I need to know what he did!?!?!?

user8 oh my god yn is my favorite person

user9 y'all remember that post of her like sobbing last year? was that about lando...?

user10 FUCK OFF IMAGINE IT IS

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end notes: i’m really fighting my demons (the urge to make a part two where yn ends up with imogen…) anyways I'm back with super late christmas fics haha !! they'll all be posted out of order from now on lmao

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Chapter 4 of De Novo (Toji x Reader) All chapters as well as content warnings can be found here.

When we are tired, we are attacked by ideas we conquered long ago. ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

The scent of jasmine lingered in the air, delicate and warm, carried on a soft breeze that rustled the leaves of the garden trees. Toji sat cross-legged on the soft grass with a wooden toy clutched in his hands. His mother knelt beside him, her dark hair tied loosely at the nape of her neck, strands falling into her face as she laughed softly at something he’d said.

“Again,” he demanded, his voice high and filled with the playful stubbornness of a child.

His mother smiled, her expression soft as she picked up the small wooden figurine and began moving it across the grass again, her voice light as she brought the little story to life. “And then the hero crossed the bridge, but—oh no! What’s this?” She gasped theatrically, making him laugh, his small frame tipping back as his joy bubbled over.

“Toji, look!” she whispered, pointing to the sky where a butterfly danced through the air, its yellow wings catching the sunlight. “Do you see it? It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

Toji nodded eagerly, his wide eyes following the butterfly’s path, his chest swelling with the uncomplicated happiness that only a child could feel. He turned to look at his mother, who was watching him, her face glowing with an expression he would remember for years to come—gentle, full of love, unguarded.

“Beautiful,” he echoed, his voice quieter now, as if speaking too loudly might scare the butterfly away.

For a moment, the world was perfect. The harshness of the estate felt far away, as though the garden was its own little haven, untouched by the rules and cruelty that lurked behind the walls of the compound. His mother’s presence made it so.

But then the moment shattered.

“Toji!”

The voice was sharp, cutting through the peace like a blade. Toji flinched, instinctively pulling closer to his mother as an elder of the clan strode into the garden. His robes were pristine, his expression severe, his eyes hard as they locked onto the small boy.

Toji’s mother tensed, she knew today was the day but it didn’t make it any easier. Her hand hovering protectively over her son’s shoulder. “He’s just a boy,” she spoke softly, her voice trembling as she rose to her feet, placing herself slightly in front of Toji.

“That’s the problem,” the elder replied coldly, his gaze shifting to her with a disdain that made Toji’s small frame shrink further into the grass. “You coddle him too much. He’ll grow up weak if you keep this up.”

“He’s my son,” she said, her voice gaining a thread of steel despite her fear. “You don’t get to decide how I raise him.”

The elder’s eyes narrowed, and without warning, he reached down and grabbed Toji by the arm, yanking him up roughly. The toy fell from Toji’s grasp, landing forgotten in the dirt as he cried out in pain and surprise. “You decided that we get to raise him the moment you laid down like a common whore. You’ve been given too much freedom.”

“Stop it!” his mother shouted, stepping forward, pushing her to the ground as his glare silencing her.

Toji squirmed in the man’s grip, tears stinging his eyes, but the elder’s hold was ironclad. “Stop crying,” he snapped, his voice dripping with disgust. “Look at you—pathetic. You’re a Zen’in . Start acting like it.”

“I—” Toji tried to speak, his small voice choking on a sob, but the elder shook him once, the motion rough and humiliating.

“Boys don’t cry,” the elder hissed, his face close to Toji’s. “And Zen’in men certainly don’t waste their time chasing butterflies and clinging to their mothers.”

Toji’s mother lurched forward, her hands trembling as she reached out. “Let him go. Please.”

The elder threw her a withering look. “It’s time he learns. You’ve coddled him long enough.”

Toji’s chest heaved, his small hands gripping at the elder’s sleeve as he tried to pull away, but the man only tightened his grip, his sharp fingernails biting into Toji’s skin. “If you want to be part of this family, you’d better learn to stand on your own,” the elder growled, his voice a low, venomous whisper. “Because she won’t always be here to protect you.”

“Stop it!” his mother screamed, her voice cracking as she lunged forward and yanked Toji from the elder’s grasp, pulling him into her arms. Her body shook with anger as she held her son tightly, her eyes blazing with fury as she glared at the elder.

“Touch him again, and I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” the elder interrupted, his voice mocking as he stepped closer. “You’re nothing here. You’re only tolerated because of that boy.”

Toji’s small fingers clutched at his mother’s clothing, his heart pounding in his chest as the elder’s words sank deep, each one a barb that cut deeper than the last.

“Ten minutes. Have him in front of the training room or face the consequences of being insubordinate.”

And then the elder turned and left, his robes sweeping behind him, but the damage had already been done. The garden no longer felt like a haven.

Toji’s eyes snapped open, his chest heaving as he sat up in the darkened room. The condo was silent, but the phantom echoes of his childhood still rang in his ears—the elder’s voice, his mother’s trembling hands, the weight of shame and helplessness that had lodged itself deep in his chest all those years ago.

His shirt clung to his skin, damp with sweat, and he ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply as he tried to steady himself. The dream had felt too real, too vivid, dragging him back to a time he’d spent years trying to forget.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he buried his face in his hands. The past wasn’t something he could escape, no matter how much he tried to bury it. It lingered, clawing its way to the surface in moments like this, when the quiet left him with nothing but his thoughts.

Boys don’t cry.

Over and over it echoed in his mind, cutting through the darkness like a blade. Toji’s hands curled into fists, his nails digging into his palms as he sat there, the weight of it all pressing down on him.

He glanced toward the window, the faint glow of the city lights spilling into the room. Somewhere out there, life went on—unbothered, untouched by the scars he carried.

He felt the full weight of each scar that had left him like this, and it left him wondering if he’d ever truly be free.

  Ayame moved around the diner with ease, making sure each table had all condiments refilled while taking her time to wipe the tables down with you following close behind. “You don’t have to keep working here because you think we’re too old to keep this place running.”

  “So I’m… fired?” You picked up a half empty soup bowl, stacking it with the other dirty dishes you had steadied in your grasp.

“Being bumped down to part time.”

“I’d rather you fire me Ayame. Part-time?”

Ayame slung the towel over her shoulder and sat her hands on her hips “So you want to sit around here with us old timers and smell like pig feet?”

  You cocked your head, as if contemplating the idea before Ayame sucked her teeth. “Stop that.” she sat at one of the empty tables and shaking her head before huffing out a laugh. “You have that show club, looking into being a teacher again and you’ve got big bull looking over your shoulder. Full plate if you ask me.”

“Girl wha-” you forgot who you were talking to for a moment and cleared your throat. “Ayame-san, respectfully, the club isn’t keeping me that busy, teaching isn’t even on the radar no matter what Yaga told you and Fushiguro he’s,” you winced, almost cringed at the thought, “He’s doing his job. He’s over security now at the club.”

Raising her brow as if she’s been given the news of her life, Ayama stood up with a grin, “Seems like big bull is trying being sweet on my little spider monkey.”

“Am I being bullied right now? This can’t be real.”

“Oh what do I know. I’m just old and been married to the same man for 60 years.”

You sucked your teeth, trying to wipe away the visual of Toji being sweet on you. “Exactly. 60 years of dating practices that have changed and men who can’t even stay committed for a work day. Your ‘big bull’ is no different.”

  “You need more time to yourself. You’re young, you’re talented, and this place isn’t going anywhere,” she said matter-of-factly. “Besides, I don’t want to see you burnt out. You work at night, and then you’re here half the damn day.”

You let out a dramatic groan, throwing yourself onto the counter like you’d just been struck down. “Ayame, please, I have to work so I can afford my incredibly lavish lifestyle.”

She snorted. “Your lifestyle consists of pasta dishes and secondhand books.”

“Exactly! High maintenance.”

Ayame shook her head, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she continued scribbling. “I’m keeping you on for two days a week. Maybe three if I’m feeling generous.”

You gasped, clutching your chest. “Two? What am I supposed to do with all this free time?”

“I don’t know—dance? Perfect your craft? Actually rest?” She arched a brow at you before waving you off with her pen. “Go fall in love or something.”

You barked out a laugh. “Oh yeah, because that’s on my to-do list.”

The only thing Ayame could do was laugh as she cleaned the prep counter. “Okay okay, boss lady.” she winked, clearly amused by how touchy you were by the mentioning of Toji. “But you really do have a lot on your plate, sweet peach. Hiring Kugisaki’s friend to take over at the front is just my way of giving you more time to do what really calls you.”

  “What calls to me is being here for you...so two days and I’m on call if you get overwhelmed?”

Ayame rolled her eyes. “Fine. Just don’t loiter here when you’re off the clock. I know you’ll try.”

Before you could respond with more dramatic protests, the small bell above the door chimed, signaling a new customer. You barely glanced up—until you caught the familiar broad figure stepping inside.

  He was dressed differently today—no jacket, no oversized layers to downplay his build. Instead, he wore a simple fitted black shirt, the sleeves tight around his biceps, the fabric stretching just enough to make you painfully aware of how well-defined he was. His dark jeans sat low on his hips, giving a slight view of the protruding veins that descended down. His usual casual confidence radiating from him as he stepped inside.

You turned back toward Ayame, pretending to be deeply interested in literally anything else, but she was already moving past you, heading to greet him.

“Big bull,” she said warmly, giving him a small nod. “The usual?”

He gave her a curt nod, his voice low. “Yes ma’am.”

Ayame smiled. “Take your seat. I’ll have it out soon.”

You didn’t have to look to know he was heading toward his usual booth—the one tucked into the farthest corner, away from the busier parts of the diner.

And you certainly weren’t looking because of how that damn shirt fit him.

Nope. Not at all.

You forced yourself to focus, busying yourself behind the counter as if wiping down an already clean surface was the most important task in the world. But just as you were mentally giving yourself credit for not staring, Toji’s voice cut through your thoughts.

“See something you like?”

You nearly dropped the rag in your hands.

Slowly, you turned your head toward him, only to find him looking directly at you, one arm draped lazily over the back of the booth, his expression unreadable—but there was something dangerously close to amusement in his eyes.

“I—” You blinked, then scoffed, trying to recover. “You wish.”

Toji smirked, tilting his head slightly. “You sure? You’ve been staring since I walked in.”

You crossed your arms, arching a brow. “You’re the one talking to me. Should I be the one asking if you see something you like?”

His smirk didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened. “Maybe.”

Your breath caught for half a second before you rolled your eyes, turning back to the counter. “Unbelievable.”

You heard a low chuckle from his booth, the sound sinking into your skin before you could stop it.

Ayame came back with his drink, placing it in front of him before glancing between the two of you. Her lips quirked, but she didn’t say anything until she made it back to the kitchen. "Big bulls order! so be generous!"

You busied yourself making another cup of tea, trying to ignore the way your heart was hammering slightly harder than it had been a minute ago.

Toji, meanwhile, leaned back in his seat, taking a slow sip of his drink, completely at ease.

This was going to be trouble.

The air was thick with energy only the Friday crowd could pull in. The bass from the music thrumming in your chest, the subtle lighting created that sultry glow that cascaded over the floor, and the steady hum of conversation blending into the atmosphere like electricity crackling in the air.

You weaved through the tables effortlessly, tray balanced on one hand as you made your way toward a table full of high-rollers. The men were dressed sharp, exuding money, their drinks half-finished as they laughed among themselves. One of them—tall, dark-haired, and already a little drunk—caught your eye as you approached.

“Ah, our favorite person is here,” he mumbled smoothly, his smile lazy. “You keep coming back. Should I take that as a sign?”

You gave him a playful smirk, setting down the fresh round of drinks with practiced ease. “I go where all the handsome men is suits are,” you teased, your voice just light enough to keep things flirty but noncommittal. “And you, gentlemen, have been very generous tonight.”

One of the others chuckled, raising his glass. “That’s because we know how to appreciate good service.”

You winked. “Flattery works on me. Keep it up, and I might just start thinking you’re my favorite table.”

Their laughter followed you as you turned away, already moving toward the next order, the weight of your tray a familiar comfort in your hands. You loved this—the flow of the night, the way the club pulsed with life. It was a different kind of performance that required the same confidence, charm, and just the right amount of control when on stage.

At the bar, Shoko was leaning against the counter, taking a sip of her own drink between orders. She smirked as she watched you approach. “Having fun out there?”

You set down your tray, rolling your shoulders. “Always.”

“You’re glowing,” she noted, tilting her head. “The patrons treating you extra nice tonight?”

You laughed. “They’re always nice when you know how to handle them. That, and Kirara did the Lords work with this lip combo on me.”

Shoko grinned. “That’s what I love about you. You know how to work a room.”

You did. The game was easy if you knew how to play it. You let people feel seen, feel important, and in return, they made sure you walked away with your pockets heavier. Some guests flirted harmlessly, some laid it on thick, and some just liked the attention of someone who knew how to listen.

As you reached for another tray of drinks, another patron caught your eye—a woman this time, elegantly draped across one of the VIP lounge sofas. She had a knowing look in her eye, twirling a glass between her fingers as she watched the movement of the club.

“Long night?” you asked, setting her refill down smoothly.

She looked up at you, her lips curving into an appreciative smile. “Could be longer, depending on the company.”

You chuckled, tilting your head. “Good thing the night’s still young, then.”

She let her gaze linger on you before taking a slow sip of her drink, clearly enjoying the banter. You could feel her watching you even as you turned away, already onto your next order.

As you moved through the club, the lights shifting from blues to reds, the energy only grew, wrapping around you like a second skin. This was your world, and tonight, you were thriving in it.

“You look like someone whose judgment I can trust.” A husky, almost familiar voice came into your line of hearing as you sat your tray on the bar. “What drinks do you think would me win over a few clients?”

Tall, handsome and trouble in those hazel eyes as he smiled warmly at you facing him. “Depends. How badly do you need to win them over?”

  “Very, ma’am.” His response was quick. He ran his fingers near his rich, black roots before fluffing out the blonde bleached ends.

You pondered for a moment, looking him over as if that would help in your decision making.

“If you want them to close a deal with you tomorrow afternoon, try a round of Bow and Arrows.”

  “What if I need that deal closed by the end of the night?”

  “Mm. A man who likes to take care of business swiftly. Go with a round of Gold Rush’s followed by green tea shots after you’ve closed your deal.”

He smiled, turning his face to Shoko to put in the order then back to you. “If this works, I’ll make sure to purchase another drink package with you before the end of the night.”

  With that, he grinned and walked away from the bar and through the maze of tables.

  “That guy looks familiar.” Shoko grabbed 6 old-fashioned glasses and began to chill them. “Hmm.”

You shook your head, staring at the table, almost wrapped up in the air of the man. Hadn’t seen him in before but that doesn’t mean he’d never been in.

You watched as he slipped back into the crowd, the air around him charged with confidence, the type of man who seemed used to getting his way. The strict-faced men at his table barely acknowledged his return, their conversation hushed, their expressions unreadable.

Something about him nagged at you—not in a way that set off immediate alarms, but in a way that made you want to pay attention. The way he smiled, how effortlessly charming he was, like he’d spent his entire life perfecting the art of persuasion.

Shoko’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Did you get his name?”

You shook your head, still watching as he gestured toward the table, already settling in like he belonged there. “No, but he gives off that ‘knows people who know people’ kind of vibe.”

Shoko let out a short chuckle as she poured the Gold Rush cocktails, topping them with fresh lemon zest. “Yeah, well. I’d say that’s a nice way of putting it.” She slid the drinks onto a tray before giving you a look. “Something about him seem off to you?”

You hesitated, then shrugged. “Not off exactly. Just… calculated. He’s charming, but it feels like he knows it too well, like he’s always five steps ahead.”

Shoko hummed, lighting a cigarette as she set the next batch of drinks aside. “Sounds like trouble.”

You smirked, leaning against the bar. “You say that as if I don’t like a little commotion from time to time.”

Shoko exhaled a soft puff of smoke, giving you a lazy grin. “Just make sure you don’t let that one get too close.”

The warning lingered then dissipated as you grabbed the tray, heading toward his table with the same moxie and charm as usual.

  “Pardon me gentlemen, here are your drinks.” Each set of eyes that sat in the crescent shaped booth all found a point of interest on you and not the file that sat at its center. “We have Golden Rush. 20 year old aged straight bourbon, freshly squeezed lemon juice, and local wild flower honey with a taste you can only enjoy now.”

  One of the men sat up, examining the drink. “We didn’t order these.”

“Your friend here came up to the bar and told us that he wanted to give you a taste of the cities best while you were visiting our club.” Quick on your feet, you answered swiftly yet calmly as you placed your hand on the hazel eyed mans shoulder.

Another, obviously older, man of the group spoke up with a boisterous tone. “So I’m guessing these drinks will do the trick since you weren’t available.” He winked, and it took every fiber of your very existence to not wrinkle your nose at him.

“Exactly.” You responded, winking back, placing the tray under your arm. “If you all need anything else, just give me a wave. Enjoy, gentlemen.”

You couldn’t walk away quick enough, shivering as you reached Shoko back at the bar.

Toji took notice of that and the entire interaction as he watched you on the security cameras.

  The place was packed tonight—dancers moving in rhythm under neon lights, patrons pressing close to the bar, conversations blending into the ever-present hum of music and liquor.

And then there was him.

  Naoya.

The little shit was perched at a table in the VIP section, lounging like he owned the place, his smug grin never faltering as he spoke with the men around him. But that wasn’t what had caught Toji’s attention. No, it was the interaction before that—Naoya at the bar, his voice smooth, his movements just a little too familiar as he spoke to you.

Toji’s jaw tightened as he rewound the footage just a few minutes back, watching the exchange again. The easy way Naoya leaned in, the way his sharp hazel eyes lingered on you, the way he smiled after you gave him your drink recommendations.

  He knew that look.

Toji had been around Naoya and bastards just like him to recognize when someone was sizing up a person—gauging interest, testing how far they could push. And the worst part? You had no idea who he really was.

  Lucky you.

He drug his hands down his face, exhausted all of a sudden. “Of all the clubs.” Toji exasperated as he pushed back from the desk and hastily went to walk out to the short foyer that opened up to the club before that voice was too close to his ear.

  “Didn’t take you for the type to sit in the dark and watch screens all night, Toji-nii.”

Toji exhaled through his nose, slow and controlled, before turning his head slightly. Naoya strolled up beside him like he belonged there, shutting the door behind him with an easy flick of his wrist.

  “What do you want, Naoya?” Toji asked, voice low, unimpressed.

  Naoya smirked, stepping closer before propping himself against the desk, pretending to glance at the security feeds as if he gave a damn about the club’s operations. “Relax. I’m just catching up with my dear cousin.” He said the word with mock sincerity, like it amused him to acknowledge the blood tie between them.

Toji remained silent, watching him.

Naoya hummed, as if trying to decide which direction to take this little game of his. And then, feigning casual interest, he nodded toward the screens. “You seemed pretty focused just now. Something interesting happen?”

Toji didn’t respond. He wasn’t going to give the little bastard the satisfaction.

Naoya chuckled. “Ahhh,” he drawled, as if a realization had dawned on him. “Or maybe someone interesting?”

Toji’s fingers curled slightly against his bicep, but his face remained unreadable. Naoya leaned forward just enough to glance at the monitor still paused on you standing at the bar, a knowing little smile curling his lips.

“She’s cute,” he mused, his voice light, taunting. “She had this… fire in her, you know? The kind that makes you want to poke and see what happens.” He looked at Toji then, studying his reaction closely. “I hope she’s single.”

  Toji didn’t flinch, didn’t let the irritation creeping up his spine show, but he could feel the slow burn of it settling in his chest.

Naoya grinned, eyes glinting with something wicked. “Think I should ask her out?”

A slow inhale. A beat of silence.

Toji shifted, finally moving—unfolding his arms, leaning forward just slightly, elbows resting on his knees. His gaze met Naoya’s, dark and sharp, his voice calm but carrying an unmistakable weight.

  “You think she’d be interested in a Zen’in?”

Naoya tilted his head, amused. “I am a charmer.”

Toji let out a quiet chuckle, but there was no humor in it. “You’re a headache.”

Naoya laughed. “Oh, come on, Toji-nii. It’s just a little fun.” His smirk widened. “Unless… you actually planned on making a move? Do you care?”

Toji’s expression didn’t change, but the temperature in the room felt like it dropped just slightly.

  “You always were bad at reading people,” Toji said, voice smooth, unbothered.

Naoya leaned in just a fraction, his grin unwavering. “Mmm, I don’t know. I’ve got a pretty good feeling about this one.” He tapped his temple. “See, I think you do care. Not a lot, obviously. You’re still the cold, indifferent bastard we all know and love.” His voice dropped slightly, just enough to push. “But you’re watching, aren’t you?”

A slow, deliberate silence.

  Naoya leaned back with a smirk, like he’d found exactly what he was looking for.

“Well,” he sighed, stretching his arms above his head, “guess I’ll find out for myself. I’m thinking I’ll she if she wants to go to this cozy little izakaya a few people have told me about.”

  Naoya pushed off the desk making his way back to the door. But just before he could step out, Toji’s voice cut through the room, low and measured as he grabbed Naoya’s wrist, gripping it as if he wanted to snap it off.

“Naoya.”

Naoya paused, glancing over his shoulder.

Toji’s gaze was heavy, unreadable, but the warning in it was unmistakable. “Watch yourself.”

For a split second, something flickered in Naoya’s expression—something entertained, something smug, something victorious.

  He grinned. “Oh, I always do.”

And with that, he was gone, leaving Toji alone in the shadowy glow of the security monitors, jaw tight, chest burning and fingers curled into fists.

  Fucking hell.

Naoya was testing him. Poking at something Toji didn’t even want to name.

And the worst part?

He wasn’t entirely wrong.

dividers from the lovely @/thecutestgrotto <3

[himasgod]

Hello! ^^ I've read your fanfic about Malleus being jealous and I really loved it! If I could, could I make a request?

It's a reader x anyone from the TWST cast, but preferably Azul, in a stablished relationship, where the reader is telling Malleus about her latest date with Azul and Malleus is acting like a puritain nun because HAND-HOLDING....? BEFORE MARRIAGE...????????

In the ghost bride event he says he cannot do fake engagements bc he's a prince and yada yada, so I think he takes VERY srsly a relationship and would be flabbergasted by the smallest things lmao

Maybe a bit of overprotective Malleus again pls? 👉👈

Ty if u take this in consideration 💕

Where Malleus is too overprotective with you

Where you tell Malleus about the date you had that night with Azul, but he can't put aside his overprotective and somewhat rigid mind.

Dusk tinged the sky with warm hues when you ran into Malleus on one of his evening strolls around campus. It wasn't unusual for him to accompany you during these quiet hours, where you chat freely with him without interruption from the daytime hustle and bustle of NRC. This time, however, his expression was a mix of disbelief and sternness as he listened to you tell him about your last date with Azul.

"And you're saying… he held your hand?" Malleus asked, his voice resonating with gravity.

You looked at him, blinking in confusion.

"Yes. We were walking down Octavinelle, and Azul took my hand. It was cute, he was nervous at first, but then he relaxed and—"

"That's outrageous," he interrupted, frowning with an almost comical intensity. "Don't you know that such direct contact between a lady and her fiancé should only occur after a formal engagement?"

Your jaw nearly dropped in astonishment. "What-"

"Marriage is a sacred bond, a bond not to be taken lightly." Malleus crossed his arms, assuming a posture of princely dignity. "If Ashengrotto has already dared to touch your hand without a formal promise, then he must take responsibility and honor you properly."

You didn't know whether to laugh or be a little scared.

"Malleus, we're in a relationship, not in a royal court from the last century. It's just holding hands!"

Malleus didn't seem convinced.

"First holding hands… then what's next? Walks alone at night? Letters written with sweet nothings?" he exclaimed with genuine concern, while you nodded along, not understanding what was wrong with it all.

"Boldness."

You brought a hand to your face, trying to hold back your laughter. This was ridiculous.

"Malleus, we've gone on dates before. We've also held hands before."

He took a deep breath, as if he'd just heard blasphemy.

"I can't believe Ashengrotto dared to touch you like that without making a formal offer of marriage. Does he have no honor?" His gaze darkened, almost offended by your name.

"Malleus, stop!" You finally laughed. "Really, it's not that serious."

"Of course it is," he insisted, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "Come to think about it… what are his intentions toward you? I won't allow him to play with your heart."

There it was. Malleus's overprotective way. You knew he cared you, but sometimes you forgot that his sense of protection was too… archaic.

"Azul is a gentleman, Malleus," you assured him, trying to calm his indignation. "He's very attentive to me. You don't have to worry."

But Malleus didn't seem convinced at all.

"I'll watch him closely," he declared. “I won’t allow someone to lead you down the path of perdition with empty promises and immodest gestures.”

“Malleus… it’s just holding hands!”

He didn’t reply, but you could see the storm of thoughts running through his mind. Clearly, he was reconsidering his position regarding Azul.

“Tell me,” he continued after a tense silence, “what else has happened between you?” His emerald eyes glittered with suspicion.

“Uh… well, we ate together. Azul cooked for me, and—”

“He fed you too?!” he exclaimed, putting a hand to his chest, as if you had committed an unforgivable heresy.

“Sharing food is an act of deep intimacy. In Briar Valley, a meal prepared with care and shared in such a manner is a symbol of absolute devotion."

Now you were certain that Malleus was exaggerating everything in the most hilarious way possible.

“Malleus, it was just lunch. Azul just wanted to surprise me.”

“First the hands, then the food…” he muttered to himself, clearly uneasy. “This is worse than I imagined. I must speak to Azul as soon as possible.”

“Don’t even think about it!” You rushed to stop him, desperately grabbing his arm.

“As your friend and protector, it is my duty to ensure that he treats you with the respect you deserve.” His tone was completely solemn, which made it even funnier.

You covered your face with your hands, knowing that no matter how many times you explained the normality of your relationship, Malleus would still see every small act of affection as an affront to decorum. Azul had no idea what was coming his way.

That night, you learned that your boyfriend would be receiving menacing glares from a very overprotective dragon in the coming days.

[thebrandywine]

I just finished a thousand eyes, AND AHHHHH!!

I wanted to say how unique it was? Like the fact that you were able to create such an immersive environment? The world building(?) was really really impressive heheh. It was so good! :D

Ajdhdhdg THANK YOU! I'm so glad you liked it, I really enjoyed figuring out the specifics of the Warrens and the ring and all that. It was fun!!!