#also i'm so annoyed with myself that i didn't notice that bit about the coat earlier but also so happy you pointed that out!

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sorry i have to brainfart this somewhere but mersault chuuya wearing almost damn near similar clothing to his youth got me thinking about dazai and chuuya's fashion choices.

dazai, in all the eras where he was in the mafia....never changes his outfit. it fitting, given his character and such.....so his ada outfit makes him look like a rainbow. dark blue vest, blue gem(?) bolo tie, striped shirt and a tan coat similar to oda's. i think it's cool, to show the stark contrast between his pm days and how he's faring now, aswell to show how much effect oda had on him.

chuuya.....is the complete opposite. boy changes his clothes all the time. but it's so interesting.

his fifteen outfit is very "him" in a sense. street kid, street kid style- red shirt, grey hoodie, green leather jacket, bright blue sheep armband. he fits right in with the rest of the sheep, and hes so...colorful here. almost similar to ada dazai's outfit. and then theres the outfit he wears in the mafia- the first one we saw back in the manga where he seems to be wearing like a..."beta" version of his current outift- but the way it was drawn (disregarding the anime for a second) it looks like its almost ill fitting for him. the vest is too big, the coat looks so heavy, the tie isnt properly tucked, and his pants are baggy. like hes struggling to "fit in".

then theres sb outfit- hes wearing the standard mafia outfit like higuchi, but with his own touches- rolled up sleeves, glasses tucked in his breastpocket, choker, gloves. its not much, but even higuchi doesnt do anything to hers. we kinda see him "getting into" the mafia work, and theres no pop of color here. the dragon head conflict outift is different though- hes wearing clothes that are "his style" again. simple shirt, jacket, choker, gloves. he also has his red petticoat (i think thats what it is? whatever that long cloth underneath his jacket) that, once again, gives him some color. i dunno what spured the outfit change, but i honestly think the red color is his own touch- his own "color"

and then current chuuya. no color at all, maybe safe from the ribbon on his hat. he wears his coat on his shoulders, similar to pm dazai. (also, slight off tangent here- he always loses his coat whenever hes dealing with dazai?? i think?? which is. interesting. given with how glued pm dazai's coat is to his own shoulders. like he actively takes it off/gets it taken off and i SWEAR this only even happens when hes with dazai. idk. ever since asagiri said beast dazai wearing his coat fully to signify him accepting his role as the pm boss ive been. thinking about it. a lot.)

where was i going with this?? oh yeah. why is mersault chuuya wearing his old clothes?? specifically fifteen clothes? like was it his off day or something. bc if you look at chuuyas various outfit as his progression towards the mafia then him wearing his old non mafia clothes either means two things : 1. this is to signify chuuya, under vampire influnce, is well. obviously not loyal to the mafia atm. or 2. something might happen in the future that makes him swear allegiance to someone else which i dont find possible but??? who knows. im overthinking this

Oh my god I opened my asks to find this monster in here and scrolled through it like ?????????

Please feel free to do this anytime this was an absolute joy to read hahaha

"dazai, in all the eras where he was in the mafia....never changes his outfit." His outfit stays pretty similar, you're right, though he does actually change it once during his mafia days. The left image is the outfit he wears in Fifteen and Stormbringer, while the right is what he wears in DHC and Dark Era.

The difference is the blazer jacket he adds under his coat. It's a minimal change but I think it's significant. I mentioned in this post how I believe the change might be related to his change in pronoun from boku to watashi, but really it's more the added layer of distance that makes this significant. Dazai just looks a little... odd, in the first outfit. The coat hangs off him loosely, his shirt is a little baggy. He looks very boyish, and that makes his deceptive tendencies and deeply concerning outlook all the more disturbing to others.

The second outfit makes one change but his clothes now look like they fit him (still with the exception of the coat, which never fit and never will... in this universe anyways. You mentioned Beast so... you know already hehe). In the case of the second outfit, he looks more mature and formal, which lends itself to a person who withdrew further and further away from people (with the exception of the other two at Bar Lupin); who became a terrifying executive in other's eyes, moving away from the "creepy intelligent child" image he had earlier - even though he is still very much a kid. No one knows Dazai - I think the added image of formality and authority here is just one of the many barriers he constructed to keep people from getting too close.

"so his ada outfit makes him look like a rainbow. dark blue vest, blue gem(?) bolo tie, striped shirt and a tan coat similar to oda's."

hjdfvbdjf rainbow - entering his no longer closeted gay era (sorry lol i couldn't resist)

No but you're right about the coat looking a bit like Oda's. He cared for and respected that man like no other and I think when Dazai thinks of "a good person" Oda is the first person who comes to mind. His shirt in the manga is also stripy like Oda's, a little detail that got lost in the anime. :')

"his fifteen outfit is very "him" in a sense. street kid, street kid style- red shirt, grey hoodie, green leather jacket, bright blue sheep armband. he fits right in with the rest of the sheep, and hes so...colorful here."

Yeah. He looks every bit the street kid and blends with the Sheep near perfectly - more than fitting in though, I think it's more than implied that he wants to fit in and changes his look to do so. Chuuya goes to great lengths to give the appearance of fitting in - because he never felt like he truly did (and certainly the Sheep did not treat him like an equal or a friend).

"and then theres the outfit he wears in the mafia- the first one we saw back in the manga where he seems to be wearing like a..."beta" version of his current outfit- but the way it was drawn (disregarding the anime for a second) it looks like its almost ill fitting for him. the vest is too big, the coat looks so heavy, the tie isnt properly tucked, and his pants are baggy. like hes struggling to "fit in"."

YES you get it!! And adding onto that, Chuuya doesn't really have a lot of reason to want to fit in yet. He hasn't found his personal groove yet, because he has little personal attachment to the mafia at this point in time.

Yeah in Stormbringer he's got a few personal touches but is still pretty non-descript (though you're right, it's much more than Higuchi... something to think about for her character too, and how it seems the mafia may be more of a job than an investment to her). By Dead Apple though, Chuuya's outfit is... well, back to his punk vibes, just a little more mafia-classy, I guess. (I don't know fashion I'm sorry, please don't kill me)

"but i honestly think the red color is his own touch- his own "color""

Red makes a lot of sense as a colour for Chuuya. It's energetic, emotional, fierce and aggressive. It's also considered protective, so yeah it suits him for sure. Red clothes, red ability... red camellias...

"and then current chuuya. no color at all, maybe safe from the ribbon on his hat." Ooo ok. So in the anime, this is true but in the manga, I believe his vest is actually a pale red.

Well. Brown with red undertones. Your point still stands though because the colour is very muted. It's not like Fifteen or DHC Chuuya for sure.

"(also, slight off tangent here- he always loses his coat whenever hes dealing with dazai?? i think?? which is. interesting. given with how glued pm dazai's coat is to his own shoulders. like he actively takes it off/gets it taken off and i SWEAR this only even happens when hes with dazai. idk. ever since asagiri said beast dazai wearing his coat fully to signify him accepting his role as the pm boss ive been. thinking about it. a lot.)"

Oh. Thinking on this. Um. Embarrassed to say - I don't think I noticed that actually. Like obviously he loses the coat a lot and that was already something to think on but... only around Dazai, is that right? Hold on, I'm gonna check.

Ok so my check wasn't super thorough (read: I am too tired and drained to go through each and every panel he appears in) but...

By god, I think you're right.

That's. Hm. I'm going to join you on thinking about that for awhile.

I see the coat as a representation of his role and responsibility he takes on, really, so it's interesting that the formality and symbolism of his service to the mafia gets quite literally discarded in the scenes with his foil and equal. Fascinating.

He's also not wearing it in any of these now infamous panels from Chapter 101:

Huh. Well. Thank you anon. You've just given me a whole new thing to whir about.

"why is mersault chuuya wearing his old clothes?? specifically fifteen clothes?"

Honestly, I'm still waiting to figure this out too.

Because of the purplish hue over this piece of new art, I find it hard to tell what the actual colours of his outfit are but it does look awfully similar to his Fifteen outfit. It could just be his "day-off" outfit but I think there's got to be more to it than that. It could have to do with allegiance, like you suggested. May I also suggest the return to a sense of inhumanity?

These are also the clothes he wore when his journey to find answers on himself began. Might he be entering a new arc where he has to "find" himself again?

I still feel we don't have enough information to make a solid judgement. As the meursault pov continues, I think we'll have a better reason as to why he's dressed like this.

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Until the end (Doflamingo x F!Reader) - 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 3

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - . - Chapter 4

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The next morning, she woke up as soon as the first rays of sunshine coloured the sky.

(Y/N) stretched her limbs with a big yawn but stopped remembering that she fell asleep outside, she was wondering how she got in bed but her tired brain refused to think about it and told her to just get up.

The children looked like angels, sleeping soundly and peacefully. Even Law looked at peace in that moment, his face relaxed and not contorted in that serious look he always had. She observed them, a smile gracing her lips.

"So cute", she squealed internally.

Not wanting to stand there until the kids woke up, she took her shoulder bag and went outside in the same spot she sat with Rosinante. No one was awake yet, which was a good thing for (Y/N) who took out her journal and started going over what she wrote about the Sabaody Archipelago, checking if she needed to add something to it.

«Already up?», it was a miracle she didn't had a heart attack.

Snapping the journal close, she turned to face Doflamingo.

«Good morning, Young Master», she bowed slightly with a smile.

Doflamingo chuckled.

«What are you hiding there? Behind your back», he tried peaking.

(Y/N) didn't even realize she hid the journal behind her back, it must have been a reflex. She gulped; he was good at making people feel uncomfortable, not only with words but also with his body language, his arrogance helped that.

«Just my journal, Young Master, I... I had it since I left my hometown», (Y/N) showed it to him.

He reached out to take it and started going over a few pages looking at the pictures in it and the occasional drawing with a description under it; everything written in a delicate and precise calligraphy, almost harmonious.

«You travelled a lot in these years», he laughed while handling it back to her, «That's impressive for a slip of a girl as you».

«I'm not sure what you mean by that», she was genuinely confused by his words.

«I'm surprised you didn't die; the world is a dangerous place for weaklings like yourself», he kept on smiling, it was his usual sadistic smile.

«I may look weak, but I can take care of myself», she was offended and annoyed.

"Bitch ass flamingo, I'll show you weak", she stared at the red lenses of his glasses, standing her ground.

Doflamingo let out a genuine amused laugh. Servants never dared to show anything but respect and fear for him, however (Y/N) got defensive when he tried to belittle her like he did to everyone else.

«Luck must have been on your side», he bit back before leaving her there, mouth agape and rage bubbling inside her.

"Hope your coat catches fire with you in it", she gave him the middle finger when he turned around.

(Y/N) sat there outraged about being seen as weak, she wasn't the best fighter that's true, but she wasn't completely vulnerable either. Fortunately, seeing the children still sleepy, rubbing the tiredness out of their eyes made her anger melt away in an instant; she noticed how Law's dark circles got darker, so she made a mental note to watch over him the same night to make sure he got enough sleep, he was still young, so sleep was important for him.

«Good morning, kids», and with a nutritious breakfast the day started.

The morning passed by rather quickly; Law kept on studying, while Buffalo, Baby 5 and (Y/N) played different kind of games. They all just had lunch when Diamante announced that they had to pack their things because they would set sail in a few hours, the Donquixote Family was moving their headquarters into a better island to expand their business.

«Check again if you have everything», (Y/N) admonished the children.

«Do you have just that?», Buffalo asked pointing at her shoulder bag.

She looked down at the old worn-out bag.

«Yeah, I don't like bringing lots of stuff when moving around frequently», she simply stated before getting everyone out of the building.

She helped the children move their stuff into the ship, she didn't think that they would be changing location so soon, she honestly thought they would've stayed there for a couple of months minimum. Not that she complained, it just took her by surprise.

Travelling with pirates meant that Marine's ship would attack them, which happened; the kids were standing there admiring the fight and helping, while (Y/N) stood a few steps behind to not hinder them.

Apart from the occasional encounter with the Marines' ships, the journey went smoothly. (Y/N) spent her days looking after the children, sometimes she could enjoy some alone time because of family meetings, while during the night she took a little extra time alone on the ship's deck before going to sleep.

«We're here», (Y/N) was playing some board game with the children when they got interrupted.

The children ran to the front of the ship to admire the new temporary home. It was a livelier island, that's for sure, plus each member of the family got their own bedroom with their own bathroom, so no more sharing showers or waiting for others to finish; the servants had to share one bedroom with bunk beds and a bathroom, it wasn't that bad, everything was clean and in perfect shape. (Y/N) and the cooks agreed that she would take the only single bed which was close to the door, in case one of the children needed her during the night.

The cooks didn't even have time to unpack their belongings, they had to rush into the kitchen and make dinner. Doflamingo didn't like tardiness from anyone except his family, obviously. In the meantime, (Y/N) took her time to put the few clothes she owned into one of the wardrobe's drawers, taping a piece of paper with her name on it so everyone knew her stuff was in there; then, she put her undergarments into the drawer under the first one and labelled it too.

«(Y/N)! (Y/N)!», Baby 5 and Buffalo came barging into the room.

«Ei ei, what's the rush, kids?», she closed the wardrobe's doors and turned her full attention to them.

«We're going on a mission tomorrow, are you coming with us?», knowing they meant a "mission" with the family, she smiled softly.

«Kids, I'm not allowed to be with you when you go on missions», she patted their heads.

They looked confused, after all she was their nanny, so she was supposed to watch over them all day long, play with them and be there for them since the adults had better things to do.

«I'm not part of the family, but I'll wait for you to come back and tell me about it», they started smiling again.

«Now, go wash your hands before dinner», she chuckled.

Buffalo and Baby 5 ran back to their rooms.

(Y/N) knocked on Law's door, waiting for his reply before opening it.

«Law dinner is almost ready, wash your hands, please», the little boy was sitting at his desk, concentrating on a medicine book.

At first, he stood still; then, he got up and walked into the bathroom connected to his room. She smiled as she leaned against the door frame.

«You're it!», Baby 5 poked her leg and ran away giggling.

«Oh, you're in, miss», she smiled running after her.

It was easy for (Y/N) to catch up, she was older, and her legs were longer. She reached the little girl and swept her up into her arms, holding her against her chest and tickling her.

«Got you, little miss», (Y/N) laughed.

Baby 5 was laughing as well, trying to get out of her grip.

«I surrender», the child managed to say in between laughter.

(Y/N) stopped and put her down, straightening Baby 5's dress and fixing her hair, making sure she looked presentable for that night's dinner. She didn't want the others to think she was manhandling the children.

After waiting for the other two children, she wished them a good dinner before opening the door of the dining room for them.

«See you later, (Y/N)», they waved at her.

«See you later, kids», she smiled waving back, before closing the door.

Her smile fell, leaving her with an embarrassed expression. She still wasn't used to feeling those strong gazes on her; whenever a member of the family stared at her, no matter if she was alone or with the children, she could feel them checking her every movement, ready to beat her if she messed something up.

(Y/N) went into the kitchen to enjoy her dinner and night chat with the cooks.

«Sucks to be you, (Y/N), I couldn't stick around the Donquixote Family for more than 2 minutes», one of the chefs commented while washing the dishes.

She looked at him before taking a sip of coffee.

«Believe me, I'm shocked I haven't pissed myself whenever I'm around them», she commented finishing her coffee.

«Well, I have to go, the children are probably looking for me», she left the cup with the rest of the dirty dishes.

«Oh... Hi there», she beamed as she looked at the children, sitting outside.

«We were waiting for you», Buffalo admitted while standing up.

(Y/N) felt pride in hearing those words, she liked when children warmed up to her, it was like a reward.

«Then, let's get you tucked in, shall we?», offering them her hands, she lead them into their own rooms.

First was Law, since he wasn't big on affection, she tucked him in after he was ready for bed and simply stroked his hair.

«Goodnight, Law, sleep well. If you need me, I'll be in the servants' room», Law just hummed in response and buried himself under the covers.

Then she went to Buffalo, the boy was bigger than normal, so she was extra careful with him and checked twice if he was tucked in properly; she didn't want him to have his limbs stitching out of the covers.

«Goodnight Buffalo, sleep well you need energy for tomorrow», she kissed his forehead.

«Goodnight (Y/N)», he yawned and closed his eyes, falling asleep almost instantly.

The last one was Baby 5. She, once again, made sure she was tucked in.

«Goodnight, Baby 5, sleep well. Have sweet dreams», she kissed her forehead as well.

«Goodnight, (Y/N)», the little girl turned on her side and closed her eyes.

«(Y/N)?», Baby 5 almost whispered, making (Y/N) stop.

«Yes, sweetie?», she walked back near the girl's bed.

Baby 5 sat up; her eyes were fixated on her hands.

«Will you be with us forever?», the question took (Y/N) off guard.

She wasn't sure what to say.

«Don't worry, little miss, I'll always be there for you», it was a lie.

(Y/N) knew she would have to leave once they became adults, but for now she let them believe she would be there forever.

«Thank you, (Y/N)», Baby 5 smiled and hugger her neck.

After cuddling for a few minutes, the little girl fell asleep, letting (Y/N) have her alone time. She was standing on a rock near the beach, they always taught her that night is the mother of counsel, but tonight wasn't bringing anything to her.

Burying her head in her folded arm, she sighed.

«What a liar», she scolded herself.

Putting herself together as she heard Rosinante's tripping behind her, she chuckled and helped him up.

«Hello to you too, Corazon-sama», they sat on the rock together as they stared at the night sky.

Years passed, the children were growing, and a new entry made (Y/N)'s heart flutter. His name was Dellinger, he was half human and half fishman; he was still a baby when he got in the family, so (Y/N) had to start joining meals to help feed him. She also had to change his diapers and clean whenever he made a mess. He was a handful, but thankfully she had two little helpers: Buffalo and Baby 5; while she wasn't seeing Law as much as before, he was going through a special training program since he would become Doflamingo's right hand in a few years.

(Y/N) kept part of her promise to Baby 5 and always stayed with the children when they needed her; she would always help them and hold them if they needed to let their emotions out with someone who wasn't part of their family. The adults of the Donquixote Family weren't really empathic when it came to certain things, so the children always came to her.

It was dinner time, like usual (Y/N) made the children wash their hands and then took them into the dining room; she sat down and let Dellinger sit on her legs. He was already 3 years old, but he still insisted on using her as a chair declaring she was comfortable and that it also helped him feel tall like the others. And because of that (Y/N) always made sure to eat before them, so her stomach wouldn't make noises during dinner.

"My heart can't take this much cuteness", she tried to keep calm and not being too excited, she didn't want to disrupt the others as they were eating.

«The children really like you, (Y/N)», Doflamingo observed.

(Y/N)'s smile froze on her lips.

«Yes, we do», Baby 5 agreed happily.

She turned to look at Doflamingo with a smile, making sure to look as believable as possible.

«I just do my job, Young Master, after all I own you for giving me shelter and food», she said.

«That's right», he chuckled before resuming his dinner and chatter.

Dinner went on like usual and, in what felt like a handful of seconds, it was over.

«Awww, baby, are you tired?», (Y/N) cooed after Dellinger yawned and clanged on her neck.

It was getting late, the children all looked tired and (Y/N) wanted to be alone.

«Come on everybody, bedtime», she declared.

While the others were getting ready for bed, (Y/N) helped Dellinger take a bath and dressed him for bedtime. She was humming a goodnight song to him to make him fall asleep, when she caught a movement in the corner of her eye.

«Goodnight Dellinger, you'll grow up to be a strong boy», she kissed his forehead softly to not wake him up.

She tiptoed out of the room, closing the door with a barley audible click. She checked left and right; the hallway was empty.

«Weird... Maybe I'm just tired», she mumbled to herself.

After doing the usual bedtime routine for each child, she found herself outside.

«That flamingo asshole», she hissed remembering Doflamingo's words.

«That's right», she mocked him, «Arrogant, spoiled, prideful bastard».

She kept on mumbling to herself about Doflamingo's attitude towards her.

«His brother is better, for sure. Corazon is kind, understanding, intelligent, he's just a bit clumsy».

'Who is?', a note suddenly appeared in her field of vision.

«You, Cora-san», she giggled, moving a bit to make some space for him to sit.

They started having late night conversation every day in the last year and a half, she felt like she could tell him everything.

«How can you and Doflamingo be so different?», she puffed out a cloud of smoke, «I mean... you're so kind while he's just a dick».

Corazon gave a smile and a low chuckle.

'I suppose that's how having siblings works, some are good, some are bad', she nodded.

'Siblings?', she shook her head no.

«Nope, been an only child my whole life. The closest thing to a sibling is the children I'm babysitting right now», he made a face of disgust which made (Y/N) laugh.

«Yeah, I forgot you don't like children», she wiped a tear, «But, it seems you have a soft spot for Law».

Corazon froze in place, his eyes looking her up and down.

«I'm sorry, didn't mean to offend you», she put her hands up in defence.

'It's ok. I just don't know why you think I like him', he waited for her answer.

(Y/N) took a drag of her cigarette before letting the smoke come out of her nostrils as she sighed.

«I don't know to be honest; I just feel it's like that», she sniffed, «I think... I just want someone like you to be beside Law when I won't be needed anymore».

Corazon didn't really know what to do, he never saw her cry before.

'Don't worry, I'll take care of him', she was shocked by his words.

«Thank you, Rosinante», she hugged him, making sure not to set him on fire.

Now was his turn to be shocked by her words, she rarely called him by his real name; he hugged her back while his oldest brother watched the scene from his bedroom's window. He didn't necessarily feel jealous, he felt irritated by what he witnessed; despite the way he acts towards (Y/N) he was starting to grow an interest in the girl.

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There's Something About Her

Reader has a crush on Mina Ashido

Told in first person

Reader is intended as female.

Reader is also a huge tsundere.

Reader is intended to be black, but anyone can read

There was an attempt of fluff

Mina Ashido.

The pink, cheerful, friendly, funny girl.

The absolute bane of my existence.

How can someone be so... annoying?

Genuinely. She doesn't even try. But every time I hear her dumb, sweet voice; or get a whiff of her dumb strawberry perfume; or happen to catch a glance of her cotton candy hair.... I get a chill of slimy irritation.

Like today, when she started dancing out of nowhere in class. Granted, it was a free period, and we were all lounging about.. so, it wasn't like she was deliberately trying to be annoying.

"She's literally always trying to be the center of attention," I huff to Kyoka Jiro as we walk to class. "I really don't get why. Like she's bubblegum pink, she doesn't need to be more be more extra."

Kyoka eyes me over coolly, "you never seem to mind when Hakagure is a little loud."

I mean, that's true. I even find her chirpy and excitable nature quite adorable. Sometimes.

I shrug, "yeah, well. Hakagure is invisible. She has to be loud or people might forget she exists."

Kyoka is the only one I can really talk to about Mina, she doesn't really care enough to tell anyone else . Because all us girls are friends, it wouldn't be classy of me to talk bad about her to anyone else.

Kyoka snickers a bit. I whip to face her indignantly. Upon seeing my face, she chuckles out, "sorry, sorry. It's just so crazy to see how oblivious you are about this."

"About what?" I snap.

"For someone who claims to hate Ashido so much, you sure talk about her a lot."

I glare at her, but she's glare proof. "I never said I hate her." Even hearing that Kyoka thinks that leaves an uneasy feeling in my belly. "I just have...a strong distaste for some of her actions is all."

Like that amazingly intoxicating perfume she wears. Is she trying to kill me from asphyxiation?!

Kyoka scoffs.

"What?" I ask exasperated, though my stomach twists and turns, as if my body knows what she's implying.

She sighs out, and stops walking. I stop too, and face her. "Dude, I'm not gonna beat about the bush about this. But it's so obvious to everyone that you like her."

Who? Ashido? The wind is actually knocked out of me. Everyone knows?! I mean, she thinks I like Ashido?!

"I think Ashido herself knows," she muses while twirling one earphone jack around her finger.

I try to compose myself, despite my heart trying to escape the prison of my rib cage. "Jiro, please. That's actually ridiculous."

"Oh, yeah?" She crosses her arms, "dude, you talk about her all the time, you're always staring at her, you notice every time she's sad! You call her by her first name."

If I were lighter in complexion, I would've been entering tomato territory.

I splutter, "psh! I call a lot of people by their first name, *Kyoka*."

My friend snorts, obviously amused by her teasing effect on me. ''You totally didn't deny any of those other things I pointed out. So you know, deep down inside-"

"There is nothing deep down inside! I am a dark and empty void!" I say indignantly.

"Well then, maybe that's why your heart knows you need some bright pink Ashido in your life," and thinking that she totally ate, she walks away.

I glare after her, fuming. That Kyoka Jiro has no idea what she's talking about. Dumb bitch.

"Hey!!'' My name is called in a cheerful coat of giggles. I hate how I instantly know who it is.

I turn, and see Mina Ashido running up to me. And my stomach immediately becomes ticklish with a million pink butterflies.

[m00dyblue3]

Beauty

Note: I'm done exams!! Finally! And I've grown a new obsession, spiderman, but i will always keep writing for jojo! This fanfic was requested by a sweet follower of mine and I hope they enjoy this!

Ship: Tomoko x Aya

Warnings: none

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Tomoko walked through the streets of the town, only paying attention to her destination while ignoring the men that tried to hit on her. She didn't want to cause any harm today so she just tried to push their annoying voices out of her mind.

As she walked she noticed a commotion going on ahead of her.

A man was hitting on a lady that was clearly uncomfortable and tried to leave but the guy wasn't having it. Tomoko kept watching as she walked, getting closer. The man went far enough to grab the woman by her wrist, causing Tomoko to grab the man's wrist and knee him in the stomach. The man cried out in pain as he dropped to the ground on his knees. He didn't get any sympathy, instead he got a glare from Tomoko.

"Fuck off, bastard. If I see you around doing this shit again I will do more than knee you in the fucking stomach." She threatened, scaring the guy as he quickly ran.

She sighed as she tried to calm down, looking at the woman who was the victim. "You alright?" She asked, making sure the woman was alright.

"Yes, I'm alright. Thank you.." the woman replied, giving Tomoko a smile. "I'm Aya, and you are..?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm Tomoko, Tomoko Higashikata." She smiled, noticing how both of Aya's eyebrows raised. "Higashikata? Relating to Josuke Higashikata?" She asked, now Tomoko was the surprised one.

"Yes, I'm Josuke's mom. How do you know the kid?" Tomoko questioned, putting her hands in her coat pockets.

"He's friends with two kids I know, Koichi and Yukako." Tomoko nodded, understanding her but noticed Aya had more to say. "You're quite..young looking, Tomoko. If I remember isn't Josuke 16 or 17? How do you look so well as a mother?"

Tomoko was surprised from her question. "Young? Really?" She was flattered, covering the small pink blush on her cheeks. "I'm not sure really. I don't take care of myself as much. I am a mother after all." She sighed.

"Maybe when you're free you can come by my clinic? You can relax there and I'll take care of you." Aya smiled at Tomoko, pulling out a card. "Here's my card, Tomoko. I hope to see you soon." Aya spoke before walking off, leaving Tomoko with a small card in her hand. She thought about it, going instantly home to check her plans.

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"The only day I'm free is tomorrow..." Tomoko mumbled as she stared at her calender, not realising Josuke was at the table, eating a bowl of cereal.

"You good, mom? You've been like staring at that thing for a good while now." The young boy asked with his mouth full.

"Yeah I'm alright...Don't eat with your mouth full." She mumbled but also scolded, still staring at her calender and then grabbing the pen that hung from the pad, writing something down. Once she was finished she walked out of the kitchen, leaving her son confused.

Josuke got up from the table and checked the calender. "Day with Aya?...wait...Aya?"

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"Don't do anything with my mom, got it?" Josuke threatened Aya as she sat at her desk. After reading the calender he ran to Aya's small beauty clinic.

Aya listened to the young boys words, nodding only at a few words. "I won't, Josuke. I'm just being nice."

Josuke didn't believe that one bit, especially after hearing the story with Yukako and Koichi. Josuke could only let out a groan before nodding. "You better..."

Aya let out a small laugh before facing her desk again. "Your mom is a lovely and beautiful lady but also hard working so I'm just being nice, to help her."

The teenager looked at the beautician with a raised eyebrow. "What you a lesbian or something?" He questioned.

Then it went silent.

"Oh my god you are a lesbian and you like MY MOM?!" Josuke nearly went ballistic but he knew better to go crazy like this.

Aya was now quite shy but she cleared her throat and nodded to his question. "Yes...I do like women and your mom is one of them. I admire her beauty and her strength."

Josuke was thinking about this. He had no problem with Aya liking females but her liking his mom was a different story. His mom was heartbroken by an old man who now can barely remember shit. He didn't want his mom to get hurt again but he knew that Aya wouldn't do something like that.

"I have no problem with it. Just...don't hurt her." That's all he said before walking out of her clinic, leaving Aya with a smile.

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It was the next day and Tomoko stood outside of Aya's small clinic, walking in to see a small and pretty room with the classic desk and small bed.

"Hello, Tomoko." Aya stood up from her desk, walking over to Tomoko as she took off her coat, taking it from her. Tomoko was surprised by this as she took her coat, walking over to the bed that Aya escorted her to.

"Do I need to do anything?" Tomoko asked, Aya shaking her head in reply. "No you don't. You just sit back and relax." Aya helped Tomoko lay down on the bed, going behind it so she could work on Tomoko's head.

"Oh, alright..." Tomoko looked up at Aya, feeling Aya's hands on the sides of her head, causing Tomoko to close her eyes.

"Just relax." Aya smiled as she summoned Cinderella. She did not use Cinderella on Tomoko though, instead her stand handed her small things to work on her.

She took off that hairband she usually wore, brushing her hair with a small brush. She admired Tomoko's soft relaxed face from above. "So Tomoko, tell me a bit about yourself. I already know that you have a son. May I ask where his father is?" She questioned, stopping her brushes as she think she asked about something sensitive.

"Ah, his father? Well...he's not in our lives. His father was a man I met while I was in college, one thing led to another, I ended up pregnant...but I didn't regret it. I got a good son out of it." Tomoko spoke softly, relaxed by Aya's touch.

Aya went back to brushing, listening to her words. She placed the brush down and Cinderella handed her a pair of tweezers.

"So you raised Josuke all on your own? Was it tough?" She asked, leaning in close to Tomoko's face as she began tweezing any hairs at her eyebrows.

Tomoko handled the small quick pain well. "Well I had my dad's help. He helped a lot, helping me with the bits that a father should do with his son. But my dad's an officer so he was quite busy."

"Ah, I see...You handle pain well, Tomoko. I'm tweezing at sensitive areas and you aren't even flinching." Aya spoke with surprise, plucking at small hairs.

"Yeah." She laughed a little. "When Josuke was young he was quite active. I played ball with him and that kid hit me A LOT. So now I handle pain very easily." This caused Aya to laugh a little, putting the tweezers down and then moving to next to the bed.

"May I ask you something, Tomoko?" Aya asked, grabbing Tomoko's hand gently as Cinderella handed her a file, filing Tomoko's nails.

"Yeah?" Tomoko opened an eye, looking at Aya's focused face but also noticing a hint of pink on her cheeks.

"I'd really like to get to know you better...So the next time you're free...do you want to go out for dinner? There's a great restaurant called Tonio's." Ayay spoke with confidence, ending it off with a shy tone.

Tomoko was shocked, thinking of Aya's question. It wasn't a shock to hear someone ask her out but a woman? She never really done anything like that but she was starting to like Aya so why not give it a try?

"I can push gardening to another day. I'm free on Friday." Tomoko answered her question, feeling the file stop at the tip of her nails and that's where she looked into Aya's eyes.

Aya smiled, pink dusted on her cheeks and her eyes was filled with relief. "Then I can't wait, Tomoko."

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"Why do we have to do this?" Koichi asked, sitting against the window while Josuke looked into the small clinic.

"I want to make sure Aya isn't stealing my mom's face." He replied, looking in but then quickly ducking as Aya walked over to the window, closing the blinds.

Josuke's jaw dropped. "SHIT!"

[waywardstation]

Petition to get Kamado sitting out in the heat all day next time. Or something else for punishment. That was just cruel of him. (I can't stand heat at all and I had so much sympathy for Zisu and Ingo.) But for real I really hope Karma's coming back to Kamado at some point.

But wow I loved this new story so much. With Summer fast approaching this is really an appropriate situation. (the place I live in currently also has somewhat of a heatwave so I especially relate rn) Ingo not wanting to part with his coat at first and then even taking off his Pearl Clan tunic. (but tbh this guy is dressed to stand against the harsh cold of the Pearl Clan, I'm surprised he didn't got a heatstroke... and while it wasn't addressed directly I'm pretty sure you could see how thin he actually is could be mentioned in a later story maybe?)

Glad Akari is here to save the day with some Popsicles! I know that they also sell ice with some kind of syrup in japan during those summer festivals. But Popsicles are way easier to make. I'm also very happy to read another Rotom appearance. (Rotom is one of my favorite Pokemon I'm always happy when one shows up!)

Oh to sit with your Uncle and his colleague in the shadow of a building on a hot day and eat popsicles. A cute image! And I'm pretty sure this summer I'll be thinking about this story and probably read it again in the middle of a heatwave to have a sweet treat and to distract myself.

Thanks for another quick update. For real the timing of those fast updates couldn't been better. Currently not having the best of times but your storys always cheer me up and make my day. I love coming back for them for something sweet and for some comfort. Thanks for that.

I'll be looking forward for the next update and until then be one of many anons bouncing around ideas and have a fun time (also thank you for those fun times too) Take care and always remember to stay awesome! Because you are awesome!

(ugh hope my ramble wasn't too annoying Sorry about that)

First off Anon, no worries at all about anything being too long, I appreciate in-depth things and this really made my day to read!! ;w; You’re so sweet, and so awesome too!! I’m so glad my fics and all of the asks everyone has sent have made things easier, I do hope with time things look up for you, you deserve it!!! <3

And absolutely!! Kamado just generally isn’t considering the situation! (He might seem like such a stubborn, one-sided character now, but maybe I’ll get opportunities to flesh him out…I’ve heard some very interesting theories regarding his past!)

I’m so glad you love the story, I was a little worried people might find this one a bit directionless! ^^; but yes, I’m currently going through hot weather myself, so I really felt it as I was writing! I’m so thankful for modern times and our air conditioners haha!

And about Ingo and his coat, yes, it wasn’t directly pointed out; I sort of set that up for my food shortage fic as you guessed. Things are being noticed, but not to the point where it is explicitly clear (because people aren’t aware of the issue yet). So instead of writing that straight up described Ingo as thin or skinny, I talked about how without his clothes, he contrasted Zisu with her muscles, and how he seemed less broad and smaller. How his Pearl clan tunic was big, and gave no defining form to his body. Akari notes how he seems incomplete as well when he’s just in his underlayer. She can’t pinpoint it yet. I appreciate you caught onto that!

I did almost write him having a heat stroke because yeah, that is a LOT of thick layers, but the man needs a break so I had Zisu save him from that haha

And yes! I considered doing something more elaborate than snow and berries on a stick, but I was like “Akari’s a kid and she’s rushing, she’s gonna be cheap and easy” haha. Glad you appreciate the rotom appearance as well! I am very fond of the Pokémon myself!! :)

I’m glad the visual of having popsicles with Ingo and Zisu at the end of a hot day gives summer vibes, it was what I was trying to go for!! The highest compliment I can get is knowing someone returns to my stories to read them again, so thank you so much, genuinely ;w;

I’m so glad you appreciate my updates, it makes me happy to know you enjoy them and appreciate me trying to get them out as quick as possible without rushing the story! So thank you very much!

Once again, thank you for the ask, it’s much appreciated. Looking forward to sharing more ideas around with you and the other anons! Have a great day! :)

[jslittlebirdie]

Here Without You

Pairing: Soft!Ledger!Joker x Reader

Summary: Your last days have been really bad and exhausting. There are always new problems you have to take care of, you feel tired and burnt out, and on top of that, J hasn't shown up for several days. That was until today.

Word count: 1,344

Genre: probably a bit angsty / fluffy comfort / self-insert

Warnings: Reader has a bad day, low self esteem

Notes: A very big thank you to my dearest best friend @fan-of-pretty-much-2-much for encouraging me to post this fic. What would I do without you, your support and love? I own you so much🥺😭 Also, thank you so incredibly much for this simply beautiful title💜

Well, this fic is a total self-insert😅 I basically wrote it for myself as a comfort. So it's probably too cheesy and my characterization of J is way too soft and ooc. But maybe someone will like it anyway, I don't know. So read at your own risk lol🙈 Also, the text is unedited and English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Taglist: @ajokeformur-ray @sacredempressnatlyia @rommies

It had been days now since you last saw your clown. News reports were your only clues as to his whereabouts and well-being. You didn't blame him, he was a busy man - a free man who came and went as he pleased - and you wouldn't keep him from his business. Even though, if you were honest, you would love to not let him leave your apartment ever again, and instead keep him with you where you knew he was safe; not that he couldn't take care of himself.

But you missed him terribly. And on top of that, your doubts and insecurities were getting worse with each passing day. You probably weren't good enough for him, too boring and annoying with all your worries. Would he ever come back to you? Was he tired of you? Had you perhaps upset him without knowing it?

And today... Today was a particularly bad day. Already early in the morning the day had started with bad news, new things you had to take care of. Problems kept coming up, there just seemed to be no end in sight. Once you had taken care of one thing, two new things popped up. You felt overwhelmed, burned out and tired. You longed for a break. You longed for him.

A familiar noise. But you only heard it very distantly. You were far too lost in your sad and gloomy thoughts. You sat on your bed and stared at the wall. Your eyes hurt because you tried to hold back your tears as hard as you could, even though you knew it was wrong. But you wanted to stay strong, not show any weakness.

The noise came closer, heavy footsteps. The door to your room cracked open and a face painted with makeup peered in, looking for you. When J spotted you, he grinned mischievously. But his good mood soon changed when he saw you in this miserable state. He immediately noticed that something was wrong, even if he didn't quite know what it was yet. So he entered your room without waiting for you to give him your permission. And even when J stood right in front of you and looked at you with his beautiful dark eyes, which actually showed a hint of concern, you hardly reacted, which admittedly only worried him more. Because you normally ran up to him at the first sign of his presence. But today was... different. And he didn't like it at all.

"What's the matter, toots, hm? I'm back, I'm here."

You stared at him, but you couldn't see him. You hadn't quite realized yet that he was truly standing in front of you. It seemed more like your mind was playing a trick on you - an evil trick to torture you even more. "I'm so sorry, J," you finally uttered. It wasn't so much directed at him as you were talking to yourself.

"You're sorry for what?" He frowned thoughtfully. He couldn't remember anything you had done that you needed to apologize for. But it wasn't a surprise that you apologized in the first place. You apologized for the smallest things, sometimes even for apologizing. But this time, he was a little bit confused.

"I don't know. That I annoyed you with... with me being the way I am. I don't know, okay?!" That was the moment you snapped back to reality. You saw him. Standing in front of you, in his usual slightly bent posture, his head tilted to one side as he tried to figure things out. And that's when you couldn't hold back your tears any longer.

Intuitively, J leaned down towards you and reached out to cup your face with his gloved hands. But you flinched away from him, too ashamed and insecure. "No, J. Don't!"

But he didn't let that stop him. Even though you had said the exact opposite, he could tell by the look in your eyes how much you wanted him. And it caused a strange feeling to rise in his chest - he wasn't sure what to think of it, so he just shrugged it off and focused all of his attention back on you. He sat down next to you, wrapped his arms around your body that was trembling with tension, and gently pulled you to him. This time you let it happen; the second he touched you, you were like putty in his hands. Moments later you found yourself on his lap and you couldn't help but cling to him as tightly as you could, your tear-streaked face buried in his broad chest, inhaling his scent between heavy sobs - a mixture of burnt rubber, gasoline and sweat (he had been out there for days, of course, he hadn't had time to worry about such trivialities) and something so specifically J that your heart ached. Oh, how much you had missed him. All you wanted and needed was him. Your J. It was kind of ironic. While others ran away from him in sheer panic, you longed for him. You had never been like others, you saw so much more in him than just a criminal. To you, he was your charming, sometimes pretty grumpy, but still in his own special way caring and loving clown - but you better not say this out loud. You just loved him. This realization hit you so hard that a new wave of emotions washed over you.

"Shush. I'm here, I gotcha." He shifted beneath you, loosening his grip around you, causing you to sigh in frustration. Rustling of expensive material and then suddenly you felt all warm - he had wrapped you in his royal purple coat and then put his arms around you again like a vice. You were in the warmest, safest embrace you could ever think of. Immediately, your body relaxed, your trembling finally subsided. You listened to his steady heartbeat and mimicked his breathing. J hummed and smiled to himself as he noticed your reaction.

When you finally felt calm enough, you lifted your face off of him so you could look at him; your eyes were bloodshot and dark rings stood out beneath them. He hated to see you like this, but he said nothing; he waited until you were ready to talk. And you were ready. You took a deep breath and finally murmured, "Today was just a shitty day. There's so much to do and it seems to never get any less. Everything is too much. And I... I missed you so much... I thought you weren't coming back."

"But here I am, right?" He squeezed you a little tighter to put emphasis on his words. "I know you've got a lot going on right now. But ya got this, toots. You're tougher than you think you are. Aaand..." A huge and devious grin formed on his lips. You could literally see him thinking about all the things he had done in the past few days. "I need to lay a little low for the next few days."

"Yeah, I picked up something like this on the news. What is it this time?" You're no longer able to suppress a weak giggle. And a yawn. You were so very tired and exhausted, you hadn't slept well since J left, when he wasn't by your side. But now that you were cocooned in his protective warmth... Your eyes grew heavier and heavier. "So does this mean you're staying home, J?"

"I'm not going anywhere, sweets." He moved you both on the bed until you were in a lying position, you still on top of him wrapped in his coat. Even though he would never admit it, he had missed you too. And holding you in his arms like that - feeling you, knowing you were safe and relaxed - made him aware of his own exhaustion. He pressed a sloppy kiss to your forehead, leaving a beautiful reminder for you when you woke up in the morning, and then closed his eyes himself.

[elles-writing]

Strange behaviour

A/N: There isn't many period-related fics, so here is this one I wrote. It's kinda short. Thank you @guardianofrivendell for helping me out with this one!

Tw: mentions of alcohol & pregnancy, period, reader is adult

Tags: @guardianofrivendell @dumbassunderthemountain

The period cramps were horrible.

You were on your period, and the cramps were just the top thing about it. Being a princess, you had your duties. The stress you had, came as painful cramps, when you got your period. Along with the period-related bloating.

You huffed, as you noticed your stomach under your dress. It was end of summer, and luckily, the temperature was warm enough for you to wear your favourite summer flowy dress. It was also the time when Kili would come back from Iron Hills, where he had to be for some meetings, any day. You missed your husband very much, even if you were writing each other letters.

It's been three, almost four months since he has left, and you couldn't wait to finally meet him again.

It's been around midday, when you got out of the palace to get some fresh air. It had a bit of frosty tones in it, tickling your nose, and you knew autumn was slowly, but surely, approaching.

"Y/N!" You overheard your name. You turned around, and smiled.

"Kili!" Your husband slid off of his pony, and hugged you.

"I missed you," he muttered, but then froze a little.

"Kili-"

"How long are you here? I mean, outside," Kili looked at you with worry in his puppy eyes.

"It's been just a few minutes," you answered to the dwarf. Kili took off his coat, and put it around your shoulders.

"Here. I don't want you to get cold, okay?" He said, and shortly greeted with Thorin and Fili, then also with Dis.

"Would you go on a walk with me, dear?" Dis asked you, and you agreeded.

When you came back, you went to read for a while. When it was time for dinner, you sat down next to Kili, and took his hand in yours. He gave you a smile that made you dizzy.

As you were eating your dinner, you wanted to grab some wine, as you sometimes did on special occasions - and this certainly was an occasion - but Kili frowned at you.

"You shouldn't drink that at all," he gave you a stern look, and you sighed. He looked, as if he would tear the glass out of your hand if he had to, so you decided to drink some tea instead.

You had no idea what was going on with him.

And it annoyed you. A lot.

When you came to your chambers, you went to take a bath, because Kili had to finish reading some papers. You came in your bedroom with his clean tunic on, which became your comfort and habit over the months, and panties.

Kili looked up, and paled in face.

"Why didn't you tell me where were you going?! I could've help you, if anything happened!" You frowned a little.

"Kili, thank you for your concern, but I'm sure I can take a bath by myself and I'm adult enough to drink a bit of wine occasionally."

"Y/N, I'm your husband, and it's my concern and responsibility to look after you, but you're not being careful, especially now, while you are pregnant!" Kili almost yelled out, and your eyes widened.

"Why the fuck do you think I'm pregnant?"

"When I hugged you, I felt your stomach, and now I can see it," he huffed in confusion and annoyance.

"Kili...I'm on my period. It's just water and bit more air than usual." You said.

He still looked sceptical.

You sighed, took his hand, and dragged him to healer.

"What can I do for you, lady Y/N, prince Kili...?" You huffed in annoyance over your husband's stubborness. Your mood on your period wasn't filled with patience. At all.

"Would you please check on me, if I'm pregnant, Daria?"

The healer and midwife in one, and your friend, send Kili outside, to check on you more in private.

Kili's stubborn pout and folded arms on his chest caught his brother's attention, passing by to his own chambers.

"What's up, Ki? I thought you would be with-"

"You can come in, Prince Kili." Kili entered the room, and closed the door.

"Prince Kili, your wife has regular period-related bloat. Lady Y/N isn't expecting," she said.

"There you go," you have Kili a smirk. You both thanked the healer, and left.

When you came in your chambers, Kili rolled his eyes.

"Alright, okay then, you are right. But still, just in case, if you ever-"

"If I ever get pregnant, I will tell you as soon as possible, so you can protect me from two glasses a wine I drink in a year," You muttered, and went to bed.

When Kili cuddled you, and pulled the blanket over your shoulders, you sighed at the warmth, radiating from his body. You nuzzled your nose in between his neck and shoulder, and sighed. You missed him.

"Good night, love," Kili whispered.

"Good night, dummy," You muttered. A chuckle left Kili's lips, as he kissed the top of your head.

[ji-yaaan]

𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓣𝓲𝓶𝓮~

With: Leona, Sebek, Jade, Floyd, Vil, Kalim

Warning: So I know that what I made is really annoying for others... so I'd like to warn you that at the beginning, you will see me ramble about the character's hands. If you want to skip to the hc, go to where the 🤝 emoji is. ^~^

Note:Also, I’d like to address that I do not know how to make Headcanons for the life of me.... So this is just me making a shameless hc, with my shameless hand addiction, fueling my shamelessness, as I shamefully self insert myself in these things I wrote... Forgive me for my shamelessness.... Also, pardon me for my annoying commentary and emojis. I simply do not know how to control my excitement and my feelings so😔👊

AND YES! I THINK THIS IS A CRACK HC LOL!

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR:

-I'd like to break the silence by saying... LEONA'S HANDS ARE BIG AND MUSCULAR! Leona works out in magift so it's a given that he'd have scrumptious big hands😳😳😳

-Leona's hands are chonky😳 he has long fingers that will surely make yours look very small! Also look at Leona's nails! Its ok looking for me, but it's pretty neat so👌👌👌👌

-Leona's got this rough and rugged look, so I think his hands will probably be kinda rough, BUT NOT THE CRUSTY ROUGH! it's more of the manly rough. A firm hold with his loaded wrist😏

Ok curious what will happen if you hold hands? I gotchu fam:🤝

-Imagine if the both of you were napping and you suddenly intertwined you fingers with his. Leona is a sleepy boi, BUT MAN! HE IS AWARE! Lion boi felt ur hands creeping unto his, but he'll pretend he didn't know that😏

-Leona LOVES holding hands! Only at private tho. This cat boy will never admit to that, but keep holding his hands and look at his reaction. He. Won't. Shrug. You. Off.😏😏👊

-Also when you play and fidget with leona's hands when you're doing premarital hand holding which is illegal btw he loves it when he looks at you spaced out fumbling your fingers with his.

-Leona has big hands, so he'll definitely make yours look wayyyyy smaller. AND LION BOI FINDS THIS ADORABLE! DO NOT FORGET THY HOLY WORDS!

-Lion boi is secretly the type to hold your hands when you're sleeping. He plays with your fingers, admiring how cute and small it is.

-Oh wait...Oops...he got caught... LEONA IS CAUGHT RED HANDED?😳 You wake up finding leona playing with your hands? It's either he turns on his back from embarrasment and tells you to sleep, or he squeezes your hands tighter and burries your face in the crook of his neck from embarrassment. He'll play it off as annoyed, but cat got his toungue huh?. Oh wait.... He IS the big cat😏😏😏

Ok enough babbling with leona...

SEBEK ZIGVOLT:

AHAHAHAHAHA YES MY FAVORITE HANDS! Cough, I'm sorry about that

-Sebek has proportional hands. His is more on the medium-big side. But it is perfectly proportional! At least in my eyes...😳

-The back of his hands are smooth and spotless! Very scumptious to look at! Pls look at sebek's hands too!😳😳😳

-Bebek has PRETTY NAILS UGHHH! He most likely trims and takes care of it every week! Not the best nails, BUT VERY NEAT!😳

-Bebek is a highkey fanboy of malleus, so he trains everyday to protecc his God and saviour Malmal. Naturally, he'll have calloused and rough hands... BUT DO NOT FRET MY CHILDREN! It is not that noticable which shookt me. His hands are a bit roughed up, welp can't help it, he's a man with mang jobs after all. (Yes, I call him bebek because sebek is babey🥺)

Curious what will happend if you hold hands with Bebek? I gotchu fam:🤝

-Sebek is a child so he won't really initiate first on holding hands. BUT WHEN YOU DO! OH BOI!😏 

-Sebek has this transparent look to his skin... Almost ghostly per say. BUT WHEN YOU HOLD HIS HANDS... Sebek is not used to this interaction so expect a tomato in front of you... Sebek's face is flushed red reaching down to his neck, and the fun part is, even his hands are blushy blushy😏😏😏😏

-After the first time the both of you held hands. Sebek will crave for it A LOT! Expect him to randomly start akwardly making way to you hands and play with it while the both of you are just chilling. Akward..... Sebek.exe will stop working when you look at him confuse, in which he'll get flustered, and ask if he can hold your hands. ADORKABLE!

-It would take him some time trying to calm himself down, all flushed and red embarrased from asking to hold hands.

-At first, Sebek will firmly hold your hands, stiff and afraid he might break your fingers or something.... Pls tell him to relax and just chill🥺🥺🥺

-When the both of you gets used to hand holding, Bebek is the type to kiss your hands as a gesture of Love....hgnnn hot!😳😳😳

I'm sorry, I'm letting my personal hand bias get the best of me..😳👉👈

JADE LEECH:

-HGNNN JADE HAS SQUISHY HANDS!😳😳

-Jade has big hands folks.... Big hands..... Perfect for unscrewing the cap of the holy water bottle.🤠

-mushroom boi has squishable hands in my eyes and you can never change my mind.

-his skin is probably smooth and sleek too, his palms must be soft but firm😳😳

-Jade has this grip that makes you feel safe for some reason. Maybe because it's big? or maybe because it's soft?

Wanna know what it's like to hold hands with mushroom boi? I gotchu:🤝

-Jade...oh Jade.... He is the first one to hold your hands in a surprise. Like... imagine after school ends, you ran up to him and he swiftly intertwines his firngers with yours..😳😳

-You are flushed from this sudden hand holding. Red cheeks, red neck. JADE FINDS THIS VERY SCRUMPTIOUS! Mushroom boi will try to push you on edge. Holding both of your hands tighter, and fumbling his fingers with yours. You're just standing there starstruck and embarrased by the sudden hold. Jade is enjoying this too much...😏😏😏

-Of course, to add more to the fun, JADE IS THE TYPE TO KISS THE BACK OF YOUR HANDS TO TEASE YOU!😳

-if you try to pull away from embarrassment...oh no.... You're just begging for Jade to tease you more huh? He'll hold you tighter and maybe even hug you.

-What if you try to hold his hands first? Oh my... Prepare yourself....if you try to hold his hands, he'll just smile like normal, but as time passes by and both of you are pretty relaxed now...that won't do.... He'd pull your hand he's holding and rest his cheeks at the back of your hand, he'd stare straight at you and tell you how much he loves you....😳😳😳

-goodluck on dealing with embarassment Jade stans (oho i know you love it)

FLOYD LEECH:

-ANOTHER EEL BOI COMING RIGHT UP!

-Floyd is whooping 191cm, it's common sense he has very big hands. Perfect for flipping the pages of the holy bible.😏😏😏

-This man child has some big rough hands! Expect your hands to look very small beside his!

- Also I want to tell you about Floyd's knuckles......I think I found my new religion now... Check out Floyd's knuckles!!😳😳😳👌

- Floyds's wrist is big too....mhmmm scrumptious eel martini😳👌

Do you want to know what it feels like to do premarital hand holding with this hot eel? ME TOO! Illegal hand holding time!🤝

-"Your hands are tiny koebi chan~" Floyd is the first one to randomly hold ur hands.😳

-If Floyd gets bored, he'd try to find interesting things to do to kill of the boredom. HMMM?! Do you see that? Koebi chan's hands! Eel boi will casually start playing with your fingers, squishing your palms as you sit there confused and embarrassed.

-He'll eventually intertwine his fingers with yours, as he points to it with his other hands and say "How cute~ koebi chan's hands are tiny!" Grinning widely with his teeth showing. Practically speaking, you are just putty in this eel boi's hands now. You are a blushing mess.😏😏 FLOYD HOW CAN ONE BE CUTE AND HOT AT THE SAME TIME?

-Eventually, floyd will start to crave having your fingers to hold on to! When you're randomly walking down the halls, don't be surprised if a random eel surprises you by linking your fingers together.🥺🥺

-Whenever eel boi sees you, he'd grab your hands automatically. He loves holding your teeny tiny hands with his big ones.😳

-When you avert your attention to something else, he made this habit of squeezing your hands a bit and looking at you with a pouty face. UGHHH MY HEART HURTS THINKING ABOUT IT-

-Whenever he gets jealous, he grabs unto your hands quite tightly, even if the both of you are out in public. Let's say a random dude keeps on talking to you. He'll grab your hands that’s still intertwined with his, and he'll bring it very very VERY CLOSE to his face.😳😳😳 Then he'd look at you straight in the eye as he bites unto your palms. He'd whisper "You're mine right? Koebi-chan~"😳😳😳

I'm getting too much into floyd, this is starting to become a fanfic🤦

VIL SCHOENHEIT:

-MY CRUSTY VILL~🥺🥺🥺

-Ok vil's hands aren't crusty ok? He may be crusty, but not his hands!!!

-My man vil drowns in hand creams, so expect his hands to feel like clouds. It's soft, smooth and most importantly SQUISHYYY!😳😳😳

-Looking at vil's hands is not that exciting ngl... BUT HIS LAB COAT ONE IS👌 very beautiful👌very scrumptious👌

-Vil has proportional and perfect hands. Fingers are in the medium side, so as his hand size. Very perfect indeed.

-His hands might look frail and feminine at first, BUT MAN! You are so wrong! From a gentle hold, it can escalate to a very strong hot grip in seconds.😳

-The back of his hands looks smooth tbvh. And his nails are ok. BUT HE PROBABLY PUTS A LOT OF EFFORT IN MAKING HIS HANDS PERFECT! SO KUDOS TO MY CRUSTY VIL!🥺

Let's hold Vil's hands illegally ok? Don't tell the cops shhhhh! Hand holding time:🤝

-It would start off as a normal vibing session. The both of you are probably having tea, studying, or mainly just chilling in the lounge.

-But suddenly... Vil takes notice of your hands...Hold your wigs kids.... he'd ask you if you've been taking care of your hands, in which you answer "no" shamefully.

-But Vil will then smile at you and tell you you should take care of your hands and use hand creams to prevent them from going rough! He'll lecture you about how you should take care of yourself so the both of you can be perfect and beautiful together.

-Suddenly vil whips out a handcream from his bag, and he'll ask you for your hands.

-As embarrasing as it sounds. The most beautiful man in twisted wonderland is putting handcream on you.😳😳😳

-Vil would definitely massage your small fingers and compliment how pretty your hands are. He'd tell you how cute your nail are and how soft your palms are. Thats it. You're a blushing mess right now!!😳😳

-You'd try to look away from embarrasment, but when vil sees this... Oh boy... He'd pout, and as he's massaging your hands. He'd intertwine your fingers with his, to make you look at his direction again.

-Vil would definitely kiss your fingers and say "You're beautiful, my love."

VIL I LOVE YOU! ok thats all for that, I'm dying rn.

KALIM AL-ASIM:

-Kalim you adorkable sunshine boi😳😳😳

- Kalim has smol hands, BUT NOT TOO SMALL! I'd say, it's probably perfect for you to hold hands with.😏😏😏

-His nails are also small, I think? But it's cute, and turns out i'm a sucker for cuties.🥺

-His lab card is scrumptious.... Both the hands and the food he is cooking...😳😳😳 I hope i'm not the only one who thinks that.....

-ALSO HE HAS A LOT OF ACCESSORIES IN HIS HANDS WHICH I'M WEAK FOR! omg his bracelets and bangles are making me feel hot and bothered.😳😳😳

-Anyways, kalim is sunshine so expect his hands to be warm and full of infectious positivity.🥺

Wanna have a chance to hold kalim's hands? Ur in for a ride fam!🤝

-At first, you's simply be invited for a flying carpet ride by ya sunshine boi, kalim. Pretty simple huh? Nahhhhh! 

-Of course, in order to get to the carpet where kalim is, sunshine boi needs to lift you up in the air.

-Kalim will offer his hands whilst riding on the carpet. Hggnnn such a cliche scene from a movie🥺👌

-But the thing is...... Even if you're already in the magic carpet, sunshine boi will forget he was holding your hands...😏

-He'll keep on telling fun stories and talking to you while both of you are high up in the clouds. Oops.... You noticed you're holding kalim's hands... You went red and flushed from embarrasment. Your hands begin to get sweaty as you stare at the both of yours and kalim's hands together...

-Expect your sunshine boi to take notice of this and ask you what's wrong... You'd point at his hands embarrasingly as you look away in the other direction.

-To your surprise, when you look at kalim again. Kalim is beet red too! A BEET RED KALIM IS RARE! DO NOT FORGET THIS MOMENT GAMERS!🥺🥺🥺

-He'd ask you if it's ok to hold onto your hands maybe just a little bit more???? It's not a sin to ask for more right?😏

-Kalim lets go of your hands for a moment. BUT DONT WORRY! he'll just try to properly hold your hands this time! He'll intertwine his fingers with yours, and maybe lightly squeeze it too.😳

-After this brief akward moment, Kalim goes back to his sunshine tendencies. Smiling brightly like the sun he is🥺🥺🥺

-When your night ride is over PLS DONT LET GO OF KALIM'S HANDS YET! he'll be a bit sad if you do😔👊

-But when the both of you lands on the ground...Kalim would grab the both your hands, and put them both on his cheek.He'd intertwine his fingers with yours from the back of your hands and the both of you probably just wants to melt then and there.

-He'll tell you "please dont go yet!" KALIM UR SO ADORABLE! PLS HUG KALIM!🥺👊

The End ^~^

I just babbled about my hand worshipping tendencies all throughout this headcanon... I'm sorry about that pls. stone me gently for I have sinned....

Tags: @muraenxdae You're the one who suggested this, take responsibility.... @cursedtwst let's lick their hands together ok? @edgymcmytrash u said u wanna be tagged? SUFFER! @nightingale-oath let's be shameless together ok?😳👉👈

[we-dragons]

I'm from a different dimension actually Chapter 7 Damian x reader

"Ira! I need my emergency kit!" Molly is pulling at my hair with a brush, I grimace at my reflection, she had put pearls and violet gems in my hair. Seeing as it already wasn't long bearly pushing past my ears, even though there aren't many of them in there it ways down in some places. I had already allowed her to put me in a ball gown, which I'm sure costs much more than my apartment building. It reminds me of peacock feathers, purples, greens, blues fill the cloth they blend seamlessly dark purple at the top and ending with blue at the bottom. I look at the matching marbled shoes and guilt climbs through me.

"Molly I don't need makeup, I'm already in a peacock dress, and there are gems in my hair. Besides the mascara is enough I don't want to spend an hour rubbing anything else off." Molly gasps, a hand gripping at her heart.

"Why-how could you say such a thing!" Ira hands Molly her phone, she screams. "We're going to be late! Ira put the bag back!" I'm yanked from my chair and raced down the hall within minutes I'm thrown into a limo with Molly's parents. Molly jumps in starting to yell at the driver shocking her parents who kept telling her to calm down. It doesn't take long to get to Wayne Manor, the courtyard is crowded filled with flashing lights from cameras reporters, and newscasts. They surrounded every inch with an exception of a semi-circle right at the front of the building where the car pulled up. Once more I'm pulled roughly out of the vehicle by molly, I nearly trip going up the stairs.

"Molly dear, we need to go in together!" My friend's mother pants from behind her husband seems to be in a similar position as me. Like mother like daughter.

I pull my arm away from Molly gently and smooth out my peacock dress, I sigh internally finding relief that I had personally told Molly to make the dress so it covered without it being tight. If I didn't then I would be pulling up the fabric like Molly who went not so modest. Not only had she blinged out she full-on black and high heels that pushed out her height. She looked good, and she made her parents match. When her mother finally catches up she puts a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

What happens after the incident leaves me at a table sitting behind a card with my name on it. Molly was seated somewhere else because I had used my own invitation instead of being a plus one. My eyes cast over the room soaking in again the decor of the newly decorated main floor. My energy seems to drain while I watch the people chat dance and laugh. No one was seated at my table and I was slightly relieved but I still felt odd. I had gone to parties with my mom in the past, ones that were held in her honor about her findings. I feel myself relishing in those memories I had looking back at the times she would pull a silly face at me while I was bored at said parties, or told a joke in some of her speeches. My mother was the expert in The Islamic Golden Era, despite not being a Muslim herself. She prided herself on giving credit to those who deserved more but had their work stolen by Europeans. But then, when she went on that Egypt and Greece dig she had found something that unnerved her. I knew what it was, and I wish I hadn't either. My happy thoughts turn sour, and I can feel myself grimace. I am tired...so tired.

"You made it, It's good to see you here." my head whips around falling on emerald eyes.

"Yeah, I had already told Molly that she could take me to the next party she goes to. However, I didn't know that if you came with an invite and not a plus one that you had to sit at a separate table." He snorts and sits down to my right.

"You were originally sat by her but father assumed I needed a friend," He shows me a card with his name on it. "so he changed Grayson out for you."

"Do you not have friends?"

"None close by."

"When have I accepted you as a friend?" He smiles

"That is a good question, but the same goes for me, you more someone I tolerate."

"Same here, Besides your a bad influence."

"tsk,...touche." his gaze looks me up and down and I have the sudden urge to say 'eyes up here'.

"You look tired, would you like to go to the library?"

"Usually libraries and tired people don't mix."

"How about a tour then, we have several artifacts my father has purchased that you might find interesting." He pushes harder.

"You want an excuse to leave, don't you? I thought my main purpose for being here was to talk to Mr.Wayne, not venture into the mansion." He sighs with his own body, visibly exaggerating the movements.

"My father is deeply preoccupied already in another engagement, he won't even be here for hours. Would you prefer to stay here doing nothing or would you like to leave?" He sounds rather annoyed while looking off to his left and scowling more. I follow my eyes to a group of three who I recognize from the cafe, all of them are pointing and smirking. I being to feel more drained at the thought of them coming here and stand. "Your home, where to first?" He shoots up, grabbing my hand dragging me through the dense crowd of people.

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"Amazing, this would date back to the early years of feudal Japan, this is Greek! Oh! There's a Khopesh and a Canaan Sickel sword on this wall!"

Damian scoffs sounding more like a laugh than a mocking tone. "You can tell the difference." I give him a look, feeling offended.

"Of course I can, you mostly can tell by the markings on the blade." I turn my head back to the wall slowly pointing to the distinguishable pieces of evidence. "This one is older Hebrew, and here you can see small hieroglyphics depicting the sun. Plus the metals on each blade are very different." I tilt my head back to him, his face stays indifferent. "You knew that already didn't you?" He nods and walks again.

"You must really like history, seems like you could talk about it none stop." He calls back.

"Did you forget who my mother was?"

"I thought she specialized in the Islamic golden era."

"It didn't mean she didn't know the history of other peoples. My mother developed research of anything she could get her hands on." I pause for a minute. "What about you, where did you learn."

"I was taught by some of the best in the world, my mother made sure of it."

"I see." We talk more while examining the objects displayed, I had fun just listening to him explain how his father got some of them. Though the collection wasn't huge it still made me a bit happy to see the objects. My phone buzzes, and I quickly take it out of my pocket.

Molly: Hey where are you we need to get going!

Molly: Dad got too drunk and now he's crying about the world.

Molly: We will be outside, Be there.

"Sorry, I have to get going, I'll see you at school later!" I run through the hall and snag as many macarons as I can on the way out. Molly waves from the car opening the door so I slide in faster.

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"Sorcerer found. Name: Doctor Fate, Subject: host"

"Anyone else?"

"Database shows,... John Constantine, and Zatanna. All other information is unavailable."

"Gather what they have on the crows send probes if you must."

"Proceeding."

Nightmare stands by the window waiting for his queue. I pull a scale out from the box and open the window. I hand him the scale and he chews effectively destroying the small miracle. "Remember stay out of sight if someone spots you wipe it from their memory and if you see a crow take the fight to the in-between and go for the kill. You have a little bit of my power with you only use it when needed." He purrs, rubbing his head on my hand, then jumps. He vanishes. I sigh putting the device in the box marked with an X just in case and push it under my bed. I head out into my living room putting some things away and cleaning here and there. Proud of my work I turn on the TV and sprawl on my sofa with a bowl of popcorn. Reruns of Highlander play on one of my favorite channels, I smile at my luck and sing to the theme song.

*Thunk thunk thunk*

I jump at the sound, I hear the noise again and follow it to my kitchen bat in hand. I flip on the light and smack my face, a very wet robin scowls at me through the glass. Only then did I notice the rain, and I pray that Nightmare is staying safe. I open the door and let him in, he mutters a thank you while walking in dipping water on my floor.

"Not to be rude, but is there something you need?" He ignores me and continues dragging water on the floor to the living room.

"Robin?" I catch up to him, he pulls something out from his ear and stuffs it in his pocket.

"I would like to stay here for a little while"

"How long is a little while, will I need to pull out the bed in the couch?" He gives me a look.

"There's a bed in your couch?"

"Sometimes I want to watch TV while I do my homework, laying down here makes it easier." I go to the bathroom to pull out some towels.

"Where was this when I was heavily injured?"

"I'm sorry, but the fact that you were bleeding was more concerning. I also put new sheets on the bed and you broke a perfectly good window. There is still blood on my cushions, and you wanted me to place you on the bed?" grabbing the biggest fluffiest towel in the bunch walking back out to the living room.

"You still on about that?"

"It was expensive!" I hold out the towel, he takes it and places his yellow cape in my hand. I frown but head to the coat rack hanging the heavy fabric on the highest rung. I feel short noticing its length, I turn back to Robin who's sat down on the couch the large towel engulfing him completely minus his hair. The black strands stuck oddly to his face and drooped sadly, I almost laugh because he looks like a sad cat. Like Nightmare whenever I give him a bath, I think I have a picture of that somewhere. "Did you want something to drink or eat?"

"Why is it that every time I come here you offer something?"

"It's a hospitality thing I got living in Minnesota, it's just being nice. Besides, you work to protect people, don't you? It only makes sense that I offer you something, I doubt you get paid to do your job. I bet you have countless scars from just doing so, I can do my part and help you feel comfortable. Call it a form of respect."

"Tsk."

I stroll into the kitchen, "Well, I suppose I could give some soda, tea, or water after all you left plenty on the floor."

"What happened to respect?"

"Well, I have feelings to sir! Tossing my words aside like that, I shouldn't even feed you." I poke my head back out, I smile at his scowl while he in turn glares at me. "Now for once, I am out of tea but I have several cans of cherry coke and some popcorn and macarons from a party I went to earlier. How about that?"

"That's fine." I hum grabbing what I needed and plopped back down in my seat handing him the coke. I place the brightly colored macarons and some chips I found between us along with the popcorn. I let myself get absorbed into the Highlander again just as MacLeod beheads another immortal and gains his Quickening.

"What is this?" My Jaw drops while I look at him concerned.

"Just how uncultured are you." His face flushes and his face twists he opens his mouth but i stop him. "Say no more, I will be right back." I come out with my computer and pull up VUDU opening season one of the show. "Sit back buckaroo, now your in for the long haul. Now right now all you need to know is 'There can only be one." His face contorts in confusion, but gives in and moves closer.

"I'm not going to get in trouble with Batman am I." He smirks.

"Most likely."

"Dammit."

[swordofpevensie]

Anything I Do, I Know You’re Gonna Watch 

[Chapter • I]

warnings: academic rivals to lovers, set in 1946, peter x you, strict family, mentions of nervousness, stress, war, uni students (equal of stress actually), both peter and you study medicine because i love the idea of peter being a doctor, i emphasize peter was a king a lot (because like,, why not?).

a/n: i strongly needed an academic rivals to lovers fic with peter, so i wrote it myself eheh. i don't know how long it will be or how frequently i'll share because uni is literally crushing me. anyways, wow i am so excited to share this with you. there might be mistakes as english is not my native language, feel free to correct me please. also, i checked the oxford's website to get the info about uni & lecture. still, if there is something wrong, please inform me. i sincerely hope you like it, please tell me what you think. ♡

word count: 1067.

playlist: (yes, as i'm so excited that i even made a playlist)

oh johnny, oh johnny, oh! • the andrew sisters

campus • vampire weekend

heartburn • wafia

collide • tianamajor9, earthgang

you haunt me • sir sly

killer queen • fil bo riva

willow • taylor swift

d is for dangerous • arctic monkeys

tear you apart • she wants revenge

are you gonna be my girl • jet

braindead! • yungblud

greek god • conan gray (the song that gave the story its title)

tighten up • the black keys

achilles come down • gang of youths

library pictures • arctic monkeys

anna sun • walk the moon

everybody talks • neon trees

hey now • the regrettes

rumors • sabrina claudio, zayn

lover i don't have to love • bright eyes

you always hurt the one you love • the mills brothers

C H A P T E R • I

You took a deep breath before entering the classroom. It was the first class of the first day of your first year in the university and you felt very nervous and excited at the same time.

You were nervous because university was something new in your life and you had so many worries such as if you would find someone to be friends with, if you would be successful, if you would something embarrassing, if your professor would like you or not.

However you were excited because as a person who liked learning, you looked forward to attend to your classes and meet all of the new subjects waiting to be learnt. You had worked so hard to be there, in this university and in front of this classroom door, and finally being there felt amazing.

You took a step and entered the classroom. It was noisy and already crowded. It was a normal classroom, not a amphitheater one. You shortly looked around and saw a empty seat which was behind a crowded boy group. You walked towards there, trying to stay calm and not look at them. Your mother warned you very seriously and strictly about not getting closer with boys. She wanted you to be successful, not more. Boys were distraction according to her and she never wanted you hear that you got closer with a boy.

You sit and put your bag to the seat next to you. You took your notebook and pen out and started waiting for professor to come.

“Hey, isn't it Pevensie?” You heard a boy in front of you speaking.

“It really is.” Another boy replied. “I am surprised that he is here. I heard he couldn't afford the fees.”

“He probably got a scholarship. Don't you remember such a big nerd he was?”

“Ugh,” The boy said. “He was unbearable. I bet he hasn't changed. Probably still a caring brother everyone appreciates and the best student every teacher adores.” Although the words he used was in fact good, it was clear from his voice that he was mocking.

You frowned. Why did they talk about him in that way? Why did that Pevensie do? You look at the door that the boys were looking.

You saw a tall and broad shouldered boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. He wore a white shirt with dark brown trousers. His boots were also brown. His black coat was on his arm. He had a leather messenger bag hanging on his shoulder. He looked just like any boy in the classroom, except for the fact that there was something strange in the way he walked and stood. His steps were slow, however his walking made him seem strong. When he first stood up looking for a place to sit, you saw that he stood very upright, his chin was up a little bit. Nothing about him was underestimating, his eyes didn't look others in that way. But he just seemed strong, in a weird way that you had to gaze at him to figure out.

Then you realized what you were doing and looked directly to your notebook. You thought he didn't see you but he did. He smiled to himself but fastly stopped and went to sit to the empty chair which was away from yours. It was the only empty chair left, otherwise, he would like to sit near you and find out the reason behind your curious looks.

Thankfully, the professor came and started talking. The whole class was silent now. You focused on the professor and every word she said, sometimes took notes down. She introduced herself, the lecture, and said she'd start although this is the first day.

The subject was about the relationship between patients and doctors and the professor asked how the relationship should be in general.

You and he raised hands immediately. You were so excited and ready to answer because you spent your holiday with studying beforehand for the lectures. You went to libraries, read everything you found related to your courses.

He was quicker than you, so professor chose him to speak.

“Peter Pevensie,” He introduced himself.

“Yes, Mr. Pevensie,”

His answer didn't last too long but he expressed his opinions easily and quickly. You noticed he spoke somehow wisely and as if someone asked him to give advice. You couldn't understand why he spoke like this but then you thought you were paying attention to him so much. Therefore you took a short breath and focused on the professor again.

After he was done, you raised your hand and the professor let you speak.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” After introducing yourself, you started to express your opinions, which were the opposite of what Peter said. You thought doctors could be emotional and friends with their patients while Peter said doctors must be logical and distant.

He turned his head and looked at you, watched you as you spoke. He liked that there was someone he could compete with and share his ideas, also argue. He liked to argue because he thought arguing respectfully was a way that someone can improve themselves.

After you finished, three more students began to speak however Peter didn't pay attention because he still was watching you and analyzing you. He carefully looked at your clothes, how you kept shaking your leg, how you kept notes and listened very carefully. He was glad that there was somebody he could try to be friends with but above all, compete and beat. That was an old habit of him, competing and beating.

Like they said, the leopard can't change its spots.

Throughout the lecture, you and he constantly raised your hands, spoke, and listened very attentively. Everything you and he said opposed each other. At some point, you thought he did that on purpose, maybe he was objecting to your ideas deliberately just to annoy you. But then you thought why would someone at your age do such thing? You decided to not care at all. You weren't supposed to think about anyone, you were supposed to think about your lessons.

That was what you were thinking when the class was over and you were leaving the classroom to go and buy a coffee.

On the other hand, Peter was thinking about you, but he had some plans. Plans that included defeating you and being the best in the department.

okay, okay, it really happened. i finished writing. oh god i am so excited about this fic! please tell me what you think. i hope you enjoy reading!

love, andrea. ♡

[axolotlwithafork]

Mysterious Assassin

This story takes place two years after Tommy’s exile. It can be found in my Oneshots book on Wattpad.

Tubbo tapped his foot on the ground, not in a specific pattern, but randomly. He was nervous, today was the anniversary of the day Tommyinnit had been exiled, and he had been asked to speak.

His breathing got quick as he tapped his finger against his horns in tune with his foot. The horns were fairly new, actually, they had started growing after Tommy had been exiled, but they weren't too bad. Sure they reminded everyone of Schlatt, but Tubbo's horns were different. They were a shade lighter than Schlatt's and wasn't too far off from Tubbo's natural hair color. It was nice, they had taken away the need for a helmet and he didn't have to worry about hitting his head on anything. Tubbo chuckled, because in a way the horns reminded him of a simpler time, not a very peaceful time, but a simpler one.

Tubbo released a sigh and reached into his inner coat pocket, pulling up a small pack of cigarettes. He rarely actually smoked, heck this was his very first pack from about a year ago and he had only used three, but it helped with the stress. Since he didn't have any more time to go fishing, smoking had taken the place of pufferfish, due to them being a lot easier to carry around. Tubbo sighed once again as he lit the cigarette, before setting it onto his lips. Phil didn't like him smoking, but even he noticed the improvements that it brought with it. Tubbo didn't snap back as often, had a better time with his anger, and he was actually sleeping a night now too. So Phil allowed Tubbo to smoke, on rare occasions only.

Tubbo released a puff of smoke before he looked down at the time. The memorial would start in a couple of minutes, and his speech would be in about 15, he had enough time to chill for a second. So that's what he did, he let himself chill. He leaned back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling, thinking about random things. His VP, Ranboo, had asked if they could create a memorial in L'manburg for all the fallen presidents, but that would mean they'd have to find someplace to put it. Where would it go, and would the citizens be okay with it? Tubbo released another puff of smoke along with a sigh, he'd have to run a poll after his speech to find out what the citizens wanted. He looked down at the cigarette in his hand and tapped a bit of the end off into an ashtray on his desk. That would just be something he'd worry about after the speech, and until then, he could calm down.

He released another puff of smoke as the door to his office opened, and Ranboo himself walked in. His nose wrinkled up in disgust at the smell of the smoke and he walked over to a window.

"You up in 5 minutes Tubbo," Ranboo said as he opened the nearest window

Tubbo nodded and stood up, walking over to the window next to his VP, and opening it. Next to Ranboo the 18-year-old appeared short, but that was just because of Ranboo's Ender genes. In reality, Tubbo was pretty bloody tall, just over 6' 4". He smiled slightly as he opened the window, allowing the fresh air to rush into the room, driving out all the smoke. Once the two windows were open, Ranboo turned to his president and sighed at the sight of the cigarette.

"You really should stop," Ranboo said, gesturing to the bud in Tubbo's hand "You're too young."

Tubbo nodded and leaned on the window seal "I was also too young to be president," Tubbo looked to Ranboo "And yet here we are."

Ranboo chuckled and sighed, looking out the second window "Yep, here we are."

They stood there in silence for a bit before Ranboo cleared his throat.

"We better get going," He said as he turned away from the window "We wouldn't want to be late."

Tubbo nodded and walked over to his desk, where he pushed his cigarette down into the ashtray. Once he was sure it was out, he turned back to Ranboo and smiled, nodding.

"Yep, let's go."

The quiet assassin lied low to the ground, careful to avoid the attention of any people below him. He knew all their names by heart, but even then he wasn't sure who they were.

It had just been so long.

They shook their head, no, they couldn't allow their mind to wander now, they had a job to do. They were here for one reason, and one reason only.

They heard cheering and their eyes immediately snapped to the podium, where the President was, walking up to his stand.

What surprised the assassin were the horns that came from the president's head.

There was no doubt about it now, he had definitely become the next Schlatt, that fact only fueled the assassin's want to kill him. He didn't take his eyes off the president as he pulled back the string of his crossbow, loading it, and aiming it carefully. As soon as the President was done speaking, that's when he'd shoot. Whatever he said in this speech would be his forever last words.

The president tapped the microphone in front of him and leaned down.

"H-hello? Is this on?" He started

Many of the audience members nodded and the president smiled.

"Great! Then I guess we can get started." The president sighed and looked up

The assassin had never thought he'd hear the words that came out of the president's mouth that day.

"Today, we are here to remember Tommyinnit, who on this day, was exiled by myself. A decision which I regret every day." The president sighed and looked down "He was a friend to most of us, and always brought a laugh with him whenever he entered a room. Sure he had a temper, which got him into some shit sometimes, but he always found a way out of it, most of the time."

That last statement causes some of the audience members to chuckle, including the assassin. But he shook it off and re-aimed his crossbow.

"He didn't deserve the judgment that we pushed on to him, he deserved better than we ever gave him." The president sighed and looked back up "Which is why we're here, to remember him, on the day that I made the biggest mistake a friend could make." The president's eyes began to wander, and fell on the assassin "I pushed him away, and lost him."

The assassin and the president made eye contact. The assassin panicked and bumped his crossbow, causing the arrow to go flying. It flew through the air, and the assassin stood up, watching as it made its way to the president, landing right in his right shoulder.

There were screams in the crowd, and the president was pushed away. The assassin pulled up the bandana around his neck to cover his face before running off.

He couldn't complete his mission if the president got away.

He ran and eventually, found the building that they were hiding him in. A quick scan of the building and he found two open windows.

Perfect.

Tubbo slumped down into his office chair and sighed, looking down at the arrow in his shoulder. Ranboo sighed and ran his fingers through his black and white hair.

"Who was that?" Ranboo asked, "Who'd want to kill you?"

Tubbo stayed quiet as his VP went on and on about the assassin. He gripped the arrow in his shoulder and yanked it out of his shoulder with a quiet grunt. That stopped Ranboo from talking and he sighed. “I'll go get the medical supplies," He said, "You'll be okay until then, right?"

Tubbo looked up at Ranboo and smiled "Yeah, I'll be fine."

Ranboo nodded and walked out the door, making sure to close it behind him.

Tubbo sighed and reached over to his desk drawer. He opened it and reached into it, feeling around for the cool metal surface that he had grown so familiar with. He pulled it out and looked down at the compass. He felt the engraved words on the side and smiled sadly. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out the pack of cigarettes. He heard the window next to him close as he sighed and lit a cigarette, setting it into his mouth.

He released a puff of smoke before he looked down at the compass, the red needle pointing to his right. He sighed and turned his office chair in the direction of the window, staring at the figure in front of it.

"So," Tubbo said, looking down at the compass in his hand "You've finally found me."

He looked back up at the assassin's face, not finding an enemy's face, but a friend's.

"Dream told me you had burnt that damn compass." The assassin spat out

Tubbo shook his head "I would never," He said, "Someone had taken it and I wasn't able to find it for a good month, but I'd never destroyed it."

The assassin scoffed and leaned back against the window seal, but their eyes were still set on Tubbo.

They pointed to the horns "When did those grow in?"

Tubbo released a puff of smoke before he sighed  "About a year after the exile," He said "It took a while to get used to them, but they're not too bad. They're fucking annoying when I'm trying to comb my hair though." 

The assassin chuckled and looked out the window as Tubbo took a drag from the cigarette between his fingers. 

"You look like shit," Tubbo said, taking the time to notice the assassin's attire 

They scoffed "And you look like Schlatt." They said sharply 

Tubbo nodded "I do, there's no doubt about that," He admitted with a chuckle

The two sat in silence for a bit, before Tubbo let out one last puff of gray smoke, and smudging out his cigarette in the ashtray. 

He sighed and looked up at the assassin.

"So," Tubbo started "You wanna tell me why your here, Tommy?"

Tommy didn't respond but instead looked out the window.

"Because judging by the arrow that you shot in my shoulder, you sure as hell weren't here to catch up."

Tommy nodded and chuckled 

Before he reached into his jacket pocket

And pulled out a worn out, cracked, and rusted compass.

Tubbo stared at the object in his old friend's hand, before looking up to meet Tommy's faded blue eyes.

"Wha-"

"Dream told me to keep it," Tommy said

"Why would Dream tell you to keep it?" Tubbo asked

Tommy looked down and the compass in his hands "He told me to keep it so that one day, I'd be able to find you," Tommy finally looked up at Tubbo, meeting his gaze "And kill you." 

Tubbo's eyes widened, and he looked down at the wound that the arrow had left, the blood bleeding through the fabric of his suit, before looking back up at Tommy.

"So, that's where the arrow was supposed to go," Tubbo said, "It was supposed to blow my brains out."

Tommy nodded and looked down, before squeezing his eyes shut.

"It was an easy task," Tommy said "But I," He paused and let out a small sob "I just couldn't do that to you."

It was then when Tubbo saw the tears running down Tommy's face, and realized that he was crying. 

"Tommy I-" 

"No, Tubbo I don't think you understand!" Tommy stood up and walked over to where Tubbo stood "I was so angry and hated you so much that I actually listened to Dream and practically went through with killing you. I listened to that green bastard!"

Tubbo's breathing got faster as he took a step away from his friend fearfully.

"I thought about it for so long, I had it all planned out. You'd been dead within a few seconds if I had just aimed correctly!" Tommy said, "But then you saw me, and suddenly I was having second thoughts." Tommy shouted "I began to second guess myself on something I had been planning for months on end. My hands began to shake while holding a weapon I had become incredibly familiar with, and I still shot you."

Tears were now flowing down Tommy's cheeks as he spoke.

"I shot you." He said quietly, looking down at Tubbo’s arm.

Tubbo looked up at his friend and realized just how broken he was.

"Tommy," Tubbo said, "I don't hate you for what you did."

Tommy looked up, his eyes widening at Tubbo's statement

"But-"

Tubbo covered Tommy's mouth.

"No Tommy, listen," Tubbo said "You have every reason to hate me. What I did to you was a horrible thing to do and no one deserves that."

Tubbo looked up at Tommy and smiled sadly, before pulling him into a hug.

"You can kill me if you want," Tubbo said "I just thought I'd say sorry for all the pain I've caused you. I was a terrible friend, and you deserve so much better than me."

Tommy wasn't quick to respond, he stayed silent during Tubbo's confession and even a few minutes afterward. But despite the tension in the room, Tommy sighed and hugged his friend and gave into his tears. 

"I'm so fucking sorry Toby." Tommy cried 

Tubbo, despite trying to avoid it, began to cry along with this friend.

"I'm sorry too, Tommy."

Alright, how’d you guys like that one? I had fun writing this.

[beomglocks]

colors ; k.th

part of the badlands series!

colors: “you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece.”

based off halsey’s badlands album.

warnings and other: museum curator!taehyun, old money!y/n, mentions of depression and grass smoking, little bit of angst i guess??

taehyun sighed as he took down the 11th painting this week. the museum hadn't been very busy in the past couple of weeks, maybe because the weather was getting colder. one part of him figured that many people just wanted to be bundled up at home watching holiday themed movies and drinking warm drinks rather than appreciating enchanting artworks.

he couldn't fool himself though, he knew the truth. today's generation didn't care about the fine arts anymore. a shame, seeing as everything around them seemed to be inspired by it.

kang taehyun worked at his local museum. he had been offered the position by the owner one night while roaming the place. this should've been a red flag looking back. the owner seemed desperate for someone to fill in the position since the previous employee had left without notice. nonetheless, taehyun took the job and didn't regret it one bit.

open 24/7, the red haired boy was always working on the clock. not that there was much to do seeing as most of the people his age or even a bit older didn't hang around museums purely for the joy of it. actually, his only job was to exhibit the newly arrived collections, clean and dust them off, and conduct regular tours and workshops for the public. due to this and the fact that not many people even came by he would take regular breaks.

once in a while you'd see the occasional old person or art expertee roaming around the small museum. if you were lucky, you'd see the local edgy teens posing next to a piece they didn't understand just to get an aesthetic picture. taehyun would also have the unfortunate job of shooing them away or scolding them for getting just a bit too close.

recently his boss, who was the museum manager and maybe the only other person besides taehyun that worked there, had informed him that due to funds and unfortunate unforeseen events, the museum would be closing down in about a month from now. this caused taehyun to fall deep into a depression since this was his only job and he loved it here. the museum was like his second home. he found comfort in the silent images displayed throughout the building. they always told him a story and when new pieces came in he would sit and stare attentively at the new anecdote being told to him.

taehyun smiled sadly at the piece he had just taken down. it was a painting of 2 people kissing however both of their faces were covered by white cloths. this was his favorite and he didn't even have a clue as to why. probably because of the uncertainty of what the other was feeling or because of the fact that the other couldn't see each other's faces through the cloth, that would've made the kiss more exciting in his opinion.

he stepped out of the museum and into the frosty air of the outside world. it was only autumn so why was it so cold? he thought to himself. he discreetly pulled out a prerolled blunt and his white lighter from his pocket. he lit it and stuck in between his slightly chapped lips.

maybe smoking dope wasn't the healthiest thing in the world, especially for a boy so young, barely 19, but it helped taehyun get his mind off the inevitably of losing his job and being homeless for the winter. he shuttered at the thought. he would have to room with one of his friends, he sighed shaking his head. no, he didn't want to be a burden, yeonjun had helped him enough as it is.

he looked at his surroundings taking in the cold autumn afternoon. the trees had long lost their leaves and were bare. the sky was a murky gray color as if it were threatening to rain any time soon. he noticed a girl bundled up in winter clothes near the entrance of the building glance at him. he smiled at her and she jumped at the eye contact, thinking that he wouldn't catch her. taehyun chuckled as he watched her rush into the museum. "back to work," he said out loud to himself.

once the blunt had been almost gone, he smoked what was left of it and headed back into the empty museum. he was feeling light-headed, the effects of the blunt finally taking action, but taehyun was used to it so it barely affected him as much.

he made his way to the girl who was now starting to take off her jacket and scarf. taehyun tapped on the girl's shoulder to get her attention. "hi," he smiled at the girl, showing off his dazzling smile. "if you'd like, i could give you a tour of the museum." well what's left of it anyways, he thought to himself.

"oh...no thank you," said the girl. she smiled warmly at the worker. "well not to be invasive of your decision but it's sort of in my job description," taehyun replied as he rubbed the back of his neck. the girl sighed in defeat, "i guess i have no choice then."

taehyun laughed as he took her coat and scarf to hang up in the public closet, "yep, trust me. they say im not that bad of a tour guide, im quite fun to be around if i do say so myself. i promise not to bore you too much." the girl nodded, not entirely convinced. "if i do end up bored i will hold you accountable..." she took a moment to take a peek at taehyun's name tag, "kang taehyun," she joked.

as they walked through the museum the girl couldn't help but notice that it was fairly empty. "why are there almost no paintings in here?" she laughed hesitantly. "i thought this was a museum?" taehyun stopped walking, turning to her with a sad expression on his face.

"the museum is expected to close in about a month or so," he stated simply. "oh...that's terrible. may i ask why?" the girl responded. "my boss says we've run out of funds or something like that," taehyun chuckled bitterly. "people don't really give a shit about good art these days anyways."

"that's a shame..."

they continued to look through the various paintings that were still up and occasionally the girl would ask to see the ones that were taken down and left on the floor. it seemed the two were lost in each other's company as night started to approach.

"thank you for the tour of this lovely museum taehyun. it was fun but it's a shame such a nice museum like this is closing down," the girl said softly. taehyun nodded solemnly, he just wanted to get this day over with and crash at his apartment. he didn't blame the girl before him but talking to her reminded him of his harsh reality. a notification coming from the girl's bag made both of them jump as they were both lost in their thoughts.

"ah, that must be my father. he's kind of annoying when it comes to my curfew," she chuckled, digging her phone from her bag. taehyun watched her with a bored expression until his eyes reached her bag. he hadn't noticed this earlier but she had been carrying a louis vuitton bag. his eyes bulged at the expensive item that was so close to him, they got even larger when she fished out the latest iphone from it.

taehyun wasn't poor per se, he had just enough to get by since he was living paycheck to paycheck. however, he had never been in such close proximity to any luxury items. he suddenly felt weird being this close to this girl.

"what do you mean by curfew?" taehyun asks hesitantly. the girl sighs, "my father is one of south korea's richest chaebol's, maybe one of the big three at his point." she rolled her eyes as if this information was nothing. "he's super strict with me because i guess i'm just his show pony daughter whom he can show off to say he's a good father."

taehyun gulped, had he just been casually hanging out with the daughter of one of the richest men in korea? he felt sick at this. she looked up at taehyun's uneasy expression, "oh my god im sorry i just dumped that all on you! i just needed to catch a break so i came here, i didn't mean to drag you into my life story."

taehyun fixes his face, laughing nervously, "no- no its fine really. we all need a break sometimes right? im glad you got to have that time here." the girl smiled up at him, completely misreading his nervous laughter, "im glad i got to spend it here with you taehyun."

"oh before i go!" taehyun watched her pull out a checkbook from her bag and his stomach dropped. he silently watched her scribble some stuff onto the slip and tear it out, handing it to him.

"there's not too much i can take out of my account without my father flipping out but i hope this helps even just a little. whether it be in your personal life or with the museum."

taehyun eyes the check and chokes when he sees 50,000 dollars written neatly on the black line. he swears he can feel sweat going down his face like in the cartoons. "i- i cant possibly take this from you." he moves to hand the check back but the girl refuses to take it back. "taehyun, you love this museum with your entire being. i see the way to look at the paintings and the passion with which you explained them to me. i'd hate to see that taken away."

"plus, if you're gone who's gonna give me the tour when i come back?" she laughs as if this is something casual. taehyun's hands shake as he pockets the check, "i seriously cannot thank you enough...you don't know how much you just helped the museum and m-"

the girls phone dings again and she grumbles, "ugh why can't he just leave me alone. sorry but i think i really gotta go for real before he tracks my location or something crazy like that."

taehyun nods wistfully at the mention of her having to leave. he was really starting to enjoy her company.

"oh by the way," the girl giggles as she pulls her coat on hurriedly.  "was that you smoking weed at the corner of the museum earlier?" the girl chuckled to herself again just remembering it. taehyun furrowed his eyebrows, "why would you say that kind of thing at out loud and at my job?!" he scolded in a playful hushed voice.

"i just thought it was funny and you also smelled of weed the entire tour, i didn't mind though so don't worry," the girl concluded. she was starting to walk away towards out the door now. "i'll walk you out," taehyun offers. "such a helpful employee. is this in the job description too?" the girl jokes, turning to him while a smile on her lips. "well, not exactly," taehyun says smoothly.

she shakes her head, "i'll see you soon taehyun." he watches her walk off into the darkness of the night when he suddenly remembers something.

"hey what's your name by the way?" he shouts after the girl. for some reason taehyun really was hopeful of seeing her again.

"y/n!" came the disembodied voice of the girl he had just met.

[hanii-rose]

•Because I can't send anon ask in askbox, can I submit it on here instead? So I have this thought:

Garou and the s/o were childhood friends but separated after Garou began to train himself in Bang's dojo. Now after Garou was defeated he comes to visit s/o's house for temporary hiding and also to rekindle their relationship.

Expect both of them getting closer after that. It mostly fluff sfw but you can throw some hot nsfw stuff for the thirst 🔥🔥

But can I request that the s/o is gender neutral, please? It's kinda sad that I rarely find a writing for gender neutral or male s/o, so I will be very grateful if you write the s/o as a gender neutral.

Thanks so much and have a nice day! ❤•

Yay another request ☺️ I tried to write reader as gender neutral, I'm not that great at it, but hopefully it's good enough to post haha

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Reunited

Garou x GN! Reader

It had been a few weeks since Garou had inexplicably showed up at your front door, bruised and weakened. When you first saw him, you instantly recognized his signature hairdo and blazing gold orbs.

It was that kid from school! You occasionally played with him in your younger years, and the two of you had become particularly close, talking, pulling pranks and acting out other childish activities. But as you grew older, you focused more on your books and slowly started seeing less of him, ultimately drifting apart in highschool. You never saw him again, until two weeks ago that is.

After he came hobbling through your doorstep, you let him in, fed him and even bathed him. He took care of his own injuries and he's been staying with you ever since. You assumed he remembered you due to the fact that he called you by your name multiple times without you telling him. When you asked him why he showed up here and now, he explained his situation. His hero-hunting, the Monster Association, Bang's dojo and his pathetic defeat at the hands of a bald guy in a yellow jumpsuit. He told you he needed sanctuary for two or three months, at least until the search for him died down.

You understood his reasoning, albeit feeling a bit sad that he didn't come to you mainly to see you. Truth be told, you had developed quite a crush on the silver haired Adonis, even back then. But in the past, you were much too busy with your studies and his sudden disappearance left your desires unfulfilled. But now he was back, taller, stronger and much much more handsome. It reignited a little spark in your core and you constantly began to crave his touch and attention, often picturing him in the most lewd scenarios you could think of. You touched yourself so many times that you lost count. You tried not to most of the time, in hopes that he wouldn't notice your arousal. Little did you know that Garou was going through something similar.

>>

Presently, you had just returned home from work with a bag of store bought food. You hung your coat and scarf on the coat hanger and neatly discarded your black office shoes on the wooden shoe rack. You walked all the way to the kitchen, placed the bag of food down and rushed to the living room in hopes of finding your wolfish guest.

You walked in on him, shirtless, crouching on the floor and fiddling with something. His back displayed all of the hard work he had put into building himself these few years. Littered with bumps and crevices that most people could only dream of in their lifetime.

You, unbeknownst to him, gently pressed a finger down onto the back of his neck and slid downwards, following his spine to the middle of his gorgeous back. He visibly tensed and turned his head, staring deep into your curious eyes.

"You're back..." he stated, turning around and getting back to work.

"Yeah, had a long day today. What have you been up to?"

He shook his head softly and muttered, "Fixed yer damn side table. The wobbly piece of shit almost fell over when I walked by it."

You chuckled at his words while patting his defined shoulder and replied, "Well you're pretty nifty, aren't you? Maybe I'll keep you around longer, huh?"

He smirked and stood up straight, taut muscles glistened with sweat and biceps flexed as he scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't ya? A personal slave to do all of yer work for ya?"

You replied with an obnoxious 'MHMMM' and exited the living room, walking yourself to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge door, you grabbed the large 2 litre bottle of coke and two large sets of glasses and decorated them atop a tray.

Holding the tray and kicking the fridge door shut with your foot, you treaded back to the living area and set the tray down on top of your now fixed table.

"Sit down, I'll fix you a drink."

Garou complied, sitting himself comfortably on top of your black couch, the leather making scratching noises as he shifted around for the perfect spot.

"Thanks for the table. I've been trying to fix it for ages."

He nodded and grinned, "No big deal. It's the least I could do."

You sat down next to him on his right, leaned forward and poured the chilled coke into the two cups. Closing the cap, you handed him a glass and sipped on your own coke. You relaxed back into the couch, your shoulder brushing his ever so slightly as you unwinded. Work was getting frustrating, even for a desk job, not to mention your desires for the wolfish man would not relent, leading to many restless nights.

"This feels way too good." you lazily stated, stretching back and leisurely taking small sips from the cup.

"Yeah..." Garou agreed softly, his cup already empty.

You noticed the lack of substance in his hand and offered a refill.

"Hold your cup right. I'm gonna give you some more..."

You grabbed the large plastic bottle from the table and twisted the cap open, pouring carefully, a good enough amount of the sweet liquid.

Unbeknownst to you, Garou had outstretched his arm behind you, resting it at the headrest of the couch. His right knee brushed up against yours gently as he scooted closer to you, inhaling your intoxicating scent. Somehow, your smell was so much more stronger when you came home from work. He noticed it once, after you had accidentally bumped into him. And that unique smell drove him absolutely wild.

You turned back after filling his cup and placed the half empty bottle down. You again leaned back getting even more comfortable, somewhat leaning against him. From this position, he could trace your body through the white flimsy fabric of your office shirt.

It was turning him on more than anything.

He chugged his cup until it was completely empty, savouring every last drop of the fizzy drink. He placed his cup down and his now empty hand found purchase upon your clothed knee. His right arm still behind you, wrapped itself around your shoulder, trapping you.

"So tell me about work." he suggested, rubbing your tired shoulder.

"Oh my gosh, you have no clue how annoying some of my desk mates are!" you began.

"They constantly take things from my desk without asking and they are so unorganized, like at least learn to number your reports when you give em' to me, ya'know?"

He hummed and sighed with whatever you said, but honestly, he didn't give a crap about your asshole co-workers. Just let him stare at your stunning legs for a while longer. He could feel his cock twitching in his trousers, your lips trembled as you angrily ranted about your fellow employees. Those same lips he wanted to ravish with his own.

"-And then I said, I'm not going to your fuckin' baby shower and..." you suddenly quieted down.

Why was he staring at you like that?

"Umm Garou, you okay buddy...?"

He ignored your question again. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your cheek! You tried scooting away, but you were held in place by his left hand on your knee, gripping with force and his right arm wrapped around your shoulder.

You placed your palm on top of his hand and he snapped out of his trance, face red and pouting.

"... Is something wrong?"

He vigorously shook his head and scratched his cheek, the blush still faintly prominent under his chiseled cheekbones.

"Are you sure?" you asked, thoroughly concerned. You placed your open palm on his back and rubbed languidly, relenting your weight on top of his. Before you could get up from your position next to him, he yanked you downwards and you plopped down onto the couch, your back hitting the foam armrest.

"Yer so fuckin' sexy, ya'know that?" he asked, sounding somewhat angry.

"Huh?"

"I said, yer so fuckin' sexy. Such a fuckin' turn on!"

Before you could protest, he swiped his hand down your middle, swiftly popping off all of the buttons on your shirt and exposing your chest and stomach. You tried to push him off but to no avail.

"Garou! What are you doing?" you inquired, feeling absolutely embarrassed. Your cheeks dusted with red and you swallowed hard.

"Fuck... What the fuck am I doing?"

He sighed exasperatedly and got off of you. Standing up, he started walking towards the guest room, no doubt to put on his shirt and leave. But before he could turn the corner, you grasped his hand tight.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving. I shouldn't be around you anymore. I can't fucking control myself..." he replied, sweat dripping from his temple.

"What do you mean?"

You strutted closer to him, placing two hands on his bare chest.

"I like you, a lot. And I wanna fuck you all the time."

You were surprised, pleasantly. You giggled at his confession and leaned closer, almost falling on his hard chest.

Rubbing your hand down his stomach and over his delicious abs, you wiggled in his sight.

"I don't mind..." you spoke, tone awfully sly.

Your expression gave away your intentions and Garou found himself grasping your hips, bringing them closer towards his.

"Oh really?" he asked, equally mischievous.

You made a lusty 'mhmm' noise, confirming his suspicions.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned closer to his smirking face, and whispered, "I want to fuck you all the time too..."

"Fuck, yer such a tease!"

Giggling, you brought your mouth upto his and waited for him to place his on yours.

When your silent request was met, you closed your eyes and revelled in the passion.

He feverishly gripped your waist, slid his hand downwards, giving your ass a quick squeeze.

Breaking the kiss, he kept his face near yours, taking in your form.

"I've wanted to do that for so long..."

"Me too." you replied.

"So you wanna fuck me all the time too huh?" he asked.

"Yeah, you're the only one who can take my mind off of my demented office."

"Well then, should we get started?"

You nodded, lustfully looking into his eyes.

>>

Sitting down had become an issue for you these days. As the days progressed, so did your monster boyfriends hormones. But you two got by. You had to buy a new shirt though, and everyone at your office could tell you'd been fucked out of your mind. But nothing bothered you anymore, not even your moronic deskmates.

It seemed life had gotten better for the two of you, except for the severe back pain you had after Garou finished his dubious acts. Other than that you were fairly content with what you had right now.

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS | CHAPTER 19

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Summary+TWs: We're talking serious feelings here, okay? Reader, you're literally emotionally illiterate. You also have PTSD, which is finally addressed - kinda. Bruce does his best. And he also knows how to kiss... But y'all know that if you read my ramblings about lucid dreaming/shifting/whatever... Chile-, anyways...

My phone kept buzzing and I ignored it until Bruce declared it was time to take a break and review the results. Whilst the man was typing up the data on a nearby StarkPad, I fought the sudden influx of messages that I received from haters and supporters alike after Tony decided on tweeting a reply that could be interpreted in an alarming variety of ways. It was a smart move, I'll admit, but a fucking bother for me nonetheless.

Disabling my DMs and dealing with a follower increase in the thousands wasn't hard; I didn't consider myself a problematic asshole and didn't need to be afraid of "exposure". The parties I went to - I doubted there was any blackmail material in there and the few nudes I'd sent over the years were always face-less. As a gen Z, I knew my internet safety.

The trolls didn't bother me either. It was more sad than annoying, people shitting on others for clout. Iron Man stans were witty, at least, if jealous. I must admit I've never considered the influx of popularity I would experience should I publicly out myself as a friend of Tony's. Girlfriend? Intern? Science child? Whatever cover story he was going to feed the press worked for me, as long as I still got the hugs, the kisses, the dick and the attention.

"Tony..." Bruce groaned, evidently done with the data processing, had to have opened his social media to see his own skyrocketing popularity.

"Yeah, our Tony is being a Tony again," I chuckled, having reset my social media settings so my phone wouldn't constantly beep, vibrate and bother me. School was going to be fun.

Bruce shook his head, fond, coming over to my side of the lab after removing his own hazmat suit. His eyes shiny with newfound knowledge and hair turned adorably fluffy in the confines of the head covering. He was smiling softly. "Food?"

"Sure."

We chewed our sandwiches in silence for a moment, each of us lost in our thoughts.

"I still can't believe Tony told everyone on Twitter you're his girlfriend, usually he keeps this stuff private or schedules a fancy press conference," Bruce's tone was thoughtful.

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that what it was? Seemed ambiguous to me..." I trailed off, confused.

"He worded it like that on purpose, I mean, you're still in high school," The scientist was confident in his words. "But I know Tony. I'm a hundred percent sure that he meant exactly that. Aren't you?"

Shock flooded me. Suddenly, I understood I completely misread the situation. "Um, no? I thought we were, y'know, just fucking. We never defined our relationship and we're definitely not exclusive." I said, chewing on my lip. "You make a valid argument, I'm a high school student and he's a grown ass man that does grown man stuff. Putting aside the fact that he could have anybody in the world so why would he choose me?" I was rambling, thinking out loud. Discussing my feelings has never my strong forte. "It would be stupid to impose monogamy on such a complex man like Tony. Downright idiotic to expect a genius to confine to social norms just because it suits others." I finished with a wave of my hand. Another bubble of thought that had festered within me for the longest time. I felt relieved, finally voicing it out loud. A weight had been lifted off my shoulders, a weight I wasn't previously consciously aware of.

Bruce was watching me intently, with an unreadable expression that held the tiniest bit of awe, admiration perhaps. The silence that followed was unnerving. I fidgeted with my hands, not really knowing where to put them or where to look.

"You know," He took off his glasses, fiddling them in his hands. "I'm not going to sugar coat it. For the longest time, I thought you were going to inadvertently hurt him when you get bored with whatever you've got going on. I respect you, don't misunderstand me, but you are young. Now, I've changed my mind. You've changed my mind," He punctuated his statement with his hand on mine, grasping it. "I think you managed to understand him in a way most people can't. Or don't want to. Understand and accept him in a way that some of us can't even after years of working and living side by side with him." Bruce's gentle fingers skimmed along the top of my palm.

"I don't always understand Tony but I do accept him," I agreed. "Because Tony is a great man."

"I think you're in love with him," Bruce said, absolutely having ignored my previous statement. Just like that, point blank, he pushed to the surface the very feelings I got so good at ignoring. There was no rest for me in this place.

My heart fluttered, picking up the pace. I kept my mouth shut, not trusting it whatsoever. My thoughts became akin to panicked hares, jumping and zigzagging aimlessly in my skull. I didn't see the point in defending myself because the scientist had pointed out the obvious.

Bruce looked at me, softly, warmly. "And don't think we haven't noticed the rise in team morale. The improvement not only in communication, but on the battlefield, too. It's easier to entrust your back to someone with whom you've shared a laugh and a drink the previous night. You're the glue that keeps us together."

Something warm and wet was on my cheeks. I stared at our clasped hands, his words echoing in my head over and over and over. The moment I realized I was crying, I willed myself to stop and failed spectacularly - only more salty fluid streamed down, some of it getting in my nose, on my lips. The sleepless nights were making me unstable.

It took a single sniffle for Bruce to pick me up and wrap up in his kind embrace. I didn't resist, tucking my face into the crook of his neck, holding onto the back of his lab coat, inhaling the smell of his skin and chemicals. It was familiar, calming. Minutes ticked by with me slowly leaking the tension out of my body.

"He loves you, too, maybe he just doesn't realize it yet." Bruce whispered into my hair. "I've never seen Tony so happy, even with Pepper. You are special and you are loved."

There was something unsaid, I felt it. It hung in the ear, it burned the tips of my ears, stood sharp on the tip of my tongue. "I love you too, Bwucie-bear," I whispered into the space between his ear and his jaw. His arms tightened around me.

The man placed several chaste kisses in my hair, running a palm over my back. In moments like these, the crush for him, the very crush that got out of control, blossomed fully into a deep sense of respect and admiration. He made me feel safe. He said all the right words at the right time.

Drowsiness overtook me. As usual, any worries and anxieties I had evaporated, once Banner had his arms around me, shielding me from the world. I didn't forbid myself this time: delicately, my hand slipped through the man's soft messy curls, eliciting a contented sigh.

"You haven't been sleeping well," He more stated than asked.

I had no choice but to nod. "Clint keeps dying in my dreams. Or even worse, he doesn't, he just suffers, endlessly, painfully." I admitted.

Bruce flinched under me, tensing. My face was in between his hands in a second, the scientist sternly looking into my eyes. "Why didn't you say anything? All of us assumed you were okay after what happened." He looked - angry. Not Hulk-out pissed but Bruce-pissed, which equalled a kicked-puppy look seasoned with a great pinch of disappointment.

"I am okay." I lied, shamelessly. "It's getting better. That's why I want to have a party - relax a little, dance, socialize. I don't think Tony would let me go on my own so I figured I can convince him to throw one here." I looked away. It was better for everyone if I dealt with my own problems - they were superheroes, not babysitters.

Bruce frowned. "Why wouldn't Tony let you go?"

"Because of that one time I snorted coke," I rolled my eyes at Bruce's naiveté, leaving the less obvious parts unsaid. Tony knew exactly what I was going to do once I got free reign, he considered it destructive and told me so himself. Admittedly, he had a point but still... I wished I'd been given a choice.

"I'll talk to him," Bruce nodded firmly. "That's not acceptable. He can't forbid you from making mistakes and learning from them."

He was met with my shrug. No excitement came from me regarding this particular turn of conversation. I was drained, limbs like jello, thoughts sluggish. My face was drooping.

"Let's get you to bed," Banner stood up with me wrapped around him. "You need a nap."

"No," I protested. If I went to sleep now, only Satan knew at what ungodly hour I would wake up.

"Yes, Princess," Bruce smirked. I wiggled uncomfortably - when he went all caretaker like, my ovaries wreaked havoc on my body and brain. My thoughts weren't appropriate if Bruce wanted me to see him as a father figure. The signals he was sending were mixed. People around me did that a lot and I wasn't sure how to act so I usually just went with the flow. I decided to do the very same thing in that particular moment.

Curiosity sparked within me, tightly interwoven with the deep longing that settled below my collarbones whenever Tony or one of the others wasn't sitting next to me or talking my ear off. I've almost forgotten how it was to be alone with my thoughts. The maze of my very own self was becoming unfamiliar territory. Alarming.

I allowed Bruce to help me shed my shoes and outer layer of clothing, shivering in the coolness of my room. Despite being a frequent visitor, I still had a 'guest' room in the tower - I mostly stayed at Tony's or Wanda's anyways. During our sleepovers neither me nor the witch minded sharing her enormous bed, to be fair, we could have fit at least two more people in it besides us. Tony took care of his own - all the tower's residents had their apartments furnished with the best stuff.

"Sleep now, Princess," Bruce chastised, tucking a blanket around me, having noticed an earbud in my ear and my smartphone in my hand. I had hoped to kill some time online, damn well knowing sleep wouldn't come easy.

"I don't think I can fall asleep, Bruce," I admitted, looking away. There was just so much going on. My brain wouldn't shut up and if I couldn't drown out the cacophony by being productive, I'd troll the internet, as usual.

Banner sighed, coming to sit next to me, leaning against the headboard. Gently running his fingers through my hair, brushing the outside of his palm against my cheek. "How do you usually deal with this?"

Involuntarily, my eyelashes fluttered. "Tony does most of the work," I admitted coyly. The engineer had a whole arsenal of tricks up his sleeve - sexy and exhausting tricks.

"I see," Bruce muttered, thoughtfully.

I opened my eyes to see him looking down at me with a look I haven't seen before. The usual mildly absent, slightly anxious face he wore was replaced by something I could only describe as hurt envy, like a kid looking at their schoolmate who had all the newest, coolest toys. I used to be on the receiving end of that look far too often and I hated it.

I hid my face against his leg, rubbing my cheek on the raspy corduroy fabric of his pants. "Got any good ideas of your own?" I wondered lowly, thinking about what in the world possessed Bruce to wear corduroy trousers on a semi-casual day, in the twenty-first century.

"Only bad ideas," He replied in a matching low tone. His soft fingertips relocated to my nape, goosebumps rising down my back.

"Humour me," I grinned against his leg.

Bruce was quiet for a moment, the sound of his thinking screaming louder than any words could have done. Knowing the scientist so closely, I found out he was full of surprises - bolder than he appeared outwardly and competitive to a boot. He thought he had a lot to prove to himself and by extension, to others. The unknown, the mystery dangling in front of my nose was exhilarating, trepidation addictive. It took me away from the chaos in my mind.

A gentle grasp on my chin had me turning to look upwards, Bruce's face flushed and focused on my own, open and trusting. He needed to see the obvious, that I trusted him to take care of me. He pulled and I followed, sitting up on my elbows, coming up to his shoulder level, our faces inches apart, enveloped in the unique, intense scent of his herbal tea. It was a tart, strong smell and it suited his quiet but passionate character.

Once, twice, I caught my eyes sliding to his plump lips. They looked far too appealing in this position. I usually strategically stayed away from positions so compromising, fearing the very thing that I'd already let happen, however this time the atmosphere was different. We stood on ambiguous grounds, waiting for Bruce to make a decision.

The man wasn't stupid, he saw the way I looked at him. The nightmares and inability to take a break from life put a significant dent in my resolve to keep a distance between us, romantically - I could have settled even for a pity kiss, a pity fuck. Anything to put my brain on pause.

His lips were softer than I had imagined. Skilled, too, he easily steered the kiss into the shallow waters of our combined longing.

With Tony, it was like an avalanche. Tony ran hot like Peterbilt engines, hard and fast, almost angry in his race for satisfaction. Tony was a man that was used to getting whatever he wanted and it became plainly obvious when we fucked.

Bruce was the opposite. He savoured the kiss, losing himself in a way that could almost be described as delicate. Bruce was humming, softly, as we tasted each other, holding the left side of my face with careful fingertips. Almost as if he was afraid to break me. The feel of his skin on mine was soothing in a way that made me sigh and relax even further.

"Wanna make you feel good." His voice had dropped, gone husky, but his breathing held even. He must know all about self-control.

"Yeah," I was ready to agree with whatever the fuck he was offering. My eyelids remained shut.

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[scrtxai]

BOKURA NO MONOGATARI (BLACKPINK X FEMALE READER)

Blackpink members : Roseanne Park x Fem reader

Genre: Angst, Hanahaki Au, Adapted from Anonymous by Kaito (Vocaloid)

Grammar mistakes ahead

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                         STORY #1: ANONYMOUS 

credit to the owner

I'm on my knees, getting the papers that scattered on the floor. It's not just a paper...

I was standing alone in the room, papers everywhere and still waiting for someone.

It was a letter from me to her

My crush...

Roseanne Park

I knew she never notice my existant. I'm just an anonymous. An anonymous fell in love with a blonde tall girl. The popular girl in my school but I'm scared that she will say I'm such a creep if she knows that I'm watching her from a far.

As I trying to get the letter, the wind gushing making the letter fly away and getting myself struggle until my body on the floor with huffed comes out from my mouth, annoyed with wind.

After done I collected all the letters...

My final letters...

I take my coat and scarf, get ready to send all of these letters to her. I walk to the park beside Han river, the leaves started to fall knowing this month will be in autumn season. The wind became a bit cold and I looking around, taking a chance for the last time I saw all of this beautiful environment.

But she is more beautiful than this...

I walk again and I remember how joyful she is here, enjoying the beauty scenery of Han river with her best friend. I decided to put my first letter on the branch then I walk away.

I went to the playground, sitting on the playground swing alone. This is the place where the first time I saw her. The first eyesights of hers which make my heart started to fluttered. The playground swing also her favourite place she likes to play. I sigh as I knew she is barely here. I had waiting for her about years but she never notice about me. I get up from the swing and put my second letter at the chain, tying it up and leave the playground.

I was standing alone on the pedestrian bridge. This is the place where Rosé loves enjoying the beautiful scenery of the house and the vehicles passing by below her. The pedestrian bridge were above the road and she loves to watching it without knowing the reasons why.

I coughing badly as the disease taking over me once again and yes I forgot to say something... But I don't want to tell it. I ignore something in my hand and make it fly away. I make the paper plane and the wind hitting my pale face, the cold makes my muscle face numb and a bit pain. My hair waving and I think it's a good time to let my third letter fly in the sky and hopefully she will notice it.

"Right now..."

I was standing at the house. Which it's her house. I knew it's creepy when I standing here but I just want to send final letter to her. I feel my breath hitched and short. My heartbeat fastened feeling something piercing. My eyes started blurring but I must to endure the pain. I put my final letter into her mailbox and walk away leaving alone. I know she's not home yet because she hangout with her friends and her boyfriend, Chanyeol.

Well... I feel my time is near...

I look into the sky with tears on my cheeks. My love actually were unrequited and I hate the fact this disease of mine cannot be cured.

I let it taking over me and I'm gladly to be gone...

Who am I to force her to love me?

Did you forgot?

I'm just an anonymous to her?

She will never know my name at all

No... She will never know my name...

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"Hey, I found something!" Thai girl saw a letter on the branch. The blonde look and she take the letter from her best friend. Rosé open the letter and read it.

"It's been running through my mind

I wanna say it one more time

But when I try to speak the words just fly away from me"

- An Anonymous

"Wow, this person must have a hard time" Lisa said to her. Rosé felt something unpleasant but sometimes it's make the blonde determined. "It must have something behind this letter" Rosé said. Lisa shrugged off as she lazy to thunk about it.

They went to the playground and wanted to play swing, Rosé saw a paper tied on the chain. She take it and she look it was another letter.

"So I'm taking the chance to write it down

And send it out into this lonely town

And hope that you'll see it somehow"

- An Anonymous

"Another letter? What the heck?" Lisa look at the letter and obviously it from the unknown person. Rosé take the first letter and she read both of it, trying to solve those mysterious letter.

They walk along the street on their way to going home after buying the foods for dinner, Rosé saw a paper plane flying through her and fell on the floor. She taking it and open it.

Again... Another letter from an anonymous.

"I know that I could never hide

The little things I felt inside

And like the days grew long it just kept growing stronger

So if one day it finally reaches you

And you can feel what I was feeling too

Remember what I said to you"

- An Anonymous

Another letter makes Rosé felt so determined. What is the meaning behind this letter? A lot of questions pop out inside her mind like fireworks.

"Can you just throw that letter and let's go home in happily?" Lisa irritated with Rosé as the blonde busy with the letters. Lisa sigh as blonde become addicted to the unknown letters.

As they come home The Ambulance passing by then stopped about three house gap away from theirs. The employees rushing and they went inside the house. Rosé felt something went wrong. She ever knew that house. It was a lonely girl in her school. She don't know her name at all but she felt something strange about that lonely girl. She walk towards that house and she saw that lonely girl on the stretch, taking away by the employees in rushing. The mother crying a lot as the ambulance started driving away.

"That girl must be sick" Lisa said standing beside Rosé. Rosé just sigh and she asking Lisa to come inside her house now because it's getting dark outside.

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The time went fast and the news spread like wildfire. What the news about?

Well the lonely girl, Kwon Y/N, died because of disease.

They felt sympathy with the mother. Y/N was the best student in the high school and she's the one and only child. The hope of the school and now there is no more best student. No one could beat Y/N's geniuses but the fate are cruel as Y/N were no longer to lived.

Rosé says sorry to the mother. The mother just sadly smiles and she told Rosé that she accept her child's gone.

As Rosé reach her home, she open her mailbox and saw an unknown letter. Her eyebrow raising in determination. She take that letter and going inside her house.

The night comes, Rosé take out the envelope and she read the letter. As she read the letter, her hand covered her mouth and her eyes started glossy.

"Dear Rosé,

I know it's a bit stupid letter I ever made knowing myself that you will never read it at all.

I wanted to say that I like you. I fell in love with you at the first sights. I saw your beautiful smile happily playing together with your friend at the play ground make my heart fluttered. At first, I try question myself if I have feelings on you. I tried to deny but it failed.

The more you appeared, the more my feelings on you grower. Every single day, I waited for you at the play ground but it seems you barely there, I saw you at the park near Han River. You loves to enjoy the freshness of air at the park.

I thought I can get to know you at the park so I try waiting for you at the park and unfortunately, you were never seen at all.

It does not mean I will giving up. I remember the time you always standing alone at the pedestrian bridge above the road. You always been there every evening, watching the vehicles passing by. I don't know why you did that but who am I to judge people?

Then I thought you will be there to the next day but yeah it's still the same thing.

You were never seen over and over again.

I always put the chocolates and sweet letter inside your locker. I feel happy as your smiles created on your face as you read that letter I gave to you. I think it maybe my chance to make you notice me so I did it everyday.

But the things turned...

The day where you and the popular basketball player guy started dating. You thought all this day, it was him who gave those chocolates and sweet letters. But you don't know...

He just did that only once...

My heart broken into pieces knowing you were straight. I huffed in lose but my feelings on you still strong.

And it hurts me.

The day by day, disease started to taking over me. It comes out of nowhere and it's funny that when I coughing, it have flower petals? I laughed myself that I cough the beautiful flower petals.

It's rose petals.

And it so painful

The thorn, the roots and the flower started growing leaving me coughing. I can't deny it. This is because my feelings on you still inside my heart. This disease appeared as my love for you unrequited.

I can't blame you because you don't know me at all.

I'm just an anonymous to you.

Every single day the flowers blooming, making me cried in pain but I didn't mind at all. I deserves to have this rather than get humiliate by people.

I rather die in bloom than die in human's harsh words.

Yes I'm gay for you and I secret it. Only myself know about my sexuality. I better kept it because people are cruel in other way.

For the last words I write this letter to you, I wanted to say that I love you more than anything. I hope you be happy with him and always be.

If you find this message that I left behind. You'll know that time has pulled me away from you and though I know who you are and I am far away, I love you all the same.

Even though you will never know my name..

If you find this world is leaving you behind and feel like time is pulling away from you, Just believe in who you are and know that far away...

I love you all the same.

- Y/N (An Anonymous)

She finally realise something, All these days, Rosé always thought that Chanyeol gave sweet letters and chocolates to her everyday but her thought was wrong.

She finally knows that an anonymous who gave the letter to her is from Y/N. All of these things that she had was from Y/N herself. She cried more and mistakes taking over her. She felt guilt the she was the cause of Y/N's death. Rosé look at the night sky and closing her eyes. Her heart started to feel the pain and her breath hitched.

"I finally know your name"

Rosè smiles with eyes closed knowing Y/N looking at her from above smiling at her.

She once again opened her eyes, smiling at the sky.

"I finally know your name, Y/N"

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[msmarvelouswinchester]

Never Gonna Lose You

Summary - Even with Chuck's danger hanging over the heads of the Winchesters and the Reader, preparations for Dean and Reader's wedding start in the bunker

Pairing - Dean x reader, Sam x reader (platonic)

Warning - Fluff, just pure tooth rotting fluff (yeah ik it's highly unlike me) and maybe a bit of swearing

Word Count - 1.5k

A/N - This is the sequel to Don't Wanna Lose You as requested by @miss-nerd95 (I finally wrote it)

This is the first time I have attempted to write a fic with a wedding ceremony in it so I hope it turns out okay. (Also if there is any rule wrong in the wedding ceremony, please let me know because I wrote the rules of the ceremony after I saw it on the internet and from movies).

Spn divider by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89 (if you can, check out her blog. She is so good)

"Hey! I came back to the bunker to find it empty. Where were you both?"

You were trying your best to stop the large smile that was threatening to spread on your face.

"We were uh..out", you gave Sam an innocent smile.

"Oh no. No I don't want to hear about my brother's sex life", Sam scrunched up his face in pure disgust.

"Get your mind out of the gutter Sammy because we have some news", Dean said with a stupid grin on his face.

"Please don't tell me Y/N's pregnant because I can't handle a mini Dean right now in the bunker", Sam said.

"What no! I am not pregnant-"

"We're getting married!" Dean declared proudly.

"What? That's great! Congratulations you guys", Sam literally ran towards you both and pulled you and his brother into a bone crushing hug.

"That's enough Sam", Dean groaned.

Sam let go of you both, "So when's the wedding? Where's the ring? Show me the ring".

"When did you become so girly Sammy?" Dean teased Sam which resulted in him getting a glare from the younger hunter.

"I'm just very excited for you both. Welcome to the Winchester family, Y/N. I am very happy for you Dean but Y/N not really, you could have done a lot better", Sam smirked.

"Ow", Sam yelped when his brother smacked his head.

"So when's the wedding? Did you tell Cas and Jack? Where will be the wedding?" Sam started to fire different questions at you.

"Hold your damn horses, Sammy. I don't know when's the-"

"We are getting married next week," Dean said, cutting you off mid-sentence which made your eyes go wide.

"Next week?" You exclaimed, "Dean are you crazy? We can't get married next week! There is so much to do! It's a goddamn wedding! Decorations, dress, catering - are you out of your mind, Dean Winchester?"

"We'll manage, sweetheart. It will be fine," Dean tried to assure when he saw you had already started panicking.

And damn did he make sure it was fine. The week went by a blink of an eye. With every passing day you were growing more anxious even though Dean did his best to make this the perfect wedding.

Growing up as a hunter, you never thought marriage was in your cards. You always thought that you would be long dead even before you meet the man of your dreams but it all changed when you met Dean.

Your meeting with Dean was out of pure luck. Your car had crashed into his when you were on a run from a monster. They immediately found out that you were hunting the same nest of vampire that they were. They were quite taken aback when you told them that you were a solo hunter.

Although as much as Dean was furious at first because you damaged his beloved Baby, you and him slowly became good friends. So when Sam invited you to live with them, you agreed without any second thoughts. Sam was like the younger brother you never had but Dean was another story. After several months of dancing around the fact that you both had feelings for each other and also because of Sam’s annoyance, Dean decided to ask you out.

Now, today as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, tears started to well up in your eyes. You never thought you would be able to see yourself like this - wearing a beautiful white gown as your would-be husband takes a stand at the altar, waiting for you to walk down the aisle.

“All done, sweetie,” Jody said as she put the final touches to your makeup and hair, “you look beautiful.”

You took a final look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes travelled south, eventually finding the beautiful engagement ring on your hand. Dean had given it to you on the same night he had asked you to marry him. The ring was perfectly kept in the pocket of one of his coats - he wanted to ask you for a long time but he always would chicken out at the last minute until that night. After he had put the ring on your finger, Dean had pulled you close, whispering “I love you” into your ear a thousand times. That night had ended with you and him in bed, entangled up with each other, panting and mumbling ‘I love you’s into each other's ears.

You smiled when you remembered the soft memory from that night.

“Jody, just don't let me fall while I walk down the aisle,” you said, standing up. Claire and Alex helped with the gown.

“Oh honey, I won't let you fall but if I do Dean will be there to catch you. That boy will always catch you before you hit the ground,” Jody said.

Jody Mills, you met her after you became a permanent resident of the bunker. She was a good friend of the Winchesters but she was more like a mother to you than a friend. She was there whenever you needed to talk. She supported you always so when Dean asked you about who will walk you down the aisle, you went straight to Jody’s house and asked her the question. She was surprised but eventually agreed, with tears in her eyes.

“We're ready,” Donna poked her head into the room and said.

Alex and Claire walked out of the room before you.

You linked your right arm with Jody’s, taking a deep breath, you tried to calm down your racing heart.

“Let's do this.”

You walked out of your dressing room and started to walk towards the garage where the wedding crremony was being held.

When you reached the garage you saw a carpet was spread out for you, with flowers sprinkled over it. You looked up and saw Claire and Alex standing on the side, Jack standing there with your wedding bands. The few guests you had invited - Bobby, Charlie, Rowena, Donna sitting at the front. You saw Sam standing beside Dean, he had a black tux on. He was looking right at you with a small smile on his face. Just beside him, stood Dean, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You started to tear up when you saw him. This was all you ever wanted - to spend the rest of your life with the man you love, your soulmate.

You walked towards Dean, Jody letting go of your arm. He extended his hand at you. You took his hand and stood beside him. You looked up at Dean, your eyes locking with his jade ones. His eyes were moist and you were yourself trying not to cry.

“You look beautiful,” he said softly, a shy smile playing on your lips.

“Should we begin?” Cas asked. You had asked Cas to officiate your wedding because who would be better other than an angel?

You and Dean nodded.

Cas began the ceremony but you weren't paying attention to what he was saying. You were too mesmerised in Dean's eyes. You mind wandered off to all the times you had spent with Dean, hunting with each other or just spending a lazy day in bed with him.

You were broken from your thoughts when Cas asked if you wanted to say your own vows. You both nodded and Dean started to speak.

“Y/N, five years ago, when your car crashed into mine I didn't know then that I would be standing at here with you today. I love your coffee obsessed, nerdy self who is also a badass hunter who doesn't take any bullshit from others. Being with you brings the best out of me. I promise that I won't let anything happen to you ever even if I have to walk through fire to keep you safe. I promise I will never take you, us for granted. I promise to love you as you love me, through all hardship, darkness, and pain to reach for our joys, our hopes, and always with honesty and faith and lastly I promise to never make fun about how much you love the Harry Potter books.”

You wiped the tears that were now rolling down your cheek. “Y/N.” You heard Cas say your name and you started to speak.

“Dean, today when I woke up I had to catch my breath to believe this is real, that I am really marrying my true love, my heart's desire, my soulmate. I couldn't make myself believe that it was all real and not one of Chuck's plans, but after seeing you standing here, waiting for me, all my doubts flew out of the window. I promise to always love and cherish this relationship even when you are annoying me. I promise to always protect you and keep both of us from harm's way. I promise to always love and support you. I promise to always leave the last slice of my pizza for you and lastly I promise to not roll my eyes everytime you say a stupid movie reference.”

Tears were now flowing freely down your cheek. You didn't even bother to wipe them. You looked at Dean and saw him sniffling. His green eyes clouded with emotions. He mouthed “I love you”.

“It's time to bring in the rings,” Cas announced and

Jack walked in with the rings, “Y/N and Dean will now exchange rings to symbolize their commitment. Dean now you may take Y/N’s hand in yours and repeat these words after me.”

Dean repeated the words after Cas with a grin on his face, and took the ring from Jack, putting it on your finger.

“Y/N, please take Dean's hand and repeat these words.”

You repeated the words after Cas, with a smile playing on your lips. You smile got bigger when you took the ring from Jack and put it on Dean's. You and Dean said your I do's, your heart heavy with emotions.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Dean you may kiss your bride now,” Cas said and for the first you noticed, he had a big smile on his face too.

Dean pulled you into a kiss, the first kiss as husband and wife. You immediately melted into the kiss. Cheers erupted throughout the garage but you didn't pay any attention to them. You were finally married to Dean, the love of your life and that was what mattered the most. Dean finally let go of you and looked at you with a stupid grin on his face.

“Hey Mr. Winchester,” you whispered.

“Hey Mrs. Winchester,” Dean said.

“We are married.”

“We are married, sweetheart,” Dean sighed.

“Now let's go save the world,” you smiled.

“Let's go save the world, together.”

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