#and also because a few peeps have been waiting to see the list in one place for a while

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Predator Prey

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

If you are into scratching, biting, grunting, and growling, you may have a Primal Play kink.

Primal play, also known as Predator/prey, is a dynamic between a sub and dom that typically involves the dom hunting down the sub before intercourse. A lot of people mix this with pet/animal play, but they are different. Pet/animal play involves at least one party dehumanizing themselves and taking the role of an animal. Primal play does not involve that.

Primal play finds its roots before we began civilized, and before sex began being seen as a sin as pushed by religion and church. Primal play is a way to revert back to that animalistic instinct of survival by letting us play with our basic needs, aka: breeding, food, and self-protection.

Predator prey is known for being a rougher form of play as well, the sex is a little more demanding, its rough, and it typically can cause the dom to leave a little more satisfied than the sub, especially when following traditional instinct and roles (sorry ladies.) It is an important for this play type to really focus on prediscussed consent and safe word communication.

Primal play also typically involves a struggle between the parties for dominance, something this fic does skip over because while I see Eris enjoying the hunt, I can't see him enjoying his mate struggling below him, even if it is consensual, due to his family history. I apologize. I skipped that aspect, but you all may have noticed the absolute Crackship I have another predator prey set up for. That couples going to go down swinging no matter how I write that dynamic.

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As always, NSFW below the cut

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Warnings - chasing, rough smut no traditional foreplay, p in v, slight hints of dirty talk, biting.

You shouldn't have been in the woods this late. You knew it was dangerous and that the trees themselves were awake and alerting any waiting predators that an unarmed female was walking alone through them.

After hours of dealing with your father in law, you had just wanted a few moments alone and made the choice to walk to the cabin you shared with Eris instead of winnowing.

That had been a mistake. Despite being in a seasonal court, day and night still shifted with the rest of the world, and golden rays of light gave in to star patterned darkness much too fast for comfort. You huddled your hood tighter, ignoring the bite of the autumn chill, and kept walking.

“Well, well, well,” the snap of a branch made you jump, heart beating faster as you froze. “What do we have here? A pretty mouse all by herself?”

You spun quickly, eyes wide as your husband approached with 3 hounds flanking him and growling. “Eris-” he shot you a look, silencing you.

“What you're going to do, little mouse, is run. You are going to turn and run and hope I don't catch you.” He took a step toward you, one you mirrored by stepping back. “Because if I catch you, I fuck you, and that would be mercy compared to what lurks in these woods just begging to get their teeth into you.”

He took another step, a bigger one causing you to stare straight at his chest until you looked up. He kissed you gently, the only gentle thing you knew you would get tonight before sliding one of his hounds training toys into the pocket of your cloak. “Run.”

You knew from the moment you accepted the bond, Eris was a bit of a sadist. But you also knew the first time that curtain dropped and your husband chained you to a wall, spanking you until your legs gave out, that you were a masochist. His mistake was calling you a mouse, though. You knew Eris had no understanding of how intelligent mice were. Mice were natural students, learning and adapting to their environment and tricks.

And you? You had learned.

You ran finding a large tree to abandon the cloak on before winnowing about 15 feet away, taking the training toy with you. You watched as Orion, Astrid, and Nova sat at the tree, looking up at Eris, then back to the cloak. Orion whined loudly, nudging the fabric as Eris growled.

Those hounds would never hurt you. Those hounds were chasing you for fun. And you had spoiled it. You cracked a branch on purpose, smiling and laughing as Nova perked back up, then began running towards where you had taken off from.

“Cheap tricks won't help you, mouse!” The dark laughter in his voice has your core tightening. You ran faster, heading near the direction of the cabin enough that he wouldn't think anything of it.

You were actually aiming for the lake nearby, though. Wanting him to fuck you under the full moon and all of her stars. Wanting to feel him pressing you into the dirt.

Eris caught your right as you reached it, a soft laugh as he did, and he took you rolling into the dirt and grass. Settling on top of you, Eris smirked. “This isn't home, mouse.”

You tossed the toy, listening as the hound Cheerfully began playing. Submission was setting in, creeping through your bones like an old ache. “No, sir.”

His warm hand came, holding your throat. “If you wanted to be fucked like an animal, y/n, you just had to ask.” You moaned at the words, at him seeing through you. He got up, forcing you on to your stomach, and began ripping the dress you were wearing. He placed a hand back on your neck, holding you down and leaning into you, whispering in your ear. “Do animals get prepared, mouse? Remind me.”

“No, sir,” it came out as more of a whimper than a sentence, a moan leaving your throat soon after. Eris wad grinding himself against you, cock straining heavily in his pants.

Eris was inside of you mere moments later, heavy cock stretching you open with a delicious burn. He was growling above you, rutting into you over and over while you wiggled and whimpered below him.

Nights like this, nights where sex was a mesh of teeth, of bruises, of thrusts so deep you could feel every inch of him lighting you on fire, normally meant Eris had a long day, a day where he felt no control, no joy. A day where he felt belittled.

Sex like this wasn't about you, and if you came, it was a reward. Sex like this was about Eris. You knew when he calmed down after this, when he would eventually carry you to the cabin, he'd take his time making love to you there until you were no more than a soaked mess below him, body pliant and spent from countless orgasms.

You whimpered as the thrusts grew harder, pushing you into the grass as your nails dug into the soft earth. Eris's growls were becoming louder, an occasional groan thrown in as he took you wildly with no regard for your body.

You were dripping for him, panting his name between wails of pleasure and soft cries of need. You loved sex like this, loved when he held you down, when he allowed you to make him work for it. To make him hunt you down.

You felt the first twitch of his cock, clenching around him in response and smiled into the ground. “All mine,” he grunted above you. “You are all mine, do you hear me?” His mouth came to your neck, licking and sucking your pulse point.

“Gonna fuck you until you don't even know your own name.” It was a promise, a zap engraving itself on your skin as he held your hand. He chuckled darkly again, your mind melting into those soft kisses contrasting against each sharp movement inside of you.

His breathing was becoming as labored as your own, his groans becoming more and more frenzied and desperate. “Cum inside me, Eris. Mark me as yours,” his grip on your hip became impossibly tight.

One more thrust had your walls tightening around him.

Another had you screaming his name as teeth sunk into your pulse point, bruising and marking that tender flesh.

The last had you babbling, moaning, and whining as you were violently thrown from the edge, squeezing and clenching around him over, over, and over again until he was spilling into you, filling you as he groaned and lapped away the blood he drew.

You both calmed, you still wiggling below him as a few last sloppy rolls of his hips worked to drive you into over stimulation.

Eris peppered soft kisses along your jawline, up to your temple, into your hair. “You okay?”

“Again.” He smiled into you, leaning to kiss you deeply.

“When we get home, after you eat and bathe, I will make all your sick dreams come true, mouse. I promise."

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[seuonji]

彡 i love you all the way. — yoon jeonghan

notes ๑ after getting rejected by your long term crush, jeonghan makes a proposal. little did you know, this proposal is fully a win to him, as long as you say yes.

keys ๑ best friend!jeonghan, crush!joshua

genre ๑ angst, fluff, highschool au — preview

warnings ๑ none

word count ๑ 0.7k

from aya: please reblog if you enjoyed! feedback is always appreciated<3

you were seated at your desk with jeonghan sitting infront of you. he was immersed in a comic he’s been fixated on lately. his legs were tucked under your desk so his knees were hitting yours. you occasionally kicked his shins but he still didn’t move. he wasn’t from your class, he just visited you every lunch break.

“he rejected me,” you monotonously blurted out of the blue.

“hm? joshua?” he peeped over the comic he was reading to see your face.

you bit your lip and nodded, hands fiddling with the comic book you stole from jeonghan’s bag.

his eyes averted back to his comic but he was interested to know more, “do you know why he rejected?”

“said he doesn’t have time for a relationship, what a load of bull,” you eventually placed the comic into your desk and smacked your hands unable to hide your frustrations of the situation. “how much you wanna bet he’s lying?”

“yn, you and i both know he’s not,“ jeonghan tilted the book downwards so you could see his done expression.

it was true, joshua was someone that cared about doing well academically. along with that, he was captain of the track team at school. to top it all off, he offered to teach kids in the music club how to play the guitar.

it was admirable really, plus, it was attractive. he knew how to balance his life amazingly well yet, he didn’t know where to fit a significant other into his schedule. but perhaps it wasn’t something meant to be fit in. at least not yet.

another admiring aspect of joshua was that he knew where his priorities lied however it was something you couldn’t help but resent.

because joshua did like you. you were someone he made exceptions for. he met you through his busy schedules so naturally you thought, this could work.

you planted your face onto your desk. “how could he reject me, we hangout all the time. what was missing?” you sulked.

“nothing was missing, he just has some priorities ynnie.”

your head was still on the table and jeonghan sighed.

“hey, be thankful he thought it through. it’s true he’s busy, you know that. even if he did accepted you, he would be able to only love you halfway, don’t you think?” he tapped your head with the book as he lectured you.

you let out a deep sigh, jeonghan couldn’t be more right. underneath it all, you knew you would’ve gotten tired of meeting him only for a few hours a week. you’d also get tired of the late replies and ultimately, in that list of priorities he had, you wouldn’t even place top three.

it just wasn’t meant to be.

you sat upwards and with a helpless tone, you answered, “i guess.”

jeonghan breathily chuckled as he pinched your hair in between his fingers. just as silence creeped in, jeonghan spoke.

“wanna date me in the meantime?” he tilted his head.

you were apalled, astonished even but you answered and went with it. it was definitely just one of his jeonghan jokes anyways.

“why would i accept, this totally goes against what you said earlier. joshua may only love me halfway but you don’t love me at all.”

“what do you mean? i love you all the way, is it my fault you didn’t notice?”

you sat there amused, his words were yet to register in your head, “you hypocrite!”

but then you finally heard him.

“wait— you what?—”

you were cut off by the bell,

“oh, there’s the bell, i’ll see you later yn,” he slid out the seat, placing it under its respective desk. he patted your head and smiled, “think about it, it might be fun.”

just as he was about to walk to the exit, he bent down and whispered in your ear, “i’ll let you pretend i’m joshua.”

the last thing you heard was his steps descending further away from you. you were left with so much uncertainty but one thing is for sure, this was not one of his jeonghan jokes.

[justmystyles]

Hey, you are literally one of my favorite writers out here. I honestly love every piece you've written, it's just all really really really good. (guess I am not as good with words as you, oops)

Anyway, I am so glad your requests are open. I was wondering if you could write something where the reader comes from a difficult family. emotionally abusive mother, distant father, eldest daughter syndrome, all that jazz.

So she's sort of moved away but still keeps in touch with her family cuz she does sorta love them but it's hard. So it's like she's got some body image issues and she's closed off, pretty funny but likes to use humor to hide her feelings, has a lot of acquaintances but doesn't like sharing herself with people much (why do I feel like I am describing someone specific lol)

And one day it all just becomes too much ig. I don't know exactly how the story goes, guess I am just looking for some comfort. had a weird few days.

Honestly, love you work. You're great. Thank you for reading that bs. Doesn't matter much if you decide to write it or not. You're already perfect. <3

Let's talk about this ask I got a few weeks ago, shall we?

First of all, I am honored to be considered one of your favorite writers on here, your words are so sweet and I love you.

Now, getting down to business, this ask genuinely made me cry because I know this reader. I am this reader and it was truly terrifying that a stranger on the internet described me so well to me. As soon as I read this, I knew it was going to be my next series, and after weeks of taking down notes and ideas, I finally started actually writing it today.

It'll still be a bit before I start putting it out there, this premise means so much to me that I want to really take my time and do it the justice it deserves, but I have included a little teaser for you below the read more so that you can get a taste of what I'm working on. I've also tagged my tag list peeps so that you all can see what I've been up to.

I'll still be working on NYIML and the other asks I have (if you sent me one, I love you and I'm working on it, please be patient, life has kind of blown up over the last week or so).

You would watch on in awe, watching the music come to life, watching Harry work. From time to time, you would meet his gaze, noticing a softness in his eyes that warmed your insides. You brushed your feelings off, reminding yourself that Harry was just a kind person. He probably looked at everyone like that. He would often invite you to join the group for lunch, or drinks after a successful session. You always declined politely, certain he was just asking to be polite. 

But Harry wasn’t just asking to be polite, and those looks that he threw in your direction were different than the way he would look at anyone else. He was fascinated by you, he felt like he needed to know more. When he met you, he thought you were beautiful, and the refreshments that you had laid out showed how kind and thoughtful you were. But he knew there was more to you, and he couldn’t wait to find out all of it.

You truly were the studio mom, always making sure everyone had what they needed. You would bring coffee and breakfast in the morning, make everyone’s lunch orders, or reservations if they decided to go out. But you would never join them. He found that curious, but also disappointing. He understood if you wanted to focus on work while you were all locked away in the studio, hoping to take those lunches and extra curricular times to get to know you, but those moments never came. 

He had asked your coworkers about you, hoping to gain some kind of intel that could help him break the ice. Everyone told him how sweet you were, always asking about them and their goings on, but often changing the subject when the conversation would turn to you. He also learned about how funny you were. He would have never guessed, based on how quiet you’d been around him. He figured some of that was because of his celebrity status, he was used to people being shy around him, but they would typically warm up over time. You hadn’t. 

There was a bit of worry in his mind that maybe you had an issue with him. You weren’t cold with him, you had always been incredibly kind in your interactions with him and that threw him for a loop. He racked his brain, trying to think of anything he might have said or done to upset you, but nothing came to mind. Perhaps you just weren’t a fan of his? Whatever it was, he was determined to figure it out. 

One afternoon, he was coming back from lunch and he overheard you talking to someone in one of the studios. He lingered by the doorway, he knew eavesdropping was wrong, but he was desperate. 

The conversation wasn’t much, you were just talking about a television show, but he heard the excitement in your voice and couldn’t help but smile. You sounded so cute. And then you laughed, and he could have died right there on the spot. You had an incredible laugh. He wanted to do anything to be the reason that beautiful sound came out of your mouth. 

Harry was so distracted that he didn’t notice that you were coming out of the studio. You weren’t expecting anyone to be standing there, so you bumped right into him. 

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry Harry.” Your eyes were wide with panic.

He put his hands on your shoulders to steady you. “Don’t be. That was on me. It’s what I get for zoning off in front of doors.” He chuckled. 

You smiled politely and nodded at him. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” 

“I was actually hoping to talk–”

He was interrupted by the ring of your phone. You pulled it out of your pocket and saw your mother’s name flash across the screen. “Crap, I’m so sorry it’s my mom. Do you mind if I take this?”

“No, not at all. You should always take calls from your mum.” 

“Right,” you scoff. “You’ve never talked to my mother.” You answer the phone, walking away quickly. 

He noticed your posture stiffen when you answered, and he hoped everything was okay. Once you were out of sight, he left, returning to the studio. “Y/N is taking a phone call, she’ll be right back.” 

When you finally returned, you apologized with a smile on your face, but Harry could see the sadness in your eyes. You took a seat at the computer, and he came up behind you, placing his hand softly on your back. You subconsciously relaxed into his touch. 

“Is everything alright?” He asked. 

You put on your best fake smile, which he immediately saw though. “Yeah, thanks.” 

He wanted to press, but he knew it wasn’t the right time or place. He also wasn’t totally sure you even liked him.

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2024 Winter Anime Lineup (Master Post?)

First post for a new blog where I'm going to try and record my opinions, break downs, comparisons, and various degrees of squees about anime!

The lineup for this year's Winter isn't as packed as the 2023 Fall season was, but that's always the case. It sure is still causing my To Watch List to keep getting longer... but more importantly because it's so lacking in big name shows one of my most anticipated shows gets to shine...

SOLO LEVELING

俺だけレベルアップな件

LET'S GOOOOOOOO!!!

I'M SO EXCITED FOR MY SHADOW BOY TO FINALLY ARRIVE!!!

also, holy CRAP look at all this TRADITIONAL FANTASY!!! There is even a decent selection of non harem Isekai this round too! And a lot of awesome sequels/continuations!

Anyways, here's what's on my to watch list for this season! I'll be posting about them in their own or other threads as I figure out how I want to set this blog up. My reasons for WHY I'm watching what I'm watching

Definitely Will Watch!

Solo Leveling / 俺だけレベルアップな件

Apothecary Diaries /薬屋のひとりごと(Continued)

Delicious in Dungeon (Dungeon Meshi) / ダンジョン飯

The Villains Day Off / 休日のわるものさん

Undead Unluck / アンデッドアンラック(Continued)

Fire Hunter (Hikari no Ou) 2nd Season / 火狩りの王

High Hopes / Might Drop / Taking My Time

Sasaki and Peeps / 佐々木とぴーちゃん

The Witch and the Beast / 魔女と野獣

Doctor Elise / 外科医エリゼ

Cherry Magic (THIS ENGLISH TITLE LMAO) / 30歳まで童貞だと魔法使いになれるらしい (DEF WATCHING THIS ONE NOW)

Shangri-La Frontier / シャングリラフロンティア　(Continued)

Beyond Journey's End / 葬送のフリーレン (Continued)

Gonna Give Them A Few Episodes

Mashle Season 2

Fluffy Paradise / Isekai de Mofumofu Nadenade Suru Tame ni, Ganbattemasu (I'm doing my best in another world to pet fluffy creatures)

Ishura

The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic / 治癒魔法の間違った使い方

Blue Exorcist / Ao no Exorcist (OUT OF LEFT FIELD THIS ONE)

Delusional Monthly Magazine / Gekkan Mousou Kagaku

This is already insanely long, so the second half of this essay about what I think is below ↓↓↓↓

DEFINITE WATCH LIST

SOLO LEVELING - I've been waiting for the solo leveling anime since BEFORE the anime was ever announced, re-reading the webcomic/manhwa multiple times and just HOPING someone would animate these gorgeous shadows. It is a very well done power fantasy with only squints of romance, and while I'm sad it's been localized to Japan (and all the fuckery that comes with of Korean erasure), I got to see the first two episodes at the World Premiere and I. Am. So. Hype.

APOTHECARY DIARIES existed completely outside of my head space, and my initial response at the premise was, Raven of the Inner Palace? I wasn't actually expecting much from it and then the first few episodes BLEW ME OUT OF THE WATER and now I'm obsessed.

DUNGEON MESHI is one of those manga I've heard about, but tried reading and it was too slow paced for me (I say, currently slogging through The Boat Arc (TM) of Hunter x Hunter), but the anime gives it life and I think I'll enjoy this alot. I love cooking anime and fantasy, so this will be fun!

KYUJITSU NO WARUMONOSAN is just straight up Crow Bait. That curly bowl cut, the gap moe of a villain who loves cute things, and voiced by fricken Shintarou Asanuma!!! (I know him as Samatoki from HypMic, other's will know him from the "Fucking Bullshit" song from Carole and Tuesday, and a host of other roles) Also, all the pretty sentei / power ranger boys!!! I'm so hype, in the most relaxed chill way for this.

UNDEAD UNLUCK is so weird in that it involves a lot of random sexualization, but it doesn't make me uncomfortable like Seven Deadly Sin's random gropping did, maybe because there is actual implied consent involved. Fuuko and Andy are Poly and I love them for it. And the world building is TOP NOTCH.

FIRE HUNTER - If you haven't seen season one, you are missing out. A darkly beautiful post-post apocolyptic alternate Japan-esque world, from the POV of a young girl, and a young genius boy having to let himself be manipulated by capitalism to survive, and gods? a magic system? but so soft that it's barely there even while being a full on fantasy story.

High Hopes or Taking My Time

SASAKI AND PEEPS- What a weird little show that has the weirdest combination of isekai, the most "this is fine." salaryman, and a fricken' CHUNIBYO BIRB. I've already watched the first episode and it feels like there are two magic systems going on and its a bit confusing, so we will see how this plays out!

WITCH AND BEAST - I keep wanting to call this Beauty and the Beast, because the beast is a rad bad ass looking lady, and the witch is certainly one of the most beautiful undertakers I've ever seen. I think he carries his boyfriend around in his coffin backpack, so I'm hype to see WTF is up with that >o>

DOCTOR ELISE - Why do manhwa I read keep randomly popping up as anime??? This is a vilainess turned good story, and supposedly the market is full of these, but none of them are the good ones I've read, so I did a double take of happiness when I saw this. THIS ONE IS GOOD. An spoiled princess gets killed, is reborn in Korea and becomes a doctor, only to be killed by Airplane-kun, and winds up back in her old body where she decides to become a doctor again! The prince is even not your typical icy asshole! (although maybe he is a little at the beginning..)

CHERRY MAGIC - THIS FRICKEN ENGLISH TITLE GOOD LORDS ABOVE. I'm dying. I'm also excited to see this one play out and I'll be hiding behind a pillow giggling like a mad lad while I do. It's been a while since there's been a good BL that's not SAD (looking at YOU Given and Banana Fish, but avoids eye contact with Sasaki and Miyano) so hopefully it doesn't dip into that territory. Going into this one mostly blind as to the premise apart from the obvious Gap-Moe with the love interest.

SHANGRI-LA - I started watching this on a whim as the Fall season started to wind down, and found it to be a good potato chip to have on in the background. I'll probably continue watching it, but not weekly.

FRIEREN - This is what I watch when Jujutsu Kaisen hurts too much to keep going. I'm only a few episodes in, so it'll be slow going, but I think it's about to pick up it's pacing a little where I'm at, and it'll be good comfort food to have.

MAYBES

Mashle Season 2 - The pacing was SUPER WEIRD in the first season that despite all of it's shitting on the properties of she-who-shall-not-be-named, the end of the season kind of fell flat. I wanted to like it more, so I'm hoping Season 2 does that for me.

Fluffy Paradise - I love isekais with an adult in a child's body pretending to be just super smart, and this doesn't feel like it's going to do that, but still looks cute none the less. I'll give it a few episodes, but will quickly drop it if my watch list is too long.

Ishura - Is this what life is like for D&D Characters when they hit level 20? I HOPE SO. I LOVED the Legend of Vox Machina, and hope this has the same sort of vibes, but I'm going in blind!

The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic - Love me some fucked up healing magic. Please DO NOT let this be ANYTHING like Redo Healer. I refuse to watch that even those FUCKED UP HEALING MAGIC IS FUN. But this. This I want to see. Please let this also not be a harem. I'm fine with ~vibes~ but please no actual harem that's not actually Poly.

Blue Exorcist - THIS IS TOTALLY OUT OF NOWHERE. HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?????? I remember the last season feeling like a disappointment? But can't remember why? Gonna see if this is worth re-watching the seasons from like... a decade ago.

Delusional Monthly Magazine - I watched the PV and had no fucking clue what was happening. Therefore, I will be watching a few episodes to sate my curiosity about WTF OR possibly just get myself even more confused and rage quit. lmao

I've watched the first few episodes of a couple of these, and will be watching a few more tomorrow, so Next Goal: Post a write up or three about what I think!

[reioka-reads]

Title: Iron Widow

Author: Xiran Jay Zhao

Status: Keep

Series Continue: Yes

Okay. So. I’m going to preface this by saying that this has some spoilers in it. It’s only been a year so I’m aware that some people might still be on the waiting list at their library for this NYT Best Seller lol.

Anyway, sometimes I take a peep at the negative reviews on books to see if it changes my perspective and this time they absolutely did not. A lot of the negative reviews on this book have the same talking points: It feels rushed/some parts feel shoehorned in. And I agree. But you know what? Zhao does too. I remember them making a post somewhere (I follow them on both Tumblr and TikTok so it could have been either one) explaining how they had to cut back parts because it was their debut novel and in the publishing industry, the companies don’t like those novels to exceed a certain amount. Zhao, also, was not satisfied with their novel as it was published. Knowing that, I felt like I could see the parts where they cut back to fit into those guidelines. I think, if they hadn’t had to cut back, it would have been an even better book than it is.

That being said, I thought this book was great. I actually caught Zhao on TikTok and that’s what led me to reading the book (they are very funny and clever). It was an interesting premise and I enjoyed it. It felt very… refreshing, somehow? I’m not sure that’s the word I want but you know, after the inundation of vampires/werewolves/wizard schools the past few years, it was a breath of fresh air. I especially loved that the one-sidedness of the love triangle lasted maybe about a minute before all of these bi disasters decided actually no let’s be a true triangle. Good for them.

Zetian was brutality in its purest form. I love that for her. But I also loved the parts where she was vulnerable—where she allowed herself to be vulnerable in front of the men she loved. And how she refused to feel shame in front of others either. I also, for some reason, really like that she’s disabled? And it’s a focal point of the story, her constantly thinking about how she’s crippled and how it was supposed to make her desirable but all it did was make her life harder; how she’s constantly comparing her Lotus feet to the unmarred feet of her female peers and feeling envy and shame. It’s not a throwaway problem, it doesn’t get fixed, and I’m interested to see how it’s going to show up in the story in the future. I wish we could have seen Yizhi and Shimin fleshed out as much as she was, but the breadcrumbs that were dropped that I pieced together have me looking forward to maybe seeing more fleshing out in the sequel(s).

This story had so many twists and turns that I was constantly and genuinely shocked (delightfully so!) when they happened. I itched to get back to the book when I had to put it down; I wanted to know what happened next. I honestly didn’t expect the betrayal from the Black Tortoise and Shimin’s “death,” and I mourned with Zetian as soon as his qi reader hit zero. Then she actually found Qin Zheng and the yellow dragon! Piloted it herself!!! And then Shimin wasn’t dead and apparently the “gods” had saved him?! What the fuck!!!! And Yizhi simply killing his father with no remorse, no regrets. Qiu was probably the only person who figured out how Zetian truly ticked and he was so busy facing off with her that he didn’t even think his son could or would turn on him. My only beef is that Xiuying wasn’t alive to see Zetian crush her family to death, so that she could see that Zetian was stronger than her in every way.

I have more thoughts but I can’t really seem to articulate them, so I think I’ll leave this here. So bummed that the release date for Heavenly Tyrant has been pushed back, but I appreciate that Zhao is being transparent for their reasons. If pushing it back means a better story, I’m happy to wait.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dream - Chapter Nine.

Apologies the update is late, guys. I had one of my dearest friends home from America come and visit today, and I haven’t seen her for about ten years so it was good to sit and have a lovely long catch up with her! Thanks to those of you who are showing continued interest, even though I feel it has waned a little. In light of such, I’m going to lower the note count to 30 per chapter. Kinda don’t really know what else to do. 

I just hope people still love it and aren’t getting fed up. Maybe it’s too slow burn, I dunno, but at least this chapter brings them together in reality, so there’s that. I’ll just muddle along being an insecure mess, haha! 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight

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Words - 2,611

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“So, why Utah, mano?” Bishop asked, getting a few more details from Angel over his impending mini-break for three and a half days a few hundred miles north.  

“Thought I’d embarrass myself on a snowboard again. I ain’t all that on actual snow, even though I do well on a dry slope.”  

“Ahh,” Bishop sounded, seeming surprised. “You still at that, even after breaking up with Lucy? I kinda thought it was only for her benefit, you actually moving other than to lift heavy things.” True, Angel had only taken up the sport because of his ex and her passion for it, however, he’d stuck at it upon realising he was actually reasonably decent.

“Ahem, aren’t you forgetting something?” He immediately side eyed the person who he knew would betray his reply, one Sharise Reyes who had piped up, and who did not disappoint. “That isn’t the only reason! He’s going to meet a fine little honey up there, aren’t you, Cassanova?”  

Coco couldn’t help himself. “Pfft, Cassanova. Our boy is more...” he paused, snapping his fingers. “What was that beat up, shitty little British import car was got in the other day?”  

Bishop began to hiss with laughter immediately. “A Vauxhall Nova!”  

“Yeah,” Coco grinned. “He that.”

“Fuck all of y’all,” Angel spat, sinking a shot of tequila as his friends roared laughing. “And you, with your big yap!” he then added to Sharise, who just grinned with mirth.  

“So, who’s the chula, homes?” Coco asked, ready to fire out a little more razzing.

“Just a girl I got talking to on Insta initially, so yeah, gonna go up and meet her.” Only his brother and Sharise knew the truth, and as far as he was concerned, that was the way it would stay.  

Coco’s eyebrows rose. “Yeah? Lemme get a peep at her.”  

Angel took out his phone, finding a picture she’d sent him the other day of her new hair, having it chopped just above her shoulders and highlighted with blonde tones. Turning the screen to him, he smirked at witnessing Coco’s eyes practically fall out of his skull.  

“Damn, she fine as hell. What the fuck does she see in your crusty ass?” He received a raised middle finger for that comment, laughing hard as he handed Angel his phone back. Not even the razzing he received from everyone assembled at the table could dent him, though. He couldn’t wait to meet Keri in the flesh.  

As for the girl herself, she was utterly fizzing with excited nerves, looking forward to spending just over three days with him, which would have been just two, had she not had a study day on Friday, and only one lecture to get to on Monday afternoon. Her idea of a study day would be to take him snowboarding with Frankie and Rachel, Keri loving that it was something they had in common.

Every so often, though, a little flare of anxiety would streak through her, wondering if he, at thirty-six, would be content with hanging out with a bunch of twenty-two-year-olds, in the times where it wasn’t just them. Also, what if he didn’t like her in the flesh? What if the ease they felt towards one another only existed in their dreams?  

“Hey, can I get an answer here?”  

David’s words roused her from her thoughts, looking over to see him holding up two boxes of cereal.  

“Those, please,” she replied, pointing at the Cinnamon Toast Crunch. He placed them in the cart, locating Meryl’s chocolate and coconut granola and tossing the bag in, turning back to Keri. He’d finished early from work, collecting his stepdaughter at college and heading to the store so Meryl didn’t have to once she was done with her long day.  

“You seem a little distant this evening.”  

“Sorry,” she smiled, turning the corner of the aisle, picking up their regular brand of olive oil. “I’m just anxious about Angel coming up.”  

He made a silent ‘ah’ face, nodding in understanding. “You know, little, I’m glad you at least confided in me about him visiting, so I know where you’ll have disappeared to all weekend. Good plan too, having him stay at Frankie and Jaime’s with you. I know you have your unique time with him, but still, you don’t know him. Much safer, having your buddies close by. Frankie sure is efficient with that baseball bat, from all the home runs I remember her scoring on the high school team.”  

“Let’s hope he doesn’t turn out to be someone who needs to be Lucille’d, minus the barbed wire, huh?” she laughed, referencing one of the favourite TV shows, The Walking Dead.  

“No!” he exclaimed, picking up crackers. “Cheese or seeded?”

“Both, toss ‘em in!” She spied the brand of dried strawberry cookies she loved, placing those in as well, looking back up at David. “You’re not gonna tell her, are you?”

“Psht! Of course, I’m not! I’ll let you get your first meet with him over, decide if you feel like you’re gonna see him again, and then you can tell her. Yeah, she’ll likely be pissed that I didn’t share it with her, but we know how she is. She worries; she’s your mom, she loves you to death. Just make sure you check in with me a couple of times, though, so I know you’re alright.”

“Of course, I will.” She promised, continuing down the aisle. Looking at her watch, she despaired of herself, counting the hours. Fifty and a half to go, and he’d be landing in Provo at 6:30pm on Thursday. Seven hundred and eighty miles south, and someone else was feeling a few trepidations about that time, too.  

“You're nervous, aren't you? C'mon you can tell me, I won't say anything to EZ,” said Sharise, she and Angel sitting outside of the clubhouse together, enjoying the last of the warmth before the temperature dipped.

“I don’t know if nervous is the right word. Like, I’m not nervous about meeting her because she’s a girl I’m into, and I wanna see if there could be something there, but I am about what it’s all stemmed from. I dunno if that makes any sense to anyone else, but it does to me.”  

His revelation landed well with her, Sharise taking the blunt she had rested behind her ear and lighting it up. “I hear you, Angel. It’ll further cement her existence in reality, or more pertinently, your reality. I can imagine it’s s prospect that’s making your head spin, despite the fact you’re chatting to her regularly. Meeting her makes it a hundred percent real, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly it, Bob.” He hesitated for a minute, Sharise side eyeing him as she passed the blunt.  

“What else, Angel?”

He took a long drag, holding the smoke tightly in his chest, steadily exhaling it again in a thick plume down his nose. “I kinda don’t know how to play it. We say we’re just friends and shit, but it’s obvious that there’s a little more there. Attraction at the very least. She’s shy, though, and I don’t know how to be around shy women. I ain’t being arrogant, but I’m not used to that.”  

“That’s not arrogant, I mean you’re right, they do usually throw themselves at you and you have to do very little to instigate that. Just let Keri take the lead, hold back, add about a half pound of subtlety to your flirting. Be charming without being like a sexual A bomb going off.” Her hand gripped his shoulder, stroking his arm. “I have faith in you. See where it all goes, and if she seems comfortable, then there you go. I know you’re not always the best at picking up on subtleties...”  

He was immediately affronted, interrupting to voice such. “Hey, I can read cues!”

She scoffed softly, taking the blunt back from him. “A skill that’s entirely dependent on your alcohol intake, so just keep that to a minimum and you’ll be fine. Like I said, I have faith in you.”

“I’m glad someone does.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, resting his head to hers. If he had a best friend in the world, they came as a pair. His brother and Sharise. That night, he arrived home at 1am, crawling into bed and falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, finding himself in a dream.  

He walked a sunny beach, the wet sand warm and squidgy beneath his bare feet, seeing a figure standing further along the shoreline.  

“Nice ocean, huh?” Keri turned to him, smiling, reaching to give him a hug.  

“Yeah, it is.” She looked out over the crystal blue sea, her eyes finding the waves, the sunlight making the green hues in her hazel eyes sparkle like pale emeralds. “So, we meet up for real tomorrow. Not gonna lie, I’m kinda shitting myself.”

He laughed softly, a little grunt through his nose. “Why? It’s only me, and you do sort of know me a little bit already.”

She shrugged within his embrace. “I guess that’s true, but still.”

“You’ll be fine, we both will. It’ll be weird though, won’t it? Weird but good.”  

She was about to reply, but the dream changed suddenly, a large wave appearing out of nowhere and breaking onto the beach, pulling her beneath the water. Angel looked all around for her, running to the ocean and diving in, searching beneath the water for her to no avail. He then felt a pull within his abdomen, opening his eyes to see himself back in the white bedroom.  

Turning to his side, he saw her there, curled up asleep. He reached over, stroking her head with the back of his knuckle, Keri not stirring. He felt calm settle over him, slipping from the dream into undisturbed sleep.  

By the time the day of his departure came, he was a picture of chilled, merely experiencing little ripples of excitement rushing through him every time he thought about it throughout the morning. Keri, however...

“Beets! You're gonna have the college billing you for the groove you’re wearing in the carpet. Come sit, fuck! You’re exhausting me just witnessing the pacing!”

Up and down the study suite Keri paced, nerves twisting through her, little pulses of energy she had no idea how to get rid of or redirect making her feel nauseous. “I’m nervous, alright?”

Frankie tilted her head back, amusement playing her features. “Oh, really? I could never tell.”

“This is not the time for sarcasm,” she pouted, her wrist being caught as she was promptly steered into a seat.

“No, but it is the time for calming you down a little,” she spoke, grasping her hands, her thumbs stroking her knuckles. “So, what’s the plan? You gonna meet us at The Lounge later, or just head back to ours and bang the pull out into a brand-new shape?”

“Frances!”

She snort laughed immediately. “Oh god, you called me by my actual name. Must be bad!”

“What if he doesn’t like me?”

Frankie was even further entertained by that. “Sure, he’s flying over seven hundred miles to meet a girl he doesn’t like.”

“You know what I mean!” Keri pulled herself back then, taking a breath. “Sorry, that was a little sharp.”

She received a shrug, Frankie knowing well how wound up she could get. “S’okay.”

“You know what I mean though, right? What if he thinks I’m a total calamity?”

“You are a total calamity, beets. This is why we love you, though. I’m sure Angel will find that endearing. Just try not to spill anything on him.”

Her eyes widened instantly. “Oh god, don’t jinx me!”

Frankie clapped as she threw her head back, laughing hard. “You’re adorable, I swear. For real, though, try to calm down a little, save you making yourself all jittery. I would say let’s go for a few drinks, but you’re driving. I dunno, maybe do some deep breathing exercises?”  

“I think taking my mind off it might work, either that or I need to go and jog around the campus, rid myself of this nervous energy.”

“Nope, you’ll get all sweaty.” Ahhh, she made a good point. “Okay, I’m choosing Instagram funnies.” Frankie was glad to get a few laughs out of her, but she saw it clearly, the fact that beneath the cheerful veneer, she was still panicking. That mood lasted long into the early evening, too.

“What if he only wants to meet up so he can bang me?” she put to her friends, sitting with them in The Lounge, waiting for the time she had to leave. Twenty-two minutes and sixteen seconds. Yes, she was down to counting the seconds tick by.  

“Then is he really any great loss?” Jaime put to her.

“Alright, I guess that’s sensible.” Silence passed, Frankie and Jaime waiting on it, for they knew there’d be further musings added. “What if he takes one look at me, turns and walks away?”

Frankie snorted. “Now you’re just being ridiculous! You have that man all over your Insta, telling you how pretty you are, and all over you in your dreams, for crying out loud! Look, I know it’s early, but why don’t you leave now, get there nice and early, have a coffee, try not to spill it on yourself, and just woosah for a little while?”  

Woosah? She’d require about ten shots of tequila all sunk one after the other to achieve such a state of relaxed ambience, but agreed that Frankie’s idea was a good one, giving them both a hug before departing. Keri was glad to have taken that advice, the traffic absolutely hellish, since a burst pipe had meant the usual route she’d have taken to the airport now incurred a detour, one which crawled slowly, such was the volume of rerouted traffic.  

“Calm and easy, calm and easy.” she repeated to herself, trying not to think he’d be wondering if she’d stood him up, since the traffic meant she’d be arriving ten minutes after he’d landed. After parking, she hurried through the airport over to the correct terminal, finding it and seeing the gate had been shut, meaning all passengers had alighted. He was there, somewhere.  

“Hey, pretty girl.” Right behind her. That was where he was.

“Don't sneak up on me like that!” she cried, turning and then feeling her heart practically catapult out of her chest, witnessing him in the flesh for the first time. God, he was even more attractive in person. It made her feel weak inside, like it was finally confirmed to her. He was real, right there in front of her.  

“You walked past me, I was coming back from fetching my bag. Anyway, there's something more important here. I haven't been hugged yet.” Placing his bag down on the floor, he smiled down at her, opening his arms. It felt beyond strange to have her sink into them in reality, the whole situation hitting him in the chest, but god, it was wonderful.  

She fitted perfectly against him, just tall enough in her boots for him to be able to rest his chin atop her head as he held her, thinking to himself how tiny and cute she was, even more so than her pictures had shown.

As they stood there, content in each other's embrace, they didn’t speak, both a little spooked out at the craziness of it. After everything, there they were, the utterly inconceivable had drawn them together in reality, and for that moment, time stood perfectly still. They were more than happy to let it, too.

[raksh-writes]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡

Oh, this is always a nice one ^^ Thank you for sending the ask my way 💗 So, let's see:

1. Baldur's Gate 3! To no surprise Im sure xD I got re-obsessed recently, finished my first playthrough last friday and currently doing a second one, so Ive been gaming pretty much all my free time 😂🙈 Maybe not the healthiest thing, but Im having fun and it's getting me through the days, so ^^

2. My new group of friends at uni -- I was so surprised about this tbh. Half of our group knew each other before, half just came in (like me) for the master from other places, but somehow we clicked and not only are we planning an overnight trip next month, but Im also having lovely convos with several peeps from our group separately sooo yeah, that's been lovely ^^

3. Sun! Sunlight! Sunny, spring days!!! Gosh, I finally feel alive again 😩💗

4. Everything is blooming! All the fruit trees with all their pretty flowers!! Damn but I love the sight 🥺 we have a lot of fruit trees around the house, cherry, apple, peach and others, and they're pretty much all blooming rn and like it's gonna be gone in a couple of days, but until then, Im just taking it in and savouring the sight ^^

5. Watching a good movie/series -- Im currently watching Shogun and it's such a top tier show, omg. I'm not quite caught up, because I kinda wanna just wait for the last few episodes and binge them, but then again if I feel like watching an ep on any given day I know Im in for a Feast.

Welp, and that'd be it! Thank you for the ask again! This was fun to do ^^

[lawain-dimensional-heroes]

⭐ eheh i already know you filled out my interest checker but im interested to see if anything's changed in the short time we've been mutuals ^o^

MULTIMUSE MEME: Send a " ⭐ " and I will list muses I would be interested in throwing at yours, or potential muse combinations if you are also a multi.

Well you know Hanaka is one of them and I would like to toss her at any of the SEKAI muses you have-- I think she can be a kind sister figure to anyone! She gets along well with Emu already as we can see with out rather short interaction for now (which I still need to reply and plan to reply to it today dw!)

But anyway, let's get started with the muses I want to toss at yours at some point:

Hanasato Minori - Kind of an obvious one considering they come from the same school and they're from the same year, but I can totally see Minori and Emu getting along swimmingly! Two energetic and persistent balls of floof! One's an idol and one's a...Performer? (Very much new to Emu but I still love the pinkie!) Or just any of your Project Sekai muses!

Hatsune Miku (Or just any of the vocaloid muses of mine) - It'll be a fun thing to see any of your vocaloid muses and my vocaloid muses interact with one another-- especially with some if the differences ours have. I'd also enjoy my vocadorks interacting with the Sekai peeps too in the real world just to make them go like: Wait, the Vocaloids are real?

My brain just now want Len and your Len meet because of that spiderman meme and only for that meme-- why? Idk, but it's funky.

Nanada Maroon- Well, it's kinda obvious-- if there's Hanaka, there's likely Maroon too. Emu meeting Maroon would be so nice-- especially after she got introduced by Hanaka to Maroon. I can see him seeing Emu as an energetic lil sister figure, kind of like how Hanaka was in her very very early childhood.

There's a few more, but the list would be too big if I list them all sjfksfjkhkjsfhkj

[jlf23tumble]

Another one for your reports, I went to see the film today and the part of the city where I live I've always thought that there would be plenty larries but I was surprised to see not many larries in the theatre and it was in fact filled with solos and directioners! Everybody was gushing over the Freddie scenes and taking pics of those scenes. I think there may have been a shift in his fandom

Anon 2: At the Boston showing of AOTv too, there was cheering at the Larry hug but also cooing when Freddie was on screen. I wondered how ppl would react but they seemed to have been just fine.

Anon 3: Mid America anon reporting for duty: the audience was a mix of ages but most were in their 20s and 30s. Surprising number of teens and their parents (I say surprising bc they must have been super young during 1D days). Most wearing Louis merch. At least one sweatshirt with H &L’s tattoos. Very quiet experience with a few laughs, especially at Oli. Can’t wait to hear your takeaways when you see it! They tried to cover A LOT of ground in 2 hours. But it was an enjoyable 2 hours, and there’s definitely several things that got me thinking. I’ll put those on my own blog though lol. Have a good night!!

Anon 4: 100% pandemic baby to this fandom via Harry and nope, don’t know/care about Louis bio dad status. Larry can absolutely still have been/be a thing regardless of how the child was conceived. However, I also don’t love ANY celebrity using their child for marketing/promo/PR which this feels like to me, especially coming from someone who doesn’t even live on the same continent as their kid. So yeah I will accept louis as a dad but I can’t say I respect his public parenting choices (yet! He can improve).

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Just gonna group because I am not one of those skrole doon blogs with endless walls of shite, but I love this!

Anon 1: I feel like it's miniscule shift, but I do feel like it's coming, the bigger blogs I check when I'm in lurk mode are huge holdouts, but I know they sniff the winds and shift accordingly, so we shall see!

Anon 2: Sounds like you saw some people who said we unconditionally support Louis, and they actually have zero conditions! #rare!

Anon 3: Ooooh, curious about your blog, feel free to DM me so I can lurk at my leisure! Love the love for #olithesevoices, have my own thoughts on the age demo breakdown

Anon 4: I feel like I can predict the other peeps in your following list, and to that I say we see less than 1% of Louis's life as a parent, and judging him for it based on that 1%, hard pass, not for me.

[ingo4you]

LIGHT REMAINS LIGHT, EVEN IF THE BLIND DOES NOT SEE IT.

LEV NIKOLAYEVICH TOLSTOY

Goosebumps told me we were close.I raised my head tiredly and outside the window of the bus I saw an endless sea of ​​trees that were irradiated by the sun's rays. It was morning and there was a chill in the air, along with the scent of conifers and nature. And the memories started to come back again, one by one, each of them gave me a bigger and bigger slap that woke me up from my sweet sleep to harsh reality. I'm back at camp.I've always hated it here so much. My mom has been sending me here since I was ten years old, because she used to go here too and she really liked it, because they turned little girls into big ladies. I don't know exactly who came up with that idiotic idea, but a proper woman is made of a girl by making her cook, embroider, go on twenty-mile marches into the Canadian woods, and give them trails of courage among bears and wild beasts. It's kind of like a Girl Scout, except I never wanted to be a Girl Scout. So I guess I'll just suffer through the ten days with a fake smile on my face while they poke me in the back not to slouch. Such is Světlušek camp. Boring and pointless.It wouldn't be so bad if someone was here with me. Unfortunately, I didn't find anyone here in those eight years, and if I did, he was only here for one year. The trip here was really expensive and the operation of the camp was even more demanding. The road leads here through forests and canyons, because the camp is completely isolated and everything we eat here is caught, grown, plucked or stolen from each other. Moral for one.

As soon as the bus jerked to a halt, all the girls who, unlike me, were either excited or were here for the first time and didn't know what was waiting for them, ran out. Sighing, I climbed out with my massive backpack and stood on a familiar plain with a flag on a pole in the middle and cabins around the edge. The morning sun was shining and the wind was blowing, the birds were singing, it looked quite nice. That is, until Bianca came along."Line up girls!" she started yelling and clapping her hands like a tango teacher. She wore a white shirt and black riding breeches, which she probably never took off. Her gray-infested brown hair was neatly tied into a tight bun, which she tried to smooth out the wrinkles.With one elegant movement, she pulled out a list of names from her purse, and we couldn't even make a peep the whole time she was summoning us. Because when someone spoke, she pulled out a riding whip and slammed it on the ground, which gave me about three heart attacks. She was a crazy woman.And the camp looked like that too. Spartan facilities and heating only via fireplaces in the main cabin and small cabins. After everyone's names were called, we received blouses similar to the one she was wearing and hideous plaid skirts that covered our knees. Practical when digging flower beds.Even though this was an all-girls camp, I was more shy than I had ever been in my life. We hated wearing skirts, especially ones that were twenty years old and smelled musty. I just tried to bite the bullet and took my half ton suitcase into the cabin to slide it under the bunk and begin my ten day depression.

Bianca thought it would be wonderful to start the camp with a five-hour field trip. After those few hours, the only thing that was jumping in my head were the names of mosses and plants, which she was telling us the whole time, and every time she mentioned that we would have a competition in the camp to see who could list the most of them. It was always followed by a chorus of sighs, even from the girls who were optimistic that this camp would be fun.Almost three days of spartan training had passed and the only thing each of us was looking forward to was sitting by the fire in the evening. It turned out that some of the girls had smuggled marshmallows into the camp to roast and were happy to share with the rest of the camp. I also had the feeling that we were all united at that moment, huddling in the cold, trying to get some warmth from the fire, tearing marshmallows into pieces so that everyone could get them. Meanwhile, those of us who retained at least a modicum of common sense told stories and jokes, and everything was pretty good.The only ones not joining in on the fun were a certain group of girls who started throwing disdainful looks every time our circle started laughing. They probably thought we were all childish, stupid and immature, because apparently everyone except them is.They especially focused on one girl who was currently sitting to my left. Her name was Katrina and she was the quietest of our group. She always sat with her knees together and her hands on them, and her back was always as straight as a ruler. She was a typical gray mouse with a beautiful face that she tried to hide behind black rimmed glasses. She was quite pretty for being Bianca's niece.We all liked her very much, but the unpleasant group always had a crush on her, apparently because the appointed leader of the camp was always shouting at them. But poor Katrina was not to blame, she was the exact opposite of her. I don't know why, but for the next two days she always sat next to me, always quiet and just watching the forest and the stars.After a few more days, two girls went missing while walking and Bianca started to go crazy. She looked for them along with a couple of older girls around the edges of the forest, afraid that if they went too far, they would get lost like the two poor girls.

That day, everyone sat by the fire in silence. They just whispered to each other and cast hopeful glances at the forest. But after the girls, the ground collapsed."This isn't the first time someone has been lost here," she spoke for the first time since Camp Katrina. I just gave her a surprised look, her voice was quiet and measured, which I wouldn't expect from such a fragile girl."Has that happened to anyone before?""Yeah.. long before that.. when I was little.""Well… and who exactly..?""One girl has been coming here since the beginning of the camp. Her name was Rochelle and as far as I can remember we never really found out who she really was or where she came from. She was.. strange. She is always very pale and has almost silver hair. Bianca said she was albino and couldn't go out in the sun, so she preferred to go out at night. For example, on the trails of courage and so on..." she licked her lips and adjusted her glasses.“But it wasn't weird..she was obsessed with fireflies. I don't know if she was trying to impress Bea by being interested in the camp mascot, but I've never seen anyone so fascinated by insects. In the evening, she often went to the Meadow of Fireflies behind the southern forest and caught them in jars to bring them to the cabin, where she dissected them for hours to find out as much as possible about them. She liked their wings very much and made a collection of them on a bulletin board, where she pinned them with pins. Bianca said we shouldn't pay much attention to her, she lives in her own world and all… but she was so nice. She helped everyone, she was nice to us, it was just... this scared us.""Well, I don't know, I also know boys who collect bugs and tear off their wings." I laughed, but her traumatized expression froze my laughter immediately.

One by one we humiliatingly walked up to Bianca and drew our order out of a hat. 17 out of thirty girls fell for me. That wasn't so terrible.I tried to at least calm myself by basically being in the middle, there had to be someone who drew 1 or 30. That would have been much worse.

But as I watched the girls walk one by one, begging the camp leader to at least let them go in pairs, my nerves started to get a lot more tense. But when it was my turn and I was given a map with a flashlight, I had to overcome my fear and walked into the forest, all knocked out.The path was different every year, but this year at least Bianca had mercy and gave us a red ribbon every fifty meters just to be sure. It wasn't because she liked us or felt sorry for us, but because she was afraid of losing more girls. And that would be the end."Back in two hours!" Bea called me and I just swallowed. Two hours? Why can't we have half an hour like other camps?At this moment, unfortunately, I couldn't do anything about it, so I turned on the flashlight and followed the map into the forest. I was so shaken and controlled by fear that I did not notice until a quarter of an hour later that I had gone astray. And no streamers around me.I didn't even have any reference point to turn back to, everything merged into a rich mix of trees, stones and stumps. And dead silence around me.I suddenly felt so small and helpless. Everything was dark and even my flashlight looked like it couldn't go any further."Trail for two hours and she'll give me this scumbag." I tried to take out and put in the flashlights, but the light just flickered quietly and died. It was dark.And so I ran, everything merged into one another, empty around me, not even a living being anywhere, just an endless mess of trees and plants, leading me deeper into the forest.And after an hour I saw the light. And not just one. Thousands of little lights.

Fireflies

I had no other reference point to follow. And so I followed them. A meadow full of fireflies spread out in front of me and I immediately thought of Rochelle. This was her meadow. And no wonder she adored it here.

All around me were clouds of little bugs with lights and I felt like Snow White in a fairy tale. The stress and fear seemed to leave me, leaving behind a pleasant warm feeling of tenderness. I understood it. She couldn't go to the light during the day, so she looked for light at least in the dark.And after a while I even saw a red ribbon on a branch. A smile immediately appeared on my face. I let the fireflies be fireflies and hurriedly ran towards the streamer, which was gently swaying under the force of the wind. I felt an incredible relief when I got to him, I had to ask him if this wasn't a dream.

JiBut this wasn't a streamer.It was something wet and slippery. I took out my dying flashlight for the last time and shined it on him. A human intestine dangled from a branch above me.Paralyzed, I turned off the flashlight and backed away. I looked at my hand, which was covered in blood and excrement. This is real. This was from a human body.I grabbed my map and flashlight and ran far and away from where the "ribbon" was. Warning lights flashed through my head telling me to get out of there immediately.My legs wobbled and my breathing got harder with each step. Dark brown streaks of trees just swirled around me until I saw the light. They weren't fireflies. It looked like a normal light, coming from a large camp hut. Where else to go?It wasn't safe out here.And so I raced on to the cabin and didn't even bother knocking, fear would force me to rush straight inside the cabin and immediately lock it behind me. As soon as the flickering in front of my eyes stopped and I began to breathe normally, I immediately noticed the sharp, disgusting stench that irritated my nose. And across from me, in the middle of the room, there was a source of light – two quite distinctly glowing… things. I couldn't focus in the dark, so I took out my flashlight and turned it on.To the left and to the right, the dead bodies of the girls from the camp were stacked on the beds and counters. Of some, only a skeleton remained, dressed in camp clothing, some were in the stage of decomposition, and two of them were in such a condition that I still recognized them. They were two girls from the camp. But all the corpses had something in common.They had crushed bones in their bodies. And they had fabric wings sewn onto their backs.I pointed the flashlight in the middle and saw a human corpse standing in front of me. A pale bony body, stained with blood and scarred. The pale skin was almost translucent and you could see how the plucked tufts of hair were growing from the clearly visible skull. The carcass had a crushed left side in which the broken bones had been replaced by sticks. The white, now gray dress was soaked in blood at that spot, with feasting maggots moving beneath it. The missing eyes were replaced by glowing embers that emitted the light that brought me here. They were just like the other dead girls.Except this one wasn't dead."Do you know that fireflies have amazing vision even in complete darkness?" she smiled at me and quietly walked towards me.Shaky legs seemed to want to quit as I tried to get back to the door and unlock it. The flashlight fell out of my hand in shock and I couldn't feel the key in the dark.

“They can go by smell, hearing and vibration….”

She slowly walked towards me."Or they are guided by instinct... They have to find food..."I don't know how many days I've been here, but I feel like my time is running out.I have no idea about the time, all the windows are boarded up and the only way out of the cottage is at Rochelle's. She had her name written on an old camp name tag she still had on her dress.I hide under the bed in the room on the first floor. I can't even move because I would make noises. And she hears them. He hears everything. Apparently the absence of sight enhanced her other senses. She's constantly walking around in the dark and making weird smacking noises, she must have somehow learned how to use echolocation. Even if I was quieter and tried to slip past her, she would catch me.She has already passed by the room where I am hiding once. Her hands were all black and burnt from the coals she shoves into her eye sockets. He's crazy. She's wearing extra wings that she probably forced one of the girls she kept prisoner to sew. And I see that even then they tried them on when they involuntarily jumped off a cliff.And she acts like a firefly. She flails around to rearrange her wings, makes similar noises, and when she feels that the coals are dying out, she puts in another one. And I see that it also fulfills cannibalism.I can't go out. As she is handicapped by blindness, she knows about everything that goes on in the cottage. And he always has those huge knives in his hands. And on his shoulder is a small bag with scalpels.I just hope Bianca doesn't care that three girls from her camp are missing and he sent a patrol after us. I firmly believe that.

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Diary dated 2001,

MayFound in 2015 with the skeleton of a young girl with dead embers in her eye sockets.

original by EYELESS JACKIE

[chaosintheavenue]

Fallout Bang Summary Post

Most of the pieces created for the 2020 Fallout Bang event have now been posted (there are a handful of pieces with deadline extensions left to come in, which will be added to this post in future). Here’s a little index/summary in case you missed any!

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A Little Closer

Writing by @nonopi Art by @commonwealthcommoner​

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Dear Hearts And Gentle Nightkin

Writing by @roachvalentine Art by @sarsaparilla-star

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I’d Rather Not Die Young

Warnings: Blood Writing by @mouseclarke Art by @i-aviy

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Just The Way You Are

Writing by @nukaworld-nora

Art by @mutantenfisch

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Midnight Snack

Writing by @pchberrytea Art by @euclidsefinder

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Mistaken Identity

Writing by @chaosintheavenue Art by @itisadragon

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Noir, Autumnal

Writing by @bellzaboohuffin Art by @brofligate

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Nuclear Family

Writing by @scipiolyoko Art by @checkered-madness

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Radiation Family

Writing by @lady-luck-courier Art by @catbunblue302

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Stories

Writing by @euclidsefinder Art by @hydroflorix

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The Beginning And The End

Warnings: Blood, violence, suicide mentions Writing by @gaybabylegs Art by @bigmoodquotes

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We All Go Together

Writing by @unconfirmedbachelor Art by @bigmoodquotes

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What Happens In New Vegas...

Writing by @theuntitledwriter Art by @mitsybubbles

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With A Little Help From My Friends

Writing by @aspiringhorrorauthor Art by @paladinthrockmorton

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And so, that's a wrap... for now. Current plans are to host a second, longer Bang with a specific theme in the new year, so look out for information on that! Oh, and our Discord server will remain open for general chatter and use of the writer and artist spaces, but anyone who isn't interested in using those is absolutely free to leave if they wish!

Before I ‘officially’ close this event, I‘d like to send a huge thank you to everyone who participated and helped to make this event what it was, with special thanks to those who took on two partners (namely, bigmoodquotes, euclidsefinder and theuntitledwriter) and blessed me with their Discord know-how (commonwealthcommoner and mouseclarke)!

[twinkleallnight]

CROSSROADS

Hello everyone! I am alive. That's what you feel when you write after almost one year. This is my submission for @choicesprompts hosted by @angelasscribbles and@dcbbw . A big shoutout for both these ladies who held my hand as i took baby steps into the writing arena again.

I would also like to announce a Tag-list clean up because I have recently resurrected so there may be people who moved on. Totally fine. Please drop in a reply or message if you want to be tagged. I am going to tag only few in this who have peeped in to check on me past few months.

Book: RoE and TRR crossover

Characters: Leo, Katie

Word count: 1608

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Mature

Warning: Angst?

Prompt: @choicesprompt appears in italics.

This is in future. Leo left the cruise and Katie married William. She had no idea who Leo really is.

The cool wind pushes my hair back as I walk along the familiar path, every step taking me deeper into the past. It’s been years since I’ve been here; everything is different.

Everything is the same.

I’m not paying attention to the present as I walk, I’m too lost in memories of long ago. That’s why I don’t notice the person walking towards me until I hear a familiar voice call my name.

I freeze. It can’t be. What are the odds?

I lift my head as my eyes dart wildly around before finally landing on a face I’d recognize anywhere, even now.

“It’s you.”

“Surprise, surprise.” He shrugs his shoulders, his hands tucked in the pockets of his jacket. His attire looks expensive and pretty stylish unlike I saw him last time. One thing that hasn’t changed is his looks. Against the backdrop of the Acropolis, his charming smile seems unaltered even after fourteen years.

“What are you doing here?” I can not hide the excitement in my voice.

“Well, I told you when we first met, I belong to a small island here. In fact, I should be asking you, what are you doing here?”

“I came with my husband.” I wince inside. I should have skipped that detail.

“William Sloan.”

My eyes widen, “You know?”

He gives his signature smile and brings up the past casually. “When you are waiting for someone and that someone walks away with another man, right in front of your eyes, you know.”

“I am sorry Leo, but…”

He raises his hand cutting me mid sentence, “That’s absolutely fine, Katie. You made your choice. Everyone has the right to. I made mine.”

“Not all choices turn out to be right decisions, do they?” My eyes search his with some hope. What was I thinking?

“You are not happy with William.” Instead of asking, he just makes a statement. As if he knows it all. How does he always know everything?

“How can you say that?” I jut out my jaw defensively.

“Well, I see you walking all alone in the ruins of Acropolis brooding to yourself.”

“Even you are alone.” I try to prove my point. Mistake!

“I never said I am alone. I am with someone.”

“There you go again. Always talking in puzzles and keeping an air of mystery around you.”

“I know I did not reveal my true identity to you on that cruise. But I did plan to tell you everything that night at Captain’s Ball. If only, you would have…..” his voice trails off.

My thoughts drift to that night for a moment. If only…. I had chosen Leo, we would be walking hand in hand now, there would be a life to be happy about, some love to hold me maybe, and a child perhaps! But I cannot let Leo know that. I try to protest.

“I chose William, because he had a stable business, he would have understood my inheritance and my family background.” Why am I trying to argue?

Leo chuckles, “I must say, your inheritance and his business together must be a perfect formula for a happy life then.”

“At least I am not roaming around the roads on a motorbike like a nomad.” I say with a bite in my tongue. As if hurting him will relieve my pain.

“You are right. But sometimes wandering helps find the aim of your life. Sometimes getting out of your rich robes helps to understand the struggles in a life of a common man.”

“Rich robes, huh?” I fan out my hands gesturing at his clothes. “Mr President was surveying the life of commoners. Did you make some great amendments to the law?” I ask sarcastically.

“I can say proudly, I did.” He swells up his chest with pride.

“So, you are a President? Of Timbuktu?”

He gives out a hearty laugh, his head falling back. It’s infectious. I find myself smiling at my own joke, with him.

After a moment, he is suddenly serious and closes the distance between us. I can see his eyes turning to a darker shade of blue. When he is an inch away, he tilts his head, his gaze piercing, he questions, “What happened to the girl who followed the rules?”

My eyes well up and I break the eye contact, looking far away at a distant lone pillar. “Rules don’t work always. Sometimes they ruin what we have.”

“Then make your own new rules.”

I look at him puzzled.

“Come, let’s walk.” He gestures at the narrow muddy track with rocks on either side. I quietly follow.

“Katie, you had love in your life but the next moment you had a lot of money as an inheritance and no love. Yet you kept going.” He stops and admires me, “Even when life was unfair, you never lost hope.”

Is it me? It sounds like he is talking about someone I knew a long time ago. He starts walking again and I trudge along.

“You paved your own path. You bent some rules and faced the challenge thrown at you.” He halts again and turns towards me. “And you know what the best part was?”

I keep looking at him quizzically. He gives a wide smile before speaking again.

“In the short time I spent with you, I saw the bond you shared with your family. You ran back to them even after all the hardships. That Katie, was a lesson for me. I am glad I met you. You played an important role in my decisions and that made me what I am today.”

“I helped you?” I ask him in disbelief.

“You did! I learnt it from you.”

I flay my arms away. “No, no, no! it wasn’t supposed to be like this. I am not the Katie you knew once.” I hide my face in my hands.

Leo holds my wrists and pulls down my hands. “Look at me, Katie. Even I am not the same adventurous crazy guy.”

I raise my damp eyes meeting his gaze. He is still holding my hands in his. “The man you met long time ago was a person running away from his responsibilities, abandoning his people because he was too weak to fight against the wrongs. But meeting you made it all right for me. I carried back the memories of you, your determination to make things right, your spirit to keep it bright.”

I shake my head unable to take it all. I feel the pain I have been through. William has been through. The hurdles we tried to overcome and, in the bargain, falling apart. “I am sure you didn’t have to break the rules and hurt someone to do it all.”

“Katie, you were the one who refused to accept the rules that would harm your dear ones.” He holds my shoulders, as if waking me from my slumber, “If you are done sulking over few lost moments, get up again. If you did it once you can do it again. If you could bring a change in a person like me, you can change anything.”

“I can?”

“Only you can.”

We walk in silence along the track for sometime. He gives me time to mull over my thoughts and to revive back. We come to the part where the narrow lane meets the main atrium.

“Do you still ride on a motorbike?” My curiosity speaks out.

“No.” he grins. “I have had my share of exploration.”

“Guess your expedition gave quite a direction to your life.”

“Much more. I learnt to be a better person and embrace what I have.”

“And yet you stand alone here. Just like me?”

“As a matter of fact, I am not.” He looks at the ground as if he is trying to decide whether to tell or not. Eventually, he points at a young boy in a distance. A tall graceful lady stands with him, their backs towards us. They are busy discussing something looking at the pillars around. “I came here with my wife and son. He wanted to see this place. Curious little archaeologist in making there.” Leo’s blue eyes shine proudly as he fondly talks about his son.

My heart sinks again. He has what I wished for. A family. A family that stays together. Suddenly, I want to hide away all the sadness in my life. I don’t want him to know how empty my life is.

“So, the mystery man does have a family. Good for you.”

“Thanks to you. You see my wife, Madeleine. I was running away from one who had loved me all my life just because I was burdened with unwanted responsibilities that meant doing things that were against my principles.”

“Who are you?” I know him more today yet I don’t know him.

He smiles, “Lets keep that conversation for the next time. Today when I saw a gloomy Katie treading through these rocks, I felt the urge to come and remind her who she really is. What she can really do. And how many lives she has touched. That’s all you need to know and focus on for today. Leave me where I was and take your next step ahead. Life is waiting for you. He waved walking away from me.

I turn to face the setting sun and face my world. With newly restored courage, with newly found aim, with new hope.

I grab my phone and dial to hear the voice that has soothed me most all these years.

“Hello, Katie?”

“William…..” I do what I did the best. Rekindle the love. Get back home.

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[ladeeferal]

Big heads up if you follow me.

Yes I'm a trans women, one that is lucky to pass enough for society to accept me as a women but a lot of trans women are not so lucky, if you fetishsize the trans women community you need to reevaluate how you look at us as a group in general real we are just women wanting to fit in society and live our lives just as a cis person but all the cis people in my comments and other Tumblr users are very disgusting and need to stop the idea that trans women are just a toy for you is absurd, as well as the fact that you treat us lower than you would a cis women, there is no respect and a lot of trans women have left Tumblr from this very reason. Spreading the native that trans women are just cross dressers or just sissy/sissies that are just men that one to have sexual interaction with men is wrong and does a lot of damage to our community and these cuts are deep because not only does affect us hear your remarks and beliefs affect us in everyday of life because it spreads to every corner of the internet and in person interactions being called a sissy or shemale is extre.ly toxic and rude. This language from now in my comments will be removed and deleted to keep it a safe place for other trans women to see my transition and how far I've come on this journey. The journey we take is not by choice, we rather be cis so just please treat us kindly and accept us for who we are. Thank you.

Now for a little HRT update!

Year 0 (zero)

This is me pre transition pre hrt just to find myself and be comfortable with who I am as a person and truly be me.

Year 6 of hrt

After 6 years I'm starting to feel better than everything I had my surgery planned back for last year but because of covid that canceled I'm waiting now to get back on the wait list to try again we have some set backs here and there and sometimes they are big but I'm super excited to see myself after I get surgery I'm going to be able to love myself more and be able to be who I truly am on the Inside!

I will contuie to post my progress as time goes on this my secondary account since my first one got nerfed back on the big Tumblr ban a few years ago because shared breadt growth updates. I'm hopping I can get back up to my orig 6k followers let's see if we can make it again ^0^

P.S if you are trans and just starting feel free to message me about any questions youay have about my journey and what to expect. Or if you have any other questions please ask my dms are open for apropite conversation and questions my ask box is also open if you think your questions can help out other trans peeps.

Thanks again for anyhave you guys have stuck with me through these last 6 years it's been a wild journey and I can't wait to show my progress and how my life will look like going forwards!

[idy-ll-ique]

no harm done

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x f!reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: one mention of a gunshot

requested: nope

word count: 1.6k

summary: y/n works at a bank. one day, three people show up at the bank for a robbery; they work for the most feared crime boss in all of the country, james barnes. who also happens to be y/n's ex boyfriend. but upon seeing her, she is instantly recognized by them and the bank is spared. why? because she is on his 'no harm' list. when she finds this out, y/n decides to pay him a visit, wondering if he still thinks about her. (spoiler alert: he does)

author's note: hiya peeps! enjoy!

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A loud gunshot made several people scream as everyone turned around. At the entrance of the bank stood three people: one woman and two men, whom everyone instantly recognized. Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton and Peter Parker. "Get away from the counter!" Natasha shouted and everyone scurried away from the counter.

Y/N, an employee, sat frozen in place as the youngest man approached her, staring at her with narrowed eyes. All of a sudden, his eyes went wide and he took a step back, turning to his fellow… criminals. They, too, looked at her as he whispered something to them. "We are extremely sorry, ma'am," Natasha apologized immediately.

Y/N blinked, her hand below the counter ready to call the police but I guess it wasn't necessary anymore. "You're, um, you're forgiven?" she replied slowly. The three criminals instantly left the bank as the other citizens looked over at Y/N, who returned their confused glances with her equally as confused ones.

"Did they know you?" a person asked as the atmosphere steadily returned to normal. "I didn't know them," Y/N offered and the day continued as usual.

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As Y/N stood in line at Starbucks waiting for a coffee, she looked around and saw a familiar looking man sitting there, sipping on his coffee while talking to someone on the phone. Upon receiving her coffee she made up her mind and decided to approach him, making him look up as she stood next to his table.

His eyes widened like they had a few months ago. "Ma'am," he greeted her and she gestured to the seat in front of him. "Can I sit?" He nodded and she sat in front of him, leaning back on the chair. "Do you… do you know me?" she blurted out and he pursed his lips.

"Everyone who works with Barnes knows you." At the name, Y/N froze. There was only one Barnes she knew, and she was pretty sure only one Barnes knew her. "You don't mean Bucky Barnes," she whispered and the man in front of her, Clint, nodded. "I do mean him. He runs a very feared crime syndicate in the country, and he, well… he has you on the 'no harm' list. Do you two have history?" Y/N nodded.

"We, um, we used to date back when we were both in high-school. But then some family emergency happened… it was a peaceful breakup and after that I kinda lost touch with him… does he live here now? In this city?" Clint let out an 'oh'. "He does, yeah. Is there any chance you'd like to meet him? Because I can take you now." Y/N shook her head.

"Sorry, I'm busy today. Can you give me his address? I can visit sometime later." Clint readily gave her Bucky's home address and Y/N got up, bidding him adieu as she left Starbucks, thoughtfully sipping on her coffee. Well well well, life just got interesting…

She hadn't really lost feelings for Bucky, per se. Y/N thought of him often, always wondering where he was now and what he was doing. "I guess I found out today," she muttered to herself. A crime syndicate? He was their leader? His father seemed shady back then but she didn't think Bucky was that kind of a man…

And him putting her on a 'no harm' list? Did he think of her, just like she did? Maybe he still liked her too? She couldn't wait to visit him.

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"Ye— oh. Oh, lord. Ma'am! Come in, come in please!"

Y/N sent a forced smile towards Peter, who had opened the door to the house. A few days had passed since Y/N and Clint met at Starbucks and she was currently standing outside Bucky's mansion. Well, inside now, maybe. "Hi, Peter, isn't it?" He nodded immediately. "Such an honor," he gushed and Y/N smiled.

"Where is your boss? I'm here to meet him."

"You, um, you'll have to wait, I'm sorry. He's in a meeting right now." Y/N waved her arm dismissively. "I've got all the time in the world," she smirked as Peter led her to the sitting room. Inside sat Natasha Romanoff along with another lady Y/N recognized to be Wanda Maximoff. They instantly stood up at her arrival.

"Miss Y/N, pleasure! What brings you here?" Wanda chuckled nervously as Y/N sat down, crossing her legs. "Oh, came to see your boss, but he's in a meeting, I suppose. I can wait." Natasha hurried to the dining table and poured out a glass of water, handing it to her.

"The boss will be extremely thrilled to see you, he does talk about you a lot," Wanda spoke as Y/N chugged the glass of water. "Does he, now? Fantastic, I can't wait to see him either." All of a sudden, there was a slew of footsteps coming downstairs and Y/N turned around just in time to see Bucky entering the room, Steve and Sam behind him.

He froze when he saw her. Y/N stood up, her eyes filling with happy tears as she took in Bucky's appearance; he had lost quite a lot of face fat that he had in high school, making his jawline appear sharper. He also had a wonderful stubble and fluffier hair, but his eyes were still the same: full of light and determination. "Bucky," she whispered.

Bucky instantly ran to her and hugged her without second thought; he had missed her quite a lot. He was only 18 when he'd taken over the family business— running the most feared mafia in the entire country. He was forced to delete Y/N's number from his phone and cut off all contact with his friends.

After taking over the business he'd sneakily met her one night and made up a lie about moving away and wanting a breakup. It was peaceful, but Bucky still felt guilty about lying. Not to mention he still loved her, even after all these years. He'd thought if she knew what he was, what his work was, she'd never look at him the same again.

A breakup he could handle but her looking at him like he was a monster? There was no way he'd be able to handle that. "Y/N, you're here. Oh my God, I missed you so much," he whispered into her shoulder, pulling her impossibly close, uncaring that everyone was watching. "I missed you too," she whispered back, "But you lied to me." Bucky pulled away.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I had to. What I do is too dangerous and I can't risk the lives of anyone close to me. My father forced me to break up with you. I didn't want to but I understood his reasoning. It's too unsafe, what if something happens to you?" Y/N shook her head, letting her tears fall free.

"No, I— I still like you, I can't— don't do this to me, please Bucky," she begged and Bucky's own tears flowed when he heard her feeble voice. "God knows I still like you too, sweetheart, but I'm sorry. I have to say no. I can't risk it. Do you know many people are on my back constantly? Once they find out about you, it'll be like a witch hunt—"

"Fine, I'll go," Y/N hissed all of a sudden, not able to contain her annoyance as she stormed past him, walking to the front door to leave. "King of fumbling the bag," Peter sneered as Natasha and Wanda followed Y/N. Bucky stared at the floor, wanting nothing more than to just run after her and beg her to stay.

But he knew he couldn't. He loved her so much that he didn't want to be with her, only because his line of work was too risky. "Dude, are you kidding me?! After all these years, you find out she still likes you and you let her go?! Just like that?!" Steve shouted at him. Bucky's head went lower with shame.

"You don't know," he muttered, "I'll only be risking her life. I love her, Steve, if something happens to her, I don't— I don't know how I'll live. For all this time, the thought of her has kept me sane and going. Knowing she's out there somewhere, living life to the fullest, still alive… if I bring her into my mess…"

"What mess?" Sam chided too, "Look at you! Everyone in the country fears you, all the other syndicates, their bosses, they respect you a lot! You've got top notch security and you're telling me your job is unsafe?! At this point, it just sounds like an excuse to not be with her." Bucky's eyes snapped towards Sam.

"Don't say that!" he roared, "I do love her! I just— you know what—" he whirled around to run after Y/N but froze when he saw her standing right behind him, her hand covering her mouth as a teardrop rolled down her eye. Bucky immediately pulled her into his arms once again, apologizing profusely.

"Don't go. Please, don't leave me again, I love you so much, Y/N," he whispered and Y/N burrowed closer to him, smiling. "I love you too, Bucky, feels so good to be back into your arms after so long." He laughed and dropped a kiss to her head, rubbing her back. "Are you sure about this?" he whispered.

"Never been more sure about anything, Barnes. You heard Sam, your job might not be safe but you are. And I trust you, so it won't ever be a problem," she assured him and he sighed, melting into her arms.

Everyone around them only smiled at each other. "I guess you didn't fumble the bag this time, good for you."

"Shut up, Parker."

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a/n: thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

[bemylord]

todo finding out that his s/o is takada-chan’s younger sister

rq: Hey Ny👋 i would like to request something. Can you write a Drabble about Todo finding out that his s/o is Takada-chan’s younger sister? I thought it would be funny, you don’t have to do this but I appreciate it.🙏

characters: aoi todo x fem!reader.

warnings: just todo being overdose with his s/o and takada-chan. it's super fondness and funny + au. my grammar mistakes.

butler's remark: (^◕ᴥ◕^) hello lord, it's me with a fluff work as you might see. did his s/o a todo's type: man has a booty kink [if there is one], in any case, it's a short sketch. also, i couldn't find todo's image like gojo's one or itadori's so i apologize.

disclaimer: everything you read is purely my opinion - any detail, sketch, or event is a figment of my imagination.

you knew your boyfriend was is a huge fan of your older sister, that's why you kept hiding your 'secret' from todo. not because he'd a clingy and be asking to get acquainted with her. you were waiting 'till your sister will have a concert whilst todo will be on the mission - what a shame to be probably on the other side of town when your idol is performing - the probability of such a coincidence is extremely small, but not equal to zero.

like now, when takada has her performance, todo is fighting over the special grade cursed spirit. he couldn't do anything but to exterminate the monster, so he could watch the takada's concert.

a few hours after your sister's concert, when your lover showed up on the doorstep of the house.

'i missed the concert. it was a rare occasion, it-' todo is standing in the door frame, sobbing as he missed the concert his idol. you never mentioned you like her or watching takada's shows on the screen, therefore, todo has to impress you with her. /if he knew she is your sister/

aoi todo - as i mentioned before - would be freak around you when nobody sees: his hands will wrap your waist all time, mostly in the evenings as both of you will be watching tv, but in reality, neither todo nor you ain't seeing what on the screen, mainly, you give each other warmth and hugs.

todo upset as he couldn't show you her concert. he sits on the couch in the living room, tossed his head.

'i wanted to bring you to the concert, so afterward we could have the memory'

'aoi..'

'whose concert?'

takada's head peeked out from behind the door frame leading into the kitchen as she came into the room with her stage persona [?]. todo is sitting there, looking at you, at her, not knowing what's going on.

'y/n, do you see what i see?'

you looked at your older sister, giggled. todo laid his elbows on his knees, put a chin on his fist, speculating on the situation. even being a grade first sorcerer, his brain is mushy as his capability to think straight is lost. todo could calculate a masterful plan of how to beat the spirit but at this moment, he doesn't know what to say.

'my hallucination probably played out, there is no percentage to takada-chan being here and even had spoken'

'do you think i'm not real?'

aoi's brain starts to work as the idol came to the sorcerer, dramatically pouted her lips. the moment of realization of what's happening dawned on him, as light pink blush is dotted on his cheeks, as he almost jumped off the couch.

't-takada-chan, i.. you real? certainly, you ain't fake, just..'

todo is dawned by a sudden feeling, which is hard for him to describe - such an unplanned meeting with an idol unquestionably makes him impossible to talk. even tho he's a sorcerer, ranged first which means he's powerful and astute when it comes to finding the best plan to exterminate the cursed spirit.

'i've been all ears about you - y/n told me that you're the strongest among your students. i am glad that my sister is dating someone powerful and kind like you, todo-san'

have you ever seen someone red like a tomato? well, now you've got an opportunity to have a look - the side of aoi probably you and takada allowed to see is when he's as happy as a child, the full teeth smile [?] that will not leave his face until the end of the evening, he will illuminate the room.

'don't call me todo-san, it's aoi. you're my girlfriend sister, i feel uncomfortable for you to use the formal'

the second question - have you ever seen someone being battle-crazed meathead and willing to demolish everyone but actually melty ice cream and sugary? my answer is simple - aoi todo.

all evening todo had been listening to your sister's stories with admiration in his eyes, peeping at you with those practically puppy eyes as if they're reading: 'thank you, honey'. todo kinda complacent - not everyone has got a chance to talk to the idol like aoi does.

throughout the evening the little and cute blush on his dimpled cheeks staying as if that's how it should be. out of a significant and fearsome man remained a small, purring cat, if you can characterize him that way.

'takada-chan, may i-'

'call me takada, aoi'

'takada.. may you give me taka-tan beam, please?'

at last, before leaving your house, your older sister looked back at todo's request, as if she was waiting 'till he uttered the phrase. she let out a cheerful but quiet chuckle.

'here i go' as if at that meeting when todo had time to come [he probably missed the class to see your sister], still he gets tensed when takada cleared her throat a little.

at first, she clenched her left hand in a small fist, covering her face with a curve of her elbow, next swiftly closed left eye, bringing the index and middle finger toward her eye with the back of his hand to the todo and you, pronouncing, likely the most favorite phrase taka-tan.

'here you go, aoi. i had the pleasure of meeting my sister's boyfriend. goodbye, thanks for the invitation, y/n!'

you smiled as a response, closed the door whilst todo is still speechless.

'oi, y/n, why you didn't choose to be an idol? therefore i'd be your huge fan number one'

'i've chosen another way. but, if i'll be the idol like my sister, hm~ i'll have the huge crowd of fanboys, who'd like to steal my heart'

he wanted to respond but instead of saying, todo wrapped his arms around your body, kissing your forehead.

'i'm glad that you're only mine, y/n. i love you'

you smacked your lips against his as your hands are holding his cheeks.

'..maybe i should be an idol after all..'

'and show your boot- your body to every boy? i'm not allowed you, you. are. mine!'

what is going to be next? well, you'll spend the night in todo's arms as he'll tell you, probably thousand and one quotes why you're his and why he loves you. that fondness of his is unforgettable.

(☆ω☆)

butler recommends you to see this video of todo meets takada-chan and taka-tan beam. hope it's fluff and kinda funny, sorry if it's not. also that cute moment in the end, i think it was UwU.

[?] - correct if i'm wrong.

↳ back to the main master list.

[sparklingsad]

title: out of my mind (part 9 / final chapter)

characters: baji x reader, toman peeps 🤍

prompt: you don’t know if you should tell baji you like him because is he even interested in other people?

summary: here's what baji did after what happened between the two of you on the rooftop!

a/n: hello everyone! before uni officially tie me to its depths I give you the last part of this series! this is a bit longer than the rest! I kinda want to split it into two parts but I guess this is better :) AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SUPPORTING ME ALL THE WAY <33 I would not be able to write this much without your support! I appreciate all your kind words, your likes, and reblogs! It makes me very very happy that I can give out some content that you guys enjoy! I hope that you would love this one! I really really poured out my heart into this and I've thought and mapped this out again and again before I publish this final version. have fun reading lovelies! ily all <3

Series list: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

You wiped your hands off your handkerchief and folded the damp side in, before having a last look on your reddened-face in the mirror. Slowly, you search for your phone that's kept inside the right pocket of your cardigan.

Pres: Hey y/n! Think you can pick up the pamphlets and flyers we’ve pre-ordered for the festival? They’re ready for pick up, the store manager just messaged me.

Y/n: Oh yeah sure! Just message me the location. I’ll be there!

And just like that, you had the excuse to have a time alone. You can finally put down the facade of being okay on the outside. Hopefully you can recuperate this time.

Lucky. You thought.

“Baji-san! Where are you going?” Chifuyu shouts as he asks the captain who instinctively stood up and came marching towards the door.

“Ya said it didn’t you? Ya asked me if I knew what went wrong, and I know exactly what did went wrong,” Baji said, not stopping on his tracks as he fishes out for his phone in his pocket.

“Yeah and?” the exhausted blonde asks between breaths, continuing to follow Baji’s brisk walking.

“And I’m going to fix it,” Baji says with eyes full of intent, only taking a halt to look at his vice-captain one last time before running towards the stairs to the 4th floor.

He couldn’t miss this chance again.

Just as when you were about to leave the front building of your school, you saw that the sky is getting dimmer. Good thing you’ve always kept an umbrella inside your locker.

Y/n: Kennyyyy, please tell Mikey I’m going out right now to pickup the pamphlets and flyers for the festival. I also texted him but you know he doesn’t check his phone so often. Please wait for me at school before going home!! <33

🐉 Ken: Wait for us. We’ll go with u.

Y/n: Don’t bother! Am already out! And I think it will be just a few piles of paper!

🐉 Ken: Take my bike. Or Mikey’s.

Y/n: It’s alright! I’ll just take the bus to and fro!! It’s not that far :))

🐉 Ken: Okay if you say so. Update us ‘kay?

Y/n: Will do! I’ll be just around the 3rd district! See ya later! 💛

You took the bus going to the 3rd district to pick up some of the promo materials for the festival just as instructed. It shouldn’t have been a difficult task —no. You’re just supposed to ride a bus, get the goods, hop back on the bus and finish your duties for that day.

But the afternoon sky says different.

“What'dya mean she’s not here?!” A frustrated Baji slams the council table upon learning that you are in fact not in there.

Fuck. Did I lose her again?

“Um, well,” one of the trembling council members try to reply to an obviously infuriated student.

“Well, she’s on duty right now for festival prep an—,” Baji cuts off the officer.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I know,” he rakes his fingers through his hair.

“Then where the fuck is she?!” He says, desperate and frustrated at himself.

“She went out to fetch the promo materials by the third district for—,” Baji didn’t even let the officer finish, he just immediately thanked her and left the room without another word.

Once again, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

Hello Mikey?

Yeah. It’s Baji.

Oh what’s up Baji?

"Baji huh? What’s he up to?" Draken says from the other line.

Oh good Draken’s there.

Yeah, Ken-chin’s with me. You need anything?

Yeah. I need help.

Ya know where y/n is? Council said she went to the 3rd district for some festival duty shit.

Oh I don’t know she did. Hold on.

"Ken-chiinnnn, you know where y/n is? Baji’s looking for her," Mikey shouts over at Draken

"Yeah, yeah, hand me the phone"

Hey Baji, y/n went to the 3rd district for some council duties.

Yeah, yeah but do you know where?

She didn’t tell me. She said it’ll be just some quick work and she’ll be back right after. Call her if you want. Or wait here, she said she’ll join us after her duties.

Ah fuck. A’right, a’right. Thanks Draken.

But deep inside he knows full well that this can’t wait.

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The bus ride to the 3rd district only takes up about 20 minutes. You’ve been there waaaay too many times to know just how long it should take for you to get there. However when light rain started to pour, the road got wet and slippery and so all vehicles must reduce their speed.

3:14 pm — classes will end in a while, but a lot will probably stay for festival preparation.

You checked your phone to see if any new messages came in, and you saw the president’s instructions about the location of the shop.

“Huh, this shouldn’t be too hard to find,” you said to yourself and proceeded to plug in tour earphones and played some music.

The rain might take a while, and your ride must be longer this time. You didn’t mind though, you needed to take off some time anyway.

As far away from him as possible.

3:27 pm — just a few minutes and the bell will ring any time soon to signal dismissal.

Baji keeps on shifting on his feet, and tapping them on the floor as he sits in front of his locker, back against the cold metal, ready to storm off the place and chase after you.

As soon as the bell rings, he immediately walked through the building exit and didn’t mind the drizzle on his head.

With with hands combing his hair, and teeth clenching on his hair tie, he wasted no time running to the bus stop.

He knows that the bus station is just 2 blocks away from the school, he can make it dry enough to catch the earliest bus possible, right?

Wrong.

Water droplets start to stream in the ponytail he’s tied before. The rain is going on stronger and stronger as he walks. By the time he reached the bus stop, no bus was there but rather a clump of people trying to stay dry under the small shed.

With frustration all over his face, he bit his lip and searched his head for a way to get to you.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Looks like he’s running out of luck today.

Baji came back to a konbini he’s passed on his way there, and took out his phone that’s been luckily shielded under his pocket by his school blazer.

He punched your number in his keypad tapping on his shoes while he waits for you to answer, but his eyebrows just draw closer to each other every time he’s greeted back by failed phone call.

He called you thrice in a row now, and there is still no answer.

Onto his other pocket, he tried to reach out and fish whatever money he’s had with him just to get to you --a cab or a train or whatever that’s faster than his legs. But unfortunately lady luck has been in a deep slumber at that moment.

I have no other choice but to take the hard way don’t I?

And so, he wrings his soaked ponytail, grabbed the umbrella he borrowed from the store and started running to your direction.

3:32 pm — it took you more than 10 minutes later than expected, before you have arrived at the bus stop and the rain is relentlessly pouring.

You have prepared your umbrella before taking off the bus, but it can’t be helped that the gust of the wind through the droplets fall on your face and on your clothes.

By the time that you have arrived in the shop, blotches of water is already visible on your skirt and your blouse. Even a part of your socks are already a bit damp, and you eyeglasses has been foggy from how cold it has been outside.

Upon entering the shop, you closed your umbrella to leave it by one of the racks to prevent it from leaving droplets all over the floor. You wiped your face and your glasses, trying to look a bit more presentable before heading to the counter and collecting the pamphlets.

“Um excuse me?” You called to the man behind the register.

“I’m y/n-chan, and I’m looking for Yamada-san,” you spoke softly.

“Hm?” The man slowly turns to you and adjusts his glasses to see you better. “I’m Yamada, what can I do for you?”

“Oh, Yamada-san, my classmate by the name of Asano placed an order here about a few days ago, I came here to pick it up,” you said as you hand him the receipt as a proof of the ordered pamphlets and flyers the other day.

The man took a while reading all the contents of the receipt as he squint his eyes to see it better before heading back out to get the prints for you.

When he returned back, you immediately checked on the the pamphlets and flyers that are neatly stacked and covered in paper. It has always been your habit to double-check since it’s a waste of time to do things twice, especially in this kind of weather.

Unpacking the pile, you looked at the promos checking if the print quality is good and if the contents are correct. You’ve turned each print slowly, careful not to crumple nor fold them.

Upon the completion of checking the first batch, you’re almost halfway through, and all you have to ensure is that the flyers are of the same quality. However, upon opening the stack, you have found a completely different promo material endorsing a new okonomiyaki store that’s going to open a few blocks away.

Noticing the seemingly switch of prints, you start to approach Mr. Yamada and alerted him that he must have given you the wrong stack.

“Oh, is that so? But that’s the only pre-printed order that has been prepared for today,” he says with a worried look on his face.

“Can we just approach the store that must have gotten our orders instead?” You suggest to him with a soft smile, trying to hide the slight panic that’s creeping up on you for the possibility that you’d go back empty-handed.

“We can do that,” he said scratching his chin. “But you’d have to wait y/n-chan, I’ll still have to call all of the stores who have picked up their orders today, and with this rain, it’s impossible to safely transfer piles of paper,” he warns you.

“O-oh, is that so?” You said scratching the back of your neck. “That’s fine! I can just wait here,” you said back.

You need all the time away anyway, waiting here is not so bad.

4:11 pm — by the time Baji has arrived at the 3rd district he already looks like a mess.

His hair disheveled — black locks dangling in front of his forehead already soaked in water. His trousers and his blazer are mapped with water droplets everywhere, and his legs are about to give out --not that he minds though.

He tried to make another stop before locating you.

In a pet store he’s came across, he entered and started scanning the pets displayed from the glass wall and dialed your number on his phone.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Please pick up the phone. Please pick up the phone.

But there is no answer from the other line. All that’s Baji has heard so far was the operator telling him that the other line is busy or unattended for god knows how many times.

Goddammit.

4:13 pm — While you were waiting for the owner to contact the other customers, you tried your best to dry yourself inside the store. So you didn’t actually notice that you’ve been having tons and tons of missed calls.

You actually forgot to message your friends that you’re going back on a much later time, and that the rain today seems to be unforgiving. You’re so fixated in trying to get your mind off of what happened earlier that you convinced yourself that it is interesting enough to look throughout the store.

Magazines, newspapers, posters --you’re looking at all the samples and displays one by one. You started to get engulfed into inspecting them. Pictures after pictures, your favorite artist and idols are even featured in some one them. No wonder why you almost yelped when a special ringtone suddenly rang.

Just like you were pulled back into reality, you scurried to search for your phone that you’ve shoved in either of your pockets.

“Hello mom?” You asked nervously, she usually doesn’t call you all that much and you’re scared that she might be worried that you’re not home yet.

“Yeah I’m at the 3rd district. Why?”

“Draken told you?”

“Oh okay. I’m sorry mom. I’ll update them,”

“Yeah. I will.”

“You take care too,”

“Bye. Lov—,”

Your call was cut short when you noticed that your mom's line was suddenly cut off.

Your eyes wandered on the upper right corner on your phone only to see the signal fleeting. That must have been the cause why the call was suddenly dropped.

When you close your phone you were surprised by a ton of notifications reading almost over 30 missed calls from whoever.

Shit.

You know you have promised Draken and Mikey to be with them after class, they are now worried sick that the rain is this hard and you’re all alone.

You have to call them back.

But as just when you are about to dial their numbers, your phone rang and you mindlessly put the phone over your ear and hurried outside to catch some signal.

Despite the rain persisting, Baji is so desperate to see you right now. He didn’t come this far just to go back home and have another yet unresolved conflict with you.

Still damp from the rain and cold with the wind, Baji didn’t mind trudging the sidewalk to find that goddamned printshop.

Umbrella on one hand and phone in the other, he hadn’t stopped calling you the moment he’s left the pet shop.

Please pick up the phone.

Please pick up the phone.

Without minding his surroundings, he was just continuously walking reading all lit up signs, searching for the one that reads a printshop.

He doesn't care how hard the rain is pouring, he doesn't mind if he has to search for the entire district just to get to you.

He needs to see you.

Buried in his own thoughts of you, he suddenly ran into something.

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"Shit!" his phone flew a few steps away when something coming from his right suddenly hit him.

"Can you fucking look where you're going?!" he is mad, but he is also frustrated at the same time as he hurriedly chase after his phone.

"I swear, if I fucking lose her, then I don't know wh--" fear can be traced in his voice, and he suddenly turns his head to the roadblock he's hit earlier.

"B-baji.." you said, standing in front of the printshop, phone over one ear, and mouth agape.

You can hear your voices echo through the phone call.

Oh it's him.

Dropping his demeanor from the earlier interaction, you could swear that everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Your cold shoulders from the pouring rain is suddenly enveloped in a warm embrace, his arms wrapped around your torso as you rest your head on his chest.

His heart now beating like a drum, and you were suddenly pulled back into the night he sent you home. When your arms was around him, maybe this is the exact same thing he's felt when your chest was pressed against his back --holding on for your dear life.

Your eyes wide open, still processing everything that's happening. Just a few hours ago you left him alone in the rooftop because he doesn't feel the same way right? How did you end up like this?

---

"I thought I'm gonna lose you," Baji says in a solemn voice, muffled as his lips press onto the top of your head.

"H-huh?" you spoke softly to him, but you cannot lie that you were caught off-guard by what he said.

You slowly backed a little to give some space between the two of you and you looked him in the eye, your face plastered with a confused look.

"What?" you asked again to make out something of the situation, and your voice is full of disbelief.

"I'm here to see you," Baji said without holding anything back.

"B-but.." you can feel your lips tremble unsure of what to feel.

"Y/n.." he stepped closer to you, and placed both hands in either one of your shoulders.

"Listen to me," Baji says looking directly at you, but you couldn't dare to meet his eyes. You let yours stick to the ground.

"But I said, you didn't have to say--"

And he cuts you off.

"No. Not this again. I came here to speak to ya. I'm not gonna go away with even a word left unsaid,"

You could feel that his grip is starting to put a pressure around your shoulders, but it wasn't meant to hurt you. It's as if he is trying desperately holding onto something that's slipping away.

You could feel that you're about to melt down any time soon, so you mustered up your courage to say the next few lines to him.

"No Baji. No. You do not have to look at me like a pity party. You do not owe me anything. Not even an explanation." you look at him with a sharp gaze to feign madness over frustration and confusion all at the same time.

"You don't--" you took a pause, and the words just came spilling out of your mouth

"What the fuck do you not get Baji Keisuke?!" you look at him as you grip your hair down.

"I loved you, okay?" your eyes now teary and your hand waving in a motion. "No, no, no, no, no, no. Scratch that. I still love you."

"But how many times do you want me to profess my goddamned love for you only for you to say nothing back!" you look intently at him as if begging for an answer.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you.

"I'm done, I'm through," you said at him, shaking your head and you turned your back on him.

"Not this again!" his whines as he stomped his feet on the puddle, was enough to make you look back at him.

"See? Y/n, I have been looking for ya the whole day. And why is it that every time I want to talk to ya it always ends up like this?! Ya say everything you want and I get to say nothin'!" he was looking at you with eyes wide, asking for you to listen to him .

"Oh?" you said sarcastically.

"Then what do you have to say for yourself then?" you provoked him but tears are already pricking your eyes.

He let out a sigh and started slowly.

"I'm sorry that I've always picked on ya, didn't know how to strike up a conversation,"

"I'm sorry I pretended not to hear what ya said when I gave you a ride home, I just can't think of words that could match yours,"

"I'm sorry if you think you've made a fool of yourself every time you've confessed to me,"

He took a moment to pause

"And I've heard each one of them, loud and clear"

You've felt your heart skip a beat.

"I--" Baji for nth time, searched and searched and searched for the right words to say.

In fact, he realized that he does not have to say a lot. He only needs a few words.

He gulped, took a deep breath, and made an unbreakable eye contact with you.

"I love you,"

And it was the moment you swear you're about to go out of your mind.

a/n: aaaand there you have it! that's the end of out of my mind! I'm sorry if you've felt that the end was just that. I felt that it's both a climax and a resolution kinda thing when i ended it like that soo sjdhasjkd. I'm thinking of making a bonus chapter after this if time permits <33 I HOPE YOU ENJOYED ALL OF THIS :) tysm for all the support and the love <33

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