#hyperactive twins

[likesdoodling]

A day in the life of taking care of hyperactive elflings~

[soupradio]

You know how dogs, when they're really small and they wag their tail, their entire body moves with it? That's remmick to me.

And because I'm a degenerate specifically when he sees the smokestack twins, And he thinks he's hiding it well. (he's not)

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Imm ask a none lore rated question

Are the imp boys more like skidish lizards or hyperactive cats? 👀

Both, actually.

[linophrynelight]

Pushup goal reading goal debt payoff goal sketchbook goal wardrobe refresh goal tattoo fund goal... Maybe I need to give myself an easy one. Like eat more chocolate cereal goal

[stevenuniversetrashgoblin]

Thomas Dolby Tribute | Hyperactive

[misswynters]

Spending time with ekko, jinx and your twin girls

featuring. ekko x wife!reader

what the title says, jinx is basically the aunt to your twin daughters, very sweet and chaotic

One of your twin daughters darted ahead on unsteady legs. Her energy, an exact match for her father’s, while her quieter sister clung to your hand with her big and curious eyes watched everything with caution. Ekko walked on your other side, keeping a sharp eye on the more adventurous twin. Meanwhile, Jinx strolled behind, her oversized gun slung lazily over her shoulder. She hummed an off-key tune, her bright blue braids swinging, but her sharp eyes never left the girls.

“Careful there, little spark!” Ekko called out as the hyperactive twin tried to leap over a particularly large puddle, barely making it to the other side without falling in.

Jinx grinned wide and crouched down next to the puddle. “Puddle’s lava now, kiddo. You touch it, you burn up!” she said, her voice both playful and mischievous.

“Really?!” The excitable twin’s face lit up with excitement as she turned back to try the jump again, more determined this time. You shot Jinx a knowing look, but she shrugged innocently. “What? Keeps her sharp!”

“Sharp enough to break a leg that is,” you muttered, though you couldn’t help but smile.

Ekko scooped up the puddle-jumper just as she turned for another run, hoisting her up effortlessly. “Alright little one, that’s enough daredevil training for today. You’re gonna give your mama a heart attack,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of her wild curls. She giggled, kicking her legs in protest but not really trying to escape his hold.

Meanwhile, the quieter twin tugged at your hand. “Mama, why is Jinx’s gun so big? Can I hold it?” she asked, her voice soft but filled with curiosity.

“Nope, nope, nope,” Jinx chimed in, spinning around to walk backward and face the girl. “My babies don’t touch guns until they’re, like, I dunno… fifty. Maybe.” Her tone was light, but her eyes hardened for a moment, her protectiveness shining through.

“She’s not kidding,” Ekko added, giving Jinx a look that silently thanked her.

The five of you reached the marketplace, where familiar faces greeted you with nods and smiles. Jinx let out a dramatic whistle as she spotted a stand selling fresh sweets. “Oh-ho, look at that! Who wants candy?” she asked, already reaching for her coin pouch.

“Me! Me!” the hyper twin yelled, practically climbing over Ekko’s shoulder to get down.

The quieter twin looked up at you, silently asking for permission. You laughed softly and nodded. “Go on. Just one each, though.”

As the twins ran to Jinx, Ekko slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “You okay?” he asked softly, his tone cutting through the noise of the market.

You leaned into him, watching Jinx hold the twins’ hands as they inspected the candy options like they were choosing treasure. “Yeah. Just glad we’ve got jinx around to help us watch out for them, especially the adventurous one.”

“She’d die for them,” Ekko murmured, his voice warm but serious. “Literally.” You nodded in response to his words, because you truly did know deep down the jinx cared for the girls just like she did with Isha.

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[gonetoforks]

concept sketches of tfa jettwins humanformers, they feel almost cooked :D

character design infodump & bonus bumblebee under the cut!

first off, yes i gave them the stereotypical slavic guy adidas inspired tracksuits lol (￣∇￣) they cropped the jackets themselves cause detroit is a lot warmer than eastern europe and they didn't bring any other types of clothes i guess

Since trying to keep unique aspects of their silhouette are important to me, I turned jetstorms little head pokies into bluetooth earpieces, so i landed on the idea of them being a 2 person aviator team like the wright brothers. Safeguard is just the name of their plane, Jetfire pilots while Jetstorm works comms & air traffic control

+ based them loosely off of their voice actors, phil lamar (JS) and tom kenny (JF)

⬆️ they're still birth twins, i've seen some rare times where biracial twins just max out their stats with one parent, genetics r weird sometimes lol

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+ bonus bee i did on paper, needs some minor adjustments imo but i am liking it so far.

He along with the rest of the crew are essentially construction workers being Space Bridge Technicians so, yeah.

A good trick i use is to ask myself “if i drew them over top of dialogue from the show, do they look like their voice would fit their appearance?” Because of that and also personality-wise he’s always struck me as kinda college guy aged.

(⬆️ Minor Rant abt portayals of his age; I don’t see anybody else draw him as an adult which i understand a bit cause yeah i guess, he gets along well with Sari and whatnot. But the fact it’s really common just annoys me a bit. Cause as someone with adhd, it’s easier for me to notice where one sits on the scale of people who are immature cause they’re young vs people like me. So im rly sensitive to “Heartbreaking; Character Who Pays Taxes And Works A Full Time Job Gets Babyified By The Fandom After Displaying Hyperactivity And Inattentiveness.” I’m ranting, mb, I’m sorry they don’t understand your unmedicated neurodivergent frat boy swag bumblebee lmao)

& again i tried to keep his silhouette so i thought, “maybe he’s a kinda small, lanky guy, so subconsciously he wears things like puffy jackets, big boots and big gloves to make himself look bigger.” + Yellow hard hat with little flourishes that kinda? look like horns?

Also big eyebrows, cause he’s very expressive. Big expressions should have big eyebrows lol (see Donatello)

[achiepy]

Sunny, the older twin, and Luna (moony), the younger twin, are both mischievous and hyperactive like their father whom nami adores so much yet is now too worn out to handle them lol Good thing tama, their big sis, to keep them at bay

[littlelonelyone]

Late Night (George Weasley x Reader)

Warning: 17+, First Time, Fluff, Smut, Sleepover, A Little Oral (M), Fingering.

Description: It’s the Holidays for students at Hogwarts and after Readers parents refuse to let them stay at the burrow, George and Reader are determined and come up with a plan to meet during their break no matter what. Reader has muggle parents.

This is so long, I suddenly snuck a whole skin care regimen in there LOL forgive me. Self care is the best care! <3

I was so excited yet so anxious. The clock read 11:32 PM and my entire household seemed to be out like a light. At this very minute, I was waiting for my best friend and crush, George Weasley. It was his first time coming to my house, yet alone his first time sharing a bed with me. It was always a rule at the burrow that the girls had to stay with Ginny so we never got the chance to have a real sleepover. I was nervous. We had waited until I was sure my family was asleep then I sent Snowflake (my owl) with a note to let George know that the coast was clear and that he could now apparate.

Once my family were sleeping they pretty much never woke up so I wasn’t too worried about waking them up anyways. My family consisted of my parents and younger twin brothers. Which you can now obviously understand why I was able to become as close as I was to George and Fred. I was also very close with their other family members considering we all knew what it was like dealing with such hyperactive people that came in PAIRS!

Anyways, it was Christmas Break and I would have been spending the holiday with The Weasleys just like Harry and Hermoine were but my dad hit me with a big fat NO. So being the mischievous teenagers we were and also not wanting to be apart, George and I had an entire plan thought out about him coming to spend a night or so with me since I was unable to go to the burrow. Finally that night was here.

While Snowflake was en route to George, I made sure I had everything we needed so I didn’t have to leave my room and risk waking up my parents. I had water, snacks, movies and face masks. I made sure I put on a silencing charm knowing our laughs would become super loud and I also had my own bathroom so I didn’t have to worry about George wandering around my house.

I knew it was going to take about an hour for Snowflake to reach George so in the meantime I started making a blanket fort and brought all the supplies inside. I took some fairy lights and displayed them around the top of the inside of the fort. The inside had my fluffiest blankets laid across the floor so it was soft and I had about a million pillows, making sure we would be comfy. Once everything seemed to be ready I crawled out of the fort and stood up with my hands on my hips, admiring my creation.

Just as I finished setting everything up, I heard a light thud coming from my small balcony and I couldn’t hide the smile that was now displayed on my face. George was here! I walked over to the door and opened it for him. There he stood lazily smiling down at me, his hair was kind of damp so I knew he recently showered. I giggled then grabbed his arm, dragging him into my room. “Are you crazy? You’ll get sick wandering about with wet hair! Then who’s going to be the one taking care of you because it sure isn’t going to be me.” I jokingly lectured him as I walked to my closet to retrieve a towel. As I turned around for his reaction it was just as I thought, a slight pink tint covered his cheeks and it was why he was my favourite Weasley twin.

Unlike Fred, George was the more reserved of the two. Don’t get me wrong, George had a personality that matched his older brother but I always noticed something deeper and observed him a lot and I came to realize he’s more in touch with his feelings than Fred is. It made me want to protect him and also made me develop a teensy crush on him.

“Shut up! You tell me almost every time I see you and my hair is a bit damp and I still haven’t gotten sick now have I?” He replied and pushed my shoulder a little. I scoffed and acted hurt as I placed a hand on his chest and lightly pushed him back, guiding him to sit on my bed. I took the towel and began drying his hair with it. “Well excuse me for caring, I guess this will be the last time I ever dry your hair for you since you’re basically invincible.” I teased and was about to remove the towel from his head when he stopped me by softly grabbing my wrist. I looked down into his eyes wondering what was on his mind. “What if I told you I purposely showed up with my hair wet knowing you would be there to save me with your trusty towel.” George said and a little smile appeared on his face as a blush appeared on mine. “Then I’d say you’re crazy and don’t start crying to me when you catch a cold!” I joked and pushed his head back with my index finger so he was now laying on my bed.

“Where’s all your blankets?” George asked as he sat back up and looked at my bare bed. “You kidding? You don’t see this masterpiece right here?!” I motioned towards the blanket fort I made and he walked around it was if he was a judge for some blanket fort contest. “Well I’m rather impressed with you (Y/N). Presentation 10/10, but the real test is the inside of the fort so may I take a look?” He asked while adjusting his invisible glasses.

I rolled my eyes then led him to the entrance. We both got on our hands and knees and crawled inside, I made sure to make it spacious for the two of us considering George was a giant. He looked around as if he was amazed and I couldn’t help but stare. He always looked so pretty to me. “Nicely done (Y/L/N), couldn’t have done it better myself.” He complimented my interior decorating skills and I pretended to bow. “Thanks Weasley, anything for my best mate.” I said with a wink. I didn’t catch the way he slightly bit the inside of his cheek after I winked.

“So what should we do first? Do you feel like watching a movie or we can snack on some things.” I asked George who was looking through the VHS tapes I brought out. “Let’s do both? This looks interesting.” I looked over at what he was holding up and snickered. Of course he would be holding up Ghostbusters. “Let’s do it!”

I moved over to my small tv and VCR that I brought inside the fort and started getting the movie ready. Behind me George was setting up the pillows and getting a blanket ready for me to come crawl under. Once the movie started to play, I grabbed our snack basket and crawled back to George who was already holding up the blanket for me. “Want a chocolate frog?” I offered and he happily accepted. Throughout the movie we joked about different things and talked about how it would be wicked if the Slimer somehow became an addition to Hogwarts. We had ate most of the treats so now I was tidying everything up for us to relax. I pushed out my tv and adjusted the fort so all sides were now covered. I walked over to my record player and popped in something peaceful.

“Georgie come out here for a second.” I called him and I reached in the basket for the face masks I put in there earlier. George came crawling out a second later and I motioned for him to follow me into the bathroom. “Have you ever done a face mask before?” I smiled and asked him as I turned on the faucet, waiting for the water to turn lukewarm so we could clean our faces. George slowly shook his head and I smiled even wider. “Okay great, come use this cleanser right here and wash your face, I already washed mine so I’ll wait beside you with a towel.” George did as I said and as soon as he finished I began softly dabbing his face with the towel. After his face was dry, I began running my fingers across his face so I could determine what skin type he had. George closed his eyes and I smiled at how comfortable he looked right now. His face seemed a bit dry so I chose a hydrating clay mask for him and chose the same for myself since I also suffered from dry skin.

“Okay this might be a bit cold.” I warned him and put a decent amount of clay onto an applicator and began covering his face. George let out a soft sigh and my chest fluttered. He was so cute. “Why are you always taking care of me?” George suddenly asked and opened his eyes to look at me. With his eyes open, I realised how close I was to his face and swallowed deeply. “Why not? I love taking care of the people who matter the most to me.” I simply said as I wiped some clay on his cheek. His face was almost covered completely and I couldn’t help but giggle at the way he looked right now. I didn’t want his hair to get dirty so I put one of my headbands on him and with the face mask on he looked like a beautiful lady. I applied the last bit of clay and took his hands, pulling him up to his feet so he could see my masterpiece.

Once he looked in the mirror I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at his reaction, his eyes bulged out of his head. “Godric (Y/N)! Why do I always let you do random things to me?! Remember that time I let you curl my hair?” He reminded me with a shudder and I giggled. “You must really love me then." I didn’t realise what I just said so I didn’t even catch George’s reaction either. His breath caught in his throat and he opened and closed his fist because he got sweaty palms.

“Okay now you.” He said. I agreed and reached for some product with my applicator when he suddenly took it from my grasp and took my hand to sit me down where he sat. “Okay I don’t know what I’m doing here exactly so bare with me.” George said as he grabbed a huge glob of product onto the applicator and approached me. I squealed and held my hands out. “GEORGE! If you’re going to do this you only need about a quarter amount each time!” I said while laughing and hiding my face. “Didn’t I just tell you to bare with me?” He responded whilst chuckling. He tried again, this time showing me and I gave him a thumbs up.

Even though I did this almost every night, this felt a little bit intimate considering we were in the bathroom together and were helping each other put clay on our faces. “So what’s supposed to happen?” He asked as he messily rubbed some across my forehead. I laughed at his sloppiness. “Well we just wait for it to dry then we wash it off, this will help our skin appear softer and help keep it moisturised since we both deal with dry skin.” I explained with my eyes closed. This felt so good. It got quiet as George focused on covering my entire face with the clay. “And done!” He said and helped me to my feet after setting the stuff down. I walked over to the mirror and started laughing immediately. Georges mask looked so perfect and well-set and mine had empty spaces and clumps but it was the thought that counted. “Thanks Georgie my hero.” I turned around to look at him. We smiled back at each other. I could really get used to his company.

Eventually the clay dried and we washed it away, adding moisturiser to both mine and Georges face then I took his hand to lead him to bed. We both crawled into the fort and got comfy under the blanket. As if on cue, we both turned to look at each other and then we laughed. We stared back at each other for a moment before I finally spoke. “Thanks for coming to see me George, I was pretty down about not being able to come to the burrow this time around but you made everything so much better.” I admitted.

Suddenly Georges hand moved to the side of my face and he adjusted my hair, tucking it behind my ear. This felt super intimate and I immediately went quiet under his gaze. We stared back at each other. My hand moved on top of his where it laid against my cheek. Just as I felt him shuffle over to me, I slowly shut my eyes and then I felt his lips on mine. Finally.

The kiss was short and sweet. George pecked twice more before he slowly pulled away to see what my reaction was like. My hand was still resting over his but my fingers were now slightly intertwined with his and my eyes were still closed. I felt like I was in paradise.

Georges heart fluttered at the way she looked. All he ever wanted to do ever since he started developing feelings was to try kiss her at least once. The fact she was so willing to reciprocate his feelings and look so pretty while doing it made him fall for the girl even harder.

(Y/N) suddenly whispered breaking the silence. “Georgie… Please do it again.” And with that, George didn’t even hesitate. He pressed his lips against hers but a bit harder this time. Wanting to show her how much he liked her with just a kiss. He wanted to put all his feelings into that kiss and so that's what he did, continuing to sweep her off her feet. George guided her with his lips so she was now on her back and he was hovering over her with his left arm holding himself up just above her head, his right hand still placed on her cheek. The moment (Y/N) opened her mouth a little to take in a breath, George swiftly moved his tongue and rolled it against hers. The little action making (Y/N) quietly moan and her eyes flashed open and were met with his. This felt sexy. George and (Y/N) were now french kissing with their eyes half lidded and it was starting to get steamier as each moment passed. Eventually they pulled away but instead of stopping, George moved her hair away from her neck and began softly kissing her.

(Y/N) couldn’t believe this was happening. He felt so good pressed against her and him kissing her neck felt amazing. She was new to intimacy and she was glad George was the person to introduce her to it. (Y/N) adjusted her head, giving him more access and as he reached her collarbone he slowly bit it but not too hard. Almost immediately after, George licked the spot where he bit and began to suck. This was an even newer feeling for (Y/N) and her back began to arch a little as she let out the cutest moan.

The sound immediately went to Georges private region. He chuckled and pulled away, then looked down at her. (Y/N)’s chest was now heavily moving up and down and her thighs were squeezed together a little. These little movements indicated that she was now starting to get turned on and it made Georges heart pound. He wasn’t a virgin and (Y/N) knew this. On the other hand, (Y/N) was a virgin and George knew this as well.

George sat up completely and so did she. Looking at him expectantly. He took her left hand and pulled it up to his mouth, kissing her fingers then moving to kiss her hand and then turning it over so he could place a kiss to the inside of her wrist. (Y/N) just watched, absolutely stunned. She always knew George would make an excellent lover but seeing it happen made her heart pound. She watched as he pulled her hand and placed it against his cheek. His eyes were closed and he looked so peaceful. This time it was her move.

She shuffled a bit closer to him and reached out with her right hand to mirror how her left hand held his cheek. With that being done and his eyes still being closed, she pulled him the rest of the way and connected their lips once again. They heavily kissed for a couple seconds before he began to speak. “I love you (Y/N).” *Peck* He held her hands against his face. “You’re so beautiful.” *Peck* She was blushing furiously but the feeling she had was amazing and she didn’t want this moment to end.

(Y/N) took advantage of the fact he was holding her hands to his face and pressed her body against him, pushing them back so she was now laying on top of him. This time she wanted to tell him so she pulled away so she could sit up and straddle him.

Both of their lips were swollen. She loved the way he looked right now. Under her. His hair laid across the pillows. “You’re so pretty.” She whispered and blushed. He quietly laughed at her choice of words but knew just how special this confession was to the innocent girl. His hands moved to her thighs and he started to rub them. Once again she leaned forward and placed the softest kiss to his jaw and finally whispered, “I love you too George Weasley.”

Even though they had said I love you to each other in the past, they always knew it had a different meaning to it than it did right now. This was much more special. For the last time, they both sat up with a knowing look. George reached for the bottom of her shirt and looked into her eyes to see if this was okay. To let him know she wanted this, she mirrored his action and reached for the bottom of his shirt, tugging it and helping him remove it. She saw him shirtless before but right now it was affecting her a lot more. She leaned over quickly and placed a kiss to his chest and he smiled down at her lovingly. When she pulled away, she removed his hands and replaced them with hers. Making eye contact with him as she teased him by pulling off her shirt slowly. (Y/N) wasn’t wearing a bra since they were getting ready for bed and she always slept braless. Georges eyes sparkled with anticipation as she finally made it to her breasts and she swiftly removed the rest of the shirt and tossed it to the side.

He exhaled just before he spoke and (Y/N) knew she had him under her control. She chose not to hide herself since she trusted him so she sat with her breasts out for him to see. George hesitantly reached upwards so he could touch her. (Y/N) slowly moved forward so their foreheads were now touching. Finally George reached her and held her breast in his large hand and began to massage it a little. At the same time they both let out a breath and they knew it was time.

They reconnected their lips once again and began french kissing as George played with her boobs. One of his hands moved downwards a little and pulled at her nipple with his fingers. This action made her moan into the kiss and she bit his lip. “Mm” George groaned a little not expecting her to react that way and she released his lip. Replacing her teeth with her lips and began to suck on it. She pulled away and pecked his lips one last time before copying what he had done before.

(Y/N) began kissing his neck, suddenly feeling very confident in herself. She began kissing up his jaw and made it to his ear, licking it a little. She was blushing like crazy but she loved how they felt against each other and she wanted more. He squeezed her hips a little tighter due to the fact that he was now starting to get turned on but wanted to make sure he went slow with her. Little did he know he had just unleashed something she’d been dying to release. Him being the only one she ever wanted turned her on a lot more and the fact they were doing intimate things to each other was driving her crazy. Without knowing what she was doing, she began to softly grind against George as they kissed and had her boobs played with. The moment she heard him whisper “Fuck (Y/N)..” was the exact moment she felt him beginning to get hard underneath her. Her heart was pounding and she was excited. Wanting to go further, she remembered what she saw in a romance movie before and began to kiss all around his chest to see what type of reaction she could get out of him. George had let out another soft groan as she began to kiss more towards his abdomen and she began to realise how much she was affecting him. The outline of his dick was now showing through his pyjama pants and she bit her lip. He watched her reaction to see if they should stop now but was taken aback at how dirty of an expression she had on her face right now. She was blushing and biting her lip as her thumb drew circles into his waist. He noticed what she was staring at.

Before George even had a chance to ask her if she wanted to continue she interrupted him with an unexpected question. “Can I touch it?” She asked him and this time it was his turn to blush. Never had he ever met someone so straightforward and it was her innocence that lead to this question and she didn’t even realise how much she was affecting the younger twin. Not that he was complaining or anything. George simply nodded, afraid to speak and hear what his voice sounded like. (Y/N) grinned and bit her lip again as her fingers moved to the waistband of his pants. She hooked her fingers underneath and tugged. George lifted his hips letting her remove his pants and she tossed them to the side before returning her gaze to his lower area. This position felt a little weird to George since he was usually the one leading but if it was (Y/N), he would probably let her do anything to him if she asked.

(Y/N) started by placing her hand on his left inner thigh and began to move closer to his dick. After what felt like hours to George, she finally reached him and pressed her hand right against it. She didn’t really know what to do so she started by rubbing her hand up and down it like she had done on his thigh and he let out a little groan from finally being touched by her. This time it was Georges turn to be shocked and he couldn’t believe this was happening. He always pined after his best friend but could never bring himself to confess. He always felt like he would corrupt her meanwhile she had been holding back all along. She was kind of scary. In a good way. Just as she was about to ask George to help her, his hand moved over hers and he helped her grabbed a hold of his dick.

Together they moved her hand up and down over his boxers before she looked up at him and with her eyes, silently asked him to remove them. George stared back at her, gulping. The moment she pulled them down and his dick sprang out, she felt something between her legs and squeezed them together. Once she discarded his boxers she went back to what she was doing before. (Y/N) held Georges dick the way he showed her a moment ago and began to pump her hand up and down. George moved his head back on the pillow. He loved the way her soft hands felt against him and he thrust his hips once into her hands and moaned. She bit her lip at his reaction and moved slightly faster. Suddenly she had the urge to touch it with her mouth and without warning, she leaned down and licked right across his tip. This unexpected action made George thrust his hips into her hands even harder and he moaned again. Noticing his reaction to her mouth on his dick was good, she licked it once again then completely covered his tip with her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. “F-fuck!” George yelped and he looked down at her with a blush.

Although (Y/N) never gave head before she always heard Angelina and Katie talk about it whenever they had sleepovers at school. They always talked about little things they did that their boyfriends liked, which (Y/N) would secretly keep note of in case a moment like this would happen and she couldn’t help but thank her friends in her mind. Remembering Alicia told her it was like sucking on a lollipop, (Y/N) copied that motion and continued sucking and licking his tip at the same time she jerked him off. Even though she barely had her mouth around him, it was enough for George to want to cum and he pulled her off to stop. Suddenly feeling embarrassed about being the only one completely naked, George pulled her up and turned her around so her back was now against his chest. She blushed at the feeling of his dick against her lower back.

Slowly he leaned backwards until they were both in a good position and started rubbing circles around her tummy and played with her boobs. George started moving his hands to the waist band of her shorts so he could reach inside and see if she was wet. Once he felt the top of her panties he slowly moved his middle finger down to where her hole would be over the soft fabric and he began to add pressure. He groaned at the feeling. (Y/N) was already soaking through her panties and she was starting to squirm in his grasp.

“Can I touch you too?” He asked. They were doing a lot of mirroring that night, copying each others sentences and actions. She quickly nodded and he chuckled. Together they removed her shorts and panties and they got back into their position. George started with rubbing all around her outer thighs before finally making it to her inner thigh and lightly brushing his finger near her vagina. She exhaled shakily. George moved a little so he could use his feet to hook around her calves in a way he could have more access to her and he began to spread her legs. Even though nothing was happening, she moaned at the feeling of George getting ready to touch her.

Once they were comfortable again, George brought his finger to (Y/N)s mouth and she began to suck on it, swirling her tongue around it like she did to his dick. Once it was wet enough he pulled it out and moved it to her vagina. Using his left hand to spread open her pussy lips and used his damp finger from his right hand to slowly rub circles around her clit. She hissed at the feeling and bit her lip. George smiled and began to rub her clit a little faster once she relaxed against him, also leaning down to place kisses across her shoulder. Instead of using his left hand to spread her open, he instead began tracing the outline of her hole with his middle finger. She moaned at the feeling of both his hands working on different parts of her body. Slowly he began to insert his middle finger into her pussy and he could feel just how tight she was. (Y/N) was breathing heavily now and her back was starting to arch against him.

Her little movements and sounds were enough to drive George over the edge and he moved to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” Then he pressed his finger all the way inside her. She moaned even louder and threw her head back and looked at him. Her eyes were sparkling. She reached up with her left hand to grab Georges head and pulled him into their 3rd heavy make out that night. George synced with the feeling of their tongues and moved his finger in and out of her quickly then eventually added a second. “Ahh Georgie-,” She started but was cut off again by his tongue. (Y/N) never felt this way before and it was unreal how badly she wanted to be with George.

George on the other hand was trying not to go too far with her and tried to pace himself but he felt so good kissing her and felt himself getting carried away. He began using his thumb to massage her clit as he pumped his fingers into her even faster. (Y/N) pulled away from the kiss immediately and let out the sexiest moan George ever heard in his life. In one swift movement, he flipped her over onto her back again and immediately started attacking her neck, leaving love bites everywhere. He really wanted to go all the way but just as he prepared himself to slow down, (Y/N) began speaking between moans. “Georgie. Ah. Oh fuck!….” She pulled him towards her by grasping his hair and slammed her lips against his. She sucked on his tongue then moved to his lips and started peppering kisses all over his lips and cheeks. She slowly kissed towards his ear and stopped, suddenly feeling shy about what she was about to whisper.

“Make love to me George.” She panted and that was it. George couldn’t hold back anymore. He quickly slipped inside her and they both let out a moan. “Fuuuuck!” George moaned. He stayed still so she could adjust to the new feeling. He looked down at her, eyes squeezed shut but chest heaving from how turned on she was feeling. George leaned down and kissed her forehead, reassuring her if she needed it. He made sure to stay still until she could fully and completely adjust to his length.

Slowly he started to move, but just barely as he could feel how tense she was. He leaned down to her ear and whispered "Just breathe and relax my sweet girl, doing so good for me.." Hearing this and how gentle he was being with her made her calm down quickly and she let her body relax. "Just kiss me and don't stop kissing me please." She whispered back and George knew it was time.

He felt her finally relax and he pulled out of her. "This will only hurt a little.." And with that being said he slammed back into her. She moaned loudly and clung onto George tightly as he repeatedly thrust in and out of her. George didn't even realise he had been waiting for this moment for a long time and he could hardly contain himself. He slammed his lips against hers and tried to copy the pace in which he was going at.

George was right, it did only hurt a little and I was now feeling nothing but pure pleasure. A moan escaped my lips as he kissed me and he suddenly started sucking on my lips and tongue so he could quiet me down. "Oh George!" I whimpered as he pulled away and let his head fall to my shoulder. I could feel my vagina throbbing at the way he moaned.

It was all too much for George. He was too focused on making sure that (Y/N) was feeling comfortable that he didn't focus on how good she felt. With his head buried in her shoulder he started letting out moans of his own. She was everything he dreamed of. She felt perfect. He felt himself losing control as he pounded into her. Holding her hands to make sure she felt okay.

"Shit George... Ahh Fu--" She said in between moans, letting go of his hands then scratching at his back as he fucked her in missionary. His eyes were squeezed tight and he groaned. Never had he been this vocal during sex and it was all because of her. "(Y'N) I'm going to cum.." He managed to choke out as he sloppily fucked her. All she could do was nod due to the fact that she was in the same state as him. On the verge of release. She moved her hips to match his pace and with one final thrust, they both came at the same time. Hands intertwined once again, (Y/N) squeezing his hips between her thighs.

Once they caught their breath. George slowly pulled out of her. "Are you okay?" He asked with genuine concern, helping her sit up. She leaned forward a bit and kissed him in response. "Thanks for this George, it was amazing." She told him.

He smiled back at her sweetly. He loved her honesty and found her endearing. "i guess now would be a good time to tell you that I love you and I want you to be my girlfriend." He said with confidence, their foreheads touching. "I think I was your girlfriend long before this night." She joked. "I would love to be yours Georgie, I only had a crush on you for forever." She admitted with her newfound confidence. "I love you too George Weasley." She said for the second time.

He smiled and for the last time that night, gave her the softest kiss they had exchanged so far. "Come on, let's get you all cleaned up." George said and took her hand leading her towards the bathroom for a shower. Once they were all showered up, he took care of her and he cleaned up the mess they had made and fixed the fort. They ended their night cuddling and fell asleep in each others arms.

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Brozone x Reader (As Parents Headcanons)

John Dory:

*John Dory always dreamed of starting a family of his own during his young adult years but after brozone broke up and him hiking/adventuring the last decade that dream seemed further and further away.

*All that changed when he met you during his travels you too had a meet cute and after some slow burn you had finally gotten together! Suddenly John Dory felt a little less alone in his life, with his brothers back you both discussed starting your family together, and while you weren't actively trying; John was excited

*Which leads you to today, when you had woken up you discovered a turquoise egg with (H/C) nesting in your hair.

*John was ecstatic when you told him, to say the least, already planning many family adventures for your family.

*During the egg's nesting cycle you will have to fight this man to hold your child, he will constantly be bringing the egg everywhere and anywhere showing them new sights and smells. Also likes showing off the egg to other trolls, Like a toddler saying look at this cool thing i made!

*His bro's got him some dad-themed merchandise i.e. coffee cup that says world's best dad, a t-shirt that says which says soon-to-be dad which he wears with pride.

*Once the egg does hatch, he is going to be emotional all day.

*Y'all have a daughter who has his skin color and your (H/C).

*John Dory and you are pretty mellow parents, you let your kid do whatever as long as they are not breaking any laws/committing genocide/murder.

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Spruce:

*Bruce never had dreams of starting a family of his own, he was content with his life and when Brozone broke up he was content to go find a new purpose with his life.

*And that's when he met, you! You were a troll working for Brandi on Vacay Island and when she introduced the two of you, you hit it off and formed a relationship.

*Y'all were content with your lives and not looking to add anything else in the mix but all that changed when you woke up one morning with not one but two turquoise/purple eggs with (H/C) nesting in your hair.

*Bruce was nervous, you were nervous; what if you weren't ready to be parents? But Brandi and the other vacay islanders were there to assure you that no matter what they would be there to support you and be your family in this next stage.

*You both traded off in nesting the eggs, Bruce would take mornings and noon to let you rest and you would take afternoons and evenings to let Bruce rest.

*Bruce loves talking/snuggling to the eggs during his shifts. even though the little trolls had yet to be born he wanted them to know how much he loved them and that they'd always be a family no matter what

*When the eggs hatch, y'all are going to be swarmed with two hyperactive boy babies but honestly, you and Bruce wouldn't change anything and actually start trying for more once the twins have grown a little.

*Y'all Rock those Milf and Dilf vibes

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Clay:

*Clay plans his life down to the very last scenario, even during his "fun boy" days he always planned on meeting the "one" and having a couple of trollings.

*Clay and you had met when he joined Putt-Putt village, you escaped with viva during the troll's escape from Bergen town. You and him had hit it off and with a little push from Viva you two had finally gotten together

*Clay and you are married for a year before you start actively trying for trollings.

*After a couple of months you both had given up hope of having trollings, I mean the other villagers could do it so easily why couldn't you??

*However your bad luck turned around when one day after waking up you noticed a bulging knot in your hair. Two small turquoise/lime green eggs with your (H/C) were nesting in your hair.

*Clay and you were ecstatic!! So was everyone in Putt-Putt Village; your small family finally felt complete.

*Clay is super annoying during the egg's nesting period, constantly following you around to protect you, limiting what kind of work you can do, how much rest you get, and what you eat. Honestly, you're pretty fed up with this man after this.

*When you're resting, he likes to keep the eggs safe in his hair. Man is like a feral dog with a piece of meat, will not let anyone near his eggs not even Viva; he will growl.

*Finally after a long two months, you're twins finally hatched! Two turquoise girls with your (H/C).

*Clay is definitely the strict parent, those protective instincts that arose during the eggs' nesting time are amplified to 100%. You are totally the girl's fun parent. Despite the differences in your parenting the girls love and respect the both of you!

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Floyd:

*Floyd like his older brother had always wanted to start a family but that became like a distant dream after Brozone broke up, starting his solo career, and getting kidnapped by Velvet and Veneer.

*After his eventual rescue and recovery with Branch in Troll Village, he met you; a friend of Poppy's.

*Poppy saw how hard the two of you were crushing on each other and pushed the two of you together which led to your eventual dating and marriage!

*A month after the marriage, to your surprise; you had found a turquoise/red egg with your (H/C) nestling in your hair.

*You were ecstatic but Floyd was nervous. He had always wanted to have a child but what if he screwed up his relationship with them like he did with Branch.

*But after some gentle reassurances from his brothers, Poppy and Viva; he felt ready to take on this next phase of his life albeit anxiously.

*Cries every time he receives gifts for the baby, cries when he feels the egg kick inside its shell, and cries every day about how lucky he is. Man is taking all the emotions during the incubating period.

"Floyd would be too nervous to nest the egg in his hair so you would be the main nester for the duration of the incubation period.

*When the hatching day is here, Floyd is a bubbling mess. Cries throughout the entire day but those are happy tears that your baby is finally and your family is complete.

*Y'all have a healthy boy troll with your (H/C). Your baby is so chill too, rarely cries and loves to play and giggle

*As your child grows, Floyd is definitely the parent who would let the child get away with everything. You are going to have to be the rule-setter.

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Branch:

*Branch has been alone for a long time, his brothers left him and his grandma had gotten eaten trying to protect him from a Bergen. So he had a deep desire to recreate the feeling of family he had once lost.

*But you had always been by his side since you two were you and through everything so it makes sense about the major crushes you two had on each other.

*After regaining his colors, Branch finally had the confidence to ask you out and you happily accepted; (even though you loved Branch no matter what).

*Y'all dated for a couple years and then were married before he discussed wanting children with you. To his surprise and excitement, you too had also wanted to have kids.

*So began your journey of trying for little trollings.

*A year after getting married you were surprised and excited to spot three turquoise/blue eggs with your (H/C) nesting in the knot in your hair.

* Branch goes feral during the nesting time. you will have to fight/argue with him to leave the bunker because he will try to keep you down during the nesting period.

*Will growl at anyone who comes near you and the eggs; only lets his brothers and poppy (with supervision) come around and see you and the eggs.

*Branch loves to carry the eggs in his hair when you need a break. Spends time talking/reading to them and telling them how much he loves them and can't wait to meet them.

*Poppy, Viva, and his brothers throw a baby shower for y'all and while Branch cringes at the dad-themed merchandise he is gifted, he secretly loves them and wears them all the time around the bunker with pride.

*Then when hatching day comes along, Branch is in a panic. What if he wasn't a good dad, what if they hate him?? But after he sees his little trollings, those worries dissipate.

*Y'all have two healthy boys and one healthy girl.

*Branch's protective instincts go from 100% to 10000% after the trolls are born. Your children definitely have Branch wrapped around their fingers and can get anything if they look cute or beg hard enough.

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[loveemagicpeace]

🏹Jupiter in Gemini🏹

Jupiter will move into gemini after 12 years.

Gemini is intellectual, expressive, questioning, dual, sociable, liberal. Gemini is a mutable sign and is adaptable. Gemini is the sign of communication and words. They always express themselves through words. They symbolize states of consciousness associated with intellectualization. Diseases associated with the sign of the baby are: asthma, bronchitis, inflammation of the chest and lungs. The bones associated with the sign of Gemini are the carpals and metacarpals, the humerus, the humerus, the scapula, the clavicle and the upper ribs.

Throughout history, the twin symbolizes Eros and Anteros. The two stars that exist in this sign are Castor and Pollux. There are supposed to be flames of fire around their heads and when this happens the storm on the sea dies down. The old Kop name for twins is supposed to be "Pri Mahi" - which means completely connected, united. Vows are associated with Gemini and Mercury.

The sign of Gemini is two-bodied and double. The twins do not hold hands, they are separate souls, they move from left to right. The sign of Gemini is difficult because of its dual nature. This is a multifaceted, changeable personality. Geminis are outspoken, arrogant, hyperactive. They are bright and good speakers. They like artificial gems. They can often be impatient with people because they are very quick-tempered and don't like things to go slowly. They are also very restless individuals and cannot stay in one room for long periods of time. They spend their whole lives searching for an ideal that they cannot see because it is right in front of them.

Best qualities: diversity, willingness to change. Cons: Lack of consistency across the board. They change quickly, as if they have two inner voices: one says do and the other says leave.

Jupiter represents optimism, wisdom, growth, learning, happiness, exploration, charity, compassion, inspiration, meaning, path and faith. It includes believers, rich people, employees, big banks, judges, fortune hunters. It is associated with the liver, bile. Jupiter rules blood, veins, arteries, thighs, hips.

Jupiter can bring the following things to the signs:

Aries Rising

You might become more involved in your community, or even take it upon yourself to learn something new for fun. It can bring more thinking, education in the mental field. You can travel short distances more. More interaction with siblings, relatives.If you are going to move somewhere, you can have better neighbors who are optimistic and friendly, even foreigners. You may accidentally meet some important people or people who will change your way of thinking. This house also represents the cause of the loss of property, the cause of moving away from home, long journeys of the spouse (the partner may travel somewhere).

Taurus rising

Many things can be related to finances, money (in general, property). Jupiter can give you great luck in money and comfort. You can live more luxuriously. You can find comfort in the smallest things. Much more enjoyment and great things. Maybe your inner feelings can start to change more.You can find yourself in areas that you weren't so familiar with before. Spend more time with family friends. Things can also be related to vocational education. Long journeys related to work. If you have a partner, there are also things related to the inheritance that you get from him. If you are going to travel long distances, it is good to take care of your health.

Gemini Rising

Jupiter will bring you a personality transformation. You may change your appearance and style - start looking at yourself and your body differently. You will be more open and direct and have strong opinions. It can also bring some insight about yourself (which you haven't figured out so far). Jupiter gives a deeper and more meaningful way of doing things. It can bring you certain types from your childhood and possibly dealing with it. Connects with the money of a friend and father (you can get money from them both). You can meet someone on a trip who you fall in love with and who awakens a different kind of love in you. You can also find a different love for yourself (in a deeper way).

Cancer Rising

During this time, you will delve more deeply into yourself and your subconscious, thinking more profound things. You will focus more on hidden things. You can meet someone who helped you through things (usually Jupiter brings mentors, teachers and people from whom we can learn). We can spend more time in institutions that are more isolating than hospitals, etc. If you are going through a difficult experience or illness, this is a sign that things will turn around for the better. Since this is also the house of the most difficult battles and tasks, you can fight with yourself a lot. Things that can also be related to secret enemies, residence in a foreign country, ways of release.You may have to let something go in order to move on.

Leo Rising

You will be more popular in society and among people. It is possible that you will meet more people and start socializing more with those who inspire you. You can start putting more on the dreams and goals you have, you can get a new interest in a new thing. You will be more dedicated to yourself and form your own opinion about society and maybe start participating more actively in it. You can buy more or give money more for personal interests. Your loved ones may be traveling for a long time. It can be the affective health of the uncle and aunt on the mother's side.

Virgo Rising

More luck based on your career. Lots of career opportunities and maybe a new path that will change your life. Also something bigger and new that you didn't expect to happen. More acquaintances, especially more interaction with older and authoritative people (more masculine energy). More connection with parents and father (father can help you more or give you money). You can meet more people who are destined to get to know them and get in touch with them. Jupiter can give you lucky coincidences with the people you need. Money can come from abroad and you can start earning abroad or get an opportunity there.

Libra Rising

You can decide to take a long plane trip or a spiritual journey that will give you a new perspective. You can decide on a higher education such as: philosophy, law, religion - or continue your studies / complete your studies. You can explore and investigate new things more than usual. You can think more about what you belong to and what belonging to someone means to you (what it means to you), you can also be more lucky in many things. You can gain a lot through spiritual experiences and psychic experiences. You can come to a greater awareness of yourself and what it means to you. You can take better care of your property and you can get back something you thought was lost a long time ago. There can also be connections with a parent of the opposite sex than yourself. You can do more sports or decide to be more dedicated to it and seek pleasure with one person.

Scorpio Rising

Jupiter will bring you an emotional transformation that will rebirth you and make you a better person. You can experience a deep connection with one person and have a deeper intimate relationship with them. Things can also be related to inheritance, you can get some property or something in you to your advantage. You can gain a lot from other people, especially money from other people is at stake here. Many opportunities and things can come through others. You can also get a lot of money from others and it is also good to invest money. You can gain a lot from a partnership or marriage. If you are involved in any lawsuits now, the outcome of them will be good.

Sagittarius Rising

Jupiter will bring you things related to others it mainly relates to the relationships you have with others (any). If you are already in a relationship, you can get married or get engaged (engagement usually happens under this aspect). You meet a lot of spiritual people who can help you and show you the way or someone who is more open, open-minded, you can get along better with friends. Jupiter represents marriage more, so this can be more in the foreground than the relationship itself (depending on the aspects). During this time, you can also attract someone who suits you more on a personal level. You can get to know your other side better and also notice what really suits you and what doesn’t. A friend with whom you are close can travel for a long time, or someone with whom you are closer.

Capricorn Rising

Jupiter can bring you more opportunities and new things related to your hobbies, entertainment and spending your free time. You can go into a more special relationship or fall in love with someone. You will want to express yourself in some way, and let the world see you. You can be more sociable and if single, meet new romantic partners. You could fall in love during this transit, but if there aren't any other grounding influences. it's most likely you'll just date a lot. You can also have someone who is not from your country or someone you meet on a trip. You can be more creative and do things related to creativity and you can also be more recognizable. A good time also for gambling or any related opportunities. Your passions for what you do will show more. Income can come from real estate and property. U can publish more things. This can also be a good period to have a child/get pregnant.

Aquarius Rising

Jupiter can bring you more joy. You can easily go more outside your comfort zone. You can focus on your routine or things related to you and your things. Artists of any kind are rewarded when they boldly fuel their creations with authenticity and freely express themselves. You will get prosperity and accomplishments with your ability to win over opponents. However, it can give expansion in loan and debt-related issues because of your ignorance. During this transit period, you will realize the value of the financial management.

Pisces Rising

you can go on a trip that will be longer and last longer. Your home can be somewhere else for a while and you might even find a place where you will feel the best. You can find a place that gives you a feeling of home and warmth. It can also mean finding a dream house or making wishes come true and also remodeling your home. You can feel better at home and have a better relationship with your parents (especially with mom). You can also better see things that ended and understand why they ended. Maybe you and your family can have some kind of family tradition about what you will do this time.

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Non-negotiable HCs I have (Dick edition):

He cracks his knuckles—a bad habit he does constantly, but even more when he’s nervous or frustrated over something he can’t control.

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He has ADHD, but instead of hyperactivity (ADHD), he has impulsivity (ADD-I), which means he often doesn’t know how to process his frustration, makes bad decisions in the moment, and sometimes doesn’t fully remember what happened.

He works on it in therapy because “I’m not stupid enough to follow B’s footsteps.”

(At least not with this)

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He’s a little shit

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Whenever Jason brings up his “vengeful emo phase,” Dick just looks at him like he’s crazy and brushes it off entirely.

Nobody in the Batfam believes Jason when he talks about angry, brooding, isolating Dick—the real Angry Robin™…

Well, except B, Alfred, and Tim, who did witness it firsthand but refuse to back Jason up.

So he’s left muttering “traitors” under his breath

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Legally, Dick only pays for and technically owns a Netflix account.

He steals access to all the other streaming platforms from the Manor (which Bruce pays for)

Every time one of his siblings changes the password, he “sneaks in” to get it back

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He actually has a really broad taste in music (literally listens to everything—metal, pop, opera, reggae, you name it)

He’s the one who introduced music into the family, and all of his siblings picked up pieces of his taste that suited them best… but yeah.

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His hair is definitely a 2C texture, jet black, and I’m 100% sure he takes care of it and has both a quick and a full hair routine.

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I like to believe he’s still taller than Jason (yes, I’m ignoring every official source, and what about it?).

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He watches Adventure Time while doing stuff.

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He’s the messiest of all the Bats (and Tim is right behind him)

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He eats breakfast twice

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He likes Brooklyn 99

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When he laughs really hard, he claps.

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He knows that Steph and Tim dated for a while and that now they’re siblings (which is so weird, by the way).

But whenever he sees them interact, he can’t help but think they act like twins.

(Just in the way they interact—visually, they barely pass as distant cousins, at best.)

[Yeahhh, Bruce’s HCs got stuck… no idea why.]

<< Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 >>

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[jadeshifting]

— ENRICHING YOUR LIFE ( ADDING DEPTH TO THE MUNDANE IN YOUR DR. )

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when you’re scripting and visualizing your desired reality, it’s easy to get laser-focused on the blockbuster moments—saving the world, wielding magic, or being the main character in your dream fandom. but let’s be real for a second: your DR is still a life. you’re not just living the big scenes; you’re living every moment in between, too. and honestly, those so-called “boring” moments? they’re magic in their own right when you give them the attention they deserve.

on leveling up your visualization game by romanticizing the mundane, grounding yourself in the day-to-day, and making your DR feel as tangible as your morning coffee (or tea, if you’re classy like that)

₊˚⊹♡ — RISE AND SHINE.

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forget leaping out of bed ready to duel Voldemort or hunting walkers first thing in the a.m.—god forbid you enjoy your first few moments of consciousness. what’s the vibe when you first wake up every day?

• THE BED SITUATION … are you sleeping on a cloud-like mattress with satin sheets that practically beg you to hit snooze, or is it a creaky twin bed with a patchwork quilt that smells faintly of lavender? maybe your bed is so big that you practically get lost in it, or maybe it’s a cozy little nook tucked into the wall, surrounded by shelves stacked with your favorite books. think about the little things: the thread count, the texture, the weight of the blanket as it wraps around you like a warm hug. and don’t forget the pillows—fluffy, firm, or the perfect mix of both?

• LIGHT OR DARKNESS … does golden sunlight spill across your room, or do you wake up to the hum of city life through blackout curtains? maybe the sound of rain pattering on your window lulls you into a dreamy state, or maybe it’s the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air that gently pulls you out of slumber. how does your room feel in the morning—quiet and serene or buzzing with potential?

• ON YOUR NIGHTSTAND … is there a stack of half-read paperbacks, a vintage alarm clock, or a random collection of trinkets like a half-eaten chocolate bar and a single mismatched sock strewn about?

the more specific you are, the easier it is to place yourself in your DR. not just visualizing when you wake up there for the first time, but when you wake up there every day. suddenly, you’re not just imagining a day in your DR—you’re living it

₊˚⊹♡ — CREATURE COMFORTS ( LITERALLY. )

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listen, not every DR moment is going to be about epic battles or romantic drama. sometimes it’s just your cat pawing at your face because you forgot to feed her when you got caught up saving the world

• YOUR FURRY ( OR SCALY, OR FEATHERED ) FRIENDS … what’s your DR pet like, if you have one? are they a mischievous tabby that loves knocking things off counters, or a sleepy golden retriever that somehow still believes they’re a lap dog? do they have quirks like chewing on socks or chasing imaginary bugs? visualize their fur, the sound of their purr, or the weight of them curling up next to you

• MORNING WALKS … if you have a dog (or a hyperactive dragon), picture the early morning walks—the chill in the air, the leash in your hand, the way their tail wags when they spot another dog. maybe you pass the same neighbors every day, sharing quick smiles or stopping for a chat. maybe there’s a particular spot your pet loves—a park bench, a tree, or even just a patch of grass that they sniff every single time like it’s brand new

₊˚⊹♡ — THE ART OF GETTING READY.

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sure, you could skip right to the plotline, but what about the small details of how you actually prep for the day?

• WARDROBE … is your closet full of combat boots and leather jackets that scream “always ready for a fight,” or is it cozy sweaters and thrifted overalls that make you look like the lovable protagonist of an indie video game? picture yourself picking out an outfit—what does the fabric feel like when you drag your fingers across it? when you tug clothes off their hanger? how does it feel when you look in the mirror?

• MORNING TUNES … what’s playing in the background as you prepare for another day in your desired reality? a mellow indie playlists, or some aggressive 2000’s music like you’re about to take on the apocalypse in style? maybe you have a record player spinning something timeless, or maybe it’s the sound of your roommate or lover singing off-key in the shower that sets the tone for the day

₊˚⊹♡ — MEALTIME MAGIC

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right now, we’re not talking about grand banquets (although, yes, go ahead and visualize those, too). what’s breakfast like on a random Tuesday in your DR?

• COFFEE OR TEA … is it served in a chipped mug that’s been in your family for years, or is it a latte with foam art and a rose petal garnish? do you add a splash of oat milk, three sugars, or just take it black? picture the warmth of the mug in your hands, the way the steam rises in delicate curls, and the first sip that makes you sigh with satisfaction

• WHAT’S COOKING … picture the smell of sizzling bacon, or the first bite of toast slathered with homemade blackberry jam. maybe you’re living the cottagecore dream and baking fresh bread while humming to yourself, or maybe you have an extensive staff of butlers and chefs that ply you with savory goods every morning

₊˚⊹♡ — CHECK YOUR TO-DO LIST

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running errands might sound mundane, but in your DR, even the most basic to-do list is teeming with potential to be exciting and cinematic

• GROCERY RUNS … are you wandering the aisles of a charming farmer’s market, filling a woven basket with fresh produce? or maybe you’re swiping your way through your local self-checkout lane, laughing with the cashier before strolling home through the cobblestone streets of your city. think about the smells, the sights, the hum of conversation around you. what kind of shops do you visit, and how do they reflect the world you’re living in?

• WINDOW SHOPPING … imagine the little shops you’d pop into—a dusty bookstore with creaky wooden floors, a quirky antique shop, or a bakery with the kind of pastries that make you want to write poetry about them. what catches your eye? what do you take home—a leather-bound notebook, a crystal paperweight, or just a memory of the shopkeeper’s smile?

₊˚⊹♡ — EVENING COMFORTS.

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let’s talk about those lazy, quiet evenings when nothing major happens—but everything feels just right. the perfect activities to wind down from being so perfect all day long (ugh, exhausting)

• MOVIE NIGHTS … are you curled up on the couch with a big bowl of popcorn, rewatching your favorite film for the hundredth time? picture the glow of the TV, the crinkle of the popcorn bag, and the way your blanket feels wrapped around you. are you watching alone, or is someone there with you, sharing quiet commentary and inside jokes?

• SELF-REFLECTION TIME … maybe you spend your evenings writing in a leather-bound notebook by candlelight. think about the scratch of the pen on paper, the flicker of the flame, and the quiet satisfaction of putting your thoughts into words, summing up the day’s events to remember forever

• LATE-NIGHT SNACKS … is it cookie dough ice cream straight from the carton, or a carefully prepared midnight snack of brie and salami arranged on a silver platter, a luxurious way to end the day?

₊˚⊹♡ — BRIDGING THE GAP: FINDING COMMON THREADS.

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one of the best ways to ground yourself in your DR is to notice the overlap between your current reality and your DR

• SAME, BUT DIFFERENT … maybe in your CR you’re always sipping on iced coffee, but in your DR, it’s always served in a crystal goblet with a sprig of mint. or maybe you’re a journaling fiend in both realities, but in your DR, you use a quill pen and ink

• FAMILIAR FEELINGS … think about the endless sensations that cross over—like the feeling of soft socks after a long day, or the sound of rain on a roof. the more you notice these little things in your CR, the more real your DR will feel when you visualize them

₊˚⊹♡ — WHY THE MUNDANE MATTERS

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romanticizing the everyday doesn’t just make your DR feel more vivid—it makes it feel real. when you focus on the small, tactile details of your life, you’re not just creating a setting; you’re building a world you can actually convince yourself you’re aware of—which is the entire “secret” to shifting. the easier it is to believe you’re there already, the better !!

so go ahead: romanticize the laundry, the coffee mugs, the grocery lists. add depth to the moments in between the action. because sometimes, the magic isn’t in the grand gestures—it’s in the tiny, everyday things that make that reality feel like home

happy shifting !! xoxo :^)

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[thehoodsweetheart]

A/N: I had this work in my drafts for a while and decided to put it out. I would love feedback. It’s a bit on the rough side and lengthy. (Probably should have been 2 Parts but I rolling with it). I’ve said it before and nothing has changed, my characters/readers are black.

Word Count: 4,410

StackxBlackOC

Warnings: Profanity, drama, tension, toxic arguments, angst, betrayal

Summary: Anastasia left town before the SmokeStack Twins skipped town to chase dreams in Chicago with secrets and a broken heart. What was meant to be a short trip back to Houston, TX turns into a reckoning with the past she thought she buried.

The bassline of "Before I Let Go" by Frankie Beverly and Maze blasted through the speakers as if on cue when Anastasia “Stacey” Prince stepped into her father’s house. Normally that was a signal that it’s about time to leave the cookout. From the litany of cars that filled the driveway and trailed down both sides of the street, the party was in full swing. Plenty of red Dixie cups in hand, conversations trying to beat the music's volume, dominoes, spades, the NBA finals on one of the tv’s drawing a crowd were all signals that this served as a reunion of sorts.

She silently thanked God the house had the air conditioner on despite the frequent traffic in and out of the home. She was no stranger to heat or humidity, but she had gotten spoiled living in the mild yet warm weather of Los Angeles. She did not miss that Texas heat, actually southern heat generally. When her parents divorced while she was young, her mom took their kids back to her hometown of Ladera Heights, part of the Black Beverly Hills of Los Angeles, CA. Stacey and her brother spent most of their time in LA but winter and summer breaks in Houston or Slidell, Louisiana with their dad. She had a love for Texas though. That love had brought her back for college at TSU. Her brother on the other hand was sent to live with their father when he was in high school due to too many fights.

The smell of barbecue filled the air thick enough to choke somebody. She gripped her sons’ hands tighter as she made her way through the crowded house trying to also maintain a hold of a gift bag. The two seven year olds were practically dragging her to get to the backyard ready to play with the kids. Through the crowd they could see the bounce house and other kids chasing each other around it. Stacey offered a warm smile and small hellos to her relatives and her father’s friends before she heard his boisterous laugh. 

“Slow down. Y’all don’t even know where y’all goin!” Stacey fussed at her hyperactive boys in a hushed voice. They were far less interested in the introductions to family that arguably they should have already known. The boys were eager to play.

“Whoaaa! There goes my baby girl. And who are these big boys dragging her around?” His light brown eyes gleamed as he stretched his arms out wide. The boys laughed and jumped into his arms in excitement. Richard Sr. tickled his grandsons making them squeal deep dimples accenting their snaggletooth smiles. “Hey Sweets.” He leaned, placing a small peck on her forehead. 

“Happy Birthday Dad! Why didn't you tell me you were having a party?” Stacey chastised him. 

“Get that stick out ya butt! It’s just a cookout. You look like you’re dressed for a party anyway. Maybe not this one…” He motioned to her outfit. She wore a black cottage core House of CB dress with black mules.

 “Oh whatever. I just wanted a heads up…and I’m always fly.” She stated a matter of factly pretending to toss her hair over her shoulder since it was too short in her fresh bob. She held up a little burgundy bag with gold cursive embossed writing. “Your gift.” 

Big Rich smirked, taking the bag. “You must be doing real well. Cartier for your old man? You shouldn’t have.” 

“Just say thank you.” Stacey muttered as she folded her arms across her chest. Her eyes scanned the open floor plan of the two story home. She shifted her weight on her feet taking in her surroundings.

The truth was this was more than a birthday gift. This was a peace offering for the guilt of hardly coming to visit Houston within the last seven, almost 8 years. Stacey had visited three times, two of which she did not bring her twin sons. Those two visits were also within the same year and considered ‘girl trips’ for the weekend. Richard Sr would travel to Los Angeles to visit them frequently but he never held his tongue about his disapproval of his daughter not visiting him.

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“When’s the last time you came to see your old man? I think you should come to Houston for at least the weekend, if a week is asking too much of you.” Stacey’s father glanced down at his iPhone to watch his daughter’s reaction via FaceTime. The thought of Houston pulled a sigh from Stacey. Her lips turned up into a smirk matching her father’s expression. He had anticipated an eye roll from his stubborn daughter.

“Which weekend are we speaking of? I need to check out my calendar and the twin’s schedule. I might leave them with mom.”

“You ain’t gotta leave my grand babies. They can hang wit their grandpere. Your fine ass mama can come too though.”

“Please Dad, you know she has a new husband.”

“I ain’t never cared about a punk ass nigga.”

“Now why does he have to be all that? He coo’ to me. He treats her well.”

“Sound like you switchin sides sweets. I never thought I’d see the day. My only girl would utter favor upon the opps.” Richard Sr. shook his head in disbelief, committing to acting as if his feelings were hurt. Stacey let out a goofy laugh covering her mouth.

“Daddy, I would never betray you. Scouts honor.” She held up a crossed middle and index finger.

“I don’t know if I want you to visit me no more. Just send the boys.” He continued his act of discontent.

“They ain’t coming without me. We’re a package.”

“Package my ass. Return to sender. You were just saying that you were going to leave them wit your momma.” He shook his head. “You want my card info so you can get these tickets now?”

“I don’t need your money Dad. Thank you but your daughter is fully capable of—“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah… you can pay yourself. I don’t want you to though.”

“You just want to make sure I actually come. I know you.”

“I know you too.”

“I’m not that flaky. We’ll be there for your birthday.”

—

“Mhm…You lookin’ for somebody?”

“No, not at all.” She lied. There was an unsettled feeling at the pit of her stomach that she struggled to decipher if it was anxiety or intuition. She was looking for the reason why.

“Well let me make you a drink. You look like you need it.”

The twins had broken free from their grandfather running towards the backyard as Stacey’s big brother opened the sliding doors. They screamed “Hey Uncle” in unison as they hurried to the bounce house. Stacey’s older brother, Richard Jr looked down at them eyebrows raised as he took a step back with a chuckle as they ran out. He held his arm out to usher a heavily pregnant Annie walk in before him. He grabbed a bottle of Dussé from the kitchen cabinet giving his sister a quick wave before returning outside. She fought the urge to roll her eyes at him as she accepted the cocktail from her dad.

Stacey’s eyes went wide with excitement seeing her dear friend that she considered like family. She practically completely zoned out from whatever her dad had been rambling about. Annie was the big sister Stacey wished for. They met when Annie moved from the Delta up to Houston. It was merely a coincidence that Annie was married to one of the two demons that did business with Stacey’s father and brother. A smile crept into your face taking in the image of her. Her tight coils pinned up into an updo. She wore a yellow flowy maxi dress that complimented her deep complexion and offered some cleavage for view. Stacey knew her husband had to be close behind. She prayed his twin wasn’t. She anticipated them to appear with bated breath.

“Hey Mrs. Annie!” Stacey beamed.

 “Stacey?! Now this is a surprise. Ya Pa finally got ya down here. Why you didn’t tell me you were coming?!” Annie smiled with a hand on her hip. Stacey’s dad patted her shoulder as he walked away. The women pulled each other into a warm embrace. Stacey broke the hug to rub Annie’s swollen belly. 

“Mmm. He did. The point was for it to be a surprise! I can’t wait to meet your baby girl.” Annie had revealed to Stacey over a recent call that she and Smoke were expecting a baby girl.

“You and I both. I’m bout sick of this heat bein pregnant.”

”Tell me about it. I was miserable. I don’t miss none of that.”

”Speakin’ of…Those was your boys almost knocking your brother over?” Annie knowingly asked. You chewed your bottom lip and nodded. She offered a sympathetic look. “They look just like ‘em too. Ain’t no hiding that.”

”They’re good boys. A handful though with all that energy but as charming as can be.” Stacey watched them go into the bounce house before returning her attention back to Annie. “Let’s get you a seat somewhere. You don’t need to be on your feet.” Stacey changed subjects leading Annie to the couches in the living room where there was less of a crowd. 

“Don’t you start fussin over me too! I get enough of that from the guys.” She fanned Stacey off as they sat down. Stacey twiddled her thumbs.

”Does Smoke know?”

”You asked me not to say nothin. I respected that.” She tapped Stacey’s knee. 

Stacey should have known. If she could trust anyone it would be Annie. In fact, Annie was the first to know about Stacey being pregnant. She ran to Annie in a panic and hysterics not knowing what to do. Stack and Stacey had already broken up. The last thing she wanted was him to think she was trying to trick her way back into his life. Especially when that was the last thing she wanted to do.

The benefit was Smoke was a man of few words. Stacey could easily be a topic he didn’t inquire much about. They also left for Chicago after she moved to LA, buying her much time. Annie understood why Stacey kept the twins a secret. Annie accepted her husband and all that he was whether she agreed with it or not. She knew Stacey struggled to accept the lifestyle the SmokeStack twins had because it was too much like her father’s. They were caught up in drug trafficking, gang wars, robberies, and a slew of other crimes. Her family flipped that drug money into legal businesses that proved to be lucrative, but she knew they played both sides. Her father moved like a ghost with a deadly hand and the twins were no different. Stacey even resented her brother didn’t strive for a more clean and narrow life.

“I never got a chance to properly thank you for everything.”

”We family. You didn’t need to.”

”Oh but I do. My request was selfish.” 

Stacey left early enough in her pregnancy that no one knew she was pregnant before she left. She moved back to Los Angeles somewhere between being lovesick and a heartbroken puppy, tail tucked and head down. Elias ‘Stack’ Moore was her first love. What started as a teenage crush of her brother’s charming best friend, led to a secret or “private” courtship, then blossomed into a whirlwind romance. It ended up being a hot and cold and often toxic relationship. All in all, during their last encounter, Stacey saw a side of Stack that she never wanted to see again. Her heart rate quickened just at the thought.

”What you gone do today cuz they all here?”

”I guess I can’t avoid it forever.” Stacy tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear.

”Avoid what?” Smoke spoke up causing both of the ladies to jump a bit in their seats. Annie put her hand on her chest. He eyed Stacey with an expecting look. Stacey shook her head taking a gulp of her drink. 

”Nearly scared me half to death…Hey Smoke.” Stacey let out a nervous chuckle.

 “How you been Stacey?” Smoke squinted his eyes as his eyes shifted between you and Annie. He half waited for you all to answer his initial question. Smoke had come into the house to look for Annie after noticing she didn’t return outside with RJ. That’s when he caught the tail end of their conversation. He could tell from the women’s body language that they were shaken from the thought that he even heard that much. 

“I’ve been good. Nothing worth complaining about. What about you? I see congratulations are in order.” Stacey tried not to shrink under his studying gaze.

“Thank you. Glad to hear you good.”

Much later in the backyard…

Richard Jr. leaned against a beam of the patio watching his nephews play. Her older brother never questioned it. In his mind, the twins could’ve been the result of a rebound relationship. His gut told him differently each time he saw them over the years. He just knew it wasn’t none of his business. Stacey never asked nor cared for his opinion when she started messing with his friend, so what happened after he left alone. Never spoke of it.

The twins slid out of the bounce house whispering to each other. They shot each other dimpled smiles before walking separate ways. The youngest of the two walked over to the patio where the coolers were. He used his small hand to wipe the sweat from his brow. The heat caused him to frown. He rocked on his bare feet trying to wait for the large masculine figure to move. The man was hunched down digging into the ice for longer than the little boy’s patience could stand.

“Excuse me sir! Can I have a Sprite?” The little boy asked cutting to the chase. Stack stood up to his full height, turning to find the little boy who was in a rush.

“What about a water?” Stack offered, cocking his head to the side.

“Nah…I asked for a Sprite.” The little boy protested.

“Your mama let you drink soda?” Stack raised and eyebrow.

“If I finish before she see me then she won’t know.” A mischievous smirk eased on the little boy’s face, his dimples in tow. Stack chuckled, shaking his head at the little boy’s antics. 

“How about a CapriSun?” Stack bargained.

“2  CapriSuns and you got a deal.” The boy hustled.

“If you that thirsty then you should take the water.”

“The other one is for me.” Another small raspy voice peaked up from behind Stack. He walked around to his brother’s side giving the tall man a once over. 

“Y’all boys twins?”

“No…I just met him today.” The twins laughed in unison. The blind could see the boys were identical. 

Elias chuckled low. “Y’all came out the womb negotiating, huh?”

The taller one stuck out his hand. “I’m Ezra.”

“EJ,” said the other, following suit.

Elias blinked. “EJ?”

“Elias Jr.,” the boy corrected. “But nobody calls me Junior except my granddad. And just when he’s mad.”

The bottle nearly slipped from Elias’s hand. His smirk faltered.

“Elias?” he repeated, voice just a little offbeat.

“Yeah,” Ezra said proudly. 

Just then, the glass sliding door slid open. Stacey stepped out into the glow of the string lights—phone in one hand, small plate of cake in the other—then froze.

There was her past, standing face to face with her future. 

Shit.

“Ez. EJ,” she called quickly, tone clipped. “Go inside. Wash your hands and sit down. No soda.”

The boys groaned in unison. “But—”

Stack stood there, eyes shifting from the twin boys to Stacey then back to the boys. He took in their features. Their small jaw lines a miniature version of his own. The dimples, slight arch in the left eyebrow. 

“Now.” Stacey ordered.

They knew that tone. Both darted off, leaving Elias staring after them with his jaw clenched and something unreadable in his eyes.

Stacey approached, keeping her expression neutral, calm.

“You want some cake?” she asked lightly, nodding at the plate. “Red velvet. From Aunt Marlene. You still like that?”

Elias didn’t take his eyes off her. “Elias Jr.?”

Stacey paused, lips tightening around a calm smile. “It’s a popular name.”

He scoffed, shaking his head slowly. “Stace.”

She tilted her head. “Don’t start.”

He took a slow sip of his drink, then lowered it deliberately. “You naming one of your kids after me is wild as hell. But what’s crazier? You showing up here with me-sized children and thinking I wasn’t gonna ask questions.”

“They’re my kids,” she replied.

“Didn’t say they weren’t. But I know my math. And I know my face. And Ezra? He got your attitude and my sarcasm.”

Stacey’s expression didn’t move. “You’re reaching.”

He stepped closer. “You know who they belong to, Stacey.”

“Does it matter?” she said, voice lower now. “You told me to stay away from you. You made it very clear.”

“Don’t flip this,” he snapped. “You vanished. Had my sons without telling me. Let your dad visit them in L.A. like it was some secret mission—”

“Because I didn’t want you in their world,” she cut in, sharper. “And I didn’t want them in yours.”

“Funny,” he bit back. “Since they damn near walked straight into mine.”

Stacey looked away. “They don’t know who you were.”

“They will,” Elias said. “Soon. But you? You and I—we’re gonna talk. For real. You owe me that.”

“I don’t owe you—”

“Dinner,” he interrupted, jaw flexing. “Tomorrow night. My spot. I’ll send the car.”

Stacey folded her arms. “I’m not on your payroll, Elias.”

He grinned, wolfish. “I know. That’s what makes this fun.”

She rolled her eyes but didn’t say no.

He leaned in, his voice dipping. “Bring your pride. But bring the truth too. I want it all.”

And just like that, he walked away—cooler than the bottle he left behind, but burning hotter than the grill smoke behind him.

Stacey stood still, heart drumming under the surface. She had just lost control of the narrative if she ever was in control of it.

And dinner was less than 24 hours away.

Stacey crossed her legs slowly, deliberately. Her black silk dress clung to her like it had secrets of its own. Her lip gloss was perfect, her expression was not. She stared across the table at Elias like she was staring down a man with a loaded gun and history told her, in many ways, she was.

But she wasn’t twenty-three anymore. And she didn’t flinch for men like Elias Moore. Even if her pulse said otherwise.

Elias sat like sin on a throne. One hand resting on a lowball crystal glass of scotch, the other draped over the back of the booth. Smug. Rich. And ten times more dangerous than when she left him.

He sipped slowly from his glass, jaw tight, a diamond-studded watch glinting under candlelight. No jacket, just a black shirt rolled at the sleeves, showing off forearms veined and tensed. That same smirk people mistook for charm rested on his mouth. But it wasn’t charm tonight. It was fury held hostage behind an attempt to show good manners.

Stacey had accepted his invitation. Begrudgingly.

Elias looked her up and down.

“You clean up nice,” he said coolly, though the heat in his chest rose like smoke. “Didn’t think LA would turn you into a cloud engineer-slash-tech princess with investment portfolios and twin sons named after your past.”

Her jaw tensed.

She shifted in her seat across from him ever so slightly, graceful, composed.

“I didn’t come here for your sarcasm, Elias.”

“No?” He leaned forward, forearms on the table. “You’re here to explain why the hell I met my sons next to a bounce house and a f**king Capri Sun cooler.” 

 “So you invite me to dinner? For that…” Her eyes scanned the closed restaurant that only milled with a few staff members.

“I wanted to catch up without any interference. Seeing you yesterday reminded me how much I missed your company.” Stack smirked, deepening his dimples.

“I call bullshit, but I’ll leave it alone.”

”Don’t pussy out. Say what’s on your mind.”

“I know you want to really know why I did it. The truth is I was scared and young. I might not have known much about life yet, but I sure as hell knew about you. Men like you and your brother. Men like my father. I knew if I didn’t want to get forced into a decision that I didn’t want to make, then I would have to take agency of my own life. I had to protect me and my babies. And from what I heard, I wasn’t the only one to skip town.”

“So what? That was a fuck me while you ran off carryin’ my sons? They my kids too right?”

“I—I heard you threatening one of your little conquests to have an abortion. I saw how you treated women you didn’t want any more. Look how you did Mary. What made me different?”

“You know that I love—loved and cared about you. I was crazy about you.”

“Sure had a funny way to show it. Our last conversation you told me to stay away from you and you didn’t want to hear anything from me ever again.” 

Elias flexed his jaw feeling himself grow more frustrated with this conversation. He ran his hand over his face exhaling. Men like you and your brother. Men like my father. Stacey’s words echoed in his mind. He respected Big Rich but the SmokeStack twins were a different kind of beast. They were relentless in their dealings and everyone knew not to cross them. That didn’t stop people from trying. Elias was careless with women because he could be. Stack was boystorous, while Smoke preferred to move like a ghost. What's the consequence when you can make shit disappear? she knows not to provoke a man of their word. He told her never to speak to him, so she didn’t. He didn’t do it out of spite or anger. He wanted to protect her.

“I want a DNA test.” He said deadpan. 

Stacey nodded at the request. It was equally understandable yet unexpected. She chuckled bitterly, turning her head to the side to gaze out of the vast window beside her. The night view of the city’s lights played as an excuse for her to formulate her response. She straightened her posture before peering into Stack’s chocolate orbs.

“Ok.”

“Ok? That’s all you gotta say?” Elias narrowed his eyes like her indifference was a bigger betrayal than silence.

“I don’t know what you want me to say. Fine! Take the test! It won’t change shit for me. I didn’t come looking for you. I don’t have shit to prove!” Stacey allowed her irritation to slip out.

“Lower your fuckin voice.” he gritted

“Stop cursing at me.” She matched his tone, pointing a freshly manicured finger at him.

“Still a brat. I oughta bend you over my knee and spank you.” Stack bit his lip revealing his gold fangs. Stacey scoffed, rising from her seat, yanking her dress down.

”I don’t even know why I came here. Bye Elias.” She turned, but didn’t make it two steps.

“Anastasia.” He didn’t shout. He didn’t need to.

Her full name slid from his tongue like a knife in velvet. It was rare, intimate, intentional.

She froze.

For a second, the restaurant blurred.

She was twenty-three again, barefoot in his penthouse, wearing one of his shirts and nothing else.

Elias had whispered that name against her collarbone like it was sacred. And then later, he’d said it like a curse.

The memory hit like déjà vu she didn’t ask for.

Elias stood slowly, chair scraping softly behind him. No rush. No threat. Just presence: weighted and sure, the kind of stillness that says don’t test me.

“Sit down.”

Her jaw clenched, a flicker of emotion crossing her face before she buried it. That name still had teeth. She hated that it still fit in his mouth like it belonged there.

“We’re not done,” he added, quieter this time, like a fact more than a warning.

And just like that, Anastasia sat.

Not because he told her to.

But because some part of her still remembered what it meant when he used her real name and it burned.

“Once I get that paperwork, I plan on showing up for them. I’ma try to do right by them.”

”You’ve always tried, Elias. Tried new ventures. Tried new cities. Tried new women.” She took a sip of her wine, slow and deliberate. “Trying was never your issue.”

He glances away feeling the gravity of her words.

“You were a collector of beautiful things. Acquiring more for the sake of having them, which isn’t to speak to their value or what you deemed them to be…” Stacey set down the glass.

“Are you saying that I don’t value—“ she cuts him off, shaking her head.

“No…and yes? Possibly. You wage value in proximity to your ego. If you’re the first one with it, or if it's one of one. The more rare the better right? Until the next thing becomes the object of your affection…I won’t pretend to know your inner workings or who you are now though.”

“Are we talking objects or women?”

“Is there a difference?”

“Ahh Stace! You wound me. You think so poorly of me. Everything has value. Every woman has value. They also have a role to play. I possess the power to assign those roles. It’s made the most prideful and self proclaimed ‘virtuous’ bend to my will.”

“There’s Stack.” She referred to him as his street nickname.

“Don’t do that.” His jaw tightens.

Stacey leans in, locking eyes with him. 

“Why not? You taught me how to compartmentalize.”

They stared at each other—wounded, proud, still burning. Finally, the waiter appeared to pour wine. Neither looked away. Just as the door of the private dining room closed behind them, Elias leaned forward again, voice lower now.

“After tonight,” he said, “don’t think you can walk out of my life again without a war.”

And Stacey—chin high, eyes locked—simply said:

“Then let’s not make it a war.”

[j2h5b5]

When Derek walked in to find Stiles handcuffed to a kitchen chair, he stopped in his tracks and just stared for a few moments. Stiles stared back, his expression defeated, his eyes showing the kind of exhaustion that's unique to someone who has spent a whole day chasing after two hyperactive six-year-old werewolf boys the night before a full moon. Derek felt a growl rising in his throat and fought it down. "Where are they?" he asked instead, keeping his tone carefully neutral.

Stiles sighed. "I would wager they're holed up in the playroom Mario-Karting their asses off since I grounded them from it for the day." He pointedly jingled the bracelet encircling his wrist, which was attached to one of the slats along the backrest of the chair. "Can you...?"

Derek scanned the kitchen and saw the key resting on the counter next to the microwave. He made quick work of unlocking his husband, who immediately began massaging his wrist as Derek leaned in to plant a somewhat distracted kiss on his lips. "Don't worry, I'll handle this," he said.

"Derek."

This had been a point of contention for them in recent weeks, as their adopted sons' behavior had escalated from minor mischief to potentially dangerous hijinks. It was a good sign, Stiles insisted, an indication that after almost seven months of being in their care, the boys were feeling comfortable enough to misbehave. Derek wholeheartedly disagreed, believing that laying down the law was not only important but necessary, lest they end up with uncontrollable twin monsters.

And that was easy enough for him, as the boys had a natural healthy respect for the Alpha, viewing him with undisguised awe and obeying his instructions at least seven times out of ten. (And the other three times, they regretted it but quick.) For Stiles, the average was one in ten, and usually the obedience was coincidental, not intentional. It was depressing him, and, more, it was putting undue stress on their relationship.

"I was handling it!" Stiles had protested one day two weeks ago, when Derek had walked in to see both boys jumping gleefully on their beautiful black leather sectional, blond curls bouncing chaotically as Stiles repeatedly (and unsuccessfully) grabbed for flailing appendages he could use to pull them back to solid ground.

"It didn't look good from where I was standing!" Derek protested. "You're way too easy on them, Stiles."

And true, all it took was one Alpha growl from Derek to snap them to attention, a command to "Get down NOW" and five minutes facing the wall in separate corners before they were sniffling and full of contrition and apologies. Stiles didn't want to be jealous of his husband's far superior child-wrangling abilities, but he was. And it was becoming quite a sore subject.

So now, at Stiles's one-word objection, Derek took a deep breath and a step back, gesturing for Stiles to lead the way to the playroom. He could just be backup, he figured, maybe flashing Alpha eyes at the adorable brats from behind Stiles’s shoulder. But Stiles stopped him from following by placing a hand on his chest. "They'll never take me seriously if you're always bad cop," he said.

It was important. To Stiles, to the boys. To their family. Derek raised his hands in surrender. "I'm here if you need me," he said, and Stiles leaned in for a real kiss before Derek headed back to the living room to perch on the couch and listen from afar.

And what he heard was truly impressive. Stiles was stern. He was authoritative. He confiscated the contraband video game. He doled out early bedtimes as a consequence. He explained in no uncertain terms why their behavior was unacceptable and what would happen if they didn't start following the rules. He didn't even raise his voice. The three of them emerged ten minutes later, one twin in Stiles's arms and the other clinging to his shirttail, both of them looking sufficiently chastised.

Derek raised a questioning eyebrow at Stiles, who was clearly trying to suppress a smirk. "We're all good now," he reassured, knowing full well that Derek had listened to most of the exchange. "But Oliver has a question for you."

The twin at Stiles's side looked at Derek with wide blue eyes and said, "Why do you have handcuffs in the drawer next to your bed?"

[adhdduckie]

cuz he's my best friend's brother!

my masterlist

pairing : choso kamo (my beloved) x reader.

on the radio : lunch by billie eilish.

word count : 11.1k

synopsis; he's your best friend's older brother- that's all he is to you. nothing more, nothing less. so why do you feel this way about him? and why are you so interested in the things that he does? he seems to have no interest in you at all. (no curses AU) turns out he's just as whipped as you. yuji being done with u n choso forever

or;

years of gradual buildup to a romantic relationship between your best friend's brother; choso kamo.

guys im so sorry this has been marinating in my drafts for months.

t.w; swearing, some angst? eventual fluff. reader is described as having a period and wears dresses. lmk if i forget anything else

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AGE 5 and AGE 7

You met Yuji at your day care. you'd been sitting on the grass field in the backyard of sunny smiles daycare, tears welling up in your eyes as you glared angrily at the ground. you didn't want to be here! you wanted to be at home with your mom and dad!

it was your first time being away from your parents for so long, and you'd stormed away from the sunny smiles worker as soon as your parents left.

so that brought you to where you were, sitting under a shady tree all alone, stabbing angrily at the ground with a stick. it's not that anyone was actively avoiding you, as a couple of other kids had approached you but you hissed at them like a feral cat, not particularly enjoying your emergence into society.

it all changed very quickly though, because just when you found a little stick bug, a little boy with bright pink hair and a bright smile came bounding up to you.

“Whatcha lookin at?” he asks, and you look up at him.

“Bug.” you respond shortly, and his smile brightens even further, if that was even possible. (you learn to know that his smile is blinding, and something he doesn’t reserve. He gives them to everyone as if it's as easy as breathing to him.)

That’s how you become best friends with Yuji, over some fascination over a stick bug, in the corner of a playing field.

You end up finding out that he lives on your street, a couple of houses down, with his big brother and his  dad.

Throughout the years, you spend countless hours over at the itadori/kamo household, and it becomes a second home to you quite easily, their father being kind and outgoing helps you become seamlessly integrated into their family of 3.

The first time you went over, you were sooo excited the night before, you couldn’t sleep! You’d known yuji for an entire 2 weeks, and could not wait to meet his older brother, and his parents.

The day of, you were so hyperactive, bouncing around while you whined to your mother when she took an entire 10 minutes to get ready to walk you to his house, running ahead of her on the pavement on the way there.

You race up the stairs to his door, pounding your little fists on the door, somewhat rudely and rather impatiently, but you get a pass for being a literal child.

Your mother pulls you by the hand away from the door and scolds you for being impolite and so impatient, but you’re too excited to care.

You can hear the door being unlocked on the other side of the door, and then next thing you know, there’s an angel opening the door and staring down at you with the prettiest purple eyes.

…record scratch.

The boy standing in front of you is not an angel, but he might as well be. Longish black hair thrown up in to two twin ponytails, with deep set eyes and a thousand yard stare, he’s gorgeous. He smiles at you, greeting you formally as if he’s an adult, and not just a 7 year old boy.

Your mom coos, ‘such an adorable little boy,’ and already responsible enough to be answering the door.

“Look at him, y/n. He’s so well behaved. You can learn from him.” your mother says, looking down at you with an affectionate smile.

You can’t even reply, you’re so taken with this boy. This must be choso, Yuuji's older brother by two years.

You look him up and down, and he smiles at you. You decide immediately that you love this boy, and he will be yours. (you’re 5, and he’s 7. He’s not going to be yours anytime soon.)

So obviously you do what any 5 year old would when presented with a cute guy. You grab onto him, and refuse to let go even when your mom is pulling you off him.

“Sorry, I don't know what’s gotten into her.” your mom apologises to the boy, trying to hold in her laughter.

“It’s alright.” choso replies with a smile.

At that time, Yuji seems to hear the commotion at the door, and comes bounding over, yelling your name excitedly.

“Yuuji!” You yell in response, letting go of his brother momentarily to hug him.

“Why didn’t cha tell me bout your brother?” you ask him, before immediately reverting back to choso’s side.

Your mother sighs, before bids you goodbye and heads to work, thinking to herself that the years to come will be interesting indeed.

“Whaddya mean?” yuji asks you, as he pries you off from his brother and pulls you into the house to give you a tour.

“.um, duh….he’s going to be my husband. You will be my brother in law!” you tell yuuji confidently, sure that you will win the heart and the affections of his older brother.

Yuuji stares at you with a concerned and open mouthed look, before he breaks into a smile.

“Will we be related?” he asks cheerfully.

“Yes! You can be my brother in law!” you tell him, already planning out your future, just considering the names of your children.

You forget that choso is behind you, trailing, and he lets out a soft chuckle, before he rubs the top of your head. He’s pretty tall for a 7 year old, but then again, he’s always been the tallest kid in his class.

“I’ll wait.” he tells you and you brighten, smile radiating like a thousand suns.

choso thinks it’s funny, and considers it just another childhood promise that is made by kids that aren’t kept.

But you’re convinced that he’s the one for you, and the one you will love forever. You’re convinced that this is who you’re meant to spend the rest of your life loving, and that he was made for you.

You and Yuji spend the day in the garden, playing with the sandpit they installed, frisking around in the pool, and on the set of the swings, all under the watchful eye of choso.

choso seems to be built for the role of protective older brother, because yuji and you aren’t allowed to be out of his watchful eyes for more than a minute.

He plays with you guys with a level of maturity you’ve never seen in a kid before, but he still is patient as he plays with you in the sandbox. In later years, you’ll look upon moments like these to realise just how serious he’s been, even as a child.

When you and yuuji had an argument over who should get the neon green shovel, he sighs, before telling you that you should take turns, an hour with you and an hour with yuuji. By the time yuuji’s hour is up, you’ve already forgotten about wanting it.

That would never stop him from being sweet and considerate to you, though. Time at the itadori household passes by quickly, and soon, hours have passed and it’s lunch.

You follow behind choso and yuji as they walk into the kitchen, to be greeted by jin, itadori’s father.

You smile at him, introducing yourself a little to him, while he talks to you as he cooks.

Yuji and choso jump onto the seats surrounding the island with some difficulty, but they’re still able to reach. Being 5 years old, you can’t reach, and struggle to clamber on, so choso gets off his chair to help you up to sit on it.

He’s so caring, it’s almost ridiculous.

Hours later, when you leave the itadori’s house only after the promise of many more visits to come, you’re still giddy from the high of the day, kicking your feet as your mom walks you back to your home. You wave to yuuji and choso, who are both staring out the window to see you leave.

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AGE 7 and AGE 9

Two years after you meet yuji, you’re still spending so much time over at yuji and choso’s house.

it's safe to say that you enjoy their house more than your own, considering how you’re there almost every single waking moment. Your mother worries about intruding, but it’s not something that really crosses a 5 year old’s mind.

Jin laughs anytime your mother frets, and says there’s nothing to be worried about, and he doesn’t mind that you’re there a lot, as “both of the boys seem to love [you]”.

In later years, your mother will often comment on how you seemed to be so taken with choso, and yuuji, but both in different ways.

For yuji’s 8th birthday, he got a small house. Not literally, but one of those children houses that you would find in a walmart, for at most a hundred dollars. It was plasticy and shiny, with red (plastic) bricks, and a purple roof. It was just big enough to fit the three of you at one time, and suprisingly, at the age of 9, choso was still perfectly content to spend time with an 8 year old and a 7 year old.

You remember the day yuuji got that house. You were at sunny smiles daycare, playing on the seesaw set when he came bounding up to you with a big toothy smile.

“Guess wa i got for ma birthday!!'' Yuuji all but demands, looking somewhat smug despite having a massive gap in his teeth, where he’s missing his two front teeth. (all i want for christmas is my two front teeth, my two front teeth!)

“What?” you ask him, getting excited already. His energy is infectious, which makes you wonder why choso looks so tired all the time. The bags under his eyes are prominent, even though you know his schedule well enough to know that he sleeps about 10 hours, and somehow he still has them.

Genetics, you guess.

“No silly, you need to guess.” yuuji tells you, climbing up onto the opposite end of the seesaw, and you fly upwards.

You let out a giggle, and think for a second, before loudly exclaiming; “hmm, a parrot?”

“Nope! Try again.” yuuji responds.

“A new bike?” you try again, and he shakes his head. His face splits into a large grin, and he shakes his head.

“Wrong!” he exclaims, before sighing and yelling out loud; “a plastic house”

“Noo way! You’re so lucky, i’m so jealous.” you whine, your legs pumping the seesaw up and down as you move.

“You can come over after school, you know?” he tells you. Suddenly getting off the seesaw, which causes you to fall off and hit the floor.

That is what brings you to here, now. Playing in his kitchen when he decides he wants to take you outside to see the little house.

Choso follows behind the two of you quietly, making sure you both don’t injure yourself by tripping or some other funny way.

As yuuji opens the backyard door, you see it.

A plastic house, just big enough to fit three or four kids, with red plastic ‘bricks’ and a purple roof.

The purple is a shade you’ve seen before, and you realise almost immediately that it reminds you of choso’s eyes, so you voice that.

You turn behind just in time to see the pink on his face, and you let out a giggle, while yuuji pretends to be deaf.

That little house becomes a very important figure in the games you would play back in those days .

Like many 7 year olds,  you wanted to play house, and as a somewhat bossy 7 year old, you decided that you were gonna be the wife and choso was gonna be the husband.

Yuuji, forever the afterthought, was gonna be your dog.

And that was a game that was played for many years, until choso and yuuji both decided that they were too old to be playing house but that didn’t mean that your friendship had changed in the slightest.

AGE 12 and AGE 14

Just before choso left middle school to go to high school, he was widely well known in your shared middle school as Yuuji's cute older brother, and you agreed, of course, but he was choso. You may have been in love with him the first time you met him, but he was your best friend’s brother!

A massive figure in your life, something you had grown up with. Choso was the one who would patch your knee up if you fell, and sat up with you if you ever had trouble with your homework while yuuji waited by playing video games. All of this meant that choso was someone you worshipped, for the way he treated you and for the person he was.

It was one of your typical mall visits with choso and yuuji on a weekend, where jin had dropped the three of you off at the mall to have some fun and catch a movie.

Yuuji and you had decided to go with some horror movie, and had taken choso to pretend to be over 16 so you could see a slightly age inappropriate movie, since at that age, choso was almost taller than jin, towering over just about everyone you knew, so he was your master plan in catching that movie.

Jin, believing that you just went to hang out at the mall, drove you there. Choso in the front seat, and yuuji and you in the back. You were leaning with your back against the door, with your legs thrown over yuuji’s lap as you scrolled through your phones, sending videos to each other.

Jin stops as he pulls up to the mall, turning back to look at you in the back of the car as he smiles and tells you to be safe and have fun on this trip to the mall, and that he expects a call and update on everything that you do, so he knows when to come pick you up.

As you step out of the car, there’s a large cramp in your stomach which causes you to double over. It’s  nothing you’ve ever experienced before, in terms of pain, but it doesn’t last for long, so you play it off.

Yuuji gives you a strange look, but doesn’t say anything, as he knows that if it was serious enough you wouldn’t stop whining about it, so he turns to the front as he eagerly leads the way into the airconed mall.

It’s rather empty, seeing how it’s late afternoon on a Sunday when people would rather be at home spending time with their families.

The cramps are back, and they are slightly worse, making your eye twitch. It mostly goes unnoticed, but you do get a slightly concerned look from choso, who mouths the words; “are you alright?” at you, and you just nod, eyebrows furrowed, wondering what is making you so uncomfortable.

You pay for your popcorn and drinks at the cinema, opting to share two large popcorn buckets between you two, as yuuji always seems to finish the first one before you’ve even managed to get one.

The three of you sit in a row together, with yuuji on your left side, and choso on your right. You’re given the task of holding the popcorn, and the darkness of the theatre does well to mask the flush on your face from being so close to choso.

While the theatre is a bit cold, you feel nice and toasty, not just from the heat on your face, but from having choso’s warm body heat so close to you.

Human earthworm 2 begins to play, and yuuji eagerly dives into the popcorn, watching intently. The cramps suddenly come back again, and something feels really wrong. You try to play it off, but after a while, you completely give up, whispering a hush “i’ll be back.” as you climb over yuuji’s legs while you try to get to the bathroom.

As you walk out of the theatre, you’re stuck with an even larger feeling of dread, the pit of your stomach seems to burn, and you’re afraid of what you’re going to find in the bathroom.

In the privacy of the stall, you realise what’s wrong. Your period. You’ve gotten it for the first time. The timing could not be worse.

You sigh, thinking about how there might be some pads in the bathroom for any emergencies, and when you check, there isn't.You panic, a bit (not a bit, a lot), and check the clothes you’re wearing. There’s a bit of a blood stain on the bottoms, and you’re about to cry.

Not when you’re out! This is so mortifying, literally the worst thing that could happen to you.

You realise you won’t be able to cover up the stains, as you left your jacket in the cinema hall.

‘Fuck.’ you whisper out and slump down in defeat, not exactly knowing what you should do here.

Time passes really slowly, and a quick glance at the time tells you you’ve been here for over 20 minutes already. At that thought, your cheeks heat up, as you’re afraid what the boys will think you’re doing in here.

You sigh, before realising you have no choice but to ask them to help you, but the idea of texting and mentioning your…predicament is enough to make you tear up a little in embarrassment.

At that moment, you hear a ping from your phone, so you pick it up to check, and what you see makes you stop crying immediately.

Choso; are u ok?? We’re a little worried abt u

y/n; …

Choso; ???

y/n: i need ur help pls

Choso : ofc what do u need?

Ten minutes later, you hear a call of your name from the entrance of the bathroom, and you unlock the door, walking to the entrance of the bathroom to come face to face with choso, who has a new pair of shorts slung over his arm, and a bag of period products for you.

He gives you a worried smile, before he asks if you’re okay.

You nod in response, too embarrassed to actually look at him in the eyes, and you whisper out a rushed thank you before you grab the stuff and use them.

He returns back to the movie, sitting next to a confused yuuji, who asks where he went.

“The bathroom.” he whispers in response, before turning back to the movie. Yuuji looks at him funny but doesn’t say anything, and just turns back to it too.

Later on, when you sit down next to them again, you whisper out another hushed thanks to choso, before wrapping the hoodie around your waist, just in case, and paying attention to the movie.

This incident isn’t ever spoken about again, but you always remember how he was eager to help you, while you know yuuji would have been so freaked out.

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AGE 16 AND AGE 18.

School’s let out, and it’s summer time. You know what that means, right? Pool days at the itadori household!

Last summer, jin itadori arranged a surprise for the boys- a pool, and for the last three weeks, you’ve been there almost every day, with yuuji.

You’d play in the water together, or sit by the side of the pool with a cold drink in your hand, reading, playing games (in yuuji’s case) or by napping.

But most of all, you’d talk.

Yuuji and your friendship was centred around there being no secrets, and how you’d trust each other with your life.

So, he basically knew everything about your life, except for one tiny…miniscule and unimportant detail.

The crush you had on his brother.

Somehow you had managed to be less obvious with it than the ones you had had in school for some ungodly reason, but your luck with boys had never been that great, considering that none of those other crushes could even hold a flame to the one you had on choso.

But you couldn’t, because of this.

“Oh, how’s choso doing at uni?” you asked yuuji at the beginning of summer break,  with a fake air of uninterest to seem suave (you’re just fooling yourself and yuuji, everyone else knows)

He blinked at you, wondering why you seemed so uninterested.  shouldn’t you care? Choso  is your friend after all.

“Don’t you talk to him?” he asked, and you shrugged

“A bit, but not a lot.” you responded, pushing up your shades and reclining in the chair. you usually just get messages from him asking how it’s going and if you’re doing alright, but nothing really deep, since he’s so busy with school.

“Oh. Well, he said he’s got a new girlfriend, and his studies are going well.” yuuji responds, splaying out on the pool chair, turning his face up to the blinding sun.

Your heart drops down to your stomach, and it stings much more than it actually should.

“Oh. really?” you ask, trying to keep a steady voice.

“Mhm.” He hums, completely oblivious to the internal strife you are so very obviously facing. “You know, I actually spoke to her over the phone. She’s really sweet. Her name’s yuki.” he continues, eating chips out of the bowl so casually as if he hasn’t just torn out your heart.

You know yuuji means it when he says that choso’s new girlfriend is sweet. Yuuji is an exceptional judge of character, and was always, even from a young age. He may have been oblivious sometimes, but he really did know how to make excellent friends.

An example is the friends you made in freshman year, nobara kugisaki and megumi fushiguro. You were close with both of them, but you hadn’t known them as long as you had known yuuji, so you would always be closer to him than them, but that didn’t mean you didn’t love them.

And because you trust yuuji’s sense of her, you decide that maybe it isn’t worth getting upset over, since he sounds happy with a girl that is sweet. And all in all, you have no right to be getting upset, he’s not yours and he never will be. (haha. Haha. hahahhahahaha.)

You realise you’ve been quiet for too long, and social formalities deem that you respond now, or yuuji will actually start to get suspicious, which is not what you want.

“Oh, that’s great! Do you have any pictures of her?” you ask, before realising you really really shouldn’t have asked, because you don’t want to know.

Luckily, yuuji shakes his head. “Nah. but she will visit in a couple weeks to meet dad.”

Your finger twitches slightly, and you groan internally. Oh well.

So that brings you to the predicament you are currently in. three weeks later after you find out that choso actually has a girlfriend.

It’s about 3 in the afternoon, and as usual, you’re parked next to the pool with Yuuji and megumi, but not with nobara, since she’s away shopping in france (she’s living the life, is she not?)

But the thing that’s actually bothering you, is right in front of you. In its hot, muscly glory.

Choso.

He’s been back from university for over a week now. When he came back, he had greeted you with a big hug, and a ruffle of your hair, telling you that you had grown up a lot since he had last seen you.

Oh, how the turn tables.

He’s changed, too.

Because, when he was in highschool, he had been a tall and skinny guy, but now, he’s not so skinny anymore.

He seems to have put on loads of muscle in the months  he’s been away, and it almost changes the way you completely perceive him.

But god, does he look good.

Especially with the way he’s pulling himself out of the water, muscles tensing in his back, straining in his arms.

Thank you for this view. You pray to whatever kind god has presented this view to you.

And then you remember. He’s got a girl.

You practically growl in annoyance, and megumi sends you the weirdest look you’ve ever seen.

He knows too much to live.

You practically drag your eyes away from him, feeling wrong and unfair to be ogling someone else’s boyfriend, even if you have known him for much longer.

As choso walks past you to walk back into their kitchen to grab a drink, he flicks some water at you, which makes you flinch and drop the book you’ve been pretending to read.

Yuuji’s preoccupied with his phone and megumi snickers, which causes you to drag your eyes away from his back (when did you even start looking at it, my god?)

“You know, you’ve been on that page for the last twenty minutes” megumi oh so helpfully supplies, whispering just low enough that yuuji can’t hear. He leans forward towards you with a leer on his face that makes you want to slap it off his face

“I dunno what you’re talking about” you respond, picking up your book again, bringing it up to hide the flush that’s taking over your face from megumi.

You can hear him laughing.

When choso comes back from the kitchen, he’s got two glasses of iced tea in his hands. He walks back past you and you fight to keep your eyes trained on his face. Which allows you to catch the easy going smile he gives you as he passes you a glass, before settling into  his pool chair which is right next to yours.

“Where’s mine?” Yuuji whines, forgetting about his game for a moment to complain.

“Yeah, what about us?” megumi chimes in with a snort.

“If you wanna drink some, get it yourself.” choso replies

This becomes a game for you and megumi. You, who tries to look at choso and admire him without anyone noticing, and megumi catching you and teasing you about it like you’re both 11.

When you do meet yuki, a couple weeks later, you realise that you can’t even hate her. She’s sweet, although she is a bit strange.

You’re all gathered around the dinner table, in the yuuji household.

Yuuji to your side, as always. Jin at the head of the table, and choso and yuki sitting opposite.

You’re directly opposite yuki, and you immediately grow to like her. She’s sweet and funny, and has a strange sense of humour.

“So, how did you guys meet?” you ask them, watching the way they seem to lean into each other. Your heart squeezes, but you hold your love for choso above your romantic interest, and if he’s truly happy, that’s all that matters to you.

She smiles, and turns to her side to look at him. There’s so much love in her eyes for a relationship that is relatively new.

“I actually met yuki in the cafe that I work in.” choso responds, smiling at you as he picks up the plate of chicken.

You smile while taking a sip of your drink, swallowing hard before you speak; “that’s cute. You write your number on her cup?” you tease, which is a lot easier than you think, because even if you love choso, his happiness means more.

“Yes, actually. She seemed so sweet and she was gorgeous and I knew I had to know her, and the next thing I know, I'm in love.” He responds with a happy smile.

Suddenly, you’re 5 again, walking down the itadori household for the first time, with your arm wrapped around choso’s as you refuse to leave him. He smiles at you and promises to wait for you.

You’re 11 and he’s sitting out of spending time with his friends to help you with your homework.

You’re 12 and he’s helping you conceal your period. You’re 12 and a half and you’re sitting on their couch, playing games with him.

You’re 16 and he’s bringing out cups of a drink for you and only you. You’re 16, and when you’ve gotten wasted from a party he asked you not to go to, he sits up with you in the bathroom, holding your hair back as you throw up, because he promised that he’ll always wait for you, and that means that he’ll always take care of you.

You’re 16, and you’re helping him get ready for his senior prom, with a girl that doesn’t deserve him, but it’s not like you think you deserve him either. You’re standing in his room, watching him throw on his black jacket, and you look at the sorry excuse of a tie he has on, and you slap his hands away as you try to fix it. He sits down for you, without you having to say something, and you walk closer to him. With his legs pressed together, it’s hard for you to reach his tie, and he realises, so he lets you step in between them. You’re focusing as hard as you can on his tie, just so your heart doesn’t speed up too much and he can hear it. He watches you intently with a smile on his face, and you feel your cheek heat up. When you finish straightening the tie up, you pat him on the shoulder, and he lets you go. You don’t want to see him walk out with the girl on his arm, so you go home early, but not before you wish him to have fun.

And you realise that as you think this, none of this will actually matter to him, because he loves her.

And that kills you, but there’s nothing you can do.

You spend the rest of dinner rather quiet, not really talking much, but also subtle enough that nobody asks you what’s wrong.

choso’s 7 and he’s opening the door to see you, in your little pigtails and your yellow dress. He’s seven and he’s promising to wait for you.

He’s 9 and he’s playing house with you even though he hates that little house that his father bought him. He’s 9 and he’s your husband in that little plastic kitchen, watching you cook with a smile on his face.

He’s 13, and while he’d rather be playing football with his friends, but he’s sitting at their dinner table helping you understand your homework, since you’re scared of getting it wrong at school.

He’s 14 and he’s worried when you spend too much time in the bathroom, texting you to ask if you’re alright. He’s 14 and he’s buying pads and new clothes for you to change into to make sure you’re comfortable.

. He’s 18 and he’s letting you fix his tie for him, even though he knows how to tie his tie, but he lets you fix it anyway. He’s got a smile on his face and he’s aware that he probably looks like an idiot, but he likes how concentrated you are on this meagre task. Once you’re done, you pat him on the shoulder and he’s confused. He wants you to see how dapper he looks with the corsage pinned to his chest, him with his tie, the way his hair is done and his suit, but when he asks yuuji where you are, yuuji tells him with a confused look on his face that you’ve already gone home. He’s 18 and he’s unable to stop watching you with a smile on his face as you yell at his brother for eating your dessert, even though he’s got a girlfriend, and that you’ve always just been his little brother’s best friend

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AGE 20 and 22

You’re finally at uni, somewhere you’ve always waited for. You haven’t deliberately chosen the same place that choso is going to, but you’ve been joined by nobara and megumi and yuuji together, so that you are always together.

( a year or so ago) When you found out that you had gotten in, you had raced out of your house, to yuuji’s during the summer holidays, rushing through their door with the envelope.

You run past the kitchen where choso’s standing as he sips a cup of coffee, and you yell a good morning to him. All he does is laugh, a twinkle in his eye as he sips again.

You don’t pay too much attention to him because right now, something else is much more important. You stampede your way into yuuji’s room, where yuuji is on his bed, still sleeping.

You jump onto the bed, slapping yuuji awake.

“Yuuji, yuuji, yuuji yuuji” you yell loudly from excitement.

“WHAT” he groans, throwing his pillow at you, which you duck, due to your epic skills.

“I got in!” you scream happily, throwing the big fat envelope in his face.

It smacks him in the face with a loud thump and he groans in pain, looking at the envelope, before he says “congrats” and promptly turns back onto his side and goes back to sleep.

You kick him on the side, lightly, not enough to hurt, and huff angrily as you jump up from his bed, and pick up your big envelope again, tucking it into the waistband of your sweats, having not bothered to change out of your pyjamas, and walk down the stairs to the kitchen.

As you walk into the kitchen, choso looks up from his cup of coffee, and he gives you a bright smile.

“I heard from a little birdy that you got in?” he asks you, and you grin.

“Yes! I did, i’m so excited.” you tell him. “And hopefully yuuji, megumi, and nobara did too.” you continue, happy that you might be with them.

Just then, you get a message on your phone, and you pull it out.

You let out a squeal of excitement as you shove your phone under choso’s nose, showing him megumi’s text that he too, got accepted into this university.

“I take it you’re excited?” he asks you, feeling a slight pang of uneasiness when he sees how excited you are that megumi had also gotten in, but he doesn’t really know why.

“Yeah! Hopefully yuuji and nobara can also join so we won’t be without them, and then We’d also be able to see you more, as well!” you say, trying to play it off as you’re not the one who’d probably be the most excited that you could see him more.

Despite yuuji and choso being siblings, and choso caring a lot for him, they are pretty nonchalant when they haven’t seen each other for a while, but you guess that’s just sibling dynamics.

Choso feels his heart speed up in his chest, and he smiles.

“That’d be nice, for sure.” he responds, humming as he sips his coffee again.

Just then you really look at him. This is his second cup of coffee and it’s barely 9 am.

“How long have you been awake? And are you even sleeping?” you ask him, because you’re worried. Your brows furrow, and he leans in to show you, and you notice that the dark purple circles under his eyes that have always been there, are a bit darker than normal.

He sighs, and rubs his forehead before he explains; “i’ve got a paper due soon, so i’ve been working pretty hard on that.”

You frown, worried about his lack of sleep, and you push him towards getting more, because he looks tired.

Just like he promised to always look after you, you promise the same.

Just then, yuuji comes bouncing down the stairs, and he runs out to the mailbox. You realise what he’s going for so you follow, excited to see the results.

He rips open the mailbox, and sees a big envelope and he grins. You’re bouncing on your feet beside him, eager for him to open it.

But yuuji wants to open it with his big brother, so you go back in. When inside, he tears up the envelope cover and pulls out his acceptance letter, and you all celebrate.

That was over a year ago now, and you’re in your second year of college.

2 months after you joined choso’s university with megumi, nobara and yuuji, you met Ander.

He was sweet at first, and he provided a good distraction from a love you had for choso that seemed to fade the more you spent time with ander. It was really useful, because choso and yuki were everywhere you looked.

But after awhile, you were desensitised to it, so whenever you would see choso, your heart wouldn’t fill up with so much excitement anymore, but more of a, i used to like this guy.

Present tense became past tense when you thought you just didn’t love him like that anymore (lol as if), so you started treating choso a little differently, you started treating him more like you should have from the beginning, your best friend’s brother.

I mean, he noticed, but like he never ended up saying anything to you, in case of hurting your feelings or disrupting the peace he sometimes was able to make with yuki.

They were still together, but it was getting difficult. They were constantly arguing over the littlest things, and he just grew to realise he didn’t love her as much as he thought he did. But you didn’t know this for a while.

But that’s not important just now.

Ander, who you had met in your psych 101 class, had sat down next to you during the first lesson on your 3rd day at college.

You didn’t talk much for the first couple of lessons, but after a while, he was easy and simple, just what you needed at that time.

Someone that was attainable, and totally not your best friend’s brother.

Slowly, you began to get to know each other better, and in the last class of your first week, he came into class with a cup of coffee that he gave to you with his name and his number, asking for a date.

Your relationship was simple, at first. Dates were enjoyable, and you got along well enough. He was an alright kisser compared to your previous experiences.

obviously, that stuff didn’t last.

or else, this wouldn’t be about you and choso.

conflict started occuring during your fourth month together.

not physical, thankfully, you wouldn’t have stayed with him, but arguments were very common.

he wanted to go a party, but you had an exam the next day, or you weren’t feeling like it.

he never forced you to do things you didn’t want to, but he did get annoyed, and also got petty.

you don’t want to go to a party with him? he’ll talk about it none stop, and about the amount of people that came up to him asking where you were.

you can’t go out cuz you have to study? he’ll tell you about the number of girls that hit on him, before he’d say, ‘obviously, i told them i was taken’. and you’d stare at him, like, do you want a reward for remaining loyal?

but you thought you loved him, and that was what was important to you.

nobara hated him, and she told you multiple times that he was a pig.

and megumi got into arguments with him all the time, about the dumbest thing. for example, ander would want you to wear flashier, nicer and more revealing, but megumi would cut in, telling him that you could dress how you pleased, and there was nothing. he could do about it.

and yuuji? yuuji couldn’t even bear to stay in the same room as him, which was why you didn’t end up spending a lot of time with yuuji. it was some of the worst time of your life.

choso, who had met him, thought he seemed alright, but he had heard about what yuuji said about him, so he was wary.

the first time they met, you noticed how opposite they were. choso was taller, more attractive to you, and he just made ander pale in comparison.

you worried about the way it may have seemed like you were using ander, but you really didn’t have any feelings for choso, and ander was who you liked. When they first met, choso shook his hand hard, smacking his hand down on ander’s shoulder like a father would do to his daughter’s boyfriend, and he stared him right in the eye.

ander, slightly intimated, leaned backwards as choso whispered, just loud enough for all of you to hear; “you better take care of her.”

you roll your eyes, having seen this protective older brother routine before, and you step in, pushing choso’s hand off his shoulder and breaking his grip on ander’s hand, pushing him away from ander.

“that’s enough.” you’d said, pushing ander into the next room before you turned back to choso, who shakes his head at you.

“i don’t like him.” he tells you, and you get annoyed at him, for the first time.

“you don’t have to like him.” you snap back, “it doesn’t matter.”

choso and you never talk about his distate for ander again.

You’ve ended up at some frat party that nobara’s dragged all of you to.

you were originally supposed to go with ander, but considering how he had a last minute study group meeting, you told him that you didn’t mind, and he could go ahead to his study group while you would stay home.

nobara somehow caught wind of this, burst into your room while you were sititng at your desk with a frown on her face.

“thought you had date night with ander?” she asks, throwing herself onto your bed.

“something wtih his study group came up”. You respond, pushing away from your desk to turn and look at her on your bed.

“…at 9 pm on a friday?” she asks, her frown etching deeper into her face.

“i guess so.” you respond, knowing how weird that might sound to her, but you don’t want to bring it up.

“well,” she slaps her knees like an old grandma, pushing herself up to her feet. “I’ll be right back. we’re going to that party anyway.”

you sigh, knowing better than try to convince nobara to change her mind once she’s gotten her mind hooked onto something.

you watched, bemused as nobara sprints out the room, laughing to yourself when you hear her footsteps sprint down the hall of the dorms.

soon enough, nobara’s back. Dressed in a short red dress, she throws a gold fabric at your face, which, because you don’t expect it, smacks you right in the face with it. you pull it away from your face to have a proper look at it.

standing up, you push past to go change into it, giving her an annoyed look.

it’s a gold dress with spaghetti straps that stops right below the middle of your thigh. it’s a pretty little dress, and you sigh when you see yourself in the mirror. because this will forever be your favourite look.

nobara is dragging you through the crowds of a party in a frat house, towards the center, where you can easily spot megumi’s glowery face and yuuji’s beam from the opposite side of the room. the contrast between the two really stands out, with people avoiding megumi, keeping a circle of space around him, while they crowd around yuuji.

nobara goes to yuuji, while you stand next to megumi.

“he drag you here?” you ask megumi, taking the drink he passes you. you take a sniff. no alcohol, just how you wanted it.

“yea. Is that nobara’s dress?” megs asks you, gesturing vaguely to the gold fabric on your skin.

you nod in response as you scan the room, to see who’s there. you see friends from classes that you take, and previous classmates from old lessons.

and then you notice him.

there’s the sound of a plastic cup crunching, and it’s only when you feel a cold substance running down your hand, you realise it’s yours.

ander has his hand on a girl’s waist, and they’re walking up the stairs to someone’s bedroom. They’re close enough to not look innocent, and your suspicions are confirmed when he leans in to kiss her with a familiarity that tells you that this is not the first time.

you don’t even say anything, and you just stare.

megumi trails off in the middle of something he was saying and he turns to look at you, his eyes following your line of sight.

it takes him a second, but he gets there. “..what the fuck.” he growls, throwing his drink to the side as he marches forward.

your arm shoots out to stop him, and he pauses, looking at you with confusion.

you shake your head, just turning around to sit down.

megumi follows you, and yuuji and nobara finally seem to notice something is wrong.

they crowd around you, nobara taking the drink out of your hand as she follows your line of sight, just in time to see the back of ander’s head and a girl as they walk into the bedroom.

“oh that bitch.” nobara all but grumbles, miming pushing up her sleeves before she sets off on his direction.

“no.” you say, rather quietly, before you seem to crumble, tears coming to your eyes as you rest your head in your hands, curled up on the sofa.

there’s a dip in the couch as yuji sits next to you, bringing you close to him, and resting your head on his shoulder.

they all crowd around you, telling you how much of an asshole he is , and nobara tells you she can fuck up his car if you wanted.

that gets a laugh out of you, and you manage to smile at them, while still shaking your head. he’s not worth it, you think, and it makes you feel better already.

the rest of the night is a big blur, as you struggle to make sense of things. Ander, cheating?

it makes sense, in some way, but at the same time it doesn’t. what had gone wrong? (Arguments, disagreements)

you don’t even want to think about him anymore, so with a quick text of “don’t ever talk to me again, we’re done”, and you were a free lady.

you wake up the next day with a pounding headache, not from alcohol but from tears and a stressful evening, to a knock on your door.

you groan, throwing your blankets off of your body as you stumble to the door with a grimace on your face.

forgetting that you’re still wearing last night’s clothes, save for your makeup, you open the door to see choso.

it’s been a while since you last saw him, the two year school difference has made him so busy in preparation for his graduation, he’s been working so hard with his part time job and his studying.

he looks..different, in some way. Tired but happy. You’ve seen him around on campus, and you have texted him a lot, just messaging about school and work and life.

“yuuji told me.” he says in form of a greeting, shaking his head while you step back to let him in. he looks you up and down in your tight gold dress and he averts his eyes, which is what makes you realise that you’re still wearing the same thing from yesterday night.

“he moves fast.” you say in response, as a way to stop yourself from worrying too much about how you look. there’s not much that you can do now.

“I should have known.” he says. you look up at him, confused, before he sighs and continues; “about ander, i mean. I didn’t like him when I first met him.”

“well, you weren’t the only one.” you say, pulling out an oversized shirt out from your drawer, putting it over the gold dress.

he steps over to your desk, setting something down you haven’t noticed before, a pack of food. the scent wafts over to your nose, and you let out a happy squeal when you realise it’s your favourite food.

he smiles, glad to see that you’re not too upset, but it quickly drops off his face as soon as he remembers why you should be upset in the first place.

“thanks.” you mumble out through a mouthful of food. he waves you off, telling you not to worry about it.

“are you sure you’re alright? I can have a word with him if you need.” He raises his eyebrows when he mentions having ‘a word’ with ander, and you get what he means.

“no, it’s alright. he’s not worth it.” you say, swallowing the food.

“thanks for being here.” you say.

“anytime. I’m always here if you need me.” he says, ruffling the hair on your head in endearment.

sitting down at your desk, he takes a bite from a bowl he’s bought for himself.

“is there anything that you need from me?” choso asks, still looking really worried for you.

“i promise, I’ll be alright.” you respond.

there’s a silence, but it’s not uncomfortable, but rather it’s quite enjoyable, and feels right.

Leaning back in your chair when you're done, you turn to look at CHOSO, surprised to notice that he'd already been staring at you before hand

He gives you a tentative smile that looks like he's relieved that you're alright.

"Thanks for checking up on me." You say again, standing up to throw away the trash of the food he'd brought for you, and when you're about to reach for his plate, your arm reaching past him, he grabs ahold of you softly, standing up as he does so while he hugs you.

Your arms immediately wrap around his waist, and his chin rests upon your head. He's got a firm hold of you, but you feel content to be there.

You let out a sigh, and you can feel the tears beginning to prick at the corner of your eyes. You needed this. Not from choso specifically, but you just needed this.

after awhile, he lets go, his hands gripping your forearms as he stares at you, realising that you've almost cried again. One hand cupping your jaw, and the other hand reaches up, and he uses a thumb wipes away a stray tear that you didn't realise had escaped.

"Don't cry" he tells you, brushing back some of your hair. "He's not good enough for you." He tells you again, echoing the words that he had told you the first time he met ander.

You let out a wet chuckle, glad to have his support.

you step back from his embrace, and the hand that was cupping your jaw falls limply to his side.

you end up just staring at each other, his deep set, purple eyes meeting your eyes.

unable to stop yourself, you frown at the familiar twinge in your chest.

‘no, no no no’ you think, this isn’t good at all. you can’t do this again, and not so quickly, either.

but the heart wants what the heart wants. at least it’s building up slowly and not all at once.

Suddenly, you’re 5 again, walking down the itadori household for the first time, with your arm wrapped around choso’s as you refuse to leave him. He smiles at you and promises to wait for you.

You’re 11 and he’s sitting out of spending time with his friends to help you with your homework.

You’re 12 and he’s helping you conceal your period. You’re 12 and a half and you’re sitting on their couch, playing games with him.

You’re 16 and he’s bringing out cups of a drink for you and only you. You’re 16, and when you’ve gotten wasted from a party he asked you not to go to, he sits up with you in the bathroom, holding your hair back as you throw up, because he promised that he’ll always wait for you, and that means that he’ll always take care of you.

You’re 16, and you’re helping him get ready for his senior prom, with a girl that doesn’t deserve him, but it’s not like you think you deserve him either. You’re standing in his room, watching him throw on his black jacket, and you look at the sorry excuse of a tie he has on, and you slap his hands away as you try to fix it. He sits down for you, without you having to say something, and you walk closer to him. With his legs pressed together, it’s hard for you to reach his tie, and he realises, so he lets you step in between them. You’re focusing as hard as you can on his tie, just so your heart doesn’t speed up too much and he can hear it. He watches you intently with a smile on his face, and you feel your cheek heat up. When you finish straightening the tie up, you pat him on the shoulder, and he lets you go. You don’t want to see him walk out with the girl on his arm, so you go home early, but not before you wish him to have fun.

you’re 20, crying over a stupid ex boyfriend that cheated on you, when choso is the one there to support you. at the word of a friend, he’s ready to be there for you, and knows how to make sure you’re feeling better and understanding your worth. he’s there for physical comfort, and for anything that you may possibly need. it’s the most calm you’ve felt in months, in his arms. He makes sure that you’re as alright as you can possibly be.

choso’s at a party he doesn’t want to be at.

some of his friends had dragged him out of his room, after he had apparently spent too much time studying for his finals soon.

in the middle of a conversation with a girl that’s come up to him to try to hit on him. he’s pretty absentmindly talking to her, as he doesn’t want to be mean, because he knows her well enough that she’s super sweet, he’s just not interested in her.

for some reason, he looks away from the girl for a moment, to the door. the sight that greets him makes him freeze in the middle of his sentence.

it’s you.

he feels like there’s no more breath in his lungs, because you look absolutely gorgeous. he hasn’t felt like this looking at any girl since he broke up with yuki.

you’re wearing a gold dress that compliments you so well, he might just cry. it’s not like he hasn’t seen you for awhile, but something’s just more obviously different now.

he’s standing there with his mouth gaped wide open, long enough for the girl he’s talking to to notice what’s going on.

she lets out a little laugh, a little disappointed, pats him on the shoulder, and walks away.

he only jolts out of his reverie when he feels her pat his shoulder, and he manages to straighten up.

he’s just about to come and talk to you when he sees you crumble, and he’s filled with confusion. he sees your friends support you and take you away. he stands in the middle of the party for ages, torn between wanting to go support you and wanting to give you space.

he understands soon though, why you’re so upset.

ander’s just come out of a bedroom upstairs by himself, with his hair messed up, and a dopey look on his face.

choso knows immediately what he’s been doing, so he marches through the throng of the party to go confront him.

ander’s up against the wall before he can even realise what’s happening.

“what-what-” ander splutters pathetically.

choso’s mad. he’s mad, mad.

“what the fuck have you done?” choso snarls, all up in ander’s personal space. the party quiets down as all eyes are on choso and ander.

“wha are you talking about??” ander tears up, scared for his own safety.

“you know what.”

“she- she doesn’t give me what i want” ander answers. choso slams his hand above ander’s head, which causes ander to flinch.

“you don’t deserve her. you never did. If i ever hear you go near her again, you’re going to regret it.” choso says, before he pushes away from the wall, not even waiting to hear ander’s response.

that is what brings him be standing outside your room the next morning, before he knocks carefully.

he’s got your favourite food in a way to make you feel better, and he’s ready to give you as much support as you may need.

he hears a groan, and the rustling of bed covers, and then the sound of steps on carpet, before he hears the door unlocking, and he’s greeted with you.

you look gorgeous, having just woken up. he notices that you’re still in your golden dress from last night.

“yuuji told me” he says in a form of greeting, in a way to pretend that he didn’t see everything that happened last night.

he sees your initial confusion, but then he sees how you seem to shrink in on yourself.

he walks in and you both talk, and he asks multiple times if you’re sure that you’re okay.

after you finish eating, you reach over him to get his bowl to throw away, but before he even knows it, he’s standing and he’s got you in his arms, and everything feels so unbelievably right.

there’s nowhere else he wants to be now, because he has you in his arms, with his chin on your head, he can smell the perfume you were wearing from last night.

and it makes him think back;

choso’s 7 and he’s opening the door to see you, in your little pigtails and your yellow dress. you shine so bright, he’s reminded of the sun. He’s seven and he’s promising to wait for you.

He’s 9 and he’s playing house with you even though he hates that little house that his father bought him. He’s 9 and he’s your husband in that little plastic kitchen, watching you cook with a smile on his face.

He’s 13, and while he’d rather be playing football with his friends, but he’s sitting at their dinner table helping you understand your homework, since you’re scared of getting it wrong at school.

He’s 14 and he’s worried when you spend too much time in the bathroom, texting you to ask if you’re alright. He’s 14 and he’s buying pads and new clothes for you to change into to make sure you’re comfortable.

. He’s 18 and he’s letting you fix his tie for him, even though he knows how to tie his tie, but he lets you fix it anyway. He’s got a smile on his face and he’s aware that he probably looks like an idiot, but he likes how concentrated you are on this meagre task. Once you’re done, you pat him on the shoulder and he’s confused. He wants you to see how dapper he looks with the corsage pinned to his chest, him with his tie, the way his hair is done and his suit, but when he asks yuuji where you are, yuuji tells him with a confused look on his face that you’ve already gone home. He’s 18 and he’s unable to stop watching you with a smile on his face as you yell at his brother for eating your dessert, even though he’s got a girlfriend, and that you’ve always just been his little brother’s best friend.

but now, choso’s 22. and you’re 20. and he is finally starting to realise that he’s always seen you differently than to how he’s seen, say nobara. as yuuji’s best friend, and younger than him by two years, he understands that there will be more of a difficulty to be having the two of you together, as a couple. Not because of the age gap, which isn’t too much, but because of yuuji’s reaction, and the history that you’ve had between the two of you already. but he’s willing to try.

months later, you’re finally over the betrayal of ander.

with the support of your friends, and choso, you’ve managed to be better than you ever were.

choso has been great, recently.

he’s been spending loads of time with you, whether just hanging out and watching some of your favourite childhood movies again together, or studying together.

and you’ve finally realised, that you love choso again. well, to be more accurate, you never stopped, and it was more of a hiatus, but you are getting better in accepting it.

sometimes, when you’re a little bored, you dream of the idea of choso loving you too. you read too much into actions, and you blush when he does something sweet. and suddenly, the idea of him loving you back, doesn’t seem so farfetched. (THATS BECAUSE IT ISNT????)

it’s during a holiday of your second year of university, when it happens.

you’d woken up that morning with a strong desire to go lie by the pool, and by deciding to do so, you decide to go over to the itadori/kamo household to go enjoy the sun with yuuji.

you’re dressed up in your swimwear, and you’ve decided to put on a yellow dress, before you’re ready to go over to yuuji’s.

for once, the door’s locked for some reason, so you result to knocking and ringing the door bell. you stand there, waiting for someone to come open the door, when you hear choso yell out “hold on!” as there is a sound of someone sliding over to the door.

the door unlocks with a click, and he opens it to see you, and you can see the immediate change in his face.

at first he had an easygoing smile, the one he usually looks at you with, but for some reason, this time it dropped away to a dumbfounded look, where he seemed to be a little out of breath.

after a minute of him just staring at you, and looking you up and down, you ask him; “…choso…are you okay?” you ask him, a little worried. do you look weird? does whatever you’re wearing not suit you?

he seems to be having some sort of internal struggle, you just stand there awkwardly, a little worried, when he reaches for you and pulls you into his embrace, closing the door behind you. you stand in his arms, hands resting on his chest as he just stares at you.

“you’re beautiful, you know?” he tells you, pushing back a strand of your hair behind your ear.

the words make you freeze, and your heart is thumping in your chest like the rhythm of the tango.

"what?" you say, which is super suave and sooo slick and it makes him laugh a little, which makes you feel like you're glowing, just because you managed to make him laugh. it's always been like this. making him laugh or smile was a little victory in itself, and you could feel good for an entire day alone just from making him laugh.

his hand moves to rest on your waist, and he lets out a little sigh.

"this yellow dress." he sighs, with happiness , you think. he is toying with the fabric, rolling it over and over in between his fingers.

you look at him in confusion, trying to ignore the hammering in your chest. something similar is going on in choso's heart, but you don't know that.

"it's the same color as the one you wore on the first day we met." he finishes, letting out a small smile as he reminisces.

you try to think back to when you were 5, but you're unable to remember much, just remembering that you just basically pounced on choso. you can trace your admiration for him all the way back to then, and it makes you cringe. you should have been more nonchalant, but maybe being nonchalant really isn't your strong suit.

"oh. you remember?" you breathe out, rather raggedly as he stares into your eyes.

"i remember everything." he says, and you notice his eyes flicker to your lips, and then back up to your eyes. almost subconsciously, you lick your lips, wetting them, and his eyes flicker back down again. "i remember everything that you do." he continues, his voice low.

The house is quiet all around you, but if a bomb went off nearby, you probably wouldn't even notice, because all that matters right now, is choso. he is what is surrounding you, and he is what matters.

you feel some sort of dopamine rush that only ever appears when you're with choso, because he always just knows what you need, and that means right now, that he knows that you really, really need him to kiss you.

and so he does, because he's always ready to give you anything you need. the kiss is hot and heavy, and breathing isn't even on your mind right now, because choso completely occupies all your thoughts. he crushes you to his chest, his hand resting on the dip of your back, and your hands are clutching onto his shirt, scrunching it tightly.

his fingers grip on your jaw, not painfully, but enough to keep you firmly in place where he wants you. You're feeling like everything that has happened in all the years that you've known him has lead to this moment, because god, this is more than anything you've imagined before, because it's so much better.

his lips are soft, but they are still firm on your own, and you're kissing back with so much vigour, and your hands are in his hair and he's supporting you while you melt.

somewhere in the distance, you hear a door open and close, and some part of your brain is telling you that maybe you should break apart so you can breathe, but he's just pushed you up against the wall, and it feels way too good.

which is a bad decision, because the next thing you know you're hearing a loud "WHAT THE FUCK." from yuuji.

oh well. what better way to tell him?

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a/n: guys wtf this took so long im so sorry. i said i would have it out ages ago. help me. anyway here it is sorry it took so long! likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated!!! hope you enjoyed.