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Welcome to SEVENTEEN World — A SEVENTEEN World Series

💼 CEO Edition

✧ Genre: CEO au; SMUT [18+], fluff, angst (+ more will be added in chapters) ♡ Pairing: female!reader x CEO!SEVENTEEN member ♕ Shout out: special thanks to @fugaciousserendipity for the support! And thank you lovely @outromoni for all the amazing SEVENTEEN World banners 💜 love them so much eeeeeeep!!! ✎ Note: Make sure to enable the MATURE community label if you want to read the individual chapters!!!! The smut, however, is optional!

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ღ Prologue ☑

Where Everything Started. (3.5k+ words)

~ How did a drunken thought turn into a multi-billion dollar business? This is how 13 friends turned their dreams into reality. This is the story of SEVENTEEN World and where it all started.

✧ CEO JEON WONWOO ☑

Don't Tell The Boss. [SMUT] (31k+ words)

Lawyer!reader, Seungcheol’s sister!reader x CEO Jeon Wonwoo ~ You were off limits. Seungcheol had made that absolutely clear from the very start. Wonwoo knew that, the other CEOs did and even you were aware of that fact. But when Wonwoo is tasked to fill in for Seungcheol during his monthly legal consult, he certainly didn’t think that you’d be there, his best friend’s sister, the one person he wasn’t allowed to get close to. Then why did he suddenly find himself asking you out? And why did you say yes?

✧ MANAGING CEO CHOI SEUNGCHEOL ✍

Melon Pang! — PART ONE ☑ (32k+ words)

Barista!reader x CEO Choi Seungcheol ~ The last thing Seungcheol expected was to argue with a random stranger in a bakery after an awfully stressful day. But how could he not when this person was about to take the last melon pan? You were in a similar position. Your boss had been nagging you non-stop at work and all you wanted was your favorite snack, followed by a movie marathon on the couch. Instead, you find yourself having to deal with this stubborn guy who thinks the whole world is his.

✧ CEO XU MINGHAO ✖

IT expert!reader x CEO Xu Minghao ~ As part of his evening routine, Minghao always went on a run to clear his mind and most importantly, escape the two bodyguards that he was stuck with nearly 24/7. That’s when he encounters you, being harassed by a pair of nasty-looking men that seemed to want something from you. And with a reputation like his, he couldn’t just idly stand by. You, on the other hand, were just trying to get home after your late-night shift. But you didn’t anticipate being ambushed by these scary men, and you definitely didn’t anticipate a stranger coming to your rescue.

✧ CEO CHOI HANSOL ✖

Vet!reader x CEO Choi Hansol ~ Vernon and you had been good friends even before SEVENTEEN World was first established. Together, you worked at the animal shelter, with you being the local vet. So, when he became CEO, he asked you to join him at the rescue center, and you saw no reason to refuse such a good offer. As the two of you grow closer due to the nature of your jobs, slowly but surely, Vernon starts to realize that what he feels for you is more than just friendship. However, there is one little thing: you’re engaged. And from what Vernon has seen, the guy is a complete ass. How will he convince you that you’re making a mistake? Or maybe he doesn’t even have to…

✧ CEO KWON SOONYOUNG ✖

Dancer!reader x CEO Kwon Soonyoung ~ There are times when Soonyoung just wants to dance without feeling like he’s constantly being watched. That’s why he has been frequenting a small private dance studio, where he rents a room when he needs to be alone. It just so happens that you also frequent the place for similar reasons. An unfortunate event causes the two of you to meet and from that moment, the both of you start to form a friendship. Well, you’re not sure if you can call it a real friendship when the man who supposedly saved your life doesn’t even dare to show you his face. Who the hell is he and why is he so set on trying to keep his identity a secret from you?

✧ CEO HONG JISOO ✖

Linguist!reader x CEO Hong Jisoo ~ With his busy schedule, it isn’t often that Joshua is able to give seminars. So when a spot opens up in his calendar, he decides to teach a summer course for any students or researchers interested in the history of language. You, a linguist at heart, were planning to travel to South Korea for a few months to explore the culture and the language in particular. Once you hear about Language Lab SEVENTEEN and the summer course given by the CEO himself, you can’t help but sign up for it. There, Joshua encounters you, a woman who is not afraid to tell him when he is wrong, even if it’s in the middle of a packed lecture hall. He knows he’s not supposed to get involved with his students, but you’ve caught his attention and now he can’t stop thinking about you.

✧ CEO LEE CHAN ✖

Photographer!reader x CEO Lee Chan ~ Chan first met you when he was out on a walk and you were wandering through the city, looking for interesting things to photograph. The two of you hit it off almost immediately and it didn’t take long before the two of you started dating. But when a picture of the two of you appears in the media, you suddenly find yourself living your worst nightmare: at the center of attention. Pretty soon, it becomes clear to you that Chan is CEO Lee Chan of SEVENTEEN Productions, which makes you realize that he’s been keeping this big part of his life from you the whole time. But why would he do that to you? And how are you going to get rid of these reporters that just won’t leave you alone?

✧ CEO KIM MINGYU ✖

Food critic!reader x CEO Kim Mingyu ~ Ever since you left a negative review on your blog for the Flavor Factory SEVENTEEN branch in Seoul, Mingyu has been trying to hunt you down. Because who did you think you were to judge his food? And why were you hiding behind your computer? You, however, were just content with your life, with a successful food blog where no one was aware of your identity. So, you certainly didn’t expect the CEO of Flavor Factory SEVENTEEN to come knocking at your door in the middle of a workout session.

✧ CEO YOON JEONGHAN ✖

Junior designer!reader x CEO Yoon Jeonghan ~ From the moment you started working at SEVENTEEN Fashion as a junior designer, your superior seemed to have it out for you. No matter what you did, the woman always critiqued your work or made you work overtime while your colleagues had already left hours ago. Jeonghan has always prided himself in the fact that he treats all employees with respect, regardless of their position. So, when he finds out that it was you, and not your superior, who was responsible for the brilliant idea that got the company’s sales to skyrocket, he decides to get to the bottom of it and ends up taking a special interest in you.

✧ CEO LEE SEOKMIN ✖

Temp!reader x CEO Lee Seokmin ~ Seokmin had always been a little clumsy. And it just so happened that he decided to get a coffee at the same time that you went to get one. What he didn’t expect was to be the cause of you spilling your coffee all over yourself, and the mental breakdown that followed said incident. You were already having a bad morning, so the last thing you needed was a stranger spilling the coffee you’d paid for with your hard-earned money. Or was he perhaps the solution to all your problems?

✧ CEO BOO SEUNGKWAN ✖

Waitress!reader, Childhood friend!reader x CEO Boo Seungkwan ~ It had been years since Seungkwan had taken a proper break from anything work-related. When he is forced to take a break by the other 12 CEOs, he returns to his family in Jeju Island, where he meets you, his childhood friend, working at your family’s restaurant. You? You never thought you’d see Seungkwan again. Not after he became successful and the two of you started drifting apart. So, why did he think he could suddenly step back into your life again?

✧ CEO LEE JIHOON ✖

Office worker!reader x CEO Lee Jihoon ~ Part of being a CEO meant attending social events and unfortunately, that was something Jihoon absolutely hated. After one particular long event, he ends up going to his favorite lookout spot to be alone and clear his thoughts. He didn’t expect anyone to know about that spot. So, he is surprised to find you there, in his spot, and you just won’t stop talking…about your issues, your family, your job and your stupid obsession with HIT SEVENTEEN’s CEO. But then why does he keep coming back, knowing that you’re going to be there too?

✧ CEO WEN JUNHUI ✖

Musician!reader x CEO Wen Junhui ~ It is through Jihoon that Jun meets you. You’d been in contact with Jihoon for a while to collaborate on a music project, and after months of exchanging emails with demos, he finally invited you to Seoul for some in-person sessions. Given your musical talent and the fact that you’ve been living in China for the past 10 years, Jihoon decides that it’s a good idea to introduce you to Jun, who wants nothing more than to find his special someone. When the hotel you’ve booked suddenly cancels on you, you have to decide whether you want to take Jun up on his offer to stay with him for the few days that you’re in Seoul. He was a well-respected man in his field and you trusted Jihoon’s judgment, so what could possibly go wrong?

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A/N: Hii everyone! Sorry this chapter is a little later than usual, burnout happened, school happened, the whole shebang! This chapter is a doozy though, hope you all will love it <3

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The sun rays peek through your window and the birds’ chirps awake you from your slumber.

Or maybe it’s the snoring of a drowsy Adam, who was lying beside you, though you’ve inured yourself to his unconscious noises for ages.

You get up from your bed, just to almost have your legs give way under you, thanks to the fact that you had to be pounded by your husband, as you promised to him.

Last night felt like a chore. You feel really bad for thinking it, but it really did.

You’re not an expert, but sex should feel enjoyable, by all sides involved, but with Adam, it feels like an obligatory activity.

You spend the next 25 minutes brushing your teeth, showering and getting ready for the day. Since there’s nothing to do at home (well, there’s nothing to do at home) you decide that this is a good time to be productive.

You head into the kitchen and scrutinise each and every ingredient that graces your pantry.

“Hmm, maybe this would work…” You grab flour, eggs, milk and a frying pan…

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The smell of buttery pancakes drifts throughout the kitchen. You sit down in your chair and take a bite of your breakfast.

The pancakes themselves were lovely; the consistency was just right and the flavour was something to die again for, courtesy of Heaven’s always perfect ingredients.

Heaven….

‘Perfect’ Heaven.

Up until a few weeks ago, you would have believed that sentimental saying that you hear being thrown around on multiple occasions, but now, those words seem like direct opposites of each other, an oxymoron even.

The mere thought of it sets an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

You shakily finish one pancake, and neatly leave the rest in the microwave.

You have more pressing matters to get on about today, and pancakes aren’t one of them, though you want it to be.

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“Welcome to Heaven, how can I help?” The Saint looks up from his logbook with a face coloured with surprise when he recognises you.

“Y/N! How’ve ya been?”

“I’m doing good,” you smile up at the angel behind the pedestal.

“So, what can I do for the wonderful wife of Adam, hm?” St. Peter clicks his tongue and finger guns.

“Well, Peter, is there a chance you could show me the list of Heaven’s recent residents? There’s a certain person I’m looking for…” Realisation hits you like a truck. Would this information be classified? You wouldn’t know until-

“Yeah sure, here!” The Saint passes you a page with written names and dates.

“This is a list of Heaven’s newest angels from up to a month ago. I hope you find who you’re looking for!”

“Thanks Pete, you’re a Saint,”

“Well, I am Saint Peter after all, ah bye-bye!”

Well that was easier than anticipated.

Now you need a private place to mull it over…

You walk through the brightly lit heavenly streets and bump into someone, sending you and your papers flying.

“Oh my, misss, I am ssssso ssssorry,” The person bends down to collect the papers.

“No, no it’s fine, sorry-” your voice gets stuck in your throat. You take a close look at the person collecting your papers.

The person, or, you should say snake, was sporting a smart coat, top hat, and eyes in his hair?

He was familiar. Where have you seen him before?

Your eyes dilate in recognition.

He was pixel perfect to the mural that Charlie showed you the other day.

“Excuse me for asking, but are you Sir Pentious?”

The snake demon, or angel, looks around before leaning in.

“Depends on who’sssss asssking,”

“Oh uh,” you think for a moment. How do you explain that you know he was a demon, without seeming like a stalker of sorts.

Clearly, this isn’t the subject to have casually in the street.

“Here, let me explain over tea and cookies, hm? My treat!” You grab the hand of Pentious gently and head to the nearest café.

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“And ssso, thisss Adam guy just sssnapped me out of existence, and now I’m here, but without my egg boisss,” Pentious explains while indulging himself with a Pain un Chocolat, eyes welling while doing so.

“Huh, I see. So Charlie’s plan does work,” you mumble to yourself. “And I apologise for my husband, by the way,”

The snake pales, his skin now ashy. “He’ssss, your husssband?” he instinctively pushes away from you in his seat.

“Yes, but don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. I just promised Charlie that I would help her with the hotel and redemption and all that…”

“Oh I sssee. Here’ss my card if you need anything more,” He produces a card and hands it to you, and you accept it graciously, despite it having a slimy residue on it.

“Great! I have to go now but it was nice meeting you,” you shake his hand and leave the café.

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“So, what’s it like having sex with the first man? What are your orgasms like?”

“Angel, don’t torment the poor girl,”

“Whaat? Just askin’” Angel groans and puts his phone on the countertop of the bar.

Apparently, Charlie has gone AWOL, along with Vaggie and Lucifer, the three people that deserve to be the first people aware of the gratifying information you are holding.

This tension is getting you antsy, but you answer your newfound bestie’s question.

“Overrated to be honest. Not meaningful in the slightest,” Your blunt answer stuns Angel and Husk for a moment.

“What’s this about orgasms?” You turn back to the entrance of the hotel.

Shit.

The one person whom you didn’t want to hear you say that, was standing in front of you, holding about 10 shopping bags, his daughter and his daughter’s partner following suit.

God, what must he think? You want to slam your head into the table, but you refrain yourself.

“Uh Dad?” Charlie taps her dad’s shoulder.

“Maybe let’s refrain from talking your way into the sex life of guests? Anyway, how are you, Y/N? I hope everything’s alright?” Charlie inadvertently snapping you out of your apparent embarrassment.

“Oh yes! Not just alright; absolutely amazing actually. I have important information to tell you so forgive me for my impromptu visit, but it clearly cannot wait,” you practically jump out of your chair, bursting with energy.

My, you haven’t felt this emotion since…

Well, let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

“Well, I did some digging and…” you grab the crusted card from your bag.

“Well, congratulations to you, Miss Charlie Morningstar, Princess of Hell, because your dream is a reality!” You flourish the card to Charlie, and she takes it.

She blinks.

Everyone else blinks.

“Uh, what is this exactly?”

You groan. Fun police much?

“Sinners can be redeemed, I found Sir Pentious in Heaven just this morning,” you concede, impatiently tapping the card.

“Wait really? You aren’t just messing with me?” Charlie’s eyes practically shone with stars.

“Angels aren’t known for that darling.”

As soon as you say that Charlie squeals and jumps up and down, ecstatic.

“Thankyouthankyouthankyooouuuuuu!” She gushes and hugs you extremely tight, constraining your lungs, but you really don’t care.

“This is a pleasant surprise,” You pull away to have Alastor behind you, with that ever-so-familiar-yet-unpleasant grin.

When did he get here?

“Seems like out little Morningstar is becoming quite the entrepreneur,” Alastor places a hand on Charlie’s shoulder, as though they are father-daughter.

Father-daughter, where the daughter’s biological dad is directly beside them.

“Hey, hey now, get your slimy claws off of my daughter, would ya?” Lucifer asks the Radio demon, half laughing.

“Oh? The same daughter you’ve abandoned for countless years on end? The same daughter who had to build this establishment by herself, with no support. The same daughter I’ve been faithful to, in comparison to you? I’ve stuck through thick and thin with her. Hell, I probably fit the Dad position by definition,”

The room is loud with silence; you could probably hear a pin drop.

Alastor’s voice carries those words in a seemingly defensive manner, but you can tell that those words don’t hold any meaning to him.

It seems like you’re the only person to realise that, because with the slam of a door, Lucifer exits the room, leaving an aura of pure anger and jealousy behind.

“Dad!”

“Charlie, maybe you should give him a breath of fresh air-” Vaggie tries pulling her back.

“No! Vaggie, he needs someone to be there with him. God knows what he will do and what if-” Charlie is in a craze to get to the door.

“I’ll go,” you say abruptly. Without question, you go through the door.

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“Hey, it’s really hot out here, you know,” you stand at the garden door, as the king gazes out on Hell’s not-so-perfect landscape depressingly.

Silence.

“Alastor was just pulling your leg back there, he just wanted to piss you off,” you stand beside him, keeping an appropriate distance.

“I know. That’s not the problem. The problem is that-” his voice hitches.

“Go on,”

“The problem is, is the fact he’s not even wrong; I left Charlie with nothing, she had to support herself before help came along, I barely was there for her throughout all of this, until the very last moment, when she didn’t even need me anymore,” The King of Hell rambles, and fidgets with a small yellow thing in his hand. A bird of some sorts.

A duck?

“I can’t do anything right,” he continues.

Okay, you have to stop getting sidetracked by meagre things.

“Lucifer, listen. Yes, you may not have been there for her before, but you’re here now, and you are ready to help. Yes, I know it’s scary, yes I know it’s hard, but I have an inkling that Charlie would love to start having a bond with her father again. Also, you know her and how she is; she isn’t the type to shut you out. Just try to put some work into it, okay?”

That felt like more of a ramble, than advice, but it seems to suffice for the King of Hell.

“Thank you. I really know why Charlie has taken a liking to you…” he trails off, continuing to fidget with the rubber duck. He squeezes it, and it plays a short, spunky tune.

“And see? Atleast you’re doing something small for now, you should take it easy. By the way, that’s the most adorable rubber duck!” You gush at the plastic fellow, earning a smirk from Lucifer.

“Oh? Changing the subject are we?” The fallen angel teases.

Well, that was out of nowhere, but you just go with the flow.

“Yeah, and what? That’s a fuckin’ cool duck, so I apologise for acknowledging that fact,”

“Ah well, I have better. By the way, why are you talking about orgasms to that porn star- I mean Angel, back there?”

Oh yeah. That happened.

“Gee, why does everyone want to know the juicy details of my life? But really,he was just interested in my sex life, that’s all,”

“Interesting. You know I slept with 2 of Adam’s previous wives?”

“Don’t even try,” you give him a playful shove.

“Eh, worth a shot,”

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You and the blond-haired demon go back inside, giggling about some disastrous function you went to when you were younger, and how you may or may not have been the leading cause.

Thankfully, the only person in the lobby was Charlie, who jumped to hug her father the second she saw the two of you, making them both cry and profusely apologise to one another.

Yeah, maybe it’s a good time to go. Maybe quietly too this time.

You open the portal, and you are back in Heaven again, in front of the pearly gates of the place you call home.

As you open the door and turn into the living room, you nearly jump out of your skin.

“Hey,” The sound of your husband’s voice rings through your ears.

“I ate your pancakes from this morning,”

“Alright. I’ll make dinner soon, but I’m tired right now,” you pave your way to your bedroom, when Adam pulls you back.

“Where were you even?”

“Places,” you try to pull away, but the First Man doesn’t relent.

“Where? You weren’t in Heaven, were you?”

“Alright fine. I was in Hell, cleaning up the mess you and your little play soldiers made by the way,”

“Were you not there the other day? Why are you so attached to this-” Cogs turn in Adam’s head.

“You were with him, weren’t you? You fucking slut,” Adam’s hand swiftly slaps you across the face. A small cut of golden blood streaks down your face.

“What the fuck? Of course Lucifer is gonna be there, you dumbass?! Why do you think I’m gonna sleep with-” You dodge a flying porcelain jug that was headed in your general direction.

“That fucking demon, thinking he’s hot shit and- and all, just fucking whoever he wants-” The Angel starts storming around the living room, just throwing random shit about, like a kid having a tantrum, making colourful insults while doing so.

You sigh and go into the kitchen to make dinner; hopefully Adam would have blown off enough steam by then.

“Oh and- You better not go back there again, you got it?”

“…Fine,” You slam the door behind you.

Clearly, you have to be more furtive about your visits to the underworld.

For now, maybe you should cook some dinner, and a warm bath.

Your back really hurts.

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everestica · 6 months

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Hi !! im new too your acc and wanted to do a pjsk prompt !!

How aout the reader x the fantasista squad (no kaito and seperatly) with a reader that like gets a role in a play or smth and at the end they have to like fake a kiss with the other uy playing the prince and the get jelous or smth like that ? (no estalished relationship please)

remember too eat drink and sleep !! srry for any typos im sick rn QwQ

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♕ - Hi! Well welcome to my account, and I hope this is to your liking! I did do a friendship with Akito, and an acquaintanceship with Toya I hope that's okay but if not I can always re-write it! This was so fun to write and thank you so much! I hope you start feeling better!!

You had been nothing but excited when you had found out that you were playing the lead role in the upcoming play for Kamiyama. It wasn’t often that they held plays, and when they did it was a huge schoolwide thing, either everybody wanted to be a part of it or everybody wanted to know who was going to be a part of it. So this year when they had finally hung up the paper that had said your name next to the lead role you were ecstatic. It wasn’t long until almost everybody found out and congratulated you, but what you forgot to look at was who was playing your love interest and when you finally found out from one of your friends that it wasn’t somebody you even knew all that well you started to get a little freaked out.

Akito had been a good friend of yours since you were in middle school, you had originally met Ena in your art class and soon was introduced to her brother. When he had also read the cast list he seemed a little upset, not with you being the lead, he was so excited for you, but for the casting of the love interest. Another guy. He had been wanting to use the time at rehearsals and the kiss to get closer to you, but that wasn’t gonna work with another guy in the way of it. It had been weeks since he had actually had the chance to talk to you, since you were always busy with the play and you didn’t have any classes with him at all. So it was only in brief passing that he actually got to see you, but with the overload of students and the underload of time he never had the chance to stop and speak to you. It had been a couple more days it was time for the before showing for anybody that wanted to come, so he, An, and Toya decided to go together, as it was during lunch and it would also give Akito a chance to talk to you again, but as the play was going he just kept getting more and more pissed off. Starting with frowning, then crossing his arms, and then finally tapping his foot on the ground. An was too involved to figure out what was happening to the ginger boy next to her, but Toya wasn’t (too) oblivious. He figured out after he started crossing his arms that he was pissed at the “nobody” that was flirting with you. Toya only slightly chucked under his breath and was just quite possibly going to mention it to you later.

He was one of the quiet kids that you had come to know through the year as he was always willing to help you on things if you didn’t understand them. You two normally hung out in the library to work on some of the math work that you didn’t understand during lunch and after school. Though for the past couple weeks you had to keep canceling since the play, it had taken up most of your time throughout the past couple weeks making sure everything was ready and you remembered everything. He was a little upset by this but when he was studying with you he heard nothing but how excited you were to be in the play this year and how hard you had been working for it. He was obviously excited when he had heard through the halls that you had gotten the lead, though after hearing some more conversations throughout the hallway that some other guy that he had never even heard of was playing your love interest. He came to almost all the open rehearsals, since he had told his dad that he was gonna be “studying” and was going to be staying after school anyway. So after watching the first couple rehearsals and realizing how close that guy was to you, and how much he always flirted with you to get “more in character” and all he could do was watch with a frown that guy trying to lean in and kiss you.

He had known about the play from overhearing you talk about it with your friends during your couple shared classes that you had together. You two really didn’t know each other, only having a couple class assignments and projects that you two had worked on together, and him overhearing conversations with your friends, though he was excited when he found out that you were trying out as well. He had been hoping that he could find something that you were doing as well so he could possibly have more of a chance to talk to you, though he never thought that this would be it, but when the cast list came out and he realize that he was playing the villain and you were playing the main character, while some unknown person was playing your love interest. He was obviously upset but at least he would still have the time to see you when you were at rehearsals, or so he thought. The whole time that he was going to go up and finally talk to you, the guy who had been playing your love interest had been flirting and fake kissing you trying to “get ready for the performance”. Rui could only sigh and watch as this “nobody” kept faking kissing you and telling you (In his opinion) the worst pick-up lines ever.

As somebody who had mostly starred in all of the plays around Kamiyama he was well known and normally was always found practicing in school and after school. You had heard about him from the other cast lists that had come out and when you figured out that he was also auditioning it did kinda scare you a little, but you were quickly cured of that when you realized that you had gotten the lead and was the third side lead. Though it was confusing when you saw as your love interest somebody that you had never even heard of but you just shrugged it off, though Tsukasa wasn’t that easy. He wasn’t even going for the lead of this one but after hearing your audition he wanted to play your love interest, too bad that nobody had beat him to it. No matter, you two were still in the same play and he still had plenty of chances to talk to you, well that was at least his plan. Too bad it backfired on him. The day that rehearsals had started it was always you and that “love interest” the whole time. There wasn’t even a place for anybody to get a word in since he was always basically hanging all over you and trying to be more “in character” by touching you and telling you dumb pick-up lines. Like how dare he, The great Tsukasa could do so much better then “If you were a vegetable you would be a cute-cumber” but all he could do was cringe every time the guy said that you were a “fine-apple” and pretend not to notice all the times that he tried to lean in for a kiss.

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hiatuswhore · 1 year

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𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕥, 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪’𝕣𝕖 ℝ𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 — ℂ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕘𝕖!𝔸𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕 𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕓

♕ A/N: Just a little blurb that was stuck in my head. I feel college Aemond would be good at banter. In my brain College!Aemond is a finance bro who is either a conceited dick or really chill guy all the girlies befriend and crush on.

♕ SUMMARY: Frat parties serve for two reasons. Hooking up with the person you’ve been pining for and free alcohol. That does not mean it’s always accomplished.

♕ WORD COUNT: 1K

♕ WARNING: Cursing, Sexual content, fraternity

♕ MASTERLIST: House of the Dragon Masterlist

You chew the inside of your cheek, eyes scanning the party. The blend of weed and sweat with a masking layer of cheap perfume consuming your nostrils.

“Lighten up!” Daniela whines, dancing to the music without care. I’m an idiot. Your romper pinches at the waist, emphasizing your hips. Not a curl or coil out of place with your makeup providing a natural glow that you spent hours perfecting. All for a guy who stands amongst his friends, not sparing you a glance. You lean on a back wall, a grimace painting your lips—there’s not enough Axe in the world to cover that.

“So which frat idiot did you doll for?” Turning your head, you raise an eyebrow at the brazen man. He wears a long sleeve black shirt and jeans. You chuckle softly, the dainty chain and brand new sneakers in a sea of college hoodies and busted air forces—a freshman. The silver of his hair and leather patch should be telling in itself, but the haze of tequila and weed stifle your context clues. His daring gaze and playful grin earn a faux sheepish smile. You flutter your eyelashes, welcoming the heady distraction, a game of cat and mouse.

“And if I said you?“ You watch as the nameless man’s eyebrow raises. He lifts his cups to his lips, covering his chuckle. The alcohol further distorts the predator and the prey. Joining you leaning on the wall, he scans the room. You are sure it’s his first year or, at best, a transfer.

“There likely wouldn’t be much left of you at the end of the night,” He says. Your mouth gapes at his matter-of-fact tone. The black of his shirt gives the dainty silver chain around his neck more shine, faint lines poking from the hem of his shirt teasing a hidden tattoo. You raise your cup, staring off at nothing in particular. He watches you with a grin—waiting for your next move. Finally, he wets his lips, leaning closer to you, “What are you drinking? Want me to get you something?”

“Uh, yeah, actually,” Capturing his gaze, a grin sits on your lips. Your eyes cut to the pong table.

“Could you get me that? The frat idiot is Jace Velaryon. We’ve been texting on Instagram but the flirting never really goes beyond that. I want to talk to him but I’d rather chew on a fork than walk over there,” You offer your name casually and he reveals his own Aemond — shit they’re related. Aemond’s smile widens at the break in your facade, he knows that you know.

“You and I breaking up?” A hearty laugh leaves your lips bubbling from the pit of your stomach. Your cheeks feel warm, and you thank the heavens it does not show beyond your giddy smile.

“Listen, you’re cute, but I’m a junior. I’m only at this house party because Jace invited me, so smooth guy, what am I saying to your—?” You trail off, looking back over at Jace; Aemond follows your gaze, his jaw clenching at the sight.

“My nephew. You can tell him it’s rude to text his uncle’s lady,” Aemond quips, raising an eyebrow at the misdirection. Rolling your eyes, you nudge his arm.

“You wish. Come on,” You say. Aemond focuses on his nephew as you meet Daniela’s gaze. Her dramatic mouthing makes you roll your eyes in response.

“You’re pretty good at it, just go flirt with him,” Aemond says, tilting your head; you furrow your eyebrows at him, asking how. “Like you’re doing with me.”

“You’re a freshman. It’s easy,” You chuckle, shrugging your shoulders. Aemond leans in close, his baritone voice sending a shudder down your spine.

“Yeah, but I fuck like a sophomore,” His words are quick but not rushed, he leans back without a care in the world. Your mind runs to formulate sentences, but nothing leaves your lips. Aemond positions himself behind you with his breath grazing the shell of your ear, “Cat got your tongue? If my nephew is who you want, go over there. Bat your lashes and do the little shy act before you say something provocative. It’s memorable, that’s for sure.”

You drink his words like water on a hot day. Shaking your head out of his trance, you spin around to face him. A grin plays on his lips, teetering on a tightrope between confidence and arrogance. Licking your lips, the meager space between you grows smaller, “And what if I do?”

“What is that old saying? I think it goes, hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave,” He says. A scoff leaves your lips, carrying sheer amusement. You step back, forgetting that you share a room with many other undergraduates.

“Everything okay here?” Daniela chews her bottom lip, and her eyes bounce between the two of you. Aemond turns to her with a charming smile.

“Great, actually. Your friend here is interested in my nephew. Jace Velaryon,” Aemond says, nudging his head toward the pong table. Daniela briefly looks over, rolling her eyes.

“Oh yeah, she thinks he’s sexy,” Daniela speaks plainly, and you stare at her wide-eyed, earning a shrug in response. You hiss, “Daniela!”

“That’s funny, Daniela, because I think your friend is really sexy,” Aemond’s calm tone garners an incessant giggle from Daniela. She struggles to get out words in the midst of choking and laughing. Finally, Daniela offers Aemond a broad smile, turning to you. Her eyes roll back as she mouths, sleep with him, leaving the two of you alone again.

“No way you just said that,” You say, joining his side against the wall. Aemond turns, looking down at you with pursed lips as he fights a grin.

“Oh, but I did. I think you’re the sexiest girl in here. It’s a shame it’s wasted on my nephew,” He takes out his phone, typing away before locking it and turning back to you. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, taking it out—an Instagram notification stares back at you.

Aemond Targaryen (ATargaryen) started following you.

“I hope there is more than just flirting in store for us.” He walks away without sparing a glance back. You watch him until his silver hair disappears further into the house. The invitations clear, your mouth drying as he leaves the ball in your court.

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strawberryfairi · 28 days

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“I loved you then…back when I knew you”

Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words…will you take your man back or nah?)

♕Pairings: Kazutora X Black Fem Reader 🤎 (ANYONE CAN READ)🛑Content: 18+ Eventual smut, Some grief, Some angst ~Crossposted On: Wattpad ONLY ~Updating WEEKLY

w.c. 2.6k💠 Released March 28, 2024

NOTE🧚🏾‍♀️✨: This chapter is so rushed and short fr I'm def not proud of this one, BUT due to this fact I'm doing a double post of chapters 9 + 10❤︎ You're welcome teehee.

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CHAPTER 9; BROKEN

It's been a while now after finding out a bit of Kazutora's past. You were way too nervous to really ask him anything about it as you really didn't want to upset him and ruin your already blurry friendship.

You figured if he wants to share anything about it he will, in his own time.

Today was another one of those school days that were unbearably boring. Though it was actually a bright, clear skied day, the morning was quiet, everyone tired and sluggish from a weekend full of cloudy skies, and rain.

It wasn't until lunchtime that things finally started to get more...exciting for you and your friends.

"Are you deadass?!" You gaped at your friend Hanako-chan, along with the other girls at the lunch table.

"Yup! He asked me out last Friday after school! It was so cute; I couldn't believe it!" Her cheeks were dusty pink as she recalled the memory of her crush asking her out.

"Wooooow! I'm so happy for you, Hanako-chan." You smiled softly at her.

"This is the same guy that came to hang for Halloween, right?" Yumi chimed in, her brows slightly furrowed.

"Yeah! His name's Sora Kobayashi." She swooned hard.

"Oooo! Hanako Kobayashi kinda eats, you know? It's got a lil ring to it." You smirked devilishly, her face turned deep red as the other girls giggled.

"It's giving future husband!" Asuka-chan chimed in, a bright smile on her face.

Suddenly, some commotion going on towards the entrance of the cafeteria caught all of your attention, heads turning nearly in sync with each other.

It was Kazutora, who hadn't been here earlier today, strolling in casually with those two other guys you'd seen with him once before. You already knew what was going on as his eyes locked with yours. A charming grin made its way on his face as he approached you.

"Speaking of husbands...." Yumi murmured with a devilish smile, looking your way for a moment.

"Hey", he nodded towards you, "hey girls." He then acknowledged your friends to which they all smirked.

"Heeeeyyyy." They sang, dragging it out obnoxiously long.

"Ohhh would you look at that, suddenly we all have somewhere to go, right girls?" Miyazaki-chan cut in, clearing her throat and raising a brow so all the girls would get what she's trying to do.

"O-oh yeah yeah! We're needed...elsewhere currently. See ya!" Asuka chuckled, making it so obvious they were leaving us alone on purpose. You sighed, discreetly rolling your eyes.

How y'all needed elsewhere during lunch...?

"Why'd you come to school so late? You dropped me off just to dip out then come back?" You questioned, your brows furrowed. He put on his signature cheeky smile, his eyes closed from how wide it was.

"Uh oh..." You deadpan, already knowing he was up to absolutely no good with that look. "What did you do?" You narrowed your eyes. He shook his head. "What are you doing?" You said next, your expression still the same as the intrigue started to rise more. He shook his head again. "What are you about to do?" This time your brow raised as there wasn't any other variation left that you could think of.

"There it is! I'm bustin' you outta here!" He says excitedly.

"You what?" A playful scoff escaping you as a small amused grin made its way on your lips. Kazutora grabbed your hand with both of his, pulling a bit so you'd stand out of your seat.

"Uh uh! I can't leave!" You pulled against him, trying to keep yourself planted.

"Yeah you can! I do it all the time." He shrugged like it was the most simplest thing ever.

"Yeah but you're not supposed to! And I'm not you!" You frown.

"C'mon goody two shoes, I'm kinda on a time crunch right now."

"No, I can't skip school! Bruh!" You spout rapidly, feeling a mixture of nervous excitement. It was kind of true that you were a 'goody' type of student. Never skipping school, always on time for class, and getting your homework done to the best of your ability was always your thing. Compared to Kazutora you probably were an angelic, perfect example student.

The idea of skipping has never even crossed your mind before, seeing as you figured teachers would worry and highly likely call your mom, which would then petrify her and have an entire S.W.A.T team level search party coming for you. It just wasn't worth it to skip. Besides, where would you be skipping to? For what?

"It's fine! You can miss half'a day." He chuckled, finally pulling you along towards the caf entrance.

"No, I'm serious! This isn't a good idea! I'm gonna get in- You cut yourself off with a gasp, feeling slightly disoriented as Kazutora abruptly pulled you towards him and casually flung you over his shoulder.

"Hey! If you don't put me down!" You blurted out frantically in English, making him laugh. "You're embarrassing me in front of all these-oh my gosh...." You facepalmed in defeat, watching as everyone laughed and took in the scene unfolding in amusement.

"It'll be fun, trust me!" He assured playfully, still keeping you perched up on his shoulder as he and his friends walked out of the school.

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Kazutora had taken you all over the place today. First it was some street race that he took you to watch together. It was all kinds of older guys and even some your age, dressed in streetwear, smoking and driving really cool looking cars.

You were glad he'd taken you to your place first to change out of your uniform, it would've looked so awkward since everyone else was dressed so amazing.

You were wearing a cute black skater style skirt with a slit by the right thigh, sheer nude stockings and a white cropped top. Over the fit you had on a hot pink cardigan with your first initial stitched in the back, and white two and a half inch knee high, heeled boots. It was fully into November by this point, so the cardigan was much needed. It wasn't necessarily blending with the streetwear vibe, but you were still cute nonetheless.

Afterwards he'd taken you out to get food at this ramen place! It was here that you started to wonder if this was his way of taking you out on a date without actually saying it. He was all smiles the entire time, talking up a storm with you, and insisted on paying for everything.

Then you both just wandered around the shopping district, trying on all kinds of things and even clothes and accessories you didn't even like. He'd even gone out of his way to buy you something you liked a lot. These gold, medium sized hoop earrings with little faux diamonds embedded into them. To say you were overjoyed and flattered would be an understatement. Immediately the jewelry became your absolute most cherished item in your accessories drawer.

And now, hours and hours later, the two of you were off somewhere deep in the city, strolling into some random skyscraper.

"K, what are we doing?!" You chuckle, going along with things as he leads you to a basic looking metal door in the main entrance of the building. The door revealed flights on flights of squared stairs, an elevator on the right upon coming inside.

"You'll see." He replies vaguely, a cute yet mischievous looking grin on his face. The two of you went all the way to the top floor, heading to the door that leads to outside.

Instantly you were met with an astonishing view, other buildings, street lights, and the night sky all greeting the both you. It was almost a fully clear sky up above, thousands and thousands of stars along with the half moon shined so brightly. "This is beauuuutiful! We're so high up!" You beam, smiling as the wind slightly brushes past you, making your skirt and cardigan sway.

"I know. I come up here all the time." He says softly, walking ahead of you.

"Come on!" He urges, giving you a nod. Snapping out of your daze you catch up to him, the two of you walking near the edge of the building.

"Wait...don't go too far, K." You warn, feeling your heart drop slightly as he kept going. The two of you weren't so close where you could fall, but it was enough to make you just a bit nervous.

"It's fine, don't worry." He assures. "I brought you here 'cause this spot is really special to me." He says softly with a particularly warm smile.

Your heart fluttered wildly in your chest at his words, a small smile dancing its way across your lips. "I'm glad you took me here. I really like it."

"Y'know, I'm really happy I met you. I want you to know that." He continues, brushing his hand behind his neck nervously.

"Aaaw, I'm glad I met you too, K! You're my best friend." You admit softly, feeling your cheeks heat up as that's the first time you'd ever told him you felt that way.

"Actually, I brought you here 'cause...I gotta-..I gotta tell you something." He adds hesitantly, looking to the side a bit as his expression turns a bit pained.

This time your heart practically attempts to leap out of your chest. You purse your lips together to try and conceal the fully wide, glowy smile, clasping your hands together. Your little paper bag with your new earrings sat between your fingers. You might be joining Hanako-chan in the no longer single committee real soon!

"Yeah?" You murmur softly, biting your tongue.

Was he actually gonna go and confess his feelings?! Maybe that's why he came and took you out of school. He set up this whole thing just so you guys could end here, and he could ask you to be his girlfriend!

"Um..I don't really know how to say this..." He trails off, still not making any kind of eye contact with you.

"No, it's ok!" You assure sweetly, taking a step closer to him. By now your brows start to furrow a bit, slowly becoming concerned as his expression turns almost stony, and his eyes look hollow.

Maybe this wasn't what you thought it was...

"W-what's wrong?!" You press, placing a hand on his arm.

"I-...I may not..see you again." He finally mutters weakly, his eyes looking up at yours finally.

You blink, shaking your head a bit. Immediately your hand drops from his arm, looking at him as though he just went and slapped you across your face.

"What? What do you mean?" You question, your tone a bit sharper than you intended.

"I'm not gonna see you again. Not for a long time probably-

"What are you talkin' about? What does that even mean?!" You rant, feeling your heart start to crack. He lets out an exasperated, conflicted sigh, burying his hands in his pockets.

"I can't really tell you why, but after tomorrow...I just won't be able to see you again." He explains again, not bothering to expand any further.

"You can't tell me?! You brought me here just to say this?! To just drop me?!" Your chest rises and falls visibly as your breathing becomes heavier, an overwhelming amount of emotions starting to wash over you. Anger, confusion, worry, betrayal, even denial.

"I'm sorry." He replied barely above a whisper. You scoff at his weak response.

"You're sorry?! Sorry for what exactly, 'cause you don't seem all that sorry. What did I even do-

"No no, you didn't do anything! It's not even about you, I just have-

"So if I didn't do anything why are you doing this?! You took me out of school, spent all day playing nice, and brought me here just to tell me you're never gonna see me again, and you can't even at least explain to me why?!" You argued with a shaky voice. By now you'd already started crying, the tears streaming down your face like waterfalls.

"I promise I'd tell you if I could, but I can't." Kazutora says regretfully, a pained look on his face as he tries to reach for your hand.

"You can't or you won't?" You question sharply, snatching your hand away as you take a step back.

He goes silent, looking down and to the side, not even at least trying to answer you.

"Wow. So that's it, you just...say nothing." You scoff, shaking your head, looking over at him as if he were the worst person you knew. "I'm sorry..." He mutters monotonously. "I can't believe you." You grumble bitterly. What you really meant was 'I can't believe I actually fell for you'.

"Well I'm glad then, that you won't see me again, 'cause I don't wanna see you." You scowl, giving him one last look before storming off back inside the building, heart breaking even further when he doesn't bother to try and stop you.

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You'd went home and just cried and cried and cried all night until you fell asleep. It was so bad your mom could hear your sobs, bursting into your room to figure out what the matter was. You'd managed to tell her the whole story, crying into her chest as she tried to console you as best as she could.

The next day was the worst, the realization that what had happened last night wasn't a dream but very much reality made your heart break all over again. You were in so much pain, everything ached, and your head was pounding.

You didn't eat, you didn't turn on any lights in your room, you barely even spoke.

The girls had been blowing up your chat since yesterday, wanting to hear the 'tea' about how things went with you and Kazutora when the two of you ditched school together. You'd went and turned the group chat and individual chats with them on do not disturb. Honestly you were just embarrassed, feeling so stupid about the way you felt about him since it all blew up in your face. It's the way you really swore he was gonna confess to you, tell you he loves you and the two of you would just...who knows?

None of that even matters at this point? He doesn't want you around so any fantasies you once had before were all turned into pitiful ash in a matter of seconds. Your mom had told you last night that she believes he still cares about you and likes you, but he just went and chose to push you away 'cause he's not ready.

You hated him, hated everything about him, especially the things you used to love the most. Even more so you hated the memories, the memories that would flash through your mind, plaguing and haunting you relentlessly every second of every day.

Each day after felt worse and worse, unlike what your mom had assured you of. Every day that you two didn't speak chipped off pieces of your heart. Everything reminded you of him, the stuffed bunny he got you, your own bed that he'd laid in with you multiple times, when you walk outside and he's not there waiting for you to walk to school together.

School was the absolute worst. You'd gone from Hanemiya-san's princess to Hanemiya-san's ex. Rumors spread all over like wildfire, and of course with Kazutora no longer coming to school people felt completely free to voice their opinions loud and proud. Of course your friends would come to your defense, but now all of you were outnumbered, so it didn't do much to stop anyone from talking their shit.

Finally, weeks turned into months, which turned into years.

It took two years for you to finally free yourself from the depression of being left by Kazutora, college being the exciting new beginning for you.

You'd decided to go home, back to America to really clean off your slate. You met new people, made new friends, though you kept in touch with all of your friends from Japan. It was rough though, talking to your friends in Japan, they'd always remind you of what you left behind....

#strawberryfairi🧚🏾‍♀️#back when i knew you #kazutora hanemiya x reader #kazutora hanemiya x black fem reader #black fem reader #tokyo rev #kazutora #tokyo revengers x black reader #kazutora x you #kazutora x reader

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jiiamp · 6 months

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♕ Kingercharic ♕

[ Kingercharic ]

A gender connected to the character Kinger from The Amazing Digital Circus show

Kinger + char [acter] + ic

Made by me (as far as I know)

Please credit if you repost, it is greatly appreciated ^w^

No id, help is welcome

@accessmogai @mogai-transcriber

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grimmhoe · 1 year

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I made this for my Instagram account. :)

I’m trying to make my posts on there all official Bleach content, edits, and my own art instead of editing fan art for my stories. In attempting to make my own content, it spurred this edit. As for the story I made for this edit, I’ll include it here too (under this image).

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┆♕┆ Cafe Mundo┆♕┆⠀

⠀ ⠀To bridge peace between the different soul races, a conference was the initial plan. However, battling would be involved if Grimmjow—who was forced to go, showed up. To the formers sixth’s fortune, Nelliel advised against the conference idea and Grimmjow fabricated a new plan that would suffice—in theory.

⠀ ⠀ “Welcome to Cafe Mundo,” were the blank words that echoed from Grimmjow into the large room. His face, in contrast, appeared to be charmed— excited.

⠀ ⠀ Nelliel frowned. She wasn’t too pleased with the idea. Specifically not how it was brought to fruition. Nor was Grimmjow’s cold welcome anymore convincing than it was detrimental to their efforts.⠀

⠀ ⠀ “Halibel’s going to hate this idea,” she commented, looking up at him, while lightly tugging at the skirt of her maid ensemble.

⠀ ⠀ She wasn’t being pessimistic. It was true that with the progress they made, neither really held up their idea in a favorable manner.

⠀ ⠀ “You asked that I don’t kill, do anything stupid, and that the idea be one everyone can get behind,” he began before narrowing his eyes. “And you helped me steal everything to make this happen.”⠀

⠀ ⠀ It was true. Nelliel had gone to the world of the living at night with Grimmjow just to steal furniture, paintings, plants and more from some random restaurant. It was also her idea to steal the items after Grimmjow proposed turning one of the grand, large rooms of the palace into a cafe.

⠀ ⠀ She folded her arms over her chest before sheepishly looking off to the side. “Well y-you—! You said food will bring everyone together,” she exclaimed.⠀

⠀ ⠀ He let out a laugh. “I said a pretty maid will do the trick, but you run your mouth too much.”⠀

⠀ ⠀ Despite his seemingly harsh words, he was teasing her. It was their norm.⠀

⠀ ⠀ “Well, how will we disguise our masks. I know the Soul Reapers will judge,” she changed the subject, looking back at him once again.⠀

⠀ ⠀ Grimmjow furrowed his brows, thinking for a moment. “Hm.” He eyed her. “We don’t. We’re in our uniform, something most Soul Reapers don’t give a rat’s ass about— unless you’re talking about the ones in lower ranks or the kiss asses,” he shrugged.⠀

⠀ ⠀ “You’re forgetting some can be a stickler about it, regardless of rank,” she said.⠀

⠀ ⠀ “Nonsense! They’ll worry more about having poison in their food than what parts of ourselves we’re showin’ off to ‘em,” he reassured, his tone softer, but still with its natural harshness lingering about.⠀

⠀ ⠀ Grimmjow helped Nelliel with the finishing touches in the cafe, before helping study one of the cook books he had stolen. Neither of them had a clue what their menu was supposed to look like— let alone how to make the dishes. They had more ingredients than they’d really need, but it was a start, regardless. Yet, it didn’t change just how stumped they felt.

⠀ ⠀ Nelliel leaned over, looking at the book, but not without sensing Grimmjow’s growing frustration. She took it from his hands, having a more suitable plan in mind.⠀

⠀ ⠀ “Hey—“⠀

⠀ ⠀ “Go get some other arrancar. That’ll make it easier and we’ll be able to have this place open to all by the time Halibel returns,” she calmly ordered.⠀

⠀ ⠀ Without a fuss, Grimmjow nodded and left to do as he was told. In the meantime, Nelliel tried to prepare the dishes, or at least figure out how to.⠀

⠀ ⠀ A day later, and Halibel returned. There was all sorts of spiritual pressures swirling the palace. At first, a flurry of worry got to her, thinking that perhaps Grimmjow and Nelliel were ambushed in the time she was away. To her surprise, they had a whole cafe running—thanks to Urahara, whom they both reluctantly called upon since he had some expertise on running a business.

⠀ ⠀ “Welcome to Cafe Mundo!” Grimmjow enthusiastically greeted.⠀

⠀ ⠀ “What is this?!” Halibel inquired, looking around before firmly setting her emerald eyes on the blue haired nuisance.⠀

⠀ ⠀ “We’ll explain later, but first you need your uniform!” Nelliel exclaimed, coming up from behind.⠀

⠀ ⠀ Grimmjow nodded, and together, they made it through the crowded line of distinct souls, then past the tables before pulling the blonde to the back. In a single day, business was booming. Really, it was just the fact everyone heard “free food,” and rushed over without knowing how Nelliel and Grimmjow were getting everything. She also couldn’t help but notice everyone was eating together from a half-assed, concoction of a plan that neither of them sought her approval for.

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The story itself is short simply to fit into Instagram’s caption character limits— which I TOTALLY went over. But for Tumblr, this version is a bit better in word choice, added detail, grammar, etc.

I also am aware of how nonsensical this story is, but that is the point. To have fun, I mean. Regardless, I hope those who read it enjoy it!

Maybe one day I’ll make longer stories exclusive to tumblr. Also! If anyone can teach me how to RP here on Tumblr, that’d be lovely. 🥺🥺

#bleach grimmjow #grimmjow x nelliel #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #grimmjow jaggerjack #nelliel tu odelschwanck #bleach nelliel #bleach edit #short fiction #short story #grimmjow fanart #bleach fanfiction #bleach fic

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stewahrt · 10 months

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( elizabeth of lancaster ♕ devrim lingnau ♕ 29 ♕ queen of scotland ) ⸻welcome ELIZABETH OF LANCASTER. you hail from ENGLAND and have been risen to the position of a QUEEN. you are a member of the house of STEWART and will go down in history as the STEADFAST. though you are PROUD & RESENTFUL, you are blessed with being OBSERVANT and DUTIFUL.

written by lu ( she / they ).

DOSSIER ⸻ WANTED DYNAMICS

you can find my little discord tl;dr under the cut ( it also complements what's in the dossier page ).

she was raised like any proper lady would, her mother had high expectations on her even as a "spare" and when her brother died a year after her family went into exile ( elizabeth was 7 years old when he got mortally wounded i reckon ?? unless my math didn't math right nbvcvbnm ) those expectations grew even higher because she was now the heir !! as a young girl, she liked horse riding more than anything else, closely followed by painting / sketching and she always had a romantic view on life even after all that her family lost ( so much so she foolishly though she'd marry a man she loved ... silly silly girl ... probably had a little guy that she wanted to smooch but alas ) but that got chiped away at time and time again and she became sort of ... disillusioned with life and a bit cynical, becoming more and more pragmatic. it only became "worse" when her husband, whom she married to help her family ( though i need to plot their relationship more ), took a mistress and she's left like "ooohhhkay then" and at this point she just wants to get pregnant so she can at least secure her position and help her family like she's meant to. wants her mother to desperately get rid of the mistress just so she doesn't have to feel embarassed walking around knowing people are very aware of it mnbvcvbnm feels very alone at the end of the day, she is a lonely lady but tries not to show it but she is her mother's daughter at the end of the day hehehehe

#⸻ intro #fwintro #it's barely done ... there's a timeline ... i just want this out of my drafts ... don't judge me please ...

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liminaltm-a · 2 years

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@qweenbeeb

― ♕ 「 Smoke burns the back of his throat . Curls up into the night to nest in the pines above their head . Bebe is highlighted by the moon , and the dim lights of the town . 」 How was he so lucky as to have her here with him ? She was just so… genuine . It was just easier to accept that she actually wanted him there . It was easy to feel like he was bothering the guys … But Bebe? Something about that smile of hers just made him feel safe . Like he was right where he needed to be .

Eventually, he knew , she would grow tired of him too . One day that smile isn’t going to have the same light , and that’s when he will know he’s overstayed his welcome . He’s so afraid of that day . Desperately he wants to just show her all of the bad in him , to chase her away . So at least that way it’s on his own terms .

Yet somehow he still ends up like this , all the time . Head in her lap with her fingers in his hair . As they bitch and gossip under the night sky . Smoke filling their lungs .

❝ I wish that I could never know … how long you’ll stay before you go . ❞

#qweenbeeb #▻ ｢m u s e — the cursed . ｣ … in character .#so the first song I got for them was dog teeth and I decided that was too much #but then I just got bandaids instead

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hallofamehq · 3 months

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♕ today's event will mark the debut of our newest team member; organiser cassiopeia ! yes, we are having an awards ceremony to show our appreciation to all of the amazing muses in our collective !

apart from the exciting occasion, today will also be our acceptance day so if you are looking to send in an application, you can do so now and be admitted to the collective asap. i'll be around to answer any inquiries you may have or you can drop in a reservation or two as well !

hall of fame is a laid back and slow paced collective (atm) but we have a bunch of creative and welcoming writers who are eagerly waiting for new members to join them so come check us out ! 💖

#‧₊˚♕彡 hallofame | pyxis #krp #mewe roleplay #literate rp #slice of life rp #gossip rp

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sunandmoontheory · 11 months

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Introduction ☄. *. ⋆

It's always an insane dark haired boy and a suppressed blonde boy

For Reference:

Hello, my name is Evan Welcome to my Gay Old Men Shows™ blog. It's exactly how it sounds

A little about me:

- He / They

- Aroace

Shows that will be talked about here include:

- Good Omens ⚕

- What We Do in the Shadows ⚰

- Our Flag Means Death ☠

- Heartstopper ♡

- Red White and Royal Blue ♕

- NBCs Hannibal has been BANNED until the stupid season 4 IS CONFIRMED (aka forever)

(By the way, this is a sideblog! All interactions will come from my main @ehvanescent)

Current Release Dates:

- Good Omens S2: July 28, 2023 💙

- WWDITS S5: July 13, 2023 💙

- RWRB: August 11, 2023 💙

- Heartstopper S2: August 3, 2023 💙

- OFMD S2: October 5, 2023 💙

- Hannibal S4: NEVER

qestionnaire -> sunandmoontheory

That's about it for now, goodbye :]

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symbioteburnout · 1 year

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♕ ✿ ␛ ღ † ☂

-||[ Headcanon ]||-

@murder-popsicle

Send ♕ for a CHILDHOOD headcanon.

It's no secret that her Mother abandoning her and her Father is a very sore spot for Andi, and it was worse growing up, as being motherless was something she was regularly bullied for in school. Kindergarten to third grade, she'd just hide in a corner and hope the bullies would go away. By 4th grade, that was when her attitude started to set in, and she'd start fighting back. By Middle School, she'd actually started getting into physical altercations if her Mom was ever brought up (as seen in the Scream comics where she mentions getting into a fight with another girl at school, mentions jumping the other girl and pulling her hair). By High School, she seemed to just stop caring, though this was part of the dejected emo goth attitude she'd adopted, but anything to do with her Mother still stung.

Send ✿ for a HAPPINESS headcanon.

This was one of many methods she tried to move on from her Father's death, and that was being able to watch some of shows they used to watch together. For the longest time, she couldn't watch Wheel or Jeopardy without thinking of him and immediately turning the TV off. It was because of her Aunt Sarah sitting down to watch those shows with her that Andi was able to find joy in the stupid activity of trying to yell out the answer to a trivia question, or solve a word puzzle, even though they weren't the ones on the show. It's the little things.

Send ␛ for an ANGER headcanon.

Many things will set Andi off, though this wasn't always the case. Of course bringing up her Mom is the easiest way to bring her anger out, but anything else, Andi would have considered a minor annoyance. Because the symbiotes seem to amplify her anger, and the Hellmark even moreso, sometimes Andi can go on very fiery (pun intended) outbursts if the circumstances are right.

Send ღ for a LOVE/SEXUALITY headcanon.

After everything she'd been through, it was actually hard for Andi to let ANYONE in. Her Mom left her, her Dad and Aunt were both murdered, Flash was dead (for a while, he got better), and her 'friends' back in Philly had pretty much forgotten about her following Absolute Carnage. Anyone Andi has ever loved or cared about either seems to meet with a terrible fate, or leaves her behind, and during her early time as Scream, she was convinced she was cursed and tried to keep everyone at arms length. Of course, Andi didn't want to be alone forever, and some helpful encouragement and kindness from May Parker seems to have helped Andi break down some of the walls she'd built up.

Send † for a RELIGION headcanon.

Andi was raised Catholic, but ultimately stopped going to Church round the time she hit middle school. Despite this, her Father continued to go. Following his death, one of the other methods Andi tried was going to Church again, not out of some religious obligation but she felt MAYBE she might feel closer to her Dad if she did. She was expecting to either burst into flames or be struck by lightning the moment she entered but surprisingly nothing happened. A few parishioners recognized her, expressed their condolences, but despite this, sitting through mass didn't make her feel any different. The pastor spoke with her and said she was always welcome to return whenever she wanted. Andi doesn't quite consider herself Catholic, though at the very least she'll try to show up for Easter or Christmas masses, but for the most part considers herself agnostic (though the Hellmark does occasionally act up whenever holy water is involved).

Send ☂;meme for a FOOD headcanon.

Thanks to the symbiotes, Andi used to eat like a human garbage disposal, but showed none of the weight (which made some folks jealous). She used to use the excuse of her teenage metabolism to cover the fact she was eating two cafeteria cheeseburgers and a large box of fries almost every day. Losing Mania was difficult on her diet because she had to learn to cut back. She never got overweight, but she did get a bit of a belly for a while before she was able to burn it all off by *hiss* exercising and eating healthy. Aunt Sarah helped with giving her healthier food options, and before his death, Flash did offer her exercise programs over the phone.

#headcanon #long post

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annelizabethwrites · 2 years

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Pairings: Roger Taylor X OC (Scarlett Walker); George Harrison X OC (Star Walker)

Rating: Mature (See Notes, Muses & Warnings for the actual warnings)

POV: Scarlett & Star

Warning:

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June 13th, 1969

"Get your ass up!" Elaina jumped on my bed.

"Fuck. Off." I groaned.

"No! Get up," Elaina hit me with a pillow, so I pushed her off my bed.

"Ow," Elaina groaned.

"Good night," I turned around and tried to fall back to sleep.

"Come on; our family is coming over for breakfast. Get the fuck up!" Elaina got up as I heard the door, "See, they're here. Get your fucking ass up!"

"Fine," I groaned, today is my graduation, and I couldn't sleep last night because of my nerves. Elaina grabbed my hand and dragged me out of bed.

"Come on," Elaina said.

"I don't want to," I whined.

"I should've gotten Roger to do this," Elaina rolled her eyes.

"He would've lost too. I couldn't sleep," I shrugged, getting out of bed. I walked to my dresser and grabbed pants to put over my underwear. I walked out to Paul, Linda, Heather, John, Yoko, Ringo, Mo, Zak, Jason, Bucky, Alice, Molly, Kenzie, Finley, Venessa, James, Brenda, Eric, Cheryl, Payton, Sandy, and Lori.

Later...

Elaina and I sat next to each other. We waited for the Ws to get announced. I have this red dress with a bow at the middle of the neckline, neutral makeup, and a crown hairstyle, so my hat is on top. This is actually happening. Am I graduating? It was hot. The sun is beating on us while we are in the cap and gowns. There is no shade. The only thing that keeps us cool is the water bottles under our seats. We cheered for Freddie when the B's were announced and Tim when the S's were announced, then it was finally my and El's turn. We got up. I felt nervous. I got called, walked up to get the blank rolled piece of paper, and heard the lads, my siblings, friends, and family cheering with pride. I shook the Dean's hands and walked down the stairs into an air conditioning room. I gave them the paper roll, and I got my actual diploma.

"Well, Carla, we graduated," I felt an arm around me and saw Freddie.

"Not yet. We still have to change the tassel side," I laughed, and we all got called back outside. There was a long speech that went with it. Then Dean started his address to switch the tassel side.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome the Ealing College of Art class of 1969!" The Dean said, and we all threw caps in the air. Elaina and I hugged. We grabbed our hats from the ground and met up with our families, but Freddie and Tim found their way to us before that.

"We are now Graduates!" Freddie put his arm around Elaina and me, and we all put our caps back on. Elaina and I unzipped our gowns to show our dresses. Elaina had a yellow dress with a fancy color collar and had three little buttons. Freddie then unzipped his gown to see him in a white button-up dress shirt with a tie and dress pants, and Tim just had the white dress shirt and dress pants. We found our families. The lads and Star ran up to me and pulled me into a hug, as Payton and Venessa were ordinary, and walked to join the hug.

"Guys, you're crushing me," I laughed. They all pulled away and were in awe.

"So you did the impossible," John started to fake cry, "You actually graduated Uni."

"Yeah, something you never accomplished," I joked.

"You ruined the moment," John looked at me, then put his arm around me, "I am proud of you, little sister."

"Thank you, and I am always proud of you, big brother," I saw Roger, "I'll be right back."

I walked up to Roger, and Roger automatically put me in a hug to lift me up and spin me around.

"Congratulations, Graduate." He put me down to kiss me. We pulled away, and I saw some of my lipstick on Roger.

"Baby." I bit my lip, "Some of my lipstick went on you."

"Oh, I'll be right back," Roger let go of me to quickly run to the closest bathroom as I started to laugh. I quickly checked if any lipstick was smeared, but I was okay. The lads and Payton began to make fun of me by making kissing noises. I walked over, giving them a look, and shook my head, "Not cool."

They all smirked, and Ringo grabbed his camera, "So how about a couple of pictures?"

"Okay, just a few," I told him. It is scorching out here.

"Okay, how about we do you, John and Judy," Ringo asked, and I nodded. I walked over to John and Star.

"Man, you two are short," John commented while putting his arms around us.

"Shut up, Lennon," Star and I both said. We all smiled, and Ringo took a couple of snaps. Then Ringo asked me to show them my diploma. I opened it with a smile. Ringo took a few pictures of me smiling. Then I got a picture with Payton, Venessa, and Star, a photo with Freddie, Elaina, Tim, and a picture with the lads, then a picture with the lads and Star. I got a picture of Roger and a few pictures with Brian. Roger volunteered to take a picture of the lads, Payton, Venessa, Star, and I. We took that picture and finally went to dinner. We didn't celebrate, just went back to the flat. I got cheered on, Elaina, Freddie, Tim, and I all showed off our diplomas, and I felt proud. We took off our gowns and caps and did a little celebration. My older siblings pulled me to my room, where I had my bag packed for Liverpool. John gave me a box with a letter on it. I read " From Dad ♡︎" written on the envelope. I stared at it for a moment.

"Well, just don't look at it. Open it," John stated as George, Paul, Payton, and Venessa huddled around me. I opened the card that was in the envelope and started to smile. It was from my dad, " My little Peanut- If you are reading this card, that means I didn't see the day you graduated from Uni. I want you to know I am proud of you, and I hope you kept the lads in check. I wrote this just in case I didn't come back home. I'm sorry for leaving you with Nancy, but I knew you had your siblings to fight aside with you. Don't change, and don't stop fighting for what you believe. For the Love of God, please get out of your comfort zone and show the world your beautiful voice and musical talent. I hope your artistic ability helped you accomplish great goals. Congratulations to my little girl! -Love Dad "

"How did I not know about this?" I started to tear up and looked at John.

"Oh, that's simple. I didn't tell you," John stated, "Now open the box."

I opened the box. I pulled out an old dress, a picture and another letter fell out. The image was my aunts. They were also twins. Star and I are named after them since they died before birth. My aunt Rose wore a cute, somewhat flowery see-thru sleeves dress, and my aunt Judy wore a sleeveless floral dress. The letter said: " I figured you would want to wear this someday. -Dad "

I looked at the dress, and It was the pink dress I used to fancy growing up. It was my aunt Rose's clothing; It had see-through sleeves and some of the back. It has a couple of inches of see-through material hanging from the dress and sewn flower pattern.

"He gave me Aunt Rose's dress," I smiled.

"Congrats Rosie," John smiled, "Do you need a minute?"

"Maybe," I tried to fight the waterworks. My older siblings hugged me before leaving my room. I sat on my bed, taking deep breaths. I'm touched that my dad prepared for the worst, but it still hurts. He should've been there with my siblings and Roger. I, in a way, knew he was ready for what if's that came with the deployment. I remember my dad talking to me about his first deployment. Before he went into the Second World War, he wrote letters for Venessa, just in case he didn't make it back. He also said that once he got home, he burnt them. Meredith, Bucky's second-oldest, had to do the same thing before her deployment a few years back. Bucky has her letters if she doesn't make it before, but I think she should be coming back in two more months. I put my hands on my face, then heard a knock on my door. I brushed my hands into my hair.

"Come in," I slightly shouted as Roger walked in and closed my door.

"I noticed you're not partying like everyone else," Roger looked at me. My eyes were probably puffy from crying thanks to my dad's letter and present. His face softened, and he sat next to me, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing bad just got an unexpected gift." I sniffled, grabbing the letter, "Before my dad did anything that was life risky, he wrote a series of letters just in case he didn't make it. My uncles did the same thing, and my friend Meredith, who is on deployment. Anyways. He wrote a letter for us when we graduated from Uni, assuming we would go since he wanted us to be the best we could be. He gave me this dress I used to fancy as a kid that belonged to my aunt and a letter. It just made me a little teary."

"You alright?" Roger wiped some of my tears off my face as I nodded.

"I'm alright," I softly spoke, "Promise."

Since I told Roger about my cutting and depression back in May, he made sure I was genuinely okay and not just saying it. He's been helping me a lot these past months with everything, and I am grateful. Roger kissed me, then quickly got up and ran to my vanity. He came back with my makeup wipes.

"Some of your makeup is running down, love," Roger gently started to wipe off my runny makeup. He softly gazed at me as I was in awe.

"Thank you. I could've gotten it," I giggled.

"Yeah, but I want to help in any way," Roger smirked.

"I'll take it from here," I gently grabbed the wipe from Roger. I walked to my vanity and just wiped off all my makeup.

June 14th, 1969- Star's POV

I'm quietly putting on makeup in my room, George is still asleep, and I don't want to wake him. He's cute sleeping. I'm wearing a white dress with this blue lining on the edge of the sleeves and neckline. The middle of the blue lining on the neckline becomes a string and ties to make a cute bow. I'm wearing blue platform heels that match the line, it's supposed to be hot today, so I put my hair into a French braid bun that makes a crown first. I'm putting on some natural makeup while checking the time.

"Are you looking at the mirror or the clock?" I heard as I turned to see George waking up and sitting on the bed.

"Multi-tasking. I looked at the time and realized I had to leave soon. I have to be there at a certain time, and it takes me roughly 50 minutes to get there," I tried to put eyeliner on.

"You look beautiful," George walked over as I looked up, and we shared a kiss.

"Thank you," I smirked, getting up. I grabbed my gown, which is black with a light blue lining, and my cap, a black cap with a black tassel and a gold 1969, "I gotta go, don't get killed by John."

"Easier said than done," George rolled his eyes, then walked over to me and kissed me, "Good luck, we'll be cheering you on."

"Please don't be as obnoxious as we were with Scarlett?" I tried.

"Nice try, but if Scarlett got it, you're getting it," George smirked.

"I love you," I smiled. God, I haven't been this genuinely happy in a while.

"I love you too," George smiled, then kissed me, "I'll see you there."

At the school...

I walked in, and I felt lost. I don't really have friends here anymore. Sienna dropped me once I told her I was getting sober mainly because of Geo. My other seven friends stopped talking to me because my ex made me say awful things to them. I walked in, signed in, and there I saw my old group, Sienna didn't look so hot, and the rest of the group was shielding her. I walked passed them, and I got grunts. I tried not to be bothered by it, then heard them talking about me. Fuck it. I turned around and looked at them.

"I know you guys hate me, and I'm sorry, but for the love of God, just let it go!" I rolled my eyes.

"Let it go?" Cecilia scoffed, "You called us all junkies whores that won't live past Uni! Among many other awful things!"

I looked down, I did say that, but I didn't mean it. Axel threatened my and their lives if I disagreed with him and copied his words.

"She didn't mean those things," I heard Sienna stick up for me as I looked at her in confusion, "She swore me to secretly but fuck it, Axel made her say those things, and she copied it out of fear of him. He was abusing her, she was terrified of him, and he threatened her."

I looked at Sienna; confused as hell, we stopped talking. She cut me out of her life, and now she's standing up for me. Sienna then looked at me, "Sorry, I know it was your story to tell."

"I still don't have the nerve to talk about some things... thanks," I smirked, then looked at the group, "What it's worth, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I know it's an almost two-year late apology, but I'm sorry I said those things, and I wish I could take them back. But I was threatened even more if I talked to you guys again. Then after... I just needed time to heal. I'm sorry it took this long."

They all stood there dumbfounded. I walked off. It wasn't long before we had to go in our lines. I felt nervous, not for me but for George. John hasn't exactly been open to the fact we're together... well, I have no clue if we are in a relationship? Neither one of us asked the other. Paul was trying yesterday to be supportive, but it clearly bothers him. Scarlett, Ringo, Venessa, and Payton are all happy for us since they all knew. Luckily, John is afraid of Scarlett, and Scarlett is there for me. We walked to the seats and sat down, the sun beating on us. There's no shade like Scarlett's graduation yesterday, and I'm in black, wearing white underneath. Great.

Later...

After long boring speeches and all the other departments and other names in journalism and publishing, it was my time to shine briefly. I stood on the stairs, waiting to hear my name.

"Star Walker," The Dean said as I walked up, grabbed the fake diploma, and shook the Dean's hand. I could hear my family cheer me on from down here. I automatically started to blush and quickly walked off the stage, trying to get my face to stop blushing. I walked into a separate room to get my actual diploma. While I was waiting, Cecilia walked up to me.

"If you're here to fight more, I don't want to hear it," I sighed.

"I'm sorry for being a bitch these past few weeks," Cecilia sighed, "I'm also sorry for leaving you when you probably needed us the most because of Ax-"

"Call him Asshat, way more mentally settling than the actual name," I cut her off.

"Okay, because of asshat," Cecilia said, "And we missed you, we got this new guy, but no one can fill in the humorous gap."

"Thanks for the offer," I started to say.

"And?" Cecilia looked at me.

"I'll think about it, I changed a bit, and I'm still getting used to that change," I truthfully said, "I'll give you the answer when I get back from Liverpool. You have my word."

Cecilia nodded before walking off. I grabbed my diploma and then got back to my seat. We went through more majors and fields. I started to pay a bit more attention to criminology. Sandy Payton's wife has one brother that moved to the UK last year. He transferred to the same Uni as me to study criminology. His name is Kit; like my old friends Xavier and Ryder, he took criminology while going through police training. Once he gets this diploma, he is a cop. I never met the guy. When he moved here, I was with Asshat, so there was no way I could've to find him. Then after Asshat, I got busy with the aftermath India Trip. I went into a spiral of serious partying, my friendship with Clapton, Scarlett and Roger's whole ass love story, Beatles stuff, and focusing on classes. I didn't have the time. I was supposed to meet him on Christmas. Due to Scarlett's condition, he just celebrated Christmas with his friends. They got to the H's, and Sandy's Maiden Name is Harper.

"Kit Harper," the Dean said as this tall man walked up. I could see his red hair peeking below his cap.

Later...

The rest of the fields got announced, and I'm honestly worried about taking off my gown after this because I think my dress is now see-through.

"It is a longstanding tradition that after receiving a University degree, the cap tassel is shifted from the right side to the left side of the cap. This signifies to all the completion of the degree. Graduates, please move your tassels," The Dean said as everyone moved their tassel to the left side. I followed the others, "Ladies and Gentlemen, family and friends, I present to you the 1969 graduating class of Kingston University. Graduates, raise the roof!"

We all threw our caps in the air. The crowd cheered with pride. I grabbed my cap and slowly checked to see my dress. Luckily it didn't become see-through from me sweating so much in this. I unzipped my gown and started to head over to my family, but this excitement came over me, and I ran over, hugging them.

"I graduated bitches!" I giggled, forcing my six siblings and George into a hug.

"Why don't we do pictures while waiting for Payton's in-laws?" Venessa shrugged.

"Let's do it! This gown is fucking hot," I smiled, wanting to get out of this gown. I first did a picture with John and Scarlett, and then I got a picture with George, which John grunted during, making it weird.

"Incest," John coughed as Scarlett slapped him.

"Hey, is that Sandy and her family?" I pointed over as Payton freaked out from the fear of his in-laws.

"Pussy." Scarlett walked back and ruffled Payton's hair.

"I am not! They hate me!" Payton said.

"That's your fault," I looked at him.

"Hmm, it's not his fault he had no real parental figure to teach him. You know, he was only 14." Venessa tried to help out Payton

"No, dad told me to make sure I know what I'm doing while I was in the states," Payton sighed.

"I was trying to defend you, asshole." Venessa rolled his eyes.

"Can't help him. Mr. Harper let him stay at his house, and in return, the dumbass knocked up the dude's daughter!" I said, "Then they got married and moved here."

"Thank you, Star, for pointing out where I fucked up and why my in-laws hate me," Payton rolled his eyes.

"You are very welcome," I smiled. We finished up the pictures, and Sandy with her family walked over.

"Hey," Sandy came over. She tried to wrap her arms around Payton. It's a little tricky since she's nine months pregnant, but the two shared a quick kiss, then she looked at me, "Congrat, grad."

"Thank you," I smiled.

"Anyways, guys, these are my siblings, Max, Zoey, and this is Kit. He's the one that graduated with Star," Sandy introduced us to her siblings. We surprisingly never met them, "Guys, this is Payton's family. Venessa, John, Paul, George, Ringo, Scarlett, and Star."

"Hi," Zoey said.

"Heyla," I waved.

"Hello," Scarlett waved as well.

"Congratulations on graduating," Kit looked at me.

"Thank you, congratulations as well," I smiled.

Later...

Like yesterday, we had a small celebration, the people coming to Liverpool with us came over with their bags. I frantically started to look for a dress for my graduation party. That's the only thing I didn't pack.

"Did you forget to pack?" I heard as I turned over to see John.

"What? No," I rolled my eyes, "I forgot to pack a dress for the party."

"Good, that's why I'm here," John pulled out a box he had hidden behind his back and walked closer to me with Venessa, Payton, and Paul coming in. I got the package. I walked over to my bed and sat on it. There was an envelope on the box with " From Dad ♡︎" on it. I looked up with my eyebrow cocked up.

"Open, and you'll understand," John sighed. Scarlett probably gave him trouble with hers. I grabbed the envelope and opened it. "My Little Bubba- If you are reading this, it means I didn't see the day you graduated Uni. I want you to know I am proud of you, and I hope you kept the lads in check. When I told you I was leaving for deployment, your words are still stuck in my head, and I want to apologize. You were right, I did leave you, and I left you with Nancy. I'm sorry, truly, but I know your siblings had your back. Please don't change, and I hope you still vocalize your opinion because it matters. I hope that you will show others your amazing piano skills and voice. I already know your interests in photography and writing are a big part of accomplishing great goals. Congratulations to my little twinkle! - Love Dad" I felt tears fall down my face. I didn't mean to say those words. I opened the box. I pulled out my aunt Jude's blue-green dress I used to fancy as a kid and saw a picture with my dad's handwriting on the back. "I figured you would want to wear this someday. -Dad"

Eight years dead, and this man provided something on my graduation from him.

The dress is a blue-green mesh sleeveless floral Skater dress made by my grandmother Scarlett. Let's just say everyone with the name Scarlett in this family has this Love of creating clothing before it trends.

"He made sure we were set even after he was gone," I teared up.

"Yeah, he did, he had to prepare, and sadly he fell under the chance of him not coming back," John sighed, "Do you need a minute?"

I nodded. When the door closed, the four left my room, and I broke down. Not only did the letter and gift get me, but the words my father was talking about were when he had said he was going on deployment for a few months. I lashed out at him, calling him all these things, telling him I would never forgive him if he left me. Those words haunted me, but I was lucky enough to give him a proper goodbye and tell him how I loved him before he left.

June 15th, 1969- Scarlett's POV

I woke up with Roger, Julian, and I shared a bed. I remember falling asleep with just Roger and me in my bed.

"I think we have a little guest," Roger smirked. Julain clenched onto me and looked like he wasn't letting go. I was lying on one of Roger's arms, and his other arm was lying on my waist.

"I guess we do," I snickered, "When he was a toddler, he used to get out of his bed and climb into mine. What can I say? He loves me."

Julian then pulled closer to me. He then pushed off Roger's arm.

"My auntie Scar," He mumbled. Roger and I tried to chuckle since I gave my couch bed to the Starkeys, and John and Yoko were sleeping on my floor, and Julian was too. Then my alarm went off, I heard Star's go off, then Elaina's go off. It was a chain reaction of alarm clocks.

"It's time to get up, little man," I turned around and turned off the clock, then looked at Julian.

"No," He mumbled.

"Hey Rose, have you seen Julian," John and Yoko woke up, and John started to freak out since Julian wasn't on the floor with him.

"Yeah, found him," I put both arms around Julian and rolled over. Julian dug more into me, "Jul if you wake up, you'll see aunt Mimi later?"

"Really?" The little boy's eyes perked up and looked at me.

"We're staying at Liverpool for a week, and you get to see her all week," I nodded.

"Don't just sit there, Dad, hurry up. I want to see Aunt Mimi," Julian wiggled out of my grasp and got out of bed, then walked to his dad and away. I laughed so hard I fell out of my bed. Julian looked at me too, "You foo Auntie Scar! I'll get Auntie Star!"

Julian trouts to Star's room, with the McCartneys and George all crammed in the room. It's technically Star and George's room now, who are officially dating since last night when George finally asked Star to be his girl.

"He told you," John got up. I shook my head and got up; then John noticed Roger was in my bed, "Why is he-"

Before John could finish the sentence, Julian walked back into the room.

"Dad, why are Auntie Star and Uncle George sharing a bed?" Julian asked as John got pissed, and I laughed loudly.

"Star Judith Walker!" John started to walk to Star's room, but I tackled him before he could do anything, "I swear Harrison, if-"

I put my hand over John's mouth.

"My neighbors are trying to sleep," I snapped, "And let them be."

Star walked out of her room to see my 5' 2" self tackling down John, who is 5′ 10″ and struggling to fight back.

"Oh, this is great," Star laughed and clapped her hands, then Paul and George walked out of her room, and Ringo walked out of mine. Star walked and kneeled to John, "Is Lenny struggling to beat a little girl?"

John licked my hand, and I pulled away and got off guard. He pushed me over, so now he is on top of me, holding me down.

"No, no, I'm not," John told Star.

"Lenny, you are one big idiot," I smirked.

"No, I-" John started, but before finishing the sentence, I kicked him where the sun does not shine, making all the guys groan. John fell to his side and winced in pain, "Your dead, Walker."

"Is that before or after you get a feeling in your legs?" I asked, getting up. Everyone around us started to laugh.

At the Cavern Club...

We all went to the Cavern Club. Everyone noticed us as we walked in, cheered, and then returned to their drinks. Brian, Roger, Freddie, Elaina, and Tim were shocked that they were actually in Cavern Club. John tried to bring up his title of most enormous arse in the bar. I noticed how uncomfortable Star is being around a bar and alcohol. She kept scooting closer to George as George had his arm around Star. I took Star to the bathroom so she could take a breather.

"I'm fine in a bar," Star told me while she went to the bathroom.

"You looked uncomfortable," I leaned against a wall.

"I'm fine," Star walked out of the stall and washed her hands, "I was an addict. I'm fine now. You don't need to baby me."

"You're my baby sister. I always will," I jokingly pinched Star's cheek as she rolled her eyes. We walked out of the bathroom, not really looking where we were going, and bumped into someone.

"Sorry," Star and I looked up to see a familiar face. Gary Lewis. Gary is this annoying kid from Liverpool Insitute. He teased Star and me in school but never got in trouble since his father was the Dean.

"Ah, isn't it the Walker twins, can't forget a rack like you two," Gary looked at us.

"Ah, isn't it Lewis, can't remember a pretentious douchebag like you," Star crossed her arms.

"You still got your mouth," Gary looked at Star up and down before looking at me, "Oh, little Scarlett, still got that nice bum from back in the day?"

"Do you look more than a women's rack and bum?" I crossed my arms.

"They're the most flattering part," Gary shrugged, "So blondie, I heard you dip both sides. You never had the Gar-meister because you would never want to return to ladies."

"You make me want to stay with girls," Star crossed her arms.

"Ouch, what about you, Little Miss Perfect? Freak in the sheets?" Gary walked closer to Star and me as we backed away, cornering ourselves. I felt Star stiffen next to me, and I know she is probably getting an Axel flashback.

"Why don't you get back off?" I raised an eyebrow.

"There's that little freak," Gary still got closer as I put my foot down and formed a fist.

"Oh darling, I'm no freak," I smirked as I pushed him out of the way.

"Someone wants to bring back old times," Gary grabbed my arm as Star and I tried to walk off, and forced me to turn him. I stomped onto Gary's shoe, hoping to get him to let me go. Gary groaned, letting go of me, "You little bitch."

"And there's more where that came from," I felt my blood boil as if I was fourteen again and fighting with this dumbass, "Leave us alone, god, take a hint when a girl doesn't want to deal with your pathetic ass!"

"You little posh twat!" Gary marched up, and I could see the guys walking up quickly in the corner of my eye. I smoothly punched Gary while he marched right into my swing.

"Get. A. Life. You've been obsessed with us since primary," I got pulled away and noticed it was from Roger.

"Back off, my girlfriend, would ya?" Roger spat at Gary while I put my arm around Roger's waist and flipped Gary as we walked off, "I can feel you flipping him off."

"He deserves it," I snickered. Roger chuckled as well before we sat at the bar.

"In all seriousness, are you okay, my Little Wolf?" Roger softly looked at me. Little Wolf? That's a new one.

" Where the bloody hell did you just get Little Wolf from?" I asked. Roger just chuckled.

"It's my nickname for you. You're my Little Wolf. And that is because you're caring, playful, devoted to your family, intelligent, connected to your instincts, have this appetite for freedom, and are lovable. When you're feeling threatened, you lack trust in someone. And those are the traits of a wolf spirit." Roger explained as I raised an eyebrow.

"Since when did you know about spirit animals?" I asked.

"Not important, but all that matters is that you're now and forever will be my little wolf." Roger softly said as I kissed him.

"That means I have to step up my nickname game," I hummed with a slight giggle.

"Yeah," Roger gently touched the hand I punched Gary with, making me wince since it's a bit sore, "Are you alright?"

"A bit sore," I sighed, and Roger ordered ice for my hand, and the bartender gave me a napkin of ice and then placed it on my hand. Paul and John walked over, and I could tell what he was about to say on John's face.

"Stop getting into bar fights!" John stated.

"It was Gary Lewis! The dude has been obsessed with my body since primary!" I stated, "Plus if he left us alone, none of this would've happened! I mean, I could tell Star was getting an asshat memory... Where is she?"

"George is with her," Paul told me as I nodded, "She's still shaky."

"The dude pinned us. She could've freaked out if he got any closer," I stiffened.

"You need to calm down. And stop punching things," John looked at me.

"Yes, dad," I rolled my eyes.

Star's POV ( Later... )

George and I returned from the Cavern Club as quietly as possible since we didn't want to wake up his parents. George gave me his room to change while he got changed in the bathroom. After I got changed, I started to look around his old room. I found a lot of pictures of us when we were young. There were pictures of him and his siblings and typical musicians posters. I stopped at one photo; it was us from my 9th-year prom. Paul got a date from one of the higher class girls, John was Scarlett's date, and George was my date. The picture was all six of us. Next to it was the professional photo that the school took. We looked so young and stupid. To be fair, we were young and stupid, still are, but less stupid. I felt two arms wrap around me and George kissing the top of my head, "Whatcha looking at?"

"Old photos, I still can't believe Lewis let you, John, and Paul, in our dance. He hated you and Paul," I laughed a bit.

"Please, we weren't that bad."

"Scarlett and I only had you guys as friends because all of the dads didn't want their kids near you. Well, John, but still," I turned around. George looked at me and rolled his eyes as I snickered and bit my lip. George looked at me and leaned toward me. We started to kiss, heading to his bed.

"Geo," I broke the kiss then slightly coughed, "We shouldn't..."

"Yeah, probably not the best since there's a chance my parents could wake up," George coughed, then grinned, "That doesn't mean we can't snog."

I grinned and started to kiss him harder, George laid on top of me, and we never broke our kiss. I giggled and wrapped my arms around his neck, and George put his arms around my waist. I put my legs around George's waist, and George smiled, "You're a tease, you know that?"

"I am," I acted innocent. George started to kiss up and down my neck.

"Yes, you are love," George whispered in my ear. I slightly giggled, then yawned. I am not even that tired. George smirked, "Are you tired?"

"No," I looked at him.

"You just yawned. I want to say you are," George laughed a bit. He rolled next to me and pulled me closer, "Go to sleep, Love. You need your energy to put up with your Nana."

"Don't remind me," I rolled my eyes, wrapped my arms around George, then fell asleep.

Meanwhile (Scarlett's POV)

Roger and I are cuddling in my bed. As much as I love this house and the good memories, the bad ones are the most traumatic. Which are setting off my nightmares to a max. I felt my chest tighten while I heard Nancy screaming at Star and Star being mouthy to Nancy. I can picture everything going on in my head and feel like I'm back in the late 1950s with Nancy lashing out like normal.

"Nancy, don't go near h-" I gasped, waking up. I'm breathing heavily with my body soaked in sweat. Roger and everyone else were still asleep. I quietly and carefully walked out of my room to quietly go downstairs. Venessa modernized the house clearly, with her and James adding their touches. Still, Venessa also made it close to how it was growing up, saying it would be weird if she drastically changed it. I got to the kitchen and remembered breakfast with my dad, but then the memory of Nancy stabbing me and how I got my scar overridden my brain. I breathed out and continued walking to the backyard. Once I successfully walked out to the backyard, I walked over to John's old beaten-up treehouse. I climbed and sat in it, looking at Mimi's and Venessa's houses. I heard a door and tried to see who it was. I noticed a figure walking closer to me to realize it was John.

"Whatcha doing here?" John walked up to me and climbed in, "Move over."

"Nightmare," I mumbled, moving over and hugging myself, "Why are you here?"

"I can't sleep," John put an arm around me, "Jesus Scarlett, you're soaked... Was it about Nancy?"

"You're shaking too. What was it about this time?" John softly looked at me.

"A lot," I clenched my legs tighter. Tears started to fall down, "It started with her bursting into my room and seeing me and Roger sleeping in my bed, then dragged me out of bed and beat me and called me a slut. Then I heard Nancy screaming at Star with Star being mouthy, trying to get Nancy to back off, and I couldn't move. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't move, I was stuck, and I had to watch Nancy attack Star, and something kept me back."

"She's been dead for seven years, remember?" John hugged me.

"That's my point. She's been dead for seven years, and I still get nightmares because of her, and my triggers are still bad!"

"It takes time to heal, and I haven't exactly helped," John started to rub my back, "Have you talked to Roger about this?"

"I talked to him about my depression and why I... um... y'know, and he's been helping me feel better and stopped the urges," I started to sniffle and tried to stop the shaking.

"You should tell Roger the rest. He should know the triggers, the nightmares, all of it." John told me, then sighed, "Star got it lucky. Her boyfriend knows it all since he was there for her when it happened."

"Did you just-" I turned with a shock to John.

"If you tell Star or George that I'm warming up to the fact, I will tackle you down," John tried to act so toughly.

"What happened the last time you tackled me, Lenny?" I laughed. John rolled his eyes, "So you are warming up to the fact?"

"Well, you're right, he makes her happy, and tonight proved it. I may not like the idea, but I will get used to it," John sighed.

"Now, who's a good Johnnyboy," I pat John's head, "Maybe you have changed."

"What does that mean?" John asked, getting all offensive.

"If this was 1965, you would've killed George before letting him date Star," I told him, "You're giving Star and George a chance to be happy together, even though you hate it so much. Do you know what that is called?"

"Being a good brother?" John asked

"That and being a good father figure," I told him, "You're a good father, John."

"What about me being Alfred?" John asked.

"You're not like him. I just said it because I know it would piss you off."

"But I am! You were right. I left Julian and want to build a relationship with him before it becomes too late if it isn't too late."

"It's never too late, Johnny."

"Well, he calls Cyn, Mama, and all I get is 'dad.' He has such an enthusiastic tone when he says your name, Star's name, and even the lads but not mine. I just get a plan, dad."

"Well, maybe, spend more time with him, talk to Cyn when we get back about shared custody and being apart in Julian's life. I am always here for you if you ever need help."

"Thanks, Rose," John leaned his head on my shoulder, "I don't know what I would do without you."

"Same, Winnie. I think the fight showed how much we needed each other."

"Agreed."

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