#Anyway that's important because when I was older I finally looked up a guide on YouTube for that part so I could FINALLY --

[williamsracinggf]

you don't go to parties * vrau

what would life be like if they'd never resolved their issues after their crash in montreal?

word count: 1.8k

notes: hi posting on here again bc the lack of applause is kinda driving me crazy idk sue me i guess

in case you're not aware, disneyprincemuke got shadowbanned and i reFUUUUUSE to not be the centre of attention when i poured my whole pussy into a fic so here i am using my main to post </3 (i live for the applause)

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she looks around the bar, heart pounding in her head as she tries to sift out for a familiar face in the crowd of the club. her face and name are plastered on every single screen of the bar, as per max’s drunken request when he got here before she could. apparently, winning your first championship doesn’t grant you the immunity to escape media commitments; it actually gives you more. especially when you’re the first woman, and you’ve set the new record as the youngest driver to ever win it.

everyone she loves and wants to celebrate with is here in this club with her right now, except the one person she prayed and hoped would show up for her.

realistically, she should be happy. in fact, she should be ecstatic that she’s finally managed to prove all of the doubters wrong. but her heart is heavy and she’s got tears in her eyes as she continually looks around with hope that the person she wants to be here, changed his mind. but no.

she’s walked about 3 rounds in the club, went high and low searching for the familiarity that his company brought her. alas, he is nowhere to be found.

she didn’t want to believe sebastian at first when he told her that he saw logan leaving the paddocks shortly after the evening was over for him. and he knew that for a fact because the american had bid him a cheerful goodbye before leaving the paddocks with his girlfriend.

“why are you all alone here, world champ?” max hums, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. he pulls her into his side and presses a kiss on her temple as he guides her through the crowd around them. “you’re supposed to be with us celebrating — not hanging out here by yourself. everyone’s been waiting for you at the vip area.”

she looks up at him, lips turned down into a frown as she follows him willingly. she hesitates asking her question — they’ve been over this several times since it had blown up in her face — but she does, anyway. she takes a deep breath and cranes her neck back to look at logan. “have you seen logan anywhere?”

“oh.” max stops in the crowd, earning them a couple of curses from intoxicated clubgoers. “you’re looking for logan.”

max isn’t saying that he’s upset to hear the question. although, if anyone were to ask him, he’d prefer not to discuss this right now on one of the most important nights of her life. plus, they’ve talked about logan over and over.

“yeah. i haven’t see him at all since we stood on the podium tonight,” she says softly in a shakey voice. “have you seen him?”

she saw him very briefly as she was presented with the race trophy. she caught his gaze as he watched from the crowd below, hovering not too far away from the crowd that had formed, his jaw clenched and his arms folded over his chest. she tried to smile at him, but the older man simply turned and walked away before she could.

she tried searching for him in the paddocks, but she couldn’t catch up to him the one time she saw him. a reporter had stopped her before she could make a run after him.

max presses his lips together and looks down at her. should he just tell her the truth? but something tells him that she already knows that logan isn’t in attendance tonight. perhaps sebastian told her and she just needs another person to find reason with? “mate…”

she laughs dryly, immediately wiping the tear that’s fallen out of her eyes. “yeah. okay, let’s just go.”

she pushes max away slightly and starts walking back in the direction they were heading originally. she doesn’t know why she’s still so upset over it. the season has come and gone without logan’s friendship — that’s about 5 long months of attempting to get over their downfall.

“mate, come on,” max sighs, pulling her back into him. “you can’t keep dwelling over it, you know? you approached him and he simply didn’t want to be friends anymore. you did what you could.”

perhaps max is right. to an extent, she thinks. she will tell you that you are right to an extent when you bring up the fact to her — the fact that she did eventually tried reaching out to logan after she put her pride aside and apologised to him.

“i could have done more,” she says firmly, grabbing max’s arm to tear his grip from her. “i shouldn’t have been so stupid in canada. i wound up fucking winning the championship, anyway.”

max shakes his head. it seems that no one can get through to her. it’s been 5 months since the incident where they crashed out in montreal and when she fell out with logan. he never thought that there would be another falling out as bad as this in the sport.

when it first happened, sebastian had tried to talk the girl out of her anger. she was insistent, for a week after the crash, that she was right and logan’s wrong; that logan should be the one apologising to her. he desperately scraped at what he could to get her to talk to him, knowing how bad it’s gotten — she didn’t even bother heading back to their shared apartment after that weekend, she stayed in her parent’s home for the next week after the canadian grandprix.

mark had also tried stepping in to talk her out of it, but nothing the australian said to her ever stuck. oscar had finally stepped forward as well, eventually, to try and get his best friends to make up. even he wasn’t enough of a bargaining chip.

and then the most unexpected duo decided to come together, much to their own dismay, to try and talk to her. lewis and nico spoke to her together and snapped her out of her blind anger. she would wind up showing up to their apartment with an apology and 2 tubs of ice cream.

only to find out that logan had already moved out over the 2-week break without saying anything to anyone.

she tried reaching out and approaching logan in the paddocks thereafter, but the older man was simply not interested in rekindling the friendship. he would be civil with her when he had to, but overall, he would avoid her like they hadn’t spent the past half of their lives under the same household and growing up together.

as hard as it was for her, imagine how difficult it was for oscar to be in the middle of all that. it had gotten increasingly difficult to manage hanging out with either. when he had taken a step back to reflect and think about it, logan realistically needed him more than she did.

so when she thought she’d only lost one best friend, she’d unknowingly lost two at the time.

but she didn’t lose oscar the same way she lost logan. while oscar kept some distance from her, choosing logan’s plans over hers and talking to her less, his way of going about it hurt her more than logan’s disappearance from her life ever did.

it’s like he was there, but not there.

which is why it’s a shock that oscar stayed in the paddocks for her after she cleaned herself from the champagne showers with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

at that point, she hasn’t hung out with oscar since their weekend in barcelona for their race, so she didn’t ask any questions. she just left the paddocks with oscar and mick, trying to brush off the odd and uncomfortable feeling that would rise up whenever she remembered the state of their friendship. but what’s important was that oscar showed up for her again when she needed him.

she just wishes logan would come out and do the same.

she stumbles forward as a body hits her shoulder on accident. “oh!” oscar screams with a smile. he slings his arm around her shoulder. “we were looking for you, mate! we’re gonna order the house special for the world champion!”

it hurt oscar to distance himself from her — he didn’t only lose her when he did that, he also lost blythe, ciara and dalton in the process.

while the 3 younger siblings understood and kept their distance as well after the fight, he couldn’t help but feel empty at the way they were so good at doing that out of respect for their older sister.

he just wishes it hadn’t gotten to this point. he missed her, really, but he couldn’t just leave logan’s side. she had more people supporting her than logan did when they were in the paddocks.

he would only catch glimpses of her life on her instagram and sometimes when they would have a chat to catch up. if he’s lucky, lily would tell him what they discussed over their frequent hang outs. even then, it simply isn’t the same as hanging out with the girl he thought would be his best friend forever.

“i love that drink!” max screams. he pushes her forward with a small and apologetic smile. “come on. we’ll have fun with you tonight. the club is ours — yearly tradition of the world champs.”

“yeah, but–“

“hey, i’ve been looking for you all over the place.” as oscar steps away from her with a laugh, another arm slings itself around her shoulders. she turns her head, furrowing her eyebrows as she meets with blue eyes that shine through the dimness of the club. “you’re just right here all along.”

she laughs sheepishly, throwing her head back with a soft laugh. “yeah, um,” she shakes her head, “just scoping out the place. it’s different when you’re the one the night’s dedicated to, i guess.”

and when logan had pulled away from her, another person had stepped in and tried to be there for her. she doesn’t know where it came from — perhaps it’s her association with sebastian, or that they were in prema together — but mick came forward and started being there for her more.

which then, well, led to this.

“ah, i thought you’d escaped to the peacefulness of our hotel room,” mick laughs, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “ready to get drunk tonight, love? promise i won’t marry you this time around.”

oscar snorts, walking around the three of them. he pushes them all forward in the direction of where the rest of the grid — and her team — is waiting for them. “not until her dad stops fanboying over the fact that his eldest is on the path to being an actual schumacher.”

mick snorts, pulling her into his body. “i need to get over the fact that my girlfriend’s the youngest world champion in formula 1.”

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[hiiraya]

it matters to me

masterlist

pairing: natasha romanoff  x reader; tony stark x reader (platonic) words: 0.6k warnings: mentions of weapons, arguing requested: nope :3 a/n: based on this because it made me giggle

Wandering around the compound looking around for you was definitely not how Natasha wanted to spend her Sunday morning; in fact, if it wasn't for her need to be wrapped up in your embrace for a few moments before she could truly start her day, she would very much still be laying in her comfy bed. Natasha hears you long before she lays her eyes on you, and she waits in the background to see what was so important that you had to leave her all alone in bed just to talk to Tony. "Are you being serious?"

"It's not a big deal, Y/N, I just don't think it matters." There's an affronted look on you face when she finally catches a glance at you, arms crossed over you chest as you sit across the man you've grown to love as a brother. "They're lying to people, and making them believe that what they're teaching to others is true, and you don't care?" Tony sighs as he throws his head back, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. 
"One- they're not technically lying." He says, tapping his fingers on the hardwood table separating the two of you. "Two- so what if they are? Like I said before, it's not a big deal, Y/N/N. And three- you can argue with me all you want, it still doesn't matter to me." Natasha's never seen you look this exasperated so early in the morning, but she can tell that Tony's clearly enjoying toying with you, and despite not knowing what the conversation between the both of you was truly about, she knows that Tony's only objective is to rile you up. The moment is short lived however when you suddenly rise from your chair, a gun materialising from seemingly nowhere, pointed at the older man. "The two main characters in a show called 'veggie tales' are fruits and that doesn't matter to you?" Tony only raises his hands in response, which only seems to annoy you more. "It's not a big deal?" "Y/N, give me the gun!" You both look at her when she makes herself known, hand held out towards you as she looks at you expectantly. "I wasn't actually going to shoot him!" "Now." She hears you mumble under your breath how the show is stupid anyway as you place your weapon in her hand, your bottom lip jutting out slightly as you look at her.

She can never stay mad at you when you look at her like that; and she knows that you know that she can never stay mad at you when you look at her like that (and you play it to your advantage every time, damn you).

If the look on you face tells her anything as you flip Tony off when he waves you off with a smug look on his face, mumbling that it just makes no sense that a cucumber and a tomato are the main characters when they're so clearly fruits on show about vegetables, Nat! She knows she's in for a long morning. "And you." She says, pointing a finger to the man unable to hide the amusement on his face. "Stop pushing their buttons, you know they won’t focus on anything else but this for the next week." As he voices out an apology, Natasha grabs your face in her hands, slowly guiding you to look at her. "Now we are going back to bed, you owe me cuddles for sneaking out to argue with Tony about fruits and vegetables, understood?"

She watches you search her eyes for any sign to say that she was actually upset with you, a satisfied grin appearing on your face when you find none.

"Yes ma'am."

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha x reader #tony stark x reader (platonic) #i'm definitely shadow banned but i wanted to get something out before the year ended #myfics.txt

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

Danny Phantom/Gravity Falls idea:

Danny decides to become a sideshow guy in Amity bc ghosts sell and its the most haunted place on earth PROVEN.

But he knows shit about sideshow attractions.

Enter in self discovery in your late teens/early twenties Road trip.

His car breaks down in Gravity Falls bc of course it dose. He's 19, odd and is very much of the if cops aren't around crime isn't a thing persuasion so he ends up working with Stan to get some insight into the sideshow business. He's upfront about it and Stan seeing the opportunity to finally shoe HIS skills not his brothers eats it up.

This is the summer the twins turn up. Danny has one of the spare rooms in the shack and wakes up to the twins knocking on the door.

He becomes their guide to all things actually supernatural but keeps it on the downlow.

They call him their cousin even though theres no blood he's just got Stans kinda vibe so it works. Anyway.

Just Danny as an older teen trying to keep two 12 year olds from getting themselves killed and trying to balance his respect for Stan who he's been working with for a while know with his suspicion because things aren't right with his boss.

Also I need everyone to think of that short mini series they did for GF where its the twins solving or disproving things from the journal. Specifically the episode where its the look behind which we only see at the end when we discover its following dipper. The really creepy reveal bc it looks right at the camera? That's important bc Danny is stalking his "cousins" in the woods using his ghostly claim to keep the worst spirits away.

Also just think of protective Danny being ready to fight Gideon the MOMENT he hears Mabel is being made uncomfortable.

#DP × GF #Danny Phanton × Gravity Falls #Danny Phantom x Gravity Falls #Danny Phantom #gravity falls

[junicult]

Hello! I really love how you write for harvey and had wanted to ask this for a long time but i can’t see if you’re open or closed for request/Asks.

But if you are may i ask you what do you think about Harvey knowing dances like Cha cha? or Waltz?

I don’t know where this idea came from but Whenever i see him on the town especially with the seasonal outfit mod on winter~

He always strikes me as a refined man from a wealthy family and I don’t even know why plus his portrait looks like he’s the type to listen and sing along to up town girl (T-T)

Thank you~

pls forgive how messy this entire thing is i just worked an 8 hr shift but i see harvey…i gotta write for harvey.

i’d agree he was raised pretty well-off, but still humble. he never really had to worry about money growing up, and i still feel like when he reached a certain age he got a minimum wage job just for his own benefit.

like he never struggled growing up, but he also wasn’t swimming in money. he could afford to get things he wanted, but he didn’t unless he needed them. whether his parents raised him that way or not, he’s always been responsible.

and i definitely agree he’s a gentleman, always has been. he was the type that was raised to say “excuse me,” before leaving the dinner table, y’know?

speaking of, his family was also the kind that made it important to eat dinner together every night. i think he’s carried that on since childhood.

i wanna hc him w siblings. i just feel like he was the middle child for some reason. it radiates off of him. either that, or only child. but i think it’d be cute to imagine him as the middle brother of two sisters.

the most refined men have older sisters, THIS IS A FACT!!

he’d just be forced to listen to all of their problems as teenagers, and he’d learn a lot from them. i know he got along with them so well. he was a little nerd with his interests, and his sisters would gift him little model airplanes on his birthday that he still keeps in his apartment 🫶🫶

now, to bring up the dancing thing; i also agree. his parents probably threw all of them in like cotillion when they were preteens. like u know those like 6-week long ballroom dancing classes that take place like every wednesday night or something… (am i embarrassing myself by knowing too much abt this?)

yeah. he did one of those. and the fact that the knowledge stuck with him for so long says something. but it’s not one of those things he’d just tell you, it’s something you’d find out on your own.

let’s say you’re a fairly new couple, but you still haven’t met each others parents / family yet and stuff. so he’s spending time with you one day, cooking u dinner (as per usual) and he just drops the bomb like, “my sisters wedding is in a few weeks. i was wondering if you’d be my plus one?”

obviously you said yes because…well…it’s also an excuse to get away from work for a weekend and spend time with your boyfriend.

but also it hit u that ur gonna be meeting his fucking family then, too😭😭

ANYWAYS the weekend finally comes, he’s dressed in a cute little suit, got a nice little haircut for his sisters wedding & he’s looking very handsome. he gets to see you all dressed up too, and he’s just a smiling mess the entire weekend because it’s such a special day and he’s a sentimental guy. he definitely dropped a few tears during the ceremony & omfg i’m getting so off track LMFAO

so when the time comes where the bride and groom get to have their first dance, your nerves have calmed significantly because you’ve already met his family, all is well and now you’re both happily watching the newly weds. (he’s definitely not thinking about being in this scenario with u, no. not at all.)

now everyone gets to come in, so ever the gentleman he is that was raised right, he asks you for a dance.

it’s only then when you realized you’ve never actually seen harvey dance, so when he takes your hand and delicately holds onto your waist, guiding you—it’s baffling. you’d expect the anxious man u know and love to be a little uncoordinated & nervous. but no. here he is making u look like a FOOL.

“i didn’t know you could waltz,” you whisper, adding a little laugh.

“i didn’t know you couldn’t waltz.” he teases, smiling at your look of shock. he easily guides you through the dance. no he doesn’t dip you or anything because who is he to steal the light from his sister, and also that’s so excessive 😭

but towards the end he pulls you in for a short kiss, just long enough to get the message across that he’s happy you’re the one he danced with.

like he’s trying to tell you ur the only one he wants to dance the rest of his dances with.

#˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ mail 💌 #ੈ✩‧₊˚ headcanons #i love when i can just ramble abt shit #I NEVER KNOW WHEN TO STOP😭😭 #asks are open btw😚 #stardew valley hcs #harvey x farmer #sdv harvey #stardew valley harvey #sdv harvey x farmer

[comfort-writing]

Crayons and Cassettes

Chapter 7: Kindergarten Graduation

You are a kindergarten teacher. Eddie’s daughter, Sage, is in your class. Sage finally graduates from your class.

warnings: this fic will be 18+ in later chapters- minors DNI!! no use of y/n. (please let me know if I missed anything)

a/n: a short but important chapter! btw idk why the cover art has a weird filter on some of the pics- it wouldn’t let me remove it so please bear with me. I am a humble writer, not a graphic designer lol. canva is a bitch. anyways, enjoy! let me know in the comments or my asks if you want to be added to the tag list! requests are open!

word count: 2k

Chapter 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8 || 9 || 10 || 11 || 12 || 13 || 14 (coming soon!)

After the party, you been trying to schedule time for yourself to relax or take a break. You originally didn’t think it would help with your anxiety because you thought that while you were ‘relaxing’, you’d be worried about work, but once you allowed yourself to shut your brain off, the breaks really helped your anxiety.

Throughout April, you helped your kids do everything they’d needed, and by May, you’d gotten news that every single one was going to pass your grade. You called Eddie that night, excitedly explaining that all your kids, including Sage, did an excellent job. You finished out the semester, relieved and proud of their accomplishments.

On the last day of school, Hawkins Elementary held a kindergarten graduation. All the parents and families were invited, and the kids had their very own tiny caps and gowns in emerald green and gold. You’d printed out certificates, writing small stories and well wishes on the back of each one so when they grew older, they could look back and read about what they were like at such a young age.

The morning of their graduation, you’d dressed in a kind of casual black dress and platform sandals. You wore rainbow clay earrings for a pop of color, and had your hair tied up in a clip. Today was supposed to be a little more dressy, as there would be lots of photos and parents, so you’d wanted to make a good, lasting impression.

You got to school early that morning, tidying up your classroom and finishing up the portfolios of all of your students work that they’d completed during the year. You’d kept all the projects, knowing that some parents would like to keep these things forever. You’d packed the portfolios into a rolling bin, and headed down to the cafeteria, ready to help set up for the day.

You, along with the other kindergarten teachers, the principal, and a janitor, cleaned up the cafeteria, set out snacks and coffee, and made sure the sound system was working. The principal had brought a Polaroid camera to take photos of the kindergarten class, so you helped him set it up and test it out. You’d made a silly face as he snapped a photo, and once it developed, the two of you laughed and were ready for everyone to come in.

You opened the doors to the cafeteria, propping them open, then opened the access doors near by so the parents could walk in. There were already a few waiting, so you welcomed them as they walked in. You then guided the kindergarteners to the ‘backstage’ area, or really, just behind a small space behind the curtains on the small stage, and helped them zip their gowns over their clothes and place the caps on their heads. Once they were ready, you instructed them to find their name on the tape on the risers and sit in their spots, to which they complied.

It felt bittersweet, helping all the kids you’d helped mould over the past year for the last time. You’d still see them, of course, in the hallways and in town, but this was your last time being their teacher.

Around 9am, all the kindergarteners were in place and the parents had settled into the cafeteria tables, so you, along with Mrs. Robinson, gathered your little diplomas and stood near the middle of the stage as the principal began his speech, kicking off graduation.

He discussed how much the kids had grown and learned during the year, and how proud he was of their hard work, as well as yours. He continued on and talked about how he looked forward to working with the kids next year, and how he hoped he’d never see them in his office, which got a laugh from the parents.

He then began to read off the names in alphabetical order, and each child walked across the stage, received a little diploma from you or Mrs. Robinson, and took a photo with their respective teacher. After the photo, you hugged every one of your students, and instructed them to go back to their seat on the riser.

When Sage’s name was called, you heard Eddie whoop loudly, and Sage ran to you, hugging you so tight it took your breath away. You laughed and hugged her back before taking your photo and sending her back to her seat.

Once all the names had been called, the kids all stood and took a class photo, then moved their tassels from one side to the other. The parents and staff clapped and cheered, then the students were dismissed to their parents. The principal made a small announcement to see the teachers for their portfolios and to distribute their individual photos.

You’d set everything up on a table, and began placing their photos on top of their portfolios. You greeted each parent, discussing how well each of their respective children did and that you’d hoped that you’d see them in the fall.

Eddie made his way over to your table, holding Sage in one of his arms and her little cap in the other. Her curly hair was a bit of a mess from the cap, and he set it on the table to mess over her hair to fix it. You smiled and greeted him, like you would any other parent, still trying to seem casual in public for now. He went along with it, knowing the drill by now.

Sage pouted, “I don’t wanna go to first grade.”

Eddie laughed, “Well, kiddo, I really want you to.” Only the two of you knew what that really meant. “You wanna grow up big and smart like your teacher?” He asked

Sage sighed and buried her head in Eddie’s neck, mumbling a small, “Yeah.” You and Eddie chuckled at that.

“Here’s her portfolio. It has all of the work she’s done this year. You can keep it or throw it away- but it might be nice to have when she’s older.”

Eddie nodded and took it from you gladly, along with the photo of you and Sage. He smiled fondly at the picture. Sage had a huge smile across her face, and you looked gorgeous. He wanted to frame it and keep it forever.

“Thanks.” He smiled. “Can I call you if I have any questions about registration for next semester?” He asked. The two of you spoke in code at this point.

“Of course.” You smiled.

He hugged Sage close and whispered at her to say goodbye to you, to which she looked up sadly and gave the tiniest, saddest wave in the world. You placed your hand over your heart, thinking the scene was so sad and cute, then said goodbye to Eddie. He turned and walked out of the cafeteria, Sage still pouting into his shoulder as he reassured her that she would see you soon.

You turned back and got the rest of the parents and kids sent off on their way, then cleaned up with the staff. You walked back to your classroom, feeling the emptiness of the hallways, and sighed once you entered. You erased the board completely, gathered the rest of your things, then turned out the lights and locked the door on the way out.

Once you arrived home, you walked in the door and heard the phone ringing. You quickly rushed over, picking it up.

“Hello?”

“Can I come over?” Eddie asked, sounding like a little kid on Christmas morning.

You laughed, “Right now? Aren’t you spending the day with Sage?”

“She’s with Wayne. He got the day off work to spend it with her. So, can I?”

“Are you sure? You don’t need some alone time to brood? Your kid just graduated kindergarten.” You teased.

He groaned, “You’re absolutely going to be the death of me. Please.”

You giggled. “Alright, Eddie. You can come ove-“

He hung up the phone as soon as he’d received your confirmation, and you held the receiver to your ear, listening to the dial tone for a minute before cackling. You knew what was about to happen. You couldn’t help but be excited, but geez, this guy was chomping at the bit. His excitement made you giddy too, though.

About ten minutes passed, and you were sitting on your couch, feeling a bit anxious, but not in a bad way. You tapped your foot on the floor, petting Pencil for reassurance. You heard his van screech into your driveway, and in under a minute he was knocking fervently on your front door.

You laughed and yelled, “It’s open!” Within seconds, he was walking into your house. He was beaming, and he kicked his shoes off quickly before practically jogging to where you were on the couch. Pencil scurried off, and Eddie plopped down next to you, facing your direction.

“Will you go out with me?” He asked quickly, smiling and out of breath, getting right to the point.

You laughed and pretended to contemplate it, “Hmm… I don’t know… I’m not so sure. I might have met this guy who wants to take me off into the sunset or something?” You joked.

He groaned and grabbed your shoulders, smiling like a mad man, “You are infuriating!” He laughed, shaking you lightly.

You laughed too, loudly and genuinely. After a moment, you looked into Eddie’s beautiful, brown eyes and smiled, “Yes, Eddie. I will totally go out with you.”

He melted in front of you and leaned forward, kissing you like a man starved. You couldn’t help but giggle against his lips as you attempted to kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. The two of you shared a giddy kiss, not being able to hold yourselves together. After a while, the two of you separated and he sat back a little, calming down from all the excitement. “God, this school year was way too long.”

“I agree. Let’s make sure Sage is never in my class again.”

Eddie nodded, chuckling and wincing, holding his ribs, as they were sore from laughing too much.

You smiled and leaned onto his shoulder, “So, where are you taking me, Romeo?”

He laid his head on top of yours. “Anywhere. Everywhere.”

You smiled as he grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently. You noticed how small yours felt in comparison. “I mean for our first date.”

“You’ll see. Does tonight sound okay?” He asked.

“Wow, jumping right on into it, aren’t we?” You teased.

“We’ve wasted enough time being all secretive. I’m ready to show you off.” He smiled.

“What if the date doesn’t go well?” You asked, squeezing his hand.

“Well, we’ve got about a million more to go on, so the first one doesn’t have to be perfect.” He explained, squeezing yours back. “But it will be. Trust me.”

You nodded and hummed, enjoying his company for a while before asking, “What do I wear?”

“Something pretty nice, but comfortable.”

You nodded, not really knowing what to expect from him. The two of you stayed cuddled up on the couch for about half an hour before he sighed and made a move to get up. You released him, though you weren’t happy about it.

“Sorry, beautiful, but I’ve got to go. I have a hot date tonight.” He smiled, standing up.

“Oh yeah, with who?” You smirked.

He bent down and kissed you chastely, “Just the most amazing girl I’ve ever met. It’s tonight at 8.”

You couldn’t fight the blush that rose in your cheeks and you shoved him away gently, “You’re such a sap.”

“Yeah. You like me, though, so what does that make you?”

“Touché.” You glared.

He threw you a wink before slipping his shoes back on and leaving your house.

Finally. It was all starting to click into place.

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[itsonlydana]

Heyo Dana :D you have the same name as one of my irl friends lol, anyways can I get a sbi + winged little sibling reader? Like maybe hybrid school au and their the only winged hybrid so they feel a bit out of place or smth- idk it's just an idea I needed out of my brain. Anyways have a good day and make sure you drink some water and eat something!!

"those who don't mind matter"➷ sleepy bois inc

➛ pairing: c!sbi & winged sibling!reader (no pronouns mentioned)

➛ idea: being the only winged hybrid in your new school took a toll on your self-confidence, but that is nothing that can't be fixed by some good old cuddling on the couch with your family

➛ words: 2,1k

➛ tags/warnings: fluff, tiny bit of hurt/comfort, swearing

➛ an: your friend is like soo cool because of that name! I apologize for how long it took me to write this- tbh i lost motivation to write sbi for a while but now i finally sat down and wrote it in one go. Hope you enjoy it anon!

important links: rules + masterlist

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

you were never insecure about your wings - how could you be when from an early age you were praised by your family for them and any insecurity was smothered in the bud before they could even sprout

even if three of your older brothers were wingless, they tried their best so that you would not feel different. You loved each other for your differences

especially in the early days when your wings were growing and you had to learn how to use them, you did not feel alone, for Phil walked every step with you by his hand and guided you through all the new and unfamiliar things that he had to go through as well

he gave you flying lessons with Techno, Will and Tommy cheering you on from the ground (and rushing to help when it looked like you were going to crash)

all four of them helped you preen your wings, a task each of them performed with care, pride and honor. It was hard for you to groom your wings alone, but as soon as you realized it was time again, all you had to do was sit in front of one of your brothers, and immediately they knew what to do

it was relaxing and strengthened the bond and trust between you all the more, made you feel like family even if you were not blood related

when the invitation to Hybrid School came, Phil was the most excited and raved about the wonderful memories of his school days filled with friendships and adventures. You just had to bring up the subject and a dreamy smile spread across his face and his gaze disappeared into the distance

even if you weren't sure what it would be like to be in a new environment with complete strangers and to be away from your family for several hours a day, Phil was happy enough for both of you - besides, things couldn't be all that bad

The front door clicked into place with a barely audible "clack," and the handle was released as quietly as it could be with that creaky thing. It seemed to work, because the clatter of dishes from the kitchen didn't stop, nor did the clamor of Tommy and Will from the brightly lit living room. You would have to pass both rooms to walk up the stairs to your own bedroom, and so you stopped indecisively in the dark hallway, the straps of your backpack clutched tightly in your hands. 

From the smells coming from the kitchen, Phil was probably cooking your favorite meal, just as he had promised you: "After your first day of school, I'll cook you whatever you want and then you can tell us how great it was!" You were looking forward to finally being able to wish for dinner without Tommy complaining, but now you weren't sure if you would be able to eat a single bite; even swallowing was difficult because of the lump in your throat. And then there were the rocks in your stomach and the loss of appetite, despite the prospect of your favorite freshly cooked meal that Phil must have gone to extra trouble for today. 

You leaned slightly to the side, brushing off your one shoe with one foot and then the other, pushing the pair you'd already worn through to the pile of other shoes lying around in front of the shoe rack where only Phil's shoes were on the otherwise empty bars. Unfortunately, in doing so, you stepped on one of the floor ledges, which groaned loudly enough at even the slightest touch to wake the whole house. Tense, you held your breath.

"(y/n)?" you heard Phil call over the rumbling that was coming from the living room.

Crap

Before you could answer, the blond was already poking his head into the hallway, as expected a gleam on his face that made your worry of disappointing him run cold down your neck. "I didn't hear the door at all. Take off your jacket and come in, dinner's almost ready. You don't even have to help anymore, just sit at the table. I'm sure you can't wait to tell us about your day, we're all very excited mate!" 

During his flow of words you could hardly look Phil in the eye. Instead, you dropped your backpack on the floor. For a moment you considered storming up the stairs and fabaricading your door. If you didn't get out, the others couldn't get in either, and you wouldn't have to answer any questions, and you wouldn't have to get out tomorrow!

The plans you made in your mind were thwarted by two giants rushing out of the living room, because suddenly you found yourself in the arms of Will and Tommy and how could you keep your dams up? 

A sob drowned out every sound and silenced the excited questions of your brothers and one sob was followed by another and within seconds you were pressing your tear stained face against Will's familiar yellow sweater. It happened in a matter of seconds, the crash in the kitchen as Phil dropped everything and stormed into the hallway. Even Techno's room door on the second floor opened, even if he couldn't possibly have heard the crying, and flew down the stairs.

"What happened? Did something happen?" asked Techno, visibly ready to take on anyone who was even slightly to blame for your condition.

"(y/n), hey everything is fine," Will tried to reassure you, one arm wrapped around you and the other patting your head lovingly. You didn't want to let go of him at all, your hands were clasped behind his back in an attempt to feel caught again after a day of completely out of control situations. 

"School was awful," your tears quickly soaked the sweater, as soon as you started crying you couldn't hold anything back. All day you had been suppressing these feelings, trying not to let on how overwhelmed you felt being alone in this new environment and now that you were back with your family it was impossible to keep these walls up. Their love was overpowering, you didn't want to hide from them. 

A meaningful silent conversation took place over you between your brothers, after which you stepped from the dark hallway into the warmth of your living room - you continuing to press against Will, for you dared not look Phil in the eye. 

A cool glass of water and a shuffling around on the couch until everyone had found their place, later, you told your family about the day you'd just had. You began by saying how impressed you were with the old walls of the castle, which had served as a school for hybrids of all kinds for centuries now, and how you couldn't take your eyes off the battlements, sloping towers, and magical-looking courtyard. However, the magic of the castle and the feeling of being a part of something big and secret faded as soon as you stepped into the hall with all the other first-years and quickly realized that you were the only one with magnificent feathers. Of course, there were fairy hybrids whose fragile glassy wings glistened in the sunlight, and there had been a group of older dragon hybrids with gigantic leathery wings that could fling you into the air with a powerful push, but no one was like you. You had been startled to realize that....

"I was completely alone," you finished your narration, and again quickly drank a sip of water before tears could once again make their way up. With that burden lifted from your shoulders for the time being, you leaned against Phil to your right, exhausted. He didn't look disappointed at all, you noticed from the angle you were resting on his shoulder, much more sympathetic and as he looked down at you a warm smile played around his lips. 

Tommy, sitting next to Phil with the armrest at his back and his legs intertwined like a pretzel, again screwed up his face. "But just because no one else has wings like yours, doesn't mean you're alone! There are a lot of kids and really none of these thousands wanted to be friends with you?"

"Can't get more insensitive than that, can you?", Will clicked his tongue before poking you in your left side. "You can never expect too much from your first day. Most people are overwhelmed with it anyway because it's new and unfamiliar. Don't let it get you down that you haven't found anyone to get into mischief with yet. I'm sure that will come once you all get settled." Even though he was right somewhere, you didn't dare approach anyone either, it was different. 

Remembering back to the introductions in your class, how everyone had some friend or sat together in groups. "No one will want to talk to me," you sighed, raising your glass only to mumble in it as you drank, "Not after one of the cool guys said I looked like a pulled chicken."

"HE DID WHAT?" Techno's previously quiet voice filled the room like a thunderclap, sudden and loud enough to make you flinch. The pink-haired man's red eyes were able to pierce a hole through you with the sharpness in them, and you were glad that the anger wasn't really directed at you, otherwise you would have been guaranteed to run for the hills by now. Techno's back was pushed straight through, his thighs strained, and he looked like it was costing him everything not to jump up from his usually comfortable position next to Will. Will, however, didn't really look calm either, his soft gaze had become hard and he gritted his teeth under his tense jaw. 

You looked from the twins, who looked more alike than ever at that moment, to Tommy. His jaw lay ready to be picked up from the floor. 

One hand rested on your thigh, the other under your chin, turning your head so that you looked at Phil. He spoke your name softly, quietly and gently and full of warmth that put a band-aid on all the wounds of the day. "First, and it's the most important thing you need to know in your life, is that you are perfect just the way you are," he began and you were almost ready to cry again. You made an effort to keep looking him in the eyes, even if Phil seemed more hurt about these events than you were "and secondly, you can't let comments like that get to you, okay? The ones who think they can judge you aren't important, but the ones who don't mind matter." 

"Because they're complete bullshit!" shouted Tommy indignantly, and despite the expletive, he was not admonished by Phil. Instead, the elder nodded in agreement, which only spurred the young blond to continue, "They're talking trash, irrelevant lies because they're idiots! Jerks! Ass-"

Before he could utter the last expletive, there came an urging, long-drawn-out "Tommy" after all, to which he only gave you a braces-presenting satisfied grin. 

"Phil he's right" Will fell back into the couch cushions behind you and threw his legs up on the small coffee table in front of you "The little rug rat has no idea who he's messed with" 

"Messed with?" Alarmed, Phil tensed next to you and his eyebrows shot up at Techno's nod. 

"Messed with" Techno confirmed, looking thoughtfully around the room "We could come with you tomorrow and dangle him off one of the towers"

"Or we could dunk him in the fountain for revenge, then he'd have to walk around with wet pants on" Tommy suggested.

"Or," Phil firmly interrupted the creative exchange of ideas on how your brothers could get back at the boy "Or we approach the teacher and settle it without violence"

The three boys sighed, you began to grin. At the saddened faces, you leaned back against Will, patting Techno with one hand and smiling at Tommy. "I'm very grateful to you, but you don't have to be my bodyguards. I can handle it on my own. It was just a stupid comment from someone I don't know and from now on I'll just stay away from him."

Before you knew it Phil's wings spread out behind you all, pressing you all closer until you were lying in a heap on top of each other, arm in arm, some foot half in your stomach, but together. Maybe tomorrow wouldn't be so bad, maybe you'd even meet a friend with whom you could do all the nonsense Phil had experienced in his time at school.

And if things didn't go well, the four self-proclaimed bodyguards sitting outside the school gate in sunglasses would immediately come to the rescue.

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[geo-winchester]

THE VEST

Summary: Jimmy met you at a bar and try to get your attention, on one of your visit things got a little out of control.

A/N: hi lovelies, I finally manage to finish this story, I know I been absent a little but I been pretty busy lately, I have to study for an exam and I been a little down because of that anyway thank you to @jolovesfandoms for this idea I hope this is what you want it, if anyone have any other request please let me know I’ll work as fast as I can to write it!

Warnings: smut, 18+, mature content, please don’t read it unless your +18.

TARON EGERTON MASTERLIST

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Jimmy wasn’t the kind of man who went to places like this, he felt like an older guy as he just watch how people dance, he try to lose his tie to be more comfortable but it didn’t work, he was about to give up and go home until he saw you, he couldn’t help but smile when he notice you waiting at the bar as you try to get the bartender attentions, he excuse himself with his friends and walk to you, he got your attention immediately, after he sing to the dance floor the two of you danced together for hours, after you go to the bar again, he smirk at you and try to talk to you but you couldn’t heard anything, he took one of the napkins and wrote something, he handle to you “wanna go somewhere else?”, you thought for a moment but when you finally nod, he took your hand and guide you outside, you had a small chat in the car.

-Hi- he finally said when you were finally at his place.

-Hi, what did you say back there?- you asked him.

-It doesn’t matter, love, it was a stupid thing.

-So I we left the bar for a stupid thing?

-I can make you a drink, I have everything you can imagine, what do you want?- he look at you for a second -maybe a martini?- you shook your head with a smile.

-I’ll have a beer.

-Then two beers it is- he said as he took them for the fridge -here you go, love.

-Thank you- you said when he gave it to you the bottle -you know, this is the first time I do something like this- you said.

-Drink with a stranger?- he asked you.

-Drink with a stranger away from my friends, it’s a risk to do that from where I come.

-You just move out?- you nod.

-Then consider this as a welcome gift- you nod.

-In that case, I should order Champaign- he laugh, you took that moment to look at him, he was handsome and that suit fit him pretty good, you blush when he notice you checking him out -I never met someone who wear a vest before, I thought it was just for CEO or a mob, so what are you?

-Is that important?- he said with a smirk.

-Maybe, am I in danger?- You asked as you approached him.

-Not with me darling- he said -I’ll protect you for anything- he said as he approached you and brushed your cheek, you closed your eyes at his touch -Can I kiss you?

-You’re taking a lot of time to do it- you said making him smirk, he didn’t take a lot of time to kiss you, he was tender but at the same time rough, you put your arms around his neck making him get closer to you.

-Wait- you said before you continue -I need you to know something- you said -I don’t really care what you do but there’s something in you that makes me feel safe, but at least I need to know your name- he smiled.

-Jimmy- he said before he kissed you again and led you to the sofa.

You thought about that day as you made your way through the jail, it was a different path as the one you been used from months, when the guard open the door you saw him, he was sitting on the bed as he was look at his hands, when he look at the door, his face light up when he saw you, you run into his arms and he hug you tight, you look in to his eyes before you kiss him.

-Wait- he said as he broke the kiss -I have something to tell you.

-I know and we’ll talk about it later but right now I need you…- he looks at you -please- you whisper, after a few seconds he gives you a cocky look.

-I can’t say no to my lady- he said making you smile, he kiss you again, your arms flew around his neck making the kiss got deep -it's a lovely shirt darling but I going to need you take it off- he said sitting on the bed as you did what he said, you could see the desire in his eyes as he watch you getting undress -wait- he said stopping you before you could take off your underwear -come here- you do as he told and sit on his lap, you smile when you felt his hard cock, he groan when you move your hips trying to get more friction.

-This is unfair- you said -you’re still dress-he smile and make the two of you rolled, you lay on the bed as he took his shirt off, you bit your lip when he was finally naked in front of you -shit- you whisper -I forgot how big you were- he smirk and lay between your legs and kiss your neck, you gasp when you feel a little bit between those kisses.

-Let’s them be free- you couldn’t help but giggle when he take off your bra, your back arc when his mouth took one of your nipples as his hand took care of the other -perfect as always- he grin -tell me darling do you miss me?- you nod -do you used this pretty fingers when you thought about me?- you moan when you feel one of his hands make his way down to your core -Or maybe- he takes off your panties as he gets down on you, you smile when he kisses your inner thighs -just maybe you used one of your toys.

-Jimmy- you said as you arch your back when you feel his tongue on your clit, another moan escapes from your lips when you feel one of his fingers in you.

-Are you going to tell me or I need to stop- you shook your head.

-I… sometimes use my fingers and pretend they're yours- you moan when he adds another finger -but sometimes it wasn’t enough… so I used your special gift as I fuck me… shit Jimmy I can’t…- he stop with a grin -why…- before you could finish your question he push himself in you, he groan when he felt your nails press on his back and kiss you, you could still taste yourself on that kiss -Please jimmy…

-You want me to move darling?- he asked you, you got close to him and kissed his jaw.

-I want you to fuck me like that first night in your apartment- you said, he just gave you a look before he get out of you and flip you, he massage your ass, you almost scream you feel him inside you in one thrust.

-That’s it darling, let everyone know how good I make you feel- he said as he increase his pace, you moan every time he thrust you, making you feel like a porn movie, his hand press your hip as he groan, one of his hand push your back to the mattress giving you a better angle.

-Right there Jimmy- you said as you look at Him, you smiled when his face was full of pleasure -I’m going…- without notice the knot on your belly exploded making your legs shake, Jimmy turned you again and kissed you as he slowly pushed himself in you, still sensitive.

-Do you want me to stop- you shook your head -that’s my good girl- he wink making you smile, you start to moan his name as he move again at first slowly, giving you small kisses in your jaw, his pace start to increase making the two of you moan, your legs were around his hips giving him more access to you, he start to play with one of your nipples on his mouth making you moan -fuck darling, you feel really good…. I can feel you close… do it baby, let me see how you come- it wasn’t long when you came around him, his pace slowed a little letting you know that he was close too, after a few more thrust you feel the warm seed inside you making you smile, none of you move for a moment.

-I missed you- you said with a smile, as you cuddled next to him.

-Miss you too darling- you kiss his shoulder and look at him, you notice how he was trying to find the right words.

-You want to talk about it, don’t you?- he nods -You accept the deal, right?- he nods again.

-I need to do this…

-But what if something happens to you, what if…

-What if he gets free and keep killing or you walk in to him?- he asked -Beside I can walk free when this is over, we can start over where ever you want… and we can have a family- you look at him a little shock -I don’t want to ask you to marry me here, I’ll have that planned but the only thing that I’ll ask you today is to wait for me- he said looking at you.

-On one condition- you said -please be careful there- he nodded before he kissed you -and by the way I would say yes here.

-I know but I want to pop the question somewhere else.

-Are you going to tell me your plan- he shook his head.

-It’s a surprise darling.

-Can I know if I kiss you?

-You can try- he said, you kiss him and smile.

-Well?

-I’m not going to tell you, but that kiss just confirms how much I love you- you smile.

-I love you too, Jimmy- he smile

-I’m glad that you decided to come with me when we first met- he said.

-It was that vest.

-I’ll have to thank my tailor when I see him.

-Hell can be your best man- he laughs.

-So you’ll say yes?- he asked you seriously after a while.

-Yes, I wasn’t kidding when I said that I love you.

-I love you too darling- he said kissing you again.

-By the way I want to know what you tried to tell me when we met- he kissed the top of your head.

-I’ll tell you when I asked you to marry me- you rolled your eyes but keep by each other side trying to freeze time.

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[gamerbearmira]

Papatonio: Prologue

I AIN'T FORGET ABOUT Y'ALL PAPATONIO FANS <3333

I was re reading some snippets, and had reread some Papatonio ones. And I got inspired. So.

This goes out to the ones who have been here since Paptonio. I know I've neglected it, and after finding the old doc for it, I decided to finish the prologue and give y'all a little drawing as well <33 We going back to our roots

PAPATONIO FANS COME IN HERE AND COME GET Y'ALL JUICE❗❗❗

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Antonio wasn’t stupid. In fact, he was quite smart. He noticed things, things other people didn’t notice.

Like how even after helping her, Isabela still was mean to her and took credit for finding out about the new exotic plants. How his hermana Dolores would hear Mirabel crying herself to sleep but wouldn’t help, so he had to by bringing her some water. How hermano mayor stopped trying to make Mirabel laugh. How his prima Luisa stopped paying attention to his Mirabel more and more.

But he also noticed it in the adults. It seemed worse with the adults.

Like how Abuela would yell at his Mirabel for no good reason. How Julieta and Agustin would show her pity. How his mama and papa would push her aside when she tried to help or even talk.

Antonio didn’t like it. He and Casita would help her. He didn’t like it when Mirabel was sad. And it only got worse as he got older. The family slowly started to forget she was there. Mirabel would take her plate up to the nursery and eat while crying. Antonio would join her, when he could.

Antonio would hang out with Mirabel constantly. His other family members may have forgotten about her, but he didn’t. He couldn’t. She was too important to him. While he was out doing chores, which was usually guiding animals to help around town, he would always look for Mirabel in the square. He tried asking his other family, but they either ignored the question or just didn’t care enough to know her whereabouts.

“Mirabel?” Isabela scoffed. “How should I know? She tried too hard anyway, it’s good she’s out of the way. You should finish your chores while she’s gone.”

Antonio hated when they said things like that. He hated it when they hurt his Mirabel’s feelings.

Over the years, Antonio noticed something. Mirabel got quieter and quieter, only ever opening up to him. She would disappear for days at time, worrying the heck out of Antonio. She noticed that she would try to blend into the background.

He was 6, and she was 16, when he noticed that she had stopped trying to talk to her other family members. She only talked to Antonio and Casita. Not that it mattered; they hadn’t seen the difference. But Antonio did.

He was 7 and she was 17 when he noticed that Mirabel wasn’t coming to breakfast, lunch or dinner at all. The family didn’t realize it, because they were too caught up in playing happy family. But Antonio did.

He was 8 and she was 18 when he saw Mirabel visiting their Tio Bruno in the walls more often. Bruno never minded the company, and Mirabel finally had someone else to talk to. Eventually, when he could, Antonio would go with Mirabel. Every visit, Antonio and Mirabel would talk with Bruno and give him more food and water, keeping him company. The family was always paying attention to themselves, so they didn’t know. But Antonio did.

He was 9 and she was 19 when Antonio noticed that Mirabel wasn’t at Dolores and Mariano’s wedding. Everyone got an invitation, except Mirabel. He tried to get her to come, he really did, but she said it was best to stay away. So, despite being one of the groomsmen, he left early, just to stay with Mirabel. The family noticed Antonio was gone, and he told them he felt unwell. But they didn’t notice Mirabel was gone. But Antonio did.

He was 10 and she was 20, only a month away from turning 21. Antonio noticed something. Mirabel was gone. And not like before where she would disappear for a few hours and come back. This time, she left and didn’t come back. After 2 days, Antonio got worried. He sent animals far out to the forest to search for the girl.

He himself searches Casita and the town. He looked everywhere, leaving no stone unturned. He asked around the town, but everyone either didn’t know, or didn’t care. At one point he even asked his family. It was the same as the town. They didn’t know or care. Julieta and Agustin didn’t even seem half as worried as they should have been.

“Tia! H-have you seen Mirabel? I’ve been looking for days, and I can’t find her!” Antonio said, frantically explaining the situation.

Julieta glanced at him before turning back to her stand. “O-Oh Mirabel? You know her, she’ll be back. Just give it a while,” Julieta brushed him off, sending him on his way.

Antonio hated how his family reacted. They didn’t care for his Mirabel. Not like he did. He loved her with all of his heart, no matter how big or small it was. He would find her, if it was the last thing he did.

That’s what he thought. And he tried. But he never found her. 4 weeks went by, and he never found her. He didn’t stop looking though. Everyday, he would tell some animals to help around the villagers and take the rest to look for his Mirabel. And he never stopped. And yet…

He never found her.

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Antonio walked into his room, animals who had been with him that day walking in. His eyes were puffy and his throat was sore, but he didn't care. He couldn't bring himself to care. Not after what happened.

For almost 2 months, Mirabel had been gone. And only he and Bruno had noticed. Bruno tried his best to help, and so did Antonio's animals, but it was all in vain. Mirabel was nowhere to be found.

And the family didn't care. Abuela sure didn't and none of the cools cared…expect maybe Luisa. She showed some sympathy and tried to help but she was always busy, and Antonio knew she needed her breaks when she had the chance. Dolores and Mariano were newlyweds, and Camilo wasn't much help. His parents may have tried, but they were focused on Dolores at the moment.

The boy sniffled, wiping away his tears. He slumped to the ground, tears falling despite his best efforts to stop them. He could hear his animals talking to him but…he couldn't comprehend what they were saying. He couldn't, because he had failed. Failed to protect Mirabel like he promised her. He wasn't there for her.

"I'm sorry…I'm sorry Mira…" Antonio sobbed, gripping the grass below him. He sat there and cried, uncaring of his surroundings. He didn't care how pathetic he looked, he felt pathetic.

He sat there, animals surrounding him. Eventually, he heard his name being called. Over and over. It got louder and he looked up, seeing a constrictor talking to him. Something about his bed…hammock…baby…

Wait. Baby?

"What?" Antonio asked and the boa repeated what he had said. There was a baby. In his hammock. No way. That's impossible, there were no new babies in the family, and babies don't come out of thin air…right?

But then again. Magic was a reoccurring thing. So maybe…

"Show me," Antonio said and followed the boa to his tree. Climbing the steps, he could see something moving in his hammock. And it definitely wasn't an animal. Moving with more haste, he finally came up to his hammock. And peering over he saw it. A baby girl, wrapped in a teal blanket, sleeping. "What?"

Antonio moved toward, looking on in disbelief. So he hadn't been lying, there really was a baby. A baby girl? She looked familiar. Too familiar.

"Do any of you…know who this is?" Antonio asked. All of the animals replied negatively, except for two. Parce and Pico. The two who had been there since the day he got his gift. He watched Parce walk over and sniff the baby. His eyes widened for a moment. Pico watched carefully before turning to Antonio and chirping something. And Antonio froze at his statement.

"That's…her? Is it really?" Antonio asked, throat becoming dry and scratchy. Pico nodded and Parce confirmed. It was true.

This baby was Mirabel.

Antonio stood shocked before he finally seemed to blink away his trance. Carefully, he scooped up the little one, getting a better look at her. And he could see the resemblance. He had seen countless pictures of the family as babies; and as of late he had been looking at albums with Mirabel in them. And he recognized her; this was the same baby that had previously been seen in Julieta's arms in photos.

"It's really you…you're back," Antonio said quietly, crying. He held her closer. Still sound asleep, Mirabel had cuddled deeper into his arms. "I missed you so much…" Antonio said as he cried, slumping to the ground as he hugged her.

"I won't fail you this time. I'll always protect you and be there for you," Antonio promised.

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Antonio starts freaking out 5 minutes later cause. It’s a newborn baby and. He’s always been the youngest and has never cared for babies. ANYWAY

DID YOU GUYS LIKE IT...I hope you did <333

Hopefully you can't tell where the writing style slightly changes. Half of this was written in like April and the rest in November. BUT THE DRAWING IS RECENT❗❗

Hopefully y'all liked this, this is for you loyal ones, I really appreciate y'all <33

Might do asks later 🥱

#my asks are open #my asks #encanto #encanto au #au #encanto mirabel #encanto antonio #papa antonio au #papatonio au #papatonio

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WORD COUNT: 2377; PROMPT: SECRETS

Okay, so the premise is a Greek God AU but with some MAJOR relationship and timeline shifts! For example, in this AU, Hades and Persephone are NOT ever going to be romantically entwined, Zeus is overworked and overwhelmed and not married, Olympus is more like a gathering for rich people more than a council of gods, and mortals don't really worship the gods. This is not really a Greek mythology-based AU so much as one that steals certain premises and major players.

ANYWAYS. I DIGRESS. THE OUTLINE!

This story actually centers around Nino Lahiffe, a mortal who was sentenced to an eternity trapped in this universe's equivalent of Tartarus for a crime he didn't do. However, he was trapped in a prison that... essentially magically sensed the moral 'purity' or 'impurity' of a person and imprisoned them based on the severity of the crimes they committed.

The prison takes one look at Nino Lahiffe, overwhelmed guy who loves his friends and just gets dragged into wild shit, and gives him free reign around the Underworld. Nino goes oh, shit? I'm out? And it's essentially like he's a horse, LOOSE in a HOSPITAL, except he is a PRISONER, LOOSE in the UNDERWORLD!

He's really not here to cause any trouble, he just wants to fly under the radar. (They tossed him in a jail cell and literally never checked on him, not HIS fault he escaped!! The doors just opened!!!)

He spends his first few months out curled up in a corner, freaking out about getting caught and sent to a Real Prison, but he soon realized... no one was really checking in on him? They just assumed their prison worked, and if he kept a low profile, he was probably good!!

(And maybe Nino ended up exploring every nook and cranny of the Underworld and maybe Nino befriended Cerberus but you know what? Hades should hide his dog treats better if he wants people to NOT use them!! And Cerberus is such a good boy!!)

Meanwhile, while Nino is exploring the Underworld for half a century, there is some Upheaval going on up top. Arthur (he's in Demeter's role because he's a shitty parent) and Stephanie (she is playing Persephone's role because I love her) are having a falling-out. They never got along, but this was beyond anything they'd had before. Stephanie, still a juvenile by god standards, ended up running away and falling through a Crack Between Worlds. She falls through, and ends up in this universe's equivalent of Asphodel, for lost souls. It's... not a great place for a child, even a godly one. Steph's lower lip wobbles, and she ends up sobbing in the whistling, dry grasses of Asphodel while the damned wander around her.

Nino, seeing Steph curled up in a ball crying, shrieks, "OH NO A CHILD" and guides her around the Underworld. He ends up rambling in an attempt to get the Itty Bitty Child to stop crying. Steph takes an immediate liking to him.

Somehow, mysteriously, she ends up falling into the Underworld again. And again. And again. After the seventh time Steph goes, "Oh, Nino! I got a little stuck in the Underworld! :( Can you help me out!" he finally catches on to the fact that this is on purpose.

"Kid," Nino sighs, "You can like. Contact me some other way. You don't have to come down here."

Steph wrinkles her nose. "But I like it here! It's cool and my Dad isn't here and you're here!! What more do I need?"

Nino may or may not have to hold back tears. (Steph definitely teases him mercilessly about it.) (She also brings up that she's probably older than him. They both ignore that.)

Arthur catches wind of what Steph's doing, and he bars her from the Underworld, trapping her on the mortal plane. After a few decades of scheming, she manages to slip away to the Underworld again.

She has vague recollections of someone important to her in the Underworld, but their memory is distant and faded. All she remembers is that she felt safe there.

When the Lord of the Underworld, also known as Marinette, asks the little god what she's doing in her domain, she says so.

Marinette is stunned for a total of 30 seconds before deciding that she'd die for this kid. They bond, chat, Steph meets the Underworld Team. (Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Kate Kane, Renee Montoya, Vic Sage, Max Kante, Markov, and a few others assist her in running the place. They are a terrifying force to behold and Steph wants to be just like them when she grows up.)

After chatting for a while, Persephone's memories of Nino start coming back. She describes Nino to Marinette, who goes, "Hm. Sounds like that Morality Prison guy. But it's impossible for him to escape if he did what they say he did."

The following snippet is an approximation of what occurs in the minutes following that statement:

"What if," Steph said, "And I know this is hard to believe, but what if... you were wrong?"

"You're not going to stop bothering me until I check the prison, huh." Marinette said.

"You betcha!" she chirps.

Marinette lets out a deep, heavy exhale and heads down to the Morality Prison. (It used to have another name, but everyone just called it the Morality Prison. It was what the place was, after all.)

"Look, see," Marinette said, gesturing to the cell, "He's right --"

She looked back. The cell was empty.

The curses she spoke that day cannot, regrettably, be translated for mortal ears. They're liable to melt brain matter out of ears if read, never mind heard. The mortal equivalent sounds something like, "Motherfucking son of a --" ... You can probably guess how the rest goes.

Anyways, suffice to say, Stephanie was very smug as she gestured to the empty cell. "And there's no way for him to have, like, circumvented the Morality Prison, right?"

"There is not," Marinette confirmed, "In fact, we've had trouble releasing people from the prison when they're done serving their sentences. When they are judged as guilty, the prison is... reluctant to relinquish them."

"So," Steph declares triumphantly, "He's innocent!"

"Yes," Marinette said, in an entirely different tone, "We attempted to imprison an innocent man for nearly a century."

Steph's face fell. "Oh."

Marinette sighed defeatedly. "I'll start on the paperwork, I guess."

ANYWAYS. End snippet. ANYWAYS!! Marinette is left to freak the hell out about an innocent guy left to rot in the Underworld for an entire CENTURY. She, obviously, sends out a wanted poster for Nino Lahiffe, confident that she can sort out this misunderstanding properly and apologize to the poor guy.

Nino Lahiffe, contentedly eating Tantalus's fruit and taunting the jerk, sees the wanted poster with his face emblazoned on it and promptly books it. He is convinced that the Lord of the Underworld has finally seen fit to hunt him down and imprison him forever.

Shenanigans ensue! Nino almost knows the Underworld better than Marinette, since he's been wandering around it for so long while Marinette's been drowning in paperwork. Eventually, Steph finds him having a panic attack in the place she first met him.

Poor girl is hit with the double whammy of, "Oh, wow, an innocent guy has feared for the rest of his soul's life for decades and that leaves a mark," and the realization that her childhood friend, who always seemed so put-together, was honestly, truly, simply a man. It was... a lot to process. They, perhaps, broke down on each other. And then Steph explains the entire situation to him! Resolution! Yay!

Nino finally gets to meet Marinette OUTSIDE of her Underworld regalia and she's... actually really nice? And super apologetic about the wrongful imprisonment thing?

He can also relate way too hard to her Loner Who No One Understands, given, you know, his whole situation. They bond... surprisingly quickly? And then Nino makes a joke about, "Wow, what a hell of a few decades, huh?" And Hades realizes... Nino has been here for nearly a century.

That's not good.

Every century, there's a retrial for each person trapped in the Underworld, even those in the morality prison. It's less about determining guilt versus innocence, and more for the Olympian gods to establish their superiority and to have scapegoats for any anger or frustration they may have.

Stephanie pounces on the opportunity to potentially fix Nino's life! They can prove he's innocent!

Nino thinks this is... a little excessive. Like, no one even hurt him? He was just kind of lonely! And now he has friends!

Marinette, in the background, has a fun little crisis because he's so nice and we LEFT HIM HERE.

Anyways. Steph is trying not to lose her mind with rage at the situation, Marinette is desperate to make things up to Nino, and Nino wants to maybe take a nap.

Long story short, his opinion on the situation is overruled. They're breaking into the ritzy, gaudy, obnoxiously rich and opulent retrial party together and proving Nino's innocence.

So! Nino has to hide somewhere, so he has to pretend to be a statue, sweating and panicking as people squint at him and move on because they are entirely and thoroughly drunk.

Poor guy is really just trying not to shake apart from nerves and he runs into an old hero friend?! OH GOD HE'S GONNA DIE --

Duke Thomas, seeing his old friend Nino Lahiffe who he's pretty sure is a criminal: dude, what the hell did you get dragged into this time?!

Nino: DUKE HIDE ME.

Duke: ... alright, sure. I figured you were innocent anyways. You're always caught up in the weird shit.

anyways so Stephanie is working behind the scenes to get a freakin',,, artifact or something that can display a person's memories with absolute Truth™️ No Tampering Guaranteed

she ends up being almost late for the Big Retrial Presentation, which is basically Zeus (who is Sabrina in this AU, RIP) enthusiastically reviewing a slideshow of How This Guy Fucked Up This Time while Marinette drinks herself into unconsciousness so she doesn't have to think about how these Literal War Criminals are HER responsibility! Fun times!

so cut to Stephanie desperately pushing through throngs of people, a bunch of people going "omg Stephanie?! hey girl hey!!! we missed you while you were in the mortal world <3" and Stephanie realizing "OH WOW I'M POPULAR AND ACTUALLY MADE A NAME FOR MYSELF NOT JUST THRU MY DAD" but she Doesn't Have Time For That!!

so she sprints to the behind the scenes, Nino is sitting with his head in his hands because "MARINETTE I RAN INTO AN OLD FRIEND WHAT IF HE OUTS ME" and Marinette going "dude your friend is the chillest hero ever you're fINE --- thank fuck STEPH HELP US"

Stephanie comes in clutch with the artifact!

Sabrina is queueing up his slideshow and Marinette says, "Sister, I want to try something different this time around. Why don't we ask him about this?" and BAM screen shows Nino's memories!

Everyone starts shrieking, things dissolve into chaos, and Persephone is really at the end of her rope. She snaps.

She just summons all her power and yells, "QUIET! AN INNOCENT MAN COULD HAVE BEEN IMPRISONED FOR A CENTURY AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS TITTER AND GOSSIP!"

Vines creep up the walls and EVERYTHING it's all dramatic and that!! Cut to Nino taking a deep breath and guiding the artifact through his memories. he… I don't know, witnesses a crime or something that Sabrina committed and Sabrina IMMEDIATELY blames it on him. She wants to sentence the guy to Not Morality Prison but Marinette goes "shouldn't the punishment fit the crime? morality prison" and she can't say shit. She just goes, "Well, Nino literally stood there as I accused him of stuff he Didn't Do and didn't even say shit, he's not gonna do anything."

So everyone's in an uproar about Wait Zeus Did WHAT -- but Nino keeps going through the memories

and everyone sees him being sentenced into the Underworld, the way Marinette is strangely gentle with him despite it all, and the way he stays in the morality prison and ends up… accidentally escaping??? and then they get to see Just Some Guy exploring the Underworld, and it's actually beautiful. Marinette runs a tight ship and it actually works really, really well.

Nino wanted to give Hades a better rep, hence why he kept the memory artifact going! At the end of the memories, everyone is just in a quiet, awed hush (because there can be a little emotional projecting that goes with the memory artifact, as a treat to me). 

And then Persephone steps tf up and goes "so we sentenced an innocent man to a century in a prison for crimes he did not commit on the worlds of a liar and traitor". she turns to Nino and says, "shouldn't the punishment fit the crime?" like Marinette did to Sabrina years and years ago. and like Marinette, Nino y is actually really kind and says, "well let's ask Sabrina why she did what she did" and she breaks down and says "I THOUGHT RULING WOULD BE FUN BUT IT SUCKS I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SAY SOMETHING BUT Y'ALL HAVE KEPT PUTTING RESPONSIBILITY ON ME MAKE IT STOP!"

Marinette kind of sighs and goes "alright lemme fix this". end of story bc i don't want to deal with the political and social ramifications of this

rip Marinette but she's got a hypercompetent Underworld team gnawing at the bit to prove to people that their boss is Good Actually and they are DELIGHTED to restructure Olympian politics because HOLY FUCK THEY ALL SUCK AND ARE SO INEFFICIENT

Nino is basically promoted into a hero position against his will he's like "Y'ALL I DIDN'T DO SHIT" and Marinette goes "you literally saved my reputation and took care of Stephanie and maintained sanity in the Underworld while escaping prison" and Nino goes "yo have you SEEN my friends?? they're all crazy this is just part for the course" 

also Nino is reunited with his friends bc He Deserves It <3

Hades & Persephone but make it Marinette & Stephanie and also sprinkle in some mortal!Nino for fun

Okay, so the premise is a Greek God AU but with some MAJOR relationship and timeline shifts! For example, in this AU, Hades and Persephone are NOT ever going to be romantically entwined, Zeus is overworked and overwhelmed and not married, Olympus is more like a gathering for rich people more than a council of gods, and mortals don't really worship the gods. This is not really a Greek mythology-based AU so much as one that steals certain premises and major players.

ANYWAYS. I DIGRESS. THE OUTLINE!

This story actually centers around Nino Lahiffe, a mortal who was sentenced to an eternity trapped in this universe's equivalent of Tartarus for a crime he didn't do. However, he was trapped in a prison that... essentially magically sensed the moral 'purity' or 'impurity' of a person and imprisoned them based on the severity of the crimes they committed.

The prison takes one look at Nino Lahiffe, overwhelmed guy who loves his friends and just gets dragged into wild shit, and gives him free reign around the Underworld. Nino goes oh, shit? I'm out? And it's essentially like he's a horse, LOOSE in a HOSPITAL, except he is a PRISONER, LOOSE in the UNDERWORLD!

He's really not here to cause any trouble, he just wants to fly under the radar. (They tossed him in a jail cell and literally never checked on him, not HIS fault he escaped!! The doors just opened!!!)

He spends his first few months out curled up in a corner, freaking out about getting caught and sent to a Real Prison, but he soon realized... no one was really checking in on him? They just assumed their prison worked, and if he kept a low profile, he was probably good!!

(And maybe Nino ended up exploring every nook and cranny of the Underworld and maybe Nino befriended Cerberus but you know what? Hades should hide his dog treats better if he wants people to NOT use them!! And Cerberus is such a good boy!!)

Meanwhile, while Nino is exploring the Underworld for half a century, there is some Upheaval going on up top. Arthur (he's in Demeter's role because he's a shitty parent) and Stephanie (she is playing Persephone's role because I love her) are having a falling-out. They never got along, but this was beyond anything they'd had before. Stephanie, still a juvenile by god standards, ended up running away and falling through a Crack Between Worlds. She falls through, and ends up in this universe's equivalent of Asphodel, for lost souls. It's... not a great place for a child, even a godly one. Steph's lower lip wobbles, and she ends up sobbing in the whistling, dry grasses of Asphodel while the damned wander around her.

Nino, seeing Steph curled up in a ball crying, shrieks, "OH NO A CHILD" and guides her around the Underworld. He ends up rambling in an attempt to get the Itty Bitty Child to stop crying. Steph takes an immediate liking to him.

Somehow, mysteriously, she ends up falling into the Underworld again. And again. And again. After the seventh time Steph goes, "Oh, Nino! I got a little stuck in the Underworld! :( Can you help me out!" he finally catches on to the fact that this is on purpose.

"Kid," Nino sighs, "You can like. Contact me some other way. You don't have to come down here."

Steph wrinkles her nose. "But I like it here! It's cool and my Dad isn't here and you're here!! What more do I need?"

Nino may or may not have to hold back tears. (Steph definitely teases him mercilessly about it.) (She also brings up that she's probably older than him. They both ignore that.)

Arthur catches wind of what Steph's doing, and he bars her from the Underworld, trapping her on the mortal plane. After a few decades of scheming, she manages to slip away to the Underworld again.

She has vague recollections of someone important to her in the Underworld, but their memory is distant and faded. All she remembers is that she felt safe there.

When the Lord of the Underworld, also known as Marinette, asks the little god what she's doing in her domain, she says so.

Marinette is stunned for a total of 30 seconds before deciding that she'd die for this kid. They bond, chat, Steph meets the Underworld Team. (Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Kate Kane, Renee Montoya, Vic Sage, Max Kante, Markov, and a few others assist her in running the place. They are a terrifying force to behold and Steph wants to be just like them when she grows up.)

After chatting for a while, Persephone's memories of Nino start coming back. She describes Nino to Marinette, who goes, "Hm. Sounds like that Morality Prison guy. But it's impossible for him to escape if he did what they say he did."

The following snippet is an approximation of what occurs in the minutes following that statement:

"What if," Steph said, "And I know this is hard to believe, but what if... you were wrong?"

"You're not going to stop bothering me until I check the prison, huh." Marinette said.

"You betcha!" she chirps.

Marinette lets out a deep, heavy exhale and heads down to the Morality Prison. (It used to have another name, but everyone just called it the Morality Prison. It was what the place was, after all.)

"Look, see," Marinette said, gesturing to the cell, "He's right --"

She looked back. The cell was empty.

The curses she spoke that day cannot, regrettably, be translated for mortal ears. They're liable to melt brain matter out of ears if read, never mind heard. The mortal equivalent sounds something like, "Motherfucking son of a --" ... You can probably guess how the rest goes.

Anyways, suffice to say, Stephanie was very smug as she gestured to the empty cell. "And there's no way for him to have, like, circumvented the Morality Prison, right?"

"There is not," Marinette confirmed, "In fact, we've had trouble releasing people from the prison when they're done serving their sentences. When they are judged as guilty, the prison is... reluctant to relinquish them."

"So," Steph declares triumphantly, "He's innocent!"

"Yes," Marinette said, in an entirely different tone, "We attempted to imprison an innocent man for nearly a century."

Steph's face fell. "Oh."

Marinette sighed defeatedly. "I'll start on the paperwork, I guess."

ANYWAYS. End snippet. ANYWAYS!! Marinette is left to freak the hell out about an innocent guy left to rot in the Underworld for an entire CENTURY. She, obviously, sends out a wanted poster for Nino Lahiffe, confident that she can sort out this misunderstanding properly and apologize to the poor guy.

Nino Lahiffe, contentedly eating Tantalus's fruit and taunting the jerk, sees the wanted poster with his face emblazoned on it and promptly books it. He is convinced that the Lord of the Underworld has finally seen fit to hunt him down and imprison him forever.

Shenanigans ensue! Nino almost knows the Underworld better than Marinette, since he's been wandering around it for so long while Marinette's been drowning in paperwork. Eventually, Steph finds him having a panic attack in the place she first met him.

Poor girl is hit with the double whammy of, "Oh, wow, an innocent guy has feared for the rest of his soul's life for decades and that leaves a mark," and the realization that her childhood friend, who always seemed so put-together, was honestly, truly, simply a man. It was... a lot to process. They, perhaps, broke down on each other. And then Steph explains the entire situation to him! Resolution! Yay!

Nino finally gets to meet Marinette OUTSIDE of her Underworld regalia and she's... actually really nice? And super apologetic about the wrongful imprisonment thing?

He can also relate way too hard to her Loner Who No One Understands, given, you know, his whole situation. They bond... surprisingly quickly? And then Nino makes a joke about, "Wow, what a hell of a few decades, huh?" And Hades realizes... Nino has been here for nearly a century.

That's not good.

Every century, there's a retrial for each person trapped in the Underworld, even those in the morality prison. It's less about determining guilt versus innocence, and more for the Olympian gods to establish their superiority and to have scapegoats for any anger or frustration they may have.

Stephanie pounces on the opportunity to potentially fix Nino's life! They can prove he's innocent!

Nino thinks this is... a little excessive. Like, no one even hurt him? He was just kind of lonely! And now he has friends!

Marinette, in the background, has a fun little crisis because he's so nice and we LEFT HIM HERE.

Anyways. Steph is trying not to lose her mind with rage at the situation, Marinette is desperate to make things up to Nino, and Nino wants to maybe take a nap.

Long story short, his opinion on the situation is overruled. They're breaking into the ritzy, gaudy, obnoxiously rich and opulent retrial party together and proving Nino's innocence.

So! Nino has to hide somewhere, so he has to pretend to be a statue, sweating and panicking as people squint at him and move on because they are entirely and thoroughly drunk.

Poor guy is really just trying not to shake apart from nerves and he runs into an old hero friend?! OH GOD HE'S GONNA DIE --

Duke Thomas, seeing his old friend Nino Lahiffe who he's pretty sure is a criminal: dude, what the hell did you get dragged into this time?!

Nino: DUKE HIDE ME.

Duke: ... alright, sure. I figured you were innocent anyways. You're always caught up in the weird shit.

anyways so Stephanie is working behind the scenes to get a freakin',,, artifact or something that can display a person's memories with absolute Truth™️ No Tampering Guaranteed

she ends up being almost late for the Big Retrial Presentation, which is basically Zeus (who is Sabrina in this AU, RIP) enthusiastically reviewing a slideshow of How This Guy Fucked Up This Time while Marinette drinks herself into unconsciousness so she doesn't have to think about how these Literal War Criminals are HER responsibility! Fun times!

so cut to Stephanie desperately pushing through throngs of people, a bunch of people going "omg Stephanie?! hey girl hey!!! we missed you while you were in the mortal world <3" and Stephanie realizing "OH WOW I'M POPULAR AND ACTUALLY MADE A NAME FOR MYSELF NOT JUST THRU MY DAD" but she Doesn't Have Time For That!!

so she sprints to the behind the scenes, Nino is sitting with his head in his hands because "MARINETTE I RAN INTO AN OLD FRIEND WHAT IF HE OUTS ME" and Marinette going "dude your friend is the chillest hero ever you're fINE --- thank fuck STEPH HELP US"

Stephanie comes in clutch with the artifact!

Sabrina is queueing up his slideshow and Marinette says, "Sister, I want to try something different this time around. Why don't we ask him about this?" and BAM screen shows Nino's memories!

Everyone starts shrieking, things dissolve into chaos, and Persephone is really at the end of her rope. She snaps.

She just summons all her power and yells, "QUIET! AN INNOCENT MAN COULD HAVE BEEN IMPRISONED FOR A CENTURY AND ALL YOU CAN DO IS TITTER AND GOSSIP!"

Vines creep up the walls and EVERYTHING it's all dramatic and that!! Cut to Nino taking a deep breath and guiding the artifact through his memories. he… I don't know, witnesses a crime or something that Sabrina committed and Sabrina IMMEDIATELY blames it on him. She wants to sentence the guy to Not Morality Prison but Marinette goes "shouldn't the punishment fit the crime? morality prison" and she can't say shit. She just goes, "Well, Nino literally stood there as I accused him of stuff he Didn't Do and didn't even say shit, he's not gonna do anything."

So everyone's in an uproar about Wait Zeus Did WHAT -- but Nino keeps going through the memories

and everyone sees him being sentenced into the Underworld, the way Marinette is strangely gentle with him despite it all, and the way he stays in the morality prison and ends up… accidentally escaping??? and then they get to see Just Some Guy exploring the Underworld, and it's actually beautiful. Marinette runs a tight ship and it actually works really, really well.

Nino wanted to give Hades a better rep, hence why he kept the memory artifact going! At the end of the memories, everyone is just in a quiet, awed hush (because there can be a little emotional projecting that goes with the memory artifact, as a treat to me).

And then Persephone steps tf up and goes "so we sentenced an innocent man to a century in a prison for crimes he did not commit on the worlds of a liar and traitor". she turns to Nino and says, "shouldn't the punishment fit the crime?" like Marinette did to Sabrina years and years ago. and like Marinette, Nino y is actually really kind and says, "well let's ask Sabrina why she did what she did" and she breaks down and says "I THOUGHT RULING WOULD BE FUN BUT IT SUCKS I WAS WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO SAY SOMETHING BUT Y'ALL HAVE KEPT PUTTING RESPONSIBILITY ON ME MAKE IT STOP!"

Marinette kind of sighs and goes "alright lemme fix this". end of story bc i don't want to deal with the political and social ramifications of this

rip Marinette but she's got a hypercompetent Underworld team gnawing at the bit to prove to people that their boss is Good Actually and they are DELIGHTED to restructure Olympian politics because HOLY FUCK THEY ALL SUCK AND ARE SO INEFFICIENT

Nino is basically promoted into a hero position against his will he's like "Y'ALL I DIDN'T DO SHIT" and Marinette goes "you literally saved my reputation and took care of Stephanie and maintained sanity in the Underworld while escaping prison" and Nino goes "yo have you SEEN my friends?? they're all crazy this is just part for the course"

also Nino is reunited with his friends bc He Deserves It <3

ALRIGHT WE'RE DONE THANK FUCK!!!

@maribat-get-in

#m?gi civil war 3

[caerbannogmochi]

So I had this dream last night. I don't usually dream these days, but what made this especially interesting is how I actually remembered the whole thing. So here we go.

It started when my house (which was for some reason a brick construction in the middle of a city) was at risk of being caught in a fire, so we packed up our cats, grabbed our important documents, and evacuated. When we came back, our apartment (we don't actually live in an apartment) was the only one not burnt to a crisp because We Hadn't Pissed Off Faust (... who was a fire demon? Apparently we were wizards.)

Cut to me looking for a job in a store (may have been a Rite Aid from the shelves). A relative or something offers to pay me for something because I was homeless or something? I got a couple more things before the scene cut to either a museum or an aquarium with a downstairs area, which I delayed going to because STAY SAFE AROUND BLACK HOLES!

When I finally went to the subterarrian area, first the guide talked about how they were digging up this boxy coffin looking thing with weird hand tools (leading to me hastily putting some dirt back in the groove where I found it), then --You guessed it-- guide goes in the black hole, BUT INTENTIONALLY (this was after a discussion of how we could figure out where the black hole was because, true to reality, we couldn't see it). So there's that job I wanted, leading to me immediately wanting to put a glass cylinder around THE BLACK HOLE IN THE BASEMENT.

Cut to how the black hole got there (I.E, to the other corner of the room) from a first person perspective, because it's a dream. Apparently this black hole was formed from 2 other black holes, one of which was under city hall or something, and the project was being lead by this arrogant self proclaimed Black Hole Coordinator. The black holes were in small pvc carts formed like the 3 cuts needed to cut a cake into 8 pieces with the pipes where the cuts were, but there were 3 carts for some reason. Anyway the self important Black Hole Coordinator got caught in the middle of the black holes where they united, killing him instantly (as was commented on by bystanders). Then I woke up.

My first thoughts were about how there couldn't be black holes in basements because they'd suck up all the air. Then I thought about how these so called "black holes" acted more like neutron stars, and could be contained as such (with a modified mixture of water as mentioned by Randal Monroe). Then I realized something.

Technically time does move faster as we get older because we get closer to the black hole at the center of the milky way.

#dream #weird dreams #black hole

[crystalkleure]

Located my Pokemon Ranger game cartridge, dusted it off, and promptly plowed through the whole thing in one day. Now, why can’t I summon that kind of focus on command for things that are actually useful?

Anyway, I wanted to replay that thing to laugh at the Go-Rock Quads doing dumb shit like setting an important security password as “60” and filling their own currently actively in-use factory full of literal living bombs as an intended safety precaution, but holy shit I forgot there was so much Actual Plot in this fucking thing. I got sucker punched with like, Feelings and Emotions and shit right at the very end. Those last two main-game missions, man. What the fuck. I am SAD.

Spoiler alert but holy shit the Quads are actually Babie™️. I mean yeah, they’re idiot chaos demons who keep making things explode and it’s awesome so obviously I already knew that, but. They aren’t just doing ridiculously overblown ultraviolent bullshit because they’re obnoxious fucking dumbasses...it’s out of desperation.

Their dad's the Actual Malicious Asshole who's just on some assmad vengeance quest to Destroy exactly One (1) old rival of his and fuck up the whole world as collateral, and the Quads are just blindly doing whatever he says because, uh. Billy said something to the effect of Daddy Dearest will not love them anymore if they don't. They gotta be Useful To Their Father and thus Succeed at Doing Violence Real Good or they’ll get straight-up disowned. Bruh? What the fuck??

Like, they’re not even aware of the point to all of the Violence being done. Clyde says so. They are totally in the dark about Gordor’s actual Big Evil Master Plan. They have no fucking clue WHY their dad wants done what he wants done, they just know that they gotta Help Him Do It. Because they’ve been made to believe they are not worthy of his love if they are not useful enough to him. Dude. What the FUCK.

And Garret, the famously Stoic and Calm one, straight-up has a fucking breakdown when you defeat him for the second [and final] time. He started fucking stuttering and wheezing and shit. Because Daddy Won't Love Him Anymore Because He Keeps Getting His Ass Beat. Like, explicitly. My guy had an Actual Literal Panic Attack because his dad was “already losing faith in him” after he failed to protect the factory [...from you, the player], and now he’s gone and failed AGAIN so the thin ice he was standing on just shattered and he freaked. He lied and tried to play off the shaking like he was just Really Fucking Angry, but he was actually scared. The little 💦 effects above his sprite give it away, they weren’t the Pissed Off Steam Cloud effects. The 💦 show up to indicate a character is either sweating profusely or crying. Holy shit I am so sad.

And the whole point of Billy blowing up their own base after losing to the player was that he felt they had nothing left to lose after failing that final time. Potentially killing the ranger that wrecked their lives was just a nice satisfying bonus. He destroyed their whole hideout in fucking despair, and the Quads all ran off to start a whole new life somewhere else so they didn’t have to face their father because they didn’t want to hear him disown them. They were 100% certain that was what was coming and they just couldn’t bear to actually endure it. What the fuck...

Oh. Also. At the very end, right before the Final Boss Fight with Gordor, there's a Go-Rock Grunt you HAVE to beat before facing him, so you have to listen to what he says. [Actually, there are three grunts there, but the one on the mid-right is the only one that matters here.] This specific grunt complains about the fact that he ought to be a higher rank in the team because of his consistently excellent performance, but claims the reason that hasn't happened is...the boss favors his own kids too much. That grunt laments how it's impossible to truly rise to any significant and respected rank in the team if you're not one of the Quads. And this is RIGHT after Billy lost his shit and blew up the base. You hear that grunt say that shit RIGHT after THAT happens. The rest of the Go-Rock Squad thinks Gordor absolutely adores and even spoils his kids, and yet his kids don't feel like he loves them at all...it is highly evident that they are CONSTANTLY fighting for Any Scraps Of Affection from him by just continuously trying to outdo themselves via Extreme Obedience Overkill. These kids are not cherished, they are just the most Desperately Doggedly Obedient and thus useful.

Also! Also! The Quads are fucking attention whores. Like, that's the root of their whole entire Thing. "Hey! Hey!! Stop!! Look at us!! Remember our names!!" etc.; they're a loudass rock band for one, and they like to blow shit up which is also Loud, and they do obnoxious shit like band practice in the parking lot of the Dusk Factory at 2AM which bugs the Fall City locals when they're trying to sleep [according to one instance of an NPC bitching]. These guys Demand All Of The Attention. Positive OR negative. They’re just craving the acknowledgement. And that is...exactly how chronically emotionally neglected children would behave.

I am SO FUCKING SAD.

#AGONY. PAIN EVEN. #The Quads have always been my favourite Ranger characters by FAR...My heart. It hurts. #Pokemon #Pokemon Ranger #Go Rock Quads #I am...disturbed; actually; by the fact that I did not remember so much of the endgame. Because the Quads ARE my favourites. #I was never able to complete this game when I was little; I couldn't get past the stupid flashing floor tile puzzles in the Go Rock base #You know. Those puzzles that you can't even SEE a huge chunk of because they don't fit entirely on the screen. #So you can't get your rhythm and timing down and if you mess up even slightly even once you get chucked back to the beginning. #THOSE floor tile puzzles. They frustrated me to tears when I was young and the stupid background music in that area STILL makes me shake. #Anyway that's important because when I was older I finally looked up a guide on YouTube for that part so I could FINALLY -- #-- experience the last part of the game I'd never seen before. I remember doing that! I remember following that video and beating the puzzle #...But everything after that? Black void in my memory. That doesn't make sense. I was so hyped to Unlock The Rest Of The Content -- #-- pertaining to my Big Favourite characters. I would have been overjoyed to finally see it. I should have remembered every detail of it. #But I didn't. I still don't. I have no memory of that first time. Aside from a very; very vague little bit of a memory of the final -- #-- boss fight[s] against Gordor and the dogs. THAT's faint but it's there. And yet somehow I forgot my favourite characters entirely? #There was even persisting visual evidence that I DID indeed beat the game. Before I started a new file I could see my old one was Rank 10. #In hindsight I know I've lost time like this in various instances throughout my life. I black out sometimes. #It's distressing to realize yet another time it has clearly happened. Especially now that I think I've finally realized what causes it. #But I don't have medical care so I can't get an evaluation + diagnosis. Which is bad because it's kind of uh. Severe and Overwhelming.

[morosemagick]

Hi! Could you write something about Reader getting pregnant by accident with Sihtric's child? After a drunk night together, a bit angsty but cute because Sihtric loves her and doesn't want his child to grow as a bastard. Thanks!!! I love you writing! ❤️

I have literally no idea how long this has been sitting in my asks but ayeeee here ya gooo

You had lost track of how many times he's ended up in your bed at night.

Not that you care anymore.

For the last three months Sihtric Kjartansson has been finding any excuse to spend the night with you. Not that he needs one, of course, because at this rate you're ready to stake your claim on this man and have him stay in your bed permanently.

Except there is one problem...

This is not love.

This is just your job.

You've been at the ale house in Winchester since you began to bleed.

Your father was poor and your mother was dead, and so was life.

God has linked your path to the life of a kitchen rat, worthless and undeserving of love, and for the most part you were accepting of it... because who would love an ale house whore anyway?

But all of that changed when you met Sihtric.

How you met was nothing special. He was no knight in shining armor here to rescue you, not at all. He had come in with other warriors with the desire to wet their tongues and perhaps their cocks if the mood was right and then be on their way.

You had been the one sent to help his table.

Two Danes and an Irishman. Such an odd pairing but the three seemed as brothers would.

The older looking Dane would break off before the rest, and you hear them say something about missing their wife. The Irishman would leave next.

But Sihtric would not go.

Instead he would invite you for a drink and you two would end up having a cup of ale together.

After several cups, you would convince him to climb into your bed with you.

And what you expected to be another night of a man riding you like a horse ended up being hours of pleasure, and not just for him. Sihtric wanted to know what made you tick. You guided him in the ways of making you moan, whine and mewl with pleasure and after the first month of lying with him Sihtric knew exactly how to make your body squirm with delicious want.

You expect him to get bored of you but he never does. Coming to see you every time his Lord visits Winchester. Which... being that his lord is Uhtred of Bebbanburg, is quite often.

Now, you know that in the field of work you find yourself in the most important thing for a woman like you is to do whatever you need to avoid having unwanted children.

.... So of course, you manage to slip up.

You never intended to let this happen, of course, but every time Sihtric followed you back to your bed you found yourself stuck in this fantasy where the two of you were more than just business exchange. In fact, you were so deep into this idea that Sihtric and you were in love that you started to actually fall in love with him.

Not that it was hard.

Falling in love with Sihtric was easy.

Realizing that he was never going to see you that way was hard.

Knowing this, you had a choice to make. Did you rid yourself of this child made of a one sided love, or do you keep it and raise it within the fantasy you had fallen into?

You did not know how to choose and time was running out.

One of the older workers who was making the brew to help potentially rid you of the child was making the concoction in the morning, so this was your final night to decide.

You did not work that night, instead spending your day outside the walls of Winchester. Trying to cool yourself down, you sit at the rivers edge, your feet dipped inside, when a familiar voice calls to you.

"Y/N?"

You turn your head to find Sihtric walking over to you, and you cannot help but smile, "What are the odds? I was just thinking of you."

"Were you?" He asks as he sits down on your right, "Good thoughts?"

"Always," You chuckle, your feet kicking softly in the water as your smile fades, "Actually, you are here just in time, there is something I wish to tell you-"

"Before you do, there is something I have been meaning to tell you," Sihtrics' face also grows serious as his multicolored eyes look out towards the water, "I believe Lord Uhtred will be sent to battle soon..."

Oh is the only response you can muster, your eyes drifting to the river as well as you think about what this means for you and the child that grows inside you.

Looks like you shall be getting rid of it after all-

"Before I go, I have asked Lord Uhtred permission to marry you, and he has said yes."

"What?" You gasp in confusion as you turn your head to face him, "Sihtric I am a-"

"A wonderful woman, Y/N. I do not care about anything else, I just want you," Sihtric grabs your hand as you look you in the eyes and smiles, "I love you, Y/N, and nothing would make me happier than if you would marry me."

"You... You love me?" Tears fall from your eyes, almost willing to pinch yourself in belief that this was all a dream.

"Of course I do," Sihtric smiles, wiping your tears from your cheeks, "Ever since that first night I knew that what we have goes beyond anything anyone could ever imagine," He's still cupping your cheek as Sihtric adds, "Please tell you feel the same."

In your mind you go back to those early moments and try to view them with different eyes, with Sihtrics' eyes, and you realize he's right. Since the beginning it was never just about a quick, cheap hump.

It was about love. It was always about love.

"Of course," You finally answer, smiling wide as you nod yes, "Of course, I'll marry you Sihtric."

He pulls you in for a kiss, one that's better than all the rest because it's real, and fueled by love. It brings all your worries to a crashing halt and suddenly you feel a calm come over you.

And then you remember... he says he's off to battle.

"You have to come back!"

Sihtric chuckles at your words, cuddling your face with both hands now, "I will try my damndest."

"You better," You smile softly, taking his hands and placing them on your belly, "We need you to come home to us."

Sihtric's eyes go wide, and with a tear smile on his head he nods okay, resting his forehead against yours as he replies: "Always."

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[pagesfromthevoid]

So I just thought of this scenario and you are literally the perfect writer. Firstly I would love to thank you because you are an amazing writer and you write Matt so *chef’s kiss*. Okay, back to the scenario so (Y/N) has a daughter from a previous relationship. She’s known Foggy and Matt sicne college and her daughter is about 6. So of course she’s at the age where she draws EVERYTHING. She of course has drawn things for Uncle Matty, Uncle Foggy and Auntie Karen. (Y/N) of course has taught her daughter about Matt being blind. Of course the reader and Matt have something more then bring just friends so her daughter has gotten more attached to Matty. So one day when both the reader and her daughter walk into the office. The daughter is shaking with excitement ready to show her newest art piece that she made at school. When she pulls it out everyone is confused because it’s a bunch of maybe dried rice/beans glued to a paper. The daughter nonchalantly explains (as she guides Matt’s hands on the paper) how she saw Matt reading “bumps” on a piece of paper. So she made an art piece here he could feel her art just like he does with his important cases. Because of course her art is just as important duh. Just kinda popped into my hide and wrote this instead of doing my homework. T_T sorry if it’s kinda long but I thought it was a very cute idea so maybe you can bring it more to life!

PHEW SO I FINALLY GOT A MOMENT BABES

“Mommy! Look what I made for Matty!” The little one exclaimed as she ran out of her classroom.

Her teacher smiled brightly, “Lily said she wanted to make her uncle something he could see, but with his hands. Isn’t that right?”

Lily nodded brightly, holding up piece of paper with an array of colorful beads glued to it. It was stick figures, five of them. It was colored under the beads, very well for a little kid, and Lily’s mom brightly smiled down at the girl.

“Well, I bet he’s going to just love this, Lil.”

———

Lily was barely able to contain herself as she dragged her mom up the stairs of the law firm. Not that her mother wanted to contain the excitement anyway; it was such a cute moment that she wanted to experience with her boyfriend. Ever since she’d introduced Matt to Lily, after six months of dating and determining if he was worth the little girl getting attached to, he’d been so good with her. And Lily just adored him.

The kindergartener stood at the door of Nelson and Murdock, bouncing up and down excitedly. Her mom knocked on the door gently before opening it, though Lily wasted no time running inside.

“Well hello to you!” Karen exclaimed as Lily burst through the door, standing to greet both people now. Lily ran and hugged Karen’s legs happily.

“Is Matty here?”

“Always, lily pad,” he greeted as he walked out of his office.

The little girl beamed when she saw him, pulling away from Karen to run over to him. Matt knelt down and swooped her up into his arms, smiling brightly up at her. Foggy walked out, hands up.

“Oh I see how it is. No hugs for uncle Foggy?”

“Mommy, I need my backpack!”

Her mom laughed as Matt set the girl down, who ran over and gave Foggy a very quick hug. Then she took her backpack from her mom. She rooted around for her homework folder, pulling it out. She took out the artwork from earlier.

“Mommy says you can’t read with your eyes, but you can read with your hands,” she explained, very matter of factly. Matt kneeled in front of her now as she held out the paper to him. “And that you touch little bumpy paper to read cause you can’t see the words.”

He nodded, smiling at her. “It’s called braille. I learned to read it when I was a little older than you.”

“Uh huh,” she continued. “You can’t see anything I draw you though.”

“I know, but I like when you tell me about your work. It makes it even better.”

“But see! I made this!”

Lily set the artwork on the floor, then took one of Matt’s hands. She had seen her mom do this before, guiding him places. So Lily did the same, guiding his hand to her picture. Matt’s fingers traced over it gently, the smile on his face growing as he went over it several more times.

“Is this…you,” he asked, touching the beaded stick figure that was shorter than the rest. His hand moved to the next two. “And your mom, and me. Holding hands?”

“Yes!”

“And that’s Uncle Foggy and aunt Karen huh?” He traced over the other two figures.

“Yeah! Now you can feel my drawings! My teacher helped me make it!”

Matt picked up the drawing with one hand then scooped her up into his free arm. She giggled excitedly, wrapping her little arms around his neck as he planted a kiss on her cheek.

“Thank you so much, lily pad. My office will look great, and even I’ll know it too.”

#matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #matt murdock imagine #daredevil x reader

[chosonore]

cynosure

cynosure [noun. one that serves to direct or guide; a center of attraction or attention]

pairing: sukuna/f!reader

summary: in which sukuna re-discovers being human one aspect at a time, through many lifetimes, at the price of losing you over and over.

wordcount: 8.7k

content/warnings: reincarnation au, slow burn but also not really because there's only hints of romance? language, it's not canon at all, just pretend sukuna was never sealed away, lowercase is intended

a/n: this is more self-indulgent tbh sukuna is probably uncharacteristically soft? sometimes i'm reminded of the fact that he used to be human and while we don't exactly know how he became a curse just yet, i kinda felt sad about it lol i'm too sympathetic with everything, it's gonna kill me one day fhuierhfa a lot of these moments are based on my own experiences, where i had to remind myself that even the small things in life are really good and important, especially during the pandemic. that being said, i hope you enjoy and stay safe everyone :) (and please don’t judge me too hard on this lol i haven’t written in like what. six years?)

001.

“oh,” you stared at the tall, pink-haired man in front of you. “i didn’t think anyone would be here around this time…” he stared back at you, not replying nor making any move to scoot over so that you could sit on your bench. it was only then that you noticed the black markings framing his face and adorning his wrists. you were a little dumbfounded - your mother had always said that you had a poor survival instinct. though you supposed that his pink hair eased your nerves a little; surely someone with pink hair couldn’t be as evil. but you couldn’t recall ever seeing someone like this around the proximity of your village. maybe he was a vagrant. 

“i don’t mean to be rude but… that’s my bench and i would appreciate if you could maybe… scooch over?” you asked gingerly, not wanting to upset the stranger. you approached him slowly, grasping your basket tightly. if he got a little rowdy, maybe you could just wack him with the basket, right? although it probably won’t hurt but it surely would stun him long enough for you to run.

“i don’t see why i should move just because it’s your bench,” the stranger answered gruffly, crossing his arms. were you naive or just stupid? “do you not know who you’re talking to, woman?” 

you cocked your head to the side, not sure what he meant. maybe he was one of those famous poets or musicians that your parents liked to talk about. you weren’t entirely sure. even though he sounded annoyed, the look in his eyes didn’t quite match the hostility - he looked rather bored, unamused even, but not hostile. maybe you could humour him a little. “am- am i supposed to know you? i’ve never been outside of the village so i don’t know much. only what the merchants tell me. i apologize if i’ve offended you,” you explained hastily, then pointing at your basket. “i just came here to enjoy the sunrise. um, today is my birthday, so i treated myself to some dessert!”

“if- if you scooch over a litte, i could share some with you…” you tried to bargain with him. now you were truly starting to sound desperate but this was your favourite spot and it was the first time in a while that you had a free day to relax. out of all days, just why did he have to be here now? you’d be damned if you let your day get ruined by this unfriendly stranger. 

“are you trying to bribe me?” the stranger narrowed his eyes at you and you thought this was it. he was going to kill you and bury your body in the forest and your parents would come look for you, only to find your empty basket and then start a huge search party to find you and- the pink haired man moved to the side, refusing to look you in the eyes. “sit.”

you let out a squeak in glee, quickly taking a seat beside him. he watched in silence as you unwrap your desserts, glancing at the objects in question. even though you’d offered to share with him, he didn’t actually expect you to give him some of your food. sukuna was surprised when you handed him a… round squishy thing? 

“what is that? how is that going to satiate me?” he asked, almost offended, which made you giggle. you didn’t reply, instead thrusting the mochi towards him until he begrudgingly took it, closely inspecting it in suspicion. 

“that’s a daifuku mochi. it’s made out of rice flour and filled with red bean paste. but come to think of it… do you even like sweets? i’m sorry if you don’t particularly enjoy it,” you explained and grabbed one as well. you were about to bite into your mochi when you saw the stranger opening his mouth, ready to devour the entire mochi in one go. in horror, you quickly grabbed his wrist to stop him, only to have him suddenly pin you down and tower over you.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry!” you hastily said, now suddenly aware of the dark, threatening aura that he was emitting. maybe he was a killer after all. “i just didn’t want you to eat it in one go! they’re kind of difficult to eat in one go… plus you’re supposed to savour and enjoy it, take your time eating it!” 

sukuna stared at the girl in disbelief, you’d grabbed him out of nowhere just to stop him from eating too fast? not only were you not aware of who he was, you apparently did not know how to be cautious around strangers. it irked him that you were acting like he was a harmless human being. so much so that he briefly contemplated killing you. “who are you to tell me how to eat?” he growled at you, not softening his grip. he saw the panic and fear in your eyes but for some reason, he couldn’t quite put a finger on it, it didn’t fill him with joy as it usually did.

“i’m just telling you how we usually eat mochi!” you harrumphed, now annoyed that he was acting like you just committed murder. “you didn’t know what these were, so i was just trying to explain! food is supposed to be enjoyed, not ravished all at once. you have to appreciate your food because there might be days where you won’t have any. and besides, enjoying and properly tasting your meal is the least you can do to show gratitude to the person who cooked it for you.” sukuna let up and sat back on his previous spot, seemingly accepting your answer. you sat up, adjusting your yukata and pouted at him. what a rude stranger! you at least expected an apology from him but seeing that he was already taking a bite from his mochi, you guessed you should just let it go. it wasn’t worth getting angry over anyways, not on this day.

“why are you looking at me like that, little girl?” sukuna questioned, taking another bite from his mochi. he did actually enjoy it and it took every bone in his body not to hastily eat more and to savour it like you’d told him to. maybe this wasn’t so bad after all, it made him think about his meals a little more. not eating for the sake of eating, but for enjoyment, he mused. sort of like living for enjoyment, not for the sake of living. 

“you never told me your name,” the girl replied innocently. sukuna sighed. so you really weren’t aware of who he was. “my name is y/n! now it’s only fair if you tell me, especially because i shared my food with you. please?”

before sukuna could reply, he sensed someone quickly approaching. they were hiding somewhere in the forest; it likely was a jujutsu sorcerer, trying to exorcise him. he could deal with them later, but not here, not with you around. the girl looked at him in disappointment when he abruptly stood up, turning towards the forest behind them. unfortunately, he had the inkling that you wouldn’t let it go until he answered: “my name is sukuna, king of curses.” your eyes widened in recognition but you didn’t immediately react or scramble away from him, most likely frozen in fear. 

“now go. someone is coming and you do not want to be in the crossfire.”

002.

as a seamstress, you’ve encountered all kinds of customers. ranging from rude and bratty to eternally grateful, you’ve seen it all. your supervisor had always told you to remain calm and polite, to just adhere to their wishes to not cause any ruckus. after all, people of status often assumed that they were untouchable and could treat others poorly. it wasn’t worth the hassle to start a fight with them, you could lose your job after all. there was moments you’d have to stand up for yourself but this wasn’t it. fortunately, your employer paid you well, enough for you to provide for your family. the customers were high-profile after all.

you looked at the clock on the wall, your next customer was supposed to come soon. it was a nobleman that apparently travelled here from far away, having heard that the store offered beautiful, one of a kind fabrics. you just hope that he wasn’t rude and that you could leave in time. you’d been working overtime for weeks now, taking every appointment and customer that you could get. your mother’s birthday was approaching and you’d been saving up to buy some of the soft and silky fabrics to sew her a new yukata. your mother had always sacrificed her own comfort to buy the best items she could afford for your siblings and you and now that you were older, you could finally treat her to something nice as well. your employer was even willing to give you a small discount and you gratefully took up on her offer.

the chime of the doorbell made you look up, the good feeling in your stomach slowly fading when you saw who entered. you were familiar with the customer after all; he was well known in the area, being a rather volatile and sometimes scary aristocrat who had the reputation to be particularly difficult and having outrageous demands. you hastily stood up, brushing the wrinkles out of your clothing and walking over to greet him. you bowed politely, taking the outerwear that he took off and placing it on a nearby armchair. “sir, i’ll bring you a few samples shortly. do you have any colour or pattern preferences?” you asked him, placing a pot of tea and a cup on the small side table for him to enjoy. you made note of his wishes and disappeared in the storage room to pick up the samples. the customer had made himself at home, eyeing you scrutinizingly. he made you queasy, looking so incredibly unfriendly and you could tell that you were not going home early tonight.

you showed each of the fabrics to him, explaining what materials they were made of and what occasions they were good for but with each explanation, he just looks more and more uninterested. not to mention the snarky remarks he made, seemingly not happy of the choices you presented him. you were running out of options and you didn’t know what else to do to please him when suddenly you heard someone enter the shop. both the customer and you looked over confused - you weren’t expecting any more customers today, it was already late after all. a tall, pink-haired man entered the shop, scowling at your customer. you jumped slightly; he looked scary and you were terrified, not sure what to do in this situation. not only were the black markings on his face and body terrifying, there was also a threatening aura surrounding him, dark and slowly spreading out, all your instincts were screaming at you to run. should you politely ask him to leave? he looked like he wouldn’t take it too well. before you could ask him whether he was looking for something, the stranger spoke up: “you know who i am, leave.”

your eyes widened, slowly inching back towards the back of the store. you were not aware of who this man was but by the looks of your pale-faced customer, he surely did. “this is outrageous!” he exclaimed indignantly, jumping out of his seat. “you can’t just burst in here and demand that i leave! i have an appointment! are you aware of how long the waiting list is? this is the finest shop in the entire prefecture and i would rather die than to give up my spot for a scoundrel like you.” the stranger raised his eyebrows at the shorter man, clicking his tongue in annoyance. you slowly reached out to grab your pair of scissors. they probably weren’t of much use but it made you feel more safe, knowing you could at least somehow defend yourself.

“oh? you would rather die? i’m sure that can be arranged,” the stranger threatened and it was with horror that you watched his fingernails, sharp and pointy, grow in size. he wasn’t human, you’d just encountered a monster. he would kill you and it wouldn’t take him much effort to do so, you were sure he could just stab you with those fingernails. your customer squeaked and left the store in panic, slamming the door in the process, while you quickly hid behind the counter. you hoped he would leave you alone, you didn’t want to get involved. this wasn’t your problem, you were innocent and it was an unfortunate coincidence for you to be here. 

“stop hiding,” the stranger commanded, slowly approaching the counter. you peeked from below the counter, holding your breath. what else could he possibly want from you? demons surely didn’t need money. oh god, was he going to kidnap you?

he swiftly rounded the corner and knelt down to take a closer look at you - you couldn’t react fast enough, he’d already grabbed your chin and made you look at him, turning your head from side to side as he examined you. his fingernails were slightly digging into your skin, making your face scrunch up in discomfort. “so it is you,” he exclaimed in a low voice, then abruptly standing back up. you were confused - what did he mean by that? at least he didn’t kill you, at least not yet. but what else could he possibly want from you? “i need a new kimono. that scumbag just left anyways, make one for me instead.”

a kimono? a simple kimono? you couldn’t believe what you just heard. this demon just came in here, threw a fit but all he wanted was a simple kimono? you couldn’t help but scoff at the situation though it probably was difficult to enter a store without people fleeing or refusing to serve him. while he did look human, the markings on his face made it difficult not to feel threatened. but why did he know you? you had never seen this man in your life before. not in passing, not on drawings, nowhere. no matter how hard you wracked your brain, you just couldn’t recall. “d- do you have any- any colour preference?” you questioned him, watching how he took a seat and grabbed himself the cup of tea. 

“white,” he answered curtly, taking a sip from the tea. “i’ll leave everything else up to you.”

you felt uncomfortable but there was nothing else you could do than follow his orders. you grabbed a few plain white fabric samples and slowly inched over to him, holding them out with your trembling hands. “what?” he deadpanned. you huffed in frustration. 

“sir, you should… you should choose the fabric. it’s your kimono after all, you might not like the feeling of the fabric or it might not be a good fit for your everyday life,” you explained.

“i don’t care, just choose whatever. i’m above the comfort you stupid mortals choose.”

“that’s stupid,” the words left your mouth quicker than you could stop yourself and you slapped your hands over your mouth. the stranger looked at you as equally shocked. “i mean- i mean there’s nothing wrong with indulging in comfortable clothes!” you explained quickly, pressing the samples into his hands. “see you wouldn’t like scratchy clothes, right? or fabric that quickly makes you sweat or feel too warm! i always talk to my customers about what kinds of fabrics they would prefer… i believe life is too short to wear ill-fitting clothes or ones that don’t feel comfortable! good clothing should make you feel like… like a warm hug.”

the stranger didn’t look like he understood what you meant, making you scoff again. some people really didn’t care about what they wore and how they looked like and it just bothered you. good quality fabrics and well tailored clothing could make you feel confident and safe, even in the worst situations. how could you possibly relax if your clothing was maybe scratchy or ill-fitting? “i’ll prove it to you!” you exclaimed and left the room to gather your supplies, then coming back to instruct him where and how to stand so you could take his measurements. now that he was towering over you, you were suddenly very aware of how tall and broad he was. you felt like a dwarf next to him. up close, you noticed more details about him. he was attractive, you couldn’t deny that - the long wispy eyelashes, the watchful ruby eyes and his soft-looking pink hair. if he picked up on your staring, he didn’t comment on it.

once you were done taking notes and choosing fabrics, you gave him a slip of paper, noting down time and date for him to come back to pick the kimono up. “as for payment-” you started but the stranger dropped a huge bag of coins on the counter. you gasped, pushing the bag back into his arms. “sir, that’s too much! i’ll calculate the exact price for you but-” 

“take it,” he insisted and pushed it back towards you. “i have enough. you need the money right? see it as a generous tip.” your face flushed, you didn’t even know what to say and instead only profusely thanked him. it was so much money, the tip was enough to cover your family’s expenses for a year.

when sukuna picked up his kimono weeks later, he still didn’t understand what a hassle you made about the choice of fabrics and why you were so diligent in taking the measurements. he was fine with everything as long as he had something to wear in the first place. he didn’t care, he wasn’t a measly human that whined about the mildest inconvenience. in the private of his abode, he tried the kimono on, abruptly halting his movements as soon as the fabric touched his skin. so the girl was right, the fabric did feel incredibly good on his skin. it was very smooth and silky, a little cool on his skin. very lightweight but not flimsy. the kimono wasn’t too short and fit his tall statue well, you really did a good job he supposed. he glanced at himself in the mirror. it did look good on him, even the matching colours and patterns were chosen well. you really were a good seamstress, no wonder everyone was flocking to the store.

now that sukuna wore the kimono, he suddenly didn’t want to take it off. it was comfortable and soft, reminding him of you.

003.

your favourite spot was one below a tree, on top of a hill where you could see everything. the small city below, the horizon, the stars in the sky. you often came here when you felt like your life came crashing down your shoulders. it didn’t feel like your own anymore, not with your future already laid out for you without you being able to control it. complaining had always felt redundant and ungrateful to you - you had everything you needed, a loving family, food on the table and your family was wealthy enough to not have to worry about money. but in return, they expected everything from you, their eldest daughter. sometimes, the pressure was too much for you but they expected you to do as they say. everything was well until they announced that you were to get married and they’d found a suitor for you. you couldn’t even protest, the decision had already been made behind your back and you couldn’t refuse. you sniffled quietly, wrapping the blanket tighter around you. you didn’t know this man; he might be a complete asshole and not treat you well at all.

the wind was biting at your skin, cold and unrelenting, and yet you felt safe here, away from all your worries. the starry sky made you feel like your worries were miniscule, reminding you that there was so much more out there for you to discover. you’d always liked the sight of stars, they always made you happy. on lucky days, you’d even get to see a few shooting stars. you’d close your eyes and clasp your hands, hopeful that whatever wish you made would come true. the crunch of leaves and twigs made you look up in alarm, scared that your parents had found out you left the estate and now found your secret hiding spot. you couldn’t quite make out the figure in the darkness, only being able to tell that a tall person was approaching you.

you were wary, inching towards the tree behind you to hide but froze when a voice rang out: “i know you’re there. i was looking for you all over the city, little one.” a man clad in a kimono was coming closer, stopping right in front of you and looking at you in disdain. your eyes lit up as you recognized him; you’d met sukuna a couple of times in the city before, mostly when you went to pick up some books to read. he’d been there one time when you were choosing your books and scoffed at your choice. you’d ask him about it, wondering why he thought that your choice was a bad one. he went on and on about how historically inaccurate the book was and that the information about curses was wrong and how an author like that should be ashamed to even publish it. you appreciated the dialogue, you liked having someone to discuss with you. your parents didn’t like that you read fantasy books and books that talked about supernatural events and beings, dubbing them as nonsense and that you should focus on your studies instead.

after your third meeting, sukuna had finally opened up and told you his name. your meetings became more frequent then but you’d never met anywhere other than the bookstore. you were surprised that he even found you here; you decided not to question him though, sukuna always seemed to know where you were, always sensing where you were headed. truthfully, you looked forward to spending time with him. he was attentive and always listened to you, barely ever talking. oddly enough, it made you feel like finally, someone was paying attention to your thoughts and needs. lately, a heavy feeling in your chest was always accompanying you when you met up with him. it was a dull ache, some kind of yearning that you couldn’t quite put a finger on. it didn’t help that you felt like you’d met him before, but you really couldn’t recall where you had met him before. “what are you doing here?” you questioned him, scooting to the side to offer him some space on the picnic blanket.

unceremoniously, he sat down and glanced over to you. he didn’t reply, simply shrugging. “why didn’t you bring a coat?” you asked another question instead, frowning at his choice of clothing. aside from his kimono, he wasn’t wearing anything else. “you’ll catch a cold!” you scolded him, swatting his arm before tugging on his sleeve and signalling him to move closer to you so you could wrap the blanket around his shoulders. you struggled a little to reach him, almost stumbling - sukuna’s arm immediately shot out to hold you so you wouldn’t fall. your cheeks flushed red and you were thankful that it was dark. you cleared your throat and sat back down, snuggling into the blanket and his side. 

“by the way, i read that book you disliked the other day,” you told him, rambling about the contents of the book and what you thought of it, all while sukuna simply listened to you. he only spoke up when he challenged your way of thinking or to agree, otherwise staying silent and just watching you.

suddenly you grasped his hand in excitement, pointing at the sky. “oh, oh! look!!” sukuna’s gaze followed the direction you pointed to, spotting some shooting stars flitting across the sky. “you have to wish for something!” you squeezed his hand and nudged him, then squeezing your eyes shut to prepare yourself to wish. 

“what would i even wish for?” sukuna frowned and pinched your cheek. “what do you wish for?”

“you’re not supposed to share wishes! if you do, they won’t come true,” you argued back and stuck your tongue out at him. sometimes, he really was too skeptical, never indulging in harmless fun. it might be childish to believe in these things but sometimes that little spark of hope was all you need to wait for better things. you sighed when the shooting stars disappeared and let go of his hand, screaming internally. did you really grab his hand like that? you sure hoped you didn’t unsettle him. 

“i don’t think i told you, but my parents have found a suitor for me,” you confided in him quietly, staring at the grass near your feet. “i’m supposed to marry him next year but… i don’t want to, i don’t know this person and i just want to live my life with no one controlling it.”

“i see. there’s still time to get to know him, isn’t there?” you knew sukuna was trying to console you but it wasn’t exactly working. your words frustrated you a little; subconsciously, you’d hoped that he shared the same opinion and maybe, just maybe, help you do something reckless. 

“i don’t want to get to know him,” you huffed and crossed your arms (sukuna thought you looked like a petulant child). “i… i already like someone.”

“you do?” sukuna looked at you surprised and that was the first time that he’d shown any other emotion than indifference. you nodded shyly, hoping that maybe he’d get the hint. you weren’t confident just yet to confess to him but maybe he’d get it from your description alone? 

“i recently met him and i really like that he makes me feel like, you know, important and always pays attention to me. he doesn’t talk a lot but i think that that’s okay, we still have a silent mutual understanding, i guess. and i also think he looks really handsome! although i-”

sukuna had enough of your rambling, he felt annoyed that you were telling him about your stupid crush. whatever boy you had a crush on, they would never amount to the likes of him. why would you look at someone else when he was right there? right here, with you. sukuna reached over and grabbed your cheeks to make you look at him before pressing his lips on yours. you froze for a short moment before returning the kiss, holding onto his kimono when he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. why would you pay attention to someone else when he could be with you? for the first time in his existence as a curse, he briefly felt human again. maybe shooting stars were the key to wishes coming true after all; in this moment he wouldn’t mind being human again, being alone with her with only the stars as your witnesses.

004.

gradually you were really starting to dislike your night shifts. usually, you’d ask to cover them because it was quiet, there were no nosy customers and the only people that ever came in so late were sleep deprived students that pulled all nighters to write papers or study. well it used to be that way until a group of, presumably, freshmen started coming more and more frequently - they wouldn’t have been so annoying if it wasn’t for them talking and laughing obnoxiously loud. they would stay until late in the night and kept ordering drinks. the audacity to have oddly specific orders, to watch you like a hawk while you were preparing their drinks, it made your blood boil. to top it all off, one of the guys kept flirting with you, even when you’d already made it obvious that you were not interested at all. no matter how uninterested and abrasive you acted, the guy would not leave you alone and his friends would try to act as wingmen. clueless and horrible wingmen.

you were glad that you were never alone during your night shifts, depending on the weekday you’d work in a team of two or threes. whenever they could, they’d cover for you and you were thankful but also felt bad, which usually resulted in you taking over anyways. you placed the basket on the counter, grabbing a towel to dry the cups you’d just washed. the chime of the doorbell made you look up, your heartbeat speeding up at the sight of sukuna coming in. like the group of freshmen, sukuna had recently started to visit the café more and more. he usually only came late at night and he probably was your favourite regular. scratch that, he was your favourite, no one was as calm as him and he never caused trouble. yeah, maybe those night shifts weren’t all that bad, you thought to yourself. you looked forward to him visiting every time you had a night shift.

“hi sukuna,” you greeted him softly and gave him a smile, placing the cup on a shelf. “the usual?” he took a seat near the bar, placing his wallet on the counter and taking off his coat. sukuna was peculiar, not particularly in a bad way. you always thought that he was a little mysterious. he always wore the same kimono - who wears kimonos everyday in this day and age anyways - the same white kimono but maybe he just owned mulitple of them. you could never tell what he was thinking and he had never shown any emotions other than brief moments of bliss when he was having his usual order. his order had always and would probably always be a simple black coffee and some daifuku mochi. it was a weird combo, you mused, but somehow fit him. it was a sharp contrast, just like his tattoos and the soft pink hair. you finished up the order, pushing the cup of coffee and the plated mochi towards him - you’d sneaked another one in just for him, knowing how much he seemed to like them. sukuna looked up at you, ready to protest but you just brushed it off, telling him that it was okay.

out of the corner of your eye you saw your not so secret admirer approaching with an empty cup and you instantly knew you were bound to be annoyed again. you sighed, returning to the cash register to take his order. “so, when am i finally going to get to take you out?” the guy asked, leaning on the counter to get closer to you. you gritted your teeth, ignoring his question and instead took the empty cup, placing it in the kitchen sink behind you. 

“oh come on, don’t ignore me, baby,” he whined, not letting up until you answered. you were annoyed, so so annoyed. your co-workers were currently organizing the inventory so you were all by yourself - usually that would be fine but you’d had enough. this week has already been awful and you just wanted to be left alone. you glanced around, spotting sukuna on the side. suddenly a lightbulb went on in your head and you faced your admirer confidently. 

“i’m sorry but please stop flirting with me and trying to ask me out,” you started and pointed to sukuna who was innocently taking a bite from his mochi. “i already have a boyfriend and i don’t think he appreciates you cornering me like this. you being this persistent is really annoying, girls don’t like that.”

upon hearing his name, sukuna looked up and as if on cue, he glared at your admirer. “yeah, i suggest you fuck off. get a hint, you creep, she’s mine,” he snarled, making a move towards the other guy who was already scrambling to get away and profusely apologizing. mine, mine, mine. his words kept repeating in your head, your heart squeezing painfully. was he interested in you? would he ever come to see you more than just a barista? you sighed in both relief and affliction, trudging over to sukuna. 

“i’m sorry i dragged you into this,” you apologized embarrassed, shoulders drooping and you stared at the floor just so he wouldn’t see your reddened cheeks. “he’s been pestering me so much and i kind of thought that that was the only way to get him to back off.”

“i don’t mind,” sukuna replied curtly, resuming his seat. he didn’t say anything else and you slightly panicked, you wanted to keep talking to him, stay in his company for a little longer. 

“ah uhm sukuna, i want to thank you! if… if you don’t mind, i would like to treat you to another drink?” you suggested, your face now beet red. this was the most straightforward you had ever been with a guy, usually too shy to make a move. in distance you could hear the chime of the doorbell and the doors slamming, indicating that the group had left. you were alone. sukuna didn’t reply at first and you were sure you’d fucked up and got ready to backtrack and laugh it off when he nodded. 

“go ahead, little one,” he nodded towards the counter. “you choose the drink.”

you didn’t know why sukuna kept calling you little one but for some reason, you didn’t mind. it did however make your heart ache in what you could only describe as melancholy. you weren’t sure why. while you started brewing some green tea for the two of you, the sound of thunder rumbled in the distance. the pitter patter of raindrops against the glass front was the only sound audible in the entire café. sukuna hadn’t uttered another word, not even making a sound of acknowledgement when you handed him the cup of tea and sat next to him. 

“you didn’t bring an umbrella,” you noted, looking out of the window. it was raining heavily, with no signs of it stopping anytime soon. “i guess you’ll have to stay here for a little longer, otherwise you’ll get sick. i hope you aren’t sick of me though.”

sukuna took a sip of his tea. “i don’t mind your company,” he replied, looking at you. you couldn’t tell what he was thinking but you sincerely hoped he wasn’t joking. hearing that gave you a little hope. 

“i like moments like this,” you confessed to him, clutching the warm cup with your sweater paws. “having a warm cup of tea and watching the rain from the comfort of your home. or in this case, a café. the sound of rain is really calming, isn’t it? makes you forget about all your worries for a while, it’s just you and your cup of tea.”

again, sukuna didn’t reply for a while. you thought you’d bored him to death with your monologue until he spoke up: “i don’t see how it’s any different from having a cup at any time of the day.” your cup was placed back on the counter. you frowned, not sure how to explain it to him. in moments like these, sukuna seemed to be something of an old being that has seen everything, feelings now dull and locked away. 

“well, see it like this. making yourself a cup of tea or coffee everyday is a normal thing to do, right? it happens almost automatically because it’s just part of your daily routine, you like how it tastes, it makes you feel more awake or helps you sleep. but… but you never really take your time to enjoy it, right?”

sukuna was contemplating, you almost giggled at the little frown on his face. but you were glad that he was willing to listen to you and discuss it with you, instead of dismissing the topic entirely. “but what does that have to do with rain?” he finally asked. 

you pointed outside. “you wouldn’t really go out in this weather, right? not if you have any emergencies or urgent matters to attend to. and same goes for everyone else; it kind of… kind of forces you to stay inside, to fully enjoy your warm beverage. the sound of rain is pretty calming, it’s some kind of whitenoise that might block out intrusive thoughts, at least it does that for me. so it’s only you, the sound of rain and your cup of tea. for a few minutes, you can just relax and have a moment for yourself.”

sukuna still didn’t quite understand how humans worked. it’s been hundreds of years since he’s ceased to be human, he’s forgotten what is what like being human. what human emotions entailed. but he agreed, it has been a while since he’s felt at ease and peaceful even. it was a moment of bliss, a moment that caused a flare-up of old, buried feelings inside of him.

004.1

you still hadn’t mustered up the courage to actually ask sukuna out after you dragged him into that fake dating-situation. he did still come late at night, being the most loyal customer of the café at this point. it was almost… almost as if he’d seeked out your company. though he did tell you that he didn’t mind your company; your ego deflated a little. sukuna still wore his kimono but paired it with a thick winter coat - it was winter after all and the weather had been very extreme. the ground was covered in inches of snow and you hadn’t seen the sun in weeks. sukuna insisted on walking you home when your shift ended. you weren’t sure why because he’d never offered to do so before. you were thankful though since it was still snowing and the streets were completely empty; even though the snow looked beautiful, it was still a little eerie to walk home in this weather. especially since a lot of busses weren’t running anymore due blocked roads.

“sukuna, aren’t you cold?” you asked as you switched off the lights and fumbled with your keys. finally finding the right one, you closed up, shoving the keys back in your back and fishing out your gloves. “you don’t even wear gloves!” you gasped when you saw his bare hands, handing him one of yours. sukuna looked at you as if you were crazy.

he wasn’t cold but he couldn’t tell you that, couldn’t let you know that he was a curse. but handing him one of you gloves? you were too nice, always thinking of others first and never being selfish. sighing, he put on the glove that was uncomfortably small but he’d endure it for your sake.

“it’s been a while since we’ve had this much snow,” you mused and took a few steps around, giggling at the sound of crunching snow beneath your feet. sukuna simply followed you, looking comical with the bright yellow and tiny glove on his hand. you smiled at him, admiring how etheral he looked underneath the streetlights with the snowflakes flurrying around him and some getting stuck in his hair. your heart suddenly ached, a far away memory emerging. it was blurry and unclear, a cold night similar as this underneath the stars and a face staring at you. you couldn’t tell who it was nor were you sure whether it was just a case of déjà vu.

“you know, this kind of calls for a snowball fight,” you grinned at sukuna mischievously and grabbed some snow, beginning to form it into a ball. he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, looking at you defiantly. 

“i’m not going to indulge in childish business like th-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence as you hurled the snowball at him and giggled like a maniac as it hit his shoulder. you quickly hid behind a bush as you quickly tried to form another, enjoying the dumbfounded look on sukuna’s face. clearly, he didn’t expect you to follow through with your plan and was caught by surprise. “oh you’re on,” he growled after a moment and grabbed himself some snow as well. you quickly threw another snowball at him, this time only being able to hit his leg. eyes widening at the sight of sukuna raising his arm to throw his snowball at you, you let out a squeak and dove behind a tree - the snowball still hit you square on your back, making you yelp at the cold feeling.

for minutes you could only hear the crunches of snow, loud laughter and snowballs hitting objects. you sat on a bench, exhausted from running and ducking away and your belly was starting to hurt from all the laughter. sukuna caught up to you, juggling a snowball in his hands. “you gonna give up?” he asked, a smirk gracing his lips. clearly he was winning, being able to aim a lot better than you. you missed him most of the time but had fun regardless. 

“never!” you replied, holding out your arms to defend yourself from the incoming snowball. it never came and instead sukuna was inching closer with an evil look in his eyes. oh no. what was he up to? you yelped when you realized that he was aiming for your neck, jumping up to get away from him. sukuna was quick to react and grabbed your arm, pulling you back into his chest and holding you close, smushing the snow against your neck. “ew sukuna, stop!” you laughed and squirmed in his arms until he threw the snowball away, rubbing your back gently. 

“that was really cold, you know,” you pouted, burying your face in his chest. 

he wrapped his arms around you, sighing quietly. “i know, i know, sorry.”

you swore that you felt his lips on the crown of your head.

005.

you were, undoubtedly, lost. your phone was about to die and you were stranded in the middle of the city, not sure where to go. to be fair, it was very, very easy to get lost here and it was your first time visiting. your grandparents lived here and while you’ve visited before, you couldn’t quite remember anything anymore. you were a child back then. and the city had drastically changed too, making it difficult for you to navigate yourself around. though your poor sense of direction was probably at fault as well. you sighed, trying to call your grandparents again. no one was picking up. you turned your phone off to save some of the battery, maybe you could call them later.

luckily, you’d brought your cameras so you could at least keep yourself busy until someone freed you from this misery. you walked towards the nearby shrine; there didn’t seem to be any people here, it was very quiet aside from the sound of cicadas. you took a few photos before continuing your journey, soon finding yourself standing on top of the hill. the view from here was breathtaking, even more so because the sun was starting to set, painting the sky in a beautiful yellow and orange hue. you fumbled with your camera again, trying to take a photo when someone suddenly moved into your shot. you paused and looked at the person in front of you who was staring at you as well. considering they were wearing a kimono, you assumed that they must work here. did you make a mistake? maybe you weren’t supposed to take photos and this person came to tell you off.

“i’m sorry!” you said quickly, quickly shoving your camera in your bag. “am i allowed to take photos here?” 

the stranger frowned at you, clearing his voice before replying: “how am i supposed to know? i don’t work here.” 

you groaned, rubbing your face in embarrassment. of course you’d say something wrong, you always did. and now you probably annoyed him too - he looked really annoyed. but since he wasn’t working here and there was no one else around, you guessed you could take photos after all. there was no one to tell you off anyways. however, the stranger was still standing there, looking at you in what seemed like interest. you felt awkward just continuing your endeavors without acknowledging him, so you asked: “do you live here? i’m just visiting, so i’m not very familiar with the city.”

“you could say that,” the stranger simply replied. when he didn’t say anything else, you decided that it probably was okay if you just continued taking photos without acknowledging him. though it did make you queasy, knowing that he was just watching you. didn’t he have anything else to do? a few minutes passed. he sighed and walked over, pointing at your camera. “what are you doing?” you were surprised at how straightforward he was, not expecting to engage in a conversation with you. maybe people in this city were just extra talkative and you’d have to get used to it. your grandparents never told you about this though. 

“ah i’m visiting my grandparents here and i thought i’d document my stay here. so i can look at these photos whenever i want and just have the memories on photo,” you explained and rummaged in your bag to show him the polaroids you took earlier. “i particularly like polaroids because you can’t edit or change them… whatever moment you capture, it’s true to what you saw. there’s no need to make photos beautiful when they hold a special place in your heart and are tied to a specific memory.”

the stranger nodded, pointing to your polaroid camera. “and you take them with this device?” his choice of words startled you a little, he didn’t seem to be familiar with this type of camera which you found odd. everyone knew what these were nowadays, almost everyone owned them. but you didn’t want to judge him or make him feel stupid though, patiently explaining to him how the cameras worked and where he could purchase them. he seemed to be really interested, closely inspecting the camera, turning it around and fumbling with the buttons. only after you finished rambling, you realize how much time had passed - it was almost dark now and your grandparents were probably worried sick. your phone was turned off the entire time and you forgot to call them. 

“excuse me, i really need to call my grandparents!” you looked at him apologetically, leaving him with your photos and camera. normally, you would be very wary; normally, you wouldn’t even show anyone your photos, rather keeping them to yourself because they were your precious memories. but something about him resonated with you, he seemed familiar and yet he didn’t.

you found a spot a few meters away from him calling your grandparents and profusely apologizing to them for not calling sooner. you promised them to wait at a popular and well known spot nearby so they could come to pick you up since it was already getting late, then hung up. to your relief, the stranger was still standing there, watching you intently. “thank you,” you smiled as he handed you your belongings. “my grandparents are picking me up soon, thank you for keeping me company. won’t you be going home soon?” 

suddenly his face expression turned rather… sad? somewhat melancholic and you feared you’d said something wrong until he shook his head. “i have to go somewhere later. let me walk you for a bit, it is dark after all.” you looked at him a little dumbfounded, not expecting him to suggest something like that.

“oh you don’t have to! i’ll totally be fine, i-” “i want to. let’s go,” he interrupted you, already beginning to move. you hastily followed him, clutching your bag in your hands. the entire walk was rather silent, none of you saying a word. it wasn’t a tense and uncomfortable silence though - you very much enjoyed his presence. it made you feel safe too, even though you’d told him earlier that you didn’t mind walking by yourself, it was comforting to know that he was by your side. you were in an unfamiliar city after all. hell you even got lost, so who were you kidding. you wondered who the stranger was, what his story was, what his personality was like. this was a one time meeting though, so you didn’t really have any hope of meeting him again. that was very unlikely.

“okay this is the spot. my grandparents are going to pick me up here, so it’s okay if you go,” you pointed at a café and gave him a reassuring smile. he didn’t look impressed. “o-oh wait, i need to thank you somehow.” you held a finger up to signal him to wait for a bit and fished out a polaroid you’d taken earlier. it was a simple shot, only the temple, bits of the trees and the sunset in the background. but you thought it was appropriate, the two of you had shared this moment after all. 

“here, this is for you. it’s not a lot but i guess… it’s a really nice photo and maybe the start of your collection, if you decide to get a polaroid camera?” he took the photo from you, inspecting it before nodding and thanking you. he looked like he was about to say something else but was interrupted by some bright car lights and the sound of honks.

“ah, i have to go! it was nice meeting you,” you bid farewell to him and waved, running towards the car. sukuna watched your figure retreat, arms dropping to his sides.

006.

it was so cold, so incredibly cold. you really hated disliked these long winters, the sky was constantly dull and grey, the days were short and you hadn’t seen the sun in weeks. it made you feel sluggish and unmotivated, you were just hoping that spring was coming earlier this year. you yearned for sunshine and warmth, to be able to go outside without freezing and just spend more time outside. regardless, you held onto your daily walks because they gave you some peace of mind in your hectic life. you were approaching the last year of your studies and the amount of exams, assignments and your looming thesis were just suffocating you. but soon, soon you were done and could finally take a breather, until then, the only moments of relaxation you’d have were your walks.

despite the cold, there were a lot of people near the park; children who were engaging in snowball fights, elderly who were walking their dogs and some joggers too. your eyes were wandering around, watching all the busy people around. too absorbed in your task, you didn’t notice the man in front of you until you bumped into him. you quickly removed your earbuds and apologized to him, about to continue walking when he suddenly grabbed your arm, holding you back. you were confused, did you maybe accidently hurt him when you bumped into him? you looked him up and down to make sure that he was okay; there really wasn’t anything wrong. he let go of your arm. “is something wrong?” you asked concerned and turned to him. 

“y/n?” 

you froze at the mention of your name. how did he know you?

“who are you? i’ve never met you before.”

in all your past lifetimes, you’d taught him how to be human again, how there was value and joy in even the littlest of things. with each iteration of your existence, sukuna thinks that he’s learned to love you more than the last. when he sees how at ease you are spending time with him, a curse that is feared by everyone, he contemplates confessing to you. but something holds him back, it’s the fear; the fear that you won’t return his feelings. he’s seen you be with someone else, see you fall in love countless of times. he yearns for it to be him, hoping that you do choose him, love him. for thousands of years, he’s spent his time finding you - your reincarnations don’t recognize him and it pains him to get to know you anew each time but nothing pains him as much as his existence. he wants to hold you, be yours, grow old with you.

for the first time in thousands of years, sukuna wishes to be human again.

ps.: i am so sorry if i hurt your heart there omg

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[notkageyamasprincess]

glad you came | kageyama tobio x reader

request: big brother!kegeyama walking in on the reader touching themselves .. 😁

notes: a huge thank you to jodie (@keijidearest​ ) for being my beta, a hundred kisses fo you, muah muah <33

characters: nii-chan!kageyama tobio x reader

genre/warnings: smut, incest, slight voyeurism, mention of dacryphilia, mutual masturbation, corruption kink, slight degradation, breeding kink

words: 2.2k

summary: tobio-nii finally finds out that his adorable little sister feels the same way

As always, your parents weren’t at home—that much was expected. But today, even Tobio would be out until late. You couldn’t help the sinking feeling in your chest when you walked into your empty husk of a house. It was so lonely ever since your older brother started spending more time on campus, and you had no choice but to comfort yourself the only way you knew how.

The bedroom door didn’t quite close all the way behind you, but you disregarded it, knowing nobody would be home to disrupt you anyways. You flopped onto the bed, and wiggled out of your bottoms, one hand creeping beneath your waistband while the other clutched your phone to browse raunchy sites. Although you took in the obscene videos, racy comics, and filthy erotica, your mind drifted to Tobio, wishing that he’d take the place of the men in all those scenarios, comforting you in person rather than leaving you alone at your time of need. Settling into your blankets, you began taking care of the ache in your core, back arching off the mattress as you slowly worked yourself up to your high. The room gradually filled up with the sounds of your heavy breathing, slick noises of your arousal, and the familiar creak of the bed as you shifted around.

Unbeknownst to you, Tobio was on the other side of the wall, quietly taking care of his own needs, stroking his length to match your rhythm. He seriously lucked out today; he didn’t think he would ever have the opportunity to catch you at a vulnerable moment like this, unsuspectingly letting out your sweet moans for him to hear. When practice got cancelled, he went straight home and took a nap, only to wake up to the sounds of your self-pleasuring. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop on his precious little sister, really. Yet, how could he let this chance pass him by?

As he gripped his cock, your brother felt his balls tighten much quicker than usual. He wasn’t expecting his innocent sister to sound so...so lewd. His orgasm was coaxed on by how slutty you sounded as you moaned, how sopping wet he reckoned you were just through the noise of you fucking yourself. Before long, he felt himself shudder as he shot out his load. Never had he cum so early, the embarrassment enveloping him as he realized what had had him so worked up to begin with. Your soft whines remained in the background as Tobio slumped down and began cleaning himself off.

As his post-orgasmic bliss dissipated, a sense of guilt and disgust grew within him, as though he had violated you himself. He laid an arm over his eyes and exhaled deeply.

A few more seconds passed, and he shamefully emerged from his room, intending to wash up in the bathroom when something made him stop in his tracks.

“N-nii-chan…feels good!”

Erotic fantasies of your brother fuelled your lust while you touched yourself. Instead of your own hands, you imagined that it was his large palms caressing your breasts, and his long fingers stretching you out, loosening your entrance for his thick cock. Your gasps and whimpers grew louder as you gave in to the pleasure, but you didn’t care, chanting your brother’s name as you came.

Lost in a euphoric trance, your eyes remained squeezed shut, allowing him to slip into your room unnoticed.. The moment his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he was captivated by the sight of your limp form splayed out on the bed. His ravenous gaze traveled across the expanses of exposed skin, pausing briefly on the rise and fall of your chest and your spasming pussy. He swallowed before revealing his presence.

“____, was that…my name?”

Upon hearing his voice, your eyes snapped open, and you yelped. Panic welled up inside you as you sprang up and hastily covered yourself.

Thoughts of possible consequences raced through your mind. No more hair ruffles, no more head pats, no more words of praise. He’d no longer swing by your school to treat you to lunch when he was between classes. You could definitely say goodbye to him picking you up from the bus stop after dark.

“Tobio-nii! I- how long have you been standing there?”

Now you’d gone and done it. He must be repulsed by you. No one should have been in the house, nobody should have been there to catch you, so how was this happening?

“Not important. I’d rather talk about how you were just masturbating while thinking about me.”

Blood rushed to his dick as the scene he walked in on replayed in his head, and your cute noises echoed in his mind. His shock quickly shifted into frustration: frustration that he had to conceal his possessiveness when you gave your attention to another boy, frustration that he had to control his urges when you pranced around the house in your ratty drawstring shorts, or that he had to avert his eyes when your nipples poked out from your thin sleepshirt.

Frustration that he had to live through hell hiding his feelings for you when his dear sister was exactly the same way.

“You mean to tell me,” he started, taking calculated steps towards you, “That this entire time we could have been taking care of each other? The fuck did I jerk off in the shower for?”

Huh? You were stunned and relieved, but there was no time for you to hold back your tears. Unable to process what he said, you peered up at him with watery eyes.

Thinking that he frightened you by raising his voice, his eyes widened in alarm. He gathered you into his arms and stroked the back of your head. “Whoa, hey, hey, don’t cry, angel. I didn’t mean to get angry with you; I got too excited back there.”

“No, that’s not it. I-I thought you would hate me, and I didn’t know what to do.”

“I could never hate you, ____. You’re so precious to me that I couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else putting their hands on you where mine should be.”

Pulling back, you looked into his eyes for confirmation. “Really? Because I always hated your girlfriends for stealing my place.”

“You’re so cute, but I promise you have nothing to worry about at all. I didn’t want them like I wanted you.” You felt him guide your hands to his groin, where his dick was nearly popping out from his boxers. “Do you feel that? Feel how hard I am? You made me this way.”

Your heart swelled with pride knowing that he loved you more than he did any of those whores, and seeing him so worked up, all for you brought back the familiar tingle between your legs that only your Nii-chan knew how to soothe. Freeing him from his pants, you watched in wonder as his cock stood at attention, leaking precum from the tip. Tobio’s breathing grew heavier from your touch.

“____? Do you think you could do Nii-chan a favour?” His ears reddened in mortification.  Despite the fact that he had cum earlier, all he wanted to do was shove his cock into you and fuck you silly. “I got turned on when you were crying,” he groaned and covered his face. “Sorry, I know I shouldn’t react that way, but you’re just so cute.”

On the contrary, you were really happy that he found you so endearing.. “Don’t be sorry, Tobio-nii,” you reassured, shaking your head. “Just tell me what I need to do.”

Tobio kneeled at the foot of your bed and gripped his length, grateful that you were willing to help him out. “Could you remove the blankets and show me your pretty body?”

The idea of baring yourself to him made you flustered. But if it was your brother, asking you so politely for help, you wouldn’t mind displaying your most vulnerable parts. Glancing at his hopeful expression, you peeled back the covers.

“So good, baby. Now open your legs and touch yourself for me.”

Again, you bashfully complied, spreading yourself and angling your hips to give him a better view. The way he watched you made you searing hot; he gazed at you with lust blown pupils, eyeing you like a starved wolf as he fisted his cock.

You were fixated on his dick, curiously observing the rosy colour of the tip, the slender shaft, the slight curvature upwards, and the vein running down the middle. It was the first time you’d seen one. Heat pooled in your centre when you thought about taking him in your mouth.

“Nii-chan? Can I try sucking you off?”

“What?” he panted. “You don’t—ah, fuck—have to. I can’t make you do that.”

Leaning forward on your hands, you stared at him in earnest. “I want to.”

His face scrunched up as he weighed his options, but a quick glance at your glossy plump lips was all he needed to succumb.

After he agreed, you held him gently, noting how your hand barely wrapped around the girth of it, and how it felt so much thicker and heavier than it looked.Experimentally, you eagerly licked the sides, lapping at the precum that dribbled down his length, then you wrapped your lips around him. Paying close attention to his instructions, you gingerly massaged his balls and inched him further down your throat. “Yes, yes just like that. Now swallow.”

He tugged at your hair, pushing himself deeper, alternating between looking down at you, and closing his eyes in ecstasy. Your jaw was sore, and your throat was starting to burn, but you couldn’t help but moan at the disheveled state he was reduced to. Your cunt clenched around nothing, pulsating with desire.

Tobio’s eyebrows knitted together, loving the sight of you gagging on his dick. He’d always dreamed of defiling you like this; he felt so dirty, but so good.

“Shit, you’re making your Tobio-nii feel so amazing. I’m gonna cum soon.”

You desperately longed for him to cum on your tongue, but even more than that, you wanted him to alleviate your aching core, so you reluctantly pulled your lips off of him. “Mm, wait! Not yet.” You spread your lower lips apart, looking at him with need. “Please. In here.”

Tobio regarded your fucked out expression and your dripping hole, deciding to satisfy you against his better judgement. His cute sister was begging so sweetly for him, so how could he deny your request? Besides, he wanted it just as badly.

“Yeah? You’re gonna give your virginity to Nii-chan? Gonna let your big brother fuck his seed deep into your slutty pussy?”

His filthy words caused you to shiver, yet, he was soothing and gentle as he slipped his cock inside, pushing the head in little by little, pausing until you were ready for more. He moved only the tip back and forth, parting your opening, coating his dick with your juices.

The stretch hurt a little as he inched in deeper, but there was no one other than your beloved Nii-chan you’d rather lose your virginity to. You knew he respected you enough that you could even call it off there, and he would stop without any questions. There was no doubt that he would treat you better than anyone else you could’ve had your first time with.

When you finally nodded to him, he eased in the rest of his length, and he sucked in a breath when your cunt squelched, accepting him in hungrily. He waited a few more seconds before thrusting slowly. Once you gave him the okay, he increased the pace steadily until he was slamming his cock in and out.

His cock reached places inside you that you were never able to reach with your fingers, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. You felt so full, so complete.

Tobio nearly spilled into you when he directed his gaze to the spot where the two of you were connected. Your cunt squeezed him like it didn’t want him to pull out and painted him in a creamy white substance. He was addicted to seeing you losing yourself on his dick as he split you open.

Pressing on the back of your thighs, he pushed you deeper into the mattress and shoved his length even deeper. Your brother enjoyed the feeling of corrupting you, wiping you clean of every man that came before him and ruining you for every man that would come after him. That is, if you would ever want another man after he’d had his way with you.

Feeling your pussy tighten, he slid a hand between your bodies and grinded the heel of his palm against your nub, forcing an orgasm out of you, and spurted his viscous cum inside. He pumped his cock a few more times before pulling out, admiring his handiwork when his cum leaked out from your convulsing hole. Rather than let it drip onto the sheets, he lifted your pelvis to place a pillow underneath, then collected his release with his fingers, only to push it deep inside you again. Contently, he plugged you back up with his cock, brushed some hair out of your face, and pecked you tenderly on the forehead.

You laid there, basking in each other’s warmth, filling the void in each other’s heart.

Tobio nosed the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply. “Mine.”

a/n: well, well, well... tobio-nii makes a comeback

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[butwhyduh]

The Art Gallery

Kyle Rayner x batsis!reader fluff

Summary: the reader has a charity benefit at an art gallery and hopes that Kyle will actually show up because he’s not the most punctual boyfriend.

“Be there. Show up,” you begged him and Kyle nodded quickly.

“I’ll be there. I promise,” he said. It was the 3rd time that week that he had flaked on you. Why was he the sweetest guy when he was with you but a complete flake otherwise?

Kyle kissed your forehead and pulled you into a hug. “Don’t worry. I won’t miss it for the world,” he promised. “I know how important this show is to you.”

“Thank you,” you said giving him a kiss.

3 hours later

Kyle was having a much harder time keeping his promise. It was an hour until the showing and he was currently fighting some kind of 12 leg tentacle monster in the Bronx. He used a giant hammer like they use at a carnival the smack the monster who was currently trying to eat him.

His phone went off. He knew it was you. But his hands were a little busy holding the monster from biting him with its nasty beak. God, what kind of cryptid is this??

“Hey Kyle, I hope you are on your way and that’s why you aren’t answering. I’m getting ready to leave and I’m going to be leaving in the next 30 minutes. I’m going to be mad if you don’t show at all and I’m hoping you ride with me. This benefit,” you said on his voicemail. “It’s a big deal for me. I didn’t have the easiest childhood growing up and this is my way to give back. Change the actual foster home that I grew up in for the better. If you don’t show.... Kyle, I don’t know how things will work. I really need to know you’re there for me. Anyways, call me back when you get the chance. I’ve got to go.”

Kyle got the alert that he got a voicemail just as he threw a green boulder at the monster. It growled at him but was slower to get up. The voicemail was forgotten as he swung a wrecking ball at it. The beast went down with a thud. Kyle dropped the wrecking ball on it and it finally stopped moving. Right before it threw up purple slime all over him.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” he groaned. Kyle checked his watch. 15 minutes to be on time. And he had to shower and throw on a suit before going across town. Good thing he was Green Lantern. Kyle started flying over when his phone started ringing.

“Hey, I’m on the way. Work had me tangled up but I’m on the way,” he said quickly.

“Your work as a freelance artist?” You asked, suspiciously. “If you don’t want to come Kyle, you should just say that,” you said angrily. Yeah, he deserved that.

“No I do,” he said in earnest. “Trust me. I’ll be there. I know how important it is to you. I’ve got to go so I can get there.”

You sighed heavily. “Fine. But you better show,” you warned.

Kyle was in the process of unlocking his door when he heard a scream from down the block. No no no, that isn’t what he needs today. But clearly someone’s in trouble. He hurried over to see 4 guys surrounding a woman who was clutching her purse in fear.

“Seriously? You can’t do anything better with your time?” He said before flying down between her and them. It didn’t take much time to disable them and tie them up but it was 5 minutes he couldn’t get back. Kyle didn’t even wait to see the cops arrive before he ducked inside to shower and change.

It took 7 minutes to scrub all the goo off and 4 minutes to put on a suit, which Kyle thought was impressive. Now if he could just fly across town he would only be 5 minutes late.

Kyle got halfway there before he saw an emergency. A freakin train was driving dangerously fast into the city. Kyle looked at his suit and groaned. It was probably gonna get ruined, even under the green lantern suit. He flew close to the train to see the conductor panicking and pressing all kind of buttons. Okay, that wasn’t going to fix it.

Kyle made a new brake on the train and pulled the lever. For a minute the train started slowing before the brake snapped and the train sped up. “Shit, okay okay. Don’t panic.” Kyle strapped a huge parachute and 4 brakes on the train and it slowed down a lot but not enough. Not enough for the sharp corner it was going to need to make. Kyle created a Superman to push on the front of the train. He groaned under the strain of multiple projections. The train slowed down more but he couldn’t tell if it was enough for the curve. Kyle joined the Superman and pushed the train with his ring, willing it to slow. It whipped towards its side as it sped around the corner and he could hear the passengers screaming. Kyle created a huge hamburger helper hand to hold the train upright and it made it through the curve in one piece.

The train engineer stood up in triumph and the train started slowing on its own. It finally came to a stop on a bridge over the highway. Passengers cheered to be safe. Kyle winced when he realized he would need to get these passengers to safety off of the tracks. He made some green gondolas that started carrying the passengers to the street where cops were already arriving. It took another 20 minutes to get them all to safety.

Kyle looked at his phone as he flew of. “Shit,” he breathed. He was 20 minutes late and you had left 3 more messages. He hurried to the side entrance and almost went in without taking his green lantern suit off. He grabbed some flowers from the flower bed along the walkway, sorry, to give to you.

“Hey,” Kyle said straightening his tie as he walked over to you. He hid the collar that was black with whatever was on the train. You grinned and suddenly his frantic activity was worth it. You gave him a big hug and took the flowers from him.

“You made it,” you said, kissing his cheek. You threaded your fingers in his and gave him a tour of the gallery. “And this is the acting coordinator of the exhibit,” you said, introducing Kyle to an older woman. She shook his hand with a polite smile.

“Yes your girlfriend, she’s our biggest contributor and has made a huge difference, both for local artists and her charity. It’s pretty amazing. I couldn’t have done it without her. Do you smell motor oil,” she asked with a frown. “Or some kind of chemical smell?”

“Probably me,” he laughed nervously. “Had a flat tire. That’s why I’m late.”

“Oh that would make sense,” she nodded before excusing herself to speak to other people.

“There’s something I want to show you,” you said with a shy grin. Kyle looked at you curiously. You took his hand and a bit of a breath and guided him over to a particular piece on the wall.

It was a charcoal sketch of a woman in a bed, clearly nude but under covers, asleep. To be more precise, it was you. You watched Kyle nervously. He stared at the art and the frame and the small metal plate beneath it that simply said his name and phone number along with the title ‘freelance artist.’ He stared a little too long and you started to get nervous that he didn’t like it. You should have asked. You grasped your elbow in your hand and Kyle suddenly turned to you with a serious look.

“You didn’t have to-“

“I wanted to,” you answered his unasked question. Kyle grinned and picked you up in a hug. He twirled you in a circle and you giggled while holding his shoulder. “Put me down,” you yelped with laughter.

“Sorry, yeah. Not the place,” he said with a nervous laugh at the people staring. He rubbed the back of his neck and big his lip. “That’s amazing tho. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I did chose local artists and I happen to know a guy...” you said playfully.

“Gosh I hope it’s me,” Kyle replied with a grin.

“Of course it is,” you said holding his hand. “So why do you actually smell like industrial oil? And why were you late?”

“Well, it’s a long story. I’ll tell you later,” he said giving you a knowing look.

“I’m tingling with anticipation,” you answered dryly. “You’re okay that I picked that particular sketch...”

“Mixed feelings on my girlfriend naked in an art gallery.... but it is a really good likeness to you...... I’m kidding. It’s great,” he said kissing your forehead.

“Okay I’ve got to get back to work but there is a ton of food to try,” you said.

“Fancy food?” He said suspiciously.

“Well yeah. But we’ll go get burgers afterwards,” you said walking off. Kyle had a little grin on his face as he watched you work.

Of course he had no idea that a week later his phone would be ringing off the hook looking for work.

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