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saiidahyunie · 15 days

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you in my heart

chou tzuyu x f!reader

synopsis: if i can keep myself close to cherish you, then my heart will forever be in your hands.

warnings: fluff ; angst ? ; friends to lovers ; clc elkie and sana appear!

a/n: this fic is my creative writing lifeline soooooo :P

chou tzuyu doesn’t like idiots.

in the many years of her glorious friendship with you, tzuyu has watched, in all scopes, just how damn impatient you were about your decisions. she’s seen it all - whether it’s simply put in which you threw caution to the wind and helped tzuyu ditch school just for a quick detour to the beach as a way to cheer her up after the argument she had with her parents.

(might to add, that happened in the one week of getting to know each other.)

or, whether it would be the way tzuyu saw you drawing, once and decided that the route of art was the destination. better yet, the slight hitch of breath of your decision - last second- of moving in with tzuyu, on the day her lease was up for renewal.

these many things between the fine lines of dumb and stupid could not have prepared tzuyu for this:

you being settled on the floor with a dark red shirt that had a white minimal graphic with the name of the brand being something from your dad’s work, hair set off neatly off to the side with a hint of fringe peaking at the top, an apple juice box in your hands washing down the ritz crackers you swiped from the box, without knowing how it fans the flames in every one of tzuyu’s nerves.

you look at tzuyu, holding your gaze, jaw moving with two chewed crackers in your mouth, before averting your eyes to the crushed juice box next to you.

“tzuyu,” you say, fingers fast on the wrapper fishing out another cracker. “you’re not gonna eat?”

tzuyu says nothing, only shaking her head before settling back against the leg of the sofa, crossing her arms against her chest.

“tzuyu,” you whine, grabbing her wrist that had pinches of salt all over your fingertips, “why are you not saying anything?”

as if tzuyu can ever ignore the constant pull that she feels towards you.

“what’s going on?” tzuyu asks you now, knowing that nothing positive ever comes out of your mouth when she’s soaking in this tone that you’re presenting, voice breaking high and towards the end, as though you wouldn’t be able to breath right if tzuyu does not talk to you, or look at you.

“you’re a girl right?”

tzuyu blinks once, doe eyes out in the open space while she’s unable to guess the trajectory that this conversation might go.

“yes, and?”

you smile, bright and warm, tzuyu nudges closer until her knee touches your thigh.

“cool! me too!” you say. “well, i don’t know, actually. but, the point is that i’ve never dated a girl before. have you?”

tzuyu’s sexuality has been acknowledged, conveyed, and accepted between the both of you without any real sense of words. you had always been perceptive, and when tzuyu’s eyes wandered on only at he women in the movies that she used to watch together with you during high school, you knew that your best friend was a lesbian, and squeezed her hand firmly to let her know that.

it was never really discussed after that, until now.

your sexuality, in tandem, has been acknowledged, conveyed, and accepted between the both of you devidating your realization through a sudden urge to declare the moment out loud on a random day. you tumbled your way onto tzuyu a week ago, holding her hands tight, screaming about how you barely realized that you were bisexual and how “everything makes so much sense to me!”

ever since that day, tzuyu had to witness the only person she has loved even before she knew how to love someone else flirting with nearly everyone. she could only be supportive of her best friend’s journey up til this point.

“i haven’t,” tzuyu replies.

your face lights up, eyebrows arched and eyes wide open. “well, have you kissed another girl before?”

tzuyu suddenly feels like she is neck deep in water that she’s not used to swimming in, struggling to keep herself afloat in her mind. “i…have.”

your face beams more brighter than before it diminishes into the stark emptiness of the night after the flames on a bonfire slowly wither away. “hey,” you say. “you didn’t tell me about that, tzu! we’re besties, aren’t you supposed to tell me everything?”

tzuyu scoots herself over to put a hand on your shoulder. “it was a long time ago,” she says. the world of sapphism was something beautiful to be apart of. seeing the pride parties to be an enlightenment of sorts while also pulling the heart in a more wrenching way. she wanted to belong there with the vast crowd of people but was also aware that she doesn’t want to put herself into that space, if it meant leaving your side.

“it doesn’t really matter now.”

“hey.” you say, scooting closer to match her. tzuyu’s hand lingers on your shoulder before letting go. “of course, it does. was it any good?”

tzuyu doesn’t recall much from those separate experiences, let alone want to remember any from long ago. “yes, i think so. but it was like years since then, so it doesn’t matter.”

“what makes you say that? why did you stop yourself? are you going to be kissing girls when we go to that pride party next week?”

“i told you, y/n. it doesn’t matter. why are you even asking about this?”

you have another smile spread across, hands moving up and down tzuyu’s arm, causing a ripple effect of goosebumps rising on the crook of her neck. “i have something to ask you.”

when you pull your hands away, picking a cracker from the new stack you just opened, holding against tzuyu’s lips.

when tzuyu makes no move to open her mouth, your encourage her by nodding despite becoming more and more doting and impatient (which was on brand for your antics).

tzuyu merely holds it against her teeth, unwilling to take a bit nor choke on the bit after your request.

you take a deep breath, and twine your hands with hers, looking into her eyes steadily.

“i want you to kiss me.”

these several plus years of friendship that tzuyu will never get enough of, tired was also out of the question. nothing could’ve prepared her for the opportunity of hearing those words that deeply carve out one of the core instincts that she has been fighting to keep within.

the cracker falls out of tzuyu’s mouth.

you, on the other hand, face full of optimism and hope immediately replaced with frowns from the fallen cracker sitting on tzuyu’s lap, picking it up. your fingers brush against her hip bone, and tzuyu suppresses a gasp.

also, you’re oblivious to tzuyu’s inner crisis, looking at the cracker before biting it, in the same spot more than a third of the cracker is caught between your teeth.

“what are you saying?”

“i want you to kiss me.” you say, seriously, after chewing the last part of the cracker that will haunt tzuyu’s dreams for the coming decades.

“why?”

“do people need a reason to kiss each other, tzuyu?”

“when the people in the problem set are one’s best friends, then of course.”

you sigh, troubled. “fine,” you say, not willing to look up from where you fidget with the ripped wrapper of the cracker stack. “you got me. i have a date with a girl this weekend and i have never kissed a girl, ever. i want it to be good for her. you’ve kissed a girl, and i want you to assess me.”

“assess you?”

nodding to tzuyu’s question. “i want it to be good for her, tzu! besides, you’re one of the few people that i trust the most. i want you to kiss me and tell me how it is. now are you gonna help me?”

a few seconds of silence pass that the weight of it envelops every fabric and cell of their being, you begin to fiddle with the hem of your shirt, a habit that you procured in times of nervousness.

“forget it,” you say abruptly. “i know that sana has kissed girls before. i’ll ask her—”

“no!”

“no?”

“no,” tzuyu says, holding your face between her soft hands. “i’ll do it,” she says. “i’ll help you with this.”

—

you taste like a wintergreen mint.

tzuyu tilts her head up, one hand spread across the back of your neck, the other, holding your chin so that she can deepen the kiss, until tzuyu herself begins to taste the minty aroma and feel like stardust.

tzuyu also should’ve been keeping an open ear to the cautionary tune her heart laid out in front of her. her mind should’ve also said the same thing the way her brain racked the sole idea of kissing you for practice. nothing good would come out of this. you will kiss another girl sometime this weekend and many other girls after that, but tzuyu is weak and in love and can’t fathom not kissing you, not when you asked it yourself.

your arms are coiled around tzuyu’s long neck, pulling her closer than ever before, even though the meters between the two of you now are only separated by the thin layers of clothes. gently trailing her fingers from your chin to your neck and waist, tzuyu hauls you up until you settle on her lap.

the both of you break apart for a second, your eyes with a glint to them, dazed, glossy pink lips still parted, bodies molding together oh-so perfectly.

it was you who kissed tzuyu for the first time, so tzuyu takes it upon herself to press your forehead with hers, chasing your lips for more. the kiss itself is less frantic and more gentle, taking her time skimming her hands across your back, tilting your head towards her, trailing your hands every single spot possible in the hopes of grasping something. eventually, you fingers are in her hair, taking apart the ponytail and running your fingers through it again.

love me, tzuyu mouths out while she kisses you. love me, only me, no one else, just me.

tzuyu’s lips find your jaw, feathery kisses until she meets the fork where your ear and neck meet. you let out a small noise from the bottom of your throat and tzuyu wants to have it all, to revel in it, keep it close to herself in her heart for the eons of years to pass. she finds her way to your neck, and the idea of marking you, to show the mystery girl that you’ll see know that she was here first, and with the premonition that she’ll stay with you forever–

under the crook of your neck, in the palms of your hands, hooked on your ribs as if the set numbers were like lifelines; anywhere, wherever you see fit.

when you two finally break apart this time, you open your eyes, blinking rapidly to erase the remnants of the daze that was clouding the both of you, smiling softly that tzuyu thinks she’s in a dream. although, it wouldn’t be the first time that she’s dreamt something dangerously real, can’t accept the facts.

but your body is warm between tzuyu’s palms, floral scent draping all of her sense. you were as real as you can be. tzuyu feels nervous with the pricks

of sweat coating her neck, heart rate struggling to keep calm inside her chest, threatening to break free from the cages.

in her dreams, your eyes wouldn’t suddenly widen in disbelief, you wouldn’t clutch onto tzuyu’s shoulders, not willing to meet tzuyu’s eyes after that.

a block forms, tugging from the depths of tzuyu’s chest.

“y/n,” tzuyu asks, voice horse. “did i go too far?”

you snap your eyes towards tzuyu, in fact not meeting her eyes, rapidly shaking your head. “no, not at all.” you answer, tone shrill. “but a–, that was—was really good.”

finally meeting tzuyu’s eyes, your face swept in a vibrant pink.

“that was?”

you, in a flurry of sudden actions, pat tzuyu’s hair to flatten it, pinching her cheek, before breaking apart the bubble of a minty fulfilled dream that just happened a few seconds ago. “is that even a question?” you ask, licking your lips. “kissing girls is so different from kissing boys,” you say. “i liked this a lot. was it, um, w-was it good for you?”

“what are you talking about?” tzuyu laughs, seeing a smile on your face. “you’re a good kisses,” she says, trying to be as objective as she can. this was a test, an experiment after all. not an outcry of feelings. “you know what you’re doing, so it won’t be bad for you this weekend when you go. i’m sure of that.”

standing up, you pat down your shirt and sweatpants, saying, “okay good, i’m—i’m happy that it was good for you because it was good for me, clearly, and i–shoot—i should probably—”

you don’t spare tzuyu another glance, running off to your room, the slam of the door echoed through the walls.

tzuyu just sits there, back against the leg of the sofa, the half-eaten stack of crackers and empty glasses of water on the table, enthralling her attention as if they were people who just witnessed something out in public. her head hits the cushion behind her, clenching the scream wanting to be unleashed from inside her.

for the reminder of how reality works in this world, things will–not remain the same between her and you. the air was already heavy with tension, anchored with tzuyu’s feeling, suspended in time with the words captive in the nooks and cracks of her body.

tzuyu will have to learn how to live with the knowledge of how you taste, the small noises you make, the way your face shapes when her mouth is on yours, eyes closed as you chase tzuyu’s mouth like it was the last thing you had to do.

she doesn’t know how to recover from this information.

—

the two of you don’t talk about it.

few days pass, and tzuyu leaves her pottery class. you arrive a few hours after you were sure that tzuyu was asleep.

(she wasn’t asleep. in fact, she was waiting for you to come home. only able to fully rest when the sound of the door opening and closing, the soft sounds of your feet hitting the wood in and around the house.)

you and tzuyu have a thursday class together in music theory, sharing a shaken look between each other when the paths cross to the living room.

“you wanna leave together?” you ask, strangely nervous with a pensive look on your face.

tzuyu nods her head, and that was it.

you two don’t talk about it still, because there’s nothing to be discussed.

after dinner, tzuyu finds herself going along to being kissed by you again. more practice never hurt anybody, or anyone for that matter.

tzuyu slides in her bed with a heavy heat, lips aflame with the phantom stir of yours on them.

it’s okay, she thinks. it’s gonna be okay. i’ll be okay.

—

“you’re leaving?” tzuyu asks you on saturday, realizing in a manner that your date was today. a date, the whole reason you kissed tzuyu.

you look dashing, transcendent beyond existence. tzuyu loves you so much.

nervously, you start messing with the flimsy fabric of your dress pants, “i am,” you say, “did you want something?”

“no,” tzuyu lies, heart clogging her throat.

you take a step closer, breaking the bubble around tzuyu. “did you want to say something?”

“no,” tzuyu lies again, heart in her hands.

“okay then.” you say, “i’ll be going now.”

“okay.” tzuyu replies. “have fun on your date.”

something omniscient falls over the ever-constant glow on your face. “i will, i’m sure of it.”

tzuyu feels her pulse accelerate, hands clenching and unclenching in succession. there’s so much that she wants to blurt out. so much that will ruin the close friendship that she has with you. but being selfish isn’t the way to go, the risk that is carried by making her feelings your problems too.

it’ll be fine, tzuyu tells herself. this will pass too. she’s fine, she’s okay, she’s breathing—and if she keeps beating it down her being, maybe her heart won’t feel like it’s being trampled on.

everything will be okay, this will all work out in the end.

—

“something is wrong,” sana begins, eating her french fry, the same evening when she invites herself to tzuyu’s home with a bag of food and snacks. “you’re not okay.”

“everything is great!” tzuyu says, chasing down her words with half of a boba drink. “and, i am okay.”

sana’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “it’s not really you to lie in front of my face.”

“i need you to stop prying.”

“is it because y/n’s on that date right now?”

“sana, i’m fine.”

“shut up, it is, isn’t it?!”

“sana!”

“okay, i’ll stop,” sana says, raising her hands in surrender. “i believe you. everything is okay and you are doing fine.”

—

you don’t offer more information about your date other than just saying, “we should go watch that one movie together, tzuyu.”

tzuyu doesn’t even bother asking either.

two days after, you come bearing another tempting proposition that steals tzuyu’s breath away—literally.

“that one barista from the cafe we regularly go to asked me out,” you say, already straddling tzuyu’s lap. “i didn’t kiss that girl from saturday and i think i’m a little iffy about my–technique. can you help me with it again?”

tzuyu tears down the banners of doubts in her mind, providing her mouth pressing against yours, feeling like the can finally breath now after not being able to for so long.

she doesn’t bother asking you about it, again.

—

more and more kisses are being shared in the days leading up to your date. always in the evening, an hour before going to bed.

tzuyu finds out all the different ways in which you like being kissed. even though an unspoken boundary between them is crossed past the point of rational thinking. she finds herself putting up a boundary before it becomes all too much, too fast. like her soul feels like it’s being robbed of once those walls are up, but it’s okay.

tzuyu tells herself that it’s okay. she will live through this.

she’s fine, and everything’s gonna be okay.

—

when you come back from the date, drunk, the sleep is immediately left from tzuyu’s body, and she’s alert, awake on the sofa. she puts her book and the small blanket back in their places, walking over to help you remove your shoes and find your way back into the house.

you look at tzuyu with a blearily smile, holding onto her waist tightly. “hi,” you say, grinning.

“hi,” tzuyu greets back, holding onto you as you’re sliding on the floor, head lolling back on the head of the sofa. “are you alright?”

“amazing!” you answer, giddy.

“how was your date?”

tzuyu blinks one eye open, grinning sarcastically. “oh? you didn’t ask me how it went the last time. this is a sign.”

“you didn’t tell me anything either,” tzuyu also points out.

you sigh, slumping your head on tzuyu’s toned shoulder. “true,” you mumble. “i guess it was okay.”

“just okay?”

tzuyu feels you nodding your head. “i am so tired, tzu!” you whine, nudging your head closer. tzuyu suppresses a shudder as she feels your eyelids fluter closed against her neck. “i’m gonna fall asleep right here, okay?”

“that’s okay,” tzuyu says, pressing her fingertips into your scalp, just the way that you like it.

“you’re the best,” you mumble again, sounding half-asleep. “do you know that? you’re the very best, tzu.”

tzuyu doesn’t know how to respond without revealing the very depth of everything she feels about you.

“i guess,” your whisper is like a knife through the curtain of silence between the two of you. “i guess the problem is that no one is you. they don’t kiss the way that you do.”

tzuyu’s heart stops. “y/n, what do you mean?”

…

“y/n?”

…

a lack of a reply prompts tzuyu to thread her fingers through your hair, gently tapping your shoulder. “y/n.” she softly calls. “don’t you know to not say things like this to me?” she whispers too, confident that you were asleep. your breath steady, head heavy.

you mumble something closely incoherent, and your head sags into tzuyu’s chest.

despite the tumultuous beat of her heart, tzuyu finds herself smiling, as she cradles your head, hoping that laying on her lap would be more comfortable for you, and drapes the blanket over your legs.

“that’s the issue with me, too.” tzuyu says while palming your hair. “i guess i stopped kissing other people because they weren’t you. i wish i could stop looking for you in every person that i meet.”

—

it’s not like tzuyu was not aware of the happy hour event that’s regularly held at that one bar that the friend group usually ends up in at a night like this, but it’s just that she didn’t care enough about it, especially after living for about three months in a new city.

two days after you realized that you were bisexual, you looked at the poster that announced the party for the lgbtq community happening on a friday night well off into the new semester with a newfound excitement. “we should go here!” you shrieked while pointing at the poster. “i didn’t even know that this was a thing.”

“it’s a thing alright,” tzuyu answers, resigning herself to the fate of ending up at that party, especially a few weeks before happening.

“have you ever been to a party like this?”

“not a lot, but a few.” tzuyu replies. “they’re interesting.” and unfamiliar, because they’re loud and crowded. the heavy bass of music blasting through the speakers, making her heart match to the beat of the rhythm.

“well, you should show me around then!” you had said, and that was it.

now, about a little over three weeks or so after tzuyu first made out with her best friend only to help you practice for dates with people that weren’t tzuyu, standing in front of the said best friend, trying to obviously leer at your appearance.

you were wearing a white crop top shirt with ripped jeans layered with a black leather jacket. this outfit in particular had been printed in tzuyu’s brain since she saw you wear it for the first time—and a one piece dress

you catch tzuyu looking and wink. “what? i look good, don’t i?”

‘good’ doesn’t even begin to cover it, but tzuyu nods, nonetheless.

bounding up with tzuyu, arms interlocked together. “thank you!” you exclaim. “you have to look great too! when did you buy this blouse?” you ask, gesturing at tzuyu’s outfit. “i have to borrow it one day,” you say, as you make your way outside the house, head resting on tzuyu’s shoulder.

“okay,” tzuyu readily agrees despite it being her favorite blouse and your tendency to not return her clothes after ‘borrowing’ them.

the club is crowded by the time you reach there—full of people that tzuyu recognizes the way gay people tend to recognize each other across the campus, and those she does not.

your face is set with an ever-present grin, taking in the clamour and infecting excitement of energy that’s radiating of all the people here. all eyes were on you and you just seem to bask in it, but your eyes were on tzuyu. there’s a low glo to you. the only person glowing in a sea of people. tzuyu is so in love with you that it aches, it aches, and it aches.

“let’s dance!” you yell over the sound of the booming music.

tzuyu is pulled into your arms the minute she agrees to it. sinking into your arms as though she always belonged there should be weird, tzuyu thinks. it’s supposed to be weird, especially because you and her couldn’t even look at each other until a few days ago, until you came back home drunk and slept on tzuyu’s lap.

but it isn’t. this feels as natural as breathing, normal like your heart beating, the sun rising, the world turning painstakingly slow.

colorful lights dance on your face as you pull tzuyu close, hands curling around her neck. tzuyu, helplessly in love, holding you by the waist and sways with some sense of rhythm to the music.

you pull tzuyu closer, so that her ear is met with your lips. “is this how it always is?”

“i think so,” tzuyu replies. save for a few strobe lights, the night seems the same as it always does. it must feel different for you though. “how do you feel?” tzuyu asks, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“good!” you cheer. “like, i didn’t even know that there were so many of us here! i truly believed that it would be less crowded. in fact, it is more.”

tzuyu nods, clutching her hands tighter around your waist.

you sway and dance together, sometimes following the rhythm of the songs blasting out of the subwoofers, and the other times creating your own rhythm entirely, but that doesn’t matter.

what matters to tzuyu—at this moment and all the others that have happened and will—is this; your bright smile reserved only for her, your warm hands around hers, your feet falling in step with her, your laughter when you dip down into her, or the high pitched call of her name that makes her twirl in her mind, the gaze fixated on her lips, the grasp on her heart: for now and always forever (in hope) will be you. and only you.

you and tzuyu break apart when you loudly demand that you’re thirsty and need a drink. tzuyu, helpless to do anything else, clutches your hand and makes you follow, even though she can’t wade through the crowd of strangers by the bar.

tzuyu is grateful that the thump of the music in this area is a lot less, deciding on standing a few feet away, looking at you valiantly finding her way towards the bartender, jumping only when she feels a tap against her shoulder.

elkie, one of the other friends that tzuyu is very familiar with, perhaps a year her senior, stands across her with a broad smile on her lips.

“it’s been so long since i saw you here,” she says, stepping closer. “how are you doing?”

“good,” tzuyu replies with a smile. “how bout you?”

the music picks up in volume where they are, causing them to stand closer which isn’t entirely ideal, but it’s alright. elkie is good company, and tzuyu doesn’t mind.

“are you looking for someone?” elkie asks, when she notices tzuyu look into the crowd of people at the bar station trying to see someone in a black leather jacket. “do you want me to help you find them?”

“just my friend.” tzuyu replies, turning towards elkie. “she went in to get drinks for us and hasn’t come out yet.”

elkie laughs. “she’ll come back, i’m sure. but tell me about you, tzuyu. are you dating someone?”

tzuyu darts her eyes away from elkie. “i’m not actually, no.”

elkie eyes brighten. “well, if that’s the case, call me if you want? you do have my number, right?”

tzuyu blinks, before the realization dawns on her. “oh,” she says. “no.” she replies, turning towards elkie.

“elkie, i—”

elkie’s eyes widen with an understanding. “ah, you’re not seeing someone, but you do like someone,” she infers. tzuyu doesn’t say anything, only turning sideways to the crowd in which you have disappeared to. “yeah,” she replies, looking back at elkie.

she nods, gently holding tzuyu’s shoulders. “i get that,” elkie says. “i hope you figure it out, whatever that may be.”

“thank you.”

elkie smiles back, and plants a kiss on the corner of tzuyu’s mouth. “i think i saw someone i didn’t want to see, so i’m gonna run now,” she says. “don’t be a stranger, okay? let’s meet up for some lunch sometime—as friends, of course.”

tzuyu smiles, patting her back neatly. “i will.”

elkie excuses herself, walking swiftly past tzuyu, vanishing into the crowd.

out of a bad habit set in the last fifteen minutes or so, tzuyu looks sideways to the crowd that you had ventured into, only to meet your distraught face.

your face even turns furious when tzuyu meetes your eyes, but the undercurrent of hurt is open and raw. tzuyu instantly takes a step forward by instinct, wondering what caused it, relizing that you must’ve seen elkie kissing her cheek for this anger to be directed at tzuyu. but it shouldn’t bother you as much as it did—because why would it, it’s not like you to be jealous, because that would imply that you like—

huh.

“you were here with me.” you shout over the music, steamrolling over close enough for tzuyu to see the shimmer on your skin. “we came here together.”

“y/n—”

“if you dont’ like me back,” you start, shoulders dipping down in defeat.

well, shit.

tzuyu’s body breaks at that.

“if you don’t like me back, then just say it instead of making me witness whatever the hell i just saw,” you say, drinking the entirety of the fizzy orange behemoth of a drink that was in your hand in one swig, and slamming tzuyu’s shot glass on the table.

—

tzuyu finds you leaning against someone’s car, staring up at the sky.

she wordlessly covers your exposed shirt with the leather jacket you dropped on the way out of the club.

“that was elkie,” tzuyu breaks the silence. “she’s one of the few people that i know from coming to these parties. i guess we somewhat keep in touch now. we don’t like each other romantically. never, no.”

you blink, while looking at her, nodding while fixing your leather jacket to fit it more better on your shoulders.

“tzuyu,” you say. “what i said before—”

“is it true? tzuyu asks, urgency seeping in her words by the millisecond. “do you truly like me?”

you look at tzuyu, broken. “i wore this outfit for you,” you say again. “i hate stiff leather.”

tzuyu looks at you again, out of depth completely.

“i hate this jacket but i love the way you look at me when i wear it. so i wore it today, with you. the only person i could see in this crowd today was you, tzuyu,” you say. “i came up with a silly, stupid excuse to kiss you. so you tell me if what i said was true or not.”

“a stupid excuse?”

“i didn’t have any dates,” you laugh without levity. “i had people asking me out, yes, but i couldn’t agree because they’re not you, tzuyu. the only person i want to go on a date with. the only person i want to kiss and be kissed is by you. so i lied to your face and told you that i wanted to practice. i made up with a terrible excuse to kiss you that doesn’t even make sense because i thought you could, maybe like me back too! and it really felt like you did, but then i see that and-”

“i like you.”

you stop your train of thought from the sentence that just came out of tzuyu’s lips. “what did you say?”

“i like you too,” tzuyu says, as rushed as she could say. “i like you so much. so, so much. it’s—”

“you…what!?” you jolt with unbridled astonishment, crying, turning to grab tzuyu by the shoulders.

“why do you think i kept kissing you?” tzuyu asks with ardor. “i liked you too much to say no. i just—i couldn’t. and i wanted to go on dates with you and kiss you without having a reason, but i just couldn’t.”

a bitter laugh leaves your lips, head hung down while you kick your sneakers into the asphalt.

“you could—you could have,” you say, nodding in fervor. “you could have. i really, really wanted you to.”

“i just didn’t know,” tzuyu says, regretfully, cupping your face. “and i’m sorry that i didn’t.”

your eyes flutter shut. “well, you do now.” you say. “you know that i like you. i like you so, so much, tzu.”

“you know that i like you too. so, so much.”

your eyes open again, teasing a glint quite apparent. “so, what are you going to do with this information, then?” you ask.

tzuyu, with her heart fluttering endlessly in her chest, brings you closer. with eyes closed, you meet tzuyu in the middle.

you taste like beer, candy blossoms, and heaven. you taste like everything that tzuyu wanted, everything that tzuyu could ever want or need in her life.

i love you, tzuyu mouths into yours as she kisses you. i love you, love you, love you.

when you eventually break apart, a smile sprays across your lips, leaning in close, foreheads pressed together, one of tzuyu’s hands on your chest, right where the heart is patting frantically. “i love you, tzu.”

another kiss is shared again, this time more slowly as the both of you took in the taste of exchanging lips, not wanting to ever pull away. it’s just you and tzuyu, entrapped in that silly little world that you and her have built around for so many years, now elevated to a new echelon.

chou tzuyu doesn't like idiots.

but there was something about being with you as an idiot that makes it tolerable to deal with, and she doesn't mind that.

brushing your lips against tzuyu’s, you’re giggling and she follows.

“i’ll embrace you like this, forever.”

#twice x reader #kpop x reader #hyunie #twice imagines #tzuyu imagines #twice tzuyu #chou tzuyu #tzuyu x reader #twice fluff #tzuyu fluff #chou tzuyu x reader

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wonderlandsakura · 3 months

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I have a Zosan fic inspired by a post I think I saw on Tumblr, but it being Tumblr, I can't find it to reblog it, but I'm gonna post it anyway (just a heads up, it's kinda long)

Sanji Accidentally Reveals Who His Partner Is During A Livestream! (NOT CLICKBAIT)

“Welcome back to Cooking with Sanji, this time we’re Live! Thank you my mellorines for being such sweet, loyal and gorgeous fans and taking time out of your busy schedules to attend my livestream today!” Sanji crowed, making finger hearts at the camera.

He was in the location of all his videos and livestreams, his kitchen, which straddled the line between cluttered and cosy and straight out of a magazine, with its industrial grade appliances and overfull cabinets and refrigerator covered in random memorabilia, such as postcards, polaroids and for some reason, an absurd amount of fish related pictures, magnets and posters.

“Today we’ll be cooking my partner’s favorite, Onigiri!” Sanji continued, going on to list the ingredients while chatting with the stream and answering any questions that pop up and highlighted by his mods.

Sanji’s partner was an elusive mystery his fanbase (and that of the Straw Hat Pirates, the group of content creators he was part of) had long wondered about.

It was no secret the man was married, the man in question having made comments mentioning his partner more than once and flaunted his wedding ring on occasion when it was brought up, though he didn’t often wear it on his hand when he was cooking, choosing to wear it on a chain around his neck.

They knew the man lived with his partner, as he often made mention of them while filming and streaming through snarky comments that would nevertheless dissolve into lovestruck looks and loud confirmations of his love whenever one of the audience (usually a newer fan) wondered why Sanji stayed despite his complaints.

Many of his fan base assumed that the person in question was female, what with Sanji’s womanizing tendencies, believing it to be one of the female straw hats or their associates, though this was quickly disproven as they came out or started dating other people.

However, some fans still held onto this conviction, many of them shipping Sanji with his female friends, or with Pudding, a baker that Sanji had collabed with before, who had then insisted she was Sanji’s partner, despite not having a ring or being mentioned by the Straw Hats, who had confirmed they had long met Sanji's partner, before that moment.

Sanji had long since spoken out to disprove these rumors about their relationship, but still, some of his crazier fans insisted on shipping the two, along with many of Pudding's hardcore fans.

Most of Sanji's fan base however, couldn't care less about when or if he would ever reveal who the person was, or even their gender, respecting his right to his privacy.

They were more than fed on the scraps they were given, after all, as the look Sanji would have on his face and the way he gushed over his partner spoke volumes about his love for them.

At some point, Sanji’s dad, Red_Leg_Zeff, pops up on the stream’s chat and starts scolding Sanji through his comments, urged on and enabled by his mods and audience, who cheer him on and highlight his comments for Sanji to read, much to his chagrin. He complains loudly about how his old man needs to stop worrying and get off his stream and isn’t he supposed to be getting ready to open up his restaurant, the Baratie?

The stream adores the interaction, though some of the newer viewers need to be reassured that this is just the way the father-son cooking duo interact, and that they truly adore each other.

It was just the way Sanji showed love, whether to his adoptive father, his friends, or when he spoke about his partner.

Eventually the stream settles down and Zeff leaves to work, as Sanji continues to deftly shape onigiri balls as he chats with his audience.

The stream runs longer than usual, thanks to Zeff’s appearance, but it is just about to end when they hear a door opening off screen.

Sanji however doesn’t seem to notice, wrapped up in excitedly explaining what the All Blue he mentions in his bio on all his social media is to a new fan. This distraction would be his undoing.

From out of frame, a very familiar man to those who were fans of the Straw Hat Pirates as a whole appeared, sending those that noticed him into a tizzy.

It was the half naked, sweaty form of one Roronoa Zoro, the group’s resident sports addict, or as he was better known in the words of Sanji himself, ‘Directionally Challenged Mossbrain’, who often got lost and ended up being dragged back to the group by Sanji. He was also known to most as Sanji's rival.

The two were known for their spats, spitting insults and jabs at each other at the slightest slight or provocation, the arguments often devolving into brawls with kicks and hits thrown by Sanji and Zoro respectively. So it was a surprise to see the man so casually ambling about the house that was known to be shared by Sanji and his partner.

This surprise and interest continued as the man, who seemed to have just finished one of his morning workouts, walked up to Sanji as he used the towel around his neck to wipe away the sweat on his forehead.

The chat waited with bated breath for something to happen, for Sanji to snap and shout at him or something to break the tension created by the man's appearance.

And break it did, as the man bent his head down towards Sanji and tilted his face towards him, kissing him right on the lips, cutting off the man's words with the action.

The chat started screaming, filling with comments that rushed by quicker than the eye could catch. More viewers started appearing as people called their fellow fans in to see the shocking moment, the mods struggling to tame the hoards.

All this went unnoticed by the two lovers as Sanji melted into the kiss, seeming to forget where he was for a moment.

Finally they broke apart, a look of lovestruck bliss on Sanji's flushed face as he stared into his lover's eyes.

Only for him to redden furiously and start to bluster, flustered as he realized what just happened.

He started screaming, as a fans had foreseen, hitting Zoro as he shooed him away, the man calmly avoiding the hits as he scooped up an onigiri and moved away. Only to double back, calling Sanji's name, making him shout.

“What do you want, Marimo!”

At which his head was cradled and another kiss was bestowed on to his forehead, causing his squawking to redouble in its intensity and resulting in Zoro leaving his haloed kitchen chased by whatever objects were in reach that Sanji could throw.

Sanji finally calmed down at his disappearance, breathing heavily as he stared after the other man.

Finally he turned back to the screen.

A bright, furious blush creeped slowly across his face as he realized who exactly, had just seen the chaotic interaction.

He lunged forward, over the countertop and the stream ended abruptly, sending the viewers back into the waiting room, where they tittered to each other about what they had seen.

It was a moment that would not soon be forgotten, against Sanji's best wishes, and it was the most talked about, dramatic and chaotic coming out of any content creator.

Though despite its suddenness, all Zoro and Sanji's fans would agree that it was utterly, irrevocably, them.

We've come to the end, thank you for reading :) you might want to take a moment to rest your eyes before moving on

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trendywaifus · 11 months

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Stelle nsfw and sfw headcannons…Pleasewe

ye ye!! since you two buds said please-

— aaa being in a relationship with stelle is a ride. she’s so pretty and weird that you even wonder how someone like her exists. oh well, you ain’t complaining. despite her weird traits, when it comes to you, she’s protective and almost always seen by your side! she’s like a cat y’know?

— stelle flirts but it’s..pretty random? i feel like she doesn’t know how to be romantic all like that but tries her best in unintentional silly ways. like one time, she shows up at your cabin door in the middle of the night with a rose in her mouth casually asking to be let in. if you’re wearing an outfit that she never seen before and likes it, she’ll stare at you for the longest before commenting how good you look. she’ll prob say “ your butt fits nice in those pants, can i touch?”

— the way stelle looks at you whenever you’re around is adorable. march describes it as “a happy puppy who’s happy to see its owner! “

— def touch starved. every chance she gets to cuddle with you, she plops on top of you like a dead fish and now she’s apart of you. stelle’s pretty strong so if her arms are wrapped around you. . .good luck! also, please give her forehead kisses, it makes her all puddy inside and her love-sick grin is just precious.

— her kisses aren’t bad at all. they’re languid but a little sloppy since she’s ofc inexperienced. she’ll kiss you like that before and after missions, and in the heat of the moment like after a chase or fight; it grounds her.

— there’s a few times where stelle randomly suggested on making out with you behind a building during a mission and you just look at her like she took a dive in one of the trash cans on a street.

— you know that one idle when stelle is playing on her phone? yeah, imagine her challenging you to play with her and you almost always beat her. when she finally wins, for some reason she’s smug? like you’re sore loser, why so smug? she’d be the type to ask for a rematch and try to make you lose by casually using cheesy pick-up lines or making some random jokes that’s weirdly funny.

“ wow, i’m first place, again. “ you laughed, taking delight in seeing your girlfriend’s shoulders sag in defeat as she frowns at the sight of 2nd place in front of her name. “ losing in mario kart mobile is depressing, i know. it’s a skill issue though, the game’s easy. “ you shrugged, tucking your phone back into your pocket.

“ . . . .your mom. “ she mumbled.

your head whipped towards her, a look of surprised etched on your face. “ wh-what did you just say? did. .did you just make a mom joke, stelle? “ stelle clears her throat, golden eyes twinkling with mischief, she smiling cheekily, “ no, i obviously said good game, (name). “

nsfw

— stelle’s a service top and bottom so basically a switch. she prefers top though because she enjoys pleasing you. that dazed expression on your face; it’s almost like you’re seeing stars, she’s so enthralled by it. she’s so obsessed with the way you moan her name, she does whatever means necessary to hear your voice like a broken record in her ear.

— pervert! stelle is real. she’s sneaky with it, if you’re in the shower, she shamelessly undresses and invites herself. you won’t really realize she’s there until you hear the sliding door creak open and soon after, wandering hands makes theirselves known on your stomach then travels downward; hair ticking against your neck. she grins when you say her name in a breathless voice.

— she likes to touch herself and goes off at the mere thought of you alone. even when you’re asleep beside her, she can’t resist the urge in fingering herself while watching you sleep. she’s fine in relieving herself like this and doesn’t wanna wake you up. but sometimes, she gets a little too loud. is it on purpose in hopes of you waking up to help her out? maybe.

— i can imagine her throwing you a suggestive glance as you travel your fingers up her skirt from under a table, wandering a little too close to her cunt. she spreads her legs a little more, silently inviting you to go farther.

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai x reader #stelle x reader #honkai stelle #hsr x reader #hsr imagines #honkai star rail imagines

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 1 year

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Hello Neighbour

Pairing: DILF!Neighbour!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Next Chapter: Part 2

warnings: fluff, Dilf!Bucky (yes he is definitely a warning)

a/n: hey so this is just a concept which came to my mind and if you would like to see more of them, maybe there will be more 👀 for now, meet Bucky Barnes, your neighbour.

"Becca wait!" the three year old Barnes was chasing Alpine across the corridor. The two finally came to a stop in front of an apartment and Bucky followed quickly. Before the three could go back and before Becca could explain her random urge to run after their cat, you opened the door.

"Oh- um- hi there." The three outside your door momentarily closed their eyes as they took in the delicious smell coming from your apartment. You smiled to yourself.

"S-sorry miss, my cat, then my daughter were running while I was trying to catch up and they stopped here, I guess Alpine could smell the delicious fish you're cooking. Sorry for disturbing you." Bucky cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his head, standing up properly.

"That's alright" you chuckled. "Glad to know Alpine approves my cooking." the kitty cat purred softly, and the curious young girl looked at you with her bright blue eyes.

"Becca come on lets-"

"Did you all move in recently?" you asked the man.

"Yeah, this is more of a temporary adjustment before we find a better place." Bucky closed his eyes trying to realize why he would say that. "Not that I'm saying this isn't a good place, it's great, well maybe not great, but-"

"Daddy stop, you embawassing me" the kid announced and you couldn't help but laugh.

"It's alright, I get what you mean. Hope this place treats you nicely. Even if it's temporary."

Maybe the place wasn't so bad, had some good neigh- as in good qualities, Bucky thought.

"Would you all like to come in for lunch or dinner sometime?"

"Oh we don't wanna bother-"

"Yes pwease." Becca beat her father to it, and already made plans.

"Becs!!" she looked innocently at her father. "Gosh, you're such a smarty pants."

They were all so cute. The dad- okay control your emotions, and don't stare- you told yourself. You could see a small smirk on the man's face as he caught you staring.

"I'm Bucky, by the way. And this is Becca, and that's Alpine." You gave them your name with a smile.

"Lovely to meet you all." Becca waved at you as Alpine and her hurried back to their place. Bucky stood there a little longer. Not exchanging words, just looking at you with a charming smile. Becca got her eyes from her dad, you noticed.

"Well I guess I'll see you soon then, neighbour."

"You too, neighbour." With that Bucky made his way back as well. You couldn't help but look at him while he walked towards his apartment. He turned back and your cheeks heated up, being caught again. With another gorgeous smirk, and a barely there wink, the man went inside his flat, and so did you.

"You were right Becs, this is a nice place."

#bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #dilf bucky barnes #dad bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes alpine #alpine #alpine barnes #neighbour bucky barnes #neighbor bucky barnes

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augustinapril · 10 months

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Very random the Outsiders headcanons

warnings: mentions of really bad food combination, throwing up, insects, scratching & picking at skin, loud chewing, fears, please lmk if I forgot something!!

all created w/ @luvmarsbars & @stqrluvr !

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To begin with we have food headcanons:

They all have a certain tastes in pizza!!

Johnny really likes olives on his pizza, like he just loves it.

Darry is a chicken bacon ranch pizza guy. it's his favorite pizza.

Dally really likes supreme pizzas but he can't stand pineapple on pizza. other than that he doesn't care.

Two bit LOVES pineapple on pizza, it's one of his favorites. (he argues w/ dally about it constantly). Him and Steve have no pickiness when it comes to pizza or food in general .

Ponyboy on the other hand is a VERY picky eater (me too man me too).

like he can't stand spicy foods, won't touch olives within an inch of his his life, has to have the edges of his sandwhiches cut off, won't eat pizza crust unless it's stuffed crust, hates cooked vegetables, the list goes on.

Ponyboy loves breadsticks!! it's one of the few foods he genuinely really loves. Same with pickles.

Steve is 100% the kid who you could pay to eat the gross food combinations that people came up with during lunch. yk, like the beans in milk? he would eat that. no hesitation.

Sodapop doesn't like soda because of the carbonation. (again that's me too I don't like drinking soda bc the fizz hurts my mouth).

Darry and Two bit are both lactose intolerant, Darry's just isn't as bad as Two's. Two bit does NOT care though because he loves eating lactose.

Also he loves BBQ sauce, Soda likes ketchup, and Pony loves ranch. like he LOVES it. he was the kid to eat it straight up.

Dallas hates sour foods, he can not stand pickles. He also hates fish, like he doesn't like sea food at all.

Dally also doesn't like mint, his favorite type of gum is watermelon.

He also is the type of person to chew with his mouth open. Like he didn't even realize he was doing it at first until people pointed it out. Then he did it to annoy them, especially Pony.

Ponyboy will get irritated and tell him to chew with his mouth shut and Dally would move his head so he was chewing directly into Pony's ear.

Johnny has random food cravings. like peanut butter on pickles, mustard on ice cream, etc. Pony has to hold back the urge to throw up.

Steve put sugar on his popcorn. he was also the type of person to have popcorn with his ice cream and m&ms and torn up pieces of candy bars & chocolate syrup, and probably maple syrup. he would throw any kind of sweet know to man into a bowl of ice cream and eat it.

Two bit really likes seafood. like he loves fish sticks.

Johnny was allergic to eggs and peaches as a kid. He isn't as much now, but he can't eat peaches anyway because he doesn't like the way they taste.

Headcanons w/ them and certain animals (dogs, cats, insects, etc.):

Darry loves dogs. He loves them and he really doesn't like cats because he thinks they're more of a hassle to take care of. Ponyboy loves cats and would rather have one than a dog. Sodapop loves both.

I saw someone else say Dally is scared of dogs and I just couldn't agree more. He really doesn't like them, and he isn't much of a cat person. He loves snakes though, like if he had the chance to have a pet snake he would 100% have one.

Ponyboy is terrified of any/all insects & bugs, including butterfly. He's allergic to bees as well.

He screams bloody murder if he sees a spider in the house and he HAS to be in a different room if there is one.

Johnny on the other hand isn't scared of them at all. He was the kid who would cry if someone squished a spider, so whenever Ponyboy is freaking out over one he will either a.) calmly pick it up and move it out of the house. or b.) be trying to capture it and tell ponyboy that it keeps moving so its hard to catch.

Then Darry would come in with a cup and paper and call them sissies.

Dally tormented Pony because of his fear of bugs. He would actually chase Pony around with a bug for his own enjoyment.

Miscellany headcanons:

Dallas finds horror movies hilarious. Like he isn't scared of them one bit and is completely unbothered. Johnny and Pony will be clinging to eachother during one and Dally is all like, "Cmon man, it's not even that scary!"

Johnny is afraid of thunderstorms and the dark. Like genuinely he is actually so scared of them.

Both Dally and Johnny bounce their legs when they're sitting, especially if they're nervous about something.

Ponyboy picks at the skin around his nails and Johnny scratches his hands a lot when he's nervous, neither of them really realize they're doing it.

Pony can't stand sherpa. like if the last remaining blanket was sherpa, he would rather sleep without a blanket.

Pony isn't the biggest fan of heights or rollercoasters and Soda doesn't like carnival rides that spin because they make him nauseous.

Dallas would rather die than use sunscreen, he absolutely hates it. Ponyboy loves sunscreen.

Two bit burns really easily. like he'll be outside for 30 minutes and he's already getting sunburnt.

Johnny doesn't go anywhere without his Jean jacket, it's his comfort item.

Steve was the kid to chew on his hoodie strings and his pencils. He couldn't have a wooden pencil without it having so many bite marks in it.

Darry cracks like every single one of his bones and it is so LOUD. He'll twist so he can stretch his back and it'll sound like if firecrackers and rice crispies had a baby.

#the outsiders #headcanons #the outsiders headcanons #dallas winston #dally winston #darry curtis #darrell curtis #sodapop curtis #two bit mathews #steve randle #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #ponyboy headcanons #ponyboy curtis imagine #dallas winston headcanons #darry curtis imagine #sodapop headcanons #outsiders headcanons #the outsiders imagine

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years

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Hey! I couldn't find any rules or anything so feel to ignore this if you want, but I really liked that slowly turning yandere ask so could you do that with with Azul, Idia, and Jade separately please? Or just the first two if it's too much, thank you!

Azul Ashengrotto

It makes sense that this one is slow

Azul is calculative and really sensitive

It’ll first start when he returns the photo

In the window between putting it back and coming back to Night Raven

“O. M. G. You are so. Freaking. Cute!!!”

You are cooing at this image he had tried so hard to erase

He’ll blush probably expecting you to just be someone who was overreacting

But come to find your just really vocal when your comfortable

“What a glow up, though? Went from -cinnabun to almost-a-sugardaddy-hun!”

He’s practically spitting out his drink as your looking at some other old photos that escaped his purge

From there he’s frantically trying to rationalize

Going to reaffirm his discovery by urging responses from you

“Prefect would you mind, telling me what exactly makes me, supposedly, ‘a snack’”

“Oh it's definitely your beauty mark, or maybe its your style, or its definitely your eyes literally like periwinkle diamonds.”

“T-thanks!”

He’s so whipped

And as uncomfortable as he may seem he is living off of the near-heatstroke embarrassment he goes through

And even when he’s not nearly passing out from your words

He loves how sweet you are in general

When he’s not baiting you for a response you just compliment him when he’s doing random stuff

“Hey Azul, can you explain this concept to me? You’re like really smart and I-”

“Fine, but you have to come to the Monstro lounge while you work through this sheet.”

This feeling is his

And he’s more than eager to bind anyone in a deadly contract because they feel this way

Forget about sending the leech twins

He’s doing it themselves

He’ll get more bolder the more you are encroached upon

“Would you be so kind as to compliment me. I’ve been feeling especially perturbed lately.”

Jade Leech

He notices you when you’re investigating for Magift tournament

He thought it was cute to see a weak little shrimpy trying to solve big-fish problems

From then on he keeps an eye out

You’re always up to something so it's entertaining to keep updated on your activities

“You…look pretty good with an eel-tail?”

He finds himself surprisingly shocked by you

Whether its cause you whisper your real thoughts loud enough for him to hear

Or because you actually had the balls to fight Azul

His intrigue turns to love

As he drinks in your compassion and care for your friends

And just general demeanor

He follows you on his own time

Mountaineers club?

No, (Y/n)’s club

His love for you stems into his love for learning about the land and its properties

So the flower you sat on during gym

Keeping that in his pocket forever

The rock you looked at that reminded you of your friend

Analyzed it then Crushed it but kept the pieces to study for later

He won’t outwardly chase off those around you

But he has no problem picking off the ones you're sure not to notice

Everynow and then he’ll invite you on a hike

Or give you a pass to the Monstrolounge

If only to be allowed to feel study you more closely

“Would you care to join me for a nature walk? I promise this is purely innocent.”

Idia Shroud

It's a long standing love that blooms at your appearance

He initiates it on his own

As one of the heads at STYX he’s encouraged to study the unkown about overblots

What's wrong with venturing a little

“This is just like that one anime…”

Interdimensional travel, a refusal of your existence, and alongside a monster

Truly a live manifestation of something he would be watching

So cameras placed outside your dorm

And Ortho’s livefeed should he see you on his rounds

“Oh sorry didn’t mean to bump into you!”

Its an accident

So minor you don’t really recount it as the first time you spoke to him

But he does

Ooh he does

When you just graze your hand as you pick up his fallen book

or how you press your hand against his arm under his sleeve as you checked to make sure he’s alright

It takes everything in him to fight the nosebleed that threatens to creep up

“Ah, are you sick?”

“N-no. I gotta go!”

He runs off but that isn’t the end

Far from it

He realizes that perhaps this supposed isekai protagonist was really the love interet for the genius otaku

Well he’ll want to make sure that he knows everything about you for when he does gain the courage to woo you

So now the cameras are in your room, in the bathroom…another in your room

He slowly delves into his fantasy of a romance between you and him

But he’s not completely delusional

And he’s not so caught up in his fantasy that he doesn’t have a plan

Oh no

He has multiple plans for multiple possibilities

When he finally does get to talk with you immediately the plan that included forcefully taking you is dismissed

….kinda…

“(Y/n)’s not like the other npcs…their the target, Ortho. That’s why I have to do this.”

#yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderes #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere jade leech #yandere idia shroud #yandere idia x reader #yandere jade x reader #yandere azul x reader #twisted wonderland #twst

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maydayissleepy · 8 months

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A list of the most useless random hcs about the twins (ft. Cyrus occasionally) that I've sent to my friend who was cursed with the burden of receiving my visions

- If Acronix, Krux, and Cyrus played monopoly together it would end in arguments between Krux and Cyrus. Acronix is the race car. This is non negotiable.

-Acronix would absolutely attempt to stand on the wall in a gravitron carnival ride

-if you gave Acronix a lazer pointer he would immediately shine it directly into his eyes

- Krux can cook really well, and if in an au where both of the twins get a redemption, I can see him trying to teach Acronix how to cook too

- Acronix and Cyrus would watch Barbieheimer

- in refrence to the Fnaf pizzeria simulator game, Acronix would think the ballpit mini game is the funniest thing ever

-Acronix has the vibes of a cat that you'd have to hold back from stealing your food

-Krux would be godly skilled at tetris

- Acronix would love abbreviating words while texting so he could text Faster but eventually his texts become borderline incomprehensible

-Acronix is a true listener of every type of music. You could put on any genre and he's groovin.

-Acronix would love beyblades and the Beat Saber game

- Acronix would like sour candies and hard candies (because it's a colorful tasty rock you're allowed to eat). Therefore his favorite candy would be a juicy drop pop.

- Krux knows Morse code

-It would be so realistic for Acronix to just get sick during his first week in the modern era due to like. Not being used to the new modern germs or whatever. And to whoever did that one fanfic I'm forgetting your name at the moment I do agree that Acronix would be so dramatic about being sick. Sickly victorian child vibes. He could get the slightest fever and suddenly he's bedridden asking to be brought outside into the sunlight one last time before the illness takes hold

-on a similar thread Acronix is the kind of person who, if you tell him he has internal bleeding, would be like oh okay that's fine, that's where the blood is supposed to be.

-Krux has probably accidentally drank oil a few times while working on his steam bots

- Acronix cannot resist the urge to bite into a glowstick. It's his curse.

- I have concluded that, in terms of beach activities, Acronix would be a Sports In The Sand kind of guy except on a day where the waves were especially strong, he would run in there immediately for the danger. He would probably also end up digging a giant hole just for the hell of it. Krux would be fishing// wants to be on a boat. And tbh Krux would love collecting sea shells as well but hate that sand gets everywhere.

-If you've made it this far here's a bonus doodle

#ninjago acronix #mayday's the eleventh hour #ninjago krux #theres a few gems in here i swear

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harveyb-wabbit92 · 2 years

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Funny things overheard on Gear Station PA: Pt. 2

Ingo: Attention Passengers, I can't believe I have to repeat this! But, Please, PLEASE. Don't stick out you arm out and wave at the trains to make them stop! You will break or lose your arm! It has happened! We were almost sued! Keep your appendages behind the yellow line at all times!

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Emmet: Emergency, EMERGENCY!! Pregnant woman in labor! Pregnant woman in labor on the south-bound line!!! And she's breaking my throwing hand! -- --OH ARC! I SEE THE HEAD!?

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Ingo: I didn't think this was possible, but, No skateboarding up the down escalators!

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Emmet: Attent-...Y'know what? Screw it, who the hell brings a portable grill onto the Subway, uses it to grill fish; stinkin' up the cars! Then ditches the damn thing for us to clean up?! When I find you, you better have a bike, cos you ain't riding my on trains no more!

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Ingo: *ahem* Attention: would the couple who challenge the Double-battle line, please return platform 4? You forgot your baby! (baby babbles) Oh no, don't chew on my tie. (radio turns off.)

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Emmet: A reminder to passengers, our depot agents are not babysitters, They are paid to help run the train station, not watch your kids so you can go shopping! They have every right to report your child as abandoned after four hours... So curb the hissy-fit, and go get your kid at the police station!

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Ingo: *singing* Heart arches by the number, troubles by the score, everyday you love me less, Each day I lov- *panic*...IS THIS THING ON?! (radio turns off, passengers groan in disappointment.)

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Emmet: *singing* Country roads, take me home to the place I belong!~ West Nimbassss, What?-...*someone tells Emmet his mics on.* Yes I know it's on, why do you thin- {radio turns off)

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Emmet: Attention! the entry stairs are not a carpark! the entry stairs are not a carpark!

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Ingo: Please don't cut your hair on the train, it's a safety hazard!

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Emmet: Please, use the bathroom before stepping on the train! Don't defecate on the train! It's gross and a biohazard! We don't want to clean your crap! That goes garbage too! toss it in a bin, you animals!

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Ingo: Attention passengers there'll be slight delay in-... Who are you? *a random lady requests a song* No, I won't sing Sinatra's My Way! This is a train not a karaoke bar! Go back to your seat ma'am! (He ends up singing it after the lady sends their child up to ask.)

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Emmet: *singing* Spinarak-man, Spinarak-man does whatever a Spinarak can!~

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Ingo: Attention passengers! I apologize for the the repulsive odor emanating from the battle car. *gags* Subway boss Emmet suffers from a form lactose intolerance. And he accidentally used the wrong milk for his cereal this morning. Ple *Urg*... Please vacate the train in calm manner, and come back in about two hours... Again, I apologize!

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Ingo: To the tough-guy who threw his glass soda bottle at my pregnant wife's head, because and I quote "She's an ugly bitch who wouldn't give me her number." Please come meet me outside...Now.

{Someone left in a ambulance that day...And it wasn't Ingo.}

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Ingo: No lightsaber battles in the aisles. Yes! Emmet and Elesa, I'm talking about you!

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Emmet: Don't try to pet or pick up the purple Sneasels! Yes they look cute, but you'll regret it! I know I did.

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Ingo: Please don't touch or capture any of the 420 Joltiks you see wandering around the station! Emmet will know he keeps count!

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Emmet: Please! stop getting frisky on the subway people! I understand the thrill of it all, but Arc sake! We're the ones who have to clean up after you! Erk! Seriously find a hotel or something, Nimbasa's a verrry big and accommodating city!

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#Shippers DNI #pokemon incorrect quotes #submas #tw: suggestive #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #gym leader elesa #nimbasa trio #gear station #subway bosses #pokemon #milk makes Emmet gassy #subway boss ingo x reader

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oricreature · 14 days

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Okay so I'm in a Candela Obscura campaign, and I play an old fisherman named Brines.

The place our base is has some really messed up fish, but he wants to keep fishing, so I roll a check to do it, and then get a random number between 79-174

That number equates to one Dredge abberation and my GM puts a spin on it and then I cook it.

It's like I'm eldritch Senshi, cooking the worst fish maybe ever.

The most recent one was a Bearded Mackerel

Its tendrils move after death and my GM said that if you cut them off, they grow new fish, so Brines is going to basically potato farm these fish

Literally eldritch Senshi, I love him

Also I got a compass that tracks magic, so I followed it, and saw The Fish King, a mass of fish (like a rat king of fish) that stared at me and it urged me to get into the water, barely didnt

My weapons are a flare gun and a fishing pole

Both were used to large effect last session

(Context is probably needed here, we have a text rp for people hanging around base between assignments, that's when I go fishing, not during sessions)

Also I've sorta adopted the traumatized doctor of the group after I accidentally gave them a phobia of water, and then inadvertently triggered that phobia a few times

#also Brines is constantly dripping sea water #he also always wears a yellow rainjacket #candela obscura #dungeon meshi

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kayrockerqog · 4 months

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Tyranno Kenzan (Hassleberry) Headcanons 🦖💥

Because the inner machinations of my mind urge me to go feral, as I do, over this boy. Enjoy my madness.

He's very familiar with plant life, to the point of knowing their scientific names and being able to recognize edible plants and herbs in the wild. He's confused Syrus and Jaden many times by picking a plant seemingly at random and munching on it as they walk back to the dorms.

He has this innate ability to sense when it's going to rain/storm, both because of his leg tensing/aching and he gets HORRID migraines when the weather changes significantly. And he despises them. He doesn't like being dizzy.

Doubly, his leg cramps far more that he gives off, but he doesn't want to bring it up most of the time. Jim's the only one that's noticed, because Karen will nuzzle her head against Tyranno's leg when it's sore.

[Cut for the sake of breaking up the text!!]

He gives such blatant neurodivergent vibes, like that is an autistic man right there!!! but the notable parts of it are him being the type to communicate with/subconsciously stim through growls and grunts, especially when trying to focus, and he chews stuff (his necklace, fingernails, pencils, random ass stick he found outside-)

He really likes creature feature films!!! He has a small collection of collectors edition copies of movies in the genre, and outside of Jurassic Park, his favorite is the original Godzilla.

On the subject of movies, he cries so easily at them. Like during any peak emotional moment, my man would be tearing up without THINKING ABOUT IT

He has an internal list of all of his friends' birthdays, music tastes and food preferences ^^ as the token mom friend does

If the others are ever running late for something, he'll just scoop them up and start SPRINTING, like man's got no chill, he WILL lift you like a bag of cement onto his shoulder and RUN

He absolutely HATES VR headsets, they only make his migraines come back, and they're also too high-tech for him,,

He can talk to Karen. Like, the two have full on conversations while Jim's doing something nearby. Jim would be working on homework and in the background its back and forth growling.

Every. Single. Time. They go to the beach, he will run off and start digging a hole in the sand. No purpose, he just digs. And usually Jim and O'Brien join him!

I imagine he was raised in a home that operated on the "take care of your own stuff first, but help when you can" discipline, and while he's happy to do stuff for his buds, they're not immune to a lecture on responsibility every now and then

He has a dino-themed apron and he's a stress baker, something Judai and the others discovered during his first exam season.

Additionally, I imagine he started spending more time with Prof. Sartyr (the Ra dorm leader) after their duel, where they get to cook together and he expands on his already decent homemaker skills.

Yes I said homemaker skills, that man is a malewife and a PROUD one and I will stand by it.

⬆️⬆️⬆️⬆️ EXHIBIT A HE LOOKS SO HAPPY ABOUT IT!!!

I was informed by some lovely Discord people that he has some fascination with mob/yakuza films, and I can't unsee the idea of him throwing in some gangster phrases mid-duel. Like he comes out with the "swimming with the fishes" and everything.

(Which, sidenote, I also imagine he was super offended by the one Society of Light duelist who talked like a gangster and got a little snobby about it-)

He signs his name by drawing a little dinosaur in the "R" of "Tyranno". I know he does he told me himself.

Similar to the stuff with Karen, he's the kind of person to respond to animal noises with similar noises. Like, he meows back at Pharaoh when he meows.

He has a horrible poker face, and is generally not a great liar. He's easy to read since he's such a physically emotive person.

Rock. Collection. He absolutely has a small pile of rocks with fossils on them in his room somewhere.

I wrote most of these a long time ago but some are newer as a result of me needing to chill~ School is hell, I almost wish I was at Duel Academy instead,,

I think I might do posts like these with all my main favourite characters from all my franchises, lemme know what y'all think :>

#yugioh gx #ygo gx #tyranno hassleberry #tyranno kenzan #kay's headcanons #(yeah im giving it a tag now fuck it)

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neptunes-sol-angel · 2 years

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Messages From your Dreams ☁️🌌

This is a pick a card reading meant to give you insight about what your dreams are trying to tell you.

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Pile One

Possible things that you're seeing in your dreams: your mother or a maternal figure, disney characters, anger, rocks, forrests and other outdoor scenery, synchronicities involving the number five, trapped, grief, loss, being watched or you witnessing something, technology, leaves, falling, stork, music, weird symbols, premonitions, an account balance, an eclipse.

Your dreams are manifestations of guilt that you feel over something or someone that was lost. There's a need to stop trapping yourself with resentment over situations that were out of your control. "I could've done something"—"I could've done this"—"I could've done that". There's a specific case that I'm picking up where childhood wounds are resurfacing, maybe you had a parent that showed disdain for you instead of love and support, maybe you're thinking of all of the ways that you could've defended yourself from them, but your subconscious is urging you to release the anger that you feel. It's ok to be angry with what happened to you, but your anger is being misdirected. You're mirroring the same harshness that was inflicted onto you by becoming your own oppressor. It's time to take initiative for a new beginning for your healing by taking note of what was missing that you really needed growing up, and taking that Intel to reparent and nurture yourself. Use this self awareness and knowledge for breaking free from your pain, instead of using it for revenge. Justice will correct this situation faster when you release.

Pile Two

Possible things that you're seeing in your dreams: Luna moths, bodies of water, water running down the sink, random rays of light, deities (strongly picking up Aphrodite), cigarettes, fairies, slow motion, an ambush, space closing in on you, grandfather clock, delicate hands, someone gesturing you to come forward, someone offering you something, really long vines, or giant plants.

Your dreams are trying to convey to you that you need to pause before going forward with something. Maybe you're in a tight situation or running out of time with something so you're clinging to the first approaching opportunity that seems like a solution for you. Your dreams are trying to reassure to relax, that you're safe, and you have time. You could be overworking yourself or spending too much time looking at a screen and it's messing with your anxiety. Rest both your mind and your eyes by taking a much needed break, you've done enough, now let your higher power do their part by showing you that what's for you is not going to leave you hanging. They're also urging you to have more trust in your spiritual team. Free fall in your life with faith that your guides will catch you.

Pile Three

Possible things that you're seeing in your dreams: mermaids, sugar gliders, content creating (streaming), other fuzzy animals, yin/yang sign, black and white, skunk, Jupiter, Saturn, auras, village, fish, medieval environment (maybe a past life memory), new york, secret agent, armadillo, feathers.

Your dreams are trying to confirm your suspicions about someone or at least warning you about someone who is who they appear to be. You could be gaslighting yourself in fear of people gaslighting you if you spoke up to them about this person and what's been happening. But I'm feeling some frustration here that could be from your guides. They want you to stop going to other people for their discernment when yours is basically screaming at you but you're choosing not to listen because you don't want to be looked at as someone that's crazy or projecting. Trust your first impressions of people, because I'm feeling that you had it right the first time about a certain individual who's problematic and untrustworthy. There's deception around you, but it's coming mainly from yourself by choosing to avoid your intuition. You don't need confirmations or validations from a crowd. Allow this lesson to reveal to you on how much you haven't been putting yourself first, choose yourself without worrying about who stays or leaves.

Pile Four

Possible things that you're seeing in your dreams: rain, nebulae, masks, joker/trickster/fox/white rabbit/something that you're following around, orange juice, citrus fruits, bubbles, peaches, grapes, crystals, fossils, Mario coins, bees.

Your dreams are telling you that your efforts are not in vain and that it will pay off in the near future. Your hard work is going to bring in something abundant whether that be a breakthrough in your financial situation or recognition for something that you've been passionately investing in. You could be experiencing fatigue or burn-out but your dreams are symbolically representing something that will motivate you and reward you for your patience. It'll be a significant change that will make you have more gratitude in your life because what was troubling you before will not be troubling you now. Your dreams are also trying to evoke more confidence in your abilities to make stuff happen in your life which could look like, cultivating your ideas into something real, or getting back up on your feet again after something that knocked you down for the longest.

#divination #intuitive #psychic #pick a card #oracle #spirituality #tarot #pac #pick a pile #pick a picture #psychic readings #free readings #dreams #tarot community #tarotblr

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rainbow-flavoured-skittles · 30 days

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Hey Mom, Dead Mom

Chapter 2: No more playing daddy’s game, I’ll go insane if things don’t change

I suffered for this chapter. it was fighting me every single step of the way but it’s finally finished. I can rest now. this isn’t as dark as the last chapter but Cole is running away in this, so it’s still not very happy. also I did indeed make a couple of random ocs because how else was I supposed to advance the plot? they’re not returning any time soon. as always, this is cross posted to ao3

Cole got on the plane to MOSPA at exactly eleven in the morning on a Sunday. He traveled alone — Dad was unable to come with him. Other people at the airport gave strange looks to the unaccompanied twelve-year-old, reminding him of the looks he got after Mom died. “Oh, why is that little boy all alone? So strange,” and then they’d go about their day, not giving him a second thought.

The flight attendant in front of him right now was doing just that. “No parents?” She asked, face mildly concerned.

Cole shook his head. “I’m going to visit my grandma, but Dad couldn’t come,” he lied. Cole was good at lying. He’d done it a lot these past few years; you couldn’t take care of yourself the way Cole had without at least some lying.

The attendant gave him a small smile. Maddy, her name tag read. “Well, if you need anything, just call.”

“Okay, thanks, Ms.”

Maddy nodded and continued walking, greeting the other passengers. Cole fidgeted in his seat. The fabric covering it was itchy and the seatbelt was too tight. The man sitting next to him scrolled through his phone, music blaring loudly, and the old lady behind him was snoring. Not even off the ground yet and this flight was already torture. Cole resisted the urge to groan.

It was only a two hour flight, Cole could do this. But he hated planes so much — always had. Not being on the ground made him feel ill, and every bit of turbulence was terrifying. At least he had the window seat, though that didn’t do much to soothe his nerves. Being able to see how high up he was might make Cole feel worse.

The crackling of a speaker interrupted his panicking. The sounds it made were loud and screechy. “Please fasten your seatbelts and put all devices on airplane mode. We will be taking off shortly,” the announcements said.

Finally. Cole dug through his backpack and found his book. Fish in a Tree, the title read. He’d found it at the school book sale but had never gotten around to reading it. Now was his chance.

He’d barely gotten past the first chapter before they took off. Cole actually felt it when they did — it was like getting severed from a part of him. He felt sick, though throwing up wouldn’t achieve anything. It would probably make him feel worse. Cole settled for putting the book down and staring blankly at the seat in front of him instead. He wouldn’t be able to focus on the book, or anything at all, not when his stomach was lurching so badly.

Just two hours, he told himself. Then I can collapse on a bed and sleep. He repeated those words over and over like a mantra.

As it turned out, Cole was not able to immediately sleep once he arrived at MOSPA, because he had to check in. Check in, as if the school was a hotel. Or maybe a prison, which would be much more accurate.

“It’s great that you’re here, Nicholas,” the secretary smiled cheerily as she typed on her computer. “I’m sure you’ll love this school. We’re all one big family.”

Yeah, right. Every time a school said that they didn’t mean anything by it. In fact, it meant there was probably all sorts of bullying that went ignored. “It’s just Cole, not Nicholas. Nobody calls me that,” Cole said. He hated his full name — who agreed to let his grandfather pick it out? ‘Nicholas’ was an old-person name from at least a hundred years ago.

“Okay, then, Cole. I’ve got your dorm number and schedule here,” the secretary printed out a sheet of paper. “Do you need a map of the school?”

Cole shook his head. He had spent some of the flight looking at the floor plans and they were seared into his brain at this point. “I’ll be fine, thank you,” he hurried out before she could offer to have someone show him around. He didn’t want that kind of forced social interaction.

The dormitories were not hard to find, not with the giant sign that pointed to where they were. Cole opened the door, cursing when it was stuck, and shoved everything to the side before closing it again. He didn’t see a roommate anywhere, but it was a weekend, so everyone was probably out. That was good, it meant he had a couple hours alone; he could use the time to unpack and explore the school.

Cole shoved all his clothes into the closet and shoes under the bed. MOSPA had a strict uniform policy, so he wouldn’t be able to wear any casual clothing, nor his combat boots. That was a shame — he really liked those boots. They had served well when he got into fights. And they added another sorely needed three inches to his height, another advantage.

Any books that he’d brought were put onto the desk. Items such as stationery and notebooks were placed in drawers. Miscellaneous trinkets were placed in a box under the bed and his toiletries in another box. Cole pushed the suitcases into the corner. There wasn’t anywhere else to put them, but he’d figure it out later. Right now he wanted to take a nap and not wake up for a month. Screw exploring the school, he could do that tomorrow.

Cole closed the curtains, pulled the covers over his head, and went to sleep.

MOSPA, as Cole found out in the span of a month, was its own special brand of hell. The students there hated Cole for always messing up and acting strange, as if grieving for a loved one was something to make fun of. The teachers hated him for not talking or making eye contact and always zoning out. Everybody seemed to agree that he was the weird kid who should be avoided at all costs. His roommate, a kid named John, disliked him enough that he asked to be put in a different dorm.

“Thanks for messing up again, Brookstone,” one of his classmates sneered. Brant Green, yet another asshole who existed to make Cole miserable. “You ruined the whole performance.”

It hadn’t been Cole’s fault. Another student had purposefully tripped him, causing him to fall and knock over several people. “Yeah, I did. What’s your point?” He tried not to flip off Brant. That would just cause more trouble, trouble he couldn’t risk. The teachers hated him enough already.

“How’d you even get into this school? I thought you needed to have talent to get in,” Brant spat.

“Do I look like I want to be here? I hate this place,” Cole stood up and glared at the taller boy. Brant was a good head taller than him, unfortunately.

Brant didn’t seem to know what to say to that. Perhaps he’d thought Cole was going here willingly, though how he’d come to that conclusion was a mystery. He gave Cole another sneer and walked away.

Cole rolled his eyes and went back to his lunch. For all its faults, at least this school had good food. The chicken salad was pretty tasty.

A large group chattered next to him. One of them gave him the side eye. “That’s the Brookstone kid,” she said, loud enough for Cole to hear. “His dad’s a Royal Blacksmith. Isn’t it weird how he didn’t get any of the family talent?”

Cole scowled and looked down at the table. He stabbed his lunch with more force than was needed.

“Nicholas Brookstone to the office, Nicholas Brookstone to the office,” a speaker sounded. All eyes turned to him. Cole looked down at the floor and wondered if he could just die right there in the cafeteria. It would save everyone a lot of trouble.

A kid coughed from the table in front of him. Awkward, Cole thought. What had he done this time? There wasn’t anything recent he’d done to warrant this.

It took five minutes for the school to realise he wasn’t moving any time soon. They all went back to their conversations, and Cole snuck out the side entrance. He had always been good at going unnoticed.

Cole walked through the halls briskly and knocked on the office door. He was let in by the guidance counsellor, a lady in her forties with platinum blonde hair. “Nicholas, we need to talk about your behaviour,” she said as they sat down.

“I haven’t been in any more fights,” Cole said. It was true.

“Your teachers say that you don’t pay any attention in class and that you’re not following instructions. It has nothing to do with your peers.”

“I’m trying my best, okay?” Cole snapped. Why couldn’t anyone just listen for once? He was trying, he’d been trying for ages.

“Then how come your grades are so low? This is one of the top arts schools in Ninjago, Nicholas. We expect better.” The counsellor had a mask of false concern on. Cole kind of wanted to punch it off.

“It’s not Nicholas, it’s Cole. And I am trying,” Cole gritted out.

“Your grades are barely scraping fifty percent.”

“So?”

The counsellor frowned. “If you don’t start doing better, you may get expelled.”

“Would that be such a bad thing?” Cole said under his breath. Then to the counsellor, “I’m sorry. I’ll do better.” She might be suspicious of the sudden change of pace, but Cole couldn’t care less. He just wanted to get out of the office.

The counsellor nodded and fixed her glasses. “That’s all for today, Nicholas. You can go to class now.”

She didn’t even bother to get his name right. “Thanks,” Cole marched out the door.

Cole stared down at his exam results and wondered if he was dreaming. Forty percent average, the paper said. A fail. He’d managed to do so badly that his average wasn’t even fifty.

Dad’s going to kill me, he thought. Dad expected at least nineties, and this definitely wasn’t it. He’d be grounded until his thirtieth birthday, if he lived that long.

The only subject that had above sixty was visual arts. The teacher for that class was nice — he understood Cole’s struggles and gave him all the time he needed. It wouldn’t make Dad overlook all the other failures, though.

The paper crinkled under his grip. Cole blinked the tears out of his eyes and shoved the paper into his folder. His classmates were conversing all around him, comparing grades and bragging about what they’d gotten. The teacher sat at her desk on the computer. Nobody would notice if he went to the washroom and never returned, hopefully.

Cole got up and walked to the front. “Ms. Jackson, may I please go to the washroom?”

The teacher nodded distractedly and waved her hand. “Yes.”

Cole grabbed his belongings and slipped out the door. He hadn’t taken a hall pass, not when the teacher would notice it missing. She wouldn’t know he was gone, but she would notice the hall pass. The teachers here were strange like that.

He opened the door to his dorm and collapsed on the ground. How was he going to explain his grades to his dad, much less the teachers? He could already hear the lecture. “Your mother would be so disappointed in you, Cole. What happened to all that potential?”

Then again, Dad didn’t pay attention to him. Cole doubted he even remembered that he existed; Dad was too busy partying. Maybe he could burn the report card and pretend it didn’t exist.

Or… Cole’s thoughts drifted to a snide comment Brant had made a few months ago. “Why don’t you just run away? Nobody would miss you — we’d be happy to see you gone.”

Cole had ignored him at the time. It was just another uncreative insult from the stereotypical bully. But it wasn’t exactly a bad idea. As strict as the school was, Cole knew all the weak spots in its system. It was easy to sneak out and never return. And he’d been thinking about leaving and never coming back for ages. This was just the final straw.

“All right, then. Guess Brant gets his wish,” Cole said. No one responded, of course — he was all alone. But talking to himself was a habit. Cole got up and went to the closet, finding the duffel bag he used to use for camping. He blew the dust off and packed anything that seemed useful. A flashlight, multiple sets of clothes, a reusable water bottle, that box of granola bars he’d bought a month ago, all the cash he had.

More food would need to be picked up from the school cafeteria, he decided. And he’d need to find a sleeping bag somehow. But everything else was ready. Cole could leave during the night — he refused to call it running away, he wasn’t running from anything — it was easier that way. This was the best option, he told himself.

Cole snuck out as soon as it was dark. He didn’t need to avoid any roommates, thankfully — anyone who’d been placed with him had moved out. It took a few minutes for him to write a letter to Jay. His best friend didn’t deserve to have him disappearing without warning, though they hadn’t been best friends since before Mom’s death. He put it in the outgoing mail on the way out, sealed with a blue sticker. Jay would know what that meant.

He took the back exit and walked down the road to the bus stop. The city’s streets were dimly lit, people rushing past him to get home. A couple looked at him curiously but didn’t stop him. A drunk man sat down next to him on the bench as they waited. Dogs barked in the distance and a truck drove past. It was peaceful, Cole thought. The most peaceful he’d been in a while.

The bus arrived just after midnight. Cole got on and paid for a ticket to the next town over. He could find a sleeping bag and extra clothes there, and the further away he got the better. He was finally leaving MOSPA and his dad behind, and he wouldn’t be stopped by something as simple as not having basic supplies.

Running away wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. All the books made it seem easy — there was no mention of sleeping in alleys, or trying not to get mugged, or having to do odd jobs to get money. Thank goodness for Ninjago’s lax law enforcement; nobody would have hired a thirteen-year-old if the police were good at their job. Especially a thirteen-year-old who may or may not be on the missing persons list. Cole still wasn’t sure if anyone had noticed him missing.

Cole shouldered his backpack as he walked away from Jamanakai Village. He’d managed to find work at a local restaurant a few weeks prior and had finally saved up enough money to get somewhere else. He wasn’t quite sure where his next destination would be, but for now he planned to go back to the mountain range near Ninjago City. He deserved a break, and climbing was therapeutic. The city having a lot of people to pickpocket was just a bonus.

Jamanakai was isolated, unfortunately. It would be an entire day before Cole could get to a more urban area and find a bus stop. He knew there wasn’t a lot of point in travelling so often, of course, but Cole couldn’t shake the feeling that if he didn’t keep moving, someone would find him and bring him back to MOSPA. He couldn’t let that happen. And it kept his mind off of Mom and Dad. Nope, not thinking of that today, Cole thought. It was a good day and he wasn’t going to ruin it.

“Probably enough money for a ticket to Ninjago City,” Cole muttered. “Then it’s just some hitchhiking.”

Not a difficult journey, really. Cole continued on.

The mountain was tall. And windy. And probably dangerous to climb without proper gear. Cole tried not to think of that as he pulled himself up the next ledge. He’d already had a close calls today, almost fell off before he found a foothold. Cole thanked Wojira that he hadn’t fallen to his death. If he was going to die, he wanted it to at least be dignified.

Only a bit more to the top of the mountain and then he could rest. Cole planned to camp there for the night and then go back down, hopefully without any major injuries. The broken ankle still ached, and it had been months. He hadn’t been able to walk for two weeks the last time, and Cole wasn’t eager to have a repeat.

Huffing and sweaty, Cole reached the top. He climbed over the last few rocks and stopped, feeling pretty proud of himself, when he noticed the man sitting in front of him.

“Hello there,” the man said. He looked ancient, with deep set wrinkles and a long white beard. He took a sip of his drink and smiled.

Okay, that’s creepy, Cole thought. He had thought he was the only one climbing. How had he not noticed this guy?

“Wha— who are you?” The words exited Cole’s mouth without permission. He really should work on his brain-to-mouth filter at some point.

“Maybe that is a question you should ask, but first: why do you climb the mountain?” The old man looked at Cole with something like curiosity. Curiosity about what?

“Because it’s a good way to get exercise?”

“You can tell me the truth, Cole. I don’t judge.”

“How do you know my name? I never introduced myself,” Cole took a step back. Was this man some sort of stalker? Nobody knew where he was. If he got kidnapped, or murdered, no one would be able to find him.

“Because I know you, Cole. I was there when you were born.”

“You know my Dad? Are you going to bring me back to him? Give me another lecture on how I’m a disappointment? I don’t need to hear it,” Cole crossed his arms and prepared to make a run for it. It would be suicidal to jump off the mountain, but he was a fast climber. The old man wouldn’t be able to catch up with him.

“I knew your mother. She was one of my students,” the old man stood and held up his hands in the ‘I surrender’ gesture.

“Student?”

“I taught her to be a hero. Did you think that all the stories she told you were made up?”

Cole hadn’t thought about his mom’s stories in years. She used to tell him about great heroes who could control the very elements themselves, who tamed dragons and fought against evil. He’d loved those stories.

“You’re telling me that all those stories about ninja and dragons were real? Yeah, and I’m a giant purple unicorn,” Cole glared at the old man. This guy had to be crazy, spouting nonsense about real-life superheroes and monsters. Mom had told him those stories for entertainment and bonding, nothing more.

“You are stubborn. Also like your mother, I suppose. I can prove to you that all the old legends are real. You just have to trust me,” the man held out his hand. His face was a mixture of hope and worry and maybe a little bit of fear. Fear of what, Cole didn’t know.

Cole hesitated for a moment. There was nothing left for him back at home, if he still had one, and no one cared if he went missing. The only people he cared about were either dead or better off without him. His life truly couldn’t get any worse, and if this man had known his mom he couldn’t be too bad. Cole took the hand.

#in the very early days of my time in this fandom I saw a headcanon that Cole's full name is Nicholas and it stuck in my head #still not happy with this but it's better than the first draft #bruise childhood friends au #cole ninjago #cole brookstone #ninjago cole #cole hence #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago fic #ninjago fanfiction #lego ninjago fanfiction #kit's writing #bonus chapter will be coming soon!

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“Front Piece” chapter 6 sneak peek.

Kikyo and Yura walked in silence despite the former’s need to tell her girlfriend everything she discussed with Toga but obviously needed to wait until they were alone.

On their way to the elevators, Kikyo spotted Kagome and couldn’t help jabbing Yura subtly.

“There’s Kagome,” she whispered, drawing her girlfriend’s attention.

“What? Where?” Yura whisper-yelled, looking in various directions.

Kikyo subtly turned Yura to the right, forcing her to face Kagome’s general direction. “Purple blouse and black slacks,” Kikyo pointed out.

“I see her,” Yura exclaimed in a low voice, “she is certainly pretty.”

“Yura!” Kikyo chided in mock annoyance.

“What?! I have eyes! And you know fucking well you’re my one and only,” Yura retorted in the lowest volume possible. “Besides, I don’t forget you called her ‘babe’ first.”

Kikyo suppressed her urge to cackle, but before she could tease her girlfriend, she went stiff when someone appeared in the room and headed straight to Kagome.

“What the actual fuck?!” Yura muttered under her breath, perfectly expressing what Kikyo was thinking.

Naraku was hovering around Kagome, and it was evident that the young woman looked uncomfortable. Kikyo remembered Inuyasha mentioning that he suspected the creep was stalking Kagome, too. If she had to guess, Naraku was talking about work as an excuse to interact with the girl.

He had used the same excuse during college with Kikyo.

“Let’s go,” Kikyo told Yura as she casually walked toward Kagome. She just had the perfect excuse to strike up a conversation with the accountant and hopefully force Naraku to go away.

“Kagome?” Kikyo called out her name as if surprised to find her there. The girl in question simply gaped, and her eyes widened in shock.

Maybe Toga was right… But now was not the time to try and dig for information about Kagome’s feelings for Inuyasha. Kikyo’s current mission was to spare the girl from Naraku’s devices.

“Kikyo? It’s been a while since you stepped foot in the office,” Naraku greeted her with that creepy smile that made her want to scrub her skin raw. “I heard your husband is on a business trip without you.”

Typical Naraku, going straight to the mind games without a preamble, but Kikyo would not fall into that trap. Ignoring his words, she turned to Kagome, who looked visibly uncomfortable.

“Just the woman I was looking for. How are you, Kagome?”

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Naraku’s eyes glinting as he watched the interaction.

“Do you mind?” Yura glared at him, crossing her arms and stepping between him and the two women. “Don’t you have work to do? Or your job solely consists of following women?”

It was evident that Naraku didn’t appreciate the interference. However, he still left, muttering ‘See you, Kikyo’ as he walked away.

She waited until he was out of view before turning to Kagome, who was pale as a ghost as she stared at Kikyo.

“Hello! What can I do for you?” Kagome asked, and Kikyo didn’t miss the utter panic written across her cute face.

“Maybe she was interested but decided to move on to someone available.” Toga’s words resounded in her mind. It was a gamble, but Kikyo was almost positive that Kagome really liked Inuyasha, even if she was dating someone else. It would certainly explain why the young woman was staring at her like Kikyo would tell her to leave Inuyasha alone.

Her original plan was to bring up Kagome’s mother’s e-shop and ask questions about her crafts. Or mention Kaede and fish for a conversation about Sota. But it was abundantly clear that it was not the time for such random topics, so Kikyo decided to be upfront about why she approached her.

“I saw how uncomfortable you looked with Naraku hovering. Believe me when I say I know perfectly well how you feel,” Kikyo confessed, giving Kagome a sympathetic look, who seemed honestly surprised at the words. “Naraku likes to play mind games.”

“He loves to stir shit and stalk women while making it look like he isn’t,” Yura added.

Kagome gasped, looking from Kikyo to Yura. “Did he use to stalk you?”

“He’s been doing it since we were in college, but he does it in such a way you can’t really do anything about it, at least legally speaking. He’s crafty,” Kikyo explained.

Kagome looked honestly worried, then gave Kikyo a faint smile. “Thanks for the heads up.I—I get chills when he’s around. I don’t know why,” the accountant replied in a whisper.

Kikyo knew the feeling all too well. Taking a pen and a slip of paper from her purse, she wrote her cell phone number and Inuyasha’s and handed it to Kagome. “If he bothers you or you feel unsafe, please call me or Inuyasha, and we’ll see what we can do.”

Kagome stared at the slip of paper, confusion, and surprise evident in her features. “I—Thank you, Kikyo.”

“No problem, Kagome. Take care and please be careful. His mind games can mess with your head.” Kikyo squeezed Kagome’s hands in what she hoped was a comforting and empathetic gesture before turning to Yura. “Shall we go?”

Yura nodded before waving goodbye to Kagome.

The couple was soon on their way home, and Kikyo couldn't help wishing Inuyasha was back already to keep an eye on Naraku and make sure the creep left Kagome alone.

Kagome watched Kikyo and the other woman go, still confused and grateful for her intervention. Ever since Inuyasha left on that business trip three days ago, Naraku kept showing up and starting a conversation about anything—mostly work—but she suspected his intentions were to fish for information about her personal life. She had told him nothing at all, but she suspected he would try again and again.

Glancing at the slip of paper, Kagome couldn’t suppress a pang of guilt for having these massive feelings for Inuyasha. She held his phone number in her hands. Provided by his own wife.

The universe certainly had a way of toying with her.

Sighing loudly, Kagome returned to her office, praying and hoping her day would improve. At least she knew that her apprehension toward Naraku was correct and that someone other than her three friends believed her. She saved both numbers in her contacts list and hoped she didn’t need to resort to them.

Chapters 1-5 on Ao3

Inuyasha/Kagome, Kikyo/Yura.

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#inukag fic tease #inukag fic #inuscarlett fic tease #inukag #kikyo/yura #inukag romance #beard inuyasha #fake relationship

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